August Moone
Timing is everything
Chapter Eight
Narly Business

	Something burgeoned--no--burbled into August‘s already frapped mind.  He needed only a few moments before pulling the pizza girl into his humble abode.  He noted that he could move her, position her, everything--just like he had done to the secretary in his crazy adventure thru the tunnels.
	Tempting fate, like he hadn‘t already done so before, he felt of her crotch; hand right to the girl‘s crotch and then up to her breasts.  No reaction from her whatsoever.  Hmmmmm   Licking his lips, mulling, contemplating, he kissed her, a brief peck and then--tongue right into the mouth.  There was an embrace that went with this and hand right down to the teen‘s ass.
	This was good.  
	Slowly with trembling hands he undone her stonewashed dark jeans and peeled the flaps back.  Hidden behind were red panties.  He licked his lips more, checked the girl for any sort, any sign, of response.  There was none.  This was good.  This was VERY good!

	Laid out on his bed, her pants and panties at her ankles August Moone licked out her snatch, fingered it, fondled her poon and then climbed on top of her to gouge her cunny with his schlong.  She continued to be zombie-like and that was good.
	To her delectable titties he went, sucking on them, squeezing them and guiding his cock into her as he did so.  That was definitely good.
	The girl began to make some noise, groans, moans, and subtle movements as he pumped into her.  At first it worried him but he got over it--he was “in the groove” and not about to stop.
	He marveled at her nipples coming so stiff, her pussy juices made the humping better--she was not a virgin.  She didn’t kiss back but she did fuck back, an involuntary reaction.  After getting his nut he sat back to watch her, massaging his organ.  His mind slowly trying to regain composure and think things thru.
	At length the girl began peeing.  That wasn’t good.  “Hey, fucking bitch!” he bellowed.  “My new bed!”  it was too late to do anything; he got a washcloth and sopped up the spillage then raised her legs to get at the pee puddle beneath her.  It was during such doings that he noticed she seemed to be coming around.  That was bad.
	He came into a panic and didn’t know quite what to do about it.  ‘Get dressed, stupid!’ came the answer into his noggin.  That was good.  He dressed quickly, just a bathrobe.  Then decided that the girl should probably be dressed--dressed and returned to where she had last been.
	Moving “Shelly” back to the doorway he noticed a light blinking on the Device Item 0110.  He didn’t know what it meant, but did note in the main screen, the 8x4 the lines that had been there were winking out.  A correlation was being made; he didn’t fully have a grasp on it but vowed that in time he would.

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	So thusly there came the greatest adventure of his life--even more so then his trekking in the tunnels from the desert.  Most of his time was trail & error, discovering and uncovering just what the little gadget he had in his possession did; its capabilities and limits and all that.  He realized early on the extraordinary potential of such a device, and the dangers.
	Even after years of fooling around with the odd contraption he was mildly aware that he had yet to uncover the entire abilities of the Device Item 0110.  To guess he would assume that maybe-maybe he had uncovered about 40 maybe 50% of the item’s doings.
	With his mind still cluttered with odds & ends the sweat lodge was a good idea.  He didn’t know if it would actually help, but it couldn’t hurt.  Dancing Elk ran the sweat lodge, it would take him a day to build a new lodge, and after each use he tore it down--religious reasons.  No one hunted anymore, not in the desert, but the sweat lodge was still used for other reasons.
	During this time of construction he kept to himself, avoided the every once in awhile tourists who came lopping about the small Indian town.  He watched the buzzards and hawks, the naked Indian children, and a tumbleweed roll.  He tried emptying his mind of cluttered thought himself, but it was no use.  The Device Item 0110 filled it.  He definitely realized the potentiality of the thing--its possibilities were endless--endless.
	He felt as though he had no direction, no insight to his future.  What destiny?  Charlie Dugout had mentioned something of a destiny, a path, and choices to make.  August assumed that he had chosen wrongly.  Sometime he felt the Device was a curse.
	Feeling parched August returned to the home of his friend and helped himself to a cold soda.  No one was about and so he roamed down the hall, finding his friend pegging young Carlie.
	Her legs were up, being held by Standing Bear’s son who had his testicles in the young tormented girl’s mouth.  Standing Bear was buried to the hilt inside the girl’s cunny fucking her good and proper.  August let them be and moved to the other room where Amy and Jason were.  Both these kids had been buggered, Amy and Carlie forced to suck their young brother as well as lay out to be fucked by him.  His little dinky wasn’t much and not overly capable of doing a proper fuck, but close counts and it was all filmed regardless.
