August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 28
Cast Away Your Fears

Highway reconstruction
	At the general store (again), Skyler made a stop.
	“What the fuck?”
	“I need to get something.” Skyler bitched to his friend.  He was in a surly-pissed off mood.  
	“Me, too.” Jake said and followed his friend inside.
	A six pack and a bottle of whiskey.  
	Skyler went al la under the guise of the antics of Contraption II while  the Jake went in visible and made a normal purchase of chips, jerky, and sodas.
	Jake returned to the SUV, “You in?” he asked.
	“Yeah, you can drive.”
	Jake did so.
	They didn’t drive straight home.  They wished they would have.

	Jake pulled onto the Highway.  He went only a few miles before realizing what “highway” they were on.  Course, there really was only ONE access to the back country area beyond the Outskirts and Slopes.  There were “other” roads, off-road access and fire roads and self-made roads running in and out of the desert between remote communities and not so.  But for normal access, the lone back road Hwy 212/Rt. 4 was the main road.
	Jake slowed as they neared the area they had first witnessed…
	“Shit!” bitched Skyler as he realized it, too.
	Jake brought the SUV to a stop.
	“What the fuck, Dude?” Skyler asked.
	Jake shrugged.  He didn’t know.  He was curious, were there the bodies of those unfortunate girls on the other side of the guard rail.
	Jake sighed and put the truck back into motion.
	Just a mile or so from the highway junction back to the Outskirts and desert city, Jake made another sudden horrific realization.
	“My fucking wallet!” he bellowed.
	Making a quick U-turn in the middle of the road he scurried quickly back to the remote general store.  In his haste and worry and mind filled with deplorable things of late, he had made his purchase legally but had left his wallet on the counter.  He didn’t know where companion Skyler was, could the security mirrors at the corners of the walls see him?  Was there a security camera that could see “invisible” things?  
	“Dumb ass!” bitched Skyler.
	Jake knew it was true, he had to retrieve his wallet, it would place him where he didn’t want to be placed in case of a needed alibi placing him someplace else needed to be.
	At the remote general store the clerk remembered Jake and knew he’d be back.  Skyler (invisible again) helped himself to another pack of beer and another bottle of whiskey.
	Jake got more chips and sodas.
	The rain was pouring down.  Jake moved the SUV down towards the remote highway and parked under a lone remote misplaced oak.  Here the two drank and ate and sat in silence.  The rain thumping on the SUV’s rooftop sounded good.  Skyler cracked the wing-winder to let in fresh air.
	After killing off two six packs and several shots of whiskey, the boys, naturally, passed out.  They didn’t awaken until a bolt of lightning accompanied by a jolt of thunder erupted directly over their heads.
	The rain had stopped but the storm raged.
	The boys took a piss together and then saw flashing lights.
	Red, blue, yellow, red.
	Ut-oh.
	“Wanna go look?” Skyler asked.
	Jake shook his head, No, he’d had enough of that shit.
	“I’m going.” Skyler said.  He collected the Contraptions, sloshed down a double shot of Old Crow and struck out.
	“Wait!” near hollered Jake, he ran after his friend and they slipped into the dreary darkness.

*

	Kandi Japper hadn’t realized she had been speeding.  She was frustrated, she knew that.  She was lost, she knew that, too.  She was about to hook a “U”-ey when flashing lights came up behind her.
	“Oh shit!” she blurted aloud.
	“Ahm, mommy cussed!” exclaimed a young voice.
	“Shut up!” bitched the mother.
	The little one shut up; “mommy” was not in a good mood.
	Kandi pulled the late model station wagon over then wondered as to where her registration was--glove box, purse, visor, somewhere at home??
	The patrol car pulled up behind her and a trooper stepped out.  Kandi could see the man sauntering up alongside her car, his big metal flashlight stabbing into the car near frightening her children.
	Kandi struggled with the window, it was a crank window and didn’t work properly.
	“Good evening, Officer, I-I didn’t know--”
	“License and registration, please, M’am.” the trooper cut her off.
	Kandi sighed, this wasn’t going to be easy.  She took note of the man’s brass name tag, G Gayers.
	Nope!  It wasn’t going to be easy!

Summertime Blues	
	The rain was welcomed.  Sort of.  It was refreshing, that was a plus, it was cooling--another plus.  It caused great torrents of mud to slid rocks down onto the already questionable mountain road.  Not a plus.
	The old military style truck, though, negotiated the road and mountain debris easily enough.  The driver was relaxed--the passenger tense.  The rain let up but the aftermath continued.  “We may have to make a new road to get out of here.” the driver commented.  “Or depending what we find up here, stay awhile.”
	The young passenger didn’t really care, not that much, he had no place to go.
	Rounding a turn they came to where the road split--left and right.  A sign was posted dead center:  Vista Point  Balance Rock  Gopher Gulch were all of to the Left.  Camp Werthahekahwee was to the Right.
	Forrest put the old truck in gear and started pointing it towards the Left.  His Narly Senses, though, told him otherwise.  So Right it was, Camp Werthahekahwee.

	*
Camp Werthahekahwee.

	“Somehow it looks different.”
	“The weather?”
	“No, the total lack that no one else is here!”
	The girls giggled, but it was so--the lack of other “campers” put a damper on the mystic that was Summer Camp.  The foul weather was a bitch, too.  The roads were bad and accordingly too bad to make the return trip back home just yet.
	The new news didn’t sit too well with Dana Jane and Judy, her sister. The others didn’t really care.  Dana and Judy cared, their parents didn’t really know where they were…
	By the pot bellied stove Dana’s boyfriend had managed to get going stood the youngest Janner member, Elizabeth Michelle--still clutching her rabbit.
	The rabbit.
	Summer Camp.
	Dana Jane (DJ)-16 looked somewhat disapprovingly to her little sibling, Elizabeth Janner who was seven.  Sure, the rabbit was cuddly and furry and all that--Liz’beth had named the woodland critter, Gilbert--but it was that--a woodland critter.  After Summer Camp had ended, like recently, Liz’beth snuck Gilbert home.
	Then, as the days passed at home (the desert city Ridgecrest), the summer time blues came about.  Dana had come to Camp Werthahekahwee as a counselor, after years of being a camper.  Boyfriend Steve was a counselor, too.  Sister Judy was twelve and a camp counselor assistant.
	DJ’s bestest best friend Kimberly was along, too.  She had been a counselor herself.  
	Tagging along for a “just because” time warp were some of Elizabeth’s little friends--Teddy, Derrick, Carlos, and Denise.  
	It had only “looked” like it was going to rain.  An hour after arriving at where their best memories had been (for two weeks) the clouds mingled and emptied a second coming flood.
	It had been sort of a good idea--coming back to the mountain retreat.  There WERE lots of good memories.  Though the younger ones had only been “camping” two weeks, the counselor group had been in place weeks before hand, the summer camp ran the gambit of summer with rotating groups of kids from seven to twelve.
	But the camping experience was done for the season.  There would be another session, the winter season.  
	Dana stooped down to be level with her unhappy sibling.
	“You’re going to have to let Gilbert go.” she told her.
	“NO!” whined Liz’beth, “Gilbert’s my friend!  He needs me!”
	The conversation had been repeated several times already, Liz’beth was very attached to Gilbert--letting the rabbit go was going to be tougher than thought.  It had been hoped once Liz’beth was back at the Camp, she would see how much Gilbert needed to be home.
	No such luck.
	And there was more good news…
	“We aint going back on THOSE roads!” a wet Steve said as he returned to the cabin they were occupying.  Mud and mudslides made the return trip a near impossibility.
	“You mean we’re stuck here?” almost hysterical manner.
	Steve shrugged and nodded his head.  He gave the love of his life a whimsical look and then tended to the stove.  DJ and sister Judy looked to one another--this was a BAD idea.  Liz’beth continued to hold her rabbit…

