August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 16
Familiarity

Not Happy Campers
	Something ominous stirred in the pristine skies above.  Swirling masses of cirrus clouds inner mixed with other various forms of clouds from differing levels of atmosphere.  The skies remained relatively clear, but there was a stirring nonetheless.
	A breeze of little significance rustled thru the forest, it did little to soothe the small group(s) encased within.  The first group remained steadfast where they were.  They were only slightly aware that something (else) was going on.  
	The second group…
	The tomboy girl, Tamara Evans, was a virgin.  But not totally.  No “cock” had penetrated any part of her body, she had fingered herself AND had been fingered out by a boy.  She, too, had given the hardup boy a hand job in lieu of taking his dick into her body.
	This had been done at night, so the actual viewing of a nude boy was one who was a mere five years old.  Many young-young boys she had seen nude; boys she had babysat for, bathed, helped dress, etc.  She had no inclination of any sexual depravity towards any boy younger than she.
	Not into girls, either.
	As for sex, she would possibly consider getting doinked by a boy she liked--when she was ready and ONLY in the pussy.  
	“Step forward.” the nude Bastard man told her.
	Semi reluctantly the teen did so.
	The nude man stroked his very manly manhood, eyed her, cracked his neck and nodded to her.  “Strip off your clothes, down to your underwear.”
	The girl felt her breath suddenly sucked away.
	Those behind her sort of lost their breath, too.
	Surprisingly, there was more compliance than not from Tamara.  Skyler conveyed to Forrest that the girl was pretty much acting on her own.  She peeled off her outer long sleeved shirt and then pulled off the undershirt.  There was no hesitation, she went right to dropping off her bra.
	A momentary pause there was as she came to undoing her rustic rust colored jeans.  She closed her eyes, ‘got a grip’ and undone them, then lowered them and stepped out of them.  Forrest anticipated that she might throw the jeans at him.  She didn’t, though.  She was welling up with some anger just the same.
	Off-pink bikini panties.  THAT made her a girl!  The undies snugged to her body nicely.  Very nicely.  A little lace trim with faded love pat hearts all over.  A nice bod.  Very nice.  Forrest liked.  A lot.
	“You taken a shit recently?” the Bastard asked boldly.
	Tamara was stunned by the bold rash statement.  She had to think a moment and then shook her head, No.  The man’s eyes locked onto her face, then slid down to her lovely young breasts.  Small, but not too small.  She no longer required an “A” cup, but not by much.  Course, she was merely thirteen, too.  
	“Bend over.” came the command.  
	Tamara held fast for half a moment.  She gulped, held it, then nodded (to herself) and “bent over.”
	“Slide your panties down, spread your cheeks.” initially giving her friends behind her a BA.
	Friend Rylene bowed her head in aghast and embarrassment.  Friends Jake and Allen got wood.  They began to bow their heads but the Bastard clicked his fingers rapidly at them and stared at them in a warning.  The boys returned their gaze to Tamara’s ass.
	The girl barely could hold back her emotions as she was commanded to pull her cheeks open and expose her glory hole to her friends.  The Bastard tapped his fingers together, then nodded to the boys, Jake and Allen, giving them the nod to come forth.
	Rylene looked to the boys as they moved passed her in shock.  Her shock grew intense as each boy went to his knees and pressed his lips to Tam’s ass.  Each boy was commanded to “lick the hole” and put a hickie on a cheek.
	When done, the boys stood and definitely had major wood sprouting.

	The boys returned to flank Rylene.  Tamara stood, stepped out of her undies and turned to FACE the boys.  She then sat down on her clothes, opened her legs and proceeded to masturbate.  The look on the boys’ face was classic--agony.

	Tamara wasn’t really into the act of finger banging herself--but that was okay, the current circumstances prevented her from getting into it and she was allowed.
	Rylene Ekhert gulped and was extremely tense.  She had thoughts to her own but knew that whatever Tamara had done--she was probably going to have to do, too.  And then there was the boys--what were the boys going to do?
	Rylene got the nod, ‘come forward.’
	“Do you finger yourself?” she was boldly asked.
	Rylene’s mouth fell open.  She blinked her pretty blue eyes excessively and shook her head in a trembling manner unable to conceive an answer one way or another.
	“Do you suck cock?”
	“Are you a virgin?”
	“Would you like to be gangbanged?”
	“Like little boys?”
	“Care to be pissed on?”
	“Do you fart?”
	The questions went on and on, some ridiculous, some way-way too personal.  Rylene was just too stunned to answer.  The fella with the “gadget” had the ability to FORCE the answers, but the nude fella with the lengthy prong furled his lips and shook his head, ’not necessary.’
	“Get naked.”
	Rylene stared wide eyed, “oh my God!” was etched on her pretty face.
	Seeing the girl wasn’t following thru with the command given to her, the nude man with the amazing manhood stretching prominently before him stood and approached her.  
	Rylene suddenly found herself unable to move.
	None of her friends could move, either.  Tamara had stopped fingering herself, too.
	“Listen, sweetie, trust me--you don’t want to piss me off.”
	“Get naked, and get naked NOW!” he barked.
	With trembling fingers, Rylene stripped off her clothes, one piece at a time.  And like Tamara, she bent over whilst pulling down her purple no lace undies.  The boys behind her moaned aloud and to themselves.
	The nude man shot a look to Tamara, “Did I fucking tell you to stop?”
	Tamara continued fingering her pussy…
	Once naked, Rylene pried her cheeks and gave her (boy) friends a looksee at her dirt chute.  It was clean and virtually unstained.  It winked at the boys and there was her lovely-lovely furry blond poon.  Wet spots had appeared on the front of the boys’ pants.  They were in some kind of agony.
	Some kind.
	And like done unto Tamara, the boys came to their knees behind Rylene and smooched her crack, hole, and cheeks.  Each boy sucked skin to place a hickie.
	Then, like Tamara, Rylene turned about, sat down, and began to frig her cunny.  She flanked the nude man with the big dick.  He stared at the two boys--they knew what was up.  Their young minds raced.  A dream cum true?  Would they rather get naked in front of their friends--or total strangers?  Either/or could be arranged.  Lol
	The boys stood at the ready to comply--to undress themselves.
	But the nude man with the big schlong stroked himself then a broke into a broad smile.  “On your knees.” he told Rylene.  Timidly the teen complied.  Tamara was given the same command.  Both girls scooted up to the boys, eye to crotch level.
	They all held their breath.
	“Take off their clothes.” 
	The statement was like a hot branding iron pressed to their skulls.
	The girls were appalled.  The boys--not so much.  Mostly embarrassed.  Tamara and Rylene were “friends.”  just friends.
	The nude man issuing the narly commands bore his eyes into Jake’s Smitts’ eyes.  “You jerk off?”
	The boy didn’t verbally answer but nodded that he did.
	“Do you cum?”
	Again, not verbally replying, but nodding his head, Yes.
	“Do you hump your bed?”  
	Another, nonverbal Yes.
	“Take it up the ass?”
	A look of horror on the boy’s face.  He didn’t answer one way or the other.  The nude man stared him down, ‘you better fucking answer me!’
	“You better tell me, I can find out--one way or another!”
	The boy broke out into a more prominent sweat.  He was in another kind of agony.  It still couldn’t be determined if he was simply horrified at the blatant question--or some other underlying reason.
	Slowly--very slowly, Jake Smitts nodded his head in the response of, Yes.  Yes he DID ‘take it up the ass.’
	The Nude Man smiled.  Perfect.
	“You suck cock?”
	Jake was near to fainting.  He shifted his eyes to Allen beside him, had Allen seen his Yes head nod earlier?  Did the girls?  
	“You ever fuck a girl?” the man asked without Jake having to answer the previous question.
	Jake eased up some, he shook his head, No.
	“Ever get a blowjob?”
	The boy nodded that he did.
	“From a girl?”
	The boy nodded that he didn’t.
	The nude man leaned in close and whispered into Jake’s ear, 
	“Like little boys?”
	Jake gulped and tightened up his body all over.
	“I do.” said the man.  “Do you?”
	Jake licked his lips nervously, sweated profusely, then nodded in the affirmative--he did like little boys.
	“What about girls--you like little girls, too?”
	Another affirmative.
	“You want to stick these two?”
	Jake again was near to fainting dead away.
	He couldn’t answer.
	“What about your other friend here?” Allen.
	“Oh Jesus!” cried out the boy.  Another unknown answer.

