August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 22
Beyond the Darkness

To the Sea!
	Two ships bobbed listlessly in the small bay, a small line of boats scurried to and from the ships to the shore.  On the shore there were peoples, a mix of peoples.
	Not just peoples--humans, but minotaurs and rats!
	Searats!
	Not good.
	Getting closer to figure out what was going risked being exposed--and neither Eric or Jake felt that that was a good idea.  They had walked from the creepy Ancient Ones stone abode two days.  The sea gulls and scent of the sea drew them and gave them hope.  They hoped that their home by the sea would be close.
	But it wasn’t.
	There was no large tract of deep forest, no 18th Century style Victorian home, nothing.  Nothing but the two ships and the mixed creatures on the shore.
	“Looks like the humans are tied up.” Eric stated.
	Jake concurred.  Men, women, teens, and children.  It was probable to believe that the humans had come in from the Birth World of Earth, captured, and were being divvied up between the two factions.
	Minotaurs and searats.  It looked as if though the two were allies.
	THAT was not good.  Not good at all.

Screwing right along…
	Though he professed to be a self-made bully, the actuality of asserting himself was a mere façade.  James Wort stood before the black girl of the group, Kerry.  She was seven years young, wore a yellow top, short black shorts, and was dead panned face as she stared back to the older boy.  It was unbelievable, incomprehensible, in-fucking-credible!  
	James was a partial bully, he prayed upon the younger ones, pushed them around; took their lunch money & lunch!  But he wasn’t rough, not into fisticuffs or pushing a child down--he just wanted to exert his authority enough to make his point and get what he wanted.  Sort of like a king…
	King James (sorry) stared at the black girl, the command was given “take off her clothes, all of them” and the boy needed a moment to himself to process the command.
	“holy shit!” he exclaimed.  He blinked his eyes, licked his lips and nervously pulled off the girl’s yellow top.  The unfortunate girl was unable to react, as were they all.  No one of the group could ward off the commands or override the diode attachments.
	To his knees King James knelt, undoing the girl’s shorts and tugging them down.  White panties there were before him, tidy-whiteys, small love pat hearts all over them.
	“Ever see a girl in her panties before?” asked Sully.
	King James shook his head, No.
	“Take ’em down.” said Sully.
	James gulped and looked a little petrified.  The black girl looked stunned and awed and almost horrified.  She looked down as James tugged her panties down rendering her basically naked.  The boy lifted one leg at a time to fully ease the girl out of her clothes.  Once done he sat back and let out a sigh.
	Beside Kerry was a smallish white girl, six year old Tammy.
	Tammy was a cutey, soft features, smallish body, lovely to look at.  She made not much in the way of facial upsettedness as naked King James undressed her.
	“Feel of her ass.” Sully said to James.
	James clenched up but was still unable to fend off the command; he placed his hands onto Tammy’s bare ass and squeezed the cheeks.  The boy got an instant boner.  He looked down to his erection with a sort of awe.
	“Waz the matter, kid, you’ve never had a boner before?”
	James didn’t answer but it was clear that he hadn’t.
	He continued with lifting the girl’s legs out of her clothes.  He DID eye her naked poon on his own--he then moved sideways to the next child.
	Mia Lee was the next girl.  She was Chinese and almost nine years young.  Long silky dark hair, long silky body.  James’ mouth hung open as he lifted off the girl’s blue lacey pullover top, she was old enough or mature enough that she wore a bra.  It was a trainer, but a bra just the same.
	James removed the bra and then ogled the two mounds on the girl’s naked chest.  His mouth hit the ground taking the girl’s short breeches down.  No panties.  She was greatly embarrassed and was the closest one to becoming emotional.
	“Rub your hands on her ass.” said Sully.
	Not as reluctantly as he had with the previous girls, James complied.  It was a definite like.  “Move along, keep going.” Sully said.  There wasn’t a lot of time--there were helicopters in the area.  Still far enough away that the two ultra pervs could continue their shenanigans, but…
	Julie Kins was the other nine year old, a very lovely girl; brown hair of super fine silk, heavenly blue eyes, dainty earrings, a sweet precious face that made Morton cream right off.  King James was having a bit of an “emission” problem his ownself.
	Like Mia, Julie had good beginnings of breasts, and a little more, too.  She wore a trainer but it was in the form of a camisole.  James licked his lips as he passed his eyes over the girl, his balls cinched up as down he brought the girl’s pants.  Purple panties with yellow ducks all over them.  Tight panties, form fitting.  Delicious!
	James was cumming off as he lowered Julie’s panties, it was agonizing and almost as such to watch him in such agony.
	A final girl there was, another seven year old.
	Once all the girls were nude, their asses caressed by a hard-up King James, the other boy (the one who had shit himself) got to go behind the girls and roam his hands up and down the girls’ front sides, including especially fingering lightly their naked bald poons.
	It got better.
	James was commanded to lay little five year old Jessica down, open her legs and lick her pussy.  The boy could scarcely breath.  He did struggle to fight against the wicked command.  He was a bully, not a pervert.  Only lightly did he have a desire to see a girl nude, but a girl HIS age, and maybe a teenager, but a wee little girl like Jessica was beyond comprehension.
	But with the diode attachments controlling his mind and body, he had no choice and began licking out the slightly whimpering Jessica Peters, licking her naked bald poon like it was a delicious ice cream treat.  Morton caressed the boy’s ass while he did so.
	The other boy, Brad, eased down on the ground on her clothes the next girl, seven year old Lisa.  He accepted the command to lick out the girl’s poon with a little more reverence than his King.
	All the rendered nude girls got their poons licked out by the boys.  Each boy took a turn with each girl.  Then, the most appalling command was given--the boys had to suck each other.
	The girls all stared in awe, even the younger ones knew that what transpired before them was kinda wrong.  Kinda.  Though both boys had reservations about doing naughty things to the young girls, sucking each other was the ultimate.
	But struggle as they might, they couldn’t overwhelm the command given and James sucked for several minutes on his friend’s cock.  Balls and all, with hands clamped to the boy’s ass.
	Then it was Brad’s turn.
	Then it was James turn--sucking off on Morton’s cock while Brad swallowed Sully.
	Both boys then were pressed against the nearby picnic table and beaten with a belt.  Each smack jolted the nude little girls and all shed tears.  The two older ones feared that they were probably going to be beaten, too.
	Julie figured they were all probably going to be raped and then killed.

