August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 9
Fudge It

Touchy solutions
	Mind boggling.  Pure and simple.  It made his mind blurry with all that was happening, had happened, and was potentially GOING to happen.  With a mind altering device, the possibilities were endless.  And he understood well enough that it was the Devil’s work.  It had to be.  It was a lure, pulling him into a world of extreme unChristian-like doings.
	Long had he desired to be naughty with his children, and on the sly he had succeeded and all was well there.  He didn’t FORCE his children to be naughty with him, but then again--they didn’t know better.
	Secretly he desired several women of his church, young women and teens.  While putting it to his kinda domineering wife, he often thought of those “other” women, teens, and his own children.  It made the lovemaking better.
	Then, Gram entered his life.  Did he add to it or complicate it?  Was he a bane or hindrance, or a prodigy of Satan?  Hell sent?  The mind device was a tool, the Devil’s tool, to open the way for those who desired the flesh to succumb and enjoy their desires without retribution.
	Mike, however, felt that there would probably come a time that there WOULD be retribution.  One family had already been destroyed, the one incident involving Leon and his family, etc.  
	But though Mike did long to cut his ties with Gram and his device, a part of him still lingered to lust for that new lifestyle.  He knew very well that it was wrong, illicit, and slightly illegal.  And a whole lot immoral.
	The three newest minds to be “altered” by the Minding Device, Colleen, her friend Maggie, and Colleen’s brother--the smart mouthed one, Brian, sat in the backseat of Mike’s van silent.
	To remote locale Gram knew of they scooted and then…
	Gram fiddled with the controls of the minding device.  Mike looked to the three captives.  Kidnapping.  It was out and out kidnapping pure and simple.  Kidnapping for sexual deviant notions.  Mike felt sunk inside, how could he be a part of such a despicable thing?  
	The two girls were cute, Colleen and her friend, Maggie.  Both were exasperated, though, with the tagalong smart-mouthed little brother of Colleen’s, Brian.  He was basically undisciplined, unruly, and a pest.  He had no manners, no common sense, no self-control of his actions.
	But with the three subdued--they were all calm and peaceful.
	Gram eased himself into the back seat, hands traveling up and down Colleen’s legs once settled.  To her breasts he dwelled before undoing her shirt.  Mike sat in the driver’s seat with a lump in his throat.  He felt a little ill, it was one thing to have illicit relations with his own children and to have thoughts of such in regards to others.  But out and out kidnapping for sexual pleasure!?
	Moonlight provided ample light for viewing of Colleen’s naked breasts.  Mike’s cock surged and he longed to place his cock between her mounds and hump--shooting a wad of his love cream onto the lovely girl’s face.
	The image filled his mind.  One minute he was chastising himself and trying to talk himself into bolting and getting away.  The next he was fantasying hard about shagging the bare breasted girl!
	Gram began suckling on the bared breasts, sucking on one and kneading the other.  Colleen remained silent and mindless.  Mike waited and watched, his cock surged and demanded attention.  He was a family man, though--a pillar of the community, well respected and supposedly a Christian!
	His lustful craving, though, propelled him into the middle seat where the captives were and he commenced to pawing at Colleen’s friend, Maggie.  Gram hauled out his dick and used Colleen’s hand to stroke him.  With her mind in disarray, he had to hold her hand continuously to keep the grip.
	Mike did very little except fondle-fondle-fondle.  His lust was growing, intensifying with ever fondle.  He wanted the girl naked, he wanted his cock in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass!
	“Hmmm,” drawled Gram, “let’s change tactics here.” Mike didn’t know what he was on about but didn’t care, either.

	“Oh shit!” he exclaimed.  Brown eyes bulging, nine year old smart-mouthed Brian ogled as he saw his sister and Maggie topless.  His mouth hung open and he could do nothing more.
	Colleen and Maggie could do “nothing” than they were told to do, either.  A voice filled their minds and “coerced” them into doing things that they normally not do--like get undressed with Brian present.
	“Have you been naked together?” a voice filling their minds asked.
	The girls’ emotions were checked, but that did little to keep them from being emotional.  Neither girl could determine where they were or who was asking the question.  They saw one another, and Brian, that was all.
	Prior to undressing, they had been asked if they “fingered” themselves.  The question was horrible and disgusting and neither girl could believe such a thing could be so boldly asked.  Colleen shot Brian a look, there was no way she would answer with him present.
	But then she would be wrong.
	Somehow she was strongly compelled to answer regardless.
	She did.
	So did Maggie.
	Both girls fingered themselves, but not each other.  The question of “do you finger each other” was almost as horrible and disgusting as the question of self-stimulation.
	The questioning continued.
	“Have you seen a boy, or boys, naked?”
	Colleen looked to her brother.  It was a natural--he was younger and a sibling.  She nodded her pretty little head.  
	“Anyone else?”
	The girls looked to each other.  They didn’t want to answer but had no choice.  They nodded their heads.
	“Who?”
	It was boys at a summer camp.
	“Older boys?”
	Some.
	Mostly boys their age, skinny dipping, showering, running naked at midnight through the camp, sneaking into girls’ cabins, etc.
	“Did a nude boy ever come to YOUR cabin?” 
	Poor Colleen was close to tears, but with that particular emotion checked, she couldn’t.
	Yes, a nude boy DID come to her cabin, three nude boys.  Colleen shared a cabin with four other girls.
	“Anything happen?  Sexually?”
	No, just the boys prancing about, saying that they were going to “PEE” on them (the girls).  They didn’t, though, but…
	“What else did the nude boys in your cabin do?”
	Played with themselves.
	“They had hard-ons?”
	Yes.
	“No sex?”
	No.
	The nude boys jerked off but none came off.
	Other than those boys at the camp, neither girl had seen another boy nude.
	Maggie, though, had seen her father nude.
	The admission was a dire struggle for the girl, not even Colleen knew about it.  Maggie claimed that the viewing of her father was “accidental”, but everyone present knew better.
	Both girls were wisely afraid of getting pregnant and weren’t ready really to be naughty all the way with a boy--but, curiosity was dwelled within them and they both secretly wanted to be naked with a boy and to “fool” around.
	Mostly touchy-feely and no penetration.
	Both girls knew what “oral” sex was and sodomy.
	Neither girl knew that boys when jerking off spurted sperm.

