August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 47
Say No to drugs,
That way you’ll have more time to drink

It’s always darkest just before being pitch black
	Low barely audible “ahs” coupled with slow pumpings.  Sweat (and cum) dripped everywhere.  The air was heavily laden with sex sweat and funk.  Nolan gave one more “ah” and an “oooooh” before pulling out of Krystal’s cunt.  When pulling out Krystal’s Lips” further tantalized his pud, causing him to squirt onto the teen’s sopping wet cunt.  
	His cock pulsed.
	His head throbbed. 
	Sweat drenched him as he had struggled greatly to hold off cumming inside his girlfriend.  But he hadn’t made it.  He fretted slightly as he didn’t want to make her pregnant—they both knew three girls at their junior high who were already pregnant.
	In between “fast” and “slow” Nolan fondled his dick, his sore-aching dick.  There was the intense feeling of the need to fuck some more, a feeling like he had not fully had the full enjoyment of an orgasm out.  Krystal scooted up; frigged her pussy, tugged her lower lip in and watch Nolan play with himself.
	Half an hour after doinking Krystal successfully, and Nolan was still sitting as he was still fondling his dick, Susan put herself on the pile of clothes and opened her legs.  ‘fuck me’ was conveyed and Nolan moved to place himself on her.  The girl herself found his cock and guided it to her sex.
	Nolan, though, shook his head—“I-I don’t think I can do this.” 
	“You have to.” Shaun replied.
	Susan moved her hips up allowing her cunt to swallow Nolan’s cock.  As soon as Susan’s snatch enveloped Nolan’s prick head it was all but a done deal; Nolan automatically sunk himself into the fuckable girl.  She was not overly tight, but not snug, either.  She had been well fucked and Nolan found incredible joy in sinking himself inward.  He trembled all over and found himself going in all the way.

	The feeling of “orgasm” came, and came, and came, and came.  It was almost more than he could stand.  He felt as if though he were cumming a river; he could feel the sensation of his love juice seething through his cock and squirting into the young girl’s pussy.  
	He went the full five minutes, pumping just to pump two minutes after his initial cum spurt.  Turning his head he looked to Kolly, who was next.  There was little Kathy, too—but Nolan had his doubts about sinking his bone into her.  He had major qualms about letting her suck his cock, but he let her and he somehow managed to keep himself from shooting a wad into her mouth as she blew him.
	(there was a slight desire while young Kathy sucked his cock to fuck the girl, but Nolan somehow managed to curb it and bury that notion.)  seeing the little one nude was bad enough, having her slurp his schlong put him over the edge.  Then he watched as the boys, Shaun and Davy, fucked, was sucked on, and reamed the girl’s asshole.
	It was forty-five minutes before Nolan was capable of getting hard again, Kolly indeed took her place, working Nolan’s cock first—with her hand and then sucking it to get it primed and ready.  Nolan felt obliged and “went down” on the girl, licking her pussy and priming himself fully.
	As he fucked, he casually looked back to the opposite end of the closet where disgruntled Amy sat.  Only the head of Amy could be seen, she had completely covered her body up with clothes.  Nolan tuned his attention back to Kolly.
	Screwing a ten year old.  Sure they were cute, some were DAMN cute; many had even better asses than girls his own age.  Some even had better titties!  Many were more mature, too.
	Kolly’s cunt was good, it was snug and loving to his pumping schlong; the girl pumped back and seemed to enjoy the screw.  Nolan knew that he did…

	He still couldn’t bring himself to fool with Kathy.  She sucked his cock and that was that.  He couldn’t even bring himself to lick her pussy!  He watched with some awe of sexual fascination, though, as Shaun and Davy fucked the girl; then Susan and Kolly licked the young girl’s pussy and she did so unto them.
	But not Nolan.
	Only a few other things were left to do…
	Messing with Amy was out, messing with Kathy was apparently out, too.  All that remained was—the boys.

	Nolan had watched from the beginning Shaun and Davy sucking off one another as well as buggering one another.  Nolan felt at severe odds with himself—he couldn’t do it.  Messing with Susan and Kolly was one thing, getting a hummer from a six year old was one thing—having two ten year old boys suck him was quite another.  As was the expected suck off to them!
	“If you don’t,” repeated Shaun, “he’ll tear us up.”
	Nolan struggled, he couldn’t, he just couldn’t.
	“Would it be better if we weren’t watching?”
	Nolan looked to Susan, his eyes rolled as in thinking; then he offered a meager smile and a shrug.  Susan and Kolly turned their backs, Kathy did so, too.  Slowly and semi casually Nolon looked over his shoulder to where non-conformist Amy sat some feet away from them all.  She had completely concealed herself.
	It was just Shaun and Nolan, with standing by—but he didn’t watch.
	The only light source was the light fixture above them.  It cast not a bright white light but a slight yellowish glow.  The young boy went first, on his hands and knees he went to Nolan’s knob and quickly engulfed then gobbled.  Closing his eyes, Nolan enjoyed.  A blowjob was a blowjob was a blowjob.  “you can beat your wife, you can beat your fish, but NOTHING beats a blowjob!”
	Opening his eyes Nolan watched the boy suck, Davy was watching, too.  The boy smiled and Nolan felt a little embarrassed, but the suck job Shaun was doing was pretty good; he sat back and opened his folded legs more to fully enjoy.
	“Time!” said Susan.  Shaun kept sucking a few seconds more sensing that the one he sucked was close to cumming.  He didn’t, though, but it was close.  Quickly Nolan hammered his dong, squeezing his balls and all.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he cried out, “that was good.” he didn’t exactly mean to say so out loud, but couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold it in.
	Shaun sat back giggling and grinning, turning red, smacking his lips.
	Davy stood up, stretching, scratching his butt.
	“Someone ready to go?” asked Susan.
	Nolan rolled his eyes, “Yeah, me, I guess.” and since young Davy was standing up right close by, Nolan just sucked it in and “sucked it in.” he put his hand on the boy’s ass, too.

	Davy turned fully to face his Sucker, pushed more clothes out of the way and semi pumped into the face of the teenager.  The way he was facing he saw poking her head up from the pile of clothes at the end of the closet the hold-out, the troublemaker, the one who was going to regret not joining in and probably would get skinned alive—or cause the rest of the closet inhabitators to suffer.
	After all the sucking—there was one more narly deed left to do.
	Nothing was said but Shaun “assumed” the position.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Amy.  She knew what was up.  Nolan stroked his bone and was close to Shaun’s bared willing ass.
	“Look, bitch, I don’t want to get my ass beat off because of you!” shouted Shaun.  He pulled a cheek and said, “Do it, do me.”
	Nolan looked to the aghast Amy then poked his bone to Shaun’s hole.

	Laying on his side sometime later with his head up against Kolly’s bare hip, the girl turned to where his face (nose/mouth) was at her cunny instead.  She ran her fingers thru his hair and watched as Davy fucked the teen’s ass.
	Glancing at the stopwatch Susan had, “twenty seconds.” 
	Davy pumped faster, his body slapping sweatily against the older boy.  There had been no further “comments” from Amy.  Nolan had already fucked Davy’s asshole and Shaun had taken his turn up Nolan’s rectum.  Amy and Kathy remained.

	“What time is it?” Kolly asked.
	“Four-thirty.” replied Susan, the Keeper of the Stopwatch.
	“PM?”
	“Nope, the other “M””.
	“Christ, how fucking long has it been?” bitched Shaun.
	“Hmmmmm, he put us back in about five, p.m.”
	“Doesn’t he come back to let you out?” asked Krystal.
	“Yeah, usually—I-I guess as soon as we’ve done all that he wants us to do.” returned Shaun dryly.
	Nolan looked to where Amy was still hiding.
	“I don’t understand,” said Krystal, “how does he know when to come back?”
	“I don’t know.” shrugged Susan.
	“He probably has some sort of television somewhere, in another apartment or his car or wherever--”
	“You mean that bastard is watching us!?” blurted Amy.

