August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 31
And the Saga Continues
Acts of Evil

Whose woods these are…I-I don’t know
	Darkness came on quickly before the group reached the cabin.  August scooped up Mya as she began to hobble along the way.  The boy, Arthur, hobbled along, too, but August wasn’t carrying him.  They followed a trail that ran alongside Adder Creek.  Half an hour after dark fall they arrived at a miner’s shack.
	Made of tin, a cement floor, corrugated tin, some wood planks, the shack had stood the proverbial test of time—thru harsh winters and impressive summers.  Not much in furnishings within, a table, couple of chairs, and that was it.  There was a rock fireplace, one window by the front door and one window by the back door.  It was an oddly shaped structure having dimensions of 24 by 24.  It was cozy, though; there were pallets on the floor and was used quite often so woodsy critters were not apt to “move in.”
	August struck up a light; then, while Arthur held the lantern the fireplace was put to life.  Then he sized up the two naked woodsy kids.  As Arthur continued to hold the lantern, the gray haired stranger went over Mya’s body tending to her numerous scrapes and stickers.  He also plucked a tick that had embedded itself in her right butt check using a matchstick; the match was struck then extinguished then applied to the bulbous butt end of the tick.  The tick came out of the girl’s skin and was disposed of.
	Young Arthur had two ticks!
	With water from the nearby creek in an old miner’s galvanized pail the kids were washed up.  From a cache in the cement floor there was a burlap bag of consumables; dried meats and fruits specifically.  The woodsy kids were famished and the horrors that they had witnessed diminished.
	After shaking out the covers and well worn (used) sleeping bags Arthur and Mya settled down for a night’s sleep.  August Moone sat with them slowly “fixing” their minds totally washing their minds of the “horrors” they had witnessed.
	There were no clothes for the two so come the new morn they had to set out on their trek home as they were—naked.  They were lost—so it was so imprinted on their minds.  They had no memory of the “other” horrors—and Mya had no memory of her friend, Kassie!
	The stranger had told them to “go along the trail ‘till you come to where Silver Creek crosses your path.”  Then following Silver Creek right they would eventually come to a small dirt road.  The dirt road would take them to their town.
	Eventually.
	It would be another long day.
	At Silver Creek they turned “right”; they also spent some time splashing in the creek to cool their feet and bodies.  Arthur rather liked going about butt bare ass naked; Mya finally admitted that she did so also as well.
	At the country dirt road,
	“Did he say Left or Right?”
	Mya shrugged—she didn’t remember the man saying one way or another.
	Across from where they had emerged from the woods was a large open field; no buildings, no landmarks of any kind.
	“Well,” he drawled, “road goes somewhere!”
	Good point.
	They turned left, held hands, and walked in naked silence.

	Soon and the woods on their left gave way to flat land and large open meadows and fields.  And soon, too, a familiar smell came wafting to Arthur’s nose.
	“Ewewe,” scoffed Mya, “what the hell’s that smell!?”
	Arthur smiled, he knew.  Rome!  Rome the pig!
	“We’re home!” he shouted with glee.  Well, HE was home leastways.

	But after coming up to Rome’s sty and Arthur thought better of just waltzing in the front door of his home just a few hundred yards away.  The air was thick with heavy stink from the sty; the air was also heavily laden with mugginess.  Lots of open tracts of farm fields gave the air an oppressive weight.  Along with the stench of the sty were stink weeds and mint proliferating the sullen air.
	“What’s wrong?” Mya asked.
	“Well, think about it—we got a lot of explaining to do.” How come we’re naked?  Where the hell have we been? And so on.
	“Not to mention the fact that I have a maniac father.” No sooner than he would be in the door than he would be getting the belt to his bare skin.
	“So what’ll we do?”
	Arthur scrunched down thinking.
	It was too hot to think.
	“Let’s go back to the creek.”  Nog Creek; it was cooler, shaded by great elms and cottonwoods.  They could hide under the great cement culvert under the road and wait.
	At evening type time the two struck off for Arthur’s home again.
	Passing by Rome’s home and Mya was introduced to the huge lumbering oinker.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Mya.  “That’s a big pig!”
	In response and Rome grunted.
	Arthur clutched Mya’s hand taking her to his home.
	To the backyard they went and right as rain there was laundry out on the line.  Arthur more than anything wanted to go in as his mom had dinner on the table—fried chicken, black-eyed peas, corn, and biscuits.  But his “maniac” father would take the belt to him first so Arthur nixed the idea of barging in saying “Hi, I’m home!”
	Instead, he grabbed some jeans of his and a couple of shirts.
	They were a little stiff but fresh.  The shirt and jeans were his of course and did not overly fit well Mya’s smaller girlish body.  But she was clothed.  Still barefoot but oh well.  They then snuck off for the sheriff’s office.
	The trek was not a long one but in stiff clothes it was a bit of a chore.  The clothes loosened up a bit but still—“stiff as boards”, like his mom’s meatloaf!
	At the sheriff’s office and the kids were welcomed and taken to the local hospital for treatment.  All that they could report was that they had “gotten lost in the woods.”  Hospital staff and deputies surmised something more sinister had happened.  They were either repressing it or didn’t remember honestly or by some other means.
	Either way, they were safe and home.

	Arthur DID remember his father coming to the hospital and none to concerned about his son’s welfare.  After collecting his son and getting him home he was thoroughly thrashed (with a belt.)  So much so that the boy slipped out the window and went back to the sheriff’s office—showing off the belt marks to his backside and ass.  The sheriff himself arrested Arthur’s dad—it didn’t go well.  The man fought the law (but the law won.)
	The rest of what happened thereafter he kept to himself.	
	And the other members in the crazed fucked man’s van?  Kassie and the woman?  The woman’s body was found in an open farmer’s field just before the plow plowed her over.  Kassie’s body was never found.  Whether or not Mya ever remembered what had happened to her Arthur never knew—he never saw her again.  As for Arthur, yeah, eventually the terrors and horrors of the van experience and then the woods came to surface.
	Was that a good excuse for bare ass spanking his daughter, Kellie, as well as driving his cock up her backdoor?  He thought so.  When doing Kellie up her backdoor his mind often slipped back to those days in the van and woods.
	Then one day while he was laying his hands to her bare ass for fighting with her siblings, twelve year old Kellie got up on her bed she had been pressed against and worked off her panties.  She laid herself out, opened her legs, and seemed to be “inviting” her abusive father to fuck her.
	So he did.
	It was so fantastic—he did it again.  He adored his daughter—sexually speaking.  Kellie?  Not so much—in adoration of her bare ass spanking father.  But her allowing him to fuck her came with an ulterior motive.  Burying his manly fatherhood into his submissive daughter’s pre-teen quim was da bomb.  Whatever she wanted; a bicycle, vacation choice, extra allowance, no bare ass spanking for a week—or two.  Whatever she wanted.
	What she wanted was even more of a mindblower.
	“You know my friend, Debra Whattatree?”
	He did.  “Tall girl, braces, blond, laughs a lot?”
	“Yeah, her.”
	“And?”
	“She needs spanked.  Hard.”
	Apparently, Kellie didn’t like “Debra” getting so friendly with Kellie’s beau.  Debra, too, was getting the best part in an upcoming play.  There were other reasons all cumulating to Kellie seeing the girl naked and being harshly spanked.  And although Arthur desired more than anything to oblige his daughter—and his own sexually twisted desires he didn’t know how to pull it off.
	That was until daughter Kellie produced a small palm sized gadget.
	“Where did you get that?” Arthur said almost angrily.  “Do you know what that is?”
	Kellie nodded that she did.
	“You know my friend, Lane?”
	Arthur did.
	“Well, his dad’s a cop, works in the property-evidence room at the police station.” pause for dramatic effect.  “I asked him to get this for me.” And for the price of one blowjob, a titty feel, and a serious fingering of her pussy followed by a delightful handjob, the boy came thru.
	“It doesn’t really do much but stun the mind.”
	The “object” was palm sized, black, similar to a large computer mouse with thumb activated controls.  There were indicators indicating unit strength and not much else.  Arthur stared and stared at the object.  Then he stared and stared at his daughter.  She had given it a lot of thought and pre-planning to obtain the illegally-to-possess Device.
	There was something that Kellie didn’t know, though.
	The Device wasn’t necessary.  Not for Arthur.
*

Desert Life
	She was a cutey, no doubt about it.  Too cute for her own good!  Flaming red hair that was all curls; a bright shiny face that was all smiles; bright blue eyes, and so much more.  Sure she was young but to August it mattered little to not.
	He eyed her with caution, though, there were others about; teens and parental units.  He would bide his time.  After delivering a load of moonshine to some Indian (American) friends of his he moseyed to a desert town that was in between other desert towns for a bit o’ lunch.  The trek out to the hot-as-hell desert to deliver his hooch had taken a toil (or is that toll?) on himself and his ride—a cool 1970 American muscle car, a 1970 Dodge Challenger with a 440 power plant that putting the manual transmission gear into 1rst made it feel like the car was rearing backwards!
	Tugging on his chin thoughtfully, August eyed the delectable appetizer with some concern.  Parked at the only drive-in in the small desert town he noted that the only “security” was the one visible camera at the cashier’s window.  Other than that—nada.  There were two outdoor eating areas; one for smokers (and tokers) and the other for those who did not smoke (or toke.)
	Both eating areas were shaded but still, the desert air was a bit warm (105 degrees F according to the large oval outdoor thermometer on the drive-in’s wall.)  A small group of peoples were occupying both eating areas.  Behind the drive-in was—desert.  There was a small road for the garbage truck to come by and pick up the week’s worth of garbage; storage bins, and an emergency generator that hadn’t operated in many-many years.  Then a small wooden stake fence with some desert roses and shrubs.  Then desert.
	To the left of the business was a junkyard.  To the right, a second-hand store and other assorted business lining the one road thru the middle of the town.  Across the road was a large open tract of land and then the railroad.  There was a population of about 3,500 peoples.  August deduced that that number also included the horses, dogs, cats, goats, and rats.
	The little bright red haired girl held his attention.  She was soooo young, though!  But that face!  So sunny!  So bright!  He wanted more than anything to rub his cock against it and cum in her mouth!  Oh!
	Other than the five year old, there, too, was a pretty girl about eight.
	Then a Chinese girl about eighteen.
	And a little boy about five.
	Added to the mix (and security issue) were two cops; one a state patrol officer on motorcycle and the other a city cop from a nearby larger desert town.  Both were having lunch in the smoking section.
	August waited for opportunity.
	There was also a play area for the younger folk; a slide, sand box, stationary riding toys, swings, and a teeter-totter.  The kids were all playing there, running amok, not overly supervised.
	August waited for opportunity.
	Parked at an angle and in the shade of the overhang of the drive-in’s awning the oppressive heat was put somewhat at bay.  He began to fidget and become anxious.  A trait he did not like or care for.  He sighed, closed his eyes, and calmed himself.  The smell of barbeque ribs, seasoned fries, hamburgers all drifted into his senses.  That helped calm the Wanderer.
	The two youngest Targets were playing Hide-n-Seek and had come around the backside of the yellow stucco building.  August’s fingers tightened about the steering wheel of his ride.  The other Targets were close by with the eight year old getting upset that she couldn’t find the two younger ones.  So the eighteen year old Target began to search—encroaching closer and closer to danger.
	The Wanderer narrowed his eyes, held his breath, and began to enact his desires.  Through Time and Space had he been.  Terrible-terrible places had he gone to; horrible-horrible things had he seen.  But, also, there were tranquil places, serene, peaceful, magical.  Some places were too confusing to make sense of—so he didn’t.  For now, the Here and Now would suffice.
	Trickles of sweat rivered down his neck.  Opportunity—opportunity had come right to his door!  The little flaming curly red haired Target had come right up to his car!  Quickly and did August check the positioning of the other Targets and potential security risks.
	It was unbelievable.  Unconscionable.  Inconceivable!  To be able to acquire his Desires and scamper away.  No chase ensued.  The police scanner he had in his car gave no indication for worry.  (being a moonshine runner it was wise to be so equipped with extraordinary communication.)
	First he moseyed carefully (and within speed) down the middle of the desert town.  Then he hooked a U-ey at the junction turn-off and returned all the way down the middle of the desert town driving right past the drive-in!  There did seem to be some scurrying of parental units and the two police officers were talking to some.  As soon as August crossed the railroad tracks just out of town limits—he hit the gas.

	Some ten miles down the two-lane desert road and he relaxed.  Keeping a check on the rearview mirror and an ear tuned to the police radio and an eye on the road ahead the miles clicked by for another twenty.  Then he was at the turn-off to a mining town.  His desires, though, were mounting.

	Flintburg; a rustic seriously “one-horse town”.  It was a mining town, a gold mine was southeast of the town and the town’s population was less than 300.  But there were the tourists who enjoyed old west towns so that helped the economy some.  In the middle of the week, though, the tourists weren’t that many.  August moved thru the town’s one road lined with old saloons, an old west jail, ramshackled homes, touristy shops, and the like to the very far end where tourists didn’t congregate or even mosey to.
	August had a house here—er, a shack.  With a barn.  The barn was more important than the shack.  The barn hid his deep purple Challenger, along with extra moonshine, tools, some weapons, clothes, and more importantly—a root cellar.
	In some parts of the US country the root cellar was called a basement or simply a “cellar.”  It was a room under the house.  The “shack” was of wood and corrugated tin; it had a small front porch and a bit of a back porch looking out to barren hills.  Once inside the barn that served as a garage AND the barn doors closed—August sighed relief.
	The heat was terrible—inside and out.  Out of the car he hustled his now Subjects; five year old Sadie with the super curly flaming red hair, eight year old Hailey with long brown hair that went clear to her delicious tight butt!  There, too, was the eighteen year old, a Chinese girl, Keiko.  Also, the five year old boy, Ben.
	None of them were related—just family friends touring the state on vacation.
	August carried Sadie to the cellar door.
	‘Follow me.’ he minded to the others.
	The “others” did so.  They were mindless having their impressionable minds frapped by August’s unique mind altering abilities.  As he had “wandered” thru Time and Space he had “acquired” the nifty abilities normal that of Devices.  Like Arthur (whom we will get back to here shortly) the use of a handheld electronic mind altering device was not needed or required.
	In the cellar it was cool—much cooler than the stifling air above.  Bare bulbs illuminated the dreary room; not much in the way of furnishings—some army cots with single mattresses, an old-old wooden desk w/chair, and a few odds and ends like a pail, wooden buckets, lanterns, picks and axes, and shelves upon shelves of canned goods.  Jars and jars of old-old foodstuffs no longer identifiable.
	The Subjects were directed to the cots to sit.  August continued to hold little Sadie.  That face!  He adored that face!  Then he adored her little body!  And after adoring her with his ancient eyes he maneuvered her so as she was somewhat cradled in his arms.  She wore a loose fitting summery multicolored tank top—hues of red on a peach-like background.  She also wore a short dark red short-short kiddie style red skirt.  Perfect.

