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   On The Samhain

   Authors note: First off its pronounced (Sah-wein), a Gaelic word spelled
Samhain and sadly mispronounced because of this.  I don't say this to sound
like a know-it-all dickhead, but as I write this authors note I've still a
wee bit steamed by my best friends incessant mispronunciations.  He swears
up and down its pronounced how its spelled, but he also swears to the God's
below that Scarface was a true story, that Katy Perry is pronounced
(Kah-tee Perry), that Mila Kunis is pronounced (Mylee Kee-un-is), and that
Young Guns was spot on historically accurate.  But I digress...  Secondly
this is a prequel to a novella I wrote some years back and to my great
sadness I was unintelligent when I chose to store the manuscript and zip
disk (Yes, zip disk, that long ago) in a box left in a storage unit for a
time, and when I was unable to pay my increasing storage bill, everything
was lost to me and never to be retrieved.  I may yet one day rewrite "The
Children of Moab" (A tale about a runaway who finds herself in a loving
arms of a fellowship that worships Wine, Lust, & Blood, to uncover many
truths of religion on all sides through sexual exploration), but until then
I've been making notes for THIS story for some time and hope it turns out
as good as the first.

   I'd also like to state that there is heavy sexual contact between adults
and minors in my story.  Though some of this is fantasy, most of it is an
artful story piece derived from a dark part of my own design.  In NO WAY do
I condone the acts of pedophilia, sexual violence, and murder.  These
things exist in my story for dramatic purposes and though none have read
the first tale of the Children of Moab, this explains everything there...
depending on how much feedback I get from this, I just might rewrite and
post the first story which takes place years after this one...  if you like
this or wanna comment please e-mail me at martinjosh505@yahoo.com

   Finally, for the online readers only I have placed names of my own muses
for characters...  some of you who feel compelled to read and enjoy my
story may know very well who the one named model's are.  So I confess I do
have tendencies towards Hebephilia (attraction to Lolita's in the cusps of
puberty between ages 11 and 14) and Ephebophilia (attraction to girls ages
15-19) yet never really carried a torch for pedophilia (attraction to girls
as young as 5).  Truth being my attractions go for females of all ages and
races, even towards transgendered who are almost unbelievably feminine.  I
do NOT however encourage child adult relationships nor would I ever bring
myself into one as I also have made my own studies into the psychological
world of sexuality and know that to do so would bring harm and I will have
no part in that.  I do not collect underaged pornography as not only is it
illegal, (which is the BIG reason), also because most if not all of it is
at the painful exploitation of children, and personally from what little I
have seen of child pornography in my youth, I found to be disgusting and
VERY unpleasant, therefore want no part in, so please do not e-mail me
asking for it, as I've had a few e-mails in the past doing just that...the
answer is always no.  That being said and out of the way...  please enjoy
the story...  Warning: It contains heavy sexual contact
(MF-FFF-Fm-Mf-fff-Mff-Mb-Mtrans ect.), some violence and foul language...

   The Belkovic girls Bailey Jay, Sasha Grey, Sparkle, Peach, & Cherish

   Their friends Lacey - Sparkle's friend May - Sparkle's friend Sandi -
Sparkle's friend Amber - Peach's friend Maya - Peach's friend Sevina -
Peach's friend Sharlotta - Peach's friend Trixie - Peach's friend Emmie -
Cherish's friend Eveline - Cherish's friend Hope - Cherish's friend Karina
- Cherish's friend Kate - Cherish's friend Katia - Cherish's friend
Lilliana - Cherish's friend Alli - Lacey's cousin Lolly - an unfortunate
victim of circumstances Mandy Main - A town tramp sacrifice



   I.  (Prologue)

   In the Belkovic house, Samhain has been a tradition brought from the old
country on my mother's side since longer than we can record.  The McAvery
family (my mother's family) was Irish and all along the islands of Ireland
and Briton have the celebrations gone, suppressed for much of time by the
Catholic Church and their bullshit slanders and censors upon their own God.
Over time the traditions changed and reforged in America but always
beginning on sundown the 29th of October and ending on the Dawn of November
1st.  For the kids its three nights and two days of feasting and games of
merriment, for adults its pure fucking Hedonism.  Spring break in the fall
you might say...  where the young come to party, drink, and fuck like crazy
for three nights and two days of pure iconoclastic mayhem.

   Things changed however when I met my wife and found that she'd belonged
to a sex cult that believed that there should be absolutely no lines in
sexual division.  They took it to extremities however by condoning rape of
unwilling partners as long as at least one person was enjoying themselves,
and even followed bestiality, and many other such kinks that I'd never
wanted a part of.  As far as bestiality, defecation, and sadomasochism,
more power to you if that's your cup of tea, but for me, I enjoy other
areas...but still hold true to the belief that all violent rapists deserve
to die.  I'm not above all innocent myself, as in my teen years I became so
inebriated that I myself committed a rape, but I felt sorry enough to turn
myself in and begged forgiveness.  She felt sorry for me and forgave me,
but never spoke to me again...  in other words...  if that's the kind of
rape you commit then man up and own up to your responsibilities, but if
you're one of those who prey on the innocent to hurt them with purpose then
"fuck off and die" I always say.  As you can see, this weighs heavily on me
as a person.

   My name is Dominic "Nick" Belkovic, "Nicky Bells" to my friends and
associates...  I am a now single father of five, and live in a clean
suburban home in Sierlejo California.  I came from a troubled childhood
filled with sexual violence, abuse, and suicide in the family, but I try
like hell to keep violence and evil away from my kids as I will not allow
them to suffer as I have.

   I met my wife Penny when I was 18 and she was 13...  truth be told she
the kid sister of the girl who never spoke to me again for the rape.  At
the time I'd become entangled with a group of my own comrades from the
motherland in eastern Europe's Balkans.  When Penny got pregnant a few
months later and her dad threatened to have me put in jail, they paid him a
visit and `talked' him into letting us live alone in on our own without
ever taking part in our lives again.  We were happy together, especially
when I climbed the ladder of success and got us our home in Sierlejo, but
there were instances when she'd fly off the handle in the most absurd ways.
Finally breaking down and telling me what made her go nuts all the times...
coming clean had two outcomes, first being that she walked a road to
healing that did wonders for our family, and second being the disappearance
of her father and two uncles who did things they never should have done.

   My wife like myself had a terrible childhood filled with violence and
sexual abuse, but together we built a warm loving family.  Things got
strange when my first born, my son decided he was truly a she inside and
went through procedures to become a girl.  I gotta admit he certainly is a
beauty, now a she.  You'd look at her and never be able to say, "she use to
be a he." Amazing indeed.  Most of my earlier anger on the subject when it
first arose, I believe came from the years I'd sexually molested her as a
boy, her twin sister as well...  Bailey and Sasha were born two days
separate because of a four-hour difference.  So we celebrated his or should
I say her birthday first, then Sasha's on the second day.  Now I admit, yes
I sexually molested my two oldest children.  Over the years, especially
since my wife passed they've come to forgive me and even love me more than
adult offspring's should love their father...  the same went for Sparkle (I
had no say in their names as my wife was a bit of a hippie broad) who also
suffered an early childhood filled with anxiety over a loving father who
became too loving in the night, who indeed came to love me as well,
especially when she got pregnant at age fourteen with my now seven month
old Anya.  I promised not to emotionally damage my three youngest in such a
way as I saw the hurt I caused and it broke my heart...  God help me at
times I lose touch with reality and forget that sexual expression is not
the only expression of love...

   The best way I've combated my need for sexual release since my wife's
passing was to pay a visit to our neighborhood's local tramp Mandy, who for
all intents purpose was not truly the slutty little tramp everyone thought
her to be.  I wasn't her first when we got together for the first time when
she was only 12, but she's admitted to any and all sexual practices since
we hooked up, and its only been with a few guys throughout the years.  A
couple I don't know and the rest are associates of mine who were looking
for something good and I provided.  Even at age 16, she's 4'11" and tight
as a preteen.  When she lays upon my chest when we finish and professes her
love for me, knowing it'll be a while before we can be so open about it, if
we can ever be at all, I feel guilty for using her for sexual release when
she truly needs a father, a man to love her and show her that she's worth
more than that.  I fall short on that category so I've done my best to do
some good by her, even leaving money, emphasizing the point to her that its
not pay for sex and I never want her to accept my money on that token...  I
buy her things, I listen to her talk about her day, and when she hops the
bus to Ashrock where we meet to have a meal together and enjoy ourselves in
the sun, I treat her with as much gentle fatherly tenderness as I can. 
Mandy knows never to take money for sex from anyone accept my associates
when I'm there, and to be honest I felt so bad inside that first night when
I took her with me to a VIP party for my Boss and fellow "men of the
streets" and pimped her to almost ten men during the duration of our stay,
only to watch her weep in the shower at our suite later that night. 
Instead of fulfilling my needs with her that night I just held her as she
wept laying on my chest apologizing for it the entire time.  I soothed her
and assured her she was to blame for nothing, nothing at all as I stroked
her back.  That first night was the only time she cried, and promised she'd
be better the next time I needed her...  talk about a pile of shit for a
friend I was...  I swore I'd never do that to her again, but being the life
of the party meant my Boss wanting repeats and you NEVER say `no' to a man
like Ives Rutinov.

   God how Mandy breaks my heart every time I have to leave her home with a
aunt who gives no shit for her and an uncle I had to `put in line' once
before to ensure he'd never harm her again, (harm that left her unable to
ever have children because of internal damage to her uterus at age 6).  The
fact that he has no teeth is only a slight indication to what I did to this
piece of shit...  look at the sidewalk curb outside of Marcello's Bistro on
Lichen Dr and Haiti Ave just on the town boarder of Brimstone and Ashrock,
there still might be some little morsels to lay under your pillow for the
tooth fairy to collect.  The man pisses himself every time he sees me, I'll
bet he's too scared to even think of sniffing her undies in private.  I've
come to care deeply for her, but I hate myself when I come to the
realization that I'll never take her as a serious girlfriend, or love her
the way a man could love a woman.  She's from a part of the social ladder I
climbed out of years ago and cannot for my own girls afford to be too
deeply reconnected with...  God, I'm a monster at times...  I do hope she
meets a nice guy and would be more than willing to part with her if she
did, at least for the most part I care about her enough to wait until then,
to cut her loose.

   I could blame my own childhood for the piece of shit I tend to be at
times when my goodness fades, but you know what, I know right from wrong
and as hard as it is to control my instincts, I love my children so much
and want them to be ten times happier than I was, so I take the blame in
spite of how happy our house has become, why?  Because a man has to be a
man and except that life is in our hands, not someone else's.  What we do
or do not do is entirely on us every step of the way and to shirk the blame
is only gonna make it worse when the wall comes down and we realize the
mirror of truth is staring us in the face the entire time...  simply put,
man up...man up.

   Enough fucking wisdom, eh?  As much as I try to make myself a better
person, sometimes I lose to the side of me that likes to be far too loving
and often times selfish...  this Samhain was no exception.

   Back to the celebration...  the people of Sierlejo California, a modest
sized, quaint and almost Pleasantville looking place to live, filled with
suburbs and housing developments, two grocery stores, a West-Mart shopping
center, three schools, one grades kinder to 5th, a middle school 6th to
8th, and a Highschool 9th to 12th...  a community College across the city
lines in Antioch, also known to some as the Emerald City.  The entire Las
Alia County, spanning from Antioch to Ashrock, Brimstone, Sierlejo, and
Capua is infamously known as the Black Chapel.  Sorry to say that a lot of
crime exists in the other ports, but our local sheriff as well as certain
associates of mine, keep the bad ones at bay...  to the people of the
pretty little town of Sierlejo, Samhain has become a community wide
celebration, since the day my daughters first spoke of it in their third
grade class eleven years ago...  let's break it down, shall well.

   Sundown on the 29th, families for blocks and blocks around bring out the
BBQ's and together make a feast one could smell all the way to Capua.  The
Holiday decorations and candles lit all celebrating life and death together
as one...  early in the day, the wives go shopping for groceries to last
the entire month, come back to the grilling men, and each bake a special
pie and trimmings to throw in with the meat.  Not a lot of vegans here but
we accommodate, especially for the Dawson's down the block who were a
legally married gay couple...  awesome fellas...  kick it at their place
for the superbowl and know a football party I tell ya.

   The haunted house opens this night for the kids, but only the first of
three parts of the haunted house as we don't wanna have ALL the fun at once
do we?  Traditional games like bobbing for apples has also become a game of
dangling donuts, where we take freshly baked donuts and hang em on strings
and a blindfolded individual tries to eat it as quickly as possible... 
piņatas in the shapes of monsters and mythical creatures strewn about
filled with many various wonderful treats and such...  sporting rounds of
miniature golf are built around the houses for the families to enjoy, as
well as go carts and mini roller coasters...even the skate park is set up
with retro decorations to adhere to the old days of disco roller skating.

   The 30th...  the children gather at the school for a double feature of
old scary movies and games, while the adults pair off in various homes for
swapping and pure debauchery, featuring black and orange and green dress
codes and adult games for the celebration of life through love making and
death through orgasm.

   The 31st...  the day of the big parade ending with trick or treating for
the kids, and costumed sexual frenzy for the adults...  how does one
community come to this?  Well we all believe the same, "If it's not hurting
anyone, then shut the hell up." We still had a ways to go before we
realized just how much in common we all REALLY had...  now comes my
story...the change of some traditions, the rise of a new Sierlejo
community, the three nights of Samhain, when I became the Baal of a new
cult that would worship sex, wine, blood, and pleasure above all else... 
informed?  well...  join me now.

   II.



   The sun is going down over the casino towers in Antioch that rise so
high you can see the tips from all the way in Sierlejo.  I light a candle
under my beautiful wife's picture, a new candle for every year without
her...  there are ten candles now.  It's been ten years but my heart still
aches as if it were yesterday, but in God's good grace he left me one last
jewel of her soul the morning she died.  Our youngest daughter, Cherish,
who's been the apple of my eye since.  I've had to go to lengths to assure
her that its not her fault, that these things just happen, but some may
know that children born of a mother who dies birthing them, tend to harbor
so much unnecessary guilt for a crime they did not commit.  Thankfully her
sisters help and support me in giving that special attention to my little
angel.

   "Happy Samhain, mommy." I hear Cherish's voice as she moves to throw her
slender ten-year-old arms around my waist, offering her love for the woman
she never had a chance to know.

   I smile down at my little pigeon, pige, for short, who returns the
smile. "Daddy." She says.  "You're standing under the love bones." (Another
family made Samhain tradition, you take clean chicken bones, say a prayer
of peace as you wrap them in pink and orange laces and hang them up... 
like a mistletoe, when standing under one, you have to get and give a kiss)
...  "Dah-dee." She sways in a singsong voice until I lean down to kiss
her. A kiss that lasts a little longer than I expected when she throws her
arms around my neck and holds it.

   I know I promised myself I'd refrain from touching the younger two, but
for god sake, sometimes I honestly believe that Cherish is trying to seduce
ME.

   "Like my costume?" she says sashaying around.

   I'm taken back by the costume when I search her head to two, wearing
those harem girl bottoms with a specially made gold bikini breast plates
and a grown around her brow with a cobra on it...  it hits me!  No way! 
"Baby." I ask.  "What is this?"

   "I'm Salome, from king of kings!" She giggles, spinning slowly to show
me all of it.  "I heard you telling Mr.  Dawson how that was your biggest
crush, was on Salome from King of Kings when you were growing up..." she
coyly lowered her eyes and whispered "...I heard you tell him she gave you
the biggest...hehe...boners."

   I must have stood there too long with my mouth wide with my chin to the
floor, as her costume was perfect and spot on.  God she looked like a
gorgeous ten-year-old version of Brigid Bazlen, who was far prettier than
Liz Taylor could have been and who's potential was cut too short too
soon...

   "Want me to dance for the head of John the Baptist, daddy?" she could
almost hardly finish that sentence before breaking into a giggle fit and
running away laughing.

   I could only grin and shake my head trying not to laugh, but also
perplexed by my dark haired angel's growing budding sexuality almost
calling me with a loud yell.  She was so gorgeous in that costume and I
just walked to the couch and fell upon it wondering how the hell was I
going to keep from enjoying her in it, and how the hell WAS I going to
enjoy her in it.  Oh god, my little Brigid Bazien she was now...  I never
could watch King of Kings without running off to furiously masturbate after
her big dance number...  how about that, a movie about Jesus that harbored
more sex appeal to me than most other films.  I must have snuck into that
old run down crap hole of a Christian theatre a million times just for
her...

   A playful kick to my knee broke me of my day dreams causing me to look
up wide eyed at my fifteen year old daughter Sparkle who was dressed in a
black one piece leotard with white pant tights under the one piece.  White
stripes were sewn into the black one piece along the ribs with a long
fluffy black and white tipped tail hanging from the back.  Her tiny boots
were black with fluffy white scrungies sewn in, and her nose was painted
with glued on black whiskers and cat ears donning her head.  The sexiest
black and white cat I've EVER seen in my life...  holding our
seven-month-old daughter in her arms...

   "Hey grandpa." She giggled, "I saw the way you were looking at princess
harlot, paws off, got it."

   I took Anya from Sparkle's arms and held her as she cooed joyfully
reaching for me.  I think the only people that knew she was really MY
daughter were Bailey and Sparkle's best friend May (who swore she'd never
tell a soul).

   Sitting beside me with her fluffy tail draped over my lap, she looked
around to make sure we were alone before leaning in to kiss me.  Her eyes
closing slowly as she melted against me with her left hand reaching to take
my cheek as we kissed like two newly wedded lovers.  Our tongues gently
caressing one another as she moaned against me, her body fidgeting with
need.  A kiss broken short by the tiny little baby hands that pushed at our
cheeks seeking attention for herself.

   Sparkle giggled "She's such a daddy's girl." She moved back as my infant
daughter tried to take over by feebly placing kisses all over my cheek and
chin.

   "Who's a daddy's girl?" asked Sasha who came in dressed in a perfect
Rhoda Penmark costume with a blonde wig and pigtails.

   "Anya." Sparkle said.  "She loves her grandpa more than me." She said
with a lower lip protruding in a mock sad expression.

   "That makes her a grandpa's girl, not daddy's girl." She leaned down to
kiss her little niece on the top of her pretty little head.

   "Hey!" I sternly intervened.  "I like daddy's girl better...  grandpa
sounds too old.  I'm not even 40 for Christ sake."

   Sasha scoffed and turned with a twirl, her perfect 19-year-old ass held
by tight white panties as she ran off to put the finishing touches to her
costume.  We could hear her in the bathroom doing her makeup and
dramatically quoting Patty McCormack, "Give ME those SHOES!" making Sparkle
and I lose it as I playfully bounce my baby girl in my lap.

   This girl was most defiantly the apple of her mother's eye since birth.
Our relationship had struggled around the time of Penny's passing,
especially when she became the first recipient of my far too friendly
fatherly caresses.  Penny had passed a few months prior and she came to
cuddle with me while her brother and sisters slept, wearing only one of her
moms long white t-shirts that had a dog on the front giving the middle
finger with a caption that read "Fetch This" in big bold yellow lettering
on it.  I'd done my best to be a brave as I was suppose to be, in spite of
the fact that I wanted to break down and cry non-stop.  But my kids needed
me, and for their sake I could not afford to look weak in the eyes of my
piers and associates.  The outcome of such a thing would be violently
catastrophic.

