That very evening, August was up to his old tricks --with a little help from the Government Issue Device Item 0110. It wasn't a general issue item, the Device; it was classified, top secret. But carelessness on the part of government employees and August Moone being in the right place -- he just helped himself. Having legitimate credentials as an archeologist/anthropologist helped (and allowed) him certain rights to wander about usually-generally secure government areas and installations.
For the most part August worked on legitimate reasoning. Encountering the GI Device Item 0110 was the find of a lifetime. He endured agonizing hours, months, years.before finally understanding some of its unique functions.
He did realize the extreme potential of the Device --why, he could be the world's greatest spy; an assassin above all others, the supreme bank robber! The possibilities were endless. Endless.
Unfortunately there was the minor hick-up.the Device had a slight flaw that for some unknown reason without fore warning.it would shutdown. And that was a bad thing. No warning whatsoever, leaving its possessor in a possibly precarious situation. And that was a very bad thing.
August didn't know what was the catalyst for causing the Device to crash so suddenly. There seemed to be no reasoning that he could ascertain. A tried a few times to glean info from government specs on the world wide web, but assumed that for absolute info.he would have to find the Device's creator(s).
He nixed that notion and sought to discover all the abilities (and inabilities) of the Device himself. For however long it would take.
With Device in hand, hidden, he set out just at evening type time to make a night of it. He set his eyes (and cock) on a very pretty young lady, a pre-teen she was. A party dress she wore, long dark hair very curled cascading down her body concealing her lovely young breasts. She captivated August, she was adorable.
She was NOT an employee. August couldn't understand, why on Earth would parents desiring quality time to themselves go on vacation and take their children!?
'Oh well, more the better for me!' he quipped to himself. Her parents and other siblings were going to the barn dance held once a week. It was a big to-do and everyone gussied up in their finest.just like in the olden days. The young-young teen had been observed entering the rustic old barn, but moments later observed leaving said barn.
As she crossed the large open area making way to the guests housing, August quickly "acquired" her brain waves. It took a moment, she was moving fast and the distance was just at the limit range of the Device. There were other folks around, some he knew where employees on their off-time, others were on-duty. There was no security per se at the Bar-None, August figured that in due time that was going to change.
As the girl bounded up the wooden steps to the plank walkway, turned and made way down to the room her folks and she (and various sibs) were staying, August nailed her. He saw on the Device screen her brainwave pattern and that it was well acquired.
The girl paused, stopping dead. August checked the immediate surroundings and entered a special code, then made a whisper into the mic of the Device, "Go around the corner, into the alleyway." he sent the message and waited for it to be received and acted on.
Again he checked his surroundings then moved stealthily through the darkening evening.
She was pretty and smelled wondrous. He brushed her cheek and admired her. With the setting of darkness he couldn't glean too much detail, but had seen her earlier in the light and so he was somewhat satisfied. He enveloped her with a hug, she did not respond. (which was a good thing). He patted her backside then draped a hand down to her lovely-lovely ass... and gave it a gentle squeeze. She was all of thirteen, just barely. His hand moved effortlessly up and down her body, pulling her powder blue Church Social dress up, finding nothing underneath save for her matching powder blue undies with yellow flowers emblazoned on them.
A hand slipped inside the undies and squeezed cool bare flesh, digging down to the crack to diddle the tight ever so tight anus. August's cock surged to life, demanding attention. He pressed his lips to the girl's, shoving his tongue into her mouth, sliding her panties down to expose her ass.
Her dress he raised up and guided his enthralled cock against her young womanliness. He sighed and rubbed the schlong against her furry patch, poking and prodding her virginity. Her dress was up high on her chest, her neck; thusly not allowing him easily to feast on her young breasts.
He checked his surroundings again and moved the girl further down the alley, a small space separating two quest quarters buildings. Behind the buildings were some old furniture, hay bales, ranch type equipment long forgotten. The girl was laid out on one of the rotting hay bales, her legs raised up and panties removed.
August on his knees pressed his mouth to the teen's snatch box and drove his tongue DEEP inside her. "Amanda" twitched and gyrated at the violation, but she was still under his control. August noshed and licked, sucked and slurped his way into pure unadulterated ecstasy; the girl experienced multiple orgasms and coated Auggie's face with her juices.
He was elated.