	August slipped a hand up under the skirt whereas he could take a gander at the child’s underwear—which was basic white, form fitting, with red flowers all over them.  August smiled and slipped a finger inside the crotch of the undies pulling them to one side.  A longer gander was taken eyeing her beautiful virgin smooth pussy.
	Casting an eye to the eighteen year old,
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	His minding powers were good; strong, hard, and deliberate.
	Keiko stood; she seemed confused and unsure but undone her western style short sleeve shirt and dropped it onto the floor.  Not a raving beauty but she had charm just the same; raven jet black hair that rich and full and down to her shoulders.  Down came her jeans and after being instructed to ‘remove shoes’ she slipped out of the jeans to stand in her lavender bikini panties and matching bra.
	August clung to the child in his arms.
	‘Take off your underwear.’ He said smoothly, calmly, forcefully.
	Keiko cocked her head, blinked, and seemed more confused than ever.  But slowly, then, she undone her bra (which was with a clasp in the front rather than back) then shucked her panties.
	August eyed the girl’s hairless muffin.  That amused him.  Not many girls shaved their poons.  It pleased him and he had the girl come to him.  On her knees he then had her take his cock he had recently freed from his jeans.
	‘Do you know how to suck a guy’s cock?” she was eighteen so it was kind of a given.
	“Yes.” she answered truthfully.
	‘Suck me, then.’
	There was slight hesitation but the girl took the “offering” and proceeded to please the man even more.  Meanwhile, Sadie was fingered until such a time as August’s cock swelled in Keiko’s mouth the desires mounted pushing August to sliding Sadie’s panties off.  Then off came her skirt followed by her top.  The naked little wonder was even more incredible butt bare ass naked.
	Keiko did sure enough “know how to suck”.  She did a fine job.  
	Maneuvering the child in his arms again he had her in an infant cuddle.  Here he once more ogled Sadie’s ultra smooth cunt.  Keiko continued to do a fine job on his cock.  He felt his balls swelling and an explosion was imminent.  His desires were raging; he looked over the eight year old, Hailey and then the little boy, Ben.
	His fingers diligently massaged the child’s cunny—enthusing his cock to the point whereas it did explode filling the teenager’s mouth and causing the Wanderer to groan satisfaction.  Of course, that satisfaction would have been ten-fold had it been done in her pussy.
	‘Virgin?’ he asked of the teen.
	“No.”
	‘Boyfriend?’
	“Yes.” But also young boys she sometimes babysat for.
	August smiled and more earnestly massaged Sadie’s poon.
	Laying Sadie out on one of the other cots he parted her legs and began licking her out.  Tonguing lashing pussy was a fav of his; usually hairless by age.  Teen pussy was good and some young adult, but adolescent pussy was the best choice!  His whole mouth encompassed Sadie’s snatch.  With his slicked up fingered from the juices thereon he made entry into her equally virginal asshole.
	Another explosion was close.  The gray haired traveler of multi dimensions rose up and slowly began gliding his engorged manhood against her smooth slobbered on vagina.  Although the child’s mind was essentially “locked” she had some awareness of her surroundings.  She made faces, grunted, groaned, and whimpered but otherwise was calm.
	No penetrations did the Wanderer make; he sated himself with grinding, poking and jabbing until once more exploding a healthy load of man spunk.  He then had Keiko came hither and “lick it clean.’  As she did so, August moved up on the cot flopping his penis against Sadie’s sweet innocent face.
	‘Take off your clothes.’ He directed his attention to the others, Hailey and Ben.  Neither, though, reacted.  August was overextended in his minding abilities.  With a sigh he directed, then, Keiko to undress the children.  She complied well enough and August worked his cock into Sadie’s mouth.

	Morals?  Never had August heard of them.  They got in the way.  After pleasuring himself (in Sadie’s) mouth he turned his attention back to Keiko.  She enthralled him and into her young boy hungry cunt he went delving.  The groove was receptive and a nice fuck soon ensued.  As he humped he took note of the boy, Ben.  He was five and there was something odd about his penis.
	It had no crown!
	The lad’s dinky was normal in length for a five year old boy but there was no “head.”  It was a torpedo!  His attention went back to Keiko; her face, her soft ski-slope titties, her delightfully snug fitting cock pleasing cunny.  It was more than a simple fuck—it was lovemaking!
	A massive load of spunk was delivered into Keiko’s cunt.  The release was tremendous and released a tremendous amount of pleasure causing the Deliverer to shudder and near convulse!
	That was some good pussy!
	Rivers of cum spilled out of the girl’s spillway.  August withdrew and rested his smoldering dong against the teen’s cum covered cunt.
	“WHEW! he exclaimed uncharacteristically.
	His energy all but spent, now, he flopped onto the cot beside the teen and rested.  Thru Time and Space he had gone.  As his eyes closed for some blissful sleep the dreams began to stir.  Slinging his head he sat bolt upright.  The dreams always ended badly.  Terrible things were the dreams; remembrances of his trek thru Time and Space.  He cared not to remember them.  So, back to the business at hand.

	Curious about young Ben’s “torpedo” dick, August fondled the boy, enjoyed his tender nuggets, then coaxed young Sadie to suck him.  As she did so he “enjoyed” her, too!  His cock went sailing all over the youngster’s lovely lily white ass.  Up and down the crack and poking the super tight very-very virginal pooter hole.  He then had Keiko lick it while Hailey sucked his cock.	
	Then he sodomized Sadie.
	It wasn’t easy—that super tight very-very virginal pooter hole was resistant to his desire.  But his desire would not be denied.  His man cock, though, was fairly larger in diameter than the five year old’s hole.  Regardless of how much slobbering Keiko and Hailey had done the need of anal lube was required.
	Still, though, penetration was not straightforward.
	August took his time.  Getting the head of his cock into the young one’s hole took a little time but once he had been successful with that the rest would follow.  The “rest” being his shaft.  More anal lube was needed.  Spreading the child’s cheeks he admired the nakedness—as well as the others.  There was no desire to actually harm the girl—his cock was really too big to enter her.
	So he had Ben come hither and do the job for him while he shoved his aching smoldering fuck stick into Keiko.  Her asshole specifically.  The hole of the teen was just as tight fitting as the child’s hole but penetration was more of a go than not.  Keiko’s “awareness” was moderate and skillfully did August allow the others to also be “aware” of their situation.
	Pumping steadily he concentrated on the others.  The desire to butt fuck the little girl was still with him.  She was soooo cute!  So was the eight year old Hailey.  Little Ben hadn’t lasted long in his butt fucking of Sadie.  His little puddling was a little “soiled”; August scooped up Sadie’s panties and cleaned the lad’s schlong.  Then, while still stuffing Keiko’s ass he had the boy go into the girl’s mouth.
	Hailey laid out with her legs spread wide.  This helped August maintain a steady butt hump.  It was awkward and all kinds of clumsy but Benjamin Vexhex got into Keiko’s groove.  The boy’s dong slipped out—often.  At length and the boy was put to fucking Hailey—the proper way with the girl on her back and the boy on top.
	It was still awkward but with proper schooling the fucking commenced and August got his nut.  Keiko’s hole was well fucked and the man who had traveled thru time and space pressed the teen against a cot and spanked her.  Not too hard but enough to turn her ass a shade of red that pleased him.
	Using his finger he probed Sadie’s asshole.  As the child lay on her backside he raised her legs and shoved his finger into her tight cornhole.  His cock ached so.  But his cock was just too big.  Still,
	Tonguing out the child’s cunt (and asshole) continued to enthused the time traveler.  Engulfing her pussy whole thrilled him and he had both Hailey and Keiko suck him.  He worked his finger into her asshole more and more until he was able to get two fingers in.  It was progress.
	Cum overflowed Keiko’s mouth.  He wanted to hold off and spew his load into Sadie’s shitter but it didn’t make it.  Once the cum flow began there was no stopping.  He humped the girl’s face then fucked Hailey’s mouth and face to finish off.  Ben was brought over to stuff his dinky into Sadie’s holes; pussy and asshole and back and forth.

*

More life (in the desert)
	Obsession was nine tenths his being.  Some folk are obsessed with obtaining as much money as possible—any way possible.  Some want large families.  Some want peace and tranquility.  Others find obsessions with washing their hands, hearing gossip (and then spreading it around), others are obsessed with gaining fame, achieving lofty goals in a company.
	August Moone was obsessed with—with—he couldn’t rightly put his finger (or dick) on it.  Young stuff.  True, there were cute teenage girls that were more apt to be suitable—if not fuckable.  Still illegal if not immoral.  But it was the young girls, girls ten and under that drew him and got a rise in his loins.  Young girls had nice adoring butts and gracious smiles.
	Sadie’s asshole finally gave way to August’s probing meaty prong.  It took a little doing, some anal grease, fingering, tonguing, Ben’s torpedo dick, and dire determination on August’s part to make it happen.  But it happened and August slowly enjoyed the demise of virginity.
	Satisfied to some extent it was time to release the crew.  There was a bit o’ rest, first; sleep was a very big necessity for a Time Traveler.  Thrashing about thru Time and Space took a toll on the body—and mind.  He found favor in each of the subjects, though.  Sadie tugged at his cock string; he had fully entered her tight asshole and humped a good hump until filling said hole with his love cream.  The act drained him and he determined to “fill” her other holes, too.
	Done.
	After the rest break he resumed activities—taking his manhood into Hailey’s cornhole and cornholing her butt but good!  Like with Sadie, Hailey’s hole was super de duper tight!  But with anal lube and that “dire determination” it was a done deal.  The girl was lovely—as were they all.  A small frame, lovely long silky brown hair, lily white body, innocent about her body and others.
	A little spanking of Hailey and August turned his attention to Keiko.
	The eighteen year old held him as much as the two younger subjects did.  It was because she was Asian—although that did play a part.  She was somewhat of age but there was more to her that enthralled August.  Her round face, her eyes, her creamy skin, her delicious ski-slope titties!  He enjoyed sodomizing her and spanking her thereafter.
	Unlike other Main Characters previous, August wasn’t so much into “boys.”
	He acquired “boys” for them to break in “girls.”  He enjoyed seeing young boys naked, true, but he enjoyed seeing said boys fucking young girls!  He did spank the boy but not hard.  He did fondle the boy’s hairless nuggets and found himself preoccupied with the lad’s torpedo dick.
	All three girls were conscripted into sucking the boy’s slick/slender cock.  August cleaned his dick then plunged it into Keiko’s pussy for a hellacious five minute fuck.  He had no more to give thereafter and needed another rest break.
	Afterwards and Hailey sucked his cock bringing him to a delightful orgasm—of which Hailey coughed, sputtered, and commented “Ewewewe!  That’s so gross!”  August smiled then spent several minutes fingering her pussy, rubbing his cock up and down her slit, then entering her therein.
	Unable to cum he spanked the girl and watched closely as Ben fucked her and Sadie sucked his cock.  Keiko lay out fingering herself enthusing August continually.  Many minutes later and he was plunging well into Hailey’s young slit successfully cumming off at last.
	There was little in the way of penetrating the youngest Subject.  Gliding his cock up and down, plunging the head of his manhood into her sex, and then ejaculating all over (and in) the young girl’s pussy.  He was satisfied and after she and the other girls sucked him clean as well as Hailey and Keiko licking clean his splooge spill on the young girl’s quim they were deposited in various locales throughout the desert city.  Hours later and he was sighting in on two new Subjects.
	Parked across the 4-lane street munching on a burger he carefully eyed the pair.  They were about twelve years young.  The girl wore a short mid-thigh length dress with knee length white leggings.  White sandals, too.  Long middle-of-the-back strawberry blond hair.  Long limbs, small round face, possible nice butt—but hidden by the dress negated detail.
	The boy with her had short curly brown hair.  It was noticed when the girl paused to look into a jewelry shop’s display window that boy seemed to check out the girl’s backside—specifically her butt area.  Could have been innocent.  Could have been.  He did stand pretty close to her.  The girl’s dress also negated if she had any titties worthy of ogling.
	The girl had a box of popcorn and they shared a large soda.  They had just come from seeing a movie at the nearby theatre.  The girl paused again at another window; a toy shop this time.  The boy seemed—antsy.  August smiled and determined the boy was probably horny.
	After crossing a cross street they paused at a restaurant—and the girl blatantly scratched an itch—her butt crack!  It was quick but still.  Whether or not the boy was aware of the act wasn’t known—he was reading the outdoor menu shaking his head.  The Daily Menu was all about seafood and apparently not to his liking.  After pausing a moment longer the two continued onward with the boy finally summoning up some courage and taking the girl’s hand.
	She wasn’t opposed.  There was a look of startle from the girl but she smiled and the boy gushed.
	A dress shop paused the two once more with the girl oohing and ahhing the pretty garments on display.  The boy shifted his weight and checked out a noisy motorcycle on the next cross street.
	It was a nice sunny day; Summer type time in a small town USA with a generous population just under ten thousand with most in the town itself and the rest spread out in the desert on farms and ranches.  Also remote dwellers and even more remote small-small-small towns.  One of which we’ll be visiting here shortly.
	But first!
	Remember; i before e except when you run a feisty heist on a weird beige foreign neighbour

	Strangely, Jack and Jillian were easily swayed by August’s amazing mind altering powers.  The boy, Jack, and the girl, Jillian, climbed into August’s ’69 and settled in having some awareness of their doing so.  Jillian was confused but willing to go along with whatever was going to go on.  Jack was not confused and seemingly more than willing to go along with whatever was going to go on.
	Farm fresh kids—for a desert setting.
	As August came thru the last intersection of the desert town exiting,
	‘Take your pants down.’ directing his command to Jack first.
	The boy hurriedly undone his brown trousers and pushed them down—much to the shock and awe of the girl.  She seemed concerned moreover than being shocked.  Her face WAS round, small nose, beautiful brown eyes, and from what August could tell—small round apples for titties.
	‘Take YOUR pants down.’
	Jillian cocked her head and seemed perplexed—but she was unable to resist the Time Traveler’s minding abilities and she slowly pushed down her whitish leggings.  Jack seemed bewildered and locked his eyes on Jillian’s garment at her ankles.
	August debated returning to his shack and the basement.  There were other places to carry out his shenanigans.
	‘Relax.’ he minded to the pair and gunned the big heavy American car on down the desert road.  There was a destination in mind—pretty remote.  Jack and Jillian remained calm (and quiet) the whole way.  Which was twenty miles out of the desert town to an off-road off the road.  The off-road was smooth—for the first five miles then it got a little rough.
	It also went under a HUGE water pipe.  The pipe carried water from the northern part of the state to the southern part.  Then five miles past that, across a dry wash, up a small hill, up another small hill, almost bottoming out on another hill, they came to a remote spot suitable for “shenanigans.”
	The area was surrounded by rustic very rocky hills.  One hill had a protruding corrugated tin roof supported by old wooden mining beams.  Scattered about the ground was old mining equipment; tools, shakers, engine parts, tires, and so on.  The mine—past the tin roof, had been abandoned in the 50s, restarted in the 60s, abandoned again in the 70s, resurrected in the 80s, then went dormant and remaining so thereafter.
	Clouds had come up putting the oppressive heat at bay.
	‘Get out.’
	Jack and Jill climbed out—minus their shoes and pants.
	The kids were directed into the mine were just a few feet in and the air temp was decidedly welcomingly cooler.  Jillian’s dress top was long, mid-thigh length.  As she walked into the mine August minded to her, ‘remove your dress.’
	She did so and both man and boy eyed the girl as she walked in front of them in her pink brief type panties.
	‘Takes off your panties.’
	Jillian paused, put a curious look on her face, then lowered her panties.
	“Ever see a girl naked?” August asked of Jack.
	The boy shook his head, No.
	It was a given that he wanted to.  He was twelve and a typical normal boy.
	He wasn’t a masturbator, though—and sometimes his dick got hard at the
 damnedest times!  Morning wood, in the shower, in class, holding Jillian’s hand. 
They were not “officially” boyfriend/girlfriend and young Jack wasn’t sure as to
how to go about it.  She was soooo pretty!

