{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\froman\fprq2\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone Sagas\par Book 5\par Absolution\par Chapter 34\par Extra Sensory Perceptions\par \pard\nowidctlpar\fs28\par Little Since Making Sense\par \tab The park was no good, no real hiding place.\par \tab There was the nearby alley, but it was questionable.\par \tab Kathy\rquote s mom was home, her daddy worked. There were two older brothers who were in high school as well as a young sister who would probably be home. Tray\rquote s mom would be home, too. Finding a place to be \ldblquote alone\rdblquote proved to be a neat trick.\par \tab\lquote Let\rquote s go to the alley.\rquote the voice in Tray\rquote s head suggested. It was not all THAT bad, just so long as they didn\rquote t go down into it and lingered close to the opening.\par \tab An overstuffed garbage bin was close by, along with some sacks of trash and boxes. Tray held Kathy\rquote s hand and slowly led the way. The voice inside Tray\rquote s head trying to extend sensory perceptions to anticipate any dangers--specifically derelicts of society lingering anywhere\rquote s close by.\par \tab There didn\rquote t seem to be any.\par \tab There were, though, wash lines strung between the two buildings. Emergency access ladders on both sides, too. At the other end of the alley was another busy street. The alley, though, was too narrow for any vehicles. There were a few doors along the alley, too.\par \tab\lquote So, my little friend, what would you like to see first?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Whattya mean?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Well, as you can see, I have her--she\rquote s mine, I can make her do anything I want, you wildest dreams come true.\rquote\par \tab\lquote No shit?\rquote\par \tab\lquote At-at-ah! Watch your language, Little Dude, you\rquote ll get detention!\rquote\par \tab Poised behind the disgusting overflowing dumpster, Kathy stood pressed up against the dingy grimy brick wall.\par \tab\lquote Wanna see her titties?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Sure!\rquote Tray said with a shrug of some indifference. He still was perplexed and couldn\rquote t finger out how this was all happening. Or why. Or why him!\page\tab\lquote Ka-la--ka-zam! Ka-la-ka-zoom!\rquote Skyler the-voice-inside-Tray\rquote s head jeered, and suddenly, before eleven year old Tray Cooper\rquote s eyes, eleven year old Kathy Whatt lifted her shirt.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote blurted the boy aloud.\par \tab\lquote No bad, huh?\rquote\par \tab\lquote You made her do that?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Damn straight, Dude.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Cool beans!\rquote\par \tab A partnership was brewing.\par \tab With the shirt up, Tray was encouraged to \ldblquote give the titties a feel.\rdblquote He required stronger encouragement. \lquote just a quickie.\rquote\par \tab Gulping, holding his breath, mind in a virtual blur, Tray Cooper fondled Kathy Whatt\rquote s titties. They were small, palm sized, like small apples. She wore a basic white bra but still\'85\par \tab\lquote Lift the bra cups up.\rquote suggested the Voice Inside Tray\rquote s Head.\par \tab Tray couldn\rquote t. he had serious qualms.\par \tab\lquote Dude, she aint gonna know! Trust me!\rquote\par \tab Tray didn\rquote t trust anyone. He bit his upper lip down inside mouth and paused to ponder and give serious thought to what was going on.\par \tab Then, before his eyes, the girl popped the cups up of her bra and there they were--twins small \ldblquote A\rquote s\rdblquote .\par \tab Tray suddenly looked down, his dorkus-porkus was demanding attention, nearly poking itself out of his corduroys.\par \tab\lquote I told you, Dude, I can make her do anything. ANYTHING!\rquote\par \par \tab From bare titty fondling the sucking on the nipple. From squeezing titty flesh to squeezing between her legs. And before his young pre-teen eyes, he saw that indeed insofacto, Kathy Whatt made no outbursts of any kind. She was quiet and calm.\par \tab\lquote You wanna go on?\rquote\par \tab Tray shrugged. \lquote I-I dunt, don\rquote t-don\rquote t know.\rquote he suddenly looked at his watch, \lquote Shit, dude, I-I got to get home!\rquote it was 4:30!\par \par \tab Unlike many of his class, Tray lived in a one-of-a-kind duplex whereas there was a front door AND a backdoor. On wise suggestion from the \ldblquote host in his head\rdblquote , Tray scurried to the very small backyard--also unique to city dwelling, and snuck into the kitchen via the backdoor. A television was on, as well as a radio down the hall. Tray had other siblings. \page\tab The kitchen light was on, dinner was in the make. Quietly and quickly as possible Tray grabbed the garbage from the trash compactor and scurried out into the backyard. When he returned wiping his hands on his clothes he was met by his mother.\par \tab A plump woman, typical white apron, blue dress of a peasant type. Hair of auburn done up in a bun, a little worn she looked, somewhat frazzled and in deep need of a new life somewhere less city like.\par \tab\ldblquote Tray? Where have you been? Do you know--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I was taking out the garbage.\rdblquote Tray cut her off from the usual rhetoric mothers gave their tardy children. She saw the open door of the trash compactor. \ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote she said. \ldblquote Well wash your hands.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote How was school?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Did you learn anything?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Are you going to that dance\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Do you have any homework?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Your father will be late tonight but we\rquote re bla bla bla--\rdblquote he voice trailed off as Tray quickly hurried to his room he shared with a younger sibling, tossed his book bag onto the bed then bolted into the bathroom. The only room in the house whereas one could get a little peace.\par \tab Down came his pants and he quickly turned his butt to the mirror hanging on the door. It was still a little red. Skyler was pissed that he hadn\rquote t been able to help, and he knew that he probably could have. \lquote Next time.\rquote he said.\par \tab\lquote What?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Oh, sorry, was talking to myself!\rquote\par \tab\lquote So, you know everything--that I\rquote m doing or what?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Yeah, I suppose so, I\rquote m a part of you.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Oh.\rquote he sounded disappointed.\par \tab\lquote Hey,\rquote chided the Host, \lquote don\rquote t worry, I can help you, in many ways.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Whattya mean?\rquote the boy pulled up his pants and began washing his face and hands. He stared at the medicine cabinet mirror--trying to see the Host in his head.\par \tab\lquote Well, uhm, you\rquote re a cool kid, and I was once your age, too--\rquote\par \tab\ldblquote How old ARE you?\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote Uh, I dunno, not really sure, but I was once your age I know that.\rquote Skyler felt telling him that he was merely sixteen and not that much older would dampen their relationship, or at the very least make it questionable. And if he told of a different age, like an adult age, that make the by either suspicious or more wary.\par \tab\lquote Let\rquote s just say that I KNOW you, I\rquote ve been there, I can help you, I\rquote ve done what you\rquote ve done or want to do.\rquote\par \tab Tray had to drink that all in and digest it. Slowly.\par \tab\lquote So, uhm, go ahead.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Go ahead with what?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Take it out.\rquote\par \tab Tray held firm.\par \tab\lquote You gotta pee, go ahead.\rquote\par \tab Tray sidestepped to the toilet and unzipped. Looking down he pulled out his dinky and proceeded to pee. He wore a brown shirt and light brown corduroys--he was just aching to get his ass kicked by bullies.