	August didn’t really cotton to shagging such overly young children, not a whole lot of pleasure in that.  There was some, but he really preferred his pussy (and asshole) to be at least ten.  At least!
	But he lie down on a bare mattress and motioned for young Amy to come hither.  She hesitated only momentarily but at length complied.  The four year old crawled up onto his lap and nestled against his manly prong.  August cupped her ass, gave it a squeeze and then began diddling her asshole.  Both he and Standing Bear had buggered the child and son Joseph had been the one to actually fuck her very-very-very virginal poon.
	August held the child close to him for a few moments before working his own bone into the girl, gliding her up and down and finding that in this manner his mind DID clear.
	Some.  He was still fraught with strange thoughts and plagued with his past adventures.  But the pleasures of shagging young Amy overtook the downcast and he quickly got into the swing and fucked the little one until he creamed in her.
	The rest of the day was spent further torturing the children’s’ mother and the deputy sheriff Arlene Flowers.
	Monica, the children’s mother, still showed signs of balking, of trying in desperation not to comply.  The Device was no longer needed to ensure compliance, strong will, spanking, threats, and a tazer did the trick just nicely.  Monica wept uncontrollably as she slurped on the young schlong of her young son, Jason.  Thereafter she couldn’t believe the continued horror of her son’s testicles in her mouth, the boy laying down and once more being fucked in the ass--and thereafter she was forced to lick his hole clean.
	Her daughters Carlie and Amy took position on their mother’s face and were promptly butt fucked--August, Standing Bear and son Joseph doing the hellish deed.
	Deputy Flowers got into the act, too; settling on Monica’s face, eating her pussy out--sucking the mens’ cocks as they fucked the distraught mother.  Monica forced to lick Arlene’s pussy and asshole, suck on the dangling slapping balls that were in her face as the men humped furiously.
	The women watched in absolute horror as the kiddies were all raped and sodomized before them.  Carlie was still on August’s Shit List and so was spanked HARD every now and then and forced to suck his cock and stand still while being peed on by the men.
	Again August banged off into Monica, slapping her thighs and very determined to break her.  She refused, but was close.  She would be not to be trusted that was for certain.  August knew that soon the rest of the Indian men of the village would be having a go at the woman, the young ones, the old ones.  And if that didn’t work--
	There were other ways, other means:  medicine man Lazy Eye had his ways.  Standing Bear had his, too.  Neither woman would return to normal society again.  Nor would the kiddies.  
	The following day August entered into the sweat lodge.  The first hour was mostly chanting.  Running Deer and a couple of other young Indian women of the village came in as well, butt naked and for the reasoning of further helping “those in need.”  hehehe
	During the second hour August felt a little ill and lay down, against the edge of the enclosure so as to get a little air that seeped in at the edge.  Running Deer was positioned before him, she scrunched down some and placed her nakedness to August’s face.  After parting a cheek August took the offering and began licking her corn hole as well as her virtually bald poon.
	The other men of the village August could hear were as well “involved” with the various women.  Soon Arlene and Monica would be among them.
	During the third hour August mind somewhat became more clearer.  While Little Beaver sucked on his organ he determined that enough with toying around with the Device.  Get a life!  For years he had dedicated his every waking moment, and non-waking, too! To uncovering the hidden secrets of the Device.  From this point on he was either to figure it out completely--or take it back where it belonged!
	No, that was stupid thing to think of.
	But, maybe he COULD go back, maybe.  Check to see if the pirate ship was still there?  What other “worlds” would there be other than the governmental installation he had stumbled into?  He had no family, no job, nothing to pin him down and occupy his time.  He wouldn’t go unarmed, not this time.  And those butt fucking bandit tunnel creatures and Indians were going to play hell getting at his ass this time, too!
	Sounded like a plan.
	And there was the class reunion, too.  He smiled and orgasmed off into Little Beaver’s mouth.  Running Deer “serviced” the chief-elder of the village and Standing Bear buggered his way with one of the “other” young new members of the tribe.

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	Uncovering the divine secrets of the extraordinary Device wasn’t going to happen overnite.  So far it hadn’t happened thus far in the many years he had had the thingamajig.  It was a wondrous thing just the same, and potentially dangerous.  Too many close calls he had had thru the years, mainly the damn thing’s sudden “shut-down.”
	But the perks were worth it, he supposed.  The absolute ability to overtake another person’s mind, command their will, and manipulate their mind to HIS will--that was priceless.
	He figured as much that his stay in Flagstaff was going to be a long one, so he settled in one of those live-in hotels.  There was two-bedrooms, a living room, kitchen.  It was secluded, his room anyways, quaint and not overly expensive.
