August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 15
Didn’t See It Coming

Ewewewe, Doggie Breath!
	“Oh!  Aunt Laura.” BJ exclaimed. “Comet is…” she couldn’t finish, every inch of the Retriever’s schlong was buried to the bulge.  Laura, underneath, grinned and fondled Comet’s balls, ran her fingers thru the pooch’s fur, and pounded her poon into BJ’s face.
	 Comet's tongue hung out of his panting jaw.  His saliva dripped onto BJ's bare back.  BJ with her arms locked found pleasure and pain throughout her pain, the endurance was incredible.  She wondered how Kammy would feel if she knew?  And as crazy as Kammy was, maybe she would be too freaked out after all?
	Comet mounted his human bitch atypical doggie-style, his massive dog dick buried nicely into the girl’s cunt right up to the knot.  He seemed to strive to make entry with the “knot” but it wasn’t happening.  No matter, the other kinky bitch underneath was sucking on the knot…
	Earlier on BJ walked in on Laura whilst she was busy friggin her snatch, utilizing a very nice handsome ten-inch well formed lifelike cock.
	“Holy shit, Aunt Laura!” cried out BJ.
	Laura had been at first greatly alarmed, being caught off guard and all.  But it was another one of those days whereas no one was in the house.  Laura, though, made a mental note to put a fucking lock on the door…
	DJ was offered the magnificent dildo experience, she watched Laura fuck herself with it first, suck on it, and then tease her ass before handing it over so as soon to be niece could feel pleasure.
	More was to cum.  
	BJ fucked herself silly, to the maximum pleasure “allowed by law” and then some.  She came to the point of trembling and shuddering and was close to cumming off--when soon to be “Aunt” Laura approached her--with a strap-on!
	It shiny black, latex, twelve inches, thick, complete with dangling balls.  A black leather belt and “pussy patch” snug fitted against Laura’s body, 	she stroked the object and applied a little cock cream grease.  BJ knew what was coming, sort of.
	She lay down on Laura’s bed, legs open nice and wide.  She clenched in anticipation and received most of the massive phallic.  It was thrilling to the max and the two had a wondrous afternoon of lovemaking.  BJ was fucked into oblivion, then spanked silly with the fake cock, had it rammed most of the way up her ass--the two then settled into 69ing one another, spanking and then Laura got fucked by the strap-on.

	Their day was not complete without a shower (together).  It was then lounging naked in Laura’s room, taking a hit off of a righteous joint, deep Frenching one another--in the mouth as well as the pussy.  The two pounded snatch until they both hurt AND it invigorated them to no end.

	The strap-on got more playtime, BJ found a strange affinity for it.  She kissed it, sucked it, fondled the unique testicle sac, and had a myriad of torrid-torrid thoughts.  She ran the object of passion up between her lovely teenage mounds, then up between her cheeks before grinding it against her pussy.
	“You want me to fuck you again with it, BeeJ?” Laura asked.
	BJ grinned and blushed but made a subtle head nod, “Yeppers!”
	Laura was only too happy to oblige.  She strapped the strap-on, greased it up and with BJ on her hands and knees began poking the teen’s poop chute as well as her furry little snatch.
	Suddenly a voice boomed out, “Goddamn!  I got something better than that!”  Davey.
	Laura was a little startled and looked to him with a glare.
	‘I’ve got to put a Goddamn lock on that door!’
	Davey came on into the room, dropping his pants and pulling off his shirt.  His cock WAS enormous and WAS better then the dildo.  It just irked Laura that he “barged” in and “helped” himself.  She and BJ were having a “private” moment.  Oh well.
	Davey sized up the situation, “six holes, no waiting.”  Laura he guessed was a little peeved at him so he shied away from her and angled his monstrous 14-incher to BJ’s backdoor.
	“How much of me can you take, BeeJ?” he asked surreptitiously.  ’let’s find out!’

*

	She found the slimy warm fluid only excited her more.   Great gobs of doggie cum shot DEEP up into her asshole.  There was a mix of pleasure and pain--at times more of one than the other.  She hung her head down and  could see her own tits hanging down.  She was fascinated at seeing her hard nipples pointing towards the ground.   The nipples were stiff and extremely sensitive.  
	Her mind was in high gear; Laura’s big strap-on had pounded her ass, then Davey’s monstrous schlong--then here cums Comet!  She did enjoy getting pounded between her legs rather than her cheeks, but then again…
	Laura floundered underneath flailing arms and legs as she nosed on her soon to be niece’s snatch and Comet’s knot.  Meanwhile, Davey rubbed the head of his horse dick against Laura’s cunt.  BJ had her arms about the woman’s legs, Davey’s dong was only partially stiff enough to do the job intended.
	
	Slowly Davey made vaginal entry firstly.  Gliding his tool in slowly inch by inch.  Laura grunted and BJ could feel her hot breath breathing hotly on her pussy.  Comet pounded relentlessly into BJ’s rectum, she lost concentration on whatever she was thinking about.  So she returned her attention to Davey’s massive fuck pole sliding near effortlessly into Laura’s cunt.
	“Damn!” BJ remarked, then looking underneath her to the knot sucking Laura, “how fucking much dick can you take?”
	Laura muffled a response.
	Comet stepped up his pumping and Davey was twelve inches into Laura’s trim!  Laura wasn’t twelve inches around the waist in any direction!
	Davey was ALL the way in!  it was amazing.  BJ couldn’t believe Davey’s lengthy dong totally disappeared into Laura’s trim trim!
	It was phenomenal!
	Davey began to pump.  Slow and steady.  BJ could feel intense heat wafting up from Laura’s body.  Where had Davey’s fourteen inches gone!  She heard muffled sounds from Laura; maybe Davey’s dick was in her throat!
	Davey pumped, and pumped, long slow methodic humps.  He pulled most of the way out and then plunged all of the way in.  then repeated the process until he began to step up the pace.
	Laura twisted and gyrated underneath her niece.  Comet was furiously panting and butt fucking BJ.  BJ felt something was about to happen.  Comet was stepping up his progress, too.  Laura was frantic and pumping back into the furiously fucking Davey.
	Davey had stepped up his paces, determined to make good his orgasm and then some.  Laura clung to Comet and BJ.  BJ locked her arms tighter, squeezing her thighs to Laura’s head.  Comet just clung/held onto his human bitch, drooling and pumping, slamming his knot against her skin…
	Suddenly Davey tightened up all over.  He shuddered, then was an unknown sound unknown to all, even Davey.
	“EWEWEWE!” called out Laura.
	“What?” asked BJ.
	“Comet farted!”
	BJ held her giggle.
	Davey slammed every inch of his manhood into Laura’s trim, he jerked and shuddered and then…
	Then?
	“Go ahead BeeJ.” Davey said, he pulled his massive prong out of Laura’s twat and angled it to BJ’s face/mouth.  “Give it a kiss.”
	“Go ahead BeeJ,”  cooed Laura, “you’ve got to try it just once!” Laura had already done so (apparently)
	BJ hesitated, but Davey didn’t.  he was already shooting loads and loads of hot sticky gooey sperm.  The juic sprang out of Davey’s piss slit splashing onto BJ’s lovely teenage face.  She had taken her boyfriend’s juice to her face, but nothing in comparison to Davey’s massive manhood.
	Loads and loads still jutted from Davey’s cock, some made it into BJ’s open mouth, most landed on her cheeks, forehead, ears, hair, nose…
	BJ finally went down and DID kiss the tip of Davey’s cum shooter, she ran her tongue about his ultra sensitive crown, diddled her tongue to the piss slit before engulfing the head and going down.  Davey held her head back, angling her so as to form a sort of “tunnel” so as to allow as much of his 14-incher to ease into her gullet.