\tab\par \tab\lquote Play with it.\rquote suggested the Voice.\par \tab\lquote Huh?\rquote\par \tab\lquote You know, like you do when you\rquote re by yourself.\rquote\par \tab Tray gulped. \ldblquote You know about that!?\rdblquote he was almost screeching he was so alarmed.\par \tab\lquote Dude, remember, not out loud--and yeah, I know, look it, I\rquote m INSIDE YOUR HEAD!\rquote\par \tab Tray was quiet. He stared down to his pens that was still dripping pee. \lquote Give it a shake.\rquote\par \tab Tray did so.\par \tab\lquote Take your pants down.\rquote\par \tab\ldblquote What!?\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote Slide your pants down, underwear, too.\rquote\par \tab\ldblquote Why?\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote Cause, it\rquote ll feel better and you do yourself better.\rquote\par \tab\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Tray, who you talking to in there? Are you talking to your poo again?\rdblquote his older sister Amelia.\par \tab\lquote Dude, you-you talk to your poo?\rquote\par \tab\lquote When I was little.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Of all the heads I had to get into\'85\rquote\par \tab With his pants AND underwear at his ankles, Tray DID find there was more enjoyment in fondling himself; he could squeeze his barely there hairy balls, rub his ass, open his legs and everything. His sister who was college bound in a couple of months left him to talk to his poo. \page\tab As young Tray got into a sort of so-so rhythm, strangely, the Voice in his head felt pleasure to. The Voice in his head encouraged him to continue.\par \tab\lquote Yeah, that\rquote s it, keep it up--more-more-MORE!\rquote\par \tab It was incredible, for Tray as much as the Voice, his little dinkus had never given him such pleasure.\par \tab\lquote And trust me, Little Dude, it feels better when a GIRL does it for you!\rquote\tab\par \tab That comment only made Tray\rquote s dong stiffer!\par \tab He tugged and tugged and stroked and pulled and squeezed.\par \tab There was ball squeezing and ass rubbing, too.\par \tab Tray was just to the point of serious jerking off when there was a tap-tap-tap at the dingy green bathroom door door. \par \tab\ldblquote Tray, are you still in there?\rdblquote his sister Amelia. \ldblquote Did you fall in? What are you doing in there?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Go away, cant a guy have some privacy!?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Not in this house!\rdblquote she returned scoffingly.\par \tab Which was true.\par \tab\ldblquote Tray, darling, are you alright?\rdblquote it was his mother. \par \tab\lquote Good grief!\rquote the Voice in His Head said.\par \tab\lquote You said it!\rquote\par \tab\ldblquote You know what he\rquote s doing in there.\rdblquote stated huffingly his stuck up sister. Tray\rquote s eyes bulged, mouth fell open. He flung open the door and presented himself.\par \tab\ldblquote God, cant a guy take a crap in peace around here!\rdblquote and stomped off to his room. His sister was slightly chastised and that was that.\par \par \tab It wasn\rquote t only the \ldblquote almost orgasm\rdblquote that the Voice in His Head felt, but the dinner, too. The dinner was a lovely pot roast with all the trimmings, with a fudge cake following up. Dinner time at the Cooper table was chaos; aside from the pesky nosy embarrassing sister Amelia, there was Craig, Vance, and Gabriella (Gabby). Craig was a college drop-out, he had a job but didn\rquote t work many hours. His parents were so-so disappointed him but let him return to the house anyways. Vance was 7 yrs young and kinda crimped Tray\rquote s style as he had to share a room with him, Tray HAD been in Craig\rquote s room--until the idiot returned home. Little Gabby was the baby of the family, she was 4.\page\tab The pot roast was great. Skyler couldn\rquote t quite figure how he could \ldblquote taste\rdblquote it. Maybe it was magic, maybe a familiarity or the Host\rquote s senses kicked up a notch and transferring to him.\par \tab He didn\rquote t know. Didn\rquote t care.\par \tab After the nosh it was homework.\par \tab Which was tough to do with bothersome Vance pestering him.\par \tab\lquote Hmmmm, maybe I can help.\rquote \par \tab\lquote How?\rquote\par \tab There was no response. The young boy bouncing around being a typical sibling pest suddenly froze. He also pissed in his clothes. He then went to his bed and laid down--quite and still (and wet.)\par \tab\lquote Cool!\rquote said Tray, \lquote Thanks!\rquote\par \tab Skyler then set about helping his Host with his homework.\par \par \tab A little tv and general goofing off and it was time for bed. Little brother Vance got in trouble for wetting his pants. His mother swatted his butt and Vance complained that he didn\rquote t know how it happened. Tray grinned the whole time. He didn\rquote t care for his brother being in so much trouble that he got a spanking out of it, but\'85\par \tab Tray paused (or WAS paused) at the hall bathroom. The door was opened as the youngest member was in the bath. \par \tab\lquote Nice kid.\rquote the Voice in His Head said.\par \tab\lquote Yeah,\rquote Tray replied, \lquote I-I guess.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Ever see your OTHER sister taking a bath?\rquote\par \tab Tray gulped and shook his head quickly, No.\par \tab\lquote Ever WANT to?\rquote\par \tab Before he could answer one way or the other, he OTHER sister came scurrying up behind, \ldblquote Move!\rdblquote she bitched. She couldn\rquote t WAIT to get into college, she\rquote d be out of the house and not have to mess doing everything for everyone.\par \tab Tray stumbled forward and made for his room.\par \tab The Voice in His Head left him be.\par \par \tab He didn\rquote t know what it was, but he felt disenchanted, or discombobulated or something like. As in his own body there was a sudden rash of seasickness overwhelming him. It didn\rquote t last long, thankfully, and when it had passed, he could SEE his Host. It was as if he (Skyler) were standing there in the room looking down.\page\tab But there was no feeling of having a body, no perception of being \ldblquote whole.\rdblquote he WAS a spirit. Hmmmm \par \tab He found that he could move around--floating like a spirit.\par \tab And walls, doors, windows--were no barrier.\par \tab He moved out into the hall and took a moment to get his bearings.\par \tab A sound he heard and realized that was what had gotten his attention in the first place. It was dark in the hall save for a small nite light by the bathroom. Floating along he moved up the hall to the end of it. On one side there was a large bedroom of which was the parents\rquote bedroom. The \ldblquote father\rdblquote had still not come home, he was a firefighter by all the firefighter paraphernalia stuff about.\tab\par \tab Across from that room was Amelia\rquote s room. There was something going on within. Easily Skyler the Ghost-Spirit moved effortlessly thru the door and into the room. It was dimly lit with a soft glow from a small fish tank. On the bed Amelia was on her hands and knees. She was naked. Behind her was her brother Craig pumping her.\par \tab Hmmmmm\par \tab The boy (well, man) was right at the brink of orgasm. He slapped his sister\rquote s ass and pounded her. The girl rolled her face into her pillows and furiously fingered her pussy.\par \tab Her brother finally achieved his goal and pumped even more furiously, straining and convulsing until he had fully achieved the goal to the ultimate satisfaction. He pumped a little more while his sister fingered herself a little more.\par \tab She was seventeen. In the time since she had entered into high school a year earlier, and then subsequently graduated a year earlier, and going on to college a year earlier (than most), she had become a bitch--to Tray. The two didn\rquote t seem to get along. She was more civil to the younger two of the family, and apparently \ldblquote friendly\rdblquote with the first born. But it was Tray of whom she and he fought, bickered, and strove hard to get the other in trouble.\par \tab Typical brother and sister stuff actually.