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{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\qc\f0\fs36 August Moone Sagas\par
Book 7\par
Shadows of Moons\par
Chapter 13\par
Coercive Tactics 101\par
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While camping\'85\par
\tab While camping with her brother and Daddy, something happened.  Thru the day young Jenny saw her brother (Nathan) and Daddy peeing\emdash usually into the river, the creek, or the ever popular handy-dandy bush.  Brother Nathan enjoyed pissing on a tree or two!\par
\tab Jennifer, though, had some modesty to her, going to the bathroom was regarded as a private and personal thing\emdash\lquote cept when in the company of her brother (in the playhouse and in the bathroom!)\par
\tab That evening, though, the three occupied space in the same tent.  The evening was cool, but not so as it warranted dressing in thermals.  The campfire had died down, the marshmallows all but eaten up; the night had come, there were birds still chirping but most had turned in as well.  There were other campers about, but not too close.\par
\tab Tucked inside their shared dome tent, the Daddy stripped off his clothes and laid out on his bedding.  Jennifer and Nathan giggled as they were still in a playing mood.  Nathan saw his Daddy naked (with an erection yet) and gawked at it.  \par
\tab Jennifer did likewise.\par
\tab After much ado abut the kids \ldblquote gawking\rdblquote  at his penis, the kids stripped out of their clothes, down to their skin\emdash as coerced by their Daddy to do so.  Young Nathan had no problem with compliance, young Jennifer was a little skittish\emdash a natural instinct about being naked at her age with her Daddy and brother present.  Being naked with her brother was one thing, but her adult Daddy was something else.\par
\tab But being na\'efve and all\emdash Jennifer slid off her panties and was nude.\par
\page\tab And though brother Nathan was very much the \ldblquote naughty\rdblquote  boy, he was taken aback a little by the antics of his sister\emdash of course, she was heavily coerced by their Daddy.  Now, whether or not the Daddy was using an EMAD was not known\emdash but soon Jennifer had her fingers about her Daddy\rquote s prong and was stroking it\emdash just like she did to Nathan.\par
\tab From stroking to \ldblquote kissing the head\rdblquote .\par
\tab From kissing the head to \ldblquote sucking\rdblquote\'85\par
\tab Nathan found himself in the same manner (his side of the story was later learned and at first the coercion was met with some resistance (doing naughty things to his sister was one thing\emdash sucking off his Daddy\rquote s pee-pee was something else all together.)\par
\tab But the boy did it anyways.\par
\tab And while Jennifer took her turn (again), Nathan was coerced to prop himself up behind the girl and \ldblquote in the butt\rdblquote  he went.  Hand humping was good, laying his hard-on against his cool sheets was one thing, soaping up his pud in the shower was good\emdash but shoving his fuck stick into Jennifer\rquote s poop chute was best of all!\par
\tab Only a few pumps up his sister\rquote s butthole before he pulled out.  He was a little grossed out by the discoloration on his schlong and used his sister\rquote s panties to wipe his prick clean.  Jennifer kept sucking for a long time on their Daddy\rquote s dong before she choked and nearly gagged.  Nathan wasn\rquote t sure (nor was Jennifer) what the \ldblquote stuff\rdblquote  was in her mouth, it wasn\rquote t pee but it was something else.  Whatever it was, Jennifer didn\rquote t like it.  She spat out the milky goo and Nathan saw it sputtering out of his Daddy\rquote s penis.  \par
\tab When Jennifer had recovered she was laid out on her backside, the naked Daddy right beside her running his hands up and down her fine young nude body.  Young Nathan got a hard-on like never before.  And soon the boy was coerced to \ldblquote go down\rdblquote  on his sister, to lick her out where she peed.\par
\tab Nathan wasn\rquote t opposed and had actually always really wanted to do that, but then again, when it came right down to it\emdash it WAS where she peed from.\par
\tab\ldblquote You better not pee on me!\rdblquote  Nathan had quipped.\par
\tab Jennifer giggled and opened her legs\'85\par
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\tab After the licking came the fucking.  Nathan\rquote s immature (but hard) cock made entry into his sister\rquote s sex, there was stiff resistance but penetration was made just the same.  Jennifer struggled to accept the breech and it was then Mack determined that an EMAD had to be in use.\par
\page\tab Nathan pumped his sister for some time, his puddling kept slipping out and he merely grinded it against her cunny.  The sight of blood coating his cock and her cunny grossed him out\emdash so once more her already soiled panties were used to wipe himself and her clean.  Then the fucking continued until the Daddy could hold off no more.\par
\tab But being a Daddy his cock was too big for simple insertion to her sex; and he didn\rquote t seem to want to seriously damage or hurt her\emdash she was his offspring and he loved her.  Sooooooo, with Nathan holding her legs back he plowed into her Second Choice.\par
\tab And while brother Nathan held her legs back, Jenny suckled on her brother\rquote s nut sac.  The dear Daddy made slight insertion into the girl\rquote s anus, just part way but it was still uncomfortable for the virgin pooter.  \par
\tab Before long, Jennifer was sucking away somewhat happily on her Daddy\rquote s dong (again) while behind her her brother once more humped her; he firstly pumped vigorously into her cunny (again), then once he had cum there, he spent some time fucking her asshole.\par
\tab Meanwhile, the Daddy had fully unloaded his love cream into his sweet na\'efve daughter\rquote s mouth.\par
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\tab There was a blank spot in Jen\rquote s memory, shortly after gagging on the splooge that filled her mouth.  Her next memory was waking in the wee-wee hours of the morning, naked still and in the need to pee.  After fully awakening and knowing that it was damn cold beyond the covers, she became aware of something going on.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t something going on with her, but beside her.  There was a significant amount of \ldblquote grunting\rdblquote  going on.  Jenny saw her naked brother on his hands and knees, face down in the bedding, bare ass up in the air with their Daddy behind him pumping steady and surredly.\par
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\tab Despite what had happened, Jennifer remained happy-go-lucky\emdash giving further weight to the thought that the girl\rquote s Daddy had indeed utilized some sort of electronic measure to mess with her mind.  Carefully with minute expertise and care, Mack went over the young girl, special attention to her young cunny.  \par
\tab He\rquote s own manhood surged and slowly rested against the girl\rquote s sex, he\rquote s mind whirled and thought of seeing her brother take her.  How many times had the Daddy taken them camping?\par
\page\tab There was much enjoyment with Jennifer, Mack took his time but soon his cock demanded attention.  The young girl made very little facial expressions indicating that she was in discomfort.  Mack took his time gently guiding in his hardness.  \par
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\tab Although there were several Possibles at the church across the street, the choices were actually limited.  Of the Possibles of Interest, there were nine in total that piqued Mack\rquote s interest.  Six were chit\rquote lins under twelve, two others were fourteen-ish with the other at a ripe sixteen.\par
\tab And of all of those Possibles, only one was of Interest; Jennifer\rquote s brother, Nathan.\par
\tab And Nathan didn\rquote t care to be there at all.  \par
\tab And then of course, there was Jennifer and Nathan\rquote s mother\'85\par
\tab He had to think about it.\par
\tab But what was there to think about?\par
\tab He sat brooding while tugging on his johnson in the living room, watching the antics of the church goers across the street.  From the news he had learned that Jennifer\rquote s Daddy had been arrested\emdash suspected of taking Jennifer.  During the investigation nude pictures of the girl had been found on his home computer, along with soiled panties having the \ldblquote soil\rdblquote  be his own cum in her underwear.  But there was no sign of the girl.  It was thought she was dead.\par
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\tab Jennifer Jobber was NOT dead.  She was very much alive and pleasing Mack Nomad in all kinds of ways.  All kinds.  After semi successfully enjoying her in all three of her fuckable holes, he had the young girl shower.  He himself stood outside the shower stall (at first) watching her as she lathered up and went thru the process of cleaning herself.  Then he joined in and took her in the ass.\par
\tab There were some underlying desires to be rough with the girl, he had been so with others in the past.  But that had been due to uncontrollable implants\emdash both the physical as well as the mental.  Once those things had been controlled the violent tendencies were curbed.\par
\tab But the desires were still there\emdash to spank, harshly, to bind, tie, and seriously spank until there was extreme distress.  It went beyond sexual gratification and Mack managed to downgrade the abuse to a more tolerable level.  There was spanking, but not harshly or to whereas there would be undue pain.\par