	“Take off your shirts.” the nude man with major erection said stepping back.  Jake and Allen slipped off their shirts.  Allen farted.  A squirrel chatted up in a nearby tree.  A tree limb broke somewhere else and crashed to the ground.  The breeze picked up and became more of a “wind.”
	Tamara and Rylene semi nervously and with great trepidation undone the boys’ jeans.  The boys slipped off their own shoes and socks.  Each boy had major boners going, and serious “wet spots” on their underwear.
	“Suck them.” said the nude man.
	The girls’ breaths were taken away, it was like as if they had been punched in the stomach.
	“Suck them thru their underwear--or suck me!”
	Another sucker punch.  The girls were close to serious sobbings.
	The boys could only stand firm and wait.
	It was Tamara who went first, placing her trembling lips to Allen’s thirteen year old prong--thru his underwear.  She was a little displeased about his cum stain.  Closing her eyes, gulping and pushing down how vile and disgusting the act was, she sucked on Allen’s shaft.
	Rylene somehow found the courage to do likewise.
	After about a minute, “Put your hands on their ass.”
	Again, Tamara was first to do so.
	“Place your hands INSIDE.”
	The girls gulped and their young minds raced.  They saw ahead, way ahead where it would all probably end.  (including sucking the nude man’s cock anyways.)
	With the girls’ hands on the boys’ bare skin, the boys’ once more began to spill their precious seed.  Again, the boys were in dire agony.
	Finally, “take their underwear down.”
	Both Jake and Allen had nice meat.  
	“Suck.”
	This time, Rylene was first.
	Tamara held her mouth open, swallowed air and courage and finally placed her lips about Allen’s dong.
	Both girls did a fine job.  Both retched and made faces, gagged and carried on so.  Neither was an expert cocksucker.  Neither boy cared.  Both boys “pumped” into the girls’ mouths.  Jake squeezed his own ass as he pumped, Allen merely rubbed his fingers thru Tam’s hair…

	Allen came off first.  He didn’t try to stop, once going--damn impossible to quit.  He humped into Tamara’s hair and unloaded his organ to the max.
	Tam swallowed some, but not by choice.  She heaved and retched and flung her head back; Allen’s spunk spilling out of his prick splashed onto her boyish face.  
	“Oh Jesus Fucking-A Christ!” she shouted.
	The Nude Man had a massive boner going and wrenched Tam’s head about--stuffing her mouth.  “Suck me, then, bitch!” he demanded.
	Tam firstly fought off the intrusion.  She cried and pleaded and flung her hands about--but the pressure from the Nude Man’s hand on her head and the strange “force” overwhelming her prevented her from acting out too harshly.
	Allen looked as if though he would try something.  But a strong glare from the Nude Man kept him in place.  Cum continued to drip from his dick.
	Rylene had a time on Jake’s dick.  Several times there was a false cum off, just small squirts.  Rylene anticipated and pulled back not wanting to taste the full load of his load.  But she was faked out and Jake unloaded his load, filling her young mouth to full capacity.
	“Ugh!” she cried out as she retched and vomited the spew spilled into her mouth.  Jake rested his prick against the heaving girl’s head and continued humping--and cumming.
	Tamara choked on cock.  The man’s big dick swelled to incredible sizes inside her mouth--the man bore his steel eyes into Allen who was still on the verge of wanting to do something.  
	Finally Tamara’s ordeal was over, she coughed and sputtered and retched as gallons (it seemed like) of the man’s cum erupted down her gullet.  She heaved ho and the sperm washed back onto the man’s cock and balls.
	For several minutes both girls sat on their hands and knees vomiting.

	When the girls had sufficiently recovered, they were told to lay on their backs.  The wind and died down and there was a nice breeze wafting through the area.  The Nude Man left the group--but only for a moment.  The other man slowly stripped off HIS clothes, masturbated, but did nothing more--he waited until the other man returned.
	The group assumed the two were “related.”
	When the Nude Man returned, Jake and Allen went “down” on the girls.  Allen to Tamara and Jake to Rylene.  Both boys shook their heads No when asked if they had ever “eaten a girl’s pussy before.”  regardless, the boys “seemed” to know how to do so.
	They licked the girls’ poons like ice cream.
	“Spread the lips.” suggested the Nude Man.  The boys kinda sorta semi reluctantly complied.  If it were some “other” girl(s) involved and not a girl/girls they knew, the situation would be different.  The Nude Man smiled, he could arrange that.
	Forrest cast his eyes to his young friend, Skyler.  The boy had held his eyes on the dancing/wiggling bare asses of Jake and Allen--his cock was screaming iron hard.  Inasmuch as he wanted to “stick it to” the two naked girls, he, too--wanted desperately to butt fuck Jake and Allen.
	That, too, could be arranged.
	Rylene began to dance her naked butt around where she lay, tensing up, toes curling, biting in her lower lip.  She began to shudder and put on a face much like a male dog does when at the “critical” moment.
	“Lick her pussy faster, boy!” commanded the Nude Man.  Jake drove his tongue wickedly faster into Rylene’s snatch, tossing his head side to side and licking as fast as he possibly could.
	“OH!” cried the girl.  “oooooooho!” she cried out again.  Then twice more before the girl began to awash Jake’s face with her personal juices.  Jake didn’t know “what the fuck” was happening.  At first he thought he was being pissed on.
	“Bury your face into her fur, wipe your face clean.”
	Jake complied.  Rylene lay flat on her back exhausted.  She stared up to the tall pines--even finger banging herself she had never experienced such an orgasm.

