{\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 29\par The Spawn of Satan\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \par \tab Adam Jones. A sandy haired fresh from the City, trying to gain buddies that would protect him from any potential school yard bullies, fell into a wrong crowd. They weren\rquote t really so wrong, just foolish and and hoped that they could get away with something.\par \tab They were wrong.\par \tab And naturally the least likely member of the team was nabbed.\par \tab He was nabbed and brought before the Chief of Security, Daniel LaFrost. A small covey of ill-gotten booty the boy had in his shirt and pockets. He was in deep. He stared at the floor and not at the Chief of Security. The boy sheepishly sighed, his clothes were okay, he didn\rquote t seem to appear to come from a poor family, his hair was neat--just long, rich and full. The boy looked good and not malnourished or any thing remotely placing the lad as one coming from an abusive home that would lead him to be a petty thief.\par \tab He fiddled with the draw string of his sweat shirt and looked as given the chance he would bolt. The door behind him was closed (and locked.) The tall burly black bearded security chief escorted him by the shoulders to the chair before the desk.\par \tab He didn\rquote t have an ID card, he was very new to the town of Cartersville. He gave his name and address and barely could be heard giving the phone of where his father worked. He fidgeted in the leather seat, still looking at the floor.\par \tab Some silence elapsed as the Chief scribbled on a pad, then he picked up the phone and began pressing numbers. The boy gulped and looked up,\par \tab\ldblquote Y-you calling my folks?\rdblquote he quivered.\par \tab\ldblquote Have to, you broke the law.\rdblquote\par \tab The boy sighed, like Charlene before him, he had been put up to the deed of shoplifting. And abandoned when the proverbial \ldblquote jig was up.\rdblquote Like Charlene, fresh from the City, she (and he) only wanted to make friends and be with the \ldblquote in-crowd.\rdblquote \par \tab The boy gulped. He began to sweat and try to peer at the black business phone. He seemed most relieved when the man put the receiver part down, \ldblquote Hmmm, no answer.\rdblquote he proclaimed. A brief reprieve.\par \tab Their eyes met and the boy licked his lip, beads of sweat dotted his young face, he looked hopeful for a better solution. Security Chief LaFrost wrinkled his nose (his own) and sat back, hands behind his head.\par \tab\ldblquote This you first time in trouble?\rdblquote he asked.\par \tab The boy readily nodded that it was.\par \tab The Chief nodded and licked his lips thoughtfully.\par \tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote he mused, \ldblquote maybe there\rquote s something we can do instead.\rdblquote\par \tab There was no way Adam desired to spend the weekend in jail. His thoughts rested on his parents, they would go ballistic. He was open for options. Hmmmmm\par \tab Nervously not knowing exactly what to expect Adam came around the desk. He raised an eyebrow when the security chief pulled out of a bottom desk drawer a paddle. It was sleek shiny brown with some holes in the middle and about the size of a small tennis racket.\par \tab The Chief reached for the boy and pulled him towards the awaiting lap. Semi-reluctantly complied the boy almost tearing up as he lay across the man\rquote s lap. He was not even that aware of his ass being firstly felt out.\par \tab After a good squeeze of each cheek, the first swat came with a resounding smack. The boy\rquote s whole young ten year old body shook. His ass instantly tensed up, toes crinkling, air in his throat holding in horror. Another swat forced the air out and the boy somewhat choked. His arms and legs flailed about; his flailing arms were locked behind his back as another swat came, followed by two more that were just as hard as the previous.\par \tab Then, while the hapless boy reeled in being so swatted, the Chief caressed the lad\rquote s ass, very much so squeezing each cheek as well as pressing a strong finger between the legs.\par \tab He was stood up. He sniveled as he stood, consoling his burning ass.\par \tab The Chief let him be a moment, but locked his eyes upon him, \par \tab\ldblquote That covers these,\rdblquote he said pushing the four music cassettes to one side, \ldblquote but not these.\rdblquote he said stacking the three CDs.\par \tab The boy tightened his lips and tried to think clearly while his ass burned. What did it mean? what did it mean?\page\tab Not much time was the boy\rquote s ass given in reprieve before he too was given the indication that he should undo and lower his jeans. The boy took the command in, digested, considered, brought back to the table for more consideration and trying to ascertain just what the fuck it meant.\par \tab After a long couple of moments, the boy gulped. He knew. He knew.\par \tab He didn\rquote t believe it, he couldn\rquote t understand it. He was shocked. Was the Chief serious? That was dumb ass question, of COURSE he was fucking serious. \par \tab\ldblquote Either deal with me or go to jail and deal with the judge and your parents.\rdblquote\par \tab Some choice.\par \tab Given that particular choice he undone his jeans and lowered them.\par \tab Once more he was laid across the man\rquote s lap.\par \tab And once more his ass received copious amounts of punishment.\par \par \tab The usually lily white bum was tomato red. Chief of Security Daniel LaFrost caressed it, squeezed it, smacked it. He dug a finger semi roughly if not violently into the lad\rquote s asshole, grappled his fuzzy nads and yanked on them before placing the boy on the desk--his hands and feet cinched tight together with plastic ties.\par \tab His legs were pushed back and the naked dong of the security chief poked and prodded the virgin poop chute. Young Adam thrashed about on the desk, his ass not only being victimized but harshly smacked when he did so.\par \tab With dire determination, though, the LaFrost made determined anal penetration. Adam\rquote s eyes bulged, he clenched the desk\rquote s edge and halted breathing as a very large foreign object slid dramatically into his asshole.\par \tab LaFrost, though, did not go fully inward, just the head and a bit more.\par \tab He pulled free and smacked the boy\rquote s already searing ass with his cock, then stood him up. Again he admired the boy\rquote s wares dangling, he toyed with them, licking his lips hungrily. He brought the boy into him, hugging him and caressing his blistered ass. Then, Adam was pushed down to his knees.\par \tab The boy sat on his knees eye-to-cock level. The massive fuck stick humped his handsome-like face before the tube plunged into his mouth. Most of the dirt chute prober managed to nicely make entry. Adam choked, gagged, retched, heaved, and almost vomited. Almost.\par \tab The Chief fondled the boy\rquote s wares, continuing to caress his burning ass--and brought out of another desk drawer the black box.\page\tab\lquote Ut-oh.\rquote Chris slowly and carefully but suredly made for the door. He heard and saw the warbling. LaFrost looked around the room as it occurred. The boy continued sniveling but was calming down. Chris held firm his position by the door. Then,\par \tab\ldblquote Hey!\rdblquote shouted LaFrost.\par \tab\ldblquote Gotta go!\rdblquote Chris blurted and dashed out the door--LaFrost giving quick chase.