August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 20
Togetherness, Bonding, and Humping

The Chorus
	Meghan, Spencer, and their four kids would make fine additions to the family of Forrest Finch.  They made up what he called The Song.  Why?  The four kids (Nicole, Jane, Warren, and Joel) seemed to blend in well together as like a song.  Forrest regarded Nicole and Keshi as sort of songbirds--their bodies were small, slender, and somehow reminded him of birds.  Thru the implant in his noggin and his ability to tap minds, he saw thru Meghan and Spencer the nudity of Nicole and Keshi, along with the boys Warren and Joel.  He saw them all engaged in sex acts of various kinds, types, and styles.  He saw teenage Spencer really-seriously deeply earnestly getting off on poking the girls in the ass, mouth, and twat.
	Spencer would fit in nicely.
	So would the next group, they made up seven members, all of the same family!  All brothers & sisters!  They were deemed to be the “Chorus” by Forrest.  They were just as interesting as the Song.

Nut jobs
	College life was good, a little hectic and a pain in the ass, but different and tolerable.  A whole new social life to adhere to, harmonize with to the point of fitting in.  There were SCADS more peoples than from high school levels, fitting into the mainstream was going to be a toughie.
	But Barry Heaven deemed that he would.
	He had no major, but aimed for something in the medical field.  It was a long shot but he aimed for it just the same.  Other interests lay in the Music and Art area, also was curious about Psychology and Archeology.  He was a Freshman so he had some time to decide…
	After four months of “deciding” he finally made it to the point whereas there was the atypical holiday break.  For a few days Barry spent with new found friends.  He was still trying to fit in, being a country boy fitting in with city folk was a little overwhelming.  It felt good to be home.
	Barry Heaven had siblings.  Jessica, Beverly, David, Ashlee, and twin sibs Alex and Amber.  Barry had a pair of parents, too.  After the initial family greeting of the first born home from college, Barry crashed on his bed.  A long trying flight, delayed luggage, final exams, still up in the air about his major, still struggling with trying to fit in with college life; he needed the break.
	The door to his room opened and Ashlee meandered in.
	Each Heaven family member was quirky (so deemed Barry after taking some preliminary social and psyche classes).  He knew that beforehand, though.  Of Ashlee, she reserved, one who stood back and “observed” others.  She didn’t talk a whole lot, she was one who didn’t say anything until she had something to say.  She was very smart and helpful to the two younger ones as well as the older ones.  When she felt that she was “in the way”, she made herself scarce.
	“Glad you’re home.” she said.
	That was good to hear.  Everyone had said so, already, but it was still good to hear.  Sixteen year old Jessica had just won herself a sports scholarship to a college WAY out of state.  She was elated, parents were so-so.  Thirteen year old Beverly had recently won a writing contest, very prestigious with honors and recognition abounding.  
	So the Heaven house abounded with busy peoples being busy. 
	Ashlee slowly came meandering into the room and up to Barry’s bed, to the foot of the bed where his legs hung over.
	“Tired?” she asked.
	“Sorta-kinda.” he replied.  Barry was handsome, ravishingly handsome with dark hair in a style of his own (long and with an unkempt appearance).  There were those incredible dark eyes of like pools of shinning oil.  Clean complicated with a dashing whimsical smile, light hearted, semi athletic, and an all around “good guy.”
	Ashlee eyed her big bro, she admired him.  He was smart, graduated early from high school, was in college, and cherished her!  She herself was pretty smart, in private school--the only Heaven child IN a private school.  She still wore her private school uniform as she had just gotten out of school for the holiday break herself.
	Barry lay out on his bed, relaxing.  Suddenly, a hand was kneading his balls.  He closed his eyes.  It had been “awhile.”  In the four months at Tillman Collage three states over Barry had gotten nothing.  A couple of girls were kind of chummy with him, but that was all.
	Ashlee kneaded his balls.  Fondle-fondle-fondle.  She had a knack, a way about pleasing him.  Barry opened his legs and felt his manhood strengthen.  Ashlee clutched his nuggets in a loving manner and Barry moaned.
	There was no expression on Ashlee’s face, she usually was stoic, expressionless and it took some doing to get her to smile and burst out.  She did so occasionally exhibit child-like qualities that were normal, but generally the ten year old was usually quiet and reserved.
	After much ado about “kneading”, Ashlee then engulfed her big brother’s nuggets, sucking on them thru his pants--all the while working down her yellow duckie panties.  Barry gripped the bed in some agony as Ashlee’s talented mouth worked him into a frenzy.
	Barry strove hard to keep himself from cumming, but he felt pre-cum soiling his skin.  His cock which had ached for months to sink into some college girl pussy (mouth or asshole) throbbed and pulsed.  Ashlee, though, took her time.  Her sweet mouth sucked and sucked on his balls for several minutes before finally pressing about the teen’s shaft.
	Though he was desperate and in great need of ‘relief’, he held off.  Ashlee sucked on the shaft through his thin jeans before slowly ever so slowly undoing the jeans and tugging them down.  Her yellow duckies panties were at her ankles…
	Elsewhere in the house other naughty narly shenanigans were going on; such as:  David Heaven and year older sister Beverly were having a “private” moment tucked away up in the attic.  It was the kids’ private hideaway, all the Heaven kids took refuge in the attic, it was large and crammed with years and years of family crap--even crap from a previous family!
	“My allowance and your chores--” he said holding out some bills.
	Beverly took the offering, nodding her head.  She had a slight mischievous appeal about her; then, bowing her head she undone her jeans and lowered them.
	Purple undies.  With flowers.  Nice tight undies typical style.  David licked his lips, a bit of sweat already on his upper lip, his eyes locked onto the girl’s poon.  Beverly hitched her thumbs into the purple undies and eased them down, exposing her sex--the object of David’s attention.
	David gulped and gouged his aching throbbing boner with the heel of his hand.  Beverly smiled, blushing, then eased the undies and jeans all the way down.  Her lovely dark brown hair hung loosely about her sweet teen face. Turning about she presented her naked ass, then parted the cheeks and bent over some.
	David was in--agony.  He couldn’t breathe and barely think.  He moved to his knees to get a better look.  Forrest took the moment to take a good look himself, as well as determine if it was the FIRST time for David or what.
	It wasn’t.
	David and Beverly were semi naughty, they hadn’t “gone all the way” but had been recently exposing themselves to one another--just being curious.  But modesty prevailed and Beverly was a year older, thirteen to be exact.  She knew it was wrong to show her sex to her brother, it was morally wrong, illicit, illegal, and if their parents caught them they were dead.
	But Beverly, Forrest discovered--was a horny naughty young lady; the daddy was a community activist, also a minister.  (naturally!)  When possible, Beverly frigged herself--often.  She fucked vegetables and watched while at church a couple having sex in one of the Sunday School rooms!  Like a previous group, Beverly ran amok naked in her daddy’s church, peed in the Baptismal water, masturbated herself to climax while sitting on her daddy’s chair, sat on the copy machine and took pictures of her ass and cunt.
	At home she did likewise, running amok nude when she could get away with it, masturbating herself to climax while frolicking on her parents’ bed, spanking herself and so on.
	Back with David.
	David was in agony.  Pure and simple.  He shook and trembled all over, a “spot” had appeared on his beige cords.  He stared longingly at his sister’s exposed ass, she pulled the cheeks and really gave him a show--David stared with open mouth to the girl’s pooter hole and then her teen twat.
	Beverly turned about and sat on a sturdy box.  Opening her legs she gave her brother a reason to live.  Slowly and carefully she scooted and positioned herself, slipping off her jeans and panties, fully giving of herself.
	David stood, he barely could though, moved forward and stared down to his sib.  For thirteen she was good.  Real good.
	“Don’t get any of that stuff on me.” warned Beverly as her bro stripped off his clothes.  His cock was hard.  Damn hard with pre-cum dripping from the tip.  
	“You can touch, but not with that!” which was a bit of a bummer and let down for David, what was the point of being naked and hard and all if he couldn’t “touch” her with it!?
	Frustrated he slammed his pulsing turned-down member into his hand.  Many times he had seen Beverly’s snatch, but this WAS one of the better times--more private, up close and personal like.  Most times he got to see her in her panties.  Big sister Jessica, especially.  There were two younger female sibs, Ashlee and Amber, he saw them lots of times naked.
	The offer to “touch” though was too much not to let go--’specially for allowance and chores.  Beverly lay out before him, pants and undies OFF, her shirt undone and tender ripe thirteen year old titties exposed.  Her pussy let off a whiff of enticing aroma young David had to sample.
	It was instinct--to lick, to gouge his nose into the crevice, and soon to began flicking his tongue madly about the moist quivering quim.  It got sister Beverly to thrash about, to buck and fuck his; she bit her lower lip so hard it caused it to bleed.  Beverly began to undulate uncontrollably--to the point whereas she exclaimed “put it in me!”
	Brother David was only too happy to oblige.  Too happy.

