August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 4
And the Saga Continues
Obsessions

Madness
	The cumming
	Mallory Bealock came home one day in a little bit o’ pain and discomfort.  She had taken a bad spill while rollerblading and no one was home save for her Daddy, Stan Bealock.  The twelve year old had on her protective equipment; helmet, elbow and knee pads, but the part that was hurted was not so well protected.
	“What happened, honey?” Stan asked of his child who was hobbling in from the kitchen door.
	“I fell.” she said wincing.
	With nothing bleeding or a bone jutting out—
	“Where’d you hurt yourself?” he asked out of concern.
	“My butt!” she exclaimed (and was close to losing it, too.)
	The house of Bealock was a nice two-story townhouse, no front yard but a nice big backyard w/no pool!  Stan Bealock was a single father raising not one, not two, but THREE girls!  The oldest was fifteen, the youngest barely five—and Mallory half way into her twelfth year.
	Stan Bealock was a nice looking man, professional type person; kind of a dweeb, in his late 30s, dark hair—and his girls all had honey blond!  He was thin built, dressed usually in crisp tee-shirt and sports jacket.
	Mallory was in discomfort big time.  Stan helped get her equipment off and then it was his turn to get off…  The hurtie-owie of his child was at her butt, specifically at the crease.  While rollerblading she attempted some maneuver that didn’t go well and she took a tumble at the park at the area for rollerbladers.  It was a rough block walk home.
	“Well,” Daddy Stan said, “lemme see.”
	Mallory bent over and pushed her short off-pink cotton pants down THEN her basic white panties down.  At the crease of the butt and top of the left leg there was a scrape.  She had also smacked down hard on her butt as a whole.  It had been a few years since Stan had seen his daughter’s ass—he liked it (a lot!)

	It couldn’t be helped—Stan admired his daughter’s ass and got a hard-on.
	Afterwards; the antiseptic was applied.  Mallory remained bent over and Stan eyed her hole—and the girl’s pussy.  He shuddered—it had been YEARS since he had last fingered that.  (of the youngest Bealock daughter, Michelle, he was giving her baths and lightly—lightly getting away with fingering her!)  OH!
	But this was Mallory.  She was twelve, almost thirteen.  Such lovely hair!  On her head, too!  Long and soft; arms, legs, and hair!  At age ten she had begun “chest development.”  Sister Denise hadn’t started her development until half way into her eleventh year!
	A real pretty girl was Mallory; a lovely smile, a delicious laugh; she was very polite and got into a little mischief but that was the norm and acceptable.  She didn’t tell lies, kept her farts to herself, minded well, and was mostly a “B” average student.  All perfectly normal and acceptable.
	‘touch it.’
	Stan didn’t really need much goading—he was gonna (do it) anyways.
	And he did.
	And surprisingly—Mallory didn’t balk.  There was no tensing up, no “What the fuck are you doing!?” or any of that.  Daddy Stan smoothed his hand over his daughter’s ass—then poked the hole and gently with great diligence brushed the back of his finger to the front of her cunt.
	It was a natural reaction for the young girl to tense up there.
	Slowly and did Mallory lower her panties ALL THE WAY!
	Then she stepped out of her pants and undies and spread her legs even more!
	Daddy Stan was in fits.
	Mallory moved to fully be bent over with her hands on the floor fully exposing herself.  Fully!  Stan’s mouth hung open wide in shock (but not dismay.)  His eyes never moved from her ass, hole, cunt.
	‘go ahead, lick her out!’
	The Voice hardly needed to encourage the 30 something professional man; he and his girls went to church; were involved in community events; had jillions of friends, and were the atypical American family.  And that also included sexual deviancy to some degree of one kind or another.
	Case in point—
	As Stan began licking out his daughter’s pre-teen cunt he discovered that she was not quite a virgin.  The pussy lips were smooth but there was “evidence” of sexual activity.  At first and Stan was in a quandary; what to do about his possible promiscuous child?  He was twelve when he first fucked a girl—and the girl was ten!  But that was him—this was his child—HIS child!
	As Stan sat back in a bit of a funk, Mallory rolled over,
	“What’s the matter, Dad?” she asked innocently.
	‘tell her you want to fuck her!’
	Pretty bold, huh?  Not Dmitri Tsugua’s style—so it must be someone else!
	“I-I want to fuck you, honey.” Stan said.
	The bold statement caught the young girl off guard.  She was cool with the idea but didn’t expect to hear it from her Dad.  She blushed, giggled, blushed deeply then pulled off her top and bra to sit bare ass butt naked on the kitchen floor!
	Then the girl laid down, opened her legs WIDE for her Daddy and Daddy about busted a nut!  He shuddered all over and the “want to” was deep set upon him.  For a moment it didn’t matter that she was his child; for a moment it didn’t matter that she was only twelve.  He went down on the girl’s pussy licking it like it would be the last pussy he licked!
	Then almost furiously as his cock screamed for attention he pulled off his clothes and right there—right there on the kitchen floor FUCKED his middle child.  Mallory eyed her Daddy’s cock as it was freed from his slacks and underwear.  Her mouth hung open as it was quite a cock to eye.  (but it wasn’t her FIRST cock to eye!)  more on that in just a bit
	There was not much foreplay—Stan’s cock wanted IN Mallory’s pussy and that was all there was to it.  And since it didn’t appear that there would be much resistance…
	Mallory was not a virgin.
	She took her Daddy’s dong—although it was a snug fit—but she took it into her sex just the same.  Stan slid most of his manly manhood into his child with his mind mostly blank.  All there was was pussy—all that mattered was getting his cock INTO that pussy.  Circumstances and afterwards be damned!
	Sperm was already jutting thru his shaft; tingling sensations abounded all over giving him incredible shivers he had long since thought gone.  He took his time shoving his meat pole into the girl’s cunt; he did pull out and hump himself against her poon then pushed back in and got busy with the seriousness that was fucking.
	Mallory was not a virgin.

*
Curricular activities, extra!
	Behind the backstop—bam-ed-dee-boo
	Under the bleachers—bam-ed-dee-boo
	In the Art Room--------bam-ed-dee-boo
	Behind the bus barn---bam-ed-dee-boo

	Pretty active for a pair of twelve year olds!  Sixth graders Mallory and Pauly found engaging in sexual activities AT school to be more exciting than the other places they did it; at the river, in the backseat of their parents’ car, in her bedroom, in his bedroom, under the house, backyard, in the pool—lots of fucking!  Lots!  Oral, anal; sidewise, backways, Reverse Missionary, whatever worked for the moment they did it.
	Then they got caught.
	Principal Grey Blastcloud caught them in the act; the act of doing it doggie style.  They were still clothed—partially.  Young Pauly was more frightened than was Mallory.  Mallory was just concerned—when her Dad would find out she would be grounded until college!
	The two naughty-naughty children were marched to Mr. Blastcloud’s office; the window shades drawn.  A scolding was first followed by a spanking.  Pauly went first and received five HARD smacks to his ass; then, THEN,
	“Take your pants down!”
	Pauly was already highly emotional; Mallory?  Still concerned.
	With his pants down, undies still in place—two hard smacks.  Then,
	“Take your underwear down!” Mr. Blastcloud said sternly and firmly.
	Pauly was crying but inched his underwear down and Mr. Blastcloud landed two more smacks (hard).  The boy moved to the vinyl green love seat where he sat sobbing (with his pants and undies at his ankles.)
	Mallory didn’t get swatted all that much; she was a good girl and her last swatting was when as a mere toddler.  Playfully, she and Pauly spanked one another but nothing serious or hard—so there was a little trepidation as she stood to take her punishment.
	Just three swats to her ass before undoing her pants and pushing them down.
	The swat was pretty hard—much harder than what Pauly delivered.
	Two swats to her panty clad ass kind of stung a little and made her flinch some—but still tolerable.  With her panties at her ankles the next two swats brought her to tears.
	When Mallory took seat on the love seat there was a noticeable “bulge” betwixt the Principal’s legs.  The bulge was pronounced and remarkable.  A long silence there was; then,
	‘Take it out—let them see it.’
	Mr. Blastcloud paused a moment, made a face, cocked his head, contemplated—contemplated—contemplated.  Then whipped it out.  And there it was; seven and a half inches of serious cock.  Not too thick, not overly long—it was JUST right!
	“Whoa baby!” announced Mallory.  Other than Pauly, she had taken cock from Jeffry Cullquam—he was a sophomore at the high school nearby and HE had a nice cock—but not as nice as Mr. Blastcloud’s.
	To Mr. Blastcloud’s surprise—both kids stripped off ALL their clothes then stood stark naked before him.  Each student took holt of his massive boner and stroked it, squeezed it, kissed it, SUCKED IT!  
	Mallory went first.  She LOVED the taste of dick!
	Pauly?  Not so much.
	The boy retched, gagged, made disgusted face, and had only bobbed his head down on the manly manhood four times!  Afterwards, he got on his hands and knees and Mallory—and Mallory LICKED HIS HOLE!  She did!  This only got Mr. Blastcloud all the harder.
	‘Fuck him.’
	Grey Blastcloud was breathing hard at this point; both kids had slobbered nicely on his schlong; they were naked, he had spanked them, his was hard; he was horny.  Soooo,
	With guidance help from Mallory, Blastcloud entered twelve year old Pauly’s turd way thoroughly mastering the boy’s ass.  Pauly was NOT an anal virgin!  (Info on who was buggering the boy was not acquired—it wasn’t on the Voice’s criterion; deemed not necessary.)
	Afterwards—it was Mallory’s turn.
	Pauly had been butt bothering Mallory on an equal basis as much as he was schlamming his dick trench—but Mr. Blastcloud had a more prominent probe.  She grunted some, fingered her cunt some, sucked on Pauly’s cock some and eventually the man pulled out of her sphincter delivering a hellacious amount of spunk spoodeeodie.
	Mallory felt like (after the removal) she had just taken the biggest crap of her life!

	A couple of days later—and before the incident with her Daddy in the kitchen on the kitchen floor—and the sweet girl with great personality was butt bare ass naked (again) in the Principal’s office without Pauly.  Here and the girl was receiving Mr. Blastcloud’s cock to her pussy.  The fuck was intense—intense!  Amazingly the girl was able to take most of the man’s penis!  He pulled out and smacked the penis against the twelve year old’s pussy, jabbed his way up her asshole, then rammed his way back into her cunt!
	Afterwards, after school, Mallory went one way and Mr. Blastcloud made for home.  He had an unseen passenger!

	At home it was evident that Mr. Blastcloud had a desire (unnatural) for his teenage daughter, Heather.  She was sixteen and quite a good looking girl—brown eyes that were amazing, long silky brown hair, a fantatical slender body—she was something to look at for sure for sure.
	After some time of observing how strong the desire was, Seth, The Strangler! Strangle decided to help out the cause.  The man was still on the wild winds of sexual deviancy with Mallory (and Pauly) so it was fairly easy to continue manipulating him into continuing his deviancy with his daughter.
	And like Dmitri, having an EMAD keep you invisible and manipulating a couple of minds or so taxes the mind manipulating unit whereas it takes a lot of concentration diverting the operator’s attention to a car driving up in the drive-way and even the clicking of high heels on the brick inlay to the front door…
	Grey Blastcloud was putting it to his sixteen year old daughter in her bedroom on her bed—this after she had sucked his dick.  He watched her as she slowly peeled off her clothes and laid herself out on her bed fingering herself with her panties dangling off of one ankle.  Grey was stark naked himself, cum dripping from his very well manhood; daughter Heather was NOT a virgin, either!
	After some hugging, groping, ass fondling, cock sucking, it was down to business whereas there was little goading from The Strangler! in prodding the man to “go down” on his daughter and lick/lap away.
	Again, Seth didn’t do Q&A, which would have been interesting but oh well.
	Heather had a nice bod and she was getting pretty well fucked.  Seth assumed the football team; maybe someone on the faculty, that guy down the street, and boyfriend for sure.  
	Ms. Blastcloud walked in just as Mr. Blastcloud was cumming off.
	Can we say 911?  Ms. Jane Blastcloud nearly lost her mind—then she started shrieking and screaming slinging her purse onto her husband before freaking the fuck out and running down the hall.  Grey chased after her; she grabbed a very expensive Chinese vase and smashed it against his head followed by grabbing the hallway table and smashing that against him, too.
	The two grabbled with Jane managing to land a plowing knee to her naughty misbehaving husband’s balls.  That’ll take the sail out of your wind!  Well—strangely, Mr. Blastcloud still managed a significant boner.  The two grabbled with Grey slamming his wife backwards against the wall.  She slapped him HARD upside the face—he returned the slap that sent her sprawling down the stairs where she landed in a twitching heap at the bottom.
	For a moment Grey stood there in shock at what he had done and whathad happened.  “Oh my God!” he blurted; then was shoved from behind,
	‘Go join her!’
	Grey went nakedly sprawling down the stairs to lay in a crumbled heap.
	Seth squatted watching the two twitch.  Jane Blastcloud babbled as she twitched but didn’t seem to be too bad for her tumble.  Mr. Blastcloud remained motionless.  A couple of minutes passed and Seth made way back to Heather’s room.
	The girl was still mindless.  Seth wiped her pussy clean of all the cum her Daddy had spilled then stuffed her pussy his ownself and fucked her brains out.  Some ass spanking was involved, titty mauling, and serious fucking.  When done, he turned her over and shoved his mighty cock of hellish dominion into the girl’s pooper where he found it not so snug, either.
	Just at the pivotal point of cumming off therein he drew the sash cord tightly about her throat until no more air escaped from her whatsoever.  He then delivered a healthy load of teen spunk then made way down the stairs to the parental units.
	The Mr. parental unit was dead—broken neck.
	The Ms. parental unit had a broken back, fractured leg and arm, slight head injury and in desperate need of medical attention.  Seth positioned her over her husband’s body, her mouth taking his cock into her mouth while Seth shoved his adequate cock into the woman’s cunt.  The fuck was on!
	Having already achieved glory that day—getting some from Mallory in Mr. Blastcloud’s office, then a teacher as an appetizer and another 6th grader as dessert, Seth’s schlong was pretty well worn out.  But he managed—Jane grunted and her head injury really was becoming an issue.  Seth rammed her asshole then slammed her cunt until that magical plateau was once more attained.
	And Jane got hers, too!
	And while she was getting hers—she bit off her husband’s cock!
	Oh!

*

	The kitchen floor was a hell of a place to fuck—but it was the spur of the moment type thing and Daddy Stan couldn’t chance losing the moment taking his willing pre-teen daughter to his room or hers.  Her pussy was so sweet!  His cock literally danced inside her sex!
	And on and on it went; Stan shoved himself into his daughter’s sweet oh-so sweet pussy cumming off not once but thrice!  Each orgasm was better than the last!  He pulled out to hump the girl’s gash then plunged back in for some serious thrusting.  It was incredible!
	Mallory got off, too.
	Then they lay there—all sweaty, heaving, panting, cum oozing and pooling.  Mallory lay staring up to the ceiling; mouth open, eyes kind of glossed over.  “Wow.” she said.  It wasn’t a cock like Mr. Blastcloud but it was good enough.
	For Stan, he had no idea boning his daughter could get him off so.
	Slowly and he began suckling on Mallory’s titties, fingering her pussy, and getting more aroused—again.  With his cock pressed hard against her thigh, Stan began kissing on his child; Mallory reciprocated with returning the kiss—her tongue dancing inside her Dad’s mouth.  Their bodies meshed; hands went everywhere to finally Stan tried for Hole #2!
	That was done with Mallory’s legs up along his chest, her ankles on his shoulders.  Stan’s schlong went slowly invading his daughter’s cornhole—surprising him when he found it was so giving!  Mallory grunted just the same, made a face, then her anal muscles relented and swallowed backwards taking in something that usually the muscles pushed out!
	A dirty dong was the result—but it was a happy dong!
	The two merged from the kitchen floor to the hall bathroom.  There, more happy times, more orgasms, more dirty dongs—a clean dong (just doing dirty things.)  While still in the bathroom; Stan re-stuff his bone into Mallory’s asshole.  While in the shower he had fucked her pussy AND asshole!  While on her knees partially dry, Stan crammed himself into Mallory’s hole “just because.”  In the shower, with her shoulders against the shower wall he had managed nicely to fuck her pussy and then her soaped up asshole.
	After that—Stan was well worn out.
	So was Mallory.

	Later on and this happened…
	In her room, oldest Bealock girl, Denise, lay nakedly spread out on her bed—gettin’ after it!  At fifteen, Denise was a nice looking girl; perfect height, weight, shape—everything.  She had a nice little laugh, outgoing, adventurous, a little daring, but not as sexual active as her sister.  Denise had spread her legs for ONE boy and one boy only!  And that boy was boinking Denise’s poon “occasionally.”
	‘Do you want to FUCK her?’
	The definitive answer was a hearty “YES!” Why not, he was screwing his twelve year old daughter; why not the fifteen year old?  And since the unseen Seth Strangle desired muchly to do same (fuck the fifteen year old) he paved the way to make it so.  He even let the daddy have his turn first!
	Stan entered his teenage daughter’s room.  It was evening type time and Stan was not well dressed—just a bathrobe.  Just a bathrobe.  As he approached his daughter’s bed he ditch the robe and stood stark naked.  Denise, on the bed, lay still, with panties still dangling off her foot!
	Stan engulfed the girl’s cunny and made yummy sounds as he did so.

	And noshing at the Y there was served up a scrumptious feast of Tube Steak with Cream Sauce.  Then effortlessly he slid in his masterful cock not really realizing that his first born precious child, “A” student, Honor Student, on the Dean’s List (of honorable students), Captain of her Swim Team, was a girl without a tight twat.  Stan didn’t care.  All that mattered was to get in, get busy, get off, get out.
	Slowly he began pumping; his thrusts were determined and for the first minute it was slow motion thrusting.  He fucked with slow deliberate pumps until that moment came whereas his thrusts became a little more.  Natural instinct took over and that tingling feeling in his cock called the shots.  The immeasurable feeling drove the increasing thusts to higher and higher plateaus.
	Denise, too, reacted as she should getting laid.

	Then; couple of days later and the incident involving Mr. Burstcloud’s family came to light.  Mallory was beside herself—her Daddy unaware of her extracurricular activities with the man.  She was inconsolable.  Stan tried but at length the girl went to her room to cry her heart out.
	Denise came home and tried to talk to her sister—didn’t help much; Mallory wanted to be alone.  The news of the horrific ending of Mr. Blastcloud and his family was big news that was horrifying to say the least.  There were a couple of days before the last incident took place.
	That, of course, was while giving little five year old Michelle a bath—Stan got wood.  He usually did while bathing his youngest child but this time he was naked with her!  He also got in the bath with her which led to coaxing the girl to “play” with his periscope.  Of course, the unseen Seth Strangle was there helping things along.
	Occasionally, during the bath, little Michelle would look right at Seth as if she saw him.
	“Sometimes little kids, dogs, cats, parrots, can see us regardless.” Dim later told his friend, The Strangler!
	Seth stared back at the girl; she was easily distracted (by her naughty naked in the bathtub with her daddy.)  And after much playing with his cock; her little hands about the masterful schlong, grinding her pussy against it, they merged onto the bathroom floor where Daddy Stan licked out his young daughter’s pussy, seriously fingered it, shoved a finger up her asshole, then straddled her chest to chest fuck her before face fucking her.
	Daughters Denise and Mallory were in their bedrooms—Denise in her own room and Mallory in hers.  Michelle also had her own room.  Stan humped the five year old’s face, got her to kiss and then suck his cock (the head mostly) then suck on the shaft sidewise like blowing a mouth harp (harmonica).
	The finale came with the unthinkable.
	Slowly, with determined deliberance, the daddy of three, professional man with usually high morals, sharp snappy dresser, rubbed his cock against his child’s cunt.  Up and down the child’s crevice, poking—poking—poking until he was able to force the head of his manhood into her delicate sex.
	The fuck wasn’t on (but it was close!)
	A poke, a prod, a serious rub and three minutes later and there was a cum blast like no other!  More than a generous portion of spunk spewed onto Michelle’s tiny young snatch box.  Daddy Stan who delivered instantly sunk with his energy depleted so.  He had also sunk to the lowest level of scumology, too.
	And he continued being a scumbag with after rubbing his schlong all over his innocent child’s cunt he inched himself up to once more straddle her chest and anoint her little mouth with his essence.  More spunk spewed and he filled her mouth, nostrils, and coated her face with his gooey love.
	Stretching his cock skin against her face he once more face fucked her face having his hairy nuggets rest in her mouth.  So enamored with his doings he did not feel or barely notice the tightening of a cord about his throat—until it was too late.
	And as the man lay expiring, gagging, coughing, choking and sputtering, Seth completed what he had started with Michelle.  The little girl sort of freaked out a little but Seth buried her Daddy’s dick into her mouth to shush her until he had finished his deed.  Doing this required the child to be somewhat on her hands and knees.  Seth firstly penetrated her vagina then, with hands on her hips, made way into her very virginal asshole.
	An hour later and the family Bealock was categorically another statistic.

