August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Optimal Conditions

New cummers
	She was in denial.  Wishy-washy.  She was horny, that was true, but she was shy about it--sort of.  She wanted to be a “good girl” but also wanted to delve onto the side of naughtiness.  It played havoc on the young teen, thankfully--Forrest Finch was there to help her sort it out.
	The others, especially the three boys, looked upon Jennifer as quite a dish.  She was older than Jamie, Holly, and Annie.  Austin was coming around better and better and badly wanted to scrog the newcomer.
	Only lightly did Forrest tap the minds of Jamie, Holly, and Annie.  Only mildly did he touch Jennifer’s mind--she was actually more willing than not to adopt the new narly mannerisms of the group she had fell in with.  Explaining the fact about the New World Parallel was a different manner.
	Forrest took first dibs.
	Jennifer was still reeling from the sexual assault from her step-father, but she still craved sex--young boys at that.  Only to the point whereas she feared getting knocked up.  Dick was dick, but there WAS something about young boys who had no hair on their balls and small wieners.  Soft skin, innocent, naïve--all played a part and drove the fourteen year old girl into sheer orgasmic bliss.
	She accepted Forrest and he easily made love to her.  Gently, sucking on her teenage breasts and guiding every inch of his manhood into her love tunnel.  The girl had an almost instant orgasm right off from the start.
	The rest of the gang circled about watching, everyone was nude.  The boys had erections.  The girls slyly fingered themselves.  Annie and Austin watched intently from behind as Forrest’s massive fuck stick slid in and out of Jennifer’s snatch box.
	When Forrest came to the point of cumming, he let one large load of hot spunk splash into the girl’s cunny deep, the rest he splashed ONTO her cunny.  Up her body he slid, dragging his balls and gliding his throbbing dong.  
	When at her chest his pulsing manhood lay between her young mounds and Jenny, on her own, sucked, lapped, kissed the head of his dick.
	Jenny.  He closed his eyes and thought of the wicked young girl from his youth.  He sighed, there were no more images.  She had gone to her grandparents for the summer and never returned.  No explanation why.  Casually, Forrest wondered if she had gotten pregnant.  It was a possibility.  
	Austin came nextly to “break in” the new girl.  Forrest caressed the boy’s ass and the others continued to watch.  Forrest flogged his dog and squeezed hard Austin’s sweaty ass.  Jennifer tweaked her own nipples and pumped back into her young lover, legs thrashing all about until she finally clutched onto the boy’s ass and entered into a hellacious fuck.
	When Austin had fucked all he could fuck and rolled off, he was coated in mostly the new girl’s juices.  “Lick him clean.” Forrest told Jamie.  Jamie didn’t hesitate and proceeded to suck and lick clean Austin’s balls and cock and inner thighs.  Fourteen year old Dustin, who appeared two years younger than he was, mounted the newest member of the group and began pumping.  Forrest positioned himself behind Jamie, fondled her ass, fingered her hole, then stuffed himself into her therein.

Whose Woods I Know…
	“You’re gonna need a lot more acorns.” Forrest told them, Jamie, Holly, and Willy had gathered a handful of acorns they had found.  They had planned on making acorn pancakes.  Some wild berries Holly and Austin had found, Jennifer and Forrest had found wild carrots and beets.
	Dustin had found a sign post.
	It was just as crude in making as the other sign postings they had found, a hunk of wood hewn flat and the tucked, smushed, or laid against a tree indicating some importance.  Small arrows indicated the “way” to the places written (scrawled) crudely on the plank.  Again, though, no indication of “distance.”
	Dark Wood  Woods Hole  and Nowhereville were off to the right.
	Farr Woods and Tams Cabin in the Woods by Cross Creek was to the left.  Nowhereville had “by Cross Roads” attached, too.
	A trail went left and right.  Both were well covered in pine needles.
	The woods (as a whole) were peaceful, very deeply dense with boulders and ferns and lush green vegetation everywhere.  Three small creeks merged to form one large one.  A few animals could be heard, but few were seen.
	Nowhereville indicated a “civilization.”  but it wasn’t necessarily true.  Tams Cabin in the Woods by Cross Creek was a strong indication of something of importance.  Maybe.  Forrest deemed that it was plausible that other peoples had been about, found places of interest, and wrote them down.  There was no indication of “distance” as they were without a good means of indicating such.  And rather than second guessing, just left the distance unnoted.
	There was no debate issue, one place was as good as the other.
	Forrest was drawn to Nowhereville as promising as well as the Tams Cabin in the Woods by Cross Creek.  But there were in opposite directions.
	“Should we spilt up?” asked Dustin.
	Forrest was quick to shake his head No.  “We haven’t really encountered anything dangerous, not yet.  But we keep moving into new territory.”  it’s bound to happen sooner or later.
	Flipping a coin in his head, they turned “left”, Tams Cabin.