	Elsewhere; other shenanigans were going on in the form of big sister Jessica giving Alex and Amber a lesson in “love.”  well, that special kind of love lesson.  It was taught during bath time, though Alex and Amber were old enough to bathe themselves, they still liked to be bathed--’specially when big sister Jessica lent a hand.
	Alex and Amber.  They were twins, fraternal with Alex being born seconds ahead of Amber.  They were special, other than being twins.  They were cherished by all the family members, but it was Jessica they warmed up to.
	Jessica.  Jessica-Jessica-Jessica.  In like sister Beverly, Jessica enjoyed a private romp in their father’s church, running amok in the nude, peeing in the baptismal water, masturbating in the pews, on the stage, and on her father desk.  Unlike sister Beverly, though, Jessica had SEX at the church--with another GIRL!
	And there was more to it than that, too.
	The first part was just simple finger banging one another.  Jessica and a girlfriend got friendly a few times in a private Sunday School room DURING regular church services.  They kissed, explored one another’s body--fingers and tongues, and then got bold and got naked.
	Tonguing one another’s coochie was grand--just grand!  Jessica and Beverly masturbated--but not one another.  They held contests to see who could “cum” first.  Jessica secretly desired to eat out Beverly’s cunt.  She was also fascinated about doing same to Ashlee and Amber!
	Jessica liked boys, but she really liked girls.  And age didn’t matter.
	Secondly, the same girlfriend had a young “friend of the family” along one special Friend Day at the church.  She was Amber’s age (7) and the three stole off to a private unoccupied room whereas they all got naked and happily delved into the immoral actions of cunt licking.
	With Alex and Amber, big sister Jess fondled and fingered and fondled and fingered and …
	When she could be assured that she could get away with it--she got naked with the tykes and joined them in the bath.  When this was done she usually got Alex to fuck her, pee on her, and she usually sucked him.  Jessica also got Amber to suck off on Alex’s schlong, to slurp on his nuggets and everything.  In turn, Alex pounded his stiff prong into Amber’s asshole.

	Back to the beginning…
	Ashlee snugged up Barry’s balls into her mouth--his naked ball to her naked mouth.  She sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked.  Barry flinched, tightened up, and reeled in the nut job.  Ashlee was good.  Damn good.  
	Slowly the young girl crawled up onto her brother, Barry helped as well as took the prime opportunity to caress the bare ass of his sibling.  His fingers delved into the girl’s crack and probed the not-too-tight rim entrance.  Ashlee snuggled her cunny against Barry’s pulsing bone, grinning happily as she did so and as Barry removed the rest of her clothing.
	They began to kiss.  Barry’s tongue lolling into Ashlee’s mouth, his cock pressing hard against her hairless poon.  Slowly the girl straddled her brother’s waist, inched up a bit and took his prong with her small pre-teen hand and guided him into her sex.
	Barry surged.  He groaned and clenched and reeled as his cock slowly-ever so slowly entered her crevice.  His eyes fluttered, lips trembled, mind blanked out.  Ashlee wriggled, clenched up as her cunny did not often take on her brother’s schlong.
	Beverely didn’t take on brother David’s dong all that often, either.  Even less than did Ashlee to Barry!  But occasionally they “hooked” up and did the naughty.  There was no denying the “good feeling” of engaging in full out and out sex.  It was better--far better, than any ole vegetable she might shove into her.  
	David sometimes fucked slow, most times he pumped fast just to get his nut.  He did realize that he needed to have who he was screwing to get enjoyment out of the deed as well, so he took his time and made it a three minute fuck.
	Though Beverly was worried about “getting that STUFF” on her, at the pivotal moment of absolute ecstasy--she no longer cared.  She only cared to cum--to experience the pure joy of orgasm.
	And she did.
	David did.
	They both did.

	Alex was too young, yet, to cum.  But Jessica didn’t care, his little stiffy pleased her just the same and unlike sister Beverly, Jessica longed for the day when Alex’s little squirter could coat her in his juices--other than his urine.
	With the narly business of strange creates invading modern day Americana, green tornadoes opening everywhere sucking in peoples to other worlds, traipsing out from one’s home was generally curbed.
	Generally.
	But not always.
	Life still had to go on.  It was deemed unconscionable to be frightened and remain homebound.  Life still had to go on--risk or not.  Prior to the tornadoes and strange creatures, one had to fear gangs, gang bangers--drive-bys, enraged motorists, car accidents, or simply tripping off the curb!
	Soooooo, one day when all seemed to be well, the Heaven members afore mentioned struck off to prowl the wilderness beyond the park near their home.
	They soon became a statistic shortly thereafter.  (missing, presumed lost on the Other Side)
The Creepy Woods Experience
	The trees were unlike anything ever seen before.  They were HUGE!  Not only huge but massively huge!  There was little room for anything else, small trees there were, but they didn’t stand much of a chance of getting any of the precious needed sunlight.
	And the sunlight, there wasn’t much of that but streams of light filtering through from way-way above.  The air was overly scented with what was determined to be pine.  Pine and cedar and redwood.  
	Bushes were plentiful, as were the ferns.  There was moss and lichen and other various types of ground cover covering virtually everything.  Jake noticed that while pausing to take a long piss, moss entrails stretched out over his bare foot and began covering it!
	Easily, though, he managed to pull his foot away.  Eric noted the same thing, the forest was ALIVE!
	“We’ve got to keep moving.” Eric determined.

