August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 21
The Edge of Night

Temple of Everlasting
	Poof dirt.  Very loose super fine very brown dirt.  It had a curious odor about it, but it wasn’t displeasing.  Slowly, very slowly, Jake and Eric came to their senses.  The breezes thankfully kept them from passing out again, although their acute awareness was resuming.
	Around them was all the signs of being seriously in another place not like the place they had been in (before.)  It was day, at the beginning or end it wasn’t that clear.  There was no sun, or moon.  Not a lot of trees but a few.  And after awhile, those trees were strange trees, they seemed to be covered in moss, long stringy moss of a color in the gray scheme.
	Jake’s balls hurt.  He still felt nauseous and disorientated, but each passing moment got better.  As long as the breeze kept up to cool him.
	Closing his eyes made him worse, keeping them open made him sleepy.  The tingling pain in his fingers and toes had lapsed, transferred to his nuggets.  Taking a sigh he waited.
	Eric was in the same condition as his young friend.  He was also acutely aware of being vulnerably butt bare ass naked.  At the Vic house he didn’t mind so much running amok in the buff, but there were times when clothing would be preferred.
	The trees that were about them were sparse, shaggy and in desperate need of a trim.  Nothing else there was but flat land, rolling hills, nothingness.  It wasn’t hopeful.  

	The breeze that was welcomed to their naked bodies got steadily more intense.  So much so that eventually it compelled the two naked ones to seek shelter in the small grove of trees.  The trees offered little protection, but it was better than being right out in the full force of the strong breeze.
	There was no climbing the trees which appeared to be similar to cypress trees.  The two naked ones huddled together and waited.
	And waited.  And waited.  And then waited some more.
	A time or two they dropped off to sleep, awakening when the breeze stiffened to a wind.  There were no animals, there were nothing.  It was a little creepy.  No, a LOT creepy.  A lot.
	But being so tired and all, the two managed to succumb to a welcomed-dreamless sleep.  When they awoke--the scenery hadn’t changed, nor had the time.  It seemed to be about the same time of day as it had since their arrival.  When they were rested, or as rested as they were going to be, they stood and checked out the area a little more earnestly. 
	All around them there was nothing but endless rolling hills.  Endless.
	There was, however, something of interest far-far away.  Determining WHAT the interest was would require a closer view.  That would require stepping out from the protection of the trees.  With the landscape not so even and the time respect unknown, reaching the “object of interest” could take hours, or days.
	But there was nothing else to do.  No food, water, shelter, or anything else to do.  So, the pair hitched up their skin and headed out.

	Their journey was mostly uneventful, mostly. 
	There were a couple of incidences of noteworthy mentioning.
	The journey for the most part seemed to be going uneventful, Eric and Jake walked briskly, nakedly, quietly.  The grass ’neat their feet was soft and pleasant to walk on.  The air fresh and clean and kind to their bare skin.  There still was no sun.  No clouds, either.  No birds, snakes, lizards, bugs, common insects, buzzing, or anything.  It only added to the air of mystic and spookiness.
	After topping one of the many rolling hills of the pristine landscape of vastness, there was a strange sight before them.  Below then, rather.  Down the hill they were on was a large area of what could only be explained as a mud flat.  a burbling-gurgling mud flat.  Circumventing the muddy area was easy enough, but there was the curiosity factor.
	Not much of an odor from the gurgling mud; it was warm and only mildly reeked of sulfur.  Not very deep, either.  Eric discovered that there apparently were healing properties from the mud, he had a few scratches and bruises and such that after rinsing off in the nearby creek on the other side of the next hill--were healed and non-existent!
	The pair continued on, finding numerous wild berries of various type that were edible.  A considerable amount was needed to sustain them and curb their hunger.
	Time was meaningless in the vast landscape but Jake guesstimated about two-three hours after leaving the cypress tree grove, a few minutes out from the mud flat area the two travelers came to a field a little different than the ones previous.  The new field was more like weeds, lush green weeds, but weeds just the same.  The stench of highly potent weeds or herb-like weeds with stinkweed being the most prevalent.
	It was quite a large area and not known if there was a way around it left or right.  The object of interest was directly before them and it WAS becoming closer.  Eric and Jake paused a moment, took a long healthy pee and then began to proceed.
	Suddenly, they were running, in all directions.  Dozens upon dozens of flying biting insects there suddenly were completely covering the two.  It was difficult to breathe let alone see--and the more the two ran amok in the wild weed area the more they stirred up the swarms of insects.
	Eric finally managed to grab his young friend and the two fled the infested area, dashing back to the mud flats.  Strangely, the insects did not follow.
	At the mud flat the two basically dove in.
	There was instant relief.  Their bodies covered in numerous-numerous bits that caused pimple zit-like bumps all over.  All over.  But the mud bath the two soaked themselves in soothed them and they stayed within for some time.
	After a time, the two did not wash the mud off but walked thru the mud paralleling their destination.  In places the mud flat was merely ankle deep, in others it was knee deep and in some places waist deep.  That was deep enough.  It was difficult enough to tredge thru the mud at knee deep so the two backed up to where they could find a less deep path and make their way along as best they could.
	At length they emerged from the mud flat to where only a few feet away was the creek.  The dense insect infested area was far away, hopefully far enough away.  A flatland marsh there was just beyond the creek.  

	It wasn’t too bad crossing into the marsh, there were no trees, just bushes/shrubs and knee deep water.  The ground was muddy but not gushy.  And there were fishes!  Of course, without a means to make a fire--neither Eric or Jake were into sushi…
	A few hours of tredging thru the clean watery marsh and the two came upon dry land.  A little soggy they were, but the land was dry.  Waist high grass and the object of their destination was just in sight.
	They struck out in a more direct course, by squinting they could just make out what appeared to be rocks, stone carved columns of rocks--that gave way to the thinking of some sort of civilization could be there.  Could be.
	Suddenly there was a shriek.  In the open flat land area it was kind of difficult to determine where the shriek came from.  But the shriek (of a child in serious distress) came again allowing Eric and Jake to narrow it down and chase it down.
	Down into a small gully a wee child of approx. ten lay trapped under a small boulder.  That was not quite her distress, however, she had been sprayed by a rather LARGE skunk.  There was a boy, there, too, freaking out as he had also been sprayed.  The boy was a bit younger than the girl.
	Tossing a handful of good sized rocks at the very large skunk it ran off.  The two kids were still in much distress, and coated with a layer of sticky itchy yellowish goo.
	Freeing the young girl was a matter of Eric pulling on the girl from behind while Eric put his muscle to the boulder and pushed.  The girl and her brother had very little time to realize their rescuers were nude--they began to itch and itch and itch.  The yellowish goo was as much an irritant as was the insects…
	Hurriedly Jake carried the girl while Eric scooped up the boy and hustled them to the marsh.
	There were no healing properties from the marsh water and did very little to wash off the yellowish goo.  Both kids had clothes on and their clothes were melding to their skin, and in some places, the clothing was being “consumed”!
	Even more hurriedly did Jake and Eric hustle the kids to the mud flats.

