August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 19
And the Saga Continues
Vignettes:  An Orgasm An Orgasm My Kingdom is an Orgasm

Let’s go for a ride and see what pops up!
	Opening Scene:  Joey and Jesse in Jesse’s touring van; Joey driving; Jesse in the cargo area on the only seat—a bench seat.  He’s not “sitting” but “laying”—literally.  A young dark haired Chinese girl no more than seven lay nakedly getting laid—Jesse Househoser doing the laying.  He was also naked.  The girl was oblivious to the “getting laid” part; Jesse was fully aware as was Joey (also naked) on his knees between the front cab seats heartily pleasing himself (and filming the atrocious act before him.)
	Joy Imchinese lay cocking her head one way and then the other staring blankly up to the button tucked ceiling of the traveling Wailing Band; Jesse H’s “Jesse and the Wailers”.  Usually the van was stocked with band equipment; but not this time—it was stocked with young’uns.  Joy Imchinese was one of the first.  Jesse smoothed his hands all over the naked child, fingering her, lusting, and grinding his cock against her innocence.
	Joey licked his lips; his eyes drooled as he focused the camera in on his pal’s cock sliding against the seven year old’s cunny.  Sperm was already shooting out of Jesse’s schlong and slowly he began making entry into the girl’s quim.  The girl being invaded twisted; she screwed up her round face making faces indicating a strong awareness.
	The rock ‘n roll van was way-way out of town.  Good thing, little chance of nosey cops or other interlopers.  Part of Jesse’s manhood disappeared into the little girl’s cunny; he pulled out to hump and grind and even move up straddling her chest.  With a hand to the back of her head he moved her up to kiss and then suckle his schlong.  What a guy!
	Then, just before exploding, the would-be wanna-be rocker returned his pud to Joy’s poon and shoved himself in a little more—then began to pump.  Joey focused the camera up tight getting every bit of the rape.   
	Jesse began to cum and he was almost all the way in when the little girl began wailing.  Jesse smiled and pumped all the faster.  Joy twisted, cried out, and was very-very aware.  Joey hounded his dog bringing out the zoom to encompass the whole event.

	After Jesse got his nut he sat back, locked Joy’s ankles, lifted them, then hauled off spanking the girl’s bare ass to his cock re-hardening content.  The spanking event was hellacious; Joey re-zoomed in on the swatting and soon had to scoot forward and jerk off onto the hapless girl’s face.
	The little girl was all kinds of “aware.”  All kinds.  Unfortunately, for her, the situation was too dire for her to cope with.  Plus, she was too young to fight back with any success.  After the swatting, and ejaculate deposit, Joy’s legs were pinned back and the man who had been swatting her began easing his cock into her asshole.
	Joey held Joy’s legs back; his cock still squirting spunk.  Jesse fingered the little girl’s asshole but the rim was too tight and his cock not strong enough to breech.  So he spanked the hole with his cock forcing the head IN.  Joy twisted, cried, and was in quite a state of terror.
	Jesse made entry; the head and a wee bit o’ shaft.  Then he pumped.  His cock, though, was still not so hard and “bent.”  It also flopped out.  No matter, he spanked the girl’s hole and pussy and was satisfied with that.  As Jesse sat back flopping his dog, Joey worked on settling the girl’s emotions via the EMAD.  Limited success there so she was sat in the corner behind the driver’s seat with a can of soda pop.  She was very confused but her emotions were no longer so much “out of whack.”  There was sniveling but she drank the soda and sat in utter bewilderment.
	While Joey continued to fiddle with the mind altering device, Jesse brought into play from behind the bench seat another little girl.  Her mind was part hers and part EMAD’s.  There was high confusion; she wrinkled her brow, squeezed her eyes tight and tried-tried-tried to make sense of what the fuck was happening.
	Good luck with that.
	Light brown hair in a long flowing curl with rainbow ribbons; light bangs but down to her brown eyes the girl was pleasing pretty, curious, and a budding photographer.  Brown pants, a rust colored top shirt with a light brown undershirt and brown shoes WITH brown ankle socks.  She was color coordinated—let’s see if that carries thru with the undies…
	No, basic white panties.  (not even a skid mark!)
	Jesse leaned out of the way as Joey manipulated the girl via the EMAD; Meagan Boysarntgirls continued to wrinkle her brow but went thru the motions of undressing—one article of clothing at a time.  She paused—was paused—when she was at last down to her panties.  She stood up allowing the video camera to focus in on the eight year old clad merely in her undies.  Then, slowly, she was given the go ahead to slid the panties down.  Then, once naked (and out of the undergarment) she got onto the bench seat on her knees and leaned against it.

	Jesse squeezed his dick hard; it was still semi hard.  Then, while Joey once more operated the camera’s zooming feature, Meagan the photographer got smacked.  The girl jolted.  Her darling little ass instantly tightened.  Three more hard smacks and it instantly changed from white-tan to blistering red.  Jesse ceased spanking and went to fingering.
	Although her face couldn’t be seen—Meagan’s mouth dropped and her eyes widened as a probing finger not her own delved into her very virgin asshole.  Then, another finger glided across her equally virgin vagina.  Gripping the top of the yellow vinyl seat she struggled to cope, breathe, and comprehend WTF!?  More ardent fingering was to follow, though; mostly to her most Holy of Holies.  The girl clenched and went into a frozen state of being.
	Jesse fingered the girl’s pert anus and love hole, smacked the already burning ass again, then repositioned the girl on her “hands and knees.”  The hopeful rocker cinched himself up against her ass, smacking it more with his throbbing re-hardened cock, then entering her.  Joey wasn’t sure as to what “hole” his friend was stuffing—until scooting up a little closer and zooming in.
	Asshole.
	The head and part of the cock was in; the man’s ball sac slapped making the only sound—other than Joey’s hand mastering his own cock!  Jesse pulled out, smacked the girl’s ass, then gouged the girl’s cunny before working himself back into the puckering funk hole to finish off.
	He was well exhausted by the time he pulled out.  A large strand of his spunk dripped from her smoldering hole to his piss slit.  Jesse squeezed his cock at the base and admired longingly Meagan’s crapper.  He was marveled and had a shit eating grin watching in wonderment as the hole finally snapped shut.  Then it was Joey’s turn.
	Jesse operated the camera as the “masked” Joey positioned Meagan on her backside.  The girl’s legs flailed about but she was controllable.  Both Joey and Jesse wore masks; covering the eyes w/fake black mustaches and sideburns.  Just in case.  Joey pinned his victim down and glided his errant cock against her sex.  Jesse zeroed in on the happening and Joey began making penetration.
	It was a slow process—something Joey enjoyed doing.  Taking is time deflowering a girl was a specialty of Joey Bugmeou.  After busting thru the hymen he continued until the girl seriously got squeamish and was entering into panic mode.  Joey pulled out and settled on humping the child’s cunny.
	The sound of a noisy motorcycle distracted the two naughty oh-so naughty men.  And indeed a big American made motorcycle cruised the backroad of the back country Joeseph and Jesse had come to.  It was followed by a cattle truck, a four-by, and two more loud biker bikes.  After that the quiet resumed and so did Joey’s attempt to fully fuck Meagan Boysarntgirls.
	Just when you thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse; an eight year old, a seven year old—now Lindsy Nohairycunt.  A six year old!  SIX!  And she was a pretty thing; seriously golden blond hair, seriously blue azure blue eyes.  She was all kinds of pretty and the two horndogs Jesse and Joeseph were all kinds of horny.  Not much, really, could one do, though, with a girl so young.  Jesse held her, patted her butt, lowered her knee length lavender pants, patted her butt some more, then lowered her light lavender panties.
	Once her top was off she was situated on the seat with her shoulders back and her butt to the edge of the seat.  Joy and Meagan said in wonderment watching the two naked miscreants mistreat the little girl.  Miscreant Jesse with strong Greek features, hair, a chiseled chin, fingered-fingered-fingered the little girl’s pussy.  Her seriously blond hair was short and sassy; she wore dainty little emerald earrings, a kiddie watch—that was disabled of its powers of detecting and preventing the use of mind altering devices, and a necklace with a religious icon.
	She was slightly aware; but being a kid, a mere child, there was confusion that overwhelmed her confusing allowing the electronic device to control her whim.  In essence—she “went with the flow” of what was happening unto her although she knew it was sort of kind of wrong.  Jesse got her to handle his fully engorged cock having her masturbate him.  Joey focused in on the action tightly as well as handled his own engorged cock—then realized Joy and Meagan and had them take over.
	Joy and Meagan were still controllable by the EMAD but were also of “free will.”  Panic and sheer terror kept them in line and then put their fingers about Joey’s schlong pleasing him—greatly.  Jesse fingered-fingered-fingered Lindsy’s twat—then went down on it.  Joey zoomed in tight on his masked friend’s tongue lashing the little one’s poon from a side attack.  Her legs were spread out and the camera came in on the girl’s pussy and asshole.
	Then Joey began to cum.
	“Suck it.” Joey said.
	Jesse paused in his doings to watch the two girls, Joy and Meagan, suck and lap up Joey’s juices.  His cum squirted onto their faces; they retched, made faces, gagged, and very nearly vomited.
	“Lay down.” Jesse told Meagan.  Then, after compliance, “Lay on top of her—face the other way.”  Joy settled onto Meagan’s face then laid down on the girl—face to pussy; pussy to face.  A 69er!  Joey filmed the girls licking out each other—it was truly a fantastic sight!  Smoothing his hand over Joy’s ass he spanked it then diddled the hole while Meagan beneath diddled her tongue to Joy’s cunt.  Handing the camera to Jesse, Joeseph assaulted Joy’s crap chute.  After spanking it, probing, gouging it, he poked it and made dedicated penetration.
	Joy screamed into Meagan’s pussy.
	Back to little Lindsy.
	Jesse finished his fingering and took to licking.  Shoving a finger into the girl’s poop chute got his juices seriously going.  His already smoldering schlong went slapping against the child’s cunny, gouging her sex, then squirting what ball juice he had left thoroughly coating her pussy.
	Smearing the spunk all over and the up and cumming rocker gouged-gouged-gouged the tiny cunny.  No penetration was possible—oh, it was possible but Jesse held off sating himself with his ejaculate spread all over.  Then, of course, he moved up straddling her chest having her lick his cum squirter clean.
	Joey shoved as much of his own cum squirter into Joy’s joy hole and struggled to achieve the ultimate goal.  So, instead, he pulled out and spanked the girl’s bottom, ran his cock between her legs gouging her clit then worked himself into her sex gripping her hips and drilling DEEPLY as possible.	
	Jesse was absorbed with the little girl, Lindsy.  She was so damn cute!  He humped a good hump, spanked her hairless cunny, gouged the slit, and finally coated it with a thick goo.  More gouging and then he was on her chest (again) having her kiss and lick clean his saucy prick.  Awesome!

	After two cattle trucks, a logging truck, and several bikers roared by it was time to move.  Joey drove the van while Jesse cleaned up the little girls.  And oh what fun that was!  He was pretty worn out but enjoyed the deed just the same; Joy and Meagan were “aware” but their young minds still held by the EMAD keeping them controlled.  They still fussed, though; they cried, sniveled, peed.  Jesse swatted their behinds, very muchly fingered their fucked poons, then hugged them and as a finale had them suck him off.
	Joy and Meagan were slurping spunk matter when Joey pulled into a rural gas/eats area.  A rustic restaurant was here; country backwoods tavern; a general store w/post office; and a sheriff’s office.  The logging truck was at the fuel pumps along with all those bikers who had roared by the van earlier plus a few more.  The bikes (and their bikers) were at the tavern.  Joey parked the van behind the general store; a large open area was there; huge oak trees, and everything else that gets parked out of sight behind a general store building.
	Joey hadn’t quite had his fill of the little girls so quickly he fondled and fingered them before helping them get dressed—minus their panties.  With little Lindsy the ultra horny dog humped her poon “one more time!”  His cock was seriously had seriously expelled a great quantity of cum.
	“HEY!”  bitched Jesse, “I just fuckin’ cleaned that!”

	Joey gouged the little girl’s cunt then humped her sweet face and finished expelling the rest of his man juice before dressing her.  The girls were settled then on the bench seat and the EMAD worked mysterious magic warping their susceptible young minds—blanking their minds of their experience.
	Thereafter they were released to wander near the restrooms situated behind the restaurant.  Jesse brought the van to the front of the restaurant and Joey made for the general store.  Jesse lingered a bit in the van—waiting.  He didn’t have to wait long before a commotion was stirring.
	Tensing up waiting for Joeseph was agonizing.  A deputy sheriff ran by followed by two more and then half a dozen regular type people.
	“Joeseph!” drawled Jesse to himself, “Whatever you’re doing—hurry the fuck up!”
	And on cue Joeseph appeared bearing a few items from the store—snacks and drinks.
	“What’s all the hubbub, Bub?” Joey asked as he slid into the passenger seat
	Jesse cocked his head, furrowed his brow, raised an eyebrow, “Guess.”
	Joey snickered, “Oh.”
	Jesse backed up slowly and even slower pulled away.
	As they approached the back country two-lane road they both spotted their next Subject.  Two of them in facts.  One wore a long flowing dress, the other was in jeans.  Both had long brown hair.  They had good form as they casually walked in the knee length grass mixed with wildflowers and fragrant weeds.
	They were approximately thirteen/fourteen years young!
	Jesse and Joey stared longingly at them.
	“Bet THEY got fur pie!” snickered Jesse.
	Joey snickered back, “Let’s find out!”

Aw, fuck it!
	Kristy Kallme was six months into her thirteenth year of life.  Her mother had just remarried after a year of being divorced.  Her dad was “out of country” and she was not so enthused with the “new” dad.  Not too mention that the “new” dad brought into the family his six year old daughter.
	Best friend to Kristy was Maryanne; she was eight months into her thirteenth year; she was a little more poised, preferred dresses than pants, a deep thinker, polite, excellent singer for her school and church.  She was also a good listener.  Kristy was a tomboy; pitched for her school’s softball team, business orientated as she put together a babysitter’s club organizing several girls in her neighborhood to help the babysitter problem.
	But there was one problem Kristy was unable to solve—her pesky six year old step-sister.
	Maryanne listened and spoke softly words of some comfort and direction basically saying “Deal with it!”  Kristy didn’t want to “deal” with it; she wanted the little brat gone along with the new daddy.  They didn’t get along; plus when her Mother and “Bill” wanted to go out on the town or visit friends—they had a built-in babysitter.  That serious irked the young teen.
	The two friends walked without much direction from where their parents picnicking.  Somehow Kristy had managed to slip away without the little sister.  She was alright, pretty, cute, inquisitive, and a typical six year old.
	“There’s nothing wrong with her,” complained Kristy, “I just hate her.  I’ll think of a reason later.”  The reason was, of course, she was an invader, not her sister, the daughter of a man she didn’t like and was trying to replace her bio dad.
	“It aint gonna happen!” declared the girl firmly.
	The girls entered into a meadow, picked some flowers, avoided the bees, narrowly avoided the cow patties, then came to a small one-lane dirt road.  That was the last thing they remembered clearly.