	When the huge staff reached the back of her mouth BJ adjusted her breathing to let Davey’s dong slip down her gulping throat.  She gagged, choked and retched but was somehow managing the massive intruding cock.
	 Davey couldn't believe what he was seeing. BJ was trying to deep throat his fourteen-incher!  
 	Laura let out a small gasp as Comet suddenly began to fully explode his cum filled balls.  It was amazing!  Laura heard the cum shooting out of Comet’s doggie dick, and from her vantage point underneath Comet (and Bonn Jo, great (and we’re talking GREAT!) gobs of dog cum squirted out of Bonna Jo’s hole.
	BJ had ten of Davey’s dick in her mouth, her throat, the whole “nine yards” but not the whole cock.  Nine was enough.  She tried, but a girl has to breathe, too, you know!
	Laura began working/teasing Comet’s knot as well as sucking on his still cum shooting balls.  It was amazing, truly fucking/sucking amazing!

When in the Course of Human Events…

	To say the least Forrest Finch was worked up.  Big time.  The image(s) of Bonna Jo and Laura sucking off Davey’s cock, taking his cock into their other orifices on top of taking on the family pet--was totally unfuckingbelievable!  Totally!
	Banging Nancy and Becky AND Wednesday wasn’t enough.  His cock was in overload.  And he didn’t think going out to the New Digs would help, either.  A little time off, actually, was what was needed.  Totally!  He decided it was best to keep his butt at home.  Seeing Wednesday and Becky prance about naked or in their undies (for visual stimulation, a girl in her panties rather than totally nude was sexually satisfying.)  
	He made grocery runs and house supply runs, but somehow managed to keep the Narly Senses at bay--although they went off near continuously.  Eddie was still mesmerized by what he had seen earlier.  Wednesday and Forrest, too, were still kinda curious about the phenomenon, themselves.
	One day Forrest was packing a small load of groceries into the (new) car when his Narly Senses kicked in.  He generally had quit paying so much attention to the 6th Sense, it was sometimes more trouble than it was worth the bother.  He firstly saw a group of young lovelies by a pizza parlor, a boy and girl mix that warmed him.  He thought all sorts of torrid things; seeing them tied up, making them piss their pants, have sex with each other in various deplorable ways and manners.
	But the Narly Senses weren’t directed to that particular group.  Forrest slowly looked around as he continued to unload the shopping cart.  The only other “possible” was someone at a bus bench.  It was a covered bus bench and a lone occupant sat within.
	Forrest completed loading the car and then took a leisurely drive up the small incline hill to the main road.  His Narly Senses went into high gear.  Taking a brief look and then a secondary double-take, Julie!
	Julie from the veterinarian’s office of her uncle sat on the bench inside the small bus enclosure.  There was a small dayback/school backpack at her feet, she seemed “lost in thought” and didn’t have the outwardly glowing facial expression as she had previously.
	Being nonchalant Forrest stepped up to the bus bench, checked the schedule and sat down.
	“Hi.” he said.
	The girl didn’t respond.
	It was then Forrest noticed a bruise on the girl’s cheek.
	“Uhm, my name’s Forrest.” 
	Julie didn’t respond but stared at her feet.
	The sun was getting to be a bitch, it was hot and the next bus was fifteen minutes due.  
	“You, uh, going someplace?”
	Again, no response.
	Another bruise was sighted on her arm.  The girl wore a short sleeved shirt but had a long sleeved outer shirt that was open; short jean shorts, no socks, tennis shoes. 
	“This one sided convo doesn’t work for me, how ‘bout you?”
	Nada.
	“Listen, hon, uhm, if’in you don’t really have a place to go to, I’ve two little girls at home who’d like you to be their friend.” then, “We’ve got fresh ice cream, some games…”
	Julie appeared to mull it over, but was in fear of “strangers” and etc.
	‘We can do this the HARD way or the EASY way, bitch…’
	A deputy sheriff’s car popped up over the road hill, slowly patrolling.  Forrest saw Julie’s instant fright and concern, she was riveted to the plastic bench seat.
	“You’d rather not be seen by the cops?” Forrest said.
	Julie shook her head that she didn’t.
	The sheriff’s car turned into the parking lot of the large mini mall, but didn’t approach and instead went towards the amassing teenagers at the pizzeria.  Forrest took Julie’s hand and offered her a smile.  Julie almost returned such.  She walked with a bit of a limp and another bruise was a black eye to her right eye.

*

	Seeing Wednesday and Becky in their underwear somewhat put Julie at ease.  Somewhat.  Becky was a little alarmed at Julie’s bruises but understood not to say anything or draw attention to it.  Nancy wasn’t home yet so Forrest had them to himself.
	Julie was reserved, not opening up.  Forrest deduced mildly that something in her young life had gone terribly-terribly wrong.  Either she had gotten into a girl-girl fight (and lost) or something else.  Forrest leaned towards the “something else.”  he had a notion but wasn’t sure.  For a kid, it could be lots of things.
	Eddie came bouncing out of the hallway, butt bare assed naked, Julie locked eyes on him, trying not to stare at his naked weenie dangling.  The boy scampered into the kitchen, Forrest noted the lad’s lengthy hair (on his head) and his usually young frail looking ghostly pale white body was showing signs of a really dark tan--which only meant the boy was “going thru the change” and before midnight he would be fully hairy and roaming backyards “fencing.”
	Julie sat in a chair in the living room, she sighed and yawned--then winced as her face hurt doing so.  Someone had given her a bad beating.  Forrest tried a couple more times, talking softly to her trying to reassure her that he would like to be her friend.
	No going, nothing doing--Julie was clammed up tight.
	Panty-clad Wednesday sat nearby, she locked eyes with Forrest and conveyed a strong message--  “Go Away!”
	Ah.

