August Moone Continuing Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter One
Open Season

Awakenings
	She awoke with a dull aching throb coursing thru her entire body.  A mound of dirt was in her mouth--in the literal sense.  Her mind was foggy inasmuch as was her eyes.  Something was terribly amiss.  Terribly.  The more she tried to the think the worse her mind seemed to cloud over and create undue confusion--among other things.
	Slowly she became aware of something.
	A feeling.  A sensation.  In the beginning it was unknown and strange to her.  Then, it was incredible and sensational and very rewarding.  The confusion in her mind continued to thwart her but she deduced that she was having sex--she was being made love to.
	It was good sex.  Her mind dwelled on that and let it linger.
	Then, she began to think.  WHO was making love to her.
	Her husband, Paul, of course.
	Her eyes fluttered.  Her eyes fell onto a face sweating above her.
	It wasn’t Paul.
	She didn’t know who it was--but it wasn’t Paul.
	She was deeply confused--more so than before.
	If not Paul--who?
	She began to grow a little frightened--if not concerned.
	Something wasn’t right--no, not right at all.
	The man who was not Paul her husband continued making love to her, Patty continued to enjoy it--for the time being.  She was deeply confused to be sure--was it a dream?  (or fantasy?)  Secretly she had had fantasies of being made love to be by other men--even multiple men!

	Slowly, very slowly, Patty’s mind checked in.  The confusion was still there but slowly ever so slowly dissipating.  Above her there were light puffy clouds.  Huge towering pine trees surrounded her.  The time of day seemed to be mid afternoon--but that was only a guess.  She was still being made love to, but by someone different.  And still not Paul.
	Slowly she came to realize something was very-very wrong.
	She was restrained, her ankles were held firmly as well as her wrist.  She was spread out on the ground, naked being apparently raped by two bearded men she knew not.  Panic began to swell within her and she began to rant and twist.
	To no avail.
	She only brought pain to her wrists and ankles and her doings incited the man raping her.  He grinned and fire erupted in his coal dark eyes.  His invading penis in her pussy was amazingly hard, stiff, and she could only guess it was massively LONGER than her husband’s barely adequate six-incher.
	 Thrashing about Patty suddenly saw her eldest son, Frank(ie).  He was butt naked.  He seemed a little terrified.  Behind him was the first man who she had seen on her the first time.  Clouds of utter confusion once more filled her mind.  She couldn’t for the life of her come to understand how the horror was happening, or had happened.
	Frankie was on his knees and forced to come up to his mother’s left shoulder.  He was crying and sniveling, under his nut sac was a dangerous and very deadly LARGE hunting knife.  It gleamed in the filtered sunlight.  A naked man, the first one, made small whispers into the boy’s ear, caressed the boy’s bare ass and then began masturbating the boy’s penis.
	Patty was livid.
	But there wasn’t thing one she could do--she ranted, raved, made undue demands and so on and more so.  To no avail.  She was well secured to the ground and her son was in a precarious situation himself.  The first man despite the beard seemed well groomed, not a crazed mountain man.  The man who continued raping her, grinning, was not toothless or equally crazed.  His beard was more fully and thicker.
	“Suck him.” came the hellish command from the knife wielding man.
	Patty was instantly repulsed.  There was no way--no fucking way!
	She had seen her young son naked, many times.  No big deal, she was his mother!  She was even mildly aware of him “playing” with himself.  It was a given, a natural thing.  ALL boys jerked their schlong at one point or another, mostly in their young pubescent life, early teen hood, and so on.
	The boy’s penis didn’t get hard, despite the man masturbating it.
	The boy was terrified, petrified.
	The boy’s mother was horrified.  (Among other things)
	The man with the knife merely smiled and nodded to the distraught mother, indicating that she should probably look to her left.  She did.  She went beyond the mere meaning of horrified:  her other two children were also nude and tied to a nearby birch.  (equally petrified and terrified, too)
	“Suck him.” re-spoke the man with the knife--(Or else) was written on the man’s face and earnestly conveyed to her.  But sucking on her son’s penis was repulsive.  She was his mother.  She couldn’t!  It was too horrible a thing to do.  
	The man who had been screwing got up, sat back and masturbated some.  He hadn’t cum, not yet.  He stood and made way to a pile of clothes and what looked like backpacks.  When he turned around again he wielded a great hunting knife himself.  He slowly made his way to the two younger children.
	“OH MY GOD!  NO!” screamed out the woman.
	“Suck him.” repeated the first man, more force was in his voice.
	“I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt my babies!” frantically spoke Patty.

	Sucking on her eleven year old son’s penis was--different.  Occasionally she had sucked on her husband’s cock.  As a teen she had sucked a boyfriend’s cock but didn’t overly receive personally any pleasure out of it.  But as long as the owner of the cock she sucked did that was all that mattered.
	The situation of sucking her son, though, was insane.  Totally!
	She went down on him, at eleven his lily white schlong wasn’t much but it was just the simple fact that it was her son’s!  She closed her eyes and suddenly felt the sudden urge (if not need) to finger herself!  Her pussy quivered.
	Thankfully, sort of, the second man returned and mounted her, sliding his wicked fuck stick into her cunny.  Patty trembled and shuddered and clenched as the man slid into her sex.  Her mouth tightened up around her son’s cock and then she found that her right hand was free.
	Free only to caress and console her son.  To fondle his balls and his ass.  After a few moments the boy’s dick was rock hard and he pumped into his mother’s mouth.  The boy could only merely stare.  There was no denying the “feeling”, the sensation that getting sucked presented; there was the disgust and horror of the mother having to do the dirty deed; but it was low key--his cock felt GREAT!
	He was a cummer, too.  Only a few times had he achieved the wondrous event, the ultimate sensation.  Once more the “feeling” came and he was deeply embarrassed and horrified at creaming off into his mother’s mouth!
	She sucked him, though.  Sucked him good.  She sucked his balls and caressed his ass.  Frankie was only partly aware that his mother was not quite herself, not quite acting on her own volition.  But, be that as it may.
	The boy then was positioned onto his mother’s face by the two naked men.  Frankie didn’t know who they were but he was deeply fearful of them.  He and his family had been en route to the City when the family car broke down.  A small town nearby had been inundated with National Guard as a result of strange occurrences--peoples suddenly disappearing, green tornadoes that laid down and sucked everything in thru the top.
	Frankie recalled a van going by them, slowing down and pulling off into the woods.  No other vehicles came by.  He recalled hearing some sort of high pitched whirring sound; then he (and assumably his entire family) were blinded by a brilliant bright brain piercing light.  When Frankie came to his senses they were in some deep woods--and deep ungodly horror.
	His testicles were nestled into his mother’s mouth and he was forced to lay down with a gentle push from one of the naked men.  Frankie lay all the way down, pressing the side of his face to his mother’s stomach area.  The bearded naked man squatted down before him, nestling himself between the boy’s mother’s legs.  He grinned and worked his massive fuck stick.  To Frankie, it was HUGE.  The man moved up and had Frankie keep his head still and straight--and to watch as the massive fuck stick of the bearded man enter the boy’s mother’s pussy.
	Meanwhile, behind the boy, the second man fondled/caressed the boy’s ass; having the distraught mother do likewise, suckle on her son’s fuzzy testicles and watch in ultimate horror as the boy was penetrated by the second man’s equally massive fuck stick.