\page\tab With his government and self-imposed mental implant, his EMAD abilities were beyond measure.  Easily was he to be able to control Jennifer, her na\'efve mind was very susceptible to mental input allowing her to be \ldblquote herself\rdblquote  but also to obey without question her \ldblquote new way of life.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jennifer Jobber\rquote s New Way of Life was to \ldblquote service\rdblquote  Mack Nomad.\par
\tab Servicing Mack Nomad was a Blow Job in the morning.\par
\tab Servicing Mack Nomad was a butt fuck at noon.\par
\tab Servicing Mack Nomad was a spread eagle fuck in the evening.\par
\tab Servicing Mack Nomad was a hand job throughout the day \ldblquote whenever\rdblquote  deemed necessary.  The girl went nude 24/7, sat on his lap, fingered herself before him, showered with him, and slept in his bed.  By week\rquote s end, Jennifer\rquote s brother and mother would join in\'85\par
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Full House (revisited)\par
\tab Kathleen Jobber though overly not pleased with her captivity and subsequent fuckings, was also not over opposed.  The kidnapping and mind overwhelmed bit was a bit much, and she was in fear for her children\rquote s safety and well being; but, the satisfying fuck she got from her kidnapper was undeniably good.\par
\tab Struggle as she might, she could not deny the sensation of an incredible orgasm.  The man who had kidnapped her had a cunt pleasing cock.  As she was soothed into an incredible realm of ecstasy, she was brought into the narly world that was of the narly kind.\par
\tab She still possessed some of her \ldblquote old life\rdblquote , she knew of her children and church life, work, home, children, work, asshole husband, children, children\emdash children\'85\par
\tab As an orgasm beyond her wildest dreams seethed thru her, she thought solely of her children.  Nothing else there was and she saw in her mind the images of Jennifer and Nathan, naked.  Soon Nathan was standing with an erection, he was playing with it, smiling, and pleasing her as he always could.  He still needed a haircut, he had a huge amount of dark hair that fell partly into his eyes and covered his ears.  But he threw a major hissy fit about having any of it trimmed.\par
\tab (it was the same style as he Daddy wore)\par
\tab Jennifer was standing by him, too, also nude.\par
\page\tab Kathleen herself lay on a bed, the room she didn\rquote t recognize, but it was cool and not very well illuminated\emdash almost dark.  She was also without clothes on.  Her cunny tingled, it pulsed and throbbed and demanded attention.  Since her asshole husband had left, satisfying her cunny was left to fingerings and cucumbers.\par
\tab She found herself every so often dreaming-fantasizing about her son.  But of course that was wrong, immoral and illegal.  If she should ever be found out! \par
\tab The desires she kept to herself; but once in bed, once in the shower, or sometimes while on the toilet\emdash she frigged herself thinking of what it could be like to have Nathan\rquote s young pud fucking her.\par
\tab What would his cock taste like?\par
\tab Could she get him to fuck her asshole?\par
\tab Was Nathan and Jenny screwing around?\par
\tab What would Jenny\rquote s cunt taste like?\par
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\tab What was Reality and what Fantasy?  Kathleen seemed to waver in and out of the two realms and she couldn\rquote t rightly grasp either one.  It was a strange world she couldn\rquote t make sense of.\par
\tab Son Nathan was on her, naked, having sex with her.  He made love slowly, resting his head on her Mommy breasts.  He felt real, he seemed real.  It seemed real\'85\par
\tab Kathleen ran her hands over her nude son, although his young cock was nothing of significance, it was a fantastic fantasy cum true.  For ten, Nathan had a pleasing prong\emdash she felt it sliding slowly in and out, at times the puddling popped completely out of her cunny.  But only momentarily, the boy reinserted and continued his humping.\par
\tab Closing her eyes she thought\emdash or tried to.  She felt that it was wrong, or almost wrong.  But then again, she couldn\rquote t quite put her finger on WHAT exactly was wrong.  The more she struggled with the moral/immoral issue the more those pesky things seemed to erode away.  She was Kathleen, her children were Jennifer and Nathan.  Her lover was Mack.\par
\tab With her lover, all was well.  He was a good lover, as good as her son.\par
\tab Her son.  Sex.  \par
\tab Her daughter.  Sex.\par
\tab Doggie style, in the shower, backdoor, around-the-world, reverse Missonary, spanking, double teaming with her son and lover.  The taste of her daughter\rquote s poon was good, too; the sinsation of her daughter licking her out was good, too.  She had no problem with any of it.\par
\tab All was well\'85\par
\page\tab And so it was.  A new life for Kathleen, daughter Jennifer and son Nathan.  They weren\rquote t the first, they weren\rquote t to be the last.  For the time being, they were.  After Nathan had humped his sister enough times, Mack Nomad was capable of making full vaginal entry into the girl.  She squealed, grimaced, made faces of displeasure, but after a number of times of trail and try, Mack was in the nine year shooting massive wads of hot cum into her sex.\par
\tab Her asshole got the same treatment as well as her mouth.\par
\tab Kathleen herself held her son\rquote s cheeks open so as her \ldblquote lover\rdblquote  could adequately make anal entry into the boy\rquote s rectum.  The boy poised on his hands and knees, his head up against his mother\rquote s body, his mother leaning down on her son with her Mommy hands holding his cheeks open.  Beneath him lay the nakedness of Jennifer who played with her brother\rquote s dangling cock and balls.\par
\tab And as for Kathleen herself, she thoroughly enjoyed son Nathan screwing her.  The boy\rquote s puddling was small, short, but very nearly satisfying enough\emdash it wasn\rquote t so much as the size (no, really) that matter, it was the simple fact that her son Nathan was \ldblquote putting it to her!\rdblquote\par
\tab She loved her son, and in the physical since it was even better.\par
\tab And very happily she enjoyed her daughter, Jennifer.  Usually, though, it was by some coercion from the lover, Mack; she did not willing engage sexually with Jennifer on her own\emdash but going nude and playing (in the nude) bathing, sleeping, romping all in the nude was okay and acceptable.\par
\tab But with the \ldblquote coercion\rdblquote , Kathleen enjoyed tonguing out her daughter\rquote s cunt, spreading her legs (and lips) wide and driving her tongue DEEP into her nine year old daughter\rquote s cunt.  She often slipped a finger up her asshole all the while behind her Mack fucked her.\par
\tab Kathleen had no problem watching Mack stuff himself into the young girl, of which Mack was pleased and assured that his Minding techniques unto the woman had been virtually successful.  \par
\tab This gave Mack the security to leave the apartment for short periods of time.\par
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\tab Mack Nomad was\emdash a nomad.  A wanderer.  Partly on his own, partly due to the simple fact that Government thugs were looking for him, and partly due to that fact that he was restless.  He didn\rquote t like sitting in one spot too long.  He felt that he was \ldblquote driven\rdblquote , or being driven.  Somewhere.\par
\page\tab Bothered by how close his apartment was to the church where he had \ldblquote acquired\rdblquote  Kathleen and her family, Mack sought other digs.  The town he was in didn\rquote t have much to offer, it was rather small with just under five thousand residents.\par
\tab But soon he did secure a plausible home, plenty of room, low key, secure.  It would do, it wasn\rquote t for long term\emdash just for the \ldblquote time being\rdblquote  until he got his itch scratched.  \par
\tab After getting Kathleen and her family settled into the new digs, Mack trolled the streets in an effort to continually satiate his itch.\par
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\tab And it wasn\rquote t just the sex, the acquisitions, or the simple ditching the gov\rquote  thugs, he felt that he was being driven\emdash to someplace he didn\rquote t know of.  He was curious about the mythical beings so prevalent in the cities of the nation, green tornadoes supposedly transporting peoples/places/things into a new realm of existence.\par
\tab He felt some sort of calling.  It was more than curiosity\emdash just what he had no idea but he wanted, yea, was willing to find out.  But first!  A little hanky-panky!\par
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Coppers!\par
\tab Much ado about coppers.\par
\tab One missing child got one patrol officer to speak to the frantic mother and take a report.  TWO missing children (girls) got another patrol officer, a detective, and a Federal Officer who spoke to other mothers and took more detailed reports.\par
\tab A missing mother warranted a full scale neighborhood lockdown and a knock-knock on every door in the area.  Search dogs, helicopters in the air, and more nosey Federal Officers.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well this sucks.\rdblquote  quipped August narrowing his eyes and fuming.\par
\tab\ldblquote Get \lquote em in the basement.\rdblquote  he said to Logan and Ken.\par
\tab August watched secretly as door to door the police and Federal Officers knocked politely.  But he could see, too, sneaky Feds ducking in behind the house, using the alley, scouring even the trees, inside of garages, and searching for access to basements.  In the neighborhood area, though, those \ldblquote access\rdblquote  were from the inside of the home itself.\par
\tab August knew he had fucked up.  Taking the little girls wasn\rquote t so bad, but the acquisition of the woman was a bit much\emdash too much.  The missing little brownie girls would have warranted a strong search of the area, but not to the degree of where there were choppers in the air and etc.\par
