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Book 8\par
Chapter Twenty Seven\par
The Fuck\par
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Well, why not?\par
\tab Decent into chaos\par
\tab When he lost control he wasn\rquote t sure but it was an inevitable decent brought on by the excessive use of the minding device.  It was the same for all Users.  The more the User utilized the minding gadget for their pleasure the more the electronic bane got its grip on the mind of the User!\par
\tab The EMAD was in charge, no doubt there, followed by his cock, his mind\rquote s desires, and then his heart.  Good sense, decency, common sense all took a backseat and were virtually non-existent.\par
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Advanced flashbang\par
\tab From the time with Brooke, Megan, Sara, Ryan, Ethan, River and Emily, to current time\emdash a few years.  The place was the same, a modest home on the outskirts of town.  It was early Summer and from the time he had used the EMAD to his delight with Brooke and the others to the current time, the EMAD had not been used all that much.  \par
\tab A slight mishap had occurred causing the unit to malfunction.  Having no clue as to the inner workings of the minding device Mack was left in a lurch of unknown territory.  Taking electronic classes at the local college helped but still\emdash the crafters of the EMADs had more going on than simple beginner\rquote s electronics.\par
\tab Outside a Summer rain was falling; it was refreshing and needful.  His mind fell on the aforementioned Brooke.  For days he had had his way with her, having the boys, Ryan, Ethan, River, have their ways with her, too.  Brooke, Megan, Sara\emdash and the woman Emily Procsiami.  She had really been a bitch about the whole thing but was in no position to do anything about it\emdash although she tried.  The EMAD had been able to secure her initially\emdash but then no more and the young 30ish professional woman had to be constantly secured.\par
\tab That was ok with Mack, on her back or on her hands and knees, legs/knees splayed out wide was more than ok.  She was spanked\emdash hard until she was more graciously accepting of her fate.\par
\page\tab Brooke.  He liked her.  Megan and Sara had qualities, too; as did Ryan, Ethan, and River.  Emily not forgotten.  But Brooke filled him almost consumingly.  She was pretty and the one who gave in the most without the EMAD\rquote s help.  After days of being captives, the others fell in line, too.\par
\tab But Brooke was something special.  He didn\rquote t spank her as much (or as hard.)  But he did spank her.  The spanking was something\emdash it gave him such thrills!  It was more than dominance or disciplinary; it was more than mere words in any dictionary could describe.\par
\tab And so it was with regret he released them.  They were the First Group and more were to follow.  Of course, it was some time before the EMAD was capable of making new acquisitions.  But that was ok, Mack fell into work and did alright for himself\emdash preparing for the day that he could make new acquisitions.\par
\tab But first!\par
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Flashback-bang!\par
\tab Peggy Hewely called for her daughter\emdash again.\par
\tab The daughter, though, was still zombiefied (along with her friend, Leanne.)  The cause of her zombiefication stood nakedly against the hall wall a bit nervous for what he was contemplating.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Tammy\emdash you home?\rdblquote  called out Peggy.  The tallish woman pulled items out of the grocery bags; her back to the open kitchen no-door doorway.  She was trim, TALL, slim, pert butt\emdash fuckable.  \par
\tab The minding device seemed to be working ok\emdash he feared that taking the EMAD out of range from the girls would disable the minding lock but he risked it and\'85\par
\tab\lquote take your pants down.\rquote\par
\tab The indicators on the EMAD\rquote s panel showed that indeed a third mind had been \ldblquote acquired.\rdblquote   There were the wavy lines suggesting so along with the strength meter revealing just how acquired the mind captured was.  Mack wasn\rquote t absolutely sure but relatively certain that he had Tammy\rquote s Mom\rquote s mind for him to manipulate.\par
\tab And the proof was the woman paused in taking out the grocery items and pushed down her beige slacks.  Mack was pleased\emdash aren\rquote t you?\par
\tab Regular type panties, yellow, were revealed to Mack.  He smiled and his cock gained some strength.  \lquote nice\rquote  he said to himself.  Real nice.  A new command was sent and the woman pushed down her panties, too.  \par
\tab Minutes later and she was in her bedroom completely naked on her bed (her clothing in a pile on the kitchen floor.)  The woman looked nice with a trimmed trim.  Mack was well pleased.\par
\page\tab Mack took his time\emdash after seeing that his two zombie bitches were still indeed \ldblquote zombiefied.\rdblquote   Laying on Peggy he lightly grinded on her trim but was captivated by her breasts.  The time spent mawing the supple glopes gave sufficient time for his pud to recovery and be satisfactorily hard enough without discomfort to slid into the woman\rquote s sex and \ldblquote get after it.\rdblquote\par
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One good orgasm deserves another\par
\tab 4:10 was when he \ldblquote put it to\rdblquote  the Mother of Tammy\emdash according to the bedside digital clock.  4: 22 was when the last bit of his love empties into Tammy\rquote s Mom\rquote s cunt.  He was drained\emdash and then some.  Loving on the woman\rquote s titties was good, schlepping his salami into her womanly twat was better.  \par
\tab Humping Tammy, Sally, Lania all had been dynamically wondrous.\par
\tab Humping Peggy Hewely beat \lquote em all.  His cock would never be the same.  She wasn\rquote t particularly tight but she had some magical cunt just the same.  Damn!\par
\tab And she had two more holes to fill, too!\par
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\tab He couldn\rquote t stay for long\emdash he had to get home.  But languishing on the bed beside the naked Peggy Hewely beat the hell of going home.  His cock was in no shape to make anal penetration but straddling her chest, cock between her lovely titties\emdash he humped there bringing her head up and having her suck on the head of manhood.\par
\tab Too late did he realize that the EMAD was a bane.\par
\tab And almost too late did he miss hearing voices.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Holy (or OH) shit!\rdblquote  exploded from the lips of Paul Hewely, Tammy\rquote s eighteen year old brother.  He wasn\rquote t alone, oldest brother, Greg was with him and both were stunned beyond belief at the find they had found on the kitchen floor\emdash their Mom\rquote s clothes.\par
\tab Their stunned action helped; they nextly found themselves naked in their Mom\rquote s room.  Mack was thoroughly enjoying himself watching/directing Greg and Paul hump their own Mother.  The boys did a sandwich fuck and while they \ldblquote got after it\rdblquote , youngest brother, Nick, ambled into the house, too.\par
\tab Q&A:  Naturally, Tammy was getting dicked by not one but all three of her brothers.  Naturally!  It was a given.  Starting when she was \ldblquote little\rdblquote  she gave head jobs to first born Greg.  She was six years young, he was eleven.  Nick was nine and she sucked on him, too.\par
\page\tab She had to get a little older before the horny boys attempted anything else.  Tammy was nine before the \ldblquote anything else\rdblquote  happened.  Greg and Paul both licked her pussy out but only Paul got to fuck her\emdash Greg was too old with a big dick and so he didn\rquote t.  Paul DID, though, hump her asshole.\par
\tab At twelve years, both boys were fucking her brains out almost on a weekly basis with younger bro, Nick, getting involved, too.  When fucking her pussy, the boys wore condoms.  Greg was a little rough, and a designated asshole.  Paul and Nick sucked Greg off\emdash a lot.  He also fucked the boys in the ass and spanked them HARD (when no one else was in the house.)  Neither Paul or Nick got to be sucked on by Greg OR take a turn at fucking HIM in the ass.  They instead sodomized one another, sucked, spanked, and showered together.\par
\tab\lquote you want your brothers to fuck your asshole.\rquote\par
\tab\lquote you want to suck your brothers\emdash suck them off!\rquote\par
\tab\lquote you want your brothers to spank you\emdash HARD.\rquote\par
\tab Whether or not the commands would stick wasn\rquote t known.  Mack figured he\rquote d find that out on subsequent re-visits.  All three boys took to humping their Mom; it was quite the thrill for Mack and when each boy had cum sufficiently into their Mom\rquote s twat, Mack returned to the zombiefied girls and had his way with them, specifically Leanne.\par
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There\rquote s the \ldblquote A\rdblquote -List and then there\rquote s the rest\par
\tab Only a few select girls made the infamous \ldblquote A\rdblquote  list.  Most others fell onto the \ldblquote B\rdblquote  list.  Then there were those girls not good enough for the \ldblquote A\rdblquote  or \ldblquote B\rdblquote  list but were still desirable.  Those girls filled the ranks of the \ldblquote C\rdblquote  list, \ldblquote C\rdblquote  standing for \ldblquote Conquest.\rdblquote\par
\tab Julie Weeber was on top of the Conquest List.   \par
\tab Julie Weeber was president of the IBTC; she had no tits whatsoever.  What Julie had in the way of \ldblquote breasts\rdblquote  amounted to two aspirin on an ironing board.  Most times the sixteen year old didn\rquote t bother with wearing a bra\emdash it was a waste of material.  Sometimes when at the nearby river watering hole she fixed her hair up so (or trimmed it short-short) and went topless posing as a boy.  No one was the wiser.\par
\tab Mack liked her\emdash and more importantly, she liked Mack.  They shared an English class together and found a common thread in sharing the likes of literature.  They went to school plays and other school sponsored related activities, had lunch together, and they warmed together to the point where Mack got to take her home.\par
\tab And naturally he boned her there.  Multiple times.\par
\page\tab The girl was shorter than most but not overly so as to be a hazard and stepped on.  She was very slenderly built, flat chested, but had a shapely ass.  At her home were two older brothers, they were already out of high school and out of the house\emdash only returning when they were in need of food, laundry, and money.  Typical.\par
\tab Mack failed to Q&A Julie so he didn\rquote t know if she was getting boned by her brothers or not.  When Mack put his bone into her, she was snug but not tight.  Julie was not a virgin.  The EMAD was working but not well.  Mack wisely didn\rquote t tempt fate all too much and let it be.  Getting fucked was good enough and he was satisfied with that.\par
\tab Fucking Julie was pretty good\emdash he could get her all kinds of ways and with Julie he entered back into that realm that very muchly pleased him\emdash spanking.  He was more than amused to find that with the Subject\rquote s mind captured by the EMAD the walloping of her ass was nil.  That is to say, the Subject was not aware of such actions leaving Mack to wallop-wallop-wallop at his leisure for as long as he wanted\emdash or until his hand stung too much.\par
\tab He had no intention of bringing serious harm to the Subject, Julie or anyone else.  He spanked the flesh until his hand did hurt somewhat only to that realm of being marveled at how the mind controlled the body.  He knew, too, that spanking a Subject who WAS aware was a bit of a turn-on so to speak\emdash it was empowerment to have will over someone else; to administer punishment to someone who couldn\rquote t fight back but only take the abuse.\par
\tab Of course there was a return to Sally, Tammy, Leanne, Lanai, Claudia, too.  They were spanked\emdash with their minds clamped shut, put thru their paces of sexual deviancy furthering Mack\rquote s decent into chaotic realms of depravity.\par
\tab Part of that \ldblquote depravity\rdblquote  was revisiting the Bleacher girls, Jill, Rita, and Wendy.  He knew that if he wanted \ldblquote quality\rdblquote  time with the trio, personal uninterrupted time\emdash then he would have to take them somewhere where no one else was.\par
\tab With school over Mack went to work/help his Dad who had landed a contract with the Forestry Dept clear cutting the side of a mountain.  A long hot Summer lay before them, his Dad was not the only one, of course, but the work would be hard and before the days of modern conveniences more than simple chainsaws.\par
\tab During this time, Mack found a lone logging road no longer in use.  Exploring he found some useful places\emdash a place to hid and be unseen and another place that was for another reason (more on that later).\par
\page\tab From driveway to the worksite\emdash 2hrs.  One hour was just getting to the mountain, then it was a trek up into the rugged mountain to the selected hillside to the jobsite.  Switchback roads, windy roads, narrow roads, STEEP roads\emdash quite a little trek.  And Mack found another interesting site that would serve two purposes.\par
\tab The first purpose.\par
\tab Jill, Rita, Wendy.  Three wonderful girls.  The park was too busy being a Saturday; his Dad was taking the weekend off; and there just didn\rquote t seem to be anyplace that was real secure\emdash except along that route to where he and his Dad were clear cutting.  There was more than one place that would serve a dutiful purpose and Mack zeroed in on one in particular.\par
\tab The trip out of town put Mack hard pressed to keep from doing something with the mindless girls.  With bucket seats only one passenger could occupy the front seat.  Jill occupied the front seat and while making way out of town he fondled her a bit.\par
\tab The road out of town was a sort of backroad but a main road to some towns located out towards the Greenridge Mountain.  A long two-lane road that had good parts and not-so good parts.  Up hills, down steep hills, windy/twisty, and questionable.  And if you didn\rquote t know the road and where certain turn-offs were\emdash you missed it and went sailing off to someplace else.\par
\tab Although for most the Summer Mack had accompanied his Dad to the mountain he apparently didn\rquote t pay that much attention and went some minutes along before realizing \ldblquote Shit, missed it!\rdblquote  and had to make a U-turn.  While doing so he discovered that Rita had wet her pants.\par
\tab While on the opposite side of the road, on a large gravely side of the road under great oaks, Mack hauled the mindless girl out and pulled down her pants.  She had peed good.  He wasn\rquote t angry\emdash but turned on.  Although it was slight risk he lowered the girl\rquote s panties then clumsily got her out of her shoes then the rest of her clothing laying her down on the ground with her legs open.  Her soiled panties and pants were put on the hood of the car where the heat of such and natural warm air would dry them in no time.\par
\tab Jill and Wendy were let out of the car to stand by the fence.  \par
\tab The intent was to take the girls to a more secure locale but the circumstance being what it may Mack took advantage where it was presented.  Hearing no vehicles, the car parked in such away as he was virtually out of sight, Mack got his pants down and positioned himself onto Rita who was of Chinese origin.\par
\tab His throbbing hard cock began to hump on the girl, he arched his back, locked his arms and \ldblquote got after it.\rdblquote   Little Rita lay still and none the wiser.\par
\page\tab Humpity-hump-hump\par
\tab There\rquote s a lot to be said about \ldblquote humping.\rdblquote   Penetration was good but grinding against a girl\rquote s cunt was pretty good, too.  Mack grinded\emdash grinded\emdash grinded to his heart\rquote s content (or until he came.)  Sperm shot out of his piss slit thoroughly soiling Rita\rquote s belly and up her chest even splashing onto her chin.\par
\tab Mack raised his hips angling his cock so as to squirt his liquid love directly onto that which had caused him to squirt in the first place.  With sufficient strength still in his wang he gouged the girl\rquote s cunt almost making entry.\par
\tab Almost.\par
\tab He was about to make the attempt when he heard the sounds of rubber on pavement hauling ass.  It was quite a hustle getting Rita into the car, the other were ok were they were.  Mack himself scrunched down and tried to look nonchalant.\par
\tab The car zoomed by with not even so much as a honk or a look.\par
\tab When the car was gone Mack resumed\'85\par
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Granite Rd\par
\tab Ten miles of paved road winding this way and that then coming along some ranches before entering the first part of a two-hill workout before entering the wooded mountain area of interest.  Some parts of the paved road were quite narrow, steep, and hairpin turns.  Mack didn\rquote t like them, he didn\rquote t like heights and liked them less when the road was narrow with a rugged ragged hill on one side and a steep drop-off on the other.  As a passenger with his Dad on the way back from cutting wood he could see on his side down the ravine old-old cars jammed down into the rocks virtually obscure by the brush.\par
\tab Half an hour going up-up-up the first hill and then a mile of flat top before heading down the other side.  Elevation about two thousand feet.  Scrub brush, oak, live oak, boulders, rutted road.  At the bottom of the first hill a half mile of flat before entering the second hill.  A creek ran across the road\emdash actually, ran under.  A cement bridge went across the creek\emdash which was seldom ever very full.  Both sides of the bank were inundated with rocks and small boulders.  The whole area was serene.\par
\tab Mack pulled over to let his car cool off.  Then he brought the girls one by one to a spot under the bridge where it was cool\emdash and unseen.  There were the nettles to be wary of and Mack took careful precautions to check for snakes and scorpions.\par
\tab With the area secure, Mack proceeded with his naughtiness.  \tab   \par
\page\tab Rita had remained naked and was well enough \ldblquote dry\rdblquote  by the time he got to her again.  This time he licked out her young cunt, very muchly fingered it and found himself even more horny than he had been before.  The girls for the most part were mindless but not zombie-like.  They were coming around.\par
\tab Mack was cool with that\emdash so long as they were still maintainable AND did not recognize him.  The girls\rquote  confusion kept them in the dark.  Rita began to thrash about some giving cause for Mack to smack her thigh and harshly warn her\emdash\ldblquote settle down or it\rquote ll be worse!\rdblquote\par
\tab The girl\rquote s coming around, the forced smack, the harsh warning, the secret locale, all gave Mack the prompt enough to go ahead and commit the final debauchery.\par
\tab There was no one to stop him\emdash\lquote cept the bee that stung his bare sweaty ass.\par
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\tab The day was getting on\emdash so was the stifling heat.  Mack continued with his hanky-panky with Wendy Borock.  She was a cutie and had peed herself, too.  Mack was enthralled and stood the girl up getting more turned on when taking her pants down she peed thru her white panties with red flowers.\par
\tab Nice.\par
\tab For some reason (even more than simple spanking) Mack was turned on and then some.  Wendy had already peed herself but had a bit more to piss thru her panties.  Mack slowly lowered her panties to see the last trickle drizzle out her lovely young cunt.  And although Mack had just cum significantly on Rita\emdash his cock dramatically was hard enough to bust bricks.\par
