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Episode 2

Of course it wasn't as if Morieda, no matter how much she
suspected he'd like it, could just magically invite her son into
the deepest secrets of the Pentagon. No, certainly not. His
immorality, already at its peak, would inflame all the worse when
coached by the helpful hands of Zambridge, Norminx and Belsita.
However at home, Joriot proved enough of a distracting problem
for him as it was.

She questioned constantly her motive for adopting the boy.
Zambridge had simply told her at the time that it was a great
service to her country, to keep such a child's mouth shut. He was
useful, and that usefulness in the field of sexual creativity,
earned the seven year old his right to live. But still, Joriot
was a fierce little brat when he wanted to be. And in the company
of Rikvus he seemed deliberately tuned to annoy her seventeen
year old Aspergers son. So having arrived home with him after
another abhorrent night on level 70 (her depravity was stooping
lower by the day), she sent the kid straight to his room.

Instead, sweet little Joriot borrowed Rikvus's computer,
suspecting he was asleep. Little did he know the older boy was
simply taking a bathroom break and would very soon intrude on the
room again. Joriot, burdened by a little stiffy from the night of
play that no one had bothered to relieve him of, started to
search through Rikvus's files.

"Oooh, look," the kid snickered, gesturing to the screen. "Child
porn."

"What?," Morieda was still accosted by cruel surprise when she
searched through those files, finding the most hideous kinds of
child torture had been stored on her son's computer. Indeed,
despite all the depravity she'd accompanied her co-workers in at
the trustworthy Pentagon, it still horrified her that her own son
would look at such stuff. Such stuff which in many a case, even
depicted the murder and torture of children.

Joriot suddenly scrambled away from the computer, his eyes wild
with fright.

"It's okay honey," Morieda attempted to comfort him. "My son may
be sick but he won't dare do that to his precious little adopted
brother. Not if I have something to say about it."

"It's not that," Joriot squeaked, raising a trembling finger with
his little eyes sparkling. "It's just that the triumphant
downloader returns."

There stood Rikvus in the doorframe, his boner casually erect
through his fly and his eyes narrowed in anger. "What the fuck
are you two doing at my computer dammit!"

"Just trying to jack off," Joriot squeaked, attempting to
scramble away. But his coordination was even worse than the older
Aspergers boy who soon caught up to him, grabbed him by the small
shoulders and tossed him halfway across the room. As he crashed
into the Blu-ray cabinet, Joriot curled up into a ball and sobbed
wet patches onto his bare knees.

"You stay the fuck away from my property!," Rikvus bellowed.

"Rikvus!," Morieda screeched, staring firmly into her son's eyes.
"How can you get off on this stuff? How long have you had it.
Have you..." Her words soon caught in her throat. What was she
saying? How bad could hypocrisy become? She'd just whipped a
teenage girl to death one night prior had she not? Had she not
also witnessed the brutal torture and killings of other women and
children multiple times? And she who had witnessed such with
minimum sexual arousal. There was scarcely a motive for what she
had done other than cold-blooded, pointless murder. At least her
little boy had a reason for watching child porn. Take one look at
that rock hard boner and that was confirmation enough.

Rikvus furiously sat down at the computer and instead of
minimizing the files, started to jack off to them, hoping to get
rid of his mother ASAP. It was a little girl of ten exposing her
bare ass to the screen that the boy furiously concentrated upon.
"It's my life," he snarled. "My conscience is of my choosing!"

Rolling her eyes, Morieda stormed away, unable to cope with her
own hypocrisy should she try to lecture him further. Instead she
picked up the still sobbing Joriot and carried him to bed. Then
for a reason she could never explain, pulled aside the covers and
climbed in with the child, hugging him close to her chest the
whole while she slept. One hand found his stiffy and slowly
pulled and massaged it. A little cry erupted from the dreamy
child around 1 am, as this very slow jerking caused him to shoot
in his sleep. Morieda smiled at the sweet little cry, kissing the
back of his neck.

This brought back fine memories of Rikvus. Memories when that
damn rebellious Aspergers teen had once been a fucking good
little boy!