Mean Streak
	There was no explaining it, just a mood overwhelming.  Deal with it.  After leaving Wednesday and Julie Forrest washed some dishes leftover in the sink then strolled outside.  He wasn’t really in the mood for “spying”, not that it was getting old--his cock just couldn’t take it anymore!  He knew Pugsley was next door with Dozer having “rough sex.”  There were several interesting families to go back to and see what they were up to--next.
	But he passed.  Something else was looming.
	He thought of Skyler, hadn’t seen the lad in a while; was he stilling tinkering with the Contraptions?  Making a new one?  Raiding banks and neighbors?
	The lad held a job at a local supermarket.  Forrest drove there.
	The boy was happy to see his old friend.  Skyler was going on his lunch break and Forrest happily obliged him with a lunch at a nearby eatery.  Skyler had NOT been tinkering with the Contraptions--as previously mentioned, whenever the green twisting tornadoes came about, the Contraptions went nuts/activated on their own.  He couldn’t explain it and felt bad vibes when he went to tweak or even touch the items.  He decided it was best to leave them fuck alone.
	The nearby eatery was a fast food chain.
	Skyler had NOT been visiting any banks of any sort for any reason other than depositing his small paycheck from his job.  He HAD, though, visited a neighbor and boned her; her mother, sister, visiting aunt, and etc.
	While waiting for their order--a small herd of Prospects entered in.
	By their dress/attire they were of a particular order of religious worshipers.  Forrest had a small/slight problem with the Order, not all but most were Uppity and Snooty and deemed themselves as the only correct religion destined for Heaven.
	The group in the restaurant was no exception.
	They were well dressed as they had come from some sort of scholastic function.  The “school” was a private one at that.  One woman herded the small group, consisting of three boys--three girls.  Perfect!  The oldest was a girl approx. seventeen.  Two other girls were about fifteen and twelve.  A thirteen year old wandered in at the last minute.
	The oldest boy seemed no more than thirteen, two other boys were approx. eleven and/or twelve-ish.
	Nice looking group, including the woman.
	The boys were dressed in dress shirt, they had been wearing ties but with the “even” over with the boys quickly ditched the ties.  They were dress slacks with shoes, too.  Nice boys, average size and weight and height.  Good nature, good looking boys--friendly smiles, joshing one another and apparently well mannered.
	Of the girls they commonality was black.  Black dresses of near sheer-like but not slutty.  Layered thin nylon dresses with accompanying shawls with gold lace.  Only the woman adult had her hair “up” off her shoulders.  The younger ones did not.  No jewelry, either.  No perfume or makeup.  No plunging necklines but nice panty lines…
	Forrest would have possibly let them be--had it not been for the wandering eye of one of the boys--his eyes darted to one of the mid level teen girls who had a prominent panty line display.  Very nice.  The boy had instant wood.
	Secondly, when one of the girls passed by Forrest, she farted.  Just a small toot, but she was embarrassed and hoped like anything it hadn’t been heard.  She looked to the man who was right there when she inadvertently had “let go”; but Forrest ever the gentleman shined it on as if he hadn’t heard a thing!
	Then, Skyler.
	His eyes passed over each of the girls, and lingered on some of the boys.  Then held firm on the single woman adult.  With their food order the two occupied a small corner booth and ogled the group--Prospects.  
	“Guld-dern,” said Skyler, “I’d sure like to see that one…”
	“That one?” Forrest inquired, “Which one?”
	Skyler grinned and blushed, “Fuck, ALL of them!”
	Forrest smiled back, “Any one in particular, though?”
	“Well, yeah, kinda.” 
	All the group were good looking and highly desirable.  Each one his or her own person and lovely to behold and imagine naked.  
	“The mother.” Skyler whispered.
	“Oh?” 
	“Yeah, I’d love to get a look at her snatch, see if she trims it or what.”
	Forrest nodded, he’d kinda like to see that, himself!

*

	Zap!  One down.
	Zap!  Zap!  Two down.
	Zap! Zap!  Zap!  Zappity-zap-zap-zap!  All down!
	The one adult woman herding the small herd operated a mid-size mini van.  Their “church/school” was across the great parking lot of the supermarket and beings that it was a rather “warm” day, everyone piled in after the awards ceremony at the church-school.  They were all a nice brood, only two of which actually were biologically connected to the woman, the rest were friends and such.
	After their lunch they had returned to the van and were going to return to the church/school.  Well, that didn’t happen…
	Vermillion Desert lay expansively reaching out hundred miles across.  It was some fifty miles long, too.  It varied in elevation and actually had three “zones”.  Not really much in the way of “depressions” or canyons; lots of rustic hills, huge rocks, small plateaus, and very dry lake beds.
	It was a haven for off-roaders and rock hounds.  The gold and silver and other assorted “ore” had been long since mined out--but their were weekenders who flocked to the rustic hills in search of any “leftovers.”
	There were remote areas and areas not so.
	Two vehicles came onto the scene whereas the dirt road got rougher and entered into one of the “upper zones” of the desert.  A few trees managed to eek out a life; well, some did--some didn’t.  It was a remote area for sure with a biting wind, heat, and sheer ruggedness.
	The maroon family van managed the rough-rugged dirt road and came parked to where a small-small grove of misplaced pines had taken a stand to root and grow.  A small ring of great jutting desert rocks made a half-circle; being up on a high ridge also made it a vantage point.
	Another vehicle pulled up behind and a young man hoped out, gouging at his groin.  From the van a tall man slid out, stretched, scratched his nuts and ass and looked to the young man coming.
	“Any problems?” asked the young man.
	“They are a little more “aware” than I’d like, but no worries.”
	The young man pulled into play his “gadget” and made some adjustments, then poked his head into the van.  The tall man fished out his cock and pissed on a nearby tree.

	Georgette Willows tried relentlessly to shake off the strange debilitating effects holding her.  Occasionally she could “see” and realize she was “in transit”, but not sure where.  She was “aware” of changing surroundings and basically aware that she and her family had just become a “statistic.”
	Each member of the van were so effected--wavering in and out of “aware” and not so.  They “heard” something akin to a “command” given to them and found themselves unable NOT to comply.  
	“Get out of the van.”
	“Stand up to the van.”
	“Take off your clothes.”
	The “commands” came rushing into the family’s minds, invading and compelling.  There was no resistance.  Resistance--was futile.
Freaky Deaky!
	Georgette stood up, her face was near ashen as she saw her sheik dressy black knit dress laying out on the hot desert sand.  She blinked her eyes and tried shaking her head to clear it.  What was happening?  WHY was it happening?  HOW was it happening?
	The more she tried to stop herself from stripping down to her underwear--the more complicated it all seemed to get.  The desert?  She could see desert trees, rocks, and feel the intense heat.  She also seemed to be slightly aware of “others” being with her.
	There was man.  Casually dressed, an earring in his ear.  Dark hair, about six foot tall, slender, well built.  Any further description just wasn’t possible--too many other things were rolling in her mind.  She was frightened and highly confused.
	Suddenly, the thirty-six year old mother of two, wife of one, became very muchly aware that she was being stripped of her underwear!  Her breath was taken away.  Her bra was removed and then her slip.  The man had removed them and after they had been tossed to the desert ground he pressed his body to her.  
	He wore some sort of funky cologne she didn’t care for.  Then his hands--his hands were all over her; she realized that she was nude!  Totally nude!  She was shocked and horrified and not overly pleased.  She knew sexual deviants ruled the country and were getting away with unheard of sex crimes.  But a reversal of the legalized rampant sex crimes was in the works and what had been accepted (sexually) as the norm was reversing.
	The man invaded her sexually, fingering her between her legs.  She shook all over at the horrid intrusion.  She cussed him but found it was the only thing she could do--cuss.
	The tall man went down on her, suckling on her breasts and squeezing her bare buttocks.  Her backside pressing against the family van found it quite warm to the touch and she had to press her body into the horrid-horrid man defiling her.
	Then, he stepped back and pulled her forward.  She was then turned about to face the van.  She was then “bent” over, hands on her knees.  The sun’s heat rays beat down upon her nude body, her mind was in uproar over what was happening--Who?  What? How?  When?  And Why?  She had no answers.
	The man’s tongue she felt licking her burning buttocks, then her anus.  His tongue began forcing its way into her tight virginal rim and it was all she could do to hang on.
	Georgette clenched her anus but was not enough to prevent the Bastard Man from invading her.  She felt, too, he was plunging not only his vile wicked tongue but his finger.  She knew she was going to be sodomized, ridiculously.
	It was then the woman saw the others.
	In the middle seat her teenage daughter Anna lay clad in just her panties.  Georgette’s mind raced to understand what was happening, as well as focus on the ‘others’ who were about.
	She saw her son and another boy--Eric, standing against the van stark naked!  Georgette felt ill.  She turned her head to stare blankly at the desert sand…

