{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} \viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone\par Book 3\par Sidetrips\par Chapter 22\par Insanequarium\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \tab Suzie DID have a problem with the basement/cellar, it was spooky, HAUNTED--so she claimed. There were a variety of noises that came from the dark and there was no way she was venturing down.\par \tab The water heater was the noise maker. The timbers and foundation also helped in adding to her fears. It would add t the fears of another, too. There were two entrances to the dank dungeon. From within the house and from a cellar door. The cellar door was used to hustle Crystal Branson down to her knew home. Rope was used in place of her clothes to secure her and lash her to a stout sturdy support timber. She was out of her mind with terror, horror, and inflicted pains.\par \tab Once she was settled in, the three abductors took a breather.\par \tab They had done it. They couldn\rquote t believe it, but they had done it.\par \tab Now there was the business of \ldblquote Now what?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Now what?\rdblquote consisted of refurbishing the basement al la dungeon.\par \tab Flooring, walls, lighting, plumbing, etc.\par \tab It kept the family busy, Chris and Harold taking shifts to watch over the new addition, among other things. Carl was still in a funk about the situation. Out and out rape was one thing, kidnapping and then incarceration was something else, big time something else stuff. He had to wrestle with himself and ultimate convinced himself that the captive wouldn\rquote t be held for long, she would be returned to society. Her tumultuous ordeal would certainly screw up her young mind enough so as she wouldn\rquote t be able to make a worthy identification of her captors.\par \tab This only prompted her \ldblquote captors\rdblquote to change/alter their appearance, hair color, style, and adorn themselves with some appliqu\'e9 tattoos, scars, and skin tone conditioner. Near always the three ambled into the dungeon naked. Crystal was fed, watered, and tethered to the center support post. She had a little walking room, but not enough to get her anywhere to cause a problem. She was threatened that if she DID cause a problem, even an attempt, she would be severely punished. And to prove the point, Carl spanked her--hard.\page\tab For a week she was sexually sexed. There were some spankings, but not too harsh. She was covered/coated in cum and pee. She semi willingly serviced the boys, their dad, when they wished. Her cunny was shaven and she entered into outlandish exploits of disgusting sexualizations she never thought of.\par \tab A week after her incarceration the boys and Carl were once more prowling the outer area of the family ranch, another generator well had gone bust and needed fixing. Most of the morning was spent bringing the old generator back to life.\par \tab It was good to get out and work, their peckers needed the time off.\par \tab Back at the ranch--Suzie was nailed on a semi-regular basis. So was her little friend, Shelly. Finally, with some time to themselves, Chris and Harold boogied back to town. Carl minded the dungeon. The news of the \ldblquote missing\rdblquote Crystal was news, so was the news of the two bandits some time back. One had had a shootout with law enforcement officials in a nearby town, the other had escaped jail and was \ldblquote at large.\rdblquote\par \tab The money bag Chris still had hidden, he still needed a way to give it to his dad without too much fuss about it. But his dad was soooooo suspicious, curious and mindful about the Flash Pen.\par \tab In town the boys made for the malt shoppe right off.\par \tab Being the middle of the week there was a dip in customers until the evening type time. Chris flashed the soda clerk, Amber Corbella, a delicious treat herself she was; Italian with red hair! She was oh so friendly, outgoing, delightful and pleasing to the eye. She was seventeen and came to the junior high school for tutoring those who needed tutoring.\par \tab Chris undone her black knit slacks while Harold watched and made security checks. Chris was being bold, and semi aware that this was once more again another facet to his \ldblquote dream.\rdblquote With her slacks down, his heart beating furiously in his chest, he bent the hapless zombiefied girl over and rolled her panties to her knees.\par \tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch,\rdblquote commented Harold, \ldblquote she\rquote d be good for our dungeon!\rdblquote\par \tab Chris smiled and agreed, as he eased in his cock to the girl\rquote s super tight glory hole. He humped, slapped, spanked, and fucked until he filled her anal tract with his love cream. He then backed up and flung his splooge into the ice cream buckets of the freezer. He laughed and smiled and flogged his dog for a few moments, rubbing his ass and thinking how crazy he could go.\page\tab Harold came around into the private area and put Amber on the rubberized floor, rolled her panties all the way down and fucked her. She was a pussy virgin, but oh well.\par \tab From her the boys wandered to Brandy\rquote s.\par \tab And success!\par \tab At last!\par \tab She was doing backyard work. Secretly as possible the boys made contact with her. She gathered some yard work and made for the alley to dump it into the dumpster. She greeted the boys friendly enough, the boys smiled and showed her some pictures.\par \tab She was no longer very friendly.\par \tab She was angered and pissed and shocked and alarmed.\par \tab\ldblquote Hey, chill,\rdblquote cooed Harold, \ldblquote we\rquote re not gonna DO anything with them, we\rquote re buds, right?\rdblquote\par \tab But still, Brandy wasn\rquote t amused. She felt as if it were a violation (of privacy.)\par \tab\ldblquote Uhm, why don\rquote t you come out to the pond,\rdblquote said Harold; he had heard the sound of a car pulling in, Brandy\rquote s step-father--whom she despised greatly. \ldblquote And bring yer sister!\rdblquote he added.\par \tab Brandy was still miffed, but nodded her head. She didn\rquote t appreciate the picture taking, it was a breech of security.\par \par \tab The following day she made her appearance.\par \tab Little Karen was with her. Already Chris and Harold were skinny dipping. Little Karen was a little hesitant about jumping in with the nude boys, they were sort of strangers and not like Logan whom she liked. Brandy was hesitant, too. This was sort of to a certain extent getting out of hand and further breeching security protocol.\par \tab Harold flopped out onto his back, doing a backstroke and exposing his wares. Karen and Brandy got an eyeful. Chris just upturned and dove to the bottom of the pristine secluded pond. (not the quarry site) \par \tab\ldblquote You coming in or just gonna stand there?\rdblquote Harold bitched.\par \tab Brandy slowly pulled off her top and then the rest of her clothes. She helped her step sister and they glided into the water for a bit of frolic. Chris and Harold were cool about their actions.\page\tab After a time the boys slithered up onto the small sandy bank and laid out on their backs to bask in the noonday sun. Brandy and Karen exited the pond, too. Brandy sat up, looking around. Karen laid out on her stomach. Chris sat up and admired her ass. She was so cute, so young, too. Nice body for a six year old.