	At a creek they paused, still wary about moving too far from where they had “come in” at.  They hoped beyond hopes that another “door” would be somewhere close by to let them back in from whence they came.  Jake had always feared it, accidentally traipsing off into a new world unknowingly.  The Phase Shift indicating device had gone off a few times, letting him/them know a “door” was available.  But life at the Victorian house by the sea was good, there seemed to be no need in traipsing off to some unknown.  He had put the device away, it was no longer needed.
	Now, though, it was.
	There was nothing to do but wait.  And wait.  And wait some more.
	Waiting too long in any one place, though, was dangerous--the moss entrails quickly began “consumingly” covering the flesh.  
	Eric wanted to walk around, explore; find a trail or some sort of “other” life.  Jake knew better, he knew to stay in one area.  But it was tiresome to stay in one spot and then have to move--unless one wanted to become part of the forest permanently.  
	The creek they came to was good, the water very graciously quenched their thirst and surprisingly their hunger.  It also didn’t try and consume them.  
	No fishes in the stream, no bugs, spiders, frogs, any living thing.
	There, too, were no birds a-chirping, no squirrels or chipmunks or any typical forest type critter.  
	“Spooky is as spooky does.” scoffed Jake.  Eric looked to him and smiled.  The two settled down in the water--until it got too cold and then they made great efforts to climb up into the smaller trees that had no chance of becoming as humongous as the greater population.  At the top of the smaller trees the bark was smooth and no signs of moss.  It was hoped that the consuming moss would leave them be so as they could get some deserved rest.
	Evening came along and it got dark in the forest.  Damn dark.  Ultra spooky dark.  The spooky factor was intensified as there were no sounds, no not one.  Only the nearby creek made the only sound and that wasn’t enough.  No stars could be seen, the hand before the face, either.  Eric and Jake sighed and slowly fell to sleep.

Morning glories and other horrors
	The urge to pee was great, the need to stretch greater.  Peeing was no problem, stretching while doing so was.  It was almost a struggle to open his eyes.  When he did it was a struggle to scream.  Kicking and lashing out furiously awoke his stalwart companion, Eric.  
	Eric, too, though, was in the same manner of mess young butt buddy friend Jake was in--covered/consumed by moss.  Thru the night the moss from the ground had snaked up the small tree and coated them in a layer (or two) of moss/lichen.  It was sticky and itchy and binding.
	Dire determination, though, broke the binding fauna and the two literally fell out of the tree.   A maddening dash they made to the nearby creek where they fell into it and splashed about still trying to breath.  The mossy lichen had some sort of sticky sickly green membrane coating them.  The chilled water of the creek, however, prevailed and the two were rid of their coatings in minutes.
	There was little chance of drying off, not in the middle of DEEP-DEEP forest.  Jake did not wish to travel further than where they were, he hoped that the “door” back to the Vic house area would re-open.  It wasn’t likely, but it was a hope.
	Standing (or sitting) still for longer than five minutes got the tendrils of moss interested and on the move.  
	“I think it seeks out body warmth.” Eric presumed.  He was probably right, and it was a probable notion of why there was a lack of animals in the forest, the moss had eaten them!
	Not wanting to become “food” for the creepy moss, the two struck unwillingly elsewhere.
	With no trails to speak of, the only direction the two could follow for any certainty that it would eventually end up somewhere was the creek.  It was noticed that the further down the creek they traveled, the less and less of the moss there was and the more natural sounds of a forest there came to be--like squirrels and other assorted critters.
	The trees, too, became more in tune with not being so grandiose.  The trees of the forest became more spread out so as there WAS a sky to be seen above.
	And stars, too, the first night down the creek.  Jake had grown silent, he knew he would never see the others again.

	Eric sat up for a “watch” just to make sure the ground didn’t try to swallow them.  Jake slept listlessly, life had been good at the Vic house by the sea, and there was the notion of traipsing off with Merrill to make some foolhardy rescue of her kin.
	Eventually there was sleep granted to him.
	Eric toyed with himself; he, too, fretted over the circumstances.  His wife was coming around to the new way of doing things, he was happily screwing his family, and everyone elses--with no fear of retribution!
	Jake slept soundly, finally and at last.  Eric stood to step away and relieve his bladder.  Above there were a jillion stars, none of which he could make out (and Eric was a bit of an astronomer nut.)  there was no moon, either, but it seemed like there was one.  
	After plopping back down near Jake, Eric noted that it seemed very bright further down the creek--and to the point, there was a PULSING light!

Creepy information needed to know
	It took a while to finger out just exactly as to what the fuck was going on.  At first it looked as if though they were dancing!  But that was ridiculous.  Then, it was more serious than that.
	From their vantage point Eric and Jake could see two Creep bodies laying thrashed out still in the small glen.  Four of their companions seemingly battled it out with menacing ugly brutish minotaurs!  There were six minotaurs, bearing weapons and not much else.  They were some sort of metal like skirt and spiked on their knees and elbows.  The shortest minotaur was approx. 6’6” (six foot, six inches).  The tallest hovered in the middle of the seven foot range.
	The Creeps, too, were tall; the shortest of them being about 6’5”.
	The battle consisted of the minotaurs just out and out walloping the Creeps by any means necessary--brute force seemed to be the order of the way, but the minotaurs also had implements; swords, spiked clubs, HUGE mallets and machetes.
	The Creeps didn’t seem to have any “weapons” per se, but were simply opening their mouths and expelling that scream Jake and Eric had heard before…
	The minotaurs apparently didn’t like it.
	It was also noted, one other weapon of use by the minotaurs--light.
	Something akin to a lantern the minotaurs were usuing, pulsing green and brilliant yellow light aimed at the creepy Creeps.  Eric and Jake saw that the Creeps flinched and yelled out all the more.  The cloak hood they were they tried to maneuver down over their concealed faces.  They (the Creeps) had no arms, just heavy dark gray cloaks.  It was almost comical (almost) to see the Creeps flipping about as they did shielding themselves from the minotaurs’ light--some of the Creeps would “hide” behind the taller companions…
	But despite the brutish might of the menacing minotaurs, it was the shrieking by the Creeps that prevailed.  One of the minotaurs brought out some sort of object, from it came a stream of dark green sparkly light of which after going out some yards opened a portal.  The minotaurs operator and his companions fled thru the opening.
	It looked like the Creeps were doing an “armless” High Five or Happy Dance, or participating in a grunge-punk  rock concert smashing their chests to one another.
	After that, the Creeps filtered into the woods and “disappeared.”
	Eric and Jake remained where they were for a long time.