	Greg, Howie, and Eric stared wide eyed beyond belief at the naked teenage girl laid out in the middle seat.  All three boys were nude, their minds mush, their hearts beating and each boy had slight boners.  Each boy, too, had slight torrid thoughts in regards to what they were seeing.
	Anna, though, was Greg’s sister.  Anna Willows was seventeen and a very nice looking young lady.  Small busted, but not bad just the same.  A nice slim slender body, dark brown hair in serious curls and down to her shoulder.  A nice muffin between her legs, concealed by a pair of blue underwear.
	Only the girl’s brother had seen her in her underwear prior.  He had NOT seen her in her Skin.  She was tall, slender, and virtually “spotless” in regards to moles or blemishes or other sorts of unappealing skin sights.  A rigid face she had, small teeth, a small face.  
	Her brother stood staring near blankly--then was given an unheard of command-- ‘take her panties down and off.’
	Greg gulped and sweated and couldn’t quite comprehend the horrible message.  He was asked by some unknown voice if he had ever seen his sister nude.  Greg struggled to reply, insisting that he had not.  But in reality he had.  A few times, sneaking peaks.  He didn’t know if he was replying “aloud” or to himself or what.  If only to himself he didn’t care, but aloud?  He didn’t want his sister to know--cause she didn’t.  he didn’t want his friends or especially his MOTHER to know--cause he’d be dead.
	Had he ever seen his MOTHER nude?
	The boy gulped and struggled to maintain himself.  The question was incredible.  He blinked his eyes and his penis that had been slightly stiffening began to soften.
	Greg had not seen ANY girl nude, and only his sis in her panties.  He HAD, though, stared at girls in their various styles of bathing suits--and subsequently beat his meat as a result.  He was schooled in his school (and at home) that “masturbation” was wrong--but he did it every so often anyways.
	Greg, like many of his school mates and such were barred from watching or listening to tv reports about the national debauchery in regards to sexual depravity.  Greg, and many of his school mates, heard and watched the reports just the same.  
	Greg, and many of his school mates (males most supposedly) found private time to jerk the gherkin--thinking hard about the many situations reported, the sexes and ages of those accosted; taken kidnapped and sexually exploited in so many various ways.
	Did Greg have lurid thoughts about sex with his sister?  Or his mother?  Greg once more struggled to concentrate and catch his breath.  He sweated and felt flush.
	Enough questions.
	The boy was once more commanded to remove his sister’s panties.
	The boy hesitated.
	The boy was stricken across the bare ass and back of his legs with a belt.  Greg rubbed his suddenly stricken ass and took another moment to himself (and almost another belting) before following thru with the incredulous command.
	His sister Anna was aware of what was happening.  She couldn’t do anything about it and realized that her brother wasn’t himself, wasn’t acting on his own--none of them were.  She couldn’t see her mother and didn’t know what had happened to her--and feared the worst.  And despite her herself being barred from hearing and/or watching the latest news stories about sexual deviancy--she was aware and wise.  She, too, was wise enough to know that there wasn’t shit she could do about their situation and to follow thru with compliance was the only thing TO do! 
	But still…

