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 Toygirls

   This is largely Consensual, with dissociated reference to Atrocities,
the worst abuses imaginable.  One possible exception to child sexualization
is between children, without adult sexuality to taint it.  Out of love, so
hopefully not triggering.  I'll try to avoid it;

   Sympatica {mmmffG NS}

   "Hey," Well there goes our private spot, Vanessa got up from my lap, and
got in front of me.

   "Told you they're lesbos."

   "Well, maybe they just ain't been with the right guys."

   "Cowardth." They turned around, and I looked over her shoulder.  To see
a little girl, standing with her legs wide, and her fists on her hips. 
Something, looked like a belt hanging in front of her skirt.  "3 guyth on 2
girlth," she rolled her eyes, "Ith all right, ladieth, I got thith."

   "Run along little, GUH!" I didn't see where she kicked him, looked like
above the balls, but he grunted, and fell, gagging and gasping.  Then, she
was gone in a twirled of pleated plaid.

   "Huh!" Janie backed up, her hands over her mouth, but then the belt
trilled, and another boy fell back, his leg kicking high over him.

   "UGH!" his head hit the ground, but somehow she got behind the third, I
heard the buckle clank, but she threw the loose end around his throat,
kicking the back of his knee, and Yanking it tight when he went down on it.
"KHCH!" His arm pulled up tight behind his back, he clawed at the belt, and
she was talking to him, whispering in hisses I couldn't hear before she let
go, and kicked his ass to fall over, gasping.

   He ran, and the first one was already up, staggering out still gasping,
and choking.

   "You know," she turned to us, "If you're going to pick a spot, make sure
there's another way out." She sighed, Picked up a ballcap, and adjusted the
strap.  She smiled, looked like she was missing all the teeth in the front,
but some were growing in.

   "How old are you!?" I uncovered my mouth.

   "Thigs." She shrugged, "Almosth theven." Nodded.

   "But," I finally came around Janie, "That was impossible!"

   "Yeah," she nodded, her new Spartan's cap covering her dark eyes, "You
girlth got any toith?"

   "Oh," Janie looked back, and I shook my head.

   "We don't play with toys anymore." We're 14?

   "No, thilly," she giggles, "Thegs toyth!"

   "You mean,"

   "Like, dildoth," she twirled her fingers, "Vibeth?"

   "No," I started, "We don't have any." Too young to buy them.

   "Huh!" she waved, "Cummon then," turning to walk out of the deadend, "I
gueth we'll have to uthe my mom'th."

   "You mean steal them?" She shook her head, "Ith not like a library, I
can't take them out, ith just.  That was intenth, so I need to get off
now."

   "You're 6!"

   "Almosth theven," she nodded, "But if you havent notithed, I'm not
Human, neither." It was surreal, like an action movie, they don't even move
like that in, like the Matrix?  "Whath your nameth?" She has trouble with
her S sounds.

   "I'm Janet," I started, "And I'm Vanessa."

   "Are you like, thisterth?"

   "Noho," she laughed, "That would be, like Incest!"

   She shrugged, nodded.

   "What are you?"

   "An Avenger."

   "For whom?"

   "The Greekth," she shrugged, "Women in general."

   "What's your name?"

   "Maureen."

   ;

   Aunti Christa {FfffG Tiys Saph Hyst.  Noincest.}

   "Hey mom,"

   "Who's your friends?" Holding eachother, arms crossed behind them at the
waist.

   "Justh some lesbianth I had to thave."

   "Boys;" she shrugged.

   "Tho, I need releeth."

   "Go on down," I wrapped up the Kirby, figure 8 over, and under the hooks
like a belaying pin, and rolled it back in the closet.

   "Mrs, Lowrey?" I nodded, looking back.  "Do you know, she's;"

   "What?" The other one answered.

   "A superhero?"

   I laughed, "Yes, it runs in the family.  It's a long story, like 500
years long."

   "Is this your," she couldn't say it, but her girlfriend could, "Dungeon?

   "It's ours," I patted my daughter's shoulder, rummaging around in the
toy bin.

   "Ah," she grinned, I handed her the lube, and she went back upstairs.

   "You, let her." I waited, she could finish that thought, either.  They
both just watched her skipping up the stairs.

   "Have a seat." I looked around, "Better yet, we better go upstairs."

   "You're a.  Dominatrix?"

   "We're Berserkers.  Our particular kind of rage is sexually primed, and
exorcized.  Which is why she Has to go upstairs, and vibe herself now.  If
she doesn't, she could keep escalating until they stop her."

   "Men?"

   I nodded, "Possibly the Military," They would have to kill her, "They
could call the National Guard."

   They nodded back, looked at eachother.  "Here we are," I opened the
study, "Get comfortable, now.  First, tell me what did she do?"

   "It happened so fast," they nodded, out of sync, "These three guys
cornered us.  And threatened us, then she came and saved us."

   "She didn't hurt them, too much?"

   "She knocked one out, and strangled another."

   "To death?"

   "No, just a minute.  To talk to him."

   "What did she say?"

   "I don't know, I couldn't hear."
"and: "Tell your friends"."

   "What?"

   "I didn't hear that part, either."

   "Huh!" well, I was hoping to get settled in before we have to move
again.

   "Um," she bit her lip, "What's with all the whips, and chains?" Her
girlfriend nodded.  Not twins, nor even sisters it turns out, but one talks
for the other, which is why she starts sentences.  So she knows what to
say. Almost psychic empathy, though.

   "That's like the toys, to help us deal with our demons." I had to ask,
"You're not sisters, or related, are you?"

   "Oh no," they rubbed eachother's hands.  Legs crossed, mirror image,
also rubbing their calves together.  "Just lovers," turning to come
together, kiss.  Eyes open, staring into eachother.

   "How long?" It takes, well generally a lifetime to get that in sync.

   "Well," they looked back, shrugged in unison, "Always."

   "We met in sunday school." Such a lovely couple, "I guess we're about 4,
or 5 when we got out of Creche." Don't really look that much alike, though
their young athletic bodies are almost interchangeable.

   "You weren't, Bruderhoffen?"

   "What?" look, she shrugs back.  "No, whatever that is, we're Episcopal.
Creche is like, baby sunday-school, or Kindergarten at church."

   "Then, we went to sunday school," Eye contact, "But I guess we fell in
love in Creche?" Expressions, "We just," a lot of it unspoken, "Didn't kiss
or anything." and impossible for anyone else to read.  "Kinda hard with the
nursemaid there all the time."

   "You know, In Leviticus when they say: It talks about men lying together
like women?"