	The bearded bastard began to cum, long and hard--driving his gangly full sized prick DEEP into the woman’s pussy.  He shot one massive load and then another and then pulled out and emptied the remainder of his jiz onto the young boy.
	Behind the young boy the beardless man pumped his fill, filling the boy’s virgin rectum with hot monkey love.  As with his friend at the boy’s mouth, two to three good jiz pumps and he pulled out to empty the rest on the boy’s ass and crack.
	Beneath the boy the boy’s mother was out of her mind.
	Her ordeal was far from over, though.

                                                   *****

	Other than Frankie, there, too, was his brother Dewy and sister Nina.  Dewy was nine and Nina was six.  They, too, were also naked.  They were highly frightened but neither were hysterical--only their mother was hysterical.
	The first man came onto her, dragging his limp cock up against her pulsing pussy.  There was no denying the sexual bliss from being poked so hard by the second man, but rape was rape.  She was not willing to be fucked.  Well, not OVERLY willing.  She wanted desperately to get laid, but on her own terms.
	And no, it didn’t matter if the one poking her was not her hubby.
	The first man laid his naked body down on her, suckling her breasts, kneading them and grinding against her swamp box until his prick was once more stiff enough for penetration.  She was still horrified and livid that he had sodomized her son, he had forced her to suck her son’s penis.  Then suddenly his prong became greatly engorged and stuffed her.
	She shivered.  If it weren’t for her family present the “rape” would not be so intense and she would have been able to deal with it on a more congenial level.
	As the first man plowed into her cunny and they “grooved” on the humping, Patty watched in even MORE horror as the second man was forcing her children into even more horrendous activities.  Each in turn, Frankie and Dewy were compelled to tongue lash their little sister.
	The little girl was none too enthused about the insidious ordeal--but there was more to come.  The child’s oldest sibling was commanded verbally as well as with a harsh stare to “mount” her, to drag his penis up and down where he had just been licking and then stuff her.
	The child was a virgin.
	Was.
	Dewy got in the act, as well, by placing his testicles into his sister’s mouth, basically sitting on her face as Frankie had done on their mother.  Frankie tried NOT to fuck his sister, he grinded and did what he could not to hurt his little sis, but the bearded bastard smacked the boy’s ass--HARD.  He was then thusly compelled to fuck his sister.  Only partially did he sorta-kinda enjoy it.
	As the little girl underneath freaked out, she somehow enticed brother Dewy and he got a nice boner.  His little ass was smacked, too--forcing him to keep his balls in his sister’s mouth.  
	And speaking of mouth, as Dewy got wood, fucking brother Frankie was forced to come down and suck it.  The Bearded Bastard smacked Frankie’s ass, squeezed the cheeks and finger fucked his gooied asshole.
	Beardless Bastard fucked the distraught mother into sheer oblivion.
	Beaded Bastard removed his finger and replaced it with his cock, sodomizing the boy while he fucked his little sister and sucked his little brother’s dick.  Their mother watched it all and basically lost her mind.