	Jack slipped down his undies and stepped out of them revealing his near lily white skin—and his fully erect four inch cock was impressive.  Now it was Jillian’s turn to gawk.  Her pretty brown eyes locked steady on to Jack’s schlong—then she locked onto August’s cock as he had stripped off his clothes and stood butt bare ass naked amongst them.
	Jillian had indeed small apple sized titties concealed in a non-bra tube top-like wrap.  Jack’s eyes, though, were locked onto the girl’s naked pussy.  He had never-ever seen a girl naked, not even little-little girls.  His breathing was labored as he admired the potential girlfriend’s cunny.
	“Ever suck a guy’s cock?” he had to ask.  He didn’t think so but he had to ask.  To his surprise,
	“Yes.” she answered.
	“Who?”
	A cousin, “David.”  He was a year older and came to visit one summer.  They went skinny dipping in the family backyard pool—in the dead of night and during the day when no one was home.  While swimming they got a little silly and engaged in sex.  Well, oral.  No vaginal, no anal.
	So, on her knees on the discarded clothing she performed orally on Jack.
	And then August.
	Neither was the girl overly opposed in doing.  There was concern and more confusion—but the Time Traveler had a marvelous lock on the girl’s mind and she dutifully and beautifully performed to act was satisfying results.
	Jack had never been so thrilled.  It was his first blowjob and he wanted another one, then another, and then another.  It was like a drug!  Jillian was pretty good for an amateur.  She didn’t gag, though, or even make a face.  The pretty girl who had sucked her cousin the previous year (when she was nigh but eleven) sucked and sucked well.  When she latched onto August’s schlong the boy was slyly directed to go to his knees “behind the girl” and rub his slobbered on dick all over the girl’s ass.
	Somehow and August maintained himself (from stepping out of his usual calm demeanor and ravaging the girl’s body!)  He did pull out of her mouth and skull fuck her, though.  Thereafter she was laid out on the clothes; knees up and parted.  Young Jack was beside himself as he stared at the totally naked girl’s quim.  A bit of pre-cum seeped out of his piss slit and if he touched it—it would surely fire off straightaway.
	The sound of motorcycles temporarily got August’s attention.  The noisy machines faded and he resumed his corruption of Jack and Jill(ian).  Which was easy—especially for Jack who was more than willing to “get laid.”  The concept of “getting laid” was elusive and confusing but suffice it to say he knew that it involved fucking.
	As Jack “got busy” with the humping—and seriously liking it—his benefactor rubbed (his hand) on the boy’s humping butt.  Jack barely was aware.  His mind was in full blown mode as he had his first sexual experience.  August smacked the boy’s ass—still didn’t get a rise of head out of him.  The boy’s concentration was solely on the task at hand—fucking.
	But it was a short fuck—two minutes tops.  Of course, he was already ready to fire from the beginning.  He made a satisfying “ahhhhh” sound and his young mind was totally flambasted.  He was stunned.  Pulling out and he shot out even a bit more cum.
	Jillian had been a virgin—the evidence was on her fresh fucked freshly broken in cunny and a bit on Jack’s schlong.  Using her panties and August cleaned the girl’s cunny—then entered her therein himself.
	A nice snug cunt.  That was one thing with young girls—they were usually virginal.  Usually.  Not always—but usually.  August took his time; pulling out to hump the girl’s slit then delving back in to finish the deed minutes later.
	He took his time and relished in it.
	As he reeled in the afterwards the motorcycles he had heard earlier returned.
	They were closer.
	August hated interruptions.
	Dressing he slipped out of the mine sighting in on a pair of motorcyclists on top of a nearby hill.  They were pointing in a far off direction—well, one was pointing one way and the other was pointing the other way.  August waited—then watched as one of the riders dismounted his bike and fumbled about unzipping his one piece motorcycle outfit.  Then, while the other rider remained on his bike, the first rider peed.
	The one on his bike shook his head.  The one peeing did so as well—his cock head.  As he peed he playfully swirled the member around and somewhat masturbated.  The one on his bike continued to shake his head—then he removed his green protective helmet and was not a guy but a gal!
	Hmmmm
	And a young gal, too!
	About twelve.
	The sister of the one who was blatantly playing with himself whilst he peed.
	A conversation was ensuing—interrupted by the unusual breeze that had suddenly struck up.
	“—kick your ass sees you!” said the girl.
	“Dad aint here!” piped the boy.
	The girl swung a leg over the seat of her bike.  Her brother continued to pee and play with himself.  His cock got hard.  As some clouds that had been lingering about earlier began to gather closer the boy peeled down his suit.
	“Don’t you gotta pee?” smarked the boy.
	The girl didn’t answer but fussed with her thick rich full of life jet black hair.  She was a cute thing, strong Italian features.  She watched as her brother blatantly pleased himself.  But there was no indication that she was going to strip down to relieve herself—much to her brother’s disappointment.
	August watched them—he was a little out of range, though, for enacting any minding abilities.  And stepping out from the shadow of the mine’s tin roof would give him away.  He had the Invisibility Ability—but the last time he enabled that ability he got a little sick, disorientated, and sent flurrying on some wild madcapped adventure he had yet to make sense of.
	Then Jill came wandering out.
	She came, naked, confused, and bumped into him startling him.
	Naked Jack was right behind her.
	‘Go back inside, lay down.’ he minded to them both and smacked Jill on the ass.  The girl looked to him cocking her head and exhibiting a lot of confusion conveying “who the hell are you?” but she did do as she was told.  Jack followed.
	Up on the hill, the boy was laughing as he openly jerked his gherkin.  The girl?  Not so much.  She DID watch him, though.
	‘Take your suit off.’
	The Subject looked around as if someone were indeed talking to her.
	August had to duck back a little lest he be soon too soon.
	The girl looked down the hill and saw the car.
	Distance—200 yards (183m).
	August’s best ability to mind trap someone had so far been 150 yards (137m).  Thinking thoughtfully and knowing that he had tickled the girl’s mind he tried again.
	‘Take off your suit!’ he minded with a little more umph.
	The girl looked startled.
	The boy was still happily jerking off.
	Slowly and did Clarissa push her cumbersome protective outdoor motorcycle one-piece suit down.  She wore a simple tee-shirt and bicycle shorts underneath.  Her brother watched her.
	“Alright, Clarissa!”
	The girl still exhibited great confusion—but it was controllable.
	With the heat of the desert being what it was—HOT—it was best to move operations someplace cooler.  Although she had just pushed her suit down she was minded to pull it back up and then make her way down the hill.  Her brother, Toby, followed.  August minded the pair into the mine where it was much more cooler—and secure.

	The newcomers kicked off their shoes then once more stripped off their motorcycle suits.  The boy cocked his head staring at the two other kids laying down nearby.
	“What the—?”
	Clarrisa was oblivious to the two other kids—her young mind swirled in a mystic sea of rainbow colors, prancing unicorns, and dragons playing flutes.  This made it easy for August.  With her mind vexed her subconscious followed the commands following—
	‘Take off your shirt and panties.’
	Done!
	Her brother Toby required little in mind dinking; his mind was on the desert, riding his bike, being chased by naked vixens that were out of focus.  There was more but it got confusing; something about being a spy, chasing a nymph who was a shape shifter, and vying to the world’s best super hero (who was a spy!)
	The boy peeled off his clothes and still with a nice hard-on.
	‘Do you and your sister fool around?’ sexually speaking.
	No, not really.  August was able to “see” into the boy’s mind; in the bathroom they shared in the mornings and at nighttime the pre-teen lad sneaked his cock out and rubbed it on his sister’s ass.  She was willing—usually pushing her panties down to really let him have a go.
	When they were home alone they sometimes went naked dashing about the house.  Sometimes she played with his cock like he did.  But that was it—no oral, no anal, no fingering.  Toby very muchly wanted to do something with his sister; to his sister.  He was unmindful of “up the ass” (anal.)  All he wanted to do was get into her groove.  The consequences?  He didn’t worry about the consequences.  If jerking off felt so good then doing a girl in her pussy had to be ten times as good!
	Yep!
	It wasn’t Clarissa, though, who got Toby to feel so good—ten times over, but one of August’s first Subjects—Jill.  With no hesitation the usually timid girl took holt of the boy’s erection and “pleased” it with her own hand.  Then her mouth.  Schooled in the fine art of manipulation she cupped Toby’s barely hairy balls and sucked his cock like a pro!
	To say the least and Toby Dillus was freaked.
	For Clarissa—er, or Jack, the naked motorcyclist firstly sat on the boy’s dick.  No penetration, she just squashed his beef and grinded her bald pussy against it.  The view was amazing—for August who was viewing.
	Soon and Toby was creaming into Jill’s mouth.  Jack was creaming, too.
	August, being the one in charge, waggled his weenie into the girls’ mouths, then all over the sweet young innocent faces.  Enthused and barely able to contain himself he had Toby put his aching willing cock to his sister.
	After she was broken in and the boy’s mind was totally-totally frapped, Jack put his cock to the girl followed by August himself.  Both boys reeled high from the sexual deed.  They were willing to do anything.  That thought line could go a long way but August was satisfied with having them fuck the girls.
	It mattered not (to the boys) who they fucked; their girlfriend or sister.  It mattered not if they got a simple blowjob coupled with a handjob or ramming their dongs into the girls’ crap chutes.  Pussy won out overall and was indeed ten times better than hand jerking (or a blowjob!)

What happens in the desert—usually had something to do with alien involvement
	He had fucked an eighteen year old girl once.  A couple of fifteen year olds, too.  Thirteen year old girls were da bomb, though!  Twelve year olds (and younger) held a special place in his being.  Thoroughly and did August fuck Jill and Clarissa.  And whilst he boned one girl the boys, Jack and Toby fuck the other.	
	Pussy was NOT just pussy.  Every pussy was different; regardless of age.  A girl’s quim gave pleasing pleasure most high!  (and thirteen year olds were about the best in that measure!)  Jill’s tender twat pleased him greatly.  His cock snuggly snugged into the girl’s sex; with his cock swelling the pussy was filled to capacity.
	Cupping her ass cheek as he plowed her his fascination was steady-on.
	The girl’s face, her smallish breasts, her delightful cock pleasing cunt held the Time Traveler’s attention long after he had cum.  Fondling her breasts as his cock lay against her well broken-in cunny the man adored the girl.  There were many girls he had boned whom he would like to keep.  There were many girls who touched his heart (and cock!) that warmed his heart.  Jill was one such.
	So was Clarissa.
	After sinking his prick into the motorcycle girl he found adoration in her as well.  His cock was beginning to ache, though, distracting his attention.  The girl had amazing looks, incredible features, a loveliness that was seldom matched in others.  He made slow love to the girl, creamed in her pussy, then lay partly on the girl kissing her deeply and very passionately.
	Neither Jack or Toby received the Time Traveler’s cock.
	The brother and sister dressed and returned to the top of the hill; August fired up his ride (with Jack and Jill in the backseat) and moseyed back to town where shortly before midnight he dropped them off in front of a police station.  Then he motored out of town to another desert town; he had more moonshine to deliver and there was always another adventure just down the road.

	Pung
	Sitting at the counter of “Dubs Desert Country Store” sipping soju and mindlessly swirling an overcooked French fry in heavily spiced ketchup, Pung Je Woo was restless.  Seldom was he not.  He was waiting; for a friend and some sort of opportunity to enlighten his dreary mood.  Dub wandered back behind the counter occasionally filling Pung’s glass with the Korean hooch.  Other than Dub and Pung, there were no other Koreans in the desert town.  Heck, there were hardly anyone at ALL in the desert town.
	The town was not popular with tourists; it was not a mining town.  It WAS, however, remote and way-way out of the way.  One road led into the town, there was the general store having a post office.  There was a gas station with service station attached.  No school, no church, no dance hall.
	As many as fifty peoples called the town home.  They were scattered out in trailers, mobilehomes, and manufactured homes as well as one couple who had a bunker.  There, too, was no police/sheriff’s office.  The nearest town bigger having a church, school, dance hall, sheriff’s office was thirty miles away.
	The fifty peoples who called the desert town home wanted to be there.  And not all were seniors wanting to retire to someplace quiet and out of the way.  There was a mix of peoples; a book writer, a painter, and peoples fed up with general society.
	Pung Je Woo was in his late thirties.  He was a former city dweller who found solace in the desert.  He sought adventure—and it found him!  A friend was due to be along so he waited.  The Korean drink was “ok”; but after years of drinking the homeland brew he desired a stronger drink.
	With the desert store the only place being the locals came not just to buy food and drink and check mail but to socialize.  As Pung sipped and waited for his friend bringing some “fire water” in came a cutey, Mindy.  The happy-go-lucky blond hair ten year old had had Pung’s attention for a long time.  She was very friendly, charming, and so much more!  Behind her came her mother, Nancy.
	Pung had thoughts (evil thoughts) about her, too.
	As the mother/daughter team chatted with some of the other locals, Pung casually made his way to the old style soda ice box.  This gave him a viewing of Mindy that was absolute.  Today she was clad in a light powder blue kiddie style bib overall with a pinkish shirt.  Other than Mindy there were no other “children” in Dustwood.  There, too, no other teens in the remote desert town save for Melvin Grabitt.  He was thirteen—and usually bored out of his skull.
	The lone teen had his eyes on the young girl, too.
	Hmmm

	‘if you could FUCK Mindy—would you?’
	Melvin, standing at the Rocket Man pinball machine, looked around wildly but didn’t see who was talking to him.  Like August, and some other Main Characters, Pung Je Woo had nifty minding abilities.  Alien enhanced and alien infused.
	‘would you like to see Mindy—naked?’
	Again, Melvin looked around wildly.  He was an average boy, missed the city terribly, sandy brown hair (and lots of it), and looked the typical teen of the 1980s era.
	‘if you saw Mind naked—would you look?’
	This time the boy didn’t look around wildly but to Mindy not more than twenty feet away.  She was standing at a table with her hands on the edge, ass pooched outward.  She was soooooooo cute!
	Melvin’s eyes were locked.
	‘if you saw Mindy naked—would you look?’ Pung repeated.
	Slowly and did the Korean make a more stern mind lock.
	Slowly and did the misplaced city boy nod his head confirming his desire.
	He desired to see Mindy’s mother, Nancy, naked as well—but Mindy was first.  There weren’t too many “options” in Dustwood.  The womenfolk were middle aged (and older).  There was a nearby dude ranch in between Dustwood and the next biggest town but none of the females there came dusted themselves off in Dustwood.
	‘I can help.’ smiled Pung, he liked to help people.
	
