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{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\qc\f0\fs36 August Moone\par
Book 8\par
Chapter Sixteen\par
The Way of the Moone\par
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A terrible thing happened on the way to insanity\par
\tab Julie Banther was ten.  She had been ten for four months.  She was unique from other girls her age with her big brown eyes and mouth.  She was very pretty, friendly, outgoing, and a typical girl.  Casey Brockton had an eye for her and with a little outside unbeknownst to him he would have her.\par
\tab Casey Brockton was armed with the EMAD from his Boss and he set out to see how far his insanity could take him.\par
\tab His Boss\rquote  EMAD.  Why oh why had the Boss lent him the EMAD Casey didn\rquote t know.  He couldn\rquote t believe that the horrid man trusted him.  It was figured and safely assumed that the Boss had a \ldblquote back-up plan\rdblquote ; i.e. possibly that of a second EMAD.  OR, he did something to the current one.\par
\tab Anyways, Julie Banther.\par
\tab A girl who was a little on the short side for her age group, absolutely flat chested; she had an amazing face, though; a sweet tight ass, and Casey often imagined her naked.  He often imagined her standing up naked in the woods somewhere peeing.  He imagined the girl laying on her back, naked, fingerbanging herself.\par
\tab Julie Banther was an amazing child; always dressed well, smelled good, spoke well; she could sing and act; everyone liked her, especially Casey.  There were other girls on Casey\rquote s List, Julie was at the top.  He had debated\emdash whether to start at the bottom of the List and work his way Up, or start at the Top and work his way Down.  What a conundrum.  He elected for the Top of the List and then compare her with those that followed to see if the previous girl was befitting of the top rank.\par
\tab From the Church the Selected girl was directed out from her friends to the rear parking lot and the newly acquired family van.  The a/c kept the van\rquote s interior cool and Casey Brockton\rquote s heart and cock hot.  \par
\page  \tab There was little time in ogling and no time for foreplay; the girl would surely be missed if not returned to her social group.  Casey knew there were better times, better opportunities\emdash but he was horny oh-so horny and he couldn\rquote t wait any longer\emdash he had to just HAD TO have the girl for his own if only for a few minutes.\par
\tab The girl\rquote s face was so unique\emdash those eyes, that mouth!  Her skin was so soft, her entire body.  Her entire body.  Checkered blue shorts, just to the knees with knee socks.  For ten, the girl had a decent body\emdash\lquote ceptin\rquote  for the fact that she had no breasts.  But other than that\emdash she had a decent body.  It was that face that was special; Casey saw himself ejaculating onto that sweet face.  The imagine alone caused him to nearly blow his load in his shorts!\par
\tab Casey wasn\rquote t sure how to get the girl to do more than \ldblquote Walk straight\rdblquote , \ldblquote Turn Left\rdblquote , \ldblquote STOP!\rdblquote  and so on\emdash the basic motor function commands.  Getting her to undress herself was a little more taxing\emdash mostly to Casey as he was unfamiliar with the basic command functions of the EMAD.  His lust continued to lure him and drove him to the simple task of undressing the girl himself.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t mind, she didn\rquote t wear complicated clothing; a simple Summery short sleeved shirt with half undershirt and a trainer.  His cock soared to new escalating sexual heights as the girl\rquote s bare chest was revealed to him.  Angela.\par
\tab His nine year old daughter Angela suddenly erupted into his mind.  He had cum on his daughter, shooting wads of spunk onto her sweet-sweet face, squirting jiz onto her breasts having five year old Chrissy lick the spunk matter up.  \par
\tab The Boss\rquote  doings.  The Boss had been manipulative\emdash the deep seeded desires had been locked away, pushed into the darkness and had been manageable to a degree.  There had been times (before the Boss and his infernal EMAD) where Casey had fought with himself while bathing his kids, changing them from \ldblquote accidents\rdblquote .  He had always thought of himself less than a monster for an occasional stray thought or unnatural desire.  \par
\tab But the EMAD.\par
\tab The EMAD was a curse, a ban; but it made all things possible.\par
\tab With Julie topless, Casey wasted no more time and slid her shorts off and then s-l-o-w-l-y tugged her blue tinted panties down.  Lovley--simply fucking lovely.  Not hair one was on the girl\rquote s poon.  It was soft, alluring, virginal.  Casey admired it, ogled it, licked it.  He had no choice, EMAD or no he was driven to put his tongue to the girl\rquote s pussy and that was all there was to it.\par
\tab And he liked it!\par
\tab A lot!\par
\tab Just the slight hint of pee.  Casey was enthralled.  He shook and trembled all over driving his tongue into the girl\rquote s innocence\emdash a daring probing finger into her asshole.  The Deep Seeded desires thrived in him, propelling him to go on and on and on.\par
\tab Tonguing pussy was one thing\emdash\par
\tab In a hurried fashion Casey stripped down his pants and underwear, then laid his pulsing prong against Julie\rquote s cunt and there he began to hump and hump hard.  The desire to penetrate pressed harder against him\emdash but Julie was ten, she was a virgin.  There was no way\emdash just no way.\par
\tab His hands went all over the young girl\rquote s body, squeezing here and there all the while his cock grind hard against her virgin slit.  Soon the sperm was shooting out in a mass pent up quantity.  Casey\rquote s energy level plummeted; his eyes fluttered as his cock surged its liquid ooze.\par
\tab Slowly his lust faded, it was still there, but lull.  For a moment he suckled on the girl\rquote s non-existent breasts; then slowly moved down to lick on her cunny lapping up his own cum!  His fingers worked into the mess, working some of the goo into her cunt with more into her pert little asshole.\par
\tab Greatly did he want to push his prick into her cunt and fuck her brains out.  That was the Deep Seeded desires.  Somehow he managed to curb those desires and be satisfied with what he had done.\par
\tab It wouldn\rquote t last, though.\par
\tab Just soon after delivering Julie back to the fold than did the still horny Casey Brockton cull Hanna Brannon.  She was eleven, taller than Julie, just as sweet in the face and ass with the added bonus of having some titties.  Not much, but there was something.  \par
\tab Uniqueness in the face was a specialty, her smile and dazzling eyes; she sort of had a wide face with a wide smile to match and brought a braid piece of luxurious brown hair over her head to dangling and mix with the rest.  She was a charmer and Casey was obsessed with her.\par
\tab Though there wasn\rquote t sufficient time, Casey slowly undressed her and when he had her at her panties he paused.  Basic white, a nice little muffin greeted him and cum was spurting from his aching pud.  Nice.  Real nice.\par
\tab Using his mouth, he pulled the basic panties down!\par
\tab Once the undies were down enough to fully expose the girl\rquote s pussy, only.  Then he smiled and marveled at the lovely delight and brought his wicked tongue to it to nosh at the gnash.  Hanna wriggled some, peed some; Casey lapped up her cunny juices, fingered her, jammed a finger into her asshole an determined that she was a virgin all around.  A good Christian girl.  \par
\page  \tab Once more and Casey found himself hard pressed to keep from being a statistic and jamming not his finger or tongue but his FINGER and fucking her brains out.\par
\tab Other girls befell Casey\rquote s wiles; his desires were escalating and no age range was \ldblquote out of range.\rdblquote   Beth Cayle befell Casey, as did Courtney Summers and Joy Vermon.  Beth had uniqueness to her face, too; a broad smile, incredible eyes of blue, and she smelled sweet.  Casey couldn\rquote t figure it\emdash but he could finger!\par
\tab The Deep Seeded desires had been released.  \par
\tab Laying in the van beside the naked Beth, Casey let go his morals.  Nothing else mattered; not time, not security, not family, not his Boss, not morals.  All there was was to lay his fingers to Beth\rquote s nakedness and finger-finger-finger.  His cock lay up against her and a desire was to lay on top of her to plunge said cock into her sex.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t but he wanted to.\par
\tab His fingers got a work on fingering the girl\rquote s pussy, parting her legs he delved into her very virgin pooter hole.  His cock surged hard and like with Hanna, he mounted and began humping the girl\rquote s slit.  It was almost as good as being IN the pussy.  Almost.\par
\tab Straddling Beth\rquote s flat eight year old chest Casey brought her head up so as her lips could taste his spurting spunk.  A great quantity came shooting out splashing all over the sweet smelling girl\rquote s face.  Casey moaned his pleasure and beat off furiously until all his sperm was out.\par
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The end is near\par
\tab With a severely aching cock, Casey didn\rquote t do much with his next prize, eight year old Courtney.  Culled from her friends at the evening church service, Casey wasted little time in stripping her down and admiring her nakedness.  Down between her legs he went to apply tongue action; the little girl fussed some and it was noted that the EMAD was \ldblquote a little warm.\rdblquote\par
\tab A blinking light and one of the LCD screens blanking out suggested that there was sincere trouble with the mind altering device.  And when the little naked girl\rquote s eyes bulged and mouth fell agape\emdash there was no doubt.\par
\tab Dropping the Device that had failed, Casey grappled with the stunned girl before she could scream.  The girl was indeed too stunned to scream and too stunned to react properly to the situation about her.  Casey lay on her trying to focus his mind on what to do.  With his hand clamped over her mouth his mind raced; Courtney bit into the flesh of his hand and brought a knee up to his bare naked sweaty gonads.\par
\page\tab Casey\rquote s eyes bulged and he found a sickness where his lust had been.\par
\tab Courtney Summers was too little in body size and already overpowered; but she did the best that she could under the circumstances and from under the bulk of the naked man on top of her.\par
\tab He was in a fix.  \par
\tab Courtney continued to struggle and Casey didn\rquote t know what to do with her\emdash she was totally no longer under mind control.  That sucked.  What to do with a person when they are no longer under mind control, your control?  \par
\tab He sighed and though still reeling from the significant bite wound to his hand AND the knee kick to his sensitive balls, he wrestled with the little naked eight year old rolling her over and bringing her hands back behind her back and holding them there\emdash tightly.\par
\tab Courtney began to wail and continued to struggle\emdash Casey smacked her ass and yelled to her \ldblquote settle down or it\rquote ll get worse for you!\rdblquote\par
\tab The little girl settled but continued to wail just the same.\par
\tab While still sitting perched on Courtney, Casey fished out of his slacks his cell phone and called for help.  It would take ten minutes before the \ldblquote help\rdblquote  would arrive.  Ten long enduring minutes.  Casey did everything he could to soothe the girl\emdash in the back of his mind he had a bad feeling about the soon to arrive help.  He actually thought of calling back and telling the Help that the help was no longer needed, situation resolved.\par
\tab But too late, lights flashed into the van\rquote s cab\emdash the Help had arrived.\par
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\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t want her hurt.\rdblquote  cautioned Casey.\par
\tab\ldblquote Then you shouldn\rquote t have taken her.\rdblquote  Jarred said flatly back to his Employee.  Casey knew that.  He regretted it.  He regretted a lot of things.  Was there no end to it?\par
\tab Jarred had indeed a Back Up EMAD.  \lquote always have a back-up plan.\rquote\par
\tab The little girl, Courtney, was waylaid by the back-up EMAD.\par
\tab But there was a problem.\par
\tab The Back Up EMAD wasn\rquote t potent enough to dink with the girl\rquote s mind, to erase her short term memory; that of which she remembered her abductor\rquote s face.  Of course, being traumatized would essentially foil her exactness but Casey would have to no longer attend the Church (for fear of encountering the girl at some point down the road and being recognized.)\par
\page\tab The girl was missed; parental units and security units were scouring the church area.  Time to go.  Courtney had to go along with the Help while the Abductor re-mingled with the aforementioned units in a search for the missing child.  The Help casually slipped away in the growing darkness leaving his car in the lot; he\rquote d pick it up later\emdash after\'85\par
\tab\ldblquote This is the keycard to the security booth.\rdblquote  Jarred told Casey.  The keycard passed between them and Casey had a case of the heebie-jeebies.  His balls ached and a strong upset resided in the pit of his stomach.\par
\tab Twice did security come into the booth and check the tape.  At neither time did they note that they were not alone in the security booth.  Casey, after emerging from the security locker, slipped out and away.  He made for home and settled in his basement\emdash alone.\par
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Next to the last straw\'85\par
\tab The voices of his children awoke him.\par
\tab He felt awful, physically\emdash his mind was something else all together.\par
\tab The day was getting on, he felt like more crawling under the house\emdash or a good sized rock than facing the day.  In the kitchen he found his children happy and half dressed, running amok and being typical children.  His wife was a little concerned, \lquote where have you been?\rquote\par
\tab He told \ldblquote in the basement, working.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re going to work yourself to death!\rdblquote  she complained, she had seen how much of a drag on his system it was to keep up with the demands of work and social status.  More than once was Janice willing to give up the country club, the wondrous income, the social status and move somewhere less taxing.\par
\tab But Casey wouldn\rquote t hear of it\emdash he was stuck.\par
\tab As the children settled somewhat,\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh, Ms. Bitch was here again.\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey hung his head.  \ldblquote Ms. \ldblquote Bitch\rdblquote  was Janice Semper who was a neighbor.  \par
\tab\ldblquote What she bitching about now?\rdblquote  Casey could only imagine\emdash Ms. Semper liked to bitch just about everything and anything.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, for starters, she claims Boots and Giddget were in her yard.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I doubt that,\rdblquote  Casey drawled staring at his nine year old daughter, Angela, \ldblquote I\rquote ve seen two other black cats similar just like Boots.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I know, I know,\rdblquote  said Janice combing a restless Brad\rquote s hair, \ldblquote but she insists it was our cats.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What time?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote This morning at five.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote She saw Boots and Giddget at five this morning?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No, that\rquote s when she came pecking at the door.\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey wished he would have heard the knock.\par
\tab\ldblquote And she says she heard Gabby barking ALL NITE LONG!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I hardly think so, Gabby hardly barks for one,\rdblquote  \lquote stupid dog thinks she\rquote s a cat!\rquote  \ldblquote I\rquote ll apologize to her but--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote She says she\rquote s going to the Hoe.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Ah crap!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Aw crap!\rdblquote  uttered Brad giggling.  The young boy got a daring warning finger from his Dad.\par
\tab The \ldblquote Hoe\rdblquote  referred to was the infamous Home Owners Association.  The powers that be could be real assholes and troublemakers.  The powers that be were stringent sticklers for the property owners under their thumb.  More than one neighbor had been ousted by the HOA, and more than one neighbor had been ousted by the likes of Janice Semper.\par
\tab Angela came to hug her Daddy, Casey hugged her, patted her butt, got an erection.  He saw her naked, he saw her on her back with her legs open fingering herself saying \ldblquote Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard!\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey wanted to but he held back\emdash somehow.  But with the Deep Seeded desires free could he maintain his morals and keep his cock in his pants?\par