*

	The little kids played, the summer camp cabin they occupied was one of the larger ones for meetings and such.  Most things had been removed for storage, heavier furniture and some chairs had been left as is.  The kiddies ran amok chasing one another--Liz’beth ran with them still clutching her rabbit.
	After stoking the fire, Steve looked out a dirty window, he saw darkening clouds and the real threat of continuing rain.
	“How long do you think we’ll be stuck up here?” asked a nervous DJ.
	Steve shrugged, he didn’t know.
	DJ tugged on the corner of her lip.  She wouldn’t really care but there were all the kiddies and her parents didn’t have a CLUE as to where they all were.  It was supposed to be a quick trip back to the summer camp place, deposit Gilbert, and dash back home.  Three hours--tops!
	Not!
	Judy stepped up to the stove to warm up,
	Steve stepped up to DJ--to warm up,
	Kimberly wished she had tagged her boyfriend to come with,
	Elizabeth was a little fretful,
	Suddenly--the cabin door opened.
	It couldn’t be rightly described--but a “figure” stood there.  No description of the figure was possible.  It stood for a moment and then entered, some of those in the cabin thought they saw a second figure, as well.  But no one was exactly sure…
	They WERE sure, however, that they would never ever be the same again.  Little Elizabeth Janner would forever blame herself for what happened.  Some would develop nightmares, others would never look upon the world as quite the same.  Others would give rip one way or the other!
	The obscure figure seemed to waver, which made it further impossible.  The second figure was more obscure--so concentration was focused on the first.
	The little kids scurried quickly to the bigger kids.  A wise move for sure, but it didn’t matter.
	“YOU WILL COMPLY!” spoke a gruff demanding voice.
	“YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD--OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES.” continued the voice, “IT WOULD NOT BE WISE TO PISS ME OFF!” pause for dramatic effect.  “DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”
	The wee little ones began to cry, shudder, shake, and be highly alarmed.  This couldn’t be good.  Most of the little (well, all of them in facts) were oblivious to such things as sexual depravity.  They had heard “stuff” at their school, bus stop, day care, church, in public, and at home.  They were basically clueless, though, so to them those things meant nothing.
	Another long pause there was and then,
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Though ALL those present could hear the command, which had lowered its tone but was still forceful, the COMMAND was only directly to one particular individual.
	Steve.
	Sixteen year old Steve, three months away from being seventeen year old Steve, hesitated.  Bad move.  A little friend of Liz-beth’s suffered by thoroughly wetting himself and then falling to the dusty wooden floor cringing in pain.
	Steve and the older girls freaked out and made a feeble attempt at “rushing” the wavering form.  There was screaming and pleadings and beggings, some of the other little girls peed themselves--it was basic out and out chaos.
	The kids “rushing” were suddenly hurled back, tumbling on one another, spraining fingers and all.  Temporarily they were blinded, a powerful ringing was in their ears.
	“YOU WERE WARNED!”
	Several minutes were needed before the group could compose themselves.  Thereafter, sixteen year old Steve shucked his clothes.
	He wasn’t a bad fella--dark hair, athletic, slender in build, not an “A” student but a solid “B” was okay.  He had wit and charm and sometimes was a “blonde” at how he saw the world.  But he was okay.
	The younger ones tried to shield their eyes when the handsome boy began to strip, but they were strongly chastised not to.  They had to watch the boy strip, the kids took seat and watched the “show.”
	All eyes were upon the teen boy--as he stood after pushing his basic white briefs to his ankles.  He stood naked.  Not a washboard stomach, but it wasn’t bad.  Kimberly, best friend of Dana Jane, almost drooled.  She didn’t focus so much on the boy’s chest as she did his cock…
	Young siblings Judy and Liz-beth, too, were near drooling.
	Judy had seen a boy (or two) in the buff a few time, most recently just weeks earlier at the very same camp--spying on boys skinny dipping and running amok naked thru the camp at midnight.
	It was Liz-beth’s first look at a naked boy, though.
	“Hope up on that counter.” the Voice said.  A counter was right close to where the naked sixteen year old Steve stood.  Timidly and slightly pissed off he moved to the counter and then hopped up on it.
	“Open your legs.” the Voice continued directing him.
	Steve had closed his legs in a feeble attempt to hide his nudity.
	Slowly Steve opened his legs.  He didn’t have a boner, not yet.
	“Alright, Red, your turn.”
	“Red” was Kimberly, she was a flaming red haired girl.  Ultra skinny, nice ass, though, sizeable titties for a skinny girl her age.  She was a little put off by the outrageous command--she wouldn’t really mind stripping naked but there were others present--little kids.  (If the kiddies were teenage, she wouldn’t care…)
	Slowly Kimberly eased off her clothes.
	Dana Jane stood nearby in awe.
	The older teens HAD heard the bizarre sexual depraved stories of mind control and other.  They well enough knew that they were in the midst of one such.
	With Kimberly naked, she was instructed to “handle” Steve’s cock, fondle his balls, and then suck him--off!  DJ was no longer awed, she was miffed--Steve was HER boyfriend!  If anyone was going to do those things to him it should be HER, not Kim!  
	Kim proceeded with the deed and Steve reacted as he should, with a raging boner.  The action of Kim bobbing on Steve’s wang was somewhat blocked from viewing for the others--but that was okay, there was plenty of time for viewing.  	
	Dana was instructed to strip.
	Judy tensed up as she knew that she was probably next.
	When sister Dana WAS nude, Steve was hard and cumming in excellent cocksucking Kimberly’s mouth.  Kim’s ass danced about wildly, legs open so as the young boys behind her had “boners” going, too.  The boys; Teddy, Derrick, and Carlos, were in total awe.  Carlos had pissed himself earlier, as had young Derrick.
	Dana stood (naked) trembling.  Mostly in fear.  Mostly.  Her sister Judy had been commanded to “strip” off her clothes, too--but just to her panties.  (The Voice liked ‘em in their undies)  
	“Get on the counter.” the Voice told DJ.  
	Nervously the girl complied.
	Then, Judy her twelve year old sister was commanded to “lick her pussy.”
	Both girls were horrified.  
	‘Have you ever licked pussy before?’ asked the Voice into Judy’s mind privately.
	She blurted out “NO!” aloud, but it was ‘Yes’ inside.
	Judy had licked on a girlfriend’s cunny AND her own sister (DJ).
	The girlfriend of Judy’s had licked her AND DJ, too!
	And ye, DJ in turn licked on sister Judy and the girlfriend.
	The “admission” was in private, but still--the girls knew that the Voice-Asshole knew; what they had done was something they had wished really to be kept kinda private.  But cunt licking one another was the least of their worries.
	Judy very timidly and even moreso approached her naked sister.
	Tonguing her sister’s pussy wasn’t a bad thing, but there were the kids all sitting wide eyed--with boners, behind her.
	“Suffer the little children…” sneered the Voice, quoting the Bible.
	Judy well enough knew what he meant--if not intended.
	She begged.  Her sister begged of her.  Little Liz-beth peed her pants.

