August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 22
Insanequarium

	Suzie DID have a problem with the basement/cellar, it was spooky, HAUNTED--so she claimed.  There were a variety of noises that came from the dark and there was no way she was venturing down.
	The water heater was the noise maker.  The timbers and foundation also helped in adding to her fears.  It would add t the fears of another, too.  There were two entrances to the dank dungeon.  From within the house and from a cellar door.  The cellar door was used to hustle Crystal Branson down to her knew home.  Rope was used in place of her clothes to secure her and lash her to a stout sturdy support timber.  She was out of her mind with terror, horror, and inflicted pains.
	Once she was settled in, the three abductors took a breather.
	They had done it.  They couldn’t believe it, but they had done it.
	Now there was the business of “Now what?”
	“Now what?” consisted of refurbishing the basement al la dungeon.
	Flooring, walls, lighting, plumbing, etc.
	It kept the family busy, Chris and Harold taking shifts to watch over the new addition, among other things.  Carl was still in a funk about the situation.  Out and out rape was one thing, kidnapping and then incarceration was something else, big time something else stuff.  He had to wrestle with himself and ultimate convinced himself that the captive wouldn’t be held for long, she would be returned to society.  Her tumultuous ordeal would certainly screw up her young mind enough so as she wouldn’t be able to make a worthy identification of her captors.
	This only prompted her “captors” to change/alter their appearance, hair color, style, and adorn themselves with some appliqué tattoos, scars, and skin tone conditioner.  Near always the three ambled into the dungeon naked.  Crystal was fed, watered, and tethered to the center support post.  She had a little walking room, but not enough to get her anywhere to cause a problem.  She was threatened that if she DID cause a problem, even an attempt, she would be severely punished.  And to prove the point, Carl spanked her--hard.
	For a week she was sexually sexed.  There were some spankings, but not too harsh.  She was covered/coated in cum and pee.  She semi willingly serviced the boys, their dad, when they wished.  Her cunny was shaven and she entered into outlandish exploits of disgusting sexualizations she never thought of.
	A week after her incarceration the boys and Carl were once more prowling the outer area of the family ranch, another generator well had gone bust and needed fixing.  Most of the morning was spent bringing the old generator back to life.
	It was good to get out and work, their peckers needed the time off.
	Back at the ranch--Suzie was nailed on a semi-regular basis.  So was her little friend, Shelly.  Finally, with some time to themselves, Chris and Harold boogied back to town.  Carl minded the dungeon.  The news of the “missing” Crystal was news, so was the news of the two bandits some time back.  One had had a shootout with law enforcement officials in a nearby town, the other had escaped jail and was “at large.”
	The money bag Chris still had hidden, he still needed a way to give it to his dad without too much fuss about it.  But his dad was soooooo suspicious, curious and mindful about the Flash Pen.
	In town the boys made for the malt shoppe right off.
	Being the middle of the week there was a dip in customers until the evening type time.  Chris flashed the soda clerk, Amber Corbella, a delicious treat herself she was; Italian with red hair!  She was oh so friendly, outgoing, delightful and pleasing to the eye.  She was seventeen and came to the junior high school for tutoring those who needed tutoring.
	Chris undone her black knit slacks while Harold watched and made security checks.  Chris was being bold, and semi aware that this was once more again another facet to his “dream.”  With her slacks down, his heart beating furiously in his chest, he bent the hapless zombiefied girl over and rolled her panties to her knees.
	“Son-of-a-bitch,” commented Harold, “she’d be good for our dungeon!”
	Chris smiled and agreed, as he eased in his cock to the girl’s super tight glory hole.  He humped, slapped, spanked, and fucked until he filled her anal tract with his love cream.  He then backed up and flung his splooge into the ice cream buckets of the freezer.  He laughed and smiled and flogged his dog for a few moments, rubbing his ass and thinking how crazy he could go.
	Harold came around into the private area and put Amber on the rubberized floor, rolled her panties all the way down and fucked her.  She was a pussy virgin, but oh well.
	From her the boys wandered to Brandy’s.
	And success!
	At last!
	She was doing backyard work.  Secretly as possible the boys made contact with her.  She gathered some yard work and made for the alley to dump it into the dumpster.  She greeted the boys friendly enough, the boys smiled and showed her some pictures.
	She was no longer very friendly.
	She was angered and pissed and shocked and alarmed.
	“Hey, chill,” cooed Harold, “we’re not gonna DO anything with them, we’re buds, right?”
	But still, Brandy wasn’t amused.  She felt as if it were a violation (of privacy.)
	“Uhm, why don’t you come out to the pond,” said Harold; he had heard the sound of a car pulling in, Brandy’s step-father--whom she despised greatly.  “And bring yer sister!” he added.
	Brandy was still miffed, but nodded her head.  She didn’t appreciate the picture taking, it was a breech of security.

	The following day she made her appearance.
	Little Karen was with her.  Already Chris and Harold were skinny dipping.  Little Karen was a little hesitant about jumping in with the nude boys, they were sort of strangers and not like Logan whom she liked.  Brandy was hesitant, too.  This was sort of to a certain extent getting out of hand and further breeching security protocol.
	Harold flopped out onto his back, doing a backstroke and exposing his wares.  Karen and Brandy got an eyeful.   Chris just upturned and dove to the bottom of the pristine secluded pond. (not the quarry site)  
	“You coming in or just gonna stand there?” Harold bitched.
	Brandy slowly pulled off her top and then the rest of her clothes.  She helped her step sister and they glided into the water for a bit of frolic.  Chris and Harold were cool about their actions.
	After a time the boys slithered up onto the small sandy bank and laid out on their backs to bask in the noonday sun.  Brandy and Karen exited the pond, too.  Brandy sat up, looking around.  Karen laid out on her stomach.  Chris sat up and admired her ass.  She was so cute, so young, too.  Nice body for a six year old.
	He thought back to the day she was getting scrogged by Logan and Jackie.  He had pictures of it, but it was nothing like being in person.  His cock surged to life, he looked to Brandy.  
	Brandy had a nice set of teenage tits; soft, supple, perfectly shaped for her age and size.  She lightly fingered herself, still looking around as she was unfamiliar with the area and fearful of being sneaked up on.
	Soon Chris just boldly stood up with a raging boner and stepped up rather close to Brandy, waggling his schlong.  Karen was looking the other way.  Brandy looked once more around the area, fingered intensely her 13 yr old poon and opened her mouth, gobbling on Chris’ bone.