\par \tab He thought back to the day she was getting scrogged by Logan and Jackie. He had pictures of it, but it was nothing like being in person. His cock surged to life, he looked to Brandy. \par \tab Brandy had a nice set of teenage tits; soft, supple, perfectly shaped for her age and size. She lightly fingered herself, still looking around as she was unfamiliar with the area and fearful of being sneaked up on.\par \tab Soon Chris just boldly stood up with a raging boner and stepped up rather close to Brandy, waggling his schlong. Karen was looking the other way. Brandy looked once more around the area, fingered intensely her 13 yr old poon and opened her mouth, gobbling on Chris\rquote bone.\par \par \tab Just as Chris began to succumb to the blow, little Karen turned about, still laying out on the warm sun. She watched the \ldblquote blowjob\rdblquote in progress and then sat up. She remained quiet but her cute little face was all enlightened.\par \tab Chris exploded into Brandy\rquote s hot mouth, she furiously fingered herself; nearby Harold humped his cock, opening his legs to expose himself fully to Karen.\par \tab Brandy swallowed the spunk matter in her mouth, rubbed the fuck pole all over her face and continued jerking it off to get the last little bit of cum juice splashed onto her breasts. She nuzzled on Chris\rquote balls and continued to entice him. His mind all a whir and a blur, but he knew his dad would love to fuck her!\par \tab Timidly little Karen kissed on Harold\rquote s throbbing dong. She was a giggle worm, he caressed her and was gentle. In his mind he wanted to see her tied up and being spanked, peed on, and fucked. If not Karen, at least, then, some other bitch.\par \tab Chris had turned about, his cock needed a week\rquote s worth of vacation, it couldn\rquote t take the over workings. He bent over and Brandy gave him a rim job! She watched, too, her little sis sucking Harold\rquote s cock. Karen wasn\rquote t her biological sister, but still--just a little kid.\par \tab But she let it be as she had let Logan and Jackie have their way with her, as well.\page\tab\ldblquote Wanna come back to our house?\rdblquote Chris asked sheepishly.\par \tab Brandy paused and pulled in her lip thinking it over.\par \tab\ldblquote My dad will drive you, us, back to town, close to your house.\rdblquote\par \tab That helped, Brandy didn\rquote t relish the notion of walking all that way back home from out in the boonies. Part of the way they walked naked, Harold wanted to visit the quarry, to see if the dead horse was still there and if there were any \ldblquote other\rdblquote riders foolishly riding the back country.\par \tab But time was against them, it was still a good walk to the house, the girls were tired and the draw of fresh lemonade and some treats lured them. Harold wondered how they would do in the \ldblquote dungeon.\rdblquote Chris didn\rquote t, not Brandy.\par \tab Along the way they talked. Harold carried Karen on his shoulders, naked. Chris and Brandy walked almost shoulder to shoulder, discussing the return to school, teachers, homework, school schedule, and other students. It was learned that Brandy had some enemies; some upper classmen (8\super th\nosupersub graders) who were bitches. She didn\rquote t like them and they didn\rquote t like her and they were always butting heads when trying to run the baby sitting jobs in the small town of just over 5,000.\par \tab\ldblquote Wouldn\rquote t it be neat if they could be placed in a dungeon or something?\rdblquote scoffed Chris off handedly.\par \tab Brandy agreed. \ldblquote Yeah, but that aint likely to happen.\rdblquote\par \tab Chris rolled his eyes. How would she feel about knowing about the dungeon? What about Crystal, the first captive, could she handle that? Chris began formulating a plan. Brandy didn\rquote t have much room to pitch a bitch, he had the goods on her so she was in a spot. \par \tab Brandy mentioned the pictures, too. Chris tried to reassure her that the pictures would be kept safe and only used for masturbatory purposes. She raised an eyebrow about that, it was kind of repulsive. She still worried, worried about the pictures being seen by someone else and the simple fact of the matter of the pictures being secretly taken in the first place!\par \tab At the Mitchell home the sweaty group took showers and remained nude, killing off a couple glasses of lemonade and devouring some apple pie. Thereafter the gang moved into the boys\rquote bedroom. Chris slipped away to check on the \ldblquote captive\rdblquote .\par \tab She was alright. She was distressed. Chris did feel for her and hoped that his dad would indeed eventually let her go. It was understood that when she WAS returned to society that she was to be \ldblquote replaced.\rdblquote\page\tab Chris returned to find Harold butt humping Karen while Brandy masturbated beside them on the bed. That was cool. He stepped up and caressed his friend\rquote s ass, looked down between the legs to watch the penetration taking place. He clamored onto the bed, settling before the six year, flopping his engorged prick before her. \par \tab Greedily the girl giggled and stroked the cock. Brandy caressed her sister, Harold, too. She helped Karen grip the stick and guided it into the child\rquote s mouth. Chris sank himself fully, running his hands thru the golden hair and reeling in the dirty despicable deed. Harold continued humping from behind, pulling out and straining, rubbing against the child\rquote s pussy and then stuffing her corn hole again.\par \par \tab His thoughts were muddled, confused, tormented (inasmuch as was his cock). But sliding in (and out of) Brandy\rquote s pleasing cunt was a riotous endeavor. He felt the surge of cum squirting thru his shaft, he tensed and tightened up as he strained, he felt his asshole clench shut.\par \tab Occupying the \ldblquote other\rdblquote hole, Harold, humped and felt the same sensations likewise. Brandy\rquote s feelings were not openly known, but she shuddered and enjoyed a massive orgasm herself as she was doubly penetrated.\par \tab It was how they were found by Chris\rquote dad.\par \tab Brandy somewhat freaked out. Chris wasn\rquote t sure how the situation would be, little naked cum drenched Karen clung to the pillows at Brandy\rquote s head unsure herself.\par \tab Harold pumped his fill and finally managed to cum off and pull out, slapping his salami against the cool sweaty ass cheeks of Brandy. He went right to noshing on Karen\rquote s cunt, rolling her onto her backside, opening her legs and devouring her cunny.\par \tab Chris sheepishly introduced Brandy and Karen, as friends.\par \tab Carl nodded, gouged himself and Chris shrugged, \ldblquote Y-you can join us, if you want.\rdblquote\par \tab Carl stood watching, Harold not even looking, he massaged his squirting cock and continued noshing on the hairless poon before him. Chris\rquote cock laid against the creamy skin of Brandy--it had done it\rquote s all and would do no more--for at least a day or so.\page\tab It was a lot of cum. A gusher load. Brandy herself added to the mix of cum juices, she shuddered and reeled as she lay on the bed, she was out of control of herself, on fire. Carl sat in a swath of sweat, a little bit of cum spilling forth from his cock. A generous load he had spilled inside Brandy\rquote s teenage cunt. The ride the girl got was intense, her eyes had fluttered and she had wrapped her arms and legs about the man in a furious fuck spree that had lasted as many as seven to eight minutes.