---

"Agent Fieldsing, I have special assignment for you today, this
one in the department of pleasure," Morieda stared in horror at
the floor, not wanting to look up into Zambridge's eyes as she
gave the orders. "You're to kidnap three triplets from the local
drug town. They belong to a dealer, someone of whom more evidence
is required before arrest can be made. He'll give us anything in
return for the children."

Morieda's eyes lit up. "Oh, so you mean we're going to give them
back."

Zambridge basically slapped her in good humour. "No silly. Once
he gives the locals a confession, we need worry very little
regarding the return of his kids. Those triplets, beautiful young
minxes I've enjoyed setting my eyes upon, are indeed beyond the
ripest children I've ever seen. They should make fine additions
to the level 70 captives, whenever any of us are in the mood to
use them during the Pleasure Holiday week. As for now, work of
course must be done to earn the prize. And your work, far from
serious national business, is to claim the prize today which
we'll be awarding the Director and Norminx with in about another
month, when the Pleasure Holiday comes around again."

"I've only kidnapped criminal adults before," Morieda told her
frankly.

"Then innocent children should be a piece of cake," Zambridge
chuckled before burying her face in the Airport terrorist
reports.

The kidnapping was of course a success. With someone such as
Morieda, who made frequent arrests of criminals tenfold in size,
simply slipping the delicate bodies of three delicious children
into the rear of her SWAT team van was of ease. On the way home
from work however, determined to forget what the day had brought
around, she focused all her concentration on Rikvus.

He was doomed to get himself arrested with a collection of child
porn such as the one he had amassed. It would be the perfect
excuse for Zambridge to get rid of him and confirm again to her
that she needed to try again with a different child. So the
easiest way to deal with such a situation was simply to employ
something as a distraction. And as no such thing that wasn't
sexual could distract her son, she decided to pay (if not for a
hooker) at least for someone to do the jacking off duty. She'd
still be a decent mother if she paid for minimal sexual help,
wouldn't she?"

An expert nineteen year old Asian girl they called The Firewrist
due to the swift movements of her hand resembling burning speed,
was the selection Morieda made at the local wealthy escort house.
She brought the girl home, stripped her for her son, who sat
there with a boner in his pants that, should a second one be
erected alongside it, one would suspect the World Trade Centre
had been reconstructed.

"Is... is she for me?," he stammered.

"No sex," Morieda warned firmly. "She's to help you down your
libido only. Firewrist here is not just known for her hand-work.
She's done things with plenty of men which could give you a nasty
infection son. So employ her hand for whatever you want, and
avoid all holes?"

Firewrist smiled at him as she stored away the cash his mommy
gave her then made her slow approach to the subject. Rikvus
drooled at the mouth and didn't even notice it. Waking himself up
to the situation shortly, he had her pull up a chair and sit
beside him. He searched through his computer records of celebrity
pics, pulling up all kinds of posters of Ariana Grande and Selena
Gomez, then searching for even more new pics of them on Google
Images. He had both hands free, for Firewrist had both of hers
wrapped around his cock and would start to jerk him whenever he
requested. Instantly she'd stop if he landed on a pic of Ariana
or Selena that was WAY TOO HOT and he was getting dangerously
close to the erupting level.

This happened several times, multiple bikini pics of Selena
coming close to triggering him and one with Ariana being sprayed
with a water gun nearly sent him tumbling over the cliff. He held
on until at last he brought up two pics on the screen
simultaneously. One was of a barefoot Ariana reclining stomach
down on her bed, the other of Selena in her water tank
photo-shoot. The ropes of cum Firewrist then milked from him
could not be restrained any longer.

Rikvus was amazed at the pure Heaven into which he was thrown by
this young girl's handwork. She was a millionfold the skill of
his own hands and even that of his amateur mother's. Her frigging
was beyond expert and quite frankly could have reached Mars in
the end result. He thanked her a million times and she gently
kissed his emptied balls goodbye before leaving. She promised to
return, of course only if she was paid handsomely yet again.

Things were arranged by Morieda so Firewrist soon visited the boy
weekly, and in that same quantity of time milked him up to three
times a day to his favourite Ariana and Selena pics. To say he
was in continuous seventh heaven was an understatement.