	“Maybe we got them all wrong?” Jake posed.
	Eric didn’t know.  It had been hours since the battle.  The fleeting thought of returning to their loved ones was fleeting.  They were hungry, lost, naked, and highly confused.
	Examining the two Creep bodies, though, resulted in a find.
	Why the Creeps who had gone into the woods didn’t take it with them wasn’t known.
	“Maybe they ALL have them.” Jake assumed.
	What it was was a device-object-gadget thingamajig similar to the one the minotaur had used to flee the battle.
	The two stared at it for a long time.  
	“What if it opens to THEIR world, instead of the one we want to go back to?”
	Eric nodded.  Good point.  Traipsing into a creepy Creep’s world could be bad.  Could be.  Maybe.
	Traipsing into a minotaur world would be bad.  Very bad.
	“Maybe--” Eric drawled, the rest of his thought lost in transition.
	“Maybe those creepy things can help us.”
	“But back in the cave,” Eric said, “they-they didn’t look like they were all that helpful…”
	“Maybe we had them wrong.”
	It was hard to figure.  Maybe, maybe he had them wrong.
	He was going to give it more thought when…

*

Dang it
	Doncha just hate when that happens?
	John and Mike searched and searched a day and a half before encounter four children scared out of their wits.  What they reported initially made little sense.  They were starved, naked, and beyond simply frightened.  Getting useful information out of them would have to wait.
	John and Mike continued their search, finding a body of a Creep but nothing else.
	There was, though, a noticeable strangeness as the two exited the cave, to describe they couldn’t.  Seasickness was a word they both agreed on, displacement another.  John Calvary conjured up that he thought he could “see” himself, shimmering--like there was more of him or like viewing one of those old films that shuttered.
	Mike concurred.  
	It was an odd experience.  The two men returned to the Vic house.  It would be hours, though, before the four Dang children could fill in necessary information.

	After some hours, indeed, the children--mostly the two older ones, supplied John and Mike with the info about the two missing members of their clan.  Eric and Jake were described to Adam Dang-13 and his sister, Penny-11and the two nodded that those described had been in the cave.  Along with the described creepy Creeps.
	What had happened to them after the kids had gotten out wasn’t known.  John and Eric had an idea, somehow they had stepped into a new world.  It was almost a sure bet that the two would probably never be seen again.	
	That was disheartening.  John’s grandchildren didn’t take it well.  Nor did Eric’s wife and family.  More searches there were, all around the area of the mysterious cave.  John and Eric tempted fate by going in and out of the cave.  The “experience” they had experienced the first time was no longer there.  That door to the “other world” was gone, shut and gone.
	It put a serious damper on the family combined at the Vic house.
	There was nothing to do but to go on.
	Adam and his siblings became incorporated into the family, they had a hellacious story to tell--and here it is:

	Adam and his siblings along with an older brother and their parents had been out in the woods camping.  They were in the wilderness area with no one else about forever.  With all that was going on in the world, getting away from it all seemed the thing to do.
	They were wrong.
	A couple of days prior to packing up and returning to their home horror befell them.  Adam had been collecting firewood, sister Penny and youngest sibling seven year old Franny making the afternoon lunch.  Nine year old Tim was temporarily out of sight.
	Adam was almost to the rustic remote hunter’s cabin when Timmy came out of the woods being roughly brought along by the scruff of his neck by a wild looking psycho man.  The man had a nasty and dangerous HUGE hunting/military knife he held under the young boy’s throat.  Timmy had pissed himself good and Adam struggled to keep from doing so as well.
	Into the hunter’s cabin they went, the psycho man throwing Adam to the far wall but still holding onto Timmy.  The great knife he held sliced into Adam’s arm as he was slung.
	The mother of the kids nearly lost her breath at the sudden intrusion, and she did so when seeing the psycho man with the knife and her young son.  The psycho man smiled with a sneer.  His eyes were gloss black, he wore cammys, but tennis shoes on his feet.  He had “days’” of beard growth and unkempt thick coarse jet black hair.  He looked a little scruffy and all kinds of dangerous.
	He brought the knife right under Timmy’s young throat,
	“Do as yer fucking told, bitch, and no one gets hurt!”
	Amanda Dang was all for that.  
	“Take off yer fucking clothes!” almost yelled the psycho.
	Amanda struggled to breathe.  This was horrible, her children in such peril.  Where was her husband and oldest son?  They had gone out in the early morning for hunting purposes.
	Amanda had no choice, a trickle of blood was already seeping onto the shiny knife of the psycho’s.
	Gathering herself and knowing what was to come, but hoping that her husband would come busting thru the door any moment, Amanda slipped off her denim shirt, her bra followed and then she slid down her woodsy jeans.
	All the kids had seen their mother nude at one time or so, no biggie.  For Adam it had been a fleeting memory as he was thirteen.  He couldn’t rightly remember when the last time it had been since…
	The psycho clutched up a handful of Timmy’s hair, wrenching his young head back and drawing the blade across his throat--his face glared at the woman who still defied him.
	Holding back emotions, Amanda rolled her brief panties down.
	Dark curly blond hair that hung loosely and fully about her shoulders, 36Cs, just under six foot, well trimmed despite dropping five children through her loins.  She was pretty, always friendly, helpful, and loving.  
	Once nude she stepped out of her clothes and stood butt bare assed naked.  Psycho Dude nodded for her to get on the bed, there were multiple beds in the one room cabin, but a curtain for privacy there was for the kiddies and parents and sibling sexes.
	Once on the bed, she had to part her legs.  Psycho Dude smiled and leered and pushed Timmy to the bed, pressing him there while the psycho stripped off his own clothes.
	When Penny and Franny gawked firstly and then turned away in horror, a glare to them both forced them to keep looking.
	Penny and Franny had seen nakedness before, their brothers especially, and it was no big deal.  In facts, with all the sexploits going on about them in the nation and world, sex ed took on a whole new life.  The kids were schooled at home from their parents on the fine art of self-stimulation and what the opposite looked like naked.  But there was no hanky-panky between the sibs--although secretly Adam wanted to boff sister Penny.
	And a deeper secret was to boff his mother!
	Timmy was shoved away and his frightened sisters grabbed him.  The man’s knife blade came to the kids’ mother’s neck; nothing was said--nothing was needed to.  While he raped the woman the kids had to sit and watch.