\par \tab She was exhausted. She lay still for a while, Chris wiping her down with a wet wash rag, cooling her down some. He had done likewise to himself. Harold had \ldblquote disappeared\rdblquote but Chris knew where he was. Carl ambled into the shower and brought Karen with him.\par \tab When Chris refreshened the wash rag he noted his dad in the mouth of the little tyke; then, with his cock sufficiently strengthened and lubed up with soap, he probed the child\rquote s anus and buggered her. HIS eyes fluttered, he desired her, he desired any girl of any age.\par \tab Brandy and Karen were \ldblquote friends\rdblquote , though, so was Shelly. So \ldblquote other\rdblquote prospects would have to be acquired. And Carl was seemingly cool with that. Some \ldblquote prospects\rdblquote were pointed out to him as Brandy and Karen had been taken home. \par \tab Chris didn\rquote t know if he would see Brandy again, he figured he would or wouldn\rquote t. She was still irked about the pictures and knew that she had been coerced into going to the Mitchell home. She had qualms about Karen being sexed up, but\'85\par \tab Carl Mitchell\rquote s cock was something not to give up.\par \tab On the way back, the Mitchell family checked out other \ldblquote possibles.\rdblquote\par \tab There were quite a few.\par \tab Chris had a feeling those possibles his dad would like and/or enjoy. He concentrated on picking them out, then checking for security issues. There more than a \ldblquote few\rdblquote to consider, possibles and security issues both. Carl didn\rquote t want to stay away from the house too long, for a security fear there.\par \par Madness, Sheer Madness\par \tab Beyond belief it was. Beyond the scope of his imagination. While traveling past the supermarket, another facet of his dreams, there was sighted a small family. Ms. Fletcher, she taught at the junior high of Chris and Harold\rquote s, music appreciation, drama, choir director assistant, and tutored those in need in the areas of Math and English. She was friendly, sweet and oh so fuckable.\page\tab Carl had stopped the truck at a 4-way, then motioned for another car whose turn it wasn\rquote t to go on. Then he slowly moved the truck to the side and paused, noting Chris and Harold staring.\par \tab Ms. Fletcher BENT OVER, picking up some dropped/spilled grocery articles. With her she had three young children, the oldest being ten, the youngest being five. Ms. Fletcher had super tight jeans, a very trim body, long flowing hair, she always spoke well, laughed joyously, and smelled wondrously of flowers.\par \tab Chris had thought he had heard her fart once, but couldn\rquote t be sure. It was either her or that cunt Belinda Millie, a stuck up cunt-bitch Chris couldn\rquote t stand. She was also on Brandy\rquote s list of bitches she would like to see \ldblquote tied up and being spanked.\rdblquote\par \tab Chris kept it in mind (Belinda), presently, his mind was thoroughly occupied with Beverly Fletcher.\par \tab\ldblquote We can do her.\rdblquote said Harold.\par \tab Carl looked to him.\par \tab Chris gulped and nodded that it was so.\par \tab Carl gulped and stared at the woman fussing with groceries and kids.\par \tab\ldblquote What do we do?\rdblquote he asked.\par \tab Chris and Harold smiled and exited the truck.\par \par \tab Being a small town (of 5,000) and in the country setting, security cameras on buildings were practically non-existent. As they were for the Farmer\rquote s Market store. \par \tab\ldblquote Can I help you, M\rquote am?\rdblquote Chris said friendly-like. Harold was the only one who knew Ms. Fletcher, he sneaked up from the opposite side as the Mitchell truck eased into the parking space adjacent.\par \tab The haggard woman looked up--and saw a friendly face and then a brilliant flash of light. The boys then moved quickly \ldblquote flashing\rdblquote the woman\rquote s family, little Joel the five year old wasn\rquote t affected. No matter, he was crammed into the Mitchell truck and off they went.\par \par \tab Both Chris and his dad sighed deeply. It was unbelievable. Had they actually gotten away with it? Snatching Crystal was one thing, there was surely no one out in the outland to see. But a family, right out from a super market center parking lot?\page\tab The little boy was a little frightened and wailed some, he was stuffed down into the passenger side floorboard along with his sisters. The woman was sprawled out across the laps of the three abductors. No one said a word, Carl drove with his mind in a blur, Chris stared out the dingy windshield, they were stepping way out over the line. Harold caressed the woman\rquote s body, his cock out of his pants and in the woman\rquote s mouth, forcing her to suck him.\par \tab They didn\rquote t go home. Instead they took an old off-road and boogied out towards the quarry site (again). The kiddies were tied up (for their safety and security.) the woman was blindfolded and then \ldblquote unlashed\rdblquote . Her clothes were ripped from her hogtied body and she knew she was in deep shit.\par \tab When she got out of hand and thrashed about so she was held into position and spanked. Hard. She was position laying out on the vinyl bench seat of the truck, her knees on the running board. Carl seemed to take some pleasure in applying his belt to her ass. He soon was enthralled enough to prod her virginal asshole. Chris sat before the woman, making her suck his cock.\par \tab Outside the truck Harold undressed the kids.\par \par \tab The madness continued with the young mother of three seeing a well tanned teenaged boy squatting onto her face. His funky musty testicles embedded into her mouth while a man the boy addressed as \ldblquote dad\rdblquote sodomized him.\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck my ass, dad.\rdblquote came the command. Chris squatted on the tormented woman as she thrashed madly on the ground. Both he and Harold held the woman, smacking her tender thighs, tweaking her nipples, and smacking her pussy. She was indeed in DEEP shit.\par \tab Ball washing was not her forte. But whispered in her ear--\rquote You don\rquote t fucking do what yer fucking told--we\rquote ll start on the kiddies!\rquote\par \tab She was allowed her frantic freak out but then had to suck on the teen boy\rquote s balls and watch so up close and personal as a man cock went slamming up into the boy\rquote s asshole.\par \tab Her torment was only beginning. She was strongly coerced into licking the boy\rquote s fresh fucked asshole and then she herself endured the indignity of being raped multiple times, repeatedly.\page\tab Roughly she was sexually assaulted, spanked, sodomized, and showered with pee. She was tied to a nearby straggly tree, Harold stood before her holding her girls\rquote clothes, he took their little panties and wrapped them about his cock. He smiled and leered then turned to enjoy the woman\rquote s girls.\par \tab Nothing too serious with them, Jessica ten and Mindy seven. Carl didn\rquote t do much but watched as boys Chris and Harold fondled, patted, fingered, then held one down at a time for some serious grinding and humping.\par \tab Young Jessica was held firmly by Carl\rquote s daddy hands and force fed Chris aching funky cock. He couldn\rquote t cum, he tried, too. He slapped the child\rquote s face with his cock then enjoyed tongue lashing her cunny. Carl\rquote s own bone languished up side the girl\rquote s head until finely Harold positioned the anguished child into cock sucking position on her hands and knees while he himself took diligent care at anal probing with his own cock.