The fuck of it
	Raising her legs and Jesse was elated to see light green cotton panties.  The girl (whose panties were green) stared blankly straight ahead totally unawares.
	“We need to get a seat that lays down.” Joey commented as he awkwardly adjusted himself on his knees as well as helped hold up the left leg of the girl, Maryanne.  Up close and personal the girl was a pretty thing; soft eyes, soft skin, a well maintained body.  There was a mix of smells about the girl; her hair was scented with lavender but the rest of her was the meadow flowers she had just walked thru.  After being “acquired” the girls were whisked off slowly down the dirt country lane further and further into the woods deeply.
	Then, when an hour away from where the girls had been acquired the two horndogs stopped having to satisfy their burgeoning need—and then some.
	“Fuck this.” Jesse said dryly and moved Maryanne to the back of the van.  There was carpeting that was so-so but not a lot of room for what was intended.   Joey made his way back into the cargo area saying something “we need a new van.”  Jesse pulled the girl’s legs back once more eyeing her underwear with a gleeful smile (and a Devil’s eye!)  Nice firm legs, smooth belly, smooth crotch.  The dress was a two piece thing with a clasp at the middle of the back.  She looked like a Peasant girl from way-way back.  The bottom part of the dress, the skirt, was removed and the two naughty-naughty men stared almost blankly themselves contemplating much and pondering more.
	The top portion of the dress was removed and a nice basic white bra was there to be removed also revealing then thusly a nice set of teenage titties.  The men were ecstatic and began pawing the lovely mounds—
	The girl suddenly became somewhat aware startling her pawers.
	Joey was most concerned; Jesse, not so much.  He rather liked his Subjects to be a little more “lively.”  No rough stuff but he put his point across with a slap to the face and then another to the side of her hip.  His long hard stare to the girl’s stunned slapped face put her into a more acceptable realm of compliance.  This gave Joey the opportunity to lambast her mind.  Joey preferred his Subjects to be a little lively, too, but controllable—very-very controllable.
	With the girl “controllable” the removal of her clothing was done.  Just the dress and bra.  The men stared lustfully at the green cotton undies—so tight!  The crotch was a nice intrigue (no camel toe) that required the guys’ attention for two-three minutes.  Then Jesse carefully tugged the undies down revealing a poon that had very little in the way of pubes.  Very little.  And from expert eyes, the girl was not—NOT a virgin.  Not a slut, either, but clearly not a virgin.
	After eyeing the girl’s wondrous poon Jesse fingered it, worked a finger into her poop chute, then worked the panties on off, opened her legs and “got after it.”  then,
	“YOU IN THE VAN!  GET OUT—SLOWLY—WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”  Oh shit, what now, rabbit?
	Panic ensued and it wasn’t good.  Like deer in the headlights, Jesse and Joey stared into one another.  There was no back-up plan.  No escape.  An EMAD in their midst along with panties of the previous girl group and—AND two freshly acquired girls.
	No, not good at all.
	Jesse slipped on his pants and saw via the side mirrors a cop, a female cop, with arms outstretched clutching a police issue firearm.  The deputy sheriff was hysterical trying to call for backup.
	“Get out of the van!” she screamed, “Get out of the van, NOW!”
	Jesse was more afraid of the woman’s shaking weapon than the amount of trouble he was in.  Did she know that Joey was also in the van?  Why had she picked out the van anyways?  Had she seen the abduction of the girls?
	“MOVE!” the hysterical officer yelled.
	Jesse moved slowly down the side of the van, hands up, heart trembling, eyes focused on the wavering gun barrel.
	“Anyone else in the van?” she asked both the “van” and Jesse.
	Jesse didn’t answer; she didn’t know.
	“Girls, are you alright?”
	Jesse closed his eyes; damn, he (they) had been seen.
	The woman put her head up to the driver’s side window peeking in; gun still pointed at Jesse.
	Suddenly,
	The door opened bashing the deputy sheriff sending her stumbling.  Just enough time for Jesse to rush her grabbing the barrel of the life ending weapon.  The weapon discharged but was aimed askew upward.  The two wrestled with the woman managing to knee Jesse’s balls.  Jesse reacted but was still on about keeping the weapon from blasting him.  The woman was smaller but more trained in the art of taking down a Suspect.  And being smaller and more wiry she was able to somehow twist in the air with the heel of her boot into Jesse’s nut sac.  And as Jesse rolled away coughing and sputtering Joey zapped the woman’s mind with the EMAD.
	Crisis over.
	The woman was stunned; her mind was only partially zapped.  She struggled to regain control and was somewhat successful.  So, Joey handcuffed her using her own handcuffs—and when she still resisted and could possibly be a threat she was “zapped” with her own stun gun.
	Jesse lay in a fetal position; his balls had taken a serious hit and he was “fucked” for several minutes before even thinking of moving.  The woman had done a pirouette on his balls and they were still unraveling.
	Joey spent a tedious few minutes securing the woman’s mind.  She still, though, was a danger and the EMAD was unable to get green lights across the board.  Her mind was strong and very resistant to being fully overtaken.  This was a problem; she could easily identify the two, the van, everything.  Not good.  Another pair of handcuffs secured her ankles, then a rag secured her mouth with another her eyes.  Then she was loaded into the van.

Dark descent
	“So what now?” asked a timid Joeseph—who preferred his name spelled and pronounced phonetically rather than “Joseph” the correct way.
	Jesse shook his head saying “I don’t know.”
	The two men stood at the edge of a cliff—literally and figuratively.  Beyond them lay a great woody gorge and a vast landscape.  The sun was setting, the air chilling, and Jesse didn’t feel that they were far enough away from where they had absconded away with the deputy sheriff.  Kidnapping teenage girls, little girls, was one thing—but a cop?
	“We are in sooo much trouble!” Joey commented as he leaned against a questionable lodge pole railing.  Jesse was quiet but nodded in agreement.
	“We’ve done some crazy shit before (before this).” Joey said without really finishing his statement.
	Jesse sighed, nodded, then lit up a doob.  Smoking a joint always seemed to be the way out of most situations.  Most.  Jesse took a hit then made his way back to the van.  Jesse finished off the funny cigarette before returning to the van.
	“Maybe Robbie can help?” suggested Joey.
	Jesse shook his head, “Nah, let’s not involve him.”
	Joey sighed, Jesse wondered if there was another joint in the ashtray, Deputy Sheriff Belinda Meekweed fussed.  The EMAD had not totally let the two horndogs down but it hadn’t exactly soothed them.  Looking the Device over,
	“Well, the only thing I can think of is to ease up on some of the power output.”
	“Whattya mean?” asked Jesse curiously.
	“Well, “release” these two,” indicating the two teen girls, Kristy and Maryanne, “and see if that frees up enough power for her.” indicating the intrusive Melinda.  Jesse closed his legs and made a slight scowl—his balls were still in agony, still unraveling.  In the back dark recess of his mind he had plans for her.  Dark plans.
	Joey’s presumption that the EMAD was overtaxed panned out.  As soon as the teen girls’ minds were “released” there were green lights across the Device and power indicators well into the green zone.  After making minute adjustments to the mind altering gadget, Joey fully captured Melinda’s brain wave patterns and thusly her mind.  The woman twitched, pissed her pants, made a mournful moan and then “sunk” in a depleted manner suggesting her mind was no longer hers to control.
	Crisis averted.
	The deputy’s utility belt had been safely removed; along with items in her pocket—like a KNIFE, keys, and a nifty item of worry—a small gray square item with a single button to “activate” something.  It was then, while moving Kristy out of the way while Jesse moved his hands up and down Melinda’s legs (searching for any hidden weapons and such) that something on Kristy was noticed—
	It was flashing.
	A red glow flashing from her upturned wrist watch.
	The watch was a typical watch, turned to the underside of where it usually worn, and then turned where the face was against the skin.  And it was glowing/pulsing red light.
	“It’s a tracker.” Joey said.
	Kristy and Maryanne were no longer under the influence of the EMAD and were very-very frightened.  Thru sincere questioning Kristy acknowledged the truth, the watch was an active tracker; Maryanne had one also as well as an ankle bracelet.  That was how Deputy Melinda Meekweed found them—horn dogs Jesse and Joey.
	However, she hadn’t followed police procedures and “called it in.”  Instead, wanting the glory of the capture and to make damn double damn sure that what was going on was what was going illegally she went semi rogue.  Bad move.
	The pirouette on Jesse’s balls was pretty good, though.
	“Can you do it?”
	Joey wasn’t sure but a “mind wipe” was an option.  “I think so.” But that was for the “now”; short term memory and all that.  Somewhere—some time down the line and the woman might-might MIGHT remember.  Either on her own or by some other means—like hypnosis or even an approved for police use EMAD would be bad-bad news for the J&J team.
	And that was a bit of worry and bother for the two—however; they were still wearing masks.  Unfortunately, Jesse’s “rocker” band was not masked.  Where was the Deputy’s car?  Had she written anything down?  More worry.
	“We gotta find her car.” Jesse surmised.
	Joey was fairly satisfied that he had fucked Melinda’s mind up—wiping it clear of all recent memories.  Kristy and Maryanne were frightened beyond all frights; they were secured together by rope and spongy cords used to secure the rock band gear.  The men left the van and found the Deputy’s car parked behind a large boulder.
	On a note pad was pertinent information about the “suspect’s van”; make, model, license plate number, color, everything.  There was notes about the two missing girls, the van “in the vicinity” and one suspect being “tall, dark haired, lean.” No mentioning of a second suspect.
	The notepad was secured for later destruction.  No info seemed to be on the car’s on-board computer.
	“Let’s hope this is it.” Jesse said flopping the notepad.  He still worried about the deputy, though.

There’s something about cumming that makes me want to cum again
	Joey believed that hysterics caused the EMAD’s inability to fully secure Melinda Meekweed’s mind.  But with the woman’s mind kuputzki it was kind of hard to test the Subject—zap her mind and the two teens, too.  Oh well.  There was just minutes before the entire mountain communities and yea the entire mountain itself was on lockdown.  Every vehicle was searched; private, logging, personal, whatever moved on wheels.  Cabins, too, were searched; under rocks, wood piles, wherever two teenage girls might be stowed away.
	And an hour after that a search for the missing deputy sheriff began.  By then, though, Jesse, Joey, and the “deputy” were off the mountain and gone.  The next day found them far-far away back to their old shenanigans.  The EMAD seemed to be working properly and well; the minds of the three were “held” captive by the minding gizmo but not so much as they were rendered “zombies.”
	That was fine with Jesse and Joey.  Not so much with Kristy, Maryanne, and Melinda.  Jesse returned to Maryanne still feeling a little left over horny—as well as still feeling the boot heel of Melinda’s attack on his nuts.
	Maryanne fussed a little, whimpered, but otherwise accepted her fate.  And Joey was marveled at the fact of how well the EMAD told her mind that she was handcuffed and secured—and she wasn’t.  But she thought she was and it was absolutely flooring to see how well the power of the mind told her so.  Jesse had no problem working her—legs up, dress up out of the way, and then fingering her pussy thru her green cotton panties.
	Joey held her legs back while Jesse undressed and “got busy.”
	Deputy Meekweed stared in awe—her “awareness” was a little more than the girls; she was still controllable.  Unlike with Kristy and Maryanne, though, Melinda Meekweed WAS handcuffed.  She couldn’t be trusted—and every time her feet moved, Jesse’s balls tightened up.
	Jesse didn’t remove Maryanne’s undies, instead, he moved the crotch aside and introduced her young teen cunt to his hard throbbing cock.  The girl took a breath, tightened up, and bulged her pretty brown eyes as the invasion began.  Jesse locked eyes with the young teen; she didn’t bat an eye.  Her mouth opened wide and the fuck was on.
	 Joey didn’t remember to get the camera going until friend Jesse was at the cumming off stage.  It was still a good tight angle shot; Jesse’s manly prick sliding in and out; a good slathering of cum juice coating his schlong and balls as well as the entire area of Maryanne’s cunt.  She wasn’t a virgin and no Q&A gave needful information on how she wasn’t.  It didn’t matter.  Jesse came—and came—and then came off some more before withdrawing and blasting a massive ropey string of spunk up the girl’s belly.
	Joey lowered (and then removed) the girl’s panties, turned her onto her side and swatted her ass—both with his hand and then his throbbing aching cock.  Deputy Melinda watched in confused horror—was this real?  She was confused and just a cunt hair from being horrified.
	Joey assaulted Maryanne’s cornhole.  A poke and a prod and a “not sure” if it was virginal (and a “not caring if) and he was in.  Jesse zoomed in tight on Jesse’s adequate cock as it made its way.  Holding her left leg up, Joey slammed his way to orgasm in four minutes.  It was an amazing event whereas it seemed as though Joey’s schlong was blown out of the hole!  A gracious quantity of cum there was; coating Joey’s balls mostly.  The man was exhausted and lay in a swathe of sweat heaving and ejaculating for some time.
	Jesse sat still on his knees for a time (while Joey rested).  His thoughts to his own but he contemplated much and pondered more.  Melinda Meekweed lay heavily on his mind.  His balls still ached; still were in the process of unraveling.  He had plans for her—dark plans.
	But first!
	Kristy!
	Days earlier (insight here) and Kristy was with two under her care; babysitting duty.  Jack Cupobutter and Mindy Rosehart.  Jack was a flaming red haired fellow of eight years young; Mindy was a lovely dark haired seven year old.  Both were adorable and surprisingly naughty.  So was Kristy.  One day while Jack was peeing in the woods near their home he got his pee-pee caught in his pants’ zipper.
	Kristy to the rescue!
	She was in charge of the little fellow that day and they were out for a walk in the nearby woods when “nature” called.  Kristy had always had a liking for the little fellow—and his “little fellow.”  When the emergency came Kristy hastened the opportunity and took matters to hand—and mouth.
	And Jack liked—a lot!
	And after sucking-sucking-sucking Jack’s little fellow she handled his johnny she let him have a looksee at her breasts.  The boy had had an eye for her teenage hooters for some time so it seemed the time to let him.  Then from titties to pussy.  It was a daring thing to do but she asked, “Do you want to see me pee?”
	‘does a chicken use fowl language?’
	Jack’s eyes widened with ah as Kristy inched her pants and panties down, then squatted and proceeded to piss Niagara Falls.  Little Jack was wowed; his little sucked fellow got even harder!  And after pissing (and scooting away) she laid herself out on the grassy ground working her pants and panties off her.  Jack got a real good look and was easily coerced into “laying” her—er, on her; then laying her proper.
	Kristy orgasmed right off; smoothing her hands on the boy’s super smooth warm ass, his cock delving into her pussy the sheer naughtiness of it all all cumulated into a glorious release of essence.  And it only got better from there.

In a case of idiocy:  you know you live in a country run by idiots when you have to have your parents sign a permission slip for you to go on a field trip; but not to have an abortion.

Configuration of deliberation
	 In deep thought thinking aloud, “Belinda.”
	Jesse smiled, “Rachel!”
	Joey whispered, “Tanya.”
	The two men smiled as they thought of their friends three daughters, Belinda, Rachel, and Tanya.  Belinda was fifteen, Rachel twelve, and Tanya just seven.  It was wondered if Robbie had “done anything” with them.  If he had he hadn’t shared that nifty information.
	“You think he’s still a perv?” Joey wondered aloud.
	Jesse didn’t know.  It was thought, though, that raising three girls alone and knowing what kind of background Robbie had—there was a possibility that something kinky in the Fullofitt household was possibly going on.  Possibly.  Maybe not, but probable.  If not, Robbie was probably uncertain (or afraid) of doing something naughty with his girls lest he lose his freedom.  Presenting him with an opportunity (like say an illegal Electronic Mind Altering Device) and maybe he could be swayed more easily.  That was more probable.
	At a roadside diner the two men sat sipping their coffee and mulling over the past couple of days.  A little adventure was good now and then cumulated with a little terror and uncertainty.  The boot heel to his balls, though, Jesse could do without.  While waiting for a “to-go” order for their passengers, Jesse focused on a wee little lassie.  She was about six or so wearing a short-short kiddie dress.  Bouncy blond hair, blue eyes, full of life, the little girl couldn’t sit still and more than once was scolded by her impatient father.  There were other assorted siblings, all older and more mindful.  There was a woman among them but Jesse heard her addressed not by “MOM” but “Carol.”
	Another girl, approximately eight years or so, lingered by the candy dispensers by the entry/exit doors.  She was a little taller than most girls in her age group, long flowing semi-curly brown hair.  She wore pants and a nice short sleeve red top.  The six year old ran up to her but the eight year rebuked her.  They were siblings, step-siblings.  The little blond haired girl ran back to her father who looked haggard—there were six other children, boys and girls mixed with the oldest boy about thirteen years and the oldest girl around twelve.
	Minutes later and…
	Whipping down the highway with Joey driving and Jesse contemplating much, pondering more.  Sitting in the bench seat he had the little six year old on his lap; her dress was hiked up as she straddled his lap.  Joey kept glancing back—and in doing so had a hard time keeping the rocker van in his lane.  Jesse’s hand clamped tightly on the little girl’s butt and angrily bitched to his friend “WATCH THE ROAD!
	Then Jesse shucked his pants and undies flopping his seriously hard cock against the child.  Joey’s driving left a lot to be desired and he nearly very nearly ran the van into the roadside ditch.
	“JOESEPH!”  yelled Jesse, “Drive it or park it!”
	Joey found a large pullout and parked it.  It was just after midnight.
	With Jesse super hard cock he was almost capable of fucking the six year old on his lap thru her pinkish panties.  With the van no longer weaving and drifting all over the road making naughty business was made a little easier.  Jesse, though, fretted that they were not far enough away from the diner.
	Regardless, naughty business was confuckeded just the same.
	Darla Swiftwater kept her panties on while her step-sister, Marlene, had hers removed.  Joey laid the young girl between still captive Kristy and Maryanne, removed her clothing one piece at a time and when she was naked he removed his own.  Kristy, Maryanne, and Melinda were tired, had their minds zapped, and were in a state of bewilderment to really know what was going on.  There was little light in the dismal van’s interior—just enough to see by.  Barely.
	And although feeling was very-very good there, too, was something to be said about “seeing” what you’re feeling.  Joey paused only a moment after getting Marlene naked.  He then put his mouth to the girl’s very virgin cunny and licked happily until such a time as his cock demanded severe attention.
	Jesse, meanwhile, contented himself with rubbing/gouging his schlong against Darla’s panty covered crotch.  He held the little one to him, caressed her backside, and had deep-dark desires.
	Kristy had deep-dark desires, too; but she didn’t think her desires were all that dark.  After her shenanigans with Jack she got, too, Mindy Rosehart involved.  What Kristy’s truly deep seeded thoughts were to her own; but she seemed to also have a penchant for little girls as well as little boys.  With Mindy, another child under her care, she easily swayed the girl to be a Sun Worshipper.  Not a hard thing to convince as with many children they had an aversion to the wearing of clothing.  Mindy readily stripped off her clothing and ran amok in the wilds of Nature raw.  Kristy was nervous about such venturing—especially when she herself undressed and did likewise.
	Then, when more comfortable she lit up a doob!  A joint!  Reefer!  Some Maui Kum Waui!  And then—then this “B” average student, star softball pitcher, all around good kid, offered a toke to Mindy!  Mindy took the offering and was schooled in the fine art of toking.  Then, when righteously stoned, the little girl laid out—was laid out—on her clothes.  Her legs were opened and her Babysitter began licking her out!  Awesome!
	Kristy fingered herself while she did the naughty; then, as a finale, she rubbed her hot and very bothered teenage twat against Mindy’s!  She did same with bestest best friend (forever) to Maryanne.  For Maryanne, she had been blackmailed into sex with her grandpa!  This after being caught having sex with a twelve year old neighbor boy AND his ten year old brother!  Yeowza!