   Sasha had been laying in my lap at nine years of age; so young and
pretty...  slender like the women in my family.  As Penny's family was
filled with big women and petite girls with baby fat features, the women in
my family were skinny dark haired Slavic goddesses.  My hands had caressed
her back innocently, till she had me rub her tummy for her, which always
made her feel good...  only that night my hands caressed to many spots and
the dark feeling came needing and wanting bad.  The night ended with her
looking sullen after feeling my shaft for a while before budging away and
saying she was tired...  I'd kissed her and said, "I love you" to receive a
whispered "I love you too." From her that no doubt was constrained with
uncertainty over doing something that felt foreign and nasty.

   I'd ended up alternating between her and Bailey over the next couple of
years, never having penetrated her when she cowered in the hallway and
whispered, "I'll tell" with tears that broke my heart.  I calmed her and
carried her to bed telling her how sorry I was and even gave a slight
exaggeration to my feelings as if I'd thought she'd been okay with our
activities and that if she'd told me earlier, I'd never have pushed her to
putting me in her mouth all those times.  A promise to stop, and visiting
my son for the remainder while showing her ample supply of truly fatherly
affection eventually brought her about and made us friends again.  I'd only
once crossed the line after when my fingers rubbed low and she gave me a
stern look, that made me back off with, `sorry baby, daddy's absent minded
right now.' And though she smiled and said it's okay, she only kissed me
goodnight but never sat on my lap again.  I'd felt like hogshit for ruining
such a beautiful relationship with my oldest daughter.  I was suppose to be
the one guy in the world she could always trust to be true and decent and
loving, yet I cut a void in her that would always sting whenever she opened
her heart to someone.

   In time she'd become affection again and I'd always managed to watch
myself and never cross any lines, although costumes like this one she wore
now only gave me a raging need that I'd not felt in years for her.

   Normally I'd never let my girls run around so scandalous in revealing
attires, but this Halloween they insisted on being allowed to be a wild as
they wanna be.  Being a man of my word I got tricked and roped into making
a promise that they called me on, and now they get to have a big ole house
party with their closest friends.  I however managed to get a couple
parents to join me in chaperoning this shindig, so to better keep it from
getting out of hand.  I'm actually expecting them real soon as its already
late afternoon and in just a couple more hours, the sun will go down.  The
girls will gather out back for games and fun, light snacks, and of course a
stage I rented so that they could model off their sexy costumes for the
girls and boys and any parents who come by for a few, before venturing off
into the many parties going on in the block.  (See why chaperones are
needed?) It's gonna be a bit of a nightmare keeping the youngsters where
they belong and not in one of the five bedrooms of my two story 1940's
dream home.  The night will fall with most of these girls yanking their
costumes off and jumping into the heated swimming pool complete with a
grotto my wife insisted on for depraved rendezvous during our more adult
parties.  (Not bad for a kid from nothing...) Another reason for the other
parents to chaperone, as a group of naked little girls skinny dipping in MY
pool would not look good if I was the only adult in attendance.

   Peach came down the stairs next wearing a VERY revealing outfit
consisting of purple leather top that cut short under her budding new 12
year old breasts, and very, VERY short red leather skirt that left you with
no guessing as to the fact that she wore a pair of black cotton panties
beneath (She wanted a thong but that was where I got away with drawing the
line) from the tops of her thighs down were fishnet stockings, and a pair
of high heeled black leather shoes.  Her makeup was enough to be
professional done, as she was painted pale with fake bite marks and blood
splatters, in her eyes she wore dress contacts making her look dead.

   "What are you suppose to be?"

   She just strolled by as if she were street walking and offering a date
"I'm a zombie hooker daddy."

   Another of my two youngest I've managed to keep my hands off of and
tonight was gonna prove just as difficult as this outfit had my blood
boiling over.  "A zombie hooker?"

   Peach chuckled and nodded, "Yup, my girlfriends and I decided to be
zombies of various traits.  I am a hooker named Lolly-Popz, a down and out
working girl who's uncle was a bad man and she ran away young to become the
sad unfortunate mess you see standing here, and who was innocently standing
on the corner of 13th & Aventine..." (A street corner in Avrianda known for
having working girls) ...  "And before I knew what, I was bit by a zombie
and ran away only to die and become one."

   `WTF' I could only think, `This girl really worked on her back story.'

   "Your friends are gonna be like this?"

   "Oh maybe." She replied.  "Some of their parents are not too okay with
them being TOO sexy...  they're not cool like you daddy."

   Boy did I melt at that...call me a pushover but these girls knew how to
press my buttons and make me a doe eyed loser for their own pleasure at any
time.

   Bailey REALLY shook my core strings when she came down dressed as La
Blue Girl Miko Mido, a personal favorite from my days as an avid hentai
collector.  Her costume was absolutely perfect in every way possible, why
even her hair was dyed purple like the character, and under her arm she
carried a plush toy of Nin-nin, Miko's funny little ninja pal who's always
perving around her and her friends.  These costumes I promised cost me a
good two grand for the suits, the hair, makeup, ect, but GOD it was worth
it.  I cannot believe this beautiful vixen was hiding a pretty good sized
pair of male genitialia tucked between her legs...  no one would have ever
guess, even if they were trained to know the difference.  If boys could
look this good, what chance did girls even have?

   She laughed at my opened mouth shock "Dad!  Quit drooling, ya perv."

   Bay was followed by her sisters who all stood before me while I held
Anya in my arms, wishing it wouldn't be creepy to put her directly on my
lap to hide the evidence of what impact their costumes were having on me.
They all stood rather pleased it seemed that even their own dad could melt
like jelly at the sight of their nubile young bodies, but Cherry on the
other hand looked a little jealous with an arched brow that her sisters got
attention that she wanted solely for herself.

   "You got a costume dad?" Sasha asked me.

   "Um, no." I stammered.

   "Good,...cause we all chipped in and got you something perfect!"

   With that they all disappeared leaving me with Anya and a slight twinge
of worry as to what in gods name they have chosen to do to me this time...
last years costume was nothing more than a loin cloths and mallet...  the
year before that was a VERY tight Dr.  Manhattan blue costume.  Sparkle
finally arrived and picked a now fussy Anya up from my lap, pulling one of
her sweet succulent breasts from her cat leotard to feed our daughter with
a wink to me and a mouthed whisper of `I love you'

   "Okay old man, stop perving on your daughters milky tit." Sasha said
when rushing into the room excitedly, with her twin bro ...er...  sister
behind her giving me a knowing eye.

   "Ya-da-da-da-DA-TA-DA!!" Came Cherish's playful voice from the staircase
as she and Peach held a rather modest sheriffs uniform with a fake gun and
round sheriffs hat.

   "Wow!" I remarked.  "Not what I was expecting at all."

   "Reach the badge." Bailey told me.

   I stood up and went to the girls holding this years costume and read the
badge that had the words "Sheriffs Deputy Rick Grimes" engraved.  I gave a
curious look that got me a huff from Cherry who shook her said "Duh,
daddy...  Rick, from the Walking Dead."

   Laughing a little I took the costume and looked around to see a bunch of
eyes giving me a stern `well?' look, telling me that I had better go change
and now if I knew what was good for me.

   "You go get dressed, dad..." Bailey pushed at me to get upstairs. 
"Sasha and I are gonna take Peach and Cherish to get the rest of the
groceries...  Sparkle!  Do not let him come down without it on!"

   Moving up the staircase, I looked back and saw a flicker of mischief in
my daughter, Sparkle's eyes.  The climb was slow in my older age, now
regretting I ever bought a two story, but Penny wanted it sooooo bad.  From
first sight this house was hers.  The arched black tile roof, white
paintjob with sky blue shutters, a big black rimmed with four mosaic glass
windows set perfectly symmetrical within its mahogany finish.  A big front
porch with a love seat swing set perfect for a couple to grow old in
watching the sun set every night they cuddled close to one another.  The
back yard was a perfect four acres of the greenest grass with three tall
broad trees, two at the end of the yard with a path leading down to the
river and one close by with a rickety tree house the last people must have
built.  That I, over the years fixed up for the girls who hardly used the
damn thing.  The price was a bit excessive for this place but then again,
ever seen a fifteen-year-old jump up and down pleading and begging for
something?  It's kind of hard to say no when that smile is the secret of
your desires.  A down payment of four hundred grand, with another eight
hundred to be paid within the next five years.  Yup one point two million
was as low as they'd go for a five bedroom four and half acre two story
wonder in this neighborhood...  only two kinds of people have THAT kind of
money to spend in a period of five years and that's rich people and
criminals...  guess which one I am.

   My bedroom, strangely situated right near the tree house, where one
could look in perfectly at any given moment (Penny's naughty idea for
future sex shows with our swinging buddies), was at the far back of the
place.  Once inside I removed my shirt and pants standing in my boxers as I
checked out the costume, noting it would be a tad tight around the crotch
area, but my little zombies wanted to make me a zombie killer for the
evening.  I was just about to close the blinds to the window when I stopped
hearing a noise behind from behind.

   "I put Anya down for a nap." I heard Kel's voice in a near whisper from
behind, making me turn and look back.  She came walking slowly into the
bedroom, placing the receiving end of the baby monitor on the dresser never
taking her eyes off of me for a moment.

   She looked so sexy as she came closer, her face never once showing
anything more than that of a beautiful teenager in love.  I could never
understand what I did to deserve this love...  not after those nights
anyway...  when she was younger and frightened.  Sparkle was so radiant
right now with the glow of young motherhood, slender yet still with a
slight touch of the baby weight still holding to her form.  There was no
denying the drastic change that had come over her this last couple of
years.

   "I thought I was suppose to get ready for the party."

   Kel said nothing as her seductive wanting eyes never left mine.  The
rest of her face seemed intent and needful as her fingers rose to the
straps of her leotard and slowly pulled them down her shoulders, causing
her to look away nervously as she was coming closer to revealing the prize
of her tender teenage flesh.

   "What is it, luv?" I asked.

   She shook her head, her long golden brown hair swaying as she did. 
"It's..." she couldn't bring herself to say it, so I step forth and took
her chin, lifting her dreaming eyes to mine.  I knew very well what it was,
I just wanted her to say it...  she was always self-conscious about our
love making in the light since we were able to continue a few months ago.
Her c-section scar was her biggest anxiety now, as if it were some
grotesque mesh of melted flesh that threatened to turn alien and devour
all, or make the world laugh at the hilarity.  I would hear nothing of it
to be honest, for it was scarce and took nothing from her young beauty.  A
difficult birth that brought me a beautiful new daughter, and gave me a
lifelong unbreakable bond with the other.

   "Daddy..." I stopped her with a gentle hush and took the straps in my
own fingers, slowly pulling her costume down her ample bosom.  Aching with
lust while my eyes feasted on the plump areola's just ready to burst with
breast milk.  `Oh look' I thought `a trickle'...  Leaning in I surrendered
my lips to the hardened nipple for a taste of my child's milk, bringing a
close-eyed sigh from Sparkle's lips.

   "Daddy." She breathed bringing her fingers behind my head to caress my
hair as I suckled the sweet life giving liquid from her.

   My fingers pulling the leotard further down her body, taking her hands
away for a moment that it may be brought completely down her form.  Her
hands resumed their caressing task after I took the other nipple and
suckled with greedy passion at my infant daughters next meal.

   "Easy daddy!" Kel giggled whispering urgently "She might wake up hungry
and there wont be any left."

   I licked the nipple bringing a strained squeal from my middle child. 
"Ya snooze, ya lose." I joked making her laugh so hard she had to cup her
hand to her mouth and gaze at the baby monitor a moment.  I love how
dedicated a mom she's become, always scurrying about for our little one. 
So much so that she turned and fled from the room in a hurry with her soft
young titties shaking uncontrollably with delicious wet nipples shining in
the light.  The sight was arousing and comical to watch.

   She came bounding in a again lightly closing the door and smiling at me
"I just wanted to check on her a bit." She whispered before stepping
quickly to me and taking my face in her hands as she leaned up to plant her
lips to mine.  My arms wrapping around her back, pulling her body, bosoms
squishing tight against my bare chest as we kissed.  Our tongues wrestled
passionately with her moans resounding through the room, my two hands
reaching down to grasp her bubblicious fanny in my palms, bringing a closed
mouth squeal and giggle against my lips.  Sparkle's pelvis pushed hard into
mine no doubt feeling how aroused she made me, so young and lithe with that
sexy baby weight that still clung to her harkening back to old Victorian
age of radiant child brides, MY radiant child bride.

   "Dad!  Daddy!" she moaned with her head falling back when lips moved
down her chin to her soft white neck, suckling at her tender flesh.  "Daddy
don't!...  they'll all see it." It being the mark I intended to leave on
her neck.  How deliciously sinful I thought it would feel to know she was
gazed upon by all at the party with a love bruise on her flesh.  I wanted
with all my heart, the world to know who her DADDY was!

   "Mmm!" she groaned with a pressure of my suckling lips.  "Oh god, Daddy,
please!"

   As my lips made their black and blue mark upon the fleshy surface of her
neck, my left hand took a firm hold on her breast while my right hand push
her leotard further down with the white nylon pants down to her thighs
allowing me to caress the cleft between her legs.

   "AH!" she stiffly cried out before her lips began to plant kisses all
over my head and brow.  "Please, dad...  don't tease me!  Please!"

   My finger diddled at her sensitive nub as if I were attempting morse
code, teasing her little clitty mercilessly, bringing her body writhing
with heat against mine.  `Mine' I thought, `All mine...  you'll never leave
me for another...  you're all mine, precious.'

   Kel's fingers reach around my shoulders digging deep into my flesh with
growing intensity as I bit down into her neck, careful not to bite too
hard. Her pelvis twitched then rotated against my hand, begging me to give
her release.  From the juices that moistened my finger at just the entrance
of her trembling quim I knew she undoubtedly ready, but I had to tease her
further.  So I worked the tip of my middle finger into her tight folds
bringing a grunt and a series of gasps from my girl.  Kissing my way down
her chest as my finger pushed deep inside I could hear her heart beating
faster and faster, thumping with excitement.

   "Now!" she whimpered "Please..."

   I loved driving her crazy.  It was a wonderful change from the nights
when I'd felt I was crazy with excitement as she lay beneath me holding
back her sobs of shame.  I'd be captured in the intensity of feeling the
inside of her developing womanhood a heated sheath enveloping my own
manhood for my selfish desires, that I'd completely loose sight of her
misery until it was over.  I refused to be like the ones who harmed my wife
and my sweet Mandy by getting off and stalking away to my own world leaving
them in their wet shame to reel at the world that showed no love.  I
instead held her and caressed her, being the man at that point I should
have been from the get go.  My kisses and professions of love brought her
heart around till she herself was the one paying ME the nightly visits
without even being coerced or implied.

   My darling Sparkle was shaking in my grasp groaning with the fierce need
that built like wide fire inside of her body, I knew it was almost time. 
So I brought her around and made her face away from me towards the bed,
flinging my costume aside.  I pushed her over where her hands reach out and
grasped the bed before her, giving Kel a nudge till her knees were on the
mattress but not too far in as her costume was still at her calves.

   "Dad, wait!  Lemme kick this costume off!"

   "NO!" I barked, grinning at my daughters' helplessness.  "I want you
with limited mobility sugar."

   Her whimper was half excited and frightened at once, turning into a near
howling moan as I dove forth, spreading her cheeks apart to allow my tongue
to dive into the folds of her dripping slit.  Lapping at the inner juice
lubricated flesh that squeeze and tried with vanity to pull my tongue
further in.  Using one of my hands to fish my cock from the opening of my
boxers and stroking hard, slightly ashamed that Cherish's Salome costume
was the forefront of my sexual thoughts.  `Oh fuck I wish I was doing this
to you, Cherry bomb' I thought.

   Sparkle wiggled and ground her hips into my face while she clawed the
bed, biting her lower lip to try and not make too much noise.  "Daddy
fucking god, please!" she squealed when I lifted my tongue towards her
tight brown little pucker, circling the musky orifice before sliding deep
while driving my finger into her wet pussy.

   "You want daddy to fuck you, Sparkling Angel?"

   I bit her ass cheeks playfully, swatting them with a growl making her
giggle "Stop!  Don't do that."...  Then I stood up behind her, taking her
hair in my left hand, a breath escaping her throat as everything went
sudden and still.

   A fist gripping my cock and rubbing the tip through her wet slit, I
heard her groan pitifully as she tried with no avail to impale herself upon
me.  "You're a bad little girl, Sparkle."

   "Yes, dad!  YES, so bad, so bad, bad bad bad bad...oh please!" she
whimpered.

   "Only the dirtiest girls let their daddies do this to them."

   "Yes..." she hissed.  "Dirty, so dirty, I'm dirty, your daughters a
dirty girl...  dirty as you want but please, please do it!  Make me dirty,
I wanna be dirty" the last words came with strained squeaks.

   You can never truly appreciate the power of sexual torment until someone
is holding onto the last string of sanity just for the pleasure you're
about to allow them.  The first time we laid together she could have known
that power had I given her a chance to truly accept it...  she always had
that power...  she just never knew it.

   "You'd do anything for me baby?" I asked.

   She sneered trying to look back as I held her hair tight, "Anything!"
she growled through clenched teeth.

   "Anything?" I asked again, grinning.

   Sparkle just whimpered almost sobbing, "Goddamn it daddy, I said
anything!" tears were actually flowing freely by now when I asked her "What
would you do?  Tell me!"

   Kel licked her lips when she looked back at me stumped and thinking, but
by the look in her eyes I realized she'd come upon one hell of a gift,
imagine my surprise when she said "Anya!  You bastard!  I'll let you have
her!  Just do it ple-heeese!"

   "A sentiment for later, sweets." I leaned in, the head gently parting
her pussy lips before opening her hole just a bit, allowing her wetness to
seep out down her thighs.  "...but for now..." I released her hair and took
her throat, careful not to squeeze too hard "...scream for me..."

   Scream she did, bellowing high and loud as I drove my entire length into
her deep nethers with one thrust.  We heard our baby on the monitor, but
she was far too gone in her pleasure now to care as her pussy clenched and
held me tight inside of her.  Painfully slow I pulled away almost tasting
her wet desire boiling out of her snatch before thrusting deep and hard,
bringing another howling scream from her tender young lungs.

   My palm took her shoulder allowing me the first glance of the large
purple and black love mark that stained her neck, grinning while I took her
hip with my other hand and began to pound myself in and out of my daughters
sex.  The baby's awakened cries ringing low in the distance as we fed our
lust with our wet groins slapping harder and faster.

   "Da!  Da!  DADDY!!!" she squealed.

   The sight of her young nimble body so small in my hands as I held her
with every thrust, brought me closer and closer to the edge.  Watching her
tight balled up fists hammering the bed in a way that a child would in the
midst of a temper tantrum was almost too comical, and curbing the need to
cum just a bit.

   "That's a bad girl!" I growled.  "So wet for her dad's attentions!  You
should be ashamed, young lady."

   "YES!" she cried out.  "I'm so ashamed daddy, please forgive me, I'm so
sorry!" she begged and pleaded, her tight pussy clenching with every
thrust, trying to hold me inside of her.  As my daughter milked my cock
mercilessly, she was building her own orgasm to bursting.  "Please forgive
me, daddy!  Tell me you love me!  That I'm your good girl!  Please DADDY
I'LL BE GOOD I PROMISE!!!!!"

   "Promises!  Slutty promises!" I growled bellowing out my own moans with
the heavy increase of our flesh slapping hard, with no doubt, leaving
bruises themselves.