\par \tab Chris still had qualms about messing with kids, kids like Jessica and Mindy, Karen, too. Too young, just too young. But there was some delight in the foul-hellish deed. The girls were way cute, way cute. That helped entice Chris to lick the naked hairless cunny of Mindy, probe her with his tongue and finger and then lay his severely aching schlong against her wriggling body and hump his fill.\par \tab Harold had made anal entry into Jessica. Daddy Carl had filled the child\rquote s mouth with his jiz, splashed some onto her pretty face and then was done. Harold wasn\rquote t. He held the girl up against his body, his cock between her legs, his back into him. He fingered the girl\rquote s pussy.\par \tab Carl thought he was done.\par \tab He moved up and rubbed his cock against the child\rquote s legs and then her cunny. Harold pulled the girl\rquote s legs up and Daddy Carl pressed himself into her cunny and at length entered.\par \par \tab He was far too young to do much with, but little five year old Joel was sucked on, spanked, fondled and forced to nosh on his sisters. He was a typical lad with mild curiosities about the fairer sex, but being five and having two sister siblings--he already got his fare share of seeing what they looked like naked.\par \tab But he had never touched their most private place, not until strongly encouraged and coerced (as well as shown how.) He licked on both his sisters and then laid on them for a hump fest. His little noodle wasn\rquote t much of a threat of penetrating their already broken-in cunnies, but close counts.\par \tab He was at length straddled onto his mother and SHE was forced to suck him, his tezzies and noodle and then with him turned about, laying down on her his wares fully engulfed into her mouth, Beverly Fletcher watched as firstly her son was spanked and then sodomized.\par \tab Beverly, too, had to endure as daughters Jessica and Mindy straddled her face, they then were spanked and subsequently butt boned. It was an incredible madness. Sheer madness. Chris watched as his dad tormented himself about his sexual involvement with the young girls. He scarcely made full penetrations, just into their sweet little mouths. He humped on their chests and skin, pressed the head of his dick into their private holes, but not much more than that.\par \tab Harold, Harold the Tactless made full vaginal and anal penetrations.\par \tab Chris did so, too.\par \tab The woman had passed out. The kids were out due to sheer exhaustion. Evening was coming on, the family (Mitchell) had to hustle back home to encounter Suzie who would be home soon and to check on the dungeon captive.\par \par \tab Out into the wilds of Calamute county were several nifty remote areas, campgrounds improved and rustic. Improved meant with picnic tables and barbeques. Rustic meant a fire pit and that was it. The Mitchell truck lumbered about old-old back roads; it was hot, dry, and the air a buzz with insects. The Fletcher family was taken to an improved campground site and left there, the mother tied a picnic table, the children free. All minus their clothes.\par \tab Beverly Fletcher mumbled incoherently and was thusly deemed never to be quite the same again. *(She and her family were found the following day by a roving ranger and rescued.) Ms. Fletcher did not return to Carterville Middle School, she was never seen again in the township and could not identify/remember much of her ordeal. Nor could her children.\par \tab Chris and his dad had qualms about the Fletcher ordeal, Harold didn\rquote t. they went on to newer adventures\'85\par \par Tsk Tsk Tsk\par \tab Couldn\rquote t Leave Well Enough Alone\par \tab Time was short, the day hot; the Mitchells continued their trek on the dirt road out and around a great expanse of backcountry, circling back towards Vale Country and the Mitchell home. They skirted the Uhmma-luma land and went cross country to make a few short cuts.\par \tab Which only proved fatal to the left front tire.\par \tab Right out in the open, in the sweltering heat, everything to be touched scorching hot. The family was already scorching themselves. Chris noted that Silver Creek wasn\rquote t too far, half a mile, into the lone grove of woods.\par \tab Half a mile was a pain in the ass, it seemed further than believed.\par \tab The boys made the trek al la natural. Carl in his pants and shoes.\par \tab At the creek they skinny dipped and relaxed. Chris contemplated scooting to the house to encounter sibling Suzie, these were tumultuous times and a kid shouldn\rquote t be home alone under any circumstances. Suzie could take care of her self, but there were issues and she could be overwhelmed.\par \tab And she just might get nosey enough to hear someone screaming from down below in the basement and she might just get nosey enough to check it out--and subsequently freak out about it.\par \tab That wouldn\rquote t be good.\par \tab How would she handle it? Could she handle it?\par \tab These things Chris and his dad did not know.\par \par ****\par \par \tab Changing the tire was gonna take awhile, especially since the spare was flat, too. The family began hoofing it back to home. There was the agri-three wheeler that could be used to bring out a new (used) tire and get the family truck home.\par \tab They came into familiar territory; the remains of a horse was the first clue. The outcropping of the quarry came and the boys quickened their pace as they decreed themselves a dip in the refreshing waters.\par \tab It helped, the boys\rquote schlongs needed the refreshment.\par \tab They walked home nakedly thereafter arriving just before dusk.\par \tab Suzie was already there. So was Brandy and little sister Karen.\par \par \tab Brandy wasn\rquote t 100% herself, she wasn\rquote t as chipper as she usually was. Little sibling Karen was. She and Suzie darted outside to play and then into the house into Suzie\rquote s bedroom to play, and then back out, and back in\'85\par \tab Carl and Harold got a tire for the truck and loaded it onto the 3-wheeler then struck off. Chris and Brandy stayed behind--to talk. Brandy wasn\rquote t so much in the talkative mood, though. She watched her little sister and Suzie, drank her tea and was quiet.\page\tab Chris didn\rquote t force the issue, he wanted to fuck her, or to at least see her naked, maybe wriggling on his face, his cock. He\rquote d settle for a narly time with Karen, too. He wasn\rquote t picky, just horny. (despite what his cock thought about it.)\par \tab But he played it cool and didn\rquote t spoil the mood. He would let Brandy make the first move, sexual or talkative. \par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote re dad seems pretty cool.\rdblquote she finally mentioned.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, I-I guess.\rdblquote where was she going with this?\par \tab Brandy pursed her lips and sipped her tea from a huge Mason jar. She popped her neck and was in deep thought. Wisps of hair fell onto her forehead, her green eyes sparkled and stared out into the dirt yard. \par \tab\ldblquote S-something happen--with you\rquote re dad?\rdblquote Chris asked sheepishly, he knew that the new daddy was not well liked by Brandy. Again she pursed her lips and stared out.\par \tab She said nothing but nodded. \ldblquote I hate him.\rdblquote she finally let go.\par \tab Suzie and Karen raced back into the house breaking the sullen mood and silence.\par \tab\ldblquote You can stay here, if-if you want.