	Though the sun was up high, only a few rays managed to trickle through the high canopy.  There was a feeling of “elevation”, of being up high in mountains.  Everything was so green, so lush.  A creek rumbled to their right over huge boulders and under downed trees.  To their left was deep woods were scarcely a sound was heard.
	Kinda spooky.
	The trail was small and meandered about the various trees and boulders.  When it began to get a little more chilly one by one the group put on their clothes.
	They stopped for lunch, boiled carrots and beets with various berries.  Not real appetizing, but it beat starving to death.  Holly ventured from the impromptu campsite for private bathroom duty.  A campfire had been started, Dustin carried in a large coffee can with air holes for ventilation some coal--there was only one lighter and it couldn’t be trusted.
	Holly was suddenly screaming and racing back to the camp; Forrest acted quickly upon investigation and hearing the girl’s hysterical rantings.  Dustin and Willy went along.
	‘A mad rabbit?’ he had to see for himself.
	Holly had been pooping and was just finishing up when a woodland creature came out to see her.  It was a light gray rabbit, very furry and kinda straggly.  But with long ears, whiskers, and other markings indicating that it was indeed a wabbit, Holly reached to pet it.
	Wrong.
	Suddenly the rabbit lost all its cuddliness as it reared back, extended claws and FANGS and snarled at her.  Holly very nearly managed to scramble back to the others without being mauled.
	Forrest and the boys saw no rabbit, but didn’t disbelieve Holly’s story.  She was hysterical.
	“Think there WAS a rabbit like that?” Willy asked.
	“Yeah, probably was.”
	It meant that the group had to be extra-extra careful when out on their own.  

	“We must be at 7-8-thousand feet!” breathed heavily Dustin.
	Forrest had to concur.  The air seemed thin and they had been steadily inclining for several hours.  Forrest was a bit frustrated.  Their food supply needed replenishing and there was very little in the woods to supply them.  There was water, that was good.  But, like Holly’s rabbit earlier, there were unkind pissed off fish within the creek--fangs, pointy-jabbing whiskers, and angry-angry faces.
	 
	By noon of the following day the beleaguered group came to where the trail finally flattened out.  There was lovely warm sunshine, huge boulder and trees unknown to Forrest all around.  A new sense of awe was upon them, the woods below had not been all that friendly--thru the long night no one slept as “sounds” a-plenty filled the dark gloomy dark; howls and growls, sneers and hisses.  None of which were very close, but nearby just the same.  At one point close to daybreak, Forrest was awakened by the sound of what he described (to himself) as some tromping thru the nearby creek.
	All the heads of his group were accounted for, sooooo….
	The fishes in the creek at the top of the mountain were tame, trout and other species.  No fangs, no whiskers, no angry-angry faces.  Dustin quickly fashioned a fishing pole while Dustin and Holly made a dam whereas to lure the fishes and trap them.
	There was a large flat open area, a rustic boulder laden hill (the very top of the mountain) was nearby.  The air was fresh and clean and no longer hard to breath--so they either had gotten used to it or something else.)
	Jamie and Annie came running from some bushes, “We found something!” they said, but they weren’t frightened about it.
	It was along the trail, the trail they had been following wound its way along the contour of the rocky mountain top until it sheered away returning to yet some more deep woods.   Wedged onto a tree was yet another sign:
	Tams Cabin by Cross Creek not far away
	That was helpful.
	It was still far enough away, though, that by nightfall another camp in the woods had to be done.  There were no noises, though, nothing to keep one awake over.  It still didn’t help Forrest sleep, though; a lack of noise could mean someone/thing was just sitting there waiting in silence.
	
	The trial dipped back into the thick of the woods, there was a brief hour’s walk before coming to a large meadow whereas to the left was open meadow to the thick-thick forest 500 yards up a slight incline.  To the right was 100 yards of meadow to an area of few trees but jillions of rocks and boulders and then the noisy creek.
	“Something’s up there.” whispered hoarsely Annie.  She clutched his hand and pressed her delicious young body to him.  He paused a moment and stared longingly up into the deep woods (to the left.)
	He didn’t SEE anything, but he along with Annie felt that there WAS something there--watching them.  “Let’s hustle along.” he encouraged the gang.
	They didn’t run but quickened their steps.