	At the mud flat the girl was a little put off about having her clothes stripped off.  It was then she took a more noteworthy notice that her rescuers were totally nude.  But the severe itching overwhelmed her modesty and Jake overwhelmed her…
	Eric had the young boy, about seven yrs young, stripped down and washing his young bod in the relieving mud.  Jake did likewise to the girl.  Both Eric and Jake had boners galore.
	After a few minutes in the mud, Molly and her brother, Adam, were washed off at the creek.  Too stunned was Molly to make too much of a fuss, both Jake and Eric could tell expertly that the girl was NOT a virgin.
	Molly’s eyes focused on Jake’s naked hard-on.  Jake made no bones (sorry) about it and stroked his favorite organ.  Who was she gonna tell?  Eric light cupped Adam’s ass and tugged on his little puddling.  
	Briefly it was explained to Molly about being in a New World.  She earnestly wanted to go home.  She and her family had been camping (always with the camping…) and while on a little excursion away from said family, the two found themselves unknowingly in the new world.
	Molly was scared.  She KNEW she was in deep, at her tender young age (ten) she realized that she WAS in a new world, it looked nothng like her old one.  
	The kids’ clothing had been mostly consumed by the yellowish skunk goo spray, their underwear had been okay--but Eric and Jake had slyly tucked it deep into the mud flat and the kids were naked.
	Boldly, after being rinsed off at the nearby creek, Jake ran his finger up Molly’s non-virgin snatch.  Naturally she gasped and was shocked.  She firstly tried to wrench herself away but Jake held her firmly.
	“Who’s done you?” he asked.
	Molly looked a little frightened, a little pissed, and horror stricken.
	Jake had to ask again.  Eric held a squirmy Adam between his legs, his hard-on pressed up between the boy’s legs…
	“A boyfriend?” asked Jake to Molly.
	Molly gulped, “I don’t have a boyfriend!” she declared almost sarcastically.
	“Brother?”
	Molly pursed her lips.  Jake smiled.  
	“An older brother?” Jake further inquired.
	Molly slightly nodded her head.
	“This one, too?”
	Molly sighed reluctantly.
	Jake nodded his head and squeezed his hard cock.  
	“Anyone else?”
	Molly wasn’t saying.  She had dark eyes of pitch, a very rounded face, kind of a serious face, small teeth with one missing in the front.  Her coal dark hair was silky soft (when dry) and hung nicely about her shoulders.  For ten years young she had already a nice beginning of a “chest.”  A little bit of peach fuzz coming in about her poon, too.
	Jake cupped Molly’s ass, “Your daddy do you?”
	Molly tightened up and bit in her lower lip.  Jake rubbed the girl’s butt, then maneuvered the girl to laying down…
	“Keep your legs open.” said Eric.  Jake went down on the distressed girl, his tongue working her into a slight frenzy.  She was a little naughty, she had been caught not too long previous having sex with her little brother.  They had been caught by their big brother, he was fourteen and horny.  After more schooling in the ways of engaging in sex, thusly having young Adam break Molly in enough so as teen brother Larry’s dong could nestle into her cunny without harming her too terrifically--he did.
	It wasn’t Molly’s dad who caught them at it, but an uncle.  The kids’ parents were kind of strict and disciplinarians--getting caught doing something unnatural was a sure bet of a severe ass whooping and subsequent grounding.  So Molly had her young pussy pounded by her uncle who was about as old as Eric.
	Molly’s brothers continued to bone her, too.
	She was nervous and scared and stressed about the whole situation of being away from her family, in a new world, the skunk, and everything else.  No one had licked her pussy before, she was kind of strange and weird but also kind of thrilling.  So thrilling that she peed.  Jake didn’t mind, he licked her slick cunny more and more, sliding a fingering into her tight unfucked asshole.
	Meanwhile, Eric probed the girl’s brother, toyed with the lad’s pee-pee and ultimately got the boy to suck him.  The boy had sucked his brother and uncle and was a semi-pro.
	Molly didn’t like what was happening about her brother, but Jake climbed up between her legs and guided his cock into her.  She didn’t overly want to submit but there was little choice.  She thrashed about some but accepted her fate and was fucked silly.
	After having his cock waxed by Adam, Eric gently turned the boy about and took more stringent measures of finger fucking the lad’s hole.  The older brother and uncle had also taken their pleasures to him there, too.  So did Eric.

	Eric took a turn with Molly, too.  His cock was much more like her uncle’s.  She still didn’t really overly appreciate being fucked, and wasn’t overly thrilled about her brother being fucked, either.  But, in spite of her dislike and mild upset, AND her young age--she knew that she and her brother were in deep shit.  They were in a new world, unknown horror awaited them.  
She somehow had the presence of mind to know that she could not make it on her own and that she needed the two assholes (that would be Jake & Eric) to get her (and her brother) back where they belonged.
	After Jake and Eric had taken their pleasures to Molly and Adam, the two enjoyed even moreso watching Adam fuck Molly.  Fucking and sucking, around-the-world, Molly on top, doggie-style, and 69ing. 
	When 69ing, with Adam on top, Jake got up to the girl’s face and humped her pretty face with his cock, going into her mouth.  He had her lock her brother’s legs back and while she sucked her brother’s seven year old cock and balls, Jake poked his way into the boy’s asshole.
	Meanwhile, Eric caressed Molly’s ass, kissed and licked and deeply missed his family.  But with a nice hard cock he stuffed his way into Molly’s backdoor and fucked himself into a glorious orgasm.

	Time for a walk
	A long walk.  A long-long walk.  It wasn’t too bad, there were berries to eat, fresh-clean water to drink (and frolic in), and soft moss-like grass to walk on.
	When Molly needed to pee, she simply stood with legs open and peed.  It was a turn-on for Jake and Eric.  For the male members of the troupe, they simply stood and dangled their schlongs and pissed away.
	After peeing, she was generally fondled, fingers, frisked, and promptly stuffed.  Eric enjoyed her brother, Adam mostly--doing likewise as Jake did to Molly.
	Afterwards, they walked.
	And walked.
	And then walked some more.
	There were breaks for consuming water and berries, peeing, and other.  Jake and Eric liked the “other.”  Inasmuch as Eric liked fooling with Adam, he spent time dwelling in Molly’s poon, too.  Very muchly did he miss his family, mostly the screwing of them.  Zap, his friend if you remember, would have LOVED being out in such an environment.  Eric wished it WAS Zap.  If he only had a reassurance that he could easily tredge back to the old Victorian house, he wouldn’t mind the traipsing thru new worlds.
	Finally, the landscape began to change, slowly and subtly.  The grasses became more taller and there were other vegetation sprouting up, huge ferns and pond-like vegetation.  Most of which was very weird and odd looking.
	There was found a path.  It was old and very nearly concealed but a path it was nevertheless.  Huge overgrowth of various types of swamp/pond/marsh vegetation consumed the area, and slowly coming into view there was a structure.
	Old stone, flagstone, extremely well weathered stone long forgotten.  There was a wall of stone almost the color of yellow, almost.  A dingy-dingy dirt crusted yellow--almost brown.  In many places it had fallen down, the wall.  Ivy and other assorted unknown type vine-like plants clung to the wall which was not very thick nor tall.  It was a structure stretching a hundred fifty feet or so in diameter.  The path the group followed went right to an open door.
	Inside there were more round walls, timber structuring was prevalent, too.  Seating there was in the form of carved stone.  Water fountains long since gone dry were set about everywhere.  Strange to odd sculptures of very strange to odd creatures were all about the inner wall, set inside small alcoves.
	Eric and Jake froze as the creatures were none other than the Creeps!
	These Creeps, however, were stone.  But still, they were eerie to seriously creepy just the same.  
	Inside the inner wall was something of a garden.  Seriously overgrown with a centralized pond.  It was dry.  Seating there was all around the pond and there were stone remains of a sculpted Creep.  By Eric’s guesstimating it was very tall, he doubted that it was an exaggeration of size from the real model.
	“Hey, check this out.” Jake called losing interest in the stone Creep.
	All along the inner wall were carvings, hieroglyphics.  
	“What do you make of it?”” Jake asked Eric.
	Eric, who was a minister if you remember, had studied lightly such things while in seminary school.  But the carvings were different in that they were not of Egyptians or the like, but Creeps.
	“There’s a language here,” drooled Eric, but he couldn’t make since of it.  It would take a while.
	It was then that Jake looked around, 
	“Hey, where’s the kids?”
	
