August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 22
And the Saga Continues
Elephant Jokes  Cow Jokes  and Barks in the Dark

Tales of Summer Camp
	Is that an elephant in your pants or are you just happy to be here?
	Q: How many elephants will fit into a Mini?
	A: Four: Two in the front, two in the back.
	Q: How many giraffes will fit into a Mini?
	A: None.  It’s full of elephants.
	Q: How do you get two whales in a Mini?
	A: Along the M4 and across the Severn Bridge. 
	Q: How do you know there are two elephants in your refrigerator?
	A: You can hear giggling when the light goes out.
	Q: How do you know there are three elephants in your refrigerator?
	A: You can’t close the door.
	Q: How do you know there are four elephants in your refrigerator?
	A: There’s an empty Mini parked outside.
	Q: How can you tell that an elephant is in the bathtub with you?
	A: By the smell of peanuts on its breath.
	So the elephant says to the man, “You breathe thru that little thing?”
	(see a theme here?)

	Stunned silence.  The five girls of Cabin #6A couldn’t speak save for Amanda Snotingrass who blurted “No way!” to Wendsy’s claim that her brother (also at summer camp) could lift the pail of sand in question.	
	“Way.” Said matter-of-factly Wendsy (Wendsy), the sixth member of the cabin.  Amanda shook her head then test lifted the pail of sand (for emergencies like a FIRE!) and reiterated “No way.”
	The pail in question weighed a little over five kilograms (or twelve pounds for me American friends.)  There was no way—just no friggin way a boy could lift such a weight—with his dick—as Wendsy proclaimed.
	“Want proof?” Wendsy said smartly and unabashed.
	Amanda was shocked even more.  Then, to call Wendsy’s bluff, and with her mouth hung open, “Yeah!”
	Wendsy smiled; she was a demure thing, raven dark hair in twin braided pig tails; plain looking, coal dark eyes, and a mysterious “aura” about her that made her “spooky.”  She didn’t have much in the titty department, either—what she had was more like two aspirin on an ironing board.
	While the still stunned girls watched and waited, Wendsy made a unique whistle out the back door of the cabin.  Directly behind said cabin was the bathroom the girls utilized.  And naturally, there was a small bevy of horny hard up boys lingering about behind it.  Wendsy’s brother, Kaleb, was one of them.
	The boy, with a buzz cut hair cut, was a little “pudgy”, a goofy face, and then goofy all over.  He slipped into the cabin—which was a summer camp infraction and a big NO-NO regardless if he was invited or had a sibling within.
	“They want to see you lift this.” Wendsy said hefting the pail before him then setting it down.  Kaleb smiled and shrugged then hauled out his cock.
	A gasp befell the cabin inhabitants.
	“Oh my God!” uttered someone.
	“Holy shit!” blurted another.
	The surprise was both of the sheer audacity of Kaleb “whipping it out” but more so that Kaleb’s schlong resembled that of an elephant’s trunk!  It did!  And not only that—it acted like one, too!  The cock/trunk curled up then elongated to eight inches at least, then casually wrapped itself about the handle of the pail and LIFTED it!
	“Sonofabitch!” said one of the girls.
	All eyes were on Kaleb’s elephant cock.  No one spoke.
	Kaleb hefted the weighty pail one-two-three times, then four times then on the fifth time held it for several seconds before letting it down.  Not a gram of sand was spilled.
	“What other tricks does it do?” asked Penny Tight.  She, like Amanda, were the oldest girls in the cabin, twelve years young.  Gloria, Shirley, and Nadia were eleven, along with Wendsy “Wendy” Yellsguppy.  Camp Werthahekawee was the place, late in the evening was the time.
	“Take off your clothes and I’ll show you.”
	There was silence in the room; a bit of mustiness lingered in the still air.
	The only light was from an old fashioned lantern that was powered by electricity and not fuel.  It was turned down to a low setting to enhance the effectiveness of the cabin.
	It was Amanda who firstly pulled off her red summer authorized camp wear top.  Kaleb grinned big as he leaned against a small ass-high dresser.  Very slowly and did Amanda slid down her beige camp shorts.  Gloria Inthedark pushed down her shorts first, then slipped off her top.

	Wendsy, too, slipped off her own clothes, her brother did likewise.
	Shirley Loose and Nadia Lost undressed taking down their panties as they tugged down their shorts.  Then, when all were naked,
	“Come, kiss his elephant.” Wendsy said in a low voice.  In her hand she held an amulet, it was a drab color and looked rather plain save for some Elvin ruins written around the edge.  Smoothing her thumb into the convex she mumbled an ancient tongue spoken mainly by Druids of those times.
	Amanda was first to her knees.  Naked.  The blond girl annoyed Wendsy; she was from one of those “well-to-do” families, best school, best grades, flaunted her abilities, had her own horse, credit card, and got the best parts in school plays.
	On her knees she seemed mesmerized by Kaleb’s enormous elephant trunk cock.  Amanda didn’t have to lean in, the boy’s cock stretched out and kissed her!  All over her “perfect” face the trunk lolled; then it poked her nostril before moving up to her forehead.  Kaleb moved in to where his hairless testes were right against her nostrils.  The hapless girl was still, mouth open partly, eyes glass-like.  Kaleb’s trunk rolled all over Amanda’s head, not very strong and acting much like a typical elephant’s trunk searching for food.
	Wendsy stood by fingering herself; watching the antics of her brother as well as eyeing the other girls who were waiting their turn.  It wasn’t long, though, until Kaleb’s “trunk” was working its way into Amanda’s mouth.  The boy was all giggles; Wendsy was all serious in the face but there was a hint of personal satisfaction.  She continued to finger herself then moved to the bunk bed and settled on the bottom.  Parting her legs she leaned back saying to Nadia,
	“Come here.”
	Nadia’s heritage was from out-of-country; she was a city girl, a little taller than most girls her age, and had more titty than Wendsy—but then so did everyone.  Like Wendsy, Nadia had her hair of blond in twin braids.  She was a horse lover and despite multiple showerings still sometimes reeked of “horsey.”
	“Lick me.” 
	There was slight hesitation—slight.  Then the horsey girl leaned and began licking out Wendsy’s cunt.  Wendsy tightened up and reeled as she was tantalized.  Clinging to the bottom bunk, Wendsy bucked into Nadia’s face commanding her to “eat me!” of which Nadia did so (unknowingly)
	Meanwhile, Amanda got a mouthful of Kaleb’s jizum.  The milky spew filled her mouth and made her face contort.  Kaleb humped her face and the plan was to do same to Penny, Gloria, Shirley, and when his sister was thru with her, Nadia.  But Kaleb was reeling also and positioned the snooty girl onto her own bunk bed, opened her legs and licked HER out!  The hapless girl twitched, shuddered, and contorted her whole naked body.
	Suddenly, the door opened—
	Creepy, if weird camp counselors, brother/sister team Kary and Rebecca “Becky” Grinbear.  Kary was—short, not too pleasant in the face, overly educated, spoke in manners no one understood, catered to high income peoples and looked down on lesser folk.  His sister was a bit taller, overly excitable, cheerleader type (without being a cheerleader) and over excitable.)
	The shock of seeing the cabin inhabitants naked and doing extraordinary naked things was one thing, seeing the naked Kaleb and his “elephant” cock was over the top.  Kary firstly eyed the girls, Becky’s eyes were on Kaleb’s schlong.
	“W-what-what-what—the fu-fu-fu-fuck is going ON here!?” demanded the startled Kary.
	“That should be obvious.” torted Wendsy.  Kary already didn’t like her, he knew she was from a “good family”; they could afford to send her to the pricey private/exclusive camp so they were in his category of acceptable.  But, the girl was creepy, along with her weird brother.
	Becky couldn’t take her eyes off of the elephant dick.
	Then Kary saw the schlong; he cocked his head and was totally captivated.
	“Do you like seeing these girls—naked?” Wendsy asked as she thumbed the amulet.
	Kary nodded slowly his head that he did.  He was just a little more than “perplexed.”
	The same question was asked of Becky.
	No response.  Her attention and mind set was totally on Kaleb’s eight inch amazing elephant trunk-like cock.  She never blinked her eyes and one could possibly fit a B-52 in her mouth.
	Kaleb grinned as his cock rolled all over Amanda’s pussy.
	“Have you fucked your sister?” Wendsy wanted to know.
	There was only a bare recognition of the girl’s inquiring question.  A slight-slight-slight head nod.  Yes.
	“Have you done her up the ass?”
	That was a NO.
	“In the mouth?”
	That was a Yes.
	“Recently?”
	Another Yes.
	A brief pause in questioning while the brother and sister team stared as Kaleb’s schlong danced oddly about Amanda’s nakedness.  Then,
	“Would you like to FUCK Amanda?”
	A long pause came—and went—without Kary really indicating one way or another.  As a camp counselor he had to distance himself from the pretty young girls who provocatively wore skimpy swimsuits, wide open legged shorts…
	He was a man in his thirties, unmarried, a weird fuck, been in the wilderness too long, smoked something—bear shit?  But he was a MAN.  And a MAN had needs, yearnings, desires, wants.  Banging his sister helped curb some of those unnatural tendencies but surrounded by pretty girls didn’t help.
	At length, though, there was a head nod—YES!
	“Would YOU like to have sex with Amanda?” Wendsy asked of Becky.
	No indication Yea or Nay whatsoever.
	“Would you like to get dicked by Kaleb?”
	Hmmm, now there was an indication.  Confusing, she cocked her head, blinked her eyes, and couldn’t rally an significant answer one way or the other.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Nadia had licked and licked thoroughly Wendsy’s pussy.  The eleven year old remained on her knees, eyes glassy, mind mindless.  Wendsy thumbed her amulet harder with neck muscles straining forcing her vile thoughts to the two dweebs in her presence.
	Kary and Rebecca shed their clothes.
	Before Kaleb invaded Amanda’s pussy,
	“Suck him.” Wendsy commanded.
	Thirty-one year old unmarried Rebecca dropped to her knees and took Kaleb’s almost thirteen year old cock.  She firstly seemed to adore it—on her own.  It was the most amazing thing she had ever seen!  It was not only long but amazingly smooth and not like an elephant’s trunk at all!  But it was long, and it curled up like an elephant’s trunk, and did amazing things like an elephant’s trunk.
	Kary stood gawking at Amanda’s nakedness; and then to Penny, Gloria, Shirley, Nadia, and then Wendsy.
	“Come to me.” Wendsy said.
	Kary complied.
	“Lick me.”
	Wendsy’s noted her nipples erect as the thirty-four year old man slurp on her vagina.  Her lips trembled as her mind raced in all directions—but in all those directions was her dear daddy; grinning and standing in his crimson knee length robe, smoking his cigar, and grinning crazily with those glowing jet black eyes!
	Her pussy began to quiver.  She was cumming!  A few times her brother managed to get her to cum.  She managed to get herself off, too.  But the talent of her father!  OH!  His fingers, his tongue, his cock, his tongue.  Sometimes he used his cigar, too!
	And then Eddy.
	Eddy.
	Eddy—Eddy—Eddy.
	Like the dweeb dorky Kary and Rebecca, Wendsy’s mind was rubble.
Fade to a memory where Wendsy recalls encounters with her brother, father, and the mysterious “Eddy.”
	“Ready?”
	“Ready.”
	Wendsy smirked to herself, ‘You wont be having the shitty grin on your face for long!’ she cranked the small military style generator handle watching the dial indicator go past 50—60—70—
	“All the way?” Wendsy cooly asked.
	“All the way!” Kaleb replied—still with the shit eating grin on his face.
	In the basement of their home on Spookyasfuck Graveyard Way, Kaleb and Wendsy were “playing.”  As far as children’s games go, though, no Hop Scotch, no card playing, no tagging, no hide-n-seek.  Kaleb and his sister Wendsy were into deeper games, medieval torture-like games.  Currently, in the dim lit “dungeon” Kaleb was naked leaning against a plank upraised table.  He was secured at the wrists and ankles by shackles; alligator clips were attached to his hairless balls via wire coming from the small portable hand-crank generator on the nearby table.
	Wendsy exhibited a quirky smarmy smile with just a touch of evil bliss as she noted the generator’s dial needle waver at 100.  Like the electrical power of a stun gun, the small generator had the capacity to expel ten times that amount at full power.
	“Ready?” she asked calmly.
	“Ready!” replied Kaleb.
	Wendsy flicked the switch to release the pent up energy and watched as her brother’s eyes bulged.  Electricity flickered in curious hues of blue and white dancing all over his pudgy naked body.  And that amazing elephant cock of his?  It straightened right out to full extraordinary hardness!
	The release of energy, though, was short lived—a mere few seconds.
	The electricity, however, danced all over Kaleb for “a few seconds” more before diminishing to slight crackles, pops, and zaps.  When the boy opened his mouth there was electricity arching across his teeth—in his eyes, too!
	“Sum of a beech!” he blurted, “Tat was awedome!” electricity crackled across his buzz cut skull; from ear to ear.  Wendsy took holt of her brother’s cunt pleasing cock and stroked it.  Electricity flowed from her brother up her arm making her tingle—especially her voracious cunny.
	The electrical experience did nothing to wipe the “shit eating grin” off Kaleb’s face.  He smiled and still seemed to be experiencing electrical discharges as his sister unshackled him.
	“Your turn.” he said with sparkling electrical lightning.
	Wendsy stood, smoothed out her paisley outdated/old fashioned dress—
	“Ok.” And firstly slid down her crisp blue panties.
	Kaleb’s amazing cock stood outright nearly ten inches.  His balls, all three of them, usually hung down several inches but now were cinched up tight to his asshole.  He paused watching his sister undress.  His cock grew stiffer, harder, longer.  His balls slowly descended and the arching electricity flow ebbed.
	Wendsy’s dress was carefully folded across the back of a nearby wooden chair.  Her panties placed on the seat and she was naked.  A fine specimen of womanhood—if she were a bit older and had a tad bit more in the titty department.  And not so gothic looking.  But she was and was the spooky sister of Kaleb and he was elated.
	As Kaleb attached his sister to the upraised torture table,
	“Would you care for a probe?” he asked.
	Wendsy thought casually then nodded “Ok.”  She raised a leg but brother Kaleb still had to help re-angle the girl so as he could “insert” an anal probe into her asshole.  Another probe went into her pussy with the alligator clip that had been attached to his ball sac attaching to her clit.
	Kaleb’s hands trembled as he made the insertions and attachings.  Bits of cum seeped from both piss slits of his prong and it was pulsing, too!  Wendsy was aware.  She said nothing and had to squeeze herself to keep the probe in her ass in place.  On the sly, Kaleb smoothed his hand on his sister’s flesh.  Their eyes met and for a brief moment there was all seriousness.
	“Full power?” he asked.
	Wendsy nodded, “Full power.”
	Kaleb cranked the crank on the generator; 50—60—75—80.
	Wendsy tightened her asshole muscles as the sphincter tried to push the cylinder within—out!  Focusing her attention onto her cool steely eyed brother she knew he was holding back—the generator was probably at full power but he was waiting.
	Then, behind Kaleb at the inky dark gloom of the basement she saw a shadow.  Who could it be?  Father, Mother, Grandma-ma, Zolt-the butler?  As far as she knew there were no captives in the dungeon.  It could be—
	Kaleb flipped the switch.

