August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 41
Steady Stream of Unconsciousness

The Massive
	Bleep!  Mleep! and Shit!
	The steady hum of the Omortlurb was soothing to the Second-to-the-Third Deck Officer, Dlurb.  The Omortlurb lazily orbited the small blue planet.  Dlurb stretched, farted, made musings if he could aim his stench into the air circulating ducts, specifically where the hapless humans were housed in the cargo bays.
	‘Let ‘em—mleep!—choke!’ he chuckled.  He was bored; nothing—NOTHING was going on while orbiting.  The transfer of humans to and from the Omortlurb went on without hitches; the hunt for “missing” crewmembers went on without any success.  Those were security issues, Dlurb’s duties were the running of the Omortlurb, keeping it in synchronous orbit, all systems Green and in Normal Operating Conditions.  Typical duty; typical boring.
	Then,
	A loud siren erupted jolting Dlurp from his station.  The giant green slug-alien scrambled to see what had caused the alarm—and was alarmed himself.  On a screen—on ALL screens was a blinking message:  MK-URLUP
	“Not—gleep!—possible!” Dlurp blinked his eyes, the three long stalks atop his massive green slimy head wavered in their confusion and startlement.
	“N—mleep!—not possible!” the slug-aliens imperfect speech glitch got worse.  MK-URLUP—the Massive!
	From an entry door into the large control room burst First-to-the-Third Deck Officer followed by the Third Deck Officer himself.  The Officers slithered their slimy way to the primary control panel.  Like their inferior subordinate they were stunned.
	“Not possible!” exclaimed the Third Deck Officer.
	Then, thru the main doors came Senior Deck Officer demanding an explanation—“Who farted!”
	The release of the stench from Dlurp had not gone as planned, not to the cargo bays where the hideous but necessary humans were housed.  Instead, Dlurp’s stench had gone to the Officer’s Lounge.  Ooops!
	All the alien-slugs, though, silenced themselves as they stared at the main viewing screen noting the mighty impressive presence of The Massive.  A huge-huge gigantic spaceship no smaller than the Earth’s moon itself.
	It was the one thing in all the Known Universes the Glarthonks feared.
Venger’s vengeance venging!
	I dub thee Top Scumbag of the Universe!
	There are scumbags and then there are dirtbags.  Venger and his minions were a little of both.  Maniacal, diabolical, evil.  For their latest caper it was a top busy body nosey lawyer who often made national headlines taking up one cause or another for people wronged by a corporation, a notable person, of color, and in most cases someone using an EMAD to get his way.  (most cases the user of an EMAD was a lowlife scum-sucking scumbag man.)
	Lori Galisred, fifty-ish, awoke with a mother of a headache.  Her stomach ached and she felt the serious need to go to the bathroom.  Her senses were dislodged, a horrible ringing there was in her ears and her vision wasn’t quite clear.  Systemic of one of those scum-sucking scumbag men using an EMAD.  But it was her and not the User.	
	The User sat before her, though; waiting.
	The door to the converted recreational vehicle was open; the sliding door on the side.  Outside the air was cool; strong scents of wild mint and catnip filled the air; so did whiffs of cow shit.  A trillion stars plus one filled the clear sky, and there was not one moon in the skies that night—but two!  The second moon was hardly noticeable as it was not “illuminated” by the sun.  But it was there.
	Back to the RV.
	Lori slowly began to come around.  She felt sick; she felt like she was at the deep end of the pool at the bottom at the drain.  As he senses slowly came to her she was dislodged again as she could not make sense of what the fuck was going on.
	“What the fuck is going on?” she said.
	“Play time.” snickered in a sneer Venger.
	“Who the hell are you?” demanded the lawyer/activist.
	“A nightmare.” replied Venger.
	Lori didn’t much care for the man’s response.  Details of the man she couldn’t determine—there was no light save for the natural light.  It was then Lori realized that she was tied up, her arms were up above her head with her hands secured firmly.  Wiggling around she found her legs were free but did little to help her free herself.  Her fifty three year old heart began to beat hard.
	This was indeed a nightmare.  And it was only beginning.
	As Lori continued to struggle she realized to her mounting horror that she was naked.
	“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed.  She shook her head ‘this isn’t happening!’
	She struggled, wriggled, and found there was no way out of her situation.
	There were many-many things she wanted to say but the words were all jammed up.  She knew her situation was dire.  Very.
	The man came close to her.  As he did so she lashed out but he caught her at the ankles.  His hands were tight to her pinning her despite her attempts to thwart him.  All she could do was flail her knees.
	The man held her feet down to the point whereas the pressure of his grip was becoming painful.
	“Let—me—go!” she demanded.
	“No.”
	“Do you know who I am!?” she almost screeched.
	“Yes, yes I do,” said the man in a low mono voice, “you are Lori Galisred, lawyer, activist, pain in the ass bitch.”	
	Lori knew she was not well liked to some people.  The man before her was one of them.
	The realization that she was naked—already naked—began to dawn on her.
	She was tussed up, naked, and deep shit.
	“W-what are you going to do?” she said in a hoarse and desperate whisper.
	“To me?” she added.
	Venger smiled, his cold-steel eyes shined!  Cocking his head he sort of smiled.  Then, with a sigh, “Well,” he said, “since you asked, I’m going to fuck your brains out, bang your asshole, piss on you, shave your head, shave your cunt, give you a good old fashioned spanking, then fuck you some more!” since you asked.
	“Jesus Christ!” she blurted finding suddenly hard to breath.
	“He has nothing to do with it.” Venger said flatly.
	Lori went over all the things he said—shave her head!?  Shave her pussy!?
	Spanking?  Piss on her?
	She couldn’t breathe.  She couldn’t think.  This was a nightmare.  A nightmare!  She last remembered being at a downtown rally bitching about the lack of government help in creating anti-EMADs.
	The man moved up between her legs.  Lori struggled trying to fend off the man; she tried kicking but was suddenly zapped by a stun gun.  It did more than “stun.”  Every fiber of her being was electrocuted.  When she had come to her sort of senses she was in fact having her brains fucked out.  The man had her down on her back, her arms stretched to the max above her head, her legs spread outward (with her knees fashioned with a leather strap holding them out and out of the way.)
	Venger entered the woman’s aged pussy.  It hadn’t had a good dicking in a long-long while.  He preferred younger pussy; teenage pussy, young adult, and younger!  Adult pussy was a “now-and-then” kind of happenstance.  His cold steel eyes (that shined!) locked with the woman’s cold aged hazel eyes.
	It had begun.
	“You’ve never had it like THAT before, have you!?” sneered the man.
	Lori refused to answer.  The man was insane.  There were still tingling effects from the stun gun.  She did manage to mutter,
	“Fuck you!”
	Venger smiled; he moved up (after pulling out of the woman’s aged cunt) and moved up her body resting himself on her 38Cs.  There he commenced to squirting globs of jiz onto her face.
	Lori slung her face being totally disgusted at the foulness of the man’s cum.
	The man then moved back down, grabbed her ankles and pushed them back.
	Lori began to thrash herself about knowing that her dire situation was going to get even more so.  It was.  Her knees were still strapped with the leather strap keeping her legs outward.  There was extreme discomfort with her legs pinned back; then her ankles were shackled with a leather strap to a wall.
	The horrid man then jammed “something” into her asshole.
	“OH MY GOD!” blurted Lori.  “NOOOOOO!”
	Venger chuckled then began sodomizing the woman’s virgin shitter with a screwdriver handle.  A lubricated cock dildo was inserted nextly followed by the man’s own cock.  Lori could do nothing but endure.
	‘I’ll see you fucking hang,’ thought strongly the lawyer, “by your fucking balls!” she shouted.
	Venger merely smiled and pumped all the faster.

	Turning her head to one side (after the ass assault) she thought she saw someone else in the darkened shadows.  The man who had just fucked her asshole raw had pulled away exiting the “room.”  Lori could see barely there was a large open door.  She realized it was a sliding door of a van.  Outside there wasn’t much to glean information; a quazi blue sky, some trees—pines and cedars, and a lodge pole fence.  She smelled wild mint, roses, cow/horse shit.
	The man returned blocking the view.
	He said nothing—but did much.  Like shave her cunt.
	Some shave cream was applied then a razor dipped in a bucket of hot water shaved her cunny.  Once all the pubes were gone, the man horridly fingered her pussy then shoved the cock dildo into her fucking her until she couldn’t help but achieve an orgasm.
	It HAD been awhile since she had had some dick.  Longer still since she had had an orgasm.  She melted.  She was still incensed, highly pissed off, and still wanted to see the man hung by his balls.  That sentiment was ten-fold when—
	After shaving her pussy the man anointed her pussy with a dousing of olive oil.  Then someone outside the vehicle handed him a branding iron—similarly used to brand cattle.
	Lori’s eyes bulged but before she could scream—
	The brand that was red/yellow hot seared her skin.  No discernible indication of a particular brand “name” moniker, but experts would say it resembled a pitchfork with a hard-on.
	Lori lost her mind—then consciousness.
	Venger urinated onto the woman’s branded pussy, then showered her body with a generous portion of whiz on her face.  The stench of burnt skin wasn’t so bad—thanks be to the dousing of olive oil.  But there still was skin burnt stench.
	“Do you want a turn?” Venger asked of someone in the darkness.
	The person of whom he spoke cried shaking her head, “No, please, I’ll—I’ll do anything.  Anything!  Anything you want!  Please, please don’t brand me!”

I’d be appalled if I weren’t so disgusted
	Alyssa Monkeyaround, the thirty-two year old television reporter gasped loudly as the horrid-horrid man raped her.  But she in no way wanted to be branded.  It had been several-several minutes since Lori had been branded—and she hadn’t awakened yet.
	Unrestrained, Alyssa lay on her back receiving the disgusting man’s penis.
	There were other men outside the vehicle; she knew anything she did or tried to did would result in her being punished—branded.  She had been restrained with duct tape; also, threats of severe punishment kept her in line.  When the man had gotten his rocks off he doused her cunny with his cum then splashed more onto her breasts and then her face.
	“Suck it.” he said to her calmly.
	Alyssa sucked her boyfriend/fiancé but this was the cock of a dastardly bastard of a man—not to mention it was just been fucking her pussy.  She sucked it, though, it was awful.  The cock was steaming!  It reeked of cum and her pussy essence.  She hoped beyond hopes that she would survive this.
	In the back of her mind, though, she thought she probably wouldn’t.
	Like with Lori, Alyssa’s pussy was shaven—but not branded.  The horrid-horrid man sodomized her, then turned her over dragging her part out of the vehicle.  She determined that it was not a van but a small Class C recreational vehicle.  It had been modified whereas most of the things inside a recreational vehicle had been replaced with carpeting, seating, handheld straps, and essentials for basic camping.
	SWAT!  A swift swat came to Alyssa’s bare ass.  It jolted her causing her to lose herself temporarily.  Then another SWAT! came followed by two more making her twist oddly and clench herself all over.
	Then, from the forward area of the RV came a boy.  He was naked, dark haired, boyish, and about twelve years young.
	He sat down before Alyssa, legs open, boyhood right in her face.
	“Suck him.” came the horrid man’s command.
	“Oh my God!” Alyssa couldn’t wrap her head around what the man had said.  The boy was a good looking strapping lad, he had no expression but a slight quirky smile.  Blue eyes, smooth white skin, and a bit of a langing hard-on.
	Another swat motivated Alyssa and she took the boy’s dick into her mouth.
	Once the sucking commenced—so did the fucking.  Butt fucking.
	Alyssa’s cheeks were spread and the man’s cock entered her.
	On the verge of breaking down and Alyssa didn’t know how much more she could take.  But, she would take whatever the man wanted her to do—all for the sake of not being branded.  That was a pain she did not want to experience.
	When the boy in her mouth came—so did the man in her asshole.
	The boy then laid down pulling his legs back.
	“Lick his hole.”
	Alyssa felt sickened.  This was getting to be too much.
	“Do as I say!” bellowed the man harshly—and he swatted the woman’s ass as hard as he could.  Alyssa’s ass already still stinging from prior abuse broke down crying.  The man grabbed holt of her pretty long golden brown hair,
	“Lick his hole,” he sneered into her ear, “or this!” and he produced a small portable stun gun.  Pressing the button and the prongs fired up an electrical arc jolting Alyssa’s heart to almost stopping.
	“You defy me and I’ll press this against his balls!”
	“Jesus!” breathed Alyssa.  The man was insane.  Insane!

	Thankfully and the boy’s asshole was “clean.”  Alyssa licked it, suckled his fuzzy ball sac, re-licked his hole, then was re-sodomized.  But not by the horrid-horrid man.  One of the man’s cohorts entered her, firstly her pussy then finishing off in her asshole.
	The boy she had serviced scooted out of the way—and a girl also about twelve came to take his place.  She was also naked—and by her dark eyes she was way frightened.  Way.
	“Lick her.”
	Alyssa’s felt sickened all over again.  This wasn’t happening!
	Upon hearing the stun gun’s electrical arc arcing she put her mouth to the young girl’s pussy and licked her.  She determined that when the man behind her got HIS rocks off ANOTHER man did same.  Alyssa wept into the girl’s cunny.
	When after the second, or third man, had finished she was turned over, legs spread wide; right and left ankles secured by those hand straps to aid a person entering the vehicle.  Thru her tears she saw one—two—three—four—FIVE men.  One (or all) peed on her.  A hard steady stream of piss showered her pussy.
	Then it was the boy moving onto her face scooting down and entering her.
	He was swatted while he fucked her.  The two locked eyes trying to find comfort in their turmoil.  When the boy got his own rocks off he lay on Alyssa heaving.  She could feel his heart beating.  Then the boy was grunting and moving like he was still fucking her—but it was HE who was being fucked!  One of the scumbag men was sodomizing him.

	Dr. Megan Wangwang was having none of the business that had happened to the other two.  She was a doctor working as a civilian for a veteran’s hospital.  She was thin—super thin, of Chinese heritage, and not yet thirty years old.  No duct tape to her, though, she had been handcuffed!  Fur lined handcuffs secured her hands and ankles.  She was already naked and knew fully well that the scumbag men had probably used something like a mind controlling device to secure her.
	Probably.
	The lawyer/activist, Lori Galisred, was taken out of the vehicle.  Was she dead?  Alyssa didn’t know—she hoped not.  But then again, considering what she had been thru she probably wished that she were.  Alyssa wasn’t too far behind in that thinking.  Raped, sodomized, forced to suck a pre-teenager’s dick, lick the pussy of another pre-teen; spanked, peed on!  And privy to watching the horrid-horrid man brand Ms. Galisred.
	The Chinese gal was tussed up like Lori Galisred had been; she had been calm and accommodating—until her ankles were free then she lashed out kicking, screaming, kicking.  But with her wrists cuffed behind her her abilities to be disruptive failed.  The men, five of them, roughly wrenched her legs upward and the main horrid scumbag of a man “touched” the prongs of the stun gun to her ass.
	She freaked the fuck out.
	While she convulsed her wrists were uncuffed and she was strapped to the wall of the vehicle with her knees and ankles also restrained.  Afterwards and the main horrid man shaved her cunny, then shaved her head, too!  Then, while the horrid man raped the woman, another horrid man shoved his gangly fuckstick inot Alyssa’s mouth.
	The man blasted a hot load of spunk into her mouth coating her tonsils making her gag, retch, and very nearly spew chunks.  When the man pulled out he humped her face making her suck his balls.
	When Dr. Wangwang came around she was not happy and thrashed about making her wrists and ankles raw to the point of bleeding.  Her legs were pinned backwards and she was spanked until she screamed “STOP IT!” multiple times.  The woman’s lily white ass was tomato red and nearly bleeding.
	Her pussy was then anointed with olive oil…

The horror—the horror
	The story of Robert Chikken—the fellow who spied on the alien-slugs butt fucking the human?  We’ll be back to him shortly along with his daughter and her friend.  Not done with them just yet.
	“Soooooo, what’ll we do with her?”
	“Boss said get rid of her, someplace where she wont be found easily.”
	Onion looked around, “Lots of mines around here.”
	“Any close by?” Chuckles asked.
	“Yeah, yeah I know one.”
	“Easy to get to?”
	“No, no, not really.”
	“Fuck.”
	“Why don’t we just dump her out there?”
	“Boss said “where she wont be found—easily.”  Right out there is too easy.”
	The two minions, though, thought it over—then began dragging the lifeless body of the lawyer/activist, Lori Galisred.
	“Damn, this bitch is heavy!”
	“Yeah, yeah, I think the Boss wanted her to be alive.  He marked her an’ all.”  The woman was dragged thru the meadow by the two minions serving Venger.  When out far enough,
	“Eh, maybe you’re right,” Chuckles scoffed, “we fuck this up and WE’LL be the ones being branded!”
	The two men continued dragging the lifeless Lori hoping to find a more suitable location.  Drag-drag-drag  At the end of the meadow, or one side of the meadow if you will the two minions found a large granite rock formation having smaller granite rocks somewhat encircling with a pair of pine trees wedge among them.  The curious thing, though, was—the hole.
	On one side of the rock formation there was a bit of a cave; actually it was a hole carved into the ground beneath the large granite rock that jutted upwards out of the ground at an angle resembling sort of kind of a sperm whale.  No really, it did.  I saw it.
	Anyways, the hole/cave whatever went in under the rock a few feet; inside were intricate carvings of the Indian kind; paintings on the rock.  There was a firepit but it had long since been extinguished.  No one had been there in a long-long time.  Long time.
	It was the perfect place to stow a body.
	But first!
	“Shame to waste such a thing.” Chuckles said scoffingly.
	“Whattya mean?” Onion asked.

	“Oh, I dunno,” said Chuckles shrugging, “I think she deserves another go.”
	Onion stared at his brown eyed friend, “DUDE!” he said in shock, “The Boss is right about you, yer fuckin’ sick in the head!” but he smiled, looked around, and undone his pants…

*

Minions day out
	Myrus the Virus
	Early on in his years, grade school, elementary, junior high, and Myrus had difficulties with his peers.  Or anyone else for that matter.  His father was Scottish, as were his grandparents (on his father’s side.)  His mother was Australian, as were his grandparents (on his mother’s side.)  A suitable name from both cultures was “Myrus.”  It is a name also from the Latin meaning wonderful, extraordinary, etc.
	When in the 4rth grade a fellow student dubbed him “Myus the Virus.” and the moniker stuck.  He became a bit of a bruiser, not a bully, but sought out bullies to put them in their place—usually the hospital.  He became “muscle” for Venger; this after Myus waylaid a man during a botched hold-up at a convenience store.  Venger was making a purchase and at the counter while Myrus was in the back of the store.  In walks a masked hoodlum who threatened the clerk and Venger.  When the clerk freaked and dropped the cash box from the register, the hoodlum shot the young man dead.  The hoodlum then went into panic mode and was going to gun down Venger—who didn’t care one way or the other.  Death would just be another adventure.
	Venger made no eye contact to Myrus who had snuck up behind the man baring a case of beer.  The hoodlum babbled and was screaming incoherently demanding Venger’s wallet.
	“Duck, you.” said Venger quietly.
	“WHAT?” screamed the man, “What the fuck did you just fucking say to me?  FUCK YOU?” he needed clarity.
	“No,” said Venger calmly, “I said “DUCK, you.” then he made eye contact with Myus.
	The hoodlum turned his head—just in time to see the tall Myrus swing the 12-pack upside his head.  The hoodlum dropped to the floor knocked out cold.  The store surveillance system caught it all.  The store’s owner offered a reward of which Venger declined having the reward go to, instead, charity.  “They need it more than I.”
	Myrus threw in with Venger who offered him greater rewards.