\rdblquote Chris offered, thinking that it was what Brandy wanted to ask in the first place. She nodded that it was so.\par \tab\lquote Cool!\rquote Chris said to himself. \ldblquote A-and you\rquote re sister, too?\rdblquote though Karen wasn\rquote t biologically connected and Brandy didn\rquote t often treat the little sib quite right, they had become \ldblquote buds\rdblquote of late.\par \tab Brandy nodded again.\par \tab Now there was the business of how SHE would feel about \ldblquote captives\rdblquote in captivity. Did she know Cystal Branson? One way to find out.\par \tab\ldblquote Do you a girl Crystal Branson?\rdblquote\par \tab Brandy made a shock expression, rolled her eyes a bit, contorted her face, then made a displeasing face of concern, \ldblquote Yeah, why do you ask?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote What do you think of her?\rdblquote\par \tab For a moment she didn\rquote t reply, then offhandedly, \ldblquote She\rquote s a bitch.\rdblquote\par \tab Which surprised Chris, he didn\rquote t think of her that way.\par \tab\ldblquote Really? Why?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Why do you want to know?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote N-no reason, I-I sort of know her, sort of, an-and I-I was just wondering what kind of person she is. That\lquote s all.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote She\rquote s a bitch.\rdblquote re-stated Brandy.\par \tab Wow. Hmmmm Chris wrinkled his nose, sipped his tea and felt his balls swelling. Brandy was already in a foul mood, how would she feel about knowing of Crystal in the basement?\page\tab\ldblquote Soooooo, hmmmm.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote Brandy asked getting a little peeved.\par \tab\ldblquote You said, Belinda Millie, LeeAnn McDuff, Lori Gregory, girls you couldn\rquote t stand, either, right?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote Brandy said, \ldblquote And?\rdblquote getting a little more peeved.\par \tab\ldblquote I-I was just wondering, that\rquote s all. I-I know those girls, too, and was just curious about them.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote d like to fuck them, huh?\rdblquote she said a little pissed.\par \tab\ldblquote Well, maybe. Harold wants to see them tied up, naked, being spanked, peed on--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Me too!\rdblquote Brandy said angrily.\par \tab\ldblquote Really?\rdblquote\par \tab Brandy looked at him--like he had a hearing problem.\par \par Truth of the Matter Is\'85\par \tab Daphne, Rachel, Ralynn, Hanna, and especially Denise was on Brandy\rquote s \ldblquote Shit List.\rdblquote Chris got the impression that Brandy didn\rquote t get along well with others. There was some sort of rivalry among the group. The older girls on the \ldblquote List\rdblquote had tried taking the babysitting market from Brandy and her colleagues, but Brandy and her colleagues had managed to pull the wool and make some fast moves and got the babysitting jobs instead of the others.\par \tab In turn, the older girls and the 8\super th\nosupersub grade girls sought revenge, causing Brandy and her friends grief and getting them into all sorts of troubles at their school and with their parents. Brandy didn\rquote t elaborate but she was very vengeful.\par \tab So, the prospect of seeing any one of the thirteen girls in a dire manner of being humiliated, tied up, spanked, pissed on, and forced into depraved situations suited Brandy just fine.\par \tab\ldblquote Crystal kinda pissed me off, too.\rdblquote Chris said at length. He didn\rquote t elaborate (\rquote cause he didn\rquote t have anything to elaborate on) but, he licked his lips and continued. \ldblquote Kinda did it on a whim.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Did what?\rdblquote\par \tab Chris knew he was treading on dangerous ground. The Flash Pen was in handy in its leather pouch. If it didn\rquote t go right he could zap her, she was pissed at her step-dad anyways and was in a sense running away. She didn\rquote t say how long she wanted to stay, just long enough to make it hard on him and for her mother to be pissed off at her new hubby and not Brandy.\par \tab Anyways, Chris took her hand and led her to the Dungeon.\par \tab Crystal Branson. Entering into her 2\super nd\nosupersub week of captivity. She was a little--no, a LOT out of her mind. She had settled down quite a lot, finally succumbing to the horror of her predicament, realizing that it WAS futile to resist. She was beaten. \par \tab\ldblquote Oh my god!\rdblquote whispered harshly Brandy as she stepped down on the last step of the stairs. \ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote she drawled. Then, \ldblquote How\rquote d you do it?\rdblquote\par \tab Chris shrugged, details-details.\par \tab\ldblquote Does you dad know?\rdblquote\par \tab Chris bowed his head and looked sheepishly about.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh my God! He helped!?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote She\rquote s a bitch, like you said,\rdblquote Chris said, but didn\rquote t really no the former horsey rider, but went along with Brandy\rquote s analogy just the same. \par \tab\ldblquote She got on my case and it was time to take her out.\rdblquote\par \tab Brandy looked at the hapless captive, tethered at the neck by a cable to the center post of the dim lit \ldblquote dungeon.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote What are you going to do with her?\rdblquote\par \tab Chris scoffed, are you kidding? He smiled, shucked his clothes and strolled over to the wigged out teenager. She immediately grabbed his dong, worked it, then began sucking it. She was trained.\par \par \tab Chris heard the truck and the three-wheeler return. He became mindful of Suzie and Karen, where were they? He was tired and weak, it was late, and he was possibly in trouble. Carefully he slipped up the stairs to check on the younger ones. \par \tab They were playing quietly in Suzie\rquote s room, in their underwear, playing house-dolls. Chris met his dad coming into the kitchen door. He was dirty.\par \tab\ldblquote Problems?\rdblquote Chris scoffed.\par \tab\ldblquote Just a stubborn tire.\rdblquote he reported. He made for the bathroom, stripping off his clothes. \ldblquote Your friend still here?\rdblquote he asked.\par \tab Harold came in and Chris nodded, \ldblquote Yeah, she is.\rdblquote then, \ldblquote In the basement.\rdblquote\par \tab His dad shot him a (security) look.\par \tab Harold grinned, \ldblquote Well alright!\rdblquote not knowing the full story, but not caring either. Harold the Tactless.\par \tab Chris nodded his head for the two to come see.\page\tab In the basement Brandy raised her ass up just a bit, she clenched and then a steady stream of urine began to spill from her gash and splash onto the face of Crystal Branson. \par \tab After the \ldblquote splashdown\rdblquote Brandy wriggled her ass onto the girl\rquote s wet face, \ldblquote Eat me, bitch!\rdblquote she fingered the girl\rquote s pussy, smacking it and forcefully pressing her body (cunt) down onto the girl\rquote s face.\par \tab Chris fell enamored with Brandy\rquote s bum hole, it beckoned him and he went to it, resting his balls on Crystal\rquote s forehead, then into her mouth as his cockmeat slid near effortlessly into Brandy\rquote s poop chute. Harold stripped down and joined in, sliding his prick into Crystal\rquote s pussy and then into Brandy\rquote s mouth.