\tab Never minding the fresh piss on the girl\rquote s cunt, Mack licked all over, nipping the lips and admiring Wendy\rquote s snatch up close and personal.  The girl had super fine cunt hairs and it wasn\rquote t long before his cock was thrusting against and then IN her.\par
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\tab The bee sting to his ass was a little bothersome\emdash thankfully he wasn\rquote t allergic.  The air temp could have been cooler\emdash but thankfully there was the creek.  Pesky gnats were about, bugs of this and that, birds twittering in the trees, no breeze whatsoever.  But Mack was happy, elated, and still moderately horny.\par
\tab And thankfully there was one more girl to satisfy.\par
\tab Jill hadn\rquote t pissed herself.  Mack wondered if he could make her.  He wanted to see a girl pee in her pants, then in her panties, then naked.  He didn\rquote t care to see them pooping.  That would be gross.\par
\page\tab Although horny he wasn\rquote t horny enough to bust bricks.  His cock was hard but scarcely hard enough.  Rubbing it on the nude Jill helped but not enough.  He sucked on her barely-there titties, sucked on her cunt, then lay his cock against her fur burger and humped a good hump before breaching her cunny and driving in.\par
\tab It was a toughie managing to keep rigid enough\emdash he did breech the girl\rquote s virginity and wasn\rquote t pleased with the blood coating his cock.  That was gross, too.  Thankfully there was the nearby creek to wash himself and Jill\rquote s broken-in cunt.  Then it was a resumption of fucking.\par
\tab All three girls were different\emdash it was just a matter of conquest.  Jill\rquote s pussy was just as snug fitting as Wendy\rquote s and Rita\rquote s.  All three girls had uniqueness to them and Mack could find none of the three to rank number one.  He admired them equally.\par
\tab While stuffing himself into Jill he caressed Rita\rquote s ass.  Only part of his cock could make the journey into Jill, his finger made full penetration into Wendy\rquote s virgin chute.  \par
\tab There were barely words to describe the sensation of schlepping his salami into Jill\rquote s poon; good feelings mounted greatly within him causing his toes to curl!  His cock had enormous feelings he had never experienced before\emdash some good and some not so.  Never before had he had such sensations.  A time or two he had to pull out to rest\emdash but his cock rested right against Jill\rquote s sex humping lightly.\par
\tab Upon resumption of fucking the eleven year old he came in just a few pumps.  The orgasm was on him, flowing before he knew it.  The act caught him guard but he managed to enjoy it just the same.  Short bursts of orgasmic bliss exploded into a euphoric blast sending shudders throughout his teen body.\par
\tab He guessed he must of unleashed all his love cream \lquote cause pulling out to hump Jill\rquote s cunt and there was no sperm squirting out but the feeling of such was there.  It was quite an event.  Laying partly on the girl he continued to hump her gash as well as spank and finger fuck Rita\rquote s ass/asshole.\par
\tab Lighting up a doobie Mack sat with his feet in the water chilling out.  It would be a long drive back, he had to re-integrate the girls back into the fold, then go home and do something around the house, take a shower and go to bed!\par
\tab But first!\par
\tab The day was getting on and there was time consideration to consider.  But Mack paid heed to the Almighty Cock.  Resting nakedly in the creek helped revitalize him but only so much.  His cock ached and ached terribly.  \par
\page\tab On her hands and knees, Mack sat back masturbating admiring the girl\rquote s lovely-lovely ass.  She had a nice ass, too; shapely round, not lily-lily white, smooth and supple and just right to cum on.  But it wasn\rquote t the flesh of the girl\rquote s ass Mack was so interested in\emdash it was her hole.\par
\tab The girl\rquote s cunt was nice, too\emdash no doubt there.  A little fingering of the hole, some spanking, then he was all about invading.  The girl was none the wiser and that was a bit of a bugger for the buggering bugger.  He would have likened to have his Subjects a little more \ldblquote lively.\rdblquote   With Sally and the other high school girls there was the ability to channel them into being themselves without them knowing what they were doing (or by whom.)  Mack\rquote s fiddling with the minding contraption sort of foiled that aspect and so the best he could hope for was a mind blitz.\par
\tab He would have to settle for that for the time being.\par
\tab Penetration to Wendy, and the subsequent girls in waiting, was a toughie.  Only dire determination made the event possible.  Gripping the girl\rquote s hips the drive into the dirt chute was only partially successful.  Closing his eyes and thinking of Sally, Lanai, Tammy\rquote s Mom, neighborhood girls of this age and that, helped Mack get a sufficient boner.  Running his hands up and down the girl\rquote s side helped, too.\par
\tab After all three girls had gotten well fucked in their young pussy and then their asshole, they were washed up in the creek, dried by the sun, then dressed.  It wore Mack out but it was necessary.  The girls were then reloaded into the car and returned to the park.\par
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\tab The twins, Bonnie and Hanna Carney stood with their pants and panties down\emdash and all the observer Mack could do was sigh and take them in (visually.)  He was enamored by the girls, marveled by their beauty.  An overwhelming composite of emotions filled him.  He was still overwhelmed just having them!\par
\tab The EMAD was a way of life.\par
\tab There had been close calls; the EMAD petered out on him for no known reason; the Subject/Captive had been equipped with a personal GPS/tracking device; failure to check security issues.  All resulting in absolute paranoia resulting in purchasing the remotely located home outside of town.  The minding device had gone thru some alterations, upgrades over the last few years.  And for a time it had been non-operational completely.  At first Mack had been pissed about that\emdash but then relieved.  He was still obsessed but the two year hiatus had been welcomed.\par
\page\tab Once the EMAD was back online it was back to the same-oh same-oh occupation of conquestionable pursuits.  His desires of lust and conquest of such had to be met.  Bonnie and twin sister Hanna met that desire.  Both girls were incredible cute; both had unique features; their smiles, eyes, facial expression, body size, everything made them a natural for \ldblquote acquisition.\rdblquote\par
\tab They had been equipped with the latest technology to keep them safe.  That \ldblquote technology\rdblquote  was disabled by the upgraded EMAD and placed on a dog collar.  The girls were \ldblquote talked\rdblquote  to, \ldblquote go forward\rdblquote , \ldblquote turn right\rdblquote , and so on directing them far out of the prying electronic eyes of the mall they were acquired from.\par
\tab What exactly the draw really was\emdash Mack didn\rquote t know.  On some esoteric level he supposed it was \ldblquote family\rdblquote  orientated.  He wanted a family.  But you needed a social life for that to happen.  After high school there was some college, a brief military career, the passing of his parents.  There was little time for \ldblquote socializing\rdblquote  (there had been some\emdash more on that later.)\par
\tab He was pleased with his acquisition.  They were way pretty, young, tender, virgin, fuckable.  Some joy was in watching the girls undress themselves.  He didn\rquote t understand the \ldblquote why\rdblquote  of it\emdash he just enjoyed watching as the girls pushed down their pants and then their panties.  Bonnie had on green tinted panties, twin sister Hanna had yellow undies.\par
\tab Both girls had the same hair style, same smile, same eyes, body style, and poon pie hair.  Mack closely examined the girl\rquote s every nuance and it wasn\rquote t so much to hump them anymore\emdash although that was the sweet part not to be forgotten.  It was just having them.  Naked.  Having them naked in his presence, his personal private presence.\par
\tab With Bonnie across his lap and Hanna standing right before them fingering herself while she stood near mindless, Mack lightly smacked Bonnie\rquote s ass.  Not hard, not even hard enough to turn the skin.  He had only had the girls for a short time but planned on keeping them for \ldblquote a while.\rdblquote\par
\tab In his mind he knew he needed someone (his age) to share his life.  But the thing was, though, he knew, too; there was no one like him.  That was the bugger of it.  No woman, anyways, would be like him\emdash to have likes in the category of pervert perversion.  There were guys, and he had a guy friend he was budding up to, but as far as female companionship?  Nil.  Non-existent.  No way\emdash no how.\par
\tab A fatherly figure?  Was that what he wanted?  In no way was he a representative of the Father Force.  There was just something more he wanted than mere companionship.  His relationship with his parents was ok, mediocre at best.  He saw other families, some were good\emdash some were so-so and others were suggestable.\par
\page\tab But a family was what he wanted.\par
\tab The EMAD helped pave the way in some loose sort of way.\par
\tab Loving on Bonnie and Hanna soothed him\emdash pleased him.  The desire to \ldblquote fuck their silly girlie brains out\rdblquote  soared to lofty heights, consuming him.  But he held off\emdash for the time being.  He was remotely located out of town and \ldblquote off the beaten path.\rdblquote   He had time.  Satisfaction was good enough just having them naked and grinding on them.\par
\tab What he wanted was for them to be themselves\emdash and the required more fine tuning of the EMAD.  That would require risky fiddling with the new and improved minding device.  \lquote best leave sleeping dogs lie.\rquote\par
\tab The EMAD, Mack realized, was more than a \ldblquote crutch.\rdblquote   It was a bane.  The nifty gadget that allowed him to have his way with girls had another overpowering draw on the User\emdash a dangerous overwhelming draw leaving Mack to wonder \ldblquote who was in charge?\rdblquote\par
\tab Some incidences of note:\par
\tab Incident of Note 1:\par
\tab It was a little creepy living in his parents house after they had \ldblquote gone.\rdblquote   And it came to the point whereas it creeped Mack out too much and so he moved.  His new place was alright and would do for the time being.  Just a week after settling in and there was a disturbance.  The garage was the place of the disturbance\emdash it was unattached to the house and set a ways back, too.\par
\tab Using military training, Mack stole to the garage surprising a young would be thief attempting to get into Mack\rquote s still prized car, the Chevy.  The would be thief was a teen punk and very muchly surprised that he had been \ldblquote surprised.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Looks like you fucked up.\rdblquote  Mack told the surprised thief.\par
\tab The boy, dressed in dark clothing\emdash no gloves or attempt to conceal identity, look to make an escape.  Mack smiled to the seventeen year.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shouldn\rquote t you be home sucking on your Momm\rquote a tit?\rdblquote\par
\tab This made the boy lunge.\par
\tab Mack\rquote s military training foiled the teen\rquote s feeble attempt.  The boy went sprawling to the floor favoring his banged knee.  Keeping his cool, Mack grabbed the boy and tossed him up against the car (and kneed him in the balls as he did so.)\par
\tab\ldblquote You might want to find another vocation,\rdblquote  Mack seethed, \ldblquote\rquote cause this one sure don\rquote t square your pistol!\rdblquote   the would-be thief was then roughed up a bit with the thief would-be not managing much of a fight back.\par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re fucking pathetic.\rdblquote  Mack seethed.  \ldblquote Not much of a fighter, less than a thief.\rdblquote  He paused then smiled, \ldblquote let\rquote s try something else!\rdblquote  and with that he unzipped and unleashed Mack Jr.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Suck me.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote FUCK YOU!\rdblquote  blurted the teen spitting blood and staggering against the car.\par
\tab\ldblquote Later, but first SUCK ME!\rdblquote  and the minding gadget seldom out of reach or hand came into play.  \par
\tab Try as he might, Lake Tillerpool, could fight off the EMAD\rquote s minding abilities.  He tried and thought he was managing but he wasn\rquote t.  He wasn\rquote t a thief or a fighter and had no ability to resist a minding device, either.\par
\tab\ldblquote take off your clothes.\rdblquote\par
\tab To Mack, a girl or a boy suited him.  He preferred girls but boys were good, too.  He didn\rquote t particularly care for boys as old as Lake, but the situation warranted an upgrade.\par
\tab Lake tried to resist but was overtaken by the EMAD.  The black tee-shirt came off revealing a bare chest racked with scars, punctures, nipple rings, ring worm, skin cancer.  \par
\tab Raven dark hair did Lake have, a single gold earring, eyebrow stud, tongue stud, nose stud\emdash but the boy was far from being \ldblquote a stud.\rdblquote   The typical trend setting style of boots were pulled off, no socks, and the boy stood trying hard not to continue.\par
\tab Mack upped the Gain on the EMAD and the boy went into fits as an ear piercing sound rivered thru his body causing him to contort oddly and behave even odder.\par
\tab Lake continued to struggle against the electronic mind invasion as he undone his dirty black jeans.  But that electronic mind invasion was far more powerful and down to his ankles came those dirty black jeans.  His equally not so clean white boxers followed and Lake\rquote s \ldblquote fellow\rdblquote  was there for all to see.\par
\tab\ldblquote Lemme go, Mister!\rdblquote  breathed hard Lake.\par
\tab Mack smiled, shook his head, and gave the would-be thief a thirty second jolt of discomforting electricity.  It wasn\rquote t enough to cause harm but it was uncomfortable.\par
\tab After wriggling on the cement floor for a minute or two, the teen got onto his knees and addressed Mack throbbing hard cock.  By admission he admitted to sucking on cock before\emdash under dire duress he explained the deed was mutual with a friend years ago.  They were merely experimenting.\par
\tab\ldblquote ever fuck each other up the ass?\rdblquote\par
\tab More dire duress and before the full effect of electrical discomfort walloped him again, Lake nodded that they had\emdash but only a couple of times.\par
\page\tab More nifty info came as Lake detailed the rape of a neighborhood boy.  No girls.  Lake had fucked a girl but he was drunk and barely remembered it.  And that was that for his sexual experience\emdash except handjobbing himself.\par
\tab Mack increased the power output, minding output, on the minding device compelling young Lake to \ldblquote suck.\rdblquote   Mack was a grown man and so servicing his dick was not to his pleasure.  Mack didn\rquote t care.\par
\tab\ldblquote suck me, or suffer.\rdblquote\par
\tab Tough choice.\par
\tab Closing his eyes the young teen took the manly manhood and sucked it.  He sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked.  Mack fucked the boy\rquote s face, pulling out to slap the boy\rquote s face, then fucked his mouth to the point of ejaculating.\par
\tab\ldblquote stand up, thief.\rdblquote\par
\tab Lake stood.  He had \ldblquote hit\rdblquote  a couple of other houses on the block getting away with bicycles, power tools, a portable generator, a motorcycle, and so on.  The items then were sold quickly usually by the following day.  He bought drugs and blew the rest usually in the same day, too.\par
\tab Bent over with his legs spread, Lake trembled as he knew what was next.  Mack caressed the teen\rquote s ass, slapped his cock against the teen\rquote s ass, but instead of sodomizing the boy straightaway\'85\par
\tab A handy-dandy screwdriver handle dipped in wheel bearing packing grease was shoved into Lake\rquote s hole\emdash then reamed.  Lake fidgeted and freaked out twisting oddly and calling out in his discomfort.  The handle of the screwdriver disappeared into the boy\rquote s hole; Mack \ldblquote reached around\rdblquote  and masturbated the boy having him at length turn around and re-suck his cock.\par
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\tab 3:35AM\par
\tab Banner St. Bridge\par
\tab Not a soul was out at the godawful hour; \lquote cept those folks up to no good, police, cheating spouses, and Mack Borelin.  Banner St. Bridge was not a main bridge by no means, it was well used and went over a body of water but was not a main bridge.\par
\tab A rainstorm had hit the area recently, even a worse one in the nearby mountains causing that \ldblquote body of water\rdblquote  below the bridge to be even more than it usually was.  In many years, most years, the body of water was non-existent.  Seldom was the Ernkey River flowing.  It was one of those rivers that fed underground aquifers.  It was a so-so river where mobilehome parks lined its banks, working oilfield nearby, horsey farms here and there, and so-so parks.\par
\page\tab It was a little spooky with the high overgrowth of olendars, oaks, cottonwoods, eucalyptus trees, and brush.  One part by the so-so park was known as Possum Holler.  \par
\tab Mack parked just about in the middle of the bridge close up to the railing.  There was a small designated marked path for walkers/bicyclists to cross the bridge.  No walkers or bicyclists were about\emdash not at three-thirty in the morning.\par
\tab Opening the back of the car there was the naked Lake, hands bound, lubricated screwdriver handle up his ass, gagged, with busted nuts.  Not very kindly did Mack drag the hapless youth out and sling him immediately over the railing that had a \ldblquote sharp\rdblquote  edge gouging the boy\rquote s stomach.\par
\tab The screwdriver was jammed in even further so as just the point of the flathead was exposed.  Mack then did masturbate the boy\rquote s cock and was going to do more to him when he heard a car coming.  Banner St. was a two-laner in each direction separated by a one-lane wide dirt berm (until the bridge.)  The road going South went along with a large church on one side, the river view park on the other, then up a hill and beyond.\par
\tab The other direction of Banner St. went out to the wasteland of oilfields and more mobilehome parks.  A car was coming from that direction but was still far enough away not to be a security risk.  A bridge crossed over Banner in several places, turned slightly, and was not always straight or even.\par
\tab Lake had no strength in him allowing Mack to unbind the young man\rquote s wrists and ankles (and gag) then wrestle the boy to where he was sitting on the railing.  Checking to his left Mack checked the oncoming car and barely missed the one coming down the hill from the right.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Any last words, pussy?\rdblquote  Mack seethed.\par
\tab And before the boy could say anything\emdash he was shoved.\par
\tab The drop from the bottom of the bridge to the surface of the water\emdash 80 feet.  The river was full, flowing fastly, and cold.  Several small islands dotted the causeway; there were deep parts, shallow parts; inlets and outlets to various water courses, pumping units, and sewers.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good luck!\rdblquote  Mack said as the cars neared closer.  He made for his car and shut the door just as both cars whizzed by going off in their own direction with no acknowledgement of Mack\rquote s presence whatsoever.\par
