Date: Fri, 6 Apr 2001 22:03:29 -0600
From: Richard Phelps <dickie.6845@worldnet.att.net>
Subject: Nasty Games: Billy's Return to Dreamland

Author's note: What you are about to read is a true story. It is based in
fiction. It is about fictional people in a fictional place doing fictional
things during a fictional time. But it truly is a story.

Dickie

Note to the Readers: Nasty Games was never intended to be an ongoing
story. But because of the readers' input and desire to read more about
Billy and his adventures, it has grown. The Chapters were never numbered
because I had no idea it would go on like this. So here is the sequence in
which to read the whole story (this is mostly for the new readers).

Nasty Games

Nasty Games: Billy's Tail

Nasty Games: Billy Spends the Night

Nasty Games: Billy gets sent to the Principal

Nasty Games: Billy's Boo Boo

Nasty Games: Billy's New Family

I hope the e-mail that has inspired this on going story continues. It has
been the encouragement of the 'Billy Fans' that has kept me writing and off
the streets hunting for children. I would like to thank everyone for their
correspondence and support and I would like to encourage others to add
their requests and insights to help me better entertain.

Dickie



Nasty Games:

Billy's Return to Dreamland

By: Dickie

Little Billy sat next to the tombstone in the old dark graveyard wearing
just his 'Doctor Denton' one-piece pajamas with the flap in the back seat
and foot coverings; his black teddy bear named Mickey clutched tightly to
his chest. Looking up at the darkened sky he watched as the storm clouds
rolled on by. A flash of light caught his attention; no sooner had Billy
turned his head towards the light there came a horrific clash of thunder,
causing the boy to scream in fear and bury his face into his teddy
bear. Billy was beginning to recall this place from last night; this was
where his nightmare began. The little eight-year old boy turned around and
crawled on his hands and shaking knees to peek around the corner of the
tombstone; there he saw the dark and spooky abandon asylum towering over
the cemetery. He was startled for a moment when he felt something move
under him, looking down Billy saw that his little teddy bear was also on
all fours looking around the corner of the tombstone. His little heart was
pounding as he began to remember what he had seen and what had happened to
him last night at the hands of the mean people inside of there. Quickly
sitting back down and hiding behind the safety of the tombstone he looked
around the cemetery; Mickey was doing the same thing as Billy; they could
see that the cemetery was fenced in by a four or five-foot tall
stonewall. The only ways to get out were through a black iron-gate and that
lead to the courtyard of the asylum or to climb over the far wall.

Picking Mickey up, Billy hugged the stuffed teddy bear closer to his chest
Billy made a mad dash to the far side of the cemetery away from the asylum,
ducking behind tombstones periodically looking behind himself to see if
anybody was giving chase. Listening for any noise that may tell him that
someone had seen him; Billy could only hear the sounds of the wind blowing
through the dead trees and leaves that lined the cemetery. The ground was
cold and damp, covered with a layer of mud and dead grass; everything
around him was dead.

"We got'ta get out of here Mickey!" Billy whispered in desperation, he was
shaking out of fear more than the cold air that blew around him, after
another lighting bolt and clash of thunder he began to muster his courage
again. Mickey's small stuffed arm pointed towards the stonewall at the far
end of the cemetery, indicating the way he wanted Billy to run. Feeling
that the coast was still clear Billy made his way to the stonewall and
there the small boy reached up with his free hand to grip the top of the
wet and slick wall to climb out. He had to stand on his tiptoes to reach it
but then he wasn't strong enough to pull himself out with only one hand. To
free up his other hand Billy place Mickey's ear in his mouth and bit down
to hold onto his teddy bear, and with both hands he pulled. But the stuffed
doll was still in his way; in an act of desperation Billy pushed his teddy
bear up to the top of the wall, where Mickey pulled himself up and then
turned around to help his young master. With both hands now freed Billy
jumped up and grabbed the wall and pulled himself almost all the way
up. With Mickey pulling on the boy's arm to help him, but as Billy brought
one of his legs up he accidentally knock Mickey off the wall and the small
doll fell over to the other side, with his stuffed little arms waving about
as he fell, never making a sound.

When Billy made it to the top of the wall he laid on his belly hugging the
cold wet stone, he then looked over for Mickey and saw the little bear
standing back up in a big pile of leaves, dusting his fur off. Billy
quickly rolled over and began to let himself down the other side of the
wall, but he lost his grip on the slick stones and fell backwards just as
Mickey was looking up to see where his master was.

The little eight-year old boy fell onto his backside into the pile of dead
leaves. Quickly sitting up the little boy started to look around for his
teddy bear. "Mickey!" He whispered loudly for his small friend. "Where are
you?" He was afraid that his little buddy had run off and left him there
all alone.

Billy could barely hear a muffled sound, and then he felt something moving
under his bottom. Looking down between his legs, Billy could see two little
furry legs kicking about. Quickly the small boy jumped and spun around to
see Mickey sit up right, his stuffed little snout was pressed down against
its face. Mickey brought up both of his paws and began to brush off his
face and stretch out his smashed nose.

"Sorry." Billy squeaked.

Dropping his stuffed arms to his side Mickey looked back up at his young
master and gave the boy a disapproving glare as he puffed out a dead leaf
from his mouth.

A bright light and another explosion of thunder startled both of
them. Billy reached out for Mickey's paw and jerked the doll up off the
ground as Billy took off running with Mickey in tow down the hill and away
from the asylum.

At the foot of the stairs that led up to the front door of the asylum sat a
small ten-year old boy named Jimmy. He wore only a long tee shirt that was
too big for him; his short cut blonde hair was neatly comb and in his hand
was a small rubber ball. Every once in a while he would toss the ball into
the doorway of the asylum and then in a matter of just a second it would
come bouncing back to him. Every time the ball would come back he could
hear the familiar buzzing sound of the monster that hid in the shadows of
the foyer just inside the doorway. The monster was a hideous thing, a body
of an over sized hornet that must have been at least four feet in length
and a deformed face of a man. It would guard the inside of the doorway and
trap anyone who would enter the building, causing the victim to suffer a
long night of nightmares at the hands of the lost souls that dwelled
inside.

Years ago, when Jimmy first came to this place in his dreams, the monster
had caught him inside and mauled the small boy. Jimmy knew that the
monster, known as Mr. Boogie to all those cursed to spend their sleeping
hours here, could not leave the interior of the building. So Jimmy would
spend some of his nighttime tossing a ball to Mr. Boogie, sort of like play
with death, while he waited for one of his other friends to show up and
then they could go off and play. Jimmy enjoyed himself here in this
'Dreamland', it was a place where a person could acted out any fantasy,
break any law of physics or even a few moral laws of behavior and have no
memory about it in the morning. Everybody who woke-up from this place would
only remember a good nights sleep or a bad nightmare, but they could never
remember the entire content of their dreams.

