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   Angels and Oak Trees

   Part 10

   On the day of the live show Mica insisted that the whole crew be at the
venue well before the paying guests.

   Jorge had arranged a buffet lunch and angels, demons and crew sat and
chatted as they ate.

   The performance was due to start at 3.30 and as 2.30 arrived the bulk of
the crew departed to give the performers time to change, go over the basics
of any lines and relax a little before the onslaught of sexual tension they
all expected.

   The only crew member left behind was Jenny.

   Jenny was to be touting a camera for the afternoon in place of her
mother.  Her mother, Monica, would be getting her kit off for the punters,
in place of her daughter.

   Jenny sat and chatted as her sister and mother dressed in their outfits
and then helped Jon and Mica don their red skin paint and horns before the
rest of their garb.

   They were all in costume by 3.10.

   "I'd better go join the others" Jenny announced

   "Wait up" hailed Mica quickly.  "you have to use these" he gushed
dangling a string of love beads between his fingers.

   "You're kidding right?"

   "Not at all, Monica always used them.  I reckon it helped her focus and
kept her hot for the right shots."

   "Mum?" Jenny queried "what do you think?"

   Monica thought for a moment, she thought about the conversation with
Mica the previous night and about whether or not to keep her end of that
particular deal.

   "It's true" she finally admitted "the beads did help me perform better."

   "Shit!" exclaimed Jenny even as Mica advanced upon her.

   The boy calmly unzipped the flies on her culottes.  He slipped his hand
inside and within her panties.

   Jenny widened her stance and put her arm on his shoulder to steady
herself.

   Mica slid the beads inside of her slowly, one at a time.  Jenny gasped
with each insertion.

   "Off you go sweetheart.  Go find your camera" he hissed

   Jenny moved off towards the door, gingerly at first, but she was soon on
her way down the passageway, well aware of the beads writhing around inside
of her.

   The hum of noise caught her attention before she got halfway to the
stage area.

   Jorge moved to intercept her but she evaded him and slipped around to
view the audience from the wings.

   Open mouthed she turned accusingly to Jorge, said nothing and hurried
back the way she had come.

   As Jenny opened the door to the large communal dressing room the words
tumbled out.

   "It's full.  There are loads of them."

   "What?" asked Monica

   "The crowd" she mumbled "far more than 6 or 7"

   Monica turned to Mica

   "I know" he said holding up his hands "Jorge and I discussed it.  I've
made plans."

   "How many?" demanded Monica

   "37 max" the boy admitted

   "37!  Thirty fucking seven!" Monica stormed

   "We've increased security, arranged for entertainment later and have
planned to be away by 7.00"

   "What's all this going to cost?" shouted Monica "Who's paying the bill?"

   Mica grinned

   "They are.  The punters, the perverts out there.  All tickets were sold
in advance.  On top of that we get to film the action and use that to
support the website for the next few months."

   "Ok, ok, so how are you gonna protect Emily and me from those perverts"
Monica continued

   "I'm not.  But you've met our core security team.  They have drafted in
additional help and they are all carrying nasty looking baseball bats. 
There won't be a problem."

   "I'm warning you Mica.  If anybody gets hurt......." Monica left the
sentence unfinished.

   "If anybody gets hurt I'll never forgive myself.  I promise you, it's
all taken care of." The boy stated simply.

   Emily took Jon's hand and stood silently as the others talked.  Jenny
watched the scene aghast.

   "Are you sure?" Monica finally asked the boy.

   "I'm certain" he replied.

   Jenny was already in the hall, along with Jorge and the rest of the
security team, when Dale took to the stage.

   "Gentlemen, Lady" he started before waiting for quiet.  "There are
rules. Rules that you need to be aware of.  Please take a seat and listen"

   Dale waited for the audience to seat themselves.  He cleared his throat
before starting.

   "1.  Masks.  You have all been issued with masks.  I suggest that you
wear them.  This enterprise will be filmed and published.  We will not take
responsibility for you being recognised."

   There was a hum around the room.  Those who hadn't already put the masks
on did so now.

   "2.  Our crew and our performers are all masked.  They will stay masked.
Anybody who attempts to interfere with a mask will be dealt with
immediately."

   A few heads glanced at the scattered men holding baseball bats.

   "3.  If you wish to leave the room you will be held in a holding room
until the event is over and the crew have departed.  There will be no
exceptions to this."

   "4.  Neither crew or performers are to be touched without express and
express and explicit invitation.  Anybody breaking this rule will be dealt
with immediately."