Oh come on!  (me)
	He wasn’t himself; lost in thought.  The hour was late—close to 3AM; the interior of the van was drab, dank, and a little sweaty.  Across Jesse’s lap lay the naked six year old.  The girl’s darling little ass was a nice shade of red from repeated smackings.  The underside of the child’s body was coated thoroughly with gobs and gobs of man juice.
	In the back and Joey slowly worked his cock into the eight year old Marlene.  He wasn’t all the way in but close counts.  The little girl grunted, made faces, and whined.  Joey grunted; he pulled out a time or two to hump the girl’s slit then put himself back in and pumped tenaciously until filling the child’s cunny interior with his jizum.  Then,
	Deputy Meeweed began to fuss.
	“Jess!” called out Joey—of which he was quickly admonished for blurting out his name.
	Jesse displaced Darla and went to tend to the officer.
	She was once more a little more “aware” than Jesse would like; but she was cuffed bound hand and foot (hands and feet.)  Still, though, somehow, as Jesse moved into position to mount her aggressively she managed SOMEHOW to drive the toe of her boot to his vulnerable nut sac.
	The naked Jesse Househoser fell to one clutching his very damaged balls.  He was unable to speak and could barely move.  Tears streamed down his face and he was in very much need of some ice—and perhaps a doctor?  Joey rolled the woman over roughly grabbing some equipment rope and securing her flailing cuffed ankles.  The rope was secured to a hook on the side wall of the van and Deputy Meekweed was no longer a threat.
	Jesse was out of commission and it just wasn’t in Joey to be overly aggressive or inexplicably despicable.  But from the woman’s utility belt came to be a stun gun.  Pressing the prongs to Melinda’s ass he activated the device and the woman went into instant convulsions.  Jesse sputtered something that sounded like, “Jam it in her pussy!”
	So not less than a minute after the last twitch and Melinda Meekweed endured another electrical jolt even worse than the first as the prongs of the stun gun were pressed to her crotch.  She was still clothed—a point Jesse further made,
	“Strip her!”
	It wasn’t an easy task to do; the woman fussed but Joey held off zapping her until she was naked.  Her uniform slacks and bikini style panties were bunched up at her cuffed ankles; her shirt and undershirt were pulled down to her bound wrists.  When Joey undone her bra the woman went berserk twisting and managing to smack Joey in the face blooding his nose with her bound ankles—she managed to wrench the hook out of the van wall!
	Jesse, still withering in great discomfort, grabbed up the stun gun and pressed it to where one prong was in Melinda’s cunt and the other in her asshole.  To say the least and did Melinda Meekweed “freak the fuck out” as the crippling device was activated.

 I come from someplace not of this place
	A few minutes after early morning sunrise and Joey stood pissing on an oak tree.  Behind him in the van lay Jesse on the bench seat; the sliding door was open and a naked Darla lay on him.  It was a nice view—very nice.
	The morning was cool, chilly even.  Lots of woods everywhere—mostly oak.  A meadow here, a pasture there; some moo-moos here, some deer there.  A cattle truck roared by followed by a farmer in a pick-up truck.  A light fog hung loose just above the ground; a few birds made their presence known—by pooping on the van—right on the window!
	After his healthy pee, Joey stretched, farted, then made way back to the van.  Jesse’s hands were moving in small circles on Darla’s little butt.  Joey hauled out his cock and began playing with it while watching.  Slowly he moved back inside the rather stanky van rousing the eight year old captive and stuffing her mouth with his prick.  What a guy!
	Then, for shock value brought the sleepy headed child up to see over the seat and to see the other little girl in the midst of being royally fucked.  Marlene’s eyes widened; she couldn’t believe what she was seeing—the man (Jesse) with his man thing going in and out of Darla’s pussy.  Not ALL of the man’s man thing; just the head and an inch or so of shaft.
	Joey rubbed his hand on the girl’s butt; smacked it, too.
	Jesse moaned, groaned, and released a substantial amount of goo.
	Deputy Meekweed began to pee.
	Kristy and Maryanne had also peed.
	Every time Jesse looked to Melinda Meekweed and his balls tightened up.  There was still a little bit of fight in the woman, not much—and she was wary of the usage of the stun again against her.  Her mind was flambéed but still possibly intact.  Joey sat the naked Marlene on the woman’s face laying her down.  Then, for shock value began probing the child’s asshole with his fully ready-to-fuck cock.  Melinda fussed underneath; her words unintelligible.
	No full anal penetration—but close counts.  After a little bit o’ work, finger probing, and dire determination, the head of Joey’s schlong made it past the rim.  He then pumped but his penis was not strong enough and “bent.”  He did spread a little spew coating the hole, pussy, ass cheeks, and grinned sinfully as the mess drizzled down onto Melinda’s face.
	After a time, Jesse settled Darla onto Kristy’s face for her to lick out her out.  He then sunk himself into Maryanne’s pussy—always keeping an eye on Deputy Meekweed.  Joey entered the deputy; spanking her, tweaking her nipples, grinding against her pussy, and on the sly working to re-wire the woman’s mind into “acceptance.”

	It was late afternoon before Jesse put his penis into the deputy.
	Joey enjoyed hammering his rod into Kristy; pussy, mouth, asshole.
	Melinda twisted, made a face, but otherwise offered little resistance in her rape.  Jesse fucked her—roughly, then made love to her; laying down fully on her body he worked only hips taking aim to grind his fuck stick against her clit.  And try as she might, Melinda could not hold back the flood of sexual emotions stemming from her unwanted lover.
	Having spent his man juice more times over with the others he gave only that sticky substance from the bottom of the balls—clear liquid goo.  And although he was somewhat exhausted he turned the woman to her side and spanked her—hard.  Joey put Kristy and Maryanne in a 69er position (with Maryanne on top) and lambasted Maryanne’s ass with his cock—spanking her until he was rock hard.  Then he shoved himself into the girl’s pooter spanking her hips until some many minutes later there was sufficient results to be satisfied.
	By evening type time and Deputy Melinda Meekweed found herself being reamed front and back—the two masked men drilling her pussy and ass (and not so nicely, either.)  Jesse pressed the prongs of the stun gun to her pussy pushing the debilitating device into her vagina a pressing the activate button.  Deputy Melinda Meekweed twitched greatly—and then no more.

Not always a happy ending
	Spanking Kristy and Maryanne was good; turning their young teenage butts to a nice shade of tomato red; each girl also had to pre-lick the other’s hole then watch as one of the masked men fucked it.  Then, she had to lick it again PLUS suck the masked man’s cock!
	On the third day of their ride with the two men they were released behind a bus depot in the middle of the night—naked.  Their pussies had been shaven and they truly knew the meaning of being fucked.  Jesse was in a foul mood; the business of Deputy Meekweed was unsettling.  His balls and thoughts would never be the same.  Before coming down off the mountain to unload the teenage girls the ball bashing deputy had been unloaded, too.
	Far out in the woods there was a natural cave; a vertical cave that was a serious hazard—for the unwary.  This cave was set against a small rustic woody hill that concaved from the opening before going down into the earth some hundred feet.  At the entrance at the hillside there was a huge granite rock boulder jutting forward.  Joey had found the anomaly while chasing a deer he had wounded while hunting.  The deer had leaped over the top of the boulder and didn’t clear the basically unseen vertical opening.
	Joey thought, ‘this would be an excellent place to drop a body.’ It was; it was a bitch to get to and even more so to see awkwardly down inside.
	The trek was hazardous; dragging a body and sloughing thru thick-deep woods it was a pure bitch trekking.  But necessary.  A mile from the dirt road and with darkness upon them the hump was a bit much—and more than once did Joey get his bearings “askew.”
	After the deed was—Jesse stood at the dangerous lip of the cave; Joey nervously stood by; anxious.  Anxious to get out of the creepy area, get off the mountain, and back to the business of molestation.  Jesse whizzed into the vertical hole, farted then struck up a doob.

Moving along…
	Smoking the joint didn’t “enlighten” Jesse’s mood.  The terrible business with Deputy Meekweed was a downer.  Joey drove the van while moody Jesse sat slightly stoned in the back behind the bench seat with the six year old Darla on his lap.  Marlene lay beside him, asleep.
	After gassing up at some remote station along a long-long desert highway,
	“Time to go home?” Joey asked.
	Jesse nodded and shrugged.  The incident of Melinda Meekweed would bother him for a long-long time.  Joey drove to the outskirts of their fair city and deposited Darla and Marlene at a rest stop there—naked.  Joey continued to drive while Jesse smoked another joint and then promptly passed out.  When they finally got home (they had been gone a week) they found another addition to the household, Kathy!
	Kathy’s grandmother was still in the hospital but recovering nicely.  Whether or not she would still be able to care for Kathy was another matter.  To be decided on later.  The little girl was acclimating with her cousins and Joey noted right off Robbie’s wandering eye.
	Jesse disappeared to his room and stayed there for quite some time.  Joey contemplated letting Robbie in on the possession of the EMAD.  He decided against letting him in on the recent events of the past week.
	Robert was stunned and speechless.
	“Does it work?” he eventually asked.
	Joey smiled—and it was at that moment that in came Robbie’s oldest child, Belinda Jane.  Belinda Jane was going to be tall—someday.  Currently she was a few cunt hairs under the average height of her peers.  Long-long blond hair that was super fine and super straight.  She was well poised, reserved, not easy to get excited, tried not to fart in mixed public, and was very pretty.
	“Hi, guys,” she said friendly-like, “what’s up?”
	Joey smiled saying “My dick!”
	Normally and the pretty fifteen year old would have blushed and gushed.
	But under the guise of the mind altering device…
	Robert stared at his “stunned” zombie-like child.  He waved his hand in front of her; leaned in to her space staring into her eyes—even stuck out his tongue.  Belinda Jane didn’t react, rear her head back, or do anything but stare back.  Joey stepped behind the zombie-fied girl with a huge smile—and even a huger cock!  Reaching around he fondled Belinda Jane’s titties.  They were nice!
	Robert stepped back—in awe and disbelief; disbelief that Joey wasn’t on the ground withering in pain and much agony.  Then he was in disbelief that his daughter was “just standing there.”
	Joey squeezed her teenage titties—then slowly inched his hand down to pat her in her holy place.  Then, to be more daring, unfastened the jeans AND unzipped them!  Robbie was just blown away.  Joey was all grins—and hard!  And continuing—
	After unzipping (and Belinda Jane wasn’t freaking) the turquoise jeans came slowly down.  Robbie knew that his daughter’s mind had to be affected—she was a little modest and had come to the age whereas just him seeing her in her underwear freaked her out.  Joey sucked in his breath, let it out, then slipped his daring fingers inside Belinda Jane’s panties.  Robbie’s eyes were well focused; mouth agape, cock hard.
	Cock hard?  Hmmmm
	The off-pink panties were inched down just enough to reveal the pussy.
	Robbie was near faint.
	And the business at hand/fingers was taking place right square in the living room; Joey commented and it was decided to go to Belinda Jane’s bedroom.  Jesse was still “in hiding.”  Before transitioning to her room, though, Joey went ahead and had the fifteen year old “undress” right then and there.
	It only further shocked her daddy—and gave him a reason to live.  He gouged and gouged and gouged the heel of his hand to his burgeoning cock.  His eyes never left the girl’s nakedness.  Licking his lips he also put forth a display of “ache.”  Severe want and anguish.  There, too, was the perception of not unlike a newly wedded husband knowing that he was going to officially “get some.”
	Belinda Jane walked stark naked up the stairs to her room.  Joey carried her clothes.  In her room, Joey dropped her clothes on the floor—then dropped his pants.  Robert was still mystified; it was just so unbelievable, you know!?  Joey hammered his cock (his own) and pressed it against Belinda Jane’s naked ass.  The girl stared into oblivion.  Robbie blinked his eyes, shook his head, and barely heard what Joey said, “Wouldn’t you like a blowjob?”
	Robbie was blown away—and then blown.  The EMAD wasn’t touching his mind and yet he was just as perplexed as if he was.  Joey continued with his cock rubbing all over Belinda Jane’s ass as well as fingering her pussy.  Robbie finally hauled out his cock.
	The man would never be the same again.
	Belinda Jane sucked and sucked and sucked (Robert’s cock).  Robert was in absolute disbelief.  And after a couple of minutes—it was Joey’s turn.  Robbie slowly worked his slobbered on schlong watching as his first born sucked his best friend’s cock.
	“And she wont know—afterward?” he asked curiously.
	Joey smiled, “She wont know a thing!”
	It was just unbelievable.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	“I can make her be your sex queen.”
	Robbie was all attentive.
	“Everyday, if you want, before going to work and school, she’ll give you head.”
	“Then, everyday, after school and you home from work, another head job, plus—PLUS!  A fuck!  She’ll take it up the ass, spread her legs, work your organ, whatever you desire.” A pause, then, “She’ll sit on your face!  You can shave her, eat her out, SPANK her!  Whatever you want—every day!”
	It would take a while before Robbie could full comprehend the fullness of what was before him.  He watched as Joey got on the bed and Belinda Jane got on him.  She straddled his body and slid her furry poon down onto his manly manhood.  That ass!  Robbie’s eyes locked onto his daughter’s teenage ass, her hole, and furry poon working up and down Joey’s schlong.
	On his own, Robert glided his hand over his daughter’s humping ass.
	He moaned.  A little bit o’ cum spurted from his cock.  He ached so.
	Joey came.  Robert stood back watching as gobs of cum slathered his friend’s dick.  He was absorbed and not so much as perplexed as he had been.  He was intrigued!  Then, marveled as Belinda Jane was pushed off and she lay on her back, legs open, pussy drenched in cum.  Joey lay heaving, sweating, heaving.  Robbie took his eyes from Joey’s cum squirter back to his daughter’s cum soaked cunt.  Sloppy seconds anyone?  He didn’t care; and consequences be damned he mounted and stuffed his child’s cunt for one hellacious fuck!

