August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 43
The Vagina Monologues

I don’t regret the wrong things I’ve done; I regret the good things I’ve done for the wrong people.

Science/scientists; working hard to cure cancer ‘cause apparently “God” aint doing shit about it.

“I admire her courage; her sincerity, her devotion to her craft, her undying self-respect.  It is these things, and more, that if the world saw her otherwise and sought suspicions about her that she wasn’t all that she was—fuck ‘em, I love her and that’s the beginning of everything.” Myrus the Virus

“Do not fashion me into a maiden that needs saving from a dragon; I AM the dragon and I will eat your soul.”  Candice Zhang wa-wa, The Fallen Dragon

	With an overwhelming urge to fuck everything in sight, Drake Havenail sank further and further into the wicked world of sin and corruption.  After his way with Kristy, Kristy’s little sister, AND their mother—their MOTHER! the moraless boy expressed desires of shagging girls at his school—plus a teacher!
	Erebus was correct, the boy had potential!
	At school there were a bevy of girls, and teachers, Drake would not mind sticking his dick into.  Erebus was there to help the cause.  On the high school campus and Drake, though a freshman, was already a well-known name.   Singlehandedly he had turned on the sprinklers at a cheerleader pep rally—thoroughly soaking them.  It was a riot as the girls from all grades ran amok revealing some wore no bra (or panties!)
	Setting off fire alarms was pass se, smoke alarms in the cafeteria, however were da bomb!  School pranks were Drake’s thing, putting glue in the faculty door locks to their exclusive “faculty restrooms” forcing them to use the student lavatories; stink bombs; replacing the signs for the girls/boys restrooms; scribbling on the cafeteria menu for the lunch choices:  LIKE if you want fully stuffed burritos.  Underneath and Drake had scrawled:  or mark ‘X’ if you enjoy rough butt sex with Satan.  Hail Satan!
	Shit like that.  Along with putting the entire school, and underclassmen, up for sale on the infamous Craig’s List.
	Drake also let loose crickets into the faculty lounge; got students to bring alarm clocks and hide them all over campus (behind water fountains, in bushes, trash cans, in the library in the bookshelves) and set them to go off at the same time.  He was a scamp.  And horny.
	A very nice girl, Maryanne, had his heart.  She was calm, a little taller than most, always—always wore a dress and usually a long one.  It was her style and she was very pretty in it.  In the library the girl was in the last aisle of the book area which made it perfect for shenanigans other than pranking.
	The girl stood still as Drake approached.  She raised her long flowing paisley flowery dress revealing—no panties!  Drake had seen the girl in the school’s gym shorts—short-short gym short and one time he kinda thought he noticed there were no panty lines like revealed on other girls.
	Not hair one was on her pussy, either!
	‘start fingering her, boy.’
	Done!
	Drake gleefully and with much willingness got busy with fingering the fifteen year old girl’s cunny until he was ready to bust.
	‘alright, get your britches down.’
	Drake shoved down his jeans and undies and Maryanne slipped off her dress.  She WAS wearing a bra.  On her knees she cupped Drake’s balls with one hand and worked his cock with the other.  Her mouth worked the boy’s cock, too.
	‘have you sucked dick before?’ she was quizzed.
	While she bobbed her head up and down Drake’s bone, she nodded that it was so.  Such a pretty girl, smart, pretty, wore no panties, had a shaven cunt, was helpful with others struggling with their studies, helped disabled children at another school, and sang in her church’s choir.  All around good kid.
	Oh, and she sucked the dicks of little boys she babysat for.
	Two minutes into the oral copulation and Drake was releasing a hellacious amount of sperm.  It was insane the amount of cum blasting out of his prick.  Maryanne choked but all indications on the EMAD showed that the girl was still mind locked.  She gagged, retched, and very nearly vomited—but didn’t.
	Nakedly she laid out on her dress.  Drake smiled as he looked onto the naked teen; that bald pussy was crazy!  There wasn’t much time but he went down on the girl licking her pussy until she began to thrash about.  The library had tall rows of bookshelves flanked on three sides by five foot tall wooden shelving for holding huge bulky volumes of other sorts of reference material.  The library had a small group of students plus the chief librarian and a student assistant.
	Regardless, Drake got it on with the fully naked Maryanne.
	The girl twisted, made a face, got hardened nipples, and was a virgin as evident on Drake’s dong when he pulled out.
	A moment was given; then,
	‘turn her over.’
	That ass!  Maryanne had a wondrous ass!  Nicely shaped, firm, white; perfect.  Drake smoothed his hand over it and had the place been a little more secure—he would have spanked it.  Instead, the girl hoisted her ass up and Drake licked her hole.
	Then he fucked it.

	Of all the girls at the school, there was one—there’s always one—who did not overly care for Drake.  She was a bitch.  Not stone cold but not warm, either.  She didn’t like his “devil-may-care” attitude, his overly friendly persona, his general appeal.  The girl herself was a little hefty—not fat in any sense; big boned.  Really.  Big thighs, big butt, short stature.  Not very pretty in the face, big tits, and sometimes depending on the type of jeans/pants she wore there was a noticeable “camel toe.”
	She had four brothers.  Was there any hanky and or panky going on with them?  A curious mind wanted to know.  Not Drake but Erebus.  In the English class one morning and Erebus decided to check the strength of the newly acquired EMAD.  There were sum twenty-two students in the class, twelve were girls.  Three were black, two were Korean, one Chinese.  Three red heads, one a pretty brown haired girl, the rest blondes of various shades and styles.
	Erebus, unseen using his own EMAD activated the new EMAD.
	Success!
	As a further test Erebus had the students stand.
	The teacher, Ms. Howeudoo, also stood.  She wore a nifty tight green knee length dress, 34Bs, long flowing dark brown hair, brilliant blue eyes.  One of the black girls was in a dress but everyone else wore jeans or pants.  Erebus waited—just making sure that the mind controlling gadget was doing its thing without mishap.  Deactivating his own EMAD to save power and subsequent maladies the damn thing caused, Erebus firstly fondled the ass of the girls closest to him.  His eyes, though, were on the girl that didn’t like Drake.
	Drake, of course, had desires to fuck each and every one of the girls in his class—plus the teacher!  The boy had potential!  After much fondling of this girl’s butt and then that one, and that one over there, a calm Erebus had Drake strip off his clothes and have at the girls.  Not all of them, there wasn’t time.  He had his choice girls and after they undressed themselves Drake fucked them.
	The first girl on Drake’s High Desire List was Stephanie Prahas.  A very nice choice, beautiful girl with nicely styled ‘80s style hair, good skin, friendly, liked Drake, and had a very nice body—‘specially when naked!

	She was a virgin.  Was.  Drake firstly went down on the girl spending as much as a minute licking her cunny before eagerly stuffing his cock into her.  Erebus could have asked her poignant Q/A but he didn’t.  He watched and had one of the red head girls suck him while his mind somewhat wondered.
	Onion and the other fellas had wondered aloud recently about somehow overtaking a school bus.  Or two.  Or three.
	“A high school bus.” suggested Onion.
	“Elementary!” sparked Rocky.
	“High school, junior high, elementary.” Covering all the grades.  That was Virus’ suggestion.  It would be a big undertaking requiring a mighty EMAD to pull it off.  A lot of logistics would have to come together; security being top.  Where, when, location, all at once?  The nation would be in uproar creating unknown after effects.
	So the classroom-at-a-time would be more appropriate—to see how well the newfangled mind controller worked.  So far—so good!  The red head girl servicing him never batted an eye.  She stripped off her jean shorts, green panties, short green tee-shirt, and bra, then got on her knees and took Erebus’ cock into her fifteen year old mouth and sucked-sucked-sucked like she knew how.
	Did she?
	Unknown, again, Erebus was concentrating on the girl who did not like Drake.
	Debbie.
	Drake had gotten his nut in Stephanie and went on to the next girl, Stacie.
	Stacie Nukedukem was model material.  And in fact, she had posed for a magazine; a teen magazine.  Serious blond hair in a serious style; those eyes!  That face!  Even little boys loved her—as much as teen boys.  She wore tight jeans and had a nice-nice ass.  That smile!  Those lips!  Those tits!  Little wonder that Drake wanted to fuck her.
	Once the girl was naked, Erebus had her get on her hands and knees.  Drake gave her a rim job—then butt fucked her.  The red head sucking Erebus got a mouthful of his jizum.  Usually and he would have fucked her face, slapped it with his cock, and done a host of naughty sexual deviant things to her.
	‘virgin?’ he asked of Debbie Swinephartin.
	The plumpish girl shook her head in the negative.  No.
	She had four brothers; three older, one younger.
	‘do you have sex with them all?’
	No, two of them—yes.  But not often—seldom.  The other boys she whacked off and they fingered her.  Although the two older boys who fucked her wore condoms she was fearful of getting pregnant.  And no, strangely, she did not suck them off OR let them bugger her.  That was going to change.
	‘let them see you naked.’
	It was evening type time, school was done, so was dinner and the dishes.
	Time for school work, showers, goofing off.  With four boys in the house of Swinephartin there was always activity—usually sports related.  The boys occupied the backyard most hours of the day and sometimes Debbie joined in.  As evening came along and the hour late it was time for school work and showers.
	The House of Swinephartin was a two-story abode with a main bedroom being that of the parental units on the ground floor.  This allowed for some shenanigans aka hanky-panky to often take place on the second floor.  Usually it was nudity with occasionally one of the boys getting brave and frisky and waggling his dong at his lone sister.
	She didn’t mind and often waggled her breasts at the offender.
	‘let them see you naked.’
	Two bathrooms were on the second floor—a necessity having FOUR boys!
	And one girl.
	Debbie made her way not-so-quickly from her bathroom to her bedroom.
	Brothers Dale and Paul were naked in the hallway as she transgressed.
	Nineteen year old Dale and thirteen year old Paul exchanged quick glances then raced to their naked sister’s bedroom.  And there she was—naked, brushing her hair.  Big titties for a fifteen year old; big butt, too.  But it was a firm butt, firm titties, too.  The boys stood at the door blatantly masturbating.  Debbie turned, grinned, feasted on her brother’s schlongs getting harder and harder.  Then she said,
	“If you can catch me, you can fuck me!”
	WHAT!?
	The naked sibling raced around her room, barrel dove over her bed, out the door, and down the hall.  Her brothers were in hot pursuit managing to corner her in the guest room.  Out of breath, the naked girl got on her knees.  The boys needed no encouragement, no mind link via an electronic device.  Right up to their sister’s face they went with Dale getting his weenie waxed first—beings as how he was the oldest.  Youngest brother, Paul, was in marvel.  Debbie took holt of his schlong and masturbated him—none of them were in fear of their parents coming up to spy, check, hassle, or anything.  They were in their own little world with friends playing cards.
	Dale didn’t cum—he wanted to save that experience for her pussy.
	Paul didn’t cum, either; but he was close!
	And so right there on the guest bed the incestuous deed was done.  Debbie firstly laid out with her legs spread revealing her goodie.  Again and Dale took his right as first born and delved into his sister’s snatch.  He licked it, nipped it, and pro-like lapped it into a frenzy.
	Down the hall in the boys’ bathroom and twins Rick and Wayne were showering—together.  Both boys were funny together, they enjoyed giving the other handjobs, blowjobs, and rim jobs.  They also butt fucked one another.  The other brothers, and Debbie were well aware of their gay brothers and their incestuous activities.
	After Dale had licked his sister’s cunt to the point he was ready to ejaculate he mounted her easing into her cunny his brotherly love tool.  No wrapper.  Debbie was not on any birth control, either.  More than once, but less than five times had Debbie engaged sexually with Dale.  More than once but less than three times had she had sex with Paul.  Once each with the gay brothers.
	Dale was not normally a quick cummer but he was already jazzed up and his jiz did flow in less than two minutes!  A mighty grunt and there it was—the completion of illicit brotherly love.  He came hard, though; thrusting strongly and with great determination.  He strained and emptied his balls completely.  His entire body was drained.  A moment, though, was stolen to play with the girl’s more than adequate titties then he pulled out to collapse on the bed beside her.
	Brother Paul took his turn never minding “sloppy seconds.”
	Three minutes later and he was cumming.
	Five minutes later and the gay brothers appeared at the door,
	“What—the—”
	“Fuck!?” the boys said together.  They often finished the other’s sentences, felt the other’s pain, knew the other’s thoughts.
	Debbie lay heaving and sweating.  She fingered her cunny then beckoned the gay boys to come to her.  Looking to one another the boys shrugged and were not opposed to fucking a girl—sister or girlfriend, whatever.
	Ricky, seventeen, older than his twin, Wayne, by mere seconds, schlepped his salami into Debbie’s cum laden cunt first.  As he pumped he put a hand on his ass.  It was a nice ass, all four boys had a nice ass; their bodies were lean and fit and muscular.  Debbie herself was not so bad and often wrestled with the boys sometimes pinning them.
	Rick “pinned” his sister fucking her hard as much as he butt fucked Wayne.
	When done, the boy slid up her chest planting his cum squirter between her hooters and humping there until blasting another load but onto her face.  Dale was amused and Paul cheered.  Wayne finally got his wang going and went a full five minutes before unleashing his spunk.
	‘let Drake fuck you.’ Erebus settled into Debbie.  ‘you want Drake to fuck your brains out, to spank you, too.’
	Erebus himself did not take part in fucking Debbie.  He enjoyed “directing”; like having Rick sit on his sister’s face, balls in her mouth, his mouth on her pussy.  Then, brother Wayne behind him butt fucking him.
	Brother Dale returned to her pussy but just before he creamed he pulled out and stuffed himself into her asshole to complete the act.  Rick held his sister’s legs back re-angling the girl’s turd chute.  When Dale completed the act he pulled out, doused Debbie’s cunt with ooze then went into Rick’s mouth.

Rules of English:  I before C, Subject Verb Object, Finding Nouns, and How to Fuck Your Hottie English Teacher
	At twenty-eight years young, Ms. Carlie Muleskin was a hottie.  And to be a high school teacher was awe inspiring.  Never wore pants or even a pantsuit.  It was dresses and skirts.  Class was in session.  20 students were present, including Drake.  Of the 20, eight were girls.  The subject of the day, though, was not the girls but the teacher.
	Ten minutes into the class and Ms. Carlie Muleskin was up against her desk bending over.  Her emerald dress was hiked up over her waist and panties at her knees.  Drake, with his pants and undies at his ankles spanked the woman with his bare hand.  No one in the class jolted or made any indication what they were seeing or hearing.  Drake smacked the woman’s ass again—then again.  His cock was rock hard and dripping bits of spit.
	‘lick her asshole.’
	Drake got on his knees, parted Ms. Muleskin’s cheeks and tongued the woman’s virgin shitter.  A moment of this and Drake was stuffing her shitter with his turd burglar.   In her mouth, in her cunt were optimal choices, sure, but he had fucked a lot of pussy of late and it was time for a change.
	Three minutes in and he was cumming—right when a runner from the office knocked on the door – then opened it.  The fourteen year old freshman was three steps into the classroom when she saw Drake pulling out of Ms. Muleskin’s crapper.  She had messages and the daily flyer in her hands.  The petite teen froze solid—he couldn’t even emit a scream.
	‘are you a virgin?’

