August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 23
Buggering

How to bugger your friends in three easy lessons
	Minotaurs!
	Five of the burly behemoth beasty bull-humanoid creatures moved slowly thru the rough, clad only in metal chainlink lion clothes, ankle and elbow guards.  They were massive beasts, seven foot tall, BROAD shouldered, a pale to dark blue skin.  Skin.  The minotaurs had remarkable tough leathery skin--they resembled a great deal like a body builder, just one hundred times beefier.
	Two of the five carried large steel nets, like for fishing.
	Two others wielded extremely large battle axes.
	The fifth carried a large pack.  He lingered in the back, cocking his head now and then, sniffing the air.  From out of the pack there was an arm sticking out, a bloody mess of an arm, and human, too.
	That was not good.
	At length, towards the end of the long warm day, the minotaur group encountered another group of their kind, plus four of another kind, ratkins.  The rats were dressed in pirate garb.  They weren’t as tall or beefy as the minotaurs, but carried blades and were swifter in their movements.  They were more agile, wyly, and doubly sneaky in their tactics.
	But they were not enemies.
	The ratkins had with them a small group of humankind, three young adult males, two teen males, one adult female, three teen females with the youngest barely a teenager.  All were nude with one of the teen males missing an arm, one of the adult males was missing his ears, one of his eyes, nose, and a bone was sticking out of his arm.  All were disheveled and not in good condition.
	The minotaur carrying the large pack slung it off of his shoulders and began emptying the contents.  A mix mash mess of human body parts.  There, too, was a large cast iron pot.  
	Before it got too ugly, Morton wisely slipped away.  It would be a wise-wise thing to give the minotaurs and ratkins a wide-wide birth.  Very wide.  It would be wise, too, to find and secure weapons, better than what he had.
	Two days later while the Goliath’s water tanks needed a refill.  While doing so, assorted narly naughty shenanigans went (as usual.)  Bo struck off to seek out ponds in the creek where fish might linger.  He returned moments later reporting “Minotaurs!”
	Not three, not four, not six, not even eight minotaurs but ELEVEN!
	Eleven!

	They moved slowly, spread out.  They carried large steel nets, battle axes, spears, and attitudes.  One lingering in the back of the group sniffed the air.  His steely gray eyes panned the area all about, head cocked he stared into the rough where Morton and Bo lay as still as death.  The distance between merely fifty feet.
	A burly more brusque minotaur, possibly a leader type, growled and waved a huge massive arm.  “Come on!” it seemed to say.  The lingering minotaur grumbled something then moved on to catch up.
	Morton and Bo remained laying still for a long-long time.

	A few days later and not a minotaur sighting it was, but a group of humans, traveling alone--sort of.  In the midst of the humans walked a tall, gray cloaked creature.  A Creep!  An Ancient!
	There didn’t seem to be any problems, no one was shackled.  The Ancient didn’t seem to be of any great concern, he “glided” along the surface of the ground and was mostly concealed by the gray cloak that completed covered him (it.)
	There were assorted humans in the group, four adults!  Then there were some teens, preteens, and a couple under ten.  A nice looking group, Morton wondered about them.
	His doubts were laid to rest when…

Stains, the Second Cumming
	The group (the new one) carried backpacks, the males all carried rifles and shotguns with one equipped with a bow & arrow set.  They made a camp by a small creek.  With large boulders and shrubbery concealing them they were good.
	Just at evening type time one of the teen girls got up and slowly made herself scarce.  The one male adult followed moments later.  Just a few yards from the camp did the lone adult male find the teen girl.  She stood up pulling up her pants and underwear, as the man encroached upon her private space, she turned and smiled to him, she didn’t fasten her light blue jeans with wide bottoms, she turned to him and they hugged.  The man sipped his hands down the girl’s backside, rubbing her at the small of the back before slipping inside her pulled up panties…

	The girl was about fourteen.  The man, three times that.  A little graying around the temples, he looked hard, possibly was a drinker, a stern featured fellow, hard worker, and had a big dick.
	The “big dick” was out, it was hard, throbbing, and sliding in had out of the girl’s hand.  The teen girl had lovely thick semi-style red hair.  Flaming red.  She as incredibly sweet looking, nice hips, ass, as well as a lovely set of hooters.
	After a bit of hand jobbing to the man, whom was guessed to be her father, the teen girl dropped to her knees and began licking the head of the man’s dick.  It seemed to have grown even longer.  She licked, lapped, diddled her tongue to the piss slit and then engulfed the whole schlong.
	The man ran his hands thru her hair, lightly rocking back and forth.  He looked down onto the cocksucking girl with some glee.  He was smiling and pumped the girl until he creamed.
	The cum exploded into her mouth and then trickled out of the corners of her mouth.  The girl rubbed the cum squirter all over her face, continuing to jack the dong to get every drop of love cream.  She sucked on the head some more, squeezed the dick at the base and engulfed it once more before it went soft.

	Elsewhere…
	A very lovely young adult woman escorted a handsome young tweeny (ten year old) to behind some bushes opposite of where the previous two had gone.  Once there, the young boy whipped out his dick and began to pee.  The woman caressed the boy’s ass and eased his pants down.  Her hands caressed the boy’s bare ass, fondled his balls and got him hard.
	The boy checked the woman, who was his mother.  Her blouse was a button garment and she undone it, revealing a pair of lovely hooters.  Lovely.  Perky nipples, soft supple skin, 28Bs.  
The boy’s young hands caressed the mommy mounds and the owner of such gently pressed the boy to them.  As the boy began to suck, the mommy began undoing her own jeans.
	She was a lovely creature, shoulder length kinky extra curly light brown hair.  She had a charming appeal about her, dazzling blue eyes, kinda extra slender, but not ultra skinny.  She was twenty-eight year young and fuckable.
	And that’s what her ten year old son did, fuck.
	The woman, Samantha, eased down her jeans and panties, opened her legs and positioned her young (and only) son onto her.  The boy expertly placed his cock against her gash and then eased it into her.
	Samantha griped her son’s ass and they fucked.

