August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 40
Continuing with a Theme

By the light
	“His heart pounded and made rhythm with the waves that crashed about him.  The cool spray of the sea kissed his face and made him feel good.  On the shore he could see his Katrina waiting for him.  How long had it been since last they parted?  It no longer mattered as soon they would be together.  Yu’le clenched his body all over in the eager anticipation and felt the G’orth gently sway up against the pier.  He would have to wait until the “all clear” signal was heard followed by the “clear to depart” announcement.  His anticipation mounted.  All along the sides the crew tossed off the mooring lines to secure the ship, passengers eagerly awaited at the exit ways.  It seemed an eternity before the crew and passengers of the G’orth could make their way down the gang plank.  In all the confusion and amassed throngs of departees Yu’le lost sight of his love.  He was pushed and shoved and felt his distance from his love increasing.  He would not have it!  In desperation he crawled atop some boxes and stood up high shouting, “KATRINA!  KATRINA!”  Suddenly the breeze shifted and the most alluring scent came to kiss him.  Then he saw her.  His heart soared and he smiled.  “Katrina, at last…” The tall kin turned and locked eyes with her love.  Her flowing garm stood out more than any of the other femkin, she had poise and his heart.  Yu’le conveyed to her to stay where she was and he would come to her.  It wasn’t so easy but he made every effort and annoyed many of his fellow kin.  Finally, though, the two lovers came to be.  They embraced and the months away from each other faded into the sea.”
	Excerpt from Rhet CurlTail’s book, “Providence Found”
	Forrest patted his stomach, “Easy stomach.” He said.  But at least he could read it.  With no television the entertainment sources were somewhat limited.  It helped to be able to read the vast array of books—even if they were written in a foreign manner.  With the help of Jimmy Newtron and his ability to create gadgets the human citizens of New World-Peach Tree were able to read the catkin books.  Understanding and comprehension, though, was left up to the reader.

	There were many books—books on History (catkin history), general reader books, construction/building/engineering books, school books on various levels, and so on.  
	Life in Peach Tree went on, too.
	Forrest was the Mayor of Peach Tree.  Austin, his sidekick, was the Police Commissioner.  Ted, Greg, and Joe were the “police” force that doubled as “scouts”.  Their job(s) were to check the town for any changes or newcomers.  They also went out of town to check the outer perimeters.
	Melody and Brandy were doing their part in “increasing” the population of Peach Tree, so was Greg’s sister, Marsha.  The younger girls of Peach Tree; Julie, Cindy, Libby, though were not of typical child bearing age, they were capable of becoming pregnant.  So far, though, they had not been.  But it was only a matter of time.  The young boys screwing said girls were producing mass quantities of sperm and had an inexhaustible supply.
	It was only a matter of time.
	Forrest, Austin, Ted, Joe, Josh, and Greg, too, stuffed the ten year old girls and their spunk matter was more potent than the younger set.  But all was well in Peach Tree.  When the new children (Brittany and Brandon) had turned 3 yrs.-2½ yrs. the new river that had inundated the previous dry desert bed suddenly “vanished” one day.  
	It was curious.  Damned curious.   The light that had caught Forrest’s attention in the beginning was still there.  But not the water.  The sand remained “wet” though but quickly dried in just a few days—but there was a water table just a few feet below.
	And for being so young, Julie and Cindy were quite the pair—in the ultra horny “let me stick this up your butt” kind of way.  Julie was more to the “erotic” kind of sex girl while Cindy was more the “kinky” kind.  All the kiddies who had come to the New World-Peach Tree had aged about year at this point, so their susceptibility of becoming pregnant increased.  But with Julie and Cindy, they not only took cock and the subsequent spunk matter to their young forever horny cunnies, but into their mouths and buttholes, too.  
	Julie loved dick.  Every swinging cock in the desert town had been in her—multiple times.  She enjoyed being SPANKED, too—peed on and fucked with as many cocks as possible at the same time!  She loved the taste of a cock in her mouth and to watch it shoot its load on her and in her.  She got off on watching boys fuck each other, too.  She wasn’t too much into rim jobbing, unless of course—it was being done to her!

	Cindy had grown in the year that she had been in the New World, she missed her family and old way of life—sort of.  But the freedom to be as naughty as she wanted to be overwhelmed that what she missed and she continued her pursuit of jamming as many things as possible up her lover’s asshole as she possible could and he could possibly take.  She had an unhealthy fascination in asshole cramming.  And like Julie, she enjoyed being hammered with multiple cocks.
	Both girls loved their new life, and though they allowed their bodies to be abused and used by ALL the swinging schlongs of Peach Tree, they were more in tune to being in love with their lovers—i.e. Arnold and Jimmy.
	Libby Daria had TWO loves, Sheen and Carl.  Sheen and Carl had it in for each other but enjoyed screwing Libby out and usually at the same time.
	Greg and Marsha were step-siblings and not biologically connected.  They were kinky and naughty to one another and both enjoyed romping with the others of Peach Tree.  But when bedding down for the night they shared the same bed.  
	Same was for Ted and Melody, Joe and Brandy.  
	Josh and Austin had come to “love” one another.  Austin had always enjoyed sexual relations with Austin, but both also awesomely enjoyed screwing young girls and teenage girls, and a few young adult women along their travels, too.  But Austin and Josh, both at 13 years by this point in time, had come to seriously enjoy one another.  Seriously.  
	Pussy was still a good choice to sink their schlongs in, but like Ted and Melody, Brandy and Joe, Greg and Marsha—Austin and Joe began sleeping together and becoming “mates.”
	Not that there’s anything wrong with that…

	With no signs of minotaurs (or Creeps), Peace and Tranquility seemed assured.  The temperature/weather remained almost a constant, but there was a noticeable change for a few months and it was determined that the daily average temp of 75-80 was the “winter” months.  The duration of such lasted four months.  Then the gradual increase came to whereas the daily-average temp in Peach Tree was 110 degrees (Fahrenheit).  Whew!
	 Mayor Forrest liked his new position.  He took office in the town at a building deemed to be the center for dispensing Law.  (there was very little Law in Peach Tree, though-it was just for show.)  The Mayor conducted Marriages and decrees of one kind or another, proclamations and this and doctrines of that.

	Ted, the Chief of Police set up office, too.
	Marsha operated a boutique.
	Joe and Brandy ran the General Store.
	Melody and Greg operated the other stores of interest as well as the School.  Young Jimmy Newtron was the town’s Translator Itranslating trhe catkin language to Human-English.)
	The “new” additions, Brittany and Brandon, were coming along nicely and Marsha was “due” any time.  Melody and Brandy, of course, were “due”, too.
	Mayor Forrest was still mildly interested in that “light” across the desert.  His fear of the water suddenly re-appearing kept him on the shore line.  He had begun to think that there was nothing to the light, that it was a mere reflection off of something trivial.  But it was there, day after day after day.
	It got to young inventor Jimmy Newtron, too.
	The mangled remains of Jimmy’s airboat (the object of which and his adventurous cohorts had arrived in) was still in pieces and basically useless.  The items about Peach Tree were not capable of repairing the craft to make the trek across the wide desert possible.  But he still tried just the same.
	There was a sort of junk yard at one end of town.  It was here the young genius-inventor-translator spent time examining gadgets and exploring more of the world that was “catkin.”  A great deal had been learned about the previous tenants, the catkins—once their language had been cracked.  In short; there was a race of creatures called “catkins.”  All creatures in their neck of space were referred to as “kin.”  The catkins dwelled on a very large planet called Katonia Prime.  There were three moons that also had inhabitants, the largest moon was also dubbed Katonia.
	For the most part, the catkins were peaceful and loved peace.  Of course, as in all societies it had not also been so.  In their early beginnings they had been warlike.  But when their population had come to a near extinction, the warriors stopped their feuding and “got along.”  Imagine that!
	A “caste” system evolved after the fracas.  The Religious Caste, Warrior Caste, and Worker Caste.  Naturally!  The Religious and Warrior Caste (class) were always bickering, but never to the point of overzealousness.  There was a Counsel of which all three Castes systems had members, always to ensure the peace.
	In the neck of space, too, was another race—the Dogkins of Dogkonia.  They had no “caste” system but one, Warrior.  Their only pursuit was not peace but for total domination/destruction of Katonia Prime.

	Not so easy a manner, though, they had tried for thousand upon thousands of years.  Great wars lasting generations had been fought—and lost.  At length the dogkins decided to bide their time, their prophets forsaw in the “wagging of the tail” the time of catkins fall was imminent.
	The Religious Caste of the catkins also forsaw in the “whisker of All-Mother” a terrible time for the catkin race.  All-Mother was one of which the Religious solely believed to be the supreme creature of all catkins.  The Warrior Caste did not believe so but in another, a prophet turned warrior in those days of Warring Peace—a time long, long ago or at the time of when the warrior tribes of Katonia had come to their senses.  A great warrior respected on all sides of the warring factions settled the disputes and brought a lasting peace.
	The Worker Caste?  They didn’t give a shit one way or the other…

	Finally, the Religious Caste began to have misgivings and stirrings among themselves.  Some of the Religious Caste members were worried about the “peace” from the Dogkins.  They were up to something they were sure of it.  Other Religious Caste members did not believe so and thought the dogkins had finally tucked their tails and were adopting peaceful living.
	Bilge water!
	The bickering among the RC festered and festered until at length there was a split.  The most upset of the Religious Caste left beloved Katonia Prime to seek out a new world.
	Guess where?
	Before their arrival into the Known Space known as the Terrian System, the fleeing catkins detected a small armada pursuing them, dogkins!
	After reaching the only inhabitable planet in the Terrian System, the catkins quickly realized that it was too small and virtually inadequate for their means.  AND the pursuing dogkins would totally decimate the planet for their own cause.
	A new plan was needed—and quickly.
	So something of a “fake” planet was created.  How was not known.
	The planet that was settled (i.e. Earth) was concealed.  How was not known, either.  There was something dealing with First Inhabitants also mentioned (in catkin lore history) being referred to as Ancient Ones.)  
	Then, after settling the catkins devised other means of concealing the Earth from dogkins, should they discovered that they had been rooked, was by creating a multitude of Earths.  