	‘so, if you really could see her (Mindy) fully naked?’ Pung was persistent but he wanted absolute.
	After dinking around in the general store, noshing on a chili cheese dog, and continuing to eye Mindy Coalbringer, he followed the girl (and her mother) home.  Haphazardly of course—not directly on their ass but meandering from the dirt/gravely road and the desert, ducking behind an old tractor and a pile of debris then resuming his trek of following.  He knew where they were going.	
	Mindy (and her mother) had one of the few actual houses in Dustwood.  It was small but it was not a trailer or mobilehome.  Something of a front yard with a few flowers.  A bit of a wait before approaching the home and knocking.
	Nancy—whom Melvin also wouldn’t mind seeing naked (and screwing afterwards) answered the door.  She knew Melvin and greeted him warmly.
	“Can Mindy play?” he asked nervously.
	“Oh sure!” then, “MINDY!” she called over her shoulder.
	And as soon as the little tyke appeared—

	Melvin knew something was up by the way the two stood motionless.
	Absolutely motionless.
	‘go inside.’ Melvin was urged.
	The teen gently pushed Nancy and Mindy back inside the house.  The swamp cooler was running HIGH and there, too, were some window air conditioners.  Melvin stared and stared at the two—they were absolutely motionless.  Absolutely!
	‘wave your hand in front of her face.’
	Melvin waved his hand in front of Nancy’s face.
	Nothing.
	‘brush your hand against her breasts.’
	More brash, more daring, more absolute assuredness that Nancy’s mind was not online.  Melvin copped a feel of Nancy bodacious ta-tas—instead of brushing his hand against them as he had been instructed.
	Still nothing from Nancy.
	‘grab her pussy.’
	Slight hesitation on Melvin’s part but he did slip his fingers down between the 30-something’s leg and finger-finger-finger.  There WAS slight reaction but nothing detrimental—Melvin was still standing anyways.
	A moment or two went by before Melvin was guided to Mindy.
	He undone her baby blue overall and then went to his knees.
	Wisps of the girl’s hair hung loosely about her face—she was sooo cute!
	Off came her light and airy shirt.  No bra.  She didn’t need one.  There were mounds—on the small side and no need for support.  Melvin held his breath and continued to follow the instructions given to him.  He was not aware of Pung’s presence.
	Down came Mindy’s panties.
	Melvin’s eyes of blue were solidly locked onto the girl’s bald beaver.
	He moaned.
	Pung undressed Nancy—then himself.  Melvin was instructed to get naked and help Mindy step out of her clothes.  All then were naked.  Mindy was guided to the super comfy super well worn country style love seat.  The girl’s shoulders were leaned back, her pert ass to the edge of the cushion and the boy happily (very happily) licked the girl’s cunny.
	Pung positioned Nancy on the long sofa and did likewise.  Her beaver was with hair but well trimmed.  A tat of a coiled turquoise snaked was on the upper right of the woman’s pussy; a tat of a card, the Jack of Spades, was lower on the other side.  On her right titty, a multicolored butterfly, in the hue of blues.
	Pung went down on her as Melvin began slapping his prick against Mindy’s very virgin cunt.  Penetration was close at hand.
	The Penetration of Mindy—went well.
	There was a brief yelp from the girl but other than that and her virginity was no longer intact.  Melvin was well on his way to getting laid.  Officially and not by his hand or humping his bed.  Melvin was a virgin!  And his first “official” sexual experience was with a ten year old girl!
	Pung was delighted with Nancy.  The woman’s womanhood was very pleasing and accepting of Pung’s inadequate cock.  For a man in his thirties, Pung’s “manhood” wasn’t so manly.  But it still got hard and still was capable of bringing life into the world.  His cock, too, gave decent pleasure and for several minutes—more than three, less than five, he fucked the desert life woman giving unto her a copious amount of jiz at the end.
	Scattered about the front living room were paintings; Nancy’s paintings.
	Desert Life—a series of paintings she sometimes showed at a museum.
	After Melvin had deflowered Mindy the boy entered Nancy.
	Pung entered Mindy.
	Locking eyes with Mindy and Pung masterfully entered her mind inserting notions; like, “you want to go naked for Melvin” and “it’s ok to play with Melvin’s penis” as well as “it’s ok for Melvin to fuck you.’  Pussy, mouth, asshole.  Taking his time fucking Mindy he repeated the girl’s new way of life and slowly-slowly-slowly fucked the girl until creaming.
	Melvin was hooked on fucking.  Didn’t matter who, either; Mindy or her mother.  Pussy was the thing.  Ten years old or thirty-six.  Pung was proud of his accomplishment—regardless of the how it came to be.
	Time was getting on.  He finished with Nancy and Mindy (and Melvin) and took his leave of them.  When he got in sight of the desert general store—there was his friend’s American muscle car.  His friend was already inside.  Pung quickly made his way anxious to greet his friend.  Maybe onced a month or so they had a meeting; they had a lot in common.  Other than the firewater August brought the two also liked the young stuff.  They also had a way in obtaining the young stuff they liked.
	They also had had an alien encounter.
	Neither spoke of the encounter much; it was one thing to encounter space aliens—quite another to be abducted and raped by one.  Pung enjoyed the homemade desert hooch mostly to ease his mind and give it relief.  Relief from remembering that horrible occurrence that shook the very fibers of his being.  Not only had been outrageously sodomized by a HUGE alien-slug creature he had seen others also being fucked.  All men.  Teenage boys and men.  No women.
	“Maybe they don’t know that it more proper to fuck a woman than a man?”
	Pung surmised to his friend one time in passing.
	August nodded in conclusion but didn’t know for sure.
In the desert—no one can hear you scream
	In his travels, through Time and Space, August Moone had seen a lot of weird shit.  But that night in the desert was by far the weirdest shit he had ever seen!  Most of what had happened he kept to himself.  Folks just didn’t go about spilling the fact that they had been kidnapped by space slugs and raped!
	Neither August or Pung had “given birth”, though, via the passing of an alien egg from their fuckered asshole.  Of course, those men who HAD given birth via their fuckered asshole usually didn’t survive.  Instead, August and Pung had been infused with minding powers—akin to the infamous nefarious Electronic Mind Altering Devices plaguing the world.
	Neither man spoke much about the alien experience.  They shared their experience with no one—no one would believe them.  And those who would?  They would either recommended highly that the pair be locked up in a padded room OR be strongly interviewed.  Followed by strongly “examined.”
	Pung had been well enough “examined” by the alien-slug creatures.  In the surrounding hills of the desert there was treasure to be found—lost treasure from miners of a long ago era.  And there, too, was treasure yet to be found.  Also, there was reported a natural spring hidden among the rocky hills.  The spring had amazing healing powers.  It was just a rumor but it was worth finding!
	While exploring a lower desert area that was more than “remote” and did Pung make his off-world encounter.  So remote was the area that it was not unlike some foreign planet.  It was also freaking hot.  This kept Pung close to the hills where he would duck inside a natural cave or a great overhang to catch his breath, water himself down, and rest before continuing on.
	The sound of “warbling” got his attention.  There were no power lines and no power structures.  There was nothing but rocks and sand.  Snaking his way thru a narrow path thru the rocks coming to a clearing where the rocks jutted upward sharply.  What he saw was mind blowing; mind stunning, mind boggling.  At first he attributed what he saw to the incredible oppressive heat.
	In the sandy clearing there were not one, not two, but three massively huge “creatures.”  At first and Pung could not rationalize in his mind what they were.  Then he determined that they not unlike large grubs—or slugs if you will.  They were deep dark green with mucus slime secreting like a human sweating.
	They had “heads”.  Heads and arms, and three stalks of various sizes with large green/yellow eyes at the ends.  Three arms; two on each side of their massive bodies with a third in the middle.  From the “waist” they were upright forming something of a torso.  The creatures and secreted so much slime-sweat that they had formed something of a pool.  A pool of slime!
	Then he saw a man.  He was naked and on all fours while one of the slug-aliens was—was—was doing the unthinkable!  It looked like—it looked like the slug-alien was—was—sodomizing him?
	Pung was more perplexed than ever had he been before.
	The man screamed—then his head “disappeared” into the belly area of one of the other upraised creatures silencing his screams.  Pung wanted to flee but was unable to do so.  Whether it was something from the aliens or just pure fear wasn’t known but Pung couldn’t move.  There was some sort of fascination that locked the Korean steady.
	In the slime pool something bobbled.
	A man!  A man was in the pool bobbing!  He was completely covered in icky-icky slime.  The alien-slug sodomizing the first man backed off.  The man fell withering to the ground sputtering unable to call out.  The creatures began speaking to one another in a strange foreign language that sounded as if though they were speaking thru one of those mega phones of the 20’s if it were underwater.
	The man withering on the ground suddenly locked eyes with Pung.
	“RUN!” the man managed to say.
	Pung came to his senses.
	Too late.

The rape
	As he turned he felt a strange-strange sensation enveloping his body.
	A tingling sensation was the last thing he remembered—until he awoke on a cold-cold steel floor.  His surroundings were no longer desert-like.  There was a constant hum and cool-cool air kissing his naked body.
	Naked body?
	He hadn’t remembered undressing.
	Sitting up and that was a bad idea—he felt suddenly nauseous and only laying down on the floor eased that feeling.  And there was no “seeing”; there were blurred images and that was all.  Save for the constant hum there were no other noises.
	Pung concluded that he was either dead or having a desert heat exhaustion experience.  One of the two.  He was delirious and it was not unlike some party drugs.   The sick feeling lasted a long time—he concentrated on the hum determining that there was not a steady hum as he had thought but a wavering.  On the floor there was something like rough cement—but in steel form.
	After a great deal of time had elapsed some of the sick feeling he had experienced earlier began to fade.  Fade enough so as he could sit up and try again to get a bearing on where he was and what was going on.
	He gleaned very little from looking around.  A serious ringing was in his ears and—and—he was covered in slime!  It was soooo gross!  It was like a sticky glue—and the smell was horrible.  As Pung busied himself trying to pick the alien slime off his naked body—
	A slung-alien entered into his vision.  He seemed bigger than most and picked up a naked man, twirled him in his three arms then tossed him away plucking up another man.  Pung tried to move but the slime held him to the floor.
	Another man was selected, a teenager.  The alien-slug rolled him over upside down before attempting anal sex.  The teenager screamed as the unholy hell beset him.  His neck muscles were at their bursting point—so were his eyes.  Then, again, the alien-slug creature tossed the broken teenager away selecting a man in his sixties who looked like a biker.
	Five more men, two teenagers, did the great alien-slug attempt to have his way with before tossing them away like garbage.  The creature then slid away leaving Pung in a high state of “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Salix Koronova
	The level of fright had yet really to fully engulf him; not until he saw a man shit an egg.  It took awhile for that to set in.  In a corner far off was a smaller slug-alien sodomizing a tall heavily bearded man.  Another slug-alien was doing the same to a teenager.  Another man was shitting an egg and screaming all the way.  Like a woman delivery a baby the baby “gives” a little as it comes into the world.  The woman’s pussy also gives a little to allow the passage.
	A man’s asshole only gives so much.
	Slowly and did Pung begin to fret.
	“Yeah, it’s gonna happen to us, too.” A voice close by spoke startling Pung.
	“W-what’s gonna happen?” he knew but he didn’t want to admit it to himself.  The concept of shitting an egg was just too bizarre to conceive.
	“We’re going to deliver an egg,” said the man, “an alien egg.”
	Pung began to sweat.  Being raped by an alien was one thing—delivering an alien egg was something else.
	“Not sure how long the gestation period is, but it doesn’t take long.”
	Pung began to sweat even more.  Already he could feel his bowels upset—and something moving within!
	“W-what are we going to do?”
	“We wait.” the man said with a shrug.
	Pung shook his head almost violently, “No!” he was in near panic.
	“I’ve seen some survive—delivering an egg.”
	The concept was just too much for Pung.  He tried in vain to wipe the sticky goo off his body.  It was a nightmare he was having—a bloody fucking nightmare!
	“There IS an upswing to all of this.” Salix casually mentioned at length.
	Pung looked to him almost wildly, “Yeah?  W-what the fuck could be an upswing to—to—this!” and dramatically he picked at the sticky goo covering his body.
	“Well,” drawled Salix, a southerner, “if you survive this event they put you back on earth with some narly ass mind powers.”
	Pung looked to him like he was crazy.
	“Hey, it could be worse!” said Salix.
	“Worse!?  How could it be worse!?”
	“You could be pissing out the egg instead of shitting it!”
	Good point.

Escape!
	Pung picked and picked at the sticky goo clinging to his skin.
	“Aint gonna come off,” said Salix, “like a second skin.”
	Pung was not deterred but determined.  He was also still in panic mode as the hours—then days—ticked by and all around him men and teenage boys shit their implanted eggs.  Hardly any survived the ordeal.  Those who did were carried off.
	“Where they going?” asked Pung, “What’s happening to them now?”
	“Not sure,” said Salix surmising, “could be that they being released back to Earth, or—”
	“Or?”
	Salix didn’t want to say—he didn’t want to admit it or address it or think about it.  So he didn’t say, just shrugged and waited his turn.
	More time passed.  More men and teenage boys were sodomized.  Always there were three to four of the alien-slugs followed by apparently the leader who was quite large and selective.
	“How long have you been here?”
	Salix shook his head and shrugged, “Not sure, time doesn’t mean a thing here.” Although Salix was “southern” and had the southern drawl he seemed intelligent and spoke well; enunciating his words and speaking clearly.
	“Name’s Salix,” said the Southerner with a smile, “Salix Koronova.”
	Salix, pronounced “Sigh-liss”, was equally covered in slime from the alien-slug creatures.  Pung would have shook the man’s hand but—
	“I think we’re stuck, friend!” the man smiled again—although his smile was weak and somewhat forced.
	“H-how come there aren’t any women here?”
	Salix shook his head, “No idea, friend,” then he snickered, “I guess maybe our alien slugs are gay!”
	That wasn’t very comforting.
	In no way did Pung want to shit out an egg.  Those men who did didn’t seem to enjoy it and in no way was it a pleasant experience.  Salix, however, didn’t seem too agitated or distressed about his situation.  He seemed to be taking it all in stride.
	“Hmmm,” the Southerner drawled, “something’s amiss.”
	“W-what?”
	“Been a while now, couple of hours, and we haven’t seen any alien slugs.”
	“Wh-what do you think that means?”
	“Don’t know for sure,” mused the man from the south, “could be good—could be bad.”
	Pung gave the man a long hard stare.
	“This is a dream!” exclaimed a distraught Pung.  And in effort to awaken himself from the dream that was way-way-way beyond bizarre, he tried to pinch himself.  Tried.  The slime coating prevented him from enacting a good pinch.
	“Wish this place had windows.” said Salix.
	“W-why?”
	“I’d like to look out!” pause for dramatic effect.  “You DO realize that we’re in space?”
	Pung blinked his eyes.  That concept hadn’t sunk in yet.
	“Sp-space?”
	“Yeah,” smiled Salix, “that’s were alien spaceships are usually found.”
	Pung was close to passing out.  Too much was too much.