A day at the park
	One day at the park and ten year old Natalya (as a girl’s name is of Latin origin meaning is “birthday”.  Also a Russian name from Natalia which derives from Latin natälis meaning birthday especially Christ’s birthday (see also Noel).  Natalia is the name of a fourth-century Christian saint) was playing with her friends, Kathleen and Angelica when she had to use the restroom.
	Most park public restrooms were notorious for being “unclean” and unsanitary.  This one was a bit better but the graffiti was still an issue.  On the walls of the stalls were depictions, albeit crude descriptions, but descriptive enough to fulfil the imagination of whomever took a squat on the pot.
	Usually and Natalya paid the drawings no mind.  Some were good—too good.  Some were crude and downright rude.  She knew most the words (but not their origin or meaning of intent.)  This visit, while squatting on the pot, she noticed a picture—one of those instant photographs on the toilet paper housing.
	It was the picture of a boy—a naked boy!  He was about her age, ten.  And naked!  The boy was standing nakedly in a bedroom, his bedroom presumably; a bed behind him and a dresser to his left and a nightstand to his right.  That was all that could be seen; the room was mostly dark.
	Oh, and the boy had a boner, too.
	Natalya had not seen the boy before; he had super curly blond hair, dirty blond and was lily white.  Her eyes were focused on the boy’s boner.  She had seen wee little lads but the concept of what a boy HER age looked like (or even beyond) escaped her.
	After her pee and farting and wiping she put the photo back on the toilet paper housing and left the restroom.  She returned to her friends and soon forgot all about the naked boy (with a boner!)
	Not the next day but the one thereafter and she was back.
	And after a time of playing with plastic throwing discs, drinking water, soda, and munching on popcorn she had to go.  This time and her friend Kathleen joined her.  In the same stall as the day before and there was another instant photo.  This time, the boy was older.  About twelve, tallow head, taller, and sporting a larger boner.  Natalya’s breath was taken.
	There was a notation on the white portion of the photo:
	Would you like to see more?  If so, circle the YES or NO option.
	A marker pen was on the toilet paper housing.
	Natalya heard the toilet in the adjacent stall flush.  She herself had finished her business.  Hurriedly she circled YES.  Then wiped herself and exited the stall.  The girls washed their hands and left the restroom—Natalya looked back over her shoulder.

The very next day…
	Curiosity (killed the cat!) being what it was (satisfaction brought it back!) Natalya returned to the park, alone.  It was one of those non-sunny days; the city bustled all around the park, the skies above were gloomy.  Natalya parked herself on a picnic table in view of the restroom.  There were few peoples visiting the park, it was Wednesday so the museums in the area were free.
	She waited.
	She debated.
	She had had one soda, plus orange juice at home, a water at school, and a fresh soda in her hands.  The more she waited the more the urgency to make her bladder gladder increased.  She had to go.
	What would be on the toilet paper housing today?
	Natalya was a nice enough girl; flat chested, nice butt.  She was a curious girl, too—always asking questions making her the “why” girl of her class.  A sweet girl with long dark hair, flat chested, nice butt.
	Not wanting to wet her pants she motivated herself to the restroom.
	Inside the stall she used frequently was a small envelope containing several pictures.  Pictures of young boys, all naked.  One picture was of a boy approximately twelve or so, laying out on a bed, masturbating.  Natalya didn’t know what “masturbating” was but associated his doing with “playing” with himself—a colloquial term she had heard. 
	Another picture was of a boy just standing, showing his backside and ass.
	Another picture had a boy—and another boy—standing facing one another “playing” with themselves.  One boy had super curly red hair, was taller than the other, very slender/skinny, and seemingly had a bigger dick than the other.  The “other” boy had thick blond hair covering his ears.
	The next picture had a girl—also naked.  She was about ten, maybe nine.  And an expert eye could tell it was the same bedroom as all the previous pictures.  The bedding on the bed was blue with sports related items all over it; a baseball mitt was on the floor along with a face mask and a regulation ball in the mitt.
	The final picture was for shock value—
	The girl from the previous picture was ON HER KNEES sucking the dick of the tall red haired fellow while the blond haired fellow was pressed up behind her.
	Natalya couldn’t breathe.  Her mouth hung open and for a moment her vision blurred.  Her mind shut off and could no longer concentrate.  Then, a voice spoke unto her—
	‘these kids—all made money.’
	Natalya clenched her butt(hole).
	“T-they made money?” she said aloud.
	‘yes, to pose naked they made one hundred dollars.’
	Natalya blinked her eyes.  She still, though, couldn’t grasp any thoughts.
	‘would YOU like to make a hundred dollars?’ then, ‘cash.’
	The girl, with pants and panties at her knees, slowly shook her head, No.
	‘hmmm, TWO hundred dollars?’ pause ‘cash.’
	Natalya licked her lips and seemed to be thinking it over.  But again, she shook her pretty head in the negative.
	‘alright, last chance to make yourself some worthy money, FIVE HUNDRED dollars!’ and a packet of yellow was at her feet.  Putting the pictures back on the toilet paper housing she picked up the yellow packet.  Inside was cash, cold hard cash.
	“Whoa.” she said under her breath.
	‘it’s all YOURS,’ said the voice, ‘all you have to do is step out of the stall.’
	Natalya began to breath hard, the “cash” was all in small denominations; fives, tens, some singles, and twenties.  Cold hard cash.
	Shaking her head, though, “I-I don’t think I can.” She was beginning to get emotional.  Pursing her lips she threw the money packet down, stood up—without wiping herself it was noted—pulled up her clothes and fled the restroom.
	‘hmmm, she’ll be back.’

*

Boys in the park
	The weekend came—and the girl of intent didn’t.
	No matter, some boys did.
	Lots of folk in the park that day, Saturday.  A particular young lad got Myrus’ attention—especially after the youngster was observed eyeing some young girls who were tumbling, flipping up in the air, twisting, cartwheeling, revealing their undwear.  The girls, 4rth graders, were clad in cheerleader outfits and also had Myrus’ attention, too.
	It was noticed that the boy, Nathan, made way to the restroom at the far end of the park away from the girls and virtually everyone else.  He was in there quite a long time.
	“Think he went to take a shit?” asked his pal and fellow cohort, Rocky.
	Myrus chuckled but didn’t answer.
	Some older girls also clad in cheerleader outfits made their appearance but did mostly their routine without revealing themselves.
	“What’s your agenda today?” Myrus asked.
	“Running some errands for the Boss,” he answered, “you?”
	“Photography.”
	Only this—and nothing more!
	Rocky went on to do the errands; Mryus the Virus slowly eased his way to the restroom—just as the Target emerged.  He seemed refreshed.  ‘probably took a shit.’  The boy scampered by Myrus without acknowledging him.  Myrus watched the boy return to his friends; they all watched the older girls.  It was a nice day.
	The following day, Sunday, and the boy was back.  After a time of playing, running amok, tagging, and heavy drinking (non-alcoholic beverages) the lad made his way to the bathroom.  Some park bathrooms had long community urinals, others had the single.  Some parks did away with both and had stalls only to hopefully lessen all the naughty shenanigans.
	After entering a stall and Nathan noted the picture on the toilet paper housing.  The picture was one of those instant photos.  The picture was of a girl, naked, about twelve years old.  Long silky brown hair, blue eyes, just standing posing forward.  Nathan’s eyes stared—and stared—and stared.  His little ten year old dick got hard-harder-hardest.
	He had never-ever seen a naked girl.  Never-ever!
	‘take your pants down,’ said a voice, ‘underwear, too.’
	Nathan stood still a moment, not realizing that the stall door behind him was open.  Slowly, though, he pushed down his pants (and underwear) and indeed, his little tallywhacker was erect.  Never-ever had he seen a girl (of any age) naked.  The boy was well captivated.
	‘would you like to see more?’
	“M-more?” stammered the young captivated boy.
	‘yes, more pictures of naked girls.’
	No answer.  The boy couldn’t even conceive an answer.
	Before anything else could happen as many as three boys came to take a piss.  Myrus hated interruptions.  As soon as the boys, two eleven and one twelve, they had their young impressionable minds zapped.  Myrus sighed, caressed Nathan’s butt, fondled his wares, and then turned his attention to the intruders.
	Albert Boogotti, eleven, had the bluest eyes Myrus had ever seen!  A boyish face, nice blond hair, clean looking lad, typical boy wearing a red/white stripped shirt with brown knee length jean shorts.  Bobby Crappsalott, also eleven, had thick wavy red hair, a printed tee depicting a raging snorting black horse, and long jeans.  The twelve year old had dark hair in typical “bowl” configuration, a plain red tee-shirt and red cargo pants.
	Nice boys.  Myrus had them get naked.
	Then, a little mind probing.
	Albert had two little sisters and one older brother.  It was a natch that he saw the little ones naked.  Had he any sexual activity with the girls?  No.  He was curious but had some morals about him and that was that.
	Not so with Bobby Crappsalott.
	Bobby had a young sister, she was nine.  They fooled around—a lot.
	Mostly it was touchy/feely.  As wee children they had bathed together and slept together.  They still shared a room now but had their own beds.  Like Albert, Bobby was way curious about sex.  Having a sister that he got to see naked gave him insight on what girls his age looked like.  But still, he wouldn’t mind to see one in person.  Hmmm
	Calvin Dumpstoo didn’t have any sisters; he instead had three brothers, one younger and the other two older.  However, with the oldest brother he had seen him having sex with his girlfriend.
	When asked if the boys fooled around with each other, or their brothers—
	NO!  EWEWE! and NO WAY!  However, Calvin and his brother Delbert, DID occasionally “fool around.”  Delbert was fourteen and “on occasion” they played with each other’s schlongs.  They also showered together, masturbated each other, and—AND sucked dick!  Neither, though, came off in the other’s mouth and no “up the ass.”  But, Calvin was curious about what it would be like to butt fuck another dude (as well as be butt fucked himself.)  (but he wasn’t gay)
	Down to business.
	‘get up against him.’ directed Myrus the Virus to Calvin.  Calvin pressed his naked bod against Albert.  Both boys were about the same size.  Bobby’s body was covered in red freckles.  Albert was a lily white boy while Calvin had seen some sun.  Once Calvin was up against his pal, ‘reach around—play with his dick.’
	Compliance!
	Albert didn’t get a boner per se but it was better than limp.
	‘on your knees.’ Virus told Calvin.
	‘on your knees.’ Virus told Albert.
	The two boys went to their knees; one facing Albert’s ass, the other Albert’s semi hard dick.
	‘kiss his ass.’ Virus told Calvin.
	‘Suck his dick!’ Virus told Albert.
	A bit of blood trickled from Myrus the Virus’ nose, the ringing in his ears intensified, but other pesky symptoms that were problematic with the heavy use of an EMAD were nil.  Calvin complied kissing both cheeks, then parted the cheeks and kissed the hole—as per mind link command.
	Meanwhile, Albert cock swallowed Bobby’s bone getting it harder.  Albert had one growing in intensity himself!  On his own, as he sucked his friend’s bone, he stroked himself.  The boy had professed on earlier mind intrusion that he had never-ever sucked dick (or wanted to.)  However, he was not opposed or would be opposed IF a pal of his wanted to slurp his schlong.  In turn, yeah, he would do likewise.  But the pal had to suck him first.

	Virus directed the lads to his custom van—they dressed then walked across the park to the vehicle.  Nathan was instructed to return to the restroom the following day at his earliest convenience—if—IF he wanted to see more naked pictures of naked girls.

Candice Zhang-wa-wa
	Downtown, off main street 2blks from the civic center, was a converted warehouse.  There were other warehouse conversions nearby and throughout the City; converted to housing, upscale apartments, shops, dinning, and entertainment.  The warehouse The Virus visited was simple brick warehouse where once the manufacturing and shipping of home furnishing took place.  Now it was a home to a one Candice Zhang-wa-wa.  The entire building, all fifteen floors, was hers.  The top upper floors were high-end apartments for clientele who would rather keep a low profile.  Candice occupied the bottom and middle floors.
	The Virus was on good terms with the Dominate One, the Fallen Dragon, so he came and went as he pleased.  He had a set of keys and knew the passcodes to gain entry.  It was also a place to hide if necessary.
	On his visit this time he paused to watch as a black teenage private school girl, approximately fifteen or so, was being “mistreated.” Severely.  She, along with some other girls of similar ages, were spread eagled at an angle to a brick wall.  Their wrists were binded with leather straps, their ankles also with a strong bicycle cable attached to the leather strap to the wall.  The black girl had her white blouse on, but it was open and there was no bra.  Her private school short gray pleated skirt was hiked up and her lovely shapely black ass was already a brilliant bright red.
	The Fallen Dragon smacked the girl’s ass with a belt.  The girl screamed, shivered, and danced a jig as the pain inflicted was immense.  The white girl beside screamed as well.  She was totally naked, her backside, back of her legs, and especially her ass were marred with marks from a cane and a belt.
	A Japanese girl approximately fourteen, with silky long black hair, wrenched herself in her bindings.  Her naked body was equally marked with her ass already bleeding.  The Fallen Dragan smacked her ass as the girl thrashed about.  She squatted, wailed, and carried on so—to no avail.  The Mexican girl beside her was the calmest but was also crying, shivering in fear and trembling also.  She wore her white blouse and skirt, panties at her knees stretched out.  Her ass was as bright red as a tomato!
	Another white girl with blond hair to her ass and a Chinese girl also withered in their restraints, begged, screamed, blurted words unknown, and wailed as the Fallen Dragan lashed their bare asses with a cane.

	After all the girls had been stricken, The Fallen Dragon noticed that she wasn’t alone.  She paused in her torturing of the school girls and smiled at The Virus.  Short thick black hair, ruby red lips, cold dark eyes.  Her round face, eyes, composure, all suggested that she was Chinese.  She was tall, though, not so common among the Chinese.
	“What a nice day this has become.” she said in perfect English.
	Myrus the Virus nodded, smiled, and kept his eyes on her.  She was a beauty; she wore a red and black leather outfit that crisscrossed her superior feminine body—exposing her bodacious 34Cs and clean shaven snatch.
	“What pleasure!” she said stepping closer.
	There wasn’t much lighting in the private room of torture; not much out in the hallway, either.  As she neared the open door she noted the boys.  She smiled a wavering smile.
	“You brought me presents!” she said in a light voice that had a hint of bass.
	“And more.” The Virus said.
	The Fallen Dragon put away her instruments of torture.
	The boys, clothed, were mindless for the most part, but were also mildly aware of their situation.  They were confused so that also played a part in keeping them from being zombies.	
	The Fallen Dragon caressed the boyish faces of the boys.  Her eyes rolled up to meet The Virus’ eyes.  “You delight me.” she said.  She was evil, pure evil-but on a different level.
	The boys were escorted down the semi illuminated hallway to another room.
	Kind of drab with little furnishings; a pair of single beds, a mattress on the floor, nothing else.  No windows, no other doors.  A bathroom was, though, across the hall.  Light came from a recessed light fixture in the ceiling with intensity controlled by a knob on the wall by the door.
	“Take off your clothes.” Virus told the boys.  No electronic device used at this time.  The boys slowly complied.  The Fallen Dragon(lady) watched them with a sort of sadistic glee.
	“Lovely.” she breathed.
	After the lads were all in their skin,
	“I have another present for you.”
	Candice turned to Virus.  She wore light makeup, body powder; the slightest hint of jasmine could be detected upon her.  She wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but close counts.
	Virus handed over to her a box; a very ornate music box—a “one of a kind” kind of music box.  She didn’t even open it (not right off.)  Instead, she looked it over adoring it with her hands and eyes.  The making of the box was as joyous to her as the contents.
	The contents.
	After much fondling of the music box’s outside, the Fallen Dragon opened it.  Her breath was instantly taken.  A ballerina began twirling; she was naked.  Very-very intricate was the ballerina; every detail was remarkable suggesting that the dancer was a mini version of a real human!
	Then, on the glass reflective stage were five naked black men also in intricate detail.  The music playing was the homosexual Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s 6th Symphony.  (yes, the creator the beautiful Swan Lake, Nutcracker Ballet, was a homo.)	
	Candice Zhang-wa-wa didn’t often show emotion—not a trait amongst dominatrix type persons.  But a tear trickled down her cheek.  When she looked up to the cold steel eyes of the Virus she was close to losing it entirely.
	“I—I love it.” then, “Thank you.”
	To be note, it took a lot to get the Fallen Dragon emotional.  The two had a special rapport and now it was even moreso.
	There were a lot of things, silly things, Myrus the Virus could have said;
	“I stole it just for you.”  “Do you know how many dicks I had to suck to get this?”  “I’ve killed to get this for you.” and others.
	Taking his hand she led him down the hall,
	“Come with me.” she said in a different more lighter voice.
	“Boys,” said Virus to the naked boys, “stay!” then, ‘do not move from this room!’
	The naked boys nodded—fear, fright, and petrification would keep them in line.  Meanwhile, Virus followed dat ass!  She had on a pair of sleek glossy thigh length leather boots, 4-inch heels (she would prefer 6-inch but any higher in elevation and she’d get a nosebleed!)  The leather straps making up her dominatrix outfit enthused The Virus; she was enticing!
	Down the hall, thru a secure door, into a social lobby, then into a private sitting room.  Virus had been in most rooms of the Fallen Dragon’s warehouse, save for this room and her private quarters.  Sitting the music box down she turned to him.  No words.  None were needed.  As the music box played Candice opened an old rustic travel trunk circa 1920.  From within she produced a bottle of cognac.
	According to the label date it was over 100 years old.
	Myrus had spent a small fortune on a bottle of similar at an auction.
	He nodded in accepting the gift.  Then, he did the unthinkable; he embraced the Dragon pulling her into him and planting his lips to hers.  She at first rebuked him, startled slightly possibly by his attack.  It was usually a no-go for anyone to even “touch” the headmistress dominatrix let alone “embrace” her.
	Then, Candice “Fallen Dragon” Zhang-wa-wa melted.
	It had been awhile since any man had swept her into his arms.
	The two destined to be lovers swayed to the music staring at each other’s eyes.  Virus managed to maintain his usual straightforward stone face while Candice had wavering whimsical lips.  They swayed, they danced, they made love standing up!  No penetration, no kissing, just his hands on her hips, her hands over his shoulders, their eyes into each other’s soul.
	Being mostly naked, Virus swooped the woman’s legs up and she automatically wrapped them about his waist.  Then he pinned her to a sofa and “fucked her brains out!”  It was a domineering type thing—sorta/kinda.  He stared into her very soul with a sincere hardness and determination.  Candice obliterated his soul with fire and an icy cold stare in return.
	They had never had sex before—er, with each other.
	Passion being what it was, Myrus the Virus “put it to” the Fallen Dragon, long and hard.  She clenched him, wrapped her arms and legs about his body; she bit him, ravaged his body, and savagely drew him into her soul.