	The sun filtered thru the great tall pines, the day was getting late and cooler.  A few birds twittered here and there, a babbling brook was nearby babbling, squirrels and chipmunks chased one another along the ground and trunks of the trees.
	Both boys, Dewy and Frankie, fully fucked their little sister AND mother.  Neither boy really liked the ordeal, only their cocks did.  There was no denying the incredible sexual sensations of pumping pussy, asshole, and mouth--but the manner of which they had to participate darkened the deeds.
	The mother was gone.  Her mind.  She remained secured to the forest floor watching as her children were raped by the two naked Bastards.  Each child of Patty’s was sodomized, spanked ridiculously harshly, fucked in the mouth and showered with urine.  Little Nina was raped by both men and both her brothers sandwich fucked her.
	The ordeal was not over.
	The family was tied with scratchy rope.  Patty was virtually mindless and could scarcely move on her own.  Little Nina was carried by one of the men and the boys walked in front.  They all went along thru the deep woods, crossing a creek and going down between a pair of huge hills until coming to a flat area.  The sounds of the woods decreased and there was an occasional sound of a vehicle of some unknown type whizzing by on a possible highway--somewhere.
	The forest family were left alone--they were tied and tired and not a threat-worry of running off.  The two forest men left--but returned an almost an hour later with two more unwary victims.
	More trekking thru the forest--all thru the night; up hills, down gulleys, across creeks.  Lots of stumbling, falling, slight detours, and finally just at dawn arriving at a large cave.
	The cave was next to a large rushing creek.  The Konson family and the two newbies made their way across with the help of the two men--who had clothed themselves and entered the cave.  Lanterns illuminated their way--all the way to the back end of the cave which was a large room (of some sort.)
	It was cool inside the “room”, the entrance of the long narrow tunnel seemed awfully long. The two newbies, Janna and Julie, both seventeen, were deeply frightened.  Even more so as their bleary beleaguered eyes adjusted and so noted all the members of the Konson family naked.
	Janna and Julie were instructed to their knees.  The teen girls were deeply frightened--and had a right to be.  One of the men produced from a ditty bag that was already in the cave what looked to be like a dog collar.  The collar, though, was bigger, thicker, and had some sort of square box attached measuring like 2 by 3 inches.  Around Julie’s neck the collar with attachment was placed.
	There wasn’t much light in the cave, a small propane lantern was lit and the horror continued; with the exception of one of the Abductors leaving.  He was gone for quiet some time, why wasn’t known.  But in the meantime--the horror continued.
	It was the Beardless Bastard the group was left with.  One of the girls had overhead a partial convo before the Bearded Bastard left; words to the effect of:  “check the cabin” “erase the tracks”  “move the car”  “meet you there”  and “forest”.
	Something about a forest.  But then again, upon reflection, Janna reloaded that part of the conversation:  “Okay, forest, meet you back at the cabin.”  the Bearded Bastard wasn’t talking about “A” forest, he was calling the Beardless Bastard a forest.
	Janna knew people were named strange things, Madison, Hunter, Rusty, and on and on.  But forest?  She then seemed to recall someone in her family named Forest--but with two “r’s”, being Forrest.
	She didn’t know what was going to happen to her, or Julie.  She surmised something terrible; surmised more that something terrible had happened to the others.
	Janna was offered a can of soda.  A 7Up.  It was not cold like from the refrigerator, but it wasn’t warm, either.  She took the offering but didn’t pop the tab.  Not until the Beardless Bastard looked sternly at her, “DRINK!”
	He then turned his attention to Julie.  “Take off your clothes.”
	When Julie didn’t comply, she suddenly was reeling, rolling on the ground freaking out madly in some sort of extreme pain and distress.
	Hanna noted that Beardless Bastard (Forrest) had something in his hand, something like a remote control device!  She determined that it had a direct correlation with the dog collar w/attachment on Julie’s neck.
	Janna felt ill.  She sipped the soda and shivered in fear.  She and Julie were on their way to a city college campus to check it out.  Janna’s father hadn’t wanted them to go--not alone; too many strange occurrences were happening and it wasn’t safe for two teenage girls to be off on their own.
	But with the National Guard patrolling the roads, the car supposedly in good shape and the distance from where they lived to the City not that great, the trip was a go.
	And then a no-go as something went wrong with the car’s engine and it shut off in the dead of night.  Janna knew it had been a mistake to keep going, they should have stopped but with all the National Guard on the road, the seedy rest stop they had come to, the half full tank of gas--and neither girl sleepy--just excited about going to college--they decided to keep going.
	Big mistake.
	Julie sat up on her knees, covered in dirt.  She was deeply frightened.  A warning look came from the Beardless Bastard (Forrest); Hanna sipped more on the soda and Julie peeled off her shirt.
	Her shoes and socks came nextly, then her bra.
	She trembled in great fear.  Janna trembled likewise.
	Slowly Julie pushed down her jeans, tearing up and sobbing.
	“Stand up.” Beardless Bastard told her.  Nervously Julie complied.  Her panties were purple with white lace and flowers.  Snug fitting and regular fit.  She was told by Beardless’ finger to turn around.  Julie did so.  She also “bent over” and caressed her ass (as instructed verbally by the Beardless fuck.)
	“Virgin?” she was asked by the man.
	Julie didn’t answer straightaway but held her tongue for a moment.  She began to tremble, then, a small tingling feeling erupting around her neck.  She then violently nodded that she was, she was a virgin.
	Janna finished off her soda.  She was handed another and told to drink.  The other “members” of the cave were drinking, as well.  Julie tugged down her panties, her ass still to the Beardless Bastard’s face--he on his knees spaced just a couple of feet from the hapless terrified girl.
	With her panties finally off, the man sniffed the undies and licked the crotch!  He then tossed the slightly pungent garment to Frankie.  Frankie caught the panties but didn’t know what to do with them.
	Forest caressed Julie’s ass, lightly spanking it and lightly probing her tight anus.  He then pressed his face to her cool flesh and licked her crack.  He noted how appalled Janna was, he smiled and sat back, with head nods he indicated that he wanted Janna to lick Julie’s ass.
	Janna was horrified.  She had never-ever-ever done such a hideous disgusting thing.  
	“You ever taste pussy?” Forrest asked.
	Janna was almost too disgusted and horrified to even answer.
	“Suck cock?” the man asked, he sat up on his knees and pushed down his camouflaged hunting trousers--very closely resembling National Guard attire; which was why Janna and Julie were not too terribly frightened when the two men approached them.  The girls thought the two were NGs, out to help them.  Wrong!
	The man had no underwear.  His cock was long, stiff, and HUGE!
	Janna almost lost her ability to breathe.
	“Suck it or lick her.” said the man.
	Forrest stroked his beefy schlong, squeezing it at the base and squeezing his balls.  She would be sucking him soon enough--but for now, she had a choice.
	With eyes closed, Janna placed her quivering tongue to her friend’s ass.  She licked the cheeks before delving down into the warmth of Julie’s crack.  Strongly she was instructed to lick Janna’s rim.  Then, as Julie bent over more and more, Janna had was instructed to flick her tongue to Julie’s furry cunt.
	Frankie and Dewy got wood watching.  The boys’ mother was once more livid and horrified, sickened.  She was secured by the ropes and an electrified dog collar about her neck.  Another collar was about her youngest child’s neck, but it wasn’t electrified--no one knew that, though.

	Janna sat back against a wall of the cave-room--watching in ultimate horror as her dearest friend Julie was raped.  Repeatedly.  The Beardless Bastard did her first, he took his time and nailed her with his massive prong.  Despite her earlier decree declaring herself a “virgin”--she was not.  
	After several very long enduring minutes, the Beardless Bastard dismounted the girl, straddling her chest and humping her “A” cup breasts, bringing her head up so as she could suckle on the head of his dick.
	When he was done and done, for the moment, boys Frankie and Dewy came to fuck the distraught teen, the Bastard caressed the boys’ ass as they did so.  He, too, straddled the girl’s head and the boys sucked his dick.
	Janna had gulped down three sodas, one of the empties had been filled with water and she drank that, too.  She didn’t know why she was having to drink so much.  
	Her concerns were interrupted with having to “go down” on Julie.
	Julie, through dire duress, admitted to having had sex with a cousin and the boy’s father (her uncle).  She also had sex with her math teacher in order for her to pass his impossible class so as she could gain early entrance to college to be with her best pal, Janna.
	Janna was horrified.  A little livid.  ‘you think you know a person!’  Julie was her bestest best friend and to keep her sex life to herself was incredible.
	Janna was a virgin.  She had never sucked cock, or pussy.  She had no stray thoughts even or what doing so would be like.  She WAS curious about sex, but wasn’t ready.  She WAS horny, but wasn’t ready.  She DID masturbate, so she WAS human.
	After munching on Julie’s cunt to the Bastard’s satisfaction, she sat on Julie’s face to be munched out herself, except she was still in her jeans.  The Bastard (for apparent effect) stepped up to the haggard mother, Patty, and stuffed his prick into her mouth.  The two newest arrivals watched in awe as he was sucked.
	He pulled out and rubbed his prick all over the little girl Nina--all over her nude little body--mostly her face.  He then stuffed himself into the oldest boy’s ass, pushing the boy onto his hands and knees and mounting him doggie-style.  Sister Nina had to crawl underneath and suck on her brother’s prong and his testes.  
	Janna suddenly had the “need” to pee.  She kept it to herself but the agony of holding back the flood began to show.  It seemed to amuse the Bastard.
	“Gotta pee?” he asked in a light hearted manner.
	Janna nodded slightly.
	“Then do so.” he told her.
	Janna pinched her lips and looked about the cave.  ‘Where?’ she wondered.  She tried peeking up the long narrow tunnel to the exit of the cave--but the Bastard shook his head, ‘No.’
	Janna didn’t get it.  She managed to hold off a moment more.  The Bastard re-mounted Julie and fucked her.
	The urgency to pee began to mount as time continued to wear on.  The others of the group also had to pee, but it was up to Janna to make the first piddle.  But apparently, she had to do so in her jeans.  She had never pissed in her pants since she was a little kid.
	She was the only one still in her clothes, the Bastard had yet to touch her, save for caressing her ass and fondling her breasts.  But nothing more.  He was waiting, apparently.
	Finally, Janna could hold it no more.
	The man watched in some joy and Janna stood, legs open slightly, and sighed to herself as a torrent of pent up urine soiled her crotch.  Midway thru she was ordered to stop.  She was further ordered to take her jeans and just her jeans down, to her knees.
	Janna somehow managed to keep control of herself and she complied.
	She stood in light pink panties plain.
	She continued peeing.  The man had some sort of bizarre odd fascination with watching her urinate.  When down, the soiled undies were taken down and the man stripped off her clothes.  She then was pushed to the ground on her ass, legs open, sitting up.  The Bastard stepped up to her, straddling her body and pressed his foul hellish prick to her face.  With a powerful hand to the back of her head she was forced to nuzzle his hairless testicles.
	Janna was appalled.  Beyond appalled, beyond sickened, horrified, or any other word describing the event.  Down her throat the man’s prick filled, pumping her mouth relentlessly until she knew she was choking.  There was sudden chaos as the boy of the first family knocked himself into the Bastard and her friend Julie pounced herself onto him as well.
	Their efforts were well intended, but foolish.
	Julie wriggled on the dirt floor of the cave until she wriggled no more.  Frankie did so as well.  The mother, Patty, totally lost it and screamed her head off until a commanding blow from the Bastard’s hand smacked her in the face.  She fell backwards and slumped to the floor being very still.