   "5.  I can make up new rules whenever I want.  If you disagree you will
be dealt with"

   "6.  Mobile phone signals have been blocked.  There will be no use of
cameras or recording equipment during the performance."

   "Any questions?"

   Dale waited, eyes searching the room for any signs of discontent or
argument.  There was none.

   "Then I thank you for your attendance and patience.  The show will start
shortly."

   Jorge waved at her and Jenny lifted her camera.  She shifted position to
steady herself as best she could and the beads shifted within her.  She
groaned quietly.  It had been two days since she had turned Mica away.  His
response was to go and fuck her little sister.  Since then she had watched
him fuck Emily twice more.  Yet still he shared her bed, spooned up behind
her, wrapped an arm around her whilst they watched tv.  He showed her every
sign of affection but had not once touched her sexually since that time.

   The beads were starting to be very friendly.

   Jenny concentrated on capturing the audience scene the way Jorge had
asked her to beforehand.  She knew that if she stood still the beads would
not win.  She also knew that standing still the whole time was not an
option.

   The lights dimmed and the stage curtains swung back.

   There, sat on a mossy rock was a pretty young thing.

   Monica wore a sky blue, short sleeved, summer dress over white ankle
socks and brown sandals.  A plain white apron was spread over her lap.  Her
long blond hair flowed about her shoulders and she was eating from a bowl
with a wooden spoon.

   The audience saw the spider lowering down behind the girl.  Some
laughed, some shouted out to her and others sat stoically, waiting to see
what might happen.

   Eventually the spider, a huge beast larger than most cats and some dogs,
brushed against the bare flesh of her upper arm and she turned to face the
beast.

   Monica squealed, tossed her bowl into the air and sprinted away from her
mossy rock.

   The spider held fast and the audience could see one long leg hooked
around part of her skirt.

   Monica ran and pulled and, with the agreement and laughter of the
audience, left her dress behind.

   Clad now in white pantaloons and a white bodice over her shoes and socks
the distressed girl scampered across the stage and ran straight into a
kindly gentleman coming the other way.

   Seeing her distress he took a look at the spider and gave chase, waving
his cane above his head as he did so.

   Alas the spider retreated upwards taking the sky blue dress with it.

   The gentleman returned to where Monica sat and held out his hand.  She
took it and he helped her to her feet.

   Monica tried to cover her modesty but the gentleman would have none of
it.  With a lecherous leer in the direction of the audience he batted her
hands away with his cane and then wrapped his arms around the poor
creature.

   Monica wriggled and writhed to no avail as the gentleman first held her
tight and then bound her wrists with a rope which appeared suddenly in his
hands.

   With an evil grin he ran his hands over her cotton covered torso and the
curtains came together.

   The curtains opened again on a desert scene.

   Emily, dressed in silk Bedouin pants, a silk halter and a veil, was
retreating as a small group of fierce looking bandits came towards her.

   Suddenly, as all hope seemed lost, a princeling swung out of a nearby
palm and knocked at least two of the ruffians clean over.

   A brief sword fight ensued as our hero rescued said maiden.

   Finally, he sheathed his sword, held out his hand to the girl and bowed
low.

   Next they were walking off the stage.  It had been carefully arranged to
allow a platform to be formed between the stage and the horseshoe of tables
around which the guests sat.

   Jon and Emily were quickly on the first table.

   Care had been taken to put the girl on the side where the audience was.

   A small bit of encouragement from Jon, including pointing out that the
Bedouin pantaloons were not actually a single garment, and hands began
grabbing and snatching at Emily's clothing.

   The first two or three successes resulted in brightly coloured strips of
silk being taken as souvenirs.  Thereafter, strips of pale flesh began to
appear as she walked.

   By hallway around the tables there was more flesh than silk and by the
time she reached the stage again she wore only a pale blue thong below her
waist.

   There were howls as the curtains closed once more.

   A few minutes later they opened again.

   Miss Muffet was tied spread-eagled to a board.  The grinning gentleman
wandered around her, poking and prodding at her cotton covered body.

   Eventually he tired of the game and stopped long enough to discard his
jacket and shirt.  His red demonic skin shined forth.

   The shoes and trousers disappeared next and his horns became more
prominent as he skipped about the stage in bright red speedos and war
paint.

   The demon moved over to Miss Muffet.  He fastened a collar about her
neck and then went to release her ankles.

   As he did so he applied clamps and chains.

   The demon applied the same routine with her wrists before tugging her
onto all fours and having her crawl around the stage, chains clanking.

   As soon as he moved towards the ramps connecting the stage and the
tables a roar erupted.