	The hatch opened flooding the small enclosure with outside light.  A naked boy came in, followed by another.  Once settled in, they looked over the inhabitants.  To say the least, the very least, the boys and the girls were awed beyond belief.
	James and Brad were positioned on their knees, Sully’s girls then sat about to watch as Morton’s girls took turns sucking on James and Brad.  Balls and all.  When the boys’ cocks were ultra stiff, the two then went down on sucked/licked on the girls (of Morton McGavity’s.)  
	The sucking and licking of the girls was okay, but there was agony in James and Brad, stemming from their pent up young puds.  They were getting used to licking poon, and licking a little bit older poon was okay; Julianna and Trisha were older than the wee girls they had just licked outside.
	And after the licking, there was the fucking.
	King James easily guided his prong into Julianna’s cunt, Brad stuffed himself into Trisha.  Fucking was better than licking.  James’ mind was a complete blank.  Julianna seemed to enjoy the screwing, too.  She clenched and gyrated and bucked her hips back into the boy.
	Trisha struggled continued to struggle with the ordeal, eyes closed and lips clamped tight.  She was noted, though, bucking back into her young lover.
	The look on James’ face was classic--like a dog (male) when he’s humping some fine poodle and he reaches that pivotal point of climax.  The boy shook and shuddered all over.  Morton noticed the diode attachment lights that usually blinked “green” suddenly began blinking yellow.
	Morton looked to his pal, but Sully furled his lips and shook his head,
	“No worries, I still have him.”  only when the lights began to blink red would there be a problem.
	King James came.  His first honest orgasm.  It was dramatic.  Sensational.  Incredible.  Un-fucking-believable!  He came in one gigantic squirt but the feeling of cumming continued for several more pumps.  He continued to shake and shudder long after until his sexual plateau had been ultimately reached--and then there was the subsequent quick descent.
	Young buddy, Brad, came, and was quite similar to James’ actions.  But Brad was a cummer, he jacked himself at home, he had sisters, he had their panties, he saw them naked and humped on them occasionally.  He humped his bed.  He SOILED his bed.  He came and came and came, pumping steadily until well spent.
	When done and done, the boys scooted up on the girls they had fucked to have their cock and balls sucked and washed.  Then, it was Kaylee and Penny’s turn…

	The throb of two helicopters got Morton and Sully’s attention.  They peeked out the hatch and then exited.  “Keep up doing what you’ve been told to do.” warned Morton.  
	“That goes for you, as well.” added Sully, to his group.
	It meant while the Captors were away, James and Brad had to stuff themselves into Penny and Kaylee.  Neither girl had “attachments” to their noggins, but both had been raped, sodomized, spanked, spanked HARD, peed on, spanked some more, raped and forced to suck cock.  They weren’t broken in by their spirit, just their bodies.  They were still fearful and had their own minds.  So they firstly objected to the boys’ advances.
	“You better do as they say.” Julianna warned.
	Penny nodded and sighed a broken sigh, Kaylee sobbed and screwed up her face.  Neither James or Brad really wanted to fuck the two girls, not in the manner that they had been conscripted to do.  But they were compelled and in fear of another beating more harsher than the previous.  
	James mounted Penny, Brad positioned himself onto Kaylee.
	Trisha closed her eyes and wouldn’t watch.  Julianna did, though.  She sat up and wished she had free hands, to finger her pussy.  The little girls of Sully’s group watched not so much in horror as it were awe.  
	Penny and Kaylee were ‘broken’ in, Morton had fucked them both, young Randy had fucked them, then Morton had fucked them again as well as drove his pole into their young assholes--then Randy took his turn and then Morton again.  So James and Brad’s preteen puddlings had little effort making love to the girls.
	It was somewhat “tighter”, though, than it had been with boning Trisha and Julianna.  James fucked slowly, Penny’s pussy was snug and it pleased him--if not confounded him.  But he was confounded by the whole affair.  It was like a nightmare, a dream, a fantasy.  When he began to cum he raised up to see his cock going in and out of Penny’s pussy.  Penny heaved, wept, sobbed, and thrashed about some as her hands were still tied behind her back.  James’ cock suddenly popped out of the girl’s cunny and sprayed his juices all over her.
	James quickly re-stuffed himself into the girl’s poon and continued pumping until he was done.  He languished on the girl a moment then eased off of her, he was then eye-to-eye with Brad’s fucking of Kaylee.  He stared open mouthed as Brad’s cock slammed into Kaylee’s twat.  Up close and personal, seeing Brad’s balls tighten up, the sweat rolling on the bare ass, the stench of sex in progress, the sound of cock slamming into pussy…
	There, too, was Lisa, Kerry, Mia, Julie, Jessica, and Tammy; all naked, sitting on their butts, knees up, arms about their knees.  James looked right to their cunnies.  He had licked them.  Jessica was the youngest at merely five years old.  He had licked her pussy.  Kerry was black and her pussy was sweet--and was just about the same as all the others.  Trisha was the oldest, her pussy had hair on it, kinky musty hair.
	The hatch opened and Brad fucked his fill of Kaylee.

	Holding little seven year old Lisa’s legs back by the ankles, Morton grinned big as a reluctant James entered the girl’s very virgin pussy.  Unable to fend off the commands told to him by Sully, James tongued the young girl’s pussy, fingered it, plunged his fingers into the girl’s equally virginal asshole, then ultimately laid on her.  His ten year old prick nestled against the child’s entrance and humped there a minute or so--then, when the cock was at its stiffest, it was ordered “in.”
	Lisa squirmed and wriggled, Morton at her head wrenched her young legs back--so the child wailed.  With her young mouth open, Morton popped in his nuggets--it shut her up--sort of.
	While James eased his cock fully into the girl, into his mouth went Morton’s cock.  Sully caressed the boy’s ass, fingering the hole, clutching the sweaty hairless balls up between the lad’s legs before taking his attention to Brad.
	Brad had to lay out on his back, Kerry and Julie holding the boy’s legs back while the tormentor stuffed the boy’s virgin poop chute.  Brad wailed and squirmed.  Young Jessica had to come and squat onto the boy’s face, pressing her pussy as hard as she could onto the boy’s face, his mouth.
	James and Brad also slurped on Randy’s tool, sucking the young reluctant shoplifter fully and wholly.  Thereafter they fucked the boy’s asshole.
	While that was going on, Sully dragged his cock up and down Lisa’s fresh fucked cunt.  His cock was too big to actually make penetration to her, but he did so anyways.
	It wasn’t full penetration, more pain to him inasmuch as it were to her.  But he managed to get the head of his dong into her and a bit of the shaft.  He pumped and pumped, pulled out to hump on the slit until he came.  He anointed the child’s belly with an amazing pool of splooge.  He had King James lick the cream clean, his cohort Brad had to suck on the man’s cock.