*

	Tamara didn’t cum.  She sweated a lot.  Her young nips were extremely hard.  Her face--rigid.  Her body taut.  She stared straight ahead into the woods, trickles of cum still oozing from the sides of her mouth…
	The boys sat up, the day was bearing on.  Both had raging boners and both knew the next step of their kidnapping.  They were not denied.  Allen and Jake were given the “go-ahead” nod and crawled up onto the girls, Allen on Tamara with Jake on Rylene.  The boys suckled the girls’ titties and eased in their cocks.
	Let the fucking commence!
	Both girls--were virgins.  Both boys didn’t care.  Both girls cared a little, but mostly less.  There was the discomfort of being ‘breached’, but it passed.  Neither boy was a very good lover--just the atypical “stick it in, pump like mad--we’re done” kinda fuck.
	Both boys strove to “feel good”; like when they humped their hand (or bed).  They had yet to learn about pleasing a girl, too, when they fucked her.  The girls underneath wriggled, undulated from head to toes, grabbed up handfuls of forest floor, and pumped back into their boy-friend-lovers.
	Jake nearly collapsed onto Rylene.  His mind (and body) totally lambasted.  His cock remained inside the girl, still cumming.  His ass cheeks continued to “flex”, too.  
	Tamara and Allen virtually became like real lovers, kissing, groping, still humping long after the initial orgasm relief.  (actually, Allen was urinating into Tam’s poon…)
	The next phase was about to begin.
	The boys (and girls) were allowed a sufficient time to recover.  Thereafter, Allen was nodded by the Nude Man to stand up.  When he had nervously done, Jake thought it was his turn.  It was--but not to stand up!
	Jake started to stand and got a stern nod not to.  Jake was confused.  He was nodded to get close to his friend.  “On your knees.” he was told.
	The look in the boy’s face was a classic ashen, “Oh my God!”
	The look was basically the same through the other friends, too.
	“Suck him.”
	The command was not only horrifying, disgusting, repulsive, it was impossible.  “No fucking way, dude!” cried out Jake.
	Jake then saw the fan belt.  It tapped lightly against the Nude Man’s leg, “Suck his dick,” cooed the man in a low voice, “or I’ll rip the hide right off of you--starting with your balls.”
	Jake gulped and felt ill.
	Allen stood with a very limp dick, mouth open.  This was becoming very bad.  Very bad indeed.
	“Just do it, dude,” said Allen, “a-an-and get it over with.”
	In his mind, Allen knew he’d be doing the same thing to him, too.
	Closing his eyes, Jake extremely reluctantly pressed his quivering lips to his friend’s dick.  His head shook but engulfed the head of his friend’s prick.  He sucked and sucked only getting friend Allen’s cock to become slightly aroused.
	Tamara and Rylene were told to get together, to do a sixty-niner.  The girls didn’t know what a sixty-niner was, but were schooled in how to “perform” and they did so, Tamara on top.  The business end of Tamara’s ass positioned so as Allen could see Rylene licking the girl’s pussy--pulling the cheeks open and diddling the girl’s asshole.
	This helped stiffed his cock.
	Jake sucked more and more--and on his own he masturbated himself and rubbed his ass.  He sucked well, totally devouring the cock in his mouth (and liking it.)
	Allen, though revolted at having a dude-friend suck his dick, liked it just the same--getting sucked on was “getting sucked on!”  Jake also helped stroke the boy, sucking him to the pivotal point of explosion and then working his crank to get his juices flowing.
	Jake swallowed most of the spunk, the rest was splashed onto his face.  Allen rubbed his prick to his friend’s face and fully emptied his tool load.  Jake continued slurping until there was no more and the cock was soft
	Tamara and Rylene “switched” positions as the boys did.
	Allen was less enthused about the deed presented him.  He was not wise enough to take not of how or why or whatever the reason friend Jake had such a boner.  Jake stared down at his friend for a moment while being “serviced” then at the Nude Man and then at the tree behind the Nude Man.  He pumped into Allen’s face, Allen retched and coughed, sputtered and retched but sucked his friend until his mouth was filled with distasteful goo.

**

	Tamara looked up passed Jake’s ass, no expression on her young face.  The sexual depravity she was in on was the most--she had never thought in her wildest (sexual) dreams she would be in such a mess.
	The Nude Man parted the boy’s cheeks, he smoothed his hand over Jake’s ass, patted it, and then began pressing his manly manhood to Jake’s bum hole.  Jake’s testicles rested on Tam’s face, she had been told to suck them into her mouth.  She did.  She saw up close and very personal the adult man penetrate Jake’s rectum, the man’s own hairy balls came to her forehead.
	Jake’s cock was stiff and cum emptied out of it onto Tamara’s chest.  The boy licked out her pussy, her legs locked back behind his arms.  Tam couldn’t believe every inch of the man’s cock entering Jake’s shitter, where’d it all go!?
	Beside them, Allen and Rylene were hooked up, with the Nude Boy doing Allen in the ass as he sat on Rylene’s face, his balls in the girl’s mouth.  
	The sodomy was intense and lasted several minutes.  The Nude Man pulled his manly prick out and humped Jake’s ass, spanked it and re-stuffed it.  The Nude Boy did likewise.
	Tam could smell the intense mustiness that was sex.  She wasn’t even aware that she was being licked out.  She concentrated for some strange reason Jake’s sodomy.  She was impressed that Jake could take such a cock, too.  The Nude Man’s cock was impressive.
	At length, a great torrent of man cum spilled out of Jake’s hole and onto Tam’s face.  The man continued to pump long after the primary shoot, he jammed himself to the hilt and jerked until all the liquid love had been dispersed.  Thereafter, he slowly-very slowly withdrew.  Even MORE liquid love spilled out of the boy’s hole.
	Tamara watched as it took a minute or more before Jake’s hole closed back to normal.  The boy rest fully on Tam’s body, no longer licking poon.  His hands held his ass, spanking himself and diddling his hole.  During the final moments of being butt fucked he, too, had shot a massive wad of spunk onto Tam’s chest.
	“We’re almost done.” said the Nude Man.
	The boys rolled onto their backs, their cocks (and assholes) in some agony.  The girls sat up.  They were offered cold drinks that weren’t actually “cold” per se but wet enough to be satisfying.  Some snack foods and almost an hour of ‘rest’.  the Nude Man once more left the group and was gone during that time.

	When he returned the day was shortening.  The air cooling and the drone throp-throp-throp of a helicopter could once more be heard, but a little closer than previous almost encounter.
	“You make your phone call?” The Nude Man asked of the Nude Boy.
	“Yeah, I did, everything’s cool.”
	“I’m fired, though.” from his crappy sack boy job at the grocery store.  Not showing up for two days, going on three.  Go figure!  The boy didn’t seem too distressed over it.  He shined it on and waited for the next thing.
	The next thing was:  Allen on his hands knees, legs out a bit, Tamara holding the boy’s cheeks apart, Rylene working Jake’s cock as Jake sucked hole.  A rim job, licking out his friend’s funk hole.  He seemed only opposed as he was with friends present.  But with eyes closed he licked good butt hole until he was near ready to cum.
	Then, with Rylene guiding his dick, he entered Allen’s asshole and fucked him.  Rylene caressed/smoothed her hand over the fucking boy’s ass; Tamara masturbated the boy being fucked.  
	It took several minutes but Jake managed nicely to shoot a nice load of hot love into his friend’s anal tract.  He made verbal pleasing sounds and pumped like he meant it and liked it.  The girls stared down to Jake’s cum squirter and Allen’s cum shooting asshole.
	For Allen’s turn--or Jake’s--depending on how you view it, Jake laid out on his backside.  The girls holding the boy’s legs back with Tamara sitting her furry snatch on Jake’s face--Rylene fondling Jake’s cock as well as sucking it.
	For Allen, he entered Jake’s hole and sodomized him for a long-long five minutes.  Thereafter he spilled a immense load of hot goo onto his friend’s belly.  Rylene was given the task to “clean it up.”
	While she did so, she herself was reamed out by the Nude Man.  The Nude Boy entered Tamara’s ass while she remained perched on Jake’s face.  It was the final event.
	Thereafter that--the four were allowed to go to the creek to bathe and revitalize themselves.  They had daypacks as they had been out backpacking in the woods.  Their clothes were collected and stuffed into the backpacks and marched to the “other” family.