   "Yes, I know the passage."

   "Well, that's when we realized.  It doesn't say anything about girls. 
Doing that?  Uh huh?

   "Homosexuality is ancient, there have been gays, lesbians, and even
transexuals before there were human beings.  There wasn't even really a
problem with it until the Crusades, when the Allahdin, and Christanes
started fighting over who's holier than thou."

   Transexuals?  "Yes, like a man in a woman's body, or vice' versa.  In
Greek, Janus made people with 4 arms, and four legs." Hold up hands, "Back
to back, but then Zeus got pissed, and split them apart.  Most were man and
woman, but there were double men, and double women as well.  That's the
myth of The Origin of Love." ~Hedwig.

   "Isn't Janus." didn't even have to look, "Roman?"

   "Yes, while everything Roman is basically Greek translated into Latin,
appropriately enough Janus grew out of the Origin of Love myth."

   "Isn't that.  Ironic?"

   "Doncha think?  But Janus' faces look to the past, and the future.  Like
a transexual, who is born female in the past, then grows male in the
future. The Goddess is the Creator, and God the Destroyer.  Or supposedly,
they're just stories, but inherently sexist because men wrote them."

   So anyway, "At first Trish was having trouble.  I still have trouble. 
Speaking out loud."

   "Which is why you finish her sentences."

   "Mhm?  And we grew together from that."

   "I guess we're always gay.  We knew we're gay, or not liking boys was
more than.  Childish cootie.  Stuff."

   "Her mom's bisexual.  Oh yeah!  It was really romantic at first.  But
then we got into her porn.  Or their's dad was into it at first.  And she's
into swinging."

   "But then.  He found out, she was having sex with other guys too.  So,
they got divorced.  We kind of ran a Parent Trap with my mom, and her dad
to get them together.  So, I guess we're step-sisters.  But he was okay
with us being, well lovers.  As long as.  We kept it quiet.  And there's no
boys involved."

   "And your mother?" Turning, "Your step mother."

   "Yeah, she.  She still doesn't know about it."

   "Denial?"

   "How do you mean?"

   "You two, don't hide your affection very well."

   "Oh, yeah.  Like, the whole rest of the town knows."

   "Well, we're new here."

   Nodding together, "So anyway.  We started playing with eachother. 
Together, it's funny, but we started playing together before we ever played
with ourselves.  Alone." Nodding to confirm.

   "It's easier," Nods, "You can see what you're doing and reach
everything."

   "Um, if you don't mind us asking." They both turn, "Are you gay too?"
Smiling.

   "Huh!  Okay, you know we're not, quite human?" Nods "Well, so I'll say
I'm human-sexual.  I've tried just about anything with people, but I don't
like Incest."

   "Oh," letting eachother go.  "We're not related."

   "But that's the fantasy?  Well, don't have children, adopt if you have
to, but in my experience fantasies like that tend to escalate out of
control until you do something truly evil."

   "Like what?" In unison.

   "Huh!  Well, I might as well be honest, I'm also a repressed child
molestor."

   "Like.  Sexually repressed?"

   "Mh, I repress myself, to avoid creating any more victims, but it's
almost a constant battle."

   "What about your daughter?"

   "She's fine, she knows if I ever did anything like that, to kill me."

   "Aren't you," they blink at eachother, "A berserker.  Too?"

   "Yes, but I'd let her.  Huh!  I can't, we can't commit suicide.  Only
Matricide." And she's faster.  Normal fighting is Male, based on Strength.
Desimokrates actually works better with Speed, a smaller more evasive body,
and hips instead of shoulders.

   "Well," they giggled at eachother, "She did say, you might." She
interrupted, "Let us use your toys?" They turned, still giggling, and
grinning.

   "Huh!" I looked up.  Couldn't hear, Marie upstairs, she hasn't come back
down here.

   "If you don't mind us saying." She nodded, nodded back, "You are a very
attractive woman."

   Jan/essa {Fff Teen Saph.  Corrupt.  Also, they write together as well.
Hopefully you'll get used to the double narrative/second person
biniscient.}

   She sighed, went downstairs, and returned with the bin of sex toys.  We
were already giggling, and fooling around by the time she came back up, but
we're thankful we didn't have to go down there.  Back to their Dungeon.  Oh
yeah, we weren't.  Ready for that, yet.

   "We better go up stairs," her daughter came down, looked much more
relaxed, less hyper.  And crazed!

   "Well, I can't seem to get away from, contributing to the delinquency of
minors, but as long as we're doing this, you might as well be supervised."

   "In here?" It was comfortable, but not a whole lot of room.  For all 3
of us.

   "I'm gonna go out and play." She's, probably safe.  I mean, if anything
be scared of anyone else.  That tries to fuck with her.

   "Good," she turned at the door, "Why don't we go upstairs?"

   That was more like it?  Big bed, bigger then a King Sized.  Oh yeah, I
bet!  And an en suite bath, with a huge corner bathtub.  The faucet and
knobs on the side, so you can get on either end of it.  And she could kneel
down on the side.

   And yeah, she totally had it renovated.  For sex partying.  Whatever,
not like we're sheltered.  From that kind of thing.  And a couch, and a
chair, in the bedroom with her.  Everything but the tub you could be tied
to.

   "You're really." Just looking around, "Really into Bondage, aren't you?"
Handcuff marks on the bedposts.  I mean, everything was put away, but
still. We could tell.  And we never, did any of that.  Before...

   "Huh!" she crossed her legs in the chair.  "It's not so much," Which is
a throne.  "Something we like." Yeah, I saw that immediately too.  "It's
something we Need." As soon as she sat down, we could tell it commands the
whole room.  "Sometimes, to control ourselves." She's a total domme.  Oh
yeah!

   And she speaks in plural.  Too, oh yeah.

   "Hmhin!" So many toys!  Yeah, so many it was tough to chose which ones.
Yeah, so we got them all out on the bed, and started getting naked.  Mrs
Lowrey just watched, from the chair.  She didn't even touch herself!  But
she had her legs crossed together.  Oh yeah, we know about that.

   SMOOCH!  "Well, we didn't really get a chance to make love.  Until we
moved in together.  Our beds were like doubles.  So, we pulled them off to
put them together in the middle.  To make one great big bed.  Yeah, it's
not this big, but; Well, we're littler then, remember?  Hmhm!  Oh yea, our
room was supposed to be a den.  Yeah, it's all the way on the other side of
the house.  It used to be a garage, but my dad renovated it.