   "Dad!  Fuck!  Cum...cumming!" She cried out, her fists taking the sheets
and pushing and flailing them about wild and chaotic as her body spasmed
and shook with her bursting volcano of an orgasm.

   Sparkle road out her orgasm biting the bedspread while clawing it
viciously, feeling her tight pussy get pounded deep and hard as my own
approached heavy and hard.  Clenching my teeth as I took hold of her hips
in both hands, savage groans mixed with her lingering wails as I was just
ready to thrust molten ropes of hot cum deep into my daughters fertile
belly once more.

   "DADDY!" she cried out.

   I'd thought she was crying out in passion as I grunted closer and closer
to the wail of relief my balls were screeching for.  Closing tight my eyes
as I huffed, "almost there baby, allllllllmoooost!!!"

   "Daddy the door!  The Door!"

   "huh?" I was caught off guard mid stroke, shaking heavily.  "What did
you say?"

   "The door!  Someone's at the door!  Stop!"

   With a groan my prick fell out of her as she quickly stood up, taking my
sheets to wipe between her legs before pulling her leotard back up over her
shoulders, working quick to sort herself as the bell kept ringing and she
cried out opening the bedroom door "We're coming!  Hold on!"

   The ringing kept on as she brushed her hair with fierce quickness and
turned to me, "Get Anya and get dressed, hurry!  Hurry!  Hurry!"

   Stumbling about while pulling my shorts back up, thinking of how much I
hated it when people interrupted a good fuck session.  I was still hard and
with my libido it usually took two cums to make me soft again, this was
gonna suck so much hell.

   Outside Anya's door I could hear everyone downstairs clambering on with
Kel's apologies explaining that Anya was fussing and we didn't hear them at
first over her crying.  Inside I held my crying baby girl, gently rocking
her in my arms, thinking about what Sparkle said about letting me have her.
Looking at the angel in my arms, I smiled, "someday maybe...  maybe I'll
learn the right way to seduce a sweety like you...  for now, you're safe
from daddy." I promised her, making her coo and giggle as I rubbed the tips
of our noses together.

   Swaying her gently I beamed with pride at the joyful weight of love in
my arms.  Unless you've ever been a parent, one can never hope to grasp the
concept of pure unconditional love and the magic it holds inside of your
heart when that tiny little baby shares their happy smile meant for you and
you alone.  I wanted to kiss her all over and squeeze her like plush toy
and never let go...  I didn't of course, I simply sat down in the comfy
rocking chair I bought for Penny years ago when our first were born so she
could hold them and rock them to sleep, and proceeded to rock my little
girl in my arms as she kept her eyes on mine, her tiny thumb between her
lips as I sang to her, the song I sang to all my girls when they were so
small.  A song that I learned when I saw Bailey sitting in front of the TV,
captivated by Charlotte when she sang it to Wilbur...

   How very special are we for just a moment to be Part of life's eternal
rhyme.  How very special are we to have on our family tree Mother
earth...and father time.

   He turns the seasons around And so she changes her gown But they always
look in their prime.  They go on dancing their dance Of ever lasting
romance Mother earth...and father time.

   The summer larks return to sing Oh what a gift they give...  Then autumn
days grow short and cold Oh what a joy to live...

   How very special are we For just a moment to be Part of life's eternal
rhyme...  How very special are we To have on our family tree...  Mother
earth...and father time

   The purest moment comes when you lay your eyes upon a sleeping babe, her
body warm in your embrace, her forever love and trust as innocent as the
breeze and white as snow, carry her gently to her crib and lay her down
with a gentle kiss.  "I love you, baby"...  its all you need to say.

   III.

   Having put on my Walking Dead Rick Grimes uniform and hat I managed to
make it downstairs bumping every picture frame with the hats ridges.  I
came upon the sight of three gorgeous 14 to 15 year olds, Sparkle's best
friends and the "It" girls of James Cagney Memorial High's sophomore class.
Lacey, always the wicked seductress was dressed as a sexy mouse with Minnie
ears and a pink polka dot dress, with what had to be thigh high sheer black
stalkings under the knee length skirt.  May, a flirt herself with a deep
innocence yet highly intelligent gaze in her dark eyes; she looked almost
17 for god's sake with those heavy bosoms filling her bras to bursting.  A
shameful fantasy I confess whenever I see her in a swimsuit.  She was
dressed as a sexy fox with her ears poking out from a grey newsboy hat. 
She wore short denim shorts with red stalkings down her wicked stems into a
pair of tennis shoes.  Her top was white sleeveless button up tide above
her belly, and from behind I saw a red and white tipped tail long and
fluffy much like Sparkles.  Last but most certainly not least was the
beautiful Sandi, long blue grey bunny ears cleverly glued to her own ears,
a pink painted nose with white painted bunny lips under and whiskers glued
on like Sparkles.  A matching blue grey leotard and white tights under over
her legs, and big fluffy tail at the back.  Lord have mercy!

   I was about to greet the girls when I noticed two others in tow, Sandi's
I dare say far more beautifully innocent little blonde blue eyed angel of a
12 year old sister Amber, who was dressed in one of her brownie scouts
uniforms with added tears and blood splatter and makeup making her look
like a girl scout zombie, remembering that Peach and her friends were gonna
be zombies tonight.  She gave a shy smile as I tried not to get too aroused
by her beautiful slender figure in that short
`every-man's-deep-dark-fantasy' scout skirt with the long white socks.

   "Hey Amber." I greeted her.  "Peach is still out with her sisters but
you're just fine to join all of us and wait for her."

   May jump ahead and threw her arms around my neck and pecked me on the
cheek with a hey Uncle Nicky, as she always called me since Sparkle and she
became best friends in the fifth grade.  Returning the peck, I greeted the
other girls and took note of our other little stowaway, a very little one
at that couldn't be more than six.

   Poor little thing looked distraught in a messy and ripped tinker bell
costume and tears staining her face, breaking my heart as I leaned down "My
goodness sweety, what happened here?"

   She looked so sad with those big puppy dog eyes of hers still dripping
tears as Lacey rubbed her head gently "This is my cousin Alli" she said. 
"Some of the bigger kids, Juniors from Jetterson High have been riding
around our neighborhood picking on the small ones, and when she called them
jerks they started pushing her..."

   My outraged and disgusted gaze at Lacey brought a nod and huff...  "They
were PICKING on a little girl?" and Lacey just sighed and rubbed the tiny
child's shoulder.

   "They ruined my costume" she huffed between sobs.

   I gave her a little kiss on the head and wiped her tears away, feeling
so sad for such a little angel's Halloween being ruined like that, and
angry that some 16 to 17 year old shit bags were messing with kids.  The
boys in our towns Highschool wouldn't have the balls to be this stupid. 
Standing up I picked up my cell phone and dialed a young couple of toughs
who'd been trying to get in good with my boss and not wanting to raise any
worries I moved away towards the stairs for a slight bit of privacy and was
sure to speak in my fathers native Serbian dialect.

   "I got a job for you boys...  group of punks from Jetterson High...  you
know them?...  good...  rough em up, not too much and make sure they tell
all the other delinquents to fuck off out of my neighborhood." With a click
I knew that Peter and Nico wouldn't fuck this up.  They were young but they
were smart enough to know what was what and how not to piss me off... 
that's why I always kept em close by.  I was little testy when Nico asked
Sasha out on a date, but he was a gentleman even though I don't doubt they
fucked somewhere close by in a motel or something.  As long as he didn't
dare challenge me like most of these dead beat shitheads that wanted to
date one of my angels and give me the "Let's see who's her daddy now, old
man." Looks.

   "Dad, who were you talking to?" Sparkle asked among a room of surprised
young ladies.  It never failed that my accent that changed from American to
Balkan when I spoke the fatherland tongue, brought some heat to the
fluttering hearts.  I could say something like "Where's the bathroom?" and
"Is that apple for me?" and they still get wet from the sound my wife, god
rest her soul, said made girls think of exotic and dangerous.

   I shook my head "Just a couple of good boys who'll talk to those
bullies...nothing bad." I smiled and flicked my finger under the little
Alli girl's nose making her giggle through those tear stained eyes lighting
her blushing cheeks.

   "Hey dad!"

   Looking up at Kel as she came around and took Alli's hand and put held
it for me to take.  "Didn't mom keep all our old costumes in her closet?" I
nodded "...well why don't you take Alli upstairs and help her pick one,
their all still in perfect condition and much better than tinker bell..."

   Alli's face lit up as she threw her arms around my waist.  Not five
minutes and this little lady already had the biggest crush on me, her
cousin remarked, making the little nymph bury her face towards her chest
and blush beet red.

   Turning my gaze down onto the little angel I asked "Wanna go look for a
costume?" getting an excited nod from her as the girls whooped and hollered
gleefully, obviously happy to be free of the tiny little gidget that they
were probably forced to take with them while their folks took care of their
holiday needs alone.  I didn't care, I was more than happy to take her
upstairs and let her have fun trying on costumes, cause believe it or not,
if you're a kid person like me, its actually fun to watch them play and
prance about in these adorable outfits.  A habit my wife got me stuck on
when our girls were younger, sue me.

   I looked at Amber "Wanna join us?" she shy shook her head, "Can I run
across the street?" she asked.  "Trixie's mom is making pumpkin pie from
REAL pumpkins."

   "Sure thing hon." I said watching her say good bye and then stood at the
doorway to watch her get across the street safely.  Not many cars about,
but still better safe than sorry...  "Call me when you wanna come over,
unless accompanied by an adult, okay?" I hollered after her receiving a
thumbs up.



   Turning around I noticed the girls had already gone out back leaving me
and Alli alone, who just smile a wide smile with a whole mess of pretty
white baby teeth.  I lifted her up with a squeal and carried her up the
stairs, "And now for the grand tour!" I announced with a British accent
bringing a laugh as we climbed.

   On the way I opened the door to Anya's room quietly, holding a finger to
my lips to indicate quiet while I looked in on my napping little bundle of
sunshine and joyness.  Satisfied I closed the door gently and tip toed
away. "who was that?" Alli whispered.  "That was my
dau...er...granddaughter."

   "You're a grandpa?"

   "I certainly am..." I swung the giggling little rug rat around and onto
her feet when we reached my room, stopping at Penny's closet, as the room
had two, hers and mine.  I stopped suddenly, realizing I'd not opened this
door since I'd found Cherish in here four years ago holding a picture of
her mom and crying.

   "What's the matter?" Alli asked.

   I looked at the little girl with the flash of that day in my mind... 
Cherish had come home from school weeping cause a bully had the audacity to
tease her for not having a mom and even with excruciatingly bad form joked
that it was HER fault Penny died.  The only time I'd dare go into that
closet since my wife died...  Bailey and Sasha went in from time to time to
rummage but never when I was in the room knowing I didn't like to see it.
But that day I sat inside and held my youngest who had been weeping so hard
she could barely breath.  She'd broken my heart when she asked me if I was
mad at her, saying that had her mommy not had to have her, she wouldn't
have died.  Not much in this world can make me cry anymore but that did it.
I sang Charlotte's song to her and held her as we sat in the middle of the
big closet, even telling her for the first time that she was the only of
the five that I myself had named.  I told her that when I lost Penny, I was
left with the most precious jewel of her soul left to Cherish, and that's
why I named her Cherish in the first place.  To remember that this little
girl was what Penny wanted so much that nothing, not even dying could stop
her from having her.  I closed the door that day with a smiling daughter
who's bond with me had grown deeper and more intense and never looked back.

   "What's the matter Mr.  Belko?"

   Smiling at the tyke, "It's Belkovic sweety, but call me Nick or Nicky."
I said opening the closet suddenly "and nothing's wrong...just got lost in
thought."

   Alli came in behind me as I went to the big trunk in the back and pulled
it out, opening to reveal an assortment of carefully cased in plastic wrap
costumes from the children's earlier days.  Turning to her, "Want me to
leave while you pick and dress?" but she just shook her head no and lifted
her arms for me to help her lift her messy tinker bell costume off of her.

   As she stood there in her pink Dora the explorer undies and yellow socks
with little green sandals I suddenly felt the rush come through me.  That
dark rush that prevailed every time I'd become aroused by my own children
years before...  where the fuck this rush comes from God only knows...  my
mind courses to the brim with pure unadulterated lust and need.  What was
innocent and pure becomes dark and savage in a moments time...  I just
drank in her white baby fat flesh and wanted to see more.

   "Alli...  some of these had their own underwear for them...  wanna
take...  take off those you have on?" I stammered, delighted at her quick
nod before she pushed em down.  Now treated to the site of a tight little
crevice that the darkest part of my soul was calling for.

   I smiled and pulled her close, bringing her to stand before me with her
back to my chest, facing the trunk.  "Let's see what we have in here shall
we?" I said caressing her little shoulders.  So soft and slender as she
bent over thrusting her tiny little backside into my waist.

   Playfully I pinched the left cheek "Whoa now, fanny time." I joked
making her squeal with the pinch and playfully slap at my hand laughing
"Stop it, Mr.  Nicky."

   Giving her a mock sad look and a silly `Sawwy' as I caressed the spot I
pinched, never removing my hand.  Remarkable how easy it is when they are
so innocent that such a touch does not for a second register as
unfriendly...  but unfriendly, or better yet, too friendly is what it most
certainly was.

   She hummed happily rummaging, asking about this costume and that as I
rubbed her flesh from her arms down to her belly.  I tried to answer them
all in the time we were there but my mind had become a cloud of messy
thoughts and dirty needs.  Finally whispering "You're very pretty Alli."

   Alli giggled and moved back into my allowing my hands to rub dangerously
low as she turned her head to kiss my lips with a peck.

   "What was that?" I joked

   "Nothing..." she coyly shook her head and blushed.

   "Nothing my big toe!" I nudged my nose into her neck "That was a kiss,
almost a big girl kiss, are you my little girlfriend now?" I teased

   She nodded fiercely "But it WAS a big girls kiss."

   "Almost..."

   Alli screwed her face up challenged and kissed me again with her eyes
open in that innocent happy stare, holding her lips to mine comically
longer than normal before pulling away.  "mmm..." I said "Delicious...  but
as pretty as you are, I'm not sure you're really ready to be my girlfriend,
yet."

   "why not?" she pouted.

   "Because..." my hands moved low, bringing my fingers to her tiny slit.
Her eyes lowered to where my touch had crossed a severe barrier. 
"...because if you were my girlfriend...  you'd like it if I touched you
here..."

   She looked curiously into my eyes, then back down between her legs where
my finger was rubbing gently in her tiny snatch.  "do you...like it ...when
I touch you here?" She shrugged and looked at me with those big blue eyes
of hers.  I leaned in gently nuzzling her cheek with my nose making her
smile, while my fingers traced her undeveloped labia, bringing giggles as I
kissed around her neck.

   "I'll stop if you want me to..." I lied like most do when over taken
with poison desire.  "...if you don't like it, that's okay...  if you do,
we can keep it secret, and be secret boyfriend and girlfriend forever."

   My smile must have melted some of her resolve as she smiled back and
nodded `yes' to which I asked again, "Yes?...  yes you want me to stop, or
yes...  you wanna be my little fairy tale princess?"

   She giggled.  "You be my prince, I'll be your princess."

   With that I kissed her again knowing this was going happen no matter
what.  She kept her eyes open even when I pushed my tongue past her lips,
she just tried to clumsily follow, being a grown up girl for her new
`boyfriend' who actually wanted to kiss her.  From experience I'd know soon
enough that at this time she'd be a little nervous and confused, not sure
if she's doing the right thing but liking the attention.  For now however,
as my hands palmed her tiny buttocks, running the tip of my finger through
her 6 year old privates, there was no guilt, only need...  the guilt would
come later when the darkness faded.

   Pulling away I saw her timid posture till she was looking around
uncertain.  I simply smiled and told her she was so pretty, but the fear
was already there, she just didn't know how to articulate that fear just
yet.  I leaned back and opened my pants, her expression remained the same
unaware almost listless stare she'd developed in a matter of seconds, even
when my pulsing cock came into her view.  I reached for her hand and guided
the tiny fingers to my shaft which Alli pulled back suddenly with a hushed
`no' and slight shake of the head, only to receive my "shhh, its okay
sweety, it's okay...  touch it."

   Her tiny fingers wrapped around my prick by command not desire and held
there while I savored the feeling.  Never had I felt the sensational touch
of one so young and innocent, the darkness in me that wanted bad, wanted
her now more than ever.

   "Lay down sweetness." My voice must have been monstrously wicked cause
she jumped as if I'd snapped at her with menacing fangs.

   Alli looked around herself before finally climbing onto the floor and
laying on her back, allowing me to spread open her prepubescent thighs for
a closer look at the glorious vision of smooth and untouched child pussy.
My only desire was to lean in and take in the sweet scent of her aroma
before my tongue slithered out and parted her crevice making the child
squeak uncomfortably fearful.  I only further gave her the `sh' noises
repeatedly, grinning as I devoured her tiny quim with my tongue and kiss.

   Her taste was excruciatingly delicious upon my lips in the time I spent
hunched over the pitiful child molesting, robbing her of that first stage
of innocence.  `If I had to suffer why shouldn't she' a dark voice kept
calling out inside of me.

   God I could no longer stand it, I needed her, now.  Rising slowly and
smiling down at my little conquest I asked "Alright honey?" to which she
shook her head no and said "I wanna get dressed."...  Shaking my head this
time I told her to just hang on a little longer and we'd go get candy,
treats, and all sorts of fun stuff.  Alli nodded and lay still that I could
take my cock in my fist and run the tip through her tiny slit.  She was so
small there was no possible way my cock was going to go deeper than half
the mushroom without damage, so I did just that...  pushing half the head
inside and stroking the shaft furiously.

   My eyes cast upon her tiny body, which gave no response to stimulation,
but just lay there absent and accepting without choice as my own hips
pushed gently with each stroke made by my fist.  My vision blurring and
teeth clenching as my orgasm neared at just the overtly stimulating sight
of such a small orifice just barely opening for half the head of my dick.

   "Oh!" I huffed.  "Almost there princess, my little girlfriend...  my
sweet, oh, sweet Alli!"

   Keeping my eyes open was impossible now as the far too exciting scene
brought my boiling orgasm surging from my balls and through my shaft
drowning Alli's little premature vagina in white water.  This caused her to
groan in shock and disgust but she remained as the last ropes of my man
jizz covered her belly and little 6-year-old tits.

   Groaning and moaning out the last of my orgasm, I reached for her
discarded undies and wiped her clean telling her what a precious and good
little girl she was, and how she made me so happy.  She giggled a little
when I tickled her as she got up and stared down at herself without daring
to touch anything with her fingers as I cleaned her.  Leaning in I kissed
her cheek and thank her for making me feel better...

   "Were you sick?" she asked.

   "Sort of, honey...  but thanks to you I feel so much better, thank you."

   Alli returned my hug and asked if we could go now and I stopped her with
`we still have to dress you in a costume.' ...  She said "oh" and watched
as I found a very colorful and beautiful 60's girl costume.  Pink, white,
purple psychedelic swirls down a knee-high skirt and long bell sleeves,
with little white tights to wear under.  She seemed very pleased when she
saw herself in the mirror and twirled over and over as I dressed.

   Looking at myself in the bedroom mirror as I finished my costume I
wanted to smash my head into the glass and curse at the horrible shit I've
done to this trusting child.  Wondering why all control went out the
fucking window every time the blood rushed with arousal at these delicate
angels.  "What kind of sick fuck are you!" I screamed at myself in thought
"You just met this girl and she trusted you enough to let you help her and
this is how you negate that trust?  Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK
YOU!!!!" my inner hatred repeated as I smiled at the playful and pretty
child who no doubt will bury this last half hour deep and dare not confront
it thus ensuing deep emotional damage in the future.  "Goddamn you!" my
mind cursed at me.