\tab The horn from the school bus blared into the turmoiled mind of Casey; he swatted each child sending them on their way.  Janice, the wife, cleaned up the breakfast table.\par
\tab Courtney.\par
\tab What had the Boss done with Courtney?\par
\tab In the morning news among the other \ldblquote missing\rdblquote  was Courtney Mattherson\rquote s name; another missing eight year old from a chuch.  Casey felt ill and turned off the kitchen mini television under the upper cabinet.  Janice did a quick wash of dishes and said something about something.  Casey wrapped his arms about her.\par
\tab\ldblquote What\rquote s this?\rdblquote  she asked turning about to face him.\par
\tab She was soooo pretty.  How pretty would she be if she knew about his shenanigans with Hanna, Beth, Courtney?  How pretty would she be if she knew about being victimized by Mr. Jamieson?\par
\tab Janice Brockton laid her head against her husband and for a time it was like old times\emdash they slowed danced.  Like they had in the beginning of their mutual lives, embracing one another in a downtown apartment they could barely afford, dancing naked in the early morning hours.\par
\tab They kissed and Casey began to grope his wife\rquote s tits.  Janice was a little awed and taken by her husband\rquote s sudden lust.  She growled and began unbuttoning his shirt\'85\par
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\tab Making love on the kitchen table\emdash it didn\rquote t get no better than that.  Of course, there was that pesky thing called \ldblquote work\rdblquote  that get in the way or Casey would have made love to his wife a lot longer.  He needed to, he needed it and she needed it but they had bills to pay.\par
\tab The drive to work was a long one.\par
\tab Courtney.\par
\tab What had happened to Courtney?  Casey would have thought the Boss would have simply \ldblquote dropped her off\rdblquote  somewhere or something.  Maybe he took her home to his basement.  Maybe.  That wrenching sick feeling that was in his stomach began to fester.\par
\tab The Boss car wasn\rquote t in its designated spot.\par
\tab Casey wondered \ldblquote where the fuck?\rdblquote   Could he be home?  A big sigh, a fart, and a desire to go back and bang the wife some more, and it was off to the office.  The Boss didn\rquote t show until after noon.  He said nothing and went to his office and stayed there.\par
\tab When the day of business was done, Casey casually made way to his car.  He took the long way, paused to chat with the working stiffs, then lingered at the Roach Coach before finally ambling to his car.\par
\tab No sign of the Boss.\par
\tab Should he go see the Boss?\par
\tab Fuck no, go home.\par
\tab Casey did.\par
\tab Straight home where he spent the evening with his children; then when they were safely tucked in bed he showered with his wife.\par
\tab\ldblquote What have you done?\rdblquote  she asked casually knowing full well her hubby of some years had obviously done something (to warrant the unexplained attention of affection.)\par
\tab\ldblquote Just realized how special you are.\rdblquote  Casey replied.\par
\tab There was no way Janice was going to fuck that up.  Take advantage, she didn\rquote t think he was cheating on her, more likely he bought something without consulting her\emdash like a yacht.\par
\tab They slow danced in the shower; the kissing was passionate and Casey strove hard-very hard to alleviate his mind of everything.  Work related and \ldblquote other.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab The plans for the 10\super th\nosupersub  floor were wrong; the basement parking lot was a foot too short and one of the pilings was in the wrong place.  The supplier was having supply problems pushing the pending pour (cement) two days at least back.\par
\tab Courtney.\par
\tab What the fuck had the bastard Boss done with Courtney?\par
\tab A big dinner was planned at the Club, five hundred a plate.  Cracked Crab and Maine Lobster.  A guest speaker and a Hollywood mogul were speaking with some lounge big band playing.\par
\tab Janice\rquote s birthday was coming up; there were those pink pearls she had just about had an orgasm over right there in the store.  Captain Bob had two brand new yachts for sale, one was reasonable and the other was more than the president\rquote s salary\emdash both would not last long.\par
\tab Angela needed braces.\par
\tab Brad needed glasses.\par
\tab The college fund had taken a hit recently with the buying of new furniture, area rug, Oriental rug (cha-ching!) and the wall mirror and tapestry set.  The college fund had to be replaced.  The Vacation fund would have to take a hit\emdash but the kids were looking forward to going somewhere.\par
\tab A Summer going up Lake Mead or Lake Powel would be fun, on a brand new yacht!  Bring the in-laws, his parents, Uncle Bub and his new twenty-year old wife\'85\par
\tab The wife\rquote s car was three years old, not old-old and still in good condition\emdash despite the kids throwing up in it (and other accidents.)  A new car she would flip over; but the pearls would be the real thing.  Pearls in the glove box of a new car?\par
\tab Janice squeezed him and bursted his troublesome thoughts.  He didn\rquote t want to get out\emdash but the phone was ringing.  He held onto his wife a little longer then reluctantly left her.\par
\tab A familiar voice was on the other end.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote d thought you would like to come over.\rdblquote  The Boss said.\par
\tab\lquote Why?\rquote  thought Casey, \lquote so you can fuck me in the ass you sick twisted bastard!?\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Ok.\rdblquote  Said Casey.\par
\tab Janice came out of the bathroom, naked.  In no way did Casey want to leave.  Making love to his wife was tops; making love was everything.  In the beginning, while dating for two years, they fucked constantly.  At football games, at his parents house, at her parents house, the front seat as well as backseat of his car. \par
\page  \tab Once they got their new apartment the rent and turning on the utilities was all that they could afford; friends donated some pieces of furniture; they went to wrok and school stiff and sore from screwing all night on the floor.\par
\tab After marriage; they went to Hawaii for their honeymoon and humped on the beach, the elevator, and stayed three days in their home humping-humping-humping.\par
\tab The happy humpers humped their fill their first year, then it settled to a couple times a week\emdash work and school and socializing knocked their humpings down a notch.  Their passion was still high, though.\par
\tab After Angela, the happy humpers humped once a week.\par
\tab After Brad, the happy humpers humped \ldblquote every so often.\rdblquote\par
\tab After Chrissy, the humpings humped \ldblquote once in a while.\rdblquote\par
\tab The first night in their new house, they humped in every room there was; the kids were at their Casey\rquote s parent\rquote s house far-far away.  They humped on the back patio, in the pool, in the garage, and even on the front lawn.  After officially moving in with the kids the happy humpers settled their humping back to a normal r\'e9gime of casual humping \ldblquote whenever the mood struck them.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jarred Jamieson\rquote s house was five blocks away \ldblquote up on a hill\rdblquote  in the Mansion District.  Million dollar homes where hired help was standard, limos were common, and every home had a yacht on the attached lake.\par
\tab The Caddy usually parked in the personal/private drive was gone; the Missus was gone to her parents to visit Daddy who was ill and possibly close to death.  Arlene Jamieson stood to inherit enough money to wipe out the current national debt.\par
\tab Mr. Jamieson greeted his Emp at the door.\par
\tab Obediently, Casey entered in.  The feel of his wife lingered heavily on his mind\emdash and on his cock.  He had found that making love to her he was able to push away the Darkness and the Deep Seeded desires.  The faces of the girls he had been with recently came in flashes\emdash they didn\rquote t linger; only the sweet smell of some of them did.  But that was okay, he drove his prick into Janice and emptied his mind of whimsy.\par
\tab A drink was offered to Casey, he accepted out of courtesy but wanted to be alcohol free to sort of hopefully keep his wits about him.  Jamieson was dressed in a royal blue robe and matching slippers.  His college ring was a bit big, grandiose (and for a reason); his wedding ring, and his Masonic ring, all stood out\emdash for a reason. \par
\tab There was no necklace about his neck, it wasn\rquote t his style.\par
\page\tab No earrings, either, and he seriously frowned on any employee who didn\rquote t wear a bra having earrings in their ears.  A very expensive watch occupied space on one wrist while a medical alert bracelet was on the other.  Casey wondered what kind of medical condition did the whacked out ass bastard have?\par
\tab Whatever it was\emdash it was a secret.  Casey didn\rquote t care, he just wanted the man to die.  That was a terrible thing to think\emdash but he thought it and that was that.\par
\tab Jamieson led the way to the basement.\par
\tab Two children were in the basement clad in their underwear.  The boy was older at about eight years while the girl was a couple years younger.  They were \ldblquote stunned\rdblquote  sitting up on a single sized bed.\par
\tab\ldblquote What the--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Just something a little extra,\rdblquote  said Jamieson, \ldblquote thought you might like to join in.\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey wanted to flee.\par
\tab\ldblquote I saw the boy \ldblquote checking out\rdblquote  the girl.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s curious, wants to see a girl, any girl, naked.\rdblquote   So Jamieson thought he would help the lad out\emdash then help himself after.\par
\tab Using the EMAD, Jamieson had the boy stand up and push down his own underwear.  The boy had dark hair with half of it hanging down at an angle across the left side of his face.  He was a cutey, though, Casey liked him, \lquote specially naked.\par
\tab Jamieson stood swirling his drink; his robe had opened revealing his staff.  Casey felt a little uneasy\emdash how would THIS one end?  The little boy stood still, his underwear at his ankles, his little penis naked and shriveled up just aching to be fondled.\par
\tab The little girl was cute, too; she had long straight blond hair.  Nothing too remarkable about her but that was ok.  Casey noted that the little girl looked similar to his own daughter\emdash and would be moreso if she had shorter hair\emdash or Chrissy had longer hair.\par
\tab Jamieson manipulated the boy via the EMAD in his non-drinking hand and the naked lad stepped out of his underwear, turned and tugged down Amber\rquote s panties.\par
\page\tab Shaun then open the girl\rquote s legs and \ldblquote go down\rdblquote  on her.  He was partially aware\emdash not aware of where he was or who else was with him, just the fact that he was naked and the naked Amber was with him, too.  Casey couldn\rquote t help it, as soon as the boy began tonguing Amber\rquote s six year old cunt, he got wood.  Jamieson, after sitting down the EMAD, began to stroke his prick.\par
\tab Casey stroked his after hauling it out.  What was he horny about?  The boy, the girl, the boy licking out the girl\rquote s little slit of a pussy?  The boy\rquote s wriggling ass, dangling testicle sac.\par
\tab Yeah, that was it.\par
\tab Without the Boss\rquote  input (maybe), Casey approached the naked boy and began caressing the lad\rquote s ass.  Shaun didn\rquote t look up but continued his tonguing.  Little Amber twisted some\emdash mostly due to the intense \ldblquote tickle\rdblquote  factor coming from her little pussy.\par
\tab Shaun licked and licked, Amber twisted and twisted; Casey fondled and fondled.  Then he was up behind the boy schlepping his salami against the boy\rquote s bum, grinding it against the flesh before gliding it up and down the crack with a few pokes and prods to the boy\rquote s hole for added good measure.\par
\tab It was a slow-slow progress\emdash process.  Determination was one thing if not everything\emdash Casey was determined to make full anal entry.  The boy was way too young for that but Casey was determined to bury as much of his treasure stick into the boy\rquote s booty regardless.\par
\tab Jarred Jamieson came over and furiously masturbated, watching his young adult Employee doing the naughty.  Casey got the head of his stick in and a bit of shaft\emdash just a bit.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Shove it in him!\rdblquote  called out the Boss in a semi demanding tone.\par
\tab Casey drove his pole a little further into the boy\rquote s tight non-giving asshole.  The boy began to feel it and wriggle about more.  Casey pulled out, avoided his Boss\rquote  glare, and spanked the boy with his throbbing cock.\par
\tab The act of full anal penetration to Shaun was taken care of by Jarred.\par
\tab Little Amber.  Ah, what a cutey!  While Jarred committed the horrible act to Shaun, Casey lay beside the naked Amber\emdash fingering her with his hard cock grinding against her thigh.\par
\tab No thoughts, none\emdash none to disturb the happening that was happening; if he \ldblquote thought\rdblquote  of what he was doing it would disturb him and he didn\rquote t want that.  It was a difficult struggle to push away the wrongness of his doing\emdash he wanted simply to enjoy the immediate doing and revel in it.\par
\tab Of course, the cries of the young boy in his midst disturbed him.\par
\page\tab Jarred Jamieson was a little rough and unfortunately for the boy\emdash he was aware.  Jarred Jamieson didn\rquote t care and thrusted deeply into the boy; griping Shaun\rquote s hips and slamming himself with great reverence (much to Shaun\rquote s dismay and anguish.)\par
\tab Casey turned his attention solely to the little girl; rolling on top of her to grind his dick right in her trench.  He humped therein\emdash his body locked in a prone position with only his hips moving.  The girl\rquote s face was angelic-like; she smiled sweetly with twinkling heavenly eyes.  That face!  So white, creamy\emdash\par
\tab Speaking of creamy\'85\par
\tab A great gob of man juice suddenly exploded from his prick shooting up her little body to splash on her chin.  Casey moved up, grinding his cock all the while to spew the rest of his ball juice onto her face with the pressing of the tip of his cum squirter into her mouth.\par
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nearing the end\par
\tab Seven minutes after five and there was a disturbance.\par
\tab A dull haze existed in his mind; his eyes hurt; his body and especially MAN parts were in a category of ache all their own.  For a moment he lay still; beside him his lifemate slumbered along unaware of the \ldblquote disturbance.\rdblquote\par
\tab The disturbance.\par
\tab At first it had been elusive awakening Casey with a startle.  His senses took some time to regather.  He was about to return to sleep when the disturbance came again\emdash this time more defined.  A knock.  A rapid succession of rapping\emdash knocking on the front door downstairs.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shit-fuck-son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  he bitched aloud.  \par
\tab Nothing from his wife.\par
\tab Casey lay still\emdash there was a pause between the rapid knocking, it could be no one else but the other \ldblquote Janice\rdblquote  in his life, the nosey bothersome bitchy neighbor.  \par
\tab Of course, it could be the cops\'85\par
\tab Griping to himself he made way to the window and peered down.\par
\tab No flashing lights.\par
\tab Struggling to get his eyes open he saw a lone figure in a robe.\par
\tab Janice.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fucking whore-slut-bitch!\rdblquote  he said aloud.\par
\tab Sighing he debating on shinning her on and going back to bed.\par
\tab But a third rapping from the nosey bitchy neighbor prompted him to go see what the fuck was her problem before she woke up everyone in the house.  \par
\tab Usually she went away after the third disturbance but she was sometimes persistent, too.  Casey found her with her hair in disarray, arms folded clutching her nightgown with a scowl etched upon her 40yr old something face.\par
\tab There was no \ldblquote Good morning!\rdblquote  from Janice, the first thing out of her mouth was \ldblquote Your animals are keeping me awake!\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey knew it wasn\rquote t his animals, maybe once in awhile which was why she pegged him \lquote cause at least once they WERE responsible\emdash but not all the time.\par
\tab The thing with Janice was, and she made it a point to point it out and let it be known, she was a city police dispatcher.  She worked the third shift and it was \ldblquote very hard\rdblquote , stressful, and she needed her sleep.  \par
 \tab But she didn\rquote t sleep well any hours (not without help) but she couldn\rquote t rightly take the added benefit of sleep aids due to having be very alert during her shift.\par
\tab No matter how many times Casey defended his animals, Janice was unmoving and very muchly uncaring.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m going to report you to the Hoe!\rdblquote  she said in a huff and stormed off.\par