*

Theo fucks them all!
	“There once was lad named Theo; who was born in the month of Leo
	  He said with a grin—as he slipped his dick in,
	  “To my sisters I fuck trio!”

	One fine day, as with most teenage boys, thoughts and desires to shag one’s sister came to be.  Jerking his gerkin into panties was one thing, but to actually “get some” was something else—and usually only in dreams.  And in the shower, in bed, and standing outside the bedroom door sneaking a peek whilst sisters one-two-three changed clothes.
	Three sisters; Ayalla, Deandra, and Megan.

	The Beesacked family—Megan the feature character here with the other “B” girls (Chrissy Beeseven, Maryanne Beawsome, Claudia Beefore, Cherry Bestoned, and Mallory Bealock.  (and there’s also one more coming up a little later.))
	Ayalla was a sweet sixteen kind of girl, college bound although still a high school sophomore.  Deandra was fourteen, a popular girl, cheerleader, “A” student.  Megan was an average student, very pretty, socialable, outgoing, and more giving sexually speaking to her horny-horny brother, Theo.
	With Theo, Megan was frisky to the point whereas she allowed her brother to rub his dick against her ass.  Not only that but up and down the crack, too!  More friskiness gave way to allowing horny Theo to glide his cock up and down her pussy—both of them naked laying on the bathroom floor.
	No penetration—Megan was afeared (of getting knocked up (by her brother!))  She eventually did, though, suck him.  She whacked his winky, fondled his fuzzies, and—AND kissed the head of his schlong.  No follow thru, though.
	The family Beesacked lived in a mixed neighborhood; African-Americans, white, Armenian, Greek, and Jew.  Everyone got along in the worldly neighborhood; there were often street barbeques and social get-togethers (street barbeques are whereas the entire street/block is closed and everyone comes out to socialize via barbequing, street games, intermingling, and that sort.)
	Naturally, young horny Theodore Jamal Beesacked had his eye on several girls.  There were a lot of boys—outnumbering the girls.  There were girls on adjoining streets; some right across the back alley that Theo enjoyed watching from his bedroom window playing in their backyards, climbing the trees, swimming in their small above ground aftermarket pools, running amok naked…
	But the girls on his block there was a List.
	And although Theo and his family went to church, were of a fine family, well respected, etc. etc. etc.—Theo was a horndog—was a horndog—was a horny dog.  He had morals—but wasn’t sure what they were.  Of ten year old Jeanna Trickofthemind he wanted to see naked.  She was a white girl, ten years young, long blond hair, blue eyes, and wore fantastic clothes that sent Theo’s young cock soaring.  He had to see that girl naked!  She was awesome!  Sure she wasn’t “of age.”  Sure she didn’t have a “chest.”  Sure her daddy was head coach of the local high school football team—
	It didn’t matter—Theo had seen that girl in frilly dresses, short skirts, short pants, tight jeans, TIGHT jeans—he just had to see her naked.  Of course, there was no way that was gonna happen.  No way.
	Yes way!
	‘if you could fuck that girl,’ said the Voice, ‘would you?’
	Without hesitation or forethought, “YEAH!”
	The Voice (Dmitri Tsugua) smiled.
	In the basement of Theo’s home—accessible from outside as well as inside from the kitchen, little Jeanna T laid out on a mattress on a cot where the unseen Dmitri had her already naked.  Naked Theo was in a buzz—his mind and soul.  Upon exploring the young white girl, Dim noted that she was not quite virginal as she should be for her age.
	Invading her mind and Dim found she had a horny brother who was slipping her his bone “now and then.”  Dim smiled and slipped her his tongue, fingers, and then dick.  HE was getting first dibs this time.  The young white girl was pretty fine—but Dim’s mind was on the chocolate honeys that were Theo’s sisters (and their mother!)
	There was simple joy sliding his teenage schlong into Jeanna’s smooth cunt.  Her brother who was slipping her his bone “now and then” was twelve.  The girl handled her brother’s cock and one time kissed it on a dare.  No oral (sucking) and definitely no anal.
	Dim was cool with that.  He licked all over the young girl’s snatch before grinding his cock against her for a hell of a good grind.  Then, just before the surge of liquid love he plunged into the girl going in most of the way before the essence of his manhood exploded in a quick eruption that was more than sensational.
	Theo took his turn and Dim rested.  The boy had a serious attraction to the girl; a deep desire.  Was it because she was white?  Was it because she was ten years old?  Lots of factors there, mitigating and otherwise.  Dim determined that it was a combo of being young and white along with the fact that engaging so with the “young” “white” girl was very illegal, lots of immoral, all kinds of illicit.
	And before anything with his sisters there was Amelia Zerothis.
	Amelia was an interesting girl, she was of Armenian heritage but mostly Americanized.  She spoke funny (but so did Dmitri with his Russian accent!)  She was lily white; super fine hair that hung straight and unstyled to mid torso; tight designer jeans; and at the ripe age of twelve years young she had some nice beginner’s titties.
	Theo adored those titties, and that tight ass!
	Two days after doing the naughty with Jeanna and he did the naughty with Amelia; behind her house behind the backyard tool shed—right out in broad fucking daylight!  Amelia was a virgin.  Butt naked and she was a hottie!  Dim let Theo get into the girl first—after she had firstly sucked Dim’s cock!  Meanwhile, Theo was placed behind the girl—licking her butthole!  
	And while the girl continued sucking on Dim’s schlong, Theo laid down underneath the girl licking and lapping out her Armenian pussy!  Cum was starting to drizzle out of the boy’s mamba before Dim blasted his own load.  Dim gave in—sort of.  The girl was positioned on top of the already laying down young black boy and his cum squirting cum squirter slid up into her cunny.
	There was blood, the girl made a little yelp, and Dim positioned himself behind the girl watching Theo’s cock invade.  There was a lot of blood—kind of gross.  The juice smeared Theo’s schlong and coated his balls.  But once the dick was in and the fucking process began—well, so be it.
	Dim caressed the girl’s ass, spanked it, tensed when a car went down the alley and a door open/closed from a neighbor.  The backyard was pretty safe and secure with high fence covered in ivy and shrouded with bushes and trees.  The only real concern was the two story homes on either side—but, the position of where Theo lay with Amelia on top behind the tool shed dismissed those concerns as the angle of the dangle wasn’t quite right.

	Alexis Ioweuone was of Greek parents and heritage; she, too, was lily white to the point of being almost neon white.  Cute girl, though, she was thirteen with a very nice chest, liked dresses over pants, and had a mouth that Dim (and Theo) believed could suck the chrome off a ’56 Buick!
	She didn’t live up to that assumption but with proper training…
	Back in Theo’s basement—a more safe and secure locale, and Theo (with the unseen Voice/Dmitri Tsugua) enjoyed the Greek girl—at the same time!  Double penetration was a difficult maneuver but it was worth a try and fun trying!  Dim plowed his way up the Hershey Highway while Theo deep dove the girl’s wondrous canyon of pleasure.

	A Jewish girl, Bonnie Killgoodenstien, was next and warmed Dim’s heart and soul.  She had an amazing face, wondrous eyes, lovely hair, pretty flat chested, a genuine smile, and was heard to rip a fart.
	While at a movie theatre line, the girl was in front of Theo and while sneezing she ripped the butt blast.  Dim was lingering (invisible) right near by and also heard the distinctive rip.  Bonnie was horribly embarrassed.  Whether or not she was there alone or with friends or family wasn’t known—but after the farting incident she fled the line with Dim and Theo following close behind.
	It was midday, matinee showing of Mystery at Zombie Island, and there was a long line.  Embarrassed Bonnie fled down the mall sidewalk and darted down an access alley between the theatre and other buildings of the mini mall.
	Midway along at where there was an exit door from the theatre building the girl paused.  Dim consoled with a mind tap then kept her going to the large area behind the buildings.  To the left and there was a delivery truck with delivery guys delivering a delivery.  To the right—all clear.
	Theo was eager and horny.
	Dim was just horny.

	Once her clothes were off, Bonnie was a real treasure—a very nice body for an eleven year old; a nice coverage of pubes on her pie, supple breasts, soft skin, very nice overall.  Dim was enamored with the girl and had strong feelings.  Of course, those feelings were mostly sexual.
	Dim firstly licked the girl’s pussy—it was virginal.  He didn’t probe her mind; it was kind of hot where they were and Dim just kinda wanted to have his way with her then go see the movie.  He took some time, though, licking out the naked eleven year old; he jammed a finger up her poop chute finding “something” awaiting arrival.  Dim continued eating the girl’s pussy before laying his cock to her entering her deflowering her successfully and succinctly.
	Theo went secondly completing his quest for a World Wide Smorgasbord.

*

	Megan Lorriane Beesacked was a little more giving to her horny brother; also a friend of theirs—mostly Theo’s but Megan liked him, too.  She wasn’t too much into the proposal from Theo about letting “Tripp” have his way with her as he was doing.  So far in their relationship, Theo was rubbing his mamba against his sister’s ass.
	More was desired.  Much more.
	‘if you could FUCK your sister—would you?’
	Not “YEAH!” but “HELL YEAH!” morals be damned.
	The same question was posed to the sister in mind—and her response was,
	“Yeah, ok.” Not so enthused as her brother but she was willing.
	With restrictions—one was no one else (like the friend, Tripp) was to know OR to get involved; and two, “I want protection.” Theo had to wrap his weenie; Megan in no way wanted to get knocked up by her brother.  That just wanted to—especially for a church going/Christian family.
	So, with a pack of condoms in hand (wallet) Theo and Megan engaged in illicit incest in their family’s basement—where other illicit activities had taken place!  The two had been butt bare assed naked before—many times.  Megan had watched up close and personal her brother jerking off; Theo, in turn, had watched his sister fingering herself, peeing, and farting.  Being naked in the basement on the verge of “going all the way” was a special moment for them.  For the unseen Dmitri, too!
	There had been a few black girls to come Dim’s way, some Mexican girls, Chinese, Korean, German, and even Irish.  There was no prejudices in sex!  Once naked, it mattered little what color the skin, the Nationality, ethnicity, or religion.  Naked was as naked is—or something like that.  “Have dick will fuck!”  Even fat chicks!
	Once naked and the giddiness faded,
	‘on your knees,’ Dim schooled, ‘suck his dick.’
	Megan paused half a moment; then cupped her brother’s hanging nuggets, fondle-fondle-fondle; then stroked the more than average cock a thirteen year old boy should be very proud to have, then dropped to her knees to give the cock the once over with her eyes—then her lips and tongue.
	The basement was a typical basement—the house had a small-small attic that was not in use.  The basement housed extra furniture, boxes and boxes of household “extras” and the kids all had found their way to make play therein.  It was a sort of sanctuary.  Not a gloomy place; the walls were cinderblock, the floor cement, the roof wood; there was lighting and air and a casement (basement) window for natural lighting.  So it wasn’t gloomy.
	Megan took her brother’s elongated extra finger and sucked-sucked-sucked.
	Dim carefully stripped off his own clothing and stood right up close to the pair and after the young girl had sucked her fill of her brother’s prong—he got his share, too.
	That was followed by the wrapping of protection to Theo’s bone.  The condom was very thin and supposedly very strong.  Before penetration, though, Theo licked out his sister’s cunt—
	‘this is a priority you should get used to,’ Dim instructed, ‘lick the cunt before fucking it—it helps smooth the way for your cock.’ and besides, it’s fun!
	Theo lapped his tongue to Megan’s cunt—but giggled most the time as did his sister.  His cock was smoldering by now so after a couple of minutes he got the go ahead encouragement from the unseen Voice and mounted his sister sliding into her pussy his brotherly love tool.
	There was no broken cherry juice to coat the brotherly prong; Megan, though, WAS a virgin.  A cock virgin; she had broken-in her cunt using a phallic, a stand-in cock—long neck beer bottle, a wooden bed post (spiral), and a dildo (from her Mother’s dresser!)  OH!
	Theo pumped his sister’s cunt grinding hard-harder-hardest.  The fuck was incredibly intense with Dim’s little nifty mind controlling machine losing complete contact with both parties.  Dim collected the girl’s panties and pleased his cock while the brother and sister fucked.
	Three minutes in and Theo was cumming.
	Young Megan had already cum twice!
	The thin condom that was supposedly “strong” and “leak proof” did not live up to that claim.  Megan was aghast and horrified and knew that she was impregnated.  Theo was a little concerned but “I got mine!” was all that mattered.  It was no longer his problem—until she actually turned up pregnant and a DNA test made the determination and the outcum of his life would be terminated.
	Dim had a little difficulty soothing the girl—she was freaking.  Emotions unchecked had a way of throwing the electronic mind altering device(s) into a tizzy and losing their cohesion.
	“What are we going to do?” said a very unhappy and very-very concerned Megan.
	Theo couldn’t cum up with anything pertinent to say.  If she DID cum up pregnant—that was his ass.  He would be killed—twice!  Once by his Dad and then by his Mom!  Slowly and did Theo begin to fret.
	‘do her in the ass.’
	There were green lights across the sensor pad with two wavering green and then yellow.  The brain wave patterns showed that there was contact and solidity but not 100%.  There was concern there (with the wavering) but Dim pressed the Increase Gain.  That function sent an addition power boost from the EMAD to the brains/minds of the Subjects.
	Green lights were solid thereafter and Theo “went down” on his sister’s cornhole and licked-licked-licked.  The concerns he had earlier were wiped away.  Megan had no concerns of pregnancy, either.  She lay with one leg cocked off the cot she lay on grunting as her brother’s big dick slid into her very virginal shit hole.

You cant enter Heaven until Jesus enters you!
	At first glance the message on the church sign seemed innocent enough.
	Seemed so.  But then again, Dim took a second look and couldn’t help but go “WTF?”  to the casual eye it was an innocent message—most Christians wouldn’t think otherwise.  But to the rest, mostly perverts and non-Christians—wow!  The sign said what?
	The church the Beesacked family attended was mostly blacks, African-Americans.  Three families were Chinese; two families were Indian (India); several were even American (White!)  There was a good mix of peoples in the church; the staff was black, the choir—black; the ushers—black; the decons—black; the preacher—very black.  One greeter was white.
	And then—then there was the diversity of ages.  Most of those in attendance were between the ages of 30 to 75.  A few young adults but mostly middle aged and retired.  A small handful of teenagers and a smaller handful of “younger than ten.”  The pickings was limited but not empty handed.
	The “pickings” were tempting but the story getting a little long so we’ll move along.  Besides, Dim had enough on his plate; he made a mental note to come back to the church “a little later.”

	In attendance at the mostly black church was someone that unnerved Theo; his 7th grade math teacher.  She was also his homeroom teacher—so double indemnity there.  Theo hated math, wasn’t fond of English, history was ok, science was a drag.  PE was good, he liked basketball, baseball, football, soccer, etc.  He was good at wrestling, didn’t like track but had potential with “track & field” stuff.
	In English he was making solid “C’s”, occasional “B’s”.
	History was pretty much the same.
	Science—more “C’s”.
	Math?  Low “C’s”—very low.
	And it wasn’t that the homeroom/math teacher was a bitch, a hard-ass; she wasn’t.  She was pretty; mid thirties, not too tall, slender, wore LOTS of layer clothing—long flowing things, always smelled really good, and was of the Mexican fare.  Not full bloodied, but a mix of Spanish, Puerto Rican, and Irish.  She was friendly, helpful, and called Theo by his full name—Theodore.
	There was, in the back of Theo’s mind, a small hint of desire to see Ms. Esturipond naked.  Another thought lingered there, too, to FUCK Ms. Esturipond.  While screwing sister Megan, the thought had increased.  Seeing the woman at his church only complicated things—giving young Theo a serious hard-on.
	Dim, meanwhile, had sighted in on a couple of interesting Subjects.
	The “subjects” were a pair, a father/daughter pair.  The “father” was a tall fellow (with a hard “fellow!”)  The daughter was a teenager, about fourteen, nice Sunday go-to-meetin’ dress, long blond hair, and as Dmitri neared he got a whiff of some delightful perfume.
	What had caught Dim’s eye was the way the father was hugging his child as they stood outside the church’s main room in the enclosed foyer.  There weren’t many peoples lingering about, and those who were were on the far side by the entrance doors.  A hand dropped down the backside of the girl barely—barely—barely brushing the girl’s butt.
	When Dim went to the desk nearby to pick up some literature he took note of the man’s hard bulge—which was probably the reason he was holding up from going on inside.  The man was well groomed, married, dress jacket and pants, dark hair—as opposed to his daughter’s lovely long straight slightly styled blond hair, very professional looking—and dying with an ache to bone his daughter!
	‘if you could get away with it,’ Dim secretly asked (via the minding device) ‘would you SCREW your daughter?’ an inquiring mind wanted to know.
	The answer was a delicious YES!
	So far in her young life and her daddy, Stephan, had only managed to do something naughty “now and then”; mostly while bathing her when she was up to the age of modesty and then those times when she was doped up on cold medicines.  Stephan strove to block those times as he was a Christian.
	He was a Christian daddy, a professional type person who worked at his wife’s dad’s company.  Having illicit thoughts of doing naughty to his daughter just wouldn’t do (to be found out.)  While screwing the wife now and then he DID have those thoughts and images.  He was a closet perv.
	With the world plagued with mind altering devices—Stephan deeply desired to have one.  Just one time did he want to see his grown up child naked; he wanted deeply-deeply to see her laying down (naked) with her legs spread diddling herself.  He wanted to “go down” on her, see her pee, hear/watch her fart, then spread her legs WIDE to receive that of which had given her life.
	Just once.
	The girl was equipped with an EMAD detector.  A “preventor” was also on her person along with a tracking device.  The church had at all entrances/exits various devices to prevent the use of a mind altering device (and to detect the mere presence of one, too.)
	Dim waited until those lingering peoples were no longer lingering and had moved on into the church body.
	‘go outside.’ Dim instructed.  He stood still at the desk going over the various literature and propaganda.  His extraordinary senses detected the father/daughter pair moving out of the foyer and into the open courtyard.  Dim further instructed the father to mosey down the one side of the church’s outer buildings to one pre-selected (by Dmitri earlier for “just such an occasion.”)
	A Sunday school room that wasn’t being used was the perfect place.  It had a large round table off-center and some lounge sofas and chairs; a table with coffee and tea canisters and all the equipment and supplements to go with them.
	‘put her on the table,’ Dim instructed, ‘lay her down, open her legs, push her dress up, eat her pussy out (thru her panties!)’
	Dim had secured the keys to the room from the janitor who had just cleaned it earlier.  The janitor, a tall stooped over black man was not the wiser and Dim put it in his mind “don’t worry about the missing key.”  With that secure—
	Fourteen year old Trisha was positioned on the round conference table, her legs spread, her pretty Sunday dress of light blue, frills, and dark blue lace was pushed up over her waist so as her naughty oh-so naughty 40-something handsome Daddy could “get some.”
	Eating pussy thru panties wasn’t his first time—in fact, he did so to his “on occasion.”  While he noshed at his daughter’s Y he undone his dark slacks and lowered his plain white boxers.  A normal sized schlong did the man have, nothing to get excited about, write home about, or brag—but it was a manly cock (and ready to fuck!)
	First, though!