	“Yeah, we told you that.” stated Shaun.
	“He’s waiting for us all to do what he told us to do.”
	“And if we don’t do it, he’s going to beat the crap out of us with that fucking belt!” almost yelled Kolly.
	“Then why don’t we just bust the fucking closet door down!?” returned Amy with a little anger in her voice, as well.
	“’Cause,” replied Shaun, “he’ll know, he’s watching us--”
	“And if we try something like breaking out he’ll be in on us and use that fucking mind device thingy on us and then beat us!” stated very matter-of-factly and in a pissed voice, Susan.
	“This is a fucking nightmare!” Amy said slamming her balled up fists to the floor.
	“And it’s going to get worse if you don’t join us and do your part.” stated Susan.
	“I’m not having sex with children!” return-stated Amy.
	“Then we’re fucking doomed, bitch!” spouted Kolly.

In the dark, no one can see what you’re actually doing
	“I’m I hurting you?”
	The little wonder almost smiled; she shook head that he wasn’t so it continued.  Kathy lay on Nolan, his cock nicely seated up into her cunny, not all the way but close counts.  His hands held her at her hips, the desire to fuck her brains out was incredible—he had a heck of a time holding back his wild urge.  If it weren’t for the presence of the other kids, Krystal and Amy, too—screwing a semi-willing Kathy Lee would have been easier.  (and better!)
	He went as gently as he could.  Kathy had come to him and after some hugging and cuddling the girl climbed onto his lap and made herself at home.  Wrapping her arms about the teenage hunky boy’s neck she whispered, “It’s alright.”
	Nolan took careful time in gliding his erection up into the child’s pussy.  With his hands on her ass and the head of his cock rubbing against her poon—Nolan had a terrific hard-on!
	Never had Nolan put one thought to screwing a six year old girl!  (let alone a ten year old girl!)  Kathy’s cunt was more snug than Susan and Kolly’s, but they were older and Kathy was younger.  A couple of times Kathy made facial expressions indicating distress; her young body twisted but otherwise it was a juicy good fuck.
	Nolan creamed her.

	As he came, and he came good, Krystal and the others were watching; they had had their backs turned to make it easier for Nolan to fuck the little one, but during the long five minute screw session they all turned to watch.  Nolan could not decipher any expressions from Krystal.  He tried to convey to her, to all of them, that he didn’t like what he was doing.
	He didn’t do a good job; during the last moments of orgasm he jerked hard into Kathy’s quim, “Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!  Oooooh!”
	Blast off!

	“You gotta do ‘er up the butt, too, dude.” whispered Davy.
	It was 6AM.  Nolan’s cock was SORE.  His balls throbbed.  His thighs ached.  He was hungry and had to take a shit in the worst way.  Everyone had to go to the bathroom.  It was surmised that the Master was watching them, waiting for them to complete his requested tasks before coming back and letting them out.
	Kathy couldn’t wait and had peed in the corner of the closet.  The rest were “holding it” but it was agony.  (Amy had also peed where she was)
	At length, Kathy “assumed” the position, on her hands and knees—face down and ass up.  Nolan felt at odds—poking the young girl’s cunny had been the living end.  Screwing her butt hole?  He just couldn’t.
	“What about this door?” he said changing the subject.
	Shaun told Nolan about his handiwork to the door and unsuccessful attempts and dislodging the cylinder lock.  Nolan gave it a try along with trying to cut the slats which were not wooden but actually metal.  The door, too, was metal, just painted to LOOK like wood.  Nolan, though, was confused as to why then there was “wood” surrounding the cylinder lock?
	With the multi tool, fingernail clippers, and dire extreme will, Nolan picked and picked at the lock until finally managing to free it.  It popped out and fell to the wooden floor.  Quickly Nolan and Shaun pushed on the door—only to find that it was still LOCKED!
	“No way!” yelled Shaun.
	“What the fuck!?” queried Davy.
	Nolan rattled the door, pushing and pulling, working his finger into the hole where the lock had been.  Susan pulled out of one of the pockets of the many jackets hanging in the closet a small mini flashlight.  It revealed that the hole was a smooth round hole—and nothing more.  The lock locked nothing.  It was a ruse.
	“We’re doomed.” concluded Davy, he picked up the lock and stared at the hole it had come out of.  
	“Oh shit!” blurted Shaun suddenly realizing.

	“What?” asked Susan.
	“The fucker.” then, “it was a test.”
	“Whattya mean?” said Kolly anxiously.
	“He means that that guy put it here to see if we’d mess with it, and we did.”
	“We’re doomed.”
	“Shut up!” bitched Shaun.
	The hole the lock had come out of was a mess.  There was no way to fix it, besides—if what the kids concluded about the security dome thing in the closet corner, the Master already knew what they had been doing.

	Beside him Shaun whacked himself; fondled his balls and squeezed his dick furiously; Davy humped on Kolly’s ass; Susan sat back against the narrow wall friggin’ herself all the while Nolan moved his pud in and out of Kathy’s six year old asshole.
	He didn’t make full anal entry, but close counts.  He had gone down on the girl’s offered pooter, licking and applying spittle.  Susan and Kolly sucked Nolan’s teenage dick before he himself summoned up his courage and did the dirty deed.
	His nostrils flared as he breathed hard putting it to the young girl.  His hands gripped her hips as he made his way in and out, thrusting slowly and not going in all the way.  Occasionally he would turn his head just so to see if Amy was watching, and to cast a glance up to the security thing.
	Nolan made the five minute mark, pumped a little more to get the “feeling” of orgasm satiated, then sat back.  He was done.  Every hole he had pluged, most he had cum in.  he had been sucked and fucked up the ass.  His part was over with—save for the hold out, Amy.
	Shaun and Davy took their turns screwing Krystal, she went at the ordeal with a little more “ok” about it, sucked the boys and masturbated them along with guided them into her backdoor.  The tonguing of Susan and Kolly, though, was a toughie.  But she did it—to get it over with.  With the girls licking HER cunny, though, Nolan saw some sort of delight in her face—mostly it was her liking of being licked…
	Afterwards there was naught to do but wait.
	So they waited.
	And waited.
	And waited some more.
	At 10:30 (AM) Amy stirred and moved slowly towards the lightly dozing Nolan.  Shaun opened his eyes, he was hungry, thirsty, and his dick hurt.

	“He will really beat us?  All of us?” Amy asked.
	“Yeah, his psycho, splint pernalities, goes off without notice.”
	“Split personalities?  He’s schizophrenic?”
	“Yeah, that--”
	“And he’ll beat the hell out of us.” added in Davy.
	Nolan said nothing.  Amy had found something of a shawl to keep herself “covered.”
	“Ok.” she said, “but not here, back there.”
	“We cant, we have to be “seen” doing it.” Susan butted in waking up.
	Amy hung her head, shaking it.  “This is fucked up.”
	“Yeah, totally.” said Shaun, “But if we do what that fucker wants then--”
	“What?  You really think that psycho will let us go?”
	There was silence after that—then someone farted.

	From going to where he merely fantasized about getting a blowjob to getting as many as he could stand was something.  He figured that with his pleasing looks he’d eventually get laid before entering high school.  He never thought he’d be boffing girls like Krystal or Amy—especially like Susan and Kolly—and definitely not like Kathy.
	He didn’t want to think about Shaun or Davy.
	Amy went down on him, sucking his cock fully.  She was peeved in some ways, the whole sordid situation was—as in her words, “fucked up.”  She didn’t overly like Krystal, Krystal was a year younger but more popular than she.  Kystal was also more well liked by the boys in the upper grade including Nolan!  
	With Shaun, Susan, Kolly, David, Kathy, and Krystal facing the wall and not watching—Amy relented and bobbed on Nolan’s knob.  Nolan somehow managed to keep his hands to himself and not roam thru Amy’s hair.  She made slurping sounds and her ass was pointed right up to the security viewer.  She sucked and sucked and slurped and slurped, she was good—but Susan had been better.
	“Time!” announced Susan.
	Amy didn’t stop immediately but kept sucking.  Which was okay by Nolan.  He himself began humping and then did finally roam a hand thru her hair; which set Amy off.
	“What the fuck you doing!?” she shouted.
	Nolan panicked—he couldn’t say anything and was like the “deer in the headlights.”