\par \par ****\par \par \tab To thwart thieves or other disasters the store had security doors. There weren\rquote t a lot of customers in the store and not a lot out in the mall, Chief of Security LaFrost deemed that the store was under assault and hit the panic button--of which brought the two doors at opposite ends of the store closing.\par \tab Chris wasn\rquote t going to make it. He held fast and looked about then dove into the racks of women\rquote s clothes. Seemed the logical place to be. He checked LaFrost, he was pissed. Security Suits abounded throughout the store and an announcement had to be made to soothe the milling customers.\par \tab Two Suits went to each door then the Chief released the doors to re-open them to the public while the store manager chewed the Chief out. The Chief blew him off and scoured the store\rquote s interior for Chris.\par \tab Chris didn\rquote t move.\par \tab He couldn\rquote t if he wanted to. Panic had a way of cementing one\rquote s feet to whatever surface he stood on. He hunkered down in the clothes, dresses and such and hoped he could wait out the security.\par \tab Presently a pretty little four year old wandered his way, she smiled and looked at him, peeking thru the dresses she smiled and waved her hand. Chris felt ill, was he invisible or not. He saw the \ldblquote on\rdblquote light on the garage door opener contraption, indicating that the unit was on and functioning. But maybe just not properly.\par \tab He licked his lips and waved to the little girl.\par \tab She smiled and stood fingering herself like little children like to do before they are scolded by their parents that they aren\rquote t supposed to do such things and then therefore they are branded and warped the rest of their lives.\par \tab Chris had to know, he braved stepping out. He risked being in the same vicinity as the child, he could no longer see the Suits, he would have to be braver than he was to step out into the main aisle to get a look up to the second floor or the two doors.\par \tab A woman rifling through some clothes he got close to. Nervously he tapped her on the shoulder. The woman looked around, looked right at Chris, then continued to look around. Chris let out his breath--and a narly fart he had been holding back.\par \tab Again the woman wrenched about in horror. She peeked under clothes and looked as if she had lost something. (She was NOT the little girl\rquote s mother, though.)\par \tab Chris tempted fate with two other women, one of which WAS the little girl\rquote s mother. None of them saw him. He then worried about the security cameras--could the invisibility field shield him from the cameras, too?\par \tab He didn\rquote t know so he ducked back under the clothes and made himself comfortable, noting all feet that came too close. He was joined by the little girl in a bib-type checkered dress. She wore a white short sleeve shirt with roses all over it. It matched her red tinted panties. Chris didn\rquote t have to do anything (in regards to the Pen) the child was giddy and playfully willing to throw up her dress to expose herself.\par \tab But at four years old they all did that unknowing how much it delighted those they showed off to. Chris became her friend, exposing himself, too. Amazingly he got her to play with his cock, his balls, to kiss his cock and balls, and blow raspberries on his belly.\par \tab Chris did likewise unto her.\par \tab Very much did he want to try and fuck her, one hole or the other. She was kinda young and he would definitely need someplace else to do the dirty deed.\par \tab He occupied her mind with games, managing to keep her quiet and still. The Pen Flasher had little affect on her but after awhile the affects of the Pen worked--just enough to console her and lull her (into a false sense of security.)\par \tab Presently a \ldblquote name\rdblquote was called out over the intercom as well as a store wide announcement to the employees and general public--the description came with the name. Chris stared at the little girl before him, it was her. Mandy.\par \par \tab Mandy rested between Chris\rquote legs, the announcement for the lost little girl came every fifteen minutes. Store security and regular mall security and then public security (i.e. the police) came into the store and began a search as well as in the mall and the adjoining parking lot.\page\tab The clothing racks were searched, clothes pulled apart, folks peeking under; several times Chris clutched the child and hoped like anything the \ldblquote cloaking device\rdblquote would do its job sufficiently.\par \tab It was unreliable, too. Mr. Thomas explained that it drew energy from the surrounding atmosphere, that was about all Chris understood on a scientific level--there was more. It was a compact energy cell that warbled the very air surrounding the person, upsetting it so fast that the person possessing the gadget became \ldblquote unseen.\rdblquote\par \tab Mr. Thomas knew that the government was working on such devices, bigger ones to conceal/cloak whole aircraft, tanks, as well as individual peoples. But society wasn\rquote t quite ready for that, not with such high moral corruption--in the wrong hands the cloaking device would surely destroy the entire planet.\par \tab It was food for thought.\par \tab So Chris waited.\par \tab And waited.\par \tab And waited some more.\par \tab Mandy peed.\par \tab Chris was partially curious and interested in fooling with the child, but also highly concerned for his welfare. And it was getting late. Way late. In another hour it was going to be \ldblquote too\rdblquote late. It was a good half hour ride from the mall to home, and that was going \lquote cross country.\par \tab Of course, then there was Mandy. Did he really intend on keeping her? Could he? Harold wouldn\rquote t care, but what about his dad? Suzie wouldn\rquote t care, she\rquote d love to have a playmate? But then what about Suzie\rquote s friend, Shelly?\par \tab One thing led to another.\par \tab Chris fumed, he should have just pushed Mandy back out into the world to be found, now he was saddled with her. He hated the position he had put himself in, and whiling away time hiding was a bitch, too. And he, and Mandy, were getting hungry.\par \tab The store closed at seven, it was currently six. \par \tab Looking out and about curiously, cautiously, mindfully, Chris saw the Security Suits at the far end of the store in a gaggle. LaFrost was no where to be seen. Could LaFrost have a gadget like the cloaker? Chris agonized, he needed to pee, too. He needed food and a way out.\par \tab Topside on the mezzanine LaFrost was in convo with a janitor.\page\tab After a moment the old black man shuffled on his way, LaFrost leaned on the railing looking out into the store. Chris checked the door to the mall. He could easily abandon Mandy, she would be dead weight anyways and unable to give any clear description of her \ldblquote hiding\rdblquote friend.\par \tab LaFrost didn\rquote t have a clear description of him, either.\par \tab Chris waved to the man.\par \tab LaFrost stared at his gaggling staff, he didn\rquote t look to happy.\par \tab Mandy moved a bit and almost whined out loud as she was getting hungry and sleepy and missing her mommy. Chris still debated absconding away with her. But he would need to bring her before his dad to show his alibi. Mandy was cute enough that maybe the tardy issue wouldn\rquote t be brought up.