	When he was done, he sat up, cock still in the woman’s pussy.  She was upset, emotionally and otherwise.  She would have preferred her hubby and older son to come bursting in PRIOR to her being raped.  She would not wish them to come in on her WHILE being raped.
	The man’s blade ran a coarse between her breasts, around the mounds, then down to the beginning of her furry poon.  The blade so sharp the mere weight of it slicing through the thin layers of skin.  The children sat huddled together, whimpering, crying, sobbing.
	“Take off your clothes!” yelled the psycho.
	The kids looked to him in awe and horror.
	Then, in a quick flash he flipped their mother about, onto her stomach and width wise across the bed, ass up and the huge blade poised at the entrance of her sopping wet cunt.
	The message was well received, if the kids didn’t “take off their clothes” he would shove the blade into the pussy.
	Angrily, Adam stripped to the skin.
	Penny wept and sobbed as she undressed herself.
	Timmy followed suit but Franny was too frightened and sister Penny had to get her naked.
	Once the kids were nude to the psycho’s delight, he swatted the flat of the blade against their mother’s ass.  Parting the cheek he took a moment to finger fuck her hole before wrenching her by the hair placing her face up onto his lap.  “Suck me, whore!”
	Amanda took the man’s gamey cock and worked it with one hand and then slowly engulfed it.  He took the knife and put it up against her throat, his eyes looked over her and Adam with Penny feared any moment the mad man would slice her.
	He didn’t, though, he just had the family come up to the bed to get a closer watch.  Amanda’s ass was still “up in the air”.  Psycho Dude had Adam kiss his mother’s cheeks, both, as well as flick his tongue to her poop chute.
	Though it was disgusting, the boy complied.
	It got steadily worse…
	Nextly, a totally freaked out Penny had to lay out on the bed, width wise, ass at the edge.  Psycho Dude pressed his saucey schlong against her young face, the girl’s mother back to sucking, ass still in the air, holding one of Penny’s legs back while Psycho Dude held the other.  This led the way for Adam to go down on his sister and nosh her cunny.
	The thirteen year old had seen his younger sibs nude, no biggie.  But up close and personal?  No.  (and yea, it WAS a sort of secret-secret desire.)  But he didn’t want to get so personal under the dire circumstances--but with the knife wielding psycho calling the shots, he had no choice.
	Adam licked out his eleven year old sister’s cunny, his hands helping to hold her legs open while his tongue flicked all about.  The psycho’s cock was buried up into the kids’ mother’s mouth, one hand grabbing up a hunk of hair and holding it tightly, the other hand with the dangerous knife holding the hapless Penny’s right leg back.
	After a few minutes, Psycho Dude came.  A great gobbish amount of cum filled Amanda’s mouth, she choked and spewed the goo out.  Cum continued to explode out of the psycho’s cock, spilling and coating young Penny.
	And it went on.
	After a good licking Adam was commanded to “Fuck.”  His young teen cock WAS hard, he had to admit that he DID jack himself, almost on a daily basis.  He also had a pair of his sisters’ panties, even his mother’s!  He had not had sex, not with a girl OR a boy.  He didn’t jerk off with another boy and had no intention of doing so.  He had no sexual desires whatsoever towards younger brotherly sib, Timmy.
	The young fella stared down to his fella as it glided up and down Penny’s entrance.  He had been curious about what it would be like.  He knew from Sex Ed discussions at home and school that “SEX” was with the guy putting his penis into the girl’s cunny where she peed.  Thereafter it was a natural to pump and hump, making love.  At the end the guy ejaculated his love cream of which was the beginning of life.
	Vaguely did Adam know what the meaning of “getting head” was, rim jobs, oral, anal, spanking the monkey, around-the-world, and etc.  As he moved the head of his cock up and down Penny’s glistening cunny--a tremendous feeling swelled (no, seethed!) through him.  It was incredible.  It was ten times the feeling when he simply jerked off!
	Slowly he made entry.  Penny was a virgin.  Busting her cherry took a bit of doing, but with the dire threat of the psycho at the ready with his knife, Adam entered his sister’s cunny and fucked her.
	About half way thru the ordeal, the psycho was hard again.  He rest his shaft right across the mouth of the trembling sobbing Penny, his hairy sweaty cum laden balls right up against the girl’s face.  Amanda was losing her mind--she was fraught with the desire to stop the abuse as well as knowing that anything she did would be detrimental to the safety of her children, the psycho’s blade was deadly sharp and with the children so close at hand he would easily sling the blade about, slashing whoever to bits.
	Adam fucked his sister until he got his nut.  He had cum off before but with his pudling inside a girl’s pussy--it was a HUNDRED times better.  He didn’t care for the circumstance surrounding it, no, but still… 
	He also didn’t care for the blood coating his cock and balls, thighs, and sister’s cunt.  By order-command of the psycho, Adam scooped up his sister’s panties and wiped himself and Penny clean.
	Then it was Timmy’s turn.
	Timmy was nine, but he had a stiffy just the same.
	He licked Penny’s cunt AND sucked on Adam’s cock.  Neither act he cared for but the psycho did.  During getting sucked off by brother Tim, Adam noted a bracelet on the psycho’s wrist, a white bracelet--a plastic one.  He didn’t know if it meant anything or not and couldn’t recall seeing anything written on it--like, New Bedlam Psychiatric Hospital, or any words describing the patient’s condition--like, INSANE, dangerous, homicidal, fucked out of his gourd…
	Only a few minutes of sucking on Adam’s cock before spending time licking out Penny’s cunt.  The young boy with the slight slit to his throat, too, had to lick his mother’s cheeks, hole, crack, and everything before standing up and slipping his penis into his sister’s fresh fucked cunt.

	With Penny curled up on the floor cowering, whimpering, young-young Franny took her place on the bed.  Adam had a slice to his arm as he tried to be bold and brave and rescue his youngest sibling; a good slice there was, too, to their mother’s check--the blade slicing clear down to the bone for her feeble attempt and preventing the next step in the family’s horror.
	As with Penny, seven year old Franny sucked on the man’s balls, then his shaft and then the head of his cock while her mother and siblings watched.  Then, while the mother slurped, Adam licked her cunny before stuffing it with his aching boner.
	Tim followed nextly.
	Gobs and gobs of cum anointed the mother’s face as well as her youngest child’s face.  Adam had cum in Penny’s cunny and enough time had elapsed that he managed to cum again, in Franny’s snatch.	
	Then, the boys were tied up as well as the girls.  The hands and feet tied behind them as they lay out on the swept floor.  The psycho then proceeded to spank their mother horrendously, using his hands and then a skillet from the rustic stove--before cinching up to her and sodomizing her.
	When he came and subsequently pulled free, he turned her ass to her children, prying her steaming cheeks open to show the kids his cum spewing out of their mother’s hole.  He then took a break…

	Adam wished beyond wishes the psycho would leave.  But he didn’t.  he helped himself to some fresh made beans and cornbread, then urinated into the bean pot.  For sheer unadulterated orneriness, he took the fresh hot skillet and walloped Amanda’s ass until she passed out.
	Penny then was grabbed and dealt the same.
	Penny screamed.
	Adam yelled and cussed and caused great harm to his binded wrists and ankles.  Timmy and Franny fretted loudly but mostly bawled.
	The pycho then flew into the young girl, Penny, nearly breaking her legs and then smoothering her as he shoved his manly prong into her cunny.  Penny did manage to latch onto the man’s chest and bite his nipple--off!
	This didn’t help matters, Penny was furiously raped and then sodomized before being beaten with the skillet.  She lost conscious and was tossed aside.  The psycho thrashed the small rustic remote hunter’s cabin, bleeding from chest at the nipple.
	When after a few minutes of ranting he made a grab for Franny.  Adam was having none of that.  He had managed to wriggle his wrists free, but not his feet so his heroics were doomed from the start.  He did manage to interfere--which only resulted in the serious psycho taking the skillet and busting his young ass, before re-restraining him and promptly fucking him until he (Adam) passed out.
	When Adam awoke just minutes later, Franny lay across the bed unrestrained, the pyscho had just finished humping her ass.  She was beyond distraught.  Gallons of cum leaked from her asshole.  She couldn’t move, her ass flesh had been tortured as well as her hole.
	Then, Adam sighted on his mother.
	She lay on the floor.
	The psycho stood close by, wriggling his dirty grimy toes, holding her head.  In the other hand of the way-out psycho was the man’s knife, totally coated and dripping in blood.  Adam hurled.