	There was another break, whereas the boys were taken out firstly to stretch their legs, pee--poop, eat, and be spanked until they danced.  Thereafter they were peed on and sodomized near viciously.  With no helicopters droanning in the area it was thought (and hoped) that they had gone elsewhere to search.  The radioes were of little use as there was a blackout on the airwaves, only the military had the rights to broadcast.
	The boys got to eat and drink and rest a few minutes before being loaded back into the cramped stinky enclosure of Morton’s ride.  It was then the girls’ turn to come out and be refreshened--among other things.  The boys were told to “fuck each other”.  Suck cock, suck balls, kiss hole (ass), and finally, fuck.
	Outside, the girls were watered and fed, Penny and Kaylee were spanked ridiculously hard until Penny collapsed into unconsciousness.  Kaylee freaked out and created quite a commotion to whereas Trisha and Julianna begged for her.
	“Do me, leave her alone!” cried out Trisha.
	So fifteen year old Trisha McCoy was spanked until she, too, passed out from the abuse.  Tossed aside preteen Julianna was wrenched to the picnic table, laid on her back, legs back, and spanked as hard as Morton could render.
	When the board he was using broke and the girl still remained conscious, he fucked her.  He slammed his cock into her pussy and fucked as hard as he could stand.  When he couldn’t stand no more and had emptied himself into her, friend and cohort Sully took over, fucking the girl’s asshole.  Morton held the girl’s legs back, bringing her knees to her shoulders.  Thankfully she was young enough and athletic enough that she was bendable and poseable.  
	When Sully was done and done, all his little girls had to come up and lick Julianna’s cunt and asshole.  They were given the option, to lick Julianna’s cunt and asshole, or SUCK his cock (clean.)  no one chose the latter.
	Inside in the enclosure, the boys did NOT comply.  James and Brad had had their diodes adjusted to whereas they could act somewhat on their own volition.  No act of violence, no attempt at fleeing or such, but they could move about on their own, talk, and consider the commands issued to them.
	Randy was the one who spoke up during the ‘break’.
	“We’d better do as they say, or--” he didn’t finish and didn’t need to.
	The other boys mulled it over.  No way on their own were they going to Suck Cock, Suck Balls, Suck Asshole, OR fuck or BE fucked!  No fucking way!
	Randy sat with his back against the wall.  ‘this is going to be bad.’

	The girls were returned and the boys escorted out.
	In the forward area, though, they were paused so as to view a video.
	It showed the girls in the enclosure all alone, it was the time the boys had been out previously for their rest break.  The girls were licking each other, sucking titties, sucking pussy, fingering one another, and kissing asshole.  The boys got a little nervous…
	Then, the next segment came showing the boys in the enclosure, sitting quietly doing nothing.
	“I thought I fucking told you to do something…” whispered hoarsely Sully.
	“Oh shit!” breathed James.
	As far as nightmares go, for Randy “Buster” Kholmes, it was one of the worst.  Night had fallen, but there was still enough daylight to see the ultimate horror of all--a naked beaten James Wort had been strung up between two sapling trees in such a manner as his ankles were secured, but as for his wrists--they were tied with rope that went around the trees at a sort of angle.  There was a block/tackle mechanism that went to a pully in the ground by the picnic table.  He was stretched to the limit.  
	Under the boy was a sharpened pole.  It was the remains of a third sapling tree.  It had been cut to where it was a mere four feet, and sharpened to a hideous point.  Young James was poised one foot above the tip.
	Brad began to vomit.  Randy to retch.
	Sully ignited the rope holding James’ body suspended above the impalement.  The boy’s mouth had been gagged but he still screamed to the top of his lungs.
	Randy and Brad wanted to run but were forced to watch.
	The rope began to give and young James began to inch down.
	When the tip of the pole touched James’ asshole rim, he seriously freaked out.  Morton sat on his knees behind Randy, toying with the boy’s cock.  “Next time, you’ll follow orders.”
	Randy nodded--and retched.
	The pole tip pierced James’ rectum.  The boy wriggled relentless about but only managed to shred the skin about his wrists and ankles.  James’ eyes bulged as the pole entered his anal tract further and further.
	Slowly he stopped his rantings as the pole pierced its way by the boy’s descending weight.  Further and further into his bowels, piercing straight upwards into the body cavity.  Blood spewed out of the boy’s hole, his head twitch and there was a god-awful noise from the boy’s mouth.
	The fire on the rope burned thru and released the boy’s full weight.  He plunged fully onto the pole and it pierced him completely, jutting out of the back of his neck.  Morton would have rather seen it go thru his head…
	“When I fucking tell you little turds to do something, you fucking well better god-damn it to it!” and he slapped Brad as hard as he could.
	James’ body still twitched as his final life ebbed away.  Sully walked slowly to the boy, then aimed his penis to him and began to shower him with urine.  “The King is dead!” he announced proudly.
	Morton clutched Randy’s balls, “Don’t ever piss me off.”
	Randy nodded.
	Helicopters filled the night air and a decision had to be made.
*

Night Moves
	With military copters buzzing the air and brief catches of military speak on the radio, Morton and Sully knew the time had come.  It was no longer safe to be in the woods, or anywhere.  The copters were not actually looking for kidnapped victims or kidnappers, but minotaurs!
	Vile evil creatures had begun pouring in from the “other world” that was, too, Earth.  The portals the creatures came thru were random, with some appearing even over bodies of water, high in the frozen continents, mountains, and deserts.  But still, many opened right in a heavily populated area.
	One thing, though, the minotaur invasion took the heat of the evil doers of the land--all militaries of the world, anyone with a weapon was busy battling the invasion.  The minotaurs had no firepower, only blades and crossbows.  But they were learning quickly when overpowering the puny humans who defied--they plucked up the weapons and made good slaying hundreds and thousands.
	But, just the same--the military copters buzzing the area spooked Sully and Morton.  It was time to go, depart even.  Morton briefly fingered Sully’s group, his lust mood had dwindled.  Had there been more time each girl would have felt the presence of his mighty dick.
	Brad went with Morton but it was kind of clear that he would have preferred to have stayed with Morton.  Although, Morton was just as bad at devilish doings as was Sully.
	