\par \tab Daringly Chris waved madly with both hands.\par \tab LaFrost continued to lean against the mezzanine railing, folding his arms and watching his staff lingering at the exit door to the outside parking area. At length one of the Staff took note and sheepishly the men broke up their \ldblquote meeting\rdblquote and began dispersing throughout the store once more.\par \tab Chris unzipped and hauled out his cock and began to jack off.\par \tab Still nothing.\par \tab He turned about and bent over--spreading his cheeks.\par \tab Nothing still.\par \tab He faced a young woman coming down the small aisle, his pants and underwear at his ankles, cock semi hard. She looked right at him, RIGHT AT HIM. She didn\rquote t bat an eye.\par \tab He zapped her.\par \tab He had to.\par \tab He pushed himself against her and angled her out of camera sight, he hoped, and pushed her into the mass of clothes. Here he did lower her panties and find solace in between her legs. Just a quickie, just for a quick relief. Her ass was smooth and soft and he enjoyed it, his cock did, too. Up against the cool flesh his cock did linger, it soon demanded either stuff a hole or fuck off.\par \tab The woman\rquote s asshole was available, so in a standing position he nailed her therein. He pumped and pumped, strained and drove as deep as possible. Her hole was not exactly a \ldblquote tight fit\rdblquote but it was suitable. \par \tab He didn\rquote t cum, he tried. He was either empty or his cum juice production plant was on strike. The \ldblquote feeling\rdblquote was still there and that was about all that mattered. \par \par \tab The thing about small town country living, the sidewalks roll up a sundown. There\rquote s other things more important than shopping--well, almost. Baseball, little leaguers, socials, meeting down at the grange hall, church doings, family doings (the regular kind), and so on and so forth like that there. Inside the Cartersville Mall it was like Deadsville. Most of the 25 various stores had already rolled their doors closed, although there still thirty minutes on the clock before actual closing.\par \tab To appease Mandy Chris--still basically invisible, and since clutching Mandy to his body--she, too, was render unseen by all, Chris grabbed some corndogs, fries and a soda. Mandy still sorta kinda wondered about her mother, but Chris and his \ldblquote magic\rdblquote managed nicely to subdue her enough to keep her mind elsewhere.\par \tab Noting the phone kiosk Chris considered placing an earnest call, it was 6:30, he was some two hours late getting home; an hour late was one thing, more than that was just an invitation to troubles.\par \tab It was a bit o\rquote troubles holding Mandy firmly to him while dropping the coins into the slot and phoning home. His dad answered the phone and was already pissed.\par \tab He listened to his son\rquote s explanation and offered to come fetch.\par \tab\ldblquote Okay, corner of Elm and 3\super rd\nosupersub .\rdblquote\par \tab It would be a few minutes, Chris slowly and easily and sly scooted out of the mall and to the corner he had told his dad to pick him up. It would be a bitch to tote his ass back home with Mandy riding with him. There were now third thoughts about keeping the little girl. What was he thinking? \ldblquote I\rquote ve got an \ldblquote attachment\rdblquote with me.\rdblquote Chris had told his dad, his dad understood the unsaid statement. Chris, though, had failed to make mention the \ldblquote age\rdblquote of the \ldblquote attachment.\rdblquote It was one thing to make merry with the likes of Suzie and Shelly, but could the Old Man do such unto the likes of Mandy?\par \tab Chris moved across the vacant parking lot along the lee side of the mall, Mandy on the bike itself, her hand in his. So far as he knew they were both still virtually invisible to sight. No adverse side effects effected him, he was a little dizzy but he attested that to being hungry. The corndogs were okay, but more sustenance was desired.\tab\par \tab A flash, though, did occur halting his progress.\par \tab Chris paused and looked around. The parking lot was virtually empty. Virtually. A non-descript van was parked by a loading dock and security door. Chris popped his neck, Mandy fidgeted some, and Daniel LaFrost exited the building.\par \tab LaFrost carried with him a gym bag. A BIG gym he seemed to be actually lugging. Chris was interested, intrigued, damn curious. Slowly, very damn slowly Chris made his way. \par \tab LaFrost opened the sliding side door and tossed into the van the gym bag. He looked around himself and still didn\rquote t look too happy. He cracked his fingers then closed the door. A flash in Chris gave him possible insight as to what was in the gym bag.\par \tab Ten year old Adam Jones.\par \par \tab Chris slid into the seat; his father giving him a LONG look: \ldblquote What the fuck?\rdblquote on his mind.\par \tab\ldblquote Long story, dad,\rdblquote Chris started to explain, \ldblquote but not right now.\rdblquote he seemed hurried and anxious. He looked off to the empty mall parking lot across the street and observed LaFrost\rquote s van leaving the area.\par \tab\ldblquote Follow that van!\rdblquote Chris said.\par \tab\ldblquote Why?\rdblquote his dad wanted to know.\par \tab Chris gulped, \ldblquote Like I said, dad, it-it\rquote s a long story, I-I\rquote ll explain on our way.\rdblquote\par \tab Carl Mitchell sighed, shook his head and fell in line behind the van.\par \par \tab\ldblquote Not too close!\rdblquote Chris bitched. His dad gave him another look but wisely backed of pursuit, changed lanes and slowed even more. The problem was, though, that soon the road they traveled would lead out of town, opposite of the road to the Mitchell home. Carl would have to fall back behind the van and follow not so close.\par \tab Thankfully there was light traffic. Which of course bothered both Chris and Carl as the van\rquote s driver would surely notice the same van from the streets of downtown Cartersville. The van continued on a steady pace but after topping a long hill, and the Mitchell family truck likewise--the van was gone. There was no other vehicles down the lane.\par \tab\ldblquote He turned off.\rdblquote Carl made mention. He pulled off but kept the engine running. Chris looked around, he wasn\rquote t so familiar with the end area of town. \par \tab Carl was about to make a \ldblquote U\rdblquote turn and boogy back home; when Chris received a \ldblquote flash\rdblquote in his mind. He looked out the front windshield squinting and then out his side of the passenger side window.\page\tab On his son\rquote s insistence Carl moved the truck down the road a bit more, pulling off again and parking in the woods to be somewhat unseen from the road. Chris got out of the truck and paused, closing his eyes and relaxing, not thinking hard just lightly going at it.\par \tab He saw a road. A dirt road. Trees. Boulders. A small clearing. The clearing was not \ldblquote clear\rdblquote , it had--an old trailer, rusting heavy equipment earth movers of different types, and some seatrains.\par \tab The \ldblquote scene\rdblquote in his mind slipped away--leaving Chris with a bit of headache and nosebleed. Carl stepped around carrying Mandy. The sun was sinking low, an owl hooted from somewhere in the forest. The woods were thick on both sides of the road, the area was fairly remote, camping was somewhere, horsetrails meandered somewhere deep within, but there wasn\rquote t much at all that Carl knew of. Edison Lake was twenty miles further, it was the only draw in the area.