What do you like to do in your free time?
	From the onset, from the get go, right off the bat—Ms. Muleskin did not like her predicament.  Perched precariously on a large wooden wedge that was twelve inches long, 2-ft high, with a “wedge” top whereas the high school English teacher sat perched.  Naked.  Her hands were shackled behind her with a small length of pipe from her bound wrists to her equally bound ankles.  A rope was twisted painfully about her breast in a figure 8 configuration that went up to a bare rafter keeping her upright but not her weight off the wedge.
	It was quite painful.  A ball gag was in the woman’s mouth, too.
	A video camera captured every insane moment of the woman’s torture.
	In an adjoining woman Debbie Swinephartin endured a hellacious predicament of her own; she was strapped to a dildo contraption.  The contraption was a flat floorboard with wheels; the girl was on her knees, legs spread and kept spread by leather straps.  A large diameter dildo rammed her pussy AND asshole.  Both were ribbed and vibrated.  Her arms were bound behind her with more leather straps; a life-like dildo (cock) was in her mouth.  Her so-so beautiful hair had been shaven, and rope wound its way around her bodacious ta-tas.
	The dildos in her orifices worked their way IN and OUT in rotation via a serious of pullies and gears.  The contraption rolled around remotely activating the pullies and gears.
	Belle Longdiddle, the fourteen year old freshman office runner, lay on a single bed being righteously fucked into oblivion by Drake.  The boy was coming along fine as a junior member.  His mind had been sufficiently warped with all trappings of his former life obliterated.  And so long as he continued to follow the instructions of his benefactors, the Minions of Venger, he would remain free to go room to room, fuck, sleep, eat, repeat.  And since it seemed as though Drake did so enjoy to fuck—well…
	Of course, there was that pesky knowing that the EMAD model they had in their clutches was probably obsolete.
	“We could always use another, more.” remarked Onion.
	“We’ll need updates, programs for the ones we’ve got and for the ones we want.”
	Chuckles nodded to Rocky’s statement.
	“We’ll need an in.” he said.
	“That boy was our IN.”
	“Return him?” suggested Rocky.
	“He’s only been here a day.”
	“A mind wipe of his family.”
	“What about the teacher?  And the girls?”
	Brief pause; then, “They stay.”

(What the) fuck at the end of the road
	“Uh, what the fu—”
	At the End of the Road road Venger’s minions came upon a curious sight.
	“This don’t look good.” said Onion.
	Among the tall pines, cedars, that spruce over there, boulders as big as a house, the “remains” of a possible jet crash.  Small jet, fighter jet of one military organization or another.  But there really wasn’t much in the way of recognizable parts of said jet fighter.

	“Maybe some other type of aircraft.” suggested Chuckles.
	“Like what?” asked Rocky.
	“Balloon, those new encapsuled type that go way-way up to the atmosphere.”
	“What’s all this shit?” Onion asked looking at the strange green muck coating the boulders and ground.  It was a sticky gooey residue that had a bit of an odor to it.
	“Government experiment.” surmised Virus.
	“Makes sense.” agreed Onion.
	“What kind?” asked Rocky.
	“Biological.” suggested Chuckles.
	“Must of just happened.” said Virus.
	“No fire, no engine fire, gas fumes.” Rocky said shaking his head.
	“Hey, what’s this thing?” one of the surviving “things” of the crash site was a curious object similar to a barrel.  It was as big as a standard oil barrel but smooth, no ridges, and was tapered at both ends—like a gigantic medical pill.
	At one end, though, was a twist cap, or hatch if you will.
	Virus, Onion, and Chuckles took a step back—a little further as Rocky placed his hand on the cap and twisted.  Chuckles winced at the anticipatory explosion.  It didn’t come.  Whew!
	“GODDAMN!” sputtered Rocky, “Get a whiff of this!”
	There was no need to get closer as the “whiff” from the silver-greenish container was potent enough.  It made their eyes water and gave them all instant headaches.
	“What the fu—” said Chuckles.
	“Gas?” asked Onion.
	“Nope,” said Rocky, “something stronger!”

*

Squeak Whiskey
	“What’s the word?”
	“Two hundred proof!”
	“That’s one hundred percent alcohol!”
	“Yeah, that and then some, too!”
	“What about the other stuff, the green goop?”
	“Foreign material is the best our science guy can say.”
	“In other words, he don’t know.”
	“Right.”
	“And the remains of the aircraft?  Also foreign material.”
	The 200 proof booze in the container measured about fifty gallons.
	Only a small dose was enough to wipe someone’s mind—er, the non-electronic way.  It was powerful stuff and there wasn’t anymore AND it could not be duplicated.  But for the moment, it was profitable—as profitable as was the business Venger, Virus, and the Fallen Dragon Lady were involved in.  Not just their own twisted sexual deviancy but the paving the way for other miscreants to indulge into their own sexual deviancy.  This led way to procuring those nifty instruments that allowed the indulgence in the first place!
	The minions who had found the crash site for use of taking a bus or two to the remote area decided to find another.  The crash site creeped them out.  It took a lot to give the minions the heebie-jeebies.

Illusions of life
	Days of happiness; ruined by insincerity
	Dave Peepew wasn’t responsible for the making of the Electronic Mind Altering Devices; he wasn’t on the team that designed the Detectors or Preventors.  Dave Peepew was, however, on the Research and Development team but on the low level of approving said designs.  Mostly he pushed papers, approved fundings, and that sort.  The “hands on” part was not a part of his daily routine.  However, there were times where low level R&D non-lab tech got his hands on the latest Device.
	Of course, there were security measures to keep the Devices, the Detectors and Preventors in the lab facility.  But if you were a lab tech of any level you had security codes and clearances.  Despite Dave being a low level lab technician he still garnered a high level security clearance.  This enabled him to procure the latest EMAD.  Purely for “research” reasons doncha know!

	One day, at home, conditions were right.  For the longest time and Dave had contemplated his thoughts of the dastardly kind.  It wasn’t a matter of Would he but could he?  Should he?  His thoughts were in turmoil.  His actions even worse.  The newest EMAD was a prototype.  It hadn’t been fully functionalized so its true workings were not yet explored.  Did the Device work to the fullest capacity as expected or anticipated?  Were there lingering after effects?  A host of questions yet unanswered.  And Dave really had little idea that the Device he had sneakily acquired and managed to get out of lab and facility with worked at all!
	Time to find out.
	In the Peepew home there were as many as three girls.  The youngest was five, the oldest was nine, the middle child was seven.  And it was the middle child who was home with her dear daddy while the others were out with their mother 
	The conditions were pefect.
	It was one of those weekend days; the house was quiet (for a change.)  Just after noon and the dastardly plan began.  Right in the living room, too.  The front door was locked, as was the door from the garage into the kitchen AND the sliding patio door.  Windows were shut, drapes drawn, curtains and blinds shielding the goings on in the house and security seemed good.
	Seven year old Amber was doing a school project.  When she made her way thru the living room—Daddy Dave activated the Device.  In no way did he wish to harm his child, that wasn’t the plan or any plan.  Sitting at the kitchen table he saw he come to a halt.  His breath halted, too.
	Slowly he let out his breath, held a pesky fart, then made way to his middle child.  A lovely girl, beautiful face, long-long super curly raven dark hair, gorgeous eyes, flat chested, nice butt.  It had been awhile since last he had seen her naked.  Normally now it was in her undies he got to see her.  A time or two, or three, when fucking his wife he thought of Amber.
	Fucking Amber?
	No, not really, just thought of her is all.
	A modern house, farm house type, a man-cave basement, modern furniture but with some old world pieces.  When right up to the girl he let loose the pesky fart.  Usually that got her—she would either make a face, make a gag, make a gush and admonish her father for the offense—something.  But she didn’t.  On his knees he looked right into those gorgeous eyes.  A smallish face she had, some Italian features like her mother.  She liked to paint and could be pretty good at it.  She liked butterflies and liked to write about them, too.
	Waving his hand before her face—nothing.  No batting of eyes—nothing.
	He made a raspberry sound (i.e. fart)—nothing.
	One more—sticking his tongue out simulating licking her.
	Nothing.
	A big sigh then he embraced her.  Usually and she returned the hugged.
	Nothing.
	He patted her butt.
	Nothing.
	He squeezed her butt.
	Nothing.
	His mind was jumbled.  Just what could he do?  How far could he go?
	How far – could he go?  The thought raged in his mind like a storm.  In actuality he had not thought that far along.  What WOULD he do once he had her mind encapsulated by the Device?  With her mind controlled—just what were his intentions?
	A breath in—a breath out.  A slight degree of panic began to encroach upon him and for a moment or two he went blank.
	The sound of the grandfather clock chiming in the hallway brought him back to reality.  And with it a new direction, a new revamp of determination.  Morals be damned!  He undone Amber’s jeans.
	His panic that had tried to consume him was abated.  It was the “do or die” type mentality that guided him on.  The girl’s jeans were undone and taken down.  She wore powder blue panties.  And there was still “nothing” notable from the girl whatsoever.
	But caution being that it was—
	Just to be on the safe side he pulled the girl’s pants back up, fastened them, then scuttled his way back to the kitchen chair—then “released” her mind.  The girl jolted a moment, looked momentarily confused, then seeing her daddy made for him asking him a question about her school project having no adverse reaction to what had happened to her.
	It wasn’t Amber who was befuddled but Dave himself.
	Later on, when Amber was in her bedroom, daddy Dave once more zapped her mind.  This time, he stood before her unleashed his beastly manhood.  Noting nothing from her he blatantly masturbated and then—THEN pressed his prong against her face.  And then her mouth.
	Nothing.
	Mixed emotions flurried like a snowstorm in his mind and soul.  What he was contemplating was extraordinary.  What he was contemplating put many a man in prison—for life!  Usually for child molestation it was 15 yrs with no parole.  In the cases whereas an EMAD was used—life!  (In the cases where an EMAD was used for ANY crime—life!)
	Using her small hand he clasped her fingers about the member that was responsible for giving her life.  Then he pressed the head of his life giver against her lips.  Turmoil erupted in his mind—Good vs Evil.  His mind began to blank out again.  Slowly—slowly—s-l-o-w-l-y he pressed the soft bulbous tip into his daughter’s mouth.
	‘suck it, baby.’ he cooed to himself.
	A slow progression of penetration.
	He suddenly thought of his other daughter, the nine year old.
	There, too, was the babysitter.  Nancy, the woman next door—SHE was a hottie!  And single!  And she had ten year old!  OH!  That ten year old—he had seen her in a two piece bathing suit that was practically not.  It was then he realized the power of the EMAD.  And the mystic draw that soiled every man’s heart and soul.  He understood that with a Device—the world was an oyster.  He understood.  He knew.  The Device could enable a User to have his (or her) way with virtually any one!  Anyone on the street could be a victim.

	Be that as it may—
	Dave slid his cock in and out of his daughter’s mouth, up against her sweet face, and then—then he was once more pulling her pants down.  This time, her panties went down, too.  No reaction from the girl so he fingered her.  There was a slight-slight noticeable reaction.  Her eyes grew.  But other than that—nothing.
	Onto the bed, pants and panties off, Dave spread her legs and got busy with the tonguing.  It had been a deep seeded fantasy—to lick out his daughter’s cunt.  His daughter Mindy filled his mind—she was almost ten.  The girl next door WAS ten.  And she had boobs!
	Nancy, the woman next door—yeah, he really-really-really wanted to fuck her.  She needed a good fucking, as far as he knew she had no boyfriend.  Her husband had died in a traffic accident a couple of years prior and though she was a really sweet hottie—Dave figured her to be without—without dick.
	Dave then found himself a cunt hair from the unthinkable.
	Somehow, though, he stopped himself from completion.  His cock rested against her bald cunt.  The desire to shove his meat stick into her and “fuck her brains out” was high.  He settled for masturbating; grinding his cock against her innocent virgin cunny he humped—humped—humped—and then humped some more until spewing a generous mass of goo.
	A momentary lapse of deviltry replaced by daddy-morals thrashed him.
	“Oh my God!” he breathed in panic, “What the fuck have I done!?”
	He almost wept!
	But then the devil returned and he smeared his spunk all over the child’s cunny gouging his cum squirter into her slit.  Had she not been his child—would he have fucked her?  Would he?  Would he?
	Yeah.  He would.

	Dave wasn’t the same after that.  And Daughter Amber had no ill effects, either.  It was clear to Dave, then, that the prototype instrument of mind control worked and worked well.  He couldn’t report his findings, though.  That was unfortunate.  For them!  Dave went on to subject the nifty mind altering device to more testing.  Seemed the thing to do.
	A problem at the office where wife Katey worked put Dave in charge of the children one particular evening.  He had no problem with that.  Pizza! was of course the chorus from his girls when he asked of them what they wanted for dinner.  He helped them with their homework, played with them—the natural non-molesting play.  Then,
	Mindy took her bath and Dave was in agony.  How he wanted to be in there with her!  But she had gotten too old to bathe.  She wasn’t too modest, though, and allowed her dear daddy to see her occasionally in her undies.
	Usually seven year old Amber and five year old Jill took a bath together.
	It was no different that particular night.  So, while Mindy was in her own room doing her own thing, daddy Dave “helped” his other two daughters.  They were not opposed to having their dear daddy help them and it was quite the norm actually.  Afterwards, however…
	While the girls bathed and were bathed—daddy Dave kept his fingers from between their legs.  But he was hard pressed to keep from doing so.  Lots of suds from the bubble soap, lots of giggling, lots of hard boner.  When the girls were done with their bath and were being dried off—dear daddy Dave enabled the EMAD.
	He paused for almost a full minute.  The girls were stunned—mind stunned.
	He made a fart sound, waggled his tongue before them, then hugged them with emphasis on copping a serious feel of their ass.  No reaction from either girl.  He breathed hard and for a moment of clarity almost abandoned the narly naughty idea frothing within him.  But at the last moment—
	Finger! Finger! Finger!
	Right between their legs he daringly fingered the girls.  And with no reaction whatsoever he continued; laying the girls down he sat on his knees ogling the girls, gawking at their vaginas.  He breathed harder, sweated, and contemplated his next move.  Quickly and he dismissed anything regarding “fucking.”  But gawking, ogling, that was something he normally couldn’t get away with.  Even with the girls in their panties—he couldn’t risk his wife noticing.
	A nice fresh taste there was to the girls’ poons.  Dave licked and licked and licked; spreading their legs he marveled at their sheer nakedness and lusted heavily.  He knew many-many families, co-workers, friends, other family members who had children.  Girls.  Girls of various ages.  Chinese girls, Korean, Japanese, black, Mexican, and Bob O’Malley’s kid, she was twelve and oh so damn cute!
	Dave couldn’t think straight.  He licked and licked until such time as he had to satisfy his cock.  Pants down, underwear down, his cock rested against Amber and began to hump tenaciously.  He was already ready to bust a load and grinding against the seven year old’s cunt did the trick.  A hot blast of sticky ooze squirted out of his pisser and soiled the child’s cunny area plus her stomach.
	The release was fantastic!  Quickly and he glided his cum squirter all over the mess he had spilled gouging it into the girl’s slit.  There was no stopping him.  Managing just barely to keep his dick from penetrating he side-stepped to the youngest child, Jill.
	She was five!  Five years young!  A long moment came and went as he stared at her.  More fingering, more lusting.  Up and down her innocent slit he glided his cock grinding hard until shooting spunk one more time.