\par \tab Craig pulled out, slapped his sister\rquote s dancing ass with his cock and sat his ass on his heels--stroking his pecker as it softened. Amelia continued fingering herself. She hadn\rquote t achieved orgasm. She lay to her side continuing her efforts.\par \tab Craig\rquote s cock had softened, it had shriveled up to a measly four inches but had remained \ldblquote thick.\rdblquote he stroked, fondled, beat, tugged, and strove to get it hard again.\page\tab\ldblquote Suck it!\rdblquote he said.\par \tab\ldblquote No fucking way!\rdblquote his sister seethed at him.\par \tab\ldblquote Come on, please?\rdblquote he begged.\par \tab\ldblquote NO!\rdblquote she almost shouted.\par \tab\ldblquote Suck my balls, then!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Bite me!\rdblquote\par \tab Craig smiled and re-positioned his sister onto her backside, opening her legs. Down onto her cunny he went and began noshing. Skyler smiled to himself--if a ghost-spirit whatever could smile to himself. \par \tab Craig traveled his tongue all about his sister\rquote s inflamed fuckable cunny. It was too dark to tell if she was a virgin or not and the boy\rquote s head was in the way, as well. Skyler presumed she wasn\rquote t. Craig went up from the fevered cunny and tongue the girl\rquote s belly button, then went up to nosh a bit on the titties. His cock WAS stiff and he lay it on the girl\rquote s poon, lightly humping to his delight.\par \tab Soon the two were kissing. Deep incredible passionate kissing. Arms and legs akimbo, bodies meshing and the room stinking of sex sweat. \par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t!\rdblquote said Amelia suddenly breaking the lip lock from her amorous brother, \ldblquote Stop it!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Aw, come off it, Ames,\rdblquote pleaded the boy, \ldblquote you know you want to. I\rquote ve already cum, I cant cum again, let me put it in you.\rdblquote\par \tab Amelia wasn\rquote t budging.\par \tab\ldblquote Then suck it!\rdblquote he was persistent. Typical male horn dog.\par \tab Amelia frigged her pussy and the brother went down on her again.\par \tab This time he spent time there; licking, sipping, nipping, tugging, and furiously tonguing the girl\rquote s cunny. She became quite wet and excited, back arched and \ldblquote fucking\rdblquote her brother\rquote s face.\par \tab Then, when she right at the apex of her orgasm, Craig stopped and slid his tongue up her body. Amelia went nuts and tried fingering herself to get her orgasm. But Craig pinned her arms down and thusly her hands thusly preventing her from doing herself.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh, you son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Hey, don\rquote t call mom a bitch!\rdblquote chided Craig.\par \tab\ldblquote Asshole!\rdblquote\par \tab Craig said nothing but lay on the girl, grinding his cock against her near womanhood. He pressed his schlong hard against her, Amelia panted, breathed hard, and cussed under her breath.\page\tab\ldblquote Asshole!\rdblquote she stated again. She parted her legs more and made a subtle nod. \ldblquote Alright.\rdblquote then, \ldblquote You\rquote d better not cum in me, or get me pregnant!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry, I wont. I promise!\rdblquote famous last words of a horn dog.\par \par \pard\nowidctlpar\qc **\par \pard\nowidctlpar\par \tab Leanne Koy. Another strange girl, like Kathy. She was twelve, tall, and kinda pretty. Tight jeans, long face, long neck, flat chest. Long silky red hair, though.\par \tab\lquote Hmmmmm.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Hmmmmm, what?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Well, it seems as though she doesn\rquote t have any panties.\rquote\par \tab\lquote What!\rdblquote the boy almost shrieked out loud.\par \tab It was a new day. Skyler wasn\rquote t too sure WHAT day, if it was the NEXT day or the day after that, or what. As a spirit or whatever he was, time really didn\rquote t have meaning.\par \tab It was just after lunch, the day was busy with throngs of students bustling here and there. \lquote I\rquote ve found a place.\rquote The Voice in Tray\rquote s Head said.\par \tab\lquote What? Huh?\rquote\par \tab\lquote You want some private time with that chick there, don\rquote t ya?\rquote\par \tab Tray gulped and sweated and had a boner.\par \par \tab The room was a storage room. Just off the corner from where the flat chested Julie Sharp stood. Tray sort kinda liked her, they DID talk to one another, that was a plus. They shared choir class together and one time had detention. Tray had half an hour before his next class, which was study hall and he could sorta screw that off.\par \tab Julie Sharp. Not a \ldblquote sharp\rdblquote dresser. Kinda tight jeans, kinda. A loose boy\rquote s shirt, flat chest, kinda okay ass--kinda. Long silky red hair, and a sweet smile.\par \tab Once in the storage room the Voice in Tray\rquote s Head made quick work of getting Julie naked. One lone bulb provided the light. The room was cluttered with desks and tables and other school crap. Skyler worked quickly, and he wasn\rquote t too sure how he was able to do it, but he had the girl under his control--that was cool.\par \tab Her boy\rquote s shirt was removed, she wore a AAA bra. Barely anything there worth covering or supporting. The bra was dropped off and then, down came the pants. And she WASN\rquote T wearing any panties!\page\tab Once butt naked she was helped up onto one of the crummy tables, her legs opened up and Tray had a real good look at her. \lquote Wow.\rquote he said. Skyler looked upon the girl, well--she was a girl. There were better choices, but at the time\'85\par \tab Julie was a virgin. Which made the next step interesting. When she was butt bare assed naked, and hoisted up onto a table, Tray \ldblquote examined\rdblquote her, taking her fully in. His mind was in a blur as he quickly ran through all the girls he knew and who would resemble Julie before him. Tray took a few precious moment to drink her in, closely scrutinize her cunny and be learned on how to determine a Virgin poon from a Slut.\par \tab Julie was virgin--it was hoped that one of the girls he knew would reveal how to determine a slut. Tray ran his hands over the nude girl\rquote s body, centering his attention to her poon.\par \tab He hadn\rquote t realized, but he was nude, as well.\par \tab Slowly he stepped up to the girl, gliding his cock up and down the virgin entrance. He was near petrified with fear--fear of the unknown. Tray definitely wanted to fuck--there was no doubt about that. He just needed a little encouraging.\par \tab Thankfully, the Voice in His Head was there to help.\par \par \tab Virgin fucking. Tray thought he could used to it. It was different and extremely invigorating--far better than humping his hand (or bed.) The Voice in His Head guided him thru the motions and when the fucking of the virgin Julie Sharp commenced, the Voice in Tray\rquote s Head felt the sensation, as well.\par \tab His hands went all over the girl, sucking on her flat titties with his cock going to the extremes in her pussy. The blood coated on his cock was a little frightening. And since the girl didn\rquote t have panties to clean her pussy off or the boy\rquote s dick, her bra would have to do.\par \tab Thereafter the garment would simply be tossed.\par \tab Tray needed a moment or two to recover. His cock ached. Big time. His balls were sore, his thighs and even his ass muscles.\par \tab\lquote Wanna do it again?\rquote The Voice in His Head asked.\par \tab\lquote Hell ya!\rquote\par \par \tab Study Hall.\par \tab It sucked but he could skate thru it, actually study or goof off drawing. Tray was actually a pretty good drawer, lots of details to his drawings of knights, dragons, and big busted bitches from Hell.\page\tab Trela Burrns. Another \ldblquote odd\rdblquote classmate. She sat off to Tray\rquote s left; a short-short purple skirt with a blouse of purple daisies. She was kinda strange looking with flat face and small teeth. She was okay, though, actually. Nice firm titties and very seldom caught in pants or jeans, etc.