Ah, the pause of reality (or a reasonable facsimile thereof)
	Fluttering—all over—Wendsy Yellsguppy shudderingly reacted as dorky dweeb Kary slid his man cock into her pussy.  It was nothing—nothing like her brother’s amazing talented elephant trunk-like cock.  Or her father’s!  But other than a probe cylinder of some kind, a finger, a brotherly cock or a fatherly one, no other cock had invaded her cunny and made her tingle so.
	Oh, well, there was that dog.  (more on that later)
	There were questions Wendsy had to ask of Kary—but they were washed away as the man’s man thing probed her.  And yes, satisfied her, too!  There was no denying and Wendsy didn’t even want to.  There was no comparison to her brother, father, “other”; Kary Grinbear was in a category all his own.
	And after several incredible minutes and a final thrusting the deed was done.
	Kary withdrew and spilled more spew onto his young love.
	Meanwhile, Becky Grinbear, after thoroughly sucking Kaleb’s cock, assumed the position.  That being “hands and knees” position.  Then, after Kaleb admired her lily white ass, 36C titties, firm fanny, thunder thighs, he noted her virgin very virgin asshole.  Smiling, Kaleb smacked the woman’s womanly ass, gouged the crack, poked the hole, then let his talented dong make its own choice for penetration.
	His cock, Jabar, wavered around the woman’s ass, poked and prodded the clenching asshole, then moved to gouge the womanly pussy and slither in.  Becky let out a gasp; her back arched, she tensed like a dog taking a dump.  More noises the woman made as inch by inch by inch by inch—entered her.
	With not so gentle glides Kaleb moved IN and OUT of the very perplexed Rebecca.  She grunted in returned with her eyes bulging with each re-entry.  After a moment of watching, Wendsy had the woman (with Kaleb still connected) turn about and come put her mouth onto her pussy—her cum laden freshly fucked pussy.
	Her mind was still a bit of a blur but was coming back to her.  With a quirky smile she directed Gloria to suckle Kary’s cock and Shirley to suckle his nut sac.  Kaleb had virtually ALL of his amazing schlong buried into Becky’s cornhole.  He was grinning literally ear to ear—an evil clown like grin (complete with evil alien teethly fangs!)
	Becky wasn’t an avid cunt licker, in facts—she wasn’t at all.  She was actually a bit of a prude.  Save for sexual encounters with her brother and Becky was a “virgin.”  No sexual experience except that of Kary.  Sad.  She wasn’t THAT bad looking; it was just when she began to speak the potential lover realized that shoving a pencil thru his ears and then one into his piss hole would be better than fucking that woman!
	(a woman at a pub once told me she’d rather hump a dustbin lorry than me!)
	Humph!
	Wendsy couldn’t fathom the experience she was experiencing.  Sex at home was fantastic but what was happening in Cabin 6A—wow!  The tingling sensation was electrifying!  More so than getting internally zapped by the portable generator!  Her mind wandered—then left completely!
	Here’s where it went:

“I have seen the ungodly maggots festering on human souls in deep dark places!”
	Mumblings, grumblings, shouts of glee, roars of despair—these things Wendsy heard as she paused at the bottom of the stairs of her home.  In the nearby kitchen her father ranted.  He was a lawyer brazing up for the coming tar & feather trail who killed her husband with a butcher knife—plunging the blade into his abdomen 37 times.  She claimed it was an “accident.”  I admire her restraint.
	Anyways, Wendsy entered; the hour was dark, and grim.  Lucius whirled with a cigar in his mouth, eyes blazing, smoking robe—smoking, and theatrics all around.
	“Good morning, Father.” Wendsy said calmly.
	“Ah-HA!” beamed the over-acting man.  “I see a cohort coveting!”
	Wendsy seldom understood her father’s antics, odd behavior, and mannerisms.  Her stoic face and calm demeanor did little to soothe the unabashed lawyer.  He made odd sounds and some sort of Russian dance while Wendsy slipped along the counters to the refrigerator.
	Some typical banter between the two ensued while Wendsy enjoyed a glass of milk and some left overs from dinner.  Her father, Lucius, calmed down some to talk and finally sit down.
	“You know, kitten,” spoke Lucius softly, “you and your brother should be a little careful when you play,” he said not too sternly but with a twinkle (and a smile) on his handsome face, “electrical discharges can sometimes rearrange your insides and create an awful mess!” he chuckled and produced (from thin air) a bottle and a shot glass.  Then tossed the shot glass and drank from the bottle.
	Wendsy thought; reflecting on the “insertion” of the probe that had gone into her asshole.  The “discharge” had tingled her there and did so for hours afterward.  And it DID make her bathroom experience kind of icky.
	Lucius filled a glass of milk and poured the contents of the whiskey into it.
	Wendsy had a thought.
	“Do you watch us?” she asked casually.
	“Oh, now and then.” said Lucius with a devil-may-care attitude.
	“We entertain you.” Wendsy said assumingly.
	Lucius made a pleasing “Yeah” face then sat back in the charge, legs open.
	Wendsy noshed on the goose liver pate and considered another thought.
	“You can always join us.”
	That nifty bit o’ news seemed to startle Lucius.  He smiled, though, and was quite taken by his daughter’s invite.  “Thank you, munchkin,” he said beamingly, “I just might do that!”
	Wendsy was pleased—which was a seldom pleasure—and came to her father to hug him.  They embraced and there was a brief kiss-peck.  Then Wendsy slid down onto her father’s lap admiring him.
	Lucius felt wise enough not to spoil the moment by saying anything stupid—so he said nothing at all.  Wendsy wiggled a bit to adjust herself on the fatherly lap and felt something “hard” beneath her.
	‘WHAT HO!’ she said to herself—a remark her father often said.  Often.
	Lucius grinned—a big-big grin and masterfully worked his manly organ to Wendsy’s willing sex hole.  Wendsy shuddered as the powerful man thing entered her.  And it seemed to “grow” within her, too!
	“Oooooh!” she murmured.  Quite usually and were Wendsy’s emotions quelled.  Vey-very-very seldom did the girl express in any way how she felt about any given situation—birthday, Christmas, mayhem, torture…
	Lucius sighed as his throbbing dong slid nicely into his daughter’s crevice.  Though the girl had nothing to speak of in the way of breasts her nipples did perk up a bit.  Wendsy maneuvered herself so as she was properly straddling her daddy’s lap.  His cock embedded pleasingly in her poon; her daddy’s hands clamped nicely to her smallish demure butt.
	The pumping began but Lucius didn’t have to do much in the way of pumping himself up and down—his cock acted much like a piston and did all the masterful work.  The fucking had begun.  Wendsy lay her head against her daddy’s chest; the stench of his cigar was not unpleasant to her—he had been smoking one all her young life.
	As the incestuous coupling commenced, Wendsy was aware of a presence.
	Correction, TWO presences.
	One was from at the transition from the living room into the kitchen; by wafting aroma of dead skunk perfume it was Wendsy’s mother.  The other presence she wasn’t sure of.  Grandma-ma had a distinctive “ordor” or aroma about her—like a damp musty mop in a deep dank basement.  Kaleb had a stink all his own—mostly fart odor but also something akin to warm dog shit wiped up by a musty rag that had been dunked in a bucket of bleach and then left out to dry on a mound of cow dung.
	There, too, was the butler—the seven foot tall plus Zolt.  He was always lurking about and knew the ins and outs of the creepy mansion better than anyone.  He was the best to play Hide-n-Seek!
	Wendsy dismissed “whoever” was spying on them.  She wrapped her arms about her daddy and moved her hips up and down ever so gently feeling his mighty cock pleasing her with an increasing tempo that was—orgasmic!  Wendsy was unable to stifle a moan.  Her pussy clenched tightly about the prong invading her and wave after wave of orgasmic shudders erupted throughout her body.
	Her father, Lucius, experienced much the same.
	“I think we should go to bed.” Lucius said.
	Wendsy looked into her father’s glazed eyes.
	Her words and thoughts were lost in the continuing waves of orgasm thrilling her young body.  She clung to her daddy shuddering and unable to quell the waves swarming thru her.
	“Will Mother be there?” she finally asked.
	Lucius smiled, “We can only hope!” and with a theatrical whirl he raised up from the chair carrying his offspring with him and made for the upstairs bedroom.
	From a dark recess in the kitchen a form moved just into the ambient light that was present there.
	“Hmmm,” murmured an old craggy witchy voice, “that Lucius is one lucky fuck!” she cackled, then mused, “Humph!  WENDSY! is going to be one lucky fuck!” she cackled some more than glided backwards back into the darkness.

The last thing on my list is to hurt you—but it’s still on the list
	The definitive question was—“now what?”
	Penny Tight lay curled on the floor of the cabin; cum leaking from her mouth, pussy, and asshole.  She twitched a little and moaned some.  She would never be the same.  Gloria Inthedark had smoke smoldering from her asshole courtesy of being pounded there from camp counselor Kary and camp attendee Kaleb.  Shirley Loose was “loose” between her legs now—now and forever.  Nadia Lost was “lost” in a sea of confusing emotions—all stemming from an uproarious cunt fucking, titty fucking, a facial, and then having her ass beaten by an elephant-like trunk cock.
	“Now what?” Kaleb asked.
	Wendsy, who had been nicely fucked by Kary, then had her cunny tantalized by his sister, Becky, mused.  Her initial thoughts were to diminish Amanda and her snooty ways—bring her down a notch or two.  Wendsy held no ill will against the other cabin girls.  Kary had sunk his manhood into Amanda, Penny, up the ass of Gloria, and spanked Shirley and Nadia until giving out.
	“I think they need an electrifying experience.”
	“The generator’s at home.” Kaleb pointed out.
	“Got battery cables?”

	With a herd a naked young girls all around him it was easy for Kary Grinbear to maintain a suitable erection.  Amanda sucked him while he watched his sister being cock spanked by Kaleb.  This distracted him enough for Wendsy to attach battery cables to his balls.  The other end, of course, was attached to the camp bus outside the cabin.
	Then, when Kary’s cock was at its hardest, his sister came and mounted him sliding all the way down.  Fucking soon followed and a second set of battery cables were attached—one clip to her pussy and asshole!
	As soon as the connection was made the two connected pair began to freak the fuck out.  Kaleb clipped the strong alligator clamps to the posts of the bus battery and instantly did Kary and Rebecca go into odd contortions.  Kaleb then fired the bus up to give it even more power.
	Wendsy stood with a very evil smirk on her usually dour face.
	Smoke and a strange smell vented from the two siblings.  Their bodies melded as one—literally melting.  Before too much damage was done, though, the clamps were released.  Their minds, however, were fried.
	“What now?” snortled Kaleb.
	Wendsy thought carefully; the air was stunk up by burning flesh.  There were other campers but none too close.  The night was dark and Wendsy still had mayhem on her mind.
	“Did you like archery?” a typical event for summer camps.
	“No.” Kaleb said sadly, targets were not moving, not alive.
	“Swimming?”
	“No.” the water was cold and not murky or with anything having gnashing teeth in the water with him.
	“Hiking, horseback riding, building fucking birdhouses?”
	Kaleb shook his head; he didn’t care for any of that stuff and nor did Wendsy.
	“Then I call this adventure a bust.”
	“So what should we do?”
	“Go home.” Wendsy smiled.
	They didn’t go alone; loaded into the bus was Kary and Rebecca Grinbear, mindless camp counselors.  Also, Amanda, Penny, Gloria, Shirley, and Nadia.  Kamp Werthahekawee became a memory—and a horrendous scandal the FBI and other law enforcing agents were stymied by.  Lucius and Adella, parents of Kaleb and Wendsy, were elated to orgasmic status when the camp bus pulled up at the remote spooky mansion home.  Even more so when there were “passengers”.
	“Oh,” said Adella, wearing a tight-snug thin black ankle length dress, “look, Lucius, our children are growing up!” she was an ever so proud parent!
	Lucius beamed and hugged his wife.  He couldn’t be more proud himself.
	Zolt, the Horrendous, carried the passengers into the basement.
	“It’s good to be home again.” Wendsy said almost smiling.
	“Next year,” mused thoughtfully her mother, “perhaps we can send you to our ancestral homeland.”
	“Really, Mother?” brightened up the young girl nearly swooning.
	“Yes, perhaps we’ll all go for a family vacation.”
	Wendsy was almost giddy.  Almost.  She bounded off into the mansion while Lucius and Zolt conversed—discussing the “disappearance” of the bus.
*

I’ve been on so many blind dates, I should get a free dog!
Take everything in moderation.  Including moderation.
There are two rules for success:  1)  Don’t tell all you know.
Some days it's not worth chewing through the straps.
There is no "I" in "Team", but there are four in "Platitude-Quoting Idiot".
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance.
Photons have mass?  I didn't even know they were Catholic.
I had amnesia once - maybe twice.
I had amnesia once - maybe twice.

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Family unbliss
	When last we left them…
	The moon was bright, the constellations—constellating, the conscious mind cautiously conscious, the air mixed journey of mint, catnip, stinkweed, cow shit.  The air was also heavy and muggy and tooling down the road in a red 1959 Cadillac convertible were siblings Morgan, Zachary, and Erica.  They were naked.  They had been on their way to a church for a singing rehearsal.  They didn’t make it; one, their car flunked out on them and two; they were encountered by a one Moose Turdpie; amateur astronomer and all around not-so-good-guy.
	After an encounter with some backwoods country county deputies Morgan made a dash.  Her siblings were somewhat still under the effects of Moose’ nifty mind altering device but as for Morgan?  Not so much.  The chase was on.  Into the darkness, naked, and not familiar with the area, Morgan Wayhigh ran headlong into a prowling pissed off cougar/mountain lion.
	“Stay perfectly—still.” soothed Moose coming up to her side.  “No sudden movements.”
	“No problem.” replied Morgan.  She was petrified but at the ready to have a “movement” of another kind.
	Speaking of movement, the medium sized cat suddenly pounced.
	Moose blocked the leaping kitty’s chosen prey—Morgan knocking her to the ground.  She rolled out of the way and Moose and the snarling cat tussled.  Moose had come up with a hunk of wood he was able to lodge into the cougar’s mouth but those claws!
	Suddenly, in about the nick of time and Morgan came up with a long piece of hard wood and she bashed it against the head of the animal dislodging him.  He ran off and Moose lay in a sea of pain and grave discomfort.
	Morgan collapsed beside him—the experience left her a little delirious.
	Which was good.
	“Are-are you ok?” she asked out of concern.
	Moose wasn’t sure; his knee was on fire—the wild kitty’s claws had torn down to the bone.  He could still smell the cat’s breath.  But, for all intensive purposes—yeah, he was alright.  Gulping for air he managed to sit up and grip himself; wrapping a cloth torn from his shirt he stopped the massive flow of blood from his leg.  Morgan helped.
	“Thanks,” he said, then—“oh, and this.” and zapped her mind with the EMAD. 

	The trek back to the car was painful.  Moose could hardly walk and he had to meander his way back to the car with the help of Morgan whose mind he had to release a little bit and condition so as she would be more of a help than hindrance.  Both time consuming and reeling with pain and dire discomfort the ordeal was not pleasant.
	Once arriving back at his car he was genuinely surprised to see Zach and Erica still standing where he had left them.
	“You drive.” Moose said to Morgan.  Zach and Eric piled into the backseat and off they went—to a doctor friend of his.

The doctor is in—probably.  
Sign on the door:  Doorbell broken—yell ding! dong! Really loud!
If I’m not back in five minutes—wait a little longer.
In case of zombies chasing you?  Shoot your fat friend in the knee.

	Doctor Zoom was an old friend who was alarmed at Moose’s injury.  Zoom was one who didn’t ask a lot of question—that kind o’ shit got you killed!  He was an average man who at one time sported a ‘fro.  He was a man who used other forms of trickery to get his way with those he treated other than “electronic” means.  Like his friend, Moose, he liked the young stuff preferably.
	Zoom no longer had an afro, but he had a gold tooth, a diamond earring, and a wicked desire for young girls.  Often times when the timing was right and a girl of young age was in his chair; a parental unit no where to be found as she was left in the crafty-cleaver-safe hands of the good country doctor; no nurse on duty, a little bit of a certain chemical that not only altered the mind of the patient but put her to sleep was used.
	Then the funny business began; a little fondling here, a lot of fingering there.  If by change the patient was in a dress, which was not often but there were some patient girls who came in dresses and skirts, the funny business was kicked up.
	Lifting their young legs the naughty doctor enjoyed the show between.
	Often times he photographed the young girl; removing her panties and taking more photographs, then determining (by expert examining) if the girl was a virgin or not.  The photographs then went (for sale) to lonely remote miners in fat away places.  The photos were doing well to support his retirement years.
	Usually the girls he “examined” were virgins.  Usually.  Occasionally there was one who was “not so much.”  Of those girls the country doctor laid them out on a flat examination table, removed ALL their clothing, took intensive photographs, then had a little fun with his extraordinary “examining.”
	Usually those non-virgin girls were still not non-virgin enough for Dr. Zoom to fully enjoy so he satisfied himself with humping their young crevices, poking and prodding here and there, spanking, and oral pleasures.  After treating Moose the time came to settle up and Moose had something in the way of barter like in the old days.  In the “old days” the country doctor often accepted eggs, chickens, pigs, apples, and other non-monetary means as payment for services rendered.
	Moose brought in the naked sibling trio as his payment.
	Zoom was speechless.
	In the back room he was deep into the poon of Morgan while friend Moose enjoyed “prescribed” Happy Smoke, a shot of strong country whiskey, and Erica sitting on his cock.  Zoom examined Morgan all over; filled her cunny to the max, then performed extra duties—all with his special examining tool (the one hard between his legs.)