	Stephan Calbirurch licked, sucked, lapped, nipped, and did everything to soil (with slobbers) the crotch of his daughter’s panties.  Dim, meanwhile, caressed her face and titties—mostly her titties.  Butt naked, Dim placed his cock against the girl’s face and got her to suck him.  While her Daddy continued to nosh at her juicy virgin cunt, Dim face fucked the girl then simply crawled up onto the table and straddled her face, his nuggets in her mouth while he worked her dress on up further.
	While he worked her dress on up further—Stephan worked her panties down (with his teeth!)  Neat!  Then, with his clothes at his ankles he gave little thought to the prospective thought of what he thought.  It was his daughter he thought of and deeply wanted to fuck-fuck-fuck.  There was a pesky moral fiber there—thankfully supershadowed by lust (and be damned the incest!)
	Be damned the incest—Stephan placed his cock’s head right against Trisha’s cunt—it had been YEARS since he had even fingered that cunt!  The last time he had seen her naked?  She had been about nine.   A few occasions since then he had gotten glimpses of her in her underwear.  When she had been younger, and even a couple of times since then when she was nine, ten, eleven, and even twelve! he had managed to finger-finger-finger her pussy!  He did!  The dog!
	When Trisha was doped up on cold meds she was an easy target to undress and gawk at.  And gawk at he did!  Fingering her pussy was a delight to Stephan, pure unadulterated delight.  His cock got so hard!  He had the unconscious girl stroke and please his pud; then, using her hand still, he jerked off onto her chest—and once onto her bald beaver!  He did!  The double dog!
	Unbeknownst to Stephan—before, during, and after, Trisha was NOT a certified virgin.  A horny boyfriend was “getting some” now and then.  He usually had his winkie wrapped and when he did—she sucked him and/or let him plow his way up her corn chute.  She did!
	Stephan was too absorbed in the prospect of actually fucking his daughter.
	And it wasn’t so much that it was his daughter as it was the fact that she was young, a teenager.  That was the give—a teenage girl.  He simply wanted to sink his pud into a teenage pussy.  Well, don’t we all!
	Stephan entered his daughter’s semi well fucked cunt.  He didn’t care—his mind was overwhelmed by the sheer sensation that her “unprotected” pussy gave him.  Dim settled back to sit on the girl’s face; her breasts were of the nice size, ski-sloped even!  The nipples were hard and she moaned as her Daddy’s dong slid near effortlessly into her cunny.
	Dim slid off the girl and pulled her dress off; Stephan removed his jacket, tie, dress shirt and “got busy” with the fucking of his daughter.  Dim stroked his schlong and watched the man and for some strange reason—got horny for HIM, too!
	Stephan schlepped his salami into his daughter’s wondrous pussy fucking her a full four minutes before delivering a copious amount of daddy jiz.  The release was nearly overpowering—and very nearly overpowering Dmitri’s EMAD!  All the lights on the magical device flickered from “green” to “yellow” with the brain wave patterns fluctuating greatly, too.  The strength of the matter stream was questionable—but only during that thrilling moment of intense pleasure.
	After the immeasurable orgasm fit (from both parties) had come and gone, Stephan relaxed (and possible for a fleeting moment saw the naked Dmitri.)  But the moment was fleeting and the suddenness of what he (Stephan) had done unto his child came to light.
	Panic set in.
	Guilt and horror, too.
	Confusion reigned in and the tall handsome man stared at the spot Dim had been standing—but Dim had moved and boosted the EMAD’s powers overwhelming the confused naked man having him instead re-fuck his child and forget about the concern.
	Five minutes later and another dose of liquid gooey love filled Trisha’s cunt.
	‘now, go up her ass!’
	Stephan raised Trisha’s legs placing her ankles on his shoulders.  His manly cock was steaming—and still cumming!  It wasn’t quite strong enough, though, for anal intrusion.  Trisha’s hole, though, was receptive enough for such an intrusion should it occur.
	Timing, too, was another mitigating factor—there were other family members in Stephan’s entourage who would begin missing the two missing members and grow concerned.  Overly concerned due to the overwhelming usage of EMADs in the area of late.
	Dim took his turn with the lovely naked Trisha—filling her pussy with his own goo and managing another load up the girl’s ass, too!  Those ski-slope titties were captivating and Dim rode his cock between them shooting a smaller amount of goo onto her chin as a prize.
	Then, the stinky sweaty sex pots were returned to their flock and Dim took a nap.

	Nap over, Dim was hungry and so he headed for the kitchen.  It was mid afternoon and there were still peoples about—various functions for various reasons including an afternoon lunch that Dim (still invisible) took part in.  But with so many to keep and maintain his invisible status and all the variables and possibilities of NOT being so invisible to all those peoples of various ages, Dim ducked into the bathroom and made himself visible to sight again.  Then back to the lunch thing.
	Cheerleader girls of the teenage variety were serving the lunch fare.  In the auditorium that was carpeted and set up to be a multiuse room—the size of a high school gymnasium, was the setting for the lunch.  A kitchen was there at one end, there were additional rooms off to one side, a small stage at the far end, fold-away basketball nets, markings on the floor for various sports related games, and so forth.  Not a large crowd; the evening service was hours away, and Dim wondered if Stephan and his daughter were at home secretly fucking their brains out as he had inserted such notion into their minds.
	The cheerleaders tempted Dmitri—seriously tempted.  Most the girls were in the mid range of being a teenager—15 and 16.  Most the girls were black, a couple were white, there was a Mexican girl and a Chinese girl in the mix, too.  Cheerleader girls had the best bods!  Regular girls did, too; but cheerleader girls!  Wow!
	Lunch consisted of burgers and chicken—barbequed.  Dim enjoyed the meal and was drawn into a conversation with an old grizzled black man who started out with the line “Back in 1947 we could go down to the luncheonette and get a burger, fries, a Coke, for fifty cent!” and he continued to rattle on and on and on.
	“You could buy a car for fifteen hunnered dollars!  Gas back then was under a quarter fer a gallon!  Damn house costed ‘bout thirteen thousand dollar!  Shit, bread was about twelve cent, milk was eight cent!  Fuckin’ stamp was three cent!” brief pause to look around to see if’in anyone important heard him say “Fuck”.  No one did so he went on,
	“If’in yous had a good job like I did at the factory makin’ machine parts you got yerself ‘bout forty cent an hour!  That white fella in the White ‘ouse was one of the first ‘uns to talk on television FROM the white ‘ouse—d’you know what that white cracker sumbitch talked about an’ wanted to do to us folks (white or black), he was a talkin’ about international food crisis and wanted to have us all go meatless on Tuesday!  Why, ‘ell, we already was a doin’ that!”
	Dim slowly but surely excused himself (to go to the bathroom) of which the old black man supplied him with the knowledge that his family “back in the day” didn’t have indoor plumbing unto “Nineteen fifty and one!”  thanks for sharing!

	With just two hours or so before the peoples of the church started returning for the evening service and the church was vacant.  Well, save for Dmitri Tsugua and four naughty-naughty teenagers.  Kallen Whoopsidoosel was the only white girl; Lorraine Yuckactor was part Mexican and part something else; Cordell Maxinumum and Buck Berrigouge were black as midnight.  Buck was the only one who was not yet fourteen.  The boys and girls were inside the main body of the church “up to no good.”
	No, not thieving; not in deep meditative prayer, either.
	SEX!
	Of course.
	Haven’t you been paying attention to the premise of this epic?
	By the time Dim made his way in (having janitor’s key (master)) Cordell and Buck was “buck naked” already while Kalleen and Lorraine were most of the way there.  Sex in a church!  That is a sure ticket to that super unfriendly hot locale ‘neath civilization for sure!
	At fourteen, Cordell Maxinumum had a decent dick—he stood proudly stark naked in the large middle aisle proudly flopping it in all directions.  He was a very dark skinned African-American, very large eyes, seven inch dick.  Buck Berrigouge had a decent dick of his own, but was a little less than seven and not quite six.  But he was a handsome turd for his age (thirteen).
	Kalleen and Lorraine stripped off their clothes and giggled at Cordell’s antics.  Buck, not to be outdone, did a naked handstand—and nearly fell backwards onto the pew nearby.  Kalleen, at length, approached Cordell and toyed with his mighty fine cock.  They hugged and kissed; Cordell’s hands going up and down the girl’s backside.  She was a lovely thing, white, fine, blond, naked.  After a moment of caressing the girl eased to her knees where she took the lengthy mamba and began sucking it.
	And after sucking—fucking!
	And not on the floor, the floor sloped and was too hard anyways.  They chose to do the naughty on the family pew Cordell’s family occupied—and would occupy in just under two hours.  Kalleen laid out on the blue cushion, one leg up over the top of the pew rest and the other stretched out over the adjoining pew nextly.  
	Across the aisle soiling the pew where Lorraine’s family sat, Buck and Lorraine seriously “got it on.”  The girl lay on her back on the narrow pew while Buck stuffed his sausage into her casing.  She was a wild one—thrashing about and being a little noisy.
	“Hey, man,” said Cordell, “be cool!” in other words, “FUCK THE SHUT UP!”
	Buck giggled but put his hand over Lorraine’s noisy mouth and pumped her hungry cunt seriously for three minutes tops before releasing an incredible torrent of cum into her unprotected reservoir.  The boy kept fucking and fucking; he pulled out and humped her pussy and gobs and gobs of cum drizzled out of her snatch pooling ‘neath her ass onto the pew cushion.  The boy stuffed himself back in and kept humping for another intense immediate Round Two.
	Cordell had cum and lay on his lady kissing her, fondling her breasts, suckling her breasts; then sat up, stretched, farted, then ambled down the aisle making way to the stage.
	Kalleen sat up, diddled her well fucked cunt—equally soiling the pew cushion.  Lorraine was still too noisy but was calming down—somewhat.  Buck managed another cum wash then sat up to pant and heave.  Lorraine fingered her cum laden cunt—and could go again!
	On the stage platform, Cordell walked around before making straightaway to the center where he climbed up the short wall to the baptismal water tank.  Then, there where all could see him—pissed into the water!
	On the message board on the wall where two families who were having members of their family baptized.  It was going to be a hoot!

Although there’s been reported a slight decrease in sexual activity in the home (meaning between husband and wife) there has been a lot of sex going on at the church!  New church sign message:  Don’t let worries kill you; let the church help!
	Dim took a dim view of that particular message; but the following week made him smile—“Jesus said “Bring me that ass!”” unquote.  Sometimes, I guess, a bold message will wake people up; like with this one:  “God’s favorite word—come.”
	The following week—with the sign quipping “Bring me that ass!” and Dim found Stephan Calbiurch again in a horny mood.  This time, though, it wasn’t with Trisha but ten year old Morgan—his middle child!
	‘would you like to FUCK her?’
	The answer was not a definitive hearty HELL YA but a more “yes, yes I would.” That was the sentiment but the actuality was a little less.  Like with Trisha, it had been a little while since seeing Morgan naked.  Mostly, she was seen in her underwear—that alone gave her Daddy fits.
	Once more it was back to that special room.
	Once more a Calbiurch child was situated on the conference table therein.
	Once more a horrible sin was obscenely measured in incremental decrepents.
	Little Morgan wore a very pretty yellow Sunday church dress; green panties.  
 	Stephan was in a fit as his moral fibers were shaken, stretched, disrupted.  Dim wasn’t really doing anything but breaking down that wall that separated the boundary line of moralistic fibers, incest, and devil-may-care care.  Dim was just providing the way, unlocking the door—freeing the man who had deep secretive desires.  If those desires were for his family period or for young girls wasn’t clear—nor did it really matter.  All that mattered was to see the girl naked, fondle, finger, lick, rub, hump, gouge, and then the finale—fuck!
	The sign on the church’s message board—“A loose tongue often gets into a tight place!”

	While watching Stephan put it to his ten year old daughter Morgan, Dim stood behind watching the action and although he was intrigued by watching the daddy shovel his cock into the little girl—Dim once more found himself enchanted by Stephan’s ass.
	He couldn’t shake it—the image and the feeling welling up inside him.  He was strangely enticed by Stephan’s actions.  Was it the man’s ass, his slapping balls, the fact that he was raping his own daughter?  Or maybe it was a combo of all the above?
	He wanted to fuck Stephan.
	He wanted Stephan to fuck him!
	(but he still wasn’t gay!)

New church sign:  Jesus Loves Little Children
(well—don’t we all!)
	In a large van in parking lot “B” much ado about inappropriate worship was taking place.  Calvin Johnchurible, 66, deacon of the church, was reveling in something more than theology.  The van’s door was open but facing the open butt end of the parking lot whereas there was no one or thing to see the goings on within—save for that of Dmitri Tsugua.
	The van was an old style mid 70s van, big and cumbersome, gas guzzler, large American type.  Inside and Calvin J was naked—along with his two granddaughters, Brianna and Samantha.  Calvin J was a dark skin African-American while the girls were light skinned.  Despite tales of African-American men having big schlongs, Calvin J did not—his mamba was a slender thing of no less, no more, than six inches.  Which was good ‘cause it fit nicely, then, into his granddaughters who were eleven and nine years young.
	Brianna, eleven, was poised on her hands and knees while beside them on some blankets lay the naked Samantha.  Calvin schlepped his salami into Brianna’s pussy AND asshole and neither girl seemed too upset about the ordeal.  Dim didn’t pry, he watched.  His mind was still curious about his strange fascination about wanting to fuck (and be fucked) by Stephan.
	After Calvin got his rocks off with splooge oozing out of Brianna’s pussy AND asshole, the naughty grandpa put his tongue to the giggling/wiggling Samantha.  Both girls were pretty, normal hair; lots of different color plastic ribbons in Samantha’s hair, though.
	Brianna lay on her side fingering both her pussy AND asshole.  Dim watched partly enthused as Calvin stuffed himself into Samantha’s cunt.  He had been there before.  It was still a tight fit and the man went until he virtually passed out from the effort to achieve a “second cumming.”
	Dim helped himself to Brianna’s mouth and Sam’s ass(hole.)
Theo shags them all
	Theodore and Megan were deeply engaged (sexually.)  Any chance and every chance possible—sometimes in the middle of the night, backyard, basement, kitchen floor, bathroom floor.  Sometimes with his weenie wrapped—and most times not.  Fuck-fuck-fuckity-fuck-fuck!
	It was time to move on to the other two available siblings, Deandra and Ayalla.  Deandra had a nice bod for a fourteen year old; nice shape, smooth ass, small breasts but not too small; and then there was that smile.  WOW.  It was a hell of a smile that was just incredible.
	Unlike sister Megan, Deandra was NOT sexually active.  She was into fingering herself but feared a boy’s dick getting her pregnant.  Deandra was more into fashion, music, and “pretty things” rather than “pretty boys.”  
	Theo very muchly wanted to fuck her.  Pussy, mouth, asshole.  He wanted to see her naked, laying across his lap (for spanking purposes), and definitely sucking his cock.  Typical brotherly desire.  Probing Deandra’s mind and she was found not to be sexually active with boys—but girls!  One girl specifically; she wasn’t gay but enjoyed being naked with her close girlfriend finger-finger-fingering.
	No kissing.  Just fingering one another until climax.
	She wasn’t opposed to boys, she had a boyfriend—it was the fear of getting knocked up that quelled her pursuit of giving of herself.  She wasn’t ready for sexual intercourse.  Well!  Thankfully Dmitri was there…
	When the timing was right—like when no one else was home or due to come in on them, Theo and Deandra were put thru their paces.  Theo totally unaware of the narly goings on provided by his unseen guest, Dmitri.  Same for Deandra.  The incestuous business took place in Theo’s room—it wasn’t too bad of a mess but could use some cleaning up of clothes and sports equipment.
	The two siblings got naked and Dim took an instant like of Deandra.  There, too, was a fair amount of like to Theo, too!  But first!
	Deandra stood to be admired; then pressed against to be caressed and fingered.  This, of course, caused Theo’s schlong to dramatically increase in size.  Deandra was a fine looking gal and Dim pressed himself up against her backside with his one increased in size cock against her fine ass.  
	Theo threw his head back as the sisterly blowjob thrilled him so.  Despite not having prior schooling, Deandra had some amazing cocksucking prowess.  So much so that she was able to bring Theo to a remarkable orgasm in under two minutes!  Wow!
	The taste of the boy’s splooge was not to her liking and she made a face.  The green lights of cohesion flickered as the girl seriously was displeased with the sperm in her mouth.  A boost of power managed to overwhelm the ickiness of the brotherly goo and she was alright thereafter.
	Good thing; ‘cause Dim power fucked the girl’s mouth coating her tonsils and sending a gusher of cum down her throat (in just under four minutes!)  By then, Theo had recovered enough and with the boy prompted to eating his sister’s cunt helped reinvigorate his cock—enough to plow his way up the girl’s virgin crap hole.  Dim took the girl’s pussy first and reeled in the snug fit therein.
	After cleaning his dirty dong, Theo cram rammed his unprotected into his sister’s snatch and fucked-fucked-fuckity-fuck fucked her.  A very concentrated act of lovemaking incestuous style.  Strong powerful strokes with forceful thrusts with little passion.  Then, for added thrills—spanking!
	Firstly, Deandra lay across her brother’s lap and he swatted her ass till her dark skin turned a bright hue of tomato red.  Deandra twisted and felt the stings but her emotions were continually checked by Dim’s marvelous nifty gadget.  When Theo’s hands wore out it was his turn—so to speak; Deandra’s turn.  Dim spent fifteen minutes wiring the girl’s mind into accepting sexual encounters with her brother, including spank sessions.  And as a part of those “spank sessions” she also got to spank her brother!  Oh!
	Laying on his back pulling/holding his legs back, Theo gritted his teeth as his sister bare handed swatted his ass.  After HER hands got hot and sore—she suckled his black nuggets, his cock, and then rode him with his cock DEEP into her hot & bothered pussy.
	Then they showered together and while drying off afterwards—Theo took his sister’s ass while the girl sucked Dim’s cock off.  Wonderful!

Ayalla
	The high school sophomore was quite a nice looking girl; soft jet black hair she kept in a huge ponytail; beautiful dark eyes, creamy chocolate skin, adorable breasts.
	And she was a virgin!
	A virgin!
	She was sixteen and a virgin!
	Amazing!
	She also had an amazing voice and sang both at her school choir as well as at her family’s church.  She dressed in nice clothes; was kind and considerate, was never heard to fart, worked volunteer style at an old folk’s home AND at the hospital.
	She also enjoyed a toot on a joint.
	And an occasional snort of coke.
	Other than that she was a wonderful girl.
	She was even better when naked!
	She was even better when sucking on dick!
	Dim let Theo get first dibs on receiving blow.  Meanwhile, Dim positioned himself behind the girl and began probing his way up into her asshole.  Her titties, too, he fondled then dipped his fingers to her cunny.  
 	Theo was blasting a hot load of brotherly love into his sister’s mouth when Dim’s cock went not-so easily up into the girl’s dark tunnel of the fudgy kind.  Theo was beside himself as his cum squirted filling his sister’s mouth.
	‘do you want to put it to your Mom, too?’
	Theo had let slip a few moans and groans as well as some images desiring to screw equally his Mom.  Good boy!  After Dim got his nuts off into the girl’s ass he moved to whereas the girl, with his cock still in her ass, was laid backward so as Theo could gouge her sopping wet cunny.
	And he did.