	About an hour before sunset they came to where two creeks crossed paths forming a large one.  The area was very flat, huge boulders, huge trees, not a lot of lushness or ferns about.  The air was getting chilly and Forrest figured the “Cabin” was still a ways away.  
	And he would be wrong.
	They moved along in the woods after crossing one of the creeks looking for a suitable locale for camping the night.  
	“Hey, what’s that?” asked up Holly.
	Peering to the edge of visibility loomed a structure.
	A cabin.

	Not a bad cabin as cabin’s go.  Rustic.  Remote.  And quaint.
	It was made of wood (duh!) and seemed to have been in place a long, long, long time.  A small porch, two windows on each side of the door.  It was 25 feet wide, 20 deep.  Two fireplaces on each side.  A short hallway for privacy or something it was assumed with an opening to the left and right to the two rooms of the cabin’s interior.
	On the left was the kitchen and dining area.  The kitchen had an iron stove put together by various implements.  There was a pantry and a counter with a sink in the middle.  The pantry was stocked!  
	There was a dining table and seating against a wall.
	A large rock fireplace occupied one wall and had a large cast iron pot in it.  The coals were long cold.  There was some wood and fire pokers, a small bucket and a shovel.  All implements were shoddy and not well made.  The furniture, the pantry, the counter w/sink were handmade construct from nature itself.
	Five chairs were about the round table.
	In the pantry--large and small tins of food, some had wrappers to describe what was within.  Some wrappers were foreign and no one could make heads or tails of what they were.  Forrest thought of them as being Cyrillic--or Russian.
	In the second room some bearskin rugs on the floor, no animal heads on the walls, though.  Two bunk beds occupied space in one corner, two twin beds pushed together occupied the other corner.  There was a sort of living room with another pantry and then another large rock fireplace.
	A small chest was by the beds.
	A shotgun with no shells and a long handle axe was found under one of the beds.  A journal was found, too.
	There was a back door down another short hallway, a small back of the cabin porch there was where there was half a cord of well seasoned wood and a small hand axe.  A wood fired water heater there was, a well set off to one side with an outhouse out aways at an angle.  The path to both was well worn but being overgrown.
	A small shed there was having some rustic tools and a couple of pails.
	There was no water in the water heater, the spigot had been opened and the vessel of about 30 gallons had been emptied.  There WAS water in the well, how it had been dug was not known.  It was crude with a rock wall about it and a few pieces of various sized rope going down.  A wooden bucket was attached and it was rotted out.  So a pail was used to get the water.  (and there was a creek twenty-five yards in either direction, too!)
	Someone had gone to a lot of trouble piping water to the cabin, but it came by way of a storage tank--buried in the ground and one up on stilts a few yards out whereas it was gravity fed into the house.
	Both cisterns were empty and needed refilling.
	Both fireplaces needed wood.
	All members of the group needed food and rest.  A bath would come later.  (a small room off the back porch contained a porcelain tub)  With water in the water heater vessel and a fire built underneath it, hot water was possible to fill the one sink in the kitchen area and the tub.
	Someone had went to an awful lot of trouble.

	Though the gang was thoroughly tired and such from their journey, a light meal was fixed up, water was fetched and wood acquired and so on.  Taking stock of the two pantries Forrest estimated a month.
	Though dirty and grimy, stinky and smelly, after dinner that was it.  A good fire had been started in the main fireplace, afterwards peoples just fell out wherever and crashed, Forrest took one of the beds, the others here and there and over there.