	With the girl’s panties down (and off), the boy’s cock came to ultimate stiff mode.  It pulsed.  His ball sac snugged up, many-many torrid lustful thoughts raced through his young mind.  A handsome young fart he was, brown hair that was short; a round jovial face, good natured all around.
	“Do you know how to fuck?” 
	The boy’s face went pale.  His mouth fell open.  He gulped for air.  His eyes blinked excessively and he stared at his naked sister.
	“Holy shit, dude!” he exclaimed uncharacteristically.
	“Well?” asked the Bastard’s voice.
	Greg gulped, “Dude, I-I cant!”
	“Why not?
	“Dude!  She’s my sister!”
	“So what!?  It’s the In-thing, now.”
	Greg didn’t move, his cock, though--remained nice and stiff.
	“Well, regardless, you’ll mount her and stick her and fuck her--”
	“No freaking way!” screamed out the boy.
	“Yes way!” returned the Bastard’s voice, and he lashed out at the boy, lashing him again across the backside, his legs and ass.  The boy had a hard time remain in composure--the Bastard’s companion had no troubles maintaining control…
	“Just come on, Gregory!” cried out the boy’s sister.
	That changed things, the boy though stinging from his lashings crawled onto his sister.  His body clenched up--from the impending anticipation of “fucking” and from the recent beating.  He stared down to his sister.  She WAS pretty, tall and slender AND naked.
	The moral fiber deeply entrenched upon him, though, created turmoil within.  There was only “slight” desire to proceed.  But seeing the hesitation, Anna reached for her brother’s stiff tool and guided it into place.
	Way to go, Anna!
	Natural instinct took over and Greg slid his schlong in and out in a regular meter.  Anna, it was discovered and so noted--was not a virgin.  Was NOT!  Hmmm, interesting.
	Greg pumped and the others watched.
	Georgette “received” the Bastard’s cock to her asshole, her hands on her knees she saw, too, her son and daughter “engaged.”  she retched and heaved and shook her head in deep distress.
	Greg pumped and pumped.  A time or two his prong slipped out of his sister’s twat.  On his own he reinserted and continued pumping.  The other boys had raging boners and lightly somewhat unknowingly they masturbated.  The other two girls, Wanda-15 and Shannon-13, stood clad in their panties and bras staring in awe.  Each knew that they were going to get doinked…
	Cum dribbled out of Georgette’s asshole, trickling down her legs in torrents.  Her hole sucked in hot desert air as it snapped shut back to normal.  She was near broken.  She went to her knees and watched as her son’s cum oozed out of her daughter’s cunt.  Whether or not she noticed the lack of the fact that her daughter wasn’t a virgin or not wasn’t known.
	Greg fucked his fill, came and lay on his sister totally lambasted.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he breathed.  His cock popped out of the pussy and he lay on the girl until she pushed him.
	“Get the fuck off me!” she said angrily.
	Greg barely had the strength to do so but he managed and crawled out onto the desert sand, cum jutting out of his piss slit.  His first fuck.  So what if it was to his sister?  He was grinning and beaming and glowing.
	Until he saw his naked mother.
	“Stand your ass up!” spoke a harsh voice.
	On trembling shaky legs Greg complied.
	He was further directed to come forward and stand before his mother.
	“Suck him.”
	The command was horrifying and made both son and mother retch.  The mother shook her head--there was absolutely no fucking way she was going to comply with such a horrendous--
	SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
	Three harsh beltings lashed out across the bare backside of thirteen year old Shannon, a friend of the family.  The girl screamed and fell wriggling to the desert sand.
	SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
	Shannon was belted again and again (and again) as she lay wriggling in the sand.  No one came to her aid, they wanted to but were “held firm” by an unknown force.
	Slowly, Georgette took her son’s dropping dong.  It was wet and gooey from being in Anna’s pussy.  Closing her eyes the once very nice looking woman mother of two partook of her son’s dick.  
	She wasn’t particularly “good” at giving head, she sucked the whole cock all at once--no diddling the piss slit or nothing.  She took the whole dick into her mouth and sucked it.
	There was retchings and gaggings, and heavings--but a blowjob was a blowjob was a blowjob.  Greg’s cock got re-stiffened and he began to “pump” into his mother’s mouth to the point of which he suddenly exploded liquid love.
	Georgette heaved this time around, emptying her son’s splooge back onto his cock and balls.  
	The boy then was commanded to get back into the van, in the passenger seat and to position himself so as he could see the “next” event.  This had twelve year old Howie come into the van, lay on Anna, and fuck her.  
	Anna’s legs moved about more the second round, she clenched not only the seat she lay on but the boy’s ass.  She seemed to get into the act more.  For young Howie, it was his first fuck, too.  Natural instinct was working wonders and he fucked a full three minutes before his liquid love filled her cunny.
	He got to suck on the girl’s very ripe lovely young breasts while he “recovered.”  thereafter, he crawled out of the van and faced his friend’s mother for HIS blowjob.  Georgette didn’t allow anyone else to suffer, she cupped the boy’s balls and readily sucked him.

	Eleven year old Eric got to dip his wick into Anna’s sauce, too.  The boy went ballistic; he shook all over and then shuddered near uncontrollably as he came.  He was in total awe at having such an orgasm.
	Georgette sucked him, cock and balls all--her hands on his ass sucking him deeply.  Howie sitting on the driver’s seat looking over the highback into the middle section where the narly action was taking place, sat back and sat on the steering wheel--setting off the horn.
	It jerked/startled everyone and temporarily upset the “hold” Skyler had on them.  Anna and Shannon were the only ones who sort of realized it, but reacted too slowly to do anything about it.  
	Greg was ordered out of the van, his dick was hard again.  Young Eric took his place and Anna slid out of the van and got on her knees beside her distraught mother.  The two clung to one another and then Wanda and Shannon were told to slide their panties off.
	Then Wanda was told to get in the van and lay on the seat Anna had just unoccupied.  Everyone, everyone knew what was going to happen nextly.  Georgette hung her head, Anna shook hers in horror and disbelief.
	Wanda cried and Shannon whimpered.
	The boys bit their lips and didn’t know quite how to react.
	Greg mounted Wanda, rubbing his sore dick up against the young girl’s pussy, humping her “virginal” lips before inserting himself.  He whispered “I’m sorry” to her before entering her.  She nodded, “it’s okay” before crying out as Greg’s cock busted thru her hymen.
	The boy was kinda grossed out by the blood coating his cock.  It somewhat surpassed the good feeling of orgasming.  Using the girl’s own panties handed to him by Shannon, the boy wiped off his cock and balls, thighs, and then Wanda’s pussy.
	He suckled on her pert perky breasts for a few minutes thereafter then came to stand before his mother and sister…
	While Howie took his turn, Anna and her mother sucked on Greg’s tool.  His balls got washed and his ass squeezed tight.  Then he got back in the van’s passenger seat, faced the middle section and casually cast a look to Shannon.  He knew, he knew he’d be doing her the next time around.

	And he was right.
	Howie and Eric fucked Wanda, then got their weenies waxed by the lovely mouths of Georgette and Anna.
	Then, while Eric was putting it to Wanda, Howie once more leaned back enough to sit on the steering wheel setting off the horn.  When the family was once more “relieved” of the “hold” on their minds, Shannon bolted.  Greg tripped trying to get out of the van.  Howie bolted.  Anna scrambled but stepped on a sharp rock and cut her foot.  Georgette didn’t run but pummeled herself into the Bastard behind her.
	Skyler did his best resetting the Contraption.  Forrest managed to fend off Georgette and he through her against the van, knocking her out.  He grabbed the woman’s daughter, Anna, and twisted her arm behind her back, pressing her against the hot skin of the van.  She screamed out loud, very loud.
	Those who had bolted stopped.
	The sand was hot.
	They had no fucking clue as to where to go in their flight.
	Wanda saw a scorpion.
	Greg saw a rattlesnake.
	Anna screamed out loudly in extreme pain again.
	Slowly, one by one the kids returned.

Hellish Conditions
	The back of the maroon van was open, Georgette lay inside on the reddish carpet, her arms stretched out with wrists tied to the middle seat legs.  Her legs were locked upwards with bare feet pressed to the ceiling.  Howie had his mouth pressed to the mother’s furry cunt…
	The other kids were secured, on their knees, hands tied behind their backs forced to watch as Howie was horribly lashed with a belt.  The boy breathed his hot breath into Georgette’s pussy, his hands stretched out and tied to the van doors.  He couldn’t move much but fussed about as his belly and chest were up against the super hot chrome bumper of the vehicle.
	The kids cried and begged for the beating to stop.
	The Bastard inflicting the beating didn’t pay heed and continued until the young boy passed out.  Angrily the Bastard untied the boy and let his body fall.  the boy didn’t move.  The Bastard picked the boy up at the ankles and dragged him to the front of the van.  When he returned he seemed even angrier.
	Quick as a wink he grabbed Shannon by the chin and pushed her against the open door of the van, “DON’T EVER FUCKING DO THAT AGAIN!”
	Shannon nodded.  She trembled in great fear.  She breathed hard with snot jutting from her nose.  Her foot was badly cut, she had 1rst, 2nd, 3rd, degree burns across her body from having been shoved and held against the scorching hot van.
	Whirling around, “Don’t ANY of you EVER piss me the fuck off, AGAIN!” yelled the Bastard.  “Got me?”
	Each child nodded.
	Thereafter, Greg took a turn at stuffing his mother’s cunt, Eric followed suit.  Then, horribly, Shannon was tied into the middle seat with her legs spread out wide.  Her pussy was spanked by the man’s belt and when she was in fits with pain and severe anguish, the Bastard mounted her and fucked her into oblivion.