\page\tab August made a sweep of the house, checking for \ldblquote evidence\rdblquote .\par
\tab In the kitchen on the table sat Carleen and Nellie\rquote s cookies.\par
\tab He had just plucked them up when there was a knock to the door and someone was in the side driveway making for the backyard, checking the side door.  Luckily, though, the doors and windows and doors with windows were blocked with heavy drapes and curtains and heavy window tint.\par
\tab August shoved the girls\rquote  goodies into the oven, clipboards and all.\par
\tab Quickly he pulled on some clothes, some, and checked the door.\par
\tab A Suit, a government Suit stood there\emdash dark suit, dark glass, no humor.  Mack held off answering, he might go away.  might.  Probably not, but he might.  The doorbell was activated, the FedSuit knocked repeatedly but stood rigid and still.\par
\tab Another FedSuit, one who had slipped along the side of the house, came up shaking his head.  They spoke saying something but August had never took the time to read lips\emdash just minds.\par
\tab Luckily, August\rquote s ride was in the garage, and the garage was locked up tight, no windows.  The FedSuits stood for a moment more then left.  August\rquote s stomach soured; he regarded the incident as a security breech\'85\par
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Over the river and\'85 (well, you know the rest)\par
\tab Having no real desires to stay in any one place for too long, August the 2\super nd\nosupersub  didn\rquote t have any reservations about ducking out in the middle of the night.  He wasn\rquote t quite finished with Ken and Heather, Logan and Holly, Krista and Brianna, Tyler and Eric, or Carleen and Nellie.  So they accompanied him on his move-out.\par
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\tab He missed his old camper.  He missed the early days of tooling in the woods , then the chilling out in the backcountry in the cabin.  But the new ride was pretty good, too; it was the destination he was concerned about.  Well, not so much as \ldblquote concerned\rdblquote , or even \ldblquote worried\rdblquote , but he felt apprehensive about.  He didn\rquote t know where he was going or what would be there when he got there, but he felt that it was pertinent to his life.\par
\tab Maybe.\par
\tab His new ride was comfy; big, but comfy.  It had been previously customized and August took some time himself in customizing it further to his liking.  There were some eleven peoples with him, two were adults.  He had determined that like the previous brood he had had with the camper pickup, he would have his run with them then ditch them as needed in some city or something like such as that like that there.\par
\page\tab Simplistic.  He missed the simple way of life, it was getting too complicated and made him edgy.  But the doing of the group was good, Logan was fully on board, Ken certainly was.  Heather, the former security guard with Ken, was herself, but had been \ldblquote adjusted\rdblquote  to come around to the new way of life.  She was not a security risk but August still saw in her mind images of her past.  They were deeply rooted and entrenched and he couldn\rquote t destroy them\emdash so he set into motion new images\emdash her way of life and other plausible images to counter measure the originals.  It confused her and she made the Original Memories out to be something she saw on tv, something she read, something she made up from a dream.\par
\tab Holly, too, was programmable to adopt the new way of life; it was easier to deal with them and August sought to make those adjustments so as they would not be a security risk while in transit.\par
\tab Krista Coyma was left with some of her originality\emdash was left with a great deal of \ldblquote herself\rdblquote , but she was controllable so as not to be a risk factor.  Command words, phrases, and the like brought her to comply although she did not wish to suck off little boys, men, or pussy.\par
\tab Brianna, too, was like Krista, but with her young age she was more susceptible to verbal instruction rather than Mental Commands.  \par
\tab The boys, Tyler and Eric were willing participants\emdash so long as they weren\rquote t overly harmed; they enjoyed screwing the girls.  They weren\rquote t too keen on BEING screwed, spanked, or forced to suck cock\emdash the men or each other, but the rest they could deal with willingly.\par
\tab Carleen and Nellie.  The two newest members were a delight beyond delights\emdash being young was a plus.  They were controllable by both measures\emdash Minding Abilities and verbal threat.\par
\tab And then there was Doris Nackman.  She continued to be in a quandary of Willing and Not So Willing.  Being kidnapped for sexual purposes was a toughie.  Being kidnapped and brought into a world of sexual depravity was another toughie.  She wanted to be the good wife, the good mother, the good Christian\emdash but she also wanted to be as naughty as possible with the likes of Eric and Tyler\emdash even Krista and Brianna and \'85\par
\tab En route to his destiny\emdash wherever that may be, a rest stop came to be.  August whipped the big humongous land yacht into a space at the rear area and parked.  They had been on the road some hours and a break time was needed\emdash or a fuck break if you will.\par
\tab A quick shower, some lunch, and then\'85\par
\page\tab Too much had gone on for adequate dealing with the newest members, Carleen and Nellie.  Tyler and Eric had \ldblquote broken\rdblquote  the girls in adequately enough, and Logan had stuffed the girls himself.  Ken had gotten off into the girls\rquote  mouths but August had yet to properly introduce himself\'85\par
\tab On the rear bed which was queen size, Carleen and Nellie laid out naked, waiting.  As with the others they had been \ldblquote conditioned\rdblquote  to accept their new way of life, but were allowed to still retain some of their \ldblquote old life\rdblquote  so as they wouldn\rquote t be \ldblquote zombies\rdblquote .\par
\tab Their fright level was still with them, but not to the extreme.  Their eyes bulged as the naked August came unto them.  He took his time, drinking the girls in as they lay side by side.  The girls took in the man\rquote s massive cock.  They had been humped on by two young boys and a teenage boy and had to suck on the pee-pee of a BIG man; August, though, was a man not unlike their Daddies.\par
\tab\lquote Open your legs.\rquote  August Minded to Carleen, the first Brownie girl who had come knock-knock-knocking at is door.  Licking his lips he smiled and got even a HARDER hard-on as the timid child opened her legs slowly.\par
 \tab Despite having a massive man-thing young Carleen felt very little discomfort as she was entered.  The man was gentle.  He took his time and was not like the boys, Tyler and Eric who had somewhat hurriedly \ldblquote rushed\rdblquote  in to her sex and humped feverously.\par
\tab Carleen gripped the bedding, screwed up her sweet face, and felt the awesome strength of manhood driving into the depths of her sex.  The man then pulled out; his cock flopped against her delicate poon, the head dragging up and down her crevice before the head and some inches of shaft once more disappeared.\par
\tab It wouldn\rquote t have been so bad if she had been alone, but there was an audience.  The boys who had firstly gotten on her, the fat man who had peed in her mouth (it was actually CUM but Carleen didn\rquote t known the difference), and the teenage boy, some other girl, two women\'85\par
\tab August cupped Carleen\rquote s ass, bringing her up some, getting the angle of the dangle thang going so as to make better entry.  But not all of his massive fuck stick was going to make it into her, but it was good just the same.  He took his time, was gentle, and when at least HALF his manhood was in her, he began to pump.\par
\tab Tyler and Eric stood by the bedside fondling themselves.\par
\tab Logan stood by them looking upon Carleen with a hunger\'85\par
\page\tab Holly was a little disgusted\emdash she didn\rquote t mind so much being ravaged herself, but had issues about her benefactor making it with them so young.  Heather had no negative thoughts about the matter\emdash she didn\rquote t see Carleen and Nellie as \ldblquote young\rdblquote .\par
\tab Doris on the other hand DID see Carleen and Nellie as they were, Eric and Tyler, too; and the hunky teen boy, Logan.  She stood nakedly and had been screwed by them all, wasn\rquote t too keen on getting laid by fat man Ken, but the hearty cock of her kidnapper (that would be August the Second Moon) was okay.\par
\tab The first jut of cum squirted and coated Carleen\rquote s interior pussy, the rest anointed the outside of her poon, shooting up her belly and chest.  August laid his pipe against her sore aching cunny and humped his fill.  Once exhausted, and how, he laid to one side, patted his rump beckoning Krista to come hither.\par
\tab Semi reluctantly the nude teen complied.  Her task was to suck clean August\rquote s cock, then lap up the juices spilled on Carleen.  As she did so, Logan took the teen from behind.\par
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\tab Little blond hair Nellie who had once had lovely pink panties with \ldblquote stains\rdblquote  made noise as she was breeched by her kidnapper\rquote s cock.  Unlike Carleen, Nellie was rolled over onto her stomach.  The nude man caressed her ass, kissing it, prying it open to diddle his tongue to her poop chute.  From there he slipped in a finger to her hole, it had been well probed by tongue and cock by all those around her\emdash but still\'85\par