A Long Day’s Journey 
	Georgette Willows no longer blinked her eyes.  Her nipples were hard, she breathed kinda hard, her mouth hung open--but that was about it.  She was stunned--mind, body, and soul.  She was a strong Christian woman who had fought bravely against deplorable sex acts thwarting the nation.  She had condemned many of her fellow parishioners for giving in to the plague of unrighteousness.
	Then, she was orgasming tenfold as a two boys she did not know filled her body (at the same time!)  One boy, Jake, pounded her in the ass while another boy, Allen, filled her motherly cunny.
	The new group was horrified beyond belief when they saw the family.  Tied to a small tree was a teenage girl who had obviously pissed the Nude Man off--severely.  She had been “brutally” and relentlessly lashed across the backside.  
	“Don’t piss me off.” warned the Nude Man to the four teens.  The four teens nodded.  All the while the four newbies went thru the motions of complying fully with the Nude Man’s commands, the girl at the tree barely stirred. 

	Greg Willows, son of the mother getting double doinked, was part of double teaming Tamara with Eric Wiesman.  The boys then, when finished, took their tongues to Rylene.  The double doinking team Jake and Allen put THEIR tongues to Shannon--Jake licking her pussy while Allen tongued out her rim.  Wanda sucked on the boys’ schlongs.
	On and on it went, the boys banging or licking the girls--the girls sucking or fucking the boys.  Georgette, the mother, received one after another all the boys--her pussy was filled to capacity first, then her mouth, then her asshole--but not necessarily in that order.
	The Nude Man and Nude Boy took turns themselves, taking most pleasure with the four new people, specifically the girls.  By nightfall, it was chilly and dark.  The Nude Man fed (and watered) the combined group and provided so-so protection against the chill of the air.
	It was a long-long night.
	The Nude Man slept little, a snatch here, a snatch there.  He couldn’t trust his companion.  The forest was not quiet and so that helped.  The combined group also sniveled some, there were whimperings, and sudden calling out from the on-going nightmare.	
	Come morning brought a new day.
	Blindfolded the combined group was walked thru the forest to a place the Nude Boy knew of.  An animal path that wandered up a steep 1,500 foot hill.  It was precarious with rocks, boulders, and ten jillion trees.  At a bend in the trail along side the trail there was a huge wash-out.  A huge towering burnt out pine was there, part of its roots exposed creating a unique inner hill cavern.  It was deep, dank, cold, and dark.  It went into the hill just a few feet and then dropped down an estimated twelve feet.
	Naked, secured, and blindfolded, the group was shoved into the hill-cave.  All except Tamara, Jake, and Shannon.  They were returned to the Nude Man’s SUV.   

EXP-011010100110

	He sat kinda glum, stirring his coffee.  The din of the restaurant near non-existent in his mind.  A slight neck ache had begun, a prelude to a headache.  Thoughts a-plenty roamed thru his mind.  Some good--some not so.  
	“More coffee, hon?” spoke up a too-cheery waitress.
	Forrest shook his head, he had just gotten his cup of Joe the way he liked it.  She looked to his companion across from, “Anything for you, sweetie?”
	The boy shook his head, he didn’t look well--kinda pasty and sweaty.
	The waitress trotted off and Forrest looked out the dirty window.
	His mind wandered, not focusing on any one thing.  Beyond the window was the parking lot, slowly filling with the traffic from the nearby interstate.  Beyond the interstate, an expanse of desert.  Rustic and useless.  Ridges jutted up in a few places, low laying vegetation all over, reddish brown dirt, vastness.
	His mind was about to settle--when the clamor of the restaurant increased in tempo and distracted him.  He looked briefly to his stalwart companion.  “How ya doing, Sport?” 
	Skyler Zane nodded and remained leaning against the wall.  He looked like death warmed over.  Forrest had made up his mind--the end of the use of the Contraptions.  They were useful, to a point, but the side effects were a bitch.
	It would take time before Skyler would “return from the dead” and be fit to walk among the living.  Forrest debated what to do with him, drop him off at his home?  No.  Take him to Nancy’s home?  Nah.  Take him out to the New Digs?  That was a possibility…
	But once on the road New Digs bound, Skyler felt better, with the window down, his head leaning on the door sill (like a dog) he felt better.  Getting into where the New Digs lay would be a bit of a chore--rough roads, no roads, and two hours of walking in to avoid suspicion and studious watchful eyes of interlopers.
	It would be a long damn while before there was any up easement of law enforcement officials--official or otherwise.  Seth was still constructing at the New Digs, mostly at night.  Noah was still with him, too.  Both were doing well and the New Digs was becoming more and more “obscure” (from sight.)
	So Forrest ditched the New Digs route and sashayed to the interstate.
	He had no plans.  No destination.  No real desire to “leave” the town of Town.  He liked Nancy and she didn’t mind him staying with her, not at all.  The Sexual Revolution of Decrepity was rescinding; there was still the underlying problems--as well as outlandish and bold.  The laws that had been looked over and not so enforced were once more returning.  Slow to enforce, but the naughtiness that had excelled for so long on the upswing was again taking a hit.  
	It meant that things were retuning to some semblance of normalcy.  It meant that those naughty folk who so indulged in sexual depravity would be more secure in their doings, take their doings “underground”.  
	It gave cause for Forrest to wonder how Nancy would continue to feel about his presence--screwing her and Becky; the presence of Wednesday and Eddie and the elusive deranged Pugsley. (and the newest member, Julie)
	Tapping his fingers together he leaned back in the green vinyl seat.  Another truck pulled in off the interstate, an RV with a small family followed.  Someone in the kitchen dropped a dish, seriously distracting Forrest’s lucid attention.
	Which was not a bad thing, for he would have missed the incredibly lovely young girl at the entrance/exit doors.  She was chatting with another girl who was okay, too.  But it was the Subject Target that kept Forrest attentive, he got wood and had a strong-strong desire for her.
	His juices flowed, his eyes settling on her deliciously wondrous tight butt.  Typical jeans, kinda tight for a ten year old to be wearing--no wonder they got into so much trouble with lecherous perverts.  Bouncy brown hair in a single pony tail--she could be the sister to Julie back at Nancy’s!
	She had a wondrous face, so pretty, wide eyes, cheery, and delicious!  Simply fucking delicious!  Forrest’s juices flowed more and more, he leaned onto the table staring…
	‘I wish she’d come this way, so’s I could get a look at her better.’
	Done.
	Suddenly to Forrest’s surprise the girl kinda went a little strangely rigid, stopped yammering with her friend, turned, and walked towards where Forrest was sitting.  As she neared she slowed--not knowing her ultimate destination.
	She paused as she came to Forrest’s table.  Forrest quickly checked her and grew nervous.  ‘what the fuck?’
	“Aimee!” called out the girl’s mother.
	Aimee seemed to come to her senses, looked around being very confused, then backtracked back to her mother.  Forrest avoided direct eye contact with the tall woman who looked a little pissed.  The woman shook the young girl’s shoulder and chastised her.  This pissed Forrest off…