\tab Casey leaned against the open door,\par
\tab\ldblquote One more reported \ldblquote incident\rdblquote  to the Authority and legal action will have to begin.\rdblquote\par
\tab Legal action.  That meant means of termination from the Home Owners Association and one step from other pursuits of litigation to force out the Brockton family from their home as unfit residents. \par
\tab Boots wrapped about his bare leg mewing lightly and purring.\par
\tab Giddget came up from behind stretching, yawning, and lightly mewing, too.  The kitties had been inside and not in the neighbor\rquote s yard as proclaimed.  Gabby, too, the family dog.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fucking bitch!\rdblquote  Casey yelled out\emdash hopefully loud enough for her to hear before she entered her front door.\par
\tab She was going to cause trouble for sure.  It was no doubt the bitch would call the Home Owners Association Authority.  Whether or not the HOAA would push for Casey to move elsewhere wasn\rquote t certain, he knew most of the members of the hierarchy; some were ok, some were level headed, some were assholes.  \par
\tab The Boss was in among that elite group of snooty snobs\emdash would he have some pull if it were so needed?  Casey shook his head\emdash what the fuck was he thinking!?  To ask the Boss to help out on such a matter!?  OMG!  He was already deeply involved with the bastard as it was\emdash the man had him by the balls\emdash the man had him on video tape taking tools and equipment from the construction; the man had him balling the secretary\rquote s daughter who was his babysitter to boot; the man had video of him molesting church girls (one of which was still missing.)\par
\tab   \ldblquote Stay!\rdblquote  Casey said fuming a little to his \ldblquote animals.\rdblquote   He shut the door and stomped off to visit the troublesome neighbor.\par
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\tab Janice Semper opened the door.\par
\tab There was no \ldblquote Good morning, neighbor!\rdblquote  from the visitor.  He simply punched her dead in the face.\par
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\pard\par
I hate you so much\par
\tab Janice stumbled back and toppled; blood gushing from her nose.\par
\tab The visitor wasted no time\emdash driven by his fury he pounced on the divorced woman pounding her face until she lay still in an unconscious state of being.  The fury of the visitor waned, but only a little.  He sat straddling the woman staring at her, right thru her to the floor she lay on where a small amount of blood began to pool.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck.\rdblquote  he said with still a slight aire of pissed-offedness reigning high.  He knew he had fucked up.  Being forced to move would be nothing in comparison than being forced to give up his freedom.  And it was all because of the bitch he straddled.\par
\tab Slamming the front door, Casey stood staring at the woman who appeared to be lifeless; her blood on the linoleum floor spreading out some.  As his anger subsided he realized how much he was in trouble.  He kicked the woman\rquote s oddly cocked right leg; she didn\rquote t move.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  he bitched.\par
\tab Closing his eyes he shook his head\emdash this was not what he had intended.\par
\tab His hand hurt and was very nearly broken.  From the very nice refrigerator he got some ice from the freezer and soaked his hand in the ice bin thinking.\par
\tab There was no doubt about it\emdash he was screwed.\par
\page\par
\tab No matter how much pull the Boss may have with city officials\emdash Casey Brockton was screwed-screwed-screwed.  It wasn\rquote t a pleasant thought and he would more than likely be accused of several other atrocities and the investigation would most likely doom him to a freedomless existence in some dark-deep-dank hole of inhumanity of which was prison life.\par
\tab\ldblquote FUCKING WHORE!\rdblquote  he bitched aloud.  \par
\tab Driven by anger, Casey went to the lifeless Janice Semper and ripped her robe off and shucked her purple panties.  Then, with her legs pushed open wide he slammed his cock into her sex and \ldblquote fucked her brains out.\rdblquote\par
\tab Janice never stirred or fluttered her eyes.\par
\tab Casey drove his prick into the woman, emptying his mind of everything.  He wanted nothing to interfere with his mindset; he was determined to fuck the woman and fuck her hard.  He only wished the bitch were alive\'85\par
\tab It was quite a fuck, regardless that only one of them was aware of it.\par
\tab Aferwards\'85\par
\tab Casey lay on the lifeless neighbor, \ldblquote you fucking slut bitch.\rdblquote  he mouthed.  If anyone was to be booted out of the community it should be her.  Now she was dead and a whole new batch of problems she was creating.  Even in death, the bitch was trouble.\par
\tab Sitting back he looked at the blood, then all the other places his hands had been.  Not good.  Not good to leave evidence\emdash\lquote specially with the woman have sons in the police department where one was a detective.\par
\tab From under the sink there was a bottle of bleach.\par
\tab After putting a plastic trash bag over the woman\rquote s head he moved her gently out of the way and got busy with the bleaching of the linoleum floor.  He poured bleach for no good reason other than \ldblquote just because\rdblquote  onto Janice\rquote s cum laden pussy.  Spreading the lips of her cunt he poured the bleach into her sex; then poured the evidence eradicating liquid all over her body.\par
\tab Using rubbing alcohol\emdash also from under the sink\emdash Casey wiped down the doorknob and everything else he had \ldblquote touched.\rdblquote   Then he squatted before the lifeless Janice.  What to do what to do\'85\par
\tab He feared detectives finding some hair fiber of his on her body.  He could soak her in a tub of bleach AND alcohol and some wise CSI putz would find that one miniscule fiber linking him.\par
\tab That just wouldn\rquote t do.\par
\tab She would essentially have to be removed from the scene\emdash taking all trace elements with her.  Remove her from the scene?  Remove her where?  How?  \lquote always have a back-up plan.\rquote\par
\tab Having no back-up plan planned he sat and brooded.\par
\tab\ldblquote FUCKING WHORE!\rdblquote\par
\tab It would be daylight soon.  The kids would be up, his wife would be up.  He had to go to work.\par
\tab Work.\par
\tab Mr. Jamieson.\par
\tab The Boss.\par
\tab Sighing, farting, and kicking Janice\rquote s lifeless body cussing and condemning her he called the Boss.  \ldblquote I have a problem.\rdblquote  he said flatly and plainly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Alright, maybe I can help.\rdblquote\par
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\tab Just before the rays of sun came sparkling thru the great elms dotting the backyards the Boss and Employee wrestled into the back end of the Boss\rquote  Jag a \ldblquote heavy cumbersome\rdblquote  object.  It was wrapped in a several black plastic yard bags and then a great throw rug.\par
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\tab Casey sat quietly in the passenger seat his heart racing dramatically as his mind raced hurtling down a dead-end street to a brick wall.  The Boss listened to classical music and said nothing as they easily guided out of their city and out to a lone back road that led to some mountain towns.\par
\tab Forty minutes later and the Jag turned off to a more remote road that led out to some farms and ranches.  The road was paved and very twisty, up and down hills and around them, once under them\'85\par
\tab Then the paved road ended and the last ranch waved goodbye.\par
\tab The first hill was a dousy but apparently, Mr. Jamieson had been there before and gently with ease guided the powerful (and expensive) Jag along the narrow dirt road to the top where there was only a brief level area before descending down the \ldblquote hill\rdblquote .\par
\tab Once at the bottom there was a cement bridge crossing over a decent creek.  The area was very overgrown with weeds and bushes, wild roses and the like.  Walnut trees were everywhere, there was an abandoned farm nearby and half a mile further and the second hill started going up further into the Horn Mountains where some semblance of civilization lay in the midst of a small resort town not far from a large dammed lake.\par
\tab Meanwhile, back at the bridge.\par
\tab Jamieson parked the car and got out.\par
\tab Casey followed as the Boss went to a small almost unseen trail that led down to the creek.  The man didn\rquote t go all the way but stood to pee.  Casey almost bumped into him, halted and felt embarrassed.\par
\tab\ldblquote No one hardly comes this way,\rdblquote  Jamieson said as he peed, \ldblquote it\rquote s the back road; the rangers come this way during fire season and a few adventurers but by then the creek is dry and no need to stop.\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey wasn\rquote t sure what the man was getting at.\par
\tab After the pee, the two returned to the car and retrieved Janice contained inside the rug and garbage bags.  The rug and bags were removed and the woman was taken down the trail to the creek.  Trekking along the creek\rquote s edge was difficult at best without having the difficulty of carrying a full grown woman.  Up under the bridge was the destination to the abutment, that place where the bridge was structured coming out of the ground.\par
\tab Casey noted a fresh mound and the remnants of two others.\par
\tab Oh My God!\par
\tab Casey\rquote s pounding heart stopped and dropped into his stomach.\par
\tab\ldblquote Sweet holy son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote\par
\tab The Boss said nothing but handed Casey a shovel.\par
\tab Was one of the mounds the final resting place for Courtney, too?\par
\tab The shovel pounded the dirt onto the fresh new mound; the Boss maneuvered some boulders onto the mound that didn\rquote t look too much like a mound but to the astute eye it did.  In time it would wear down; coyotes and wolves would take their toll on the mounds (and what was contained within); the weather and subsequent Spring thawing would basically erase evidence.\par
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\tab The drive back to town was awfully quiet.  Casey felt awful.  He weighed the consequences and didn\rquote t like the outcome on either end.  He concluded that \ldblquote what was done was done.\rdblquote  and that was it.  On the plus side, no more 5AM wake up calls from Janice Semper, no more warned letters   from the Home Owners Association.  But still\'85\par
\tab How deeply was in with the Boss?\par
\tab Pretty deep it was assumed.  If he thought the Boss had him by the balls for his thieving and sexual misdeeds\emdash murder and disposing of the body certainly topped that.\par
\tab Before entering their distraught city, Jarred turned off to a smaller town on the outskirts and into the lot of a convenience store.  Both men were a little grubby, smelling, and in need of something to quench their thirst.  Casey\rquote s mood had soured\emdash he couldn\rquote t shake the horrible feeling that no longer existed in his stomach as that feeling now persisted all over him.\par
\page\tab After making their purchase, the Boss bought Casey\rquote s, they merged to the shaded area outside to seat themselves at the picnic table there.  Casey had a million questions\emdash most of which, \ldblquote was Courtney among the \ldblquote mounds\rdblquote  under the bridge?  How many mounds in total? And lots more questions\emdash but he kept them to himself.\par
\tab Presently there was some eye candy to distract his mind.\par
\par
\tab Peggy Banner, twenty-four years young; short sassy style blond hair, light make-up, lithe body extraordinaire despite having a child\emdash but the child, Jenny, was three years young.  \par
\tab The woman was in good shape; college girl, worked part time for a local charity, and was active in some sports.  None of those fields helped her ward off the attack to her mind.  In her own large SUV the young woman lay wriggling with the partial awareness that what was happening to her was not right.  But there was nothing she could do as the powerful force against her (mind) was overwhelming.\par
\tab\ldblquote Empty your mind of whimsy\rdblquote  some old Asian fart had said to him once; when trying to calm himself before taking a massive anal clenching college exam he listened to the words of a Chinese mystic.  Spending over a hundred thousand dollars to attend a prestigious school wasn\rquote t something to fluff off\emdash he had to pass the exams and pass them well if he was to ever land a good job\emdash a job good enough to pay back the student loan.\par
\tab Empty your mind of whimsy.  A big task\emdash there was a lot of \ldblquote whimsy\rdblquote  in there and it thoroughly confounded Casey Brockton.  At length, though, he settled onto Peggy; his hands groped her 32Cs, tweaking the nipples thru her ribbed green short sleeved shirt with a big yellow daisy emblazoned on the front.  The woman was aware of being groped\emdash she was aware of being laid out in the middle seat that had been folded down AND a strange man was on top of her\emdash pinning her down.\par
\tab The strange man groped hard her sex, squeezing her pussy with dramatic fashion.  Peggy tried moving but it was like there were more strangers holding her down and her efforts were nullified.\par
\tab Soon the strange man was pulling off Peggy\rquote s top.\par
\tab Peggy went berserk\emdash but again, there obviously was more than one man holding her as she just couldn\rquote t move!  The strange man she couldn\rquote t identify if she tried\emdash his face seemed obliterated with no distinguishing marks whatsoever.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Get off me!\rdblquote  she managed to mutter.\par
\tab Casey cocked his head and stared at her, then continued groping her breasts, removing her bra and taking his time.  Peggy was not amused and with the removal of her bra realized just how much trouble she was in.  She realized what was pending and she went thru the gamut of emotions of being disgusted to horrified; pissed off and frightened.  \par
\tab The stranger\rquote s mouth came to her womanly breasts, sucking them, kneading them, tweaking the nipples as if they were his own personal playthings.  Peggy managed to twist her body; it only resulted in a huge blinding flash of light that was like a slap in the face.  For a long while thereafter there was nothing\emdash\par
\tab Casey undone the woman\rquote s pants noting the blank stare from her eyes.\par
\tab Peggy was no long \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  of being victimized\emdash she was no longer aware of anything.  It was Peggy who had managed to \ldblquote remove whimsy\rdblquote  from her mind.  Emptiness\emdash darkness\emdash stillness.  There was only a vastness of nothingness.  In essence\emdash peace.\par
\tab Casey slipped off Peggy\rquote s pants, beside him, Jarred slipped off the three year old\rquote s panties.  Like a sucker punch to the stomach, Casey felt ill.  The man beside him had no morals\emdash none.  With the tyke\rquote s yellow nappy terrycloth panties off, Jarred \ldblquote went down\rdblquote  on her.\par
\tab The cad!\par
\tab Casey couldn\rquote t believe it.  And when the child fussed as she was not under the control of the minding device\emdash Jarred clenched tightly her ankles together, raised her legs, and assailed her bottom with great force\emdash repeatedly.\par
\tab The child\rquote s screams came to the point whereas she couldn\rquote t be heard\emdash she had reached that pivotal level where no audio was capable of being heard.\par
\tab Casey turned his attention back to Peggy\emdash emptying his mind of whimsy as he did so.  Peggy squirmed beneath him, made some facial expressions, and got hardened nipples.  Casey drove his prick into the woman\rquote s sex somewhat thinking of his wife, Janice.  That made him feel good and downplayed the horror that surrounded him.\par
\tab With his eyes closed he blocked out the goings on beside him; it was getting hot in the SUV; his body was tired, sweaty, and not all that enthused about submitting to naughty business.  He gave his all to the woman, then lay on her to suckle her breasts.  His eyes opened to see his Boss with his head down between the distraughted little girl licking out her pussy.\par
\page\tab Casey thought of his daughters, Angela and Chrissy.  Could he willingly be so deplorable with them?  He thought of Angela, his oldest girl at the ripe young age of nine years.  She was flat chested, hairless poon; she had a wondrous little tight butt\emdash when he patted her, looked upon her, caught sight of her naked\emdash he got an erection.\par
\tab But did that mean he wanted to fuck her?\par
\tab Did getting a boner mean what it meant\emdash that he wanted to rub on her, spill his seed, hump on her pussy, ass, face?  As she got older would he then want to suckle on her breasts?\par
\tab The thoughts of being naughty with his daughter prompted him to begin firing off a round of liquid love into Peggy Banner\rquote s pussy.  His mind emptied of whimsy he began to drive like a train pounding the woman\rquote s cunt with great reverence delivering a massive quantity of love cream in quick time.\par