“I got sperm that jingle jangle jingles!”
	Still bugged about the Melinda Meekweed incident, Jesse poured himself into his art—rock and roll.  Joey, teacher and comedian, did likewise leaving the infamous EMAD in Robert’s hand.  After cumming in Belinda Jane’s cunt that first time—there was no turning back.  There were girls, young women, casual acquaintances “of age” he could have his way with—with help of the EMAD and security measures understood.  But, like Jesse and Joey, (and every Main Character in this fucking never ending story) Robert Fullofitt preferred the young stuff.
	A blowjob—everyday!
	To see Belinda Jane naked—everyday!
	To FUCK Belinda Jane—everyday!
	To spank, fuck up the ass, eat her pussy out—everyday!
	Awesome!
	And the misdoing wasn’t just limited to Belinda Jane…
	For three days—Belinda Jane stripped down to her skin presenting herself in her bedroom.  This before she made for the bathroom she shared with her sisters, Rachael and Tanya.  Robert was just awed beyond belief; the entire day one after fucking her he was bewildered.  After getting off in her pussy he jammed himself into her asshole.  Then spanked her.  Then shaved her pussy and fucked her again while Joey stuffed her up the ass!
	He just wasn’t the same and that night as she went to bed he and Joey “visited” her and engaged sexually with her ONE MORE TIME!  The following morning and there she was willing and ready to “serve” him.  She willing shucked her pajamas and before her morning pee she was slobbering on his cock, balls, and laying out on her bed for him to fuck her brains out.
	When he got home from work they showered together—and promptly fucked on the bathroom floor.  In her room he spanked her, massaged her hairless pussy, then fucked it.  Day Two arrived and same thing.  Day Three—repeat.
	Day Four and Joey casually mentioned—“You know, it (EMAD) isn’t limited to just BJ.”
	Robert didn’t get it at first, not until he followed his friend’s hazel blue eyes to twelve year old middle child, Rachael.  Rachael was a very pretty girl; good posture, liked dresses rather than pants and jeans, straight blond hair to her butt, a nice butt, polite, kind, helpful, and very sweet.  Robert stared and stared and stared at her.  Cocking his head, blinking his eyes, furrowing his brow he struggled to grasp what Joey was conveying.
	Joey sighed and helped out the cause.
	Once more he stood a daughter of Robert’s.  Robert’s eyes widened in utter awe as slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y was the girl’s mid-thigh length almost party dress raised up revealing her nice orange tinted panties.  Again, Joey slipped his fingers inside panties—all the way.  His fingers moved about “fingering” the girl’s pussy and before you know it—his cock was out and spanking the preteen’s ass.
	In her room she was stripped down and laid out on her bed for “approval.”
	Joey laid beside her seriously fingering her pussy while her befuddled father stood (with a raging hard-on) watching.  Then Joey got rid of his clothes and sat up by the girl’s head flopping his cock against her face before pushing it into her mouth.
	“And like with BJ,” Joey said while doing, “she can do same!”
The Wow Factor
	He hadn’t realized it before but it came to him—Belinda Jane wasn’t a virgin!  Er, she wasn’t a virgin when Joey shoved his dick into her.  And she also seemed to take his own dick in her ass a little more easier than he thought she should—after reflection.
	Rachael, though, was.  Optimum word there—was.
	Robert managed to hold off deflowering his child—for two days.
	In between those days, though—
	After getting off in Belinda Jane’s mouth he got off in Rachael’s mouth!
	In their room the girls were naked; he hugged them, touched them inappropriately, smoothed his hands over their nakedness, fingered them, licked them out, and fucked Belinda Jane.  With Rachael he merely rubbed his schlong all over her pussy—until Day Three when he crossed the line and pushed his penis into her sex.
	There was no going back.
	He wasn’t the same—Robert Fullofitt; he bounced between realms of fatherhood, decency, morality, indecency, sexual pleasure, gratification, perversion.  There were deep dark desires finally released.  But there was fear coupled to that release—regardless of the EMADs ability to put it to the girls that sexual inappropriateness with their father was now OK, Robbie feared that someday it could go all horribly wrong.
	Until then, though—
	Spanking!
	It was almost as good as sex.  Laying hands on a nice firm white ass; hearing that smacking sound, seeing that ass jiggle, seeing that ass turn bright red—worthy very worthy of an orgasm.  Sliding his schlong into Belinda Jane had been most excellent and incredibly satisfying.  Tonguing Rachael, massaging her young cunny, smacking his cock against her cunny, gouging her sex with his cock, shooting wads of cum all over pussy and then—THEN her sweet face—more fantastic than he could ever imagine.
	For half an hour with Rachael he spanked her—not too hard.  But for many minutes she lay across his naked lap and he laid hands on her—and not for any Pentecostal healing.  A smack here and there and then he just simply smoothed his hand over the burning flesh; dug into her dirt chute, and thought terrible thoughts of sodomizing her (relentlessly.)
	Then, when he himself was in possession of the marvelous mind altering toy—Tanya.  One day while Belinda Jane and Rachael had after school activities and Tanya didn’t, Robbie was “in a mood.”  Like Jesse and Joey, Robbie liked the young stuff and ached a cum squirting yearning to have one for the purposes of being extraordinarily naughty.
	Tanya could fill that desire.
	Sure, she was his kid; sure she was young.  Your point is?
	Spanking Belinda Jane was good, also; always resulting in a good fuck, a titty fuck, and a face fuck.  With Rachael he usually entered her from behind, humped her face whilst his balls rested comfortably in her mouth.  With Tanya—
	After a nice hug and a kiss he listened to his young child tell him of her day.  In the kitchen they had milk and fudge; in his mind he had torrid to horrid thoughts of what he could do to her.  Tanya was a pretty girl; she liked her hair short to just the shoulders.  She was very adventurous, liked to sing—but at seven years young her singing was screeching.
	After the after-school treat they bounded upstairs where as per the norm Tanya would change from school clothes to regular clothes.  At seven she no longer needed help in changing.  There was a little beginning of modesty with the young girl but she did tolerate him seeing her in her undies and even less—it was no big deal he was her dad!
	When she got to her pink panties—
	Zap!
	There was some nervousness on Rob’s part but that was to be expected—he was attacking his child’s mind and she was so young!  Joey had schooled him on the fine art of mind manipulation (and how to do it via the amazing electronic device) but there was still concern.
	Seeing his little girl butt naked laying out on her bed and his cock spurted cum all on its own.  Taking her panties off and then sitting back to look at her as she stood calmly in the raw and Robert “Robbie” Fullofitt was just simply amazed.  He had been giving her baths up until recently when she decided that she could manage on her own and it was deemed “safe” for her to do so.  When he had given her baths—there was only the miniscule attempt at incestuous naughtiness.  A little fingering here, a little fingering there.  When she had been ill and doped up on meds that very nicely zonked her out—on the sly fingering and more daringly the easing of her panties down to “really” do some fingering.
	Now her young mind was numbed.
	After staring (gawking) he hugged her; he would have likened her to be a little more “lively” but that wasn’t to be—not yet.  Laying her out on her bed he paused a moment then proceeded to lick her out.  Seemed the thing to do.  His cock continued to spurt sperm so as not to waste it he jerked off onto her pussy before dragging his squirter up and down her little slit.  Awesome!
	He shuddered from head to toes.  And he knew that it would even be more fantastic if he were IN her pussy.  But she was too young—wasn’t she?  There was want, strong desire, and curiosity to be damned.  For sure!  But he quelled the extreme naughtiness and complete incest by satisfying himself with cumming.
	And that led to spanking.
	Which led to humping her chest, humping her cum coated pussy, hugging her, and then guiding his saucy prick into her mouth.  Wiring her mind for her to be like her sisters—sucking him every day, going nude, accepting his cock between her legs, between her cheeks, and whatever else his perverted mind could cum up with, came nextly and took most the day to complete.
	Of course, Jesse and Joey were involved also.
	And then Kathy arrived with the foul mouthed Polly the Parrot.
	The family was amused by Polly’s colorful words and phrases.  Kathy was embarrassed.  By the end of the day she was naked and getting dick; dicked by her uncle and his two ultra horny friends.  It was quite a household—Belinda Jane, Rachael, Tanya, all getting dicked by their Dad with the inclusion of Kathy.  Jesse and Joey were in the mix, too.  The incident involving the deputy sheriff faded and Jesse the up and cumming rocker returned to enjoying what his cock liked best—fucking young stuff!
	Robert eased up but still had concerns—he definitely wanted what went on in the house to STAY in the house.  Screwing his three girls plus his niece was a mind blowing experience he could barely understand—all thanks to the wondrous Device, the EMAD!

*

Something really wicked this way cums
	Oh, she was cute!  And young.  She had on bright pink panties, a bright smile, bright eyes—which was by the way her nickname “Bright Eyes.”  So cute!  And she had the amazing ability to remember her lines!  Which was pretty good for a six year old.  She would read her portion of the script, usually once, and she was good to go.  Often, times, too, she would help the others with THEIR lines!
	Jill Nurfcurve was one of the studio writer’s child; she wore kiddie dresses most times and seldom anything else.  Bouncy thick blond hair to her shoulders, very nice skin, good posture, playful, cheerful, and a special desire for both The Professor as well as sidekick-in-training, Michael Iminabarn.  Michael still had desires for Kathy; also for Hanna, Angela, Julie…
	After sometime working electronic magic to Michael Walter “Wally” Ohmacally “The Professor” was successful in warping the young man and freeing his deep seeded dark side.  The boy enthusiastically desired to be naughty.  He hid it well and no one suspected.  And as for Hanna?  Angela?  Julie?  The narly ways electronical of the EMAD warped them, too!  The girls, though, did not harbor any deep seeded naughty desires.  Oh well.

	Kathy did not stop coming or performing at the public broadcasting studio just ‘cause her Nanna was laid up and she herself had moved downtown further; which made Wally and Michael very happy.  In his private office and Kathy often stripped down to her skin—along with an elated Michael.  Usually it was one girl at a time, sometimes Angela, Hanna, Julie were there also but most times it was one girl at a time.  Wally still had a serious attraction to Kathy.  There was just something about her…
	Also something about Julie, Angela, Hanna; Jill, Lindsy, Meagan, Lori, and Tia—all wee little lassies tempting Wally and Michael.  With an electronic mind altering device, and damned determination, acquiring the aforementioned girls to satisfy outrageous perverted lust—all things were possible.
	Kathy.  There were just three girls in their teens, early teens, who worked at the studio/station; and Wally liked them, also.  Michael, too.  But they were not as desirable as say Kathy.  In his private office and Wally “The Professor” would steal two to three minutes just looking the girl over—once she was out of her clothes.  Michael would shed his clothes and Wally would check him, too!  Then, a hug, a feel of her ass, a more up close and closer look at the girl naked and then she was across his lap for a little spanking action.
	Spanking was the greatest feeling of all.  It surpassed fucking!  There was just some weird gratification in laying hand to a girl’s bare ass.  Michael felt same.  And when Kathy’s willing ass was bright red, Wally would part the girl’s cheeks and Michael would enter her—first one hole and then the other.  Wally would then spank Michael’s ass and on and on it would go.
	Laying Kathy out on his desk and more minutes were stolen just admiring the girl’s naked cunny.  She was so fucking beautiful!  Her young impressionable mind was warped to whereas she was accepting of being spanked, fucked, reamed, and creamed.  Wally thoroughly enjoyed licking out the girl’s cunny—all the while Michael slurped on his johnson.  Sodomizing Michael only added to the thrill.
	Jill.  Such a pretty girl!  In his office and the girl was even prettier with her clothes off.  Watching the girl undress was a particular perversion for Wally and he paused her in her undressing when she was at her panties—which were a light blue in color.  He liked seeing girls in their underwear; then watching them walk around, bend over, stand with their legs apart, laying down raising their legs and doing the exercise the “bicycle”.
	And just hugging the youngster was a boon to his perverted soul.  Wally thoroughly melted as he held the naked child to him; cupping her incredibly nice butt, her hips, sides, and fingering her smooth bald vagina all gave him reason to live.  Licking her out seriously increased his desires—naughty desires of course.  Tonguing out Jill’s sex was like enjoying some incredible decadent dessert.
	And it was!
	Laying his prick against the child’s cunny?  Well, that was just the topping to beat all!  Gouging said prick against said cunny surpassed his unnatural desires; he didn’t think there was any way to enter the girl there—but there might!  She needed priorly broken-in—a smaller dick; a boyish dick even younger than Michael.  But rubbing and gouging against her poon was good enough—for now.
	And it didn’t take long with the girl SUCKING him before he knew he had to get in between her legs.  If his cock made him feel so despicably euphoric than getting off in her pussy would be “out of this world.”  He couldn’t even imagine how it would feel.
	Michael was on board with the shagging of Jill—and Lindsy!
	Lindsy Madlynn was a precious five years young.  Five!  She had seriously very blond hair; a round face, incredible blue eyes, and captured Wally’s heart the first day she arrived.  She played a wee urchin and like Jill hardly needed a second look at her script.  Getting her to himself, though, was difficult as she was well watched by either a parent, an older sibling, or an on-site chaperone.  But one day during a break in production Wally managed to subdue both the pesky chaperone and Subject.  It would be a quickie but that would be enough.
	In his office of sin there was little time in dawdling; after a nice hug The Professor pulled down her blue knee length pants followed by after a quick gawk at her clad in her kiddie white panties her panties.  Then she was laid out on his desk and the pants and panties removed.  Licking out her little cunny and there was a distaste of pee.  It didn’t bother Wally; it only enthused him.  Sucking wholly on the slit and powerfully drove his wickedness into her freeing his cock and hammering it.
	The desire to fuck the girl right then and there was strong.  Somehow he stopped himself from the heinous act and sated himself with licking.  Licking her pooter hole came nextly followed by a full minute of finger fucking her hole.  Massaging her cunny with his fingers and then his cock finished off the nastiness.  He dressed her, hugged her, and desired her all the more.
	Life in the world was already dangerous in the realm of “trust.”  Who you could was on a limited list; parents, siblings, other relatives—uncles, grandpa, etc.  Cops, your family priest, teachers, and the list goes on—they in the news everyday.  It boils down to “NO ONE” is trusted!  In the realm of sexual depravity—NO ONE can be trusted.  So, with that in mind, Walter Ohmacally aka The Professor had to cool his heels and “think” before enacting his plan of absconding away with some of the children on his List.  Although he could easily sway their minds before, during and after absconding, it wasn’t the children he was concerned with—it was their parents, chaperones, security.  He didn’t want to be seen with the children leaving the lot—he didn’t want to be a “suspect” in any way, shape, or form.   
	But conducting nasty business in his office just wasn’t practical (or safe.)
	And bringing wee folk to his own abode also wasn’t practical, or safe.
	And so that brought back going to Kathy’s apartment—er, her Nanna’s apartment.  The old gal was still laid up in the hospital so no chance of the old soul barging in on them—again.  With Kathy still coming to the studio to do her part she was easily swayed and accepting of bringing friends over to the apartment.  It wasn’t unusual for Kathy’s friends to be there—and the presence of The Professor was unknown (unseen.)
	Michael Iminabarn was onboard—onboard to be a naughty boy.  He had always been “willing” but his upbringing and fear of being caught kept his unusual manners kept.  Girls his age were appropriate but younger girls were more desirable.  Kathy, though, was tops on his List; as was Julie, Hanna, Angela, and another girl, Lucy.  Lucy was fifteen and wasn’t always on the studio lot as much as she used to.  He really wanted to boink her!
	So, in the beginning, Kathy and Julie.
	“Polly want a cracker?” Kathy asked.
	“Go fuck yourself!” Polly squawked.
	The three kids gawked, laughed, giggled, and blushed.
	“Polly, you are so naughty!” Kathy complained.
	“Take off your clothes!” Polly bawked.
	There was a pause, briefly, and then lo (and behold) the kids began undressing.  This time, with no threat of Nanna Mary barging in on the festivities there was no hurry and no need to traipse to Kathy’s bedroom.  Wally became “visible” but still thanks to the EMAD he was “invisible” to the kids’ eyes.
	Michael was naked firstly.  He was a handsome turd; a very cheerful fellow with a nice hard “fellow.”  A lean body, very avid soccer player and beginning golfer.  He liked to hike, scuba dive, and climb difficult trees.  Singing in his school’s choir as well as his church’s choir took up a lot of his time; he made good grades in school; was beginning to run track and leaning to track and field events but lacked sufficient strength for some events—shot put and javelin.
	Julie had changed her hair style—like every week she did.  Usually her brown hair was loose and flowing to her shoulder with medium bangs; this time at the apartment she was with a single pony tail in a tight braid.  Her smile was wondrous and always with a gleeful awe coupled with somewhat embarrassment.  A light green shirt with a plain bra (though the bra was not needed due to her itty bitty titties) fell away to the floor and Michael’s cock was hard-hard-hard.
	Down came the not-so-tight jeans that had dark purple patches here and there as accents.  Light purple panties greeted everyone and still a nice bald pussy followed up.  Michael’s cock strengthened and he was in severe “ache.”