Deconstruction
	Back in the city and back to Shane Dickworth.
	A week and Moose’s injury was still painful.  It hadn’t overly healed just right—in fact, it had become infected.  Cat’s claws will do that.  More stronger medicine was needed, more Happy Smoke, and a hell of a lot of rest.  The Wayhigh siblings (in case you’re wondering) had returned to society—this after describing a harrowing experience of wandering into the meadow by their disabled car and encountering a big cat.  Other details were a little fuzzy.  Like with other who had come across Moose’s path there were naughty notions of a new lifestyle for the trio to enjoy.  They, too, would make visits to the country doctor, Zoom, too.  Willingly they would submit to a full personal examination.
	Naughty notions; implanted notions of a new lifestyle—he wasn’t sure if those implants would hold so he would have to check back at a later time.  However, those same implants of the naughty kind had been inserted into the young impressionable minds of Shane’s family; also the wife.

	As much as Shane liked sinking his man bone into Moose’s girl offerings, Lindsy, Brianna, and Christine, he also very muchly wanted same with his own girls, Rachael, Morgan, Leela, and Monica.  He also wanted to see his wife getting boinked, spanked, and boinked some more.  What a guy!
	Moose knew that Shane was a deplorable Christian when AT CHURCH he mostly willingly enjoyed fooling around with Moose’s five year old little girl, Lindsy.  In Shane’s private office the debauchery of Lindsy took place; Shane needed only a little goading from Moose’s amazing machine to free him and unleash the pent up evil within.  Then he enjoyed thoroughly gazing upon the naked little girl; lusting heavily.
	Then he was laying his cock against her angelic face, humping and reeling from the devilish deed.  To her pussy his cock did go; humping it, gouging, and squirting until the lust in him erupted into a fury guiding him into a blurring world of amazing feelings akin to taking a good drug.
	It mattered not that the little tyke was merely five years old.
	It mattered not that he had the same desires for his own child of the same age, Monica.  Then there was seven year old Leela, his own Morgan who was ten, and his thirteen year old daughter, Rachael, of whom was slightly naughty with him already.
	He saw himself fucking each girl.  And with Moose’s help—it was a done deal.  What are friends for!  Moose had very little to do in the way of deconstructing Shane and his “family” values.  The man was willing—way willing—all on his own.  He just needed a little goading—from a nifty handy gadget called an EMAD!
	Going “all the way” with Rachael was a dream cum true.  She had played with his cock, jerked him off, and lay naked with him allowing her dear daddy to finger her pussy.  But no oral, anal, and certainly not vaginal.  With Moose and his amazing nifty electronic gizmo the girl not only jacked off and sucked her dear daddy’s dick but spread her legs and let him “get some.”
	It was love—the sticky kind.  And Moose, too, was smitten by the girl’s beauty.  She was magazine model material.  That her, those lips, those eyes!  She had a very nice smile and a was a light and airy kind of girl.  Very smart, very pretty, outgoing, cheerleader body, and was fuckable.  The fact that she was willing to be a little naughty with her daddy, well, that was an added plus.
	 On Moose’s first visit to the house of Shame—er, Shane, he came with new girls (also not his own as Lindsy, Brianna, and Christine, had not been.  The new girls, and one boy, was so as it wouldn’t look too suspicious and appease nosey neighbors.

	After introductions it was time to change into swimwear—which was the ruse of assembling at the house.  Shane and Rachael had already been swimming that day—skinny dipping!  With Moose there was new girls, Lucy, Pia, Jessica, Hope, and one boy, Shawn.  Lucy was fifteen, slender enough to be a cheerleader and had for a school year in junior high been one such.  She was of Mexican heritage, also spoke the language as well as French.  Lots of thick rich dark brown hair, a tall girl, big boobies.  Small teeth, small eyes, pretty, kind, sweet, and oh so fuckable.
	Pia was of Chinese ancestry, she was ten and months away from being eleven.  Flat chested, hairless, curious about all things in nature, not so much about boys.  Jessica was another ten year old but she was three months from being eleven.  Hope Servantez was a pretty black girl of eleven.  Flat chested but a very pretty girl in her own right.  The boy, Shawn, was nine.
	In the enclosed porch the undressing took place.  Shane and Rachael had re-dressed themselves, had a bit o’ lunch before Moose and gang arrived.  Now the re-undressed and Shane was hard-hard-hard.  Mostly from watching the others undress.  Fifteen year old Lucy—wowzers!  Nice sized watermelon titties!  A nice form—‘specially when naked.  Her poon pie was neatly trimmed and she was a virgin!  A virgin!  She was fifteen and a virgin!
	‘suck his dick.’ Moose electronically minded to the teenage virgin.
	The EMAD performed excellently—as did the girl.  Although a virgin, Lucy was not all that pure.  Like Rachael, she gave handjobs to a horny boyfriend.  The boy also fingered her pussy in turn.  She also gave him head and she was on the verge of letting him fuck her—provided the horndog wrapped his rascal!
	But Lucy hadn’t given the horny boyfriend too many blowjobs, she was just starting and found the deed a little disgusting.  But she engulfed the cock and sucked it while Moose settled down behind her.  Shane made odd noises, rocked on his feet, rolled his eyes, and seemingly entered into a catatonic state of being.  Just from a blowjob!
	The other girls were fine-fine-fine.  All naked—waiting.
	Shane blew a load into Lucy’s mouth—it wasn’t her first time receiving a load of ball juice.  It still wasn’t pleasant and regardless of the mind lock she made a face and retched.  The teen then was laid out on the comfy daybed, ass on the edge of the cushion and legs up on Shane’s shoulders.  The man then pause momentarily to admire the girl’s cunt.  Then he began fingering it and licking it while Moose brought Shane’s daughter, ten year old Morgan to him.  His cock was already primed from rubbing all over Lucy’s ass, poking her hole and gouging her poon.  With Morgan he warped her mind into handling his cock—then sucking it.  As Shane got “busy” fucking Lucy, Moose laid Morgan across his lap and spanked her.
	Not hard, but enough to jiggle the goods and turn the lily white ass flesh a slight shade of red.  The little girl shed some tears—and peed.  Moose fingered her bung hole then got busy fingering her pussy.  The lily white boy with serious blond hair and amazing blue eyes was brought in to “break-in” those who had not otherwise been broken in.
	Moose was hard pressed to keep that going and was highly turned on with watching Shane.  Then, there were the other girls, Pia, Jessica, Leela, and five year old Monica.  Moose wanted to fuck that little girl; he wanted to see his spunk oozing out of her mouth, pussy, and asshole—regardless of the fact that she was a mere five years young.  Regardless!
	Of course, he had the same thoughts regarding the other girls, too!
	And Shane’s wife, too!
	Shane ploughed Lucy’s cunny to the max unleashing a massive wad of spunk that rivered out of her thoroughly coating Shane’s cock and balls.  The cock remained steadfastly within the girl’s sex; pulsing continually as he struggled to regain himself.  It was a masterful orgasm and when he finally pulled out and slumped to the cool tiled deck—Moose had the naked Rachael go to him, suck his dick, then slid her cunt down onto him.
	Watching a fuck was a massive turn on for Moose.  His eyes focused in on Shane’s cock sliding up into his daughter’s quim and it was marvelous!  It was so illicit that also made the occurrence delicious!  The man’s hand clamped tightly to the girl’s wondrous butt and they melded into a marvelous coupling.
	Another cum blast and Moose released his own soiling Morgan who sat straddling his lap.  Her daddy heaved on the tiled floor exhausted already—but there were several girls to go thru yet!  Moose admired Rachael’s ass; her hole and cum swamped cunt.  Nice!  
	Moose glided his own cum squirter up and down Morgan’s slit.  He hugged her and desired to fuck her brains out right then and there.  But he didn’t.  He had the girl handle his wang, kiss it, then once on her knees slurp it like she would an ice cream.
	That helped.
	Shane had recovered enough to have wants and unsettled desires for his young daughter, Leela.  She was seven and for the longest time he had wanted to sink his bone into her.  A couple of times he had gotten to spank her; one time with her pants on, one time with her dress on and after a couple of mediocre swats raised the dress and walloped her panty clad ass.  Deeply, though, he wanted her naked across his lap and to turn her ass tomato red.
	Then fuck it.
	Pretty much the same with his youngest child, Monica, the five year old.
	No decorum.  No morals.  No morality.  But plenty of moral turpitude!
	But it was Pia that Shane stuck his dick into.  The normal body sized girl had a very virgin cunny and after licking it, fingering it, the man monstrously stuffed his cock into her.  The girl’s emotions went a little rampant but the electronic device controlling her kept her in check.
	It was quite a difference in the man’s personality—usually he was calm, good natured, quiet, reserved.  Usually.  Not when schlepping his salami into the ten year old Chinese girl.  He was casual about it at first, gentle and easy going.  Then, once the head was in and a bit o’ shaft—fuck it, he drove into the girl and proceeded with the art that was raping.
	Enthused, Moose took Jessica, bent her over putting her in an all-fours position, spanked her lightly, fingered her asshole graciously, then deflowered her hastily.  Meanwhile, Hope and Monica sucked suckled on Shawn’s nine year old prong and hairless nuggets.  Afterwards the boy was put to the task of deflowering virgin poons his ownself.  Jessica and Hope to begin with.
	And watching the young lad hump and deflower those girls was yet again another thrill, cheap as it was, for Moose.  Shane went on to Morgan, then immediately after Shawn was done humping Jessica, Shane humped her himself.

	After a bit of rest, some snacks, a dip in the pool, more of the same from earlier continued.  Moose enjoyed fucking Lucy and got young Shane to fuck her in the ass for a double penetration.  Shane monstrously fucked Pia.  He held nothing back and though Shawn had boned her she was still not ready for “man” dick.
	Nor was Jessica who followed.
	Shane was pretty much “out of cum” by then but his cock remained hard and he used it to spank his daughter, Monica.  The time was near.  Moose waited; he had Hope on his lap—his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy.  Shane had ran his hands and cock all over her deliciously young body; in her mouth he had fucked and very nearly cum off therein.  An odd occupation of concentrating on the young girl’s ass seemed to captivate the God-boy.  After much spanking using his cock and then his hand he began fingering out her asshole.
	Shawn had fucked the girl there, as well as her pussy.  He stood by with his little nine year old dinky hard but well worn out.  Moose waited and Shane seemed to be in deep contemplation.  Raping his teenage daughter—that was one thing.  Doing Morgan and Leela, that was also “one thing.”  But out and out raping his five year old?  Leela was seven and that was bad enough.  Morgan was ten.  Rachael was thirteen.  But it seemed that doing little Monica was a step beyond recovery.
	Shane had already defouled himself with the shenanigans with Moose’s five year old Lindsy.  But Monica wasn’t Lindsy, Monica was his daughter.
	Before long and the final member of the family came home.  She was met at in the living room by her pussy whipped hubby who was clad in his swim trunks.  A gleam was in his eyes; cum on his balls.  Then, as Lisa tried to ascertain what her hubby was up to, her daughter Leela and another little girl she didn’t know appeared at the sliding glass patio door—naked.
	Lisa cocked her head and before she could utter “WTF?”
	‘take off your clothes.’
	*insert smiling face here.

*

Ewewewe!  Doggie breath!
	From the rafters choked with cobwebs, Skär the Rat sneered down onto the scene in the basement/dungeon.  Two girls in green scout uniforms were shackled to a cobblestoned wall; they were seated on a small protruding stone, their legs pinned back with their ankles shackled holding the legs in place.  The girls’ hands were shackled on short chains, enough to move a little but not enough to do anything—like caress their ass when struck with a paddle by Kaleb.
	Sitting at a table with a flickering candle sat the boy’s sister, Wendsy.
	Kaleb perused the freshly “acquired” girl scouts, mused over them, patted their panty clad butts, then stepped back disappearing into the gloom.  The only light was from a torch on the wall and the candle on Wendsy’s desk.  The girl scouts had their mouths covered with a piece of leather and both had pissed themselves.
	Kaleb returned holding a small wooden paddle not unlike a ping pong paddle.  One side was smooth wood with the other in ping pong paddle dimpled covering.  Michelle Weebatter received the first swat.  It was hard and jolted the twelve year old near out of her skin.  The second swat and she was screaming.  The hapless girl rattled in her shackles and the girl beside her, Doris Bartale, squeezed out more pee.
	Kaleb smacked Doris and she belted out a good scream despite the leather gag in her mouth.  Kaleb chortled then let his black hiking shorts he preferred over other styles of dress drop to the floor.  He was without undies so he was naked before the horrified/tortured girls.  His elephant cock sniffed around Michelle’s urine soaked pussy prying its way at the crotch.
	Then,
	“Watcha doin’?” asked Grandma-ma.
	Wendsy smiled as the craggy old woman of many-many years stepped out of the gloom.
	“Making girl scout cookies.” stated Wendsy flatly.
	“And we’re using REAL girl scouts!” chortled oddly Kaleb.
	“Hmmm, can I help?” the old witch asked.
	Kaleb worked his elephant trunk-like cock inside the soaked panties of Michelle; the girl’s brown eyes bulged as her virgin cunny was not only touched but breeched.  Kaleb’s schlong “sniffed” the pissy pussy then began making its way inside.  Grandma-ma stood by Wendsy watching with some sadistic glee.
	Slowly and did Kaleb’s cock penetrate the pretty preteen.  The girl rattled her restraints screaming and thrashing about—only igniting Kaleb all the more.  The boy began to thrust; his cock was at full staff and very muchly filled the young girl’s cunny interior to the max.  A horrible stench suddenly wafted along the sullen air; more chains rattled off in the darkness and a whisper was carried along that sullen lifeless air “please let me out of here!”
	Michelle quit screaming and ranting so, moving or doing anything but gasping for air and being in deep shook (if not dismay.)  Kaleb was most the way into her—there wasn’t room for a complete insertion.  He pumped, rocked, pulled out and humped her pissy panty crotch, then slithered back into the girl’s cunny to complete the deed.
	Doris clenched as the paddle smacked her.  “Ah, GOD!” she managed to say.  Kaleb humped her crotch then slowly removed her panties up her legs.  The girl stared into oblivion, Michelle continued to freak the fuck out.
	As Kaleb engaged sexually with Doris, Grandma-ma came to the terrified Michelle, smiling, cackling, and musing.  Then she produced a snake.  The slithering creature wrapped about the old woman’s arm then met her face-to-face.  Grandma-ma kissed the snake (and it didn’t die!)  Michelle went ballistic—especially when the snake “snaked” to her pussy.  Like with Kaleb’s cock the snake made its way inside her soiled panties.
	Kaleb was grunting while the girl he humped remained silent.
	Then appeared a creature of astounding height that silenced Michelle’s antics.  Seven foot tall, flat top head, stone facial features, cold-steely eyes, monstrous hands.  He grumbled something unintelligible and was dragging the lifeless body of one of the kidnapped campers.  Michelle’s eyes bulged as she saw the seven foot plus tall man (Zolt the butler) with an enormous cock hanging down—to his knees!
	Kaleb continued on his business of fucking Doris; he pulled out and shot an enormous gob of cum up the girl’s body and splashing onto her face.  The snake snaking into Michelle’s pussy did little to distract her—since seeing the giant with the huge swinging dick.
	The giant with the huge swinging dick disappeared into the darkness dragging the body of the camper (Penny).  Kaleb began spanking Doris’ ass (with his cock) and then with the paddle.  Neither worked to bring her around.
	Then, appearing “out of nowhere” was the kids’ mother, Adela.
	“Kaleb, your little friend, Eddie, is here.”
	Kaleb nodded and handed the paddle to his witchy Grandmother, pulled up his shorts and trotted off.  Eddie had come to spend the night.  Wendsy doused the flickering candle light and Grandma-ma chortled chasing out the fire light on the wall.  The dungeon went dark but the fun had only begun!