Things that make ya go hmmmm
	For the next few days--general housekeeping, setting sort of chores, cleaning, filling water vessels, and light scouting of the area.  There were no more “trails”, Tams Cabin in the Woods by Cross Creek was it.	There did seem to be “game” about, the girls, though, were naturally squeamish about killing small woodland creatures.
	There was a bounty of fish.  No sighting of any deer.
	While the gang commenced to various chores, Forrest settled on reading the journal.  It was fascinating reading, it was undated but in the beginning the writer had jotted down the last true date she was aware of.
	The author was a woman, a young woman, Dorothy Lamoans.
	The date inscribed was June 19th, 1910.
	The woman was not alone, she and her new husband and a friend were along.  Like Forrest and Co., they were lost in the New World.  The concept of “New World” and Parallel universe was elusive to the trio, but they clearly understood that they were no longer where they had been, which was someplace in western Minnesota.
	The cabin had been there when they arrived, but in much more shabby condition than it was currently.  It was hard living for several months, during which time some curious if not interesting things were of note.
	One was of the mentioning of a “portal.”  it was located in a cave just behind the cabin and down a gully.  It was thru this “portal” Coleen’s husband and Prof. Garnsworth found the items that were currently in the cabin.  There was more but there were “creatures” who apparently patrolled the place where the items were acquired.  The creatures were described as being rather Tall, shrouded in a gray cloak, no arms or feet were seen, and they had misshapen heads with WORMS wriggling out of them!
	Forrest closed his eyes.  ‘oh Lord…’ he drawled.
	The other curious mentioning was of a “doorway.”  At times it was “open” but Coleen’s husband and Professor feared it.  They heard strange sounds from the other side.  The door was not always opened, either; Forrest deemed this was a door to other universes, and quite possibly back to his own world.
	Possibly.
	After a few months, Coleen was pregnant.
	Unfortunately, it was indeterminate of “who” the father was!  Coleen had at first decreed that it was absolutely her husband Beau.  But after a few pages, Forrest found reference to Coleen believing it could also be the Professor!
	Every so often Beau and the Professor would make a daring “raid” into the portal to acquire “things.”  bedding, food, and that sort.  Sometimes they did not see any “guardians” and sometimes there were as many as five of them “just wondering around almost aimlessly.”
	There was no “seasons” per se.  sometimes the air was very cold, most times it was just pleasant.  There was a mist that lay on the forest floor most mornings.  She mentioned wild game was plentiful and the fish was tasty.
	In the following Summer her baby died.  She did not elaborate on how or why but was very sorrowfully filled and fell into a deep depression.  There was no more writing afterwards.

	Some two hundred yards behind the cabin there was a “V” depression forming a steep gully.  The ground was thick mossy green moss loaded with rocks and boulders, tree limbs and soft earth.  Not far behind the cabin directly out from the backdoor some fifty feet was a small graveyard.
	Two graves were there, “Jessica Handle” and Beauregard Handle.  Coleen’s baby daughter AND husband.  Very sad.  The graves were marked with Christian symbols and lined with rock.  They had not been disturbed.
	After nearly breaking his leg and neck and every other bone in his bod, Forrest found a cave at the bottom of the “V” gully.  Stepping back he noted that it looked a lot like a woman’s vagina, if she were laying on her back with legs open and open, and pussy lips spread.
	Dustin and Willy were with him.  
	“You going in?” Dustin asked.  Forrest held the shotgun that had one shell in its chamber.  If they were going to survive where the were--then they would need supplies.  Weapons and food.  If there were those creepy finger pointing gray cloaked bastards about, Forrest wanted to know about them.
	He stood for a long while, debating with himself.  Coleen’s notes had described (as told by her husband) that inside the cave was strange, steel girders, steel walls with roundish oval-like doors, steel floors and ceilings.  There was lighting that came from holes in the walls; and cool air circulating about!
	It sounded strange but then--if they were peoples from a low technological era, many things of the ‘future’ would be strange.  Forrest cracked his knuckles and then popped his neck.  “I want one of you to stay out here.  Something happens,” he said as the boys protested, “you’ve got to be in charge of the girls.”
	He moved a few feet closer to the vulva opening letting the boys decide who would stay and who would go.
	After a few minutes he was joined at the side by Dustin.  

	Inside the cave it was noticeably cooler.  It was also very-very dark ‘cept for a pulsing yellow light at the very back of the cave.  It was concealed by roots and natural earthy debris.  Wiping it away it was a square yellow blinking light two inches square.
	There was nothing more.  Just a lot of roots, small and large from various vegetation topside.  After some brushing away dirt and small rocks and manhandling some large roots, Forrest and Dustin found what appeared to be a door.  A metal door.  After some more clearing and pressing on the blinking yellow light, there was a sound.  An electronic sound followed by a mechanical sound.  
	Suddenly, the small lighter Forrest held to see by was blown out by a sudden gust of gushing air caused by the opening of the metal door.
	“If we had any good sense we’d turn around right now.” Forrest breathed.
	“Whatever you want to do, Forrest.” said Dustin.  He was a lot of help.  Forrest knew that what lay beyond the door was not good.  Coleen’s journal had spoke of “supplies” that her husband and “secret lover” the professor had acquired.  And there was more.
	There was those roaming creatures.
	Forrest held his breath and pushed on the door…