\par \tab Chris stepped up a small hill nearby, he received no more info, though. Mandy had squatted for another pee; Carl held her panties while she did so. Chris paused a moment, but there was nothing. \lquote Damn.\rquote he said to himself. \par \tab\ldblquote So whattya wanna do?\rdblquote Carl asked coming up behind carrying Mandy.\par \tab Chris shrugged. He had told his dad some of the story so there was some mild interest from the farmer. \ldblquote He had to have turned off, son.\rdblquote Carl told him, \ldblquote We weren\rquote t that far behind and the road here is straight.\rdblquote\par \tab Chris understood that, but where--where had LaFrost turned off?\par \tab Not wanting to give themselves away, in case the man was waiting just inside the woods, Chris and his dad, with Mandy, too, eased into the woods and slinked about. \par \par \tab A dirt road they did come to. It was ill used but Carl noted evidence of recent use, very recent. The road was hard to see from the road. He made some scout marks to keep them true and returned to the forest, keeping the road in sight.\par \tab Half a mile later they came unto a clearing, large bulldozers were here, a great earthmover, and other assorted heavy equipment. Though they appeared to be rusting away Carl noted that they were capable of life.\par \tab The van of Daniel LaFrost was present, too, it\rquote s side door opened.\par \tab No light on in the trailer parked by a large dirt mound.\page\tab There WAS a light from a slight incline as if something akin to an underground garage (or living quarters.) The thing was, though, they would have to leave the sanctity of the woods to cross the open area to reach the area in question.\par \tab It would be difficult even from a passing aircraft above to see into the clearing, the trees gave it great seclusion. And nightfall was coming on quick. \par \tab They made for one of the three seatrains, they were closed if not rusted shut but got them a little closer to their destination. They waited a moment and then a moment longer before dashing right to the berm area of where it appeared a seatrain had been pushed to be buried.\par \tab It was not a snug fit, there was space all around.\par \tab Light was on one side.\par \tab Building materials were scattered all about that gave the makings of creating a major garage door. Chris and his dad (with Mandy, still) scurried to a debris pile and then down the slope to the seatrain.\par \tab Chris held fast, thinking.\par \tab His dad was aware of the Pen Flasher and its abilities, not so aware of the other associative gadget. Invisibility was a hard concept to fathom if not believe. And it was not without its problems or vulnerabilities. \par \tab No noises of any sort or kind were heard.\par \tab All was quiet save for the hoot owl in the woods beyond.\par \tab It was getting a little cooler, too.\par \tab Chris whispered to his dad to hold onto him, thereafter they carefully-carefully/stealthfully crept to the long side of the buried seatrain. Outside chairs were present, outdoor lights embedded into the earth, a generator, propane tanks, entrenching tools, a garbage can, and other assorted \ldblquote camping\rdblquote stuff scattered about in a so-so manner.\par \tab A handmade \ldblquote door\rdblquote was in the side of the seatrain, it was opened.\par \tab A heavy black chain curtain was just inside.\par \tab Carl held back, holding his son, too. This was getting a little dangerous. Chris agreed. But his curiosity was beyond compromise.\par \tab There was sudden movement from within. Someone was sniveling.\par \tab\ldblquote MOVE!\rdblquote came a shout, LaFrost\rquote s voice loud and clear.\par \tab He seemed to move right across their path as they still remained just outside the cargo container. Carl was curious, sure, but not stupid. He wanted to go and wanted Chris to \ldblquote go\rdblquote , too.\page\tab Chris wanted to know what was going on. Someone like LaFrost could be a great asset, an alley. Mostly, though, it was just damned curiosity. Bringing his father along was sort of a drag, he would have preferred to be on his own--but by the speed of the van in conjunction to Chris\rquote bike--no contest and he would have never even gotten this far before saying, \ldblquote Fuck it!\rdblquote and peddled home.\par \tab\ldblquote We\rquote ve come this far!\rdblquote he wailed.\par \tab Carl was more sensible and shifted Mandy to his other hip.\par \tab\ldblquote You don\rquote t know what you\rquote re getting into!\rdblquote he returned.\par \tab Suddenly there was a familiar sound to the both of them.\par \tab A swat. A loud resounding swat.\par \tab Their interests were piqued and as stealthily as possible they did so steal into the seatrain.\par \par ****\par \par \tab There seemed to be \ldblquote rooms\rdblquote in the large metal container, more to the point--dungeon cells. Most had bars or heavy black chain curtains serving as doors. Peeking cautiously and curiously into one. A boy about 12 or so was butt bare ass naked tied securely via restraints to wrists and ankles to an inverted chair. The back of his legs, thighs, and especially his ass was redder than a vine ripened tomato.\par \tab The boy was not alone, a naked man holding a riding croup stood with a massive erection. He seemed a little dazed, glassy-eyed. He was hairless, too--from head to toe, no hair whatsoever.\par \tab The riding croup was dropped and the hairless man stepped up, parted the boy\rquote s cheeks (who was still alive and thrashing about some) and promptly entered him and began a steady bout of sodomy.\par \tab In another room, same side, a teenage girl was strapped down to a bare mattress while a woman with long flowing red hair sat on her face, working an electrified dildo into the young girl\rquote s poon.\par \tab Continuing on, they came to a large room that was very dimly illuminated. It was a room larger than the previous, actually encompassing the dimensions of the previous dungeon cells without the dividing wall.\par \tab There was no door, it was open save for the same type of heavy black chain curtain; there were two of them here, though, concealing the \ldblquote split\rdblquote in the middle. There was something going on within and Chris wanted to know what. His dad, however, wanted to leave.\page\tab It wasn\rquote t easy, it was painstaking, it was meticulous work to find a manner of which to sneak into the large dim lit room. It was cool, but there was no air movement. There was a bit of a funky smell, an odor, lingering in the still air. Noises of spankings, gruntings, cryings, and other assorted human-like wailings could be heard--but none of those noises were from the great room.\par \tab After their eyes adjusted they could see a bit better; the lighting, too, had been upgraded. This allowed the Mitchell family (plus one) could see a man sitting in a chair. It was a simple wooden chair, stoutly constructed and braced against a steel wall. The man appeared to be secured to the wall; he was balding and possibly in his early to mid 50s. He had a bit of a beard and seemed to be a professional, an office worker of some type rather than hard labor.\par \tab He was clothed.