   So anyway, before that we mostly just kissed and; Molested eachother? 
Yeah, I guess that's the word.  We didn't have anywhere private.  Not
really, for long enough.  Before some grownup came in and interrupted us.
Her dad.  He's really pervy about that sort of stuff.  Yeah, so we kept our
clothes on, but we could get in eachother's underwear.  Like this, if we
sat together, we could pull out our shirts if anyone came.  Hhihim!  Oh
yeah, anyone else.  But you know what we mean, like this?

   "Hmhm?"

   But in our room, we could get naked, and we have a bathroom to share
too.

   Well, we have to take turns.  Yeah, it's small.  But that's cool too! 
So, we got out the magazines.  We stole from her dad's collection.  Yeah,
and we just did what we could figure out.  From that, I mean you can't
really see.  Yeah, their hands cover it up, but we already figured a lot of
that out.  And their heads.  Oh yeah, their hair too when they go down on
eachother.  There's stories, but.  It's weird, how you read about something
like that?  Yeah, but then you try it, and it doesn't work?

   "Most of them are written by men." Even the lesbian ones?  "Especially
the pseudosaphic stuff.  Real lesbians can't seem to get published.  Even
malein submissions, the editors are men too."

   Hnhim!  What?  "Male in submission." Oh yeah, hehahim!

   Yeahso, that's when we could try going down.  We tried like, 69?  "I
prefer yin/yang." That's great!  Yeah, Hihin!

   You wanna come to bed?

   Yeah, there's plenty of room.

   Morion/ana {Fff Mole/Saph.  She's not gay, she asexual, but they are. 
It's complicated, but totally consensual}

   I don't know about this.  Suck it up, you're 500 years old.| 533 |All
right, it's about Time you got over your homophobia.  |Years, since the
Rape of Pori.|

   I'm Not Afraid!

   No, you cover fear with rage.  Remember?  And I feel what you feel, so
don't lie to me.

   "Hhuhuh!"

   Besides, aren't they so cute?  If you like that sort of thing.  I do,
and you'll love it.  "Huh, fine."

   "Well," they giggled, "Try not to sound too excited!"

   "Heheh," shake my head, Here, let me show you.  Like I said, you're not
Human, so this isn't literally homosexual.  Live a little!

   Well, they're naked, and, "SnhhHH!" Yeah, "All right."

   "What do we do?"

   "The first time, let's not complicate it further with toys all right?"

   "Well," they look at eachother.

   "We have all night, let me see if I can show you something.  Just lay
back, relax." Just do what I do.

   Feel up their thighs.  Like this?  Watch them, see how they're reacting?
Well, they're not giggling any more.  Okay, so it's annoying.  Suck it up,
buttercup.

   "SLP, SLIP" The sure do like feeling on eachother.  They haven't had
boobs very long, but that means we can take care of them downstairs.  It's
just like playing with yourself.  I don't do that either.  Yeah, and you're
not homophobic, right.

   "Ooh, yeah!" You might learn something.

   At least they got hair on them, girls these days shave too much.  Yeah,
I call it mammalian denial.  They think a child is tramatized by the sight
of nipples, too.  That's barbaric!  "HhHhH!" Back off on your hand, I'm
getting ahead on mine.  Just rub her pubes like this to get her warmed up,
and lube.  What?  Lick your fingers again.  Ew!  We're going to eat them
out anyway, might as well get used to it.  "H!" She grabs her hand, then
the other does too.  That's really kind of neat.  Yeah, and they don't talk
as much when they're getting sexy.  You're right, at least they stopped
giggling, and saying oh yeah.

   Shake our head.  "The clitorus isn't just a nub."

   "Hhuh!  HuhH!"

   "That's just the tip, it actually runs from here," our thumbs up, and
out one side, then back to trace out to the other.  "To here."

   "Mh, that feels good." Just keep rubbing in between too, and tracing the
Lambdae back and forth.  "Mnh, yeah!"

   They're starting to get wet.  Yeah, "SNH," that's Jane, and this: "SNH!"
is Vanessa.

   "Mh," they try it on each other.  "Yeah!"

   "Your hymen are gone, did you break them?"

   "Yeah, it.  Hurt, but then it felt good.  And they bled a little.  I did
her first.  Yeah, usually I want to do her first, but she likes to get off
first.  Mnh, yeah!"

   "Okay, pain is a part of sex, the trick is to overcompensate with more
pleasure.  I also like to build up slowly, so when it cums, it's intense
and satisfying.  While I like to violently get in the mood, then wash it
away with pleasure."

   "Wait." they blink, so we stop.  "What was that?" They look at
eachother.

   Go back to rubbing their thighs, back and forth...  "Well, I'm Morion.
How do you do?  I'm Christina, Morion is the first.  What's the word? 
Avatar, I believe.  Yes, incarnation of Nemesis, on Earth.  I know it now
means an archenemy, but originally I was the goddess of Divine Retribution.
The whip-arm of the Gods."

   "But this probably isn't all that sexy."

   "Oh, no!  yeah," she bit her lip, then she bit back.  Nodded
confirmation, then turned back, "It's actually really fascinating.  So,
Vengance is female?"

   "Hell hath no fury, though I'm not revenge for being scorned.  I was
born from Genocide."

   "Like the Nazis." She nodded.  I guess she's used to finishing other's
thoughts.  Nazis?  Here, Oh!  Mengele.  OH!  We invented it, they almost
perfected it.

   "Old world genocide, murder, rape, pillage,and burn to make room for
your people to grow."

   "Oh, like Israel." What?  "Zionists, against Palestine?"

   "Yes." Good analogy, actually.  "Same back yard."

   "Hh, I think.  I'm ready for 2 fingers." She wiggled, "Oh yeah, me too!"

   Slp, slp!  "Hmmm!  Yeah!"

   "Now, there's fuckin',"

   "INH!" Unison!

   "Then there's flapping," Hehah!  "And fingerwalking." HIHIHM!  Yahah!

   "OOh, I like that!" They opened their faces to eachother, beautiful in
mutual pleasure.  "Really?  I like the flapping better."

   "Okay!" shrug.

   "Nhm gnH!" Two hands, you can handle this?

   "Oh yeah!" Haha!

   "Hmn,,Nhm!" Nodding, then coming together, "HMNLALUOH!"

   Wow?  Hhaha, so you're starting to get into it.  Sure could use a dick
in there, or three.  Look around, take your pick.  You want to fuck me?"

   "NMH?  Hunh?"

   Slip out my fingers.  "Oh," turning back, "Yeah!" Shut eachother up, and
reach down to practice what they've learned.

   God damned buttons?  Who the fuck puts 4 buttons in a pair of breeches?
Levi Straus.  God Damned Abrahames!

   I like this one!  Ohh!  What?  It looks, alien.  But interesting?  Okay,
I fuck you first just to get you started.  Let me shake up the girls real
quick.

   "And then," take her hand, "There's fingerslapping." Push it down, like
this, and pull it up.  So, they're not fucking in and out, but pounding
their pubis, subsurface clitorus, and the fingers flap up and down inside
them.

   FAP/FAP\FaPdaF!

   "Uh hu nM Mn iH!"

   They pick it up,and keep shaking alternately.  Now, I call this a
Jittevibe, this little finger rotates like this on our clitterous whi,
hhmmmmmmnH!  "AUHHRAGH!"

   "UhihuhihyeheyaughunM!"

   Just dig it in, and twirl it around while I dive in for a couple hands
full of titty, and "SHhnmultwanhunghmla!" back and forth between their
mouthes.

   "AUOIEAHWMWahhhn!" Or, Idfk, 3 part harmony with a counterpoint, but if
I anchor the twist on speed dial/battery cover into the mattress, I can
keep both hands, and the mouth busy while the girls basically half Kraken
all over eachother's chest, and their thighs randomly struggle up and down
between mine, and yeah.

   All right.  "AUH, FUCK, I WAS WRONG, ALL RIGHT?  ARE YOU HAPPY?"

   "HhHhHhHmn?"

   Janusquid?  Yeah, think I'll call it that, falling and gasping into
cuddlefish.  3 sets of "Hihn heh hun!"s at random.

   ;

   masterPater {MF Slut Cons, FM Bond Rape, MF Cons.  3rd Person
Omniscient.}

   She came out, locked up, and followed the girls down.  Porchlight on,
and god-damn, that's a whole lotta woman.  Curves, I don't mean fat girl
"Curvy," but toes sculpted out in those open pumps up delightful ankles,
tight shapely calves, a stretch on skirt, hips to spare, datass, turning
back from the door, but coming down the steps with the rack sweeping the
yard, head turning this way and that to look up and down the street,
leaning over the passenger side, and {The inverted Omega of} her top low
enough to see a good half foot of cleavage.

   "Hey, I heard so much about the family," she shrugs, "And I don't have
plans, so I thought I'd invite myself over for dinner tonight."

   "You are." Too?

   "A slut," she shrugs, "I find staying single simplifies it."

   "I'm Ron, by the way." Aaron, double Alpha.

   "Xryste'." Pronounced, Christie.  She had to open the door to see her
hair was brown, and not black, but in corkscrew curls around her forehead.
KNK, "They mentioned you're a swinger." And plaited into a tail down her
back.

   "Well, I didn't have anything planned," like a Munch, "But I can arrange
cocktails." She shook her braid, "I don't drink.  Wine," ~B.  Legosi, "But
not much, nor socially." She looked me right in the eyes, and nodded.

   I turned, "Dom," took off.  Shrugged.

   "Nice van."

   "Yeah?" most girls think it's tacky, but you know.  Pickin' up the
girls.

   "Oh yeah," rubbing the armrest, "Roomy.  You wanna, just drop the girls
off, when we get there?"

   "Oh yeah."

   "Switch, actually."

   "What?"

   "That's like bisexual, but I top, and bottom." then to herself, "Thatch,
actually."

   "Well, I'm not like, a BDSMer, but I've topped."

   "Yeah!" she laughs, "I bet you did!"

   "Girls, you mind walkin the rest of the way?"

   Well, "No," we'd rather have stayed.  "That's all right."

   "Covert incest."

   "What?"

   "That's how we got this way."

   "Who?"

   "The girls and I," she shrugs, "Guess, there's many more."

   "What're you talking about?"

   "Well, it's like sexual harrasment, but with the parent, or father
figure," she held out her hand, "It tends to reinforce a histrionic, and
promiscuous mindset."

   "You sound like a shrink." So that's it.

   "I just know," or have known, "a lot of people." Experience, a
psychology degree will tell you what they call it.  These days.

   "So you're saying I sexually harassed my daughters, and that makes them
sluts?"

   "Well, I'd say that your leering, sexual innuendos, promiscuity, and
permissiveness turned your daughter away from men, and if it wasn't for you
treating everything female like a free slice afuckin pizza, she'd probably
be bisexual."

   "Now wait justafuckinminit," Drop it in park, curbside, "I don't
appreciate bein talked to likeat in my own van;"

   "Betchacan't top me." ;)

   "What?"

   "You said you can top, I bet you," she pointed, "Can't top me in bed."

   "You're on."

   "And like you said, it is your van.  Those seats fold down?"

   "Yeah," No wait, "They come out."

   "Perfect."

   "I know just the spot."

   .

   ,

   Torturegirls

   Creeper {Ffffg/M Kidn Gang Rape.  I don't think any further trigger
warning would be adequate.}

   That's what they call him, "The Creeper." Well, yeah, he hangs around
the Middle School, not on the property, of course, but the closest
hangouts, the McDs, convenience stores, a game shop, arcade next door, and
so forth.  Got a thing for the girls, leers, smiles at them, follows them,
and makes crude comments.  Creepy!

   "Nice jacket, for a hooker.  How much for a blowjob?" Real sweet thing
to say to a 12 year old, "Little tease." Coward, too.  Probably doesn't
want witnesses, so he tends to wait till they're alone.  And walks right
past them.  Overtakes on the sidewalk, with a leer over the shoulder, a
dropped comment.  Then stops, blocking her, and getting upset.  Escalating
to the point of her running, crying, then a couple more looks around before
jogging off, around the corner.  She circles back, and gets back in.

   "Go," the #2 bait-girl runs track, Relay, and a Miler.  He's not in
great shape.  Smoker, drinker, bit of a gut, though not as fat as he could
be.  Followup with the camera, but he cuts through.  To the Starbucks,
nice, gotta go to the bathroom.  "Close enough to get mike on him?"

   She leans up against the door.

   BP!  "Yeah, the little slut.  Fuckin tease, got somethin' for your cute
little ass.  Huh, hUH!" Can't hear the fapping, but it's a wrist mike, in
the crack of a bathroom door.  Had to turn it up too.

   "Yeah, fish him out."

   She backs to the front door, cuts her microphone until he comes back
out. "Hey!" almost bumps into him.  "Watch where you're going!" CLC, cuts
the mic.

   "Go," automatic side doors, nice minivan, don't know who's it is.  One
of the girl's parents, all the way on the other side, spooks him right out
the door.  She's right behind him.  Coast off, and come around on the
building.

   "SWUIT!" Mic 2.  "Nice jeans!" For a creeper.

   "Get ready, girls," #3, and 4.  "How't it go?"

   "Not bad." she shrugs, wraps the mic, and drops it in the center
console. Zips out the hoody, and puts on a ballcap.  "That's my girl." #1.

   Get ahead of him, "Go, go." They run back, put it in reverse, hold down
the brake.

   "Hey mister," #2.  "Look pretty good in them tight jeans." Outta range,
I'm guessing a 'huh?'

   They got him.  No mikes, take my foot off the gas, and coast back, down
the hill, in reverse.  Don't even rev, it goes a little above Idyl.  She
opens the back gate."What the fuck Do You THINK YOU"RE DOimnhH!" Tapes him,
3, and 4 help her drag him in, back seats taken out.  2 puts down the lift
gate, and jogs around to the open passenger side door, already rolling
shut. RroolkhX!

   Drop it in drive, okay overreved a bit too much up hill, full toad, and
maybe leave some rubber behind.  Fuck, tire tracks, "No Witnesses?"

   "Didn't see one." 2 "Nope, me either," 3, 4, "We're good." 1.

   Make the corner, "Fuck." Light traffic.  Red light, backed up a block
up, headding back to McDonalds.  Pull over, park, cut the lights.

   "MWRHHHH!"

   "Shhhhh," she shakes her head.  Grins down.  "It won't do any good, we
have you now."

   "Mrh hlh wrah?"

   "Well, we're going to tease you, and torture you, and if you're good,
Then we will Kill you!"

   "Whr?"

   "And rape you, we're all going to rape you.  Right girls!?"

   "Nwr?" He struggles, "Whr?"

   "Yeah!" "Oh yeah!"

   "WHRRR!"

   < signal.

   "WHHHRRR!"

   Hitt the headlites.  Traffic clears on the way back out, coast through
the turn, head Back to School

   "You see," eyes steady on the road, "I figure if you hate young girls so
much, we might as well give you a reason.  This your first time?  No,
probably not." Not even a stop-sign between here, and there.  "I'm guessing
you were humiliated, teased, was it one girl?  Is this your first
gangbang?" Giggles all around.  Glance back, down at the monitor, back up
to the road.  Got a skirt over his head, probably why he's so talkative. 
No idea where we're going, kind of distracted.

   "Oh, yeah."

   "Dirty fucking mouth."

   "Shut your dirty mouth, you fucking pig."

   "Watcher goddamned language, Jesus!" Don't even signal, rosary dangling
from the rearview swins through the turn, and out of it.  How far was that?
Was he paying attention.

   "He gettin' hard yet?"

   "Not yet."

   "He will."

   CHT CHT!  Couple dabs of tape for his eyes.

   "NRH!  SHRB!" Struggling.

   #3, the one on the right is left handed.  Got her hand gripping his
elbow, just like #4.  No special skills, just practice, double doors to
lead him through swing out.  #2 handles that.  5 just goes around, the
desk, and I pull another door behind me.  The swing on hinges, a metallic
friction whine I can't spell, don't slam them shut, but I got the monitor
unhooked from the Micro USB cable, and switched to the built in lens,
opposite the screen.

   KHG!  She hands over the staple gun.  KHG!  He jerks, jumping at the
sudden jolts of steel snapping down over the zip-ties around his wrists,
into the hardwood surface of the school table.  Dumpster clearence, they
just got a whole bunch of them, guess where he went to Middle School?

   Somebody's garage, with a minivan out front.  I didn't really do to bad,
having never driven one before, but I left evidence behind.  Stupid,
Christina.

   "MPH!"

   Spanking now, "Nice tight jeans,"

   "Oh, yeah!"

   "You getting hard yet?"

   "What's wrong, perv?  You just a tease?  You can't get it up for a bunch
of teenage girls?"

   "We're probably too old for him."

   "Oh, yeah!" Actually a pretty good idea.  She's not real creative with
her lines, but the repetition is annoying.  You want to start low,
especially early, and that's gonna drive him nuts in a few more minutes. 
Insults, Annoyance, Discomfort, Humiliation, Pain, Discipline, Shame; No,
we're not going to kill him, we might see if he's got the balls to kill
himself.

   "Hwh hwh hwh!" Panting, through his nose, they stopped even touching
him, covered their giggles.  Point to #2, she checks again.

   "Oh, yeah, he can get it up.  Nice dick you got there, mister.  You
think he'll start flashing next?"

   "I don't know, he doesn't seem to like that much exposure.  Did he turn
the light off in the restroom?"

   "Uh uh."

   The youngest.  "Am I too young?" Rubbing up against his buttocks,
pushing him up, against the desk, then rubbing her body against his back,
and legs.

   "Mh," back up front.  "Nice tight jeans."

   "Oh, yeah!, he's getting hard!"

   "Mhm NRHHHM!" Snaps out of it, starts fighting again, din't look like
she pressed up against him that hard.

   "Hhmh!  I like his belly."

   Already at the side, come around to her hands, inside his arms, rubbing
around, then the shirt coming up, another giggle, "Hihih!  It's hairy!"
Down at the bulge up his zipper, pressed into the brass bound edge, with
the nickel/chrome plating flaking off, and then down the tye wraps to the
pipe-Ts on the ends.  Thinking about kidnapping someone, with 3 or more
teenaged girls?  Practice, practice, practice.  Really helps if some of
them are at least bisexual.

   "So," my girl bends over the table, so I move back around.  But she
already go her blouse down.  "Do you like girls, or do you hate us?"
Turning back and forth to boob her bra over the backs of his hands through
it.  Can't really see it, so up to his face.

   "Hmh!"

   "Oh yeah!"

   "I don't know, it looks pretty hard."

   "Ngh!" Little hands feel down, to the edge of the table.  She looks, so
I mime the reach under.

   "Let me feel it!"

   "NHW!" He blinks.  She feels the drawer, so I nod.  "UGH!" Probably
didn't hit his balls, but it pulls his butt back.  Bends him over again.

   "Bad boy!"

   Point, "Oh yeah!" Down for her to swat the other side.

   "Nice tight jeans.  You really fill them out, when you can get it up,
mister."

   "He likes it dirty."

   "Oh, yeah," she grins, "I like it dirty too."

   "You like dirty girls, mister?"

   "I thought he hated us?"

   "Which is it, are we sluts, or teases?  Of course, that's how you figure
out, isn't it?  If she's not attracted to your creepy ass, she must be a
tease, amiright?"

   Point out my eyes, 3, and 4 reach up the bandages.  "But not lesbians?"

   "Why would a dyke be attracted to you?" They move together.

   "MnawhhhlLhwanM!"

   Okay, don't overact it too much, ladies, but seriously, stop sexually
harassing lesbos, guys.  You wanna watch?  Okay, bring a strapon.  Which
reminds me wave my girl over, and point out the bins.

   "Umh,huH!" Slap)(slaP!

   He straightens up.

   "Nhihimh!" She claps.  "Slapap!" behind him.

   "Oh yeah, nice tight jeans.  He's real hard now."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "Yeah!"

   I'm trying not to laugh too loud, or shake the monitor too much, so I
stiffle it to a giggle.  He's shaking his head now, I better go around and
check his face.

   "Toy time!" My girl brings them around, drops the bin right in front of
his knuckles, and face.

   "Wh, nrhH!"

   "Goody!" jumping around, she reaches up, and fixes the bunnyrabbit mask
over her face.  Fluffy fucking ears, let's get this nightmare started!

   I got a hand free to get a slap, goose and slap in.  Oh yeah, nice tight
jeans.

   The girls in matching catsuits, bras, panties, and nylon stalking masks
select the bandage scissors, keep passing it back and forth.

   I hold the back of his head.

   'tease.'

   Lean back before I let him go, and step back in my sneakers.  He can't
twist or turn back enough to see me.

   Then there's the Stewart microtartan schoolgirl dress, shiny floppy bow
tie, matching blue bandana up under a gold Domino mask from the party
store, and blond cork-screw pigtails.

   "Here you go," hands the little girl the pink vibrator, tiny ridges back
from the slightly pointed tip to the screw cap she twists to light it up.
"Hmmmmmmmmm!!!"

   She giggles, basic My First Vibe starter toy, then skips back behind
him, still humming and giggling.  Of all the girls, she probably gotten it
the worst, and is easily the most sadistic of the bunch.  My girl's more
into the Bondage, and Discipline, and the 2 lesbos, are pretty much just
teases.  Oh yeah, Humiliation, Bondage, and Discipline.

   KRKT!  she hands them over to her girlfriend.  Left-to-right handed,
THRK!

   There go the bra straps, right up the middle.

   Come around to try to get an upward angle, under his legs that more than
suggests the humming vibrator is directly under, and between his balls.

   "Mhmhmhm!" I hope he's got his eyes closed, hold the monitor sideways,
and switch cameras for the reacharound of his face.  Yup, and he's weeping!
Keep my face out of the frame, side angle, bring it back and switch it with
a shake, held flat.

   Pause it.  "All right, girls.  Time to move it up to the next scene."

   They drop their toys back in the bin, and the vibrator is turned off, to
bring it around.

   "Wh?"

   "Tape his eyes again, Gemines."

   They nod, KRK, pass it over, KRC!

   "NW'HP!" he's learning the language.  Tape, it's a pretty easy one to
pick up, I believe that was "No, wait!" I'm pretty fluent in the
Gag-languages.

   He struggles, tries to shake his head, but it's pretty easy to control,
and tape down the eyelids with 4 hands, used to working together.  Switched
sides, to facilitate this.

   They help him up, he struggles, but there's 4 girls, they don't even
need my help, I just roll the stationary drawer up under his toes once he's
in position.

   The little one comes around, so I get a good 3/4 view of the action. 
She puts her elbows up, on tippytoes to reach his fly.  "Awe, I think we
scared it." She giggles, and zips it down.  Pulls out the pouch, once
tighty witeys, and presses around in the denim to get everything out.  In
the pouch, she pinches it at the bottom to pull the rest of the scrotum. 
"There, that better?"

   "Nwh?" He shakes his head.  At least he's starting to play along.  He
knows there's no escape at this point, he's given up on that, and it isn't
all bad, is it?

   "Help me up," I snap my fingers, twice, and the couple get their arms
under her's.  "Thanks, your lucky I like older men." Aren't any her age,
"Especially fat stinky guys like you.  I don't know why, but I like it
dirty.  From dirty old men." She lies, we both know damned well why she
likes to torture them.

   Some wardrobe changes.  "Nice tight jeans," she sits down, rubs her ass
on his hands.  "Nh!  Dirty fucking hands." Sphynx position, between his
knees.  Pipsqueek voice.

   "Oh yeah, that's hot!" My girl mimes pulling the eyepatches, he's gonna
run out of eyebrows, and lashes tonight.

   "AH!" That's why you fold over one end, so you can pinch them, without
touching him.  Well, if you have nails.

   "I'll say," Slap, then her girlfriend gets the other cheek, "Fatass."

   "UGH!" Surprise, but anticipates the "AWH!"

   "Hh!" She's rubbing faster, "HuhH!" Acting it up.

   "You hard again yet?"

   My girl leans over, checks.  Does that impressed pout, and grins.  "You
like spanking?"

   SPAPAPS!  "Uh!"

   "You like that?"

   "Uhuh?" To himself.

   "Did mommy spank you?  You have any sisters to watch?  You crying, like
a baby?  Call you crybaby when she spanks you?" Of course, but he shakes
his head.

   "That why you hate girls, they told you what a worthless loser you are?"

   "Your sisters spank you too?"

   "Ooh," the pair came around, "Sisters!"

   "Oh yeah, that's so hot!" She really plays ditsy well, though.  Blondie,
What's this game called again?  She's deviously clever, but hides it well.

   "Ow!" they turn around, "Ooh!" Giggling.

   "Fucking teases."

   "Well," they laugh, looking at eachother, "Can't fucking tease without
some fucking toys."

   Turn the camera down, show the nice cum-catcher of cleavage hanging out
over the long floppy dong strapped on, with my jacket, and skirt taken off.
Back up to the action.

   "Here," hands her the pistol grip.  "Thanks, here." The Jitte-vibrator.
Looks kind of like the Japanese Jitte baton, or a vibe with a little side
branch to stimulate the clit.  Image search, in coral colored translucent
silicone..

   They get the scissors, push the blunted tip easily through the lycra, on
the hips to cut through, and hook under the sides of the panties.  Cut
them, them pass them back, turn around to get the other side, pass it back,
juggling sex toys the whole time.

   The little girl rummages out the starter vibe, closes the toybox lids,
and goes back to the folding chair.  Up against the wall, she sits in it,
drapes her knees off the corners, unzips her jeans, and fires it up to
stuff into her fly over the pink cotton panties.  Or the patch that shows
through, right in front of him.

   HMMMMMM!!!  She squirms, and giggles.  Playfully kicking her pink canvas
shoes.

   Enjoying the show?  Good, because I think this is a good time to point
out the other bin, for my girl to get out, while he's distracted.

   She sets it down on the other bin, flips back the interlapping flaps,
and drops one right across the backs of his fingers.  The other one flops
down.

   "Oh goody!" She jumps up, "The whips!" Adjusting the bunny mask, the
vibe worms it's way out of her tight jeans, and falls to dance on the
concrete floor.  "Oops!" Just like rehearsal, she picks it up, shrugs, and
turns it off.  "Scoozme, girls."

   The couple breaks it up, and get off their knees between them long
enough to turn, and look over her shoulder while she pulls wrapped stocks,
and the like around, back and forth to dig down deeper.

   "Hand me the riding crop." She grins, then her girlfriend is all, "I'll
take the leather paddle."

   They go back to the mat, get down again, and pick up their toys.  Start
fuck/fighting, laughing, gasping, and so forth.  Very very sadomasochistic,
light sadomastochistic, but really Really like it.  Can get up to serious
shit, but they take Hours!  Another reason to bring at least 2 bisexual
girls, they have Endurance.  They're practically ignoring him, but they're
both also very Very exhibitionistic.

   "AUH!" Slaps her tit back, "OW!" they laugh together.

   WHWhwhWKT!  He jumps.  She takes a couple more practices swings, WHKT,
WHKT!  Bringing it around her head, twice for two more cracks, not easy to
do, especially at her age.  What can I say, she's gifted?  Just beating the
air, loosening it up, getting the rhythm.  She doesn't follow through, lets
it fall with a relatively quieter slap against the floor, and plays it down
her shoulder.  "You like spanking?" You can't see the grin through the
bunny mask's, and it muffles her little pipsqueek voice.  "Hhihihihihihn!"
Oh yeah, her creepiest giggle.

   Pause it.  "All right, girls, grab the ropes."

   My girl comes around front, "We know you can't hold still for the
whipping, so we're going to take a break to get you ready." She explains.
Not to mention anticipate it.

   Behind her, the bunny is twisting the whip to tighten it.  Creaking,
pulling it back to her upper arm with the stock pulled down to the inside,
and places the resulting coil on the folding chair.  "Just take a minute."

   "Here," the dykettes pull his toes out to the side of the drawer, and I
hand one (Hard to tell, they're not twins, but they've got a major Twincest
fantasy going) the Ryobi cordless drill.

   "Hold still," WHrrrrrrrrrrrrrn!  "And it won't hurt a bit." With the
spinning blade, right by his toes, and ankle, she hands it to her
girlfriend to hold his heel, and drill through the bottom of the drawer on
the other side.  Old school desk, no particle board, they don't make them
like they used to.  Looping the middle of the rope under the drawer, the
taped, and heat shrunk electrical tape aglets make it easy for them to
thread through Then bend over, in cut open lycra, over hanging tatters of
underwear with precise cuts to allow access to their crotches.  I pick up
the monitor to get all this.

   Around the front, #s 2, and 4 are pulling bungees behind his knees to
stretch them out to the corners, and hook under the old chrome plated brass
band running around the slightly rounded corners.  He's looking around,
fearfully, panting, and protesting wordlessly.  A lot of "Whr?"s, and
"Nwr"s in there.  Shaking his head, trying to blink the nitemare away,
anticipating the beating yet to come.

   "AHW!" The other one gives him a WKT!

   "Now girls, it's not fair to get started early." Just like rehearsal.

   The little one heads back for the stockwhip, and plays it out, backing
to a corner.

   My girl bent over to rummage, "Hmm," around for the right one, "Uhm,
let's see we've got a crop, a lash, and a paddler, so how bout a cat?" She
holds up her favorite, of course.  I brought out the full collection, they
all know their weapons of choice, all part of the show, folks.  You ever
done Friendship bracelets, and Keychains in middleschool?  Well, any decent
leather shop is going to have square-cut bootlaces in incredible lengths,
one side fairly smooth brown, opposite tan swede with pale yellow sides to
plait into a 6 tail overunder tube lattice around a 4 lead square core. 
With some splitter knots here and there, and a nice big basketweave around
a 1 1/2" stainless steel ball bearing.  So, of course the one she made
herself, spinning out the 10 tails from the longish fairly flexible stock.
Her God Tree, {Naruto} Obviously she picks the one she made for herself.  I
don't know, I don't watch the cartoon, she thinks it's clever.

   I pick up a 4x6 chunk of lumber, slip it between his heels, and under
his package to but against the backs of his forearms.

   "Hw, wh?" Wiggle it in place, and go back to pick up the monitor. 
Actually, he would be just able to bend over, twist, and look around his
arm, in that position to look at me behind him.

   "Ready, girls?" They all look back, and I start recording again,
"Begin."

   Whktkwkt!  WwhKS!  The little whip mistress crosses over, and the other
three get their licks in again.  Turning on her heel, she looks over her
shoulder, and waves up the body layed out behind her and wraps it around
the upper side to lash diagonally over his hip, and buttocks.  She needs to
work on her backhand, but this is how you work up Muscle memory.  Already
on some rather advanced striking.

   WhKtKtwhKt!

   He falls down, curled up sobbing, so the bunny girl stopped, "He moved!"
Like he's not supposed to do that.  "Uh, fix it!"

   I've already got the wire, 45 pound twist ready with a loop to slip up
over the piece of lumber, and between his forearms.  Have to feel it up,
and over the pouch, and pull it tight with my fingers pinching the ring on
the end.  Play it up over his back, and let out some slack to loop under
his face, and pull it back, around his neck.  "Up," pull it tight "Upupup!"
Not only does it strangle, but it also pulls the noose tighter through the
cold ring under his cotton pouched scrotum.  "There," she walks back to the
other corner, turns on her heel, and tries the backhand again.

   WktkKkit!

   "AH!" Right down the opposite thigh, diagonally, blind.  On the
backhand, almost striking the opposite wall of the 2 car garage, she twists
it to roll out the loop, and pulls it back, walking across too the other
corner.

   She turns...

   He tries to hunch over, reflexively choking himself, and strangling his
package, but he can't help it, or dropping down on the treated pine
underneath.

   "All right girls, time for the weights."

   "OhHH!"

   "Can't we whip him some more?"

   WhwhHKT!  "What?  I was behind a stroke!"

   "Now put them up girls, and get his arms up, he still doesn't have the
hang of this position."

   My girl drops her hyrda back in the bin, and goes back to explaining. 
"Uvaria Vindicta, the grapes of wrath."

   "Ahem."

   "Sorry, Wroth." The girls pull up the pipe tees, and I hand over a long
flat screwdriver.  To work under the staple, and pry it up, she hands it
over to her girlfriend, and they pull his arms up, to bend back, and hold
them over his shoulders.

   "Hhmhmhm!" Sobbing now.

   She rips off the tape.

   "Stop, please stop, I'll do anything.  Anything you want."

   She frowns, "We're not going to stop, until you do Everything."

   "Uh uh uh!"

   The girls finish looping the wire through the pipe tees together, so I
can pull it down, his pouch back with it, and crimp the end to the middle
with the special pliars.

   "But you can start by SCREAMing!" She just slaps him,

   "AUgh!  Whahuy!"

   "Good question, "WHY!"

   "Ahuh!"

   "Do you TREAT!"

   "Nauh!"

   "GIRLs likeat?"

   "I don't know!"

   "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She stomps off, and leaves him just
sobbing, but she comes back with a small box.  Sets it on the tabletop,
without his hands in the way, she just opens it up, and holds up, "These
are one pound weights, and there's 8 of them.  8 pounds is not a lot," she
shakes her head, "But with your triceps in that position, they're going to
get heavier, and heavier as we continue to whip you."

   "Whaey!?"

   "Because you treat us like shit, all the girls our age, and you've been
doing it for years.  It's about time you payed the price for all those
micro-agressions.  What do you even get out of it, anyway.  Does it make
you feel better, like less of a loser?"

   "Nauohohoh!" Just sobbing uncontrollably.

   "Trixy?"

   "Uhuh?"

   "Whip the shit out of him."

   CLP!  That one, to drop down the loop from the pipe tees down to the
crimp.  Eventually, he'll have to pull against it, but she's already got
the tapered leather body in the air, and cuts him across the tricep.

   "AUGH!"

   CLP!  She drops it, and the other girls come around, to pick up a couple
weights.

   WHKS!  The backhand comes around, and scores diagonally across his ribs,
then falls bahind her, stock held up as high as she can so it keeps
swinging around the other shoulder.

   CLP!

   WKSH!  He can't move, more than an inch or 2, and either end is painful,
but each lash cases him to spasm, and jerk between them.

   CLP!

   WhwHKT!  The back of his shirt rips open, almost from his hip to his
shoulder, and the tight cable snaps like a harp string.

   "AUHHHH!"

   CLP!

   "NauAHHHH!"

   WHKSH!  Another one across the insides of his thighs.

   CLP!

   "Uh, she holds it out, "my arm's gettin' kinda tired."

   WHKSH!

   "AUGhuh uh uh uh!"

   CLP!

   "It's okay, sweetheart, you can take a break now." I felt so proud of
her.

   "Okay." I hook the crimps under, and snip the cable so it releases.  But
by then, he's far to weak to just lift the 7 pound weights, and pull them
over his head, or bend over, and let them swing down off the desk, without
crushing his package into the board.

   "Last one." CLP!

   "HuhH!" He shivers, tries to breath, strike that perfect balance, but
tottering in place.

   "Now," I lift the wight so he can relax, "Cut his pants off so we can
rape him."

   Help him get his arms over, "Duck your head," loop it over, and around
his shoulder.  "Here, put your arms down, and just relax."

   "Uh uh uh uh!" Let it hang off, "Hold them back, if this drops, it will
break your arms at the elbows."

   "huhuhuhuh!" He's shuddering real good now.

   "Grab the lube, don't worry, you'll like this part.  We're almost done,"
slap his now bare ass, with his jeans, and underwear cut down to a biblike
flap.  "Faggot."

   "NOh!"

   He shakes his head, eyes squeezing out tears.  And sweat, the pain smell
filling even the large room.

   "Why do you think you hate girls so much, you fucking fairy?  This is
what you want, this is what you always wanted.  To be topped, assfucked
like a bitch in heat, but by a man.  That's why all this is so frightening,
because we're girls.  Why you focus on the little titless ones, because
little boys don't have tits, why the spanking turns you on so much."
Greasing him up with my lube soaked hand and fingers.  "Now, stop whining,
and take it like a man you big crybaby." And my strapon, hold it with my
dry hand on the small of his back, and aim for a nice, long, slow, deep
penetration.  Swirling it around before I even start to put any pressure
behind it.  "You might as well enjoy it, but it's going to hurt a little to
start.  It always hurt the first time.  Virgin."

   "Uh uh uh!"

   "Grab your toys, girls, and line up.  Just let me break him in for you
real quick."

   "Ooh, can I go next!" Gleeful pipsqueek voice.

   "Of course you can," I start to relax.  "Hhhh!" Shiver, bottoming out to
press the wool against his quivering cheeks.  "HHH!" Shake my head, but
I've never worked my way up to such a powerful release, I have to reach up
from his hips to prop my arms on his shoulders.  "UhHHHH!"

   Just lock your knees, hold on, don't faint, I Don't Faint!  But gods
it's so intense!  Fuck orgasm, damn you for unlocking something in me
before I became sexual.  You know what that does to a girl?  It makes the
worst kind of sadist, an Asexual sadist.  Once we taste this, nothing
sexual can even start to pale in comparison.  I know, because I made my
own.

   "UH!" He just panted, breathed.  I had so many sweet nothings planned,
to whisper in his ear, but it's just to much.  I pull out to stagger over
to the folding chair, try not to fall, have to put my arm up on the wall,
and turn around, but she's already behind him, giggling, and screwing the
pink hummer into him.  My whole arms are shaking.  "Hhuhuh!" Finally, I go
away.

   .

   .

   .

   "Christie?"

   I guess he finally looked up, to recognize me.  I blinked, shook my
head, and the gooseflesh washed away down my shoulders and arms.  "SLP?" I
drooled.

   "Aunti Christi!"

   My niece, her bunny mask off to show her jackolantern grin.  I reach
out, to the toy bin, and pull the plastic Kap out.  As long as I'm playing
Morion, I might as well put the damned thing on.

   "Come here," I waved my girl over, and patted my lap, to molest her
right in front of him.  Held that filthy fucking thing between my thighs,
but she sat down, and kissed me.  Not my daughter, just some sick girl
that's into it.  But I made her Mine again.  Besides, she's the only one
that hadn't gotten off yet.

   I looked over her heaving breasts, still tickling her under her skirt,
through her panties.  "Long time no see, Bobby."
   ;)