Just a Little Help from my unseen friend
	‘Duck left.’  ‘Lean back.’  ‘Uppercut!’
	Tray “ducked”, leaned back, and sent a serious uppercut into Klancy Pimpton’s chest.  (yea, he was aiming for the chin but missed)  but it was Tray’s first fight.
	Klancy didn’t take well to the hit to his chest, but the fight was already three minutes old and that was one minute longer than most his “bully” fights.  Every school had to have at least one “bully.”  And for PS 59, JF Philmore Elementary School, Klancy Pimpton was the 5th grade bully for all the lower classes.  (and he was supposed to be in the 6th grade!)
	‘Step back.’ ‘Shift your weight, lean right.’
	Klancy sent a powerful pummeling clenched fist as hard as he could, but the boy he was pummeling moved and he tripped, his 40 lbs. overweightness sent him toppling.  The cheers and jeers from the onlookers assailed him, laughing at him.
	Klancy was at first emotionally upset, then he got a grip of himself and jumped up.
	‘DUCK!’ yelled the voice in Tray’s head.
	Tray ducked, feigned right and leaned left, then power-saulted up connecting his shoulder as hard as he might into Klancy’s chest.  The Bully stumbled back and fell on his butt.
	He was stunned.  This wasn’t happening.
	‘Take a stance.’
	Tray stood like an old boxer would in the hey day of good boxing, fist poised at the ready.  Klancy sat stunned and stupefied.  This wasn’t happening.
	But it was.
	“Scram!  Teachers coming!” hollered out someone.  And a mass exodus of students “scrammed.”
	Tray and best buddy Shaun hightailed it quickly and disappeared among the throng.  After rounding a corner of their school, they paused to lean against the building and have a good chortle.
	Instead of trekking home the usual way, they happily almost skipped down Jerome St.  Crossing the short width street to skirt along the edge of Hyde Park they eventually cut across to the lake that was centered there.  There was a bridge that spanned the lake and the boys headed for the underneath area.  
	After pissing in the lake the boys scooted back under the bridge as far as they could.  Then, Tray happily pulled out a small plastic baggie containing “stash.”  His brother Craig’s stash to be exact.  Shaun was elated.
	“Kewl beans.” he proclaimed.
	Three marijuana cigarettes, some rolling paper and at least an ounce of cut leaves.  A lighter had been acquired, too.  The boys quickly set about getting high.

	‘Take his pants down.’
	Tray shook his head (to clear it) then obeyed the Voice.
	Slowly he undone his friend’s brown jeans and tugged them down.
	‘Slide his underwear down.’
	Again, Tray complied very willingly.  He was still reeling from the heavy intake of ‘happy smoke.’
	‘Play with his willy.’
	Tray did hesitate but went to the task and began “playing” with his passed out friend’s schlong.  Tray had been compiling very willingly with the Voice in his head, just the way he should!  The night before he had “taken advantage” of his young baby sister.
	Little four year old Gabby had been sufficiently “worn” out.
	‘When she sleeps she really sleeps!’ spoke up Tray.
	‘And we’ll keep it that way.’ 
	‘What?’ asked a stunned Tray.
	‘Oh, sorry, nothing.’
	The Voice in Tray’s Head was getting stronger, and bolder.
	With no one home, just Tray and little Gabby, and Gabby worn to a frazzle (not that it would matter) the Voice encouraged its Host to carry the child to her bed.  Then, undress her.
	“I-I don’t know if I should be doing this.” wailed aloud Tray.
	‘Sure you should, trust me.’ then, ‘Just a little harmless fun.’
	Tray relented--like he had a choice.
	With little Gabby naked, both Tray and the Voice in his head took a long lingering look at her.  It was an “up close and personal” look at the girl without fear of retribution from the girl or anyone else.
	‘See?  She’s not that much different than Kathy, Julie, Trela, or any other girl you know.’
	Tray’s mind was virtually blank.  He sweated some and didn’t realize that he had a boner raging.  
	‘Go ahead, give her a feel.’
	Tray hesitated but then began running his fingers up and down his sister’s nude body.  This was followed up by earnest fingering of the child’s cunny.  Her legs were parted and Tray began running not his fingers up and down the child’s virgin snatch, but his tongue!
	Tray was encouraged more and more and more.
	And more.
	And more.
	Then, from tonguing to humping.  Tray crawled onto the bed and onto his little sis.  His cock was raging hard and it felt great to lay it against the deeply slumbering innocent.  The “humping” was automatic.  Tray liked it and enjoyed and eventually didn’t think of the girl beneath him as his sister.
	The Voice in Tray’s head was silent, he was enjoying the devilish sinful deed, too.  The “feeling(s)” Tray received from his illictness transferred (somehow) to the Occupier.
	Tray humped.  And humped.  And humped some more.  His hard-on nestled nicely between the girl’s legs, humping her virgin slit until that feeling overwhelmed him.  He never wanted that feeling to leave him.  It lasted only moments but it was lasting just the same.
	Tray humped madly until his cum began to shoot out of his cock.
	Then he continued humping despite his desire to stop and see his mess spill.  He wanted to ejaculate onto Sissy’s cunt, he wanted to see his cum shooting out.
	Most of his sticky goo pooled onto the girl’s belly.  Just after cumming he sat up more and to the side, and before his cock softened too much he dragged the head of it up and down Gabby’s slit.
	Surprisingly, despite being “unconscious”, Tray’s friend, Shaun, got wood.  This after much ado of Tray masturbating the boy.  Once adequately hard, the Voice in Tray’s head compelled him to “go down” on him.
	Once more Tray hesitated.  It was too strange a notion or command.
	He was a little naïve about such things but natural instinct insisted that it was not right.  Guys didn’t suck another guy’s dong.
	‘Sure they do.’ said the Voice, ‘and I want you to.’ 
	Tray was more than obligated.  
	He still hesitated but did the deed and it was done.
	He sucked and sucked and then sucked some more, squeezing Shaun’s balls and devouring the attached cock wholly.  It was kind of an unpleasant experience, a little distasteful.  The Voice in his head, though, enjoyed it and in a strange occurrence of osmosis what the Voice felt was transferred to the Host and despite the overwhelming displeasure of the deed--liked it after all!
	‘Roll him over.’
	Tray did so.
	‘Open his cheeks.’
	Tray paused, touching another dude’s bum was just as bad as sucking his wanker.  But he did it and stared at Shaun’s glory hole.
	The next commands just inundated the young boy.  He lay on his friend, his penis hard as a rock up between his friend’s ass--humping madly.  Every so often t Tray managed to give a few good tries at poking the boy’s asshole.  Shaun needed to be awake to pull his own cheeks open and raise his ass.
	A goodly amount of hot jiz splashed onto Shaun’s ass.  Tray entered into that realm of ultimate satisfaction and in spite of how horrendous the deed was, there was no denying the ‘pleasure.’