	In the campsite itself narly business was going on;
	Three teen boys there were and they were heavily engaged in shenanigans:  The oldest was “engaged” with the other adult female.  The other two teen boys were double teaming a pre-teen girl.  Two other teen girls were double teaming each other (69ing!)
	Oh what fun!
	Corabeth Dodbey was a woman of many things; a recovering alcoholic, a small town entrepreneur, a prude, tall, mountain woman refined in the arts just the same, and cock crazy.  
	And it didn’t matter the age of the cock, just so long as it was hard and would fuck her brains out.  The three Waller boys who lived not far from her in their Virginia mountain home provided her with her desire.  Johnny-boy had been the first to gift her cock hungry cunt, he had been a mere lad of ten at the time--after catching him pilfering from her store, she disciplined him.  It was the thing in the mountains of Virginia AND was allowed.  The boy had been disciplined before, by his Pa who had the boy drop his pants and underwear thereby making the point of the discipline well and good.
	Corabeth had done same, using a long ruler to strike the boy’s bare ass and then her hand.  When she felt moistness ’twixt her legs, she easily coerced the boy to do her.  After the initial “doing her”, they did it again.
	And again.
	And again.
	And again.
	And…you get the point.
	When Johnny-boy’s brothers came along, and they reached the prime age of ten, eleven, Johnny-boy introduced them to Corabeth and her amazing fuckable pussy.
	Johnny-boy was screwing his brother’s, too; all three were pros at circle jerking, they drank corn whiskey and fucked the family cow, too.  They got their ass beat when found drunk, naked, or molesting each other OR themselves.  They usually sought solace with Corabeth and all was better.
	Corabeth’s thin material slacks and full brief underwear were at her ankles, legs open wide while Johnny-boy plowed her.  Those around them engaged in sex or not watched.  Corabeth loved dick, she loved being pounded, she loved the naughtiness of it, she loved Johnny-boy.
	Johnny-boy’s brothers, Jason, Ben, and James-Robert did their own thing with Corabeth’s adopted daughter, Amy.  She was twelve and like Corabeth, loved cock.  She had been caught fingering herself when she was merely ten, Corabeth quickly set the Waller boys onto her, the youngest Waller boy, James-Robert did her first to break her in, then Ben and Jason nailed her until finally Johnny-boy boffed her into oblivion.
	Jason and Ben.  And Amy.  Amy was slightly different in the joys of getting nailed than her mother in that she liked being stuffed from behind.  She liked bobbing on the nob, being peed on, spanked, and taking on as many Waller cocks as possible.  
	Jason stuffed the young girl’s pussy while Ben took her from behind.  All three were nude and were deep into their sex act.  James-Robert sat quietly with his pants and underwear down masturbating, watching as friends of the family, Mary Ellen and Elizabeth, 69ed.
	They were sisters, Mary Ellen and Elizabeth.  Mary Ellen was a cock hungry girl and took cock whenever it was available.  She also liked noshing on cunt.  Mary Ellen was the oldest at just eighteen.
	At one point, while Mary Ellen wriggled and giggled as she licked out her sister’s furry cunt, James-Robert (Jim-bob) could hold off no longer and scooted to the teen’s wriggling ass.  Elizabeth underneath parted her sister’s cheeks and Jim-bob worked his cock into Mary Ellen’s asshole.  He had been there before, many times.
	Another group was at the campsite, a middle aged woman, professional to some degree, short red hair, an air of one who was a demanding person or one who held a prominent position in the job world.  She looked good just the same.  And like Corabeth, she was cock hungry.
	With her shirt open, her young ten year old son partook of lovely 38 year old titties.  Hungrily the boy sucked on one nipple and then devoured the other.  The woman, Keri, undone her son’s clothing as well as hastily fingered herself.  Adopted children Janna and Zena watched, not in awe--it wasn’t the first time they had seen such goings on going on--but still…
	Keri eased herself down, a little embarrassed with the whole group about, but continued on just the same.  Her clothes came off of her legs and her nude son got between her legs and they, like Samantha and her son, fucked.

	In the woods just outside of the camp, lone male adult and Daddy to Mary Ellen, Erin, and Elizabeth, deftly stuffed Erin’s pussy.  He usually stuffed her asshole--of which was a part of his disciplining of the girls.  When they messed up or were otherwise deserving as an ass whooping, he took them to the woodshed, to their bed, or in the bathroom to brace against the toilet.  Then, their asses were barred nakedly to him and he lashed them with a belt, a switch, bare hand, and then his cock.
	The girls were good girls and being mountain folk they clung to old traditional ways--which meant mostly they were Christian and wore dresses.  Occasionally they were pants, or slacks.  After the spanking to their tender ass, John Notlaw forced his way (his cock) into Mary Ellen, Erin, or Elizabeth’s ass(hole.)  often.  
	Sometimes a reason wasn’t needed, John just went off on the girl and made something up.  He was a single parent, the girls’ mother tragically dying of some mysterious unknown mountain disease.  
	For story effect filler:
	Erin had a boyfriend.  They were really “just friends”, but she cared for him.  At one point the boy had been Mary Ellen’s beau.  The boy had been a family friend for years.  He was two years older than Erin, but after Mary Ellen went on to another boy, GW (Gary Wayne) sought Erin’s solace.
	She ultimately gave herself to him, a little lovemaking in the woods near their home, then in a field of the boy’s family farm.  They didn’t fuck often, or even a lot, just occasionally--about five times.  
	Sadly, the boy was killed in a traffic accident.  It hurt Erin, she never fully committed herself to GW, just sexually.  She never told him that she loved him--although she did.  She just deemed that at her tender age she was not yet ready to make that lifelong decision.  
	There was to be a funeral.  On that particular day Erin received a letter, deeding her a plot of land from GW’s family.  The girl was heartbroken and couldn’t go to the funeral--she bolted and ran.  Her daddy, John, chased after her and consoled her.
	When she was better, they began to walk back to their own house.  Along the way, the Call of Nature came to be and Erin stepped off to one side of the path to pee.  She could see her daddy on the trail gouging himself.  It had been a long-long while since last SHE had been spanked--or fucked up the ass.  She couldn’t remember the last time young Elizabeth had gotten her ass blistered (or fucked.)  
	When Erin stood up pulling up her panties, she made a yelp--which brought her Daddy to her quick.
	Erin had brushed up against a bushy twig, lightly-slightly scratching her tender lily white ass cheek.  Sorta-kinda she presented herself, bending over slightly, hiking up her navy blue with white trim dress up over her hips.  She then inched down to her knees her basic white panties.
	Her Daddy smoothed his hand over her lovely ass, as far as asses goes--Erin had the best one.  The “scratch” was miniscule and hardly worth the bother, Erin bent over more and seemingly “parted” her cheeks.  John took the invite and began trolling his fingers up and down the girl’s crack, probing her hole before…
	Erin heard her Daddy’s pants being undone, his belt.  for a moment she worried that he might use his belt to her.  But on the sly, peeking through her hair she saw his pants (and belt) at his ankles.  She then felt his probing daddy-dong poking at her brown eye…

	Once the initial willingness had begun, it never stopped.  When John caught Erin and Mary Ellen naked together sucking cunt, he spanked them sure--but then fucked them but not as hard as he had when simply disciplining them.
	He eventually caught his youngest pleasing herself--he made her please him, too.
	Soon all three girls were pleasing their daddy, he thoroughly enjoyed blowjobs and soon was pumping off between their legs, breasts, and generally all over their bodies.
	In the woods just outside of their encampment, he stuffed Erin’s cunt.
	That was the group, a nice addition to any other sordid group.  Morton was pleased, the group would easily mingle with his.  Of that group:
	Samantha Taggert and her son, Alex.  Samantha was a nurse.  
	Keri Weever and her son, Arnold came along next.  Keri was a full fledged doctor, but had advanced to the more auspicious level of administration.  She had two adopted children, Janna and Zena.  
	Keri and Samantha were--not overly GAY per se, but they were warm for the other’s form.  They loved pounding against the other’s pussy.  They loved sucking titty and deep throating.  They loved spanking the other’s ass and shoving dildos into one another.  They also loved the other’s children.  
	Samantha loved getting dicked by Keri’s son, Arnold.  She also sought favor with Keri’s adopted kids, Zena who was eleven and Janna who was merely eight.  Samantha had come over one evening to babysit for the kids while their mother worked a late shift.  Zena and Janna were not expecting Samantha, Sam had gotten the key to the apartment from Keri at their workplace they shared.  She walked right in on Zena and Janna naked and happily eating each other out.  Arnold was at a baseball practice and not home yet.  Samantha soon discovered that the Weever family was a naughty family.
	She joined in, she left young hairless pussy…
	Soon and very soon Samantha and her son and Keri and her kids were “mingling” together, romping in one or the other’s apartment.  Good naked clean wholesome fucking romping.