	Kathy was in a pair of orange pants; orange socks, orange shirt, orange panties.  She was a color-theme kind of girl and once shed of those orange clothing Michael’s cock (and Wally’s) began spurting spunk.
	“Suck him.” squawked Polly via Walter.
	Kathy dropped to her knees and grinning big she put her lips to Michael’s throbbing extra hard cock.  Those eyes!  Kathy had the most adorable brown eyes ever!  She also had an adorable “brown-eye”!
	Naked Julie moved over per request from Wally and was held lovingly.  She watched in some awe as Kathy slobbered down on Michael’s schlong.  It was quite a scene and Wally could hold off no longer putting Julie on her hands and knees and inserted his Professor into the girl’s cunt.
	Michael was cumming.  Streams of spunks issued out the sides of Kathy’s mouth; her beautiful eyes looked up; she had light curled bangs with her hair back in a dangling curly ponytail.  She was adorable!  Even better naked!  Pulling back and she got an instant blast of cum onto her sweet adorable face!  Michael squeezed his cock at the base with one hand and rubbed his ass with the other.  Wally eased most of his own cum squirter into Julie’s twat blasting off his own load until he was empty.
	Time for some spanking!
	And strangely, it was Michael who went first.  Sitting on the sofa, Wally brought Michael to him and then across his lap.  Smoothing his hand over the boy’s super smooth ass and he was ready fuck again!  But first!  SMACK!  Two more and then he had the girls get involved.  Nothing too serious, no smacking all that detrimental—just enough to turn the ass a little red.  Watching the girls smack their friend’s ass was another unique turn-on for Wally; as the girls spanked Michael he caressed their own asses (and smacked them, too!)
	Then, Michael was stood up and straddled the naked Professor.  The Professor rubbed the boy’s burning butt and eyed his one-eyed-monster.  Then he took it into his mouth.  He wasn’t GAY but…
	There was significant sexual gratification from sucking on Michael’s slender schlong.  Significant.  Wally shuddered and completely devoured the boy’s preteen dong—balls and all!  Rubbing continuously the boy’s still burning bum and Wally’s sexual desires increased in multiples.  The power of the EMAD was amazing!  How it worked, why it worked, all that, Wally didn’t know but he had put it to the young boy that what transpired between them was “Ok.”
	Ok and normal (and private.)
	Then, after much slurping he lowered the boy down—down—down—down onto his rigid staff.  He had been up the boy’s ass before and it felt equally good again.  The girls stood giggling watching as The Professor’s schlong entered their friend’s crapper.
	Closing his eyes and it was not unlike butt humping one of the girls.  There was no difference.  The boy’s ass was still warm; very warm.  And he rather liked Michael’s cock rubbing against his belly.  But he wasn’t gay!  Pervert, yes; gay—not so much.  For one; he only preferred BOYS—boys under fourteen.
	He also had a preference for girls; girls under fourteen (but that wasn’t set in concrete.)  But girls like present Kathy and Julie—they held a special place in his heart, soul, and on his cock.  Especially on his cock.  After cleaning his schlong in the bathroom he brought Kathy across his lap for a righteous spanking—so much so that she shed a few tears, twisted, and cried out.  Wally ceased his spanking and brought Michael in.  As the boy rubbed his dong all over the girl’s seared ass, Wally rubbed his hand all over the boy’s ass.  Julie lay on the floor, legs open, fingering her sex encouraging the cocks of Wally and Michael (not that they needed much encouraging.)
	Watching Michael stuff his prick into Kathy (and Julie’s) pussy was a special turn-on for The Professor.  Both girls were deeply entrenched in Wally’s heart; he couldn’t pin down, exactly, what it was about them—they both had incredible eyes, hair style, facial expressions, and vivacious little pert bodies (especially when naked!)  He adored them.  And having outrageous sexual encounters with them topped it off.
	Love?  Hmmm  Could be.  Sexual lust?  Bingo!  Young girls were simply the best—they were adorable!  Holding Kathy to him (while Michael fucked Julie) and Wally felt a feeling welling in him he couldn’t put words to describe.  She truly was a beautiful child and for him to be able to have sexual ways with her—why, that was da bomb!
	His hands—his hands smoothed over the girl’s naked body (mostly her ass).  His cock rested comfortably right against her delicate/delicious poon.  Hugging her summoned up a warmth within him that he soothed him from the rigors of daily life.  It was like taking a nice long soak in a bath.  Engaging sexually with the girl just topped off the feeling.
	Then there was Jill, Lindsy, Lori, Meagan, and Tia.
	Jill, Lindsy, Lori, Meagan, and Tia also worked on the studio lot for the weekly kiddie program; most the girls were children of program directors, set directors, camera operators, and so on.  Like Kathy and Julie, Jill, Lindsy, Lori, Meagan, and Tia warmed the cockles (er, cock) of his heart.
	Of course the little girls were heavily protected, watched, and “tracked.”  Of course there were ways around that.  Wally decided that just one of the girls of interest would accompany Kathy to her apartment—with Michael in tow also.  Could he be so callus and scummy as to abscond away with such a wee little girl?  Jill was a mere six years young.  Six!  She had a long brown ponytail, kind of oddly tanned (all over!)
	In Kathy’s apartment no time was wasted.
	Michael also had no hesitation about see the little one undressed.  He had secret desires untold!  Actually fucking her wasn’t really foremost in his mind; he just wanted to see her naked.  Well, what’s wrong with that!  And after seeing her naked he wanted to touch her—with his cock!  Upside the face, in the mouth, across her ass, between the cheeks and to hump a good hump against her pussy.
	Awesome!
	Wally didn’t want to hurt the girl (by stuffing her with his schlong) but he thought maybe Michael could breech her.  But Michael’s cock was also a bit much for the wee lassie to take on.  Oh well, they were satisfied to some extent with licking her out, fondling her, caressing her, SPANKING, and humping against her.  Michael’s cock was extremely hard and brought him to a new realm of existence as both Kathy and Jill sucked-sucked-sucked him.
	After jerking off onto Jill’s six year old cunt—Kathy was conscripted into licking it clean.  Michael entered the girl (Kathy) from behind and Wally’s mind drifted in a sea of orgasmic bliss.
	A day or so later and Lindsy came to the apartment, with Michael and another lad, Shaun.  Shaun was seven years young and Lindsy—was not.  She was five.  Super blond hair, super blue eyes, super creamy white skin.  Again, she was too young for Wally or Michael to fuck proper.  Both, again, took great pleasure in rubbing themselves all over her, fingering her, licking her pussy, and spanking.
	With the added addition of Shaun, though, there was fucking.  Wally fondled the boy—fondled the boy—fondled the boy to his pleasure getting the boy to handle his enormous rod, kiss it, and bend over to be poked in the ass by it.  But no breeching there, either.  The lad was schooled on the fine art of fucking and put to fucking little Lindsy post haste!  Wally thought he would explode as he watched the young boy put his little winkie into Lindsy’s pussy.  The coupling wasn’t exact and there were a lot of hit and misses—but after some time the act of “fucking” took place.

The Gangbang factor
	“She’s gonna flip when she reads that.”
	Chris Dolphine nodded in agreement, “Yeah, soooo, I prob shouldn’t turn it in I guess.”
	“What you’ve told me, she’s a bit of a bitch.”
	“Kinda, a stick in the mud for rules and guidelines and shit like that.”
	“Can you turn it in to the head of the English department?”
	Chris thought it over, “Yeah, I guess I can.”
	Wally smiled, stifled a fart, and contemplated much in pondering.
	And just as he was seriously considering something diabolical—
	“Hi, fellas!”
	Chris’ mother, Lisa, walked in.  Thankfully, Wally did not have a boner raging at the time—which was a phenomena.  Lisa was an “old friend” of Wally’s, they had gone to school together but he hadn’t really associated himself with her—but wished he had later on in life.  They had only recently met at a high school reunion and became reacquainted.
	With a background in English, fifteen year old Chris sought The Professor’s guidance on some English writings he was turning in for a writing assignment.
	“Rise of the Zombie!” followed the afterlife of an unpopular high school kid, a nerd.  In the afterlife of being undead the nerd becomes a hero quelling a zombie horde and saving his town from a queasy “life after death.”
	Other titles followed; “Day of the Zombie”  “There’s a Zombie in my Basement!”  “A Zombie Ate My Homework!”  “I Was a Teenage Zombie!”  “My (un)life as a Zombie!”
	“Ms. Finchuck will shit green bricks (if I turn this in.)
	“CHRIS!” bitched the boy’s mother.  Chris rolled his eyes and Wally slowly let his pesky fart become one with the air.  Lisa was a nice looking woman; titties were fair—36Cs.  Good hips, great personality, a few cunt hairs under 2meters/6-foot tall; proportionate weight.  And as she walked away down the hallway to her bedroom—Wally noted that she had a great ass.
	And it seemed as though, Chris was noting it, too!
	Hmmmm!
	‘Say, Chris,’ minded electronically Wally, ‘would you like to FUCK your mother?’ it was just a wandering thought of musing.
	Right off the top of his head, “Yes!” aloud.
	And the boy had a hard-on, too!
	In the house, also, was Myra, an adopted twelve year old.  She was new being in the house just a couple of months.  Wally discovered that the boy also wanted to fuck her, too!  He had seen mere glimpses of his mother naked and jacked himself thinking of her.  With the new girl/sister he sometimes got her panties back in the laundry as a mix up—he used them as a physical aid and thought he would have better luck fucking a dump truck than either of them.
	Wally was not just over at the house to aid young Chris—or pry into his mind, but for dinner.  Lisa’s hubby was a part-time deputy sheriff as well as a full time electrician.  He was cordial and friendly enough but also stern.  There was a shared interest—other than Lisa—that the two men enjoyed.  Japanese animation!
	‘Other than your mother and Myra,’ Wally continued to pry, ‘any interest in fooling around with a guy friend?’

	Slightly.  Harold Lumbjack.  For some reason, Chris wanted to see his friend he had known since grade school—naked.  Naked and jerking off onto his balls—then—THEN he wanted to see his friend sucking his own cum off of his (Chris) balls.  Wally was impressed—and hard!
	After dinner and the discussion of Japanese cartoons came into play—and Lisa rolled her pretty eyes—wily Wally snuck in a few pertinent sneaky questions.  Glenn was in no way interested in fucking his son.  On to question two:  Glenn was in no way interested in fucking his adopted daughter.  Question three:  Glenn was slightly interested in boning his partner at the sheriff’s department.  She was a few years younger, slightly prettier than Lisa, flirty, and apparently, willing to fool around.  But Glenn was a moralistic man, not a church going person but did go to church “now and then” with Lisa whose uncle was a minister.
	Later on and it was found out that Lisa did herself harbor illicit desires for her son.  Wally was intrigued.  The woman, though, had never acted out her desires, she kept them deeply hidden—but often fantasized while getting boned Glenn that it was Chris who was boning her!  Awesome!
	Further mind prying led to the startling revelation that Lisa and her daddy had had sexual relations!  The old man had passed away leaving Lisa empty and disturbed.  The sex between them was, for the most part, mutual.  While being spanked—a turn-on that Lisa now enjoyed, her dear daddy often sodomized her at the end.  As she got a little older his cock ended up pounding away in her pussy.
	Lisa was something of a nymph (something Wally wished he had known when they were in high school) and it mattered little that the cock tantalizing her pussy was the cock responsible for giving her life.  Lisa was also a deputy reserve officer—and was getting some dick on the side from not one, not two, but three fellow officers!
	But more importantly she wanted boned by her son.
	Weaving an electronic web, Wally made a move on Lisa and son one day while once more tutoring young Chris.  Chris was once more on the “zombie” theme of his creative writing for his English class.
	“(Zombie) Heads Will Roll” was his latest incarnation; and surprisingly, his stick-in-the-mud English teacher DID like his recent submission.  “It was bold; witty, and shows outstanding promise” she wrote on his paper giving him a solid “A”.  Chris was jazzed (and surprised).
	This world is obsessed with “zombies”.  Zombies, the undead, the unloving, sex, porn, and drugs.  But zombies seem to take precedence.  Kinda creepy and just a little disturbing.  The world’s scientists are spending billions on sending shit up into space—getting it lost or destroyed in some cases while meantime on THIS fucked up planet people are starving and living in absolute poverty—but way to go scientists for discovering another dead planet!
	Yeah, top notch scientists always claiming that they are “searching for intelligent life forms” since there doesn’t seem to be any on THIS planet!  And, what if the “intelligent” life form they do find—isn’t all that intelligent?  Oh, well, maybe they’ll finger it out and go back to making our I-pads smaller.
	‘Relax, be calm, take your clothes off.’
	After Chris left the house to go hang with his homeys in the nearby park, where his adopted sister was playing also, Wally got busy with the program.  Lisa wasn’t a “fine” dame but she wasn’t a slouch, either.  Wally’s normal criteria for banging pussy was skewed and often went “astray.”  He liked ‘em young, sure, but there were incidences where pussy of other ages sufficed just as well.  The thing with Lisa was, he knew her—they had schooled together and the insight learned about her relationship with her dad just sealed the deal.
	Right in the living room, just a little out of view of the huge front bay window; the house was a nice big single “ranch style” abode, big ass living room, big back yard (no pool) and so on.  Wally held the naked Lisa to him; while watching her undress she was not unlike the “zombies” her teenage son was writing about.  At least ways, though, she only craved cock and not brains.
	Bodacious ta-tas greeted him; 36Cs, brilliant blue eyes, a nice smile, and a decent body over all.  A bit of a flabby ass but Wally didn’t mind.  His cock was rock solid hard and though he very muchly enjoyed schlepping his salami against the hairless poon of Kathy, Julie, Jill, cunt busting the likes of Lisa was also good.
	For a moment, though, he stood admiring the naked woman.  As she herself stripped down Wally undressed and contemplated much.  She had desires to get dicked by her son—and he had desires to get his dick in her!  He stroked himself and just stood for a moment checking her out.  She was no beauty queen and a semi quasi slut.
	‘Suck me.’
	Lisa didn’t hesitate and went immediately to Wally’s dong.  Powerful sucking took place thereafter—she was better than the ‘hos on the boulevard where certain ‘hos do their thing in scantily clad outfits…
	She sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked.  Then she sucked some more.  Cupping his balls the woman devoured all of Wally’s cock, rubbed his ass, and blew his mind.  She was good!  He wanted to hold off blasting a load in her until he was in her cunt—but that didn’t happen.  Lisa was able to bring him to orgasm in under two minutes!  Of course, knowing about her sexual deviancy, Chris, and getting a hummer right then and there kind of helped the situation out a little.  A huge blast of fresh hot spunk splashed into Lisa’s expert cock sucking mouth.  One wave after another.  He was nearly drained—and almost busted.
	Voices were heard coming up the drive.  Damned interruptions!

	Moving Lisa “just in time” Wally held his fuming while into the house returned Chris with a friend.  Standing naked in the kitchen with the naked Lisa was not cool and a little disconcerting.  The EMAD seemed to be working fine but Wally always had reservations that at any time without forewarning the nifty Device could fail.  And that would be bad.
	Chris and his friend were giggling and going on so about something so they were distracted—and easily were susceptible to having the minds walloped.  Wally slid across the living room wall shutting the open front door then accessing the situation presented.
	‘Take off your clothes.’ Situation accessed!
	The boys stripped off ALL their clothes and presented themselves.
	Wally was all the harder.  Fine-fine strapping young buck naked boys.  Teenage boys, a year or so older than Wally actually preferred but he wasn’t too choosey—just horny!  Chris was really a nice looking lad; thick blond hair, busting blue eyes like his mother, and a fine chiseled body.
	Harold Lumbjack.  A dark haired fellow with an amazingly long “fellow.”  It hung off to one side opposite of the testicle that dropped down a couple centimeters more than the other.  Wally was in a dilemma; which boy to hug first?  Which boy to fuck first?  He knew that Lisa’s hubby was working a shift for the sheriff’s department AND was out of town doing so—but that said maybe.  Things I’ve learned in life; never trust a scorned woman; my dog doesn’t like broccoli, either; wherever I go, the world’s worst drivers have followed me; never trust a fart; and never trust a cop-husband whose wife is a known slut.
	So time was of the essence.
	Plus there was the adopted girl still out and could return home at any time unannounced.  Damn untimely children!  He still wanted to sink his bone into Lisa—who was still standing naked in the kitchen!  But he embraced Chris first, cuddled him, spanked his butt and felt the stirrings of serious sexual want. 
	Want.  Desire.  Lust.  Regardless of the fact the boy was a little older than his usual there was enticement just the same.  He loved on the boy—loved on the boy—loved on the boy to the point of firstly getting Chris to his knees and taking his cock.  He wasn’t an “expert” cock sucker but close counts.  Wally was just pleased about getting sucked.  Humping the boy’s face whilst his testicle sac was slurped on further encouraged Wally—to the point whereas he turned the boy about, positioned him against the living room sofa, and promptly fucked him up the ass.
	Turns out, Chris was shoving “things” up his ass just to see what he might be missing.  Things like, metal flashlight—the long one.  Toilet plunger, candles, long neck beer bottles, whatever “round” and “long”  everything except a dick…

