August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips and Sidetrips
Chapter 18
Corruption in Two Worlds

					     Unleashed

	There were seven of them that were noticed.  Young teens.  Some wore dresses, some wore pants, one wore shorts.  All were very nice.  All were very doable.  All were desirable.  And it was so noted that Gunther was not the only one interested…
	His interest in the Interested Party was distracted by another interest, a young girl approx. nine or so.  She was gorgeous.  A Plain Jane, not really striking, but she gave Gunther’s schlong reason to live.  A blonde she was, very bubbly, short sleeved yellow top with matching jean shorts.  Long straight lackluster blonde hair nicely trimmed to the middle of her backside.
	She was in the company of a pair of other equally pretty girls.  An older girl (possibly the sister) came up and spoke to the young Interest.  The Interest left the two girlfriends and skipped happily to her mother who Gunther also sought to desire.  He would not be denied.
	Nothing like making a pest of ones’ self!

	The day was pretty much shot, the service had concluded and peoples were dispersing.  Gunther watched them, noted his First Subject Interest now in the company of someone assumed to be his wife.  The two precious girls seemed none the worse for their brief interlude in their grandfather’s van.
	The other subjects equally dispersed, leaving Gunther deliriously savoring the morning and yearning for a repeat.  He then realized that come the evening most of the parishioners were likely to return.  That made him feel better, a second chance.  He wouldn’t miss it.  He quickly slipped off to check on the comatose pair in his panel, then made a nuisance of himself with the August crew.
                                                    Meanwhile III

	The tabby finally began to move, slowly, stretching, yawning, farting.  It paused at the no-door open door, rubbed its yellow butt against the frame then sauntered out and was gone.  
	“’bout fucking time, asshole!” shouted Charlotte.
	August looked to her, she normally didn’t exclaim such outburst.
	“What?” she quipped.  August smiled, hugged her and felt the stirrings of another bout of sex play.  Charlotte was willing.  She stroked his organ and lay out on the piled goodies they had yet to get to their new home.  August laid on her, her legs went far back and his mighty kingly schlong began inching into her sex.
	August reeled, arching his back and driving his cock nicely into his mate.  On the downswing to kiss her and really make a thing about it, his eyes fell upon others.
	They were not alone.
	It wasn’t Ralph, nor ants or cockroaches.  
	It was people!
	Young people at that.
	They were in the dark by another moveable tile, but August could make out their shapes.  Charlotte was unaware and began humping into August, grabbing his sweaty ass and forcing it.  Her head turned this way and that and noted August staring.  She turned her attention to see what had caught him.
	She stopped and the two outsiders stood up, Charlotte clinging to August and standing just askew of him.  Slowly they approached, some of the hidden forms dashed back into the recess of the wall.  Two remained however.
	“It’s alright, don’t be afraid.” called out Charlotte.
	“We come in peace.” that was a lame thing to say but it was all August could think of.
	There was nothing for a moment or two, and then the figures that had dispersed earlier returned.  
	“Do you live here?” Charlotte asked.
	There was a subtle--very subtle--head nod.  Charlotte and August drew a little closer, being mindful not to frighten.
	“Uhm, I’m Charlotte, this is--this is August.”
	For a nano second August saw a flicker in his mind, his HeadsUpDisplay was finally trying to power up.  That was a plus.
	“Gabe.” spoke up one, “I’m Gabe, this is Moran and Pauline.”  There were others milling about, they weren’t introduced just yet.
	Charlotte offered them a smile, as she drew a little closer, one of the others hiding behind Gabe and Moran latched eyes upon the “goodies” piled up behind August and Charlotte.
	“You got FOOD!” exclaimed a voice.
	The “wall people” were starved, living off the leavings of the mice, capturing bits and pieces of spent food on the kitchen floor.  Last week one of their young members went out on a scavenging run into the kitchen and hadn’t returned yet.  August and Charlotte looked to one another, did they know about Tabby?
	The wall people did live in the wall, there were others, but no adults.  Charlotte asked where they had all come from, they only gave shrugs as an answer--they didn’t seem to know--they were just “there.”
	Fascinating.
	The small group devoured the grapes and fresh cheese.  There was some applesauce and something resembling and tasting like pudding.  Bits of roast beef and other delights that could be carried were hauled away to help feed the others.  August heft his share and followed.  Just at the loose tile a disturbance.
	A creature entered into the kitchen.  A BIG creature, a giant.
	Charlotte and August barely had time enough to get inside the tile.  Beings as it was quite dark under the cabinetry they were safe enough.  The giant was a huge brute, hairy, with a long straggly beard, long black unkempt hair, gold loop earrings, typically large bellied.  He wore a green woodsman shirt and breeches.  
	An apple he devoured in almost one bite, then opened the ice box and cursed.  “FUCKING VERMIN!” he screeched.
	“CAT!” he called out angrily.  “CAT!” he yelled again.  He mumbled words and rummaged thru the ice box, throwing food items onto the floor.
	“WENCH!” he now yelled.  He found a glass jar of milk and downed it, scratched himself and at the no door doorway came Wench.  A woman, she was small framed, dark skinned (very well tanned), super long dark hair, green eyes, resembling American Indian features.  She was calm and very demure.
	“WENCH!” roared the giant, he whirled upon the demure woman, who August noted was nude.  “Yer fucking cat aint worth beans!” he scolded and then slapped her.  It left an instant welt and bruise on her cheek.  She cried out in her anguish but nothing more. 
	Roughly the giant pushed Wench down to her knees.  His giant cock he unleashed from his green breeches and crammed into her mouth.  The long dark hair of the woman concealed the actual “blowjob” but the slurping sounds were heard.
	When the giant had cum, he slapped his wench and bitched at her, then stomped off out of sight.  The Wench sat on the floor, she seemed to be crying.  After a moment or two she began cleaning up the mess on the floor.  August and Charlotte closed the tile and followed the Wall People.

