August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 30
Requiem of Wicked Things

Requiem for a Bad Man
	There’s being crude, rude, and lewd.  And then there’s being all three at the same time!  No morals, no hang-ups, no concerns.  ‘to thine ownself be true’ some great philosopher or some such had once said.  Cole Unger was all about that--he KNEW he was crude, he rallied in being rude, and was all about being lewd!
	On a bed in a back room of the trailer Cole made small circles on the bare ass of four year old Kristy.  The child was asleep, deeply asleep.  Cole was naked, too.  One hand rubbing on the rescued girl’s bum, the other humping his manly manhood.
	Jake thought it a bit crude.  Rude.  And definitely lewd.  
	Then there was Skyler.
	In the living room Skyler had Kiki on his lap.  She was naked.  They ALL were naked.  Kale was zonked out deep into La La Land, as was Kali.  Kiki had been raped (and sodomized) by the troopers; brother Kale, too,  had already had sexual relations with her previously before the trooper incident.
	Jake shook his head as he stepped up to his pal.  Skyler slowly entered the young girl, hands clamped tightly onto her young ass.
	“Go up her ass, man.” Skyler said to Jake.
	Jake DID have a boner going.  He just didn’t really feel right about it.  Hmmmm, a case of guilts?  If it hadn’t of been the way the kids had been mistreated at the hands of the troopers--he’d probably feel differently about it.  He stroked himself and watched.
	Kiki was asleep, worn out from her ordeal as well as doped with a sleeping aid Cole had given them when they had arrived in the middle of the night.  It was a new day, a new adventure.  Jake eased to his knees, stifled a yawn and placed his tongue to the girl’s pert stretched out asshole.  He also took a few licks and sucks to his friend’s hairy balls.
	Skyler was most of the way into the girl’s poon.  Jake positioned himself and poked into the girl’s backdoor.  From down the hall Jake (and Skyler) could hear the bed springs.  Cole was getting it on.  With the four year old?  Surely not.  There, too, in that room was two other girls brought up from the Dungeon.  
	Jake didn’t care, he went into Kiki’s nine year old hole and pumped to his thrill.  Skyler did, too.

	Outside the day was already warming up, it was only eight o’clock.  The air scented with sage and pig shit drifting across from a nearby small farm.  Briefly Skyler thought of the pig farm(s) he and Jake had just been to.  Some of that adventure had been good.  Some.
	Jake came up behind him and gouged him in the side.
	Skyler looked to the direction Jake was indicating not so subtly.
	Packard Ghash’s place.
	There was no trees and low laying vegetation from Cole’s to Packard’s.  Two hundred yards of it.  Some clouds were still lingering about at the ridge of the Slopes, there was a stiff breeze--blowing hot wind.  
	Subject Packard had fired up his truck again.  Again.
	As he pulled out of his place Jake once more gouged his pal,
	“Well, shall we?”
	Skyler shook his head, they had just come off of a hellacious adventure, he wasn’t ready for another.  Packard’s truck turned onto the dirt road main heading down the slope of the Slope.  Skyler watched as the truck rattled by.
	“Where you think he’s going?”
	Jake shrugged and gave his friend “that look.”
	Skyler rolled his eyes.
	“Come on.” he drolled.

*

Some things never change
	It was back to the pawn shop in town.  There were some “opportunities” in the area where the boys had parked watching Packard.  They were passed on.  Which was astoundingly phenomenal for the team of Skyler and Jake.  Astounding!
	Packard exited the pawn shop with an object in hand.  The video camera he had pawned days earlier!  The boys looked to one another, ‘what gives with that guy?’	
	They didn’t have an answer, they had missed a couple of days watching their Subject and didn’t know what he had been up to.  The boys resolved not to be led astray again.  Well, …
	It was back to the park.
	It was back to spying--although the change was the sneaky Packard was using the hocked-unhocked video camera.  Present in the clearing was the ultra naughty Brianne Smolt, again.  The thirteen year old was in company of her little step-sister, Jessica.  The happy as a lark six year old was already in her kiddie panties.  Equally happy was eight year old Asher.
	They weren’t alone--another teenage was along, with another little boy.  Hmmmm  The little boy was down to his underwear, helped out of his clothes by the new girl.  She was Chinese, the boy wasn’t, he was black.
	Brianne lowered Jessica’s panties and the child was nude.  Asher and Tommie eyed her, giggling, getting stiffies.  The new girl, Mya, fondled the pecker of the black boy, rubbed his ass and then rubbed Jessica’s ass.
	What was said wasn’t heard--not by those in hiding viewing.  But apparently Jessica was being coerced (sorta) to suck on Tommie’s wang.  The little happy butterfly chasing blond haired girl did so, stooping over and partaking of the black stick.  Mya continued to rub on the child’s ass, fingering the hole.
	Brianne brought Asher around, guiding his little prick into Jessica’s asshole.  Both teen girls rubbed on the boys’ asses and were delighted.  Both the young boys were especially.
	After the trio of young peoples got going on their own, two teen girls undressed…
	Brianne and Mya locked lips, hands pawing over one another, fingering each other out and then laying down for a good pussy hump.  It was incredible.  Very.  Mya scissored herself against Brianne and the two had themselves a pussy hump fest.  Skyler and Jake never girls could do that, or did.
	The boys, Skyler and Jake, had moved to a new position so as to keep track of their primary Subject, Packard Ghash.  He was indeed filming the scene of interest.  What was his purpose; for his own personal gain, own personal use?  
	At length Brianne and Mya ceased one naughty operation and entered into another--Brianne brought her lovely naked little step-sibling to her, planting settling her down on her (Brianne’s) face.  Then she was positioned to lay down while Mya guided Asher over behind, guiding his dinky into Jessica’s poon.  As he pumped, Brieanne underneath sucked on the boy’s bare nuggets!
	Mya herself took on Tommie.

	That was Day One.  The kids there in the thicket clearing (I know, an oxymoron--a small clearing in the thicket of the back end of the park) fooled around for a little while longer, doing almost every conceivable position they could think of.  Then, they cleaned up, dressed, and left.
	Packard jerked off.
	The team of Skyler/Jake did likewise.
	When sufficiently recovered, the three went their separate ways and returned home--stopping at a diner for a bite to eat.  Ghash stopped at a porno store.  He was within for half an hour.  He came out empty handed…
	Ghash didn’t look happy, pissed off.  He slammed his truck door and sat there running his hands through his thick black mop.  He seemed to be seething.  The boys waited.  And waited.  And then waited some more.
	At length Ghash fired up his old truck and sped off.
	When it was seen he was making back for home, Skyler made for Breeze’s.