Jimmy bounced the ball into the doorway to his evil friend when he noticed
a movement over his head. Looking up he saw May flying away from the
building, her long nightgown flowing in the breeze as she swam through the
air. Jimmy could never figure out how to fly here like May did, he tried to
fly once by jumping off of one of the tall trees but he fell and woke-up to
a bed he just pissed in.

The ball came bouncing back to him, as he caught it he saw another person
leaving the asylum yard. He turned his head and saw little eight-year old
Lacey Thompson running through the courtyard, heading towards the front
gate. In her arms was a little white teddy bear she was hugging close to
her breast as she made her escape as well.

He tossed the ball back inside as he smiled to himself. Jimmy could still
remember his own teddy bear he used to bring here with him. The shame was
that, teddy bears could only come here if you were to sleep with them. If
you didn't take your teddy bear to bed with you and hold it in your arms,
they could not enter this place. The old bear's name was Max; it was a
ragged old brown teddy bear with only one eye, he could change his size at
will. Jimmy and Max used to wrestle all the time; he could even climb up on
Max's back and ride him. Max was Jimmy's protector and friend, but Jimmy's
favorite memories of being with Max were that the teddy bear would help
Jimmy act out his desires, even the sexual ones when Jimmy grew older. But
sooner or later little boys stop sleeping with teddy bears and the teddy
bears stop playing with little boys. There were many times when Jimmy
wished that he could remember to sleep with Max just once more. But being
older now, it would be silly for him to sleep with a stuffed doll. Now old
Max sits on a bookshelf that is mounted over Jimmy's bed, next to his many
trophies.

The ball came bouncing back to him. "Hey Boogie?" Jimmy asked with a sly
smile.

Mr. Boogie's eyes opened wide and he moved closer to the door.

Seeing that the monster had come closer into the light, Jimmy smiled. "Do
you remember Max?"

There was a bright flash of lighting followed by the rumbling boom of
thunder as Mr. Boogie's eyes widened in fear, he franticly moved back into
the shadows while looking back and fourth for the boy's furry guardian.

Jimmy laughed out loud. "Yep! I guess you do." He then tossed the ball back
inside.

After a few more minutes of playing catch with Mr. Boogie Jimmy stood up,
his butt was getting cold sitting there on the damp steps. He tossed the
ball one last time to Mr. Boogie and he began to walk away while rubbing
his small bottom through the white cotton tee shirt that hung down to his
knees. Looking back over his shoulder Jimmy called out to Mr. Boogie. "I
guess Johnny's not coming tonight. I'm going to go look for someone else to
play with."

The boy could see the hurt look on Mr. Boogie's face. "If I can't find no
one.I'll come on back and we can play some more catch. Okay?"

Mr. Boogie pressed his thin lips together and gave the boy a small smile as
he raised the ball. He watched the blonde boy walk away, he could see the
boy's small butt cheeks as they moved under the material of his tee
shirt. The deformed soul of Mr. Boogie licked his thin lips as he watched
the boy walk away remembering how good that boy had tasted the last time he
caught him. He sure wished that he could get the blonde haired boy to come
inside just one more time, even just so he could lick the boy's skin just
once more. Looking back down at the ball he sat back on his other four legs
with his wings folded back he tossed the rubber ball up in the air, content
on waiting for the blonde boy to return.

A ghostly white hand emerged from the shadows and caught the ball in
mid-flight. "Didn't anybody ever tell you that it's rude to play with your
food?" An old and ragged voice whispered. From the shadows emerged a tall
thin man, he wore a long black coat that reached down to his shoes, on his
head was a black derby hat and under that hat was the ghostly white
hairless head of Sandman.

Mr. Boogie gurgled and grunted as he reached up to take his ball back from
the tall figure, his wings buzzing about as he tried to grab the ball away
from Sandman.

Sandman walked past Mr. Boogie and stepped outside, there he watched as
Jimmy walked away from them. "That was one of the boys who helped the other
two escape last night?" He asked while never taking his old eyes off of
Jimmy.

Mr. Boogie continued to reach out to grab his ball but every time his
deformed hand went beyond the doorway he could feel the burning sensations
again and Mr. Boogie would recoil from the anticipated pain that came
whenever he went beyond the confines of the building.

Sandman stood still for a few seconds watching Jimmy walk further away, as
if in deep thought he turned to re-enter the asylum. He was blocked from
re-entering by Mr. Boogie who was standing in the middle of the doorway
with his two deformed hands stretched out, in his own way asking for his
ball back.

Sandman gave Mr. Boogie a blank stare, as if he had forgotten what he was
holding in his hand. Raising his hand, Sandman looked at the small rubber
ball then without a word he let it roll out of his hand and fall onto the
front porch.

Mr. Boogie's eyes widen as he watched the ball hit the doorframe and then
bounce away from him and towards the stairs. In utter disbelief the
deformed monster watched his only possession bounce away, he watched it as
it hit each step until it came to rest on the ground.

Sandman walked past Mr. Boogie back into the shadows of the building. "Next
time, maybe you'll remember. You are here to torment these souls. You are
not here to be their friend. Bug!"

Sandman walked down the dark hallway, listening to the beautiful sounds of
the many souls that were pulled into here every night to be
tormented. Their screams were music to his ears as were their pleas for
mercy. "Lupus!" He called out. "Lupus, where are you boy?"

"Over here!" A boy's voice cried out from down the dark hallway. "I'm
busy!"

"I have a job for you!" Sandman stopped. "Come here now!" He commanded.

>From down the hallway Sandman could hear the familiar sounds of grunting
and the whimpering of a child. He waited another second before walking
further down the hallway, around a corner down on the dirty floor Sandman
found who he was looking for. On the floor was a naked boy that seemed to
be no more than nine years of age, he was face down with his bottom up in
the air. On top of the boy was a black wolf fucking the boy. The boy's face
was twisted in pain as the animal continued its onslaught, with each thrust
the boy was pushed a little bit further down the hallway.

The boy looked up at Sandman and screamed. "HELP ME!"

Sandman rolled his eyes. "Will you stop playing with that pup! I have a job
for you!"

The wolf refused to release the child as it continued to rape the small
boy's bottom.

Sandman couldn't help himself as he was being quite turned on by the
site. The shear contrasts of the boy's smooth skin and the animal's dark
fur as the beast raped the small boy was a wonderful site to
behold. Finally the wolf's bucking began to subside unlike the boy's cries.

"For the last time!" Sandman demanded. "Finish and lets go!"

The wolf ripped its self away from the abused boy, causing him to cry even
harder. The wolf leaned against a wall panting for air.

Sandman looked one last time at the boy, who had rolled himself up into a
fetal position crying. "Jake!" He snapped.

The boy looked up with pleading eyes that overflowing with tears.

"We're not finished with you yet." Sandman smiled. "You are going to pay
for every soul you've soiled and for all the fun you've cheated us out of
over the years."