\par \tab They knew one another, walked home together (as a group) and occasionally young Tray jerked his gherkin off thinking about her. Trela was one of the few who wore dresses or skirts year round--including the summer. \par \tab Tray doodled. There was some math homework he could do, some English and social studies, too. But he was more in tune with a big busted demon from Hell riding a dragon. As he doodled, the Voice in His Head took note of the subject Trela.\par \tab\lquote Hey, take a look to nine o\rquote clock.\rquote\par \tab Slowly Tray complied.\par \tab\lquote Holy shit!\rquote Trela was twiddling her hair, chewing on one end, flapping her right leg open and shut, open and shut--revealing a pair of matching purple panties. The crotch could be seen and it was enticing.\par \tab Was she doing it on purpose or what!?\par \tab In the Study Hall which was held on the 2\super nd\nosupersub floor, the room was not well stocked with studiers. Four boys, five girls--including Trela. The room monitor was a dopey sleepy history teacher who was busy grading papers, and napping.\par \tab One door into the class. Tray and Trela in the very back row. The desks were large ones, old green heavily ornate type from a bygone era long gone, but the desks were still sound (and cheap!)\par \tab Suddenly, Trela looked to Tray. She smiled. She sorta kinda winked at him and conveyed a mischievous devilish face. When her leg flopped to the \ldblquote open\rdblquote position, she left it there.\par \tab\lquote Whoa!\rquote quipped Tray. \lquote What else can you make her do?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Sorry, kid, I aint messn\rquote with her, she\rquote s messin\rquote with you!\rquote\par \tab\lquote Huh?\rquote\par \tab\lquote I aint got nothing to do with it, she\rquote s operating on her own.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Whoa!\rquote the kid drawled.\par \par \tab On her own, odd classmate Trela blatantly turned to face Tray, parting her legs and letting him have a serious looksee at her goodies. Tray had a raging boner going--strong and demanding. Methodically he gouged the heel of his hand into his bone--he had just minutes earlier fucked his first girl and was aching do it again. (and again--and again--and again\'85)\page\tab Trela seemed willing enough.\par \tab After a few minutes of polite teasing the strange classmate began working her purple panties down! Slowly she eased the undergarment down and when at her knees she quickly pulled them down and off tucking them into her desk. No one noticed. Trela then parted her legs again and revealed a dark fur patch of extreme goodness.\par \tab Tray was near cumming off in his jeans.\par \tab\lquote Take it out!\rquote mouthed the strange classmate.\par \tab Tray reared his head back. \lquote Dude, she-she wants me to take it out. My dick? She wants me to take my dick out!\rquote\par \tab\lquote Yeah, seems so, huh?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Soooo, wh-what should I do?\rquote\par \tab\lquote I think that\rquote d be obvious, dumbass\'85\rquote\par \tab Tray gulped. \lquote Take my dick out in class?\rquote he was almost wailing.\par \tab\lquote Sure, why the hell not.\rquote then, \lquote If anyone notices I\rquote ll take care of it.\rquote\par \tab\lquote You will, how?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Don\rquote t worry about it--just whip your dick out and whatever.\rquote\par \tab Tray was sweating, gulping for air.\par \tab Trela was fingering her bare naked pussy. She had her skirt pulled up and revealing quite a bit of skin. She was teasing but Skyler wondered if she was a \ldblquote tease\rdblquote , a bitch, or up to something else.\par \tab Tray slowly unfurled his schlong. Trela giggled and blushed, but ogled the dong just the same.\par \tab\lquote Jerk it.\rquote cooed the Voice.\par \tab Tray gulped, sweated, and slowly leaned back in his swivel desk chair and did just that, but slowly. He mostly flopped his prong before the weird girl, she mouthed that she wanted to see his \ldblquote balls\rdblquote \lquote show me your balls\rquote she mouthed.\par \tab Tray was totally mystified.\par \tab\lquote You sure you\rquote re not doing anything?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Not me, mate!\rquote grinned Skyler.\par \tab\lquote Damn\'85\rquote the boy drawled to himself.\par \par \tab When class was over, it was lunch time. Tray and Trela dashed to the storage room he had been in only recently. (When Julie had come out of her stupor, and was in the girl\rquote s bathroom down the hall--she was a little perplexed at her broken cunny. She didn\rquote t freak out or anything, she had a bloody pussy that hurt and she chalked it up to having her period.)\page\tab Trela sat on the same desk. Her purple undies she handed off to Tray, \ldblquote You can have them.\rdblquote she said with a smile. Tray took the offering, Trela pulled off her shirt and then slid down her skirt. A small AA bra she wore. She ditched that, too.\par \tab She sat naked and Tray stood dumbfounded.\par \tab\lquote Hmmmm.\rquote said his Voice.\par \tab\lquote What?\rquote Tray asked.\par \tab\lquote Oh, I was just musing.\rquote Skyler, the Voice, could see clearly that the girl was NOT a virgin.\par \tab He found that he couldn\rquote t quite connect with the girl, he could control her if he wanted, but what he wanted was her mind--to Q&A her. That he couldn\rquote t do, not yet anyways. He could control if he wanted--but there was no need.\par \tab Tray slid his pants down and stood with a \lquote rail on.\rquote\par \tab He moved to her and was going to \ldblquote stick\rdblquote her.\par \tab\lquote Slow down, Little Dude, don\rquote t just stick \lquote em and leave \lquote em.\rquote\par \tab Tray had to little to learn about fucking.\par \tab He went down on the girl, in part he acted with natural horn dog instincts, there was cooing encouragement from the Voice in His Head, too. But after a few minutes of earnest tonguing, his cock demanded attention.\par \tab\lquote I gotta put it in her!\rquote he begged.\par \tab\lquote Go ahead.\rquote\par \tab It was pleasurable for the both of them. Skyler felt as if though he had had an orgasm himself!\par \par \tab The sensation was beyond belief. When screwing the hapless Julie Skyler had felt incredible senses he couldn\rquote t describe. Then, with Trela it was ten fold and then some. Busting a girl\rquote s cherry was one thing, and it was good. But pumping into Trela was different. Her poon was still snug and that was good. But the girl was not under mind control and therefore she fucked back! The humping back onto Tray\rquote s schlong made the ordeal all the better. All the better.\par \tab When he had cum, and he came a lot, he stumbled back some and stood on nimble shaky legs. He was totally bewildered. Totally. He stroked his softening schlong and stared at Trela\rquote s cum dripping cunt. The girl frigged her pussy, bit her lips and achieved multiple orgasms.\par \tab Then--THEN the weird classmate slid off of the table and onto her knees. She took Tray\rquote s limped out bone and began SUCKING it. She fondled his balls and sucked his cock wholly.\page\tab It was obsession from then on. Every girl he knew (or met) he wanted to fuck. Seeing her naked just wouldn\rquote t do, he had to stick his dick into her, fuck, and then go in her mouth.\par \tab\lquote There\rquote s the asshole, too, Little Dude, don\rquote t forget the asshole!\rquote\par \tab On their way home, sighting once more Kathy Whatt, Tray was still nervous but agreeable about \ldblquote taking her.\rdblquote Into the alley they went (again) and behind the dumpster. Then, it was Tray who had the task of rendering the young classmate naked.\par \tab He was semi obsessed with her young titties. After getting her pants off he stared at her clad only in her panties.\par \tab\lquote Say, uh, Little Dude,\rquote spoke up the Voice in His Head, \lquote uhm, you ever consider anything with your sister?\rquote and he didn\rquote t mention which one.\par \tab\lquote Huh? What? Are you crazy? No way!\rquote\par \tab\lquote Really, are you sure?\rquote\par \tab No, he wasn\rquote t. he gulped and stared down to Kathy\rquote s crotch.\par \tab Then he rolled a shoulder. \lquote Maybe.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Amelia?\rquote asked the Voice.