\tab Mack remained as he was for several minutes then fired up the Chevy and returned home.  And that was it!\par
\tab *end note:  Lake Tillerpool wasn\rquote t even reported \ldblquote missing\rdblquote  for three days.  He was never found\'85\par
\pard\qc\page *\par
\pard Right place\emdash right time\par
\tab He had thoughts and every intention of \ldblquote releasing\rdblquote  the twins, Bonnie and Hanna.  Every thought and every intention.  But the desire\emdash the desire to have them \ldblquote a little while longer\rdblquote  persisted.  No, insisted.  They were SOOOOO pretty!  With Bonnie and Hanna he was not aggressive or rough with them.  Light spanking, no torture, and gentle when penetrating them.  \par
\tab Having the girls prance about the home naked was cool; he also liked them to walk around in their panties\emdash and panties only.  He had them go ahead and \ldblquote fart\rdblquote  in his presence, to tell him when they had to pee and then go stand in the bathtub and pee standing up.\par
\tab As the days went on, the girls did become more and more themselves and settle into the naughty world of Mack Borelin.  The EMAD helped in that route soothing their young impressionable minds; the use of the minding device became less and less to the point where it didn\rquote t have to be used at all.  The girls willingly performed for Mack whenever he wished; they were his \ldblquote daughters\rdblquote  and whenever the desire to engage immorally with them struck him it was a done deal.\par
\tab The twins suited him\emdash but of course, more would be good, too.\par
\tab Being twins, Mack had a time trying to decide which twin was the best.  Bonnie and Hanna were equal in their appearance and Mack had often wondered how did their parents, or parents of twins, triplets, etc., discern who was who?  After a few days of having Bonnie and Hanna to himself, he did determine \ldblquote who was who\rdblquote  by subtle nuances to their character.  Mannerisms, slight differences in their appearance, and other nifty features made determining who was \ldblquote Bonnie\rdblquote  and who was \ldblquote Hanna.\rdblquote\par
\tab Making love to the girls, too, was different.  Each girl made love in a similar but singular manner.  It had taken days before Mack was able to make full vaginal penetration to the girls.  Entering their assholes had been easier.  Getting BJs had been easy.  Fucking their cunts had been time consuming.  He didn\rquote t want to be harmful to them and wanted their lovemaking to be joyous.  That took time.\par
\tab Watching the girls pee (standing up), bent over across his lap for a light/gentle spanking; they on their backs with their legs up with knees back; the girls on their hands and knees; the girls sucking his cock and balls; Hanna on her back taking his love tool with her young titties jiggling with each thrusting from Mack\rquote s powerful cunt hungry cock\emdash Bonnie on top of Mack riding his cunt hungry cock made life in the remote homestead very pleasant.\par
\page\tab There was another side of Mack Borelin, though; a deeper dark side.  Was it the EMAD\rquote s influence?  Society?  Or a part of every human psyche freed \ldblquote every so often\rdblquote  for no other reason than just simply fucking because?  Some scholars and psychology theorist suggest that all humans have a \ldblquote dark side.\rdblquote   Most are able to keep those less than human traits captive, hidden, buried in their psyche and go on to live productive socially acceptable lives.\par
\tab However, there are those who freely adopt the Dark Side and go on to become Hillside Slayers, Freeway Snipers, Riverside Stranglers, and a general nuisance to the general public.\par
\tab The EMAD was a boon to the socially challenged society.  Immorality had always been a part of any populace\emdash whether a large modern day city, a small town, or a rural setting.  Somewhere, someone was willing to submit to the Dark Side and become less than human, less than what society was willing to tolerate or put up with.  The advent of the electronic minding devices was another plague on the general populace and an aid to the perverted.\par
\tab On occasion Mack\rquote s Dark Side crept up into his psyche and took over.\par
\tab Where exactly on the Mack Borelin time line his Dark Side incidences took precedent was unknown.  But they happened and were a part of him, a part of his psyche.\par
\tab One such Dark Side incident:\par
\tab Grandma Koskow\par
\tab Who the woman was exactly wasn\rquote t known; on reflection it was determined that she was a neighbor\emdash or one who lived in Mack\rquote s former neighborhood.  Emily Koskow wasn\rquote t the primary target, it was her visiting granddaughter, Molly.\par
\tab Molly was a cutey and on her visits to her Grandma she usually came in a variety of clothing styles; short talls, short britches of varying colors, skirts and dresses more fitting for Sunday School than visiting one\rquote s grandma and sometimes in loose fitting jeans.\par
\tab She was adorable.  Sometimes had a cap on her head, a beret.  Kiddie watch, bracelets, and a bookbag serving as an overnite bag.  That face was incredible; her blond hair was honey long, straight, and adorned with varying clips and braids.\par
\tab For no other reason than \ldblquote just because\rdblquote , Mack B wanted to see that little girl naked.  He wanted to rub on her butt, spank it, pee on it.  He wanted to see HER peeing (standing up); he wanted to lick her little poon out (then cum on it) and he wanted to see her fucked.\par
\tab It was a passion of desire that he would not be denied.\par
\page\tab Pauline Koskow wasn\rquote t a bad dame, either\emdash for her age.  But she wasn\rquote t the primary target.  Some details were missing from Mack\rquote s memory file.  The \ldblquote detail\rdblquote  not overly necessary\emdash it just helps \ldblquote fill in the blanks\rdblquote  and is regarded as \ldblquote story filler.\rdblquote   Be that as it may,\par
\tab In Pauline\rquote s house was Mack in the living room with Pauline and little Molly.  The EMAD was working but there was some sort of hang-up whereas the nifty minding device wasn\rquote t working one hundred percent.  That was ok with Mack\emdash bold confrontation worked just as well.\par
\tab Mostly it was fear that compelled Pauline Koskow to strip off her clothing.  She was feared and pissed at the same time.  It wasn\rquote t so much fear for herself\emdash but for her young granddaughter.  When Pauline was naked she laid herself out on the country sofa.  \par
\tab Mack stood nakedly before her masturbating; as he put himself on Pauline, his manhood sliding into womanness that hadn\rquote t seen a cock in years.  While he got into the rhythm of humping he had little Molly undress herself much to Pauline\rquote s dismay.\par
\tab Mack\rquote s cock surged and engorged significantly as the little seven year old slipped off her short tall outfit.  She wore a light sleeveless yellow top underneath with basic white kiddie panties.  Grandma Koskow tried to resist the electronic mind hold on her mind\emdash she was aware (very) and though she could struggle against the assault she was virtually powerless regardless.\par
\tab With the little girl in her panties only, Mack Borelin drove home.  In doing so\emdash he got Pauline \ldblquote off!\rdblquote   It was her first time and try-try-try as she might she couldn\rquote t deny the pending orgasm from orgasming.  She shuddered all over and succumbed to sexual bliss.\par
\tab Meanwhile, diabolical Mack with no morals had little Molly sit on the edge of the seat cushion.  Then she laid back with her legs spreading open.  While Mack put it to the little girl\rquote s Grandmother, he caressed the front area of the granddaughter.  \par
\tab The caressing turned to fingers slipping inside the girl\rquote s underwear.\par
\tab Mack\rquote s cock surged more and his thrusting into the old woman increased.  For her 60-something year old body, the dame wasn\rquote t bad; she wasn\rquote t wrinkly, a prude, or stanky.  She wasn\rquote t a \ldblquote doll\rdblquote  but she was fuckable.  The thing was, though, she was out of age range for Mack was all.\par
\tab Molly should have been, too; but for No Morals Mack; after hooking the crotch of her panties he pulled the garment down her legs.  While still humping the Grandmother he hooked Molly\rquote s ankles together and held them up checking out the child\rquote s goodie.  \par
\page\tab The EMAD had control of little Molly, too; but only so much.  The same with Pauline and that was a security risk.  After blowing a massive wad into Granny\rquote s cunt that hadn\rquote t seen dick action in years, Mack tended to the granddaughter.  Pauline wasn\rquote t thrilled with that and tried to fight; the EMAD no longer really had a hold on her but what she had been thru already had virtually zapped her strength.\par
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\tab Obsession consumed Mack as he got busy with little Molly.  She was too little for actual penetration so grinding against her was the next best thing.  \par
\tab Grind-hump-grind-hump and repeat.  Mack\rquote s cock got very sore, achy, beyond sore and achy before finally unleashing a horrendous amount of jiz.  The event (of ejaculation) totally sank all of his energy.  He melted.  He virtually collapsed onto the little girl, heaving and unable to muster the tiniest of energy.  Thankfully, neither Molly or her Grandmother were able to do anything, either.\par
\tab He was still far from being finished with the two, especially Molly.  While resting, recovering, he lay off to one side of Molly diddling his fingers in his fresh spilled spunk.  The spunk was gooied up against the child\rquote s cunt being pushed in.  With lubed fingers he fingered out the girl\rquote s asshole, too.\par
\tab Midway along recovery of his strength he pulled himself together, sat up, and positioned Molly across his lap.  Then he commenced to spanking her.  Not hard, but enough to turn the pert little girl\rquote s ass a nice shade of red.  More asshole fingering followed and that soon turned to the little one being pressed against the sofa cushion with Mack positioned behind her.  His restrengthened cock poking at her gooied asshole forcing its way in.\par
\tab He wasn\rquote t himself.  That was clear\emdash but not to Mack at the time.  Was the EMAD the influencer?  Society to blame?  The Dark Side of every human surfacing?  Or a combination of all?  Though little Molly was too little to be properly butt fucked\emdash Mack butt fucked little Molly.  His manly manhood didn\rquote t make full anal penetration but close counts.  He drove in powerfully humping hard, thrusting harder.  When he pulled out he slapped the little one\rquote s ass, gouging her cunny then reinserting into her ass.\par
\tab Another incredible blast of spunk squirted forth rendering its user useless.  There was more he wanted to do\emdash lots more.  All he had time for was to marvel at Molly, finger her pussy some more, caress her all over, and give out.  \par
\page\tab The next thing he was aware of was pushing naked Pauline over into a pit.  The pit was in a deep heavily dense wooded area, down a sloping hillside.  The pit he had found while hunting while taking a break from cutting wood with his Dad years earlier.  The \ldblquote pit\rdblquote  was something of a cave and actually was a vertical mine with a rather large opening.  The \ldblquote cave\rdblquote  had been a natural one and miners had just expanded but apparently found nothing for their efforts and gave up leaving the cave as was is.\par
\tab The pit was virtually unseen until a hapless wanderer was right on it.  It was deep and concaved back in on itself.  Think of a large open cave on a hillside going in about ten feet, then angle downwards sharply to curve inward underneath where you be standing on top.  A large bump was before the cave and also just inside on the hillside.  From the rim/ledge to the bottom was some thirty feet where a pool of water collection was along with wood debris.  You couldn\rquote t see directly down to the bottom due to underground inward curve.\par
\tab Lots of animals had fallen prey to the hazardous unseen pit and it was the perfect place to \ldblquote dispose\rdblquote  of a body, or two.  After pushing Pauline over and hearing her hit the water he remained perched on his knees in wonderment.  What had happened?  How?  He had no firm recollection of Granny Pauline\rquote s death?  How had she died?  Did he himself have a hand it?  How had he gotten her to where she was?  \par
\tab Obviously he had driven there but he didn\rquote t remember the drive whatsoever.  The pit was an hour and some minutes further than the \ldblquote bridge\rdblquote  mentioned earlier with the bleacher girls.  He didn\rquote t remember the drive at all.\par
\tab With a sigh he made his way precariously up the hill to find his car, the Chevelle, parked there.  In the backseat was Molly, dressed, and asleep.  She had peed herself good and was sound-sound to sleep.  Mack was in a funk\emdash there was a large chunk of memory missing and it worried him greatly.\par
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Decent into madness\par
\tab How, when, and other notable thoughts on reflection for the time line were negligible to Mack\rquote s inherent dementia brought on by the overwhelming influence of the EMAD.  Though the electronic minding device was just that\emdash a device, its power was not unlike an addition to alcohol, cigarettes, or illegal drugs.  One doesn\rquote t light up one day, smoke another day, snort something the following day and become instantly \ldblquote addicted.\rdblquote   It takes time.\par
\page\tab The Hoxglove family lived down the street from Mack.  Three girls, one boy.  The girls were cute, even (and especially, the ten year old who had been named after his favorite flower\emdash Daisy.)  She was ten, sister Darria and Dora were thirteen and twelve respectively.  First born Darren was a nice enough boy, he was fifteen and Mack had to assume that he was tagging at least one of his siblings.  Mack had long pined for the three girls, even considered a hump with Darren.\par
\tab Darria Hoxglove had a nice bod for being thirteen; a nice chest and a matching ass.  She often wore tight jeans but not too tight.  She was bright, bubbly, friendly, and fuckable\emdash oh so fuckable.\par
\tab Dora was a little more reserved.  She had the dark hair while her sisters and brother had the blond hair.  Dora was the smart one, Honor Student, Dean\rquote s List, and so on.  She played the flute in the school band, sang in the choir (but didn\rquote t stand out), and volunteered her self at a local hospital.  She was cute, friendly, and was equally comfortable in jeans, dresses, and skirt oufits.\par
\tab Daisy\emdash though the girl was merely ten (and that didn\rquote t bother Mack none) she was a cutey-pie.  Very friendly, too friendly for her own good.  She was unabashed about herself whether she was in a dress or pants as she did tumbling in her front yard \ldblquote revealing\rdblquote  herself.  \par
\tab For no other reason than \ldblquote just because\rdblquote :\par
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\tab Dorrine Hoxglove put a fresh load of laundry into the washer; daughter Dora brought in an armload of sheets and other bedding.  She seemed exhausted and rightfully so with the suddenness of cleaning hitting her.  She shared a room with his siblings but was hoping to get the attic for her own room, her own \ldblquote space.\rdblquote   Getting into Mom\rquote s good graces was a good start.\par
\tab Darria vacuumed the living room.\par
\tab Daisy brought trash from the two bathrooms.\par
\tab Darren was in his bedroom, door closed.  Supposedly the boy was collecting his dirty laundry.  He wasn\rquote t.  He was naked, masturbating.  Standing up before a wall mirror he gallantly toyed with his teenhood.  With hands on his hips he flopped his johnson all about in a wicked Zulu dance.  When he hurt himself he quit\emdash only to turn around and slap his ass!\par
\tab Bending over, spreading his cheeks he continued spanking himself and slinging his testicle sac.  Then he was sitting down facing the mirror, spreading his legs WIDE and commencing to \ldblquote flog the dog\rdblquote  seriously.\par
\tab Who he \ldblquote thought about\rdblquote  while dogging his flog was unknown, but he DID have a pair of panties wrapped about his dog to help the cause.\par
\page\tab Darren was cumming off; a great squirt of juice blasted out of his piss slit and he \ldblquote came all over the place!\rdblquote   One big squirt, then a medium jut, with the rest coating his hand and the panties.  He moaned, groaned, and watched in the mirror as he came and came and came.\par
\tab Then he laid down putting his butt right up to the floor length mirror, spreading his cheeks to open his asshole.  For a moment he merely admired the hole, there was a quirky smile, then he began caressing his ass and fingering his hole slathered up with his cum.  He attempted anal penetration but was actually grossed out by the deed.  The act, though, got him hard and once more he began whacking off.\par
\tab The next thing he remembered was standing in the family living room, butt naked, masturbating with one hand, fondling his balls with the other.  He just stood there stroking and fondling; sister Dora came out from laundry room with a fresh load of laundry to find her brother in such a state\emdash she dropped the laundry and was too shocked to scream.  So sister Daisy did.\par
\tab That brought Darria and Mom Dorrine.\par
\tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote  uttered Darria.\par
\tab Mom Dorrine was like Dora, too shocked to speak.\par
\tab Then,\par
\tab Dora was even more shocked to see her Mom undressing.\par
\tab Darria felt like she had been socked in the stomach.  \par
\tab Then Dora and Daisy stood with mouths agape, eyes staring, watching in awe as their Mother became totally naked and sister Darria began undressing.  Brother Darren stood stark naked still stroking himself.\par
\tab Darria got down to her panties and stopped.  She stood up straight and seemed unemotional.  Mother Dorrine also stood (nakedly) also without emotion.  Then Darria pushed down her powder blue panties, turned around and got on the large overstuffed green country sofa.  Brother Darren let out a moan; he paused choking his chicken and squeezed it.  Cum was dripping out of the piss slit as his eyes focused strongly onto his sister\rquote s naked ass.\par
\tab Kicking her panties off her ankles she settle up against the back of the sofa, spreading her legs\emdash then spreading her thirteen year old ass.  Sperm shot out of her brother\rquote s dick and he let out a small very audible moan.  Darria leaned against the back of the sofa, legs spread wide, ass spread wide, revealing her nakedness causing near convulsions in her brother.\par
\tab Dorrine heard a voice in her head\emdash it was the strangest thing.  It was like an echo but not echoing.  \lquote have you been naughty with your sisters?\rquote\par
\tab The question was repeated with the last time the tone being more demanding.  It confused Dorrine and then she realized that the invasive question was directed at her son, Darren.\par
\page\tab Dorrine wasn\rquote t sure but she thought she heard her son say, \ldblquote yes.\rdblquote\par
\tab Yes he was \ldblquote naughty\rdblquote  with his sisters.\par
\tab At first she was appalled, but then she realized that it was a given.  But to what level of \ldblquote naughty\rdblquote  was her children engaged in?  The answer was found in a floating memory engram Dorrine was able to see in her own mind but it was from son Darren in response to the inquiry from the Voice:\par
