August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 42
Stream of Conscious Unconsciousness

Irregular regularities regulated
	“Hey!  Your girlfriend called.”
	“That’s not funny.”
	Chuckles, however, thought it was.  He snickered chiding the minion Virus.
	“What did she want?” as if he had to ask.
	“Wondering about the next batch.  They ready yet?”
	“Yeah, need to weed some out.”
	“Boss called, too, needs some errands made.” Chuckles said more seriously.
	“Rocky says the Feds have new tech shit to detect EMADs.”
	Chuckles scoffed, “And by the end of the week their shit will be obsolete!”
	“So will ours.” Virus said dryly.
	The two men went on yapping; the Boss (Venger), new vans out on the market—bigger, faster, so-so mileage; the errands, state of the union.
	“Oh,” said Chuckles, “I may have to dart off to home, my mom’s sick and she might not last long.”
	“Ok,” said Virus, “be very long?”
	“Nah, she’ll either make it or not.”
	“That would be the choices.”
	Virus checked on the captive audience in the Viewing Room; all was well and the “movie” was playing. 

All in the Full House of a Family
	Bath time!
	Normally by the time a child is seven years young or so then he/she is capable of bathing his or herself AND to do so with (or without) supervision.  But Michelle was just six years young so single dad Danny did the supervised bathing.  Wearing a short sleeved red shirt with an embroidered yellow daisy emblazoned on the front, the cute little blond hair girl was—cute!
	Off came the red daisy shirt and then down came the short jean britches.
	Daddy Danny looked over his child, hugged her, patted her butt, then lowered her yellow panties.  The little girl did nothing.  This was actually quite normal and not out of the ordinary.  Then, daddy Danny whipped out his dick.  THAT was out of the ordinary.
	A little stroking and the now naughty unordinary daddy went into her mouth.
	The little six year old engulfed most of the daddy dong, her little fingers were wrapped about the poppycock sucking as hard as she could—much to Danny’s delight.  He pulled out and humped her face; all over her sweet little innocent childish face he pressed his cock pressing his ball sac against her mouth and pert little nose.  The naughty man reeled and returned his cock into his daughter’s mouth.
	Then he ejaculated.  The first explosion was directly into the girl’s mouth.
	She made a typical face of distaste “ewewe”.  Daddy Danny then pulled out and expelled the rest of his ball juice onto her sweet little face.  He was greatly relieved.  But more relief was to cum!  Gently laying her down on the bathmat he spread her legs and lusted heavily at her goodie.
	The audience members all sat with eyes glued to the big screen; mouths agape, minds in a whirr.  They couldn’t believe what they were seeing!  The boys of the audience, however, were methodically working their puds.
	Danny didn’t penetrate his young daughter—but he did hump.  Positioning himself between her legs he lay the cause of her birth and humped her pussy.  The child appeared not to know—or care.  Danny pressed hard his cock to her pussy; gouging the head of his manhood there until once more expelling goo.
	Satisfied with his un-daddy-like doing, he bathed his child, fingering her pussy all the while.  While drying her off—more of the same as before the bath.  Dick in her mouth, balls on her face, dick against her pussy, more expelling of goo.
	Then it was on two daughter number two.

	Stephannie
	Stephannie Julianne had just turned eleven and was the cutest of the three Bangem girls.  The oldest Bangem girl, Deanna Jane (DJ) had her own charm as did the youngest, Michelle.  But by far, Stephannie was the cutest.  Her smile, her eyes, her long flowing golden hair, her ass.
	One day while it seemed that it was just naughty Daddy Danny and Stephannie in the City by the Sea two-story home that looked like all the other Victorian homes row houses by the sea, Danny confronted his middle child.
	“Are you a virgin?” he asked of her.
	Stephannie firstly made a face conveying “What?” but then seemed to relax nodding “Yes.” however,
	“Have you been naughty with a boy?”
	That was different.
	“Yes!”
	“Who?”
	“Kyle Birdnotinthehand.”
	“What did you do?”
	“Handjob.”
	No blowjob, that was gross.
	“Did you get naked with him?”
	“No.” not exactly.  She let him see her beginning titties—nothing more.
	Danny wasn’t miffed or even upset.  He caressed his daughter knowing that what she did was fairly normal.
	“Show ME your breasts.”
	A slight pause then the pretty blond haired girl unbuttoned her blouse.
	With sunlight streaming in thru the windows the living room of the quaint quintessential American living room gently kissed Stephannie’s body.  Her blouse was cast off onto the sofa and her short mid-thigh length free flowing flowery skirt was at her feet.  A pretty pair of lavender panties she had on—but not for long.  On his knees, Danny, ogled his child as she herself—on Danny’s command—lowered them.  Licking his lips he lusted.  With his hands on her bare ass he feasted.
	It was a risk so it seemed—to carry on with his daughter in the living room where anyone could waltz in unannounced.  But Danny placed Stephannie on the sofa, slipped off her panties, spread her legs, and ogled—ogled—ogled.  Then he licked her.
	There wasn’t much in the way of fur pie fur on the girl’s young cunny.  Danny licked her virgin cunny delighting him to no end.  He fingered her then gently entered her asshole.  Soon and his cock was out and he was grinding it against the child’s poon.  Cum was already squirting out shooting up her belly and chest.
	“Oh my God!” blurted some girl from the audience.
	All the boys in the audience who were masturbating were cumming off.

Daddy Danny Bangs ‘em all!
	Fade in
	Sunny afternoon; sunlight streaming thru the windows, living room again.
	This time and its DJ and her daddy.  DJ (aka Deanna Jane) wore a nice girlie top, short sleeved multi colored blue with various shades of blue daises.  Short above the knee jeans.  The girl wore her dark blond hair short; it was full of life as was the girl herself.  She was just fifteen but very active.  Very.
	Daddy Danny sat on the heavy wooden coffee table staring at his oldest girl seemingly mumbling.  In his right hand was a small electronic device—you know the one.  His left hand was busy, too; feeling of his teenage daughter’s tittes.  It was a test of sorts—to see her reaction.  There was none.  So he proceeded.
	Standing up, Danny tested the waters with a big test—whipping out his daddy dick right in front of her face!  Again, thankfully, no reaction.  Danny then blatantly masturbated pressing his cock right against her sunny face!  He did!
	With no adverse reaction; no screaming, no balls being ripped off, Danny entered her mouth.  The girl instantly began sucking—like a pro!  Was she?  A curious mind wanted to know.  Temporarily halting the dynamic blowjob, he knelt before her, made some mumblings, pressed some buttons on the Device, then smiled and nodded his head when she answered “Yes.”  Yes to the question of “do you suck your boyfriend Steve’s cock?”
	More questions came:  are you a virgin?  do you take it up the ass? have you had sex with another girl? would you consider sex with your old man—i.e. “dad”?
	The answers:  no; yes; yes; Oh My God! NO!
	Danny was a little offended at the last remark; they had a good rapport, chided one another, made some curt sex jokes, and he thought himself a rather dashing man.  He was thirty-ish, good job, great smile, and an above average cock to please any cunny.  Or mouth.  Or asshole!  Anyways…
	A blast of fresh hot cum filled the girl’s mouth; more anointed her sweet round face.  Pressing his ball sac against her face he was hard pressed to keep from fucking her right then and there.  But he knew that her boyfriend was coming over.
	“Is he really coming?” DJ had made the comment earlier giggling.  At first and Danny didn’t catch the unsaid remark.  Now he did.

	Danny didn’t fuck DJ; not yet.  After boning her mouth and face he knew a timely/horny “Steve” would be at the door promptly at the top of the hour—which was ten minutes away.  And Danny had no sooner gotten DJ dressed (and cleaned up of splooge) than Steve was at the door.  Daughters Two and One came in via the backdoor.  What timing!  Wot!
	After DJ and Steve went off on their date, Danny resorted to being nice with his other girls.  That lasted until eight o’clock.  He helped Stephannie with her homework, they had dinner, and while Stephannie was in her room doing whatever, Danny gave Michelle a bath.  Again.
	And on the sly he fondled her.  Er, fingered her.  Stephannie, though, had a habit of opening doors without asking or knocking.  This led to the girl seeing her daddy butt bare assed naked more than once.  She regarded it as No Big Deal.  And at the time neither did Danny.  Now, with an electronic enhancer the game had changed.
	Quickly and did Danny face fuck Michelle.  Into her mouth and against her cunny until soiling her there.  The desire to out and out fuck her was great.  But, there was a morality issue; a line he was not ready to cross.  Not just yet.  Perhaps when she was older, like say—ten.  If he made it that far.
	After the bath the youngster got a bedtime story and fell promptly to sleep.

	Michelle and Stephannie shared a room.  Stephannie was reading (to herself) on her own bed.  It was not uncommon for dear daddy Danny to come to her bed and read along with her.  He would commonly brush her hair, tickle her, sing to her, do daddy stuff.
	The un-daddy stuff came via the electronic wizard thingamabob in his possession.  When the girl was under the influence of the Device Danny undressed her.  Her flimsy summery powder blue nightgown was pulled off and her matching powder blue panties pulled down.  Naughty-naughty Danny then did so infacto place his cock against her and hump a good hump.
	Spasms erupted thru the man’s body cumulating with a massive explosion of sperm thoroughly soiling his child’s cunt and belly.  The first explosion saw a strand of spunk shoot up her chest pasting her chin!  How he wanted to shove his fuckstick into her cunny!  He did, though, gouge her cunny with his cock’s head, tilt her legs back and very-very nearly make anal intrusion.
	He wasn’t satisfied with spilling his mess on Stephannie.  He was satisfied with her; afterwards, though, he went Michelle’s bed, undressed her, licked out her cunny, fingered her pussy then humped her slit until soiling her.
	After cleaning the girls up he took a shower then went to await the arrival of his oldest girl.  She arrived a little after eleven o’clock.  Danny hid in an alcove off to one side and watched as the two teens “made out.”  It reminded him of his own teen years.  Suppressing a pesky fart he watched as DJ and Steve groped one another, giggled, groped more, and DJ blatantly fished out Steve’s schlong.
	Danny was impressed—a daring girl!  Right in the living room whilst her daddy was upstairs sleeping!  The pesky fart was becoming more and more a problem but releasing it would let it be known that “daddy” wasn’t upstairs sleeping.
	DJ handled Steve’s cock; there wasn’t much light in the living room so Danny couldn’t see much—but he heard much:
	“Oh—yeah—yeah—YEAH!” coming from Steve.  Steve was getting a handjob.  Then, a little more!
	Steve’s words became fouled up and unintelligible as DJ began to suck him.
	Danny wished he could see the act in progress—and possibly get one himself!  She sucked and sucked and sucked and—
	“Oh, GOD!  DJ!  IT’S CUMMING!”
	And the girl sucked all the harder until Steve made the satisfying sound of instant relief.
	A moment was needed for Steve to recover—and DJ to either swallow or spit out the goo in her mouth.  Daddy Danny wondered if she was a swallower.  Oh how he wanted to find out—first hand!

	It was too damn dark but Danny determined that DJ was undressing.
	Were they going to fuck right there in the living room?
	Daringly—and very daringly—Danny eased out of the alcove; on his knees he did crawl slipping to the sofa where the two teens were heavily breathing and making out.  What daring!  The family upstairs asleep and anyone could easily come down to go to the kitchen for a Midnight snack!
	Steve was naked!
	The thought was DJ was too.
	Danny was at the end of the sofa peering cautiously over the overstuffed arm.  He saw Steve’s naked ass and DJ’s legs flailing all about.  Soon and it was determined that Steve’s ass was UP, his balls dangling, his cock dripping, and his mouth eating!  Steve the horny horndog was eating out DJ’s twat!
	OH!  And how Daddy Danny wanted to do same.
	(and he also wanted to butt fuck Steve!) OH!  OH!
	“Oh, GOD! Steve!” called out DJ.  Steve was doing an apparent good job.
	DJ twisted her young lithe body, bucked her cunny into the boy’s face, and Danny farted.  Luckily and the butt blast wasn’t noisy—just stinky.  Luckier still and the smell of the offense wasn’t detected by the two lovers.  DJ was too much into thrashing about as Steve was too much into eating her out.
	“GOD! Steve!” said |DJ, “Just fuck me already!”
	Humph!
	Steve complied.  He moved up into prime fucking position and got busy with the program.  Danny hauled out his own and masturbated squinting his eyes watching and listening as Steve pounded his daughter.  He wanted to spank them both.  He wanted them both to suck his cock then lay over the arm of the sofa to be spanked until they couldn’t stand it.  Then—THEN he wanted to butt fuck them both.
	The sound of Steve’s balls slapping and DJ’s grunting/groaning were the only sounds—well, and Danny’s masturbating.  Steve came off in just under two minutes.  Danny blew his load squirting his goo onto the side of the sofa.  The boy pulled out and languished a while, sucking on DJ bodacious ta-tas, groping her more and humping the gash that he had just fucked.
	As the two teens reveled in their misdoings, Danny took advantage of their emotions that had plummeted.  Using the Electronic Mind Altering Device he tapped into their minds.  DJ’s mind was in turmoil and thusly nixed Daddy Danny’s ability to glean any information or warp her mind to his pleasing.
	Steve, however—
	‘do you have sex with boys?’
	“No!” blurted Steve aloud.
	“No, what?” DJ asked.
	The boy didn’t answer but went on to suckle DJ’s breasts.
	Danny continued, ‘do you like young girls?’
	There was a pause, then; “Yeah.”
	‘do you fuck DJ in the ass?’
	“Yeah.”
	Another pause—but this time from Danny.  He had wanted to ask a few questions of his daughter but that would have to wait.  Soooo,
	‘would you like to fuck Stephannie?’
	Brief pause—but, “Yeah.”
	Danny was at first miffed; as a daddy he was supposed to be furious at learning the boy wanted to fuck his eleven year old daughter.  But on the other hand…
	‘would you like to fuck Michelle?’
	No answer.  Insert negative buzzer sound here.  The boy had morals, not many, but he had a line of morality he wasn’t willing to cross.  Willingly.
	Danny was in a bad way—simple jerking off wasn’t going to cut it.
	Smoothing his hand over Steve’s ass,
	‘would you ever consider sucking cock—for a hundred dollars?’
	The voice over stunned the audience members.  As did all the voice over questions previous.  Steve paused a moment, sweated a lot, came a lot.
	“For a hundred dollars?” he was seriously considering it.  Then he shrugged,
	“Yeah, I-I think I could do that.”
	Danny smiled, patted the boy’s ass, then moved him to the floor.  He was now able to subdue DJ’s mind.  This allowed him to strip off his clothes, turn on a light across the room so it wouldn’t blind or interfere with her or Steve but give a little illumination on the situation.
	Then he stood admiring his naked daughter.
	Oh how he wanted to fuck her!
	Pussy, mouth, titties, asshole, face.
	A wondering eye fell onto Steve and Steve’s ass.
	Oh how he wanted to butt fuck Steve—Steve’s balls, face, mouth…
	But he heard a door open upstairs and a hall light come on.
	Shit-piss-fuck-motherfucker!  A young’un was up!  Seriously bad timing.
	Danny flew to shut off the light then put Steve and DJ back to their rightful minds.  He himself ducked (nakedly) back into the alcove.  There wasn’t time to do anything else and his knowledge of the EMAD was less than expert.  Especially under the hurried circumstances.
	Steve banged his head on the unforgiving coffee table; DJ came to her senses.  She was a little befuddled but quickly access there was pending danger—a sibling was about to bust her.
	“Get on me!” DJ said in a hurried breath.
	Compliance!
	At first and Steve did not know the pending danger—until a singing Stephannie came lopping down the stairs.
	“Tra-la-la-la-tra-la-tra-tra-la!” she sang.
	Steve lay on DJ trying to meld into the girl beneath him.
	Luckily and the sibling did not turn on the living room light that would have fully exposed the two horny teens on the sofa.  She managed to guide her way to the kitchen that was across the living room never pausing in her trek or noticing the two lovers.
	As soon as Stephannie had gone into the kitchen the two teens quickly got themselves together and dressed.  They were stinky, stanky, and covered in a layer of sex sweat and sex stains.  They were alarmed but they also giggled.  They kissed, groped, stood up and kissed more—groped more, too.  Then they merged  into the kitchen to join Stephannie.
	Danny farted.

