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Book 8\par
Chapter Forty-Eight\par
A Funny Thing Happened\par
(on my way to the Slime Pit)\par
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Wisdom does not always come with age - sometimes age comes alone.\par
On pain and stress and approach to life:  \ldblquote Pain is a relatively objective, physical phenomenon; suffering is our psychological resistance to what happens.  Events may create physical pain, but they do not in themselves create suffering. Resistance creates suffering.  Stress happens when your mind resists what is... The only problem in your life is your mind's resistance to life as it unfolds.\rdblquote\par
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\tab\ldblquote And now\emdash the weather!\rdblquote\par
\tab In a word\emdash rain.  Lots and lots of rain.  So much rain that ole Noah gonna get interested.  Funny, though, there was no rain out on the highway, or the byway, or anywhere else but the creepy woods with the creepy lake in the middle.  There were cabins about\emdash lifeless and empty.  Nothing stirred\emdash like fish, in the lake.  It was a dreary-dreary place indeed.\par
\tab No birds.\par
\tab No voles, badgers, porcupines, weasels, foxes, or bears.\par
\tab It was creepy plain and sure.\par
\tab Something bad happened therein.  Five lone cabins were virtually swallowed up by the overgrowth.  There was a small clearing before each one but it wouldn\rquote t be long before that would be obscured, too.  Ferns were the most prevalent but there were other various fauna spread all about the shoreline with thicker ferns and vegetation engulfing huge granite boulders.\par
\tab There weren\rquote t even any game trails.\par
\tab The first cabin had a well weathered boat against one side; 2-story with a small front porch.  Whether or not there was an outhouse or propane tank behind the cabin was unknown\emdash vegetation was too thick and Rain Frisco wasn\rquote t stepping anywhere near there.\par
\tab Rain Frisco was moody\emdash and being in spooky woods wasn\rquote t the place to alleviate a mood.  A gambling casino was.  There was some mysterious draw to the spooky woods, though.  Rain couldn\rquote t shake, but the shaking of his body prompted him to check out the woods and the cabins at a later time.  Now, he had to get out of the wet clothes and before he caught pneumonia.\par
\tab\ldblquote I remember you from such films as \ldblquote Zombies!  Zombies!\rdblquote  and \ldblquote I was a Teenage Mutant Zombie!\rdblquote\par
\tab The old Hollywood dame with a glazed boozed look on her withered old face smiled at Rain as he plopped himself down beside her.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fancy meeting you here!\rdblquote  she said succinctly.  No matter the booze, or the age, Yvonne Burgerone didn\rquote t slur her words.  She tilted and wavered but she spoke correctly.\par
\tab Rain plunked down his chips and let his mood perk up.\par
\tab Booze and winning hands helped that out.  Yvonne did so-so.\par
\tab After awhile of playing it was time to do something else\emdash like dinner.\par
\tab\ldblquote Care to hang out with an old cantankerous dick like me?\rdblquote  Rain asked jokingly; to wit Yvonne snickered, \ldblquote If you don\rquote t mind hanging out with an old cunt like me!\rdblquote\par
\tab The Dealer gave the two a shocked look.\par
\tab Rain offered his arm in a gentlemanly manner and Yvonne took the offering.\par
\tab Dinner, drinks, a lousy lounge show, and off to hotel room\emdash Yvonne\rquote s room.  Rain was still a little moody and wasn\rquote t in the mood for shenanigans\emdash the sexual kind.  Yvonne offered more drinks and it was a time just to cool down and relax.  He was up a bit more than what he started with, that was something.  His old truck still needed upgrading.  Although it had been awhile since he had been in the Northvalley casinos he was leery from his earlier visits.  The casinos he had visited helping himself to the \ldblquote stacks\rdblquote  in the cashiers\rquote  booths were aware that something had happened\emdash most likely a culprit with a mind altering device.  In that, the security was likely tightened and the security cameras zeroing in on everyone coming to said cashier booths.  Rain figured it was possible (very likely) that his image was on some security booth wall\emdash he was a marked man.\par
\tab So he cooled it and didn\rquote t visit the booths were the cashiers were leery.  \par
 \tab There were; however, other booths in other casinos that were not so and so Rain \ldblquote visited\rdblquote  them, briefly.  It still did little to uplift his mood.  The chat and drinks with Yvonne lasted until the wee hours of the morning.  Whether or not Yvonne appreciated the fact that Rain didn\rquote t jump her bones or not wasn\rquote t known\emdash sometime between 3AM and 5AM when Rain awoke for nature\rquote s calling, Yvonne Burgerone who was in such films as \ldblquote Do Robots Dream?\rdblquote  and \ldblquote The Robot Bunny Zombies Are Coming!\rdblquote  passed away.\par
\tab That seriously didn\rquote t help Rain\rquote s mood.\par
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\pard\tab Leaving Northvalley he aimed his old yellow \rquote 53 towards Burrelwood.\par
\tab Yeah, he thought of the black family there, the Belliflop family and ultra horny Kenny who was more than grateful to Rain for helping him have his way with the girls AND their mother.  He thought of fellow casino gal, Kellie, too.  He missed her.  He missed Cliff who had also kicked the bucket.\par
\tab Burrelwood came\emdash and went.\par
\tab At the crossroad \ldblquote T\rdblquote  section was Desert Hwy 1A.  Turning left would take him out to the desert towns Eight Acres, Acton Wells, Bridgeview Meadows Mesa, and the others.  Rain needed a new venue\emdash a new view.  Although she was old, Yvonne had been cool.  He liked her.  She was a dame who had class, came from the Old School.  She could drink and cuss with the best of them and still could outclass anyone in the social uppity world including royalty!\par
\tab She was going to be missed.\par
\tab Rain turned right heading to new towns.\par
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\tab Burnt Rock  Tree Stomp  Lookout Vista  Laurel Canyon\par
\tab Leon\rquote s Eats  Last Chance Station  No Services Next 60 Miles\par
\tab Good Luck!\par
\tab Sounded promising.  The ocean was out that way, out past Laurel Canyon\emdash another 200 miles or so.  A military base was there, a small town, a rinkydink trailer park nestled up against the ocean shore (sound familiar?) and not much else.  A new direction was needed.  He would miss the cabin by the creepy woods.  There was that abandoned mine, too.  It was certain there was a story there, a mystery to solve.  Rain wasn\rquote t in the mood.\par
\tab And speaking of rain\emdash\par
\tab A downpour came virtually obscuring the road ahead.  There was no windshield washer fluid to wash off the dirt encrusted on the windshield, and the right windshield wiper had a mind of its own.  On reflection, had he had sex with the Old Dame of Hollywood\emdash it would be hard to live down finding her life expired afterward.\par
\tab But also on reflection, he had given her a \ldblquote nice time\rdblquote  for what limited time she had left.  No sex, just chatting, drinking, and so on.  It still bugged him; he remembered her in such B-films of the fifties like \ldblquote Finkleberry the Last Emperor of Dingledom\rdblquote  and \ldblquote Gnary the Gnome.\rdblquote   \par
\tab The rain came harder.\par
\tab With one bulb illuminating the EATS sign, Rain pulled up alongside the dreary old roadside building that definitely had seen way better days.  The sound of the rain thumping on the rooftop of the old truck drowned out all thought.  He sighed, farted, searched the ash tray for a doob; found none and sat back in the seat stretching.\par
\tab That only got him a kink in his calf and he had to get out.\par
\tab The rain was not only falling hard but cold, too.\par
\tab No one was inside the crappy roadside diner\emdash but it was a miserable night to be out.  Cabbage and chili could be smelled, the old man and woman who ran the establishment eyed the drenched man who came in.\par
\tab\ldblquote You open?\rdblquote  Rain asked.\par
\tab The old man said something that was unintelligible but the nod conferred \ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote   Rain parked it by a window streaked with grime and age.  Wooden floor, wood walls and ceiling.  Old rafters were exposed with a jungle of cattle skulls, miner\rquote s lanterns, galvanized washtubs and everything else suggesting \ldblquote old\rdblquote  time.\par
\tab\ldblquote Whattya have?\rdblquote  asked the pudgy woman.  She looked haggard but held her order book.\par
\tab\ldblquote Chili.\rdblquote  Rain said.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good choice.\rdblquote  The old woman mouthed and she turned waving the order shouting \ldblquote CHILI SPECIAL!\rdblquote\par
\tab A jukebox occupied space in one corner, there was a wood burning stove, a pool table, ten tables, and a room for weary travelers to grab snacks, ice, beer, fishing poles, and bait.\par
\tab The chili came and it was good.  Lots of onions, tomatoes, peppers, sour cream, avocado, and cheese.  A cold mug of beer accompanied the dish and the worries, concerns, and all else faded.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hot cherry pie,\rdblquote  said the old woman startling Rain, \ldblquote if you\rquote d like some.\rdblquote\par
\tab Rain nodded, suppressed a fart until she walked away taking his empty bowl of chili.  The old man was mopping up the area behind the register when the front door opened and two men entered; one was a state trooper, the other a truck driver.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hello, Hank!\rdblquote  said the old man brightening up a bit.  \ldblquote What the \lquote ell brings you out tonight, thought you\rquote d be in Weehawk (another town way down the way).\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Road\rquote s out.\rdblquote  the trucker said.\par
\tab\ldblquote Washout,\rdblquote  stated trooper, \ldblquote down at the low point at Boiler\rquote s Rock.\rdblquote\par
\tab The trooper and trucker sat together at a table across the room with the trooper giving Rain a slight glance.  The old woman brought the pie with ice cream and another beer to Rain.  He took his time, the trooper, trucker, and proprietors all seemed to know one another\emdash well.  Rain finished his treat, plunked down enough to cover with a tip then shuffled back out to his truck.\par
\tab Burnt Rock, Tree Stomp, Lookout Vista, Laurel Canyon and all points and connections that way were beyond the washout out.  Going back the other way towards Northvalley and Burrelwood wasn\rquote t in his plans; the Desert Hwy skirted those places so he didn\rquote t necessarily have to go into them.\par
\tab The rain continued to fall the rest of the night.\par
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\pard\tab In the morning\emdash the heavy scent of pines, cedars, fresh rain, and pig shit filled the breezy air.  Wonderful combo!  The chili he had consumed rumbled in his belly; it was early morning and no one around the established stirred.  The truck that had pulled in was still parked out front by the defunct old style gas pumps but the state trooper car was gone.\par
\tab In the morning light the EATS establishment was just as dreary as in the evening.  Old wooden planks and even older stacks of tires were piled up alongside the building; along with old style washers.  A miners pick axe, shovel, and other implements were cast about all over.  There was a generator for emergency power, a barbeque area with pit, barbeque stand, and picnic tables.  A few old trying to provide shade trees, one large maple surrounded in company by some pines and cedars and huge boulders.\par
\tab There too, was a large truck.\par
\tab A pick up type truck, four wheel drive.\par
\tab It was HUGE.\par
\tab Mountain gear was needed to climb inside.\par
\tab The truck\rquote s bed had a smaller version of a camper shell\emdash custom made.\par
\tab Rain wrinkled his nose; something stirred within him.\par
\tab The van he had was alright; sucked in character and sucked the gas, too.  It was left at the cabin (by the spooky woods).  He liked his old yellow \rquote 53 truck, but there was something about the huge gray truck before him.  HUGE tires, duals in the rear, winch fore and aft, lots of \ldblquote extra\rdblquote  lights everywhere\emdash it was made for traipsing across the desert in search of treasure (or in search of others who were out traipsing across the desert in search of treasure.)\par
\tab And it was for sale, too.\par
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\tab\ldblquote It was my son\rquote s,\rdblquote  the Old Man, Earl, said with a scowl and an unkind remembrance, \ldblquote till the dern fool went off and went overseas.\rdblquote  Joined the Army and promptly got killed six months later.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bummer,\rdblquote  Rain said not particularly caring, \ldblquote how much?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote How much ya got?\rdblquote   love those choices.\par
\tab The truck had a heavy duty gas engine, the biggest in its class.  Extra large fuel tanks; a septic tank, fresh water tank, too.  Premium radio, CB, and a decent interior of comfort not commonly associated for a vehicle designed to go off-roading and exploring.\par
\tab More rain was on its way; dark foreboding clouds lingered about the high desert area; the temp was dropping, too.  Rain negotiated a price with Earl and by noon had himself a new ride complete with trailer to haul his \rquote 53.  He had to go into town to deal with the department of motoring vehicles and insurance.\par
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\pard\tab Even with the windows up on the new ride and the diesel engine running, he was sure he heard the old man \ldblquote whoop\rdblquote  as he brought the sizeable cash to his wife.  Rain smiled and pulled onto the highway making for Northvalley.\par
\tab The handling of the big truck was something\emdash really something!  It handled the road\emdash and the rain surprisingly easy.  It was way different than what Rain thought.  Of course there was a period of adjustment; the set-up of the vehicle was something; instruments, controls, what have you.  There was a pass-thru from the cab to the camper.  The cab area was a 4-door extended cab\emdash plenty of room.  Plenty.  Separate heating and air conditioning, plenty of comfort, ice-chest equipped, too!\par
\tab The big truck, Gray Goose, handled the road and rain with ease and sailed back into Northvalley in no time.  A little business with the motor vehicles department, then a personal visit to the insurance company he had his old truck with, then it was time for a bite to eat.\par
\tab The Gray Goose had round headlights instead of the square ones or the new swoop design.  The round lights gave the truck character; the hood and fenders were reminiscent of older style vehicles from \ldblquote way back when.\rdblquote   While he had his lunch and admired his new ride, he caught sight of a girl dashing across the four lane road out front of the restaurant.  The road wasn\rquote t a \ldblquote highway\rdblquote , just a city road having two lanes of traffic going both ways.  Luckily, there was not much traffic.\par
\tab The girl made it across all lanes and disappeared behind a gas station.\par
\tab Rain let her go, completed his meal, and paid no attention to anyone else in the area.  He still missed Yvonne\emdash and Cliff, and Kellie.  His life was not normal, he knew that; getting close to some people was sometimes a hazard.  He handed personally his waitress a ten dollar bill, a smile, and out the door he went.\par
\tab Speaking of gas stations\emdash the new ride needed gas.\par
\tab The rain had let up\emdash some.  To the east the clouds were deep, dark, thick, and menacing.  The west the clouds were parting revealing a clear blue sky.  Kinda quirky.  The air was cool freshened by the scent of rain.  There wasn\rquote t a lot of trees in Northvalley, not scented ones.  And there still was the lingering scent of pig shit.\par
\tab After filling the two large fuel tanks and the propane tanks, Rain parked on the side of station to think and brood.  The bridge south was probably still out or inundated with crud.  That left continuing north to unknown territory.  According to the map it was a long-long ways around to get back to the desert city by the ocean.  He didn\rquote t know why but he felt there was draw there\emdash something was pulling him.\par
\tab Then he saw the girl again, darting across the adjacent four laner and \ldblquote hiding\rdblquote  behind a bus canopy.  A city patrol car cruised by\emdash and as soon as it did, the girl was on the move hoofing it across a lot and into Rain\rquote s mind.\par
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\tab It was a cold and dreary night; rain was falling and not a soul stirred but a lone gray truck and a lone soul on the road.  So dark and rainy was the night that the lone soul on the road wasn\rquote t aware that she was ON the road\emdash right in the middle of the road!\par
\tab The Gray Goose pulled up beside her and the passenger side door opened.\par
\tab\ldblquote Need a lift?\rdblquote  asked the driver.\par
\tab The girl (from earlier observance) stood shivering holding her hands clutched tightly under her chin.  She couldn\rquote t answer and was actually in a quandary about accepting the ride from a stranger.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s a little warmer in here.\rdblquote  continued to offer the driver.\par
\tab She knew there were dangers but she was freezing and there was warm air gushing out of the truck\rquote s cab.  She barely could move but managed somehow to pull herself up onto the running board where the driver helped her on in.  The door closed and the young teen could barely remember anything thereafter.\par
\tab\ldblquote You know what pneumonia is?\rdblquote  the driver asked of her.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ve heard of it.\rdblquote  she said on freezing trembling lips.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, it\rquote s bad stuff\emdash usually catch it in weather like this.\rdblquote  but not always.\par