\par \tab\lquote Well, who else?\rquote\par \tab\lquote Well, there\rquote s Gabby.\rquote\par \tab\lquote Gabby!? Fuck, Dude, she\rquote s only four!\rquote\par \tab\lquote Yeah, and? What\rquote s your point? Don\rquote t you know you can fuck a girl at virtually any age? You don\rquote t really even have to go INTO the girl, just hump on her pussy, get it all coated with your cum and you can do a nice job without hurting or poking her.\rquote\par \tab Tray was quite. He was thinking about it. In his mind, and since Skyler was occupying space therein he could see, Tray had a blazing image of little sister Gabby, in the bathroom, naked.\par \par \tab With Kathy\rquote s panties off, Tray lay on the girl pumping into her steadily. She was a virgin. Was. She squirmed and made some faces, groaned and moaned and bled.\par \tab Tray wasn\rquote t too keen on the blood coating his winky--his balls, or thighs. It was kinda gross. \lquote Part of the process, Little Dude.\rquote\par \tab Tray wiped the girl\rquote s cunny down using her own panties, then his cock and balls got cleaned off. Skyler was in ecstasy himself having received as much of the unique experience as had his host.\par \tab The boy lay on the girl and noshed on her titties and humped her fresh fucked cunny a bit more; then, with the Voice in His Head\rquote s guidance, Tray locked the girl\rquote s legs back and drilled her equally virgin asshole.\page\tab Brother Craig wasn\rquote t home. He was actually working! Big sister Amelia was at some school function and wouldn\rquote t be home for a while. The daddy was at work, the mother worked out and asleep on the sofa. Little bothersome brother Vance at a friends. That left little Gabby.\par \tab Quietly she played in her room, but upon hearing her brother Tray home ran to him squealing.\par \tab\ldblquote Shhhhhhhh, Momma\rquote s sleeping!\rdblquote he scolded the girl.\par \tab Gabby fretted and frowned, Tray hugged her and she was better.\par \tab To keep her in a good mood and from squealing or getting ansy, Tray had to play with her a while. They went to the room the little girl was now sharing with seven year old brother Vance. This allowed Tray to have a room of his own and thusly put him in a better mood. \lquote course, he had to keep up his chores, keep a good report card, be nice, not get into trouble, etc.\par \tab Mixed clothes of Vance and Gabby were everywhere. Tray\rquote s Host sighted in on the panties and smiled. The kids played, Skyler took a break and dosed off--he was tired, inhabiting someone\rquote s else\rquote s noggin was tough!\par \par Reality Check!\par \tab The hum of the highway got louder and louder. Jake finally swore and eased the truck over. \ldblquote Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote he bitched.\par \tab\ldblquote What up?\rdblquote Skyler asked stepping out rubbing his eyes and back.\par \tab\ldblquote That fucker!\rdblquote Jake swore as he kicked the tire--the new tire the old man at he garage had put on. The tread was peeling off. \ldblquote It\rquote s a fucking recap!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote How fucked are we?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Fucked.\rdblquote\par \tab The spare hadn\rquote t been replaced so they were\'85\par \tab Fucked.\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote m gonna get that bastard.\rdblquote\par \tab Not a car in sight, middle of the morning. It was kinda cool. Skyler kinda ill. Jake seethingly pissed off to the max. Skyler laid back down to see if he could \ldblquote dream\rdblquote again--or whatever the hell was happening to him\'85\par \par \tab His sleep was disrupted, however, some time later. The desert scene was not as dark as it had been, it was quite cool, air was pleasant and all that, he had had a dreamless sleep, or one whereas he couldn\rquote t or return to the one he had been inhabiting. Bumsville.\page\tab Climbing out of the truck he found Jake hard at work; the SUV was jacked up and a tire was going on in place of the tire that was off to one side. \ldblquote Put that back in the back, would ya.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Sure.\rdblquote Skyler said.\par \tab\ldblquote Gonna go back to that grisly bastard and shove it up his ass.\rdblquote\par \tab Skyler had no doubt. He rolled the tire to the back of the truck and put it in. Then cocked his head to one side looking down the side of the truck.\par \tab\ldblquote Where\rquote d you get the spare?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote It\rquote s the original spare, or the one that got changed that was flat.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Soooo, yer putting on a flat tire?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote No, found some anti flat stuff, took two cans. I think if we drive slow it should be okay.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote We turning around, going back.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Fucking-A!\rdblquote\par \tab Jake was pissed. The old man and his wife were in for it.\par \tab Jake was dirty and grimy from his work on the tire changing. He sat near exhausted in the truck. \ldblquote Fucking old bastard.\rdblquote he was really-really pissed.\par \tab Instead of making a quick \ldblquote U\rdblquote -turn in the middle of the highway right off, he went rolling straight ahead for a little bit, not wanting to chance blowing the tire on a turn. That would be bad.\par \tab At thirty miles per the truck seemed to be doing pretty good. He got it up to 40, then 45, touched 50 and Skyler shook his head, \ldblquote I hear something.\rdblquote Jake seethed and slowed the truck down without hitting the brakes hard.\par \tab They checked the tires. All seemed well. The suspect tire was hot, but so were the others.\par \tab Jake looked kinda angrily at Skyler, Skyler shrugged, \ldblquote I heard something, I did!\rdblquote\par \tab Jake shook his head and plopped back into the truck.\par \tab\ldblquote Hey, take a look at that.\rdblquote Skyler said climbing back and scrambling to relocate the binoculars.\par \tab At an angle out in the desert a trail of dust was kicked up.\par \tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote Skyler said.\par \tab\ldblquote Ghash?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Looks like.\rdblquote\par \tab And he was hauling ass.\page\par \pard\nowidctlpar\qc *\par \pard\nowidctlpar\par \tab Not chancing going hauling ass crossing desert-scape again, Jake motored down to where there was a desert road. It was dusty, bumpy, rutted, and rattled both nerves and steel. Just as Jake could get going up to speed he had to slow down. Skyler tried keeping a lock on the ass hauling pickup of Packard, but it wasn\rquote t easy. The contours of the landscape was a bitch.\par \tab There came a crossroads and a spot where there were the remains of old houses. Skyler couldn\rquote t imagine why the fuck anyone would want to live so fucking far out from anyone or anywhere. The new road was not as bad as the access to it and Jake was able to get good speed.\par \tab\ldblquote Might want to slow it down a bit.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Why?\rdblquote asked Jake.\par \tab\ldblquote Two reasons--don\rquote t want to let ole scum bucket we\rquote re coming after him--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote And two?\rdblquote\par \tab Skyler didn\rquote t get to answer.\par \tab Suddenly they were flying down a small hill into a dry river bed.\par \tab At break neck speeds, though, the truck sailed across the 1,000 yard wide river and hurled up the other side, FLYING over the top of the hill and smacking down onto the next new road.\par \tab\ldblquote SON-OF-A-FUCKING-BITCH!\rdblquote bellowed Jake.\par \tab\ldblquote WHEW!\rdblquote screamed Skyler. That was a ride!\par \par \tab The land was not all flat, it had contours, dips, valleys, and small hills. Rock ridges dotted the landscape and after an hour\rquote s pursuit the boys came to another SUV, a government type. It was a ranger\rquote s truck, and the \ldblquote ranger\rdblquote was laying on the road with a HUGE gaping bloody hole in the middle of his chest. He had been shot dead.