	While Sully departed for Splitsville, Morton fired up his own mammoth machine and made for Dumbluckton.  It was thru the forest, over a hill, down a hill, down a steeper hill, crashing thru a small forest, nearly toppling thru the adjoining forest, splashing thru a creek, nearly drowning in a river, up a hill, up a steeper hill, rolling down the same steep hill, trying to make it back up the steep hill, giving up and splashing-crashing thru a swamp.
	While trying to pull fenders out from the wheel wells as well as unlock the vapor lock on the motor, a small horde of minotaurs came.  No match, though, for Morton’s Russian rifle and US Military’s classic M-16.  A minotaur managed to launch himself from a nearby tree, though, and pummel Morton.  A nasty blade pierced the man’s thigh and the sheer brutiness of the creature nearly did him in, but somehow he managed to pummel back, yanking the blade out of his thigh and slicing into the thick hide of the minotaur.  The creature swung a huge paw to Morton, sending him rolling over the hood of his custom truck.
	He landed on his shoulder, separating it, but came up with his .44 and blasted a nice hole thru the center of the minotaur’s head.  The creature stumbled back and Morton emptied two more rounds into him, one in the chest and then one in the stomach.  The creature snarled and then collapsed to the ground.
	Morton lay on the ground in some agony for some time.
	Eventually with the droan of a helicopter buzzing in the air somewhere too close, Morton managed to stumble back into his machine.  He called for Randy.  But the hatch door was locked up tight, sealed shut.  It took Morton a dangerous hour to manage to make the hatch and unseal it.  
	“I need you, boy.” he said.
	Randy nodded and scampered thru the hatch opening.  Morton looked upon the others.  He said nothing and held back the surging pain riveting thru his body.  He had been sliced, stabbed, smacked silly, punched and pummeled by half a dozen minotaurs.  The other dozen he had managed to mow down with his weaponry before running out time to reload.
	“You, too.” he said to Julianna.  He still didn’t trust Trisha.
	Once thru the hatch he and it was sealed again (using hatch mechanisms such as the like found on naval vessels) he had Randy full untie Julianna’s wrists.  It was then a matter of wrapping Morton’s leg which was soaked in blood.  There were slices all over his body, he was a mess and had some doubts about remaining in the living world.
	He had both Randy and Julianna give his arm a tug, they did almost as much pain infliction as they did popping the dislocated shoulder back in place.  But they managed and Morton passed out.

	How long he lay in the middle of the galley was unknown.  He awoke being very dizzy and seasick.  His head throbbed but not as much as his body.  He saw Julianna and Randy near by, Julianna in a chair with Randy resting his head on her lap.  
	Funny, they hadn’t attempted to open the hatch--’cause they could have.  He moaned and made a feeble attempt to sit up.  It awoke the two nude children and they helped Morton up.  He made sounds and Julianna made displeasures of yuckiness--Morton was totally coated in blood.
	The massive mammoth machine not only came with a galley and a secret enclosure, but a full bathroom, too.  Just a shower stall but it would do.  Julianna and Randy helped Morton out of his bloodied clothes and tossed them, then helped him into the shower stall and began helping to become more clean.
	Julianna paid most attention to his cock, but also washed and washed and washed him all over--Randy helped to steady him.  All Morton could do was hold his hands out to the stall’s side.
	At one point, Julianna on her knees rinsing the man down, she addressed his cock.  She stared at it, licked her lips and then slowly pressed her pink lips to the throbbing dong.  Randy raised an eyebrow and got a bit of a boner himself.  Julianna stroke the boy’s cock as she sucked on Morton’s.
	He didn’t cum, but he was close.  A buzzer sounded off indicating low water pressure--an indication of low water reserve.  The three left the shower and Julianna with Randy’s help dried the man off.  Still hard, Morton lightly guided Julianna to the galley table where pressing her butt against the edge--she parted her legs, eased her butt up onto the table and guided his cock into her cunny her ownself!
	She was pretty.  A bit odd with all the pink about her, but incredibly charming just the same.  Morton eased his manhood into the girl and fucked her.  Julianna grinned all the while, then clutched her manly lover and orgasmed.
	When done, and Morton pulled free of the girl, she scooted back some to diddle her pussy.  Young Randy standing right there turn to lay somewhat into the seat at the table, he parted a cheek.
	“My dick aint got the strength right now, boy.” breathed Morton.  SO Randy got to his knees and sucked the gooey cunt cozy cock, he also licked out Julianna’s cunt…

	In the enclosure, Trisha had pressed her ear to the hatch door several times.  She heard nothing.  The door was reinforced and disallowed the passage of noise.  Trisha figured the worst for Randy and Julianna.  She feared that the bastard Morton would soon come for her and the others.
	With her legs unbound, it was still difficult to scoot around--but scoot she did trying to find something, anything that would give her the advantage.  Nervously, Penny and Kaylee helped.  	
	Nothing.  They searched the corners, ceiling, floor, all was well intact and nothing could they find--nothing to help them escape or alert anyone.  Trisha wondered what had happened to the others, the second group.
	“I gotta pee.” wailed Kaylee.
	“So pee.”
	Kaylee didn’t want to soil where they were, it was gross.  
	“Then hold it.” griped back Trisha.  She was hungry, thirsty, with the prevailing thought that maybe Morton wasn’t coming back.