\tab The girl sat on suede seats, virtually waterproof and with very little wear.  The warm air from the air registers was good but \ldblquote Kasey\rdblquote  was frozen to the bone.  She offered no resistance to being escorted from the cab thru the secondary cab and into the camper area.  Standing making a puddle in the camper, Kasey Lictoe, shivered and continued to be at the whim of the driver.\par
\tab The camper was a small one having necessary amenities but not a lot of room.  A mini refrigerator, camp stove, sink, a one unit bathroom having toilet, shower, and sink in light material.  There too, was a small bunk along one side.  Rain Frisco wasn\rquote t so familiar yet with the camper but managed to find what he needed without too much difficulty\emdash the separate heating unit, lighting, stove operation for one.\par
\tab After getting a pot of hot water going (for hot chocolate) he focused his attention on the frozen teenager.  She was thirteen\emdash according to the school ID he found in her back pocket, attended Northvalley Junior High, 7\super th\nosupersub  grade.  The girl did nothing as he fished the wallet out of her pants but cling to herself and make a generous puddle.\par
\tab Kasey also did nothing as Rain unclasped her hands and undone her shirt.  It was a boy\rquote s shirt; and coupled with the baseball tee-shirt underneath gave clues to the fact that the girl was a tomboy.  She had twin braids, long limbs, a long narrow face, blue eyes, and looked twelve!\par
\tab The shirt kerplopped to the floor that was of a composite-like material, something like linoleum.  The baseball tee-shirt was blue, had a baseball mitt emblazoned on the front with \ldblquote Northvalley League Sentinels\rdblquote  written above in an arch.  A regular tee-shirt was underneath.\par
\tab Kasey continued to shiver and do nothing as the man continued to undress her; her outer shirts were off in a heap on the floor soon followed by her undershirt and then her bra.\par
\tab Small breasts, small like apples.  Rain cupped each one, squeezed, rubbed his thumb over the nipples, and got hard.  The girl trembled in a shivering manner and either didn\rquote t care that she was being mawed or wasn\rquote t aware. \par
\tab Blue socks just covering the ankle, simple street tennis shoes with big laces.\par
\tab The jeans the girl wore were the most cumbersome as they were heavy and thoroughly inundated with rain water.  \ldblquote You\rquote re gonna have to sit down.\rdblquote  Rain said softly.  The girl just trembled and continued to be at the whim of her benefactor.  Rain gently eased her butt to the bunk where he struggled with getting her jeans undone and then off.\par
\tab Simple basic white panties, bikini style, greeted him and his heart warmed.\par
\tab The jeans and other clothing were moved to one side; the hot chocolate was ready and Kasey took the offering from the man while sitting on the bunk clad only in her panties.  A great cloud burst opened suddenly drowning out all possible thought.  After the hot chocolate, Rain gently guided the girl down on her back and pulled off her panties.\par
\tab Cha-ching!\par
\tab Kasey was just too cold to know or care\emdash maybe a little of both.  Her shivering had lessoned; she still clutched her hands up under her chin, though.  Rain looked the drenched girl over, he was certain that she had an explanation for being out in the weather.  That would come later, but first!\par
\tab There was lighting throughout the rig\rquote s interior as well exterior; Rain turned off all the lights except the one over the stove.  That light gave just enough ambience; time for a little expertise in determining Kasey\rquote s virginity.\par
\tab The girl did nothing as her legs were parted.  She still did nothing as fingers not her own began probing her cunny.  It was a nice smooth cunny with trimmed pubes about the gash.  A gash.  Not a smooth snatch as should be supposed but one that had seen some dick.\par
\tab Rain licked the girl\rquote s cunny engulfing the entire poon driving his tongue wickedly into her sex.  She stirred a little, moaned, but otherwise remained still (with her hands still clutching under her chin.)\par
\tab She was still snug, this determined by Rain\rquote s expert cock slowly sliding into Kasey\rquote s poon minutes later.  The girl moaned, arched her back, twisted, opened her mouth, and endured mindlessly being fucked.\par
\tab Leaning down on the naked teen,\par
\tab\ldblquote Whose been in your pussy?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kasey blinked her soft blue eyes, got a curious look on her face, then seemed to be lost before blurting out, \ldblquote James.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Was James your age?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No.\rdblquote\par
\tab Rain smiled.  His cock surged inside the young girl\rquote s cunt; his voice was soft as he questioned the girl\emdash he found it odd that he hadn\rquote t had to use the minding device on her.  Had he known it was easy to get a girl\rquote s clothes off and quiz her he would have picked up more girls in the rain!\par
\tab Oh well.\par
\tab He suckled on her soft chilled breasts, cupped her bare ass and drove his cock to ecstasy.  Kasy shuddered as she, too, experienced something of an orgasm.  Rain smiled then gently rolled the girl over\'85\par
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\tab There was no pitter-patter of rain drops on the camper shell roof\emdash it was a torrential downpour!  No one would be likely out looking for a missing teenager, Rain was pretty sure of that.  But still, after fondling Kasey\rquote s ass, spanking it, fingering into the crevice and then the hole (which WAS virginal), Rain fired up the new ride and headed out of town.\par
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\tab She awoke with a headache.  A little groggy and a lot confused she lay still to get herself together.  There was a window beside her with a heavy curtain for privacy.  Parting the curtain she saw rain drops splattering onto the small square window.  Turning her head she was awed to see the man who had rescued her as well as a boy\emdash both naked!\par
\tab The boy was about her age, thirteen.  He had sandy brown hair, blue eyes, and was naked.  The boy was on his knees masturbating the man\emdash then sucking him!  \par
 \tab Great terror filled Kasey\emdash fear and mass confusion consumed her.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the fuck!?\rdblquote  she exclaimed but wasn\rquote t sure if the words came out of her mouth or not.\par
\tab Then she realized that she herself was naked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote  Kasey again thought she said aloud but wasn\rquote t sure.  Petrified with fear, though, the young teen found herself strangely unable to move.  Most thoughts about her had been irradiated\emdash she remembered being drenched to the bone in a rainstorm, then\emdash\par
\tab\lquote some rescue!\rquote\par
\tab Kasey searched her mind, \lquote what happened after?\rquote   what happened \ldblquote after\rdblquote  being brought into the truck?  She thought thoughtfully all the while watching as the teenage boy sucked the man\rquote s cock.  Slowly she fingered herself; floods of images filled her mind suddenly\emdash boys, boys she had been in charge of.  Young boys.  Young boys in their backyard playhouse, treehouse, and tent set up in their bedroom.\par
\tab Kim Lee was a nice boy of eight and the oldest boy she had been naughty with.  With Kim, in his tree fort, they had gotten completely naked.  Kasey had fondled his cock and in turn, Kim had fingered her pussy.  From there, after a couple more meetings, it was sex.  Straight sex\emdash no oral or anal.  But then again, Kasey really wasn\rquote t up on the other forms of sex or even foreplay.\par
\tab The other boys Kasey had been naughty with had been a bit younger amounting nothing more than fondling, fingering, and getting the naked boys to hump against her flaming poon.\par
\tab Getting caught \ldblquote in the act\rdblquote  by her new daddy wasn\rquote t in her plans.\par
\tab Focusing back on the man and the boy; the man pulled his prong out of the boy\rquote s mouth and began humping it against the boy\rquote s face!  Awesome!  Kasey was sickened and awed at the same time\emdash then she realized that she was fingering herself.  Her whole body tensed and tingled; she couldn\rquote t rightly determine if what was going on was real\emdash and if so, was it right?\par
\tab The man pulled the boy to a standing position and embraced him, fondled the boy\rquote s hard-on, then caressed his ass before turning him around and placing him face down on the bunk.  For a moment, Kasey and the boy locked eyes.\par
\tab There was nothing there, though; the boy had a blank expression that reveled nothing.  Behind him, the naked man was up against him pump-pump-pumping away.  The boy grunted but otherwise \ldblquote took it\rdblquote  and that was all there was to it.\par
\tab After a couple of minutes or so the man locked eyes with Kasey.\par
\tab\ldblquote Open your legs.\rdblquote  he told her.\par
\tab Kasey gulped but opened her legs; she was laying on her side up against the wall of the camper.  Her cunny tingled and felt \ldblquote sore.\rdblquote   A sudden burst of insight came and she suddenly remembered\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote  she blurted aloud.\par
\tab\ldblquote Open your legs.\rdblquote  the man repeated.  \lquote and position yourself--\rquote\par
\tab Kasey opened her legs and \ldblquote positioned herself\rdblquote  whereas her cunny the man had fucked just hours earlier was at the mouth of the boy being sodomized.\par
\tab The boy grunted and clenched as the powerful cock in his ass was something tremendous.  His hot breath went into the Kasey\rquote s pussy.  It was the most amazing thing ever!  \par
\tab It was also disgusting, horrible, and frightening.\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived!\rdblquote\par
\tab Senior Airman Gorpman said that to Rain.  SrA Gorpman had been around awhile, rose to the rank of Tech Sergeant before an altercation with some young pups at an off-base bar got him busted.  The younger enlisted airmen had been rude to the waitresses and Gorpman set them straight, he didn\rquote t mind losing the rank, in due time he\rquote d get it back.  Or not.\par
\tab Rain Frisco was in the Air Force.  For the first few years of military life he had been a simple enlisted man; he left the military for college life, then a war came along and he re-enlisted becoming an officer.  Through all that, though, he learned more from the SrA than all else prior.\par
\tab It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t just a saying in the Air Force, it was a philosophy.\par
\tab Military, although having its thrilling moments (usually while climbing to 50,000 feet) wasn\rquote t for Rain.  His career lasted a short while.  His pursuit pushed him to other avenues\emdash and with the help of a little mind altering gadget the avenues would be even more thrilling (than cruising just inches from outer space!)\par
\tab While newly acquired Mitchell Greatbone sucked cunny of Kasey Lictoe, Rain Frisco, USAF Captain, rammed his rod into Mitchell\rquote s not-quite-so-virgin asshole.  The boy had a significant hard-on\emdash pressing against the side of the bunk bed.  Kasey looked frightened and confused.  Rain smiled to her and she only got confused all the more.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab Kasey found herself laying completely width wise on the not-so-wide bunk, head up against the wall, her ass right on the edge, and legs open wide, vulnerable, and back.  Naked teen boy dragged his cock up and down her not-so-virgin pussy.\par
\tab\ldblquote So what put you out in the rain?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kasey sighed, \ldblquote I got shuffled.\rdblquote  She said meekly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shuffled?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote My Mom had a new baby, I mean, she had a baby with her new husband.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Your step-dad.\rdblquote  Rain amended.\par
\tab Kasey frowned and it was clear that she was not fond of the \ldblquote new dad.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooo,\rdblquote  guessed Rain, \ldblquote the new baby complicated your life?\rdblquote\par
\tab Kasey nodded.  All attention was on the new baby and Kasey got \ldblquote shuffled.\rdblquote   She missed some baseball games she pitched for, a couple of dances, school events, outings with her friends\emdash her social life crashed\emdash all because of the new baby.  Not too mention the added insult of having to also help care for the newborn, especially watch after it \ldblquote without getting paid.\rdblquote   She was a built-in babysitter and that was just wrong.\par
\tab It finally came to head when Kasey had had enough.\par
\tab Of course, spilling how she really felt didn\rquote t sit well with the new daddy or her mom.  Neither parent could scarcely understand how she could be so heartless and think only of herself.  Kasey couldn\rquote t believe her Mom siding with \ldblquote Hank.\rdblquote   More yelling followed with a serious first-ever slap to her face from her Mom.\par
\tab\ldblquote She\rquote s never hit me before.\rdblquote  Kasey said meekly.\par
\tab Mitchell went on to penetrate the girl\rquote s pussy.\par
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\ldblquote If the enemy is in range, so are you.\rdblquote\~\par
\tab That was an infantry saying.  Along with SrA Gorpman, there was another old fart who spilled occasional wise whims.  He had spent close to 20 years in the Army, the next few years were in the Air Force.  Rain found it wise to listen to the old timers; sure, they got in trouble for some of their shenanigans, but still, they had wise words to spill.\par
\tab As embarrassing as it was to be naked with the teen boy and the full grown man\emdash it was equally embarrassing to go to the bathroom in their presence (let alone watch them go, too!)  The camper had a small niche containing a toilet, sink, and shower all molded out of some material like plastic.  After a rousing morning of getting dicked by both Mitchell and the man, Kasey was rolled over and promptly fucked up the butt.\par
\tab Kasey wasn\rquote t all that sure about what \ldblquote sodomy\rdblquote  was, she heard the word at school, on television, and at church\emdash but as to what it referred to or meant she really was clueless.  She knew what \ldblquote fuck you up the ass\rdblquote  meant \lquote cause the boys at school used that term a lot.\par
\tab After the dicking and light spanking she was escorted to the bathroom; this after her announcement decreeing that she \ldblquote had to go potty.\rdblquote   While she sat on the molded toilet, the man stood at the open door\emdash masturbating.  Peeing was one thing, relieving her bowels was something else.\par
\tab\ldblquote Could you go\emdash away?\rdblquote  she meekly asked.\par
\tab Rain shook his head and stepped into the small enclosure\emdash still masturbating!  Kasey sat up straighter trying to cover her nakedness.  She knew very well that the man\rquote s cock had just been in her asshole.  It smelled bad and was \ldblquote stained\rdblquote  a little, too.\par
\tab The need to crap increased\emdash there was nothing to do but close eyes and let it go.  She pooted, too.  That, and being naked in the bathroom with the naked masturbating man, peeing, pooping, farting, broke the young teen.  She began to cry.\par
\tab Rain squatted down before the upset girl, \ldblquote Shhh, just relax, be calm.\rdblquote  he said in a soothing voice.  There was something about his face, his voice\emdash not at all what Kasey thought a kidnapper would be like.\par
\tab And suddenly\emdash she was calmer.\par
\tab It was standing up against the wall thereafter for a shower.  Rain stood against the confused girl (confused but more calmer) and they got all lathered up and clean.  Mitchell came in to join them and it was a tight fit.  After a lathering and subsequent rinsing, Mitchell stood out of the small bathroom while Rain shoved his fuck stick back into Kasey crap chute.  The girl was bent over and she sucked on Mitchell\rquote s fresh cleaned schlong.\par
\tab Breakfast followed.\par
\tab For Mitchell, he had minor indiscretions; at summer camp previously he had fingered a little girl who had wet her pants.  While changing her \ldblquote secretly\rdblquote  by a stream of water just in ear shot of the camp\emdash Mitchell slyly helped himself to fingering her young snatch.\par
\tab\lquote was that all?\rquote\par
\tab Not really.  It was all with the little girl but there was this other girl, Sade.\par
\tab\lquote and what about her?\rquote\par
\tab Well\'85\par
\tab\ldblquote She couldn\rquote t see and had a traumatic experience that kept her from talking, too.\rdblquote  and when she got lost in the woods by her house, it was Mitchell who found her\emdash and took immediate advantage.  What he did just seemed to \ldblquote come over him\rdblquote .  Sade Gherkin was a wee lass of eight years young.  The girl had already wet her pants.  Mitchell\rquote s thoughts weren\rquote t clear or his initial intent but he eased the girl\rquote s pants down followed by her very pissed soaked panties.\par
\tab\lquote then what happened?\rquote\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t in the Boy Scout Handbook, but Mitchell laid himself upon the girl (to stimulate her, of course!)\par
\tab\lquote your dick was against her?\rquote\par
\tab The boy blinked his eyes, mouth open, dick hard, memories flooding his young mind recalling the incident in the woods.  He nodded.\par
\tab\lquote did you fuck her, go into her?\rquote\par
\tab No, he didn\rquote t\emdash just humped against her pussy (until he had his orgasm.)\par
\tab Then, overwhelmed (by sexual emotions) he put his cum soaked cock against her face and finally into her mouth.  When he was hard again he pushed her legs back and they then were pressed against his chest\emdash then he poked and prodded the little girl\rquote s bung hole and\emdash\par
\tab Penetrated her.\par
\tab Rain smiled.  Cum was spurting forth from the boy\rquote s cock as he relived the event.  He was a good kid, otherwise; boy scout, active church member, honor school student, and one blemish of being an out-and-out pervert shouldn\rquote t be counted against him now, should it?\par