Woof! Wolf! Woof!
	“Werewolf!”
	“Where wolf?”
	“Yes, there—wolf.” over there by the tree.
	In the family cemetery, Kaleb and his friend played Hide-n-Seek.  Eddie “leaped” over seats, statues, and headstones.  Kaleb went around them.  A pause now and then to admire some of the more grotesque statuary, some of the headstones.
	“Are all these family?” Eddie asked.
	“Most of them.” Kaleb said with a shrug.
	“Dead?”
	“Most of them.”
	The boys scurried about the gloomy land making tracks back to the house via the black stinky swamp minding the pool of black stinky quicksand.  Eddie leaped over it—and very nearly made it, too.  He sunk in to his knees but managed to scramble out.  Kaleb went around.
	Before reaching the house the dark gloomy clouds that had been obliterating the sky parted revealing a crisp bright clear full moon.  

	Wendsy Yellsguppy looked out the window waiting for her brother and his stay over guest.  The length of rope in her hand was making her hand cramp.  She smiled devilishly to herself as she saw her prey; the cramping she dismissed casting her eyes to the green chalk mark on the slab to the back door of the house.
	The boys were darting in and about the statues; leaping over the cement seats, and when unfortunate Eddie fell into the quicksand she nearly wet herself with giddiness.  The boys made their way along to the house.
	Almost time—almost.
	Glancing down and Kaleb noted the small  chalk mark of a skull on the walkway ahead of him.  Hmmm  He paused, scratched his balls, then looked up just as the bright moonlight briefly illuminated a lone figure in an upstairs window.
	Curious.  Eddie bounded past him ripping a butt blast as he did so.  Kaleb giggled, then gagged—smell like dog shit!

	Kaleb stepped over the mark and thought well of himself for outsmarting his sister.
	Wendsy released her cord.
	Swish!
	A huge medieval blade swung just behind Kaleb’s backside just brushing the seat of his pants.  Glancing up to the window and the lone figure was gone.  The night air gave Kaleb a clue that all was not well with his backside.  The blade, now swinging slowly back and forth had cut the seat of his pants exposing his flesh!
	Oh!
	Wendsy had purposely chalked the mark some inches behind where the blade would swing—knowing her brother would be wise to her tricks.  He went on into the house with Eddie.
	On his way to his room, to put on pants that were whole and not holey, he passed outside Wendsy's room.
  	“Can we do that to Father?”
	Wendsy opened the door, smiling mischievously as she usually always did.  	
	“He’s due home anytime.” remarked Kalen.  Their father often came in the back way into the house—just a quirk of the man.  Dashing to the window they peered out noting the headlights of the Pierce-Arrow car coming up the long drive.  Kaleb reached up pulling the cord that raised the ax.  Wendsy caught the wire that caught the cable attached to the axe.  Pulling it back towards the house she reset the trap—er, catch.
	Once it was set, Kaleb tied off the cable.
	Walking behind her brother and Wendsy noticed the missing piece of his pants.  After a private giggle an evil thought crossed her mind; she stopped, looked at Eddie standing close by, debated half a second, then brazenly formed a fist with her thumb exposed.  She then jammed said thumb in between the cheeks!
	“HEY!” exclaimed Kaleb.  The boy jumped near out of his skin.
	“That’s called a goose.” Wendsy said to Eddie.
 	Kaleb grinned, “Can I do it?”
	“I don’t care,” sneered his sister, “It’s your ass!”
	Eddie chuckled; and before Kaleb could retaliate and defend his manhood before his friend, the family car door could be heard slamming shut.
	“FATHER!” exclaimed the children.
	At that moment, there was a mighty SWOOSH! accompanied by a shout of a triumphant exclamation of “WHAT HO!”  Lucius suddenly appeared at the kitchen back door, smiling and holding the remains of his cigar—which had been neatly cleaved by the swinging axe.

	“I must congratulate the children,” he said, gleefully, “Or thrash them!  Very cleaver!”
	He chortled but scowled at his cigar, “A tad slow.”  Wrinkling his nose he handed off the fattie to the disembodied hand affectionately referred to as “Ick”.  He then made way into the house following Adela.  He’d follow her anywhere!  Those hips!  The way she walked!  Those hips!
	Pausing at a table between the kitchen and living room a small ornate box lid opened and another disembodied hand appeared, a lady’s hand.  She produced a new cigar for Lucius.
	“Thank you, Imogig.”
	The box lid shut and Lucius lit up the new ciggy.
	“Where are the children?” Lucius asked.
 	“They are upstairs,” Adela said in her always sultry voice.
	“Kaleb has a young friend over tonight.”
	“Hmmm, that boy from down the street, Münster (like the cheese) right?”
	Adela nodded.  She turned and was shaped perfectly—like an hour glass.  Her black dress was absolutely skin tight and covered her from her shoulders to her feet.
	“The children should be down soon for a rendezvous.”
	“Rendezvous!” Lucius gasped.  “Della!  That's French!”
	Lucius had an odd turn-on when his wife spoke a foreign language. Grabbing Adela's hand he flamboyantly kissed her fingers then the back of her hand moving up her arm.  When reaching her shoulder she pushed him back cautioning him with her hand in his face.
	“Save some for later.”
*

	“Well,” said Kaleb reeling from being goosed, “Eddie, this is my sister, Wendsy.”
	Eddie shuffled his feet and seemed embarrassed.
	“Since it’s early,” Wendsy said to get things rolling, “want to play a game?”
	“How about Electric Chair!?”
	“We can play Dungeon.”
	“I like that one, too!”
	The three then struck off down the stairs to play.
	Uncle Finster closed the cover on the listening-pipe.  Pulling the light bulb out of his mouth that gave illumination in the “in between walls” he smiled,
	“Dungeon!  That’s one of my favorites, too!”
	Slinking between the walls of the great albeit spooky mansion he slipped into a secret passageway making way to the basement two floors below.
	Bounding down the stairs the children entered into the living room where Lucius greeted them with a big beaming smile.
	“Well, children,” chortled Lucius, “that was a good trick!” he appreciated a “near death” experience and applauded his children’s efforts.  Eddie was introduced then the children three bounded for the basement for a game of “dungeon.”

	Finster reached the lower levels of the house; opening a small trap door that looked into the gloomy chamber below he settled into a corner to wait.  There were tables of differing kinds, Iron Maiden, a suspended cage, the electric chair, and in the darkness further on a dungeon cell containing several recent captives.
	
	Kaleb jumped to the last step turning to the others exclaiming “I’m first!” he was very excited.
	Wendsy nodded and shrugged, “Very well, then I get to choose the game.”
	Looking around with some amusement she glanced to Eddie then to an upright square wooden post.  It was adorned with chains and shackles.
	“The Post!” Kaleb exclaimed happily.
	A little shocking for Eddie; Kaleb pulled off his shirt, then ditched his shorts and was naked—Kaleb went without undies!  The boy then put his back to the thick vertical beam post and his sister with Eddie attached the shackles.
	A chain was pulled through a loop, tugging Kaleb’s arms up over his head.
	Then Kaleb turned to face the post so his arms crossed over his head.
	Wendsy then attached a nine pound weight to her brother’s ball sac.
	The boy clenched his ass cheeks and Eddie’s eyes widened.  A curious smirk was on his face, he shifted his weight and watched with an ever increasing boner in his pants.  Then from the wall she chose a whip; one with shredded tips.
	Eddie slyly massaged his aching hard-on; he didn’t have a sister at home, but he DID have a willing cousin.  But she was several ages older and had other interests other than fooling around with him.
	Wendsy swung the whip.  CRACK! The instrument of pain cracked the still air and Kaleb’s backside jiggled.  He wasn’t a “fat” boy but chunky.  Another lash came and Wendsy smiled—delivering pain was almost as good as receiving.  Kaleb twitched a little, clenched up, and giggled.  Welts began to appear and Wendsy began to get “wet.”
	Uncle Finster, his secret dark corner, watched intently all the while jerking his gherkin.  It wasn’t his first time spying on the children, or anyone else in the house.  
	“Would you like to try?” Wendsy said handing the whip to Eddie. 

	Eddie accepted and swung the whip.
	His aim was decent but Wendsy stepped up behind him, “Here,” she said taking Eddie’s hand; she guided the his aim to Kaleb’s backside and landed one across the upper shoulders.  Kaleb shrugged it off—then farted.
	Feeling her breath against his neck intensified the moment.  And also became problematic as the bulge in his pants began to increase.  This distracted his aim and his next swing lashed Kaleb’s ass.
	“YEOW!” Kaleb announced uncharacteristically.
	Wendsy smiled—she seldom ever-ever smiled.
	After two more smacks to his backside, and one more to his ass—
	“Now Wendsy’s turn.” Kaleb chimed.
	Wendsy calmly removed the attachment to her brother’s balls, patted his ass and coyly said, “I want the wheel.”
	“Hey,” said Kaleb, “I get to choose!”
	“Right,” said Wendsy, “and you chose—the Wheel.” Her voice was calm, stable, sincere—mysterious.  Just like her Mother’s.  The cold dark eyes stared into her brother’s soul.  The naked lad stared back, cocked his head, then offered a brief trembling smile—as his sister clutched his cock and twisted it.
	“The Wheel it is!” he said.
	Stepping onto the foot supports set three feet apart at the bottom of a large wooden wheel not unlike a metal contraption on a playground—the merry-go-round, Wendsy’s face showed no emotion as her brother wrapped a leather strap about her left ankle.  Eddie did same to the right ankle.  Then they fastened leather straps to her wrists and stepped back.  Kaleb beamed a ridiculous smile to his strapped sister.  Then he reached up to a spoke, there were several along the rim of the wheel, and gave the wheel a spin.
	The wheel began to spin.  Kaleb grabbed another spoke to give the wheel a spin more with umph.  Wendsy’s body became a blur.
	“Faster” Wendsy shouted.
	Eddie was fascinated by the ordeal.  He didn’t think his cousin would go for it, she was lame, tame even; she only liked to be spanked.  Eddie felt more stirrings in his young body and his cock was very muchly becoming “obvious.”
	Wendsy’s body spun in a dizzying blue before him.
	“YES!” she called out, “YES!”  and “MORE!”  “MORE!”
	It was orgasmic!
	Then Eddie the naked Kaleb standing beside him—masturbating!
	The Wheel began to make an odd to curious humming noises.  Kaleb was humming, too!  Wendy’s body was plastered to the wooden device but as the Wheel began to slow down her dress was starting to reveal her body; specifically her crisp white underwear.
	The white panties were tight against her body revealing the curves of her body; Eddie was mesmerized and had methodically produced his not so boyish cock.  It was off-pink, hard, and already partly coated in a slathering of cum.  In no way could it compare to Kaleb’s elephant trunk-like cock, but for a lad of eleven he shouldn’t have such a dong!  It was a cunt pleasing six inches!  Thick, too!
	Wendsy’s dress moved up her body gathering itself under her arms.
	The boys circle jerked while the Wheel slowly-slowly grinded to a halt.
	Wendsy was upside down!
	“Like what you see?” Kaleb chortled.
	Eddie was speechless.  Bits of spunk was jutting from his cock.
	“Ooooh!” cooed Wendsy, “Don’t waste that!” her dark eyes were still spinning, her face was flush, but she still had presence of mind to note Eddie’s dilemma.
	Kaleb gave his friend a gentle shove and Eddie stepped up to the upside down Wendsy.  The dizzy girl could only move her head but was at the right height to take Eddie’s balls into her mouth.  Eddie himself was fascinated with Wendsy’s panties.  Wendsy suckled his hairless nads working her mouth up along his cum soaked shaft.
	“Mmmmm!” she said.
	“Mmmmm!” said Uncle Finster.

	Squirts of cum blasted out of Eddie’s cock.  His balls, fully encased in Wendsy’s mouth, surged and emptied more spunk.
	“Take my panties off.” Wendsy gurgled.
	Eddie couldn’t move.  Not even his semi naughty cousin had gotten him to blast like that!  Kaleb worked his sister’s panties up but only so far as her legs were spread too wide to work the undies too much further.  But her pussy was exposed and Eddie was exploding.
	Stepping up closer and Kaleb’s balls were the object of Wendsy’s attention.
	Kaleb began fingering his sister’s pussy, then leaned against her licking it.
	Eddie was beside himself.  He was SOOOOOO elated that he had come (over to the house.)  Somehow the girl worked her supple wrists out of their bindings.  One hand snaked up between her brother’s legs as well as Eddie’s.
	Wendsy leaned upward taking her brother’s cock.  The masterful organ began slithering into the girl’s mouth.  Kaleb grunted and a mesmerized Eddie watched in awe as the boy’s cock fully filled Wendsy’s mouth.  The elephant trunk-like cock then began nosing its way into her throat!
	Eddie squeezed his cock; Wendsy squeezed his tight little ass.
	Kaleb squeezed his cock further into his sister’s throat.
	Uncle Finster squeezed his spurting a jut to the ceiling!
	How his upside sister could suck so was a wonder.  But she did.  Kaleb’s amazing lengthy prong, all 12 plus inches of it, nosed its way into the girl’s throat squirting its load down her trachea.  Meanwhile, her fingers dug into the boys’ assholes.
	After Kaleb had stopped spurting he pulled out slowly and backed away slumping against the Post.  The boy was speechless and marveled at the river of cum gushing out of not his sister’s pussy but her mouth!
	Cocking his head he smiled big as he heard telltale sounds of thumping, serious hand-to-cock thumping from a “secret” hidden place.
	“Help me down.” Wendsy said to Eddie.  The mesmerized boy spun the wheel around whereas the girl was right side up.  Then he unfastened the shackles and the girl was free.  She did not immediately step down but close her eyes, clenched her fists—then began to pee!
	Kaleb grinned—and though his cock had just spurted a massive cum shot it quickly grew in strength.  Eddie stared oddly as he saw a stream of pee streaming down the girl’s legs.  Wendsy pulled up her dress revealing her pissing pussy.  A good grunt cause her urine flow to increase and stomach pressure made the eruption of her pee to burst thru her panties.
	Eddie’s cock began squirting and Wendsy reached out clutching his cock squeezing it at the base.  She hadn’t fully regained her composure and was still quite dizzy but she pulled away from the Wheel and went to her knees.  One fist remained clenched as she struggled to get a grip of herself.  Then, with her brother’s cum still pasted to her face she took Eddie’s cock and began to suck the life out of it.
	She was way better than his cousin!

	A glob of goo gushed out of Finster’s organ.  The ceiling above was getting coating with splatter landings.  The cum blasts glowed in the dark!  Assuming there would be more to follow he silently moved down the passageway finding the secret door to another passageway.  Weaving his way this way and that he came to where he could peer into the sanctity of Lucius and Adela.
	“What do you think of Kaleb’s guest, Eddie?” asked Lucius puffing on his cigar.
	Adela’s eyebrow raised slightly as she sat in her peacock chair musing over a book of death poems.   The peacock’s head twitched with its beak turning a page in the book.
	“Hmmm, I’m not sure,” she mused, “first impressions are sometimes erroneousness and subject to error.”  She sat with legs crossed—which was quite remarkable as she was clad in that one piece black outfit that was super skin tight.
	“But it seems he’s quite a schmendrik.”
	“Schmendrik!” gasped Lucius beaming with eyes wider, “That’s French!”
	“Yiddish, dear.  It’s Yiddish.”  
	“Close enough!” Lucius lusted grabbing his wife’s hand that had been twirling a dead black rose.  Pulling her to him he embraced her and began smooching her with smothering kisses.  Adela slyly stretched out a long arm enslaving—er, encasing her lover.  Her other hand not so slyly groped for his balls.
	Lucius roared; a friendly little roar suggesting something suggestive.
	In a flash, Lucius masterfully swept his wife up in his arms and bounced from where they were standing to the great ornate bed.  They bounced on the bed and clothing began to come off of the man Lucius.  In a magical wink (hint on magical) and Adela’s skin tight dress was off.  She was with nothing underneath and though Lucius was primed for a sexual encounter he held back to gaze upon the striking beauty before him.
	The peacock forming the peacock chair flung its head under a wing.  (but it did peek as the proceedings proceeded.)