Once Upon a Dark and Stormy Knight
	“She, the Lady, was born to rule the castled winds; and in turn, be ruled by other winds, Desire’s Winds.  And he, the Knight, was born to bow the knee to fealty and to love, was the errant gallant of her passions.  And when he raised her in his arms, the green fields that bound her fell away a thousand leangues and more, banished to that place of dreams where the Unicorn’s glance vanquished all that kinds and men knew to be real:  time and tempered swords—and Dragon’s flames!  And when they kissed, the woods and vaulted boughs sighed their names and hushed the world.
	He was a hard fortress of stone pressing the cuirass of his breast against her.  Then, all softness—a queenly mount—and the wind itself within her.  Mouths for this were meant, not for morning prayer; hands for this, not for grasping blood-tipped lances in violent tournaments.
	She surveyed her domain from on high.  The other glories came to sight.  Her flesh was his, and his was hers.
	The Winds subsided, and whispered words of Lady and Knight were answered by starlings on their westward way.  These winds, the Lady knew, would return—like starlings with the magic of dawn.”

	“Would you join me for dinner?” Myrus asked (of his Lady.)
	Only a momentary pause; then,
	“Yes, of course.” Her voice was that of a vixen!
	“There’s business, first.” She said to him pressing her fingers to his lips.
	He almost smiled.  Almost!
	Back to the boys.
	Simply, the boys firstly stood to be “examined” by the Fallen Dragon.
	Their dangling puds were fondled, along with the balls.  The boys were highly aware of what the woman was doing; she mesmerized them while Virus electronically manipulated them.  She caressed their asses, squeezed their cheeks, and gave quick slaps to their flesh.
	Then Virus put them to work; on his knees and Albert sucked the schlong of Bobby while Calvin probed Albert’s asshole with his tongue, finger, and then his dick.  While the boys performed, Candice “Fallen Dragon” Zhang-wa-wa fingered herself.  Bobby’s eyes watched her, he was locked dead on on her fingers friggin’ herself.  The woman also locked her domineering eyes on the boy; kind of made him nervous.
	After the first round of fucking and sucking;
	Eleven year old Albert lay out on the mattress on the floor; twelve year old Calvin lay on him in typical sixty-niner configuration.  As the boys slurped schlong, the Fallen Dragon smacked a cane across Calvin’s ass.  The boy yelped, arched his back and rubbed his ass.
	Wrong.  Wrong thing to do in the presence of a woman such as the Fallen Dragon.  He was stricken again—and again—and again.  Each time the unlearned boy yelped, cried out, and tried to protect his ass.  Virus squatted beside the boy,
	“Laddy, if you don’t want to suffer continuously, I would advise you to take your hands from your ass, keep your trap shut, and let it be.”
	The boy, with tears streaming down his cheeks, looked pissed and hurt and the same time.  Virus said nothing but stood up and back out of the way.  The Fallen Dragon smacked the boy’s ass again—hard!  Calvin couldn’t help it but cry out and grab his ass.  His ass already was beginning to bleed.  The boy beneath him screamed “PLEASE STOP IT!” and then something unintelligible.
	The cane smacked Calvin’s bare feet instead.
	Calvin lost his fucking mind.
	“All you have to do, Laddy, is suck, fuck, and be sucked and fucked.”
	Calvin was out of his mind; his ass and feet were on fire.
	“Take the pain and all will be well.”
	“F-FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!” scream/cried the boy.  He rolled off of Albert withering in discomfort.  Candice watched him; again, with sadistic glee.
	Another woman suddenly appeared; tall, taller than Candice, a long-long silky brown pony tail that hung loosely down her long-long body.  She wore a similar outfit like her Mistress.
	“Take him to the other room.” Candice told the woman.  Calvin was escorted away—his fate unknown.  The two remaining boys went steady on sucking and fucking each other.  Then Candice had them fuck and suck her.
	In an odd way, Myus got off on watching that occurrence.
Complicated Dominated Man
	Before leaving for dinner, Virus saw a man in a room.  He was strung out on a contraption that held him suspended with leather straps.  He was naked and wearing a black full headed hood.  A pair of 3lbs. weights similar to that of fishing weights, were attached to his ball sac.  A battery powered jack-off machine was working his johnson.  Another dominatrix gal was lashing his backside with a whip!  His body was anointed with a special oil and the technique the woman was using didn’t leaves marks on his skin but inflicted pain just the same.
	He was not a kidnap victim; he came to the Fallen Dragon’s facility on his own accord.  The man was complicated as he was at the facility for multiple reasons other than being dominated.
	To begin with, he had a young daughter he adored—and in turn, she adored him.  But Tom was a perv.  Most times he tried to curb his perversion but bathing his daughter, dressing her, wiping her when she had accidents, and so on put him on the fast track to molestation.
	Most times and it was when the child had to take cold medicine and Tom took advantage when she fell asleep.  Here and when the wife was asleep or not home, Tom removed his daughter’s clothes and “enjoyed” her.  With her sleeping so soundly he could look upon her with ease; he could open her legs and finger her pussy, he could lick her out, and lastly, he could masturbate and cum on her bald pussy to his delight.  Then often times he would smear the spunk all over her young cunny, diddle some into her asshole, and then finish off with a bit on her lips.  What a guy!
	But he wanted to do more.  Much-much more.
	Enter the Dragon.
	Answering an underground ad that answered his dark side’s desires to be dominated led him down a spiraling descent into indecency.  While at the Fallen Dragon’s warehouse he saw young teens being tortured—and he liked it!  But before he would be able to lay a hand—or dick—to them he had to be first submissive and please his Mistress.
	Then, when it was learned that he worked for a petroleum company…
	“Bring me the files on the Transberrian/Arctic project.” Mistress Candice told him.  Note, she didn’t “ask”.
	The Transberrian/Arctic project was highly classified; lots of bids going out to various contractors—it would be a lucrative deal to the right company.  When Tom balked he was presented with a video of him having sex with teenage girls as well as participating in an orgy of young teen boys and young adult men.
	Also, Candice determined that the 30-something year old man on the project ladder had a penchant not only for young teens but younger.  “I can provide your every whim.” Candice told him seductively.  “But you provide for me.”
	Done!
	Once the Fallen Dragon was satisfied with the documents he had “acquired” for her, she provided for him young girls—and boys.  Flat chested and hairless.  At first and it was in a small room with a bed and 2-3 young girls as young as ten.  Asian girls; Korean, Japanese, Chinese, and so on.  Nice looking kids; naked.  Tom got to spank the girls, finger them, kiss and love on them as he saw fit.
	On future visits—arriving blindfolded from being picked up at a downtown hotel location—the girls were younger still.  There, too, were young boys from five to eight years.  The girls were as young as his own daughter.
	That’s when Candice said to him, “Bring your daughter.”
	Tom balked, but when presented with photos and videos of him engaged with young children—he brought his own daughter.  In a room and Tom engaged immorally with his child, he was only half enthused.  There were desires, though, to fulfil the fantasy of having sex with his child.
	And so he did.
	With “Emily” once more drugged up Tom licked her young pussy out, fingered her—fingered her—fingered her—then mounted her and entered her.  His manhood was, of course, too much for the young child but he managed.  Only half of his daddy member made its way in.  He began to pump; he caressed his child and finally unleashed a torrent of cum.
	“Nice.” said Candice watching from the doorway.
	Whether she told him or he acted on his own, he turned his drugged daughter over and entered her asshole.  Not all the way, her hole too young and his cock too worn out.  His dick bent but did get part way in.  That was all that mattered.
	Afterwards, in the parking garage of the downtown hotel, he blew his brains out with a recently purchased legally .357; this after blowing the brains out of his daughter.

Another day in the park
	Back to Nathan
	When we last left him—he had zipped up and gone home since.  But he returned—fascinated (and curious) about the naughty photos.  The new batch of pictures had girls as young as ten standing facing forward, backside, bending over (with cheeks spread) laying out on the same blue sports related bed as the boys previous.  The girls, too, were pictured fingering themselves.  The last instant photo had a girl about twelve who had just been spanked.
	Ten year old Nathan had a serious boner.
	The following day and Nathan was joined by two more boys, Kevin and Tim.  Both lads were a year older and way interested in the findings in the bathroom.  The boys were beside themselves seeing the new batch of pix.
	Girls in the ages of ten to twelve, naked of course, peeing while standing up!
	The boys quickly fished out their schlongs and drooled as they went thru the pictures.  Girls who looked like they had just been freshly spanked; girls laying down in a backyard spreading their legs WIDE; girls in the company of some boys; girls sucking the dick of those boys.
	Nathan and his friends were stunned.
	‘would you boys like to see these girls—up close, live, in-person?’
	“Hell yeah!”  “Boy would I!” speechless  “Sure!”

Up close, LIVE, and in person!
	Out of the city aways and into the ‘burbs
	On a street where you don’t live, the boys from the park assembled in a backyard.  Lots of trees lined the backyard, tall shrubs and bushes and a high fence, too.  There was a pool, a nice ground level deck, barbeque, and all the pretenses of a typical suburban house.
	Some girls were here; some were from the park.  Natalya and two of her friends, Kathleen and Angelica.  Plus a couple of other girls plus a couple of others.  The boys shed their clothes—as per command.  The girls were already shed of their clothes.  Introductions were made—the girls and boys facing one another trying not to stare at the others’ naughty bits.
	After the introductions the proceedings began.
	Hugging.  The boys were paired up with the girls; and there was one extra boy already present.  Kim Loo.  He was twelve, handsome, and Korean.  Malia was the oldest girl at fifteen.  She was African-American and very-very pretty.  They were paired up with Kim sporting an already hard hard-on.  Nathan was paired with Hanna, Kevin with Kristy, Tim with Misty.  All the girls were slightly older than the boys.  Hanna was twelve, six months from turning thirteen.  She was a cowgirl, liked boots and long pants, preferred jeans and cowboy hats.  Her favorite color was green.  In her hair were green ribbons, she also wore green emerald earrings (and had a pair of green tinted panties, too!)
	With her long silky brown hair hung loose about her shoulders and beyond, and a hair braid twist that went over the top of her forehead and then down made her a little unique.  Her bright blue eyes, her smile, petite breasts, and nice body form made her a very nice prize.
	Thirteen year old Kristy Lane had a nice body; she was a tomboy, and not—NOT a virgin!  She liked little boys, too!  Little-little boys who weren’t capable (she hoped) of getting her pregnant.  Boys she was friends with, boys she babaysat for, boys who were the brothers of boys who were her friend—and so on.
	Misty Stang was fourteen and only four months away from being fifteen.
	The black girl was the daughter of the City’s mayor.
	After hugging, the girls fondled the boys.  The “awareness” level was high with them all; but there was control—and fear to back the kids into submission.  After the fondling there was the sucking.  All but Kristy had never sucked dick before.  Malia had given a handjob to a boyfriend and he had gotten to finger her pussy.  Nothing more followed.  Misty fingered herself as did Hanna.
	Although Hanna was curious about what a guy’s dick would be like in her mouth she was hesitant to accept it.  Nathan Burnbarn stood with an eager cock wavering before her.  He was virtually mindless from the get go.
	‘suck his cock,’ Hanna was told, ‘or be punished.’
	Hanna, and the other girls, had seen a video of girls, and boys, being spanked—hard.  They had also seen girls being zapped by stun guns.  Compliance was the only way to avoid punishment—so Hanna took Nathan’s ten year old cock and sucked it.
	It wasn’t bad, but…
	Kristy Lane was not opposed to sucking a boy’s dick, but it was just the gall of it all.  The manner of which she was forced to engage.  But the punishment she had seen in the video put her to taking eleven year old Kevin Fluggeslstein’s cock.  She sucked heartily, cupping his balls (on her own) and caressing his ass, too.
	Misty Stang was highly against sucking dick.  It was gross.  A boy PEED from there!
	‘suck his dick—NOW!’ said an angry voice ‘or I’ll take you now to be punished.’
	Misty began to cry.  Her emotions began to overwhelm her.
	Tim Notshy stepped up closer to the girl whispering “just do it and get it over with!” to which the young teen nodded and took Tim’s schlong sucking it.  The boy instantly melted.  He had sisters, younger and older and ALL had bobbed their pretty heads on his cock—for payment of his allowance, doing THEIR chores, taking the blame for a broken window, vase, flooding the bathroom, etc.
	Malia, a virgin by body but not by mind, knew her situation was dire—but could also be worse.  The “punishment” she had seen in the videos was horrid and she wanted no part of it.  She sucked on Kim Loo’s dick bringing him off in one minute!
	Nathan wasn’t a cummer, but Kevin was!  Tim was right at the brink when Misty had had enough and pulled back choking and gagging.  For stop sucking dick before she was told to or before receiving cum,
	‘spank her.’ Tim was directed to lay his hand to the girl’s ass.
	‘five swats—as hard as you can.’
	On the third swat and the boy came.
	After that and it was refreshment time!

	And after that, the girls all laid down, spread their legs, and the boys took their mouths to them  As much as the boys enjoyed being sucked, that sentiment was not so enthusiastically met going the other way.  But the boys, too, were not overly opposed.  They got a very up close and personal viewing of a girl’s cunt.
	Hanna gasped as Nathan’s tongue tongued her.  She was shocked.  It could not be helped as her young body clenched itself.  She didn’t know what to think but clenched the grass beneath her and endured.  Kristy had, of course, knew firsthand about cunnilingus.  Not only was the teen having her way with young boys, she occasionally had a tryst with a young girl, too!  Awesome!  Also, a close personal friend.
	Misty was stunned with Timmy licking her pussy out.  She made huffing noises and bucked back into the handsome boy’s face.  Excitement was beginning to rise in the teenager and she forgot all about how horrible sucking dick was.
	Malia spread her legs, fingered herself, and forgot all about her prestigious upbringing, private school, tutors, music lessons, and her father the mayor.  She even let go the fact that she was a kidnap victim.  All that mattered currently was the extreme naughty sensations stemming from her cunny.
	“Oh yes!” she was heard to exclaim.
	After licking, more refreshments!

	Ah!  Relief!
	After a swim in the pool, more refreshments, the kids were lined up facing one another again.  They stood—and stood—and stood some more.  Then,
	“Uh, Mister?” said Nathan, “Uh, I-I gotta go.”
	“Then do so.”
	The boy looked around and started to leave—
	“No.” said the man he couldn’t describe.  “Stay where you are.”
	‘and pee on the girl in front of you!’
	“Holy shit!” exclaimed the boy.  So for the moment he held off.
	‘as soon as you pee, you can sit down.’ But until then, you’ll stand for enternity.
	It was Kevin who let go first whizzing on Kristy who was not as appalled as she should be.  Tim pissed on Misty who was very appalled.  Kim Loo splashed his pee on Malia who was disgusted but it was better than punishment.  Finally, Nathan unleashed his whiz showering a horrified Hanna.
	Of course, the girls had to pee, too.
	The boys were enthralled watching the girls pee—while standing.  Hanna’s stream managed to get onto Nathan as did Malia’s onto Kim.  Kristy’s piss stream was dead on and whizzed nicely on Kevin; Misty’s piss was the most dramatic.  She farted, too!
	The festivities had just begun!
	The “other” girls, from the park, Natalya, Kathleen, Angelica? They were inside the suburban house in a “viewing”/orientation room.  They were naked and there were others already present; two boys and four girls.  A large flat screen television was the only piece of furniture in the room; the windows were boarded up.  There were blankets and mattresses on the floor.
	The television came to life showing firstly a naughty cartoon; a mouse jacking off everywhere splashing his jiz on everything (and everyone.)  The cartoon is circa 1930.  He’s finally captured by large burly dog creature who throws the jacking off mouse into jail where several other odd assorted cartoony creatures jack off on him!
	A strange to bizarre 90 minute science fictiony animation movie comes along nextly; popcorn and sodas are handed out along with assorted candy treats.  Those handing out the treats are clothed; those being handed the treats are not.
	The opening scene of the movie was weird enough; a space jockey traveling in space in a 1950s era red convertible.  He lands on Earth on some remote farm; his home.  Takes off his space suit and takes a package into the farm house where he is greeted by a ten year old girl—his daughter.  She is “oh so happy” to see her daddy back.  Her speech alone makes you want to slap her.  A privileged kid, well mannered, too perky, precocious, and annoying to any normal person.
	The daddy gives his child a present; it’s an orb of some sort that glows green.  In her hands she sees fantastic images that make her swoon.  She hugs her daddy “oh thank you!” she cries.  As they are hugging, the daddy reaches down and raises up her short kiddie dress typical fashion worn by farm girls.  The girls basic white panties are revealed and daddy’s hands continue roaming, patting the girl’s butt, squeezing the cheeks, then slipping his hands inside the panties.
	The audience is wide eyed at this point.  Natalya, Kathleen, Angelica, all ten years young, sat together, mouths agape, eyes wide.  Also rounded up from the park were twelve year old Christine and her friend, Nadia.  Already present in the house of suburbia were ten year old Carrie, Myra at twelve years young, and two boys, Louis ten and Turk who had just had his eleventh birthday.
	The group from outside, Hanna, Kristy, Misty, etc. were escorted in just at the scene where the farm girl had taken out her daddy’s monstrous cock and began slobbering on it.  It was incredible.  The animation was of an odd sort, old style mixed with modern day flair.  Lots of detail.  The man’s cock pulsed and revealed in glorious detail the veins and everything.  The non-timid girl greedily slobbered on the daddy dong, masturbating it with furor.  Soon and she was rewarded with a massive explosion of cum.