\par \tab There was someone else in the room, too. A young girl. She was dark haired and sniveling some. She appeared to be about 10ish (but was actually 12, just ultra slender and easily passed for ten.) Long dark hair, slight Italian features, short pink & white stripped pants to the knees, a blue denim sleeveless top. She didn\rquote t have much in the titty department. She seemed unrestrained--as was actually the man who stood up when out of the gloom of darkness to one side came a figure. LaFrost!\par \par \tab LaFrost was in a dark cloak that concealed his body. He had in his hand a 16 inch long wand (security wand type), the black box was not seen but that didn\rquote t mean that it wasn\rquote t there.\par \tab\ldblquote Stand up!\rdblquote spoke LaFrost upon his entrance.\par \tab\ldblquote You will do as you are told--or face the consequence!\rdblquote There was movement from LaFrost--his hand inside a pocket doing something. Instantly the middle aged man fell to the floor freaking out, grabbing at something around his throat and attempting to call out.\par \tab The young girl made a dash to his rescue but she then fell to the floor and did likewise.\par \tab LaFrost pulled out of a cloak pocket a small handheld device. It had some buttons on it. He depressed one and the two on the floor stopped freaking out. They panted and took moments to regain their composure, thankful that it was over. For now.\par \tab The point was made, \ldblquote Do as you are told, DON\rquote T PISS ME OFF!\rdblquote\par \tab The man nodded, the girl nodded.\page\tab\ldblquote Good.\rdblquote then, \ldblquote The sooner you comply with my wishes, the sooner you can leave.\rdblquote\par \tab As the man and girl stood up Chris so noted a collar about their necks. Any information further to be gleaned would have to be from an up close and personal viewing--and that just wasn\rquote t gonna happen just yet.\par \tab The girl was pushed back to just where the light met the darkness, ten feet from where the man struggled to stand.\par \tab\ldblquote You son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote bitched the man.\par \tab\ldblquote Yes, I know.\rdblquote smiled and nodded LaFrost. Then, \ldblquote Take off your clothes.\rdblquote\par \tab To wit the man, \ldblquote John\rdblquote gave a surprised look and a head shake in the negative. \ldblquote No way!\rdblquote he proclaimed. Not in front of his granddaughter, \ldblquote Jolene.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote That\rquote s too bad.\rdblquote replied LaFrost, he smiled not but only glared at the defiant grandfather, then depressed a button on his handheld device similar to a garage door opener. \par \tab John did not wallow on the floor this time, only his precious granddaughter. She screamed until she couldn\rquote t scream no more.\par \tab\ldblquote Ok-ok!\rdblquote yelled John. He made a drastic charge to the cloaked demon, but was struck down by the same manner as Jolene as well as \ldblquote touched\rdblquote by the wand. The wand administered loads of electrical power that caused the man to convulse and wriggle his whole body.\par \tab LaFrost released him and knelt before him, \ldblquote Do that again, friend,\rdblquote he breathed sullenly, \ldblquote and I\rquote ll give the same treatment to her!\rdblquote then, \ldblquote Do you fucking understand me?\rdblquote\par \tab John nodded his head, convulsed, and vomited.\par \par \tab Slowly, still reeling from the effects of the electrical torture, the 50-something year old man stood and stripped off his clothing--down to his boxers anyways. His granddaughter tried not to look but was told to do so by the cloaked one.\par \tab A long stare from LaFrost prompted John to complete the insane task, sliding his green stripped boxers down to his ankles and then standing up straight, hands to his side.\par \tab\ldblquote Sit down.\rdblquote said LaFrost.\par \tab John peeked back to see where the chair was and sat. He closed his knees and waited to see if that was okay--so far it was. Attention then was taken to the girl, \ldblquote Take off YOU\rquote RE clothes.\rdblquote\page\tab To wit the young girl very nearly received the same torture as had her grandpa. She wailed and cringed, crossed her legs and begged. John pleaded with her to do as the \ldblquote son-of-a-bitch\rdblquote says. No reaction from LaFrost, the girl calmed herself some. Chris wondered to himself should he intervene--and to whom? John, the granddaughter, LaFrost?\par \tab Jolene slipped off her top, squeezed her eyes tight and unhitched her britches. Slowly they were tugged down, the girl stooping over, cringing and crying some. Chris moved his head, got a little dizzy, and took notice of a red light, a very small-small minute light in a dark recess of the room.\par \tab He concentrated, focused, and got a nosebleed but determined that the light was an indicator light--from a video system. There were others in the room, too--on the ceiling and \ldblquote corners.\rdblquote\par \tab The floor was steel, but layered with mixmatched pieces of rugs and carpets. No noises there was, no air movement, just silent crying. Jolene stood in her pink kiddie panties. She looked almost frail but wasn\rquote t, just a skinny kid. She had a halter posing as a trainer for the two lumps on her chest. Due to the dim light, seeing exactness of body features was a no-go.\par \tab A moment lingered listlessly before a long cold hard stare from the Cloaked One prompted Jolene to lower her panties, too. She trembled as she did so, blinking her eyes and sniveling.\par \tab\ldblquote Excellent!\rdblquote proclaimed LaFrost. \ldblquote Now, come sit on your grandfather\rquote s lap!\rdblquote sitting on her grandfather\rquote s lap was okay, but when they were clothed. Doing so while they were both naked was out of the question.\par \tab The sound of the electrical wand and the showing of the other pain inflictor changed their mind with John reaching out for his distraught granddaughter, \ldblquote Come on, come on.\rdblquote he said to her.\par \tab Semi-reluctantly Jolene approached her nude grandfather. His legs remained closed, Jolene concealing her own nudity with her hands before her. She had to pass by in close proximity to the Cloaked One, as she did so she tried to hurry her steps and bring her hands behind her as most children do when they are going to get spanked. But the quickness of the demon was too fast and he brought the wand to her bare ass. \par \tab Jolene jolted, screamed and raced to the loving protective arms of her grandpa. He consoled then glared to their captor. No reaction from him, though. He \ldblquote allowed\rdblquote the consoling, for a moment or two, then continued.\par \tab\ldblquote Sit on his lap.\rdblquote LaFrost said (again).\par \tab Timidly the naked Jolene did so.\par \tab Their captor smiled shaking his head, \ldblquote No,\rdblquote wavering his finger, \ldblquote straddle him.\rdblquote which meant his legs about his waist.\page\tab Slowly Jolene complied, no longer crying or carrying on, just light sniveling. Her grandpa was frightened and pissed off. He helped his granddaughter position herself on his lap, her long tan legs about his waist as he sat on the armless wooden chair.\par \tab LaFrost nodded his head and said, \ldblquote Good, continue doing so (the consoling) cup her butt while you\rquote re at it.