August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 24
Believable to a Point

Society Stirrings
	“I Fuck, there I Am!”
	  A new credo had been established, to fuck.  To fuck at will.  To fuck or pretend to fuck, it was not a question.  I fuck, you fuck, we ALL fuck!  Fuck-fuckitty-fuck-fuck-fuck.  No matter the age, the color, size, or sex.  Fuck.  Fuck it.  Fuck it all to hell!
	If it has a hole--fuck it!
	It was a way of life, a new way of life.
	There were intermittent complications--pregnancies.
	There were 80 peoples in the new society of Forrest Finch.  Eighty peoples and one Ancient.  “Joe” made the rounds, he had a “healing” touch, there were many broken bones, sprains, scrapes, gouges, and other affirmatives that the Ancient Creep “Joe” instantly sent away with a touch from his knobby arm extension.
	He didn’t feel pressured, Forrest; he made the rounds and all was well.  He knew that he was not returning to his Birth World, and that was okay.  He had slight twinges of “missing” those he had left “suddenly” in the other world, but oh well.  
	Forrest still had his favorites, and always would.  But it was good that there were other adults coming in, and it was by sheer coincidence they were just as sexually perverted as was he himself.  Mason still kept to himself, with his creepy gothic niece (Lydia) and her creepy gothic friend, Lucy.  
	He liked Morton, no bones about it--the man was as equally perverted as was he himself.  That was good.  Samantha and Keri being in the medical field were great assets--although Joe the Ancient kind of curbed their abilities.  
	John Notlaw.  He was a good man, he loved his girls--really loved them.  He was not so much as a real social pervert was Forrest and Morton, but had on-going non-stop sexual relations with his three girls just the same.  He also enjoyed sinking his manhood into the other various members of the new society.  He himself had more modesty, though, and didn’t go prancing about butt bare assed naked like most everyone else.  Forrest himself didn’t always go about naked, either.
	Corabeth, although kind of prudish, the woman was a horndog and craved dick.  (she also liked pussy, young, old, furry or not…)  
	The new group fit well with the old.
	Danica “Breezy” Manchesca’s mega four wheel drive machine helped out with carrying large quantities of wood, water, and assorted foodstuffs--and its ample lighting was a boon, too.  But, with Joe the Ancient in among them, he seemed to be the spokesman and there were no problems with the ever roaming Ancients.
	And becoming “friends” of the Ancients aided the New Society as when the minotaurs made “rounds”, the Ancients encircled the New Society’s burg and utilized sonic audible blasts that drove the minotaurs away.
	The New Society’s burg.  Aside from the main cabin that Forrest and Co. had come to, new buildings were going up--residences first, then there was a building for storing food.  It was a beginning.  It was how societies started; farming would come next, an order of who did what, a leadership, boundaries, making allies, and so on.
	Which was all well in good and for a time this was not a problem.
	
	Gardens were everywhere--potatoes, carrots, leeks, lettuce, and tomatoes the main crop.  The females of the New Society mostly tended to the gardens, the male folk tended to construction and fish & game.  It was a hardy society--there was no schooling, no paper, no government.  It was assured that there would probably be others from the Birth World, and there was the worry about the rat creatures--even the minotaurs could possibly find a way to defeat the Ancient Ones’ method of sonic disturbances.  
	Forrest, though, did not one hundred percent trust explicitly the Ancients.  He had tangled with them a couple of occasions, he did admit that First Contact with another species always was perplexing and could be construed as a misunderstanding.  Perhaps the Ancient’s manner of communication was not as threatening as it looked.  Regardless, it gave Forrest the willies and the foresight to keep his guard up just the same.
	As previously stated, Forrest had his favorites.  But there were others, too.  In essence, he liked them all--girls and boys, and the women.  He enjoyed watching the men of the New Society fuck the afore mentioned girls, boys, and women.  He was versatile.  
	He was also bugged.  He couldn’t put his finger on it, and he still had qualms about the notion of whether or not he had an implant or not.  He guessed he did, too much had happened, too much was too real.  But there was always the lingering “maybe.”
	Of the adults or near adults, he liked Danica the most.  Especially.  She was old enough, twenty-one, and still young enough.  Most of that “young enough” stemmed from her girlish charm, she was very slender and could easily pass for a middle aged teenager.  But up close, she was an adult.  A young adult.  A young naughty adult.
	She craved cock, she also loved licking cunt.  She reeled in being peed on, spanked, and having three cocks going in her at the same time.  It didn’t matter the age, either.  Forrest spent a lot of time with Danica, she went by “Breezy” by everyone else, a pet name.  But Forrest chose her given birth name, he liked it and when he said it, it didn’t sound so bad.  Danica herself didn’t really care for the moniker.  (but she DID care for Forrest!)
	Austin was still a prime favorite for Forrest, they were buds.  When Austin had come down with a mysterious fever some time back, before the addition of the other groups joining in, Forrest had stayed by the boy’s side constantly.  He wondered if Joe Ancient would have been able to relieve the boy of the fever?  The boy had come close to death, at that time, Forrest had done everything to protect his small group from the creepy Creeps.  
	But he wondered, fretted, and worried--was it the right thing?  Should he have tried to see if there was a possibility of communication?  If so, could an Ancient aided Austin?
	Other than Austin, Forrest was pretty close to Jamie, Holly, Annie, Dustin and Willy.  The original members of his troupe.  He warm with Jennifer, then there was Donna and her sisters with Donna’s beau, Scott.  For all intensive purposes--Donna and Scott were “married.”  and Donna was soon to give birth--although it was a little sketchy on who exactly was the father.  But no one seemed to be too worried about it--everyone fucked everyone and that was that.
	Donna and her group liked Forrest, they missed their father and “other” life, the mall, shopping, and even school, but they also liked the new way of life.  It just took a little getting used to.
	Donna and her group looked to Forrest as a fatherly figure, and that was okay.  Most of the early groupees looked to Forrest as a fatherly figure, that was okay, too.  The youngest members did especially and Forrest enjoyed them all equally--sexually and otherwise.
	After some months in the New Society, teenagers Morgan and Logan had also wed, Forrest officiating.  Morgan was pregnant and was soon to give birth.  Morgan, like Donna, still continued to take on dick from others, sucking and taking it up the ass.  Logan joined in on those frivolities, but also dipped his wick into other holes--as he had always done.
	Arnold and Phoebe also wed, they had come to be approx. eleven years young and were quite an item.  Arnold, like Logan and Scott, enjoyed dipping his wick into any available hole possible--he mostly enjoyed primarily female type holes and was not too keen on poking a hole that had a nut sac close by.
	Ruth Ann and Bud had also gotten “hitched.”
	And although Helga still pinned for Arnold, she was dicked enough by the teen schlongs of the group to be satisfied.  She still pinned for Helga and he DID boff her a few times, but always went back to that prissy slut, Ruth Ann.
	Danny and Phanton and Samantha made a pledge and ultimately asked Forrest to wed them.  Samantha was pregnant and when she delivered--it was undoubtedly Tucker’s, he was black if you remember and the boy that was delivered was less white than thought.  It was okay, though, Danny happily tried again--and again--and again some more.