 	It was confusing to fully comprehend but Forrest and Jimmy believed that that was when the “parallel” universe concept came into play.  As to exactly how the catkins managed to do it was still a bit of a mystery.  But in creating the multitude of planet Earths, a multitude of “parallels” were created in their stead.
	Jimmy believed that there was a “key” of some sort (of some sort) in getting out of such a parallel.  
	“What kind of key?” Forrest wanted to know.
	Jimmy wasn’t sure.  “Could be something easy, tangible, or something else altogether.”  
	Forrest gave him a look.  The boy had no clue.
	“So why these green tornadoes, and other vortexes, openings?”
	Jimmy wasn’t sure about those, either.  He believed that somewhere thru time, “and we’re talking thousands and years before recorded time” that something went wrong.  He didn’t understand as the true actual meanings of the catkin history books were somewhat elusive.  Jimmy believed that all thru “recorded” time wherever there was a mysterious unexplained “disappearance” of a person or whole bunch of people, a place, ship, or some strange phenomenon that it was actually the unseen work of the catkins from a parallel mirror image of Earth.
	“It’s possible that the dogkins DID find the catkins, they may have landed and attacked and no telling exactly what happened.”
	“But that doesn’t explain the green tornadoes.”
	No, it didn’t.  
	Something had gone haywire.  Thousands of years prior to written recorded time, some time just after the demise of the dinosaurs and the population advent of the caveman—OR, as recent as modern civilization.
	The green tornadoes could be regarded as a means of “transport.”
	The vortexes (smaller versions of the green twisters), could be regarded as the same.  And there, too, were the easy manner of which peoples just took a step too far and were “suddenly” in a New World without knowing it.
	Such as was the case for our next inductees to Peach Tree.

In the Clutches of Evil
	Voices were heard, new voices.  Jimmy crawled up to the top of one of the heaps to get a better listen, but with the wind seemingly rushing about in all directions FROM all directions, the Voices heard were misheard.  
	“Sheen, go to that hill and see if you can hear better.”  Sheen didn’t understand how going to the next hill heap would make him hear better but…	
	Jimmy asked Carl to go to another heap of catkin junk and give a stern listen.  Jimmy remained where he was, closing his eyes and trying to push out all thoughts of whimsy (sex) and trivial things (more sex) along with the business of deciphering catkin lore.
	“Help!” was the calling.
	“Somebody, please help us!”
	The please were urgent.  Jimmy worried about the dogkins he had been reading and studying about.  They had learned mimicking techniques to lure unsuspecting catkins to their doom.  It was a favored ploy among many adversaries.  Mayor Forrest also warned him, and everyone else who took scouting duties, to pay heed and make sure the voice heard was a human voice—“do not go barging to the rescue until you know for certain who it is you are rescuing.”
	Jimmy’s thoughts were interrupted by Sheen hollering,
	“Over here!  I think I see someone!”
	The “someone” turned out to be several someones.  All naked and with horrifying tales!  Naturally!  

	Three girls, two boys.  The oldest was fourteen, a girl—deeply distraught by her recent terror.  The next oldest was a boy—very strange appearance—lanky with goofy facial features.  He was twelve.  The other boy was a year younger, a typical youth with nothing striking.  The other girl was a young lass of nine, who appeared about a year younger than that!
	All had endured an incredible adventure.
	Once they were in the sanctity of Peach Tree, bathed and fed and rested, Forrest did his thing that he always did to get their story.
	And here it is:
		
	Jack & Jill
	“Jack and Jill went up the hill” but not to fetch a pail like they oughter.  This Jack and Jill were young friends out goofing off after school with Jill flirting on the edge of becoming a girl like she orta and/or still retaining that charm of being a tomboy.  Tough choice.

	Jill liked exploring, but with the minotaurs and strangers (family members) with illegal minding devices no one was safe to be out alone (or with others).  
	She also liked dresses, fashions, jewelry and make-up.  The latter two were forbidden by her mother.  That only pushed Jill to continue adopting the “tomboy” way of life.
	Jack Gains was eleven, a year older than Jill.  They were “friends”--just friends.  Jack like Jill, she was cool and the only girl who could “hang” with him in the wilds beyond their park boundaries.  She never told any crude jokes, he never heard her fart, burp, OR make fun of him in anyway.  She was cool, cooler than his guy friends!
	There was a slight underlying reason why Jack liked Jill—sometimes, just sometimes, she wore a dress.  A small almost kiddish-like dress, sometimes a skirt, sometimes a short skirt.  She was on the verge of trying to decide about her femininity—whether to accept it or continue being a tomboy for another year or so.  
	When Jill was clad in attire other than her jeans, Jack took notice.  Jill had legs, freckly legs, long slender legs that sometimes when she wasn’t paying attention to the fact that she was wearing a dress/skirt opened up enough to reveal her “goodie”.
	Just brief glimpses Jack got, ye olde “crotch shot.”  Jack had no siblings, no gal cousins, nothing to pique his hormonal interest like Jill did.  Sure he had seen girls in their swimsuits and that helped, but still, he wasn’t personally close to any of those girls—just Jill.
	For being ten, Jill was cool.  Her tomboy-ness shined and she could just about outdo even HIM!  She was very curious about the area beyond the park and her exploritive skills were incredible.  It didn’t particularly bother Jack, though—as with the girl in front climbing up and over fallen trees, rocks, up the sides of hills and the like Jack got a nice shot of her butt.  His heart pounded as he wished she had one of her dresses on…
	When he needed to pee he politely stepped off to be by himself.  It was damned difficult to urinate with such a stiffy, though.  He was just at the stage whereas he was beginning to get a stiffy when the wind blew.  The joys of masturbation were upon him!
	When he finished (peeing) and returned to the so-so nature trail, he saw Jill just “standing” up.  He guessed that she, too, had to pee.  He wished he had of know for he would have likened to have watched…
	Suddenly.  Jill slung her head and looked like she was going to throw up.  Then, to Jakc came a curious buzzing sound.  It got louder and a brilliant bright white light blinded him.

	If something had happened between the time the white light and buzzing sound had come to him and the time whereas he was “aware” he didn’t know.  When he was “aware” he knew that he was a statistic.  He was still clothed, as was Jill.  But they were in a small clearing, he didn’t recall any clearing where he had last known to be.  He felt funny, too, he couldn’t explain but he didn’t feel like himself…
	Jill stood close by him, she wasn’t speaking; she didn’t appear to be herself, either.
	Suddenly Jack heard a voice.  It was strange in that he could not see the voice, where it came from and it also did not seem to exactly speak to him.  He couldn’t figure it and as he tried to figure it—suddenly he saw Jill taking off her bright yellow/blue top!
	Holy shit!
	Jill looked distressed as she fumbled undoing the top buttons to her outer yellow shit with green trim and green shamrocks.  Her sweet little face was screwed up but she wasn’t crying.  Not yet.  Underneath the top shirt was a blue undershirt.  Underneath the blue shirt was a half camisole.
	Underneath the camy was bare skin.
	Jack moaned.  He felt his penis surge, his eyes bulged and didn’t deter from when the girl removed her top garments and tossed them to the ground—his eyes remained locked to her bare chest.  She didn’t, of course, have MUCH of a chest to speak of—it was flat but had two budding buds that would soon formulate breasts.  At the moment they were AAs.
	“TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!” the voice boomed into Jack’s mind so hard it was deafening and hurt.  The Voice was so riveting that he nearly fell over.  Stunned he was for several minutes, the Voice repeated but was in a lower volume.  When his head cleared the command was repeated once more and this time—Jack saw his hands pulling off his shirt!
	‘Hey, what gives!’
	Then he knew.
	It was incredible.  He was a statistic!  He knew, someone was using a Minding Device on him—and Jill.  They had been taught about such things in school, and from their parents.  The cops had come to their school to warn them and to give them EMAD deterrents.  Jack’s was at home on his desk, he didn’t know where Jill’s was.
	Jack was in a pickle, a dilemma:  to play along or resist.  He wished he had a better knowledge of the EMADs, or of the person fucking with him.  What was going to happen?  Was he himself going to be raped?  Killed?  How victimized was he and Jill going to be?