	The color scheme in Skyler was slow to return, but the hot coffee and two cherry pies were helping.  Storm clouds were darkening the skies, traffic on the interstate was backing up, spilling into the roadside restaurant’s lot.  An accident out a few miles on the roadway was the cause.
	The family of “Aimee” had merged outside, lingering by the newspaper boxes, chattering on and on.  Aimee and her young friend chattering, too.  There were two boys of the blended family-friends who were on the sly checking the two girls…

	Forrest scooted his way to the restrooms located down the way from where he sat and around a corner.  His mind was bugged.  Seriously.  Really.  He paused at the payphones, another chatty waitress lingered there, smoking a ciggy and not happy with her conversation--or the intrusion of Forrest.
	‘Fuck off!’ she mouthed to him
	Wrong.
	Forrest smiled and scooted passed her but paused at the cigarette machine.
	‘Raise your skirt.’
	The woman continued yapping.  Forrest twitched his nose, shook his head.  ‘didn’t think so.’ he said to himself, ‘a fluke.’ referring to the incident of Aimee.
	Then, as he pushed the MENS restroom door, “Charlotte” raised her skirt.  Forrest paused.  He blinked his eyes and took a long extensive pause.  Something twitched in his mind.  It had been a long-long-long damn long time since…
	‘slide your panties down, to your knees.’
	Off-pink panties the woman wore, she slid them down to her knees.
	Forrest stepped up to her, smoothed his hand onto her bare ass, diddled her asshole and then fingered her pussy.  Before anyone came bustling around the corner for a smoke, piss, or chat on the phone, he worked the woman’s panties back up and returned to his seat.
	‘return to normal.’ he Minded.

	It had been a long time.  Damn long time.  He couldn’t remember the last time.  His memory was a little fuzzy.  The City?  Something with his running with the MOB?
	EXP-011010100110
	His dogtags were in a secure locale, he no longer wore them.  He had been in the military--a predestined destiny by the government.  He had been an “experiment.”  But something went wrong.  He became self-aware.  (go back to Bk 4, Chptr 3, pg. 11 for details and memory refresher)	
	There was an “implant” in his noggin.  What its purpose was Forrest couldn’t remember.  But he knew he had it.  He couldn’t remember (still) why he had stopped using it.  But, apparently, it still worked.

	Somewhere after leaving the City and venturing towards the town of Town, he had let his mind chip rest and “go offline.”  how long ago go had that been?  Weeks, months?  Months.  Maybe almost a year.
	The MOB.
	He had been a flunky for the MOB, no one (NO ONE) left the Organization.  His last “job” had gone a little awry, something of a kidnapping two teen girls.  Thereafter it got a little hazy.  He had left the City, and the MOB, and made it to Town and Seth.  
	Then there was the Cabin in the Woods.
	The Cave, the Cabin, Mandy’s nearly knocking her brains out.  The New Digs.  The Spying in Town.  Nancy.  Dozer. And so on…
	His mind implant had been “offline” all that time.
	He had completely forgotten about it.
	But, with the advent of Seth and his temple implants--the Exp 0110 implant in Forrest’s noggin seemed irrelevant.  Brute force seemed to work just as well.  Then, there was young Skyler.  Skyler and his amazing Contraption.
	Forrest sighed.  His vision seemed--blurred.  But it didn’t last long.  Charlotte the waitress came in a huff from the payphone, walking fastly and adjusting her underwear.
	Outside the family of Aimee continued to mingle and most were in a chat with the state troopers informing travelers of the road conditions.  A large fully custom kinda standing out from the crowd black old style SUV Blazer rolled in, drove slowly to the side of the popular restaurant and parked.  The windows were heavily tinted, but squinting--Forrest found he could “see” within.  Another facet of the amazing brain implant 0110...
	A woman was at the wheel.  Hair color and other “exact” features would have to come when she got out of the vehicle.  She wasn’t alone, there seemed to be four chit’lins with her, two girls, two boys.  Their exact features (and ages) would have to come later, too.
	The woman didn’t immediately exit the custom ride, she lingered and seemed to stare at the three state troopers yapping to the gathered crowd.  Forrest had a notion.  A feeling.  He waited.  The color in Skyler’s face still returning…

A New Friend

	‘Go.  Go.  Go.  Stop!’ pause  ‘Turn left.’ pause  ‘Go.  Go.  Go.  Stop!’
	A big rig hit its infernal Jake Brake, slightly distracting his “directing.”  narrowing his eyes he maintained a “mental lock” on his Subjects.  There were two of them, they were friends and virtually inseparable.  And being with that the Secondary Subject was kinda cute herself, why not?
	Aimee and Lucy.  Cute.  Damn cute.  Real cute.  Radically cute.  Aimee in nice semi tight jeans, Lucy in a yellow chiffon dress with lace.  Very pretty.  Forrest kept his distance, pretending to listen to the state troopers flapping their lips.
	Skyler had come around, sort of, and was functional.  He moved Forrest’s ride to just the other side of curiously interesting black Blazer.  The woman and the four kids still remained within. 
	Forrest worried slightly, would the woman remember the two young girls walking by her truck?  The tips of his fingers felt “funny.”  tingling.  A slight whine in his ears had begun, too.  
	Side effects he guessed.
	It was probable the reasoning why he had laid off using the implant 0110.  He sighed, farted, stuffed his hands into his pockets and continued “directing” Aimee and Lucy to the end of the sidewalk…

	His subtle efforts had not gone unnoticed, however.  Not by the woman in the truck, she was glued to the state troopers and gathering crowd.  Lightning and thunder broke into the skies and virtually scrambled the gathered throng.  This helped Forrest catch a glimpse of someone at the very corner of the restaurant.
	He paused in his doings.
	Skyler, though, hadn’t gotten the message.  He opened the door to the SUV and seeing the two Subjects not coming, got out and went towards them.
	‘No you idiot!’ Forrest said.
	In one attentive ear he heard, “AIMEE!”  “LUCY!”  someone(s) were calling out for the two “missing” girls.  Not good.
	Not a time to panic.  Not yet.
	Skyler had come to the two girls--noticed that they were “stunned” and seemed to be in a “waiting” pattern.
	‘Get back in the truck, dumbass!’
	Skyler twitched his mouth and shuddered when the skies got angry again.  So did the two Subjects.  Forrest shook his head.  The skies darkened quickly and the air was charged with narly electricity.