	Just as Chris began to succumb to the blow, little Karen turned about, still laying out on the warm sun.  She watched the “blowjob” in progress and then sat up.  She remained quiet but her cute little face was all enlightened.
	Chris exploded into Brandy’s hot mouth, she furiously fingered herself; nearby Harold humped his cock, opening his legs to expose himself fully to Karen.
	Brandy swallowed the spunk matter in her mouth, rubbed the fuck pole all over her face and continued jerking it off to get the last little bit of cum juice splashed onto her breasts.  She nuzzled on Chris’ balls and continued to entice him.  His mind all a whir and a blur, but he knew his dad would love to fuck her!
	Timidly little Karen kissed on Harold’s throbbing dong.  She was a giggle worm, he caressed her and was gentle.  In his mind he wanted to see her tied up and being spanked, peed on, and fucked.  If not Karen, at least, then, some other bitch.
	Chris had turned about, his cock needed a week’s worth of vacation, it couldn’t take the over workings.  He bent over and Brandy gave him a rim job!  She watched, too, her little sis sucking Harold’s cock.  Karen wasn’t her biological sister, but still--just a little kid.
	But she let it be as she had let Logan and Jackie have their way with her, as well.
	“Wanna come back to our house?” Chris asked sheepishly.
	Brandy paused and pulled in her lip thinking it over.
	“My dad will drive you, us, back to town, close to your house.”
	That helped, Brandy didn’t relish the notion of walking all that way back home from out in the boonies.  Part of the way they walked naked, Harold wanted to visit the quarry, to see if the dead horse was still there and if there were any “other” riders foolishly riding the back country.
	But time was against them, it was still a good walk to the house, the girls were tired and the draw of fresh lemonade and some treats lured them.  Harold wondered how they would do in the “dungeon.”  Chris didn’t, not Brandy.
	Along the way they talked.  Harold carried Karen on his shoulders, naked.  Chris and Brandy walked almost shoulder to shoulder, discussing the return to school, teachers, homework, school schedule, and other students.  It was learned that Brandy had some enemies; some upper classmen (8th graders) who were bitches.  She didn’t like them and they didn’t like her and they were always butting heads when trying to run the baby sitting jobs in the small town of just over 5,000.
	“Wouldn’t it be neat if they could be placed in a dungeon or something?” scoffed Chris off handedly.
	Brandy agreed.  “Yeah, but that aint likely to happen.”
	Chris rolled his eyes.  How would she feel about knowing about the dungeon?  What about Crystal, the first captive, could she handle that?  Chris began formulating a plan.  Brandy didn’t have much room to pitch a bitch, he had the goods on her so she was in a spot.  
	Brandy mentioned the pictures, too.  Chris tried to reassure her that the pictures would be kept safe and only used for masturbatory purposes.  She raised an eyebrow about that, it was kind of repulsive.  She still worried, worried about the pictures being seen by someone else and the simple fact of the matter of the pictures being secretly taken in the first place!
	At the Mitchell home the sweaty group took showers and remained nude, killing off a couple glasses of lemonade and devouring some apple pie.  Thereafter the gang moved into the boys’ bedroom.  Chris slipped away to check on the “captive”.
	She was alright.  She was distressed.  Chris did feel for her and hoped that his dad would indeed eventually let her go.  It was understood that when she WAS returned to society that she was to be “replaced.”
	Chris returned to find Harold butt humping Karen while Brandy masturbated beside them on the bed.  That was cool.  He stepped up and caressed his friend’s ass, looked down between the legs to watch the penetration taking place.  He clamored onto the bed, settling before the six year, flopping his engorged prick before her.  
	Greedily the girl giggled and stroked the cock.  Brandy caressed her sister, Harold, too.  She helped Karen grip the stick and guided it into the child’s mouth.  Chris sank himself fully, running his hands thru the golden hair and reeling in the dirty despicable deed.  Harold continued humping from behind, pulling out and straining, rubbing against the child’s pussy and then stuffing her corn hole again.

	His thoughts were muddled, confused, tormented (inasmuch as was his cock).  But sliding in (and out of) Brandy’s pleasing cunt was a  riotous endeavor. He felt the surge of cum squirting thru his shaft, he tensed and tightened up as he strained, he felt his asshole clench shut.
	Occupying the “other” hole, Harold, humped and felt the same sensations likewise.  Brandy’s feelings were not openly known, but she shuddered and enjoyed a massive orgasm herself as she was doubly penetrated.
	It was how they were found by Chris’ dad.
	Brandy somewhat freaked out.  Chris wasn’t sure how the situation would be, little naked cum drenched Karen clung to the pillows at Brandy’s head unsure herself.
	Harold pumped his fill and finally managed to cum off and pull out, slapping his salami against the cool sweaty ass cheeks of Brandy.  He went right to noshing on Karen’s cunt, rolling her onto her backside, opening her legs and devouring her cunny.
	Chris sheepishly introduced Brandy and Karen, as friends.
	Carl nodded, gouged himself and Chris shrugged, “Y-you can join us, if you want.”
	Carl stood watching, Harold not even looking, he massaged his squirting cock and continued noshing on the hairless poon before him. Chris’ cock laid against the creamy skin of Brandy--it had done it’s all and would do no more--for at least a day or so.
	It was a lot of cum.  A gusher load.  Brandy herself added to the mix of cum juices, she shuddered and reeled as she lay on the bed, she was out of control of herself, on fire.  Carl sat in a swath of sweat, a little bit of cum spilling forth from his cock.  A generous load he had spilled inside Brandy’s teenage cunt.  The ride the girl got was intense, her eyes had fluttered and she had wrapped her arms and legs about the man in a furious fuck spree that had lasted as many as seven to eight minutes.
	She was exhausted.  She lay still for a while, Chris wiping her down with a wet wash rag, cooling her down some.  He had done likewise to himself.  Harold had “disappeared” but Chris knew where he was.  Carl ambled into the shower and brought Karen with him.
	When Chris refreshened the wash rag he noted his dad in the mouth of the little tyke; then, with his cock sufficiently strengthened and lubed up with soap, he probed the child’s anus and buggered her.  HIS eyes fluttered, he desired her, he desired any girl of any age.
	Brandy and Karen were “friends”, though, so was Shelly.  So “other” prospects would have to be acquired.  And Carl was seemingly cool with that.  Some “prospects” were pointed out to him as Brandy and Karen had been taken home.  
	Chris didn’t know if he would see Brandy again, he figured he would or wouldn’t.  She was still irked about the pictures and knew that she had been coerced into going to the Mitchell home.  She had qualms about Karen being sexed up, but…
	Carl Mitchell’s cock was something not to give up.
	On the way back, the Mitchell family checked out other “possibles.”
	There were quite a few.
	Chris had a feeling those possibles his dad would like and/or enjoy.  He concentrated on picking them out, then checking for security issues.  There more than a “few” to consider, possibles and security issues both.  Carl didn’t want to stay away from the house too long, for a security fear there.