	It was thought something would happen between Danny’s sister, Jazmine and his best friend, the afore mentioned Tucker.  They fucked, they fucked a lot--Tucker and Jazz were seen kissing--passionately.  Tucker peed on her, spanked her, and stuffed her three holes until cum ran like a river.  But it was only sex.  Jazz ultimately settled on the “Chorus” boy, Barry.  He was eighteen and equally enjoyed stuffing Jazz’s three holes on a daily to regular basis.
	Tucker and Barry’s sister, Beverly ultimately hooked up and they married and soon after Beverly gave birth to a lovely girl (who was more white than expected--but oh well.)
	From Morton’s group, of course Winnie and Bo hooked up.  The others Morton had finally come to terms with the New Society concept, Julianna the most of them all.  Kaylee and Penny still desired greatly to be taken back home, but they knew also that it wasn’t going to happen.
	Trisha had also come to terms with the knowing that where she was was where she was going stay.  She had seen the Creeps in the woods, and the minotaurs.  She didn’t understand it, but …
	John Notlaw’s girls and the Waller boys got together, it was a natch.  Johnny-boy and Mary Ellen hooked up, Jason and Erin got together, and Ben enjoyed time with Elizabeth.  James Robert was not left out, Corabeth’s daughter, Amy, was very fond of the young Waller boy and they became an item and also wed not soon after.
	John Notlaw and Corabeth, although third cousins, came together to share wedded bliss.  She was unable to conceive--although not from the lack of trying.  John Notlaw was actually okay with that, he had fucked his daughters and many of the other girls of the New Society, his own girls were delivering babies and he was sure that his sperm had impregnated some of the other girls--so he was contented that Corabeth could not provide him one.  (he also nailed Amy--often; and most times while Corabeth was there watching, sometimes she helped hold her daughter’s legs back while the mountain man stuffed the pre-teen’s pussy.)
	Also pregnant were Lydia and Lucy, the strange gothic freaks of the New Society, and they were most likely in the family way by Lydia’s uncle, Mason.
	And Morton was sure than Julianna and Trisha were pregnant by him.
	Babies.  Lots and lots of babies.  Eighteen girls were pregnant.  Danica the oldest at 21 and Amy the youngest at twelve.  
	For a breakdown:
	There were thirty-four boys (men included) and forty-seven girls (women included).  Of those there was One three year old girl, followed with one five year old girl.  Two six year old girls were next with four seven year old boys and two seven year old girls.  Five eight year old girls with three eight year old boys.  One nine year old girl, no boys.  Seven ten year old boys as well as the girls.  Two eleven year old girls.  In the twelve year old group, four were boys, five were girls.
	Two thirteen year old boys, three girls in that age bracket.  Five boys were fourteen while the girls had one more than that.  One fifteen year old boy while the girls had five in their group.  Two each for the sixteen year old bracket.  One each for the eighteen year old group, too.  One nineteen year old held the age bracket for the boys.  
	There was one girl in the 21 age bracket.
	Next there was one gal holding the 28 year old bracket, one gal held the thirty-six year old grouping and one held firm alone the 39 year old bracket.  For the men, three of them held the forty year old age.
	Of the girls, two of the twelve year olds were knocked up.  Two girls in the thirteen year old group were due.  Almost all of the girls in the fourteen year old group were preggy, just one of the girls in the fifteen year old standings was in the family way while both girls who were sweet sixteen were close to going into labor.
	The lone eighteen year old girl as well as the nineteen year old were on the verge of becoming new mothers.  The New Society was about to explode in population.
	
	   She quivered beneath him, as most girls did--his massive fuck meat slithering in and out of her hot swamp box tingled to the extreme as it was filled with the enormous dong.  To say she was satisfied would be an understatement.  It was almost a challenge to try and hold off--to see how long she could hold off before succumbing to cumming.
	Five minutes of earnest fucking was usually about it.  There were other cocks in the Community, the New Society that did her well, she took them all on--young or old, but it was Forrest Finch’s schlong that thrilled her and made her cum.
	She loved cock, Danica did, young or old.  She loved being peed on, spanked, and fucked by three cocks with others waiting.  She was near insatiable.  (she also had an affinity for young poon, too!)
	As usually, Forrest made Rounds, checking on everyone’s status in the newly constructed compound.  They had all been in place for some time, a couple to three months.  A fence had been constructed to keep wild animals from trampling the newly planted gardens.  Small towers there were at strategic places along the fence for the checking of minotaurs.  A lighting system, too, had been put into action, also along the fence and throughout the small tight community.  The lighting was powered by Morton’s massive RV, it was powered by solar panels and was permanently parked.
	After Forrest had brought Danica “Breezy” Manchesca to orgasm, and then some, the twenty-one year old strove to keep making love to the robust leader of the commune, but after some kissing, titty sucking, pussy fingering, there was the ever popular snuggling and with her back into his rigid chest, sleep overwhelmed her.
	When she awoke hours later, of course--he was gone.
	It wasn’t for certain if there would be a hard winter or not, there had been rain but nothing more than that.  The trees were all coniferous so there was little indication of seasonal changes.  Clouds of gray filled the sky, the temperature dropped to the mid 40s, but remained constant.
	The efforts to stockpile foodstuffs kicked into high gear just in case there was a hellish snow season.  There were no horses or cows, or even chickens--but there were similar animals that provided the same bounty.  Small barns and holdings had been constructed to keep them.  Forrest encountered his next “conquest” at the Forrestville Feed Barn.
	Jamie.  She, along with all the others, had turned a year older since tagging along with Forrest, she was thirteen and probably half way along with that as well as half way along with her pregnancy.  Forrest wondered just how many of the girls of his early groups he had impregnated?  The boys of the early groups had had a hand in screwing and sending their potent love cream into the girls’ cunnies, any one of them could be a daddy.
	Jamie carried a bucket of eggs collected from a creature very similar to a chicken, ‘cept it had fur other than feathers.  The eggs were bigger, meaning the creature (if it were a chicken) was old.  (for chickens, the older the bird, the bigger the class of eggs)
	She stopped when Forrest stepped inside the small barn.  She was clothed, the weather was turning and the no-clothing option was purely optional.  If you had clothes and you liked wearing them, so be it.  When the weather got to the point of whereas the bumps on ones body was as perky as the ones on ones chest--clothing was near mandatory.
	The two embraced and Forrest caressed the girl’s face.  She glowed.  Forrest guessed it was mainly due in part from being knocked up.  After more hugging and caressing, Forrest eased to his knees and raised the girl’s skirt.  All the preggy girls were wearing handmade skirts and dresses, mostly made from other clothes as well as from the skin-leather of the animals posing as deer and elk.  With the wildflowers and other assorted means in which to make dyes, the clothing became “colorful.”
	Jamie wore no underwear, most of the girl’s didn’t unless they were on their period.  Forrest caressed the girl’s ass, ran his finger up her poon and slowly guided her to a sort of hay bale.  There was a nearby meadow that was filled to the brim with alfalfa--it was suitable feed for the few animals the New Society was keeping.
	 Anyways, hanky-panky in the barn and how.
	With the mother-to-be on the hay bale on her back, Forrest eased into her cunny with her legs up his chest.  Slowly he made as much entry as he could, giving the baby-to-be pecker dents.