\tab In the hall bathroom the girls shared was Darren rubbing his penis against Darria\rquote s bared ass.  The girl stood up against the pedestal sink brushing her teeth with one hand tugging down her pajama bottoms as well as her panties.\par
\tab It was a shocking scene but not deplorable.  Dorrine knew that brothers and sisters \ldblquote fooled around\rdblquote  with \ldblquote touchy-feely\rdblquote  and that was generally acceptable.  She worried, though, was there more?  Did they copulate, engage orally?\par
\tab Another memory enrgam revealed Dora masturbating her brother.\par
\tab Sister Daisy was seen kissing her brother\rquote s dick!\par
\tab Both girls were naked standing in the bathroom.  Darren had a raging hard-on and was also naked.  It seemed to be evening type time; sister Darria was in the bathtub.  Whether or not Daisy did more than kiss the dick wasn\rquote t known.\par
\tab Dorrine was a little appalled at her children but not overly angry.\par
\tab Dora began undressing herself.  There was some trembling but that soon stopped and the girl seemed calm but notably confused as off came her top, halter, and shoes.  She paused with trembling fingers at the button to her jean shorts but unbuttoned the brass button and pushed down the jeans.\par
\tab Darren stood with eyes on Dora, mouth open, fingers clasped about his pud squeezing the member with even more cum oozing out.  Dora wore yellow panties and they hugged her body nicely.  Darren emitted another moan (of pleasure.)\par
\tab Dorrine tried to fight the hold on her\emdash she realized that someone was using a minding device against her (and her family.)  She couldn\rquote t move, she had basic knowledge about EMADs and their amazing \ldblquote holds\rdblquote  but she had never personally experienced such an attack.  It was awing not to be able to move and not understanding fully how she couldn\rquote t.  \par
\tab Dora pushed down her panties\emdash slowly.  Lightly she drew a finger to her poon, then cupped and squeezed her delicate young breasts.  A jut of spunk blasted out of Darren\rquote s cock and he looked like he was in agony.\par
\tab With her panties down, some finger, squeezing done, the young girl made her way to the sofa where she sat on a cushion beside sister Darria.  She didn\rquote t sit all the way back but her butt on the very edge of the cushion.\par
\page\tab Dorrine felt some sort of magnificence in her but still was unable to defeat the invisible grasp holding her.  She could only stand nakedly and watch as Dora leaned her shoulders back to the back of the sofa spreading her legs out wide fully exposing herself\emdash her sex.\par
\tab Daisy stood breathing hard.  She had pissed herself she was so scared.  She knew she was next.  And she was.  Trying to resist was like trying to scratch an intense itch while holding up an incredible weight like say an anchor.  But the itch was what she didn\rquote t want to do but was overly compelled to do so.  It was confusing and the more she tried to resist the more the intensity of the itch was.  She had to satisfy the itch and that was all there was to it.\par
\tab Daisy\rquote s pants came down firstly revealing just how much she had peed.  A lot.  She wore green panties with cartoon characters all over them and the whole area of her crotch was soiled.  She breathed hard with her mouth open face full of bewilderment.  Off came her pretty blue top with a bold bright daisy on the front.  No bra.  She didn\rquote t need one.  She wore a small half halter just because.\par
\tab Dorrine felt that she should do something.  She knew that soon there was going to be something happen before her that she truly wouldn\rquote t be able to tolerate.  She had to stop it.  But the invisible force holding her was too much for her.\par
\tab Daisy rolled down her panties and stood naked.  Her confusion and bewilderment had lessoned to that of acceptance.  Stepping out of her clothes she approached her naked brother.  Darren stared at her and released his cumming cock.  Daisy put her fingers about the pulsing prong and gave it a couple of strokes before she put her lips to the soiled head.\par
\tab It felt like someone had sucker punched Dorrine.  She was aghast.  It was one thing to see the image of Daisy kissing her brother\rquote s dick in her mind but it was clearly something else to see her doing such right before her.\tab\par
\tab Daisy did make a bit of a face as she tasted her brother\rquote s spunk matter.  That wasn\rquote t pleasant at all.  And although Darren\rquote s hands were clamped to his ass\emdash it felt as if though someone\rquote s hands were on the back of her head pushing her/forcing her to go down on her brother\rquote s tool.  She ultimately did (go down) and begin that wondrous task all guys seek on a first date\emdash blowjob.\par
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\tab Dora lay with her shoulders to the back of the sofa, her legs spread open, her fingers \ldblquote gettin\rquote  after it\rdblquote ; Darria lay against the back of the sofa, legs spread wide, caressing her ass, spreading her cheeks.  Darren moved into position positioning himself up against sister Darria.\par
\page\tab Mother Dorrine was beside herself watching in awe and horror as her children engaged in immoral shenanigans.  Of course, she knew that they weren\rquote t acting out on their own but she had to wonder if they hadn\rquote t done so before?\par
\tab Darren brushed his prick against his sister Darria\rquote s ass.  All over the girl\rquote s lovely butt his cock went, up and down the crack, poking the hole, then gliding against the furry burger before making anal attempt.  Darria had to part her legs and ass more and after a minute or so of \ldblquote attempting\rdblquote  there was penetration.  Just like the few times before.\par
\tab With his hands on her hips, his amazing cum shooter began its dark journey.  There was barely strength in the teen dong but insistence and persistence made the journey complete.  It no longer mattered (in Darren\rquote s mind) that his naked Mother was present.  Nothing mattered.  Nothing at all.  He was barely aware that his other sisters were present, too.  All that mattered was butt fucking Darria.\par
\tab And butt fucking Darria was done in mere minutes.\par
\tab There was no orgasm as in spurting sperm but there was the feeling of such.  Darren shuddered and trembled all over; his toes curled and wiggled uncontrollably, his back arched with his hips in business for themselves.  His eyes fluttered and he took on the persona of a male dog at that pivotal moment of extreme bitch joy.\par
\tab Sister Darria didn\rquote t feel the same way\emdash there was no sexual pleasure from being reamed in the ass.  She was fingering her cunt all the while being reamed and did manage to muster a bit of an orgasm as a result.\par
\tab After pulling out of Darria\rquote s ass, Darren slapped her ass with his naughty dong.  It was a little \ldblquote dirty\rdblquote  but plucking up his sister panties and wiping it clean it was good enough to penetrate her again\emdash this time, ye olde cunte!\par
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Inextricably entwined\par
\tab Two objects, mechanical\emdash not so; brought together in an entangled state causing their properties to be inextricably entwined.  So was the thought rhetoric of Mack Borelin on his relationship with his EMAD.  One was in more control of the other than the other wished.  \par
\tab It couldn\rquote t be helped, Dora wriggled and wriggled and even giggled as her brother, Darren, licked out her cunt.  Whether or not she was aware of her other family members presence wasn\rquote t known; she wriggled in a twisting fashion on the sofa cushion while her teen brother tongued out her snatch.\par
\page\tab It tickled.\par
\tab Strange feelings erupted throughout the young girl\rquote s body; her hands were clamped to the inside of her knee holding her legs back; her lovely hair pasted to her sweet round face.  Brother Darren, having just finished fucking sister Darria in the ass and then in the cunt.  He didn\rquote t cum in her ass but managed a small jut of brotherly love cream in her twat.\par
\tab A brief respite and then he was onto his knees with his mouth to Dora\rquote s lovely-lovely cunt.  The girl had only a bit of fur covering her love box; Darren had never licked her there (but had licked out Darria\rquote s cunt AND Daisy\rquote s, too!)\par
\tab Mother Dorrine stood totally aghast.  The shenanigans committed by her offspring before her was getting a bit much.  But it was far from over.  After Darren licked and licked and licked on Darria\rquote s pussy\emdash he moved up to where he could press his cock against the sibling\rquote s snatch and hump it.\par
\tab At first the boy merely did so\emdash hump the slit.  A minute or so of this and the boy was gouging the slit with his very hard cum spurting cock.  The boy was in agony but apparently unable to resist the powerful force that was forcing them all.\par
\tab As Darren raped his sister, something was curiously going on with his ass.  Dorrine saw her son\rquote s ass flexing but it wasn\rquote t from the pumping action he was doing to his sister.  Then she heard the telltale sounds of spanking and the discoloration of Darren\rquote s ass.\par
\tab Then she saw the outline of someone not of the house.  It was like a silhouette with no details whatsoever.  Whether the \ldblquote silhouette\rdblquote  was using his hand or a belt was not clear, either.\par
\tab Slowly the silhouette did become more\emdash but still, the details of the person was oblivious to Dorrine (and the rest of her family.)  What could be seen was Darren being sodomized by the intruder.  As Darren put his pud into his sister\rquote s cunt\emdash the Intruder put his into Darren.\par
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\tab Darren fell away after releasing his load.  He had already cum multiple times starting with the morning hand hump, a little action with Darria in the bathroom before school, working it in the bathroom at school, in his bedroom recently, standing butt naked in the living room, up his sister Darria\rquote s ass, then in Dora\rquote s cunt.  That was a lot of cumming!\par
\tab Darren\rquote s energy was gone.  His cock was in sincere agony and he lay off on the floor; Darria came and sat on his face wriggling her cunt before taking up Dora\rquote s panties and wiping her brother\rquote s dick clean then Dora\rquote s cunt clean.\par
\page\tab The shadowy figure/Intruder came to straddle Darren\rquote s legs having Darria suck him.  She did it but didn\rquote t like it much.  The Intruder pulled out a few times to slap her face, stretch his pud up against her face cinching his testicles against her mouth.  She sucked on those, too.\par
\tab Then, to Dorrine\rquote s horror, the man shamelessly put his pud to Dora\rquote s fresh fucked cunt.  Dora squirmed and flailed about but she was powerless against the Intruder and the EMAD he was obviously using against them.\par
\tab Almost all the way in did the Intruder intrude into Dora\rquote s poon.  He went in most the way then pulled out to hump the gash before reinserting and humping away until he came.  He made some sort of odd melodious sound as he creamed the young girl\emdash a satisfying moan accompanied.  He slid in and out, pulled out and laid his throbbing monster against the swelled trench and humped hard.\par
\tab He sucked on the girl\rquote s titties, too.  Each one got a minute of suckling; the man cupped the girl\rquote s butt as he did so all the while Darria remained straddling her brother herself being a foot or so away from the Intruder.\par
\tab Dorrine managed to mutter aloud, \ldblquote please, not her.\rdblquote  when the Intruder made his way to the younger Hoxglove member, Daisy.\tab The Intruder paid the Mommy no heed and stood blatantly nakedly before the youngest member flopping his member in her face.  Daisy was visibly shaken, mouth open, eyes wide.  Like her Mother, she couldn\rquote t move.  \par
\tab Dorrine felt rage welling up in her as she watched unable to stop the horrible man from doing what he was doing.  With his hand to the back of her head, Daisy, was put to the task of engulfing the man\rquote s manhood.  She made a face of disgust and even retched.  The man guided his prick most of the way into her mouth, then pulled out to hump her sweet face before repeating the offense of forced oral copulation.\par
\tab After a few more \ldblquote ins and outs\rdblquote  the man went to his knees hugging the girl with intent on caressing her ass than anything else.  He also fingered her pussy which turned to having the girl be positioned on the country chair that had just been reupholstered with extra cushioning.  Daisy\rquote s legs were spread out with ankles on the carved wooden arms of the chair.  The man sitting on his knees off to one side began an earnest bout of fingering Daisy\rquote s poon stroking his manhood all the while.\par
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\tab The phone rang disrupting the air for a moment.  After several rings the answer machine picked up leaving an eerie silence after.  On their knees and hands (hands and knees) the Hoxglove girls were positioned shoulder to shoulder.  The Intruder smoothed his hand over each of the girl\rquote s ass.   Then he spanked them\emdash not hard, but hard enough to bring yelps.\par
\page\tab Darren Hoxglove had had time to recover, his cock.  He had even showered\emdash with the Intruder!  Dorrine had been beside herself when the two left\emdash she had no idea what was transpiring and actually for a time thought the worst\emdash even when she heard the hall bathroom shower come on.  She thought the Intruder was washing off the blood or something from murdering her son.\par
\tab But the two emerged leaving Dorrine even more perplexed than before.  Seeing the two \ldblquote wet\rdblquote  and with serious hard-ons, it was then all too clear.  The frustration of unable to save her family filled Dorrine with rage and she thought she saw herself moving.  But she wasn\rquote t\emdash or was she?\par
\tab With the return of the Intruder and Darren the girls were put on their Hands and Knees.  While the Intruder man caressed the girls\rquote  behinds Darren put his freshly cleaned cock into their mouths for a righteous blowjob.\par
\tab The man began spanking the girls causing them to seriously latch onto their brother\rquote s cock.  While being spanked, the Intruder parted their legs, fingered them from behind as well as finger fucked their asshole.  When little Daisy had been spanked (and fingered) and her mouth filled with her brother\rquote s dick\emdash the family torment was still not over.\par
\tab Starting with Darria, Darren shuffed his pud into her asshole fucking her as hard as he might.  The Intruder smacked Darren\rquote s ass (as hard as might) while he butt fucked his sister.  After a few minutes, though, the spanking ceased and Darren pulled out of his sister\rquote s hole.  Up and down Dorria\rquote s sides the brother ran his hands, squeezing her breasts and reaching around to finger out her pussy.\par
\tab Then he moved on to Dora and did the same exact thing.\par
\tab Daisy was next\emdash but not last.\par
\tab Once more Darren was about at his limit of holding energy.  After pulling out of Daisy\rquote s ass, feeling her up and out and all over, the boy stood and came to face his Mom.  Mom Dorrine knew\emdash she knew what was next.  Shaking her head she put her eyes to the Intruder begging him.  The Intruder came up behind Darren, reaching around to toy with the boy\rquote s cock pushing the boy closer to his naked Mom.\par
\tab Dorrine shook her head and was becoming emotional on the opposite side of anger.  Darren was frightened but perplexed with mixed emotions.  He was too young to fully cope and sort out the emotions filling him; sex with his sisters was one thing, sex with his Mom was something else.  Sure they were all being forced by some guy with an EMAD but still\'85\par
\page\tab Then Darren was blinking his eyes excessively as suddenly his johnson was grabbed by a hand not his\emdash and not the Intruder\rquote s!  It had been a long-long-long time since last his Mom had handled his cock.  He had been a mere little boy during a bath and hurt his \ldblquote boy parts\rdblquote  during play another time.\par
\tab All thoughts were gone.  There was nothing in his young teen mind.  No confusion\emdash no thoughts of his sisters, girlfriends, school, mates, nothing.  There was nothing in his mind whatsoever\emdash it was a blank canvas as his Mom masturbated his johnny.  The Intruder was pressed right up against the boy\rquote s bare backside, caressing his ass, his sides; his own \ldblquote johnny\rdblquote  up against his ass.\par
\tab Slowly-slowly-slowly did Dorrine go to her knees.  It was like someone was behind her pushing her down from the shoulders.  When on her knees she was at the right level to her son\rquote s throbbing hard schlong.  The Intruder behind him had his fingers about Darren\rquote s cock base, squeezing it, flopping the cock, beckoning Dorrine.\par
\tab\ldblquote suck it.\rdblquote  she heard in her head.\par
\tab The thought repulsed her.  The act revulsive.\par
\tab\ldblquote suck it.\rdblquote  The Voice repeated\emdash with a little more insistence.\par
\tab Dorrine then felt the compelling force pushing her head to her son\rquote s waggling proud cock.  \par
\tab\ldblquote suck it or I\rquote ll rip his balls off and have his sisters eat them!\rdblquote\par
\tab A sickness swelled in Dorrine as she saw her son\rquote s testicles being ripped off by Freddy Kruger\rquote s claws.  Insanity was only minutes away.\par
\tab All the way down did Dorrine go on her son\rquote s dick.  It was repulsive times two as the cock had just been explunged from Darria, Dora, and Daisy with no \ldblquote cleaning\rdblquote  afterwards.  \par
\tab Darren was pretty much all cummed out but he managed a little.\par
\tab Dorrine nearly vomited.\par
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\tab It was a wonderful sight left etched in his memory, the Hoxglove family; son Darren humping his Mom, Dorrine reigned supreme.  Darria and Dora sixty-nining with Daisy masturbating beside awaiting her turn.  Dorrine rubbed her son\rquote s backside, clutched at his sweaty ass, squeezed his cheeks hard as they shared a pivotal moment of ecstasy.\par
\tab He wasn\rquote t the greatest lover but he was close\emdash and being her son made it better!  Darren had an adequate cock and it did wonders for Dorrine\rquote s cunt.  After he came he pulled out to lay exhaustedly beside her.  Their lovemaking culminated to a new height in their mother/son relationship.\par
\page\tab Dorrine was beside her ownself with the sexual doings of her son.  Though he had a teen dick of sufficient size for his age there were sensations that sensationally sensed Dorrine\emdash rocked her world in other words.  The boy had dynamic thrusting action and grinded against her entrance sufficiently so that he managed to stir up pleasing pleasures.\par
\tab Dorrine\rquote s nipples remained \ldblquote erect\rdblquote  long after her son had pulled out of her pussy stirring up her sex.  She lay heaving in a heap not even aware that one of her daughters, Dora, was lapping up the juices soiling her cunt.\par
\tab The Intruder left the family Hoxglove, his work there done.  He had had time enough with each other them, spanking and fucking their brains out, showering with them, altering their minds.  While butt humping Darren, Darria got underneath to suck on her brother\rquote s swaying balls\emdash the Intruder\rquote s, too.  With Dora and Daisy sixty-nining, the Intruder put his manhood to Daisy\rquote s young cunt as she lay on her back.  The cock came out a time or two and was gobbled up by Dora who was on top.  Brother Darren behind Dora sodomized her as he always had wanted to.\par