	Shaun was none the wiser upon awakening from his stupor.  The happy smoke had been potent and powerful.  It was late and the boys had to scamper home.  They stumbled most the way and were “lost” for a few minutes until regaining their bearings.  Luckily, it was a Friday afternoon and lollygagging was permissible.
	Chores were still a daily thing and Tray quickly snuck about getting them done.  Then his big brother came home, and seemed a little irked and/or pissed off.
	‘I’d shy away from him if I were you.’ 
	Tray did so, but it was clear that Craig wanted Tray “alone.”
	Tray occupied himself staying in his mother’s sight, doing things for her and playing with Gabby (still within their mother’s sight.)  but at length it was getting late and close to bed time.
	The kids’ father came home and so there was great jubilation over that.  And at length the mother and father slipped off to their bedroom for privacy.  It was then Craig grabbed Tray by the nape of the neck virtually flinging and then pinning him against a wall.
	“You little fuck!” he bitched.  “Where’s my stuff?”
	Tray gave him his best, “Huh?”  and “What stuff?”
	“You’ve been in my room!”
	“No I haven’t!” declared Tray.
	“Where’s my stuff!?” bellowed Craig.
	‘Kick him in the nuts!’ the Voice decreed.
	Tray was a little reluctant.  So the Voice helped.
	Craig instantly dropped to the floor withering in pain.
	Tray then quickly fled to his room, locking the door.
	“You’re dead, bla bla bla bla--blas bla bla BEEP bla bla bla!” blurted Craig.
	‘Great, thanks a lot.’
	‘Don’t worry about it.’ the Voice told him.
	‘Don’t worry about it!?  Craig’s a psycho, he’s gonna fuckin’ KILL me!’
	‘Nah, he’ll be pissed but…’
	‘You don’t know my brother--’
	‘You don’t know me!’