Clarice 
	This was a nice woman; very reposed, incredibly smart, tall, slender, nice supple breasts, lawyer, teacher (teaching law), and wife/mother.  She also sang in the church choir and helped with administrative work (for the church.)  There were no sexual indiscretions that Dim found.  There were no perversions.  She had three brothers and FOUR sisters but Dim did not find any sexual inappropriateness during his mind probe.
	And Dim took first dibs with the woman before Theo.  And Theo wasn’t even present at the time!  Naturally, normally, Dmitri Tsugua was more inclined to enjoy the likes of younger girls; teens and much-much younger.  But occasionally there were traipses beyond those likes and Clarice Rachelle Beesacked filled that traipse.  She was simply a lovely piece of work and once stark naked in her room—Dim paused before doing anything else just to gaze upon her.
	WOW!
	What a woman!  Dim felt his balls swelling and cum surging thru his schlong right off.  Nice-nice tits, great ass, perfectly trimmed cunt, shapely bod, creamy chocolate skin.  She had it all; perfect form, great smile, everything.  Dim was in love!  She even smelled good, too!
	And then there was her pussy.  Even with her mind overwhelmed electronically, Clarice Beesacked reacted as if she was being boned by her husband.  Dim found himself in a wash of incredible sensations he didn’t think were possible let alone be aware of.  He had sunk his pud into many-many cunts, tight holes here and snug fits there—but the snatch box of Clarice B was beyond compare!  She fucked back!  There was thrashing, grasping, grabbing, moaning, grunting—and Clarice made noises, too!

	Watching Theo put it to his Mother was another personal thrill for Dmitri; sitting right behind the boy watching as he fucked the wondrous cunt put Dim in another realm of pleasure.  Was it the sex act itself?  The illicit incest?  Theo’s fine ripe young black ass?  His mother’s fine tight outstanding snappin’ pussy?
	After Theo dramatically fucked the cunt that bore him—Dim took another turn and languished in the aftermath.  That was some serious pussy!  Teenage pussy was great—no doubt.  Young girl pussy—fantastic!  Clarice Rachelle Beesacked?  Words were not invented yet to describe that cunt, the feeling, the everything regarding her womanhood.  It was a pussy to be held up in high esteem—the highest level of appreciation.  The highest!

And then there was…
	Sonja Esturipond
	34-24-36   A cunt hair under 5’3”; slender build, and a Latin bombshell (she hailed from Brazil) and had a small career in acting staring in a few movies both in Brazil, India, and Hollywood.  She chose to teach math which was second nature to the incredibly fine woman.  She spoke French along with her native language, German, too.
	And although most of Theo’s male friends found the woman scoring a serious WOW factor—Theo did not.  He barely made “C’s” in her class, sometimes a “B” but that was a fluke as he guessed the answers.  Writing answers out really screwed him—and he never-ever once thought of screwing her.
	Thanks to Dmitri that thought process changed.
	The first time (the first time?) was right in the class!  After a horrible math session and getting a “D” on his latest math test—Ms. Esturipond called him up to the desk (after class session.)  The next class was no class as the math class was the last class for the day.  Dim locked the door and put a piece of paper up in the mesh thick paned window with a message showing “TESTING IN PROGRESS  DO NOT DISTURB UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH!”
	Then, Theo’s mind was totally frapped (that having the boy not aware that he was with his teacher) and definite frapped was that mind of Ms. Esturipond—although it took Dim several minutes to do so.  She had an amazing complex mind (it also took several tries to overwhelm that mind of Theo’s amazing cock pleasing Mother!)
	Once the minds were in the control of the magnificent mind altering machine—
	‘get naked.’ was the simple command—for both Subjects. 
	Theo was out of his clothes in record time (thinking that he was going to bone one of his sisters.)  Ms. Esturipond took a moment later as she was one who wore “layer” clothing; long flowing garments.
	Light orange panties, matching bra, anal beads.
	Anal beads!
	A shaven twat, too!
	A multicolored butterfly (mostly blue colors) were tatted on the upper left of her coochie; a pistol in gray colors on the upper right.  Lower left was a small red tear; lower right was a small multicolored parrot.  The lower areas of her fine poon meant that she had to have laid out (naked presumably) with her legs back so as the tat artist could do his thing.  Presumably.
	On her back, in the middle a large tat of a Carcara, kind of eagle in Brazil.
	No tats on her tits.
	She was a super fine woman with long—long—long luxurious sleek jet black hair.  Very-very nice features; she spoke with an accent but she was well understood—and annoyed Theo when she addressed him by his full given name—Theodore.
	First up, once the two Subjects were naked—and then Dmitri, too; sucking 101.  In Theo’s mind he believed sister Megan was slurping on his schlong.  Sonja Esturipond had a wondrous technique and had obviously passed the class of Cock Sucking, graduating on to higher forms of cock pleasing (orally speaking.)  On her knees, the woman was an incredible—such form!  Nice tan skin; lithe, flexible, and very elastic as she moved with sinuous moves working Theo’s cock into her mouth fully.  She cupped his nuggets, smoothed her hand over his ass and sucked-sucked-sucked Theo’s schlong until receiving a very generous load of spunk.
	Theo was drained.
	Dim firstly face fucked the naked Brazilin woman; she suckled his bare balls whilst he did so before finally taking his meat stick and sucking the virtual life out of it.  Dim’s mind was clouded and it wasn’t until later (while Theo was fucking her on her desk) that Dim was able to pry into her mind finding her to be very naughty indeed—
	She was a few months shy of being 38 years young and quite the little dynamo.  Cock sucking was just one of the many wondrous things she was good at—she also had a penchant for beasts.  Goats, donkeys, and dogs.  Little boys from her church in her native homeland, too—and girls, too!  OH!
	Goats!  Donkeys!  Dogs!  Oh my!
	When as a young teen—there she was slurping the schlong of her family’s pet goat, Aruchi.  And from slurping to “taking.”  Butt naked in the family barn in a stall the very fine then Sonja accepted Aruchi’s goatish dick into her body.  Pussy, asshole—it wasn’t clear but it didn’t really matter.  It was a GOAT DICK IN HER BODY!

	And then there was Rodan, the donkey.  It wasn’t possible but the image in her mind was plain to see—Sonja Esuripond working the eight year old gray beast to a frenzy with her hand.
	And then her mouth.
	Then, laying out nakedly on a bale of baled hay she spread her teenage legs and glided the beastly schlong against her wondrous cunt.  She did so very several minutes—all the while the Equus africanus asinus brayed and stomped his feet.  Sonja finally took the pet’s lengthy donkey member to her cunny taking in the head and an inch.
	Sonja squirmed and squirmed as the donkey dong donged her.  Still stroking the massive cock she got a cum wash like no other.  She herself seemed like succumbing to an orgasm, too.
	Arturo the German Shepherd “got some”, too.  With Arturo, though, there was another girl involved.  Both naked, in the barn, with the other girl helping guide the doggie’s dong into Sonja’s asshole.  (she also got dogged in the snatch, too.)
	Then—(there’s more?) then there she was in the church in her small town outside of Sao Palo with a small boy.  Both were naked.  The boy was laying across Sonja’s naked lap and she was swatting him with her bare hand.  At this time it appeared as if though Sonja was a young adult, 19-20 thereabouts.  The boy was approximately eight.
	After spanking, she hugged the young boy, kissed him (full on the lips) then spread her legs taking him!  She fondled his little pee-pee getting it hard then as he suckled her young adult breasts she leaned back in the armless chair taking his puddling into her sex!  She did!
	And finally—there she was, on her knees, in a room—no, an office.
	There she was—on her knees in an office; and again butt bare ass naked slurping the schlong of a gangly man who was a priest!  NO!
	Yes!
	The priest had some priestly garments on, but they were at his ankles.  He stood up at the side of his desk—with the picture of his Savior behind him! taking the pleasures of mortal sin and reeling in it.  After cumming in Sonja’s mouth—and she seemed to be a midrange teenager at this point, she stood positioning herself against the great ornate dark cherry desk.  The half naked priest stepped out of his clothes, removed his top clothing and smoothed his hand over Sonja’s ass.  Then—
	SMACK!
	A nice hard forceful “get your attention” bare hand to bare ass smack.
	Another one followed.
	Then another one.
	The man’s cock was hard—hard enough to break bricks!
	And after one more SMACK! he began smacking Sonja’s teenage ass with that hard-enough-to-break-bricks cock before tapping Sonja’s ass having her pull her own cheeks open so as he could drive home his bone.  
	First he was in her asshole—pumping furiously until it slipped out.  Then he plowed into her pussy and fucked there until finishing.  When after the first initial squirt he pulled out and shoved his priestly bone back into her fuckable funk hole to complete the “second cumming.”
	Wow!

	Dim was delighted to know Ms. Esturipond’s early life.  Theo would have been beside himself had he known.  On the teacher’s desk the young black youth seriously fucked the woman with Dim slowly inserting into his mind that he WAS fucking his math teacher.
	He wasn’t opposed.
	He still wasn’t one hundred percent “in the know” that he was actually prodding his least favorite teacher—Dim just posed the notion “if you could FUCK your least favorite teacher (would you?)’  Theo really wasn’t inclined to FUCK his least favorite teacher; unlike his best friend and many other boys of the class (and school).  But, with Dim’s minding help, the boy was soon to change his mind.
	Same went for his Mother, sisters, girlfriend.
	His girlfriend, Sasha Rantmore, was a good fuck.  She was getting boned by her older and younger brother—the younger brother getting a piece of his sister ‘cause he caught her and the older bro doing it.  Blackmail!  Such an ugly word but it works!  Theo thoroughly was enchanted screwing his girlfriend.  Dmitri was, too!
	Over the course of a few days Dim subtly infused into the young Theo’s mind his unquenchable desire to fuck his sisters, Mother, teacher, and girlfriend.  Repeatedly.   Often.  Daily.
	End result?  Some months later and his sisters—one-two-three, Mother, teacher, AND girlfriend came up pregnant.  Wow.  Imagine that!

Obsessions
	One more “B” girl and we’ll wrap up that series; but first!
	Matt Gangembangum
	Work, make a moonshine run, make a “Boss” run, keep tabs on The Strangler! and keeping up on his social life kept Dmitri Tsugua very busy.  He also re-visited Theo’s church.  He liked it there—it was entertaining.  It also quenched some of his fetishism—likes, desires, obsessions.

	Since that interlude with Stephan—Dim’s mind had dwelled unnaturally on the scene whereas he (Stephan) was stuffing the pussy of his daughter, Trisha, and then later on, Morgan, Dim had unsettling desires.  Unnatural—but, then again—he wasn’t all that opposed.  It was just that Stephan was a man—a father of three, professional type guy and a man in almost into his 40s!
	But for some inexplicable reason—Dim wanted to have sex with the man.
	He wanted to FUCK the man up the ass, play with his johnson, and BE fucked up his own ass!  He thought, too, of maybe possibly being peed on by Stephan, taking a shower with him, and watching the man suck his dick (off.)  Dim, however, was not interested in sucking Stephan’s cock.)  But in the heat of passion anything was possible.
	In lieu of Stephan, Dim found Matt Gangembangum to satisfy (partially) that unnatural urge.  The boy, white, was checking out a girl, who was also white but had a little Mexican in her, too.  She was a year older; long mid-waist sandy brown hair with a few ribbons here and there; earrings and finger rings, medium sized breasts, nice ass—kind of thunder thighs though.
	She wore a simple pull-over beige top with matching shorts.  Big legged open walking shorts.  Matt G and couple of other boys were sneaking looks down those big open legged shorts as they sat communally on some bleachers at the church’s park setting.  Here and there were mixed peoples about having an impromptued gathering to play volleyball, sing, bad mitten, and just socializing.
	When the girl abruptly got up scurrying across the park to the main building complex (presumably to use the bathromm)—Dim nudged Matt to “go follow.”  The boy eagerly complied.  Dim was a little concerned about “exposure”—that being himself.  There were quite a few peoples of various ages all about and he wasn’t so sure that he was “invisible” to all of them.
	Oh well.
	He slowly moseyed his way across the field and parking lot while Subject-in-waiting took the long way around so as it wouldn’t look so suspicious (about his pursuit.)  By the time both Dim and Matt got to the church itself the Subject was on her way out of the bathroom picking her panties out of her crack.
	‘stop.’
	Subject, Karly Redbow, stopped.
	No one was in the church and all the outer buildings were locked up.  Dim, undeterred, directed Matt and Karly to the other side of the two outer buildings.   Still equipped with the church keys (and Dim had  duplicates made) a private room was just the thing for afternoon shenanigans.
	A black bra did Karly have on and red panties (boyshorts to be exact.)

	Matt, naturally, was not aware of having his mind occupied by an electronic device—of course, neither was Karly.  Once the girl was naked—so was Dmitri.  There was a round conference table in the square 12x12 room; heavy tinted windows, heavy drapes, wood paneling, nice soft carpeting, and not one but two overstuffed sofas in a “L” shape.  The air conditioning helped matters and the two naked teens in Dim’s midst also helped.
	Looking upon Matt and Dim had those mysterious unnatural feelings stirring.  He couldn’t shake it and as he stared at the boy’s slowly rising schlong—Dim wanted it.  (and there still were feelings for Stephan, too!)
	‘virgin?’ Dim asked of Karly.
	No.
	Dim smiled—virgins were one thing and deeply appreciated.  Non-virgins were something else.  They had stories to tell!  Karly’s was ok; she was banging a neighbor kid—a boy about ten AND his twelve year old brother who caught them.  She sucked them both but no anal.
	Laid out on the table, Dim opened the girl’s legs and admired her lightly furry beaver.  Nice.  Real nice.  Dim applied his tongue—it was a little musty smelling with a hint of pee.  Dim didn’t mind and happily (very) lick-licked away until his bone demanded attention.  So,
	With the girl’s cunt nicely sopped up, Dim put his cock to her, her legs up along his chiseled chest.  It was a pretty good fit and Dim schlepped away with much vigor and vim.  Karly’s titties jiggled and that helped with the intensity and surprisingly good feelings from the teenager’s hot cunt.
	At the three minute mark and Dim was squirting a bountiful amount of liquid love.  He felt his energy immediately depleted—but that was ok.  Way ok.  His thoughts were of Clarice, Megan, Mallory, Cherry, Claudia, Maryanne, and Chrissy.  Stephan, too.  His daughter Trisha, and every girl in the church!
	Using her own panties, Dim cleaned off his splooge from her cunt then put Matt to work licking her out while he admired the boy’s ass.  Right up against the boy he went “reaching around” while his cock was pressed against the boy’s lily white ass.  Dim fondled Matt’s schlong, fondled his balls, and whacked his cock until it was steaming hard.  Then into Karly’s cunt it went and Dim—Dim went up Matt’s ass!

*

	Even after getting Matt to “do him”—Dim wasn’t entirely satisfied.  He wanted Stephan!  It was the most strangest desire—even more so than his desire for pussy!  Even!  It was the strangest feeling; overwhelming feelings swathed over him, consuming him.  Something had to be done—soon!
Obsessions obsessively obsessed
	Bothered and unsettled, Dim threw himself into his work.  He ditched his social life and there wasn’t time for homelife—sleep was the thing when he got home.  The thought of “joining” the military for some damn fool notion began to fill him; or teaching abroad—
	“Teaching a broad?  Is that some kind of whacked male thing about women?”
	“No, Helga,” Big Bob said being interrupted again, “it’s a combined word, means to go from one country to another.”
	“Oh.” then, “so is this epic tale coming to an end?”
	“No, there’s still a bit more to tell.”
	Helga sighed; there was no ending to one of her Dad’s “epic tales.”  He once told of a tale of when he and three of his army buddies went fishing and there was this glowing bear…

	‘take your pants down.’
	The young girl made a face, a “what did you say?” face, but unhitched her not-too-tight non-jean type purple cotton pants and pushed them to her ankles.  Dim smiled and gouged the heel of his hand to his growing schlong.  The girl was a cutey; a nice face, shoulder length dark hair, green eyes, soft fairly descent skin, nice body overall—‘specially in the titty and ass department.  Especially!
	Melody Bekause—the final girl in the “B” series of girls: Chrissy (previous chapter, page 9) who cheered up boys with her sex; Maryanne, who took pity on the hospital boy (Chad); Claudia, whose sister got in the act by giving Claudia’s horny boyfriend, Scott, a blowjob; Cherry, who had a best friend, Bud, and with him they did all kinds of weird shit—eventually.  Then there was Mallory who had the “rollerblade” incident that segued to the nifty little interlude involving her daddy.  Megan came nextly—and boy! did she cum!  Her story entwined with “Theo Bangs ‘em all!” and gets them pregnant, too!  Of course, Dim might have had some potent sperm involved there as well.
	And now,
	Melody Bekause.
	With her non-jean pants down, Dim sighed and eyed the girl’s slightly tan legs.  Then he parted the legs to eye her in her panties of dark blue before clutching her ankles and lifting her legs up angling the dangle.  She was twelve, three months from entering her teen years.  Dim smoothed his hand up and down her left thigh, brushed his fingers against her crotch before slipping a finger inside the crotch and working the panty to reveal her virtually hairless cunt.
	‘virgin?’ he inquired.
	“No.” she answered softly.
	Sweet innocent looking Melody was “occasionally” spreading her legs for horny fourteen year old brother AND his best friend.  There was “occasionally” protection involved.  She gave hand jobs to both boys AND sucked their cocks.  No anal.
	She was having a bad day; her backpack—brand new, ripped on the bottom corner spilling contents on the bus floor scattering school stuff and personal stuff (tampons).  A test in math she thought she scored well in—she didn’t.  An anticipated “B” turned out to be a low “C”.  A wayward volleyball smacked her upside the head; a wayward soccer ball spilled her lunch, specifically her milk soiling her pants making it look like she had peed herself.
	Once home and the birthday party she had expected—didn’t pan out.
	Reason?  New baby, Graham had something wrong with him and all attention was on him.  No party, no money, no going out to the Mouse Hut (a pizza place with animotronic animals and staff dressed up like woodland creatures serving pizza).  Nothing.  Zip.  Nada.  Screw you.
	Well, not to be undone, Melody took what money she had saved (and acquired from her brother’s wallet and her Mom’s purse) and slipped off to the Mouse Hut anyways.  Some friends would meet her there and she would have her party anyways.
	Mid way along she encountered Dmitri Tsugua.