	After promptly sodomizing the boy he got busy with Harold; spanking him as he lay across Chris’ naked lap.  Then he sodomized him.  Meanwhile, Lisa was still (naked) in the kitchen and the adopted girl, Myra, still unaccounted for.  Wally found himself strangely attracted to butt humping the boys, spanking them, toying with their schlongs, and then finally coercing them (electronically) into 69ing one another.  And after washing his cock off in the kitchen he brought Lisa into the living room and while watching the boys royally fucked Chris’ mother.
	Little girls?  Oh, yeah!  Teenage girls?  Super!  Old friend from high school?  Fuck yeah!  Her pussy, of course, wasn’t “snug” or tight—but that wasn’t the point.  There were at least a dozen bitches (from high school) he thought of that were now “possibles.”  At the last high school reunion he had touched basis with those girls—and had he had the wondrous gadget that he had now…
	And if not those girls from high school certainly their daughters…
	Watching the boys suck each other was a unique turn-on—as much as watching Michael fuck the likes of Kathy and Julie.  There was much slurping and it seemed as though neither boy minded what the other was doing.  There was only a minute input electronically for the lads to “enjoy” their shared doing—the rest was kind of up to them.  But they seemed to like it and not opposed.
	Watching the two teenage boys suck one another, hands clamped to strapping hot naked tight asses, slurping sounds, the naughtiness of it all, the slight illegalness, all cumulated into Wally delivering to Lisa “one hellacious” orgasm.  And Lisa seemed to have one of her own.  But Wally—Wally really gave one that he thought for a moment was so powerful that Lisa’s cunt was sucking him in!
	He wasn’t himself.  He would never be himself.  The EMAD had changed his life.  For the better?  He gave that notion little thought and after sitting up trying to recover he began to weave a new web of deceit to the family.  It took a little while, some minutes; Chris to enact his sexual will to his mother and Lisa to do same to her son.  Meanwhile, Wally fucked Harold.
	For Mother and Son it was now alright to have sex with one another.  There was a strong want and little did the EMAD have weave its electronic wiles.  Much sucking followed by much fucking.  The two would shower together, fuck on the floor, anal, titty fucking, skull fucking, spanking, more sucking, more repeating of all the above.
	The sound of the garage door opening sent extreme fear into Wally—Glenn!
	No, not Glenn home but the adopted girl, Myra.  There was still panic, though, Wally wasn’t ready.  His mind and yea his body was frapped.  His cock still smoldering from the outlandish ass mastering of Harold Lumpjack quickly defused as he rushed Lisa and the boys to the parental bedroom down the hall.  Just in time, Myra came into the kitchen via the garage door.  She just barely missed seeing the naked sweaty Wally as he, too, dashed down the hall.
	Hiding just inside the bathroom he waited.  In the kitchen he could hear the girl moving about doing something.  His cock ached.  His mind was wrecked with the images of Chris fucking his mother.  No other thoughts prevailed—there was no room!  He needed line o’ sight to nab the mind of the girl.  He heard the refrigerator, a cabinet door, and humming?  He had met the girl, she was nice, sweet, dark hair, nice ass.  While fooling with Angela in his office one day he thought of doing same to Myra.  He yearned to see her in her underwear—then naked.  He ached to see her sucking away on his cock and balls.  He pinned to see her laying out naked before him begging him to “put it in me!”
	The girl finally made way down the hall where Wally boldly stepped out saying “Hi!”
	Myra stopped dead in her tracks—eyes bulging, mouth agape.  She was carrying a small bowl of ice cream.  Her sudden shock was good enough for Wally to zap her mind and sufficiently stun her.  Then, right there in the hallway (after placing her ice cream bowl on the nearby hallway table) pantsed her—that is to say he undone her pants and pushed them down.
	Powder blue panties greeted him.  She had nice form for being twelve.  Her breast were developing nicely, she hadn’t gotten her Monthly Visitor yet, she had a deliciously sweet personality and smile.  Wally hugged her pressing his naked schlong against her.  Off came her off-blue tee-shirt and then matching blue bra.  She was a very cute kid.  Wally found, though, that her mind was strong and he was only able to lambast her mind into a void.  She was not accepting commands from the EMAD.
	Oh well.  Wally sufficed with what he could get.  Down came the panties and he marveled at the virtually bald pussy.  She had a thick head of hair, slight Italian features, but barely any pubes on her poon.  After stepping her out of her clothes he marched her to her room where he barely was able to keep himself from jumping her bones right then and there.  Foreplay first!
	Like Kathy, Julie, Hanna, Angela, and even Jill, Lindsy, Myra had a nice-nice body—‘specially naked!  Laying her out on her bed the naked Wally gave the girl a good once over—then a twice over followed by a third looksee.  Then he wisely closed the bedroom curtains.
	Tasting the girl’s preteen cunt thrilled him greatly.  He firstly got a nose full and then a tongue full.  Massaging her delicate poon was another thrill followed by laying gently on her grinding his cock against her sex.  Thrilling!  Bits of cum jutted from his piss slit; he glided his slicked up cock against the girl’s poon pie gradually working his way in.
	Myra screwed up her sweet face; her nipples hardened, she made a facial expression mixed of Awe, WTF?, and Huh?  Wally Ohmacally “The Professor” made entry.
	A stab quickly into the pristine virgin vagina obliterated the hymen.  Myra let out a little yelp but otherwise remained blind to the event occurring (rape).  Wally continued (raping) filling her cunt with his cock with no other thoughts invading his mind.
	Some minutes later and they were in the shower.  Wally marveled simply marveled at the prowess of the electronic device making it all happen.  No one was safe.  The world was in uproar—well, those who despised the damnedable contraption.  In the shower and Wally caressed the girl—caressed the girl—caressed the girl to the point where clumsily he sunk his bone into her again.  With her shoulders pinned to the back of the shower wall and her legs about his hips, another fuck was in progress when—
	Was that the garage door?
	The garage door made a racket when opening—signaling those inside that whatever they were doing that they shouldn’t be doing stop doing it (and hide).  Wally barely made to the hallway just in time to see untimely Glenn come thru the garage/kitchen door.
	Wally was naked, wet, dick hard (and dripping cum); down the hall and Glenn’s wife was naked on her bed with her teenage son fucking the shit out of her while her son’s best friend lay naked beside her!  Not to mention the twelve year old adopted girl in the hall bathroom—naked, freshly fucked, mindless.
	Glenn stooped picking up some discarded clothing—panties specifically.
	His wife’s he could easily identify—then there were Myra’s.  In the living room, two pair of boy’s undies.  To be perplexed would be an understatement.  Then he turned his head just in time to see a “flash” of light from the beam emitter of the EMAD pointed at him.
	Walloping Glenn’s mind was easy, rewiring was another thing.
	‘You want to see Myra naked.’
	Insert “Wrong Answer” buzzer sound here.
	‘You want Myra to SUCK YOUR DICK!’
	Insert “Wrong Answer” buzzer sound here.
	You want to FUCK Myra, cornhole Myra, spank Myra’s bare ass all resulted in Wrong Answer buzzer.  Glenn was a moralistically intact man.  Far and very few men like him.  But could he be turned?
	‘If you saw Myra naked—would you look?’
	Buzz!
	‘If you saw Myra naked—you would look.’
	‘If you saw Myra naked—you would look.’
	‘If you saw Myra naked—you would watch her.’
	Repeat the above until the negative BUZZ sound became a positive game show YOU WON! sound.  Not an easy task and very damn time consuming.
	How good the rewiring would work—unknown.  Would it work—unknown.
	With deep entrenched morals like Glenn had unraveling just wouldn’t be easy.  And if getting anything with Myra was a toughie—Wally’s intent on having Glenn fool with his son would be even tougher!  But it would be a nice try.  Maybe if the man would follow thru—the thoughts would be there and maybe just maybe that would be enough.  Maybe.
	Wally left Glenn to deal with the new input and returned to the others.
	Mother and Son were well on their way to a life of incest.  And Harold was in there, too!  Wally enjoyed boning Lisa but wasn’t so much into the “groove” of the deed—stray thoughts swarmed his mind disrupting his fucking.  Kathy and Julie occupied space in his mind; so did Myra.  Having Chris and Harold fuck around was also there but Glenn—Glenn’s refusal to accept the unmoral way of life infuriated Wally.
	He didn’t cum in Lisa; or in Chris’ mouth, or in Harold’s asshole.  He did manage to unload jiz into Myra’s pussy (as she lay on the floor as he himself watched Chris sodomize Harold.)  Visual aid!  He then sat back and had Chris take his turn fucking his non-bio sister all the while having his mind accept the fact that sex with his sister was A-Ok.  A little trouble with Myra accepting that way of life but she was willing to “try it.”  hmmmm
	Lisa’s mindset was wired to accept sex with her son, Harold, and to watch the boys fuck Myra.  It was also ok for Wally to “join in” boning the boys, Myra, and herself.  He was 75% there.
	And it was not until midnight before Glenn was “there”, too.  Maybe.
	He was “accepting” but would it hold?
	Back later on that venue.

*

The Dastardly Dick Dastard
	He was a dastard, Dick Dastard; grumpy, rough, miserable, and not well liked.  Which suited him ‘cause he didn’t like people.  He preferred to be alone, work alone, live alone.  One evening after a few pints at the pub he frequented he chanced upon a wee little lassie who was apparently lost.  Dick watched her; she had amazing flaming red hair—and lots of it.  It was kind of frizzy and down to just past her shoulders.  A small frame body, tight little butt, knee length britches, flat chested.  She had Dick’s attention.  And being a dastard as he was he contemplated her fate.

	But he was curious, too, as to why the girl was out wandering by herself in a neighborhood where little girls, or girls of any age, shouldn’t be “wandering” by themselves.  He waited, waited, then waited some more until the wee child was close.  Then,
	‘get in.’
	The door to Dick’s 1950’s panel truck was open and the girl with the flaming red hair got in.  She wasn’t totally like totally mindless; she had a very confused facial expression but stared straight ahead thru the dirty grimy window.  She was all of about seven years young.  Her name was Anna.
	The area of Dick’s pub was not really as you would claim “rundown”; it was frequented by some undesirables, sure; but white collar and blue collar also came to the various pubs as well as some bikers, outlaws, longshoremen, truckers, and other assorted derelicts of society.  Car repair shops, bakeries, a few tattoo parlors, mini malls, second-hand furniture stores, non-name brand grocery stores, and what have your—diners, hole-in-the-wall “eats”, off-brand gas stations, home repair outlets all made up the area situated in and around various neighborhoods of varying quality.
	Dick eased out of the parking lot behind the pub and down the side street thru a questionable neighborhood.  With no one following him he turned to merge onto a main street that ran along some railroad tracks.  The truck, a formally bread truck, was a “panel” truck having no windows save for the driver’s side and passenger side.  The two rear windows on the rear opening doors was painted over.
	Some blocks further just after passing the town’s secondary mini airport,
	‘undo your pants.’
	The little girl cocked her head—she knew that that wasn’t right but there was insistence and Anna Barnpond unhitched her jeans.  Dick slowed to five miles below the posted speed limit as he passed he remote sheriff’s station.  Then, out onto the two-lane road passing under the main freeway artery and past the defunct non-operating nut factory.  A few miles down that lone road to the semi-truck stop; other assorted big rig shops were here along with a boat dealership and repair.  Dick parked a little ways out from the main lots under some huge eucalyptus trees.
	‘take your pants down.’
	The day was just about done and darkening with threatening skies to boot.
	Nothing on the radio noting the “missing” red haired girl.
	A thundering diesel-electric locomotive roared by; a semi-truck pulled in, and the air was scented with hometown eats from the truck stop café.  Anna pushed down her britches.  Basic white panties she wore and Dick massaged his aching man bone.  Slowly and did Dick place his hand on the girl’s bare thigh.
	She remained staring straight ahead—still with a confused face.

	A cattle truck roared onto the lot—bringing its varied unpleasant smells.
	Dick waited a moment or two then returned to his prize.
	She seemed awfully frail, smaller than most seven year olds.  But he was still drawn to her.  Lifting her legs back and scooting her butt to the edge of the green vinyl seat his arousal setting increased.  Smoothing his hand up and down her thigh only brought him to the brink of naughtiness.
	Working her pants and panties off he scooped the girl up and whisked her into the rear of the former bread truck.  It had been painstakingly transformed to something more comfortable.  No bread racks but a couple of cabinets; a mini fridge, sink, ice chest, ten gallon water tank, plush carpeting, a single bed in a wooden frame going across the back of the truck at the rear doors.  The rear doors no longer opened and were sealed (welded) shut.
	Anna was laid out on the bed.  A heavy dark green curtain separated the cab from the cargo area—it was closed shut and a vent in the ceiling was cranked open.  Defused lighting provided just enough light to see—and Dick Dastard saw his young prize as quite the delectable delicacy.  Stark naked and the girl was indeed quite frail; but she was no waif.  She was just generally small in size.  Her jaw line was a bit longer than most girls and that flaming red hair was something elese!
	Dick stripped off his clothes and blatantly jerked his gherkin.  Anna looked at him curiously but couldn’t figure it.  She DID, though, finger it—her pussy and then Dick’s dick.  She was unaware of the fingering to herself, and under admission she was still being bathed by her father of whom she lived with.
	He was in the pub while she was asleep in the car.  She woke up and was in that quasi state of being and wonderment.  It was a new car and she was in a place she hadn’t been before.  After her parents’ divorce, she went with her employed daddy—to a new town she wasn’t familiar with.  Ah, kinda explains it (why she was wondering about the parking lot behind the pub.)
	Her pussy was delicious!  Dick opened her legs and “got after it.”  Licking here and there, the slit, the bald poon, everywhere.  Then, using his mouth he completely engulfed the cunt inserting his tongue into her crevice (and a finger up her butt!)  Anna whined, squirmed, and made all indications of “awareness.”  But the sophisticated Electronic Mind Altering Device in Dick’s possession held her mind to his will.
	Then he mounted.
	Gliding his cock against the wee girl’s cunt gave him such a thrill!  Sperm was already spurting making the gliding motion all the more easier.  Guiding the head of his cum squirter against the girl’s quim induced crazy feelings that would only be trumped by penetration.
	Anna squirmed and belted out a couple of “Ooooohs!” and “Nooooos!”
	Dick Dastard’s dick dastardly dinked its way into Anna’s sex regardless.
	Dastard’s dick didn’t dastardly dick the girl fully; the head disappeared surely and just a bit of shaft.  Then it was all about the pumping.  Little scrawny frail Anna thrashed about so—which was exactly how the dastardly Dick Dastard like ‘em.  Zombie fucking wasn’t his bag; he liked his prey to be a little more lively.  Which was the premise for most sexual assaults; not so much as the sex act itself but the power the Assaulter had over the Assaultee.
	Regardless of not fully penetrating the girl’s cunt, Dick’s dick did well and emptied a copious amount of jiz into the girl as well as thoroughly coating her poon.  With his dick still dastardly hard he humped the broken slit grinding hard against the sex squirting another load of mess minutes later for the effort.  Then he turned the wiggling child over and spanked her ass!

Once more with feeling
	Chili sauce drizzled down thru the thick curls of the biker’s thick beard; the long tall lean trucker flirted with Flo, the waitress; a haggard looking woman was getting exasperated with her four year old son who wouldn’t settle down and eat his dinner.  The day was about done, the sun’s fleeting rays just about gone, another tall trucker moseyed into the roadside “Eats” and the dark eyes of the dastard one fell on the lone figure ducking in and about the line of trucks outside.
	She wasn’t up to “no good” just trying to be “unseen”.  About thirteen or so, a single pony tail that was loose and long; good body form, backpack and possible therefore, “on the run.”  Dick scarfed down his large chili size and drink, paid the bill and left a small tip.  Chewing on a straw he casually moseyed out the front door—he had lost sight of the Prospect; his truck was off to the other side of the roadside eatery but he slowly ambled to where the line of trucks were parked.
	Leaning against the side of the building not reading the paper he was holding he saw a lone figure dart from behind a large dump truck and skirt the chicken wire fence marking the edge of the property.  A bit of woody forest was beyond.  A few houses were about, scattered trailers, camping trailers and what have you—people who had had enough of civilization or city life and were beyond the stench of social society.
	Tucking the paper under his arm he made his way to his truck.  The Prospect had found her way thru the fence and made her way into the woods.  Dick wasn’t going to chase after her.  He sighed; a missed opportunity?  Oh, well, there would be others.  Firing up the old truck he continued on his way.
	Half an hour later and it was raining.

	He didn’t like driving in the rain; he had operated a lorry on the M5 South West Motorway/Liverpool Rd. and didn’t like it there, either—the rain, the congestion, the umpteen traffic halts.  At a rest stop he parked to wait out the rain.  A nap was just the thing; and though the pounding of the rain drops on the metal roof would be annoying to a dastard bastard man like Dick Dastard he found it rather soothing.
	After a short nap he sat in the driver’s seat fuming at the still lingering pounding rain.  And then he saw her.  At first he didn’t believe her to be the same Prospect from the truck stop, but the backpack, pony tail told the tail.  Huddled under a picnic table the Prospect was still unprotected from Mother Nature’s downpour.  Dick Dastard sat—and sat—and sat some more.  Arms folded, a little miserable, in need of a good pee, in need of a good fuck.
	“Do you know what pneumonia is?” he asked the huddled girl who now looked like a drowned rat in a toilet.
	The girl shivered and looked to him with her blue eyes not so blue.
	Dick stuck out his hand; not a soul was at the rest stop and the rain was coming down harder.  The girl shivered and could barely stick her hand out to take the strange man’s offer.  She did though and was pulled out from under the table that offered no help from the driving rain.
	In the truck there was warmth.  The engine was on and the heater on HIGH.
	The girl, Jenny, shivered uncontrollably.
	The man, Dick Dastard, instructed the girl to get out of her clothes.
	Jenny shivered but was too frozen to comply; or was mulling over the request.  She yawned, shivered, and stared near blankly at her benefactor.
	“Either take off your clothes or your next stop is the emergency room.”
	Jenny tried to undo the buttons to her shirt but the sudden freezing rain had frozen her fingers.  Dick moved her to the back and undressed her himself.  A heavy duty army blanket was provided for her and she didn’t even balk when the man undone her bra.  The man’s hands moved all about her massaging her trying to not only to dry her but to get the blood circulating to further warm her.
	Sitting in her soaking wet underpants clutching the blanket about her she watched as the man put a kerosene stove together and got a camping coffee pot going on over a burner.  Shivering, she thought that perhaps running away was not such a hot idea after all.
	A cup of hot chocolate was good and helped with the shivers, along with being out of the pouring rain.  The rain had not let up.  In fact, it came all the harder to the point of being a torrential downpour.  The strange man shut off the engine, closed the curtain between the cab and cargo/passenger area and struck up the kerosene lantern.  That would provide excellent heat.  