	And of course, not forgetting the lone member of their party, the Ancient.  He was a member of the First Ones, the creatures who were First in the Parallel World of Earth, an Ancient.  A Creep!
	But, this Creep was a little different.  And in essence, in truth, a representation of ALL the Creeps, his fellow brethren, so to speak.  A couple of things were found out about the Ancient, important information that Morton and then Forrest who would find the info very interesting, if not useful.
	Keri Weever, was borned with a deformity that as she grew became progressively worse to the point she had to utilize walking aids.  It did little to deter her in her efforts to be like normal children.  
	It did little to deter her in adulthood, either.
	She had grown to become use to the affliction, she used a “third” leg, metal crutch that had become second nature, she gave very little thought to it and got along just fine.  There were times, though…
	When angry, when pissed, when in a hurry--the crutch leg became very aware and would sling about precariously.  She feared striking or lashing out at one of the kids or coworkers.  Or tripping down the stairs.
	When Keri and the others came together and into the new world--they were immediately besieged by a group of minotaurs.  But then, the Ancient came to be and the minotaurs fled.  It seemed unconscionable but the strange gray cloaked creature turned away a dozen minotaurs!
	How?
	By screaming at them.
	He did what?
	From within the gray hood of the Ancient’s cloak, he merely opened his grotesque maw and unleashed an audible screech that the minotaurs apparently do not like.
	After the minotaurs had fled, the humans and the Ancient stared at one another.  Then, the Ancient approached them.  The humans assembled and began running, save for Keri who tripped over her third leg.  Petrified she lay still.  John Notlaw and the older teen boys picked up rocks and limbs and came to Keri’s rescue.
	The Creep kept some distance from the fallen Keri, from out of the center of its chest area came a long protruding protrusion.  It resembled a human arm, without the skin and muscle stuff.  It also looked incredibly old, gray, ancient.
	The arm reached out in a snake-like manner, twisting now and then until at length it stretched some amazing five feet!  Then, from the bulbous end of the “arm” there seemed to formulate individual digits--which would at length come to be fingers.
	Just three fingers.  One of which glowed a dull glow and itself began to elongate.  It touched Keri’s leg, the deformed one.
	Keri felt no pain but saw her leg glow a brilliant yellow for a nano second.  Thereafter she said there was a tingling, she wet herself and described the feeling in her leg as the sensation of a body part that had “gone to sleep.”
	Thereafter, she could stand and walk as normal as any one else.

	Banding together seemed the thing--especially since they seemed to have so much in common.  Morton was fascinated by “Joe”, the creepy Ancient.  Getting a direct look into its hidden face was impossible, it seemed as like a foreboding darkness dwelled just within the gray hood of the cloak.
	As a combined group, the mingling was terrific--specially for those who craved sex.  Morton’s group (especially the boys Rory and Bo) very muchly enjoyed intermingling with the other group--they, in turn, enjoyed mingling with Morton’s group (especially the boys.)
	Corabeth who craved young boy cock (and young girl cunt) was ecstatic; she had already had her way with all of HER group--Keri and Samantha’s kids, John Notlaw’s girls, the Waller boys AND her own daughter; with Morton’s group her middle aged cunny tingled and took on Morton’s Randy right off.  She enjoyed him greatly, caressing his bare ass, fondling his balls and tugging on his willy--she did so within the hour of the two groups combining.
	Young Penny and Kaylee got their poons tongued out by Corabeth while Rory and Bo took turns stuffing her from behind.  With cock spillage on her ass, hole, crack, Trisha and Julianna had the task of licking it clean.  Corabeth gushed while they did so, and while they did so, she sucked on the other kids…
	With the Waller boys and John Notlaw, the firepower had increased dramatically.  The minotaurs were no longer a significant threat--especially with Joe along, too.
	Not long after the two groups combining and then did they enter into the world of Forrest.  Shortly thereafter that, Forrest and the Combined Group returned to the Forrest enclave to further mingle.  A new society was beginning…	

And then…
	Even when NOT high, Pippi, Annika, and Tommy were willy-nilly happy-go-lucky kids.  They were strange.  Not weird, just strange.  They were okay with going nude, their story was private--how they came to be or their life prior to coming into the New World.  Annika was a little apprehensive about taking on Eric and Jake, especially since Eric was a man and his MANHOOD was much more bigger than her brother Tommy’s.  But she ultimately did so, like she had a choice…
	Annika and Pippi both took Eric and Jake, they sucked and spread their legs and (cheeks).  It gave some relief to the tagalongs, Molly and Adam.  Some.  Eric and Jake both enjoyed watching Annika’s brother Tommy fuck.  Pippi and Annika were cunt lickers themselves and so young Molly got her’s licked quite often.  And she in turn, although semi reluctantly, noshed out Pippi and Annika.
	When not licking and sucking, they were walking.  Walking, walking, walking.  One day they could make about ten miles, another day they could do as far as twelve.  Their best day of traveling was fifteen miles--but most of that was down hill.
	Fuck-suck, suck-fuck.  Day in, day out.  Suck-fuck-fuck-suck.  It wasn’t monotonous, just tiring.  Both Jake and Eric had tired schlongs, but they continued humping, stuffing, rubbing, gliding, and etc. day in and day out.
	There were berries and fish, cold camping (when a fire couldn’t be created) and some sightings far off of what was determined to be minotaurs.  The group avoided them and went parallel, returning to the cliffs by the sea to travel a couple of days before their was a major detour--a huge canyon that cut into landscape from the seashore.  
	Jake was mildly curious about dropping down into the canyon, it was sandy with a small stream running in the middle.  Lots of greenery, sand, and possible adventure?  
	Eric carried Molly, going without shoes was tough on bare feet.  Molly was finally beginning to warm up Eric.  Eric was finally snaking his cock ALL the way into her--pussy, mouth, and asshole.  Willingly she took on her brother, the young boy enjoyed banging his sister--in spite of being seven, he was quite the little fucker.  With Pippi and Annika along, the boy happily screwed them, too.
	The canyon cut into the land almost two miles, it finally narrowed but there was a huge grassy, mossy overhang concealing a great deal of the canyon floor.  Jake was still very curious, but a new encounter was just ahead.