	“You’re not supposed to enjoy it!” she bitched and scooted back to the back of the closet.
	“We’re doomed.” said Davy.

	Nothing more happened until 11:30.
	At 11:30 (AM) the sound of a door was heard.
	The Master made his appearance.  No one was with him.  He came to the closet door and had in his hand an EMAD, the one he had been using all along.  Opening the door he said, “Out.”  As the kids all filed out they felt a sudden strange electrical sensation swath over them.  It made them twitch and convulse some but not too badly—just enough to let them know who was in control.
	All of them had peed with Kathy shitting herself.  Some of the clothing pile had been used to clean her and cover up where she had pooped.  The rest of the gang were in dire need.
	“Go.” the Master told them; by his mono toned voice it was clear that he was not in a good mood.
	Everyone stood in the bathroom, lined up while one at a time someone sat on the toilet to do what they needed to do.  Kathy was placed into the shower and when the first toilet user had finished, Susan, Kathy was joined by her for a mutual showering.
	Davy and Shaun followed.
	After Kolly, she stood by while a greatly embarrassed Nolan took a massive shit.  He farted greatly and funked up the room just as greatly.  A guy thing.  When he was done, the gang in the shower got out and dried each other off.  Amy was disgusted, she tried not to watch but an angry glare from the Master put her eyes back onto the dangling and hard wares of Shaun and Davy, and Nolan…

	With the bathroom duty done and done, the gang was moved to the kitchen.  Part of the gang, the second gang—Nolan, Krystal, Amy, were put on their stomachs in the bedroom.  “Don’t move.” they were told.
	In the kitchen there was a new air of—being unsure.the kids were fed (and watered) then marched back to the bedroom.  
	“Get up.” the Master told the teens.  They did, and the little kids laid down on their stomachs.
	The teens were marched into the kitchen and THEY were taken care of.  The Master said nothing but it was strongly felt that he was pissed.  The teens ate their sandwiches, salad, and chips without a word.  Waiting…

	In the bedroom, Shaun held Susan’s hand.
	“I think we’re in for it.” 
	Susan nodded laying with her pretty head on other hand.
	Nothing more was said; Kolly was sobbing, Kathy played a raveling on the carpet, David stared at Kolly wishing he had some words to say that would make her more at ease.
	The nude teens ambled back into the bedroom.
	“Stand up.” 
	The kids stood and were directed further to get up against the wall.
	The Master held up the Device and pressed some buttons.
	Nolan, Krystal, and Amy fell to the floor to wriggle and thrash about as if they were being horribly electrified.  And they were, via their mind.  And the more they struggled the worse it was for them.
	The Master shut off the Device and the teens rolled in some agony until the effects wore off completely.
	The Master made more button pushings on the Device, Nolan seemed to be the only one not effected; Krystal and Amy seemed to go rigid.  
	“Against the bed.” Nolan was directed.
	Nolan knew what was coming.  So did everyone else.
	The Master then stripped off his clothes and stepped up behind Nolan.  The teen was caressed, all over—up his sides, his ass, down between his legs.  The Master’s cock had been dangling and non-hard until the caressing of Nolan had taken place.  With the boner, Nolan was pushed to his knees.
	“Suck me.”
	Nolan closed his eyes.  Slurping schlong of Shaun and Davy was one thing, giving head to a grown man was just gross.  But there was no “choice” given and Nolan gobbled dong.
	As Nolan gobbled he placed his hands onto the man’s ass.  Those who watched, especially his two teenage friends, were aghast and awed—but Nolan had been commanded to via a mere whisper than no one heard.
	“Has it been five minutes?” asked the nude man to Susan.
	Susan pursed her lips and gulped, “The-the stop watch is in the closet.” she didn’t know she was supposed to keep it with her.
	“It’s okay, just asking.  ‘Do you think its been about five minutes?’”
	Susan and Shaun nodded.
	The Master pulled out of Nolan’s mouth, turned him around and whispered, “pull your cheeks open.”
	Nolan did so and was promptly fucked up the butt horrendously for a little more than five minutes.

	It was all poor Nolan could do to hang onto the bed while the Master fucked him.  The Master did a “reach around” and jerked Nolan’s gherkin, forced the boy to “hump” the side of the bed before pulling out.  The boy rubbed his ass and fingered his asshole while the Master in a sort of fit of rage marched to Krystal and made her suck.
	Krystal tried to fend of the man and his hellish funky reeking cock but was slapped in the face instead.  The man grabbed a holt of her hair and held it to where it nearly was ripped from her skull—then jammed his fuck stick into her mouth.
	Amy tried to do something—but some unknown force held her firm and she could only watch.
	“We’re doomed, told ya, we’re all fucking doomed!” whispered Davy.
	Shaun and Susan nodded.  Kolly held Kathy, closing her eyes.  it was a nightmare, a bloody fucking nightmare.

	Assholes.  The Master seemed only interested in assholes.  And after plunging his fuck stick into someone’s asshole, he jammed it into someone’s gullet!  After Nolan, terrified Krystal was pressed against the bed and fucked in the ass just as hard and dramatic as Nolan had been.  The man fingered the girl’s pussy and then manhandled her breasts, tweaking the nipples hard until she cried out in anguish.
	When he was done fucking her asshole, he positioned himself before Amy and drove every inch of his 7-inch member into her mouth, down her throat.  He fucked and fucked; tightened his fingers into her auburn hair and very nearly choked her.
	Then it was her OTHER hole that was assaulted.
	The man managed to cum in Amy’s hole, for a ‘mouth hole’ he returned himself to Nolan he promptly retched and gagged and hurled his lunch.

	An hour was spent in the shower.  The Master showered with Nolan by himself, fucked the teen in the ass and during the rinsing made the boy suck him.
	When Amy and Krystal joined in and the frivolities of spanking and buggering took place, Susan gouged Shaun in the ribs.  “Hey, look.”
	“What?”
	“Over there, on the table.”
	Shaun looked to where she was indicating.
	The Device!

	“No way, Suze!” Shaun said grabbing his girl’s elbow.  She made a lean, trying to see into the bathroom and the progress within, then focused her eyes back onto the nightstand and the EMAD.
	“He’ll fucking kill you!”
	“Not if I get that device thingy!”
	“You don’t know how to work it!”
	“No, but he don’t know that.”
	“You going to try and fake him out?”
	“Well, maybe—maybe I’ll just break the damn thing!”
	Shaun kinda liked that idea, but he didn’t know if Susan was strong enough to snap the thing.  “It might be made out of something you cant break.”
	“I’ll hide it.” Susan declared.
	“Bullshit, where you gonna hide it?  This is HIS fucking place, he’ll tear it apart and you with it!”
	Susan pursed her lips and rethought the situation over.

	On the bed the teenage girl Amy grunted.  Her bodacious teenage B-size titties jiggled as the Master took her to new heights of orgasmic bliss.  Her cunny was completely filled with the man enormous prong.  When at last the Master came, he took his time pulling out.  A huge mess there was, Amy’s eyes fluttered and her mouth wavered.  The man’s massive cock eased out and then laid on her pussy for a moment or two, then he moved off to lay on his side.
	“Lick her pussy—clean.” the Master told Krystal.  Krystal paused a moment and then moved to get on the floor on her knees,
	“No, just sit on her face and go down on her that way.” 
	Krystal understood, she even knew that it was a numbered position; casually she wondered if there were sixty-eight “other” positions.  Well, a few anyways…
	As Krystal noshed cum laden pussy, Nolan noshed cum laden cock.