	The hatch door did open, flooding the room with bright outside light.
	“If you behave yourselves, I’ll let you out.”
	There were nods and gulps all around.  A cum dripping naked Morton helped out Trisha and then the other two girls.
	Into the shower stall he escorted Trisha, but it was young Randy who gave her the washing.  Morton prepared sandwiches and drinks for his “family.”  Kaylee and Penny were unrestrained, they were smacked on their dainty little asses and a daring finger wavered before them, “I don’t want any trouble from you--got it?”
	The girls nodded.
	With Trisha washed and clean, she was brought out and positioned against the galley table.  She was a little angry, embarrassed, frightened, and uncertain of her future.  Her hands were still bound behind her.  
	“I want to be able to trust you.” Morton told her.
	Trisha gulped.  She gave no expression one way or the other giving info to Morton if he could or couldn’t.
	So, he “attached” to her temples a pair of diodes.  Mind controlling diodes given to him by Sully.  ‘You’re mine now, bitch.’ he said to himself smiling.  Trisha was only vaguely aware of the diodes.  Specific information was detailed to her--to completely ignore the diodes, even if touched or seen in a mirror.
	Thereafter, the girl’s hands were freed and she was fucked on the table.  When done, Penny licked the teen’s pussy while Kaylee and Randy sucked Morton’s cock.  They had diodes to their temples, too--as did Julianna.  But the attachments to the kids was low key, they were to ignore them and all, but for the most part they were operating “on their own”.  Only when necessary would a special command be given to the attachment…
	Trisha pulled her cheeks open as she lay across the table, gobs of cum oozed out of her asshole.  It was Kaylee who licked the hole clean while Randy sucked on the cock that had spilled the cum in the first place.
	Thereafter, it was lunch time.
	After that, it was outside to stretch, stand up to pee, and get the massive vehicle back to running order.
	The latter took a little doing.  In facts, it was evening before the engine finally kicked to life.  Morton, though, was not going to traipse off in the dark of night, it was too dangerous.  The area they were in was high desert, easily could he drive off an unseen cliff.
	All his weaponry was reloaded with extra ammo slung about him.  There, too, was a crossbow with explosive bolts at the ready.  The kids of Morton’s group were fed a steady diet of not only cum and pee, but the minotaur invasion.  Snatches and grabs of info was on the radio frequency Morton was able to zero in on.  It confirmed his spiel and the kids grew a little frightened.
	The bodies of the minotaurs outside also helped prove Morton’s words.  The kids stayed inside the man’s vehicle and waited.
	The following day the group as a whole moved on to a new area.

Boffing right along
	The scream was the first alert, the growl that followed and horrific scream statement of “Get the fuck away from me!” brought Morton to plop down hard into the overhang.  Rocks and grass concealed his sufficiently.  Below were five menacing minotaurs, huge beasts threatening the lives of a small group of humans.
	With careful aim Morton put an explosive bolt into the noggin of the closet minotaur to a pretty well frightened teenage girl who was feebly protecting small younger ones.
	Morton was able to get off another round before the surviving minotaurs took notice of him.  He then brought the M-16 to bear and quickly obliterated the remainder.
	The girl who had been protecting some children was frightened out of her wits, she had also pissed in her jeans.  She was a remarkable girl, fourteen years young, lovely silky dark hair, a quirky face that gave Morton a reason to live…
	She breathed hard and was still very frightened.  Three boys and two girls there were, another teen was laid out against some rocks where the minotaurs had taken them by surprise.
	Morton dropped down with open palms as the girl clutching a hunk of tree limb looked kind of dangerous.
	“Morton McGavity.” he told the girl.
	She gulped and very tight with her body.  Her eyes darted to the teen boy.  Morton slowly sidestepped his way to him.
	“Is-is he dead?” asked the girl.
	“Nope, damaged, but not dead.” Morton proceeded to scoop up the unconscious boy when suddenly,
	“Look out!” came shrieking from the teen girl.  The girls with her also screamed.  Morton didn’t duck but turned to be smacked across the face by a huge minotaur’s hand.  In broad light the creature was just as ugly and menacing as was the creature’s clan at night.
	The smack sent Morton swirling and twirling, stumbling over small rocks and his own feet.  The minotaur had been lurking in the grasses just below the small flat hill top had lunged at the right moment.  As Morton went sailing down, the massive bull-like creature pounced onto the human.
	Morton rolled just at the right time, coming up with a blade.
	The minotaur hit the ground with all his weight--it would have certainly assuredly crushed Morton had he been there.  There was little time to react and Morton lunged himself, grappling the massive creature drawing his blade against the beast’s throat.  
	The minotaur was undaunted by his force to the ground and reared back trying to grab the pitiful human clinging to his backside.  Morton had little success with slitting the creature’s throat.  He looked up passed the beast’s horns and saw a rifle.
	Randy.
	Young Randy had the crossbow reloaded--Morton had schooled the boy and he was a fair shot, but with the explosive bolts in limited supply, not much practice had the boy--just holding the weapon and pulling the trigger to an empty launcher.
	Morton used all his might to wrench the minotaur backwards.
	“Fire!” he yelled as loudly as he could.
	The minotaur stumbled backwards and would have crashed backwards into a tree had there been one.  Since there were no trees up on the flat hill top, just some mediocre rocks and jutting boulders from the earth, the creature chose to bash backwards into one of those.
	Morton knew what was coming but couldn’t unclench from the creature, he still had a basic advantage with the blade at the beast’s throat.  Unfortunately, the skin at the beast’s throat was thick and hard as leather.  
	Not easily cut.
	Suddenly, the beast let out a tremendous roar that vibrated and unclenched Morton.  The beast was mad and pawed madly at his chest.  Morton saw the bolt from his crossbow.
	At the top of adjoining hill’s ridge where young Randy was, he stood up amazed.  Trisha was there with him.   The boy exclaimed, “Holy shit, I did it!”
	Morton wasted no time and plowed headlong into the beast driving him backwards.  The minotaur stumbled over the rust colored rocks lining the hilltop, and over the edge he went.  Not a significant descent it was, it was a slope of waist high grass sloping down some five hundred feet.  Once going, there was no stopping.
	The minotaur grabbed holt of Morton’s head and hung on, bashing the human’s skull into the rocks.  Morton brought his blade back into play, stabbing it just under the armpit of the frantic creature.
	The beast let go of Morton’s head and fell back away.
	In mid air before hitting the hill and beginning his long roll to the bottom, he blew up.
	Morton lay against the rocks for some time, two encounters with minotaurs in as many days…

	At Morton’s machine young Bo Stacey was laid out on a chair that laid out as a recliner.  A huge gash there was up side his head.  His left ear had been cut, too.  Nose cut and split along with the lip and there were two broken teeth.  That was his face.  The lower part of his body was just as bad.  He had been valiant (but stupid) in his attempt to exert his bravery.
	Morton slowly began removing the boy’s clothes, his friends huddle about worried for him.  Julianna pulled off the boy’s shoes and then worked his pants down.  It was then that the first girl, Winnie, realized that she had pissed her pants.
	Winnie was the girl, the boy was a friend, just a friend.  With them were Pauly and his sister, Kistra.  They were seven and five respectively.  Also there was Bo’s cousin, Rory, and his two sibs Miranda who was nine and Allen who was seven.
	Allen had shit his pants…
	Morton began attending to Bo’s wounds, Julianna pulled the boy’s underwear down and off, collected his clothes and placed them somewhere.  It was then that Winnie noticed the blatant nudity of Morton’s kids…
	While Morton continued dressing and tending to Bo’s body, Julianna escorted Allen to the only bathroom.  She stripped him outside the bathroom and everyone knew why.  Trisha took the soiled clothing and tossed them outside.  Julianna got the boy into the shower and bathed him…
	Winnie (and the others of her group) didn’t seem overly concerned or alarmed that Trisha, Julianna, Penny, Kaylee, and Randy were nude.  Pauly and Rory gave astute attention to Trisha and Julianna, minor observations to Penny and Kaylee.
	After Allen had been all cleaned up, and his penis massaged, balls fondled and allowed to suckle on Julianna’s delicate buds, he was brought back to the flock--with a major boner going.
	Winnie stared almost alarmed, but not quite.  
	“He’s going to be fine,” said Morton, “just needs rest, now.”
	Pauly expressed his need to potty.  Julianna happily escorted him…