                                                     ****

I Know You
	It took a while but there was nothing but time anyways, Mandy shared her nightmarish dream with Clorece and Kristy.  She still couldn’t believe that it WAS a dream, it had all happened in her mind.  It was incredible.  Kristy and Clorece explained that she had only been gone mere hours when the two men who had abducted them all returned.  They quickly had gone off in search and returned an hour later carrying her.  She had fallen at the creek and banged her head, the whole of her head was a bloody mass.  For days she had lain on the bunk in the Cabin unconscious.  Then, the first stirs of life.
	Then there was the fever.
	“The fever?” Mandy asked.
	“Yeah, it was terrible, those two men were worried you were going to die.  ‘If she goes, we can bury her out behind the cabin.’ One of them said.”
	Mandy got a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.  The fever.  She sighed.  When to herself in the dead of night, she wondered, the fever.  Had that been the time in her mind’s nightmare where she had come to the strange abandoned town in the forest, and that strange black train with the equally strange devil engineer?
	It must have been.	
	She kept to herself, spread her legs and let the two men have their way with her as they willed.  The other boys of the Cabin, too, had easy access to her--as directed so by the two men.  “Rules” had been dished out, the Cabinites were very aware of following them--and aware, too; the consequences of not.
	The Cabinites:  Chet-12, Rick-12, Jane and Molene at ten years.  Then Joey at eight and Connie seven.  There, too, was Kristy, Stacie, at Dawn at thirteen.  Mandy and Clorece at fourteen.  Lonnie thirteen and his brother, Hank, at twelve.  And Brock at fourteen.
	Newest arrivals were Janna-17 with Dewy a nine year old boy and Nina his sister at six.  They were brought in on a mid afternoon; extremely frightened and harrowed, and naked.  None of them spoke.  They sat together in a clump and watched in incredible astounding awe as the other inhabitants of the Cabin in the Deep-Deep Woods did stuff.
	Janna clung to little Nina with Dewy at their side--watching as the one called “Chet” laid down on the one known as Jane--this after Jane, a Chinese girl called Molene, another Connie, then some teen girls sucked the boy’s dick.  When the boy’s dick was good and stiff, he laid down on the girl Jane--after licking her pussy until his tongue got hard.
	The two Bastard men butt naked stood by a pot bellied stove and masturbated, watching and video taping the horror.  Janna was sick.  She didn’t understand what was happening, how, or why.  
	Chet fucked Jane, sucked on her little titties, kissed on her and pumped furiously until achieving the ultimate goal.
	“Cum on her pussy.” called out the Beardless Bastard.
	It was hard to stop fucking and even harder to stop cumming, but Chet ceased creaming in his girl’s cunt and pulled out to empty the rest on the hairless twat.  He jerked his gherkin to the ultimate glee, squeezed hard his balls and was “done.”
	“Clean her up.” spoke the same Bastard.
	Chet still wasn’t used to the taste of cum.  It was disgusting.  But he did the vile deed and sat back, he was done for the moment.  It was Rick’s turn.
	Janna noted on the boys and on some of the girls marks on their bodies, mostly their backsides--like they had been beaten, whipped--harshly.  She also noted dog collars on their necks.  She closed her eyes as her mind brought up the lifeless still body of her best friend.
	Rick fucked Jane and emptied his tool onto the girl’s cunny.  Unlike, though, Chet’s dick, Rick’s dick remained stiff.  He, too, had been sucked by all the girls of the Cabin.  With his prick still stiff, Jane pulled her legs back locking them with her hands behind the knees.  Rick went down and licked Jane’s asshole--all on his own!  Jane, too, presented herself on HER own!
	After a few minutes, “That’s enough.” said the Beardless Bastard.  Rick nodded and positioned himself so as he could ease into the ten year old’s asshole.  Janna was amazed that the girl was not freaking out.  Looking to her face, though, the girl seemed beaten.  She was trained, she was beaten.  She turned her head and closed her eyes and endured the butt fuck until the boy in her came once more.
	He strove, too, to make sure he came and came hard--so hard that his dick WOULD go limp afterwards.  If not, there was one more hole he would have to fill and after being freshly pulled from Jane’s crap chute, stuffing the mouth-hole wouldn’t be so pleasant.
	He creamed into Jane’s shitter, but also emptied onto her asshole as directed by one of the men.  He was exhausted and could scarcely move.  He lay beside Jane panting and sweating.  Jane frigged her pussy a little, her asshole hurt but she was used to it.
	“Move.” spoke one of the men.
	Though he barely had the energy Rick complied and moved to where Chet was sitting recouping.  A young boy, Joey, came to straddle Jane’s chest.  She sucked him and then he placed his hairless eight year old testicles into her mouth--while all the other girls took a turn at sucking his dick.
	When he was good and stiff he stuffed Jane’s pussy.
	He was too young-immature to achieve actual cum-off orgasm, but not for the lack of trying.  He still had a stiffy after fucking his fill, but unlike Rick, he didn’t have to butt fuck Jane.
	A teenage boy who had a very handsome face, but a badly marred backside--the welts looked fresh, too; he came and got his cock sucked by all the girls and with little Connie sucking he nearly came off in her mouth!  (she had been the last girl)
	He went down and tongued Jane’s cunt and bits of cum dripped from his prick.  Janna was beyond horrified, it was total insanity!  There was naught to do about it, though, naught.
	After Lonnie, there was Brock and then Lonnie’s brother, Hank.
	Jane was well worn out.  She was picked up by one of the men, the Beardless Bastard, and taken outside.  Janna wondered for what reason, to be killed, raped, tortured?  The boys stood at the small open kitchen and washed themselves.  Thereafter they had a bite to eat.  Occasionally they checked Janna.  Janna knew, in the back of her mind, soon and very soon she was probably going to get doinked like Jane, too.  She cuddled Nina and wondered abut her fate.