*

Something to howl about
	Just as his cum flow was filling Wendsy’s mouth and did Eddie feel that strange and unique feeling all creatures of his kind felt.  ‘Oh no, not now!’ he said to himself.  He clenched himself to try and fend off “the change.”  Wendsy had a clutch on his nugget nest and was totally devouring him wholly.  Way better than cousin Marilynn!
	Finally she plopped the more than adequate cock out of her mouth; but she clung to it rubbing it against her sweet—but stoic—face.  Eddy was in fits, the transformation was coming and he couldn’t stop it!
	“I-I gotta go!” he blurted and dashed away from Wendsy holding his cock and pants up.
	Wendsy looked to her brother who was just as bewildered as she.
	“What the fuck?” she asked.  “If he wanted to pee he could have done so on me!” she wouldn’t have minded at all.
	“Maybe he had to take a deuce!” he chimed chortling.
	Wendsy wasn’t into that.  Pee was one thing, shit was something else.

	“Damn!” watching himself in the mirror—his nose turned a shade of dark brown and began to grow with whiskers.  His ears began to peak, his eyes changing from usual brown to a more animalistic brown.  His hands, too, were changing and soon the transformation would be complete.

	Scrambling out of his clothing before the change took full effect the boy stood thinking of Wendsy pissing thru her panties (then sucking his dick.)  His cousin Marilynn was kinky and weird but not to the extreme Wendsy Yellsguppy was.  The tingling continued and was slightly painful.  For a moment his eyesight faded during the transformation—then, when he could see it was mostly black and white with few colors mostly in blue and green.
 	Wendsy had come upstairs looking for him.  Calling for him softly she got Eddie-wolf hard all over again.  She had a wondrous voice—it was hollow and sultry and not childlike.  Very muchly did he want to see her naked.  She had SUCKED his cock, fondled his balls, and gave him a reason to live!
	His whimperings brought the young girl to the hall bathroom.
	Wendsy looked to the whimpering wolf pup giving no indication to her emotional state.  Eddie-wolf stood his ground—still immersed in the girl’s doings in the dungeon earlier.  Did she know?  Did she know who he was?
	So many of Eddie’s friends were creepish in his transformation, most wouldn’t have much to do with him, socialize, or acknowledge his existence whatsoever.  Most of them he shredded on full moons or brought them to the house for dinner…
	Eddie waited until Wendsy knelt down placing the back of her hand out for him to smell.  Eddie-wolf stopped whimpering and whined instead.  Then, with his tail wagging he licked her hand.  Wendsy smiled and gently caressed his face.
	“Let’s go to my room!” she said excitedly (perhaps too excitedly?)

	Lucius stared, transfixed at the view of his wife’s nakedness.  A perfectly shaped hourglass.  Perfect.  From her long sleek jet black hair; those firm round monumentus (not really a word but it applies here) marvelous globes and on down to the her firm flat stomach, then to her wide hips.  Lucius’ gaze then fell to that dark patch of his obsession.
	He murmured something unintelligible.
	“Querida?” queried Adela.
	“Della!” smiled the horny ever so horny Lucius.
	From between Lucius’ legs came his penis.
	No, it was not a penis.  It was more.  Much more.  Much-much more.
	Coyly and did Adela wrap her sinuous fingers about the growing member.
	As the member in her hand grew she murmured something like,
	“Mon sauvage!”
	Lucius grinned and his own snaking elephant trunk-like cock slithered all about wrapping about Adela’s arm.  Lust to the extreme filled Lucius’ face, his eyes were of the Devil’s!
	“Eres divina!” Lucius spoke foreignly himself.
	Adela smiled, the room darkened leaving on a mask of light to her eyes and shadowing everything else.
	“Manger moi.  Respondez s'il vous plait!” whispered the wispy woman.
	“Della!  That’s French!” Lucius shouted excitedly.
	“That WAS French, my divine one.”
	Lucius eagerly moved down to plant his face between his adoring wife’s cunt.  It was musty.  Stanky!  It was soft and alluring and drove Lucius mad!  With a ravenous assault he began nipping at the lips, nuzzling the engorged clitoris and breath hot fire into the dark, dank, inviting recess that was his woman’s pussy.
	
*

	Leading Eddie down the hallway to her room Wendsy as giddy.  It wasn’t often that happened.  Her pussy was wet from orgasmic experiences and from pissing in her panties.  Then, Eddie-wolf.  As he trotted behind her his muzzle went doggedly into the crack of her butt, between her legs.  A whimsical smile was etched on Wendsy’s face.  More excitement was to cum.  More!
	Closing the door she immediately ditched her dress then rolled down her wet underwear.  Eddie-wolf panted and his colorblind eyes parked themselves to the fine naked beauty before him.  Oh, sure, his cousin, Marilynn, who lived with his family, was a beautiful girl (‘specially naked!) and kinky, weird and all, but Wendsy Yellsguppy was something else all together!
	Standing before the bewildered stunned animal she let him get a damn good look at her.  Then she fingered herself whilst standing.  She was dead lily white, not hair one on her delicate pussy.
	“You like this don’t you?”
	Eddie-wolf made a quick yelp bark and Wendsy patted him on his head.
	Eddie-wolf licked her hand.
	Then the strange quirky girl who had just minutes ago was nakedly upside down on a wheel contraption sucking a HUGE monstrous cock dropped to her knees beside him.  She hugged him, rubbed him between his ears, then—THEN grabbed holt of his doggie bone!  She did!
	Eddie liked (like no shit!)
	Wendsy stroked—and stroked—and got the doggie bone all slicked up like she knew how (and she probably did!)
	“Wanna fuck me?” she asked.
	Eddie-wolf gave her the ‘do flies congregate around piles of cow turds in an open field?

	Wendsy smiled devilishly and put herself into a doggie-style position.  Eddie-wolf made a sharp bark, twisted a gimlet in the air and quickly mounted the willing girl.
	Wendsy snaked her hand between her legs but it wasn’t necessary to guide Eddie-wolf’s cock into her sex—it was there already.  Wendsy tried to catch her gasp before it escape out of her mouth.  Too late.  There was a brief yelp (from Wendsy) and the doggie dick was IN.

Gasp!
	Back down in the dungeon Kaleb waited for his sister and Eddie.
	He waited—and waited—and waited some more.
	Upon hearing whimperings from the captives in the dungeon he went to check on them.
	“You said you would let us go.” said a hopeless Amanda.
	“I say a lot of things.”
	He smiled and walked nakedly down the hall to another section of the dungeon.  Pulling a special brick a secret door opened.  Kaleb entered and left the summer camp girls, plus their counselors, in wonder.
	“Uncle Eff!” cried out Kaleb as he suddenly came upon the brown cloaked bald man.  “What the eff, Eff, what’s ya doin’ here?”
	“Oh, you know, hunting pixies!”
	Kaleb laughed, then; “Really?  They still here?”
	Uncle Finster smiled and stuck a dim light bulb in his mouth to illuminate the area—he held up a metal cage with pixie-proof glass.  Inside fluttering helplessly was a pixie.  She was naked and showering the inside of the cage with pixie powder to hide her shame—and hopefully eat away at the glass.
	No such luck.
	“What are you doing here?” Finster asked, “Fun time over with Wendsy and that Münster boy?”
	“He had to take a dump, Wendsy went to watch or weigh it or something.”
	Finster chortled, “I had a ghoulfriend like that!”
	“I’m bored.”
	“Well,” said Finster thinking, “I know Grandma-ma is stirring up something in the bell tower.”
	“Nah.”
	“Zolt and Handi in the music room.”
	“Nah.”
	“Your Mom and Dad are fuckin.”
	“Yah!”
	Yah!
	“When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this.” stated Adela, “There was a stench in the air, a mystic aroma that spelled—”
	“You were so beautiful,” Lucius said with his eyes gleaming, “you looked of death!  Insipid and enigmatic you were, shadowy!  No one even looked at dead Aunt Gretel!”
	“It was my first funeral.” She almost smiled, her dark eyes pierced Lucius (then and now) “You were so dashing!”
	“Yeah, I had to, the police were wanting to ask questions (about the mysterious death of Aunt Gretel.)
	Adela let out a small yelp.
	“Is there pain?” Lucius asked as his monstrous cock nosed its way into her being.  Adela’s lips quivered, her nipples hardened, her claws began to rake her husband’s backside, digging in creating blood flow.
	“Il me perce comme un poingard.” She replied in a sultry voice. 
	“Oh, Della. That’s French!” 
	“Oui.”
	“Cara mia.”
	Lucius flexed somewhat and began to grind against Adela’s clit.

	Slowly and did Lucius lower his body onto Adela.  The woman was more alluring than ever.  Licking her lips only enticed the man; he began to rock his hips.  Adela closed her eyes, arched her back then racked more of her husband’s backside.
	Engulfing the fullness of Adela’s right breast mound caused both lovers to react.  Lucius’s cock swelled inside his wife’s cunny, he had so wanted to firstly eat her out—and had done so in the beginning; he had slid his tongue the length of Adela’s slit tasting of the saltiness there and reeking musky flavor scenting the air about his nostrils.  Her flowing juices enraged him (sexually) and as he reached the engorged clitoris chomped on it with his teeth.
	This got a wondrous moan from Adela.
	A tingling sensation filled her as Lucius expertly manipulated her clit into a roaring sea of ecstasy.  Reaching down she gripped his ears holding him in prime “eat me!” position.  Suddenly there was a quiver signaling her orgasm.  One of many.  Continuing to caress her clit with his tongue, Lucius received a copious amount of pussy juices.  He lapped every bit up and was inspired to do more.  The woman’s pussy began to spasm and her grip on his ears—well, she was near to ripping them off!  And he wasn’t even in her pussy (with his dick) yet!
	Rocking her hips, Adela pressed her pubic bone into Lucius’s nose nearly breaking it—his nose and her bone!  The man’s hot breath excited her and she began to buck pushing her clit harder against his mouth.
	After a long enduring orgasm that left her quaking, the contractions ebbed.  That was when Lucius snaked his way up her body and slithered his amazing Yellsguppy cock into her womanhood.  A quiver came to Adela’s lips; her eyes narrowed and a new orgasm began.
	Wrapping her arms around her lover’s torso, she pulled him up close.  His magnificent cock slid nicely into her sex fulfilling her every whim.  Every whim!  The two lovers became entwined; they rolled over in a tight intimate embrace.  The room began to steam and the heavy stench of sex permeated throughout.
	Releasing her grip around Lucius’ legs enough move to rock her hips just so.  This action pulled his cock deeper slightly; then, out to almost the head.  Each secession increased the sensation and Adela shuddered.
	Another intimate embrace and the two melted into one another; their mouths met and it seemed like for a moment or two their union was not as important as was their love.  

	“She, the Lady, was born to rule the castled winds and in turn to be ruled by other winds; Desire’s Winds.  And he, the Knight, born to bow the knee to fealty and to love, was the errant gallant of her passions.  And when he raised in his arms, the green field that bound her fell away a thousand leagues—and more.   And when they kissed, the woods and vaulted boughs sighed their names hushed world.  He was a hard fortress of stone pressing the cuirass of his breast against her.  Then, all softeness—a queenly mount—and the wind itself was within her.  Mouths for this were meant, not for morning prayer; hands for this, not for grasping blood-tipped lances in violent tournaments.  She surveyed her domain from on high.  Then other glories came.  Her flesh was his, and his hers.  The Winds subsided, and whispered words of Landy and Knight were answered by ravens on their way.  These winds, the Lady knew, would return.”
	‘Sometimes, early in the morning when no longer can I sleep and after I’ve stopped trying to re-enter my dreams I find myself composing poems.  Sometimes they are written down but most often they are forgotten life most dreams.  There was a poem in there somewhere now it is lost in the writing.’

	Adela’s arms were not unlike a creature of the sea; she released her arms, though, placing her hands on Lucius’s shoulders.  She pushed herself back untwining herself and in a sinewy fashion repositioned herself to where she was in a squatting position firmly planted on his wondrous cock. 
	Lucius smiled a wicked gaze to his magnificent love.  Reaching up he began to caress Adela’s breasts; taking each hardened nipple he rolled the nips squeezing them delightfully.  Adela squeezed her legs and in doing so also clenched her sex against the prong invading her.  
	Then, slowly and sensually she raised herself UP and DOWN Lucius’s humongous offering.  Tilting her head back she opened her eyes with her mouth undulating—as was the entirety of her body.  Moving in small circles she intensified the event assuming full control.  Just as to WHERE all that cock meat went was unknown.  Adela squeezed and squeezed; she rose herself up a little clenching her sex about the very cunt pleasing cock.  She shuddered and Lucius began his attempt at regaining control of their union.
	An orgasm was imminent.
	Adela mused while her husband’s eyelids fluttered.  His body arched pushing his prong even moreso into her body.  Releasing her clench hold on Lucius’ cock the flood of orgasmic juices exploded within.  Adela was able to control herself keeping her emotions managed.  Not so much for Lucius whom exclaimed “GOD-FUCKING-DAMN-SHIT-SON-OF-A-HEATHEN CUNT ALMIGHTY DAMN WHAT AHHHHHHHHHH!”
	The man contorted and went into a catatonic mode lasting several minutes.
	Adela’s orgasmic experience was more subtle but no less exciting than her husband’s.  She farted then lay down on her hubby feeling the flood of mixed juices flowing.  She could feel his heart thumbing hard in his chest; her own heart was pounding, flubbing, making joyous music.  Like a river down from a high mountain her sweat poured from her body pooling onto Lucius’ chest.  Steam rose up from their bodies.  A serenity all their own befell them and their naked bodies melded into one.

*

“Woof!”
	Wendsy grunted (although she tried not to) as Eddie-wolf’s doggie dick dicked her dickingly.  Seemingly, the dog bone grew once inside her.  Eddie-wolf’s doggie breath was hot against her neck; he even nipped her ear as he slid his slick pink bone into her.  The act caused Wendsy to shudder almost uncontrollably.
	The pumping action cause the girl to cum.  There was no holding back—not that she wanted to.  She felt the explosion deep within her and though she knew their coupling was not yet a minute into the deed—fuck it, she was cumming!
	Eddie-wolf yelped and made a “woof!” sound and began pumping like a rapid animal.  Each stab sent incredible shivers throughout Wendsy’s body.  Even her brother’s amazing dong didn’t do as much.  Holding her breath she kept herself in check but it did little to quell the immeasurable sensation sensationalizing her being.  Eddie-wolf grunted, groaned, panted, an continued to make little yelps of pleasure.  Wendsy entered into a zone of unknown sexual pleasure.

“Last night you were tyrannical, monstrous, diabolical, frightening.  Do it again!”
	Sitting in the dark, the gloom of darkness enfolding about her like a thick heavy wintery blanket, Amanda brooded.  She tried for the longest to keep up the faith—the faith that she would be released—as promised.  But hour after hour came and went and no one—no one had come to her aid let alone released her.
	She had not yet entered into disparity; she clung to the hope that her request to be released would be honored.  But as the hours slipped away that hope was slowly dying.  Her mind was awash with confusion.  Most high.  Images filled her mind, blinding light, and scenes that seemed so real but were so twisted that they had to be a part of her imagination.  Sick and deplorable they were (but she was always an imaginative girl.)
	There was no toilet, there was a small hole in the floor, though.
	A water spigot was on a wall.  The floor was cobblestone as were the walls.
	One wall had bars, cell door-like, like a dungeon.  Not much in the way of lighting, dim recessed lights, flicking fire light from wall torches.  The air was—sticky?  The heavy scent of unpleasantness there was, indescribable—and she was probably better off not knowing.
	A great many things frightened Amanda; the unknown a mere concept.  But spiders, frogs, and creepy crawlies certainly did not find favor in preteen.  She didn’t like scary movies—but did sneak to watch one now and then.  Axe murders, molesters, she might not get that specialty part in the new play.
	But naked, alone, in a strange place, and that—that THING lurking about.
	He was monstrous!  Amanda did not overly believe in ghost, ghouls, goblins, Big Foot, the Abominable Snowman, Santa Clause, Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, or any of that kid stuff.  But the mammoth towering was something to open her young eyes about.  Often and did he come to leer at her, stand outside the bars and watch her.  Once he had come whilst she was squatting over the “hole.”
	To say the least her breath was stolen, taken away, by the enormous creature.  He had a man form, but there was that flat head top, monstrous hands, clearly seven-eight feet tall, and menacing.  He never spoke, only grumbled.
	Then there was that girl, Penny?  Penny Tight, from summer camp, from Camp Werthahekawee.  She was in a cell across from Amanda’s.  The “creature” took her out of the cell and raped her.  The “creature” of enormous size was naked and after dragging the kicking and screaming girl out of the cell pushed her head thru the bars.  Then, as she was at the height the creature preferred he just opened her legs and Amanda heard a distinctive “crack” as if something had been broken.
	Penny’s legs, at the joint of her hips.  Then, the horrible naked creature began pumping.  Whether or not Penny was dead at this time wasn’t known—not to Amanda.  But the rape was horrific and lasted several long enduring minutes.  Then the creature stepped back, made some sort of odd grumbling—
	Then pulled Penny’s head back thru the bars and carried her off.
	Amanda was sick—and she threw up to prove it.
	What was her fate to be?
	Gloria, Shirley, and Nadia were in the dungeon, too; along with camp counselors Kary and Rebecca.  Neither Kary or his sister, Rebecca, were much to human form.  There was a transformation in progress.  Other than their minds no longer present, they were slowly deforming into an unpleasant creature.  They were conjoined and would form one whole new subcreature.
	Zolt enjoyed making new creations.
	Zolt enjoyed making love to the captives—unfortunately, they didn’t usually survive his love.  Of the campers Kaleb and Wendsy had brought in, Amanda was the only one left.  Whether or not Zolt was going to make love to her was not known; he had special plans for her.  Kaleb had expressed a desire to her around, “at least part of her.” He said to the 8-foot tall butler.
	Zolt grumbled something and that was that.