	With nightfall, there was to be no sleep, Morton would sleep in shifts, to be awaken periodically by one of the others.  The vehicle was sound and sturdy but he didn’t know if could take a resounding pounding from the minotaurs.  And enough of them could just tip the damn thing over, too!
	Bo remained “unconscious.”  he had had his lights put out and had suffered a concussion.  He was in something of a coma, a light coma.  Morton assured Winnie that he would probably be alright.  Probably.  Morton himself wasn’t too sure, the head wound was nasty, and there were slash marks all over and hideous bruises.  Morton hoped that there was no internal bleeding.
	All the kids of Winnie’s group got to “freshen” up in the shower; water had been replenished prior to arriving at the new area.  After the refreshening, the kids went ahead and continued to be nude.  Winnie was the last holdout.  But while Morton took a midnight watch, Winnie slipped in a shower.  Her pants she had soiled, but sheer fright will do that to you.
	When she got out of the shower, she found Morton stuffing Julianna.  Penny was close at hand too, watching, one hand between her legs fingering herself.  
	There were no lights permitted, but the moonlight allowed ample viewing.  Winnie held fast at the shower/bathroom area, fingering her own poon.  Morton pumped and pumped and finally unloaded his love cream.  He gave a resounding “ahhhhh” then continued fucking until he was well spent.  
Upon pulling out, young Penny went to his cock and sucked.  She also ran her tongue to Julianna’s cunt.  Thereafter, Morton went forward to the cab to continue his watch.
	Winnie came forward a few minutes later, she eased into the passenger seat--she had remained naked.
	“T-thank you.” she managed to meekly say.
	“For what?”
	“Saving us.”
	Morton nodded and quickly scanned the area, on a whim--and a daring one, he hit the lights.  All of them, there were two pair of mega candlelight power lights on top of the machine, two more pair on the front bumper, a single pair on the rear bumper, and one on each side of the doors.
	Winnie gripped the seat she sat in, but there was nothing out beyond the machine.  Morton killed the lights and sat back lightly/methodically fondling himself.  Winnie sat quietly.
	“Sooooo, how’d you and the others come to be out here?”
	Winnie wasn’t too sure, but when the minotaurs had come to a nearby town and her father of whom she lived with gone, she met up with her best friend--Bo.  Chaos was beginning in their own little town and as they rounded up the kids of whom they cared for, they scampered away.  
	There was more to it than that…

More to it than that…
	With her legs open wide, her nipples pert, her hands clamped tight to the boy’s ass, she cooed to him-- “Do it, pump as hard as you can.” she gritted her teeth as his little pud worked into her.  He wasn’t a pro but that didn’t matter.
	What matter was that they were both very naked and involved in a very naughty thing.  Fucking.  She was fourteen--he was seven.  She knew better, he didn’t.  She was horny as all get out--he was still seven.  He was horny and curious in spite of being merely seven--she was happy to oblige.
	The boy had trouble finding a rhythm, just as he did his little puddling would slip out and he would have to stuff it back in and start over.  It wasn’t so much as the sex act itself as it was the sheer naughtiness--being naked together, a sunny afternoon, parents away, naked, coupled together engaged in an illicit shenanigan…
	But Winnie couldn’t help it, she was horny and Pauly was willing to satisfy her.  Winnie had babysat for the boy since he had been merely five.  She had bathed him and he had walked into the bathroom on her while she was on the toilet.  She let him see her peeing.  It had been a beginning.
	When the boy’s sister came along, Kistra, Winnie sat for her, too.
	When the conditions were right, Pauly and Kistra ran amok the house naked, outside to the backyard, in their bedrooms.  When the conditions were prime--Winnie went naked with them.
	And as time drifted by, young Kistra joined in on the “other” frolicking Winnie and Pauly enjoyed--Winnie teching Pauly how to lick out his sister’s little quim as well as lay his young pud against it and hump.
	Winnie also liked licking out Kistra’s cunt, and she did.
	She also got caught at it.
	On video.
	By the kids’ parent, their father.
	He was not pissed, however--or vindictive.  After showing the video to Winnie, he took her to his bedroom where he gave her a light spanking--after having her get naked for him.  Once nude and sprawled across his bed, he laid into her with his bare hand.  This was followed by a belting.
	When Winnie was at the point that she couldn’t take it any more--Mr. Kitch dropped his trousers, freed his one-eyed-snake and reamed the girl’s backdoor.
	After he had cum DEEP into her virgin asshole, he brought her to his private bathroom where she washed him and then sucked him; then spread her legs while still in the shower bent over to receive him…

	Winnie’s best friend since early childhood was Bo Stacey.  He knew there was something amiss with Winnie, but she wasn’t saying.  She was not so much as “moody” as she was just quiet and wanted to be left alone.  But Bo tried, not so much as questioning her or being a pest, but just “being there.”
	Bo’s parents were hard workers and Bo usually had the house to himself most of the time.  It was a safe haven for Winnie when she needed it, and she needn’t bother with a key, she just let herself in as she was deeply considered a member of the family.
	On a few occasions, Winnie came to discover more and more about her friend with two first names; Bo had cousins, three of them who lived close by and also had the “come on in” access granted to them.  
Winnie had discovered Bo liked porno; books, magazines, and videos.  He also shared this like with his cousins, mostly the older one, Rory.
	On some occasions, Winnie found Bo and Rory with their cocks out and jacking off with piles of porno strewn about the family room.  Winnie never gave herself away and kept hidden (and spying.)
	By remaining hidden and unawares she found out more and more things about her bestest-best friend.  He was perv.  An ultra perv.  But then again, so was Winnie.
	Bo and Rory often got completely naked and sucked each other.  It made Winnie wet between her legs, to tingle and cause her to almost give herself away.  Bo and Rory also enjoyed butt fucking one another--often.  They straddled one another’s chest and jacked themselves, spanked each other with their cock, and peed on each other, too.
	Young cousins Miranda and Allen were involved, too.  With the two younger ones Winnie observed the two older boys teaching the two younger ones Sex.  Miranda was naïve, very.  Allen was willing, very.  Both Rory and Bo licked Miranda into a furor and then when she was frantically freaking out sexually, Allen mounted her and got his little willy into her for a good quick kiddie fuck.
	Rory was soon screwing his sister, but cousin Bo had yet to get the chance.  He hadn’t gotten the chance to do anything with Allen, either.