Not the next day but the day after that one
	Deanna Jane had a girlfriend—she was kinda on the skinny, a dimwit, flaming red hair, small bust, long face, somehow—amazingly managed to get thru school on mostly “B” grades.  She wasn’t overly cute but she was fuckable—so Danny proclaimed.
	It occurred on a day where DJ was taking a scholastic exam for extra credit or something.  Stephannie was with friends at a movie and the little, Michelle, was with her own friends for the day.  Kimmie came in thru the backdoor not knowing that DJ wasn’t home.
	Danny and Kimmie chatted; she farted, tried to hide it, was a little embarrassed, and got Danny’s attention.  The girl wore tight-tight jeans; the kind that looked like they were painted on.  He tried not to stare at her camel toe—she had a very nice looking one and Danny very muchly wanted to introduce it to his cock.
	‘take off your clothes.’ It was bold.  It was daring.  It was a risk.
	It was done.  Danny marveled at the little handheld electronic mind warping gadget in his hand.  It had costed him a small bundle, his vacation fund and then some.  But the benefits!
	The girl made a face as she undressed herself.  But she did undress.
	Danny fished out his cock and unashamedly masturbated.  He asked her no questions.  Instead, he stripped off his clothes and then had the not-so-pretty girl suck him.  She was pretty good.  The indicators on the electronic device were all solid green indicating the brain waves of the cock sucking girl was optimum.
	Danny couldn’t hold back and blasted a hot load of spunk into the girl’s mouth.  Then, it was up against the teen’s face to very muchly hump her there.  She suckled his nut sac and received a bit of spunk in her flaming red hair for her efforts.  Onto the breakfast table he placed her giving no thought to anyone “suddenly” coming in on him unannounced.
	Flaming red pubes the girl had on her poon.  It was very muchly not virginal.
	Danny eyed the pussy the devoured it.  There was reaction from the girl but nothing out of control or in the danger zone.  The Device was kept close at hand with a careful eye on the indicators.  Any fluctuation and Danny would calm down his antics.  Until then…
	After much eating at Kimmie’s “Y” Danny slipped into her his cock.
	Kimmie moaned, arched her back, and got stiff nipples.  Danny was well enthused and began a steady fuck fest.  The girl had never had such a cock or such a fuck!  The table scooted on the tiled floor.  Sweat dripped off of Danny and he made it to the three minute mark before flooding her cunt with his juices.
	Instantly and he was well drained.  Well satisfied, too!  All thoughts of whimsy had fled his mind.  All there was was fucking Kimmie’s brains out.  That accomplished and he took a moment to recover.  Oh how he couldn’t wait to fuck DJ!
	With the Device’s indicators indicating that Kimmie was still mind-locked, Danny firstly put her legs up along his sweaty chest and attempted anal entry.  She wasn’t a virgin there, either.  Tough going, though; his cock was stiff enough and Kimmie’s asshole was giving enough, but the penetration was still a bit of a toughie.  After a minute of trying, poking the hole, fucking the cummy cunt, slap/spanking the cummy cunt, success!
	It took a minute more to make full entry.  The table scooted more and Danny struggled to get his second nut.  It took four minutes!  He pulled out a time or two, slap-spanked the girl’s cunt, re-entered her hole, pulled out to repeat, then finally entered the hole for a the final stretch unleashed a mighty wash of spunk.
	Amazingly and Kimmie G was STILL under the influence of the Device!
	Danny wondered how far could he go with her?  Could he spank her?  Hard?
	Turning the girl over he firstly swatted her ass with his bare hand.
	She was a skinny girl, very small, not too tall, midway thru her fifteenth year.  DJ and Kimmie had been friends since 5th grade and Danny had never considered her sexually.  It was only with the Device in his clutches that his morals had taken a nose dive.
	No fluctuations on the Device were noted.
	Danny landed another swat—a little harder.
	No fluctuations on the Device were noted.
	Danny smacked the girl’s ass even harder.
	Nothing from the Device suggested that the girl was aware.
	Amazing!
	Danny smacked her as hard as he could—and felt a strange rejuvenation seething thru him.  And with all the indicators on the Device still in the green and unwavering, he got his belt from his slacks and smacked her again.
	This time there was some wavering on the indicators; but the lights were still all green.  Danny smacked her again then had to re-enter her asshole to sate his aching cock.  He wasn’t too gentle about it, either.
	Fade to black

All in a mind’s eye
	A friend of Stephannie’s was over for a visit; a boy—not a BOYfriend, just a boy—who was a friend.  A classmate if you will; they were working on some class project of some sort and as it happened—Steve was there, too.  He was working on a project of his own with DJ!
	But Daddy Danny was also there so he cooled it.
	There was a comment made, by Steve, however, that got Danny’s attention.
	“He’s cute!” it was spoken somewhat under his breath.  Danny noted that the comment was made referring to the young classmate of Stephannie’s.  Danny also noted that boy WAS cute!
	‘would you like to see him—naked?’ a curious mind wanted to know.
	A long pause—then… “yeah.”
	Danny wanted to see the young boy naked himself.
	Taking it a step further—‘would you like to—FUCK that boy?’
	Longer pause, but—“yeah.”
	Awesome!
	Steve had potential!
	Fade out
	Fade in
	On another day and the Subject boy was once more visiting Danny got the balls rolling firstly subduing his daughters’ mind one-two-three.  He worried slightly about taxing the nifty electronic gadget but he would just take that one step at a time.  He would be mindful of watching the indicators.
	Once the girls were subdued mindless then it was onto the boys.
	By the way, ‘would you like to see Michelle naked?’
	Steve gulped, sweated, stammered, licked his lips, gouged the heel of his hand to his already ever present boner; then, “yeah.”
	OH!
	And… ‘would you like to—rub your dick on her face?’
	“yeah.” Followed up by rubbing his dick on her pussy, too.
	With that out of the way…
	It was a neat trick and Danny knew he was overworking the EMAD.  It was cause for concern and a lot worry.  It would have been better had the girls been out of the house but that didn’t happen.  The boy, Alex, was stripped down and Steve got undressed, too.  Danny carefully worked his electronic gadget working Steve’s mind into accepting what was going on was legit.
	Steve gave no indication that there was a problem.  He “willingly” went down on the boy, sucking his little weenie and doing so with gusto!  He did so without much thought and as if though it was a perfectly normal thing to do.  And by the looks of it—he thoroughly enjoyed it!
	Danny unleashed his beast and found himself just as enamored with Steve’s body as he was with his own girls!  And when Steve pulled back from Alex’s young schlong, Danny found himself equally enthralled with the young boy.  Deep seeded dark nefarious desires seeped into Danny’s mind.  He wanted to be as naughty with the youngster as possible.
	Say, while we’re at it, ‘would you like to SUCK Danny’s dick?’
	Long-long-pause.  Then, “yeah.”
	Danny was floored.  Steve, I never knew ya!

	Not much really was done unto Alex; playing with his little dick, sucking him, sucking his hairless nads, caressing his ass, fingering his hole; Steve rubbing his cock all over the boy’s cock and balls, then his ass, then his sweet handsome face.  It got Danny off and he ejaculated onto the boy’s cock and balls.  Then, as a test, he had Steve suck ‘em clean.
	He did!
	The audience members were aghast—horrified even.
	Both Danny and Steve took turns sodomizing the boy, cumming on his face, then spanking him.  The scene faded to return to another day whereupon it was just Alex present—along with Steve.  Now it seemed that the EMAD was used less on Steve and more on the boy.  Steve was more inline to be a willing participant in Danny’s despicable endeavors.  More sodomy to the boy, more cumming on his balls and sweet face.  The eleven year old never knew a thing—except afterwards whereas he thought he had taken a major hard shit.
	As for Danny and Steve—it seemed as though though Steve liked girls, liked to fuck girls, he also swung the other way and had a penchant for slurping cock.  He also wanted Danny to ram his rod up his ass! He also wanted to butt fuck Danny.
	In turn, the reprehensible duo did naughty to Stephannie and Michele.  Not much to Michelle, far too young.  But Stephannie?  Three holes—no waiting.  With Michelle it was gouging on her slit and cumming on her.  Fade out.
Sayings of Chinese 
yí jiàn zhōng qíng—love at first sight. It’s generally used for people, but you can also use it for other physical objects.
shān yǔ yù lái fēng mǎn lóu—Coming events cast their shadows before them.
jìn shuǐ zhī yú xìng, jìn shān shí niǎo yīn—Near to rivers, we recognize fish, near to mountains, we recognize the songs of birds.  It is very important to make on-the-spot investigations.
yuàn dé yī rén xīn, bái shǒu bù xiāng lí—Catch one’s heart, never be apart.
huā yǒu chóng kāi rì, rén wú zài shào nián—Flowers may bloom again, but a person never has the chance to be young again. So don't waste your time.

Into each person’s life there comes that special someone you just want to stab the shit out of…
	Fallen Dragon Rising
	It was raining in the City, but not enough to wash away the scum that scurried along the sidewalks and streets.  Muggers, common thieves, no-gooders, scum.  Some looked the part; some were in Suits.  It wasn’t just in the bad parts of town, or the rundown areas by the river or the industrial sections; the evil carnage of mankind lurked along all the city sidewalks, alleys, bridges, hotel lobbies.
	Watching a man running down the sidewalk just after he had knocked over an old woman taking her purse, Virus’ fingers tightened on the steering wheel.  His eyes of cold coal black narrowed.  There were a few fellow city dwellers who had stopped to help the old lady to her feet.  She was in fret, though, over the loss of her purse.
	The light changed to green and Virus moved the van thru the intersection.
	His eyes were still on the mugger.
	At the next intersection the light caught Virus.  The mugger turned right down Quincy St.  Questionable area of the city; a few hookers out early on the corners; adult peep shows, some legit businesses, some fast food places—Chinese, Korean, a sushi bar, and lots of various types of bars and pubs.
	The mugger went thru the old lady’s purse dumping out the contents into a street trashcan fumbling thru the wallet grabbing money with his grubby little hands.
	Suddenly he was thrown against the wall of the building knocking the air out of him.  Another force kneed his balls.  The mugger fell cringing to the dirty sidewalk clutching his balls.
	“You’re quite the piece o’ shit I thought you were, Manny.” Virus said.

	Manny coughed, sputtered, and was otherwise unable to speak.
	“Heisting cars is one thing, Manny,” Virus said stepping on Manny’s hand, “knocking little old ladies over is something else.” And he stepped hard until he heard bones breaking.
	Virus squatted before the cringing common thief,
	“Now, before I break any more of your body, you lowlife scum sucking piece of shit, you are going to put the old lady’s purse back AND bring it back to her!”
	Manny nodded—and did so.
	Virus held Manny’s shirt collar and escorted him the two blocks down to where the old lady was still gathering herself.
	“Here you go, Lady,” said Manny in his broken English, “I-I’m sorry.”
	The old lady took her purse back, looked into it, was nervous and stunned that she got it back.  Then, THEN, she hauled off and slapped Manny’s face.
	“You piece of shit!” she admonished him and slapped him again.
	A police cruiser cruising by prompted Virus to conclude business and return to the van where impatient companions Chuckles and Onion waited.
	“Was that necessary?” bitched Onion.
	“Yeah, it was.” said dryly Virus.  He put the van in gear and continued onward to the “warehouse” and the Fallen Dragon (Lady.)