\tab Nellie fidgeted, fretted, and whimpered.  With her hips raised, August probed her backdoor with his cock, pushing in the head of his manhood with deliberate and forceful pressure.  Nellie fretted loudly and was smacked on the ass for her outburst.\par
\tab\lquote Suck my balls.\rquote  August Minded to Holly.\par
\tab Holly sighed, she hated being so vulnerable but she had no choice but to comply.  She climbed onto the bed, twisted onto her back and took the man\rquote s sweaty-musty nuggets into her mouth.\par
\tab\lquote Ken, g\rquote head, fuck her!\rquote\par
\tab Ken, unaware that his mind had been tapped, sidestepped over to open Holly\rquote s legs, pull them up to along his chest\emdash then his chubby chubster went sliding effortlessly into her cunny.\par
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\tab Although he wasn\rquote t IN a hole of one kind or another, just watching the antics of Carleen and Nellie got him off; the aforementioned girls grinded their cunnies together\emdash this after both had been well scrogged on by August.  Carleen was on top of friend and fellow Brownie girl, Nellie; the girls had been instructed to rub their cunnies together, to hump and grind and enjoy a \ldblquote scissor\rdblquote  hump.  All onlookers liked\emdash a lot.\par
\tab Logan smiled BIG as he hand humped his cock watching the young girl Carleen grind her cunny against Nellie.  His eyes focused right on the girl\rquote s ass, her hole, and oh so fuckable cunt.  \par
\tab\lquote Don\rquote t waste it, son.\rquote  came a voice to Logan\rquote s mind.\par
\tab Logan nodded and moved onto the great bed; Carleen closed her eyes tight in anticipation.  Nellie pursed her lips and clung to her friend.  Logan pressed his teenhood against Carleen\rquote s soft ass, squeezed the girl\rquote s cheeks and began gliding his stiffy up and down the child\rquote s crack\emdash poking her hole.\par
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\tab Try as he might he sought no \ldblquote favorites\rdblquote  from the new bunch as he had with the old bunch (when he was traipsing about in the camper in the backwoods).  But, he did tend to like (enjoy) Brianna a little more than the others.  Holly would fall second with Krista right close behind.  Carleen and Nellie came last but were certainly not least.\par
\tab With Brianna sitting nicely on his lap, August was able to relax and contemplate the natural order of things\emdash or something relatively close.  He had all but given up on the thought of his Destiny\emdash not given up so much but as in the dwelling upon that of what he could not see.  His Destiny of whatever it was would be there when he got there.\par
\tab In the meantime\emdash\par
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Something wicked this way cums\par
\tab The doesn\rquote t seem to be any particular reason, rhyme or otherwise, why some Subjects are chosen over others.  Whether it be by age, size, color, or other human characteristic doesn\rquote t overly apply\emdash nor does the location.  An accumulation of Points, some Security measures, but in newest Main Character\rquote s (yea, another one) set values, it was Spur of the Moment\emdash regardless of Security, location.\par
\tab Mostly Main Character Cameron Colter chose Subject was that the Main Subject was cute, young, slenderly built, and had parked her car quite aways away from the main throng.\par
\page\tab This was due in part that her \ldblquote car\rdblquote  was a massive SUV; it was big, cumbersome, and no \ldblquote fit\rdblquote  into the regular parking spots allocated for \ldblquote normal\rdblquote  sized vehicles.  The supermarket had yet to keep up with the times to readily suit the larger vehicle population.\par
\tab So Michelle Weston had parked in a spot taking two spaces, the lot at the end was inundated with cast off shopping carts, broken pavement, and haphazardly parked employee cars.  She was a slender thing, size four, nice tight butt, jeans, simple blouse of white, healthy titties the size of small cantaloupes, reddish brown hair shoulder length, dainty earrings, small nose, nice butt.\par
\tab She was in her late twenties and seemed hurried, transferring a mountain of groceries from her cart to her oversized SUV\emdash as well as caring for her four year old fussy daughter.\par
\tab For Cameron Colter (CC), it was the wee child he was more interested in than the nice butt of the mother.  So just as the last bag of groceries was lifted in, CC made his presence known.\par
\tab CC had a way about him; at first look, and even second, he would be regarded as one who Freud called \ldblquote spooky\rdblquote ; deep set eyes, small forehead, unkempt dark hair; thin build (hip size 28 US); very white almost zombie-like complexion; no heart but a lot of balls.\par
\tab Cameron Colter had a way about him, a mysterious way that was enhanced slightly by electronic gadgetry.  But mostly it was his gile, his will, his spookiness\emdash enhanced by electronic gadgetry.  By this means he slipped up to the distracted Mom who fussed with her fussy four year old.  She saw his shadow at the last moment\emdash too late.  She whirled around in distress but was already at a disadvantage.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hello,\rdblquote  he said almost smiling.  Michelle\rquote s eyes were filled with horror, the spooky man was creepy, too.\par
\tab The next thing Michelle Weston knew was she was in chaos.  How she did not know, or even the WHY; the WHO she did know.  There seemed, though, little she could do about the situation, the strange creepy man had some sort of power over her\emdash despite her myriad of EMAD detectors and preventors.\par
\tab She was in her SUV, the engine was on and the a/c on full blast.  Her mind was in a whirl as the strange creepy man lay on; the passenger seat she was in and it was pushed all the way back.  The strange creepy man leered at her, licking his lips and dripping with sweat.  Michelle trembled and tried to summon her strength to fight back, to scream, to kick, lash out, to do something.  \par
\page\tab\ldblquote Shhhh,\rdblquote  cooed the strange creepy man, \ldblquote behave, be still, be good.\rdblquote  He smiled and the smile was did nothing to soothe her.  \ldblquote Be good,\rdblquote  he repeated, \ldblquote and nothing bad will happen to\'85\rdblquote  \par
\tab Michelle turned her head in the direction indicated by the creepy man\rquote s coal dark eyes.  Marissa sat wriggling in her car seat.  Mother Michelle went ballistic.\par
\tab It did no good, the creepy strange man repeated his cooing, smiling with a sneer and reaching over to pat the leg of the little wriggling girl.  Michelle didn\rquote t like in the least the man\rquote s sneer, his face told her straight away that he was psychotic\emdash dangerous\emdash dangerously psychotic.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I\rquote ll do anything, just don\rquote t hurt my baby!\rdblquote  announced Michelle.\par
\tab The creepy man smiled, cracked his neck and began undoing his pants\'85\par
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\tab Michelle herself with trembling hands undone her blouse.  A knot formed in her stomach and try as she might she could not summon up the strength to fight.  She could well enough SEE out the SUV\rquote s windows, but they were heavily tinted\emdash the price to pay for living in the Land of the Sun.  no one could see in.\par
\tab The creepy man ran his hands up and down Michelle\rquote s sides, pushing away her blouse and squeezing her cantaloupe sized breasts, kneading them and tweaking the nipples as she still bore her bra.  Then down the sneering creepy man brought his hands to fumble about her jeans.\par
\tab\ldblquote Please, please\'85\rdblquote  begged Michelle, she did not want to be raped, the knot in her stomach began to churn and she felt ill.  \par
\tab Michelle finally undone her own jeans, the creepy man pulling the flaps back and gawked at the pale pink panties therein.  He rubbed himself, gouging the heel of his hand to his crotch.  He asked no questions of her, no Q&A, no probing into her sexual past.  But that was okay, the strange creepy man wasn\rquote t interested in the young mother\rquote s past\emdash the hear and now was good enough for him.\par
\tab Slowly he pushed Michelle\rquote s jeans down, she was a size 26/34/26.  \par
\tab Marissa cried and squealed in her car seat, but she was fastened in good and unable to do much but squeal.  Michelle was in a fit and knew that she could only endure the assault and hoped that the creepy man would get his jollies and then go away.\par
\tab Not likely, but it was possible.\par
\tab Michelle tightened up, gripping the sides of the passenger seat as her jeans and panties were pushed down her legs.  She closed her eyes, tightened her neck muscles and waited.\par
\page\tab The creepy man lay on her, kneading her breasts, twisting her nipples as he grinded himself against her; her pants and panties were bunched up at her ankles.  Michelle struggled but was still overwhelmed and kept in line.  The creepy man began undoing his own pants, sliding them down.  She felt his member against her skin, right against her sex.  She had never been raped before and the assault sickened her.\par
\tab The creepy man worked off her pants and panties, \ldblquote open yer legs  WIDE\rdblquote  he told her.  Michelle felt bile in her throat, her mind was clouding over and she felt the sudden presence of the man\rquote s foul cock.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh God!\rdblquote  she cried out.\par
\tab The man leered at her, smiling with a Devil\rquote s gleam, \ldblquote look out,\rdblquote  he called, \ldblquote something wicked this way CUMS!\rdblquote\par
\tab Michelle shook her head, clenched her eyes tight and felt the awful presence of penetration.  Stamping her feet to the floorboard she hoped to send a signal to someone beyond\'85\par