\tab Beside him, Jarred Jamieson was humping the woman\rquote s daughter.\par
\tab Just the tip of Jarred\rquote s manly penis had penetrated little Jenny\rquote s cunt; had his cock been a little harder and not so worn out with previous expeditions to young holes he might have made further entry.  Jarred Jamieson didn\rquote t care how old the person he was screwing or attempting to screw\emdash just so long as he screwed and got his rocks off.\par
\tab And he did\emdash a substantial amount of goo splurted from his cock causing the man to announce loudly his pleasure, \ldblquote OH YEAH!\rdblquote  among other nonsensical terms indicating sexual release.\par
\tab Jenny fussed so and possibly to keep her from receiving more of the horrid Boss\rquote  wrath, Casey moved off of the girl\rquote s Mother and clamped his hand over her mouth.  Then with his lips at her ear he hushed her, cooed to her.\par
\tab Jarred humped the child\rquote s soiled pussy getting all of the sexual pleasure he could.  Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote Lick it up.\rdblquote  he demanded of his perverted murderous Employee.\par
\tab Casey came to his Boss\rquote  cum squirter and sucked it clean\emdash the member didn\rquote t soften right off and still jutted bits of cum.  Casey sucked it then lapped up all of the sperm from Jenny\rquote s cunt and stomach.  Then he licked her little broken-in cunny until he was once more \ldblquote ready.\rdblquote\par
\page\par
The ending draws near\par
\tab The power of the EMAD was amazing.  Simply-fucking-amazing.  The power of the Electronic Mind Altering Device had more than a simple \ldblquote dark side\rdblquote ; it not only affected the mind of the Subject but also the mind of the User.  It was power.  Empowerment.  The power over others.  It was an intoxicating thing that was no so indifferent than that of an addiction to illicit/illegal drugs.\par
\tab Once more Casey found himself in possession of an EMAD.\par
\tab There was an awareness that he was sinking further and further into insanity.  But inasmuch as he knew it\emdash he didn\rquote t want to stop the progression.  Like those poor bastards hooked on their drugs, Casey couldn\rquote t cut himself loose from the amazing powers of the EMAD.\par
\tab The EMAD took him to a new incident.\par
\tab Just beyond Casey exclusive neighborhood was a neighborhood where the middle class enjoyed a pleasing lifestyle.  There were roving security guards, pole mounted security cameras, and other measures to ward against EMAD use.\par
\tab None of those helped out in the new adventure for Casey.\par
\tab On Berklynn St. about the middle of the street Casey found his newest adventure.  Two young boys ran amok about a house\emdash primary purpose was to avoid a young girl who was chasing them.  \par
\tab No car in the drive, but evidence that two cars parked there.\par
\tab The little girl giggled as she chased after her brother and his friend; it wasn\rquote t a real running chase like \ldblquote tag\rdblquote  or something\emdash she was just following them like pesky little siblings like to do to their older siblings.  More than once did the brotherly sibling shout back \ldblquote STOP FOLLOWING US!\rdblquote\par
\tab The little girl, about seven, did so\emdash for half a minute.\par
\tab The half a minute was all that was needed for the boys to try and elude the pesky girl; they ran about the house, hiding in the shrubs against the house; hiding UNDER the house\emdash but that didn\rquote t last long \lquote cause despite being boys and adventurous and so on\emdash there were spiders, scorpions, the boogie man, swamp monster, and dankness that prompted the boys to scurry out from beneath and seek shelter somewhere else.\par
\tab No matter where the boys hid, though, the girl found them.  She was good.  She had natural instinctive intuitiveness and after only a minute or so of searching found her brother and his friend and announced loudly \ldblquote FOUND YOU!\rdblquote\par
\page\tab Finally, the girl\rquote s brother had had enough and yelled \ldblquote QUIT IT!\rdblquote  and was very angry.  This only caused the girl to fold her arms and begin to pout.  The pouting resulted in crying.  The crying would result in a spanking from their Mother when she got home.\par
\tab The boy tried desperately to soothe his upset sister\emdash she was faking it, acting upset.  The brother took his crying sib into the house from the backyard.  In the kitchen he fetched cookies, milk, juice, more cookies; his yoyo.  \par
\tab\ldblquote What do you want?\rdblquote  asked Patrick, the boy not the girl\rquote s brother.\par
\tab The girl, Emily, shrugged and continued to be unhappy.  \ldblquote I want to play with you guys!\rdblquote  she said.\par
\tab It was a dire situation\emdash there WERE girls Emily\rquote s age, but only a few and they lived houses down left and right.  Emily, and the other young girls, were too young to be out on their own.  Calvin and Patrick were ten and they, too, were too young.  At ten, Calvin and Patrick were also too young to be out and even to be at home alone!\par
\tab Why they were wasn\rquote t known\emdash nor cared.\par
\tab Over the course of the next few minutes the trio of kids were not fully aware of what was going on with them\emdash but the next thing they knew was mind boggling to say the least.\par
\tab On the enclosed patio off from the kitchen little Emily Stennly lay with a jump rope tying her young hands together tightly together.  Her overall short-tall jeans were at her ankles, along with her panties.  The little girl wasn\rquote t too overly effected by the powers of the EMAD but she had been subdued enough to \ldblquote correct\rdblquote  her as well as subdue her.\par
\tab The girl\rquote s brother, Calvin, and his friend, Patrick, stood fully clothed in utter amazement.\par
\tab Then a voice spoke unto them,\par
\tab\ldblquote Take off your clothes.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh shit.\rdblquote  Said Calvin aloud.\par
\tab There was nothing from Patrick\emdash but he had a need to go to the bathroom\'85\par
\tab\ldblquote Take \lquote em off, or else.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Or else what?\rdblquote  asked foolishly Calvin.\par
\tab Suddenly the boys saw Emily\rquote s legs being lifted and then a hard-very hard smack to her ass.  Calvin lost his ability to breath.  What was used to inflict the smack to his sister\rquote s ass was unknown\emdash not too mention he couldn\rquote t see WHO had administered the smack in the first place!\par
\tab\ldblquote Take \lquote em off, or she gets more.\rdblquote\par
\tab Patrick was undressing but Calvin held fast, his confusion interrupting his thoughts (and actions.)  \ldblquote Who the fu--\rdblquote  he blurted partly, \ldblquote Why you doing this?  Who are you?\rdblquote\par
\tab No answer from the \ldblquote whoever\rdblquote , only a swift and deliberate smack to Emily\rquote s already searing ass.\par
\tab\ldblquote She will suffer the longer you remain clothed.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Take you clothes off, stupid!\rdblquote  said Patrick shoving his friend.  Patrick was naked.  His willy was shriveled up and after the shove to Calvn he held his hands embarrassingly over his boy parts.\par
\tab Slowly did Calvin undo his pants and push them down.  Then he stood in his underwear and shirt.  Emily received another hard (very hard) smack to her ass causing her to reach that high pitched point where her scream was no longer audible.\par
\tab\ldblquote DUDE!\rdblquote  cried out Patrick.\par
\tab Calvin whirled around, \ldblquote WHAT?\rdblquote\par
\tab Patrick had to tell him to take off his shirt AND underwear, \ldblquote Get naked, the bastard wants you to be naked!\rdblquote\par
\tab The words from Patrick\rquote s mouth seemed to have more effect on Calvin\rquote s mind than from directly the Voice.\par
\tab Still, though, Calvin was confused and only slowly removed his shirt and underwear.  Once Calvin\rquote s underpants were at his ankles, though,\par
\tab\ldblquote Rub his ass.\rdblquote\par
\tab Patrick\rquote s heart stopped.  It literally stopped as his mind tried to wrap itself about what the Voice had said.\par
\tab\ldblquote Say what the fuck!?\rdblquote  Patrick asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Rub his ass, or she gets it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Patrick didn\rquote t want to see any harm to the little girl\emdash sure, she was a pest, but she was a kid.\par
\tab So he rubbed.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take your hand away.\rdblquote  said sternly the Voice.\par
\tab Patrick hesitated a second or two then removed his free hand from concealing his prick\emdash which had strangely began to stiffen.\par
\tab\ldblquote You like rubbing your friend\rquote s ass?\rdblquote  asked the Voice.\par
\tab\ldblquote FUCK YOU!\rdblquote  shouted Patrick.\par
\tab Emily let loose a serious scream as her ass was smacked hard by what was later determined to be a belt.  The girl\rquote s hands were binded together tightly by the jump rope that was tied about a porch post.  She was held fast and in great turmoil.\par
\page\tab Patrick smoothed his hand over Calvin\rquote s smooth boyish ass and though he stood twisting trying to either hide his growing erection or hide his growing erection in denying that he DID like rubbing his hand onto his friend\rquote s bare ass.\par
\tab And from \ldblquote rubbing\rdblquote  to standing up behind him, rubbing his dick against his best friend\rquote s ass.  Calvin\rquote s eyes bulged with awe, mouth agape as behind him his bestest-best friend performed a homosexual act against him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  Calvin mouth.\par
\tab The Voice smiled and revealed himself to the trio, none of them would be able to remember him later\emdash no definitive marks distinguishing or otherwise.  They couldn\rquote t remember the color of his eyes, hair, how tall he was, did he need a shave, or anything.  He was nude, he was a man\emdash that was it.\par
\tab After rubbing his erection all over his friend\rquote s ass, Patrick went to his knees and began kissing his friend\rquote s ass.  Calvin was freaking out\emdash but there was more\emdash lots more to freak the fuck out about.  Lots more.\par
\tab Calvin bent over and Patrick\rquote s face went into the crack.  Clenching, grimacing, wincing and finding it hard to breath, Calvin spread his cheeks and endured being \ldblquote tongued.\rdblquote\par
\tab It was gross and way gross to be tonguing a dude\rquote s hole\emdash he farted from there, POOPED from there!  Luckily, for Patrick, Calvin was a good wiper and hadn\rquote t taken a poop that day.  And luckily for Patrick, the Voice only had him lick the hole a few seconds.  When he stood, Calvin turned about and went to his knees.  The Voice commanded him to take his friend\rquote s member\emdash\ldblquote and suck it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Both boys retched at the pending deed.  Neither boy had ever done such a thing or thought of such.  Well, Calvin hadn\rquote t.  Under dire duress, Patrick admitted that he was curious about what a dude\rquote s dong would taste like.\par
\tab After sucking his friend\rquote s schlong for a couple of minutes, Calvin was ordered to stand.  Then, both boys embraced one another\emdash hands on the other\rquote s ass\emdash their mouths pressed together with tongues in the other\rquote s mouth exploring.\par
\tab Then Patrick took Calvin\rquote s willy into his mouth and sucked the near life out of it.  Neither boy particular cared for \ldblquote cocksucking\rdblquote ; the member was a little displeasing in taste inasmuch as was the whole concept of cocksucking.\par
\tab Then the two took turns sucking the life out of the Voice\rquote s cock.\par
\tab Neither boy particularly cared for that task, either\emdash the Voice\rquote s member was bigger, long, thicker, hotter.  The Voice\rquote s member, too, squirted into their mouths and made them gag, choke, and nearly spew.\par
\tab But as they went on (to be commanded by the Voice) there were more reasons to gag, choke, and spew.  Such as more rim jobbing followed by anal exploration via sodomy.  Calvin was first\emdash er, that is to say Calvin drove his seriously hard schlong into Patrick\rquote s seriously tight sphincter.  More anal play using his fingers and spittle before he (Calvin) finally managed to get the head of his johnny into his friend\rquote s hole.\par
\tab S-l-o-w-l-y did Calvin go pushing every inch of his ten year old schlong into his friend\rquote s ten year old asshole.  Both boys grimaced as the act that was sodomy took place.  Little Emily lay in awe watching the act take place right before her eyes. \par
\tab Once \ldblquote all the way in\rdblquote  Calvin then proceeded to proceed with that which was sodomy and begin to pump.  The pumping overtook the disgust that was sodomy; replaced by good feelings as his throbbing hard cock reveled in superior tingling feelings that overpowered all ills.  It no longer mattered that the hole Calvin\rquote s cock dwelled in was his best friend\rquote s OR that the hole was a boy hole.  A hole was a hole and it felt GOOD!\par
\tab Soon and Calvin was pumping furiously\emdash almost as furiously as he did when he took his hand to his johnny and hammered it.  But that wasn\rquote t often; usually he humped his bed, occasionally he found his sister\rquote s panties wrapped about his organ, sometimes his eyes stared at his naked sister OR his naked Mom.\par
\tab Occasionally\emdash occasionally did Calvin rub his penis against his sister\rquote s bare butt.  It costed him five dollars of his allowance to do so.  But just against her bare butt.  For free she let him see her nakedness whole; for free she let him masturbate in front of her.  She also wrapped her fingers about his erection and took over masturbation\emdash for free.  But that was all.\par
\tab Were there any naughty thoughts for his Mom?\par
\tab Calvin couldn\rquote t even conjugate a response for that probing question.  Sure he had seen his Mom naked, in her underwear, but she was his MOM and he had no sexual improper thoughts in regards towards her.\par
\tab Four minutes after anal penetration and Calvin was cumming.\par
\page\tab He had masturbated to the point of orgasmic explosions before, but not often.  Usually his stamina wore off before the pivotal ecstasy could happen (or his hand wore out); but there were a couple of times whereas humping his bed thinking of some girls at his school that he would like to see naked, stroking his johnny, being on top of that caused him to cum.\par
\tab The release of the juice was extraordinary.  His cock remained stiff, hard, and coated in dirt chute discoloration.  Calvin didn\rquote t care; all that mattered was the wonderful feeling of elation that was all too brief but the awesome feeling was tremendous regardless.\par
\tab Gobs of boy cum oozed and squirted out of friend Patrick\rquote s asshole as the boy clenched.  Though there was no real anal pleasures Patrick could feel\emdash other than that of being hammered\emdash there was something strange anyway and Patrick liked it.\par
\tab While Calvin \ldblquote rested\rdblquote ; Patrick lay beside the naked Emily and fingered her little pussy.  His asshole kinda hurt and was sore\emdash still spewing gobs of best friend cum, too.  But he fingered his best friend\rquote s little sister with his dick up against her thigh, humping.\par
\tab Emily fussed some but had learned that too much fussing resulted in getting her naked butt busted.  Probing her for revealing information was nil, she was too young and too confused.  Oh well, the Voice was satisfied with what there was and let it be.\par
\tab Calvin came to squat onto his sister\rquote s face, his testicles right IN her mouth laying his naked body down hers with his tongue licking out her little cunny.  Friend Patrick caressing AND spanking his ass\'85\par
\tab Patrick spanked Calvin\rquote s ass, parted the cheeks (again) and licked the bung hole (again) before penetrating the hole with his fingers\emdash prepping it for the bigger finger.\par
\tab Calvin squirmed\emdash which resulted in a swift and skin blistering spank from the Voice.  It stunned the young boy into utter submission.  Patrick licked the hole, spat on it, then immediately began pushing his penis in as per command.\par
\tab The Voice came to straddle Emily\rquote s legs and push his mighty manly penis into Calvin\rquote s mouth.  Calvin very muchly didn\rquote t care for it and gagged, choked, and nearly spewed.  The Voice gripped a handful of the boy\rquote s hair warning\emdash\ldblquote If you spew on me, you\rquote ll regret it.\rdblquote\par
\tab Calvin didn\rquote t spew but came close.\par
\tab Patrick fully made anal insertion and began to pump his friend\rquote s hole.\par
\page\tab Calvin made a mighty squeal indicating anguish as the naked stranger shoved his manly manhood into his fresh fucked asshole.  The boy clenched his fingers tightly as the massive cock pounding his ass(hole) was incredible\emdash very incredible.\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy fucking shit!\rdblquote  he announced loudly.\par
\tab Patrick was in awe himself; he took his turn straddling Emily\rquote s legs with his dick in his friend\rquote s mouth.  Every so often the naked stranger would spank HARD Calvin\rquote s ass and furiously fuck the hole until finally he unleashed a torrent of man cum.\par
\tab The cream drizzled out of the boy\rquote s tortured anus to drip in gobs on young Emily directly below.  Steam arose from the boy\rquote s asshole and it took over a minute before it snapped shut.\par
\tab Although exhausted from his devilish work, the Voice had the boys equally jerk off onto the other\rquote s nut sac.  Neither boy wanted to or had much stamina to do so\emdash but after being spanked so they submitted and emptied their boyish dongs of seminal fluids (onto the other\rquote s nut sac.)\par
\tab\ldblquote Now clean \lquote em up.\rdblquote\par
\tab The boys sat still in sullen horror\emdash how much more disgusting could it get!  Licking bung hole ranked pretty high, sucking cock sailed high, too.  But licking cock cream from your best friend\rquote s balls?  That was way high and hard to swallow.  (no pun intended)\par
\tab With their asses stinging and the threat of torture to the young Emily, the boys slurped off their cream from the other\rquote s testicles.  Both very nearly spewed.  They sucked and masturbated themselves as well as the one they sucked.  Then they spanked one another for the Voice\rquote s amusement.\par
\tab When their asses were as red as vine ready tomatoes, the boys positioned themselves on top of Emily who knew what was about to happen.  The boys resisted but were spanked horrendously by the Voice until they ultimately gave in.  Calvin was first, it was his sister so he got first dibs.\par
\tab Young Emily screwed up her sweet face, clenched her eyes tight and endured her first fuck.  Patrick smoothed his hand over his friend\rquote s fucking ass, masturbated himself\emdash and awaited his turn.\par
\tab Calvin slowly made vaginal penetration to his sister\emdash his mind was emptied of all else\emdash only concentrating on some girl he knew that he would like to be fucking instead of his sweet little sister.\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t all bad, after a few daunting minutes there was the \ldblquote release\rdblquote  that overwhelmed his revulsion of \ldblquote doing\rdblquote  his sister.  As the squirts of his brotherly love emptied into Emily\rquote s cunt he briefly didn\rquote t give a shit of who he was doing so long as he was doing it.  It felt SOOOOOO good!  \par
\page  \tab Pumping vigorously, straining even more, his young pud went into overtime until the feeling began to subside.\par
\tab The coating of cherry juice on his schlong freaked him out.\par
\tab The Voice used the girl\rquote s panties to clean her up, the girl\rquote s brother used his own underwear to clean off his cock and balls.  He was then schooled in the knowledge of what happens when a virgin gets her cherry broken in.  It still didn\rquote t sit well with the boy and he remained \ldblquote freaked out\rdblquote  for some time.\par
\tab Patrick took his turn, firstly licking out the girl\rquote s broken in cherry; fingering her out, licking, lapping, nipping, then stuffing.  She was still \ldblquote tight\rdblquote  and Patrick only went one minute before squirting his friendly love juice.  During the fleeting moments he seriously pumped hard; his willy popped out and he settled it between the girl\rquote s gash fucking even harder with bits of cum shooting up her young body.  Thereafter, as the boy lay drenched in sweat and exhaustion\emdash he was sodomized by the Voice.\par
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The final straw\par
\tab If it weren\rquote t for \ldblquote certain\rdblquote  conditions put upon him by the City Fathers and pantywaist crybabies bitching about equal rights, civil rights, and other rights pressed upon businessmen like Jarred Jamieson, there wouldn\rquote t be a problem of keeping certain members of society on payroll.\par
\tab But there were conditions pressed upon the likes of Jarred Jamieson and he had to have certain members of society on his job force.  He didn\rquote t like it and fumed everyday he saw one.  Of course, there was a loophole, he had to HIRE those certain members of society\emdash there wasn\rquote t a thing that said he had to keep them.  They could either leave on their own will\emdash or by some other means.\par
\tab The certain types of society forced upon him didn\rquote t usually leave on their own\emdash they needed stronger persuasion.  Jarred was cool with them.  He had ways of persuasion\'85\par
\tab Casey thought he knew his Boss; oh he was certain for some assuredly that he didn\rquote t fully know his Boss, but he thought he had him somewhat figured out.  He was wrong.  He had no idea just how horrid the man could be, or was.\par
\tab  One fine Summer evening and Jarred Jamieson called for Casey to come over to the house.  Semi reluctantly he complied.  Once at the Boss \ldblquote mansion\rdblquote  they went somewhere else\emdash Casey sat in the back of the limo, blindfolded.  \ldblquote for your protection\rdblquote  he was told.\par
\tab Casey was in mild fear and didn\rquote t know what was going on or what to expect.  With the Boss, anything was possible.  There was some familiarity with the roads of the exclusive neighborhood; Casey had taken the time to drive the roads to know the way to get out in case of some natural catastrophic calamity\emdash mother in-law moving in, cops coming to take him away\'85\par
\tab Abner St. then Warner Ave; all the way down to the cross street Bay View Lane; that road circled all the way around the north end of Caspian Lake to Herald Way.  Then the limo went up a hill, that had to be Perk View Rd.  At the top the car turned right on Gimmly St. and went all the way around the upper hills before taking the Beamount Passage that wound its way down the hills to the back road of the exclusive neighborhood.\par
\tab Minnifornia Rd. ran left and right; going right and five miles later there would be the well traveled road leading to and from the exclusive neighborhood and the city.  Taking the left turn and the road led travelers to semi wilderness area where there was prime hunting in the low hills for deer and quail; another lake (but open to the public); and off-roading enthusiast.\tab\par
\tab The car turned left.\par
\tab Casey felt his stomach tightening.  What did this mean?  Why was the Boss taking him out to the low hills?  Was this the end of Casey Brockton?  Hadn\rquote t he complied with all of the Boss sick-horrid commands?  The car turned sharply right, went over a cattleguard and then powered down a long stretch of road Casey didn\rquote t know.  Cattleguard, there must be a road turning off of Minnifornia he didn\rquote t know or had seen.  It was still a paved road and he could slightly detect other vehicles passing.\par
\tab Finally, though, the ride came to its end.  The Boss helped Casey out and they took a brief walk.  Cobblestones were beneath Casey\rquote s feet, he heard birds, smelled sweet flowers, there was a breeze and trickling water.  The Boss had Casey by the elbow strongly and led him quickly along to a gate.  There were other voices, muffled, low speaking.  Associates of Jarred Jamieson.\par
\tab Along the new walkway after passing thru the gate, a turn, up some steps, and thru a regular door.  Casey\rquote s perspiration began to soak him as his fear reached pivotal points.  \lquote if you\rquote re gonna kill me let me see it coming!\rquote  was his thoughts\emdash he had no idea if his thoughts transmitted to his lips.\par
\tab Another door and then down a small flight of stairs.\par
\tab Finally the blindfold came off.\par
\page\tab Minutes were needed for Casey to get his eyesight back; there wasn\rquote t much to see once that was accomplished\emdash it was dark.  Not dead-ass dark, but not well illuminated.  As his eyes continued to adjust, though, Casey saw that he was indeed\emdash not alone.\par
\tab With his eyes fully adjusted he determined that he was in a basement.  A nice basement, a game room conversion with a big screen tv occupying space at one wall, bookshelves, a huge train set that ran at the ceiling level; a mini kitchen; a pool table; a wet bar; an in ground whirlpool; and some furnishings all suggesting high upper end living.\par
\tab The walls were white brick; the floor was carpeted; the ceiling was one of those drop-ceilings of an off-gray color.  There was air circulating; a 100-gallon fish tank occupied space at another wall.\par
\tab In the middle area were two girls, on a love seat sat a young teenage boy; a woman highly distraught sat bound hand and foot (and clothed) on a large sofa while a man who was also bound and highly pissed off with an aire of concern and fright in a large overstuffed chair.\par
\tab All were black.  African-American.\par
\tab The girls Casey recognized.  He couldn\rquote t believe it, the house of the Illians\emdash Bolon and Wyona Illian with their children Venus and Jasmine who were twins and young thirteen year old son, Jamal.  Venus and Jasmine were tennis phenoms at sixteen years young.\par
\tab Bolon Illian worked for the Company, Jarred Jamieson\rquote s company.  He wasn\rquote t too high on the Uppity Ladder but he was close.  Bolon had only been with the Company a few months.  As Casey wondered \ldblquote what the fuck\rdblquote  he noted the \ldblquote others\rdblquote  in the room.  Why he hadn\rquote t noticed them earlier he didn\rquote t know\emdash they sort of stood out clad in their white cloth gowns, pointy white caps\'85\par
\tab No, they weren\rquote t ghosts.\par
\tab\lquote holy shit.\rquote  Casey mouthed to himself.  No wonder he was blindfolded.  But still, he had to wonder if the Boss fully trusted him\emdash blindfolded or not.  Did it mean security was ok (with Casey)?  Would it mean despite what he saw in the Illian basement that he could walk away freely and go home, bang the wife, and go to work the following day without repercussions?\par
\tab The Boss turned to Casey and whispered in his ear, \ldblquote I hates fucking niggers!\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey felt a horrible gut wrenching twisting in his stomach.  Something bad was about to happen to the Illian family, something very-very bad.\par
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\tab First up was Wyona.  She wasn\rquote t a bad looking gal for being in her early 40s; long soft alluring hair, long sleek body over all; trim frame as she took care of herself and worked out.  She was active without being an \ldblquote activist.\rdblquote   She worked at some non-profit charity place in the city, as well as chaired some other business and was the co-manager of her girls\emdash Bolon was the primary manager.\par
\tab Two Klansmen briskly hustled Wyona from the sofa to the floor and stretched her out.  When she screamed out she was roughly kicked in the head.  Bolon Illian came unglued and tried to attack but forgot that his feet were secured and he toppled out of his chair to the floor.  He still tried to intervene and was kicked in the chest knocking the air out of him.\par
\tab While two Klansmen ripped Wyona\rquote s clothing off, two others held her firm while she wriggled, wept, and reeled from being kicked in the head.  Casey\rquote s toes curled inside his Italian loafers.  He felt awful, he had no love for those of color but he had no hatred of them, either.\par
\tab Once Wyona was nude the men undone her bindings and stretched her out.\par
\tab\ldblquote Leave her alone you sick motherfucker!\rdblquote  yelled out Jamal.\par
\tab A Klansman standing near the boy backhanded him.  The force of the smack sent the boy collapsing to the floor where he remained dazed for sometime to come.  The girls were on their knees trembling in sincere fear, crying and wailing not knowing what to expect.\par
\tab Once Wyona was stretched out to the max, another Klansman entered the scene bearing a small heavy headed sledge hammer and what looked like a railroad stake.  It was polished steel with an extra pointy tip and flat head.\par
\tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry,\rdblquote  mouthed the man going to his knees at Wyona\rquote s outstretched right hand, \ldblquote this is gonna hurt\emdash a lot.\rdblquote  And he placed the railroad stake to the woman\rquote s hand\emdash she had clenched the hand forming a fist and it took a smack to her head and another KKK man to unfurl her fingers, two of which were broken in the process.\par
\tab The man bearing the steel stake and hammer drove the stake into the palm of the black woman\rquote s hand hammering swiftly to drive the stake all the way down.\par
\tab Wyona freaked the fuck out.\par
\tab Bolon couldn\rquote t get his breath and wrestled with himself on the floor seething with anger as well as helplessness.  Jamal pissed his pants, so did sister Jasmine.\par
\tab Wyona\rquote s left hand was staked same.\par
\tab The woman twisted and was insane with pain and disbelief.\par
\tab A stake each to her feet, turned sideways and impaled just below the joint.  Casey didn\rquote t know how much more he could take\emdash it was not a pleasant sight and know matter how much a person was hated or despised, they didn\rquote t deserve such mistreatment.\par
\tab Mr. Jamieson then began undressing himself.\par
\tab Casey stood fast and watched as casually the man pulled out a cigar, lit it up with a match, then stood straddling the impaled woman and began to urinate on her face.  \par
\tab When done, he squatted onto the woman\rquote s face making her suck his cock.  It was of note that no EMAD seemed to be in use.  Wyona did her best at cocksucking but it didn\rquote t matter of she was unschooled or could suck the chrome off a \rquote 57 Chevy, she was going to get the man\rquote s ire either way.\par
\tab After no more than a minute of sloppy sucking, the Boss slapped the woman\rquote s face nearly taking skin with the force.  So stunned was Wyona that she was not aware of the man fucking her.  After the slap he slid down her body, squeezing her nipples then slowly sliding into her sex his sex.\par
\tab He was mid way along when Wyona realized and began to bawl.\par
\tab Bolon was coming out of his own skin with much anger.\par
\tab Four Klansmen it took to wrestle the man up to a standing position.\par
\tab An electronic device WAS used in the compelling Mr. Illian to settle down\emdash a body zapping electronic stun gun.  When Mr. Illian got to be a problem of control for the Klansmen holding him, another walked up and pressed the stun gun to the man\rquote s chest.  Bolon Illian buckled and experienced great agony as the current of debilitating electricity exploded throughout his body.\par
\tab When he recovered, his son Jamal was standing up across from him with his shirt off, pants and underwear at his ankles.  The Klansman who had the stun gun was standing at the boy\rquote s side and as soon as Bolon\rquote s mind was clear\emdash the man placed the stun gun prongs to the underside of Jamal\rquote s dangling testicle sac.\par
\tab\ldblquote We have you attention, now?\rdblquote  said Mr. Jamieson to his black Employee.\par
\tab Mr. Illian nodded his head.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good,\rdblquote  said Jamieson, \ldblquote I sincerely hope no further dramatic demonstrations will be needed.  But I will be all to happy to facilitate such action if so warranted.\rdblquote\par
\tab Bolon stood in a funk staring near blankly straight ahead at his naked son in serious peril.  A stun gun firing off to the chest was one thing, what would it be like to have such a weapon go off on bare testicles?\par
\tab\ldblquote You will do exactly as you are told,\rdblquote  cooed the Klan leader\rquote s voice, \ldblquote or the boy will suffer.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jamieson, however, wasn\rquote t speaking to Bolon, but to the twin teenage girls.\par
\tab The girls were highly upset but they nodded rapidly conveying that they would do anything told of them to do.  Jamieson smiled and nodded his head to the other members of his elite group.  Three cloaked men came to the girls, standing them up and undoing their bindings.\par
\tab\ldblquote You cause a problem,\rdblquote  warned Jamieson, \ldblquote and your brother suffers.\rdblquote\par
\tab The girls nodded conveying that they wouldn\rquote t be a problem.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good,\rdblquote  smiled the uncloaked naked company man, \ldblquote come over and take your Daddy\rquote s pants down.\rdblquote\par
\tab The girls were riveted to the green tinted carpet.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote  blurted Venus.\par
\tab\ldblquote No fucking way!\rdblquote  exclaimed Jasmine.\par
\tab Short memory.  \par
\tab\ldblquote That is most unfortunate.\rdblquote  said Jamieson.\par
\tab The girls\rquote  eyes bulged as they realized their actions.  Too late.\par
\tab From behind them, thirteen year old Jamal screamed out and twisted as two hardy cloaked in white men held him fast while a third activated the stun gun.  The boy was released to allow him to wrestle and vomit uncontrollably on the floor like a Fourth of July fireworks \ldblquote worm.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Short memory.\rdblquote  said Jamieson.\par
\tab\ldblquote You son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote  seethed Bolon.\par
\tab Jamieson didn\rquote t respond but stared at the girls.  \ldblquote I\rquote m waiting.\rdblquote  he said.  \ldblquote As soon as he recovers he\rquote ll be zapped again unless your Daddy\rquote s pants are still in place.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jasmine was the first to make the move\emdash she trembled and was a physical-mental wreck.  \ldblquote You fucking bastard!\rdblquote  quipped the girl.\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re a monster!\rdblquote  seethed Venus.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes, I know.\rdblquote  Jamieson supplied.  Then, \ldblquote get \lquote em down, or he (Jamal) suffers.\rdblquote\par
\tab Venus and Jasmine with trembling fingers, retching, heaving, weeping, undone their Daddy\rquote s slacks and pulled them down.  With their eyes closed they tugged down their Daddy\rquote s underwear.\par
\tab\ldblquote Excellent!\rdblquote  cried out Jamieson.  Jamal, however, screamed out again and fell to the floor to wallow in his puke.\par
\tab\ldblquote Why\rquote d you do that?\rdblquote  screamed Venus, \ldblquote We did what you fuckin\rquote  told us!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes,\rdblquote  Jamieson said masturbating, \ldblquote but you didn\rquote t do it in a timely fashion.  When I say for you to do something\emdash I mean for it to be done NOW!\rdblquote\par
\tab A slurry of cussings came from the girl\rquote s Daddy as well as the girls themselves.\par
\tab Nothing further was done until Jamal was capable of standing.\par
\tab After fifteen minutes and Jamal was standing\emdash with help of two white cloaked men.  \ldblquote Good,\rdblquote  said Jamieson, \ldblquote suck Daddy\rquote s dong.\rdblquote\par
\tab You might as well as told the girls that they could never-ever play tennis again and that all their previous efforts, all their previous wins, trophies, monies would have to be forfeited. \par
\tab\ldblquote Suck his cock, make him cum, or he (Jamal) suffers.\rdblquote\par
\tab The girls looked to one another with dire helplessness.  Venus wept but Jasmine went to her knees.  She looked up to her helpless Daddy showing her own helplessness.  Bolon looked upon his child, he was crying and very muchly filled with helplessness.  He nodded, though, and Jasmine took her Daddy\rquote s dick in hand and began to work it.\par
\tab Under duress (dire) she admitted to wanking off her boyfriend AND another tennis coach.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Was their cocksucking?\rdblquote  Jamieson asked.\par
\tab The girl nodded, weeping and being very upset (embarrassed) about having to divulge the personal information with her family present.  \par
\tab The boyfriend and coach also fucked her.\par
\tab The coach boned her on the bench seat in the locker room AND his personal office AND under the bleachers of the high school track and field.  The boyfriend nailed her at his house, in the pool, on the breakfast table, and in the backyard in the middle of the night on the 4rth of July the previous year.\par
\tab Jasmine also whacked off her brother.\par
\tab Venus also took part in that incestuous deed\emdash both girls sucked their brother and let him see them naked AND let him hump his cock against their asses.  Nothing more.\par
\tab Jasmine put her thick lips about her Daddy\rquote s more than average cock; the man only was partially able to get an erection.\par
\tab\ldblquote Lay down,\rdblquote  said Jamieson to Venus, \ldblquote finger yourself.\rdblquote\par
\tab Venus gulped, wailed, and cried very openly but complied.  Despite the hesitation of the girls in their performance, young Jamal remained standing\emdash until after his sister Venus was laying down and in the midst of fingering her sex.  \par
\page  \tab The two Klansmen holding him brought him over and settled him down facing Jasmine and his Daddy; his testicles went into her mouth while he was lain down to lick out his sister\rquote s cunt\emdash something he had yet been able to do.\par
\tab Was he a virgin?\par
\tab Nope.\par
\tab There was only one girl, his age.\par
\tab\ldblquote More than once?\rdblquote  inquired the nosey Jamieson.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yeah, a few times.\rdblquote  the boy blurted.\par
\tab The boy licked and licked, lapped and nipped, sucked and retched.\par
\tab Suddenly, one of the Klansmen who had been holding Jamal brought out to play a belt.  It was long, sleek, black leather.  He lashed it to Jamal\rquote s black ass and did so several times before the boy could take no more and rolled off of his sister in desperation to end the abuse.  The boy\rquote s hands were secured but not his feet.\par
\tab There was much chaos at that moment; Bolon screaming for the men to stop, the girls screaming and wailing for the men to stop, Wyona screaming just to be screaming, and Casey calling for his Boss to halt the madness.\par
\tab Jamieson turned slowly to stare at his Employee.\par
\tab\ldblquote You a nigger lover?\rdblquote  he asked slowly.\par
\tab\ldblquote N-no, no, not that, but--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote But what?\rdblquote  asked Jamieson not letting Casey off the hook.\par
\tab\ldblquote They\rquote ve suffered enough.\rdblquote  Casey replied.\par
\tab Jamieson had a quirky smile; narrowing his eyes he leaned in towards Casey saying, \ldblquote not in the least.\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey wasn\rquote t sure what the man meant\emdash but knew he didn\rquote t like it nonetheless.  The torment of the Illian family was far from over.  Very far.\par
\tab Jasmine returned to sucking her Daddy\emdash Venus sucked her brother\rquote s balls and then his cock.  Her free hands smoothed over his welted ass and her nose nudged into her dirt chute.  When the boy\rquote s prick was stiff-stiff-stiff he was turned about and drove his 6-incher into his sister\rquote s cunt.\par
\tab Venus was not a virgin, either; she wasn\rquote t getting banged by their tennis coach, though\emdash but a boyfriend AND his younger brother.\par
\tab\ldblquote How young?\rdblquote  Jamieson wanted to know.\par
\tab Under extreme duress and threat to have the stun gun shoved into Jamal\rquote s asshole, Venus gave up the fact that the younger brother was merely eleven.\par
\tab They fucked weekly and sometimes more than that.\par
\tab\ldblquote In the ass?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Double dick?\rdblquote\par
\tab Double dick\emdash one in her ass, one in her cunt.\par
\tab Jamal slid all of his young teen dick into his sister\rquote s cunt and began to fuck like he knew how.  Venus spread her legs wide and clung to her brother and for a while there was nothing to be heard by Jasmine\rquote s slurping action on her Daddy\rquote s dong and Jamal\rquote s cock slamming into Venus\rquote  pussy.\par
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\tab For a while, Bolon tried to maintain himself and NOT submit to the bastard Klansman\rquote s pleasure\emdash that was to cum in his daughter\rquote s mouth.  But daughter Jas had talent and brought to her Daddy sincere sexual feelings that could not be denied and a great quantity of love juices spewed into her mouth.\par
\tab Jasmine sucked her Daddy\rquote s cock dry and swallowed.\par
\tab Jamal, meanwhile, had reached his own orgasmic bliss and power fucked his sibling until unleashing a mighty load of his own.  The Klansman with the belt began lashing the boy\rquote s ass as he came.\par
\tab Jasmine laid down, Venus got up and sucked on Jamieson\rquote s cock; Jamal went to his Mom and began licking out her cunt.\par
\tab\ldblquote Why don\rquote t you join us,\rdblquote  said the Boss to Casey, \ldblquote I just bet she\rquote s never had white dick like yours.\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey felt ill and wanted to flee.  This was a horror he couldn\rquote t wrap his head around.  Jamieson was a sick-fuck fucked up man.  But with a sigh he stripped off his clothes and Venus spent a couple of minutes sucking him, too.\par
\tab Soon and all the members of the KKK present presented their cocks from a slit in the white cloaks\emdash Jasmine and Venus went to each one, sucking the life out of the Klansmen dongs swallowing the spew that came forth minutes later.\par
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\tab With Jasmine on her hands and knees and sister Venus beneath her licking out her sister\rquote s cunt (something of which she admitted to doing on a fairly regular basis)\emdash Casey put his cock into Jasmine\rquote s cunt and fucked her as hard as he could.\par
\tab Jamal was on top of his Mom fucking her.  The boy struggled to cum as he was already drained and his ass and backside were on fire with the rash beatings and the tasering of his balls.  But his cock was hard and for over five minutes he fucked.\par
\page\tab After Casey finally got his ball juice flowing he pulled free and heaved as it was an effort to fuck.  He watched as the cum drizzled out of Jasmine\rquote s cunt and onto the face of Venus.  One of the Klan members positioned himself at the other end and drove his cock into Venus\rquote  cunt\emdash he pulled out a time or two and drove himself into Jasmine\rquote s mouth\emdash then back into her sister\rquote s poon for a righteous five minute fuck.\par
\tab Another man got involved, coming around to Jasmine\rquote s ass where he spanked it with his cock before pushing it into her hole.  He didn\rquote t go nicely, either and once ripped all the way in he began a serious bout of anal fucking.\par
\tab With Jamal done fucking his Mom, a Klan member took his turn.\par
\tab Soon with all the \ldblquote members\rdblquote  done with the girls, Jarred directed the Daddy to get involved.  He didn\rquote t want to.  He emphatically did all in his power that he could summon not to submit to the horrid bastard of a man\rquote s command.\par
\tab So Jamal suffered.\par
\tab So Venus suffered.\par
\tab So the Daddy suffered (watching his children suffer.)\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll fucking kill you!\rdblquote  seethed Bolon.\par
\tab Jarred smiled, \lquote not if I kill you first!\rquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You better fucking pray--\rdblquote  Bolon\rquote s words were cut off as once more (as he hesitated further resisting and further pissing off the man controlling him) his children suffered; Jamal was whipped with a belt until he lay still on the floor\emdash Jasmine had her legs pried open and the stun gun\rquote s prong jammed into her pussy and activated.\par
\tab Bolon submitted.  He was sickened and horrified and could only submit\emdash submit and await his turn of opportunity to enact vengeance.  No foreplay, he went right down onto daughter Venus schlepping his huge mambo against her cunny and hump it until it was strong enough to enter her.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote d better see cum, ol\rquote  boy, lots of sweet Daddy cum!\rdblquote  sneered Jamieson behind the black man as he began to pump.  Bolon turned his head to glare at the man, \ldblquote FUCK YOU!\rdblquote  he shouted.  The Klansman with the stun gun pressed the prongs to Bolon\rquote s ass and activated it sending 800,000 volts into the man\rquote s bare sweaty behind.\par
\tab The Klan men all burst into bouts of laughter.  Casey not so much.\par
\tab After Bolon finally unloaded his liquid love and rolled off, Venus raised up and positioned herself so as she could suck his dick that had just been in him.  Sister Jasmine came to lick up the Daddy juices from Venus\rquote  cunt.\par
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\tab Over half an hour past before Jamal finally stirred.  His sisters sucked his dick and balls with Venus grinding her cunt onto her brother\rquote s face.  When he was sufficiently hard, Venus straddled him and took his brotherly love tool and fucked him.\par
\tab Casey nailed Jasmine with the girl laying down beside her Mom.\par
\tab It still was long from being over.\par
\tab There was a break, a break where the Illian family was left alone.  The Klan plus Casey helped themselves to the wet bar.  When they had to pee, they simple stood over Jamal and urinated onto his blistered backside.\par
\tab When the \ldblquote break\rdblquote  was over, Jasmine and Venus had their heads and pussies shaven.  The girls weren\rquote t pleased with either treatment and were seemingly more horrified at that than being fucked by their brother and Daddy.\par
\tab The finale was drawing near.\par
\tab Jamal came to rest on his Mom once more, his dick worked to stiffness by his hairless sisters with Jasmine helping guide the teen member in.  Then, Jamal was glued superly to his Mom\rquote s nakedness.  Superglue, and lots of it, was applied to the boy\rquote s chest, his thighs, hands and arms, legs, and mouth to his Mom\rquote s mouth.\par
\tab Their bodies were pressed together with a generous portion of glue squirted onto his shaft that was in his Mom\rquote s canyon cunt.  With the girls prying their brother\rquote s ass open a pool stick was jammed DEEP into the boy\rquote s hole; then unscrewed and that end, the thick end pushed into Jasmine\rquote s hole as far as it would go\emdash until she made very painful faces.\tab\par
\tab Bolon once more had to sink his dick into Venus\emdash and like Jamal to his Mom, Father and Daughter were glued and pressed together tightly.  The end of the pool stick from Jasmine\rquote s ass was jammed into Bolon\rquote s super tight virgin poo chute.  Then, Jasmine\rquote s ass was glued to her Dad\rquote s ass.\par
\tab What a sight!\par
\tab All the members drank heavily and then peed on the members before Jarred indicated that that was it.  Casey collected his clothing, remained nude and followed his Boss out of the house.  It was way dark and Casey had no fucking idea where the hell he was.\par
\tab Once in the limo he sat shaking.  What an ordeal.  He helped himself to some booze from the limo\rquote s wet bar and tried to calm himself.  The Boss sat nearby, legs open, masturbating.\par
\tab It was of note that the car wasn\rquote t moving, the engine wasn\rquote t even running.  Casey swallowed shot after shot of high potent whiskey.  Was the nightmare over?\par
\tab Almost.\par
\tab After filling his glass with some strong bourbon\emdash the house of Illian suddenly exploded.  It was a massive boom that rattled the glass of the Boss\rquote  limo.  Pieces of house went sailing high in the air\emdash it was time to go.  The nightmare was done.\par
\tab Sort of.\par
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\tab There was no doubt\emdash Jarred James Jamieson was fucked in the head.\par
\tab He was a member of the KKK, had absolutely zero morals, and was a danger to society.  A danger to society.  Casey went into deep thought\emdash the man was dangerous\emdash to society.  He hated people of color, people of different ethnic backgrounds and religions, and was a danger to society.\par
\tab For some reason, Casey determined and concluded at length that it was up to him to do something about it.  He didn\rquote t know what, but the man had to be stopped.  Quietly.  He had dirt on Casey, probably more than Casey wanted to know.  The man had friends, too; dangerous\emdash equally dangerous men.  But one thing at a time\emdash he had to take his Boss out!\par
The end is here\par
\tab It was a safe bet that taking out the likes of Jarred Jamieson wouldn\rquote t be easy.  The complications involved were high\emdash Jarred had friends, associates, city clout and political power strings.  He also had standing with the KKK and they had resources untold.\par
\tab The best thought was to stage some sort of On-Site construction site investigation.  But the ensuing investigation by OSA would be a pain not too mention the site would probably by stopped for awhile and he barely had enough in savings to keep the family going for a long investigation.\par
\tab A car accident?\par
\tab Poisoning?\par
\tab A drive-by?\par
\tab The ideas racked up with no viable solution.  But something\emdash something had to be done.  Jarred Jamieson was a danger to society.  Casey knew that the man, Jarred, had him (Casey) by the balls.  He could do to him anything\emdash and basically already had.  \par
\tab\ldblquote I am nobody\rquote s slave,\rdblquote  Casey said to himself, \ldblquote I\rquote m nobody\rquote s bitch!\rdblquote\par
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\tab Work provided some relief as the construction saw the skeleton of the multimillion dollar hotel rise up and take on \ldblquote skin\rdblquote .  The \ldblquote first pour\rdblquote  was due up, the poignant cornerstone block of which there would be a dedication to and by the city fathers and other politicians whose noses were so brown their eyes were, too.\par
\tab There were problems, though, at the site; some of the cement wasn\rquote t right; wrong sized rebar; wrong dates for various implements to the hotel; and a small host of other typical construction site problems.  Casey was in charge of \ldblquote problems.\rdblquote   Correcting them and reporting them to\emdash the Boss.\par
\tab The Boss wasn\rquote t the single source of the Company, there were other \ldblquote Bosses\rdblquote , mini Bosses and Wanna-be Bosses.  But as far as Casey knew, the other assorted Bosses were murders, equipped with an mind altering electronic device, or members of the local KKK.\par
\tab Taking the Boss out would undoubtedly cause a stir within the Company, but Casey figured it would go on and not become extinguished.  There were backup plans for such happenings.  No one was invincible, accidents DID happen, physical ailments took people out without notice.  Just cause you lived in a mansion above everyone else, made millions of dollars, had a \ldblquote staff\rdblquote  support system in your home\emdash your shit stunk and you could have a physical malady such as a brain tumor, heart failure, anything of the like without notice at any time.\par
\tab Usually there was pre-planning for most acts of humankind\emdash war, banging the wife, a camping excursion, banging the wife\rquote s sister, stealing from the company, embezzling company funds, and whacking the someone who deserved it.\par
\tab Usually.\par
\tab Casey Brockton was frustrated\emdash deeply.  Banging his wife just wasn\rquote t enough; copping a feel (with the aid of a minding device) off his daughters\rquote  butts wasn\rquote t enough; humping the kids\rquote  babysitter, seeing teenage girls he\rquote d most likely like to have stowed away in his basement for his own personal pleasure didn\rquote t cut it either.  He was absorbed with the Boss\emdash something had to be done with the Boss.  Something.  Something determinate\emdash something permanent.\par
\tab Frustration drove Casey back to the job site.  There was work going on, up on the upper floors and down in the basement structure where a great deal of problems were being corrected.  Casey went to his personal office trailer and settled himself into paperwork then going out to the \ldblquote problem\rdblquote  areas of the site.\par
\tab After awhile, and close to midnight, Casey found himself by the cornerstone where in weeks\rquote  time the city fathers would be beaming and spilling spew from their mouths.  It sickened Casey.  He hated politics, policies, and politicians.  \par
\page\tab The area of the cornerstone was quiet and empty\emdash all the work was on the other side of the building\emdash and below it.  His eyes came to rest on the open area foundation where later there would be a huge granite stone block set in place with a bronze plaque on it with the names of special people involved from some special organization and so on.\par
\tab Casey didn\rquote t care.  The Illian family filled his mind.  The members of the KKK who had had their way with the girls, whipping the boy, impaling railroad spikes into Wyona\rquote s hands.  \par
\tab Courtney, too, filled his mind.\par
\tab Janice (the neighbor), too.  How many mounds were there under the bridge?  He counted five but saw cleared space where others could have been.  Others.  How many others?  And was the bridge place the ONLY place?  Where there other places?\par
\tab What about the house explosion at Eastbrook, the other exclusive neighborhood the police were saying was an \ldblquote accident\rdblquote  resonating from the basement?  All five family members were found burned alive in \ldblquote compromising\rdblquote  positions.  Those \ldblquote positions\rdblquote  al la compromising were not disclosed to the public.\par
\tab Casey knew what they were\'85\par
\tab There was the portable mixer; a few tools carelessly sitting about.  Casey\rquote s eyes fell on the paint churner bucket and the power tool attachment.  He smiled as he saw his Boss bent over the \ldblquote A\rdblquote  frame with the augur attachment shoved DEEP into the man\rquote s asshole.\par
\tab A fitting end.\par
\tab While at his desk again he saw a paperwork snafu, time tables were wrong and the latest report on the cement was wrong.  That was the day before he so noted on the paperwork but he didn\rquote t see the paperwork regarding if the cement had been corrected.\par
\tab Checking other papers and Casey was out the door to go physically check.  He was an engineer and a mason and had know-how on the properties of cement.  Thankfully, the last batch of cement was good.  More was coming in the morning; everything had to be just right\emdash the temperature of the cement, the ambient air temperature, his Foreman, the workers, the operators\emdash everything.\par
\tab The need to take a leak came to him\emdash it was too far to walk back to his trailer and he didn\rquote t care for the funkiness of the porta-gos, so he ambled to the cornerstone and whizzed on the spot where the block would be inset come the morrow.\par
\tab It was then that a thought came to him.\par
\tab It was sort of planned\emdash sort of.  A thought that dwelled in the subconscious, in the back of his mind.  Could it work?  Should it work\emdash that was more important.  His mind began to collide with itself in a fury of Right and Wrong.  The EMAD, he came to realize at length, was not the soul cause of his mind\rquote s demise.  Unnatural desires were always there, the EMAD and the interaction of the Boss had merely freed those desires.  He still didn\rquote t see himself as a \ldblquote monster\rdblquote , but he did little in the effort of curbing those desires.  But then again, the EMAD\rquote s influence was pretty high\'85\par
\tab\ldblquote Uh, yeah, Mr. J, I know it\rquote s late (or early depending on your outlook of looking at 1:45AM) but there\rquote s a problem I thought you\rquote d better be aware of.  The cement from the last pourings was wrong.  There could be a potential problem with some of the foundation AND the cornerstone project.\rdblquote\par
\tab There was silence on the other end\emdash then,\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll be right there.\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey smiled\emdash his heart pounded, asshole clenched and he wondered,\par
\tab\ldblquote Could he really-actually pull it off?\rdblquote\par
\tab He wondered, too\emdash would the Boss be alone?  Was the Boss ever really alone?  Did he have a back-up plan?  Was he followed by loyal followers?  Was he watched over for security purposes?\par
\tab Fifteen minutes later and the Boss arrived in his Jag.  Casey\rquote s heart raced so much that he couldn\rquote t hear the Boss\rquote  greeting and could only read the Boss\rquote  lips when he said, \ldblquote So what the fuck\rquote s the matter?\rdblquote\par
\tab Casey brought the ass-bastard Klansman over to the cornerstone project and showed him some crumbled cement.  The Boss fumed a bit and looked over some paperwork, kicked a bucket then stepped inside the foundation area where the huge multi-toned stone would be placed in just a few hours.\par
\tab He never saw it.\par
\tab Jarred James Jamieson never saw the swinging wrecking ball\'85\par
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\tab It was a small one used for demolition of other structures and wasn\rquote t primarily used in the main construction.  The \ldblquote ball\rdblquote  was a couple hundred pounds; Casey merely undone the tether and let the ball swing naturally\emdash this after redirecting the swing arm.\par
\tab The ball smack Jarred on the side instantly crushing his right arm and sending him sprawling.  The foundation of the cornerstone project kept him confined, though; Casey was glad of that\emdash it made it easier for him to continue \ldblquote taking the Boss out.\rdblquote\par
\tab Jarred lay wriggling on the ground just inside the cornerstone foundation trying to catch his breath.  His wits, too, were scrambled, right arm crushed, he wriggled about while his favorite employee stood above him\emdash urinating on him.\par
\tab While he pissed on his Boss, Casey stole his eyes about the area checking for security\rquote s sake.  He realized that he would have to do something about the Boss\rquote  Jag. \par
\tab Later.  First though\'85\par
\tab After showering the Boss with his pee he proceeded stripping the Boss down to his skin.  Jarred somewhat knew what was happening and resisted.\par
\tab\ldblquote Resistance is futile!\rdblquote  Casey spoke harshly to his Boss, soon to be former Boss.  Into a heavy duty tool bag went the man\rquote s shoes, very-very expensive Italian shoes.  He didn\rquote t wear a suit as usual, not for a nighttime visit to the construction sight but an imported two-piece jogging suit.\par
\tab Casey paused just a moment when finding the man had nothing else on, no underwear.  A strange-strange feeling crept over him; he didn\rquote t know what to make of it or even if he should\emdash but,\par
\tab While Jamieson lay wriggling and reeling from having his arm crushed, Casey took the man\rquote s member and began to suck it!  He did!  It would be the final pleasure Jarred Jamieson would enjoy; the Boss\rquote  member, though, wouldn\rquote t get hard.  No matter, Casey straddled the man (after undressing) and pushed the man\rquote s cock to his hole trying to force it in.\par
\tab Without being hard the man\rquote s tool wouldn\rquote t go in.\par
\tab No matter, Casey humped the man\rquote s sex then went up to Jarred\rquote s face ejaculating onto and into the man\rquote s mouth.  \ldblquote You be a good little bitch now.\rdblquote  Casey cooed.  A peculiar feeling began to envelope Casey; overpowerment?  He wasn\rquote t sure, something though\emdash something close to evil.\par
\tab Suddenly he stood up and wrestled Jarred up flinging him over the \ldblquote A\rdblquote  frame.  Then, finding himself with an erection he jammed himself up into the Boss\rquote  tight asshole.\par
\tab\ldblquote Take it all, bitch!\rdblquote  Casey almost yelled as he slammed himself into the man\rquote s ass.  Jarred\rquote s senses and wits were still in disarray along with his energy sapped away due to the overpowering debilitating pain from his crushed arm.\par
\tab Casey humped the hardest he had ever humped.  His cock having just cum on the man\rquote s face still was amazing stiff\emdash but incapable of cumming off again for some time.\par
\tab After a few minutes and Casey pulled out to spank the man\rquote s ass with his cock\emdash then he saw the oversized rebar.  Taking up a six-footer he lashed it against the man\rquote s ass before prying the man\rquote s ass open and jamming unmercilessly the rebar into the fresh fucked hole.  He jammed it in\emdash in\emdash and in.  Jamieson seriously fussed and when he did\emdash his tormentor smacked his bare ass seriously hard.\par
\tab The rebar was removed\emdash replaced by the blunt end of a jackhammer...\par
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\tab The deed was done.\par
\tab In just a couple of hours the morning shift would be arriving to begin preparations for the Big Event.  In the immediate area where the multi-tonned stone would be placed lay the ravaged body of a one Jarred James Jamieson.  He was nude, a small length of rebar was JAMMED up into his rectum perforating the man\rquote s bowels.\par
\tab That wasn\rquote t as painful as the sudden removal of his testicles by a ripper machine.  A ripper machine was one that smoothed out leathery materials.  It did a fine job of ripping Jamieson\rquote s testicles.  Once they were removed, they were deposited into the man\rquote s open-undulating mouth.  His eyes fluttered and he gagged for breath.\par
\tab Then a small amount of cement was poured into his mouth\'85\par
\tab Jarred lay on a small bed of rebar some feet below the foundation of where the impending stone center piece would be settled in just mere hours.  A layer of cement covered him and then just as the rays of the sun came peeking over the city\rquote s horizon\emdash a layer of dirt to make the area sublime.\par
\tab Casey urinated on the dirt, \ldblquote fuck you, Boss.\rdblquote  he said and walked away.\par
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\pard the way of it\par
 \tab\ldblquote Do you know the legend of a youth's rite of Passage?\rdblquote\par
\tab A poignant question, Alton had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, but it was poignant question.  After leaving the Undertall dwarves, Alton had set out to help the fantasy land, something about an evil witch-bitch, in the Kingdom of Od which was a large tract of land occupied by dozens of fairy tale inhabitants all eking out a meager living on the Yellow Egg Shell road.\par
\tab Somewhere along the way from the Undertalls and the easy white girl, Snow, befuddled Alton the proposed Champion found a bluebird.  The bird talked to him,\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re taking too much time.\rdblquote  the bird scolded.\~\par
\tab\ldblquote Say what?\rdblquote\par
\tab Alton\rquote s guide, Aria, suddenly materialized before him.  \ldblquote You were lost, I was guiding you,\rdblquote  she said calmly, \ldblquote you\rquote ve taken an alternate path.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Is that bad?\rdblquote  Alton asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote No, not exactly.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Do you\emdash uhm, know what I\rquote ve been doing?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No, I only know somewhat of where you are and that what you are doing is a regal quest.\rdblquote\par
\tab Alton wasn\rquote t sure what that meant.\par
\tab\ldblquote Uhm, soooo, what now?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You have a choice?\rdblquote  Aria said brightening up.  \ldblquote You can continue your alternate pursuit, or continue onward to make your return.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote My return?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes, to Earth.\rdblquote\par
\tab Alton stood still for a long while.\par
\tab Earth.  Home.  A few dozen memories flashed thru his mind all at once.  And then\emdash then a girl\rquote s face came.  At first she was a little odd looking, black make-up, black clothing.  Then she appeared as a normal humankind type person; thick raven black hair, and very pretty to him.\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t remember her name, though.\par
\tab\ldblquote She\rquote s praying for you.\rdblquote\par
\tab Wow.  \ldblquote For me?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes, she loves you.\rdblquote\par
\tab Double wow.  No one had ever loved him before, although his drill sergeant said he loved him\'85\par
\tab Alton leaned on a rock.  The Undertalls wanted him to be their Champion, to go up against the Wicked Witch of Od\emdash see chapter 11 and 13 for details to jog your memory.\par
\tab\ldblquote So, what about this \ldblquote rite of passage?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You were earlier in the Cave of Rite, deciding if whether you were worthy or not to continue on with yourself.\rdblquote\par
\tab Alton didn\rquote t remember.  Guide Aria smiled, folded her hands before her self; she was clad in a blue one piece outfit; hair of gray but a face that was young.\par
\tab\ldblquote The youth is a member of the tribe that has saved you.  Upon reaching the Age of Ascension, the youth\rquote s father takes him into the Great Forest of the Owls, blindfolds him and leaves him alone.  The youth is required to sit on a stump in the forest the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine can be felt upon his face.\par
 \tab\ldblquote He cannot cry out for help to anyone.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.  He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own.  The boy is naturally terrified.  He can hear all kinds of noises in the Owl Forest and more than once \ldblquote something\rdblquote  brushed by his legs.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wild beasts must surely be all around him.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Maybe even something more than animal might do him harm!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote The wind blew down from the high mountains cold; the grasses bent and the reeds beat the logs in the swamp.  The wind howled all about the young Ogambi warrior and even shook the stump he sat on.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote But he sat firmly never removing the blindfold.\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote Finally, after a frightening night the sun came to kiss his face and make him warm.  He sighed deeply and removed his blindfold.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Sitting on the stump next to him was his father\emdash who had been there all night\emdash watching and protecting his son from harm.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We, too, are never alone.  Even when we don't know it, God, or some Entity you prefer, is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us.  When trouble comes, all we have to do close our eyes and believe by Faith that we will be watched over and protected by our Father.\rdblquote\par
 \tab Moral of the story:  Just because you can't see God, or some Entity you prefer, doesn't mean He is not there.  \ldblquote For we walk by faith, not by sight.\rdblquote\par
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\tab\ldblquote So what do I do now?\rdblquote\par
\tab Aria took his hand, \ldblquote The power of Prayer is strong, so is the power of Love.  The one who loves you awaits you!\rdblquote\par
\tab Aria led the befuddled Alton back to the stone slab that he had come upon.  Before he laid down, \ldblquote Uhm, listen, I-I was on an adventure, I-I was going to do something for some dwarves, they-they trusted me.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote You may return when you are ready.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Cool.\rdblquote\par
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\tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote  he began, \ldblquote it\rquote s a long story.\rdblquote\par
\tab There was no doubt there.\par