	“Finger yourself.” the Voice said.  Judy was near to bawling--as she licked out sister DJ’s pussy.  The command to “finger” herself burned, she knew the young ones behind her were in fits.
	Fits.  Yeah, that was a neat word for it.  Teddy Jurnell was merely seven, he was black, he was stiff with “wood.”  He had never had wood before, but it was incredible.  He was perplexed but knew that he liked it!
	Derrick Smoltz had never had wood before, either, he was seven.  But in his wetted pants there his pee-pee was as stiff as a piece of wood.  He was white and of a very good family, well dressed.  
	Carlos Juirez was another seven year old, he was Mexican and had a bigger piece of wood than his three friends.  Just a scooch, but still…
	Denise Smazier was also seven, she was black, actually Jamaican.  A well rounded face, hair in a particular style of her generation.  She was a little scared, but not frightened.  Worried, but not alarmed.  When Judy began fingering herself, Denise--like the young boys, felt a strange tingling betwixt her legs…
	Judy stood bending over licking out her teen sister’s twat.  How much worse could it get?  She was confused and very frightened.  Usually fingering her pussy felt good, but she was crying.
	Kimberly had a mouthful of cum, Steve’s cum.  She swallowed--she was a swallower.  She had polished off Steve’s knob, smacked her lips and stood (out of the way) watching Judy lick out DJ.  Steve hand humped his cock, it had NOT softened but remained erect and jutting more cum.
	All the kiddies stared--mouths open, eyes bulging.
	Steve then was commanded to hop off of the counter, stop humping himself, and take off the clothes of Denise and Elizabeth.
	This bit of news wasn’t received well by all parties involved.  Judy and DJ weren’t pleased either and fussed about it.  Being naked they were kinda vulnerable.  The Lone Figure-Voice was insistent and twelve year old Judy and seven year old Teddy suffered--greatly.
	Nothing “struck” them per se, it was in their minds.  The others, though, saw them rolling on the dusty floor of the cabin screaming in sheer pain.
	“I can make it much worse--this is only the beginning.”
	Steve and DJ screamed a flurry of obscenities--none of which made since, they were just angry.  All the kids (those not rolling on the floor) screamed and begged, pleaded and screamed some more.
	It took some doing (on the Voice’s part) to settle the group out.
	“Listen up!” he spoke gruffly into their minds as well as aloud.  “I can make this EASY or extremely hard.  You WILL comply, you WILL do what I say when I say it!”
	The Voice continued to berate the group, repeatedly; instilling upon them that he COULD make them comply without their will.  He just would prefer them to comply on their own.  Sort of.

	Elizabeth Michelle Janner, seven--eight in six months, stood trembling--bright eyes of blue staring to Steve’s forehead as the teen hunk lifted off her blue sweater.  She didn’t cry or fret, there was barely anything going on in her little mind.  Kimberly and DJ were “69ing” on the counter with Judy sitting on her butt up against the counter, fingering herself.
	Liz’beth’s little friends watched both the girl on girl action and Judy masturbating as well as teen friend Steve (who was naked still) undressing their mutual friend, Elizabeth.
	Steve did like Elizabeth, she was the baby sister of his girlfriend.
	Deeply, secretly, would he like to FUCK the baby sister of his girlfriend?  Would he like to see her naked, on her back--legs up, in her panties, bobbing on his knob like Kimberly had done?
	Would he like to stuff Kimberly’s pussy?
	Had he fucked DJ in the ass?
	Would he like to boff on one of the little boys?
	Question after question was fired at the sort of dimwit teen boy.  He had alluring good looks--but wasn’t morally corrupt.  He only cared for DJ.  She sucked his cock (and balls) and he pumped off a round or two now and then in her ass.  They got totally naked and showered together as well as skinny dipped and run through a park at midnight naked when the sprinklers were on.
	He was NOT into children, boys or girls.
	The Voice, though, found a slight mild interest in Judy--morally non-corrupt Steve DID have a desire to shag the pre-teen--pussy, mouth, ass and to flop his cock between her lovely developing titties.  In his mind he vividly so himself ejaculating onto her very sweet face.
	None of these images befall young Elizabeth.
	With the turquoise sweater off, little Liz’beth wore a white cotton shirt with an girl’s undershirt under it.  When these items were removed--Steve once more had wood.
	Steve himself was trembling, his neck muscles pulsing.  He began to sweat and tremble more as he came to the task of undoing Liz’beth’s pants.
	Meanwhile, beside them, DJ’s friend Kimberly had the task of undressing the little boys.  Unlike Steve, Kimberly had no morals.   Some, but not many--especially in regards to sex and who with.  Age irregardless.
	With young Teddy’s clothes at his ankles, Kimberly smiled and focused her eyes onto the boy’s wet weeny.  On her own she tugged on the member, it was slightly aroused, it couldn’t be helped.  With Kimberly tugging on it--it got stiffer.  Kimberly had nice well rounded titties, soft and supple with perky nipples.  Her bush was a fiery red that was trimmed just so.  Being ultra skinny, naked, not too old, gave great cause for the other bys to sprout wood, too.
	Judy had the task to undress Derrick.
	Steve had Liz’beth’s pants down.  She stood in kiddie undies, white with pink flowers.  “Put your hands on her.” the Voice said aloud--for the benefit of all to hear (although it could have been said only to the boy’s mind to see the reaction of the others of Steve fondling Liz’beth’s ass seemingly on his own!)
	Liz’beth stared at Steve’s forehead, Steve stared at Liz’beth.  In a way, a small way--if it weren’t for the others, molesting Liz’beth would be okay.  (providing the little girl was willing or curious.)  He wouldn’t force himself, but if she was willing…
	Down came the panties.
	Stiffer came his cock.
	Kimberly (Kimmie) went down on Teddy.  She was smiling.  One hand cupped the boy’s hairless immature nuggets, the other caressed his ass.  She gobbled on the boy’s tally and he liked it!  He was at first confused, then amused.  Slightly alarmed but that only lasted a couple seconds.  Getting a blow job (from a teenage girl) was the greatest!
	With her pretty panties down, Steve’s hands came to rest on Liz’beth’s ass.  Sisters Dana Jane and Judy were mildly upset, sobbing and knowing in the back of their minds (from the news stories they had heard about) it was going to get worse.	
	The girls, and ye everyone, watched as Steve scooted up, sat up, and took his rock hard cum squirter and rubbed it up against Liz’beth’s belly--then down to rub the slit of the girl’s cunny.
	Liz’beth’s sisters cried and begged.
	Liz’beth sobbed but held her body firm and endured--she was taking it better than they!  Steve was emotionless--he was a little irked.  The Voice in his head continued to command him (silently) to rub his cock up and down Liz’beth’s snatch, squeeze her ass flesh, work a finger to her asshole, then…
	There was a gasp as sixteen year old Steve stood.  He had to adjust his stance so as his cock was angled bulbous tip to awaiting mouth.  Little Liz’beth closed her pretty blue eyes and pressed her lips against Steve’s glistening dong.
	‘I didn’t tell you to stop.’ the Voice said to Judy.  Bawling and sobbing pre-teen Judy returned to sucking off on Derrick.  This was followed by laying out on the floor, opening her legs nice and wide and fingering herself.  Young white boy Derrick from a well-to-do family stared in astounding awe at the naked near teen.  He stared blankly at the total nudity, then at Judy’s titties and then her pussy.
	No one heard the Voice, but assumed that it had spoken--directing young Derrick down to lick out on Judy’s snatch.  It was so noticed that while bent over on his knees--ass up, Denise standing close by “checked out” Derrick’s ass!  She did so with a whimsical aire about her, too!
	Steve was doing likewise to Liz’beth, er, that is to say she was laid out on her clothes, legs spread--Steve’s tongue dancing about her innocent poon.  (Denise on the sly checked him out, as well!)
	Kimberly went from Teddy to Carlos.
	DJ sat on her ass dumbfounded.

Shagging Shenanigans
	Elizabeth lay on her backside, naked, legs open wide.  On her very pretty young innocent face Steve’s cum load was drying; previously his ball sack had been fully engulfed into her sweet mouth while she helped him masturbate.  When he at last began to cum, he scooted down onto her chest and fired off all that he had.
	It was sort of for the benefit of the others who were watching.
	Then, Steve rested to recover while Teddy was first up--licking out his friend’s hairless poon, fingering it, fingering her equally virgin asshole, then laying on her.  Kimmie and Dana Jane had to help “instruct” teddy as the proper way to fuck.
	Dana had to keep her hand on the boy’s ass while he fucked.
	To help in the recovery of Steve’s dong, naked Denise came to stand before him as he sat against the counter, she fingered herself, smiled a lot, then went down on him.
	Kimmie then laid down and began strongly fingering herself.  She was joined by Judy and the two girls laid out for a lovey 69er--again, for the benefit of the others.  (Steve got the benefit out of it, too!)
	Elizabeth didn’t cry or anything, she lay calm but with a wriggling naked body as Teddy pumped on her.  The boy’s more than average schlong length for a boy his age successfully breeched the girl’s hymen.  There wasn’t a lot of blood but a bit of discomfort.  DJ continued to rest her hand on the bouncing butt of the young boy, clutching his balls up from between his legs and finally sort of kind of getting into the groove of the shenanigans.
	It was deplorable and she wouldn’t have minded if it were just her, her sister Judy, Steve and Kimmie.  The little kids were just too young to be messed with.
	But, be that as it may…
	Teddy pumped his fill for five minutes.  He was exhausted.  Elated, but exhausted.  His cock would never be the same.  Using a pair of panties, Liz’beth’s, Dana cleaned off the boy’s dong and balls.  Her own panties were used to clean off Elizabeth.
	Then white boy Derrick went down on Liz’beth, fingering and tonguing all the way.  DJ sucked on Teddy and then scooted to lay down, taking the boy on between her legs.
	Steve’s dong was back to full strength, amazingly Denise was some sort of cocksucker.  She was a natural!  She very nearly was able to consume the entire engorged member.  She used both hands to jerk the gherkin, she grinned the entire time and smacked her lips when she sat back.
	Steve scooted down, bringing the girl onto his rigid pole.  Denise didn’t fuss but complied.  She rested her virgin snatch on the hot throbbing pole, then moved up Steve’s nude body inasmuch as she was pulled to his face.
	Once at his face she sat while Steve drove his tongue into her body.
	Teddy pumped his little heart out--er, cock before sliding up to Dana’s face.  She sucked on his nuggets and then partook fully of his cock AND balls, hands clamped nicely on his ass as she did so.  After five minutes of that the boy was placed behind Judy--she was on top of Kimmie.  Kimmie pulled Judy’s butt checks apart and helped guide Teddy’s dick into Judy’s pooper chute.
	Each boy, Teddy, Derrick, and Carlos, took a turn in Elizabeth and Dana--fucking their snatches for a full five minutes.  Then, it was over to Judy’s ass for a five minute butt fuck.
	Then, Denise.  
	Steve during that fuck spree had been fingering Denise’s asshole, tongue and finger and finally cock.  By the time Carlos had pumped his five minute allotment into Judy’s poop chute, Steve’s cock was embedded mostly into Denise’s poop chute.
	The Jamaican girl sat on Steve, his cock half way in her asshole.  She lay back against his chest, her legs draped over his.  Teddy waltzed over and went down on her, sucking/licking on her pussy.
	Kimmie and Judy had switched, Judy on bottom with Kimmie on top.  All the boys--not busy at the current time, came to kiss and lick Kimmie’s asshole.
	Teddy slid his near permanently erect organ into Denise’s super tight super lovely cunt--and fucked for five minutes.  There wasn’t as much blood to clean up as there had been on Liz’beth.  Judy’s panties were used and then Derrick took his five minute turn.
	Teddy went and stuffed Judy’s pussy, slipping it out and getting it sucked on by Kimmie (on top).
	By the time it was Carlos’ turn, Steve’s dick was fully inserted up Denise shitter.  It was a little uncomfortable for the both of them.  After Carlos had fucked his fill, Denise and Steve got into a doggie-style, his cock still in her asshole--and they endured a serious bout of doggie-style fucking.
	The boys (and the girls) all stared in wide eyed amazement as cum ran like a river out of Denise’s crap trap.  Steam wafted out of the girl’s rectum, it took several minutes before it finally snapped shut.  Steam drifted off of Steve’s cock, too.

	Finally, Steve got to sink his prong into girlfriend, Dana Jane.
	Judy, Liz’beth, Kimmie, and Denise laid out on the floor while boys, Teddy, Derrick, and Carlos took turns one by one licking the girls’ poons, sucking on the girls’ titties, riding the girls’ titties (if they had titties to ride, if not, they just humped the bare flat chest.)  And then at length the boys stuffed the girls’ poons.
	Steve unleashed a massive load of liquid love into DJ’s cunt.  It was a ball buster and both teens were greatly exhausted.  They lay arms and legs akimbo and waited recovering while the others continued “fooling” around.
	After the boys had fucked themselves silly, they grouped up about the stove.  Steve took his prong to Judy.  It had not fully recovered, but was strong enough to stuff Judy’s snatch and fuck.  The others watched and most found themselves fingering themselves…
	Though he was basically all fucked out, an orgasm was an orgasm was an orgasm--despite the lack of fluidic juices saying so.  He pumped and pumped, Judy kinda liked it, but her pussy--like the cock pumping in her, was shagging out.  She clutched to the boy’s ass and was thrilled deeply just the same.
	Steve sucked on her titties and drove his bone into unattainable goals.
	He did likewise into Kimmie.

*

	A soft rain had begun to fall, the sweet scent of mountain trees filled the air.  Another chunk of wood had been stuffed into the pot bellied stove.  On the floor on a mass of jumbled clothes, Elizabeth lay with her legs spread wide.  Her young poon was very well sore, if not fucked.  It tingled, itched, and could use a bath.
	Steve was begging, pleading--for his cock’s sake.  It couldn’t do no more.	 The boy’s asshole clenched up, after Liz’beth there would be Denise.  Then, the girls’ assholes. How much more could he do?
	He was allowed to rest.  The young boys allowed to rest.
	All the girls were allowed to rest.
	The cabin grew dark, the rains fell, the mind boggled group fell to slumber.  

	Thru the long night there were those who awoke for bathroom needs.
	If it was any of the girls (of any age) Steve and one of the young boys would go with outside to the communal bathroom.  The young boy accompanying would “wipe” the older girls.  If it was Liz’beth or Denise, or Judy, Steve did the wiping.
	If a boy had to pee, or other, one of the girls went with--same deal, one older one younger.  
	No other hanky-panky shenanigans were there.  Not until morning.
	Cum the new morning, and a new rain, Steve was prompted once more to complete his task--Fuck Elizabeth Janner.  Dana and Kimmie once more made out in a 69er while Judy masturbated.  That helped Steve get wood.  It also helped going down on the girl.  When his cock was at optimum hardness, he eased it as gently he could into the girl’s pussy.
	He was sixteen, his cock 6 inches and a tiny bit more.  Liz’beth was seven.  Though Carlos, Derrick, and Teddy and fucked her, their dicks were inadequate in comparison to Steve’s.  He didn’t know if he had to go ALL the way into the girl’s poon, or what.  He tempted fate and only stuffed Liz’beth partly, the head of his dick and just a scooch more.
	He then humped, pulled out and humped on the girl’s pussy.
	At five minutes he was allowed to stop.  His cock despite the few hours “rest” had not sufficiently recovered.  It was sore, damn sore.  It ached and tingled and gave him fits.  He wanted to cum but couldn’t quite reach that threshold.
	No matter, Denise sucked him for five minutes and then he was on her, in her, fucking her.  It could be seen in his frapped mind, he liked Denise just a little more than he liked Liz’beth.  It was Denise he gave his cum juice to, a great glob shooting deeply into the child’s cunny--the rest was spilled onto her pussy.
	Steve passed out.

	There was one more narly naughty task.
	But first, the group walked briskly nakedly out of the cabin to the camp kitchen.  Not all the food stores therein had been taken away, that food of which would “keep” remained.  Of course there was the business of the food locked up in cabinets and underground storage facilities…
	Dire determination, however, took care of that.
	Everyone remained in the kitchen.  By this time they couldn’t figure their predicament.  It was strange to them.  They knew for the most part that they were acting on their own--or where they.  They felt that in some cases they were “directed” but in others they were not.  They couldn’t tell if they were alone or was the Voice still with them?
	The older girls made breakfast.
	Steve tempted fate again, seeing how far he could get getting away.
	Not far.  He made it to the door of the dinning room.
	“Going somewhere?” the Voice asked allowed.
	Steve gulped.  “Shit.” busted.
	“Turn around.” the Voice told Steve.  He was further instructed to grab the edge of the wooden picnic-like tables, legs apart.  His bare ass, bare legs, bare backside was beaten with a belt.
	The noise of the whipping brought the others.
	‘If you do that again,’ warned the Voice, ’I’ll choose one of the young ones next time.’ pause for dramatic effect, ’Got me?’
	Steve nodded and cringed.  He was pissed and pissed at himself that he was unable to fend off the Voice.
	Dana Jane applied lard to the boy’s welts.  Kimmie and Judy continued with breakfast making and serving.

Assholes and Elbows
	The rain looked like it was in for the duration.  The temp had really dropped to something almost chilly.  Dana Jane had gone quiet, she blamed herself for the fiasco they were all in--she shouldn’t have allowed herself to give in; she should have let her father or mother handle it.  They might have (MIGHT) let Liz’beth keep the rabbit, or as a family take it themselves or something.
	Briefly there was an image of her and her father.
	She gulped.  She sweated.  A slight tingling there was between her legs.  Her and her father.  Her father and her.  Her father was an okay sort of man, a business man.  He WAS handsome, to her.  Best friend Kimmie had said he was handsome.  
	The image that had been brief suddenly erupted into a larger more tangent image.  Dana Jane sat on a log bench outside the cabin, the cool air and rain cooled her fevered body--all the while her poon frigged her cunny to some sort of semblance of normalcy.
	A few times she had seen her daddy naked.  Mostly by accident.
	She was his daughter so it was a natch that he had seen her as she grew up thru the years in various stages; he had wiped her bottom (and poon), changed her clothes, bathed her.  He had never molested her, she was she of that.
	She had seen him naked.  With a boner, yet!  But he hadn’t seen her.
	Did she want to have sex with him?
	Her first reaction was a steadfast NO.
	But not a HELL NO.
	When in the midst of all the horrible news stories about sexual deviancy had been about, casually Dana Jane found herself friggin’ her pussy in bed--in the shower, while getting doinked by Steve--all the while thinking of her daddy!
	So, if she and her daddy had had to come up to the mountains to release Gilbert and they were accosted by the Voice--forced to get naked and perform all the sex acts--would it be so bad?
	No.  No it wouldn’t.
	Casually--curiously, she wondered about Steve.  To her, it did seem as if though the boy LIKED what he had done--fondling the girls, licking them out and putting his cock up against them--if not IN.  Was it due to the Voice?  Was it truly Mind Control?  Dana Jane herself had to admit there were a few times she acted on doing things on her own--without the prompt from the mysterious Voice.
	Was it so with Steve?
	If so--what of it?  Should she be pissed off at Steve for molesting Elizabeth, the other girls?  Though Dana Jane didn’t want to admit it--’specially to herself--she HAD sorta kinda enjoyed being naughty.  It was the ULTMATE in being naughty--being FORCED to be naughty!

	Back inside the cabin, the colloquial den of sin, boys Derrick, Teddy, and Carlos were on their knees.	  Steve hovered nearby, his cock being slurped on by Judy and Kimmie while Elizabeth lay on her back beside Denise finger banging themselves.
	The young boys were nervous, and rightly so.  Slowly they went down, faces down on the mussed up clothes, asses up.  Steve semi reluctantly got on HIS knees behind Teddy.
	In his mind--the answer was not clear.  Boy holes--did he like?  Boy dongs--did he like?  Naked young boys--did he like?  The answers were not clear.  A steadfast resounding image of liking only girls remained entrenched, including the admission of liking young girls, too.  But boys?  No.
	‘I’ll give you a choice.’ the invasionary voice said, ‘fuck his asshole, or suck his dick.’
	Some choice!
	Steve gulped.
	He hesitated.
	‘Fuck his asshole, or suck his dick--and balls.’
	Steve sweated.  In his mind there was the thought that if he and the boy were alone--the others not sitting watching, he’d be more inclined.  
	But he wasn’t alone and wasn’t going to be.
	Suck a seven year old cock or fuck a seven year old asshole…
	Steve was in quiet a dilemma.  The Voice helped him out.  
	The girls all stared in awe as Steve went down, taking his tongue to Teddy’s ass crack.  The boy was a little in awe himself.  The naughty shenanigans had taken a new turn…
	Young Teddy grimaced as several inches of rock hard tube steak slid into his virgin shitter.  His mouth was opened in dramatic fashion, eyes bulging.  His penis was stiff, though.
	‘Fuck his asshole or I’ll beat one of the girls!’ the Voice had stated while Steve lingered licking out Teddy’s poop chute and crack.  Steve couldn’t bare to see that happen, not to Dana Jane, Judy, Liz’beth, Kimmie, or Denise.  He’d take the punishment if he could.
	After a good tonguing of the boy’s rectum, followed by an even gooder time of finger fucking the boy’s asshole, Steve introduced the tight sphincter to cock.

	Like a snake devouring its meal, Teddy’s super tight sphincter swallowed Steve’s teen cock--half an inch at a time.  It was slow going but no one was going anywhere.  Steve would pull out and add some spittle to the glory funk hole, then re-insert and keep going until he was full seated into the boy’s backdoor.	
	The full act of butt fucking began as a slow in and out.  Teddy still hadn’t been able to close his mouth or eyes.  The assault to his bum was incredible.  Steve had his hands on the boy’s bum, slowly making “head” way and increasing the tempo of the fuck.
	All eyes were on the two.
	Steve’s balls slapped against his skin as well as Teddy’s.
	Teddy clung to the clothes and floor for dear-dear life until the ordeal was over.  Steve released a terrific load of juice, the force of the cum blast forced his cum squirter out the well fucked lubed hole.  (It was a money shot Leonard would be proud of)

	Half an hour’s rest was allotted for Steve.  Meanwhile, Judy snuggled under Teddy and sucked on his balls while Liz’beth slurped on the boy’s cock.  Denise bobbed on Derrick while Kimmie enjoyed Carlos.
	Half an hour later and with Derrick straddling on Judy’s face, his balls nestled nicely in her mouth, his body down her young body--his hands prying the boy’s ass cheeks apart, Steve reamed him.
	Derrick, like Teddy before him, was not too keen on being reamed.
	It wasn’t so much as it HURT as it was uncomfortable--very uncomfortable.  Neither boy had ever experienced anything so horrendous.  Neither boy had ever taken such a massive shit that would result in a smoldering sphincter.
	For Carlos, the boy laid out on his backside.  Denise squatted on HIS face.  Liz’beth sucked on his Tex-Mex dong.  DJ and Kimmie held the boy’s legs back while shagged out shagging shagmiester Steve shagged the boy’s bum hole.
	Surprisingly, Carlos took being reamed better than the other boys.  It was still an incredible thing to endure.  And when the flood of cum spilled out of the boy’s steaming asshole, Dana Jane and Kimmie had the task of “cleaning” the hole clean.
	Steve rested.

	The ordeal was still not over.
	The group found themselves “controlled”, held firm by the stove.  Dana Jane, though, stood and moved to the pile of clothes.  Then, the group all saw the wavering figure--the Voice.  The wavering form seemed to lay on the calm Dana Jane.  Her lovely teenage legs parted and it was apparent someone (thing) was making love to her.
	Dana didn’t seem to mind too much, she made obligatory sounds of a satisfying fuck, rolled and twisted, arched and undulated her body and succumbed to more than one orgasm.
	Then, the group wasn’t sure--but there did seem to be a second form, not as large as the first.  But they weren’t sure--not for certain.  They DID see Dana Jane’s legs go back, she held them back at the knees.  The secondary figure--if there was one, done her in the ass.
	The large figure then took Kimmie.  She was done doggie-style.

Backroad Banditry II

	Her mind was blank.  Totally.  She stared out into the lifeless desert; she didn’t tremble, she didn’t shake, she barely breathed.  The brief rain did little to soothe her, she gripped the guard rail and endured--it was all that she could do…
	Under the circumstances.
	She was nude.  Behind her was a man--an armed man, a man with a badge and a gun--and a stun gun.  His cock was out of his pants and up against her ass.  His hands went up and down her body, squeezing her breasts, tweaking hard her nipples, fingering her pussy.  
	The man had firstly went over her body with his nightstick, gliding it up between her legs, poking her virgin asshole, then trying to stuff it into her pussy.  She had at first begged and pleaded.  But as the assault continued she stopped.
	Everything had at first seemed to be normal--she had been asked for her license and registration.  The trooper looked like a nice man, she was trying to calm down and be cordial from the recent arguments with her children.  She was a little lost on a back country road skirting the desert and Outskirts and the foothills of the mountains.  She hadn’t realized she had been speeding.
	Then the trooper asked her to step out of the car.
	Kandi Japper didn’t know if that was the norm or not, she didn’t think so, but the handsome trooper seemed congenial enough.  Was her registration up to date, had her license expired?  Just what she needed.  She began to fret as she was led to the front of her car and to the guard rail.	A small flurry of questions were asked of her; correct name, address, that sort.  Kandi was a little nervous, mostly in concern as to what her children were doing.  Suddenly, the trooper stepped up into her “space”, he was still smiling and reeked of some outlandish cologne.  
	Darkness quickly fell upon the quiet desert.  The lights of both cars had been turned off, including the “bubble gum machine” on top of the state hiway patrol car.  Trooper Gayers pressed himself up against the woman’s body, when Kandi Japper fussed and knew something was wrong, she was tasered.
	The jolt was enough to sent her into convulsions.  She pissed herself and that was just fine with the trooper.  While Kandi was still convulsing she was turned about and pressed hard against the unforgiving edging of the galvanized guard rail, then her hands were cuffed to it!
	Once more she was stunned, basically to get the point across.
	Then the nightstick came into play, going up between her legs, poking and rubbing inasmuch as the trooper’s hands had done.  Kandi’s mind began to blank out, moreso when the trooper began undressing her…

	Trooper Kotch tapped on the window,
	“Would you step out of the vehicle, please?” he smiled to the young man in the front passenger seat.
	Nervously the fourteen year old released his seatbelt and eased out of the car.  He tried to see where his mother was, but all the lights were out and there were clouds in the sky disallowing natural lighting.  He could see two forms up from the family car.
	“This way, please.” spoke the trooper.
	Nervously the teenager stepped to the back of the car, the trooper asked if he had any ID.  Nervously the boy answered, “About what?”
	Any other time it would have been amusing.  Despite the lack of sufficient lighting, the boy could see the stone stoic face of the trooper.  Kale Japper realized what had transpired.  He reached into his back pocket for his wallet.
	The wallet contained some pictures of some righteous “bitches”, some condoms, his SS card, five dollars, a special stamp his deadbeat father had given him, and his school ID.
	The trooper looked over the ID, shone the bright flashlight into the boy’s eyes--then guided him over to the guard rail.  To of the corner of his eye, Kale thought he saw a form get out of the patrol car.  Looking to his left he thought he saw a form at the rail bend over.  But he wasn’t sure.
	He WAS sure that he was being handcuffed.
	“Hey!” he exclaimed, “What the fuck gives!?”
	The trooper didn’t answer but quickly “attached” the boy to the rail.
	“Don’t move, don’t fuss, don’t piss me off.” the man said.
	Kale Japper did all those things.  He screamed out, wrestled in his handcuffs, and tried to kick/lash out at the trooper.
	This only pissed the trooper off, as he had proclaimed.
	Kale pissed his pants as a stun gun was pressed to his backside, then a nightstick was whacked to the back of his knees and then backside.
	“I warned you, dumbass!” spoke gruffly the trooper.  
	Suddenly Kale found his pants were being undone.
	“What the fuck?” he blurted.  He was stunned again, pissed himself again, and was whacked HARDER to the back of the knees.  Kale could utter no more utterances as he was in too much pain to do so.
	The trooper yanked the boys pants and underwear down.
	A nightstick went up and down the boy’s crack, a bare hand other than his (Kale’s) own fondled his penis (and balls.)  the nightstick tried to invade his virgin rim.  Kale was mystified, this was insane!  Insane!
	“You’re going to do what you’re told to do, or suffer while doing it!” sneered Trooper Kotch.  “Don’t piss me off (again) or maybe you should think about your family.” meaning the young ones still in the car.
	Kale felt ill, he couldn’t scream out, though, his pains rivering through his body prevented it.  His wrists were being cut up by the tight fitting handcuffs, the edge of the guard rail wasn’t too kind to his bare hands, either.
	Trooper Kotch stepped up to Kale, pressed his body against the young teen and seriously began fondling the lad’s wares.  Kale stared out into the bleak desert in stunned awe.

	Kali, Kristy, and Kiki sat in turmoil in the backseat of the family car, freaking out, crying, confused, with young four year old Kiki peeing herself.  The girls whirled about trying to see what was happening to their dear mother as well as their brother.  When their brother screamed out suddenly the girls were in a high panic.
	All of a sudden there was a man at the driver’s door, opening the door and opening the secondary doors via the power door locks.  Opening the secondary door the trooper squatted on his knees and looked over the frightened children.
	“Everything’s alright,” he cooed, “no need to--”
	“We heard our brother--” cried out the middle sister.
	“What’s going on?” asked a sobbing confused Kali.
	“Where’s our mother?” asked the middle child.
	The trooper smiling reached in for Kali, “Come on, I’ll take you to her.”
	With great apprehension Kali accepted.
	“Now, you two stay put, I’ll be right back.”
	Kali slid out of the middle seat, she looked back to her siblings…

	Kale lay over the guard rail, the metal of the rail cutting into his bare belly.  Sweat poured off of him, stinging his eyes.  A dull ringing pierced his ears, his heart beat hard, the gravel of the road bit into his bare knees.
	Blood trickled down his thighs.  He had been sodomized.  Brutally.  Roughly.  First with the nightstick and then with the trooper’s dick.  Kale had briefly always been curious about “butt fucking.”  what was it “really” like?  Now he knew.  Sort of.
	His thoughts were jumbled and made no sense.  He could barely breathe.  The nightstick had jammed its way DEEP into his hole, then was twisted and jammed in and out unmercifully--first the smooth bulbous end and then the ribbed/ridged end.  The trooper, too, masturbated him--hard.
	Just when he was about to cum, the trooper stopped.
	Moments later and the trooper was sodomizing the proper way.
	All Kale could do was endure.
	What of his mother?  He thought of his mother.
	Then his sisters!
	He gulped and fretted and then vomited.
	The trooper plunged his wicked cock DEEP into Kale’s virgin rim and fucked him for several minutes, spanking him and smacking him with the nightstick.
	At length the man in his ass came.  There was the typical jutting and straining Kale was familiar with when jerking off, or when a couple had normal sex.  The man’s hands roamed all over his ass, backside, and back to his cock.  Kale wasn’t sure if he had cum or not, the man fondled his cock and balls and pulled his own cock out of his burning hole.

	Kali didn’t understand at all what was happening, but she knew it wasn’t good--or proper.  The Trooper pushed her up against the car, making her lay down against the hood.  The hood was a little warm as that was where the engine was.  But the rains had kept it from being scorching--although little did she know that the trooper behind her wouldn’t care…
	Her hands were pulled behind her back and before she knew it--she was handcuffed.  “Hey!  What’s going on!?” she whimpered in a childish voice.  The trooper didn’t reply but was suddenly “fondling” her.  She knew the difference.  At first she thought he was searching for something in her pockets--but then--the “search” took on a different aire about it and then--then the man’s hands and yea his fingers were DIGGING in between her legs!
	Kali struggled but then was smacked HARD on the ass.
	“Settle Missy, this’ll go a lot better for you if you do.”
	Kali, though, had no intention of “settling down.”  she fought back.
	That is, until she was “zapped” by the personal defense stun gun weapon.  Kali was mesmerized with pain and anguish and stupefied.  The man’s hands came up her sides and then began fondling earnestly her young budding breasts.  She was twelve and had never had her breasts fondled by anyone (other than herself).
	Kali began to cry, she stamped her feet and wriggled--but all it got her was a bruised knee against the hard bumper of the car and a serious ass smack from the highway patrolman.

*

	The big man lumbered up and kicked at the woman’s feet. 
	“This one dead yet?” he asked.
	“Naw,” replied the younger more slenderly built man, “she’s got some life in her yet, have a go.” the taller skinny man stepped out of the way as the bigger man stepped in.  Out of his green uniform trousers came his massive trouser snake.  He humped it a bit before pressing it to the skin of the tortured woman.
	The woman suddenly let loose with her unbinded legs, trying to lash out and ankle him in the groin.  She flailed madly about and the troopers behind her chuckled.
	The younger trooper head to the car where a fellow trooper was deep in the midst of narly extreme naughty shenanigans--a twelve year old girl was on the hood of the family car, her clothes torn and disarray, her pants and panties at her ankles, her own hands though cuffed pulling her cheeks apart while she was doinked in the ass.
	Gayers stepped up to his naked friend pumping the pre-teen, 
	“Tight?”
	“Damn straight she is!” chortled the fellow trooper.
	A moment went by as the man roughly sodomized the young girl.
	“Two more in the car.” said Kotch.
	Gayers nodded, “Yeah, I know.” then, “Hey, I was thinking--”
	“Yeah, ‘bout what?”
	“Wonder if this bitch here has sucked her brother?”
	Kotch chuckled and leaned down, hands on the girl’s waist, sneaking down to her lightly furry fur burger, “Hey baby doll, have you ever sucked on your brother’s pole?”
	The girl retched and gagged.  The pain in her ass was nothing in comparison to the thought of sucking cock--especially a brother’s cock!
	“He-he,” he chuckled and pulled out of the girl’s bloodied asshole, “No fucking time like the present!” and virtually by the hair the girl was pulled along the ground to her near naked brother.
	The young girls in the girl were in total freak out.
	Gayers threw open the door, “Settle the fuck down!” he yelled.  Then motioned for the girls to get in the floorboard “and shut the fuck up!” of which the girls complied.  They were fretful, crying, sobbing, and peeing themselves--but otherwise quiet.
	Kale retched and felt very ill as his sister Kali was brought to him and deposited on the ground.  Her knees were all scratched up, her clothes torn up, and he knew she had been raped.  (not yet, just fucked horribly in the ass)
	“Suck him.” said the man who had fucked HIM in the ass.
	“Say, Sweetie,” have you EVER wanted to suck his dick?” sniggered the second trooper stepping up.  The man toyed with his cock as he looked over the distraught girl’s body.
	“FUCK YOU!” she screamed out.
	The two men got a riotous laugh out of her outburst, the boy kicked out foolishly and was wrestled with--the guard rail cut him at his side and the stun gun--pressed to his very vulnerable balls.

	The Sarge made full anal entry into the woman.  He could hear a ruckus going on behind the car.  He griped the woman’s hips and fully inserted the entire 8-inches of his manhood.  Kandi no longer felt any pain, she felt nothing.  She had gone over the threshold of tolerance.
	In her pussy the man’s nightstick was shoved, the ribbed end--all the while his massive fuck stick rammed her asshole ruthlessly.  His hands traveled up and down her body--she trembled and shuddered, she was delirious with confusion and horror.

	Kale stared blankly to his sister.  Somehow she had engulfed his cock, her whole mouth had take his whole member.  She made lots of faces, retched, and he thought surely she was going to throw up on him.  Behind him one of the troopers stood, he was naked and had a hard-on.  Kale knew, he just knew, that his mother had probably been raped--and it was probably in the cards that Kali despite not even a teenager yet was going to be rapped.
	And there was shit that he could do about it.  
	Kale had been unhandcuffed, but threatened just the same--
	“You do something--anything,” warned one of the two nude troopers, “and you’ll be sorry.” pause for dramatic effect, “you got two more sisters in the car…” the man speaking let that sink in.  Kale nodded, he seethed with anger, but he would do whatever to protect his siblings.
	Everything except get a boner.  
	“Why aint you hard, boy?” quizzed one of the men.  The man put his hand up between Kale’s legs from behind, squeezing the boy’s balls. “You fucking better get a stiffy…” the man seethed.  The man then stuffed the boy’s fresh fucked aching asshole with something hard.  It wasn’t the man’s cock, it was too stiff--something like the nightstick or flashlight.
	Slowly, Kale struggled to get stiff.  He tried blocking out the fact that he was pumping into his sister’s mouth.  The man behind him continued sodomizing him with some foreign object.  Kali gulped and retched, but found herself fingering her pussy as well as tweaking her young nipples!

	“Hey, hey Sarge?”
	“Hey what?”
	“Gavin says come join the party.”
	The Sarge gave a mighty thrust into the woman, strained hard to the max as his cock unloaded.  Then pulled out.  The man breathed hard and flogged his organ, smacking it against the distraught woman’s ass.
	“Whatsa going on over there?” the Sarge asked.
	“Gavin’s got the girl sucking off her bro!” giggled Kotch.
	“Where’s the others?”
	“Still in the car.”
	The Sarge rolled his shoulders, spat out a wad of chew he had been chewing, farted, and then began to shower the back of the woman’s backside with his piss.  “Bring her.” he said as he stepped away.

	All the strength left him.  He had cum before, but never in a mouth, never a girl’s mouth, and never in his sister’s mouth.  He didn’t know how much he was ejaculating, but it seemed like a lot.  The “item” that had been up his ass had been removed.
	To his knees Kale was pushed, then face a new dilemma--the trooper who had been commanding him faced him, HIS cock was hard, and dripping.  In his hand, too, he held a gun.
	“I’ll give you a choice, bitch--” sneered the man, “suck my cock, or this.” he wavered the weapon and pressed it up against the boy’s face.  Kale shook his head, neither choice was good.  It was then the boy made a possible startling realization--the “weapon” had a familiar odor to it, a funky “shitty” odor.  Oh My God! The boy realized that the hard unforgiving item that had been in his asshole was the trooper’s side arm!
	 Kale wanted to pass out.  He felt as if he could.  He vomited instead.
	She was numb.  Pure and simple.  She looked like death-warmed-over.  She was as if she were anesthetized as she was brought nakedly behind her car.  There wasn’t much light but what light there was she could see her son, standing naked with cum dripping from his fourteen year old cock.  
	Cum, too, dripped off the chin of her twelve year old daughter.
	Kali was told to “lay down.” and she did.
	A flashlight was shone upon her fine young body, focusing on her titties, heaving stomach, and lovely-simply fucking lovely pussy.  It was slightly furry and a very lovely snatch.  
	“You’ve fucked that pussy before, boy?” seethed asking Trooper Gayers.
	Kale wasn’t answering.
	Not until the cold prongs of the taser touched his bare naked sweaty cum laden testicles.  “I press the button and you can kiss off your balls!”
	The boy nervously then nodded his head--he HAD fucked his sister’s cunt. 
	He hadn’t, though, fucked her asshole.  Nor her mouth.  Straight Missionary fucking, as recently as the previous weekend IN the family car.  They usually did it in the garage or out in the backyard after midnight.
	What about Kristy and Kiki?  Kristy was nine, Kiki four.
	Nothing with Kiki, but a little with Kristy.
	Like what?
	A little fingering, some rubbing, and tonguing.
	Kale and sister Kristy were into Oral sex, Kristy didn’t fully “go down” on her brother, just licked/kissed on the head.  Mostly she watched him masturbate.  He never had “cum” before, though.  She watched him pee, too.  Kale was more naughty with Kristy than with Kali.  He was NOT naughty with youngest sister, Kiki, she was four and too young.
	All had seen one another naked.  Mostly in their underwear.  Kali occasionally masturbated for Kale, she was teaching Kali.  Kiki had gotten the older sis in trouble by squealing to their mother about the masturbation.
	The admission from both Kale and Kali was heard by the mother.  Whether or not she actually took the information into her mind and processed it or not was not clear.  She watched dully as Kale went down on his sister and munched on her pussy.
	The Sarge leaned against the back bumper of the family car, arms folded, cum dripping from his monstrous schlong.  He smiled and nodded his head.
	Somewhere out in the desert a coyote howled.  Further away another answered.  Lightning flashed in the nearby Gold Mountain, thunder rolled seconds later.  The air cooled, the clouds parted, a partial moon shone its light onto Kale’s nude body as he engaged sexually with his twelve year old sister.
	Kristy sorta kinda seemed to be in the groove of the act.  Was she aware that her distraught mother was standing there close watching?  Kale knew, he looked up to the nude woman--he paused while doinking his sister and was smacked on the backside with a nightstick as a result.
	“I didn’t tell your sorry ass to stop!” yelled one of the troopers.
	Kale tried in vain to ignore the pain(s), he looked down to his sibling and continued doinking her.
	“And your sorry as had better cum, too; if’in ye fucking know’s what good fer ya!” blurted the Sarge.
	His fellow underlings giggled sinisterly…

**

	“You think they’ll kill ‘em off, too?”
	“Fuck, Dude, I don’t know.”
	“I-I think we should probably do something.”
	Skyler sighed, “Yeah, probably.”
	A long pause.
	“Well?”
	“Dude, think about it,” Skyler ducked down and quieted himself, “these fuckers have GUNS.  They’ve already offed those college girls, who the fuck knows who else they’ve done.  I don’t fucking plan on being on their next.”
	“Yeah, but--but fuck, man--little kids!”
	Jake had a point.  Skyler scooted along a little more on his belly to the culvert.  He and Jake were “invisible”, to use another “ability” would mean turning off one Contraption to turn on another--which meant that they would no longer be “invisible.”  AND, there would be a few minutes or so before an ability of one of the other Contraptions could be used.
	The boys lay still and quiet.
	The terror of the family on the backcountry highway continued.