August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 46
Brave New Perversion

Flash bang
	Something wicked already here
	Ever wake up in a startle?  Jan Klausand awoke in a horror.  Her memories were whacked; the last fleeting memory she had was sitting at her desk doing some work on her home computer while her daughter and her friends were in the garage doing their music.  The “horror” part followed and/or tangled with the confusion part—her twelve year old daughter lay sprawled nakedly on a single bed getting fucked by some boy approximately the same age.
	Confusion reigned supreme.
	‘What the fu—”
	The room was drab, a dull shade of blue on the walls; the carpet was a deep pile plush, also blue.  No windows.  The light came from “somewhere”.  No door that Jan could see.  She felt a little ill, a headache for sure.  Her hands were bound behind her and though she tried to speak—her mouth was dry and she couldn’t utter word one.
	The boy was lily white, thick blond hair, nice looking boy.  And naked.
	AND fucking her daughter!
	Kim, though, did not seem to be in distress.  She lay cockeyed on the bed with a simple fitted sheet on the mattress.  The boy fucking her had reached the pinnacle of his doing; he strained his cock squirting every last ounce of jizum, pulled out and humped Kim’s pussy slit.  Rivers of cum poured out of Kim’s pussy.  The boy shuddered then caressed his ass as he strained even more humping the girl’s vagina.
	At length and the boy rolled off to lay on his back—heaving.  Kim remained laying as she was but methodically fingering her cum soaked cunny.  Jan shook her head trying to clear it.  This was messed up.  This wasn’t happening!
	Sitting up and Jan, cocking her head, saw Rochelle, a friend of Kim.
	The girl was naked sitting on a pile of bedding—sucking the cock of another boy also about twelve.  The boy appeared to be Mexican, thick dark hair, nice looking fellow—with all of his “fellow” in Rochelle’s mouth!  The black girl sat cross legged with one hand diddling herself whilst the other fondled the Mexican boy’s ball.
	What the fuck was going on here!?
	It had to be a dream.
	A nightmare.
	More was to come.
	A black boy about sixteen came into the picture; the light from “somewhere” only seemed to illuminate the bed area.  The boy was, of course, naked.  His dark hair was trimmed short, he seemed muscular, and on his back—on his back were numerous welt marks suggesting a rash beating.  To the bed he went where he turned Kim over and began caressing her ass.  Jan tensed sensing danger.
	Suddenly—
	SMACK! The black boy smacked Kim’s ass—hard.
	Kim reacted; twisting, screaming, trying to protect her sensitive flesh.
	The black boy held her firmly and struck her again.
	“LEAVE HER ALONE!” shouted Jan.  The words choked her; she gagged and thought she would pass out.  That might not be such a bad notion—that way she would see the horror of her daughter and friends.
	After Kim’s ass was busted red the black boy turned the girl back onto her back and raised her legs up along his chest.  Then, he inserted his cock into her asshole.
	“NOOOOOO!” screamed Jan.  Blurting a slew of obscenities and objections Jan tried to get the black boy’s attention—to no avail.  It was like she were in another room separated by one of those two-way windows.  Shutting her eyes tight fending off the horror and a massive headache she opened them to see drummer of her daughter’s band, Nick.  The Mexican boy who had been sucked on by Rochelle was now doggie styling the girl; Nick lay on his back with the electric guitar player, Maggie, on top of him.  They were engaged in sex.  Nick’s hands were clamped tightly to the white girl’s ass—and beside them was a girl Jan didn’t know getting fucked by another Mexican boy.
	The Mexican boy—Mario, was usually a serious bloke who like to read about high adventure.  He spoke Spanish, English, German, and was learning French and Dutch.  He played the violin and drums.  At a mere twelve years young he had little experience with “sex.”  He was not even an avid wanker!  There were a few times where “pulling the pud” felt good so he did it.  But it wasn’t a daily occurrence.
	At twelve and Mario had just begun to “notice” young girls—his age and beyond.  There, too, were girls a little younger—but not too young.  Girls at about ten had nice budding bodies—‘specially their butts!  But the thoughts of the naughty kind escaped him.  He liked their smiles, their laugh, and socialization.
	Getting his dick sucked by Kathy, a ten year old blond haired girl he knew, was a mind blower.  He liked her, she was nice, they buddied around, socialized, but he never—never—ever thought of her in a sexual way.
	Then the Agency stepped in and changed all that.
	At first when Mario and the others were brought in there was a “no way” in getting sexual involved with each other.  Being told to strip to their skin was met with a steadfast NO, too.  So they were shown a boy, a black youth in his mid teens being beaten for his refusal to comply—a result that would befall ALL those new attendees if THEY didn’t comply, either.
	The black boy, the one Jan saw spanking her daughter, was tied to a wooden pallet standing up.  He was naked and spread eagled.  The room was dark save for a single light on the boy’s backside.  From the darkness and a figure lashed the boy’s bare backside (back, ass, legs) with a whip.  In between whippings a figure from the other side struck the boy’s ass with a long wooden paddle.
	Only when the boy began to bleed did the beating stop.
	Fade to black
	Checkerboard opening to a new scene and a new boy perched on a narrow plank, legs pulled back and tied by heavy rope to his hands secured to an iron loop attached to a cobblestoned wall.  The boy was about thirteen, red haired fellow with his “fellow” engulfed by the pussy of a young girl about ten.  The boy’s balls, though, were in peril with alligator clips attached to an electrical device.
	As the boy pumped into the ten year old girl jolts of electricity zapped his fuzzy testicles creating an enormous amount of pleasure mixed with incredible amounts of pain.
	Fade to black
	More spanking—a girl about eleven was bent over an overstuffed arm of a crappy green chair and horrendously spanked until her lily white ass began to bleed.  Three teenage girls were spank tortured in the next scene; a sixteen year old girl walked slowly out to a horse whose cock was hanging low.  The girl had already been spanked as her backside revealed.  A voice was heard to say:
	“Suck his dick or take more spanking.”
	Revolting.
	The new audience members’ eyes bulged—even more when the wailing girl cringed as she got on her knees beside the horse.  It was daylight, evening type time, there was a cement wall surrounding the open area, nothing else could be seen—just the girl and horse.
	“Suck his dick or…”
	The girl wept near uncontrollably.  Her breasts were fine; nice and supple, full, ripe.  Finally, she got a grip of herself and took the animal’s cock and began working it.  To the audience members disbelief the stricken girl not wanting to be “stricken” any further began sucking on the horse’s cock.
	The girl retched, gagged, heaved (but didn’t ho) and sucked the cock until it spewed.  Then she ho’d.
	A voice spoke out to the new audience:
	“If you do not comply with orders given to you—you will face unthinkable punishment.” pause for dramatic effect “Just like that girl and the others.”
	Many a pursed lip there was in audience.  Lots of cringing.  Lots of fingers being twisted and pulled.  Lots of angst.  Lots of “holy shit.”
	“Compliance is all that is necessary to avoid unpleasantries.” The Voice continued.  More pausing, then—
	“First order of business—remove all your clothes—deposit them in the plastic bin at the door.”
	 As per the norm there was hesitation among the ranks.  No one moved.
	It was typical and for the most part acceptable—for a time.
	Then, at the 8-minute mark and no one moving to undress—
	CRACK! A whip smacked the air jolting everyone in the small Introductory room followed by a Voice:
	“The beatings will begin in five minutes.”
	This didn’t go well, as per the norm.  The girls of the group naturally began to cry and snivel.  The boys wanted to cry but didn’t want to lose their cool in company of the girls.  It was the Mexican boy, Carlos, who stood up saying
	“I don’t want to be beaten.” (or suck a horse dick.)
	He stood and quickly hustled out of his clothes depositing them into the plastic bin at the door.  For twelve the boy had a nice body.  He held his hand in front of his penis as he turned to return to the group and sit down.
	White boy Michael and the other Mexican boy, Mario, stood and shucked their clothing—also not wanting to be horrifically beaten—or suck horse dick.
	Ten year old Ben, though, hesitated.  As did virtually all the girls.  Ben was close to losing his composure—it was too embarrassing to stand and undress despite the warnings.  Nick, the other lad (in Kim’s garage band) also hesitated.  Then, the oldest member of the new audience, white/Mexican Lucy Cervantez, stood and stripped off her clothes in defiance—the other defiance.  She was embarrassed and DIDN’T hide her nakedness as she made her way back to where she had been sitting.
	Julie, Kathy, Emma, Angela, Hanna, and Layla looked to her.  They didn’t understand what was going on or what was going to happen—they were shaken, scared, frightened, all the emotions.  And all Lucy could say to them,
	“Just do it.”
	Just do it.
	The youngest members of the audience, Chloe and Grace, had peed themselves for their fright.  They sat together shivering in fear—they watched in mocked horror as Julie led the way.  The girl sighed and realized that compliance would be better than what she had seen.  Still, though—
	Standing at the clothing bin stripping off her clothes was a toughie.
	There was tremblings, tears, lots of hesitation—but down came her jeans with the purple pockets.  She clenched herself and felt the need to flee.  Kathy came up and was equally frightened but somehow was managing to control her emotions—if only a little.
	Emma and Layla came up followed by Hanna and Angela.
	The Garage Band members Kim and Rochelle timidly stood up and began disrobing where they stood before going up to the clothing bin.  The other Garage Band member, Nick, cussed under his breath but didn’t want to be the hold out—or suck horse dick.
	Maggie, the last member of the Garage band stood up last.  Her emotions had run the gambit from blubbering to “well, what the fuck ever.”  She wore off-pink shorts and vivid pink panties.  The boys around her could not avoid watching her.  Although all the boys were frightened as the girls and tried to hold their emotions—they all were locked on the girls as they undressed.  And they all got boners!
	Julie had long super curly brown hair; soft blue eyes that sparkled, and was “lumpy.”  A short girl for ten, she sang in a school choir and at her church; she played baseball, climbed rock walls, had a horse named Starshine, and canoed up a river with her dad just recently.  She was timid, as were they all, but not too shy.  Admittedly she had watched boys peeing in the woods when she was camping with her dad.
	A nice butt, small budding breasts, a great smile with a bit of an overbite when she was embarrassed.  She changed her hairstyle once a week.  An amazing girl who had to be led back to where she had been sitting ‘cause she was frozen in place once she had slid her panties down.  It was Kathy and Layla who helped her with Kathy helping her step out of her clothes.
	Not hair one on her poon!
	Kathy had a small body of her own but was a couple of cunt hairs taller.  Golden brain hair in loose flowing braids, dazzling green eyes, dimples, naïve to a point, embarrassed easy.  A sweet girl, kind, helpful, wrote beautiful poetry about horses, butterflies, and hummingbirds.  Bright yellow panties she wore and like Julie—not hair one!
	Layla had a few hairs, but not many.  Red panties she had on; kind of a tall girl but not out of average for being eleven years young.  Her heritage was from Lebanon.  Thick silky dark hair, big nose, small breasts, big butt.  She played basketball and ran track and spoke Arabic fluently as well as English and Spanish.
	Basic white panties.  She was embarrassed to strip down to her skin in front of the boys—the boys especially and avoided looking at them as she helped escort Julie back to where she had been sitting.
	Emma didn’t like going up by herself to take off her clothes.  It was way embarrassing.  Shy, timid, uncertain, she was not one to boldly do anything on her own.  She wore white jeans with a pink shirt that had ruffled edges along with an off-pink vest.  A pretty girl, golden hair semi-styled, the ten year old was budding and had a nice smooth cunt when she stood up from sliding her underwear down.
	The youngest ones of the group, Chloe and Grace needed help—so it was Lucy and Kim who helped the girls out of their clothes and walk them back.
	So, it was Michael, Carolos, Mario, Ben, and Nick with Hanna, Angela, Julie, Kathy, Emmy, Layla, Kim, Rochele, Maggie, Chloe, and Grace.
	Once the gang was naked and re-seated, an Agent of the Agency took the bin of clothing, shut the door (locking it) and the lights dimmed.  Show time!

Getting to know you
	On the big screen a long blond haired girl approx. ten or so sat on her knees on a twin sized bed.  No other furnishings, no windows, not even a painting on the drab blue wall.  The girl was already naked save for her light blue panties.  She was looking casually over her shoulder—no emotion on her pretty face.
	A voice said:  “take your panties down.”
	The girl “Anna” slid her panties to her knees.
	The boys of the viewing audience who already had boners got even stiffer.
	“Lay down.” an unseen voice said.  The Voice was calm and unemotional.
	Anna laid down on the so-so bed and followed the next command “put your ass up.”  After “putting her ass” up in the air the girl caressed her ass pulling a cheek to one side allowing the camera/audience to see her clean smooth poop chute.  Also her smooth hairless pussy.
	The stiff boners in the audience got even stiffer!
	Continuing to follow vocal commands Anna rolled onto her side, fingered herself, then lay on her back inching her panties down to her ankles.  Then lifting her knees up she spread her legs and the camera zoomed in onto her smooth bald cunny.  The girl fingered herself there spreading the “lips” and seriously friggin’ herself.
	Enter a naked boy, approx. twelve with a raging boner.  Short blond hair, a slight tan all over—save for his ass.  Leaning his knees on the edge of the bed the girl takes his cock and lovingly strokes it.  She smiles!  She giggles!  She blushes!  She also gets him very hard and then—THEN takes his pud into her mouth and devours him!
	Every mouth in the viewing audience hung open.  Michael and Carlos spurted spunk.
	After a few bobs up and down and the boy begins fingering Anna’s pussy.
	Audience member Nick, twelve, blasted a hot load of spunk all over his hand.  As the boy on the screen continued to finger Anna, young Ben, ten years young, squirted his first cum spew (all over his hand.)
	The boy, Brian, moved into position whereas his knees were on the floor and his face was between Anna’s legs.  A close-up of the camera showed the boy furiously flicking his tongue to Anna’s cunt.
	All emotions of the audience members were stoic.  Silence.  Mouths agape, eyes wide, thoughts—blank.  Hardly any of the members knew much about sex; maybe the basics but the advanced stuff—no way.  Lucy, the oldest member at fifteen wasn’t even aware of pussy licking.  Cock sucking, blow jobs, she knew about, but a guy licking girl there?  No way.
	Then Brian mounted and entered Anna.  The fuck was on.  The schooling was on.

Monkey balls and other bananas
	After Brian got off in Anna’s pussy he sat back heaving, sweating, cumming.  Anna lay in a swath of sex sweat, equally sweating, equally cumming.  She fingered the splooge in her pussy and lay in some delirium.  A short statured fellow with a bigger than life “fellow” came up to the bed; he had shoulder length flaming red hair and a bright jovial face.  A Mexican boy and a Korean boy came up—all about twelve years young.
	“Give them pleasure.” said a Voice.
	Anna nodded and sat up on the bed then repositioned herself whereas she could lean down and suck-suck-suck-suck cock-cock-cock-cock.  While she bobbed her pretty head on one cock, Brian caressed her ass.  Brian also fingered the girl’s bung hole, stroked his cock, and grinned big.
	“Lick her hole.”
	The grinning boy stopped grinning and didn’t look like he really wanted to venture to that venture—lick butthole.  But he did anyways; it was awkward but he flicked his tongue to the girl’s bung hole.  It was clean, tight, virginal.  The camera zeroed in on the boy’s flicking tongue and he had to lick-lick-lick for a full minute.
	Then,
	“Now fuck it.”
	The boy almost rolled his eyes.  Climbing onto the bed he inserted his very hard cock.  And despite being very hard penetration to the virgin shitter was difficult.  His dick bent.
	“Finger it first.” said the unseen Voice.
	So Brian got busy with the pre-fuck fingering all the while the girl continued to suck-suck-suck-suck cock-cock-cock-cock.
	When the last cock had been sucked Brian was full on butt fucking.
	Not a dry cock in the audience!
	And secretly, or so she thought, Lucy was friggin’ herself something fierce!
	Once Brian was steady on buggering Anna, the red headed lad with the freshly slobbered on cock moved onto the bed.  It was way awkward to get the girl on her side hiking a leg up then inserting his own schlong into her pussy—but it was a done deal.
	No rhythm; it was more awkwardness as the two boys strove to fuck the sandwiched girl.  The Mexican crawled onto the bed and was re-sucked.  The Korean boy got onto the bed, too, but got behind the girl at her head.  Then,
	“Jerk off onto her face.”
	Jeeze!
	The boys took to masturbating; Anna fondled their balls, sucked their balls, and got a face full of cream.  Brian and “Danny” creamed her ass and pussy; Juan and Po thoroughly had exhausted their cocks spilling as much of their seed as possible.
	The scene began to fade but then suddenly snapped back to life.
	The boys slowly crawled off the bed and the girl, Anna, began to do so, too.
	“No.” said a Voice.
	Anna lay back down, legs open, eyes widening as not one, not two, but three black teenage boys came into the scene.  The boys were stroking their large schlongs and came onto the bed.  Anna began to cry and the teenage boys one-two-three began to feed her their hard-ons.
	Fade to black

Introductions of the narly kind
	Hanna, Angela, Julie, Kathy, Emma, Layla, Lucy, and even the two youngest members, Chloe and Grace, with the Garage Band members Kim, Rochelle, and Maggie stood up in front of the room facing the wall and the blank movie screen.  The boys of the audience, Michael, Carlos, Mario, Ben, and Nick, sat watching in awe and measured disbelief as one by one, the girls were swatted.
	One swat each by a long wooden paddle wielded by a member of the Agency.  Hanna, twelve, shrieked once as the paddle smacked her bare naked ass.  Angela, eleven, jolted and Kathy, ten, just out and out cried.  Ten year old Emma also cried and rubbed her ass furiously as the flesh burned-burned-burned.  Layla cringed just before being struck then lost her emotions all together crying.  Fifteen year old Lucy clenched tightly and then even more as the paddle wielder seemed to inflict the most power to her ass ‘cause she was the oldest.
	The little girls, Chloe and Grace were not immune from being abused; the paddle spanked them sending reverberations throughout the room jolting the boys who were with mixed emotions—frightened, scared, enthralled, and masturbating.
	Twelve year old Kim wailed before the paddle hit her; she wailed more afterwards.  The black girl, Rochelle peed.  She pursed her lips and tensed her young body as the paddle connected with her flesh.  Maggie Impsun, the eleven year old electric guitar player begged silently and then more openly as the paddle swatted her.
	All the girls wept openly, shuddered, caressed their asses, and some peed.
	They stood for some time allowing their burning asses to “cool.”  Their emotions that were wrecked also settled; most took a big sigh and hoped their terror would lesson.  No, that wasn’t going to happen.  Far-far very far from it.
	The girls returned to where they had been sitting in the audience.
	The boys, far less in number than the girls, stood up and went to the front of the room knowing full well what was in store for them.  The youngest boy, Ben, though warned not to speak out did so,
	“I don’t want to be spanked!” he cried.
	For that he got two swats.
	Michael, the oldest boy at twelve, got his lick and was hard pressed to keep from crying out.  Carlos took the abuse the best but only from the outside.  Inside and he was reeling.  Mario shed tears and tensed up while beside him twelve year old Nick Sevantez screamed out “SON OF A BITCH!”  Ben received his two swats and cried openly.
	Then it got interesting.
	The boys, sniveling, crying, cringing, turned about to face the girls.
	The girls were still upset with some still having burning ass flesh.
	There were as many as three Agents in the room—all dressed in para military garb dark grey.  The one with the paddle was tall and in all black military para.	The man’s eyes scanned the frightened audience settling on Lucy.  He nodded to her saying,
	“Go up to the front, pick a boy, suck him.”
	All color fell out of Lucy’s face.  She couldn’t even manage an “Oh shit!”
	‘Failure to comply will result in punishment’ was written in bold lettering on the wall above the door.  The whole group had been schooled, “do as you are told at all times—failure to do so and you will be punished—severely.”
	Not knowing how much more punishment she could take or what the severity could be, Lucy crawled up to the line of boys looking over them all but moving to Michael.  The boy’s penis that had been hard minutes ago was not so much.
	‘fondle his balls.’ cooed a Voice.
	Lucy squenched up her face (screwed) held back her weeping and really-really didn’t want to “fondle” the boy’s balls let alone proceed with the other command—‘suck him.’
	But she didn’t want “severe” punishment, either.
	So Lucy fondled Michael’s virtually hairless ball sac then proceeded with engulfing his cock and sucking.  She had never sucked a boy’s cock before and had only the minimalist idea of what a true blowjob was about.
	From the onset and she didn’t care for it—but if it kept her from being spanked or whatever punishment further—then she was all for it.  So she sucked-sucked-retched-sucked-gagged-sucked-sucked-choked-sucked-sputtered—and got a mouthful of boy jiz.
	“Oh yuck!” she cried out.
	Michael couldn’t help it and blasted a fresh hot load of spunk into Lucy’s mouth.  It was the most incredible thing ever!
	‘and it feels better in her pussy!’ said a Voice.
	A very nervous and crying Hanna was selected nextly, she just went up to the closest boy in her immediate direction, the twelve year old drummer from Kim’s Band, Nick.  Unlike Michael, Nick’s dick WAS hard.  He was scared, true, but still mighty horny.  The whole experience was mind boggling and not unlike a dream—a really weird bad nightmarish dream.
	“Oh my God it’s gross!” shouted out the crying girl.  She fondled his hairless ball sac with one hand, caressed his burning ass flesh with the other, and sucked-sucked-sucked.
	And received a copious amount of his love cream for her efforts.
	Even grosser!

	Angela sucked off on Mario—also receiving a generous amount of boy cum.
	Julie performed admirably on Nick—but didn’t get the generous prize.
	Kathy slurped on Ben’s dick and though lo the boy was merely ten years young he managed to cum.  Kathy very nearly spewed.  “GROSS!” she exclaimed making many-many faces of displeasure.  Ben was in a state of “wow” and remained so for quite some time.
	All the boys had been sucked but not all the girls had sucked.
	One of the Agents made eye contact to a very nervous Layla.  She made a face—sucking dick?  Not something she really readily wanted to do willingly.  But glancing up to the sign above the door and her ass still tingling from the swatting, she sucked it up and sucked dick—Michael’s dick to be exact.
	He didn’t cum—but he was close!
	Layla very muchly found cock sucking appalling.
	Emma serviced Ben—no cum off.  Kim took care of Carlos—cum.  Rochelle sucked on Mario—no cum.  Maggie blew Nick—cum!  Rochelle looked like she was about to heave-ho while Maggie—did.  The young girl gagged, retched, and blew chunks.  Gross!
Act II
	To gross out and appall the kids, even the two youngest members were given the go ahead to give head.  Five year olds Chloe and Grace went up to the line of boys; and despite their young ages they were not overly upset.  They were frightened sure, but they had cried themselves out and were ready to proceed with the next horrendous act.
	Which was cock sucking the line of boys.
	None of the boys were pleased about getting their tallies slurped on by such young girls.  One of the Agents produced a leather strop; a length of leather like a belt that was folded.  The belt was wider than most with some small holes where it would make contact with ass flesh.  The boys one-two-three…methodically placed their hands behind them to protect their bare vulnerable ass.  Emotions began with each boy not wanting in no way to be stricken.  Their bones were still hard, still dripping.
	Chloe sucked on Michael—no cum.  She sucked and sucked and retched and retched—but didn’t throw up.  She smacked her lips, grinned, and made a curious face conveying “it wasn’t that bad!”
	Grace, too, didn’t seem to mind so much slurping the schlong of Mario.
	Chloe went on to suck on Carlos, Mario, Ben, and Nick.  Strangely, it was Nick who creamed in her mouth making the young girl sick.  Grace sucked on Michael—and get a mouthful of pent up cum.  She tossed her cookies.
	Once the cleanup of spew had been carried out the next phase began.
	“Lay down.” One of the Agent’s commanded of the girls.
	Timidly with great trepidation, the girls one-two-three…laid down on the scattered mass of bedding linens on the plush deep blue carpet.  They spread the legs and the boys one-two-three…got hard-hard-hardest!
	“Lick them out.”
	Not one boy had clue one with what that command referred to.
	“Lick their pussies,” said one of the Agents,
	“Lick ‘em where they pee!” said another.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Michael.
	Ditto the sentiment from the other lads.
	Michael preformed his pussy licking to Lucy, Carlos to Kim, Mario, to Kathy, Ben to Julie, and Nick to Layla.  After two minutes of furious cunnilingus and “now fuck!”
	Although the lads were clueless on the pussy licking venture—they did know well enough what “now fuck” meant and referred.  Young Ben, even!  There was hesitation on the boys, though—resulting in the Agent with the leather strop to “spank” the air by snapping the leather belt “encouraging” the boys to follow thru.

	Lucy was a virgin.  So was Michael.  He entered slowly saying in a whisper “I’m sorry.”  Lucy nodded, closed her eyes, and received Michael’s cock.  He pumped slowly, popped out, re-entered, pumped faster, faster, popped out, humped her pussy—and Lucy herself put it back in!  Michael then went on to complete the deed cumming off in a massive effort.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he breathed.  He giggled and pulled out squirting even more.  Falling off to her side he lay staring mindlessly up to the light blue stucco ceiling still mouthing “son-of-a-bitch!”
	Next thing Michael knew—or was aware of—Carlos was on Lucy fucking her like he was on fire!  Lucy made odd noises as she was flamed.  The boy was on a mission!  A mission—of emission!  Which “came” in three minutes flat.  The boy gave a mighty groan (of pleasure) then fell off to heave and pant on the other side of the heaving/sweating girl.
	She was speechless.  Carlos mouthed “Goddamn!”  Michael muttered “Son-of-a-bitch!”
	Mario was up next to the task of fucking Lucy.
	Nick followed with Ben “coming”last.
	Both boys (when done fucking) were speechless.  Lucy, mindless.
	Then, Lucy was led out of the room—to a shower across the hall.  The boys joined her—bathing together as one.  A little crowded but the tiled shower was accommodating.  When done, the boys with Lucy went to another room that was designated “break room.”  Here they had drinks (soda) and snacks; popcorn, hotdogs, chips, water, and hot pretzels.
	They were reminded by one of the Agents, “Continue to do as you are told, no punishment.”
	“A-are you going to let us go?” asked a timid Ben.
	A slight pause, then the paramilitary garbed Agent in light grey said,
	“Yes.” followed by “All you have to do to win your freedom is continue to do as you are told.”
	After the break and Lucy went to yet another room where there were beds, several twin size/single bed with bedding.  The room was cool, dark, no windows, the one door, no other furnishings.  The girl went to bed—the boys—returned to the intro room to continue following commands.
	Hanna was next up to be “trained.”  Each boy took his turn fucking the girl.
	The girl was not one hundred percent into being trained.  She wept uncontrollably—so much so that after Michael, Carolos, and Mario had fucked her one of the Agent’s yanked her legs up and walloped her ass and legs with the strop.  The girl wailed creating chaos with the other girls with Michael and Carlos foolishly but heroically charging the lone Agent.
	Michael was instantly thrown back colliding with other boys.
	Carlos managed to hold his own holding the Agent’s arm but was no match for the stronger man who wrestled him to the floor and whipped him with the strop until he begged for the abuse to stop.  The Agent beat the Mexican/American boy’s ass until it bled.  A hard glaring stare from the Agent to Hanna frightened her.
	“This is on you.” He said and took Carlos by the arm leading him out of the room.
	“What are you doing?” screamed Hanna.
	No response from the leaving Agent.  Another Agent entered taking Michael.  Hanna went into hysterics.
	“All you had to do was comply!” yelled Mario.
	“FUCK YOU!” screamed back Hanna.
	“They’re going to be killed!” cried Angela.
	Julie and Kathy clung to one another hysterically crying.  Emma lay in a heap in a fetal position whimpering.  Layla sat against the back wall shutting her eyes tight hoping against hope that when she opened her eyes again she would be in her room.  Nope!
	The little ones, Chloe and Grace clung to one another crying.
	Kim and Rochelle were together also with Maggie hugging them, too.
	“We’ll never see them again!” she said.  probably.

Do you hear what I hear-hear-hear???
	Every being of his fiber was on fire.  His mind was in turmoil, he couldn’t see, and his hearing was muffled.  Smell?  He smelled fear, sweat, and other “unknowns” that he probably didn’t want to know.  Attacking the paramilitary dressed man although was knightly and brave—it was foolish.  Very-very fucking foolish.  Then,
	A light he could see, it wasn’t very bright but it was a light.
	Long moments were needed before his bleary eyes adjusted.
	Cobblestoned walls and what looked like—irons?  A dungeon setting; those iron things used to hold a prisoner’s arms to the wall.  There, too, were cages suspended from a stone ceiling.  There were wooden tables, tables with those restraints and a crank at one end to stretch the victim on the table.
	This was not good.
	Michael seriously regretting his actions.
	Suddenly there was a girl in front of him.  He himself was on one of those tables that was angled at about 45-degrees.  His arms were above his head and his legs—his legs were angled upward along his body with his ankles restrained by rope to his wrists (and his wrist secured to the table.)  Nice and tidy.
	His heart began to beat hard in his chest and fear rolled within him.
	The girl seemed to be about twelve or thirteen.
	The girl, dressed in old fashioned clothing—a knee length plain grey dress with little fashion statement, black knee socks, cold black eyes staring him down, creeped him out.  No expression on her stoic face.  She had tight twin braids that hung down her body to her chest.  Titties?  Maybe.  In her attire it was hard to tell.
	After a moment the girl reached up under her Goth dress and tugged down her panties!  She had Michael’s attention.  The panties, basic white, were tossed out of sight into the gloom that was the dungeon.  The dress was pulled off over her head and she was naked.
	Titties?  Yes, but they were small had been “bound” by a sports-like wrap.
	Slowly the girl, “Echo” approached.  Her face took on a different look; a smarmy persona, a face saying “I know shit that you don’t know.”  The cold dark eyes went from Michael’s face to his naked boy parts.  They were so exposed (and vulnerable.)  After a long moment the girl casually reached out her hand and not-so timidly took holt of his cock.
	What the hell!?  Michael was stunned and by the girl’s looks, her “persona”, and her devil-may-care attitude—she truly was creeping him out.  Especially her casualness of grabbing his dick!
	And from grabbing his to fondling his balls.
	Michael gulped and wondered where this was leading.
	It was leading to—the girl crawling up onto the bed grinding her hairless pussy against his cock.  Already and Michael had had more sex in one day than he had ever had—and he hadn’t.
	And it felt good!
	As his cock strengthened the girl rose up from grinding against him to guiding his cock into her sex.  She did!  Then, as the pumping began something was attached—to his nut sac.  The girl offered no emotion.  She said nothing; she only stared at him fully taking every inch of his twelve year old cock.
	The “attachment” to his balls was unnerving.
	So was the object that went up into his asshole.
	As the fucking commenced someone in dark garb eased something up into his shit pipe.
	“What the fuck?” Michael yelled uncharacteristically.
	To answer him, the dark garbed figure showed him a slender object, dark in color and being about seven inches long.  A pair of electrical wires were at the base end.  Alligator clips, or roach clips for you stoners reference, were also equipped with wires and clipped to his sensitive nut sac.  The wires were attached to a small green box with a crank on one side and a dial on top.  Michael didn’t know what the fuck but he knew it wasn’t going to be good.
	The girl got busy distracting him with her fucking.
	The dungeon keeper got busy with the cranking the generator.
	Then, the Goth girl, her lips wavered and her eyes glazed over.  She smiled!
	Michael gulped and heard a horrible sound—he had never heard such a sound before!  It was ear blasting!  His heart was racing and virtually every being of his fiber was being electrocuted.
	Spot on!
	That’s what was happening.
	The dildo up his virgin ass and the electrodes to his nuts were electrocuting him and how!  He was hearing his own screams.  For Echo, it was electric!  Her pussy clamped tightly about the boy’s cock and she pumped feverously until the boy came.
	Despite the enormous pain discomfort, the act of cumming off was fantastic!
	As soon as the final blast, though, was blasted into the girl’s cunny, the horrific pain discomfort returned.  Short lived, though, the electricity that had been built up in the small generator had been depleted.
	Michael heaved and felt like he was literally melting.  The girl got off of him and offered him another smile.  Then she faded into the dark gloom and that was that.  Every fiber.  Of his being.  On fire.  And was so for many-many minutes.  Many.  He lay in agony; pain, discomfort, sexual bliss, and a deep-deep desire to be home in his room.  His emotions won over and he began to cry.
	How long he lay unconscious? he didn’t know.  He awoke with a startle (I hate that!) and was no longer restrained on the dungeon apparatus.  There was still low light conditions but the air was cool and refreshing.
	“You ok?” asked a voice.
	Michael turned to see sitting on the side of the bed Carlos.
	“Dude, wh-what the fuck is going on?”
	Carlos sighed, “It’s messed up.” then, “I was there.” and “I got the same shit treatment.”
	“Where are we now?”
	Carlos shrugged, “As long as we’re not in that dungeon I don’t care.”
	No shit.
	“So, what’s going on now?”
	Carlos shrugged, he had just woken up himself.
	“Who was that girl?” Michael asked.
	Carlos shook his head—he didn’t know—he didn’t want to know.
	Then,
	“Glad to see you awake.” An Agent was there—suddenly there—startling the boys.
	“It was very chivalry of you to attack an Agent.  Very stupid, but chivalry nonetheless.”
	“Soooooo, now what happens?” asked Carlos.
	“Glad you asked,” said the man in the grey paramilitary garb, “one more task for you before you can return to your friends.”
	“Ok,” shrugged Michael, “what task.”
	The room was grey, not blue; like most other rooms of the Agency—no windows.  The carpeting was plush but not shag—or blue!  The room was not fully illuminated—just the area where the boys were.  The Agent wore no cover; he had thick jet black hair, coal black eyes, a kind of flat nose (pug-like) and a round face.  He was white but very tan.  He seemed kind, not a forceful voice.
	“Stand up, face each other.”
	The boys stood pushing back the horror they had experienced in the dungeon.  And not wanting to go back to the dungeon they followed thru with the Agent’s further commands—
	“Embrace one another.”
	“Jesus!” Michael scoffed.
	“Ditto.” smirked Carlos.
	“Grab the other’s ass.”
	“Oh shit!” breathed Carlos.
	“Next and we’ll be kissing!” whispered Michael.
	“And now, KISS!”
	SON-OF-BITCH!
	Little hesitation but the boys decided to KISS and get it over with.
	“In the mouth—tongues in the mouth.”
	The boys looked pleadingly to one another conveying “sonofabitch!”
	So the boys Frenched one another, grabbed ass, and stood pressing the fine naked slender bodies together—for several minutes.  When the finally broke—
	“Shit!” exclaimed Michael, “Bastard will have us sucking each other next!”
	“SUCK COCK!”
	Carlos looked to his friend albeit a little angrily conveying “will you shut the hell up!”
	Carlos went down on Michael-big mouth first.  He had never sucked cock before but admittedly he HAD played with another fellow’s fellow—and he his!  Neither boy was brave enough to suck the other, though.  And—AND there was a foolish attempt at butt fucking but they only managed to giggle too much and that thwarted their attempts at gaydom.
	Michael had never fooled with anyone’s fellow and seldom his own.  He had no stray thoughts of sexual encounters with boys—or even girls!  Sure, he was curious about girls but enjoyed playing soccer, baseball, going to the movies, shit like that.
	Thankfully and Michael didn’t cum.
	Unfortunately that couldn’t be said for Carlos.  Gross!
	When the cock sucking was done the boys were still not done.  The Agent sat on the bed bringing Michael firstly across his lap swatting him.  With the leather strop!
	“JEZUS!” screamed out Michael.  Carlos standing by cringed knowing that his turn was next.
	After five swats and the near lily white ass of Michael Grabbsom was a brilliant red, the Agent spread the boy’s cheeks looking up to the cringing Carlos.
	“Kiss his hole.”
	Carlos’ heart sunk.  So did his stomach.  ‘you gotta be kidding!’
	“SICK!” cried out.
	The glare from the Agent, though, put the young boy on his knees.  The thought of returning to the dungeon having his balls and asshole electrocuted was not appealing.  Fucking that girl, or actually getting fucked by that girl, was weird but kinda thrilling.  The electrocution, however, he could do without.
	A brief kiss-peck.
	“Lick it.”
	‘Goddamn it!’ Carlos closed his eyes tight and “licked” Michael’s funk hole.
	“Now fuck it.”
	Carlos could utter nothing further.  He had always been curious about what butt fucking was about but he didn’t really want to know.  Not really.  His cock was semi hard but (thankfully) not hard enough.
	Just then and a girl came into the light, a young girl about ten.  Naked.
	Laying on the floor the girl spread her legs and began fingering herself.
	Needless to say, Carlos’ cock got hard-harder-hardest!
	Regardless, it took almost four minutes before Carlos could cum.
	The boy began to strain and his pumps were long—a sign of achieving orgasm.  Pulling out and he was a little grossed out by the fecal matter coating his schlong.  His mouth hung open and he was in awe—sperm still spurted from his piss slit and sperm oozed out of Michael’s shitter.
	“Gross!” uttered Carlos.
	The Agent snickered, “But it was good though!”
	True.  Kinda.
	Michael clutched his fresh fucked ass.  He had no idea what being butt fucked would be all about—he wasn’t sure he liked it.  No, not sure at all.  Sitting up and he noticed the girl.  And like Carlos, he got hard-harder-hardest; but of that he cock somewhat diminished as he also had to ungodly task of rim jobbing.  As much as cock sucking was disliked—butt hole kissing and licking was equally so.
	And he knew afterwards what he had to do—he didn’t like that either.
	The boys showered—and had to lather one another up as they did so.
	But it was back to the room of sin for them after.
	“One more thing,” said the Agent, “before you go back to the others.”
	“Shit.” said Michael.
	“Ok, whatever, what?” Carlos said dejectedly.
	In came the five year old, Chloe and Grace.
	“Oh shit!” said Michael.
	“Wh-whattya we got to do—with them?” said Carlos not wanting to know—but kinda/sorta knowing.
	“Lick them out, pussy, asshole, fuck their mouth, cum in it if you can, then—”
	“Then?”
	“Fuck them.”
	The boys were stunned.
	“Jeeze, dude, they’re fuckin’ five years old!” griped Michael.
	“They’re just a little kids!” bitched Carlos.
	“Do them--or back to the dungeon.”
	The boys looked to one another.  This was getting worser and worser!

	So, in closing, Michael diddled Chloe (with his tongue) and Carlos did so unto Grace.  Neither boy wanted to get a boner out of the deal—but they did.  Strong, pulsing, and hard!  The boys were tasked to lick the young girls’ poons for at least a full minute—more if they desired to linger.
	It was evident—by the pre-cum soiling the tip of Michael’s cock—that he was ready to spew.  Carlos was in personal agony.  On his own, Michael moved up and began humping Chloe’s slit—sperm began to spew and it was too late to stop it—he came.  A great blast of spew spermed out of his pud exploding up the naked child’s body splashing onto her face.
	Both Chloe and Grace seemed—drugged?  They were not emotional and did not act out as they were sexed by the boys—not even when Michael’s spunk splashed onto her face did Chloe react.  Carlos, remember what he had been told, moved up Grace lily white young body to fill her mouth with his cock and cum within.  He barely made as he, too, was ready to spew.
	Michael panted, heaved, and continued to ejaculate.
	“Dude,” whispered Carlos, “put it in her mouth!”
	Michael barely had enough spunk left but he managed to cum in Chloe’s mouth to satisfy the decree.  Thereafter and Michael’s mind was blown for he had to ask of his mate “what’s next?”
	Carlos closed his eyes and hated to say it, “Pussy.”
	“Jeezus!” Michael shook his head and looked like he was in pain, discomfort, gotta take a shit.  He had no idea how he was going to do that deed—fuck a five year old’s pussy.
	To make things even MORE embarrassing—in came Lucy.  The fifteen year old looked frightened, uncertain (of her fate) and then—then she lost all color when her eyes fell on the naked boys—and the cum laden naked little girls.
	“WHAT—THE—FU—” was etched on her face.
	Neither boy could offer any words of explanation.  They lay off on the sides of the naked little girls, cocks partly hard, cocks partly spewing spew—oozing from their piss slits.
	One of the clothed in grey Agents whispered something to the stricken Lucy.
	More color was washed away from the girl.
	“Holy shit!” she breathed.  She looked broken.  A nice girl, cheerleader.  Tall, Mexican mother, white-American father whose mother was African-American and his father was Mexican!  Long silky dark hair, nice-nice titties, a great shaped ass, nice hips, great face.
	She gulped and looked as if though she were on the verge of crying.
	Then, she got a grip of herself and came forward.  On her knees before Chloe; the girl closed her eyes and tried-tried-nearly failing trying to hold her emotions in check “went down” on the youngster lapping up the spilled juices on the child’s cunny.  Then she sucked on Michael’s cock.
	That got Michael hard—for damn sure!  And even before she started on Grace—Carlos’ cock was hard, too!  And try-try-try as he might, Michael couldn’t keep from locking eyes with the lone Agent.  He was a different one from the one he and Carlos foolishly charged.
	Lucy went on to slurp on Carlos’ bone—after thoroughly cleaning the spunk from Grace.  Thankfully, for Michael and Carlos, Lucy left the room and didn’t watch the two fuck the little girls.

*

The horror…the horror
	Neither boy would be the same again.  As they put their tools to the young girls they shut their eyes.  Michael strove to cum as quickly as he could—but didn’t.  His orgasm didn’t cum for nearly three minutes!  The boy was exhausted and felt horrible for his crime.  Had the girl been as old as Lucy that would have been different.  But Chloe—Chloe was a little girl!  A little girl!
	Carlos tried to empty his mind as he put his tool to six year old Grace.  He felt awful and didn’t cum off into her cunt for two minutes.  There wasn’t much of it, either, and he hoped it was enough to satisfy the Agent who watched.
	“You have an hour to complete the final task.” the Agent said.

	Michael gulped and sweated and as much as he didn’t want to fuck Chloe’s pussy—he didn’t want to go up her ass, either.  Carlos was much the same sentiment.  Luckily and no one came in to “clean” off the girls’ busted poons.  The boys had panties to do the job and then…
	“Hold her legs back.” said the Agent.
	Michael pushed back Chloe’s legs—and was so glad that she was drugged or whatever.  Not aware.  That would make the situation even more horrible.  With her legs pushed back—
	“Lick her hole.”
	Michael gulped.  The hole.  He had had to lick Carlos’ hole and that was gross.  He was a boy for one and it was a hole for two.  Now, now he had the task of licking Chloe’s hole.  Equally gross.  At least, though, it was clean.  Still…
	Penetration was still tough.  His cock was hard enough but there was a lack of will.  A sly look to the lone Agent wielding a strap of leather prompted him to endeavor his efforts and press in.
	Grace was on all fours, face down—ass up.  Carlos, too, licked her bung hole as per command then inserted his also not-so hard schlong.  Penetration came and fucking commenced.
	Caution:  licking assholes on other planets is illegal

What’s the difference between a gangbang and an orgy?
	(gangbang is one individual being fucked by many)
	(orgy is all individuals being fucked by many)
What’s the difference between kinky and erotic?
	(erotic is with a feather)
	(kinky is the whole damn chicken!)

	Muffled sounds; head felt like a severe cold.  Vision was blurry, too.
	In her mind—chaos.  Pure chaos.  Nothing made sense.  She had seen her daughter being horrifically molested.  She had seen other children, children, being beaten, spanked, raped, sodomized.  Where she was or how the horror train was even happening she had no idea.  It was a nightmare.  A living nightmare.
	Jan Klausand was escorted down a bland hallway; little lighting, no pictures on the wall, no furniture, no windows.  In a room a dull drab blue color scheme there was her daughter, Kim, with her black friend, Rochelle and Maggie and the boy, Nick.  All were naked.  They were sitting with cross legs and seemed to be quite frightened.  Jan made eye contact with her daughter and though Kim wanted to dash to her she kept her place.
	Three men were present; two wore dark grey paramilitary onesie outfit while the third wore all black—he was possibly their leader.
	There were others present, too; girls and boys.  All naked, all equally frightened but keeping their place.  Jan moved to sit behind the group.  Kim did risk a belting by looking over her shoulder to her mother.  Her pretty face was screwed up with emotions and couldn’t convey anything.  Jan was so confused she could not do so, either.
	For a long minute or two—nothing.  No one spoke, not the kids, not the military men.  The hum of the air conditioner air thru the vents was the only sound—expect when someone farted.
	In front of the 12x12 room was a large movie screen.  After another couple of silent (but deadly) minutes it sprang to life.  First up was a disheveled woman tugging on a disruptive boy about 7 or 8yrs young.  He was a terror.  And had a mouth!
	“Let me fuckin’ go you fuckin’ cunt bitch!” but the woman/mother practically dragged the boy along a sidewalk determined to reach her destination.  A tall woman, reddish brown hair; she seemed fitting for a strong willed woman of the late 50s or 60s and had clearly had had enough of her foul mouthed son.
	Fade out—
	Fade in—just inside a large foyer; no furnishings, nothing on the walls, drab blue walls (stucco), no windows letting in outside light.  A small host of in-house hosts were there to greet the woman—and take charge of the foul mouthed little out of control brat.
	“Let me fucking go you fucked up fucks!” he screamed and ranted.
	“I’ll kick you’re fucking cunt ass!” he continued.
	The men in grey uniforms did have their hands full but zapped the boy with an electronic device that sent him into convulsions.
	“That’s the first step.” One of the men in grey said to the woman.
	She closed her eyes, had a moment of unsure, but shook her head and nodded, “Go ahead.”
	“He will be different.” said the man with his hands behind his back.  The two men holding the boy disappeared down a hallway thru a door.  The door closed and that was that.  There was a living room with sparse furnishings, a kitchen with mini bar was beyond; no light, simple but modern furnishings.
	“Will it take long?” the mother asked.
	“Depends on him.”
	The woman still had reservations.  But it was a done deal—the boy was in the Agency’s hands—and the door was shut!
	Fade out

	Fade in—
	“YOU PUSSY FUCK MOTHERFUCKERS!” screamed the boy.  He was screaming ‘cause he was naked and held fast against an Agent while that Agent whipped him with a belt.
	“You cuss like an adult—you get treated as such.”
	“KISS MY FUCKING ASS!” wailed the boy.  To wit resulted in more whipping.
	The whipping, of course, was of little deterrent for the foul mouthed lad; he cussed a blue streak during the whipping and even more after.
	Agent Onion looked to Agent Rocky.  They both nodded with Agent Chuckles saying “Clown treatment.”
	Clown treatment.  Down the hall, turn left, down that hall to a door at the end.  The door opened to a set of cement stairs.  At the bottom of the stairs was another door opening into a dark room.  In the room was a “pit”; a deep 6x6 square sunken room being some regulation basketball hoop deep.  No comfort; no carpeting, no air conditioning, no heating, no bathroom.  Foul mouthed boy was “dropped” into the pit.
	“YOU FUCKING CUNT MOTHERFUCKERS—” screamed the boy, “YOU BETTER FUCKING LET ME GO!” and “THAT SHIT HURT!” he was heard to weep some.  Some.  Mostly he thrashed about continuing to be upset and belligerent.
	1 hour—still ranting, panting, cussing.
	2 hours in and—still cussing.
	3 hours in—nothing; he was asleep.
	4 hours and he was peeing in a corner—cussing continuously.
	5 hours—nothing.
	6 hours—“Let me out of here!” but with less umph of demand.  And no cussing!  Silence, though, continued to be his friend.  There were attempts at climbing the smooth cement walls.  To no avail of course.
	7 hours in—“MOTHERFUCKERS!  I’M GOING TO KICK YOU IN YOUR FUCKING CUNT NUTS!”
	8 hours—exhausted from his frivolous rants he la in a corner asleep.
	An hour passed—then another.  Then—
	A noise awoke him.  A sound the lad couldn’t rightly identify.
	“W-wh-what the fuck?” he asked in a sleepy voice.
	Scratching.  Like fingernails on the chalkboard—but course and not ear blasting.  Long scratching—close!
	“I SAID—WHAT—THE—FUCK?” a little angrier.  “You fucked up motherfuckers better not be fuckin’ with me you pussy fuck cunts!”
	The scratching got closer and more in depth.
	The darkness was not pure—there was just enough ambient light.
	Just enough.
	Just enough to reveal that the fourth wall was not there but a long narrow hallway.  Stinky stanky air that was putrid filled the otherwise sullen air.
	“Holy fucking shit,” said the boy, “did a fucking cow shit in here!?”
	Then—then a chuckle was heard.
	The boy gulped, sweated, and backed up against a wall.
	“Hey.” He said.  “Hey—w-wh-what the fuck!?”
	The chuckle was deep and menacing.
	Suddenly, the dim ambient light revealed a clown—a blood soaked clown with huge claws for hands—claw hands that were raking the sides of the walls.  The clown’s face was horrendous; gnashing fangs that were equally blood soaked.  He was dressed in typical circus clown attire but more (or less) something from space.
	The clown began to giggle, chuckle, with yellow eyes glaring at the now frightened boy.
	“HOLY FUCKING ASS CRACKERS!” the boy said.  He would have shit himself had his asshole not been so puckered up shut.
	“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
	The clown drew closer giggling incessantly.
	“Time to play!” chuckled the evil clown.
	“FUCK YOU!”
	The clown suddenly reached out with long arm grabbing the boy bringing him to his blood soaked body.
	“We’re going to play a game,” said the clown—
	“KISS MY ASS!” shouted the boy being frightened and pissed off at the same time.
	The clown did not kiss the boy’s ass—instead, he turned the boy upside down and then turned him around “BITING” his ass.  The clown’s fangs were sharp and laced with some sort of acid.  The boy lost his mind.  The words the slew out of his mouth were basically unintelligible.
	The boy then was pressed against a wall and the clown’s body; he was turned upright and facing the hideous creature with the enormous foul breath.  The clown eyes—the clown’s eyes—stared into the boy’s soul.
	The boy screamed “MOMMY!”
	The clown grabbed holt of the boy’s balls squeezing them hard.
	“My game is—you cuss, I fuss.”
	“What the fuck does that mean!” said the boy now crying.
	To answer, the clown squeezed the boy’s balls to the point whereas the boy’s screams could only be heard by dogs.
	It took several minutes before the boy could blurt—
	“YOU FUCKED UP MOTHER FUCKER!”
	The clown chuckled and licked the boy’s face with his horrible foul tongue; it was like coarse sandpaper infused with battery acid.  The boy’s screams once more reached the range where doggies would go “What the fuck?”
	As the boy frantically kicked and lashed out the killer clown from somewhere out in space, the clown began working a long-long pointy finger into the boy’s asshole.
	“HEY!” screamed the boy.
	Finger-sodomy soon commenced with the clown’s finger going deeper than a doctor’s finger during that proverbial ology exam.  The boy could no longer scream.  Tears streamed down his face and he mouthed the words MOMMY!
	At length and the boy fell to collapse on the cold unfriendly floor.
	The clown unfurled his ungodly cock from his blood soaked clown pants.  The cock was—deep red with pulsing veins; it was several inches long and some inches in circumference.  The “head” was not unlike that of a dog’s dick.  The cock was both “smooth” and slick as well as rough and sandpaper-like.  It also smelled.
	“YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” screamed the boy kicking the clowns ankles and shins as he lay crumbled on the floor.  More fussing was in store.
	The clown reached down taking the boy’s head up by his hair.  The boy furiously tried to fend off the clown but was no match.  Then he saw the clown’s cock.  No words could he conjure—he had never seen a cock and hadn’t thought much of the one he had.
	Pressed against the wall the boy freaked the fuck out as the clown’s cock neared his face—specifically his mouth.
	“NOOOOOOO!” he screamed.
	The clown slapped his foul hellish cock against the boy’s face and when the boy clamped his mouth tight—the clown squeezed the boy’s thick dark hair tight bashing his head against the wall—at the same time bashing the boy’s balls with his knee.
	The boy screamed, his mouth opened, the clown inserted his cock.

	“Now, then,” said the clown stooping down to be eye contact with the boy,
	“are you ready to behave and be “good little boy?””
	“KISS MY FUCKING ASS YOU FUCKING CUNT!” screamed the boy in defiance.
	“As you wish.”
	What happened next—well—more disturbing the Donald Trump’s hair.
	The clown from space violently turned the boy around and promptly unceremoniously sodomized him.  There are no words to describe that horror.
	The clown butt fucked the foul mouthed boy into oblivion until he (the boy) begged for him to stop.  The clown did not.  He thoroughly sodomized the boy—sodomized the boy—sodomized the boy until he (the clown) got tired.  Then he slipped away back into the darkness.
	1 hour—2 hours—3 hours the lad lay in a crumbled heap sobbing—calling for his mother.  Suddenly and there were apparitions scouring the walls and all about screaming a slew of obscenities at the boy; the apparitions seemed to be—monkeys?  Evil monkeys; their brown bodies coated in blood, they bounced off the walls picking at the boy’s body.  They picked him up and slung him from one monkey to the next.  Hanging him upside down the boy was sodomized by several of the monkeys then lastly a banana was shoved into his hole.
	“NO MORE!” cried out the boy.  “PLEASE!” and “I WANT MY MOMMY!”
	Silence greeted him.
	1 hour—3 hours—5 hours
	The blood soaked clown returned.  The boy braced against the wall (with his hands cupping his ass.)
	“Wh-what the fu—wh-what do you want?”
	“What do YOU want?” asked the clown.
	“I-I want to go home.”
	“Home?  THIS is your home.”
	“NOOOO!” cried the boy crying.  “I-I want to go home—with my mom.”
	“Hmmm, I don’t think you’re MOM wants you.”
	“YES!  Yes she does!”
	“I do not think you are deserving of your mom.” The clown leered and leaned in close to the boy; his breath was even more horrendous than before if that was possible.
	“I want my mom!  Please!”
	“Your mom says you are a bad boy.”
	“NO!” screamed the boy, “I’m not!  I’m not!  I’m a good boy!”
	“Bull!  You act up, you use foul language—”
	“NOOOOO!  I wont!  I wont! I wont!” and “Please!  I want to go home, I want my mommy, I wont ever cuss again!  Ever!”
	Over the clown’s shoulder came a blood soaked monkey flipping the bird to the boy—“He lies!” chattered the monkey, “He always lies!”
	The boy, broken, bawled, “NOOOOO!  I wont!  I wont!  I wont!”
	The clown, with the monkey, disappeared into the gloomy darkness.
	Fade out

	Fade in
	Charlie Duncan awoke with a startle.  Sunlight was streaming in thru the window; the water sprinkler next door was doing its thing and some birds were dancing in the water spray.  On his desk lay his sling shot and some shot.  Usually and Charlie was aiming the sling shot at the foolish birds.  Getting out of his bed he took the sling shot and ammo depositing them into the trash can.
	Test one complete.
	The smell of breakfast sent him hurrying to the kitchen where his mom was just serving breakfast.
	“Good morning sleepy head!” she said with a cheer.
	“Yeah!” said the boy eyeing the pancakes and sausage.
	Sitting at the table was Scotty Pitten—he lived a couple houses down.
	The boys acknowledged one another; Charlie slid into a chair and eyed the breakfast.  Mom served Scotty, the guest, first.  There were only four sausages, Charlie loved link sausage, the maple kind.  So did Scotty.  So, being a guest, Scotty got three of the four sausages.  No adverse reaction from Charlie.
	Then,
	“Oh, dear,” said Charlie’s mom, “we’re almost out of syrup!”
	“I love syrup!” blurted Scotty.
	“Me too!” barked Charlie.
	But with so little syrup, Scotty got the lion’s share of that.  To make up for the lack of syrup on Charlie’s cakes his mom dollop a more than generous amount of butter.  Charlie wasn’t too keen on butter.
	He didn’t make a fuss.
	Test two complete.
	“Hey,” said Scotty at the end of the meal, “me and the guys are gonna go down to Pealitte’s Pond—some girls are supposed to be there!”
	Charlie loved watching the girls, usually they were older, teenage girls in skimpy outfits swimming about the pond.
	“Then we’re gonna go over to the sawmill and play some ball,” continued Scotty, “Oh! I almost forgot, Mr. Iggs gave us all freebies to see that movie we wanted to see!”
	Charlie’s eyes dropped to the floor.
	Then,
	“Charlie, dear, can you help me with some chores today?”
	A slight pause—2 seconds—three—four—five seconds—and,
	“Sure, mom, no problem.”
	Test three complete.
	Result—Pass!

	Chores:  sweeping out the garage, sorting years of crap for to donate to the church; taking rest of crap to the garbage.  Afterwards,
	“How about lunch?”
	Charlie shrugged saying, “Ok.”
	The two loaded up in the car and off they went to not one of Charlie’s favorite places—non-fast food for one and a lot of non-child delicacies for two.  But they were full with a line out the door.
	“Let’s go someplace else.”
	Charlie nodded (whispering under his breath ‘good idea.’) but nothing else.
	They pulled into a lot that WAS more kid friendlier—which shocked Charlie ‘cause his mom seldom took him there and if he wanted to go there he had to go with his pals.
	“Whoa, mom, cool!”
	But mom pulled a fast one and drove thru the parking lot to the mall.
	“Mom!?  What the—w-what’s up?”
	Mom was mum (mum was mum?) and a slightly disgruntled Charlie chilled out.
	In the mall they traipsed ALL THE WAY to the opposite end where the bestest kid friendly in-the-mall eatery was located.  No lame animatronic characters singing dopey songs; just kid friendly food, atmosphere, songs that weren’t sappy and best of all—he was with his mom!
	Test four—complete!
	After lunch they made their way downtown to a street carnival.
	Here there were animals on parade, cartoon characters, elephants, zebras, Little People riding little ponies, school girls clad in short-short-short skirts.  A time or two and Charlie DID cock his head trying to see something.
	Then—
	Clowns.
	Several clowns were across the street spraying the peoples lined there with silly strong and glitter.  They handed out small popcorn caricatures and tooted horns before crossing the street.
	Charlie saw them and clutched to his mom.
	“Mom,” he said nervously, “I-I don’t like clowns.” Imagine, a boy not liking clowns!  I say!
	When one clown got too close and tooted a horn flinging glitter all over him,
	Carlie James Duncan screamed blood curdling murder.  (he also wet his pants.)

	Charlie Duncan.  He liked to fish, ride his bike in the empty fields as fast as possible, sit bravely under the train trestle while a thundering locomotive roared above, watch girls, play marbles, and aspired to be a kazoo artist—
	He wasn’t too keen on clowns.  Cant imagine why.
	Fade to black.  End.

Break time!
	Getting to know you—the second coming
	Jan watched with apprehension as three Agents came into the room.  Her consternation escalated when daughter Kim was motioned to come up to the front of the room.  One of the Agents sat in an armless wooden chair and casually looked the girl over then pulled her across his knees.  Jan cringed.  Would this nightmare ever end?
	Bare hand to bare ass—SMACK!  Hard, too.  No preliminary sissy smack and full bore bare hand to bare ass SMACK!
	Kim didn’t hold back—she let out a wail and clenched herself all over.
	Jan was schooled—she knew if she said word one her daughter would pay.
	And if not her daughter some other child—and Jan would have to watch.
	The Agent smoothed his hand over the girl’s burning butt while another audience member came up, Ben.  The timid boy came up to the girl’s face and was instructed to—
	“Put your dick in her mouth.”
	The ten year old gulped and though he had been thru the paces with the girls already—he was still mightily scared.  He nodded, though, and stepped up slipping his partially erect penis into the girl’s mouth.  She instantly began sucking.  There were tears, she was frightened herself, but had also been thru the paces with the boys.
	One minute later and the boy was instructed to “go around” to the girl’s butt.
	Once there,
	“Lick her butt.”
	A little fuddled was the boy and it took a full 20 seconds before he complied.  Ten seconds more and he would have been punished.  On his knees he firstly stared at Kim’s butt—it was mostly white except where the Agent had spanked her—there and it was mostly red.
	The boy leaned in and licked the right cheek.
	Then the other when he looked to the Agent and got the nod to do so.
	“Part her cheeks, lick her hole.”
	Ben heard the words but… ‘lick—her—hole!?’ ‘holy shit!’
	The youngster’s heart was beating hard—luckily and the “hole” in question was clean.  Still, it was a HOLE.
	With his eyes closed Ben licked Kim’s turd chute.
	“Put your tongue in.”
	Ben paused.  He was close to getting his own butt spanked.
	He heard the words but—‘what the fuck?’
	Befuddlement befuddled Ben’s mind—more and more he was clouded with confusion.  ‘this is seriously fucked up right here!’ His tongue was nowhere near strong enough to really enter the girl’s cornhole.  He tried, though, and that was all that was required—trying.
	“Alright,” said the Agent after about a minute, “do it with your dick.”
	For a moment and Ben didn’t know for sure what he meant, “M-my dick?”
	“Kiss her ass—with your dick!” said the Agent strongly.
	Ben licked his lips and nodded, “Oooooh!” and with a sigh placed his now strong hard cock against the girl’s butt, poked the hole simulating “kissing” and then—in.  The Agent helped hold the girl’s cheeks open and naked Ben made near full anal entry.
	His cock bent.
	He tried again—and again—and again.  Each time his penis bent and would go full anal.  Nervously and the boy looked to the Agent.
	“Keep trying.” said the Agent.
	Ben nodded and kept trying until he was in fact fully in.  Then, on his own, he began to pump.  The Agent swatted his ass—but not hard.  Ben pumped slowly at first—and his cock popped out.  Fearing that he would be beaten he hastily made a re-entry and got busy with the fucking—butt fucking.
	Jan clutched herself watching the horror.  There had been so many.
	The boy butt fucking her daughter looked petrified.  She didn’t blame the boy—it wasn’t his fault.  She tried—and tried—and tried some more to belly up some anger—some hate.  But fear kept those emotions at bay to churn.  The boy butt fucking Kim finally pulled out and came back to the audience.  His cock was a little soiled and for a moment Jan was sure that she was going to have to suck it clean.
	Locking eyes with the Agent still holding Kim across his lap and Jan felt fear stirring within her—festering and reverberating throughout her soul.  The man’s eyes pierced her—pierced right thru her!  She couldn’t blink.  She couldn’t think.  The boy came to stand right there at her side facing her.
	Suddenly, though, a rag was tossed to her by another Agent.
	She didn’t have to suck the foul cock.  She cleaned the boy’s dirtied dick and even hugged him.
	“I’m sorry.” the boy said to her in a bare whisper hoping she would be the only one to hear it.
	Jan patted the boy’s ass then quickly moved her hand up to his backside.
	“I know, it’s ok.”
	Ben sat down beside her and…
	Garage Band member Nick, the drummer, was motioned to come up and like Ben—in the mouth, kiss the ass, lick the hole, fuck the hole.  No hesitation.  Kim’s ass was harshly smacked but just once prior to Nick’s arrival.  Nick managed to cum for his efforts.  Three minutes into the butt fucking and he came.  He made the most curious sound as he did so!
	When done, he received a swift swat to his ass then sent to Jan for clean-up.
	Mario went up next and he, too, creamed Kim’s dirt hole but took four minutes to do so.  He received one swift smack to his ass while fucking and another when leaving.  Carlos managed to let go his seed at the two minute mark while Michael was “out of cum” and at the five minute mark and near collapse he was bent over Kim’s body and smacked dramatically hard for his inability.
	SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! the boy screamed out each time with his cock pressed against the horrified Kim’s ass.  Each smack and Jan clenched herself.  The nightmare was never ending.
	Only trembling legs the boy wobbled his way to Jan for clean-up.
	As she cleaned the sniveling boy she could see the Agent’s eyes glaring thru the boy’s body.  He sat down—nearly fell down and Jan angled her head down to avoid locking eyes with the Agent.

Caution:  the licking of assholes on other planets is strictly prohibited
	The nightmare was never ending for two of the menacing Agents suddenly stripped off their grey paramilitary clothing.  Both men were tall, dark hair, dark eyes, and very muscular.  They stroked their already stiff boners with one going to Kim’s face and the other to her rear.
	“Oh my God!” Jan breathed to herself.  She felt faint, sick, and heartbroken.
	The Agent in Kim’s face put his cock into her mouth and began rocking.
	The Agent at her rear put his cock into her asshole.
	Kim gagged as she the cock in her mouth was not overly to her liking.
	The Agent in her ass had a fairly easy bout of it—the hole had been pre-lubed and fucked!  The adult sized cock, though, was significantly larger in length and diameter than that of the boys prior.
	Jan pursed her lips and was in agony.  To see her daughter mistreated so!
	The man in her mouth came.  He pulled out and emptied a generous spurt of splooge all over her sweet young face.  Back into her mouth he went to finish off exhausting his load.  Pulling out again he slapped her face tugging hard on his schlong until every drop of spunk was spent.
	The horrible man sodomizing the pretty twelve year old emptied his own spunk, straining hard to get all within to coat any awaiting turds.  Oh!
	When done and done, the two men made their way thru the sitting horrified audience marching right up to the bewildered sickened Jan.  For a moment she was stunned.  What was she to do?  Suck them?
	No.
	Lucy leaned in at her shoulder whispering “I think they want you to—to clean them.” pause “Like you did with the boys.”
	Oh—my—God!  Jan’s face was ashen.  The horror—the horror.  Her mouth hung open as she stared at the men’s cocks right there in her face.  Clean them!  Like she had done with the boys!  The man whose cock had been in Kim’s mouth wasn’t so bad—but the cock that had been in Kim’s asshole…oh!
	It was appalling.  It was horrid.  It was foul.  Sperm and fecal matter coated the man’s penis.  It was appalling.  And mixed with the knowing that it had been in her daughter’s ass…
	Picking up the rag she had used to clean the boys previously she cleaned the cocks of the foul men.  She felt her mind slipping away.  A cloud, a dark cloud, was forming in her mind.  No longer did she feel sickened—she was beyond that.
	Suddenly a cock was in her mouth—the cock that had been in her daughter’s asshole.  Methodically she sucked.  Beside her and the Agent had his cock being slurped on by Lucy.
	The Agent with Kim across his lap turned the girl over.  A little fingering of her pussy, some gloating, then he motioned for Ben to come back up.  Nervously and the boy did so.  All eyes were upon him—even more so when he was motioned to straddle the hapless girl’s face; placing his balls into her mouth.
	The girl wept near uncontrollably.
	Ben was close to doing so himself.
	After a minute of ball suckling—and the boy’s cock was rock solid hard he was pressed to lay down the girl’s body.  From the audience and Nick was motioned to come up.  He stood between Kim’s legs, was swatted on the ass and whispered by the sitting-swatting Agent ‘put it in her.’
	Nick was just as frightened as all else—but a spank to his tender ass and he slipped into Kim’s cunny his cock.  There was no denying the “good feeling” from that venture.  A mouth hole was one thing, an asshole was one thing—but a pussy hole!?  Delightful!
	The boy got into the groove (figuratively as well as the literal sense) and began pumping steadily, rapidly, fastedly until he was swatted HARD on the ass by the Agent.  The man whispered something to him.  The boy’s hung open, Ben heard the whisper too and was equally shocked.
	The audience, Jan, all, watched as the timid young boy fucking Kim pulled his dick out of the girl’s pussy and put it into boy Ben’s mouth.  Ben then was swatted equally hard and he sucked-sucked-sucked.
	He also very nearly vomited.
	Just before he did so and Nick pulled out putting cock back into Kim’s cunt and finishing off therein.  Then—THEN—back into Ben’s mouth!  It was horrible.  Ben gagged—but still managed not to barf.  Another hard swat—nearly sending Nick out of his skin sent him around to Ben’s bum.
	More whispering.
	More eye popping, jaw dropping, oh my Godding.
	“No fucking way!” blurted the boy—which got a chuckle out of the sitting ass swatting agent.
	Nick looked hopeless.  Closing his eyes he leaned in, parted Ben’s cheeks and began a tedious bout of butthole kissing and licking.  It was retched.  It was vile.  It was horrid.  Jan felt the most hopeless—unable to do anything to help.
	After a few minutes of rim jobbing Nick stood up and entered Ben’s asshole.  His cock already spent the penetration to the glory hole was not so good.  There was little strength (coupled with little will.)  One of the naked Agents clicked his fingers to Julie, Kathy, and Hanna.  The girls, frightened and sickened hurried up to the front—hands behind them.
	Julie and Kathy were motioned to sit down—to lay down, legs spread.
	Then, while Hanna slurped on the cock (and ball sac) of terrified Nick, the girls fingered themselves.  Visual aid helped the young lad to a significant stiffy one of which Hanna then coaxed guiding into Ben’s shitter.  Once in the boy began to pump-pump-pump-cum!  He shuddered and drained his lizard graciously.
	Nick stumbled back to where he had been sitting close to Kim’s mother.
	Michael and Carlos were called up together and asked aloud—
	“Pussy—or asshole?”
	The boys looked to one another in confusion.
	Michael, standing closer to Kim’s pussy shrugged saying,
	“Here, I guess.”
	Carlos shrugged “The other, I guess.”
	“The other?” said the sitting Agent with a slight smirk.
	Gulping and sweating profusely, “Ass-asshole.”
	The Agent nodded.  The other two Agents remained in the audience cluster masturbating—using a handy girl’s hand to do so!
	Michael was about to go IN but a glare from the sitting Agent stopped him.
	Carlos stood at Ben’s rear end and knew what he had to do as well as himself.  The boys locked eyes.  Carlos nodded slightly but Michael didn’t catch it.  Carlos conveyed as strongly as he possibly could—‘lick—her—pussy.’
	Michael blinked his eyes conveying  ‘oh shit.’
	He shouldn’t gripe so, licking Kim’s cummy cunt was nothing to having to lick Ben’s cummy asshole.  Both boys came close to throwing up, though.
	After licking—fucking!
	Michael came off in the girl’s cunny in two minutes flat!  Eyeing the masturbating girls on the floor close by kind of helped.  When he came he virtually melted.  Carlos had to go a minute further but releasing his love cream—in Ben’s butthole!  And the cream within drizzled out onto Kim’s face below!

And now our feature presentation brought to you by living colour
	That one Christmas when Bob lost his situation
	On the big screen in the Viewing/Intro Room
	Opening Scene:  Christmas; circa 1860, somewhere in London, cold as a witch’s tit in a cast iron skillet; blurry snow, flurry ice, evening type time.  Gloomy evening in Camden Town and the family Cratchit involved in family duties.  All was not well in the Cratchit home, however—the family large with several children, several misbehaving children running amok, screaming, half clothed, being disruptive and disrespectful of their beleaguered parents—one of which had just been sacked by his ungrateful miserly employer—Mr. Scrooge.
	At length at unemployed haggard Bob took his eldest child, Martha, up the stairs to an open sitting room.  Here and Bob took her across his knees, dress up, knickers down, and commenced to spanking.  Martha, a tall girl, worked tirelessly at a factory as a seamstress, wailed and wailed as she was abused.
	Peering thru a frosty grime stained window was the miserly bastard Ebenezer Scrooge, and the Ghost of Christmas present.
	“Can we get closer?” Scrooge asked, “I cant fucking see from here!”
	The Ghost of Christmas Present hmphed but “magically” transported Scrooge inside the humble home and to the stairs where he could “see” far better Martha Cratchit being horrifically swatted.  Her darling white ass was spanked to where it became the colour of a vine ripened tomato.
	What her offense was to warrant such discipline was not known.  The girl was stood up and while she caressed her burning ass she was chastised by her father who was still quite cross with her—so much so that he ordered her to remove her dress.
	“Oh, father!” she cried.
	“Take it off this instant,” he said standing up, “or there will be more of this!” and he swatted her ass again with vehemence.
	The girl slipped off the dress and was a striking beauty.  She was tall, thin, and very pretty.  Old misery Scrooge sat on the top step staring at the naked girl—working his old withered cock inside his nightgown.
	Before Scrooge and the Christmas Ghost’s arrival the sixteen year old Todd had been disciplined, too.  He was naked sitting on a single bed wanking.
	His ass was as red as his sisters; so was his cock!
	Martha was placed on her hands and knees, legs spread wide.  Her father positioned himself behind her stuffing his portly cock into her arse hole.  He himself was rather rotund, short of height, round of body, and sometimes—sometimes when he was actually overjoyed his facial expression exhibited a more evil persona.
	Anyways, down onto Todd’s cock she went sucking-sucking-sucking all the while her father went fucking-fucking-fucking.  Mr. Scrooge sat with his eyes wide, mouth agape, cock hard and spurting!  Oh how he yearned to be doing what his former employee was doing.  As Bob fucked his daughter he slapped at her hips/ass as well.  A time or two and the pudgy man pulled out of the girl’s hole to spank her ass with his cock—then slipped it back in to finish the deed.
	He paused a moment and Mr. Scrooge could just barely see that Martha had gotten her brother off as evident the splooge splashed on her sweet face.
	In a pant Bob said, “We—will have no more—of this silly rampage.”
	He pulled up his trouser and collapsed onto the other bed.  Martha stepped out of view—but hadn’t collected her clothing.  Todd seemed to lay out across the bed, his teenage cock oozing sperm.
	After a moment and Bob recuperated enough to call up another Cratchit child, a young boy about ten.  Once he arrived at the open bedroom he stripped off all his clothing and lay across his father’s lap.  Scrooge watched with narrow eye as Bob smacked the boy’s ass sending the boy near out of his skin.
	From down in the kitchen, Ms. Cratchit, Edith, cried out, 
	“Oh, Bob, please—have mercy!”
	Bob obliged his dour wife standing the crying boy with the very-very reddened ass up.  The boy was hugged then pushed out of the way to the bed where Todd had been sitting but didn’t seem to be there now.
	Clicking his fingers and another Cratchit child sniveled up the stairs.  This time it was ten year old Colleen.  A pretty girl with light brown hair is serious curls.  Scrooge had heard her singing in a street choir a day or two ago.  A pretty voice she had.
	Like the others, for her “rampaging” amok in the house out of control she undressed and lay across her father’s lap to receive punishment.  It was at this time Bob’s face took on that evil expression.  He seemed to leer at his naked child and just as he began to lay licks upon her the Ghost of Christmas Present tugged at his elbow, “TIME TO GO, YOU WEIRD LITTLE MAN—TIME TO GO!”
	“FUCK OFF, SPIRIT!” snapped Scrooge, “I’M BUSY!”
	In a grumph, though, the Spirit hastened Scrooge away anyways.
	Just before leaving in an upwards spiral and did Scrooge see Todd Cratchit on top of his sister, Martha fucking her.  Scrooge ached, he moaned, and yearned to be in place of Todd.
	The Spirit took the disgruntled old miser to his nephew’s home.  Here and the dear fellow was engaging in parlor games with his friends.  They were all dressed in finery, there was a table setting the Lord Mayor himself would be proud of.
	There were parlor games; singing of songs, laughing, joshing one another, merriment most high.  Suddenly, the young man of some means although supposedly not so well off despite appearances grabbed his wife adorning her with a colorful scarf.  The other male members of the party did likewise to their ladies.  Then—THEN—out came the cocks.  The male members’ members were hauled out of their tight tunic-like slacks and the ladies of the party went to their knees.  The men hurriedly switched places so that the ladies were now unawares as to whose cock was whose!
	The ladies then firstly kissed the cock in their face followed by devouring it whole.
	“Good gracious!” declared Scrooge.  “I-I had no idea.”
	One lady after another sucked cock declaring that the cock she sucked belonged to her significant other.  None were correct.  It was quite a riot of laughter when the ladies removed their scarves to see the schlong they had been sucking belonged to another man!
	None of the ladies seemed distressed and only slightly embarrassed.
	“Now it’s OUR turn!” said Fred’s wife, Alice.
	The men folk were turned about and blindfolded; the ladies removed their knickers (panties and underthings) turning about and hiking their dresses up over their heads as they were bent over disallowing the men from seeing the dress thus identifying the lady within.
	The men then turned about, removed the blindfold, and had to decided what arse was his!  Much fondling, fingering, even some slapping to get the lady to cry out thus giving herself away.  Realizing that they were way-way off in discovering their lady a friend of Fred’s slapped his schlong against one of the ladies—her ass specifically.  Fred winked and was grinning big; he did likewise slipping his hardened slobbered on cock into a woman’s ass still not sure if it belonged to him.
	One man after another entered a woman’s womanness; he did so then so fuck the pussy long and hard, pulling out to drive into the woman’s asshole to finish off.  Only one man declared the woman he fucked was correct.
	A new game came about; the women once more blindfolded the men; the women stripped off ALL their fancy party clothing and helped the men out of theirs.  Then, with the men laying down a woman came to mount him.
	With pussy down on the man shaft and the man allowed to fondle titty could he identify, then, the woman?
	No.  Fred’s good wife didn’t even mount him and he guessed her three times!  She herself mounted one of Fred’s friends and he guessed her!  It was, of course, all in good orgy fun with a bit o’ luck in the guessing.
	Frolicking soon commenced; what ho!  Drinking, smoking something, sucking something, swapping someone.  Fred’s wife Alice was gangbanged by as many as three men at the same time—one man for each hole!
	And even the maid servants found themselves naked and being spanked, fucked, peed on, fucked some more, spanked, double teamed, and fucked.  The three maids in Fred’s service were paid for their participation and the party broke up close to midnight.

Don’t go down there—it’s dark!
	Christmas Past was a bit of a let down; Scrooge did not care for it as there were far too many disparaging aspects otherwise left to a forgetful memory.  There were good times but the unfortunate times overshadowed them.  Christmas Present?  Equally so.  The only enlightenment was, of course, at the Cratchit home.  He saw how many of his friends and associates thought of him and it displeased him.  He knew what he was—a business man!  He was scornfully respected for his balls on tenacity regarding business. 
	The Spirt of Christmas Future—Scrooge feared that spirit more than any other.  In his heart, his soul—he knew that at some length he would answer terribly for his ways.  He had not killed anyone, but; he had not helped any one, either.  He was a man of business—but MANKIND should have been his business.  The welfare of man should have been his business.  Mercy, forbearance, charity—all that rhetoric should have been his business.
	What Scrooge cared for, though, was money.  The welfare of man was not of his concern—unless, of course, he was too sick to pay back his debt to Mr. Scrooge!
	The Spirts of the Past and Present were reminding the old twisted miser that there was more to life than money.  (heavy drinking and sex come to mind)  The old man was enlightened but still unshaken by his ways.  The Spirit of Future, the Death Spirit put a new perspective on things.
	After the “visit” and the horrific visage of being horrifically butt fucked by Lucifer in Hell, Scrooge awoke in his bed amass his bedding, clothing, and night curtains.  Frightened out of his wits.
	“SON-OF-A-BITCH!” he yelled aloud (gimmie a drink!)
	He coughed and spurted as he downed a jigger of scotch.  Sitting on the bed his mind a tumble of the nights visage.
	“Balderdash!” he said.
	“Bullshit!” he further spouted.
	Breathing hard he wondered.
	Did it happen?  Did the Spirts one-two-three visit him?  Did the spirits three show him his life—such as it was?  Had he seen his former employee engaged immorally with his family?  Had he—had he actually been skewered by Lucifer himself?
	Arising from his bed he found his asshole slightly in peril and there was the unmistakable stench of—of—sulfur?
	“Bullshit!” he declared.  “Humbug!”
	Then his eyes fell upon the doorbells above his chamber door.
	They were moving!
	“NO!  NO!  NOOOOOO!” he cried and hid under his bed.
	“BULLSHIT? SCROOGE?” said a huge booming voice.  The Spirit of Christmas Present.
	Scrooge clenched himself all over.
	“Well fuck me!” Scrooge said to himself.
	Suddenly the stench of sulfur filled the room.  It was putrid—like death.
	From under his bed he could see the massive feet of the Spirit of Christmas Present—there, too, were the ungodly feet of—of—Death!
	“COME OUT FROM UNDER THERE—” boomed the Spirit of Christmas Present, “COME OUT OF THERE YOU WEIRD LITTLE MAN!”
	“FUCK YOU!” cried Scrooge.
	Wrong answer.
	Suddenly and a “force” was pulling and tugging at the bedraggled man pulling him out into the enormous bright brilliant blinding light of the Spirit of Christmas Present.  His fragile body was slammed onto his bed and his legs spread wide.
	“DO YOU BELIEVE IN US, NOW?”
	“YES!  YES!  MERCIFUL HEAVENS, YES!” cried Scrooge.
	“I EXPECTED A DIFFERENT YOU.” said the Spirit, “YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO A MORE GLEEFUL PERSON—BUT HERE I FIND YOU STILL THE SAME OLD RUMBLED MAN IN DISBELIEF!”
	“You can’t expect me to change overnight, Goddamn it!”
	“HMMM,” drawled the Spirit, “I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT BETTER OF YOU, SCROOGE, MUCH-MUCH BETTER!”
	“If you expect me to be light as a feather, giddy as a school girl, forget it!  That’s not me and never will be!”
	“HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING!?”
	“Yes, yes, by God I have!”
	“WHAT HAVE YOU LEARNED?”
	“Lucifer has a big dick!”
	A moment of silence.  Then, 
	An uproarious barrage of laughter.  The Spirit of Christmas Present boomed with giggles and chuckles.
	“I learned that there are far more people who are worse off than I, and that I should help them with all my might and will.”
	The Spirit was amused and nodded.
	“THEN SO BE IT.” then, “YOU SHALL NOT SEE ME AGAIN, SCROOGE,” then slapping the Spirt of Death on the back, “BUT THIS CHAP HERE…” he chuckled and began to fade.  The Spirit of Death remained.
	“Are-are you going to fuck me?” Scrooge asked fearing the Spirit in the black cloak even more than before.  The Spirit began to inch closer to the frail man clinging to the bed.
	“Oh merciful Heavens!” cried Scrooge.  “Not again!”  Scrooge closed his eyes tight and clung to the bed tightly.  His already fucked asshole clenched tightly waiting for whatever Death would do to him.
	He waited.
	And waited.
	The stench of sulfur, the stink of death filled the room, choked him, made his eyes burn.
	Then suddenly, fresh “cold” air re-filled the sullen drab gray lifeless room.
	Despite his earlier decree, old Scrooge DID feel “light as a feather.”  A new feeling jetted within him and he began to dance about the room.  What was this new feeling?  Was he energized because he had been given a new lease—or relieved that he had not been butt fucked by Death?
	Maybe a little of both.
	Throwing open a window he looked out into the cold new morning.  It was 8AM and the Spirits One-Two-Three had done their work all in one night.  Sucking in the cold air he saw a young lad,
	“Hey, say, you there, boy—hey!” he called from his second story window.
	“Me?”
	“Yes, yes, YOU, boy—” pause “come meet me at my door—and I’ll give you a shilling!” the boy’s eyes brightened but he was still unsure.
	“Aw, bugger off, you’re joshin’ me!”
	“No-no,” cried Scrooge, “I’m in earnest!”
	The boy hurried to the door as did Scrooge.
	The boy, Albert, was invited inside where Scrooge led him to kitchen.  There he got a fire going in the fireplace as well as the cooking fireplace.  Into the boy’s hand he palmed a fine coin—a shilling!
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” mouthed the young lad of seven.
	“Aye,” giggled-grinned Scrooge, he mumbled something under his breath then sat down in a wooden chair pulling the unsuspecting boy to him.  Patting the boy’s butt the old miser smiled.
	“Now, me fine laddy buck,” said the man with whiskey on his breath, “how would ye like to me another schilling?”
	The boy unwary shrugged, “Ok, I-I guess so.”
	“Marvelous boy!  Handsome boy!” gleed Scrooge, “Intelligent boy—soon to be a wealth boy!” then “If you play along.”
	“Play?”
	Scrooge nodded and took the boy across a knee, just one.  The boy was sandwiched between the old man’s legs.
	“HEY!” cried out the boy, “What’s you doing?”
	Scrooge patted the boy’s butt then worked down his pants.
	“HEY!” squirmed the boy.
	Scrooge let fly a smack to the boy’s now bare bottom.
	“I’ll give ye a shilling for everything I do to you!”
	The boy squirmed, “I-I don’t know about this.”
	Scrooge chuckled and had warm thoughts recalling Bob Cratchit wailing on his children.  Another smack sent the boy reeling; he squirmed so throwing the coins to the cold wooden floor.
	“Take yer fuckin’ schillings!”
	Scrooge took offense smacking the boy as hard as he might sending the boy’s cries to the heavens.  A bit o’ twine from the wood box tied the boy’s hands up nicely.  Another hearty swat to his ass almost settled the boy out.
	“My-my, now you’ve could have earned yerself quite a bounty!  But I see you’ve chosen a different path!”
	Scrooge tossed the boy over his shoulder and marched up the stairs to his room.

	The stink of death and stench of sulfur were no longer present.  The boy was tossed onto the bed with his britches twisted in a bunch at his ankles.  His ass was very red and the whole experience had left him dazed.  This allowed Scrooge the time to light a fire, close the drapes, and disrobe.
	Albert twisted on the bed.  Scrooge smacked the lad hard on his ass turning him over fondling his young cock and balls roughly.
	“HEY!” screamed the boy.
	“It would have been far better had you played with me in the kitchen.”
	“Ok, ok, goddamn it, I will!”
	“Noooo,” chuckled Scrooge, “too late for that!”
	Checking his nightstand’s bedside clock he noted the time, then got to it wrestling with the boy—spanking him and penetrating him.  The boy’s screams were muffled by his face shoved into a pillow.  Old Scrooge had buried his cock into the very-very virgin hole of the youngster.  Albert twisted and was stricken by numerous swats until he relented.
	Scrooge had his way then turned the lad over to fondle-fondle-fondle the lad’s wares.  The boy had ceased moving about so—he had ceased breathing!  Scrooge frowned, “Well shit!” he bitched.  A sigh and then—
	A bit o’ clean up of himself, then checking the time he plucked up the boy and in the kitchen plucked up the two schillings.  Depositing the boy in the woodbox just outside the backdoor he walked briskly to the alley where he saw Kasper Higgins, the meat-soup man, in his wagon at the far end of the alley.
	“YOU THERE!” said Scrooge, “Meat Man!” he waved at the man waved back turning his wagon down the alley.
	“Good morning, Mr. Scrooge!” smiled the toothless codger.
	“I have something for you!” cheered the scoundrel Scrooge.
	“Oh goodie!” exclaimed the old man, “I was running low on urchins.”
	Scrooge returned to the woodbox retrieving the lifeless body of the boy that was Albert.  The meat-soup man climbed down from the wagon and was delirious with glee at seeing the naked seven year old.
	“OOOOH!” he said being so giddy “He’s sooooo fresh!”
	At the back of the wagon were many old barrels.  The body of Albert was dropped inside one and sealed.  The meat-soup man all smiles fished out of one of his tattered pockets half a crown.  The exchange was made and the soup-meat man climbed back up onto his wagon seat.  As Scrooge made his way back to his home,
	“Say, Mr. Scrooge,” said the cheery man, “wouldst ye like a cup o’ soup?”
	Scrooge scoffed (knowing where the “meat” in the soup came from)
	“No, I’ve had me fill today, thank you!”
	The soup-meat man tipped his hat and hustled his wagon on.

	That afternoon, after enlisting the aid of several small young boys, Ebenezer Scrooge arrived at the doorstep of his former employee, Bob Cratchit.  The portly man opened the door,
	“Well, bless me!” said the astonished man, “What do we have here?”
	“I’ve come to beg your pardon, Bob,” said Scrooge, “and I’m in earnest.”
	Bob was confounded—even more so when the enlisted lads brought in a fat turkey.  It made the goose that was on the table ridiculous.  There, too, were fixings for the table; food and drink and a few presents for the family.
	“Mr. Scrooge?” inquired Bob—“I-I don’t quite understand.  Are-are you alright, sir?”
	“Yes, Bob, I’m quite well, I haven’t lost my senses—I’ve come to them!”
	“And what’s more, Bob, come to the office tomorrow and I’ll restore you’re position!” pause “And you’re salary will be doubled!”
	Bob lost all colour.  “Well bless me!”
	“You have a fine family, Bob,” said Scrooge leaning in, “and I’d like very much to be a part of it.”
	“Why—what do you mean, sir?”
	“Well, my boy, Bob,” and the old man cocked his head looking around the puzzled man, “an extra five schillings can be garnered IF you bring one of your offspring with you!”
	Bob turned around to see his Martha fussing about the table with the others highly excited about the feast.  “Bring my offspring?” then “Why, whatever for?”
	“Well, me fine lad, much merriment can be at hand.” The old man momentarily returned to his old ways, his sneer, his sinister leer, “they look quite well to me, Bob Cratchit, quite well indeed.  And for shillings upon shillings, whether at the office or my home, I should like to see them—one by one, for merriment and pleasure.”
	The gleam in the old man’s eyes told Bob all he needed to know.
	“OH!  MY!”
	“And I’m in earnest.” And he deposited shilling upon shilling into Bob’s palm closing.
	“Will you bring them?”
	“Y-yes, sir, I-I will—I will bring them.”
	“I’d like to see Martha, first.” then, “Then we’ll work our way down.”
	“The-the boy’s—as well?”
	“Aye, the boys as well.” 

	An hour later and Scrooge arrived at the door of his nephew, Fred.
	A maid opened the door, “Yes, sir?”
	“I’ve come to dinner, my nephew Fred knows me, I’m his uncle, Uncle Scrooge.”
	The maid let the old well dressed man in and he paused at the parlor door listening to the chantings within of the party guests.
	“Is it a goose?” asked a party guest to the guessing game of guess the animal.
	“No.” said Fred.
	“A snake?”
	Fred nodded, “Possible, but no.”
	“A horse?”
	“A cow?”
	“An ass?”
	Again Fred paused replying, “Well, yes and no.” the party attendees all giggled.
	Suddenly, one of the guests jumped up shouting, “I know!  I know!  It’s your fucking miserable Uncle Scrooge!” she thought it quite cleaver and blushed.
	She nearly shit herself when the maid opened the door and there stood the “fucking miserable Uncle Scrooge.”
	“Holy shit!” blurted Fred.
	“It’s—it’s your uncle, by God!”
	Scrooge nodded and embarrassingly fondled his hands.
	“I’ve come to your invitation, Fred, if it’s still open.”
	Fred stood in shock, year after year he had pestered his uncle to come to Christmas dinner.
	“By God, yes!  Yes you are welcomed!”
	All was good.  The guests all cheered and clapped and shook hands with the chief miser of Camden Town.  Fred hugged his uncle and then there was Alice.
	“Ooooh, she is a beauty!” declared Scrooge.  ‘I’m going to enjoy fucking you!’
	“We’re having some party games just now and dinner is just about ready.” went on Fred.
	‘Yes-yes,’ said Scrooge to himself, ‘and later on I might fuck you, too!’
	There was singing, dancing, the stuffing of faces, drinking, and shedding of clothes.  It took a lot of drinking to get Alice to spread her legs for Scrooge.  A lot of drinking.
	The following day and Scrooge saw the two men who had come to his office and he had rudely spoke to them spouting about the “surplus population” and prisons and workhouses.  The two men were aghast that such a foul creature as Ebenezer Scrooge took breath.
	“I beg your pardon,” said Scrooge earnestly, “I plead insanity at the time.” And he placed in their hands a pouchful of coins.  “Come see the morrow and more of the same will I donate to any of your worthy causes.”
	The two men were stunned and remained so the rest of the day.
	That evening he dined with fellow businessmen apologizing for his rudeness of days earlier.  The fellows were all stunned and surprised—also confused and leery of the man they had known many years and his wily ways.
	On his way home he found a young fellow singing with only a few passerbys tossing a coin into his tin cup.  Miserly (er, former miserly) Scrooge tossed his own coin then said,
	“How would you like to earn five shillings!”
	“Oh boy!  Would I” and so the boy accompanied Scrooge to his home.
	And so the boy accompanied Scrooge to his home where he was spanked, given wine to drink, bathed, spanked some more, then righteously butt fucked with great veracity.  Spanking seemed to be the thing Scrooge enjoyed the most.  After several swats to the boy’s behind he smoothed his gnarled fingers about the bright red flesh of the arse.
	Buggering, though, was thing he enjoyed the most.
	Come the new morning, Monday to be exact, and after delivering another helping of “meat” to the meat-soup man, Scrooge sat in his office that was—warm!  A bucket of just purchased coal made the usually cold office more cheerier.  At minutes before 9AM and Bob Cratchit arrived at the door—with daughter Martha with him.
	Once inside a bit of refreshment to warm the innards and then in the back room Martha disrobed.  Scrooged looked the girl over, leering and lusting.
	“A prettier girl nay have I not seen!” he beamed.
	Naked Martha, embarrassed, blushed and lay over an old desk “presenting” herself.  Bob gouged the heel of his hand to himself while old Scrooge gouged the heel of HIS hand to the girl’s bum.  A little finger, a little spanking, more fingering, then out of his trousers came his snake.  Slapping it against the girl’s ass, gouging it up and down her crack, he poked her hole and then her pussy.
	“Perhaps more spanking, Mr. Scrooge?” said Bob, “To increase her—er, your pleasure?”
	Scrooge nodded in approval and brought the mostly willing girl across his lap and swatted her ass until she fussed.  Bob was in glee and stepped around to his daughter’s face stuffing her mouth with his cock.  Mr. Scrooge shoved fingers into her asshole shoving one and then another—then another then—then there were more!  The hapless girl was really twisting and being mostly uncomfortable.  It pleased Scrooge and he positioned himself behind the girl inserting his cock into her harassed hole.
	Scrooge gleamed to Bob, “I want your entire family, Bob.”
	“For thirty schillings a week, and five for each member of my family!” declared Bob.
	Scrooge gave a mighty shove of cock into Martha’s crapper nodding,
	“Done!”
	After some Christmas punch, a bit of cleanup, and Martha downing Scrooge’s cock,
	“You know, Mr. Scrooge, when you sacked me Christmas Eve I thought the world had ended and Christmas was ruined forever!”
	Scrooge wavered a little—the Christmas punch was spiked!
	“Yes, Bob, I-I’m terribly sorry for those bad feelings I placed on you.”
	“Well, that’s all under the bridge now, Mr. Scrooge.  It’s become a merry Christmas after all!” Bob beamed, swigged on the punch and nearly went to sleep.
	“More merriment, Bob, more merriment is in store!”
	“Yes, thank to you, Mr. Scrooge!”
	“Yes,” sneered slightly the old miser, “and all you have to do to keep it that way and your position—is bring me your family!”
	Bob nodded and drank some more punch.  He watched with some mixed glee as Mr. Scrooge engaged sexually with Martha.
	The following day and it was another Cratchit child, and more schillings to line Bob’s pockets!  Another day, another Cratchit, more schillings.  Another day, another Cratchit, more schillings.  And when all the Cratchit girls had been delivered unto Scrooge, there started the next day the boys.
	Then one day and Bob came to Mr. Scrooge quite giddy bearing a gift.
	“What’s this?” Scrooge asked not suspicious.
	Bob produced a dark brown medicinal looking bottle,
	“It’s a very special blend to be celebrated on special celebration days!” he babbled.  The more he talked the more he babbled to the point where Scrooge snatched the bottle from the babbling man’s hands.
	“Alright!  Alright!” he said somewhat angered.  “Let’s not be a dither about it!”  He ordered his lackey to find some glasses; he did, and the two drank the contents of the bottle that afternoon.
	Well, Scrooge drank the contents.  Bob on the sly tipped his drink into a potted plant.  Come the new morning and the plant was dead.
	So was Scrooge!
	Scrooge’s nephew had been made a partner in the business—somewhat pissing off the overworked Bob.  The business of Scrooge engaging immorally with his family did not rile him!  So Fred took over the business himself AND made Bob a partner.
	All was well.  Merry Christmas!  End.
	*geeze, looks like I can corrupt anything!  From Charlie Brown to a Dicken’s classic!  Tsk tsk tsk  looks like I might get butt humped by Lucifer! This after he gouges my eyes and takes my soul.  Soul?  Hmmm, I-I have no soul…

More getting to know you
	As she sucked on ten year old Ben’s cock, twelve year old Michael fucked her ass—this after the Agent she was laying across his lap had spanked it until she begged for him to stop.  Michael came up from the audience to part her cheeks, kiss her hole, LICK her hole, then stuff his erection into her hole.
	“Fuck until you cum.” said the Agent.
	“Yes, sir.” replied Michael.
	Ben didn’t cum—he was empty.  Michael came—taking as many as five long hard fucking minutes to do so.  He was virtually empty, too, and probably would need a day’s rest of non-committal fucking or whacking to bolster his nut juice production.  Nick came to get his dick serviced by Jan, she was broken and scarcely a problem or even a potential problem.
	Carlos came to fuck the woman’s asshole—thankfully—thankfully he did not have to kiss and or lick her cummy asshole.  He feared, though, having to suck Michael’s cock.  That didn’t happen, either.  He merely inserted his schlong and fucked-fucked-cum.  Two minutes.  Nick came off, too.  He squirted once into the woman’s mouth and then two squirts onto her face.
	“Lick him clean.” the Agent said.
	Jan licked up all the sperm spurting from the boy’s dick, sucked his cock clean, sucked his balls, and that was that.  Clean.
	Then, Mario came up to get his dick sucked, there was an unevenness of boys so no boy plugged her backdoor.  After a couple of minutes and no production,
	“Come around.”
	Mario pulled out of Jan’s mouth and made his way around to her ass.  There the Agent patted the woman’s cheek, parted both cheeks, and Mario entered her very cummy hole.  Three minutes and some seconds later and he was producing the last bit o’ cum he left in his ball sac.
	The boys went to the bathroom accompanied by Jan’s daughter, Kim and the black girl, Rochelle—and an Agent, too, of course.
	Jan was turned over onto her back.  Her pussy was fingered hard; the girls in the audience were horrified ten times over.  Already they had been horrified and it just kept going on and on.  A naked Agent came up and stuffed the woman’s pussy with his manly cock.  Another Agent came settling his balls into the woman’s mouth groping her titties.
	At length when the man whose ball sac was incased in Jan’s mouth began to cum he shot the load of spunk down the woman’s body.  The Agent pulled his balls out of her mouth and inserted his cock.  Jan masturbated the man’s cock, fondled his balls, and sucked-sucked-sucked.
	The Agent fucking her pussy released a torrent of love cream, pulled out and spanked her pussy as well.  The two Agents then switched; the Agent who had been fucking her pussy came up placing his cum laden prick all the way into her mouth saying “taste your pussy!” while the other Agent entered her pussy and fucked with much vigor and vim.
	Then, when those two Agents were drained the woman was finally allowed to sit up.  She sat up straddling the legs of the Agent she had been sitting on (and being horrendously spanked.)  He shoved his fuck stick into her ass.
	Kim and Rochelle nervously and with some embarrassment washed the boys from head to toe with specificity to their male members.  Once clean and out of the shower the girls sucked the boys—each girl slurping on each boy!  The boys got boners but were absolutely out of cum production.
	After the last cock had been sucked the group turned right out of the bathroom going to a room where there were beds.  Michael slept (actually sleeping) with Kim, Carlos and Mario slept together, Ben slept alone while Nick was with Rochelle.  Sleeping.  They were exhausted and sleep came quickly to them.
	“If you need to go to the bathroom you may,” said an Agent, “but no further.” It was a warning.  Don’t be caught further than the bathroom.  Just don’t.
	The group nodded and went to sleep.

The fuckering
	“What’s on your mind?”
	“The Dragon.”
	“Problems?”
	Virus looked out across the room to the brick wall seemingly staring thru it.  (and maybe he could!)  Onion was one of the minions few who was closest to the minion leader and by that considered their relationship—friendly.
	“No, not really.”
	“The alien hooch is doing well,” Onion said changing the subject.
	“Good.”
	“The small percentage that our scientists have synthesized is marginal.  The shit’s still potent!”
	The hour was late, The Virus and Onion sat alone in the suburban Agency home.  There were other “business” related things going on; related to their business relationship with the Fallen Dragon as well as other.
	“That one scientist we have, Farf, he’s onto something with the cloning.”
	Virus nodded, he was listening—or maybe?
	“Could solve a lot of problems.” Virus said sipping something out of a coffee cup.
	Then there were minutes of silence.
	Onion sighed and leaned onto the table looking to his boss-friend.
	“What’s going on?” he asked sternly.  Usually and Onion didn’t pry into Virus’ affairs. Usually.
	Virus leaned back, stifled a yawned, closed his eyes—he was tired.  Long days of messing with the inhabitants of the Agency house, the Warehouse downtown, EMADs, scientists on payroll, the alien hooch, and so on.

	“She wants me to go with her to China.”
	“No shit?”
	“No shit.”
	“And you don’t want to?”
	Virus was indifferent there.
	“I would—but mostly to appease her.”
	Onion nodded and understood.  The leader wanted to keep the Fallen Dragon Lady “happy” and content.  She was mysterious.  Dangerous.
	“Risky business.” Onion concluded.
	“No shit.”

	The transport van arrived with “new arrivals.”  They were for a specific purpose.  Virus and Onion awaited the van in the garage.  As soon as the door closed and was secure, Rocky and the other minion, Chuckles slid open the van ushering out a dozen boy scouts.
	Virus looked the young lads over; from 10 to 13 years young.
	“Professor K has this for you.” Rocky said handing over a Device with a matte finish.  It was light weight, grey in colour, smaller that most Devices.
	“It’s an improvement, not a prototype, of the current one—supposedly undetectable.”
	Virus rolled his eyes to the former national footballer.  Onion just rolled his eyes.
	“And we have a lead on the improvements the Feds have on their Devices to detect OUR Devices.”
	Virus nodded, looked over the boys some more, then handed off the “new and improved” latest EMAD.  He turned and left the garage.
	“What’s with him?”
	“The Dragon has him by the balls.”  (what do you have when you have two little green balls in your hand?  Kermit’s undivided attention!)
	The boys were ushered into the house and a new round of depravity began.

*

	“Take off your clothes.  Put them in this bin.  Make a line.”
	No Device was used to curb the boys’ emotions.  They were way frightened and even the youngest ones knew that they had been EMADed for nefarious purposes.  The men in paramilitary uniforms had warned them of rash disciplinary measures if the boys did not do as told or comply with given commands.
	“It’s better for you to do what you are told—than not.” Warned one of the men.  The boys nodded; they were frightened but they promised to obey.
	Once naked,
	“Who’s a virgin?”
	Shy, naked, embarrassed, the bright eyed boys stared at the Agent in grey who had asked the question.
	Agent Rocky, the beefy African-American stood intimidatingly before one of the youngest lads.  He was ten, blond, green eyes, frail, freckled skin on his shoulders, and in awe of the massive man before him.
	“You fucked a girl yet?” the massive man asked.
	The ten year old stared wide eyed upwards to the man who could probably eat him alive in one gulp.  Slowly, though, the terrified boy shook his head.
	Agent Rocky sidestepped to the next boy, also ten, also frightened.
	“What about you, turd, you put you bone in a cunt yet?” nothing like being bold and crass.
	This ten year old with red hair, blue eyes, nodded his head that he had.
	“Girlfriend?” chuckled the man.
	The boy shook his head NO saying “Sis-sister.”
	Rocky grinned, “How old was she?”
	“Eight.” The boy answered.
	Rokcy chuckled some more and continued down the line finding only two more boys who were no longer virgins.  One boy, eleven, and one boy twelve had fucked their sisters also.  Neither of the oldest boys at thirteen had fucked a girl.
	“Alright you little shits,” said Rocky, “this way to your doom.”
	The twelve naked scouts followed the black man and entered into a room where there were naked girls sitting together with a naked woman among them.
	The boys stood in a line and when they nervously with great embarrassment tried to conceal/cover their nakedness,
	“NO!” barked Agent Rocky—“NEVER-EVER hide yourselves!  You got me!”
	“WE GOT YOU, SIR!” answered the lads together.

	In her heart she knew it wasn’t over.  And she was right.
	The boys, all handsome (all white!) stood nervously naked in front of the room facing the audience.  All audience eyes were on the boys—knowing, too, that it wasn’t over.
	One of the Agents (clothed) clicked his fingers to Hanna.  The pretty twelve year old who loved horses, country music, and had a single braid going over her forehead looked defeated.  So much had she gone thru already—how much more?  Was there any hope?  Was there a time where she would go home?
	Up to the front of the room she stood nakedly facing the boys.
	“Which end to you want to start?” asked the Agent.
	Hanna gave him a “Huh?”
	“Youngest to oldest or oldest to youngest?”
	The naked boy scouts were lined up just that—youngest to oldest.
	Hanna still wasn’t too clear on the “what.”
	“Suck ‘em.” grinned the beefy black man.
	“Oooooh, shit!” breathed Hanna.  She sighed and displayed angst.  Her breasts were nice, so was her ass.  And there was just a bit of cover on her poon.
	With a shrug she looked to the youngest boy, ten year old Cam Ya.
	“Get to it, then.” almost sneered the Agent.
	It was soooo embarrassing.  To be naked.  To suck dick.  To do all the things the men told her to do.  She felt sick and knew the boy she approached was scared out of his mind.  Onto her knees she went—all eyes were on her.  If they were by themselves alone in a room somewhere maybe it would be better.  Maybe.
	Cupping the youngster’s bare nuggets she lowered her head down and took his young pud that was partly hard—and partly not so much.  After a couple of bobs up and down, though, the Korean youth’s cock was hard-hard-hard.
	After two minutes of suck-suck-sucking,
	“Alright, that’s enough—move on.” said the black Agent.
	All the while she sucked-sucked-sucked the boy’s cock her mind was blank.
	She moved on to the next boy, also ten, and partook of his cock.  In her mind swirled images of abuse, the beatings.  Also, briefly, out in the hall she had seen some other girls; naked, bald headed, with brand marks on their vaginas.  The image had taken her breath.  “Those girls,” said one of the other Agents, “misbehaved and didn’t do as they were told.”
	“They made a fuss and tried to incite a riot.” said another Agent.
	“So they have been punished.” said yet another.
	“And if YOU do not behave…the same for you.” finished off another.
	Hanna had determined that there were four men, one black and the rest not so much.  Sometimes there was another lurking about but usually there were four men, one black, all dressed in paramilitary one unit clothing; colour grey with one man wearing a dark-dark grey almost black.
	In no way did Hanna want to have her head shaven or her pussy branded.
	In no way.
	So she sucked cock.  Cam and Vance, then David and Wayne.  David Delveckio was the only other ten year old.  Wayne was eleven; thick coarse dark hair and not too much unlike the other boys once naked.  She sucked his dick two minutes and got a load of fresh milky spunk in her mouth.  It grossed her out and she nearly vomited.
	Young Wayne was out of his mind—he had never cum before.
	Alvin Warez was a cummer, too.
	Frank Skewu wasn’t a cummer but twelve year old Sam Rightside was.
	Hanna was allowed a couple of minutes of retching to gather herself.
	Twelve year olds Mark and Corey creamed the girl’s mouth, too, causing her to very-very nearly vomit.  She was sure to toss her cookies if this went on much longer.  Two more boys—both thirteen.  Two more boys.  Thirteen.  Likely-very likely to be cummers.
	She was right.
	Both Albert and Jason filled her mouth with their spunk and Hanna—
	Tossed her cookies.
	She feared being disciplined.  An Agent took her out of the room and everyone knew she was probably never to be seen again.
	The boys stood shoulder to shoulder totally bombastically lambasted.
	Angela was called up nextly.
	The poor girl sniveled, cried openly, and really-really didn’t want to up to the front of the room and suck twelve dicks.  Even when an Agent produced the leather stop.  She cringed, peed herself, and wailed.  Jan, sitting behind her, patted her ass urging her to ‘go on up’ and ‘get it over with.’
	But Angela resisted.
	So an Agent took the terrified girl by the elbow escorting her out of the room.
	“NOOOOO!” screamed Jan.
	All attention went to Jan.
	“Take me, I’ll—I’ll take her punishment.”
	Angela was in quite the quandary.  She didn’t want punishment but she didn’t want anyone else to suffer either.
	“ALRIGHT!  ALRIGHT!  ALRIGHT GODDAMNIT!  I’LL DO IT!”
	And angrily she wrenched herself away from the Agent’s grasp and went to the Korean boy firstly.  She started sucking him straightaway getting a bit o’ precum in her mouth for her efforts.
	Angela sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked some more—not one boy came off into her mouth.  Not one!  Then, while eleven year old Layla slurped tenaciously on thirteen year old Jason’s cock—the others came in (the ones who had been sleeping together.)  Their faces went ashen as they saw the nude boys—and five year old Grace sucking them.
	Layla sat back where she had been—retching.  Just thinking about a boy’s dick in her mouth made her ill.  Actually doing it—actually having it done…well, you know.
	Chloe sucked off on the new boys only getting eleven year old Billy and twelve year old Sam to cum in her mouth.  The boys all made comments blurting out how displeased they were with the proceedings.
	Jason Alverezalie hesitated, clenched, and kinda knew what was in store; especially after the grey uniformed Agent asked “Ever been spanked?” bearing a nasty looking—PAINFUL looking leather strap.  He was thirteen and too old to be spanked; in anger his step-father had swatted him when he was about ten.  He hadn’t forgotten (or forgiven).
	The man with the leather strap motioned for the naked boy with cum dripping from his well sucked on cock to come and lay down across his lap.
	‘Shit this is going to hurt!’ he didn’t want to cry, not in front of the other boys of his troupe or the kids in the audience.
	SMACK! the first swat nearly sent him out of his skin.
	He screamed and fussed all over shouting “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”
	Another SMACK! confirmed the “this is going to hurt” assumption.
	Three more smacks and Jason couldn’t help but openly cry.
	The naked boy scouts behind him in turn were also all crying in anticipation.
	Albert received his lickings screaming obscenities all the while.
	Corey, Mark, and Sam merely cried while Frank, Alvin, and Billy wailed.
	Wayne, David, Vance, and Cam bawled.
	Each boy then stood up against a wall sniveling, crying, wailing, and bawling as they rubbed their burning asses.  The girls of audience also cried not sure what lay in store—for them!
	Not much actually.  For Jan, though…
	(and Michael, Carlos, Mario, they thought for sure that the new boys would be cock sucking one another or ass kissing—ass licking.)
	An Agent snapped his fingers and Jan nodded.  She knew her horror wasn’t over.  Not by a long shot.  She felt weak in the knees, weak of constitution, too.  She saw and acknowledged her daughter—she knew that she had been horrified, raped, sodomized, spanked, but she was alive (and unbranded!)
	Laying with her back down on an Agent’s lap she waited.  The Agent leered at her and she wished upon wishes that she could rip his filthy balls off and ram them down the sonofabitch’s gullet!  Sexual perversion most high!  It was then that she figured that the bastards were using probably using a mind control device, an EMAD.  There was no defense against those things.  None.
	Suddenly the man/Agent with the leather strap smacked her pussy.
	“JESUS CHRIST!” the woman screamed.  She was already in a painful and awkward position and the smacking of her pussy was just about the livin’ end.
	The man smacked her pussy again bringing tears to her eyes.  In the audience and her daughter, Kim, sobbed uncontrollably.
	The man then looked to the boys who were stunned into submission.  He nodded to the oldest boy, Jason.  Jason had no idea what the fuck lay in store for him.  “Please!” he bawled, “Please don’t fucking hit me!”
	“Get your ass over here!”
	The boy cried and sniveled all the eight or so feet an angle to get there.
	“Ever eat a pussy?” the sitting Agent asked.
	Jason had not—he had no clue.
	So he was schooled, “On your knees!” bellowed the Agent with the strap.
	Jason nearly fell to his knees.
	“LICK THAT CUNT!”
	Jason stared—and stared—and stared at the woman’s “cunt.”
	The strap of leather was snapped in the air prompting the very frightened boy into action.  The woman’s cunt was bare of hair and freshly cleaned.  He licked and licked and got hard and hard.  A girl from the audience came up (Kim) plus two others.  Kim came up close to just stand and be casually eyed by Jason as he serviced her mother’s poon; the other two girls, Layla and Emma laid down, spread their legs, and fingered themselves.
	Jason’s eyes widened, his cock got harder, and the time was eminent.
	“Alright, boy,” said the man with the strap, “stand up and fuck.”
	Jason paused a moment but nervously complied.  His cock very nearly exploded its contents right off as it went in—and less than thirty seconds and it did!  Several seconds more were needed to fully expel every ounce of his boyish spunk.
	Albert was less enthused and almost willing to take a beating rather than go down on the woman and her cum laden pussy.
	“Oh, man, it’s sooooo gross!” he said.
	“If you can lick it for thirty second without puking, you want be beaten.”
	“Sonofabitch!” the boy was close to losing control and bursting out crying.
	Somehow he managed to hold himself together and “go down” on the woman’s cummy cunt.  At the ten second mark it looked like he was going to toss his cookies.  He didn’t.  at the twenty second mark he retched, gagged, and maybe had a mouthful of stomach contents.  At twenty-eight second mark he puked.
	SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
	The straight-A honor student screamed into Jan’s pussy as his tender bare ass was blistered.  Kim was overly sniveling (as was just about everyone in the room.)
	A rag was used to clean up Jan’s barfed on pussy, Albert was cleaned up, and though lo he had been stricken his cock was hard.  Hard enough to fuck!  He went into the woman and fucked making strange odd noises as he did so.  At one minute flat he came.  The release drained him placing him in another world he wanted repeated again—and again—and again.  Good pussy will do that to you.
	Twelve year old Corey almost threw up but made the required thirty seconds.  He fucked long and hard to come off successfully in three minutes tops.
	Mark begged and required a butt basting to get him in compliance.
	FIVE hard ass blistering smacks before he put his mouth to the soiled pussy.
	He didn’t throw up but was awfully close.
	He didn’t cum, either.
	Sam was thankful for that—but by his turn and the pussy was mighty stanky.
	Neither he or the next boy in line orgasmed.  Jan, though, did.  She had her juices flowing since Corey had sunk his pre-teen cock into.  Alvin and Billy didn’t cum but did throw up.  Wayne, at eleven, spewed spunk but no stomach contents.  The youngest boys, David, Vance, and Cam each got one swat for defiance.  The fucked the woman’s pussy to the four minute mark but didn’t cum.
	When THAT shit was done…
	No rest.
	Jason returned to the woman just about out of his mind; Jan’s daughter, Kim, came up and straddled her mom’s head.  Then she laid down and there it was for Jason—a girl’s ass.  A girl’s naked ass.  And pussy.
	“Kiss her asshole.”
	Five—seconds—ten seconds—the leather strap snapping in the air—fifteen seconds—finally, with the second snapping of the leather belt the boy complied.  He kissed and then licked.
	“Fuck her pussy.”
	Five—seconds—ten seconds—compliance!
	His dick was well worn out but steady on he made progress cumming within just inside three minutes.  The release totally blew his mind.  He looked to the man the woman was laying her back on conveying “I’ll be your slave!”
	Albert gulped, “Not again!” Kim’s cunt oozed cum, it drizzled out and onto the woman below.  She was crying trying to keep herself from losing control.  Luckily and the girl’s shitter was clean and unfucked and thusly therefore no presence of cum.
	Corey came up, sniveling, embarrassed, terrified.  He was twelve and had seen his dad shoot and kill his mother—that terror was always with him and any further terror—like that motorcycle guy’s head coming off in the freeway accident—didn’t bother him.
	Anyways, he licked Kim’s shit hole, retched, almost puked, then got the option “Pussy, or asshole, your choice.”
	Pussy!  And there, after three minutes of serious pumping, he did cum.
	Corey Z creamed in her asshole while Mark—fucked her pussy and didn’t cum there after four minutes so he got one swat from the sitting Agent’s hand and ordered into the girl’s asshole.  He didn’t cum there, either, after four minutes so he got a lick from the leather belt.

	Dash it all if Mark and Sam were also unable to cum (in either hole.)
	Frank managed, though, and so did Alvin.  Billy?  He was eleven and had previously cum but didn’t manage to do so in either of Kim’s holes.  He got one swat from by the sitting Agent and one from the belt.  Wayne managed to shoot his load into Kim’s pussy and was glad of it.  The youngest boys, due to their young immature ages were allowed to fuck without punishment for non-cumming.
	The scouts, Kim, and Jan took a needful shower.  They had a meal and then a six hour sleep.