   "Ready to get some goodies?" I asked.

   She nodded enthusiastically taking my hand and hugging herself close as
if nothing ever happened.  "Good, you can get her again sometime...  NO
FUCK OFF NO!!!" my emotional conflict was never betrayed as I lifted her in
my arms and carried her giggling at my tickles down the hall and stairs, to
the party out back.

   Three of the 32inch flat screens were out on the back patio with the
movie The Lost Boys playing, the scene when Lost in the Shadow's dominated
the ambiance while the vampire's led by David were tailed by Michael from
the rear as they taunted and teased their unknowing recruit.  I watched the
movie while setting Alli down to the gaggle of girls who cooed and fawned
over her outfit, begging her to strut and model it for them.  The song from
the movie drowned out their voices allowing me to pick up a Budlight beer
and down it slowly savoring the brisk cold taste while I got lost in
thought watching the motorbikes tear up the beach.

   Sparkle's touched jolted me from my growing trance as she locked
concerned eyes on me.  She looked around to see that no one could hear us
as she leaned into me "Are you alright, dad?"

   Feeling a knot in my throat that wanted to burst I only took a deep
breath and said "I love you baby..." to which she smiled as I pulled her
close, whispering so no one else could hear.  "I love you more than life
itself, and I wanna be with you forever." The sudden burst of emotion made
her look like she was ready to cry as she hugged me back, just begging
herself not to kiss me the wrong way in front of everyone.

   "I love you too daddy..." then whispered.  "I will be yours forever...
with oceans of love."

   IV.

   Backyard decorations for the Belkovic house that Samhain was something
for the history books indeed...  the girls had rented a concert stage with
a big backdrop curtain of burgundy velvet behind them with tall speakers
left and right and a DJ towards the back right side with his mix table in
front of him.  I believe he was Lacey's older brother who was back in town
from Northern Nevada where he attended school.  About ten feet to the right
of the stage and ten feet to the left in caddy cornered formation were two
long tables one with food and snacks and another with more speakers for the
band instruments, tonight they wouldn't play however, as they had a gig at
the Highschool tonight.  They called themselves Malfoi and though they
dressed more like metal heads they sounded too hip-hop R&B for my taste,
but all the girls in town loved em.

   The roar of the party fires burning in the specially placed spits around
the big back yard were drowned out by the sounds of music, laughter,
conversations, and anecdotes.  The place was booming with costumed bodies
consuming alcoholic and none alcoholic beverages left and right, snacks and
candies, chips with dips, even hotdogs and burgers and plenty of
alternative vegan specials, for our alternative friends Brooke and Randy
Dawson.

   Brooke was born under the surname Paccone but chose to take his new
husbands surname as his own even though Randy at times proved to be the
more effeminate one, like tonight.  I stood with the Dawson's, along with
Ted Friendly (Trixie's dad), Ron Favier (May and Maya's dad) and Eli Baker
(an African American bachelor from two streets down who throws incredible
patty's day parties).  Ted and Eli didn't bother to wear costumes (lucky
pricks), while Ron was dressed like Ron Weasely while his wife dressed as
Lavender Brown (who for some reason felt strongly that Hermione didn't
belong with Ron.  How do we know this stuff, be a parent, these movies will
be a part of your life too) and as for Brooke he was dressed as He-Man (of
the Dolf Lundgren persuasion) and Randy came as a naughty country cow poke
chick with a blonde wig with pigtails (Oddly resembling a more golden
version of Sasha's Rhoda Penmark wig) and tight daisy dukes.  We all played
along and gave our best country red neck quips and each gave a friendly ass
grab to be cool.

   Over the speaker playing Incubus Succubus's Samhain, Ted ever the group
joker managed to raise his voice for a couple of good dark comedy side
splitters such as "What do you tell a girl with a black eye? ...  Nothing
she aint heard already." Along with "What do you call a baptized
Mexican?... Bean Dip." To which we all nearly choked on our beers laughing
at.  Eli even dared gold old Teddy to give us the most racist joke he could
possibly think of off the top of his head, and after a few moments we got
it.

   "Okay, okay..." Ted took a stance that said `get ready for this' "I'm
not in the market to offend a good buddy, El, you sure you wanna hear it?"

   Eli just nodded and said "Ya'll Cracker Jack honkey's got nothing I aint
heard before...  out with it whitey."

   Ted gave a nod of thanks for making it so much easier as he floored us
with a Theodore Kyle Friendly original...  "What is the difference between
shit and a black man?" we all stood silent cause this had to be bad. 
"Well, after a while when shit gets old it turns white and stops smelling
so bad."

   The `Oh's and `that's fucked up' were only interrupted by a couple of
the wives who heard it and came giving `bad Ted!  Bad!' swats all over the
poor guy.  Eli was bent at the waist with his watering eyes shut tight
trying to breath from laughing so hard.  He only began to calm a little
when he lifted his eyes and caught sight of my Sasha across the lawn giving
him eyes right back.

   I admit at first I felt a twinge of racial hatred shank my heart for a
moment but then stopped myself when that thought hit `so what, if they do
anything or have done anything, big deal...don't be fuckin jealous.' So I
just smiled and caught his eyes when he turned back and almost looked
frozen when he realized he was caught.  I just gave an upward nod of my
head as a silent `it's cool' and smiled.  He returned it as the others
calmed and asked for one more joke before Julia (Ted's wife who was dressed
as the sexiest Jessica Rabbit with her hair dyed red) began to pull at him.


   "Okay, okay...one sec honey." He got her to stop tugging a moment as he
went on to tell one last joke.  "I got a good one for ya.  Roger is on his
deathbed, wheezing and ready to go any minute.  He calls his wife JULIE and
says `Honey, promise me something before I die.' She takes his hand and
says `anything my dear, anything, what?' and he points out the window at
his next-door neighbor TED who's innocently mowing his lawn and says `Marry
Ted when I am gone.' Now Julie is confused as hell and says `But Roger I
thought you hated Ted.' And with his dying breath Roger takes her hand,
kisses it, and says `I do.'"

   As we all broke into fits of laughter mostly at the use of his and his
wife's names, we couldn't deny the furious red eyes coming from Julia as
she stared daggers at her husband who put his hands up in squeamish
protest, before she stalked away dramatically with him following behind
with `baby, baby, It was a joke, a joke.' Only making it that much more
hilarious for us.

   Swigging my beer I looked for my girls and the only ones I could cast
eyes on were Sasha who came over and pulled Eli's attention from us all,
giving a sway of her ass in my direction that seemed to say `jealous?' and
of course I was.  Bailey was talking to her friends and co-workers who
showed up an hour after everybody else.  One of these co-workers was a lot
like her, (a transgendered) who also made a glorious appearance that
suggested she was never a he, but no matter how beautiful, my Bailey was
the far more beautiful than she, and most any other gal in the world as far
as I was concerned.  She was so pretty when laughing and shooting me a
glance and wave with a kiss blown in my direction, God I loved that girl.

   I always got a surge from my lovely Bay, a perfect girl in every way. 
She was sweet as candy corn dipped in chocolate to me, especially when Kel
and I were unable to consummate our ever-growing love affair after Anya's
birth, until such time she was ready.  Sneaking in to suck her daddy's cock
and feed me her delicious ass while biting down on the pillow to keep from
crying out too loud.  Getting hard just remembering how much I loved
watching Kel suck Bailey's long hard cock while my transgendered daughter
sucked mine.  Being a fair but loving father in spite of the shitbag I tend
to become at times, I've learned to suck Bailey's cock pretty well myself.
It may sound strange but when she told me that my head was among the best
she's received from most guys, I felt a swell of pride.  Fuck, that Miko
Mido La Blue Girl costume of hers was driving me crazy.

   `You watch your children like a sex offender in a Santa Suit outside of
dying malls baby gap' feeling a throb in my head as those voices made a
thundering remark out of nowhere.

   Thank god for the events that shifted my attention following the steady
flow of DJ Demi DiMarco's music choices for the dark harvest seasonal
holiday of all Hallows Eve.

   The music shifted from time to time between Schawyze's Get you Home,
Kingston's Take you There, to my favorites by Blue Oyster Cult and Golden
Earring.  Burning for You, Don't Fear the Reaper, Radar love and Twilight
Zone held the floor for some good old time Highschool rock dancing, but the
girls went wild when Candy's Going Bad boomed in the box and soon had each
of my daughters pulling their group of friends to their own pockets of the
yard to show off their sexiest dance skills.

   Sparkle and her friends being the biggest Clique of their school,
dressed as sexy critters were on the stage wagging their tails at everyone
who at first shot nervous glances at me but knowing I was a good trouper
and playing along shouted their lusty approvals with help from their wives
and girlfriends.  Lacey, ever the leader actually pulled her top down a
couple of times teasing the men who silenced a moment and then as the other
three through nervous timid fits of giggles flashed the audience once
themselves, gaining roars from the crowd.

   Candy took the pearls, got a head of the girls, Got on top and found the
secret entrance, Are you satisfied?  Through neon doors, `cross killing
floors, She got sucked into champagne desert Are you satisfied?

   On the left scaffold where the treats were once set now stood six
younger teen girls in their best zombie outfits, sexy and quite revealing
would not be outdone by the older girls.  My Peach was a zombie hooker who
nervous at first, mooned the audience and then got her friends to do so
too. Blonde Amber was a zombie Brownie Scout with her skirt torn up her
thigh, Maya was a zombie swimmer with part of her one piece suit torn where
the zombie's had `bit' her.  She was a sexy doll already, but if her older
sister May were any indication, she'd be a goddess very soon.  Sevina was
dressed as a zombie catholic school girl with a broken rosary well stitched
into the costume (I never thought blasphemy would be so cute), while
Sharlotta was a zombie 50's preppy girl, long pink skirt with poodle on the
hem and frilly laced white shirt, torn from being `attacked' by the
monsters.  Trixie, (Ted and Julia's little girl) was a cheerleader with
gore all over her left arm indicating that had been where they got her. 
God these kids were creative...

   Daddy said: I'll break your bones If you come dressed in peacock cloths
Mother said: quit the show She didn't want the neighbors to know.  Candy
had to quit the show!

   I almost thought Ted would get furious when Trixie mooned the audience
herself but accidentally showed us all her little `bun taco' from behind.
When we caught each other's eyes he just winked and all I could think was
`Holy shit, no way'.  She was not alone when the others realized what had
happened and more so realized that many of the adults and teens had their
cell phones recording it.  Sharlotta, Amber, and Sevina turned and gave the
same, winking tight back door doodoo holes with honey glazed pink slit
camel toes and all.  Peach and Maya shook their heads laughing `no' but
plastered their panty clad rears all the same.

   Well, Candy didn't care, when she started her affairs With the studs and
the mares of the night.  Are you satisfied?  Teddy knows the rule, of the
underground school, He's got Candy wrapped `round his finger.  Are you
Satisfied?

   It hit me why this had to be a favorite of Ted's as well as mine, his
fucking name is in it, we laughed.  Looking to the right platform where the
speakers had been moved aside for the youngest girls to stroll like a
catwalk showing off their sexy preteen costumes.  I couldn't help but think
as Emmie (who looked like a very young Estella Warren) came out dressed as
a pirate with her hair up in princess Leia buns and a skirt that was so
short you could see her panties pulled tight to her underaged crevice,
`what a mind fuck this night is gonna be for us all.'

   Daddy says; I'll break your bones If you don't get your ticks off the
phone Mother said; quit the show She didn't want the neighbors to know!!!

   Eveline was slender brown haired and though she may seem plain looking
at times, if you look into her eyes, those innocent eyes, you'll be her
puppy dog for life, came dressed as Dorothy with her own little Yorkie,
whom she named Toto (no need for confusions I guess) in a basket under her
arm.  Cute as hell, but the way she twirled her skirt revealing her long
white leggings and undies gave me a shiver.  She was followed by Hope who
was a vixen in the most innocent way possible, except for tonight as she
dressed as a flat chested Elvira mistress of the dark.  Karina who was the
smallest skinniest thing ever was dressed as a purple harem girl with the
sassy blonde Kate behind her as Princess Aurora in a cleverly made dress of
pink and blue splashed together as in that scene when the fairies fought
and messed the birthday girls dress.  Katia was Wilma Flintstone with plush
Pebbles in her arms, which she suggestively brought around her front and
imitated breast-feeding.  Liliana was a flapper girl from the prohibition
era, giving the perfect shakes and twirls that coincided with the dances of
that time.  As all the girls took the stage their innocence was shattered
when they got too old for their bodies and danced the sexiest number of the
night.  Refusing to let the older girls have the parties favor, they
flashed bare chests and panty down the buttocks moon poses that left their
hairless clefts exposed longer but not without merciless teasing.

   Candy's going bad - got a room to let Candy's going bad - got pimp named
Ted Candy's going bad - long green's where it's Candy's going bad - she got
stars in her head!

   Before you could guess what would happen next, they dropped to their
hands and knees facing away but obedient to the stage as mist (no doubt
from our mist making machine I rented but hadn't found use for yet) rose in
the archway and out stepped their little leader, my youngest, and deepest
of my desires, Cherish.

   The roar of applauds ended with the music when the girls all made
formations around the stage and platforms.  Cherish was hoisted by her arms
with the help of Lacey and Sandi's boyfriends Peter and Georgie.  I got the
distinct feeling this was all staged when all the girls became rather well
choreographed in their movements around my little Brigid Bazlen as she was
carried unto the main stage and from under the stag big plush pillows were
brought out and tossed around in synchronized fashion.

   Everyone held their breaths as my little girl laid upon the stag on her
knees and front, her head down with her hair cascading all about and her
arms and hands extended directly before her.  `Oh my god' I thought `She's
not going to do it is she?  She's gonna do Salome's King of King's dance...
oh god I am going to hell and I took my babies with me.'

   The music was not what I expected but only enhanced the growing sexual
tensions...  SSQ's Tonight boomed in the speakers, the same music that
Linnea Quigley stripped to in the 1985 horror film Return of the Living
Dead.  `Oh Jesus Christ!' I thought `She's not only going to act out my
biggest childhood masturbation catalyst, she's doing it to the song her mom
and I have played when fucking.' Was it coincidence that she picked that
song, or did she somehow know...  two things that boiled my blood the
most...  and my little girl, my youngest, my unspoken soul mate was going
to use them.

   In darkness you will find me I dance among the dead But very soon I'll
need to hunt the scent of blood instead.

   She rose up upon the nearest pillow in a pose that resembled an
Odalisque painting.  Shooting her gaze to her left directly into my eyes as
if I were king Herod who had offered her her own mother's crown is only
she'd dance for me.  Her eyes were painted that same light blue shade with
her dark eyebrows and babish cheeks that made them stand out cat like and
smoldering when gazed upon.  Her lips untouched by any lipstick, but
natural and thin but plush the same.  Cherish's expression never changed
from one of patient and plotting mischief, god she was Brigid's Salome
living and breathing before us.  The orange harem girl skirt leggings
fluttered as she moved, her taunt belly, milky white captured the
enraptured breathless gaze of all who dared to look upon her...  perfect, I
dare say some of us muttered in whispering need.

   Cherish lowered her head as she splayed just a big with the rise of the
music, her cobra adored crown never falling as her dark hair did like
drapes hiding her face, before rising those catlike eyes and wanton smirk
directed at me.  Rising from your earthbed It thickens in the air A smell
both sweet and rancid, I know that you are near

   Cherish rose with her arms extended left and right and left, where her
hands fell as her elbows bent downward, she was actually doing the dance
move for move, unbelievable.

   Tonight we'll make love till we die Tonight we'll make love till we die!

   Her hands shooting skyward as she moved about with her hips shaking the
orange skirt legs about, her tummy so perfect and inviting as she coursed
around us.  Her dips and sways could be timed perfect to those of Brigid's,
bringing a quick remembrance of how my wife her mother had tried to do this
dance for my fantasy, but wearing a blue harem girl outfit and tiara with
veils only created nothing as close to my heart as this dance had done,
bless both their hearts.

   I know you think I'm nasty But I am no common girl I once slept with the
devil it was really no big thrill

   The music thundered around us with her Egyptian walk with her hips and
bottom twirling and sashaying about with delicious ease.  I could not
breath, I could not even swallow the growing bubble in my throat with every
harrowing thump of my heartbeat.  Her eye's would catch mine time and time
again, and in her eyes I saw it, whether it was conscious or subconscious,
my youngest daughter was dancing for me, for her Herod, she was offering
herself...  to me!

   The passion of the killers Who lie in wait for me Just show my own
meaning of death in ecstasy Tonight we'll make love till we die Tonight
we'll make love till we die!  Tonight we'll make love till we die Tonight
we'll make love till we die!

   Goddamn if she didn't beckon me close as she climbed a table taking two
bottles of beer as she sat upon it, twirled, and held one behind her at
arms length and the other held towards me with a big mischievous grin. 
Like a bozo I played into the scene and reached for it to have the bottle
snatched away with her movements sliding her down the table with the bottle
discarded down the other end.  Cherish rose before me picking up the hem of
her orange skirt and lifted it part way above her head, leaving enough to
keep her dark panties beneath covered exposing one juicy leg before she
playfully twirled about.

   I want you to seduce me with your terror in the cold Make love and let
me bleed to death before I get too old I am not your enemy and surely not
your friend But share with me your morbid love, we are the living dead. 
Tonight we'll make love till we die Tonight we'll make love till we die!

   The near 11 year old Brigid Bazlen of mine flaunted her Gyppo dance
before placing one palm atop the other with her arms extended towards me,
mouthing the words "anything I want?" with a grin.  She turned and with a
dancing run towards the stage where to my surprise, the boys must have
placed a throne without any taking notice.

   Tonight we'll make love till we die Tonight we'll make love till we die!
Tonight we'll make love till we die Tonight we'll make love till we die! 
Tonight we'll make love till we die!!

   Raising her arms she fell seductively spread out upon the throne with
her eyes on mine, raising her legs in one pose after another, mirroring
Salome.  Cherish slowly lowered to the floor with a quick tuck of her whole
body that would gently spread out again as she sat her back against the
seat of the red velvet throne.  She took our breath away as her left knee
rose centered and allowed her leg to extend seductively.  The music fading
with the chorus repeating softly, her chest heaving just a bit as my
daughter smiled and looked at me.

   "I want the head of John the Baptist, daddy..." her voice breaking the
silence.

   The thunderous applause for her spectacular performance left my little
girl blushing and burying her face in her hands while I fell back into a
lawn chair hoping my heart would calm down before it was too late.  Ted
walked up and slapped my back laughing, sharing a knowing grin.  I half
wanted to pull him aside and exchange tales like a gaggle of school girls,
and the other half wanted to wreck him against the wall.  I just looked
away from him, casting my gaze to my daughter who ran from the stage and
onto my lap, bringing heavy fits of laughter as my weight with her hopping
onto me made the white plastic chair give out and throw us both back onto
the grass.

   Cherish just laughed and held onto me, kissing my cheek and cuddling
after we got up and took a sturdier seat.  Everyone was wild for the
performances the girls put on before and during the Salome set.  Showing
their cell phone pictures both naughty and nice to the embarrassment and
blushing of the girls.