	A world of hurt
	In a world of chaos and on the verge of ‘going to hell in a hand basket’, what else was there to do but get the hell out!?  Seemed like a good idea at the time.  
	The Song, Chorus, and Harmony, all came to be in one place at one time.  How convenient!  The leader of the Harmony, Morton the Mole, owned and operated a mammoth customized vehicle.  Built from the ground up, all-wheel drive, all-terrain, not one but TWO engine poweplants, six massive wheels--with two being tandem dualys.  It was a massive machine and just what was needed in the time of calamity.  A little cramped for toting so many of the Choir, but be that as it may…
	Strange pissed off creatures roamed the landscape of the Birth World, raising havoc and destruction wherever they went.  Chaos reigned supreme as the citizens of the Birth World ran virtually amok terrified.  The military was of little help, too late they were to most skirmishes; the powers that be in their infinite wisdom were holding back the mighty might of the forces at their disposal--some of the powers that be were contemplating lowering the boom--the BIG boom, wiping out the scurge that plagued their land.  Of course, dropping a Nuke would consequently wipe out the citizens of that plagued land--but in times of war, sacrifices had to be made.
	Morton understood that, having been an officer in the nation’s plagued land.  He knew what the Big Wigs at the White House and Pentagon were thinking and contemplating.  Having no spaceship at his disposal to escape to a more civilized planets, when the handy-dandy Portals to another world came to be--seemed the only logical thing to do.
	He didn’t profess he knew how the Portals worked or what they led to.  For all he knew the other side was just as bad as the where he was.  But something told him to make the transition anyways.
	He did not go so alone.
	Already with him were Randy and Penny, along with three others plucked up during the fiasco-chaos of their invaded burg.  Buster and Penny he had “acquired” from his place of business at the mall.  Of the remaining three, two had been previous “keepers” while the other was merely plucked up off the chaotic street before fleeing the area and moving into the woods near them.
	Randy has previously been discussed in an earlier chapter (18).  Penny had just been brought in.  Right off Morton had liked her.  He already imagined her naked, sprawled across his lap, ass blistered red…
	Long light brown hair, soft facial features, dark blue eyes.  No earrings, no finger rings.  She looked good, well fed and groomed.  A gray shirt with a faded emblem of a cartoon character, but it was a clean shirt--just a favorite one.  Same with the jeans, a little well worn, but they were her favorite.  Off-pink tennis shoes with pink laces.
	Like Randy before her, the prospect of sitting in a detention center thru the weekend was not a good deal.  Nor was it well received about “calling her folks.”  she gulped and became ultra nervous (fidgety.)
	“Well,” drawled Morton with a quivering smile, “I guess we only have one last option.”
	Could it be worse than having her folks called or the weekend in juvenile hall?
	With a nod from the Security Chief the timid girl slowly came around the great desk.  Out from a bottom drawer he withdrew a paddle.  The girl’s eyes focused on the paddle and automatically her hands went to her butt.
	“Take the licking or it’s the phone call and police.”
	Penny gulped and seemed to tighten up all over.  Some choice.
	At length, though, she sighed and had come to the decision.  
	She nodded to the man and inched a little more closer to him.  
	Morton scooted back the chair he was sitting in and by the elbow pulled Penny right up to him.  She still held her hands to her butt, it had been awhile since last she had been swatted, her butt tightened up and the impending doom.
	Gently she was lowered down across the man’s lap.  Great fear swelled within her.  It was a strange man, but a man of power, official empowerment.  But being swatted?  
	The first swat took her by surprise.  It was hard and swift.
	It was quickly followed by another.
	Penny jolted and then tightened up as much as she could.  Defensively she brought her hands up to protect her dainty tender ass, the security chief gripped the hands and held them firmly while two more hard swats assailed her.
	Then, his bare hand took a swat to her--whether or not she actually knew it or not was not known--she reeled from the swatting and knew little else.
	Morton squeezed the cheeks then made small circles about each one--before probing his fingers between her legs.  Penny wasn’t aware, she sobbed and clenched and could only feel the searing pain in her ass.
	Then, she was stood up and the option to have had her parents called and go to juvey looked better for when standing the Security Chief jerked on her jeans, trying to work them down.  Penny protested but was wrestled with and then brought back down to his lap.  Penny fought and flailed about and managed to let out a squeaking scream before a jolt of electricity surged thru her.
	She couldn’t scream.
	She couldn’t flail her arms.
	She couldn’t do anything but breath and take what the security chief wanted to do.  The Chief did a lot, too.  With Penny across his lap stunned by the handheld taser gun he had little trouble working the girl’s jeans down.  Powder blue panties, plain she wore.  They were clean and not well worn.  Morton smiled and made circles on her butt, he could feel the heat from her ass and gave her more heat with a couple of hard smacking swats bare handed. 
	His fingers again probed her cookie, squeezing the flesh there until such a point came where he had to get on with it.  
	As Penny struggled to get her breath, Morton slipped his hand inside her powder blue panties and eased them down to her knees.  Penny wept, she very well knew what was happening to her now.
	Morton caressed the burning bum of the child, like Randy--it was soft and alluring, and ten years old!