He held off fucking her, for now. But he DID lay his prong against the sweet virgin lips and hump madly until he spewed. The spunk he diddled to her asshole, pussy, and with a cum laden finger into her mouth. He managed to "command" her to suck him, placing her on her knees and taking his goober into her mouth for a moment of satisfying sucking.
Naturally the girl made faces, retched, gagged, and thrashed her head about. She was not a cocksucker. For a lark, August kept her panties, tucking them into his shorts, nestling them about his aching dong. Amanda was returned to where she had last been in "normal" mode and returned to her own mind.
The girl nearly fell as she was "released", stumbling, retching, rubbing her groin and being very confused. An older sibling had come searching for her, he came to her aid and August was distracted by the sneaky Mr. E.
"Sooooo, did you find anything today?" asked the geeky cowboy. August replied that he hadn't even started, but was planning on it come the morn. Mr. E was in a talkative (nosey) mood, trying to be helpful with offerings of showing him the maps he had in his office, his fore knowledge of the property outskirts, etc.
August not wanting to be rude or tip his hand that he was something other than what he claimed--graciously accepted the map look see and left Amanda and her brother to their own doings.
"Cotton-eyed Joe" was playing for the umpteenth time by the time August ambled out of Mr. Ernst's office. He fumed at the prospective thought of having MISSED something -- an opportunity to have a little "fun." Oh he knew he had time, plenty of time... but still, it was just the idea of having missed a possible prime opportunity.
There were still some guests tromping about in the dance hall, this was a booze-free atmosphere so everything was quaint and congenial -- there was wine and beer served with meals, but nothing more so as guests wouldn't get out of hand.
August slowly made his way across the open area, still a little miffed, but getting over it. Mr. E was alright, just a little starved for some recognition. Auggie let it be and moved on, just ambling with no particular place to go; he wasn't tired, he had slept all afternoon.
He came to the stables, at first he just came to the rail fence and leaned against it, staring out into the vast desertscape beyond. He sighed, drank in the coolness of the evening, contemplated this, thought about that, lusted heavily for everything else.
It was then that his Narly Senses alerted him to something--narly. (hey, if Spiderman can have Spidey senses -- then August Moone can have Narly Senses.)
There was something going on--close by. Using extreme stealth he slipped up alongside the stable wall and peered down the open side. The heavy scent of horse shit fill the air, he heard a horse fart, one whinny, another one ripped a narly bubbly horse fart.
But there was something more. Cautiously he made his way along, carefully peering into the inky darkness of each stall. All he saw was hoseys. Until he came to the middle stall. Here there was something amiss -- something definitely amiss. Someone -- someone was INSIDE the horse stall. Which was a bit unusual, so August assumed. But he couldn't see a damn thing, but was mildly aware of it being so.
There was another aspect to the Device Item 0110... he hadn't tried it in a long-long time -- mainly due to the fact that afterward it left him drained, ill, major fucking headache and blurred vision for hours. Even afterwards he was still a little out of it and would require a cool down period lasting anywhere's from 4-6 hours.at least.
But, on the other hand.
He contemplated. The horse before him whinnied. Cotton-eyed Joe struck up another round, some guest were leaving the barn dance barn heading for bed, it was near midnight. August sighed -- contemplated, then began instructing the Device to do its thing.
Now, the ability to capture brainwaves and manipulate them was one thing; going about invisible--now that was something else entirely. But August assumed that he was not actually "invisible" per se -- just to the person . the person being "affected." To anyone else he was still visible, the Device continued to manipulate the Victim.
But along with being rendered Invisible to Sight, the Device gave August Clear Sight.even in pure darkness. It was a gray field, kind of like very low light at dusk in a forest of gray trees. Not much in the way of color schemes, but that was okay, he liked black & white television anyways.
He had to lean against the stable wall for support as a sudden wave of nausea enveloped him, seething through his body and making almost sea-sick. It passed momentarily and he was alright. He dreaded what was to come when his spying was complete -- he would be a little more than just sea-sick.
With a deep sigh and once more peered into the stall of Gammy. Now he could see, it was like looking at a black & white movie, but at least he could see. There was a near constant ringing in his ears, another component "just dessert" for his shenanigans. He paid it no mind and saw someone for sure within the stall.
That someone was "busy" UNDER the horsey.
August was greatly curious and with the most extreme caution he could muster, he opened the unlatched stable door. Many minutes were needed to ensure that his entrance would go unnoticed. Only the horse whinnied at his presence, shifted on his feet (hooves) and was somewhat antsy. Under the horse there was commotion. Serious narly business at hand. August spotted the strewn clothing in the scattered hay, kneeling down he saw it was the wrangler Lacey. She was the chief horse breaker, the one who cared mostly for the horses -- and how. She was nude and masturbating the horse, Gammy!