	(Although, August Moone had little to worry about $$, with the Device he had no worries about whatsoever…)
	He rested a whole day, acquiring a new wardrobe, updating some necessary personal items, and just generally resting.  The sweat lodge experience had done him well and he didn’t have to worry about what he was going to do with the deputy or the mother (and the kiddies one-two-three.) 
	He emptied his mind of worry and thought nothing of the Device, the impending class reunion, everything.  He rested, slept, and kept his thoughts pure.  This only lasted a day…
	Every so often he took a risk to closely examine the Device Item 0110; close scrutiny, and then although in the Program Screen below those already deciphered encryptions an encrypted line was ready (but encrypted and thusly unreadable to August) he would initiate program Start/Begin/Accept.
	Sometimes there was nothing, nothing notable anyways.  Sometimes there was only the enhancment of what he already knew about--the brain wave patterns. He hadn’t been able to actually decipher what the fuck the encrypted words were, it was a gamble.  He had his own personal laptop computer and knew how easily it was to “crash” it in a moments notice.  But with taking various computer classes he learned the intricate workings of computers and their programming.
	But the Device Item 0110 was not a normal laptop computer.
	There were as many as 20 “programs” currently running or were operational.  How many there were programmed into the Device he had no idea.  He still ocassionaly thought of seriously making a return to the governmental installation.  Now he was older, smarter, a little wiser and thusly (hopefully) capable of gleaning other necessary information, locating files and personnel and whatever he could that would enlighten him on his most valuable prize.
	After much debate he finally pressed the button to initiate the okay to Run Selected Program.  Nothing happened.  The Device made no noises, no beeps or pings or anything of the like.  He did note a few more lights had come to life.  A wavy line on the main screen and smaller ones on the three sub-smaller screens.
	So what was the signficance of this?  He had no idea.  He tapped his fingers together and sat back trying to think and decipher further.	  Sometimes, he was aware, the “answer” did not present itself automatically.  Sooooo, with a heavy sigh he called in an order for pizza.
	Still in somewhat of a funk it was time for a little walk.  (The pizza person was male and far to old for Auggie to mess with.)  The night air was good and refreshing.  The rainstorms that had greeted him on his earlier visit had diminished greatly leaving behind a so-so mugginess that also diminished when the night came on.
	The Device accompanied him, tucked away in a specially made pouch behind him inside his shirt.  Again he strove to push down terrible thoughts, nightmares of the persistent kind, and etc.  He figured that he could spend his lifetime deciphering and tempting fate with the Device and STILL never uncover all its secrets.
	But that was fine with him.  What it did for him so far was good enough to LAST him a lifetime.  He had no destination, currently or in life.  The Device was his life, his occupation, his obsession.  He doubted that it was his Destiny as so proclaimed by Charlie Dugout.  He doubted further that he had indeed chosen the correct choice for his path.
	At a bookstore kind of out of the way he peered in.  Fate again reared its interest.  Inside at the counter was a delicious teenager, 16-17 yrs. young, bouncy blond hair in a pony tail, perky breasts, short pleated white skirt.  She was surrounded by two teen boys and three teen girls.
	August saw, too, a staunch tall woman who could easily put on a Marine Drill Sergeant uniform and be comfortable, in company with two precious little young’uns.  There, too, was a lone young adult woman and a pair of petite pre-teens with a pudgy companion.
	Hmmmmmm

	He look them overly carefully before deciding their fate.  He was enthralled by them, all of them.  They all had desirable potential and that was a plus.  He mulled and thought, rethought, checked the area about him, then entered the establishment.
	It was close to closing time; it was late evening and most of the off-center downtown shops had closed or were closing.  No one paid him any attention and that was good.  He perused the new magazines and the best seller rack, then made his way into the adult section to peruse the dirty narly mags.
	At length he made his way to the rear of the store whereupon he slyly began removing his prized possession--no, not that, the OTHER prized possession--the Device.  He kept a look out on the security of his being and a check on the security mirrors in the corner.  But the teen who was in charge of the counter and store was too busy yapping with her friends.
	His security was breeched when the little girl of the Drill Sergeant mother came rushing about.  A white sweater on a yellow shortie dress.  Blond hair, blue eyes, all smiles, nice and young at a sweet six years.  August smiled at her and made good with the Device.
	He was suddenly surprised with a “sneak attack” from behind, the little girl’s brother.  August stumbled and crashed into the rack of books.  They didn’t fall and neither did August, but the Device did.  He tried quickly to catch it, the little kids quickly vamoosed and the governmental laptop clunked to the floor.