Joriot intruded one day with a sneaky little grin. "Hey Rikvus
big bro, could I borrow Firewrist for a second. I'd like her to
help me with..."

And he was picked up and tossed across the room into the Blu-ray
cabinet yet again.

---

Now skipping ahead to the next Pleasure Holiday week, it would be
fair to say Morieda was beyond horrified at what Zambridge,
Norminx and Belsita concocted this time. Lubricious as it was
horrifying, Morieda couldn't help but examine closely the
following horrors.

A fifteen year old boy, chained to a post, was sucked erect by
Belsita. The same Belsita who was fucked from behind by Norminx.
Grinning up at the horrified young teen, who was on the verge of
orgasm, she bit through his young cock and tore it off. At the
same time, Norminx shot his load in her ass.

Zambridge had a sixteen year old girl bend over before her and
touch her toes. In this position, she was free to lash her behind
with a martinet. She did so until her cunt was bloodied, in which
hole one Agent Rombill fucked heartily once the red lube was
flowing.

Zambridge of course had to delve into her own pleasures as well.
Masochistically she had herself chained up naked, upon her
withered behind a fourteen year old girl employed a cat o nine
tails. Only when Zambridge was wet with her own blood did she
exchange positions with the girl and then lashed the teenager so
fiercely she fainted. Revenge at its best!

As the fainted teenager lay upon the ground, Zambridge satisfied
her foot fetish by licking the unconscious girl's toes. All the
while Rombill, still withholding his discharge, fucked Zambridge
into an orgasmic state during this worship.

Morieda, who'd done nought but onlook so far, was then seized by
Rombill. A word about the latter. He was a withered old Agent who
was very close to retirement and memory wipe, thus he was
enjoying lubricious pleasures as often as possible. His discharge
was especially slow for he hadn't shot yet, and he was strangely
intent to do so in Morieda's bowels.

"I don't care how old you are now," he snarled. "I've been
watching you since you were a young cop and have been wanting to
spill my seed in you ever since. Now come join the debauchery!"

"No!," Morieda cried, trying to tug away. "No, I'm just here to
observe."

Letting the foot of that fourteen year old girl finally fall from
her mouth, Zambridge glared up at Morieda and her lips twisted
into a snarl. "Agent Fieldsing! There is no such thing as the
word `no' on level 70. Rombill is a good man, thus you do for him
what he wants."

Exactly," Rombill growled, escorting Morieda so she sat in the
lap of the exhausted Agent Belsita. "And what I want is for you
to suck this young lady's sexy little titties while I pound you
out from behind. Suck on them like a baby bitch."

Submitting out of lack of choice, Morieda tongued and licked the
nipples of Belsita, no doubt firing jolts of pleasure into her
co-worker, who calmly petted her head during it as a show of
thanks. Morieda all the while struggled to accommodate the old
weapon of Rombill, the first to enter her since Todelvus. But she
managed it, managed it with much panting and sighing. She
concentrated on nought but pleasuring Belsita the whole way
through, and somehow from that young girl's cries, managed an
orgasm of her own as Rombill shot his boiling seed in her ass.

Of course, pleasures simply didn't remain as mild as they were
now. Since Belsita had recovered from all that nipple licking
Morieda had given her, the young Agent called in a team of ten
fifteen year old boys. She sprawled amongst them and had them
gang bang her. One lodged himself in her ass, another in her
cunt, the third her mouth. She jerked off both the fourth and
fifth. The sixth licked one foot and rubbed himself off against
her sole, the seventh doing the same to her other foot. The
eighth and ninth would alternate between sucking, licking and
inhaling her armpits. And whenever she drew them firmly together,
they'd lodge their cocks therein. The tenth boy lay beneath her,
sucking and fondling on both her breasts and rubbing one out
against her belly button.

Only after she'd made them all shoot and she'd orgasmed well over
ten times, one for each boy, did Belsita then arrange them for
execution. In an adjoining chamber they were each tied to
separate poles and their cocks smeared with the most delicious
meats that dogs found most appealing. A team of savage, starved
rottweilers were then let into the room, and you probably require
only one guess to assume where their hungry attention went. All
ten thus died bleeding out of their crotches once the dogs all
tore their genitals off. Belsita watched her recent pleasurers
perish in such a manner from a screen of two-way glass. The boys
would glimpse during their horrific agonies, the young Belsita
masturbating out her eleventh orgasm while they lost their junk.