August had seen many weird fucking things in his years --but this by far was the topper. He had heard of such things occurring -- but never had he seen anything like it. He was aware that girls sometime had a thing for their dogs.but a horse!?
Lacey was in her mid 30s or thereabouts, she was a short haired curly blond, pleasant enough, somewhat pretty -- a serious tomboy with rough edges. But she was alright --especially naked.
The horse had previously cum--the spent juices coated Lacey's throat and chest. She was once more bringing Gammy to climax, kissing the tip of his enormous cock and getting into the dirty deed. August didn't know what to think, nor did his cock -- it wanted to get hard but this was just too fucking weird.
After several long minutes, the woman ceased her masturbating the horse and panted, rubbing her hands all over her cum laden nude body. She then scooted over a hay bale and placed it under Gammy's belly. Then she positioned herself on the bale, opened her legs and brought the long horse schlong to her quim!
August about fell over.
Lacey raised her hips up to greet the cock, pulling and tugging on the funky dong, pressing the massive "head" against her pussy. It was too much, August felt ill and his cock was confused. This was supposed to be a sexual thing, a sexual encounter. It was a bit much.
Lacey continued with her show, turning over and shoving her ass up to greet the cock, rubbing the phallic against her cheeks and trying to sodomize herself. Gammy seemed pleased, whinnying and prancing about, bucking and shooting loads and loads of hot sticky gooey cum.
August couldn't do anything more, he couldn't get Lacey's brainwaves -- not to the manipulation mode. She was on her own doing and August feared over taxing the Device should he attempt to do more. So he was trapped. Lacey sucked on Gammy's cock, fondled his balls then hugged the huge animal, squatting before him for a pee before gathering her clothes and walking out, still naked and still covered in horse cum.
August stepped up to the huge beast, the two met eyes and August hung his head. Gammy nodded, whinnied, and farted.
The following day: August was out in the surrounding hills and desertscape making a valiant effort of his purpose. His mind, though, was not on locating Indian artifacts -- his mind was filled with Lacey and Gammy. He did find some chart, a spot where at one time an Indian had squatted and chipped out a suitable knife, arrowhead of some sort, a cutting blade to skin whatever animal he could find or had found.
It was and stressful out in the searing heat, Lacey and Gammy filled his mind.she would be an interesting woman to encounter. He held her on the back burner, he had others he wished to "encounter."
With little in finding something legit, he returned to the ranch, avoiding the prowling-wandering Mr. Ernst and made for his room, showered, and sat at the desk overlooking the ranch's open area, contemplating. He saw a few prospects that were worthy of his attention. He saw Amanda, too. He smiled and his cock surged. She was flanked by an older brother and another sister not too much older than she.
Then he saw Bradley. Bradley he had seen with Melody the day before. She was dark haired, tall, serious tomboy but had some charm to her just the same. She was a serious horse rider and had a major tight butt. August was enthralled with her.
He made note of the fact that Mr. E struck off in his jeep, making for town. August breathed a sigh of relief, the man was alright, but talkative. Bradley was nowhere to be seen, naturally. August sauntered across the open area to one of the many barns, eyes darting about in search of the elusive butt.
He hadn't left the steps of the office-guest building when once again his Narly Senses kicked in. He waited a moment, trying to hone in on where his senses were directing him. He nodded his head the cowboy way to some pretty items crossing his path. He turned his attention to the Duty Board posting nearby, noting that Bradley and Melody had just taken a small herd of city slickers out for an afternoon romp in the desert.
He sighed. He wasn't disgruntled or put off by it, there were other choices. His Narly Senses, though, were still active. Something somewhere was happening, close by. He came to the corner of the building and felt that he needed to go down the lee side. An old wagon was here, wagon wheels as decoration lain up against the rustic dull red two story barn conversion. No one was about, he continued his trek... which opened up to the back area of the ranch, facing out into the wide expanse of desert. A couple of more old wagons and assorted barn/ranch stuff. His alerted senses brought him to slink along the back of the office-guest room/lounge building, coming directly to a dirty paned window. It was blocked by a red checkered curtain, but with dire determination he could just peer inside through the crack.