	Pulling the cheek open the Master looked cheekily to the lined up kids who were finally allowed to sit down.  Shaun and Davy looked right to Krystal’s asshole—this after the two teens turned about so as Krystal’s business end could be seen.  The kids had watched for several minutes (five?)) as Krystal licked out Amy’s cunt, licking it clean of cum.  Then the two didn’t switch top/bottom but maintained their current 69ing position and just swung around.
	Nolon sucked and sucked and sucked; hammering his cock as he did so.  Shaun and Davy were hammering their young puds, too.  The girls held hands and waited.  They didn’t know what fate was to befall them, but they it would be something and it wouldn’t be too good.
	The Master smacked Krystal’s ass—then pushed cocksucking Nolan aside and stuffed the teen’s crapper for a nice long prolonged butt fuck.  Nolan continued masturbating and was eventually told to go around and “fuck”.  Nolan seemed readily agreeable to that.
	“and don’t pull out until you cum.”
	Nolan nodded and stuffed himself into Amy’s cunt and went to fucking with reverence.  Susan slipped a free hand to Shaun’s prong and wanked him as he was in great need.
	“Can you suck it?” Shaun asked politely, his need was greater than any simple handjob could provide.  Susan grinned and as the Master seemed overly occupied with his screwing of Krystal’s ass, she went down and sucked Shaun.  On the sly, too, Kolly turned to her side some and allowed Davy to poke her ass.  Kathy continued playing with carpet ravelings.

	The Master slumped to the floor.  Exhausted.  Spent.  Drained.
	From Krystal’s funk hole an incredible amount of spunk matter there was, all oozing out of her shit hole.  Gobs of the cum dripped onto the hapless Amy.
	“Come—here, turd.” the Master said out of breath.
	Instantly Davy stood up, but Shaun and Susan pulled him back down, “Not you, douche bag!” chastised Shaun to his friend.
	“Fuck you, turd!” replied Davy.
	“I’m not turd, YOU’RE Turd!”
	“SHUT UP!” bitched the Master.
	The kids all threw their shoulders back against the wall.  Nolan crawled over with a severely aching schlong, cum dripped from his cock and just couldn’t handle fucking another hole.
	He didn’t have to, thankfully.
	“Lick it,” he was told by the Master, “lick it clean.”

	At 2PM the entire group was returned to the interior of the closet.
	“You have until midnight to do everything.”
	The Master brought the ice chest and goodie bag back.  Along with the scooting in of a porta-potty.  
	“Midnight.” he said with a serious tone to his voice.  Then he closed the door…
**

The end is near
	“So, like we got to do it all over again?”
	“Yep.” Shaun nodded.
	Amy sighed.  “Fuck.”
	“I-I don’t know if I can do any more.” Logan fondled his cock, it was incredibly sore.  Never in his life did he think he would be screwing so much.  Surely at least once or twice before high school, but this was ridiculous!
	“I don’t know what he will do to us if we don--”
	“Okay, okay, I fucking like get it!” shouted angrily Amy.  She moved to Shaun, brushing her long straight hair back over her ears and gobbled him.  She made no bones about it (sorry) and sucked his willy wholly and fully and everything else.  She fondled his balls and ass as she sucked and did so so fastly that it took Susan off guard who had to scramble to find the stopwatch to get it going.
	“That’s five!” Susan finally said.
	Amy immediately stopped.
	Nolan and Davy had boners.
	Kathy farted.

	With the boys gobbled on, the boys (happily) too their turns on Amy—immediately taking liberties of stuffing her gash afterwards followed by a joyous butt fucking.
	Susan, Kolly, and Krystal had their turns; cunt munching.
	Amy did so unto them and then…
	The boys sucked one another then poked one another in the ass.  They, too, humped the beejeezus out of the girls—including a semi reluctant Amy.  
	All manners of “positions” had been done; the girls to girls, the boys to boys, the girls to boys, and the boys to the girls.  All holes filled, some even with cum!  Hands had fondled the wares of the others—boys and girls alike.  They had spanked one another, kissed, and double teamed as much as possible.
	They were all “done” by 11:20.
	They went to sleep thereafter, with an occasional usage of the porta-potty thing.  Promptly at 6AM the Master returned.

	Routine.  A shower, kitchen, living, bedroom.
	Amy showered with Shaun and Davy; it was Amy lathering up the boys and the boys lathering up her.  When all lathered, Shaun stuffed Amy’s backdoor while Amy masturbated Davy.  Then they switched.
	During the rinse off, Amy sucked the boys both.
	Outside the shower Amy dried the boys off and they her.
	The rest of the gang watched and waited their turn.
	
	When all had been bathed and fed and entertained, it was back to the bedroom.  In the closet went the kids.  The Master stripped off his clothes and with his EMAD put the teens in his optimum control.  Amy and Krystal laid out on the floor while a belt was used to strap Nolon.  Not very hard were the smacks, but they made everyone flinch just the same.  When Nolan’s ass was nice and red, the boy went onto his hands and knees, face down—ass up.
	No spittle, no cock grease, no pre-lube to the fresh clean funk hole—it was a simple plunging inward for a seven minute butt fuck.  When the Master pulled out he jerked Nolan around and shoved his meat stick into the boy’s mouth.
	When the deed was done, Nolan lay curled up by the nightstand withering in some agony.  Krystal was “positioned” and fucked for over eight minutes!  As to what hole she was being fucked wasn’t clear, she was facing the wrong way.
	When it was Amy’s turn the girl got to lay on her backside, holding her own legs back as the man slammed his bone into her cornhole.  At the four minute mark he pulled out and went into her cunny to fuck for three more minutes.
	Then, back to the shower where Nolan screwed the girls while lathered and rinsing off.  Afterwards, the Master showered by himself.  Back in the living room the kids were handed their clothes—minus underwear.  The kids dressed and then were marched out of the bedroom.  A door was heard and that was that.

	“Are we supposed to DO anything?”
	“He didn’t say.”
	“Shit.”
	“Are you sure he didn’t say anything?”
	Susan looked to Shaun and Kolly who were quizzing,
	“Nope, he got those others dressed and left.  Didn’t say a word to us.”
	“Whaddya think he’s doing with them?” asked Davy.

	“I don’t want to know.” Susan declared slinking back to her corner of the closet.
	“Maybe we ought to do something.” drawled Shaun.
	“YOU just want to fuck!” Susan shot dryly.
	“No, it’s not that, I’m just thinking--” then, frustrated, “screw it, skip it, get your ass beat, I don’t give a shit!” he then scooted off to the other end of the closet and sulked.
	“We’re doomed…” mouthed Davy.

	At 8PM the Master returned.  His clothes were grubby and he looked disheveled and unkempt.  In the bedroom he peeled out of his clothes, tossing car keys and the Device onto the bed.  He then moved to the bathroom where he showered for half an hour.
	“Listen,” Shaun said, “I think something’s up and we’re in for trouble.”
	“Whaddya mean?” Davy asked.
	“He’s whacked,--”
	“We already know that,” snapped Susan to Shaun.  Shaun glared at Susan.
	“I think we’re in serious trouble,--”
	“Like what?”
	“I don’t know, but I think when he messes with us, and he will—probably in a few minutes when he’s done with his shower, one of us ought to try and make a break for it.”
	“Are you fucking nuts!” almost shrieked Susan.
	“LISTEN!  HE’S the one fucking nuts, I don’t think we’re in for just a simple spank and fuck.  I got a feeling he’s going to be worse to us.”
	“But ‘break and run?’  There’s no way.”
	“Maybe, but maybe if one of us can grab that fucking Device thingy, hold it against him--”
	“You mean USE IT AGAINST HIM?”
	“Nah, we’d fuck it up for sure trying to figure it out, but just having it instead of him might help.”
	“Drop the thing in the toilet, or hide it--”
	“That’d only piss him off and he’d beat the shit out of us.”
	“Yeah…”
	“But we gotta--”
	“SHHHH, here he comes!”