	Breezy hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Forrest and was worried about him.  She asked the boys to go look.  They did.  They saw no “hide nor hair” of him, either.  They searched all the day throughout the desert town and called it off when it got dark.  They guessed he might have gone into the mountains, and although Itchee Mountains was a spooky place to dwell in as well as prowl about, it was supposed he might have been drawn there for some reason.
	The boys planned on checking it out come a new day.

Cum the new day…
	“He may have gone back to the woods.” said Jake to Breezy.
	“Or up into the mountains.” said Skyler.  Jake gouged him in the side.
	Breezy brooded and sighed.  She was worried about him.  The boys were so-so.  Forrest was a grown dude, he was an “adventurer”, how much trouble could he get into?
	Breezy went on to another.
	“Dude!  You dumb-ass!  Now you got her all upset!”
	“Bite me!” bitched back Skyler.
	Jake had hoped Breezy would have been in a good mood--enough to get freaky with them.  Oh well.  The boys helped themselves to the refrigerator and chilled for a couple of hours.

	Thereafter it was “back to the park”.
	Unfortunately it was dead--no one of interest nor the Subjects.
	The boys headed back to Breezy’s.
	Forrest’s kids were still with Breezy, still “effected” by his mind warping them.  Breezy’s kids were still there, as well.  All was well.  Forrest’s kids--acquired from that interstate eatery awhile back, missed Forrest.  Everyone missed Forrest.
	It kinda put a damper on things, such things as was the things to be naughty things.  Which sucked.  Skyler took the time to take his Contraptions three for an overhaul.  This would take awhile.  Jake lounged in the living room where one of Forrest’s kids came to sit by him.  Jake was nude.  He had just showered, dried off, and didn’t bother dressing.  The little girl of Forrest’s, Aimee, was clad in her panties and a camisole.
	She was a sweet little bugger, a lovely girl with budding breasts, an incredibly sweet smile, dazzling blue eyes, a sweet face, light brown hair, and quite the little charmer.  When Forrest had been present--at least in the house of Breezy’s, Jake had sunk his bone into Aimee’s twat.  Skyler had boffed her in the ass and both had gotten a decent blowjob from her.
	But she was bugged, bother by the long absence of Forrest.
	So Jake held back his lust--but he was hard pressed about it.

Its all about the contraptions
	“Ta-da!” 
	Jake looked at it.  ’And?’
	Skyler presented yet another contraption, the fourth in the series.
	Jake wasn’t too impressed.  “So, uh, what does THIS one do?”
	“Well, it kinda blends in what the others do, er, did.”
	Jake raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t that what the third one was supposed to do?”  
	“Yeah, sorta.” Skyler shrugged.  “It’s not an exact science.”	
	‘No shit.’
	The new Contraption was a little smaller, more compact, kind of shaped like a computer ‘mouse’.  the front end was flattened out.  A wheel and three buttons directed the Contraption.  Skyler wore a special pair of glasses that had a HeadsUpDisplay within.  
	“Well,” Jake said hoping to lighten up his suddenly glum chum, “let’s go try it out!”
	That helped.
	Okay, a minor sidetrack (again.)

She sells seashells by the seashore
	Well, not really--they were an awfully long ways from the seashore.  But three adorable young ladies were trying for extra money by hocking seashells they HAD gotten from a recent visit to the seashore with their parents for their summer vacation.
	Ashley, Shanna, Sadie.  Three gorgeous young girls vying to be entrepreneurs--by selling seashells.  The seashells had been affixed to driftwood with googly eyes attached to the shells.  Some dried flowers adorned the driftwood, too.  The prices were right just a couple to three dollars each.  Each girl had a shoebox full of potential CDs,  clothes, treats, and movie money.
	Their luck, though, was hampered by unfriendly competition--i.e. the grocery store and other assorted mini-mall stores the girls chose to hock their wares.  They were run out and discouraged from selling on the premises.
	Not put off by the rudeness the girls plied their hopes of a big sell out in the parking lot.  Not much success there, but they tried.  At length they moved to the one side of the large parking lot to the Tasty Freeze.  They had just enough money for three milk shakes.
	“Hi there!” greeted a middle aged teen stepping up to the girls’ picnic table outside the small eatery.  The girls gave the intruder a slight wary look.  But the teen was kinda cute, dark wavy hair, fresh face, really tan, and smiling.  Couldn’t be no danger there, huh?
	“Uhm, I saw you were selling some stuff?” he said with dazzling dark eyes.  The girls lightened up and quickly opened their boxes.
	Ashley Kateman was a cutey, despite wearing glasses.  She was ten, dark brown hair in twin shoulder length pig tails.  Her color was blue, blue hair ribbons, blue watch band, and a paisley blue blouse.  A black knit skirt she wore, too, black boots without socks.  Way cute and dainty.  
	Her smile was lovely--it gave her the aire of being both shy but normal, too.  Curious to a point, naïve to all other points.  Dainty little blue sapphire earrings, blue fingernail polish.  The boy looking over her (and her seashell collection, curiously wondered if she, too, had blue panties.
	The girl on the other end looked pretty good, too.  A blond haired girl, black and white stripped short zippered top, not so tight short legged jeans, bare arms.  Green earrings, no watch.  Straight perfect teeth, almost reddish rather than blondish.  Lovely skin, a lovely girl!  Her name was Sadie.
	The middle child was the shorter of the three, but not by much.  She had long flaming red hair, extreme blue eyes.  She was the tomboy of the three, she wore a simple short sleeved shirt with a camisole underneath.  Slouched shoulders, short legged jeans with ankle length socks.  No earrings, no fingernail polish.  She was Shanna Holmes.
	Other folk began assembling at the little so-so popular eatery, boisterous folk who were in part religious folk.  “Time to boogy.” spoke up the potential buyer.  The girls saw his disdain at the religious intruders, 
	“Hey, if you want to go with me over to my truck we can continue our business transaction.”
	The girls didn’t give it a second thought or look or thought.  They followed.

	Once at the truck it was discovered that it was HOT out in the open.
	“Uhm, let’s go somewhere cooler.” suggested the teen.  Again, the girls had a case of the dumbass and hoped into the black SUV and enjoyed the ride.  The teen driver had cool music, a/c, and seemed friendly enough.
	At the nearby park the driver drove to the back area of the park where it was mostly secluded.  The SUV was driven down a rough very narrow road to some HUGE boulders and lots of trees with bushes all around.
	The moon roof was opened, the doors opened, and the girls proceeded to hock their wares.
	‘Do you fart?’
	Shanna--’Yes.’  Sadie--’Yes.’  Ashley--’Yes.’
	‘Do you finger yourself?’
	Shanna--’Yes.’  Sadie--’Sometimes.’  Ashley--’No.’
	‘Ever been molested?’
	Shanna--’No.’  Sadie--’No.’  Ashley--’No.’
	Nor did they want to.
	Sex was not a big thing with them and only Sadie had a mild idea what it was anyways.  All three girls had a mild interest in boys.  None had ever seen their dad naked.  Ashely had an older brother, Shanna a little brother, naturally they had seen the boys nude.  No biggie.
	The girls HAD heard of the naughty stuff on the news, the nationwide sexual deviancy epidemic.  But they weren’t effected by it or paid much attention.  They had been schooled in the ways of “protecting” themselves in such sordid events should befall them; they were not supposed to be alone, they were supposed to be wearing emergency whistles and carrying mace and/or pepper spray.
	They did none of the precautions--but DID jump into a vehicle with a guy they didn’t know!  KIDS!