*

He barkened unto her, Bark!  Bark!  Barkened he
	And she, the Bitch, well, you know the rest…
	Lifted his head sleepily he stretched, stymied a fart—then let it go.  	Wendsy’s body was warm, she breathed slowly and Eddie found himself marveling at her young beauty.  His eyes fell to her breasts, they were small, the nipples were still hard!  She was asleep.  It was dark in the room, cool with a bit of stink coming in thru the open window; the stench came from the nearby swamp (and graveyard.)  
	There was a feeling creeping about him; he didn’t know what it was, but he regarded it as “cool.”  There was something special about laying next to Wendsy.  It made him feel good.  Then,
	“I gotta pee!”
	As he stood pissing into the toilet—it was then he realized he had returned to human form.  He knew Wendsy knew he had been the wolf; she didn’t seem to mind.  His cousin, Marilynn, was creeped out about making it with a wolf—er, well, at least him anyways.  She was a good sport and tolerated the experience but it wasn’t to her liking.
	Suddenly at the door and there was Wendsy.  She was naked and a very fine specimen of humankind.  Eddie stopped in midstream—mainly ‘cause his cock had stiffened cutting off the flow.
	“I gotta pee, too.” She announced.  And with that she calmly waltzed into the bathroom and (after lower the seat) took up a squat.
	After an embarrassing toot a steady stream of pee began.
	Eddie had barely moved from his spot before the toilet.
	Wendsy was eye-to-eye to the one-eyed monster before her.  Cocking her head she admired the thing.  She smiled slightly, tooted, and pissed up a good storm.  Then she leaned forward and kissed the cock before wrapping her lips about the dong rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown.
	Eddie was beside him and clenched tightly all over.
	‘Son-of-a-fucking bitch-damn!’ he said to himself.  ‘Marilynn can take lessons!’
	All the way down—all the way back up; Wendsy smacked her lips and repeated the sequence over and over and over and over until she felt juts of spunk squirting into her mouth.  Clutching the boy’s balls she squeezed them like she would an orange, a lemon, a baboon’s heart, or her brother’s balls.  More cum exploded into her mouth gushing down her throat.  Choking a little the sperm shot out her nostrils.  Eddie didn’t see, he was reeling with his head tossed back seemingly trying to extend his already abnormally lengthy dick.
	Wendsy sucked her filled, finished her pee, then gently guided her young love to the shower.  Eddie was all for it—he was whipped!

*

I thought I saw you coming over there
	Green gobs of gooy cum leaked from Finster’s abnormal cock.  His cock was misshapen and abnormal—but then, so was Finster!  Studying abroad, the one sitting at the end of the bar, Finster narrowed his eyes and contemplated his moves.  The time was “a little bit and a while ago”; an age for Finster Mullshappy.  He wasn’t too tall, but he was bald, hallow eyes, broken misshapen nose, and highly excitable.  He was a collector of many things—biological, tangible, imaginary.
	As an investor and inventor he soared to the top of the industrial chain of recognized genius.  He was not a social person so it was a rarity that he stepped out to “socialize”.  His pursuits of interests often led him abroad, out of country, out of mind.  On this memory, he was in jolly well done England, Camden (Town) specifically.  Middle of Summer, touristy season.  A large plague—er, plaque he had acquired from a prestigious academy of notable scientist.  A large monetary donation to a charity in his name as well as a personal cheque (in his name, too!)
	There was a dinner, a silent auction—followed by a noisy one.  Then it was drinks at the hotel bar where he saw Fiona Dismantled.  She was tall, gothic, alone, and bald.  The other patrons of the bar were not so inclined as to socialize with her; she was dark, spooky, and spoke a language no one understood.

	After several long enduring fidgety moments and Finster made his move.
	To the bathroom.
	Socializing with men was one thing but just saying HI to a woman—well, that just wouldn’t do.  Finster was socially inept when around women.  They drove him mad!  Not always with lust, either.  In the bathroom he chastised himself and wished he had a whip to strike himself for pussying out.  Of all the strange beauties at the convention—she was the strangest.  But he just couldn’t get it together.
	With a heavy and a long outrageous fart, he left the men’s room to try once more.  But she was gone.  Of course.  He cursed himself, ‘How does Lucius do it!’  Lucius was Adela’s brother—and he was one lucky son-of-a-whore monger!  The bartender gave him another drink, a HissPiss.  Almost self-explanatory.  The drink is served warm, in a tall glass; in the bottle is a snake entwined about scorpion.  Venom and all, the liquid is thick with boastful flavors compared to that of lighter fluid WITH a rotten cabbage AND a certain barnyard edge.  The drink is distilled from fermented sorghum and has a whopping 144-proof alcohol bite.
	“From your lady friend.” said the bartender.
	She sat at a table in a dark corner of the bar; she nodded to Finster and the drink made him nearly do what it said it would do—Hiss you first as it went down, then make you Piss your pants whether you wanted to or not.  He farted instead.  Already there were patrons falling out of the men’s room where he had just been coughing, gagging, choking, puking.
	Picking up his drink he made way to the darkened table and the Mistress of the Night.
	“There aren’t many drinks like yours.” So it was an easy guess as to what he was drinking.
	Finster couldn’t speak he was so smitten.
	Fiona raised her glass, a specialty drink called the Model Aphonopelma; a strong whisky drink with a tarantula infused within the concotion.  Finster, all smiles, almost all his own teeth, no sense of decency, morals, thought, clinked his glass with hers.
	“And why, may I ask,” asked Finster, “are you here alone?”
	Fiona blushed, “My blind date suddenly got all jittery.”
	“What happened to him?”
	Not batting an eye or hesitation, “I ate him.”
	She was cold, stern, adhering, loving, diabolical—all the qualities Finster loved in woman.  His heart soared, his ass belched.  Slamming his drink down his throat he then slammed the drink down onto the table trying to assert himself and his manhood.  In his mind he was grabbing Fiona, throwing her onto the table, and ravishing her body right then and there.  Repeatedly.

	“I have some experiments I must tend to,” she said, though; “they get testy when they aren’t fed.  Scientists!” she said disgustingly with a sneer.  There, too, was a smile on her lip, her cold dark eyes were like swamp water gleaming back at him in a festering pool of maggots and bile.  (think about it)
	“When will I see you again?” Finster asked trying not to sound “desperate.”
	“Tomorrow night,” she replied, and handed him a card.  “Come by my flat and we’ll go out and paint the town—blood red.” Using real blood…

Well fook!
	Nothing could sway Finster; his mood was glorious!  From the bar he made his way not too drunk (but a lot in love!) and decided to walk to his hotel room.  But love and unfamiliarity got him wandering down Jamestown Rd.  The hour was late and as he came up to Oval Rd. he heard voices.  No, not the ones in his head, these were a chorus of voices.  The voices in his head took turns speaking.
	His thoughts were still on Fiona.  She was a marvel!  So mysterious!  Adela and Lucius would be proud for him.  The air was disgustingly sweet, an aroma of cinnamon, perfume, lilacs, and water—from the nearby Regent’s Canal.  He farted to give the air a more pungent appeal and continued walking forgetting to turn around make tracks back to his hotel.
	Then, four boys jumped in front of him.
	“What ho!” sparked one—taking exclamation voices from Lucius.
	“What the bloody fook we gots ‘ere?”
	The boys were thick with their accents, Cockney and street.
	“He’s the bloody Gov’ner he is!” chortled one.
	“Naw, the Gov’ner don’t dress like that,” spat another, “he’s the fookin’ Lord Fookin’ Mayor he is!”
	Finster let the boys have the fun—his mind was elsewhere and he made his move to go thru them.  One of the boys shoved him saying,
	“Hey, mate, you don’t be fookin’ walkin’ our street wid out our fookin’ sayin’ so!”
	“YEAH!” screeched one lad.
	“Do you know who we are?” asked up one.
	“No,” said Finster, “and I don’t care, either.” He smiled and dismissed the earlier push off—but not the second.
	“We’re the fookin’ RC Mob!” announced one of the lads, and he shoved Finster (again.)  Finster maintained his balance, surprisingly for his girth (which was a little rotund).  He wore an ankle length robe, with open toe sandals, and not much else.  Not much.  In a surprising move, the pudgy man twirled and “something” struck the shoving boy sending him backwards over a trash can.

	The other lads were temporarily stunned; which Finster used to whip out a walking stick that “suddenly” appeared and he “shoved” it into the chest of the teenage boy who had declared that walking their street was not free.  Another twirl and another boy was shoved and went toppling.
	The boys were all in shock and Finster went on his way.
	The boys, the RC Mob, gathered themselves and gave chase.
	Finster was lost to the RC Mob until they caught sight of him again—way over on Hawley St!  Once more and the lads pounced in front of the odd shaped man wearing an odd manner of clothing.
	“We’re gunna fook you up!” seethed one of the boys.
	Another lad, one who had been shoved in the chest by Finster’s cane, pounded a fists together.
	“We’re gunna fook you up so bad yer own fookin’ mum wont know you!”
	Finster chortled, “She doesn’t know me now!”
	Two of the other boys looked to one another confused leaving one to spat,
	“I dunt fookin’ care if you is a monk, you’re fookin’ dead!”
	“Eh, it’s not all that what it’s cracked up to be.” Finster smiled and ducked the thrown punch from “Davey.”
	Orin tried to lash out a kick; Chester threw his own punch—missed by a kilometer.  Rory yelled something unintelligible and charged—meeting Finster’s walking stick that connected with the boy’s shins.  Then an upper cut with the curved handle to the lad’s testicles.  He yelled and the yell was cut off in midstream—the handle had come alive becoming something of a cobra’s head (but much more grotesque.)  The mouth had latched onto his sac and wasn’t letting go.
	Meanwhile, despite his heft, Finster was amazing nimble and danced all around the misguided RC Mob boys.  The boys, sixteen, fifteen, and two at fourteen, went flying in all directions.
	“You’ve gotten my ire, me laddies!” quipped Finster, “And that isn’t a good thing!”
	As Finster charged so did the boys in a single group.
	They did manage to twirl the heavy brown cloaked man around but not off his feet as intended.  The boy with the “attachment” to his nut sac cartwheeled flying headlong into Finster’s chest.  Finster grabbed the young man and “twisted” his head letting him drop when the “crack” was heard.  Finster then grabbed up his animated walking stick and it resumed being a stick.  The man then continued walk.
	“Rory!” “Rory!”  Orin breathed hard as he came to the lifeless body of Rory.
	“What the fook, man!?” quizzed Chester.
	“He’s fookin’ dead, man!” shouted Orin, “He’s bleedin’ fookin’ DEAD!”
	“So’s that fookin’ monk man!”
	From where he was to where he wanted to be—almost impossible.  There was a canal in the way for one and he was a little disorientated; the exact location of his hotel was—not where he thought it was.  And at the late hour and the graffiti ridden area he was standing in—hailing a taxi was not going to happen.
	It wouldn’t matter so much but he had to drop a deuce!
	And “dropping a deuce” would be more delightful in his hotel room ‘cause there was one of those “bidet” things that Finster was overjoyed with.  He didn’t know how the device worked so precisely as to narrow its water squirting jets dead on to his asshole.  It was then (during the bidet experience) that he realized a million gay men might not be wrong!
	Suddenly,
	Davey, leader of the RC Mob, slid over a fence, bounced into a car, then bounded over said car upset that he had lost sight of the monk man.  Orin and Chester breathed hard coming up beside him, “We lost ‘em?”
	Davey shook his head, “A fat man in a brown dress?  Not fookin’ likely.”
	“He killed Rory.” said Orin angrily.
	“We’re gonna fookin’ kill HIM!”
	“Toos he’s freakin’ freak body in the canal!” spurted Orin.
	“AFTER we beat him with that fookin’ stick!”
	The boys came up to Camden Lock; the stink of the Chinese food place filled the air, mired in the lifeless air with the Mexican joint nearby.
	“There the fooker is!” yelled Orin.
	“Nice, dickhead, now he knows we’re on to him!”
	“I WANT him to fookin’ know!” shouted back Orin.
	Davey shoved the younger boy—to wit the younger boy shoved back causing Chester to dismantle the two.
	“HEY!” then, “Let’s get that fookin’ monk man, first!”
	The fighting boys agreed and dashed off down the market street.

	Somewhere on Camden High Street and the boys re-sighted their prey.
	The “monk man” was walking casually and seemingly talking to himself.  The clackety click of the man’s walking stick was the focus of Davey’s attention.  Orin and Chester just wanted to pommel him.
	For a long moment and did Davey hold him in his eyes.  A sea of rage swelled up in the young man; Rory was not only his friend but a standing member of the RC Mob and no one—NO ONE FUCKS WITH THE RC MOB!
	“GET HIM!” yelled the Davey.
	The trio charged and as they did so, their Target suddenly whirled on them contorting his face into a hideous grotesque feature that nearly stopped their hearts right off.
	Orin did falter but Chester and Davey continued.
	Until the Target pulled open his cloak in a hidden middle front seam revealing his underneath—and an equally hideous grotesque face where his stomach should be.  That face let out a horrifying scream that sent the boys to their knees covering their ears.  Their balls cinched and stomachs churned as their cringed at the monstrous face on the man’s belly.  It was green, and yellow, with red piercing eyes; it could be described as the Devil’s face, ‘cept it was green and yellow.  The howl was the most horrifying; it set off nearby car alarms and cracked windows!
	“Take off your clothes, boys,” said the Target, “I’m gonna skull fuck you!”
	Davey rolled on the ground trying to blot out the horror in his eyes; Orin and Chester wailed as the hideous creature’s scream scrambled their brains.  Finster smiled as he looked over the lads, he said nothing but made mumblings.  His walking stick (usually hidden inside his cloak) stood up by itself; the gargoyle’s head gnashing and flicking a double forked wicked tongue all about.
	“Now, now, Azzra, you’ll feast AFTER…” 
	Davey sat up as if someone was pulling and tugging at him.  He saw his hands moving about undoing his clothing, tossing his shoes, and posing him on his hands and knees.  The Target stood before him, gloating and eyeing him menacingly.  The cloak was parted revealing that horrific demon’s head.  Then,
	From between the man’s legs came a cock.
	It was huge.
	It was ugly.
	It was thirteen inches long!
	It was thick.
	And it reminded Davey of an elephant’s trunk!
	Orin and Chester lay nearby rolling on the ground wailing in agony as their minds were knotted and twisted.  Lucky them, they weren’t the ones getting SKULL FUCKED by the monk man!
	Davey was frozen, naked, and any movement he made on his own felt like a jillion poison tipped darts were sticking him.  On his face was a cock.  The monk man’s cock.  It was huge, it was virtually indescribable—and it was on his face!  The man was rocking back and forth, the “cock” was moving seemingly on its own all over his face; jabbing him in the nostrils, his ears, and then his mouth.
	There was no preventing the man’s doings; no stomping his guts, no fending off the offence, no bashing him with his fookin’ stick!  A horrible smell erupted into Davey’s nose—and mouth.  His stomach turned and bile violently spewed into his mouth as the monk man’s cock (and balls) made him outrageously ill.