	Time passed.  Adam didn’t know how much, how long, but there was a passage of time.  What happened or occurred during such time he didn’t know, after the beheading of his mother his mind went a little blank.  When he came around nextly, he was being hauled out of the hunter’s shack and dragged along the ground.
	Out thru the woods for aways, a long ways.  Adam was still bound hand and foot and dragged by his hair.  The psycho paid no heed to the boy’s plight or cries “I’ll do anything.”
	At length, though, the dragging stopped.  Just over a creek and down a small hill.  Here Adam’s father, Kevin, was secured to a stout sapling.  Adam’s brother Kyle tied up to a rock, sprawled out.  He had been near eaten alive by ants and other insects.  Both were naked.  Kyle was four years older than Adam.
	“Oh my God!” managed to blurt Kevin as the psycho returned, dragging Adam and tossing the beheaded head of Amanda into their midst.
	“Your little family was delicious!” smirked the psycho, he stroked his gamey cock and licked his lips.  Kevin snapped his wrist and dislocated his shoulder trying to break free his bindings.
	Kevin retched and heaved as his dear wife’s head rolled to his feet.
	He cursed and cussed and vomited.
	Psycho Dude paid no mind to him but grabbed up Adam’s head and dragged him to Kyle.
	“Suck his balls!” demanded the whacked out psycho.
	Adam needed a few minutes to decipher the command, he was punched HARD in the back and then his own balls grabbed up between his legs and squeezed until he placed his mouth about Kyle’s warm nuggets.  Ants and assorted insects roamed the tortured boy’s body, Adam sucked his balls and soon had a boner going.
	Adam sucked the boner then slid up onto his brother’s body, the psycho guiding the hard-on into Adam’s super tight sphincter.
	“Fuck!” the psycho commanded.
	Though it was hard to do so under the extreme circumstances, Kyle pumped into his brother’s asshole.
	He didn’t cum, though, he fucked and pumped and humped but didn’t cum.  Brother Adam humped his cock onto his brother’s chest and didn’t cum, either. 	It pissed the psycho off and he flung Adam off of his brother.  Adam rolled into the bushes and lay still--it was actually about all he could do.
	More time elapse without Adam knowing what had happened.
	When he awoke it was near dark.  He itched everywhere, his asshole hurt.  Dirt and blood were in his mouth, bugs in his other wounds.  He heard nothing and took a chance at crawling out.  His hands and feet were still bound, his head dizzy, racked with pain and severe discomfort.  
	When he finally made it to his knees, he vomited.  A lot.  His dad was still tied to the tree, lifeless.  At his feet was his wife’s head, along with his eldest son’s head.  Kyle’s body was still tied securely to the great boulder to one side.
	How Adam’s dad had died wasn’t clear, but he was lifeless.  (John & Mike and the other adults of whom the tale of the Dang family was told to at the Vic house assumed that perhaps the unfortunate man had succumbed to a heart attack--at the seeing the beheading of his son, Kevin.)
	Using a sharp rack, Adam cut the bindings to his wrists and ankles, he also did a job on cutting himself but he didn’t care about that--he raced back to the hunter’s cabin…

	He found Penny, Timmy, and Franny alive and with their heads.  Fearing the psycho was possibly still about he gathered his surviving family and fled.  Into the woods and beyond.
	How long they were on their own Adam couldn’t remember, but a night and a day at least before finding the cave.
	The cave.
 	 It was almost more of a nightmare than the hell he had his sibs had just been thru.  Telling it to the folks at the Vic house deeply concerned them; the creepy Creeps were everywhere.
	Everyone feared for the missing Eric and Jake…

To Fear or NOT to Fear, THAT is the confusion…
	It didn’t weigh very much and was small, palm size.  Longer than it was wider and only a couple of inches thick.  No controls were visible but indentations could be felt on one surface side.
	“Be careful.” Eric cautioned as Jake was determined to operate the new found object.  Jake had no idea what he was doing, but decided to try something--it was better than sticking their thumb up their ass and wandering around aimlessly.
	The Creeps.  The Minotaurs and Creeps.  Jake didn’t get it, he didn’t understand.  Nor did Eric.  But both were beginning to conclude that they DID have the Creeps wrong.  
	It was confusing.  There were no clear answers, only a lot of confused questions and assumptions.  There was one clear conclusion, though--the Creeps (or whoever/whatever they were called) did not get along with the Minotaurs.  And in that, maybe--maybe the humans could find an ally.  Maybe.
	Stepping aways away from the Creep’s crumbled body, Jake depressed one of the indentations on the device in his hand.
	A pale green-yellow light emitted out of the device, there was no sound but a slight vibration.  The light stabbed out into the woods a little ways to the point whereas it disappeared.
	Nothing.
	No portal, no opening, no sign of anything.
	“Maybe is just a flashlight?” suggested Eric.
	Jake concluded same.
	Then he moved the “flashlight” side-to-side.
	A curious thing happened then, the greenish light passing over most objects were swathed in a simple covering of greenish light.  But then, there was a change as there was a more serious vibration to the device and a more brilliant green light.  
	Next to a rock and beside one of the huge trees of the forest there seemed to be something of a large oval.  
	On a whim, Jake depressed one of the other indentations.
	The light went out.

	By the infamous “trail & error”, Jake got the light back as well as found a hidden button that “activated” the oval.  It was a “doorway”, an opening elsewhere.
And now the Harmony
	The Song (Meghan, Spencer, Nicole, Jane, Warren, and Joel) along with  the Chorus (Barry, his siblings, Jessica, Beverly, David, Ashlee-10 and the twins Alex & Amber) were nice additions to the Forrest clan.  Well welcomed and everything.  (they fit right in…)
	There, too, was the Harmony.  The leader of the Harmony Forrest liked right off, he was Forrest’s kind of pervert.  Sneaky, underhanded, devilish, and naughty.  Very-very naughty.