   Couldn't help but be the only to notice that as Ted stood behind his
daughter, her face dropped for a moment with sadness before perking up a
brave smile.  My eyes traveled to see that Ted had his hand on his
daughter's ass in the midst of a crowd that wouldn't take notice.  Trixie
looked at me, and her eyes for that second they held mine spoke of misery
and suffering at that hand that held her there, before darting away and
flickering on mine from time to time.  I held my daughter as a loving
father should and felt the pious need to eradicate my old friend for
hurting his little angel in such a way, but then again who the hell was I
to judge him.  Me of all people...

   In spite of Cherish's knowing or unknowing offer of herself to my
desires, I swore I would not, even though as the crowd moved away and
proceeded to party, my hands were begging me to let them wander her tender
flesh.  There was no way she couldn't know what affect she had on me
tonight.  Not when she was in my lap with her panty and sheer legging
skirted costume was all that separated her bottom from my tight deputy's
slacks and incredibly hard groin.  I groaned inwardly as she moved upon it
without giving any indication she felt it.

   "Did you like my dance, dad?"

   My hand upon her knee, struggling not to rise higher I said "I will
never forget this night as long as I live...  it was EVERYTHING I dreamed
of baby doll."

   She giggled and hugged me close, her legs shifting to wrap around me,
now feeling my hardness against her panty clad mound, grinding with
purpose? My shock as her lips kissed mine then my cheek and as she buried
her face over my shoulder, her lips touched my neck.

   "That dance was for you daddy?" she whispered.

   I held her in a trance, lost in my mind, ready to weep at how beautiful
this love was and how much I wanted to kill myself right now to protect
her. "Why are you doing this?" My mind cried out to me "She's perfect, they
all are and you're ruining them, you're ruining what you have...  do you
really believe that Sparkle wants to be your new wife now?  She's ashamed
and in pain and you did that to her, you fucker, you faggot, you should go
blow your fucking brains out now!  NOW!"

   "Daddy, are you alright?" Cherish pulled away looking concerned.

   I hadn't realized a tear had escaped my eye till I felt it stain my
cheek.  My eyes roamed the party for any who may or may not have taken
notice, and I saw her.  My daughter Sparkle looking at me, I knew she could
see my struggle and she simply smiled, but that smile did nothing to mask
her disdain at the affection I was sharing with her younger sister.  My
voices had to be wrong, they just had to...  she was jealous...  she really
did want to be with me.

   "Daddy?" Cherish asked again.

   `You're deluding yourself, asshole!' the voices started again.  `She's
not jealous, she's worried about you with this little one you can't even
hold without popping wood for, ya goddamn queer!  You know it!  You know
it's gonna happen, you're gonna break this one tonight, when she's trying
to sleep, you fucking pervert, you monster!  She's going to go the sleep,
but not before she cries herself after what YOU do to her!'

   "DADDY!" Cherish finally snapped me from my trance "You're scaring me."

   She looked scared, worried as she stroked my face.  Her hands were so
gentle and sweet with her eyes so full of love.  Kel had only begun to look
at me like that after she realized she was having my baby...  Penny looked
at me like that the night I made love to her the first time in my shoddy
apartment.

   `Made love' came the voice `you goddamn sicko, you didn't make love, you
RAPED the girl, just like her sister.  Don't you remember, she cried, she
pushed and begged you to stop, but you sure as hell didn't.  YOU DIDN'T
STOP!'

   "I'm fine baby" I told her, pulling her head under my chin and holding
her tight.

   `Just come in for a little so I can take a leak.' The voice mocked what
I'd said to Penny that night.  `Then I'll take you home kiddo.  But you
didn't take her home...  you took her to your mattress, gave her a soda and
put your arm around her.  You knew she was scared, she was only 13 for fuck
sake you monster!  She begged, she pleaded, she promised not to tell if you
just let her go, but you had those panties down and you slapped her across
the face and fucked that poor girl into loving you whether she wanted to or
not!...  you did the same damn thing to Sparkle!  You HIT them and then
fucked them!  Your daughter, your son, they both lied about their bruises
to protect you, the creature that promised them love and then like a
savage, violates them!  You fucking fuck!!'

   "Sweetheart." I pushed her back a little and gazed into her eyes.  "I
love you, you know that right?"

   Cherish was brave but nothing could hide the growing concern, she just
nodded.  "Sweety, no matter what...  I love you, all of you, no matter what
happens.  You are the most important part of me..."

   She looked like she was about to cry so I smiled and lied.  "Its okay,
honey, its just, your dance moved me so deep...  I can hardly keep myself
under control, I loved it so much...  see what you do to strong men?"

   Cherry Doll giggled abit and hugged and kissed me again.  Thankfully the
stage lit up again as George came onto the stage dressed like Michael
Jackson for Thriller, the boy was half black and just dark enough to pull
it off, but he had to lip sync to the music as his own voice was too deep
for the King of Pop, god rest his soul.  May and Maya's mom Rae came into
the stage with him as she was dressed in blue jeans and tight white shirt
that no one dared inform her was almost perfectly see through.  The video
version of the song played as they reenacted the whole thing with the
zombie girls and other zombie costumed partygoers joining in.  Quite the
scene...  even Randy Dawson got in on the dance number by splashing some
fake blood on his costume.

   A real treat for the audience came when instead of Vincent Price, my
oldest Bailey in her Miko Mido outfit took up a microphone and in an evil
voice laid out the verse.

   Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand. 
Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize your neighborhood The
foulest stench is in the air the funk of forty thousand years And grizzly
ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom And though you
fight to stay alive your body starts to shiver.  For no mere mortal can
resist the evil of the a THRILLER

   Price's laugh came booming from the speakers brining a roar and jump
from the crowd that turned to loud applause and laughter.  Cherish and I
clapped loud and fierce for the incredible performance that ended with
everyone giving a loud "ooooh" when Rae kissed George on the stage for a
playfulness of the crowd.  Brooke nudged Ron who watched his wife kiss the
teenage boy with a fierce blush on his cheeks.  Sandi gave a warning finger
extended at Rae with a big smile of her own while taking her boyfriends
hand and leading him away.

   I couldn't help but notice how Ron didn't seem all that fazed by Rae
kissing the boy, especially when I noticed how tenderly Brooke laid his
hands on the man's hip when no one else looked.  `No way.' Something about
the way the stood there alone spoke volumes.  `Ron?  With Brooke Dawson? 
What about Randy?  What about Rae?' The very thought of the marriage vows
the two must be violating almost caused a violent stir in me until my own
voices mocked me more over `what?  Those two can fuck in private?  At least
they're not child trafficking pedophiles like you, cocksucker!'

   The thought coursed through my brain when the view of homosexuality and
the word pedophile invaded all at once.  How amazed I was that the higher
number of boy touchers and molesters in my experience (at work mostly) were
heterosexual married men.  A bad argument for gays not to be allowed to
adopt considering that they tend to be more family oriented than most... 
if a two gendered couple had kids they were both ignoring them too much or
one was touching on em.  One gendered couples on the other hand were doting
and always protecting, the chances of abuse were far lower with them than
the other side...  how fucking unfair and strange that is all at once. 
Right now though, my wishes for Brooke and Randy to have a kid went soft at
the thought of Randy finding out and divorcing Brooke's ass leaving the
poor kid they might get without one parent.  Then again, who knows...  I've
known these guys since before Cherish was born and when I broke down crying
after Penny died it was Randy who held me and promised not to tell anyone I
cried like a baby that day in his arms.  For a guy in my business one
cannot afford to be perceived as weak...  these two also were wonderful
sitters for my girls when needed, they loved em like their own nieces and I
know if they found out what I'd done, they gladly kill me and care for the
girls themselves with the love they really truly deserved.  These were good
friends and wonderful people, and I felt shamed every time I let a near
homophobic thought hit my skull like that.  They'd be great parents!

   My thoughts were broken suddenly when I looked up and to my horror
noticed Mandy standing near the entrance of my backyard waving at me trying
to stay out of sight.  She was dressed as the corpse bride, (a favorite of
mine) and obviously hoped to be integrated into my own circle, which I
times, I'd told her was impossible.

   Letting Cherish down I asked Brooke to look after her while I took care
of something.  When Brooke looked towards the gate I thought I was fucked
but he just nodded and said `I got ya, tiger...  take care of business.'
Much to my relief.

   Making sure no one saw us as my hand took her by the elbow and I pulled
her across the way into Ron and Rae's dark empty garage.  I was fuming as
I'd warned Mandy not to come around here as we could both end up in serious
trouble.  `Yeah right' my voices spoke `YOU'D be in deep shit, not her. 
You're just worried about how everyone will look at you if they know you're
fucking the Harlow trash across town.'

   "Wow, we gonna do it in here already." Mandy giggled nervously knowing
that she'd crossed a line.

   "What the fuck!" I growled.

   "I wasn't gonna tell anyone!" she cringed.  "I was gonna say I saw the
party and decided to crash, is all."

   My breathing was raged and my face was red, but I worked hard to
maintain calm, she was just a child is all, just a willful child who
thought she was in love.  `You ruined her for life.' The voices said `You
had a chance to save her and you used her for yourself, you deluded
yourself into thinking she'd be the cure that kept you out of Bailey's
asshole or Sparkle's cooter.'

   "I didn't want to make you mad, Nick." She had tears in her eyes now "I
just...  I just."

   "Just what?...  just wanna come in and raise hell for the one person who
cares about you in this world?  The only guy who gives two shits about the
white trash bottom feeder from Temperance Ave?" My fist hurt as I slammed
it into Ron's meat freezer, cursing myself for the dent it made more than
for the fright it induced in the poor girl.  "I do my best to show you
affection, to make you happy, to give you love, and all I ask is that you
don't make things difficult for my children, why, oh god why the fuck is
that such a chore for you?  Do you hate me, have I done you wrong, HAVE
I!!!"

   `What a shithead' my voices spoke `this is the first time she's ever
done something like this, you prick, she's always been a good obedient sex
slave for the one asshole who doesn't deserve the girl from Temperance Ave'
own Greensleeves Trailer Park!'

   "I...I..." her lower lip was quivering.

   "Don't even cry now, Mandy, don't."

   She sniffled and snorted the tears back taking a breath to obey, but it
was a certainty that she wasn't going to last, so I pulled her in and held
her, rubbing her back as she let go.

   "I missed you." She sobbed.  "I haven't seen you all week and my heart
was breaking I couldn't take it, I need you, I need you, Nick, Daddy
please!"

   When Mandy called me daddy it melted my heart, but right now it made me
wanna slap her I don't know why, but that's what I did.  She cowered and
held her face and I watched in astonished wonder as to how I could do such
a thing.  I was worried, scared, that she'd run away crying that she'd not
let me have her again when I needed her, everything selfish and I couldn't
figure out why, why was I acting like this to such a good person.

   `You are so stupid.' The voices wouldn't leave.  `Remember that day? 
Four years ago she was a little girl begging for a few bucks to eat with
cause her parents wouldn't feed her.  You asshole, you took her to a fast
food restaurant and then to your hotel and made her `pay' for her meal. 
She cried and asked to go home but you just held her down by the neck and
took her.'

   Taking her hand gently I pulled her to me, holding her as she sobbed
into my chest with the "I love you, Nick" coming from her lips over and
over as my arms kept her close.

   `You honestly don't remember do you, faggot!..." I'd give my soul for
these voices to shut the hell up `when you pushed your dick in her, you
were pissed cause she wasn't a virgin.  So without asking you just flipped
her over and held her mouth while she screamed with you forcing your cock
in her ass.  She could have run when it was over but she was too scared,
she was way too scared, she just laid there and let you keep her.  You hurt
the first monster that devoured her when she was little, so when you did
it, it was payment.  Payment, fag boy!  She sucked your cock just like you
sucked their cocks when you wanted food, remember!'

   Stroking Mandy's hair before pushing her back.  "Amanda...  listen."
With that her eyes went wide with fear before covering her ears and shaking
her head no.  I had to grasp her wrists hard while she struggled and wept,
whimpering not wanting to hear what she knew was coming.

   "Amanda!  MANDY!  I care about you."

   "No...no..." she whimpered and gasped.

   "I've hurt you far too long..." she shook her head refusing the words.
"I don't want to hurt you, or anyone, but I have a bad dark ...  I don't
know...  something in me that makes me do this.  It makes me want this...
it feels good and it makes me not want to stop even when I do want to."

   "Your crazy!"

   "YES!" I sneered, she gasped and held still with my eyes burning into
hers.  "I don't LOVE you!  I care about you, but I can never love you... 
and it was horrible, and wrong of me to make you love me.  I hope to god
you NEVER forgive me for this...  cause I don't deserve that.  When you
came to me that day...  when you asked for a few bucks and we talked, you
told me what he did to you and instead of being a good man and ending it.
I...I got hard and wanted the same thing.  I got jealous and wanted
something new, I took the one part he neglected and hurt you."

   "I love you." She whimpered and fell to the floor bawling.  "Please...
please don't do this, please."

   "I have to, Mandy."

   "No!  Please!" she was sobbing and bawling pathetically on the floor
reaching for the cuffs of my pants.  "Daddy!  Daddy don't make me go away,
love me please!"

   I wanted to cry.  Her issues with patriarchal misappropriations were
only increased by my incessant need for innocence and youth that led to
further damage that may never be repaired.  If I had any true care in my
heart I'd have opened my home and treated her good and with tender loving
care, as she'll never been able to find that anywhere else.  Amanda Harlow
was too far gone psychologically to ever be happy with anyone else...  but
that wouldn't happen.

   Reaching down I took hold of her shoulders and lifted her limp body
shaking her roughly through her sobs.  "Stop this!  We can't be together!
It's over!  It's over and done!  You HAVE to move on!"

   "NO!" she shrieked.

   "Listen!  If he ever hurts you again, call me, I'll knock him back in
line and I'll..." before I could finish she clawed my face and ripped my
shirt down the front then sprinted fast away from me.  Her costume
billowing in the dark behind her as she parted down the streets of party
animals getting lost in the crowd.

   Watching her disappear into the world was almost too much to bear
`you're a monster Nicky Bell' my head was throbbing almost as much as my
right knuckles were.  `You could have saved her, but you instead ruined
her, you ruin them all.  You really think that little muffin you had
earlier isn't going to remember her childhood with shame and anguish after
feeling you rub your prick into her cunt?' I rubbed my eyelids and tried to
shake the voices clear.  `Just wait, Nicky boy.  Tonight when they all
leave, that sweet little obsession of yours is going to take a seat on your
lap.  In her innocence she'll think she wants to kiss the man of her
dreams, and she'll try.  Instead of being a good day with a kind sweet kiss
on the lips, you'll part hers with your tongue, she'll be terrified... 
you'll undress her, she'll be terrified, you'll touch her, she'll be
terrified...  you'll fuck her...  she'll be...  ruined...ruined...ruined...
just like the rest.'

   I shook my head running my fingers through my hair and pulled as I began
to weep on my knees.  `Yes, it's happening...  tonight!...  you can't fight
it, you're a bad man, a pervert.'

   "I love them!  I wont hurt them!  They are my whole world, I wont!"

   `Yes you will...  Sparkle doesn't love you like a wife.  She loves you
like a broken daughter who's doing what's expected.  Bailey sleeps at her
friends all the time cause of you.  She confessed her true feelings and you
forced yourself on her as a boy.  A BOY!  You tell yourself it happened
after Penny died, but you lie to your goddamn self, it happened the VERY
night she died.  You raped your son the night his mother died, you
monster!'

   My chest was heaving with sobs as my fingers wracked over my eyes
leaving scratches.  `There is only one way to fix this, Nick...  upstairs,
your gun, the girls will live, they'll be damaged by they'll be safe... 
haha so long as they don't end up with Ted"

   "ENOUGH!!!"

   I spun around the room looking in every direction, that was not my
voice, but I heard it loud the same.  "Leave him alone!" The voice boomed
again, loud as if it were not even in my head, yet only I heard it.  The
voices stopped, the new voice said nothing more.

   "Who?  Where are you?" I called out.

   V.

   I was standing in Ron's garage looking around for something and nothing
when I heard a new voice, a little boy's voice.  My eyes roused to the
right of me where I saw him, Bailey...  my son...  almost 11 years old
holding me as he cried to the news of his mother passing that morning. 
He'd sworn to me that he'd be good to his new sister who was still in the
hospital being cared for.

   Watching myself confused, I remembered that night when I'd returned home
to tell my kids that their mother wasn't coming back.  They'd all cried...
Sasha ran for her mothers closet and yanked most of her cloths down and
buried herself in them, crying herself to sleep to the scent of her mother
she'd never see again.  Sparkle and Peach were still too young to really
understand, so they were easy to take care off, but Bailey was the hardest
as he hadn't cried.

   "Bay..." I sat behind him, my arm around his shoulder.

   My eyes could hardly stand the sight, it was so surreal, I was watching
as if it were truly happening with me standing aside.

   "Dad...  Is it my fault?" he asked.

   "What?  Why would you even think to ask me that?"

   "Cause I sinned."

   "What sin did you commit?"

   "Last night, I told mom, I told her how I felt...  she said it was
okay...  but those guys at the churches, they say on TV it's a sin."

   I saw the confused look on my face and remembered it well.  "Tell me,
kiddo..." I had told him "What is it you feel that's such a sin."

   He sobbed now holding me, making me want to reach out and kick myself
away from him knowing what was to come.  "I told her, I didn't want...  I
wished I wasn't a boy." He struggled to stay...

   The rest was blurring past me as I watched myself get angry and yell at
him, how dare he tell me this when his mother is not even at rest yet, how
dare he curse us like that.  I remembered feeling betrayed that my own son
who was suppose to be `sport' or `buddy' to me wanted to be like his sister
and his mom.  Then I hadn't bothered to pay attention to his horrible sobs
and begs of forgiveness, but watching them now I just wanted to hold him
and tell him its okay and how beautiful he'll be someday.  Of course the
time would come when I'd embrace my son wanting to be my daughter,
especially when he gave himself without complaint wearing his sisters
panties and skirts for my twisted desires...  but watching him now made me
wanna cry with him...  and I was.

   The horror was only beginning as I backed into the corner watching
myself slap him across the face and climbed over his small struggling body.

   "wanna be a girl!" I yelled at him.  "A little homo like Mr.  Dawson and
Mr.  Paccone!  You suck their dicks you little fag boy!"

   "NO!" he wailed.



   "I think you did!  You faggot!  I think you sucked their dicks and let
them do all sorts of nasty stuff to you, didn't you!  Didn't you!!!"

   He bawled and cried beneath me, shrieking as I yanked him off the bed to
his knees and pulled my cock from my jeans.  How horrible I looked doing
this to my own child, out of what, grief?  What the hell was wrong with me!

   "Suck it!" I slapped him as he pushed at my thighs trying to keep back
"Suck it!" I slapped harder busting his upper lip.  "You suck it now or I'm
gonna go down stairs, get a knife and fucking kill you with it!"

   My eyes opened wide in shock, `had I actually said that to him, my only
son, my little boy?' Give me the strength I wanted to reach out and
strangle myself but I could not, it was the past it wasn't real.

   My boy just sobbed and put his mouth over my hard dick, his little chest
heaving with sobs and gasps of breath as I fucked his little mouth.

   "Is that how you suck their dicks, faggot?" I yanked him off of me and
slapped him harder.  "Lick it, suck it, show me you love it!" My grin so
evil and cruel I could not fathom ever having looked that way.  Why hadn't
god saved him and killed me all those years ago instead of my wife?

   The remembered feeling brought arousal to me as I watched, ashamed.  His
little lips pulling the skin of my cock as he sucked hard and ashamed at
the grotesque act he was being forced to perform.