The Collector
	In a small clearing, there was an RV.  It was functional to a point, it had lighting, running water (when the tanks were filled) and provided shelter.  That was about it.  It’s power source came from solar panels; they did little, though, to aid it in mobility.  The RV was out of gas.  It had gone as far as it could go and …
	A small herd of peoples was at the RV site, naturally.  A Baker’s Dozen there was, two male adults, the rest kiddies.  Naked kiddies.  There was a doggie, too.
	After spying on the naked group, Eric and Jake made themselves known the following day.  They were well welcomed and treated with food, and samplings of the naked kiddies.  Here’s their story:
Bandits
	One place was as good as any other.  The sound of the highway hummed and the driver knew the particular hum he heard was not a good one.  Luckily, though, just off the desert highway was small rest stop with a chain restaurant and a service station with garage.  Kam babied the 40 foot motor home off the freeway, hoping not to blow the left front tire until at least in the driveway of the service station.
	Both occupants of the massive motor vehicle needed a break, the driver stretched, farted, and quickly scanned the parking lot of the nearby restaurant, then whistled for his stalwart companion, Rollo.
	Rollo was a French Mastiff, ten years young.  He looked around, panted, farted, then obediently took up a stance by the corner of the garage building.  “I”ll get’cha something good, boy.” Kam told his pal and ambled off to the eatery.

	While noshing on his chicken-fried steak with fixings, a steady eye was kept on his machine across the way--making sure the shifty mechanics fixed only what was detailed to them.  Another eye was steady on to the other patrons of the restaurant.
	A particular patron caught Kam’s interest.  She was cute.  Damn cute.  Long silky dark hair, slender body, black knit pants, short belly reveling funky mixed blue colored shirt.  She was cute, damn cute.  And Chinese.
	American Chinese.  Which was okay with Kam, he was a Collector by profession and liked variety.  Black, Mexican, Korean, Chinese--all the same to him, just a variety in their appearance--they were all virtually the same betwixt the legs!
	The Subject stood against the toy machine, the Grabber, the enclosed toy factory whereas a couple of dozen desired plush toys were at the taking, for fifty cents a try with the Claw.  It was a gimmick and very seldom did any toy ever get plucked and deposited into the bin.  The Claw’s strength was the problem--it was weak--for a purpose.
	Anyways, the child stood leaning against the glass of the machine while her parents and older sibs and cousins and assorted traveling family members yapped about who was going to pay for the meal.
	Kam noticed the girl tugging on the back of her black knit pants, tugging them to whereas a great deal of ass crack could be viewed, a brief glimpse of pink undies could be seen.  Kam Kneely was intrigued.
	It had been many days since unloading his last Acquistion(s).  He and Rollo and traveled three states alone.  It was time.  It was time.
	“Go out to the corner by the bush by the red car at the corner.”
	Done.
	“Go straight…walk to the wall, get on the sidewalk.”
	Done.
	“Go to the trash dumpster, stop.”
	Done.
	“Go behind the wall, walk along the wall of the garage.  Stop.”
	Done and done.
	With the great forty feet behemoth between the garage and restaurant, acquisition of his Subject was fairly easy.  The garage had closed, the tire replaced, the gas station nearby out of view.  Easily was the Subject escorted into the great rolling recreational vehicle.  To the back of the vehicle where a gag, bindings, and tucking away inside a secret compartment under the queen bed…
	“Guard.” Kam said to his partner.  The French short haired Mastiff took up his common place at the bed, the motor home shuddered to life and slowly pulled out onto the highway.

	Two hours later it pulled into a rest area, just a rest area.  A couple of highway patrol cars were parked therein, along with assorted travelers and truckers.  Kam waited.  One of the patrolmen got in his car and left.  The other sat at a picnic table taking a break.
	Checking a monitor, Kam checked his Subject, she was wriggling.  The effects of his Mind Tap had worn off.  Someday he hoped to be able to upgrade that nifty little object.  
	He looked to his ever faithful compaion, Rollo, the dog lolled its tongue, cocked its head, farted, and remained vigil at his post.  Kam eased out of his machine and ambled his way to the central building of the rest area, the bathroom.
	When he returned, the patrolman and his car were gone.
	
	Rollo laid down by his bed, Kam noted that he needed another bath and a brushing--the dog.  Checking the Mind Tapper, it had recharged enough--just in case.  They were hard to come by, being illegal and all.  The one he had was the only one he had been able to obtain--thru illegal channels.  Being caught with one was an automatic ten years in the state pen, of whatever state the possessor was caught in.  then, tacked on to that Stay would be the penalties for whatever Crimes were committed.
	Kam pulled his Subject out of the secret compartment, she had pissed her pants--a commonality for acquired captives.  She wriggled and fussed, she had been awake for a time, her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw.  Kam placed the eight year old onto the bed, raised her legs by the ankles and swatted her ass as hard as he could.
	“Listen to me, Missy,” he seethed into her ear, “settle down and settle down quick!” the child responded with crying.  That was typical and understandable.  It was also tolerated--to a point.
	A few moments passed, the blindfold and gag were removed.
	The young girl was cute.  Damn cute.  American-Chinese cute.
	Kam roamed his hand over the girl’s chest area, she didn’t have anything of importance, not yet.  He squeezed her young nipples then slowly inched up her odd colored shirt.  The young girl wailed--Kam raised her legs and wailed on her ass.
	The point was made and somehow the child calmed herself.
	“Excellent!” jeered her captor, “Follow my directions and you’ll be fine.  Do what I tell you and I’ll let you go.”
	The girl nodded, she screwed up her cute face, fretted, and peed herself some more.

	There were many ways to go about doing the desire of his cock.  Many.  Several.  Numerous.  The one chosen for Kellie Yu was simple, she was unbound hand and foot and stood up beside the bed.
	“Rollo, come.”
	The girl griped herself as the huge Mastff trotted in.  He sat with tongue lolling, farted, and waited.
	“This is my dog, Rollo,” explained Kam the Collector, “do as I say and he wont rip you to shreds.”
	The girl’s eyes widened as wide as the pucks on the highway.  She also peed herself some more.
	“Do you understand?”
	A very frightened Kellie nodded that she did.  She rubbed her aching rubbed raw wrist but otherwise managed to hold off any outburst of emotions.
	“Alrighty, then…” drawled Kam, he knelt to his knees facing the distraught girl, “take off your shirt.”
	Very timidly the young girl did so.  She wore nothing else underneath.
	“Turn a little.” said the Collector, indicator Kellie should turn just a little.  When done, she was further commanded to tug her black knit pants down--just as she had playfully done so at the restaurant.
	Sobbing some and screwing up her face a lot, Kellie tugged her knit pants down just so, just enough to expose the top of her ass.  Kam licked his lips in anticipation.
	“Good girl.” he said.  Then, “Keep doing as you’re told and I have Rollo rip you to shreds.” and on cue, Rollo grumbled a guttural bark, farted, and licked his huge blubbery lips.
	Kellie was then told to inch her pants, just her pants down to her knees.  She leaned up against the bed and did so.  Her pinkish panties stayed at just her ass, partly concealing it.  Kam reached out and caressed her ass, patting it and caressing.  
	The timid frightened girl was turned about, Kam had a nice view of her bald poon, she had wet herself pretty good--which didn’t bother Kam.  He himself worked her pants down, then rolled her pink undies down, too.
	Once the garments were at her ankles, they were removed and the nude girl was hoisted up onto the great bed.  Rollo came and rested his great head onto the foot of the bed.  Kam collected the child’s clothing and placed them into a garbage bag--she wouldn’t be needing them anymore.
	Opening the girl’s legs Kam took her in, she was a virgin.  The last seven year old he had wasn’t.  two older brothers were tagging her.  But no matter…
	Despite the urine splash, Kam licked out the girl’s cunny.  She clutched the covers she lay on, tightening up her young naked vulnerable body; her legs were pushed out by the Collector, he licked his fill before standing up and undoing his pants…