Nightmares all day
	Surprisingly, Morton attended a church.  It was not for the religious factor--it was business.  At the church was the best place for “acquisitions.”  It was a new church for Morton, having “acquired” his quota at a previous.  At the new church he had quickly set his attention on a few subjects.
	In the midst of chaos, those “subjects” found themselves in a nightmarish hell.  Bound, gagged, and watching a horrible molestation in progress.  Where they were they did not know, how they came to be bound and gagged they didn’t know that, either.  They did know that they were in deep shit.  Deep nightmarish shit.
	Julianna fussed but knew it was no good, her wrists and ankles were well tied and tied together behind her back.  She needed water, she needed to be out in the open air, she needed to awaken from the nightmare she was in.  
	Beside her was church-mate, Trisha.  She was secured in the same manner and fussed as much, too.  Both girls stared in awe at what went on before them:
	A girl about eleven or so was being raped.  Her hands were tied behind her, she lay on her back, her legs pulled back and held by ropes, a gag-ball in her mouth, and she was nude.  
	The man raping her seemed familiar to the dazed and confused Julianna and Trisha, but their minds were a little frapped and they weren’t sure.  They weren’t sure as to how they had come into the nightmare to begin with.
	Julianna made a startling discovery--her short pink skirt was down at her bent knees, her panties (also pink) were on, but they had been scrunched into her ass crack thusly exposing a great deal of flesh.  Her pink shirt was undone and her pink bra cups flipped up to expose her young twelve year old breasts.  
	Looking away from the horror of the man she vaguely knew, Julianna took in to believe that they were all inside a van of some type, a thick carpet there was, heavy dark boarded siding for the walls and the outline of where a “door” hatch was.  There were a few wooden boxes about but that was all.  No windows or other doors.  The only light was from a recessed light in the ceiling, it was a dull glow and provided little light to shed light on their ordeal.
	The man was nude, Julianna could see his manhood going in and out of the distraught girl as she flailed madly about, sobbing and whimpering as she was fucked.  The man pumped slowly with a few times his penis coming out to nestle against her broken entrance.  He rocked and humped on the outside of her cunny before slipping himself back in.
	Julianna gulped and tightened up, she didn’t think she had been raped, not yet.  And strangely, she found her own cunny a little moist!  It tingled and she desperately wished she could finger it.
	Beside her church friend Trisha wriggled and arched her back, she had worn a simple shirt of off-white that was off the shoulders--completely opened.  There was no bra.  Her tight jeans were at her knees but her panties were on and not in the crack of her ass.
	Trisha was nearly sixteen.  A little snooty, a little uppity, but friendly enough not to be liked.  Trisha was in the choir, on the honor roll at her school, worked part time at a hospital, had her learner’s permit to drive.  She wasn’t overly pretty, her hair needed work.  A plain face, hazel eyes, strawberry blonde hair that was full of life but at the same time lacked it.  
	The man began to make noise as the girl he fucked quitted.  
	“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” he exclaimed and he commenced to seriously fucking.  The young girl beneath him finally submitted and the man doing her did her.  He pumped furiously for a moment or two and then pulled his manhood out; a great gob of thick gobbish milky white substance spilled out of his piss opening.  Julianna blinked her eyes and gulped again.  She knew what the “stuff” was--sperm.
	Julianna found her cunny tingling more and more--desperately she wanted to scratch it, to satisfy it like she did secretly at home.  She began pounding her poon against the carpet in a feeble attempt to become satiated.
	Trisha, beside her, groaned.  “Oh no.” 
	Julianna looked and her mind was blank--the young girl that had just been raped they knew, Kaylee Zhun, their preacher’s eleven year old daughter.

	The man scooted up further between the girl’s legs, stroking his penis fully emptying his tool splooge.  Julianna had only seen little boys nude, pictures on the bathroom wall, and her health book.  Vaguely did she have a meager notion of what a boy her age or beyond looked like naked.  She stared blankly as the nude man humped against Kaylee’s nude chest.
	Then, from the shadows behind the man someone moved.  Julianna stared and stared, squinted her eyes but couldn’t make out who (or what.)  The nude man moved off of Kaylee and sat on his ass, leaning against the wall of the enclosure.  Julianna tried not to stare at his manhood.  Her cunny still tingled and she wondered-just wondered, what it WOULD be like to be fucked?
	She figured that being enclosed wherever and tied up like she was, the likelihood of being raped was likely.  She kinda figured that being a cheerleader like she was, cute, frilly, overly outgoing and friendly, squeaky clean--she was the object of desire of many boys.  She forgot about the men.  But she didn’t believe MEN of her church would be naughty--not to the point of out-and-out kidnapping her for sexual pleasures.
	Men of her church.  Julianna squinted her eyes.
	“Oh shit!” she blurted.
	“What?” asked Trisha in a hoarse whisper.
	“That guy,” Julianna whispered back, “that new guy, Gordon--”
	“Morton.” Trisha stated, “It’s the new guy, Morton McGavity.”
	The man, Morton the Mole, went to sleep.  In the darkness and not so there were sobbings.  Preacher’s daughter, Kaylee rolled to her side, in the dim light Julianna could see the girl’s face and the “coating” of cum all over her.
	The man farted.
	A huge narly-nasty butt blasting anal rip.  Julianna had heard her father rip some ripe ones before, it was funny then--not now.  Trisha lay motionless, exhausted from the nightmarish ordeal.
	The man stretched and let loose another butt blast, then toyed with his manhood that had gone “soft”.  Julianna was curious about that, too--why did it go from one size to the other?
	He fondled his bare balls then sat up on his knees to stretch.  A hand came down to caress Kaylee’s ass.  He rolled her to her knees and continued caressing her, then it looked as though he put his finger into her asshole.  Julianna had put HER finger into HER asshole--while showering--just curious, to see what it was about as she had heard of “butt fuckings”, girls at her school older and younger taking a boy into their asshole.  At home privately Julianna stuffed her pert virgin poop chute with a broom handle and her dad’s metal mini flashlight.
	From behind them there was movement.  The man pulled out of that darkness a boy, a nude boy.  He appeared to be about ten.  The man stood the boy on his knees and positioned himself behind.  Julianna’s eyes fell to the boy’s nakedness, his wiener.  The man reached around the boy’s body and began toying with it!  He stroked the small organ and then cupped and squeezed the boy’s testicles.
	Julianna was awed, shocked, dismayed, and curious.  She had never touched a boy’s private area…
	Then, Morton scooted right up behind the boy and they both began scooting toward Julianna and Trisha.
	Trisha struggled to sit up as the two neared.  Her heart nearly sank as she saw the young nude boy.  Morton looked right at her, they knew each other, not real well but they had shook hands.  He smiled at her, then looked to her bare breasts.  Trisha closed her eyes, ‘Bastard.’ she had on her mind.
	Morton then looked to Julianna--he continued to toy with the boy’s privates, “Suck him.” he told the pre-teen.
	Julianna blinked her eyes, pink was her color, so much so that she even had her hair dyed pink, all her jewelry was pink.  Small teeth, a sweet face, and very athletic as she was indeed a cheerleader.  She stared down to the boy’s penis that had grown a little.
	Morton continued stroking and playing with the puddling, he also was fondling the boy’s ass and digging a finger into the boy’s anus.  Slowly the boy’s puddling began to stiffen…
	“Suck him.” said Morton.  His voice was in such a manner that Julianna knew better than not to comply.  She had never tested a penis, or a “cock” as the girls at school called them.  She was curious, naturally curious and had heard the girls at her school doing such things (sucking).  But to do so herself?
	Curiosity and fear won out and she engulfed the small penis.  
	She sucked on it totally, bobbing her head back and forth.  At first she could make no discernible description of what the taste was like, or likend to.  It was, however, similar to string cheese.
	Suddenly, from up between the boy’s legs there was another cock, Morton’s.
	“Suck it.” he told her.
	Julianna being bound and secured and locked away knew there was no way out of her nightmare.  She didn’t know how she had come to be abducted and it was a safe bet that before it was over she was going to be raped, too.  She thought that if perhaps she would submit to the man, her mistreatment wouldn’t be so severe.
	Maybe.  Not likely, but maybe.
	Morton’s cock was stiff, much more stiff than that of the young boy.  It was also kinda gamey.  But Julianna closed her eyes and engulfed the head.
	The “taste” by comparison to the boy she had just sucked was significant--Morton’s cock was AWFUL.  It smelled awful and had a more potent taste sensation.  She found herself retching and nearly vomiting.  Slowly, though, the massive cock slid fully into her mouth and the boy was pushed away.
	The man’s hands roamed thru her pink dyed hair, pushing her to engulf the full member fully.  She gagged some, choked and continued to retch.  Julianna felt there was a point whereas the pivotal point of what the man had done into and onto Kaylee earlier was coming.  She wondered what the taste of a guy’s sperm would be like.
	She would soon find out.  But first, the cock was pulled out of her mouth and pressed against her face.  It was even jabbed into her nose.  A couple of times it (the cock) poked her eyes.  Mostly, though, it humped her face before she was turned to lay positioned on her backside.
	Morton pushed the girl’s short skirt and panties on down to her ankles, then came up to nestle himself on her face, his ball sac in her mouth.  Morton then began fondling her body--his hands roaming freely all over while she suckled on his hairy balls.	
	Needless to say, Trisha was appalled.
	She also knew that HER TURN was due.
	Morton fingered Julianna’s cunt, he went down on it and licked the girl into a frenzy until such a time as whereas his cock was indeed nearing explosion.  Morton sat up and jacked off into the girl’s mouth.
	“Swallow it.” he told her.
	Julianna half heartedly did so.
	The taste was not pleasing, and swallowing even less.