	Mindy
	He couldn’t put his finger on it—well, yes he could but this is in the figurative not the literal sense.  Anyways, there was something about seeing a girl nude.  A young girl, or a teenage girl, or a young adult.  But there was something about a young girl—naked—that really sent Dave Peepew soaring.  Especially his cock.  The opportunity came one day and Dave did not pass it up.  Mindy was home and everyone else—was not.  He wasted no time.  In the girl’s room she was at her desk writing.  Dave noted her head was turned away from the open door.  Good!  She had a large bay window to her room but it was partially blocked with curtains and drapes.  The backyard was fairly decent in size and was inundated with shrubs, trees, playhouse, and high fence.
	As soon as the girl was zapped—Dave was ready.  Ready to cum!  As soon as he had learned from his wife that Amber and Jill were going to be with her on their own doings for the day—Dave had wood.
	Mindy was a good girl; very friendly, well liked, very pretty.  Her blue top with ruffled sleeves, short-short jeans, trim body, budding boobies, and other attributes made Dave’s heart warm—and his loins moist!  She had an incredible smile, those eyes erupted with blue hues.  More than once did Dave dream-fantasize about blasting hot loads of spunk onto her face.  Standing her up from her chair he looked to her.  Staring into her eyes he stuck his tongue out making a licking motion.  Hands on her hips, then her ass.  More tongue licking motion, hands squeezing her ass to the inappropriate level then more daringly dragging the back of a finger up between her legs—all resulted in no reaction.
	Down came the short jeans.  A pair of yellow panties greeted him.  He understood well how so many Users of EMADs got so carried away—and then carried away.  Dave hoped that he wouldn’t carried away—both in the figurative as well as the other.
	With Mindy’s top off he laid the naked girl on her bed and spread her legs.
	Mindy was nine and her pussy was still very smooth.  Dave applied tongue and licked it.  He could just taste the slight hint of pee.  It was wondrous!  Just the fact of licking out the young girl’s cunt thrilled him.  There were so few real pleasures in the world; true, honest, rewarding pleasures.
	Then, when his cock demanded attention, he got naked and got busy.
	A little grinding and there it went.  And there seemed to be a lot of it, too.
	And once more there was the desire to fuck.  Somehow he managed to keep himself from deflowering his child—but he sure did want to!  He would have to be satisfied with humping and spilling his seed on her.  That would have to do.
	Sitting back on the floor he marveled at her nakedness.  That was a pleasure.  To be able to actually spend some time just gawking at her nudity.  It made him happy and up on her he went again, this time to suckle her breasts and kiss her.
Since I’m going to hell…
	Circumstances were the cause of many fascinating occurrences; usually resulting in unfavorable outcomes.  For Dave, however—depending on how you look at it, he was perplexed, befuddled, and amused.  Usually and he and his wife stepped out for a “date”; movie, dinner, lover’s leap, socializing with friends, shit like that.  On one particular “date night” Dave and his wife were enjoying the evening away from the kids when an emergency at his wife’s place of business requiring her personal attention.
	She was irked—it was date night.  Seldom did she and hubby have time to themselves.  But an emergency was an emergency.  Dave went home and though his night was busted—it was not so entirely.
	Claudia was the babysitter; a very nice girl of thirteen—fourteen in four months.  What a face!  Kind of long, long neck, long arms, very-very nice breasts with an equally very-very nice ass.  Long had Dave wanted to play with that ass, those titties, and give her pussy a very friendly hello.
	Lovely hair style, brown hair that nicely went along the sides of her face and down to those lovely simply fucking lovely titties.  Tight-tight jeans, a great smile and beautiful personality.  She was great with the girls and they loved her.  In his room he had to bust out his cock to calm it.  How long would his wife be at the office?  The thought was a pesky one.  So, figuring the time was short,
	‘Better make the best of it.’
	The girls were already in their pajamas; Mindy in a long tee-shirt with cartoon animals all over it.  Amber was in her short yellow shorts while Jill was in regular pajamas.  Claudia, clad in those tight-tight jeans rocked Dave’s world.  While the girls, and Claudia, were assembled in the living room playing some game, Dave hung back in the darkness of the hallway aiming the Device.
	Suddenly—silence.  From the cacophony of kids singing to silence.  That alone made the Device a wonderful invention.  Dave sighed and entered the living room.  The hour was early, almost nine.  How long did he have?  Was there time?  Would there be enough time to enact his devilishly dastardly deed.  Quickly and he dismissed doing anything with his girls—there was no time for that nonsense.  But with Claudia…
	A feel of her titties right off.  Then a serious cop of her ass then he was undoing her tight-tight jeans tugging them down.  Lavender panties!  Full brief type, too.  Most girls preferred the bikini style.  A nice full muffin greeted Dave, he smiled, leered, lusted, lusted, and lusted some more before lowering the colorful undy to be greeted by a nice slightly trimmed cunt.
	He was melting by the time he maneuvered her to the sofa.  There, time be damned and off came her shoes, tight-tight jeans, and panties.  A breath in, contemplation for his actions, then he was in.
	Tongue first.
	A slight hint of pee, some muskiness, some saltiness.  All delighted Dave and he began licking her determining her virginity status.  Although her pussy appeared virginal, Dave expert eye determined that she was not.  Probably a horny boyfriend, once or twice but not much more than that.  She didn’t have pouty “lips” but they were not as intact as a virgin’s would be.
	With her pussy sufficiently lubed up it was time for the ultimate intrusion.
	Off came her blue and white checkered shirt with accompanying white ribbed undershirt.  Then her pink bra.  Those titties!  So firm!  The pair of delights were not specifically “round” but ski-slope, pointy, ready-to-fuck.  Dave found himself instantly aroused and methodically was fucking away whilst staring at Claudia’s tits.
	Banging the babysitter.  Oh!  The pleasure attained from such action was enormous.  The feelings tingled him from his toes to his nose hairs.  And it felt like he was having one of those real good pees.  His hands cupped the teen’s titties as his cock slid into the girl getting it on with the business of fucking.
	There’s fucking and then there’s fucking!  Banging a teenage girl was da bomb!  He dismissed all desires for his girls and concentrated solely on boning his babysitter.  Nothing else mattered—not even when he noted Jill with a “puddle”.
	The orgasm that came was a mind blower.  Not only a mind blower but a body blower, too.  It was like a wave crashing over his heaving/sweating body leaving him trembling uncontrollably.  Every fiber of his being was on fire.  It was something phenomenal—like skydiving.  What a rush!
	He virtually collapsed on the girl.  She wasn’t heaving as much and that sort of took some of the joy out of the event.  But he doubted the girl would willingly allow him to bone her.  The “event” had only taken less than five minutes but the afterwards took a little longer.
	Then there was the cleanup.
	A wipe of Claudia’s fresh fucked cunt and somehow—somehow managing to keep himself from fucking her again; then dressing her—which was time consuming and a pain in the ass.  Then Jill.  She had wet herself and that was a bother.  Usually when she had an accident it was her mother who cleaned her up and admonished her.  First of first was, to clean the child then sop up the wet spot on the sofa.  It was still wet so—Dave did what any normal dad would do in similar circumstances.  He turned the cushion over.  Viola!  The wet spot was no more!
	Then it was back to Jill.  Fresh panties, shorts, and with her legs spread as she lay on her bed, a little dicking.  Just a little.  Rubbing his aching schlong against her sex he humped and humped and humped and then humped some more until once more releasing a bounteous amount of daddy jiz.
Morals?  Never heard of him
	That day Dave saw the neighbor Nancy in her two piece neon green bikini sent him to the moon.  How lucky he was that he didn’t blurt out her name while putting it his wife later on that night.  All thoughts were on Nancy.  He’d eat a mile of her shit to get to her cunt.  She had four kids, too!  But it was Nancy he wanted to sink his pud in—the kids were secondary.
	Oh, he loved his wife, very much.  She made as much money at her office as he did as a low level lab tech!  But it wasn’t the money—and it wasn’t the pussy, either.  She was good companionship; they meshed.  They had the same likes; they seldom argued, they seldom got very pissed at the other.  They had a good relationship.
	Be may as that—
	Nancy.
	Despite having as many as four children—Nancy Trollunderbridge had a hot-hot body.  Shapely, bodacious ta-tas, a great smile, fantastic ass.  Those hips!  Those legs!  OH-MY-GOD those legs!  She could easily be a pin-up girl.  And David Peepew wanted to “pin” her and how.
	And one day…
	With his kids out of the house and her kids out of her house—Dave decided to make his play.  Usually and the woman next door liked to water her plants on every other day.  Out on her covered patio were plants everywhere!  In pots, planters, jugs, of every kind.  Some were hanging, some were potted.  As she moved around the patio that had an awning only, Dave, next door in his own patio watched her.
	‘bet she’s not wearing panties.’ he thought to himself—and hoped.
	She wore a light summery knee length dress, flowery, light material, free flowing.  No panties—no bra.  It was a guess but Dave wanted to know firsthand.  Up against the wooden fence separating their properties he snuggled and managed to keep out of sight.  He got a whiff of her perfume—he didn’t know the brand right off but it was fragrant and ignited his loins.
	With Direct Line O’ Sight the EMAD Model 1-10-01-11 EX (experimental) Nancy Trollunderbridge suddenly snapped upright.  She still clutched her watering can but Dave knew he had her.  To make sure,
	‘lift up your dress.’ He had only recently discovered other nifty tidbits of the Device—being able to transmit pre-set messages as well as thoughts.  The process was complicated and utilized a lot of brain power resulting in headaches (severe), ear ringing, some dizziness, and sweating.  But other than that…
	He was right—no panties!
	Dave couldn’t move fast enough.  Thru his backyard, into the alley, into Nancy’s backyard and flew across to the woman—still holding her dress up.
	No time wasted; he fondled those bodacious hooters, copped a feel, then positioned her on the wooden picnic table and boinked her right there and then.  That pussy!  So snug!  His heart swooned.  His head swooned!  It was the most fantastic thing—ever!  The ringing in his ears subsided and be damned if the cable guy on the pole nearby saw—Dave put it to the woman fucking her brains out.
	After getting his initial nut he brought her inside and to her bed.  There, the dress was removed—no bra, either.  A moment or two—three, he languished playing with those marvelous tatas.  So marvelous!  Another fucking was in store and it was just as wondrous as the first.
	Feeling faint after the orgasm, he took a breather and went nakedly into her kitchen where he helped himself to a brew.  And then another followed by one more.  Then it was time for a piss.  And just after flushing—he heard the front door slam and a voice calling out—
	“MOM!  I’m home!”
	Shit-shit-shit.  Crumb crunchers.  At least one of them—there were four.
	There was one—Ty, the third crumb cruncher in the child line up.  He was a nice boy, lots of hair, lots of blond hair.  A sweet boyish face, loved to play baseball.  Was very friendly, outgoing, and helped sweep out his garage once.
	Dave had no time to grab his clothes—the young tyke was at his mother’s door and got an eyeful of the woman sprawled out on her bed—naked.
	Not a word did the boy make—he couldn’t.  He had never seen his mother naked so.  A minute—a full minute the boy was awestruck.  Then casually his eyes traveled over her and curiously he looked around.  Dave was in a bad way—butt naked in the bedroom’s bathroom—and his trusty mind controlling device on the nightstand!
	Ty, though, backed away and went to his bedroom.  Dave raced to the EMAD then backed back into the bathroom upon hearing the boy’s return.  What to do—what to do!?
	The boy stood once more at the door,
	“Mom?”
	Dave felt panicky.  This was not good.  If the boy should see his clothes—
	But the boy’s attention was on his naked mother.  Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y did the handsome lad step into the bedroom.  He careened his head up to see if she were asleep—and breathing.  Dave, in the master bath watched the lad from behind the door.  It was difficult to see thru the crack but he saw the boy gouging the heel of his hand to his boyhood.  Hmmm
	There were two girls and two boys, Ty was one of the boys and the other was five year old Gregory.  (My name’s Rory by the way—a good solid English name)  The two girls were Bridget and Clara.  Bridget was ten, Clara was three.

	The boy got to within three feet of his mother’s bed.
	“Mom?” he asked curiously.  There was concern coupled with fear.
	There was no direct line o’ sight—the Device did not work thru wooden doors and the crack of the door did not provide adequate mind capture.  Dave would have to wait.  The boy had moved closer and Dave could no longer see him; he would have to brace being seen by peeking around the door.
	When Dave moved—he saw the boy’s reflection in the bathroom mirror.
	The boy had his weenie out!
	The boy had his weenie out and was masturbating!
	Dave was stunned.
	Dave was overjoyed.
	He smiled, held a fart, and marveled at the daring maneuver the boy was doing.  And down came his pants and tidy-whiteys.  One hand worked his little boyish prick while the other smoothed over his wondrous boyish ass.
	Dave suddenly had wood.  His cock was revitalized.  He wasn’t so much into boys himself—but he was kind of curious.  Kind of.  Full on sex with a boy?  No, not really.  But to feel of his ass?  Maybe.  More to follow.
	The boy then moved to the side of the bed—almost tripping over his clothes at his ankles.  And to Dave’s chanced be the lad had moved to the side of the bed whereas his back was to the bathroom!  This gave Dave the prime opportunity to mind zap the boy.  So he did.
	A moment, two, three, Dave hung tight in the bathroom—the boy had ceased masturbating so Dave took that as a blessing.  He farted.  He farted and found himself masturbating, too!  And curiously, strange feelings erupted inside him.  He wanted to fondle that boy’s ass!
	So he did.
	Strangely and Dave found himself very enamored with the boy.  Ty was a handsome fellow and for being a mere nine years young had a nice decent “fellow.”  Dave fondled the fellow, cupped his hairless nuggets and became more and more sexually aroused.  Never mind the dame laying naked on the bed he had been sexually aroused with—and fucked.  He wanted to “play” with the boy!
	So he did.
	First it was getting the boy naked; then, laying the boy on the bed he took a moment to ogle the boy’s nakedness.  A moment was taken, too, the analyze his thoughts.  Little girls?  Sure.  Babysitters?  Yeah.  Neighbor?  Oh yes!  Little boys?
	Hmmm, didn’t seem to be on the list.
	Well, fuck it—time to make a NEW list!
	Spreading Ty’s legs he closely scrutinized the lad’s wares.  And curiously he wondered—had he been naughty with his sisters?  The little one probably not, but what about Bridget?
	Hmmm, Bridget.  Strangely and Dave hadn’t considered Bridget (as a Possible on his List.)  Slowly, though, the girl came to the top of his mind—and the top of his List!  The realization that anyone he saw could be on his List.
	Extreme caution there was as Dave delicately fondled Ty’s schlong and ball sac.  His thoughts were in a torrid state of being.  None of his thoughts congealed enough to make a statement of direction.  Slowly, though, Dave went down on the boy—sucking him.
	Dave had never-ever sucked a dick before.
	No, that’s wrong—his best friend when they were twelve.  They both got “frisky” one time in their tree fort and got naked in the middle of the night while watching for meteors.  Once naked they mutually masturbated one another and then—on a dare to one another—sucked dick.  No anal—just sucking.  Then, one more time at summer camp the following year—another summer camp fellow.
	But that was the only two times.  Just experimenting.
	Sucking Ty’s dick was more than “experimenting.”
	And the sucking led to rolling the boy over and taking a strong gander at the boy’s ass.  A long gander.  Then, smoothing his hand over that lily white smooth ass.  Which led to spreading the boy’s legs wide checking the boy’s hole.
	Could he?  Could he?  Could he fuck the boy’s virgin pooper?
	A little finger probing told Dave that he would need some lubrication before attempting that task.  And he strongly thought of it too!  Would the boy know afterwards?  Probably.  Like passing a huge turd, the boy would know his asshole was not the same as it had been.  But he wouldn’t know the particulars that neighbor Dave had made it that way.
	Dave let out his breath—and another fart.  He decided on satisfying himself with humping the boy’s ass.  Not IN it—just on it.  Not the same but…
	And there was not as much pleasure in humping the ass flesh it was so noted.  But it was safer.  He grinded against the boy’s ass, up the crack, and—AND poked the hole.  More lubrication was needed.  Dave fingered the hole then rolled the boy back over and humped his sex.
	And just as he was ejaculating—
	“MOM!  I’M HOME!”
	Bridget.
	Shit-shit-shit-oh shit-shit.
	Not good.