	When the Q&A session was over, “Slide your pants down.”
	Neither girl was aware that her top was already undone and bra cut into in the front.  The command to “slide your pants down” filled their heads and they knew they were in deep shit.  
	Despite the “No fucking way!” attitude, the girls found themselves powerless to stop themselves.  Both were vaguely aware of “minding devices”, but their parents had equipped them with special necklaces supposedly supposed to prevent such things as was happening to them.
	Well, so much for that.
	Both girls worked their jeans down, then parted their legs.
	“You both are virgins, right?” quizzed the voice filling their heads?
	Both girls nodded.
	“We’ll see.”
	Brian watched with a growing boner between his legs as his sister and Maggie worked their panties down.
	A little Q&A was in order for him, too.
	Had he seen his sister (or any other girl) nude?
	“No, just sissy.” he proclaimed.
	Did he enjoying seeing his sister nude?
	It was a struggle, he screwed up his face and nodded that it was so.
	“You want to “touch” your nude sister those times, didn’t you?”
	The boy was in fits, he struggled more and more to keep the secret buried.  But it was no use, there was an unknown power invading his mind and freeing those secrets.
	“YES!” he nearly screamed out.
	He wanted to “touch” Colleen’s butt--with his hand and dick.
	Brian wanted to see her peeing and wanted her to PEE on him!
	In turn, he wanted to pee on her!
	He had heard her fart and he farted in her presence, and Maggie’s as often as he could work a fart explosion up to pressure.  And like most young brothers (and older ones for that matter…) he had a pair of his sister’s panties.
	He was not an avid daily handjobber, but he worked his organ a few times and found humping his bed was good and wrapping Sissy’s panties about his stiff prick felt real good.
	There was a little oblivion in the respect of what actually “fucking” was all about, and the word “sodomy” was foreign to him.  He knew sort of what “taking it in the ass” meant, just the basics.  Giving head, oral, around the world, circle jerking, humping the dog, doggie-style, and other notable phrases regarding sex and positions (and commands) were unknown to him as well.
	Time to help clear things up then…

There’s a forest in my woods!
	“Mark!?”
	“Bud!?”
	“Jackie!?”
	No answer.
	Morgan shook her head, boys were such trouble.  It wasn’t enough she had to worry her mind about, now she had to fret and worry about Mark, Jackie, and Bud.
	Both Morgan and Logan searched the immediate area, marking a trail so as they wouldn’t get too lost.
	“Where can they be?”
	It was a boy’s duty to go exploring, in spite of the potential dangers.
	Looking around, Logan noted that the area was familiar.
	“Oh shit,” he drawled.
	“What?”
	“I know where they might be.”
	The cave.
	Dread upon dread Logan came to the secluded cave.  The cave of ultimate doom.  A smell lingered on the sullen air.  Not good.  His stomach churned and in no way did he really wish to explore within.  There was, though, a board out of place that boarded up the entrance.
	“They wouldn’t have gone in there, would they?” Morgan quired.
	“Oh yes they would, they’re boys!”
	“Stay here.” Logan sighed and scrunched his way inside to the cave.

	A small flock of birds suddenly scattered up to the sky.  That was an indication.  Of what she wasn’t sure but she knew it meant something, mostly likely “someone” was out there with to stir them (the birds) up.
	“Logan!?” she called out to the cave.  She had half a mind to go inside, but didn’t like caves or dark closed in places.  ‘specially those in dark remote areas with highly unknowns lurking within.
	Logan had been gone some time, several minutes.
	All was quiet and just a little spooky.  Morgan didn’t care for it, the quiet facilitated a lull in her mind of which she generally kept active with other thoughts.  The image(s) of her mother and step-father sprawled out on the floor at the bottom of the stairs filled her mind--near constantly.  She missed her mother terribly and hadn’t been even able to go to the funeral!  She did, though, with Logan’s help, sneak onto the cemetery property to visit the grave.  It sickened and saddened her and she was glad Logan was there with her.
	A twig snapped.
	A whippoorwill was heard, then a lone woodpecker.  An owl did his thing somewhere in the woods.  Not a sound there was from the cave.
	“God damnit!” she bitched.  She stood up and held her ground for a moment getting pissed off rather than scared, then grabbed up a handy-dandy tree limb and proceeded not too cautiously into the woods.

	Giggling sounds alerted Morgan to the fact that all was not as spooky as it would seem.  She hoped.  Her curiosity piqued she prowled through the thick underbrush until coming up on those she had been seeking in the first place.
	Jackie was on his hands and knees, clothes at his ankles.  In his mouth was Mark while the black boy friend of Logan’s was in his ass.  The black boy, Bud, was nice and his story had yet to be told in clarity to Morgan.  Logan knew of it but was slow in dishing it out.
	Bud pumped while holding tightly to Jackie’s ass, “take it all, bitch!” he giggled.  Mark had his shirt pulled up as he pumped into Jackie’s mouth, “Suck me, ’ho!” he chortled.  His pants and undies at his ankles.  The three engaged so put Morgan in a different mood.  She was still upset with them that they had wandered off, but delighted that they were “okay.”  she was also hornied up by their doings. 
	Just after Bud got his “jollies”, Morgan busted them.
	“There you are, you little bastards!” exclaimed Morgan in a not so friendly tone.  She marched through the brush and grabbed Mark by the elbow.  Pulling him to her she pressed his partially nude bod to hers and then swatted his bare ass.
	Not hard and only one smack.
	It was Jackie’s turn, then.  Bud had stood stroking his little cum squirter.  She wasn’t too friendly with Bud, she would let Logan deal with him.
	“Pull your clothes up.” she told the boys.  She glared at Bud of whom she assumed was the ringleader persuading Mark and Jackie to go off on a lark.  
	“You ain’t gonna spank me!” he declared matter-of-factly, “No woman spanks me!” although his mother did so occasionally.
	Morgan glared him down, he pulled up his clothes and became quiet.

	Back at the cave, timing is everything.  Logan just emerged from the boarded entrance when Morgan marched into the area with the missing boys.  They then returned to the campsite and were thankful Karen, Charlotte and Courtney had since enough to mind and stay put.