	It hadn’t been planned to extend the stay in the desert past the setting of the blazing sun.  things change.  The family remained secured (in various ways).  They were given water and melted candy bars and left over popcorn.  The Bastard seemed less angry and more moody.  There was another fellow who didn’t seem much older than Anna.  He had some sort of metal box that was deemed to be the “controller.”
	Some hours into the night, Forrest drug Howie’s body out aways from the van and dug a deep grave.  Rocks and such were placed over the body and filled in.  More rocks were placed on top of the grave and made to look as natural as possible.
	When he returned to the van he said nothing to Skyler his partner.  
	The night was long, everyone pissed on themselves.  They were all hungry and still deeply frightened.  At the break of day, Greg and Eric were put to fucking Shannon.  The girl had basically lost her mind--during the previous day’s assault from the Bastard--he had been rough and bruised her pussy and surrounding area.
	The boys were sucked on by Georgette, Anna, and Wanda.
	Thereafter, the boys were forced to make love to each other!  They first had to kiss one another, embrace and deeply sink their tongues into the other’s mouth.  Their hands had to clamp tenaciously on the other’s ass and kiss for five full minutes.
	Thereafter--Greg slurped on Eric’s cock.  Five minutes of slurping, working the boy’s tool until Eric felt the urgings of an impending orgasm.
	“Oh shit!” cried out the boy.
	Greg started to pull away from the juicing up cock.
	“Don’t you dare, bitch--suck him dry!” bellowed the Bastard.
	Greg sniveled but sucked his friend’s cock dry.
	Eric was wobbly on his narrow nimble legs.  He couldn’t believe the orgasm he had had.  And he couldn’t believe he had cum off into Greg’s mouth, either.  And he couldn’t further believe the new command--
	Greg turned about on his hands and knees, face down on the warming sand of the desert, ass up, cheeks spread.  The girls stared in disgust and horrible awe.  Oh My God! was their generalized sentiment.  Eric smoothed his hand over Greg’s ass, fingered the hole--then kissed it.
	Five minutes.
	For five minutes eleven year old Eric Wiesman tongue lashed Greg’s shitter.  He sucked on Greg’s dangling nut sac thru his legs, too.  Then, when Eric’s cum shooter was damn stiff--he stuffed it into Greg’s asshole.

	With his legs locked back full, his muffled screams screaming into Greg’s asshole, Eric Wiesman was very well sodomized by the Bastard.  The man had a tremendously oversized cock and it was buried to the hilt into the young pre-teen’s shit pipe.  There was no let up, none.  The man penetrated the boy relentlessly until ejaculation.
	“Lick his hole clean.” said the Bastard.  When Greg gave him that look, “no fucking way, dude!” the Bastard returned, “Lick his hole, clean--or I do you in the ass.”
	Greg bent down and cleaned Eric’s steaming hole.
	The boy with the metal controller took turns, too.  He nailed the girls, the mother, and then nailed Eric.  Shannon and Georgette were mindless.  Totally.  Anna was almost mindless, but held sheer anger in reserve.  She was no longer in fear.  A little frightened, but no longer in fear.  She knew Howie was dead, the brother of Wanda.  She knew, too, that it could be any one of them next.  
	The boys took turns sodomizing the girls, and the mother.  The day was long and incredibly hot.  But to get the life giving water offered once/if the deed of butt humping was completed compelled the youngsters to follow thru with the hellish commands.
	The “controller” was no longer needed.
	The van was disabled in various ways--tires, fan belt, radiator.  The family was loaded into the Bastard’s vehicle and they all moved elsewheres.  When nearing a major road the family was blindfolded and had their heads bowed down.

	A lunch consisting of burgers and fries and large sodas helped some.  Thereafter they returned to the desert and drove quite a ways before stopping.  The area was even more rustic and remote than the previous.  A long high ridge of broken rock there was--and little else.  Some dry washes, some regular desert trees, nothing else.
	Nothing stirred.  The hot air forbade anything save for breathing.
	There was a structure, the remains of a cabin--or a miner’s shack to be exact.  It had been burned near to the ground--and not all that long ago, actually.  Stepping out of the air conditioned SUV, Forrest stared at the remains of the shack.  A very creepy feeling swept over him.  Something ominous was there.
	
*

	Georgette’s mouth totally engulfed her daughter’s poon.  Behind her her son rocked into her asshole.  Perched on Anna’s face was Eric, his testicles engulfed into his sister’s mouth.  Eric himself masturbated but there was Wanda sucking his dick while behind her Skyler Zane sodomized her.
	The desert was cooling off, bats and owls had been heard but not seen, along with a coyote howling far off somewhere.  The desert itself had long since beheld mysterious eerie unexplained freakiness; on a scale of 1-10, Forrest felt that it was around 22 on his Weird Shit O’Meter.
	The burned down shack creeped him out so they he moved them all to a new location.  Not far but far enough.  He needed some time to think and consider and contemplate.
	Young Shannon sat with him, he had taken to her…
	After Skyler got his nut, he sat back and watched gleefully as Eric exploded into Wanda’s mouth.  Greg, too, emptied his tool into his mother’s asshole.  Anna wriggled on the very warm sand, her eyes rolling back--she was, as well, cumming off.
	Georgette sat up, she fingered both her pussy and asshole--not in a sexual manner but as “other.”  the boys’ schlongs dropped quickly--they had been humping and cumming all the day and were well worn frazzled.  No one spoke.  
	Darkness continued to set in.
	“Uhm, should we make a campfire?” asked Skyler.
	For a moment there was nothing from his adult friend.  Then, slowly, Forrest nodded, “Sure, go ahead.”
	Surprisingly, Shannon “snuggled” up against her adult assaulter, he wrapped an arm about her and sat back against a large rock that was still quite warm from the day’s sunning.  
	Skyler scrambled about assembling pieces of wood and sagebrush to make a small fire.  The family remained together, naked, huddling.  When the fire got started the family scooted close to it.  There were blankets and such in the SUV, Skyler handed them out then settled down himself.  
	The campfire crackled, the air chilled, someone farted.