The boy, who's name was Jake, was about to scream again; when he felt
something grab his ankle. Rolling over onto his back Jake saw nothing
there, but then something jerked the boy and pulled him down the dirty
hallway, kicking and screaming. He was pulled into a room that was full of
vengeful and perverted shadows waiting for him, as he was pulled inside the
door was slammed shut and his cries could be heard no more.

The smile on Sandman's face faded, he then looked toward the wolf. "Are you
ready now?"

Where there had been a wolf before now stood a boy of about ten years in
age with a pale face and jet-black hair wearing a long black coat that hung
down to his shoes. The boy looked up at Sandman and smiled at his master;
it was a hideous smile, for all of his teeth were jagged and his eyes were
deep black. He reached inside of his coat and pulled out a black derby hat
and put it on his head. Lupus then trotted up to Sandman and placed an arm
around the man's waist as they walked down the dark hallway together.

Little Jake lay face down on the floor in the pitch-black room; all was
quiet. The pain of just having been raped by the large wolf was slowly
disappearing, but the fear of being mauled again was stronger than
ever. The boy could feel the cold dirty floor under him as well as the cold
air that kept blowing against his skin. With his every controlled breath,
dust would fly up into his face, he was too afraid to even move. Just when
the cold floor was beginning to become painful against his naked body he
noticed, all of a sudden, he was wearing something. On his next breath, he
puffed up a dust cloud, which cause him to have a coughing fit. When Jake's
fit stopped and he opened his eyes, everything had changed. The room was no
longer dark, but lit up; the floor was no longer dirty put shinny
clean. Slowly he stood up and looked around the room and at himself. The
room looked like a private hospital ward; there was a white brass bed with
soft white sheets on it. The walls were all white as was the tile floor,
there was a white cabinet in the corner and a full-length mirror with a
white frame standing next to it.

As Jake walked slowly up to the mirror, the resent event of having been
raped by a wolf was almost completely gone from the boy's memory only fear
remained. Jake looked into the mirror and saw himself; he raised a hand to
his face and touched his cheek unbelieving in what he was seeing. But there
he was right there in the mirror, wearing soft white cotton pajamas.a
boy. A boy of about eight to nine years of age with soft brown hair cut
into a crew cut and it was he. He brought his hands up to his eyes and
looked at them up close. "What the Hell's going on here?" Jake whispered to
himself.

"A good choice of words, little Jake, or do you prefer the name Jacob." A
deep voice whispered in the empty room. "Or perhaps Principal Jenkins."

Jake spun around in fright, for he thought that he was alone in the
room. In the corner by the door, there seemed to be a shadow. There were no
other shadows in the room, in fact there were no shadows anywhere even
under the bed. The entire room was bathed in bright white, except in the
corner where the voice had come from. Jake took a step forward straining
his eyes, in the shadow he could barely make out the outline of a man
sitting in a wooden chair. It seemed to be a tall figure of a man, wearing
a gray cloak over a black suit. Jake tried to see the man's face but all he
could make out was that the man had dark hair and a squared-off jaw;
nothing more. Jake had a strong feeling that he was standing in the
presents of an evil person.

"W-w-who are you?" The small boy squeaked, then he tried to clear his
throat as if there was something inside. "W-where am I?" His entire body
was shaking; he just knew he had to be dreaming, but everything felt so
real and clear.

The man sat back in his chair and crossed his legs. "Most people call me a
Daemon, I am the one in charge here." He then stood up and walked towards
the window, the shadow he had been sitting under followed him. "I am the
one who was called to this place by a witch over a century ago, when she
created the curse that holds me here." He stood looking out the window for
a moment, the outside light had no effect on his shadow it still covered
him. "I am the one who must bring fourth a sacrifice to my Master." He
looked down at Jake. "Our Master!"

Having just heard the word sacrifice and the overwhelming feeling that he
was in grave danger, little Jake mustered his courage and leaped across the
bed and raced to the door. The man in the shadow just stood still and
watched as Jake discovered that the door was locked. Jake franticly pulled
on the doorknob, screaming for help but none would come.

"Was it something I said." The shadow man asked sarcastically, then he
chuckled to himself.


The door suddenly shook violently and a horrendous chorus of roars from the
other side sent Jake jumping away from it, he spun around to face the
strange man. "Please! What are you?" The small boy screamed, fighting back
the fear that was consuming him.

The man leaded back against the windowsill and folded his arms. "I already
told you that. Do you think I am lying?"

With wide eyes little Jake answered the man. "A-are y-you the Devil?" The
small boy squeaked.

The Daemon's eyes lit up bright red then he roared with laughter. "THE
DEVIL?" He shouted out and then laughed some more.

Although the Daemon in the shadow seemed in a happy mood, his laughter was
sending Jake into a new level of panic. He looked like a lunatic as he
laughed at little Jake's question.

"HELL KID!" The Daemon roared. "YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO KISS ASS!"

Jake crooked up his nose, not sure how to take the man's statement.

The Daemon's laughter stopped as quickly as it had started; it was almost
as if turning a switch on and off. The room grew deafly quiet as the two
faced each other. "I only work for him. As will you." The Daemon could see
the absolute fear swelling in the boy's face and he loved it. "You see
Jake, you've already lost your soul to us many years ago."

Somewhere deep in Jake's mind he knew that the Daemon was telling him the
truth, but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to accept it. "B-but w-when?
H-h-how?" He whimpered.

The Daemon continued to periodically look out the window as he talked to
Jake. "It was when you raped Susie."

Franticly Jake searched his memory, there were so many children he had
molested over the years but the name Susie had to been one of the names he
had forgotten.

Looking back to Jake the Daemon saw the confused look on his face. "Your
sister."

Then Jake's eyes lit up as he remembered, but before he could say anything
the Daemon waved his hand across the room. Jake then saw in the middle of
the room an older boy with his back to him, standing in front of a baby's
crib. Jake timidly walked around to the front of the older boy and saw that
it was himself when he was about twelve years of age. The older Jake was
wearing a Boy's Scout uniform and he was standing next to the opened crib,
where inside was a small two-year old baby girl laying on her stomach
repeatedly crying out 'NO!'. Jake watched as the older boy removed the
baby's training pants and lifted her skirt exposing the babe's innocent
bottom to him. Jake tore his eyes off of the babe's backside and looked
into the face of the older boy and saw the wicked smile on his face.

"You've been a bad girl!" The older Jake scorned. "You need a spanking!"
The boy raised his hand and slapped the small bottom. The small girl
screamed in pain and the boy radiated with power as he continued to torment
the babe.

Little Jake remembered the whole thing now. He was twelve and he had just
finished reading his first porno novel that he had found in a trash can, it
was about spanking and butt fucking. He wanted to try it on someone and who
better than his baby sister. Little Jake watched as the older boy continued
to spank the baby girl's bottom red. He listened to the child's screams and
pleas for mercy, but the older Jake wouldn't stop he was having too much
fun. Little Jake watched as the older boy opened his pants to release his
small boy dick from its confines. He stepped up closer to the crying babe
and rubbed his hairless skinny 3-inch finger size dick up against her
bottom.