	The door opened and the kids were ushered out.  They lined up against the bed.  The Master got behind them and fondled/caressed each one.  
	“You all been good?” he asked.
	‘Fuck!’
	‘Shit, he knows something.’
	‘We’re doomed…’
	Shaun was turned around and the Master “went down on him.”  While he sucked Susan gently pushed Kolly, pushing her into Davy.  Kolly watched then as Susan on the sly plucked the Minding Device.  What she actually did with it Kolly missed as the Master distracted her.
	The Master, Dusty Shoes, had turned Shaun around, bent him over—and promptly stuffed himself into the young man for a nice long prolonged butt fuck.  When it was over the boy fell away cringing, holding his dick and ass.  Kolly was grabbed and pushed to her knees, “Suck my balls.” she was told firmly by the Master.
	Kolly obeyed and the Master smacked her ass as she did so.
	“Where’d you put it?” Davy asked in a bare whisper.
	“I’ll put it up your ass if you don’t shut up!”
	Kolly coughed as she suckled the Master’s balls, he reached over and smacked Davy’s ass, caressed Susan’s.  Susan leaned over on the bed and the Master slipped his finger into the girl’s kinda willing hole.  
	At length the Master stood.  He fondled his gangly massive prick, Kolly and Susan remained as they were, Davy, too.  
	“Against the bed.” they were told.  Shaun crawled up and pressed himself against the bed.  ‘Here it comes.’
	The rest complied as well.
	“Heads down.”
	‘Oh shit.’
	‘Fuck.’
	‘We’re doomed…’
	With their heads down they were told to stared at the wall, the headboard of the bed.  When doing so the man entered the closet.  A lot of noise was being made in the closet.
	“We are SOOO fucking doomed.”
	“Shut up, Turd!” Kolly bitched.
	The kids all lay shoulder-to-shoulder, holding hands and waiting.
	They didn’t have to wait long…

*

The end is nearer
	The item went DEEP into the boy’s hole, he grimaced and clung to the bedding feeling his entire body rejecting the intrusion.
	“If you poop it out,” said the Master, “I’ll rip the hide right offa you.” then, “got it?”
	Shaun indeed “got it.”  up his ass was 6-inches of flashlight, the one someone had swiped and used in the closet.  It was metal, used two double-AA batteries, and was an unbendable six inches long.  Every inch of it was up Shaun’s rectum and it was most definitely uncomfortable.  He struggled to keep his hole from automatically pushing the object out; having his “hide” ripped off of him would be even MORE uncomfortable.
	Fingernail clippers went into Davy.
	On the bed was tossed the lock cylinder.  It was brass, two inches long, half that in diameter.  Up into Kolly’s bung hole it went…
 	The multi-tool went into Susan who needed her ass spanked to make her comply.  The girl withered against the bed struggling to maintain herself with a 7-inch metal multi-tool set up her ass.
	The kids were ordered to sit up on their knees.  When they had done so, they were directed to watch the television.  The screen flickered to life and there were the children in the closet—picking at the lock, going thru the pockets, holding the items they had gotten from the bedroom nightstand that were now embedded up their ass.
	A new scene came to the screen, it was some others—kids about ten to twelve—girls and boys.  They were all naked, the Master was there, and the kids were being abused with an iron.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Susan.
	“Jesus!” exclaimed Davy.
	“Oh fuck!” Shaun said.
	“We’re doomed…”
	The set was switched off.
	“So what’ll it be, for your punishment?” the nude man slowly masturbated as if in thought.  All Shaun could think of was what had happened to the others, Amy, Krystal, Nolan?
	Kolly lost it and began to cry.
	“A simple spanking—with my hands, belt, a switch?”
	“An iron?  A metal strap?  A piece of wood?”
	“A book?  Garden hose?  A car’s fan belt?”
	The kids gulped and sweated profusely as they thought of each of the mentioned items.
	“When I was a kid,” said the Master, “I was beaten with those items, even some of them by my priest!”  he sat on the opposite corner of the bed dragging a horrified naked Kathy onto the bed.  Laying her down on her backside he locked her ankles and raised her legs.  Staring down at her his cock grew.  Slowly his dark mysterious fucked up eyes looked to each of the others.
	“I’m very disappointed in you; I give you a place to stay, feed you, entertain you, and you do this to me!?”
	‘We are SOOOO fucking doomed!’
	The Master crawled onto the bed, opening Kathy’s legs.  He was going to fuck her brains out.  As the young girl squirmed and squealed, she was slapped in the face and then on the cuff of her ass.  “Settle down, bitch, or I’ll iron your ass!” his head began to twitch, sweat poured off of him and he moved to push his massive cock to the six year old’s cunt.
	“LEAVE HER ALONE!” shouted suddenly Susan.  The girl stood up holding the EMAD device in her outstretched trembling hands.
	“Put that down,” the Master said strangely calmly, “you don’t know how that works or what it does.  You can injure your friends.”
	“FUCK YOU!” shouted Susan, “I don’t fucking believe you!” and she started backing up—making for the bedroom door.
	Kathy kicked her way up the bed and then off and then under.
	Shaun stood looking both to his amazing babe and the fucked up Master.  Davy and Kolly ducked down to the floor, cuddling one another.
	“You don’t know what that does,” continued the man.
	“Piss off, asswipe!” shouted Shaun and he stepped toward Susan.
	“You’re going to regret this.”
	“I don’t think so, dipshit!”
	Shaun was amazed at his babe’s words.  It was a side of her he hadn’t known.  Of course, he had only known since they had been bound together in the nightmarish hell they shared.
	“Step any closer and I’ll zap your sorry ass!” 
	“I don’t think so,” the Master said as he moved off of the bed and stood at the end of the bed.  “You don’t even have it turned on.”
	“I’ll break the son-of-a-bitch, then!” bellowed back the frighten girl, she stepped backwards and knew where the wall was; she swung the Device to the wall—there was a noticeable reaction from the nude man.
	“You don’t know what you’re doing, you break that or anything and you’ll only fuck yourself up, and the others.”

 	“Bullshit!” yelled Shaun.
	“Yeah, you’re just lying you sack of fucking crud!”
	The Master shook his head, “Put the Device on the floor, and we’ll end this.”
	“It ends NOW!” yelled Susan and she bang-slapped the Device to the wall.
	Nothing happened.
	Then, there was an ear piercing whine in the kids’ ears.
	Susan and Shaun looked to the Device.  It was still in one piece.  The whine in their ears was not bad, just annoying.
	Suddenly there was commotion.
	Turning their attention back to the bed, the Master had grabbed up little Kathy, holding her upside down with his knee to her head pressing it against the wooden footboard.
	“PUT—THE—DEVICE—DOWN!”
	Shaun looked to his babe.  “We’re fucked.”
	“We’re doomed.” she replied.

	Susan sat on her knees, reeling in extreme duress as the TV remote was lodged snuggly up her asshole.  The Device would have went IN but it had square edges.  A portion of the rounded end of the remote was crammed up Susan crap chute.  To say it was uncomfortable was an understatement.
	As Susan struggled to maintain the “item” up her ass, the Master went on with his assault to young Kathy; he didn’t make full vaginal entry into the hapless child—but close counts.  The HEAD of his massive fuck tool went in, followed by an inch of his dynamic shaft.  He then did so infacto pump to his delight until spewing a lovely wad of hot sticky cum—of which he made the tormented Susan lick clean.
	Shaun had the task of sucking clean the Master’s cock…

**

	On the porta-potty, one by one the kids pooped out the items that were not naturally present in an anal tract.  Afterwards, they were fed and watched cartoons for two hours, played video games for another two hours.  When one had to go to the bathroom they were allowed to do so on their own.
	Then it was back to the bedroom where they watched on the big TV kids their age, younger, and older being beaten with a garden hose and burned by an iron.
	“They pissed me off, too.” the Master said.