	Craig was ever the psycho, but wasn’t prepared for the “new” Tray.  Tray had usually allowed himself to be bullied by the older bro, but that changed with the Voice inhabiting his mind and body.  But it was clear to even the Voice that he (Craig) was indeed dangerous.
	‘I have an idea.’ the Voice said--this after a few troublesome hours of dodging his brother.  The mother was taking Gabby out shopping, big sis Amelia was out with friends and Tray was destined with a date with Craig’s wrath.
	But, Craig was firstly in a one-on-one convo with the dad of the family--seems as though an entry level position was opening up in the fire department.  This gave Tray the time necessary to enact the Voice’s plan.  When Craig finally got away from his insistent father, he sought out his little brother to pound on him.
	Faced down in the hallway Tray bitched,
	“Why do you think I had something to do with your stash?  There’s other people in this house too, you know!?”
	Craig had to pause a moment and gulp.  Then, 
	“You’re the only idiot that would dare go into my room!”  which was not far from the truth as Tray was pissed that he had been bumped out of his room when the drop-out college boy came back home.
	Tray shook his head, “Gabby and Vance go in there all the time, playing hide-n-seek.”
	The look on Craig’s face was classic, ashen.
	“I told them to stay out!” he almost screamed in a panic.
	“Yeah, and you think they’re gonna listen just ‘cause you say?”
	On his own, Craig flew into the younger siblings’ room and thrashed it.  Tray waited in the hall for the scream.
	“Noooooooo!” he found it.  His stash in among the kids toys in their toy box--what was left of his stash.

*

Ambitious Desires
	People were playing in the park, chasing flying discs with their dogs, chasing volley balls, chasing each other.  The day was warm but nice.  Tray sat at a small table waiting for Shaun.  He was late.  If he didn’t show up soon the day was shot to hell.
	‘Hmmmmm, take a look at three o’clock.’
	Slowly Tray looked at to his right and saw only a small little girl wandering about.  He didn’t see anybody near her and she was too young to be off on her own.
	‘Let’s take a walk.’
	Tray didn’t grumble but sighed, ‘Ok.’

	The little girl was no more than five, no more.  Bouncy ultra curly blond hair to her shoulders, bright blue eyes, creamy white skin, angelical face.  Short pants and a simple top made her clothes, a small plastic pink watch and a candy necklace she was chewing on.
	Unawares to Tray, the Voice helped the situation along with his extending narly mind powers.  The child “warmed” up to Tray and Tray was encouraged to make tracks behind the brick bathroom.
	Behind the bathroom was a space of five feet.  Then there were bushes and shrubs so thick a rabbit wouldn’t go.  But there were ways in among the shrubbery to a small private clearing.  Here the child was eased down, her name was Miranda.
	‘Slid her pants down.’ the Voice said.
	Tray gulped, he had a funny feeling inside him.
	‘Do it, and I’ll let you in on a secret you don’t know.’
	Tray paused a moment, 
	‘Yer not gonna hurt her, she’s not gonna know what happened, we’re just gonna hump on her.’
	Tray looked down to the ground, sighed a big sigh and slowly slid Miranda’s short pants down to her ankles.  Followed by her yellow “duckie” panties.  Her blue “duckie” shirt was pushed up and Tray’s pants and underwear pushed down.  He then positioned himself between the girl’s legs, his hard cock riding up and down the girl’s slit.
	As he pumped he “got into it.”  the groove of the deed done intensified and put young Tray Cooper into a serious euphoric state of being.  He closed his eyes and humped intently until such a time as he was not aware of the heinous deed he did do--which was penetration.
	But at the apex of his euphoric state of being--he didn’t care.
	And once inside the girl’s virgin cunny the feeling was ten-fold in its intensity.  He pumped vigorously with vim and dire determination.  Despite the Voice’s “hold” on the girl’s mind, she made sounds of displeasure and cried out as she was breeched.

	With no sign of best bud Shaun, Tray got into a game with some others playing volley ball.  He liked the game but mostly to see the older girls’ titties bob and jostle.  His cock and balls (mostly cock) ached terribly.  He had used the little girl’s own panties to clean himself and the girl, then dressed her (minus her panties) and sneaked her into the bathroom and left her there.
	There were, of course, other friends other than Shaun.  And there were “more” friends since he had put the school bully Klancy in his place.  Tray was a very popular guy.  After playing in the park some of the kids were making for the malt shoppe.  Tray was asked to come along and he would be treated.
	Tray was a go.
	A couple of malts and slaps on the back, even strong recognition from older boys.  Tray was in glory.
	Reeling in his accolades and realizing that it was getting late in the afternoon he headed for home.  A block from Hyde St. and home a small group of boys he saw lingering on the sidewalk at the stoop of an apartment building.  When he turned around, another small group was behind him.
	Ut-oh.
	Quickly he dashed (foolishly) into the alley between the two buildings.  At the other end was a small service street that led to a back alley that would get him home.
	Unfortunately, that other end was blocked by MORE boys.
	Turning around again--Klancy Pimpton stood smacking his fist.
	And he was pissed.