He risked someone coming around and seeing him spying, but it was a well worthy risk--for inside was young Joshua--Joshua was Mr. E's pre-teen son.and he was naked. And he was naked and humping. Humping what?
August couldn't rightly tell, that sucked. But someone was on the long burgundy couch--it was Mr. E's private office -- the office where August had been led into for the long drawn out boring convo the day before.
August stepped back--he thought, contemplated--then thought some more. The heat of the sun prompted him to move his ass. He slinked along the rustic building, pausing now and then to check the Device's functioning, then continued onward. At the boardwalk in front of the office check-in, lounge, guest quarters, etc. he paused, scanned the area, eyed a few other prospects, then moved on inside the building.
A very slender young tender young lady was tending the check-in-out desk, incredible brown eyes, soft complexion, very tan, demure she was and alluring. She captivated August.like most young pretty things did. She wore this day beige walking shorts that were short with wide legs. His cock surged and demanded attention.
But he was on a previous mission.
He made a note to "check-in" with the girl later on. He deemed that she was about twenty or so, small chest, great ass -- she was worthy of his attention.
He carefully made his way along, tapping those brainwaves that needed "tapping" to ensure that he moved without questioning stealthily along to his destination, Mr. Ernst's back private office.
Naturally the door was locked, it was down a short hallway and marked PRIVATE. Mr. E had another office, the congenial everyday office further up across from a bathroom. But there, too, was his most private of private offices, his "getaway"/leave me alone office.
August paused outside the office, contemplated, wasn't sure if it would work--closed his eyes, prayed to the God of Devices (assuming that there was one) then began working the wondrous gadget in his hands (uh, that would be the Device Item 0110.) There were several moments of nothing, the screen he watched remained blank, no indications that anything was happening. He shook his head and decided that if it was going to work it would have.
Suddenly, there was a flicker and a brief flash of amber light with numbers and lines. He paused, held his breath and then--there was strong indications that the Device was making "contact" with the Subject/Victim.
He waited until the indications were confirmed before proceeding. This didn't take too long, the Device was a wondrous gadget and within a minute (or two) all indications led Auggie to believe that the person on the other side of the door--was his to command.
He sent a single command--open the door.
It was thirty seconds before the sounds of someone scuffling across the floor could be heard. Auggie checked the status indicators and all revealed to him that it was a go, the brain wave patterns were still intact. August assumed then that the heavy oak door probably had something to do with the density factor.
He didn't mind, he didn't care--so long as the damn fucking door opened!
And it did.
Standing there butt bare assed naked was Joshua, Mr. E's young son, cum dripping in strands from his pud. August was elated. Quickly he entered into the private room and manipulated the boy into returning to that deed of which he had been doing prior to being distracted. August shut and relocked the door. On one of the two odd-green odd shaped sofas was a love doll.
Not an ordinary love doll by any means--very life-like. Very. The skin textures, the hair, the face, the love box and backdoor--all extremely life-like. Young Joshua remounted the "woman" who August took to be kinda teenage like and so much as a "woman." Joshua didn't care, nor did August. (and apparently nor did Mr. E of whom the love doll belonged.
Joshua had previously cum, his young cock needed just a little time to relax and recover before returning to "fuck" mode. He settled on the love doll and sucked on her 28 B cuppers, grinding his youngness into the doll's sex. August, still having minor control over the young boy, stripped naked and rubbed the lad's ass, parting his cheeks and fingering his hole. August had never fucked a love doll, not when banging the real thing could be had. Gingerly he caressed the lad's ass, tugging at his testicles and lightly fingering the swamp box of the love doll. His own bone screamed for attention. August watched the boy slip his young pud into the doll's life-like snatch and commence to fuck. August positioned himself behind the boy and guided his missile into the lad's rectum.
There was some effort involved here--the lad's hole was rather tight. But there was sweat and with a finger gouging the sphincter, some spittle, some pre-cum and some cum from the boy's own organ--anal penetration was a done deal.
Slow penetration--slow and easy. August pressed the head of his cock into the pre-teen's hole and with measured determination continue the assault until sunk as much as he himself could stand. The boy was still preoccupied with sucking the doll's titties as well as humping her snatch--he was oblivious to the fact they he himself was being fucked.
At length Joshua managed another cum shot, causing his young ass to flinch and clench. Causing enormous sexual pleasures (with minor discomforting pain) to Auggie's dong. He smacked the boy's ass, squeezed hard the cheeks and plowed his pleasure until filling the young hole with love cream.
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