*

Into the dark
	The single adult, Heather Betterhome, was much like a zombie.  She walked slowly along with the others to a fate unknown.  She had seen much and endured more.  Her simple domestic life had come to an abrupt end.  Her children, Lake, Eloise, and Lucy followed along with the others from the park.
	Into something of a waiting room the group of many came to be assembled.
	It was dark but cool in the room.  No smells, no odors (save for body odors).
	No sounds but the air conditioning.
	Presently a door slid open and a tall woman in Chinese garb appeared and walked slowly in.  A guquin could be heard from the outer room; a 7-string zither Chinese musical instrument.  Incense wafted into the Waiting Room along with Chinese food smells.  Two more entered into the room decked out in full Chinese garb.  The tall woman carried a long handled whip in one hand and a long skinny paddle in the other.
	She spoke in Chinese to Virus,
	“The youngest ones first.”
	Virus nodded and began culling the youngest from the group.
	The “youngest” was Lucy, she was eight and very zombie-like.
	The child’s mother barely acknowledged the child being led away.
	Ten year olds Natalya, Kathleen, Angelica, Carrie, and Louis followed being led away by one of the other Chinese women.  Twelve year olds Erica, Nellie, and Christine followed them led by the other Chinese woman.  Virus met the Fallen Dragon’s eyes.  No emotions were transferred or transmitted.
	The remaining were teens, Lake, Maggie, Helga, and so on.  And the single adult woman, Heather.  The teens were all led off to meet their fate.  Final?  Heather was escorted by Virus and Fallen Dragon (Lady).
	In Chinese, “I’ll bring you some younger ones next time.”
	Fallen Dragon nodded.
	At a door down a hall another Chinese woman in full garb took the teens, separating the girls from the boys.  The door was shut and that concluded “business.”
	“Jīntiān wǎnshang nǐ yǒukòng ma?”
	Myus the Virus nodded his head answering her posing question of “do you have free time?”
	She was enticing!  She smelled of—something wondrous!  Roses?  Jasmine?
	Although usually well composed, The Virus had a hard time composing himself in the domineering woman’s presence.
	“I have something to show you.” She said in perfect English revealing no dialect of her native China.
	They took an elevator down—two floors.
	Ancient Chinese vases lined the dim lit hallway; the air was purified, clean and lightly fragranced with licorice, a flowery Chinese plant and not the candy.  More music could be heard.  Chinese women in military garb were at all the doors along the hallway.
	The doors were wider than most, like service doors.
	The Dragon Fall Lady paused at one of the doors.  Virus looked in to see a woman in bondage.  And she was pissed.  Spread eagled at a slight angle the not so tall woman was thoroughly unhappy with her predicament.  Two Chinese women in leather garb were on either side of her.
	“Look familiar?” Candice Zhang-wa-wa asked.
	Virus stared at the pissed off woman.  He wasn’t sure—not for certain.
	“She likes to drive fast!” almost snickered Candice.
	Then it came to him, “Patty Daninacan!” he almost said with glee.
	She was a tough cookie, a national race car driver, usually in the spot light, ran in two fields of superior racing.  She had some nice looks, but was known to have a temper.
	Not hair one on her cunny.  There was, however, a tattoo.
	Virus was very entertained.
	The tat on her pussy was a big one—twin snakes on either side of her snatch; on closer inspection they were not snakes but dragons!  Chinese dragons!  Not a big busted gal, very trim body, very muscular, very pissed off.  The Virus stepped up close to the woman who glared him down.
	“Who the fuck are you!? she seethed.
	Myrus the Virus said nothing but put his fingers to her pussy.
	Patty’s eyes bulged near out of their sockets.
	“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!” she screamed.  She thrashed about wildly but her wrists and ankles were shacked by leather restraints and she was well secured.  Virus fingered the woman’s cunt staring into the woman’s eyes.
	She cussed a blue streak, thrashed, seethed, and damned The Virus’ soul to hell—if he had a soul.
	Virus said nothing but fingered the woman’s pussy then moved up to her breasts and roughly mawed them.  Patty had gone beyond the ability to make sense of her words.  Heat aplenty could be felt boiling from the woman’s naked body.
	“God—fuck—damn—I—will—fucking—kill—you!”
	The Virus smiled at her—not a sincere smile.
	“I think she needs a good fucking.” He said to the one of Zhang’s own minions.  Patty freaked the fuck out—but again her words were nonsensical and unintelligible.
	Virus hauled out his fuck stick while the two Chinese minions adjusted the bondage contraption tilting it even more.  Virus stepped up between Patty’s legs and inserted his more than ample cock.
	“NOOOOOO!” screamed Patty.
	Virus stared into her eyes.  She thrashed about wildly breaking her right wrist.  She screamed more—in pain and otherwise.  Her waist was not secure allowing her to thrash about madly.  Chinese minion Oing smacked her ass with a long paddle.  The strike was so awesome that it instantly curtailed Patty’s wildness.
	Virus got busy with the fucking.
	When done, he stepped away.  He did look to the other minion, Tung.  She gave him a cold eye and for a moment he felt foolish standing there with his wang out.  At the door, though, came fellow Venger minions, Chuckles and Onion.  They were in company of some of those they had just brought.  The little girl from the park, Natalya, another girl Carrie, and Heather’s youngest, eight year old Lucy.
	Some boys were also there.
	The children all waited while Chuckles and Onion took their turn fucking Patty.  She seethed and damned the minions to hell with her cold dark eyes.  The young girl, Natalya sucked Virus’ cock in the meantime.  When Chuckles got his rocks off it was ten year old Carrie who serviced him while Lucy cleaned Onion.
	Several of the boys, including Heather’s son, Lake, put their bones into the racecar driver fucking her until they came.  Patty was not broken but was beginning to see it was hopeless.  She saw the young girls sucking the mens’ dicks and was horrified.  More horror was to cum.

	After the children left, Patty twisted in the restraints.  Her right wrist was broken and that had taken some of the fight out of her.  But not all.  That was to come to end, too.  Chuckles and Onion departed taking the children somewhere else to be mistreated.
	“What are you fuckers going to do now?” seethed a still pissed off Patty.
	The Fallen Dragon entered—and it suddenly got very cold in the small room.  Patty stopped thrashing about so and winced as she realized that her wrist was broken.
	The Fallen Dragon gazed upon Patty’s cunt then slowly raised her eyes to meet hers.  A side look to Oing and the woman stepped back into the darkness of the room.  She returned momentarily bringing a long handled metal object with a round object at one end.  It was a branding iron.
	“What—the—fuck—? Patty asked not finishing ‘cause she didn’t want to know (but already knew.)
	Virus stepped back to the door.  
	Tung applied a dousing of olive oil.  Patty, knowing what was about to happen (to her) began once more thrashing.  Oing placed the branding iron that had encircled within dual twisted Chinese dragons into a Chinese vase that was iron or some sort of material capable of withstanding branding iron fire.  The vase’s opening hatch was hidden but the fire within could be felt in the room.  Virus wondered why it was so warm.
	Patty began shaking her head—“NOOOOO!” she clenched herself trying to shield her pussy that she knew was destined for incredible pain.  Oing withdrew the branding iron—it was glowing red and yellow.  Patty screamed to where her voice reached its limit.
	The stench of burnt flesh was one that one smelling the stench of burnt flesh would not soon forget.  It had a smell all its own.  Patty’s eyes bulged and lost consciousness.  Oing returned the iron to the fire—to clean it off.  Then she took the iron out and disappeared back into the darkness.
	“Wǒ xiǎng qǐng nǐ chī wǎnfàn.” Virus said to Candice (in Mandarin Chinese.)
	Candice hid her smile but Virus saw it regardless.  She bowed her head and the two left the unconscious Patty.  In the elevator back to the main floor—Virus and Candice held hands!  Who exactly initiated the friendly gesture was not known…

One banana—two banana—three banana—whore!
	“This music…” Onion said shaking his head, “I’m about ready to chyeah-foo!”
	Chuckles chuckled but otherwise stymied the response.  He had to admit, though, that his fellow minion was right—the music of the Fallen Dragon was a bit much.  After dispersing the children the two minions escorted the lone adult (Heather) to another room.  Here and the room was a little more enlightened and there was more furniture—regular beds, a love seat, excellent paintings (Chinese) on the wall, some Chinese sculptures, Oriental rugs and tapestries.
	Another woman was in the room also.  She was African-American, very-very pretty, and already fucked in the mind.  She was also already naked and had been well fucked.  She wore a specialized neck collar, electronically in nature.  If she left the room—ZAP!  If she exhibited any aggression—ZAP!  It was new and very effective.  Only a couple of times of rolling uncontrollably on the floor and the elementary school teacher got the point.
	At Midtown Elementary did Klarice Shamabam teach 2nd grade.  She was in her early thirties and had incredible looks.  She was model material, television anchor, something in the public eye; even an actress.  But she chose to be a teacher.
	Why she was targeted—unknown.  She just was.  The other minion of Venger, Rocky, with Onion had selected her.  They were on another mission for their Boss when they spotted her going across the parking lot of her school.  She was mostly noticed for her outfit—a one piece bright near neon yellow jumpsuit—with flared legs!
	Nice ass.
	Perky titties.
	A little sway-sway to that nice ass.
	Rocky and Onion were intrigued and no “security” gate, fence, or guard was going to deter them.  Dressed in business suits they roamed the open hallways following the “scent” of their Prey.  Occasionally they encountered an instructor making way to her class or office or bathroom.  The two men weren’t even stopped to ask who they were—by anyone!  There, too, were some wayward students on their way to class—or bathroom.
	Rocky and Onion proceeded onward finding their Subject in a far classroom at the end of an open hall.  The school had no enclosed hallways; all were open with rows of single room classes separated by a grassy courtyard.  Most, if not all, classrooms had their doors open.  Partly for security reasons and partly for air flow.
	Ms. Shamabam’s class had 22 students; most were girls.  One side of the room had slated window panes with a huge heavy curtain that could be drawn when a movie was shown.  There was a partition in the rear, a room width cabinet for supplies and toys and instructional materials.  Ms. Shamabam was instructing the class on shapes; specifically the US shapes of states.
	Easily identifiable were the largest states, Texas, California, Alaska, Hawaii.
	The woman in the banana suit was going on about Montana when…
	ZAP!
	Rocky zapped the classroom itself then the two men entered the classroom closing the door behind them.  Rocky put a piece of paper over the mesh screen peek-a-boo window saying “testing in progress”.  Onion made his way to Ms. Shamabam to check how well her mind was zapped while Rocky went thru the classroom.  There wasn’t much time for shenanigans but…
	Fourteen girls!  Eight and nine years young.  Three black girls, two Mexican, one Korean.  The rest, blonds, brunettes, and three girls with red hair.  Four girls had beginning boobage!  Two girls were in dresses, knee length.  One girl in a mid-thigh length skirt; the rest in jeans and jean shorts.  One girl was hefty, two girls were tall while three girls were rather on the short side.
	The teacher was led to the back of the room behind the partition that was moved to block the view not only from the class but from the door should anyone not pay heed to the note.  Rocky checked his Device, furled his lips, farted, then nodded to his pal that “all was well.”
	Onion wasted little time and began pawing at banana woman’s titties.
	The titties were smallish but ample enough to please most titty enthusiast men.  Onion was one such.  The woman made faces as her awareness level teetered on Knowing What The Fuck Was Going On and Not Knowing What The Fuck Was Going On.  The Device was taxed to the max as the children and then the teacher put it to its limit of mind control.
	Down came the banana suit, there were lots of zippers, sidewise pockets, deep side pockets, and so on.  Once the banana was peeled there was a surprise for the minions—no undies!  No panties—no bra!  On her hairless cunt was a multicolored tattoo of a thorny rose; on the other side a single red non-thorny rose.
	Good vs. Evil
	Onion fingered her pussy then hauled out his cock and put it to her.  Pushing the woman up against the long counter he patiently worked off the now cumbersome suit.  Spreading her legs he shoved his manhood into her and began pumping.  Rocky stood at the door checking for intruders.  When he was satisfied, he locked the door and put a single chair up against the knob; then he cruised the classroom.

	Onion was deep into Klarice Shamabam; the woman rolled her eyes and head, gasped for breath, and undulated all over as she experienced a wave of orgasmic pleasures—one after the other.  Onion smiled and began roughly fucking the woman when he noted a gardener mowing the grass on the lee side of the building.  On that side was a wider section of open area then the school’s boundary brick fence.  The gardener paused to peer into the classroom; although the slanted windows were slanted the grizzled old Mexican could well enough see the goings on within.  He grinned, nodded, and continued to watch.
	Rocky came to a pretty red haired girl; long silky hair, lots of freckles on her sweet face.  Kneeling before her he firstly caressed her sides before pulling her out of her seat—then pulling down her pants.  Basic white panties she had on.  Had.  Down they came and the minion of Venger smiled.

	“How would it be possible?” Onion asked off-handedly later on.
	Rocky wasn’t sure; “There has to be a way.”
	“The thing (Device) we have is at its optimum.  So far we’ve conquered up to ten minds at a time.”
	“Yeah,” Onion replied, “but all minds are different; ages, sex, emotional state at the time and so on.”
	“We need another Device.”
	“Expensive.”
	Long pause.
	“Dragon Lady.” they both said at the same time.
	Other Devices could be obtained, sure, the Black Market was full of them.  But they had hang-ups, no warranty, obsolete, and so on.  The Fallen Dragon had gotten the ones the minions used currently.
	“So whattya think about The Virus and the Fallen Dragon?”
	Onion farted, rolled his shoulders, then took a long sighfull thought.
	“I dunno, I guess they are a couple.”
	Rocky deduced as much himself.  Then he scoffed, “I’d like to see her under all those clothes.”  Each time Rocky had seen her she was always in the full Chinese garb (and not the leather outfit Virus had seen her in.)
	Onion preferred not to talk about the Fallen Dragon; she frightened him.  Strong word, wrong connotation.  Dangerous?  Conniving?  Deceiving?  Maniacal?  Maniac?  A spawn of Satan?  Many-many words could describe the woman from the Orient.  Mostly she was dangerous and Onion wanted to be in her graces other than not.  She was one not to cross.  Ever.
	The minion pair pulled into their secluded suburban abode with the Banana Woman with them.  They also had the pretty red haired girl and a boy classmate.  Venger was at the house with the other two minions; they had a new batch, too.
Extra curricular activities
	Extra credit
	Heather Betterhome was once more in Venger’s house and in the Viewing Room.  Her son, Lake, was with her also.  Both were a little mindless, zombiefied, but Lake seemed more (or less) more aware and dealing with his new lifestyle than his mother.  Lake’s sisters, Eloise and Lucy—not available.
	The Banana Woman was a little delirious but functioning well.  She was highly confused but that was to be expected.  From her class, eight year olds Beth and Toby sat nakedly side by side a little delirious themselves.
	Then there were the brothers and sisters; Mare Whittyham and her little brother, Skyler.  Mare was twelve years young while Skyler was merely seven.  Then there was fifteen year old Will Marshwillow and his twelve year old sister, Holly.  The other brother/sister set was fourteen year old Kevin and his ten year old sister, Annie.  (writing this down?)
	And one more brother-sister act was Randy Oakspew with his ten year old sibling, Gail.  Their mother was the bonus here, Wanda.
	Willing participating associates were present also; Ms. Beverly Whattenaburger.  She was a pretty thing with striking Italian features, slim figure, and a naughty-naughty disposition.  With her was a student, Guy Guiumme.  An unwilling student was in the audience, Lori Knuckwurst.  Guy and Lori were twelve years young.  That’s all of them.

	Klarice
	Under mild duress the Banana Woman admitted to having lurid thoughts about her young charges.  Lurid?  Just thoughts—no actions.  Too many of her fellow teachers had been busted for inappropriate “actions” with their students.  True, the students were older, junior high and high school, but still—to be caught or found out about naughty business with 2nd graders?  Oh!
	To sate her unnatural desires—she had her brother.  He was older.  When she and the brother was ten and thirteen respectively—they fucked.  She gave him head and he licked out her cunny.  His tongue action got her hooked and fucking soon followed.
	She also liked to be spanked!
	Somehow during those first few times of fucking they never got caught and Klarice never got knocked up.  As Klarice entered into her teen years it was more prudent and very wise that the brother wrap his weenie.  Just in case.  Now, in her adult years, she and the brother still hook up now and then.  He was married and she had a fiancé.  Big deal.  Brotherly love beat all that.
	If she had the chance to make it with a student in her class—would she?
	Big question.  Was there a big answer?
	No, not really.  Too young.  But boys in the upper grades, 4rth grade across the great campus to the associate elementary/grade school—yeah.  She had strong desires to get boned by one of them.  Or two of them.  Or gangbanged by a whole class of them!
	“Did you talk to the Boss yet?” Rocky asked of Onion.
	“No.” Onion replied setting up the buffet for the house inhabitants.
	“Take to the Boss about what?” the Boss asked coming up (sneaking up?) behind his minions.
	Onion glared somewhat to his pal—he wasn’t prepared to discuss the Plan with Venger.  Not just yet.
	“Well, we were thinking how it would be to take on say—a whole classroom.”
	Venger leaned back against a support beam.  He seemed to be mulling it over.
	“Yeah, Boss, a classroom, a school bus; heck, even a Sunday School class!”
	“Thing is, Boss,” said Onion, “the Device we have now—wouldn’t do it.”
	Venger nodded; it could be seen on his stone face he was deep thinking.
	“Yeah, and so beings as how we got this one from Fallen Dragon…”
	“We do a lot for her,” Rocky butted in trying to fill in the blanks, “and it would be beneficial to her in the long run.”
	“Sounds like a plan.” Venger stated.  He turned and left the room.
	A long moment passed between the two minions, ‘that guy creeps me out.’ Whispered Rocky.
	‘you too?’ whispered back Onion.  They continued setting up the buffet and discussed nothing further.