\par \tab Daddy Carl showered in the available shower he had installed, then as son Chris finished up in Brandy\rquote s hole, he took over. He slid into Brandy\rquote s muffin, too. Chris showered then slipped up the stairs to check on the younger set.\par \par Oopsy!\par \tab These Things Happen\par \tab Chris eased back down the stairs a couple hours after \ldblquote playing\rdblquote with Suzie and Karen. His cock ached more than it had ever ached before. He had managed to cum into Karen\rquote s tight shit hole as well as unload into his own sister\rquote s pooper. He had loved on each girl and got them to masturbate using their dollies. He coaxed them into noshing on one another, then pussy pound one another and then pee on him.\par \tab He showered, a cold shower first, then a hot shower, then a cold shower--anything to try and revitalize his sore aching cock. When done he grabbed a sandwich and drank the rest of the tea. It was getting dark, he wondered what had happened between Brandy and her step-father. She was pissed at him and had taken desperate measures to get away. If he had tried to be nasty with her--what was the big deal, she was nasty already. So it had to be something else. Was there anything worse than being sexually seduced/assaulted by a step-father?\par \tab In the Dungeon Chris and Harold double teamed Brandy. Crystal lay dazed with cum stains, piss stains, and shit stains smeared and drying on her naked teenage body. Chris had missed it, but he was okay with it.\par \tab Carl took another shower, this time with Brandy. The shower was an open air shower, having a small tile floor with drain, a backsplash, and a spigot. There was a toilet nearby, too. Some cots for beds and not much else.\par \tab Harold lay on his back, exhausted.\par \tab Chris sized up Crystal, he was growing tired of her. He had fucked her three holes several times, peed on her, made her lick his asshole, spanked her, everything. What else was there? It was time for a new girl.\par \tab After their shower Brandy and Carl sat on one of the cots, Carl leaning back to rest his shoulders against the stone wall. Brandy leaning forward, contemplating her actions.\par \tab Harold was up, fondling his aching bone and walking about, he took a quick shower then sat on the toilet to \'85 uhm, unload. Chris could see it in the boy\rquote s eyes, the desire to go immediately over to the hapless teen girl and wipe his dirty ass on her face.\par \tab He didn\rquote t though, he roamed the interior of the \ldblquote dungeon\rdblquote then disappeared into the gloomy darkness of the actual basement area. He was heard being like a big rat rummaging thru stuff. \par \tab\ldblquote Be careful,\rdblquote cautioned/warned Carl, \ldblquote there\rquote s rat traps set out!\rdblquote\par \tab And right on cue, \ldblquote SNAP!\rdblquote\par \tab Harold\rquote s big toe was the victim. He cussed a blue streak. Carl got the trap off and Harold jumped around bitching and yelling. When he had settled down he asked Carl, \ldblquote What is this?\rdblquote\par \tab The object in question was a portable-very portable, generator.\par \tab It was an army surplus piece of crap.\par \tab\ldblquote Does it work?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote If you crank it long enough.\rdblquote commented Carl.\par \tab The generator held a \ldblquote charge\rdblquote if cranked several hundred times, the charge was held in stasis and then let go via the flip of a switch. The stored energy zoomed through the wire connections to the opposite end of whatever the wires were connected too: usually a radio or some sort of equipment needing a jolt of quick power.\par \tab Harold had another idea.\par \par \tab To say the least Crystal was not amused.\par \tab Her young body gyrated and twisted about madly, she bucked and went wild as a couple thousand volts of electricity screamed through her body. Her nipples stood out, she drooled, she sputtered, and totally freaked out.\par \tab Brandy seemed to want to touch the girl. Carl said it was alright, the electricity surging through Crystal\rquote s body was only enough for her, it wouldn\rquote t be enough to come out and zap anyone else.\page\tab Brandy felt a tingling of electricity as she settled onto Crystal\rquote s face, she wriggled her asshole down onto the girl\'85\par \tab And farted.\par \tab A big nasty almost-passing-a-turd fart.\par \tab She then sat up and bounced on the girl.\par \tab Harold was enthused and mounted the girl, fucking her while sucking on Brandy\rquote s titties. Chris sank his cock into Brandy\rquote s funk hole and Crystal went kinda limp.\par \par \tab Broward Country hosted as many as five towns and one city. The towns all had populations in the low teens, the one city had a population of just under 50,000 and had an interstate running thru the middle of it. The Mitchell family truck rumbled thru along the interstate and hit the back roads around the populous city, narrowly avoiding the roving patrol of Nation Guard. Behind a bus depot Crystal Branson was \ldblquote released.\rdblquote\par \tab She was thoroughly fucked up and mindless.\par \tab Chris felt badly for his actions. Though he had enjoyed it, he had remorse. He had stayed at home with Brandy and the wee ones, Harold had accompanied Carl on the romp to \ldblquote release\rdblquote the captive.\par \tab Belinda Millie-14; LeeAnn McDuff-14; Lori Gregory-14; Crystal Branson-15; Leann Joy-15; Tami Dewes-15; Julie Weeber-16; Cynthia Reece-16 Heather Gains, Holly Binkman, Grace Tilly, and Jolene Utell made up the tentative \ldblquote list\rdblquote for potential captives.\par \tab In his mind Chris was adding Patti J and Ms. Pepper and Ms. Evelynn Beaver, too. Brandy went over the list and in her mind she was adding some extras herself. She kept them to herself. Chris wondered if he should introduce her to Mr. Thomas, the guy of whom he had gotten the Flash Pen from.\par \tab Suzie and Karen had gone to bed, naked. How long Chris\rquote dad and Harold would be gone he wasn\rquote t sure, he worried, too, that they would be stopped by the National Guard--there was a sort of curfew in progress throughout the lands, but only for teenagers but any vehicle was subjected to a stop and possible search. But there had to be (supposed to be) a plausible reason for the stop/search.\par \tab So Chris and Brandy sat up until near midnight until the Mitchell family truck rolled back in. (no extra passengers, either.) Chris and Brandy remained sitting up on the back porch watching the twinkling stars. Brandy went back into \ldblquote quiet\rdblquote mode, deep thinking.\page New Neighbors \par \tab\tab\par \tab Down the road aways (or Up the road, depending upon where you be standing at the time) was a house up fer sale. Was. It wasn\rquote t a big house, a simple abode with fireplace, porches fore & aft, open front yard, wooden fenced in backyard, detached garage, and several fruit trees, mostly mulberry trees.\par \tab It had been for sale for quite a spell. There were a few houses down the lane, a two-story job was up for sale, too. But we\rquote re only interested in the first house.\par \tab The humble abode was noted as being \ldblquote sold.\rdblquote It was a month, though, before any signs of life appeared. Naturally Chris and Harold were there for the unveiling. Just being neighborly.\par \tab A large pudgy woman was seen, she seemed fastidious and busy-body (and in the way) as the movers unloaded the moving van. A tall well dressed man there came to be followed by a ten year old boy. Both males had reddish hair.