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\pard\tab And poking around the boy\rquote s mind, Rain found another incident regarding hanging with his friends, Adam, Brad, and Carl.  With Adam, Brad, and Carl, Mitchell went skinny dipping in a private pond in the woods.  They also skinny dipped in Carl\rquote s backyard pool when parental units were away.  The boys also gathered at Brad\rquote s home, in the basement converted to a game room where there was a big screen television to watch Brad\rquote s Dad\rquote s porn collection.  There the boys got naked again and whacked off\emdash then whacked it each other off.\par
\tab Oh!\par
\tab\lquote and did you play with the other boys\rquote  dicks?\rquote\par
\tab Yes.\par
\tab And they played with his.\par
\tab\lquote was there sucking involved?\rquote\par
\tab Yes.\par
\tab Hot damn!\par
\tab\lquote cornholing?\rquote\par
\tab Yes.\par
\tab\lquote you took dick up the ass AND fucked your friend\rquote s, too?\rquote\par
\tab Yes.  More cum squirted from his piss slit squirting into Kasey\rquote s mouth then onto her face.  Rain had deposited a narly amount of jizum into the girl\rquote s asshole.  After another rinsing off the three returned to the bunk\emdash Kasey remembered nothing more thereafter.  She watched the rain splatter on the window\emdash the man (Rain) was fucking her while the boy lay beside her masturbating.\par
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\ldblquote You, you, and you\emdash panic!  The rest of you, come with me!\rdblquote\par
\tab That was not always a good sign.\par
\tab\ldblquote Try to look busy,\rdblquote  said Senior Airman Gorpman, \ldblquote never tell your squad commander you\rquote ve got nothing to do.\rdblquote\par
\tab At one time, both Rain and SrA Gorpman were on KP duty,\par
\tab\ldblquote You make it what you want,\rdblquote  said the senior airman with plenty of time on his dress uniform, \ldblquote you want the job to be crudy\emdash it will be.  You can make any job a good one, depends on you and how you see it and want to perform it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Case it point, at the air base , the two men were assigned KP (kitchen patrol) and Rain wasn\rquote t pleased with the detail\emdash but some infractions landed him in hot water with his superior so KP it was\emdash or the stockade.\par
\tab Rain met SrA Gorpman in the kitchen, they checked in with the senior cook who handed them a mop and a bucket each.  \ldblquote See ya in 8 hours!\rdblquote  the gruff man said with a smile and a half hearted salute.  Gorpman returned the salute with a One-Finger salute\emdash as soon as the senior cook turned\'85\par
\tab With mop and bucket in hand, \ldblquote Watch this, junior.\rdblquote  Gorpman smiled and tottled off thru the big double doors\emdash not drop one of water was in the bucket.  The mess hall/dining hall for the air force personnel was a rather large one.  Gorpman moseyed down the center aisle, chatting to fellow airmen, then casually dragging the mop along the floor, then over to the other large aisle and finally, 2-hours later reach the back wall\emdash whereupon he promptly turned around and repeated what he just did going the opposite direction.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do this three more times and call it a day!\rdblquote  said Gorpman.\par
\tab Rain smiled.  Lessoned learned.\par
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\tab After zooming thru Burrelwood it was Dusty Acres, Lost Acres, Tremleton, Godawfulville, and all points west to desert states and beyond.  It was supposed to be the Fall of the year\emdash and it was, but you couldn\rquote t tell it by the weather.  Usually in the desert states the Fall of the year was just cool.  Twenty miles out of Burrelwood, ten miles from Dusty Acres, and another rain storm blew up making Rain Frisco park his new ride off the side of the road to wait it out.\par
\tab A sport yellow sports car caught Rain\rquote s eye.  It was parked askew couple hundred yards away; custom/personal plates, rag top, sporty.  For awhile, Rain let it be.  In the camper he once more put Kasey and Mitchell thru their paces; Kasey giving him head while Mitchell reamed her ass(hole).\par
\tab For Act II, Kasey lay across the bunk and was spanked.  Mitchell stood close by, his cock sore and aching from so much plunging into Kasey.  Doing naughty to Kasey was good\emdash he didn\rquote t care too much for sucking on the man\rquote s cock OR being fucked in the ass by the man.  But messing with Kasey, that was ok.\par
\tab After Rain had spanked the girl\rquote s ass a bright shade of red\emdash and his hand was stinging as much as her young teenage ass, Rain took his turn reaming her asshole.  Mitchell masturbated but was still very sore.  Rain turned the girl to her side, his cock embedded nicely up her ass.  Holding a leg open it was an invite unsaid and Mitchell positioned himself on the bunk and guided his teenage dick into the teenage pussy.  The boy was mostly acting on his own\emdash mostly.  A little minding element al la electronical devicing helped, too.\par
\tab After dinner of mac & cheese, the kids settled down under covers on the bunk.  The rain fell and the Rain brooded.  The little red sports car had someone in it; the window came down and a hand came out to wipe the window and windshield.  The time of day was getting on\emdash and colder.\par
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\pard\tab For a moment the rain let up.  Rain took the opportunity and strolled (briskly) across the open gravel area to the little red car noting the personalized plates on the car \ldblquote 2HOTFU\rdblquote .  When Rain pecked on the driver\rquote s side window, it powered down about an inch, the driver inside said, \ldblquote I have a gun!\rdblquote  and \ldblquote Fuck off!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Suit yourself (bitch!)\rdblquote  and began to strut back to his ride.  The driver was a stuck up snooty female bitch and Rain wasn\rquote t in the mood for her.  He had other plans.  Just as he turned on his heel, though,\par
\tab\ldblquote Are you from Triple A?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No,\rdblquote  Rain said truthfully, adding, \ldblquote there isn\rquote t a Triple A service for fifty miles\emdash at least.\rdblquote  he stood two feet from the car door, hands in his jacket; the driver hadn\rquote t lowered the window very much\emdash and rain was beginning to pick up.\par
\tab\ldblquote I called them an hour ago\emdash cell service out here sucks!\rdblquote  she seemed perturbed and quite possibly pissed off.\par
\tab\ldblquote What happened?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I called these jerks and they said--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No, with the car.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, it just quit running.  The engine wont start.\rdblquote   Then she bitched about how much the car was worth and how new it was and how she was going to fire the dearlership manager and make everyone suffer and bla-bla-bla.  Nice girl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Why don\rquote t you come and sit in my truck\emdash where it\rquote s warm.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck you, I don\rquote t know you!\rdblquote\par
\tab Rain leaned down, hands still in his pockets, \ldblquote It wasn\rquote t a suggestion.\rdblquote  \par
\tab The woman inside twitched, batted her eyes and looked all a fright.  She shook her head exclaiming \ldblquote NO!  NO!  NO!  FUCK YOU NO!\rdblquote\par
\tab Rain smiled, \ldblquote YES\emdash YES\emdash OH MY YES.\rdblquote   \lquote undo you shirt, haul out your boobs, power down the window\emdash get out of the fucking car.\rquote\par
\tab A crack of thunder ripped thru the inky blackness of the unusual and rare Fall storm; the car door opened and a not-too-tall woman of young adult age stepped out\emdash top undone and breasts bared.  Rain fondled them, pressed himself against her and locked eyes with her.  The woman gulped\emdash she was partly aware and partly controlled.  No matter how mightily she tried\emdash breaking free of the electronic mind altering device was a no-go.  She was escorted across the open gravel expanse to the huge gray mega truck and helped in.\par
\tab Rain scurried around to the other side and plopped in\emdash he didn\rquote t like driving in the rain\emdash let alone a rain STORM.  But he decided it would be best to make tracks\emdash just in case the tow truck from the service station did manage to make it out and to the disabled car.\par
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\pard\tab The young adult sat in the passenger seat struggling to get a hold of herself.  She was well aware of being under the influence of a minding gadget.  There was no shaking it.  Rain fired up the mega beast, checked over his shoulder to see the other passengers wrapped in blankets in the extra cab area seats and maneuvered the truck onto the road and onward.\par
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Helga\rquote s big day\par
\tab It was a little awkward, still, to be home after her brief week long stint in the woods.  She awoke sometimes with startles and felt like there was someone else in the room\emdash which prompted her to start sleeping with a light on.  And though living in the countryside there was sometimes cool night air\emdash Helga kept her window shut (and locked!)\par
\tab Life at home was \ldblquote business as usual\rdblquote\emdash especially with Miriam who seemed to pass over the incident regarding Helga, the EMAD, and Helga\rquote s private vacation.  Awkwardness reigned continuously between Helga and her Dad, which had been the usual way between them beforehand, too.\par
\tab One evening, Helga searched for a little minding item.  Couldn\rquote t find it.  She had no idea what had happened; last she know\rquote d was holding it in her hand when \ldblquote busted\rdblquote  by her Mom with her befuddled Dad standing by wondering WTF.\par
\tab\ldblquote Looking for this?\rdblquote  Big Bob asked standing at his daughter\rquote s bedroom door wavering the EMAD in hand.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I just got to thinking about it and wondered--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I picked it up after you left.\rdblquote  He didn\rquote t like what happened, or the cause.\par
\tab\ldblquote I worried about you.\rdblquote  He was hurt from what had happened.\par
\tab\ldblquote I know, Dad, I-I\rquote m sorry.\rdblquote   Standing in her usual attire (pinkish barely knee length dress, white undershirt, white calf length socks) she fidgeted and was uneasy.  \ldblquote It was instinct.\rdblquote\par
\tab Big Bob nodded then sighed, \ldblquote Well, guess it\rquote s all under the bridge now.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re Mom seems back to normal\emdash she\rquote s forgotten about this thing now, I think.\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga humphed, \ldblquote She still remembers when I farted at the First Grade Picture Day!\rdblquote\par
\tab Big Bob struggled to stifle a giggle.\par
\tab Helga plopped herself down on her bed.  \ldblquote So what now?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
\tab Bob shrugged and stepped slowly into the room and placed the minding device on her desk.  \ldblquote Just be careful with it, ok?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t use it, didn\rquote t, well a little\emdash just enough to know how but I really never really used it.\rdblquote  It was a lie and both Bob and Helga knew it.\par
\tab\ldblquote I didn\rquote t use with you.\rdblquote  Helga pleaded her case.  She was almost to tears\emdash she so vehemently wanted to assure her Dad that she hadn\rquote t messed with his mind.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok, Helga,\rdblquote  Bob said leaning against the wall, arms folded, \ldblquote I believe you.\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga sighed (again); sometimes with her Dad it was to tell is he was agreeing with you just to agree and go along to assure you or something else.\par
\tab\ldblquote Mom asleep?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, her and Prince Valium.\rdblquote  he said kinda disgruntled-like.\par
\tab Slight pause, then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, if you ever want to use it--\rdblquote  she shrugged indifference.\par
\tab Bob was lost for a moment, then looked to the minding device on the desk.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, well, I dunno,\rdblquote  he stammered, \ldblquote I don\rquote t know how to use it and--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I could show you.\rdblquote  Helga said being her aggressive self.\par
\tab\ldblquote I dunno, Helga,\rdblquote  he shook his head, furrowed his lips, \ldblquote could be dangerous.\rdblquote   IS dangerous.\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok.\rdblquote  Helga said not pressing it.\par
\tab Another slight pause, then,\par
\tab\ldblquote So, Helga, where\rquote d did you go on your little adventure.\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga smiled sort of kind of remembering.\par
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From a scouting manual:  When walking in the woods, try to avoid stepping in bear shit.\par
Signs to tell if you are in the area of bears; bear scratchings on trees, you\rquote re standing in bear shit, and there are pieces of scouting uniforms all over the place.\par
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\tab\ldblquote And there\rquote s the cabin the big military truck was.\rdblquote\par
\tab Big Bob was astonished, \ldblquote You mean you came all this way?  This far?\rdblquote\par
\tab It was more than a mile from home, way more.\par
\tab\ldblquote Not too mention in my birthday suit.\rdblquote  Helga said dryly.\par
\tab Bob scoffed, had some images in his head he kept to himself, then squatted down in questionable foliage to give the remotely located cabin in the woods a looksee.  No military truck in sight and the place looked abandoned.\par
\tab Helga was suddenly on the move.\par
\tab\ldblquote Helga!  Hey, Helga, where you going?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Just going to see if anyone\rquote s home is all.\rdblquote  She said nonchalantly with a shrug and snuck off thru the bushes making her way around until she was out of sight from Bob.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Helga!\rdblquote  he called gruffly.  \ldblquote Helga!\rdblquote   no answer; then,\par
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\tab --she suddenly appeared at the clearing before the cabin.\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t believe it\emdash he couldn\rquote t believe her!\par
\tab\ldblquote Helga!  Helga, what are you doing!?\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga disappeared to the lee side of the cabin only to appear in sight after going to the backside of the place and coming out in full view waving to her Pop.  Bob shook his head\emdash his daughter was something, she was really something!  Hoofing it across the open from the sanctuary of the woods Bob met up with his bold daughter who had opened the door and was already going inside.\par
\tab\ldblquote Helga!  Wait!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s empty; the truck is gone and no one\rquote s home!\rdblquote  and inside she went.\par
\tab There wasn\rquote t much in the cabin; especially furniture.  One big room, nice rock fireplace\emdash and checking the firewood remains Bob determined that no one had used the fireplace in at least a couple of days.\par
\tab Scattered bits of clothing, bedding, all giving telltale signs of a possible hasty retreat or just someone who was messy and didn\rquote t care about tidiness.\par
\tab\ldblquote Or possibly going to come back.\rdblquote  was another thought to be harbored.\par
\tab Helga found an interesting item, a handwritten manuscript.\par
\tab\ldblquote I Was A Teenage Mutant Ninga Zombie.\rdblquote  Helga read.  Five pages, single space, eleven inch long paper that had faded lines.  The manuscript was on the only table in the one room cabin; a kerosene lantern sat on the manuscript that had some pages turned under itself.  \par
\tab Bob noted another piece of furniture, a trunk.  A large wooden traveler\rquote s trunk from a bygone era with a curved lid.  Inside were some trinkets, old-old photos, WWII British Army boots, dogtags, a bible, and more manuscripts.\par
\tab\ldblquote I Married a Teenage Mutant Ninga Zombie.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Day of the Teenage Mutant Ninga Zombies.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote How to Spot a Teenage Mutant Ninga Zombie.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Blood of the Zombie.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Teenage Mutant Ninga Zombie Chronicles.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Teenage Mutant Ninga Zombies on Robot Bunny Island.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Wow.\rdblquote  Helga said.  The writing was hard to read, faded and in a serious cursive style.  Helga wondered about the author\rquote s use of \ldblquote g\rdblquote  in the word \ldblquote Ninga\rdblquote  instead of the \ldblquote j\rdblquote  that supposed to be there.  Bob said nothing, the cabin creeped him out and after a little more pilfering and finding nothing of interest they moved on.\par
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\pard\tab\ldblquote This is where the biker had fun with his biker chicks.\rdblquote  Helga smiled and fondly remembered.  There was no one there currently and hadn\rquote t been so in quite awhile\emdash it was just getting to cold to Fall/Winter camp.  Helga described the \ldblquote Christian\rdblquote  motorcycle guy, in his sixties, balding, \ldblquote colors\rdblquote  with a Christian emblem, and making naughty with his eleven and eight year old granddaughters!\par
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\tab From there on it was a short (but exhausting) hike to Campsite Number Four where there had been some stoned teenagers.  It was there Big Bob decreed a need for a rest.  \ldblquote I\rquote m pooped!\rdblquote  he almost chortled\emdash almost.  Clouds that hadn\rquote t been anywhere along their trek had suddenly cropped up and the temperature was dropping a little.\par