	The blast filled the girl’s mouth; she choked and backed off the cock which continued to spurt jiz onto her face.  The space jockey daddy then pulled off his daughter’s dress then stripped off his own clothing.  The girl pushed down her panties and stepped out of them.  She blushed and said “daddy, can I have some more?” meaning his cum.
	The daddy then whisked his daughter up into his arms, holding her, kissing her chest, and marching off to an adjoining room where he plopped her down onto a folded out sofa.  There he spread her legs and began noshing on her pussy.  Although it was anima it got the audience members going—especially the boys.
	After munching on his daughter’s bald twat the man mounted and inserted his love tool.  Every mouth of the audience was in awe.  The man’s cock fully entered the young girl and there was lots of juices splashing everywhere—from the audience, too!  The man’s ball sac slapped joining in the cacophony of noises from the two lovers.
	Finally, the man strained and was cumming off.
	The man pulled out squirting spunk that reached the ceiling!  His daughter lay in a sea of sweat—and cum.  At length, though, she rolled over onto her heaving daddy and rested her cunny on his cock.  Then she began to grind.  The space daddy gripped her ass, squeezed, patted, and spanked.  The girl reached back and manipulated the cock into her asshole!
	“Holy shit!” breathed several of the audience members.
	After the lovemaking—the green glowing ball the daddy had brought his child as a present?  It devoured the farmhouse, the daddy, and the car.  The farm girl was scene in the final shot screaming in horror as a brilliant green light enveloped her.
	The next scene was in the city, a cab driver picking up a fare.  The rest of the movie was just weird from there on; the mob was after a woman that the cabbie had picked up.  The woman had passed out blabbering about her daddy who had some sort of weird mystical out-of-this world glowing space rock.  The mob wanted it.  The glowing orb could grant wishes, fulfil dreams and fantasies, and that sort.  The cabbie agreed to help the woman, to hide her.  But the mob found her/them regardless.  The mob offered a deal, the orb of wonder for cash.  Lots of cash.  Cash talks, bullshit walks.  The woman agreed and the cabbie took her to some remote area of the city.  She agreed to split the money the mob offered.
	She lied.
	Once the trade was made and she was in the safety of the cabbie’s car—a piece of science fiction technology to the max, the woman backtracks on her deal with the cabbie and wants the cash all to herself.  She has a weapon.  The cabbie has a shield (between him and the passenger area) plus a little device that renders deadbeat fares who cant/wont pay their fare and/or other reasons.
	She’s dead and he has a shit load of money.
	The mob?  The mob boss in the car slowly pulling away is suddenly enveloped in a curious green glow that destroys the car—and all who are in it.  Then the movie gets weird with the next scene going to some off-world planet in chaos; naked chicks running amok with big muscular men of colour; green, black, yellow, two heads, big-big-BIG dicks and swinging balls three.
	The movie concluded with a woman proclaimed to be ‘the chosen one’ awakening from some deep cavern fortress of long forgotten warriors.  She fights her way across a war torn planet, biting off the heads of her enemies, or fucking them to death.  After rendering the last bad-ass warrior chief she climbs a huge volcano where in its crater is…a green glowing object!  Plucking the orb from the gurgling goo she herself is enveloped in a brilliant green glow…
	And awakens laying outside a destroyed farm house.
	A voice from “somewhere” booms “your journey has just begun, warrior!”
	And the credits roll.

Intermission!
	Everyone had to use the bathroom.
	Across the hall was a bathroom; no door.
	Down the hall was another bathroom—no door.
	The Virus and another bloke escorted the girls and boys to those bathrooms.
	In bathroom one, Hanna copped a squat on the pot and proceeded to pee.  A healthy pent up pee it was, too!  She also tooted.  Very embarrassed was she; but it was comparable to being NAKED in the midst of other girls AND boys!  Also, as she peed (and tooted) a boy, Turk Truck, stood before her whizzing on her chest.  His aim, as told to him by Virus, was her pussy.
	Natalya was next with the boy, Kim Loo.  His aim was better and whizzed nicely on the embarrassed girl’s cunny.  She didn’t fart (but did push out a turd.)  The pretty ten year old was just about embarrassed to death—even more so when it was Kim who had to do the “cleaning”.  The boy tore off some toilet paper and “reached down” between her legs wiping back to front.  The girl gasped as she had been learned this was the wrong way.
	So, on off the toilet and on her hands and knees, legs spread spreading her cheeks, the boy wiped clean her asshole from that position.  The boy’s cock was raging hard.
	‘would you like to FUCK her?’
	There was no pause.  No hesitation.  “Yeah!” he said enthusiastically aloud.
	‘then kiss her asshole, first.’
	Ok, now there was hesitation.
	“Uh—”
	‘you’re committed now,’ said The Virus, ‘kiss her hole, then lick it, then fuck it.’
	Kim Loo gulped realizing he had gotten himself into more than he bargained for.  For his balking he was swiftly swatted on the ass.
	‘do as you are told,’ warned Myrus the Virus, ‘or be punished.’
	Kim breathed hard.  The girl’s hole WAS clean—but that wasn’t the point.
	Not wanting to be punished, though, Kim leaned in, eyes closed, and gave Natalya’s asshole a brief peck.  Then he flicked his tongue about the hole retching a little uncontrollably.
	‘shove a finger in.’
	Kim said something under his breath “Jesus!” but shoved a finger usually reserved for picking his nose into the girl’s puckering asshole.  Natalya was crying.
	‘stop crying,’ said The Virus, ‘or I’ll give you something to cry about!’
	This didn’t help.  The girl couldn’t help (but cry.)
	Kim Loo stepped up nestling himself against the girl’s ass.  Slowly he entered her cornhole and began to pump.  Hands on her hips he rocked her while other girls and boys stood idle waiting their turn to the toilet.

And now, our feature presentation
	Brought to you in living color!
	Opening scene; kind of grey/grainy but clears up to reveal a wide open landscape.  A range.  Cattle range to be exact.  Low rolling hills, some oilfield pumping units, some old fencing, and cows.  On a small hill sat parked a small pickup truck, regular cab, long bed, four-wheel drive.  A teenage boy about eighteen sat on the passenger side spanking a girl who was about twelve.
	Oh!
	The girl was a cutey and did not seem to be in distress.  Her pants were at her knees and the teenage boy was grinning as he smacked her.  The girl had thick brown hair, a wondrous face, and was also grinning.  After a couple of swats more the girl stood up, giggled, and pushed down her panties.  The boy ogled the girl’s nakedness and grinned even bigger.  The girl, Molly, repositioned herself between the boy’s open legs.  The boy, Ted, firstly caressed her ass being kissed by the noon day’s sun.  Then he smacked her ass with one hard smack.  Molly’s ass was already slightly red, the proceeding smacks brilliant increased that colour.
	When Molly’s tush was indeed brilliantly red she stood up, rubbed her burning butt, and giggled all the more and grinned even bigger!  Ted shook his head and equaled her grin.  Then he undone his grey jeans, kicked off his boots, pushed down his pants and underwear and sat with his legs open exposing his very nice hard hard-on.

	The cock was more than generous.  Molly, Ted’s girlfriend’s little sister, gripped the dick and turned as bright red in the face as was her ass.  Slowly she masturbated the cock—then went down on it.  The act made Ted’s day—for sure!  His head reeled back and possibly not even Molly’s sister could service him so.  He was more than delighted and began to pump into the twelve year old’s mouth.
	When she pulled off (catch her breath) Ted embraced her—and then kissed her.  Eewewe—cock breath!  He didn’t care.  They kissed and Ted laid out on the bench seat pulling Molly onto him.
	The counting of the herd would just have to wait—there were more pressing things that mattered first.
	As the young girl and boy began fucking the scene once more turned grey grainy and faded.

Scene II/Act I
	New scene:  it’s dark!  Early evening—and it’s dark!  Small stores off from a main artery running thru a burg of a city.  The store fronts; electronic shop, second hand store, tattoo parlor, pet store, bread store, and church, had a two-lane road out front separated from the 4-lane road by a strip of landscape with trees and bushes.  A few cars were parked at an angle to the sidewalk; the tattoo parlor was open as was the church.
	The church, though, had just concluded services and the attendees were mingling mostly in the rear of the establishment having refreshments and yapping.  Meanwhile, the church’s leader son, CJ, was out in front of the storefront church engaging with a girl to an almost inappropriate level.
	It was dark out in front of the church; next door was a second-hand furniture store; on the other side of the church was an empty lot where a second-hand repair shop had been but burnt to the ground a year before.  Then the tat place adjacent.  The empty lot had a wooden fence fore and aft but was questionable and easily defeated.  The lot was filled with debris and knee high grass.
	Anyways,
	The boy, CJ Greensag, had his arms about the body of a girl, Cynthia Rooeese.  She was fourteen as was CJ.  CJ’s hands were down—down—down to the girl’s midriff.  She was not opposed to any shenanigans.  The two seemed to be swaying to their own music.  When anyone came out of the tattoo place OR more importantly the church the two sidestepped closer to the fence and more into the darkness.

	Thing was, though, about CJ, was—he had just made a Pure Promise during the recent church services conducted by his father, a Pentecostal preacher as well as his mother, also a Pentecostal preacher.  A Pentecostal Promise meant that the one making the Promise would keep himself/herself PURE—not hanky and no panky until married.  (unlike CJs mother who had had him out of wedlock!)
	Soon and CJ’s hands were inside Cynthia’s unzipped black as midnight jeans.  It seemed like SHE was helping!  She was guiding his hands all over her sensitive holy part.  Both were giggling and almost laughing out loud.  The girl slipped her hand back to find CJ’s teenhood.  A little fumbling and it was out.
	Moving a couple of boards of the fence and they slipped inside.
	Down came the girl’s pants—just enough to expose herself.  CJ’s cock was rock hard and Cynthia masturbated him.  It seemed like sex (or a sex act) was about to take place.  But then of course,
	“CJ!”  “CJ!” his mother’s beckon call.  The two errant lovers fled to the far end of the lot, slipping thru the fence there, into the alley, then into the back of the church to “appear” as if by magic that they had been there among the parishioners all along.
	Fade to black.

Scene I/Act III
	Confrontation
	Fade to life…
	The next service meeting came—and ended.  The girl, Cynthia, was a no-show, although she and her parents were “regulars” they were irregular in their attendance—especially midweek services.  Anyways, CJ lingered outside when approached by “Mick”.  A slight conversation occurred, mostly it was the gist of:
	“I know what you did.” (with that girl.)
	CJ, of course, naturally denied saying “I did not have relations with that girl!”
	“Oh but you did!” retorted Mick, and he produced for his viewing pleasure a portable DVD player saying so.  CJ was sunk.  But before panic sunk,
	“No one needs to know.”
	“Oh?”
	Into a nearby parked RV did Spider lead the Fly.  Here and CJ was introduced to a pretty ten year old girl—she had been in the church and sang some songs and was quite the cutey pie.  She wore a dress—a dress of which Mick lifted up revealing—no panties.
	CJ couldn’t breathe.  He blinked his eyes excessively on the brink of freaking out.  ‘Holy shit’ was on his lips.

	“She wants to suck your cock.”
	CJ stopped breathing entirely.  He looked to the man, then to the girl.
	Mick pulled off the girl’s dress and she was naked.
	“Let her suck your cock,” said the man calmly, “and no one sees your inpurity.”
	CJ hesitated but in a funk unzipped and pulled out his fifteen year old cock.
	A little push from Mick and the ten year put her fingers about the offering.
	The cock WAS a little hard but got way harder when the tyke began toying with it.  And harder still when she put her lips around the head and began suck-suck-sucking.  CJ had never been serviced so—he said as much when Mick asked him.  He was an avid daily wanker; caught once by his step-dad who beat him with a belt and once by his mom whilst he was fucking his bed.  She beat him with a belt, too.
	So this little incident was a godsend.  The boy reeled and blasted a hot load of spunk into the girl’s mouth.  Embarrassed he pulled out and emptied the rest onto her sweet face.  Much to the pleasure of Mick who chuckled slightly behind her.
	CJ wasn’t the same after that.  Nothing beats a blowjob—especially from a ten year old girl!  On another day, another blowjob followed by getting to rub his dick up and down the girl’s cunny.  As she lay out on a pullout sofa that turned into a bed atypical of RVs, CJ very nearly broke his Purity vow.  A “blowjob” did not constitute sex—a US President said so.
	He came instead.  A great gusher of pent up teenage spunk.
	“If you think that cumming off feels good…” smirked Mick.
	It was pretty embarrassing to be naked and having sex with a man’s ten year old daughter let alone the creep standing there making commentary.
	“Would you LIKE to go ahead and fuck her?” Mick asked.
	“Jesus, NO!” CJ said determinately as well as flatly.  ‘Fuck no!’
	Well, that’s what his mind was saying, in the front.  His body, though, specifically his cock and the back of his mind—HELL YA!
	Fade to black…

	Final scene
	Opening scene:  zoom(ing) in on fifteen year old CJ, drummer for his parents’ church, lay on top of a twelve year old girl, another “daughter” of Mick Zambeanie, fucking her brains out.  The pretty ten year old was on the bed, too; cum drying on her pussy and face.  She fingered herself as CJ fucked her sister.
	Mick stood at the closed door to the rear bedroom of the RV capturing the sordid event on camera.  When the deed was done,
	“Come with me,” said Mick, “one more thing I’d like you to do.”
	Nervously and the teenager followed the man out to the hallway.
	The girls on the bed sat up; the twelve year old was a pretty thing in a Plain Jane sort of way.  She had an incredible smile!  Otherwise she was rather plain and ordinary.  Small breasts, small butt, and seriously needed to be in some sunlight.  The other girl, the cutey pie, was a long blond haired girl who seemed to be the prim and proper type; well mannered, spoke nicely and politely.
	Both girls watched as naked CJ “got on his knees” and took Mick’s dick into his mouth!  OH!  Again, not wanting anyone see him having sex with young girls and CJ was coerced into sucking Mick’s dick.  Then, with his mouth onto the twelve year old’s cunny he was sodomized, too.
	The boy wept uncontrollably but his cries were muffled by Tiana’s cunt.
	Fade to black.

*
For your viewing pleasure
	After the movies there was dinner.  Small groups at a time after which those same small groups showered together in a custom made communal shower.  Then, before bedding down, they each had a one-on-one session with Virus and another man.  The one-on-one was to “fix” their young minds into obedience.  The magical electronical power of the EMAD helped that cause along.  Virus still liked to have them less zombie-like, though; so he left them with a touch of awareness with the EMAD being able to dial up their awareness as well as take it down depending on how well they accepted their fate.
	In the morning—the process repeated.  But with a slight change.
	Virus, Onion, Chuckles, and Rocky, the minions of Venger, took their pleasures of the group—before delivering them downtown to the Fallen Dragon.  It was Hanna for Virus.  He liked her, he liked them all.  But Hanna first!  In a room designated as a bedroom—it had a bed, Hanna firstly laid out fingering herself.  Then she was fingered by Virus.  He wasn’t rough with her—as was Onion was with Kristy in the adjacent room.  Spanking could be heard.
	Virus’ eyes stared into Hanna’s very soul.  She was frightened but calm about it.  The man “went down” on her tantalizing her young pre-teen cunny until she had no choice but to cum.  Thereafter and the man mounted her and entered her.

Show times vary; see your local theatre for exact times
	Big City, Big Lights, Bug Life
	“I love the fragrance of old books.”
	“I love the smell of hot dogs.”
	Opening scene is black but comes to life on the streets of a big city.
	A bustling city of cars, buses, people.
	Tall buildings, hot dog vendors on the street corners, sirens.
	Gargoyles on the corners of buildings, window washers twenty stories high.
	Typical city for a not-so-typical girl from out of town.  The girl was Anna and she was in the company of her cousin, Nick.  A research project had brought the thirteen year old half way across the country.  Her uncle owned and operated a foreign car repair shop.  He was a busy guy so cousin Nick was on hand to escort the visiting cousin on her trek to fulfil her project.
	On 3rd Street and Main the shops were alive with activity; sandwich shops, barbeque, pizza, and sushi.  In amongst the those shops were quaint boutiques, book shops, and medical clinics.  Anna was drawn to the book shops where she hoped to find a beginning to her project searching the archives for newspapers from the time of her mother—of which her project was center.
	From the bookstore, passed the bum in the small alley, to the hotdog vendor.
	Sure, Anna had had hotdogs before, but never from a street vendor.
	Exotic shoe stores, pubs, a newspaper outlet, a publishing place and more bustling peoples.  Anna had never seen the like.  A bicycle shop, a Chinese eatery, an adult bookstore.  And clothing stores galore!  And shoe stores!  Psychics had their stores as well as religious zealots proclaiming the End of the World.
	And of course, there was the street entertainers.
	“Hey,” said Nick startling Anna, “it’s Saturday, wanna go to the museum?”
	Two of the multitude of museums in the City were “free” to the wandering public.  Other requested donations or otherwise downright insisted.  Anna was flummoxed by the street performers; the juggler on a pogo stick, the card player, the musicians, and the characters dressed up as popular movie actors.
	The first museum was atypical of museums—paintings, statues, weird art.
	Anna stood before a piece of “weird art.”  A mix-mash of welded pieces of metal, colorful glass, resembling—Anna wasn’t sure.  According to the placard description it was “Man in Turmoil with Himself”  Ah.
	Nick tugged at her arm taking her to another section of the museum.
	More statues, weird art, and water fountains.  It wasn’t intentional but they passed by one of these water fountains that had a trio of small children statues pissing into the fountain base.  Anna was all eyes, Nick blushed and tugged her elsewhere.
	More nude statures; some were in intricate detail.  Some where male and female but artfully done by famous sculptures of history.  Nick saw a smirk on his cousin’s face.
	“I know another museum that has more of these; better ones, too.”
	Anna was astonished.  “Really?”
	“Oh, yeah, these statues are nothing compared to the others.”
	Anna looked at the Statue of David and the creation of Czech artist, David Cerny “Piss” where two men stand naked taking a piss into a pond.  British artist Marc Quinn has a brash, colourful style which is not to everyone’s taste. He is a sculptor who has flirted with themes of celebrity in our modern age.  “Siren” which depicts a contorted, nude actress glazed in a golden finish. 
	“You in?” Nick asked.
	Anna looked to him, ‘Huh?’
	“You wanna go see this other museum?”
	“The ones with nudes?”
	Nick nodded and Anna shrugged.