	A protective cover was placed under the girl, the bed covers were still in good conditions and were thick, heavy, and a bitch to wash.  Nakedly, Kam crawled up onto the young nude girl, he smiled to her, licking his lips hungrily, his massive fuck pole gently laying against her very virgin poon.
	“Keep your legs open,” he told her, “try and not to move about too much.” then slowly he began to grind against her.  He didn’t fully enter her, but close counts.  
	Kellie tightened up even more, her mouth opened in shock and awe, even more so when the actual penetration began.  She winced, bit her lip and tightened up to the max.  Her abductor cared little for her distress and deftly pushed his gangly manhood into crevice.
	When half way into the girl, he pulled out.  Kellie wept uncontrollably.  Kam lay on her, not suffocating but close.  He cooed to her, ran his fingers thru her thick hair, and humped.
	Again, after a moment or two had passed, he eased himself back into her.  He took his time, he was in no hurry.  Kellie was hard pressed to keep from screaming, but the pain of being fucked overwhelmed that outburst anyways.
	With such a tight pussy, Kam only pumped a little before stopping.  After cleaning up some of the “cherry” juice he licked the girl’s poon, sucked it, fingered it, and finally introduced it to Mr. Stuff-it, a slender ribbed 7-inch dildo.
	Coupling her ankles together, and lifted up, Kam fucked the girl steadily with the dildo.  When she squirmed too much her bare ass got a hard spank to her skin.  At length he replaced the dildo with his cock, pushed her knees to her shoulders and stuffed her snatch with his love tool.

	Kellie trembled and shook uncontrollably as if she were cold, but the water cascading down her lovely young nude body was warm.  Her abductor was nude with her in the extra large shower, with a wash cloth he went over her soaped up body, paying most attention to her poon.  When done, he stood and ordered the girl to “wash” him.
	Kellie Yu felt ill but did the deed.
	When Kam’s cock was clean and clean and rinsed off, eight year old Kellie had to take it in the mouth.  She sucked and sucked, worked the organ to super stiff mode, clutched the hairy testicles, and received a copious amount of hot sticky-icky jism moments later.

	Back on the bed, on her back, legs draped over the edge, Kellie lay still staring up to the wood paneled ceiling.  Her kidnapper lay nude beside her, massaging/fingering her pussy.  It was less sore than it had been, the warm water from the shower had helped.
	After a few moments, the girl was turned over and her ass was caressed, squeezed, and seriously fondled.  Soon the girl’s ass cheeks were parted and the hole was fingered.  Kellie tightened up, squirmed some, whimpered a lot.  Rollo’s big Mastiff head on the foot of the bed, though, kept the girl from carrying on too much.
	Kam’s tongue licked the girl’s pooter hole, a little specialized jelly was applied to the hole and his fingers made anal entry.  The 7-inch wonder cock (store bought) was brought into play and was pushed four inches in.
	With her hips up, the dildo put aside, Kam’s massive manhood touched the child’s anus.  Rollo’s ears perked up and he gruffed.  Then he barked and bolted to the door.  Kam quickly stuffed Kellie into the secret compartment-- “Make one sound and …” he needn’t further explain, Kellie knew.
	At the door was a cop, a highway patrol type cop.  For a moment there was genuine fear in Kam.  But it was downplayed when the officer showed a flyer with a missing child’s picture on it.  Kellie Yu.
	“Hmmm, pretty.” Kam said flicking on the outside light.  He was dressed in his royal robe and took the flyer shaking his head, 
	“Haven’t seen her, though.”
	“If you so, sir, please call that number, give all the information possible but do not attempt any further action.”  don’t get involved.

	After the copper had left, Kam cinched up tight the window shades and blinds, then dropped his robe and returned to his prize.
	She was still there and had been quiet as a mouse.
	“Good girl.” cooed Kam.  Laying her back on the bed he went down on her, licking her poon until she began to quiver.  Then she was rolled over (again), hips up, cheeks open.  
	The girl was conscripted into holding her own cheeks open while her abductor pushed his manhood into her poop chute.  Kellie mouthed the bed covers squelching the screams of torment.
	His cock and the girl’s hole had been lubricated, but still, it was tight going.  Kam liked ’em tight.  Tight and young.  

	“You stinky fuck!” chided Kam.  His dog, Rollo, lolled its tongue, he was a cross mix, the French Mastiff the dominant feature, but there was English Bulldog, too.  And Rollo had gas.  Another feature of the loyal canine.  Kam opened the door and let the creature out, a light rain had begun, the rest area was basically empty, a couple of over-the-road trucks there were, another motor home, one passenger car.  It was near midnight, Kam stepped out butt naked and let Mother Nature give him a bath.
	On the bed young naked Kellie slept soundly.
	There would be others…
Meet Cheryl Gladhope, other
	Vaguely the words in a commanding manner invaded her mind:
	“Walk.  Go.  Forward.  Stop.  Turn.  Wait.  Go forward.  Turn left--your OTHER left.  Walk--walk--stop.”
	She blinked her eyes, her mind was fuzzy, cloudy.  Her mouth ached, wrists, and entire body.  She found it difficult to breathe let alone concentrate.  Nothing made since.  
	Making less since was her hands were bound, by what she didn’t know, but they were well secured above her head as she lay on what supposedly was a bed.  Her ankles, too, were secured; a gag in her mouth.  Only her eyes were “unsecured.”
	“Walk.  Forward.  Go.  Stop.” the words rolled in and about her mind.  Someone had been speaking to her, but differently.  She didn’t understand, and she couldn’t fathom how she had apparently obeyed.
	At length, though, she guessed.  Her mind had been “tapped.”  There were a bevy of mind devices lecherous pervs and other assorted criminals had at their disposal.  It was a plague and there was virtually no way to stop or prevent the owners/possessors from utilizing them to their own sinister glee.
	Coming to grips with her dire dilemma, Cheryl raised her head somewhat to see what was going on in her vicinity.  The room was small, she immediately determined that she was probably in a motor home--her parents had one.
	Her parents.
	Her friends.
	Her siblings.
	Vaguely they filled her mind.  She shook her head to clear it and saw a NUDE man masturbating.  He stood at the entrance to the room, there were two others--two kids, and a dog.
	“Get out of your clothes, or I’ll let him have ya!” growled the nude masturbating man.  He spoke to the young girl, she was horribly frightened and freaked out of her mind.  She was no more than ten or so.  The boy stood, clothed, staring at the dog.
	The dog, a strange behemoth beasts whose coat was mostly rust colored with bits of black and white scattered in amongst the coarse fur.  Cheryl wasn’t sure of its breed type but saw bulldog and something other.  Its head and neck were thick and she feared the jaws, all those sharp teeth and the power and might--her stomach turned and she clenched up all over.
	The girl who had been commanded and threatened with “get out of your clothes” or else, slowly tugged off her shirt.  Trembling fingers clung to the garment, she wore a pastel camisole underneath, a half silky tee-shirt.  At ten, she had small-small breasts.
	At ten, the young girl had presence of mind to continue her stripping as the nude masturbating man stared her down--waiting.  The girl screwed up her face, trembled and shook all over and slid down her short breeches still clutching her shirt.
	 The girl whimpered, “Please.” the nude masturbating man only smiled, licked his lips, and stroked his massive penis moreso.
	Cheryl knew what was going to happen.  She gulped and relaxed somewhat.  She knew she still had HER clothes on, why hadn’t the bastard raped her?  He was more into KIDS than older girls?  There was the boy, too.  Cheryl was confused.  She bit her lip, squeezed her eyes tight and hoped when she opened them again she would be in her own room.

	Nope.  Didn’t happen.
	The young girl, Beth, had dropped her shirt and pulled off her trainer.  She had tried to conceal her bare top with the scrunching up of her arms, but the nude masturbating bastard man shook his head, “Stand up straight.” he told her.  The girl gulp and screwed up her sweet little face, she was a cutey; long straight brown hair, soft complexion, perfectly shaped head to toe.
	Red panties.  With love-pat hearts all over them.  Simple kiddie panties.  The man looked to the girl kind of sternly, he needn’t say a word--the girl understood the unspoken command and with trembling fingers slid her panties down.
	The man made some sort of noise, a pleasing groan?  He nodded his head and motion for the girl to get on the bed.  He then gave Cheryl a look, he was grinning and traveled his eyes up and down her long frame.  Cheryl had extreme detest for the man.  She knew it would do no good to be pissed or to fight off the bastard, she was secured and he had (obviously) a mind device.
	“Open your legs.” the man said.  Cheryl knew he wasn’t speaking to her, her legs were confined at the ankles.  The hapless frightened nude ten year old nodded and as she lay back, her head resting on Cheryl’s left leg, opened her legs wide.
	The boy standing by the nude masturbating bastard man opened his eyes in shook.  ‘Whoa.’ was expressed on his young face.  He was a lad of approx. twelve.
	“You ever seen a girl naked, boy.” the nude man asked.
	The boy shook his head, ‘No.’
	The man beside him grinned, then said “Get naked.”
	It was like the boy had been socked in the stomach, he stood stunned with mouth agape.
	“I gotta pee, sir.” he exclaimed.
	“No you don’t.” the man replied.  Then, “Get naked, NOW!”
	Trembling just as much as the girl before him had, the young lad stripped off all of his clothes.  He stood nude beside the nude man with a bit of a boner going himself.
	“You ever play with it.” the nude man asked the nude boy.
	The boy shook his head, ‘No.’
	The man then dropped to his knees--he fondled the boy’s bare ass, bending the boy over to where he was laying across the bed.  Beth had to turn and lay lengthwise on the bed, up against the secured girl.  She, too, had to open her legs, draping one over the edge of the bed while the other draped over the secured girl, Cheryl.
	The two girls looked to one another, Beth expressed nothing, her face was calm, tear stained.  She bit her lower lip and shifted her body up as close to the teen girl as possible.  The teen girl tried to convery, “It’ll be alright.” but she knew better than that, she knew that the nude bastard was probably more than likely going to rape them, all of them.
	Before any of that could happen, the boy stared wide eyed into Beth’s nude cunny--while his vulnerable asshole was invaded by a finger.  A finger followed by a probing tongue.  His pud he didn’t play with was gripped and fondled, stroked, squeezed, and toyed with--by the nude man behind him.  
	Then, the boy, Mitchell, felt the ever presence of the nude man’s cock.  It pressed against his skin, gliding up and down his ass crack, poking at his very virginal asshole.
	“Hold your cheeks open.” the man told Mitchell.  
	The boy gulped and feel sick to his stomach--but he gripped his ass cheeks and pulled them open.  The nude mad caressed the boy’s ass and then made a steady attempt at anal penetration.

	Cheryl wriggled some in her restraints, being stretched out for such a long time was beginning to get to her.  She knew by the bouncing movements of the boy against the bed--the boy was being butt fucked.  The girl beside her whimpered.  Cheryl could only endure, as could they all.
	How much time has passed she didn’t know, her mind was too frapped to concentrate on the passage of space.  The nude man came crawling onto her body, that brought her back to the present.  Beside her the nude boy lay on the nude girl.  It wasn’t clear, to Cheryl, if they were “doing it” or not, she turned her head back to stare up to the ceiling, and to the nude man crawling on her.
	The nude man settled on her stomach, his hands roaming over her body.  Cheryl clenched and defied the man his pleasure.  It didn’t seem to bother him, he ripped her shirt open and lusted for her anyways.
	Her bra was ripped nextly and the man began pawing at her teenage breasts.
	‘You fucker!’ Cheryl bitched through her gag.  She seethed and tightened up, her hands were secured above her head to something, her ankles secured to something at the foot of the bed--all she could do was twist trying to buck the bastard of a man off of her.
	Didn’t work.
	The man squeezed her breasts hard to the point whereas Cheryl nodded her head, ‘Okay-okay!’  the man then went down on her breasts, sucking on one and then the other, tweaking/squeezing the nipples.  She could feel his manhood grinding against her pussy.
	Gulping for air and composure Cheryl felt the sudden need to pee.  She wanted to bend; bend her knees, her arms, her body.   The nude man scooted up her body, his cock throbbing right between her mounds.  She closed her eyes, thrashing it side to side--only her goofy horny boyfriend Calvin had placed his cock there.  She had sucked it as the teen horndog had pumped, it was the least she could do as she wouldn’t let him pump off into her pussy--she feared getting pregnant as three of her girlfriends had.
	Taking cock up the ass was out, too--it was just too gross to contend with.  She DID let her horndog boyfriend suck and finger her pussy, and he DID rub his schlong against her swollen cunny lips, but no penetration--not even with a condom; Cheryl’s best friend Angie had a boyfriend encounter; HE wore a condom and SHE got pregnant anyways!
	The nude man on top of her undone her gag, tilted her head to him, 
	“Suck me.”