	“Will do whatever you say,” said Shaun, “whatever you want.”
	“Damn straight you will.” quipped the Master.  From out of the second closet he pulled out a plastic bag.  From within it he began tossing out clothes.  Their OWN clothes.
	“Get dressed.” minus their underwear…
	The Master dressed himself then went out of the bedroom while the kids continued.
	“Wait.” said Shaun.
	“What?  What is it?” asked Susan.
	“The others, Amy and Krystal, Nolan…”
	“Oh crud,” said Davy, yeah, that’s right!”
	“What’s right?  What?  What?” asked Kolly desperately.
	“The others got dressed and then left.  They didn’t come back.”
	Kolly lost it.  She fell to her knees and cuddled up.
	“What the fucks with her?” asked the Master as he made a sudden return.
	“She thinks you’re gonna kill us, like you did the others.”
	“Oh.” only this and nothing more!

	The EMAD was used on the kids, they knew it—they felt the sudden strange overwhelming sensation envelope them.  They heard “commands” given and had no choice whatsoever to obey.  That eliminated any possible chance of “bolting” as soon as they were outside and in the clear.
	Out to the kitchen and then the kitchen door.
	It was dark outside with no lights anywhere.  
	There were some metal stairs, “Go slowly.” They were told.  The Master carried Kathy.  At the bottom of the stairs, “Go forward.”  Shaun led the way with Susan and Kolly in the middle, Davy in the rear.  It felt good to be out and in the air, but the feeling of freedom was mysterious and elusive.  With the power of the EMAD about them—there was no escape.  None.
	They were herded into a van that just seemed to “suddenly” appear before them; Shaun didn’t see the vehicle as the environment was so dark and the van was painted black.  Once inside the kids’ hands and feet were tied with rope and a gag went about their faces along with a blindfold.
	“Not a peep, not a stir.  Got it?”
	The kids nodded.  The van door was eased shut and locked.  Moments later there was another door heard opening and shutting (cab) and the van started to life.

	‘He’s taking us someplace to kill us, or dump our bodies.’ Shaun thought AND knew.  The power of the EMAD was no longer on him, or the others—which was why they had been tied up so.  The van moved slowly at first, then a little faster—stopped, went over some railroad tracks, then slowly for several minutes before making a huge sweeping turn that also went up an incline.  Once the van straightened out there was speed.
	During that time Shaun had managed to roll his body to Susan’s head and work her blindfold off, it wasn’t on too tight anyways.  Susan did likewise to him and the two lay to one another.  It was dark in the van where they were and took a LONG time before Shaun’s eyes could adjust enough to see.  
	It was a box.  The cabin area where the driver and passenger sat was sealed off.  There were no doors (or windows) that Shaun could see or make out.  
	He did notice one thing, though—
	“Kathy’s missing.”
	Susan sat up.  The gag in her mouth wasn’t tight, either, and with little effort she, like Shaun, worked it loose enough to talk.
	“He’s got her probably.”
	“Insurance.”
	“What?”
	“Insurance, he’s got Kathy with him so we’ll be good and not do anything.”
	“Asshole.”
	Shaun nodded, “Yep.”
	The van made a sharp deviation from the norm, speed decreased and then was floored.
	“Fuck,” mouthed Shaun, “he drives like my maniac dad.”
	Though the interior “box” of the van was insulated well, Shaun could hear a big rig truck and it’s air horn.  The van didn’t decrease its speed for a long time.  Then when it did it made another long sweeping turn that was another incline.  When it straightened out the van slowed dramatically, then came to an almost stop.  There was a turn and Shaun believed they had been on the freeway and had currently turned onto a new road.
	“I gotta go to the bathroom.” whispered Susan.
	“Hold it,” said Shaun back to her, “shit on his fucking dick the next time he goes up you.”
	Susan giggled and fell into the boy as the van hit a stretch of rough road.  It slowed, turned, sped up, slowed again, turned again, went over something very loud, then came to a stop.

	“Shit, this is it.” Shaun said.  Both made great efforts to put the gags and blindfolds back in place; then lay down and wait.
	Nothing.
	They heard the driver’s door open and shut.  But nothing more followed.  They waited.  And waited.  Susan peed herself, she couldn’t help it.  Shaun felt the need to do something more than pee…
	After a long while Shaun made efforts to work the blindfold and gag off again.  With his teeth he pulled Susan’s blindfold up and her gag out of her mouth.
	Though they were able to speak, neither did.  Someone farted.
	Shaun tried counting, trying to determine the length of time.
	He didn’t make it, the pressure in his bowels increased and a pesky bubble fart soiled his cheeks.  “Damn.”
	“What?”
	“Nothing.”
	“You think he’s killed her?”
	“Kathy?”
	“Who else?”
	“Yeah, probably.”
	“We’re next.”
	“Probably.”
	The van door suddenly opened and chilled night air filled the small enclosure.  Some people were being pushed in—familiar peoples.  Amy, Krystal, and Nolan.
	The door was reshut and moments later they were on their way again.

***

And now for something completely different…
	More driving—lots more driving.  The road driven didn’t seem to be paved, not a regular road Shaun thought.  Davy believed they were on a dirt road.
	After a long drive the van once more came to a stop.  Moments later and the door to the enclosed box inside the van opened.  Blindfolds and gags were removed along with Shaun.
	The boys pants were pulled down and he was moved a little ways to where he was allowed to pee.  He had messed his cheeks and was bent over to be cleaned.  His feet were unties and the pants were removed and rinsed with water from a spigot.  
	A campsite.  Remote locale.  High elevation…

	Kolly came out of the van nextly.  While she was being tended to, Shaun got a better look at their surroundings, and the van.  The van was black, all black, not shiny black but dull.  No chrome, mag wheels, tinted windows.  It was a LONG van, longer than most with a dual set of wheels in the rear.
	The remote locale had at least one campsite but Shaun could see others—but not close.  The air was cool but not cold, he guessed it would be cooler (colder) come nightfall.  The thought crossed his mind that when it got dark or sometime—he and the others would be abandoned.
	“If you run, you’ll regret it.  Got it?”
	Davy nodded.  They all nodded.
	All the kids had been removed from the van and their feet undone so as their clothing could be taken down and off so as their messed cheeks and other could be cleaned.
	That went for the teenagers, too.
	When done with that, the Master started up a fire.
	From another door in the van just behind the passenger door the man retrieved a large ice chest and some boxes of goodies.  
	“Do you want some help?” asked Krystal.
	Dusty looked at her, “Be good.” he said.
	“I will.”
	Dusty undid her wrists and strangely, though she was without her pants, she still wore her top!  
	“I-I can help, too.” said Nolan.
	“No,” said Dusty, “one at a time.  Sorry.” he wasn’t that trusting.
	Krystal helped with the setting of the rustic picnic table.  Shaun was a little curious about how it was going to play out. ‘We going to eat with our feet?’ although, he did have a cousin who was born without arms and DID eat with his feet.  But Shaun had arms, and hands…
	When the burgers and hot dogs were done, one at a time the captives were taken to the table—their feet were re-tied but their hands were re-secured.
	Ah.
	Kathy, too, was present; she had been in the cab of the van, naked, asleep.  She was placed with the others at the table and everyone munched.  When done, Krystal helped the cleanup while the rest took seat around the campfire.
	There were no campfire songs sung, no talking whatsoever.  The fire crackled, the environment darkened, someone farted.