	Beverly Whatenburger
	Beverly Whattenburger taught 6th grade and Guy was one of her pupils.
	Guy had been bullied by fellow students since about the 2nd grade.  He tolerated the bullying mostly ‘cause he had no real friends and lived far away from everyone else and the school.  One day the bullying came to a screeching halt.  It was not only the boys who picked on him; Guy was taller than most, skinny, super thick curly blond hair and an easy target for boys—and girls.  One girl in particular one day pushed him too far and he slapped her.
	At first and she was way stunned—then, of course, she ratted him out to their teacher who took matters into her own hands.  Literally.  The campus was an old campus built back in the early 50s.  Since then the community surrounding it had grown and new buildings had to be built.  The buildings stood out from the main campus; there were some old-old trees about; and there were four “extra” school rooms of which Ms. Whattenburger taught.
	After student “Lori” ratted his ass out she came out to the small landing pointing her finger at Guy.  Ms. Whattenburger called him into the class.  It was recess.  The doors were locked (there were two of them!) and the windows on one side only were heavily tinted.
	First up, to Lori’s surprise, she was settled across Ms. Whattenaburger’s knees.  The girl this day was in a short mid-thigh length dress, flowery in an old style way; short-short sleeved, thin material.  Guy stood behind the girl a little confused.  The boy’s confusion escalated as it was Lori who got her ass smacked instead of him!
	Lori naturally freaked and twisted but was held fast by the unwavering teacher.
	“What-what are you doing?” she asked out of desperation.
	“I thought that would be obvious—you little twit!” and she smacked the girl’s ass HARD causing the pre-teen to freak more.
	Guy liked.  He stood with mouth agape and eyes of blue wide.
	Ms. W whacked the girl’s ass again—then—THEN she moved the thin flimsy summery dress up revealing her bright yellow panties.
	Guy had no sisters, no girl cousins, no girl-friends.  He very little idea what a girl looked like under her clothes.  Ms. W made circles on the distraught girl’s ass—then smacked her again.  Lori twisted, arched her back, and was smacked HARD again causing her to go into overload whereas she was too stunned to do anything.  It was at this point that Ms. W looked to Guy, smiled, winked, and nodded to him conveying ‘take your pants down.’
	Guy was already massaging his throbbing hard cock.  It took a full minute before the boy got the message, deciphered it, digested it, processed, then acted.
	“Those, too.” whispered Ms. W indicating his tidy-whiteys.  Blinking his eyes excessively he pushed down his underwear and there it was for all to see—a proud raging five inch cock already spurting spunk.
	Ms. W slipped her unmarried fingers inside Lori’s panties and tugged them down.  The girl’s bare ass was revealed to all and more spunk soiled the tip of Guy’s schlong.  He looked hard at Lori’s ass—it was tomato red and it greatly enthused him.
	Ms. Whattenburger smacked the bare flesh again, then parted the cheeks giving Guy an eyeful of cornhole and furry poon.
	“Holy shit!” Guy breathed.
	“Would you like to fuck her?” Ms. W asked.
	For your information—you never have to ask that.
	“First,” Ms. Whattenburger said, “come around here.” to Lori’s head.
	Guy went around the teacher’s chair—almost stumbling as his clothes were at his ankles—so he scooted.
	Once poised before his classmate she almost shrieked—but a swift swat to her already searing ass ceased that action.  Ms. W pulled back the girl’s short pony tail forcing her mouth open.
	“Go ahead,” said Ms. W, “put it in.”
	Lori wasn’t too developed, she was twelve and was just burgeoning on having some looks and shape.  She had a pretty face, a short light brown ponytail and nice eyes.  Guy eased his cock into the hysterical girl’s mouth.  Then Ms. W clutching her hair moved her head back and forth initiating “sucking.”
	Guy liked—a lot!
	He didn’t cum off but there was a lot of slick clear viscous pre-cum smeared all over the head of his cock and the inside of Lori’s mouth.  When he pulled out he was instructed by Ms. Whattenburger to “fuck her face.”  So he did.  Thereafter he scooted back around to the girl’s ass, got on his knees, and kissed the girl’s butt cheeks—each one.  Then, with Ms. W prying the girl’s cheeks open he kissed (and then licked) her cornhole.
	That was followed by penetrating the girl’s cornhole engaging in his first butt fuck.  It was Lori’s, too.  His cock bent and didn’t make full anal entry.  But that was ok, time was of the essence so he did his best then pulled out and stood back while the very upset Lori was turned over.  It was awkward and clumsy but the girl rested on Ms. W’s lap while Guy got back onto his knees and licked out her very virgin slightly furry cunt.
	Lori was freaking the fuck out.
	When she fussed too much she got a swift swat to her tender thigh.
	Guy, though not a pro at cunnilingus did a fine job and got the girl’s cunny very “moist.”  Then, he was standing and entering the girl fully engaging sexually busting the classmate’s fully intact cherry.  Ms. W caressed the boy’s ass and he came off therein at about the two minute mark.
	It wasn’t over.
	Guy pulled out and there was a significant amount of sperm.  Ms. W smiled and with a handy moist wipe cleaned the boy’s cock and then Lori’s soiled cunt.  Lori was stood up and Guy took position across the teacher’s lap.  Lori was way confused but followed her teacher’s instruction—“spank him.”
	Five hard swats from Lori.  Guy winced and was not too thrilled with the abuse.  He wasn’t prepared at all for what happened next.  Laying across his teacher’s lap he wasn’t able to see that Lori was outfitted with a strap-on.
	A strap-on dildo!  It wasn’t too think or too long.  It was juuuuust right!
	A little cock grease and Lori, with her panties off, took a stance behind Guy and entered his virgin shitter.  The boy’s eyes bulged and he was speechless (save for blurting out “what—the—fuck!?”

	Lori spent the following class instruction under Ms. Whattenburger’s desk.
	When a classmate asked about Lori—Ms. W simply smiled saying “I think she went home sick.” And that was that.  When lunch came, Guy “ate at the Y.”  Ms. Whattenburger’s Y.  The woman had a hairless pussy and it very muchly enthused the young boy.  They engaged immorally right there on the desk.  And when Guy creamed her pussy inside and out—Lori was pulled up and coerced to lick the woman’s pussy clean.
	Pulling her legs back Ms. W had Guy lick her asshole.  When he had completed that task he shoved into her cornhole his cock and thoroughly butt fucked her.  He came—and Lori was appalled at the task assigned to her,
	“lick it clean!”
	Guy then was spanked again by both teacher and classmate—followed by Lori sucking his cock while Ms. W strapped on the stap-on.  Neither student went home that day.  Instead, Ms. Whattenburger brought them to Venger.

I was having a horrible day until I fucked your sister
	“Adam Ho?  Yeah, he’s a fruit.”
	“Waiting for him to come to school in a dress!”
	“Fuckin’ weirdo!”
	“Barry Fangmor’s a fruit, too!”
	“Yeah, he fuckin’ looks like a gay boy.”
	Randy Oakspew and his best friend, Brad McLoosenutt dissed on the boys at their school who were deemed “fruity”; aka “queer”—aka gay homosexuals.  There were a handful of gay boys, if there were any girls at the Ringumright Junior High that were sweet on each other—the boys didn’t know them.  They only knew of the gay boys.
	“Fuckin’ faggotty ass school lets anybody come in.”
	“Yeah, they need to send all those faggots to some island—then blow it up!”
	“But the school says we have to tolerate them.”
	“Bullshit!  They can eat my ass!”
	Snicker—snicker—giggle-snicker-giggle—giggle.  Then,
	‘Why don’t you two turds hug each other.’ Statement, not a question.
	This little scene was while the two gay-bashers were at school.  Just after their lunch and plenty of time to screw around before afternoon classes; History-bla, Study Hall-bla-fucking-bla, and Social Studies-bla-oh-my-fucking-god-bla.
	Randy and Brad hugged.  They were confused but completed the task.
	‘Hug again—this time, don’t break the hug.’

	More confusion but the boys wrapped their arms about one another and held it.  Further instruction instructed them to put their hands on the other’s ass.  This was met with a little “huh?” but their young teen minds were no match for an EMAD.  The boys had left the cafeteria and made their way around the girls gym; they had paused to ogle some girls clad in their short-short red gym shorts.  Then they made their way around the equipment building and behind the handball courts.  There they smoked a joint and chilled out dissent the gays at their school.
	The area behind the handball courts was notorious for teens wanting to make-out unseen.  There was a heavy overgrowth of oleander bushes and the perfect place for making out, smoking a joint, or sucking cock.
	‘Take your pants down—undies, too.’
	The boys stared at each other; they were both about the same height.  Randy had thick raven black hair and a round chubby face.  Brad was more slender overall with a long narrow face and full of life brown hair.
	The boys shucked their pants—and underwear.
	They then fondled one another as per further in-their-minds command.
	And from fondling to smoothing their hands on each other’s ass followed by swallowing cock.  Neither boy had ever-ever thought of doing such a thing.  Both were just beginning to play with their own junk let along somebody else’s.  Brad went first to gobble Randy.  He retched and made a serious face of distaste.  Randy was also displeased—until suddenly it suddenly felt kinda good.
	Neither boy creamed into the other’s mouth but they had erections that would carry them thru the rest of the day.  Both boys lived not far from the school; so they didn’t take the bus.  Brad lived the furthest so the boys most often went to Randy’s to chill out for a while.  Randy’s single mom worked but there was a pesky sister who got home about the same time.  Randy and Brad most often hung out in his bedroom, the garage, or the backyard avoiding at all cost the pesky bothersome ten year old girl.
	‘Take off your clothes, faggots.’
	The boys had issues about getting naked together—although they did so in gym class, even took showers together!  But in the sanctity of a bedroom?  But naked they did get; then they were compelled to grasp/hug one another again and—
	‘Now kiss.’
	The boys really had issues now.
	But there was a mitigating power that overwhelmed them—it was like a powerful hand pressing against their heads.  There was no choice and the boys put their lips together and smooched.
	‘In the mouth.’
	“Jeeezus!” mouthed Randy.
	The boys kissed, Frenched, and surprising got wood.
	The naked homo-bashers had boners aplenty and handjobbed on another, caressed the other’s ass, and sucked dick along with ball washing.  Both boys were overly appalled and horrified.  But they sucked and washed and were nearly vomiting when pressed into ‘lick his butt hole.’
	Then, while Brad had his slobbered on tool shoved into Randy’s slobbered on hole, who should just brazenly open the door unannounced?
	“HOLY SHIT!” Randy’s little sister, Gail.
	The boys freaked.  Gail screamed.
	A little chaos with Gail screaming and running to the kitchen and naked teenage boys chasing her.  The boys were freaking out unable to come up with a logical answer to what the girl had seen and it was problematic for the producer of the chaos, Onion.
	Thankfully, the EMAD he had had a special button; an emergency button that sent out a powerful burst of overwhelming mind control.  It zombiefied the minds giving the User time to assess the fouled up situation and see what could be done to salvage it.
	Once the three minds were subdued,
	‘Have you seen your sister—naked?’
	Yeah, of course, it was a given and perfectly natural.
	‘Do you like seeing your sister naked?’
	Ooooh, a pause.  Randy shrugged and there was no answer.
	‘Have YOU like to see the little girl naked?’ the question was asked of Brad.
	Again, no answer as the boy had never really thought of the pesky sibling that way.
	‘Would you LIKE to see the little girl naked?’
	That was different and Randy’s best friend smirked, shrugged, and deep inside his thoughts surfaced blurting “Yeah, ok, sure.”
	He had never seen a girl naked.  No sisters, no girl cousins.  The best he had seen were girls in their swimsuits, bikinis.  His life was occupied with sports, school, sports, home life, sports.  At his age he hardly gave too much thought to girls—naked.  He and Randy hung around girls in their age group and it they noted the girls’ butts, tits, smiles, body shape, and smell.
	A time or two and Brad HAD seen Gail in her panties—when he was over at the house for a sleepover.  But naked?  That was a stretch.
	All other imposing questions ‘would you like to FUCK her?  would you like to rub your dick on her face, pussy, ass?  would you like to spank her, finger her pussy, pee on her?’ all were too much to conceive.

	‘All is well—all—is—well.’ And it took a few repeats and soothing/calming words to calm the little girl.  Then,
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	This was not met with exuberance but after a repeat and a boost in the Device’s nifty mind controlling abilities the little girl slipped off her pretty dress and then slipped off her pinkish panties.
	In her brother’s room the business was oral.
	‘Suck his dick.’
	No hesitation, no pausing, no stammering—the naked ten year old bobbed on her brother’s dick like she knew how.  She didn’t even make a face!  And after a few bobs up and down she did same to Brad.
	Spread out on the bed and the little girl looked very inviting; soooo,
	‘Lick her pussy.’ and both boys took turns tongue lashing Gail’s cunt.
	‘And now—fuck her!’
	The Device in Onion’s hand was warm; he hoped that wasn’t a bad thing.
	Being as how Gail was Randy’s sister, he got first dibs.  He was a little awkward at getting it in but eventually did so.  Gail let out a little yelp when her hymen was busted.  Randy was an avid bed fucker so his tactics of boning his sister was right on que.
	He lasted three minutes before unloading brotherly love—in milky viscosity.
	Brad took his turn and was not so awkward at it, either.  He humped slowly but surely cumming off four minutes later.  The boys were exhausted—which made it easier to manipulate their minds.  They went into stand-by mode while Onion took his own turn.
	An hour later and the Mom comes home.
	It was too good to resist.  So he didn’t.
	As soon as the woman was in the kitchen setting some grocery bags down—
	BLAM! Her mind was assaulted by the Device.  It took a boost of gain to get her fully cooperating whereas right there in the kitchen she stripped off her clothes.  The woman, who taught business courses at the junior college, was a nice looking gal—especially when naked.  Randy had never seen his mother naked—not even in her underwear.  The gray and white two-piece pantsuit lay on the floor along with her pink bra and full brief panties.  A trim woman with a trimmed twat.  36Bs, a cunt hair or two under 6ft (2meters), slim body, shoulder length auburn hair, defined features.
	Onion let the boys take the woman into their minds.  Then, regardless of biological connection, Onion took dibs on the woman boning her right there on the kitchen table.  She hadn’t had dick in a long time; since her hubby ran off with another chick-slut-cunt-whore.  But she wasn’t bitter…

	When after Onion got his nut he put Randy to his mother for a good three minute fuck.  The boy delivered a hellacious amount of cum.
	‘Have you fantasized about fucking your mother?’ a curious mind…
	“Yeah.” the boy answered haphazardly.  He didn’t fantasize about his sister but he did so about his mother!  Awesome!  Brad took his turn going a full five minutes.  When he finally came—the juices flowed and the boy nearly fainted.
	The family then was loaded up into Onion’s personal van he pulled up into the garage as the family went full on naked during transport.