	With young Randy’s bone still stiff, he was positioned on Julianna, his puddling guided into the girl’s virgin cunny.  Natural instinct reigned supreme and young terrified Randy began to fuck.  His secured arms and feet were untied, Morton pressed a hand onto the boy’s bare ass; he leaned down and whispered to the boy,
	“Do as your told, don’t cause me problems, and you’ll live without pain.” then, “Got me?”
	Randy gulped and nodded.  He went on to continue fucking the girl beneath him, his arms were free to move to support himself and legs to straddle the girl, too.  He fucked with ease and liked it.
	While Randy fucked Julianna, Morton turned his attention to Trisha.

	Trisha thrashed some as Morton ran his hands over her, working her jeans and panties down.  Morton smacked her thighs, outside and inner, and the girl settled right out. 	
	The man then “went down” on the girl, licking her poon and discovering a tidbit of useful information.
	After repositioning himself, his cock laying on the girl’s poon, his body pressing down on her squeezing her bare breasts, he posed a question:
	“Who’ve you been doing?  Or who’s been doing you?”
	Trisha was closed mouth and not about to answer.  She was frightened, pissed, and disgusted.  
	Morton’s dong pulsed against the teen’s cunt as she wriggled and continued to uselessly fuss about.  He asked again.  And again.  And finally used a little electronic “persuader”.
	After the electrical zap and the subsequent twitching that followed, Trisha blurted that she was having sex with her three brothers--one younger and two older.  No boyfriend, just her brothers.
	She didn’t suck but DID hand job the boys, she didn’t take it (cock) in the ass, either.  She got naked with the boys and sometimes all at the same time.  They fucked in her bedroom, in the boys’ room, bathroom floor, the tub, the shower, backyard pool, kitchen table…
	The boys wore condoms and Trisha was “on the Pill.”
	The admission by Trisha was heard by Julianna and the others.  Julianna stared with pursed in lips.  Her thoughts were her own but Forrest was capable and able to delve into the girl’s mind--he saw that she was curious about what it was like to be “horny” and to have sex with a boy, she was only mildly curious about what sex would be like with another girl.  When Trisha blurted about her relations a-la sexual with her brothers, Julianna felt that tingly sensation in her poon go into overdrive.
	Young Randy had fucked her and that had been kinda okay.  It was a new sensation for her--Forrest saw that aside from the broomstick in her asshole, she took on a banana and all-beef hot dog wiener.  She sorta-kinda longed to spread her legs for a boy’s cock--just to know personally what it would be like.
	She also wanted to know what it would be like to SUCK a boy’s cock, to have in her ass and pumping off all over her.  She was a closet pervert.

	Trisha’s cunt swallowed Morton’s cock.  She reeled, she clenched and shuddered as her pussy was filled to capacity.  She wanted to deny the “good feeling” the cock provided; her older brothers Don and Terry were good fuckers, Don was 18 and Terry had just turned 21.  Younger brother, Davey, was a good fuck, too, but he was 14 and fucked too fast.
	Morton noticed Trisha’s nipples perking up.  He suckled them and drove his massive manhood into the girl’s cunny DEEPER.
	Trisha thrashed about madly; both in the manner of how despicable it was to be raped, manhandled by a man; as well as the intensity of the sexual feeling she received from it.
	Trisha struggled to keep herself from enjoying the fuck, even more to keep herself from achieving orgasm.  She failed in both measures.  She enjoyed being fucked--otherwise she wouldn’t have allowed her brothers to boff her so often.
	After the fuck, Morton suckled both breasts to his delight and fulfillment.  Thereafter his cock languished in the girl’s sopping wet cunny; of which thereafter young Randy once more got some action.  Morton sat behind the free-will boy, caressing the lad’s ass as well as finger fucking his hole.
	Morton’s cock was well spent and would need a long rest break before being capable of any further shenanigans.  He warned young Randy to be good about his being untied.
	“Make an attempt to escape, untie the others, cause any sort of problem--and you’ll regret it.” then, “Got me?”
	The boy nodded with a gulp, “Got it.”
	Morton gently slapped the boy’s face, “Just make fucking sure you do.” he then left via the hatch and was gone for some time.

	Forrest saw that the boy was indeed a good boy.  So were the others.  No one asked to be untied and the boy sat up against a wall quiet.  Young Penny slept.  Kaylee had sat up and sobbed, she recognized Trisha and Julianna and wanted to know what was going on.  The ball-gag in the girl’s mouth had been removed--so as she could suck on her abductor’s cock as well as young Randy’s…
	Trisha supplied no information, she didn’t know HOW she and the others had come to be in such a dire predicament, only that they were.  Julianna explained lightly that they had been kidnapped for sexual purposes.  Which was true.
	Kaylee wanted to go home.  
	“I don’t think that’s going to happen, not for a while.” Julianna said.
	This wasn’t well received by Kaylee who broke down in tears.