\par \tab It didn\rquote t seem as though the woman was the \ldblquote wife.\rdblquote she was more like a nanny, or an aunt or grandmother, or something. The tall man was mid to late 30s. The woman was--older. Sixties it was so determined. No dogs or cats. A lot of furniture, though.\par \tab According to the new name on the mailbox, they were the Taylors.\par \tab Chris and Harold made it their pursuit to be nosey. It was something to do. For Chris he had a strange desire for the Taylor boy. He wanted to see the boy naked, bent over, masturbating, peeing. He wanted to hump on the boy and have the boy blow him and love on him. \par \tab It was this strange desire that kept Chris vigil on the Taylor household. It wasn\rquote t far down the road, half a mile. Being no girl involved Harold wasn\rquote t all that enthused and sometimes opted out, to stay at the ranch, do some chores, fuck Brandy-Karen-Suzie, do some chores, fuck Brandy-Karen-Suzie, do some chores\'85\par \tab Chris\rquote snooping brought him to learn that the Taylors were from the nearby City. It had gotten too hectic, too big, too militaristic. The mister of the family was Mr. Randy Taylor and his son Justin.\par \tab The woman of the house was an aunt, referred to by both the mister and son as Aunt Bea. She was a cheerful woman, baked lots of goodies. Chris sampled some, helping himself to a whole pie as it cooled on a window sill.\page\tab Chris DID get to see Justin naked, in his room. He WAS nice looking, but he had very little to show, but that was atypical for a lad his age. Chris still marveled at him, a nice pecker, virtually hairless balls, a nice little ass. Chris was in agony as he peered thru the window and then a knothole into the boy\rquote s room.\par \tab At times Justin wandered about his room in the nude, sometimes just in his underwear. He left the room naked or in his undies and was gone for sometime. The window and knothole were the only safe viewing for Chris, he dared not chance it anywhere\rquote s else; \lquote cept for the kitchen area.\par \tab Sometimes Justin flopped on his bed and flopped his dog. He checked himself in the mirror, he lay on the bed in hump mode and then would look back to the mirror to see how he was doing!\par \tab He spanked himself, too.\par \tab He tried finger fucking his asshole and sometimes used \ldblquote objects\rdblquote ; his bed had \ldblquote posts\rdblquote to it and he tried guiding those posts into his anus. He didn\rquote t like it much and preferred hot dog weenies. He tried a banana and a carrot and didn\rquote t care for those, either; he settled for small zucchini and cucumbers.\par \tab Chris was enamored with the little boy. An introduction just HAD to be made. Just has to be.\par \tab But Chris wasn\rquote t the only one \ldblquote enamored.\rdblquote So was little Martha Woolery. She was knew to the area, too. She lived in a house a quarter of a mile away, in from the big city herself, but living with an aunt while her parents continued to live in the City.\par \tab She was a flat chested gal, wore dresses mainly but wasn\rquote t opposed to pants, jeans, slacks or shorts. She was being raised rather dignified. Country life would change that.\par \tab She had appeasing looks, long flowing dark hair all in curls, she stood up straight, sat up straight, talked straight. She was Justin\rquote s age, had a fantastic smile about her, kind of reserved but part of that was by being the new kid on the block/lane.\par \tab After an introduction with Justin the two sat on the steps of the Taylor house quietly chatting. Then Justin decided it was time to show her who was a man. He did a flipping cartwheel.\par \tab Sort of. It was half-assed and he tumbled thru the middle of the act falling over at the end. Martha smiled and said, \ldblquote I can do that!\rdblquote and eagerly tried to impress. She did a perfect cartwheel. And being in a dress young Justin got a nice quick view of white panties, too!\page\tab Justin was a little put off by being \ldblquote showed up.\rdblquote but enthused at the glimpse of panties. They went on to climb a tree, Martha climbed up after Justin but Justin made a leap (of faith) and jumped down, just in time to see Martha\rquote s panty clad ass as she shimmied up the tree to the branch he had just lept off of. She leaped, too. She was a bit of a tomboy at heart, despite her attire.\par \tab Justin was getting into a bad way. \par \tab They leaped over a small fence, then ran a bit, climbed another tree, then stopped for a breath at the small horsetrail out before the open landscape of countryside.\par \tab A wooded area was close, lots of shrubs and bushes, trees all around. Chris was able to keep a close eye on them, very close. He had his binoculars and that helped, too.\par \tab Justin wasn\rquote t too peeved at the girl for showing him up, she WAS better at doing things than he. She was a pretty girl, she marveled at the grand countryside, politely he took her hand and took her along the narrow horsetrail into the woods.\par \tab Chris followed slinkingly along behind.\par \par *****\par \par \tab Justin led Martha to a small pond. They saw some squirrels and chipmunks, an assortment of birds, and heard a great bullfrog somewhere deeper in the forest.\par \tab After a time Martha looked about as if she were looking fort something.\par \tab\ldblquote Lose something?\rdblquote Justin asked.\par \tab Martha smiled and shook her pretty little head. She had such a great smile, her whole face was luminance. She spoke so well, she was well educated already at her young age. She chewed thoughtfully on her lip and then sidestepped off the small nature trail, looked around and then squatted.\par \tab Justin stared at her. Was she going to do what he thought she was going to do?\par \tab Yep. She was. And did.\par \tab Justin could only stand and stare, Martha didn\rquote t seem to mind his presence. She pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and began to pee. Justin was blown away. So was Chris. (along with being bitten by insects and having scratchy weeds dig into his skin. Spying was a tough job!\page\tab Justin couldn\rquote t see much, just a glimpse. He was hard, though. Very hard. He gouged the heel of his hand into his boner. Martha watched him, she smiled and fingered her pussy a little. Justin about lost his breath.\par \tab\ldblquote I know what the difference is of a boy and a girl.\rdblquote she stated.\par \tab Justin gulped. He sorta knew. His eyes rolled searching for something to say in his defense. \par \tab\ldblquote Have you ever seen a girl--in her underwear or without? Martha said seeings as how Justin had suddenly developed lockjaw.\par \tab Poor Justin could only stand and stare and gouge himself.\par \tab\ldblquote Want to see mine?\rdblquote she asked blatantly.\par \tab Justin was close to fainting away.\par \tab Slowly the girl raised her aqua blue city dress up some, slowly. Revealed was her perfectly shaped white panties. Full brief, snuggly fitted to her lovely young body. Justin stared in awesome awe, blinking his eyes and licking his lips (hungrily.)\par \tab Justin didn\rquote t ask any questions, he was too flustered. \par \tab\ldblquote You can take it out if you want.\rdblquote Martha said out of concern for Justin\rquote s welfare. (he seemed in dire agony.) Justin was about out of his mind, he fussed with his pants button and zipper, sweating and being quite nervous.