"Yeah! You've been a real bad girl." The boy hissed as he reached for a
bottle of baby oil to liberate his small boy dick.

"No." She whined.

In a comforting voice the Boy Scout said. "I know you're sorry honey. But
now you have to make me feel good." With that said the older Jake pushed
his boy-sized dick into her small bottom.

Little Jake was getting excited as he remembered his youth. He fucked and
abused his baby sister for over ten years. As she grew older and made
friends, Jake would find ways to molest them as well. It was her little boy
friends that Jake learned to love the most. He felt that boys had better
asses to play with and that they took the abuse better than girls did.

"That's right Jake, you lost it when you raped your baby sister in her
crib." The chilling voice of the Daemon spoke. "All the others were just
icing on the cake."

Jake turned his head away from the vision in front of him to look at the
Daemon as he spoke, but as soon as he did the vision vanished and it was
just the two of them in the room again. "Am I dead?" He almost whispered.

Looking once more out the window, the Daemon chuckled. "Not yet." Once
again there was a deafly silence in the room, Jake had no idea as what to
say. "Your soul, like many others, are brought here at night for our
amusement when you sleep." The Daemon then pointed to the mirror. "Look at
yourself."

Chills were running up and down Jake's back as he slowly looked back into
the mirror and saw the small boy looking back at him. He could see that the
boy in the mirror had tears running down his cheeks and that he was
terrified.

"That is your soul you are looking at. In your bible it says that you
hairless apes are the children of God. Those weren't just pretty
words. Your soul is as you see it there, childlike and innocent." The
Daemon took his eyes off of the window and looked back down at Jake.

Utterly defeated, Jake lowered his head and whispered. "What are you going
to do to me."

The Daemon smiled. "I am going to save your life." The man then walked back
to the corner and sat back down in the chair and crossed his legs. "You see
Jake, although our Master and I love what you've been doing to children,
the other souls that dwell in here do not."

Once again the door to the room shook and the things on the other side
could be heard as they tried to get in.

Waving his hand in the air, the Daemon continued. "It's like this, they
love to torment innocent souls very night and since you've moved here and
have been practicing your hobby of molesting little children the dark souls
here have been getting your sloppy seconds." Leaning forward in his chair
the Daemon moved his face a little closer to Jake's and whispered. "They
really don't like sloppy seconds." He sat back up and spoke plainly again
to the small soul. "So they told the witch, that holds the curse here, to
send them you so they could have some revenge. Now then because of your age
and your lousy heart they were counting on giving you a heart attack
tonight, there by trapping your soul here forever. But I have other plans
for you."

Jake had lost all control in his knees as he fell back onto his rump on the
cold tile floor. "What plans?"

The Daemon smiled. "You see Jake a hundred years ago a witch came here and
gave our Master a human sacrifice and our Master gave her me. Now its time
for another sacrifice or my time here is over and when my time is over we
have to return to our Master. I can promise you that is something you don't
want to do.meet our Master as a failure. Now then, last night we had the
soul of the chosen sacrifice here, trapped inside the building. All the
witch had to do was, bring the body of the soul here while the soul was
trapped and we kill the body and hold the soul."

Jake could feel the air about him suddenly turn bitter cold.

The Daemon looked up at the ceiling, his eyes burning red as his anger
mounted. "BUT NO!!!" He roared. "THAT STUPID BITCH WITCH HAD TO GO AND FUCK
IT ALL UP!!!"

Jake scampered back, away from the Daemon, cowering on the floor. With the
Daemon's roar the walls shook, the mirror and widow exploded sending
powered glass everywhere.

The Daemon calmed down, then he continued. "Last night that stupid witch
got herself distracted and the spell that held the soul here was broken. It
was only broken for a minute, but it was enough time not only for our
sacrifice to escape it also helped another soul to escape as well."

The door was almost shaking off of its hinges, as the animal growling on
the other side was becoming more intense.

Looking at the door for a moment, the Daemon stood up and walked to it as
he straightened his cloak. He stopped at the door and looked down at Jake
for a moment. "We can talk about this again later. The others are anxious
to get their hands on you."

In a panic Jake scampered up to his knees and held onto one of the
bedposts. "But you said you were going to save me!" He cried out.

The Daemon chuckled. "I said I was going to save your life.for now." Then
pointing a finger at Jake. "You had better get used to this! After all you
are going to Hell." With that said he turned and left the room.

Jake saw, as the Daemon opened the door to leave that beyond the door was
pitch-black darkness. Jake closed his eyes and shuttered, as the room
became colder, it was then that he realized that he was once again naked
sitting on a freezing cold floor in a dark room. As he looked around the
room, all was silent once more; he noticed that everything was the same
except that now instead of a clean hospital ward it looked old and
abandoned. There was some light coming in from somewhere, but Jake couldn't
tell from where.

The door to the room slowly opened to reveal two men in tattered white
hospital gowns, neither of them were wearing pants and both of them had
huge hard-ons. The first man was a giant, his head was almost as high as
the doorframe, his arms were huge with a thick layer of hair all over
them. The second man was a bit smaller than the first; in fact he seemed to
be overly skinny.

The skinny man pushed past the giant and rushed up to Jake and grabbed his
small arm. Jake tried to struggle but the man's grip was solid. "You little
shit!" The skinny one shouted. "I signed on to fuck with virgins! But no
you had to come along and ruin it for me!"

Jake had to turn his head away from the man, his breath smelled like rotten
meat. "Please!" He pleaded.

"Fuck you!" The skinny man screamed. He then picked little Jake up and
threw him onto the bed.

The once soft looking bed was now just bare rusted bedsprings that bit into
Jake's flesh. Jake quickly rolled over onto his back, in order to kick at
the man but the skinny man grabbed both of his legs and held them straight
up in the air, then he spread them apart. Without another word spoken the
man jerked himself forward slamming his man's sized cock into the small
orifice of Jake rear-end.

Jake screamed with everything he had as he felt his butt being tore
apart. With each thrust Jake was pushed across the bedsprings and they bit
deeper into his skin. While in his turmoil he looked up and saw a large
cock come into view, it was the other man.

The giant had crawled up onto the bed and now was standing on his knees,
squatting down to the boy's face as the boy was being pushed towards
him. "Lick it!" The giant ordered.

Jake twisted his head back and fourth, but the giant grabbed his head and
held it still.

"Now lick it!" He ordered the boy again.

Jake brought his tongue up and licked along the man's shaft. With each
thrust from his rapist, Jake's head was push further between the other
man's legs soon he was licking the man's balls.

The giant moved a little forward, placing Jake's face right under his large
and hairy ass. "Lick there too!"

Jake quickly brought his hands up to hold the big ass away from him. With
one hand on each hairy cheek the boy pushed back as the man began to sit on
him.

"I said lick it!"