	The vent in the ceiling was cranked open just enough to allow air flow.  The girl had closed her eyes but was still shivering.  A cup of hot noodle soup helped further warm the girl; then—
	The magic of electronic mind control came into being; although on reflection it probably wasn’t needed as the drenched girl would probably give of herself to be thankful of not being still out in the rain.  After the hot cocoa and soup Jenny was warm enough; the shivers uncontrollable had ceased and she was dry enough.  The command “lay down” invaded her still semi frozen mind.  But she accepted the command and lay back on the bed that was sometimes a sofa.
	Her panties (still wet and clingy) were rolled down and she was naked.
	The strange man with thick dark coarse hair to his shoulders paused a moment, then undressed himself.  Jenny’s eyes focused on his manly manhood—but was not too impressed.  The man’s schlong was not up to par as other cocks she had seen.  Other cocks she had seen?  What the—?
	Summer camp; boys jerking off who were from twelve years young to fifteen.  Camp counselors in their early twenties jerking off also, but into the mouths of willing camp girls (also from twelve years young to fifteen.)  Jenny wasn’t naïve and new very well the narly ways of sex (and sex acts!)  Both her Mom, Dad, and step-dad had caught her “gettin’ after it—finger banging.  Only her Mom got onto her about it.  The Dad and Step-dad were too embarrassed.
	Dick Dastard tongued the teenager’s twat; engulfing the whole of the poon nuzzling his nose right against her mons trying to stimulate her clit.  There was reaction on the teen’s part; she bucked into his face, clenched her cunny as well as fingers into the bedding, moaned, and sufficiently got “wet.”
	The day was the day of her birthday; she was thirteen the day before, today, she was fourteen.  And apparently, she was the only one who knew.  All attention in the house was to the newborn her mother had given birth to with the new daddy, of whom Jenny despised whole heartedly.  The new baby had taken precedent and Jenny’s important birthday forgotten.  (she didn’t know, however, that her friends had readied a party for her but in her heartbroken status she had acted on pissed off instinct, grabbed her backpack and fled.)  It was hoped, by Jenny, that by running away her family would perhaps appreciate her.
	Dick appreciated her; his tongue and yea his mouth enjoyed the girl wholly.
	Jenny wallowed in a sea of excitement; there was no dismay, no fear, no cause of alarm.  There was some concern for her general welfare but for the most part being eaten out was some sort of thrill.  She was not a virgin; after being caught making out with her horny boyfriend by the boyfriend’s ten year old brother—she had to have sex with him, too, or else he would blab.

	Then there was Mr. Mapapama; her math teacher.  Jenny hated math—she hated math with a purple pissing passion.  She didn’t struggle with English, Social Science, History, or even Biology.  Jenny Barksalott struggled with Math.  The struggle was so great that she was on the verge of not passing class—and not passing the class meant Summer School and there she HAD to pass or she wouldn’t be advancing to 8th grade.  And none of this she shared with her Mother.  After the Divorce the relationship between Jenny and her Mother was dissolving.  Re-marrying and then bringing a child into the house only sealed the deal—and the forgetting about her birthday.
	Summer School would suck; telling her Mom about her near failing Math and not going on to the next grade level?  That would suck even more.  So, Mr. Mapapama provided the answer:  A)  Summer School  B)  R squared plus F squared equals U R Screwed  C)  Fuck the math teacher  D)  Fail 7th grade math and be yelled at all summer  Da)  no vacation  Db)  no friends  E)  none of the above (cuzz she was going to run away to a convent.
	She picked C, Fuck the math teacher.
	After school, in the classroom she was “felt up” which garnered her a “C” average.  Then she lay across his lap and the 40-something year old married man father of three spanked her.  Not too hard—and with her light blue-blue jeans still on.  But his fingers dug into her crotch seriously fingering her vagina.  For a better grade he asked if she would go to his office.
	Jenny knew what would happen if she did.  But a “C” wouldn’t really cut it with her Mom who thought her daughter was doing well, like high “B’s”.  “B’s” would mean she could play for her softball team thru the summer; “A” grades would me she could go to softball camp.
	With a heavy sigh she accepted her plight and joined Mr. M in his office.
	Mr. M was ok, just that he was her teacher, a married man, a man.  He wasn’t too strict in class but was sometimes an asshole—like all men and all teachers.  Most her close friends were doing well in math; Jenny just didn’t get it.  She got, though, a man sized cock rammed up her ass.  This after undressing s-l-o-w-l-y before the man whereupon when she ditched her shirt and bra he pulled out his man sized penis and began masturbating.
	There was some of course fear and trepidation in submitting to the vile act but that sentiment was overshadowed by the scorn she would receive from her Mother.  After shucking her panties she once more lay across the math teacher’s lap; his trousers were down along with his underwear and though she had been fucked by her boyfriend three times and once by the conniving brother, fucked by a MAN cock was something else.
	She couldn’t remember the last time she had been spanked.
	She didn’t particularly care for it.
	Mr. Mapamapa caressed Jenny’s bare ass, squeezed the cheeks, touched her hole, then smacked her.  The first swat nearly sent her out of her skin.  The second smack took her breath.  The third and the sting to her flesh was great—so great that she peed.  This got her a fourth swat followed by a final fifth swat.
	Unbeknownst to Jenny, Mr. M would have sufficed with the bare ass swatting and let it be at that giving her the “A” she needed.  After she stood up, though, and a couple of minutes caressing her burning ass, she positioned herself on the desk, leaned back, scooted her ass to the edge, and thusly—presented herself.
	Mr. M wasted no time and “went down” on the girl shoving a finger into her asshole that was for—the time being—virginal.  He licked, nipped, sucked, and sent piss shivers up and down her teenage naked body.  The girl held her breath as the man’s mighty man cock entered her sex.  The invasion was slow and dramatically quick like her horny boyfriend was apt to doing.  All the way in—then all the way out.  Then all the way in—then all the way out.  And repeat.   The man stepped up his progress and soon was fucking her into sexual oblivion.
	Cock.  Man cock.  Mr. Mapamapa had a MAN cock; the boys in the woods at Summer Camp had decent average cock; her horny boyfriend had decent cock.  The man who had rescued her from Mother Nature’s wrath—had the cock of her horny boyfriend’s ten year old brother.
	 Which would explain (possibly) why Dick Dastard was a miserable bastard.

	Dick size be damned, Dastard’s dastardly dick succinctly dicked dickingly.
	Jenny squirmed and shuddered.  Regardless of the man’s inadequate cock in length and girth—it worked!  Jenny felt a flood of orgasmic juices as she shuddered; the man rocked his hips and made powerful thrusts not so deep into her cunny.  Then he pulled out—after cumming off—and humped her slicked up slit.  He grinded hard into her entrance and shot off another load of spunk that splashed up her stomach clear to her aching breasts.
	Dick pawed the girl’s breasts; squeezing them, tweaking the nipples, having a ripping good time—all the while his cock worked against her pussy and squirted.  He soon moved up to settle his cock between her breasts and once it was nestled therein and fucked hard grinding against her until blowing another load all over her face!
	A brief spanking session followed.
	Then, like with the little girl before, tighten the dingy white window sash about the girl’s neck as he entered her asshole from behind.  As the girl struggled the intensity of the misdoing intently intensified Dastard’s dickingly ways.  He shuddered with a bizarre euphoria that no psychologist/psychiatrist could explain.  The sash cord tightened, life ended, orgasmic expended.  End.
Dastard’s dicking goes awry
	The rainstorm on the previous day had been a whopper.  Not uncommon for such a torrent to come in the middle of summer in the High Desert but it was dubbed “a whopper.”   Mother Nature can be such a bitch!
	Dick Dastard made his way down from the High Desert area to the desert city of Mowhavye.  It was a small town, a hub whereas a truck stop grew into a town.  In three directions from the town were highways to cities far off.  Sipping his coffee he had no intentions but to think of which one of those highways he wanted to venture on when he caught sight of a young girl picking at her butt.
	Intention was sealed.
	The young girl, about nine or so, had an intense itch or a serious wedgie.
	She wore a light rain jacket suggesting she had just been in the rainy mountains.  A nice looking girl, kind of a serious face; she looked bored and disinterested in whatever her family was doing.  Dick was only mildly interested in her but he did wonder what color were her panties…

	Bright yellow.  This after subduing the girl’s mother and the girl herself; then, in the panel truck and several miles away from the desert town it was down to business.  The woman and girl were only mildly subdued electronically; and neither would comply with electronically sent commands—like “Stop screaming!”  “Behave!”  “Don’t fuss!”  “Don’t piss me off!”  Force had to be enacted and that worked better—sort of.  Dick’s hands were busy keeping order; the woman put up a good fight and had to have her face slapped—hard.  Binding her hands and the woman managed to “bind his nuts” causing him near to pass out.
	Roughing up the little girl put the woman in a better stance of no-stance.
	“Behave,” said Dick in a serious tone, “or bad things will happen.” to her.
	Of course, what mother would not comply with that?  She would do anything to save her child, especially young daughter.  With calm restored, the dastardly Dick Dastard hog tied Monica Sewerturd.  The pain in his sac would diminish—in time.  The EMAD had not failed him it was just under powered against a formidable foe.  The woman’s mind was able (somehow) to counter the electronic assault.  So, Dick had to use the old fashioned method of subjection; force.
	It came not without hazards.
	The young girl, Elyssa, was nine years young and easier to control.  She willingly complied which was surprising.  He sat the girl off to one side; the truck was off the road on an old mining road miles from the solid two-lane desert road.  And it was dark out, too.  No moon; the air was cool, no clouds, a few bats, baying coyotes, etc.
	“Please don’t hurt us.” begged the woman.
	Dick gave the woman a long cold stare with his steely cold dark eyes.
	He said nothing but moved the woman onto the bed positioning her with on her stomach.  Her hands and ankles were tied together behind her back.  This made it award to deal with her the way intended.  Not impossible, just awkward.
	First up—spanking!  A swift retribution swat to her tight womanly ass.  She wore tight light blue jeans; she was a woman in her early thirties, short sassy blond hair, blue eyes, Southern Wisconsin girl whose family was from Sweden, Ireland, and Norway.  Naturally she wiggled as she was struck—she must’ve known then what was in store for her.
	More spanking for one.
	Then, Monica was turned not so nicely on her back and the dastard bastard roughly grabbed her groin.  A thumb massaged her womanness causing her thrash about regardless of being told to behave and not do so.  After the rough vaginal message her jeans were fussed with.  Monica wasn’t going to take the undressing laying down.
	Well, actually she was, but—
	More swatting and then Dick had had enough and left the woman for her daughter wrenching the poor child up, swatting her, then jerking her loose fitting pants down—thusly revealing the nice bright yellow underwear.  Then, to further blast Monica’s mind the undies were jerked down, the girl whirled around, and her tender bare ass swatted hard.
	Dick’s eyes blared at the woman—the woman’s eyes glared at Dick.  But with the woman, though, there was pleading.  She nodded and conveyed that she would tolerate “whatever” the dastard bastard wanted to do.  Dick left the terrified little girl and returned to the woman.  Elyssa tried to pull her panties back up but failed.  Her hands were bound too tightly.  Attention turned back to Monica.
	“You fucking bastard!” Monica seethed.
	“You have no idea.” sneered back the dastard.  More ass squeezing then he undone the woman’s pants.  She glared at him the whole time.  Being hogtied as she was it was a troublesome getting her britches down, along with her womanly panties—the dastard managed and being in no particular hurry fingered the woman’s private areas with a Devil’s ire.
	Monica twisted and tried squishing his hand; her eyes locked to her traumatized daughter huddled in the corner.  The dastardly one thrust open her legs working several fingers into her sex; then he removed all of his clothing, blatantly masturbated so as the little girl could see—then he mounted Monica and drove his cock into her.
	Monica thrashed about—and was smacked on the ass.  Elyssa cried and was in fact deeply traumatized.  The dastard one went on to fully fuck/rape the little girl’s mother not once but twice!
	A beer followed.
	Monica wondered if there would be more (abuse.)
	Well,
	After downing the beer another was poured onto Monica’s pussy.  Of which the dastard one drank from!  A third fuck followed.  Monica endured praying for an end; praying harder for an opportunity.  The man gave no facial expression save for a cold blank hard stare.  He had no soul—Monica was sure of that.  When he had completed his third rape of her he dismounted and swallowed another beer, farted loudly and disgustingly, then—THEN approached Elyssa.
	Monica screamed “NOOOOOOO!”
	Dick Dastard paid her no mind and grabbed the little girl placing his hellish inadequate cock against her little face.  Monica was freaking the fuck out.  The dastard dastardly dicked the little girl; pressing his slick penis against the child’s face—then forcing her to accept it into her mouth.  When she cried too much and fussed even more—she was slapped HARD across the face which stunned her into oblivion.  This allowed the horrible naked man to wrestle the girl’s clothing off.  Then, to further horrify her mother the man opened the child’s legs and “went down” on her.
	The little one scarcely moved as her traumatized mind went into overdrive and basically shut down.  The naughty man devoured the virgin pussy shoving a finger up into her asshole and working it before moving up into prime position whereas his saucy schlong lay against her sex.
	Then, just as he was making entry,
	“Get away from her you bastard!”
	Dick turned just in time to see the girl’s mother free somehow from her bindings—then, he saw the empty beer bottle he had thrown down minutes earlier in the woman’s hand.  Cocking his head he made a little wavering smile; the rope he had used to secure her hadn’t (apparently) been all that secure and she managed with extreme dire motherly strength gotten free.  The bottle came up and in a whoosh smashed against the man’s head.  It didn’t break but temporarily broke his spirit.
	Monica then went whole heartily on his ass bashing the bottle against him until it DID break.  Dick Dastard was in trouble.  He tried shaking off the attack but was not so successful as the one who was doing the attacking!  Her feet were still bound and she lashed out at him with a very powerful kick—once to his side, then to his back; then, as he whirled around trying to attack her she managed to once more hit his balls.
	Almost to the point of retching and did Dick find himself in great peril.

	Then, THEN she brought her knee up to his chin throwing him off balance and against the wall of the truck.  Picking up the EMAD that looked like a remote control and not an EMAD she threw the item at him striking him in the face.  Another beer bottle came into play; she bashed it against his forearm before the man was able to grab her arm and thrust it back into her face.
	His balls were in dire need of ice.
	His arm, side of his head, his face, his side…
	The woman had plenty of umph left in her; Dastard had little.  The woman whirled on him seething and venting, grabbed up the last beer bottle when an ear piercing ring exploded in her head.  A blinding light followed.  The woman melted into a heap on the carpeted floor—the EMAD had been reactivated and “deactivated” the woman’s rant.

Dastardly deeds done dastardly
	When Monica awoke her body was abuzz with tingling sensations not unlike an allergic reaction to something.  Her mind was clouded with a myriad of confusing scenes; none of which made any sense whatsoever.  A horrible taste was in her mouth and she felt a horrible pressure on her chest as if someone were sitting on her.
	Slowly her mind calmed down enough to re-grasp what was going on.
	And it still didn’t make sense.
	Then, the horror of the what was going on hit her nearly causing her to go catatonic as she saw her naked child—and then others.  Her mind couldn’t grab holt of the situation—it was like looking out an underwater volcanic lava tube.  Her hands were bound behind her—as were her feet.  She was naked.  Her daughter was naked.  Their surroundings were—strange.  Cramped?  A small room perhaps?  They how (and why) they were in the small cramped room were unknown to her—as were many of the details.
	And then—
	A naked man suddenly appeared and he was naked.  Bits of sperm were dripping from his erect manhood.  He had dark hair, was lean, long jet black hair, hairless chest, and naked.  The wholeness of her situation abruptly erupted into her mind—especially when the naked man raped her.
	Although no one was physically choking her it felt as if though someone was.  The horror of the situation was horrible.  She couldn’t fully grasp it and it was only going to get worse.  She saw as her little girl was stood up; tears streaked her sweet little innocent face.  The naked man ran his hands up and down her sides; his fingers fingered her vagina.  Then she was turned about and the man smoothed his hands about her naked buttocks before spanking.

	Monica couldn’t function.  She couldn’t think, she couldn’t even react.  Who was this man?  Why was this happening?  Then she noted the “others.”  Two teenage girls and two young boys.  Cocking her head “WTF” was deeply expressed and confusion once more reigned supreme.