	Morton returned but didn’t stay long.  He was clothed, too.  His footwear was crusted in mud and there were both mud and blood splatters on his shirt and pants.  He looked over his captives who looked to him with great fear.  Drawing the boy to him, Morton whispered in his ear.  The others could only barely hear the whispering, but saw the boy’s face change to one of not quite horror inasmuch as it was total disbelief as to what was being whispered.
	After that, the man left.
	“What did he say?” asked Julianna.
	Randy still looked shocked and awed.
	“Well?”
	“He-he wants me to-to--”
	“To what?  What’s he want you to do?”
	Randy pursed his lips, licked them, then sighed.  Gulping he looked down to the reddish ruddy brown carpeting and said, “He wants me to fuck you all.”
	Julianna reared her head back.  “Wow.”  Trisha shook her head and sighed as well.
	“He said you all have to suck me, my thingy.”
	Trisha nodded, Julianna sat in some disbelief.  She wasn’t appalled, but he WAS in the need of a toidy (bathroom).

*

Lost finds…
	“Looky what I found!” quipped the youngster.
	“You shouldn’t have wandered off like that, this is a dangerous place.”
	The little boy was undaunted and continued exploring the new room.
	The boy’s sister looked a little admonished and stood with hands behind her.  Any other time and Jake would have likened to have jumped her bones.  But he held off, for the moment.
	The new room was not far from the outside atrium area, a small maze-like corridor whereas some passages merely dead-ended.  The new room was cool, musty, and kinda dank.  Light was filtered in via dozens of small holes along one wall and part of the ceiling.  No decorations, just plain smooth carved stone, floor-ceiling, walls.
	The central focal point of the room was a pond.  Or a pool.  It was long since dry and had a raised 2-foot wall about it.  Nothing ornate, no carvings, no writings.  In the pool were dead plants, a few stones and other assorted rocks, and a pump.
	The pump was akin to an old fashioned Down on the Farm type pump before running water in the house was the norm.  The pump was simple gray stone, standing some 3-feet up with a pump lever and a spill way.
	Also, all about the inside of the stone pond were small stone tubes, about an inch diameter, about a dozen of them, and they stood some 1-foot up from the surface.  The pool-pond itself spanned a mere six foot across.
	“Careful.” cautioned Eric as Jake stepped into the empty stone pond.
	Jake clutched his naked balls and raised the pump lever.
	He had much doubt that anything would happen. 
	And he was right.
	Firstly, the level wouldn’t budge.  Eric came to lend a hand, Molly clutched her brother to her to keep him from wandering.  Jake and Eric gave it their all--but the lever wouldn’t move.
	They tried and tried and tried and tired.
	Finally, with all their strength all but spent, little Adam pointed to the pump and said, “Would it be better if you moved that little rock?”
	Eric and Jake looked and sure enough, just under the lever in the pump stand there was wedged a small smoothed river stone.  Eric shook his head in disbelief and Jake plucked the stone away.
	Giving the pump lever another try and success!
	To what good it would do was unknown.  It sounded like stone grinding against stone.  No water.  Not even dust!  Nothing.
	Then, there was dust.  Spitting dust of powder.  Jake had thought the odor of dank and mustiness had been overpowering before, now it just reeked!  The dozen small square tubes in the pond choked up puffs of dust, more puff exploded out of the pump.
	“Look!” shouted Molly.
	Everyone looked and from out of one of the stone tubes was water!
	It was a little murky but it soon cleared up and was clear.
	All the tubes began to soon cough up and spill out fresh clean water.
	From out of the pump there also came life giving refreshing water.

	From their long arduous walk (on bare feet) soaking the tootsies in the water was very relieving.  They drank from the spilling water out of the pump and was refreshed.  
	“I gotta pee.” announced boldly Adam.  Molly rolled her eyes,
	“Don’t pee in the water!”
	The boy left the room to pee elsewhere.
	Jake slid into the pond to fully immerse himself.
	When Adam didn’t return right off, Molly went to find him.
	She returned moments later, “Hey, come look at this.”
	Outside the main pond was filling with water, too.

	The water plants in the outside pond came to life, they weren’t too tasty, though, and actually stung the tongue.  The water, however, remained tasty.  But more sustenance was required.  
	And more was found!
	A secret room young Adam found, by playing and running amok as children do, the boy merely leaned against a wall and it moved!  He did get a little lost and a little frightened--’specially when the eyes of the stone Creeps in their alcoves suddenly came to life and were illuminated.
	The light, though, gave light and calm to the boy and he found his way back out.  Once he had told his story, Jake and Eric followed up.  
	It was a little spooky--just a little, traipsing down a narrow hallway were every two feet there was an alcove and within was a towering stone carving statue of a Creep--with illuminated eyes!
	At the end of the narrow hallway there was a room--with yet another pond.  Water wasn’t flowing here so Eric and Jake made with the pumping action--after removing the rock blocking the lever, and there was water galore!
	There, too, were stone tablets with more strange glyphic writings, drawings, and what have like that there.  There were also sacks.  Sacks of grain, flower seeds, vegetable seeds.  Hidden tucked away sacks inside obscured alcoves and niches in the new room revealed candy bar sized treats.  Some were sweet, others were not so sweet.  A kind of trail mix; identifiable items were raisins, dates, plums, various types of nuts, and honey as a binding agent.  When dipped into the water the treat provided a very welcome and filling meal.

	More surprises came with yet ANOTHER secret room (secret to the humans anyways) found (by Adam--again).  In the newest room were more niches and alcoves.  On the walls more carvings, intricate writings.  There, too, were items akin to musical instruments--like a flute and piccolo.  
	Flat gold-like coins with no markings whatsoever were found.
	Small beads on a string and other assorted items that could be classified as “jewelry” were found--and then, then a very strange find.
	It was a mask.
	A gold-like mask.
	It wasn’t heavy, it looked exactly like the head of the Creeps, including the small holes were the worms wriggled.  (but there were no worms).  The head was smooth, no ears.  The gold appearance was near like gold, but Eric didn’t believe that it WAS gold, just near like.  
	The jaw of the mask was extra elongated, the mouth closed.  
	It didn’t appear to be evil or even give the persona of such.  Jake, though, focused on the eyes.  It seemed like the eyes focused back!
	He then did a foolish thing…
	Yea, he put the mask on.
	Nothing happened.
	For a minute.
	Then, he screamed.  A lot.
	And loudly.
	The stood twitching while the kids made for Splitsville and Eric stood watching as streams of mixed light colors spewed out of the eye sockets.  He didn’t know what to do for him--or if there was anything that COULD be done.
	Eric did it himself, pushing the mask off his face.  He then collapsed twitching onto the stone floor.  Eric grabbed him and pulled him out of the room.

	“He’s coming around.” 
	Eric moved to his foolish friend, he wanted to chastise him something fierce, but he’d hold off until the boy was better.  
	Jake fluttered his eyes.
	“Jake,” quizzed Eric, “you with us?”
	Molly sat by Jake’s side, on her butt, knees up.  It was dark, finally, very dark.  No stars, no moon.  Eric had managed after a time to get a fire going as the air did get a bit nippy.  Young Adam had had a trying day and was conked out.
	Jake sat up on his elbows, Eric helped him get a drink of refreshing water.
	“That was a dumbass thing you did!” 
	Jake nodded that it was so.  It would take a while before he would be his self.  He shook his head, “remind me not to do that again.”  Eric smiled and nodded.