Jake brought his small tongue out once more and he began to lick the inner
sides of the man's ass. As he licked the vile smelling ass he heard one of
the men say; 'We're just the first two asshole! There are hundreds more
behind us!' Then to Jake's utter horror he saw the anus open up, he knew
what was coming and he started to suck in air to scream. But before Jake
could cry out, his face was covered and his mouth was filling with hot
shit. He shook his head back and fourth trying to escape the flood of crap,
only to have it smearing all over his face. His mind was spinning as he
continued to repeat in his head; 'Its only a dream.its only a dream.'

By this time little Jimmy had walked all the way to the back of the
building, where the old greenhouse stood.

The old greenhouse was connected to the main building it was domed shape
and about forty feet high. Here in this dreamland the some of the windows
were still intact, most of them were broken with dead vines hanging out of
the broken ones. A layer or two of dead and almost dead plants surrounded
the base of the greenhouse. No one dared get too close to the structure for
everybody knew of the Isis plant that lived inside.

Little Jimmy stood with his back to the greenhouse; he had jumped up onto
the small stone wall and was looking out towards Preacher's Creek. Off in
the distance, away from the cursed area, Jimmy could see all of the other
souls who had made their way to the safe area. Looking up into the sky
Jimmy watched as the storm clouds of the curse swirled around the
building. Anything under the cloud would hurt them, it was under the Cursed
Storm that nightmares dwelled. If a soul could get out from under the
Cursed Storm then that soul could doing anything that it wished and wake up
the next day refreshed and feeling great. In all the time that Jimmy and
his best friend Johnny had been coming here, they had yet to figure out how
to stop the curse. Even May had tried to find a way to stop the curse and
she had been coming here twice as long as Jimmy had.

Looking down the hill Jimmy could see the small figure of Billy running
down the hill with his new teddy bear in tow. Jimmy laughed to himself as
he saw Billy running away with his little arms waving about and his pudgy
little legs kicking from side to side. "Shoot kid! You look like Jerry
Lewis running like that." He said to himself.

Jimmy fell silent.

He thought he heard something behind him. Slowly turning around Jimmy
looked back toward the greenhouse but there was nothing there. Quietly he
stood still waiting to see if he could hear it again and again there was
nothing. Jimmy hopped off the wall and began to walk back to the front of
the asylum.then he heard it again. It sounded like a groan. Slowly he crept
up to where he thought he heard the noise, careful not to make too much
noise himself. Behind a thicket of vines, Jimmy could see someone curled up
against the building crying. All Jimmy could see was that the person was
wearing a white tee shirt like him and he had black hair. Then Jimmy
realized it had to be Johnny, someone must have caught him inside of there.

"Johnny!" He whispered.

But the other person stayed huddled with his back to him crying.

Jimmy took another step forward and reached out for him. "Come on Johnny!
You're too close to the building!" Taking another step forward, Jimmy
reached and grabbed his shoulder. "Come on man! You're too close! They're
going to get you again!" Jimmy whispered in desperation as he began to tug
on his shoulder.

Suddenly the other person spun around and grabbed Jimmy's hand. "Got'cha!"

Jimmy looked in horror into the face of his captor, he saw the pitch black
eyes gleaming at him and the jagged teeth as it smiled. "Shit!" He shouted
as he tried to pull away but something wrapped around his ankle and jerked
his feet out from under him sending Jimmy face first into the crotch of
Lupus, sending both boys falling backwards. Jimmy could feel himself being
pulled away, frantically he grabbed for anything he could get his hands
on. Rolling over onto his back he looked down as he was being pulled away
from Lupus, around his right ankle was a thick vine pulling him towards the
greenhouse. Rolling back over onto his stomach, Jimmy continued to grab for
anything he could hold onto. The vine was pulling the boy into a hole in
the side of the class wall of the greenhouse. In an act of desperation
Jimmy grabbed the sharp edge of the broken window and held on for all he
was worth.

By this time Lupus had sat up, he could see Jimmy hanging onto side of the
class wall fighting not to be pulled inside. Scampering on his knees, Lupus
moved quickly to Jimmy. Giggling and laughing to himself, Lupus sat on his
rear and began to kick at Jimmy trying to force him into the greenhouse.

Jimmy tried to block Lupus' attacks but he was loosing ground
quickly. Looking up, he could see right up into Lupus' tee shirt as the boy
sat on his rump kicking at Jimmy. Jimmy could see the kid's small dick
nestled between his bare legs. In an act of desperation Jimmy thrust his
right hand up Lupus' shirt and grabbed his dick, digging his fingernails
deep into his flesh.

Lupus immediately stopped kicking and started screaming as he felt his dick
being pulled from him.

Jimmy had lost his grip on the window and was pulled inside the greenhouse
the only thing keeping him from being pulled in any deeper was Lupus'
pecker.

As Jimmy was pulled inside, Lupus was pulled right up to the side of the
greenhouse. There the dark soul stood on his knees, his groin pressed up to
the hole in the glass wall, howling up into the sky as he felt the
unbelievable pain of his nards being ripped off. Suddenly the pain was
gone, Jimmy had lost his grip and was now being pulled the rest of the way
inside. Lupus fell back onto his butt, slowly his breathing came back to
normal and ever so timidly he raised his tee shirt to look at the
damage. His small dick was somewhat bloodied but at least it was still
there. Lupus looked back towards the hole in the wall, he could see Jimmy
being pulled deeper inside to the Isis plant. In a panic Lupus shouted out
to Jimmy."Hey! Wait up!" He got down on his hands and knees to craw into
the hole after Jimmy. "That was great! Do it again!"

Jimmy was rolling around trying to find anything to grab a hold of as he
was pulled to the center of the room. He found what seemed to be a tree
trunk, he reached out and grabbed it and held on. As he held on another
vine had crept up around the tree trunk and soon it was wrapping itself
around his wrist. The boy tried to free his wrist only to have his other
hand tied as well. Soon Jimmy found himself completely tied up, both of his
arms and legs were being held apart and stretched the boy as far as he
could be stretched. Jimmy was face down just inches above the floor as he
was held spread eagle completely in the power of the Isis plant.

"Turn him over!" A ragged voice spoke.

Before Jimmy knew what was happening he was somehow flipped over and was
now facing straight up. "Johnny!" Jimmy screamed out for help as he twisted
his body back and fourth. He kept repeating to himself 'Its only a
dream.fight it and wake up.' "Johnny Help!" Jimmy knew he just had to find
a way to wake up, so he continued to thrust about hoping to fall off his
bed.

A tall ghostly white man came into Jimmy's view and he looked down at the
boy and smiled. "It's been a while since we've played with each
other. Hasn't it Jimmy?"

Jimmy knew he was in sweet smelling shit now and it was Sandman's
shit. "Fuck you!"

In a calm voice Sandman taunted the boy. "Maybe later." Looking up Sandman
could see Lupus limping over to them smiling. "What's the matter with you,
Mutt?"

Pointing down at Jimmy, Lupus explained. "He practically ripped my dick
off!"

Sandman snorted. "It would have been a small loss."

"Hey!" Lupus protested.

Down the dark hallways the screams for help echoed along with Jimmy's as he
fought for his eternal life. In the foyer sat Mr. Boogie, patiently waiting
for the blond haired boy to return and give him back his rubber ball. After
all, why suffer the pain of going outside when the blonde haired boy would
gladly give him the ball. The constant cries for mercy was something he was
used to, in fact at times Mr. Boogie felt cheated that he couldn't partake
in the fun. Then amongst all the other cries for help, Mr. Boogie thought
he heard a voice he knew. This intrigued the twisted soul, so he carefully
and quietly moved away from his post by the front door and moved deeper
into the building. Listening carefully Mr. Boogie followed the cries,
knowing he had to be careful not to be caught leaving his post by the door.

Sandman and Lupus laughed louder as the Isis plant continued to bond the
boy. They watched as the vines continued to twist and turn along the smooth
skin of Jimmy, sealing his fate by the second.

Jimmy continued to struggle against the vines. He saw the vines around his
arms grow new smaller vines and move as they grew across his body. Smaller
vines, almost as thin as a grass blade would grow fourth from the main vine
and follow the contours of his arms. These smaller vines would either
expand in size or would wrap themselves with each other and meld into a
thicker vine. This process would continue along all of Jimmy's arms and
legs. As the smaller vines would move they would tickle Jimmy unmercifully
as they covered more of the boy's body. Jimmy watched as the vines on both
of his arms move under the sleeves and slowly inching their way toward his
torso.

Mr. Boogie had made his way to the far end of the hallway, where the entry
to the greenhouse was. In the doorway he could make out the silhouettes of
Sandman of his bitch boy Lupus. Beyond them he could see the Isis plant
moving about with someone inside of its vines.

Jimmy could feel the vines as they crept up his legs; already twisted
around his calves they were making their way up his thighs. They tickled
without mercy across the backs of his knees, feeling like snakes slithering
across him, hugging close to the contours of his muscles. "Johnny help me!"
Jimmy screamed as loud as he could.

Sandman and Lupus were beside themselves as they continued to roar with
laughter as they watched the Isis plant strangle Jimmy a little bit at a
time.

Mr. Boogie's eyes went wide as he finally saw who it was inside of the Isis
plant. It was the blond haired boy, the nearest thing Mr. Boogie had to a
friend. He watched as the plant continued to cover the boy, he was becoming
very excited watching the tormented boy fight for his life. But somewhere
deep inside of him there was something sickening, a strong feeling of guilt
and loss. If Jimmy was to die in here then he would be trapped here forever
like Lupus and he would become likes Lupus; twisted and vile.

The more that the plant covered Jimmy the less the boy could move. He could
feel the vines as they moved under his arms and across his armpits; some
moving around to his neck while other slithered under his shirt to his
chest and nipples.

"Johnny please help me!" Jimmy cried loudly, but not as loud as he had done
before, the boy was weakening.

Sandman and Lupus were dancing around the plant howling up a storm with
laughter. Sandman suddenly stopped and looked at the entry door, at first
he thought he saw something there. Jimmy's pleas brought his attention back
to the Isis plant and the soul he was about to capture.

Jimmy could feel the vines as they grew on his neck and moved up across his
scalp, moving ever so slowly through his blond hair. The vines that were
moving up his legs had made their way to Jimmy's buttocks; there they
continued to follow the boy's contours slithering up his tender
cheeks. While they were creeping up the boy's butt, other vines were moving
across his scrotums and circling the boy's small dick.

"Pleeeassse! I don't waaant to die here!" Jimmy cried completely defeated
to his two tormentors, which only caused more laughter from Sandman and
Lupus.

The vines that were slithering through his hair had now moved into his ears
and were clogging them as others were moving across his face. Down between
his legs the vines on his bottom were pushing their way to the boy's anus,
one thin strand of vine at a time they were moving into Jimmy. The vines
around his dick were squeezing his dick tightly while others were moving
into his piss slit.

With the only strength Jimmy had left he looked up as the vines were making
their way to his eyes and mouth and prayed. "P-p-please God help me."

Sandman and Lupus were hugging each other with joy; they had finally caught
one on the boys who had been guarding the front door of this place for the
past forty-five years. Their master, the Daemon will be extremely pleased
with them.

As the vines began to push their way into Jimmy's mouth, past his pressed
lips and cover his eyes; in a last act of desperation Jimmy shouted the
only true friend he ever had here. "MMMAAAXX!!!"

There came a horrendous explosion of glass from above somewhere. Jimmy
looked up with his one uncover eye and a shower of glass and timber came
falling down on him, amongst the falling glass and wood he could also see
gold shinny things as well as a huge ball of fur and fangs. The next thing
Jimmy knew an earth-shattering roar shook everything around him then he
felt all that debris hitting him on the head. He began to struggle again,
the vine had lost its grip and Jimmy was able to roll away from it.

He fell from his bed onto the floor, tangled in his bed sheets. He fought
like a mad man to free himself; finally he reached up to his nightstand and
grabbed his gun from the hostler. He jumped up and away from his bed, his
left arm flew to the lights switch hitting it so hard he broke its cover.

Dripping in sweat, Sheriff James Parker, pointed his gun at the bed ready
to shoot. Quickly darting back and fourth from the bed and across the room,
looking for whoever it was that attacked him. His heart was pounding so
hard he could he could feel his head throb. Then as his head began to
clear, he took a long look at his bedroom. All of the bed-sheets were off
the bed, twisted into a long rope. On the bed was a small pile of pictures
and trophies he had won at pistol shooting contests. On top of those was
the shelf on which they were supposed to sit on; a shelf that was supposed
to be hanging on the wall over his bed. The throbbing in his head was
getting worst, he brought his hand up to his forehead then he brought it
back down and saw some blood on it. He walked into the bathroom and looked
into the mirror. There was a bump on his head and a small trickle of blood
seeping from it.

Placing his gun on the sink he wet a wash cloth and pressed it to his
forehead, he walked back into the bedroom and stared at his bed.

"Goddamn shelf fell off the wall." He explained to himself.

Sheriff Parker continued to swear silently to himself as he held the wash
cloth to his head with one hand and cleared the debris from his bed with
his other. As he moved the gold plated trophies and pictures from his bed,
he had by now assured himself that all he had was a nightmare and nothing
else. He picked up the shelf and tossed it to the side of the room, taking
his frustration out on the shelf. There on the bed was only one thing
left.Max. Sheriff Parker smiled at the old stuffed one-eyed teddy bear of
his childhood; it was the only thing he had as a child he just could not
throw away.

"Well hey there Max." He greeted his old friend. Sheriff Parker looked down
at his bed, although he was still tired and it was still the middle of the
night; he didn't feel much like getting back into bed. Reaching down he
picked up the old bear and carried him to a rocking chair that sat in the
corner of the bedroom next to an opened window. There they sat down and
rocked as Sheriff Parker looked out his window trying to remember what his
nightmare was about holding Max to his waist.