\tab The family Hoxglove would never be the same.\par
\tab And the Intruder, Mack Borelin, was still obsessed with one other thing.  And that was peeing.  He loved seeing a girl pee\emdash thru her panties, pants, or naked.  He was enthralled with any aspect and couldn\rquote t decide on which act made him more horny.  With the Hoxglove family he had them drink lots and lots of water and soda and juice.  Then they had to hold their bladders before being allowed to release.  The release was not in the bathroom but on each other.  It pleased Mack greatly.\par
\tab On his back, Darren laid out having fucked his Mom and sisters a second time.  His cock was about fucked out and definitely cummed out.  Sister Daisy stood straddling him, legs apart, finally releasing her pee.  She tooted, too.  But mostly it was several long seconds of emptying her bladder\emdash straight onto her brother\rquote s handsome boyish face.\par
\tab When done, the girl squatted down with her pissy pussy right on her brother\rquote s face whereupon he licked her out, licked her hole and got hard.  Daisy went down on him sucking him until he himself also had to pee and he did so.  Then, while Daisy held his cock he pissed straight onto her face!\par
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New way of life\par
\tab\ldblquote you love sucking your son\rquote s cock.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I love sucking my son\rquote s cock.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote you love for your son to fuck your pussy.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I love for my son to fuck my pussy.\rdblquote\par
\page\tab Dorrine also wanted her son to fuck her asshole, spank her, and to pee on her.  The woman, mother of three, professional woman, also had a strong unnatural desire to lick out her daughters\rquote  pussies.  And in turn, each girl would lick out their Mother\rquote s pussy.\par
\tab There would be spanking, peeing on each other, and serious sexual frivolity for all of them.  It was a new way of life and they had the shadowy figure unknown to them to thank for it.\par
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\pard in your neighborhood\par
\tab my emad is bigger than your emad\par
\tab At the end of the block sat a corner house; two story, San Francisco style, basic white with green trim.  It was well kept up, well manicured lawn, bushes and trees well maintained.  A Volvo sat on the drive way.\par
\tab It was the house of Tanner.  Robert Tanner ran the household there, a single Dad with not one, not two, but three lovely girls.  His nephew, David, was living with them for \ldblquote a while\rdblquote , too.  The girls, Donna, Stephanie, and the youngest one at just seven years, Michelle, were way cute.  Each girl in her own right had a special demeanor about her that made her special.  One particular incident stood out (and here it is!):\par
\tab The opening scene:  living room, midday, and seven year old Michelle stood between her Daddy\rquote s opened legs.  Wearing a red short sleeved top with ruffles, a bib overall, the little girl was a cutey with her honey blond hair pulled back in a bouncy pony tail.  She had baby fat on her cheeks but otherwise was of proper size and proportion for her age group.\par
\tab Daddy Bob was moderately dressed, a yuppie.  A young adult he was and worked at a local television broadcast station.  He had dashing good looks, was \ldblquote hip\rdblquote , well groomed and dressed well.  There was a clean freak about him; a laid back side to him, too.  He knew his way around sailing, enjoyed old cars, played piano and air guitar.\par
\tab After caressing his young child\rquote s sides, rubbing his hands up and down her front and then coyly cupping a feel of her young butt, Daddy Bob smiled and leaned back nonchalantly so, thinking thoughtfully with a sidewise glance to his two other daughters standing by the wayside.\par
\tab No one spoke.\par
\tab Bob breathed hard and had begun to sweat.  Then, opening his legs even more he fished out his cock.  He did!  He wore very nice expensive jeans and just unzipped to haul out his meat stick.  It was raging hard.  \par
\tab Neither Michelle or her sisters moved.\par
\tab Bob flogged his dog, reached for Michelle\rquote s hand and had her grip his stick.  After schooling her on how to properly please a guy\rquote s dong, the girl took over the operation herself.  Daddy Bob checked his other girls, Donna and Stephanie.  They simply stood idle, waiting.\par
\tab A bit of pre-cum began to soil the tip of Bob\rquote s cock; slowly he pushed off the straps of Michelle\rquote s overalls and the whole garment slipped to her ankles.  More pre-cum oozed out of the piss slit and Bob\rquote s heart was racing.\par
\tab\ldblquote take your pants down, Steph.\rdblquote  Bob said aloud to his middle child.\par
\tab Stephanie blinked her eyes, seemed to have a curious look on her sweet face, then without hesitation unhitched her jeans and pushed them down.  She stood in green panties, her favorite color.  Bob groaned and pulled off Michelle\rquote s shirt then lowered her underwear.\par
\tab Sure, being a \ldblquote dad\rdblquote  figure he had seen his children naked.  He had bathed them at various stages, wiped them even.  But Michelle wasn\rquote t in need of a wipe or bath (she would \ldblquote after\rdblquote  but \'85)\par
\tab In seemingly a fluid motion Bob Tanner pushed down his pants and underwear.  Not one of the girls made an outburst.  His cock was even harder and got moreso when he pulled his youngest child in instructing her without words how to suck him.\par
\tab While the basically naked tyke sucked him he caressed her young body with specific attention to her ass.  His legs opened all the wider, he closed his eyes and reeled in the best blowjob ever!  Michelle sucked on the head\emdash she made slurping sounds and the pre-cum that was there frothed on the side of her mouth.  Both hands worked her Daddy\rquote s dong, one hand going up and down the average sized shaft while the other squeezed at the base.\par
\tab Slowly did Bob glide his daughter\rquote s head down pushing his prick into her sweet mouth more and more.  She never gagged or choked and at length Bob could take no more and pulled Michelle up onto him working off her overalls and panties.  Straddling the child onto his lap he guided his prick against her virginal slit grinding HARD against her with his hands clamped tenaciously to her young butt.\par
\tab Daddy Bob was in heaven.\par
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\tab Daddy Bob was hard pressed not to penetrate his young daughter\rquote s smooth/hairless cunt.  He sure wanted to, but he held off and satisfied himself with grinding against her young slit.  Grind-grind-grind; a little poke with the gliding of his bulbous tip all gooied with cum directly to her sex.\par
\page\tab Better effort was made to her asshole where with just a little effort (and dire determination) penetration was almost possible.  The effort and the attempt was good enough, though\emdash and exhausting.  Bob hugged his child and didn\rquote t feel bad about what he was doing one little bit.\par
\tab With Michelle off to one side Daddy Bob called for daughter number two, Stephanie.  The girl obeyed\emdash she had no choice, Daddy Bob slyly manipulated the cool minding gadget he had in his possession and easily directed his child to his lap\emdash laying across it.\par
\tab Patting her panty clad ass soothed Bob, he needed to relax after his few minutes of extreme naughtiness with Michelle.  Pat-pat-pat.  Being a dad he always patted his girls, all Dad\rquote s did.  \par
\tab Stephanie, like her sisters, had honey blond hair.  Stephanie had gone thru several stages of hairstyles finally settling on straight with no style.  It was super long, super soft.  The girl had a beautiful face, a unique face.  She was twelve, nearly thirteen, and Bob had her across his lap patting her ass.\par
\tab Slowly and did Bob slip his fingers inside Steph\rquote s panties.  It had been a long time since he had felt of her bare ass skin.  His cock underneath returned to a serious state of hard.  Letting out a little moan Bob increased his petting of his daughter\rquote s ass; his cock pressing against her belly he began to hump.\par
\tab With his fingers touching Steph\rquote s asshole\emdash his cock unleashed some spunk.  He shuddered all over and for a minute or so he couldn\rquote t account for.  When he returned to his senses he slowly pulled down Stephanie\rquote s panties.  And there was that ass.  It was lovely, shaped nicely, and bare.\par
 \tab All over did Bob smooth his hand over that lovely shaped nicely bare ass.  Parting the cheeks he admired the clean hole.  His cock soared, ached, and pinned to make entry.  At the beginning he had thought of taking time with his girls but with Michelle he figured less than five minutes, with Steph he was already into her (without being INTO her) two minutes.\par
\tab Up and down her legs he smoothed his hands more, squeezed the cheeks, smacked the cheeks, then began a slight attempt at anal probing.  It was figured that the girls, Steph and Donna fingered themselves; but he wondered if they fingered their dirt chutes?  Did they masturbate together?  Did they masturbate each other?\par
\tab The thoughts of their sexual mischief got him even more aroused and he stood his daughter up getting her out of her clothes and onto his lap.  His raging hard cock went right up against her with a significant amount of cum squirting out all over her.\par
\tab But he wasn\rquote t through.  He had just begun.\par
\page\tab Pressing Stephanie to him he loved on her; cupping her ass he squeezed her naked body to him even kissing on her.  Stephanie remained oblivious and that was alright with Bob.  It was a dream cum true, literally.  His cock ached but it was a good ache.  He was led to understand that there was a way to manipulate the girls\rquote  minds to where they would be the way he wanted them (which would be naughty-naughty-oh so fucking naughty.)\par
\tab Dragging the head of his cock up and down Steph\rquote s smooth pussy got him going again.  She was a virgin but Daddy Bob didn\rquote t care.  It was a little awkward on the sofa and why he had chosen the sofa in the family room rather than a bedroom he didn\rquote t know.  It just happened.  The timing was right and that was all there was to it.\par
\tab Slowly raising Stephanie up he reoriented his manhood and began the process of devirginizing his daughter.  Stephanie made a face; Bob stopped but only momentarily.  Licking his lips, sweating, heart palpitating, Daddy Bob slowly began again.\par
\tab It was then he noted eldest daughter Donna peeing.\par
\tab It was the most curious thing and it made Bob smile.  The act also had a curiosity to his cock and it stiffened even harder.  Donna\rquote s crotch became wet\emdash very wet.  She wore semi tight light blue jeans with an oversized boy\rquote s shirt.  She was truly a beautiful girl; her honey blond hair was styled, full of life, and just past her shoulders to her bouncy breasts.  Donna had a great body, since turning thirteen three years earlier her body had developed significantly.  There were lots of suitors and Bob always wondered if she was getting laid.\par
\tab He would soon find that out\emdash but first!\par
\tab With his hands doggedly clamped to her ass Daddy Bob moved his child up and down his persistent invading cock.  Penetration was imminent\emdash and successful!  There wasn\rquote t as much blood from the breeched hymen as thought but there was resistance indicating that the girl was a virgin.  \par
\tab Stephanie\rquote s breasts squashed against his smooth hairless chest excited him even more driving his sexual want to an even higher level.  Patting Michelle\rquote s ass laying beside him awkwardly excited him even more!  He hadn\rquote t breeched her but it was in the works.  \par
\tab Stephanie made more faces, curious faces, but nothing serious.\par
\tab Bob felt his cock surging.  It was a strange sensation one of familiarity; it was not unlike having a real good piss.  He had had some good orgasms before, memorable orgasms, but the orgasm he had in his daughter Stephanie\emdash it was tops!\par
\page\tab The sensation sensationally sensationalized his cock into a body wide euphoria he had never before experienced\emdash but he wanted to many times over.  Clutching his daughter to him with his cock driven to the extreme in her nearly thirteen year old cunt Daddy Robert Tanner released a significant amount of Daddy love\emdash liquid gooey form.\par
\tab The act of cumming off nearly caused him to pass out.\par
\tab Usually after cumming off in a pussy\emdash or whatever hole the cock happened to be in\emdash the cock came out to finish the deed.  Not this time.  Daddy Bob had no energy and besides, it felt just as good to leave his manhood where it was (not supposed to be).  Smoothing his hands all over Steph\rquote s backside, her ass, fingering her hole, he rested\emdash rested\emdash rested.  There was more kissing on her igniting some more passion.\par
\tab It was the oddest feeling.\par
\tab Sure he loved his golden haired daughters, sure he had strong feelings of the Daddy kind for them.  But with Stephanie those feelings had been excited to extraordinary levels.  Stephanie had a nice body, she was going to be something as she grew older.  There was no way to explain it\emdash his love for his child was elusive.  There were no words to describe it; he guessed at length that that was the epitome of defining love.\par
\tab Finally he was able to pull out of Steph\rquote s broken-in snatch.  There was a need of a clean-up and he was glad no stains to the sofa cushion.  He carried the naked girl with him to the kitchen and kept holding her whilst he cleaned off her pussy.  Then he stood her up against the counter while he cleaned himself.  His cock ached and ached terribly.\par
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\tab Wet pants.  It had been a long-long time since Donna had wet her pants.  She had been but a wee child.  At sixteen, Donna was no wee child.  Her breasts had developed nicely\emdash very nicely.  She was incredibly intelligent and could literally pick her college when the time came.  There were looks to die for; her smile was intoxicating.  \par
\tab For some minutes Daddy Bob stood nakedly before his still standing child.  The day was getting and there were evening things planned; outside a Summer breeze was blowing.  There were far better places to do shenanigans with his children; the basement came to mind\emdash it was unfinished but it would do AND was the most secure.  The family room had bay windows but the drapes were drawn, there were high enough bushes and \ldblquote it just happened.\rdblquote\par
\tab It was a security risk but it couldn\rquote t be helped.  His cock and sheer horny took precedent over any security concern.  He stood nakedly before his teen daughter in her pissed in pants.  He would have to take care of that.\par
\page\tab But first!\par
\tab It was with pleasure that Daddy Bob got his daughter undressed\emdash down to her soaked panties.  There was a smile on his face that would last for days.  She had to be about seven the last time she wet her pants.  That, of course, was by accident and acceptable.  She had stopped wetting the bed when she was five.  Stephanie had wet her bed up until she was seven and Michelle occasionally had an \ldblquote accident.\rdblquote\par
\tab Donna\rquote s top of was as was her bra.  Bob could do nothing but stand before her and ogle those twin beauties.  He was in awe\emdash so was his cock.  Bob\rquote s \ldblquote bobby\rdblquote  had gotten quite the work out.  Though his wife had been gone (to Heaven) for years bobby still got some action now and then.\par
\tab And though some of that \ldblquote action\rdblquote  was dynamite\emdash it paled in comparison to the workout with his girls.  The Lust factor was supreme and assailed all other forms of lust.  On his knees he poised himself transferring his awe from his daughter\rquote s titties to her pissed in panties.  \par
\tab With a sigh he began rolling down the floral print panties.\par
\tab Donna\rquote s cunt hairs and the tip top of her pussy were being revealed when suddenly\emdash\par
\tab DING-DONG!\par
\tab Doorbell.\par
\tab Shit!\par
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\tab At the door was perky oh-so perky Kimmie Kibbler, Donna\rquote s best friend.  The girl was skinny, not too tall, and way too perky for her own good.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Is Donna home?\rdblquote  the perky girl perked.\par
\tab Bob smiled and nodded that it was so.  \par
\tab Kimmie was alright, she wasn\rquote t very bright, took things too literally, didn\rquote t get most jokes, told awful jokes no one else (on planet Earth) understood, and could belch louder than any guy Bob knew.  Kimmie had flaming red hair, very curly.  A few freckles adorned her face, she had a pleasing bouncy-jiggly chest, and more than once did Bob think of having his way with her.\par
\tab As she moved past him making her way in search of her friend, Bob smiled and eyed (too long almost) her delightful tight ass.  The Family room was just off from the short entrance.  The living room was to the right, the family room to the left with the stairs to the second floor splitting the two halves.  The kitchen and hall bathroom was straight ahead with a den and a laundry room.\par
\tab Little Michelle was tucked behind the sofa that wasn\rquote t up against the wall; Stephanie had been quickly tucked into a utility closet while naked Donna was placed behind the curtains.  Kimmie briskly began her way to the stairs assuming Donna was up in her room.  Bob barely had time to produce the wondrous minding device and zap the little tart.\par
\tab Bob was dressed in pants\emdash nothing else.  His zipper had just about did in his prick\emdash he made a mental note to spank Kimmie for that.\par
\tab\ldblquote Nice abs!\rdblquote  Kimmie had commented when Bob opened the door.  Bob was hairless, not chiseled but not flappy, either.  She made other comments as she most always did\emdash Bob often retorted with one of his own.  It was a thing with them and tolerated.  Kimmie often cut the family but it wasn\rquote t done in meanness.\par
\tab One step up on the stairs did Kimmie make before she was stopped.\par
\tab Bob sighed and stepped up to her\emdash lightly he brushed his hand to the back of her back.  Wearing a green knit ribbed top with short sleeves and tight TIGHT jean britches put Bob in a frenzy.  He doubted that she was a virgin.  He doubted that any hole of the girl was virginal.  And he delighted in the thought of finding out personally!\par
\tab A brush to her butt, a clearing of throat, then stepping right up beside her wavering his hand before her eyes got him nothing but the simple fact that she was under the spell of the magnificent minding device.  Letting out a sigh, he farted then caressed the girl\rquote s butt.\par
\tab Kimmie fluttered her eyes and made a face.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t fully under the spell but highly confused.  It worried Bob; he wrinkled his nose and wondered how far he could get or should go.  But his cock said \ldblquote DO HER!\rdblquote  so he did.\par
\tab More copping of ass then Bob led her into the family room where he pushed down his pants.  Kimmie continued to act strange\emdash but then, for Kimmie who could tell?\par