	Eric awoke, stiff and sore--sleeping nude on stone flooring wasn’t good for one’s posture--or sleeping.  Looking around he saw the tall gray stone walls, the pond, the sleeping Molly and her brother, Adam.  He knew that it was unlikely he and Jake would be returning to their home by the sea anytime soon.  If at all.
	He then saw Jake standing at the wall.
	“Uh, what’s up?”
	Jake was quiet, he stared at the interesting drawings, his lips trembled and Eric heard whispered words:

	“From the stars to the edge of night they came as one to be as many.”
	“Who?  What?” asked Eric.
	“We are the First Ones, before all others.”  Jake began to mumble thereafter, his face furrowed as if like he had a major headache.  And he did.  Along with ringing of the ears and blurred vision.
	The First Ones--also known as the Ancient.  They were the first creatures on the planet, before any and all others.  It was the First Ones who had created the parallel universe, not the catkins who came later.  When the catkins came, they were unaware of the parallel universe existence and when the created their own parallel universe phenomenon, it cascaded and exploded and created many multiples.
	They were creatures showing no malice or ill will towards anyone.  Of course, there WERE no anyones--just themselves!
	What more information there was to glean from the wall, Jake couldn’t tell.  It was guessed that his ability to read the information at all stemmed from mask, the brief wearing of the ancient artifact allowed the most basic of comprehension.
	It was further guessed that if he had of went to the wall to read right after wearing the mask he would have probably been able to glean a heck of a lot more info.  Maybe.
	He knew that he wasn’t going to do again.

	A day, a night, another day, another night.  Life at the Ancient’s Center was okay, boring, but okay.  The group rested, there was more of an attempt to read and understand the writings on the walls, sleeping, eating, and sex.
	Molly was a little more than awed watching Eric stuff Jake as Jake was positioned on all fours.  Standing before Jake was Molly’s brother, Adam.  Jake was sucking him, fondling the lad’s balls, and everything.  After a moment or so, Jake stopped and looked to Molly.  He nodded to her, ‘come here.’  semi kinda-sorta reluctantly she did.
	“Get underneath, suck me.”
	Again, semi kinda-sorta reluctantly she positioned herself under Jake and addressed his sex.  Eric was right there, too--pumping into Jake’s asshole.  Eric pumped hard, slowing down occasionally and then speeding up.  The sound of the man’s cock slamming into Jake’s asshole increased tempo; there was a mustiness that was kind of unpleasant and cum and sweat dripped down the man’s balls and Jake’s crack.
	Jake lowered himself, placing his sweaty hairy balls onto Molly’s face.  	Semi reluctantly she took the sac into her mouth and sucked as he liked being sucked.  She caressed his smooth sweaty ass and sucked on the shaft, too.
	Eric fucked until a gallon of hot gooey cum filled his companion’s rectum.  Sitting back he masturbated himself, watching with awe and gleam as his cream oozed out of Jake’s shitter--and Molly underneath sucking his wares.
	A point in time came to be when Jake was ready to shoot.  He turned about and nestled his cock onto Molly’s ten year old cunt, Adam went to Eric where Eric fondled and sucked the boy, then finger fucked the lad’s rectum.  When his cock had sufficiently restiffened, he stuffed himself into the young boy and had a time.
	Jake had a time doing Molly.
	The girl’s pussy was good, she was young, broken in, and the sensation was well received.  Jake strove to take his time and enjoy the fuck.  He sucked on her small breast mounds and did his best to make the event last and to hopefully bring the girl to an orgasm herself.
	As Eric sat back jacking off onto Adam’s ass, he saw a bird.
	A white bird.
	A BIG white bird with a familiar screech about it.
	A gull.
	He stood and stared at the bird and it was joined in mid flight aways out from the Ancient’s Lair by another gull.  Then another.
	“What?” asked Jake arising up from Molly, her cunny fully coated in a thick layer of cum-ooze.	
	“See them birds?” Eric pointed out.
	“Yeah.”
	“Sea gulls.”
	Jake nodded, “Yeah, I see that.”
	“Anything strange about that?” Eric asked and was on the move out of the area.
	“Uh, I dunno, like what?”
	“Birds like those usually swarm near an ocean or large body of water.”
	“Ocean!?” exclaimed Jake.  It was too hopeful to hope.  Frantically almost he darted out of the Ancient’s stone area and scanned the area.
	“Of course, birds like that can fly inland several miles, hundreds of miles.”
	“But they would mostly want to be around water, wouldn’t they--like an ocean.”
	Eric knew better than to get the boy’s hopes up, let alone his own.
	Looking out beyond the Ancient’s area they saw only flat land.  There was no indication of which way to go.  
	Molly and Adam came up beside Jake watching the huge gulls as they swooped about the landscape updrafts.  Slowly they headed out and didn’t seem to be returning.
	“Maybe we ought to follow them?” suggested Jake.
	Eric nodded.  “Could be a plan.” 
	It was too much to hope for; sea gulls, sea shore, sea.  Maybe, just freaking maybe it would lead them to the Vic house by the cliff side BY the sea.  Home.
	Maybe.  Not likely, but maybe.

Meanwhile…
	She had to poop.  She couldn’t hold it any longer and there was great distress exploding within her.  Her tormentor finally returned after another long hiatus doing whatever secretly.  He looked over everyone and focused on Julianna.
	“I gotta potty.” she announced.
	Morton smiled and helped the girl thru the small hatch-doorway.
	It was a vehicle.  A BIG vehicle.  The rear half was completely enclosed, there were some custom seating on the left and right, a bathroom, a small galley, more seating, and then the cab area.  Julianna saw woods out beyond the vehicle, woods she did not know.
	It was cloudy outside, the air fresh.  Some shovels there were propped against the great blue color schemed vehicle, Julianna had never seen such a rig, massive tires and lots of them.  
	Her hands were still bound, but her legs were free.  Her clothing had been completely removed and she walked briskly along to a spot to squat.  Her tormentor stood before her, helping to steady her as she pooped.
	Morton ran a hand thru her pink dyed hair, his cock growing stiff all the while.  As she pooped he eased his erection into her mouth.  Julianna sucked, the cock filled her mouth as well as humped her face.  She pushed out of her anus a long healthy brown loaf.  She gave a final grunt as the monstrous turd was dropped.  Morton ejaculated into her mouth and didn’t have to say “swallow it”, she did so on her own.  She was learning!
	Back inside the massive land yacht, Trisha expressed her desire to “poop.”  All of her clothing was removed, her cunny and asshole finger probed.  She was also warned, “no funny business.” 
	Outside she looked around, she didn’t know the area, either.  A few feet from the great immense vehicle she was escorted, her hands still secured behind her.  She squatted with Morton’s help and was eye to eye with the man’s cock.  He stroked it, ran a hand thru her hair.  She herself needed a moment before natural gravity took effect and a massive log of poo shot out of her inflamed anus.
	Up against her face the man humped his cock, it wasn’t hard but not totally stiff, either.  Into her mouth, poking her nose, ears, and eyes all the while she crapped.
	When done and exhausted from the ordeal, she was led away from the spot to where there was a picnic table.  It was crudely put together next to a lopsided barbeque grill.  Up against the table she was lain and the man pressed himself against her.  His hand traveled all over her body, squeezing her breasts, ass, and fingering her pussy.
	Trisha didn’t protest and hoped that it wouldn’t get any worse--any worse than being raped and beaten and fondled.
	Soon, Morton’s cock was stiff “enough” and he plunged it up into Trisha’s crap chute.  Instinctively the girl latched onto Morton’s bare skin, his tight no-flab stomach.  Morton squeezed her breasts (hard) as well as smacked her ass flesh.
	Afterwards, after creaming her anal tract, he returned the girl to the others, then escorted one at a time the remaining members.