\par \tab For a while the boys stood still. Ghash. It had to have been Ghash. It was the reason Ghash was hauling ass across the desert.\par \tab It was time for reconsideration. To continue on and pursue the deranged fuck, or leave him the hell alone.\par \tab\ldblquote Whattya want to do?\rdblquote Skyler asked as he slumped back into their own SUV.\par \tab\ldblquote I-I dunno.\rdblquote Jake answered.\par \tab\ldblquote Ghash is fucking whacked.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote No shit.\rdblquote\par \tab A promise, though, had been made to Lommans family, to rescue the twin six year olds. Jake had doubts they were alive, though. \par \tab\ldblquote I dunno,\rdblquote Skyler said, \ldblquote he\rquote s getting fucking dangerous.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Do you think you can do anything to him?\rdblquote\par \tab Skyler shrugged, he didn\rquote t know, his Contraptions seemed to be on the fritz. His mind was frapped and he couldn\rquote t make sense of it one way or the other.\par \tab\par \tab\ldblquote This would be a real bitch of a place to get stranded.\rdblquote spoke Skyler--a slight conveyance that maybe jetting across the desert wasn\rquote t the wisest idea. Jake slowed and pulled up to a stop at the top of a small hill. After waiting a moment or two for the dust to settle, they scanned the area for Ghash\rquote s ride.\par \tab It was spotted, several-several miles away at a grouping of boulders. One lone road led out to the site.\par \tab\ldblquote That fucker knows this desert.\rdblquote Jake spat.\par \tab\ldblquote We cant sneak up on him.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Not hardly.\rdblquote\par \tab It was day, a couple of hours it had been day and it was going to be warm, too.\par \tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote drawled Jake, \ldblquote we might be able to.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote To what?\rdblquote Skyler asked.\par \tab\ldblquote Well, we\rquote d have to go this way, only this ridge, drop down to the floor, and come up to the boulders from behind.\rdblquote\par \tab Skyler looked along the route Jake was planning. It didn\rquote t look promising. If the truck was a little better shape, better tires, four-wheel drive, and etc., maybe. The desert was rough, and damn doubly so off-road.\par \tab\ldblquote Whattya thinkin\rquote about?\rdblquote Jake asked of his friend.\par \tab\ldblquote How far away the highway is\'85\rdblquote he smiled to Jake.\par \tab\ldblquote Asshole.\rdblquote\par \par \tab Twice the 5,000 lbs. SUV nearly toppled over. Three times it bottomed out, got hung up on small ridges and valleys, stuck between unforeseen gullies. It also got stuck--several times.\par \tab Finally, though, near noon- o\rquote clock, they rolled up to the lee side of the great mound of boulders. It was god awful hot out, somewhere in the mid teens of one hundred plus. The water and sodas they had in the ice chest was okay, cold water. \page\tab After dousing themselves with the ice chest water they slipped out to the shade of the rocks, all the wary that Packard Ghash was one not to trifle with.\tab\par \tab The truck of Ghash\rquote s was there as well as an old rusting small blade tractor and other pieces of small mining equipment. It was another mining location. There was a natural cave entrance that was boarded up, but passable. With no sign of Ghash about, it was safe to assume the murdering butcherer was inside.\par \tab\ldblquote Any ideas?\rdblquote Skyler asked.\par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote re the one with the narly powers.\rdblquote Jake yapped back.\par \tab Skyler was iffy on those \ldblquote narly powers.\rdblquote Losing control in the presence of Packard wasn\rquote t a good thing. \par \tab\ldblquote You know, them kids are probably dead. Are close to it with Packard having them.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Or dropped down a mine shaft,\rdblquote Skyler added, this is another mine and there\rquote s probably a shaft somewhere.\rdblquote\par \tab Jake sat in silence in the shade of the boulders. He was coated in grime and dirt, he was hot and sweaty and frazzled. Strongly did he yearn to be back at Breezy\rquote s. Skyler dinked with the Contraptions One-Two-Three-Four.\par \par \tab\ldblquote You see me?\rdblquote \par \tab\ldblquote Not sure,\rdblquote Jake replied.\par \tab\ldblquote Whattya mean?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Well, there\rquote s something there, a shimmering. And I hear something, like a whine.\rdblquote\par \tab Jake stood against the boulders, the afternoon was getting hotter and hotter and he thought he\rquote d pass the fuck out. If this mess didn\rquote t get going or something, he was apt to break the promise made to Charles Lommans and go the fuck home! (after paying a return visit to the old man and Pa\rquote s Gaage!)\par \tab Suddenly, before his eyes he saw the shimmer completely disappear.\par \tab The whine was gone, too.\par \tab Cautiously he stretched out his hand--and found his sweaty friend.\par \tab\ldblquote Everything good?\rdblquote Jake asked.\par \tab\ldblquote We\rquote ll see.\rdblquote well, that was helpful.\par \tab Skyler returned to visible mode, Jake gripped him at the back of the pants and Skyler initiated the Invisible Mode. And so they were.\page\tab The door to the hidden secluded mine was heavy timber and tin and a mix of whatever to make a suitable heavy door. Squeezing in without making a fuss about it was an effort. A strong stench of putrid rotting \ldblquote something\rdblquote greeted them as they struggled with the door. They only parted it just so to allow them to slip in. The door was not upright but laying at a 30 degree angle.\par \tab Along with the putrid stench, there was a cooling. That was welcome. The further they crept along the rough skin of the boulder the cooler it got. There was a flickering light and an annoying sound.\par \tab\ldblquote Someone out there?\rdblquote barked Ghash, followed by a \ldblquote click.\rdblquote\par \tab The boys held firm against the boulder wall, once in \ldblquote invisible\rdblquote mode, it was uncertain if they were STILL in invisible mode. \par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t move.\rdblquote Skyler whispered.\par \tab\ldblquote Good idea.\rdblquote Jake returned sarcastically.\par \tab There was light from around the corner of the small tunnel, the floor was littered with mining debris. The putrid stench had lessoned and wasn\rquote t all that putrid after all.\par \tab Packard Ghash suddenly slipped around the corner, he was naked, cum dripping form his cock. His eyes were wild, he seethed and was sweating--sex sweat. He shone a dim lit flashlight into the dark passageway, blinked his eyes and the light shone right onto Skyler\rquote s face.\par \tab The man gulped, scratched his balls and let out his breath in a sigh.\par \tab He mumbled something under his breath and then turned away. Skyler and Jake held onto the wall, eyes closed. \lquote That was fucking close.\rquote\par \par \tab A few feet around the corner the passage opened up and dropped down some. It was way cooler. The area was like an underground cave having a span of about fifteen feet across. Off-center was a hole. A rope ladder the way down into the dark abyss.\par \tab Scattered all about were tools and equipment left behind by the miners of whenever they had been mining. Scattered all about the cave, too, were young\rquote uns. A pair of six year olds among them.\par \tab There was a teenage girl--TWO teenage girls, two young boys, and a pair of Chinese girls. Both teen girls were nude. One was black and had what appeared to be a tennis ball crammed in her well fucked asshole. Another ball was in her mouth. Her hands were tied securely behind her and her black body showed signs of a serious beating by a fan belt or something similar.\page\par \tab The other teen girl lay on her back, staring blankly upward to the ceiling. She didn\rquote t move, not bat an eye or twitch. She lay still, rigid. Slowly she breathed, though, she had just been raped. The light wasn\rquote t so good so determining if she had had her cherry busted or not was not clear.