	The taste of cock was foul.  She had sucked her horndog’s cock, but was fearful of even doing that as a girlfriend had gotten gonorrhea in the mouth/throat from giving headjobs.  The wretched nude bastard pushed himself into her mouth, a strong hand to the back of her head forcing her.
	Cheryl both sucked and rebuked the organ in her mouth, it was musty and gamey and tasted very foul.  It was HUGE, hot, throbbed, and was more than she could take.  The man, though, insisted and kept a steady hand on the back of her head, squeezing her hair tight when she fought back and sought not to comply with sucking.
	After a couple of minutes, cum.  A wash was of man cum spewed out of the man’s cock splashing into Cheryl’s mouth, down her throat.  She choked some and sperm shot out of her nostrils.  The nude man on her chest pumped furiously, forcing her head back and forth until he was drained.  Only then did his hellish organ soften up and slip out of her mouth.
	But the man wasn’t finished, he rubbed his foul cock all over her face before sliding back down her body, undoing her pants.
	It did no good at all for Cheryl to whimper, cry, get pissed, or thrash about.  All it got her was wrenched onto her side whereas then the nude hellish man walloped her ass as hard as he could.  Then, he brought out a small hand held device, a self-defense item most everybody in the fucked up perverted world was carrying, including pre-school children!  A stun gun.
	The stun gun was pressed to the bare chest area of Cheryl and she flipped out, peed, and almost lost control of her bowels.  Over six hundred thousand volts of electricity surged thru the young teen’s body.  Not enough to kill, it’s not the volts that kill mind you; the stun gun’s force merely the stun gun is designed to key into the nervous system; it dumps its energy into the muscles at a high pulse frequency that makes the muscles work very rapidly, but not efficiently. 
	This rapid work cycle depletes blood sugar by converting it to lactic acid all in just seconds.  The resulting energy loss makes it difficult to move and function.  At the same time, the tiny neurological impulses that travel throughout the body to direct muscle movement are interrupted.  This causes disorientation and loss of balance and leaves the attacker in a passive and confused condition for several minutes.  Still, there is no significant effect on the heart and other organs.   A simple touch by the stun gun for three to five seconds delivers a high voltage, low amperage shock, causing loss of balance and muscle control, confusion, and disorientation. Full recovery takes about five to ten minutes.
	Cheryl thrashed about heaving, panting, sweating, peeing.  Her abductor bastard finished his task of undoing her pants and taking them down.  The two unrestrained kids beside the stricken twitching Cheryl wept and clung to one another.
	Although it was a risk, Kam undone the teen’s bindings at her ankles.  He then lay his body on her, pressing his mouth to her ear,
	“Don’t move, don’t kick, don’t piss me off whatsoever and I wont shove that item up your cunt!”
	Cheryl melted.  This was the most horrible thing ever to have happened to her, more than farting out loud while giving a speech before the whole student body!
	The man licked her ear, then placed his equally foul tongue into her mouth for a long-deep-passionate kiss.  He eventually pulled away and sat up from her.  His cock remained pressed up against her pussy, his eyes drank the young teen in, his hands roamed her body.
	He motioned to the two kids to get at the foot of the bed--and watch.
	The man then positioned himself in the typical lovemaking position, Missionary.  He took the head of his cock and rubbed it up and down the girl’s gash, “Who you had bone you?” he asked.
	Cheryl gulped, she could hardly breathe, barely concentrate.
	The man clicked the device in his hand to activate it, Cheryl jumped, her neck muscles tightened up.  Squeezing her eyes tight she blurted out,
	“Brad!  Brad fucked me, God damn you--” and a flurry of other obscenities were expelled.
	“Who’s Brad?” he asked, “Boyfriend?”
	The girl screwed up her face, she shook her head side to side, whisps of hair pasted to her.  
	“My brother, you fucker!”
	Kam was pleased, through some dire duress, Cheryl blurted out among a flurry of obscenities that when she was twelve, she let her brother who was fourteen fuck her.  For a price.  His allowance and her chores.  Subsequent fucks that came after had the boy with a condom.  The last fuck had been the previous summer.  The fear of getting pregnant frightened her.
	“Do you suck him?”
	“Yes, you son-of-a-bitch!”
	Kam smiled down to her, she wriggled on the bed, she had peed and soiled it.  That was okay, Kam would deal with her later about that.  For the moment, he mounted the fuckable girl and guided his wicked schlong into her.  The two naked kids behind them had to watch the penetration…
	The boy, Mitch, was commanded to “reach up and rub” his ass.  Cheryl had to open her legs WIDE.  Young Beth Banely had to come up onto the bed and lay down.  Then, while the nude man fucked the teen girl, he reached over and fingered Beth’s pussy.
	At length the bastard man rolled off of the teen girl, then motioned for the boy to come crawl up.  The boy had no choice, to obey and have a boner.  By the man’s nods the boy positioned himself onto the teen girl and proceeded to slip his pre-teen dinky into the teen twat.  While he did so, the nude man caressed his ass as he pumped.
	“Reach over,” said the man, “finger her pussy.”
	The boy somehow had managed to curtail his emotions, but he was tight all over, pursed lips, and everything else ‘cept emotional outburst.  Slowly he reached over and began fingering Beth’s poon.  Beth tightened up some, squeezed up her pretty face and also managed to hold off from outbursts.
	Mitchell humped, pumped, and got into the act of fucking.  The nude man rubbed the boy’s ass, poking and probing into the boy’s hole, clutching the lad’s nuggets up through his legs, humping on the side of the distraught teenage girl…

	“I’m peeing!” exclaimed the boy.  He was still humping and thrashing about some on top of Cheryl.  The nude man with a raging boner squeezed the boy’s ass harder, spanking it some and shoving a finger DEEP into the boy’s tight rectum.  Mitchell freaked out, eyes fluttering, mind in warp drive ecstasy, his cock “peeing” while fucking.
	The intense moment lasted mere moments.  The boy’s pumping slowed and virtually collapsed onto the nude teenager.  Kam caressed the boy’s ass, parted his cheeks and positioned himself to see the boy’s dick pulsing in Cheryl’s cunny--gobs of cum streamed out of the cunny.
	The boy was totally spent, exhausted.  Kam rolled the lad to him, laying him on his backside.  The boy couldn’t move.  Kam fondled the boy’s cock and balls, working his little pudling that was quickly going soft.
	Cheryl breathed hard, weeping some, twisting her arms as she was at her limit of being so restrained.  Kam rolled over the boy and positioned himself onto the girl, resting his pulsing member against her sopping wet entrance.  But hungrily, he looked to the girl laying still beside her, them; Beth.
	Cheryl opened her legs and received her abductor’s cock.  He was not rough but gently slid himself in and out, sometimes pulling all the way out then humping her tingling cunny.  Cheryl tried once more to rebuke in some way the man’s assault on her body.  She knew it was fruitless, the man had her--she was tied up, she was already naked…
	Despite the outrageous manner of being raped, Cheryl DID find some manner of tingling joy.  She tried denying herself the sensation, her nipples perked up and her pussy demanded stringent humping.  Usually she did so with a rough fingering (from herself), sticking her cunny up to the faucet in the bathtub--turning the water on full blast.  She also was a vegetable fucker.
	Her rapist humped her into oblivion.  She shuddered and trembled all over and discovered that she was cumming.  There was no stopping the torrent of orgasm once it began.  She humped back.  She wanted fucked.  She wanted spanked, peed on, and seriously humped until she couldn’t stand it.
	Her lover humped her, grinding against her, rubbing and gyrating himself all about her bringing her to the brink of orgasmic bliss such as the like she had never had before.  She came.  A torrent of love cream mingled with the man’s love cream--she shuddered and felt completely and utterly weak.