Security Schmerity
	With his high tech monitor contraption he could pan the whole store.  He could zoom in on a group of peoples, or a single person.  Installing new tech chips from a tech wizard friend allowed him even incredible zooming without sacrificing picture quality.
	Morton the “Mole” McGavity.  Chief of Security.  A large corporate conglomerate mall was the place.  Multi story, long and wide with more than 200 shops of businesses, entertainment venues in the center aisles and scads of parking above and under ground as all around.  It was a mammoth undertaking to keep track of it all.
	But Morton had a handle on it, he loved it.
	With the high tech gadgetry at his disposal, Morton was able to power zoom right to anything going on anywhere in the mall, inside and out.  It was incredible the things he saw.  Drug deals, assaults, rapes-in-progress, other assorted perversions, and shoplifting.
	Morton the “Mole” McGavity, though, was a bit of a pervert (no, strike that--a LOT of a pervert) (hey, he wouldn’t be in this story if not a pervert!)  So some of the perverted things going on from the sublime “daddy copping a feel of his young daughter’s butt, to the more severe sexual assault in one of the parking areas turned him on.  Serious assaults, rapes, and potential kidnappings he usually (most always) sent his bevy of security thugs to stop & apprehend (or just out and out shoot.)
	Many of the perverted things he witnessed Morton kept on video to view later at his leisure.  He had dozens of tapes at home, and just as many in his personal-private office.
	 Too many “incidences” to mention now (maybe later), so we’ll just get to the juicy part:
	A simple 8-hr shift wasn’t long enough, sometimes Morton stayed over--for various reasons (paperwork--endless-endless paperwork, court appearances, and etc.)  There were times, too, he stayed for other reasons.
	One such was after a trying day of being in court for legal reasonings of shoplifters and sexual assault cases, Morton returned to work to calm down.  With such a massive complex to look over and keep secure, that was trying, too.  But interesting.
	As previously stated, Morton the “Mole” McGavity had a knack for perversions.  He sought them explicitly inasmuch as he did shoplifters and troublemakers.  While perusing the mall’s innards Morton power zoomed in on a daddy fondling his young ten year old daughter as they sat at on open air restaurant.  She was sitting on his lap, there were others of the family about all happily munching their meal--all apparently unawares of the man of the family doing a potential naughty with the ten year old.
	Power zooming to the max Morton zoomed in to where he could see the lettering on the man’s college ring.  (that’s good zooming!)  he also saw the man had a terrific boner and it was pressed right up against the girl’s butt.  The girl wore a short pleated lime green skirt.  Matching panties there were, too.  The panties had been scooched over a tad bit and the man was getting a finger full!
	The girl either was unaware, stupid, or was used to it.
	Then, the man worked out his penis and rubbed it up against her!
	He was jacking off!
	The girl suddenly looked up to her daddy, then down.  On her face it was classic shock.  Not dismayed, just shock.  She pursed her lips and scooted about a bit on his lap, then leaned onto the table.  This allowed the daddy to apparently ease his cock into her.  Due to the positioning of the two, power zoom or no, Morton couldn’t tell if he was humping up into her asshole or pussy--not that it mattered, but…
	There were others of interest:
	A pair of teens (boy/girl) practically made-out big time by the phone bank.  The phones were tucked into an alcove to themselves, the boy and girl were getting overly amorous in the far corner by a janitors mop bucket.  At length the boy tuned his back to one of the shields privatizing the phone, out of his pants came his cock.  The girl pressed up against the boy and “worked” the boy’s schlong into a furor.  Then--THEN she knelt down to her knees and proceeded to suck him off!
	More interesting things were found; like the daddy in the men’s restroom.  He was changing his baby daughter--in the midst of doing so he did a naughty thing.  A couple of naughty things while he was alone and could easily get away with it.  
	A video link in any bathroom was illegal, regardless of the safety and security issue, but Morton had one in all the bathrooms--never know WHAT you’ll find (out).	
	With the baby girl’s diaper off, she was about a year old, the daddy ran his finger up the slit.  At first Morton took it as a “normal” thing, cleaning her something like.  But when the daddy seemed to take a little longer doing so, Morton took a little more interest.
	The daddy was diddling his baby girl, earnest fingering without penetration.  He then “went DOWN on the girl”, licking her poon with fully engulfing the entire poon.
	But wait, there’s more!
	Quickly the man unzipped his trousers and popped out his cock.  Scooping up the child the man brought the girl down to where he could rub his daddy-hood onto her sex.  He humped and rubbed and as the baby squirmed he humped more and more until the momentous moment came and he did.
	Cum squirted all over the child’s face, mostly into her willing to suck mouth.
	Morton smiled and found himself masturbating.

	For an hour Morton checked the mall over, inside and out--there were many “items of interest”.  Shoplifting was a full time on-going thing.  Of interest was the young boy in the Stuff and More store.  By the electronics section; despite knowing full well the one entrance/exit had the security measures in full view, warning tags in plain view, the ten year old boy stuffed the video game down his pants.
	It looked, though, as if the boy had actually been put up to it by four other boys, one looked a little older than the others (about 12) and the boys, too, looked to be possible bullies.  So, it looked as though the Subject boy was trying to get in with them so as not to be a victim.
	He was no longer a victim but a statistic.
	“Team Five, Team Five, proceed to Stuff and More, Code 2.”
	“Team Five, roger.”
	Morton continued to watch his subject and give details on the boy to Team Five. 

	Up close and person, the boy was handsome.  Not a “bully” but a plain and simple young fella trying to fit in from a recent move.  He was a county boy being quickly swallowed by city life.
	Sandy brown hair, hazel eyes of blue, sheepish appearance.  Typical jeans, a shirt with a gray well worn open sweat shirt.  A handsome boy who had fucked up.
	He knew it, too.
	After being “escorted” into the Chief’s office by two members of Team Five, the interrogation was short and sweet.  Morton turned a monitor so as the boy could see it, then played back the video of the lad stuffing his pants with a video game.
	The boy’s shoulders sunk, busted.
	From out of the top of his pants he withdrew the video game and plopped it onto the desk.  Busted.
	Morton nodded his head and picked up the game, a cheap game, under $20.  
	“Doesn’t look good, kid.” remarked Morton.
	The boy stood with thumbs hooked into his belt loops, he stared to the floor and twisted on his feet nervously.
	“This being a Friday,” continued Morton, “it’ll be Monday before the judge can see you.”
	The kid gulped, he was beginning to get more nervous.
	“So you’ll be staying the weekend in juvy.” juvenile detention/hall
	The look on the boy’s face was classic.  ’Oh shit.’  his breath taken away, his whole life fucked up beyond belief.
	“Have to call your folks.” Morton said picking up the phone.  The boy before him began to seriously fidget, bit his lower lip and sweat.
	Morton and the boy made eye contact.  
	“Of course, there IS another way.”  there always is.