Zambridge's passion was then tenfold the horror of the young
Belsita's. The older Chief Agent had two eleven year old girls,
the most stunning in the world of nymphancy, tied upside down
from the celling by their ankles. She made love to the dizzy
creatures, suckling their cunts while they sucked hers, an
upright 69 being the unusual, heavily lubricious display. Then
catching up some whips, Zambridge lashed their bellies furiously.
Both had been fed immense meals prior to this and thus issued
streams of vomit onto the floor as they were lashed upon their
stomachs. Soon she dropped the whip and cast herself beneath
them, the old woman rolling about in the puddle of puke the young
girls had issued for her. As she did so, she grabbed ahold of
their heads in turn and indiscriminately mauled at their
beautiful faces with her fingers, tearing out eyes, clawing
tongues to shreds and even ripping off teeth. In their new agony
they spewed more, and Zambridge came a massive flood as one girl
launched a fresh, warm flood of vomit upon her swollen old pussy.

The passion of Norminx then even outdid the two mentioned so far.
For a quarter of an hour he sucked and licked the tiny balls and
cock of an eight year old boy. Only after draining the child of
all he could possibly hold did he then pour oil over his crotch.
The child was in immense fear as he saw the agent teasingly hold
a match up over his pelvis. "Listen kid, I'll burn your little
sex organs to a state of permanent non-use unless you can make
yourself cum in under a minute." Failing of course despite all
his attempting pullings, yankings and soft friggings, Norminx
finally dropped the match thereupon and burned his crotch to
ashes. Straight after he sodomized him, all the while pouring the
rest of the oil directly down his gullet. He tossed a live match
into the screaming child's mouth and thus set his oesophagus on
fire at precisely the moment he discharged in his ass.

Rombill's passion was swift but deadly. He liked to hold a young
woman by her hips and cunt-fuck her from the rear while another
lashed his back with cat o nine tails. This soon put him into
such a savage state that prior to discharging in the first, he
seized a silenced pistol and put a bullet through the cunt of a
little girl that he'd chained up nearby to observe the
activities. "And that's your sex education over!," he screamed
while inundating the cunt of the girl he fucked.

It was fair to say that after seeing precisely how intense these
events could continue to advance, Morieda was in a rush to get
home. Alas however, they demanded she take part in a passion of
her own. As she attempted to turn the creative side of her brain
in the correct direction, we shall depart to take a brief visit
to the boys back home.

---

Joriot, lacking invitation to this Pleasure Holiday, had thus
stayed at the house with Rikvus. The annoyance he made of himself
soon sent the older boy to bed early, covering his ears with head
phones simply to block out the sound of his voice. Thus, taking
up post at the computer, Joriot was free to enjoy the child porn
collection he'd managed to glimpse the other day.

The little boy shot his load while watching a decapitation video,
a child of five being decapitated by the elderly man who encunted
her. Joriot swooned under the immense pleasure which the film had
given him. He suspected that such a deep realm of pleasure into
which he'd been cast would finalize all his energy for the day.
But as his tired gaze slipped to the floor he caught sight of a
huge huntsmen spider at his feet. Employing his protective
slippers, he crushed it slowly to death, limb by limb, leaving it
thus to die in agony. After that, he was as stiff as if he had
never shot before in his life. Therefore he resumed his
masturbatory search through his new step-brothers records.

Meanwhile, sleeping in the midst of music, Rikvus was deep in
thought. Deep in thoughts of revenge to be precise. It was thus
that an hour later, waking from this impossible slumber, he
decided not to hesitate in the least to put this following plan
into action.

It mattered not how asocial he was. Anyone could both manage and
get away with the following. So it was he paid a visit to Shawman
Kendor, the delinquent king of the local street gangs. His
hideout was legendary, behind the parkland barbecues. His
reputation for adolescent violence notorious. Setting eyes upon a
loser like Rikvus, his first impulse of course was to have him
bashed senseless, robbed and tossed into a gutter. But as soon as
Rikvus produced the required money to earn a task to be completed
by his employees, he casually sat back and in a snarling voice,
asked what it was he desired.