*

	Sounds awoke her, her arms hurt terribly, her mouth was dry, her mind--frapped.  She heard what sounded like rain, thunder there was, too.  There, also, was the sound of something slapping?  Her mind was too far gone, her pussy itched and she needed to pee.
	There was little light, her neck was sore and very stiff.  To one side of her was the nude girl, Beth, curled up sound to sleep.  In the small room of the RV--the bed took up most of the room, there was the nude man sodomizing the boy--it was the man’s balls slapping Cheryl heard.
	There was no escape.  There was only to endure.  Cheryl wondered if she could.  She clung to the thread of hope that so long as she wasn’t too physically hurt, harmed, maimed--then she would tolerate the sexual abuse.  But she fretted about the sex done unto the kids.  That was a bit much.
	The man suddenly stepped up his humping, his balls slapped harder, faster--he was cumming.  The boy made some noises, almost whines.  Cheryl couldn’t see completely, the low light and the positioning of the two, but she knew what was going on just the same.
	The man finally achieved his goal and was cumming, he made vocal pleasures out loud and pumped in and out of the boy’s rectum for almost a minute after the initial cum-off.  A very satisfied “AHHHHH” the man exclaimed and jacked the rest of his splooge onto the boy’s ass.
	“Suck my balls.” he said almost out of breath.
	The boy gulped and could scarcely comply--his asshole was on fire.  But he turned and disappeared from sight--he was on his knees.  Cheryl flng her head back onto the pillow, she yearned to bring her arms down--and she definitely needed to pee.
	The sound of retching and near vomiting saddened her, the boy was sucking the man’s balls.  Cheryl shook her head, was there no end to this horror?
	Nope.

	“How you doing, sweetie?” the man said coming up and laying on her.
	“Fuck you, asswipe,” she bitched, “and don’t fucking call me, ‘sweetie’, either, asshole!”
	The nude man smiled to her, then brushed loose wisps of hair strands out of her face, he giggled, he smirked, he farted.
	“Keep it up, sweet thing, and you’ll regret it.”
	“I’ve got to pee.” she returned.
	The nude man sat up, straddling her waist.
	“Alright.” he said, he shifted himself off of her, then made a whistle sound and suddenly on the bed was the dog.
	The man spoke some command in a language Cheryl deduced to be German.  She saw in horror the dog come onto the bed and grip Beth’s neck.  Beth had come awake at all the disturbance.  The nude man leaned to her, 
	“Don’t do a thing, don’t cry, don’t fret, don’t do a thing.” it was a warning.  The man then undone the bindings to Cheryl’s wrists.
	“Don’t do a thing,” he told her.  Cheryl wanted to say something, a lot of things.  She looked to the huge dog with his mouth about the seriously freaking in stillness child, Beth.  Beth peed.  She clenched and peed and was as close to death as possible.
	Cheryl rubbed her wrists and arms, there was no energy whatsoever in her limbs, the nude man with a cum dripping dangling cock helped her into the bathroom and onto the toilet.  He stood up before her, 
	“Suck me.” he told her.
	Cheryl closed her eyes, the softened member had just been freshly pulled from Mitchell’s asshole.  It was kind of gross.
	“Suck my balls.” he told her.  That was better, still gross but not as funky as was the cock.

	The nude man’s funky cock rubbed against her face as she suckled his hairy testicles--she also had been commanded to place her hands on his ass and rub, squeeze, caress.  His foul cock re-stiffened, albeit slowly.
	After she had peed, as well as pooped, she was allowed into the shower.  The nude man accompanied her and promptly bathed her, as she was commanded to do so unto him.  Afterwards, he drilled her cunny from behind.
	When the two emerged from the shower, Rollo had lain his head onto the young Beth’s naked chest.  The girl was petting the brutish dog, his tail wagged.  (the girl was still horribly frightened, sure, but not as bad as she had been.)

	“I want to be able to trust you.” said the man to Cheryl.
	Cheryl didn’t know where it was going, not that it mattered.	
	The man led Cheryl back to the bed, it was soiled from Beth and herself peeing on it.  The man didn’t seem to care and had Cheryl get back on the bed.  The man clicked his fingers and Rollo jumped off the bed and went to lay on his own bed.  Cheryl was not restrained.
	“Don’t move off of that bed.” warned the naked man.  He then pulled out from UNDER the bed one of those hidden drawers and pulled out the first girl, Kellie.  Her hands and feet hand been bound.  She had cried herself out.  She was bound hand and foot as well as gagged.  Onto the bed she was placed, Cheryl was horrified.  The mad undone the girls bindings, 
	“It’d be very wise not to piss me off, don’t do anything on that bed but sleep.  Got it?”
	Cheryl, Beth, Mitchell, and Kellie nodded.
	“Don’t give me cause to shove this,” and he showed them the stun gun he had, he activated it, too; then continued, “up your pussy, cause I will.” he smiled and stepped back into the coach and into darkness.
	How long the kids sat on the bed in silence wasn’t known, the passage of time seemed eternity-like.  Little Beth went to sleep.  Mitchell finally laid down, curling up against the backside of Beth.  Cheryl sat on folded legs, she had great contempt for the nude man.  The gall, the audacity, the sheer unadulterated brass balls for him to do such things--kidnapping for sexual perversions.
	 “I have to pee.” quipped the Chinese girl.
	Cheryl sighed, “don’t get off the bed.” the nude bastard of a man had said.  She shook her head, “I-I dunno if you can.” go to the bathroom, that meant getting off the bed.  Kellie looked longingly to the bathroom that was just close, but it did mean stepping off of the bed a couple of feet or so.
	“Can you hold it.” asked Cheryl.
	“I guess so.” said a reluctant Kellie.
	Just then the sound of a vehicle came to be, pulling up fairly close to the RV.  Cheryl tightened.  She heard a car door open and close, and there were voices!  She waited, listening, waiting.  She didn’t hear or feel anything from the motor home, no door opened, no voices from within.
	Slowly ever so slowly she laid down, then inched her body over Beth and Mitchell.  The window coverings for the rear windows were button security privacy leather covers.  Cheryl leaned far over to find out how hard the snaps were.  Hard.  Biting her lip took a risk and gave a tug.
	Behind her she heard the electronic zap of the stun gun…