	When everyone had had their chance to potty, and afterwards were molested in some way, then returned to the confines of the mammoth vehicle, Morton broke out sodas and small finger foods.  He also played a video.  In the enclosure a hidden 17-inch flat screen TV popped up out of a recessed alcove, it showed young Randy getting sucked on by the girls.
	As he had been told and he had told the girls, the girls had complied, they had no cause to doubt that Randy was on the up and up and not just wanting to get his weenie waxed.  Each girl gave him a decent blowjob, Kaylee and Penny were somewhat reluctant but Trisha explained that if they didn’t suck, the man would probably beat them.  
	Sucking was better than being beaten.
	Randy, Penny, and Kaylee had been beaten (ass whooped) prior to being out-and-out kidnapped and incarcerated inside Morton’s ride.  They remembered and did not wish to be spanked again--so Penny and Kaylee submitted and willingly (sort of) sucked off on Randy’s cock.
	Trisha and Julianna sucked the boy’s dong as well as his furless testicles.  And when he was super stiff, Julianna positioned herself so whereas young Randy to mount her (again) and fuck.  Just as reluctantly, Trisha did likewise.  She didn’t wish to be stricken by Morton’s hand again, either.  And she feared pissing him off would only result in a more harsher beating.
	After Trisha and Julianna had been fucked by Randy, it was Kaylee and Penny’s turn.  Neither young girl was too submissive, but again, warned of not complying and the subsequent ass beating if they didn’t persuaded the two and they semi-willingly opened their legs and got fucked.
	Randy was too immature to cum, but his dick was good a stiff and being unsecured he was able to mount the girls and fuck his fill.  There was no denying the “good feelings” from the sex act; he enjoyed, too, being sucked.
	When done fucking the girls, he had to positioned himself on his hands and knees, lean down and the girls all place hickies on his ass cheeks AND kiss his asshole.  Thereafter, they could sleep.
	It was all viewed later and no one asked why or how.

*

And it just goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on….
	Little wonder this epic adventure doesn’t end.  
	How much time had passed wasn’t clear.  After the video the group was hustled back into the enclosure.  Morton told them to “do it, anyway you like, just so long as you “do it.”” and they knew and understood what he meant and referred to.  He also added, “I want to see more ‘girl on girl’, too.
	He then left.
	For a few minutes nothing.  Trisha sat up shaking loose strands of hair out of her face, shaking her head.  Was there no end to it?  She sat against the wall of the enclosure, head down, thinking.  Julianna sat beside her, contemplating.  Kaylee and Penny sat together, a little disheartened.  Young Randy sat watching them all--wondering who would be the first to suck him…
	Meanwhile, outside, Morton peed, scratched his balls, and looked around as if he were looking for someone, or waiting.  He appeared concerned if not worried.  Slipping into a one-piece coverall outfit of forest green and plucking up a shovel and a shotgun, he scooted off into the woods.
	Inside the enclosure of the mega machine, Julianna slurped off on Randy’s cock…
	Outside a large 4-wheel drive van pulled up.  Morton got out of the passenger side, a skinny man hopped out of the driver’s side.  He stretched, farted, then whipped out his cock and proceeded to have himself a nice long piss.  When done he stretched some more, farted, then tucked his slinky back in his pants.
	The two men, Morton and the driver, apparently knew one another, they came to face one another and chat a moment or two, and then the driver opened the side door of his ride.
	There was a small-small interior having a wash basin in a small wooden cabinet, a box-locker, and a duffle bag.  The rest of the 9-foot long van was blocked off by a well enforced partition.  Like Morton’s enclosure, it had a small oval-like “hatch” serving as a door.
	There, too, was a video screen that allowed viewing into the secretive enclosure.
	The new man unlocked the hatch and spoke to someone within.  A boy about 10 or so crawled out.  He was a husky fella, not far in any since, but big for his age just the same.  (but not fat)  It was noticed that attached to his temples were diodes, one on each side with small blinking green lights.
	The boy stood perfectly still, but his face was all kinds of confused.  All kinds.  He was dressed, too--and he had wet himself.  He wore a simple boy’s shirt that was unbutton with a gray undershirt underneath.  No shoes and his jeans were a simple pair of jeans.  Very curly blond hair, thick.  Eyes of blue and he had the appearance of being a possible bully-type character.
	Morton looked the boy over with glee.
	His friend spoke to someone else beyond the hatch and a young girl emerged.  He helped the child out and then some others followed.  Each had diodes attached to their temples.
	“Good job, Sully, damn good job.”
	“Sully” nodded and stood the girls in a line.  There was one more boy who had not only pissed himself but had crapped his drawers, too.  He reeked.  He was a nice looking boy, sheepish, long blond hair, etc.
	“Take off all of your clothes.” spoke “Sully” to the first boy.
	Only a minor hesitation there was before the boy complied.  His name was James, he was half a year away from being eleven.  He slipped off his shirt and undershirt, then slid down his pants followed by his undies.  When he stood all the girls who were lined up bulged their eyes.  Most gulped and all hung their mouths open.
	But they didn’t scream, fret, cry, wail, clench, or express any emotion.
	The girls aged from as young as five to as old as nine.  One black girl in the bunch, one Chinese girl.  Everyone got a whiff of the boy who had shit his pants.  No one really knew it was him per se, but everyone knew someone had done it.
	Morton took the boy to the other side of the van.
	“Take off your clothes.” Morton told the boy.  He WAS a good looking lad, a sidekick to the first boy, James.  His name was Brad, he was deeply embarrassed about shitting his pants, it stunk and was gross.  Morton stood and watched in mild awe as the boy automatically complied.  
	Morton liked the ability of expressing command and having it followed thru without all the emotions, but there was something to be said for the whimpering, crying, sobbing, begging, pleading, etc.  But the diode attachments made the whole thing worth while.
	Brad pushed his shitty underwear down and was close to losing it, crying and carrying on so (as normally he should.)  Morton helped the boy out of his clothes, then used the lad’s shirt to wipe his ass clean.  He then took a moment to fondle the boy’s cock and balls.
	The sound of a helicopter buzzing not too far away prompted Morton to take the boy back around to where the others were.  
	Sully had waited.
	James stood embarrassed to be so vulnerable.  His embarrassment doubled as he found his abductor and the abductor’s friend “checking him out.”
	“We probably don’t have a lot of time.” cautioned Morton.  His friend nodded, “Shits breaking out all over the God damned place.”
	“I know a couple of places to go.” smiled Morton.  Sully grinned then looked to the boy,
	“Okay, showtime!”