   "Oh god, you suck kid!" I'd said to him pushing him away.  He'd remained
on his knees sobbing before I'd lifted him over the bed onto his front,
yanking his small pajama bottoms down, making him cry harder and begging me
to stop.

   As my hand reached out to take his on the bed, simply going through his
like a ghost, I tried to sooth him pathetically "it'll be over soon buddy,
I promise." Watching myself stroke my cock and spitting into his tiny ass
hole.

   "Your mom's gone, and you wanna be a little bitch!" I'd sneered, making
me jump hearing myself say it.

   "Daddy please?"

   "You even beg like a girl...  now I'm gonna make one outta ya!" I'd
growled, pushing the head of my cock against his tight asshole before
shoving.

   His pained shrieks made me jump again, my eyes averting with tears
flowing heavily now as I beheld the dark scene of my past.  Looking down
again to see my fat cock looking impossibly huge compared to an 11-year-old
boy's rear end, sliding deep with force.  He shrieked, he wailed, and to my
surprise, he bled.  His anus was bleeding and not just a little bit, but
enough for genuine concern around my invading manhood.

   "Good girl!  So tight!" I growled shoving in deep.

   Bailey had not struggled too hard, which I assume was from fear and
shame, making me delve on a mental note to hold my son, my daughter when
this was over and beg forgiveness till I was red in the face.

   More shame crept over me as I became hard watching myself rape my son.
His grunts `ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh' as he stopped screaming and laid his head
into the covers excepting his fate as I plunged in and out of his bowels.
Moaning in ecstasy my fingers curling through his hair and my lips kissing
his shoulders as if we'd been long time lovers.  How disgusting a scene it
played out, from a brutal rape to myself daring to show any tenderness that
implied we were lovers.

   "Oh my boy, my sweet little girl, so good!" I moaned, humping deeper and
faster.  "You're making daddy feel so good, oh my little princess, make
daddy feel good."

   He'd only grunted and groaned in great discomfort as my hips plunged
harder and faster, blood and excrement staining my groin area and his
buttocks.

   I tried in vain to avert my eyes when something caught my attention,
shocking to stay the least, I was horrified.  Sasha!  She was standing at
the door way watching, her eyes burning with hatred on me as she watched me
rape her twin.  She had a knife in her hand raised high like she was gonna
plunge it deep in my back.

   "DO IT!" I yelled "DO IT!!"

   I could only watch as my body hammered my sons backside, letting out
heavy groans as I came inside of him with quick desperate thrusts into his
ass.  It was unbelievable to watch...  I'd emptied my balls into my sons
bowels as my daughter held a knife with intent to kill me, but she didn't.

   Holding Bailey from behind, kissing on him and loving on him.  "It's
okay baby, daddy doesn't hate you.  You can be a girl, daddy will make you
a girl.  My special girl!"

   He let out a whimpering groan as I gave a gentle push into his ass, but
laid there stoic eyed and broken at being raped by his own father.

   My eyes went back and forth frantically, begging Sasha to kill me.  "Do
it!  Kill me!  Why don't you do it!  Please!  Don't let me hurt you guys
anymore!" I was sobbing and begging her.  "Please god, make her do it... 
why wont you kill me?"

   I feel to my knees crying as she walked out of the room and went back to
Penny's closet.  Flashes came over me quickly showing me the nights I'd
raped my son until he became my daughter.  The night just last week when
I'd come home and Bailey happily in all her beautiful pushed me onto the
couch and sucked my cock with love in her eyes and talent in those lips
that no one had mastered, not even her mom who'd been an expert cocksucker.

   My life even flashed the memory of the night I found Sasha in her
mothers closet just a few weeks after the funeral and molested and touched
her inside of it.  The times I'd ruined the last bit of her mother for her
by taking her secret into my bed and made her give me blow jobs that she'd
never once come to enjoy.  My visions even showed me the nights she'd come
to my room with a knife in hand just starring at me, standing at my side
for a while before leaving.  Time's I'd had Bailey in bed with me, she'd
look at us with burning hate in her eyes...  one night in particular when
she'd come in and found Sparkle, who was 12 at the time beside me, naked,
that night I'd come home after watching some of the guys break in the new
arrivals and needed something of my own.

   Bailey had gone to stay at a friends house and Sasha had been at another
friends house for a while...  had she been home, my promise would have been
broken.  Instead I had Sparkle come upstairs and the fear became
instantaneous as I spoke to her, my hands rubbings up and down her arms. 
Children know when something's not right, and she was correct.

   When she'd tried to run I hit her across the face and pushed her down
ordering her to undress, with threats to visit her sisters and do them
instead.  Being the paternal type she was, she'd relented and stopped her
tears and laid upon the bed with her legs spread obediently.  Kelly had
taken me without so much as a cry of pain, just an empty far away look that
over the years forced her to look upon me as not her father but as her
husband for the child I'd given her.

   "I love you daddy." I witnessed her say to me as I slept beneath her one
night.  "You're not really bad." She said "Something it wrong with you, but
I'll be there when you need me...  just please...  please don't hurt the
others...  I'm all you need, and I'm so in love with you."

   I'd choked back another sob watching this, wishing I'd been awake as she
said it.  "Oceans of love daddy...  with oceans of love.  I'm yours
forever."

   "The mind of a human cannot be broken entirely, just overwrought." A
voice spoke breaking me from my scenic memories.

   In Ron's garage I was awaken to the worst sight I'd ever seen.  Myself
upon the floor face down, eyes wide and starring into nothing as blood
trickled from an open exit wound just above my brow from the back of my
head.  My breathing was erratic yet I was not out of breath, I looked and
realized, I was dead.  Someone had shot me dead when I was on my knees
weeping over Mandy and the voices that haunted me.  My expression as I lay
upon the concrete floor was empty with hollow eyes that turned up into my
head.  Blood flooded the floor beneath my cheek soaking my costume and hair
to my hands that lay sprawled out before me.

   "A terrible thing, to lose life." The voice spoke again.

   Turning to the source I saw it...  a man, coal black all over, even his
teeth, which bore two sharp fangs on top and two on bottom.  His eyes, his
hair, his tongue, all black, yet his features...they were familiar.  ME!  I
thought, it's me.  He was dressed in a long sleeved black shirt with a
white rosary around his neck adored with an upside down cross that had a
woman instead of a tiny Jesus on the crossbeams.  His jeans were baggy and
dark grey cuffed at the bottoms where he wore no socks, just black feet
with long sharp toenails that looked fierce and menacing.

   "You!" I could hardly breath out the words.  "You're me!  Why are you
me?"

   "I'm not you!" he spoke.  "This is merely the image I've chosen for you
to behold."

   "What are you?"

   "I am nothing, I am all things...  I exist yet I don't..." his answer
was as maddening as his playful grins at the way he toyed with his words.
"I do not walk beside you, yet I swim close buy.  You are always alone, yet
I am there at all times."

   "What is your name?"

   "I have no name, yet I've been called many things."

   "STOP IT!" I cried out.

   He smiled and seemed to dance around me like a fawn with a pan flute. 
"You may call me Azahl"

   "Azahl..." I whispered.  "Are you here to take me to hell?"

   His brow raised then his eyes narrowed.  "You really believe in that
crap?  Listen pal, there is no hell.  There are places for people like you
to suffer penance for your sins, like an after life prison.  Then you're
freed to either move onto the eternal afterlife of excessive boredom and
sycophantic God worship, prostrating yourself with a cloud of Hallelujah on
high.  Or if the fates are equally cruel, to live life again and choose
...choose...  all ...  over ...  again."

   "Choose what?"

   He shrugged.  "That's entirely up to you."

   "Are you talking about re-incarnation?" I asked.

   "Depends on how you look at it." Azahl answered.  "Not everyone is given
second lives, yet some are given third, fourth, even fifth lives.  How this
comes about even the likes of me will never know, and I've been around
since the big empty void that turned from nothing into something to be
considered a big waste of omniscience." He chuckled and wandered the room
fingering and examining trinkets and such.  "A comical thought to have at
hand, is the thought that one can die having lived a good decent life
devoted to his God, yet still has to live again and could for the most part
suffer or cause suffering and damage their soul, most unfair...  I'm sure
some of those Biblical protagonists that sustain such reverence of the
commonly ignorant fool that gets their joyous hard-ons for the pessimistic
comradery that is Gospel fellowship Sunday morning worships have had to
live extra lives only to fuck themselves over a splintery barrel."

   "This makes no sense!"

   "Really?" he shot me a challenging glance.  "What DOES make sense, that
some stupid bitch took a mouth full of fruit and cost your kind paradise to
be locked into a world where man is given the nature to kill fuck and
thrill yet must be condemned for these natural acts?  Does it make sense
that the very religion that dominates the souls of countless is worshipped
far more than its patron Deity?  Does it make sense to believe that while
few will spend eternity in paradise, many many more will spend eternal
suffering in the vast abyss called Hades?  Where indeed with the utmost
certainty any infant must spend their own damnation at the cause of a
parent who failed to have their tiny little noggins sprinkled with pissy
water prayed over by some boy loving malcontent who sells seats in heaven
like a scalper with tickets to the World Series?"

   He scoffed and fingered a few nuts and bolts that rested in a tin can on
Ron's workbench.  "For what reasons are there to deserve to suffer when
something so simple as eating a strip of bacon to dancing with fire and
zest could cost you a pitiful afterlife along side the likes of Jew
murdering Nazi's and a couple of bomb packing Ali Babba's on a airplane? 
There is NO hell, and read your Bible more clearly and take it in that if
there is indeed a Heaven, it hasn't even fucking been built yet...  do you
desire heaven?  Or Hell?  Cause ultimately the choice is yours.  Look into
your own soul and make that judgment all your own, for you yourself are
indeed a much far more harsh a judge than even the most stagnant
inquisitionist.  Where are you going, Dominic?...  Where do you feel you
belong?"

   Tears feel free from my eyes "I deserve to suffer.  Look at me, I made
my daughter into a replacement of my own wife, had a child with her for
Christ sake."

   "Christ sake, huh?" He opened a drawer in the tool table and smiled as
he pulled out a bible.  "This book is your guide to spiritual purity.  Does
it not allow a man to marry his daughter should his wife pass?  Or did you
miss that part?  Or how about that part that says if a man rapes a girl he
must take her as a wife?" he grin.  "Kind of harkens to the old adjective
`you break it, you bought it.'" He laughed mocking me.  "Is this
monstrosity not written from bits and pieces of the Jewish Talmud?  Added
with scriptures of Pagan faiths in order for a few Jew haters to distance
themselves from any all similarities?  Pacify those who delve into the
faith in God's that care not that man partakes in such fruits that are
borne upon lust and depravity...  we must purify all and only one God can
do that...  we'll take the God of the Israelites and call them Christ
killers when we ourselves the Roman Catholics were the ones holding the
hammer above the nails the whole time..." Azahl cackled lightly as the book
began to burn in his hands.  "Where in this book does it tell you to go
ahead and stop making animal sacrifices?  To stop burning homo butt
pluggers and beast fuckers, and depraved golden idol worshippers alive? 
Where does it say that a man could no longer have more than one wife?  Tisk
tisk, it also says not to eat Pork, Rabbits, Snakes, and ECT...  Are you
deluding yourself that the words pasted page to page in this cocksuckers
guide to narcissistic pessimism should define your after existence on any
basis once so ever?"

   "Enough!" My head hurt yet I was dead.  "What is this?  What do you want
with me?"

   He climbed upon the work table crouched watching me.  "I want
life...your life."

   "So you arranged me to die so you could, what...take my body?"

   He laughed "No, no, nothing like that.  That my friend was the act of
three people who bare you nothing but ill will I'm afraid."

   My confusion set him in motion as he glided down crouched beside my
lifeless body.  "Your children love you...  well...  five of them do.  One
not so much, though she does a good job of playing at it."

   `Sasha' I thought.  "Precisely!" he exclaimed.  Had he read my thoughts?
I wondered and he just smiled and nodded.  "Please don't do that." I asked.

   "Sorry, Dominic, but your thoughts are as loud as your
past...staggeringly bleak and filled with malice and charcoal air with
rancid burning screams.  Faint desires of self mutilation and family values
that beg for the preservation of loved ones kept far thine own self, so
kept untrue" his words made sense and no sense at all.  I had to leave, I
had to get away from this creature, this demon.  I turned away looking
towards the door.  "Run if you want" He called out "But know this, outside
that door is that which you hide by far in the deepest caverns of your
spiritual soul, and I promise you this much Dominic...Dominic...  you will
not like what you see."

   Run indeed, and faster than I thought possible only to end up in a grey
world where my past flashed before my eyes.  I saw a boy, a little boy
who'd worked tirelessly to make his mother love him.  `I love you, mommy.'
Would be spoken from his lips only to receive `Too bad no one loves you.'
Or `Faggot' from her lips.  The image of the boy was all over the world
around me.  He suffering played out like a stage play.

   Lying in bed day after day to be awoken by various abuses, such as a
pillow over his face at the hands of his drunken doped up mother.  Time's
she'd yank him out of the bed screaming at him to clean up her messes in
the bathroom from either shitting herself, vomiting, or bleeding and not
bothering to stock up on pads.  I turned my eyes away towards another
vision where the boy was being raped at as seven by three men who handed
his mother an ounce and a half of blow to snort.  This happened on more
than one occasion until he was 11 and fought back biting one man's dick
until he was beaten senseless and then ragged on by his mother who had to
pay out with cash she scarcely had for her drugs.

   That life with her ended when she woke him up in a fashion she'd done
time and time again before.  The sound of a revolver clicking would open
the boy's eyes at age 12 like it did every time she did it.  One bullet in
the chamber spun with her asking `wanna see if Jesus loves you or not'
before pulling the trigger.  He use to soil himself at first but all this
time of hearing the gun click empty he'd just made peace with it and hoped
he'd die rather than hear, `I never wanted you...  I wish you were never
born.'

   This one day however he spoke up with bravery he'd never had before. 
"Justin, this guy from school says you're playing the game wrong." She
punched him between his legs.  `The fuck are you talking about ya little
queer?' He'd held back the sobs and said "in Russian roulette one goes,
then the other...  you never take a turn on yourself!"

   She laughed and said "you're right you little asshole" Then put the gun
in his hand and spun the barrel before lifting it towards her face "You
better not puss out or mommy's gonna fuck your faggot ass with a strap on,
homo" she giggled and put her mouth suggestively over the barrel.  All the
time's she'd perform oral sex on him and laughed about his limp little
dick, or raped him with a strap on as punishment, he'd prayed inside for
the bullet to fire.  The spray of warm blood and the empty look in her eyes
as she lay beside him with a hole in the back of her head was an answer
from hell itself.

   The neighbors found him catatonic lying in his and her waste with her
body half on his hours later.  After a brief stay in the hospital he was
sent to live with his grandfather, an equally abusive and over domineering
religious freak.  He never sexually abused the boy, but he'd beaten him
plenty.

   The boy had happened upon his 15-year-old cousin as she was coming out
of the shower one afternoon and blushed beat red and turned away.  She
kissed his cheek and stood their offering the view of her gorgeous body and
teenaged handfuls that adorned her chest.  He almost cried but she just
hugged him and shushed him to calm, the first touch of tenderness he'd ever
experienced in his life, and he wanted to hold her forever.  When his
grandmother saw it she almost flipped a bitch and told him to go to his
room.  She'd forgiven him later saying he was a good boy but not to do that
again, as she and his cousin thought it was cute that he'd been so nervous.
Overhearing that conversation, his grandfather did not find it amusing at
all.

   The old fart had been raping his granddaughter for years at this point
and did not like anyone else coming close to his "Action", so he dragged
the boy out into the cold country December snow and stripped him naked
before dousing him in cold water and marking his entire body, top to
bottom, genitals too with a switch.  The pain had been excruciating and the
cold had been unbearable.  When his wounds had healed his cousin took his
hand and led him outside with her backpack and said `We're running away.'

   I felt my heart swell looking at the boy with his love for his cousin.
She was so beautiful and so sweet to him.  In the city streets he'd found
that she was prostituting to feed them and refused to let her go alone, so
he took time on his knees sucking strangers cocks for money to feed the two
of them.  She'd loved him so much that she took him to her bed, (what could
pass for a bed in an old abandoned church) and after they'd made love she
tenderly caressed him and said "I moan loud for the johns but for you, I
make quiet noises that are real...  for ours is real love and passion, no
one makes me cum like you." He'd grown curious and asked "Why?" to which
she answered "Because I know you love me, Nicky."

   "I do" the 12 year old boy said as he lay in her teenage arms.  A
paradise in a hovel for them ended too quickly in the next few weeks when
she never came back.  He'd went looking for her and found her jacket ripped
and bloodied but never saw her again...  for three days he cried without
her.  I felt that old pain...  I'd cried forever if I hadn't been dragged
from that old hovel in the first place.

   I watched the boy get raped by three big burly black gang members who
spoke of pimping his tiny white ass around cause they'd seen him whore
himself anyway.  He would have been broken and gone with him had he not
seen it...

   "Her name was Crystal, my sweetheart Crystal." my breaking voice told
Azahl who came up beside me.

   He nodded and pointed to the bracelet dangling from one of the men's
jacket pockets.  "It was hers...  I bought it for her one day when I let a
customer fuck me and called him daddy.  He like it so much he gave me a
hundred dollar bill.  Well...  he said he was gonna break it and give me
half but I snatched it and ran off.  The bracelet cost more than half the
money and boy was she pissed, but she just settled down and said `its so
sweet, Nicky, I love you but we can't spend money so frivolously.  If we
want to be happy and safe in a home of our own to raise babies, OUR babies
in, we have to save every penny not spent to feed us, deal?' and I
understood, especially the part of OUR babies...our babies" I laughed
remembering as I watched the boy attack and bite the throats of the men who
had just raped him.

   "I never asked if they had killed her, but seeing the bracelet made me
think they did at the time and I wanted to watch them die for it...  I'd
never said nigger before that day but I at that moment I cried it out like
some sort of triumphant war cry, while I pissing myself that is."

   "They didn't" Azahl said.  "She'd taken it off to clean her hands under
a water fountain and they snatched it and ran off.  She went running after
them and got real sad to have lost your precious gift...  but no, she was
picked up by a john who strangled her to death and then cut her up and had
sex with her body." That truth made me cringe.  "I know for a fact,
Dominic, that you were the happy thought she had before her last breath...
she was truly in love with you."

   I almost fell to my knees and wept as he continued.  "They found her
body outside of some diner in Las Angeles, she was buried in a potters
field under the number 91381, just beyond the city limits...  thought you
should know...  ya know...  incase you ever wanna visit her."

   I began to weep again and he put his hand on my shoulder.  "I told you,
you wouldn't like what you saw.  This is the dark void of your soul,
Dominic...this is your place now should it be eternal, I cannot tell you
which cause I do not know...  but what I offer is life for us both, and all
your desires in place...  just invite me in."

   "Invite you in?"

   "Yes...  allow me to live as one with your soul.  You'll never know that
we are two cause your soul will become me and I will become you...  we will
be so powerful together.  There will be nothing that we cannot do, as one,
you Dominic will be Azahl and loose nothing of yourself but what you wish
to be rid of." He said.