Getting to know you…
	Intro to depravity 101 1A 1B
	Heather sat in the back of a room deemed Introduction Room 1.  Her delirium had peeked and the realization that her world was not as she knew it came full circle.  She was aware of her surroundings as well as situation.  Both were dire.  She knew that there was little to nothing that she could do.  Her son, Lake, was with her but nowhere was Eloise or Lucy.
	No one in the Intro Room had any clothes on.  There were teenagers, pre-teens, and ten to eleven year olds.  One girl, about twelve, short brown hair, a nice face, handful sized breasts, somewhat shapely, very white, calm looking face but with a nice smile and brilliant blue eyes sat holding a naked seven year old boy.
	Just then and three teen girls came in—fully dressed!
	They were escorted by a tall man clad in what looked like—Darth Vader!
	Two more men came in dressed in casual regular clothes.
	The three girls looked dazed or spaced out.  The girls stood looking over the audience with the girl in the middle looking horrified.  One of the other men could be seen whispering; Heather noted that he wore what looked like a wireless headset, common now with hands free wireless phones, speakers (giving a speech) or airline pilots.
	The girls in unison bent over, hands to their knees, and were swatted.  Hard by the tall man (Venger.)  The one girl on the end, Tina, yelped.  Tanya, the other girl on the other end with long brown hair that was styled, blurted “Oh My God!”
	The girl in the middle, Maggie, wept but otherwise kept her composure.
	The man who had whispered the command “bend over” whispered again.
	The girls turned around, undone their jeans, pushed their jeans down to their knees.  All eyes in the room were glued to the girls.  The tall man looked over the audience members—minus the helmet associated with the character Darth Vader, the man was clad head to foot in the Sith’s attire; cloak, boots, gloves.  No lite-bright on his chest, though.
	Venger-Vader then spanked the girls using a ping-pong ball paddle.
	The audience members jolted as much as the teen girls did.
	Another swat nearly put the girls out of their skin.  Heather felt sick to her stomach.  Lake, with legs folded sitting beside her—methodically pleasured himself.  Another swat and the girls were blubbering and begging.  A minion whispered into the handsfree mic and the girls trembling pushed down their panties.  Their now bare asses revealed how abused they were—seriously red-red-red.
	The girls in the audience clenched themselves and were also blubbering.
	The boys—not so much.  The little boys, though, were frightened and confused.  More of that was to come.  The tall man swatted the girls’ already tortured bums.  Just once.
	Then, the girls were led out of the room.
	“Where are you taking them?” Heather asked just blurting it out.
	Venger-Vader looked to her but not sternly.  He almost smiled!
	“To have their pussies branded.” he said simply.
	“To have—their pussies—” Heather couldn’t speak as she couldn’t conceive such horror.
	“And if you—” pause for dramatic intrusion “do not want the same fate” pause “then you will do as you are told.” He was sincere and Heather knew it.
	So did everyone else.
	All the girls in the room were blubbering and retching.
	All the boys were concerned—but also pleasuring themselves.

*

	The new arrivals waited a few minutes before three men came back in, two of the men the new arrivals already knew.  Heather was out of her mind—especially after seeing that her son sitting beside her had successfully jerked off.
	“How could you?” she bitched.
	“I-I couldn’t help it—something—something came over me!” he lied.
	Heather nodded bowing her head in dejection.  She shook her head and wondered if there was any light in the dismal world.  Didn’t look like it; the three men came in and the proceedings for depravity continued.  This time it was from the people in the room.  The girl, Mare, with her little brother, Skyler, went up to one of the men—who were naked, and received a swift hard smack to her ass.  She was pressed standing up into the man who embraced her—then smacked her.
	Afterwards before God and everyone else present, she went to her knees and took the man’s cock into her mouth.  Heather was aghast—as were most of the audience members—mostly the girls and younger folk.  

	After sucking the man’s cock 2-3 minutes she went back to the sitting group but didn’t sit down.  She came to the boys who had came; specifically fifteen year old Will, fourteen year old Kevin, Randy, Brad, Guy, and Lake.  She sucked their cum laden cocks then stood with her hands on her knees to be spanked three times by each boy.  Then she went back to where she had been sitting and sucked on her brother’s cock.
	The little boy way confused by the situation sat back with his legs spread and watched in awe as she sucked him.  Afterwards and she got on her hands and knees for the little tyke to strike her very red bottom.  When done, they sat with Skyler once more occupying her lap.  The girl was not too upset but there were tears streaming down her face.
	Then the pretty girl, Holly, also twelve years young, stood up and made her way to the front of the sitting group.  Blond hair in twin pig tails, decent breasts for a girl burgeoning on being a teen, a nice trim body, needed to be in the sun more.  She turned around, BENT OVER, hands on her knees—
	One of the naked perverts caressed her ass.  She braced for what was to come.  Heather was befuddled—how was this happening?  How was no one trying to stop them?  How were the girls being so submissive?
	The naked man smoothing his hand over the lily white girl’s ass suddenly hauled off and smacked her there.  She made a yelp, clenched her young body, and received another swat—followed by two more.  Her preteen ass turned bright red.  She was stamping her feet and in anguish before she went to her knees and began slurping on the man’s cock.  Her brother sitting in the audience was furious—but did not to rescue his sister.  He waited.
	Another brother/sister team sitting close by stared at the proceedings not so much in awe but with pure fright.  The boy, Kevin, looked as if though he wanted to dart for the open door—but a naked man stood there.
	Holly sucked the ass spanking man’s cock until he creamed into her mouth.
	He pulled out and emptied more splooge onto her face before pressing his foul cock onto her sweet face having her suckle his hairless balls.  Then she was sent back to her brother to suck him.
	Will looked horrified.  Although he and his sister had fooled around prior to this nightmarish adventure—they had not done so to this extent.  It was more “see me” than anything else; seeing one another naked.  Not even touchy/feely!  Holly gagged, choked, sputtered, and retched.  It was her first blowjob—other than sucking off the man.
	‘if you have to cum—do so.’
	‘do not hold back.’
	Will nodded and reeled in releasing his fluids.  He was disgusted at doing so into his sister’s mouth; but—
	‘your failure to comply will result in her being branded—between the legs.’
	Will in no way wanted to see his sister branded.
	After cumming off in her mouth the boy felt horrible—but relieved.
	Holly?  not so much (relieved.)  She retched more and very nearly threw up.
	Young Annie Portor was next.  
	‘follow thru,’ said a voice into her pretty head, ‘or your brother’s balls will be ripped off!’
	This didn’t help.  Annie cried and carried on so and didn’t want to see her brother’s balls “ripped off” OR to be spanked.
	“Just go and get it over with.” cooed her brother.  He didn’t want his balls ripped off, either!
	He also wasn’t pleased with seeing his sister being mistreated.
	SMACK! the first swat to the girl’s naked ass sent her screaming.
	The audience griped themselves and Heather—cried out “STOP IT!”
	The naked man who had just swatted little ten year old Annie—did.
	But,
	“Do you wish to take her place?”
	Oops.
	A slight pause; then,
	“Alright—I-I will.” and Heather went up to where the little girl was.  She returned to her brother; they embraced and Annie sat blubbering consoling her burning ass.  Heather stood with her back to the audience, then bent over with hands to her knees.  All eyes were on the event.
	SMACK!  the sound of the smack resonated thru the room.  Heather gritted her teeth and clenched hard as the smack was kinda intense.  Another one fell to her causing her knees to tremble and nearly give way.  Another smack very nearly caused the woman to leave her body.
	“LEAVE MY MOTHER ALONE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”
	All eyes and attention fell to Heather’s son, Lake.  He was pissed, furious, and standing breathing hard ready to do something.
	“Do you want to take her place?”
	‘well I didn’t say that!’
	Too much time passed, “Sit down.” the other naked man in the room commanded.  Lake sat down; he was quite emotional being pissed off and broken.  He was torn up not being able to rescue his mother and pissed off that he wasn’t able to do anything in front of everyone.  Ego.
	Three more intense smacks to Heather’s ass.  She was crying and her ass was puce!  She couldn’t stand.  She was on her knees and crawled back thru the group to her son.
	“Suck him off.” she was commanded.
	Heather did so—and so did Lake!
	“And YOU, sweetheart, suck your brother.” The naked man who had been delivering the abuse sounded forceful and slightly pissed.  Annie still felt her ass being mighty warm and tingling.  She was a good girl, so far in her life.  She farted privately, didn’t wet the bed, didn’t cuss or finger her sex.  When she accidentally saw her brother naked she most often looked the other way.  Sure, she was curious, that was only natural.  But she was a good girl.
	Brother Kevin was a good boy, but when he saw his sister naked “accidentally”?  he didn’t often look away.  He didn’t stare but he did look as long as he could before being noticed.  He had a couple pairs of her panties that he masturbated with.  Did he have unnatural thoughts about boning her?  Yes!  As he did for every girl he knew.
	Annie slurped on his bone and the boy—liked.  A lot!  He shuddered and trembled as the girl choked on his wang.  He was disgusted and pissed off at how the action was being forced upon them—but the cock sucking was fantastic!
	And after Annie had successfully brought off her brother—
	“Suck the others.”
	OMG!
	Annie retched.  Sucking her brother was one thing (and she hadn’t sucked the man who had swatted her, either!)  but sucking everyone else’s cock!?  OMG!  But that was what the pretty dark haired girl with also twin braids sucked on Will’s cock until he filled her mouth with a copious amount of cum.
	She also sucked on the little seven year old brother of Mare’s, Skyler.
	Then she serviced Randy and Brad.
	Then she sucked on Guy and lastly the little boy from the naughty teacher’s school, eight year old Toby.  The older boys she had managed to get their goo into her mouth were both disgusted—and relieved!  But it was far from over.
	“Now lay down.” she was told by the ass spanking man.
	“Spread your legs.” from the other man.

	Being her brother, Kevin got first dibs.  Firstly and he had to “go down” on her thoroughly washing her pussy before fucking it.  And with everyone—everyone watching—it was way embarrassing.  The boy kept his eyes closed and licked his sister’s cunt—thoroughly.  There was hesitation as he truly-truly did not want to venture following the command given to him—“fuck her.”
	But given the option of “fuck or be spanked” the boy wisely chose “fuck.”
	“Sorry, Annie.” he whispered to his sister as his throbbing cunt busting cock entered her.  She nodded her pretty head and he breeched her.  There was resistance and the girl made a yelp.  But the boy was fucking and he liked it.  A lot!

	His thrill was diminished, however, when after he had gotten his nut and rolled off,
	“Your turn.” said one of the men.
	“Lick, then fuck.” said the other.
	Will in no way wanted to “lick” and then “fuck” the ten year old girl.
	But he also didn’t want spanked OR to have his own sister have her pussy branded.  He was tossed some panties and moist wet wipes to clean off the blood from the girl’s pussy.  He went into the girl, apologizing as he did so.  Annie nodded and winced as the teenage boy’s cock was bit bigger than her brother’s.
	Heather hung her head in defeatism.  Sitting in the audience (for appearances), Banana Woman and Strap-on Dildo Woman sat watching in awe.  They sat together shoulder to shoulder deeply engrossed in the naughtiness.
	Will got his nut announcing so with a mighty grunt.  He had only fucked another girl once before.  And like Kevin—he liked it!  But screwing the ten year old was kind of a downer.  Exhausted the boy re-sat beside his sister and avoided looking at her, Annie, or Kevin.
	Randy did not get the option to clean off Annie’s pussy.  It was laden with a lot of spunk and he was somewhat grossed out.
	“Lick it clean.” spoke one of the men.
	“Or come up here to be spanked.” said the other.
	2-seconds elapsed before the gay-boy basher cleaned off the ten year old’s cunt.  He was more enthusiastic about fucking and the girl’s age didn’t seem to bother him too much.  He put it to the little girl occasionally looking up to see another naked little girl with her arms wrapped about her knees.  His sister.  He managed to cum and felt kinda bad but it was a done deal.
	Brad took his turn and was less enthused about licking up his pal’s spunk.
	Guy was somewhat enthused—about fucking—not so much about cunt washing.  He did it, though, and fucked the little girl with some gusto.  Lake followed up finishing up quickly—less than a minute!
	And it STILL wasn’t over for Annie.  She wept, cringed, and was otherwise inconsolable.  Little boys, Skyler and Toby took their turns.  Annie’s pussy was wiped of all the splooge from the big boys sparing them the disgust.  Then they fucked her.  They didn’t do it with much gusto but they did it being schooled by watching all the others.
	And it STILL wasn’t over for Annie.

Things my teacher never taught me
	From somewhere in the house a scream was heard—followed by more screams and then—silence!  The folk in the gathering/intro room froze with fear.
	“Holy shit!” someone blurted out.
	One of the men, Onion, picked up Annie and began going out the door.
	“HEY!  WHAT THE FUCK!?” screamed her brother, Kevin.
	Onion smacked the boy upside the head sent him cartwheeling nakedly into the sitting teens.
	“Continue doing as you’re told,” said Onion flatly, “and she’ll be alright.”
	“She wont be branded, like the others, unless you fuck up and not do as you’re told.” Rocky added.
	“ANY of you don’t do as your told!” and he continued out the door (with the little girl in his clutches.)
	 Rocky stood masturbating looking over the group, Virus made an appearance shoving in a naked eleven year old brought to him by an associate.
	“Jesus!” breathed someone.
	Klarice Shamabam, the Banana Woman, although enthused sexually with the boys, young boys, the abuse was a bit much.  She was an associate, too.
	The other associate, Beverly, got a head nod from Rocky.  She arose and plucked up a nominal diameter strap-on.  The girl, Mare, was motioned to come up to the front of the room.  Once on her knees she was instructed to “suck” the strap-on dildo.  Ms. Whattenburger caressed her hips, breasts, and didn’t seem to be bothered by all the abuse she had witnessed.
	Then her student, Lori, was motioned up followed by one of the boys, Kevin.  Ms. Whattenburger pulled the phallic out of Mare’s mouth, waggled it, then paused while Lori preformed a rim job on Kevin.  OH!  The girl was disgusted and hesitated.  A minion smacked her ass HARD with a teacher’s pointer stick.  The girl let out a hellacious scream; she trembled and caressed her ass freaking the fuck out.  Then,
	‘if you fail to comply, if you DON’T DO as you’re told—”
	Lori froze saying “Oh, shit!”
	Kevin turned his head over his shoulder, “Don’t you let my sister be branded!” pause while he blubbered “Just do it!”
	Just do it.
	Lori was sickened but she put her lips to Kevin’s cornhole and “did it.”
	And when she had “done it” she sat back with Mare and watched as Ms. Whattenburger SHOVED the freshly slobbered on cock into the boy’s freshly rim jobbed asshole.
	“OH—MY—GOD!” blurted some girl from the group.
	Kevin couldn’t believe it, either.  He clutched his knees and braced himself as he was sodomized.  The concept of a WOMAN butt fucking him was more than elusive.  She was somewhat gentle but determined to SHOVE every inch of the nominal seven incher into the boy’s rectum.
	And after two minutes she pulled out.
	Kevin’s asshole would never be the same.
	A moist wipe was used to clean off the fecal matter on the fake cock; then Lori sucked it—she nearly vomited, while Mare gave a rim job to Will.  Will’s sister, Holly, sat the entire time with mouth agape—eyes wide, mind blank.
	Randy and Brad were next but with Brad shoving his fuck stick into Randy’s mouth while he got boned up the butt.  Then they switched places.  Guy and Lake came up nextly to finish off.  Wanda, Randy’s mom, clutched to her her daughter, Gail, as well as Mare’s brother, Skyler.
	The little boys, though, were not butt fucked.