	As many as ten eggs were collected by smaller alien-slugs.  Two alien-slugs who were mid-sized brought in as many as six men—and promptly sodomized them.  The floors were sticky-icky with the alien-slugs’ secreted slime.  The air was stifling and the gunk that covered Pung’s body was beginning to hardened.
	This was not a good thing.  He was permanently cemented to the floor.
	“Wh-what’s happening?” asked a panicking Pung.
	“In the insect world I’d say it’s a transformation.”
	“Transformation?” squeaked Pung, “Into what?”
	Good question.
	Salix didn’t believe he (they) would transform into one of the alien-slugs but rather something else.  Just what he really had no idea.  Maybe it was just a cocooning way of keeping the humans immobilized.  Maybe.
	“I’ve noticed something.” spoke up Salix.
	“Yeah?  What?”
	“All the humans who’ve been butt fucked are gone.”
	Pung looked around wildly in another panic.
	“Now what the fuck is going on?”
	“Do you still feel like you’re going to shit an egg?”
	No, not really.  His asshole hurt—and then the rest of his body.
	Salix really had no idea what the missing men meant.
	“Maybe they delivering their eggs.” he surmised.  But that didn’t ring true as some of the men earlier had shit their eggs right there.
	“May be that they didn’t take.”
	“What’s that mean?”
	“They didn’t get pregnant.” Salix explained.
	“Soooo, wh-what’s happening to them, now?”
	Salix shrugged—he had no idea.  He was “glued” to the floor as much as Pung was and did not have clairvoyance to see what was going on beyond their room.

da gronk
	More time passed.
	More alien-slugs came in bringing fresh fuck toys; more fucked toys were removed; more fucked toys “delivered” alien eggs.  Salix and Pung waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  Salix picked at his goo covering to no avail.  Pung did same to same result.
	Then—then a creature came into the room.
	The new creature wasn’t an alien-slug—far from it.
	He was pink.
	He was pink and hairy.
	Very hairy.
	And tall.
	And with a very amusing face.
	“Is-is HE going to fuck us, too?”
	“I really hope not.”  Being butt fucked by alien-slugs was one thing—but a huge hairy PINK sasquatch!?  No way!
	The pink sasquatch made its way thru the mired mess of sticky-moaning humans to where Salix and Pung were.  Neither man could speak.  Their thoughts, too, were too jumbled to sort.  Before them stood a PINK sasquatch standing some eight feet tall!  And he was PINK!
	The creature made a noise.
	“Did he just fart?” Pung asked.
	“No, I think it was a rumble.”
	“Like a stomach rumble?”
	“Yeah, a stomach rumble.”
	“Jesus!” exclaimed Pung, “He’s gonna fuckin’ eat us!”
	Fucked in the ass, implanted with an alien’s egg, and now—dinner!  It made for a fitting day.  Pung tried his damnedest to move.  No-go.
	Then, the huge towering PINK hairy sasquatch barfed on them.
	Fucked in the ass, implanted with an alien’s egg, and then puked on!
	It was more grosser than the secreted slime from the alien-slugs!
	Pung tried to retch as the vile bile was just like human puke.
	Then, the creature made Pung even more sick—a huge pinkish tongue came out of the hairy monster and LICKED his own bile off of Pung’s body.  The tongue was not unlike a cat’s tongue—rough.  Pung began to scream as he thought for sure that he was being licked for a single purpose—to be consumed!  He knew that in the animal world some animals puked on their meal to make them easier to eat.
	“Wait!” said Salix.
	Pung looked to his friend, “What?”
	“He aint eatin’ us.”
	“Wh-what the fuck is he doin’ then?”
	A few more licks from the creature—who made odd noises similar to saying “gronk”—and Pung found that he could move.  The sticky ooze that had been covering his body was dissolving!
	“He’s drool, his saliva is melting the slime!” announced Salix.
	And so it was.  And in mere minutes the sticky goo had been dissolved enough for Pung and Salix to move freely.
	“Gronk!” said loud the pink creature.
	Neither man was able to stand or move.  But they were free of the alien slime so that was a plus.  Pung breathed hard and sat still—waiting.
	da gronk turned around just as the large alien-slug entered the room.
	At least two dozen human males were strewn about the 100x100 ft room.  No windows; the ceiling was also about a hundred feet up.  The air was stale and stanky.  The floors, the walls, the ceiling were all cold steel—covered in slime!  The large alien-slug (possibly the leader?) moved effortlessly thru the mass of men seeking out a possible fuck toy.
	“What’s he doing?” Pung asked.
	“I think—he’s hiding us!” Salix said referring to da gronk’s massive size.
	“Why?”
	“Why don’t you ask him!?” said Salix getting a little annoyed at Pung’s continuing questions.  The massive alien-slug tossed human men about; picking up some and rolling them in his slimy torso.  Some he put in position for egg-implantation then tossed them angrily away.
	“Don’t move!” whispered hoarsely Salix.
	Pung couldn’t move if he wanted to.

	A conversation erupted between the alien-slug leader and da gronk with da gronk blurting only “GRONK!” in response to the jabbering of the slimy green alien.
	“Wish I knew what the hell was going on.” spoke softly Salix.
	Finally the alien-slug leader left.  da gronk turned and “gronked” some more then seemingly “hugged” the two humans.  Then, like a penguin father with his egg he shuffled to a far wall.  The stench of slime from the alien-slugs was nothing compared to the horrendous stink being nestled inside the great pink fur of the da gronk.
	When da gronk unhugged them Salix made a discovery.
	“Hey, check this out!”
	Pung looked and found the wall had a secret passageway.  The wall was protruding a bit revealing a hidden passageway.  It was dark but it was possibly a way out.
	“He’s saved us?” queried Pung.
	“Looks like.”
	The passageway was long and narrow.  And dark.  The two naked men made their way along pausing now and then to rest and gather themselves.
	“Where you suppose this goes?”
	More questions.
	Salix had no idea.  They continued onward coming out into another square room.  It was smaller and not crowded with alien-slugs—but WAS crowded with humans.  Three alien-slugs (on the small side) maneuvered some humans to an upraised dais.  Then, another alien-slug at a control panel operated some buttons and the humans (on the dais) disappeared!
	“Holy shit!” exclaimed Pung.  “Where’d they go?  What happened?”
	Salix narrowed his eyes and thought thoughtfully.
	Nodding his head, “That’s how we get back to good ole terraferma; Earth!”
	“The more firma the less terror!” breathed Pung.
	The trick was to get to it.
	There were piles of humans scattered all over.  Most were moaning, groaning, grabbing the well fucked ass.  Covered in slime they lay haphazardly in piles of five or less.  The alien-slugs moved about collecting the humans depositing them onto the transporter.
	“We got to be on that thing!” Salix said strongly.
	“I’m with you.” Pung said breathing hard and not wanting a repeat encounter with a butt fucking an alien-slug butt fucker.
	There wasn’t a lot of light in the small transporter room; the alien-slugs moved thru the mounds of human males in a tedious almost methodical manner.  Laying down Salix and Pung slithered their way to a mound and blended in.
	They didn’t have to wait long.  An alien-slug plucked up both Salix and Pung dropping them onto the transporter.  The alien-slug at the control panel did his thing and—

	To describe it—he couldn’t.  A myriad of colors suddenly filled his vision; an ear piercing noise blasted into his brain.  He felt his tongue swell; all other parts of his body were numb.  He felt his teeth tingling but that was all.
	And how long it lasted?  He couldn’t say.  The next thing he knew, though, was—
	Laying out in an empty farmer’s field.  It was dark.  It was cold.  His body was jacked up (fucked up) and the experience he had just had he wasn’t sure of.  Maybe it was the Korean hooch?  No, he had been drinking soju for years.  Maybe it was the Appalachian whiskey, moonshine.  That was more probable.
	“Jesus!” bellowed out Salix who was beside him.
	Sitting up and Salix vomited.
	Seemed like a good idea—so Pung did likewise.
	Looking up—after empting their stomachs—and a jillion stars greeted them.
	“We’re on Earth.” Salix said.
	“I hope.”

	Was it a dream?  A really-really fucked up dream?  If so, Pung was going to swear off soju and moonshine and just drink milk!  This adventure was more fucked up than he could ever imagine.  His mind was clouded with so much shit he couldn’t think straight.
	“Any idea where the fuck we are?” he asked.
	“Not a clue.” He stood up—well, attempted to stand.  Mid way up and he toppled over.
	Pung remained sitting.  Patting the ground (earth) he decided to sit awhile and maybe—just maybe his mind would clear.  Salix emptied his bowels.  The stench of such an act prompted Pung to retched and continue to empty his stomach.
	No moon.  Just stars.  Lots of them.  That gave some insight for Salix to assume that they were far from any city.  And being so dark—and cold—they were far from morning type time.  An hour—maybe two (or three)—and the two men managed to scramble themselves to a standing position—although wobbly.  Without a word and Salix began walking.  Pung followed—he asked no more questions.
	An hour—maybe two—and they came to a road.

	It wasn’t much of a road, two-lane, unkempt, broken, some gravely spots, but it was a road.  The air was scented with mown hay, wild mint, and horse shit.  The sound of a generator could be heard—an irrigation pump pulling water out of the ground.  Somewhere.
	Another hour of walking and they came to a crossroad.  Reading the bent sign post:  Johns Pond  Hwy 121  Hoboken  all with arrows pointing in different directions.
	“Hoboken?” queried Pung.  “You mean like New Jersey?”
	“No, further south, Georgia.” Salix sighed—he was home.
	A little more light on the subject would help with pinning down “exactly” he was but Salix Koronova was home.
	“What now?” asked Pung.
	“We walk.” More exactness of his whereabouts was needed.

	Just before sunrise and Salix got happy—
	High Bluff Rd. the sign said.  His mind was still fucked up from the alien-slug experience but he knew High Bluff Rd.  Lots of landscape to cover, though, but still.
	“Maybe we can catch a ride?” suggested Pung. Although it wouldn’t come without some explaining about the nudity.  Salix, though, cut across a field with scattered trees all about.  The sun was greeting them and by the time the golden orb was an hour into its day Salix sighted in on his crappy 1950s style double-single trailer home.  (two single trailers sandwiched together)
	Pung initially stood in the shower of Salix’s double-single trailer home letting the refreshing water cascade upon him—but then he slid down into the bathtub breathing hard.  His mind was still frapped—and would be for a long-long time.
	In the kitchen he found Salix pouring blended whiskey.
	“Later on,” he said, “I’ll make you something special.”
	“Wh-what?”
	With a smile, “A Dirty Rocky Road.”
	Pung didn’t ask, he took the bourbon offering then flopped onto the tattered multicolored sofa.  Salix collapsed onto the other matching sofa and was not denied sleep.  Pung stared at the dark panel paneling.  Had what happened happened?  Had he actually been abducted by aliens?  Alien-slugs?  Had he actually been sodomized?
	More questions filled his head but they were quickly washed away by sheer exhaustion.  He slammed the rest of the drink and was also not denied sleep.

	Dirty Rocky Road
	4 oz. (120ml) Jack Daniels Whiskey
	4 oz. (120ml) Milk
	1 1/2 Pints Rocky Road Ice Cream
	Sprinkles
	Chocolate Chips
	Toasted Marshmallows
	Sprinkles
	Melt chocolate chips in microwave (or saucepan)
	Dip the rim of a glass into the sprinkles—like a margarita into salt
	Pour whiskey into a blender; add the milk
	Toast the marshmallows (on a skewer stick); add to blender mix
	Add the ice cream
	Blend until well blended
	Pour some chocolate sauce into the bottom of the glass coating the bottom
	That’s it!  Drink, repeat, drink, peatre, name your cat Rocky, drink, know intimately who you can call for bail money.

*

Southern shenanigans
	The chili and cornbread although were more than delicious—were after a time a bad choice (after a butt fucking encounter with butt fucking aliens.)  Hard mash helped.  Neither man spoke of the “alien encounter” but it was on their mind.
	“So,” Salix said at length, “where you from?”
	Other than Korea, “Las Vegas.”
	The night was warm; the mosquitos plentiful, the stars bright, the chili fermenting in their bowels.  What had happened couldn’t have been a dream, so determined Pung—not with the both of them.  Could it?  Maybe Salix was a part of his dream.  Continuing dream.
	It was too confusing.  He slugged more of the sour mash, slung his head, and tried-tried-tried to blot out the alien encounter.
	Salix sipped his bourbon.  The mosquitoes had encounters of their own—his electronic bug zapper.  There was something other than the pesky nighttime bugs that was bugging him.  When his Korean friend had passed out he took a little walk to test out his theory.  Salix lived in a spread out trailer park—there were dozens of trailers on large lots.  Serious redneck-ville.  Good natured, hardworking, hard playing, very southern, white folk.