"I need you to teach a little kid a good, strong lesson," Rikvus
insisted.

"We're good at those," Shawman chuckled, sharing glances with his
fellow, studded gloved followers. "Right guys?"

"Yep, teach it to him good," Rikvus went on. "Don't kill him. The
kid's sort of like my brother. But as soon as you set eyes upon
him, rough him up real good so he never messes with me again.
Rape him a little if you want. From what I hear from my mother's
tales of work-land, the little seven year old kid's quite a
rapist himself. If I'm to believe those stories of him smothering
or punching to death innocent little five year old females while
he fucks them."

"Oh by God, do we have a lesson to teach him!," Shawman chuckled,
gesturing to one of their black gang members. The negro possessed
a long black weapon near to eighteen inches long. "Will this
suffice."

"I said rape him a little, not physically split him in half,"
Rikvus laughed. "But yeah, maybe at least slide the head in. I
have to get going now. You have his photo, so do your job."

"Don't fucking tell us to do what our payment swears we will do,"
Shawman snarled, waving angrily at him. "Now get the fuck out of
our sight. You're a real fucked up weirdo, doing this to your own
bro you know. He'll never forgive you."

Rikvus simply chuckled to himself as he walked away. "Tit for
tat. For I'll never forgive him. That little bastard Joriot is
just another reason I'm losing my mommy's attention. Well,
revenge will soon be here. Revenge will soon be sweet."

As soon as he walked through the door yet again, the little
pyjamad Joriot came skipping up to him, giggling the whole while
with his dark eyes glinting. "Where the fuck have you been?
Taking a night stroll have you?"

"And what have YOU been doing at my computer you little shit,"
Rikvus snarled, dashing over to notice the child porn, the
crushed spider, and the little boy cum everywhere. "Oh, quite a
lot of fun I see."

Still giggling, Joriot climbed into his lap, putting his arms
around his neck affectionately. "Oh big bro, I'm so happy your
home. Maybe we can now have some fun together. It was getting
quite lonely here. Fun, but lonely."

"Would you stop calling me bro you cheeky little brat," Rikvus
sighed, standing up and tossing him down on the couch. "For
fuck's sake, isn't it obvious I detest you?"

Genuine sadness then crossed Joriot's features. Rikvus was
shocked that his eyes, those dark, cruel little eyes even watered
a little. "Well, you like me somewhat... don't you?"

Heaving a sigh, Rikvus admitted what felt like the truth. Hell,
maybe it even was the truth! "Sort of. In fact I find you very
cute."

"Really?," Joriot was grinning again as he sat up on the couch,
unbuttoning his shirt. "How cute?"

"Cute enough that if you resume being so brave as to keep
unbuttoning that shirt, you're going to get the belly tickling of
a lifetime!" Not giving the kid a chance to refasten his buttons,
Rikvus playfully leapt upon the couch and employed his fingers to
gently then vigorously tickling the exposed midriff. That taut
skin felt so warm and fresh under his fingers. The reaction from
his tickles was soon addictive.

"Stahhapp, stop it!," Joriot snickered, laughing and kicking
about. He even drew up one leg and delivered quite a painful
strike to Rikvus's stomach.

"Oh, is that how you want to play it then little bro?," A wide
grin crossed Rikvus's face. He grabbed ahold of the child's ankle
and pulled off his slipper. "I know a place far more sensitive
than the belly. It's reserved for the punishments of little boys
who kick their brothers."

He tickled him with his fingers of course, bringing forth more
intense laughter. "And...," Rikvus went on slowly, increasing
both their excitement. "Little boys who torture spiders get
something extra!" He tongued the child's bare feet, in such a way
to cause the most intense tickles by deliberation. For Joriot
they were just as arousing as they were painfully ticklish.

"Stop it, stop it you big fucking perv bastard!," Joriot cried
all this out of nothing but good humor. In many ways, he'd never
felt safer than he did now with the devoted mouth of a teen male
upon his precious little boy feet. He was sorry to feel the
tickles at last end and Rikvus simply collapse on the couch
beside him, dying down in the aftermath of their laughter.

"Oh you're a little cutie," Rikvus decided, planting kisses on
the young boy's belly. Joriot wanted more than that, seizing his
head and pressing lip to lip. "You're my little bro, I accept
it," Rikvus announced after they'd finished the kiss. "So what do
you say to the suggestion we end this night like bros?"

"I'm exhausted," Joriot admitted.

"Then I'll do you first to irritate you back awake," Rikvus
replied. He sodomized the boy, thus losing his virginity and
enjoying the firm grasp of a hot hole about his cock. From the
moans of Joriot, although some of pain but many of pleasure,
Rikvus could tell he was indeed satisfying one gay little child.
Straight after he helped the boy find more spiders to kill. After
torturing all those insects, little Joriot was hard as rock, thus
announcing one last orgasm which needed to be spilled before the
lights would be turned out for both of them.

Although not particularly given to taking, Rikvus never the less
parted his butt cheeks and gave the child a hole to lodge his
weapon in and into which to spill his seed. They fell asleep,
believe it or not, laced in each other's arms under the warmth of
Rikvus's bed sheets.

So great was this night that Rikvus forgot all about his recent
plan of revenge action established against his now accepted,
younger brother lover.

---

"Alright, I've got it!," Morieda finally spoke up, announcing
that she'd thought up a successfully original passion.

"Congratulations," Zambridge cheered her on, clapping hands
together. "So far all you've been suggesting has just leeched off
our ideas. But I can tell this time your mind has struck gold by
your expression. Do tell us what it is."

"Why don't I just show you," Morieda sighed, calling forth the
necessary materials. Oh how her cunt was wet. Yes, there was no
denying it anymore. The following was her dream fantasy and since
she first found out about level 70 there was no going back, so
why not take things all the way? Allow this forbidden, lubricious
little secret of hers to be executed in real life while there
existed the opportunities for doing so.

It had always been the secret dream of Morieda, now obviously
unfolded to the whole public of the Pentagon, to castrate a
teenage boy. Most certainly the longing to do so had spawned from
many a year craving to prevent her son's perversions. Indicating
this was her desire, she did unto the given object what any good
ball-remover would do. The captive was seventeen years of age.
And for reasons she certainly couldn't link up to anything other
than sexual, Morieda had him masturbated to full erection by
Belsita.

With a simple band which was as sharp as fishing wire, she cut
off circulation and swiftly watched the twin globes drop. She
felt the swelling of her cunt abruptly recede by the most
delicious series of discharges caused from watching his sex life
vanish. The now feminine boy was brutally raped by all agents
present, at last sealed up in an iron maiden and left to that
medieval fate.

"Not bad," Zambridge congratulated her. "Agent Fieldsing, I
daresay now I can at least be somewhat sure of your potential."

---

Rikvus entered the lounge room, instantly attacked by the horror
of Shawman's plan having been completed. In truth, although he
remembered quite clearly having made the deal, he suspected a
cheat like Shawman wouldn't follow through with his end. Or at
the very least, suspected that Joriot would be wise enough to
stay indoors. But alas, two days later, Joriot had been snatched
ahold of in the front yard and given the lesson Rikvus had paid
to be taught him. And here he was now, curled up upon the couch,
shaken and dripping tears silently.

"What happened honey?," Rikvus dared establish himself with
innocence before Joriot, who recounted the story to him through
words scarred with horror. Apparently he had indeed been forced
to make that tight little anus of his accommodate the head of
that negro's prick. Not to mention, been beaten several times in
the stomach that he was still suffering minor reflux. Rikvus
enfolded his unofficial little brother in a hug and profusely
apologized.

"Why, it wasn't your fault," Joriot murmured whilst in the midst
of drying his eyes.

"No, it was," Rikvus told him frankly, swiping those remaining
tears away with his own finger. "I paid them to do it."

Fresh tears welled in Joriot's eyes, these ones which were
quickly wiped away by the bare tongue of Rikvus and he licked
about his little friend's crying features. "How could you do that
bro...," Joriot choked whilst trembling.

The whole while Rikvus gripped him firmly, warming him with his
everlasting presence in friendship. "It was before I truly got to
know you that I arranged the deal. Had I any idea they were still
going to go through with it I would have... look, since I started
chatting with you properly the other night, I just wanted to
forget all the misunderstandings we'd been through so far. I'm so
sorry I overlooked something which has clearly come back to bite
me on the ass. Or bite you on the ass. I'm so sorry for such
horrible negligence little bro. Joriot, you're officially my
little bro now. So let's just put all this behind us."

Joriot wheezed. "How can I ever fucking trust you again?"

"I don't ask you to. But rest assured I'll never do anything to
hurt you again, whether you trust me or not. Now let's take a
look at what damage you've received." He helped him lower his
shorts and examined Joriot's ass, which he thoroughly kissed
better and tongued utterly clean, swiping the little orifice of
all the negro semen which had been jetted into it. The whole pale
little structure was perfectly intact save for a substantial
widening. His little cock had a few teeth marks in it from where
a delinquent had attempted to viciously suck him. It stung only
slightly during urine dispensing trips, but would indeed heal in
very little time. Upon assuring several times that Joriot would
be fine, Rikvus resumed profuse apologies, holding firmly that
little boy's hand between his palms.

"Can you ever forgive me?," kissing his fingers while inquiring.

A little smirk came to the mildly bruised face of Joriot. "Well,
you have a LOT of making up to do big bro."

And indeed he did. That very night he attended to Joriot most
eagerly. He served him his meals in bed, jerked him off to
whatever porn movies he wanted, sucked his tiny cock upon being
demanded to. He even arranged a neat little show of devotion
himself, that being that he would fit Joriot into his slippers
for an entire weak. Or his sneakers, or whatever shoes the little
boy demanded. And prior to doing this, he'd lay passionate,
worshipping, licking kisses upon the seven year old feet of that
darling boy, showing a loyalty one would suspect impossible to
find in a selfish teenage male.

Giggling, the child would force his pretty toes into the
adolescent's mouth, such a naughty smirk on his boyish face.
"There, suck em big bro! Suck your little bro's toes! Bow before
the master! Hail him and inhale his feet!"

Observing this the whole while of course, Morieda was both
utterly concerned for her son's sexual health (but that was
nothing new) as well as possessing a hidden joy at seeing them
get along so well. She didn't truly want to express such approval
for such an unusual relationship, but plenty of times it made her
heart pleasantly grow angelic wings.

She knew by now they were certainly having sexual relations and
had grown to accept this as a certain result. It was only the
most logical outcome, having them together in the same residence
for so long, the two of them sex freaks and all. Not to mention
the lusting, feminine boy charms of Joriot. They were only
mouth-watering to her son. Her son who, upon walking into his
unofficial young brother's bedroom, would always demand those
pale cheeks be parted so into his tight little orifice he might
shed some fuck. In return he'd of course let Joriot borrow either
of his two holes for the same purpose. But frequently he'd prefer
the mouth, for it was always an honor to suck that little boy off
to a dry orgasm. After first having thoroughly licked his boy
body from the toes to the forehead.

Morieda, as she'd confirm again any day, was firmly prepared to
accept all things. It did of course frighten her beyond what we
can depict as one day Joriot brought home a cat and had Rikvus
bugger it. While Rikvus was fucking the animal, Joriot tormented
it with a butter knife, carving out its eyes and slashing at its
gums until its fangs fell out. Then during his discharge into the
creature, little Joriot firmly punched his older step-brother's
ass, hitting it hard with a boxing glove. This was indeed a sweet
little passion designed by the two of them that they both
enjoyed, yet not at all one which could be blessed with the term
`innocent.'

Of course any confrontation she made she could guess the outcome
immediately. A burst of fury from Rikvus and plentiful cheek from
Joriot. So she avoided such unpleasant situations, but was
equally drawn to the depths of unpleasant concern as passions of
this sort resumed under her own roof.

Finally, too much of such activities overloading her system, and
unable to find consolation with any of her fellow monsters in the
Pentagon, Morieda committed the worst error in her life by
deciding to go out to dine alone one evening.

At least the worst error so far...