	Again and Dave was in the bathroom—this time clutching naked Ty with him.  Barely made it.  The little girl came to the room bitching about her book bag tearing and some girl named “Angelica” being a bratty bitch.  Then she stopped dead in her tracks as she saw her nude mom on the bed.
	“MOM!” she almost shrieked.
	MOM didn’t move.  For a long moment the girl stood still (and quiet) at the bedroom door.  Dave could barely see her.  Cum leaked out of his cock onto the bare backside of Ty.  Surreptitiously he found himself methodically fondling the boy’s wares.  What would his sister think should see find them?
	Again, his EMAD was…on the nightstand.  Good place.
	“Mom?” said the girl, “What’s going on?”
	Dave could barely see the girl entering the room.
	God-fucking-damn she was cute!  More cum squirted onto Ty’s backside.  And at that instant—yeah, he DID want to fuck the boy.  Not his ball sac or cock, or even his sweet handsome face.  Dave very soundly wanted to BUTT FUCK the nine year old.
	He also wanted to do same unto his ten year old sister.  Clad in a layered multicolored top and a black pleated private school-like skirt, the pretty blond haired girl had Dave’s heart, soul, and cock.  What a face!  Her blond hair was gorgeous and gently hugged her sweet face.  A pert little nose, perfect teeth, fingers hooked into her bookbag, he doubted that she fooled around with her brother.  Maybe, maybe touchy-feely but Dave didn’t think so.
	With his heart beating hard, his cock squirting, Dave was in a bad-bad way.
	Bridget had sighted in on the cast off clothing—her brother’s she recognized.  Who’s were the man-pants?  The little girl started with mouth open at the man size underwear, shirt, and pants in bewildered torment.
	“What—the—fuck?” she breathed in continued confusion.
	The girl moved and Dave couldn’t risk exposure—being so exposed.  Very-very difficult to explain.  “Oh, Hi!”  Cable installer—no.  Checking for bugs—no.  Straightening the ceiling—unt-uh.  Banging you’re mom ‘cause she’s so hot—bingo!
	A shadow encroached on the bathroom tile.
	Shit-shit-shit-SHHHHH-IT!
	No time—no time at all.
	Just before entering the bathroom the girl was heard to say, 
	“What the hell’s this thing?”
	The EMAD.
	‘Next time I’m gonna shove the sonofabitch up my ass!’
	Bridget entered the bathroom, slung off her torn backpack and copped a squat on the toilet.  In her hands was the non-descript EMAD.  It was long—eight inches.  Black, two inches wide, half an inch thick.  No visible buttons—sensory input and operated via original User via fingerprint identification.
	“Must be her dildo.” the girl said.
	Dave, in the shower, almost burst out laughing.
	On the toilet and Bridget farted.  She was heard peeing—then she fumbled and DROPPED the EMAD!  She cussed “Goddamn it!” then sat fooling with the thing until she finished peeing—and tooting.  A wipe, a flush, hand wash, and she was out.  In the shower—thankfully one with one of those vinyl curtains—Dave took a breath.  This was bad.  What was she doing with his Device?
	Leaving Ty in the shower Dave chanced it and stepped out peeking into the bedroom from the door—not the crack.  No sign of the girl.  Could he risk it?  It would be far better to be “dressed” than not to be found in the house.
	Never had he dressed so fast!
	Nancy remained steadfast asleep.
	The hallway was clear.
	Down the hall there was a bedroom door open.
	Dave waited.  A part of him wanted to flee—but where was his EMAD!?
	Oh, there it is—
	Peeking via the crack in the open door he saw the young girl NAKED on her bed, legs spread, fucking herself with HIS mind altering device!  Holy shit!
	His mind went frapped.  This was more than he ever thought possible.  He couldn’t believe it.  There she was—butt bare assed naked—on her bed—gettin’ after it with her mom’s “dildo.”
	Sonofabitch!
	And there was Dave watching her on the sly.
	With his head swimming he backed up trying to think.
	Then again, the front door.
	“We’re home!” the babysitter bringing the tots home.
	Sweet mother of applesauce!  Once more and he fled to Nancy’s bathroom.
	Then, lo (and behold) he heard a familiar voice—Claudia!  His babysitter!
	Still, though, he was in peril.  In the shower with a naked boy.  Not good.
	He waited.  Did Bridget get herself together before being busted?  More importantly—WHERE was his EMAD!?  Hearing voices got his attention.  He waited.  He distinctly heard Claudia—but she sounded like out in the hallway.  Did she see Nancy on the bed?  The voices drifted leaving Dave in quite the quandary.
	He couldn’t leave without the EMAD.
	With incredible stealth he made way to the bedroom door.  All the voices seemed to be in the kitchen.  Did Bridget take her mom’s “dildo” with her?  Did Claudia catch her in the act using said dildo?  Hmmm and curiously, did her mom KNOW that her daughter used her dildo?  Interesting!
	It was daring.  It was bold and daring and extremely risky—but it was necessary.  He had to secure his EMAD.  Everything else then would fall into place.  He hoped.  With extreme-extreme stealth he made his way to Bridget’s bedroom.
	No dildo.
	Quickly he searched the bed.  No dildo.  The floor—nope, not there, either.
	Shit-shit-shit-bull-fucking-shit-shit-shit!
	Voices.  Voices were coming down the hall.
	He could dive out the window.  Closet?  Pray for those spidy senses (from all those “experimental” drinks at the lab he had consumed from fellow co-workers who giggled as he downed them.)
	Or under the bed?
	The voices neared and were almost on him.
	Under the bed with the monsters it was.
	There sure as hell wasn’t a lot of room.  Dust bunnies aplenty, sandals, a small ball, a golf ball, a baseball mitt, a school book, an Electronic Mind Altering Device, some yellow panties—with skid marks! a math test with a “D”…
	An Electronic Mind Altering Device!
	Dave sniffed the one end, the tapered end.  Pussy smell!
	Suddenly, there were people in the room.  Bridget and Claudia.
	Dave clenched—this was soooo not good.
	Then—it was!
	Bridget, standing at the foot of her bed and down came her panties!
	Hmmm  interesting.
	Interesting because Claudia was standing there, too!
	Then—THEN Bridget was on her knees and up against her bed.
	SWAT!
	Dave was stunned.  Was-was that a spank?
	SWAT!
	Sure was!
	What the hell was going on?
	“Oooooh, yes!” exclaimed Bridget.
	‘Oooooh—yes!?’ Dave was confused.
	SWAT!
	“How’s that?” Claudia asked.
	“God!” said Bridget, “That makes my cunny tingle!”
	SWAT!
	“Good!” said Claudia.
	“Oh, hey, where’s mom’s dildo?”
	Ut-oh…
	‘if the little cunt looks under here…’ not good.  What to do—what to do!
	He couldn’t believe what he was doing but he placed the “dildo” out from under the bed.  There wasn’t sufficient line o’ sight—just legs!  He needed to zap their minds—not their legs.
	“Oh, here it is!” sparked the young girl.  Bridget scooped up the Device and apparently “got busy” with it—with Claudia the babysitter right there!  WTF!?  Then, Claudia’s legs disappeared!  She was on the bed!  With the naked Bridget!
	Dave’s heart was beating—and then stopped as Claudia’s pants were cast off onto the floor—along with her panties!  HOLY WTF!?
	He wondered if he could get away with busting them?  How would they react?  Of course it would be a bit of a stretch—‘what the fuck are you doing under the bed?’ would be their question.  Dave’s, of course, would be ‘what the fuck are you doing naked with a little girl?’ directed to Claudia?
	Match point.
	“OH!  GOD!  YEEEEEES!” screamed Bridget.
	Dave was insane—he couldn’t hold back any longer and pulled himself out from the foot of the bed.  There, on the bed, was Claudia, naked, laying right up against the naked Bridget, helping her please herself using the EMAD/dildo.
	It was awesome.
	Then,
	“OH!  GOD!” Bridget was cumming.
	Claudia fingered her and worked the dildo faster bringing the nearly eleven year old to orgasm.
	“OH!  SHIT!” the girl went catatonic.  So did Dave.
	Claudia then went to caress Bridget’s titties—then—THEN they kissed!
	Dave felt faint.  His babysitter he had molested was a molester herself!
	Was she doing anything with the others?
	Then Claudia was up straddling Bridget’s chest.  Then she was moving up.
	Dave was out of his mind—especially when the babysitter perched her barely furry cunt onto the young girl’s face.  Even more when that young girl began noshing at her babysitter’s Y.  It was unfuckingbelievable.  Unfucking!

	The girls on the bed fooled around—fooled around—fooled around while Dave was stuck at the foot of the bed in sheer agony.  He really-really-really wanted to bust them.  But he would be busted himself.  He needed that EMAD!  It was out of reach, though—on the bed right by Bridget’s thigh.
	Then, the girls got off the bed and went across the hall to the bathroom—to shower.  Dave breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed his EMAD and made tracks to get the hell out of the house.  Then he remembered—Nancy was on her bed and son Ty was in the shower.  Three year old Clara and five year old Gregory were in the playroom “playing.”
	There was no real reason to flee then, was there?

	First, Ty.  He so wanted to see the girls in the shower but he decided to take care of Ty first.  The boy was dressed—with a little fondling thrown in, then the lad was sent to his room “to contemplate” the mysteries of life.  Or wait five minutes which ever cums first.
	A set of circumstances led to a set of circumstances.
	He decided to leave Nancy as she was.  Then,
	In the shower Bridget and Claudia were embraced caressing each other’s backside.  Both had perky nipples that were hard-hard-hard.  After rinsing off their sin they embraced more.  Out of the shower they dried one another and seemed to have no fear of a pesky brother or the other siblings finding them—the bathroom door was wide open!  And what about the mother?  Was she in on the awareness of her daughter and babysitter being so naughty?  What the hell was going on in this house!?
	Dave had plans to mind zap the whole damn lot of them—but then,
	“DADDY’S HOME!”
	Oh shit—the ex.
	The ex who was a Marine.
	Time to go!

*This one time when I was in school the teacher gave us bottles of shampoo, shaving cream (in the can) and toothpaste.  Then she instructed us to squeeze out the contents.  We did—we were so like sheep!  Anyways, then she told us to try and put the stuff back in!  We couldn’t and stared at one another in confusion.  Our illustrious instructor smiled saying “In the moment you were consumed with what you were doing that you didn’t realize the mess you’ve made.  Then, when you realized the mess you made you realized that you couldn’t put it back in.
	“Remember this the rest of your lives before you speak.”
	We were like ten years old at the time so it was like “yeah, ok.” with a so-so enthusiasm.  It was cool an’ all, sort of science-like.  But now, older, much older, I think of that time—especially when I’m squeezing some shampoo.

*
Fate whispers to the warrior:  you cannot withstand the storm.
The warrior whispers to fate:  I AM the storm!
	Obsession
	Obsession; we all have it.  Obsessed with our team; Blackburn Rovers for me.  Skeet shooting, fishing, masturbating, drinking, drinking, getting face slapped, more drinking, porn, collecting money, collecting porn, climbing the corporate ladder, the house in the country, the flat in the city, that new car, and coveting thy neighbor’s wife—and children.
	Bridget had her eleventh birthday.  It had been MONTHS since that interesting eye-opening day for Dave in the Trollunderbridge house.  Since then he had been a pretty decent boy—work was rough, though:  the missing EMAD.  But neither Security or Lab wanted to admit they had fucked up and “lost” a precious item like an electronic mind controller.  So Dave minded himself, kept a proverbial low-profile, and stayed the hell away from the Lab—that was now under excruciating security.
	And for a time, he kept his hands off the EMAD/dildo.  Just activating it frightening him that the Laboratory could trace the Device to him.  There, too, was the fright that he knew that he could be overwhelmed with the gadget, it could lead him down a path he couldn’t back off of.  Just how far into immorality could he go?
	Dave didn’t want to find out.
	What he DID find out, though, was—he liked pussy.  Young pussy.  Pre-teen pussy.  Bridget filled his mind as did Claudia.  As did his own girls.  As did the young pre-teen who came to Bridget’s birthday party.  She was a guest.  She was twelve.  She was hot!  That hair!  Those lips!  Dat ass!  She had poise—and upon seeing her, hearing her (sing) Dave wanted to see the young girl pose herself on his face!
	And sing!  The girl sang an old rock song that rocked the audience and adults who were there—which was why Dave was not there.  The song she sang was incredible—coming out of her.  And oh how Dave wanted to see his CUM coming out of her!
	Obsessed.  Pure and simple.
	And the very next day…
	The day after Bridget’s birthday, Sunday—the Day of Sacrilege—timing was everything.  The girl who had stolen the party—and Dave’s heart, was back to visit without all the fanfare.  Dave’s family was off doing their own shtick and Dave set about to do his own.
	For the moment—which was apt to change at any time without notice, the girls sat outside on the patio chatting as girls do.  They were soooo cute!  And that Kathy!  She looked like a person who had just stepped out of the 80s!  Lip gloss, hair style, clothes her general overall appearance.  No matter what—Dave was going to fuck that girl.
	In the “downtime” he had not utilized the electronic gift (not even on his own family!) he had learned more and more of its unique operations.  Mostly from work, using another employee’s computer console, password, etc.  It was still risky but life was risky, too.  With extreme caution and some trepidation—Dave began.