   No guidance was needed this time, though Dale was close at hand and did
deter one or two of the audience.  Monica was pawed and fondled as Mica led
her around the stage.  Her clothing, carefully designed to be rip friendly,
had completely vanished by the midway point and the return journey to the
stage saw hands fumbling and fighting to feel her.

   Mica stood at the front corner of the stage with his "pet" on her leash.

   Suddenly, at the opposite corner, a scantily clad Emily appeared with
Jon.

   Jon too had divested himself of the bulk of his costume and now appeared
in his true demon form.

   Emily had her hands secured behind her wrists and her silk halter cut
and hanging loose so as to barely cover her small breasts.

   The boys waited whilst the crew erected poles at the corner of the
tables and then, much to the approval of the audience, led their captives
back off the stage.

   Monica Muffet was quite naked, her daughter nearly so.

   The girls were tied to the poles and then the lights flashed to the
corner that Jon and Emily had.

   "Who wants her silken top as a souvenir?" the boy asked

   Many voices rose as one.

   "Pray answer me.  Demons do not understand your strange tongue."

   The hubbub continued unanswered until one voice, clear and precise cut
through the din.

   "£100 cash" it said.

   Jon grinned.

   "Done!  Come on up kind sir."

   The man that scrambled on to the tables was neither young or old.  Maybe
35 thought Jenny.

   His mask hid most of his features but the way he wiped his palms on his
trousers told its own story.

   Jorge filmed from one side as Jenny scanned the room for opportunity. 
Finally she focussed in on her sister as the man approached her.

   Dale appeared, as if by magic, hand outstretched.  £100 was placed into
his palm.

   Slowly, with tenderness and reverence the man reached out for the torn
silk garment.  No sooner had he taken hold than his patience left him and
he ripped it from her.  He looked at Jon, who nodded, and the man engulfed
those small breasts with sweaty hands.

   After a few minutes Dale placed a hand on his shoulder and the man
stopped molesting the girl, turned and left the stage.

   There was a stunned silence amongst the crowd.  Jon grinned beneath his
mask, reached down and licked a nipple.  Emily moaned and the crowd went
wild.

   Jenny felt her beads move.  Her own moan was silent.

   "And now" shouted Jon above the din "who would wish what little covering
my lady has left?" he asked twanging the side strap of her thong as he did
so.

   The clamour was instant.

   The first offer was £100.  Jon finally called a halt at £775.  He waited
for the audience to quiet and reseat themselves before beckoning the man
forward.  This one, Jenny noticed, was younger.  A shock of unruly black
hair came down past his collar.  He wore jeans and a tee shirt when
everybody else was in suits or, at the very least, smart casual.

   Her camera focussed on him as he climbed onto the tables and made his
way to where Dale stood.  A bundle of notes was handed over and Dale
stepped aside.

   The man shook Jon's hand and then, playing to the audience, fell to his
knees before Emily.  He bowed low and then wriggled towards her.  He
stopped with his face inches from her crotch and raised his hands.

   This was slow and deliberate.

   The man drew her thong down slowly, inhaling deeply as her cunt was
uncovered.  The audience roared and banged on the tables.

   Finally, as Emily stepped out of her thong and the man stuffed the
garment into his back pocket, he looked up at Jon.

   There was some unspoken communication before the man grinned and leaned
in closer.

   His tongue flashed out and slid up her slit.

   Emily shivered and parted her legs.

   The man buried his tongue inside of her and Emily squealed as his tongue
dove deep.

   Jenny had to concentrate really hard to keep those damned beads from
jostling.  She looked up and caught Mica's eye.  He winked and cupped his
hardness.  Jenny looked away quickly.

   On the table Emily was writhing against the man's tongue.  A trickle of
moisture slipped down Jenny's thigh.

   Then it was over.  Dale motioned the young man away and Emily shuddered
as his tongue departed.

   Dale took to the stage and the lights found him quickly.

   "Latex clinical gloves are available" he announced as the room quieted
"only those wearing latex gloves can handle the merchandise"

   Dale grinned as a hasty queue formed before him.

   He sold out in minutes with each pair of gloves going for £10.

   Two minders positioned themselves next to Emily and two more guarded
Monica.

   Dale controlled one queue and Carl the other.  They allowed up to four
people at the girls at any one time.

   Jorge and Jenny moved quickly to capture as much on film as possible.

   Jenny squirmed as her beads moved almost in time to her sisters moans.
Hands were between her legs, all over her small firm breasts and everywhere
in between.

   One man in particular was determined to make the most of his time.  He
had two fingers buried up to his knuckles and thrust upwards rhythmically
as his compatriots molested her tits.

   "oh, oh, jeez, oh, fuck, oh, shit, ohhhh!" was all that Emily could
manage as she was lifted from her feet with each upward thrust.

   As her knees finally buckled and she screamed her passion the minders
moved the four one.

   New hands groped at her crumpled body and she writhed and flexed as her
red hot nipples were pulled and tugged and her cunt was invaded yet again.

   Jenny briefly looked up as her mother let out her own primal scream and
then returned to capturing the molestation of her younger sister, feeling
rather hot under her own collar at the same time.

   Emily was bucking now.  Her shoulders and feet stayed in contact with
the floor but the rest of her writhed as her cunt was worked.

   Briefly she rested as the guard changed once more but the new crew were
quick to get her back to her personal cliff edge and Jenny witnessed a
third orgasm within moments.

   At some stage Mica slipped alongside the camera wielding Angel.

   She paid almost no notice to his hands when they started to caress her
buttocks and even when he slipped a hand under her shirt she did little
more than turn and smile at the boy.  Her eye and that of her camera, was
focussed on the multiple orgasms that her sister was having.

   Still the warmth flooded through her when Mica slipped a hand under her
bra and she gasped as he pinched a nipple between thumb and forefinger.

   "Mica" she whispered "You mustn't"

   Mica grinned and moved away.  She felt cheated somehow.

   He wasn't gone for long.

   When he returned he slipped up behind her and pressed his hardness
between her butt cheeks.  She giggled as she tried to continue filming.

   Another change had taken place.  The new group had lifted Emily onto a
table so that they could get at her body more easily.  Emily reacted by
throwing her legs wide apart and urging them on with guttural squeals.

   Mica had two hands under Jenny's shirt now.  She wriggled back against
him and the beads wriggled against her.

   "oh shit!" she gasped.

   Jenny put up now argument when Jon took the camera from her.  She stood,
slightly apart from the action before her as Mica toyed with her nipples.

   Jon alternated between the action between Emily's legs and Jenny getting
more and more turned on.

   Jenny didn't notice her shirt coming off.  Suddenly she simply became
aware of her bra coming undone and being topless in front of everybody.

   A number of men were now simply watching as Mica fiddled with the camera
girl.  Jenny closed her eyes and let them watch.

   "Undo your shorts" Mica hissed into her ear.

   Jenny growled something as her fingers went to the snap.

   Her shorts fell around her ankles.

   "Good girl.  Drop the thong too" the boy encouraged.

   Jenny opened her eyes and stared at the men watching in silence.  She
pushed her underwear down and the crowd cheered.

   "Pull out the beads Jen" Mica insisted "pull them out slowly"

   The cheer was even louder when the first bead popped out and Jenny
shuddered.

   The girl turned her head towards Mica.

   "Are you gonna fuck me......  here?"

   "Unless you tell me not to.  I'm gonna fuck you in front of all these
men and the camera."

   "ok" she whispered.

   "Chair!" the boy demanded.

   Somehow the message got understood.  A chair was brought forward and
Mica moved Jenny towards it.

   He bent her forward over the back of the chair and slipped a hand
between her legs.  She was dripping.

   Mica pulled down the front of his speedos and released his erect cock.
He fed it between her thighs and found its natural home in seconds.

   With a grin for the camera Mica thrust home quickly.  Jenny squealed and
then groaned and then pushed back as he thrust into her.

   "C'mon you two" the boy gasped at the closest of the audience "Get your
meat out, give her something to hold."

   Within seconds Jenny had her hands wrapped around stiff cocks that
appeared from nowhere.  Mica smiled as he ripped into her recently virgin
passage.

   It was all captured on film.  Jenny losing her virginity and loving it.
Jenny giving handjobs to five men altogether whilst Mica fucked her
senseless and a number of men in the crowd giving her a cum shower at the
same time.

   Eventually, Mica pulled out of her cunt with a loud slurp.  He stood her
up, had her spread her legs and let the audience watch as his jism started
to trickle down her thigh.

   Then he called for blankets.  The angels were wrapped and, as Mica and
company escorted them onto the stage and towards the wings, their places
were taken by the professional girls that Jorge had hired for just this
occasion.

   Mica slipped back to look out across the audience.  The gang bang was in
full swing.  One or two of the girls had already lost their blond wigs, all
of them had lost their costumes.

   Mica hurried to catch up with the group.

   Bundled into waiting vehicles they were off before anybody really knew
that they were going.

   End of Part 10