\par \tab When he finally managed to get his typical blue jeans undone he merely pulled the flaps back revealing the crisp white boy underwear. Martha focused her oh so pretty eyes on the \ldblquote bulge\rdblquote that was there. For ten (almost eleven) Justin Taylor had quite the little boner.\par \tab\ldblquote Well?\rdblquote stated Martha.\par \tab\ldblquote Well what?\rdblquote replied Justin (not getting it.)\par \tab\ldblquote Is that all I\rquote m going to see?\rdblquote she made the indication as she had her dress up fully enough to reveal herself totally in her panties. She even turned about. Chris was about out of his mind, too.\par \tab Justin gulped and stared at the strange city girl. He sucked in his breath, let it out and eased his jeans down. He wore a simple pullover shirt that was just to his waist. Martha smiled, gleaming, nodding her pretty little head.\par \tab Then, while holding her dress up in one hand she tugged her aqua blue undies down with the other. Slowly, just one corner and then to mid thigh.\page\tab Justin\rquote s eyes (as well as the hidden Chris\rquote ) stared in awe and admiration. \rquote Nice.\rquote was the general statement. Her beaver was bald, but she was ten, too. Chris made the notation that the \ldblquote beaver\rdblquote wasn\rquote t virginal. \par \tab Hmmmm \par \tab Justin timidly did likewise, tugging down his underwear briefs to mid thigh. His pecker popped right out. It was a typical schlong for a ten year old, \lquote cept it was HARD! The rigid member was alluring, Chris desired it, he wanted it in his mouth, rubbing on his balls, fucking his asshole. He wanted to see the boy cum, to see him pee. He wanted to spank the boy, to see him tied up and being spank and fucked.\par \tab Chris had these thoughts, albeit a little differently, to the girl, too.\par \tab Martha grinned big, then went to her knees to get a closer look. Poor Justin didn\rquote t know quite what to think. He stood there like a rock, WITH a rock. Martha placed her hand about the protruding erection and tugged it down to the base. Justin stood solid, his feet welded to the ground.\par \tab\ldblquote I-I think I\rquote m going to pee!\rdblquote h blurted out.\par \tab Martha smiled (devilishly) and tugged Up & Down on his bone, \ldblquote no you\rquote re not.\rdblquote she said, but it didn\rquote t seem to matter if he was or not. Lightly she kissed the tip of his pecker, then ran her tongue around the sensitive crown.\par \tab Justin was out of his mind. This was beyond anything he had ever conceived in believing. Martha held his bone and licked it, licked the head and then the shaft. She went down on it, engulfing the whole thang into her sweet Citified mouth.\par \tab It was her whole face that illuminated a devilness as she spoke,\par \tab\ldblquote Wanna see mine?\rdblquote she smiled. And without waiting for Justin\rquote s reply she sat back, avoiding the puddle she had created moments earlier and tugged her panties all the way to her ankles, she then sat on her butt and opened her knees.\par \tab Justin tightened up, he methodically rubbed his ass and balls and stared at Martha\rquote s naked cunny. He fluttered his eyes and stared. He didn\rquote t know what else to do. Chris wished he had some ability to communicate silently to the wigged out boy, and transfer encouraging thoughts to him.\par \tab Martha giggled and blushed and sat back against a stump, fingering her delicate cunny. Justin soon squatted and took a long hard look. He may have went on to do something more but there were sudden noises in their area.\page\tab Martha quickly pulled up her panties and looked a little frightened. Justin barely got his pecker in his pants before teenagers on horses came up on them. A howdy-do and hand wave and acknowledgement of existence came and went. It was getting late and Justin figured they had been out long enough and it was time to get back before his Pa and her Aunt (Krump) got pissed.\par \par \tab Chris was stuck in his hiding place as the three boys and two girls stopped in the area and wouldn\rquote t leave. He figured he might be able to \ldblquote just up and walk out\rdblquote but he didn\rquote t.\par \tab One of the horse took a piss. A LONG healthy piss. One of the girls, 15 year old Melody Striker, watched surreptitiously, grinning and closing her eyes now and then. For fifteen she was nice, very nice. Nice tight ass, a great rack, fantastic body.\par \tab Chris longed for her. She worked at a horse ranch on the far end of town, so did the others. There was one young pre-teen boy Chris had seen at his school, he was in the 6\super th\nosupersub grade and Chris didn\rquote t know him personally. The others were all high schoolers.\par \tab He thought of Flashing them, but with five of them it might go wrong. He would rather have Harold along anyhow. But he was tempted, and fantasized the two teen girls in the dungeon; tied up, hanging by their hands, being spanked, whipped, and double penetrated!\par \par \tab Brandy didn\rquote t get fucked every day, but close. She was at least fingered or humped on (just not IN.) Nor was her little sister Karen fucked every day. Nor was Suzie. When they could get away with it for sure for some certainty Chris and Harold went buck naked thru the day, doing their outside chores. The only time they wore clothes was when messing with the hay bales--hay straw had a way of bugging the ever loving shit out of raw skin.\par \tab Brandy did house work, she did the meals. Karen & Suzie helped.\par \tab Just how long Brandy & Karen were going to stay wasn\rquote t known, it wasn\rquote t an issue and wasn\rquote t brought up. Karen slept with Suzie, Brandy slept in the boys\rquote room, a spare bed had been made for her, but she sometimes slept IN the bed occupied by the boys.\par \tab Chris and Harold, and Brandy, still thunk up out and out kidnapping the members of the Cheerleader Five gang, as well as the Bitches Brandy Couldn\rquote t Stand, and a few \ldblquote others.\rdblquote Brandy was at last shown the basement, the Dungeon.\par \tab She was agassed. She couldn\rquote t believe it. She was then let in on the Flash Pen. It was a last hold out, but filled with the notion that it was a fluke and a prototype and often didn\rquote t even work. She understood the principal and how it could work, it wasn\rquote t too far fetch or out of line. It was just unfuckingbelievable, that\rquote s all.\par \tab She understood that her desire to have the Bitches She Couldn\rquote t Stand incarcerated in the Mitchell Dungeon was now a very real possibility. She was timid, though, had reservations. This was her moral and ethical fibers at war with her consciousness. It was the right thing to do but so very wrong.\par \tab\ldblquote Whenever.\rdblquote Chris told her.\par \tab Brandy nodded her head and would consider it.\par \tab She DID ask: \ldblquote Have you had anyone in here?\rdblquote\par \tab Chris gulped and began to sweat. Brandy made a note of it and shook her head, her long mid-back pony tail swinging madly, \ldblquote Nevermind.\rdblquote she said with a half lit smile.\par \tab\ldblquote If this bugs you--\rdblquote Chris said.\par \tab\ldblquote No, it\rquote s cool.\rdblquote it was just so sudden and so real. She never in her life would have guessed that it could actually be possible. She let her thoughts drift and Chris drifted, too--out the door and down the lane. More snooping.\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }