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August Moone With 'Hey Dude' Parody Theme
by Bootscooter (simplerecipes@msn.com)
***
August Moone, a serious pervert if ever there was one,
and couple with a nifty little governmental device--he
ensures perversion to the highest (or is that lowest)
degree. The story opens with August enjoying his first
victim, then segues into the cast and characters of the
Nickelodeon program "Hey Dude". Lots of fun and frolic
here... several chapters involved...
***
Chapter One
Before..
The blazing noonday sun seared the desert and all who
dwelled within it. It was not a fitting place for man or
beast. Nothing stirred, nothing moved.'cept way down in a
small corner of the desert nestled just beyond a rocky
ridge and the gentle sloping of the land. Here there was
some activity. A lone vehicle in the backdrop. There was
a lone pole, a post of some kind left over from some time
when miners thought they would find gold or silver in the
nearby ridge.
Tied to the pole was a girl, a young teen girl. (Fully
clothed) Pressing up against her was a man, our Main
Character.
The sun was hot and both creatures were heavy with sweat.
The poor hapless girl secured to the pole was in great
distress; she had long blond hair in wide pigtails, semi-
tight jeans, and loose fitting checkered shirt. A light
tan to her exposed face and arms, she was a sweet thing,
pretty and not yet a licensed driver.
Her Tormentor pressed against her, staring into her eyes
of bright blue. He was at least clean-shaven and didn't
reek in B.O. or booze. But still, he had kidnapped her
regardless of his cleanliness. She was tied well to the
pole, and a gag in her mouth. So far he hadn't done
anything crazier than that.
Not yet.
His hands came up about her body, squeezing her young
tender breasts. In his vehicle he had semi roughly
fondled her butt and crotch, but nothing more. She knew
what he was going to do to her, and probably worse. She
feared it greatly and tried desperately to keep a sound
mind.
Her Tormentor gave her some water; she choked and
sputtered, as her mouth was not open enough to get a good
drink. To her face he mopped it with a wet rag. She
couldn't rightly remember how it was she came to be his
victim, her last memories were foggy. Her most clear and
recent memory was waking up inside the Tormentor's ride,
which was she could see now some sort of van thing, but
with better style from an era she knew nothing of. "I
want you to do something for me, sweetie." he said to her
in a low voice, somewhat whispering into her ear, licking
his lips, flaring his nostrils. A hand he brought up to
squeeze her breasts, then down her sides. Mandy tightened
up her young teen body, shaking and trembling, unable to
bring up the rage and hatred she should have.
"I want you to pee." he said simply.
'What?' she didn't understand. Had she misunderstood?
"Pee, sweetie, pee for me. Piss in your pants." then,
"NOW!"
Mandy was frightened, truly frightened. This was going a
bit beyond a simple kidnapping for sexual pleasure. Way
beyond. She lightly was aware that she was out in the
desert somewhere...she was literally at this bastard's
desires.
The Tormentor repeated his words, his desires. Mandy was
in a dire panic and couldn't rightly concentrate on the
command. She clung to the pole, trying to conjure up the
meaning of "pee". Her butt cheeks clenched, the sun
blazed against her face and arms. She began to breathe
hard and focus.
The Tormentor's hand came down to her crotch and gave a
little squeeze. Mandy tightened up all the more. 'Oh my
God!' she screamed.
"Pee for me, bitch...or I'll leave yer ass out here!"
Mandy knew that the bastard probably would.
Did he just want her to pee? Probably not. She didn't
know. She only knew that she was in a calamitous
situation with no possible solution. She was fed more
water, her face soothed, her neck. Her Tormentor pressed
himself against her harder, squeezing breasts and
crotch. Mandy struggled to maintain what sanity she had
left.
"I'd hate to leave yer ass out here, sweetie, the hottest
part of the day hasn't even gotten here, yet!"
The urge to comply did come, but the fact that she was
clothed plagued her modesty.she was a big girl now, it
had been years since she had last pissed in her pants.
She held back the flood, getting more and more confused
as her body heated up.
More came to quench her thirst, her ass now became the
Tormentor's obsession, squeezing hard and digging into
the crack, going between her legs and squeezing her most
holy of holies. "All you gotta do to get outta this
mess...is pee."
Finally, at length, a small flood came surging and
despite her efforts to hold back, she allowed herself to
soil her jeans. Her Tormentor dropped to her knees and
eyed the flood. He pushed open her legs and gazed as she
pissed herself. His hands came to her crotch and once
more began squeezing, up and down the inside of her legs,
then to her true holy of holy, smiling as he did so.
Then he leaned in and began kissing.no, sucking on her
crotch!
Mandy freaked. This was more than.more than...more than
she could think of. It didn't make sense! The man pressed
his mouth to her crotch, opening his mouth as wide as
possible and seemingly devouring her entire groin; hands
griping her ass tightly as he did so.
At length he stood up and ripped open her shirt. She knew
that was coming. The sun greeted the new skin with
searing heat. She breathed harder, anticipating the
Tormentor's next move; which was to seriously fondle the
girl's breasts before flipping up the soft pinkish cups,
exposing yet even more skin for the sun to baste.
The man leaned in and engulfed each breasts, sucking hard
on the soft warm flesh, nipping the nipples before
leaning back and devouring the young teen with his eyes.
Mandy knew what was to come.
And she was right.
Her hands tightly griped the old wooden pole. Her lovely
face with eyes closed tight arched upwards to the clear
blue sky.she clenched tightly the pole as her jeans were
undone and pulled down to her knees. The man leaned back
and leered at the delight before him. He was enthralled,
entranced, delighted. A wicked smile came to his face,
fire blazed in his eyes and he savored what was before
him.
Mandy clenched all the tighter as now her Tormentor
leaned again and began bringing down her crisp white
bikini style pissed in panties. She was almost to the
point of passing out and wished that she could so as she
could awaked "after" the horror was done.
With her wet panties at her knees, her Tormentor stood
and once more devoured her with his eyes.then he hauled
out of his gas station service slacks his cock.
Mandy shut her eyes tight.
Only to open them when moments later she felt something
odd happening; looking down she saw that the man was
indeed... peeing on her, urinating he was onto her bare
naked pussy and clothes, showering her midriff, belly,
legs, everywhere and thing. When done pissing on her he
began masturbating. Mandy held back weeping, just
tightened her body up more as the man went down on her
and began licking, sucking, and driving his tongue wildly
into her virgin pussy. It was not to be believed, there
were strange sensations teeming through her body, her
ass(hole) clenched tight, her neck muscles.her pussy
trembled and quivered as something new had come to
tantalized her.
Had the situation not been so.so despicable it would have
been delightful. Sure she had masturbated, frigged her
self, didn't everybody? But that was as far as it went--
her fingers and her fingers only. What her Tormentor was
doing was new. Very new, and exciting...
Her clothes were worked on down to her ankles and legs
opened a little wider; her Tormentor came up to a semi-
awkward standing position and pressed his penis against
her. Mandy gulped, blinked her eyes excessively as she
expected the next phase of her torment.
The man's penis came to greet her holy entrance, gliding
up and down the moist-pissy opening, tantalizing the
young teen more and more, then diving down between her
legs, back up along the trembling sensitive "lips" to
finally began making slit progress into her sex.
"You scream at me and I'll leave yer ass out here, got
it?"
Mandy gulped and nodded that she indeed "got it" and the
uncomfortable kerchief-gag about her mouth was removed.
She was given water and her entire body was washed down
with water from a five-gallon plastic container. It
wasn't cold water, but it was wet.
The Tormentor had removed her from the pole and carried
her to the shady side of the '51 Chevy panel. It was
still hot as blazes out and the sand was warm, but the
searing sun was no longer a constant. She was lain down
and watched in slight horror as the man stripped out of
his clothes, stood straddling her body and masturbated
himself into a frenzy. She thought lightly that he might
shower her (again) with his urine.
But he didn't.
He knelt down onto her chest and laid his manhood between
her breasts, folded the warm skin over his hot schlong
and humped. Mandy could scarcely think straight, watching
the one-eyed bandit come shooting at her between her very
own breasts, the man leering at her. He inched forward
some on her body, raising up and pressing his hot
throbbing monster against her chin and then her lips.
"Open up, sweetie." he commanded.
Mandy wailed and made a disgruntle face.she had heard of
such things occurring but had never thought it really
possible. This was unreal and just about had she come to
her limit of coping. "Open up, sweetie," he said again,
"or see those rocks up there," he indicated to the ridge
of rock formation a thousand yards away and up a slight
slope, "I'll drag yer naked ass up there and tie you to
the top of one...and let the fucking buzzards have a go
at you!"
He sounded serious. Mandy opened her trembling lips and
the man-thing came into her mouth. It was hot, it tasted
awful and there was a slight mustiness she didn't care
for at all. She thrashed her head about as the man prong
nestled deeper and deeper into her mouth.
"Suck it." demanded her Tormentor.
Mandy couldn't rightly comprehend the command "suck it",
she could only thrash her pretty blond head about and
recall that the cock somewhat reminded her of string
cheese, Monterey Jack string cheese.
The cock jammed its way into her mouth, filling it. Her
Tormentor would pull out most of the way, to the bulbous
tip.and then ram-jam himself back into almost choked her
in her throat. For several minutes he did this before
pulling out of her beleaguered mouth...sliding down her
body.
Once more as before on the pole his cock came to glide up
and down the entrance to her sensitive love tunnel.
Instinctively Mandy parted her legs, there was no use
fighting it. Her hands clenched at the warm sand beneath
her. She had anticipated this "act" taking place, it was
wrong; she flooded her mind with other things.
Which were greatly disrupted when the Tormentor's cock
began inching deeper into her. Mandy didn't know what to
do.this was a violation to the highest degree, she was
sure of that. Masturbating herself into a stupor for
sexual pleasure was one thing, thinking about sex with
boys her age, some younger and some older was another
thing.
But this... this was sooooooo different.
Strange feeling enveloped her, there was a new sensation
she had never experienced before. She didn't know what to
think, or do. But she suddenly found herself semi
enjoying the assault. She knew that she was not supposed
to, she knew it was rape, kidnapping, rape, torture,
everything.
There was no denying the feelings, though.strong sexual
feelings seething through her. She didn't understand, it
wasn't right. The man's violator penetrated her deeper,
fulfilling her beyond her wildest expectations.
"Oh GOD!" she suddenly called out as her young body was
brought to the brink of extreme ecstasy. There was indeed
some discomfort involved in the deflowering. Mandy pushed
back into the recesses of her mind those thoughts that
told her this was a bad thing. Her nipples perked up and
she found herself pumping back into her Tormentor.
She hadn't cared for being out and out kidnapped, and she
was still a little fuzzy on just how exactly that had
happened. She hadn't cared for being tied to a pole in
the middle of the damn hot desert and forced to piss
herself. She hadn't cared much for sucking the man's cock
and only slightly didn't care much for him deflowering
her virginity.
She REALLY didn't care for being turned over and her bare
searing ass forced to endure hard harsh hand smacks
followed by her very virginal pooter hole being violated
by his fingering. She didn't care for that at all.
She cared even less when his tongue replaced his finger.
It wasn't so much as a violation that freaked her out as
it was appalling. She POOPED from there! She was
disgusted...truly, surely, this man, this Tormentor
was...was beyond words or comprehension.
Her Tormentor paid her no heed and licked her pert
clenching bung hole until he could stand it no longer and
saddled up against her, aiming his very erect and ready
prong to her glory hole. Again before entering her just
poked and prodded, going up and down the crack and once
more tantalizing the sizzling "lips" of the fresh fucked
cunny.
Then he began in earnest further prodding, further
concentration of entering the girl's very virgin rim. He
gripped her lily white ass cheeks and began the entry.
Mandy lay with her face to the very warm sand, hands
behind her with her ass up in the air, cringing she was
as the Tormentor's cock entered her backdoor. She derived
no pleasure from this assault.
Apparently her Tormentor did, though; he eased into her
fully seating himself, then, gripping her ass hips he
pulled nearly all the way out before plunging himself
into her fully. Then repeat.and repeat.and repeat some
more. Each succession he increased momentum, pumping
faster and faster like the piston of a steam locomotive.
His balls cinched up and slapped the girl's body, he
strained as he made love to her anus, the girl thrashed
about as she endured the severe discomfort. At last the
man came to that point in the lovemaking whereas he began
to strain to get his nut. Mandy was grinded into the
desert sand, she clenched her bound hands tightly
together as the enduring torment continued to its apex.
The finality to the rear-entry assault came just moments
later. The Tormentor pounding as the "locomotive" surged
effortlessly down the long straight track. He finally
began serious straining, emptying his load deep into
Mandy's anal track until he was well spent.as he had
previously while in her most holy of holies, her pussy.
When done, the man pulled back and sat back on his heels,
masturbating, massaging his organ, gazing at the goo
emptying from the girl's hole. The rim was as wide as a
fifty cent piece, but slowly closing up to normal. Cum
juices oozed from Mandy's pussy, too, he so noted.
The girl collapsed to the sand and lay curling up into a
fetal position.
Her Tormentor was unable to move for some time, he hadn't
the strength. He marveled at the collapsed girl, massaged
his severely aching schlong and then finally stood above
her and gave her another shower.
*****
After..
"Hey Dude!"
The Bar-None Dude Ranch, it was nestled on the outskirts
of a southwestern desert city, a haven for those city
slickers desiring a week or weekend of pretending to be
something of a cowboy-or girl, shedding their dreary
lives of a corporate monkey on the endless rung of life.
One particular weekday afternoon a bright shiny juniper
green customized 1951 Chevy Panel truck came rumbling in,
parking on the gravel parking lot and a stranger ambled
out. He was tall, medium build, dark blue denim shirt and
gas station attendant slacks of blue, hiking boots.
He looked casually about the parking lot and made a
mental note of them before proceeding onward into the
ranch area itself. As he made his way to the guest check-
in main building, he caught sight of two teen girls
making their way across. Both had delicious asses. Both
were employees of the ranch, one was taller than the
other, one was blond, both were desirable and possible.
August savored them and made a mental note of them as
well.
At the guest check-in he sought out the owner and
operator of the dude ranch, a one Mr. Ernst. Ernst
was, well, by all accounts, a geek. A geek in sheep's
clothing. He didn't fit the part, didn't look the part,
didn't talk the part, etc. He was a city boy, but had a
dream and a desire and a means. August had no cause to
doubt him or poo poo his delusions of grandeur.
The meeting with the man was brief, August was on
business, not as a potential guest or anything, but the
ranch occupied space once home to desert dwelling
Indians. August was a bit of an archeologist/
anthropologist. He simply was asking permission to
scour the outskirts of the ranch area and anything
that he found he would present to Mr. E and make
it available for the guest to see. There was more to it
and the two men yapped for half an hour before August
showed signs of being tired.
He was offered a nice guest room and free reign of the
ranch's facilities. Mr. E was excited about the prospects
of Indian artifacts on his property.it would be another
reason for guests to come to the ranch, museum people
would flock there as well, maybe a write up in the local
newspaper.
August left the man to wander in grandeur, he himself was
escorted to his room by the lovely Melody.
Melody. She was another blonde. Another blonde of passion
and sweet desire. Bubbly, frisky, happy-go-lucky, perky.
Bright sunshine, cheerful, and helpful. And a nice ass,
too.
She yapped about the Indian artifact prospects, August
yapped back but was more interested in her fine, very
fine body. She was fifteen, tight jeans, boots, long
blond hair in two tight pony tails, a bright sunny face,
bouncy breasts. She wore a blue nametag on her red knit
shirt and August had wood.
Now, one thing that made August Moone's desires possible
was a small gadget-device he present to Melody.albeit
unknowingly to Melody. As she opened the door and stepped
through carrying one of his travel bags, August Moone the
Tormentor zapped her.
That is to say he "overwhelmed" her brain waves.
He overwhelmed her brainwaves via a hand held device
object formerly known as GI Item 0110. A mega stereo
remote control on steroids. It had 2 2-inch LCD screens
with one long 6-inch by 2-inch screen showing the
captured brainwave. It was a government issue device, how
August had come to be in possession of it--well, that's
another story. The fact was that he had it. And once
having.well, it took him some years to figure out what
exactly he had. Then another couple of years of
"testing". He was still somewhat in the "testing" mode,
he realized the enormous potential the Item 0110 had. But
he realized, too, that he had to be careful. The Item
0110 had some minor difficulties and was no always
reliable.it sometimes "shut-down" by itself without
warning.
That was not good.
So he used it sparingly and not very often, not until
more "testing" good be attained and a pattern derived.
Meanwhile, though, fun-fun-fun!
And Melody was his next "fun."
She stood motionless just inside the room. August stepped
in and shut the door. Only a few times had he indulged in
the most heinous of his desires. Mandy had been his
second.Melody would now be his third. He firstly waved
his hand before her face, then lightly brushed his hand
against her pert perfect ass. There was no adverse
reaction, none of any kind.
He checked the Item 0110, the brain waves of the girl
were his to command. There were other functions, other
things to do once the brain waves were "captured".he had
yet to ascertain to what degree that would lead him.
He didn't worry about it, this was good for now.
He firstly turned on the room air conditioner, then faced
the hapless zombiefied teen, fondling her breasts and
drinking her in. He then moved down to his knees and
adored her crotch. Slowly with extreme caution he began
undoing her jeans. It was a risk, he was aware that the
Device could shut-down at any time without warning. And
doing some sort of naughty thing in progress. well, that
would be bad...very bad.
But for right now.she was his.
He gulped and pulled the Levi's panels back, beneath were
powder blue undies. His cock surged to life, a smile he
couldn't hold back formed on his usually stoic face. The
jeans he pulled down to just mid-thigh, addressing her
loveliness before him...a nice poon there was, a thick
mound of muffin hair that enthralled him.
He let the image settle into his mind before carefully
with steady thought and fingers taking the undies down to
expose her sex. It was neatly trimmed, bikini trimmed,
with the pubes just concealing the entrance to her muff.
August leaned in and took a whiff of the delight.his cock
surged further, demanding attention. And he would be
attentive to it, soon enough. Slowly he turned the girl
about, admiring her perfectly shaped teenage ass. He
pressed his face to the cool skin, kissing the flesh
before having the girl bend over. He parted her cheeks,
supporting her in the bent-over position, making minor
adjustments to the Item 0110 to ensure that the hapless
teen would remain his to control, he knew how to do that.
There were other measures that would allow the "victim"
to be controlled into walking, disrobing, sitting, bend
over and support one's self with hands to knees, and etc.
Melody placed her hands to her knees and August parted
the girl's cheeks. A perfectly shaped untinged hole
greeted him. He licked it, kissed it, fingered it and
found it to be virginal. He was delighted.
Warily he penetrated the girl's tight rim with his
finger--a finger he had lubed up in his mouth, then
anointed with the pre-cum seeping from his schlong.
Melody merely reacted as she should with the violation,
but she was still virtually "unawares" it was an
involuntary bodily reaction--to be expected.
His growing fear that the Device would fail right at a
critical moment threw him into advancing in his doings;
taking the girl to the single queen bed and laying her
out there. The room was rustic, dreary, but cooling down.
August stood admiring the girl with her jeans and panties
at her ankles. A notion began to dwell deep within his
craw. He smiled a smile that would last him for days.
Then he was shucking his own jeans and back to his knees,
repositioning the teen on the bed so as he could get at
her poon, it was the object of his obsession and delight
and he would not be denied.
It was slightly musty and only slightly reeked of urine.
His nose nuzzled the trimmed poon hairs, his teeth nipped
the "lips" and tongue pressed into the slick entrance. He
was mildly aware of the girl becoming a little aroused by
his doings. He was almost to the point of not caring.
His tongue danced a jig in the girl's poon; his fingers
pulling the lips open so as he could get at the meat of
the cunt, his cock was going insane without proper
attention. But first of firsts...he had to lick a girl's
poon, it was an important objective.
So he licked and licked until some juices from the cunny
began to issue forth and pool 'neath the girl's very fine
ass. August lapped up the cunny's juices and determined
that like her poop chute, the snatch box was virginal,
too. He set back on this...he couldn't rightly "bust"
it she would know upon awakening. Buggering her too would
tip her off that something had happened. He settled on
licking her and then going up to lay his prong against
her poon, opening her shirt and having a go at her
lovely-lovely breasts.meanwhile his cock humped the
OUTSIDE of her snatch and was somewhat satiated with
that.
He soon returned the girl to her original upright
position, making whispering suggestions to her that
"nothing had happened" and that she was exceedingly
horny. It was yet another grand facet to the Device
Item 0110, the ability to insert messages to the
victim's mind. There, too, was the ability to render
said victim mindless, er, that is to say said victim
would not recall what had happened during the time he
she was "under the influence" of the Device.
What other abilities the Government Issue device had
August couldn't wait to determine. So far, so good!
He smiled and brought the girl back to her normal state.
She staggered and looked a little pale and somewhat
confused. August supported her and held her at the
shoulders, "You okay?" he asked out of concern. Melody
offered a meager nod of assurance that she was and left.
August peeled out of his clothes and flopped onto the
bed, he pleased himself and let his mind wander (wander-
wander-wander) and soon fell into a blissful tranquil
sleep.
--End of Chapter One--
--Stay tuned for Chapter Two (and three, four, five.)
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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