\tab Cameron Colter stared down the young woman, she was 28 or so, very creamy skin, lovely eyes, and a nice butt.  Her poon, too, was nice, nice and tight.  He slithered in his manhood, worked it all around, pulled out to hump on the gash before restuffing himself within for a few minutes of serious thrusting.\par
\tab Michelle twisted about trying desperately NOT to enjoy being fucked.  She did love a good fuck, but not by someone she didn\rquote t know.  The horrible creepy strange man had a sizable cock, more than her husband\rquote s!  (whether or not she was getting laid by anyone ELSE was unknown\'85remember, no Q&A!)\par
\tab The creepy man humped, driving his cock DEEP into her cunny, gyrating about in a tantalizing manner before madly power thrusting the final few moments.\par
\tab Michelle\rquote s eyes fluttered, her cunny convulsed, her nipples became pert and erect.  She wanted nothing more than to deny the sensual feelings she was experiencing\emdash she wanted to scream, to rip the horrible man\rquote s balls off\emdash but there was this pesky feeling of sexual awe that made her think otherwise.  She was having an orgasm.\par
\tab It was unbelievable.  She pumped back into the horrible man hoping beyond hopes to cum just a little herself, just a little, to get it over with.  She knew that her clitty was being tormented, driven to the brink of orgasm and it was like trying to stave off peeing when you had to go so badly.  \par
\tab Creepy man did his all and creamed.\par
\page\tab He strained, arched his back and jutted his creepy love into the distraught mother.  Then he began to pump some more, trying to drive even DEEPER than he already was!\par
\tab Michelle twisted about trying her best not to enjoy being fucked so.\par
\tab The creepy man pulled out and emptied the rest of his love onto her poon and belly.  He licked his lips and continued to leer at her; it made her very uncomfortable.  She closed her eyes and waited\'85\par
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\tab She didn\rquote t have to wait long before the strange creepy man started moving about doing something else\emdash which was producing a pair of fur lined handcuffs!\par
\tab Michelle gulped and grew very frightened.\par
\tab Then, before she knew it\emdash she was cuffed, her hands cinched tightly together behind her.  She had no idea what was in store for her.\par
\tab The creepy man wrestled with her legs, pushing them up having her feet planted to the ceiling of the SUV.  He then did begin caressing her thighs, fingering her sopping wet cum stained cunt before working her asshole with his thumb\emdash then came his fingers.\par
\tab Michelle didn\rquote t go for being plugged in the butt.  She didn\rquote t even let her husband take her there, it was nasty and gross.  When she fussed so, though, the creepy man smacked her thighs HARD.  It was difficult to let go and let the creepy strange man have his way with her\emdash hole.  But she had no choice and the creepy strange man finger fucked her hole.\par
\tab Using all fingers the man reamed her rim and shoved his fingers into her very nearly ripping her.  It was almost more than she could stand.  But by that time the man\rquote s cock had restiffened and he dramatically rammed himself into her backdoor.\par
\tab Michelle thought that she would come apart.\par
\tab The presence of his manhood in her pussy had been one thing (and that was something) but to be ramming nastily in her trap chute was something else all together.\par
\tab Eventually, though, by the time the horrible man was cumming off, the pain in her hole somewhat eased.  Somewhat.  There was no longer any sheer extreme pain, just sheer extreme discomfort.\par
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\tab There was no strength in her, she was all but spent.  Every fiber in her being was exhausted; sharp shooting pains screamed up her legs, her back hurt, her pussy and asshole quaked with throbbing-smarting pain.\par
\page\tab She lay wallowing in agony, her mind all a blur; then, slowly she turned her head to watch in utter awe as the horrible-nasty-strange creepy man pulled down the panties of her precious four year old daughter.\par
\tab\ldblquote NO!\rdblquote  Michelle screamed, but the words seemed stuck in her throat.  A river of sweat pooled into her eyes, her heart beat near out of her chest as she watched in absolute horror as the horrid man sniffed her daughter\rquote s underwear.\par
\tab Little Marissa wriggled in her car seat, she had not been injured or harmed (physically) in any way, but the distress factor from her Mother caused her herself to become frightened beyond all measure.\par
\tab The creepy man licked the crotch of the child\rquote s panties, then holding her young legs open placed his wicked tongue to her\emdash licking her innocent poon to his delight.  And he did delight in it, driving his tongue all about the crevice, nuzzling the crack with his nose and drinking in the mustiness of her poon, her pee of fright.\par
\tab Beside them the Mother Michelle went crazy with rage.  A sharp stinging backhand swoop from the creepy man put the young woman into a hysterical fit\emdash another backhand nearly took her out of the conscious world.  She was stunned and could only watch as the strange man continued his assault.\par
\tab Marissa was clad in a lovely blue checkerboard dress, with duckies and flowers all over, pockets containing crackers and melting candies along with crayons and hair ribbons.  The child was a cutey, lovely silky brown hair, brown eyes, chubby cheeks, a sweet smile, dainty nose.  Her hair was adorned with blue ribbons and she was very pretty.\par
\tab The creepy man began working the girl\rquote s dress off, as he did so his manhood regained strength.  He tugged on his stiffy and undone the straps holding the child in her seat.\par
\tab Michelle languished in and out of consciousness, she had peed a great quantity of pee herself and lay in the pool of it.  When Marissa fussed too much, she was smacked on the ass.  The assault stunned the little girl and she was still.\par
\tab Michelle began to twitch, her eyes focused on her naked child and the near naked man; she saw his huge cum squirting cock shooting its load onto Marissa\rquote s vagina, squirting up along her child\rquote s body and then finally gobs were filling her little mouth.  The strange man fingered Marissa\rquote s cunt, breaking her inside and finger fucking her to the extreme.  The head of his manhood pressed against her entrance and he delighted to his delight in his foul deed.\par
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Wicked is as wicked does\par
\tab\ldblquote Crusin\rquote  down the highway in beefed up Nomad Chevy, hay-hay\par
\tab   Horny morning and its gonna be a horny day\par
\tab   The wheels are spinning\par
\tab   Girls are screaming\par
\tab   My cock is humming\par
\tab   Cum is squirting\par
\tab   Cruisin\rquote  down the highway in a beefed up Nomad Chev-a.\par
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\tab\ldblquote You can hear a girl screaming from about a hundred miles away\par
\tab   (oooh\emdash yeah!)\par
\tab   My big dick is reaming her hole the way, hey-hey!\par
\tab   Her titties are jostling\par
\tab   My cock is a johnson\par
\tab   We\rquote re crusin\rquote  down the highway fucking the world away.\rdblquote\par
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\tab There was something to having a \ldblquote convertible\rdblquote ; the wind in your hair, fresh breeze, the open air, bugs in your teeth.  The thought of installing a sun/moon roof had crossed his mind, but never the time\emdash he was always on the move; just when he had settled down\emdash something came up and it was time to boogie onward.\par
\tab Beside him sat cockeyed Jane Korbett, fast asleep.  The passenger side window was down and the air rushing in thrashed her long auburn hair all about.  But so shagged out was she that she didn\rquote t know.\par
\tab Beside her scrunched in the middle was her friend, Elaine.  The tall skinny girl woke up occasionally, squinted her eyes and looked all around at her new surroundings, farted, and then went back to sleep.\par
\tab In the middle seat was James and Brian, the boys were also well shagged out and probably wouldn\rquote t awaken until morn.  Against them lay Jennifer who like Elaine awoke occasionally only to yawn, fart, and return to slumberland. \par
\tab Occupying space in the rear of the Nomad was Jennifer Mother and brother, Katleen and Nathan.\par
\page\tab The Nomad\rquote s lights pierced the darkness of the highway, the landscape to either side of the two-laner was desert, rugged backstretches far from civilization.  It was too hot a climate for minotaurs and even the pesky unexplainable green tornadoes that had suddenly taken up raging more and more throughout the nation.  Mack Nomad strove to head thru the Bad Lands and seek his Destiny there.\par
\tab Two others, Anna and Nolan were in the rear of the cramped Nomad, too.  Ice chests, bed rolls, prospector tools and equipment, tools for digging out of deep sand when the Nomad\rquote s fat tires got bogged down, and a few boxes of various non-perishable foodstuffs also shared space with the Nomad\rquote s crew.  Nine peoples, young peoples; acquired for no other reason than \ldblquote just because\rdblquote .  \tab\par
\tab It was a sickness he determined, a desire that was unquenchable.  But, be that as it may\emdash\par
\tab Anna Meese and Nolan Thompson.\par
\tab Eleven year old Anna, happy-go-lucky, blond extra curly hair, small thin body with very little in the titty department, smiled and smiled often.  Very little got her down, she was very friendly and well liked by one and all.  \par