	Retrieving the wondrous gadget he checked it, saw that all its illuminated lights and such flickered and winked out.  August cursed and bitched under his breath.  He didn’t pay attention to anything else and began making his way out thru the store, he needed to get home and see if the Device could be salvaged.
	He noted then a slight vibration in the Device, checked it and noted that it had returned to life.  It suddenly let out a tremendous ear piercing whine that lasted some several seconds.  Thereafter all the functions that he was used to were back to working order.
	Hmmmmmm
	He then noted the main screen and that there were now several brain wave lines wavering there.  August blinked his eyes, licked his lips, then casually looked about the store.  He firstly noted how quiet it was, only the air conditioner hum could be heard.  Almost holding his breath he sidestepped to where he could see the tallest person in the store, the mother of the two precocious children.
	She was holding a magazine and being very still.  Her children clung to her and were still.  August neared and noted the lone adult woman and the small group of preteens.  All were standing still not moving.
	August came up to the woman, put his hand on the little girl’s head, then the boy’s.  The woman remained still.  He peeked to see what she was reading, being nosey.  She didn’t mind.  If she were “normal” she would have he was sure.
	On a risk, a big risk, he put his hand to her butt.  She didn’t react.  His hand came to wave in front of her face, he clicked his fingers, stuck out his tongue, pushed her arms down and fondled her breasts.  She did nothing, not even bat an eye!
	Down the aisle to the preteens.  A fondle of breasts, a kiss on the mouth, a fondle right between their legs, then off to the nearby lone single white female.  Not much doings here, just the same fondling, caressing--laying her out on the floor with her jeans and undies at her ankles and having his way with her!
	He sucked on her breasts and just concentrated on fucking.  When done he rested briefly before scooting back to Drill Sergeant mother and pulling the panties down of the little blond girl.  He raised her dress and smooched on her ass, diddled her very extremely virgin asshole, then laid her out on the floor as well, legs up and began a steady rout of humping her equally virginal pussy.
	Neither the child or the young adult made any indications that they were aware.  August continued his rant with pulling the young boy’s slacks down, his undies, too.  The boy’s ass was soft and smooth and August took a few minutes to be pleasured by it--before sucking on the youngster’s schlong and then turning him about to make anal love.

	There was no interest in the teen boys, but there WAS strong interest in the teen girls.  He firstly fondled more in vigorously the preteen girls, undressing them, checking for virgins, then “sampling” and helping himself to deflowering all three of the girls.  There was spanking and “in the mouth” humping and just when he thought he could do no more, he walked blatantly (nakedly) about the store, closing the blinds, drapes, shutters--placing the CLOSED sign in the window, shutting out most of the lights and stripping down the teen girls at the check-out counter.
	He was on a roll.
	He let his mind wander off to wonder while his body enjoyed the delights of the flesh.  Only one of the teen girls was a virgin.  And it wasn’t the shy one.  Nor the most outgoing.  It was the one with reddish blond hair, smart, good looking, short in stature, wide hips, bubbly, perky, very sweet in the face and tight between the legs.
	Her poon was shaven and there was a rainbow tattoo on the left cheek, a rabbit standing up “sportin’ a woody” on the right.  Her belly button was pierced as well as tongue and eyebrow.  August balled her right on the counter and emptied as much of his love cream as possible.
	To the shy girl he found that she was not a virgin.  Her pussy was well trimmed, she bore no tattoos but did show some signs of bruises.  She beheld a sweet smile and there was just something about her that intrigued him.  He loved on her a few minutes before penetrating her (at least) virgin backdoor.
	The counter girl was wise on giving head, so she sucked August and then he rested, plucked a few books, magazines, and then toyed with the idea of how to end the spree.  There were several ways, but for now he decided to return everyone back the way they were--as much as possible.  But as far as having them all remain naked and the teen boys the likely culprits in doing the narly shenanigans--naw, he let it be and only “inserted” some sexual notions.
	Returning to his new digs he contemplated what had happened:  a mass mind whammy.  Normally he was able to zap one victim very well, two and three were capable but not recommended and any more than that was pushing it.
	He wondered, was the Device evolving, somehow?  Was its abilities on a time schedule?  Or was it merely chance?  This caused him to stay up the night and pour over his notes and jot down new ones.  From there he merely crashed and slept for all the following day.
	He gained no new insight, just a clearer mind.  
	The Device he found had remained “on” all the night.  Was this new?  Well, Yes, dumbass, in a way.  It had never stayed “on” for more than a couple of hours.  There was a way to turn the unit off, and on.  He couldn’t recall if he had forgotten or what.  With nothing better to do and no plans to zap anybody, he let it stay while he contacted those in charge of the reunion.