	Tugging her panties up her legs Dim felt a surge in his loins and a soiling of his undies.  His fingers diligently diddled her not-so-virgin pussy, poked her virgin turd way, then was about to move her to the back of the non-company company van packed full with fruits and veggies destined for a warehouse in a neighboring city when—
	Red and blue flashed brightly in the side mirrors.
	“Shit!  Piss!  Fuck!  Motherfucker!”
	An officer (of the law) got out and slowly approached along the driver’s side; long flashlight in one hand, side arm (.45 auto) hand equipped and ready to blast first, question later.
	“Driver!” the voice called—a female voice, “Let’s see those hands!”
	This was a pickle—underage girl in passenger seat, her pants AND panties at her ankles, her mind frapped, Dim’s dick hard as a rock and spurting spunk soiling his undies.
	Dim stuck his hands out the window chastising himself for his “lack of security.”  He was parked juxtaposed with the city dump on the right and a wilderness park on the other.  Dim thought it was pretty secure—lots of trees, bushes, rocks, and remoteness.  But still…
	Busted!
	Slowly the police officer, actually park ranger—but still armed (and dangerous) approached with major attitude.  But that was understandable considering—considering all the hoopla regarding Pervs with Electronic Mind Altering Devices.  And psychopaths; demented crazies, pervs with warped senses, and so on.  That took care of about 80 percent of the male population.  The women also were in the mix—and of both males and females—all ages were included.
	The ranger came up to the driver’s side window with her .45 clasped firmly in hand.  She looked frightened and pissed and gravely concerned at the same time.  Melody was laid out between the seats with her clothes bunched up at her ass.
	“Step out of the van!” almost yelled the ranger.
	“Ok—ok,” Dim said, “easy—I’m not armed.”
	“SHUT UP!” screamed the woman who was a red cunt hair under 5’8”.  Average weight, flaming red hair with heavy bangs, hair pulled back in a dangling loose ponytail, a park ranger ball cap (green), kind of baggy shirt, not-too-tight green park ranger cotton pants.  The neck muscles of the woman were tight and she seemed to be trembling all over.
	“Are you alright?” Dim asked politely.
	“SHUT IT!” she yelled.
	Dim took offense.
	Then, as Park Officer Janet Sheeshmeesh let go of the weapon with one hand (the other firmly but shakingly still holding) to talk into her shoulder mounted microphone—
	Dim slammed open the van’s door smacking the woman and smacking her good!  The weapon discharged—that wasn’t good.  The weapon smacked the frightened pissed off woman in the chin; she stumbled back, the bullet plummeted back to earth striking the van’s window cracking it.
	Dmitri’s EMAD was at the side of the driver’s seat in a special pouch.
	Janet stumbled back over a long dead snag tree.  Dim reached for her wrestling the .45 from her hand tossing it away.  Janet recovered from her tripping fall—sort of.  Scrambling to get up over the dead log—Dim smacked her dead in the face sending her backwards again.  But before she went all the way into the straggly scraggly brush—Dim grabbed her hand and flung her upside the van.
	Janet had five years as being a park ranger; lots of training.  She was some fifteen years older than he—but he worked out in a warehouse and she drove around a park setting.
	Wrestling with the woman was a bit of a chore; he did manage to rip the two-way radio off her shoulder, pin one of her arms behind her, shove his knee into her ass.  Her face pressed against the hot skin of the van wasn’t too good, either.  Dim also managed to get out her handcuffs.
	But before he could cuff her—
	Janet rallied spinning and putting an elbow into Dim’s face.
	That didn’t feel good.
	She then stomped on his hand (when he fell to the ground) and then for good measure kicked him in the face.  Dim rolled and came up with a hunk of tree limb smacking it HARD against the back of the legs of the woman who was at this time a ranting raving lunatic.
	Janet went down and Dim pounced on her pinning her.  Blood drizzled from his nose and he felt the side of his face swelling—not only had she smacked him good he had gotten his face into some stinging nettles!  Ouch!
	He slapped her.
	She was stunned.
	The two-way radio squawked:  “Twenty-nine, can you repeat the license number again?”
	Shit.  She had reported the non-company company van’s license plate number.  But Dispatch had it wrong.  Whew!
	Dim maneuvered himself to whereas he could KNEE Officer Sheeshmeesh—and he did.  This took the wind out of her sails!  She coughed and sputtered and tried to get her composure (and breath) back.  This gave Dim time to roll the bitch over and while he slung bloody snot from his broken nose he handcuffed the woman.	
	And for good measure—used her stun gun on her.

*

Whose woods these are—
	(I don’t know)
	A cold washrag from the ice chest helped, so did the watermelon slice (yea, it’s odd but it helps with stings from the stinging nettle plant).  He wasn’t angry with the park ranger; but—
	The stun gun she had he planted to her crotch and zapped her good.
	She twitched, pissed herself, and twitched some more.
	Fearing that her compadres at the office might get worried about her not responding to radio calls, Dim wisely scooted out of the area.  When he arrived at the new locale a few miles away, Janet had pissed herself good and was coming around.  The sting to Dim’s face was pretty good and took a while to settle.  He was in some agony for some time could only sit and fume until the pain subsided enough to whereas he could continue.
	Slowly he removed the woman’s boots and tossed them—then went to fetch them because his prints would be on them (and got stung by a bee in the process!)  He gave Janet another jolt from the handheld stun gun; afterwards—
	She gave him a bit o’ trouble as he worked her green pants off—amazingly she still had fight in her and lashed out kicking Dim in the balls and chest.  Dim clenched and blew snot—this was not working out.  And somehow she had managed to dislodge the stun gun sending it “somewhere.”  
	More wrestling and Dmitri managed to get the upset upsetting woman rolled over—then, with his knee planted firmly into her backside he took a private moment to console his privates.  More cold water from the ice chest.  Janet didn’t have a second pair of handcuffs so Dim used the shoestrings from her boots.  A little constricting and painfully uncomfortable—good!
	He was worn out; face on fire, balls screaming, head and chest hurting, wrists, ankles.  But he blamed himself for not being prepared.  After a few minutes he secured his trusty EMAD and zapped the woman.  But with her high emotions and in some lingering discomforting pain it was a bit of a chore with two of the five minding electronic minding cohesion zones in the yellow.  That meant that there was only a 70% grab of her mind—her awareness level was high.  Still, though, she was controllable to some minor extent.
	She was no longer a fighter or a threat to his balls.
	So, with that, he stripped off his clothes—then stripped (ripped) her clothes off.  The woman thrashed a bit, twisted and did all things she was supposed to do under the circumstances—to no avail of course.  
	With her panties lastly ripped off, Dim spread the woman’s legs.  She fought that exposure but Dim was stronger—and used the handy and dandy stun gun—right on her pussy!  Talk about freaking out!  The exact contact of the electrode contacts to her bare “wet” pussy totally freaked the woman out (and then some.)
	Then, while she twitched, babbled incoherently, drooled and sputtered, Dim lay on her guiding into her hot and very bothered pussy his magnificent thruster.  Janet was well aware of what was happening there but lightening still flashed across her field of vision.  Her mouth suddenly locked up and her twitching began to become alarming.
	Dim watched her, caressed her vibrant red hair—and slammed her cunt with his cock with great vehement deliberence.  Janet’s nipples hardened and pressed against his muscular chest.  The woman’s neck muscles tightened and as Dim stepped up his thrusting, Janet seemed to convulse.
	At the four minute mark—CUM!
	A great gracious quantity of cum squirted—and squirted—and then squirted some more until Dim was well spent.  He lay on Janet—who had finally calmed down enough to say “Bastard!”
	To wit Dmitri smiled and replied, “Bitch, I haven’t even started yet!”
	Janet closed her eyes—she had no idea what was in store for her.

*

Monkeyshines 
	With her legs back, held in place by shock cords, Dim rammed his cock into Janet’s tight virgin crap hole.  The woman strongly fought back the attack—then saw little Melody laying close by, pants and panties at her ankles.  For a moment, Janet was stunned—and then “stunned.”
	When she recovered from several minutes of twitching, Dim had successfully filled her cornhole with his love cream.  Then, with a saw, a note to his watch, he had to make a choice—get fired or make the delivery.  The cargo area of the non-company company van was filled with warehouse goods—and a little extra.
	His balls still ached; so did his face, chest, and dick.  The dick ache, though, was a good thing.  Time was against him, he had no control over that.  He did, though, have control over Janet and Melody.  The EMAD kept them quiet and still; covered up under cargo/moving-van blankets they were concealed while he made his deliveries AND acquired eleven year old Cathy Barnswallow!
	With the cargo area of the van empty—there was room for Julie Swallowhole, Hanna Chuckowl, Lucy Titsanmore, and a boy, Van Carlosloe.  All were eleven year olds with Lucy the oldest at fifteen.  Dim scooted out of town and along the desert highway to the foothills of Graburass Mountains.  Off-road—which was not the van’s forte, Dim scurried along a narrow dirt road crossing under the state’s HUGE water pipe sending water from the northern part of the state to the southern part.
	Twenty some odd miles later and a better more secure area there was.
	It was nightfall, cool, and damn dark.  Outside and there were campfires seen dotting the mountains.  Owls and bats were about—but no one else.  A dry river was to one side, unfriendly canyons and hills to the other side.  After quenching his thirst—time to quench his lust!
	With Ranger Janet watching in horror, as the other recent additions, Dim undressed Melody fully, spread her legs, and went down on her.  The girl was partly aware—just too tired with a frapped mind to do much about her situation.  Mouths were all agape as the naked Dmitri crawled up on the young hapless girl sliding into her sex his cunt hungry cock.  Janet shook her head calling Dim a “monster.”
	Dim smiled back to her, “I know.” and continued with fucking Melody.  And with the EMAD working well, he had the one lone boy, Van Carlosloe undress himself.  The boy was “aware” but controllable.  He sort of kind of tried not to comply but failed to do so.  He couldn’t understand why his hands were doing something he didn’t want to do.
	Once naked, the boy stood up on his knees.
	The van’s door cargo sliding door was open as was the roof vents allowing cool air to mop the fevered brows of those within.  The girls were all tethered one way or another—not to tax the EMAD too much it was a wise thing to tie the group up and allow them mostly to have their own mind.
	With her legs up (along his chest) Dim deeply sodomized the pretty twelve year old who had been having a bad day.  She was now have a worse day.  Quite an eye opener, though—before she had a limited idea of what sex was and entailed.  No longer.  She fully was aware of sexual intercourse and most of its fickle little idiosyncrasies.
	While trying for his nut,
	“Come here.” he called for Van.   He was eleven, a little pasty, serious blond hair, serious blue eyes.  He played soccer and ran track, had an older brother, two younger sisters.  No sexual improprieties of note, only he had recently began to beat off, hump his bed, and steal his sisters’ panties (for personal use!)  typical boy and expected.
	He moved up to Dmitri and Melody.
	“Grab his balls.” Dim cooed to Melody.
	It took half a moment or so before the mindless girl reached for and grabbed holt of Van’s bare naked testicles.  On further schooling, she fondled-fondled-fondled the barely hairy dangly things, then stroked the boy’s penis getting it seriously hard.
	Dim got his nut, filled Melody’s turd passage, coating a waiting turd, then pulled out directing Van to nestle his nuggets into the girl’s mouth—then lay down her body to start licking on the girl’s fresh fucked cunt.  Those surrounding them were aghast and appalled.  More eyes were opened, mouths hanging open even more than before—Lucy and Julie had prime viewing of Van’s ass (and his balls in Melody’s mouth) while the others had a side view.	
	Wiping his cock clean with a washrag AND Melody’s panties he moved up and had Van suck his cock.  He spanked the boy and with careful manipulation of the EMAD managed Lucy (once untied) to come forth and spank Van’s ass.  Just low lighting from within the van provided sufficient lighting—and the natural ambient light provided for by Mother Nature.
	Julie also gave a few bare handed swats to Van’s ass.
	Dim pulled out of the boy’s mouth and back into Melody’s cunt.  He wanted to shove his fuck stick into one of the other girls but the need to fuck and cum was too much to ignore.  He fucked the girl good and hard blasting a hot wad of spunk that effectively drained him.
	Which was not a good thing.

	He awoke minutes later—many minutes, with a startle.  He couldn’t believe he had fallen asleep!  It was still dark outside and cooler, too.  Getting a refreshment from the ice chest he gathered himself and eyed his “cargo.”
	Melody, Cathy, Julie, Hanna, Van, and Ranger Janet.
	Hmmm
	Let’s try that again.
	Melody Bekause—check.
	Cathy Barnswallow—check.
	Julie Swallowhole—check.
	Hanna Chuckhowl—check.
	Van Carolsloe—check.
	Janet Sheeshmeesh—check.
	Missing one.
	Melody, Cathy, Julie, Hanna, Van, Janet—
	LUCY!
	Lucy Titsanmore was missing!
	“SHIT!” he bitched and looked around the van.
	“Where is she?” he demanded.
	No one spoke—all were frightened, save for Ranger Janet who lay very firmly posed conveying “FUCK YOU!” in all earnesty.
	In anger, Dim grabbed Janet’s bungee cord locked legs, lifted them up and began walloping her ass with all his might.  The stings caused the woman to twist and react as she should but she kept mum, still, about the whereabouts of the missing Lucy.
	Finally, though,
	“She left about thirty minutes ago!” cried out Julie.
	Dim stared (glared) at her then dropped Janet’s legs, grabbed a flashlight and almost brained Janet’s head—but didn’t.  He stood outside the van scanning the area taking a few minutes before his eyes could adjust to the pure darkness.  An owl and a bat (or two) fluttered about making Dim a little nervous.
	‘Bitch couldn’t have gotten far.” he thought—and hoped.  She had no way of knowing which way to go—the road was rough and Dim had barely been able to navigate it WITH the van’s lights on.
	He counted himself lucky, though—asleep as he had been she could have untied everyone.  She could have also brained him.  Janet had wanted uncuffed but where the keys were to the handcuffs binding her was unknown.
	Fuming, Dim didn’t hear until too late—
	“AHHHHH!” from behind and aside him.

	Whirling, he was just in time to see Lucy bearing down on him with a dead limb of a tree smacking him HARD upside the head sending him spinning to the ground.  The girl wasn’t thru and smacked him on the backside again sending the air in his lungs—out.
	Then she bolted for the van.  And as Dim lay trying to send air back INTO his legs he heard the van fire up!  Nakedly, Dim stood up and stumbled over a large rock skinning his shins and knees.  The van backed up, smacking into the small rocky/dirt hill, then spun the wheels and came forward hitting that dead tree Lucy had gotten the limb from.
	Dim was too fucked up to do much but watch as the van knocked the tree over—then ran over it.  The sliding door was still open.  Dim made a grab for it but someone inside hit his hand and he let go.  The van did a 360, backed up over the tree and then nearly backed up running over Dmitri!
	Finally, Lucy furiously floored the non-company company van sending it wildly down the so-so dirt road.  Normally, the fifteen year old (who was taking driver’s training already) was a pretty decent driver.  But in a hurry she was not so good.  However, fright has a lot of moxie and with her foot to the floor she gunned the behemoth van precariously down the road—the naked Dmitri following.
	Around the corner of the rocky/hilly/dirt hill was a serious sharp turn nearly turning back on itself—then there was the crossing of the dry river.  Mid way across and the van got stuck.  Lucy floored it.  All the kids, plus Janet, were screaming.  Janet was sitting up trying to get to the front area finding that the keys to the cuffs binding her had been shoved up her asshole!
	Just when she had shit them out and tried to key the lock—Lucy had plowed the van off the not-a-road but dry river and got the van very stuck.  The jolt of the sudden stop dislodged the key.  Janet went pummeling to the cabin/cargo separation paneling almost knocking her head.  All the kids in the cargo area were all over one another.  And Dmitri’s EMAD?
	Smashed.
	And speaking of Dmitri—
	Lucy tried and tried to re-start the flooded engine.  She was crying, screaming, panicking, all that.
	“Let off the gas,” Dim said coming up to the driver’s side window, “it’s flooded.”
	Lucy screamed a horrific scream.  Dim reached in to grab her (by the neck) and Lucy did what Janet had done unto him (with the door).  She opened it on him sending him backwards tripping over a right placed boulder.  The girl got out and went crazy—not on him but running amok around the van.  At one point she tried to PUSH the van, then she hit it, then ran around the van again screaming her lungs out.
	Finally she ran off and Dim re-collected himself.
	He wasn’t happy about the fucked up smashed EMAD.  Those were hard to come by.  He didn’t think it would work (and he was right.)  He fluttered his eyes and sat on the instep of the van privately fuming.  ‘What a day!’
	Where Lucy ran off to he didn’t know—or care.  Dawn was a couple of hours away.  Janet lay on her side against the far side of the van; the others lay here and there, and over there, some were bleeding from cut lips and dings to the head.
	After a few more minutes and before stiffness came he secured the stun gun and Janet’s utility belt—containing the ever popular .45 sidearm.  Then he shut the sliding door and leaned against it.
	Some days it just didn’t pay to get out of bed!

	Half an hour after dawn’s early light—and the van was still stuck.  There was a “road” if you could call it that that ran thru the middle of the river course that was some one hundred feet across.  Steep river bank canyons on each side and a pending river flood at any moment.  Lucy Titsanmore was still MIA.
	In the van, Janet and the others had been well tied up.  The kids all had pissed themselves and Dim didn’t care.  His balls still ached from Janet’s attack on him.  There was a constant ringing in his ears, especially the left side where Lucy had landed the tree limb against and he was occasionally “dizzy”.  Not a good sign.
	Each person got an ice cube to suck on, then; Dim set out to see if he could find Lucy.  He had plans for her—if she weren’t dead.  After dressing he struck off.  The sun rose higher and higher—and once clearing the eastern mountain range really started climbing.  The heat would come soon—Dim didn’t want to be stuck in the middle of the dry wash with the heat bouncing off those steep embankments.  Not good, either.
	Having no idea which way the distressed-distraught teenager fled, Dim just went forward along the precarious road sighting in on a lone figure not more than a couple of miles ahead.  Dim sighed—she had the jump on him (and then some) but wasn’t moving all that fast.  No civilization, no other roads, no help for miles.  The main road was a long-long ways off.
	Armed with the stun gun and dire determination to apprehend the girl, Dim went off-road catching up to Lucy as she paused to pee.
	“Going somewhere?”
	Lucy freaked, screamed, and tried to run holding her pants up.  Dim chased her a few feet tackling sending them both to the ground.  The fight was on.  The stun gun was immediately kicked away and then the girl struck Dim in the chest with her knee coming up to his chin.  A tooth was broken and his tongue bitten—hard!
	Son-of-a-bitch!
	The girl was exhausted but still had amazing energy.
	As Dim once more, though, pinned her, he heard what sounded like motorcycles.
	“SHIT!” he said angrily not believing his luck, “Piss!  FUCK!  GOD-FUCKING-DAMN IT MOTHERFUCKER!”  In a fit of rage he managed to roll the girl over pinning her more.  A bungee cord secured her hands—but she managed to wrench free that bond and grab holt of his balls!
	And she wasn’t letting go!
	The pain was immeasurable.
	Neither, though, were letting go.
	Just out of reach was the stun gun.
	The motorcycles, off-road type were near; he could see dust trails stirred up just over and beyond the next rock hill.  They didn’t seem to be approaching, though, and Dim doubted that the riders heard the girl’s screams over the loudness of their machines.
	Summoning his strength he jumped closer to the stun gun pulling Lucy with him.  Grabbing and securing the nifty device he zapped the girl until she was readily in compliance to be subdued.  A moment was needed before standing up and pinning the girl to the hard rusty rock sending his knee into her ass.
	“Good try, sweetie,” he said sternly, “time to pay the price.” And with that he yanked her pants down throwing her over a nearby boulder that was “just the right height” and quickly sending his cock into her not-so virgin pussy.