                                                   *****

Best Laid Plans
	The sun was almost down beyond the tallest pines.  A quiet coolness wafted thru the dense forest.  The babbling brook nearby didn’t seem as loud as before.  He needed a shave.  A shave and a hot-hot bath.  A change of clothes and probably a change of venue, a new look, a new direction.
	The beginning of the horror express had been okay, a little dicey with the Law, getting lost, the van having troubles, and so on.  The best laid plans they had concocted had gone pfft!  They had spent time and money and hard labor reconstructing Seth’s cellar/basement into a good and proper dungeon only to wind up making merry with the Captives in Seth’s hunting cabin.
	Jane wiggled in his lap.  He held her but not in a manner of which was “settle down.”  He nuzzled his whiskery chin into her noggin.  It was time to go.  He was never one to stay in one place too long anyways.  He still wanted to make his way to the Midwest and look up his cousins, the Mitchells.
	“I gotta pee.” quietly spoke Jane.
	Forrest opened his legs, “Go ahead.” he moved the girl’s bare bum so as when she began to urinate she did so on his cock.  Jane placed her legs over Forrest’s legs, leaned back into his naked chest and released her bladder pressure.
	She farted, too.
	Forrest began fingering the girl’s pussy as she peed.
	The Cabin door opened and the other man came out, accompanied by Kristy.  
	“You all right?” the second man asked.
	Nothing verbal from the first man, Forrest, just a head nod.
	In the distance a helicopter’s throbbing could be heard.
	“This aint gonna calm down for a LONG while.”
	“Not likely.”
	“I’d like to get the hell outta here.”
	“Me, too.”
	“I could sell out, but the house would take too long and no one’s buying right now anyhow.  Everything’s went to shit in a handbag.”
	“We might just be able to swing it anyhow.” Forrest spoke before thinking, “We”, it meant including Seth.  He liked Seth, sure, but Forrest actually preferred acting on his own.  It was just his nature.
	“I can sell just about everything in the house, and I suppose just leave it.  The Guard, though, can we deal with them?”
	Forrest stretched and patted Jane’s belly.  No matter what, he was keeping her.  He loved her.  Kristy he liked, too, and Mandy.  And Dawn, Clorece, Molene…
	He sighed.  His mind was filled with the Konson family, and the friend of Janna, Julie.  The electronic dog collar had fucked up, letting out too much current and when she and the others had tried their luck at creating chaos in the cave, the collar had malfunctioned.
	With Seth’s help they had collapsed the cave, sealing in the bodies of Patty K, her son Frankie, and Janna’s friend, Julie.  He had bad feelings about the tragic ending for them and he didn’t like it.
	Seth said no more and put Kristy to her knees.  She sucked his cock and balls and then turned about on her hands and knees.  Seth entered her and fucked her until he could fuck no more.
	Jane turned about and straddled Forrest’s lap, snuggling into him.  Forrest wrapped his arms about her and she went to sleep.  Forrest remained awake for a while longer.  Seth returned Kristy to the Cabin then came out and set quietly with his friend.  It HAD gotten out of hand, just a little.
	When the moon came clearing the tops of the tallest pines, Forrest moved into the Cabin, Jane staying with him.