\par \tab The clothing of the other children was messed up, torn, ripped, and very-very dirty, but they were still clothed and so they had not been \ldblquote dealt\rdblquote with yet. Yet. They probably had been felt out, spanked, or something, but not sexed up. Not yet.\par \tab Ghash returned to the white teen girl and smacked her inner thighs. She parted them. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back she lay on. She gulped once and the murderous man mounted the teen and dragged his wicked cock against her.\par \tab The girl, a one Crystal McCoy, gulped, sweated, and tightened up, but remained still and quiet and staring up to the ceiling. Ghash humped on her cunny, mauled her breasts, tweaking the nipples as he did so. The fifteen year old tossed her head side to side in disgust. This only enraged the man on top of her and he placed his mouth on her for a forcible kiss.\par \tab The black teen on her knees, ass up, face down, pooped out the tennis ball crammed in her asshole. She fell over with a thud, exhausted from her task. Another ball was in her mouth and not so easily expelled. Angrily, Ghash rushed to her and assailed with his hands spanking her relentlessly. Then, finding a long handled tool on the ground, sodomized the girl with it ruthlessly.\par \tab All this created quite the crying festival from the others. Most had pissed themselves.\par \tab\lquote Can you DO anything?\rquote inquired Jake to Skyler.\par \tab\lquote No, not without risking exposing ourselves.\rquote\par \tab\lquote We might have to if this gets too far out of hand.\rquote\par \par Too far out of hand\par \tab Fifteen year old blond haired Crystal McCoy wriggled some. Her abductor left the distraught tennis phenom and went to her, running hands up and down her body, squeezing nipples and making her wriggle more. He turned his attention to the boys.\par \tab\ldblquote Stand up.\rdblquote he told one of the boys.\par \tab The oldest boy, a boy about 12 yrs or so stood, his hand bound behind. Dark hair, dark eyes, not a bad body (for a boy.) His shirt was ripped off of him and then his pants and underwear yanked down.\page\tab Packard fondled the boy\rquote s penis, tugging on the member and squeezing the boy\rquote s balls. His other hand was busy, as well, fondling the boy\rquote s ass--finger fucking his asshole.\par \tab\ldblquote Come here.\rdblquote Ghash demanded of the girl, Crystal.\par \tab Struggling to regain herself she sat up on her knees and scooted over. She knew what was up. She was mouth-to-cock level. The boy had never had a \ldblquote blow-job\rdblquote before, but had heard of them. And as Crystal began her task, Ghash filmed the deed with his video camera! The dog!\par \par \tab Crystal slurped on the boy\rquote s cock like a pro. Under dire duress she admitted to giving head to her three brothers--two older boys and one younger. No one else.\par \tab Did the boys fuck her, too?\par \tab No.\par \tab Really?\par \tab A little.\par \tab A little?\par \tab They humped on her, no actual penetration. The two older boys licked her cunny and jacked off onto her. The younger one humped her ass (no penetration) and licked her bung hole. All three sucked her titties and peed on her. She went to church with no panties on and had sex with her oldest brother in one of the pews just after the conclusion of services while peoples were out in the foyer.\par \tab While at choir practice and before anyone really showed up, she and the second oldest brother got into the baptismal water and peed in it and she sucked him off UNDER WATER!\par \tab All this admission was caught on tape. It also caused the boy she had sucked, Blake Quince, to get extremely hard. Crystal laid out again, under direction of Packard, and the boy was laid onto her. After a few struggling moments Packard undone the boy\rquote s hands so he could better support himself.\par \tab\ldblquote If you cause any trouble, motherfucker, you\rquote ll regret it. Got it?\rdblquote Ghash seethed to the boy.\par \tab Blake nodded, gulped, and commenced with the fucking.\par \par \tab Blake liked. A lot. It was a new unique sensation and he didn\rquote t need much coaching once started. Ghash smacked the boy\rquote s ass now and then, squeezed the cheeks and dug a finger into the boy\rquote s rectum. Crystal opened her legs and seemed to \ldblquote fuck\rdblquote back.\page\tab While Blake (and Crystal) rested from the arduous fuck, Ghash looked over the others. A ten year old boy was the only other boy of the group. Ghash went to him, yanking his pants and underwear down to his ankles, locking his ankles together and lifting his legs up. He then began squeezing the boy\rquote s ass, fingering his ultra tight virgin poop chute, and tugging the hairless tezzies through his closed legs.\par \tab The two Chinese girls and the two twin girls watched in awe. They were all cried out from the harrowing ordeal. A look was all that was needed from their abductor--eleven year old Suzanne Wong got \ldblquote the look\rdblquote and crawled over to him and the hapless boy.\par \tab\ldblquote Suck him, suck his balls.\rdblquote\par \tab The girl wore a school uniform, private school. It was in tatters, torn and rent and very dirty. She had not only peed in her panties, she had pooped in them, too. As she bent over sucking on ten year old Paul\rquote s balls, Ghash worked the girl\rquote s soiled panties down.\par \tab Her plaid skirt was torn off and used to wipe her ass and thighs clean. The dirtied garment then was tossed into the mine shaft pit. Sobbing some, the girl continued sucking on the boy\rquote s testicles. Her hands, too, were bound but undone. She was warned about making a fuss of any kind. He then got behind her and as she held Paul\rquote s legs up, Ghash mounted her and drove his cock into her dirt chute.\par \par \tab While Ghash sodomized and Suzzane sucked, Blake filmed.\par \tab Ghash emptied a tremendous load of hot spunk into the girl\rquote s ass, e pulled out and shot more spunk onto her ass cheeks (for the money shot.) Blake had to come closer with the video camera to get all the juicy scene.\par \tab There was more to film, though.\par \tab Young Chinese girl Kim Wong, sibling of Suzanne, had to come to give head to Blake. Blake had to continue filming as the eight year was stripped naked and then put into position. While she nervously performed the deed, she was spanked and finger fucked in the ass. The girl\rquote s sister begged and pleaded. This only pissed Ghash off and he threatened to fuck the girl (Kim) in the ass with the tool he had fucked the black girl with if she (Suzanne) didn\rquote t settle down and \ldblquote shut the fuck up!\rdblquote\par \tab Reluctantly, Suzanne did.\par \par \tab Nextly, Paul settled on Crystal\rquote s face, his testicles in her mouth. The boy lay down on the girl while the twelve year old boy got behind the boy and \ldblquote entered\rdblquote him. Suzanne operated the video camera\'85\page\tab When young Paul had a \ldblquote bone of his own\rdblquote , he lay on his back, legs stretched out while young eight year old Kim settled on him, Paul\rquote s cock sliding into Kim\rquote s snatch. Suzanne bawling and sobbing continued filming.\par \par \tab The tennis pro got more attention as she once more pooped the tennis ball stuffed in her asshole. Angrily Ghash pulled the ball that was in her mouth out and tossed it into the mine shaft pit, then with the pooped out tennis ball--he crammed it into her mouth. While the girl retched and gagged, Ghash sodomized the girl--roughly.\par \par \tab Suzanne trembled some, but no longer sobbed or cried. She held the video camera and focused it on the new scene--boys Blake and Paul double teaming Crystal. Blake pounded steadily into the teen\rquote s poon while young Paul pumped in her backdoor. The three lay on their sides with Crystal pulling her leg up so as the \ldblquote penetration\rdblquote action could be well captured.\par \tab When the boys were fucked out, neither of them cumming off, Ghash once more sunk his wicked bone into the hapless girl, pounding into her gash with a fierceness that caused serious bruising to her inner thighs and some bleeding to her pussy.