Madness, Sheer Madness
	Beyond belief it was.  Beyond the scope of his imagination.  While traveling past the supermarket, another facet of his dreams, there was sighted a small family.  Ms. Fletcher, she taught at the junior high of Chris and Harold’s, music appreciation, drama, choir director assistant, and tutored those in need in the areas of Math and English.  She was friendly, sweet and oh so fuckable.
	Carl had stopped the truck at a 4-way, then motioned for another car whose turn it wasn’t to go on.  Then he slowly moved the truck to the side and paused, noting Chris and Harold staring.
	Ms. Fletcher BENT OVER, picking up some dropped/spilled grocery articles.  With her she had three young children, the oldest being ten, the youngest being five.  Ms. Fletcher had super tight jeans, a very trim body, long flowing hair, she always spoke well, laughed joyously, and smelled wondrously of flowers.
	Chris had thought he had heard her fart once, but couldn’t be sure.  It was either her or that cunt Belinda Millie, a stuck up cunt-bitch Chris couldn’t stand.  She was also on Brandy’s list of bitches she would like to see “tied up and being spanked.”
	Chris kept it in mind (Belinda), presently, his mind was thoroughly occupied with Beverly Fletcher.
	“We can do her.” said Harold.
	Carl looked to him.
	Chris gulped and nodded that it was so.
	Carl gulped and stared at the woman fussing with groceries and kids.
	“What do we do?” he asked.
	Chris and Harold smiled and exited the truck.

	Being a small town (of 5,000) and in the country setting, security cameras on buildings were practically non-existent.  As they were for the Farmer’s Market store.  
	“Can I help you, M’am?” Chris said friendly-like.  Harold was the only one who knew Ms. Fletcher, he sneaked up from the opposite side as the Mitchell truck eased into the parking space adjacent.
	The haggard woman looked up--and saw a friendly face and then a brilliant flash of light.  The boys then moved quickly “flashing” the woman’s family, little Joel the five year old wasn’t affected.  No matter, he was crammed into the Mitchell truck and off they went.

	Both Chris and his dad sighed deeply.  It was unbelievable.  Had they actually gotten away with it?  Snatching Crystal was one thing, there was surely no one out in the outland to see.  But a family, right out from a super market center parking lot?
	The little boy was a little frightened and wailed some, he was stuffed down into the passenger side floorboard along with his sisters.  The woman was sprawled out across the laps of the three abductors.  No one said a word, Carl drove with his mind in a blur, Chris stared out the dingy windshield, they were stepping way out over the line.  Harold caressed the woman’s body, his cock out of his pants and in the woman’s mouth, forcing her to suck him.
	They didn’t go home.  Instead they took an old off-road and boogied out towards the quarry site (again).  The kiddies were tied up (for their safety and security.)  the woman was blindfolded and then “unlashed”.  Her clothes were ripped from her hogtied body and she knew she was in deep shit.
	When she got out of hand and thrashed about so she was held into position and spanked.  Hard.  She was position laying out on the vinyl bench seat of the truck, her knees on the running board.  Carl seemed to take some pleasure in applying his belt to her ass.  He soon was enthralled enough to prod her virginal asshole.  Chris sat before the woman, making her suck his cock.
	Outside the truck Harold undressed the kids.

	The madness continued with the young mother of three seeing a well tanned teenaged boy squatting onto her face.  His funky musty testicles embedded into her mouth while a man the boy addressed as “dad” sodomized him.
	“Fuck my ass, dad.” came the command.  Chris squatted on the tormented woman as she thrashed madly on the ground.  Both he and Harold held the woman, smacking her tender thighs, tweaking her nipples, and smacking her pussy.  She was indeed in DEEP shit.
	Ball washing was not her forte.  But whispered in her ear--’You don’t fucking do what yer fucking told--we’ll start on the kiddies!’
	She was allowed her frantic freak out but then had to suck on the teen boy’s balls and watch so up close and personal as a man cock went slamming up into the boy’s asshole.
	Her torment was only beginning.  She was strongly coerced into licking the boy’s fresh fucked asshole and then she herself endured the indignity of being raped multiple times, repeatedly.
	Roughly she was sexually assaulted, spanked, sodomized, and showered with pee.  She was tied to a nearby straggly tree, Harold stood before her holding her girls’ clothes, he took their little panties and wrapped them about his cock.  He smiled and leered then turned to enjoy the woman’s girls.
	Nothing too serious with them, Jessica ten and Mindy seven.  Carl didn’t do much but watched as boys Chris and Harold fondled, patted, fingered, then held one down at a time for some serious grinding and humping.
	Young Jessica was held firmly by Carl’s daddy hands and force fed Chris aching funky cock.  He couldn’t cum, he tried, too.  He slapped the child’s face with his cock then enjoyed tongue lashing her cunny.  Carl’s own bone languished up side the girl’s head until finely Harold positioned the anguished child into cock sucking position on her hands and knees while he himself took diligent care at anal probing with his own cock.
	Chris still had qualms about messing with kids, kids like Jessica and Mindy, Karen, too.  Too young, just too young.  But there was some delight in the foul-hellish deed.  The girls were way cute, way cute.  That helped entice Chris to lick the naked hairless cunny of Mindy, probe her with his tongue and finger and then lay his severely aching schlong against her wriggling body and hump his fill.
	Harold had made anal entry into Jessica.  Daddy Carl had filled the child’s mouth with his jiz, splashed some onto her pretty face and then was done.  Harold wasn’t.  He held the girl up against his body, his cock between her legs, his back into him.  He fingered the girl’s pussy.
	Carl thought he was done.
	He moved up and rubbed his cock against the child’s legs and then her cunny.  Harold pulled the girl’s legs up and Daddy Carl pressed himself into her cunny and at length entered.