Rituals
	The smell of rain was in the air, the two Bastard men remained at the Cabin (of Hell).  Janna expected to be horribly raped, re-raped, sodomized and tortured, but it didn’t happen--not on the first day; the first FULL day.
	Janna wasn’t even introduced or the others to her.  She and those she had come with kept to themselves in the one room cabin.  But through the course of the day and the days that followed she and the others got to know one another.  (and it wasn’t until days later, about a week actually, that she got to know them VERY well.)  In the interim she sat back and watched daily rituals.
	As before upon her arrival, Janna watched as the girls sucked off on the boys, all the girls to all the boys.  Then, each girl assumed some position--either on her back or on her hands and knees (or as in the case of a girl named Dawn she straddled herself on some of the boys to receive them).
	That seemed to be all for one day, the event of such took place around noon so it seemed.  Everyone got to have breakfast, everyone also got to go outside.  Janna noted the presence of “cameras” in the cabin.  She was warned by the others not to run off; the cameras captured their every move and there were, too, probably hidden cameras.
	The tale of what happens to those who defy, make trouble, or generally piss off the two Abductors was earnestly instilled to the newbies, along with the tragic incident involving Mandy.  Mandy only gave up a little of her nightmarish torment.  It was still too real to her, too intense to even share.
	One day it was the boys “doing the girls”, after the girls sucked off on the boys.  Then, the next day the girls did the boys--this after the boys licked out the girl’s cunny.  Throughout the day there was mutual masturbation, peeing on one another, and light humping w/o penetration.  On the third day, sodomy.  The girls on their backs with legs back or on their hands and knees.
	The fourth day had the girls 69ing one another in the morning, then in the afternoon the boys fucked the girls’ holes--one boy pumping into the girl’s mouth if she were on top as well as filling the pussy of the girl on bottom.  Meanwhile, behind the girl a boy was positioned there to fuck her asshole, have his balls washed in the girl’s mouth who was on bottom.
	It was disgusting for Janna to see, Dewy and Nina had to view the whole sordid details--but so far had not participated.  (well, not with the kids of the Cabin anyways.)  When Janna or the other two with her needed to potty--one of the Bastards took her/them outside and while doing their business, the Bastard with them had his way--with Janna it was usually between her legs.  The Bastard with a beard fucked her hard and furiously while the Beardless Bastard was more gentle.
	If she had to poop, she was fucked in the cunt.  She was generally urinated on and forced to suck the man’s cock until he came in her mouth; he then generally unload the rest of his jiz on her face and chest.  If she peed rather than pooped, her asshole was filled with his manhood.  If she did both, it was a crap shoot.
	Little Nina was taken out alone, as was Dewy.  She didn’t know what happened (sexually) to them.  She could tell if they had been “breached” or not; so far, by the 5th day, they had not.  But it was only a matter of time, she feared.
	On the 5th day, it was the boys to boys.  The boys sucked on one another, rubbed one another’s ass, sucked testicles, and placed their faces between one another’s ass cheeks.  Janna was horrified and sickened.  It was too incredible to believe.
	In the afternoon, after lunch, the boys took to butt fucking one another--when the boy doing the fucking had cum, he had to go between the boy he had fucked and lick his hole clean.
	Then, the following day, (the 6th day) it started all over again.
	This time, Janna and the two with her joined in.  not overly willingly.
	During the long enduring week, Janna, Dewy, and Nina got along with the others of the Cabin.  They discussed their plight, talked about their past life and potential new life.  Janna was still upset and horrified at what had happened to Julie, and the mother of Dewy and Nina.
	On Janna’s first day, she gave head to ALL the boys.  Nina, too.
	The taste of “cock” was not too bad, the boys ranged from fourteen years to eight.  Nice boys, Janna understood they were in a perilous predicament as was she and there was really naught to do but comply--and suck.
	She didn’t really mind so much sucking on the likes of Lonnie and Brock, 13 & 14 yrs respectively.  Chet and Rick were twelve years young and she was okay with them, too.  Joey, however, was merely eight years young.  But the warnings given to her about the beatings if someone didn’t comply--what happened to Mandy, the bear stories, the beatings--sincerely prompted Janna to suck Joey’s eight year old schlong, his balls, and everything without delay.
	Lonnie creamed in her mouth.  So did his brother Hank (also twelve).
	It pained her to see the horror stricken Nina servicing the boys, one cock after another went into her sweet little mouth.  Brock and Rick creamed in her mouth, Chet was close but was at his allotted five minutes and had to pull out.
	Surprisingly, it was up to the Group as a whole as to who would first fuck Janna and Nina.  Janna and Nina had no vote.  Janna was no longer a virgin, Nina was.  Brock, the oldest, got dibs on Janna.  She understood that they were all in a dire situation, the group as a whole would be punished (severely) if they didn’t do what was decreed to them by the two Bastards--who were not present.  They often left for long periods of times, but the running/operating cameras kept the Cabinites in check and in obedience.
	So Brock did Janna.  He was gentle and said nothing.  He took her in, drinking her in, admiring her, but kept silent.  His hands worked her breasts and caressed her ass as he pumped into her.  She and Brock were the center of attention making love on the pile of bedding in the center of the cabin.
	Brock managed to cum.  His pretty eyes fluttered, he was lathered in sweat, and his cock ached from the ridiculous amount of fucking he was into.  Janna felt his cock pulsing inside her.  It was incredible.  She could, too, feel the Bastards cocks cumming when they raped her.  She didn’t consider her lovemaking with Brock rape.
	After Brock came Lonnie.  He didn’t cum.  He tried.  He moved more and seemed kinda clumsy.  His eyes kept closed most of the time.  There was a pocket watch Clorece had possession of, given to her by one of the Bastards.  Five minutes were allotted to each member.  If you didn’t cum in five minutes, or achieve some sort of orgasm, you were done.
	Chet took his turn and needed all of the five minutes to squirt his love cream into Janna’s pussy.  He almost wanted to kiss her, his passion was high and he was vocal about his lovemaking, too.
	The remaining boys, Rick, Hank, Joey and Dewy took their turns but didn’t cum.  Joey and Dewy were too young too, anways--but not for the lack of trying!
	Inasmuch as Janna had issues of sucking on the young boys’ cocks, those issues were greater with the young boys mounting her.  She rubbed on their little soft asses and helped push them into her, to grind on her quivering quim, and so on for the allotted time.  Secretly, privately, she wished beyond wishes that she could be like Mandy and awaken from the horror to find out that it was all a bad dream, a bad fucking dream.  
	She stared up to the rafters and continued to be rocked.

	She didn’t like being made love to, not in the manner of which it was occurring.  She didn’t like sucking a guy’s dick, that was gross and not pleasing to HER in the least.  She didn’t like being peed on, spanked, or fingered out.  But above all those dislikes, she disliked licking out another girl’s pussy--but on the fourth day she was doing just that.
	It was appalling.  Licking or sucking on a guy’s prong was one thing, a guy’s dirt chute, another.  But sucking on a girl’s cunt with sometimes a blast of boy cum on it was beyond Janna’s capability to do.
	She wasn’t overly thrilled of being licked out by another girl, either.
	And it wouldn’t have actually been all that bad--if the girls were all of the same age, her age.  But the little ones--Jane, Molene, Connie, and Nina.  (She really had an issue of licking out on little Nina.)  Nina was just too young.
	But Nina was too young to be fucked, too.
	But during the first day of group fucking, little Nina got nailed.  It was decided that Joey having the smallest and youngest dick breach Nina first.  After his allotted five minutes Dewy could do her, then Rick, Chet, Hank, Lonnie, and finally Brock.  All the boys had to fuck the girl.  They had to.
	And naturally Nina wasn’t one hundred percent into the shenanigans.  She was six, though, and so easily swayed into the Cabin’s way of thinking and doing things.  There was an embarrassment/modesty factor to be handled, the boys didn’t really want to be watched while they “raped” such a pretty young girl.  But the scars and marrings to their nude bodies was just to the point of healing and no one wanted them back.
	Dewy didn’t care at all for cocksucking.  He caused a minor scene and threw a fit.  No way was he going to suck another dude’s schlong.  That evening when the two Bastards came in, they took the boy out of the cabin and moments later he was screaming bloody murder.
	A few of the Cabinites went to the one window, some to the door (dousing the light from within and peeking out).  Young naked Dewy was getting the beating of a lifetime.  When done, the boy was dragged into the cabin and secured in a precarious manner--at the pot bellied stove.  A set of iron rods were set up--as if straddling a campfire whereas a kettle of some sort would be placed.  In lieu of a kettle, the boy’s feet were secured to a rod going between the stands.  His blistered bare ass dangerously close to the searing hot of the stove.
	Not even a minute elapsed and the searing heat from the stove became a serious issue with the young boy.  Bearded Bastard stepped outside and was gone a few minutes.  Beardless Bastard fucked Janna in the mouth while she sat on the squirming boy’s face.
	Bearded Bastard returned with a flat piece of iron.  It was three feet long and half an inch thick.  He opened the stove door and placed part of the iron within.  No one in the Cabin said word one or moved.
	After several long enduring minutes, the flat iron was removed.  The end of it glowed a brilliant color of fiery red.  To the bottom of Dewy’s feet the iron was placed.
	He screamed several seconds into a delirious frantic Janna’s pussy--then he passed out.
	The little kids all were very upset, cringing, sobbing, crying.  The older girls were crying and in horror.
	Dewy was removed from his predicament, but turned over and held in place by Beardless Bastard while the other Bastard walloped the unconscious boy’s ass.  His flesh seared and blistered.
	“The very next one of you who defy,” breathed hard the Beardless Man, will get the same.  I’ll smack this iron to your pussy, your balls, or shove it up into your asshole and twist!” and he meant it, too.