**

Things that make you go, What the?
	He awoke with a startle.  He had fallen asleep.  His mind had been so filled with everything--from Seth and Noah at the New Digs, Nancy and Becky, Wednesday, Pugsley and Dozer, Julie, Eddie the shape shifting werewolf; his army career, the green tornadoes, the sexual depravity choking the nation, the reversal of the sexual depravity choking the nation…
	Then finally somewhere along the way with the desert being “restful”, Forrest Finch forged some peace in his mind.  He regretted the incident regarding Howie.  That was unfortunate AND uncalled for.  
	He regretted it.  He didn’t know what had come over him.  But he felt that, too, the boy brought it on himself.  The desert heat, some unknown health issue, etc. may have contributed to the lad’s death.  It was unfortunate and Forrest regretted it.  
	Be that as it may, Forrest let his mind drift and become rested.
	When he awoke at the break of day he knew instantly something was wrong.  Very-very wrong.  Sitting up and blinking away the sleep in his eyes Forrest counted heads.
	Someone was missing.
	Anna.
	“GET UP!” Forrest lashed out at the sleeping Skyler.
	Skyler was in a panic, he had fallen asleep.  He had supposed to stay awake, he and Forrest spelling one another every four hours.  He had fucked up.  The family (as a whole) had been secured, bound hand and foot behind them.  Somehow, Anna had managed to free herself ‘cause she was no where to be seen.
	The rest of the family was checked, the remains of the rope used to secure Anna was found, she had used the sharpness of a rock to cut the rope.  The rope (and rock) were bloody.  Not knowing when she had made good her escape, she had a good lead on them.
	More rope was used, tying the whole family together--uncomfortably, too.  Then, Skyler and Forrest went on a search and retrieval.

	It didn’t take long.
	It got hot.
	Damn hot.
	Hellish hot.
	Skyler had went up to the ridge and used field glasses (regular type) to scout the ridge and the landscape of desert beyond.  Forrest stayed to the level area of the desert and came to a dry wash.  He found foot tracks, fresh, barefoot, with drips of blood.
	He whistled for Skyler who joined him minutes later.
	He told Skyler to stay up on the level of the desert, he himself would traipse thru the dry wash.  The dry wash varied in level, but its sandy bottom was a bitch to traverse.  The heat of the sun and the conditions made it difficult to keep track of Anna’s tracks.
	“Helicopter!” shouted Skyler suddenly.
	Forrest paused and strained to listen.
	“Do you see it?”
	“No, but I hear it.”
	Forrest couldn’t easily scramble up to where the boy was but after a moment or two he, too, heard the throp-throp-throp of a helicopter.  Due to the flatness of the desert detecting exactly WHERE the copter was wasn’t known.
	“We gotta hurry.” said Forrest.

	Rounding one of the many curves in the watch, he saw it.
	Skyler saw it at the same time and called out, “Hey, a tow truck!”
	It was indeed a tow truck, sideways in the wash.  It had apparently-possibly barreled in from off the desert floor into the wash and gotten stuck.
	“What the fuck is a tow truck doing out here?”
	Good question.
	Hmmmm
	Hmmmm--a tow truck you say?  Desert; burned down miner’s shack!
	Hmmmm--anyone remember something like this?
	Anyone?  

	Forrest eased up to the truck, its front end was bent where it had impacted the wash side wall, left front tire was buckled, broken axle.  It didn’t look as if it had been there all that long, just an old 1950s style tow truck.  Still, he was careful.
	Inside on the seat was Anna.  Sleeping.
	Her feet were badly burned, bleeding, etc.
	Forrest slammed his hands against the steel door--startling the teenage girl.  She totally freaked out when she saw it was the Bastard.  She scrambled as fast as she could to the passenger door--but Skyler was there.  She had no place to go.
	She screamed and ranted and threw all the debris in the cab of the truck; empty beer bottles, tools, spark plugs.  Most of which hit Forrest.  Skyler, though, threw open the passenger door and grabbed the girl and dragged her out onto the sand.
	She was a fighter, but her injuries and such prevented her from fending off the two men and she was subdued.  Forrest roughly threw her up against the burning truck, inflicting more searing burns.  Then, with a handy-dandy tire iron found in the bed of the tow truck he walloped the girl’s legs and ass.
	With Skyler pinning her in a “bent over” position, the Bastard sodomized the hapless girl with the tire iron and then shoved fully into her anus one of the thrown objects--a sparkplug.  The girl then was roughly dragged back to her family.

	The drone of the helicopter faded and was not seen.  The heat of the day was blistering.  Though the use of the a/c was nice and WOULD be nice, it was too much for the air thirsty SUV Forrest had recently acquired--with Skyler’s help (financially speaking…)
	The “family” remained quiet and obedient.  Anna had been physically tormented beyond belief until she lost consciousness.  (The sparkplug remained lodged into her rectum…)
	The SUV lumbered along, Forrest ever so wary of the temperature gauge and was relieved to finally reach a foresty destination where it was safe enough to stop and cool off--both himself, the others, and the truck.
	Skyler knew the woods, sort of.  He had hiked them when he was younger and in the Scouts.  Once he got rested and got his bearings he knew where a creek should be.  He also knew of where a small town was and where a serious “bus incident” had taken place not long ago.
	“Bus incident?” Forrest inquired.
	“Yeah, some heavy dudes with some mind controlling device took over this bus and made all the kids fuck themselves!”
	Hmmmm, more things to make you go “hmmmm”.

	Once the creek was located, Skyler scurried to the town to make a phone call--he had been gone from his parents’ home two days and needed to check in--not to mention his work place.
	Forrest checked the area for security reasons, then stripped naked and waded into the ankle deep creek.  (by the end of Summer it would be dry--by the end of Winter it would be overflowing its banks…)
	Once he had cooled down sufficiently--he took one family member at a time to the refreshing creek…
	He began with Shannon.
	He wasn’t rough with her, he liked her and had it somewhat in his mind that he would like to “keep” her.  He didn’t know why, and didn’t know how Nancy would take to it.  He also considered getting his own place.  The prospect of leaving the town of Town was diminishing; he still deeply yearned for some reason to head Midwest to his cousins but didn’t really see that as happening at all.
	So he resolved to stay put.  And though Nancy and Becky didn’t mind his stay, the “additions” were mounting.  With his own place, a nice modest small home or a quaint private apartment of some type would be more suitable.  And with Skyler’s help and the amazing Contraptions, finances were of no consequence.
	After bathing Shannon in the cool water, he stuffed her mouth with his aching prong.  She sucked mostly willingly, she was basically mindless and no longer “of this world.”  she completely obeyed without hesitation.  She no longer spoke.  She no longer smiled.  She did nothing until told to do so.  Forrest could handle that.
	He was basically all cummed out, though, so he didn’t fill her mouth with nothing more than his prick.  After several minutes of humping her sweet orifice, he humped her face and,
	“Suck my balls, baby.”
	To with she obeyed.