	Minding abilities.  Mind altering powers; similar to that of the pesky electronic mind altering devices plaguing the world.  Salix wasn’t the only one human-napped by aliens and alien-slugs.  Those few who came back spoke volumes of their experience—including divulging the fact that they now had narly mind powers.  Most of those human-napped humans were whisked away to a looney bin holding facility—or a scientific laboratory!
	Salix just wondered if he had “narly minding powers.”  So far to note, he didn’t think he was pregnant.  He wasn’t sure about his new friend Pung, sometimes it took a while before the implanted egg was shitted out.
	Minding powers.  He had read up a lot on the ability learning that it was a lot like the illegal EMADs.  But he had no idea if he was so infused with such ability.  And like Pung, he had a question—why?  And like his new friend, WHY were the alien-slugs not on the Earth itself?  Why were they into having sex with the male population?  And why was there a PINK sasquatch among them?
	There was lots of land, or “lots” between trailers.  It gave the homeowner privacy—there were like a bazillion trees between the lots.  Every now and then the rednecks got together for a barbeque, redneck games, some sort of social outing and that sort.  Salix kept to himself most times (he actually hailed from Iowa so he didn’t want that to be let out and be known.)
	It was a good walk, but he needed it.  He had a pickup but he liked to walk.  Two hundred fifty yards from his plot of land was the home of Dana Hayswett and her nine year old daughter, Trisha.  More than anything and did Salix desired deeply to fuck the ever loving hell out of Dana.  And then her daughter for dessert.
	Both he had seen naked—brief glimpses as they enjoyed their small above ground pool AND risked being seen at the nearby pond where they skinny dipped.  Dana was nice; she wasn’t sweet on Salix but she was nice to him, sat with him at the barbeques, and Trisha once sat on his lap!
	Waiting in the shrubs just behind the double wide trailer he noted Dana in the kitchen washing dishes.  The air was hot and humid; gnats and mosquitos pestered him, and he felt something stirring in his bowels.
	It was pause for concern.
	Was it a fart?  A turd?  Or something else foreign in nature?
	Trisha came out a side door, down the steps, carrying a large plastic trash bag muttering “yeah-yeah-yeah.”  The disgruntled child was a cutey, long straight blond hair, flat chested, delicious tight little butt.  She made her way along the well worn grass path to the garbage cans—the garbage cans Salix was hiding behind.  The shrubs the cans were against helped shield him—that and the darkness.	
	Just as the girl finished her task—
	‘Take your pants down!’ seemed the logical thing to suggest.
	Trisha paused, looked around, “Who said that?”
	Whoops!
	Hmmm
	Try again.
	‘Take—your—pants—down!’ he used all his mental ability he could summon.  But, he really didn’t have a clue as to how to enable the alien-infused ability—if he even actually had it!
	It was to note, however, that he was NOT speaking aloud.  He WAS using something of telepathy.  Trisha heard his unsaid words so there was something there.
	Salix reiterated his desire—and got a nosebleed as a result.
	A tremendous headache followed—and whatever was in his asshole tract was growing (and moving!)  Very little got to Salix—he took most things in stride and didn’t let small things upset him or big things bother him.  But the images of the men in the alien-slug space ship shitting eggs—that got him.
	Clenching his asshole tight he concentrated on Trisha.
	The girl had turned and was returning to the trailer.
	‘STOP!’
	To his surprise—the girl stopped.
	But that was all.
	‘Scratch your ass!’
	Trisha turned around—“Who said that?” then, “Andy Bulltongue, is that you?” the girl was defiant—and angry.
	Then the kitchen door opened and her mother called out,
	“Trisha, you get lost?”
	“Mom, there’s someone out here telling me stuff.”
	“What stuff?”
	“To take my pants down!” she almost shouted.
	Dana switched on the outside light and picked up a handy baseball bat at the door.  She came out swinging, “WHO’S OUT HERE?” she demanded loudly.  She told her daughter to “get in the house!”  Trisha scurried but hung at the open kitchen door.
	Salix clenched himself even tighter.  This was not going well.  And should he be found—Dana would waste no time in bashing his brains out.  Getting butt fucked by space aliens was one thing—getting his brains bashed out?  Something else altogether.  Yeah, getting one’s brains bashed out by an irate mother was definitely not a good thing—and she came close to doing so.
	With her bat, Dana clanked the over full trash cans.  She jabbed the bat into the shrubs just narrowly missing Salix’s head.  Narrowly.  He wanted to mind to her ‘put the bat down’ among other things but he thought it wiser to keep his trap (mind) shut.
	“Is anyone there, Mom?” asked Trisha at the door.
	“Get inside the house!” said angrily her mother.
	“I AM inside!” retorted the little girl.
	Dana spent another minute or so looking around, smacking the bat into her hand; then, “You SURE you heard someone?”
	Trisha shrugged, “Yeah, pretty sure.”
	Shaking her head, Dana sloughed her way back to the trailer taking her daughter by the shoulder ready to bash her.  Salix sighed.  He needed more practice.  Lots and lots more practice.

Making practice
	Mind control was an acquired art form.  It took knack, finesse, know-how, and a hell of a lot of practice to master.  Salix Koronova had none of that.  But he knew from visiting the Hayswett family that there was something there—there was a connection.  Trisha had heard him (although he was not speaking aloud.)
	Although he had no qualms about doing something “illegal” and/or immoral in his immediate area he did so in the neighboring town, Hoboken.  He did go there the following day.  New friend Pung remained on the sofa sleeping his life away.  Salix made way to Hoboken and cruised the main street.  Not much there—not much in the way of prospects, either.  Hoboken had a large facility for wood works but not much in the way of someone wishing to be a mind altering scoundrel.
	Neighboring Nahunta wasn’t much better.
	Waycross would have to be the better target.
	There were about sixty or so “convenient” stores to be had in Waycross.  Some were liquor stores, some were of the deli variety.  All had potential—depending on their close proximity to various schools…
	Rednecks abounded, though; along the road there was some in riding lawn mowers in some sort of redneck race.  Bare chested were some of them, naked and very-very drunk were the most of them.  Salix didn’t overly consider himself a “redneck” but he didn’t mind living amongst them—and no one knew different that he was not a true Southerner (beings as how he actually hailed from Iowa!)
	Some redneck pickup lines:
	Did you fart?  ‘cuz you blew me away!
	My life for you is like diarrhea—I cant hold it in.
	I got a six pack, a bottle of Jack, and the new Hank Jr. CD!
	You’re finer than a new set of swampers!
	Damn!  You got a nice tooth!
	And many-many more.
	He made Waycross and began to “practice.”

Statistically speaking, 6 out of 7 dwarfs are not Happy
	A day in the park
	‘Come here!’ he said with authority and determination.
	The Target paused but did make her way to where Salix was skulking behind a row of thick bushes.  There was a small opening between the bushes to enable the transplanted northerner to “guide” the wayward child to his clutches.
	She was ten; tall for her age, lumpy chest, no bra, Mexican-American, and apparently—totally in Salix’s “mind” control.  She wore a dark lavender string summery top with a short purple skirt bottom.  A lovely girl.  She had gone to the bathroom and once out on her trek back across the park to the play area she had been “acquired.”
	She breathed slowly and stared blankly.
	That staring blankly was the key.
	With slow precision Salix slipped his hand up under the girl’s skirt.
	Nothing from the girl showed awareness.
	Salix slowly let out his breath he had been holding.  Behind him were more brush, shrubs, trees, and then more trees.  It was Georgia and Georgia had trees—lots and lots of trees.
	Caressing the girl’s butt, squeezing her cheeks, then daringly sneaking his fingers inside her panties insured Salix that he indeed had mind altering abilities AND more importantly--they were working!
	He had been “practicing” for hours—little girl at the convenient store, the shopping center, car lot, and the teen cheerleaders walking down the street.  All had succumbed to his mind tap; ‘stop’ ‘bend over’ ‘scratch ass’  ‘raise skirt’ and so on.  It was just a test.  The only ones he wanted truly in his pickup were the teenage cheerleaders.  There were three of them; one black, one Asian, two blonds.
	But it was only a test.  There were other plans rolling about his mind.
	(but he kept the teenage cheerleaders in mind just the same!)
	With Kassandra, the Mexican-American girl in the park, he lowered her panties.  They were purple.  For a minute or he stared at the girl’s nakedness.  With her skirt held up he just took in the girl’s bald pussy.  He was near to salivating and his cock was mighty hard.  Mighty.
	Then, another test ensued.  Hugging the girl he pressed his lips to hers with his tongue delving into her mouth.  She did not struggle.  His hands encompassed her darling little ass and soon he had her on the ground removing her skirt and top.
	A slight hint of pee he could taste as he devoured her cunny.  Fingering her very virginal pussy getting it slicked up he drove it into her asshole.  Not a thing from the girl indicating awareness.  He marveled at the alien infused ability.  Long had he desired secretly for a mind altering device; electronic.  But they were illegal and very hard to come by—let alone for the commoner to afford.
	So, being sodomized by alien-slugs with the payoff having one’s mind equipped with EMAD-like powers wasn’t such a bad trade-off.  A little enduring, embarrassing, frightening, and so on but—
	After much tonguing of Kassandra’s bald beaver the time had come.
	It was sort of the ultimate test—shoving his fuck stick into her virginity.
	The girl’s eyes did bulge but no other signs that she was in the know of what was happening to her.  Salix eased his cock into her ten year old cunt and began to pump.  It had been awhile—awhile since he had last fucked pussy and a longer while since he had last fucked a girl like Kassandra.
	Just as he was getting his nut—
	“KASSANDRA!?” called out a Mexicany voice.
	Peering thru the bushes and Salix could just see a teenage girl possibly the naked ten year old’s sister.  She was tall, fat thighs, approximately fourteen years, big titties.  She went into the bathroom then came back and called for Kassandra again.  This time, however—
	‘Come here.’

My neighbour came knocking at me door this morning—at 2AM!  Can ye believe that?  Good thing I was still up playing me bagpipes!

	Odd that the placement of the bathrooms was at the end of the park from where the park users played.  But oh well.  Salix found a more suitable spot to further engage in illicit activities.  He was still reeling from the shagging of Kassandra and her big sister, Kami.  Big sister Kami had a nice set of titties; and she was not a virgin!  She was still nice and tight, though.  Salix made entry into the girl and got busy with the program achieving a nut in record time!
	Kassandra, though, still thrilled him—so he did the little girl again!
	Then, after a titty fuck of big sister Kami, squirting a generous load of man spunk onto her face, Salix took his leave of the two—he dressed them (but kept their panties!)  He wrote their names down inside the hem of their underwear (after finding their IDs on their outer clothes.)
	Not long after he had gone to the wayside of the park then he heard screams.
	Though the girls had not known that they were being molested at the time they knew that they did when they finally came around.  There was park security but not so as you know it.  The girls were whisked away and the park was closed for the investigation.  Salix amscrayed—crossing the street to a large church parking lot.
	Just ‘cause it was a church/parking lot didn’t mean it was sanctified!

Paddy says to Mick, “I’m thinkin’ of geetin’ me a Labrador dog.”
Mick says, “Fook that!  Have ye seen how many of their owners go blind!?”

	While a great commotion was at hand across the street in the park, another commotion was going on—in the front seat of a pickup truck in the church parking lot!  On closer inspection, the expert slinking Salix Koronova noted something of interest:  in the front seat of the pickup was a man and his young daughter.  And they were up to extreme naughtiness!
	In the parking lot in front of the church were a couple of cars; it was a non-church day but work still had to be done—secretarial work to be exact.  Also janitorial.  There, too, were two side parking lots as well as a back parking area that was unfinished—no pavement but hard packed dirt and gravel.
	More trees dotted the landscape and were planted in small rows of island all about the property.  Salix wasn’t a church goer; he believed in the Almighty but only so far.  It was confusing—even to Salix.  He didn’t overly one hundred percent “believe” but then again, to be on the safe side he did.  Just to be on the safe side—just in case.
	Anyways, the pickup was a blue American domestic, big ass wheels and tires, 4-wheel, upraised a little, blue in color, and a work truck having a welding outfit in the back.  The owner/operator of the welding truck was a man Salix knew.  Not well, but they knew each other’s names; been to barbeque functions and other social events but wouldn’t be considered “friends.”
	The man, Phillip Jay Jaystone, was not only a welder and an standing member of the church, but a deacon of the church, too!  He was married (to a hottie!) and had two daughters and one son.  Salix wanted to have both girls to himself; the oldest girl, Kathy, was fifteen and a dynamo!  She looked a twin to her mother (a hottie!)  Long super fine blond hair; incredible blue eyes, soft supply peachy skin, incredible form to her body.
	Then there was the youngest girl, Kellie.  She was ten.  She, too, resembled her mother and sister.  She was lumpy and had a very nice butt and serious tan to her exposed arms and legs; and at a neighborhood barbeque Salix had heard the girl fart!
	In the truck’s cab and did Phillip JJ have his weenie out.
	His weenie!  Out!
	And Kellie Jayleen was playing with it!
	Playing with it!
	Salix’s interest was sparked instantly.  Then there was more!
	Kellie had her fingers about the daddy dong and seemed to do so with some expertise.  Her daddy reeled as he was played with—as well as looked around for security’s sake.
	Then Kellie went down on him.
	She did!
	It was amazing—and blew Salix away.  Then—there was more.
	As the little girl sucked her daddy’s dick her daddy moved his hand about his daughter’s ass.  Kellie J was in a short-short skirt (and a no-sleeve white blouse.)  Phillip easily copped a feel of his daughter’s ass and when that had been had he moved his fingers inside her off-pink underwear and copped a better feel!
	Salix was in agony.  Although he had just fucked two girls in the neighboring park he was ready to go again.  Morals?  Never heard of them.  Girls as old as eighteen were his target area (as well as girls as young as—as young as—well—out of diapers anyways.)  ‘nuff said.
	Phillip slipped off Kellie’s panties then slid down in the seat expertly maneuvering his cocksucking daughter onto him.  Salix risked exposure but hoped to rely on his new found minding abilities to help out if need be.
	Phillip (who did not prefer to go by the shortened version “Phil”) began earnestly licking out his daughter’s smooth hairless cunt.  His hands were tight to her tan ass and his tongue flicked furiously all over.  Kellie sucked fully her daddy’s cock bringing him off as a result of her efforts.
	After spitting out the goo in her mouth, Kellie turned around.  Phillip didn’t seem to mind the fact that his daughter had just had his man spunk in her mouth—they kissed.  Passionately.  Then, of course, his hands were all over her ass keeping his cum squirter hard.
	Then, with the steering wheel pushed upward somewhat out of the way, Phillip awkwardly moved his pants and underwear down.  This allowed albeit clumsily for Kellie to position herself on her daddy’s re-hardened dong.  At first she merely grinded her slobbered on pussy against his slobbered on cock.
	Out of the corner of his eye Salix saw a black man making his way to the truck.  The janitor.  A step to the left and the old man would see Salix.  A few steps closer on his track to the pickup and he—well, he wouldn’t be able to see the goings on inside the truck until he was right up close.
	‘GO AWAY!’ Salix minded as hard as he could.
	He got a nosebleed and a terrible headache but the old man stopped abruptly and made almost a military style About Face.  Salix sighed and winced at the pesky headache.  A bit of nausea beset him, too.
	In the truck the father/daughter team were fuckin’.
	Salix had to leave the security of the bushes and trees to make way around to see the exactness of the goings on inside.  He saw Phillip’s cock sliding (effortlessly?) into Kellie’s pussy.  Not all of it but most of it.  With his hands still on the girl’s tush he pumped into her young cunny achieving orgasm in mere minutes.
I was driving this morning when I saw a parked RACQ van.
The driver was sobbing uncontrollably and looked very miserable.  I thought
to myself, ‘that guy’s heading for a breakdown.’