\tab\ldblquote I cant believe you came out this far!\rdblquote  Bob continued to be amazed at his daughter\rquote s abilities.  Helga was amazed, too!  She sat on a log munching on a sandwich\emdash trekking into the woods the second time she came dressed appropriately\emdash pants, long sweat sleeved sweat shirt, backpack, and shoes.\par
\tab Bob munched his lunch slowly\emdash casually casting his eyes to his daughter and how she was sitting\emdash like a tomboy without care; legs wide open.  But she was in pants.\par
\tab\ldblquote Geeze, Helga.\rdblquote  Bob smirked.\par
\tab Helga giggled, blushed, farted, and closed her legs (but it was uncomfortable for her and a minute later they were wide open again.\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you think there are any bees around here?\rdblquote  Helga asked casually.\par
\tab\ldblquote Bees?  Hmmm,\rdblquote  Bob drawled, \ldblquote don\rquote t know, haven\rquote t seen anything that would draw them bla-bla-bla.\rdblquote  Bob went on to assert his knowledge about bees, their life cycle, workers and queens, drones and honey, and\emdash\par
\tab Helga shook her head\emdash he didn\rquote t get it.\par
\tab\ldblquote And besides, it\rquote s too cold for bees to be out right now anyways.\rdblquote   \lquote too damn cold for ME to be out!\rquote\par
\tab Helga wrinkled her nose, \lquote time for Plan B.\rquote   something more obvious.\par
\tab After slurping her drink, Helga stood and moved to the end of the log, looked around, then stepped around the log but could still be seen by her Dad\emdash until she squatted down.\par
\tab\lquote No bees, huh?\rquote   Well, there\rquote s always something creepy crawling about\emdash with teeth, stingers, and thousands of legs\'85\par
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\tab With a yell Helga screamed and flew up some feet, toppling over the log and coming to rest on her back in a most undignified position\emdash ass against the log, pants and panties at her ankles.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well; shit, Helga, what the fuck!?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Something bit my butt!\rdblquote  she scoffed in reply.\par
\tab Here we go again\'85\par
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\tab Previously,\par
\tab\ldblquote You sure this is going to work?  AND it\rquote s not going to hurt me?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Relax, Helga,\rdblquote  Kim Ko assured her wayward friend, \ldblquote Marjorie isn\rquote t poisonous and her fangs wont even draw blood!\rdblquote   now that\rquote s reassuring!\par
\tab Nonetheless, Helga was squeamish.  Kim placed Marjorie the Garden Spider \ldblquote with fangs that wouldn\rquote t draw blood\rdblquote  into a small plastic clear cylinder.\par
\tab\ldblquote I hope your plan works.\rdblquote  Kim said with a smile.  \ldblquote I mean, if you want to get back to your dad\emdash or him, I mean back into you\emdash I mean--\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga shushed her before she stroked out.  \ldblquote I know what you mean.\rdblquote\par
\tab Helga just wondered if she knew what SHE meant!\par
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\tab The bite of Fall\rquote s air began to chill Helga\emdash camping in Winter!  Who heard of it!  Oh well, she had hatched worse plans; besides, her Dad went along with it when she said, \ldblquote Hey, you wanna see where I went?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Hold still, Helga,\rdblquote  Bob said smacking her bare ass and disrupting her thoughts.  Helga clenched and felt her Pop\rquote s fingers squeezing her flesh (as well as gingerly poking her asshole and diligently sliding into her fresh pissed pussy.  She lay awkwardly across his lap so she couldn\rquote t rightly tell if he had a boner or not.  Closing her eyes she readjusted herself giving her Dad a better view than he had already of her nookie.\par
\tab When Big Bob began smoothing his hand over Helga\rquote s ass\emdash she knew that he knew that it was \ldblquote game on.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote It, uh, looks ok, a small bite\emdash bug, insect bla-bla-bla.\rdblquote\par
\tab\lquote spider.\rquote  Helga whispered.  She hoped Kim wouldn\rquote t be too upset\emdash Helga squished Marjorie (but what was a poor garden spider to do after being hauled across the countryside in a plastic bottle? (and then have the indignity of being kissed/pressed to a lily white tush of some whacked out horny teenager!))\par
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\tab Darkness was coming on fast and it was not even five o\rquote clock yet!  Not too mention they hadn\rquote t set up camp; no campfire, no tent, just sex.  Priorities!  Helga, on her hands and knees, frigged herself as her Dad\rquote s cock slid near effortlessly into her pussy.  She tingled all over.   Bob slammed his schlong into his daughter\rquote s asshole\emdash then her cunt, and power fucked until releasing a torrent of pent up orgasmic pleasure.\par
\tab A few minutes later and they were setting up the tent, shoving all their gear inside, plus themselves, then snuggling inside their sleeping bags listening to the rainfall.\par
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\tab Green Creek\emdash the sign read.  Remote Camping.  Pack it in\emdash pack it out.\par
\tab No facilities.  Watch for bears.  No Services.  \par
 \tab Welcome to Bullchurn Woods!\par
\tab Bear bells\par
 \tab While on a hiking vacation and before entering some mountain trails, a hiker ventured into a general store at the bottom a mountain to get some provisional supplies.  While paying for his supplies he asked the old store owner,\par
\tab\ldblquote Say mister, I\rquote m going hiking up in these mountains and I was wondering;\par
are there any bears up there?\rdblquote\par
 \tab The tall old geezer with snow on his head as much as the nearby mountain nodded and said simply, \ldblquote Yup\rdblquote .\par
 \tab\ldblquote What kind?\rdblquote  asked the hiker.\par
 \tab\ldblquote Well, we\rquote s gots grizzlies mostly.\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote Holy crap!\rdblquote  exclaims the hiker, \ldblquote Do you have any bear deterrents?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What do you mean?\rdblquote  asked the old man.\par
 \tab\ldblquote Well, you know, sprays, noise makers, or bells, something like that to let the bear know you\rquote re around.\rdblquote  \par
 \tab\ldblquote Oh yeah,\rdblquote  smiled the old man, \ldblquote Right over there.\rdblquote  \par
\tab The hiker checks out the bells, selects some and takes them to the counter to pay for them.\par
 \tab\ldblquote Uh, tell me something,\rdblquote  the hiker inquires, :how can you tell when\par
You\rquote re in bear territory, anyway?  I mean, is there signs posted or markings?\rdblquote\par
  \tab\ldblquote Bear shit.\rdblquote  the old fellow supplied.\par
 \tab\ldblquote Oh, well, uh, how can I tell if it\rquote s grizzly\rquote s droppings or some other animal?\rdblquote  the hiker asks.\par
 \tab\ldblquote Oh, you can tell the difference.\rdblquote  \par
 \tab\ldblquote Well, what\rquote s the difference?\rdblquote  asks the hiker.  \ldblquote I mean, what\rquote s different\par
between grizzly\rquote s pile o\rquote  shit and say a mountain lion or some other bear?\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote The stuff that\rquote s in it.\rdblquote   replied the store owner.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, you mean fish and berries, stuff like that?\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote No, bear bells!\rdblquote  replied the old man and he handed the hiker his purchases.\par
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\tab Campsite 7 was one of the many remote campsites along Green Creek, it was where Paul Namereker was fishing with Gee Nurbherder.  Paul was some years older than Gee; Gee was the son of a friend of Paul.  There seemed to be good rapport between the two and there was more to their friendship than anyone know\rquote d; specifically speaking of the daughters of Paul, Annette and Chrissy.  Helga detailed the debauchery that Gee perpetuated (with the help of his little trickster) and Bob got wood.\par
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\pard\tab The Eleventh Campsite along the creek was temporary home to Veronica Moonchase; the thirty-five year old divorced private school teacher and artist.  Helga detailed the antics of the various children at the campsite; Rachael, Heather, Donna, and Jody, Freddy, and Ryan.  The spanking incident really got ole Bob hard and as his daughter continued detailing the campsite story\emdash he pulled out his monstrous schlong and began pleasing himself.\par
\tab Another campsite story, involving Darren and Susan (see previous chapter, Forest Stories) and then it was on to Light-Rock campground and then the remote cabins.  After Helga serviced her Pop\rquote s cock, he serviced her laying her down and helping her out of her clothes.  The sun had managed to push away the threatening clouds but the air was still Fall crisp.  Big Bob\rquote s big dick slowly lay upon his daughter\rquote s fuckable fucking cunt; he lay it against her entrance, cupped her head and adored her.\par
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\pard Toad Swallow Hollow\par
\tab How many U.S. states border the Gulf of Mexico?\line  \tab\ldblquote What is Five?\rdblquote\par
 \tab What's the ballet term for a 360-degree turn on one foot?\line  \tab\ldblquote What is Pirouette?\rdblquote\par
\tab Answering correctly those questions, ten before and five more after earned her serious money for her college education from a national game quiz show for kids.  In the days that followed\emdash a little chaotic; parties in her honor, top of the town talk, \ldblquote celebrity\rdblquote  status, a dinner with the town mayor, it was a wow factor for sure for pretty straight laced Andrea Jeapory.  \ldblquote The Smartest Kid in O-Town!\rdblquote  the newspapers read.  It gave her the big head\emdash in an embarrassing sort of way.  After a time she began sneaking around to find places to be alone.  Everywhere she went, ice cream parlor, pizzeria, some places at school (under the bleachers) she was found out and the socializing began again with congrats and beefing her ego up and up and up.\par
\tab Finally, the girl had had enough and escaped\emdash but she had help.\par
\tab Faintly she recalled taking the #2 bus out to edge of town where there was a car dealership, a feed store, a tavern, a general store featuring country furnishings and clothing, and a 2\super nd\nosupersub  hand store.  Andrea went down the small alley between the feed store and the general store\emdash\par
\tab\lquote walk forward\emdash walk to the washer, go around the cement rubble, turn left, walk forward, go to the truck.\rquote\par
\tab The air was cool, the scent of rain was in the air, along with other \ldblquote Fall-like\rdblquote  scents and decorations.  Large tracts of open fields, hay barns, small houses, and lone trees dotting the landscape.  The last thing she remembered\emdash\par
\tab A headache plagued her, her mouth was icky, and a persistent ear ring annoyed her.  Something wasn\rquote t right; her mind was foggy and it felt like she had just woken up from a long sleep or something.  Then there was a drone in her ear along with the uncomfortable unwanted ringing.  \par
\tab Then she got dizzy and realized something was very wrong\emdash her hands were tied!  Her hands were tied behind her!  So were her feet!  And a gag was in her mouth!\par
\tab Panic consumed her.\par
\tab The sudden realization that she had been (gulp!) kidnapped was a frightening thing to consider.  She was twelve and of late\emdash lots of kids her age had been kidnapped\emdash kidnapped for sexual depraved purposes.  Though merely, twelve, Andrea Jeapory knew about sex (and depraved sex.)  The more she thought she less panic consumption consumed her.  She was in a dress, mid blue, knee length, white trim, cotton-denim.  It couldn\rquote t be for certain to tell but she didn\rquote t think she had been raped\emdash yet.\par
\tab She was moving.  Er, the small bunk-like bed she was laid out on was moving giving way to the notion that she was in a vehicle of some kind.  Some kind.  It was noisy.  Slowly she managed to work the blindfold down to give her a little insight on her predicament.  \par
\tab A heavy dark curtain covered a small window on her left; on the right a green canvas curtain was rolled part way down.  Andrea couldn\rquote t figure what kind of vehicle she was in but it was hauling ass down some rough road.  There was cool air mixed with a little warm;  the bed was soft and not like a mattress; she could stretch out and saw a recessed light above her about center.\par
\tab The feeling of going up hill came to her; the vehicle\rquote s engine lumbered and got even noisier.  Using her head and chin she peeked out the small square window to see a deepening evening and light rainfall.  The vehicle came to the top of a hill and made a sharp turn.  Andrea saw a wooden sign with the words \ldblquote TOAD SWALLOW HALLOW\rdblquote .\par
\tab Andrea had never heard of the road.  Angling herself against the walls of her enclosure she kept a steady eye on any more signs.  But the evening was getting darker and there were no highway lights.  There were no lights whatsoever to speak of anywhere and soon rain began to pelter the window.\par
\tab Was she dreaming?\par
\tab No, it felt too real.\par
\tab The vehicle rumbled over something extremely noisy giving Andrea the possible insight of railroad tracks.   A bit of cold made her shiver and then\emdash then, she had to pee.  \lquote Oh, God!\rquote  she cried to herself.  The pressure mounted and she fretted.  She tried peering out of the enclosure she was in assuming that she was inside another enclosure, a box of some type inside a truck or something.\par
\tab Or something.\par
\tab The truck suddenly lurched, gears were grinding, and the vehicle (or something) was once more going up a hill\emdash a steep hill.  Rain fell harder and Andrea found herself snuggling down into the bed trying to sort things out.  It made no sense; however, her last recollection was going down between the two buildings.\par
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\tab Rain was one thing, slick roads on a steep hill was something else.  Mack grabbed gears and carefully negotiated Toad Swallow Hallow Gulch Road, twenty-two miles out behind O-Town.  He had hoped to make it up and over the 4,000 foot hill and down the other side before the rain but didn\rquote t make it.  Being wary of mudslides, Mack eased his big military heavy duty 2 \'bd ton truck up the hill to the top.  Once at the top he pulled off to the side and parked it\emdash no way was he going to try humping it down the slick hill road at night.  He wasn\rquote t in that big a hurry.\par
\tab After setting the chock blocks under the wheels and standing out in the rain to get refreshed and piss on the road, Mack clambored back inside and into the cargo area.  Only one passenger (so far).  A twelve year old celebrity\emdash he was sure National Guard and other law enforcing agents plus vigilantes and non-law enforcing agents would be on the look out and searching for the girl come hell or high water.  Mack wanted to put as much distance between him and them and O-Town as possible\emdash Mother Nature put a damper on those plans.\par
\tab Switching on a light over the small kitchenette on the right side of the cargo bay area, Mack Knott Thanife stripped off his wet clothes\emdash all the while keeping an eye on the supposed snoozing new acquisition.  Once free of his wet clothes he kicked on the separate heating unit then grabbed a towel and began drying off.  Outside and the rain fell.\par
\tab Once dry, Mack came up to the bunk the newly acquired young girl lay on and switched on the light there, too.  She moved with a startle.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sorry \lquote bout that.\rdblquote  Mack said to her.\par
\tab Slowly he removed the blindfold and gag.  The girl locked her eyes on him and said nothing.  \ldblquote Just relax, be calm, be easy.\rdblquote\par
\tab The girl gulped and seemed the opposite.\par
\tab Mack untied her feet and moved his expert hands up and down her calves.\par
\tab The girl tensed, eyes bulging.  She knew what was happening but couldn\rquote t believe it.  \ldblquote What are you doing?\rdblquote\par
\tab Mack didn\rquote t answer her but opened her legs and pulled her butt to the edge of the bunk\'85\par
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\pard\tab A steady rain fell outside; just two weeks ago and she had been in the Big City, competing against boys and girls in her age group\emdash some were very smart and she thought for sure she would never make it to the higher rounds of competition.\par
\tab But she did.\par
\tab She met the producers who were so nice.\par
\tab She met the writers, cameramen, caterers, wardrobe and make-up people, the director, and then the host of the program.  There were televisions, cameras, lights, a two hundred fifty person audience, security guards, everything.  The competition was fierce; a lightning round, Yes or No rounds, Multiple Questions & Answers, and the contestant on her right farted.  She heard it.\par
\tab Then she won.\par
\tab It was awesome.\par
\tab It was frightening.\par
\tab It was surreal.\par
\tab The need to pee once more pressured her disrupting her thoughts.\par
\tab Then\emdash then what had just happened to her filled her and did more than frighten.  After her ankles were free of their bindings, the man opened her legs and began feeling of her.  Andrea didn\rquote t panic; she couldn\rquote t do anything of the sort but lay undignified and stare blankly at the horrible man\emdash the horrible man who was naked.\par
\tab For a long while her eyes had been locked on his face, his dark-dark eyes.\par
\tab Then, her eyes lowered\emdash he had a clean hairless chiseled chest, a flat stomach, and\emdash and\emdash and a cock!  Andrea gulped and held her breath with her wide brown eyes staring at the man\rquote s nakedness.\par