\tab Nolan Thompson was a tall geeky kid, no chest there, either.  He was somewhat reserved but outgoing when possible.  He was the object of some bullying due to his geek-status, being tall and lanky, extra curly brown hair, and somewhat shyness.\par
\tab Both Nolan and Anna had been surrounded by their schoolmates, this after winning a televised arcade championship where both won beaucoup prizes\emdash most of which they donated back to their school\emdash so that won them even higher praise(s).\par
\tab Part of the \ldblquote praise\rdblquote  was the two arcade champions were treated to free pizza and arcade gaming at their local pizzeria/arcade shoppe.  Anna and Nolan were very popular.\par
\tab Their popularity was attractive\emdash and caught the attention of another.\par
\tab As young Anna bounced about being giddy, her young breasts gave the Onlooker a stiffy.  The girl\rquote s nipples were pert and she was not even aware of it.  Wearing a bright yellow top, a little tight but not overly so, it was tucked into her tight jeans.  She was an average-typical eleven year old, size and height and all that.  Happy-go-lucky, full of cheer, arcade game knowledge, and soda pop.  It was the soda pop that sent her from the throng of adoring masses to the restrooms.\par
\tab Young Nolan was full of pizza\emdash he had to make the journey to the restrooms, too, located at the rear end of the pizza joint.  They never returned.\par
\page\tab By the restrooms was a store room.  Although their need to \ldblquote go\rdblquote  was great, the two unsuspecting pre-teens were easily swayed to traipse thru the open store room and out the back door.  Although an alarm sounded, it wasn\rquote t paid any attention due to the extreme noises and other sounds that sounded liked the backdoor alarm sound.\par
\tab By the time the store manager realized the backdoor alarm had \ldblquote sounded\rdblquote  off, it was too late.  Anna and Nolan were long gone.\par
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\tab Not that he had grown weary already of Jennifer and her family, it was just that he liked \ldblquote variety\rdblquote .  Anna and Nolan would add nicely to his variety, especially Anna.  And Nolan.  (and Jennifer, Nathan, their mother, Kathleen) and anyone else who fancied Mack\rquote s notice.\par
\tab With Anna laid out in the middle seat, the introduction began.\par
\tab The day was warm, but the interior of the Nomad was cool, thanks to a more than adequate air conditioner.  (heavily tinted windows and extra insulation helped, too.)  The Jobber family occupied space in the rear of the Nomad, naked.  Nolan sat in the front seats, leaning over to watch.  Both newcomers were no longer in control of their own minds.  \par
\tab Anna lay on her stomach, her hands and feet were not bound and she could not figure out why she could not fight off her abductor.  She couldn\rquote t cry out, either; nor could she do anything that would prevent the man pulling down her jeans\'85\par
\tab Nolan gulped, sweated, and felt ill as he watched the man he did not know pull down his friend\rquote s pants.  It was a friendship only by association, he didn\rquote t know the girl outside of the arcade gaming competition, they went to different schools and Nolan was year older, too.  He had no real strong feelings to Anna, he had known her all of two weeks.  True, she DID have a nice bod, but she was eleven\emdash he wasn\rquote t supposed to think of her in terms like that\emdash not sexually.\par
\tab But she was cute.\par
\tab And he was in fear for her, he wouldn\rquote t mind to see her in her underwear, or swimwear, or even nude!  But not in the manner of which was happening to her.  The man pulled the tight jeans down after reaching under her and undoing them, he straddled her legs and when she fussed too much, he smacked her butt and gruffly said, \ldblquote Settle down!\rdblquote\par
\tab Anna wept some but did \ldblquote settle down.\rdblquote\par
\tab The man pushed the girl\rquote s pants down her legs revealing yellow panties.  The undies snugged up tight against the girl\rquote s butt, Nolan instantly got wood\'85\par
\page\tab With her pants at her knees, the man began caressing her butt, squeezing the cheeks and slowly pulling the undies down.  Nolan stared and wanted to fondle himself, but there was still something within him upsetting him.  Slowly as Anna\rquote s yellow panties came down Nolan began rubbing himself\'85\par
\tab Slowly Anna was turned over, her legs raised and her clothes rolled up to her feet; the man clamped her feet together and held her there for a few moments.  Nolan then noticed that the man\rquote s penis was out, it was huge!  Nolan wanted to take his out, too, but didn\rquote t think he should.\par
\tab Anna\rquote s clothes came off and her left leg was pushed open so where as her left foot hooked over back of the front seat.  Her right leg went up along the middle seat and there she was\'85\par
\tab Nolan stared wide eyed at Anna\rquote s poon.  It was incredible, it had some hair on it, but not much.  He had seen little girls naked, seen their little poons\emdash but Anna wasn\rquote t a little girl.  He had seen girls in their swimsuits and couldn\rquote t hardly imagine what a girl his age or beyond looked like.\par
\tab Now he knew.\par
\tab His upper lip was sweating and he felt a stickiness in his shorts.\par
\tab Anna couldn\rquote t help but fuss, when she did she was smacked on the thigh.  The man nestled up between her legs, gliding his penis up and down her sex, pressing the head into her with great deliverance.  Anna squealed, arching her back, mouth agape, the whole bit.\par
\tab Anna moaned and then as the piercing prong of the man\rquote s dick invaded her most holy of holy, her face froze in the extreme shock.  Nolan stared in shocked awe himself.\par
\tab The man, though, didn\rquote t make full vaginal penetration, just the head of his man-thang.  There was some blood on it just the same, he used the girl\rquote s panties to clean her poon and wipe clean his cock.  He then lay his staff against the girl\rquote s crack and humped.\par
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\tab\lquote Would you like to take her?\rquote\par
\tab The Voice boomed into his head almost drowning him.  The Voice startled him, too, if not frightened him.  His heart pulsed faster and the knot in his stomach continued to sicken him.  What he was thinking he couldn\rquote t fathom, couldn\rquote t conceive and definitely couldn\rquote t believe.\par
\tab Anna was his friend\'85\par
\tab\lquote Take off your clothes.  All of them.  NOW!\rquote\par
\tab Nolan struggled to understand the command, he wasn\rquote t home\emdash he wasn\rquote t in his bedroom, not in his bathroom, not in the school gym.  Those were the only legit places that he \ldblquote took off\rdblquote  his clothes.\par
\page\tab But slowly but surely down came his pants.  He fumbled with his pants and underwear getting them off his shoes.\par
\tab\lquote Take off your shoes, too.\rquote  Dumbass\par
\tab Nolan paused a moment and then kicked off his shoes then proceeded with the removal of his clothing.  Once nude, he crawled over the seat and squatted nervously between the seats.  He tried to keep his eyes from the nearly nude Anna and the man\rquote s massive cock.  Anna still wore her bright yellow top\emdash the top and bra had been pushed up to expose her small titties.  Nolan had seen his Dad\rquote s cock, but not when it was \ldblquote stiff.\rdblquote\par
\tab The man sat back, when Anna began to close her legs, she was smacked on the inside thigh.  \ldblquote Keep \lquote em open.\rdblquote  he said aloud.  Anna wept and Nolan was ushered \ldblquote into place\rdblquote  by the man\rquote s look and guidance by hand.  \par
\tab There was mixed feelings as Nolan cared for Anna, he didn\rquote t want to see her hurt.  But he was, too, horny.  Desperately he wanted to know what it was like to FUCK.  Hand jobbing himself was one thing, actually sinking his prick into a girl\rquote s cunny was something else all together.\par
\tab Being nude with a man who had his hard-on rubbing against his bare ass was also a bother.\par
\tab\lquote Get on her.\rquote  the Voice said.\par
\tab Nolan gulped; closing his eyes made it slightly better, he didn\rquote t have to look into her face, her eyes.  \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry.\rdblquote  he whispered to her as he laid down, his teenhood slowly breeching her cunny defenses.\par
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The last laugh\par
\tab Jane & Elaine\par
\tab\ldblquote Hold not thy laughter\par
\tab   Think of the cat who laughs\par
\tab   a purr not a chortle\par
\tab   a twitch of the whisker is all we see\par
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\tab Hold not the laughter\emdash a joyous sound I am after\par
\tab Surrounded by discontent where my soul hits the ground\par
\tab Hold not thy laughter from the background.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab Surrounded by friends she seemed an inappropriate target, but then, so had Anna.  It was all in the timing.  And there were ways to set about adjusting that timing, one way or another.  For himself, he had time, he would wait.\par
\tab\ldblquote Giggling and snorting would yet seem to baffle\par
\tab   All those who do not know you as you tirelessly cackle\par
\tab   Your joyous outward expressions give a jovial tune\par
\tab   Of your true innerself as a joyful jubilant loon.\rdblquote\par
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\tab Jiggling titties, firm and ripe.  Sandy brown hair pulled back to a loose flowing pony, slight bangs that concealed small pimples on the forehead; dainty earrings there were not too gauche; simple gray top supporting her school; tight jeans.\par