	His cock reeled from the actions of preggy-fucking, his balls singed a little and his desires were still high.  After leaving the young Jamie in the hay barn--very satisfied, Forrest strolled nakedly down the wide street.  Forrestville.  It was shaping up nicely, something akin to early American forts and establishments on he early American coast in early America.
	He saw Annie, another love of his life, pulling weeds from one of the many gardens in Forrestville.  She was clothed, but with a simple long flannel dress.  Forrest stepped up to her (from behind), raised her dress and rubbed his Forresthood onto her bare naked bum.
	Annie spread a cheek, giggled, and waited for the plunging.  She was twelve, not pregnant, and enjoyed being poked in the ass.  It didn’t particularly give HER pleasure, but knowing that Forrest got pleasure out of the deal pleased her.
	Annie was turning into a very lovely girl.  Very.  Her sleek jet black  hair had enrichened in color, she had tried relentlessly to style it in some way, but without proper brushes, shampoos, hairdryers, simple combing/brushing couldn’t produce the hair style she wanted.  But after a time, her hair naturally styled itself and she was contented.  So was Forrest.
	His cock slid into the girl’s rectum, pulled out and humped a cheek, then the other, then glided up against her cunt lips.  Forrest actually guesstimated that the girl was probably closer to thirteen, just how much time had actually passed since they had begun traveling was unclear--at times, time seemed to stand still, be meaningless.
	He pumped steadily into the bent over girl, her handmade dress inching more and more up her stooped over body.  The air was brisk, a winter condition was definitely in the make.  
	Dustin and Jodie came around the corner of the storage barn, giggling and naked.  They stopped, holding hands and watched as Forrest completed his shagging of Annie.  When he was done and done, and had pulled free of the satisfying hole, Dustin and Jodie approached a little closer.  Annie frigged her cunny, farted out the goo spillage in her asshole and stood up, smoothing out her dress.
	Forrest fondled his balls and looked onto the two newcomers.
	Jodie was pregnant.  She was close to delivering a child soon.  Cum dripped from Dustin’s cock and Jodie’s cunt.  Everyone fucked in Forrestville and that’s just the way it was.
	Jodie and Annie were typical girls, they held hands and began to talk, kind of quietly, giggling and carrying on as girls do.  Dustin stroked his cock--earlier on he had boffed fifteen year old preggy Jennifer, then filled in some time pumping fifteen year old Megan’s cunny.  Then, for an appetizer, he stuffed nine year old Courtney’s backdoor.
	For dessert he had been with fourteen year old Jodie.  She was a mere six months along.  Forrest admired the nude girl, the chilling weather had stiffened her young nipples and he eyed her--inasmuch as she eyed him.  Dustin sidestepped closer to Forrest,
	“Some of the guys were wondering about going hunting later on,” he said, “this afternoon or tomorrow.”
	“Weather is starting to change,” Forrest replied, “we’d better start hunting as much as we can before snowfall.”
	The two continued to toy with their manhoods while the girls stood in the middle of the carrot patch chatting.  Slowly, Forrest stepped just a scooch behind Dustin, his massive cock brushing lightly against the boy’s bum.  Dustin was near sixteen years young, a little older than Forrest liked (for shagging).  But, Forrest had been shagging the boy ever since encountering him in the woods a long-long-time ago.  
	Slowly Dustin bent over, spread a cheek.  Forrest slid his prick up and down the boy’s crack, gouged the hole and then humped a cheek before making anal entry.  He clutched the lad’s hips and pushed himself fully inward.  His eyes fluttered as his cock was strong but becoming over sensitive.

	Scott Yerling, the boyfriend of Donna Teek, sat in front his one-room home cleaning/skinning some leather hide.  Forrest knew that the relationship the young man had with Donna was solely for the purpose of getting to the girl’s two sisters, Jodie and Nichelle.  He and Donna were married and that was good, Donna was pregnant and that was good, Scott was still horny for Jodie and Nichelle--that was bad.  Donna being pregnant was moody and only wanted Scott’s cock for herself.
	So he busied himself cleaning skins, fixing up their home, and staying in sight of Donna so as she wouldn’t think he was slipping his dick into anyone else’s hole.
	In another one-room cabin next door, Nichelle played with several of the other younger children.  Everyone was nude.  There was a good fireplace freshly constructed and working well to warm the 25-foot square no-floor abode.  Thatch grass mats littered the hard ground and was suitable enough.
	The young’uns; Kyle, Stan, Ryan, Jackie, Mark, Warren, Joel, Alex, Pauly, Arnold, Bud, Randy, another Alex, another Arnold, and Allen rounded out the boys.  They ranged in age from seven years young to the ripe old age of ten.  
	For the girls, there were; Jenny, Wendy, Nichelle, Kellie, Karen, Charlotte, Courtney, Amy, Helga, Phoebe, Ruth Ann, Nicole, Jane, Ashlee, Amber, Penny, Kaylee, Kistra, and Miranda.  The youngest was Amy who had been three at the time of her joining Forrest’s growing group, she was approx. a year older currently.  The oldest of the girls was ten years.
	There was a backdoor and a backyard that was fenced.  A small trail led to the outhouse.  The cabin was a play-cabin, a place for the kids to go to to just hang-out and be out of the way of the older kids and adults.
	There were some books available, but nothing like a regular day-care would have.  But in early Colonial times, a day-care hadn’t come around, children of THOSE times were mostly schooled at home, they were taught to read and write what they needed to know at the time.
	Some of the young’uns were outside playing typical children’s games.  Others were in talk-groups, others were actually reading and attempting to color with the use of charcoal and dyed leaves.  And others were fucking, sucking, and waiting to be fucked/sucked.
	Forrest nodded to each one.  Each one hugged him and giggled, each one had been “kissed” by Forrest’s cock, fingered by his fingers, and licked by his tongue.  He didn’t know why, or how to explain it (to himself) but he sat in one of the few chairs in the cabin and took one child at a time to his lap.
	Nothing too spectacular, just a hug, a gentle caress.  His cock DID return to full stiff mode, but it tingled and he feared stuffing one more hole to orgasm and it (his cock) might just blow up!
	One after another, boy and girl, came to his lap.  Not for a “ride”, but to sit and be cuddled, fondled, lightly fingered and caressed.  They were kissed on the mouth as well as on the top of the head.  (the boys weren’t too much into the being “kissed in the mouth” but tolerated it just the same.)  
	It was like being Santa Claus, but without the Christmas cheer, the wish list, and being peed on.  (although Forrest wouldn’t mind the last one)
	With each kid he recalled their story, of how they came to be.  He spent just a minute with the child, sometimes two or even three.  No more than five.  Something was happening, to him.  He didn’t know what or how or why fore of it but something.  He didn’t understand it and didn’t know if he wanted to.
	So he hugged.  The boys, the girls, all of them.  
	Then, he calmly walked out and away.

*

Boners and things
	She lay still.  Very still.  She breathed hard.  Very hard.  Her ass and loins tingled, singed from the brutal beating her bare ass had received--followed by the full insertion of a handheld stun gun giving off over 650 thousand volts of energy.  
	Her nipples were hard.  In her mind there was electricity freely darting about, in her eyes brilliant white light exploded.  The tips of her fingers and toes tingled and even her teeth!
	It was some several minutes after the attack before she even realized the nude man’s cock was in her asshole, pumping hard.  Cheryl’s body grinded against the bed, her head throbbed and she could only stared down to the floor as she was sprawled width wise across the queen bed.
	Slowly Cheryl felt the nude man’s cock pumping her, he seemed to be reverently fucking her asshole, with much vigor and vim and determination.  She had pissed him off, royally.  She recalled strangely being bare assed spanked by her father when she had broke a vase for running in the house.  He had grabbed her and threw her across the arm of the sofa in the living room, then her pants and panties jerked down and she was beaten.
	For days her tender seven year old ass stung.  She hated him.  But, she could remember that she knew that she did not want to feel his wrath again.  She never ran in the house after that.  
	There were other times, though, that got her ass beaten, bare ass.  Up until the time she was ten.  Staying out late, back sassing, a “D” on her report card, fighting with that slut-bitch Gina Lolo, fibbing, getting caught in a fib, all got her jerked across an arm of furniture with her clothes at her ankles.
	She looked up to the button of the canvas privacy curtain.  Pursing her lips she made a couple of mental notes--DON’T open the curtain, and if you do--make damn certain you wont get caught!
	The nude man fucking her asshole had reached his climax, 
	“Turn over!” he bellowed.  Cheryl rolled over and the naked bastard crawled quickly up her body, settling up onto her breasts.  He placed his hand behind her head, 
	“Suck me!” he said gruffly and then began to cum.

	The man’s cock was gross, freshly pulled from her funk hole, it was huge--throbbing, and shooting wads of sticky white mess onto her face with most shooting into her mouth.  Cheryl gripped the bed sheets and engulfed the massive prong, gagging and retching some but sucking the cock dry.
	The teen’s horror was not over, her punishment yet to be completed.
	After the nude man (Kam Kneely) had finished jerking off into his victim’s mouth, he sat off to one side and called for his companion, Rollo the part bulldog/French Mastiff.
	Rollo came, tongue lolling all happy-happy.
	Kam patted Cheryl’s cunny, Cheryl thrashed her head about, begging,
	“Oh, no!  Please, not that!”
	Rollo quickly began lapping at the stricken girl’s cunny, licking to his happy-doggie heart’s content.
	“Come ‘ere!” Kam growled to the other girl, Beth.  
	The frightened girl obeyed and stepped up to Rollo’s side.
	“Do you know what a Red Rover is?”
	Beth shook her head, No.
	“Reach down, find his pecker, squeeze it and do this…” and Kam showed the girl the art of masturbating.
	Beth was stricken with awe.  Her young blue eyes widened in utter shock.  But a long hard stare from the nude man sitting cockeyed on the bed put her into the act of “jacking off a dog.”
	The other member of the motor home lay curled up in a corner of the room, whimpering.  She was still bound hand and foot.  Her mouth hung open wide as she watched Beth reach under the short haired Mastiff and begin masturbating it.  The nude man on the bed grinned and stroked his own cock, grinning.

	When at length Rollo was “knotting”, his master coaxed the ten year pooch up between Cheryl’s legs, 
	“Oh my God!” exclaimed Cheryl.  Rollo’s dog dick pressed against the teen’s cunt.  She clenched, shook her head and clenched the bed covers tighter.  
	Mitch Bilton stood at the foot of the bed, his young pre-teen dick was stiff as a board, eyes wide, mouth agape, mind blank.
	Cheryl was commanded to pull her legs back.  Whimpering and crying she complied and Rollo expertly slid his swollen member into the human poon.  Almost instantly he began to pump.
	Rollo’s tongue lolled abut, dripping doggie drool; his coal black eyes were glazed over--it wasn’t his first time shagging a human…
	The knot of the doggie dick pounded against Cheryl’s cunt; Mitchell humped the foot of the bed although he wasn’t aware of doing so.  Kellie Yu remained curled up in a tight fetal position in the corner, whimpering.  Beth stood by the humping dog totally with her young mind blown.
	Rollo finally came to the point of achieving his tumultuous goal of ecstasy--he pounded harder and harder, most of his “knot” forcing its way into the haggard teen’s cunt.  She thrashed madly and then went totally rigid as the dog’s knot DID make vaginal entry.  She couldn’t believe it, she could move, think, or even fart.
	Rollo pumped.  
	Kellie whimpered.
	Mitch humped the bed.
	Beth fingered her pussy.
	Kam flogged his dog while his dog flogged his bitch…

Dog drool and other drippings
	New targets were identified, not acquired, just identified.  The mega beasty RV of Kam’s was still occupied with previous targets.  Timing was everything; there were too many peoples, too many obstacles--Kam would have to wait for a more opportune moment for acquisition.
	Meanwhile, one of his already acquired targets hadn’t learned her lesson.  A day it had been only since the horrendous discipline of being boned by a dog, the group had moved down the highway for some hours to a new location. During that time, Cheryl’s pussy had settled, her mind was in a constant uproar of pissed-offedness.  
	She didn’t seethe so much for the manner of revenge as she did simply to escape.  While being in transit Cheryl dangerous risked being boffed by the dog by rolling over onto her stomach.  The privacy door to the bedroom was open, she knew it was daytime.  The other three kids were present, all unrestrained as was Cheryl herself.
	But the threat was real, the dog, Rollo, sat in the middle of the open door; “Do anything other than lay still and Rollo will rip you to shreds.” the nude man had warned.  
	In her mind came the huge dog’s face, she could still feel his doggie breath panting on her as she had been raped by the canine hours earlier.  She saw very vividly his massive doggie teeth.  There was, too, incredible strength in the animal’s neck, jaws, and body as a whole.
	But still, she risked it.
	When the dog had lain down about an hour down the road, Cheryl stretched and rolled onto her side, facing to one side of the bed’s edge.  Rollo stood up.  Cheryl gulped.  In a corner of the room at the footedge of the bed eight year old Chinese girl Kellie Yu was once more curled up into a fetal position.  The other girl Beth sat on the floor by the nightstand, facing down the aisle of the RV.
	The lone boy sat on the other side of the bed against the wall facing the bed.
	‘Nice doggie.’ Cheryl thought.  Her pussy still hurt from the horrible fucking she had received from it.  There had been girls Cheryl had known and heard of who had been fucked by a dog, some girls even took the doggie dick up their ass!
	Cheryl closed her eyes and clenched her body tight, she vowed that it would not happen to her, again.  She had to fight back.  She WOULD fight back, be damned the consequences.
	Hmmmm, famous last words…

	With each move, Rollo stood up, but finally she was on her stomach in the middle of the bed.  This allowed the teen to snake her hands under the pillows to the small vinyl headboard.  There was a window there, it was concealed by the heavy canvas covering, buttoned down by snaps.  The RV didn’t make a lot of noise--er, that is to say noise did not invade the RV from the outside--it was well insulated and sound proofed.  Cheryl knew she had to be very-very careful not to make noise.
	Bringing her head up to the head-edge of the bed she saw sticker label:  For Emergency Exit  Push Out
	Hmmmmm
	Cheryl gulped, the RV was hauling ass down the highway at some unknown road speed, but if she could just get a signal to someone behind…
	She knew that she would have to free access to the window first.
	She pulled the first snap.  She didn’t know how many of them she would have to undo before being able to free the window or just look out of it.
	One snap.  A pause, then another snap.
	She paused to look behind her, to the side, her hair hung into her eyes and she couldn’t see too well.  She waited.  The RV bounced on some rough area of the road, she knew she heard a big diesel rolling along beside them.  Big trucks had CBs, she knew she had to make some sort of contact. 
	Another snap.  Another--and then…
	Growl.
	Cheryl gulped.  ‘Oh shit.’
	She turned and there was Rollo’s big mutt face at the edge of the bed growling.  Cheryl peed the bed (again).  Rollo growled more and placed his paws onto the bed preparing to jump up.
	And he did.
	The big Mastiff slowly advanced, drooling, growling, and breathing hard.  Cheryl was petrified, ‘ripped to shreds’ the headlines would read--if her body was ever found that was.
	“Rollo, NO!” bellowed a voice.
	It was not the voice of the bastard man but little ten year old Beth’s.
	“Down, Rollo, down.” she said.
	The RV slowed and pulled off of the highway and onto a gravely shoulder.
	‘Double shit.’

	There’s spanking and then there’s SPANKING!
	On all fours Cheryl was positioned, leaning down some with head just at the side of the bed, ass up, legs spread out.  The wee children, Beth, Kellie, and Mitch stood in eyesight at the private bathroom entrance.  All three had nodded that they had been spanked a time or two in their young lives, but never to the extreme that was going to be.
	For the first part of the discipline, Cheryl’s bare ass was met with five very hard bare handed swats.  Her ass turned a slight reddish hue and it stung, Kam’s bare hand stung, too--but he wasn’t saying so.
	Cheryl might have thunk that the punishment was over.
	She would be wrong.
	The man, clothed, fingered her pussy and asshole.  Cheryl tensed up, but it was almost an involuntary reaction.  Mitch standing askew of Kellie got wood.  His little stiffy pressed up against the girl’s bum…
	After some minutes of fingering the teen’s pussy and probing her anus, a few minutes more was spent caressing the girl’s ass.  Then, as the redness of her flesh began to segue back to slightly tan color, the clothed bastard man brought out from the nightstand a paddle.
	It was a simple paddle about the size of a typical ping-pong paddle.
	Cheryl wasn’t aware of it--not until it made contact with her ass.
	Five swats.  To each cheek.  Cheryl tightened up with each resounding swat and began to sob uncontrollably during the ordeal.  Her feet crisscrossed and her body contorted.  The man swatted very sharply the bottom of one of her feet and she let out a horrendous howl.
	Mitchell’s young pecker had gone very stiff and was even leaking some.  The girls were shedding tears, prancing and sobbing so.  Mitchell somehow held his emotions in check, but flinched each time the paddle smacked Cheryl’s ass.
	Cheryl’s thighs received the paddling, too--smacking all over the equally tender skin and then--
	…the horrible bastard of a man smacked the teen’s pussy.
	With her legs pushed out so, her asshole and pussy were very well angled (and vulnerable.)  the paddle came and smacked right in the middle with the man wielding the paddle angling the paddle in a downward position.  Cheryl howled again and sobbed.  Deftly she clenched the bedding and began to beg, “please, please stop.”
	For a moment the man complied.  But only for a moment, he had undone his pants and stepped out of them.  Like young Mitchell, his cock was hard.
	With Cheryl’s ass aflame, the nude man crawled up onto the bed and began smacking her flesh with his hard throbbing purple monster.  It didn’t really add to any further pain, it was just for effect.  The man slipped his prick into the girl’s clenching asshole, sliding all the way in.  Once in he stopped, his hands moved up and down the girl’s torso, squeezing her fourteen year old titties, squeezing the nipples…
	Slowly the man began to pump.  Slow in and outs, pulling almost all the way out and then plunging all the way back in.  A few times he almost went for it and pumped at normal speed, but caught himself and held back.  He did pull free of the puckering bung hole and gouge the girl’s cunny--then went back into the hole of funk and pump to his heart’s (er, cock’s) content.

*

	The teen’s thighs and ass still stung, her asshole smoldered from the horrendous ass fucking it had received, but it was only the beginning.  After the man had pulled out of her asshole after he had creamed her anal tract, another paddle was brought out to play.
	It was bigger than the ping-pong paddle, and had small holes drilled in it.  It was a quarter inch thick (or thin), eight inches long with a curve and six inches across.  Pressed layers of wood and lacquered to a sheen.  The man kissed it, then smiled and smacked it unbelievably hard against Cheryl’s ass.
	The girl freaked the fuck out.
	She twisted her body and turned on her attacker.
	But in his other hand was his Convincer, the stun gun.  A zap to the nude girl’s body and she floundered on the soiled bed, continuing to freak out uncontrollably.  She was zapped again.  The man grabbed a foot and held it firm and pressed the jutting prongs of the stun gun to the girl’s bare foot and gave her another zap.
	Cheryl flopped about on the bed totally out of control.
	“Hold her leg!” said the man to Mitch who still had a boner.
	Mitch had a time holding the flailing leg of the teen, his eyes drank her in Kam noticed, all at once and then on vital body parts--tits and pussy.  He had to stand back against the nightstand holding the left leg while the man held the other wide open as possible.
	He then pressed the stun gun to the girl’s pissy pussy.

	“When you obey, everything is good--you understand?”
	The three young kids gulped, sweated, fretted, displayed being ansy, but nodded--they understood.
	“Piss me off in any way, ANY way, and you’ll suffer.  Understand?”
	Again, the frightened trio nodded.
	“No escape, no escape attempt, no making noises, no doing anything unless I tell you you can.  Got it?”
	Yep.
	“Come here.” Kam said to Kellie.
	The girl hesitated a second and then stepped out from the others.  Kam looked her body up and down, he drew a finger at her chin, across her cheek, then down her neck.  His fingers extended to hand form and traveled down her sleek nude eight year old body.  
	Pausing at her ass he squeezed the buttocks, delving a finger to her anal rim.  The girl let out a gasp, her body involuntarily flinching.  It was allowed.  Kam patted her ass then stood her back a half step to linger his eyes upon her young poon.
	The girl settled as her poon was fingered, the man slipped his finger in as much as he had previously slipped his cock--his other hand clamped her ass with a finger breeching her anus.
	Mitchell stood just a hair askew behind Beth, his cock extremely had and the slenderly built twelve year old desperately wanted to “get off.”
	After a minute of being fingered Kellie was pulled onto the nude man’s lap.  She was pulled up tight to be pressed against his manhood.  She was lifted up and the head of his schlong poked her love entrance.
	“Please…” she wailed in helpless breath.  She bit her lower lip hard, screwed up her sweet little Chinese face and was penetrated.

	Kellie Yu could barely see thru her tears, she gave up wiping them away; she lay curled up in her typical fetal position in the corner of the bedroom, her head resting on the thigh/leg of Rollo.  Her pussy hurt.  It hurt terribly.  During the rape of her young cunny the nude bastard man pulled out and stuffed his up her asshole, too.  Not all the way, but close counts.
	After the man had cum, he held her to his sweating heaving body.  Kellie was in pain.  Pain and anguish.  She was put off of the man’s lap, he arose from the armless bedroom chair and went into the bathroom to shower.
	Beth and Mitchell stood absolutely still beside the bed.  
	On the bed, Cheryl Gladhope lay still unconscious…
	With the showering done, the nude man returned to his chair and called for Beth.  Nervously the ten year old came to him and was looked over like Kellie had been done unto previously.  Her sweet ass and pussy were the object of the man’s attention.  Her ass was squeezed, her pussy fingered, her asshole probed, and then she was drawn in to be kissed.
	The kissing was what helped prompt the shagged out shagging cock to become more revitalized.  It stiffened and pressed against the girl’s tummy.  
	At length the girl was pulled up onto the man’s lap.  His cock, though, remained pressed against her stomach, his manly hands clamped to her ass; squeezing the cheeks and pulling them open as wide as possible.
	Kam nodded to the boy.
	The boy gulped and held firm his place for a second, then moved, his hard-on proceeding him.  Once at just behind Beth, the man reached for the boy’s dick--grabbed it and pulled it to whereas it pressed against the girl’s skin.  The man nodded to the boy, conveying “rub it up and down her crack”.
	Mitchell did.
	Kam slipped his tongue into the ten year old girl’s mouth, his own mouth fully engulfing her own.  Mitchell glided his hardness up and down Beth’s crack before being pulled into the girl’s hole--brought in by the man’s hand.
	Mitchell, once fully inside the girl’s asshole, proceeded with excellent butt fucking.  Kam’s cock slipped down between the girl’s legs, nuzzling the Mitch’s  balls.
	On the bed Cheryl moaned.

**

	With Beth on the bed, Kellie underneath her with her darling Chinese face staring up to the girl’s bald beaver, Kam readied himself to fuck Beth.  His cock pressed against the girl’s ass, Kellie held the girl’s cheeks open and Kam’s cock pressed against the puckering ten year old’s hole.
	Rollo gruffed-barked and stood up.  Kam looked down the narrow aisle of the RV and suddenly there was a knock to the side door.
	Grabbing a robe he dressed himself, never minding the fact that his cock poked out the covering.  He also grabbed his two devices, placing the mind altering device in the robe’s pocket.
	“Watch.” he told Rollo.  Cheryl was still sprawled out on the bed in a semi conscious state of being.  She would be no trouble.  The three kiddoes wouldn’t, either.
	At the door was a cop.
	“Is everything alright, sir?” she asked.  Wisps of blond hair whipped abut from under her highway patrol cap.
	“Just got sleepy, thought I’d pull over and not risk becoming a statistic.” Kam smiled to the woman who the whole time had not moved her hand from the pistol grip of her side arm.
	Kam also noted that the thirty-something year old woman had not broke a smile, she was very serious minded--her dazzling blue eyes scanned the interior of Kam’s RV…
	“Are you traveling alone, sir?” she nosingly asked.
	“No,” Kam said being truthful, “I’ve got my family with me--” 
	It was then Rollo barked followed by a scream.
	The highway patrol trooper backed up drawing her weapon.
	“On the ground!” she yelled demandingly, Kam wasn’t about to comply with a woman’s commands.  He grabbed his chest, rolled his eyes and fell forward, crashing into the woman just as she made a fatal mistake--cocking her head, letting go one hand from her thirty-eight to make a call for additional troopers.
	Kam crashed into the woman sending them to the ground.
	“Rollo!” Kam called out.  The great canine bursted out of RV and was on the woman in half a second, his jaws clamping onto the woman’s throat.
	“Make a move and he’ll bite clean thru!” Kam said to the trooper.  She had dropped her weapon and had tried to block the mastiff’s attack, but quickly assessed her situation and lay still.
	“Good girl.” said the man, “Good boy.” he added.
	Inside the RV, Cheryl had come around more quickly than expected, in doing so she just screamed.  Kam brought out some rope and secured her, hog tying her and placing her on the floor beside the bed opposite of the bathroom.  The trio kiddies had not moved but sat with pursed lips trembling some in fear.
	The man left them and returned to the trooper.

	There was traffic but the shoulder of the roadway was one that was not flat, it curved.  And where Trooper Trela Cates lay very still with a large dog’s maw about her neck was down at the edge of the shoulder abutting the tall waist high grass and a great field beyond.
	“Rollo, relax.”  Rollo relaxed, but didn’t release his grip.  This allowed for the woman to be turned over.  She tried to speak but was frightened for her safety.  She was also a trained police officer but with a powerful dog’s maw about her throat it was best to wait…
	Trooper Cates was handcuffed hands and feet.  A gag filled her mouth while another concealed her eyes.  
	“Rollo, release.”  obediently the mastiff let go his grip of the woman’s mouth.  “Now the real terror begins.” sneered Kam, he slapped the woman’s buttocks, squeezing them and slipping a daring finger down between her legs.

The Kam Horror Express
	Hot doggie breath breathed into her face, the sound of thunder exploded all around them--it was so close that the RV was shaken.  So were the inhabitants.  She knew she was in a fucked situation; hands were cuffed as well as her ankles, blindfolded, gagged, and a dog who could easily snap her neck thru breathing on her face.
	After the trooper had been brought in and deposited onto the bed, the man slipped into some regular clothes then exited the RV.  Rollo sat in the middle of the aisle at the door.  The kids took seats on the floor, the trooper thrashed about on the bed but knew it was useless.
	The man was gone for sometime before returning.  He briefly peeked into the bedroom, making a head count, patted his dog then scurried to the driver’s seat of the RV and sped off.
	HOURS later he pulled off the road and down a long rough dirt road that emptied into a thick forest.  It was nightfall and the RV got stuck not once but twice.  Each time the man operating the RV cussed a blue streak and got out.  Eventually the RV moved further into the woods, it began to rain and the man stopped the massive vehicle for the night.
	He stayed up front for some time before coming to rear area.  He buttoned up all the windows before turning on a galley light.  The trooper on the bed wriggled some, she found that she could sit up.  The gag in her mouth was awful, but it was secured about her head.  She definitely didn’t like being handcuffed hand and foot.  
	The man stooped down looking over the kiddies.
	“Gotta pee?” he asked the group.  He got three definite head nods.
	He almost gave them a smile.   Hmmmm

	Beth was first, she had been observed “holding” herself like younger kids do when they gotta pee.  She was escorted into the bathroom and took her position on the toilet.  The man before her stripped out of his clothes, his cock stuck out stiff and hard before her.  He said nothing but stroked his massive schlong, pressing it up against the girl’s face, pressing it to her lips.  She started to open her mouth when thunder once more shook the RV.
	After peeing, Beth was replaced by Mitchell.  Though boys/men stood to pee, Mitchell was placed on the pot.  This was so as the young man could be more on the level to address the man’s stiffy.  The man took the boy’s hand, having him stroke his cock, fondled his balls, and rub his ass.  The boy also kissed the man’s cock and then began sucking on the head.
	“Good boy.” Kam told the boy after a few minutes of sucking.  The cock was pulled out and he rubbed it onto the boy’s face, then looked down to take a gander at the nude boy sitting on the toilet.  He liked.  The boy had tucked his penis into the toilet to pee.  He looked good.  
	Kellie finally got her turn.  She peed a good pee, strong and long.  
	And speaking of “strong and long”, Kam’s cock entered her mouth and pumped.  Kellie almost cried, almost sobbed, almost lost control of her emotions, but only for a couple of seconds.  Thereafter she engulfed the fullness of the hellish demonic cock in her mouth and sucked it.
	Eventually it was withdrawn from her, it kissed her face and she was allowed to get up from the toilet and sit with the others.  The nude man walked around the bed to the teenage girl.
	Cheryl was in some sort of state--her mind totally-totally frapped.  She jerked at Kam’s touching of her, she screamed some but mostly fought back--until she was zapped with the stun gun.  Kam grabbed a flailing foot and zapped her good.  She peed.  Roughly Kam grabbed her and through her onto the bed, pressing her face down onto the area of the bed she had previously soiled.  He then shoved very meaningfully his cock up her ass and pumped furiously.
	With the bed jostling the way it did--it was only obvious that a “fucking” was in progress.  To the secured trooper, she didn’t know the exact circumstances--the man had said, “his family” in reference to who he was traveling with.  There were a lot of extreme freaky naughtiness going on, Trela firmly believed it was the Last Days of Earth, the Revelation prophecies were upon them--it was indeed, Hell on Earth.
	After a while the bed stopped shaking so.  There was whimpering and then something that sounded like a body slumping to the floor.  That was not a good sign.  Someone was on the bed.  Then, her boots were being pulled off, followed by her socks.
	She knew.
	Trela Cates knew--she was going to be raped.
	Thunder increased in tempo followed by an incredible deluge.  The kids cuddle and clung to one another in pure fright.  Their “host”, the nude Kam Kneely, fixed up grilled cheese sandwiches served with hot cocoa.  Cheryl’s legs had been tied (with rope); her hands--her hands were rope to whereas one was behind her and one in front, with the rope between her legs cinched up tight.  And with her ankle secured, she was stuck.
	She had to pee and be fed, too.  Kam positioned her on the toilet and she proceeded to pee on her hands.  Kam force fed her his cock and then stood back a moment and urinated on her chest.  He said absolutely nothing to her during the whole time.
	Afterwards, the shower.  Kam bathed the wretched teen dried her and then even brushed her hair--all without speaking a word.  When done, she was fed, hand fed.  Hot cocoa was served, with Kam doing the “blowing” to pre-cool it.
	When done and done, Cheryl was placed in a corner by the headboard of the bed, scrunched between the RV’s wall and the bed’s nightstand.
	“No more warnings,” the man said into her ear.  He had stooped over to her, fixing her.  “You do anything to warn anyone, pop one more snap, make a sound, disobey me in anyway--and I will fucking kill you without hesitation.”  then, “Understand?”
	Cheryl felt suddenly ill.  Very-very ill.  A huge knot there was in her stomach.  She felt horrible, mind-body-soul.  She wept and bowed her head, nodding that she understood.
	The man nodded and left her.

	Trela wriggled on the bed, she had heard voices, whispers, and movement.  She knew, she knew she was in a fucked situation--and that she herself was going to be fucked.
	Her uniform slacks had been undone, her utility belt and accessories previously removed.  The slacks came, just the slacks--all the way to her handcuffed ankles.  The ankles were gripped and pushed upwards--thusly allowing the man to have a nice gander of her ass.
	White panties she wore, with love pat hearts all over them, bikini style.  The legs were let back down and the man crawled onto her.  Trela clutched her hands together tightly behind her back.  She couldn’t believe her training had failed her.  She had been taken off-guard, her defenses had not been acute as she had hoped.
	The man lay on her, his manhood huge pulsing against the fabric of her underwear. The man’s hands pawed at her ample 32C breasts, tweaking the nipples.  The man spoke no words, he was not too heavy, but powerful just the same.  Trela tried using the skills she had learned at the police academy--identifying a perpetrator-suspect when other physical senses are compromised.
	She guesstimated he weighed approx. two hundred pounds and was approx. six foot tall.  She had seen him briefly at the door, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, clean shaven.  If she survived the ordeal she was sure she could give a decent rendering to the police artist.
	Her legs were pushed open and the man seemed to be fucking her.  Trying to at least, her panties were still on and in place, the man was merely humping on the outside of the panty; humping, though, right at the woman’s entrance.
	Humping.  The man merely humped.
	After a long “ride”, Trela was turned over.  The man’s hand then did travel up and down her legs, squeezing her ass and slipping fingers inside the panty.  Trela just wished the bastard would stick his dick her and get it over with.
	Her panties were pulled down, just enough to expose her ass.  After much ado about caressing and rubbing and serious out-and-out fondling, the man scooted up her body, twisting her arms up under themselves so as her hands would not be able to grab his skin.  It was quite distressful and painful.  The man’s massive cock lay between her cheeks and began to hump.
	This soon led to the man positioning the trooper, face down, ass up, doggie-style.  Her thighs were spanked to open wide and the man took up position--sliding his wicked schlong into her near virgin asshole.
	The asshole was not exactly virgin, not one hundred percent tight, but it hadn’t been plugged too many times.  (fact be known, Trela’s backdoor WAS virginal to accepting human cock, she took on such delights as her steel case flashlight, a mini-metal case flashlight, candles, emergency flares, and dog dick.
	Dog dick!
	Really?
	Really.
	She made confession while her arms were being twisted out of their sockets and a massive 7-inch cock slammed into her asshole.  When the ordeal was over, the man smacked her asshole for until she began to squirm.
	Mitchell, it was so noticed, had a raging boner.
	Kam nodded for the boy and he came quickly up onto the bed, his twelve year old cock was indeed very stiff.  Kam fondled it, caressed the boy’s ass and directed the boy to sit on the pillows, legs open.  Kam then pulled the woman’s head back by her hair, then guided her mouth down onto the cock.  Her eyes were still covered but she knew almost instantly the schlong in her mouth was not the man kind.
	“Suck it, suck it all, make it cum!” seethed the man behind her.  Trela deduced the dick in her mouth was probably a teenage boy, the man’s son.  Broken, she began to suck.  It was a slick cock, stiff, and didn’t take long before its juices filled her mouth.
	While she sucked--the man behind her stuffed her asshole a second time.

	It was definitely a new sensation for Beth, after the man had humped his fill a second time to the woman on the bed, he had Mitchell get off and sit down on the floor.  The man nodded to Beth.  She hesitated half a second before climbing onto the bed.  The man smiled to her, caressed her face, then helped guide her to sit where Mitchell had been sitting.
	“Start licking.” the man said into Trela’s ear.  Trela was confounded.  She knew she was licking pussy, but whose?  The more she licked the more she was plagued with curiosity--there was a total absence of hair; but, that didn’t really mean anything as she herself had a bald poon.
	But the more she licked, the more she determined that the pussy she licked was a girl’s--a young girl’s.  
	Then, a hard unexpected resounding body contorting uncontrollably smack to the bare ass skin came to be.  Followed by another.  Then another.  Each smack made the trio flinch, Cheryl flinched, too.  Trela contorted her body and began to reel as the spanking progressed.
	The harsh beating stopped only temporarily while the man fetched a paddle.  The spanking continued--as did the contorting.  Beth was replaced by an even younger girl, Kellie.  Trela gulped and wailed into the child’s cunny, she knew by the size of the pussy and body that it had to be a child.
	At one point Trela could stand no more.  She begged allowed, screamed as her ass flesh was virtually on fire.  The man rubbed her ass, shoving his finger into her glory hole and into the crevice of her cunny.  Kam smiled and nodded to Mitch.  Mitch still had a boner.
	Once on the bed the boy was placed behind the woman--Kam himself guiding the lad’s wanker to the woman’s asshole.  At that point, she had no idea who was in her.
	The boy pumped some minutes before pulling out and slipping it into the woman’s cunt.  At that time Kellie got back on the floor beside Beth and Cheryl was pulled up onto the bed.  Trela was really confused as her mouth came in contact with a poon covered in pubes.  She licked the pussy, though, and heard someone else’s ass being smacked--Mitchell.
	Not too awfully hard, but the spanking made Mitch’s ass red just the same.  He didn’t cum and was allowed to settle beside Beth and Kellie.  The nude bastard of a man took up the second paddle and assailed it to the woman’s ass until she frantically freaked out.

A course of events
	“I need to know that I can trust you, so far you have proved yourself not to be too trusting.” although he understood her reasonings.  The sliding door under the bed was pulled out.  Cheryl knew what it was and she knew that she did not want to go into it.  She was bound hand and foot, and begging not to be placed in the drawer.
	Cheryl’s pleas fell to deaf ears, she was gagged and blindfolded and placed into the drawer, then the drawer was closed.  The teen’s whimpers could be heard, she kicked and thrashed about but there was very little room to do so.
	After a time the kicking and thrashing stopped, but not the whimpering.  The eyes of the Trio looked to Kam.  Beth looked to him hard.  
	“Please.” she asked.
	Kam sighed.  He let two minutes linger by before rolling the drawer out.  Cheryl was covered in sweat.  Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from the bindings.  She was very broken.
	“If she messes up,” Kam said to Beth, “it’ll be your ass.  YOUR ass.  Got it?” Beth nodded.  It was hoped that Cheryl had heard, too.  Beth slipped her hands to her ass to console it.  She hoped, too, that Cheryl “got it”.

	Someone who hadn’t got it was Trela.
	But she was a cop, it was her duty.
	Shortly before morning, er, sunrise, Trela tried her luck.  It wasn’t clear how she had managed it, but she had undone her handcuffs to her hands.  (a spare cuff key was later found and Kam knew he had fucked up by not searching the woman’s shirt.)  But still, he couldn’t figure how she had managed to get her hands to get the key with her hands secured BEHIND her…
	He knew it had to be one of the kids.
	He knew it wasn’t Cheryl.  It was one of the Trio.
	Kellie?  Beth?  Mitch?
	Rollo’s growl had awoken Kam.  
	Trela sat up on the bed rubbing her wrists.  All three of the kids were asleep on the side of the bed opposite the bathroom.  Rollo stood in the middle of the bedroom door.  Kam came up behind the great beast, “Heel.” he said.  He then cracked his neck, farted, and scratched his naked balls.
	“Or maybe I should say, “Get her!”?”
	Rollo upon hearing the command stood up quickly.
	“HEEL!” Kam said quickly.  Obediently the dog complied.
	“Dog is better at listening than you.”
	“Fuck you!” yelled Trela.  She had removed her blindfold and stared bleary eyed at the man.  Kam smiled, and waited.  She had undone her wrists, big deal--her ankles were still connected.  She wasn’t much of a threat with cuffed ankles.
	She then made a move so fast it even caught Rollo off-guard.
	Pepper spray.  A very harsh brand filled the air and stung both naked man and his companion.  
	“Git ‘er!” called out Kam, but Rollo was just as fucked in the eyes as was his master.  The dog was freaking out, frothing and whimpering and going in circles, highly pissed off.
	Kam floundered his way to the galley’s sink and began flushing his eyes with water.  He was still disorientated but saw Trooper Trela going thru her uniform shirt that she still wore.  Almost frantically Kam fought his way to her--Trela kicked him in the groin then shoved him hard with a kick to the chest.  With her hands free and the nude man slightly off-guard and incapacitated, Trela’s bound ankles were of little consequence.
	Rollo rolled about the floor whimpering and growling, he even snipped at his master when grabbed and brought to the galley sink.  Cooling water helped a great deal, but the dog was still a mess and confused.
	Kam splashed his own face with water just in time to avoid a mighty swing of balled up fists from Trooper Trela.  She stumbled and careened into him and they toppled to the floor.
	Rolling on the floor incited Rollo, he bit both Trela and Kam.
	Trela fought madly and frantically trying to get the upper hand, she nailed not once but twice Kam’s very vulnerable testicles--before Kam managed to get his arm about the woman’s neck and bash her head against a cupboard door.
	A little dazed Trela relaxed.
	But it was a fake out, when Kam relaxed Trela power blasted her head into Kam’s chin, then she managed to grab a holt of his balls.  She began to squeeze with all her might when Rollo regained his senses and chomped down onto her ankle.
	Trela let go Kam’s balls and furiously kicked at the dog.
	Kam was in tears and could only hold his nearly broken nuggets.
	Rollo, though, took command of the situation, his maw clamping about the woman’s neck.
	“If you make a move, he’ll bite thru.” wheezed, coughed, sputtered Kam.
	Trela had no choice but to lay still with the dog’s hot breath very nearly corroding her skin.

	Ten minutes, fifteen, twenty minutes were needed before Kam was capable of recovery.  He used some ice from the freezer to help in the aid of his nuggets.  He washed his face and then relocated the handcuffs.  He couldn’t find the key, not that it mattered now.
	Trela was recuffed and taken out of the RV.
	Outside it was well wet, the threat of more rain was still prevalent.  The air was nippy, the RV sunk to the rear axle in mud, the area remote.  Trela’s shirt was ripped from her body, she was rendered nude and then very roughly thrown against a rock.  There was a slight gash to her forehead, it had been a hell of a good attempt.
	Behind the great granite rock Trela was taken, placed on all fours.  Her thighs spanked to open as wide as possible and then the horrid man began once more sodomizing her.
	His tender nuggets couldn’t take too much of the flopping, he stuffed her pussy and finally unleashed a torrent of hot juicy cum.  Then, grabbing a handful of hair he pulled her head back--then inserted into her gooied anus her thirty-eight.
	Beth, Kellie, Mitch sat beside the bed--Mitch slipping the handcuff key under a loose piece of carpeting when they heard the shot.  They all flinched.
	“Oh my God!” exclaimed Cheryl.  It was like her breath had been taken.  It was more than being spanked, the horror, the unmitigated shock and awe.  All four knew what had happened.  They sat in stunned silence.
	“I don’t think we want to piss him off, ever.” said Mitchell.
	“Good plan.” whispered Beth.
	“Damn good plan.” said Cheryl.
	Rollo came to them, jumping up on the bed frightening Cheryl.  The fog panted, whimpered, and farted.  There was blood on his teeth.  Cheryl’s stomach tightened.  This was one hell of a horror.
	And it wasn’t over…