	Lightning not normally anyone’s friend screeched out of the dismal skies and struck a utility pole--shattering it and exploding it--the transformer nearby took a hit and exploded, too.  In confusion, two young girls (and two sneaky young boys) were “whisked away.”
	Forrest took his 4-wheeler four wheeling--there was a dirt embankment surrounding the roadside eatery, a concrete curb, too.  Not much of a prob for Forrest’s ride.  The useless extremely rusted chainlink fence at the top of the four feet berm was.
	Forrest plowed thru the minor obstacle--it didn’t do damage save for seriously scarring the black paint on his truck and getting wrapped up on the axles and drive shaft.  At the top of the berm there was a five foot flatness that segued to a two hundred foot slope to a dry wash river bed.
	In the darkness and with his ride only having stock equipped lighting, knowing the placement of the river bed was unknown to Forrest--until he plowed into it.
	He cussed.
	A lot.
	He beat the wheel and found himself a little “stuck”.
	Getting out of the ride, and falling some feet to the rough bankside of the dry river--he cussed some more.  In the brightness of the lightning he saw a major problem.  Other than the fencing wrapped around the axles and drive shaft, his ride was at an “angle” not good.  The nose of the SUV was buried into the sand of the dry river, the ass end still UP on the bank.
	He didn’t have a winch.
	Calling the auto club was out, too.
	Forrest did the only other thing a driver does in situations like that.
	He cussed and kicked the truck.
	That helped…
	(Not!)	
	Suddenly, though, BRIGT lights of a BIG truck came bustling over the top of the berm from the restaurant.  Forrest held firm and raced thru his mind what he could do.
	He thought he heard the horn honk of the truck looming down on him, but wasn’t sure if it was the truck of Mother Nature.  He held his ground and conjugated some ideas about how to handle the impending situation.
	When a big burst of lightning fully illuminated the gloomy night, he saw that the new arrival was none other than the big black custom Blazer.  (well duh!)  It came to stop some feet askew of Forrest’s truck.  Its huge desert lighting fully brightened Forrest’s situation.
	“Got stuck, huh?” said the woman who hopped out.
	A red head, curly red, but possibly not her natural color.  She was young, too, early 20s.  She was friendly, though.  She also had a “winch” on her ride.
	“I can pull you out, but we ought’in not go back to the restaurant.”
	Something in her voice told him--she was alright.
	“I’m Brieanna.” she said with a smile and an offered handshake.
	‘I’m horny.’  then clearing his throat and taking the young woman’s hand, “I’m Forrest.” the two shook hands and stared into one another’s eyes.  Something stirred within them.  Hmmmm
	Brieanna, who went by Breezy, knew her way around a winch. Quickly she hooked up Forrest’s ride and easily winched him free. Thereafter they negotiated a narrow dirt road along the river bank, went under the interstate bridge.  Once on the other side they charged across the 200 yards of dry river and up the other bank side--nearly flying onto the near desolate interstate.
	Forrest and new friend Breezy took a few minutes freeing Forrest’s ride of fencing.  Mother Nature was throwing a serious bitch, it was not just ‘dark’ but DAMN DARK.  And windy, too.  The lightning and thunder had diminished and Forrest looked around for any signs of a “green twister.”
	Thankfully, there was none.
	“We got to get someplace!” yelled Forrest.
	“I know a place!” she yelled back.  Naturally.  “Follow me!”

	A little apprehensive, what was he getting himself into?  Skyler was fairing better, in the middle seat sat a stunned Aimee and Lucy.  They were belted in, hands and feet tied together--kinda for safety.  (a gag was at the ready should it be necessary--Forrest hated anyone screaming relentlessly in his ear while he was driving.)
	Behind them, in the rear, Tamara, Jake, and Shannon…

	He was torn between trusting and not trusting.  Either one could wind up spelling trouble in the end.  He didn’t like storms, didn’t like not knowing shit, didn’t like the unknown.  All three were his criteria for hitting the interstate and going for it.
	But he followed the huge custom Blazer--down a bumpy rough desert road--in the middle of Mother Nature pitching a bitch.  He didn’t like storms, especially driving around in them!
	The road got a little rougher before it got better, they crossed two dry channels then tooled up a steep incline.  At the top the Blazer had stopped, Forrest had to hold position on the incline and when the Blazer took off again, Forrest’s SUV slipped.
	And continued to do so all the way back down the incline he had just went up!  “FUCK!  SHIT!  DAMN IT!  FUCK!” he bellowed.  Lightning screeched thru the dreary night and the first drops of rain began to fall.
	In super low, gears locked, asshole tight, Forrest once more motored up the hill.  He and Skyler had to look about to re-locate Breezy and her black Blazer.  It was not too far, but down a steep hill.  The road was not too wide and chuck full of holes, “canyons” and rock debris.  The wind buffeting Forrest’s ride gave him cause for great concern.	
	The SUV slid part way down the de-cline, giving cause for Forrest to worry if he would smash into the ass end of Breezy’s truck.  She moved on before that happened, though.  Thankfully.
	A mile later and they bottomed out--they came to where it was flat.  the road was better and they moved at a decent clip.  The rain expected didn’t come, just a lot of hot wind, lightning, and outrageous thunder.  The mind lock on Aimee and the other chit’lins was disturbed by the voracious noise.  But tied up as they were, they were no trouble.
	At length the Blazer slowed and made a sharp turn.  Forrest saw canyon walls, steep rustic walls towering up hundreds of feet.  The Blazer’s lights shut off and Forrest guessed they were “here.”
	He really didn’t like it.  This was too insecure.  He had no fucking idea what he had gotten himself into.  Breezy got out of her vehicle, Forrest told Skyler to “take the wheel” then, “if this goes wrong, get the hell outta here as best you can.”
	Forrest felt a set up.
	Outside his SUV the wind was near non-existent.  The air temp itself was rather warm but no wind.  Forrest tried to scan the area for security’s sake.
	“We’re in Horseshoe Holler.” Breezy said walking up to him.
	She had a large industrial flashlight and shone it around.
	They were in a natural canyon silo, with partially one side open part way.  It was roomy, spanning 50 feet in diameter.  Upwards it went some 240 feet straight up.
	“I come here--a lot.” she said.
	“It’s quiet.” said Forrest.
	“Kinda the reason I’ve come here.” then, “It’s peaceful and a person can collect themselves.”
	“It’s a bitch getting to.”
	Breezy chuckled, “It is from the interstate.”
	“There’s another way?”
	“Yeah, coming in from the desert from Shackletown.”
	“Shackletown?”
	“You’re not from around here, huh?”
	That was putting it lightly.
	Breezy explained about the small desert town, then another one a little bigger but further away.  She herself was from the one further away.  Thunder above them in the natural silo interrupted their convo briefly.
	“I hate storms.” Breezy said, “especially when I’m in them!”
	Forrest suddenly felt something.  Something he hadn’t felt in a long-long time.  If ever.  He held back his thoughts on the matter.  Too soon to go jumping willy-nilly.  
	The driver’s side door of Forrest’s ride opened, it let out the unhappy voices of Aimee and Lucy.  Forrest felt uneasy and wondered.
	“You took a big risk,” Breezy said, “can I see them?”
	Forrest’s uneasiness was put to rest when the side door was opened and revealed Aimee, her friend, Lucy; associate traveling family friends Vance and Barry.
	“Mmmmm, yummy.” Breezy said quickly raising an eyebrow.  She looked upon the kiddies as if they were a dessert.  And they were!  Forrest noted, though, she seemed to linger her gaze on the two boys.  She also took a quickie look to the trio in the rear.
	“Busy man.” Breezy chortled.
	Forrest said nothing but smiled and blushed.
	“Wanna see mine?”
	Was she in the “business”, too?

	Two boys, two girls.  Oscar and Juke, Molly and Bailey.  The boys were ten years young, the girls a lovely nine years.  Juke was Chinese.  
	“It’s a long story.” Breezy said bowing her head and being kinda sheepish.  She seemed fidgety and uncertain.
	“We all have those.” Forrest offered.  He looked the kiddies over, nodding his head approvingly.  
	A sudden gust of wind blew down the silo.  Forrest shuddered.
	“I hate storms.” he told the slightly smiling Breezy.
	“We can, uhm, all pile into my rig.” the girl offered shrugging, “There’s plenty of room.”  Forrest still had a mild case of the heebie-jeebies.  He couldn’t risk fully letting his security measures down.  Could he?
	“What do you do with yours?” Breezy suddenly asked as Forrest fetched out little Lucy.  Skyler paused, too, as he pulled out the fussing Aimee.
	“Uh, ‘scuse me?”
	“Sorry,” Breezy backed up, “I-I just meant, I mean, I-I just wondered what-what you did--with yours.”
	Forrest stared at her, he was about to whip out the Exp 0110 on her.  She was nervous and wringing her fingers.  Forrest strained his ears to hear any sounds of approaching vehicles, helicopters, and the like.
	Only the wind howling at the top of the canyon silo.
	She reached out suddenly to pat Forrest’s hand reassuringly.
	“I didn’t mean to frighten you--I-I just meant, I mean, do you just “do them” and then let them go?”
	Oh.
	“For the most part.” Forrest answered.  Her mannerisms had him on edge.  Then she seemed to change.
	“She’s a cutey.” she said.  She patted the girl’s leg smiling and drinking her in.  “I can see why you chose her.”
	Forrest was caught off guard.  
	“I bet she’s a virgin.” she continued to smile.  “Is that why you got the two boys, too?”
	Forrest didn’t know what to say.  Who WAS this chick?  He wrinkled his nose and squeezed Lucy tighter to him, smacking her thigh as she squirmed too much.
	“They were--uhm, there, friends of these two.”
	“Oh, they saw you taking their girls?”
	“Something like that.”
	“Cute boy.” she added.  Breezy liked boys, favored boys over girls, Forrest assumed, it was a natural, a given.  As she leaned into the SUV to help drag out the closest boy, Barry, Forrest checked the young woman’s ass.  He vowed that he would be in it…

	The black Blazer was indeed “roomy” inside.  Breezy’s four chit’lins scampered to the front seat, but peered over the high back as the new arrivals--arrived and were seated.  Tamara, Jake, Shannon were squared away in the very rear.
	Fresh cold sodas and chips all around were passed around.  Country music blared on the sound system, Mother Nature blared outside.  The young’uns settled down, but were still mighty frightened.  Forrest bided his time, the desire to get after Aimee and Lucy festered within him; there, too, was the pair of boys he wouldn’t mind.
	Forrest didn’t have to wait long, though.  After a bit of refreshment, Breezy turned around from her driver’s seat.  Forrest was still on his guard and uneasy.  That was soon quelled as the young woman looked upon the four kiddies in the middle seat.  Skyler occupied the rear area with the trio from the woods incident.
	The four newest members had had their hands and feet freed;
	‘Mind me or else.’ Forrest strongly Minded to the four.  ‘Piss me off in any way--and you’ll regret it.  Got it?’ and each of the four nodded, gulping and appearing very frightened.  They had every right to be.
	Seeing Breezy’s hungry (lustful) eyes, Forrest took a chance.
	“Take your pants down.” he told the boy named Vance.
	The boy looked horrifyingly to Forrest.
	“No way!” he said aloud.
	‘Yes way!’ said Forrest into the boy’s mind, and then he was physically “slapped” across the face.  ‘I warned you,’ continued Forrest, ‘and I can make it much worse for you--and your friends.  DON’T PISS ME OFF!’
	The boy was close to tears.  Breezy a little confused--she hadn’t heard the Mindlinked conversation.  But she saw the boy’s shaking hands undoing his jeans and tugging them down.
	“Nice and easy.” cautioned Forrest.  Lucy had scooted to the floorboard to curl up and whimper.  Aimee had tears streaking down her face, but otherwise was okay.  She hovered by the door, though…
	Somehow holding himself together, Vance lowered his jeans.
	‘Good boy!’ Forrest Minded to him.
	“Lift your legs.” he told him aloud.
	The boy tightened up.  This was a little bizarre.  But no matter, it was going to get worse.  Much.
	Gulping, Vance Lane scooted forward, leaned his shoulders back into the seat, then slowly raised his legs up.  Forrest nodded to Aimee and Barry, ‘hold his legs up.’
	“Plant your feet to the roof.”
	The boy trembled but didn’t get overly emotional.  Forrest watched Breezy.  Breezy focused her attention on the trembling boy.  Lightly she reached out and ran her hand up and down the boy’s bared thigh.  She patted his butt and pressed her fingers to his private parts tucked (still) inside his underwear.
	Lucy was having a having a difficult time maintaining control.
	Aimee seemed strangely better coping.
	“Take your underwear up.” spoke Forrest to the boy.
	The boy looked to Forrest with wide eyes.  Forrest looked to the boy with cold hard staring eyes.
	‘One…’
	The boy complied.  Slowly.  
	Breezy smiled and latched her eyes onto the boy’s revealing testicles.
	Forrest noticed her left hand “working” itself between her legs.  Her four kids peeked over the high back seats but didn’t seem emotional about the situation.
	Breezy took Vance’s undies on up to his uprighted ankles.  She ran her hand down his legs and then began a tedious task of fondling his bare balls.  Lucy was in a near fit.  Aimee--Aimee seemed to be like Breezy’s kids, taking it all in without emotion.
	Breezy fondled the boy, fondle-fondle-fondle.  Earnestly she was fondling herself, too.  She bit into her lower lip and began tugging on Vance’s prong.
	The lust was growing more and more in Breezy.  She herself was trembling, sweating.  The windows of the Blazer began to “steam” up.  Forrest worked the boy’s jeans and underwear off, stood him up and removed his shirt.  Breezy scooted to the empty space between the front seats; her jeans were undone and pushed down some and her panties moved down, too.
	‘You ever FUCK a girl before?’
	The boy went pale.
	The darkness in the Blazer began to get--darker.
	‘Well?’
	The boy gulped and shook his head, ‘No sir.’ he answered meekly.
	‘Excellent!’ then, ‘You like Aimee and Lucy, yes?’
	‘Yes sir.’
	‘You want to see them--naked?’
	The boy gulped and fretted big time, he began to bawl, too.
	‘Answer me or piss me off!’
	‘Yeah, I-I guess so.’
	‘You’d like to see them--in their underwear?  Sitting on a toilet peeing, sitting on each other’s face?  Hearing them fart.  Seeing them finger themselves?’
	The boy was overwhelmed, the images in his mind of Aimee and Lucy naked, in their panties, on the toilet, on each other’s face confounded the boy--it both gave him a boner and deep confusion.
	Breezy peeled out of her clothes, tilted the steering wheel up as far as it would go, then laid out, a pillow and a blanket under her butt to give her comfort as the space between the seats had flashlights, soda cans, emergency flares, etc.
	It was getting pretty dark, Forrest wished it was lighter.  He positioned the nude boy onto the nude woman.  Her four kids remained in the front, making room for her.  Barry and the girls in the middle squinted their eyes as their young friend lay on top of the woman.  It was unbelievable.  Totally!
	Forrest felt Vance’s emotions overflowing.  The confusion issue still remained, but overwhelmingly there, too, was a strange new feeling--sex!  Breezy was in full control--she had guided the frightened confused boy’s pud into her body.  Natural instinct abounded and with Breezy’s hands working on the boy’s ass, they fucked.

*

	“I-I gotta pee.” came a bare whisper.  Forrest blinked his eyes, his mouth was dry, his balls ached, his back, his head, his neck…
	For a moment he was confused as to where the hell he was and what had happened.  A moment was needed before the pertinent information refilled his noggin.  He stretched and felt the need to pee himself.
	According to his watch, it was four in the morning.
	Outside all seemed calm.  The skies above were no longer in turmoil.  It was still quite dark, but light enough to see.  Tamara needed to “go.”  everyone else was sleeping, snoring, farting.  Forrest eased little Aimee off of him, she stirred some and “clutched” at his shirt.  
	A long stretch outside of the truck felt good.  He opened the back end and helped Tamara out.  The other two with her also had awakened and also needed to “go.”
	“Take your clothes off.” Forrest told them.  He himself removed his own, stretched heartily again, farted, then fondled his balls as he watched the three strip naked (again).  Once nude, 
	“Spread your legs and go.” he told Tamara and Shannon.  Breezy exited the truck and watched.  Forrest masturbated, Jake blatantly stroked his bone and pissed into the sand.
	Shannon and Tamara spread their legs and while standing urinated as well.  Tamara was mostly herself, but in complete compliance with the one called Forrest.  Shannon--Shannon was kinda mindless and obeyed without consequence of thought.	
	Forrest positioned Shannon up against the bumper of the Blazer and leaned her into the rear area.  He then smoothed his hand and cock all over her lovely young teenage ass.  He spanked it a little  before parting the cheeks and “inserting” his cock.
	Breezy still naked herself simply spread her legs and peed.  Jake’s bone grew dramatically stiff as he watched her.  
	“Tamara, get back in.” Forrest told the tomboy girl.  She complied, crawling back inside where she had been.  She then was “minded” as to position herself so as Shannon could begin tonguing out her urine fresh pussy.  Forrest was deep into the girl’s asshole, humping madly.
	Breezy smiled and after having her bladder made gladder she moved to the back end of her Blazer and positioned herself like Shannon was.  Forrest patted Breezy’s ass, parted a cheek and looked to Jake.  Jake was no fool, or idiot.  He happily complied.  

	Forrest continued pumping, as did Jake beside him.  Boys Vance and Barry had come over the seat, naked they were.  Barry positioned before the boy hungry Breezy while Vance got sucked on by Shannon.  Tamara laid herself out width wise while Breezy’s boys, Oscar and Juke, took turns fucking her.

	Aimee and Lucy.
	Lovely-lovely simply fucking lovely young ladies.  The girls had stripped off their clothes thru the long night.  Forrest’s fingers probed them and the boys Barry & Vance tongued them.  Nothing else.  Lucy was the worst to control, very adamant about her situation and didn’t want to be touched in any way.  So she was pinned into the middle seat and swatted.
	Forrest’s attempts to control her thru a Mindlink had failed.  He knew that the Mindlink didn’t always work, not on all peoples.  Some peoples just were more susceptible than others.  After the rash ass beating, though, Lucy was much more controllable and didn’t wish to be beaten again.
	‘Next time, bitch,’ Forrest had Minded to her, ‘I’ll use a belt.’
	He had no more troubles with Lucy…
	After a good (butt) fuck, Forrest took Aimee to one side and allowed her to pee.  He stroked his foul cock before the stricken girl.  She stood and peed into the sand, averting her eyes from the man’s nasty asshole reeking cock as well as from the prying eyes of Barry and Vance.
	That thing about Lucy earlier--scratch that.  After Aimee had peed and walked around the truck a bit, she was settled back inside.  It was Lucy’s turn to pee.  The girl fussed and required a brief smack to her ass.  She peed some but was more fussy than anything else.  
	Finally, in a fit, Forrest threw the young girl into the back area of the truck and with Jake and Shannon holding her young legs back, Vance was forced (via strong Mindlink) to tongue the girl’s pissy pussy.  Vance wasn’t too thrilled but had no choice.
	Forrest caressed the boy’s ass while he did so.
	Breezy looked on very approvingly.  Her four kids struck off on their own, there was no place really to go, some rocks to climb and such.  The only opening was forbidden to them as Breezy and Forrest didn’t want them to get lost or “sighted.”
	Skyler--Skyler was crashed out in Forrest’s ride.  He needed the rest.
	Barry got a turn on licking out Lucy’s twat, thereafter, Forrest took a turn followed by Breezy!  Lucy squirmed and twisted.  Her bare thighs were smacked, her legs held firmly.  Cum dripped from Jake’s cock…
	‘You like to stick it to her?’ Forrest Minded to him.
	The boy gulped and looked faint.  He stared at Forrest blinking his eyes.  He nodded.  Forrest smiled, he had a Mindlink to Jake.
	‘Well?’
	‘Yeah, yes, sure.’ the boy answered kinda reluctantly.
	‘But you prefer someone like--Barry, Vance, etc.?’
	The boy was embarrassed but nodded his head that it was so.
	‘Excellent!’

	Lucy’s cries were muffled--Jake’s testicle sac was engulfed into her mouth.  Pumping steadily into her hairless poon was family friend Barry.  Barry was a handsome fart, dark hair, blue eyes, whimsical look about him, typical young boy with an average cock.  Breezy was near out of her mind watching the antics, she was very lustful.  Very.
	As Barry fucked Lucy, Breezy caressed the boy’s bare ass.  
	Vance took his turn, then Breezy’s boys Oscar and Juke.
	Forrest rubbed himself onto the girl’s poon, poked her virgin asshole, then entering her for a long drawn out fuck.  Then, like Shannon, the young girl became very quiet and still.  She became very obedient, but mindless.  Forrest kinda regretted that.  It was then Aimee’s turn…