	After some lunch in an air conditioned café, Salix returned to his extraordinary shenanigans.  He was still reeling from his exploits with Kassandra and Kami.  The viewing of Kellie with her father was ok—but he would have liked to have participated!  So, as the chili size nestled in his stomach he found interest in another park.
	Here and like the previous park, the bathrooms were way at the end of the park.  This park, however, was semi-private.  It was part of a church property located nearby but wasn’t fenced in so others of the public could enjoy, too.  The park was a large parcel of land—lots and lots and lots of trees; also, lots and lots of trees.  A soccer field, baseball, and volleyball.  Also, a barbeque area with small area with seating for socializing and being preached to.
	A large overflow parking lot was nearby, then a cross street, then the church.
	On Salix’s visit there was a social event going on.  A barbeque mostly.  Some singing, playing in one of the fields, and socializing.  Salix meandered among the crowd seemingly being a part of the church body.  He had just had lunch but helped himself (with a $2 donation) to some barbeque.  While noshing on the chicken and slurping lemonade he took note of a boy sitting in the small social stands.  HE was taking note of a girl—being sly about it hoping not to get caught.
	The girl was sitting lower, facing the stands, perched on the last aluminum bench seat.  She was clad in a loose fitting top and large open legged walking shorts.  The shorts provided insight to the girl’s goodie.  It was a brief glance but the fourteen year old boy was definitely curious.
	The fifteen year old girl was (thankfully) unaware.
	At length the girl got up making her way across the park to the church.
	She had to use the bathroom.  The park had no working facilities.
	‘Go—follow.’ Salix minded.  Again, he was fraught with a nosebleed and piercing headache.  The girl crossed the street, the boy casually followed with Salix following, too.
	
My girlfriend thinks that I’m a stalker.  Well, she's not exactly my
girlfriend yet.

The wife has been missing a week now.
Police said to prepare for the worst.  So I have been to the charity shop to
get all her clothes back.
Two Muslims have crashed a speedboat into the Thames barrier in London
Police think it might be the start of Ram-a-dam.

Sat opposite an Indian lady on the train today, she shut her eyes and
stopped breathing. I thought she was dead, until I saw the red spot on her
forehead and realized she was just on standby.

I was in the pub the other day and I heard a couple of plonkers saying that they wouldn’t feel safe on an aircraft if they knew the pilot was a woman.
What a pair of sexists!  I mean, it’s not as if she’d have to reverse the bloody thing!

enough of the HA-HAs—back to the story
	The church had a large main structure with offices and inside bathrooms on the side; then a large open foray/lobby.  An open court/breezeway with two 2-story structures housing various Sunday School classes for all ages along with young marrieds and single adults plus other private studies and schooling.
	A large gymnasium with an attached kitchen (with inside bathrooms) was where events took place; concerts, plays, social gatherings for Christmas and other holidays.  But it was the outside bathrooms on the 2-story structures the Intended Target (Heather) went to use (with James following.)  and Salix following them!
	A few souls were meandering about the open court area.  Heather made her way to the restroom; James hung loosely about the area with Salix close at hand.
	‘Are you a virgin?’ Salix asked casually not knowing that he had the Q&A ability.  He was just curiously asking.
	James looked around having Dana’s wild eyes (from when he told her to take her pants down.)
	‘Are you a virgin?’ Salix asked again.
	This time, with a curious face and a much more calmer demeanor,
	“Yes.” he answered aloud.  It would be some time before Salix would be able to get the recipient of his mind probing to answer “inside” their minds.
	Heather came out of bathroom and was instantly hit with a mind attack.
	‘Go to the side of the building.’ The lee side, opposite the park.
	Heather paused a moment, looked a little puzzled, then turned and made her way to the side of the building out of sight of the park.  On that side there were—trees.  Lots and lots of trees, shrubs, bushes, and an overflow parking lot.  Down thru the trees to a small path that led out to a small-small park.  James followed.
	Salix was already pretty elated that his alien infused abilities were working.
	But still, just to be sure.
	‘Take off your clothes.’

	In a fairly secure location in the small-small empty park fifteen year old Heather stripped off her simple top and big open legged walking shorts—much to James’ delight.  And HE was standing right there!  Heather seemed oblivious and James was just as much—oblivious to the fact that Heather was oblivious.
	Off came her basic white bra and down went her basic white panties.
	She was naked.
	‘Your first naked girl?’
	No, not really.
	James was a bit of a perv (aint we all!?) he had seen wee little ones naked.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	While one time babysitting his little 3yr old cousin, and giving her a bath, he kinda sorta helped himself to fingering her on the sly.  Kinda sorta.  And from fingering to stuffing her mouth with his hardened then twelve year old prick!  Seemed the thing to do.  And then—then this upstanding Christian school student positioned his naked three year old cousin on the bathroom floor and attempted rape.  Mostly he rubbed his cock against her pussy.  He humped and humped until cumming off then he maneuvered his prick all over his mess gouging the child’s cunt until he was well sated.
	Salix was shocked—but also amused.
	The fifteen year old Heather had a nice body—and all were in agreement with that as their hard-ons proved so.  James hurried out of his clothes (on being minded to do so.)  The boy stood with a raging hard-on and was completely susceptive to any mind altering input from Salix.
	The same could be said same for Salix!
	After the girl laid down, opened her legs, and looked soooo inviting—
	‘Are you a virgin?’
	Nope!
	And it wasn’t until he himself was drilling the girl that Salix minded a follow-up question—‘Who?’
	The answer was—“Tommy Inkbird.” A boy she sometimes (most times) babysat for.  He was seven—and gullible.  And a cutey!
	‘Are there other boys?’ as young as Tommy?
	Yep!
	A boy named Jack, he was eight; and a boy named Shaun, he was seven.
	Fourteen year old James was almost at cum state before even sinking his teenage prick into Heather.  He was almost a daily avid masturbator.  He didn’t hump his bed but DID hump his best pal’s butt!
	What!?
	Yep; occasionally when the boys were alone in one or another’s bedroom, camping, or someplace safe and secure they got naked and “fooled around.”
	No anal, no oral.  Just rubbing their hard dongs against the other’s smooth bare ass and circle jerking.  They WERE curious about oral and anal but hadn’t gotten up the courage to make it happen.
	James was affirmed to have his first sexual encounter, though, with a girl.
	A girl that he could actually stick his dick into.  Heather fit that profile.
	And watching as James stuck his dick into Heather, Salix found a new thrill.
	Sloppy seconds didn’t bother Salix; as soon as the boy finished he took up position finding himself also almost ready to cum from the get go.  Salix emptied his mind of whimsy and concentrated solely on the fuck.  He had watched a fair amount of porn and had had serious sexual thoughts watching the guy boink the slut.  Seeing a boink in action in person beat that.
	Achieving the orgasm melted the transplanted northerner.  Letting out his breath he virtually collapsed onto the naked teenager.  He felt his cock shiver.  He sighed deeply and felt very-very relaxed.  That he definitely needed.  A bit of playing with her teenage titties, some kissing, lots of fingering of her fresh fucked cunt, and he was ready to go again!

Finale
	As much as he enjoyed his outing to Waycross and the shenanigans in the parks, his thoughts were of Trisha and her mother, Dana.  So he made a return trip home.  Pung was still there in residence; Pung had made himself at home—as per Salix’s request from the beginning “Just make yerself at home!” So Pung did.
	Pung loved Salix’s homemade chili and cornbread; washed down with buttermilk.  Then, later, homemade moonshine.  Then, NASCAR!  Sleeping followed intermittently with bouts of waking up screaming.  So far as to note, though, he hadn’t shitted an egg so that was a plus.  For that matter—neither had Salix!  Another plus!
	Armed with the knowing that he now had mind control—

	‘take your pants down.’ once more with feeling.
	Finally, Target Trisha Haysweet, unfastened her jeans and pushed them down.  No fuss, no asking “who’s there?” no freaking out.  Salix was pleased.  There were still pesky headaches and nosebleeds to deal with but they were tolerable.  The payoff was 9yr old Trisha Haysweet taking her pants—and then panties—down to her ankles.
	Again, the hour was just after sunset and chores were yet to be done.
	‘step out of your clothes,’ Salix minded, ‘and take off your top.’
	Done!
	Once naked the girl came slowly to his clutches.  He hugged her, patted her naked butt, suckles her smallish mounds, then—
	There were probably better locations to enact shenanigans but Salix chose to lay his prize down on the ground by the trash cans.  There were pesky mosquitoes to contend with, gnats, flies, and creepy crawlies but Salix was on a mission!  More light would have also been preferred.
	The girl was a virgin.  He fingered the girl’s poon priming her for the impending invasion.  He marveled at the girl’s mindless gaze.  Only her eyes bulged when fingers not her own massaged her cunny.  Fondly and did Salix remember Kassandra.  His fingers went all over the young girl’s body exploring her before finally unleashing his prick.
	Penetration was da bomb!
	Briefly and there was remembrances of being sodomized by the alien-slugs.
	Quickly and his mind erupted with the goings on at hand—fucking Trisha.
	The girl’s body was “just right”; she could have been older but Salix was a bit of a perv and was well satisfied with the girl as she was.  He thought strongly, though, of doing same unto her mother.  But first!
	A lot of grunting—on Salix’s part.  On a bed would have been preferable; a sofa, thick carpet, anywhere but on the ground.  The grass beneath the girl was thick but it was still ground.  Salix made dutiful entry into the girl’s quim sinking almost all of his seven incher in.  A time or two he pulled out to hump the girl’s slit; then, raising her legs he poked and prodded her virgin asshole.
	Very muchly was Kassandra on his mind, and her sister, Kami, too.
	‘it’s not a dream, is it?’ he ultimately asked himself.
	Pinching himself—hard—told the tale that he was awake.  Fondly he remembered Pung trying to pinch himself whilst coated in alien-slug slime.  What an experience!  And although many who had had similar experiences told their wild tale to the media (and anyone who would listen), to scientist and military officials, too, Salix opted not to do so.
	The release of his essence (into Trisha) was beyond imagination.  It was ten times as better as when he had done so into Kassandra.  He shuddered and felt himself virtually melting.  He let out a long moan of satisfaction—then the backdoor of the home opened spilling light into the backyard.  Trisha’s mom had come out seeking her child.
	“Trisha!” she called out.
	Salix hated interruptions.  And he worried about his emotions curtailing his minding abilities.  Having just cum he knew that his “abilities” might take a hit with his emotions so wonton and influx.  Dana Hayswett stepped off the porch, hands on hips, scanning the large backyard.
	“TRISHA!” she called again with a little more sterner voice.
	‘take your pants down.’
	The woman was suddenly quiet and still.
	‘take—your—pants—down!’ Salix repeated two more times.
Success!  Thirty-something year old Dana Hayswett undone her beige knit slacks and pushed them down.  That was something that she normally wouldn’t do under most circumstances.
	After the slacks were down the panties came nextly.  That told Salix that the woman WAS under his minding control.  He hoped.  Still, though—more needed to be (to her mind) for insurance.
	After stepping out of her pants and panties she ditched her top and bra and stood butt bare assed naked.  Salix slowly made his way to the woman—butt naked as well.  His cock dripping cum led the way.  Off in the distance he could hear some rowdy rednecks whooping it up.  It wasn’t Friday night or Saturday night but that didn’t matter to a redneck.  Rednecks didn’t need much of a reason to “whoop” it up.
	Poised before Dana he waved his hand before her face.
	Nothing.
	Sticking out his tongue and flicking like he was licking her out or something also resulted in no reaction from the woman.  So he stepped right up against her, hands around her hips and then began smoothing his hands to her bare ass.
	Nice!
	She didn’t knead his balls, scream, rip his eyes out, or grab his dick angrily.
	Dana had short ultra curly strawberry blond hair.  A nice round face, cantaloupe style titties.  A tattoo of a multicolored butterfly was on her right titty; a skull and crossbones was on the left and upper side of her almost hairless cunt.  Salix smacked his cock against her stomach and angled said cock down to her womanly.
	No reaction from the woman whatsoever.
	And none, either, when he put said cock IN to her womanly.
	This was done with the woman laying nakedly out on the grassy ground.  Bugs aplenty pestered Salix as he put it to the naked woman on the grassy ground but he did the deed regardless.  Her daughter’s pussy was grand and Salix very-very muchly had enjoyed doing her.  Plowing his splooge shooter into Dana gave him a thrill beyond comprehension.  She hadn’t been laid in quite a while giving her cock hungry cunt quite the deal with dealing with Salix’s invading dong.
	It was quite a fuck lasting more than the usual 2-3 minutes.
	Quite a fuck.  And again, Salix felt himself melting.  His toes curled!
	And with no reaction and that somewhat bothered the man.  He let it go and returned to Trisha carrying her into the house.  After laying the child out on her bed he fetched her clothes.  Then he brought in the girl’s momma, her clothes, then stepped into the shower for a very relaxing drenching.
	His cock was still mostly thick and hard—and aching!
	A generous licking out of Trisha’s cunt followed by an even more generous fuck was just the thing!  He felt revitalized and wavered between realities—the alien-slug encounter still created havoc within his being.  The infused now imbued EMAD-like abilities though were welcomed were also a concern.
	He didn’t know what the concern was—other than medical (the nosebleed and pesky brain piercing headache.)  He that at some point in time there would be consequences.  So be it.  He loved on Trisha enjoying the girl’s pussy without fear of being caught or interrupted.  He was even able to roll the girl over and spank her butt!
	After downing a couple of beers and a couple shots of whiskey (store bought) he took his aching smoldering cock to Dana and fucked her silly.  Well, he himself silly anyways.  He fucked once, came, and then engaged in her again having the woman on all fours.  She never knew a thing!

In the South, the War may be over—but not so as you know it
	Whooping rednecks usually meant something interesting was going on.
	Usually it involved drinking and something mud, fire, a 4-wheel drive, and someone naked—usually all at once!  Rednecks love to party; they need no special occasion to do so, neither!  A barbeque get-together, a social event, a brand new set of swampers, a new fishing pole, tax refund, or the birth of a child will usually do it.
	At the Nestbird farm the rednecks there had a young black man strung up by his wrists inside the barn.  He was naked.  Crying and being held to her knees by a group of men was the white girl the black boy had been caught fucking.  Two Nestbird men were whipping the black man, he was actually nineteen years young.  The white girl was a mere eighteen.  All but two of the men were siblings of the white girl.  The patriarch of the family, Ned Nestbird, stood glaring at not the black fellow, but his slutty naked, daughter.
	With a snarl, “Whip the hide of that sombitch!” Ned said, “Then take his worthless bones out to Ole Butcher!”  turning his bulky self to head out the door,
	“Then you can do whatever with that one,” meaning Cindy, “when yer done, ship her nigger lovin’ ass off to her nigger lovin’ momma!” he spat chew and left the barn.
	Marius Batterup was delirious and hung almost lifeless from the barn’s wood crossbeam (by his wrists.)  He was a tall fellow, short nappy hair, big lips, big dick, and black as crude oil.  Adam Nestbird had a length of leather strap he was using to “whip the hide” of the man’s body.  His brother, Brian, had a long belt used for horsing around.