\tab\lquote have you seen a cock before?\rquote  the man asked her.\par
\tab The question was bold and seemed to speak to her right inside her mind!\par
\tab\ldblquote Y-yes.\rdblquote  She answered on trembling lips.\par
\tab\lquote ever TOUCH a cock?\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote NO!\rdblquote  she said in a horrifying way.\par
\tab Little boys, older than five, younger then ten she had seen naked, peeing in the woods, so on.  No cock of a boy older than her but she HAD seen pictures of boys of various ages in her school health book\emdash but no men.\par
\tab\lquote do you masturbate?\rquote\par
\tab Andrea\rquote s breath quickened, she tensed up again and the pressure to pee increased dramatically.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I gotta pee!\rdblquote  she wailed.\par
\tab Mack smiled and from caressing the girl\rquote s thighs to cupping her butt to slowly inching down her panties.\par
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\pard\tab Andrea tensed and held her breath\emdash this was it.  She knew she was going to become a statistic\emdash she was going to be raped.  It was a frightening aspect.  Her panties were inched up her legs s-l-o-w-l-y and then off.  Then her legs were opened and the man placed his manhood against her vagina.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote  she uttered.\par
\tab\lquote just relax.\rquote  cooed the man into her mind.\par
\tab Andrea tried but it wasn\rquote t easy.\par
\tab The man rubbed his penis against her sex, poked her\emdash poked her\emdash poked her but didn\rquote t enter her.  Andrea clinched up her face and twisted\emdash and pee was already squirting from her barely pubed pussy.\par
\tab\ldblquote I gotta PEEEEEE!\rdblquote  she wailed again.  She had never peed without being perched on a toilet.  The man pulled her up, squeezed her to his naked self then worked her thru the box enclosure and to where there was a truck cab.  Pee was trickling down her legs and it was grossing Andrea to the max.\par
\tab More grossness was to come\emdash lots more.\par
\tab Outside the truck and the man pulled up her dress.  It was the dead of night, bitter cold, and raining.\par
\tab\ldblquote Alrighty,\rdblquote  said the man aloud, \ldblquote pee.\rdblquote\par
\tab Andrea shivered and looked left and right, \ldblquote What?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Pee\emdash now.\rdblquote\par
\tab Andrea felt a sickness in the pit of her stomach.  But the need to pee was too great to ignore and with her legs apart the stream of pent up pee began to flow.  The man held Andrea in one hand pressing her back against the tire of the big truck, a flashlight in the other.  The light of the flashlight was directed right on her sex and her peeing.  Once she was empty, the man embraced her and she realized (again) that he was stark naked!\par
\tab Back inside the truck and thru the cab, extended custom cab, and into the cargo bay enclosure\emdash then wrapped up in army wool blankets to get dry.  Andrea shivered and watched the man dry himself.\par
\tab When done,\par
\tab\lquote on your knees\'85\rquote\par
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\tab At twelve, Andre was just beginning to become aware of her body; farting, when and not to fart, washing her sex, being aware of pubes, and slightly-slightly finding occasional pleasure with herself.\par
\tab She never-ever sucked cock or really pertinently knew what sucking cock was about.  She had heard the terms but the concept of \ldblquote giving head\rdblquote  was elusive to her.  Optimum word here\emdash was.  After being told \ldblquote on your knees\rdblquote  Andrea was eye to one-eyed monster of the man\rquote s penis she had to \ldblquote open mouth\rdblquote  and \ldblquote take it.\rdblquote\par
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\tab To describe it she couldn\rquote t\emdash a slight musty smell and an odd taste but that was it as far as description.  As the man\rquote s penis went into her mouth, his hand went to the back of her head.  The entire length of the schlong went into her\emdash her first reaction was to back her head away but there was a strong forceful hand holding her in place.\par
\tab\ldblquote Suck it or be spanked!\rdblquote  the man said roughly.\par
\tab Spanked?  Andrea couldn\rquote t remember the last time she had been spanked\emdash if ever.  She sucked the man\rquote s cock, retched and gagged but sucked it until he pulled it out himself\emdash and placed it against her face!\par
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\tab The girl was doing ok, so complied with what she was told without the EMAD prompting her to.  Fear was working wonders here!  After the initial blowjob, Mack Thanife humped her sweet innocent face.  Previous girls her age in his clutches had already had sex of some kind, were heavily into fingering themselves or letting someone finger them!\par
\tab Andrea was different, she wasn\rquote t totally na\'efve\emdash no, but she was clueless to some aspects of sexual debauchery and not clued in enough on others.  She was going to be fine; though, Mack presumed.  She was smart and for the moment\emdash compliant.  Mack still wanted to spank her, though.\par
\tab After humping her face, he pulled her up pressing her against him pulling off her wet dress.  \ldblquote You wont need this anymore.\rdblquote  he said with a smile.  Then turned the girl around and placed her top half onto the bunk.  Then he admired her ass and had her part her legs. \par
\tab\ldblquote Pull your ass open.\rdblquote  Mack told her.\par
\tab Andrea began to snivel and weep but did as told.\par
\tab Mack admired the girl\rquote s crack and virgin hole with his eyes\emdash then with his fingers\emdash followed by his cock.\par
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Kuntsmere Lake\par
\tab Awoken by a startle, young Andrea fidgeted; her tummy ached, her head hurt, and vagina itched.  She was groggy and not quite \ldblquote with it.\rdblquote   Confusion plagued her, an icky taste was in her mouth, and that pesky ringing in her ears was still present.\par
\tab Trying to get her bearings she sat up noting that she was not in her own bed.\par
\tab Then she saw the man\emdash naked, thrusting his hips back and forth in a sexual manner.  Andrea\rquote s mouth hung open\emdash her young legs were partly over the edge of the bunk and it felt like someone had hit her in the chest throwing her air out\emdash she remembered\emdash she remembered the man doing naughty to her.\par
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\tab As she slowly-slowly got her wits back (partially) she curiously inched her self to a sitting position on the edge of the bunk peering around the partition separating her bunk from another one.  There was a boy there, blond haired, face down on the bunk\emdash and naked!\par
\tab The man had his hands clamped tightly to the boy\rquote s hips and was apparently sodomizing him.  Andrea\rquote s ass clenched and she felt her breath taken away again.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good morning!\rdblquote  chimed the man.\par
\tab Andrea couldn\rquote t respond\emdash she stared at the boy.  She knew him!\par
\tab The man pulled back from the naked boy she knew, flopped his cock against the boy\rquote s ass then went back into him for a hard fucking 1-minute fuck.  Then there was a power blast orgasmic and the man faltered and stepped away leaning against some cabinets across from the bunks.\par
\tab The boy turned his head away from Andrea, caressed his ass, and was sniveling.  \par
\tab\ldblquote This continent is cut into two fairly equal halves by the Tropic of Capricorn.\rdblquote\line  \tab\ldblquote What is Australia?\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote This railway linked Moscow and Irkutsk in 1900.\rdblquote\line  \tab\ldblquote What is The Trans-Siberian Railway?\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote This continent has the fewest flowering plants.\rdblquote\line  \tab\ldblquote What is Antarctica?\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote This element begins with the letter K.\rdblquote\line  \tab\ldblquote What is Krypton?\rdblquote\par
 \tab and\'85 \ldblquote What F-word is defined in physics as a \ldblquote nuclear reaction in which nuclei combine to form more massive nuclei\rdblquote ?\line  \tab and no, it isn\rquote t \ldblquote Fuck if I know!\rdblquote   (the answer is\'85Fusion !)\par
\tab Clay Samasu was smart\emdash way smart.  He was way frightened, too.\par
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\tab After recovering a little bit from his workout with Clay; who actually was aboard first before Andrea, Mack stepped back up to the boy, pulled him upright and \ldblquote reaching around\rdblquote  began toying with the boy\rquote s penis which was partly hard.  A little side stepped left and there was the naked Andrea who he had competed against just weeks earlier.\par
\tab Clay blinked his eyes.\par
\tab Andrea offered a meager-meek smile.\par
\tab\ldblquote Lay down,\rdblquote  Mack told the girl, \ldblquote spread your legs, finger yourself.\rdblquote\par
\tab Andrea felt ill, she had to potty, she wanted to wake up in her own bed.\par
\tab Not gonna happen.  She might have figured that out\emdash she laid down with head crocked against the wall and spread her legs.\par
\tab\ldblquote Finger!\rdblquote  almost yelled the man sternly.\par
\tab Andrea closed her eyes and somehow managed to keep her emotions in check and began \ldblquote fingering\rdblquote  her pussy.\par
\tab Clay got wood.\par
\tab Mack\rquote s \ldblquote wood\rdblquote  was right up against the handsome twelve year old boy\rquote s ass.  He continued to manipulate the boy\rquote s dick\emdash along with his mind.  Once Clay\rquote s schlong was sufficiently hard\emdash\par
\tab Mack nodded to the masturbating girl \lquote come here.\rquote\par
\tab Andrea gulped, felt all the more ill, then sat up saying \ldblquote I gotta go to the bathroom.\rdblquote\par
\tab Mack licked his lips and gently pushed Clay out of the way and took the girl by the hand and led her out thru the cab.  It was a little misting and fairly chilly but tolerable.\par
\tab\ldblquote I-I gotta\emdash I got to--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Do more than pee?\rdblquote\par
\tab The partly frightened girl nodded.\par
\tab Mack smiled and escorted her to the front of the truck, \ldblquote Bend over.\rdblquote  He told her and positioned her whereas she was stooped over, legs spread, and spreading her own ass cheeks passing one turd after another.  Most undignified.  The girl began to weep but finally completed her bathroom duty.\par
\tab To the back of the truck where a large water tank was fastened to \ldblquote wash up\rdblquote .  Then it was back inside to get dried off and warmed up with hot chocolate.  Andrea avoided looking directly at the naked Clay.  After having two cups of hot drink Andrea was put to her knees to complete her task Mack Thanife wanted before she had to go potty.\par
\tab She sucked Clay\rquote s cock that hadn\rquote t gone soft during the short break\emdash and he came off into her mouth, too!  His eyes fluttered, body twitched and tensed, and a generous portion of goo spewed into the quiz show contestant\rquote s mouth.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, shit!\rdblquote  he exclaimed.  On his own he masturbated, rubbed his ass, fondled his balls.  Mack remained behind the boy rubbing his cock against the boy\rquote s ass.  It was a beginning.  Andrea gagged on the spew in her mouth, Clay reached back and found Mack\rquote s throbbing erection.  On his own, Clay masturbated Mack\rquote s throbbing erection and soon\emdash\par
\tab Andrea closed her eyes tight\emdash this was a nightmare!  She lay on the bunk, the recessed light shining into her closed eyes; a light rain peppered the window her head was against.  The boy, Clay, had his mouth over her pussy engulfing it thrilling her with his darting tongue.  Behind him, the man, Mack, sodomized him.\par
\tab There was naught to do but sigh and \ldblquote take it.\rdblquote\par
\tab And after a few minutes, Clay came up on her sliding his dick into her hot and bothered pussy.  Andrea was confused and felt awful\emdash but there was nothing to do but take it.\par
Tickledick Lane\par
\tab Kuntsmere Lake wasn\rquote t much of a lake, it was more of a pond\emdash twenty feet in circumference, ten feet deep; surrounded by towering pines, huge granite boulders, it was remarkably remote\emdash and just the place to chill out after a hot afternoon trekking to get to the remarkably remote lake.  But that was in the Summer months.  During the Fall type time it was a bit chilly to trek up to the lake, Mack marked it on his map for future reference.\par
\tab From one of his Indian pals there was supposed to be a very special hidden pool of water with healing properties.  The Indian pal thought it to be under a jutting boulder on a high desert ridge.  Kuntsmere Lake was out in the open surrounded by trees and boulders\emdash no jutting boulders in sight.\par
\tab Once over the top of the hill there was a nice ten mile twisty road to Tickledick Lane and Semengo Way.  Tickledick stretched across the high desert meandering into some hills to connect with Scratchballs Hwy.  Semengo Way ran out to the low desert to Horrible Lane.  There was an elusive road somewhere between Scratchballs and Semengo, going to an even more elusive hole-n-the-wall place called Schittsum Corners.  That was Mack\rquote s ultimate destination.  He had only been there once\emdash long-long time ago.  He had a map but it was old and faded and his memory wasn\rquote t what it used to be.\par
\tab Also, his memory wasn\rquote t what it used to be.\par
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\tab By noon of that day\emdash Mack Knott Thanife was pissed.  Pissed and confounded\emdash the road to Schittsum Corners just didn\rquote t exist.  Several maps were in the glove box\emdash none gave clue to the place he sought and gas was burning up quick.  \par
\tab When the sun broke out (finally!) they were at the top of a high-high hill.  A little picnic was in order\emdash the air was not too chilly, a little breezy, and the air was fresh with the fragrance of pig shit.\par
\tab Andrea and Clay were dressed appropriately\emdash their own clothes plus military jackets.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Sooo, what\rquote s at this Shittsum Corners?\rdblquote  Clay had to ask.  He got a bad look from Andrea but Clay shrugged it off.\par
\tab\ldblquote An old friend, haven\rquote t seen in awhile, told him if I was ever in the neighborhood to look him up.\rdblquote\par
\tab After lunch, the kids and Mack scampered about the rocks (Mack self consciously looking for the equally elusive \ldblquote jutting rock\rdblquote  concealing the miraculous healing pond.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey!\rdblquote  shouted Clay excitedly, \ldblquote There\rquote s a road\emdash not on the map!\rdblquote\par
\tab And he was right.\par
\tab\ldblquote Great,\rdblquote  Mack said, \ldblquote just how do we get to it?\rdblquote\par
\tab It took until evening type time to come onto the unnamed road.  An hour later and he rolled onto Shittsum Corners\emdash an old-old no longer in use roadside shack that once was a brothel for miners then a restaurant.  There was a corral for horseys, a couple of trailers, some old pick-ups, piles of rubble here and there, old truck trailers, and not a whole heck of a lot else.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wow,\rdblquote  remarked Clay, \ldblquote who would want to live out here?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Miners, old miners, derelicts of society, scum.\rdblquote\par
\tab Neither Clay or Andrea knew quite what he meant\emdash but got the feeling that they didn\rquote t want to know.\par
\tab Most of the folk who lived in the area of Shittsum Corners were self sufficient, no one bothered them and they didn\rquote t bother.  Life wasn\rquote t supreme; a little hot in the summer and a little cold in the winter.  Nearest town was 25 miles away.  Two miners lived in the trailers, an old black rodeo cowboy resided in a mix matched construct cabin set against some boulders.  Another resident (the scum) lived underground\emdash where scum supposed to live.  Under some rocks, too!\par
\tab\ldblquote Stay close to the truck, don\rquote t wander off.\rdblquote  Mack gave Clay a whistle, \ldblquote You get in trouble\emdash blow.\rdblquote\par
\tab The air was brisk\emdash and lifeless.  Neither kid was too into romping about the area; snakes and other unfriendly critters were bedded down for the winter, but that still didn\rquote t mean that there weren\rquote t other dangers.  The kids shrugged, nodding that they understood.  Since the man had gone on his intrepid search for the elusive Shittsum Corners, he hadn\rquote t molested either of them.\par
\tab After leaving the truck the kids sat in the cab\emdash thoughts to their own.\par
\tab\ldblquote What do we do now?\rdblquote  asked Andrea almost timidly.\par
\tab\ldblquote We wait\emdash I guess.\rdblquote  Clay answered with a shrug.\par
\tab Andrea sighed, \ldblquote Ok.\rdblquote\par
\tab After the man disappeared from sight, Clay sat back with his shoulders to the back of the seat watching the clouds formulate over a distant ridge.  On the dash was a radio bringing in a few stations\emdash but not knowing rightly what state they were in it was kind of moot to pinpoint their location.  The maps, and the hand written/drawn map with all the quirky roads written on was no help, either.\par
\tab There was that town, though, Mack mentioned, twenty-five miles away.\par
\tab Long walk.\par
\tab Unknown territory.\par
\tab Unknown dangers.\par
\tab Best not chance it.\par
\tab\ldblquote You couldn\rquote t drive this thing, could you?\rdblquote  Andrea asked.\par
\tab Clay shook his head, \ldblquote No way.\rdblquote   It was a little more than a simple 4-speed, the gear shift was there but it had an extra \ldblquote T\rdblquote  handle the man pulled when shifting and clutching.  Besides, Clay was too small in size.  Good thought, though.\par
The Scum\par
\tab Propane tanks, solar panels, swamp coolers, portable air conditioners.\par
\tab Stacks of various types of tires, cement rubble piles, old washers.\par
\tab Two forty foot trailers, one fifty footer\emdash all circa 1956-58.\par