Perhaps if the Sheriff's head was clear enough he might have seen the green
leaves on the bed as well as a small hornet as it flew out of his window
and into the night sky.

Billy kept on running down the hill, he had focused on a big weeping willow
tree and headed for it. The ground on which he was running was still wet
and covered with dead grass but the further he got from the asylum the
thicker the ground cover was becoming. Franticly the small boy ran as hard
as he could, his arms waving all over with his small black teddy bear
Mickey in one hand being thrown about. His pudgy little legs kicking in all
directions, practically kicking himself in his rear with each stride. By
the time he had reached the tree, he was no longer under the Cursed Storm
and sunlight was shinning down on him. The grass had become taller and
thicker, it had almost reached to the top of his head. As if sliding into
home plate at a baseball game, little Billy slid to a stop under the
tree. Its long green limbs hanging down to the ground, the bare ground
under the tree was warm, and the grass grew tall round the edges of the
huge tree. Billy laid still on his belly trying to catch his breath, his
head was resting in his folded arms. He felt something jump on his back and
walk up to stand on his head, it was Mickey.

The small stuffed doll stood on top of Billy's head trying to see beyond
the tall grass. He scanned the area carefully, he neither saw nor had he
smelt anything that might single danger.

Billy held his head still, not wanting to knock Mickey off of his head. "Do
you see anything?"

Billy felt the weight on his head push down then it was gone as Mickey had
jumped off of his head. The bear landed in front of Billy then he sat down
with his legs spread apart looking down into his young master's innocent
face.

"No one coming?" The frightened boy asked.

Mickey just shook his head and smiled at Billy.

Billy dropped his head into the lap of the soft toy, still breathing
hard. "Do you think they'll catch us?" The boy asked while looking back up
into Mickey's face.

The bear just smiled some more and shook his whole body, no.

"You still don't talk much. Do you?"

Once again the small black teddy bear shook his whole body, no, while
giving Billy a broad smile.

The small eight-year old boy giggled to himself as he lowered his eyes to
the bear's stubby legs; there he started to trace his tiny finger along a
seam that ran between the bear's legs. Billy moved his finger back and
fourth along the seam, then across the center where the two legs were
connected. Mickey began to kick his legs up and down to the boy's tickling.

Looking up into Mickey's red button eyes Billy smiled. "Do you like that
Mickey?"

Mickey's tongue was hanging out and dripping with saliva, the bear quickly
nodded his approval.

Billy looked back down between Mickey' legs and continued to tickle Mickey
with his light attentions. "It's too bad you don't have a dicky down there
like me." Looking once more into Mickey's red eyes, Billy
continued. "They're fun to play with you know." Then something moved under
the fabric, Billy looked down again and was amazed by what he was
seeing. The seam where the two legs met began to part and from somewhere
inside of Mickey a very small dick began to appear. Billy's eyes widened as
the tiny pricklet pushed its way to the opened air. It was no bigger than
Billy's own pinky finger, it was just right for such a small creature.

The nightmare excitement of the evening had completely disappeared from
Billy's mind, all that the boy was concerned with was Mickey's little
dicky. Nothing else mattered in the world, only that Billy and his new
friend were all alone and Billy wanted to bond closer with his friend.

Billy lowered his head into Mickey's crotch and began to tickle the little
thing with his tongue. Mickey laid both of his paws on top of Billy's head
and rested his own head on top of Billy's soft hair, relaxing to the warm
feeling that his master was giving him. Billy slipped the small dicky
between his lips and he began to lightly suck on it while he moved his
tongue back and fourth across it. Billy had moved his hands up along
Mickey's outer thighs and gripped the soft doll where his buttocks would
have been. Slowly as if morphing two hard, but hairy, butt cheeks began to
form in the palms of Billy's hands adding to the boy's excitement. They
didn't feel like they belonged on a stuffed doll but instead they felt as
real as the puny dicky inside of his mouth, Billy's only wish was that he
wished Mickey had a bigger dicky to play with.

Inside of Billy's mouth, where Mickey's dicky was being bathed, he began to
notice how the small dicky seemed to be growing. At first the little thing
could barely reach his tongue inside of his mouth but now it seemed to be
lying across his tongue and it was taking up more room. Billy continued to
suck and lick it and it continued to grow. Before long little Billy's mouth
was full and Mickey's dick and it was making its way to the back of Billy's
throat. This was more than Billy could have hoped for; he just loved the
feel of a large cock inside of his mouth siding all the way through
him. When Billy tried to raise his head to have a look at it, he couldn't
move away from it. Mickey was slumped over the boy's head and he was
holding Billy in place, bucking his now oversized cock down Billy's
throat. For a moment Billy panicked as he tried to raise his head and
couldn't but that panic attack disappeared as he became more comfortable in
his submissive state.

When Mickey's orgasm hit, the doll held the boy's head like a vice,
refusing to let the boy up. The teddy bear was filling Billy's mouth faster
than the boy could drink it.

The warm 'Teddy Bear's Milk' was warm and sweet, like chocolate milk, Billy
swallowed as fast as he could; he loved chocolate milk.

When the 'Teddy Bear's Milk' had stopped flowing, Billy continued to suck
and lick Mickey's dicky. By the time all of the strands of milk were gone,
Mickey's over-sized dicky had shrunk back to its original pinky size and
Mickey was laying on his back smiling with his tongue hanging out of one
side.

Billy looked up and saw Mickey's funny face and began to laugh. "You look
silly!"

Mickey sat up and licked Billy's little nose, sending the boy into fits of
laughter. The teddy bear continued his licking attack on Billy's face as
Billy tried to roll away, Mickey would follow and continue licking the boy.

Billy found the safest thing to do, in order to escape Mickey's attacks,
was to lay down on his belly with his hands over his head.

But Mickey would only push his snout between the boy's arms and lick
Billy's ears, sending him into another fit of laughter. The boy had folded
his arms and placed his opened palms over his ears, for protection. Mickey
continued to lick the boy's exposed skin along the collar line of his
pajamas and hair. Mickey looked up for a moment, when he reached the center
of the boy's neck and was sitting on the back of Billy's head.

Billy was wondering where else Mickey would lick him and he began to wiggle
his entire body with anticipation


Mickey looked down the child's back, along the center of his back were
three snaps where Billy's pajamas were fastened. At the end of the seam of
fasteners was the flap to Billy's rear end, the flap folded up a little,
allowing a limited but enticing view of the boy's babyish bottom. Mickey
smiled and licked his long tongue across his own mouth. Lowering his head,
Mickey began to sniff with his cold wet nose down the boy's spine. He
pushed his snout against the first snap but it wouldn't unfasten at first.

"Snap!"