Museum of WTF!?
	Primarily it was a museum for “adults only” due to the graphic content within.  But, younger peoples were allowed—albeit in the company of open minded adults.  There were, however, some sections of the museum that were very off-limits to children of all ages—and even some childish adults!
	Nick and Anna mingled with wandering adults admiring basic nude statues.
	Most nudes here were basic full frontal, pissing men and women, some posing in various positions not overly sexual in nature.  Nick slowly guided his guest to a more off-limits section.  Here and the nude statuary WAS more sexual in nature and posing.
	OH!  A stature in green patina was of three large fishes spitting water; center were two mermaids—a man and a woman—engaged in kissing.  The woman’s lower half was fishy BUT had a distinctive vagina.  The man’s lower half was also fishy but with male equipment; of which the male member was hard and the female was masturbating it getting it to squirt onto her stomach.  OH!
	Anna was transfixed.
	“Is—is he PEEING on her?” she quizzed aloud.
	“Nope, he’s cumming!” Nick supplied with a whimsical air.
	Anna looked to her cousin—then to the mermaids.  ‘WTF!?’ was etched on her face.  A pretty girl; kinda homely looks, but nothing to be ashamed of and any guy would be proud to shoot his load onto her face.  Thicker lips than most girl but it was natural.  Those eyes!  Blue!  Very blue.  She wore earrings but only because her father, a high school science teacher, forbid it.  Average size for girls in her age group; thirteen.  Shoulder length brown hair that had some style to it but otherwise was naturally flowing.
	Nick tugged her elbow leading her to another astounding statue.

	A man about 7ft. tall stood nude; he had some very weird hair, green and seriously frizzy.  He wore some sort of “leafy” crown.  His wang was in the mouth of an elf; she was greyish in color, pointy ears, long-long hair, totally sucking cock.
	Next was a normal looking man humping the ass of a normal looking female.  Nearby was a creation made of bronze; a woman was being held up against a beefcake of a man.  His hands were supporting her ass, her arms up over his shoulders, his male member buried to the hilt in her cunny.  Very explicit.
	Odd creations were all about the room; made of metal, iron, sticks, and so on.  There were men and women depicted as normal people as well as elves, grotesque fantasy creatures, and creations that were indeterminate as to what sex they were.
	Anna got a hell of an awakening.
	“What the hell are they doing?” she asked when staring blankly at a creation whereas the male in bronze was laying down and the female (also in bronze) was sitting on his cock.  However, the female was motorized and she would “spin” around slowly.  Long, long hair; young adult, nice tits.
	“It’s called “around-the-world.”” Nick once more supplied (all the while gouging the heel of his hand to his own cock.)
	“That’s called a “Standing Reverse Missionary.””
	“Anal.”
	“Orgy.”
	“Masturbating.” (male)
	“Spanking.”
	“Masturbating.” (female)
	“Group sex.” another form of “Orgy.”
	“Vampire Ass.”  (a guy burying his face into a vixen’s ass)
	“The Aussie Kiss.” a guy “going down under” to a gal.
	“Nut Blasting.” a gal sucking a guy while pounding her fist upward to his balls.  Anna about lost her mind with that one.  And on the sly—she too had begun fingering herself.  Nick was about ready to whip his out and jerk off right there!
	“Titty Bang.” the guy’s wang between the gal’s tits.
	“The Eiffel Tower.” a gal is giving head to a guy while another guy behind her is porking her; the two guys then give a High Five above her.  High five!
	“I-I don’t think I can take much more of this.” Anna said with her head swimming.  “Can-can we go somewhere—else.  More private or something.” As much as a guy had to jack his johnny a girl also had needs to sate.
	Out of the “naughty” room and back among the regular perverts.  Then slipping out a side door, down the walker street (no cars allowed) to the movie theatre under renovation.
	“We’re cool here.” Nick said no longer being sly about his gouging.
	Inside the building the two scampered to a room housing projectors, props, theatre seats, popcorn machines.  Checking that the interior door was locked Nick swiped his brow saying “Whew!”
	Anna was still in a funk over the stuff she had seen.
	She was speechless.
	“Uhm, you want to see ONE MORE thing?” Nick said not sure if he should.
	Anna shook her head in despair, ‘what the fuck else?’
	“Ok,” she said with a sigh, “might as well.”
	Taking her by the hand they left the equipment room sneaking down a funky musty murky hallway that was dimly lit, color coded in an odd red scheme and reeked of…funk!  This hallway, that hallway, and finally, to a large theatre room that was “in progress.”  The kids huddled at the door letting their eyes adjust.  There were few in the audience watching a movie.
	The movie was—weird.  The premise was “alien” females had come to earth to get laid by human men.  The alien females were in green skin, pointy ears, very-very red lips, BIG eyes, and naked.  They would zap human men in some remote Icelandic village and make them their sex slaves.  Not a bad way to go!
	As some sex acts took place,
	“I-I cant take much more of this!”
	Nick agreed and once more escorted his cousin up some closed off stairs to the balcony.  No one was there and the two went to the very far side.  Here they still had some viewing of the screen as well as some privacy.
	Anna was in a bad way and though she HAD masturbated before, she hadn’t done so in the presence of anyone but her plush toy animals.
	Nick was also more apt to please himself in private.
	But, since they had seen a bevy of extreme naughtiness he took a chance and “whipped it out.”  Of course, in the dark it was kinda hard to tell that he had done so but NOT what he was doing.
	“Are you—are you…doing it?” asked and astonished Anna.
	Nick’s hand action was evident that he was “doing it.”
	“Uh-huh.” he answered.
	On the screen and two naked men double teamed an alien woman.
	In the audience the mostly male audience were doing what Nick was doing.
	Slowly, Anna unzipped her pants.
	Nick slowed his progress—he wished beyond all wishes that he could see what he thought Anna was doing.
	Anna felt a little foolish working her sex into such a frenzy.  Her lips trembled and she felt herself becoming—aroused.
	“Is-is there someplace ELSE we can go?” like a hotel?
	“Got ONE more place we can try.” and off they went to an outdoor museum.
	The outdoor museum had old steam trains, old homestead of pioneers, old equipment to get oil out of the ground, old buildings, old school house, churches, and a whole Old West town setting.  This museum visitors had to pay to get in; Nick knew another way.
	Thru a fence in the back by old cars and junk and projects and such and there they were skipping the $5 admission fee.  Nick led his cousin to one of the buildings way-way in the back area and up the back stairs.  He’d been here before; just to chill out, to be alone with his thoughts, and contemplate the mysteries that were his life.
	And also to jack off.
	There was more privacy in the museum building than there was back at his bedroom!  The building housed a courthouse and jail downstairs and another courthouse that was “federal” in nature.  1880s structure that had the smell and “old” about it.  There weren’t very many peoples about; a big ball game was going on elsewhere in town, a national race was somewhere else, a theatre troupe was in town performing, so the museums were taking a hit.
	Some of the umph that had encouraged the two cousins to be horny had died down.  Some.  As soon as the two miscreants were secure that no one was traipsing in on their privacy—Nick once more whipped out his dick and began playing with it.  Now and Anna could see his actions.
	“You’ve never seen one, have you?” he asked.
	“Not really,” she said, “little boys.”
	“Little boys?” was she a perv?  (he hoped)
	“Yeah, little boys I babysit for.” Oh.
	“Oh.”
	But then of course, she had never seen one of those “little boys” masturbating.
	True.
	Anna was all eyes.
	Nick was a little embarrassed but decided to go for it.  There was something about doing something naughty in an open public place—regardless of the fact NO ONE was around.  It was just the gall of it all.  Down came his dark jean pants and basic tidy whiteys and there he was—naked.  His cock was fairly decent—and rock hard!  The imagery of all those naughty statues she had seen suddenly flooded her mind.
	“Soooo, you gonna do anything?” Nick asked.  Hope—hope—hope.
	Sitting out of sight of the open door up against the glass partition the visiting cousin licked her lips nervously, looked over her shoulder, strained to hear any trodding footsteps, then sighed making a stand.  ‘let’s do this!’
	Anna wore turquoise jeans, not too tight but tight enough.  She unzipped and pushed them down.  Nick’s eyes were all focused on her powder blue panties.  The undy fit snuggly to her body.
	“H-have YOU seen anyone naked?  A girl?”
	“No, not really.” he grinned.  Wee little lassies, running amok on a beach, no one he could actually stare at.  Crude drawings on the bathroom walls, health books, and girls tumbling in the park wearing short dresses.
	Another desperate sigh and down came her panties.
	Nick melted.
	Just as Anna had her pants AND panties at her ankles and was sitting down opening her knees—voices!
	Rats!
	The kids scurried into their clothing quickly and noted down the old west stairs a small group of tourists.
	“Shit!” bitched Nick.
	“Ditto.” said Anna.
	“We could try this other place, kinda far, though.”
	Anna shook her head, “What’s wrong with YOUR place?”
	What was wrong with Nick’s place was it located above his parents’ garage.  So they were in and out of the apartment/place constantly.  No privacy there.  All seemed lost when—
	Anna farted.
	It had been building since that hotdog a couple of hours ago.
	Such relief!
	It cracked Nick up.
	“I didn’t know girls could do that!”
	The two giggled, Anna blushed, a moment came where they stared into one another’s eyes.  The “voices” from down below had gone.
	“Maybe we should go—somewhere else?” Anna suggested.
	Nick took his cousin by the hand and off to other parts of the museum; the huge oil derrick was an interesting place.  So was the area behind the building housing “automobiles” from the beginning of automobiles up to the 30s.  Here and four young adults were “up to something.”
	The tall kinky haired blond gal, 20-something, shed her clothes and perched herself on an old-old picnic table.  One of the guys, a long haired hippie type dude, lit up a doob and passed it around.  The other guy in the group got out of his clothes, short dark haired fellow with a lengthy “fellow.” Even from the distance Nick and Anna were they could tell the “fellow” was more than average.
	The other girl, short, big tits, red hair of flames, got naked, too.
	Then the guy who had lit up the joint got naked and then it was orgy time.
	The blond girl, “Joanna” took the equally tall guy’s cock and began sucking it.  The flaming red haired gal laid back friggin her pussy while the dude smoking a joint masturbated and ogled her.  The tall guy getting his pecker sucked, Hank, put his hands on his hips, threw his head back, and enjoyed.
	None of them had any shame or any care.  They weren’t out in the open but any maintenance personnel could come wandering back there.  Plus, being so naked in the noonday sun wasn’t good for the skin!
	Melody, the red haired gal, seriously was friggin’ her box.  Pot smoker Oliver “went down” on her.
	“W-wh-what’s he doing?” Anna asked not knowing for sure.
	“Eating her out.” supplied the more streetwise Nick.
	Anna had never heard of such a thing.
	Joanna backed off sucking on Hank’s tool; she grinned and manipulated the prong to her delight—and his!  Hank stepped up even closer (he had no choice!) as the girl put his dick between her nicely shaped ski-slopped 32Bs.  By now and Oliver had mounted Melody for an all out-and-out fuck.
	Joanna fetched a doobie out of the backpack belonging to Oliver.
	Hank masturbated and when Joanna bent over—“Rover took over” and boned her in pussy or ass.  Anna was stunned—and horny.  Her hand was once more “busy” inside her pants.  She made haughting breaths like a puffing locomotive.  Nick had his bone out and though focused on the group on the picnic table—he wanted more than anything to see Anna just as naked sucking his dick.

*

I saw what you did—and I like it!
	“She’s doing the “around-the-world”.” Nick supplied.
	On the picnic table and Joanna spun around slowly on Hank’s massive cock.
	“Jesus!” Anna said aloud.
	“Ditto.”
	Nick furiously pounded his cock—and wanted to desperately pound his cock up against Anna’s ass!  Melody enhanced the sexual tryst by “sitting” on Hank’s face wriggling her cunt freshly fucked by pot smoker Oliver.  Hank caressed Melody’s hips, ass, thighs and seemed to be “munching at the Y”; so explained Nick.
	Then Nick and Anna were stunned when both Hank and Oliver put their wangs into Joanna.  Melody took a toke and giggled while watching her friends.  Hank pounded Joanna’s pussy while Oliver went up the Hershey Highway.  They pounded and pounded and pounded—with both men managing to cum at the same time.  Rivers of spunk spilled out of Joanna’s holes.
	“Wow.” said Nick.
	“No shit.” Anna said uncharacteristically speaking.
	The four young peoples giggled, got dressed, and made themselves scarce.
	The two young peoples hunkered down where they were; they were fairly hidden by equipment, old tractors, buildings, trees—fairly secure.  Anna watched Nick as he tugged on his cock; there was seepage on the piss slit and the boy was seconds from cumming.
	Anna was embarrassed and concerned about being seen.  But she pushed her pants and panties down, held her breath and couldn’t believe what she was about to do.  For a moment her clothes were bunched up at her ankles and that was fine.  But to really get after, like Melody had done, she needed to be able to spread her legs—like she did at home.
	Her dad was already pissed at her for her earrings, how would he be when he found out from her uncle (his brother) and the police that she had been caught doing something naughty with her cousin?  She would never be allowed to leave her bedroom!
	With a heavy hearted sigh she slipped off her pants and panties.
	With her legs open Nick had ample viewing of her pussy.
	The boy was mesmerized.  Totally.  Like, totally!
	Anna giggled, blushed, and felt very foolish.
	“I’ve never done anything like this before.” masturbating with company.
	Nick blushed and stymied a fart—it would kind of ruin the moment.  Kinda.
	Anna’s eyes feasted on Nick’s dick.
	Nick’s eyes—and dick—were feasting on Anna’s cunt.
	“Soooo,” Nick said with a shrug, “you wanna do any of that stuff we saw?”
	“What stuff?”
	Nick sighed, he wasn’t going to go there and blatantly say.  He just shrugged.
	Anna paused in her fingering; then,
	“Oh, y-you mean that stuff we saw in the museum.”
	“Yeah, that stuff.  A-and those people we just saw.  Whatever.”  Anything, anything at all; blowjob, handjob, pussy job; anything at all.
	Anna mulled it over.
	“Well, ok,” surprise “but not in me.”
	“Huh?”
	“I’ll play with it,” she said explaining, “but not in here.” she fingered her sex to make the point.  Nick nodded, “Ok.”
	Anna was still timid.  Nick scooted closer.  Anna eyed the one-eyed snake; she sighed deeply.  Her thoughts emptied centering solely on Nick’s dick.  Very-very timidly she reached out to take over masturbation.
	It made her giggle—the warmth of his cock in her fingers.
	Nick sat back; the ache in his loins was great.  He needed relief and simple jerking off wasn’t going to cut it.  ‘not here’…not in her pussy?  Well, there were two other holes…
	“I do you and then you do me.”
	“Huh?”
	“I-I’ll do that stuff we saw those hippies doing, you know—what the girl hippies were doing to the guys then you do me.”
	Nick still wasn’t too clear but he was in too much ache to balk.
	To his surprise—big surprise for Anna, too, she leaned down putting her lips to his cock.  Neither could breathe.  Nick held his breath; he didn’t know much about his Midwest cousin but he knew enough that she was smart; something of an environmentalist; cared more for animals than people; advocate for saving land for animals; and had little shame when it came to doing naughty stuff with a cousin.
	Anna pulled her head back.  She was sooo pretty!  In a plain sort of way.  Not striking, but the pretty girls he knew would never-never be in a situation like this.  Girls Nick knew would never-never-ever-ever go to the museums he had taken Anna too.  Never-never-ever-ever.  Anna was a cool girl.  She handled his cock, fingers wrapped about the five incher, seemed to examine it, then put her lips to it again taking the head into her mouth.
	Nick thought he would pass out.
	“It tastes weird!” Anna sitting up licking her lips and making a face.
	“I-I don’t know how those girls did it!” (practice)
	Nick didn’t care—just so long as she did it.
	With an almost exasperated sigh Anna went down again, this time taking the head and a bit o’ shaft.  She began bobbing her head and Nick felt a familiar surge.
	Should he tell her?  It was gross to him when he blew his load; how would she feel if he blasted that stuff into HER mouth?
	“I-I’m gonna—I’m gonna—oooooh—it’s cumming!  It’s cumming!”
	Anna pulled back just in the “nick” o’ time.  A mighty jut of boy spunk exploded from Nick’s dick.  Instant satisfaction.
	“Wow.” he said.  And THAT was just from a blowjob!
	“Holy shit!” Anna said uncharacteristically.
	“It’s cum.” Nick said.
	“It’s sperm.” Anna corrected.  Baby making stuff.
	And there was a lot of it.
	Nick wiped the goo off but there was still some seeping out.
	Looking to Anna’s sweet plain face—he wanted to fuck her other two holes…badly.  Anna needed a moment to adjust herself—then, to adjust her stance, er, to lay down, spread her legs, and wait.
	Nick was out of his mind.  Was she saying (without saying) that he could mount and fuck her like those hippies had done?  She said he could “do her”; “I do you and then you do me.” she said.
	On second thought; ‘she means to suck her like she sucked me.’
	He WAS curious about what all the hoopla was about licking a girl’s pussy was about.  It was kind of weird.  Way weird.  But Anna HAD sucked him.  Slowly he made the move putting his mouth to the girl’s willing cunt.  He noted it was not very hairy; nor was he.  There was a slight curious “scent” emitting from the cunny.  It was moist; he could see glistening of juices all around the opening of her poon.
	To describe it?  He couldn’t.  He had nothing to compare it to.  He had never eaten a girl’s cunt out before.  There was a little sensation growing in intensity as Nick’s tongue lashed about Anna’s sex.  Enthusiasm mounted for Nick as Anna began to thrash about and buck into his face.
	“Yes!” “Yes!” “YES!” Anna screamed.  She had frigged herself often but never to the degree Nick’s tongue was bringing her.  All that enthusiasm brought Nick to move up sliding his cock against her—not in her.  He began to grind but desperately wanted to fuck.  Anna clung to his arms and knew he was on the verge of entering her.
	“I-I don’t want to get pregnant.” Anna breathed.
	Nick didn’t have a condom, soooo…
	Fingering her asshole and Anna was shocked.  She had seen the hippie dude Oliver putting his dick into Joanna’s asshole.  Anna herself had no idea what that would feel like—and she was fairly certain that she didn’t want to.
	“I-I don’t know about this.” Anna said not knowing about sodomy.
	Nick was about to blast and he wanted it IN Anna.  Pussy, asshole, mouth, somewhere.  Anna somewhat relented and pulled her legs back angling her asshole for better access.  Nick didn’t pass it up and began prodding his cock therein.  But although his cock was hard and willing the girl’s turd chute was virginal and too tight for breeching.
	Back to humping her slit where he very nearly made entry.
	The look in Anna’s eyes gave both indications of pure fright and “fuck me—fuck me NOW!” And the more Nick hump—grinding his cock against her sensitive clit—the more the girl became more aroused and the “fuck me—fuck me NOW!” mentality increased dramatically.
	“Ok,” Anna said with mixed emotions, “you can do me—do me like those hippies.”
	Nick gulped and paused momentarily in his humping, “Y-you sure?”
	Anna nodded and worked her hand down between their sweaty bodies grasping his schlong and guiding it into her sex.
	Time for a break and switch scenes?
	No.
	Nick slid into the girl’s sex, met a little resistance, said “fuck it” and gave a mighty thrust destroying that resistance.  Natural instinct took over from there and like a cave-man got busy with the program that was sex.  It was way better than humping his bed or his hand—and even better than the partial blowjob.
	Anna’s take on her first time was a little traumatic.  She knew when her hymen was busted.  There was a mix of pleasure—and discomfort.  It wasn’t what she thought her first time would be like.  Nick was far from a hunky footballer; although she actually thought her first love would be more like her—a geek.
	Nick increased his lovemaking; his thoughts were wild and incoherent.
	And in less than a minute he was cumming.  He shuddered all over, his toes curled, eyes widened and experienced the most incredible orgasm in his young life (to this point.)  A great massive copious amount of “sperm” exploded into Anna’s cunt.  Nick felt like a dog—er, when normal dogs hook up.  He went catatonic pulling out shooting even MORE sperm onto Anna.
	Anna lay in a swatch of sex sweat.
	“Goddamn!” she said.
	Nick chuckled, “I’d better get you back home before you cuss up a storm.”
	Anna was speechless.  Nick found new joy in caressing her breasts.
	As they recovered from their first sexual experience, dressed,
	“You’d better not’ve gotten me pregnant!”

	Uncle Phil like to yap—about his customers, cars, the state of the union, the state of other unions, and stuff no one knew (or wanted to.)  Aunt Rose yapped about school—she was a teacher.  Another cousin lived with the family, plus a step-daughter from a previous marriage.  The cousin and step-daughter were young adults and had jobs and they yapped about them, too.
	All very entertaining for the visiting Anna.  Anna was an only child and dinners around the family table were usually rather quiet.  Then,
	Feeerrrrrrt!
	It just slipped out.  Anna tried to keep herself together—along with not releasing information that she was the offender.
	“Jesus!” bitched Uncle Phil, “Nickolas!”
	“Hey!” Nick retorted, “I did—” and looking to Anna he knew who let it rip, 	“I did it!” and was proud of it, too.  He was usually the culprit anyways.
	Later on after hours, “Why did you do that?” Anna asked.
	Nick shrugged, “You’re a guest and girls dont fart.  Besides,” he chided,
	“We had sex.”
	Anna blushed.
	Later-later on and Anna was on the can—and Nick knew it.  The floorboards in the hallway creaked giving his presence at the door away.  The hall bathroom door had a problem that it didn’t shut just right.  
	“W-who’s there?  I’m in here!” Anna called in slight fright.
	“It’s me.” Nick said to her.
	“Oh, ok.”
	“Can I come in?”
	Slight pause, “I’m—I’m on the toilet.”
	“So?” pause, “I’ve seen you naked.”
	Good point.  But let’s not be gross about it.
	“Ok.” She opened the door and Nick slipped in—giggling.
	Anna had her panties of peach color at her knees.  She had actually just finished her peeing (and tooting).  Nick stood a little nervous, gouging the heel of his hand (again) to his excited cock.
	“W-what?” Anna asked, “You gotta pee or something?”
	Or something.
	“Yeah, kinda.” then, “I did.”
	“What do you mean,” Anna quizzed, “you did?”
	“Well,” getting flustered, “this happened.” and he hauled out his meat stick Anna was all too familiar with.
	“I don’t understand.” she said eyeing the snake.
	“When a guy gets like this,” he said waggling his bone, “it cuts off his need to pee.” But he still had to pee!
	Slowly he began to tug on his erection—just inches from Anna’s face.
	Pursing her lips she sat, contemplated, held a pesky fart, contemplated some more—then sighed.  Her fingers wrapped about the boy’s tool, squeezed, then went up and down the shaft.  Nick stepped closer and Anna put her lips to his already glistening knob.
	“Eweew!” the girl said.
	“Sorry.” Nick said.
	Anna pulled back; the light in the bathroom was poor but good enough to use the toilet and wash the hands.  She licked the piss slit splooge and wasn’t sure if she liked it or should throw up and retch.  It was a curious taste.  She decided to take the self-challenge and roll her tongue about the slick crown, then the ridge, then take the whole head thing into her mouth.
	Nick’s eyes fluttered—along with his heart.
	Anna slowly took more and more of Nick’s dick.  The taste wasn’t as bad as it had been.  It reminded her curiously of—of—of string cheese!  There was a gag reflex that couldn’t be helped.  She sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and Nick came and came.
	“OH!  YUCK!” the splash of sperm ejaculated into her mouth coating her tonsils.  The relief was fantastic!  For Nick.
	“Sorry,” he said apologetically, “really sorry.” The cum/sperm just came and came and came.  Anna stood up retching into the toilet.
	“I-I don’t think I’m going to get used to that.”
	Nick stood back leaning against the dirty clothes hamper noting Anna’s ass.  She had pulled her panties up but was holding up her long tee-shirt she slept in.
	After the flush and washing of hands,
	“Come on, show you something.”
	The two slipped out of the apartment to the rooftop.  There and the lights of the city could be seen.  It was after midnight and quite pretty.  The only spoil of the atmosphere was the stench of the garage, below, the junkyard next door, and the wafting of the zoo down the street.  Other than that…
	There were some crappy lounge chairs that once reclined one could stare up to the sky above.  Millions of stars were twinkling—it was kind of breathtaking.
	“Wow.” Anna said.
	“Ditto.”
	A shooting star got the two in the wow-factor but after that the mood was kind of ho-hum.  Sirens blared down the street, the stench of smoke overpowered the other unpleasant stenches.
	“Soooo, you want to do it again?” Anna asked.  (for your information, you never have to ask a guy that question.)
	“Ok.” Nick said shrugging indifference.
	Anna slipped off her long tee-shirt and shucked her panties.
	“No one can see us here, right?”
	Nick shrugged and looked around, “I don’t think so.” Accept for the perv across the street with the binoculars who checked out the ‘hos on the street corner; no, no one could see them.
	“And no one (of your family) comes up here, right?”
	“Right.” Occasionally a family came up to the rooftop deck to see a flurry of meteors or to get away from the family strife.  Occasionally.
	Naked in the lounge chair that was folded down and Anna began fingering herself.  Nick stripped off his own tee-shirt and cut off sweat pants and then his undies.  Although mostly dark, Anna could tell that her cousin had a boner.
	Wrapping her fingers about it she gave it a good stroking with a loving touch.  A gentle squeeze at the base and then she was once more sucking it.  The lounge chair, not a chaise lounge, began making sounds of impending doom (collapse).  Wisely the two moved to rooftop flooring that was of a “composite” material.  With their clothes for knee protection Anna returned to servicing (and pleasing) her cousin Nick.
	And he was pleased.
	The girl was no pro but she wasn’t bad.  All the way down—then most the way up.  She sucked and sucked and sucked then pulled all the way out to simply grin and masturbate the cock.
	“Are you going to shoot that stuff out?”
	In some agony, “Almost!”
	Anna preferred it elsewhere rather than in her mouth—and vagina.  She squeezed the cousin’s cock, jacked him, squeezed, and quickly worked his organ until a blast of fresh hot spunk spewed onto her face.
	“Ooooh!  Gross!” there was a lot of it and then even some more.
	Using her own panties she wiped the goo off of her face.  Then she laid herself out on their clothes, spread her legs, and conveyed “get after it.”  Of which Nick wasted no time.  He firstly went down on her, licking her already moist cunt.  Anna felt a sudden jazz throughout her young body.  Her nipples hardened and the sensation from her cunny exploded ten-fold.
	“Oh God!” she uttered.  Her breathing became labored and Nick finally licked his fill and moved up slipping into her pussy his throbbing dong.  It was even better than the first time—just hours earlier.  All Anna could say was repeatedly “Oh!  God!”  Gripping Nick’s arms she clung on, clenching her pussy, wrapping her legs about his, bucking into him, everything.
	Anna saw more shooting stars.  Whether they were in the sky or not remained unclear.  Nick came in under two minutes.  He melted instantly; the tingling his cock transmuted all over his body.
	“Jesus!” he blurted as he felt wave after wave of sperm squirting from his cock.
	“Ditto.” giggled Anna.

All good things must cum to an end
	The following day, and the days that followed for a week, saw Anna and Nick roaming the streets of the City completing Anna’s research project on her mother—a mother she never met.  Long story; Anna’s mother didn’t tell Anna’s dad she was pregnant.  Then, a tragedy and Anna’s mother was shuffled off this mortal coil before they (Anna/mother) could meet.  It was learned that Anna’s mother was in a traveling troupe of players; they acted, sang folk songs, did folksy things.  The beginnings were in the City where many theatres fondly remembered the tall red haired woman who could “knock ‘em dead” each and every night with her performances.
	Anyway, project complete—a school project of “who do you most admire and why.”  A week was all she could spend, school was out for a week for undisclosed reason.  The following Saturday came and it was time to go.
	A touching time it was at the airport; the cousins who had hardly known each other now faced unwanted separation.  The goodbye sentiments had been exchanged with the aunt and uncle and they wisely left the two cousins to their own goodbyes.
	“You’re going to have to come out and see me,” Anna said holding back her girlish emotions, “I got shit you aint never seen!”
	The two bantered back and forth, slugging one another, giggling, reminiscing over all the sex they had had.
	Then the announcer blared that Anna’s flight was ready for boarding.
	“Shit.” Anna said disgruntled.
	“Ditto.” giggled Nick.
	“Well, see ya later fartface.”
	“Asta la viesta, booger butt!”
	“Au revoir, Major Body Odor!”
	“And farewell, Captain Cumstain!”
	“Up yours, President—”
	“FLIGHT 209 TO OMAHA NOW BOARDING GATE 12.”
	The two stopped their banter, hugged, and briefly pecked one another.
	Nick watched his cousin scamper off watching dat ass!  They HAD kissed, earlier, thru the week, during another of their sex sessions on the rooftop deck.  He liked it—and was fairly certain that Anna did too.  He liked that butt.  He knew that somehow he had to come up with the airfare to get him to Nebraska.  He had tap dat ass!
	(As Anna made her turn from Nick to make her flight—she farted.)

Intermission
	Emissions
	For the price of a quarter you get twenty-five cents.
	But with taxes, inflation, FICA, net sum is five cents.  Spend wisely.

Onion & Chuckles
	Warning:  Onion and Chuckles should not be allowed on the same planet at the same time!
	After the movie, Anna Cums to the West, the audience members were treated to snacks.  Then it was back to the usual for the captive household.  Virus had no preference but had taken to Natalya.  As with most of the children, Natalya was frightened.  The viewing of the movies had filled her head with an enormous amount of extraordinary wow.  She was pretty much stunned.

	Rocky liked the company of Christine, the plain twelve year old was lily white from head to toe.  Frightened out of her mind and equally filled to the brim with the movies she had just watched, the girl complied whole heartedly with Rocky’s desires.  Mostly the stone faced man whose face was heavily pitted liked to feel the girl out, spank, and jam his fingers as many as possible into her pussy and asshole.
	Not wanting an ass busting, Adam complied with Rocky’s command to put his thirteen year old tool into ten year old Kathleen.  First her mouth, then her pussy, then her ass.  The boy managed to keep from cumming until pumping steadily into the young girl’s dirt chute.  There was no denying the good feelings stemming from cumming.
	The other boys, Hu, Scott, and Turk all were conscripted into boning the girls; boning, spanking, peeing, boning, spanking, peeing, boning, spanking, peeing.  The boys would otherwise enjoy the sexual deviancy; but the forcing and the other stuff—peeing on them and spanking was a bit much.  
	One by one (by one, by one by one—) the temporary household inhabitants were put thru sexual deviancy most high.  Rim jobs all around—the boys licked the dirt holes of the girls and the girls did likewise unto the boys.  Then, every girl; Natalya, Kathleen, Angelica, Christine, Nadia, Carrie, and Myra sucked the dong of every boy; Adam, Hu, Scott, Louis, and Turk.  The boys, in turn, sucked the cunts of all the aforementioned girls.  Adam and Hu  came off in two of the girls they serviced.  Louis and Turk “almost” came but didn’t achieve.
	Just before settling down for the next movie, Venger’s minions Onion and Chuckles arrived bringing newcomers.  A boatload of newcomers!  A whole family including the mother!  OH!  A nice mix of nationalities, too; Mexican, Chinese, Korean, African-American; from as young as eight years to as old as fourteen.  Boys, too!
	Virus and Rocky helped escort the newcomers to a selected room for “introductions.”  The group had already been somewhat introduced to the wicked ways of Venger’s minions, now there was a follow-up to “fix” their minds to be more accepting and manageable.
	Heather Betterhome looked like a frightened animal in a cage.  Her son, thirteen year old Lake, looked like he was a frightened animal in a trap.  Eleven year old Eloise was a caged animal in a trap.  The youngest, eight year old Lucy, seemed to be just frightened.  She clutched to her a small teddy bear.  She had a huge wet spot betwixt her legs where she had pissed herself—repeatedly.  The family had already been put thru their paces—accosted by Onion and Chuckles.
	In the “Introduction Room” the family was more put thru accosting.
	“Take off your clothes.” (again) spoke a voice from the darkness.

	The room was fairly large; there were no windows and the door was “secret.”  The floor was thick plush carpeting, no furniture but single wide beds with mattress cover on a sponge mattress.  There was light from a recessed light in the ceiling.  That was it.  The ride from where they had been to where they were was half an hour?  An hour?  Heather Betterhome wasn’t sure; she saw others in the vehicle she suspected was a van or something.  No adults, just teenagers.
	Just after arriving home from a day’s outing with her children and her world became a nightmare. She had no control over the evil forces that surrounded her.  She had to watch in horror as her children were forced to perform sex acts on one another.  It was sickening, appalling, horrifying.  And she was powerless to do anything.
	After they had all shed their clothes, eleven year old Eloise had to suck her brother’s cock.  He was thirteen, just turned thirteen the previous weekend.  And under duress, while one of the bastard men holding eight year old Lucy swatting her ass, Lake confessed that he and Eloise were “fooling around.”  For a year or so the two had been touching and feeling one another; mutual masturbation.  And only recently had Eloise began sucking Lake’s cock.  He paid her to do so using his allowance and doing so many odd jobs around the neighborhood.
	“Did you lick her pussy?” asked one of the men.
	Lake refused to answer; but one of the men holding Lucy began busting her ass with his hand.
	“YES!  YES, GOD-FUCKING-DAMN IT!”
	Lake didn’t cum in his sister’s mouth.  She sucked for several minutes then pulled away gasping for air.  Heather begged and attention turned to her.  How many men there were in her house she didn’t know.  She hoped to reason with them—but knew in her heart that they were beyond reasoning.
	“Suck your son’s dick.” commanded one of the men.  By his voice he sounded black, but she wasn’t sure.  There was a hint of a Southern accent, though.
	When Lucy screamed to the point where she couldn’t scream anymore Heather performed fellatio on her son.  He almost very nearly came off then.  The boy admitted (again under duress) that he had never fucked his sister—but—BUT he wanted to!  In actuality, he wanted to fuck ANY girl!
	Well, his MOM was a girl!
	Heather knew the men had lost their minds; she also was aware that they had some sort of mind controlling device.
	‘Get on the bed, spread your legs.’ It was a horrible thing to be told to do.  But a “magical” power compelled her.  It was like an invisible force, like very powerful men wrestling her into position.
	Lake then was compelled to get on her and—
	‘Fuck.’
	The fresh teenager entered the womb that he bore him life and began to pump—while his sniveling crying sisters watched from behind.  One men, the one who had swatted Lucy so hard, was behind the little girl with golden locks, fingering her pussy.  Lake watched from over his shoulder as he put his tool to his mom’s pussy.  His mom was fraught with delirium and clung to her son.  All she could do was endure.  It would be over soon—she hoped.  She knew, too, that the men probably would take their turn at her.  Probably.
	After Lake got his nuts off and came in his mother’s pussy—
	“Show us how you lick your sister’s pussy!” snorted one of the men.
	Lake shook his head—he wasn’t going to do that.
	So the man holding Lucy convinced him otherwise.
	While little Lucy screamed while her ass was being smacked, Lake went down on his sister Eloise.  The trembling upset girl lay naked on the bedroom floor clenching the carpet fibers into her fingers.  Lake tongued his sister for several minutes crying and wishing he had the strength to do something.
	“Is your cock hard, boy?” asked one of the salty men.
	Lake looked down to his dangling pecker and nodded that it was so.
	“Never waste a boner, boy,” snickered one of the men, “fuck her!”
	“Oh GOD, NO!” exclaimed Heather.
	Eloise also excised that sentiment.
	But the silent screams of eight year old Lucy put Lake into putting his boner into his sister.  And there, after several earnest minutes, he did cum.  He pumped hard, like he did his bed.  The relief of doing so in a girl’s pussy was da bomb!  For a brief moment it mattered not that it was his sister he had just cum off in.  then,
	Eloise was too upset to sit up and watch, but on his knees, Lake watched as a man he couldn’t describe did so mount his mother and began fucking her.  Looking away briefly he saw the man who had been holding and spanking Lucy was naked himself and his cock was hard between the girl’s legs.  
	“Turn over.” The man with Lucy said to Eloise.
	Crying, sniveling, carrying on, the eleven year old with long brown hair, rolled over.  She was further ordered “put your ass up!”  When she did so,
	“Lick her hole!”
	Lake’s mind couldn’t take much more.  The concept had never come to him, he had never heard of licking out a girl’s poop hole.  She pooped from there!  The most he knew was that a girl could suck a guy’s dick, a guy could lick out a girl’s pussy, and they could fuck.  In regards to the girl’s asshole?  Nothing.
	But Lake licked his sister’s shitter—then, fucked it.
	And while he did so, little Lucy was laid out on the carpet, the naked man who had been holding and abusing her put his nut sac into her mouth, held her legs back, and began fingering her pussy.
	Lake was horrified—to some extent.  Pissed off highly with only a smattering of enthusiasm.  The man who had been fucking his mother got off and stood straddling Eloise—his huge man cock was right at young Lake’s face.  He was thirteen but still looked twelve.  A fresh face, blond hair unlike his sisters, and very boyish.
	“Suck it!” he was told.
	Lake retched; he had never-ever-never sucked a dude’s dick.
	But he sucked this one.
	And he vomited.
	Thankfully he managed not to spew onto his sister.
	Afterwards and the family dressed and were loaded into a vehicle.  They were blindfolded and bound hand and foot.  Along the way and others came into the van (and some were already there.)

Getting to know you
	Heather came around to her senses—slowly.  Her family was with her, naked, mindless, numb.  Then there was a room full of others, mostly girls, mostly in their teens.  All were naked.  No windows, no doors, no furniture but two single beds.  There was bedding, blankets, and quilts on the deep plush carpeted floor.  A light was in the ceiling, the only light.
	Lake looked to his mother when he was aware that she was aware.
	“We’re fucked.” he said in a matter-of-fact voice.
	Usually she would admonish her teenage son for his language; but,
	“I agree.”
	A door did appear as if by magic.  Two men appeared at the door, one stayed at the door with some sort of “object” in his hand that was at his side.  Heather couldn’t describe the man if she tried—and she did try.  The second man entered the room, looked over the inhabitants, then spoke:
	“Very simply, do as you are told—when you are told to do it and there wont be a problem.  Do not be a problem and there wont be a problem.  Punishment for being a problem will be swift—and painful.  Clear?”
	The inhabitants of the room nodded, including Heather and her son.
	“Do as you are told,” the man continued, “and this little hiccup in your otherwise peaceful boring life will be over.” pause for dramatic effect “Do not do as you are told—when you are told to do it—and your otherwise peaceful life will be over.”
	The man’s tone and repetitive statement didn’t sit well with Heather.  What hell was she and her family to endure?  Already they had gone thru too much.  It was insanity.  Heather hoped to hold on to her sanity.  But the prospects didn’t look good.
	Heather held her stomach watching as an Asian boy about thirteen stood and a red haired girl also about thirteen began sucking his dick—as per the command from the man who had given the “problem” decree.  “don’t be one—and there wont be one”.
	Another boy, maybe fourteen or so, stood and a girl about the same age began playing with his dick and balls.  Then she sucked him but after bobbing her head up and down and getting him sufficiently hard, she turned around, got on her knees, spread her cheeks, and the boy put his face between those spread cheeks.  He began licking her asshole for at least a minute.  Then, he put into her dirt chute his freshly slobbered on cock.
	The remaining members of the room watched—some in awe, some in disgust.  Most were still in fear and confusion over their circumstances.  So lost in thought was Heather that she didn’t realize her son Lake had gotten up and was having his dick sucked by a Mexican looking girl.  The boy nervously and shyly looked to his mother, then his sisters who were clinging to one another.  
	Then, the red haired girl and a blond haired girl, both thirteen, did a 69er.
	The boys, Logan, Ang, Jerry, and Lake, watched in awe having never seen such a performance.  Two more girls were directed to do same.  Eloise and a girl about her age were also so directed.  Heather, of course, begged the man “directing” for her daughter.
	A hard glare from the man put Heather’s back against the wall.  She could only watch as her eleven year lay on top of another girl engaging in the immoral act of 69.  Maggie Myrann, thirteen, wriggled underneath her friend, Nadine Oneback.  Maggie, a flaming red haired girl and Nadine were not actually “friends.”  They were not enemies but they were not friendly towards one another.  Each tried to best the other at the school; in classes, class projects, school projects, and especially boyfriends.  Nadine, black, was tall, very-very pretty, whimpered as she licked out Maggie’s virtually hairless cunt.  The man who had directed them to perform the 69er came up to them, got on his knees and began spanking Nadine’s ass.
	Heather watched as the man masturbated; he was naked.  She didn’t realize the man had taken his clothes off—or was he already naked when he came in?  She thought he was clothed in a 3-piece business suit.  Maybe not.  Anyways, the man shuffled around to Nadine’s face having her suck his manhood.  Meanwhile, Lake was directed to come over and “lick her butthole!”
	Lake did so, he didn’t like it much but he didn’t want to be a “problem.”
	After licking for about a minute—“fuck it.”
	It was appalling to Lake—but he wasn’t opposed.  He put his dick into the girl’s virgin asshole and began vigorously pumping.  In the girl’s mouth the Director, Chuckles, pumped her mouth filling it with spew minutes later.
	It didn’t get any better for Heather.  Or her daughter, Eloise.
	A hard stare kept Heather from being a problem but she was damn close to becoming one—this after Eloise was directed to leave her mother’s side and straddle the thirteen year old Chinese boy, Ang.  Then, with his dick seated into her vagina, the black boy, Jerry, entered her asshole.
	“Oh God!” blurted Heather—“NOOOOOOO!” she wept uncontrollably.
	Lake seemed defeated; he had spilled his spew in some girl’s pussy and tried not to look at the double teaming his sister was engaged in.  Two girls, Erica and Nellie, were engage in a sixty-niner, weeping, cringing, and being the girl on top, Nellie, was being spanked.
	Both Erica and Nellie were also not so nice to one another; they were twelve and sometimes childish in their actions.  They mostly tried to outdo one another in all aspects of their young lives—their style of dress, hairdos, boyfriends.  Scholastically they were not so hot, Cs and Bs the best they could do.  Erica, a very pretty girl with very long blond hair, a stylish girl who chose her own fashion destiny with layer clothing, pop-hot color schemes wept uncontrollably as she licked out Nellie’s barely hairy pussy.
	Nellie, having wavy/curly dark hair was a little smarter than Erica, but lacked social skills and sucked at any sports requiring a “ball.”  Her breasts were more developed and physically overall she was more developed than Erica.  As she licked on Erica’s smooth virtually hairless pussy—she was spanked, fingered (in the bung hole) and force fed the Director’s cock.
	After Eloise was double teamed, the other man who had been at the door took her out of the room—much to Heather’s dismay.
	“Leave her alone!” screamed Heather.  “Bring her back!” and “Don’t hurt my baby!” all to no avail.  Hard looks from the two naked men did not deter the distraught woman.  She continued her demands but eventually broke down crying knowing that she would probably never see her daughter again.
	Then, the boys lined up before her.
	“Suck ‘em.” said the first man.
	“Bring back my daughter!” demanded Heather.  She was in no position to bargain or make demands—but fuck it, she did so anyways.
	“Suck them,” said the Director, “and she will be back.”  Maybe not all in one piece…
	Closing her eyes she took the first boy, Logan.  His cock had just cum off in some girl.  It wasn’t too vile but not overly pleasant, either.  She sucked him until he was hard, then she suckled his fuzzy nuggets then went on to service the next boy.  This boy, fourteen year old Jerry, had just fucked the Mexican girl, Constance—in the ass.  His cock was soiled and kinda yucky.  Heather retched almost uncontrollably as she sucked the foul stained schlong.
	Next was the Chinese boy, Ang followed by her own son, Lake.
	Ang didn’t cum but Lake did.  He couldn’t help it.
	“Sorry, Mom.” He said as he ejaculated filling her mouth with young boy cum.  She caressed his ass, suckled his sweaty musty nut sac, and managed to keep herself from puking.
	It wasn’t over.
	“Lay down.”
	“Oh God!” Heather said.  She knew what was next.

And now, back to our movie
	(after this brief intermission interruption)
	Heather sat numb; mind, body, and definitely soul.  There were four boys in the room with her; a white boy, a Chinese boy, a black boy, and her son.  Logan was the white boy who was fourteen (but looked thirteen!) and had very boyish features—but amazingly had a more than average penis for his age.  He was first to put it into Heather’s pussy and fuck until he came.  His bare ass was swatted with a belt while he did so.
	When he pulled out from cumming off, Heather’s mindless daughter, Eloise, sucked it.  Then the Chinese boy came to slid his cock into the woman; he was not a virgin and had fucked two girls from his class.  He was thirteen and had an “average” dick length for his age.  He got his nuts off in 2-minutes!  Another girl, Maggie, sucked his dick after taking it out of the woman’s cunt.
	The black boy came nextly and didn’t cum for almost four minutes!  And when he did—there was a lot of it!  He virtually collapsed afterwards; the twelve year old Nellie sucked his dick and then it was Heather’s son, Lake who took up the incestuous connection.  He apologized to his mother while he fucked her; Heather couldn’t conjure words so she conveyed as much thru her eyes—“it’s alright.”
	At the three minute mark he came off giving all that he had left in his balls.
	The Mexican girl, Constance, sucked his dick and then—
	Another Chinese boy, and four—FOUR white boys came and took up position between Heather’s legs and fucked her fully filling her cunny with gobs of cum.  This time and a girl came to sit on Heather’s face and go down on the boy when he pulled out.  Heather had to lick the girl’s pussy.  The boys who fucked Heather also got their asses belted.
	When that was done, Heather was pulled up to a standing position.  She wavered as she stood and felt ill.  One of the men escorted her to the bathroom across the hall placing her into the shower.  While she rinsed off the grime from having sex with all those boys, the boys were served water and soda.
	Half an hour later and another round of water and sodas.

	The girls also got drinks—and when the need to use the bathroom came along—they all had to wait.  Meanwhile, Heather was taken to another room where Onion and Chuckles had their way with her.  Onion went first and seemed to be a loving fellow.  He wasn’t violent but he was deliberate.  He pulled out a couple of times to fuck her gash.  His face—his stone cut face frightened Heather.  Those eyes!  They were cold cobalt blue and they stared straight thru her!
	After the man had gotten his rocks off, the other man took his turn.  Firstly, in the mouth.  Heather retched and gagged as the man’s penis was foul—it had been in one hole or another of various kids and hadn’t been washed off.  But she sucked and sucked, then sucked the man’s hairless nads before being positioned on her hands and knees.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Heather, “Not there!”
	Yes there.  Chuckles smacked the woman’s ass with his bare hands turning the flesh red in ten hard swats.  Each swat made her jolt and cringe.  Finally the swatting ceased and the deranged motherfucker entered her asshole.  Her asshole was virginal and denied her son easy access.  A swat to his ass with a belt compelled him to try harder.  He finally managed and began sodomizing his mother turd way with great gusto.
	The boy heaved and sweated profusely after several minutes of butt fucking and struggling to cum.  He finally managed and sat back watching his spunk ooze out of her hole.
	“Lick it clean, boy,” said gruffly one of the men “lick it clean!”
	Lake’s eyes widened.  There was no way—no way!  His own sperm?  Eewew!  And ewewew!  And spew!  And ewewe!  The boy shook his head showing great alarm at the request.
	“Then suck my dick!”
	Some choice.
	Lake looked to his mother shit hole oozing his cum and then the man’s cock—also oozing cum.  Closing his eyes he took the man, Onion’s cock and sucked it.  He retched and gagged (but didn’t vomit this time.) 
	“You suck some dick before?” Onion asked.
	Under duress, with a belt lashing his ass, Lake admitted that he had sucked his best friend’s cock—just to see what it was like.  He had also sucked a dude’s dick at summer camp the previous year.  With his best friend they further experimented with sodomy, too!  But their virgin holes and unsureness denied fully completing that deed.
	Onion creamed into the young boy’s mouth and then watched as both men double teamed the distraught woman—Onion ramming his rod into the woman’s pussy and Chuckles shoving his fuck stick into her puckering asshole.

	When passing an open room back to the Introduction Room, Heather saw her youngest, Lucy, in a room with other young boys and girls.  As many as five boys from six to nine years young were lined up as the child lay on a mattress on the floor.  Heather paused to watch in horror as one boy after another took a turn fucking her.  Other girls about the same age sat squatting, curled up in fetal positions, watching—waiting.
	Back into the bathroom Heather was taken.  It had been two hours since the boys and girls had had their refreshments and the need to “go” was dire agony.
	“If you pee before you are told to do so,” warned Onion, “you will be punished.”
	It was hard to do to keep from peeing, especially the girls.
	Into the shower Heather did go, and onto her knees facing outward.  The boys came and “showered” her with their pee.  A “golden shower”.  What relief!  What disgust!  After each boy had thoroughly whizzed all over the woman’s face, breasts, and pussy, she sucked their dick.
	Then Heather laid down in shower and the girls came in one by one squatting onto the woman’s face and relieving themselves.  After their pee, Heather licked their cunnies.

	The boys, Logan Mook, Ang Wu-tang, Jerry Joseph, and Lake Betterhome, were filed out of the Intro room and into the hallway.  All had been belted more than they cared for—their asses would sting for quite some time to cum.  They showered, straddling the pissed on Heather while they did so.  Then they dried off and fearing another lashing covered their asses as they went back out into the hallway.  Onion addressed them,
	“On your honor, you will go into this room, and FUCK the girls inside.  Mouth, pussy, and asshole.  At least one of those you will cum in.  If you can manage to cum in one of the other holes—that would be great.  If not, fuck for three minutes.”
	“EACH of you will FUCK each of the girls!  But take your time, I know it is exhausting work.  But get it done, you have the next few hours to complete the assignment.”
	The boys entered the room and had their breaths taken—the girls inside were young.  Very young.  The youngest was about six, the oldest about eight.  Pussy, mouth, asshole.  Cum in at least one hole.  Fuck EACH and every girl.  
	Oh-my-God!
	The girls lined up in the hallway.  Their shielded their bare asses; asses that had been brutally belted on their way out.  Each girl stood, or bent over and was swatted five times with a belt.  After lining up in the hall they entered the bathroom again and like the boys, straddled the woman lying in the shower and rinsed off.
	After drying they lined up outside in the hall.
	“In this room are some boys,” said the naked black man, Onion, “you will each suck them.  Each boy you will suck for a full five minutes; for two minutes you will suckle his nut sack, for one minute you will lick his asshole.”
	The girls grabbed their stomachs at the pending horror.
	“Then, you will have them have sex with you.  Each boy you will have fuck you—five minutes.”  It also went for pounding their assholes, too.  The girls gathered themselves and stepped into the room.  They were appalled and horrorfied.
	Little boys.
	Six years to nine years.
	“You have two hours to complete this mission.”
	“If you fail, you will be punished.”
	Beside and the man called Chuckles, chuckled.  A stopwatch was provided and a black curtain was closed where a door to the room was supposed to be.  
	“How are we going to do this?” whined thirteen year old Karyn.
	“I don’t know,” said Helga, “but we are.  I don’t want to be punished.”
	“Yeah,” chimed in Virginia, “no telling what this fucked up men will do to us.”
	“I don’t want to find out.” said Constance.
	“Me, either.” was the sentiment for all of them and they began sucking the boys and following the commands to fulfil their “mission.”

And now, back to our movie without further interruption
	Opening scene:  quaint wooden clapboard room with many-many bookcases.
	The theme of the room was nautical.  (the naughty cums later)
	In the upper corners was fisherman’s netting filled with life-like sharks, large squids, and whales.  On the outside of the netting were a bevy of starfish, shells, blowfish, and spears.  On an ornate cherry wood desk were brass instruments; weather/humidity set, anchors, ship’s wheel, shit like that.
	A man sat at the desk in a leather high back chair with arms that could be pushed down—you’ll see why in a moment.  The man had a bit of a beard, gray; mutton chops like Elvis, Roy Clark, Southern/Northern generals of the US unCivil war.  He wore faded bib overalls, had some jowls, not heavy set but he was big fella.  Scribbling on a notepad the man looked up to see a girl about eleven at the open door.
	Capt. Jonas Halfmast looked up to see her.  His granddaughter, Ally.
	The dark haired girl appeared to be nervous; she had a tick about putting her fist against the side of her face seemingly chewing.  She also wore bib overalls, girlie type with a pink undershirt.  No shoes, no socks.  Underwear?  Let’s see…
	Slowly the girl made the long trek across the room to the desk.
	An itch caused her to scratch—her butt.  Her lips were pursed, her coal dark eyes cold and staring.  Jonas sat back in his chair, looked the girl over, met her cold eyes with his own navy blue eyes.  Patting his thigh he indicated for the girl to come hither.  With a silent personal sigh she moved around the corner of the desk and approached him still chewing on her cheek.
	“Broken window—”
	“It was an accident!” Ally complained.
	“You were throwing the ball in the backyard.”
	Ally shrugged, bowed her head, sighed in a slight huff.
	“Roughhousing with boys.”
	“They started it!” bitched the girl defending herself.
	“I know you are tomboy but you are still a girl!” he shook his head at her being sincere.  Ally showed little remorse for her actions.
	“And lastly, pilfering from your mother’s purse.” That was a biggie.
	Ally said nothing for that one.
	“So, he said sitting up straight, “do you think you should be punished?”
	Ally shrugged.
	“I haven’t told you mother and I replaced what you took out of my own pocket.”
	Ally ran her fingers thru her thick soft jet black hair that covered her ears.
	A moment passed; then,
	“Take ‘em down.”
	Ally knew that was coming.  She unhitched the brass buckle holding up the overall and it fell away.  Other than her pinkish tee-shirt—pinkish panties!  Jonas looked her over centering his attention on her crotch.  A hand came to her ass, smoothing over the pinkish panty as well as pulling her in close.
	‘Assume the position!’ Jonas conveyed.
	Ally sighed conveying ‘goddamn it.’
	Down she lay across her grandpa’s lap.  The man made small circles about her ass, squeezed a cheek, then began patting.  Ally fidgeted, then farted.  Jonas chuckled then swatted the girl’s hinny.   Her legs flailed managing to kick off her overalls.  Another swat landed being a little harder than the previous.  Jonas moved his hand over the cheeks; Ally chewed on her face cheek.
	Slipping a hand inside the pinkish panty and Jonas was transfixed on the deed at hand.  And the hand moved over both cheeks reeling in the intensity of the heat thereon.  A finger slipped into the crack finding the clenching anus within.  Looking at the brass time piece on the desk he noted that there was time—plenty of time for shipboard shenanigans.  The girl’s mother, his daughter, wasn’t due home for two more hours!
	The panties were slipped down exposing all of the ass.  Jonas smoothed his hand over the cheeks then landed a significant swat.  The swat significantly jolted Ally but the girl did not cry out.  She never did.  Another swat followed by another before the girl began twisting indicating that there she was reaching the apex of pain tolerance.
	The pinkish panties were slid off and Ally stood up rubbing her ass.  Jonas slipped off the girl’s shirt.  There was boobage there, but nothing to get excited about.  On her bare naked pussy there were few pubage, too.  Jonas smiled, caressed the girl’s ass, then her breasts, then guided her between his legs and hefted her up onto the desk.
	Ally parted her legs, sighed, waited a moment, then laid down across the desk between the time piece and the brass framed picture of her grandpa’s old fishing boat.
	Jonas stood and unhitched his own overalls.  His cock was hard and right up against his granddaughter’s pussy it went.  Up and down the slit he moved the bulbous tip, poking into the girl’s sex but not making full vaginal entry—not just yet.  First, there was some spanking.  Jonas smacked his cock against Ally’s cunt, gouged her entrance, then slid his dick up and down—up and down—UP and DOWN.  All the while and Ally fidgeted on the desk, arching her back, curling her toes, farting.
	Jonas made entry sliding only part way in.  Camera zooms in tight on the man’s cock going into the girl’s cunny.  He pulls out again to glide up and down the girl’s trembling poon, then shoves it back in to begin pumping.
	Pump! Pump! Pump!
	Ally clung to the desk, she twisted her young body, mostly her head.  Not a sound did she make (but she didn’t fart!)  There were some grunts from the girl, her nipples got hard, and she did undulate as she achieved orgasm.  Her grandfather got his orgasm—he nearly passed out!  But he didn’t, he pulled out squirting the rest of this ooze onto her pussy.  He masturbated rubbing his cock into his own ooze.  Ally sat up; she fingered herself a bit, closed her legs and looked anxious (that or she had to pee.)
	Jonas stood back and off to the side manhandling his cock.  Not a word was said.  Ally slid off the desk, lightly/methodically fingered her pussy, eyed casually her grandpa’s cock; then, with yet another sigh went to her knees and took the member into her mouth neverminding the cum coating or her own pussy juices.
	Fade to black
	Fade in…some hours later and Ally passed by her sister’s small bedroom.
	Grandpa Jonas was within reading little sister Joanna a bedtime story.
	The child of five was clad in a yellow mid-thigh length nightgown; her matching yellow panties were at her knees.  
	Whether or not Jonas knew Ally was at the door or not was not known; he didn’t look up or acknowledge her.  Ally paused a moment longer then went on.
	Fade out
	Fade in…Ally again pausing at the door; Jonas still reading a bedtime story; Joanna’s panties at her ankles.
	Fade out
	Fade in…panties off; legs open; child asleep.
	Fade out
	Fade in…Joanna naked on her bed.  Grandpa Jonas masturbating.  He cums shooting the goo directly onto the girl’s pussy.  Looking over his shoulder he nods to Ally who comes in chewing on the side of her face.  She’s wearing a long off-pink tee-shirt of which she pulls off revealing her nakedness.  
	Jonas flops his saucy schlong and Ally goes down on it.  She sucks on the head bobbing her head back and forth but doesn’t do much more than that.  She does go all the way down before pulling back, licking her lips, then going onto the bed to lick the splooge off of her sister’s pussy.
	Jonas licks the girl’s asshole, shoves a finger into hole, then pats the girls inner thighs to get her to part her legs.  Then, while she’s cleaning her sister’s cunt, Jonas enters the girl’s ass (with his cock) and butt fucks her heartily.
	Fade out.