\tab Although worried slightly, Bob went on.  The girl\rquote s top came off followed by her halter bra.  Paying no heed to his cock\rquote s demands Bob stole a minute to caress and partake of carnal delights to Kimmie\rquote s teen tits.  They were round, soft, and delicious.  The girl was a little on the short side, undertall.  She was ultra skinny.  She hadn\rquote t a clue in her mind.  But she had dynamic ta-tas!\par
\tab Finally, down to his knees Bob went undoing Kimmie\rquote s pants and tugging them down.  There were panties (which surprised Bob) and they were bikini style.  \par
\page\tab A nice \ldblquote muffin\rdblquote  there was to greet Bob.  His cock surged as it was the telltale sign of non-virginity.  There was trembling, shuddering, and near orgasmic overload as he stared at Kimmie\rquote s crotch.  Then, slowly, he was pulling the undy down reveling in the delight that was revealed\emdash a hairless poon.\par
\tab Oh!\par
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\tab Positioned on the sofa that did have some cum and blood stains Bob had the naked Kimmie for his personal use.  The girl\rquote s hairless cunt held his attention the most; she didn\rquote t have the best of faces but those bodadcious ta-tas\emdash they spoke for themselves.\par
\tab Gliding his tongue all over Kimmie\rquote s twat he licked and lapped until his cock was screaming.  He wanted to make the moment with the Kimster a lasting one but he wanted to fuck her silly no-clue brains out, too.  And in a hurry!\par
\tab Kimmie\rquote s cunt was musty smelling and there was a slight hint of pee.  It didn\rquote t bother Bob Tanner, it excited him causing him to drive his wicked tongue into her cunny recess all the more.  Cupping her ass he tongued and thumbed her cunt with other fingers exploring her asshole.\par
\tab At length there was no more putting it off and so he didn\rquote t.  Mounting the young teen Bob eased into her sex and began to pump straightaway.  The sensation was fantastic!  All the way in giving wonder to \ldblquote where did it go?\rdblquote  meaning his cock.  The girl was so slender Bob couldn\rquote t figure where his cock went once it was in her.\par
\tab All thoughts thereafter were obliterated by the overwhelming feelings stemming from the onset of screwing.  With her legs locked about his arms, her shoulders to the back of the sofa, her pert little ass at the edge of the cushion, the fucking of Kimmie K was on and it was a deep penetrational one. \par
\tab Her young body so small he wondered if he could get into her asshole at all.  It would be worth the effort.  He knew he could get into her mouth.  As the fucking of Kimmie K continued he settled and relaxed some; his hip action doing all the work.  He thought of his girls, Michelle, Stephanie, and Donna.  Pussy, mouth, asshole.  With Donny it was definite that he could spill his spew in her three available holes.  Stephanie he could do so as well.  With little Michelle at merely seven, getting off in her mouth and in her asshole would be about it.  For her pussy he would have to settle for grinding against it.\par
\page\tab What a load!\par
\tab What a release!  He thought squirting his man juice off into one of his precious daughters would be something.  And it was.  But squirting off into the tart Kimmie K was ten times as something.  His cock was in zones of ecstasy never thought possible.  He drove into the girl with repeated pounding thrusts; it was not unlike having a real good pee.\par
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\tab The shower felt good.  It was good and necessary.  After the complete shagging of Kimmie K he needed the shower to revitalize himself and to wash off some of the scummy feeling he had layered on his person.   He showered alone putting his family and Kimmie on a low key state of being.\par
\tab Kimmie.\par
\tab Kimmie, Donna, Stephanie, Michelle.  \par
\tab Choices-choices-choices.  Too many choices.  It was like being at the supermarket staring at a variety of products that did the same job; large; absorbent; super absorbent; two-ply, three-ply, quadruple!  He made a return to Kimmie, sized her up and decided on his next course of action\emdash which was to do to her what he always wanted (other than fucking her silly brains out.)\par
\tab That would be spanking.\par
\tab Since knowing the girl for some years he had had some weird fascination about her ass.  The girl had spent the night a few times and wore odd clothing styles\emdash for bed and daily attire, suggesting that the girl had a marvelous-marvelous ass.  \par
\tab Placing Kimmie over the overstuffed arm of the sofa Bob found a new delight\emdash part of which was just ogling the girl\rquote s ass from the new angle.  The whole shape of her ass, then the crack, the hole, and the hairless poon.  It was almost enough just to ogle.  Almost.\par
\tab Smoothing his hand over the halves of Kimmie K\rquote s ass enthralled him, greatly.  His cock though achy surged and sighed itself.  The girl had a nice ass\emdash most girls did of any age.  Soon he was slapping Kimmie\rquote s ass with his cock, dragging himself up and down the crack, poking the hole that he knew he would eventually be in.\par
\tab And eventually he was.\par
\tab The pressure was great\emdash the dirt chute was not all that dick friendly and Bob\rquote s bobby wasn\rquote t all that hard enough.  He needed a day (or two) off from all the action he had been getting.  He had a girlfriend\emdash two of them, and had girls (his age) thru the years after becoming single again.  With those girls he had \ldblquote gotten some.\rdblquote   Some.  Not a lot\emdash but some.  And some was good but steady fucking was the in thing.\par
\page\tab And before getting the EMAD he had gone without for some time.  That wasn\rquote t good\emdash and it was the primary reason Bob had acquired the EMAD at considerable expense, risk, and security.  But his cock saw the opportunity and demanded Bob take the risk.\par
\tab And at first\emdash doing his girls was no even on his list.  Not even.\par
\tab Those aforementioned \ldblquote girls\rdblquote  he was dating and getting some now and then was to, by the marvelous EMAD, increase his action getting.  He wanted new positions, he wanted to engage in serious moralistically challenging positions, risqu\'e9 positions, the whole nine yards (including yard stick!)\par
\tab But then he saw his girls.  In possession of the EMAD he saw his girls in a different light.  As a Dad, he managed somehow to curb his enthusiasm when seeing them in their underwear, skimpy swimsuits, tight jeans, or even Michelle naked before, during, or after a bath.\par
\tab His thoughts directed at the girls were just to see them naked.\par
\tab Was Donna a virgin?  He assumed so but with the EMAD he could look for himself and see for sure.  He knew for sure that Stephanie at merely twelve was a virgin\emdash but again, with the minding device he could check her cunny for himself to be sure.\par
\tab He was getting deeper and deeper.\par
\tab He was getting deeper and deeper into Kimmie\rquote s asshole.  She was not a virgin in the ass but there was \ldblquote give.\rdblquote   And just about all of Bob\rquote s cock was in her hole pounding away.  Such sensations!  His mind was in overload and there was no stopping\emdash not even if Freddy, Jason, Leatherface came busting thru the door\emdash he would flip them off and keep humping Kimmie\rquote s ass until done.\par
\tab How many minutes it took to get off he didn\rquote t know.  The energy level was dropping off significantly but he hadn\rquote t cum yet.  Getting off was not easy\emdash just as he got to the brink of orgasm his energy suddenly unannounced tapered off and he had to struggle to maintain erection and tempo.\par
\tab Finally the spurting began and the relief was graciously granted.\par
\tab Bob\rquote s cock exploded gobs and gobs of fresh hot spunk DEEP into Kimmie\rquote s funk hole.  With his hands gripping the sides of the girl he hammered his cock until there was no more to give to hammer.  All up and down her sides he smoothed his hands, groping her titties, smacking her hips and thighs and finally pulling out of her ass.\par
\tab Kimmie moaned, thrashed her head about and moaned some more.\par
\page\tab Bob didn\rquote t have the energy but fear that Kimmie was \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  frightened him.  He needed time to think but how much time did he have?  How long would the EMAD hold the girls\rquote  minds?  That could be a bit of a problem\emdash he didn\rquote t know the answer.  A lot of information\emdash needful information, he didn\rquote t know about the mind gadget he had come to possess at great security risk.\par
\tab Back to the family.\par
\tab Kimmie worried him, she seemed to be in juxtaposed between reality and not so reality.  Sleep and awake\emdash not enough to be \ldblquote asleep\rdblquote  nor awake enough to be awake.  I hate that.  The readings on the EMAD didn\rquote t help, Bob had only a brief understanding of what the dials, mini monitor screens, LCD readouts, and so on meant.  He knew about the brain wave acquisition screen that was at the top of the device shaped like a household remote control; he knew about the subscreens about how good the acquisition of the brain wave.  \par
\tab But more than that he wasn\rquote t sure.\par
\tab There was a Q&A feature but he didn\rquote t know how to use it.\par
\tab Mass acquisition was a big risk and he was grateful to have the ability to waylay his family.  Adding one more increased the risk.  He thought of tying the pesky girl up, blindfolding her, gagging her (before or after he fucked her mouth) then stuffing her into a closet or something and deal with her later.\par
\tab The only other thing Bob was able to comprehend about his illegal to posses minding device was Mind Wipe.  Not a full hardcore mind blank but the short term memory where confusion replaced whatever the Subject/Victim last remembered.  There were subheadings concerning mind manipulation where the Operator/possessor could insert into the Subject\rquote s mind a \ldblquote new way of life.\rdblquote   Instructions on how to proceed with life.  Bob wasn\rquote t sure about how that particular feature worked so he let it be.\par
\tab Frustration began to grow in Bob.  After stuffing Kimmie\rquote s ass with his cock, blowing off a dynamic load, he settled his concerns by spanking the girl\emdash hard.  His cock had quite a workout and to her lily white ass he smacked her with his hand.  \par
\tab Kimmie flinched and flinched more as the smacking increased.\par
\tab Bob felt something stirring within him.  He had spanked his own girls before\emdash when they were younger and needed disciplinarian correction.  But it wasn\rquote t out of anger and he had never spanked them bare assed.  His mind went into uproar as his hand began to sting.  A new feeling he had never experienced swelled in him.\par
\page\tab The spanking continued until Kimmie seriously began to move indicating her level of awareness was more than Bob liked.  The EMAD was losing cohesion with the young teen and that just wouldn\rquote t do.  There was more to worry about in his life than to have sexual assault, possession of an illegal minding device weighing him down, too.\par
\tab But manipulating, re-manipulating the girl with the EMAD was a worry, too.  The little handy-dandy pervert\rquote s gadget was already taxed with four minds in capture.  Messing with manipulation of any of the captured minds could result in the loss of all.  And that would be bad.\par
\tab It was figured at best to stop spanking her.  He really wanted to spank the girl\emdash badly.  But it would have to wait.  He left Kimmie and returned to his girls who were also seemingly \ldblquote coming around.\rdblquote   \par
\tab Damn.\par
\tab Bob\rquote s anger at Kimmie\rquote s intrusion increased.  Had it not been for her barging in he would have had a much better time with his girls.  Michelle he took to her room upstairs and laid her out on her bed.  He lingered a moment with seriously naughty-naughty oh-so naughty thoughts ravaging his mind.  She was far-far too young to be fucked but he knew that grinding on her was almost just as good.  His manly cock was too much to invade her asshole, too.  But again, he could hump against that and her mouth.  She COULD suck him and he had found that by sly manipulation of her mind he could direct her to engage him to do so.\par
\tab Stephanie was laid out on her bed opposite of sister Michelle.  By then, Bob was hard pressed to keep himself off of the girl, either of them.  With Stephanie, she was old enough (for a pervert) to mount and then fuck.  Her pussy was delicate and Bob seriously wanted to lay his Daddy dick against her trench and get after it!\par
\tab There was no holding back, however, with Donna.  After laying the naked Donna out on her bed in her own room Daddy Bob was too horny to just \ldblquote leave her.\rdblquote   \par
\tab So he didn\rquote t.\par
\tab With his cock riding against her tantalizing poon, Daddy Bob was in sheer delight mode.  His cock ache, hand still stung, but his desire to \ldblquote get some\rdblquote  increased exponentially with gusto.  He had no compunction against forgoing the incestuous deed.  Nothing was held back, no second guessing, no remorse.  No morals.\par
\tab Earlier, Bob had just gotten Donna naked when the pesky Kimmie had interrupted his shenanigans.  He put his tongue to her pissy pussy, licking and nipping the lips noting that she was not a virgin.\par
\page\tab He figured a wayward boyfriend, Steve or Adam, or quite possibly David, the live-in cousin who was away for the day visiting other family members in another town.  It didn\rquote t bother Bob too much.  Donna was sixteen and couldn\rquote t be expected to be a virgin all her teen years.\par
\tab At length he crawled up and glided into his daughter\rquote s cunt his Daddy dong and take some time sinking it all the way in.  He pulled out to hump the gash, glide the head up and down the trench, then push back in for a couple of pumps.\par
\tab Donna\rquote s nipples perked up and Bob felt compelled to suck on them.\par
\tab The action of lovemaking escalated and just seconds before cumming off,\par
\tab\ldblquote MR. T!\rdblquote  came a shout from behind.  A bewildered Kimmie K stood in the doorway, naked, confused, and looking quite ill.  She stood shaking her head to clear gasping for air and then being shocked out of her mind by what she was seeing.\par
\tab Then in a panic she fled.\par
\tab In a panic, Bob chased after her shouting \ldblquote Kimmie, I can explain.\rdblquote\par
\tab No he couldn\rquote t.\par
\tab He caught up to the girl sorta-kinda at the top of the stairs.  She flung lucidly about then fluidly thru his legs scrambling on her hands and knees stumbling up grabbing a hall table and smashing it against Bob\rquote s bracing arm from the pending expected attack.\par
\tab Kimmie fell into the open bedroom of Stephanie and Michelle.  Standing up she saw the naked girls and knew even more than she should or wanted to.  Her panic increased and it was that moment of startled hesitation that allowed naked Bob to grab her and wrap his arms about her.  He had no idea what the fuck he was going to do with her once he got her but it was a start.\par
\tab Kimmie, though, had other plans.  She brought her heel up and smushed his balls.  Though small in frame she did manage to wrestle out of Bob\rquote s clutches and face off with him.  She couldn\rquote t speak, her mind was in uproar at what she had seen, an overload.  Bob couldn\rquote t move on her as his balls had been drastically damaged.\par
\tab Kimmie had made to the stairs but in her delirious state of mind she stumbled and crashed against the wall tripping over the broken table.  Bob charged after her, Kimmie screamed and wrenched out of his outstretched hands tripping-stumbling and crashed down the stairs.\par
\page\tab The girl went tumbling sideways, head over heels, then sideways again to lay in a crumbled heap at the bottom of the stairs.  Bob stood in total shock at the top of the stairs in quite the disbelief.\tab\ldblquote Oh my God.\rdblquote  he said to himself.  He was in it deep now.\par
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Deeper than can be imagined\par
\tab Bark-bark-bark\par
\tab Bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark\par
\tab Bark-bark\par
\tab\ldblquote SHUT UP!\rdblquote\par
\tab Bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark\par
\tab\ldblquote SHUT THE HELL UP!\rdblquote\par
\tab Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark\par
\tab Didn\rquote t work.\par
\tab Dogs barked.  That was what they did.  Bark and bark and bark.  Constantly.  Some were better at than others.  Some dogs were special trained or it came to them naturally.  Some barking was tolerable and acceptable.  Barking was a sign of distress, security, or warning.  Incessant barking got neighbors of the offending barker annoyed.  \par
\tab It wasn\rquote t so much being pissed off at the barking doggie as it was the owner of said barking doggie\emdash they didn\rquote t or would shut the dog up of teach it not to bark at every little fart in the wind.  Some neighbors were tolerable of such barking dogs.  And some neighbors weren\rquote t.\par
\tab On Cliphop St. there weren\rquote t too many dogs, not outside doggies anyways.  Most doggies on Cliphop were mild and small doggies kept mainly inside.  The only dog on Cliphop St. that stayed mostly outside belonged to the Gutamenez family.  \par
\tab Mr. Gutamenez was of a mixed family having a black daddy and a Mexican momma.  His wife was one hundred percent Mexican.  Ernie Gutamenez was a big beefy bastard, had a motorcycle to instill to all that he was a bad ass motherfucker.  A few tats adorned his body; arms, legs, neck.  He had been to prison but it wasn\rquote t known for what.\par
\tab Bark bark bark bark bark\par
\tab The offending barker was a 3-4 yr old mix; a mix of pit bull, bulldog, Australian Shepherd, and Butt Ugly.  A short haired brute who actually wasn\rquote t a mean dog per se, he just barked at every fart that wafted in the wind.   \par
\page\tab Most neighbors were tolerable.  Most.  Occasionally a surrounding neighbor would complain vocally.  Some neighbors threw something at the dog.  Some neighbors had called the police but were informed unless the doggie offender became vicious or caused a concern to the public other than barking.\par
\tab The police were of no help whatsoever.\par
\tab Finally, a neighbor had had enough.\par
\tab After half an hour of bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark woof bark bark bark the neighbor got into a heated bark back match with the dog.  This brought out the doggy\rquote s owners and a heated conversation started with them.\par
\tab After a lot of \ldblquote fuck yous\rdblquote  and \ldblquote go to hells\rdblquote , \ldblquote kiss my ass\rdblquote  and other assorted cuts, the neighbor returned to his humble abode and the neighbors retreated to their own.  The neighbor, however, hadn\rquote t \ldblquote retreated.\rdblquote   He returned moments later and found that wooden fence that was loose.  There was no alley in this one particular section, the alley ran the other way leaving the two neighbors\rquote  small backyards back to back separated only by a thirty year old plus fence.\par
\tab Being thirty plus years old the fence was questionable at best and there were a few \ldblquote loose\rdblquote  boards to be had.  The neighbor knew where they were and from time to time either slapped another nail in place or tied it to the running board.  \par
\tab As soon as the neighbor wriggled the loose board the doggy started up his barking.  Despite his lineage of brutes, the doggy wagged his tail and was not a danger.  Many times, the neighbor had tossed the doggy, Areeba, hot dogs, chicken parts, meatballs, and cookies.  Areeba was actually a friendly doggy; he wagged his tail and put on a friendly face.  That made it harder for the neighbor who had come to snuff the doggy\rquote s never-ending barking.\par