	The sound of sirens filled the air—they were coming to see what was setting off so many car alarms.  Time to wrap this up!  Finster leered and fucked the leader of the RC Mob; smacking the boy’s face and leaving a frothy amount of green gooey cum in the mouth.
	Suddenly, Orin was free of his mind’s torment.  Her retched and gagged but looked up and saw what was happening to Davey.  After another heave he dashed up and charged the monk man.  The monk man didn’t move.  Orin bashed into the man and he didn’t move—he was like a buffalo or something more terrifying.
	Chester came to his senses and saw what was happening and instead of charging like his dimwitted friend—he scrambled off in the opposite direction.
	Finster shook his head, “Sick ‘em, boy!”
	The walking stick, Azzra, snarled, contorted oddly and even more grotesquely—if that was possible—and raced off vertically flying after the fleeing Mob boy.  Finster went on to magically undress Orin.
	Orin snorted and tried to fight, his mind was still his but plagued by horrendous images—and smells.  He puked suddenly and then found himself on his hands and knees, his head down on the cement ground.  Behind him and the monk man was—the monk man was—the monk was sodomizing him!
	“NOOOOOOO!” screamed-choked Orin.  But there was a significant presence jamming its way into his virgin chute.  Orin’s mind, though free of confinement, exploded in a massive fury.  He could feel the cock in his ass “moving” around.  The pain was incredible—not so much as a sharp pain as more of a constant eruption of unpleasantness.
	Meanwhile, Chester was tripped by the flying stick—and then knocked upside the head causing the boy to spill onto the roadway.  Luckily, at the dark hour there was no traffic.  The lad did manage to jump up but was crashed into the taco market and slumped to the ground thereafter.  As he lay there, the grotesque flying stick with a gargoyle’s head on it hovered at him; its face gnarled and twisted, the beaming eyes of red had suddenly changed to piercing-into-the-soul yellow!  Then there was the mouth; the fangs!  The mouth gnashed and snarled; then there was the spitting incomprehensible words before the thing blazingly darted to the boy’s head ripping off his right ear—then his left.
	The boy was already so paralyzed with fear that he hardly noticed—until the blood trickled down his neck.  Then he freaked the fuck out.  Azzra made some sort of diabolic scream—then bit off Chester’s nose.
	Needless to say, Chester was out of his mind.
	Azzra bashed him upside the head again then in a blinding flash turned the boy upside down!  Then, the Gargoyle on a Stick began spitting acid-like spit onto the boy’s clothes melting them away.  The spittle also caused great pain to the boy’s skin—but not like Azzra cared.
*

Beat me, whip me, make me write bad checks!
	Although daylight did not bother Finster like drunks and vampires, he preferred nighttime activities to daylight.  So for the following day he slept soundly in his hotel room oblivious to the horrors the daily paper was reporting on; a murder here, a stabbing there; a hit-n-run there, the body of a headless youth here…
	There, too, was the disappearance of four youths usually responsible for a flourish of graffiti as well as petty theft of tourists.  Then, there was reported three unusual “animals” found in the district; the constables reported the animals as unusual due to that those types were not seen in the area and they looked like they had been horribly abused.  The animals were a frog, a goat, and a pig.  The pig looked as if someone had poured acid on it.  The goat would not sit up on all fours but rather kept its front legs bent causing it’s ass to be pooched upward.  This gave onlookers the horrible looksee of the animal’s well rounded asshole.  The frog was a large toad and was horribly misshapen. When it croaked—when it croaked it sounded like—sounded almost human!
	He slept, he masturbated, he even bathed!  Come the evening and he would dine with Fiona.  She was captivating!  Marvelous!  Enticingly spooky!  He craved her, he swooned for her, he imagined her electrocuting him!  The day was long and sleep was almost impossible; Finster found sleep, though—this after conking himself in the head with a hammer!
	That evening he met Fiona for dinner at a secretive underground locale frequented by Goths, Freaks of Nature, Weirds, Nighttime Creatures, and general unpleasant folk (of day or night).
	Again, and Finster was virtually speechless.  Fiona was soooo incredible to him; and she was dressed to the proverbial “nines”, too!  Clad in a long dark gray leather cloak adorned with chains, trinkets, and scarves; which went well with the chains from her ears, nose, eyes.  Black lipstick, black eyeliner, grayish skin all went together to complete the “goth” look.
	She was frightening!  And it made Finster’s heart soar!
	More weird drinks of snakes and tarantulas, a simple dinner, desert, and lots of gazing into one another’s eyes.  What Fiona thought of exactly of Finster wasn’t known; what Finster thought of Fiona was obvious.  He made horrible jokes and referrences—a typical faux pas of men trying to impress a dame.  And while dinning, Fiona couldn’t help but notice an “appendage” seemingly from her date, sneak snakingly up onto the table “hunting.”  The appendage resembled an elephant’s trunk.

	When Finster noticed Fiona noticing, he chuckled and blushed.
	“It’s hungry.” he chortled embarrassingly.
	Fiona took it all in stride, smiled, and went on with conversation.
	Every now and then, though, she noticed Finster “jumping” in his seat.
	Finster shook his head sadly, “I can explain.” He said in a heightened voice.
	Fiona waited for the explanation.
	“Uh, well, you see—”
	“It’s hungry?” surmised Fiona.
	“Well, yes—and no.”
	Fiona was confused, Finster was embarrassed.
	“May I see it again?”
	Finster smiled, “Well, I suppose, but I don’t think my ass can take another hard roll!”  boo!

	Suspended from the ceiling via chains, Fiona was even more enchanting than ever before.  Finster lay on the bed adoring the woman above him.  She was marvelous!  He trembled in anticipation.  The freaky bald grey skinned woman hovered above him, almost smiling.  Gently she glided down to the beaming man below her.  He was wriggling all over exhuming tremendous waves of heat.
	Closing his eyes and Finster trembled in a sea of wondrous sordid world of pleasure and something else.  Seldom did he ever enjoy such quandaries.  She was a special gal for sure to be sure.  She glided onto him like an angel.  The two were clothed and that was alright.  Their bodies barely touched.  The air was electric!  The doings of the outside world were silenced by the closed windows and heavy drapes.  The room was decorated in olde world décor, red and black walls, carpeting, and ceiling.  Candles provided the only light and Finster, possibly for the first time in his life—was in love.

*

“Sometimes I’m up around 8 or 9(AM); occasionally as early as 7 and sometimes as late as Noon.   I go to bed around 6(PM); occasionally as early as 5 or even 4 and sometimes as late as Midnight!  On some days I don’t even get up at all!  But lately I have gotten up and around during normal hours—unless I haven’t then I don’t.”
 	No other woman—or beast, ever thrilled him so as Fiona.  She was truly a marvel; of sexuality and suspense.  His memories were always special when remembering the tall bald spooky woman.  With every move she exhibited a new nuance for him to relish.  That night in the bedroom she had been suspended from the ceiling via chains—she had gently glided down onto him.
	Finster recalled every second.  Everything about the spooky goth woman remained with him.  She had hovered just inches above him—the chains stretching her arms and legs outward.  She displayed no discomfort; no smiling, no trembling, no sign to peek into the woman’s soul whatsoever.  It was electrifying!  All throughout Finster’s body he pulsed with electricity—and he was hard pressed to keep his giddiness in check.
	Fiona probably was aware of how she tormented her prey (and it probably delighted her.)  There were other torments awaiting Finster.  But first!  The bald spooky woman lowered herself another inch to where her lips just barely touched oddly shaped bald man beneath her trembling in cloaked ecstasy.  She lightly nipped his nose.  Finster trembled even more so and could hardly contain his exuberance.
	Their bodies met, still clothed.  Fiona weighed next to nothing.  She continued to nip his nose, then his neck.  Finster’s glowed yellow—as did his body (or those parts that were exposed.)  An eruption erupted within the odd man; heat and other abnormalities that brought a subtle “OH!” from Fiona.  Their mouths connected and the descending woman quashed her body to Finster’s.
	As much as he wanted to keep himself controlled he could not.  Almost hurriedly Finster’s hands came to Fiona—specifically her ass area.  He was melting; body and soul.  Clearly he was not in control.  Fiona’s long cloak was of a heavy leather, adorned with dark brass studs, chains, and other assorted things.  Finster’s trembling fingers went up and down her curves trying desperately not to show that he was—desperate.
	There was a rise from Fiona as Finster’s “endowment” made its presence known.  Snaking out of Finster’s monk cloak the elongated elephant trunk-like creature sniffed about Fiona’s legs working its way up.  Pausing at her knees the “nostrils” of Effie sniffed about more then began kissing the back of her knees.
	It did something for Fiona.
	Finster began to believe that he was regaining some control of the situation.  He held a pesky fart from announcing itself; his hands held lightly at Fiona’s sides; his masterful netherful appendage masterfully slithered up the woman’s legs coming to the cleft of her buttocks.  They were cool, soft, firm.  Fiona had closed her eyes and was undulating.  Finster knew to cool it and take it easy and not drive right into sex.
	The pesky fart began to grow.
	Finster began to sweat.

	Fiona began to inch up her long ankle length garment—but her hands and feet remained outstretched.  Effie “sucked” on Fiona’s butt cheeks; it was a form of kissing.  Fiona’s legs began to part as her dark grey leather cloak moved up to her knees.  Finster went on to smile; he didn’t care if he came off as a sexual deviant—he was!
	There was an “OH!” from Fiona as Effie briefly touched her sex.
	A heightened state of awareness.
	Finster’s eyes were closed as he “saw” thru his probing prong his love’s love.  There was a strong mustiness in the murk; it delighted him!  A pungent aroma wafted from Fiona’s pussy and Finster could see that it was as bald as her head.  He made an uncharacteristic “Mmmmm” sound.  Fiona smiled a wavering smile and wriggled.  The wriggling shed her clothing in an instant and she was nude.
	When Finster opened his eyes her eyes were bright yellow; and there were fangs!  Her nostrils flared and heat wavered from her now nude body.  Finster was not alarmed—he was overjoyed!  His hands gripped the woman’s bare bum; the flesh there was cold as a grave.  Fiona lowered herself a little more whereas her body was on his but not her full weight.  Effie was sucking on her clit!
	Then, Fiona latched onto Finster’s neck driving those fangs into his skin.
	Effie slithered to Fiona’s sex entrance prowling around and found to some chagrin an unusual appendage of her own—teeth!  The woman had a set of TEETH down there!  Fangs, to be exact, small, gnashing teeth not unlike that of a piranha fish.  Not unlike at all.
	Fiona “assumed” the position draping her legs in the typical position for a sexual encounter.  The chains suspending her retracted into the ceiling disappearing therein.  The full weight of his new love was upon but she was virtually weightless.  The woman’s mouth found his; her fangs were soaked with his blood.  Finster rallied with clenching his fingers into Fiona’s ass flesh, digging in with his extending claws as his elephant-like trunk cock maneuvered its way into her sex.
	Fiona’s eyes bulged as she was invaded.  Her heart pounded to Finster’s (who was still clad in his monk cloak!)  but not for long.  As the business that was sex commenced Finster’s dark brown cloak simply wrenched away and he was nude.  Not a pleasant character to look upon but then who is?
	Fiona tried to hold in her gasp but failed and she shuddered uncontrollably for several seconds.  Then, as the sexual lust settled she smiled with a leer at her lover, “Why, you devil!” she smiled continuously while running a finger about his cracked lips.  “You lady killer!” she breathed.
	Finster closed his eyes, nodded his head, “Acquitted!”

    	Plunging into an euphoric frenzy Finster and Fiona “tore up the bed.”  There was gnashing, clawing, growling, transformations.  She was a sultry paragon of femininity—albeit slightly twisted.  Before Finster’s eyes and there was a kaleidoscope of colors, all dull but mesmerizing just the same.  Swirls of hypnotic colours took Finster as Fiona gazed upon him.  Her body tingled and the room was filled with the buzzing of her pets—bumble bees!
	Finster paid no attention to the buzzing pets, he was captivated wholly with Fiona; specifically her delightful pillowy breasts.  He mawed them, tweaked the nipples, and lovingly squeezed them until the turned purple!  Of course, squeezing those amazing boobs released a torrent of breast milk.  The life giving essence splashed onto Finster’s face that to any other man would devolve him into a grunting sex fiend blithering idiot.  Finster had already devolved long ago.
	From Fiona’s cunt wafted pheromones sending tingling sensations of fire and electricity throughout Finster’s body.  He enjoyed it!  He laughed, giggled, chortled, and ripped a couple of gut wrenching butt blasts.  Meanwhile, Effie settled into Fiona’s cunt recess fulfilling unquenchable desires.  Fiona herself was electrified; her pussy trembled and was a virtual swamp.
	Grabbing a holt of his love’s ass and Finster power fucked.  He himself didn’t necessarily have to pump his hips but lay there while his cock did the work of jamming up and down.  Finster, with his grip on the woman’s ass raised her up and down himself.  His fascination with Fiona’s titties was mesmerizing.
	Their lovemaking was enduring.  And at length, Finster came to be “on top.”
	Fiona was a marvel of womanhood!  Whether or not it was “love” or simply sex, Finster was smitten and enlightened.  And how the tall bald woman could take ALL of his Effie was a marvel, too.  Women have that effect; they cum into a man’s life, tantalize him, twist him, manipulate him, fuck him every which way; take his heart, his car keys, bank account, and like a praying mantis—bite his fucking fool head off!
	Fiona didn’t bite Finster’s head off, but she did bite!
	And those teeth!  In her cunt!  Teeth!  In her cunt!  They raked up and down Finster’s shaft sending him into a euphoria he couldn’t explain, ascertain, or make sense of.  So he didn’t.  She, not quite the Lady, excited him exuberantly!  All three of his testicles tingled.  His entire scrotum was abuzz with activity (the stings from Fiona’s pets may have contributed to that.)
	At length and Finster began to cum.  Hot gobs of yellowish green goo burst forth frothingly from his prick.  In twin spurts!  The release was not unlike that of a horse!  Or an elephant.  The ejaculation temporarily stunned Fiona.  Rivers of his spunks slathered his cock, balls, and then everything else.  And with his schlong so girthy he very well enough managed to grind against Fiona’s clit bringing her to a delicious orgasm herself.
	Afterwards and…
	Fiona regained herself and turned about—with Finster’s schlong still inside her—still cumming!  She did an Around-the-World before rising up having the mammoth cock plop out of her.  A horrendous amount of jizum gushed out of her, too.  She giggled then slid her wet gooey snatch up Finster’s body cumming to quash her cunt on her lover’s face.  There she wriggled releasing a potent amount of aromas sought to quell the man’s eruptions and/or disruptions but only enticed him all the more.  Burying his face into her extreme musty cunt that was now soggy with cum and essence, Finster gnashed at the woman’s poon finding her engorged clit and nipping it.  This only made the woman cum more!
	Fiona thrashed about as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rushed thru her.  She latched onto the wriggling Elffie and began devouring it—much to Finster’s delight!  Like a snake consuming its dinner, Fiona wiggled her mouth side to side virtually ingesting the mighty dong.
	To say the least and Finster was elated.  His trio of testes sang glorious songs of ecstasy!  His cock surged and totally filled the Sucker’s mouth.  She latched onto the skin sinking her fangs into the tough rubbery flute.  This only put Finster into a sexual frenzy he had never known before.
	Another orgasm was coming.
	Finster closed his eyes and buried his nose into Fiona’s sex.  The heavy presence of muskiness excited him—as was it intended.  Like a Neanderthal he ravished Fiona’s cunt gnashing his teeth against the TEETH within!  Fiona called out in a deep demonic language and released another flurry of her juices.  The dong that had been encased in her mouth flopped out and began lovingly caressing her bald head.  Fiona fanged the skin flute, squeezed the testicles then began pounding her sex against her lover’s face.
	For their second hour…    

*

Sacrilege!
	Ever since arising that morning, Sister Anne had a case of the “heebie-jeebies.”  She was annoyed all the day causing her to mess up some of her duties.  Her mind was not on her tasks—she could not shake that eerie feeling of “being watched.”  She knew that God was always watching her; and the portrait of her Savior—well, His eyes were always following her.  When at first she had arrived at the Church she was apprehensive; as a new person to the Order she took some time to settle in—but it was the portrait of Jesus—totally freaked her out.  Those eyes!