Oh really?
	On one of his runs to fetch supplies, check news, check in with his folks, friends, and friends of Morgan’s, Logan made a startling discovery.  It was while on his way back to the campsite actually.  Something caught his attention--broken limbs of some bushes along the secluded path, tramped down grass, some torn fabric of someone’s clothing.
	He had to pause a moment and give it a good think, had those afore mentioned items been there on his way out?  He had to make a mental note, too, to change his pathways of the goings and comings--lest someone take note…
	Carefully he stealthed his way along the newly formed path, pausing now and then and listening.  At length he heard voices--giggles, mostly.
	Then, he saw movement.
	He saw a heavily blond haired boy with a serious look to his face, eyes staring into the woods, just beyond the density of brush he seemingly hid behind.  He was jerking off, too.
	Intrigued, Logan stole along stealthfully until coming upon what was causing the boy to jerk his gherkin.  It was none other than Helga and Phoebe!  The girls were nude and Phoebe was licking out Helga’s poon!
	And it was young Arnold in hiding who was watching!
	Hmmmm

	He tried not to frighten the boy--as he strolled into the secret observation area BUTT BARE ASSED NAKED!  Arnold looked up with wide eyed amazement, his hand choking his chicken.  Logan he had seen at the park but didn’t know him personally.  Logan, however, knew all about him…
	“Got something good to watch?” Logan whispered as he settled down beside the startled masturbating boy.  Arnold couldn’t speak, what was there to say?  Logan peered through the thick brush--Helga sat on her back, arched, leaning on her elbows barking commands at her cunt licker, Phoebe.
	“Mmmmm, not bad.” Logan hushed a giggle.  “Friends of yours?” he surmised by their age group.
	Arnold nodded.
	“Would they freak out if you knew you were watching?”
	Arnold nodded again.
	Logan smiled.  Time was against him, he hadn’t much to dally as he had a pack of stuff to hustle back to Morgan and the other campers.

	Helga was right on the verge of “cumming” as Phoebe’s tongue was overly talented.  The young girl had her hands clamped tightly on Helga’s thighs, her mouth virtually engulfing all of Helga’s cunt with her tongue driving wickedly within the girl’s poon.
	Suddenly, out of the brush came two boys.  One of which the girls knew.  The teenage boy was already nude--and had a rail on!  Though Helga knew Logan--well, she was still shocked and then miffed that he would bust her so.  Then there was the love of her life--her secret love.  His pants were unzipped but there was a boner within…
	Phoebe was just in awe.  She flew sideways to sit nervously and timidly and embarrassingly beside the nude Helga.  She eyed her clothing laying close at hand but was frozen with fear and couldn’t move.
	“Well, well, well--what say we here!?” Logan said guffingly.
	The girls were speechless--Helga surprised and stunned mostly.
	“Two naughty-naughty girls!” Logan continued.  “What do you think we should do with them?” he continued in a chortle and nudged Arnold.
	Arnold had no idea.
	The girls feasted their eyes onto Logan’s dong.  It was stiff and hard and pulsing.  He stroked himself, fondled his balls and looked lustfully onto the awed girls.
	“I thin,” drawled the nude Logan Masters, “a SPANKING is deserved.”
	Helga raised eyebrows in shocked stunned “Spank?  ME!?” etched on her so-so pretty face.
	Phoebe’s plain intellect face beheld no look of discernible conveyance whatsoever. 
	Logan smiled and looked to Helga, transmitting to her, “turn over, on hands and knees.”
	Message received. 
	Helga P slowly turned onto her hands and knees, then lowered her face down and went to her elbows--thus propping her sweet fuckable ass up into the air.  Arnold couldn’t breath.  His eyes were popping out of his head and methodically he was gouging himself.
	Nude Logan got on his knees to one side of Helga, Phoebe on the other.  He soothed his hand over Helga’s ass, squeezed the cheeks then pried them opening eyeing her gloryhole.  Then, he let loose with a nice hard smack!
	Helga’s body jerked, but she said nothing.  Both Arnold and Phoebe jumped at the sudden smack.  Then another came, then another--and another until both cheeks of Helga’s bare ass were fiery red.
	Then, Logan took position behind Helga’s ass and began making slow insertion into her asshole.  Arnold and Phoebe came right up close to see the penetration.  Logan took his time…

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	Morgan emerged from the brush zipping up her pants when Logan moved into the campsite with the kids in tow.  She was a little stunned and somewhat shocked.  ‘What the hell?’  But mostly her emotions were checked, her life was fucked (over) and she didn’t care.  
	“Humph!  What a dump!” smarted off Helga.  She picked at her underwear out of her ass crack, her hole still smoldering…
	Logan deposited the goodies he had raided and made off.  He had no new news for Morgan.  Police and city welfare officials were looking for her and assumed she had gone off with Karen, too.  It was still believed that the demise of Morgan & Karen’s parents was an accident; Logan learned that detectives assumed some sort of sex act was in progress; the man was nude and the woman had no panties on!
	By noon Logan was back to his old tricks; having his young charges (Mark & Courtney) fuck(ing).  He was still horny from the earlier incident with Helga and the gang so after some cuddling and fondling of eight year old Courtney, he worked the girl’s pants down.  The boys of the group watched--with baited breath and hard cocks.
	Logan pulled Courtney’s panties down and rubbed her ass, then laid her across his lap as he sat on a small log.  Kristy watched for a few moments or so and then turned to stare out into the woods--thoughts to her own.
	With a subtle nod from Logan, Mark scurried up to the back end of Courtney and pushed his own pants down.  Helga looked onto the new scene somewhat scornfully, mildly interested, and curious.  She had gotten doinked by Logan and finally Arnold--she wanted more.
	Mark wanted more, too.
	The handsome young fart rubbed his young prick up and down Courtney’s ass, poking at her hole and rubbing against her cunt.  Logan caressed the boy’s ass with a slight effort to coerce him to get on with it.
	Jackie stood and assumed his turn would be coming.  His cock was hard and with a nod from Logan, he pulled his clothes down and came before Courtney’s face.
	Courtney, on her own, began masturbating Jackie’s eight year old schlong, kissing it--licking the piss hole, then sucking on the head as a whole.  She soon worked the member into her mouth and sucked it.
	Helga and Phoebe looked on in utter amazement.  Arnold was shocked, stunned, awed, and hard.  
	Mark was in.  He held onto the girl he was in and pumped like he knew how.  And he did.  Logan continued caressing the boy’s bum, squeezing the cheeks and digging a finger into the boy’s bum hole.  Arnold and Bud came up close to view the deed as well as watch the blowjob in action.  Helga and Phoebe came up to be close and up personal, with Helga feeling some “tingling” between her legs (again.)  
	Helga knew that Arnold had screwed her only as the situation had warranted itself.  EVERYONE was doing it and it was just a natural.
	She watched Arnold with heavy lust in her eyes.  There, too, was disdain.  He had preferred Ruth Ann, but then again--Ruth Ann had seduced him.  But he didn’t have to give in.  But he WAS a boy--one not likely to turn down a blow job or pussy in his face.
	Helga seethed.
	Courtney sucked.
	Mark fucked.