\tab But it had to be done\emdash the neighbor had just lost his parents and the transition of being an orphan was not pleasant.  Areeba began his barking; he took on the persona of an attack dog but gave mixed signals about his intent.  That made it difficult for the encroaching neighbor; Areeba was chained to the house via the water spigot.  As the neighbor neared, Areeba went ballistic with his barking.\par
\tab That brought out the Gutamenezs.  Ernie was a tall brute, big beefy heavily tattooed arms, clean shaven, open armed tee-shirt, black jeans and sandals.\par
\tab Connie Gutamenez was a skinny thing, tall, mediocre breasts, black tee shirt, white pants, barefoot.\par
\tab\ldblquote Que hubo?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
\tab\ldblquote Going to shut up your fucking dog since you cant seem to do it.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t think so, motherfucker!\rdblquote  shouted Ernie.\par
\tab The neighbor, being calm and cool, smiled and nodded, \ldblquote Yeah, I think so!\rdblquote  and brought into play a Glock 9mm w/silencer.  Then he put a bullet into Areeba\rquote s skull dropping the dog instantly.\par
\tab Connie screamed but was silenced with a bullet thru her neck.\par
\tab Ernie was on the move\emdash to the backdoor of his house yelling in Spanish \ldblquote Get out!  Get out!\rdblquote\par
\tab A bullet ripped thru his skull dropping him on his kitchen floor.\par
\tab Connie lay on her covered brick patio gasping for breath\emdash the neighbor calmly stepped up to her and put a bullet into her skull.  Then he sighed, closed his eyes and wondered if there could have been another way.\par
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\tab Inside the Gutamenez house the children had ran into the hall bathroom.  The neighbor, Mack Borelin, slowly made his way along using his previous military skills.  \lquote touch nothing\rquote  with bare hands.  The living room had the television on, a stereo was blaring, too.  \par
\tab Thankfully the front door was closed and the heavy drapes hung in such a fashion that no one from the outside could see in.  There was a bit of a yard distance from the house to the sidewalk anyways.\par
\tab Checking the bedrooms Mack found no one; not under the beds or in closets but he knew they were there.  Whimpering led him to the hall bathroom the children shared.  \par
\tab\ldblquote Open the door.\rdblquote  Mack said calmly.\par
\tab\ldblquote Go away!\rdblquote  whimpered one of them.\par
\tab\ldblquote Open the door\emdash or I will.\rdblquote\par
\tab There was silence\emdash except for the whimpering.\par
\tab\ldblquote Open the door, and I wont hurt you.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Where\rquote s my Papa?\rdblquote  cried out a voice behind the door.  Others chimed in asking about their Momma and Papa.  Mack sighed, cracked his neck and asked for the door to be opened again.\par
\tab\ldblquote If you don\rquote t open this door\emdash something bad is going to happen.\rdblquote\par
\tab There were wails, cries of distress but surprisingly the sound of the door lock being undone.  Four frightened children stood trembling.  They spoke in Spanish and English asking a bunch of questions\emdash when they saw the Glock they shut up quick.\par
\tab\ldblquote Get over by the tub.\rdblquote  Mack told them.  The Gutamenez children lined up at the tub frightened out of their wits.  Mack closed (and locked) the bathroom door\'85\par
\page\tab\ldblquote Take off your clothes.\rdblquote\par
\tab Tia Gutamenez stared with brown eyes wide; mouth open just as wide.  Nellia, Bubba, and Melina were the same and in extreme awe.\par
\tab\ldblquote Mucha ropa!\rdblquote  (take off your clothes.) repeated Mack.\par
\tab\ldblquote Why?\rdblquote  asked Tia.\par
\tab Mack smiled to her, \ldblquote\rquote cause I fucking well said so.\rdblquote  and he tapped the Glock to his stomach.\par
\tab Fear, too, was a great motivator (other than an electronic minding device.)  The kids lined up at the bathtub and began stripping off their clothing.  Mack stood quietly at the door encouraging the children \ldblquote Andale!\rdblquote  at the door continuing to tap his weapon against his belly.  The kids stripped to their skin they watched the man with great trepidation.\par
\tab Once naked, the Armed Intruder beckoned for ten year old Tia to come to him.  Slowly she complied\emdash it wasn\rquote t a great distance just a few steps and she was there.  The Armed Intruder unzipped and unleashed his massive hard manhood.\par
\tab\ldblquote Suck me.\rdblquote\par
\tab Tia\rquote s mouth fell open even wider than before.\par
\tab\ldblquote Suck me, or suck this.\rdblquote  he said calmly wavering the Glock.\par
\tab Stamping her feet, wailing, tearing up, the little girl was very emotional along with frightened out of her wits.  Slowly, though, with eyes closed, mouth quivering, Tia Gutamenez pressed her lips to the Intruder\rquote s pulsing cock.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuchi!\rdblquote  exclaimed the meek little flat chested girl.\par
\tab\ldblquote Wacala!\rdblquote  cried out Nellia.\par
\tab\ldblquote Pica mucho!?\rdblquote  chortled the Intruder regarding not a bird\rquote s beak in particular but as a sobriquet for his penis.\par
\tab The Intruder placed his free hand to the back of Tia\rquote s head gliding her down his erection.  She gagged, retched, and made sounds indicating displeasure in the deed.  But she sucked the head in and part of the shaft.  The Intruder took holt of her luxurious thick brown hair working her head back and forth for some minutes.  Then he pulled out and humped her pretty face before sending her back to the tub.\par
\tab\ldblquote On your knees,\rdblquote  said the Intruder, face the tub.\rdblquote\par
\tab Tia got on her knees against the tub.\par
\tab Nellia was next to bob on the man\rquote s cock.  Like her sister, she didn\rquote t like it much.  Nellia, a year younger, was smaller in size and that included her mouth that barely could engulf the man\rquote s offering.  She sucked and sucked and then got her face fucked.\par
\tab Bubba and Melina were next in line and after they had sucked and gotten their young faces fucked they were put to their knees against the tub.  The Armed Intruder paused a moment, masturbating his slobbered on cock.  Along with Areeba, the Gutamenez children were annoying; they yelled, screamed, and threw their toys into his yard.\par
\tab Dog poo, spoiled veggies, mud cakes, various toys all came sailing into his yard and against the back wall of his house.  At one time Mack had told them to stop, behave, and don\rquote t throw their stuff into his yard.  They told him to \ldblquote go fuck yourself.\rdblquote   Eight year old Bubba usually was the one who spouted off his mouth with his sisters chiming in, too.  They also cussed him out in Spanish.\par
\tab\ldblquote Tu madre!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote No chingues con nosotros!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Hijo de la chingada!\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Pinche carbon!\rdblquote\par
\tab Mack let it go thinking \ldblquote their time is coming.\rdblquote\par
\tab Well, the time had come.\par
\tab Stepping up behind Tia, Mack came to be pressing his throbbing pene against her back and then her butt.  \par
\tab The horror had just begun.\par
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\tab by the numbers\par
\tab New shocks.  Mack made a note to get new shocks, something to protect the undercarriage (especially if he was to make continuous trips to the mountain (and its secret depositing place.))  He gave no thoughts to the deed he was doing\emdash or had done.  It was a necessary thing and thru military training \ldblquote necessary things\rdblquote  were done without further thought thereafter the deed was done.\par
\tab It still bothered him and despite the military training Mack B wasn\rquote t quite able to put out of his mind the deed that he had done.  He blamed Ernie and Connie solely.  Had they the courtesy to train their dog, Areeba, and shut him the hell up\emdash then Mack wouldn\rquote t be toting the family up into the mountains to a remote piss hole in the side of the mountain.\par
\tab The road was rustic, rutted, and not all there in some places.  Woodcutters came to the rugged area to cut and load out legal wood; some places the forestry dept. had put up fences to block would be woodcutters from trespassing to get at the better wood.  \par
\page  \tab Roads there were aplenty going everywhere and most of the area had been already clear cutted legally and otherwise.  There was no hunting at Mack\rquote s visit and most camping was done on the other side of the mountain.  It had been a little while since Mack had been so far into the mountain and along with the rough road, the long two hour trek, the unsettling business of what he had done to the Gutamenez family, there was a fence with gate.\par
\tab The fence was new, chainlink, and ran into the mountain hillside and along an upper road to block anyone from tredging into the wilderness for whatever purpose they sought.  It was broad daylight and Mack would have likened to better do his shenanigans.  Standing outside his car he waited, listening.  With binoculars he scanned the area all around, mostly up to the higher places of the mountain where lookout towers were.\par
\tab At length he tempted fate, again, and busted the lock with a persuasive crowbar.  Then, he kept the chain and tossed the lock far into the woods.  The gate was easily lifted out of the fencing and tossed down the hillside.  That way he couldn\rquote t be accused of trespassing if he should be stopped by a forestry ranger.\par
\tab Then it was a five mile jaunt down a serious questionable road that went down a hill, thru a hill, up a hill the Chevy almost didn\rquote t make to pass where years earlier he had cut a Summer\rquote s worth of wood alongside his Dad.  With a sigh he paused then got out the brass box sitting in the passenger seat.  The box was small, square, and contained the ashes of his Dad.  All his life, his Dad\rquote s life, he had been a simple wood cutter.  He worked for himself or for the forestry department clear cutting the sides of mountains or orchards.\par
\tab Mack thought of sprinkling his Dad\rquote s ashes over one of the two places they had camped over the Summers, and ultimately did so, but trekked up the side of a huge hill to where they had cut the most wood.\par
\tab The sorrowful task done Mack continued with the completion of his deed.  The drive to the sink hole cave was another half hour and when he stopped he heard the sound of another vehicle.  Where it was he wasn\rquote t sure but he was sure that it wouldn\rquote t be good to be caught with \ldblquote bodies\rdblquote  in his vehicle.  No, not good at all.\par
\tab At the Gutamenez house all evidence of his visit had been erased by the heavy use of alcohol.  A good drenching on the doorknobs followed by serious air spray all over the house.  All signs of Areeba\rquote s presence also had been dealt with, removing his dog house, bowls, blankets, toys, and food.  It was a big task but a necessary one.  The dog poo was a problem as Areeba crapped wherever he felt like.\par
\page\tab The toys, food, dog house, and the like were collected and deposited into the parallel alley dumpster.  The dog house had been broken down and one of the splinters went into Mack\rquote s hand.  That hurt, a lot.  He used peroxide from the Gutamenez household and tossed the bottle afterwards.\par
\tab Connie lay still warm on the patio.  There was a lot of blood to clean up but first!  Before she stiffened and became cold Mack got her pants and panties down\emdash then fucked her.  He couldn\rquote t remember if she was \ldblquote tight\rdblquote  or \ldblquote loose.\rdblquote   He loved on her all the while staring at her very deceased hubby, Ernie who lay at the kitchen door.\par
\tab When done, it was back to cleaning up then sloughing the bodies to his car.  He blanked his mind of that task as it wasn\rquote t pleasant\emdash only necessary.\par
\tab Earlier still, was the Gutamenez children in the bathroom.   \par
\tab Tia G was a virgin\emdash all over.  Her only naughty doing was giving her brother Bubba a handjob.  All the Gutamenez children ran amok naked, bathed together, and ogled one another.  Mack Borelin ogled them, too; then made forced entry into tight Tia\rquote s asshole.\par
\tab Running his hands up and down the young girl\rquote s sides, smacking her hips and thighs, pinching her nipples, the girl\rquote s torment was only the beginning from the Intruder.\par
\tab The act was repeated with Nellia, then Bubba, then Melina.\par
\tab Anal penetration with each of the Gutamenez children; hard spanking, and serious fingering of their sex.  Full anal penetration wasn\rquote t possible, the Intruder\rquote s cock was significantly more than the intended hole could take\emdash but close counts.\par
\tab Tia, Nellia, and Melina also found themselves seriously fingered and humped on with their young hairless poons violated by the Intruder\rquote s funky cock.  The Intruder gave little thought to his actions and deeds.  He had no plans on going to therapy\'85\par
\tab Had the Gutamenez children not tossed their dog\rquote s shit and other items into Mack\rquote s yard then their fate would have been different.  Had the Gutamenez children not been so unruly, bad mouthed, rude, and generally obnoxious\emdash they would been free to go on and enjoy life (without their parents (and dog)).\par
\tab Military training played into Mack\rquote s psyche enabling him to carry out the deed most foul.  Secretly (he hoped) the family was loaded into trunk of the car at twilight and carted off to the mountain secret.  Keeping his mind empty of the deed done was a toughie but it was necessary.\par
\page\tab Traveling the mountain roads in daylight was bad enough let alone doing so in diffused light.  The longer the Gutamenez family was in the trunk of his car the more evidence could linger there (and stink up the place indefinitely.)  Once at the secret place he took a long time for himself, pissing on a bush and walking around in almost delirium.\par
\tab Finally he pulled out the G family and dragged them one by one down the slight hill to the secret pit.  The brush, trees, and slope of the hill made the task difficult (especially at night).  \par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m sorry.\rdblquote  he said as he pushed each of the family members over the lip of the pit.  Sure, it could have turned out differently, the EMAD could have worked the family.  But it didn\rquote t and he had to deal with it as it was.\par
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\tab A whole can of household spray was used on the interior of the Chevy\rquote s trunk; this after rolling up the tarp he had lain there prior to laying the Gutamenez family.  Then he took a needful nap\emdash\par
\tab Only to be awakened minutes later by the sound of a vehicle.\par
\tab Actually, Mack had napped in the backseat, for some time, awakening when the sun had been up almost an hour.  He was achy, stiff, and riddled with incessant horror.  In time, that would pass.  \par
\tab The new disturbance was close\emdash too close.\par
\tab Already on edge Mack Borelin hunkered down in the bushes alongside the small narrow mountain road and waited.  He thought maybe hunters, hunting illegally.  Could be a woodcutter, someone out for a simple drive (at seven in the morning!?)  \par
\tab No, it was a ranger.  The vehicle, a pick-up, came around a corner and up to Mack\rquote s Chevy.  A lone occupant got out,\par
\tab\ldblquote Hello?\rdblquote  \par
\tab Mack waited.  He wasn\rquote t well, there was a family in his secret pit, along with some others who had crossed him and were deserving of being secretly pitted.  The loss of his parents still nagged him and upset him.  He had a minding device and didn\rquote t know where it would lead him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hello?\rdblquote  asked the ranger.  \par
\tab Mack sighed, \lquote here we go again.\rquote  and he stood up \ldblquote zipping\rdblquote  up revealing himself.\par
\tab\ldblquote Good morning.\rdblquote  he said cheerfully stifling a yawn and a fart.\par
\tab Mack\rquote s sudden appearance but Forest Ranger Jessica Habbage on alert with her hand going to her holstered .38 special.  The young woman wasn\rquote t prepared to meet anyone and was caught off guard.\par
\tab Mack put his hands up slightly to show the thirty-ish year old woman that he was unarmed.\par
\page\tab\ldblquote What are you doing here?\rdblquote  Ranger Habbage asked, \ldblquote This is a closed road.\rdblquote\par
\tab Sawmill Rd. usually was closed, the site of an old sawmill was \ldblquote just around the corner\rdblquote  but only the foundation remained after a few fires and years of disuse.  The road connected to another user friendly road that after some miles twisting connected to the main road that eventually came out to paved road that went down to the lake.\par
\tab\ldblquote Taking care of business.\rdblquote  Mack said sheepishly.\par
\tab\ldblquote What does that mean?\rdblquote  Habbage asked not taking her hand off her weapon.  She was still very frightened.  Being caught off guard just wasn\rquote t cool; she had her sidearm, sure\emdash but she didn\rquote t have her radio system on for an emergency.\par
\tab Mack sighed, \ldblquote My Dad and I, we worked up here for years, clear cutting.\rdblquote  Pause for dramatic effect  \ldblquote He recently passed away and I was just at the campsite we used to work out of, Spring Creek, scattering his ashes.\rdblquote\par
\tab The ranger nodded and seemed to relax some.  Mack didn\rquote t move.  \par
\tab\ldblquote You\rquote re still not supposed to be here, the gate\rquote s locked--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What gate?\rdblquote  Mack said with puzzlement.\par
\tab\ldblquote The gate you came thru to get here.\rdblquote  Habbage said knowing he had to have come thru the gate at the top of the hill, the beginning of the road.\par
\tab\ldblquote There\rquote s a fence but no gate.\rdblquote\par
\tab Habbage looked at him curiously, \ldblquote I locked that gate yesterday.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote There\rquote s no gate when I came thru just a bit ago.  There\rquote s a fence, but no gate.\rdblquote\par
\tab Habbage was confused and wondered if there was another road she wasn\rquote t aware of.  She was knew.  There were lots of roads; most, though, were blocked, locked, or impassable with a car or non-four wheel drive.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll take you there.\rdblquote  Mack offered.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote ll back up.\rdblquote  Habbage said as the road was too narrow for either vehicle to pass and the best place to turn around or allow passage was around the corner to the old sawmill site.\par
\tab Mack, of course, couldn\rquote t allow the ranger to get into her truck, she would have access to her radio and Mack\rquote s presence in the area was to remain secretive.  So, as the woman backed up still being cautious, Mack \ldblquote tripped\rdblquote , hit his car and slumped down to the ground.\par
\tab Ranger Habbage raced to his aid.  Mistake.  More military training put Mack on the offense and tripped the ranger taking advantage of the situation.  Desperation on Habbage\rquote s part continued to put Mack on the up and get the upper hand.  His EMAD was in his car slightly out of reach.\par
\page\tab Ranger Habbage had training, too, and it finally kicked in and Mack had a bit of a tussle with the woman who was fighting for her life as a woman and a ranger.  The tussle was good and got the juices flowing and the ranger got a good hit in with a knee to his balls.  It hurt\emdash a lot.  \par