*

	“Do as yer told, and it wont be so bad.” the man said flatly, “Don’t do as yer told and it will be.”
	Beverly Heaven, fourteen, pursed her lips but nodded.  She knew that the situation she, her brother, her friend, her brother, were in deep shit.  Deep.  When she had “come around” from her delirium of having her mind electronically zapped, she saw the others; the woman and little girl.  She knew they were all in deep-deep shit.
	Lucy Beeinavan wasn’t exactly her “friend.”  They were close in age, Lucy a year younger but in the 8th grade just the same.  They weren’t “enemies” but not social with one another and often competed for babysitting duties in their community.  She looked frightened and clutched her little brother, Blake.
	Beverly didn’t remember the kidnapping, only that it was.  The man was naked.  The woman and little girl were naked and obviously had been sexually assaulted.  The naked man spoke to her,
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Beverly stared blankly at him—“What did you say?”
	The man repeated his command adding, “and your brother’s, too.”
	The man’s face was stoic, stern, flat, and difficult to describe other than plain.  Those cold dark eyes, that cold dark heart—frightened her more than getting caught smoking, drinking, masturbating, by her preacher father.
	“Take off your clothes—now.” repeated the naked man.
	Beverly’s eyes fell to the man’s nakedness, specifically his naked male member.  She knew—she knew that she was going to be raped.  Her heart beat all the harder.  As her eyes glanced up to the man’s cold dark steely eyes a cold shiver enveloped her.  Slowly—slowly—s-l-o-w-l-y she shucked her not-too-tight jeans. Her shoes were already off (and gone.)  She breathed hard and tried to wrap her head around what was happening.  It wasn’t happening—it was but it wasn’t.
	Thirteen year old Lucy stared blankly going from Beverly to the woman, the naked little girl, and the man who was also naked.  With her eyes back to Beverly she conveyed “What is going on?”  Beverly gave no reply but removed her top, undershirt tank, and then her bra.  Her breathing increased as fear crept about her gripping her with a near death throw.
	Slowly ever so slowly she pushed down her green tinted panties.
	Locking eyes with the cum dripping naked man Beverly shivered near uncontrollably and barely heard his question, “Do you want spanked?”
	Licking her lips and nearly unable to swallow she whispered pleadingly,
	“Please don’t hurt me!”
	To wit the cum dripping naked man replied, “As long as you do as you’re told.” He almost smiled, too.  Almost.
	Beverly pulled in her lips holding them tightly then did as told, laid down her body.  There wasn’t a lot of light in the “room”; it was warm—and then she saw the vent in the ceiling.  While her mind was locked on the vent—the cum dripping man lifted her legs pushing them back.  Then he began fingering her, pushing a finger into her asshole, massaging her pussy with his thumb, the whole bit.  Then he asked,
	“Virgin?”
	Beverly batted her eyes; she felt a little ill, overly warm, and not as frightened as she thought she should be.  So long as she (and her little brother) weren’t all—well, she was ok with whatever happened.  Sort of.
	Virgin?  She gulped and needed something to drink to get rid of the horrible dryness in her mouth.  Donny Shumucker had “felt” of her boobs and she had fingered his penis still inside his pants.  Zane Klutzme had gotten his fingers inside her panties fingering her pussy sending extreme shivers all over her—and she, in turn, had given him a handjob.  But the term “virgin” implied sexual activity whereas there’s sexual intercourse.  Fingering didn’t count—did it?
	Beverly didn’t think so so she shook her head in the negative, “No.”
	A pretty girl, kind of plain with long-long flowing semi style dark brown hair.  Hazel eyes, a sharp turned nose, spoke softly, sang in her father’s church, got mostly good grades at school, and seldom got into too much trouble with family.  Getting caught finger banging herself (by her dad of course) was kind of a no biggie but she got scolded for it just the same.  Mostly it was not because he was a preacher but a father—but also a preacher!
	The man gave the girl’s somewhat trimmed trim a good looksee—then went down on it licking, engulfing, sucking.  Beverly had never been treated so; fingering was one thing but this was something else all together!  She couldn’t breathe.  She couldn’t think.  The man’s tongue excited her in a tormented sort of way.  His mouth encased her vagina and all else faded into a euphoric realm she had seldom experienced.
	The next thing she knew—
	The naked cum dripping pussy eating man was on top of her.
	It was a little mind boggling and for a moment or two Beverly just didn’t know what to think.  What was he doing?  Why was on top of her?  What the hell was going on!?!?
	Then,
	The man with the cum dripping cock (that was no bigger than Beverly’s ten year old brother when HE had a hard-on) penetrated her.  There was a grunt, a groan, a moan, and a “OH MY GOD!” all around.  Beverly’s intact hymen was breeched; she made a groan as the man made a grunt.  The others in the old bread truck were stunned to see the rape take place.  The boys were frightened and sat against Lucy watching the rape in progress.
	Beverly locked her eyes on the vent above her; her mind was in a barrage of feelings she had never before experienced.  Only lightly did she know what was happening; she clenched her cunny and her fingers and endured the assault only to be brought back to reality when her naked brother came to sit on her chest.
	As brother and sister they had seen one another naked; more her than him.  There was no sexual inappropriateness between them—he farted in her presence now and then but that’s what little brothers do.  She saw him with an occasional erection; she wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t know the whyfore.  He was a boy, a young boy who got boners when the wind blew, he saw a pretty girl, he saw an ugly girl, a girl in her swimsuit, a girl on horseback, his sister’s panties mixed in his laundry…
	Why was he naked?
	Why was he sitting on her chest?
	Behind them and Lucy clung to her brother, Blake, and cried.
	On the bed the naked woman seethed great hatred.
	‘Push your breasts against his cock.’
	The words invaded her mind—she heard them, she understood them; but as to their meaning?  ‘Push your breasts against his cock?”  What?  Blinking her eyes she focused on her naked brother and her first response was typical—‘Get the fuck off me!’ she didn’t normally cuss but she knew the words and strove hard to refrain from blurting them out.  But sometimes it sure was hard.
	Like now.
	Slowly, though, she complied and pressed her fourteen year old breasts encapsulating her brother’s hard penis.  The boy, with some freckles on his face, sandy brown hair, deep set blue eyes, lily white body, stared with those frightened blue eyes breathing hard with mixed feelings.
	In her mind, Beverly heard ‘go on, hump.’ But it was more like an echo.
	The words were stronger, though, in the boy’s mind.
	With slow progress the boy did hump; he wasn’t too naïve about sex but sex acts and other forms regarding sexual depravity he was.  He was not a masturbator but was beginning to hump his bed.  As to why his pee-pee got “hard” whenever he was oblivious.  The boy made slow but steady humps; the naked man sat on his knees beside them with a curious grin etched on his stoical face.
	Monica lay trying to shake off the assault, on all fronts.  Her mind was dizzy with the horror before her—and it was only getting worse.  Somehow she had to try again.  The horrible-horrible man had to be stopped.  Her mind zeroed in on finding and securing his electronic device.  Then there were thoughts of doing the dastard Dastardly in.  Horibly.
	But first!
	Young ten year old Toby Heaven was turned about from his naked sister’s titties to sit on her naked face; testicle sac in her mouth.  Then, laying down, the boy’s bum was fondled.  Fondled and spanked.  Spanked and fingered.  Fingered and fucked.  Beverly clenched the carpet beneath her weeping as the naked man penetrated her brother’s anus.  Her mouth completely engulfed her brother’s virtually hairless nuggets; her pretty eyes shut tight trying to block out the horrific scene of sodomy in progress.
	Toby wriggled all about—and was spanked hard for his doing so.  The man’s dick was nothing significant but Beverly scarcely gave thought to that.  He was sodomizing her brother!  Toby screamed his distress into his sister’s cunt; Lucy clung to her brother burying head against him knowing in the back of her mind that she (and brother Blake) were next.
	After the outrageous butt fucking (and spanking) the anal ordeal was over.
	The man sat back heaving, sweating, ogling Toby’s asshole slowly snapping shut shooting out a stream of cum in the process.  The boy’s sister below him cried uncontrollably.  The boy himself wept.  His young bum was still very bright red.  Cocking his head looked over his shoulder to the bound tightly Monica Sewerturd.
	She conveyed much with her pissed off face.  The dastard one smiled and felt no fear.  Maybe he should have?  We’ll see.  Regardless of the woman being tied up—she had been tied up before—she was still possibly dangerous.  He would have to be wary of her nevertheless.
	The horror for Beverly and her brother was not over.  After being roundly sodomized the boy was repositioned on his sister whereas his ten year old schlong was to enter his sister’s quim.  The boy’s emotions were out of whack and he barely was able to conceive the knowhow.  He did so manage and that was all that mattered.
	The dastard one caressed the boy’s burning butt, spanked it a couple of times, and continuously fondled himself as the boy fucked his sister.  He was too upset to gather enough steam to “cum”; he was at the approximate age to do so and was capable—some boys were cummers at even earlier ages while others were in their teens before soiling their undies.  After a few minutes and the boy grew tired he was stood up and fondled—the naked man masturbated the boy, fondled his sac, then turned the boy around to face the other girl, Lucy.
	“Suck him.” she was told.
	“Oh, my God!” blurted the girl.  She felt sick and dizzy.  Toby stood petrified (with an erection.)  Pursing her lips and seeing no way out of the horrific ordeal she leaned forward and did so infacto “suck” Toby’s dick.
	Little seven year old Blake stood at her side being greatly held firmly—until the naked man ordered him to sit on Beverly’s chest.  Lucy, of course, balked and shrieked “NOOOOO!” but a stern hard look from the naked man put her back in her place.  The man’s seriously cold staring eyes frightened her deeply.  Blake nervously settled on Beverly’s chest and like Toby did same—placed his penis between her breasts and humped as she herself squeezed her mounds together.
	The little boy was, like Toby, turned around with his nuggets in the girl’s mouth.  He wasn’t sodomized but he was spanked—but not too hard.  The horrible naked man DID, though, lay his cock against the boy’s butt, spank it, poke and gouge the very virgin turd chute, then reposition the boy so whereas he was in position to “fuck” Beverly—like Toby before him.

	And on and on it went; a horror express, so noted Monica.  At one point, after Toby and Blake titty fucked and then cunt fucked Beverly, the dastard bastard had the thirteen year old Lucy undress and then—THEN put her mouth onto Beverly’s cunt.  While she cried (and noshed at the Y) the naked man got behind her and entered her.
	Monica watched all with extreme disdain.  She had great contempt for the horrible man—and as he actions continued her hatred for him increased tenfold!  She had come to the point of “do whatever you want, you fucking bastard, you’re going to get yours.” Non-sexual threat.
	The two locked eyes; Monica’s eyes boring thru the horrid man while the horrid man’s drove sharply into her soul.  For a moment her pissed offedness was dismissed and replaced by fear.  The man was dangerous on so many levels.  Monica took a step back (figuratively) and decided to cool her pissed off jets; she would reassess the situation and wait for “opportunity.”
	The dastard bastard finished raping the girl, spanked her ass a few times, then had the severely traumatized boys fuck Monica’s daughter, Elyssa.  It was quite a scene.  The little girl wriggled so requiring the naked monster to lift her legs and spank her.  Didn’t help much, though.  Monica screamed and begged for the abuse to stop.  The dastardly one rolled his eyes to her; with a quirky smile he stopped his spanking, repositioned the child’s legs and beckoned the ten year old brother of Beverly to fuck.  The frightened boy with still an amazing hard-on sufficient for the cause of fucking—fucked.
	Dick Dastard smoothed his hand over the boy’s humping ass, digging into the crack and clutching the sweaty musty nuggets all the while working his own crank.  After a few minutes he was replaced by the other boy.
Ezekiel 23:20
	Somewhere while the fucking commenced the monstrous man (with the non-monstrous cock) digressed.  When as a young boy, not much older than Toby, Dick had a peculiar girlfriend.  Her name was Ruthie, the daughter of a minister, and the fifth child in the family, the third (and last) girl.
	In a word (to describe Ruthie?)  Quirky; with a side of “odd.”  Of course, being the daughter of a minister probably sorta/kinda might have something to do with it.  The perky eleven year old had a delicious smile, brown eyes, and changed her hair style once a month.  She was delicious!  And as a perk, she liked Dick—and how!  At the beginning of the school year, 5th grade, they hit it off rightly so.  By the Christmas break they were fast friends; they had gone to a Halloween party and ran thru a corn maze; a wagon ride, sat on a hill to watch a special comet blaze across the sky (at midnight), then began their trek on The Dark Side—a side of Ruthie Dick hadn’t seen before but was amused by.
	Sneaking into a movie theatre to see not only “G” rated movies but the “R” rated ones, too.  Sneaking into an open air museum; sneaking out of their houses at midnight to meet in a park (that was closed) to run NAKED from one end to the other and back!  And—AND they left their clothes from the starting point to aid the risk.
	They began fucking soon after.
	It was just a natural progression of their relationship.  What was so shocking to Dick was her willing venture.   More was to cum.  Like smoking a joint in her daddy’s church!  Running naked from the front doors to the pulpit; peeing in the baptismal, and having out and out sex right on the stage where her daddy preached.
	Wow!
	Dick wasn’t opposed to smoking a joint with the curly haired kinky girl but he had never done so before and didn’t want to come off as a “virgin.”  Ruthie, however, seemed to be a pro.  She was a good runner, too.  Dick was just barely able to keep up with her—the first time they ran naked in the park had winded him.  They had also almost gotten caught!  Which made the event all the more exciting—which laid out the foundation for them from then on.  The riskier their venture the more exciting it became.  And as a bonus, the more hornier Ruthie became!
	Sneaking into the movie theatre?  Bla, blasé.  She wasn’t into Five-Finger-Filching, that wasn’t too exciting.  Going naked in the church—that was thrilling.  Of course, that was when no one was there.  Still, though, they were naked and it was good enough.
	One day, after they had peed in the water tank above where the choir sang, they were laying naked together on the stage when Dick wondered aloud,
	“Why are so naughty?”
	Ruthie giggled; she was amazing.  Those eyes!  She had creamy skin, a beautiful smile, a great giggle that was not outrageous like some girls could belt out, and she was willing to be extraordinarily kinky.  They had had sex; in the water tank, on the pew where her family sat, and then on the stage where Dick asked his pertinent question.  Ruthie thought about it then brought him down to the pews and selected a bible.  Thumbing thru it she came to Ezekiel.
	“Read that.” she said pointing out a scripture.
	  
Ezekiel 23:20
	 “There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses.”
	“Remember,” she said, “the Bible isn’t a children’s book, it deals with serious adult issues; suffering, death, betrayal, murder, torture, depravity and SEX.”
 	Whenever we read the obscene stories, the voluptuous debaucheries, the cruel and torturous executions, the unrelenting vindictiveness with which more than half the bible is filled, it would seem more consistent that we called it the word of a Demon than the Word of God.  It is a history of vile wickedness that has served to corrupt and brutalize mankind.
	They kissed and Ruthie jumped Dick’s bones…

	Then one day they were in Ruthie’s bedroom doing what they did best—fucking, when suddenly as Dick got his nuts off the bedroom door swung open and there was her daddy—her preacher daddy.
	Dick lost all will to live.  
	The man seemed irate—but not irrational.  After glaring at the naked Dick and his naked daughter he slammed the door.  Dick could have jumped out the window, of course, but they were on the second floor—so there’s that.  The man glared at his naked daughter, then glared at the petrified Dick.  Without a word he moved further into the room—Dick could feel the man’s heat five feet away!
	Then,
	“Don’t move!” the man barked at the naked eleven year old.  Dick nodded and couldn’t move if he wanted to.  His worst fear had come to be—but then again, hold on.  He watched as Ruthie (who was still on her bed) lay back pulling her legs back.  Dick had thoroughly fucked her—pussy, mouth, titties, asshole.  There was a bit o’ cum drenching her pussy and more oozing out of her cunt.  Ruthie’s preacher daddy seemed to firstly ogle the nakedness of his child; then after smoothing his hand over her bare skin lashed it.
	A swift hard smack jolted the girl—Dick, too.

	Another smack and then another and Dick, although frightened, was also strangely excited.  One time, in the church, and Ruthie got him to spank her.  He did but not hard and not enough.  The boy was mesmerized as the girl’s white ass flesh became the shade of a tomato.  Dick’s eyes locked right on Ruthie’s cornhole and pussy as well as the man’s hand swatting her there.
	Then it was his turn.
	“Get on the bed!” the preacher man said angrily.
	It had been a long damn time since he had had his bum spanked.  Long time.
	But fear motivated him and he crawled onto the bed firstly on all fours.
	“Lay down.” Ruthie whispered as she lay on her stomach caressing her searing ass.  Dick gulped and laid down—on his stomach.  Ruthie rolled her head but it was alright just the same, her daddy smacked the naked youth’s ass anyways.  Then again, again, and again once more.  Dick couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think.
	“Turn over.” commanded the preacher man.
	Dick turned over and felt a little uneasy being naked, vulnerable, naked.
	Then, “hold your legs back.”
	He heard the words but at first they made no sense.  In slow motion he complied.  Ruthie’s dad stole a moment or two “ogling” Dick’s boy parts.  His young ass was tenderized and burned—then it burned more when the man’s hand lashed him repeatedly until he (Dick) began to cry.
	Then Ruthie came and settled on his face wriggling her cummy cunt right on him!  She held his legs back and the irate preacher man began fondling—fondling—fondling Dick’s dick!  He did!  Masturbating him, cupping and manipulating his ball sac and—AND shoving a daring finger into his pert virgin crapper!  Oh!
	After roughly sodomizing him with his finger, something new came to be.
	Dick was confused and could only be absorbed with Ruthie’s not-too-hairy cunt on his face.  He couldn’t get his mind straight—although eating out Ruthie’s cunt was ok—he usually did so BEFORE fucking it and not after when it would be a little rank (if not laden with his cum.)  
	As his mind settled somewhat he was mildly aware of his cock and balls being fondled.  At first he thought it was Ruthie, but she was holding his legs.  So who the fuck was fucking with his fuck stuff?
	‘Holy shit!’ he thought hysterically to himself.  ‘NO!’
	But Yes!  Peeking down thru Ruthie he saw her daddy—naked, “assuming the position.”
	No fucking way!
	Way.
	Another fingering of his virgin shitter and then—THEN the preacher man was inserting his manhood into Dick’s dirt chute.  Awesome!
	Author’s note:  for you blokes who want to know; me mother in-law has had herself a stroke.  Now I’m taking care of her!  She moved in with me to take care of me and now…  Oh well, we’ll kill off some quality time I suppose; have a pint and some pretzels and watch the matches.  End.