	With Courtney on her back, still on Logan’s lap--her legs pulled back and held by Logan and herself, Bud happily licked the girl’s pussy for a few minutes before standing with a raging black hard-on.  He was happy (again.)  His young mind had been so frapped of late--seeing the total destruction of the Eblath family and then blowing Slim Gymon’s brains out in his office.  His life was over, as well.
	A big grin on his face and a raging boner overshadowed those dark incidences.  He gleefully slid his chocolate schlong into Courtney’s snatch and pumped steadily.  
	Courtney was a unique child, as were they all in a way.  Long silky light brown hair, an incredible smile that was difficult to describe.  She could put on a serious face and even a mad face, but mostly she was happy.  A flat face that was not so round, either.  Light brown eyes, creamy skin, small teeth, with a space in the middle and one missing incisor.
	Her body was good, just nipples on her chest, like two aspirin on an ironing board.  But she was eight years young, too.  A long body she had, very creamy skin, very slenderly built.  Bud didn’t care; Arnold, Mark, Jackie, or Logan didn’t care.
	Bud was a cummer.  And he came.  Not a great quantity, he shot most of his wad into the girl’s cunny so it was kinda really unknown.  The rest spewed onto her hairless cunt.  The boy humped on the poon until the “feeling” subsided and he was done.
	It was Logan’s turn.  He couldn’t hold off any longer.  He surely wanted more to sink himself into Morgan, but she wasn’t in the mood.  Courtney stood diddling her pussy and sucking on her diddled fingers, grinning and watching as Logan stood and pushed his pants and underwear down.  His teen hood was enormous and she knew what was going to happen nextly.
	Logan stroked himself and resat on the log, pulling Courtney back onto his lap, her legs about his waist.  With a little effort he worked himself into her pussy, squeezing the child and gliding into her slowly (but surely.)  
	Once most of the way in,	young hard Arnold Small stepped up to Courtney’s rear end--this after another nod from Logan.  His pants and underwear off his cock navigating to the place of joy and desire.  He was a bit awed about the situation--Logan was nestled into the girl’s cunny.
	Arnold nestled into the girl’s asshole.
	Helga seethed.
	Bud stroked himself, drips of cum spilling from his piss slit.  He wanted to fuck Helga--pussy or asshole.  A blowjob was fine and all, but not as satisfying as a pussy or asshole.  
	Jackie and Mark hung loose, working their little squirters, basking in the sun and checking out the girls.

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	Phoebe didn’t care WHO got between her legs, or cheeks--just so long as they did.  Logan’s dick was kinda big, but he was four years older than she, too.  She loved holding his dick, squeezing it and feeling it.  Taking it into her body--other than her mouth, though, was a bit of a chore.  
	“You’ll have to take on the others before me.” he told her, to stretch out her cunt and anal muscles to be more receptive to his schlong.
	Phoebe was cool with that.  One after another she let the younger boys take a “turn” in her body.  She would work their little pricks, squeeze their balls and lubricate their cocks before they slid into her box.  
	Helga was next.
	It was young Mark firstly as she lay across Logan’s lap.  Jackie pumped into her mouth and then sucked on his balls when she turned onto her backside (still on Logan’s lap).  
	Bud took his turn but he was about at his limit of maintaining “stiffness.”  He sank into her cunny and pumped a few times into her asshole before succumbing to exhaustion.
	Lastly was Arnold.
	It was a little embarrassing, just a little.  Arnold liked Helga, she was just weird and hard to get to like.  But they were naked and the situation was extreme.  He stopped looking at her face, the other boys had gone to huddle about the fire and chill out--their cocks aching so.  It was just Helga and Arnold, and Logan nakedly enjoying the rest of the day.  
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	The fire crackled but not too brightly so as not to alert illegal camping in the wilderness.  Morgan’s mood was no better and was tested when she awoke to find Logan molesting Karen.
	Morgan’s feelings for the unfortunate girl were mixed.  Sure she had gotten Jackie to fuck the little blond haired wonder, she herself had fingered her and gotten her to lick out her own pussy.  But the image of the girl’s father humping on her soured Morgan.
	It was a double standard and it perplexed her greatly.  On her own volition it was one thing to have Jackie stuff the little one.  And if it hadn’t of been for the young wonder’s father doing what he did--Morgan guessed she wouldn’t mind Logan humping on her, either.
	But those times filled Morgan’s head.  Karen had been a victim, unawares of her father doing sexual things to her.  He had drugged her, got her naked, and humped on her.  Morgan didn’t know if the bastard had fucked her or not, but…
	New images filled Morgan’s head; being forced to suck the man’s cock, take it in the ass, to be harshly spanked, and then raped.  Repeatedly.  She missed her mother so but kinda sorta doubted her mother would have believed her--with Morgan seriously (and vocally) despising the new man in their lives, her mother was less likely to believe her.
	She watched as little Karen lay giggling as Logan humped on her between her legs.  His cum spilled and coated the child’s cunny, a great quantity, too.  Pressing the head of his cock into the girl it seemed as though Logan was ready for Round Two.
	“Don’t hurt her.” Morgan said.
	Logan paused, he was just at the verge of making vaginal penetration.  He sighed (to himself) and stopped.  Rolling onto his side and cuddled the naked little six year old, he had no intentions of “hurting” the girl, she was broken in by the other boys and thusly was prepped for the receiving of teen dick.
	But he held off.  
	Firelight flickered onto the sullen Morgan.  A second or two were their eyes locked together, then Morgan looked away to the ground.  Her life was over.  Fucked over.  No where to go.  Nothing to be ever the same again.  She realized then she hadn’t cried.  Her mother was dead.  Dead-dead-dead.  Logan had taken her secretly to the gravesite--and even there she had cried.  
	She had gotten emotional and sobbed, her breath taken away.  But she hadn’t cried.  She was angry, pissed off at the son-of-a-bitch who had caused it.
	Morgan got up and slipped away into the darkness.  Logan’s cock remained stiff--stiff enough to penetrate six year old broken in pussy.  He let it go, sighed (aloud) and scrambled quietly after Morgan.

	She hadn’t gone far, a few yards.  She stood silently staring out into the bleak darkness.  No where to go.  Logan came up quietly behind her.  She turned and buried her face into his naked sweaty chest and let go her emotions.  Logan held her and consoled her.
	