*

	Winnie was silent for awhile after spilling her story.  No highlights and no details on the illicit sex, that came later when she got to know the man better.  They sat alone in the cab of the wonder truck looking out into the bleak night, occasionally Morton hit the lights.
	At length Winnie got up to move to the back, for a snack or the bathroom or a better bed--when passing Morton, he reached his arm about her.
	“It’ll be okay.” he told her, “You’re friend will be okay, too.”
	Winnie looked to him, then faced him.  Despite the darkness, Morton could just make out the girl’s furry triangle.  He opened his legs and stroked blatantly his own organ.  With his arm about the girl’s waist she was warm, a little sweaty, and alluring.
	Winnie paused only a moment more before easing down onto her rescuer’s lap.  Expertly she guided his prong into her swamp box--she almost creamed as his manhood fully filled her teen cunny.  Her hard nipples pressed against his hard chest, his hands gripped her ass and with a slow thrust entered her fully (and deeply.)
	Winnie grunted as Morton’s pole filled her, she trembled and clenched, her cunny snugging up about the man’s dong.  Gently he helped lift and raise the girl up and then down his cock.  Their mouths met and they began to hungrily kiss.	
	Come the new morning--Winnie and her group awoke with electronic mind fixing diodes to their noggins…	

*

	Keeping the sea to their shoulder, the group tredged along the cliff making for an unknown destination--and hope.  There was no idea if they were DOWN from their destination, or UP from it.  And there was no way to tell.  Of course, going back the way they came along the sea cliff was out, the Minotaurs and Searats were too many to deal with.
	Which was sad if not alarming.  Eric and Jake both worried if the searats would come to their home by the sea, or already had they?  Only Merrill was familiar with the searats, having been one herself.  Merrill Mouse’s mother had been a “mate” of Odacious the Grim, she had actually been a searat pirate herself, but not to the despicable characterization that was Odacious.  
	There was naught to do but to tredge onward.
	One day while tredging, about two days out from the Ancient’s Library-Pond Rotunda thingamajig, a familiar scent wafted in the listless air.  Eric and Jake both paused--they looked to one another and stared out to the great meadow on their right--the sea was on their left.
	With young Molly and her brother Adam in tow, Eric and Jake strolled out into the waist high weeds.  Assorted weeds, but no nettles or none that were sticky, itching, or to make one sneeze a fit.  The weeds were thick, waist high, and multi colored.  And there were a lot of them.
	Five hundred yards in, though, the weeds gave way to grass, waist high grass that was sweet.  The “odor” was more prevalent the further they went in, the scent oh so familiar was being carried in by the breeze heading out to sea.
	A full thousand yards in and the odor was extreme--so much so that Eric and Jake could get ‘high’ just from sniffing the air.  Marijuana!  It was smoke, not a plant giving off its wondrous aroma but someone “lighting” up.
	Then there were giggles.
	In slinking-stealth mode, Jake and Eric snaked about the tall giraffe grass until coming to a small clearing by some boulder, small tree, some bushes, and a creek.  In the clearing were three kids, butt naked, and high.
	All three kids looked to be no more than ten, no more.  And they were reeling from smoking some righteous “weed.”  One girl who was ultra skinny, red hair in twin braids clear to her waist, incredible blue eyes, freckles galore, sat with her legs opened WIDE, smiling and waving her fingers at the two newcomers.
	The one boy closed his legs and sat with his arms back supporting himself.  His head bobbed about, sandy brown, brown eyes, and wasted.
	The other girl sat Indian (American) style, her head too heavy to keep still.  She lolled her head, smiled and didn’t seem to either care that there were strangers in their midst or was aware.
	“Mind if we--join you?” drawled Eric, his cock was already stiff as a board and he had his eyes on the cute short haired blond girl.
	“Suit yourself, man, its all cool!” piped the twin braided red headed girl.  The girl continued to smile as Eric and the others came into the clearing.  Molly and Adam didn’t know what to think--if there was anything to think about.
	The kids’ clothes were strewn everywhere, along with a backpack.
	“How long have you been here?” inquired Eric.
	“How long what?” asked the boy.
	Eric rolled his eyes.  The three kids continued smoking the righteous hemp, all three had a doobie for themselves, rolled “weed” in brown cigar-like paper.  
	“Got anymore?” asked Jake.
	The tall skinny girl slung the backpack to him, “Help yerself!” she said weaving side to side, smiling.
	Jake opened the pack, there were some trail mix bars wrapped in the same wrappings as was the happy smoke the kids were toking on.  Some marbles at the bottom, a leather pouch container about 2 pounds of the smokable potent stink weed.  
	There, too, were some beads on a string, a wooden 7-inch dildo (complete with “head” and a bulbous knob at the other in lieu of a testicle sack.  
	Another leather pouch contained small tiny seeds.  It was a guess as to what they were.
	A strange device that was determined to be a “lighter.”  it was shaped like a lighter with a flip lid, but the construct inside was not at all like a lighter.  But, it DID function as one.
	“Is this YOURS?” asked Jake curiously.
	“No, man, I FOUND it!” said the girl who was WAAAAAAY wasted.
	Asking her any other questions was out.  She passed out.  Her eyes rolled as she took up the last of her joint.  She smiled and then just--fell back.
	The other girl would have passed out, too, but she was too stoned to do so.  She remained sitting American Indian style, eyes fluttering, leaning forward some.  The first girl who had passed out began to pee.  Molly and Adam were stunned at that--Eric and Jake smiled (devilishly) and stroked their bones.