	Three months into her stint as a member of the Church and those eyes still bothered her.  The staff for the almost remote Church was small so Sister Anne did many of the duties a janitor would do.  She didn’t mind; it was a way of being respected, a way of helping out.
	The twenty-five year old novice nun enjoyed her work, she had plans to work with children, but the Church she had been assigned to was small and very few children there was.  But still, there were duties to perform and it was a step in the process.
	And try-try-try as she might, to be happy, elated, change of attitude, as the day waned on she could not shake the creepy feeling.  And it was more than the eyes of the Son of God watching her.  No one was at the Church, the hour was late but for the “special” visitor arriving on the morrow she wanted the Church to be neat and tidy.  Of who the visitor that was special was she didn’t know.  Some high dignitary she assumed.  Mother Superior was very mum about the arrival; she was also stern and never-ever smiled.
	Sister Anne was used to stern Mother Superiors.  She had been raised Catholic, attended Catholic churches, the Order, all of it.  All with a stern/strict Mother Superior.  Most were kind and not mean or nasty.  Of Mother Superior Margret—Sister Anne wasn’t sure.  The woman was “ancient”; she probably went to school with Moses!  But Sister Anne was holding her thoughts about Mother Superior—in her voice there was sternness but Sister Anne felt that there was also kindness.  Maybe not.
	After some cleaning here, straightening there, checking doors and picking up scattered leaflets and she knelt down to pray at the altar.  She was minutes into her prayer when—

*

	“Hey, Auggie, whattya want to do tonight?”
	Auggie, sneered, “Same thing as we do EVERY night—”
	“TRY AND TAKR OVER THE WORLD!” shouted his companions in unison.  The night was warm, dreary, drab, lifeless—much like the boys in the 1965 Cadillac convertible—blue in color.  Angus swigged (and choked) on a bottle of whiskey; Yuri toked on a joint; Auggie looked disgusted, and leader, Dooly Vargus, drove the ’65 Cad down Petesake Rd. with no particular destination in mind.  Living in a small town sucked.  Living in a town that was a part of farm land sucked worse.  Old people sucked.  The high school was lame—and sucked.  The nearest city was miles away—and that sucked.

	Like most small towns, Town rolled up the sidewalks when the sun went down.  There was a drive-in, the high school football field; no bowling alley or golf course—but no one was interested in those sports anyways.  Most teens antsy to do something went to the local swimming holes to cool off and party.  There wasn’t much outlet for releasing angst, being pent up in a small town—so trouble was always lurking.
	Dooly took a toke, then swigged down the offered whiskey.
	“We could go smashin’ mailboxes!” jeered enthusiastically Angus.
	“We could go let the cows loose!” chimed in Yuri.
	“We could go fuck your mother!” bitched angrily Dooly.
	Coming up to the railroad track and Dooly powered the big heavy politically incorrect car up and over the bump.  “Fuck.” he said, ‘no train.’
	“What about that Church?” spoke up Angus.
	The speedometer read 85.  The country road was a long one and one that was well known to twenty-four year old Dooly Vargus.  His passengers, Angus Millgun, Yuri Sackloff, and Auggie Nulmugger were all bored young adults.  Dooly was the oldest at twenty-five; Angus followed at twenty-three.  Yuri was a year younger and Auggie the youngest at twenty-one.
	“What about the church?” Dooly asked.
	“I dunno,” said Angus, “they got money, I hear.”
	Dooly pressed the accelerator down even more gunning the huge power plant even more.  The dial indicator touched 90.
	“They take in money every day.”
	Dooly mulled over the thought; then—
	“Sounds like a plan.”

	Just as she was reciting Our Father prayer and did Sister Anne become “aware” her not so being alone.  While remaining kneeling she turned her head just seeing four men standing just inside the archway.  That creepy feeling one gets when pending doom is nearing?  It just wasn’t on Sister Anne’s back of the neck but all over.  She seemed riveted to the floor unable to arise and face the doom.
	“I’m sorry, but we-we are closed.” She managed to blurt out—or she thought she did.  The Rosary in her hands trembled.
	Tense moments came—and went.  Sister Anne found trouble trying to stand, her knees wobbled and there was just no standing for her.  Luckily, the four intruders were there to help.  All four men shuffled to where the young novice nun was kneeling.  They spoke words but Sister Anne didn’t understand them—her fear distracted her to a state of petrification.
	“What do you want?” she finally blurted.

	Sister Anne could smell the whiskey on the men and fear once more began to consume her.  Two men on the right, two on her left.  They reeked of the Devil’s drink, talked roughly, and one was rubbing himself.  There was no one at the Church but Sister Anne…
	“Where’s the money, bitch?” asked one of the men gruffly.
	“There is no money here,” said Sister Anne trying her best to maintain herself, “all monies collected are taken daily to the bank.”
	This didn’t sit well with the four men, especially Angus who shoved her.
	“Fucking lying bitch!” he yelled.
	Sister Anne, although horrified, pushed herself up from the floor.
	“I am not lying, sir, we do not keep money on the property.”
	“Maybe she gots something better!” mouthed off Yuri.
	Auggie giggled; his one blue eye and one orange eye glared lustingly at the young woman.  He licked his lips, leered, and continued to rub himself doing so all the harder.
	Dooly mulled over the prospects; Angus looked around at the surroundings shaking his head; unlike other churches, the Naz Church was not ornately ornate.  It lacked a lot of “gold” figurines, candles, plates, or anything remarkable (or of interest to a thief.)
	The hour was late—and the Devil was awake!

*

	“Where’s the fuckin’ money?” yelled Angus.
	Sister Anne tried to gather herself; her fright was rising overcoming her.
	“There isn’t any money here.” she said trying to be as stern as Mother Superior.
	This only angered Angus.  He shoved the young novice (again) this time throwing her into Auggie who caught her and as he made way to stand her up copped a feel of her womanly breasts.  The nun’s breasts were, of course, concealed by the unwomanly dress she wore.  A nun’s wardrobe was drab and uniform revealing nothing of the woman beneath.
	Sister Anne took great umbrage at being fondled.  She gasped and fussed at the young man who took umbrage at her umbrage.  He sneered and made attempts at refondling when she slapped him.
	Dooly and the other men roared with laughter.
	Auggie grabbed the woman throwing her into Yuri.  Yuri chortled and thru the woman into Auggie who managed to grab her breasts and give them a good squeeze.  This only got the woman angry and she roughly fought back.  This only got the ire of the men.
	“Settle down, bitch!” bitched Yuri who held her firmly to himself.
	“Y’know,” said Angus, “since we can’t make a withdrawal,” he snarled, “maybe we can make a deposit!” and he stepped up rather close to the pissed off woman whose fright began to fade—replaced by fear.
	And then disgust as the man before revealed to her his manhood.
	At first she opened her mouth (in horror).
	“That’s right, bitch,” sneered Angus, “prepare for a deposit!”
	Then she closed it tight.
	“Oh no you don’t, cunt!” yelled sternly the man.
	Sister Anne thrashed her head—or at least tried to.  The strength of Yuri was pretty good—he was of a good sized man; standing tall he was beefy—in the arms mostly.  Working out at the warehouse hefting bags of corn, wheat, flour, and bales of hay, too, got the man not two meters tall a stocky build.
	Auggie slapped his cock against the woman’s face, poking her mouth mostly.  Sister Anne fought hard to keep her mouth closed; but the strength of the man was more—and the one holding her reached down and forcibly—roughly, grabbed a breast.  And with a powerful twist forced the young nun’s mouth open.
	Auggie jammed his cock into her mouth forcing an oral copulation.
	Sister Anne fought back thrashing about despite the powerful might of Yuri.
	Auggie slapped the woman and Yuri yanked her up to rough her up.
	Dooly slugged down more whiskey, looked around and hauled out his cock to piss in a flower pot.
	“DON’T YOU DARE!” screamed Sister Anne.  To which Dooly whirled around and struck the woman with the back of his hand.
	“SHUT UP!” he yelled.  And with blazing eyes (of the Devil) he whipped out his own cock, masturbated, swigged more whiskey, then tried to get into the woman’s mouth himself.
	Sister Anne nipped the head of the penis causing Dooly’s companions to roar with laughter and causing Dooly to be more enraged than ever.
	“FUCKIN’ BITCH!” he yelled and slapped her.  A huge red welt came to the side of her face.  She was fighting back until then.  Yuri wrestled with her and with Angus’ help managed to wrench her into a different position—a bent over one.  The men guffed as they fussed about getting the nun’s long dress up.  When they did—
	“Well, looky ‘ere,” smirked Yuri, “bitch aint got panties!”
	Sister Anne was going commando!
	The men howled; Sister Anne fussed and began to weep.
	Angus roughly yanked her garments up revealing that she wore no bra, either.  Getting her naked was a chore, the garment she wore was cumbersome and the woman in them a fighter.  A hard smack to her bare ass, though, settled her.
	Yuri held the fussy woman pinning her arms behind her back while Angus drove his hard prick into her mouth.  Auggie made way into her sex while Dooly contemplated his involvement.  The men howled and Sister Anne wailed.
	Pulling out of her mouth and Angus smacked the young nun’s face, then tried to fuck her nose, eyes, and back into her mouth.
	“You bite me, bitch,” warned the horrid man, “and you’ll fucking regret it!”
	Sister Anne didn’t necessarily “suck”; she didn’t clamp down on the foul cock in her mouth—it wasn’t overly needed as the same man had a handful of her short hair at the back of her head forcing her back and forth.
	The man called “Auggie” pulled out of her pussy and drove horrendously into her asshole.  This caused Sister Anne to scream as she had never before ever been so violated.  Auggie then began spanking the young nun, squeezing the cheeks hard as he drove his manhood in fully into her shitter.  The young nun thrashed about as she was tormented but her torment was only proverbially speaking—just beginning.

	Not far away—but  not close, Mother Superior Margret Bentherdonthat had been in deep contemplation.  Suddenly a creepy feeling enveloped her causing her stomach to tighten.  Closing her Bible she sat in silence, as she often did.  The hour was late—and something was amiss.
	Arising from her desk she clutched her rosary.  She could not shake the feeling of eerie creepiness compressing around her.  Quickly she made way out of her room and down the hall to where the other nuns slept.  All was well.  She smelled no smoke and heard nothing out of the ordinary.
	Outside and the air was—typical; a mix of honeysuckle, wild roses, cow dung.  The various wild herbs did little to overwhelm the offensive odors.  Nothing seemed amiss out there, either.  Looking over the garden her eyes fell upon the lone cow quietly chewing and bobbing her head.  Taking small steps, still clutching her beads (non anal) she came up to the cow.
	“All is well?” she asked in her ancient craggly voice.
	“Moooo.” replied the cow.
	Mother Superior sighed; all seemed well at the house of nuns.
	So what was it?
	Looking out over the fence her ancient eyes came to rest on the distant Church.  The released fertilizer soiling the air; Mother Superior wrinkled her nose at the offense.  Narrowing her eyes, dismissing the foul air,
	“The Church!”
	Gathering her dress she made quick steps to the car.

	The scene was a horrid one; Sister Anne, now totally naked save for her habit, was sucking the cock of Dooly Vargus while Angus Millgun fucked her pussy from behind.  The man also held her arms back while he pounded her; Yuri and Auggie were naked and masturbating up close to the distraught woman.
	Angus pulled out and was replaced by Yuri—who chose the alternate hole.
	Dooly pulled out of Sister Anne’s mouth, slapped her face with his cock and blasted her sweet face with his cum.  Angus chortled, “Here, bitch, taste your pussy!” and jammed his dick into her mouth.  With her arms free she tried to fend off assault but her arms had been pinned back behind her too long and there was no strength.
	Yuri laughed at what Angus had done and came around to the young woman’s face, “Here, cunt, taste your shit!” and jammed his not-so-clean cock into her mouth.
	The men howled.
	As the good sister retched nearly vomiting she was wrenched down to the floor.  Auggie struggled to keep her legs open while Angus prepared to mount her.  Yuri grabbed her wooden crucifix breaking it from her neck.  He then brought it to her pussy and began fucking her with it.
	The men howled.
	Dooly put himself onto her face placing his balls into her mouth; then, squeezing her titties hard distracted her long enough for Yuri to fully fuck the woman with the religious icon.  Then, with Auggie and Angus holding her legs back Yuri jammed the icon into her asshole.
	Angus then went on to slide his cock into her pussy and fuck until cumming.
	Yuri removed the wooden cross from the woman’s dirt chute—and jammed it into her pussy for a thorough fuck.  Turned on her side and Auggie boned her butt hole while the religious icon was jammed into her mouth.  The men each took turns raping and sodomizing the good sister, spanking her, peeing on her, raping and sodomizing her with the makeshift dildo before having enough of their fun.
	Dooly polished off the whiskey—then pissed into the holy water before sloshing his way out of the sanctuary to the car leaving Sister Anne naked and delirious on the Church floor.

	Mother Superior scowled as she saw the red convertible car leaving the Church.  The hour was late and the ominous feeling she had had all evening increased.  The huge station wagon she drove screeched to a halt.  The leaving car thundered out of sight at breaking speeds.  She mumbled something—unintelligible then exited the car and made for the Church.

	Upon entering the Church and seeing Sister Anne—she mumbled more unintelligible words.  Sister Anne was barely alive, conscious.  Mother Superior held her, prayed, consoled her.  Seeing the whiskey bottle, the torn clothing, the shattered woman, her words increased.
	Gathering the young woman she carried her to the Church car.  While driving to the hospital—
	“God, this is Mother Superior, you loyal servant.” Her aged fingers gripped the steering wheel, her neck muscles tightened.  “A grave dishonor has come.” She tried to keep her thoughts civil.
	“God!” she said at length, “Those hooligans!  You know what they have done.  Smite them!  Smite them down I say.  Smite them!” Mother Superior was a stern, strict, often unfriendly woman—but was well respected.  Bishops and Cardinals feared her.  Perhaps even God did not want to trifle with her.

	The speedometer touched 90.  The “bump” was coming, that uprise in the road at the railroad track.  The hour was late.  The men, Angus, Yuri, and Auggie, were howling, laughing, jostling one another as Dooly powered the big heavy Caddy down the rural road.
	“We gotta do that shit again!” yowled Angus.
	“I’ve found a new purpose in life!” chortled Yuri.
	Dooly pressed his foot down on the accelerator a little more pushing the Caddy to 98.  The train track was coming fast.
	“You know what you’d do if you were smart?” asked Auggie of Yuri.
	“No, what?”
	“I thought you’d wouldn’t know.” and he laughed while Yuri was left puzzled.  Angus, in the front seat with Dooly, toked on a fattie and passed it back.  The wind whipped around taking the doobie from their hands.
	“Dude,” said Angus, “doncha think you oughta slow it down?” Angus had a huge hunk of thick dirt brown hair and it was flying all around his face.
	Dooly, having thick 1950s “rebel” hair, shrugged, and mashed the foot pedal to the floor sending the big red convertible Caddy lurching.  The speedometer touched 100 mph on the round dial.  Angus shrugged.
	“That nun bitch was a hoot!” said Yuri.
	“We should have brought her with us!” Auggie decreed.
	The bump in the road was coming up fast.
	“She might have keys.” said Auggie yelling to be heard.
	“Keys?” asked Yuri.
	“Yeah, to offices and stuff.”
	“I need a fuckin’ drink, Doo.” said Angus.

	Dooly smiled, nodded,
	“Maybe we should go back.” He said turning his head so as to be heard by the others.  When he turned back to the road—

	Mother Superior pulled the big station wagon up to the emergency entrance of the hospital.  Just then there was an explosion far off.  Flames erupted into the dead of night.  Mother Superior slumped in her seat—satisfied.
	“Thank you, Lord.” she said.  Emergency personnel came running out to help and see what was the cause of the ka-boom.

	The southbound 2AM freight train had no chance to stop—the red convertible car had come zooming up too fast.  There were parts scattered everywhere for a thousand yards and more—not too mention the fact that it took a while for the 200 train car to stop.  The bodies of the car’s occupants were practically non-existent.
	The hour was late.