*

Wingnut and Waffle House
	“Hey, Waffles!” said a perky Travis, “Wanna go with me today out to the back forty?”
	Waffles, otherwise known as Ariel, brightened and was nodding her twelve year old head before she could utter “Yes!” and not just “Yes” but a heart “HELL YES!” Travis “Wingnut” was a family friend, the boyfriend of Ariel’s sister, Amanda.  They lived in an between the “county” and the “city.”  A dirt track race track was nearby, a large operating oilfield, lots of rolling hills—some bare, some with wildflowers.  Some deep gullies, dry washes, abandoned mines.  Lots of cows, lots of fences.  It was the cows and the fences that needed tending to.  With cattle rustling on the rise in the known parts of the area it was wise for the landowners having cattle to have the herd checked as well as the fences.
	First off, though, was to the Waffle House.  Ariel loved waffles and could devour them two at a time every day of the week.  She was amazing!  She was twelve and despite her appetite for waffles—she was quite small in all directions.  Very friendly, full of energy, good personality, a sweet girl who didn’t curse, make people mad, break windows, or fart in other’s presence.
	Travis was a bit of a cowboy; he was in a local junior rodeo circuit, worked on a cattle ranch, had a goat-roper pick-up, wore a cowboy hat 24/7—the only times the hat was off was when he was bathing, swimming, or sleeping.
	After devouring TWO whole cinnamon waffles topped with strawberries and a generous slathering of strawberry syrup the two were off.  A twenty minute ride out to the turn-off out of the city to the country road then thirty minutes out to the cattle ranch road turn-off.  Ten more minutes out to the turn-off to the dirt road up into the hilly country that nestled against the bigger hills where the tree line began.
	“Twenty-five on this side!” Ariel said.
	Travis jotted down the number; he had 20 on his side.
	“Damn it!” said Travis, part of the barbed wire fence was down.
	He didn’t know if it were rustlers, poachers, or assholes.
	With Ariel along it didn’t take long to fix the fence.  They were up on one of the high hills, 2,500 ft right where the pines were starting.  Mostly oak and scrub oak dotted the landscape.  It was nice and cool where they were and decided to take a break.
	Ariel began yapping about her sisters, Amanda and Aurora.
	“They’re weird.” she said factly.
	Travis chuckled and had some water from the ice chest in the back of the 4-by-4 pickup.  The girl went on to blab about the girls, their boyfriends, school, their friends, their clothes, their farting.
	“Aurora let’s ‘em go and we have to leave the house!”
	Travis snicker-chuckled trying to imagine the fifteen year old ripping a butt blast.  Boys farted, girls tooted and did so usually politely if not in secret.  Guys just let ‘em rip wherever and whenever.  But Ariel usually oftentimes yapped and blabbed about her sisters.  Usually not in a good light, either.
	“They’re weird, alright,” she concluded, “but I have them beat in some things weird I guess.”
	“Yeah,” asked a curious Travis, “like what?”
	For the first time since he had known the girl, she got suddenly quiet.
	Ariel shrugged, “Oh, I dunno, stuff; stuff you probably wouldn’t understand.”
	“I dunno,” said Travis very curious about the girl now, “try me and I’ll let you know how weird it is.”
	Ariel “Waffles” thought about it but still held back.
	“Hey,” Travis said, “if you don’t want to, it’s cool.”
	Ariel nodded, offered a weak smile.  “It’s just some things about me not everyone is cool with.”
	Travis had no idea.
	“I like to sit out in the backyard and look up to the sky.”
	“Ok, not weird.”
	“Usually after Midnight.”
	“Still not weird.”
	“Sometimes naked.”
	“Ok—maybe slightly weird.” Travis tried hard not to think of the twelve year—naked.
	“Anything else?” he asked.
	“Oh, I like to slid in the hallway.”
	“Not weird.”
	“In my socks.”
	“Still not weird.”
	“JUST my socks.”
	“Ah, a little weird.” He smiled and Ariel smiled.
	A pretty girl, kinda; a round face, usually always smiling or laughing.  A bit of a tomboy; ninety percent of the time she was in jeans or pants.  She could just about out climb any boy; any tree, any rock/boulder, school building.  She could out belch most boys, too.  Nice thick brown hair, brown eyes, a sweet disposition, and at twelve she was beginning to really look like a girl.
	“Is that it?” Travis asked.
	A slight pause; then,
	“Well, there is this one thing…”
	“Yeah?”
	Slight pause; then,
	“I like to be spanked.”
	“Ok,” Travis said reeling his head back, “that’s weird.”
	Across the pickup bed and Ariel nodded, “Thought so.”
	“Does anyone in your family know?”
	“Well, kinda.” She shrugged but didn’t elaborate and Travis didn’t press.
	Then,
	“Shit, Travis, look!” across the fence were three moo-moos.  And according to their brand they were supposed to be on THIS side of the fence.
	“Sonofa—”
	“Bitch.” Ariel finished for him.
	They had just mended the fence—now they had to unmend and got the moo-moos back where they belonged.  That took a good hour.  The moo-moos were into that “grass is greener” bullshit and weren’t too motivate to mooo-ve along.  Thankfully and Travis had a moo-moo motivator—the electronic kind.
	When that was done, the two humans sat exhausted ‘neath the cool shade of some pines having some water and taking a well deserved break.

	Some squawk on the truck’s two-way radio got Travis’ attention.
	He sat on the passenger side but it wasn’t for him.  Ariel came up looking a little sad, or tired, or in deep thought, or…
	Holding her hands and Travis smiled at her,
	“Soooo—you liked to be spanked, huh?”
	She cheered up a little.  “Yeah.” She said with a small shrug.  Then,
	“Would you like ME to spank me?” it was bold, it was daring, it was weird.
	“Really!?” she brightened up immediately.  “Would you?”
	Travis couldn’t believe how happy the girl had gotten.
	“Yeah, sure, if you want.”
	Ariel stepped up between Travis’ opened legs.  The boy was apprehensive to be sure; he looked around for security’s sake, then shrugged, smiled, and the goofy-weird Waffles lay across his left leg partially into the truck’s small cab.
	SMACK! he landed one swat to her ass—and felt an instant stirring in his loins.  Hmmm
	“More?” he asked somewhat timidly.
	“Yes!  Please!” the girl said giggling.
	‘Weirdo!’ and he landed another smack.
	“Is that the best you can do?” griped the girl.
	“No.” bitched back Travis and he smacked her ass again.
	“How’s that?”
	“Kind of wussy.”
	‘WUSSY!  I’ll show you wussy!’ and he landed a hard smack that got her attention.
	“YES!” she shrieked.
	‘You gotta be kidding!’ she liked it.
	Travis landed another before the girl wriggled and pushed herself up.
	“Too much for ya, huh?” snickered the boy.
	“Nope!” grinned a beaming Ariel—and she undone her turquoise jeans.
	“A-are you effing serious?”
	“Yes, I’m EFFING serious.” Travis strove hard not to cuss out the big ones in her presence.  But she knew them.
	Down came her pants.  Travis was all eyes.  She had on light blue panties with blue daises all over them.  The boy suddenly became acutely aware that he had a boner.  Not just any boner but a hot raging hard effing boner.  His mind sort of blanked out a little.  What were his thoughts?  Naughty thoughts about Ariel?
	Her sister would kill him.  Then her daddy would resurrect him and kill him.
	Shaking his head, “I-I don’t know about this.” He began to sweat as there was a line he didn’t want to cross.  “O-one of us is going to get into trouble.”
	“Are you going to tell someone?” Ariel asked seriously.
	“FUCK NO!” Travis said hotly.
	“Me either.”
	So she stood there holding her pants flaps up.
	“Ok,” he said sighing, “one more.”
	Ariel “Waffles” lay back across his leg and Travis landed another swat.
	Then another.
	Then another.
	Then one more and the seriously goofy-weird girl stood up again.
	This time and Travis asked nothing.
	Ariel nodded her head, rubbed her panty clad ass.
	“That was pretty good.” Then, “Can you do more?”
	Travis sweated, gulped, blinked his eyes, ‘are you fucking serious?’ to wit the girl’s face and eyes conveyed back to him ‘yes, I am fucking serious.’
	Then—THEN she began sliding down her panties.
	“JESUS!” was that out loud.  “W-what-what are you doing?”
	“What’s it look like?”
	‘Looks like I’m in deep shit.”
	The blue daisy panties slid down exposing her nakedness whole.
	Only a couple of times had Travis gotten to see her sister’s naked.  Most times when they made out it was dark and seeing the tasty naughty naughty-bits was nil.  His azure blue eyes stared at Ariel’s naked pussy.  There were a few pubes thereon, it looked virginal.
	Without waiting for “ok” or some other confirmation, Ariel positioned herself again across his left leg.  “Have at it.” she said.
	Travis paused.  ‘Have at it?  Holy shit!’
	First off, he smoothed his hand over her butt.  He felt his cock nearly explode in his shorts.  As much as he enjoyed fucking, smoothing his hand over a girl’s body was nice, too.  Very nice.  Fingering, tweaking the nipples, probing here and there, all had their levels of joy.
	“You gonna feel me or spank me?”
	Travis smacked the girl’s ass.  She jolted, her ass clenched and Travis hoped he could teach her a lesson.  How goofy-weird can you get?  Another smack, then another, and if he didn’t get his dick out soon it was going to explode.  Two more hard smacks and Ariel had had enough.  She stood—no tears, no blubbering, no sniveling.  She rubbed her ass nodding her ass, “That was good.” Both cheeks of the girl’s hinny were very red.  So was Travis’ hand.  Ariel tried to get a look at her busted butt, she turned around and Travis couldn’t believe how she had taken such abuse.
	“Hey,” he said desperately, “I-I gotta do something.”
	“Gotta whack the weenie?” she giggled.
	“Y-you know about that?”
	She didn’t have brothers or boy cousins but she knew about “whacking.”
	Ariel nodded, grinned, blushed, and stood with her pants and panties at her ankles.  If she weren’t twelve, if she weren’t his girlfriend’s sister…
	“Want me to help?”
	Travis couldn’t respond.
	“Are you fucking serious?” she said for him.  She was grinning so big.
	It was kinda like in slow motion—but not so; Travis found himself undoing his jeans and pushing them and his underwear down.  His cock was in the lock-and-loaded position.  Ariel feasted her young eyes on it.  Did she just lick her lips?
	“Your sister finds out about this…”
	“I’m not tellin’.” And she gripped the boy’s dick.
	The seventeen aspiring rodeo teen melted.  He became a puddle in the front seat of his truck.  Half naked Ariel gripped his dick firmly and began masturbating him.
	“Holy fucking apeshit!” he breathed.
	“Holy—fucking—apeshit!?” she hadn’t heard that phraseology before.
	“God-damn—it’s gonna blast!”
	Ariel didn’t quite know what that meant.  She soon found out as juts of teenage sperm exploded from Travis’ schlong.  The boy undulated all over; his cock just squirted on and on and on—all over his belly—all over Ariel’s hand.
	A minute—two minutes—three did Travis lay exhausted.  Usually and when he had whacked himself he cleaned up, rolled over and went back to sleep.  This was different.  Way different.
	“Can I ask you something?”
	Travis was in no position to deny.  “Sure.  What?”
	“What’s a blowjob?”
	Travis couldn’t believe this girl.  “Uh, isn’t that something you should maybe—ask you sister?”
	“She wont tell me, says I’m too young to know.”
	“Bullshit!”
	“That’s what I say!”
	Sitting up, cum still leaking out of his pisser, “Well, uh, it’s when—uh, well, it’s like this—a guy—uh, like me, like this, and a girl—a girl—well, she—uh, puts her mouth over the guy’s—uh—” he waggled his dick to put the point across,
	“Oh, ok.  And?”
	“And, well, the girl—she puts it in her mouth.”
	Ariel was stunned.  Her mouth hung open, her pretty eyes blinked.
	“No way!”
	“Way.”
	“Where’s the “blow” part come in?”
	“Funny, it don’t.  There’s no “blow” in blowjob, it’s more—suck then blow.”
	“And people call ME weird!”
	Travis blatantly began stroking his favorite muscle.
	“What’s it taste like?”
	“Fuck!” bellowed Travis, “I don’t know—I don’t suck a guy’s dick!”
	Methodically and the girl had begun fingering herself.
	Slowly—slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y and Travis knowing that he had indeed crossed that line he wasn’t supposed to cross and began fingering Ariel’s pussy.  Her ass was still burning from his spanking; the flesh was warm to him and his cock resumed operations—full stiff mode.
	Finger! Finger! Finger!
	“Does that feel good?” he asked of her.
	“Yeah!” she said energetically.  “Don’t stop!”
	He hadn’t planned to.
	“Are you going to blast again?” Ariel asked.
	Travis nodded—that was a sure bet.
	“Uh, you-want to—uh—go all the way?”
	“Whattya mean?” Ariel asked not knowing.
	“Well, uh, we could—uh, like—well, maybe—take off our clothes.”
	“Ok.”  just like that!  Weird kid.
	Travis almost flew himself out of his clothes.
	Once naked he lay with his legs fully open fully exposing himself.  The line had well been crossed and was obscured behind him.  How far was this going to go?  He didn’t want to think about it.  Firstly, he hugged the girl, felt of her ass, then lightly—lightly kissed her on the lips.
	Ariel giggled, blushed, and tingled all over.  She didn’t have much in the way of titties.  She was twelve and her breasts were rather small.  Oh well, she was naked and that was all that mattered.
	Slowly with precision he lay back on the seat pulling the naked twelve year old onto him.  His mind was a blur—going with the moment as it came and that was all.  Ariel wiggled on him, she giggled and snuggled against him.  Travis patted her butt, swatted it making the girl squeal.  She leaned to him pressing her lips to his.  His hands went all over her ass, into the crack, then all over her bare backside.  And although her breasts her smallish, her nipples perked right up and gouged against his chest.
	After some more kissing—gouging.  It was a little cramped inside the cab of the small truck, but gripping her hips he began grinding the pre-teen against his cock.  There was another line looming.  A more dangerous line of morality.
	As the intensity of their grinding intensified—
	“Are we going to fuck?” she posed a question.
	Travis paused temporarily.
	“Uh—I—I don’t know.”
	“Do you want to?”
	Travis was just about out of his mind.  He drew to conclude that he had been sniffing arena horseshit and range cattle shit far too long.
	“I-I don’t think we should.”
	Ariel sat up, “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
	This was new.  It wasn’t supposed to work that way.
	“I-I do—I do!  B-but—” he shook his head, “one of us could get in sooo much trouble!”
	“I’m too young to get pregnant—arent I?”
	Travis wasn’t really sure on that one.
	“I don’t think I can get pregnant on my first fuck?  Can I?”
	“Uh—” again, Travis wasn’t sure.
	Regardless, they were naked, horny, and there was no stopping what was coming.  Ariel raised herself up and guided Travis’ cock into her sex.  Travis’ hand were clamped hard to her smooth ass crease.  He was out of his mind.  Ariel’s legs straddled his waist and he just shoved himself up into her with one mighty thrust.
	He knew instantly (as did Ariel) her hymen was breached.
	The fuck was on.
	There was a sharp discomfort that lasted briefly.
	Travis gave quick thrusts upward, quivering all over—shuddering, too.
	Then it was over.  He felt the release of his semen and instantly was relieved.  “Holy fucking shit!” he breathed.  
	Ariel giggled.  ‘is that it?’
	The girl was sweaty herself.  Laying against the heaving teenager she lost all thoughts.  Her first fuck!  Could it get any better!?
	Somewhat—they went skinny dipping at a nearby pond.  While dipping skinningly they hugged; Ariel rode atop his shoulders, they tried fucking in the water—but kept losing their balance.  They had better luck on the shore on the mossy ground clover.  Here and the boy treated Ariel to the fine art of cunt munching.  He wasn’t an expert at it but licking a girl’s pussy was kind of a hands-on learning experience.  Thereafter when he had the girl squealing, nipples hard, and all that--Travis really put it to her.  ALL of his cock entered the twelve year old and Travis managed to squeak out his time of three minutes before unleashing a mighty torrent of baby making fluid.
	Then it was back into the water to sort of rinse off before dressing and completing their day’s event of counting cows.  Then they went home.  End.