	When the air did finally turn nippy and the hot chocolate had warmed everyone to the point of being warm and sleepy—it was time to retire.  Back inside the van they were re-herded.  A vent was opened in the ceiling of the custom box and some hidden vents were opened, too.  The porta-potty they had used during the closet confinement was back for their use again.
	The kids all were unsecured.  Little Kathy was the only one not among them, the Master kept her—as insurance of no funny business by the others.  The kids’ attention was directed to the corners of the box enclosure, more security domes.
	“I’ll be watching.” 
	The kids sighed and the door was shut.
	“Is that fuck ever gonna let us go?” Davy wondered allowed.
	“I don’t think so,” said Susan, “he’s toying with us.”
	“We’re probably going to get released, but…”
	“But what?” asked Susan.
	“We might be dead.”
	Their voices fell silent.  Kolly curled up in a corner, Davy curled up with her, facing her.  Susan sat up on her butt, thinking.  Shaun was ansy, his penis ached and he knew asking for Susan to let him doink her was out.  He dared not even masturbate!
	Amy resolved to curl up, Krystal remained sitting up shoulder to shoulder to Nolan.  At length young Shaun curled up with Susan.  She found his pudling hard and when she held it the boy was enthralled all over.  
 	It was quite dark in the box, roomy—but dark.  With the ceiling vent open one could see out to the night sky.  There was air movement and “other” movement…
	Quietly as possible Shaun and Susan fucked.
	Krystal sucked on Nolan while on their sides young Davy fucked Kolly in the ass.  Meanwhile, in the cab of the van their Master watched on a small television screen—he masturbated while young Kathy sat snuggled on his lap, his rock hard cock poking her bunghole.

*

	It would be a long night; there were thankfully some covers for the kids as the night air chilled quickly after midnight.  Lots of snuggling went on under those covers; Amy was sort of still not willing to participate although she yearned to have Nolan for herself.  She just didn’t care to “share”.  So thru the night Nolan screwed Krystal only.

	There were the necessary “needs” of the captive crew.  Holding it until the morning or whenever the hell they’d be let out was just too much to hold—besides, they had all had intimate sex with one another, sucked and fucked and munched and did everything—including showering and cleaning one another after using the toilet…
	Still, though, it was embarrassing.
	Sometime after midnight Shaun slid out from the covers and made for the porta-potty situated at the rear of the enclosure.  A simple pee—coupled with a prolonged and necessary fart.  He felt very relieved.  It was also damned cold and quickly did he scooted back under the covers he shared with Susan.
	“Have a good one?” she asked Shaun as he scooted in.
	“Yeppers.”
	“Stinky fuck!” she bitched kiddingly.
	The two embraced in a cuddle and began to kiss.  Susan reached her hand down to fondle his willy, and found that it was kinda shriveled.
	“It’s cold.” he said in his defense. 
	“I know how to warm it up!” she giggled.  She fondled the shrunken pecker, tugging on the testicles and grinding her young naked warm body to his.  Shaun, in turn, caressed his naked babe, squeezing her butt and lip locking her.
	Soon his shriveled willy was ready and able.  Susan rolled to her backside and Shaun rolled on top of her.  Soon they began to make love and Dusty Shoes the Master who had been watching them all the while—was pleased.

	One by one the kids all had to go.  Amy held off the longest.  While she peed she looked directly to a corner—she knew she was being watched.  When Kolly had to go her young studly lover Davy went with her, peeing between her legs as she herself peed.
	When the two had gotten back under the covers they, like Shaun and Susan, made love—with Kolly on top!
	Krystal peed by herself with Nolan going directly after.
	Once under the covers they didn’t make love but cuddled.
	Young Kathy had to go pee, too—and she did so without waking up!

	In the morning—the kids enjoyed a fine breakfast fare and a warm fire.  Their clothes they had soiled were still very damp and wet so they would have to remain naked.  And strangely, their Master did not require them to get freaky and fuck, suck, or do anything.  

 	They had breakfast and warmed themselves by the fire.  When the sun and risen sufficiently the captives were returned to the interior of the van, but the van’s door was left open as well as the interior box.  A heavy gauge wire mesh served as the door to the box—it was well enough to keep the captives—captive.
	Meanwhile, Dusty Shoes went prowling  (naturally!)

Business as usual…
	Not far from the semi-remote campsite was another.  A pickup with a camper was parked nearby.  There was smoke from a campfire, fishing rods leaned against the camper, and Dusty Shoes heard unmistakable familiar sounds—balls slapping in furious fashion.
	Peeking thru the brush Shoes was elated to see narly business taking place on a picnic table.  A 60-something aged grandpa with his pants and underwear at his bony ankles put it to a lovely near naked eleven year old girl, his granddaughter.
	The girl had short shoulder length dark brown hair, a nice lovely round face, blue eyes.  She wore layered shirts; an undershirt, a green tee-shirt with a fuzzy friendly cartoony bear emblazoned on the front with a pink ribbon, and a boy’s shirt that was undone.  The green shirt and tee-shirt were pushed up and there was no bra.  This freed up the girl’s lovely A cup titties the grandpa delighted himself in fondling with glee (as he fucked…)
	The eleven year old’s pants were off on the rickety bench seat of the table, a simple pair of white brief panties hung off of one ankle.  Her legs moved up and down slowly, holding in place as she was pounded.  Her hands clung to the edge of the table; her pretty head rolled side to side as she endured the fuck.
	The grandpa.  Just about six foot, average build, bony legs, bald, wearing simple jeans with typical fisherman attire topside—fishing vest and fishing hat.  His balls slapped furiously as he pumped into the girl and Dusty knew the man was at the point of climax.
	The climax came.  The grandpa made audible pleasing sounds and continued screwing his granddaughter until he was well spent.  His hands still mawing the girl’s bared breasts.
	The girl herself didn’t seem in distress, but Shoes also noted that she was not really 100 percent into the illicit incestuous deed for as soon as the grandpa had done his thing and pulled out, the girl sat up and scooted to where she could pull her panties up and then her pants.  The grandpa pulled up his clothes.  The girl brushed her messed up hair, straightened out her shirts, then went into the camper—shutting the door.  Shoes moved on.
	Shoes’ next stop was a doosy.  Again, not far from the previous campsite there was another.  The campfire was firstly detected before being seen.  But Shoes didn’t even get to the campsite before discovering naughty business going on there, too…
	A man in his late 30s stood in the woods; blue rustic shirt, rugged stern features, all seriousness about him as it was the makeup up his persona.  The man was peeing, pissing in the woods, and lightly stroking himself as he peed.
	He wasn’t alone.  Naturally!
	Shoes suddenly saw a little girl stand up, pulling up her pants and undies as she did so.  She had been peeing, too!  Right next to her daddy!  The little girl was actually about nine/ten years young with a very trim/slim body.  Pink pants, pink top with pink sweatshirt.  LONG blond hair—clear to her dainty perfectly shaped butt.  The girl’s daddy stood smiling at her, getting “hard” as he finished peeing.
	The little girl was not embarrassed or abashed.  She smiled and giggled and took over stroking her daddy’s prick.  The daddy ran a hand thru the girl’s hair and it seemed like he directed her to do a dirty deed.  Turning just so the man “pointed” his daddy dong to the girl’s mouth.  And the girl went right to it!
	Shoes watched until the girl had had her fill—literally.  Her daddy (obviously) came and came; pumping into her mouth until every ounce of love had fulfilled her.  The girl didn’t let a drop spill!  A bit of cum juice was on the corners of her mouth, giggling and smiling she wiped the daddy spunk with her hands and then hugged her daddy—toying with his quickly going flaccid pud.  
	The daddy (Phil) looked around ensuring security, then squatted down before the young lovely.  The girl, Kellie, hadn’t buttoned up her pink pants so they easily were pulled back down to her ankles—along with her pink panties with cowgirls riding horseys on them.
	Phil caressed his daughter’s naked ass, squeezing the cheeks and then gently laying her down.  Shoes saw out of the corner of his eye movement, someone else was moving about—but not too close and not making noise.
	Back to the loving father and gracious daughter…
	The daddy sat on his knees admiring his young daughter’s nudity, the girl unlike the granddaughter at the previous campsite was more willing—smiling and glowing.  She parted her legs wide, drew a finger up and down her ten year old gash.  The daddy went down on her, licking and sucking—shoving a finger into her asshole as his mouth completely enveloped her cunny.