                                                ****

	There was no “getting used to it”; but it was a daily ritual and done either within the presence of the two Bastards or not.  How many days it had actually been Janna didn’t know.  The one known as Mandy wasn’t very talkative, she seemed to have a best friend in the group, Clorece.  Mandy didn’t talk to her very much, either.  She kept to herself and did the daily “ritualistic” rituals that were pressed upon her but nothing much more than that.
                                             *****

	With all the “fucking” going around/on, there was slight worry about getting knocked up.  It was no sweat off the boys’ balls, but the girls worried.  There simply was no denying that getting laid felt good, that was a given and not up for debate.  But the fact of the matter was in the way it happened.  The girls didn’t want to see the boys punished and the boys didn’t want to see the girls punished.  And punishment was harsh to those who didn’t comply with the Bastard’s wishes.
	Janna was getting hammered in the ass by Brock while she slurped on Rick’s dick.  The others of the Cabin were doing daily rituals when something distracted them.  Half peeked thru the window above the sink, the others peeked out the door.
	Coming into view from the forest was yet more newbies.  A woman and two kids, a boy and a girl, all naked.  The woman wore a dog collar, the kids did not.  All seemed somewhat frightened but weren’t subdued--with the dog collar attachment that part of security wasn’t overly necessary.
	Once up to the Cabin the woman appeared to be a little more concerned for her welfare, she wasn’t alarmed (not yet), just concerned.  She seemed more worried than anything else.  The kids seemed curious and only a scooch frightened.
	The two Bastards nodded to the Cabin, they were aware of the inhabitants “peeking.”  they all came out and huddled on the small porch.  The woman was nearly devastated.  
	“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.  The kids backed up to her and stared at the naked Cabinites.  
	Beardless Bastard (Forrest) nodded to the boys, they came one by one and stood in a line shoulder to shoulder.  The woman looked to the boys with a little more shocked awe of horror, a little of alarm, some dismay.  She was deeply concerned and highly confused.
	Her two offspring were embarrassed but were scolded, “Don’t look away!” by the Bearded Bastard (Seth).  The young boy and girl exhibited a little more fright than earlier.  
	The girls of the Cabin were given the nod, they came down and took the children into the cabin.  The woman, Kim Whittaker, was pushed to her knees.  Then, one by one, the boys stepped up to be introduce themselves--via their rock hard everlasting cocks.
	Kim was Chinese, part Chinese.  Thick rich dark hair, short.  Creamy skin, semi-professional with so-so jewelry.  She was well groomed and poised, and held a very deep disturbing secret.
	“Don’t worry, they’re safe.” spoke the Beardless Bastard noting the woman’s concern.  She then took a moment to compose herself as she sat on her knees.  The cocks wavering before her were nice--teenage to pre-teen and younger.  The woman seemed to be in a slight quandary, a dilemma.  She gulped and closed her eyes and then somewhat willingly went down on the first cock, Brock’s cock.
	She sucked the boy until he filled her mouth with his love cream.
	Hank was next.  Brock went behind the woman, on his knees, and while she sucked on Hank Brock fondled the woman’s breasts and fingered her asshole.  His cock was in a dire ache, as were all the boys--fucking and sucking every day thru the day was taking a toil.
	Hank didn’t cum but that seemed to be okay.  Chet and Rick were sucked on nextly with Chet cumming and Rick not.  Lonnie took his turn and blasted a massive wad of hot spunk matter into the woman’s throat box.  He collapsed thereafter holding his severely aching cock.  “please, no more.” he begged.
	The young boys, Joey and Dewy were last.  Kim suckled their wares; hairless balls and all.  She then was laid out on the ground and the boys all took turns licking her pussy, straddling her chest and titty fucking her.  The boy’s, too, licked her asshole with her herself holding her legs back.  Lonnie managed to get wood again and so got the deed of stuffing himself into Kim’s asshole. 
	Chet also was hard enough to butt plunge the woman, the other boys were not.  
	Thereafter the boys stepped away and watched as the two Bastards took the woman for a hell of a sexual ride, double teaming her and sending her into sexual oblivion.
	 
	The dog collar had to be used as many as three times on the woman, then once on her son as the woman’s children were brought into the fray of sexual deviancy.  The blatant nudity of all the cabin inhabitants was one thing, the touchy-feely rub-a-dub-dub another and the final straw was the penetrations.
	Following the commands issued by the two adult men was beyond comprehension.  Brittany and brother Shaun were beyond horrified.  Only Brittany was mildly aware of what was probably happening to her mother outside the cabin.
	Shaun tried not to look at the naked girls--but in an open cabin it was kinda hard not too.  There was some desire on his part, too.  Seeing his sister naked was one thing and not really a big deal, she was his sister.  But there were girls from six years to fourteen.  The older girls were more developed and therefore the curiosity to “sneak a peek” was great.
	Brittany tried to keep her eyes to the floor, the older naked boys was a draw for her, too.  But, like her brother, there was a slight curiosity that just couldn’t be denied.
	When her naked mother came in, was brought in by the two naked adult men, the real terror was to begin.
	Complying with the issued order for Brittany to “suck” on Brock’s fourteen year old schlong was not only appalling to young Brittany, but detestable and not likely to happen.
	However, how mother suffered greatly for her refusal and Brittany freaked out.  Brittany so frightened she saw her dear mother flopping madly on the floor two more times and then her brother before the deed of sucking on the boy called Brock told her would end their torment.
	She sobbed and cried all through the horrendous ordeal.  She retched, gagged and did all those things a “first timer” would do.  Brock rubbed his stiffy all over the girl’s face.  He was asked, “Can you cum?” by the Beardless Bastard.  The boy shook his head that he couldn’t.  he didn’t gulp or give any other indication that he was lying.  He was given the nod by the man and stepped away.
	Lonnie stepped up to get his cock sucked.
	Then Hank.
	Then Chet, Rick, Joey, Dewy and lastly her own brother Shaun.
	Shaun had a tremendous boner.  Tremendous.  It was part of watching his sister suck, being naked, seeing all the pretty naked girls his age and older, and younger.  He was terribly frightened and still felt the tingling of electricity about his neck.  But he had a stiffy nonetheless and at last (at last?) his sister bobbed on his knob.
	She retched some and at one point almost vomited.  She recovered and continued to suck him.  He didn’t cum but he was close.  Like the other boys he rubbed his prick all over his sweet sister’s face.  Brittany sucked him wholly, balls and all.
	Then, Brittany lay down on the piles of bedding in the center of the cabin, legs open wide, and watched as each boy, starting with the oldest, went down on her.
	Brittany’s mother was livid.
	Shaun was--Shaun was awed.
	Each boy of the Cabin licked and sucked on Brittany’s twelve year old cunt, fingering her pussy, plunging a finger up her hole, licking her until she twisted and clenched the bedding.
	She was asked a few Q&As:
	Have you ever sucked a cock?
	No.
	Have you ever WANTED to suck a cock?
	NO.
	Do you masturbate?
	No.
	Does your brother?
	??I-I don’t know.
	Have you been kissed by a boy?
	No.
	Have you been felt up, or out?
	NO.
	Do you WANT to?
	NO.
	Ever been molested?
	No.
	Been naughty with your brother?
	??No, of course not.