   "Why?" I asked

   "Because I've wondered this world since the out casting of those who
opposed his throne, and those who took no sides, before the fall of the
holy Garden, since the son of man pushed me from a playful choice of my own
conquest into a sty of pigs, and I'm tired of playing with mice.  I am
tired of enacting chaos and carnage among mortals who do nothing more than
command the same predictable outcomes every single time...  I want to
taste...  a taste of the fruit, the flesh, the blood, I want to feel, and
live...  like a mortal.  I cannot just take a body, this much I've learned
two millenniums ago when I was many and called myself we and us.  I must
become one with it, I must be welcomed, with all your heart." He strolled
around me and faced me lifting my chin.  "Through you I'll know what
feelings truly are, I'll know the sensations behind eating, dancing,
fucking, laughing, and weeping, even bleeding.  Through me you'll have all
control over your actions, you'll be able to sense what others feel and
think.  Dominic, you wont ever hurt your daughters again should you desire
not to...  with this power you'll be a man among men, you will be immortal,
powerful, and vengeful."

   "I don't know..." I was trembling now, excited and unsure, to which
Azahl posed me a deal.  "Dominic...give me two days and nights.  At the end
of the Samhain, at sunrise you can give me your answer.  Till then I'll be
a part of you, as a sort of figurative test drive for both of us, except
you wont be a blind man behind the wheel of a Ferrari contemplating suicide
when you've had your thrill...  You'll know great things in that time... 
including who tried to harm you...You will do great things, wondrous
things...  you'll rule your own world in ways man can only dream of in
dreams that are lost at the final cusps of their youth."

   The thought of Sasha, and two others, who?  Eli was my first thought as
they'd shared a glance, a moment...  he had to be one, but the other?  Who?

   "Take your vengeance, Dominic." Azahl took my hand and entwined his
fingers in mine.  "I can give you that!  I can also tell you, that your
daughters are in deeper danger without you, than with you.  My offer will
give you the strength and power to assure they never know the danger ever
existed should that be your prerogative."

   That got my attention!  I had to protect them, but from what?  "Just say
`you're invited' and let me in, Dominic.  I'll show you a world beyond the
one you know.  Answers, absolutions, devotion from your followers...  call
to me now, and live again...  live free of the coal fires that harm you
daily, and build wildfire and tempest blood with a dazzle of fruits you'll
taste and no others will."

   "If I say no at end of the Samhain..." I looked into his eyes.

   "Then I'll leave!" He hissed.  "I will depart from you and you my new
friend will hold onto your life and go where you please, as you have
before...  I promise you though...Dominic...  you will have no desire to
ever utter the word `no' when you've tasted from not the cup of a
carpenters son, but from the chalice of gold and truth...  you're
daughters...  they will taste it too...  what is your answer?"

   No sooner had I spoken the words `you're invited' then I was waking upon
the cold cement floor of Ron's garage, having hurled through a whirlpool of
frenzied images passing to be forgotten.  Feeling the discarded blood
flowing back into the wound above my brow before it closed itself.  The
rush was instant and incredible as I tilted my head back and took a new
breath.  Casting my eyes down to see my reflection in the mirror leaning
against the wall at the far end.  It showed me my yellowish demonic eyes,
my long sharp-clawed finger nails slowly resending into an appearance of
normality along with my eyes.

   Harkening to an old film line as I stretched in renewed vigor.  "I don't
know about you miss kitty, ...  but I feel ...so much yummier." Grinning
with my decreasing fangs.  `Azahl.' I thought `You may very well be my own
personal demon, if you're not my guardian angel.'

   In a sudden surprising flash I saw it!  Eli was in bed with Sasha,
making love after agreeing to kill me...  this was a memory...  a memory
not so long ago played about in the mind of my killer in this very room. 
It WAS Eli who shot me, but another was beside him.  Not Sasha, but someone
I'd never met before.  He kept cold eyes on Eli, as if to be sure the man
who was fucking my daughter would not fuck this up.  I knew those eyes,
that stare...  in my circle with the Rutinov mafiya.  He was most certainly
a professional...  but who was he...  curious...curious...

   A voice, my sweet Cherish's voice rang in my ears as she was calling for
me, looking.  I almost left the garage clad in a ripped shirt and blood
soiled costume, my face?  The scratches and wounds were gone, I felt them
close with a blissful warmth and disappear as if they were never there.

   "I need a new costume." Looking down at myself, I realized, I could do
it myself.  I remembered Keifer Southerland in the Lost Boys and decided,
that would do just fine.  A warm glow as it seemed encased my body as my
cloths shifted to the very duds he wore as David the vampire in that film,
my hair, my eyes, my fangs, and fingernails.  I believe I could have made
myself his exact double but that would be too playful for now.  Satisfied
with my new appearance in the dark coat and punk rocker look he bore I
clicked my heels with a sense of divine giddiness as I stepped out of Ron's
garage and entered the backyard where my little girl rushed into my arms.

   "Wow!" she exclaimed.  "Your costume is AWESOME!  But...  what happened
to the other one?"

   "Oh." I said.  "I remembered how much you wished you were star having a
crack at David in Lost Boys." Raising my brow at my blushing daughter. 
"Thought maybe we could both have a fun fantasy tonight."

   "You're hair, dad!" Cherish pawed me with wonder.  "How'd you dye it
blonde so fast?  Your nails, oh god daddy your teeth, they look so real...
can you bite with those."

   "Of course pumpkin." Giving a big fangy smile.  "I can bite tender
little morsels like you."

   She just giggled and hugged me, the touch of her flesh against mine sent
shocks of euphoria through me that never coursed through my flesh before. A
new sense of lustful arousal that I myself alone controlled, but the
feeling was so intoxicating, I kept it inside, knowing full well I'd not do
anything I desired not to do with it.  Cherish's legs circled my waist as I
carried her without the slightest strain by her weight, my fingers dancing
caresses over her exposed lower back beneath the top, above her harem
pants.

   Looking across the yard I noticed Eli watching with his face white as a
ghost, funny for a black guy and Sasha looking at him confused.  She walked
close to him and I heard them from all the way over here as if it were
directly in my ear.  "I thought you said you did it!"

   "I did!" he insisted.

   "Goddamn it!" she huffed.

   "We'll think of something." Eli said.

   The other man was nowhere in the yard where everyone else part took of
their enjoyments, however I did sense something, a presence close by. 
Placing Cherish onto the ground I held my finger to my lip and smiled
promising I'd return shortly and to wait for me...  words not spoken aloud
yet she heard them as if they had.  Incredible, this new power...  how
would I ever say no to this?

   Walking into the house with stealth unbreaking the silence as it carried
me up the stairs where I found my killers `body guard' standing over my
infant daughter Anya with her chloroformed mother lying unconscious at his
feet.  He had been speaking Russian to himself as he made to dial his cell
phone, a futile effort as a lightening quick movement on my part shattered
his wrists and grasped his throat holding him silent and terror driven at
the sight of me.

   "We need to talk." I said, pulling him into the hall.  "Or shall I say,
you need to think, and I need to listen."

   I was a bit put off that I could not read his mind, oh well said I
crushing his neck as he begged in Russian.  Doubtless now that someone
close to me in my circle of `friends' and comrades had allowed this to take
place.  At any other time, information would have been prudent but what
could he tell me that Sasha and Eli could not?  That my new power could not
obtain, `fuck this Cabbage eating communist!' I thought as my fingers
snapped his neck silently before tossing him into the bathroom, where to my
sudden amazement ...worms...carnivorous worms came up from the drain pipes
and devoured him in mere seconds, bone and all before retreating down the
pipes again.  A grin could only convey my pleasure at the sight...  oh what
a night this will be indeed.

   The music thumped with Marina and the Diamonds Living Dead just as
Bubblegum Bitch ended.  My mind wandered the crowds picking up images that
came from memories that played loud and joyful, some shameful...  strange
sensations were capturing my very spirit as the song played to the gaggle
and storm of voices.  I saw so much in such a short time that it made me
dizzy just taking in half of it.

   Rae was closest too me, and I had the vision of her sucking off the boys
Peter and Georgie in my den when no one was around.  Little surprise there,
but enough surprise told me I'd have to change my bed sheets as Brooke had
taken Ron's `virginity' in my bedroom just minutes before.  What a town...
Jesus Christ.  Catching sight of Bailey who blew me another kiss and I
swear I heard her say "Please come here, dad...  I'm so fucking horny right
now." Which made me laugh with delight that my oldest did not hate me as
the voices would make me believe.  Voices that were gone now and forever!
But ho!  These were images from her thoughts...her thought?...  She was
truly nowhere in site at the party yet close by.  My new powers located her
beyond the path at the end of our yard between the parting trees where
years ago for Samhain I built a replica site of the Pet Cemetery from that
Stephan King Movie.  The girls would hop and holler playfully about while
Pet Cemetery by the Ramones played into the night on their stereos every
year since.

   Tonight it was closed off but Bailey had the Key and Ted's wife Julia in
the far dark corner of my nostalgic creation.  The blonde haired buxom
beauty that had every man who looked upon her salivating with unheeded
desire, was on her knees sucking my daughters rock hard cock.  Her mature
hands groping Bay's D sized enhanced tits as they lay out the opening of
her Miko Mido costume, tugging those hard nipples mercilessly.  Bailey's
purple hair cascading down her back as her head leaned side to side letting
out soft moans, while her own hands grasped her neighbor and former
babysitters hair.

   It figured these two were doing something, considering how it was Julia
who helped administer the hormone injections that helped my girl flair out
so perfectly.  Those delectable breasts she grew came to almost a full A
cup size at one point but she insisted in spite of everyone's assurance
that they were perfect on her, that she be allowed implants.  I most
certainly fought that choice as most times breast implants look freakish on
the transgendered, but oh my god how perfect they looked for my darling
Bailey.  At first sight and feel one could only whistle and muse `Eat your
fucking heart out Pam Anderson.'

   The vision of my daughter bellowing as she blew a load of hot girly boy
spunk all over her neighbors face, reaching her thoughts that wished I was
there fucking her ass as Julia sucked her off only made my blood boil over
in the most dizzying way.  I had to shake free from that vision for now...
searching the party for another, another girl...  yes, how about Trixie,
lets see how my little Peach's best friend is fairing this evening.

   Trixie...in the distance...  hiding, she was hiding from her dad.  Oh
indeed, Ted was not so loving as I sensed earlier, and now much more
enhanced.  The bastard was selfish and cared nothing for what should have
been the jewel of his very heart.  I'd always liked that girl, and even
more so now hearing her thoughts...yes!  I COULD hear thoughts...  but they
had to be inviting...how do I know this?  Irregardless!  I could hear them,
calling to me...  she was...  Trixie?  In love with...ME?  Fantastic.  The
girl I'd loved as a niece through the years wanted me, to love her and save
her.  Oh Azahl, why didn't you come to me earlier?

   `Cause you're a stubborn cocksucker.' He chuckled in my mind.  `Welcome
back my friend.' I thought to him as I listened to the thoughts of Trixie
and Ted.



   Thank Christ almighty that that sweet girl bore absolutely no
resemblance to her father, as that could turn me off in a quick flash.  She
was watching me from a distance as she cowered and hid behind the DJ while
her dad patted fanny's "innocently" among the other children.  The
cocksucker...  regardless of what I was and am, there was no way for me to
be worse than he was, for my heart held love for my daughters.

   Yet from his aura I sensed a great calamity, something I could not quite
take hold of, but all the more increased my disdain for him tonight.  Our
friendly joker...  he had a secret, one I would soon know, doubtless.

   `Can you hear me boys?' my mind called out to two rottweilers that lived
close to my dear sweet Mandy (whom I now felt the need to bring back and
keep close, soon my pet soon) `Come to me boys.' And through their eyes I
saw the struggle for freedom that led to a brisk run down the neighborhood
past fearful kids who watched in horror than wonder.  My commands were felt
among them as they circled the blocks till they were climbing through the
cracked open door of Ted and Julia's house, scarring away two burglars who
dropped their shit and ran, making me laugh to myself.  My command was for
them to remain in Trixie's room and keep her safe from harm, Ted's harm
until I could come for her myself...  among my girls, she'd be a first in
my new Lupanare.  `Just wait there my pets, be gentle to the girls, but
scare him away.' Oh I cannot wait till they go home tonight.

   This was all too much too soon, I needed a drink.  My thirst however was
not for beer, but something more substantial, harder yet smooth.  Ah, some
B&J just a reach of hand away, a marvelous blend that tickled my throat and
warmed my insides.  Just a calming affect I needed as my Cherish came upon
me, lunging into my arms with her nymphet harm girl pant covered thighs
wrapped around my waist.  Her nose burrowing at my neck as she cuddle close
to be held.  `My tender little mousy.' I thought.  `You feel so delicious
in my arms.'

   A new vision came as we swayed in the aging dark night lit by the
dimming lights held stringed above the yard and the calming fires in the
spits about us.  A vision I must hold dearly now for the answers I seek...
the vision of my sweet sweet Sasha and that of her beau Eli...  a betrayal
found recent must not be undone.  VI.

   "What the FUCK!" Sasha gave a quieted whispering cry in Eli's direction.
"You said you did it!  That bastard is upstairs collecting his payment and
my dad's still fucking alive?"

   "Calm down!" He pleaded desperately.

   "Calm down?  Calm down?  Are you fucking with me?" She stormed about
what appeared to a den filled with very little save a mediocre sized black
desk one could purchases from a near by super store for a reasonable price
if the consumer were completely brain dead.  A three cupboard tan filing
cabinet filled to overflowing, and digital alarm clock on a small stool
with rather small lamp that lit the room dimly.  This was Eli's study, ah
so they gone to his house for either privacy or sanctuary for the time
being.

   "How am I suppose to be calm when any time now he's gonna go up stairs,
find my sisters missing and call the police or worse, Ives!" Sasha was
frantic, tossing her blonde Rhoda Penmark wig aside and storming about in
that delicious dress that even in the vision in spite of recent events made
me randy for her body.

   "This can't be happening!" Eli took a seat on the desk, making me muse
to myself `Where the fuck is his chair?, hmph.' "I'm telling you!" he said
with shaky hands holding his knees still.  "I saw it...  I saw the bullet
go in and come out of him.  He was dead!  DEAD!  On the floor with fucking
blood everywhere."

   "You must have killed the wrong man." She snapped.

   "No way!  It was him!  I saw his face.  And he was dressed in that
sheriff costume!  It was him!"

   "He wasn't wearing a Sheriff costume, dumbass!" She spat in his face. 
"You saw him, he looked like some punk rock gang leader from some god awful
80's movie, with blonde hair!"

   "He changed it..." Eli struggle with his thoughts.  "But he was dead, he
was fucking dead, unless you have an uncle twin to the mother fucker that
we don't know about, he was D-E-A-D, dead girl!  DEAD!"

   "Shhh!" Her hands were flapping about desperate.  "Not so fucking loud."

   "Ah shit!  That old man's gonna be pissed..." Eli looked like he was
ready to cry.  Which old man?  Was the question at hand however.  "He aint
gonna be happy!  He told us to make sure it was done, he even sent that
Sergi guy, creepy fuckin ruskie!...  why'd you have to involve him anyway?"

   "Insurance!" she huffed folding her arms over her chest.

   "We could of made it look like an accident."

   "No..." Sasha "...  `there are no accidents for people like us'"

   That quote confirmed my deepest concern, for only those involved in the
shadiest of worlds could know that quote and to whom it applies.  The "old
man" was definitely close to me, but there were several old men that
disliked me in Antioch, but they would not dare do anything for fear of
Ives sending Karl or Gustavo after them.  Someone was crossing a dangerous
line, yes Azahl within me...  it felt like he was nudging me.

   "He gets his payment though right?" Eli asked.  "Shouldn't be too angry
as long as he gets what you promised."

   "The little whore!" Sasha seethed.  Oh god, to my horror I saw so much
of my darker self in her as she paced in front of Eli and began to tug at
his pants to his curious bewilderment.  "Do you...know what she said... 
when I offered to help her get away...  from daddy?" His flaccid dark cock
was free and being handled roughly by my daughters slender fingers.  "She
said..." Sasha bent forward giving a suckle at the head before tugging
rougher still and looking into Eli's eyes.  "She said...  `I'm his wife
now'...  his WIFE!  She actually believed he had any love for her, the doe
eyed little cunt...  she was worse than Bailey."

   Sparkle?  I thought.  Does this mean that Sasha knew the whole time? 
Why not, I never knew she was there the night I raped her brother.  My
heart felt warmth knowing how much my other children loved me, but it felt
a stab at the thought of how little this one did...  strange to imagine
that the only one I honored enough to promise to stop with and kept my word
would hate me more than the two that were forced against will time and time
again.  Even with my knew power I could not begin to understand the human
psyche.

   Sasha lowered her lips down over Eli's growing cock, and from his mind I
could hear the tumultuous thoughts behind her actions, mostly the phrase
`what the fuck?' pulsed time and time again as she sucked and slurped his
aching erection.

   "She's in love with the bastard!" she said after an audible plop of her
lips leaving his tool.  Her fingers sliding up and down his length as she
stared at the rock hard prick, unseeing as she was in her own thoughts.  "I
offered to save her but she's in love with him.  She even had the
cocksuckers baby!"

   Eli furrowed his brow...  "The baby?  Anya?  He's the dad?"

   "You're as dumb as you are black, aren't you?" Sasha smacked his dick
and sucked some more.  Slobber and squelching all down his shaft, gagging
with it right down to her throat.  "You know that little slut from
Temperance Ave is in love with him too?  That's right...  everyone knows he
goes off to fuck her whenever he takes the 405 towards Fremont Blvd... 
they're meeting in Brimstone or Ashrock and he thinks he's being clever
with his little mistress." She laughed and dove down his prick again,
bringing deep groans from my former friend.

   What a mind fuck...  apparently I hadn't held my relationship with Mandy
secret enough, especially when they could dictate my routes so easily.

   Watching as Eli laid back and my daughter worked her mouth up and down
his black shaft with the fierce determination of a porn star.  Her hands
cupping his balls and caressing them as she gulped and gagged up and down
bobbing her head quickly.

   "Goddamn baby!" Eli moaned.  "I'm gettin there...  fuck...  almost!"

   Her moans over his cock in her mouth where nothing more than the same
ones she used with me those years before, I knew by her eyes and sounds
that she had no love for this act.  Yet she started it, she felt compelled
and took it upon herself.  Gladly I would take all blame for her wanting me
dead and hold not a single grudge for the deed, but knowing she offered her
sisters as payment only made me vengeful and wanton with bloody desire as
my eyes feasted on the act performed not too far from my own home.

   Sasha's fist flew up and down her lovers groin with increased speed
while she kept her lips planted firmly at the tip suckling hard while she
kept her eyes on him.

   "Fuck baby!  NOW!  UGH!" he groaned loud firing off into my daughter's
mouth that swallowed every drop, her fist squeezing and milking each rope
of jizz from his balls.

   She mumbled over his dick before pulling away stroking the last strokes
over his softening flesh and spit the rest of his cum onto his stomach.

   "Hey what the?" he got up and frantically wiped at the cum.

   Sasha laughed softly straightening herself up as she peered out the
window in the direction of my house.  Her eyes burning with hatred, but her
thoughts a challenge to latch onto.  I could not understand this, why
couldn't I hear every thought but only some.

   `Some thoughts are loud and freely spent.' Azahl's voice answered. 
`Other's are secretive and guarded.  She has spent many years practicing,
as had the man you killed outside of Sparkle's bedroom.'

   And the worms?  I asked him in thought.  `You can command a legion of
creatures known and unknown to purify your living space of unwanted filth,
enjoy.'

   With a grin I accepted this lesson and watched my daughter folder her
arms watching outside the window.  Eli attempted to hold her from behind
only to be rebuked with a disgusted sigh from her.  He stepped back and sat
upon the desk watching her in all her hateful agony...  she truly was the
darkest part of me, for that I blamed myself.