	Distracted by the “movement” elsewhere, Shoes went to investigate.  He found some not-too fresh bear shit and claw marks on some trees, a squirrel chattered at him as he slinked along the ground finally coming close to where his distraction was.
	A pair of teens, a boy and girl.  The boy was nice looking, 16ish, short sandy brown hair, pants and no underwear at his ankles.  His near manhood disappearing into the mouth of a lovely light brown haired girl who squatted on her knees sucking dick.
	The boy was getting into it; rocking his hips back and forth, pulling out a few times to hump her face then plunge back into her mouth for a wondrous suck off.
	Unlike the girl’s sister, Megan didn’t “swallow.”  As the boyfriend creamed into her mouth, Megan pulled back—jerking the schlong off without the rest of the spunk matter filling her.
	Megan stood and the two teens hugged and began kissing—kissing a girl who had just sucked your dick!  Hmmmm
	As they lip locked and Frenched, the boy—Kyle, undone the girl’s pants, working them down passed over her butt and slipping his hands inside her lime green panties.
	“LUNCH!” shouted a voice, a female OLDER voice—the mommy?
	The voice was dangerously close and Megan quickly hauled up her pants, rebuttoned her shirt that had been open to expose a lovely set of young tender midsize B titties.
	The boy seemed peeved at the interruption, he pulled his clothes back to where they belonged and watched as his cocksucker scooted back to the campsite.
	Shoes waited a moment and then returned to the father & daughter.
	They had left, too.
	Damn it!

*
Meanwhile…
	Kolly licked the splooge spilled onto Susan’s cunt, there was a lot of it, too, as both Shaun and Nolan had spilled it!  Amy continued to remain the holdout.
	“I don’t remember him saying we had to mess around again.” stated Krystal, although she was willing.
	“Me, either.” added Susan.
	“I don’t know if he really did or not,” said Shaun, “but I think he meant it.”	
	The girls all looked to him.
	“Well, you know how fucked up he is.”  Shaun said in his defense, “I-I think he—I think when he leaves us—alone, we’re supposed to—to--”
	“Mess around?” Krystal piped in.
	“Yeah.” then, “I mean, that’s what I think.  Maybe not, I dunno.”
	“You might be right, though.”
	The conversation ebbed from there.  After awhile, Susan moved to Shaun, toyed with his pud—when she had successfully gotten him hard, she sucked him.  As she worked Shaun’s prong, she pooched her ass up and spread a butt cheek—it was an open invite.  Davy was involved with Kolly, scroggin her delicious asshole.  So Nolan took the offer and promptly stuffed himself into Susan’s wondrous butt.
	Krystal sat by (her turn was next) and masturbated…

**
In one hole and out the other
	Not admitting he was lost, Shoes scurried back along his own trail; pausing when he mistook broken limbs along the way as his trail and having to back up again—and again—and again some more.  Then he was totally confused—but still didn’t admit he was lost.
	Finding the creek helped.  But he didn’t know if he was DOWN from his campsite or UP from it.  He made a Boy Scout mark that was subtle to all but himself then went UP stream.  He knew he hadn’t crossed the creek, so that was a plus.
	Another plus was re-encountering the naughty grandpa he had seen earlier.  That was a major plus.  The granddaughter the gramps had been boffing on the picnic table was with him, too—along with a lovely little girl, and two boys, one of which was black!
	They were fishing, well—the grandpa and the granddaughter.  The black boy was fishing, too, but mostly goofing off—giggling and perched on a rickety rock in the middle of the stream.  The grandpa warned the boy (who was about the granddaughter’s age) to be careful.
	‘in one ear and out the other…’
	the boy slipped on the loose boulder and in he went.
	Thankfully the water was merely 3 feet deep.  Deep enough to drown, sure, but the eleven year old youth was tall for his age and easily stood up—soaking wet.
	“Best come out and get out of those wet clothes.” said the grandpa.

	The boy sploshed about and pulled himself up onto the bank and immediately began peeling off his now cumbersome wet clothes.  The granddaughter, Katie, seemed to watch the boy stripping to his skin with some disdain.  Once nude, the black youth (DJ) sloshed his way back out to the boulder to fetch his fishing pole.  Sitting on the boulder he opened his legs and made no attempts at concealing his mamba (South African snake).  It was in full view of everyone…
	At the bankside goofing off as kids do was a sweet charming little girl of no more than four freely flipping about in her short pants and simple tee-shirt.  She goofed with a boy no more then seven.
	The grandpa (Sean) managed to indeed catch a fish, a nice one at that.  He got praise from the children, including the almost sulled up granddaughter.  During the cheering of their grandpa, the little runs took a misstep and tumbled into the creek.  Sean and DJ were quickly there to save them, DJ scooping up the boy (Tray) while the grandpa snagged the little girl (Gina).  
	Once out of the water the two wet rats were stripped of their clothing.  Shoes noted Katie shaking her head.  She caught a fish during the time her siblings were being undressed, it was just as good as the one her grandpa had caught—but no one noticed.  She unhooked the salmo trutta (brown trout) and let it go.
	The grandpa, once having Gina naked, took the time to hold her, caress her butt and give her a little more attention than a normal grandpa type figure would do.  Little Gina didn’t seem to mind.  She was a lovely little one, blond hair that was soft (wet) and clung to her shoulders.  She was a sweetie, and a cutie-pie.  Shoes wasn’t up close enough to determine her virginity status, but imagined that she was still unfucked.
	Of the young boy, once naked himself the grandpa gave him a squeezing, too.  Afterwards Grandpa Sean fondled the boy’s wang, tugging on it, fondling the bare testicle sack and very muchly caressing the lad’s bare ass.  While doing so and DJ was close at hand, Sean reached out and tugged on DJ’s schlong.
	This only led to little Gina being laid across the grandpa’s lap.  She was caressed all over, ‘specially her butt.  Then, the grandpa pulled a cheek open and began diddling the child’s hole.  This excited the young black male who began stroking himself—which only led to the grandpa gently guiding the boy’s mamba into the girl (butt hole.)
	When DJ was in and slowly pumping—the little girl’s brother, Tray, was brought up to her face.  Though merely seven years young, the boy had a wanger and it was stiff.  And into Gina’s mouth it went.  

	The grandpa was very happy.
	The granddaughter Katie was not so.  She didn’t seem disgusted but she wasn’t overly pleased, either.  Shoes was curious—why was the girl miffed?  Was she under her grandpa’s spell, or any spell—natural or manmade (electronically speaking)?  She seemed to sort of “give herself” to her grandpa earlier, wasn’t fussing and such.  But she clearly wasn’t too enthused with the shenanigans going on about her.
	Maybe it was just she didn’t care for the blatant molestation of her brother and sister.  The black boy was obviously a friend of the family, Katie’s friend.  
	At length the young girl left, leaving her fishing pole and making tracks back to the campsite.  Shoes seriously wanted to follow her.  He held firm, though, when the grandpa noting Katie’s leaving leaned back on the sloped bank and shucked his pants.  His aged cock was stiff, hard, and soiling the tip.  He stroked his bone and easily got the naked little one to suck him.  DJ stood back watching, giggling and stroking his own.  Tray did likewise.
	Shoes very-very carefully slinked down the creek quite aways before finding a suitable place to cross.  He was still disorientated as to his relationship to his own campsite.  Almost too suddenly he stumbled onto the grandpa’s site, he found the pickup first.
	Then he found Katie.
	Sitting by herself at the picnic table she seemed—moody.  She did lean to one side, cracking a cheek, and “let one go.”  Afterwards she moved to the campfire (where it’s more dangerous to “let one go!”)
	There was no fire in the firepit, just some smoke and low embers.  Katie looked very sad as she poked the burned wood.  She was at the perfect mind set to be messed with…

	Casually the thought was to “add” her to his collection.  He would like to see Gina in among his crew, too.  DJ and Tray would be alright as well.  And he guessed the grandpa would enjoy enjoying himself with the gang himself.
	Decisions-decisions.
	But first…
	“Take off your clothes.” Shoes made critical adjustments to his EMAD, working different aspects so as the girl would mindlessly comply without being aware.  Shoes enjoyed watching girls undressing, he had Katie undress slowly—very slowly.
	Once nude, Shoes laid her out on the table and LAID her…