	Randy “Buster” Kohlmes nodded his handsome young head, indicating strongly that he was all for the “other way.”  well, that “other way” was a little more than he bargained for.  Young Randy had no idea who he was dealing with--Morton the “Mole” McGavity was a perv, a serious perv.  He had earned his nickname “Mole” by actually tunneling underground (where else would you tunnel) coming up under the girl’s bathroom.  It took him from his freshman year in high school to junior year but he did it.  Affixing various video equipment allowed him ample viewing pleasure.
	Yea, he got caught and was expelled, but he still did it just the same…
	Timidly--very timidly, young Randy eased around the great oak desk.  His young ass had already clenched up tight as it could.  He had never been in so much trouble. 
	The Security Chief pulled out from a desk drawer a paddle.  A large object of serious wood, half an inch thick, some holes drilled in it, a rubberized handle/grip, spanning some ten inches in diameter.  
	Randy sighed.  A swatting was better than locked up over the weekend AND having his folks notified.  If the young fella could have known what was before him, he would have chosen the lock up.
	Morton took the boy gently by the elbow and maneuvered him to lay out across his lap.  The boy fidgeted some, arms before him with hands almost touching the floor.  Morton placed the paddle against the boy’s ass and rubbed it about, then let fly a hard resounding smack.
	Randy flinched and his ass tightened up even more.
	Another swat nearly launched the boy off Morton’s lap.
	After the third searing swat, Morton set aside the paddle and smoothed his hand to the boy’s butt, squeezing one cheek and then the other.  Randy seemed a little oblivious as his ass was on fire.  
	The young lad was still oblivious when he was stood up--and his pants undone and pushed down.  The boy was then laid back down across the Chief’s lap and walloped again.
	Whether or not Randy was aware that his pants were down or not was unclear, from the previous onslaught he had managed to hold back his emotions.  With only a thin layer of cotton underwear protecting his ass flesh, Randy Kohlmes let loose emotions.
	The boy’s cries, though, fell to deaf-uncaring ears.  His tormentor sailed into him, swatting him four times with the paddle and then a couple of times with the bare hand.
	While the boy squirmed and fidgeted about so, Morton slid the boy’s underwear down.  The lad’s cheeks were a nice fiery red, kind of like the embers of a campfire.  With the lad flailing about as he was, Morton held the boy’s hands firmly at the backside, locking them in place.  Then, he proceeded with the earnest fondling of the lad’s ass and associative “wares.”
	When young Randy began fidgeting more and more, and no amount of ass smacking could settle him down, Morton retrieved from a secret place in his desk a small object.  It was akin to a remote control, just without all the buttons.  Instead, in lieu of buttons, there were three buttons, and indicator, a thumb rolling wheel, and two steel prongs at one end near pointing towards one another.
	The object was pressed to the boy’s bare ass and he went berserk.  He twitched and fidgeted and urinated.  Then settled to a point whereas he just twitched occasionally.  
	Morton caressed the boy’s ass, his arms fell away and Morton had a much easier time dealing with the lad.  
	More caressing was his first “dealing.”  cupping the soft boy ass flesh, diddling into the warm tight unfucked-unfingered asshole, and then cupping the hairless immature testicles to his delight.
	More delight came when standing the boy upright and ogling the lad’s nakedness.  The boy had a glazed look in his eyes, he continued to twitch some, but otherwise had settled right out.  Morton was pleased.  He wasn’t harmed (not seriously) and stood silently (‘cept for the occasional twitch).
	Morton did frown on being peed on.  He didn’t really mind being peed on, but not while wearing clothes.  Thankfully, though, he had a set of clothes in the office.
	Randy remained absolutely still and silent while his tormentor stripped himself to the skin.  He had a raging boner and stood before the boy, whacking off.  Taking a hand of the boy he had the lad do the whacking, followed by bringing the boy’s head down and pressing his young lips to the glistening manhood tip.
	From there, Morton turned the boy around, bent him over, spread his young cheeks, then began tonguing the lad’s hole.  A bit of cock lube from another secret stash place in the desk sufficiently lubricated his cock and the boy’s hole.
	A small grunt there was from the “controlled” Randy as the Morton’s  cock made anal entry.  With hands gripping the boy’s young ass hips, Morton eased into the virgin sphincter and enjoyed himself immensely.  Slowly he fucked, slowly he reached around and gave the boy’s cock a tug.
	“You’re a keeper.” Morton said as he pumped, “for a while anyways.”

	Randy’s hole was tight.  Cock pleasing tight.  Morton slid in and out, languished about the boy’s smoldering rim and then back in for a few more earnest pumps.  Morton took his cock and slapped the boy’s still searing ass.
	On and on it went until at last the man unloaded his love cream.  A great quantity was expelled DEEP into the boy’s anus, the rest anointed the boy’s ass flesh.
	Young Randy made very little emotion as he was buggered.  Morton emptied his tool splooge then collapsed into his chair.  He took the moment to admire the boy’s backend; the cheeks were still a bright red, cum oozed out of the puckered-smoldering hole.  It had been a while.  Too long.  Morton smiled and caressed the boy’s ass, he indeed was a “keeper.”

	Another “keeper” came to be a week later, on another Friday.
	“Team Two, Team Two, go to Suicide Notes…” he focused the security cam to a nice looking young girl surrounded by four other girls, in like what had happened to Randy previously--put up to copping a “five fingered discount.”
	She also tucked the music disc into her pants.  With her simple tee-shirt she pulled it down to somewhat conceal the ill-gotten booty.  She and her cohorts had just made it to the exit/entrance when Team Two arrived.

The Ancients
	“You alright?”
	“No.”
	Know that feeling when every fiber in your being hurts?  Multiply that by ten, then that number by ten and you get how Jake and Eric felt on a scale of 0-infinity of how much PAIN and DISCOMFORT they felt after stepping thru the newly opened portal.
	Moving was not an option.
	Jake didn’t even--even if he could, blink his eyes.  He knew that he was laying prone to the ground.  That was about it.  A horrible buzzing sound persisted incessantly in his ears.  Huge black swirls intermixed with brilliant flashes of bright green light exploded in his head.  
	In his mouth it was as if he had attempted to swallowed gravel.  Gravel that had been firstly passed thru a mule.  He wanted to choke, to vomit, to roll his tongue about his mouth, but that wasn’t happening either.
	The tips of his fingers tingled, and not a good tingle--it was akin to an electrical shock.  The rest of his body he couldn’t feel.  He lay still, it was about all he could do.
	Eventually, though, the deafening piercing noise in his ears and head cleared.  A gratifying breeze swept over him, he felt the pressure that had been weighing him down leave him and he could at last take a deep breath.
	Afterwards, he could open his eyes.
	The tips of his fingers, tongue, penis, and toes tingled but was dissipating gradually.  Swallowing was a bit of a pain, apart from the gravely taste in his mouth there was a choking dust like symptom in his throat.
	“Shit!” exclaimed Eric.  He very seldom cussed, being a man-of-the-cloth and all…
	He sat up, and promptly fell over.
	Jake sat up and quickly shot out his arms as outriggers to keep from falling over himself.  Eric retched but didn’t vomit.
	“Well, this is fun.” Jake muttered.  “I TOLD you we shouldn’t have gone thru!” it was a feeble attempt at humor.
	“Fuck you.” Eric replied. He didn’t mean in the conjecture of such a statement, it was HIS feeble attempt at humor.

	The breeze continued and continued bringing the two to their senses.  They both managed to sit up.  That was about all.  Describing what was around them would take a while longer.  
	“I’m guessing our physiology is not compatible…” remarked Eric.
	“Whattya mean?”
	“We’re not like those creatures, the gray cloaked armless things--”
	“Creeps.” Jake said, both he and Forrest had come to the same conclusion.  Imagine!
	“Yeah, them, Creeps.”  then, “Their bodies--”
	“Don’t have form,” interrupted Jake, “it’s like there’s nothing inside, just outside.”
	Eric nodded, then went on.  “There might be something to that, having no physical form must allow them easy, easier, passage to and fro thru those portals.”
	“Makes since to me.”  it didn’t, really, but…
	A moment or two later, “Damn.”
	“What?”
	“Well, if--” Jake rolled his still swollen tongue about his still swollen crusted lips, “--if we’re so fucked up coming thru a portal of theirs,--”
	Eric stared at him.  Then, “Oh.” then, “I think we barely survived this time.  We’ve got to find another portal NOT of those creatures, uhm, Creeps.”
	The two went silent after that for a while.  Both knew that they were really-really-really far and away from their family.