\rdblquote\par \tab Cupping a young person\rquote s butt while clothed was one thing, and generally due to the paranoia of the general masses it wasn\rquote t done that much at all lest one be investigated for molesting said child. But cupping a young person\rquote s butt while naked!\par \tab And it didn\rquote t take long before something began to happen.\par \tab John fidgeted, gulped, and began to sweat--his hands caressing Jolene\rquote s lovely young ass. \ldblquote Keep it up.\rdblquote minded the Cloaked One. John did so but lo he did not want to.\par \tab\ldblquote Work your fingers in her crack.\rdblquote\par \tab The statement was a harsh one, John\rquote s eyes bulged and his mouth dropped. \ldblquote You son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote he called out.\par \tab\ldblquote Yes, yes, you\rquote ve made that clear now.\rdblquote smirked LaFrost.\par \tab Fearing the man\rquote s wrath John cupped a little more of his trembling granddaughter\rquote s ass, his fingers probing the child\rquote s crack. Jolene trembled more and more, clutching her grandpa tightly as she was fondled extraordinarily so.\par \tab This only prompted the problem. John\rquote s problem.\par \tab\ldblquote Sit up, sit back.\rdblquote came the command from the Cloaked One.\par \tab And, \ldblquote Sit back.\rdblquote to Jolene.\par \tab The two complied.\par \tab A moment was left lingering, but there it was--John\rquote s johnny, standing up proud and ready. \par \tab\ldblquote Sweetie,\rdblquote said LaFrost, obviously speaking to Jolene, \ldblquote take your grandpa\rquote s cock and please him.\rdblquote\par \tab John very nearly came off of the chair and Jolene freaked out on his lap. The horror of the deed was beyond belief. The Cloaked One was serious and stared the two down. John gulped, Jolene shook and was greatly fearful.\par \tab John had to continue cupping Jolene\rquote s ass, lightly fingering her asshole. Jolene gulped and almost broke into a flurry of tears, but under cooing from her grandpa, she gripped the mighty manly cock and squeezed it with her hand.\page\tab John seemed to try and think of something else, to occupy his mind with something more than having his cock squeezed by his lovely young granddaughter.\par \tab He wasn\rquote t having much luck.\par \tab Then it went a step more.\par \tab\ldblquote Rub it up against her pussy.\rdblquote came the horrid command.\par \tab John very nearly risked being electrocuted, tortured via; he couldn\rquote t, he just couldn\rquote t comply with taking his hard cock against his granddaughter\rquote s virgin pussy. He shuddered and shook all over in defiance.\par \tab But not wanting his granddaughter to suffer physically he clenched himself and pressed the bulbous tip of his prick against Jolene\rquote s tender slit. His eyes fluttered, he sweated all over and battle within himself for the hellish deed. He was angered at being forced into such a heinous ordeal. Try as he might he couldn\rquote t squelch his hard cock; the situation was horrid and beyond belief, the nakedness of his granddaughter on his lap overpowered his moralistic mind. Regardless of age, regardless of relationship, the presence of a nude body provoked the hardness of his manhood.\par \tab\ldblquote Cum on her pussy!\rdblquote came the next horrendous command.\par \tab John about lost it. And though lo Jolene was too young to know exactly too much about sex and all that was connected with it--she understood just by nature what \ldblquote cum\rdblquote meant--AND what \ldblquote cum on her pussy\rdblquote meant.\par \tab She stopped jerking her grandpa\rquote s cock, she squeezed and was horrified into awe.\par \tab\ldblquote Cum on her pussy and you will be one step closer to being free.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote You son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote John called.\par \tab\ldblquote Yes-yes,\rdblquote grumbled LaFrost, \ldblquote you\rquote ve made it abundantly clear now, that\rquote s enough.\rdblquote and to make the point the gave John a little \ldblquote shock.\rdblquote\par \tab After recovery, Jolene once more had to stroke-grip her grandpa\rquote s cock while he fondled her ass and lightly fingered her asshole. He had to look down to her handiwork and stare at her little pussy that was just beginning to be layered in peach fuzz. A finger of John\rquote s was commissioned to go up and down the girl\rquote s pussy--further enticing his cock to become quite strong.\page\tab The command to \ldblquote cum on her pussy\rdblquote was repeated. Jolene did her best, clenching his cock and jacking him like she knew how--but she didn\rquote t. She had natural technique and that was something.\tab John had to lean back, Jolene leaned back and John took over cumming off, spilling his seed onto his lovely granddaughter\rquote s cunt.\par \tab When all the cum had come there was the task of rubbing the cock head in the spilled splooge, gliding up and down Jolene\rquote s entrance. John waited, staring down at Jolene\rquote s cunt and the mess. Waiting.\par \tab He didn\rquote t have to wait long.\par \tab\ldblquote Stand up.\rdblquote said the Cloaked One, indicating to Jolene.\par \tab Trembling, sniveling, her young mind totally bombastically frapped.\par \tab\ldblquote Turn around.\rdblquote \par \tab Jolene complied.\par \tab John set back some, continuing to massage his organ, very much distressed over the entire incident. But there was more. Much more. So much more.\par \tab The command from the established Son-of-a-Bitch came, again still for Jolene. She bent over, one hand spreading her ass while the other supported her on her knee.\par \tab John eyeballed her asshole.\par \tab He gulped and his cock \ldblquote surged.\rdblquote\par \tab He shook his head. There were a couple of possibles he faced. He desired neither one.\par \tab\ldblquote Lick it, stick it, fuck it.\rdblquote came his command. But it was options, he could lick Jolene\rquote s asshole with his tongue, stick it with his finger, or simply FUCK it with his dick.\par \tab\ldblquote If you don\rquote t do any--\rdblquote said LaFrost, he produced from the folds of his grayish cloak a sleek black object--it was perhaps 8-10 inches in length with a three inch diameter. John got the point, if he himself didn\rquote t lick, stick, or fuck it--then the tormenting SOB was gonna cram the sleek cylinder dildo up Jolene\rquote s virgin asshole.\par \tab To further instill promptness in carrying out commands given, the Cloaked One revealed another aspect to the new presenting object, it shimmered, shook, vibrated, and a bluish arch wavered over the entire thing. It was electrified.\par \tab John went to his knees and sized up Jolene\rquote s hole for a second or two, gulped, shook his head and then applied tongue--he felt that it was the least insidious of the three choices.\page\tab After several minutes of good anal jobbing, Jolene was commanded to go sit where she had been earlier. John to sit back in his chair (legs open). His cock was mighty hard, mighty hard. John began to make quotes from the Bible, cursings, damnations, and callings to God.\par \tab None of this worried LaFrost. He let John ramble on, he had Jolene sit on the floor, legs open, back against a wall, and finger herself. She was asked if she knew how, how to masturbate.\par \tab She nodded that she did.\par \tab LaFrost\rquote s interest was held and he focused on the young distraught girl. \ldblquote How old were you when you first started fingering yourself?