	His shirt was off, so were his shoes and socks.  Blinking his eyes in hopes of clearing his clouded mind he saw Jill undoing her jeans.  Well, this wasn’t so bad after all.  He licked his lips and waited.  Slowly Jill undone her typical jeans and tugged them down to her knees.
	Yellow panties.
	Yellow panties with green shamrocks and dark green trim.
	Jack had seen girlie panties—in the department store his mom always dragged him to.  She always made him try on clothes in those stupid little booths.  He never did, he just pretended.  He sometimes pulled his pants down and stood in his underwear for a bit, sometimes pulled his underwear down, too, and toyed with his penis--but never stripped off his clothes to “try out” other clothes.
	 He heard a Voice but couldn’t quite make it out, he assumed that it was talking directly to Jill and not him.  Good guess!  ‘hands to your side!’ said the Voice.  Jack then saw as a trembling Jill stand somewhat straight with her hands to her side.  His eyes re-focused from her bare chest to her panties.
	Tight snug panties.  How often he had seen panties at the store and often had he wondered what various girls would look like in them.  His penis got stiffer and stiffer and then…
	‘TAKE YOUR PANTS DOWN!’
	It felt as if though he had been hit in the stomach, or balls.  He blinked.  He held his breath.  Looking away from Jill he saw his hands undoing his pants…
	Jack could see his “pud” pooching out his underwear.  Desperately he wanted to “play” with it like he did in bed or in the shower.  His eyes fluttered and he felt flushed.  Looking up he saw Jill seeing “him.”  SHE was looking at his protruding protrusion.  He was embarrassed.  He DID want her to SEE it, but under different circumstances.
	Jack once more locked his eyes on those bright yellow & green panties—mostly because he heard a voice saying, “take your panties down.”  As Jack didn’t WEAR panties, he knew the Voice heard was not speaking to him.
	Slowly Jill worked her panties down and Jack’s pud grew…
	Though Jack didn’t know much about “virgins”, “bald beavers”, and etc., the one picking thru his mind did; i.e. Mayor Forrest Finch.  The angle wasn’t too good—at the beginning, but he could see (thru Jack’s eyes) that the girl (Jill) was indeed—virginal.
	She didn’t have much more than fuzz covering her sex, either.
	Only a moment was allowed for “staring.”  Then,…

	Then, Jack was commanded via the Voice, to “lower underwear to ankles.”  Jack needed a moment to fully comprehend the command before following thru.  Slowly he complied, “hands to your side” followed after easing his basic white briefs to his ankles.  He stood up straight (with hands to his side.)
	Jill locked HER eyes onto Jack’s pud, for eleven years young the boy had a more than adequate cock.  It angled itself like a banana and pulsed (in anticipation.)  Both kids had moments to stare at the other’s wares.  Then,…
	“Step out of your clothes.”
	Jack moved first, stepping out of his pants and underwear.  The sun filtering thru the forest tree tops warmed his bare backside skin.  He watched as Jill stepped out of her clothes.
	“Step up to one another.  Close.”
	Jack gulped.
	Jill sweated and appeared distressed to the max.  Somehow she managed to maintain herself.  Somehow.  It wasn’t easy as she was right on the brink of “losing it” emotionally.
	The two kids stepped up to one another—close.
	The two kids embraced.
	Jack angled his erection downwards between Jill’s legs—it mostly pressed up down against her midriff area actually.  Their arms wrapped about one another with Jack sliding his hands down to Jill’s ass.  Once there, Jack fondled said ass.  Fondle-fondle-fondle!
	This of course only made his cock harder.
	Jack’s eyes fluttered and he could scarcely maintain himself.  His hands roamed all over Jill’s ass—a dream/fantasy come true.
	And speaking of come…
	Jack’s body tightened and he was no longer in control—his cock began to shoot forth long strands of orgasmic fluids.  It felt so good that the Voice no longer had to hold control over his actions—willingly he squeezed Jill’s ass and instinctively humped against her—with his prick still downwards against her body.
	Jill, too, had “commands” issued to her—like Jack, she had to roam her hands all over Jack’s bare backside.  She squeezed his bare ass and felt his erection growing intensely against her.
	“Now kiss.”
	Jack stopped breathing.  He reared his head back some and saw sheer terror and fright in Jill’s eyes.  She was a year younger than he, a mere ten years young.  But, girls were supposed to be as much as three-five years more maturer than boys.  He was confused.

	“Kiss or suffer.” said the Voice. 
	That was more poignant.  Jack gave her his best goofy expression, a roll/shrug of the shoulder.  He had always really wanted to kiss her, her or any girl who would let him.  He guessed that of all the girls he knew, Jill would be the first he’d most like to smooch.
	Their lips came to be, just brushing before the instinctive Frenching.
	Jack’s agony was soon satiated as the embrace was stopped and Jill put her hand about his prong.  She worked the erection into a further erection, cupping his balls all the while caressing his bare ass with her other hand.  
	Poor Jack could barely breathe let along think straight.  He stared at the girl and found solace—she was not as upset about the ordeal as he thought she would.  It was embarrassment more than anything else.
	He suddenly felt the urge need to pee.
	And poop.
	Jill turned about and BENT OVER; her hands to her knees, legs open some.  “On your knees, boy.”  Jack hated being addressed as “boy”, it was degrading he felt.  He knew he was a boy and they way some people said it made it sound—degrading.  He went to his knees and had a bird’s eye view of Jill’s ass.
	What an ass.  It was a great ass—or so he thought.  What did he know about “asses”?  an ass was an ass was an ass.  And a girl’s ass was quite an ass!  Jill’s ass, he guessed, really was no different than that of any other girl.  It was small, but she was ten years old, too.  There were some freckles to the left and right cheeks.
	“Open the cheeks.”
	Jack blinked his eyes, his cock ached, his balls ached, his stomach ached.  It was mind boggling to beat all.  Sucking in his breath, though, he parted Jill’s butt cheeks.
	There was the hole.  It was yet unstained, it was tight and clenched (in anticipation of intrusion.)  Jack could see the girl’s “cunny”, too; it was smooth, virtually hairless, and ready!
	Jack let out a moan.  He couldn’t help it.
	“Lick the hole.”
	Jack held back a half moment.  He really wasn’t opposed, but…
	‘You better not fart or poop on me!’ he said to himself.  His tongue flicked up and down the crack with most attention to the girl’s “rim.”  Although he had never heard of such a thing, he guessed it must go on—but privately.  He couldn’t imagine his mom and dad doing such things, though.

	He licked and licked and licked and licked until his cock was once more shooting off rounds of spunk matter without him.
	“Stand up!”
	Jack stood up.
	Jill turned around.
	Jack squeezed his cock at the base and stood as straight in posture as possible.  Jill knelt before him and eyed his one-eyed-monster before “kissing” the head of it with her lips before wrapping those young lips about the bulbous tip.
	Jack was blown (literally as well as figuratively).  Slowly the girl went down on his shaft and sucked him.  It was unbelievable.  There were no words that he knew of to describe such an act.  It felt GOOD!
	Jill, on the other hand, wasn’t enjoying it as much as Jack was.  The shooting loads of cum inside her mouth was disgusting.  The actual taste of Jack’s dick in her mouth wasn’t too bad, once her mind found that Jack’s dick kinda reminded her of string cheese…
	Jill sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and…
	Received a copious amount of jizum for her efforts.
	The girl immediately retched and tossed out the sticky-icky goo.
	Jack felt awful for what he had done, but then again—it felt kinda good, too.  (he wanted her to do it again—and again—and again…)  your first blowjob is always the best…

	After all the retching and spewing was done, Jill laid out on the ground.  The forest had provided a nice layer of leaves to lay on.  No security, but a nice bed of leaves…  
	Jack stared at the naked girl.  She wasn’t exactly the “girl of his dreams”, but she was close—damn close.  A nude girl was a nude girl!
	‘Go down on her.’ said the Voice.  
	Jack didn’t particularly know what that meant.
	‘Put your face to her cunt, where she pees from.  Lick it and suck on it.’ Jack gulped.  “Holy shit!”
	Placing his face down between Jill’s legs Jack got wood.  Major wood.  His cum squirter suddenly sprang back to full life.  More so when his tongue actually touched Jill’s cunt.  He licked and licked, closed his eyes and got into it.  Jill thrashed about some but he didn’t know why.  
	There was the slight taste of “pee”, James knew it instinctively.  The “lips” of the cunny entrance were slick, a mustiness was there, also.  He licked.  He licked like he was licking on an ice cream.  Then he put the whole of his mouth about the young fuzzy cunt and sucked.

	The stirring in his loins was great and there was no holding back.
	‘Stop licking, put your dick in her and fuck.’
	The words came to him and though lo they were English words they made no sense.  He struggled with the concept of “fuck” until he felt a strange force overpowering him.  It felt as if though he were being pulled up and “positioned.”
	There was a bit of cloudiness Forrest couldn’t make clear.  It didn’t last long, though, and the next “scene” was Jack fucking Jill.  Ten hundred sensational sensations sensationalized sensationally.  Jack had jerked his gherkin a time or two—in bed (on it/against it) and in the shower.  But never-never ever had there been a feeling afterwards.
	He was no longer in control.  Not at all.  It was natural horndog instinct that carried him thru the degree of humping until he could hump no more.  He lay exhausted in Jill until she pushed off—“get off me!” 
	Jack’s cock tingled.  It was a strange and unique feeling and that milky stuff continued to ooze out of it.  AND, his puddling didn’t die out, limp out, go soft, or go flaccid.  Jack lay on his backside massaging his organ while Jill beside him fingered her quim.
	Jill Hasseburger didn’t derive as much pleasure out of the hump as did her cohort.  She lay still for a while longer, then was told to “roll over” and put her “butt in the air.”
	Ut oh!