*
I didn’t know you did that (but let’s do it again!)
	Down the hall and to the right, down two doors past the bathroom, a man sat viewing some video on a medium screen television.  Onion, escorting Annie, paused to watch the video.  It was very interesting—er, entertaining.  A young girl, about twelve was naked on a bed, spreading her legs, giggling, blushing, masturbating.
	“What’s this?” Onion asked.
	The lone man viewing chuckled, “New prospects.” He had a raspy voice and seemed to have breathing difficulties.
	“Looks interesting.”
	“They have potential.”
	Onion stayed a moment longer watching as a boy a couple of years older came into view by getting onto the bed.  He was naked, too.  The girl was turned over and he began swatting her ass until it changed color.
	“Should bring them in.”
	The man nodded, “Thinking about it.”
	Before going on, “Want to join in?”
	The man in the long overstuffed leather sofa turned to see the offering.
	He nodded ok and followed.
	“Where’s my brother?”
	Onion scoffed, “Probably with his girl, the Fallen Dragon.”
	Erebus Gethan (hand picked name dubbed to himself) paused for reflection.
	“He knows how to pick ‘em.”
	In the adjacent room the men of the house gathered leaving Klarice and Beverly in charge of the underlings in the Getting to Know You Room.  Little Annie firstly had to service the men; Onion, Rocky, Chuckles, and Erebus.

	(In Greek mythology, Erebus referred to deep darkness or shadow and was often conceived as a primordial deity representing the representation of darkness; for instance, Hesiod's Theogony identifies him as one of the first five beings in existence born of Chaos.)
	After she had sucked the cocks of the men receiving a generous amount of jiz from each of them for her efforts, she was swatted on the ass as many as FIVE times from each man!  Then, when she couldn’t stand it anymore she was laid out on a king sized bed that had a quilt for bedding only.  Each man then took turns fucking the little girl.

*

A Funny Thing Happened On My Way To The Slime Pit
	“His dad is one of the schmucks at Nostromo.”
	“Really?  Hmmm, that’s interesting.”
	“Yeah, very, ‘specially beings as how we need an upgrade to our Device.”
	“Maybe even a new one.”
	“Or two.”
	“Your brother will want to know about this.”
	“Yep.”

Electronic Mind Altering Devices!  Electronic Mind Altering Devices!  My left nut for an Electronic Mind Altering Device!
	With Electronic Mind Altering Devices so rampant throughout the world there were scientist employed by various governmental entities striving to counter the effects of those Electronic Mind Altering Devices.  Drake Haveanail’s dad was one of those governmental scientist bent on counter measures for the rampant EMADs.  And the brother of Myrus the Virus knew it.
	There was the direct method of confrontation; abduct the scientist outright.
	That probably could work but those particular scientist were heavily guarded and monitored.  And—AND if they were ever compromised concerning their particular work—they were to take a special pill.  The pill either rendered their memory inactive concerning the Electronic Mind Altering Device Project—or killed them.  The agency prescribing the pill wasn’t exactly clear on that.  But the scientist swore an oath (and were brainwashed—probably by some other governmental schmuck using an Electronic Mind Altering Device!)

	The indirect method was, of course, going thru the family.  Strangely and they were less guarded and/or monitored.  Erebus monitored the family and made a play.  Influenced by his brother’s nefarious business dealings with the Chinese lady, the Fallen Dragon Candice Zhang-wa-wa, Erebus’ plan was sexually dastardly.
	The Secondary Target of the research scientist was his son, Drake.
	Drake was fifteen.  He played the guitar, he could sing, play well in school sports, did ok academically, and was well popular with the girls.  A handsome boy, kind of quirky, thought mostly of himself or what he could get out of somebody to benefit himself.  But he did care about others including his sister.  And it was Drake’s sister, Megan, who got the balls rolling—er, ball.
	“Sooo, what’s going on?” Megan asked out of concern.  Usually and the two were more about trying to get the other in some sort of trouble with their parents or schoolmates.  This time and Megan, twelve, noticed that for the last couple of days her otherwise dweeb brother was moody.  
	“Not now, Meg,” he blew her off, “I-I don’t want to talk about it.”
	That was cause for concern, the boy usually flapped his lips about everything, personal or otherwise.  For him to keep his lips quiet meant something was serious.  This bother Megan and she began to worry.  And worry turned to concern and she didn’t like that.
	“Go away, Meg!” bitched Drake.
	“Cant.” replied Meg sitting outside his bedroom door.
	Long pause, Meg did her nails (passion red!) and waited.  She knew how to annoy her brother, she had made it her life’s work.
	KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
	“Open up!” she said, “And open up.”
	“Cant!” replied Drake, “I-I cant.”
	Meg was really worried now.
	She waited, suppressed a fart, chewed thoughtfully, and—
	TAP! TAP! TAP!
	“Please?” this was new.  She hardly ever said please to her brother—unless it was a dire situation whereupon she was apt to get yelled at by their parents for something she did warranting a yelling at.
	Pause—pause—pause—
	Open.
	“Come in.” Drake said defeated.  A girl begging always won over.
	Drake slumped into his bed then fell back width wise.
	Megan went to the floor and crossed her legs.
	“Ok, spill.”
	Drake held back, then sat up.
	Shaking his head, sighing deeply, he finally fished out from his school backpack a piece of paper.  Handing it to her,
	“I-I met this guy who gave me this list.”
	On the piece of paper was:  blowjob—100  pose naked—100
	handjob—100 masturbate—200  oral boy—200  oral girl—200 
  	spanked—300 anal—400  around-the-world—400  missonary—500
	reverse missionary-500
	“What—the—fu—”
	Drake didn’t answer.  He sighed and fell back on his bed.
	“I-I don’t understand.” Megan said.
	“It’s—it’s just a list for someone to complete and get the money.”
	“Oh,” said Megan, “I thought they were points!” she giggled, blushed,
	“What’s “around-the-world”?”
	Drake sat up, “It’s a girl who sits on a guy’s—thingymabob—and spins around…like the world does.”
	Megan had to think and conjure up the image.  “Oh.” Then she giggled and blushed again.
	“He gave me this—in advance.” and tossed her a small packet of cold-hard-cash.
	“Holy fuck!” she blurted, “How much is this?”
	“Five hundred.”
	Megan loved money.  What girl didn’t?
	“Soooo, who you going to get to do this?”
	Drake shook his head.  There was one more piece to the list, to doing the list, he hadn’t told her.  Not yet.  So far and the two siblings had engaged in typical touchy-feely, they had mutually masturbated one another and seen the other nude more than once and recently, too.  No biggie and it was fairly the norm.
	“And he promised a bonus if we do it all.”
	“A bonus?”
	“Five hundred each.”
	“Along with the list stuff?”
	“Yeah.”
	He let Megan sit and look over the List and the cash.  She was in thinking mode, licking her lips and pondering.  Ponder! Ponder! Ponder!
	“Wow, for this kind of money I’d do it myself!”
	That was the general idea, dope!
	Then she looked up to meet her brother’s eyes meeting hers.
	“Oh shit!” she said finally realizing.
	Drake nodded.  “And one more thing,” he said not really wanting to say it,
	“What?”
	“It’s to be videoed.”
	Megan was speechless.  She shook her head.
	“No—fucking—way.”
	Drake shrugged, “I-I didn’t think so.” And he plucked the advance money out of his sister’s hands.
	“Wait!” she said desperately.
	“Who is this guy?”  and “Why does he want us to be videoed?”
	“To prove that we did it—according to the List.”
	“Oh.  Right.”  Still ‘no—fucking—way.’  She shook her head—but her eyes were on the money still in Drake’s hand.  ‘with my brother?’ it wasn’t an eewee but it wasn’t met with enthusiasm.
	“Why cant you do this with one of your hotties?”
	“That’s not the deal,” Drake said explaining, “it has to be a brother/sister thing.”
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she bitched.  Long pause; then,
	“Three thousand, plus the bonus?”
	“Yeah, plus this.” and Drake waggled the advance cash.
	“I-I don’t know if I could do ‘with you.’  It too weird.”
	Drake nodded.  “No worries, “I’ll take this back.”
	Megan was in fits.  Money!
	Sitting up, “Didn’t you want those concert tickets?”
	Megan melted.  “Oooooh, yeah!”
	“Mom said you could go—if you paid your own way.”
	“And isn’t your friend, Jenette, having a birthday coming up?”
	“Oh, shit—yeah!”
	“You could get her a totally awesome gift—blow her mind!”
	“And you could get some shit for yourself; that shirt at the mall, those shoes.” He let it sink in; already he had a boner growing in anticipation.
	“And there’ll be shit at the concert, too!”
	Megan stood up hooking her thumbs into her belt loops.  She looked awkward—this was going to be soooo weird.
	“Soooo, you wanna?” Drake asked.
	“Do you?” for your information, you never have to ask a guy if he wants to bang his sister.
	“For the money.” he said with a quirky smile.  Drake wasn’t a bad brother, and he wasn’t a bad looking guy; he had charm, sometimes childish, great hair, good looking in the face, could sing, and from Megan’s prospective he wasn’t bad looking naked!  But at her age, barely thirteen, she hadn’t seen anyone else—naked!

	Megan nodded, “Ok.”
	Drake placed the advanced cash on his desk and set up a tripod for the video camera (old school).  Off came his shoes, socks, and shirt.  Megan waited, sighed deeply, then kicked off her own shoes.  Drake turned the camera on her,
	“What are you doing?” she asked.
	“Well, to see you take your clothes off.”
	“Oh.”
	“Yeah, the guy said that whatever he could do “extra” he would pay up more bonus cash.”
	“No shit?”
	“No shit!”
	“Soooo, like what extra?”
	“Like—to see you take your clothes off.” to begin with.
	Megan nodded, “Right.” And slipped off her top.  She wore a pinkish bra that had a rose clip in the front rather than a clasp in the back.  She wasn’t a bad looking girl herself—for a girl.  She had potential; nice lips, good hips, posture, long-long-long silky wavy/curly dark hair.  She was fuckable—very-very fuckable.
	Drake stepped up the initiative and shucked his pants.
	When he stood kicking his pants off his ankles the pronouncement of his cock was—well, very pronounced.
	“Damn!” said Megan.
	Drake was embarrassed and shielded his boner bulge; he grinned, blushed, and wondered casually—why hide it?
	Megan stood bare chested giggling and blushing.
	“I-I cant believe this.” she said.
	“For three grand and then some I’ll do anything!”
	Megan nodded, thought about it, ‘yeah, me too!’ me too!
	Down came Megan’s pants.
	Down came Drake’s underwear.  His cock was amazing.  Normally when Meg saw her brother naked his manhood wasn’t like that.  Only ONE time had they mutually pleased one another—she giving him a handjob and him fingering her pussy.  Occasionally now and then—and recently—they still saw one another naked.  No big deal.

The OTHER List
	“Ok, on the bed.” Drake directed his sister.
	Nakedly and the burgeoning lovely naked girl climbed onto her brother’s bed.  Getting comfy she posed herself with legs open.  There was great embarrassment and she couldn’t believe what she was doing.  But, for money—yeah, she’d do just about anything!
	Legs spread, naked, she leaned back and let the camera get a good look at her goodie.  Drake’s schlong was rock hard.  Megan fingered herself, grinned big and blushed even bigger.  Drake wrote on a piece of paper—so his voice wouldn’t be heard on the video:  lay all the way back; pull your legs back.
	GOD!  Soooo embarrassing.
	She did the deed and Drake was about to bust a nut.
	Then, following Director Drake, Megan turned over and pooched her beautiful butt up in the air.  A nice butt.  Very nice.  The camera zoomed in on her hole and “goodie.”
	Would she really let Drake fuck her?  There were other items on the List; oral, anal, spanking—was she really going to submit to those?  Getting naked and exposing herself was one thing…
	Drake then stepped into the picture swatting his sister’s ass.  He had always wanted to do that!  She had gotten him into trouble soooo many times!  It was pretty surprising that the girl was being so submissive.  Money!  And her tolerance for being spanked was pretty impressive.  He didn’t swat too hard but hard enough that the swatting could be heard and turn the ass flesh a little red.
	With that done,
	“What’s next?” she asked.  Laying on her side she caressed her ass wondering if the MONEY was worth it.
	Answer:  Hell Yeah!  But then,
	Drake, sitting on his knees on the bed—waggled his cock.  His rock hard “suck me” cock.
	“Oh shit.” breathed the girl.  But, closing her eyes she nodded acceptance and moved into position.  Letting her brother see her naked; letting her brother see her finger herself; letting her brother spank her—escalated the wow factor beyond imagination.  And now—now she was on the verge to do the absolute unthinkable.
	Sure, she had heard of sisters sucking off their brothers but she hadn’t given it too much thought.  In the beginning when she had seen her brother naked—no biggie.  It was childish, a little weird, and quite normal.  Then they got a little older and a little bolder.  Mutual masturbation came into their life but they (she) didn’t want it to go too far or get carried away.  More or less she didn’t want to get knocked up.  That would be bad.  Very bad.
	Cock sucking.
	There were girls at her school who bragged about sucking schlong.  Megan herself had no idea what a guy’s dick in the mouth would be like and she wasn’t too keen on the idea anyways.  There was, though, some curiosity.  Sucking her BROTHER’S cock, though, was a whole new thing.
	Of course, though, Drake wasn’t a bad looking guy—it was just that he was her brother!
	Fuck it, regardless of relationship and first time sucking, she pressed her lips to the boy’s dick head and began completing the List.  She was no pro but natural instinct propelled her into the fine art of being a slut.  Rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown got her brother’s juices flowing.
	“GROSS!” Megan bitched as juts of cum began to explode from his piss slit.
	There was a brief interruption in completing the List.
	“I’m not sucking that if you’re going to do that!” Megan said flatly.
	Drake had little control over what his dick did.  He sighed and somehow kept himself from jerking off to complete the onan.
	“We gotta do the stuff on the List—ALL of them or it’s no-go on the money.”
	Megan sat back shaking her head.  “That shit’s gross.”
	Drake thought it over,
	“Let’s do some other stuff then come back to this.”
	Megan shook her head, “If it does that again—no way.  That shit’s gross.”
	What’s next?
	“’k, we did the spanking and posing—”
	“And fingering,” Megan butted in, “I—fingered myself.” The embarrassment was creeping back in.
	“Right, spanking, posing, fingering.”
	“What’s next?”
	“Anal and around-the-world.”
	“Jesus!” Megan said not so enthused.
	Drake shrugged.  “Mutual fingering, too.”
	Seeing his sister’s reluctance,
	“There’s titty fucking and skull fucking, too.”
	“What the hell—is skull fucking?”
	“That’s where the guy rubs his dick on the girl’s face.”
	Megan couldn’t even respond, her mouth fell open and she just stared.
	This was working out.
	No-way—no-fucking-how.
	Drake needed help.

	For Drake to get Megan to suck him—more money for one.
	For Drake to get Megan to spread her cheeks—more money.
	For Drake to get Mean to let her brother rub his schlong on her face?  Way more money.  She wasn’t too thrilled with “up the ass”, titty fucking, and a couple of more things on the “other list” Drake hadn’t brought up.  Peeing on her, rim job, 69ing, and a bonus of letting the family dog take a turn with her.  Drake knew that she would never-ever go for that one.  So he needed help.
	Luckily and Erebus was a patient man ‘cause it took Drake almost a month to obtain the “little help.”  With his dad working at a research facility that MADE Electronic Mind Altering Device deterrents, detectors, AND the Device itself (so as how to defeat them) Drake finagled himself one of those Devices from the facility’s inventory.
	It was an adventure of its own but suffice it to say he was thankful for “take your child to work day.”
	Then, it two two-weeks to figure out how to operate the damn thing!
	With that out of the way—
	Sometimes she spent all her time in her bedroom.  The day Drake had decided to utilize the Device the girl occupied her time in the kitchen and living room doing school projects.  Erebus was a patient man—Drake was not.  Opportunity came, though, when she went to use the bathroom.  He waited until she “flushed”, washed her hands, then opened the door—not expecting her brother to be waiting there.
	With his finger on the “activate” button he zapped the girl before she saw him.  He stared at her for a long moment; then—
	‘T-take-take off your clothes.” He was nervous.  If this didn’t work then he could kiss the money goodbye.  Megan was willing to do some of the things on the List, but giving head, taking it up the butt, SKULL FUCKING were out.  No way—no how.  And she was pretty firm about that.
	Thank God (and the deviant inventor) for the Device.
	To his surprise, Megan undressed herself.
	Drake let out a long breath.  Then he thought and had the girl put her clothes back on and then directed her to his room.  Then, with the video camera rolling he had the girl re-undress herself.  Drake stripped off his own clothes and debated his next move.  He still had very little idea on the operation of the EMAD; what were its strengths, weaknesses?  How strong was the mind link?  How long would it last?  How much pain and/or discomfort could he administer before she was “aware?”
	Or how disgusting could he go before she freaked out, puked, and ripped his balls off?
	Let’s find out!
	After having Megan strip to her skin again, Drake turned her around bending her over the foot of his bed.  He hesitated then swatted her bare ass.
	She made a yelp but otherwise remained calm.  So he swatted her again.
	Another yelp but otherwise…
	Another swat, then another, then he was swatting her ass with his cock.
	Parting her butt cheeks he got the camera to zoom in on her hole.  Then he daringly fingered it.  That was a test—and she passed!
	With no adverse reaction from the girl Drake felt safe enough to proceed.
	On the floor, on her knees, Drake stuffed her mouth with his cock.
	The blowjob began with small spurts of jiz squirting into her mouth.
	She didn’t make a face.
	A pesky thought crossed his mind—how was he going to explain to her the money?  The video, the money—she would know something wasn’t right.
	‘Fuck it,’ he said to himself, ‘I’ll just keep the money—ALL the money!’
	There ya go!
	After a couple of minutes there came the signal from his loins—explosion was imminent.  This time and there was no holding back; he let the flow go filling her mouth to the point whereas it spilled out the corners of her lips.  The relief was fantastic!  His toes curled!
	“God—” was all he could utter.  He was drained—just from the blowjob!
	She had two more holes to fill, there was the titty fuck and skull fucking, too.  After taking a breather he managed to rub his cock on her sweet face before the family car could be heard pulling into the drive.
	“SHIT!” he bitched.  Parents!  You just cant trust them!
	“G-go take a shower—hurry!” quickly and he grabbed up the girl’s clothes and tossed them into the bathroom while she got into the shower.  Just as she began bathing he “released” her mind and fled back to his room throwing his clothes on.

The Slime Pit Monster Sings!
	There was another brother—from another mother.  His name was Josh, a year younger than Drake.  More outgoing, more friendlier, but quiet and sometimes reserved.  More about him later.  In the meantime—
	Now it was Megan’s turn to be gloomy.
	“What’s up?” Drake asked of her.
	“Just chillin’.” she said as she slumped on the living room sofa.
	Drake plopped down on the love seat.  Not much got his sister down.
	“What?” he asked.
	“That deal, for the money, is it still on?”
	“Yeah, but not for long, the guy is going to go on to someone else and withdraw the offer.”
	“Damn.”
	“Oh well, cant handle it you cant handle it.  It’s cool, no money, but it cool.”
	Megan was quiet.  Sitting in her white/blue short sleeved top, bell bottomed non-jean type pants, she was cute.
	“Maybe we could try again?”
	Really?
	“Really?”
	Megan nodded, shrugged, “Yeah, I-I think so.”
	Cool!

	Drake didn’t know what had changed the girl—but he liked it!
	Back in his room, camera once more set up and running. Once more and Megan stripped to her skin with the camera capturing every article of clothing cast off.  Once naked she stood before the camera up close and personal like, fingered herself while standing then turned around, bent over, and spread open her cheeks.
	Drake got naked, masturbated, then proceeded to spank the girl like he had before—across the foot of his bed.  He hadn’t realized before but now he did—spanking got him excited.  There was some sort of weirdness to smacking his sister’s bare ass.  With his cock raging hard he smacked her some more then it was onto the bed, legs spread wide and finger-finger-finger!
	Drake was ready to explode.  He operated the camera remotely and it was hooked up to a monitor on his desk.  It showed nicely Megan’s juicy twat revealing the fact that IT was ready, too.
	But first!
	Blowjob.
	Crawling onto the bed he waggled his cock to his giggling blushing sister and she went to it; gripping it with her fingers then pressing her lips over the head that was already seeping pre-cum (again.)
	This time, though, Megan didn’t seem so grossed out and she completed the task—she made a face and retched, though, when Drake’s schlong spewed its spew.  Couldn’t be helped, it was a natural instinct.  She wasn’t a pro at sucking schlong—that would cum later.
	Nextly and the girl laid down with Drake settling on her chest with his cock between her pre-teen titties.  It was something new to Megan, she giggled and was astonished but otherwise accepted the titty-fuck crossing it off the List.
	Drake then “went down” on the girl licking her pussy until she squealed.  She also came—it was something new for Drake.  New for Megan, too!  But he licked his fill and though he had just blasted a hot load of spunk into her mouth his dick was ready to blast off again.  Into her pussy he made entry going slowly busting the intact hymen therein.
	Megan made a yelp but otherwise dealt with the breech and the subsequent fucking that followed.  It was a dream cum true; not really did Drake want to conquer his sister but she was handy.  There were plenty of bitches at his school he would like to dip his wick into.  But Megan was handy.
	The fucking was utterly fantastic!  Giving himself a handjob was nothing like sinking one’s pud into the real thing.  There were tremblings, shiverings, tremors, and a host of other physical emotions on the onset of orgasm.
Introducing the infamous 69!
	Laying on his back and Drake was spaced out.  His first fuck—and it was with his sister!  He was wiped.  No thoughts of any kind swam amok in his mind as per the norm.  On his ceiling were swirls of clouds making formations of dragons, race cars, a mermaid, a bear taking a shit, a sailing ship, and a whale.
	Suddenly and Megan was on him.
	Suddenly and Megan—on her own? was on his face, laying down his body—SUCKING HIS DICK!  Her cummy cunt was right there on his face.  It was an impromptu 69er!  Did she know that advanced sexual position?  Drake was not so enthused with licking his sister’s twat that he had just fucked.  It was a little musky, mirky, musty, and his spunk was still on the small forest of pubes.  Not appetizing.  But, closing his eyes he delved his tongue into her crevice and found his cock being overwhelming pleased (in his sister’s mouth.)
	Squeezing her ass and licking her pussy furiously and Drake found himself strangely aroused.  And ergo his cock once more exploded into his sister’s mouth.  She began sucking the life out of him!  It was awesome!
	Moving on…
	Enthralled by the spanking earlier, Drake did it again—and was way surprised when Megan was ok with that.  SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! I see you!
	Oops.
	Step-brother Josh “just happened” to be at Drake’s door.  Coming home early he heard a strange sound and peeing into the bedroom there was naked Megan laying across naked Drake’s lap being spanked!  WTF!?  He didn’t bust them, though; he watched instead—and masturbated.  As much as Drake was turned on—so was Josh.
	The spying brother was in for a treat when Megan got on her hands and knees.  Her ass was fiery red and Josh was at the apex of his masturbating.  Drake smoothed his hand over his sister’s inflamed ass; then, parting her cheeks he began gouging his cum spitter up and down the crack with emphasis on poking the hole.
	A little thrust and he was in.
	The completion of the List was complete.

I saw what you did—and I liked it!
	A day or two later and Josh confronted Drake,
	“I saw what you and Meg were doing—” pause for dramatic effect “you wanna tell me what that’s all about?”
	“Uh—no.” this was awkward.  Drake didn’t know Josh very well—he had lived out of the family with his other family and only recently been accumulated into Drake’s family.
	“Well,” continued Josh, “I liked it!”
	Oh, well, then—that’s different.
	Drake lightened up; he had a quirky smile, great hair, a weird persona, likeable, and somehow managed not to get the ire of school bullies with his off-hand remarks.
	“Soooo, is this something I can get in or is it personal or what?”
	Drake wasn’t sure—he would have to check with his goofy sister.  Of late, she had weirded HIM out!  He really never would have thought her to be so willing to complete the List.  Oral was one thing—but anal?  Skull fucking?  Titty fucking?  Squirting on her face?  In the shower and PEEING on her face, on her pussy?  Weird.
	Later on,
	“Uh, Josh knows what we were doing, in my room.”
	Surprisingly, Megan was too alarmed.  More weirdness.
	“And?”
	“Well, uh—well—”
	“Is he going to tell on us?”
	“No, er, no—not if he gets to join in.”
	“Cool!”
	That’s it—Drake was officially weirded out and going to make an appointment to have his sister checked in at the local nut farm.
	Later on that same day:
	With the video camera operating—
	Megan stood naked against the foot of Drake’s bed while he swatted her ass.
	One-two-three then it was Josh’s turn—one-two-three.
	The girl bent over the foot of the bed and the camera zoomed in onto the girl’s slightly turned red ass.  The naked siblings slapped their rock hard schlongs against her ass before getting into a bit of a cockfight.
	‘I’ll pay you a hundred bucks if you will suck your brother’s cock.’ a voice spoke into Drake’s mind.
	A long-long pause.  Mostly his initial thoughts were NO FUCKING WAY and NO FUCKING HOW.  Then the “voice” kicked it up to ‘I will pay you FIVE hundred bucks—to suck his dick.’
	Hmm, now, that was entertaining.
	But still—it was gay and the NO FUCKING WAY still remained intact.
	Until—
	‘ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS!’ final offer.
	But Drake STILL hesitated.  So,
	‘have him stick it into Megan’s pussy first.’ Then it wouldn’t be so bad as he would be tasting his sister’s cunt more than his brother’s dick.  Hmmm—
	“Ok.”
	Josh was bombastically blown away—first by getting to shovel his schlong into Megan’s pussy then by Drake sucking his dick!  Megan, firstly, though, slobbered on both the boys.  On her knees she took the boys’ schlongs and slobbered on them, sucking on one and handling the other.  When both were sufficiently sucked she laid out on the bed, legs spread wide, and Josh entered her.
	His first fuck.
	The boy could stand to lose a little weight but he wasn’t bad—he was a junk food king and could also pack away a large pizza on his own, some hot wings, bangers and mash, steak and kidney pudding, and shepherd’s pie!  Frizzy dark brown hair, chubby cheeks, and a decent baritone for singing in school choir.
	Into Megan’s now not-so-tight cunny.  It was still way snug and very cock friendly.  Natural instinct took Josh to heights giving himself a handjob never did—or could.  He pumped long and hard filling the young girl’s cunny in mere minutes.  Then, when he pulled out—Drake sucked him.
	It was a mind blower.
	More was to cum.
	Like, after Drake slurped on Josh’s schlong, Josh slurped on—Megan’s twat.
	Josh wasn’t too sure about it but the camera revealed the fourteen year old of going down on the girl’s cunt—the cunt he had just fucked to capacity.  And when he had licked his fill of the girl’s cummy cunny—there was Drake on his hands and knees and a voice in Josh’s head saying “get after it!”
	Josh firstly, though, had to prep the area—that being “rim job.”
	He would have rather sucked his brother’s dick!
	But he licked/kissed Drake’s dirt hole—didn’t like it but he did it.  then, THEN he shoved his cock into Drake’s dirt hole.  After a thorough ass mastering, Josh went into Megan’s dirt hole while Drake went into her baby making hole.
	Double team!
	Megan grunted, moaned, and made other odd noises but otherwise received her brothers with great fantastic ah.
	“Ahhhhh!” she blurted as the three of them experienced a gregarious orgasm.  They showered together thereafter—the boys “showering” their little sister with their pee.  Afterwards, she was spanked again.

I’m your biggest fan!
	What’s a little cum among friends?
	Josh liked to eat (and fuck); Drake liked to sing (and fuck.)  Occasionally and his sister had her girl group association loosely associated with the national group of girls of scouting form at her house for chit-chat and whatever loosely formed associative girls of scouting do.
	One time and the girls assembled heard Drake up in his room playing his guitar.  He was good and he also could sing.  Nothing fast; nothing folksy, a slow kinda pop/rocker—you know the type.  Anyways, the girls were all gaga, especially one little girl, a junior league member and the youngest.  Kimberly.
	A pretty girl, long blond hair, heavy bangs, beautiful blue eyes, very sweet, kind of demure, shy, very cute.  She the most adored Megan’s brother.  The other girls were just as enamored but Kimberly?  a tad bit more.
	So, one day as it happened, little Kimberly arrived at the house claiming to be Drake’s “Number One Fan” and was hoping for a one-on-one special.  She got more than she hoped for.  With no one else in the home (that he knew of) Drake took the little girl to his room.  There he did perform for her, singing with his guitar and making her feel “special.”  Then,
	‘take her clothes off.’
	Sounds like a plan.
	The singing and playing down, Drake slipped off the Number One Fan’s simple white top.  She was a cutey!  Long silky blond hair, a green head band, emerald earrings, perfect white teeth, great skin, nine years old.  And despite being so young, she had some beginning boobage.  Not much but there was a beginning.  She wore white shorts and down they came along with her basic white panties.
	Laying her down on his bed—and strangely, the youngster was putting up no fuss about what Drake was doing.  Amazing!  Anyways, panties off, legs spread, Drake mouthed the girl’s hairless cunt driving his wicked tongue into her crevice.  Kimberly did squeal but still remained calm.  He licked and licked, lapped and completely devoured the girl’s cunny before applying his cock.
	There was no penetration but there was a hell of a lot of humping.  Grinding against the girl’s cunny for several intense minutes finally cumulating with a generous explosion of jiz.  Drake gouged the head of his cum squirter into the girl’s slit very nearly penetrating.  If it weren’t for the fact that he knew the girl—yeah, accordingly, he WOULD have fully fucked her.
	Erebus was amused and well pleased.
	‘go down on her, lick clean her pussy.’ In essence lapping up his own jiz.
	Done!