\rdblquote\par \tab Jolene couldn\rquote t remember. Her fingers wildly complied with the earlier command--to finger herself, but to answer questions under the circumstances was impossible.\par \tab\ldblquote Have you\rquote ve been naughty with a boy?\rdblquote\par \tab Jolene lost all color in her young face. She stopped masturbating, too. She blinked and stared, mouth open.\par \tab\ldblquote Leave her alone!\rdblquote shouted John and he jumped up quick like lunging at LaFrost.\par \tab LaFrost backhanded him with the electric flat wand. It was charged and sent John sprawling, crashing into the chair and wall. He lay trembling on the floor a moment trying to recover quickly. The SOB walked over and touched him with the wand then activated the Pain Inducer.\par \par \tab His fingers clutched at the neck collar about his neck, it was too strong and he could not remove it.\par \tab\ldblquote Do that again, friend,\rdblquote cautioned LaFrost kneeling down before the flustered 56 year old naked man withering on the floor, \ldblquote and I\rquote ll zap your little honey--THEN, cram this (indicating the enormous sleek black electrifying dildo) up her cunt!\rdblquote and he was serious.\par \tab John nodded. There would be no more \ldblquote attacks.\rdblquote\par \tab\par *****\par \par \tab There was something odd about LaFrost (no kidding!) Chris debated with himself whether to make introductions, someplace else--like in a public setting not someplace remote like the buried/conceal seatrain. LaFrost had potential, but there was a dangerous side to the man; unlike Mr. Thomas. Though Thomas seemed cordial enough, he had a dark side to him, too; but not to the degree (or so far as Chris was aware) that LaFrost was.\par \tab Those spied on in Olde Town Cartersville were okay, not dangerous or quirky, enjoying fooling around and being happy in their sexually immoral environment.\par \tab Daniel LaFrost\rquote s environment was something else.\par \tab Young Jolene frigged her young pussy, confessing that she had done so since age ten, she had finally fessed up to the question from the Cloaked One, \ldblquote Have you been naughty with boys?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote A little.\rdblquote she said on trembling lips.\par \tab\ldblquote To what degree?\rdblquote he asked.\par \tab Jolene didn\rquote t understand that.\par \tab\ldblquote What have you done that was naughty, with the boys?\rdblquote\par \tab She held back a moment, gulped, sweated, paused fingering her cum laden snatch and began to weep. She bit her lip and really didn\rquote t want to confess, especially with her grandfather present.\par \tab But the situation was one of compliance--comply or suffer.\par \tab\ldblquote Darrel Chesser--\rdblquote she said still on trembling lips, \ldblquote and Gary Wayne.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote And?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote And--and we sometimes do stuff.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Stuff? Explain?\rdblquote\par \tab Jolene pursed her lips together gulped and stared at the end of her feet, she looked up to the ceiling and at last blurted, \ldblquote we sometimes go swimming without our clothes on!\rdblquote\par \tab She wept and was in tears at the confession.\par \tab\ldblquote Hmmmm, anything \ldblquote else\rdblquote happen while swimming naked? Any other BOYS involved, girls?\rdblquote\par \tab Poor Jolene wasn\rquote t having an easy time. It further prompted Chris to debate with himself as to whether he should help her out, calm her and allow her to confess without the emotional side effects.\par \tab\ldblquote We-we sometimes touch each other, sometimes.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Oh?\rdblquote LaFrost was highly intrigued, his full attention was on the young confessing girl. John sat unemotional on the floor against the steel wall, it wasn\rquote t clear if he was hearing his granddaughter\rquote s confession or still wracked with pains from the previous incursion.\par \tab Jolene confessed to touching the boys\rquote pee-pees, stroking them and clutching their hairless testicle sacks. The boys in turn \ldblquote touched\rdblquote her, their fingers up against her most holy of holies. They all touched one anothers butt and watched how they peed. The boys masturbated in front of her and Jolene showed the boys how she did so.\page\tab No sucking or penetrations.\par \tab No anal stuff, not even viewing.\par \tab No rough stuff, no sex, nothing more than simple kid stuff.\par \tab No other girls involved, either.\par \tab LaFrost\rquote s curiosity was satiated, he returned his attention to John.\par \tab John waited, he seemed to be a little out of it. His head lolled, his eyes semi-glazed over, his cock ultra soft. He seemed to be babbling. LaFrost approached and knelt down. Nothing was said. The quick lightning reflexes of John Hursh was amazing--catching not only LaFrost off guard but the unseen spies, too.\par \tab Unfortunately John lacked sufficient strength to complete the task of overpowering his tormentor. And his nut sack took the brunt of the reply. LaFrost had been grappled to the floor and the two were locked in a deadly combat posture. For about two minutes. Then a hard knee made contact with John\rquote s exposed and very vulnerable testes.\par \tab Another connection and John lost the will to fight.\par \tab The electric wand also played its hand. John wallowed on the floor and LaFrost scrambled to regain his stance of domination.\par \tab\ldblquote That was very foolish!\rdblquote LaFrost warned. He breathed hard and it seemed though the assault was quick it had had some damaging effects on the SOB. He popped his neck and his hands disappeared inside the folds of his cloak.\par \tab\ldblquote Very foolish.\rdblquote he said and stepped into the darkness of the shadows.\par \tab Chris and his father thought that this would be a good fucking time to scat. Little Mandy had gone to sleep, she had made a \ldblquote puddle\rdblquote on the floor and was sound to sleep.\par \tab The two were about to make a hasty retreat when LaFrost made a reappearance. He was not alone. The nude woman and man from the adjoining \ldblquote cells\rdblquote came with. The woman was now clad in dominatrix attire, black leather with steel studs, her ass, crotch, and 38Cs were exposed. She was a red head and had her hair tight in a long butt length braided pony tail.\par \tab No shoes, no jewelry; no tattoos or blemishes. She was like a perfectly sculpted body. She moved to John and easily manhandled him to a standing position. The electrical charge from LaFrost had been an intense one and it left John totally drained. The woman pressed her body against John, pressing him against the steel wall. Then his hands were shackled above his head.\par \tab His ankles were spread out and shackled as well, all attached to the wall. \ldblquote You were warned.\rdblquote said LaFrost.\par \tab John came awake when he saw the 2\super nd\nosupersub man moving to Jolene.\par \tab\ldblquote NO!\rdblquote he screamed out.\par \tab The woman brought her steel leather studded knee to John\rquote s balls.\par \tab John wrestled on the shackles and lost all color.\par \tab Jolene screamed and was grabbled with harshly and brought before LaFrost. He stood looking down to her and moved the folds of his cloak--to expose his 7-inch cock! He stroked it lovingly, smiling--gleaming down to the little one.