\tab As Mack rolled on the ground in great agony, Habbage made a dash to her truck.  Mack grabbed her foot and got smacked in the face for his effort.  The ranger on the ground lost momentum and despite the kick to his balls and face, Mack latched onto the woman and crawled onto her.  He was much more powerful and determined to have her than she was determined for him not to and get away.\par
\tab A slap to her face startled her as it was powerful and nearly knocked her senseless.  The brief moment of being startled allowed Mack to wrestle her to his liking pinning her underneath him.  But opening the door to get to his nifty minding gadget allowed Habbage to wrench free.\par
\tab Instead of racing for her truck (and radio therein) Ranger Habbage kicked Mack in the leg with all her might\emdash which was surprisingly significant.  Mack yelled out and hit his knee against the door of his car.  Habbage still didn\rquote t make for her truck like she ought to have, instead; she continued to lash out at the man seemingly forgetting that she was \ldblquote armed.\rdblquote\par
\tab And the ranger wasn\rquote t finished; catching her breath slightly she slammed the opening car door onto her attacker\rquote s leg.  Now he had two bum legs and wrecked balls.  Mack, though, managed to grip the door and slam it against the woman sending her toppling backwards.  Habbage caught herself in some sapling limbs flinging herself forward with intent on slamming the door on Mack\rquote s body as he was halfway inside the car.\par
\tab Mack grabbed a holt of his 6-D cell metal flashlight and flung it hard in a maddening swing connecting with the ranger\rquote s head.  Once more she was startled and slumped to the ground twitching.  Mack took a moment to breath and get a grip on himself, then he searched for the minding device.\par
\tab Sitting on the passenger seat he watched over the ranger woman trying to recover.  His legs hurt, his back, his BALLS.  This hadn\rquote t gone quite as planned.  And it was complicated thinking about the end.  He didn\rquote t want her to go into the pit.  But she was a security risk.  The EMAD was the only answer\emdash but he was angry to the point of being pissed off.  He saw shoving the barrel of his Glock into her pussy (or asshole) and pulling the trigger.\par
\tab But he didn\rquote t want to that\emdash too much of that had happened already.\par
\tab The pain to his legs, knees, back, and especially balls would take a while, long while, to recover and heal.  For that, the bitch was gonna get it.  As she began to stir, Mack smiled to her and aimed the EMAD\'85\par
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\tab What a day!  What a couple of days!  It was doubtful that he, Mack Borelin, was going to recover easily from the experience.  \lquote not enough beer in the world\rquote  to erase what had happened.  At least, though, he could walk out into his backyard without a fucking dog barking its fucking head off.\par
\tab Mack\rquote s ass hadn\rquote t even warmed his chair when\emdash\par
\tab Knock-knock-knock!\par
\tab\ldblquote Perfect.\rdblquote  Mack drawled.  He had just settled down, had his beer in one hand, remote in the other and was destined for the remainder of the day to do nothing but vegetate.  It had been a busy-busy day.\par
\tab At the door was his neighbor Bob.\par
\tab You remember Bob, Bob Tanner?  Sweetheart of a guy who just killed his teenage daughter\rquote s girlfriend?  Yeah, Bob Tanner stood at the door displaying multiple personas.  His most front persona was one of displaying the \ldblquote Cat who ate the mouse/bird\rdblquote .  He also displayed a man who just at a box of laxatives and had a cough/cold.\par
\tab Mack wasn\rquote t in the mood.  He didn\rquote t know the man that well, only that he had three beautiful girls (and why hadn\rquote t he made a move on those girls with his minding device?)\par
\tab\ldblquote What can I do for you?\rdblquote  Mack asked not caring.\par
\tab\ldblquote Well, uhm, this is embarrassing, but--\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote But what?\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote We have a shared problem.\rdblquote\par
\tab Mack was in no mood for underlying undertones.\par
\tab\ldblquote I happened to see what happened to your neighbors--\rdblquote\par
\tab Those tiny hairs on the back of Mack\rquote s neck stuck up, a knot formed in his stomach, his legs became like steel, and his face went flush.  Despite his best efforts to cover up the demise of a family\emdash he had been seen.\par
\tab\ldblquote Shared problem?\rdblquote  Mack asked being a little confused.\par
\tab\ldblquote There\rquote s been an accident\emdash at my place,\rdblquote  Bob trembled in the lips and he didn\rquote t have much in the way of \ldblquote lips.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote What sort of accident?\rdblquote\par
\tab Bob showed him.\par
\tab Mack nodded, \ldblquote that\rquote s quite an accident.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote She fell,\rdblquote  Bob said, \ldblquote but no one\rquote s going to believe that.\rdblquote\par
\tab Probably not.\par
\page\tab A security breech.  It bothered Mack.  Who the hell else saw what happened?  On the upside, Bob Tanner had three very blond haired girls and Bob T was willing to share.\par
\tab Of course, that sharing came with \ldblquote could you get rid of a stiffening body on my entrance floor?\rdblquote   there\rquote s always a catch.\par
\tab Both Mack and Bon had minding gadgets.  Both had used said gadgets for their personal deviant pleasuring purposes.  Both had experienced a tragedy.  Both had had long days for various reasons.  There were some hours left of daylight so Kimmie K was moved out of the house and covered up in the backyard by a tarp until dark whereupon Mack would on the sly slip the unfortunate teen into his car and be whisked off to the mountains.\par
\tab Mack was still a little annoyed, a little peeved that he had been seen.  It was sheer luck that the one who had seen him was not so clean himself.  In Donna\rquote s room the girl had been dressed minus underwear.  Stephanie and Michelle likewise in their room.\par
\tab There were some awkward moments but the day had been \ldblquote awkward\rdblquote  enough as it was.  There was, of course, the ranger; then the biker with his granddaughters and before leaving the national forest the adult man with his niece and nephews.\par
\tab Back to the ranger Jessica Habbage.\par
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\tab Reeling from the attack from Ranger Habbage there was a bit of pissed offedness to deal with and the way Mack Borelin dealt with anger was to vent said anger to another who deserved\emdash Jessica Habbage, Forest Ranger, deserved it.  \par
\tab That meant a spanking.\par
\tab The EMAD was adjustable\emdash in that its magnificent powers were enhanced (by tedious manipulation) to allow the Awareness Factor to be \ldblquote loose\rdblquote  or \ldblquote tight.\rdblquote   Mack adjusted the AF gain and Ranger Habbage was controllable.  In unsubdued anger Mack wrestled Habbage over a nearby log and commenced to a hearty bout of spanking.\par
\tab After several swats and his anger not curbed, Mack dragged the hapless ranger to his car and placed her within.  She was delirious and not of her own mind.  Then, putting on his driving gloves he fired up the woman\rquote s ranger truck and backed it up the sawmill site.\par
\tab Then he hustled back to his Chevy and brought it to the sawmill site.\par
\tab Birds twittered; the sun was out warming the open clearing; the heavy pleasant scent of pines and cedars wafted listlessly on the air; there was a slight breeze; a woodpecker pecked and chipmunks danced all over. \par
\page\tab Pants down, panties down, Mack\rquote s hand once more went sailing to Jessica\rquote s ass.  There was a rose tattoo on the right butt check, a prancing unicorn on the other.  Mack smacked the woman\rquote s ass turning it red.  Then off came her boots, pants, and panties.  \par
\tab Positioning Jessica on the cluttered bench seat of her truck he put his cock to her, smacking her ass firstly with the rigid member before stuffing himself into her dirt chute.\par
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\tab More spanking followed after ejaculating into her funk hole.  This was done by having the woman\rquote s ankles secured by the seatbelt lifting her ankles up and her arms stretched out to the driver\rquote s side seatbelt and secured there.  Then, after a few hard smacks from his hand he took his belt and walloped her until his arm got tired.\par
\tab Jessica\rquote s ass was seriously beaten to the point of welting and the color of puce.  Mack\rquote s legs still hurt and his balls still ached.  His anger had yet to be vented and his sex yet to be satisfied.  Jessica Habbage\rquote s level of awareness was escalating.  Mack didn\rquote t care\emdash if she became too much of a problem he had a solution for her\'85\par
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\tab But Jessica Habbage didn\rquote t become a problem and Mack got his anger vented and his sex satisfied.  In the truck\rquote s cab there wasn\rquote t really a lot of room to \ldblquote do business\rdblquote , to satisfy his sex.  He tried, though, and got frustrated due to the steering wheel and the bulky radios.\par
\tab\ldblquote Fuck this.\rdblquote  Mack said and pulled the woman out of her truck placing her on the ground and doing business there.  While he humped he did so not so kindly driving his bone to the max while Jessica traipsed from being \ldblquote aware\rdblquote  and not so.\par
\tab When the deed was done, Mack heaved laying on her, fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and loving on her in the morning sun.  His anger was still not quite vented but it was curbed.\par
\tab Jessica was cleaned up and then her fate was decided.\par
\tab There were two alternatives for the woman, Mack debated and the sun rose up over the tree tops serious bringing warmth to the desolated area.  The alternate ending Mack chose was still not without peril if not a lot of confusion for the young woman.  When she would awake to be herself in an hour or so she would find herself naked; legs wrapped about the steering wheel, handcuffed at the ankles.  A flashlight jammed into her cunt, her panties completely embedded up her ass with just a tiny piece sticking out.  Her arms secured by the seatbelts but not in such a way as she couldn\rquote t wriggle herself out given time.\par
\tab All elements of his being was erased.  First aid peroxide helped there, poured on all things his ungloved hands had touched\emdash including Jessica Habbage.  A goodly quantity drenched her cunt as well as was poured into her dick trench.  Then,\par
\tab The EMAD wriggled its magic into her mind erasing the encounter with Mack replacing it with confusing images she couldn\rquote t make senses of, and wouldn\rquote t.  \par
\tab Then, before leaving, Mack changed that ending uncuffing her ankles and pulling out the panties.  The panties were soiled and tossed away.  Another fucking came about this time not so rough with new implanted images\emdash ones of the naughty kind whereas she wanted to find secure places in the forest whereas she could get naked in peace and please herself joyously without being busted or pestered.  Working the metal flashlight into her cunt AND asshole was just the thing!\par
\tab Mack felt better, anger vented, sex drive pleased\emdash he went on his way making for home.  He needed a shower, a beer, some pizza, and a nap.  Not necessarily in that order.\par
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\tab Bob Tanner was mired with mixed emotions; Kimmie Kibbler was dead.  Dead-dead-dead and he had had something to do with it.  Thinking it thru he surmised that maybe he could have explained it (to police) but under further scrutiny he would break.  Any investigation would not be welcomed and would cause the young preppy yuppie to sweat and become nervous.  A dead giveaway.\par
\tab Thankfully there was a way to get rid of Kimmie.  He could have moved her body to the alleyway or snuck her back to her own home laying her in the driveway or the backyard or somewhere close to home.  But he felt ill-at-ease doing that\emdash fingerprints for one, the closeness of the girl to his oldest daughter, and a dozen other reasons that would ultimately fail him during an investigations.\par
\tab Thankfully he just happened to be looking out the second story window of his home and noted the demise of the Gutamenez family.  He didn\rquote t know them but knew that they had a barking dog.  He also knew that there were some children\'85\par
\tab The whole situation bothered Bob; he hadn\rquote t planned on what had happened to Kimmie and considered it very unfortunate.  He would have likened to have fucked her brains out some more.\par
\page\tab And another lingering problem was Donna.\par
\tab How to explain Kimmie\rquote s sudden disappearance?\par
\tab Of course, it was not an uncommon occurrence for people, especially girls under eighteen, to go \ldblquote missing\rdblquote  unexpectedly.  But it would surely bother Donna and that bothered Bob.\par
\tab New found friend Mack Borelin schooled Bob on the proper use of Mind Wiping/Fixing regarding the EMAD in Bob\rquote s possession.  Bob had semi reluctantly divulged the simple fact that he indeed had a minding altering device.  The entire sordid detail was played out for Mack; Bob was nervous, frightened, and despite having seen Mack put bullets into the Ernie and Connie Gutanmenez was pessimistic about his own fate.\par
\tab Be that as it may, Bob focused his attention on Donna.  Stephanie and Michelle would have to be \ldblquote fixed\rdblquote , too; and Mack had added that during the fixing \ldblquote you can make them adopt a \ldblquote new way of life.\rdblquote\rdblquote\par
\tab It took a while for Bob to grasp the unsaid.  \ldblquote A new way of life?\rdblquote\par
\tab Then he got it.\par
\tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote  he exclaimed.  He smiled big and the terrible business that had befell Kimmie evaporated.\par
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\tab With her legs outward, Daddy Bob glided gently into her sex.  Once would never be enough.  He knew it was his daughter but \ldblquote doing her\rdblquote  was more than that; it was more than having sex with her\emdash much more.  It was even more than the simplicity of the fact that she was a teenager.  What it was exactly he didn\rquote t know.  It was sex.  It was sex with a girl, a teenage girl.  It was sex with a teenage girl who was his daughter.  Sounded simple.\par
\tab Fixing Donna\rquote s mind was one of those Hit & Miss situations.  It wasn\rquote t an exact science\emdash leastways, not to Bob.  For one thing, he wasn\rquote t sure if what he was doing was working.  How would he know?  Well, accordingly, after she woke up and if she \ldblquote serviced\rdblquote  him, if she went boldly naked willy-nilly without care then yeah, the \ldblquote fix\rdblquote  was in.\par
\tab But that was chancy.  It bothered Bob not knowing the exact outcome.  It meant, simply speaking, he would have to zap her mind again and THAT bothered him; how much zapping of a Subject\rquote s mind could that subject tolerate without serious repercussions of said zapping?\par
\tab In a small way, Bob knew that life without the EMAD would have been just fine for him\emdash and his family.  He was getting pussy occasionally so what if he wasn\rquote t gettin\rquote  it from his precious daughters?\par
\page\tab With a sigh he drove his pud fully into Donna\rquote s cunt and released it\rquote s liquid love cream trapped in a reservoir tip as Bob had his willy wrapped.  Donna\rquote s nipples were perky and erect, exciting her Father who partook of the dainty delights\emdash sucking them and tweaking them until all his love had expired.\par
\tab Laying off to one side of Donna the loving continued; his Daddy cock popped out creating a new sensation.  All over her body did Bob\rquote s hands roam; fingering her cum soaked cunt, her breasts, and back to her cum soaked cunt.  He gave no thought to the simple fact that he could get her pregnant regardless of having his willy wrapped\'85\par
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\tab All the while he stuffed his pud into Stephanie, his eyes were on Michelle.  Michelle lay naked on her own twin size, one leg crocked off the edge while the other was straight out.  Daddy Bob\rquote s eyes were glued onto the young girl\rquote s ass, crack, and all else.\par
\tab The gaze to his young naked daughter incited him, excited him, and he drove his Daddyhood into Stephanie\rquote s cornhole.  It had taken a lot of prefingering and reaming by a handy candlestick.  He wanted in her pussy, he wanted in her mouth\emdash and by added knowledge of the EMAD on how not only to mind wipe but to instill a \ldblquote new way of life\rdblquote  he most definitely would be squirting his Daddy love into all three of her lovely orifices.\par
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\tab There were many girls who were pretty\emdash little girls.  Plenty of girls of color, ethnic background; blond, red haired, raven dark hair, strawberry blond, honey blond\emdash like Michelle.  She had a sweet-sweet face, slender body, inquisitive nature, curious, tomboyish but also liked dresses.  \par
\tab Bob emptied his mind of whimsy, thoughts of Good and Evil, the Right and Wrong of what he was doing.  He didn\rquote t regard it as a sickness or a chink in his otherwise perfect Daddy Armor.  The way of it, was, the new way of life for the Nation if not the World.  Before the introduction of the mind altering devices sex in the family WITH the family was taboo.  It was done but it was still taboo.  After the introduction of the mind altering devices\emdash family sex was no long taboo and tolerated without persecution OR prosecution.  \par
\tab But that said maybe; there was still that thing with consensual sexual relations.  It was a legal bender for sure\emdash the evidence had to be proved with the illegal possession of a minding device.  If the sex in the family was without such a device then fine.  But if there was sex in the family brought on by the coercion of a minding device\emdash then you\rquote re screwed.\par
\page\tab Closing his eyes Bob put away the bad thoughts and then all thoughts and concentrated on pounding Stephanie\rquote s ass.  His cock surged, expanded and lengthened.  He had offered to go with Mack but Mack shook his head saying, \par
\tab\ldblquote I do this alone.\rdblquote\par
\tab Whatever.  But then it was probably for the best as Bob didn\rquote t want to know where Kimmie would be for eternity.  He still blamed himself and rightly so, but it was an accident.  It was.\par
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\tab Schlepping his salami to Michelle was good.  Real good.  Her skin was super soft and Bob ached to get into her sex.  He couldn\rquote t even get into her asshole!  The knob of his bob would have to suffice.  An hour after stuffing Stephanie there was sufficient strength and desire strong to hump his youngest child\rquote s face AND get off into her mouth.\par
\tab That suggested being a monster and less\emdash much less, of a daddy figure.  But he couldn\rquote t help it, the desire was there and it was too much to be ignored.  All over her sweet little ass Daddy Bob humped the girl\rquote s ass, slapping her ass with his hardened throbster, gently poking her hole then gliding up and down her little slit.\par
\tab And speaking of a slit\'85\fs24\par
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