	There were twenty-six of them, from almost twenty years to as young as five years.  Boys & girls.  No adults.  A young wiry fella named Avery seemed to be the leader, though reluctantly.  He had numerous scratches and festering wounds and was sick a lot, wracked with fever and chills and sometimes blindness.  He had fought various mice and cockroaches and had been scratched by the cat, Tabby.
	They had been living in the wall for sometime, but their past seemed cloudy and they did not remember where they all actually came from.  Their clothes and living conditions were deplorable.  They all were in need of a bath, some first aid, and a lot of TLC.
	August and Charlotte had their work cut out for them.  The digs needed to be more defendable, insulated, and escape routes established.  The kids had no ideas how to do that, but they had explored the walls surrounding the kitchen.  None had been “outside” the wall to the outside world.
	August tried to keep his mind on his work--teaching the fellas of the group about defensive posturing, weaponry, and so on.  But--there were a nice handful of GIRLS in the group.  Many of them were even of age!  (lol)

	It took a while settling into the new digs, Charlotte tended to Avery and taught the other girls how to make like a good domestic.  One of the girls, Erin, prodded Charlotte when most of the group had settled down for some much needed sleep.  It had been a long day, August had set up alarms in the narrow passages to alert them should any trespassers come--and three times it went off; once was by one of the group members with the other two times being assorted “vermin.”
	“What were you and August doing?” asked the girl curiously.
	Charlotte had to stare at the girl, ‘Huh?’
	“When we met, up in the loft (kitchen).”
	Charlotte searched her mind--it had been a few hours since…
	“You and Mr. August were “close” together, you seemed to be in pain but you seemed to like it too.”
	“Ohhhhhh, that.” Charlotte smiled, grinned, and then--’Holy shit, she don’t know what “fucking” is!’
	Her mind raced, if August was to get wind of this--she rolled her head and giggled to herself.  Could she (Erin) be so naïve?  What of the others?  Could they all be naïve?   Hmmmmm
	As it happened, August had been asked the same question, but in a different manner--”what were you doing to Ms. Charlotte?”
	August smiled and realized that the group was unwise as to the joys of sex and sex related relations.  Without the Device or the HUD working just yet Q&A would have to be done a little differently.  After a time August determined that the BOYS were kinda dumb--they barely played with themselves.  They DID look upon the girls and have strange yearnings and such but none had done anything.  No one wore any underclothes, just shabby tattered handmade clothing that was simple pullovers, barely covering/concealing their private area.
	The group as a whole hadn’t been together too long, Avery had mentioned that he had come from the green forest beyond the wall, the others only knew of being within the wall itself.
	Before any narly business could be conducted, a BATH was necessary.
	Finding a leaky pipe was first, constructing a dam about the pool and they thusly made a worthy shower.  Soap was obtained from the kitchen and in no time the Wall People were clean.
	Thereafter the “teaching” began.

                                                     Lustful Acqusitions

	With no sign of life, and no other signs, either; Gunther let the two continue being as they were.  He didn’t know what else to do, but saw that the Device was “active”, there were brain wave patterns fluctuating giving an indication that there was “activity” in progress.  What sort Gunther had no idea, August and Charlotte still breathed, but that was all.
	Gunther continued to maintain his job as a tow truck driver; Ara Lee took on sidelined private teaching, Alice landed a job as a waitress at the local roadside eatery.  Tommy went to work at the service station where Gunther worked out of.  Ted was still mysterious, only August’s Device could wrangle his past out, but Gunther concurred with Ara, the man was definitely up to something, his wife and the two female children were not right.  Gunther determined that they were being “controlled.”
	The whole group took up residence in an impromptu area just to the side of the church.  A ruse of sorts was put into place, instilling into the nosey parishioners and church officials one story after another about how they all came to be, the lack of Male Leaders, etc.
	The group was assimilated into the community, it was unclear as to how long they would be there, already it had been two days!  The two unconscious ones still needed to be cared for--watered, fed, and cleaned.  It wasn’t Gunther’s doing; Ara and Alice took care of that.
	Gunther knew that if he wanted to badly to get Ted Dawson’s hidden past, he could.  He had ways.  But he decided against it, there were other ways.  When August returned from wherever the hell he was they would try the subtle method utilizing the Device.
	Gunther had a good lunch at the roadside eatery, he chatted with Alice, Gunther and the whole August group (aside from Ted’s family) had no real need of money woes--there was plenty left over from August’s latest shindig, Gunther had a few bills of his own.  But the Group as a whole had to put on the persona of a family in need.  They were a blended family, a combo of families traveling to a better place--wherever that may be.
	Gunther and Ara still worried, though.  At anytime something may go wrong.  Someone may get overly suspicious about the rather large inordinate family group, someone may recognize one of the “missing” regardless of the physical appearance change.  One of the wee little kids might accidentally unknowing give up information otherwise supposed to be hidden or obliterated.
	The nearby interstate was flowing again, only a few FEDS remained in the area, an investigation was still ongoing, the woods and the barn, the bus still being searched and gone over; the well…
	Gunther slept most of the afternoon, he took up residence in August’s Mega RV, Julie and Wendsy missed August terribly, Gunther missed him, too.  He was able to peg Winnie and enjoy a round with Ara Lee--she was always willing to give.  She had her daughters Claudia and Megan service Gunther, he was beginning to enjoy Ara Lee’s company…
	Cum that evening, Sunday evening, there was once again a church service in progress.  Gunther arrived just as dusk began to settle.  Casually he watched over the parishioners entering into the religious abode.  Gunther Tallywick was NOT religious.  If anything he was anti-religious.  He wasn’t opposed to organized religion, just didn’t care for it.
	He set his sights on several prospects, subjects, possibles, and desirables.  All sent strong feelings to his loins; deftly he imagined them in various states of distress--naked, semi-naked, being doinked, doinking, being spanked, peed on--and all captured on video!
	He still had the Bus 124’s video, he hadn’t a chance to deliver it to his City contact for payment.  He imagined that the payment would be a good one, the best yet.  Each new video he tried to outdo himself with the next.
	Those individuals and family members he observed put his wheels to whirling.  Typical Americana, small town, close knit families, good clean folk who were semi sheltered from the likes of serious pervs.  But SNAPPA was everywhere (Society of North American Professional Perverts Association.)
	Most of the parishioners had finally entered the church.  He didn’t notice the grandfather from the morning’s event, he was probably home bagging the old bag he was married to--or possibly the children he had bagged that morning.
	Gunther did see two boys scurry off to themselves.  Gunther followed, not too close, using the hi-tech sight scope he found them, lurking behind the large dumpster.  The lads were 13-14ish.  A dark haired youth and a red head.  But wiry, tall, typical small town youth up to no good.
	They firstly struck up a ciggy and smoked it.  Gunther was soon to lose interest in them--and would have had it not been for seeing the dark haired fella unleash his cock.
	The red head followed.
	Both boys then began a bout of “cockfighting.”  Rubbing their pricks against one another, fondling one another, fondling one another’s balls, pressing their cocks together, seemingly measuring the length of the other’s prong in comparison to his own.
	At length the dark haired by began in earnest circle jerking the red head’s red head; going up and down the shaft and pressing his body into his friend.  The red headed youth slid his jeans down and the dark haired boy clutched at the nude cheeks.
	The red headed boy pulled the dark haired fella’s jeans down and slipped his hands inside the underwear.  Moments later and the dark haired boy went to his knees, examined the red headed cock bouncing before him, and then gulped it.
	Up and down the shaft, slowly.  His hands kept steady on onto his friend’s nude ass, totally engulfing Red’s cock, power sucking at the moment of orgasm.  He swallowed.  He gulped and then sucked on the furry nads.  Red turned about (or was turned about) and bent over.  His cocksucking friend began kneading the pillowy but firm white cheeks before him, kissing each one, placing a hickie on each cheek before delving into the crack for a rim job session.
	He then stood and Red took a moment to fondle his friend’s already cumming cock.  He then semi reluctantly went to his knees and tongue the piss slit.  He didn’t seem as adamant about servicing his friend as the other way around.  The dark haired fella roamed his hands through Red’s thick coarse hair.  Red soon did engulf the pecker of his friend and sucked him.
	The dark haired didn’t cum, though.  Red sucked a good five minutes, the friend pulled out and circle jerked himself, rubbing his prong against Red’s face, face fucking him.  There were words spoken but Gunther was too far away to hear.  Red stood and turned about, spreading his legs as much as he could with his clothes at his ankles.  He braced against the stone wall that encased the dumpster.
	His friend stepped up and began caressing Red’s ass with his cock, going up and down the crack and spanking him before probing his slicked up anus and penetrating him.

	Another sight enticed Gunther to spy.  He knew that by this manner he was going to have to set up a video camera to capture what he saw.  Off on the OTHER side of the church building, not outside but in the foyer Gunther noted a woman in nice clothes, broad shoulder (shoulder pads) being just under 5’10” tall, proper weight, something close to regal but not snotty or snooty.  Thick dark hair that had way too much hairspray, holding the form that was some style from the ‘50s.  
	Pointy torpedo titties, a tight form fitting green dress with white dots all over it.  She was in the company of a young fella in his mid teens, approx. 15 or 16.  He was thin build, semi tall, long straggly blond hair, shifty, and horny.
	The boy wasn’t concerned with security issues, the woman was.  She looked about and seemed to want to put off the horny teen.  But she was seemingly “in need”, too.  Nervously she complied and pushed herself up against a wooden bench/table.  They were just out of sight of the double duo doors to the interior of the church.  Just barely….
	The woman pulled up her dress and leaned back.  The boy moved up between her legs, cock out.  Gunther determined that she either had no panties on or they were simply moved out of the way--the boy was IN, no doubt there--he was fucking.
	They fucked for several enduring minutes before the boy finally came.  The woman seriously looked as if she were in need.  She reeled and held onto the boy, fucking back into him until her own orgasmic needs had been met.  Then security issues returned and she pushed him away.
	Cum drizzled from the boy’s schlong.  
	He stood back, not caring about security issues.  He masturbated and fondled his balls, looking to the dame he had just boned.  The woman collected herself and then dashed off to the women’s restroom.  The teen horndog flopped his prick back into his jeans and simply entered into the church.

	Gunther had been working on his devices, the “gadget” and Pain Inducer; intensifying their output.  Both required only minor adjustments.  They were no where close to the bombastic abilities of August’s Device Item 0110, but close counts.  They would do. 
	The enhancements to the Gadget now rendered the Subject/Victim immobile, similar fashion as Scientist Ted Dawson’s nifty gadgets attached to his family’s temples.  Utilizing minute encrypted electrical pulses Gunther could now project his “desires” via commands.  The Subject/Victim now had no choice whatsoever but to comply--or suffer immeasurable pain and serious discomfort in the noggin.
                                 ~Major Pain & General Discomfort~

	Of all the foods on the Earth, the best of all was a pizza.  Gunther so loved pizza; so many styles, depths, widths, and toppings!  He liked them plain or loaded.  A nice Irish Stout or simple beer accompanied the oval (or square) delight.  One fine day, the day after Sunday, Gunther was enjoying a Hawaiian Pizza and an Irish Stout in an Italian pizzeria when he so noted two Subjects from the previous day.
	His cock soared.  He had to have them, he had to.
	The woman (mother) was nice, but the girl (daughter) was nicer.
	He was enamored with them, there was the older girl, too; but she wasn’t with the two.  He would have to settle for what he could get.  He consumed his pizza and beer, first--priorities.  His two potential Subjects entered into a jewelry shop next door to the pizza place, there was a typical mini mall of sorts about--a large chain grocery store was center of attraction.
	He drank, ate, used the restroom, noted the cashier/order taker as a potential possible, then scurried out to relocate his earlier Subjects.  There were many other Potentials out and about, the thing with having a “means” in which to subdue and make merry with was that everyone encountered (who was worthy) made a potential possible!
	Teen girls, young girls.  Cutesy girls in tight jeans, shorts, short dresses.  Young teens attired like big City sluts but were more than likely virgins and mostly naïve.  He let them all go, settling for his two earlier Subjects.
	They had made the grocery store and were loading up their minivan.
	Gunther had August’s ride, as August and Charlotte were “occupying” his.  Gunther so noted a few accouterments that he himself did not have in his ride.  August had made no mention of the “items” but they were useful, very useful.
	Just as the last item from the shopping cart was loaded into the back of the van and the young nine year old Subject scurried to the passenger side front, the 30 something Christian woman sauntered to the driver’s side--Gunther zapped them.
	He now had more range and the ability to “stun” his Subjects.
	He had only recently made the adjustments and advancements to his Gadget, he had not tested it.  Not until now.  It seemed to work fine.  He had to dash from the nine year old to the mother but they were “zapped.”
	A quick check of the surroundings, noting if whether or not the shopping complex had hi-tech video cameras.  It did not.  There was a roving security guard, who was WAY down at the opposite end of the complex by the video game rental store.  
	Wearing surgical gloves he shut carefully the minivan’s door, escorted the little nine year old to her mother.  A wave of his hand before both their faces revealed that they were indeed his.  His to control.  He patted calmly the mother’s ass, squeezed her breasts, then leaned in and KISSED her on the mouth.
	No reactions whatsoever.
	Gunther was well pleased.
	Carefully he escorted them thru the cars to where he had parked August’s ride.  There was a high embankment of which the open sliding door of the ‘51 Panel was opened to.  It gave the security Gunther wanted to enact a wicked “quickie.”  He laid the little girl, Kassey, down on the carpeted floor, then put the mother inside, placing her in a doggie-style position.  She smelled good, poised nicely, wore good clothes.  
	Gunther eased the woman’s gray slacks down, she resembled strongly a Martha Stewart-like persona.  Gunther was cool with that and soon had her slacks down to her knees.  Very nice designer undies from Victoria’s Secrets.  Gunther slid the undies to one side, checked over his shoulder for any possible onlookers; there was traffic on a road above the 12 foot embankment, bushes and shrubs, small trees blocked any direct line o’sight.
	He determined that Patricia was an anal virgin.  She was prudish in that respect.  Her pussy was well trimmed--and well fucked.  Skin super creamy and soft, hole nice and clean.
	There was a stronger interest in the child, though--still wearing her beige jean skirt.  Gunther had her put her knees up, this gave him a joyful sight down to her white Minnie Mouse panties.  His cock ached trapped inside his jeans.  He eased the mother in and shut the door behind him.

	There was joy in buggering a virgin hole, he enjoyed it on two fronts--when the hole was readily accessible and not thrashing about.  He also enjoyed it when that hole was “aware” of being pronged.  After buggering Patti for several minutes, spanking her, cumming deep into her anal track he pulled out and strapped the woman down--using August’s straps he had concealed on the floor of the panel.
	The straps were leather and something akin to a dog’s collar; wide with adjustable buckles.  The straps had many possibles, mostly just to secure the “load” from securing about and possibly causing a problem.  Gunther, however, used the straps in another manner.  The same principal was instilled, but just a little different.
	Strapped down was Kassy, her neck.  A gag in her mouth and the dog collar strapped tightly about her throat.  Her ankles, too, were secured, forcing her to lay on her backside with her knees up.  Her wrists, too, secured so as she would be unable to undo the straps.
	Gunther then pulled the child’s panties up to her knees, hiked her beige jean skirt up to reveal her sex.  She was a virgin.  Gunther fingered her, pressing his thumb into her pussy, inserting into her and also fingering her equally virgin asshole.
	Her mother was sitting up to the heavily insulated wall.  She was nude and cream dripping from her fresh fucked poop chute.  Her mind began to clear, somewhat--she was dazed and greatly confused.  Reeling from the effects of having her mind zapped into numbness she sweated and felt incredibly ill as she slowly came into awareness.
	Gunther grabbed her chin and pressed her head against the wall--she was untethered and unrestricted.  “Listen to me, sweetie, and listen good!” he breathed his foul breath upon her, “DON’T PISS ME OFF!”

	Kassy watched in horror, crying and sniveling as her mother sucked on the nude man’s cock.  She realized quickly she was in a terrible position.  It was all very confusing to her, but she knew it wasn’t good.  She could do nothing about her situation, which made the young girl all the more frightened.
	Gunther humped Patti’s mouth, the woman fondled Gunther’s nude sweaty ass, clutching lovingly his balls.  She did so willing lest Gunther do terrible nasty things to her little girl.
	She said that she did not suck her husband’s cock, she had NEVER sucked cock.  She was not a pervert and did not have any sexual illicit thoughts towards any of her three children or ANY children.  She knew most of the sex positions, but her and her bubby only submitted to a couple of them.
	Gunther emptied a nice load into the woman’s mouth.  She was not happy, she was sick and pissed, scared, and ill.  She had indeed tried twice to fight, to make a fuss.  But the enhanced Gadget and Pain Inducer nipped her tries.  And with the Bastard’s warning that if she did NOT comply, then he would take his gangly cock to the little girl and fuck her to death, Patti saw she had no choice.
	It was an horrifying experience to say the least.  And it was only the beginning.

                                               Meanwhile III

	He judged Moran to be about 16 or 17 or so.  She was of Chinese heritage, the only one in the group who was.  She was not 100% virginal, but she gave up no information about her past.  She didn’t seem to know any of it.  (which was the case for all of them, none of the Wall People in Giantdom knew of their past.)
	August hoped that his HUD-Device would surge back to life and perhaps he might be able to shed some light on that aspect.  But in the meantime, the group desired to know about SEX, and all that was about it.
	None were embarrassed to be nude with a crowd, that was a plus.  
	It was a “teaching” thing; the Wall People seemed to have very little memories, August assumed there was a reason for that but he did not know what it was.  The Wall People were naïve, ignorant to the joys & pleasures of sex and everything in regards to sex.  They were somewhat bashful, but it was easily overcome.
	Moran was August’s first choice.  He had plenty to choose from, there were more girls than boys.  Butt bare assed naked he got as comfy as possible on the makeshift bed.  For optimum effect, visually speaking, the first “lesson” was the teaching of “foreplay.”  
	August’s schlong was still incredibly tender and sore and fucking relentlessly was getting to him.  It needed a rest.  Foreplay was a good stand in (until he couldn’t stand it no more and HAD to fuck.)
	He showed the viewing audience the fine art of foreplay--that is fingering.  Fingering and caressing, fondling and tweaking.  Moran was a lovely girl, very lovely.  He was enticed with her and spent time suckling her dainty young breasts.  Even the youngest of the Wall People were in audience.  Everyone was nude, freshly bathed, and watching intently as August did his thing.
	Charlotte waited her turn, she sat nearby with one of the young boys occupying her lap; she fondled the waif’s nads, stroked his schlong, and waited for the moment when she would take her turn on the “teaching bed.”
	Moran’s pussy began to get “wet.”  August fingered it, opening her legs and revealing her sex to the “students.”  When Moran began to really feel the effects of August’s doing, August mounted her.  He had her firstly stroke his cock, cup and squeeze his balls, rub his ass, and suck him, this was prior to them laying out on the bed in the first place.
	His cock was ready.
	Way ready.
	He moved her legs about, locking them around his arms and arching her body back so as the students behind could see his cock entering her cunny.  He slid all the way, wriggled about, pumped lightly and then settled into a nice long five minute hump.
	Despite the fact that Moran was NOT a virgin, she was still “tight” enough just the same.  And thusly very pleasing, very cock pleasing.  August held off cumming in short time, concentrating on other things, then proceeding with the hump fest until he could no longer hold back the tide of orgasmic bliss.
	Moran came, too.
	She humped back, clawed his back, reeled and arched and carried on during the incredible orgasm.  August needed a brief rest afterwards, his cock just couldn’t take it!  He lay with Moran during the “afterglow.”  Charlotte lay on the bed, pulling the youngest boy of the Wall People onto her.  He was very very very tan, dark eyes.  Charlotte detected a hint of Mexican and American Indian in him, along with plain American.  His cock was uncut, his balls were virtually hairless, he bore thick coarse dark hair formed in a “bowl” shape about his head.  
	Charlotte did not engage in any foreplay, she sucked the boy, his balls, rubbed his ass, then positioned him between her legs.  Instinctively the boy placed his schlong into Charlotte’s quim.  Natural instinct helped him insert, the feeling was so good he had to repeat--which prompted him to pull out part way and then thrust back in.  and then repeat.  And repeat.  And repeat faster.
	August was finally ready, sort of.  He loved on Moran the rubbed his aching prong against her cum laden cunt, he dredged up memories of Julie, Minn, Chip, Krista, Kristy, and all of his group in efforts to send erection orders to his super sensitive cock.
	It work, his cock was full blast ready to fuck.  Moran’s legs were brought back further, pooching her ass up more so as the students gathering closer behind could see the penetration to Moran’s asshole.
	He could fuck no more.  He humped and humped, sweated profusely and then fucked some more.  He had no more cum to give, he almost passed out, he felt his balls literally exploding.  With all his strength (er, that which was left) he managed NOT to collapse onto the young Chinese girl and fall off to one side.  Charlotte was heard to be explaining how a MAN was virtually drained after fucking his fill.  She seemed to have said it with an aire of a smirk.
	August let it go--for now.
	Boys Avery, Bosely, Gabe, Hap, Korn, Lonnie, Orion and Quinton took their turns pegging Charlotte.  She sucked on each one, masturbated them, caressed their asses, suckled their testicles, then positioned them into her cunny for a nice horny fuck.
	August still “rested.”  Charlotte taught the girls who to suck the boys, and taught the boys how to lick out the girls’ cunnies.  August slept and missed it.

                                                     Giantdom

	There may have been a passage of significant time--if there was August missed it and Charlotte didn’t fill him in.  (OR there may have been some OTHER outside mysterious forces at work.)  August deeply recalled shagging Moran, he nailed Canita, Dorina, Noel, and Rhainnon.  He had his hand on Lonnie’s ass helping him hump Fratima.  But that was the last of his memories on that particular era of naughtiness.
	His next memory was fending off a small horde of pissed off rats.
	They were black, big, funky, and pissed off.  The weapons that had been scavenged and constructed were really no match for the insistent vermin.  They managed to fend of the beasts, but August cautioned, “They’ll be back.”  new digs would have to be sought.
	August worried (minutely) about the “glitch” in his time memory.  Was it significant or non-important?  He had noticed his HUD flickering in and out of existence.  Was THAT significant?  He didn’t relish the idea of actually living out his life in giantdom.  That just wouldn’t do.  
	He thought, too, that he had asked Charlotte if she had experienced any memory lapses, unaccountability for time/space?  He couldn’t remember if she answered him.  This was getting bad.
	And other than pissed off rats there were the cockroaches, a small horde of scout/army ants, and two BIG spiders.  The female spider was the leader, she chirped out her orders and commanded the other vermin.  Their first objective was to secure the puny humans’ horde--namely the food supply. The second objective was, natch, to destroy the puny humans.
	Unfortunately the insects also knew the kitchen walls just as well as the humans--even better.  “We need a new plan.” commented Charlotte.  August didn’t answer her.
	“We need serious weapons.” August returned at length.

	All they did was run, though; scamper and hold up in one area, then run and scamper to the next and do the best they could to defend themselves.
	“This ain’t going to work.” complained August, “this running around is bullshit.”
	“Then what do we do?” inquired Avery, 2nd in command.
	“Well, in lieu of serious weapons we need to kill that fucking spider bitch.  She’s the leader.  Secondly, WE need to do some attacking ourselves.”
	“How we gonna swing that?” Charlotte asked.
	He didn’t know, but he knew the running they were doing was fruitless.  They had to find some safe local that was safe from attack, then they could rest and gather necessary weapons and so forth.
	(Intermission:  You’ve gone to the bathroom, spent more time there than you thought, looked in the mirror to see if all of your face was still there, picked your teeth, then returned to your comfy chair to see that instead of the normal 10 commercials in a row there were not so many and you’ve missed five minutes of move.)  It’s what happened to August’s memory; his next recall was being in Ralph’s abode.  
	The mouse home was boarded up on the sides, there was a water pipe providing water and access to other parts of the interior wall.  The Tabby provided a small hazard but there was a plan in the works for her.
	Weapons?  Yea, there were weapons, improved weapons--sharp weapons now propelled like crossbows.  Bows and arrows were now the norm, scoop slings and caltrops, too.  How much time had passed August did not know, his HeadsUpDisplay still was only in for a few seconds and then gone for hours.

	There seemed to be some serious bug up the butt of the Giant.  He was pissed off most of the time.  The	 wench was in cleaning the kitchen, the Giant came in and sat at the table.  At first all seemed well, then for no apparent reason he stood up and wrenched the poor wench across the table, he unfurled his giant schlong and crammed it harshly up into the wench’s back entrance.  The giant wench hung on as she was pronged, when done the Giant Fucker slapped her ass and flung her to the floor whereupon he stood astride her and urinated on her.  He then left the room in a giant huff.
	The naked giant wench woman lay in a heap-curl for some time before moving.  She stood, cried, sobbed, and then began cleaning up the kitchen once more.
	“We should do something for her.” quipped Charlotte.  August gave her a LONG look.
	Ralph the mouse didn’t seem to mind sharing his humble abode with the diminutive humans.  August made it a point to appease the selfless humble mouse by securing food from the pantry and ice box.
	It so came to pass--this after another unnoticed time lapse--that the Giant Fucker had placed before Ralph’s mouse hole a trap.  It was loaded with cheese.  It was a trying thing to do; one to keep Ralph from gobbling the cheese, and two to remove the cheese in the first place.
	But it was a done deal, and by morning they had succeeded in replacing the cheese with something that was potent.  At first it was unrecognizable, but a small hole had been found in the exterior wall that was brick.  Here there were plants of unknown type, the crack in the brick did not permit passage, save for only a groping arm.  Retrieved was this odd fragranted plant.
	The fragrance had a familiar scent to it and took many hours before it came to August.  He smiled and then had as much of the plant gathered as possible.  When done the trap was loaded and set.
	Some time later and there was a heard a “SNAP!”  followed by an outrageous yowling and screeching such as never heard before.  Tabby had gotten bit by the mousetrap, the lure of catnip had got him.
	The Giant Fucker, though, he continued to be a tyrant and an asshole; frequently he roughed up his wench, doggie-fucking her, beating her, and banging her on the floor roughly.
	Tabby never showed.
	The rats had begun to chew through the board emplacements, the spider queen was royally pissed at the puny insignificant pesky humans, and now had launched an aerial assault--fireflies and other winged insects.  It was all out war in the kitchen.
	“We need a new neighborhood.” quipped August.  “We’ve overstayed our welcome.”   

                                                         Dioblique

	She groaned.  She grunted.  She almost hurled.  Her lily white ass was smacked to a blistering red hue.  Her backdoor was tormented and filled to capacity and then some.  The woman endured all for the sake of her terrified child laying strapped down beside her.
	Gunther pulled out of the gooey hole and observed his juices backsplashing out.  Patti’s own juices drizzled down her thighs.  Little Kassy wriggled, bawled, sobbed, and watched in ultimate horror as her mother was sodomized.  Occasionally during the melee the nude man reached down between Kassy’s legs and fingered her.  Kassy squashed his hand with her legs, it was all she could do.
	Gunther smacked her bare thigh, enjoying seeing the girl in such torment, her panties at her knees, skirt hiked up over her belly, her mother naked on all fours before him.
	He took a short break, allowing his cock to cool off.  He enjoyed his new ability, the wheels in his perverted mind turned faster and faster.  Making a quick stock of his blank video cassettes, he smiled.  
	Patti he had lay out on her backside, she was only half willingly in compliance.  The beefed up Gadget prompted her to fully comply--coupled with the Pain Inducer she obeyed and laid out on her back, legs open wide ready for him to mount her.  Kassy had ample view of Gunther doing just that, she could either turn her head and watch the penetration in progress or turn her head up to the corner where a monitor was located and see what the video camera was seeing.
	Patricia cried out in her anguish, unbelieving what was happening to her.  Gunther slid his prong into her sex and banged her box good.  Patti thrashed about, but was unable to lash out at her attacker; something, some unknown force prevented her from doing so.
	When he was done, and he had sufficiently rested, he hog tied her, for paranoia-security’s sake.  A nice gag in the mouth and then we sent his tongue into Kassy’s young delicate cunny.  It made the mommy go insane with grief and horror.  Gunther liked.  He licked the young girl’s cunny, she frantically flipped and twisted about, Gunther held her firmly, swatting her thighs now and then as well as seriously nipping her cunny and jamming his thumb into her very virginal a-hole.
	He watched as Patti’s eyes widened in dire extremes as the nude stranger reared up and came between Kassy’s legs, grinding his cock against her virgin poon.  Luckily, though, Gunther’s cock was all cocked out, not strong enough to breech the child.
	Keeping in form with his usual business, Gunther cleaned up, concealed Patti and Kassy, then went after the rest of the family.  Among many of the things Gunther Tallywick hated--families was number one.
	Having Patti’s purse he located her address and made his way there, taking the alleys and trying to look as inconspicuous as possible--course, a vintage 1951 Chevy Panel truck in mint condition, juniper green, clean, was kinda hard to forget.  
	He parked in the alley behind the Suspect house then stealthfully made his way.  He didn’t have August’s Device to cloak him, but he had military training in the area of being undetected.
	He saw his prime Suspects, one at a time moving through the two-story house.  He attempted three times to nab the Man, the father-hubby of the house.  On the fourth attempt he got a two-fer--the Father and remaining daughter.
	The father was a staunch man, no bullshit, so-so friendly, hard working, semi-strict.  Hailing originally from Texas, he had thick dark hair with a few gray streaks, he wasn’t quite six foot tall, could play semi-pro football and was very sports minded.  He was also heavily into his religion, his church, and his kids.
	The second target “acquired” was the second daughter, the oldest one, Kendra.  She was cute, not as cute as her little sister Kassy, but close counts.  She didn’t have blond hair like Kassy, either.  Kendra’s hair was dark brown and she kept it short to just her shoulders.  Her face was more roundful, and being fourteen she had a better chest.
	Gunther didn’t want to chance losing them by moving thru the house in search of the remaining member to the family he wanted to destroy.  So he waited.  Detecting the telltale sounds of a video game in progress, and it was nearby, Gunther DID risk losing range of the father-daughter team in the kitchen.
	Kory was found in a room just to one side of the living room, the family room.  He was an easy tag and Gunther added him to his family in the kitchen.  Gunther needed a break, he found in the fridge some beer and helped himself, then to some cold chili and hot fudge.  Thereafter he pulled the fourteen year old to him, groped her ass, kissed on her, undone her top and took a gander at her breasts, then utilizing the upgraded Gadget qued her for answers.
	She was a virgin, but she masturbated; and she fingered her self to orgasms, too.  She farted, she heard her brother and sister fart but never her father or mother.  She had not had any sexual misdeed of any kind with her brother (or sister.)  She had been kissed by her boyfriend, he had gropd her breasts and ass, but not between her legs.  She had felt his hardon pressing against her cunny, but nothing more.
	She knew guys jerked off and had seen one fellow from her school doing so out in the woods one time.  She had seen young boys peeing.  She was not sexually interested in young boys OR boys her age (or older.)  She wasn’t ready and didn’t want any problems stemming from engaging in any sexual relations.
	She settled for masturbating and knew that that was not a Christian thing to do--but she did it anyways and sometimes DID yearn to feel a guy’s cock slamming into her.  But she fingered her pussy to orgasmic state and those feelings were satisfied.
	As for Kory--he was at the tender age (12) were jerking off was a daily thing.  He thought about his sisters, he thought about his mother, he thought about his homeroom teacher, he thought about every girl in his class, he thought about…
	He jerked off a lot.
	Having two sisters at his disposal he was the normal brother who took chances and spied on them.  He didn’t really have any sexual desires to do anything with Kassy, but with Kendra he desired deeply to fuck her, or to have her jerk him off, something.  Just to be nude with her would please him, to take a bath with her--for her to bathe him, even to SUCK him, anything!
	Gunther was pleased.  This was going to be very good.  Carefully he escorted the family into the panel truck.  Their minds were blank, giving him time secure them and then move the panel to a different location before enacting his brand of horror.

	With his kicked up Gadget and Pain Inducer, enacting his desires went well--well, for him.  Patti and daughter Kassy remained concealed--for the moment.  Philip slowly came around, thrashing in slow motion, becoming acutely aware that all was not well.  When his eyes focused he was in some sort of enclosure, dim lighting, and reeking of some sort of odor.
	He saw his eldest child, Kendra.  She was clad merely in her undies.  Her breasts showed signs of manhandling, they were reddened by some tweaking and pinching--heavy groping.  He stared for a moment, a long moment, taking it in.
	During this time Gunther once more tempted fate and probed the man’s mind.  He liked Q&A, it was insightful.  The man was partially delirious, still suffering from the effects of being frapped by the Gadget.  Answering questions he would not normally answer under any normal circumstances.
	He lusted for his wife, that was normal and okay.
	He had a slight yearn for his daughter Kendra.  A minute interest in Kassy.  No interest in Kory.  
	“When you make love to your bit--er, wife, do you think of screwing your oldest girl?”
	Philip tried hard to hold back the answer, he wrestled in the restraint system, thrashed his head about but the power of the kicked up Gadget forced him to blurt out--YES!
	“Would you like to SUCK on her titties?”
	“YES!” he was almost to the point of hysteria, but not crying.  He had begun to rip the skin on his wrists as he fought against the handcuffs securing him to the reinforced wall of the custom panel truck.
	“Would you care to fuck her in the ass?”
	Philip paused, he shook his head, No, that was not in his mind set.
	Eating her pussy, though, he would do that--if he could get away with it.  “What if she were say--drugged?”	
	“What?”
	“What if Kendra was drugged, or very-very sleepy.  Or had taken Nyquil and was zonked out good, and you were home alone--totally alone and secure.  Would you sneak into her room and strip her down, finger her pussy, her titties?  Would you take her hand and make her jack you off!?”
	Philip fought hard, ripped more skin, was totally blitzed at the line of bizarre questioning.  But he blurted--YES! to all, just the same.  Gunther let him rest a moment, the Pain Inducer had to be utilized to calm him, to ensue a sort of induced peace to disrupt the previous horror.
	Then, “What about Kassy?  You like looking at her while she’s nude?”
	Philip gulped.  He shook his head NO but blurted out YES! just the same.  “You son-of-a-bitch!  WHO ARE YOU!?”
	Gunther didn’t answer him but gave him a jolt of Pain.  “Calm yerself, Philip, you don’t wanna PISS ME THE FUCK OFF!  I can be VERY fucking dangerous.”
	He let his warning words settle in before preceding.
	“You like seeing Kassy nude, right?  You like seeing her in her panties?”  Philip hung his head in shame and nodded that it was so.  He was almost to the point of weeping.  His strong ethics beginning to crumble.
	“If you could get away with fingering her pussy, putting your cock into her mouth, rubbing it against her pussy, her asshole, her chest--would you?”
	Philip was confused and shook his head violently.  Gunther asked his questions again, one at a time.  Instilling the notion that Kassy would be like Kendra, zonked out due to high dosage of medication.  With that, Philip nodded that he would lick her cunny, take her hand to his cock, maybe/probably rub his cock against her poon.  But nothing more.
	“What about her friends?  What about Kendra’s friends--wouldn’t you like to be naked and nasty and naughty with them, too?  Would you FUCK them if you could get away with it?”
	Philip could no longer concentrate; his mind was shutting down with the images of his daughters being naked on their beds burned into his noggin.
	Gunther let the man dwindle, he hung forward, his wrists bleeding, his mind lost in a maze of confusion.  Gunther settled his attention on Kendra.  After coming to a secure area--behind the junkyard of which he worked out of, he was hard pressed to keep from banging Kendra.  He removed her clothing, suckled her breasts and roughly manhandled them.  His cock was aching so that it helped curb his desire to rip the girl’s panties off and fuck her brains out.
	The Gadget was working perfectly, he had complete control of the family, some more than others, some less than others as they were secured via other means.  He had the Pain Inducer to inflict serious obedience if necessary.  Kendra required it twice before accepting her Tormentor’s command--to undo her father’s jeans and tug them down.  His ankles were bare and they, too, were secured to the floor.
	Patti’s covers were pulled back, allowing her to see her daughter as she went down on her father.  Patti’s eyes bulged and she began to retch in horror.  The monitor in the corner captured it all, as well.  Phil’s schlong was only partially erect.  As Kendra engulfed the manly member it began to engorge.
	To help him along, as if Kendra’s doing’s weren’t enough, Kassy was uncovered, her legs pushed open and her father forced to look upon her.  Gunther set up a second monitor, and showed the family a portion of the Bus 124’s incident.  
	Patti, Kendra, and Kassy all heaved and weeped and sobbed and carried on very emotionally.  Philip and son Kory were appalled and horrified, but aroused just as well.
	Kendra managed nicely to bring her father’s cock to full erection.  She sucked him, cupped his balls, then drained his dick of orgasmic fluids.  She retched as the salty sperm filled her mouth.  Phil reeled in the orgasmic delights, regardless of the fact that it was a hideous and deplorable thing to do.
	Kendra wasn’t thru.  She swallowed the spunk, retched and heaved but didn’t hurl.  She turned her attention to her fully dressed brother.  None of the family could understand how they could not get out of the situation they were in.  Kory was unrestrained, but he didn’t move, he seemed paralyzed.  Kendra removed her burgundy shirt, then his socks, then undone his stonewashed jeans and tugged them down.  
	Kory lay on his backside, he tried twisting and thrashing, but to no avail, some unknown force held him firmly.  Verbal Q&A was no longer available for some reason, Gunther sensed a possible problem with the Gadget, inasmuch as August feared immediate unannounced shut-down of his Device, Gunther worried just a scouch about the Gadget.
	He continued anyways, having Kendra strip her brother’s jeans off, and then his underwear.  
	The boy had wood.  Not stiff wood, but semi so.  He was enthralled with being stripped naked, Kendra was naked save her panties.  There was totally narly business going on on a tv monitor.  The whole thing was insane!
	Kendra fondled her brother’s wang, fondled his balls and then went down and began kissing them.  Her ass was up in the air and her father got a nice look at it.  Gunther pressed his thumb into Kassy’s pussy, then slowly eased Kendra’s panties down.
	There was a commotion among the family members--Oh please, I beg of you, stop, OH MY GOD, and other phrases.  None of which had any effect on Gunther.  Kendra’s panties were taken to her knees and she swallowed Kory’s cock.
	Kory’s ass began to flex, tighten.  He began to buck into his sister’s mouth.  His hands clenched the thick carpet he lay on and he was very close to cumming.  Gunther still could not get the Q&A to function.  Peeved he had the virgin teen straddle her brother and guide his cock into her cunny.
	Philip was tearing most of the skin off of his wrists.  The Pain Inducer sent the man into delirious fits.  Gunther had Kendra merely rub/grind her 14 yr old pussy against her brother’s cock until their father was back.  This took several minutes.  Pre-cum was soiling Kendra’s cunt, Kory was ejaculating in small amounts, holding back on his own not wanting to cum in his sister’s box.
	When Philip had settled, his mind cleared, Gunther spanked Kendra, zapped her with the stun gun, then had her take her brother’s schlong and put it in her pussy.
	She complied and the two fucked for several minutes.

	Philip’s mind was nearly gone at this point, barely functioning.  But there was more.  Much more.  Kassy was unstrapped from the floor, her hands secured behind her back she was straddled over her brother’s face.  The electrifying stun gun was placed to Kendra’s broken cunny, Kory understood--if he didn’t comply Kendra was going to get zapped.
	He didn’t want that to happen.  The “force” unknown that had been holding him at bay subsided and he gripped Kassy’s nine year old ass, his cock lazily flopped about, still squirting cum.  His tongue came to Kassy cunny and he licked her out.
	Kendra once more sucked on her father’s cock, her panties were used to clean her pussy.  August had a bunch of broken cunt cleaning rags and moist towelettes, Gunther had the girl clean herself good and then straddle her father’s lap.
	Kassy retched and hurled and carried on as she was at length turned about on her brother’s 12 yr old face; she had to go down and play with his soiled cock, she cleaned it and then had to suck it.
	Kendra’s cunny was filled with her father’s cock.  Philip tried hard, very hard, not to fuck.  But the feelings, the sensation of cock in pussy would not be denied.  The two submitted to their illicit incestuous union and fucked semi willing.
	Speaking of going out of their mind? Patti was.  Even more so when Gunther-the-Bastard-Tormentor could hold off no more.  He was absorbed with Kassy and to Kassy he came to, coming around to her ass.  Brother Kory still flicking his tongue into her young cunny.
	A bit of lube juice smeared onto his cock and a dab to Kassy’s asshole and Gunther began pressing his manhood into the girl’s virgin rim.

	                                               ****

	Kendra lay motionless.  Her mind was gone.  No one home.  Gunther suckled her breasts, fucked her pussy, peed in her pussy, then nipped her nipples.  She barely reacted at all.  He turned her over and brought her ass up, spanking it with his cock, then he fingered her hole.  His cock was virtually lifeless so all he could do was fool around.
	When he grew tired of her he turned his attention back to the little one, Kassy.  He was still absorbed with her.  She was sooooo pretty.  He kissed on her, fed her his soiled cock, fingered her and then while her delirious family watched, raped her.
	His cock was screaming, close to falling off.  Using the Gadget and Pain Inducer, and the Convincer (kicked up electrified stun gun) Kassy sucked on her father’s cock as well as straddled his lap.  His cock penetrated her asshole--this after several minutes of forced watching of Gunther Movies on the monitor.  Phil tried his damnedest to hold back the urge to get erect, but the videos were good--hardcore fucking of beautiful young teens, girls on girls, spankings, watersports, everything.
	He closed his eyes as his own aching cock entered into Kassy’s corn hole.  Gunther had Patti out on the floor, on her stomach, hands clenched tightly (and securely) behind her, looking up she saw her husband’s cock slamming up into their nine year old daughter’s asshole.
	Gunther spanked the woman’s ass, zapped it just because, then made her son Kory sodomize her.  Gunther spanked and zapped the boy, roughly fondled the lad’s nads, and when he began to cum brought Kendra up to suck him off.  She also had to lick clean her mother’s corn hole.
	Gunther was fucked out.  He was tired and the Gadget seemed warmed to the touch.  Time to end it.  There were ways, many ways.  He drove out to the foothills nearby, off-road, some fifty miles.  It was way after midnight when he came to the low sloping hills.  Fairly chilly out, too.  It took him until three in the morning to find the spot he was looking for.  By word of mouth in town he had heard about abandoned mines at the foothills.  On a map in one of the restaurants he located a few.
	The entrance to the mine was boarded up, carefully Gunther removed the boards, checked for snakes and scorpions, then explored the interior of the mine.  It went horizontally into the hills some 100 feet.  Then there was a downshaft.  Gunther brought the destroyed family in half way.
	He wasn’t quite through with them, his vengeance against moral families was enormous.  Using a tube of instant glue he had little Kassy mount her father, his cock was sucked on by Kendra to get him hard.  Once the cock was up into Kassy’s pussy, a goodly amount of super glue was used.  His balls were even glued to the girl’s ass.  There chests, too; with Phil‘s hands glued to his daughter‘s ass.
	Son Kory had his cock sucked and then his cock entered up into his mother’s ass.  Once fully seated he was glued in place, his balls to her taint, his chest to her backside, one hand to a breast.
	The other hand was glued to Kendra’s ass as she was put into forming a 69er with her mother.  Her furry snatch was glued to her mother’s face.  Kendra’s face was glued to her mother’s snatch, a hand to her brother’s ass with the other to her mother’s ass.
	Gunther peed on them then bade them “Goodnight!” and left them.

	Wow!  This guy has issues.  Welp, believe it or not, there’s more.  C’ya next chapter!!