\par \tab\ldblquote Suck me.\rdblquote he commanded.\par \tab Jolene choked and shook her head, her eyes full of horror and fright.\par \tab Her attention was directed to her grandfather who rattled his shackles as the \ldblquote mistress\rdblquote pummeled his balls (again) and then racked a black glove down his chest. It was an electrified glove and John was having about all he could take of the electrical torture.\par \tab Jolene gulped, wailed and opened her lips.\par \tab The man holding her secure held her hair tight as well as her hands behind her pretty little head. He was nude, save for black leather shorts, only exposing his private area and ass cheeks. A strange leather vest he wore, it was zippered in the front but \ldblquote ripped\rdblquote along the sides. And like the mistress, he wore no jewelry or any other sort of ornaments.\par \tab LaFrost made no movements, it was Jolene who had to ultimately comply. It took her several moments of lingering, bawling, sniveling and all sorts of manners as such before her young lips touched the knob of LaFrost.\par \tab Chris curiously wondered where the boy and little girl were, Charlene and Adam? Had they been killed and their bodies dumped, or were they in the \ldblquote dungeon\rdblquote somewhere?\par \tab Jolene sucked on the head of her tormentor, still crying. The second demonic man began pushing her head down on the elongated schlong, working her head back and forth until most of it was indeed inside her.\par \tab\ldblquote Bring me her hands.\rdblquote LaFrost said, he moved the cloak about to whereas it revealed his nude body. Jolene had the deplorable task of rubbing her hands onto the man\rquote s naked ass. LaFrost then began seriously working himself into the girl\rquote s mouth.\par \tab Chris had his own pud out, lightly stroking. Sure the situation was insane and possibly out of control, but there was the sexual stimulation content, too. And he noticed that his dad had HIS cock out, rubbing it up between the sleeping Mandy\rquote s pussy.\page\tab When to the point of which young Jolene was seriously choking and gagging on the seven inch cock in her mouth, the Spawn of Satan pulled out and fucked the girl\rquote s face. Her grandfather agonized and no longer reacted to the electrical glove from the mistress.\par \tab Jolene\rquote s torment was just to begin.\par \tab The second man flipped the girl about so as she was locked under his arms. She kicked and wailed anticipating abuse to her ass. She tried flailing with her arms and finally latched onto the second man\rquote s bare ass flesh. He screamed out in some pain, but found pleasure in the deed as well.\par \tab He held her tighter and LaFrost made rough anal penetration.\par \tab Jolene\rquote s grandfather hung his head and wept.\par \tab LaFrost plunged his seven inch rod in as far as it would go, pumped vigorously then pulled out to spank the girl\rquote s ass. He reinserted and pumped madly for several seconds if not a long enduring minute. He withdrew and stood a moment not doing anything.\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck her.\rdblquote he said at last. The man holding Jolene securely smiled and nodded. \ldblquote Yes, Master,\rdblquote he said in a strange gothic voice, \ldblquote by your command.\rdblquote\par \tab The mistress waltzed over and took over holding the child securely, by now most of the fight was out of her and she was as limp as a dish rag. The Lackey paid no attention to his bleeding wound on his ass cheek. He came about to the girl\rquote s bleeding asshole and sized it up. He stood and stroked his own schlong--which was a peculiar one that was now seen better than it had before. It looked like a dick, it was hard and straight--but actually resembled something like one of those sleek dildos. It was an off-white color and then Chris saw a bluish arch going up and down the seven inch member. He shook his head in disbelief and wacthed as the \ldblquote cock\rdblquote then was plunged into the child anus.\par \par \tab She lay in a crumbled heap on the floor after several enduring moments of sodomy. The man pulled out and spanked her ass and stroked the cock was indeed a fake cock. (This was discovered as the Mistress removed the cock and slipped it into her cunny. The man\rquote s own biological cock was a dinky thing, it was hard and no more than four inches!)\par \tab LaFrost, the obvious Spawn of Satan, stepped over to the \ldblquote heap.\rdblquote is cock was still rigid, very rigid. It gave cause for Chris to wonder if it was real or fake or what. The man angled his cock and then stared at the wall a moment, seconds later and he began to pee, showering the nude lifeless body before him.\par \tab Jolene was not dead, however, Chris wasn\rquote t into that sort, that was going a bit too far. The Mistress and Lackey picked the child up and held her bent over. The Lackey patted her ass and LaFrost again disappeared into the darkness.\par \tab There was more of the floorshow and beings as how so much of it had been observed so far, no use bugging out--Chris and his dad continued to stay put; Carl having ejaculated onto Mandy\rquote s little pussy.\par \tab LaFrost returned with a partially clad 14 year old girl.\par \tab She was in panties and a halter, dark hair all messed up, some \ldblquote red marks\rdblquote on her shoulders. She looked scared and frightened. Short cropped dark hair, small hand sized breasts, and for fourteen she was kinda tall. She was escorted to John.\par \tab Seeing John shackled as he was caused the young teen to convulse some. She had yet to see the crumbled heap of flesh behind her. The cloak of LaFrost no longer concealed his cock. And Chris, after seeing the second man\rquote s cock assemblage wandered if it were real. \par \tab\ldblquote You may continue.\rdblquote said LaFrost.\par \tab The girl shook and looked nervously about. John languished in his shackles but came around enough to see the teen. He could not see his granddaughter and possibly thought that she was ultimately dead. He weeped some, he was broken.\par \tab The teenage captive, Amber Vinteneur, slowly slid her panties down.\par \tab She was horrified and didn\rquote t quite comprehend fully just what was going on. She stepped out of the yellow stripped bikini undies and stood up. Her top was still on, just a halter.\par \tab\ldblquote Suck him.\rdblquote the cold mono voice of the Cloaked One said.\par \tab The girl balked some, but she nodded her head. Her eyes darted about but she dared not look behind her or be too curious about her surroundings. She knelt down and stared at John\rquote s languishing willy.\par \tab Her face then screwed up and she lost control, \ldblquote Why are you doing this?\rdblquote she bellowed.\par \tab Then, from LaFrost, \ldblquote Because I can.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Who are you?\rdblquote inquired the tormented John.\par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote re worst nightmare, John.\rdblquote said the Spawn of Satan, the first time--that Chris was aware of, that \ldblquote John\rdblquote had been addressed.\par \tab\ldblquote It\rquote s been a long time, John,\rdblquote LaFrost continued, \ldblquote I\rquote m not surprised you don\rquote t remember me. But I remember you.\rdblquote ah, then this was about revenge. A little over done, doncha think?\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }