August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 2
Incredulous Opportunities

Never out of Style
	Tonguing another girls quim was beyond belief for Brittany.  Sucking another guy’s dong was beyond reproach for Shaun.  But cum the new morning, cocks still sizzling from the previous nights horror, cunt licking and cock sucking were the new commands.  Brittany had her poon licked on by all the girls, including her dear frantic mother.
	Shaun retched and gagged as he sucked down all the boys’ cocks--including a turn on the two men who had kidnapped him and his family.  His own prick was sucked on and then--
	He couldn’t imagine what his sister or mother had endured about being pumped in the ass.  It was a disgusting adventure for sure.  For sure.  But one by one by one by one, the boys of the cabin plowed their pricks into the ten year old’s hole and many of creamed.
	Then, he himself sodomized as many boy-holes as possible before he screamed in agony and his cock despite being nicely stiff just couldn’t fuck another hole again.
	Shaun then had his hands tied and hung from a hook on the cabin wall.  He was then switched and belted until he passed out.  His mother and sister totally lost it and freaked out until the mother passed out as a result of the dog collar being activated and taking her out.
	Brittany was secured like her brother and whipped until she, too, lost consciousness.

	Janna held Dewy to her naked body.  He had stopped speaking, his feet and ass were blistered from the torture he had unduly received.  The horror of her experience was almost too much to endure.  She thought at one point that she could handle the sexual abuse--if the torturing wouldn’t become a part of the deal.
	Many of the others felt the same way.
	“Why are they so mean?”
	“Assholes.”
	“Jerks.”
	“Bastards.”
	The general consensus stood, the two adult men who had kidnapped them all and brought them to their horror were unequivocally bastards.  Kim Whittaker wasn’t much in the talking mood.  The horror express still filled her, it had broken her spirit and she sat nakedly in a corner.  Son Shaun and daughter Brittany sat with her, not talking or moving.
	There was naught to do, ‘cept sex.  The very thought of running away, escaping was squashed by the very thought of being captured, run down by one or both of the Bastards.  The wild bear stories weren’t too cool, either.  None of them had any idea where the hell they were.  And any insurgence of any kind would grant them for sure a severe beating.
	Every so often Mandy shared her nightmare with Clorece and Kristy.  Brock and Lonnie listened in, too.  She still suffered a minor head injury and sometimes was feverish.  She herself was still in disbelief that her entire journey had been a dream, brought on by a concussion received only mere moments after escaping the Cabin.
	“How long do you think they’ll keep us here?” asked Janna.
	No one really answered her for a while.
	“Well, I guess until they get all the jollies they are gonna get from us.” answered Lonnie.
	‘What the hell does THAT mean?” she wanted to know, but kinda already knew.
	“And then what?” asked Brittany.
	Again, a long silence.
	“They’ll either let us go, or…”
	“Or?”
	No one answered, at all.  Let her figure that one out.
	The broken girl sat slumped back to the cabin wall.  She knew.  She sighed and turned to her mother to bawl.

	Outside birds chirped, a stiff breeze wafted thru the thick forest.  The inhabitants of the cabin were allowed to go out to do personal business.  And while they could get away with they stayed to get ‘air’ and hang out.  The cabin needed an occasional “airing” out anyways.
	The two adult men (The Bastards) had been gone since early in the morn.  After Brittany and brother Shaun had stepped out of the cabin to “do their business”, one of the boys, Brock, stepped up to the girl.  She firstly glanced at his dangling member, then up to his face.  He WAS a handsome fella, nice looking.  A little disheveled and haggard.  How long had he been at the Cabin?
	“I’m sorry,” he said, “but, I-I gotta do you.”
	Brittany gulped.  “What?”
	“I gotta do you in the ass.”
	Brittany’s breath was swept away from.  She stared up at the boy.  He WAS handsome.  She was frightened to be sure.  Young sibling Shaun hung close by, checking the naked girls who had come out to pee or other.  No one ventured very far from the cabin.
	“You gotta suck it, first.” said Brock as Brittany began to turn around.
	She closed her eyes, pursed her lips.  She began to tremble but somehow managed to get a grip of herself and ease down to her knees.  Brock’s cock waggled before her.  She was repulsed.  Not that she didn’t like Brock, she didn’t know him--save for sucking his cock previously.  There was a slight pungent odor.  Sucking a cock was beyond appalling.  She never in her wildest thought anyone did such things.  And she was kinda curious as to WHY anyone would?
	She gagged some, retched, and almost heaved--but she engulfed the whole of the boy’s prong.  Brock gently worked her head back and forth until such a time as he pulled out, not wanting to shoot his wad into her mouth--not yet.  He rubbed himself on her face and then nodded to her.  Brittany stood up nervously, other than sucking a guy’s dick, taking it in the ass had to be the most bizarre.
	She turned and gripped the dead log, clenching the crumbly bark as Brock’s cock rubbed against her ass.  Brittany was mildly aware of the others of the Cabin watching.  Not staring, but watching surreptitiously.  Her brother, too.
	Brock steadily poked the Chinese girl’s hole.  All over her darling little butt he rubbed, up the crack, between the legs and finally a long steady earnest push into her rectum.
	Brittany tightened her grip on the tree and endured.
	Brock made full anal penetration, pulled out, humped her crack some more and then returned to her hole.  Once more seated, he slowly pulled out until the head was near out, then back in.  long steady pumps until he entered a rhythm.
	Brittany got into the rhythm, too.  It wasn’t too awfully bad, a little discomforting, kinda painful, but enduring it wasn’t too bad.  She clenched inadvertently and held on for several LONG enduring minutes.
	Brock’s hands griped the girl’s soft hips as he pumped, she parted her legs some and occasionally he slipped his hand down to diddle his fingers to her delicious little cunny.  This sent the young girl into a unique euphoria she had never experienced.
	Brittany continued to grip the bark of the log and to stare out into the woods.  The horror of her experience she couldn’t fathom--not in the least.  There was only to endure.
	Brock went to his knees after empting his liquid love into her hole.  It felt as if though her asshole was on fire, but it was tolerable.  She turned about and leaned/rested against the log.  She didn’t know what else to expect--or do.  
	Brock then did hold her hands and apologized.
	Brittany didn’t know what to say.
	“I’m sorry, I had to.” he told her pointly, “we all have to.  There’s stuff we have to do every day and then there’s some extra things they want us to do.”
	Brittany was at a loss for words.  She shrugged.  Her legs were closed and she waited.  Did he have to do anything else?  She was still very frightened.  
	Janna had been approached reluctantly by Lonnie.  He, like Brock, had been “instructed” to make rounds with the newbies.  The boys had conferred with one another earlier before Piss Break.
	“Do they mean, ALL of the newbies?” Lonnie was concerned, doing Janna and Brittany he and Brock could do.  But the likes of Nina?  She was only six years old for piss sake!  
	But Connie was only seven and they had fucked her.
	There, too, was Shaun and Dewy.  The boys (of the cabin) fell mum, sucking a dude’s dick of ANY age was kinda unpleasant--let alone take it up the ass and give it.  (receiving a blow from another guy seemed okay, though)
	But they were sorta-kinda getting used to sucking each other, fucking each other up the ass, peeing on each other.  It was the kissing that revolted them.  They were used to all the other manners of sexual deviancy--to themselves and each other and all the others--but the guy-on-guy kissing (as well as rim jobbing) was a bit much.
	
	“They gonna kill us, you think?” asked Hank.
	“Fuck, dude, I don’t know.” bitched his brother, Brock.  “Don’t be so morbid.” they had enough problems to worry and think about, being “offed” by the two Bastards was something no one wanted to think about.  But it WAS a possibility.
	“The woman, too, huh?” asked Lonnie.
	“What?” Brock said his thoughts interrupted.
	“We gotta do the woman, huh?”
	Brock shrugged.  “Fuck, I-I guess so.”
	“I guess we--”
	“Don’t ask me any more fucking questions!  Jeeze, dude!” and he abruptly got up and moved away.  Lonnie sat dejected.
	“What’s with him?” asked Kristy coming over and sitting beside.
	“I don’t know.” Lonnie answered, his balls hurt, his cock ache--but despite that, he could fuck some more.  Kristy was good, nice looking and all that.  Going about naked with everyone else naked was kind of a kick, they had virtually gotten over the initial “staring” at one another’s private parts, it was now a sort of commonality.
	“I think we’re in deep shit.” stated Lonnie.
	“You’re just now figuring that one out!” chided Kristy.
	He bowed his head, deep in thought.  He DID want to make a run for it.  But not at the expense of the others.  Surely they would suffer inasmuch as he would when he got caught.  So far, though, Mandy hadn’t been disciplined for her escape attempt--course, the concussion to her noggin may have had something to do with it.  But Lonnie figured the Bastards were probably just waiting until she was healed up and then beat her or torture her or something.
	He saw Dewy hopping across the open to the Cabin.  His sister Janna helped him.  Lonnie gulped, his feet clenched--in no way did he want the bottom of his feet branded like Dewy’s had been.  Or his balls, ass, armpits, or anywhere on his body.  He couldn’t even imagine the pain inflicted.  Looking casually at Kristy beside him, he wondered casually what it would be like for a girl to have her pussy treated with the hot fiery iron?
	At the edge of the Cabin boundary Chet and Jane were seen.  The light of the day was quickly evaporating.  Lonnie didn’t really believe that the two would try anything foolish.  And he was right.  The two pubescent youths were merely doing what they usually did; pee on each other, then hold one another, kiss, and then finally fuck.
	Rick was doing Molene, at the side of the cabin, with Molene actually on top.  Lonnie and Kristy watched for a while, Lonnie got wood, Kristy slightly horny herself.  She agreed, in silence, to herself--that if it weren’t for the out-an-out kidnapping, the horror, the beatings, the forcefulness of sexual depravity--the out-and-out sex with the boys wouldn’t be so bad.  She even admitted (to herself) the rompings with the “younger” boys was okay, too!  
	Kristy placed her hand about Lonnie’s prong and began working it.  Lonnie opened his legs and leaned back bracing against a tree stump.  The cabin door was opened a crack, he saw movement within but wasn’t too certain who or what the who was doing.
	Kristy went down on him.
	He had always wanted to fuck, to be suck, and fuck.  He understood that there WAS such a thing as too much of a good thing.  He had minor issues with shagging the young kids, the girls as well as the boys.  Mostly the girls.  Connie was bad enough but then the Bastards brought in Nina!
	Kristy sucked Lonnie until he exploded in her mouth.  Sometimes it didn’t take much and sometimes he had to fuck as many as four girls, all three of their holes before cumming off in the fifth girl.
	Kristy snuggled against him.  Lonnie wrapped his arms about her and they watched the moon rise up over the trees.

                                                    ****

Strange But True Twisted Sordid Encounters
A 2fer!
	The days were swallowed by time.  Interlopers and stragglers, misguided trackers and wandering hunters found their way deep into the forest; forcing a quick and hasty abandonment of the Cabin.  Luckily, Seth had another option.  The trick was, though, scampering thru the deep woods with the Cabinites undetected.
	The trek to the new digs was a ways--a night’s walk and then some.
	Always have a back up plan.  Always.
	The new digs were just that--dug under ground.  GeoDome living.  It was incomplete, Seth was a builder of such living, with the advent of a potential world wide devastation--business had boomed.  He owned/operated a small company who built underground homes on the fears of the city dwellers.
	Seth’s family came along, too; remember them from Chapter 8 of Book 4?  Wife Dora May and the young’uns Angela-14, Molly-7 and little Gracie at 3 years for the girls.  Jonathan and Jason made up the boys at twelve and ten years respectively.
	They were adorned with temple controllers--managing their mind(s) so as they accepted their Leader’s commands and wishes, if not bizarre desires.  The family had “free will” but on a limited scale, they were controlled to the point of being “conditioned.”  (Which was what was supposed to happen to those of the Cabin, too--without the temple attachment.)  The dog collar was not so much as a part of the conditioning factor but as a disciplinary one.
	Once semi settled at the new digs, Seth amscrayed to fetch his family and bring them--tidying up loose ends at his home in the Town.  Forrest worried about his safety--the National Guard and other public/private local-state-federal law enforcement were ascending on the area as a whole.
	But those afore mentioned bringers of peace and civility were stretched thinly--the Town was not the only area inundated with outlandish strange behavior of citizens and the sudden strange unexplained “disappearances.”
	But still, Forrest worried.

	Underground living took a little getting used to.  Correction, a LOT getting used to.  The geo-dome was only partially complete--no running water or electricity.  But it beat the possible compromising of the Cabin.  No matter their combined skills, dealing quickly and efficiently with a small horde of law enforcement agents and/or beered up hunters on loan just wasn’t going happen easily and not without problems.
	Both Forrest and Seth could do without problems.
	The dog collars were checked and re-checked, Forrest wanted no more “tragedies” as what had happened in the cave.  It was unfortunate and unintentional.  He wanted discipline and absolute control and only wanted to utilize the electronic dog collars as a manner in which to instill such control & discipline.
	And there were enough fixed up collars to go around, either--only a select few were so adorned.  Seth had temple attachments he was making but they took more time to construct than simple dog collars.
	The outer perimeter of the geo-dome compound could be masked and made secure--special plants and manmade poisonous plants thwarted the most ardent doggie nose to go sniff somewhere else.  
	No one of the Captives really had issue with claustrophobia, but still; there were issues.  Forrest knew the ordeal was more than a simple one-man/two-man operation.  But for the moment, it had to be.
	The former inhabitants of the Cabin in the Woods found themselves in a not so roomy underground “cave.”  Air was fed down via a pipe--but it was small and not an escape route.  There was a strange round door with a curious locking mechanism as well as a peek/peep hole enabling viewing of the room.
	All the bedding (and most of the food) the Captives carried with them.  Being underground the air temp was a little chilly.  When anyone needed to pee or poop, they made a polite knock on the door and were escorted one at a time out of the geo-dome to do so.
	With the new move there was an air of uncertainty, which led to the downplaying of any hanky-panky.  Forrest-the-Beardless-Bastard let that be, mainly for the boys’ sake as their schlongs all needed “rest”.
	While Seth was gone and Forrest wasn’t on escort duty he continued with the making the geo-dome a little more homey--plastering the walls and floors, ceiling.  Installing air ducts, air scrubbers, plumbing, electrical and so on and so forth.  He facilitated the usefulness of the of the older boys to aid him, they were adorned with the special neck collars, the youngest members of the Captives were as well--if the older boys caused a problem they would all suffer the consequences.
	The boys understood.

                                                   *****

	There once was a man named Noah, who was awfully fond of the boas.  And if truth be known, he was silently well known, he was also fond of the girl-oas.
	Oh well--
	For reasons unknown, Bastard-without-a-Beard issued no decrees, commands, or anything in the debauchery manner whatsoever.  The boys of the group continued plastering and plumbing and electrifying the new digs.  No one tempted fate by escaping or causing problems otherwise.  The hours and the days ticked by slowly.  
	Beardless Bastard seemed “moody” and distant.  Most times he was clothed, seldom without clothing--everyone else remained nude.  There was naught for the others to do but sleep, eat, make trips to the outdoors to relieve themselves, and occasionally help out transforming the drab underground home into something more livable.
	A cache was found containing treasure--in the way of books, games, and music.  This was a boon for the weary Captives--entertainment!  Forrest let them have it and let them be, they needed it and deserved it.  He forbade them, though, to keep the radio off but allowed them to play the cassettes.
	With the electrical and plumbing finally done the underground digs was near completed.  Mostly cosmetic things still needed to be done.  Forrest wondered (worried) if the kiddies could possibly “dig” themselves a tunnel and escape.
	Setting up the security cameras transferred from the Cabin hopefully would curtail their feeble efforts.  Casually while working with the boys he instilled/conveyed to them about the security measures--inside as well as out.
	Many rooms were closed off and inaccessible to Captives, it was for the Bastards living only.  With the plumbing and electrical done the Captives had a bathroom and heat.  Power was provided by the Sun via solar panels in the tall trees surrounding the non-descript geo-domes.
	Forrest waited.
	And waited.
	Paced and waited.
	Sat vigil just at the outer perimeter and eyed all things about him.  And waited.  And waited.  And began to fume.  Then worry.  Then fume some more.  It was all getting out of hand.  Where would it end?  WOULD it end?  Could he move on?  He still desired to make tracks to his cousins in the Midwest.  But it seemed to be elusive to him--
	What was that sound?
	He kept poised where he was, tensing his body and straining his senses.  The old Army training was still with him.  He listened.  Eyes closed, hands tight about high powered rifle.  At the ready, too, was a 9mm Glock Special.  A survival knife, too.
	Laughter?  Was that laughter he heard?
	A woodpecker pecked in a tall dead snag.  Insects of various kinds buzzed.  The sound of the wind and rushing creek filled the air.  All seemed serene, still, near lifeless.  Seemed.
	He waited.  He saw no movement, but heard a splash followed by an uproarious laugh.  Like a snake, Forrest slithered his way down the rustic knoll to the dry gully that led to Silver Creek.
	The day was gloomy with overcast, but the threat of rain was not imminent--not likely.  At the creek he paused to gain bearings and send out his senses.  The creek was flowing but not overflowing.  A flash flood was likely from the recent storm in the nearby mountains.  
	Along the creek bank at a low side at some trees with exposed roots a small family was playing.  An aged man in his 60s in the company of four children--two girls, two boys.
	Forrest checked all around for security reasons then relaxed.
	There were backpacks nearby with two small dome tents pitched.
	Fishing poles times four were against the great tree at the bank but no one was fishing.  The youngest girl and boy were in their underwear frolicking in the very chilly creek water.  Forrest noted the water seemed to be inching up on the bank and shore and rocks more and more…
	The other two kids frolicked about playing and jostling one another with the boy, who was black--and the others were white--stripped off his jeans and shirt and flopped into the flowing creek.  He made a very boisterous shout.  At the present time the creek was merely waist high on the boy.  Merely.
	All seemed normal to Forrest--in concerns about the family.
	But he waited.  It helped alleviate his worries and concerns about Seth.  What could be keeping him? 

	A great crack of thunder temporarily halted the family’s frolicking.  The grandpa (finally) wised up and scurried the kiddies out of the chilly brisk creek.  The oldest girl, no more than ten, actually, was the only one NOT in her underwear and who had barely got her feet wet.  She was happy and all and giddy as the others--but apparently had a modesty issue or something.
	The grandpa stoked a small campfire, checked the weather (clouds) then spoke with the kids, issuing a warning about staying out of the creek until the weather cleared (and for a day or two after.)
	The two youngest kids huddled by the fire shivering.  The Grandpa hugged them and worked the little girl’s white undies down, patted her on the butt and had Forrest’s full attention.
	Another great crack of thunder put the little five year old into her grandpa’s open legged lap.  He held her and caressed her, then fingered her.
	His fingers lightly probed the child’s cunny, the little girl didn’t seem phased or alarmed and chewed on her lip watching the others.  The other young boy, seven year old Travis, shucked his wet underwear and stood as close as possible by the fire.  He acted up childishly prancing and dancing as the flickering flames got a little intense on his nakedness.
	The Grandpa, Noah, nodded to the oldest girl, Katey (10) to get the boy a towel and help dry him off.  Immediately she obeyed and didn’t seem too offended about doing the deed.
	Little Franny, the naked five year old, climbed up onto her grandpa’s lap, straddling him.  The aged senior citizen seemed okay with his new position, too; he fondled her ass, patted it, and fingered her asshole.
	The black boy, David Jacob, also ten, sported an obvious boner.
	He stood by the fire watching the grandpa fingering Franny.  He seemed lost in thought.  Forrest remained where he was, the creek was rising, the clouds darkening, Seth still overdue.

                                                    ****

	A quick trip was necessary to check the security of the Captives and the new digs as a whole.  This was a painstaking manner in which much time was needed to necessitate optimum security.  The security cameras were checked and viewed, only a few pairings of the Captives found them engaged in willing sex.  
	Forrest scooted out along the trail and waited over an hour for any sign of Seth.  There was no sign.  He didn’t like it.  It gave him the heebie-jeebies for sure; he didn’t like uncertainty--it was a security issue.  Having an unknown security concerned bothered him and would cause him to possibly run risks he would not otherwise do.
	“Shit, piss, fuck, damn it.” he bitched aloud and made tracks back to the new digs, then crept silently if not stealthfully down the creekside campsite.	                                                
	All was well, the creek was not rising all that much, but it had come up two feet.  The campfire was still going but not as much as before, it was dark--damn dark out and the campers had retired to their prospective tents.
	The door of these tents, though, were still open.
	The tents were rather small--basically kid size.
	In the blue tent, the grandpa was with the two younger kiddies.
	In the green tent the other two.
	In the blue tent, little Franny was on her hands and knees--butt naked, sucking on seven year old Travis’ schlong while behind her her grandpa’s schlong was buried in her butt.  The grandpa was butt naked himself, panting and rocking as he held his granddaughter’s hips and pumped into her.  Forrest assumed he was in her poop chute; although he could be in her kiddie twat.
	Neither child seemed distressed about what was going on; Franny seemed happy while sucking on her brother’s prong; her brother seemed VERY happy being sucked.
	In the green tent the black boy David Jacob (DJ) happily scrogged on Katey, his friend since early childhood.  Katey’s legs were spread wide and she did appear to be in the “groove” of having DJ IN her groove.  Occasionally she caressed the black boy’s ass and backside, the rest of the time she clutched up the sleeping bags.
	The angle of the dangle was a side view, disallowing Forrest of the joy he enjoyed the most--seeing a cock sliding in and out of a girl’s cunt.
	A sudden crack of thunder frightened them all.  Lightning illuminated the bleak skies above and Forrest casually wondered about lightning strikes.  Despite the horrendous clap of the thunder above, no one stopped what they were doing.

Unsequenced Events
	An old tale told of when rain, a chance of rain, and after a rain the fish bought the bait better than any other time.  So it was to be found out with a young mother and her offspring.  Tempting fate as the world was at chaos and traipsing off into the wilds was not a wise thing.
	Three boys, the oldest two at fifteen with the third about seven.
	Three girls, two at eleven/twelve with the third also seven.
	Fishing was the game.  Their backpacks had been sighted back in the woods were a small campsite had been established.  They had come down Narrow Creek which conjoined Silver Creek.  The younger children wandered not really into the fishing gig.  The two boys had their poles but were more into jostling one another rather than trying to snag dinner.
	The mother tried fishing and seemed to be quite a fisher--woman.  She also kept eye on the children, minding the older ones to watch the younger ones.  An old miner’s shack the kids found and after some warnings about staying away from sharp rusted edges and checking the ground for wire, glass, sharp anything and/or open pits, the kids played.
	The boys walked up the raging creek searching for a place to possibly cross--and came across a LARGE log spanning the extremely chilled waters.  The depth really wasn’t so great but the water was cold and swift.  And there were lots and lots and lots of rocks of various sizes.  None would be too kind to ones shins, ankles, or head should one misstep and “fall in.”
	The log crisscrossed another log.  The banks of Silver Creek had been eaten away and the logs continued to dislodge more and shift their positions after each wintery season.  By appearances there was usual foot traffic, someone had carved “steps” on the one side, even.
	The boys debated crossing, the logs were wide but no handrails or any manner of “SAFE” in the least.  But both boasted and jostled and dared the other and being typical teenage boys--they shirked safety and proceeded across.
	Once across they made their way up the crumbling steep bank side and scoffed at their daring accomplishment.  Then struck off to seek out a new way to cross back over…
	Meanwhile…
	The voices of the kiddies could be heard, virtually screaming to frighten the animals of the wild into near hysteria.  They were unaware of anything.  Anything dangerous or potentially so.
	The mother, Janie White, thirty-seven, stared almost in a panic as the stranger came making his way up the creek bank, fishing pole in hand.  He looked rough, haggard, and possibly wild; but anyone would if living off the land out of the chaos of the cities and towns
	As he neared he suddenly looked up and spotted Janice.
	He paused and nodded, tipping his hat.  He had a bit of beard growth.  Janice frantically searched her memory, had he been on any of the fliers the National Guard had given her?  The pictures all ran together actually and so she couldn’t be sure.
	“Howdy!” chirped the man.  
	Janice nodded.  She tried looking without directly looking--where were the boys, her son Brad and his friend Jason?  They were supposed to stay close to her.  Supposed to.  But she knew that that was a dumb thing to suppose--they were boys and staying close to a motherly figure while out in the woods just wasn’t going to happen.
	She saw no weapons, no knives or handgun or rifle.  No backpack, just regular kinda-grubby outdoor clothes.  
	“I got a camp a little ways down the crick, I-I didn’t know no one else was up this-a way.”
	“My-my family--” she gulped, “my HUSBAND and sons are-are at--they-they’re close by--” she stammered and in her nervousness easily displayed the truth--she was lying.
	The man smiled and nodded and asked about the fishing.
	Still nervously Janice explained they were biting just fine.  Which was true, she had a line somewhere in the creek with as many as six fat trout.  
	The man took a step closer, Janice felt flush all over.  She got a whiff of his body odor, he hadn’t bathed in a while.  He casted out his line and stepped precariously over some bankside boulders.  He paid the woman no more attention, pulled out an apple from a coat pocket and leaned against a birch sapling.
	Janice relaxed.  A little.  Turning to look up the creek and to catch the sounds of her children she never heard the stealthy steps of the fisherman.  He was on her in seconds, pinning her to the ground.  The ground being inundated with unfriendly rocks and twigs and general forest debris caused the woman even more distress.
	With his knee firmly planted into her groin, a very sharp and very dangerous survival knife against her throat, Janice offered no resistance.  She was freaked out and in a panic, but maintain some semblance of control.  She knew she was in trouble.  Deep shit trouble.  There were her children to consider.  With all the crazy fucked up shit going in the crazed chaotic world no one was safe.  No one.
	Roughly she was tossed over and her face pressed into the forest floor.  “Don’t piss me off, sweetheart--just don’t.” warned the man.  Her arms were pinned behind her and something was placed about her neck, like a collar or something.  The man ripped her shirt and bra off and paused a moment in his rant.  Janice deftly did not want to be raped, but she would endure for the safety of her children.
	
	Rolling small hills (knolls) surrounded the new area with jillions of sapling trees and boulders all about.  Janice White found herself spread eagled and secured to the uncomfortable ground, topless.  The man had straddled her chest and not so kindly fondled her breasts.  
	She didn’t think of herself--so was deeply concerned about her children; Brad and Carrie were her biological offspring.  Jason was her son’s best friend.  Ty and Heather were children of her own best friend.
	Frantically she twisted, a collar was about her neck, she was confused and frightened--this wasn’t happening--it was NOT happening!
	But it was.
	Nothing more was said, the attacker moved down and wrestled with her jeans.  If he would just simply rape her and then leave…
	But she knew he probably wouldn’t do that.
	Her clothes were worked down mid thigh when something distracted the man.  He practically flew up to a standing position, scanning the area.  Janice lay still trying to get her breathing under control.  Her kids?  She no longer could hear their laughter.
	But it wasn’t any of her kids, or any potential help.
	It was another man, an aged man in his 60s, not too spry, and of no help.  The old man stopped at the entrance to the “horseshoe” knoll canyon area.  He nodded to the first man and the two exchanged glances and conveyed much without speaking.
	Forrest cussed himself for the security breech.  It could have as well been a unit of NGs and he probably would be dead.  Very-very dead.  Or at the very least in deep shit.
	Knowing a little something about the grandpa helped alleviate the situation.  Noting the grandpa gouging himself and staring (ogling) the secured woman gave cause for Forrest to become even more at ease.
	
	Janice clutched up more handfuls of forest floor debris, enduring the indignity of being raped.  Her pussy tightened as she was pounded, the rapist, the first man, wasn’t rough with her but actually gentle--just out for a good fuck.  But it was still rape.
	He suckled on her bare breasts and eased himself into her cunny.  He had a mighty powerful schlong and though she did not wish to admit it in any way--he WAS a good lover!  Her husband--whom she had divorced and sent his cheating ass on his way with his young tart she had caught him with was not even in comparison.  The man was a terrible lover and only good for producing children.
	The man finally completed his fuck but lay on her without crushing her with his mass, his manhood still wriggling within her.  He didn’t seek out her mouth to kiss her, just her breasts.  Lightly he pumped her but she knew the initial fucking was complete.
	And again, she in no way wished to admit it, but the man DID bring her to orgasm!  With her husband (former) she had to bring herself to orgasm; very-very seldom did she ever achieve such goals while being made love to by the two-timing scum.  She hoped that he and the whore he went off with would be very happy.  (not!)  
	Janice’s ordeal was not quite complete.
	The first man sat back and with her torn ripped-from-her-body-panties wiped himself.  His eyes fell upon her fresh fucked cunny and then to her face.  He was stone faced and nothing could she read from him--although he could read much from her.
	The second man was standing, buck naked, with a raging boner.
	He was an old man, in his 60s, Janice’s own father was in his 60s.
	She closed her eyes as the first man moved out of the way and the second man took his place.  Her legs were spread open, but not to the extreme, her arms out wide, too.  She wanted to scream but wisely chose not to--her children.  If the kids should be alerted they would come and see their mother (auntie) being raped and then what?  What would the two men raping her do?  Assault the children?  She couldn’t handle that.
	She didn’t think there were anyone close by to help her so she remained silent and basically quiet.
	The second man was a gentle lover, too; he was bigger in body with a smaller dick.  She could feel it, though, moving within her and almost tantalizing her just as the first man’s cock.  Other than her son-of-a-bitch past husband, she had only had sex as a teenager in high school, three boys in the same year.  As she recalled--the first time was painful for her so it didn’t count.  The second boy got her in the backseat of her father’s car and it was a fast and furious quick fuck.  Her third fuck was at Christmas--with her handsome in collage cousin Melvin.  He was good, damn good, but wanted more than just to stick it in her pussy…
	Then her husband whom she met in college.
	She though with him that their lovemaking overshadowed the previous.  She thought the no feeling of orgasm was her fault.  At times her husband fucked her five minutes or more.  Then earned the congenial nickname--Minute Man.  
	He wasn’t into banging her in the ass or cumming in her mouth, slapping her ass with his cock or any of the other stuff (like her cousin was into.)  a simple fuck in bed--their first years of marriage they fucked all over the house at the drop of a hint.
	By reading books, watching tv shows, and listening to her friends, Janice slowly learned that women COULD and would and definitely SHOLD have orgasms while making love.  It was near essential.  At length she began to get bold, laying on top of her hubby for starters.  She began to use lubes and creams, edible undies.
	But nothing.
	She didn’t seek out a new lover, though many crossed her path, with a few coming to her door.  She fantasized about the paperboy--which bothered her to the point of canceling the daily paper!  
	The second man plowed her cunny, pulled out and humped her gash and then rocked her world with a dramatic full one minute fiery fuck.  Janice suddenly found that her legs were free.  And in spite of that fact, she did not kick or lash out at the second man but flailed her legs madly about and actually humped back.
	“Oh God, yes!” she breathed.  “Fuck me!” she mouthed, “Fuck me, fuck, fuck me!”  and Noah Ghiles was only too happy to oblige.

                                                       ****

	Darkness was descending upon the land, the creek had risen another foot, the scent of rain was light in the air.  In the distance thunder rolled and shook the land.  The woods were quiet and still, broken only by the breezes, the sounds of the rushing creek, and children’s laughter.	
	Noah used the woman’s torn panties to wipe his cum shooter, he raised his head at the sound of children.  Forrest looked to him, “her kids, just over the hill.”
	“Kids?” Noah inquired.
	Forrest nodded, “Youngest about seven, a little girl.  Then a boy, too.”
	But wait, there’s more!
	As Forrest told him of the kids, the sex and ages Noah’s cock got hard in the torn panties.  He almost began to drool.
	“Interested?” Forrest asked.
	No hesitation whatsoever, the old man nodded and consoled his hairy testicles.
	“But how?” he asked in concern.
	Forrest smiled, “Let me handle that.”

	Time was a concern, Forrest felt he was fairly safe--but still was worried abut the tardiness of his friend, Seth.  Grandpa Noah, though, though desired to hangout with new found friend Forrest, needed to check on his own children.  They had been warned to stay at the campsite, they all had whistles to blow like crazy if there was any danger.
	Darkness was coming along nicely, another hour and it would be complete.  Forrest thought, and thought, and then thought some more.  Decisions--decisions--decisions…
	Over the hill a ways were the children, playing.  Still playing--chasing one another, scaring one another, being typical children at play with no worries whatsoever.  Whatsoever.
	The two oldest finally returned, a little wet and extremely exhausted.
	“Where’s mom?” Brad asked of his sister Carrie.  The girl looked around and shrugged.  Her brother rolled his eyes and started towards the creek to go around the hill foot--encountering a tall man with a few day’s of beard growth.  He carried a dangerous survival knife in one hand and a high powered rifle in the other.

	The children, as a whole group, were quite frightened.  The stories from the news’ casts began to fill them or the strange-bizarre and horrible sexual deviancy plaguing the nation.
	The children, as a whole group, were mortified to see their mother/aunt sprawled out naked on the forest floor, her kegs free but her hands tied securely to the ground.  The mouths of Brad and Jason opened wide with a slight stirring of their loins.
	The younger kids were mortified.	

	Brad and Jason came up close to the distraught mother, they were too petrified to have full fledged boners--but close counts.  She was naked.  The fact that she was in distress and in the manner of being tied down negated any sexual thoughts.
	The younger kids whined, sobbed, and carried on in general typical form.  Time was of the essence, “Take off your clothes.” said the well equipped weaponed man.  The boys looked to one another and were confused.
	The man with the weapons repeated his command a second time; with the hesitation of the boys and the time factor the brusque man planted the barrel of the rifle to the chest of Brad.  The boy gulped and pissed in his pants.
	Neither boy could hardly breathe.
	“Get naked, now!” said the man with the rifle in a tone that meant it.
	Slowly and very shakily Jason peeled off his shirt and shucked his jeans.  Brad, Janice’s bio son, continued to tremble in place--eyes locked on the man with the rifle, peeing his pants.
	Jason kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans, then lowered his basic white briefs.  His penis that had been slightly aroused was back to shrivel with the massive fear overwhelming him.
	“Take his clothes off.” demanded the man with the rifle.
	Jason’s eyes bulged and he sputtered, gulping for air.  With the click of the rifle’s hammer and Brad pissing his pants more and almost whinning like a little pup, friend Jason pulled off his friend’s shirts.  Undoing Brad’s shoes the boy nervously looked up to the man with the rifle as well as sneaking a peek to the nakedly sprawled out Janice.
	He paused a moment in the task of taking his friend’s pants down.  But finding some courage he managed and paid no attention to the fact that his friend had so childishly pissed himself.
	Before sliding the wet underwear down he shot a glance to the kids, this was bad--very bad.  The news stories filled his head about the horrible things families were forced into by sexually depraved assailants.  He gulped and was rigid, a burning seething in his gut.
	 He slid Brad’s wet underwear down and off.  Then trembling he stood beside his naked friend surreptitiously concealing his nakedness from the younger kids, especially the girls.
	“Step behind him.” breathed the man with the rifle.
	Jason gulped and felt slightly ill.  He needed to hear the command again and even then couldn’t believe it.  But he complied and stood behind his friend, some inches between them.
	But that wasn’t good enough for the man with the rifle, a head nod and a glare conveyed to Jason he needed to step up--close.  Skin close.
	“Oh God!” uttered Janice.
	The kiddies continued to whimper.
	The two teen boys stood still, trembling, and completely numb (in their minds.)  
	“Reach around, grab his cock.”
	Jason felt the burning in his stomach erupt.  He couldn’t breath.
	The rifle barrel shoved into Brad’s chest.  The look in the man’s eyes wielding the rifle put across to the boys that the man was serious.  Jason wrapped an arm about his naked friend and “touched” Brad’s penis.
	“Work it.”
	Jason rolled his eyes.  This was disgusting.
	His other hand was commanded to come around and begin “fondling his balls.”
	Brad closed his eyes and strove hard not to get an erection.
	Jason stopped fondling his friend’s wet testicles to caressing the hips and ass flesh.  Brad himself had to masturbate himself then reach behind him and fondle Jason’s schlong, rubbing the slightly stiffened member up between his crack.
	Jason had always wondered really what “depraved” meant.  Now he knew.  He was slightly sickened by the ordeal.  But it was going to get a lot worse.  A lot worse.

	After only a few more minutes of Jason fondling his best friend’s wares and Brad reaching back to do likewise, the boys were put into a new horror--stepping away from their clothes and coming up close to the highly distraught mother.
	Noah was gassed, this was beyond anything he could imagine.  AND it didn’t bother him.  He rubbed himself and only mildly worried about his own children.  He definitely needed to quickly scurry and check on them.
	Brad was directed to go to his knees, in between his mother’s legs.  For a moment or two he was just to sit there on his knees.  He wasn’t directed to do anything else.  He was then so observed glancing eye checks to his mother’s quim.  He then quickly re-addressed his eyes to his mother’s breasts and then her face.
	The man with the rifle leaned in and whispered to the boy, but everyone could hear, “I’ll give you a choice, son--suck my dick or fuck her.”
	Brad nearly passed out.
	Jason sputtered, Janice rolled her eyes, Noah grinned.  This was going to be good!

	Brad shut his eyes tight and shuddered all over as his penis barely had the strength enough to slide into his mother’s cunt.  The man with the rifle caressed his ass, rubbed it and patted it before smacking it two or three times hard.  Then a daring finger plunged into his tight anus.
	Slowly, though, despite all that, Brad eased his cock into his mother and did what was natural.  All eyes of the family and onlookers watched.  He locked his arms above his mother and fucked her.
	Jason wasn’t left out, he was directed to come over and plant himself on the mother’s head, his testicles into her mouth.  When he didn’t overly comply immediately, the man’s rifle barrel was jammed into/up to, Brad’s asshole.  Jason dropped his furry nuggets into the woman’s mouth.
	“Suck him!” commanded the man.  Brad gulped and felt flush.
	Jason’s schlong was a little stiff.  Quickly he tried to force it to soften but it wasn’t happening.  Brad’s bare ass was caressed more, spanked and patted and a finger ramming into his hole.  The man leaned down to his ear and whispered again--this time only he was privy to question.
	“Have you sucked a cock before?” the boy’s balls were cinched up in his hand and pulled between the boy’s legs.
	The boy went prone still and could scarcely breathe.
	“No.” he finally muttered.
	“Ever want to?”
	Again, the boy nearly lost composure.  He shook his head and felt ill.
	“No.” he answered on trembling lips.
	“If I discover that you’ve lied to me--it will be very-very bad for you.”  his young teen ass was caressed and smacked again and the command to “suck” came once more.
	With eyes closed, Brad leaned in and down and touched his lips to his friend’s not-too-rigid dick head.  By his facial expressions he was telling the truth, at least in part--that he had never sucked another’s cock.
	He went down on Jason, his mother twisting and sobbing underneath, her mouth filled with Jason’s balls.  Nearby the kids huddled together sobbing, wetting themselves, and being typically frightened out of their wits.
	The boy made typical first time-sucking-a-cock retchings and gaggings to the point of almost heaving.  A time or two he stopped fucking his mother to concentrate sucking.  The man with the rifle smacked his ass and got him going again.  
	Jason’s cock popped out of Brad’s mouth and that was okay, it languished against Brad’s face and the man with the rifle liked it that way.  Jason’s dong was stiff.  Damn stiff.  Brad’s cock was stiff.  Damn stiff.  He concentrated solely on screwing his mother and finally erupted into that glory of sought after glories.
	And still, the torment was not over.
	Brad humped his fill until his prick softened enough whereas he could pull out.  The sensations still thrilled the head of his cock and he practically lay on his dear mother, his cock still squirting some juices.
	Again, the man with the rifle leaned down and whispered to the boy a command, “Turn around, put your balls in her mouth, lay down.”
	It took a few moments for the distraught exhausted boy to comply.  But he did and lay on his mother, his testicles in her mouth.  The mother was frantic and totally frapped.  Jason sat on his heels, masturbating.
	“Go up his ass.” whispered harshly the man with the rifle.
	Everyone gasped.  Everyone.  
	Everyone gasped when the barrel of the rifle slipped into the mouth of Brad.  Jason cinched up and pressed his prick against his friend’s ass.  He rubbed it on the cheeks and then up and down the crack before earnestly pressing himself into Brad’s firmly tight poop chute.
	By watching Jason poke and prod, rub and dub, Forrest knew.
	Brad’s anus was tight and virginal and took some doing for Jason to make penetration.  Brad pulled his own cheeks as he wallowed on top of his mother.  Jason finally penetrated the tight sphincter rim and began sodomizing his best friend.
	Despite the time constraints, Forrest undressed himself, again, and got between the woman’s legs.  Against Brad’s lips he pressed his cock and worked himself all the way in.
	From the boy’s mouth the woman’s cunt Forrest fucked his fill repeatedly until unloading into the boy’s mouth.  Jason unload into his asshole.
	While Jason sat back wiping his dick clean with Janice’s panties the mother was commanded to “lick his hole clean!”
	Janice White was near out of her mind.
	She did the job, though.  Retched and nearly vomited.
	Jason was instructed to switch places, HIS balls in the woman’s mouth, laying down her body.  But before Brad was to stuff his friend’s rectum, he had another task.
	“Lick it, the crack, the hole, all of it!”
	Brad felt ill.  This was insane.  Totally!
	After a good bung hole licking, though, butt fucking was next.
	Grandpa Noah was in a bad way and took another turn boffing the woman.  After shooting his load in mere minutes, he stuffed his grandfatherly cock into Jason’s mouth.  Jason made horrendous retchings and gaggings.  Forrest knew that Noah was safe.  A new partner.

	It wasn’t easy, but one by one the remaining kids got themselves undressed.  Brad and Jason took turns, again, scrogging the mother; but this time without sucking the other’s cock or taking it in the ass.
	It was observed that the boys while screwing watched the kiddies undressing--and while the kiddies undressed, the boys screwed harder.  They watched the girls peel out of their clothes, Brad’s sister Carrie was cute, along with her friend, Anna.  Both were twelve years old.
	Carrie and Anna undressed themselves and it was a joy to watch them do so.  Noah stood whacking himself and stood close so as the frightened horrified children could see him up close and too personal-like.  Jason and Brad fucked their fill of the mother, their eyes taking in the naked pre-teens.
	“You like looking at your sister and her friend?” Forrest asked in a bare whisper to Brad.  The boy stammered and couldn’t speak, he was awash in sweat and shook his head violently in the No.  Forrest could tell otherwise.
	It was the same with Jason, but Jason seemed to have more control and not in such a dire panic as his best friend.  He shrugged his answer when asked if he liked looking at the girls.
	“Given the chance, you’d stick ‘em, wouldn’t you?” with the implied notion that if given the chance, Jason would stick his dick into Carrie and Anna.
	Along with Noah, Jason and Brad stood before Carrie and Anna, masturbating.  Forrest joined them then instructed Brad to strip off Heather’s clothes while Jason undressed Ty.  Neither boy leaped to the task straightaway; so the mother freaked out as she was electrocuted via the dog collar attachment about her neck.
	A few more moments were needed for the boys to gather themselves as well as the kiddies who cowered and had terrible fits.  Which was expected.  
	Janice suffered another jolt before Jason went to Ty.  Both Ty and Heather had pissed themselves royally.  Sheer fright will do that to you.
	Brad slowly undressed Heather, she wasn’t biologically connected to him, she was the sister of Ty and they were neighbor friends of theirs.  When the chaos of the world began to seep into their town they came along for safety.
	Hmmmm
	Despite screwing the mother several times, a blowjob, a fuck in a tight ass, both boys got severe major boners when sliding down the kids’ wet underwear.
	“Carry them.” Forrest told them.  Jason picked up Ty and Brad picked up Heather and held her.  The others were capable of walking on their own.  Darkness was quickly descending and there were places to go.

                                                         ****
	Noah’s family was fine.  Shagged out from a day of playing, frolicking, and making merry.  Forrest moved his newest Captives further into the woods, promising Noah that he would return in the day and bring them to his place.
	
Overabundance
	Janice lay sprawled on a bare mattress, she was bound by the hands which were secured into a wall of stone.  Her legs were free to move, though.  She was still naked and her mind was virtually “offline”.
	Dully was she aware of those who came to view her as well as “mount” her.  Teenage boys, pre-teen, and younger.  Each boy took a turn sinking his bone into her motherly cunny, then humping her between her breasts as well as a few pumps in her mouth.
	She was alone in her new place, it was small and near sphere shaped.
	In an adjacent room Carrie and Anna laid out on a single bare mattress.  They were terribly frightened and clung to one another and adorned about the neck with dog collars.  Though both terribly frightened, they understood that the collars were dangerous and could dish out the same painful affliction that had afflicted Carrie’s mother.
	There was a round door that slid into the wall, or was rolled into the wall rather.  After the girls had been settled and their collars put on, the door was left open.  “If you’ve got to pee or other or need attention, pull this cord.” the naked man with the rifle told them.  The “cord” rang a brass bell in the small hallway as well as illuminated a red light outside the door.
	The girls clinging to one another said nothing.  They saw boys of various ages walking past the open door, some peeked in and checked them and then moved on.  The girls waited.  Silently each thought they were going to be killed.  They both assumed that they were going to be definitely raped.  They were concerned about the others and Carrie’s mother.  The impromptu campout had indeed been a bad idea.
	Brad and Jason sat quiet in a small room of their own; thoughts to their own.  It was a nightmare.  Sort of.  A strange occurrence of events.  Both were aware of all the news stories about sexual deviants prowling the American landscape, but they didn’t think for a minute that they would be swept up in it.
	Brad’s thoughts were in lockdown mode, his mind nearly void and empty.  Jason, though, reflected on what had happened.  He had boned Janice.  He had--he HAD--always wanted to.  He didn’t particularly care for the manner in which he had been forced to bone her, but all in all…
	Jason didn’t understand what was happening to them, he knew what was happening byt the why of it was elusive.  It was crazy.  Too crazy.  Beyond insane!  The news stories were one thing but for to be actually a part of it was something else again.
	Presently a young girl appeared at the open door.  She was about ten or so, shoulder length dark brown hair, pretty blue eyes--and naked.  She was very pretty overall, soft skin, barely-there-nipples on some barely there mounds.  Her pussy was hairless and revealed serious signs of being non-virgin-like.
	She paused a moment at the door, pursing her lips and being kind of shy.  She sigh and brushed a loose strand of hair out of her pretty face and stepped inside the almost spherical room.
	“Hi.” she said.
	Jason and Brad tried somewhat to conceal their blatant nudity.  It was all getting just a little too weird.
	“I’m Jane.” she said.  She stepped closer, looking to both nude boys and trying not to stare at their teenhoods.
	“I-I’m Jason, this is Brad.”
	Jane looked over her shoulder a second.  Was someone there, hiding against the outer wall out of sight?  Jason thought he saw a shadow but wasn’t sure.  The lighting in the “cave” of rooms wasn’t the greatest.
	“I-I have to do you.” the timid girl said.
	Jason and Brad looked to one another, ‘Huh?’
	Jane scratched her nose and shrugged.  She wasn’t going to explain.  She looked to the boys, there was more to be said but she wasn’t going to say it.  
	“Bo-both of us?” inquired Jason?
	Jane shook her head with an almost smile, ‘No.’
	The boys looked to her again, ‘oh’ so she has to decide which one.
	Brad scooted back on the mattress and braced a little against the cool rock wall.  He folded his legs Indian style with hands partially concealing himself.  His cock was sore, shagged out, and still in distress at what had happened.  His thoughts were still fairly much of his own, buried deep.
	Jason sat back on the mattress, legs open, exposing himself.  He knew there was little need to conceal himself, there was a modesty concern but the girl was nude, he was nude, everyone was nude and she had obviously been doinked a few times and probably raped by the mad man with the rifle.
	The girl came to the mattress and eyed Jason’s slowly engorged dong.
	She smiled.
	It made Jason feel good and not knowing really what to do or expect he waited.  Jane knew what to do.  She crawled up and eyed his one-eyed monster a little closer, then took her hand and stroked it.  Brad’s mouth dropped and he gulped.  Jason liked.  A lot.
	Jane squeezed the member that was hot in her hand, then she pressed her lips to the head of the cock and began rolling her tongue about it.  Her hand continued to work his shaft.  Her free hand fondled his balls.  
	Jason opened his legs wider and somewhat jammed his prick into the girl’s mouth.  It was a dream cum true!  He ran his hands thru the girl’s hair, eyes closed.  A bunch of girls Jane’s age filled his mind--he had longed for a girl Jane’s age to suck him.  He was a pervert.  A closet pervert.

	His bone seemed to grow even more stiffer.  The girl was good.  Damn good.  It was sooooooo tantalizing he could barely stand it.  He found himself with his hand on the girl’s head--on the BACK of her head.  He didn’t really need to “help” her, she was doing fine on her own.
	Brad leaned over to have a better look, methodically he found himself fondling his prick being very enthused at what was transpiring.  Jason pushed himself up into the girl’s mouth a little more--kind of an instinctive manner.  Jane made no sounds save for an occasional “slurping” as she worked the burning hot member.
	The girl squeezed Jason’s schlong at the base and gave his nads a brief loving squeeze and then sat up, the cock popping out and making such a sound.  The girl sat back smacking her lips, there was almost a slight grin on her face.  She bowed her head to avoid Jason’s eyes.
	A moment later and she was crawling up onto his body.  Jason didn’t know what to do or say--during the long silent moment he maintained a steady erection as he stared at the nude girl, thinking about screwing her and how it would feel.  He figured, ‘why not?  She sucked my dick, she’s obviously been getting dick, probably that fucker with the rifle has been in her, why the fuck not me!?’
	Jane reached underneath her and took holt of his cock and guided it into her body.  She slid herself down and lightly squeezed her cunny and young body as a whole.  Jason was in heaven.  This was beyond anything he could imagine.  And being a helper at an elementary school he imagined a lot!
	Surprisingly Jason’s teenage bone eased nicely into Jane’s ten year old poon.  She grunted and made some faces but eventually settled down on him and began to pump herself.  Jason caressed her ass, his fingers slipping inside to feel the warmth of her crack and touch briefly her asshole.  His none work alone, pulsing and throbbing inside her.
	He was already worked up sufficiently so his cum off point wasn’t far off.  Jane adjusted her legs and straddled the boy and rode his cock until he began his tumultuous ascent to orgasm.  Both hand clamped onto the girl’s ass, he began to make non-sensical outcries.  Jane remained silent, pursing her lips tight.  Brad hammered his cock beside them watching.
	Right at the pivotal point of ecstasy, another girl appeared at the door.
	Equally naked, exceptionally beautiful, and Chinese.  Her hair was long and black, sleek like her body, and she had a different aire about her.  She hung at the door until Jason had emptied his splooge.  Jane squeezed her cunny and then simply lay on the teenage in-the-closet-pervert until she could regain her composure.
	The Chinese girl slowly came into the small roundish room, somewhat concealing her naked hairless cunny.  She was a little taller than Jane, and slimmer.  She had no breasts at all, just nipples.  Brad licked his lips and sat back against the wall, it was obvious she was to serve (service) him.
	Jason blinked his eyes excessively and continued to caress Jane.
	“This is Molene.” Jane told the boys.
	Jane continued laying on Jason.  Jason continued caressing her ass.
	Molene sighed a slight almost private sigh and went to her knees.  She gave Brad a quick glance to the face and then down his lily white chest to his naked parts.  She closed her eyes and seemed not as willing or aggressive as Jane.  Molene was more polite, modest, shy.  From out in the hall someone “cleared” their throat.
	It prompted Molene to promptly go down and work Brad’s cock quickly.  Despite his concerns about his well being, his family, the whole sordid situation as a whole, Brad enjoyed the hummer.  He didn’t even mind that it was from such a young girl such as Molene.  
	He had minor qualms about the blowjob from the ten year old, but she seemed willing to give--and he was willing to receive.  It was the simple point of fact that receiving such enjoyment was illegal.  That was the hangup, indulging in such activities was a no-no and his mother would kill him.
	Molene, like Jane, sucked well and Brad enjoyed it.
	Molene, like Jane, eventually stopped sucking just short of bringing the teenager to orgasm.  She sat back momentarily in an almost admiring his cock manner.  It was an average sized schlong for a boy his age, which was fifteen.  She worked it, squeezed, then crawled her body up and squatted herself (her sex) down onto it; Brad guided his prong into the girl’s quim, one hand on her ass, eyes closed and deeply into the act of getting laid.
	Brad blotted out when back in the woods by the creek he had been forced to fuck his mother--along with sucking his Jason’s cock and taking Jason’s cock in his ass, his balls in his mother’s mouth, and sodomizing Jason, too.
	The images of his sister Carrie and her friend Anna filled his mind, butt bare assed naked they were.  It was a terrible ordeal for sure and he didn’t wish to see any harm whatsoever come to the girls, Ty or Heather, either.  But…
	A minute, two minutes, three?  He didn’t know for sure but he felt his cock exploding in the young girl riding him.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” he expelled.  His cock dramatically seethed with enthusiasm about the fuck, he humped/pumped near furiously as the turbulent ordeal reached its apex.  Molene pursed her lips tightly together, her young kinda tan body shuddered as the boy’s cock inside her bursted forth its juices.
	Brad’s orgasm achieved he quickly descended to the ground floor; his cock remained in Molene’s cock hungry cunny, still jutting juices.  His hands all over the girl’s ass.

                                                       ****

Into the Fray
	“He’s overdue, I gotta go.”
	Noah nodded, he had proved himself worthy of not being a security issue.  It had been two days since the meeting of Noah and the acquiring of Janice’s family.  Not much had gone on at the New Digs, a little here and there but mostly still making the underground living more livable.
	But with each passing hour slipping by and Seth a no-show, Forrest had to find out what happened.  He had a bad feeling.  He armed himself well and shook Noah’s hand.
	Noah looked to him and blessed him a safe return.
	Forrest said nothing and struck off.