	In the middle seat Ashley sat, alongside Shanna.  Sadie sat in the front passenger seat.  One minute the girls were all giddy with a potentiality of seeing high dollars from the kind hearted teen driver.
	One minute the girls were all giddy and happy and uncaring, the next they were stunned and oblivious to all things going on about them.  There were a couple of ways to deal with the stunned girls--to make them aware of what was happening--or not.
	The teen driver nodded to his unseen friend, ‘We’ll go with Not.’  make it simple and easy.  The unseen friend was easy, he quickly made the trio of seashell hocking girls “oblivious” to all things, then rendered himself visible.
	The teen driver checked around for security, then shucked his clothes.  His teen cock was stiff as a board and hard as a rail.  His companion in the rear of the SUV was already nude.
	“Now,” said Jake the teen driver, “what the fuck else can this new gadget of your do?”
	Jake, the unseen-seen friend smiled and did his magic with Contraption IV.  Ashley slid herself forward, ass to the edge of the tan cloth seat.  She smelled of flowers, a type of perfume she was wearing.  And she indeed was heavy into “blue” as indeed, matching her blue paisley top she wore blue paisley panties, regular style for young girls.  Nice.  Real nice.
	Her knees went up, feet on the edge, legs open for viewing.
	Jake reached out to from between the front seats and smoothed his fingers up and down her pussy, pulling the panty to one side to good a nice looksee at the snatch hidden behind.  Nice.  Real nice.  He humped his cock with his other hand…
	“Not bad, Dude, not bad at all!” grinned Jake.
	Skyler grinned back.  And so far, no side effects--but time would tell.

	His hand went up and down the girl’s legs, her feet planted to the headboard of the truck’s liner.  Nice blue panties, tight and snug fitting.  Her hole was clean and not yet stained for the ten years of pooping.  Soft smooth skin, a lovely-lovely snatch that was unfucked.  She was a virgin!  A few light brown hairs of pubes were coming in.  Lovely!
	The blue paisley panties were worked up to her knees.  Jake was in a hard way, a hard horny way.  Briefly in his mind the horrible scene of the troopers having their way with the Japper family kids.  Was what he and Skyler doing any better?  The kids at Coles, those in the dungeon?  It was a fleet thought and Jake quickly replaced it with sinking his cock into the virgin girl’s pussy.

	Even though breaking a girl’s cunny for the first was usually a traumatic and painful experience--especially for a ten year old, young Donovan took it well without much of a response.  (she’d be sore as hell later on, though.)
	Jake didn’t “tear her up” but gently slid his cunt hungry cock into the girl’s virgin quim.  Skyler still in the back of the truck pulled the girl’s blouse off.  A blue cotton cami was underneath, the girl was just beginning to “sprout.”
	Jake made curious ooooh and ahhhhs as he entered the girl, he did so love fucking--and a young girl like Ashley was just the thing.  He didn’t slam himself all the way to the base of his dick, but close counts.  He pulled out and used her own panties to clean off his dick and balls, then wiped down her pussy with some moist towelettes.   It was then he noticed the broken hymen had also soiled the cloth seats.
	“Shit!” he bitched.
	“Oh shit!” cried out Skyler.
	“Forrest is gonna have our balls!”  
	Quickly the boys wiped up the blood spill, but it had already set in, and blood was one of the worst stains in fabric there was.  There was nothing in the truck that would get the stain out--and there were two more pussies to break in!
	First, though--Ashley.
	With a lot of good effort--and that dire determination thing, Jake seated his teenage cock all the way in.  There was a bit more “reaction” in the young girl’s face at this occurrence.  Her eyes bulged, mouth gaped open, body shuddered and shook--but she survived--her pussy survived, and Jake fucked.
	A few minutes of earnest humping and his cock finally unleashed a torrent of hot juicy cum--DEEP into the girl’s innocent cunny.  Jake strained himself as his cock ejaculated.  He practically smothered the child as he made her.  A flurry slew of cussings did the teen utter as he pumped his all, then pulled out.
	There was a bit more blood to clean up.  The stain was getting worse.

	“That asshole’s gonna be tight, too.” giggled Jake as he patted the nude girl’s ass as she was drawn over the middle seat to be with Skyler in the back.  Skyler smiled and settled the girl down, looking her over with glee or as some yummy desert.  He then settled on her face, farted, and placed his hairy balls into her mouth.  His cock down on her chin and chest, he began to hump her with her legs locked by behind his.
	Jake fiddled with Shanna nextly.  Skyler helped with the removal of the girl’s top and undershirt.  Her breasts were budding but smaller than Ashley’s!  no biggie, she was just ten years young.  Both Jake and Skyler fondled the girl’s breasts, Skyler ripped another butt blast onto Ashley’s face.  She was unaware and Skyler began to wonder if he should let her know.
	“It’d be funner!” Skyler chortled.
	Jake agreed and it was done.
	The girl, though, was rendered incapable of thrashing or moving about, flailing her arms and legs or being any kind of hysterical.  All she could know was that she was in a bad--very bad situation; someone’s balls were in her mouth, someone’s cock riding her face.  She was greatly alarmed and horrified--but found there was shit she could do about it.
	Jake pulled Shanna’s short legged jeans down--slowly.
	“Ole Cole would love this one.” smirked Skyler.
	“Shit, that fucking perv would love them all!”
	Skyler grinned and watched buddy Jake go down on the girl, eating her pussy out thru her pink panties.  Pink undies with black trim, hip huggers.  There was a little pee stain and a slight “skid mark”.  Her pussy was musty but virgin.  Jake noshed, licked and sucked on the hairless poon, a few small red cunt hairs were just coming in.
	“Hole her legs.” Jake said to Skyler.
	Skyler complied, pulling Shanna’s legs back re-positioning the youngster.  Jake then angled his cock not for her lovely tight snug fitting snatch, but her equally tight sphincter.
	His cock was already pre-lubed, working his finger into the girl’s rectum, adding a bit of his pre-cum, he easily made entry therein.  Well, not “easily” per se, she was tight and damn snug.  Jake liked.
	Shanna, like Ashley, made faces, grunted, and pretty eyes of blue blazed wide.  Jake’s dick was already pretty well worn, it needed a month off of any shenanigans.  But that wasn’t likely to happen.
	The girl was almost crying as Jake slid his six incher into her.
	Skyler was shooting loads of spunk matter onto Ashley’s chest and down her stomach.  Slowly he pulled his balls out of her mouth, settling his ass down onto her face.
	‘Lick my hole.’ he told her--without letting friend Jake know.
	Timidly the frightened highly confused girl began licking the dirt chute right there in her face.  She tried to scream, tried to cry out but was too frightened to do anything but lick the poop chute.
	Jake steady on ass fucked Shanna until he filled her hole with his liquid love cream.  The girl stared him then peed on him.  Jake humped until his cock could take no more--but there was one more girl to be done!  His cock was a little “dirty” from the girl’s dirt chute.  Using her own panties he wiped off his cock, then laid his swollen soft member against the girl’s pussy.  Now mixed with the blood stain on the cloth seat, pee!
	“Forrest is gonna have our balls!”

*

Can’t See Forrest for the Forest!
	All that itching and scratching became a problem.  The only so-so aid was the cool water--but even after a while that began NOT to work so well.  Another cure had to be found--and soon.
	Gathering the kiddies the group struck off on the second morning.  They were tired, itchy, and hungry.  The water was good but Forrest noted the lack of any fishes.  There was not even any plant life of any kind in the chilly water.  Probably too damn cold!
	Forrest searched the ground for possible aid to their itchy plight.  There was no use in wearing clothes--their clothes had indeed dried, but were infested with whatever had caused them to itch and their bodies already itched and the scrubbing of the clothes just didn’t help.
	Mildly in between scratchings the boys took strong notes of the girls’ nudity.  Jamie was a cutey at twelve years young, not quite developed topside, nice ass, though.  She had an adorable sweet smile, missing both incisors.  Her babyish shy face was incredible.
	Holly was twelve, too.  A blond haired girl who wore two long twin braids.  A shy girl, kinda naïve and not so wise about worldly things.  She had been sheltered somewhat in her early life and only recently came out.  Holly had tits.  Her breasts were developing along nicely, but still small and just a mere handful.  Which was okay with Forrest…
	Annie was not yet twelve, not for five more months.  She was cute, though, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and deliciously sweet all over.  Her breasts were budding and she had a lovely light coverage of poon pie fur concealing her poontang.
	Mostly the girls shielded when they could their most regarded holy of holy--their pussy.  Their breasts they didn’t bother with too much, but still regarded those as secondary to sort of keep from eyesight of the naked boys they traveled with.  Their backsides went bare and was considered third on the list to keep covered.
	When the call of nature called, the girls fully sought security and privacy.  The boys--nah, they just turned 45 degrees and peed.  Pooping did require a bit more privacy--they regarded THAT as the only indecent act of which they didn’t wish to share--with anyone.
	The girls WERE so noticed (by Forrest) as casually checking out the boys as they traveled nakedly across the great meadow.  A great forest they were making for.  No one really spoke, the concept of “parallel” universe was still being swallowed by the gang--a little hard to take and accept despite the group’s being young and their minds young enough to take what an adult told them as truth.
	Just before reaching a small meadow brook, berries!
	Lots and lots of berries!
	Blueberries, raspberries, elderberries!
	They kids, and Forrest, pigged out.
	The water in the nearby brook wasn’t too bad, not as chilled as the river.  Behind them, Forrest could still see the great “bump” on the land.  The waterfall therein made no sense, it WAS a great upheaval, like a volcano worn down through the ages to a mere bump several hundred feet high.  No canyon wall behind it, no mountain or hill or rise in the landscape.  Then, cascading out of the middle of it a waterfall!  And a GREAT waterfall creating a massive river!
	It made little sense.
	But then again--so did the entire place they were in.
	A parallel universe.  Even for Forrest it was a little difficult to swallow.  But he had no choice.  Of course, he deemed that this still could all be but a dream--a really whacked out fucked up dream.  He was still on some government table--still classified as an “experiment.”  Maybe all that was bunk, too.  Maybe he was just in a coma, in some hospital--government or otherwise.  Maybe his entire life--somewhere along the age line, was a process of dreaming--keeping him alive, or at least his mind so as the gung-ho doctors wouldn’t jerk his power cord that was keeping him alive ‘cause there was brain activity and his parents might see him wake up some day.
	Nah.

Famous Bullshit Stories
	Berry juice, a mud pack, a soak in the brook, and repeat.
	And repeat.
	Moss, mud pack, ragwort, more berry juice--and repeat.
	The itching and the pink/red blotches remained.
	They continued their trek to the forest, Forrest didn’t know why, but he “felt” drawn there.  It was as good as place as any other.  There was no place else to go, they needed shelter and the forest might also have better food.  Might.  At least a means in which to “catch” some food--sticks to make spears and such, hard wood sticks to make a fire.  In the forest there would maybe be small animals.  Maybe.
	So far he had noticed the lack of birds, insects, and other assorted wildlife normally found in such large vast openings.  

	In like trying to chase down a rainbow the forest didn’t seem to be getting any closer the closer--er, further the group walked.  Another night came to be, the group feasted (without a fire) on berries and tubers.  The tubers sorta kinda reminded them of potatoes, sweet potatoes, and something else no one knew what was.
	Heated up over a fire and they would have been EXTRA delicious, but as they were they were good enough to stave off starvation for another day.  
	The kids were still curious about the parallel universe concept.  So was Forrest.  He didn’t understand it himself.  But from what he had previously experienced, what he had seen and heard from Cloud Dancing, the concept was not too far fetched.  Unfuckingbelievable, but not far fetched.
	On the ground he drew a circle.  He called it the “Inner Circle” for lack of a better term.  He was dealing with kids and the concepts of higher learning would only confuse them.  Along the ring of the Inner Circle he drew some lines, not many, he didn’t know for sure himself.  The lines he called “Doors.” 
	“Doorways to the Inner Circle.  The Inner Circle is a gateway to multiple universes--”
	“But there’s only one Earth.” decreed Dustin.
	“Yeah, I know,” replied Forrest, “bare with me, the concept is a bitch to finger out.”  The group was attentive, the girls sat with legs folded, shielding from sight their naughty bits.  The boys--nah, they sat whereas everything could readily be accessible by the eyes.
	“Each “Doorway” leads to a new universe, a mini universe.  Complete with air and water and all the essentials of giving life--or sustaining it, without a lot of frills.”
	“What’s frills?” Holly asked.
	“Electricity, televisions, advanced power resources, manufacturing plants, cars, planes, and such as the like.”
	“These “universes”, they are on Earth, right?” asked Willy.
	“Yes, yes I believe so.” although he didn’t really.
	“Soooo, these Doorways--” mused a confused Dustin,
	“Right, these Doorways,” Forrest continued tapping the lines drawn, “are (pause for thought collection) everywhere.”
	“Everywhere?”
	“Yes, unseen and unknown.  They are everywhere in our world, the world we were born in.  All over the world.” and pause for thought collection, “You know when people go off and never come back, go on a hike in the woods or mountains?  A ship sails off somewhere and is never heard from again, planes and ghost stories of people who HAVE come back and all that crap?”
	The kids nodded.
	“Well, they’ve actually been--Here.” he said tapping the inside of the Inner Circle.  “They’ve transgressed to the Other Side, entered into a parallel universe.”
	“Sooooo, if THEY can come back--we can?” asked up Dustin.
	“Yeah, but I don’t wanna come back as a ghost!  Will I come back as a ghost!?” said a shaken fearful frightened Annie.
	Forrest gave Dustin a discouraging glare.  ‘Nice going, asswipe.’
	“No, hon, we have to find a Door BACK to our world.”
	“How do we do that?”
	“Where are the Doors at?”
	“I’m sorry,” Forrest said back to them, “I-I don’t know, we’ll just have to find them together.”
	He continued, “There’s an Outer Circle, too.” he drew a larger circle encircling the first one.  As he understood it, he drew lines along its edge, too.  “Now, for us to leave THIS universe and go back to the one we left,” another pause for thought collection-- “we’ve got to find where two doors are lined up.  I think this Outer Circle rotates, or turns.  It’s repersenitive of the Earth, our Earth.  This Inner Circle, doesn’t rotate or move, it’s stationary--it was created by others.”
	“Others?” asked Holly, “What others?”
	Oh boy.  Catkins.  How were the kids to swallow that one.  Aliens.  Cat creatures.  The First Ones.  They were kids, though--bullshit like he was laying out walked a fine line of being believable and being pure-dee-bullshit.
	“Well, I need more information before I can conclusively give you an answer on that.”
	The kids looked to one another, Dustin leaned to Holly and whispered, “It means he doesn’t know.”
	G’nite!

**

	The kids weren’t as itchy as they had been, but still covered in splotches.  Maybe they were getting used to it (the itching?)  Forrest pissed a long hard piss, fondled himself and was slightly aware that he was being watched.  It was Jamie.  Forrest realized it had been as many as three days since he had fucked anyone!
	That had to be a record!
	They were all pretty tired still, the forest seemed to be as far away as it had been when they started--although the “molehill” with the waterfall was farther away--as it should.
	The air was cool, berries plentiful, no bugs or insects.
	Their feet were tired and they all dearly wanted to be home, in that place “they had been born in.”  the new environment was okay, just lacked a lot of stuff they were used to--tv, food, the 7-11, the mini mall, swimming pool, pizzeria, cars, other people…
	While walking or gathering berries, the itching didn’t seem so bad.  In that observation Forrest drummed up the idea--when busy, there’s less time to be idle and give the body time to by annoying--i.e. itch.  But they could keep busy gathering berries ALL the time, or searching for yummy tubers of this and that.
	At evening type time Forrest smiled and looked over his group.
	“Me thinks I have a partial solution to our itching problem.”
	The kids all were extremely eager.
	Forrest smiled at them.
	“Well, some of you might not take to what I’m about to say too well, the others of you wont care.”	
	“What is it?” asked Annie.
	“Do any of you know what “masturbating” is?”
	The term was actually elusive to the group.  (save for Austin and he wasn’t telling!)
	“Well,” drawled Forrest, “it’s a process of--uhm, pleasing yourself, sexually.”
	The word “pleasing” coupled with “sexually” was received as a little alarming to the girls.  As figured, the boys didn’t give a shit and understood then what “masturbating” was.
	“Uhm, I need to explain further--pleasing yourself has other abilities.”
	“Like what?” asked Holly.  It was noticed that all three girls timidly closed their legs, knees up, arms about their legs.  The darkness was coming on so direct sight of their nudity was not so vulnerable.  It was approaching Day Four of the new world--the girls were almost used to prancing about butt naked with three butt naked boys and one butt naked grown adult man.
	“No, I’m thinking that our bodies need to be stimulated, so as to release hidden endorphins.”
	“What’s endorphins?” asked Annie.
	“Well,” thought carefully Forrest, “endorphins are the body’s defense system.  They gather up in masses to fight off invaders or help correct the body from infections and such.”
	“How do they work?  What do we have to do?” asked Dustin.
	“Well, the thing about endorphins is that they rarely come out on their own--and so far with us, they haven’t.  They are generally mustered up by being “stimulated” in some way.”  Forrest had them, they all listened to his words, Austin the only one slightly aware that Forrest’s layout was BS.
	“You see, if we were home, and one of you got a cold, or a bad flu, or felt crappy, or got a bad case of these damn itches, your mother or father would give you a remedy--cold medicine and whatever.  That cold medicine is a “stimulant”, and it gets the endorphins all charged up and they race throughout your body fighting off the invading virus or what have you.”
	Dramatic pause and the group searched for the--and?
	“Well,” Forrest continued, “we don’t seem to have a 7-11 anywhere near at hand, no drug store, no nothing where we can get the drugs we need, the stimulants.”
	“So what’ll do?” almost whined Holly.
	“We have to stimulant ourselves.”
	He let that sink in.  Dustin got it.  But he was the only one.
	“Have any of you ever “stimulated” yourselves?” he asked openly.  The girls looked to one another wildly, if they had they weren’t going to say so out in the open with everyone around them.
	“You see, during that self-stimulation thing, you get excited, hot, horny, and your body freaks out.” slowly, while there was still sufficient light, Forrest sat back with his legs folded Indian-style, and lightly ever so gently “stimulated” himself.
	All eyes were upon him.
	Willy lightly toyed with his cock, it was partially aroused, Willy did the “rosy palm” technique--whereas the palm of the hand rubs the sensitive cock head, the fingers draped downwards along the shaft as the hand twisted about.
	Dustin’s bone was rising, his hand wrapped about it.
	There was slight panic rising in the girls.  A fine line there was in believing the only adult present, and believing in what he was saying was bullshit and he just wanted to see them finger themselves.
	Very perceptive!
	Seeing their reluctance, Forrest sighted in on Jamie.
	Jamie WAS a finger banger--privately unto herself, in her bed, in the shower, or on the toilet.  In her mind, the scene of her being naughty with the 7-yr. old boy she was babysitting flooded in--into Forrest’s mind as well as her own.  She was a naughty girl, but privately.  She was curious and slightly naïve, but willing to participate in some sexual activity, so long as she didn’t get harmed or pregnant.
	With the “scene” filling her noggin, Jamie got horny.  Her fingers worked the magic that was finger banging--regardless of the staring eyes of her companions--especially the boys.
	Lightly Forrest still in her mind gave her instructions on female fingering, advanced tips and techniques.  At length the hapless girl lay back on the clover and really went to town; her legs parted open wide and her young fingers banged her pussy well.

	Holly and Annie were a little more reluctant to “get busy” with themselves, Holly ever still the virgin but had deep seeded yearnings, lightly began fingering her self--with strong urgings from Forrest (albeit unawares that she was being coerced so.)  
	Annie not so much the virgin merely rubbed her pussy, fingers flat out.  Slowly, though, her legs opened and eventually turned to be on her hands and knees.	
	Dustin, Willy, and Austin sat up on their knees, dicks hard, hands working them.  Forrest had noticed the itching in them all was dissipating; which gave way to the notion that “stimulating themselves to release endorphins” was true and working.
	Forrest made small circles on Annie’s ass, parting a cheek as her fingers feverishly frigged her poon.  She had spread her cheeks for her brother, he had fucked her asshole and a bit more.  They were naughty, Annie and her brother--bathing together; Annie sucking up the milky juice that spilled from her brother’s dick, watching him jerk off, pee, and fart.  They did all things as naughty as possible--save for out and out fucking.
	Slowly, as night increased, Annie’s asshole received schlong.
	Forrest’s beefy beefsteak went first.  He fingered the girl’s rectum, getting it prepped for the entry.  Annie couldn’t tell how many times her brother Davy had pegged her asshole, or how many times she had lapped up his sperm.  A lot.  They peed on one another, too.  She was sure that as they got older and quite possibly on her thirteenth birthday or so, he was going to doink her.
	Jamie and Holly lay on their backs fingering themselves to beat all.
	Forrest made entry into Annie’s ass, sliding in just part way, pulling out and spanking the girl.  Holly and Jamie remained oblivious--as it was so planned.  Annie was partially in her own mind, partially put to ease to accept the butt doinking as another method of reducing the infernal itching.  She would be willing to submit to virtually anything (yea, including the biggie) to rid herself of scratching.
	The boys were left with their minds untouched.  Each boy wanted desperately to scrog the girls, desperately.  Dustin and Willy were the girls’ friends--but deeply they had really longed to fuck the girls.  Forrest was glad to help them along in their endeavors.  
	The girls didn’t really need too much “fixing) but they really wouldn’t be so submissive.  Perhaps after a time, another week or two and the girls would be spreading the legs, cheeks, and anything else possible.  But when one has a governmental implant in one’s noggin and it can make other’s bend to a certain will--well, why not use it!?
	After Forrest had successfully buggered young Annie’s backdoor, he rested and directed subtly Dustin to take a turn.  Austin meanwhile lay on Holly and gingerly entered her fevered snatch box.  Willy lay on Jamie and something of an orgy ensued.
	Lightly did Forrest work his magic into the girls--accepting their new way of submission.  The girls were in a little discomfort from all the doinking they received from the boys, cum the new morning--they got doinked in the ass, too--young Annie already having been doinked in the ass the previous evening--spread her legs to receive the boys’ love toolage.
	Forrest was in on the morning scrog, too; Annie was first on his list.  Holly enjoyed his massive manhood tool, and Jamie was last--but not least.  All three girls were good fucks and served the boys well.
	After a bit of rest, a nosh on a handful of berries, the group struck off for the forest again.  (and indeed, the “itching” DID lesson after the fingering and fucking!)

	Along their trek the group asked more questions about the Parallel Universe, the doors, missing people, and et cetra.  Forrest did his best, he tried simple methods of conveying the principle concept of a parallel universe, and then more complex imagery sent directly to their minds via the mind link via the Exp. 0110.
	Both served to only further confuse the group.
	Proof--more astounding proof that they WERE in a different world other than the one they were born in was required.  Forrest was cool with that and the group stopped hounding him with questions.
	Presently they left the meadow and came to the outskirts of the forest.
	The forest DID (finally!) seem closer.  However, a pre-forest they had to cross thru that hadn’t been seen from afar.  A new forest.  Young sapling trees of birch, alder, ash, and other species unknown to Forest.  Shrubs and brushes, small boulders, and a thick-thick layer of ground cover greeted them.
	It also created a slight hang-up for the group’s efforts on going thru.
	It was suggested that getting dressed would be appropriate--the brush and sapling trees’ limbs and such were hazards on bare skin--skin that was just getting over an itch fest.
	Forrest DID find sufficeint materials in which to make a fire.
	He didn’t, though, see any signs of any animals.
	Cutting through the pre-forest was a pain.  It was seriously slow going and the young trees were thick, laying criss-cross all over the place, limbs slapping and scratching at their bodies, roots tripping them up, the spongy ground also tripping them up.
	It wasn’t easy going.
	There was really no particular set direction, Forest just wanted to get to the forest.  It wasn’t going to happen the first try.  There was no creek nearby and backing out was a problem--there was no going back they way they had come in--it couldn’t be found!
	Retracing their steps?  What steps?  Forrest couldn’t find any tracks of their passing; pressing his hand to the spongy floor--it sprang back quickly and looked as if though he hadn’t pressed his hand!
	Not good.

	They spent a long kinda chilly night in the pre-forest, again without a fire.  Forrest had cleared away a small area in which to make a fire without burning the woods down--but just was unable to get anything from the materials he had.
	No longer was the “bump” in the landscape to be seen.  How far they had traveled within the pre-forest was unknown, how far away was the actual forest--unknown.  How fucked was their situation--to the max!  No food, no water, no hope.
	Forrest hoped they were making good tracks in a forward direction, but the pre-forest’s hazards forced them to deviate and go left and right.  Though any true direction didn’t matter a hoot, he didn’t want to get lost.
	There was the worry about someone breaking a leg, an arm, or some other serious malady requiring astute medical attention.  Indeed, there were unforeseen hazards involved with traipsing off into a new world.

	Small berries, berries with stickers, and something that resembled mangoes were found the following day.  At a gathering of semi large boulders a natural spring was found.  Edible tubers in the pool formed at the rocks was satisfying and everyone got naked for a bath in a pool a little further down the cascading creek.
	Forrest determined to follow the creek down.  It had to lead somewhere, a big lake or something.  He thought of making a few fishing poles.  Some spears, too.  There had yet to encounter any insects or birds…
	With the worries on his mind, sex was not.  Frustrated at the inability to construct even a meager fire put Forrest in a very bad mood.  A cup of coffee, or even hot chocolate he missed greatly.  He thought of those on the Other Side of the Parallel, all the way back to Seth and Noah at the New Digs, the underground dungeon.
	It was late at night, it was cool, there was a breeze.
	He could hear the creek.
	He could see the sky with its jillion of stars.  And there was the moon, too.  Staring at the moon he took to note that there was a minor concern.  The moon was full.  Still.  It was perfectly round.  Perfectly round and perfectly glowing shimmering white glow.
	But that wasn’t right.
	It had been--four days since their arrival into the new world.  The “full moon” seen at the onset from the waterfall should have been phasing by now.  It wasn’t.  It was still quite full.  A little nuance to the new world?

	Following the creek down it became larger and larger.  A canyon formed with the pre-forest growing thicker and thicker until it became a forest.  A great forest came to be on both sides.
	The steepness of the forest was a slight cause of concern.
	The creek dividing the forest, too.  
	At length the creek was some 20 feet wide and raging like a river.  Great rocks and boulders and sheer cliff-like sides were more causes for concern.  
	A huge tree of unknown type lay across the chasm.  It had a well worn foot path from its embedded-in-the-bank roots to the other side.  Looking to the other side it looked as if though there was something of a ROAD!  The forest on the other side of the creek looked as if though the trees weren’t so thick, there was lots of sunshine and a pine needle ground cover rather than the generalized tree rubbish they were in.
	Forrest had a good feeling about it.
	Getting across the great log, though, was the first.
	Jamie had a problem with heights.  Holly was frightened right out of her young wits; though the great tree-log was great, there were no guard rails and the rushing creek fifty feet below them at a sharp descending angle only added to the fright factor.
	The boys weren’t too thrilled about the crossing, either, but tried to be brave and not show their fright.  Forrest found the tree sound and well embedded at both ends.  He went across first--stomped up and down in the middle of the tree, crossed twice and came back.
	He wound up escorting the gang across virtually one at a time.

***
A Long Days Journey
	It WAS a road.  Though little used it was wide and had road travel tracks.  The trees were more spaced out and mostly pines with some ash and redwood.  There were scents that were pleasant and what sounded like twittering birds far off.  The woods still beheld an aire of spookiness regardless.  The gang held hands and walked the road.

	Strangely, the woods weren’t very wide--or at least the woods the group traveled thru.  In less than a few hours they emerged out of the woods to a meadow land, again.
	After a good rest--again without any naughty shenanigans, they were off again.  Just before evening fall, and the fullness of the moon yet again, something in the distance there came to be.
	At first there was a noise, a sound somewhat familiar.
	A rushing river.
	The sound of the river carried aloft on the slight breeze.
	The meadow was mostly of flowers, but sweet smelling weeds there was, too.  It near made passage impossible as the meadow growth was thick and dense.  Thankfully, no pesky insects--although some would make things more or less tolerable and less strange.
	The darkness came it was too great to fully make out what the object was Forrest had seen on the land.  And the road?  In the woods?  It “disappeared” or faded away as they neared the end of the woods and emptied into the meadow.
	Come the new morning, the glum group sloughed their way across the thick meadow.  The air was fresh and Forrest made another startling discovery.  There was cool air, a slight breeze, and daylight type time--but there was no sun!  No sun!  there was a clear blue sky, no clouds--and no sun!	Slowly they neared the “object” of interest.
	It was a hill.  A large rocky hill--with a great plume of water spilling from it.
	No one spoke.
	Forrest fumed.  He didn’t understand.  Was it possible there were TWO of the rocky hills--with a waterfall spewing out?  By noon they had arrived at the great river.  It was shallow and not too wide.  Forrest and Austin gave the rocky hill a good looksee.
	It looked the same.
	“Shit.” Forrest breathed.
	It WAS possible that there COULD be two brownstone rocky hills.
	Possible but not likely.
	“I’m going up.  You stay here.” Forrest told them all.  Austin looked to Forrest with a puppy dog look, kinda hurt and kinda worried and all kinds of concerned.  Forrest patted his errant companion, offered him a smile of assurance (that he would return) and began climbing up.

	It was pretty slippery going and the rock edges were sharp.  Only half way up and he was already soaking wet from the fall’s spray.  The water was sweet tasting and Forrest just knew it was the same one.  The only thing was now he was on the OTHER side of the falls/river…
	With the rocks being extraordinarily slippery, the surface of the rocks slippery as they were without being wet, Forrest carefully picked his way along until reaching where the river gushed out of the rocks.  He couldn’t see too well to the other side, but at the vantage level he could see the forest, the one he had seen when he had been on the OTHER SIDE of the river.  ‘course, he wasn’t 100% certain that the forest he saw NOW was the forest he had seen THEN, five days prior.
	A big circle.
	They had initially gone in one big circle.  He assumed.  He didn’t know HOW, but he had resolved that it was so and it was due to the make-up of the universe.  A mini-universe, one that was “closed” and not at all like the world he and the others had come from where there were limitless “horizons.”
	Squeezing his body to become one with the rocks he slithered along trying to make behind the crashing water.  It was dangerous and the cold water was beginning to seriously chill his body.  He couldn’t take much more.  
	A cave.
	He saw what looked like a cave--of sorts.
	Getting into it was the thing, though.  The crashing water was furious and strove to pound him into pulp--or at the very least push him off of the rocks and drown his sorry ass in the river below.
	Somehow (dire determination) he dug his fingernails into the slick surface of the cave wall and pulled himself inward.  It wasn’t much of a cave, kinda narrow.  The roar of the water crashing behind him was extremely unpleasant.  The cave was just feet below the flowing water.  The cave was wet and very damp.  Water ran in rivers along the sides and there was scant barely any room to stand.
	He moved forward into the unknown.
	Suddenly, something else was within.
	His toes inside his boots clenched up tight and seemingly dug into slick floor of the cave, too.  Was he breathing?  He wasn’t sure.  He held his breath and blinked his eyes--the sounds of the rushing river just behind him seemed to dull out for a moment.
	Something in the back of the cave stirred.
	It was moving.
	Moving towards him.
	“Oh shit!” he breathed out.  A creature cloaked in a gray shroud moved into the light streaming through the cascading waterfall.  The worms on its gray hairless head wriggled more as if they were dancing or trying to get free of their entrapment.  The creature moved closer as if it were gliding along, its maw opening revealing several rows of yellow jagged teeth much like a sci-fiction/fantasy creature or something--Forrest had seen a similar maw in the mouth of a large opossum a time or two.
	Yellow gunk strands of drool drizzled down from the gap mouth.
	No hands, no arms, no feet.  The gray shroud/clock looked tattered and pieced together.  
	It moved closer.  Forrest backed up.
	Then, from about the middle of the cloaked creature something began to protrude.  “What the fuck?”
	It looked like a limb--a dead stick from a dead tree, but then resembled the bone structure of a human arm.  There was no skin, just the “bone”.  it was twisted and gray with a “knot” at the end.  As the stick/arm shook its way out of the creature’s mid section, the knot began to unfold.
	Fingers!  Knuckles could be seen forming.  And one unfurled to be like someone pointing with their middle finger.  The arm itself continued stretching outward.
	The creature didn’t seem to be moving, or gliding, it had stopped.  Only the protrusion from its center advanced towards the stunned Forrest.  The stick wavered as it stretched out more and more, the “finger” seemed to be getting longer and longer, too.
	Forrest finally unwelded his feet from the cave floor and backed up.
	The creature didn’t move but stretched its arm out more and more.
	Forrest backed up to where the cascading waterfall seriously doused his backside.  The drooling maw of the creature seemed to be moving, a yellow flicking tongue darted about within--was it saying something?  Was it actually speaking?
	Then, the creature itself moved.
	Forrest didn’t know what to do--not good--no, not good at all.
	The stretching arm with jutting finger was almost to him, just inches!
	Forrest backed up.
	Opps.
	He ran out of cave floor!

	Jamie screamed.  She saw Forrest’s body fling thru the turbulent waterfall and plunge down into the churning pool and river.  The gang rushed to the river’s edge with Dustin and Austin dashing into the river.  It wasn’t too deep along the bank, just out in the very middle.
	It was damn cold, though, chilling straight thru to the bone.
	The boys saw Forrest UNDER the water, being rolled and rolled.  Austin made a leap to dive in but Dustin grabbed him by the collar.  There was a brief fight among the two, Dustin fended off the younger boy’s attack--he understood (sorta).  Forrest was his “dad”.  And he had slipped away, disappearing ‘neath the turbulent waters.  Forrest Finch was gone.

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
	A strong desire there was to Sadie--from Skyler.  The girl was cute, damn cute.  Forrest had “favorites”, too; Cole, Breezy, and he guessed even Packard Ghash and that murderous Leonard Wilson favorites.
	It wasn’t to say that Shanna or Ashley weren’t “cute” either, and Shanna had Jake’s interest.  But what could they do with them?  Could they “keep” them, for awhile anyways?  
	There was that little business of Forrest’s ride’s stained seat.  How pissed would Forrest be about that?  Of course, HOW the stain(s) got there in the first place wouldn’t be frowned upon.  The boys debated with themselves and each other.
	They could take the girls to Cole’s, but Cole would One; want to put them in his Dungeon for safety reason, concerns, good measure, and “use.”  Two; he’d want to fuck them himself.
	The girls, too, could be taken to Breezy’s.  Breezy was cool.  (She liked girls as much as boys.)  And with the newest Contraption apparently working fairly well without side effects, the girls’ minds were controllable.
	Skyler needed to rest--not from the mind controlling Contraption, but his cock was worn out!  Jake settled for laying Shanna across his naked lap and making small circles on her ass.  Too much of a good thing!  He was GLAD Forrest had kidnapped him--he WAS a kidnap victim, from hiking in the woods with his friends a while ago--days--weeks, a couple of months?
	He had fucked his fill and then some and had no regrets.
	And Forrest trusted him!  He and Skyler went willy-nilly off on their own, doing whatever whenever, using Forrest’s ride--and Forrest trusted them!  At least ways him.  Jake could turn Forrest in, turn in the whole lot of them.  But he wasn’t that sort to do so--he liked what he done and didn’t wish to fuck up a good thing.
	After making small circles on Shanna’s ass, he fingered her dirt shoot he had only recently stuffed.  He imagined himself boning her more, at night, in the morning, in the bathtub, in the shower; kitchen floor, hallway floor, garage floor, backyard.
	Yeah, she was a keeper.
	Sadie was a keeper, Skyler liked her.
	And Ashley, she was not so much really as a keeper as she was a companion friend to the other two girls and therefore included in.  They would be returned to “society” when they had been well fucked and their usefulness used.  (fucked silly)
	Or another girl or two took their place…

	The girls were rendered speechless and with the inability to scratch the naked boys’ eyes out as they were brought to the brink of consciousness.  They could only comply to the wicked commands given them.  They were “aware”, still somewhat dazed and naïve, however.  
	Ashley and Sadie 69ed.  Outside of the SUV on the ground, butt naked, faces buried into the young muffin of the other, the girls “tongued” the other.  Their young hands clamped tightly to the bare ass of the other licking slick cum laden pussy.
	Skyler and Jake sank their sore aching puds into Shanna--Jake slipping into the girl’s backdoor while Skyler drilled into her poon.  The young girl’s mouth hung open, eyes flashed--the sensation was both horrible as was it sensational.  And a little discomforting, too.
	Jake came first.  He pulled out and finished ejaculating onto the girl’s ass (the money shot) then rolled onto his backside to recover sufficiently.  Skyler continued pumping into the girl on their side, then rolled to whereas the girl was on her backside, arms and legs outward.
	Ashley and Sadie paused to watch.  They were a little upset emotionally.  Shanna endured the fuck from the teen and passed out from it as a result.  Skyler sat back on his knees flogging his dog, looking over the girl with a heavy lust still on his mind.
	The girls (all) got some rest; then they were diddled and peed on before being spanked.  When their little asses were blazing fire, they were scrogged in the ass--one at a time.
	Each girl had to nosh on the other--a good five minute cunt lick.
	Each girl had to watch up close and personal as another got fucked in the ass (a second go ‘round.)  the girl being poked squatted down on the face of one of the others.  The guy doing the poking slid his gangly prong into the girl being poked, slowly at first.  The girl underneath watching had to hold the swinging musty smelling testicles as well as her friend’s ass cheeks open.
	When the guy had cum, the girl underneath had the disgusting task of licking the hole clean.  The girls (all) were incredibly worn out, frightened out of their wits, fucked beyond the concept of fucked and partially desensitized.
	Just a little bit more were they loved on.  The “keeping them” notion had faded.  They had been well fucked, time to move on.  The boys dressed them, minus their panties.  Skyler spent a few minutes dinking with their mind, in like what Forrest did--re-wiring their young impressionable minds to whereas they would not so much remember what had happened and seek out young horny boys to fuck.
	The girls were returned to the drive-in eatery they had been absconded from, money placed in their shoeboxes full of seashells, and left be.  Skyler and Jake returned to Breezy’s place, showed (together) and went to bed.
	Breezy came into their room, “Did you guys find Forrest?”
	Gulp.
	Double gulp.
	“Uh, we looked everywhere.” said Skyler.
	“We’ll go again tomorrow--”
	“Yeah, to some of those places he’s been to that we know of.”
	“He might have gone somewhere else.”
	“Have you checked back with that Nancy in Town?  And there was another place, too?” Breezy was concerned, the boys were too.  Forrest was somewhere.  Somewhere.  But where?  Breezy shut the door.  Skyler fell to a blissful sleep.  Jake lay beside him staring up to the ceiling.  He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.  Was Forrest okay?  Where was the guy?
	Tomorrow for sure they’d do a more earnest search for him.
	Yeah, that’ll work!