	The first thing he noticed when coming down the road to the van was the van’s lights.
	“SHIT!” he bitched—the lights had been left on—for hours!
	This was a fucking nightmare.
	Then the sliding door was open.
	A quick head count and Van was now missing.
	“When did he leave?” Dim asked of the crew.
	“Go fuck yourself, asshole!” Janet spurted.
	Wrong answer.  Dim harshly thru Lucy into the van and grabbed eleven year old Cathy Barnswallow wrenching her outside the van shoving her against the boulder he had tripped backwards over.  A swift hand smack to the girl’s ass and Van’s head popped right up.  He had been hiding in the crags of the embankment.
	“Don’t hurt her.” He said.  He had re-clothed himself and was ready to take off when Dim had returned with Lucy.	
	“Take your clothes off.” Dim said.
	The boy complied and returned to the van—leaving his clothes on the ground.  Dim smoothed his hand over Cathy’s ass then pushed her into the van.  He was in a bad-bad mood.
	The van—wouldn’t start.  It whirred and made grinding noises suggesting a dead-dead battery.
	‘Great—just great.’
	Doubtful that an emergency service for vehicles would come out.
	A little miffed, Dim sat with arms folded fuming.
	Then he heard the motorcycles again.
	Hmmm
	With a sigh—a big sigh, Dim struck off to climb the embankment and see what was what.  Without a functioning EMAD—it would be interesting how things would transpire.
	Riding dirt bikes were a pair of siblings, Randy and Janna.  Dirt trails were everywhere and the kids (12 yrs and 11 yrs respectively) were all over making jumps and gunning their bikes enjoying the great off-road outdoors.  Dim made thoughts—he had to get closer.  Much-much closer.
	When Randy gunned his bike up a small hard dirt hill—Dim send him sprawling with a sturdy tree limb to the chest.  The bike went one way, the boy the other.  Dim grabbed the heaving boy dragging him to a large laying down tree.  When his sister came up following she was distracted by the fallen bike of her brother giving Dim time to smack her chest with the same limb that befell her brother.
	He could have very well found out nicely where the kids’ parents were set up and asked for a battery jump.  (yeah, he could have done that but what fun would that have been?)
	After getting directions of where their parents were set up, Dim marched/dragged the kids to that direction coming up over a small hard rock rise peering down to a small sandy valley.  A lone trailer was set up, awning, picnic tables, ice chests—no truck.
	Hmmm
	Then a woman came out of the trailer.
	“Where’s your dad?”
	“He had to go to town to do something.” Answered Janna, eleven.
	“Anyone ELSE coming out here?”
	“No.” said Randy; Janna blurted “Yes!” before her brother could shut her up.  Dim smiled.  Without the EMAD, though—this was going to be tough.  He had to think—without a vehicle there then this was all moot.  He had already waylaid the kids so there was that issue—they go missing and their parents would have law enforcing agents all over the damn place.
	And Dim had a van full of Subjects.
	And a broken EMAD.

	When the woman, Angie Scooboot, went back inside the air conditioned trailer, Dim made his move—tripping over a rock and a tree limb as he went.  His already skint shins took another hit, along with his knees.  Sharp pebbles became embedded in the heel of hands as he crawled unsteadily along a perilous ledge leading down to the encampment.  From there he would have to make a desperate bolt across open land to the trailer.  Having no idea where the woman inside was also made it desperate.
	There were probably other ways to go about what he was doing and/or planning.  Probably.  Dim was seventeen at this point and time so his thought processes were a little different than that of a hard-core scumbag.  He gave little thought to his next move once at the trailer—the notion of “have a back-up plan” faded.
	The generator was going giving power to the trailer; there, too, were solar panels on the rooftop.  Dim tapped on the trailer door and the mother of Randy and Janna opened the door a little startled at Dim’s sudden appearance.
	“M’am, I found your kids up in the hills—”
	“Oh my God!” she shrieked, “Are they alright?” she opened screen door and came out to the fold down steps.
	“No.” Dim said factly, and pressed the stun gun to the woman sending her twitching to the canvas carpeted ground.
	Like with Janet, Dim had his hands full securing the woman but he had more bungee cords and securing was finally made.  He then dragged her into the trailer shutting the door.  When the woman recovered from being shocked her peril had only begun.
	Like with Janet, Angie managed to kick Dim in the face and chest AND balls.  Like with Janet, Dim shocked the shit out of her until she settled down losing her breath—and bladder control.  Dim dragged her to the rear situated bed and laid her stomach down upon it.  Then yanked her pants and panties down.
	“If you want to see your kids, alive, best do as I say!”
	Angie wept.  Dim tied her to the bed then—then took a shower!
	He was bruised and battered all over.
	From the fridge he grabbed a beer, some cheese and lunchmeat and sat nakedly at the small table.  Randy and Janna, alive, were tied together up in the rise at the large fallen tree (not dead)—the kids, either.  Their helmets were off and their one-piece motorcycle uniform down at their ankles.  They had pants on underneath and those were down, too.
	Dim was on a roll.
	Another beer, ten minutes of sitting in the cool trailer, then he got up and “had his way” with the very hapless woman.  He zapped her with the stun gun “just because”.  She fought him but not as much as she had initially.  Dim tore her clothing off, spread her legs and power fucked her well fucked cunt.
	Drizzling a beer onto her pussy seemed like fun—so he did.  While he poured the beer he ate her pussy out giving no thought to no one else or anything else.  He was fucking the woman and just in time heard a truck door slam.  Ducking into the bathroom right across the bedroom Dim waited for the hubby.
	He came in with a bag of fresh goodies and saying something about possibly having to go back to work after all but it wasn’t definite.  Then he saw his naked wife tied to the bed.
	“What the fuck!?” he said deeply concerned.  He moved quickly to the back bedroom.  Dim reached out with the ever handy-dandy stun gun; Charles, though, saw him and only got a partial jolt.  Angie, mouth gagged, squirmed on the bed freeing one of her legs—the wrong one but she managed to send it over the still tied leg and kick Dmitri’s leg—the back of his knee specifically as he wrestled with the only partially stunned Charles.
	There wasn’t much room to maneuver—which was good for Dim who once more pressed the gun to the husband’s body sending him convulsing onto the bed onto his wife.  Dim didn’t let the man recover and zapped him again!  Dim rolled the man off the bed (and wife) and zapped the woman (for kicking him.)
	Dim slumped to the floor—HIS mind was frapped!

	The day was hot—the shower felt GREAT!  After securing the rest of the beer, snacks and lunchmeat, he loaded the family Scooboot truck with the family Scooboot and head off to his van.  It had been literally hours since—
	Luckily, everyone was still there but barely.
	With the sliding door open and fresh treats, especially water from a five gallon water cooler drenching the crew, they made it.  Dim placed Randy and his sister inside the van—they had suffered sunburns badly.  Unfortunate.  Their mother joined them—why not!?
	Daddy Scooboot remained at the trailer, tied up well inside the trailer.
	Friends of the Scooboot’s were “on the way in”.  Dim wanted to make tracks before seeing them or them seeing him.  To do that he had to jump start his van from Charles Scooboot’s truck—the whole premise of Dim’s outlandish doings!
	The van fired up and Dim was relieved.
	Then, using Charles’ truck still, with the wench, Dim was able to pull the van out of the sandy wash—and minutes later was on his way out of the desert.  At the turn back onto the pavement he just passed a small group of vehicles with trailers turning onto the road Dim just turned off of…
*

Monkey shines Part II
	Janna’s thighs were badly sunburned, so were her brothers.
	The rest of the van crew, the originals, had suffered heat exhaustion.
	A few miles up the road to another turn-off to the other side of the desert and Dim moseyed the van twenty miles to hook up with a road that went up into the Hammernail Mountains—a little rugged and bare up to the five thousand foot level—then a thousand feet of trees-trees-trees.  Still kinda warm until arriving at the seven thousand foot level.
	By then, it was late afternoon.
	A helicopter buzzed in the far-far distance—over by the foothills of Graburass Mountains (where Dmitri and crew had just been hours earlier.)  Angie and Janet sat side by side—a little delirious but still having their minds.  Neither could believe what was happening—or going to.  Dim was tired but took the kids out of the van one by one by one by one.  They were undressed, spanked, and warned about running off.
	“Any of you run off (again) and those behind will suffer.  Got it?”
	Melody, Cathy, Julie, Hanna, LUCY, Van, Randy, and Janna nodded.
	Randy and Janna were badly burned by long exposure to the sun; cold compresses and aloe cream helped them but more was needed.  Everyone had peed during the long drive but more was still to come.  Drinks were given and rest was the thing.  Randy and his sister were the first ones to be naked, Janna stood to pee (and it wasn’t her first time.)
	“Virgin?”
	Janna blushed and giggled and casually shot a glance to her brother (who was also peeing (standing up!))
	“Has he done you—up the butt?”
	Janna’s eyes of brown widened in shock and horror—“ewewew!”
	That would be a No.
	Although fraught with sunburn pain, the kids Scooboot would be ok.
	Melody stood a little frightened, effects of the EMAD still had a bit of lasting lingering damage on her—until Dim stripped her naked.  Then she sort of kind of came around and freaked out a little.  Confusion, though, kept her from “freaking the fuck out”.  Dim smacked her bare ass and she stood peeing (on her clothes) before sitting on a log beside Randy and Janna.
	Melody joined them after getting naked, having a soda, peeing (standing up).
	Cathy, Julie, Hanna, LUCY, and Van followed.  All stripped to their skin, having a refreshment, then peeing on their clothes at their feet.  Each received, too, a harsh swat and a reminder—“No running away.” And “No assaulting me.”
	Angie and Janet.
	Dim pulled Angie Scooboot out; she fought a little but that was to be expected.  A swift smack to her ass—naked ass, and she settled down (with the threat of “I’ll do bad things to your children!” if you don’t settle down.  With a sob and a gulp she was in compliance.
	Humph!  Who needs an EMAD!
	Standing up and peeing on the piled clothes the woman shuddered; her neck muscles tightened, she closed her eyes and fumed within.  Her fists were clenched and had it not been for the threat to her children—she was have cold cocked Dmitri Tsugua right then and there.
	After the pee, refreshment, and fondled while standing up in front of everyone, she took a seat on a boulder by the full sitting log.  She glanced to her children; Janna was sobbing and brother Randy tried hard to keep from showing his emotions.  Cathy was sobbing, Julie was out and out crying.  The rest were ok, plausible so.
	Janet Sheeshmeesh was brought out of the stinky-stinky van and swatted HARD.  Nothing was said—but plenty was fervently conveyed.  She peed and took her seat next to Angie.
	Dim wanted nothing more than to sleep.
	His balls were in great pain.  Not discomfort—PAIN.
	His face still hurt—stung.  
	What he planned nextly required the use of the EMAD to control everyone.
	The EMAD was not up to the job.  The face was smashed, nothing occurred when he pressed the sensor buttons.  The unit device was a very sensitive gadget and didn’t take kindly to being roughed up.  Dim sighed but took the nifty used to be trusty mind altering implement apart.  Maybe it could be salvaged.  Maybe.

	His mood was still sour, his balls still aching; but on the upside, the dysfunctional once thought to be destroyed EMAD was back online.  Sort of.  It had one sole function—one brain wave capture/manipulation at a time.  And even that was not one hundred percent.  But Dim would take what he could get.  He wondered if he could insert “notions” of naughtiness, too.  Doubtful.
	With the crackling of the fire, nightfall, the strife of the day’s events behind him, it was back to the same-oh same-oh.  That is to say, Melody Bekause was brought up to his attention.  And while all in attendance—and all were in attendance, Dim caressed the twelve year old’s body—specifically her ass.  Some attention was to her just budding breasts; other attention was to her lightly furry fur burger.
	Then she was laid down across Dim’s lap for a bit o’ spanking.
	Not hard, but not light, either.
	“Come here.” Dim said to the boys, Van and Randy.
	Reluctantly but in fear of retribution and wrath of their kidnapper, the naked boys came up to the naked girl and as further command from their kidnapper rubbed their schlongs against the girl’s flesh.  Ass flesh.  One at a time, the boys gouged her crack, poked her hole, then—on their knees licked her asshole.
	An owl hooted, the fire crackled, the air was scented with campfire, roasting weenies, marshmallows, and the scent of sex.  Janet and Angie sat side by side sometimes with eyes closed to blot out the horror that was among them, before them.  Great measures of disdain did they have towards the teenage molester.  Great measures.
	Although the boys’ cocks were raging hard, Dim still had a girl come to her knees and suck them.  Cathy was one girl, sucking Randy’s cock; Janna, Randy’s sister, came to slurp on Van’s cock.  Neither girl particularly liked the task; nor did they like being so vulnerable—naked.  But they had seen the naked kidnapper’s wrath and they feared him—EMAD or no, he was dangerous.
	Randy entered Melody’s asshole and sodomized her good for several minutes blowing a fresh hot load of boy spunk in just under four minutes effort.  The release was fantastic!  And he had to admit openly that he was screwing his sister “now and then.”
	How that info set well with his Mom sitting nakedly right there in the midst wasn’t known—she was blank, expressionless.  The boy stood back fondling himself—it was his first butt fuck (and he liked it!  A lot!)  Van took his turn pumping hard for five minutes before blowing his load.  His cock slipped out a couple of times and on his own he humped the girl’s ass, gouged her crack, and slipped his dick back in to complete the job.
	Then, sitting Melody up on his lap, Dim entered her asshole, too—after Janna and Julie had slobbered on his cock first!

	Randy was pulled down onto Dim’s naked lap; his ass smacked a couple of times, his ass turned towards his Mother and the other woman, bits of cum dripping from his cock.  His sister Janna also admitted openly that she and her brother had sex.  Again, their Mother gave no indication that she heard and understood the statement.
	Janna’s eyes opened wide as she was told “Lick his hole.”
	Sucking cock was one thing, lick a turd chute—wow!
	But a stern look from Dim and the eleven year old put her face to her brother’s crack and made faces as she tongued his dirt rim.  She retched as the deed was more than deplorable and horrible.  Angie remained steadfast sitting with a very mindless look on her face.  Janet conveyed a great quantity of hate to Dmitri.

	Getting his not-so-hard dick up Randy’s cornhole wasn’t so easy—the boy was a virgin and Dim’s dick had already had a hellacious day and had just cum a gracious orgasmic event.  So, he had the likes of Cathy, Hanna, and LUCY lay down, spread their legs, and masturbate.	
	That helped tremendously and Dim was able to fully sodomize Randy’s hole.  The boy then went and laid on top of Cathy slipping in his cock to her virgin pussy and fucking her.  Van was laid across Dim’s lap, spanked, and Julie licked his hole.  Van was a nice looking fellow; his fellow was uncut, there was some Mexican in him as well as Asian.  Short dark hair, dark eyes, light dark complexion.  He liked soccer, pizza, arcade games, and “pretty girls.”
	He was a virgin and had only recently found the pleasures of self pleasuring.
	After being sodomized he was directed to Lucy.
	Janet shook her head sadly, eyes closed, head bowed.

	A nice fresh face did Randy Scooboot have; short light sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, very round face with some freckling.  Small teeth, great smile, a gold earring in his left ear.  He was a happy-go-lucky kid, sports of all kinds was good for him but he liked motorcycles the best—off-road specifically.  Getting in between his sister’s legs was pretty cool, too.
	Janna had shoulder length sandy brown hair, very beautiful blue eyes, a smaller face, fantastic smile.  Like her brother, she was happy-go-lucky, sports enthused, and preferred motorbiking to all other sports.  Sex with her brother she knew was wrong, indecent, illicit, illegal, immoral.  But that was what made it alright!
	Melody’s blond hair was great; soft, a little feathered, down to the middle of her torso; she wore emerald earrings, a couple of finger rings, and braces.  She wrote poetry and was learning the guitar.  She was also finding the pleasures of pleasing herself and had gotten caught once—by her dad who just “walked in on her” while she was “doing it” on her bed.  Panties at her ankles, top rolled up exposing her budding breasts, the pretty Plain Jane twelve year old was “busy.”
	The even embarrassed them both but her Daddy never walked in on her again.  Melody took to pleasing herself in the bathroom—but even there there was no guarantee of privacy.
	Cathy’s blond hair was in a long single pony tail—but that style changed almost weekly.  She was into one color motifs, too; top, pants, socks, ribbons, and even her underwear all had to match one single color scheme.  A baby face she had, curious eyes and expression just about all things.  She embarrassed easy; she knew about sex—she had seen dogs and horses “doing it” and once walked in on her Mom SUCKING HER DADDY’S DICK!
	OH!
	Julie Swallowhole wasn’t all that naïve as she seemed to be, either; she had seen teens having sex—at Summer Camp the previous year.  Since then, she had become more aware of naughtiness but had yet began fingering herself.  A nice looking girl who had large front teeth that when she smiled they seemed to be a bit of an overbite—but it was just the way she smiled pulling her lower lips inward in a sort of embarrassing manner.  Very pretty girl; blue-blue eyes, small chest, tight ass.  She sang in two choirs, school and church; she walked dogs to earn money, and was curious about “sex”.
	Hanna was not a virgin; at ten she and a cousin experimented with sex.  They weren’t too successful but they were naked and the boy’s grinding of his cock against her pussy was pretty good.  He was eleven at the time.  They mutually pleased one another in a masturbatory way.  Upon spying on horny teens at the river near where they lived they learned the intricate manner of completing sex and sex acts—like oral and anal, reverse missionary, spanking, side-by-side, and double teaming, too!
	Lucy Titsanmore; not a virgin.  Like Julie, she had a horny male cousin and they occasionally got together for the purposes of having sex.  He wore a condom.  No oral, no anal.  Fuck me—get off me.  Lucy was a cheerleader, a little tall for her age group but she had the moves.  She had also made a couple of local commercials; she played guitar, loved to dance, and was an “A” student.
	Very nice jet black hair; she also had some Mexican parentage, spoke Spanish and French with ease and was learning German and Gaelic!  She loved perfume, hanging with her friends, writing poems and short stories, and “just being a girl!”
	Van Carlosloe was, too, of Mexican parents, one of which was full Mexican while his Mother was mostly white.  He spoke Spanish and was learning French.  Fishing was Van’s thing, fly fishing with his Dad, deep sea fishing, and going up into the wilderness where the bears came to fish with you.

	Janet continued to shake her head as she watched Dmitri put Randy and Van thru their paces—screwing the girls.  Each boy did each girl—asshole first, after receiving a generous blowjob.  Then, after getting their musty cum encrusted balls sucked, the boys stuffed the girl’s pussy—after getting their shit stained schlongs washed.
	Angie, mother of Randy and Janna, was mindless.  She had lost it and was no longer a functioning member of society.  Janet was holding out on some opportunity or something “BAD” to happen to the naked teenage kidnapper.  When after a boy had fucked a girl’s pussy—Dim put his tool to the girl’s pussy, too.  He was elated in shoving his pole into Lucy’s cunt—very elated.
	Lucy?  Not so much.
	With the EMAD basically out of commission and not as trustworthy as it used to be, and Dim in deep need of rest and sleep, the Captives had to be secured and secured well.  Dim tied Janet and Angie together, back to back, hands behind them, then one foot from each tied to the other.
	Randy was tied to Julie; Van tied to Janna—front to front.  Cathy and Hanna were tied back to back, Lucy tied to herself while Melody was with Dmitri.  It was close to midnight; the air was very chilled (usually is at 7,000 feet!)  But the campfire kept the chill at bay—besides, Dim and Melody slept in the van!

Monkeyshines; the second banana
	Come the new morn and after breakfast—soda and lunch meat treats, it was more spanking and more peeing while standing up.  Dim just loved to watch girls peeing while standing!  There was also pooping—the girls (and boys) had to assume the hands-and-feet position on the other side of a great log nearby to do their business.  It was way gross and all kinds of embarrassing.  All kinds.
	Soiled wet (pissed on) panties were used to clean those who had pooped.
	Afterwards, the girls watched (in some horror) as Randy got his dick sucked by the naked lady, Janet.  She sucked and sucked, fondled the boy’s balls, caressed his ass, then laid down and helped guide his pud into her pussy.  The boy took over fucking thereafter and went almost three minutes before delivering a hellacious load of spunk.
	Her steaming pussy had hardly calmed down when twelve year old Randy Scooboot slid into position.  No oral, just “get on her, fuck!” was the command.
	The boy did so and fucked well until a bee stung his ass.