\tab She was a suitable target, a worthy subject.  Her attitude, too, seemed enchanting\emdash it was her whole hearted laugh(ter) that was the draw\emdash another happy-go-lucky child who was older (than Anna).   She had charm, natural charm, and poise, and a nice body.  She sat in the comfort of many friends, a special outing of fellow classmates\emdash mostly girls, two teacher chaperones, and two private security personnel.  The setting was a very popular theme restaurant and it was very crowded (and noisy.)\par
\tab The teen had a laugh about her, almost non-stop.  The restaurant crowd so noisy, though, Mack Nomad could barely hear the boisterous group and little about whatever the heck the girl was laughing about!\par
\tab But she seemed contented and as Mack slowly devoured his own meal, he worked on the girl\emdash the girl\rquote s mind.  There were hang-ups with doing such a venture\emdash the noise input for one and the girl\rquote s extreme giddiness also foiled his Mind Link attempts.  \par
\tab\ldblquote When wallowing aimlessly  in my gloom\par
\tab   It is your laughter that delivers me\par
\tab   Safely from my feted doom\par
\tab   Sadness runs amok outside my room\par
\tab   But there\rquote s your smile and glee \par
\tab   To greet me and make me and inside me glows with a boom\par
\tab   My face enlightens as my rosy cheeks merrily blossom\rdblquote\par
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\tab\lquote Bathroom\emdash bathroom\emdash bathroom\rquote\par
\tab\lquote You gotta go to the bathroom\emdash NOW!\rquote\par
\tab the sentiment was repeated\emdash and repeated\emdash and repeated repeatedly.  Then, finally, after an hour of conveying via an electronic mind link, the Subject arose from the long table and made her way to the bathrooms.\par
\page\tab Whether or not on her own remained to be seen.\par
\tab Mack was just glad she was up from the rabble.  Slowly he watched the girl surreptitiously and then made his way to the cashier booth, which was on the way to the restrooms located down a hall to the left of the kitchen.  \par
\tab Being very mindful of the security guards and chaperones, Mack scooted along to the payphone boothing area that was right next to the bathrooms.  A small contingency force of patrons were at the phones, milling about, buying cigarettes (although you couldn\rquote t smoke the ciggys IN the restaurant you could buy them\'85)\par
\tab And as the restaurant was full of customers, the bathrooms were \ldblquote busy.\rdblquote   \par
\tab\lquote buy another round, drink it down.\rquote\par
\tab The big burly security fuck who could do well in the profession of football and/or wrestling cheerfully ordered another round of drinks from the sports bar that was centralized in the restaurant.  His companion was already getting soused and no longer a concern.\par
\tab The two chaperones had been \ldblquote nipped.\rdblquote   Neither one were of interest to Mack, his interest was in those they chaperoned.  And there were many to chose from, too\emdash a smorgasbord if you will.  Mack had to sit quite a while to make his choosing, the girls ranged in age from twelve to fourteen\emdash along with a few boys.  Twenty-two students in all from a middle school on a special outing for some achievement at their school.  \par
\tab\lquote Go out the side door.\rquote  Mack Minded to Subject Jane.\par
\tab And as it happened, another followed suit!\par
\tab He had seen the girl and had been interested in her, too, but usually his Minding Powers were limited to One at a Time.  But Subject Two seemed to have the same brain wave pattern as that of Subject One, or something like that.\par
\tab Subject Two was skinny, tall and skinny, small butt, very small chest, reddish blond hair that was originally either RED or BLOND.  She was a good choice, too, and Mack figured he would have nabbed her as well, after Subject One.\par
\tab The girls were directed this way and that, around corners of the restaurant building, around bushes, the rear area of the restaurant and finally out to the hidden \rquote 56 Nomad.\par
\tab An hour later and they were out of town.\par
\tab An hour after that and Mack pulled the Nomad off the road and out into the desert aways, up into some desert trees.  A couple of hours of daylight were left and the day was finally cooling.  \par
\page\tab Subject One, Jane Korbett, fourteen, of Harrietta Middle School, expressed her need to pee.  She seemed genuine with the crossing of her legs and the desperation etched on her face.  Subject Two, Elaine Kass, thirteen,  of the same school, expressed her desire, too\emdash but had already done so.\par
\tab Mack stood outside of his vehicle, unleashing his manhood and letting it water the ground before pulling thru the special side window (Nomad cars had no secondary \ldblquote middle\rdblquote  door and most came with a \ldblquote fixed\rdblquote  window) Subject One.  \par
\tab Her mind was his.  The girl was scared but not to the extreme.  She was confused and that WAS to the extreme.  She was aware, very aware, that her jeans were being undone.  She was aware, too, that SHE was not done\emdash not done up-bound but yet she could not fight off what was happening to her.  \par
\tab Down her slightly tan legs came her jeans.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote  she breathed aloud.  She blinked her eyes excessively, sweated profusely and stood in utter shock and awe as down came her pants and to her bare legs came the man\rquote s hands.  Up and down her legs, squeezing the flesh of her butt before slipping narly fingers inside her green tinted panties.\par
\tab Jane couldn\rquote t speak, she felt ill, hot, and horribly violated.  But it was only the beginning.  The man had Jane sidestep, the passenger door if the car was opened and she was laid within\emdash then her shoes were pulled off along with her pants.\par
\tab Still she couldn\rquote t fight back.\par
\tab She could wipe the sweat from her eyes but nothing more.  Sitting up she saw the man with his pud out of his pants, Jane felt extremely ill\emdash but also slightly curious\emdash but not in the sexual sense (not yet.)  The man stroked his manhood, then squeezed it at the base and began masturbating.  Jane had seen \ldblquote little\rdblquote  boys\rquote  puds, AND had seen them (helped them) pee.  But not a boy her age or older, and certainly not a man.  She had seen her Daddy in his underwear but never nude.\par
\tab Health books, health magazines, tv shows, bathroom walls, tv newscasts, and a good imagination helped Jane ascertain the approximate appearance of a guy\rquote s schlong.  Staring at her kidnapper\rquote s \ldblquote schlong\rdblquote  Jane knew the health books, health magazines, tv shows, bathroom walls, etc., left a little to be desired.  \par
\tab The man turned to Jane, she tried to fight back, she thought that she was\emdash kicking, screaming, lashing out, doing all the things she was supposed to do under the circumstances.  But it was all in her mind.\par
\page\tab Down her legs came her panties, the man cast them into the car\rquote s interior then pulled the frightened confused girl out, having her stand straight once she was out.  \par
\tab The sand \lquote neath her feet was warm, not hot, but very warm.  She crinkled her toes and fidgeted in place.  She knew that she was going to be raped, she feared being brutalized and wondered haphazardly if she would be killed?\par
\tab The man pulled off her shirt and then her bra.  She now stood out in the open (somewhere) naked.  The last fleeting rays of the Summer sun baked her bare skin, she was still in fear and felt her stomach churning.  What was the man doing?\par
\tab Jane\rquote s eyes cast down just as the urine stream from the man\rquote s penis began showering her.  His anointing whiz splashed against her belly at first but then was angled and directed to her cunny.\par
\tab\lquote Open your legs.\rquote  a Voice came to her mind.\par
\tab Timidly and with great trepidation she complied.  A heavy dose of urine doused her cunny\emdash then the man stepped up to her and embraced.  Up and down her bare backside that was getting cooked by the sun\emdash the man\rquote s hands began a steady embrace of her ass, squeezing each cheek and then probing into her crack\emdash diddling her hole.\par
\tab Jane was greatly taken as she seldom did so herself\emdash her \ldblquote hole\rdblquote  was for going to the bathroom only and occasionally she fingered when it itched or needed cleaning while bathing.\par
\tab Suddenly she became aware of the man\rquote s cock pressing hard against her.  Her breasts, too, were pressed against the man and before she knew he was kneading her breasts, they were of ample size and seemed to please the man\emdash he spent several minutes squeezing them.\par
\tab Just as the sun set, the \ldblquote squeezing\rdblquote  was done and Jane was maneuvered to the front seat of the car.  She knew what was to happen\emdash it was all too clear and she was in fear.\par
\tab\lquote Do you finger yourself?\rquote  she was asked in her mind.\par
\tab Finger?  Herself? She didn\rquote t get it.  Then, \par
\tab\lquote Oh, yeah, yes, yes.\rquote  In the shower (at home), in her bed, and sometimes while on the toilet.\par
\tab\lquote Virgin?\rquote\par
\tab\lquote Hell yes!\rquote\par
\tab\lquote Want to get laid?\rquote\par
\tab\lquote No, maybe, not sure.\rquote\par
\page\tab A few teen boys came to mind, two were extreme possibles and if they wanted to she might let them (fuck her.)  but mostly she was in fear of getting pregnant.  Her parents would freak.  And, too, she wasn\rquote t ready\emdash even if the boy put a condom on, there was no 100 percent assurance that she wouldn\rquote t come up pregnant in the following months after.\par
\tab\lquote Give head?  Hand jobs?\rquote\par
\tab No and no.\par
\tab She hadn\rquote t been felt up (or out) either.  She wasn\rquote t a prude but she was fourteen and due to the outrageous sexual deploration so rampant in modern day society, Jane hoped to hold off any sexual activity until she was at least in high school.  She WAS curious about \ldblquote getting laid\rdblquote , but the thought of sucking off a boy\rquote s dick was kinda gross.  She had no interest in getting poked in the ass by a boy\rquote s dick, either.  As for a hand job, it had never come up\'85\par
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\tab Blankly she stared up to the green vinyl button tuck ceiling of the car, warm draft breezes blew across her nude body, her mind was in turmoil but there was nothing to grab on to.  Slowly, though, she became aware of something\emdash for a while she couldn\rquote t grasp it, either, but then she did.\par
\tab Pressing down upon her was a man, at first he was a stranger, a mere stranger.  Then, he became more concrete\emdash she didn\rquote t know his name but his face\emdash his face was familiar.  She didn\rquote t know him but yet\'85\par
\tab There was a slight pressure against her\emdash no, IN her.  It was unfamiliar\emdash in a way, it was natural instinct of being a woman (near woman).  She was being made love to.  \par
\tab It was unconscionable.  Inconceivable.  Unfuckingbelievable!\par
\tab There was some noticeable discomforting unpleasantness but it seemed more tolerable than she expected.  Her legs were sore, right at the crotch area; one leg was cast up along the front seat, the other braced up along the dashboard.  The man making love to her lay on her, somewhat squeezing and almost smothering her.  But he raised up and drove his wickedness into her sex during the final fury.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hold not your laughter when we cheerfully chat\par
\tab  Hold not your laughter when we publicly fart\par
\tab  Hold not your laughter whatever the season\par
\tab  Don\rquote t hold it in for whatever reason\par
\tab  Let it out, let it go on a whim of a tat\par
\tab  Fill the air, laugh it out before it falls flat!\rdblquote\par
\page Elaine \par
\tab Tall and skinny was Elaine, kind of reserved with a dabbling of shyness.  But she was friendly.  Awkward, but friendly.  She was athletic, pitched softball and tried for basketball\emdash but was too clumsy for that particular sport.  She was basically well liked and was not sexually attractive to most\emdash although hard up boys checked her butt just the same.\par
\tab She was a virgin.  D-uh!  And at the tender age of thirteen she was just beginning to \ldblquote finger\rdblquote  herself.  She was a farter, but kept that boisterous explosion to herself.  And just a few months into her thirteenth year she had begun her Monthly Curse.  It disgusted her, she wasn\rquote t into blood and the doings unto her cunny grossed her out.\par
\tab Like Jane, she had seen little boys naked, seen crude drawings on the bathroom walls (of a guy\rquote s penis), the various health books, and various other school authorized and home authorized viewings of male anatomy.  Elaine, though, gave very little thought to the Boy Parts; she didn\rquote t think of sex, sex acts, sex positions, or none of that stuff.\par
\tab The girl was skinny, very skinny.  There were small knobby titties on her lily white chest, small mounds that an average man hand could cover.  She looked overall underfed, hollow.  But she had a hearty appetite just the same, had energy and energy to spare.  She was good natured but sometimes took offense to those who pointed out how skinny and lanky she was.\par
\tab Jane\rquote s eyes bulged near out of their sockets as she watched the Man\rquote s cock disappearing into Elaine\rquote s cunt.  The tall skinny thirteen year old lay out on the front seat, her clothes cast off onto the desert sand; Jane sat scrunched up in the front seat, Elaine\rquote s head nestled against her fresh fucked poon.  Elaine twisted and fussed\emdash when she did she was smacked HARD at the thighs.  She spread open her legs and endured the penetration.\par
\tab\lquote Come up, sit on her face.\rquote  Jane was told (in her mind.)\par
\tab Jane licked her lips and digested the command.  She looked down to the tormented Elaine and tried to comprehend the command.  The Man tugged her forward, \ldblquote SIT!\rdblquote  he said aloud.  Jane squatted, sitting on Elaine\rquote s face.\par
\tab\lquote Lick her pussy.\rquote  Elaine was told.\par
\tab Elaine couldn\rquote t follow thru, she was too horrified and confused.\par
\tab\lquote Finger yourself.\rquote  Jane was told.\par
\tab Jane blinked her eyes and felt somewhat sickened; a warm desert breeze kissed her face and the image of \ldblquote fingering\rdblquote  came to her mind.  She knew what it meant and slowly she began doing so.  Her pretty brown eyes returned to the Man\rquote s cock\emdash almost half of it was pumping into Elaine\rquote s pussy.\par
But wait!  There\rquote s more!\par
\tab James & Brian\par
\tab When you are alone you pretty much think you can do anything and no one will know it.  Pretty much.  But in the days of electronic contraptions of various sorts, yer never alone as you think you are.  Case in point, James Lorren and Brian Heath.  Two thirteen year old boys out gallivanting in in a large desert-meadow just beyond their homes.  It was both a desert that had once been a meadow\emdash remnants of both were still prevalent and it was dicey on which landscape was going to prevail.\par
\tab There were hills, small valleys, LARGE hills, caves, abandoned mines, railroad tracks, and all sorts of things to interest two young growing adventurous lads.\par
\tab It was while adventuring their lives changed.\par
\tab After climbing over some abandoned mine equipment young lad James stood atop the old rusting equipment, whipped out his schlong and began peeing from where he stood.  His companion laughed at him and James nearly \ldblquote wetted\rdblquote  him.\par
\tab\lquote Push your pants down.\rquote\par
\tab A dark Voice invaded James\rquote  mind.  He looked around, glanced quickly at his EMAD detector his mother had insisted he wear at all times, even to bed.  The detector detected nothing.  James shook his head, scratched his balls and finished up his pee.\par
\tab\lquote PUSH DOWN YOUR PANTS!\rquote\par
\tab The Voice was louder and more forceful.  And this time, James couldn\rquote t so easily dismiss it.  He found himself pushing down his gray corduroys\emdash followed by his underwear.\par
\tab\ldblquote DUDE!\rdblquote  called up his friend wandering below the ancient earth mover, \ldblquote What up!?\rdblquote\par
\tab James couldn\rquote t answer.  He made a nervous shrug and began \ldblquote caressing\rdblquote  his ass.\par
\tab\lquote He\rquote s got a nice ass, don\rquote t he?\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What?  Huh?  Who the fu--\rdblquote\par
\tab\lquote Easy now, laddy,\rquote  said a Voice with more umph, \lquote lookit his ass, watch him rub it.\rquote\par
\tab Brian felt a slight wave of panic fill him, surging recklessly throughout his young body.  Then,\par
\tab\lquote take yer pants down.\rquote\par
\page\tab There was no way Brain was going to do that, he somewhat knew what was happening, it was confusing and he wasn\rquote t one hundred percent sure for certain, but guessed quickly that someone with an EMAD was upon them.\par
\tab Then, before he knew it\emdash his pants were down.  He became aware when the Summer\rquote s day sun suddenly warmed his bare flesh as he was standing back up from lowering his jeans.  \lquote holy shit!\rquote  he breathed to himself.  Glancing back up to where James was still standing on the sieve machine, James was \ldblquote bent over\rdblquote  cheeks spread\'85\par
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\tab The sweet smell of wildflowers and herbs drifted aimlessly along sullen air; birds in nearby trees chirped relentlessly; in the distance a dog was barking; concealed by rusting ancient mining equipment two thirteen year old boys stood nude facing one another, their harden peters touching.\par
\tab\lquote rub his ass.\rquote  And although the concept of \ldblquote rubbing his ass\rdblquote  was horrendous and never on their own would they do so, James Lorren rubbed his best friend Brian Heath\emdash in turn, Brian rubbed James.  And despite the horrendous act, the boys\rquote  dongs grew even stiffer!\par
\tab After much ado about embracing\emdash ass rubbing, other things came into play:  \lquote you like fondling your friend\rquote s cock.\rquote  followed by:  \lquote you like caressing your friend\rquote s ass.\rquote  along with:  \lquote you like kissing your friend\emdash tongue in the mouth.\rquote\par
\tab The Voice in their heads continued, repeating phrases and deeply planting acts and actions, like:  \lquote you like stroking your friend\rquote s cock; you like to have him pee on you; you like your friend\rquote s cock in your mouth\emdash you love to suck his cock, lick his balls, and put your nose into his hole.\rquote\par
\tab\lquote You like it when your friend puts his cock up your ass; you like watching your friend cum on your cock\emdash and then go down and suck your cock clean.  You LOVE shoving your dick up your friend\rquote s ass and after you cum in his hole you LOVE licking his cream filled shitter clean!\rquote\par
\tab\lquote You love being naked with your friend, to roll around in the nude, cumming and peeing on each other.  You will do anything you are told WHEN you are told to do it.  You love your Daddy Mack, you love sucking his cock and balls.  For your Daddy Mack you\rquote ll gladly spread your cheeks to receive him anytime he wants.\rquote\par
\tab The boys clung to one another as the stood in the fleeting rays of the afternoon, their past seeping away as their urine puddle in the desert sand\'85\par
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