	‘Bridget—go to your bedroom.’ followed by giving same command to Kathy.  It was learned that a better response there was when saying the Subject’s name first.
	Lo—and behold—the girls got up from where they had been sitting and went into the house.  Dave followed—leaving his backyard, into the alley, into the neighbor’s yard, same as before.
	Up close and Kathy was even more remarkable.  Dave himself had been in the 80s and hadn’t then paid much attention to hairstyles and clothes.  Kathy had her blond hair “feathered”, there was the lip gloss, the clothes, the whole persona of a girl from the 80s.  It was cool!
	‘Bridget—take off your clothes.’ He held his breath and watched in awe as the girl undressed herself.  Dave massaged himself.  Watching the girl, any girl, take her clothes off was a boon for him.  (especially when it was going to end in something special!)
	Once naked, ‘Bridget, lay on your bed.’
	Done!
	Next, ‘Kathy, take off your clothes.’
	Dave was ready to explode as the pretty twelve year old with no hesitation undressed.  Yellow panties!  She had absolutely zero qualms about being nude with Dave right there!  Of course, both girls were oblivious to his presence.  And in a way—that was a bummer.  He would have liked them to be a little more lively—willing.
	He so wanted to fuck Bridget but Kathy—Kathy was a guest and wouldn’t be around so much.  So he did her the honor.  First, dat pussy!  It was be all appearances virginal.  He liked that.  He smiled at it!  Just a light covering of pubes and a perfectly smooth cunt.  Down onto the girl’s cunny he went rubbing his nose into the crevice.  A few licks and he was too excited to hold back.
	Seepage there already was on his pisser; gently but with a fever he glided his favorite member up and down the girl’s sex.  He hoped seriously that there would be no intrusions.  A little thrust and he was in.  There was some blood but not a lot.  A nice snug cunt.  The fucking began and Dave was in Heaven—well, maybe a little south…
	The sensation of fucking a twelve year old overwhelmed his mind.  He was not the same.  There was shudder that lingered.  Tingling sensations rivered from his curled toes to the hairs on his head.  Kathy moaned beneath him; her nipples got hard and she had begun to undulate.  Dave pumped slowly but found as he went on that was impossible to maintain.  A steady pace there was in the beginning but soon and there was a surge of liquid love erupting from his cock.  He pumped quickly trying to ingest the overpowering thrill that was sex.
	He hadn’t had this much “thrill” even while doing his wife.
	He wasn’t exhausted but he took a breather.  Sucking on the girl’s smallish mounds, he fingered her and continued to lust.  Such a face!  He so wanted to do Bridget—and before anyone came traipsing home!  But his lust for the beautiful singer had his heart and soul.  Turning her over he fell in love with dat ass!  So smooth, white, shapely, alluring.
	He spanked it.
	He loved it!
	He spanked it again and felt a new shudder shudder thru him.
	Angling her ass up he delved his face into her ass crack, tonguing her hole and deeply-deeply desiring her most high.  Oh how he wanted to take her and Bridget to his summer cabin for a weekend!
	Kathy’s asshole was as tight as her cunt hole.  Lube juice spilled on her cunny, though, helped ease the penetration of his determined cock.  He had no idea if she would “know” afterwards.  Would her asshole be sore?  Would her pussy?  He knew his cock was.  Making full anal penetration wasn’t an easy go; his cock bent and wouldn’t make full entry.  A little fingering and smearing his spunks from her pussy onto the hole—into the hole finally paved the way to properly bugger the girl.
	Sitting back he marveled at his cum oozing out of the girl’s hole.
	His dick was soiled—off to the bathroom to clean it.
	Just as he deposited the washcloth into the hamper—
	“MOM!  WE’RE HOME!” and a small bevy of Trollunderbridge family burst into the home.
	‘No!  NO!  GOD-FUCKING-DAMN NO!’ pissed he braced being busted and dashed nakedly from the hall bathroom to the bedroom shutting the door but not entirely.  With EMAD in his clutches he waited.
	Nine year old Ty and his five year old brother, Gregory, dashed down the hall to the bathroom.  They didn’t bother shutting the door and stood peeing into the toilet giggling, farting, snorting all the while.  Sister Clara, three, accompanied by babysitter Claudia trailed along peering into the peeing boys.  Little Clara was clutching herself—she needed to go, too.
	The boys finished in the nick o’ time and stepped aside—but didn’t put their weeniers away.  Claudia helped Clara, pulling her little pink shorts down along with her pink panties.  Then she helped hoist the girl onto the toilet and let her do her business.  Ty and Gregory, especially Ty, continued to play with their schlongs.
	On her knees and the not-so-timid barely teenage girl began “playing” with the boys, too.  Then she took off her top AND bra!  The boys stepped up and while their little sister tooted on the toilet and danced her legs her brothers titty fucked their babysitter!
	Laying down and Claudia shucked her pants and panties—the boys helped.  Then, Ty mounted her chest for more titty fucking.  When his little dinky poked thru her teenager hooters—she kissed the tip!  The five year old danced around giggling and being a boy.  Clara continued to sit on the toilet slinging her legs.
	Soon and Claudia moved the boy down to where he was in proper position.
	Dave couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
	The boy had been there before, he guided his pud into Claudia’s receptacle and began pumping like he knew how.
	“Slow down!” said Claudia to the rabbit fucking boy.
	Ty giggled and slowed his progress.
	Claudia arched her back; gripping the boy’s ass she moaned, undulated, and like a snowflake in a fiery grasp she engaged immorally to the living end.  Ty didn’t have an orgasm but Claudia did.  She brought the boy back up and fully sucked his cock AND balls!  What a gal!
	When done, she turned the boy around and had him lay down.
	Patting his ass she parted the cheeks and LICKED HIS HOLE!
	Dave was out of his mind.  He had no idea the girl was soooo naughty!
	And her horny continued with taking five year old Gregory on, too.
	Firstly, she had him on her chest fucking her titties.  After kissing his pee-pee she pulled him up closer so as to completely devour him.  Ty sat on his knees nearby handling his aching smoldering dick.
	After suck-suck-sucking Gregory’s dong she pushed HIM down and got HIM to fuck her proper.  It was the most incredible thing.  Dave was near orgasm and he didn’t want to waste it.  Carefully—carefully he aimed his Device.  Claudia he could get and Clara.  The boys were out of direct line o’ sight.
	‘Claudia, stand up!’
	Claudia stood up.
	With a sigh of relief, ‘Claudia, bring the boys to the door.’
	Claudia brought the boys to the door and they, too, were mind zapped.
	Clara, too.
	A slight annoying pesky headache befell Dave, along with a nosebleed and ear ringing.  But they did not deter the man in his immorality.  The entire family, plus Claudia, were assembled in Bridget’s bedroom.  Then it was all about—who first!?  What a quandary to have!  Bridget, Claudia, Kathy, Clara.
	Claudia he had already fucked.
	Clara?
	The three year old?
	No way!
	Bridget then.
	And then Clara?
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	That thing that was said about how an EMAD could warp a User’s mind (and sense of decency?) yeppers.  Dave Peepew found himself enamored with little Clara—all the while he was fucking Bridget’s brains out his beleaguered eyes rested on the naked tot laying on the bed beside him.  He knew that there was no way—no way that he would be able to FUCK her.  That WOULD be too heinous.
	But there were other things…
	Bridget, though a virgin, sorta, twisted, moaned, groaned, undulated, and thoroughly rocked Dave’s world.  Her young pussy definitely thrilled him yanking his cock and balls into a world of euphoria he had never known.  Busting virgins was the thing!  The girl’s pussy was the thing!  As much as banging off in Claudia and Kathy, Bridget’s tight snug fitting snatch brought Dave to a new level.
	On the bed he hoisted the girl’s legs up and seriously got into fucking her.
	Sitting back and Dave didn’t “shudder” but trembled.  His heart fluttered.  A moment or two and there was remorse for deflowering Bridget.  Some remorse for his actions with Claudia and Kathy.  But damn they were good!  He couldn’t believe it and hoped it would never-ever end.
	Like driving a toaster thru a car wash, Dave ventured into unknown territory and risky behavior.  Clara.  Spreading the little girl’s legs open he stared for what seemed to be an eternity.  She was naked and beautiful.  His heart once more began to beat coupled with unknown feelings of foreboding.  Firstly he went down on the girl licking her delicate pussy tasting the pee.  Didn’t bother him and he lapped her nakedness with great enthusiasm.
	Then he rested his cock against her cunt and fucked her.
	Just humping, no penetration.  He did gouge her cunny, though, humping until he managed to get off another load of spunk.  All of it he smeared ALL OVER the child’s poon.  It was an awesome relief.  Over and over he gouged the child’s entrance; then he swatted Kathy’s ass before mounting Bridget and fucking her again.  He did nothing with the boys.

	Know that feeling you get when pending doom is lurking?
	Sitting at the breakfast table reading the morning paper (the day after) and Dave’s wife, wife entered.  From the onset and the woman was clearly upset.  She was in a rage and unable to breathe.  In her hand was a computer tablet; and on it a video of Dave humping their nine year old daughter Mindy.
	Dave was unaware of his wife installing a babycam—to spy on a babysitter to see if she was harming the children or being good.  But she caught her dear husband instead.  The woman nutted up on her husband; she went into deranged mode and grabbed everything in sight throwing at him.  A butcher block (with knives) was hurled at the fleeing/ducking man; a marble cutting board, the toaster, the glass fruit bowl (with fruit), and she tried to jerk the hanging tri-pot hanging, too.
	Dave fled to the office where he grabbed his EMAD tucked into a special drawer behind his desk.  When he whirled around—the enraged wife was there in her hands was a large non-stick skillet (in one hand) and a two-prong steak fork in the other.  Margret was a little irked.
	“What the fuck is that!?” she breathed hard.
	Dave, in severe panic mode, “A thing—to calm—you—down!” and he pressed the Emergency red sensor button.  He really didn’t know what exactly it would do but had learned it was for “emergencies” whereas the User was in a dire situation.  It didn’t get any more “dire” than a wife armed with means to hurt him—badly.
	Now what?
	He was wife, Margret, stood still breathing a little hard, still with a pissed off face, still armed.  Now what?  Pressing the Green sensory button would “release” the Emergency zapped mind—but she would return to wanting to do serious bodily harm to him.  That just wouldn’t do.
	Thankfully the doorbell sounded followed by a knock-knock-knock.
	A moment and Dave lingered.  He stared at his wife—his thoughts were jumbled.  This was very fucked up.  Very.  Then,
	At the door—Suits.
	Two of them.
	“Adam Smith.” said one.
	“Brad Adams.” said the other.
	Both men were in similar attire; dark suits complete with shoes, socks, (underwear?) watches, glasses, and hats.  Clean shaven and all serious.
	“We’re from the Agency.” Stated Adam Smith.
	“Agency?” Dave asked confused.
	“Electronic Mind Altering Device Agency.” Stated Brad Adams.
	“Oh shit.” breathed an even more panicky Dave.
	“We know you have a Device.” Stated Adam “Onion” Smith.
	“And we know that you have been using it.” also stated Agent Brad “Chuckles” Adams.
	“Jesus!” cried Dave.  His ass was cooked.
	“Relax, Mr. Peepew,” smiled Adam Smith, “we are not here to arrest you.”
	That was a relief.
	“We’re here to welcome you into our Agency.”

*

The Agency
	The “Agency” could/would and did, fix Dave’s little wifey problem.  They had EMADs, too.  But they were increasingly hard to obtain, maintain, upgrade.  Dave could help the Agency—as did and was Drake.  Dave, though, just wasn’t the same.  It had happened too fast.  The “fixing” of his wife and then his children.  And then the next family next door plus the babysitter, Claudia.  All were brought in to the suburban Agency house of horrors.  Dave wasn’t himself.  He marveled at the goings on of the Agency and did wallow in the freedom of sexual deviancy.  But the morality issue dangled in him; pestered him.  He knew that his life of normalcy was over.
	Bringing newer EMADs to the Agency was risky.  Detectors and Preventors, too; all necessary information about the Lab’s efforts on detecting/preventing EMADs.  The latest gadgets, the newest Devices, everything and anything related to mind control.  It was overwhelming.  But the perks!  Engaging immorally with his family, the hottie Nancy, Kathy, Bridget, Claudia.
	He felt horrible; but also relieved that his wife wasn’t going to kill him.
	He wasn’t so thrilled to see her being spanked, though, by other Agents as well as teenage boys.  Margret was suspended spread eagled with arms and legs outward restrained via leather straps and the whole device tilted whereas her bare backside was the object.  Teenage boys (five) took turns bare hand spanking her, then eating her asshole followed by fucking it.
	Admittedly, Dave was a little turned on but also had the horrible feeling of betraying his wife.  Then his children.  Nancy and her children.  Kathy and Claudia.  It was insane!
	“Welcome to the Agency.” A man in a Suit had said to him in greeting.
	It was beyond Dave’s comprehension.  He blamed the EMAD.  He blamed his own inadequacies and inability to resist its draw.  For most of his life he had been able to curb his unnatural desires; his perversion.  But with the EMAD, the ability to sway a mind to be numb to his misdoings—he offered no resistance.

	Dave had a lot to offer; his family, his job.  In return, he had access to the inhabitants of the Agency.  It was a give and take; a barter.  Still, Dave felt slighted.  Inside secrets from his company?  EMADs?  Sacrificing his family?
	Back to his wife.
	Now the contraption was tilted the other way so as the teen boys could take a turn at her pussy directly.  One boy, previously, had done so already from behind as the other lads had buggered her outright.  Now her pussy was shaven and a “mistress” of the Fallen Dragon was present firstly spanking her pussy with a leather strap.
	Margret was partly aware.  She wallowed in anguish; her eyes suddenly fell on her husband standing gawkingly at the door.  She looked as if though she were asking for help, pleading; pleading for understanding.  There was none.  Dave had none to give.  There was no hope.  He was in too deep.  Far-far too deep.
	As the four teen boys took their turns fucking her,
	“My family, my girls.”
	Minion Onion motioned him to another room further down the hall.
	Mindy, Amber, and Jill were well; they were clothed and in a bit of delirium.
	“They have been unspoiled,” began the minion, “and will remain so.”
	The look in the man’s cold dark eyes, though, told Dave everything.
	“So long as I provide your Agency with my company’s secrets.”
	“Correct.” said the man making no apologies and no embellishments of his unminced words.
	“Help us, and we will help you.”
	“Me?”
	Onion chuckled, “You have desires, of your family, your neighbors.”
	“We have an understanding and other aids that will “help” you help yourself to your family, and the neighbors anytime you desire.” said another minion sneaking up behind Dave.
	“Provide for us,” said Onion, “and we will provide for you.”
	“And should you need asylum,” warned in caution Virus, “we will welcome you here among us.”
	Dave nodded.  He would become a junior member of the Agency.  He was somewhat willing and a lot frightened.  How much deeper could he go?  How much deeper would he go?  Was there a choice?  Did he have a choice?
	No.
	“One more thing,” said Virus, “in all things that you do with your family, and the others—we want to see it.” On video.  It was for the Agency’s benefit, not so much for their perversion, but if Dave should ever balk and want to back away from the horrendous acts of immorality—his ass was goosed.

Schooling
	Dave just wasn’t the same—nor was his wife.  On the way home from the “Agency” he had asked of his family, “Who wants ice cream!?”
	No takers.
	The Agency’s agents had confiscated—er, acquired, Dave’s dildo/EMAD giving him a replacement.  It wasn’t as fancy-shmanzy as the one Dave had but it still worked.  Margret and the children were still under the effects of whatever the Agency had done to them.  Especially his wife.  Especially.  It wasn’t enough that she had been buggered and fucked by as many as four teenage boys but to have her pussy spanked?  By some Chinese chick in a glossy leather outfit that was crotchless?
	He needed a vacation.
	To that cabin in the mountains?
	With Bridget and Claudia?
	He did adore his wife.  She was a good lover, a decent woman, she married him.  From this day henceforth she would never be the same again.  Neither would Dave.
	He didn’t know “where” exactly the Agency was, he and his family, and the neighbors, had been blindfolded during the ride.  Then, when it was over, blindfolded again and driven elsewhere where he and the blended families got into his family car and went home.
	No, he wouldn’t be the same again, either.  There was joy in fucking Nancy, lots of joy.  But it was downplayed by the whole debacle.  Bridget, Kathy, Claudia, oh yes-yes-YES-hell yes he enjoyed them.  But at the Agency he was merely a viewer and not so much a participator.  There were teenage boys who dipped their wicks into the girls.  His own girls, Mindy, Amber, and Jill were naked together mindless in a room with some single width beds.  Dave didn’t have to do anything with them; that would cum later.  Some young boys, younger than teen age, came in, naked, and messed with the girls.  In the upper corners of the room there were security cameras capturing all on video.
	Mixed feelings did Dave have when watching the boys finger his girls.  At least his girls weren’t aware; they lay on the bare mattress and the boys, a ten year old, an eight year old, and a black eleven year old boy molested the girls.  Mixed feelings as he watched the black boy fuck his nine year old daughter.  He was kind of enthralled but on the other hand…
	The other boys made no penetrations, they merely humped and fingered.
	At home and life—would never be the same.  A lot of “fixing” was needed for the neighbors, plus the extras Kathy and Claudia.  They all had been on an outing, traffic, Mr. Peepew took everyone out for ice cream, that sort.

	Life at home just wasn’t the same; screwing his wife anytime he wanted—when he wanted and “where”—well, that was cool an’ all.  But usually and he had to watch her mood, see her posture, feel when the timing was good enough to make a play at getting laid.  She was somewhat adventurous and not a prude—she showered with him and allowed him some advanced techniques in the bedroom.
	But now, now that her mind was “fixed”—it seemed to take the wind out of the sails.  Now he could go naked in the house WITH the children present.  And they, too, could also go naked—the preferred way of their new life.
	Next door and Dave had an open door to waltz in whenever he wanted.
	There, too, was an open door to have his way with the family therein.
	It was a neat little package sewn up with one end flapping in the wind.
	A whole day went by without Dave doing anything remotely naughty with his family.  Quite often and he checked the front door, peeked out the bay window to see if there were any visitors from the Agency.  He did note the cable van parked at the curb…
	A horrible distressing feeling befell Dave.  Exciting times there had been when at Nancy’s home; hiding nakedly in her bedroom, in her bathroom, under Bridget’s bed.  The wind had been sucked out of his sails.  But there were obligations—Agency obligations.  He had a video to make and deliver—once a week, 2-hrs of family impropriety.  

*

School is in session
	With an overweight mother and a bastard step-father, Camron Normack didn’t have an easy life.  Home life sucked and school life wasn’t any better.  Living blocks away from any school mates it was difficult to make and keep friends.  Living in the poor section of town he had blocks and blocks to walk to school.  Most times and he roamed the dry riverbed exploring caves and train trestles.
	One day while school was in session, something happened.  A strange malaise befell the classroom, Camron managed to shake off the effects but still felt ill.  A nasty headache clobbered his head and something vile was left unattended in his throat.  His vision, too, was blurred but it cleared enough to show him that there were as many as three men in the room.  The classroom was a construct of being like that of an island “hut.”  The huts were then cast out from the central hut that was the cafeteria.
	Ms. Hanna Wadeinn stood not acknowledging the men, who were wearing all black Suits, hats, glasses, and even watches!  Voices aplenty did Camron hear in his head; they were garbled and were in excess of many.
	Then,
	‘Can you hear me?’ a single voice cut thru the cacophony.
	“Y-yes, I-I c-can hear you.” Camron had a bit of a stuttering problem which also zeroed him out for being picked on—i.e. bullied.
	‘Do you want to play—or be played?’
	Camron wasn’t quite sure what that meant—or implied.
	So he answered with a so-so shrug, “Play, I-I guess.”
	Then, to his surprise, ALL the girls of his 7th grade class(room) stood up and began undressing!  Even his teacher!
	‘Whoa!’ he said to himself. ‘W-what the f-fuck!?’
	Camron was near drooling.  Ten girls stood up and shucked their clothing like they were at home in their bedroom.  Camron couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
	‘You like?’ asked a voice.
	“Y-yeah!” Camron said stammering a little.
	All the girls were thirteen.  Two girls were red heads; one had her hair clear to her butt, the other had hers just to her shoulders.  Blond, dark hair, jet black; girls with hooters to hoot for, girls who had little to offer.  Girls with nice-nice rear ends, girls who were tall, girls who were small—all stood and stripped off ALL their clothes!  No girl was in a dress this day but on occasion some girls did arrive at school wearing such.
	All the boys were mildly aware of the naked girls.
	‘Are you a virgin?’ a voice sounded off in his head.
	Camron held back answer right off; he stammered and tried to fake an answer.  Camron was not quite right in the head—was one of the “slow” students.  In the beginning of his schooling he had failed to advance but eventually caught up.  He was a nice enough boy—but then again, no one really knew Camron Normack.  He wasn’t a normal boy.
	He was an advantage taker.
	One evening and his parents were going out with friends; the friends had a babysitter problem and were on the spot.  Camron volunteered his services.  He was good with kids…
	When it came time for the very pretty four year old Joanna to go to bed he gave the tyke her bath.  Here and clinically mentally disabled Camron took his advantages.  Undressing the tyke was first off; he copped a feel.  Then, while bathing her—more feeling.  Plus fingering!  All on the sly of course.  Once out of the bath it was play time before bedtime.  Clothing optional!  Little Joanna seemed oblivious and happily frolicked about willy-nilly nakedly.

	That was one incident.  There were others; like—
	Seeing the 8th grade girl trip and fall on the cement steps in the underpass.
	The girl knocked herself out!  Slumping against the cracked cement wall the girl gave out a moan and then collapsed.  She was late to class; the last bell had rung and classes were in session.  Stragglers were likely but regardless of the risk, Camron reached up under the girl’s knee length dress and tugged down her panties.  The yellow undies he tucked into his pocket (for safe keeping!)
	Not keeping track of time (or caring) Camron hoisted the girls legs and helped himself to her cookie.  He so did like cookies!  Whether or not she was a virgin or not was not known—and Camron didn’t care.  He entered the girl and be damned should anyone come upon them.
	No one did.  Camron fucked the girl, got his jollies, then skipped happily to school.  There was no angst about what he had done; and he had done more, too!  So, he “played” along to the goings on in his 7th grade class and had no qualms about it.  All the girls went up to the front of the class facing not the class but the blackboard.  All the boys were out of their minds—and clothes!
	Sitting at their desks, the boys were allowed to push their pants and undies to their ankles and get busy with the wanking.  All eyes were on the girls, and the curvy Ms. Hanna Wadeinn.
	The boys all watched as a Suit bearing a 2-inch wide black leather belt struck the girls’ behinds one at a time.  The girls shrieked, jolted, and tried to protect their asses.  They seemed to be unable to do anything else in protest; like run away, scream, fight back, etc.
	Once all the girls had been swatted one way, the Suit re-swatted the girls back to the first girl.  Then they bent over, spread their legs, and most the boys in the class were cumming off—including Camron.
	The girls then turned around.
	A mighty moan there was from the boys.  The girls were horrified ten times over—being naked and seeing the naked boys.  But they all seemed powerless.  They trembled, two girls peed, all stood gripping the desk and the chalkboard chalk rail.  Not an ugly girl in the lot!  All were trim girls, two were a little plump but not out of line.  Most eyes were on the teach, Hanna Wadeinn.
	On the desk the 7th grade homeroom/English teacher sat, legs spread wide with her feet on the desk giving ample viewing of her furless poon.  There was a tattoo of an erotic nature on one side of her cunt, upper left; and a rainbow with a butterfly on the other side.  One of the Suits came to her and smacked her furless poon with the belt.  The woman shrieked and clenched tightly—then was smacked again.  Two more girls peed.

	The boys got totally naked then stood totally up and went totally up to the front of the class to stand totally naked before the totally frightened girls.  This day when some students were absent it evened out whereas there was one girl for one boy.  Camron stood before not-the-girl-of-his dreams—but close counts.  He wanted to bone her—he wanted to bone them all!  But there were other girls, very-very cute girls.  Girls who hardly acknowledged his presence on the earth.  Girls who were stuck up girls who also made fun of his stuttering.
	Alyssia Kummings was one who did not make fun of his stuttering and often said “HI!” to him, smiled to him, and acknowledged his presence on the earth.  Her pussy was beautiful.  She was beautiful.  She was naked!  Her pussy was neatly trimmed with intact lips.  The thirteen year old had a nice rack and more than once did Camron think of her while jerking off.
	The command “lick ‘em out!” came and Camron did not hesitate.  The boys who stood before girls who had peed did.  But they did the task; made faces, gagged and retched, but licked pussy just the same.
	Camron made entry with his dick (after serious tongue lashing the frightened girl’s cunt. They locked eyes and he tried to convey “I’m sorry” but wasn’t.  There was dire determination in his doing.  She was a virgin—as evidence on his dick.  She made a yelp as her hymen was broken.  There were as many as five other virgins in the class.  Almost ALL the boys were virgins.
	Camron gave Alyssia a good fucking creaming in her pussy—and then on it in three minutes twenty seconds.  The girls on the desk, three of them, had it fairly easier than the girls pressed against the chalkboard—the chalk rail was hardly capable of holding them so the boys had to hold and press the girl he was fucking.
	It got even more complicated when the boys had to drop to their knees and lick the girl’s assholes.
	The boys were stunned—even more so than the girls.  Mouth agape, thoughts scrambled, the girls and boys were more than befuddled.  All save Camron who upon hearing the command dropped to his knees, hooked Alyssia legs/ankles over his shoulders and got busy with the lubing.  Some of his spunk had drizzled down to the girl’s puckering puck hole—didn’t bother Camron, he lapped his juices, Alyssia’s juices, all of it.
	When sufficiently lubricated—
	‘Fuck her asshole.’
	Done!
	Again, Camron had no qualms and guided his ready-to-fuck cock to the girl’s equally virginal shitter and pumped tenaciously with tenacity the Suits noticed and were intrigued.  The boy fucked hard with sincere determination—taking four minutes to achieve orgasm.

	While the boys were putting it to the girls’ assholes, they, too, were swatted.
	A minute into the backdoor treatment and the Suit with the belt walked down the line of pumping bare white lily white asses and gave them a belting.  The boys cried out but pumped faster.  They were in some agony when the same Suit walked back up the line swatting the boys’ rear ends again.
	When THAT was done—
	Ms. Hanna Wadeinn.
	OMG!
	Each and every boy took a turn with the heart stricken woman.  Twelve boys.  Twelve thirteen year old boys, one boy was twelve, one boy was already fourteen.  All naked, all with cum dripping from their schlongs, all with a little fecal matter coating their schlongs, all hard and ready to fuck their teacher.
	Plucking up panties the boys wiped their dorks off and the first boy went to knees and licked the woman’s pussy.  She sat perched on her desk freaking out.  She blubbered and carried on so—then the first boy, not Camron but Andy Zeeboy, thirteen, shoved his fuck stick into her.
	From the onset and the twenty-eight year old woman was fuck stunned.
	Andy put it to the woman creaming off into her cunt in two minutes tops!
	The girl that he had fucked, Tanya Willtop, had a proposal proposed to her:
	“Suck his dick, or take a spanking.”
	The girl was stunned.  She was one of the “good” girls, a Church girl, sang in the choir, didn’t cuss, kept her farts to herself, was polite, and an only child.  Sex was something she knew little about but was getting a helluva education.  She definitely didn’t want another spanking—it had been minutes since she had been swatted and she didn’t want another one.
	But sucking dick?  Especially dick that had just come out of her teacher’s pussy!  It was almost a no-way/no-how kind of thing—but to be spanked?  Giving head won out over pain.  The disgust of cock sucking was better than physical discomfort.
	The next girl in line chose to be swatted—and regretted it.
	Not one swat—not two swats—not three but as many as FIVE seriously hard smacks by the belt.  The girl’s ass turned a bright red—her screams had to be curtailed by a ball gag.  Her hands had to be tied behind her and the situation had become dire in the classroom.
	The third girl opted for cocksucking, as did the fourth, fifth, sixth…
	Camron was the final boy to get his rocks off in the teacher’s pussy.
	And after Alyssia sucked his cock—
	‘Suck his cock.’
	The command was directed at Lance Barkfellow, one of Camron’s bullies.
	“NO FUCKING WAY!” bellowed the naked chubby bully.  He wasn’t overweight by any means, he wasn’t chunky, he was beefy and muscular—aka bully.
	‘Suck his cock—or take a beating.’
	Slight pause, then—
	“FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!”
	Wrong answer.
	Lance found himself grabbed and thrown against the wall and zapped physically with a handheld tazer.  The boy fell to the floor to wiggle, pee, blurbble and lay cringing and crying.
	“Alright!  Alright, motherfucker, I’ll—I’ll do it!”
	‘Do what?’
	“I’ll suck it—goddamn it!  I’ll suck his dick!” the boy was blubbering, sobbing, and still feeling the effects of being electrocuted.
	‘Very good—but first!” punishment!
	Standing up, the boy faced the chalkboard and swatted FIVE times with the belt.  He would have preferred to be electrocuted again.  All the while—Camron stood by masturbating.
	Finally, Lance put his lips around Camron’s cock and sucked-sucked-sucked.  Camron smiled all the while and PUMPED into the bully’s mouth.
	‘suck my cock, bitch, suck it like a whore!’ he conveyed.
	Unfortunately and Camron didn’t cum.  Lance suckled his hairy balls AND licked the boy’s turd chute.  Camron turned around, this after a voice asked of him,
	‘Would you like him to lick your asshole?’
	‘Hell yeah!’
	Lance was less enthused but completed the task—then threw up!

Domestic life
	Oh!  dat ass!
	As far as “asses” goes—Dave had to admit that his wife’s ass was pretty fine.  There were many teen girls, young adults, neighbor Nancy, with right fine asses.  But Nancy had the best ass he had ever seen—and felt.  Now, armed with the ability to warp her mind to his will…
	Going naked was the name of the day.
	Slapping dat ass, squeezing dat ass, fucking dat ass.  Daily, anytime he wanted.  It was bliss.  It was overwhelming but it was still bliss.  Somehow he managed to push back the stuff he had seen at the Agency.  That was a bit more overwhelming than he wanted to know about.  
	Always he had to be mindful of “opportunities”; not just with his family, either.
	Always an opportunity lay in waiting—such as,
	One day Dave was sweeping out the garage and sorting boxes, Honey-Do List and that sort when two boys happened by.  They asked if they could help—for a nominal fee of course.  Of course!  Sweeping, sorting, carrying shit to the trash can, a little of this and some of that.  Then,
	With the garage door closed—
	‘Take off your clothes!’
	The power of the EMAD commands you!
	Doyle Haggentoss, thirteen, and his pal, Kalvin Klineschmitt stripped off their clothes without a word or fuss or anything.  It left Dave in awe.  He professed (to himself) that he was Straight and preferred mainly girls.  Age was not a requirement but having a pussy was.  However, that ‘requirement’ was not set in stone.  Once the lads were naked a strange feeling enveloped the man.  When at the Agency’s house he had found those same feelings swarming him when watching young boys bouncing around willy-nilly with their willies hanging about.
	Watching lads fuck girls, women, young adults was thrilling but just watching them bounce around naked—kind of thrilling too.  Dave paused to linger at the boys.  then,
	‘Are you—a virgin?’ he asked of Doyle.
	The boy with reddish brown hair, big nose, freckles aplenty, a small pudge, big scar on his left leg, nodded that it was so.  He had no sister, girl cousins, one older brother.  Best pal, Kalvin, had not one—not two—but THREE sisters!  One was younger, the other two older with one in college.
	Dave was not a professional in asking pertinent questions via the EMAD:
	“Are you gay?” “Do you like young boys?” “Would you suck dick for X amount of money?” and so on.  Dave merely walked the boys into the house to his room where he firstly caressed their asses—then, remembering the Agency he set up the video camera.
	Then he spanked the boys.
	A bit of adjustment to the EMAD to adjust the boys’ awareness.  The Agency didn’t want “zombies” so mickying with the minding level to whereas the boys would fuss, cry, and fidget as their young tender butts were swatted took a little time.
	And strangely, it got Dave off.  While striking the boys he found some sort of weird sensations he was unaccustomed to.  There was “pleasure” in the spanking.  He enjoyed spanking his wife, Nancy, the girls.  But a boy?  His cock grew very hard and soon had the boys slobbering on his johnson and—and he liked it!
	When the wife came home with the children—Dave firstly sent the children to their room to play.  Margret came into their room—to play also!
	With the camera rolling, naked Margret took HER turn at swatting the boys.  When they stood up from being spanked each, they were sucked.  The boys strangely had boners raging and Margret sucked them until they came off in her mouth.  Dave masturbated watching and found another new thrill—watching his wife being sexed.  He was thankful that when the whole family had been at the Agency his whole family had not been mistreated.  He knew the Agents of the Agency wanted to in some capacity.  Maybe later.  So far and they would be satisfied with home stuff involving the children.  So far.
	After much sucking (and cumming) the boys took turns spanking Marget.
	That day at the Agency watching his wife get fucked by those teen boys—wow!  He was frightened and very concerned at how badly that scene could have been.  But, on the other hand—he was oddly enthused.  So long as she wasn’t harmed.  Same with his kids and same with Nancy and her kids.  He very muchly wanted to have Bridget, Kathy, and Claudia across his lap and to be just aware enough to feel the strikes he was landing to their delicate tushes.
	Once Margret’s ass was a brilliant red—
	On the bed she lay with her legs spread.  The boys were conscripted into licking her out.  While they did so, the boy not eating at the Y spanked the boy who was.  Dave hoped the Agency liked that.
	Once the “eating out” was done—five minutes worth, the boy sank his rock hardened pud into the woman’s fine snatch box and got busy with the fucking.  Dave did ask of the one boy with sisters if he was fucking any of them.  answer:
	“Yes.”
	All of them?
	Answer:  No.  Just the younger one and the middle sister.  But not often.
	After the boys fucked Margret sufficiently Dave decided to kick up the video by having the boys suck each other.  There was hesitation and reluctance on the boys part but they did perform orally—then anally.  The lads objected and their awareness told Dave more adjustments were needed.  Butt fucking soon followed and while they did so—Dave struck them with a belt.

Incredulous finale
	His mind just sort of blanked out as he lay fingering his oldest daughter, nine year old Mindy.  With her mind “captured” by the EMAD she lay awake and unaware of her dear daddy’s misdoings.  To Dave it was moot, the molesting of his child no longer thrilled him.  In the beginning it did and he reveled in it.  But after a time he had become mired and the thrill of molesting had taken a dive.
	Still, with the camera capturing all, Dave fingered his daughter then angled himself masturbating until he spewed his cum onto her cunny.  Then he lay off to one side sinking into depression.
	After smearing his spunk on his child he lifted her legs pushing them back and smacked her ass until she began to squirm.  When her ass was red he stopped his attack hoping that the Agency would be satisfied with that.  He was sure that the Agents of the Agency would love to see Amber and Jill molested, spanked, something—anything.  He had the girls run about the house naked chasing one another.  Then, seven year old Amber and five year old Jill stood before the camera fingering themselves.
	Then they fingered their daddy.
	The umph that Dave usually had had steeply dived.
	Ensuring that the Agents would be well sated by what they saw on the video, next door neighbor Nancy (and family) were brought over as guests.  Birthday singer Kathy and babysitter Claudia were also present. A neat package!  The opening scene was Nancy and Margret having sex.  That alone should be enough to satisfy the Agency.  The naked women mouthed one another, groped titty, then sucked cunt.  They 69ed and got fucked and spanked at the same time.  While Nancy, on top, licked out Margret’s cunt, Dave helped himself to the woman’s mouth and dipped his wick into his wife’s cunt.  Then, after ejaculating into both those orifices he moved to the other end, spanking Nancy’s ass until it was tomato red.  The woman was “aware” but not out of control.
	It was a different sort of thing to have a woman freaking out with her mistreat than to have her mind numb to her mistreatment.  Dave spanked her ass with his cock then entered her asshole for a righteous fuck.  As he came off into the dirt chute he had naked Kathy zoom in with the camera on his jiz oozing out of her hole.
	A brief shower to rinse the sin off his body then he had Bridget and Kathy make out—69 and mouthing one another while he held the naked little three old Clara on his lap.  His mind was turning to darkness.
	A rule he had for himself was to never fuck a girl under ten.
	He wouldn’t do his daughters Amber or Jill, seven and five respectively, but he did with his nine year old, Mindy.  He licked her pussy, fingered it, fingered her funk hole, spanked her lightly having the girl completely mindless of the assault.
	Then he fucked her.  There was no full penetration but he did get into her and was able to pump a few pumps before pulling out slinking off to a corner to break down.  The darkness in his mind clouded him; overtaking him.  There was an overwhelming feeling of disparity; it was like sinking into a tomb!
	There was no way out.
	Hands began to pull at him.  That disparity he had felt earlier consumed him; he began to choke.  There was no light—there was only darkness.  Then, in a glimmer of light he knew what he had to do.

Minion Central; the Agency Rm. 3A  10:15AM
	“Profits are up significantly, fifteen percent.”
	“Taxes, insurances, incidentals—twenty-two thousand.”
	“Vans need thorough cleaning.”
	 “Informant Oscar-Oscar says a sweep of the City is for Wednesday thru Saturday.  Two units of Feds are going to be a part of that sweep.”
	“Make sure you keep your Devices off until the sweep is clear.” Venger said.
	There was an unsteady pause in the office.
	“Any other news?”
	Virus, Onion, Chuckles, Rocky, looked glum.
	“What?”
	“Our newest inductee, Dave Peepew—”
	“Yes?”
	Slight pause for dramatic effect; then,
	“He took his family out of town and off the grid.” supplied Onion.
	“And?”
	“Blew their brains out.”
	Venger closed his eyes and the pencil he had in his fingers snapped.
	“And Mr. Peepew?”
	“Yeah, his brains, too.” said Rocky.
	“The others?  The neighbor gal and her family?”
	“Yes, sir, all of them.”  end meeting 10:30AM

*

Vroom!
	Cruising was the thing; you meet people with same interests.  Mostly cars.  Hotrods, low riders, cool cars, old cars, hot cars.  Same with the people; young, old, those old wanting to be young.  It was a social interaction other than being at the mall.  Jon “Hotrod” Illnerford was a cruiser in a hot yellow ’32 Ford.  
	One particular evening, Friday to be exact, the 21 year old lazily cruised the Westend St. of the City.  No purpose, just to cruise and be seen.  On most weekends and Jon was at the local racetrack plying his trade and hobby.  On the weekend nights he was on the street—doing about the same.
	He wasn’t along, of course.  Dozens of other folk were out doing the same thing; cruising was the IN thing.  Making contacts, hanging, chillin’ with your peeps, the whole rot.  At a light and a smokin’ bitchin’ late model 40s style Studebaker pulled up—full of girls!
	Jon smiled.
	“That’s a nice ride,” said one girl hanging her head out the window.
	“I know.” Jon said with a smirky smile.  He wasn’t a bad sort-er, physically speaking.  1950s/60s hairstyle, chiseled looks, dashing in a homeboy sort of way.
	“Yeah, we think you’re ride is bitchin’,” the girls in the car, about five or so, all giggled and made whoo-hooo sounds, “in fact,” the girl continued, “we think it’s so bitchin’ we’re gonna give you a prize!”
	The light went green.
	Fuck it.
	But the driver of the Studebaker hit the gas; the girl hanging her head out the passenger window, “meet us at the next light!”
	Jon was irked and hit the gas himself just barely beating the girls.
	The girls were uncontrollable; laughing, chiding him, and carrying on.
	Jon let it go, sighed, and waited the for light so as he could smoke them.
	“Oh, hey—forgot about the prize!” giggled the dishwater blond.  She had a nice face, seriously curly blond hair, a pert nose, and from what he could see in her short near skin tight tee-shirt pert ski-slope titties.
	‘A blowjob?’ thought Jon (hopefully).
	Suddenly a girl was popped out of the Studebaker’s rear passenger window and raced around climbing into Jon’s ride.
	“WHAT THE FU—” Jon bitched.
	The light turned green and the girl driving the Studebaker waved, hit the gas, and turned left (American driving) hauling ass down the opposite street.  Jon, on the far right was unable to follow due to traffic behind them.
	The girl who had invaded his ’32 Coupe was shrieking, “GO GET THEM!” she was giggling, perky, and twelve.

	“Who the fu—”
	“Don’t you cuss at me!” warned the girl.  She was clad in a colorful tee-shirt 1-2 sizes too big for her.  A long narrow face, long dangling ponytail, and the inability to sit still more than 2-seconds.
	“WHO ARE YOU!?”
	“Don’t yell at me!” she said seriously.
	Jon managed to get to a turn on the street he was heading and make a U then back to the light and turn right going in the direction the Studebaker went.
	“Where’d they go?”
	“How the hell should I know!?” bitched the girl.
	Jon shot her an angry look.  “Who are you?” he repeated angrily.
	“Carolanne.” She said squanching in the single highback seat, “All one word.”
	“Who were those girls?  Especially that one—in the window?”
	“Why,” said being a smartass, “you want to SCORE with her?”
	“I might,” bitched Jon, “after I—” he didn’t finish.
	He stopped at the light.
	“Sheee-it!” he seethed to the fidgety girl, “Get down!” and he wrestled with the girl pushing her this way and that into the small space between the seats.
	“HEY!” said the girl slightly panicky, “What the fuck!?  Is this a feel job!?”
	“Quiet!” he bitched under his breath, “Fuckin’ cops!”
	Luckily one—at the light and the motor cop flashed his lights and came up to Jon’s side of the ’32.  He smiled looking into Jon’s ride and to Jon shinning his cop light into Jon’s face.
	“You been drinking?” he asked.
	“I’m old enough!” Jon bitched handing over his license.
	The cop scribbled on his ticket book, “Yeah, I know.” he said dryly.
	“What’s the problem THIS time?” Jon asked.
	“You’re taillight’s out.  Fix it!”
	Jon shook his head, took the ticket, smiled saying “I sure will, Officer!”
	“And don’t stay out here too late—go home!  There’s enough of you cruisers as it is!”
	Jon nodded, continued to smile and gently motored thru the intersection—when the light changed to green.
	Patting Carolanne on the ass, “Ok, clear.”
	“Watch it,” she griped, “don’t get fresh!”
	“I wouldn’t—with you!” Jon said pissedoffedly.
	“I aint so bad!” pipped the girl, “If I had a boyfriend he’d pound you!”
	“Yeah, an ugly fourth grader?” then, “Here, file this in there.”
	Carolanne opened the glovebox and stuffed the ticket inside with the others.
	“Where do you live?” Jon asked still highly pissed off, “I gotta get you home!”  It was almost ten o’clock and curfew time for her—and deadmeat for him; jail time if caught with the little twerp.
	“Oh no!” cried out the girl, “No way, I’m not hittin’ the rack ‘till I get a little action!”
	Jon seethed.
	“Who were those girls?”
	“The one in the window was my sister.” Carolanne explained.
	Jon shook his head.  What a fuckin’ night!

	“It’s kind of a game,” Carolanne said as a still pissed off Jon looked his eyes out for the kid’s sister in the Studebaker, “we pull up to some jerk in a bitchin’ ride and I hop out and ride with him to the next light.  Kind of a dare thing.”	
	Jon shook his head, ‘some fuckin’ game!’
	“You’re gonna get yourself hurt doin’ that shit some day.”
	“Yeah-yeah,” the girl scoffed, “we just do it one block.”
	“Yeah?  Looks to me like you got ditched!”
	For once and the girl shut up.
	“What kind of crap music are you listening to?” she said out of disgust for the music Jon was listening to.
	“The only true music there is,” Jon answered, “rock!”
	“My mom says it’s the Devil’s music.”
	‘You mom’s full of shit!’
	The girl went to change the station; Jon slapped her hand,
	“My ride, my radio!” he seethed.
	Carolanne almost said “FUCK YOU!” but held her tongue.
	Slumping back into her seat scowling, “So, do you have a girlfriend?”
	“No.”
	“Boyfriend?”
	Jon gave her a scowl back and wasn’t going to answer.
	“Have you done it yet?” she boldly asked.
	“Done what?” stopping at another light and looking hard for the Studebaker.
	“Sex!”
	Jon shot her a look, “What the hell?” he asked shockingly.
	Carolanne shrugged her shoulders.  “My sister says she gets it all the time.”
	‘Your sister’s a slut, then!’
	“But she wont tell me any details so she must be lying.”
	“You’re too young to know stuff—ANY of that stuff.”
	“Nah,” Carolanne said cocking one leg; still fidgeting, “I know stuff.”
	“Yeah,” Jon said scoffingly moving thru the intersection, “like what?”
	“Well,” she said confidently, “I know what a handjob is, AND a blowjob!”
	“Jesus!” what the fuck are they teaching in school!
	Jon shook his head, “That’s more than you should know.”  Then,
	“Do YOU have a boyfriend?”
	“Nah, they too stupid and too much into sports and other shit.”
	Jon hid his giggle.
	“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked curiously.
	Gripping the wheel Jon clenched himself all over.
	“Yeah, I guess so, for a kid.”
	“I’m as ugly as your car!” she said being a little pissed off herself.
	Jon scoffed to himself.
	Making a turn at the end of the Cruising street Jon thought he saw the car he wanted and hit the gas hard spinning the tires, smoking, and generally “hauling ass.”
	“You like to go fast!?” Carolanne asked—or stated.
	Jon didn’t answer but concentrated on the puke blue ’55 Studebaker.
	Cutting across a service station and then the convenience store parking lot still got him zilch on tracking down the suspect car.
	“FUCK!” Jon bitched aloud slamming his fist to the car.
	Carolanne remained silent—until she farted.
	Jon gave her a stern look.
	“It wasn’t me!” the girl said—then she pursed her lips trying not to smile and/or laugh.
	Jon shook his head, ‘stinky brat.’
	Slowly and Jon cruised other streets that weren’t the norm for cruising.
	“Are you a virgin?” Carolanne suddenly popped up.
	“Thought we asked this already.” Jon said getting fed up with the pesky girl.
	Carolanne shrugged.
	“So you’ve seen a girl naked?”
	Jon looked at her, ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’
	He shook his head determined not to get into the girl’s world.  But,
	“You’ve seen a BOY naked?”
	“Of course!” she almost shrieked.  Then, “No.”
	Jon thought—“Do you want to?”
	Slight pause; then, “You offering?”
	Jon shrugged his answer.
	Up 34rth St. to Kolome, then the front row of Warehouse Row; left and he would be on Wilton Ave back to the main drag; right—right and it was the long 2-laner out to Widow Lake.  The dash clock showed 10:10PM; the twelve year old was out after curfew.  Whether or not her parents cared wasn’t known.  The cops cared.  What about her sister?
	“So what’s a blowjob like?”
	Jon’s mouth fell open.  Who was this girl!?
	“How the hell should I know?  I don’t give ‘em!”
	“I figured that!” snapped the girl, “I meant, what’s it like to get one?”
	Jon shook his head, “I-I don’t think I should tell you.”
	“So you’ve never had one, huh?”
	The girl was about to get bitch slapped.
	“More than you!”
	“I’m a girl—I don’t have a weenie and don’t get blowjobs!”
	Time to set her straight.
	“Wrong!” Jon said turning LEFT.  “A guy CAN give a girl a blowjob.”
	Again—silence.

	“How?” she finally asked.
	Jon cruised back to the main drag; Peterson’s Emporium on the right was well lit up showing off the latest furnishings for today’s home.  Singh Automotive was on the left spanning almost an entire block—also well illuminated.
	“You really want to know?”
	The inquisitive girl nodded.
	Licking his lips thoughtfully, shaking his head knowing he was about to traipse down a dangerous road, “A guy can give a girl a blowjob by going down on her.”
	By her expression—Carolanne had no idea.  She couldn’t conceive the “going down” part—it eluded her.  “I don’t get it.”
	With a big sigh, “A guy—goes down on a girl—between her legs—licking her her—her—where she pees.”
	Carolanne was almost mortified.
	“No way!”
	“Way.”
	“Bullshit!”
	Jon shook his head and went thru the yellow.  He slowed and checked his mirrors for the motor cop.
	“Prove it!” said the girl flatly.
	Hmmm

	“Well,” Jon said taking a side street that went down to the park, “you’d have to—you know.”
	No, she didn’t.
	Mulling it over and getting frustrated, “I cant do it with thru your clothes!”
	He let that sit in.  then,
	“Ooooh!” a burst of realization.  “Shit, you mean I have to—”
	“Right, take ‘em off.”
	Jon knew, too, that the park was one place the city cops liked to bust people.  
	But past the park there was a good enough area for interesting shenanigans.
	“You’re gonna fuck me aren’t you!” said the girl showing a little concern.
	“No,” Jon said firmly, “that’d get me in a whole lot of trouble I don’t want.”
	Carolanne nodded her head.  “Ok, just the blowjob then.”
	Jon couldn’t believe what he was about to get into.
	“Soooo, where?”
	Jon pointed to the little space between the seats.  There was space behind the seats where a bench seat could go but wasn’t installed.  The floor was carpeted.  Carolanne moved down to the floor and showed some apprehension.
	“I-I don’t know about this.” she said suddenly being fretful.
	“It’ll be fun,” Jon assured her, “girls LOVE blowjobs!”
	“Yeah, sure.” Then, with a sigh of unsuredness, a shrug, a thought of “Am I really doing this?” Carolanne pushed down her pants.
	Jon helped get her pants off, along with her shoes.  Being kinda dark he couldn’t really see her all that well—hardly at all.  The lights of the ’32 were off and there was none from the outside either.  He would have really rather seen the girl naked in the daylight.
	Anyways,
	Carolanne slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y inched her panties down with increasing trepidation.  Jon seriously contemplated his next move.  All the way came the panties.  He spread the girl’s legs and could just about hear her heart beating.  She was breathing hard and had begun to snivel.
	“I-I don’t think—maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
	Too late.
	Jon “went down” on her licking her preteen pussy silencing the girl’s anxieties.  Giving a girl a “blowjob”—one of his favorite pastimes!  Carolanne wiggled and made odd noises as she was eaten out.  Jon’s tongue was talented and he heartily licked the girl sending shivers thru her young body.  Talented fingers, too, went into her crevice with another probing her asshole.
	“HEY!” she squealed.
	Then, before she knew it, Jon had moved up on her sliding into her well licked pussy his twenty-one year old cock.
	“HEY!” she said again.  She began to thrash and cry out realizing too late she was in too deep.  Jon was in deep, too.  She was a virgin—Jon liked virgins.  Carolanne began to cry; she tried to fight but the struggle was frutile.  Jon began to pump.  Although dark inside the ’32, Jon could see the frightened girl’s eyes.
	Suddenly, the girl bashed his head—with her head!
	“OW!” Jon blurted.
	“FUCKER!” cried out the girl.
	Jon pumped faster—harder.  Carolanne fussed and found his tire jack.  Gripping it hard she bashed IT against his head.
	“SON-OF-A-BITCH!” Jon yelled and slapped the girl.
	She let go the tire iron and was in shock at being slapped.
	“You need a good spanking, bitch!”
	“You wouldn’t fucking dare!” Carolanne quipped.
	Jon smiled, ‘Cunt, I’ve already crossed that line of dare!’
	A little more power fucking whereas Carolanne’s fussing diminished.
	Carolanne began to sob and rub her face hard with her hands.
	“You fucker!” she called out, “You promised!”
	‘I lied!’
	Jon reached that pivotal moment unleashing a torrent of hot delicious spunk.
	Carolanne thrashed about picking up the tire iron again and trying to strike her errant lover.
	“Not this time, bitch!” Jon said blocking her attack.
	Pulling out and the errant lover started to move up.  There was no back-up plan there was only a “now what?”  But sex, and orgasm, had a way of fouling up a guy’s mind and thought process.  Thankfully and there was Carolanne to solve that issue for him.  Resting on her chest opting for a titty fuck and then see what would follow—the resourceful girl came up with a screwdriver opposite the tire iron and drove it into Jon’s thigh.
	Not very far, just the tip.  The girl lacked sufficient strength to drive the implement further but it still hurt just the same.  In a burst of anger he firstly slapped the unfortunate girl again, then rolled her over pinning her hands behind her back.  She still managed to wrestle with him but he was stronger, bigger, older.
	“Stop it!” the girl cried out, “Get the fuck off of me!” and “I don’t want to do this anymore!”
	Jon paid her know attention and got the duct tape from under his seat and taped her wrists.
	“Fuckin’ little WHORE!” Jon said angrily still smarting from the screwdriver attack.  “How’s about that spanking?” and he wrenched himself around smacking the girl’s ass.  The girl let out a screech.  Another screech came when Jon pinched her flesh.
	“YOU MOTHERFUCKIN’ SONOFABITCH!” 
	“What a mouth on you!” Jon chortled then smacked her ass again.  But there wasn’t sufficient room for what he wanted to do to her.  More duct tape—to her ankles.  Then he fired the ’32 up and headed to the lake.

Widow Lake
	Two miles around the lake; a few summer cabins scattered about, the lake was not for fishing—for some reason the fish just weren’t there.  Even with the fish department stocking the lake the fish didn’t bite and seemed to disappear.  And on any given night—summer, winter, spring, fall; a strange mist would come across the lake disappearing before noon.  The “widow” part came from the menfolk going out to try their luck with fishing.
	They never came back!
	Not even the bodies!
	Scientists determined that there was an underground siphon sucking fish and men into a nether world unseen.  Anyways, Jon…
	More than once did Jon have to smack Carolanne’s ass as she lashed out kicking and fussing.  She cussed up a blue streak, too.
	Once at the lake, Jon drove to a particular spot away from the few cabins and set about disciplining his unwanted passenger.  Taking the unruly girl to a lonesome picnic table he pressed her against the tabletop and lashed her ass with his bare hand.  Her screams bothered him that someone might hear.
	Duct tape!
	More spanking and then—THEN…
	The girl really went berserk when Jon’s cunt busting cock invaded her asshole.  It, too, was virginal and Jon had a little trouble getting in.  The girl seriously fussed, kicking him and twisting about to the point where Jon just bashed her head against the table.  She settled right out then!
	A little spanking as he made full anal entry.  The girl moaned and Jon removed the duct tape—she was beyond screaming or making a scene drawing attention to herself.  When the backdoor deed was done, Jon pulled out and brought the weary girl to her knees.
	“Time for you to give ME a blowjob, bitch!”
	The girl instantly retched as the foulness of Jon’s schlong was very disgusting.  With a flick of his wrist he once more bashed the so-so pretty girl’s head against the side of the table.  She made odd sounds.  Jon pumped her mouth but was unable to get off therein.
	More spanking!
	The girl barely reacted—that was ok.  Jon spanked the girl with all his might until his hand hurt.  What a night!  He hadn’t planned on getting laid; just to cruise the streets and be seen.  The young girl was a pain, true, but…
	With her ankles still taped he hefted Carolanne onto the table and pushed her legs back.  One more time into the pussy for an all out fuck.  It was intense!  He pulled out a couple of times and rammed his “weenie” into her asshole to complete the deed and came off therein at last.
	Worn out, stinky, sweating, sticky, Jon stumbled back to rest his ass against the fender of his ride.  The realization of his actions slowly began to sink in on him.
	‘Now what?’
	Good question.
	He didn’t have a Device.
	She was sure not to be cool about the assault.  She would sure as shit tell her sister who would tell the cops—and for sure as shit they would be at his door straightaway.  That just wouldn’t do.  There was a race meet that weekend, he needed to meet with sponsors and get his ride doing some burn runs to impress.
	He couldn’t do that locked up.

	Suddenly, there was Carolanne stumbling in the dark mumbling and stumbling.  Jon watched her deeply thinking of how he could get out of the fucked up situation he was in.  Then, suddenly—the girl tripped/stumbled and fell clunking her head on a rock.
	“Goddamn clumsy cunt!” Jon bitched nudging the girl with his foot.
	She rolled and made no sound.
	Ut-oh.
	Squatting down he checked her breathing.  There was none.
	No pulse, either.
	“Well fuck me!”
	This was not good.

	There were worse things than being caught with a dead body.  At the moment and Jon couldn’t think of one.  It was unfortunate for sure.
	“Damn.” he said to himself.  She WAS a good fuck, a bit of a brat but…
	The duct tape removed he walked around the table a couple of times then paused to stare out at the lake.  At the end of a rickety pier was a small wooden crappy boat.  In his tormented mind he already saw himself tumbling out of the boat and sinking to wherever the other men had gone.  That wouldn’t be good.
	There were a thousand or so outcomes for his situation.  To let the girl’s body be found; to let her be “missing.”  Those were the two choices.  He knew the cops would be looking for him—the girl’s sister would remember him—and his car!
	Maybe.
	The boat was leaky and when Jon plopped the girl’s body into the boat—he almost toppled over himself!  Recovering and Jon gently pushed the boat away.  That’s when he heard a moan (from the boat.)
	“Oh shit!” Jon reached for the boat—and promptly fell in.
	The girl was not dead!  She was moaning, had a nasty concussion, but alive!
	That was good—or was it?
	Still faced with the “what now?” Jon reloaded the girl back into his ’32.
	He sat there in his seat for a long time.  He felt bad for her condition and situation.  The morning was coming on fast.  He had to be at the race track early.  Carolanne complicated things.  He was glad she was alive—but…
	The ’32 fired up and off he went heading for home.
	It was a long drive; he decided against going back into town and made the long trek around taking backroads and minding the speed limit—now was not the time to get pulled over with a young girl in his car—naked with a head wound!
	At 2AM he pulled into his drive.
	Again—now what? plagued him.
	Normally and Jon didn’t use his garage for parking his ’32; but when scurrying a body into the house it was wiser to do so—just in case a looky-loo might see something they shouldn’t.  She needed medical attention for the head bang bash.  The rough sex, too.
	Taking a shower was good—it helped him rinse off and remember something he had tucked away in his memory.  It was not an EMAD!  It had no mind controlling properties.  It’s only ability was zapping, mind blanking.  A memory eraser if you will.  That’s all.  And he acquired it after one day in the City he saw a scruffy man about to wail a piece of wood upside the head of an unsuspecting minion, Myrus the Virus.
	Virus was scanning a group of young peoples in front of a pizzeria when the incident occurred.  Jon cold cocked the man slinging him up against the façade of a building.  Virus assessed the situation quickly glaring at the scruffy man who just after Virus to rob him.  The man scrambled off running into the nearby alley and away.
	In thanks, Virus gave Jon the Little Emmy.  He explained that it had one function, “Better than any drug out there.” And there were many.  Jon had used it just two times, both times were at parties.  A Halloween party and a Christmas party.  Thereafter he put the Little Emmy away and out of his mind.  He realized early on how dangerous the thing could be and the potentiality of decreasing his freedom.  The Little Emmy was regarded as a “helper.”  A little helper in precarious situations—such as the current one Jon found himself in.
	In the shower he washed the girl down and noted the wound to her head wasn’t so bad.  Her cage had been rattled but there was no significant damage—that he knew of.  He was no doctor so he really didn’t know.  After the shower he laid her out on his bed.
	He was tired, in just hours he was supposed to be at the track laying some track.  There were going to be sponsors there!  He had to be seen!  If he were going to go big, go state and nationals, then he needed sponsors to pay for those events.
	“Fuckin’ bitch!” he bitched.  If she had just stayed in her sister’s car…
	Her sister.
	“Shit!” that gal was going to be trouble.  She was probably out of her mind looking for her sister.  The girls’ parents were probably pissed off and worried.  If they went to the cops—most likely, would the joker who cited him remember him?  As far as Jon knew he had the only piss yellow ’32 Coupe cruising the boulevard.
	But the motor cop hadn’t seen Carolanne.
	It was getting complicated.
	Jon lay beside the girl on his back and drifted off to sleep.
	The sound of the neighbor’s sprinkler hitting the side of his house woke him up.  It was 9:30(AM).
	Carolanne was squirming a bit; kind of in a daze.  She had also peed.
	Cussing and a rage filled Jon; he rolled the hapless girl over and walloped her bare ass but good.  The youngster wailed, thrashed, and enthused Jon all the more.
	“Stop it!” she cried.
	Jon wasn’t stopping it—his rage consumed him and roughly he jammed his rod into her cornhole.  It wasn’t easy, her legs flailing about, her young body thrashing, and her cornhole only being breached once before—like hours earlier.  But dire determination made it happen and Jon “Hotrod” Illnerford was butt fucking.
	After the deed and the girl settled down—sorta.  She whimpered and when Jon turned her over—she lashed out managing to put a heel to his balls.  Jon collapsed to the floor in much agony—the strike was impressive very muchly incapacitating him.
	Jon lay withering in immense pain and severe discomfort.  He began to retch.  Each violent retching caused even MORE pain to his nads.  Five minutes—ten—fifteen minutes later and…still pain.  There was subsidence but still—pain.
	Thirty minutes and the pain had just about diminished completely.
	The girl on the bed, though unrestrained, was too dizzy with trauma to make a play at escaping.  She was massively confused, too.  Stumbling to the kitchen, Jon fetched the roll of duct tape under the sink.  First were those flailing legs; tape the ankles.  She still managed to hit his chest.   Jon wrestled with her hoisting her legs up and walloping her ass as hard as he could.
	He had his hands full.  The girl settled down—some.  But her cries frightened him that the neighbors would hear.  Luckily and the neighbors on the left were on vacation.  The neighbors on the right were … at the races.
	The races.  It was ten after ten.
	He was missing his opportunity—but he had a hard-on.  No sense wasting that!  His day was shot—so, might as well SHOOT his load.  More wrestling with Carolanne—more getting kicked in the balls and chest.  Finally, he got the upper hand taping the girls legs outward by the ankles to the bed frame.  Then, taped her wrists.  When she cried and wailed so—a slap to the face HARD stopped that.
	Then it was down to business.
	Fucking.
	He had no idea what to do with her—so he just fucked her.  His manly cock eased into her cunny.  The girl twisted and tried to clench her legs preventing his assault.  No good.  Jon pinched her titties and drove his fuckstick into her cunny in dramatic fashion.  The fuck was on—he hoped it wouldn’t be his last.

	Midway thru his fuck and Carolanne’s eyes glazed over.  She began to mumble incoherently and Jon wondered if he was going to have to use the Little Emmy or not after all.  Fucking virgins was the thing—virgin busting was the thing.  Such a good feeling!  His balls still tingled from the impact of the girl’s heel but still—all in all—he was well satisfied with the fuck.

	With half the town at the races, Jon found it fairly easy to make for Warehouse Row avoiding traffic.  No cops, hardly any people, no traffic.  Behind the row of abandoned warehouse he put Carolanne out.  Naked.  Her head wound was a big bump and she continued to babble in a language all her own.  He DID use the Little Emmy on her—it had one sole function:  mind wipe.  But in her current state of fucked up there was no idea if it worked.
	At minutes before noon o’clock he pulled into the race track.  Four heats of drag racing had already taken place with the funny cars due up next.  The early morning runs of the classic cars (of which Jon’s car was) had already gone with more set for later on that afternoon.  Checking the board and Jon saw that he was slated for the 2PM run.  Marvy!
	Pulling into his stall he hurried about opening the door to his tool trailer and “pretending” that he had been there all morning.  He socialized with his peeps, made the rounds to other racers, and placed … 3rd.  Missing out on coveted 2nd spot by 1.5 seconds.  Close!
	After the race it was socializing more with his fellow racers not getting home until late.  On the news—the top story was … not Carolanne but a suburban school overtaken by unidentified persons using an EMAD.
	There were lots of stories on the news about EMADs.
	Jon was glad he hadn’t had to use his.  It was just better that way.