\tab\ldblquote In short, \lquote I fell from space, some guys in green suits tried to dissect me, these guys freed me, and now I\rquote m a part of their tribe.\rquote\rdblquote\par
\page\tab That was short.  The creature from Malmac left out a lot of detail.  But \ldblquote Alf\rdblquote  wasn\rquote t into a lot of giving detail, he was, though, into giving a lot of sex.  Sex-sex-sex.  It was a way of life and young teenage Goth girl, Madelynn was just learning that.\par
\tab When she had first seen the brown furry creature she had freaked a little, and then passed out.  When she awoke later, she was in the teepee tent where the creature who hailed from another planet was occupying.  He was an esteemed guest of the Ogambi tribe where Madelynn had taken her adult male lover, Alton.  This after rescuing his body from a canyon by the ocean and bringing his near-very near lifeless body to the Ogambi who had strange mystical means of which to retrieve a spirit of one who has Passed On.\par
\tab Alf was somewhat human-like\emdash somewhat.  He was a little on the short side, five foot short.  Very-very furry like a cat; brown fur, an elongated muzzle with oddly arranged jagged teeth; two eyes, dog-like ears, and a weird since of humor.\par
\tab He was a \ldblquote free spirit\rdblquote  and was in tune with the humankind \lquote 60s era.\par
\tab He did not have an aversion to clothing but with the Ogambi tribe he was free to go as he was.  No one cared.  Most of the Ogambi tribe also went without clothing.  Madelynn had been privy to that\emdash she hadn\rquote t meant to snoop, but in the interim of awaiting her ascended lover she got bored.  She wasn\rquote t the \ldblquote praying\rdblquote  type person and only did so a moment for herself and then a moment to appease Chief Three-Toes.  \par
\tab Alf was a nice enough creature, he talked too much, though; filling Madelynn\rquote s head with incredible stories of his space travel, his falling into her planet, something about \ldblquote other\rdblquote  aliens, and then the rescue by the Ogambi.\par
\tab He also was partial to the \ldblquote pipe.\rdblquote\par
\tab Madelynn was aware of what was in the pipe\emdash highly hallucinogenic whacky tabaky.  Coupled with shots of \ldblquote fire water\rdblquote  and the experience was mind boggling\emdash if not altering.\par
\tab The chat with Alf was intriguing, but Madelynn\rquote s mind was occupied with her ascended lover.  The mystic Mona had said the Ogambi had mysterious ways of retrieving an ascended body\emdash but there was a price.\par
\tab\ldblquote A price?\rdblquote  Madelynn asked of Mona.\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes, in some cases, most cases, the returned body has soul impairment.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What kind of impairment?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Usually a decrease in life span.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote How much of a decrease?  You mean, he wont live as long?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Yes, dearie, I\rquote m afraid so.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Soooo, like how much time will he have?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Usually, well, it depends on lots of circumstances\emdash how long the body had been dead before being ascended, the circumstances in regards to being dead, and that sort.\rdblquote\par
\tab Madelynn wasn\rquote t sure if rescuing her lover was the right decision after all.\par
\tab\ldblquote Usually about twenty years.\rdblquote\par
\tab Madelynn looked to Mona, \ldblquote You mean, he\rquote s only got twenty years left to live?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Sometimes that\rquote s the way it works, dearie; and sometimes it means that their life span is cut short by twenty years.\rdblquote\par
\tab Alton was in his early thirties, according to Mona, he had a good chance of just having twenty years or so cut from his original life span.  She could life with that\emdash she hoped Alton could.  She hoped that Alton would be understanding of her selfishness.  Maybe he wanted to be dead, maybe being dead wasn\rquote t that bad.  But the manner of which she had found wasn\rquote t good; upside down with body all askew in the crag of the canyon by the sea.\par
\tab Mona hadn\rquote t stuck around, she had left shortly after Alton\rquote s lifeless body had been put on the akia (the stone ascending stone).  Madelynn made her way around to the various teepees and other structures (before finding the furry alien life form); the Ogambis were naughty-naughty Indians.\par
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\tab A tourist walked into a pet store and was looking at all the pets on display. While he was there, a petroleum engineer from a nearby office walked in and said to the storekeeper, \ldblquote I'll take a rig hand monkey please.\rdblquote\par
 \tab The storekeeper nodded, went to the side of the store, and took out a monkey.  After putting a collar and leash on the animal, he handed it to the Engineer, saying, \ldblquote That'll be $2000.\rdblquote\par
 \tab The man paid and left with the monkey.\par
 \tab The surprised tourist went to the storekeeper and said, \ldblquote That was a very expensive monkey.  Most monkeys are only a few hundred dollars. Why did that one cost so much?\rdblquote\par
 \tab The storekeeper answered, \ldblquote Ah, that's a rig monkey.  He can rig up, throw the chain, work derricks, rack pipe, paint, mix mud, all with no back talk or complaints. It's well worth the money.\rdblquote  \line  \tab The tourist then spotted a monkey in another cage.  \ldblquote Wow!  That one's even more expensive, $10,000!  What does it do?\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote Oh that one,\rdblquote  replied the storekeeper, \ldblquote That's a Rig Manager monkey.  It can instruct all levels of maintenance, run the safety program, deal with clients, and even do some paper work.  A very useful monkey indeed.\rdblquote\par
 \tab The tourist looked around a little longer and found a third monkey with an even more startling price tag stating $50,000!  The shocked tourist exclaimed, \ldblquote This one costs more than all the others put together.  What in the world can it do?\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote Honestly,\rdblquote  said the storekeeper, \ldblquote I've never actually seen him do anything but drink beer, curse and play with his dick all day, but his papers say he's a Company Man!\rdblquote\par
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and now back to our regular program\'85\par
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What is today but yesterday\rquote s tomorrow\par
\tab In the canvas/animal skin home of Nose Too Big, a Chinese girl lay sprawled out, spread eagle, wrists and ankles tied securely to wooden stakes.  She was nude, of course, and Nose-Too-Big was as well.  The big Indian sidekick of Chief Three-Toes was endowed with a monstrous schlong; it was doubtful that he could fuck the Chinese girl, she was a mere teen, just barely.  Her pussy had been shaven, her clothing shredded; she lay conscious, trembling and peeing.\par
\tab The act of peeing seemed to thrill Nose-Too-Big, he smiled, gleamed, and masturbated greatly and heavily watching as the young girl urinated.  The enthralled Ogambi Indian smacked the girl\rquote s freshly shaven pussy with his \ldblquote mohar\rdblquote  (Ogambi word for cock).  He smacked the girl\rquote s pussy as hard as he could a couple-three times before rubbing himself up against her virgin slit.  She was nay but thirteen and soon the Ogambi was positioning himself on her, grinding his cock against her teen sex before forcing himself into her.\par
\tab Madelynn watched until the girl\rquote s cherry and spirit was broken then moved on.\par
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\tab A black girl about sixteen or so years of age was bent over a hitching post between Nose-Too-Big and Horse Face (better than the other end\'85)  Three Ogambi were here and paid the visiting Madelynn no attention; their attention was on the black girl, Tosha.\par
\tab Tosha was nude, her legs spread out wide and secured to the ground by ropes and wooden stakes.  The girl\rquote s arms were also spread out and secured.  She formed an \ldblquote A\rdblquote , or something like bent over the rustic horsey hitching post.  The three Ogambi, naked, took turns helping themselves to the distraughted girl\emdash humping her ass, spanking, peeing on her, and getting off on mistreating her.  While one big scruffy Indian was in her mouth, another humped her asshole while a third urinated on her blistering backside.\par
\tab Madelynn moved on.\par
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\tab Medicine Man Barks-when-he-sneezes had a big hut buried partly into the hillside.  It had once been a miner\rquote s hut of sorts and served the purposes of the Ogambi Medicine Man well.  And unlike his fellow tribesmen, Barks-when-he-sneezes had air conditioning!\par
\tab It wasn\rquote t the greatest and was merely powered by solar panels located on top of his rocky/tin hut.  But it helped.  Inside his modest home the Ogambi non-warrior sat in a reclaimed lounge chair named somewhat after him.  An ice chest of ice cold beer on one side, snack foods on the other.  He was nude and sat smiling as he had one girl after another line up and get undressed.\par
\tab None of the girls, and some boys, were older than thirteen.  One girl, about elevenish, was nice looking with decent clothing suggesting her parents had money.  No jewelry, no watch, rings, or earrings\emdash but those could have been removed prior to Madelynn\rquote s spying.\par
\tab Long brown hair twisted in two twin braids.  A wide roundish face, full bright white straight teeth, a sweet face with twinkling green eyes.  For eleven, she didn\rquote t have much of a body\emdash but for eleven she wasn\rquote t supposed to.  She didn\rquote t seem to be too shook up about her predicament, Madelynn had to wonder if the girl, and the others, were under some mystical influence or an electronic one?\par
\tab In either case, the girl stepped out of lineup from the others; she wore a simple top with a small non-matching vest.  With a few utterances that seemed garbled to Madelynn, the girl pulled off her tops and then trainer that contain two very small breasts.\par
\tab Barks-when-he-sneezes masturbated, licked his lips, farted, and spoke in his garbled language again.  The girl, \ldblquote Alice\rdblquote , undone her very dark green and semi-tight jeans.  Down they came and Barks-when-he-sneezes stepped up his efforts of masturbation.\par
\tab A careful eye saw that the other girls and boys lined were somewhat \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  of what was going on\emdash just powerless somehow to do anything.  Two boys about thirteen or so sported boners bulging in their pants, two other boys a little younger were frightened by the circumstances\emdash but also had bulges.\par
\tab Alice stood with some concern and trepidation on her face in pretty light green flowery panties.  Typical girl style; Barks-when-he-sneezes stared focusing his attention solely on the girl\rquote s pussy.  The girl didn\rquote t seem nervous or even scared, concerned but that was about all.\par
\tab Barks-when-he-sneezes garbled something and down came the green panties.  When Alice stood, her pussy had a very light covering of poon pie hair.\par
\tab Barks-when-he-sneezes said something, garbled, but apparently, little Alice could hear it \lquote cause she stepped out of her clothes and walked over to the masturbating Indian.  \par
\tab Alice was \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  but there was a force about her that was more powerful than see compelling her to act, to perform.  She had no choice.  She went to her knows, tossed her hair out of the way and took over masturbating the Ogambi.\par
\tab Barks-when-he-sneezes ran his hand thru the girl\rquote s hair and began rubbing his mohar against the girl\rquote s sweet face.  Soon the girl was haphazardly-like sucking on the huge bulbous tip that was jutting cum.  The girl made a face indicating how gross it was to do such a thing\emdash but she gripped the dick and sucked on it tip anyways.\par
\tab When after the young girl had sucked and sucked and sucked on the mohar she was pulled up onto the Ogambi Indian\rquote s lap and was pierced.  She let out a yelp as her young virgin sex was obliterated, she contorted oddly, screwed up her pretty face and then settled down as the Medicine Man gripped her butt and worked her up and down his shaft.\par
\tab Madelynn went on.\par
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\tab After making her way back to the Chief\rquote s tent, Madelynn settled and watched for any signs of \ldblquote anything\rdblquote  at the akia stone.  Night had come, the heat of the desert was still on, the sounds of spanking still could be heard.  \par
\tab\ldblquote You should not worry, little one.\rdblquote  the Chief said startling her with his sudden presence.\par
\tab Madelynn shrugged, sighed, and bowed her head into her knees.\par
\tab\ldblquote He cares for me.\rdblquote  she said, her voice somewhat muffled by the positioning of her head.  \par
\tab\ldblquote There is a connection between you.\rdblquote\par
\tab Again, Madelynn shrugged, \ldblquote I guess.\rdblquote  Then,\par
\tab\ldblquote I know we were meant to be together,\rdblquote  she looked up to the akia stone, wrinkled her nose saying, \ldblquote the strands of our lives seem to be woven, bonding us together,\rdblquote  then, changing her tone to a more dramatic statement of fact, \ldblquote and neither world or time can stop it.\rdblquote\par
\tab The Chief remained silent sitting beside her, when hot breaths of air came sweeping up from the desert floor he merely closed his eyes and continued listening.\par
 \tab\ldblquote Where I come from, it\rquote s chaos\emdash organized to some point but it\rquote s a muffled existence.  The wind blows, the sea flows; people come, people die.  The streets are paved with blood, there\rquote s screams in the night and nobody cares.\par
\tab\ldblquote Then he came.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote He\rquote s different, he cares\emdash he cares for me!\rdblquote\par
\tab Madelynn didn\rquote t understand it, their age difference wasn\rquote t that much\emdash not that it would matter anyways.  They had kismet, they had more than just simple rapport, they had a bonding that no strain of time or distance could break.\par
 \tab\ldblquote Since time began, man has looked to the awesome reaches of time and space asking themselves:  What is time?  What is space?  What is life itself?  What is death?\rdblquote   The Chief\rquote s words filled Madelynn, she didn\rquote t know what to say back to him, though.\par
 \tab\ldblquote Through hundreds of civilizations, philosophers and scientists have come together with answers, but no solution can come among them as in the end--the bewilderment remains.\par
 \tab\ldblquote Science tells us that nothing ever dies but only changes.\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote Time is irrelevant,\rdblquote  Madelynn supplied, \ldblquote I see it as bending around us and becomes a part of us\emdash making our own time line being with us always.\rdblquote\par
 \tab\ldblquote Out of dark shadows comes knowledge.\rdblquote  the Chief added.\par
 \tab\ldblquote The world is sick, it\rquote s corrupt, deceitful; it goes on and on and on becoming uglier and uglier.  The only thing that\rquote s the same is the sun coming and going; just as it did yesterday and will tomorrow.\rdblquote\line  \tab\ldblquote Tomorrow is an abject thought, a presence of mind to some, a manner of hope to others.\rdblquote  \line  \tab\ldblquote Does it matter?\rdblquote  Madelynn returned, \ldblquote This was tomorrow once.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What is today but yesterday\rquote s tomorrow.\rdblquote\par
\tab The two fell silent thereafter.  \par
\tab Suddenly, after just a few minutes of said silence there was activity at the akia stone.  Running Little and Five Fingers ran out to the stone where a terrific whirlwind had come.  The wind that whirled was more of a dust devil, one that didn\rquote t move once it had come to be.\par
\tab\ldblquote I cant see!\rdblquote  Madelynn shouted as the Dust Devil came to surround the life stone, the darkness of the day had come and the swirling sand stung the girl\rquote s eyes.\par
\tab\ldblquote Is he there?\rdblquote  she asked in hope.\par
\page\tab The Chief and Madelynn were standing, Medicine Man Barks-when-he-sneezes had gone out with the others and were swept up in the storm.  Other Ogambi had come, some going out to the stone, others standing by their Chief.\par
\tab Suddenly there was an explosion of eye blinding proportions; Madelynn clung to Chief Three-toes who held her firmly, shielding her from the blinding light.\par
\tab\ldblquote Did he come back?\rdblquote  she asked in a meek voice.\par
\tab\ldblquote Come see for yourself!\rdblquote  the Chief said gingerly walking the girl to the life giving stone.\par
\tab Madelynn could hardly walk, she could hardly see.  The Dust Devil had stopped but there was still wind whipping stirring up dust and eye stinging sand.  The Chief held her hand and scolded her when she went to rub her eyes.\par
\tab Finally they arrived at the stone where a body lay.\par
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