	Being out in the open was okay, but the open sea was not far off and there were those breezes to contend with--and with being bare skinned and all, it wasn’t at all pleasant.  Not at all.
	Eric went down on the girl who had peed while laying down.  It was like one of those city fountains where “water” shoots upwards, then trickles down to a stream.  Eric didn’t mind the pee, he licked the girl’s wet cunny, opening her legs more and more and discovering that she was NOT a virgin.  Fancy that!
	He licked and licked and licked all the while his cock grew and grew and grew.  Molly and Adam stared at the man’s dong--moreso was it Molly watching as he blatantly licked out the girl’s pussy after it had peed.
	Jake, meanwhile, laid down the other nude girl, opening her legs and determining her “virgin” status.  
	She was not.
	Jake was pleased, it just made the penetration easier.
	The boy of the new group sat still, totally “gone.”
	All Molly and Adam could do was sit and watch--watch as Eric entered his manhood into the red headed girl, and Jake enter his jakehood into the other girl.	
	Neither girl seemed to mind, they were kinda stoned.  Eric pumped slowly, for as long as he could stand to do so.  The girl beneath him rolled and twisted--but not from being fucked, just enjoying the fuck inasmuch as she enjoyed being wasted.
	Jake humped his young girl who looked more younger than she actually was.  His cock came out a couple of times, which was okay, he humped on the girl’s poon then slid back in.  She was very tight, but not a virgin.  Jake emptied his tool splooge moments after initial entry.
	Eric spilled his deep into the long lanky girl he enjoyed, another good spill anointed the girl’s very bald beaver.  He then reached over to tap the boy; he laid the boy across the red headed girl’s body, caressed the lad’s ass and got a boner a second time.  Molly sat lightly diddling herself, shaking her head in awe.

*

	The tall lanky skinny red headed girl was named Penelope, but she went by “Pippi” as a nickname.  She spoke well, when not high, was a little naïve but then again, sexually active, horny, and liked smoking marijuana.  The two with her were her friends, they were siblings; Tommy and Annika.  They were twins at ten years of age.  By the manner of their speech dialect, Eric determined the two siblings were Swedish, Pippi was German.  But all three spoke well enough English to be understood.
	When the three kids finally (slowly) came down from being so high, they STILL weren’t offended with the presence of Eric and Jake (and Molly and Adam.)  Annika’s poon was a little sorer, so was Tommy’s asshole…
	Asking the kids how they came to be where they were was useless, the kids though not as stoned as they had been didn’t remember--a narly side effect of being stoned.  They remembered walking in the woods by their home, which was so they said in Sweden; but with their excellent English speak, clothing style, Eric guessed they were Swedes living abroad in the USA.	
	They were “happy-go-lucky” in any event, wherever they were.  
	After a bit of a rest, introductions, gnawing on the sweet grass and berries that was about them, the trail mix stuff in Pippi’s bag, the group struck off for more adventures.
	Which wasn’t far from coming.  (natch!)
	Walk-walk-walk, smoke-smoke-smoke-fuck-fuck-fuck-munch-munch-munch.  Then walk, smoke, fuck, and munch some more.  Then, on the second day…
	A building.
	A building came into view.  Trees, shrubs, and something of a gravely road.  More buildings, more trees, but not much more than that.  Walking nakedly along the sea coast cliff quickly got old--or rather cold.  And though Pippi and her two friends had clothing, they went just as nude as Eric and Co.  
	Jake stayed with the kids while Eric took a more investigative looksee about the “town.”
	It was old.  Well weathered with most of the wood buildings having gray planks.  No names or indications of what the building USED to be, no signs indicating the NAME of the town, population, or anything.  In essence, it looked a lot like an old west town.  Just gray in color.  The street (of gravel) was WIDE--and there was only one of those.  
	The buildings on the left varied in size with none being more then two floors.  Directly behind them were mounds of dirt and trees.  On the right were buildings all of one floor, smaller, with directly behind them an open field of waist high grass that after a thousand yards or so emptied to a desertscape.
	On further investigation, though, Eric found a “garage”--complete with a tow truck parked inside.  The garage was complete with all the things needed for the repairing of a stranded motorist’s car.  The tow truck was circa 1950s.  
	It was all very musty smelling, and looking.  
	Another building housed a restaurant, not at all like an old west saloon but more in tune with a mom and pop place on some two lane highway in the Midwest of America.  A thick layer of dust was everywhere.  Time had graced the place well.
	There was no one about.

Cumming together
	In the days that followed, not much to report.  Just a lot of fucking.  Morning, night, and all other hours.  Fuck-fuck-fuck.  Sucking, spanking, peeing, and grinding were applicable.  But mostly fucking.
	No more creepy encounters with minotaurs, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there.  Morton always felt that they were there, watching--waiting.  It was unnerving and pissed him off.  Along with the fear of another brutal encounter with a minotaur, he feared the lights that kept the beefy buggers at bay would fail.  Nothing lasts forever and with no handy-dandy shop to go to for replacement(s), he was screwed if anything should go awry.
	But, he held faith in his custom machine, it was getting a little overwhelmed with as many as 12 peoples residing within.  There was little sweetie Penny--acquired from his workplace, and young Randy “Buster”, too.  Trisha, Julianna, and Kaylee acquired from his church--on a whim.  Then there was the last group addition, rescued from a minotaur attack while already on the Other Side unknowingly; Winnie, Pauly, Kistra, Bo, Miranda, Allen, Rory.  Winnie and Bo were friends, Rory was a cousin of Bo’s, Miranda and Allen were sibs and sibs to Rory, too.
	Neat!
	The machine of Morton’s was self-sufficient--to a point.  Its water supply needed replenishing, along with food stores.  It could operate on several methods of power--different types of fuel, hi-tech batteries, hydrogen power, propane, and good ole solar.
	Two bathrooms on board, one was a master bath container a shower and other assorted amenities.  The other contain a basin and a toilet.  There was a large water supply tank with a system to clean all water except waste water.  The food was replenished by another hi-tech gizmo that was a replicator; the replicator replicated food that was stored in stores; one banana could be replicated ten times (before the original banana went bad.)  same for all other foodstuffs.  Liquid was the only food item the replicator could not replicate--it was in development and had not been perfected.
	Going nude was the thing.  Bo really didn’t need the temple “attachments”, but for security reasons, Morton made him wear them anyways.  In time they could be removed and the group would continue to obey/follow Morton’s directions without hesitation.  Morton’s original group (before Winnie and Bo) were already “trained” to obey.  They were broken, broken in the hard way--defeated.  They knew better than to make trouble, cause trouble, or BE trouble.  They understood mildly that they were on the Other Side, the land of minotaurs and Creeps.
	Twelve.  An even dozen.  It wouldn’t last for long.