\par \tab He fucked himself silly and then backed away--he called for both Suzanne and Kim to come to him--and suck him. While one sucked his bone the other noshed on his fuzzies. Neither girl relished the idea and wailed about it. This only prompted the deranged murderer to \ldblquote wail\rdblquote on the girls; he grabbed Suzanne first, pinning her against him and whipping her ass with his hand before throwing her back and grabbing the screaming Kim.\par \tab Kim enraged the murderous demon and he flung her onto her back and straddled her, slapping her face until the hysterical child was so stunned she couldn\rquote t respond. Ghash stuffed her young poon and seriously raped her with much vigor and vim. The others who watched were unable to react to do anything--including the two stunned unseen interlopers.\par \par \tab How she did it was not exactly known, but she WAS tall and nimble. The black girl, the tennis phenom had somehow worked her arms that had been bound behind her about her legs to the front of her. Packard Ghash was exhausted and worn out and passed out. He lay off to one side. The other kids had gathered to themselves to one side of the mine shaft pit, save for Crystal who hadn\rquote t moved since her rape.\page\tab Ghash had stuffed her mouth and asshole with tennis balls, risking being beaten silly or worse, she had pooped the tennis ball in her asshole out again. The one in her mouth she had p-tooied out, too. Then, with arms no longer bound behind her (but her hands still secured) she grabbed up a forgotten miner\rquote s long handled iron tool--and brought down onto the slumbering unsuspecting Packard Ghash\rquote s head. HARD!\par \tab He was stunned, of course, dazed, but not out. He fended off somehow the relentless attack and stumbled about until he managed to grab the tool the girl was beating him with. A gash was opened up on his head, she had split his ear and had hit him hard on the arms and sides. The man grabbed the tool and gave it a quick jolt back to the girl--smacking her square in the face.\par \tab Blake suddenly was on the man, pouncing up with amazing quickness that Ghash was caught off-guard. Arlene fell back, her nose had been broken, lip split, and the tool\rquote s end had connected mostly with her forehead dazing her pretty good.\par \tab Paul and Suzanne attacked the man, kicking and pounding him with all their might.\par \tab Well, it was a good effort anyways.\par \tab Paul was grabbed by the throat, lifted up and \ldblquote tossed\rdblquote to the cave wall where he was knocked out and slumped to the floor. Suzanne was simply smacked across the face and she went down crumbling into a fetal position. Blake was grabbed by the balls and he ceased his attack\'85\par \par Finale\par \tab Ghash had apparently had had enough. Violently he raped and then sodomized Arlene. He really-really hated her for some reason. When he was through with her and his energy at an all time low, Crystal made a play. She lunged up quickly barreling into the man, crashing him into the wall. He came dangerously close to being impaled on a rusty pick axe. A tool he grabbed up from the floor and slung it, connecting with the fifteen year old, seriously rendering her unconscious and knocking her against the far wall. The others thought surely she was dead. \par \tab Tennis phenom rushed the man, foolishly. She tripped over tools on the floor and the man palmed her face. A tool came up in the man\rquote s hands and he bashed it HARD against the teen\rquote s back. All breath left her and she rolled to the ground. The long handled tool Ghash began shoving into Arlene\rquote s rectum, the girl\rquote s eyes bulged and there was blood drizzling from her anus.\par \tab The girl was then thrown onto her backside and despite a lackluster boner, her attacker raped her. While he pumped he smacked her face and tweaked hard her nipples.\par \tab She hadn\rquote t learned her lesson.\par \tab Nor had Crystal.\par \tab Arlene tried flinging some sand/dirt up into Ghash\rquote s face, scrambling to lay her hands on a tool of some kind, she found a small block & tackle and bashed it upside the man\rquote s head. Crystal had somehow come to and rushed the man staggeringly.\par \tab There was a scuffle and chaos with the end result Arlene tumbled into the mine pit. It was several seconds before the \ldblquote crash\rdblquote was heard. Ghash sat up by the entrance into the mine room, breathing hard and bleeding.\par \tab\ldblquote F-fuck you all!\rdblquote he seethed. He stumbled out of the cave slamming the heavy door behind him.\par \par \pard\nowidctlpar\qc There and Back Again\par (And I didn\rquote t even know you were gone!)\par \pard\nowidctlpar\par \tab It was dark out and mildly warm. \par \tab\ldblquote Got a clue as to where the fuck we\rquote re supposed to go?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Not a clue.\rdblquote\par \tab As difficult as it was during the daylight to get bearings, it was doubly so at night. The SUV of Forrest\rquote s was fucked, the right side headlight was broken out and the muffler system had suffered some damage as well.\par \tab\ldblquote I think we go straight, remember that huge dry wash we went across?\rdblquote\par \tab Jake remembered it but they hadn\rquote t crossed it and there was only a quarter tank of fuel left to ran around the desert in.\tab Jake slowed the truck down every so often, peering intently into the bleak night. Nothing but desert was there to greet him.\par \par \tab\ldblquote Hey, hey!\rdblquote Jake blurted out suddenly.\par \tab\ldblquote What? What?\rdblquote Skyler returned from being awoken from slumber.\par \tab\ldblquote You smell that?\rdblquote\par \tab Skyler sniffed the air, all he could smell was assorted body odor.\par \tab Jake brought the frapped SUV to a stop. It was breaking daylight, he had been driving all night. A \ldblquote caution\rdblquote light had come on on the dash, indicating that the fuel tank was really-really low.\page\tab Outside and all around them--green wheat. Waist high and chest high. Green swaying wheat. The air was filled with a strange sweet aroma, it was like a blend of herbs and wild weeds. \par \tab\ldblquote This aint right.\rdblquote said Skyler.\par \tab\ldblquote No shit.\rdblquote Jake bitched.\par \tab The boys eased out of the truck and took a stronger look around.\par \tab\ldblquote Where the hell are we?\rdblquote\par \tab Skyler shook his head, \ldblquote This looks like that--\rdblquote\par \tab Jake nodded, he remembered too, the same scene as when they had seen when they had come out of the hidden pool cave behind the Ma & Pa place.\par \tab Jake wrinkled his nose and looked to the ground trying to think clearly. Skyler farted and pissed on the wheat.\par \tab Jake found the wheat was at least tasty. Enough of it might even be able to sustain life! It was bland to a point, but chewy and didn\rquote t seem to make him sick.\par \tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote drawled Skyler leaning on the hood facing his friend across, \ldblquote do we turn back or what?\rdblquote\par \tab Jake looked back the way they had come. It was a one lane road, just tire ruts with grass growing between. He didn\rquote t remember when the scene had changed from desert to wheat.\par \tab\ldblquote I dunno.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I would think this road\rquote s gotta go some fucking place, huh?\rdblquote\par \tab That was logical. Maybe. But they were low on gas, damn low.\par \tab In the SUV the rescued kids stirred.\par \tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote said Jake making a decision, \ldblquote I guess we just go until this bitch runs dry.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Then what?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Then we fucking walk!\rdblquote\par \par \tab The SUV made it to a flat road before conking out.\par \tab Jake sat in the stalled truck and seethed.\par \tab The road before them went across, left or right was the option.\par \tab Right went off to what looked like distant hills.\par \tab Left--endless wheat of green on either side.\par \tab The new road was gravely with no ruts. The green wheat grew up to within one foot of the road. Skyler picked up one of the young ones, six year old Michelle. Jake secured Lindsy on his shoulders and the group struck off walking.\tab\fs20\par \pard\kerning0\f1\par }