The first fastener opened up and while Mickey pushed his cold nose further
down Billy's spine sniffing and licking; Billy exploded into yet another
fit of boyish laughter, wiggling his body back and fourth but never really
trying to stop Mickey from doing what he was doing.

"Snap!"

The second fastener opened up allowing Mickey to move further down the
boy's back. With so much of the boy's pajamas open, Mickey took a quick
detour and pushed his head down Billy's side and licked the boy's salty
bare armpits. Sending Billy into new heights of delight as he thrashed all
over, slamming his arms tight to his sides and keeping his hands over his
ears to protect one more of his most sensitive places. Leaving Billy's
sides, Mickey continued to lick all over the boy's exposed shoulders and
middle back area.

"Snap!"

The last fastener popped open leaving Billy's lower back completely exposed
to Mickey's assaults. The small teddy bear moved his body lower, facing
towards Billy's rear, he licked Billy's immature baby fat love handles
causing Billy to rock and scream more with laughter as he kicked his stubby
little legs about. Billy fought himself, he so wanted to roll away from
Mickey's tickling attacks, but he also wanted Mickey to do whatever he
wanted to do.

Mickey stopped licking for a second to catch his breath; he looked up at
Billy's rear flap. With the rest of Billy's pajamas opened only the rear
flap was left covering the boy's flank. He could see where the butt cheeks
began on the boy's back although the crack was still out of sight. Mickey
pushed his snout under the flap and pushed as hard as he could and then
both snaps popped open at the same time sending the flap completely out of
the way. The teddy bear looked down at the creamy white bottom of his
eight-year old master; the two chubby but perky globes stood out from the
rest of Billy's body. The bottom began on the boy's back with the 'Y' shape
opening of the child's crack and that crack in the boy's bottom seemed to
be just the right depth to bury his face all the way inside of the
boy. Mickey first sniffed to boy's cheeks with his cold and moist nose with
an occasional flick of his tongue. The child's taste was heaven sent and
Mickey knew that better than anyone else in creation. He then moved his
tongue to the crack and there Mickey pushed his nose deep into the
assfurrow as he licked the child's special place. He pressed his nose hard
against Billy rectum as he shoved his tongue deep inside the child's
bottom.

Billy thrashed and kicked with excitement, praying that the sensations
Mickey was giving him would never end.

Mickey had his face buried deep into the boy's assfurrow, both cheeks were
pressed tightly against the doll's fury face, as he continued to shove his
tongue in deeper yet. The teddy bear continued to tongue fuck Billy's
bottom until he finally found what he was looking for, the prostrate.

Billy grabbed at the ground, his eyes shut tight his body tensed up as his
orgasm mounted.

Determined Mickey continued to tickle the child's prostrate, jabbing his
tongue harder and deeper with each new assault.

Billy grabbed his pillow and screamed into it as his orgasm sent him
shaking like he had never done before.

Then everything was still.

All was quiet.

Billy was completely relaxed.

A warm hand touched his cheek. "Its time to get up honey." A tender sweet
voice spoke.

Blinking little Billy began to shake his head, trying to wakeup. Looking up
he saw his new mother standing over him smiling.

Sally sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed the boy's exposed
backside. "My. My. You certainly are a wild thing at night. Aren't you?"

Still lying on his stomach, Billy lifted himself up on his elbows. "Huh?"

Smiling Sally explained to the sleepy boy. "Well look at yourself."

Sleepily Billy looked over his shoulders and down his back.

Laughing lightly at the boy. "You've not only kicked off all of your bed
sheets but you popped every snap opened on your pajamas." Looking down
Sally also noticed that sticking out from under Billy's two legs was Mickey
two fury legs. She then lifted Billy's bottom up and pulled the small teddy
bear out from underneath the boy. With one arm Sally then stood Billy up to
stand between her legs as she showed him Mickey. "And what's was this guy
doing down there?" She asked with a broad smile.

Sleepily Billy giggled. "I don't know."

Sally then placed the doll on the bed and then she pealed Billy's pajamas
off of the boy, leaving him naked standing up against her apron facing
her. Billy's new mother placed both hands onto the boy's perky butt cheeks
and squeezed them both. "Now then young man!"

Smack.

Sally gave her son a light spank to his naked rear causing Billy's eyes to
widen to the playful spank. "I want you to go into that bathroom and do
whatever it is you need to do."

Smack.

Another playful spank to his rear made Billy giggle a little as he moved
closer to his mother. "I'll have your school clothes laid out for you here
so when you're finished get dressed and come downstairs and have breakfast
with your Pa and me."

Smack.

Billy wiggled his body to the playful spanks. "And don't be too slow about
it. I may just come back up here and spank you some more, young man."

Now fully awake Billy laughed loudly. "I'm not a young man!" Billy
teased. "I'm a little boy!" He then lifted himself across Sally's knee,
showing his bottom in all its glory. "Give me some more little spanks so
I'll be good today."

Sally played along with the eight-year old boy and spanked his naked bottom
eight times. Then she stood him up and gave the boy a peck on the
lips. "Now hurry up so you can have breakfast with your Pa."

Billy returned the light kiss to his Ma's lips and hugged her. "I love you
Ma." He then broke away and ran to the bathroom, leaving his mother sitting
on the bed watching him run off.

In the town of Cordell this morning, Mrs. Edwards the principal's
secretary, was walking up to the schoolhouse a little early this
morning. She seemed happier than usual this Monday morning, humming to
herself, as she reached for her keys to unlock the front door. But to her
surprise the doors were unlocked. She just shrugged her shoulders, figuring
that Principal Jenkins must have forgotten to lock up on Friday. Today she
couldn't have cared less, in her mind it was going to be a glorious
day. The elderly lady continued to hum to herself as she walked down the
empty hallway to her office. As she entered she laid her purse down on her
desk and turned to start a fresh pot of coffee, only to find a fresh pot
already perking.

"Mrs. Edwards?" A voice called from the principal's office. "Is that you
out there?"

Mrs. Edwards jumped to the sound of the voice. Slowly she opened the
half-closed door that led to Principal Jenkins' office and peeked around
the corner. There Principal Jenkins sat, behind his desk doing his morning
paperwork.

Looking up from his desk, he asked. "Good you're early. Could you get me a
cup of coffee, please?"

"What are you doing here?" Mrs. Edwards almost shouted.

Startled by her outburst, Principal Jenkins jumped in his seat and raised
his own voice to match hers. "I work here!"

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Mrs. Edwards rephrased
herself. "No.no. I mean why aren't you dea.No.no. What I meant to say
is.that.you look a little pale. If you don't feel good, then why are you
here?"

Jenkins shook his head. "I feel fine. I just had hard night
sleeping. That's all."

Mrs. Edwards backed out of the office to fetch Jenkins a coffee cup. As she
brought it back into his office and sat it down on his desk, she
asked. "Bad dreams?"

Jenkins picked up his coffee and took a sip. "I'm not sure.I don't remember
much.All I can recall is.being smothered by a big hairy donut."



End.(maybe)

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