\tab Three water wells\emdash dry; one above ground metal tank with water.\par
\tab A few trees.  A lot of rocks.  Just the right setting for those wanting to \ldblquote get away from it all.\rdblquote   Fuck society!  Fuck society and everyone in it!  Nearest town was 25 miles away\emdash for the folks of Shittsum Corners\emdash not far enough!\par
\tab One crappy 1960s station wagon; three pickups.\par
\tab Lots of lizards, gilas, scorpions, and of course, snakes.  Most of those slithering-hissing-stinging sun worshipping creatures were hibernating or not so active in the chill of the Fall air.\par
\tab A tin shack made of wood, scrap metal, chunks of rock, parts of abandoned cars and a cabin of sorts built into a boulder.  A couple of out-houses; the foundation of a possible home or some mining shed; what used to be a barn but was now a faded memory; and a secure home built into a large boulder that also went underground.  Perfect place for a Scum.\par
\tab One of the residents of Shittsum Corners had robbed a couple of banks, killed a guard, killed a customer, killed a cop.  That was, of course, some fifty years ago in another state.  They\rquote ve probably forgotten about that by now.\par
\tab Another resident was a rapist\emdash multiple counts.\par
\tab At twelve, another resident participated in deflowering a neighborhood teenager with some other boys a little older but the same age as the victim.  At fourteen he had taken his first car for a joy ride thru two states.  After a few years in confinement, he wasted no time in taking another car.  At eighteen, he took his first life.  A bank robbery followed, a gas station, convenience store, another bank, two more lives, an unsuccessful yacht-jacking.\par
\tab But it was Sawyer Puzz who Mack Thaknife came to see.\par
\tab Sawyer Puzz was scum;  Sorry Cachexic Uliginous Mabsoot (an unfortunate manner of having an unhealthy mental state dwelling or being a part of a swamp or swamp-like conditions; slime; who is happy about it.)\par
\tab Sometime ago, in the early evening, Sawyer chanced upon three girls, two were sisters.  The youngest was in blue short and a too-small-for-her-size light blue tank top.  It was summer type time and there was only a small above ground pool in the backyard whereas most the homes in the neighborhood had much larger pools above and below ground.\par
\tab The young girl was cute with short brown hair, blue plastic ribbons in her hair, and dazzling blue eyes.  She was full of wonder, soda pop, and awe when Sawyer Puzz came into view\emdash right thru the open patio door into the kitchen.\par
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\tab No chance to say anything or even scream\emdash a large hunting knife in one hand the man held; something electronical in the other.  He made the girl back up into the living room where teenage sister, Donna, and her best friend, Nina, goofed off.  They were taken by surprise when Sawyer and Mindy came in\emdash Mindy backing up and the man wielding the deadly knife (with blood stains) following.\par
\tab\ldblquote HOLY SHIT!\rdblquote  bitched out Nina.\par
\tab Donna was horrified and unable to speak.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take off your clothes.\rdblquote  the man with the knife said.\par
\tab In almost a No Fucking Way did the girls present themselves\emdash but the man with the knife insisted stepping up quickly to Mindy, pressing her body to his (after whirling her around) and putting the bloodied blade to her throat.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t hurt her!\rdblquote  demanded Mindy\rquote s sister, Donna.\par
\tab\ldblquote Then do as I say.\rdblquote  seethed the knife wielding man.\par
\tab Donna peeled off her loose fitting halter-tank then shucked her short-short short jeans followed by lavender colored bikini panties.  No bra.  Nina had no bra\emdash no panties.\par
\tab When both girls were naked,\par
\tab\ldblquote YOU!  Lay down.\rdblquote\par
\tab Donna gulped but laid down as commanded keeping her eye on the man, his knife, and her sister.\par
\tab\ldblquote YOU!  Lay on her\emdash the other way!\rdblquote  barked the man.\par
\tab Mindy\rquote s mouth dropped, eyes widened, and she had already pissed herself\emdash\par
\tab Donna lay on the living room floor with her best friend laying on top\emdash facing the opposite direction.  The man with the knife smiled\emdash\ldblquote get to licking!\rdblquote  he barked.\par
\tab Slowly the girls complied and soon it was Donna (on bottom) with her hands to Nina\rquote s ass prying the cheeks and seemingly \ldblquote gettin\rquote  after it!\rdblquote   Nina herself was doing a fair job and soon both girls were diligent in their muff diving efforts\emdash so much so that they did not notice the man having young Mindy strip off her clothes.\par
\tab Once naked, the young girl herself had to help undress the man\emdash he watched her more than watching the two teenage girls sixty-nining!  Once his big dick was free, \ldblquote play with it!\rdblquote  he cooed.\par
\tab Mindy blinked her eyes\emdash she confessed to have never \ldblquote played\rdblquote  with a boy\rquote s pee-pee before.\par
\tab\ldblquote Have you seen one?\rdblquote  Sawyer asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote  At summer camp, at school, some neighborhood boys\emdash mostly her age and younger.  With her fingers about the little more than average prong, Mindy masturbated the cock; then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Kiss it.\rdblquote\par
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\tab Mindy couldn\rquote t breathe.  Her mouth was open but she couldn\rquote t get a breath.\par
\tab\ldblquote Kiss it!\rdblquote  demanded the man speaking a little rougher and more demanding.\par
\tab Mindy began to bawl but with small hands still wrapped about the seething schlong\emdash she kissed the moistened glistening head/piss slit.  That was followed by sucking on the moistened glistening head then going down to engulf the head and as much of the shaft as possible.\par
\tab\ldblquote It tastes yucky!\rdblquote  cried out the girl.\par
\tab Strangely, neither teenager in the midst of beaver exploration was aware.\par
\tab The girls weren\rquote t aware until after Mindy was laid out on her back and was being raped by the knife wielding man.  Donna took a breather from conscripted cunt munching to see her sister in distress.  She immediately got emotional, screamed, cried, went thru all the levels of horror\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote If you move,\rdblquote  said the man, \ldblquote I\rquote ll cut her!\rdblquote  and his blade rested on the delicate skin of Mindy\rquote s throat\emdash all the while he himself shoved his more than adequate cock into her virgin pussy.\par
\tab After getting his nut\emdash which didn\rquote t take long, the man sat up and plucked up Mindy\rquote s panties.  After sniffing the crotch he wiped his dick clean of the girl\rquote s pussy blood, then wiped her pussy and had her roll over.  A long hard look to the teenagers,\par
\tab\ldblquote I didn\rquote t say stop.\rdblquote\par
\tab Donna was very emotional and it was hard lash her tongue to her friend\rquote s cunt.  She did but it was hard to enjoy.  The knife wielding man smiled, leered, and worked his foul cock into Mindy\rquote s asshole.  It was a clumsy effort at best and at one time he put the knife to one side and had Mindy raise her hips up.  He spanked her a little then fingered her hole before sliding his manhood into her and promptly sodomizing her until he got his second nut.\par
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\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t move!\rdblquote  Sawyer told little Mindy as he moved from her to the other girls.  Placing his knees at Donna\rquote s head, he assessed Nina\rquote s ass\emdash then spanked it, pried the cheeks open and diddled the asshole.  The girl wailed and fussed causing Sawyer to spank her ass HARD\emdash\ldblquote settle the fuck down!\rdblquote  he yelled.\par
\tab Then he pushed off his pants, straddled Donna\rquote s head, and penetrated Nina\rquote s virgin asshole.\par
\tab\ldblquote NO!\rdblquote  screamed Nina, \ldblquote Oh, God!  NOOOO!\rdblquote\par
\tab Sawyer drove his hard cock fully into the distraught girl; meanwhile, beneath her and the man\rquote s swaying musty balls, Donna wept.  Mindy curled herself up into a ball and watched.  Nina cried flinging her arms and legs about\emdash receiving spanks for her efforts.\par
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\pard\tab After Sawyer got off in Nina\rquote s ass, he scooped up Donna\rquote s panties, wiped his dick and scooted around to her face.  There he had he suck his cock before shoving it into Donna\rquote s cunt (Donna wasn\rquote t a virgin but she was still tight!)  Sawyer made comments about the \ldblquote tight pussy\rdblquote  and when he began cumming he drove his dick in as far and deep as it would go, power thrusted, squirted a copious amount of man jiz then pulled and made Nina finish sucking him off.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab Eleven-thirty comes around, see, and the parental units, Daddy James and Momma Ellen, come waltzing in from a night out on the town finding articles of clothing strewn about the living room floor\emdash along with James specialty imported (and expensive) beer bottle about, too!  (along with the all too familiar odor of marijuana!)\par
\tab OH!\par
\tab James went tearing down the hall to the bedrooms; Ellen closed the door and was in disbelief, she stooped down to pick up a pair of panties noting the \ldblquote soilage\rdblquote  stain on one pair\emdash and blood on the other.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the\emdash ?\rdblquote\par
\tab Something startled her distracting her attention.  Looking up\emdash there was a naked man she didn\rquote t know standing at the hallway entrance wielding a knife!\par
\tab\ldblquote Get over here!\rdblquote  he demanded.\par
\tab Ellen was at a loss for breath\emdash it felt like someone had hit her square in the chest.  She blinked her eyes excessively and tried-tried-tried to catch her breath.  Then she was moving on wobbly legs.  \par
\tab\ldblquote W-who-who are you?\rdblquote  Ellen finally managed to blurt out.\par
\tab\ldblquote A nightmare.\rdblquote  the man said simply.  Then, as Ellen neared, \ldblquote take off your clothes.\rdblquote\par
\tab Ellen\rquote s eyes bulged\emdash\ldblquote I will not!\rdblquote  her confusion ran rampant in her mind; she couldn\rquote t make sense of what was going on.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take off your clothes\emdash they live,\rdblquote  the tallish man said, \ldblquote don\rquote t and\emdash\rdblquote  he drew the already bloodied blade across his throat.\par
\tab Ellen peed.  She felt faint and then suddenly sick to her stomach.  Her girls.\par
\tab Blinking her eyes excessively again, \ldblquote My girls!  Where are my girls!  What have you\emdash\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Listen, lady, maybe you haven\rquote t gotten the crux of what\rquote s goin\rquote  on \lquote ere.\rdblquote  Tapping the blade against the palm of his hand, he turned his body just so just so as Ellen could see husband James laying part way into the bedroom of Donna Jo.\par
\tab\ldblquote OH!\rdblquote  called out Ellen; she began to heave\emdash the knife wielding man reached out quickly grabbing her by her thick golden blond permed hair and threw her up against the wall.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take off your fucking clothes!\rdblquote\par
\tab All the while Ellen, thirty-seven, stripped off her evening dress and shucked her slip and wet panties, then halter and bra, she kept her eyes on her lifeless husband.  She heaved, felt sick, and retched a couple of times.  Had he killed her girls, too?\par
\tab\ldblquote Your bitches are alright, so far,\rdblquote  grinned the naked man, \ldblquote an\rquote  as long as you do what yer fuckin\rquote  told to do\emdash they\rquote ll remain that way!\rdblquote  his nostrils flared, his skin was very tan with some blotching here and there.\par
\tab\ldblquote On your knees, Momma!\rdblquote  the man said tugging on his cum dripping bone.\par
\tab Ellen felt even more sicker; she retched and gagged at the very thought of what was proposed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yer gonna suck it\emdash and like it!\rdblquote  seethed the man.\par
\tab She was going to suck it\emdash but she wasn\rquote t going to like it!\par
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\tab A minute or so into the sucking the hellish man\rquote s cock,\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, that\rquote s just how your \ldblquote girls\rdblquote  did it!\rdblquote\par
\tab Ellen seriously retch and nearly spewed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, my God!\rdblquote\par
\tab Sawyer chortled and smacked Ellen upside the head with the butt of his knife.  Just as she fell\emdash and fell to unconsciousness, she saw her husband twitch.  He was alive!\par
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\tab When Ellen awoke\emdash she nearly passed out (with unaided help.)  On the bed of her teenage daughter Donna straddled the lap of her Daddy.  Both were naked and Daddy James\rquote  cock was up into daughter Donna\rquote s pussy!  James\rquote  hands were on Donna\rquote s ass and they were having sex!\par
\tab But it was coerced\emdash the naked man Ellen had sucked off on in the hallway patted his bloodied knife against Donna\rquote s ass.  Blinking her eyes, shutting them tight, then opening them again\emdash Ellen was horrified to the extreme to see Nina and Mindy standing at the naked intruder\rquote s side.  Once more and did Ellen struggle to breath and regain herself.\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re a monster!\rdblquote  she proclaimed.\par
\tab Sawyer smiled, nooded, \ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote  stating factly, \ldblquote but much worse than you can imagine.\rdblquote  he seemed so sincere!\par
\tab Suddenly and James was cumming.  Streams of his spew coated his cock invading his daughter\rquote s cunt; he clenched his hands on her ass and power drove his cock to the hilt enjoying his final orgasm.  Before all was spent, though,\par
\tab\ldblquote Suck him clean!\rdblquote  demanded Sawyer pushing both Nina and Mindy on to the bed.  James\rquote  prick slipped out and both frightened girls went to the task of sucking the cock clean.  Meanwhile, Donna Jo slid up her father\rquote s body to come at last to rest on his face and grind her cum sopping wet cunny thereon.\par
\tab Ellen was beside herself\emdash retching.  This was the most horrible thing she had ever witnessed.  When James got a hard-on again, Nina slid her non-virgin pussy onto the shaft and took her ride.  Mindy sat on her knees, diddling herself (as per command of the knife wielding man) and slowly glanced at her distraught (very distraught) mother.\par
\tab Sawyer stroked his half limp bone, patted his knife against Nina\rquote s ass and licked his lips.  Mindy didn\rquote t seem too emotional\emdash neither were her sister or her friend.  That was odd.  Sawyer caught the glancing looks between young daughter and mother\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote Git over here!\rdblquote  he demanded of Mindy.  Mindy moved faster than ever before.  \ldblquote Suck me!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh God!  NO!\rdblquote  begged Ellen.\par
\tab Sawyer shook his head, laughed, then grabbed a thick candle from off the nearby dresser\emdash and as ten year old Mindy sucked on the cock,\par
\tab\ldblquote\rquote ere, shove this up your ass\emdash and I\rquote ll think about it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Ellen couldn\rquote t catch her breath\emdash or the candlestick.  She picked it from the floor, stared at it, then stared at the man.  \lquote WTF?\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Shove it up your ass,\rdblquote  Sawyer repeated, \ldblquote or I\rquote ll shove mine up hers!\rdblquote\par
\tab Donna lost her composure and began to cry.\par
\tab Nina began to cum.\par
\tab Ellen had half breaths\emdash which turned into no breath at all as she guided the 3-inch diameter green candle into her anus.\par
\tab\ldblquote All of it!\rdblquote  seethed Sawyer tapping the nasty hunting knife on top of Mindy\rquote s head.  It took awhile.  Finally,\par
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s in.\rdblquote  Ellen said grunting and straining hard to keep her anal muscles from pushing the foreign object thought to be a turd out.\par
\tab\ldblquote Lay down, on your back, show me.\rdblquote\par
\tab Ellen thought she was going to puke!  She laid out on the floor on her back drawing her legs back exposing her asshole.  The new position definitely was difficult in keeping the candle in her hole.\par
\tab Sawyer pulled out and skull fucked the little girl, slapped her face with his cock, then had her get up onto the bed on her hands and knees.  Ellen wept, retched loudly, and slowly began to lose her mind.\par
\tab\ldblquote Leave us alone, you fucking bastard!\rdblquote  screamed Donna.  In her rant, she whirled on her daddy\rquote s face and charged off of the bed to the knife wielding man\emdash who took the brunt of her force with his upraised arm.    The girl was already at an awkward angle for her attack; Sawyer\rquote s block propelled her backwards onto the bed where she bounced.  The bounce propelled her to the end of the 4-poster bed where her temple hit the top part of the wooden foot post.\par
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\tab Donna collapsed in a heap twitching some but otherwise lifeless.\par
\tab Sawyer looked at her; Mindy sniveled, Nina wailed, Daddy James was speechless and horrified, Mother Ellen was stupefied.  After a moment or two,\par
\tab\ldblquote Git yer ass on the bed and give yer daddy a ride!\rdblquote  snarled Sawyer tapping the hunting knife on the girl\rquote s head.  Mindy scrambled up onto the bed, giving her sister another look, then mounted her daddy who mouthed the words \ldblquote is she dead?\rdblquote\par
\tab Mindy shrugged, she didn\rquote t know (not for sure.)\par
\tab Sawyer smacked Donna\rquote s ass\emdash first with his blade then with his cock.  Then, smiling, turned the girl so as her ass was against him and while Mindy rode her daddy\rquote s cock\emdash Sawyer shoved his fuck stick into Donna\rquote s crap chute.  Ellen, who had been continuously holding her legs back, rolled over to her side and vomited.\par
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\tab Along with \ldblquote force\rdblquote , Sawyer Puzz also had a little \ldblquote helper.\rdblquote   It was electronical in nature, of course, had limited abilities, but it worked to subdue a mind and that was all that mattered.  But force was his general manner of compensating with life.\par
\tab Once all the expensive beer had been consumed, Sawyer enjoyed all the domestic beers.  Then settled to watch a ballgame!  At a break in the game he returned to the bedroom finding little Mindy sitting up with a dazed-glazed look etched on her sweet pretty face streaked with tears and blood.  In a corner sat Nina rocking back and forth mumbling incoherently to herself.\par
\tab Sawyer picked Mindy up by the elbow taking her into the living room.  Once there and resettled in the super comfy suede chair he pulled little Mindy across his lap and lightly smacked her ass\emdash firstly with his hand and then with the even more bloodied hunting knife.\par
\tab Then there was the dog bark(ing.)\par
\tab On and on it went, from the 3\super rd\nosupersub  Inning to the 9\super th\nosupersub  Inning\emdash bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-fuck humans-bark-bark-bark.  It was very annoying and to Sawyer, exceptionally so.  He found it disturbing.\par
\tab\ldblquote Stay here.\rdblquote  he told Mindy.  She nodded and curled up in a fetal position on the floor.  Sawyer stood up, farted, peed on the little girl, tugged on a joint he had been smoking, then rifled thru his backpack selecting another weapon to deal with the Bark & Bite.\par
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\pard\tab The Jamntoe house had a small backyard with a very small alley.  Lots of trees, lots of big trees of differing species.  The alley was more of a trail-walkway than anything else and the incessant barking of the neighbor directly behind could easily be heard.\par
\tab There were lights on in the neighbor\rquote s yard, an above ground whirlpool, kids playing, a barbeque in progress, and two parental units standing on a brick deck not minding the barking dog.\par
\tab\ldblquote HEY!\rdblquote  yelled Sawyer, \ldblquote You wanna shut that fucking dog up!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Aw, don\rquote t worry about the fucking dog!\rdblquote  yelled back the man, a Mexican with a small gut, long hair, Chicano beard, lots of tattoos.  His short skinny wife flipped Sawyer off with one hand and drank a Mexican beer with the other.\par
\tab The dog barked louder and with more viciousness.  The kids began yelling at Sawyer and their dad wisely told them to go inside.  It was mid morning by this time, way after the time good (or bad) doggies, should keep their traps shut\emdash and unruly neighbors should be wary of who was peeking over their back fence.\par
\tab More banter, more yelling, bla-bla-bla.\par
\tab\ldblquote Maybe I\rquote ll just call the cops\emdash\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Whatever, dude!\rdblquote  said the Mexican man.\par
\tab\ldblquote Go fuck yourself and call \lquote em!\rdblquote  said the partially drunk woman.\par
\tab She never heard the shot.\par
\tab She felt it\emdash as the first one blasted into her shoulder sending her backwards over some big broadleaf pants colliding with the stucco wall of her home.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Fucking grueso!\rdblquote  (street scum)\par
\tab\ldblquote Fucking bruto!\rdblquote  (redneck) bellowed the Mexican man, he charged the fence in a furor\emdash and he; too, never heard the shot.\par
\tab Two steps, three, four steps Alejandro Benez stumbled and fell against a huge clay pot bleeding from two bullet wounds in his chest.  Sawyer swung himself up over the fence and aimed at the bull mastiff that was going absolutely berserk with barking, snarling, dropping, and about to break the measly chain he was attached to.\par
\tab Sawyer pumped three bullets from his 9m Glock Special.  The \ldblquote special\rdblquote  was the add-on enhancement colloquially and fondly known to street thugs and professional hit men as a \ldblquote silencer.\rdblquote   \par
\tab Alejandro still clung to the clay pot gasping for air; Sawyer kicked his legs out and he fell with a thud to the gravely path that meandered thru the Mexican style landscaped backyard.  The woman, Alexis, sat in the foliage stunned into utter disbelief.  She looked up to the man who marched nonchalantly up to her and aimed the Glock at her head.\par
\tab The trigger was pulled but only blew out her knee.\par
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\pard\tab Alexis slung her head and tried to call out for help as she reeled in extreme agony on the ground.  Suddenly, Sawyer grabbed the woman and slung her to a great boulder just the right size where there upon the rock her slacks were yanked off\emdash followed by her panties.\par
\tab Sawyer wasted no time and got busy with the humping to Alexis.\par
\tab Alejandro was freaking out\emdash still breathing (still bleeding) and stretched out his hand watching in horror as his wife was raped.  Sawyer shoved his fuck stick DEEP and HARD into Alexis\rquote  pussy and fucked crazily until finally releasing his seed.  Alexis sputtered and said something in Mexican.  Sawyer laughed it off and jammed the smoldering barrel of his Glock into the woman\rquote s asshole\emdash and pulled the trigger.\par
\tab Inside the house, five kids had scrambled to hide\emdash the front door was wide open, big screen television blaring along with the mega stereo beneath it.  Sawyer strolled in from the patio into the kitchen, into the living room, then on to the hall bathroom where two of the five children hid.  One girl about eight or so huddled with her younger brother about five.\par
\tab In a shared bedroom other children hid, under the bed and in the closet.\par
\tab Good Mexican beer in the fridge, Sawyer helped himself then moved back to the backyard where he took note of the whirlpool.  It was a little effort but he moved Alejandro\rquote s body into the extra large device followed by his wife.  Then the dog.  Then, one by one, the children, save for nine year old Leera.  The cover was found and placed on top covering the family.  The unit was on, too.  With hammer and nails the top was pounded into place; a power drill and some LONG screws continued to ensure a tight seal.\par
\tab Then it was back to the Jamntoe house where it was just breaking dawn.\par
\tab Sawyer casually dressed, collected his backpack, Mindy and Leera, and into the Jamntoe family expensive English SUV.  Neither girl in his company were dressed.  Nothing was said.  Sawyer drove perfectly, out of the \lquote burbs, onto the freeway, skirted the city, went over the river bridge, and out of sight.\par
\tab Two days later and little Mindy was found on a rural route wandering down the lane naked and delirious.  Little Leera was never found.  (and it was weeks before someone decided to open the whirlpool lid\emdash that person was never the same again.)  Sawyer would have likened to have seen that person\rquote s reaction.  But by then he was long gone.\par
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\tab But being \ldblquote forceful\rdblquote  wasn\rquote t always the way with Sawyer; there was the subtle method using subterfuge al la a little electronic device\emdash the EMAD.  As previously stated, it was small in minding power abilities\emdash but it worked.\par
\tab One particular incident involving the subtle use of the EMAD occurred when Sawyer was in school; junior high, 7\super th\nosupersub  grade.  His personal life at home wasn\rquote t good\emdash school life wasn\rquote t much better.  In his 7\super th\nosupersub  grade class he was pressed upon to reveal some \ldblquote talent.\rdblquote   Other students excelled in playing a flute, a violin, a guitar, painting, tap dancing.  Sawyer Puzz was into none of that and flat out told his teacher so, \ldblquote I aint gots no talent!\rdblquote\par
\tab She insisted.\par
\tab He got pissed.\par
\tab She sent him to the principal\rquote s office.\par
\tab He went home.\par
\tab Some time later, and back in class, Sawyer sought revenge against his \ldblquote talented\rdblquote  class.  Timing was everything, he waited until the afternoon and then utilized his one talent he did have\emdash electronic mind altering of classmates (and teacher.)\par
\tab The minding device he had was small, worn on the wrist like watch but a bit bigger.  The oversized time piece had limited abilities\emdash it may well have had more but \ldblquote limited\rdblquote  abilities were all Sawyer could uncover at the time.  Complete Mind Stunning was one such ability.  An ear piercing whine went out suddenly from the oversized watch and then suddenly all were quiet in the class.\par
\tab Slowly Sawyer made way to the open class door and closed it.  He had about 45 minutes to do some shenanigans and he planned a lot of those.  He firstly had to make sure everyone was indeed under the electronical spell of the EMAD.  Standing in front of the class he daringly made a raspberry with his hands to his lips.\par
\tab No one giggled.\par
\tab No one\rquote s jaw dropped.\par
\tab He grabbed his crotch, stuck out his tongue in a sexual manner.\par
\tab No one made any reaction whatsoever.\par
\tab Waving his hand before the brown eyes of his teacher, Ms. Crowtoe, brushing his hands up against her breasts ensured him that she was, too, under the spell of the minding device.  On Sawyer\rquote s device, there were sections, quarter sections of differing colors; green, orange, yellow, and red.  When the time was about up for the minding device\rquote s mind hold on subjects\emdash the colored sections would begin to flash.  Each section was for fifteen minutes. \par
\tab With no time to waste, Sawyer went to Becky Notaile.  Long, long honey blond hair, incredible blue eyes, good form/posture, nice tits.  Some days she was in jeans or pants, some days a dress or a skirt outfit.  She wasn\rquote t rude to him like most girls were; Sawyer had long hair covering most the right side of his face, an earring, and wore odd clothing.\par
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\pard\tab Clad in nominally tight light blue jeans, Becky Notaile was hot!  A sleeveless top, glistening lip gloss, and she smelled of roses!  Sawyer had wood\emdash as did most boys in the 7\super th\nosupersub  grade.  Pulling her up from her desk he stood before her just gazing at her knowing that time was tick-tick-ticking away.  But he couldn\rquote t help it\emdash it wasn\rquote t often that he got the chance to gaze on a girl without being hit, slapped, bitched and yelled at.\par
\tab Then, nervous fingers undone her light-light blue top that had rows of pinkish roses.  Way too many buttons but he got the garment undone and then off followed by her bra.  A minute was stolen ogling the girl\rquote s breasts\emdash his cock was aching and time was getting away.  Down came her pants and another minute was stolen just looking at the girl in her powder blue panties\emdash with roses all over!\par
\tab His fingers trembled more as carefully he lowered the undies.  A big smiled etched on his face when the girl\rquote s naked poon came into view.  He didn\rquote t know if girls shaved their snatches completely or trimmed them or what\emdash this one trimmed hers and trimmed it well!\par
\tab Determining virginity status was elusive to Sawyer Puzz; he didn\rquote t know how to tell (and didn\rquote t care.)  A discovery was made, though, when tugging the girl\rquote s panties down\emdash rose petals!  There were rose petals all inside the panties!\par
\tab No time\emdash no time at all\emdash scarcely twenty minutes!\par
\tab On the floor, Becky\rquote s pants and panties off, Sawyer\rquote s pants at his ankles, he mounted the girl and guided his cock into her for a full out five minute fuck.  He suckled on her titties, cupped her breasts, and admired her angelic face.  Becky Notaile had an unusual face\emdash not striking or anything but very pretty.  She was not a virgin.  Sawyer went to the brink of orgasmic bliss, crossed over, and fucked furiously until there was no more.  Then there was no more time, on his oversized watched the final quarter section was pulsing\emdash when the sweep second hand reached the number \ldblquote 12\rdblquote  at the top, time would be up and the Device\rquote s mental hold on the class would be over.\par
\tab Getting his clothes on as well as Becky\rquote s was a chore; his zipper caught his nut sac and that wasn\rquote t good\emdash there was blood.  He stumbled once and fell to the floor hitting his chin\emdash chipping a tooth and hurting his elbow.  Snapping Becky\rquote s bra latch back he couldn\rquote t do and he was spending too much time trying so he let it go and finished dressing the girl and sitting her back in her desk just as the watch let out a whine and people in the class began bobbing their heads, slinging the heads to clear them and so on.\par
\tab A day later and it was Carly Coldnose.  There wasn\rquote t any time for any other girl, just Carly.  But that was ok, Carly wore pants, too, but they were easy to get off and she had a bra that had a clasp in the front.  No roses in her panties.  Sawyer had the girl suck him\emdash she didn\rquote t act on her own; he had to move her head back and forth.\par
\tab And the girl was a virgin.\par
\tab The blood coating his cock grossed him out.\par
\tab A paper towel from the back of the classroom he used to clean the girl and himself.  Afterwards, he put the girl on her hands and knees and was going to stab her asshole but shadows kept passing by outside the classroom annoying him.  the class section was an old brick style; the whole campus comprising of junior high grades as well as 4rth thru 6\super th\nosupersub .  The younger grades were on the other side of the campus separated by a large grass courtyard.  No building taller than two floors.  Lots of vegetation, trees, shrubs, what have you.  All buildings were built in the fifties, brick-brick-brick with the cafeteria the newest remodeled building having brick corners but a stucco fa\'e7ade.\par
\tab Sawyer\rquote s \ldblquote talent\rdblquote  class was in a building closest to the parking lot, a long wide building, two story, being mostly classes of Art or art related subjects.  With the influx of peoples from the city to the suburbs, the \ldblquote artsy\rdblquote  classes had to also take in regular students.  The teachers of those artsy classes tried to find talent within their class.  Well, Sawyer had talent\emdash a special talent.\par
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\tab Banging a girl on the classroom floor\emdash with the classroom (and teacher) present!  Amazing!  Shelly Nailme was his next girl; she was in a dress, red with black spots of some design.  Black panties.  Black bra.  Dark hair, dark eyes, Italian descent, played the violin, harmonica, and cello.  No roses in her panties, either.  Sawyer put her on her hands and knees, once getting her naked.  Then he sat back and took a full minute admiring her ass\emdash hole, and pussy.\par
\tab Then he caressed the girls ass before cinching up and sliding his prick into her backdoor.  His hands cupped her lovely teenage breasts as he slammed her hole; there were some eight other girls.  Two black girls, a Chinese girl, a girl with glasses AND braces, small tits, large front teeth\'85\par
\tab One girl a day\emdash that was all the time there was.  He took his time, admiring the girl, fondling, some spanking, and full body exploration before\emdash during, and after fucking her.  Every girl was different.  Brown hair, round titties, ski slope titties, long arms, long neck, blue eyes, green eyes, some with perfume, one with rose petals in her panties\'85\par
\tab After sinking his pud into Veronica Slapmesillie, the girl with the buck teeth, braces, and glasses, there was time enough for Ms. Crowtoe, the teacher for the \ldblquote talented\rdblquote  class.  Veronica had been good, virgin pussy and asshole but seemed to strangely know how to give head.  Once naked, the girl looked pretty good\emdash she needed a bag over her head\emdash maybe even two!\par
\tab Ms. Crowtoe was in her thirties, not too tall, slim, 32B type titties, globes.\par
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\pard\tab Most days of instruction she wore jeans or pants.  Sometimes a dress or skirt.  She always smelled good and was friendly enough.  Sawyer had no idea if she were married or not (or even how to tell!)  And he didn\rquote t care.  Twenty-five minutes was spent with Veronica, that left him time enough to do something with Ms. Angela Crowtoe.  Twenty minutes wasn\rquote t sufficient time to spend with his teacher.  Not near enough.  This day, it was slacks, beige-like.\par
\tab At her desk, Ms. Crowtoe was simply bent over onto the desk with Sawyer behind her.  Down came the slacks and then the basic white panties.  More than a minute was spent admiring that lily white ass.  He spanked it, fingered the hole and hairy pussy, and though he had just fucked Veronica\rquote s pussy, mouth, AND asshole, cumming off in her mouth and pussy, Sawyer found himself with a raging boner aching to get even more action.\par
\tab There was no denying his cock and into his teacher\rquote s cunt he went, clamping his hands onto her hips and humping madly.  The feeling was sensational.  He still had Becky Notaile on his mind, Beverly Itchsum, Nora Xu, but Ms. Crowtoe was something\emdash really something!\par
\tab Having already cum twice, though, his cock was extra-extra sensitive to the point of desensitized.  As he felt the strain of orgasm coming\emdash the oversized watch on his wrist began to flash in its last quarter.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shit!  Piss!  Fuck!  Motherfucker!\rdblquote\par