	After Dmitri put his tool into thirty-four year old Angie, her twelve year old son did also.  His bee-stung ass had been doctored using first aid and tobacco.  Hanna and Lucy took care of pleasing his cock continuously during the calming down period (of his bee-stung ass); meanwhile, Dim fucked his mom having the boy watch from behind as he did so.  Afterwards, Randy tooled his Mom while everyone watched—including his totally shocked sister.
	Van Carlosloe took his turn in the thirty-four year old—Randy, after getting sucked off by Melody and then Cathy, pile drove his cock into his Mom’s ass at the same time.  Hanna slurped on Dim’s dick and then he prodded said slick dick into Janet.
	She vented great hate to him.  Dim merely smiled back at her and delivered a great deal of delicious cum minutes later.  Van and Randy fucked the woman nextly, then stood straddling her to pee on her face and titties (Van) while Randy pissed on her pussy.

	To thoroughly be despised; Dim had Angie and Janet—69.
	The two women lay on the thoroughly soiled clothing (with Angie very mindless and just going thru the motions (of being told what to do) without thought.  Janet lay on top.  Dim swatted her ass with bare hand and then a belt.  Angie, underneath, flicked her tongue to Janet’s pussy and Dim was pleased.
	Hanna sucked on Randy’s cock then helped guide him into Janet’s asshole.
	Janna sucked on Van’s cock and helped guide him into Angie’s cunt.
	It was quite a scene to see the two boys doing the women while the women sixty-nined.  Dim’s cock got seriously hard and buried it into Cathy’s cunt while she sat on him.  Lucy sat on the ground in front of the log with a mindless look on her face but it was mostly a look of horror and disbelief.  She shook her head occasionally looking at Dmitri and what he was doing.  Her shoulders sunk and she looked broken.
	Perfect!

Monkeyshines; Part III
	Day Three; still on the mountain
	With everyone watching—Randy came off in his sister’s pussy.
	With everyone watching—Dmitri came off in the girl’s pussy.
	Dim’s cock sizzled—Melody, Cathy, Julie, Hanna, Janna, Lucy, Janet, Angie—pussy-pussy-oh-so-sweet pussy!  And assholes, too!  And mouths!  He loved holding (and caressing) the girls—all of them!  Each one though a girl, about the same age, same parts, had differences.  Faces, more developed parts, hair, and general persona; Dim loved them all and spent quality time with each one—without doing what The Strangler! did to them.
	Each girl was special—deserving on his special attention.  With Cathy on his lap, he fondled her growing breasts, kissed on her—Frenched her, and gave her asshole a good boinking.  He loved holding her on his lap (that went for all girls.)
	Julie, with her blazing eyes, almost overbite, naiveness, captured Dim’s heart, too.  Like with Cathy, holding the girl on his lap, caressing her, cupping her ass, a driving his tongue into her mouth thrilled him inside and out.
	Hanna was a good fuck.  Pure and simple.  She was almost willing, too.  Almost.  Her breasts were of the nice palm size, soft supple skin, a great smile, and very cock pleasing cunt.  Sliding into her sex and Dim just about melted.  There was barely any spunk left in Dim’s still aching balls but he gave her what he could.
	Lucy.  Lucy-Lucy-Lucy.  She had given him a time in the desert; but that was to be expected.  Dim had let his guard down and she had taken advantage.  For her age, fifteen, she was almost a head taller than most other girls, but still trim.  Her breasts, however, were of the extra large variety but were easily curbed by bra wraps.
	While doinking the girl, shoving his meat stick into her pussy—then pulling out to poke his way into her asshole, a horrendous cry came to the chilled night air.  It unnerved everyone—save for Angie who was “out to lunch.”  Dim shot up straight—the only weapon he had was Janet’s .45 sidearm.
	“What the fuck was that?” he called out to no one in particular.
	Randy and Van stood up, too.
	“Maybe a bobcat.” Randy surmised having ridden his bike into big cat territory before.
	Since the noise only came once there was no way to make a definite determination.  Dim and the boys stood up for a long-long while thereafter.  With a sigh, though, Dim sat back down pulling Melody Bekause onto his lap.  Lucy scooted back to the log, pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms about them quietly sobbing.
	Dim just held Melody to him; the air chilled more, the night got darker, Van stood up and pissed off to one side.  Another log was added to the fire and Dim ushered the kids, and women, into the van.  Van came back out after a few minutes to sit quietly beside the disturbed Dim.
	Shortly before midnight when both Dmitri and Van were nodding off—
	The most horrendous noise EVER erupted CLOSE to the campsite.
	Dim shot up near to the tops of the towering pines.
	“Get in the van.” Dim ordered Van.
	You didn’t have to tell him twice.  Dim got in the van, too; closed the sliding door, locked it, rolled up the windows, and put the .45 in his lap.  The flicking fire disrupted his night vision.
	Something was out there.
	Something scary.
	And it wasn’t a fucking cat!

*

Monkeyshines; day of the banana
	With Angie bent over—the view of her ass, crack, hole, and pussy was delicious.  She lay over Dim’s lap; Dim spanked her lightly, mostly squeezed her cheeks and fingered her funk hole.  For one more round, Dim had the boys fuck the woman—pump into both holes and cum in at least one of them.  Van managed to cum in her asshole while her son—her SON blasted a hot sticky load on Day Four into her pussy.
	Awesome!

	By then, the boys’ dicks were sore and aching.
	“I cant do this anymore!” cried Randy.
	“Me, either,” stated Van, “my dick is sore!”
	It had taken four days for the broken EMAD to manipulate the kids’ minds; with only one channel it was a taxing task.  Lucy and Janet were the difficult ones; stronger minds or something.  Oh well.  He’d deal with “whatever” when the time came.
	Dmitri’s cock was sore, too; time for a rest break—a long rest break.  He still wanted to fuck the ever loving shit out of Melody, Cathy, Julie, Hanna, LUCY, Janet, Janna, and Angie—as well as the boys, Randy and Van.  But the time had come to ditch them and go on to other pursuits.
	Despite having a severe aching cock—he fucked ONE MORE TIME Melody.  He just had to.  On the seriously-seriously soiled pissed on clothes he entered the birthday girl’s pussy and went five minutes.  No cum but that sticky bottom of the nut clear liquid stuff.  
	He took in each girl—and boy.  Mostly the girls.  Naked was the thing.  The only thing—unless of course they were peeing (or peeing thru their panties!)  No matter how many girls he had had—each one was a treasure.  He made a quirky smile as he thought a thought of being a teacher.  Grade school, elementary school, third and fourth grades would be good, fifth thru eighth wouldn’t be bad, either.
	A little fingering of Melody, drinking in her entire body and he ushered her into the van.  Cathy was next, his cock had just about had enough but he held her to him, dragged his smoldering schlong against her by now well fucked cunt, diddled her cunt—diddled her cunt—diddled her cunt before swatting her ass sending her into the van.
	There wasn’t much left for the others but Dim hugged Julie, Frenched her, and had her sit on his lap so as his smoking cock could gouge her asshole.  He held her semi tightly to his naked body, his hands clamped tightly to her ass.  He liked her, she seemed unique.
	Hanna was unique, too; her hair style, her bright face, her very nice breasts.  Dim had her on her knees between his knees sucking his bone.  His hands went thru her hair—and although the boys, Van and Randy had aching smoldering bones of their own, they stood flanking the naked girl masturbating and lusting.
	Still no cum—not even the thick viscous stuff!
	Lucy was next.  She was mostly aware and not very effected by Dim’s minding device.  But she had learned and was obedient.  She expressed great quantities of pure unadulterated detestation but that was alright with Dim—as long as she performed.  For her last performance—she sucked both Van and Randy, then sucked on Dim’s stale balls.

	Had there been time—more would have surely been done.  More spank sessions for one.  Shaving of poons, much more anal, maybe some markings by burnt sticks.  But as it was—
	Janna sat on Dim’s facing out.  She was very fingered and her brother pissed on her pussy before stuffing her cunt and fucking it.  That was a good scene, too.  After the girl had been well fucked by both boys, she was sent off to the van.
	That left Angie and Janet.
	Angie was just as mindless as she could be.  She sucked on her son and Van; they bent over and she licked their corn chutes, too!  Then, while on her hands and knees, the boys sodomized her while she sucked on Dim’s cock.  Also a good scene for the mind to dwell on.
	“You’re going to rot in fucking hell!” Janet seethed.  She really took offense to Dim’s doings.
	“I’ll be in good company!” Dim retorted—Ghengis Khan, Charlemagne (who I think is waiting for the antichrist), a few dozen warlords here and there, Hitler, mass murders here, psychopaths there.
	While she sucked Randy’s cock—Dim fucked her pussy from behind spanking her.  Then both boys fucked her pussy—at the same time!  Another good scene to keep in mind.

	On the 5th evening and—
	Ten miles from Dim’s camp there was a large multiuse campground complete with two lakes, a ranger station, lots of campers.  Cathy and Julie got the boot here, a little before ten that night in the lower area of the campground by the second lake that was smaller.  Both lakes were mere “ponds” of some size—nothing to get excited about but they were stocked with fish.  Down where the lower pond let out its water to a creek the girls were ushered.  An occupied campground was nearby.  Many campgrounds were still up and running with campers singing songs and chatting.  Suddenly in their midst came two naked eleven year olds!
	At the back end of the upper campground far-far away from the “facilities” and ranger station, and closer to midnight, Hanna and Van got the boot.  Dim sorta kinda wanted to “keep” Hanna—he was kinda sorta smitten with her but it was time to cut her loose.
	Just as he was closing the sliding door and there was the most horrific horrifying sound EVER!  An animal (of some kind) belted out a call of some kind, mournful to dangerous.  There, too, hanging lifeless on the chilled mountain air was a smell—a smell of death!

	Campers were coming out of their tents and trailers, lanterns and flashlights all around—Dim slowly guided the van guided the burdened van out of the area to a horse camp five miles away.  Here and the horses were all in a tizzy having a whinny fit.  Something had spooked them.  Dim didn’t feel well, either—something wasn’t right and it was damned uncomfortable.
	Regardless, Dim put out the siblings, Randy and Janna having them walk up to the horse barn to seek shelter until morning when they were more apt to be found.  The horses were really in a non-calmed down fit, the horse camp residents were coming out and Dim carefully made another escape.

	Driving mountain roads during the day was one thing—driving twisting winding narrow dirt roads after midnight was something else.  Then add the “spooky” factor and every turn, every shadow, made the trek a little worse.
	Also he got lost.
	After leaving the horse camp Dim just motored on down the narrow road thinking it would hook up with the main road that would lead him to the paved road that would lead him back down the mountain.  Not so.  The road swung around but didn’t reconnect with the main dirt road.  It kept going.  And going.  And going.
	By the time Dim realized he had gone too he was lost.
	A camp sign helped, though:
Hidden Falls—5
Balance Rock—3
Wheretheheckarewe-2
Mnt Rd 203—7

	Mountain Road 203 was what Dim wanted.
	Getting there was another thing.  After passing the road to Balance Rock there was a tree down on the road forcing Dim to back up—and smash into the side of the hill.  Backing up in the middle of the night when one is tired and with that sound (and smell) heard hours earlier wasn’t good.
	Plus he got stuck.
	It was 2AM.
	Fuck it.
	Dim sought sleep and wasn’t denied.
	What awoke he didn’t know—it came with a startle.  He bolted-jolted wide awake—bad headache and all.  A bit of fright had him.  It was daylight, a little after 7AM.  A moment was needed to get his bearing, senses, and wits.  Then he was thirsty and hungry.

	In the back, in the cargo area, he made for the ice chest.  He had a terrible neck ache to go with the headache and body ache.  His memory was a little dull; he really wanted to be home in his own bed.  Instead, he was at 6,500 feet in the mountains with Angie, Melody, and Janet.
	Angie, Melody, and Janet.
	Angie—Melody, and Janet.
	Hmmmm
	Someone’s missing.
	LUCY!
	NO!  Not again!
	“Where is she?” Dim demanded from Janet.
	“Go fuck yourself!” Janet replied.
	Wrong answer.  Dim slapped her face but Janet was resolute, ‘do your worst, asshole, I wont tell!’
	But Melody would—this after Janet’s legs were pushed up and locked up in position to the van’s ceiling (with ever popular bungee cords of course).  Then, she was smacked on the ass HARD!
	Janet wriggled but refused to give up any pertinent info Dmitri requested.
	“She left a couple hours ago.” Melody said.
	Janet gave her a bad look but Melody was twelve and was thinking of Janet’s compromised position.  Dim flew out of the van but there was no indication of where Lucy could have gone.  Quickly he turned around suddenly realizing that she had pulled this stunt before.
	But no, she wasn’t laying in wait to pounce him—seeings as how well that worked last time.  She was gone.  Not good.  Again and Dmitri’s guard had taken a hit.  

*

Monkeyshines; cry of the monkey
	Some areas of the Hammernail Mountains were rugged; other area were downright unfriendly and difficult to traverse even if you were a mountain goat!  Lots of trees, rocks, boulders, and deep canyons; a couple of rivers ran amok, and there were mines all over the place.  Some had at one time been profitable.  Others hadn’t panned out at all.
	And the story goes that way-way back just after the Turn of the Other Century, just before WWI, some miners were mining for silver ore and dug deep into Crestcreek Canyon just above Little River.  Six miners had formed a “company”.  

 	Weeks went by before someone at the small local mining town realized the men hadn’t checked in and went to see how they were assuming that there might have been a cave-in or something.
	One miner was found, babbling incoherently about some BIG creature.  The man made no sense and refused to go back into the area.  He made a drawing of a very large and very hairy creature commonly referred to as Sasquatch aka Big Foot.  No one believed him—save a few Indians who lived in the remote rugged area the miners had been.

Present day
	Sam Truedance and his sister, Bonnie, found Devil’s Lip a little treacherous so they took another trail that wasn’t on the edge of the Nailbitter Canyon of the Hammernail Mountain.  Most of the trail was UP through boulders and open space where the day’s sun baked them.  Horknose River ran off to one side with fifty yards of very unfriendly rocks to get to it.  Huge pines and cedars along with huge open spaces, meadows.  Some were a little creepy so the brother and sister team hustled quickly to that area that was less creepy.
	Hiking something Sam, sixteen, and his sister, fifteen, did a lot.  They explored caves, climbed up to mountain tops, and scurried across deserts.  They had recently completed a kayak course in another state and hadn’t been home long when they decided to get one more trek in before school.
	Normally they hiked with friends but this time it was just themselves.
	At Rockton, a small little town in the sticks town having not much services other than a general store, post office, and the ever popular tavern.  A few cabins were tucked away here and there, there was a service station w/garage, too.  After the small ratty no air-conditioning bus from the 1950s brought them up to the town, Sam and Bonnie checked out the general store.  They had supplies already but it was always fun to poke around remote places and get more.
	While shopping they encountered some men, redneck men who were partly already drunk.  They were brash, rude, crude, and all things “redneck”.  They made unkind remarks directed to Bonnie.  Bonnie was both offended and pissed; she was a no-nonsense girl and didn’t appreciate the leers and jeers of the rednecks but was wisely pulled away by her brother who wanted no confrontation in such a remote location.
	The teens paid for their purchases, checked with the general store owner about certain hiking trails and struck off just after noon o’clock.  They did well hoping to navigate down the river canyon to Lake Howdigethere where they would meet their dad and go home.
	Didn’t happen.
	Here’s why:
	Just before sunset and Sam with sister Bonnie were relaxing from their arduous hike,
	“I swear there was something up in those woods watching us.” Bonnie said.
	“Your imagination!” Sam piped back.  But the area the teens had crossed thru earlier that day WAS creepy.  The trail ran thru some huge trees, the river on the right, and a huge creepy meadow on the left.  At the edge of the meadow where it met up with the trees again—something ominous was there.  Neither teen could see it but it was just a “feeling.”
	Suddenly, a dog came into their small camp.	
	The teens froze and stared; the dog had a rope collar, was a short hair Australian mix, about 50 lbs., medium sized, cropped ears, bobbed tail.  He growled as he stood at the edge of the campfire light.
	“Don’t make a move.” Sam said.
	“I’m about to have one.” Bonnie replied.
	Then, out of the gloomy darkening darkness—the men the teens had encountered at the general store emerged.
	Shit.
	“Well, well, well, looky what we gots ‘ere!” chortled one of the men.
	Sam clenched himself darting his eyes to the dome tent where leaning against it was his sturdy walking stick.  Inside the tent inside his backpack was a hunting knife, a radio (2-way), and flare gun.
	“What do you want?” Bonnie asked as she sat still on the tree stump she sat on.  (a skunk sat on a stump, “jump skunk, jump!”)
	“Well,” mouthed another redneck man, “I don’t think we were finished with our introductions back at the store!” he was a tall man, needed a shave (and a bath!)  Lanky and gangly were just about the bill for all five of the men.  Unkempt hair, ball caps, rude sayings on their shirts, shifty eyes.
	“I think yous was a bit rude!” said the first redneck.
	“Probably needs some manners taught to her!” said another man.
	“Why don’t you just go away, leave us alone!” Sam said.
	“No one was a-talkin’ to you, boy!” and quick as a wink that man, Nick Clogheel, charged grabbing the boy hurling him to a tree.  Bonnie jumped up screaming pounding her fist to the man who easily slung the girl off.  She stumbled backwards falling over camping equipment.  She was about to scramble up getting pissed off when Mange the mangy cur came up to her growling.
	“Best you not move, girlie, Mange there will rip yer fuckin’ face off!”
	The rednecks all began to chuckle; the one who had flung Sam into the tree grabbed the slightly dazed boy throwing him close to his sister.  Then the sound of a rifle was heard cocking.
	“It’s gonna be a LOOOOONG night!”
	The rednecks, Quincey B’longpipe, Alf Woodbear, Nick Clogheel, Louis Carthorse, and Jock Spaybarr, were a group of scroungey men to be sure.  Dressed in odd assortment of clothes, military boots, ball caps, vulgar sayings on their shirts and caps, the men were the personification of redneck scum.
	“Get up, boy!” said Quincey, the leader.
	“SAM!” bitched out Sam as he not so well stood up.
	Alf Woodbear socked “SAM” in the stomach with a baseball bat sending the boy sputtering to his knees.
	“Leave him alone!” screamed Bonnie; she sat up never minding the hot snarling breath of Mange.
	Louis Carthorse stepped on her chest—planted a boot to her chest shoving her back to the ground.
	“This is how it’s gonna play out,” Quincey said squatting down getting the teen siblings’ attention, “yer gonna do what I say.” Only this—and nothing more!
	“What do you want?” Sam said still sputtering and smarting from the baseball bat attack.
	Quincey mulled it over, then grabbed a handful of Bonnie’s hair pulling her up.  Bonnie was an alright girl; at fifteen she was not a knockout, a cheerleader, or the popular girl on campus but she had decent looks and appeal.  Nice bouncy auburn hair, small lips, cantaloupe breasts.  She was a serious girl with an occasional lightheartedness, too.  Occasionally.
	“Take off them clothes!” Quincey told her once he had her in a standing position.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Bonnie.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” yelled Sam who made a charge to the redneck leader—and was promptly socked in the stomach again with the same baseball bat plus conked on the head sending him to the dirt unconscious with a slight head wound.
	“Leave him alone!” Bonnie screamed again—and she was slapped HARD in the face plus had her arms pulled back by Alf and Jock.  Quincey came up to her and she wet herself as the man’s cold hard stare was frightening.  He snarled at her then groped her breasts.  Bonnie wept losing control of her usually in-control manner.  She knew very well what was going to happen to her—and she believed at the moment that her brother was dead.
	After what the rednecks did to her—she wished she was, too.