	Again Jack stared at Jill’s ass.  The girl sobbed some, there was blood on her cunny (and on his dick).  He wasn’t too sure but thought it was from the “breaking the girl’s “cherry””.  He hoped that she was alright.
	Again Jack was prompted to “lick” the crack, tongue the hole, and finger it.  Then, 
	“Fuck it.”
	Jack understood the connotation.  His cock ached and he stared at the clenching tight funk hole.  “HOLY SHIT!” at first it was kind of intriguing, then he realized—“hey, that’s an asshole, TURDS come out of there!” and sticking his dick in there was going to be disgusting all get out.
	But the “prompt” came with force and Jack soon found himself nestled up against his friend’s ass, his dick sliding into her super tight hole making full entry.
	He didn’t know if Jill got any pleasure from the deed, but Jack did.  It was mostly the fact of his sensitive crown being tantalized by such a tight hole that gave him the pleasure—Jack didn’t understand that part, all he knew was that it felt good.

	Jack’s stiffy presented Jack with entirely new sensations.  He soon found himself humping on his own, straining to get every once of enjoyment from the otherwise hellish deed.  He clenched tightly the girl’s hips and strove to achieve that top most goal that orgasmic bliss.
	Balls slapping, cum squirting, euphoric bliss super sized.
	Grunting, groaning, tingling sensations never experienced before.
	Toes crinkling, body undulating, complete and utter delight.
	Sitting back (afterwards) Jack watched his cum squirt back out of Jill’s hole.  Jill sobbed some and caressed her fresh fucked ass.  Jack felt kinda bad about having done her, but he hoped that she understood that it wasn’t his idea.  His dick was “dirty” and he got to use Jill’s panties to clean it off, they had already been used to wipe clean his dick of her “cherry” juice…
	Moments were allowed to the two kids before…
	Another “blank” spot there was in Jack’s mind, a gray cloud of time whereas he knew nothing of what was happening.  Then, it cleared.  He saw Jill on her back, legs open and some not-too-clear form was on her.  A man.  The details of the man was not clear, but he was raping her.  Jill lay flailing about some, clawing up forest floor and grimacing as she was fucked.
	Jack tried to make a move to push off the man on her, but he was held firm.  Weather he was tied securely or held by some other force was not known—but he couldn’t move.
	The man fucked Jill for several minutes before sitting back and masturbating (toying) with his manly cock.  Jill wept and fingered herself, soothing her pounded cunt.  She blubbered some and Jack felt very badly for her, as well as pissed off at whoever was responsible.
	More moments passed, another gray cloud, then—when it cleared Jack saw Jill with her “butt in the air” again.  He was positioned behind her but that same man who had been on top of her previously.  The man was behind Jill, doing to her what Jack had done.  Jill’s face grinded against the ground, she was caked in dirt and tears.  She stared at Jack and Jack was both (again) pissed and scared.
	Another grey cloud.  It seemed to have lasted longer than the previous.  When he “came around” he found himself on his backside, legs open, with that man who had done Jill doing him!  Jack was holding his own legs back, his dick leaking cum onto his belly.  The naked man who was bald and not a hair on his body anywheres (anywheres) poked hard Jack’s poop chute.  The pain was incredible, Jack had never been fucked in the ass and he had never even paid much attention to it—‘cept when farting or pooping.

	The bald naked man was determined and Jack had no choice.  The invasion came and it seemed like a thousand inches of cock sliding into his hole.  Finally, the man was all the way and he pulled out—only to push himself back in.  and repeat.  And repeat.  And repeat.
	The repetition picked up speed.  The pain in his ass was enormous.  Casually (casually?) he wondered if he had done the same thing to Jill?  He had no intention of giving Jill any pain.  What was it like to have her cunny broken in?
	At length the butt fucking ceased with the man giving a dramatic grunt.  His cock came out and Jack felt incredible relief.  His hole smoldered and felt like a school bus had been in it!
	Then, his legs were allowed down and JILL came to sit on his face.  He could see her belly trembling, she was still sobbing.  Her funk hole came right to his nose!  It was then that she herself took Jack’s legs and held them back while another man with LOTS of hair took up position to “stuff” Jack’s ass(hole.)

	 Another “gray” area or he blacked out, he wasn’t sure.  When he finally came around, it was dark.  He lay still for a very long time, mostly due to being afraid and pissed that he hadn’t been able to do anything to stop whoever from doing whatever to himself and especially Jill.
	Jill.  Where was Jill?
	Beside him.  On her stomach.  She wasn’t moving and he feared the worst.  Pursing his lips he gently nudged her.
	“Jill?”
	She didn’t stir.  Jack screwed up his face and strove hard to keep from losing emotions right then and there.  Pissed at himself, pissed at the bastards who had overtaken them.  ‘You didn’t have to kill her!’ he seethed.  He knew, though, that minding device or not, he was not strong enough to fend off the two men.
	Then Jill moved.  She farted and was peeing!
	Jack sat up.  His asshole hurt bad, as did most of his body.  He couldn’t see very well (it was dark) but he could hear Jill pissing.  In that, he got himself a boner.  He stroked himself and casually was reminded of hours earlier of getting off in her pussy AND asshole.  Well, then it wasn’t all THAT bad now was it!?

	Sitting up against a nearby tree he waited.  Jill finished peeing, she stirred a little more, farted again, then went still.  He could hear her breathing, snoring as a matter of fact.  That was a good sign.  Looking around he determined that the two men, or three or four, were gone.  They were alone now, he and Jill.  Was that a good thing?  He couldn’t recall “where” was here.  
	He was wait for Jill to come around, then decide what to do.
	It wasn’t a long wait.  Jill suddenly sat bolt upright and screamed.
	Birds and other animals fled and Jack was right there, embracing Jill.
	She freaked the fuck out and fought him, kneed him and clawed at him with such a voracity that Jack almost got pissed and slapped the girl.  But he held her, “It’s me.  Hey, Jill, it’s me, Jack.  Jack.  It’s me.” slowly the girl calmed, pretty blue eyes wide with fright staring at him.  She was horribly frightened and Jack feared that her screams though valid would alert the horrible bastards who had made her scream in the first place.
	He held her.  For the moment it was all that he could do.
	Slowly the red headed girl who favored bright yellow, orange and green colors faded back to a dreadful unpeaceful sleep.  But there WAS some peace, safe in the arms of her lover, er—friend.

	When he awoke in the morning, all was about the same.  He wasn’t safe in his bed at home, he was still in the woods “somewhere.”  His asshole still hurt, too.  So did his cock and balls.  Jill was asleep beside and it didn’t take long before he felt the “need” pressing on him.
	Gingerly he moved the slumbering naked Jill Hassenburger and stood.  He found his legs weak, his head dull with a throbbing that was none other than a bitch of a headache.  Stepping away but not too far away he simply angled his dong and began peeing.
	Going naked had its advantages.  He kind of liked going naked and didn’t understand what the fuss was with clothes anyways.  He peed, scratched his balls and ass, farted, then turned to find Jill awake looking at him.
	Oh jeesh!
	He gave a shrug and a quirky face and slyly moved a hand to conceal his dangling pecker.  Jill almost smiled.  It was there and she would have had she not been still so frightened.
	Jack saw the particular need for clothes, embarrassment factor.  He looked around, crinkling his toes and twisting on one foot.
	“Where’s our clothes?” he asked just for askings sake.
	Jill looked around, twisted her mouth and shrugged, “Don’t see ‘em.”

	Their clothes were gone.  Or was it that their clothes were where they were, but it was the kids who had been moved?  It was too complicated and there were memory gaps.  Jack offered a hand to Jill and she stood.  She was dirty; caked in dirt, pee, and cum stains—but she was alive and so-so okay.  
	Without a word Jack continued holding Jill’s hand and moved thru the less dense shrubs out of the area they were in.  Jill followed behind.  Jack had no idea where they were, he wasn’t familiar with the area and he worried slightly if the two men, or three, or four, were still about.
	They hadn’t gone far when Jill said, “Hold up.” Jack turned.  Jill simply spread her legs, squatting just slightly and leaning forward just slightly.  She began to pee.  Jack got hard.  He couldn’t help it.  He had fucked her.  He WANTED to fuck her.  Again and again and again.  And then again some more!
	But only if she wanted.  Which he doubted.
	Jack turned partly away so as she couldn’t see his growing errection.
	Jill peed, looked around for something to “wipe” with, found nothing and took a step towards Jack.  “Okay.” she said.  Jack continued on with Jill right on his heels.
	They came to a pond.  A small creek fed it and it appeared to be quite serene.  It wasn’t very big or deep, but it was cool, refreshing, and did wonders for their spirits.  They almost shrieked with delight but stopped themselves for fear of alerting those men.
	A little frolicking, though, ensued once in the waist deep pool.  They scattered up a lot of pond debris, frogs, and small fishes (minnows).  But they didn’t care.  They frolicked and felt much better afterwards.
	(and it didn’t seem to matter that they were naked)
	When they had grown tired of the frolicking, they hunkered down in the water for a time, Jill never minding the frogs and minnows.  
	“I guess we better try and find our way home.” Jack said at length.  He was a little hungry and his folks would be worried about him.  How was he to explain what had happened to him, them?  With no clothes part of their story would hold validity, unless of course it was suspected that the two were out “screwing around” and someone stole their clothes or something.
	Jack sighed and decided to take whatever.  He wanted to be home, to eat and sleep in his own bed.  He helped Jill out of the water and they proceeded.  Of course, they had no direction to fallow, just a small nature path.  A path that ended abruptly or faded into the rough an hour later.  The two kids were in DEEP forest.  Jill found a new path, sort of, after climbing up a great boulder.  Topside was another nature path.  Jack followed up, after Jill came back down.  Jack had an impressive look up Jill’s crotch…

	When he stood topside alongside Jill, Jill took note of his protruding member, Jack was looking all around for security’s sake.  Then he noticed Jill noticing him.  His pud pulsed, balls cinched up, and body turned red.
	“Sorry,” said Jill, “I-I didn’t mean to…” she was at a loss for words and Jack desperately wanted to jack himself off.
	“Does it hurt?” she asked.
	“Kinda.” Jack replied.
	“Do you need to—to do that—thing.”
	He had no idea what she meant.
	Jill twisted her mouth, shifted her weight on her bare feet, and methodically fingered her pussy.  
	Slowly, though, Jack got it.  “Oh.” he understood what she was so obliquely referring to.  He blushed and turned away.  Yeah, he wanted to jerk off right then and there; up against her butt, her face, her place where she peed from…
	Jill stepped back and sat on a rock.  She somewhat held herself, she was hungry, scared, and sore.  Jack held off jerking his pud, that would be rude.  He farted, though.
	Jill giggled and Jack blushed more.

	They were kinda green, they smelled sweet, some were “gushy” while others were hard, but they were plentiful.
	“Better not eat too many of them until we know if they are good or whatever.” Jack said as he plucked a handful of the green berries.  Jill was cool with that.  there was little fear of eating too many of them, though—they were gross.
	Jack’s cock was still hard, too.  Mostly because he had began to hang back and let Jill walk ahead.  His eyes (and cock) kept vigil on the girl’s butt.  Sometimes she stopped suddenly to look around—causing Jack to barrel into her.
	Evening type time came upon them, how far they had walked they weren’t sure.  They had seen no sign of civilization.  They had heard nothing, seen nothing.  They kept in sight of the creek, usually it was by sound as the “trail” they followed meandered away from the water.  
	From unknown berries to nuts.  From nuts to something similar to pears.  The pears were juicy and delicious and they ate their fill of them.  Hours later they had the shits.  Whether it was the pears or the berries was not clear—it was gross either way.

	The night wasn’t particularly cold but Jack and Jill clung to one another just the same.  (and Jack’s “jackson” remained stiff as a board!)  Both kids were too tired for any possible “hanky and or panky”.  They rested and sought sleep—and were not denied.  Not until their bowels turned to mush.  Jack was first.  He felt his tummy churning and then down lower into his intestines.  He knew what was coming.  He had had a bad tummy ache before.  Scooting just a few feet away he squatted and spread his cheeks—and soon a gusher load of poo began to spew from his blowhole.
	The odor was powerful and he feared it would awaken Jill and further embarrass himself.  But she was already awake and moving a few feet from where they had been sleeping to do what he was doing also!  He heard her “squirts” and felt a little relieved.
	There were associative “grunts” and “groans” along with the strain of having the shits.  It was very disgusting and gross.  The event lasted some several hours over the course of the dark morning.  By sunup the two had shit all that they could.  Their holes were sore from all the squirting, they were hungry, thirsty, and one of them still had a raging boner!

	The kids moved on, heading upwards for some reason—it seemed far easier to climb up than to go down.  At the top of a small very wooded hill it was Jack who abruptly came to a stop.  Jill crashed into the back of him.  
	“What?” she asked.
	For one thing, Jack was tired.  He was hungry (still), and horny (constantly.)  his feet hurt and his nude body had been scratched up pretty good.  
	“Thought I heard something.” But after stopping he could no longer hear what he thought he heard.  Jill pressed up against him, kind of snuggling.  Kind of.  Nothing was said.  Jill laid her head against her friend’s warm backside, her arms about his waist.  There was a lot (of worry) on her young mind.  There was a lot (of horny) on Jack’s mind…
	Slowly—ever so slowly, Jill’s hands clasped together lowered.  Jill’s hands began to make a slow-very slow descent.  Down-down-down, past the belly button, to the midriff area, to linger a moment right at the “bush” area.  At eleven, though, Jack Gains had very little “bush.”
	He did, however, have a major woody.  It pulsed.  It throbbed.  Pre-cum glistened the bulbous knob and Jack struggled with himself to keep his hands away.  He did put his hands onto Jill’s, though.  Did she know what she was doing?  Was she doing it on her own?  
	Jack looked around, he saw no one, felt no one.  He felt the urge to poop some more.  His stomach gurgled and he felt those damn berries moving thru his gut.
	Jill clutched him—then moved her hands down a little more.
	Jack stood still, clenching his body, his puckering asshole.  ‘Of all the times!’ he bitched to himself.
	It seemed eternity, but actually only mere minutes before his cock was handled by hands other than his own.  Lightly was her touch, her fingers wrapping gently about his prong—not unlike the day before or so when she was “forced” to handle his erection.
	Lovingly she stroked the elongated bone, squeezing it and working it with extreme gentleness.  ‘holy fucking ape shit!’ Jack thought, he felt a “surge” seething through his cock, as well as one in his ass.  How pissed off would she be if he shit on her?
	Jill slowly began to “thumb” the head of his dick, running the meat of her thumb about the super-super-super sensitive area that was the “crown” of his dick.  Jack could stand it no longer and began working his organ on his own, squeezing it and tantalizing it like he normally did.  His other hand squeezed his balls.
	Soon, almost without knowing, the hand that had been squeezing his balls was squeezing ass flesh.  But not HIS ass flesh, Jills!  Jill’s hand continued to operate his prong; “Shit, oh shit, shit—shit!” he blurted aloud as the pivotal moment arrived.
	“Is it coming?”
	“Uh-huh.” he seemed in agony, it would be better to “cum” in something more than his hand…
	Jill moved to his side and watched while Jack “jacked” himself.
	A steady stream of milky white goo spurted from his dick.
	He stroked and stroked and stroked until the “feeling” dissipated.
	His energy was nil, he leaned against a tree while his cock continued to leak a little more of his essence.  Jill was fascinated by the deed.  She fingered her poon but never had such a thing as what Jack had happened happen to her.  She guessed it was a “guy” thing.
	When Jack had sufficiently recovered, they proceeded.

	Presently, while searching for food, dissen the berries, Jack came upon Jill fingering her funk hole.  She turned and was greatly embarrassed at being caught.
	“I-I had an itch.” She said.

	Jack smiled at her, and got wood (again).
	After pooling what they had collected (mostly nuts with other berries) and more fruit resembling pears, Jack sat hunching on his haunches—thoughts to his own.  He could easily see Jill’s cunny.  Jill sat likewise, but eventually grew tired of that and sat down on the ground, legs folded.  Jack could still see her cunny, though.
	And basically, Jill could see Jack’s wares.
	“I-I’m sorry about what happened.” Jack said after sucking up one of the pears and fingering out how to dismantle the hard shell around some of the larger nuts.
	Jill said nothing back but shrugged.
	“I hope—I-I hope you’re okay, that you’re okay.  I-I tried to stop them, to help--” his words began to tangle up in his mouth.
	“It’s okay, I know you did.” Jill replied.  For ten, she WAS mature.
	“Bastards!” Jack seethed.
	“It wasn’t all bad.” Jill stated, and then went pale as she realized what she had said (without thinking.)  “Oh my gosh!” she blurted.
	Jack tugged on his lower lip and kept his eyes to the nuts in his hand.
	“I meant-I-I-I--”
	Jack smiled to her (again), “It’s cool.” He knew what she meant.  Sort of, maybe.  The sex part, the sex between her and him.
	“I thought, well, someday that I would (have sex) but not like it happened.”
	Jack couldn’t think of a proper reply, not one that would not make him out to be a horndog—like he really was.  Boldly he began fondling his cock.
	“Doesn’t it ever go down?” Jill asked.
	For a red head, she was cute.  Damn cute.  She was smart, pretty, and one of the better girls at school.  There were naturally more blonds at their school, some Mexican and Asians and a handful of African-Americans, but mostly blonds.  There were four girls who had red hair.  Jill was one.  Bonnie Hyatt was a stone cold bitch and didn’t associate with anyone.  She was a year older than Jack and therefore didn’t acknowledge his presence on the Earth anyways.  Krissy Maccanna was okay, she was his age (eleven) but hung with a different crowd.  She DID give him a smile and wink every now and then when in passing.  He wondered why?  Mackenzie Burger was the other red head.  She was Jill’s age, a new student who kept to herself and was of some particular religion or other whereas the females were forbidden to wear jewelry or jeans.

	Jack fondled his prick, trying to be coy and then just trying not to shoot his load off too quickly.  When he felt the stirrings indicating that “blast off” was imminent, her stopped.  His face was one of agony, stopping in the middle of a potential orgasm was bad.
	All the while, Jill ate her nuts and pears and fingered herself.
	A woodpecker pecked on a tree somewhere close.  Other birds were heard along with squirrels and chipmunks.  The air was cool and pleasant and horniness filled the air.  Jill hated having sticking hands, she wiped them on her body then stretched her legs out.  Jack was all eyes—eyeing her goodie.  It was different (now).  Before when he had been forced to it was different—he couldn’t explain it but—it was different.
	Jill laid out, opening her legs some and fingering her poon.
	“You can come over if you want to.” she said. 
	‘Holy shit!’
	When he recovered, Jack ambled over on hands and knees, pausing at her feet.  Jill fingered continually her poon, she gave him a sort of odd facial expression that Jack couldn’t read (“Mount me, Stud!”)
	Jack’s cock, though, read the message and goaded Jack into positioning himself on top of Jill.  Jill’s hands stopped fingering her sex and caressed Jack’s ass, his sides, and then his cock.  Jack locked his arms to poise himself above her.  He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to fuck her.
	Slowly Jill guided his missile into her sex.
	Slowly Jack guided his missile into her sex, his body laying down gently on hers.  Their mouths met and their tongues meshed.  Their unionship was sealed and Jack pumped as slow as he possible could (stand it.)  they embraced and rolled to their sides.  Jack’s prong slipping out now and then, but Jill eagerly stuffed it back where it belonged and they fucked.

 	There were tears in his eyes, dirt and leaves in the crack of his ass; his body layered in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  “Oh God!” he cried, “Here it fucking comes!”
	Jill clung to her lover, squeezing her legs about him and trying to derive some pleasure out of the act herself.  There was some, but not as much as there was as Jack had it.
	Finally the not-yet-teenager went rigid.  His body arched and then straightened.  Jill could feel his pud inside her, it was throbbing and she knew it was jutting that milky white stuff.  Jill’s pussy throbbed some, too.  She clung his ass and they melded.

	“It didn’t hurt, did it?” asked a timid Jack after some resting.
	Jill shook her head and examined her cunny as best she could.  To describe it—she couldn’t, her cunny tingled but didn’t hurt.  She guessed that it was best described as “sore.”  But it didn’t hurt.
	“I-I’m sorry about what happened, earlier, with those guys.” Jack understood somewhat what “rape” was, to fuck a girl against her will.  He was kinda vague on the whole concept of sex and rape and sodomy.  But the terms were everywhere—at school, at home in parental discussions, and on the news.
	“Did it hurt when—when they, those guys, stuffed you—in the butt?” 
	Jack looked to her.  “Yeah.” He wanted to say more but to describe he couldn’t.  Jill wriggled her toes in the dirt and farted.
	Jack giggled.
	“Bastards.”
	“Bastards.”

	Another night came and went.  Thru the night the forest was not quiet, at times it was too noisy to sleep.  It also got a little more chillier.  Jack and Jill (up on a hill) found shelter in the hollow of a great unknown type tree.  They huddled/clutched to one another for warmth and at length Jill’s fingers once more gripped Jack’s dick.
	When the pivotal moment of orgasmic blast off came, Jill leaned down and pressed her lips to the head.  A small gusher load of hot spunk matter spewed out of the piss slit in one incredible jut.  Jill continued working his cock and balls while Jack sat in disbelief.  
	At length he ran his hands thru her thick soft red hair, pumping his cock into her sweet mouth, all the while breathing, “Oh shit that’s good!”
	When he was drained, Jill spat most of the goo out.  It wasn’t too tasty.  But Jack seemed relieved.  It was “hotter” too and she snuggled against him.  Jack cuddled her, his little “cocksucker.”

	 Cum the new morning…
	Jill was mildly curious about “taking it in the ass.”  This came about as the two both had “anal itching”.  After soiling Mother Nature’s ground and finding suitable water and leaves to “wipe”, Jill posed the question:
	“Did it hurt?” she didn’t explain exactly what she was referring to, but Jack knew what she was referring to.  
	“Yeah, kinda.”
	“They were rough.”
	Jack nodded that that was so, ‘they were rough.’

	They sat in silence, thoughts to their own.  Was there a point to her inquiry?  Jack wondered.  He fondled his balls and squeezed his dick, which was hard once more.  
	“My hole hurts.” Jill finally blurted.  She had been particularly involved with the “fingering” of her asshole—it had a terminal itch.  As Jack watched her, Jill opened her legs wider, pooching her butt forward and leaning back some, shoving her fingers in and about her hole.
	Jack gripped his pud and squeezed it, he was like Pavlov’s dog—except he was in heat and not hungry.  Jill bit her lip and gouged her hand against her young virtually hairless cunny.  She looked up to Jack and gave him a sort of quirky look.  
	Jack made his way onto his young lover, she was hard pressed to keep herself with a straight face. She bit hard her lips, pursing them together.  her legs automatically flailed and flung up against the naked-baked boy climbing onto her.  Jack smiled down to her then leaned down to begin kissing.
	After a few minutes of passionate smooching, Jill gripped her legs, hands behind her knees pulling them back.  Her knees nearly touched her shoulders—she was very limber.  Jack had pressed his prick against her quivering quim but that was no the entrance desired.  
	It took a little time to make the entry to her hole.  She grimaced some and Jack stopped.  Jill, though, shook her head—she WANTED to be stuffed in the ass.  Jack continued, just taking his time.

	Jack was right on the verge of cumming (in Jill’s poop chute) when he heard voices.  Distinct voices and not the ones in his head.  Jill heard them, too.  At first the two scrambled to hide in the brush.  Cum leaked out of Jill’s asshole and Jack’s dick.  They clutched one another and waited. 
	The voices weren’t heard for awhile, and then they were.  Not male voices, not Bastard Voices.  Kid voices.  Jack and Jill waited a bit more just to make sure before crawling out from the bush.  They continued crawling until cresting the top of a small hill.  On the other side was a gully—with two kids picking their way thru it!

*

How Happy I’d be if I hadn’t of woken up this morning
Or, Who’s woods these are—they can keep them!
	Far down at the end of the gully that was choked with forest debris was a pond.  The small ponds formed in the gully were unappealing and brackish.  But the pond at the bottom of the long gully was clear and much more pleasing.  The two children in the gully weren’t having an easy time of traipsing down the gully—it was steep going, slippery, and precarious—especially being naked.
	A boy and a girl, just as nude as was Jack and Jill!
	They, too, were cut up, skint up, bruised, and hurt in so many ways.
	The boys was tall and about Jack’s age.  He had sandy brown hair that was all messed up and there was some blood caked on one side of his head.  Unlike Jack’s near constant hard wanker, the other boy’s dangled and was barely noticeable.  His skin was fairly tan, he was lanky and had a most curious goofy look upon his face.
	His companion was significantly younger, being only about 8 or 9 yrs.  And like Jill, SHE, too, was a red head!  Imagine!  The other girl’s hair was not in a pony tail, though, but hung loose about her shoulders.  Twigs and leaves adorned it.  Like the boy who followed her, she had numerous bruises, cuts, scrapes, and so on.
	It wasn’t easy, but Jack and Jill traipsed down the hill, following parallel the two others.  Not knowing why, Jack and Jill hunkered down in some bushes and watched as the other two took pleasure in the pond.  They were watched for awhile…
	Sitting side by side, Jill cocked her head to Jack, 
	“Why are we hiding?”
	Jack screwed up his nose, ‘hmmmm, good point.’
	
	Encroaching slowly upon the two kids Jack and Jill made their presence known.  The young girl quickly scooted to the boy.  The boy placed the young girl behind him and stood up.  Jill tried not to gawk at the boy’s dangling member, she gave it a quick glance then focused on the lad’s goofy face.
	“Hi.” Jill said.
	“You guys lost?” Jack asked.
	There was a look upon the goofy face of the boy, he shrugged and shook his head.  “Not exactly.”

	Devin James Waltan and his sister Jolene Elizabeth.
	Devin James, who usually went simply by DJ, was twelve.  He was skinny, tall, lanky, and goofy looking.  Unlike his red headed sister, DJ had sandy brown hair, reddish brown in the right sunlight conditions.  He was likeable, though, friendly and outgoing and would do anything for anybody.
	Sister Jolene was friendly, too—but more reserved than her brother.
	Like Jill, she had many freckles all over her body.
	They were not exactly “lost” per se, misplaced perhaps.  They had traveled a couple of days and were worn out, tired, and very hungry.  They also had a hell of a story to tell.  They didn’t tell it right off, of course, that took a couple of more days.  Forrest, however, unleashed their captive story and here it is:
	Their story was not too dissimilar to that of the previous.  The difference was DJ and Jolene, the two principle characters were brother and sister.  Other than that…
	DJ and sister Jolene were “back country” kids.  Not city kids, not town-small town kids.  They lived in the country, WAY in the country.  They were not uncivilized, but their homes and way of life was out of the way from other more trendy modern towns nearby.
	Devin James, though not a blond, was an air head.  Literally.  His mind was always in the skies, always watching the airplanes and striving to be a pilot of one one day someday.  He was very mechanically inclined and could just about repair or bring back to life any contraption that failed.  For that he earned his worth, but as far as helping out with a crop in the field he was worthless—his mind wandered and what he was doing didn’t get done.
	His sister was nine and she was old enough to help out the family home with aiding in gathering eggs, feeding farm livestock, and keeping out of mischief.  So far it seemed that the minotaurs plaguing the nation/world only had interests on large towns and cities.  Rural life was apparently not appealing to them.
	When time permitted, DJ often struck off to visit the local landfill, junkyards.  He strove to build his own car and airplane.  The landfills and junkyards in the rural area had plenty of supplies for his desires.
	And quite occasionally his only sibling sister tagged along.  There were three other siblings, older brothers.  DJ and Jolene made themselves scarce one afternoon and walked into adventure.

	The finds in Mr. McPherson’s junkyard weren’t all that good, DJ had pretty much already picked thru the best parts.  He picked thru again before stopping in frustration; he needed some critical connectors for a drive train.  It was almost noon and he knew Mr. Macaphy would be bringing in a new load of stuff by noon.  He would have to hustle if he were to make it before anyone else.
	“Lizzy!  Come on!” he cried out.
	Jolene “Elizabeth” found pleasure in the junkyards herself, she didn’t have a lot of toys and there were few kids her age, so outdoor activities like junkyard diving was just the thing!  
	Jolene had found odd bits of this and that that held her interest more than her brother’s calling for her.  DJ made his way to where she was, pausing to pick over more odd bits of this and that.  When he got to his young sib he found that she had found a small cache of interesting things that he needed.
	It took a while to free the items, then stow them so he could pick them up on his way back from Macaphy’s. 
	Noon type time had come, DJ had no watch, didn’t need one.  He used the sun and shadows and the ‘feel’ of the day.  He needed to get going or the farmers would get all the good stuff.  Taking the normal route would put him further behind; he also had to hustle back home to get evening chores done before he could mess with his car.  That meant having to take a short cut.
	Whether they were doomed at taking the short cut thru the woods or from elsewhere wasn’t clear.  Half an hour into the woods though and Lizzy had to make a stop.
	“Hold up.” she said as they came to a more flatter area.  She stepped off the path and proceeded to do her business.  DJ thought it was as good as place as any and he turned and whipped out his pud to pee, too.  He could hear his sister peeing—but it was no big deal.  They were siblings and they lived together and when they had been a little younger slept together.  they had morals and ethics and modesty.
	Key word—had.
	DJ was a normal lad, he got “erections”, and as a normal boy he jerked off to take care of it.  He had some thoughts towards girls, but wasn’t hung up on them.  He humped his bed occasionally and occasionally while humping his bed he thought a girl.  Living with a girl in the house, and the semi closeness in their age, naturally he had seen Jolene naked.  He saw her mostly in her panties AND had a pair of her panties as a physical aid in when he jerked off.

	DJ’s thoughts and desires were not of “girls” but junk, junk to make a viable useable vehicle in which to take him places—either a car or a plane, whichever was formed first.  The twelve year old was about as normal as possible.
	Jolene was, too.  At nine “boys” were yucky and stupid.  Her brothers, the older ones, roughhoused with her and sometimes spanked her.  Forrest couldn’t tell right off if she had been “molested” by the older boys or not.  Time would tell as more of the story was delved in to.
	At nine, Jolene was just barely curious about “where she peed” from.  She farted, peed, burped, and casually (there’s that word again) was curious about her brothers when they “did that thing” that they were always doing out behind the barn…
	Devin (he hated that name) finished peeing just as he heard something.   Thought he heard something.  Wasn’t sure, something.  He turned to see his sister standing up, pulling up her panties (she was in a shortie kid’s dress.)
	Like the deer’s eyes in the headlights, the kids were frozen.

	“A bald man, tall, tattoos all over.”
	“Mustache, big, black, he looked like an Italian biker.”
	Sound familiar?  Jolene and DJ described the two men they saw and they were the two men Jack and Jill knew, intimately.  DJ had caught in his zipper the skin of his pissing dick.  Jolene had just gotten her panties part way up when…
	ZAP!
	Stun!
	Welcome to the world of Zombiedom!
	Like Jack and Jill before them, Devin James and Jolene were “aware” of what was happening to them—just unable to do anything about it.  The two siblings where brought out to a small clearing where they were commanded out of their clothes.
	Then, young Jolene had to “handle” her brother’s dangling wanker.  The preliminary fondling shared between the two was purely for the amusement and entertainment value of the two perverts with the minding device.  Jolene had never fondled her brother’s prong and she scarcely ever fingered her own sex!  It was then Forrest found brief glimpses of curious interest:  an older sib-brother HAD molested the girl.  Forrest smiled…

	Jolene worked her brother (DJ).  The boy didn’t get an immediate hard-on, not until Jolene laid down and “opened her legs.”  She cried and sobbed and carried on, but fingered her poon as per direction.  DJ was pissed, but got a hard-on just the same.  The hard-on became more prominent as he was commanded to “go down on her.”
	Neither Nolton child had a clear idea about “sex.”  They had both seen dogs humping, horses and cows, sheep, and even frogs; but the concept of human procreation or just plain ole fucking was a little vague.  DJ and Jolene were not sexually wise, aware, or known!
	DJ’s thoughts about tonguing out his sister’s quim were muddled.  Forrest found that the boy did not find total pleasure in the task, mostly due in part that she had just peed.  The boy DID get a more close up view of a girl’s cunny.  And though ye his mind was not sexually aware, his COCK was.
	Then, Jolene.  
	At first the young girl was frightened, and rightly so.  Then she was petrified.  Then, when brother DJs tongue began flicking into her cunny—exhilarated!  Fingering her cunny was one thing, and she did so on occasion—but having her young cunny licked was something else!
	She knew it was wrong, she knew it was awful what was happening to her—but she couldn’t deny the feeling that was new to her that made her young body twitch and shudder.  
	Then, Devin was crawling up her small framed body, dragging his hard penis and testicles up as he went.  The boy was virtually mindless; very susceptible to minding commands.  The boy scooted up his sister’s chest, planted himself and stared down at her.  The girl herself was frightened, scared, and just prime for accepting minding commands herself.  There was a miniscule amount of disturbance as she struggled a bit with the morality thing.  It was curtailed enough  whereas she wasn’t a problem.  She raised her head and began kissing the knob of her brother’s dick.
	During that time, Forrest found where she was with an older brother, a big tall strapping farmboy type lad.  Jolene’s panties were bunched down at her ankles, her dress bunched up around her waist.  She herself was in between the legs of the strapping farmboy type lad, he had HIS clothes at his ankles with his throbbing prong pressed between her legs!
	They seemed to be surrounded by hay and Forrest determined that they were in a hayloft, the family barn.  The boy had overalls, down at his ankles and no underwear.  His hands squeezed his sister’s lily white bum, grinding his cock against her, between her legs.

	Forrest could see that Jolene appeared to be about the age that she was currently, which was nine-ish.  The strapping boy was not yet a man, but close—Forrest judged him to be about 18 or even 19.  
	Soon the boy laid back on the baled hay, repositioning his manly manhood right up against Jolene’s virgin cunt.  Her dress was pulled off and panties worked off her ankles.  She then straddled the boy and he held her firm at the hips, dragging her body up and down his cock until he at length he was on the vergence of cumming.  He then repositioned the two of them, placing Jolene on her hands and knees—he himself behind her!
	Oh!
	As Jolene didn’t make too much fuss about the ordeal, Forrest determined that she was used to it.  Her brother entered her backdoor, balls slapping, cum spewing, fucking her for several minutes until he blasted a hot load of liquid love into her funk hole.
	When he was done, he sat back to continued jerking his pud.  Jolene fingered her hole, cried some but was otherwise okay.  The scene ended and that was that.

	Devin was not an avid masturbator, but he was at the pivotal age where his cock got hard when the wind blew.  He found some pleasure in stroking off, he done so privately in private.  Forrest could find no “scenes” in his mind-memory whereas he had ever had a sexual romp with his brothers.  None of the older bros had “fucked him in the ass.”  Or mouth.
	His Pa had beat his ass a time or two, though.
	Forrest delved into the new thread and found something curious.
	Damn curious.
	And here it is:
	There was a Ma, but she was not the disciplinarian.  That task was the Pa’s.  He was a gruff man, tall, robust, and had a unique method of discipline.  When one of his offspring lied, got caught in a lie, fought too roughly amongst themselves, stayed out passed check in time, didn’t do a chore, didn’t do well in school, something—they got a trip to the woodshed.  Specifically, BEHIND the woodshed, where no one could see…
	Here, the offspring LOWERED his pants (and undies if so inclined to wear such) and placed his hands upon the rock wall surrounding the woodshed.  Then, his bare ass was assaulted.  Firstly, by a strap--two-inches wide, leather, and made a horrendous sound when smacking bare ass flesh.  
	Then, when the ass flesh was blistering red, the boy stomping his ass and cringing, the ultimate assault came—the Pa hauled out his cock and stuffed it up the boy’s hole for several intense minutes that was butt fucking.

	Before you ask, Forrest checked.
	Yep, Jolene got the same business.
	Whether or not Jolene got boned in the ass by her other brothers was unknown, Forrest could find no connection, just the “big strapping farmboy.”
	Her pussy was virginal, though.
	Was.
	She sucked on the head of DJ’s cock, swallowing the whole thang to the base, thrashing her head side to side before gagging and retching.  Her young hands caressed her brother’s ass, her legs flailed about indicating that her cunny was on fire and needed attention.
	No problem—only a few minutes did DJ wrestle his cock inside his sister’s mouth before being command instructed to scoot back down and “put it in her.”
	DJ knew what was meant.  He held back and tried hard not to comply but was overwhelmed and finally found himself with his cock fully inside Jolene’s pussy.
	Jolene, like Jill before her, did not find pleasure from the insertion.  She made lots of distressing noise, clenched her entire body and wept uncontrollably.  DJ concentrated on the fuck and came off in her in under two-minutes.
	Using her own panties, DJ wiped his sister’s pussy clean and then his soiled dick.  A moment was allowed before…

	The “bald man” took Jolene, keeping her on her back but pushing her legs WAY back, his manly manhood pressed hard against her sex and grinded there before slowly it made “headway” into her.  Devin tried to do something but was socked in the stomach and beaten down to lay sprawled on ground in some agony.  The Italian-biker man straddled the boy’s backside, grabbing a holt of his hair and wrenching it back, forcing him to watch as the bald man raped his sister.
	Surprisingly, though, the Bald Man was not very rough, he was forceful, but not rough.  He did make vaginal entry and spew an ungodly amount of personal juices.  His cock, though, was skinny; long and narrow, so its pain infliction was not great.  It stabbed deep into the young girl’s sex, though and caused her some discomfort—and bleeding.
	Devin was beaten by the Italian-biker, then hauled over a fallen log where he was brutally sodomized while continually being beaten about the back and ass.