	He was far too young to do much with, but little five year old Joel was sucked on, spanked, fondled and forced to nosh on his sisters.  He was a typical lad with mild curiosities about the fairer sex, but being five and having two sister siblings--he already got his fare share of seeing what they looked like naked.
	But he had never touched their most private place, not until strongly encouraged and coerced (as well as shown how.)  He licked on both his sisters and then laid on them for a hump fest.  His little noodle wasn’t much of a threat of penetrating their already broken-in cunnies, but close counts.
	He was at length straddled onto his mother and SHE was forced to suck him, his tezzies and noodle and then with him turned about, laying down on her his wares fully engulfed into her mouth, Beverly Fletcher watched as firstly her son was spanked and then sodomized.
	Beverly, too, had to endure as daughters Jessica and Mindy straddled her face, they then were spanked and subsequently butt boned.  It was an incredible madness.  Sheer madness.  Chris watched as his dad tormented himself about his sexual involvement with the young girls.  He scarcely made full penetrations, just into their sweet little mouths.  He humped on their chests and skin, pressed the head of his dick into their private holes, but not much more than that.
	Harold, Harold the Tactless made full vaginal and anal penetrations.
	Chris did so, too.
	The woman had passed out.  The kids were out due to sheer exhaustion.  Evening was coming on, the family (Mitchell) had to hustle back home to encounter Suzie who would be home soon and to check on the dungeon captive.

	Out into the wilds of Calamute county were several nifty remote areas, campgrounds improved and rustic.  Improved meant with picnic tables and barbeques.  Rustic meant a fire pit and that was it.  The Mitchell truck lumbered about old-old back roads; it was hot, dry, and the air a buzz with insects.  The Fletcher family was taken to an improved campground site and left there, the mother tied a picnic table, the children free.  All minus their clothes.
	Beverly Fletcher mumbled incoherently and was thusly deemed never to be quite the same again.  *(She and her family were found the following day by a roving ranger and rescued.)  Ms. Fletcher did not return to Carterville Middle School, she was never seen again in the township and could not identify/remember much of her ordeal.  Nor could her children.
	Chris and his dad had qualms about the Fletcher ordeal, Harold didn’t.  they went on to newer adventures…

Tsk Tsk Tsk
	Couldn’t Leave Well Enough Alone
	Time was short, the day hot; the Mitchells continued their trek on the dirt road out and around a great expanse of backcountry, circling back towards Vale Country and the Mitchell home.  They skirted the Uhmma-luma land and went cross country to make a few short cuts.
	Which only proved fatal to the left front tire.
	Right out in the open, in the sweltering heat, everything to be touched scorching hot.  The family was already scorching themselves.  Chris noted that Silver Creek wasn’t too far, half a mile, into the lone grove of woods.
	Half a mile was a pain in the ass, it seemed further than believed.
	 The boys made the trek al la natural.  Carl in his pants and shoes.
	At the creek they skinny dipped and relaxed.  Chris contemplated scooting to the house to encounter sibling Suzie, these were tumultuous times and a kid shouldn’t be home alone under any circumstances.  Suzie could take care of her self, but there were issues and she could be overwhelmed.
	And she just might get nosey enough to hear someone screaming from down below in the basement and she might just get nosey enough to check it out--and subsequently freak out about it.
	That wouldn’t be good.
	How would she handle it?  Could she handle it?
	These things Chris and his dad did not know.

                                                       ****

	Changing the tire was gonna take awhile, especially since the spare was flat, too.  The family began hoofing it back to home.  There was the agri-three wheeler that could be used to bring out a new (used) tire and get the family truck home.
	They came into familiar territory; the remains of a horse was the first clue.  The outcropping of the quarry came and the boys quickened their pace as they decreed themselves a dip in the refreshing waters.
	It helped, the boys’ schlongs needed the refreshment.
	They walked home nakedly thereafter arriving just before dusk.
	Suzie was already there.  So was Brandy and little sister Karen.

	Brandy wasn’t 100% herself, she wasn’t as chipper as she usually was.  Little sibling Karen was.  She and Suzie darted outside to play and then into the house into Suzie’s bedroom to play, and then back out, and back in…
	Carl and Harold got a tire for the truck and loaded it onto the 3-wheeler then struck off.  Chris and Brandy stayed behind--to talk.  Brandy wasn’t so much in the talkative mood, though.  She watched her little sister and Suzie, drank her tea and was quiet.
	Chris didn’t force the issue, he wanted to fuck her, or to at least see her naked, maybe wriggling on his face, his cock.  He’d settle for a narly time with Karen, too.  He wasn’t picky, just horny.  (despite what his cock thought about it.)
	But he played it cool and didn’t spoil the mood.  He would let Brandy make the first move, sexual or talkative.  
	“You’re dad seems pretty cool.” she finally mentioned.
	“Yeah, I-I guess.” where was she going with this?
	Brandy pursed her lips and sipped her tea from a huge Mason jar.  She popped her neck and was in deep thought.  Wisps of hair fell onto her forehead, her green eyes sparkled and stared out into the dirt yard.  
	“S-something happen--with you’re dad?” Chris asked sheepishly, he knew that the new daddy was not well liked by Brandy.  Again she pursed her lips and stared out.
	She said nothing but nodded.  “I hate him.” she finally let go.
	Suzie and Karen raced back into the house breaking the sullen mood and silence.
	“You can stay here, if-if you want.” Chris offered, thinking that it was what Brandy wanted to ask in the first place.  She nodded that it was so.
	‘Cool!’ Chris said to himself.  “A-and you’re sister, too?” though Karen wasn’t biologically connected and Brandy didn’t often treat the little sib quite right, they had become “buds” of late.
	Brandy nodded again.
	Now there was the business of how SHE would feel about “captives” in captivity.  Did she know Cystal Branson?  One way to find out.
	“Do you a girl Crystal Branson?”
	Brandy made a shock expression, rolled her eyes a bit, contorted her face, then made a displeasing face of concern, “Yeah, why do you ask?”
	“What do you think of her?”
	For a moment she didn’t reply, then offhandedly, “She’s a bitch.”
	Which surprised Chris, he didn’t think of her that way.
	“Really?  Why?”
	“Why do you want to know?”
	“N-no reason, I-I sort of know her, sort of, an-and I-I was just wondering what kind of person she is.  That‘s all.”
	“She’s a bitch.” re-stated Brandy.
	Wow.  Hmmmm  Chris wrinkled his nose, sipped his tea and felt his balls swelling.  Brandy was already in a foul mood, how would she feel about knowing of Crystal in the basement?
	“Soooooo, hmmmm.”
	“What?” Brandy asked getting a little peeved.
	“You said, Belinda Millie, LeeAnn McDuff, Lori Gregory, girls you couldn’t stand, either, right?”
	“Yes.” Brandy said, “And?” getting a little more peeved.
	“I-I was just wondering, that’s all.  I-I know those girls, too, and was just curious about them.”
	“You’d like to fuck them, huh?” she said a little pissed.
	“Well, maybe.  Harold wants to see them tied up, naked, being spanked, peed on--”
	“Me too!” Brandy said angrily.
	“Really?”
	Brandy looked at him--like he had a hearing problem.

Truth of the Matter Is…
	Daphne, Rachel, Ralynn, Hanna, and especially Denise was on Brandy’s “Shit List.”  Chris got the impression that Brandy didn’t get along well with others.  There was some sort of rivalry among the group.  The older girls on the “List” had tried taking the babysitting market from Brandy and her colleagues, but Brandy and her colleagues had managed to pull the wool and make some fast moves and got the babysitting jobs instead of the others.
	In turn, the older girls and the 8th grade girls sought revenge, causing Brandy and her friends grief and getting them into all sorts of troubles at their school and with their parents.  Brandy didn’t elaborate but she was very vengeful.
	So, the prospect of seeing any one of the thirteen girls in a dire manner of being humiliated, tied up, spanked, pissed on, and forced into depraved situations suited Brandy just fine.
	“Crystal kinda pissed me off, too.” Chris said at length.  He didn’t elaborate (’cause he didn’t have anything to elaborate on) but, he licked his lips and continued.  “Kinda did it on a whim.”
	“Did what?”
	Chris knew he was treading on dangerous ground.  The Flash Pen was in handy in its leather pouch.  If it didn’t go right he could zap her, she was pissed at her step-dad anyways and was in a sense running away.  She didn’t say how long she wanted to stay, just long enough to make it hard on him and for her mother to be pissed off at her new hubby and not Brandy.
	Anyways, Chris took her hand and led her to the Dungeon.
	Crystal Branson.  Entering into her 2nd week of captivity.  She was a little--no, a LOT out of her mind.  She had settled down quite a lot, finally succumbing to the horror of her predicament, realizing that it WAS futile to resist.  She was beaten. 
	“Oh my god!” whispered harshly Brandy as she stepped down on the last step of the stairs.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” she drawled.  Then, “How’d you do it?”
	Chris shrugged, details-details.
	“Does you dad know?”
	Chris bowed his head and looked sheepishly about.
	“Oh my God!  He helped!?”
	“She’s a bitch, like you said,” Chris said, but didn’t really no the former horsey rider, but went along with Brandy’s analogy just the same.  
	“She got on my case and it was time to take her out.”
	Brandy looked at the hapless captive, tethered at the neck by a cable to the center post of the dim lit “dungeon.”
	“What are you going to do with her?”
	Chris scoffed, are you kidding?  He smiled, shucked his clothes and strolled over to the wigged out teenager.  She immediately grabbed his dong, worked it, then began sucking it.  She was trained.

	Chris heard the truck and the three-wheeler return.  He became mindful of Suzie and Karen, where were they?  He was tired and weak, it was late, and he was possibly in trouble.  Carefully he slipped up the stairs to check on the younger ones.  
	They were playing quietly in Suzie’s room, in their underwear, playing house-dolls.  Chris met his dad coming into the kitchen door.  He was dirty.
	“Problems?” Chris scoffed.
	“Just a stubborn tire.” he reported.  He made for the bathroom, stripping off his clothes.  “Your friend still here?” he asked.
	Harold came in and Chris nodded, “Yeah, she is.” then, “In the basement.”
	His dad shot him a (security) look.
	Harold grinned, “Well alright!” not knowing the full story, but not caring either.  Harold the Tactless.
	Chris nodded his head for the two to come see.
	In the basement Brandy raised her ass up just a bit, she clenched and then a steady stream of urine began to spill from her gash and splash onto the face of Crystal Branson. 
	After the “splashdown” Brandy wriggled her ass onto the girl’s wet face, “Eat me, bitch!” she fingered the girl’s pussy, smacking it and forcefully pressing her body (cunt) down onto the girl’s face.
	Chris fell enamored with Brandy’s bum hole, it beckoned him and he went to it, resting his balls on Crystal’s forehead, then into her mouth as his cockmeat slid near effortlessly into Brandy’s poop chute.  Harold stripped down and joined in, sliding his prick into Crystal’s pussy and then into Brandy’s mouth.
	Daddy Carl showered in the available shower he had installed, then as son Chris finished up in Brandy’s hole, he took over.  He slid into Brandy’s muffin, too.  Chris showered then slipped up the stairs to check on the younger set.

Oopsy!
	These Things Happen
	Chris eased back down the stairs a couple hours after “playing” with Suzie and Karen.  His cock ached more than it had ever ached before.  He had managed to cum into Karen’s tight shit hole as well as unload into his own sister’s pooper.  He had loved on each girl and got them to masturbate using their dollies.  He coaxed them into noshing on one another, then pussy pound one another and then pee on him.
	He showered, a cold shower first, then a hot shower, then a cold shower--anything to try and revitalize his sore aching cock.  When done he grabbed a sandwich and drank the rest of the tea.  It was getting dark, he wondered what had happened between Brandy and her step-father.  She was pissed at him and had taken desperate measures to get away.  If he had tried to be nasty with her--what was the big deal, she was nasty already.  So it had to be something else.  Was there anything worse than being sexually seduced/assaulted by a step-father?
	In the Dungeon Chris and Harold double teamed Brandy.  Crystal lay dazed with cum stains, piss stains, and shit stains smeared and drying on her naked teenage body.  Chris had missed it, but he was okay with it.
	Carl took another shower, this time with Brandy.  The shower was an open air shower, having a small tile floor with drain, a backsplash, and a spigot.  There was a toilet nearby, too.  Some cots for beds and not much else.
	Harold lay on his back, exhausted.
	Chris sized up Crystal, he was growing tired of her.  He had fucked her three holes several times, peed on her, made her lick his asshole, spanked her, everything.  What else was there?  It was time for a new girl.
	After their shower Brandy and Carl sat on one of the cots, Carl leaning back to rest his shoulders against the stone wall.  Brandy leaning forward, contemplating her actions.
	Harold was up, fondling his aching bone and walking about, he took a quick shower then sat on the toilet to … uhm, unload.  Chris could see it in the boy’s eyes, the desire to go immediately over to the hapless teen girl and wipe his dirty ass on her face.
	He didn’t though, he roamed the interior of the “dungeon” then disappeared into the gloomy darkness of the actual basement area.  He was heard being like a big rat rummaging thru stuff.  
	“Be careful,” cautioned/warned Carl, “there’s rat traps set out!”
	And right on cue, “SNAP!”
	Harold’s big toe was the victim.  He cussed a blue streak.  Carl got the trap off and Harold jumped around bitching and yelling.  When he had settled down he asked Carl, “What is this?”
	The object in question was a portable-very portable, generator.
	It was an army surplus piece of crap.
	“Does it work?”
	“If you crank it long enough.” commented Carl.
	The generator held a “charge” if cranked several hundred times, the charge was held in stasis and then let go via the flip of a switch.  The stored energy zoomed through the wire connections to the opposite end of whatever the wires were connected too: usually a radio or some sort of equipment needing a jolt of quick power.
	Harold had another idea.

	To say the least Crystal was not amused.
	Her young body gyrated and twisted about madly, she bucked and went wild as a couple thousand volts of electricity screamed through her body.  Her nipples stood out, she drooled, she sputtered, and totally freaked out.
	Brandy seemed to want to touch the girl.  Carl said it was alright, the electricity surging through Crystal’s body was only enough for her, it wouldn’t be enough to come out and zap anyone else.
	Brandy felt a tingling of electricity as she settled onto Crystal’s face, she wriggled her asshole down onto the girl…
	And farted.
	A big nasty almost-passing-a-turd fart.
	She then sat up and bounced on the girl.
	Harold was enthused and mounted the girl, fucking her while sucking on Brandy’s titties.  Chris sank his cock into Brandy’s funk hole and Crystal went kinda limp.

	Broward Country hosted as many as five towns and one city.  The towns all had populations in the low teens, the one city had a population of just under 50,000 and had an interstate running thru the middle of it.  The Mitchell family truck rumbled thru along the interstate and hit the back roads around the populous city, narrowly avoiding the roving patrol of Nation Guard.  Behind a bus depot Crystal Branson was “released.”
	She was thoroughly fucked up and mindless.
	Chris felt badly for his actions.  Though he had enjoyed it, he had remorse.  He had stayed at home with Brandy and the wee ones, Harold had accompanied Carl on the romp to “release” the captive.
	Belinda Millie-14; LeeAnn McDuff-14; Lori Gregory-14; Crystal Branson-15; Leann Joy-15; Tami Dewes-15; Julie Weeber-16; Cynthia Reece-16 Heather Gains, Holly Binkman, Grace Tilly, and Jolene Utell made up the tentative “list” for potential captives.
	In his mind Chris was adding Patti J and Ms. Pepper and Ms. Evelynn Beaver, too.  Brandy went over the list and in her mind she was adding some extras herself.  She kept them to herself.  Chris wondered if he should introduce her to Mr. Thomas, the guy of whom he had gotten the Flash Pen from.
	Suzie and Karen had gone to bed, naked.  How long Chris’ dad and Harold would be gone he wasn’t sure, he worried, too, that they would be stopped by the National Guard--there was a sort of curfew in progress throughout the lands, but only for teenagers but any vehicle was subjected to a stop and possible search.  But there had to be (supposed to be) a plausible reason for the stop/search.
	So Chris and Brandy sat up until near midnight until the Mitchell family truck rolled back in.  (no extra passengers, either.)  Chris and Brandy remained sitting up on the back porch watching the twinkling stars.  Brandy went back into “quiet” mode, deep thinking.
New Neighbors 
		
	Down the road aways (or Up the road, depending upon where you be standing at the time) was a house up fer sale.  Was.  It wasn’t a big house, a simple abode with fireplace, porches fore & aft, open front yard, wooden fenced in backyard, detached garage, and several fruit trees, mostly mulberry trees.
	It had been for sale for quite a spell.  There were a few houses down the lane, a two-story job was up for sale, too.  But we’re only interested in the first house.
	The humble abode was noted as being “sold.”  It was a month, though, before any signs of life appeared.  Naturally Chris and Harold were there for the unveiling.  Just being neighborly.
	A large pudgy woman was seen, she seemed fastidious and busy-body (and in the way) as the movers unloaded the moving van.  A tall well dressed man there came to be followed by a ten year old boy.  Both males had reddish hair.
	It didn’t seem as though the woman was the “wife.”  she was more like a nanny, or an aunt or grandmother, or something.  The tall man was mid to late 30s.  The woman was--older.  Sixties it was so determined.  No dogs or cats.  A lot of furniture, though.
	According to the new name on the mailbox, they were the Taylors.
	Chris and Harold made it their pursuit to be nosey.  It was something to do.  For Chris he had a strange desire for the Taylor boy.  He wanted to see the boy naked, bent over, masturbating, peeing.  He wanted to hump on the boy and have the boy blow him and love on him.  
	It was this strange desire that kept Chris vigil on the Taylor household.  It wasn’t far down the road, half a mile.  Being no girl involved Harold wasn’t all that enthused and sometimes opted out, to stay at the ranch, do some chores, fuck Brandy-Karen-Suzie, do some chores, fuck Brandy-Karen-Suzie, do some chores…
	Chris’ snooping brought him to learn that the Taylors were from the nearby City.  It had gotten too hectic, too big, too militaristic.  The mister of the family was Mr. Randy Taylor and his son Justin.
	The woman of the house was an aunt, referred to by both the mister and son as Aunt Bea.  She was a cheerful woman, baked lots of goodies.  Chris sampled some, helping himself to a whole pie as it cooled on a window sill.
	Chris DID get to see Justin naked, in his room.  He WAS nice looking, but he had very little to show, but that was atypical for a lad his age.  Chris still marveled at him, a nice pecker, virtually hairless balls, a nice little ass.  Chris was in agony as he peered thru the window and then a knothole into the boy’s room.
	At times Justin wandered about his room in the nude, sometimes just in his underwear.  He left the room naked or in his undies and was gone for sometime.  The window and knothole were the only safe viewing for Chris, he dared not chance it anywhere’s else; ‘cept for the kitchen area.
	Sometimes Justin flopped on his bed and flopped his dog.  He checked himself in the mirror, he lay on the bed in hump mode and then would look back to the mirror to see how he was doing!
	He spanked himself, too.
	He tried finger fucking his asshole and sometimes used “objects”; his bed had “posts” to it and he tried guiding those posts into his anus.  He didn’t like it much and preferred hot dog weenies.  He tried a banana and a carrot and didn’t care for those, either; he settled for small zucchini and cucumbers.
	Chris was enamored with the little boy.  An introduction just HAD to be made.  Just has to be.
	But Chris wasn’t the only one “enamored.”  So was little Martha Woolery.  She was knew to the area, too.  She lived in a house a quarter of a mile away, in from the big city herself, but living with an aunt while her parents continued to live in the City.
	She was a flat chested gal, wore dresses mainly but wasn’t opposed to pants, jeans, slacks or shorts.  She was being raised rather dignified.  Country life would change that.
	She had appeasing looks, long flowing dark hair all in curls, she stood up straight, sat up straight, talked straight.  She was Justin’s age, had a fantastic smile about her, kind of reserved but part of that was by being the new kid on the block/lane.
	After an introduction with Justin the two sat on the steps of the Taylor house quietly chatting.  Then Justin decided it was time to show her who was a man.  He did a flipping cartwheel.
	Sort of.  It was half-assed and he tumbled thru the middle of the act falling over at the end.  Martha smiled and said, “I can do that!” and eagerly tried to impress.  She did a perfect cartwheel.  And being in a dress young Justin got a nice quick view of white panties, too!
	Justin was a little put off by being “showed up.”  but enthused at the glimpse of panties.  They went on to climb a tree, Martha climbed up after Justin but Justin made a leap (of faith) and jumped down, just in time to see Martha’s panty clad ass as she shimmied up the tree to the branch he had just lept off of.  She leaped, too.  She was a bit of a tomboy at heart, despite her attire.
	Justin was getting into a bad way.  
	They leaped over a small fence, then ran a bit, climbed another tree, then stopped for a breath at the small horsetrail out before the open landscape of countryside.
	A wooded area was close, lots of shrubs and bushes, trees all around.  Chris was able to keep a close eye on them, very close.  He had his binoculars and that helped, too.
	Justin wasn’t too peeved at the girl for showing him up, she WAS better at doing things than he.  She was a pretty girl, she marveled at the grand countryside, politely he took her hand and took her along the narrow horsetrail into the woods.
	Chris followed slinkingly along behind.

                                                     *****

	Justin led Martha to a small pond.  They saw some squirrels and chipmunks, an assortment of birds, and heard a great bullfrog somewhere deeper in the forest.
	After a time Martha looked about as if she were looking fort something.
	“Lose something?” Justin asked.
	Martha smiled and shook her pretty little head.  She had such a great smile, her whole face was luminance.  She spoke so well, she was well educated already at her young age.  She chewed thoughtfully on her lip and then sidestepped off the small nature trail, looked around and then squatted.
	Justin stared at her.  Was she going to do what he thought she was going to do?
	Yep.  She was.  And did.
	Justin could only stand and stare, Martha didn’t seem to mind his presence.  She pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and began to pee.  Justin was blown away.  So was Chris.  (along with being bitten by insects and having scratchy weeds dig into his skin.  Spying was a tough job!
	Justin couldn’t see much, just a glimpse.  He was hard, though.  Very hard.  He gouged the heel of his hand into his boner.  Martha watched him, she smiled and fingered her pussy a little.  Justin about lost his breath.
	“I know what the difference is of a boy and a girl.” she stated.
	Justin gulped.  He sorta knew.  His eyes rolled searching for something to say in his defense.  
	“Have you ever seen a girl--in her underwear or without?  Martha said seeings as how Justin had suddenly developed lockjaw.
	Poor Justin could only stand and stare and gouge himself.
	“Want to see mine?” she asked blatantly.
	Justin was close to fainting away.
	Slowly the girl raised her aqua blue city dress up some, slowly.  Revealed was her perfectly shaped white panties.  Full brief, snuggly fitted to her lovely young body.  Justin stared in awesome awe, blinking his eyes and licking his lips (hungrily.)
	Justin didn’t ask any questions, he was too flustered.  
	“You can take it out if you want.” Martha said out of concern for Justin’s welfare.  (he seemed in dire agony.)  Justin was about out of his mind, he fussed with his pants button and zipper, sweating and being quite nervous.
	When he finally managed to get his typical blue jeans undone he merely pulled the flaps back revealing the crisp white boy underwear.  Martha focused her oh so pretty eyes on the “bulge” that was there.  For ten (almost eleven) Justin Taylor had quite the little boner.
	“Well?” stated Martha.
	“Well what?” replied Justin (not getting it.)
	“Is that all I’m going to see?” she made the indication as she had her dress up fully enough to reveal herself totally in her panties.  She even turned about.  Chris was about out of his mind, too.
	Justin gulped and stared at the strange city girl.  He sucked in his breath, let it out and eased his jeans down.  He wore a simple pullover shirt that was just to his waist.  Martha smiled, gleaming, nodding her pretty little head.
	Then, while holding her dress up in one hand she tugged her aqua blue undies down with the other.  Slowly, just one corner and then to mid thigh.
	Justin’s eyes (as well as the hidden Chris’) stared in awe and admiration.  ’Nice.’ was the general statement.  Her beaver was bald, but she was ten, too.  Chris made the notation that the “beaver” wasn’t virginal. 
	Hmmmm 
	Justin timidly did likewise, tugging down his underwear briefs to mid thigh.  His pecker popped right out.  It was a typical schlong for a ten year old, ‘cept it was HARD!  The rigid member was alluring, Chris desired it, he wanted it in his mouth, rubbing on his balls, fucking his asshole.  He wanted to see the boy cum, to see him pee.  He wanted to spank the boy, to see him tied up and being spank and fucked.
	Chris had these thoughts, albeit a little differently, to the girl, too.
	Martha grinned big, then went to her knees to get a closer look.  Poor Justin didn’t know quite what to think.  He stood there like a rock, WITH a rock.  Martha placed her hand about the protruding erection and tugged it down to the base.  Justin stood solid, his feet welded to the ground.
	“I-I think I’m going to pee!” h blurted out.
	Martha smiled (devilishly) and tugged Up & Down on his bone, “no you’re not.” she said, but it didn’t seem to matter if he was or not.  Lightly she kissed the tip of his pecker, then ran her tongue around the sensitive crown.
	Justin was out of his mind.  This was beyond anything he had ever conceived in believing. Martha held his bone and licked it, licked the head and then the shaft.  She went down on it, engulfing the whole thang into her sweet Citified mouth.
	It was her whole face that illuminated a devilness as she spoke,
	“Wanna see mine?” she smiled.  And without waiting for Justin’s reply she sat back, avoiding the puddle she had created moments earlier and tugged her panties all the way to her ankles, she then sat on her butt and opened her knees.
	Justin tightened up, he methodically rubbed his ass and balls and stared at Martha’s naked cunny.  He fluttered his eyes and stared.  He didn’t know what else to do.  Chris wished he had some ability to communicate silently to the wigged out boy, and transfer encouraging thoughts to him.
	Martha giggled and blushed and sat back against a stump, fingering her delicate cunny.  Justin soon squatted and took a long hard look.  He may have went on to do something more but there were sudden noises in their area.
	Martha quickly pulled up her panties and looked a little frightened.  Justin barely got his pecker in his pants before teenagers on horses came up on them.  A howdy-do and hand wave and acknowledgement of existence came and went.  It was getting late and Justin figured they had been out long enough and it was time to get back before his Pa and her Aunt (Krump) got pissed.

	Chris was stuck in his hiding place as the three boys and two girls stopped in the area and wouldn’t leave.  He figured he might be able to “just up and walk out” but he didn’t.
	One of the horse took a piss.  A LONG healthy piss.  One of the girls, 15 year old Melody Striker, watched surreptitiously, grinning and closing her eyes now and then.  For fifteen she was nice, very nice.  Nice tight ass, a great rack, fantastic body.
	Chris longed for her.  She worked at a horse ranch on the far end of town, so did the others.  There was one young pre-teen boy Chris had seen at his school, he was in the 6th grade and Chris didn’t know him personally.  The others were all high schoolers.
	He thought of Flashing them, but with five of them it might go wrong.  He would rather have Harold along anyhow.  But he was tempted, and fantasized the two teen girls in the dungeon; tied up, hanging by their hands, being spanked, whipped, and double penetrated!

	Brandy didn’t get fucked every day, but close.  She was at least fingered or humped on (just not IN.)  Nor was her little sister Karen fucked every day.  Nor was Suzie.  When they could get away with it for sure for some certainty Chris and Harold went buck naked thru the day, doing their outside chores.  The only time they wore clothes was when messing with the hay bales--hay straw had a way of bugging the ever loving shit out of raw skin.
	Brandy did house work, she did the meals.  Karen & Suzie helped.
	Just how long Brandy & Karen were going to stay wasn’t known, it wasn’t an issue and wasn’t brought up.  Karen slept with Suzie, Brandy slept in the boys’ room, a spare bed had been made for her, but she sometimes slept IN the bed occupied by the boys.
	Chris and Harold, and Brandy, still thunk up out and out kidnapping the members of the Cheerleader Five gang, as well as the Bitches Brandy Couldn’t Stand, and a few “others.”  Brandy was at last shown the basement, the Dungeon.
	She was agassed.  She couldn’t believe it.  She was then let in on the Flash Pen.  It was a last hold out, but filled with the notion that it was a fluke and a prototype and often didn’t even work.  She understood the principal and how it could work, it wasn’t too far fetch or out of line.  It was just unfuckingbelievable, that’s all.
	She understood that her desire to have the Bitches She Couldn’t Stand incarcerated in the Mitchell Dungeon was now a very real possibility.  She was timid, though, had reservations.  This was her moral and ethical fibers at war with her consciousness.  It was the right thing to do but so very wrong.
	“Whenever.” Chris told her.
	Brandy nodded her head and would consider it.
	She DID ask:  “Have you had anyone in here?”
	Chris gulped and began to sweat.  Brandy made a note of it and shook her head, her long mid-back pony tail swinging madly, “Nevermind.” she said with a half lit smile.
	“If this bugs you--” Chris said.
	“No, it’s cool.” it was just so sudden and so real.  She never in her life would have guessed that it could actually be possible.  She let her thoughts drift and Chris drifted, too--out the door and down the lane.  More snooping.