	Young Shaun gulped, sweated, and blinked his eyes excessively.  Sucking a girl’s pussy was one thing he never knew was possible.  For one, a girl PEED from there!  He was curious about a girl’s pussy, that was a given and proved he was normal.  But actually LICKING a girl’s pussy was just not a part of his desire.
	He complied, though.  The tingling around his neck told him he did not want a repeat.  He licked his sister’s cunt.  He licked and licked and his cock became harder and harder.  It was a little funky, the cunt of his sister.  Up close and personal he got to see it more plainly.  It was okay.
	Young Brittany lay in a crumbled heap, panting.  Her eyes were wild and darted all about.  She was lathered in a layer of sweat, sex sweat.  Her body trembled over and over as her brother licked her poon.  He finally had had enough, though and sat up.
	Shaun was not thru, though.  There were as many as NINE other poons to lick out!  And he did.  He got more than an eyeful.  He was also in some dire distress, his cock.
	After tongue lashing Connie’s seven year old poon, the last girl to get licked out by Shaun, Shaun was given the command to fuck.  And since he was with Connie at the time he was told to fuck her.
	Shaun was oblivious to the fact of actually what “virginity” meant, or how to tell if a girl was or wasn’t.  and there was a host of “other” concerns and problems about having sex.
	He had been asked a few Q&As himself, did he jerk off, did he wish to fuck his sister, a girl his age--younger, his teacher.  Did he hump the bed, did he ever cum, snag his sister’s panties, or have secret desires about being “naughty” with any boys.
	Shaun was more appalled about answering those types of offensive questions than had been his sister.  But thru his tears and sobbings he confessed to being almost a daily masturbator.  He jammed a soda bottle that had a long neck to it into his asshole.  He DID have a pair of his sister’s panties, he also sold his sister’s panties to even more hard up boys at his school.
	He desperately wanted to see girls in his school (his age) naked, or at the very least in their underwear.  He had no desires sexually for his sister, she was his sister!
	So he fucked Connie.  Slipping his prick into Connie’s young cunt was incredible.  No words were yet invented to describe the act.  His face was classic, almost dog-like.  Pure shocked ecstasy.  Natural instinct prompted the boy to fuck in a rhythmic fashion.
	His mother and sister watched in downtrodden horror.
	He was allotted five minutes and then on to Molene, another Chinese girl.  He got it on with Jane nextly and was spent (exhausted) by the time he was done with her.  All the girls sucked his cock and balls, including his dear mother.  His cock though stiff beyond measure was in too much agony to continue sinking into the remaining poons of the cabin.
	But, he had to fuck once more--he was offered a horrendous choice--to sink his severely aching cock into his sister, his mother OR every swinging cock in the cabin would do them.
	Shaun had to take a moment to let that horrible scene sink in and congeal.  He looked to his mother and sister.  Shyly he looked to the other boys, some with boners some with dropping members dripping cum.  Could he stand to see them all fuck his sister, AND mother?
	Little did he know that that was the plan anyways for them…

                                                ****

	He didn’t know exactly what was exactly happening, but something was.  Something different.  It had an almost familiarity to it, but then again, he had never been in a pussy.  Getting a hummer from all the girls, plus his mother, was one thing--sinking his prick into a girl’s pussy was something else again.
	And then, at the end of the pumping session into Brittany he felt as if though he was peeing in her.  But it wasn’t pee.  He felt a strange surging through his loins, his cock.  He was no longer in control.  He clenched up, Brittany clenched up.  She was so pretty, she glistened in sweat, her nipples were perky, her back was arched with head tilted back.  Shaun lay totally on her, not knowing to raise his body off of her.
	Finally, the “orgasm” passed, subsiding slowly.  The feeling raged on in his loins for some time, though, even after pulling out.  He sat back looking at his naked sister.  Her pussy was bloody, his cock and balls, thighs, were smeared in blood.  Had he broken her pussy?
	Sorta.
	Some bedding was handed to one of the other girls and he was cleaned up, as was Brittany.  It was then his mother’s turn.  

	The boy banged his mother and was given an extra few minutes as he once more entered into the realm of sexual bliss, the ultimate goal.  His mother’s cunt was far from being tight, but it was just the point of fact that he was naked, with her, IN her.  The boy found a spot to pump and pumped heartily and fulfilling until the incredible feeling once more swelled within.
	His mother was frantic.  She was beyond livid; she was beyond furious and enraged.  And it was moreso put upon her as she could not lash out without the horrendous fear of being so horribly punished.  As he son began to cum in her, she closed her eyes and clenched as tight as she could.	One by one, the other boys of the cabin took a turn, mixed ages.  Some creamed her pussy--some IN her pussy while others emptied their spunk on her pussy.
	She also sucked on the boys.  Sucked on their balls and drained some cocks of their juices.  Cocks that were still hard found pleasure in plugging her asshole.  Brittany and Shaun were even more horrified, forced to watch up close and so personal-like.
	It wasn’t quite over.
	The boys of the cabin took turns with Brittany.
	Eight year old Joey was next after Shaun.  Rick and Chet followed, then Hank, Lonnie, and finally Brock.  Shaun took another turn at his broken sibling, stuffing her virgin backdoor.  The girl lay on her side, Shaun squenched up behind her.  Nervously she plied one cheek to allow anal entry from her brother.  Their mother was broken, too; she looked pleadingly to the two adult men, she couldn’t believe what was happening--it was just supposed to be a day outing in the woods.
	Mid way thru the butt fucking, the two siblings assumed the atypical doggie-style position.  Then, for effect, before the young sibling once more unloaded his spoolge, Brittany lay on her back with her legs drawn way back.  Her pussy ached terribly but not as much as her smoldering sphincter.
	Their distraught mother could see up close and personal Shaun’s cock slamming near effortlessly into Brittany’s asshole.  The ordeal was almost too much to bare.
	But wait, there’s more!
	Before anyone laid down for a night’s rest, all the boys took a turn at slamming into Brittany’s asshole.  Those who still maintained a boner butt rammed the mother, Kim.  Shaun, too.  After that, the cocks of the cabin were too shagged out to continue.  Cold water soothed them and they were bedded down.
	Tomorrow would be another day and bring new horrors.