   "I told uncle Ivan what he did to me..." she murmured `uncle Ivan? 
IVES?' my thoughts frantically sought out only to receive what felt like a
nod from Azahl.  "...he only acted like he was comforting me but instead
made me to the same things...  only at least he paid me for it."

   That motherfucker!  My mind reeled.  He turned my daughter into his
personal whore!  `Shit, I did the same exact thing with Mandy...  reap what
you sow, reap it.'

   "He took my virginity on my 13th birthday." She said.  "Then instead of
letting me heal, he took a thousand dollars from each of the thirty-four
business associates from the various mobs and gangs around the Black
Chapel. Bosses like himself who were covering their own turfs or visiting
from territories outside of California.  After a while it didn't hurt so
much as made me nauseous but I did as I was told until I passed out.  When
I woke up my vagina was sore, my ass was sore...  apparently he let a few
of them take me there for a hundred extra bucks added to the pile.  When it
was over he had almost 35 grand, and you know what he gave me?  500bucks...
500 hundred fucking dollars for the hell I went through."

   `Her 13th birthday?...  no wonder he sent me to deal with the Mexican
problem that night.  It also explains her sour attitude when I came back to
take them all to celebrate a few dates late.  A water park, a pizza arcade,
presents galore for the twins.  Yet my failure as a father left her in the
hands of my boss who...betrayed me?'

   "What's Ivan gonna do with the girls when he gets em?" Eli asked.

   She snickered.  "What they deserve!  A father loving whore and her
abomination?  They're gonna be used by anyone who wants them, and then
probably die in some rank hell hole from starvation or malnutrition."

   He cringed at her easy acceptance of her sisters' fates.  "They all
deserve to die..." she said.  "Bailey, even the other two if the old
pervert hasn't fucked yet or not.  I want them all to go away!"

   "What about Rutinov?" Eli inquired.  "He's the one who raped you and
sold you like that."

   "He'll get his..." she grinned "When the time is right."

   Sasha turned and looked at Eli lovingly, swaying up to him as she put
her wig back on, straightening it out with a playful dance that abruptly
turned to an open hand slap to his face and a malicious glare from her. 
"But you're not fucking either my pussy or my ass until the fucker is
DEAD!" she screamed in his face.

   He coward before her...imagine that...  a grown 6'2" black male cowering
before a 5'9" skinny paste white figure that was my daughter Sasha, but her
eyes held all carnage that made the man tremble in fear.  His lust for her
was certain as he must have been working for a while to get into her
panties but denied until such time her father was dead.

   "I'll do it!" he almost sobbed out.  "I'll do it!  Tomorrow night!"

   "No!..." she snapped "Too soon, after he sees the girls are gone" `Fat
chance of that happening' I thought.  "He'll be angry and desperate, keep
close and offer condolences, I'll call uncle Ivan and explain it all.  But
when all the others are taking their kids trick or treating on Halloween
night, trying to keep things calm and normal for their own kids in the
midst of the tragic disappearance.  You'll call him over with news of a
possible lead and call me, tell him you're calling a friend who knows
something and when daddy picks up the phone, you will shoot him, not once,
not twice, but three times for good luck."

   He nodded as she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.  "Fuck
this up...  and we're fucked, okay?"

   I'd seen enough, Ives was out to take my daughters as payment for
allowing my daughter to kill me a valuable soldier, that fucker betrayed
me. Eli was my friend, who in his obsession to bed my daughter agreed to
off me, commendable as that may be, its still betrayal, especially with my
middle child and youngest in the mix.  Sasha...  my dear sweet Sasha, who
had every and all right to my death considering our past, but her malice
visited upon Sparkle and Anya, as well as her evil intents towards her
other three sisters was a betrayal I could not abide.  Three lives must be
sorted out tonight and tomorrow night...  forgiveness is for the innocent,
not the damned.

   VII.



   "Dah-dee!" came Cherish's voice whining for my attention.  How long she
had been trying to get it is beyond me as I simply turned my gaze down to
meet hers.  Smiling with my daughter in my arms as we swayed to the music
of Marina & the Diamond's singing Numb.  I carried her into the house,
through the kitchen into the family room where we heard the music and
danced alone where no one could see or hear us.  Her smile as she gazed
into my eyes never betrayed a thing, I knew it for certain she was mine.

   "Baby?"

   "Yes, daddy."

   "I love you more than life itself."

   "I love you two daddy." She blushed and kept a dreamy far away look in
her eyes.

   "Do you trust my love?  My love would never hurt you?" I asked her.

   She just nodded and I leaned in.  "May I kiss you?"

   Cherish blushed crimson now pushing her chin into her chest nodding. 
"Not just a kiss, sweetheart." I said lifting her chin in my hooked finger.
"A real kiss, from a man who is in love with a girl, a beautiful dream
girl...  I want to kiss you not only as your father, but something much
much more than that."

   My daughter was speechless as she nodded slow and leaned in, her eyes
closing delicately as I smiled and followed, my lips warm against hers.  A
new age dawning on our love, as her arms wrapped tight around my neck and
we kissed the kiss that lovers inspire in poets who will dream but never
feel.

   The power I had was amazing...  for as we kissed as lovers of long fare,
our lips parted softly and gently allowing the tips of our tongues to touch
and caress to the tune of our deepening moans.  Incredibly I could feel her
heartbeat through every pulse of blood beneath her flesh.

   We parted for mere seconds to catch our breath, the music thundering
through the walls as lovers strewn about in the yard outside.  The tune of
the evening had changed for all as the youngest and most innocent fell into
a deep sleep and those who danced and fancied free fell into the caresses
and wanton treats nearing all hallows eve.  With my sinister whim I tranced
Theodore to fall asleep outside the bin of rubbish where the sweets
wrappers and beverage wastes were spent.  I would not allow the unfaithful
to partake in my desires...  `unfaithful' how strange a use for words. 
Where did this come from?

   As we leaned in once more, our lips playing a song that no child just
scarce of her 11th year should make with her own father, yet we did,
unbridled and unchallenged.  My vision from her would travel to and fro
outside where the moist bodies under the warm moonlit night were beginning
to writhe in ecstasy.

   Julia and Bailey returned in time to find themselves being taken into
the arms of Lacey and Sandi's two boyfriends and happily brought to the
grass where 15 year old Georgie quickly discarded Julia's cloths and worked
his lips over her pendulous breasts.  Peter had my Bailey on her knees
sucking his cock with furious zeal...  Rae was on her back as her
daughters' friends (Sandi & Lacey) were pawing her while her mouth was
filled with the cock of Sandi's dad James.  Sandi's eyes took in the sight
of her daddy's cock sliding between the busty dark haired milf's lips and
filled with envy.

   On the stage Trixie and Amber worked their lips on the cock of the DJ
Demi DiMarco, who's own hands were full of the breasts of the mothers of
Eveline and Sevina.  Ron was on his hands and knees receiving another
shafting to his bowels by Brooke's husband Randy who in turn had his
beloved life partner behind him with his tongue deep in his ass, the three
were facing the stage watching the DJ get manhandled by the two children
and their friend's mothers.

   Sharlotta was on her knees with her uncle Darryl's cock in her mouth as
he watched unbelieving and ecstatic while his brother (her father) Richard
was behind his sister-in-law Hannah, sodomizing the younger milf.  Hope,
Karina, Katia, and Kate were in a foursome circle tonguing each others
little nubs playfully and clumsily with fits of giggles while their own
fathers stood around them stroking their cocks watching the site, until one
of them, Kate's daddy Frank pushed Hope's father Lewis to his knees and
shoved his cock in the man's mouth.  The girls giggled at the sight, but
Katia's dad looked at Karina's dad and the two locked in a twisted tongue
kiss while their hands grasped one another's cocks.

   The four mothers of these girls were fucking various neighbors
themselves as they watched Trixie climb onto Demi DiMarco's lap and begin
to rid him with her barely thirteen-year-old pussy.  Liliana and Emmie were
close by watching with interested as they sat side by side with one
another's hands in the others panties stroking their tiny clits.  May found
her cousin Ben dressed in Gungam style and proceeded to undress him and
take his cock in her own mouth.

   My sweet Peach was delirious and nearly out cold as her body was touched
and ravished by one of her two closest friends, Maya.  Who lovingly kissed
my daughter while roaming her hands over my girl's tender body, remarking
at the wondrous growth of her nearing a full C cup breasts.  Her thoughts
were loud and free professing love, telling me of her many desires that
dared not speak for fear of rebuke.  Peach's thoughts free as well spoke
similar tunes for the girl but for another as well...  her father, myself.

   The twelve and thirteen year old dark haired beauties from West Sierlejo
Junior High locked their lips in pure impassioned romance with whispers of
their eternal love escaping their lips, such as that which made me smile
near tears at the words.  `I can't believe it's finally happening.' Maya
had said, when my daughter inquired as to what the girl answered `I'm
loving you, I don't have to wait forever, I can love you now as I always
have.' My daughter kissed her friend with deep unbridled passion and simply
whispered `My love' to the girl.

   DiMarco's music table left untouched played a Cradle of Filth song
Cradle to Enslave, which was among my favorites especially with the
downloaded version that cut and repeated that beautiful line "I see the
serpentine in your eyes." But this song was highly inappropriate for the
mood.  `Azahl' I asked `Do have the power to...' before I could finished my
inquiry was answered as my mind took hold of the music's controls and
shuffled through for the right tune that pierced the desires in my heart.

   Not an easy task, concentrating...  especially when the small loving
hands of your young sweetheart caresses as her lips seek further joys.  My
own trailing down her chin and neck bringing moans from the tender child.

   `Love Song For A Vampire, the Notis Mauroudis versions?...no, sweet and
soft but not for this.' Searching still my mind caught glimpse of Sparkle
rising confused and disoriented.  A simple reach with my aura brought her
to euphoria as she lifted our daughter from her crib to her breasts to
suckle.  Taking a seat on the comfortable lazy boy chair where she passed
out once more careful with our babe in her arms.

   `This Cloud by Bush?...no' not a Samhain appropriate song, though the
lyrics speak volumes to my heart with every kisses and out cry of `I love
you, daddy' from my most cherished of daughters, aptly named.

   The writhing bodies lost in euphoric desires, where did this come from?
Before I could even ask Azahl answered me with clarity `The emotions you
feel will be felt by those loyal and beholden to you...your friends,
neighbors, and children...they will feel anything you wish them to feel.'

   Grinning at the answer that was music to my ears with my arms holding
Cherish firmly to my chest, bringing her giggle as she asked me "What? 
What are you grinnin at, you?" No answer, only a peck and renewed kiss as
my mind played over the choices of song for us.  I am the vampire from the
Lost Boys, perhaps their soundtrack listing would suffice.  `Cry little
sister?  no...  Beauty has her Way?  No...  Don't Let The Sun Go Down on
Me? No no NO!  A thousand times no...  then what?'

   `Try this my friend.' Azahl you ingenious fiend you.  Our kiss slowed as
the soft delicate tune rose from the stereo, bringing all in the yard to a
calm in their lovemaking.  No fiery fucking, no raunchy beasts of two
backs, just caresses and entwines.

   My daughter with her legs wrapped round my waist, her hands in my hair
with her head thrown back while my lips tasted every inch of her shoulder
to her neck.  The pulse of her thumping heart as Debra Holland's voice
dominated our spirits with her seductive and willowy wiles.

   Your life is the same Day after day Everything that you did You do the
same old way I can show you the world In a different light Keep your heart
to yourself Give your soul to the night

   Come to me When you're lonely Come to me When you need something new

   After breaking our kiss once more, I was treated to the sight of my
trembling daughter who's eyes showed her uncertainty in her growing
desires, prompting me to ask if she was afraid.  She shook her head quickly
no, then timidly nodded yes before her confusion overtook her and she
whispered "I don't know." I simply smiled, bringing one from her as our
foreheads touched and we swayed to the song as lovers over the oceans of
time.

   Come to me When you're restless Cause I've got something just for you...
just for you.

   Come to me When you're lonely Come to me When you need something new
Come to me When you're restless Cause I've got something just for
you...just for you

   I watched my baby as her eyes closed and tears began to stain her face
with a quivering chin, her tightening lips begging her to sob, breaking my
heart.

   "Hey, hey, hey now." Taking her chin and bringing our eyes to level. 
"What's all this about?"

   "I...I..." she was fighting something.  It was then that my powers
picked up a dark part of her own mind, one closed and well guarded. 
"da...daddy."

   She was opening weeping now as my hands brought her cheek to be buried
in my chest.  "shhh, my love, shhh There is no cause for tears that I
cannot protect you from, tell me, what is hurting you?"

   "I swore not to tell...  for...  Tr...for a friend." She stammered. 
Immediately my mind grasped the card she held close to chest as her own
thoughts were broken open with fierce need.

   Inside I beheld a sight that almost stopped my heart...Trixie...  she
and Cherish were in her room playing on her Rock Band video game singing
Pokerface while Cherish's little friend Trixie's kid sister Hope was still
at her dance class with her mom.  I could hear Trixie's voice telling her
that it would be until 5pm and the clock read 3, with two hours left until
such time as their return.

   Their fun was cut short when my old friend entered the room and kissed
his daughter in a frightening way for 10 year to behold, but the dark mist
covered the memory leaving me in want as I gazed into her eyes.

   "Cherish, there is nothing you can tell me that will make me love you
any less..." Stroking her hair, "tell me baby, who hurt you?"

   She was taken back and wept harder "I'm not a virgin daddy!" burying her
face into my chest again.  "I...I wanted to save...save it for you...  but
he took it, he made me!  I cried and begged him to stop but he...he...  he
was gonna hurt Trixie!  HE WAS GONNA HURT TRIXIE!"

   You can wait (you can wait) Your whole life (your whole life) For the
sun to rise When finally comes home Its gonna hurt your lies

   Stroking her hair as she sobbed, the bodies outside frantic upon each
other with growing lustful angry towards the one source, I calmed them
quickly.

   "I swear I didn't want to, daddy." She sniffled pulling back.

   Seating our two bodies together on the dark blue velvet push out love
seat, I reclined ourselves back into a comfortable position and held my
child tenderly.  "He hurt me dad, I wanted to tell you, but he swore he'd
hurt Trixie AND Hope and I'd never see them again...I'm sorry."

   I can show you the world In a different light Keep your heart to
yourself Give your soul to the night

   "Baby..." I caressed her back.  "No one can make a threat that Daddy
can't stop...  I am better than even the most brutal ruffians.  Trust me,
believe me, no one will EVER harm you again."

   Cherish gave a snort and sniffle then smiled through her tears "I
pretended it was you dad, it made it hurt less...  I wanted it to be
you..."

   Our lips slowly met once more as we lay reclining in one another's arms.
By the gracious power given me I knew how to hold her, treat her, and sooth
my baby girl without damaging her spirit further.  Vengeance would be mine
on now FOUR souls soon enough, but now was her time, our time.

   Come to me When you're lonely Come to me When you need something new
Come to me When you're restless Cause I've got something just for you...

   Twirling our bodies on the loveseat till mine hovered hers
unthreatening, my finger nails sharp as they cut through the fabric of her
top, allowing my daughter to discard it slowly from her shoulders to allow
me to toss it behind mine onto the floor.

   Cause I've got something just for you...

   "You'll ALWAYS be a virgin for me, sweetheart." Her radiant smile was
candy for the soul.

   ...just for you...

   My fingers trailed over her yet freshly budding new breasts that barely
rose from her chest.  Whitish pink areolas that hardened at my touch,
begging, pleading for such caresses.  She laid back breathing gently, her
eyes closed as my touch brought soft moans from her lips.

   ...just for you...just for you...

   Slowly my hand moved down her belly sliding under the fabric of her dark
panties, careful not the penetrate the delicate cleft of her maiden flower,
only to caress the folds and nub near her entrance.  With a gasp Cherish
arched her back and took my wrist, breathing one word `daddy' with lust and
love poured heavily from those lips.  What a sight she made, her chest and
belly bare and milky white, hardened little nipples in the cusps of
puberty. Her blue eyes closed to the sensations wracking her body.  Her
dark hair strewn about with a golden crown adorned with a cobra above her
brow.  Slender hands reaching for me erratically as my fingers strummed her
sex with tender zeal, those legs cased in sheer orange harm girl pants
closing at the knees in desperation.

   Just for you...just for you...just for you...

   The tune played instrumental now, void of lyric as our world was cased
enclosed in passion.  My lips seeking the nape of her neck as she wriggled
and writhe about with my fingers working her moist juicy girl quim,
bringing desperate wanton moans from my daughter's lips.

   "Cherish." I whispered into her neck.

   "Daddy!" she groaned responding.

   "My little bride!"

   "DADDY!" her body shook with orgasm, the first she ever felt at the
hands of another with her toes curling and left fist hitting the couch
beneath her.

   How sweet and delicate she looked trembling and shaking with her body
erupting intensely with my fingers working her tiny clit with renewed
vigor. Causing her left fist to reach up and take my ear and hair in one
and pull hard as she strained in her orgasm, popping her buns up and down
into my touch, falling onto the couch with a lustful sob.

   Cherish was panting hard, holding painfully tight which only made me
grin all the more, removing my fingers from her panties and resting them on
her quivering belly.  She cuddled close, rolling into the ball with her
eyes closed, nestled up against me with her face in my heart.

   I could only sigh with a soft chuckle, the control was incredible.  I
had no desire to release myself inside of her with little regard for her
own safety.  For her own relief and profession of her undying love was in
itself a deep release for me.  Time for that would come soon enough
however, for tonight with a lick to my fingers a rushing taste of her,
brought about all I'd need for now.

   Closing my eyes to survey the yard outside, still warm as it is this
deep south in California, they all slept basking in their orgasms, and
minds fresh to reel in the morning the events of the night passed.  My two
boys sitting patiently in Trixie's room as a pleasant surprise for her
horrible father who betrayed my friendship with my daughter's agony.

   I knew when this was over that lives would be lost but this was not
something new to me, but so close to home where my daughters slept made it
all the more difficult.  Regardless, it was needed, it had to be done.

   My thoughts broken only by the touch of my daughter Sparkle's hand
caressing me cheek, turning my neck to look as she stood with a heavenly
glow behind me.  Sharing her smile I welcomed her to spoon up behind me,
holding two of my beloveds on either side as we drifted to sleep...  the
first of the Samhain complete, two more days and nights to go...  this was
going to be interesting.
Epilogue:
Across the county in the city of Antioch, in the rising tower of the
Golden Odessa Casino.  A suite was reserved for the Vory boss.  Ives
Rutinov was on top of a small girl who's only purpose since her arrival,
under the pretense of being brought to this country for work and
opportunities, was to service anyone she was told to until either her
`debt' was paid or she was dead.  To attempt any escape or show contempt
would result in the murders of her family and loved ones, leaving her with
little to no choice but to surrender her virtue with silent tears and

whispered prayers.

   He never expected his closest body guard (Gustavo Polinski) to walk into
the room in a daze and trance with a silenced pistol to the back of the old
man's neck ending two lives upon that bed with one squeeze of the trigger
and one bullet that traveled its way through a barrel and a silencer, with
intent to pierce two bodies answering the very prayer the young nameless
child had uttered to God.

   That night, the only criminal other than his silent lap dog who met his
demise at the hands of a half demon to be devoured by worms and carried
through the bowels of the sewers, who knew of the unholy bargain struck
between a scorned daughter and her puppy dog lover, were dead.

   To be continued...

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