	The man named Quincey, after roughly fondling her breasts, put his grimy fingers between her legs and seriously fingered her thru her jeans.
	“You gots a tight pussy, sweetheart?”
	“Go fuck yourself!” screamed a ranting Bonnie.
	Quincey smiled and his horrible hot stinky breath nearly melted her skin.
	His fingers worked her pussy all the more, PINCHING her pussy before undoing her jeans—or attempting to.  Although Alf and Jock held her arms back her legs were free to lash out and kick.  So she did.
	The rednecks howled as Quincey’s eyes bulged—he stumbled backwards tripping over the campfire holding his freshly kicked balls.
	“FUCKING BITCH!” he yelled.
	His buddies continued to yowl at his expense.  The injured man raced to the girl ripping her shirt off followed by her bra—then grabbed a stick from the fire placing it to one of her breast.  The girl screamed and lashed out her legs again kicking Quincey and whoever was standing too close.
	Alf and Jock still held her but it took Nick and Louis, too.  The men firstly tried to place the girl on the ground—that didn’t work; she had a hell of a lot of fight in her.  Then, with added Nick and Louis holding/pinning her legs, Quincey attempted again to get her jeans down.
	He got a swift kick to the face for his effort.
	Jock let go the girl and went to the just starting to come around Sam.  Grabbing the dazed boy’s hair and yanking his head back putting a very large and very sharp hunting knife to the boy’s throat.
	“Bitch!” he said getting her attention, “You don’t play nice, I slice his fucking throat!”
	Bonnie lost composure, and bladder.  She wept and begged for Jock to leave him alone.
	“Like he said, missy, you play nice and he breaths normal.”
	Bonnie finally calmed down.  She shook her head, clenched up, closed her eyes, and endured having her shoes, socks, pants, and panties taken off.  The men whooped and hollered; Quincey B’longpipe pushed his own pants down and stroked his Cajun schlong.
	Sam was still pretty out of it but saw enough—the redneck leader positioned himself on Bonnie and raped her.  Sam seethed with snot blowing thru his nose.  The Cajun howled as he raped the teenager, Alf unleashed his own Cajun cock placing it against the girl’s face.  Bonnie pursed her lips tight turning her head to find Alf Woodbear’s cock on her right.
	After Quincey “got his”, his companions were set to “get theirs.”
	“Yer sister was a good fuck!” Quincey breathed into Sam’s ear as he took over holding the blade to the boy’s throat.  Jock went to join in on the gangbang of the boy’s sister.  Sam cried.  It was going to be a long-long night.

	Thrown over a nearby log, Bonnie was victimized moreso with assaults to her ass.  Alf Woodbear, part American-Indian and part Mexican took his sausage to the girl’s ass, spanking her with it first before gouging her crack and then her hole.
	“You been up her hole, boy?” Quincey asked.
	Sam shook his head—finding out just how sharp the knife at his throat really was.  Pretty sharp!
	Sam was delirious as it was with the head wound but he saw at least two men sodomize his sister—then he lost consciousness again.  Good thing, he would have risked having his throat slit when he saw what happened next (to his sister.)
	What happened next came just after midnight—
	Mange the mutt got involved.
	While still pinned over the log the Australian Queensland Heeler took up position.  This of course didn’t go over well and Bonnie freaked the fuck out—royally.  The men weren’t prepared for the strength of the girl; the girl’s antics caused Mange to bit Nick but he also bit Bonnie, too.
	At length, though, Bonnie was spread eagled out on the log and tied down.  It was very uncomfortable but of course, the rednecks didn’t care.  Mange took up position and unlike professional girls and women who favor a doggie dick there was no “socks” on the doggie paws to keep said paws from scratching the sides of the torso.
	Bonnie was absolutely livid as Mange’s doggie dong dicked her.
	After the dog got his nut the girl was left to be.

	Come the new morn and Bonnie awoke to the smell of coffee.  She was still naked and still lain over the log.  She couldn’t see where her brother was.  The men were behind her laughing, talking, farting.  She lapsed back into a semi state of unconsciousness and for awhile thought that it was a bad dream she was having.	
	Then one of the men came up and began peeing on her ass.
	Bad dream was real.
	The redneck, Louis Carthorse, came up and sat down NAKED before the hapless girl spreading his gangly legs not so nicely slamming his ankles down on her pinned arms.  The he scooted more into position  wanting Bonnie to suck his dick.
	When she refused one of the other rednecks behind her spanked her.
	Bonnie wept and then gagged.
	She gagged more when the man’s musty foul tasting schlong went not so kindly into her mouth.  Laying sprawled over the log wasn’t good, either—the bark of the tree gouged her skin and then there were the numerous bugs.  The cold night air, the uncomfortableness of being tied down over the log—all was not nice.
	While she sucked Louis’ cock, Jock Spaybarr sodomized her.
	Mange the dog got another “piece” of human pussy, too.
	Nick Clogheel went into her pussy (after Mange).
	Alf took up Louis’ position for his blowjob turn.
	Quincey spanked the girl’s ass tomato red before entering her teenage pussy.
	Then she was left alone.  The status of her brother was unknown to her.
	The men hadn’t left the camp; they washed themselves, then sat around the campfire talking, drinking coffee, and farting.  Bonnie passed out—only to be awakened by Quincey peeing on ass aiming mostly for her very exposed asshole.  Then, Sam was dragged over to sit before her.  He was naked and delirious.
	“Oh my God!” Bonnie blurted seeing her brother’s head wound.  In the daylight the wound was more terrible than first thought.  “He needs medical attention!” Bonnie cried.
	None of the rednecks, though, seemed to pay any attention to her.
	“Suck his dick.” Quincey B’longpipe said.
	“FUCK YOU!” Bonnie yapped back.
	Wrong answer.  Alf Woodbear standing behind her on the other side of the log smacked her tender ass with all his might sending the fifteen year old nearly out of her skin.  And with her hands bound tied to wooden tent stakes impaled into the hard ground—she couldn’t place her hands to her burning ass to soothe it.
	Nick and Louis grabbed the boy’s legs and pulled him right up to the log placing therefore his cock right at his sister’s down angled face.  Then, Quincey squatted beside the hallucinating boy putting a hunting knife under the boy’s nut sac.
	“Suck his cock or I’ll sauté his nuggets!”
	Bonnie retched, “You fucking bastard!”
	SMACK!  Alf landed another incredibly hard smack to her already burning ass.  “Please stop!” Bonnie bawled uncontrollably.
	“Well, missy,” cooed Quincey, “all you gotta do is suck his cock!”
	Bonnie engulfed her brother’s tool and sucked it.
	It wasn’t her first time.
	Under dire duress the strawberry blond girl admitted to sucking her brother’s dick—“now and then.”  When Alf Woodbear shoved his gnarled fingers into her pussy—“What about here?”
	Bonnie slung her head, gagging and choking as her brother had “cum” in her mouth.  Delirious or no, a cock being sucked is a cock being sucked!  It was long, white, and spurting spunk.  As Bonnie gagged—her brother’s cum squirting cock went up against her face and Alf Woodbear went into her pussy!
	And on and on it went all the day long.

	And Sam also went into his sister causing the rednecks surrounding him to howl and howl.  The boy, with a head wound, was barely functioning and barely aware of what he was doing—except for fucking.  Bonnie seethed but was also broken.  She bawled and afterwards had no idea who raped and sodomized her.

*

	She awoke with a startle—her whole body jerked.  It was dark, again; the air was cold and Bonnie Jane Truedance was sick.  A fever for sure, the chills, and being tied the way she was for hours and hours wasn’t good, neither.  With all the blood in her head sounds were muffled—until that horrible-horrible sound that riveted her to the bone.
	A howl came into the bleak cold night.
	A death-like howl.
	A million bugs had bitten her, mosquitoes and gnats mostly.  And Bonnie J was unable to scratch driving her even more crazy.  Her thoughts were muddled and she couldn’t think straight or clearly.  She concentrated on music and everything she could conjure up (to put out of her mind the constant itching.)
	The “howl” came again—and it was closer.
	At first and Mange growled and acted aggressively.  Then the second howl, the closer one came bringing a more ominous presence—along with a stench that would offend BO plenty.  The stench of death.  Mange the dog suddenly went to cowering and yelping with tail tucked between his legs.  Then he darted and ran off into the darkness—never to be seen again.
	Bonnie wrenched herself with pure fright filling her—consuming her.  One of the reasons she and her brother had come to the remote rugged area of the Hammernail Mountains was to seek out the Legend of Little River where the miner’s of 1914 “disappeared” without a trace—save for the one who babbled on and on about a BIG creature with an enormous schlong.
	As the legend grew and there were other sightings the creature with the enormous schlong came to be known as Monkey Man and later was more aptly dubbed Big Dickfoot.
	The next howl put Bonnie into panic mode—the howl seemed to be closer than ever—like maybe right in camp!  Bonnie was facing (the ground) and lain over a log, arms and legs splayed out and naked.  Not a good position to be in; she couldn’t see anything happening behind her.  But she heard much—a commotion, a shotgun blast, a rifle crack, and shit being strewn and thrown.  The voices of the rednecks were heard screaming, bones (seemed like) were being broken.  Bonnie had no idea what was going on and fretted for her brother, too.

	After what seemed an eternity in time the “commotion” stopped.
	There was a huffing noise—similar to that of an old steam locomotive.
	Bonnie clenched herself to the log—something was moving around behind her—something gloomy, portentous, and menacing.  For several minutes there was the sounds that Bonnie could only assume was some “creature” thrashing about the campsite.  Then the campfire went out and darkness settled to make the situation even more gloomy, portentous, and menacing.
	Then silence.
	Not even gnats and mosquitoes were about.
	A dead silence filled the air and sheer exhaustion put Bonnie Jane to sleep.

	Sometime later and once more Bonnie awoke with a sudden body jerking startle.  “What the fuck!” she said.  A horrible taste was in her mouth, her body was ravaged (in more ways than one); she was cold, uncontrollable shivering and her bowels were moving making the circumstances surrounding her predicament all the more embarrassing.
	Then a stench filled the air—a horrible-horrible stench.  At first she thought it was from her bowel movement—but the stench was more disgusting and revolting than that.  Bonnie had never smelled anything so sickening; slowly (and then quickly) she began to become nauseous.
	Suddenly and there was her brother; bleeding from the side of his head and babbling with a slurred speech.  He had twitching and his eyes went everywhere.  He came with a knife.  Bonnie tightened and froze—her brother wasn’t right in the head—the head wound (from the baseball bat upside his head) had damaged him.  But he managed to cut the skin ripping ropes binding Bonnie’s hands.
	She flung herself up—then vomited and fell back down over the log.  She had raced up too fast and already fraught with numerous body problems her mind couldn’t cope and she became sick.  Sam remained sitting, twitching, babbling.  Bonnie heaved and heaved until she finally managed to get a grip of herself and once more pushed herself up.  It was awkward but she managed to cut free her ankle bindings and there she was—free.
	The redneck campground was a disaster.  A horrible stench permeated the air; Bonnie’s needs were for clothing, a blanket, something to wash her mouth out, and something to wipe with.  Mosquitoes had had a field day on naked body; she was sick, shivering, and deeply worried for her possibly brain damaged brother.
	There was so much damage, so much destruction; the lingering smells, her body wrecked and ravaged, her brother—too much going on for the teenager’s mind.  She got sick again.  Afterwards, she grabbed a nearby green wool blanket and wrapped herself up shivering—shivering—shivering.

	Then, over by the extinguished campfire she saw something.
	Dawn was coming on; the air even more colder than it was during the long night.  Bonnie cocked her head as the curiosity suddenly came to light—it was an arm!  An arm!
	She couldn’t breathe.
	Her stomach was already churning and in knots and this didn’t help.
	An arm here, an arm there; it was a strange-strange sight of which confounded Bonnie to no end.  She stared and stared temporarily putting away her needs.  Then,
	“Big!” blurted out Sam.  His thick mop of dirt blond hair was messed up embedded with twigs, pine needles, and blood.
	“Big?” Bonnie quizzed for clarity.
	“Big dick!” Sam spurted.  His eyes were not clear and it was a struggle to get his thoughts together.
	“Big—dick?”
	“Dickfoot!” Sam exploded the combined word, “Big Dickfoot!” the mysterious semi legendary Crestcreek Canyon/Little River sasquatch.
	Bonnie breathed hard—Big Dickfoot!  Right here!  And she had missed it!
	Still shivering, Bonnie stoked the dead campfire and got another one going.
	Then she stepped on an eyeball.
	As the sun rose above the treetops there were body parts strewn all about the campsite.  Redneck body parts.  The stench was near overpowering.  Bonnie wanted to clean up, get warmed up—get the fuck out.  Her brother needed serious medical attention.
	While getting warmed up she flicked away a too close body part.  She loathed the men who had raped and sodomized her; forced her to have with Mange and her own brother!
	Well, sex with her brother wasn’t so bad—but there were complications with him and it was forced.  She still, though, couldn’t wrap her head around what had happened.  Had Big Dickfoot seen her?  Had he seen Sam?  Was he even real?  WHAT was he?  A man, a really hairy man, an ape-man?
	Whatever he was—he was strong.  Arms, legs, fingers, eyes—all strewn about the campsite.   But—no whole parts.
	And not enough parts to make up any one whole body.
	What had happened to them?  Bonnie didn’t probably want to know.
	She still shivered and it took a little while even with the sun up to get warm.  She dreaded the trek back to that little redneck town—it was a long walk and she wasn’t sure that there was even a phone there!  Could she trust the rednecks there?
	Sam, though, wasn’t quite up to the task of trekking back to Rockton.
	No way—no how.
*

	The stink of death and destruction was too much to bear; a lower jaw hear, an ear there—Bonnie wasn’t leaving her possibly brain damaged brother in such a mess.  He walked ok—sorta/kinda but babbled incoherently; he stumbled and Bonnie didn’t like his rolling askew eyes.  He had always been such a loving brother, strong, athletic—and to see him much less than he was was a little disheartening.
	Finding her pants she put them on; no sign of her panties, though.  Her shirt had been ripped off of her but finding her backpack remains there was clothing not ruined.  Sam’s backpack was also found and Bonnie was able to dress her brother, address his head wound before striking out for Rockton.

	The horror of being raped multiple times by the rednecks AND their damn dog was more than disgusting.  Bonnie Jane was repulsed greatly by the foul deed; having to engage in sex acts with her brother in their presence, too, was revolting and sickening.  So in some respect—the bastard deserved what they got!  Bonnie, though, would have likened to see the men hung, the leader of the rednecks anyways.  The rest, thrown in a dark-dark prison hole where the guards would have to pipe sunshine to them.
	An arm here, part of a leg there, a hand, an ear, body parts were strewn about all over the forest landscape—and a very heart pounding boding evil feeling swam over her.  The tiny hairs on the back of her neck tingled and as she and her brother entered a particular stand of pines she stopped dead in her tracks—
	The head of the redneck, Louis Carthorse, was impaled on a low tree limb snag.  Blood coated a nearby boulder, more parts of redneck bodies were everywhere—along with the remains of Mange the mutt dog.
	A sickening feeling consumed Bonnie.  She was more than sickened, more than repulsed.  Frightened came to be—although it was midday it was as if it were midnight.  Creepy is as creepy does.  Dead silence was in the forest; no birds singing, no birds tapping the trees, no squirrels, nothing.  Dead silence.  Dead.
	Turning around and there was Quincey B’longpipe—missing his right arm, left eye, and right ear.  He looked haggard and way fucked up.  He babbled something and tried to take a swing at Bonnie with his remaining arm—he was naked, too.
	Bonnie screamed blood curdling screams; grabbing her brother she backed up—then froze in her tracks as a HUGE hairy stinky creature loomed up behind the redneck.  The man whirled around and the HUGE hairy stinky creature grabbed him by the neck.  The man didn’t have any fight in him but he flailed a little bit.

 	The monster (the huge hairy stinky one) lifted the man up off the ground and shook him like a rag.  The naked Quincey was already soaked in blood and more spurted from his severed arm.  He went a little limp but was still breathing.  The huge hairy stinky creature then put the man down—but still had a hold of his neck and looked dead on to Bonnie.  Their eyes locked and Bonnie pissed her pants.
	The creature, huge, hairy, and stinky, stood about seven and a half feet tall, long ratty brown fur, an odd shaped head, monkey-like features but not ape-like.  Dark brown eyes, thick lips, flared nostrils.  Quincey B’longpipe twitched in the clutches of the creatures—then went a little limp.
	The creature made some sort of guttural sound—deep and foreboding.
	Bonnie pissed herself some more.  The creature was more than simple frightening.  Much more.  He cocked his head, flared his nostrils, made another deep fearsome sound that was upsetting and fear-provoking, then turned to his left going off into the thick woods—taking the redneck with him.
	A small trail thru the waist high grass was made—Bonnie stood watching as the grass slowly came back obscuring said trail the creature had made.  Her heart was still pounding near out of her chest.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she blurted.
	“Big Dickfoot!” Sam exclaimed.
	“Let’s get the fuck out of here!”
	In her confusion—brought on by sheer fright, making for Horknose River and the trail up to Devil’s Lip Gauge was missed.  Pure unadulterated fright propelled her thru the woods—the image of the creature, Big Dickfoot, permanently etched into her mind.  Years of therapy wouldn’t do to erase that picture of the creature.
	Coming out of the woods to a rocky bank of a river and Bonnie stood a little perplexed.  There was no trail up to Devil’s Lip, a narrow trail that went into the redneck town, Rockton.  She was lost—disorientated, and still very frightened.  The Legend of Crestcreek Canyon was true!  She had to let the public know—but first, she had to get to the public!
	That meant back into the forest and back to where she had encountered Big Dickfoot.  Not something she was looking forward to.  Her brother seemed to be getting worse; he lagged behind more and more.  The dressing she had applied to his wound was soaked with blood.  She herself didn’t like traipsing about the woods in pissed in pants—good thing she had tight bowels!
	Just before sunset and they re-arrived at the spot where they had encountered the huge hairy stinky creature.  And a howl like no other filled the air.  Bonnie’s bladder was already empty or she would have pissed herself some more.  She had left her backpack (and other clothes) at their campsite—wanting to travel light and move fast without burden.
	Darkness was quickly coming on—spending the night in the midst of death was not something Bonnie wanted to do.  There was creepy and then there was creepy (and being creeped out!)  But it was a long trek back to the campsite.  She was confused and frightened—mostly frightened.
	The howl came again.
	Dead silence consumed the night and not wanting to get any more lost than they were—Bonnie and her brother hunkered down for the night in the hollow of a large tree.  That was until something came creeping up—moaning.
	It was still light enough to see that it was the redneck Alf Woodbear crawling thru the grass—he was naked (as had been all the rednecks) and missing some body parts; his lower jaw, ears, an eye, private parts, lower leg, and whole right arm.  He looked totally fucked up.  Totally.
	Part of Bonnie was sorry for his mishap.
	But Alf Woodbear had also been the one who had shoved his fingers into her asshole.  Along with his cock, helped force her brain injured brother to fuck her, spanked her HARD, and shoved a burning stick into her hole, too.
	Bonnie threw up.
	The smell of dead body parts and then the redneck crawling up minus body parts was too much.  She grabbed her brother before the crawling man could get too close and just ran.
	A blind run thru the forest just to “get away.”
	Minutes later and as darkness seriously came upon the land Bonnie and her brother who could be a stand-in on any set feature zombies came upon another horrible scene—more body parts.  But more than that, bones; there were carcasses and bones—some of animals but not all.
	Then, there was Quincey B’longpipe lain over a log being victimized by Big Dickfoot.  The huge hairy stinky creatures was “putting it to” the horrible redneck; the man was still alive but now both his arms were ripped off, his ears, too.  The scene was similar to that of which Bonnie was familiar with.  The creature pulled out and beat the man’s ass with his HUGE big dick that was more than a foot long!
	When the creature saw Bonnie he howled, beat his chest, then beat on Quincey’s backside snapping it finally.  The man gave some sort of audible sound that Bonnie thought sounded like a sigh.  The creature turned towards Bonnie and this time—her bowels let go.