	After that, the Italian-biker looking dude and Baldy left.  Devin could scarcely move, so he didn’t.  Jolene could barely move but she crawled over to her brother and they huddled for a long time.  When night came, they crawled thru the underbrush and eventually found the gully.  They spent the rest of the night at the new spot they had come to, then they moved down into the gully.  It was deep and steep and choked full of forest debris.  It provided shelter and security.  Like Jack and Jill before them they, too, found the “berries.”  Though delicious, they had a quality about them not liking—they gave you the shits!
	There was a natural spring in the gully, it came and went, pooled and disappeared again.  They spent an entire day hidden in the gully.  They spent the following night there, too.  Jolene was a little scared, Devin displayed no such emotions.  He was more (or less) frightened about how his Pa would react more than anything else.  Even meeting the two (Bastards) would be preferable to meeting up with their Pa; Devin scoffed to himself—he knew his Pa would blame him for getting lost and mistreated by the Bastards, so he’d get taken out behind the woodshed where he’d get his ass beaten and then fucked!
	It seemed kinda ironic, that’s all.
	Then, the two kids moved down the gully as getting in was easier than getting out.  Devin got fantastic beaver shots of his sister’s “beaver” as he tried to help her climb out of the gully, his hands on her ass, his eyes in her ass…
	Mid way down they rested, ate more of the shitty berries, then slept.  When Jolene awoke she found her brother not shitting a motherlode but jerking off.  She didn’t move much to alert him and watched until he stopped, panting and tired—he needed another pair of hands.  He was dirty, grimy, stinking, and horny—very-very horny.
	Jolene watched.
	And watched.
	And watched some more—all the while fingering her own sex.
	Devin smiled his typical goofy smile, then chuckled.
	Jolene giggled, blushed, then sat up on her knees.
	Devin displayed himself more and continued finger-fondling himself until his favored right hand grew tired.

	“Can I give it a try?” Jolene said—none the worse for ware for what had had happened to her—she seemed to be taking it well.  Devin shrugged and opened his legs a bit more and Jolene came to him.  She had been forced to handle her brother’s prong recently (by the Bastards), but secretly she HAD always wanted to see her brother’s dick, to play with it like he did—she spied on him when he thought no one was.
	Gingerly she wrapped her fingers about his stick, squeezing it and sliding her fingers up and down.  Devin liked.  His facial expression was rather stoic	(expressionless)—which was about normal for the boy.  True, Jolene harbored great ill-will against the Bastards who had tormented her and her brother.  She had been raped and sodomized and forced into sexual relations with her brother.  She had been forced to watch her brother being brutally fucked in the ass and beaten.  But she seemed to be taking it well…
	The same went for Devin.  A part of him, a small part, was angry.  Another part of him, a little larger than the latter, was pissed at himself for not being able to help his little sister when she needed him.  Then the larger part was the fear of their Pa.  It would be more than a simple fuck up the ass by the Pa, he’d be beaten to within an inch of his life.
	Devin chose to push those thoughts away and concentrate on Jolene’s doings.  She had been scared and withdrawn—but only for awhile.  After the pain in her cunny and asshole had diminished she was better.  Being raped and sodomized weighed differently on different peoples.  It was a terrible thing to have had happen to her, to her brother.  But those terrible images and thoughts associated with them were dismissed.  
	Not entirely, but put in a place deep and dark and almost inaccessible.  This allowed Jolene to be “Jolene.”  There were lingering reflections of what had happened, but there were regarded as “after images” and were no longer concrete.  Psychologically speaking that was typical of a childhood trauma.
	Devin, though, remembered.  But like Jolene, chose to push the horrible event someplace dark and dank and far away into the recesses of his mind hopefully never to be seen (or thought of) again.
	With that, Jolene kissed the head of DJs cock, then sucked it.

	Once-twice-thrice, that was all, up and down—up and down—up and down—then back up to complete the “job.”  It was distasteful to gross.  Though there was water around, Devin hadn’t properly washed his “naughty bits” and the boy’s cock was kinda displeasing.  Jolene made a disparaging face, shook her head and closed one eye, cocking her face to her hard-up brother.
	“Sorry.” he said with a shrug.

	Jolene let it go, literally.  She sat back on her haunches, her naked ass just an inch or so off of the ground.  DJ continued to toy with his cock and at length got the initiative to move them along.
	Down-down-down the gully they went, picking their naked way along, finding the carcass of  a possum and the skeletal remains of something larger.  Devin took a piss at one point, farted, and began toying with his cock some more.  Jolene squatted to relieve herself and then the two mosied onward.
	At length they grew tired and scrunched themselves up against the side of the gully.  The gully was a washout, a creek generally flowed thru willy-nilly like, but not at that particular time.  It was choked full to the brim with fallen trees that were called “logs”, rocks and general forest debris.  The sides were kinda steep, eight feet in some places, twelve to fifteen feet in others.  It was dark and dank and filled with gnats and other buzzing pesky insects.  There were better places to be…
	As it happened, sometime in their sleep they were awakened.  DJ thought of an animal—a squirrel or wild pig or something.  Whatever it was it was smelly, it reeked; it was worse than the brackish water pools they had come across and even the dead carrion!
	It was pitch dark out and Devin guessed maybe sometime after midnight.  Something (wicked?) topside moved along the edge.  It was far to dark to get any details but it creeped Devin out.  He remained awake long afterwards, finally dropping off shortly before sunrise.

	As the sun came to give light and warmth to the area, Devin James awoke with a raging hard-on.  His thoughts were muddled but centered around the intense feeling he had gotten from screwing his sister.  Sure it was under duress but that didn’t mean it didn’t have to feel bad, either.  He didn’t care for being fucked in the ass, getting doinked by his Pa was one thing, being brutally reamed by someone else was something else!
	He didn’t care, either, for the abuse Jolene had gotten.  That pissed him off more than anything.  He contemplated that, too—why?  Why was he pissed?  Was it because of the mistreatment—or something else?  Did he want to be the first to “tag” her?  
	Jolene moved slightly, sighed and continued sleeping.  In the gully it was semi dark but private.  Though sex was generally not prime on his mind, it had become so.  Carefully he pressed his erection against Jolene’s ass flesh.  The super sensitive head intensified and he knew the ultimate sin was to poke her, go up her butt.  There, too, was the underlying desire to go between her legs—like the first time with the Bastards forcing him.

	He humped.  And humped.  And humped some more.  Soon his humping increased to where he was stabbing his way between Jolene’s cheeks, trying to get at her hole or go between her legs to grind against her taint.  Then, Jolene reached a hand back and pulled a cheek open.
	Devin stared at the naked wonder, his eyes took her nude beauty in.  she was alright, for a kid.  
	“Are you going to do it or not?” she griped.  
	Devin pressed his glistening knob against her puckering hole and began inching it in.  Jolene “clenched” but it was one of those involuntary things she had no control over.  DJ continued, holding his dick at the base with one hand, supporting himself with the other.  Jolene leaned forward more on her side to allow easier access.
	Soon Jolene’s hole gave in.  She had been doinked in the ass by her Pa and by an older brother—her anal muscles gave way and DJ gave in…
	DJ pumped on his side for several minutes before Jolene pulled away.  DJ had been striving to get an orgasm but it wasn’t happening.  His cock was hard as a rock and he had felt the stirrings in his loins, but nothing was happening.
	Jolene squatted nearby and began to pee.
	Devin stared, it kinda turned him on, kinda.  A long steady piss, a fart bubble, and a little more peeing in squirts.  “I couldn’t hold it.” Jolene explained.  She was so pretty, in a homely sort of way.  Devin stroked his organ and Jolene watched.  Then she scooted to him and watched up close and personal like.  Devin caressed her ass and got even harder than he was before!
	Jolene took over the stroking pleasure, kissed the head of it once more and sucked on the head, then stopped and crawled on top of him, pressing her pissy pussy onto his shaft.  There she did grin and grind.  Devin held her at the hips and the two enjoyed several minutes of frolicking before Jolene laid down on him.
	For a moment or two—or three, nothing.  The two sibs enjoyed quiet-peace time—all the while Jolene grinded her sex against her brother’s schlong.  Devin smoothed his hand about Jolene’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and getting NEW feeling seething through his body.  His cock grew and he began fingering her button hole.
	Jolene soon rose her hips up, brother DJ helped.  DJs cock pulsed, throbbed, and glided itself into Jolene’s cunt.  Jolene SLOWLY slid herself down, it was far-far better taking her brother’s prong than it was the Bastards.

	They fucked.  Slowly.  Devin finding just as much pleasure caressing his sister’s ass as he did with his cock in her pussy.  Jolene positioned herself straddling her brother and worked her hips, grimacing a few times as her bro’s prong was big and her cunt small.
	They fucked and fucked and fucked until DJ finally squirted.
	Jolene felt it—she thought at first he was peeing in her.  DJ squirted in dramatic fashion, eyes fluttering, toes crinkling.  It was brief, though, his power surge escalating to supreme heights before plummeting mere seconds later.  It was good, though.  Jolene didn’t derive a lot of “pleasure” out of the deal, her cunny tingled but not much.  She lay on her sweaty brother and dozed off.
	When they awoke some time later they once more picked their way down the gully—eventually coming to the pond at the bottom.
	Jack and Jill joined David and Jolene.
	There was one more to join them.