	Eric was doggie-styled while in the 4-foot wide creek.  The boy made few noises as every inch of invading manhood entered his ass.  Once fully “seated”, the Bastard worked the boy’s cock and fucked him near furiously.
	Again, though, he was still all cummed out and resolved to spanking the boy’s lily white ass with his cock.  The boy was turned about and thought he was going to have to go down on the funky cock--but was pleased when he did not.  And only slightly pleased when the man went down on HIM!
	Being poked in the ass Eric was flummoxed to find himself with a boner.  Greg and the previous Howie had fucked him in the ass and he had gotten “stiff”, too.  Being sucked on and sucking the other’s schlongs had gotten him stiff and it led to him wondering if he was perhaps ‘Gay?.’	
	He liked sticking it to Wanda, Anna, and Shannon.  (and Ms. Willows, too)  but he realized shamefully that he had more of a boner when involved in some manner with the guys!
	The Bastard sucked on Eric for several minutes until the boy came.
	The boy’s testicles were sucked, then he was involved in a playful cock-fight with the man.  He was hugged and groped, ass fondled, ass spanked (lightly and not harshly), then urinated on by the Bastard.
	He was returned to the group and another family member selected.
	Wanda resisted a little, she feared the worst.  From where the SUV and family were and where the creek was was a small distance.  The creek could be heard but not seen so the not knowing what was going on at the creek or what was to happen was frightening.
	At the creek the girl was lain into the cool water while the Bastard stood above her, straddling her.  She firstly lay face down, then was told to “roll over.”  the man straddled her chest and “titty fucked” her for several minutes, bringing her head up to suck on his cock head.  Then he moved down and stuffed her pussy for an all out dynamic several long enduring minute(s) fuck.
	Trying her best not to, the girl failed and succumbed to a wondrous incredible orgasm.  She chastised herself to herself for giving in, but there was no stopping the near involuntary event once it got started.  
	The Bastard rested a moment and Wanda saw that he was on the verge of collapsing with sexual exhaustion.  It was her hesitation, though, that failed her and prevented a possible escape.  She was turned to her hands and knees and finger fucked in the ass; the Bastard tongued her hole, spanked her more harshly than that that had been done unto Eric, then returned to the family.
	Gregory Willows.  The young thirteen year old foolishly put up a brief fight--which only pissed off the Bastard and the boy was manhandled roughly before them all.  Hogtied the boy was then forced into oral copulation with the Bastard, his head wrenched back by the man’s forceful hand--then into his mouth every inch of the Bastard’s manhood.
	When the boy began to choke and gag and turn purple, the Bastard withdrew and flung the boy across a nearby boulder whereas he was then mercilessly sodomized.
	The Bastard finally orgasmed.  Greg’s hole was filled to capacity with liquid love cream.  The man continued humping the boy until well spent.  The various family members looked on in horror and anguish; Wanda wept, Anna sobbed, Georgette looked on pleadingly, Shannon--Shannon just looked on with no expression whatsoever.
	Eric was forced to crawl over and had a choice given to him;
	“Suck my dick clean,” said the Bastard, “or lick his hole clean.”
	Some choice.  Both were extremely unappealing and extremely funky.
	Young Eric gulped and stood on his knees, his ankles tied tightly along with his wrist secured just as tight and a rope secured both together.  The boy licked his lips, blinked his brown eyes and contemplated.  
	He made a face at the man’s pulsing cum shooter, and made more of a face at Greg’s dirt chute but decided on sucking cock at the last moment.  Greg’s rim was torn up a bit and bloody, the Bastard’s cock was just funky.
	Eric heaved ‘ho, though.  He retched and gagged and couldn’t stop himself from vomiting.  He got his face slapped nearly off for barfing on the Bastard.  Greg then was dragged by his hair to the creek.

More the Merrier--why the fuck not!?
	He watched in near amazement as the sparkplug slowly was pushed out of the girl’s asshole.  She grunted and pushed as if she were giving birth.  The firmly implanted sparkplug slowly was pushed out and plopped into the creek water.  The Bastard man behind her fingered her asshole and inserted something new--a creek/river rock.
	The entire backside of the girl had been beaten incredibly with a fan belt from the tow truck while she had been at the tow truck.  She was near beaten to death.  Somehow, the Bastard had managed to control himself and stop just short of adding another body to the desert sand.
	The girl was roughly rolled over in the creek and raped--and not too kindly, either.  The Bastard leered at her as he pounded his manhood into her.  He strove not to achieve an orgasm, just to fuck.
	Finally, though, his rage was vented--somewhat.  He stood and straddled the bedraggled teen, emptying his splooge onto her.  He commanded her to suck his balls and cock.  While doing so, Skyler returned.
	And not alone.
	Naturally!

	Skyler returned accompanied by four teens.
	Two girls, two boys, all about thirteen years young.
	All under the fine effects of the Contraption (I).
	They were all “aware”, and aware that they were under “control” of a mind effecting gadget of some sort and or type--AND there wasn’t shit they could do about it.
	They all appeared a little stunned when coming up to the area where there was a tall man butt naked, cum dripping from his cock.  He was rugged, lean, and nude.  In the shallow creek was a naked teenage girl.  She didn’t look well.  The nude man came towards the new group, sizing them up.
	Skyler smiled and shrugged, “I-I couldn’t help it.” he said.  Forrest shook his head--too much of a good thing.  Too much.
	One of the girls of the new group was more akin to a “boy” than a girl; she wore the clothes of a boy, stood like a boy, had almost a chest like a boy, and wore her hair very short and trim--like a boy.  But the small lumps on her chest, the wide hips, and dainty earrings gave her her “girl” status regardless.
	Her name was Tammra, Tammra Evans.  She was thirteen, fourteen in six months.  Dark blond hair, well reserved into herself, not shy, just not overly outgoing.  She was a tomboy and didn’t care.  Long jeans, long sleeved shirt.  Only the earrings were her only jewelry.  Clean, straight, white teeth.  No visible scars or blemishes.  Not a bad looking girl, for a boy.
	The other girl was a girl.  More prominence in the titty department, more shape to her shape, a little taller, more refined, and clad in a nice tennis skirt outfit.  (she wore short-short walking shorts underneath the skirt, though.)
	She was a blond, a lighter shade than her friend.  She was fourteen in four months.  She was the only daughter of a prominent businessman from a town next to the hidden forest town not far from Town.  
	The two boys with them were friends, Jake and Allen.  Allen had a daddy who was a deputy sheriff for the county cover the afore mentioned towns, his mother was a school principal.  
	Jake was the oldest, he WAS fourteen, fifteen in nine months.  He was the tallest, the wisest, the most liked.  His dad was a businessman, too, an RV dealer; his mother into real estate and sold recreational vehicles on the side.
	The Bastard sat on a boulder and continued sizing up the newbies.  The one who had brought them and had control over them scooted to a nearby log.
	The Bastard stretched, cocked his head to pop his neck then stared at the tomboy girl.
	“Virgin?” he asked.
	The girl didn’t even pale.  She nodded that she was.
	“Masturbate?”
	The girl held firm, gulped a small gulp, shifted her eyes right and left to those friends flanking her, then nodded very lightly that she did.
	“Do you--cum?”
	The girl’s light blue eyes widened at the blatant statement, she gulped again, pursed her lips, and gave another subtle acknowledgement of Yes.
	The Bastard smiled and stood, his manhood prominently displaying.