	He didn’t think he would get any action from Morgan for awhile.  But just to be her friend would be enough--for awhile.  When she had finished bawling her eyes out she turned to watch the moon rise, her back pressed into his naked chest (he had put his pants on before chasing after her).  
	With his arms about her, they held hands and it was bliss.
	Then,
	“Hello?”
	A voice cried out into the coming darkness.  It was far away but carried on the slight breeze.  Distinguishing WHERE the voice came from was the next trick.  Being dark made it even more difficult.  The two made way back to camp to have a starting point.  From there it seemed more easier and discernible.  
	Following the path that was basically obscure took them back to the cave.  It was damn dark but Logan noted the board he had put back in place earlier was still in place.  A voice, though, echoed from within.
	“I’m not going in there.” Morgan said factly.
	Logan sighed, ‘always the brave’ roamed in his noggin.  ‘and always a man to do it!’ he didn’t have any strong desire to traipse into the unknown, the cave was spooky enough on its own.
	“Hello?  Is anyone there?  Hello?” it was a girl’s voice.  Logan instantly thought of none other than Ruth Ann.  But that was impossible.  It couldn’t be.  Could it?
	Shaking his head and not believing he was doing what he was doing, he jiggled the angled board loose that allowed access to the cave.
	If it WAS Ruth--well, how was she?  How would she be?  She didn’t sound hurt?  It had been--how many days?  She’d be starved!  Logan couldn’t figure it.  His flashlight pushed back the darkness and filled the gloomy cave.
	“H-hell-hello?” Logan spoke with an uncertain voice.
	“Hello!” then, “Someone there!?”
	“Y-yea-yeah--uhm, I’m here.” then, “W-who are you?”
	There was some noise from back in the back of the cave.  Logan held his ground for a moment or so but slowly inched his way along.
	“I’m ever so grateful for your rescue.” came the squeaky high pitched voice.  “ever so grateful?” Logan heard.
	Suddenly his light fell upon a small form, a girl.
	Ruth Ann.
	“Oh shit.”

Touch-a touch-a touch me, I want to feel naughty
	His eyes were wide, almost exploding out of his eyes.  He (seemingly) had stopped breathing and had lost all abilities to think.  His sister was nude, legs open wide, sitting back.  It was the best view ever.  His eyes locked onto her naked cunny for a long while, then traveled up to her naked breasts and then to her face.
	Beside her was her friend, Maggie.  Maggie was nude as well and sitting as same as Colleen.  Brian took his eyes to her, locked onto her face and then down to her poon.  Then it was back to his sister and repeat.
	The command “take off your clothes” had come to young Brian, too--as it had to his sister and her friend.  He had sat dumbfounded watching as the terrified girls undressed.  At first he had thought they were doing so willingly, but then realized they were being “controlled” by the two men.  (well, one of them anyways…)
	Once fully nude, the men took their pleasures; in that the girls were caressed and fondled; rubbed and petted and gawked at.  One of the men then shucked his clothing and stood with a huge boner.  Though Brian was merely nine, he wasn’t naïve.  He was a loudmouth, a smart mouth, a pest, a wise ass--but he wasn’t stupid.  He knew very well what was going to happen.
	But the girls weren’t raped--not right off.  The two men fingered the girls between their legs, rubbed their naked asses, parted their cheeks and shoved their fingers into their assholes and all kinds of fondling their breasts.  And though merely nine, Brian had wood.  Major wood.
	He didn’t know why but it was the sheer nudity of the girls.  He was a little embarrassed and somewhat frightened.  His usual smart mouthed demeanor kicked down a notch.  There were mixed feelings swirling within the boy, feelings mostly he did not recognize or acknowledge.
	Did he love his sister?
	Did he care for her, care what happened to her?
	Or did he just want to see her naked, farting, or etc…??

	With the command “take off YOUR clothes” came to him, Brian was a little stunned.  No, a LOT stunned.  He shook and trembled and in no way really wanted to--but had no choice.  He couldn’t figure it but he began undressing himself!  He wanted to stop--but then again, a secret desire was tucked away in the dark recesses of his mind; to be naked with his sister and Maggie, and any other girl he knew.
	But it was just a thought, a fantasy.  He never really actually thought he would ever do so!
	Once nude, the girls gawked at his hardness.  For being merely nine years young, he had a cock!  It was stiff which made it bigger as opposed to the shriveled up normal size Colleen usually saw it as.
	“Step up to your sister.” came the next command.
	Brian held fast, for a moment.  He blinked his eyes and had some difficulty accepting the words.  There was some fright in the boy and the command came again, but with more umph.
	His sister trembled as her brother stepped up to her.  She tried mostly to lock eye to eye with him and not to his raging boner.  Her young body tensed up but some overwhelming power held her to the ground and to the horror of the whole situation.
	“Open your mouth and SUCK IT!” Brian heard, but the command was issued to his sister.
	Colleen shook her head, giving head to her brother was sick, gross, repulsive, and etc.  The thought of sucking a guy’s dick was all those things, too--but she WOULD suck a boy if she liked him and he was nice to her and --and--and…
	But her brother?
	No way!
	Yes way!
	The power over her was too much and to her dismay she sucked.  It was as if some powerful person pushed her at the shoulders and head, holding her mouth open and pushing her to take on the brotherly schlong.
	Despite the cirCUMstances, Brian liked it.
	Colleen didn’t.  It was repulsive.  However, if the dick in her mouth was say--Chad Bellman’s or Shaun Bartlett, well--maybe it’d be alright.  But her brother!  Gross!
	The unseen power, though, compelled her to bounce her head back and forth, to suck and suck and suck and suck some more.  And surprisingly it seemed as though the dick in her mouth grew!
	Strange sensations there were tingling through Brian’s body, mostly centered at his testicles and dick.  The power force surrounding him decreased as he gave less a rat’s ass that it was his sister sucking him.  A blowjob was a blowjob was a blowjob--no matter who was giving it.
	“Let the cock out and let it rub on your face.”
	That was almost as repulsive as sucking it!
	