Erebus lurking
	Would Drake liked to have spanked little Kimberly?
	Yeah.
	Would Drake liked to have FUCKED little Kimberly?  Up the ass, too?
	Double yeah.
	Hmmm
	‘boy has potential.’
	Down the street, and one over, lived a girl that Drake wanted to get to know better.  She ran with a group of other girls that Drake also wanted to get to know; but they were into soccer—Drake was not.  They were into caring for children—Drake was not.  Horseback riding, shopping, girl parties, and all things—girl.  Drake was into bowling, golf, and most thing non-sports related.  Oh, and fucking.
	As it happened, Drake saw the girl getting off a city bus and walking up the street to her home.
	‘go follow her.’
	Drake did.
	At the white picket fence gate the girl unlatched the latch and proceeded to step thru.  Then she abruptly stopped—just long enough for Drake to catch up to her.  Then they both (or three) went inside.  No cars on the drive-way but it wasn’t known if there was one—or two—in the garage.  Not that it mattered to the unseen Erebus.
	Into the house and up the stairs to the girl’s room.  Drake oblivious to how willing she was.  And once in her room the girl stripped off all her clothing.  So did Drake.  First thing, though, immediately thereafter, the girl had to go to the bathroom.  Drake accompanied her and whilst she sat on the pot pissing up a storm—she sucked on Drake’s cock.  Seemed the thing to do—it was right there!
	Drake was out of his mind—this was way cool.  Kristy seemed like a pro—and she sort of kind of was.  A little prying and she revealed that she like to suck on little boys that she babysat for.  But that was as far as sucking dick went with her.  She had no intention of sucking boys her age—or older.
	A blast of jiz filled the girl’s mouth.  Drake nearly passed out!  Pulling out and he shot the remainder of his love cream all over her thirteen year old face.  The girl did make a face but not one of distaste.  It was momentary and the girl “happily” suckled Drake’s nads.
	Then it was onto the bathroom floor, legs back, pussy and ass presenting.
	‘lick her pussy, boy, lick it clean!’ this time and it was jizum he would be cleaning up but pee!  No matter.  The boy engaged in the task and made his own face—this one WAS of distaste.  And after licking the girl’s cunny he took a couple of minutes to lick her asshole, too!
	Full on fucking followed—pussy hole and then asshole.

	Two minutes and Drake was unloading copious amounts of jiz.  The pumping had increased to a furious rate, his balls slapped hard and it was like watching dogs fuck.  Drake was hooked.  Pussy was everything.  Cumming was everything.  The mind altering device Erebus had was good, but the one Drake had acquired from his dad’s workplace was better!

	Being the deviant sociopath that he was, Erebus Gethan didn’t stop.  Drake was well satisfied and lay off on the floor heaving, panting, and cum still leaking from his pud. 
	Erebus brought Kristy to her bedroom and to her bed.  Sloppy seconds did not bother him.  Besides, her pussy wasn’t that sloppy.  His cock felt snuggly in her teenness, he pumped slowly; pawing at her breast, marveling at her face, and thinking many-many dastardly things he could do to her—or his brothers, OR the Fallen Dragon!  Dastardly-dastardly things.
	Erebus Gethan had no soul.  It was dark and disturbed; an empty void of nothingness hallowed out by those he had entrusted to guard his soul.  Catholic priests—three of them!  And a mother superior!  Erebus didn’t speak much of the horror that had befallen him at the Catholic school.  He kept that experience deep inside him where it festered and manifested itself into a hideous apparition too hideous to describe.
	Just as he got his nut juice flowing into the teenager the front door slammed and a young girl’s voice was heard.
	“KRISTY!  YOU HOME!” Kristy’s little sister, Karyn.
	Casually with no hurry Erebus walked nakedly to the landing peering down to the floor below.  He just saw a young girl in a green striped short kiddie skirt dash into the kitchen.  Someone else came in thru the kitchen door via the garage.
	Mom.
	Again, with no hurry, Erebus made way to the bathroom to prompt Drake to go to Kristy’s bedroom.
	“KRISTY!” spoke the mom, “You up there?”
	There was a slight pause and then the mom sent the little girl up to see if Kristy was in her room.  As soon as the youngster came to the open bedroom door—
	‘MIND LINK SUCCESSFUL’ the readout on the new EMAD said.
	The little girl was a cutey pie.  Bouncy blond hair in serious curls, small frame, bright sunshiny face, dazzling blue eyes, perfect white teeth.  Along with the green striped skirt she wore a light green top with frilly ruffled short sleeves.
	She was nine years young, very peppy, very pretty.
	Erebus paused; then,
	‘come here.’ He directed Drake.
	Naked Drake with cum still dripping from his pud came to Erebus.
	‘take her clothes off.’
	No pausing, no hesitation.  Detectable, though, was an ear ringing in Erebus’ ears, a bit of a nose bleed and sea sickness in the head.  But it was nominal and quite common.  Drake got on his knees and pulled down the skirt.  The girl’s top came off nextly and there was a silky tank top serving as a training bra.
	Down came the blue tinted panties and there she was—naked.
	‘put your dick in her mouth.’
	Done!
	Drake stood and guided his half hard cock into the little girl’s mouth.
	Working the girl’s head back and forth (Drake) a successful blowjob was a done deal.  The boy got significantly re-hardened but didn’t cum.  Further instructions from Erebus and the boy was humping Karyn’s face getting close to creaming.
	Further instruction had the little girl on her sister’s bed; legs open.
	‘lick her out.’
	Drake complied and did so with enthusiasm!  Much enthusiasm.
	‘would you like to fuck her?’ an inquiring mind already knew.
	Drake nodded and that was a done deal, too.  Up and down the smooth hairless poon and the boy’s cum squirter was squirting bits of cum coating the child’s cunny until the boy could hold off no longer.  Without much encouragement from that point on Drake entered Karyn blasting her hymen and getting busy with the act of fucking.
	It was at that instance the girls’ mommy appeared.
	“What is going on—” then she saw “what was going—”
	She screamed, shrieked, and was genuinely horrified.  The woman’s sudden appearance and shrieking startled the otherwise unstartled Erebus.  But he recovered enough to blast the woman’s mind.  She was stunned, shook off the first mind assault and turned to “see” Erebus.
	“Who the fu—” but then went catatonic and fell to the floor with a mighty thud.  Drake continued fucking Karyn, Kristy continued to be mindless.  The collapsed woman had Erebus.  Had she saw him?  The EMAD he had rendered him “invisible”; using his Device connected to his mind’s brain waves the Device reached out to other minds in vicinity and altered their perception disabling their visual of Erebus’ presence.
	But in the instance whereas Valerie’s mind was overwhelmed with seeing her young child being raped there seemed to be a moment of clarity enabling the disabled vision.  But she had caught Erebus off his guard, he wasn’t prepared for her to come up to the bedroom.  The Device’s disabling vision ability rendering the User invisible was only for a short distance surrounding the User AND for those minds known to the Device.  He wasn’t invisible to sight to everyone in sight.
	 Erebus himself undressed Valerie.  He took his time.
	Meanwhile, Drake had thoroughly fucked Karyn.  When he had completed that task,
	‘would you like to spank her?’
	The whimsical smile on the handsome boyish boy’s face told him Yes.
	While Erebus pulled off the woman’s brown slacks having already removed her beige blouse and bra, Drake sat on Kristy’s bed spanking HARD her sister’s bare ass.  So hard that the little girl became somewhat aware and was crying and fussing.  It only enthused Drake and he swatted the child moreso.
	Matching beige panties did Valeri have on.  They were removed and the demented former Catholic school boy lingered a moment staring at the woman’s womanness.  He was mildly surprised to find it hairless.  On the upper part of the mons was a red devil; complete with a forked tail that was wrapped about his naked body.  He was muscular, smiling devilishly, horns ablaze, and he had an erection!  On the other side of the pussy upper area was an angel; naked, halo, standing on a cloud, wings, bare breasted and bare cunny.  Awesome!  And Valerie was a school assistant principal!
	No foreplay.  Not even fingering.  Erebus crawled onto the woman entering her.  They lay facing into the room—this gave Erebus to be able to see Drake spanking the woman’s young daughter.
	‘fuck her ass.’ Erebus commanded.
	Done!
	It was amazing the new Device’s ability to curb the Target’s mind in hesitation.  Drake placed the stricken child on the bed on her back, tilted her legs back then power rammed his cock into her asshole.  It didn’t go well and there was a lot of discomfort—mostly in Karyn.  But Drake did manage to get his schlong going into the child’s dirt chute and the butt fuck was on.
	Erebus slow fucked Valerie.  He pulled out to hump her gash and stole some time in playing with her titties.  He imagined the woman in the clutches of the Fallen Dragon; being spanked, whipped, head shaven, pussy branded.  Like the Fallen Dragon, Erebus thrived on seeing others in discomfort, pain, and horror.
	Briefly in his mind there was the remembrance of the small outbuilding on the church property.  The small outbuilding where on many occasions he was taken to, stripped down, beaten, and then raped.  The small outbuilding once served as a sort of punishment room for young Catholics who had failed in their prayers or churchly duties; who had taken food from the kitchen without asking or telling anyone; for farting, for holding back divulging a sin, for not singing, and a host of other atrocities the priests (and demonic mother superior) deemed fit for punishment.
	Swats across the bare backside and especially ass and legs with a yard stick were common.  The small outbuilding had been at one time an extra classroom for study.  No windows, one door.  At the time of Erebus’ punishments all the desks and pews had been stacked in the back of the room leaving only the great oak desk in front.  The great desk in front of the class was where the punished were punished.
	Punished and raped.
	The images in his mind of those times were suddenly blocked.  It had taken years and years to learn how to block those horrible times.  But smells, situations, sounds, often brought the memories back regardless.  Looking down to Valerie and he returned to fucking her brains out.  Drake had successfully butt fucked Karyn; his cum was oozing out of her tortured butt hole.

There is no other God but me
	Night had fallen on the City Not By The Bay, a curious cold wind that often didn’t make its way into the City had come down from the nearby mountains cold.  The stench of the City dregs could not, though, be carried away.  Onion waited by the side door of the alley waiting for companions Rocky and Chuckles to complete a transaction for their Boss, Venger.  Nearby and Erebus stood staring into a bum’s oil barrel that was lit afire.
	Rocky and Chuckles emerged from the door,
	“All done!” said an exuberant Chuckles.
	“What’s with him?” asked Rocky.
	“Fire—he’s always like that with fire.”
	“A pyro?” quizzed Chuckles.
	“No,” said Onion, “something worse.” He knew.  Erebus was his brother.
	“Go on to the van,” Onion continued, “we’ll be there in a few.”
	“Let’s go to Oinkski’s tonight, a need a pie in a big way.”
	The two men walked on to the van discussing Rocky’s love of all things pie.
	Onion walked slowly to his younger brother.  Hands in his pea jacket coat he said nothing.  He knew Erebus’ story, he knew about the misbehavings, the beatings, the happenings in the out building.  The rapes.  Onion had gone to military school for his fuck ups at home.  Erebus, Kyle James, had gone to private-catholic school.
	The flames flicked in the oil can.  The cold wind from the high mountains cold fanned the flames and spread the warmth.  The bite of the cold air didn’t bother Erebus.  He was lost in thought.  The flames.  The flames flickered dredging up horrible memories.  Horrible.  Stripped naked he screamed as the yard stick smacked his bare ass.  A bible was shoved into his mouth to silence him; the yard stick struck the back of his legs followed swiftly by another swat to his ass.
	Mother Superior Angelica held his hands to the old dusty desk firmly.
	Father Francis broke the yard stick against his ass.
	The torment, however, was not over.  Father Francis kicked his legs open.  Kyle tried to wrench his hands back to console his burning-bleeding ass.  But the strength of Mother Superior was too much.  And as if the beating wasn’t bad enough—there was the rape.
	It was not the first time he had been buggered by a priest.  There were two other priests who took him to the out building.  They usually just bare hand spanked his bare behind.  It was Father Francis who beat him with the yard stick.
	As Kyle’s head swum with incredible pain his anus was fingered—roughly.
	Like a prostrate exam the man-of-the-cloth reamed the young boy’s anus with great enthusiasm.  After the rough fingering a small diameter candle was crammed up into his hole.  Kyle screamed and was harshly slapped across the face by Mother Superior.  Kyle looked up helplessly to the woman who was supposed to protect him.  She glared at him with eyes piercing thru his very soul.
	After the candle it was Father Francis cock.
	Father Francis’ cock was bigger than that of the other priests.
	Kyle could no longer scream—he had reached that point where his voice had topped out.  Father Francis was in and well on his way to sodomizing him.  Hands gripping his hips strongly the young ten year old boy could do nothing but endure.

	A gust of wind flickered the flickering flames.
	Erebus sighed, cracked his neck and watched the flames a little more.
	“Want me to take you home?”
	“No,” said Erebus, “time to go.” But he lingered a bit more as the flames fanned by the wind erupted out of the barrel some feet.  The smell, the stench of the contents of the barrel once more drew memories in his mind.  That night, that one night the out building burned.  The screams of the people inside, Mother Superior, Father David, Father Alex, Father Francis—the air was filled with the stench of their burning bodies.  The fire department had a time finding water to douse the flames (with the fire hydrant strangely inoperable.)  The firemen finally used the water from the church’s pond.  But by then—kinda late.  The bodies of the priests and Mother Superior were found huddled together in a corner.
	It was baffling to say the least, how did the only door to the out building come to be locked?  The door had been locked from the inside with the lock jammed with the only key.  From the outside a pew seat had been lodged from the beginning, but by the time the fire was roaring inside the seat had been moved away.
	As the building burned and the screams within died—er, faded, Erebus, sitting in an upper room watching from a window…laughed.  It was the only time he ever smiled—or laughed.
	“Boys getting hungry.” Onion said quietly.
	“Yeah, me, too.”
	“Venger, Virus, and the Fallen Dragon like that new mind controller.”
	Erebus nodded.
	“Good work.  Schmooze points for you, brother.”