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\tab Balling a girl, a naked girl, on the classroom floor\emdash that had to be tops!  The audacity of it all!  The boldness, the sheer gall, everything!  Other EMADs on the market had much more developed mind altering abilities; Sawyer Puzz\rquote s oversized watch EMAD had just one ability\emdash mind zap.  But it worked!  Nellie Twatrain was the last girl in the classroom to nail; a nice girl, small tits, small mouth, quiet and shy and a hot little dynamo on the classroom floor.  Sawyer found her pussy tight and snug\emdash but possibly non virginal.  By the time he had gotten to the \ldblquote last girl\rdblquote  in the classroom\emdash his cock was might sore.  But he was far from being done with his class.\par
\tab Screwing his teacher ON HER DESK was another notch for him to chortle about.  Pussy, mouth, asshole, between those amazing globes, spanking her, squirting his cum onto her pussy (and leaving it there; pulling up her panties just as time was running out.)\par
\tab But Sawyer Puzz didn\rquote t just limit himself to the girls of his class\emdash\par
\tab Kelly Gofertoad.  He was a bully.  Not a full out and out kick-your-ass kind of bully, but one who enjoyed picking on others, making fun, goading fellow classmates to make fun and snicker behind your back.  Twice Sawyer and Kelly had gotten into fisticuffs; once they were sent to the principal\rquote s office but lucked out as the principal had an emergency of his own and didn\rquote t show.\par
\tab After screwing all the girls in his class, Becky and Veronica twice, he took a week off.  A solid week\emdash his dick demanded it and he was getting sore and tired all over.  The EMAD he tucked away\emdash out of sight out of mind (but the nifty gadget was always on his mind.)  Ms. Crowtoe had also called in \ldblquote special agents\rdblquote  during that particular week\emdash checking the class and those within it.  Checking for \ldblquote what\rdblquote  was never revealed but it was learned that the use of a minding device was the cause for security.  EMADs at that time were not so well widely used but a surge in their use was on the rise.\par
\tab During the \ldblquote week off\rdblquote , Sawyer made it with Nellie Twatrain without the EMAD!  They chummed together, went to a miniature golf place, a movie, and a walk along the river.  Under the trestle (train bridge) they smoked a joint and went skinny dipping.  Thereafter, they fucked on the shore and then again up way up under the bridge where the incline of the bank was right up against the bridge\emdash right when a huge locomotive went roaring above them.\par
\tab It was intense!\par
\tab During the weekend before resuming activities involving the minding gadget, Sawyer learned how to utilize some of the other nifty features of his mind altering device.  By simply turning the bezel he could whisper \ldblquote commands\rdblquote  to his Subject.  Neat!\par
\tab His first subject was Kelly Gofertoad.\par
\tab Monday afternoon during the last hour of class\emdash\par
\tab\ldblquote Stand up, bitch!\rdblquote  Sawyer whispered harshly while standing at Kelly\rquote s desk.\par
\tab The dark haired boy slowly arose from his desk.  Sawyer made sure everyone was under the spell of his minding device then continued with Kelly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take yer fucking pants down\emdash underwear, too!\rdblquote\par
\tab Kelly didn\rquote t even pause and unhitched his pants and tugged them down along with his tidy-whiteys.  Sawyer pushed his own pants down and stood stroking his meat deeply thinking.\par
\tab Once Kelly had complied, Sawyer reached out and played with the boy\rquote s cock!  He did!  It was soft but after working it a bit the pud in hand stiffened up.  Sawyer wasn\rquote t aware of the Q&A feature, he tugged on the boy\rquote s dick, fondled his balls, then worked him to extreme hardness essentially jerking him off.  Kelly\rquote s spew squirted onto Sawyer\rquote s cock and balls.  Sawyer smiled and after embracing the boy, clutching and caressing Kelly\rquote s ass,\par
\tab\ldblquote Suck my sac clean, bitch!\rdblquote\par
\tab Kelly did blink his eyes but went to knees and sucked on Sawyer\rquote s ball sac AND cock!  He did!  Sawyer fucked Kelly\rquote s mouth, face, mouth again before whirling the bully boy around and reaming the asshole.  It was tight (the asshole) and Sawyer enjoyed a good ten minute plunging.\par
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\pard\tab It was Sawyer\rquote s goal to make Kelly his \ldblquote bitch.\rdblquote   Ass fucking, cock sucking was just the beginning.  He didn\rquote t know it but he could make \ldblquote suggestions\rdblquote  to his Subjects, changing their ideas and \ldblquote way of life.\rdblquote   Kelly would go on to be a homo and love cock.  \par
\tab Another incident was with Audrey Glibnib.  Sawyer noted her while transitioning the underground passageway.  On one side of the multi use school was a large trailer/mobilehome park with a small access road surrounding the lot; then there was the four lane highway that was short being less than a mile but connected to the business highway into town as well as connecting to the North/South highways out of town.  Then there was the railroad that went across the southend of the school property, the cotton warehouse that took up space on the other side of the tracks.  The passageway went under the highway.\par
\tab Audrey Glibnib was not in junior high, not yet.  She was twelve and in the 6\super th\nosupersub  grade.  Up to that point, Sawyer had never given a thought to \ldblquote other\rdblquote  girls, girls younger than his classmates.  A new beginning was coming.  Audrey was the first, in the passageway with little lighting, no security, Sawyer nailed the girl as she traveled alone going home after school one day.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t too bad looking; kind of plain, long brown hair, kind of plain, bad posture, small breasts.  It didn\rquote t matter much to Sawyer\emdash a conquest was a conquest.  The oversized watch did excellent work and nailed the girl from where the steps came down from the school\rquote s side.  Most of the student body from both campuses had gone thru\emdash why Audrey had lingered was unknown.  Once she had stopped in about the middle of the underground passage Sawyer raced to her, fondled her breasts, fingered her up under her short plaid summery dress.\par
\tab Audrey made no moves and Sawyer began working her panties down when voices alerted him to others traversing the passage.  He stopped his antics and moved on to the other side taking his time.  Some other students came along and he let them be\emdash remembering that he could just as easily zapped them, too.\par
\tab But he didn\rquote t.\par
\tab Fearing being busted kept him leery and he just pulled Audrey\rquote s panties to one side and slipped his dick into her cunny.  Her breasts he freed, mawed, suckled, and nipped the nipples\emdash and was promptly interrupted by more underground passengers.  He got his nut, held the girl to himself and let the passerbys pass by.\par
\tab The next day he got her again\emdash before school.  And be damned being busted, he got the girl naked and nailed her on the floor right in the middle of the passageway.  It was kind of a daring thing\emdash the twelve year old girl stark naked and thirteen year old Sawyer Puzz fucking her brains out.  Quite a sight!\par
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\tab Strangely, Sawyer didn\rquote t pursue the girls of the 6\super th\nosupersub , 5\super th\nosupersub , or 4rth grade.  Just Audrey.  And more strangely, of all the girls in his class he slipped his bone into, Ms. Crowtoe and Audrey were the ones who came up pregnant!\par
\tab For the summer, Sawyer went to work at a warehouse; good hard work.  The EMAD he put aside (his cock was sore!)  One night on his way home there was a serious thunderstorm that rolled in.  The warehouse he worked at was located a ways out of town, cold storage for mostly potatoes but other fruits and veggies, too.  On his way home on the long road by the railroad he got a blowout just as the skies opened up.\par
\tab Guess what?\par
\tab What?\par
\tab Spare was flat, too.\par
\tab Sitting off the road after working hard all day didn\rquote t suit him.  Anger began to fill him; the rain stormed around him and a thunderous choo-choo roared by him.  It was a long train.  After a while, Sawyer got lost in thought watching the individual cars rumble by.  Something about the click-clacking of the wheels against the rails, the rain thumbing on the roof of his car, all of it summing up to some sort of somber moment quelled his anger.\par
\tab Then, the final car rumbled by with the little red light on the end car (FRED\emdash Flashing Rear End Device) disappeared in the gloom.  Sawyer sighed, it was a good walk to the intersection Scrogg Way and Scroggum Lane.  On one side of the nearly remote intersection was a big gas station, next to it a truck stop with caf\'e9.  Across the street was a couple of fast food joints, a non-name brand gas station, and a bar popularized by the hard working class of folk from the warehouse area.\par
\tab Over the tracks and was a small section of low-low income/redneck & Mexican dwellings.  A vast field of nothing, and a church.  The truck stop wouldn\rquote t have a tire for his car, a late model 60s Muscle Car.  The gas station was just that\emdash gas and go.  No service.  He would have to call a buddy.  In the rain that buddy would have to be an awfully GOOD buddy\emdash and Sawyer, 17 and on his own, didn\rquote t think he had that kind of a good buddy.\par
\tab The rain just poured and poured.  Sawyer didn\rquote t want to spend the night in his car; he thought of in the morning he probably could catch a ride to work so as not to miss any time; then, during lunch or if he caught a lucky break and it was a short day he could get someone to help him with car trouble.\par
\tab But it was late evening\emdash he didn\rquote t relish kicking it in his car all night.\par
\tab He could grab a bite to eat at the truck stop\rquote s caf\'e9 and possibly hang out there for awhile before someone ran him off for loitering.  He shivered as the bite of cold crept into the car.  Turning on the engine he got the heat going\emdash\par
\tab Spending all day humping it hard in the cold storage area of the warehouse was bad enough\emdash then come out to the heat of the day in the rest of the warehouse, then car troubles and there he was shivering from an uncommon summer storm.\par
\tab\ldblquote Can my life suck any more?\rdblquote  he mused to himself.\par
\tab His stomach grumbled.  If not for the flat tire he\rquote d be home now; mac & cheese dinner, maybe a chili cheese dog; some TV, then a quick shower and hit the bed.  Work again at 7AM\emdash be there or be docked or booted!  Dock manager told all lollygaggers that \ldblquote I\rquote ve got a stack of applicants just waiting to take yer place!\rdblquote\par
\tab The pay wasn\rquote t bad, wasn\rquote t great, but it was hard earned pay and well deserved.  Sawyer had given up on high school, it wasn\rquote t his thing and since he was over sixteen\emdash FUCK SCHOOL!  (and everybody in it!)  He had no use for school and it seemed school didn\rquote t much care for him, either.  \par
\tab The church across the tracks had a light on.  Services were in progress.\par
\tab A few cars on the gravely parking lot.\par
\tab A garden plant sales outlet was next door; old train cars, old tractors, old house lay all about the church area behind and to the other side.  before Sawyer knew it, he was huffing it across the tracks to the church.  He didn\rquote t know why\emdash he just was.\par
\tab He had a thing against big churches\emdash especially those where Caddys and Lexus\rquote  and other expensive cars dotted the parking lots.  He didn\rquote t have anything against the cars, especially Cadillacs, but their owners\emdash he thought church was for people who had God at the top of their list; but if they had big fancy expensive cars\emdash maybe not so much.\par
\tab Then again, he was to understand that maybe\emdash just maybe\emdash God was rewarding His followers with deserved gifts?  It was confusing.  Sawyer didn\rquote t understand religion\emdash and he was sure it didn\rquote t understand him, either.  For a long minute he stood outside the door in the drenching rain.\par
\tab Was it a sign?  Was it a \ldblquote push\rdblquote  from God?  A rainstorm was unusual for the time of the year\emdash usually rain for the area came in March, April, and May; then September and sometimes October but that was rare.  Very uncommon for rain to come in the middle of summer.\par
\tab And to have the spare be a flat, too?\par
\tab Signs.  Sawyer thought them all to be \ldblquote signs.\rdblquote\par
\tab Or maybe coincidence\'85\par
\tab Anyways, the door suddenly opened and there was a man.\par
\tab An old man, short, gray haired, gray mutton, chubby face, dressed up for a hone hour evening midweek service.  At first he looked surly and unfriendly.  Sawyer was ready to pop him one and head back to his car.  Then the old geezer beamed and took Sawyer by the hand pulling him into the church.\par
\tab There was a foyer, an entrance with a wall partition separating the entrance from the rest of the church body\emdash it was a small church having a max. capacity of 150.  The church never saw that many but there was capacity for such.  It was warm in the foyer; there were flower vases, small ornate polished desks with pamphlets and more flowers.  Bathrooms left and right.  A coat rack.  Portraits of Jesus, the Last Supper, the Crucifixion.\par
\tab Another man came around the partition, the church body was singing some song Sawyer didn\rquote t know.  A shiver began and his stomach rumbled.  The next thing he knew\'85\par
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\tab It was a bed.\par
\tab A warm bed.\par
\tab Much better than the crappy oh-so-crappy bed in his rinkyhdink trailer.\par
\tab He was warm.\par
\tab Comfortable.\par
\tab And there was little to no strife whatsoever in his mind.\par
\tab No worries.\par
\tab When awoke he just lay there\emdash quiet (and warm.)  He saw a paneled wall, paintings, a nightstand with some old fashioned lamp on it; a big dresser, a big curtain probably covering a big bay window or something.  There still were no thoughts plaguing his usually troubled mind.  It felt good just to lay in a warm comfortable bed and vegetate.\par
\tab Drifting in and about his mind were scenes, images he knew and didn\rquote t know.  A little confusion began and as he struggled to get a hold on those confusing images a woman suddenly appeared.  At first he thought it was his mother.  A strange\emdash strange feeling enveloped him; he missed his mom, hated his dad, and missed his mom.  When he was barely eight his mom began leaving the house and staying gone for long periods of time.  His dad made breakfast\emdash which he never did; it was mom\rquote s job. When he asked his dad \ldblquote why\rdblquote  he was told that she was sick.\par
\tab When he was nine, mom was gone for longer periods of time.  Dad was making pancakes by then\emdash up from basic cereal.  By the time Sawyer\rquote s dad was making waffles, mom was gone.  \par
\tab The woman had blond hair\emdash like his mom.  A sweet smile, blue eyes, a friendly-loving appearance.  Just like Sawyer\rquote s mom.  More confusion reigned making Sawyer uncomfortable and uneasy.  The woman said something but Sawyer\rquote s confusion blocked out whatever it was she said.  He suddenly shivered and then got a whiff of something incredibly delicious.\par
\tab Potato soup!\par
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\pard\tab He loved potato soup\emdash just like mom used to make.\par
\tab Potatoes, small and large chunks\emdash fork tender!\par
\tab Bits of carrot, beef, onion, barley, thick-rich sauce/cream, and cheese!\par
\tab Bacon bits were on top with more cheese and sour cream!  Delish!\par
\tab Sawyer was in heaven.\par
\tab Well, close.\par
\tab He was in the house of the Nadmac family, seven of them.  Eric Nadmac was the head of the household and head preacher at the church Sawyer had come into and dripped all over the place.  Vaguely did he remember being escorted into the bathroom and handed a towel and then some clothes from the church\rquote s lost & found and donated.  Then he got a meal from the church\rquote s small kitchen and taken in by the church body and then the Nadmac family.\par
\tab He completely forgot about his stranded car (and work!)\par
\tab His car and work no longer mattered\emdash he was warm, well received, well fed.  He took it for what it was worth and reveled in it.  It felt good.  There were other \ldblquote good feelings\rdblquote  awaiting.  After consuming his soup, he got a whiff of the woman\rquote s perfume.  He stifled a pesky fart and smiled at the woman\emdash she continued to speak but Sawyer couldn\rquote t hear her\'85\par
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\tab The bathroom was across the hall.  Loosely and did Sawyer remember crossing the hall to make use of the bathroom.  At one point he decided to take a bath\emdash it had been a long while since last he had been in an actual bathtub.  To soak in a warm sudsy bath felt good.  While he bathed and relaxed\emdash the bathroom door opened and a sleepy headed young girl came in, shut the door, pulled her blue pajama bottoms down, panties, then copped a squat on the toilet and did business.\par
\tab Sawyer remained still suddenly remember \lquote where\rquote s my watch?\rquote\par
\tab A flood of memories suddenly exploded into his mind\emdash he DID remember his car\emdash and work.  He remembered himself, too.  He didn\rquote t know who the young girl was, but she was about ten.  Frizzy hair, kinda cute, way sleepy.  She peed, tooted, and nearly went to sleep sitting on the pot!  With business over, she wiped, flushed, tooted again, then left the bathroom never knowing Sawyer Puzz was in the tub!\par
\tab When after he had bathed enough he got out of the tub and dried.  A clock on a hallway table told the time of just after midnight.  He didn\rquote t know the day, how long he had been in the good graces of the Nadmac family\emdash how much work had he missed?  Was his car still there or towed away as abandoned, or had crummy thieves helped themselves?\par
\tab In the guest room he found his watch in the nightstand\emdash along with wallet, keys, hopes, and dreams.  For hours he sat on the edge of the bed with the watch in hand\emdash thinking.  Contemplating and thinking\emdash contemplating and thinking\'85\par
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