	Somehow Colleen managed not to bust out bawling (or screaming.)  Sucking her brother’s dick was beyond expressed words.  Detestable, it was detestable.  What Maggie thought of the deed was not really known, or her thoughts when she herself had to suck Brian.
	Brian was compelled to face Maggie, and Maggie was compelled to take Brian’s cock and suck it like his sister had done.  Maggie though screwed up her face at the insult, closed her pretty brown eyes and did a wondrous job!  (giving head was not her first time)
	(it was also so noted that Maggie cupped the boy’s bare balls and cupped his ass as she sucked the prong--she sucked and sucked and sucked, striving to bring him to orgasm.
	She didn’t but not for the lack of trying.
	As with Colleen, Brian rubbed his cock all over Maggie’s face.  The girl sucked on his hairless nads and very nearly brought the boy to his first orgasm.  Oh well, there were other means…
	Like with Colleen laying out her nude body, frigging her pussy with her legs open and horny young brother eyeing her cunt.  The boy’s mouth hung open and he was near breathless.  
	The boy was totally breathless when the command came of positioning himself between his sister’s legs.  Although the secret desire to “fuck” his sister and to ogle her nakedness was deep within the boy--the actual actuality of doing so was so-so.  The two had a relationship, tolerable.  The boy was a smartass and undisciplined, rude, unmannered, and etc.  His sister was older and more mature.
	There was no way Colleen would ever let her brother fuck her.
	Well, yes way.
	All Colleen could do was bare it.  She closed her eyes and clung onto the dirt and grass she lay on as her brother came between her legs.  She could feel his penis hard and wet against her pussy.  She couldn’t believe she was going to have sex, to be fucked by her own brother!  She well enough understood it was forced, but still--why couldn’t it have been someone like Chad or Shaun!?
	Brian made slow steady penetration, his first fuck.  It was way better than humping his bed or his hand.  His mind went into orbit as his sister’s cunt snugged up about his cock and seemingly dragged it in!  
	There was resistance to the “insertion” but Brian was still compelled strongly to continue.  So he did.  The resistance was brief, helped along by a quick smack from one of the men who had abducted them and was forcing them into the sexual depravity.  But once the full insertion had commenced and the regular pumping began, Brian was okay and fucked on his own.
	Colleen just clung on, it was her first real fuck.  She fingered her poon quite often and was close to stuffing her cunt with various phallics, mostly the vegetable type she had heard other girls doing to themselves. 
	For her first fuck, she derived very little pleasure.  It was a fuck done to her by her brother, her first fuck, and the situation as a whole by being naked with two strange men who had kidnapped her and were probably goin to fuck her, too.
	And she would be right…
	After Brian had come to the five minute mark he was stopped.  At least twice he had come to something of an orgasmic bliss, but hadn’t spurted any cum.  His sister, though, had.  She had been brought to the brink of orgasmic explosions within her cunny and succumbed to them.  She shuddered and trembled and she knew it was an orgasm.
	If it had only Chad or Shaun she wouldn’t have minded…

	For Maggie, Brian went down on her first, licking her pussy and sucking it and really “getting to know” a girl’s cunt.  He didn’t get to stuff the young girl, though--not right off.  Using his sister’s panties he cleaned off Colleen’s cunt and then his dick, being kinda on the dark side of the early evening he couldn’t see so well but there was a nice coating of virginal blood coating his dick.
	Maggie was “compelled” to take a squat on Colleen’s face, then lay down her body.  Brian and the two men ogled the girl’s ass-end, her cheeks were opened and there was her gloryhole.  
	Colleen was commanded to “lick” Maggie’s cunt.  Neither girl had licked another poon before.  So they said and claimed.  Colleen did a so-so job, her emotions were rising as licking a pussy was almost just as bad as sucking a brotherly dick!
	Brian (under command) licked on Maggie’s asshole, shoved his finger into it and wiggled it around and then under astute guide stuffed himself into Maggie’s asshole.  
	Surprisingly, it was not quite that tight.
	He went in on the first try and then began to pump.  When his pumping entered into a more stepped up motion, Colleen was compelled to suck on his balls, to clutch them in her mouth until the boy finished.

	Meanwhile, as Brian grinded in Maggie’s ass, one of the men took pleasures with stuffing the boy’s sister.  The girl wept as she clutch her brother’s ball sac in her mouth, she knew she was being penetrated, raped.  The cock invading her was significantly bigger--it was also more pleasing.  
	The man took his time and was not violent or rough.  He was forceful and WAS going to fuck her no matter what.  And Colleen had to push down the “good” feeling she got while being raped.  She wanted to deny herself, unaccept the orgasmic bliss that was trying to seethe thru her.
	Brian finally came.  A huge squirt of sperm exploded from his nads and out thru his cock.  He pumped madly until spent.  When pulling out, and Maggie’s well fucked asshole closed about his engorged super sensitive crown, another explosion erupted and shot a string of splooge onto Maggie’s ass and up her backside.
	The man fucking Colleen leaned all the way down onto her and suckled her breasts and fucked her as Maggie had been pushed off.
	The other man took his turn with Maggie, the girl had fell away from Colleen and lay on her back diddling her cum filled asshole.  The nude man had a huge daddy dick and he laid it onto the young girl’s poon.  Carefully and gently he entered her.  She was NOT a virgin.  He made slow and gentle love to the girl, striving to cum and be calm about it.

	“AW FUCK!” Brian’s voice rang out in the middle of the night.  He clung to his sister as his virgin poop chute was hammered.  Colleen’s body was awash in sweat, sex sweat.  Brian had just previously watched as the girl was fucked by both men, one in her from behind the other in her from the front.  Afterwards there had been a brief rest and then…
	Brian didn’t know just how big the man’s cock was, but he guessed the size of a TREE!  It felt as though it was to rip him in half, or at the very least come up thru his throat and mouth.  His body pressed hard down onto Colleen’s, he got a whiff of Colleen’s well fucked cunt but couldn’t register any response like “gag me with a spoon” or something like--his tortured asshole took precedence.
	When after it seemed like an hour or so, the man fucking his hole finally pulled out.  Smoke and cum poured from the fresh fucked hole, Brian heaved and passed out from exhaustion.
	Colleen and Maggie were totally exhausted, too.  They were showered with urine, spanked, and fucked until dawn.  By then, the two men were exhausted and had barely the strength to tie them up to render them secure.

	Explain what happened next Mike had some trouble with.  He understood about the green tornadoes and vortexes, portals and such as the like appearing and opening up all over the nation, and he had seen some up close in facts.  But as for actually experiencing such odd phenomenon’s, no.
	The place he and Gram had taken the kids was just a ways out of town.  The confines of the family van had been okay but stifling.  Once out out of town and off the road aways, the kids could be dealt with better in the open beside the van.
	Just before sunrise Mike’s cellphone came to life, with the strange phenomenea occurring randomly, too many green vortexes caused electrical disruptions in the earthbound power grid and disrupted many electrical devices.
	It was his daughter Molly.  Their mother was “missing” and the street they lived on in chaos.  The chaos was due in part to a green tornado laying down in the middle of the street, a blinding green vortex had opened on the next block, and strange creatures were roaming the neighborhood.
	“Strange creatures?” Jake had asked at that point of the story.
	Mike struggled to explain, he had only gotten a glimpse of one of the “creatures”, it was not quite daylight yet so actual description was nil.  But daughter Molly explained and after looking through Kasey’s drawing book as she was writing down and drawing all that happened to them on their “journey”, the young girl nodded excitedly.
	Minotaurs!
	That wasn’t good.
	But it did sort of kind of lead way to assume that there WERE doorways BACK into the birth world. 
	Where Mike’s wife was was unknown.  The girls knew she had been in the house tucking them in and bitching about the disappearance of their father.  Thereafter the girls knew nothing until the chaos came to their block.
	Mike raced back in the family van from the outskirts of their town, Gram kept the kidnapped ones in the very back (as he was not thru with them yet), Molly and Shannon already knew Gram was weirdo.
	Mike had a time getting to his house, police and fire and state militia all over the place plus news crews and what have you.  His wife was not home and no where to be seen.  The chaos was becoming out of hand and in fear of his life and kids he fled the area going out of town until things calmed down.

	In the late of the afternoon, Mike awoke from an exhausted sleep.  He found Shannon and Molly peering over the middle seat into the backseat.  Peering himself after crawling to the middle seat himself, Gram had Brian on his back--his young legs pulled back and locked behind the arms of his sister who straddled his face.  Her cum laden pussy dripping with Gram’s cum nestled onto the smart aleck boy’s face.  Gram’s cock was buried to the hilt up the boy’s ass.
	Maggie occupied a corner of the van’s rear end, still naked, fingering herself.  Cum was drying on her young breasts and barely hairy cunt.  Though a hell of a lot of things ran through Mike’s mind, he found himself consoling his girls, caressing their backside and then down to their butts.
	This only led to the discovery of a major erection between his legs.  He leaned back some and hauled out his man-thing, gave it a stroke and then the lovely Molly took over.  Eight year old Shannon giggled and hugged her daddy, then as her sister worked the daddy dong, Shannon went down on him.
	Mike filled the girl’s mouth fully then began earnestly caressing Molly.  Gram paid them no mind but continued his sodomy of young nine year old Brian.  The boy grunted and cried some, his sobs muffled by his sister’s cunt in his face.
	His cock already shagged out to the max it was going to take a little more doings before he (Mike) could cum (again.)  He sat back resting his shoulders on the back of the front seats, sighing he consoled his daughters and was thankful that they were at least alright.
	Then, Molly returned to stroking him and then pleased him orally.
	Shannon giggled and turning in her seat to sit on her seat she began inching off her clothes.  When Shannon stopped for a breather, she helped guide the daddy dong to Molly’s willing cunt.
	Gram meanwhile, had filled Brian’s hole to the max.  He sat back and had Maggie go down, sucking on Brian’s balls, cock, and gooied asshole.  Mike fucked his eight year old daughter Shannon and then went up Molly’s backdoor to round out the afternoon.

	After an afternoon and subsequent evening of molesting the kids to the max--the two men collapsed.  It was agreed that come the new morn they would release the three non-family kids and return themselves to their town, grab some food and news and go from there.
	Beings as the weather was mild to warm, sleeping outside was preferred.  They had tried sleeping in the van, but it got stuffy and wasn’t as comfy as the woods.
	When he awoke, the van was gone.
	So were the trees and bushes and giant boulders.
	All there was was great vastness of landscape, flat and lifeless.
	“We’re not in Kansas anymore.” Gram whispered.  It was his only statement.  Thereafter the man seemed to have gone a little--batty?  Once becoming “absorbed” with Jake and John, the strange looking Gram Q kept to himself.  He was a weird bird to begin with…
	Colleen, Maggie, and Brian were “absorbed” into the family of Mike, Jake, and John, they were too confused to realize that Mike and Gram had been the ones who had kidnapped them.

What the fuck?
	“Oh, I am ever so grateful!”
	Timidly he stretched out his hand to the girl.  She was--whole.  No sign of bruises, breakage, abrasions or anything to show that she had been in torment or peril.  She was nude but that didn’t seem to be a factor or recognized (to the girl.)  Flicking his light about, Logan saw the girl’s torn clothing, the rope that had secured her, and the various items that had been used to fuck and sodomized and torture her--relentlessly.
	But the girl, Ruth Ann, seemed perfectly ok.
	That was wrong.  Really wrong.
	What the fuck was going on?
	“Uhm, like--uhm, w-who are you?” Logan asked.
	The girl clutched her hands together holding them to her chest, she cocked her head to one side, smiling and blinking and not at all alarmed about being nude, in a dark dank cave, with a clothed hard-up teen boy (alone) before her.
	She then took on a puzzled look and couldn’t come up with an answer, a name.  She didn’t know.  Amnesia?
	Logan was curious as to why there were no distressing marks on her body.  He shone the light all about her and the girl didn’t seem to mind!  He walked around her to look at her back--her backside where there should be numerous welts and marrings.
	There were none.
	Then, something occurred to him and he returned to her front side shinning the light to her coochie.
	He stared wide eyed with amazement and confusion.
	“What the fuck?”
	Virginal!
	The girl’s poon appeared VIRGINAL.
	That wasn’t right.

	She LOOKED like Ruth Ann Hasseman.  Same red hair in twin pig tails, same freckles, same round face, blue eyes, sweet Angelic face, her “Rebecca of Sunnybrook” persona/attitude.  
	It was confounding.
	Logan looked over his shoulder shinning the light about towards the entrance--just checking to see if Morgan had come in after all.  She hadn’t.  Logan stepped up closer to “Ruth Ann”, 
	“Uhm, well,” he said picking his mind, “let’s just say your name is-is uhm, Ruth, Ruth Ann.”
	“Oh!” said the girl, her eyes lighting up, her face in a broad smile, “That is ever so cleaver.”
	Logan didn’t know what to think.  He reached out and touched the girl on the shoulder, “Uhm, we-we should, uhm, get out of here.”  His hand roamed up and down the girl’s arm, then down her backside, Ruth Ann still holding her hands together at the top of her naked chest.
	Slowly down her smooth perfect backside he lightly brushed against her bare ass.  His cock nearly shot out of his pants, Ruth Ann did nothing but seemed to stare blankly (mindlessly) into the dark gloom of the cave.
	Logan continued, smoothing his hand on the girl’s ass, squeezing a cheek, both cheeks, and then probing her asshole.
	Despite her “virgin” appearance, the girl’s asshole was receptive to the invading prong from the teen rescuer.  He probed deeper and deeper into the girl’s rectum, it was tight, snug, and pleasing to him; the girl obeyed him without guff going to her hands and knees.
	He had asked her, “how’d you get here/do you know where you are” as well as, “do you know Arnold, Helga, how to give head?”
	Ruth Ann didn’t respond.  Logan had no idea.  None.  Then he didn’t care.  She was nude, his dick was hard--it was a no brainer.
	After creaming her asshole he was going to hump on her cunny a bit; he had pulled out of her backdoor and was spanking his monkey to her cheeks when there was a scream.
	Morgan.
	“Stay here!” Logan said harshly and dashed to the entrance of the cave.
	The whole gang had arrived and were petrified.
	“What the fuck?” Logan asked demandingly.
	“Creatures!” exclaimed Bud.
	“What?”
	“I-I don’t know what kind but BIG fuckers!”
	Logan gulped and blinked his eyes.  Was it true?  The latest of the news reports were reporting the mysterious sightings of behemoth creatures, mythical creatures such as minotaurs roaming the outer fringes of society--usually in the proximity of where vortexes or various types had formed.
	“They were right around the camp.” Arnold supplied.
	“How many?”
	“I don’t know, several.”
	Logan looked around, he thought he saw shadows moving in the dark areas of the forest.  A twig snapped and Morgan screamed again.
	“Get a hold of yourself!” Logan bitched, the girl was losing it.
	“Get in the cave, the very back.” it wasn’t probably the best solution, not the best course of action--to be walled up without so much as a weapon to defend against behemoth mythical creatures.
The Deep at the Edge of Darkness
	“This is bad, this is real bad.”
	Minotaurs, creatures, or whatever tore at the boards blocking the cave entrance.  Little Karen clung to Morgan tightly as did little Charlotte.  There was little time for Helga to gawk at the sudden unexplainable return of Ruth Ann and Logan hadn’t the time to explain she wasn’t exactly the same girl they had left behind.
	The boys picked up various “implements” to defend themselves, little would simple wood planks or miner’s tools would do against the hard rock bodies of mythical creatures.
	Logan peered over the side into the pit.  Curiously there was a glimmering from down below.  Its source was unknown but it was like a like shimmering.  Fear and near panic caused him to override logical sense and put himself and the others in jeopardy.  But it was the “unknown” or face the menacing minotaurs.  (and we know how much fun THEY can be…!!!)

	“Down there!?  Are you crazy!?” bitch Helga.
	“You got another option?” snapped back Logan.
	Courtney and Phoebe screamed as a huge lumbering ox-like creature filled the cave with a beller.  “I smell fresh meat!” it cried out and began stomping towards the back of the cave.
	Helga was the first one down into the pit of unknown.
	Morgan went nextly so as to help the others slide, tumble, trip, and fall to the bottom.  Logan helped from the topside.  When the last child was over the edge and gone Logan looked up to see what he couldn’t believe:  it WAS--it WAS a minotaur.  The news reports were way off.  The minotaur in Logan’s eyes was HUGE!  Seven foot at least, HUGE ugly horns that were misshapen out the side of its head, huge rippling chest, oversized head as a whole, incredible beefy arms and legs--muscular.  It wore a breecloth for some reason and actually had the head of a bull.
	It roared and snorted at the puny human.
	Logan lost his ability to hold his bladder and bowels.

	A great ruckus caused the group to tremble as they assembled fifty feet from the upper cave floor.  The new area was something like a tunnel.  It was cold and damp and filled with shimmering light.  Droplets of water echoed everywhere, strange glowing lichen and scree covered the walls.
	Logan noted that in some places in the walls there were niches, little holes that actually seemed as if they had been carved.
	Did he bother to look into the carved holes?
	Yep, he did.
	And?
	Yep, you guess it, skulls.  Skulls with small little holes all over the head, gaping eyes and mouth.   Hmmm, sounds familiar, don’t it?
	The walls were not like the upper cave area, more porous and with color schemes all about.  Carefully the group trembled their way along, the ruckus in the upper cave dwindling as the huge behemoth creatures were enabling to pursue their quarry.
	A great shimmering pool greeted them.  It was the end of the line, so to speak, although there could have been other tunnels or such in the upper dark recesses of the cave-room.
	The new room spanned some fifty feet across and twice that to the ceiling.  Logan wasn’t quite sure but thought he could see some stars above.  But he wasn’t sure.
	Naked Ruth Ann stepped up to the shimmering pool, she was the only oblivious to the dangers or horrors.  Arnold was a little shocked at Ruth Ann being where she was, and naked.  The other boys ogled the girl, Logan’s usually hard cock was too frightened to join in--it was then he realized he had shit and pissed himself.
	The “odor” of his defoulment mingled with the pissings from the other kids, Morgan herself had had the piss scared out of her.  Logan, though, was the only one who had crapped himself.
	“Mmmm,” said Ruth Ann stooping down to the shimmering pool, “this water is EVER so delicious!” and she gathered a palmfull of water in her hands and drank.  Then she took another palmfull and brought it up to the top of her chest and let the water splash down her body.
	Logan noticed the cuts on her hand from the recent trek miraculously healed.  He had some cuts to his hands and shins and knees (and a gooey unpleasant mess in his shorts.)  Slowly he dipped his hand into the shimmering pool.  It spanned just as much as the room was, a light lime greenish color, he assumed the water was actually crystal clear-like but some phosphorous chemical production or some other sort of light source from within the pool gave it its curious glow.
	Logan saw within seconds the cut on his hand healed.
	“Holy crap!” he exclaimed.  Taking off his shoes he rolled his pants up, his shins and knees had taken a serious beating and were very bloody and bruised.  Everyone watched as he sank his legs into the water, then seconds later pulled them out and they were healed!
	“Everyone, take your clothes off.” Logan and Morgan said, the kids did so willingly, without the horror of the minotaurs resounding about them, the fright level had diminished.
	Logan stepped off to one side to be out of eyesight of anyone seeing his crapped in drawers.  He didn’t know quite what to do with his pants and underwear, he didn’t think it too good to soil the pristine healing waters of the pool.  He ditched his shitty clothes and moved a little further away from the others before slipping into the pool.
	It was strange, once his body as a whole was engulfed in the refreshing healing waters there was a unique tingling all about.  His balls mostly, then his cock and crown.  Then like having a dramatic orgasm the feeling intensified from his toes to the hair on his head.
	And too, there was the strange knowing of not sinking.  Though he could not actually “see” the bottom or feel it with his toes, he floated.  He could “force” himself to go under the water and he could see very clearly the others floating about--but there didn’t seem to be a bottom to the pool just the same.

	“Hey, Ruth Ann, isn’t this yours?”
	“Oh, why thank you, Arnold, you’re ever so kind.” then, “Oh my, it is ever so pretty, you are the sweetest.”
	In the background Helga could be heard gagging.  Phoebe snickered.
	A small necklace Arnold had found on the small shoreline encircling the shimmering pool.  He knew it was Ruth Ann’s as he had given it to her some time beforehand.  But to Ruth Ann, it seemed like she had never seen it before.
	The cuts and bruises, scrapes and gouges, nicks were miraculously healed--the group was astonished.  Even old scars and broken bones were healed.
	“What do we do now?” asked Bud.
	Logan had know idea.  (well, a few, but…)