	Cindy Nestbird cried uncontrollably and screamed as Marius hung limply.  He bled all over and seemed very lifeless—until Carl Nestbird zapped the black man’s ass with an electrified cattle prod.  Marius jiggled in his bindings but was no longer capable of uttering understandable words.
	Naked Cindy howled; her brothers, and two hired hands, held her firmly.
	Although there were two black men working the Nestbird farm it was well known that Ned Nestbird did not care for black folk nor did his family.  Well, save for one.  Catching his daughter naked on top of Marius just about did the old man in.  He knew that his daughter was sweet on the black fella and more than once did he take a belt to her.
	“Pa said we could do with her as we want!” giggled Dale.
	It wouldn’t be the first time, however, the Nestbird boys had done what they wanted with their sister.  The two hired hands had also “done what they wanted”.
	But not all at once.
	Adam dropped the leather strap then dropped his pants.
	The other boys followed suit, including the two hired hands, Wade and Zeke.  Cindy, already naked, panicked.  But she was no match for the horny boys; Adam the oldest Nestbird brother at twenty-two with Earl the youngest at thirteen.  Firstly, across a hay bale the girl was wrestled and a belt was lashed across her bare very-very tan ass.  The boys surrounding her, holding her down, were naked.
	Once Cindy’s ass was tomato red—
	“I’m first!” announced Adam.  His cock was raging hard.  On his knees he firstly parted his sister’s ass and began licking her puckering hole.  Then, after a little bare hand to bare ass spanking he positioned himself whereas he could spank her ass with his cock, gouge the hole, then slide into her vagina.
	Regardless of being hammered by her brothers (and hired hands) AND big dick Marius, Cindy’s cunt was still cock pleasing snug.  Adam slid effortlessly into her cunny achieving his goal in 2-minutes.  Thrusting hard he creamed into his sister’s sex, pulling out to gouge/fuck the girl’s asshole (also not virginal) then relinquishing his command of the girl to another.
	On her knees she was wrestled from the hay bale; her long lovely super curly brown hair wrenched back so as a brother could face fuck her.  Another brother shoved his fuck stick into her mouth.  Cindy fought back but was already out of energy.  Adam and Dale managed to cum in her pussy; Carl creamed her asshole.  Earl emptied his tool splooge into her mouth.  Wade and Zeke double teamed the girl creaming off in both holes putting the girl into a delirious state of being.
	Marius had come around and was wrestling as he was hung.  The ropes binding his hands and stringing him up whereas his feet were 2-feet from the hay strewn ground with rubbing the skin off his wrists.
	He was a muscular fellow and was trying to pull himself up.
	His back was laced with whip marks, along with his buttocks and legs.  He had been beaten upon first being caught.  When the Nestbird family (and hired hands) came in on them unexpectedly he had literally thrown the girl off of him then grabbed a pitchfork to defend himself.
	There were too many of the Nestbirds, though, and he was subdued.
	And then beaten.
	And then strung up by his wrists.
	And then beaten some more.
	It was evening type time; a little Georgia humid, the stench of barnyard animals (and their manure) permeating the sullen air.  On the floor in a stall lay the naked Cindy sobbing uncontrollably, whimpering, and well-well fucked.  Marius showed great strength as he struggled to pull himself up.  His muscles rippled as he very nearly made the huge crossbeam.
	The Nestboys yanked the man down hearing a bone snap.
	A wrist was broken; so was the man’s spirit.  He languished in his agony.  More was to come.  Hired hand Zeke picked up the long handled cattle motivator—he eyed Marius’ thick meaty cock.
	“Boy, that some dick you got!” he giggled.  “Bet it was something!”
	Marius didn’t reply but hung limply.
	“Hope it was worth it.” snarled Adam.  “It’s your last fuck!” and with a powerful doubled up fist hit the man in the backside.  Marius reacted somewhat bending his untethered legs and wincing.
	Zeke touched the tip of the black man’s cock with the cattle prod.
	Marius freaked the fuck out.
	The Nestbird boys (and hired hands) chortled highly.  A round of ‘shine went among the snickering men with Dale remembering what his Pa had said,
	“When we’re done with him,” and shooting a glaring look to his distraught sister, “we’re supposed to haul his hide out to Ole Butcher.”
	Adam nodded and chewed on a piece of straw thoughtfully.
	Long minutes passed; Zeke zapped the man’s well hung penis and then his clenched up testicles until the man began sputtering froth.  Carl cut the man down and he collapsed to the floor.
	“Pick him up.” Adam said sternly.
	Brother Bo and Carl picked the man up and though he had been beaten and electrocuted he still amazingly had fight in him!  With hands still bound he managed to send an uppercut into Bo’s chin; Marius then stepped hard onto Carl’s foot and then brought his knee up into the teen’s balls.  When the sixteen year old doubled over—Marius brought his ball smashing knee into the teen’s chin.

	By then and the other Nestbirds (and hired hands) were on the black youth pummeling him into submission—or near death whichever comes first.  The men got up to tend to Bo and Carl, unattended sister Cindy made a dash for the barn’s regular side door—but Adam got her throwing her into another stall and then wrestling with her, slapping and very heartily pinching her nipples.
	While that was going on, Marius came up with the cattle prod.
	His eyes were nearly shut but that didn’t matter—whoever he “touched” was good enough.  His aim was way off but he did get one lucky “touch”; Dale.  Earl came up with a block and tackle that was being repaired but still mostly together.  He swung it with all his thirteen year old might upside the black man’s head.
	Marius dropped to the ground, twitching.

	“You two, stay with her—do what you want!” Adam said angrily.  Then, he and his brothers (no hired hands) dragged the near lifeless body of Marius Batterup out of the barn and to the nearby swamp.
	As soon as the Nestbirds were out of sight—which in the Georgia darkness didn’t take but a minute, Zeke wrestled Cindy out of the stall she was in back to the hay bale.  Then he commenced to spanking her.  Wade wrenched her hair back shoving his cock into her mouth.  Behind her and Zeke entered her asshole.  Cindy was intolerant and fought back with flailing arms and tries at kicking.
	The girl’s lashing out only got her more in peril with Zeke pulling out and inserting the cattle prod!
	“Bitch!” he grumbled, “I’ve had enough of your sass!” and electrified the girl’s bowels.
	Talk about freaking the fuck out!
	Wade was already cummed out from the earlier bout with the girl but managed to shoot another load, into her mouth this time as opposed to her asshole he had fucked earlier.  The girl threw her arms all about, sputtered as the huge quantity of cum was more than she could almost handle, and shit a river of shit.
	“Eew-weee!” snorted Zeke, “Looky what you done did!” he bitched to the tormented girl.  Tossing the cattle prod away he turned the girl over not so nicely stuffing her cunt with his dirtied dick.  Wade had a time holding the girl still but managed until Zeke got his nut.
	Then Wade took a turn in the girl’s twat while Zeke mused at what they could do next to her.  Meanwhile, out in the swamp—Ol’ Butcher!

	Piercing eyes in the gloom of the swamp—could be an owl.  Could be.
	Piercing eyes could be one of the dozens of frogs.  Could be.
	Piercing eyes could be one the slithering creatures—snakes!  Could be.
	Piercing eyes of the swamp mostly were from Ol’ Butcher!
	Anyone who stepped foot, sloshed about the swampy waters, or paddled by boat or canoe did not escape the attention of the swamps main longtime resident, Ol’ Butcher.  Long strands of moss, huge ugly swamp trees, thick marshy soupy brackish waters all were signs of “you’re not welcomed” to venture within.
	But folk around those parts liked danger.
	They also liked frogs, snakes, and gators.
	From the sign that said “WARNING!  DO NOT ENTER!” the Nestbird boys slowly eased their boat thru the maze of waterlogged trees almost half a mile in.  Just about nobody ventured so; just wasn’t a wise thing to do.  It was damn dark out in the swamp, the boys had flashlights, the boat had a light, and that was about it.  The tree canopy was so that no light from the great beyond could peer within.
	There was a certain tree that the Nestbird boys were familiar with.  It was here they guided their boat then strung up a rope and attached it to the delirious Marious Batterup.  He was just about dead—and in moments he would wish he was!
	Once more strung up by his wrists the black boy was hung to where his feet dangled freely about two feet from the water.
	“Make Ol’ Butcher work for it!” snickered Dale.
	Earl hung on to the sides of the boat—he regarded it as rickety and questionable.  It was old, water seeped in along the keel, and it seemed likely that any minutes it was going tip over.  Being the youngest “fear” had a grip on the young fellow.  He watched with a frozen mind as the black began to come around and take wonder at his fate.
	Blood dripped down along his sleek muscular body.
	He babbled something incoherently something like “What the fuck are you white bastards doing now!?”
	Just then and Ol’ Butcher leaped up out of the water—a huge horrifying alligator.  There was heard tell of another Ol’ Butcher in neighboring Florida, but it wasn’t a gator but a huge bullfrog!
	Anyways, Ol’ Butcher he leaps up and takes a hunk of man meat out of the niggar’s leg, his thigh specifically.  The man screams until he cant scream no more.  Ol’ Butcher he leaps up again snapping the man’s lower leg clean off!  The big ol’ gator he disappears ‘neath the displaced waters sending up a foul stench that knock a buzzard silly.
	Then Ol’ Butches comes up again yanking the man’s other leg off!
	And right there in the blazing lights of the boat and crew that ole gator he gulps down that leg!  Then he disappears under the turbulent water.  The man dangling from the tree limb—he be as lifeless as death.
	“Cut him down.” Adam Nestbird said solemn voice.

	Brad shuffled to the front standing precariously in the boat to cut the dead man down.  And just as he was to cut the rope leading up to the jutting swamp tree limb—
	“WATCH OUT!” screamed Earl.
	Ol’ Butcher he leaps up out of the water he was lurking ‘neath and takes a big ole bite of dead black man and he twists taking the lower half of the man into the brackish water.  The water so upset that it tips the boat and the Nestbird brothers they go swimming!

	With her legs spread wide, Zeke took a long look at the girl’s ass.  It was one of them thare pillowy asses; nice and round with just a bit o’ cushion.  Her hole glistened with gobs of cum oozing out of it.  The cheeks were still reddened from the rash spanking she had gotten.  Wade stood nearby strokin’ his member.
	“Should we get her off to her momma’s?” Zeke asked.
	Wade shrugged, “It too late to get her to the bus station, we can take her in tomorra.”
	Zeke chuckled, “Sounds good to me!” then he ups up close to the naked girl spanking her reddened ass with his smoldering schlong.  Pinching the cheeks, gouging his fingers to her pussy and pinching both pussy and asshole, Zeke was enjoying himself.  Cindy was all out of energy; she wept and sobbed and soon was gobbling on Wade’s foul cock with this go round with not so much force.
	Zeke took to one more time of spanking the “nigger lovin’” girl, using his hands and the leather strap.  Then he stuffed himself into the girl’s cunny (and continued to smack the girl’s hips as he did so.)

	Depleted after emptying their splooge cannons into Cindy Nestbird, hired hands Wade and Zeke sought sleep and were not denied.  They virtually collapsed after a serious shagging of the teenager—schlepping their salamis into her pussy at the same time!  When done and done the boys one-two fell away to lay moaning in glee and agony all one.  Slowly they succumbed to sleep.
	The hour was late.
	Outside and the old windmill squeaked as it turned lazily in the slight breeze.  Ten million and one frogs ribbited with a cacophony of crickets and June bugs joining in on the chorus.  Cindy stood cocking her head curiously side to side admiring her handiwork.  There were uncontrollable twitches racking her young body; her ass still stung and her cunny was sore-sore-sore.
	Zeke stared blankly up to the rafters of the barn—his dark eyes still bearing the audacity of Cindy’s actions.  The girl gave no acknowledgement of feelings.  The girl stood and stared and stared watching the blood seep out of the small in-a-row holes in his chest.
	Blood dripped, too, from the pitchfork in Cindy’s hands.
	Wade, too, lay with his legs spread; holes the size of the tines on the pitchfork, were in his hands as he had tried desperately to protect his scrotum.  Cindy’s might, though, had been powerful enough to drive the pitchfork thru the man’s hands and into his ball sac.  Whilst the man reeled from the impalement the girl drove the pitchfork into his chest.
	Meanwhile, in da nearby swamp—

	Dale dragged what remained of his brother, Carl, thru the murky waters to a small mound of mud.  He sat somewhat disillusioned.  The swamp was quiet; dead quiet.  A new stench drifted along the wisps of what seemed like smoke but was a mix of fog and swamp gas.
	A fly came landing on his hand.  For a long moment he stared at the pest.
	Droplets of blood dripped from his nose.
	His eyes hurt; in his ears he heard a long piercing whine of a mosquito.
	The fly on his hand darted away but came back.
	A muscle spasm rocked him; blood filled his mouth.
	His head hurt.  Some sun made ice tea would be good—with a jigger of ‘shine dropped in to kick it!  Pancakes!  He wanted some pancakes dripping with butter and syrup.  And strawberries squished on top with bananas and peaches!
	His sister Cindy made the best pancakes.  His Ma used to make the best pancakes but she done runned off with that black guy who came to fix the generator.  Sure did make Pa mad.
	The fly buzzed around buzzing off his hand and then back to it seemingly dancing on the blood.  Angrily and Dale picked his hand up and threw it into the swamp.  Pancakes sure would taste good.
	Not far away but out of sight regardless and Bo floated on the swamp water.
	In his haste to get out of the swamp water in the middle of the bleak tumultuous night, Adam Nestbird tried shimming up a tree.  Usually and he was a good tree climber besting his brothers and most others all around the county.  Half way up from the murky waters of the swamp and Adam lost his grip falling down to be impaled by the trees piercing tree root.
	Young Earl never surfaced.

	Ned Nestbird stepped out into the hallway from the bathroom confronting his naked eighteen year old daughter, Cindy.
	“What the hell you got there?” he asked angrily.
	“A birthday gift for you, Papa.” And she raised the .30-06 wasting no time with words.  The burly man stumbled backwards conveying on his face,
	“Why?”
	Cindy blasted the graying man again totally obliterating his chest.
	The big man fell to the ground with a grunt.
	The grandfather clock in the hallway beneath the big-big Confederate flag clicked silently in its night mode; the hum of the refrigerator, and the continuous running of the toilet made the only noises in the home.  Cindy lowered the double barreled weapon placing the still smoldering holes on the man’s head.  Had there been cartridges in the chamber she might have pulled the trigger “one more time!”
	“Miss, Miss?”
	Cindy shook her head being woken from a sudden startle.
	“Miss, destination?”
	Cindy batted her eyes and took a breath.  It was 7AM; downtown Waycross.
	Before her at the ticket counter the clerk waited patiently.
	“Atlanta.” Cindy in her most charming southern belle voice.
	The clerk smiled and printed out her ticket.
	“Have a nice trip,” the clerk said taking the money, “going to see family?”
	“Just that nigger lovin’ Momma of mine!” she said with a twinkle and a smile.  The clerk, a non-white, soured at the perky teen with the too-bubbly personality and bouncy blond ponytail.  Had he known she who she was he would have charged her more than the nominal $90.
	Cindy cared less how the clerk felt.  The baggage clerk took her bag, checked it, and the seemingly happy-go-lucky girl went to the adjoining café to have a bit of breakfast for the long trip.
	In the swamp, still dangling from the huge swamp tree, the top half of Marius Batterup swayed in the breeze drifting thru.  The man’s eyes were wide open and seemingly staring at the two Nestbird boys on the mud mound.  Below him and the gator Ol’ Butcher swam slowly having had a full night of dinning on rednecks.