	It wasn’t a fair fight, as many as four boys rushed Tray and held him firm while Lard Ass Klancy waddled up.  Klancy had a round face, small eyes, big teeth, small gums.  (small brain, too)  He was forty some pounds overweight, one ear was BIGGER than the other, and he was seriously pissed off.
	He let fly a sudden flurry of fists that connected hard to Tray’s young body--before Tray suddenly connected with his knee to Klancy’s balls.  With inhuman strength Tray wriggled out from the boys who were holding him and it was unbelievable; like an Asian fighter or something Tray flew madly into the pudgy turd until there was blood spewing from the Klancy’s nose.
	‘Stand yer pose!’ the Voice blared into Tray’s head.
	Tray was pissed to.  He hurt badly, his chest and stomach, ‘Why’d you let him hit me?’
	‘Cause,’ answered the Voice, ‘the fucking next time I tell ya to do something, do it!’ then, ‘None of this pussy wimping out bullshit.’
	The 12th Street gang stood around the defeated pugilist-thug bully.
	Tray stood his fighter’s stance.
	One of the boys of the neighboring 12th Street came forward to face Tray.  He nodded his head in an approving manner.  “You’re cool with us.” he said.
	Tray was shocked.  That was good.  That was cool!
	The gang assembled and left.  Tray hocked a loogie onto the bleeding beat-the-shit-out-of Klancy and went on his way.

	Tray scooted on home.
	“You said something about a “secret?”
	‘Ah, yeah, let’s get in the house first.’
	No one was home--or so thought.
	Tray went to the bathroom for a pee and a look at his face.  Klancy HAD managed to get his face, his right cheek was turning color.  His chest hurt and arms hurt (from where the 12th Street boys had held him during the initial melee.)
	‘Check your sister’s room, Amelia’s.’
	Tray complied and found sister Amelia crashed out on her bed.
	‘She’s passed out.’ said the Voice in Tray’s head.
	Tray said nothing but slowly made his way to her.
	‘Is she alright?’ Tray asked.
	‘Oh she’s fine, been using some of your brother’s stash herself.’
	‘No way!’
	‘Way!’
	‘Wow.’

	‘Ease ’em down, slowly.’
	Tray was nervous.  So many things could go wrong.  There WAS a desire to see Amelia naked, even in her panties.  But the risks involved were pretty high--anyone could walk in on him and that would be bad.  Very bad.  Then, Amelia herself could wake up.
	‘Not a chance,’ soothed the Voice, ’she’s way out and not due back for a long-long time.’
	And the various family members were “out”, too, and not due back until close to dinner time. 
	So he was relatively safe.
	Relatively.
	Light pink nylon hi-cut panties she wore.  She had a serious “muff”, too.  Tray was naked, his cock extremely hard.  His mind was jarred and then some upon learning that Amelia and Craig were “doing it.”  he was stunned.  And they were “doing it” right in the house!
	Down came Amelia’s undies.
	Tray had to pause for a long lingering moment to ogle the pussy.
	Seventeen year old snatch.  A nice little fur burger that had just a scooch sign of being well fucked.  ‘Give it a kiss.’ encouraged the Voice.
	Tray hesitated a moment, not that he didn’t WANT to, but…
	He sighed, his chest still hurt and his face was beginning to.  He licked his lips and down onto his sister’s snatch box he went.
	It was a little musty smelling and there was a slight taste of “urine.”
	Tray parted the girl’s “lips” and really went to town.
	Amelia didn’t stir a bit.
	Tray lay on her, nestling his cock right on her poon, scooching up her shirt and removing it--followed by her bra.  There was nothing left to do but “stick it in her” and fuck.
	So he did.

	Amelia’s poon wasn’t tight.  But to Tray, it wasn’t the lack of “snugness” that got him off.  Just the simple fact of screwing his sister!  Tray got off and them some, cumming that is.  He felt (and the Voice in his head concurred) that it was more of tremendous blow out than what he had given previously.
	He suckled on his sister’s titties then grinded on her pussy until he was near exhausted.  After that he went thru the process of dressing her, but not wiping her down or anything.  He then fled the house, he had a couple hours before actually having to be home.
	He returned to the park but Shaun was still a no-go.  The presence of an angry mother and father and a pair of cops sent Tray off in another direction, little Miranda he had boffed earlier was there in the midst and he didn’t want to take any chances.
	Slowly Tray made his way towards Shaun’s apartment building, something had to be up.  Shaun, though, had a propensity for getting his ass into trouble.  He was halfway along when across the street a small gaggle of girls he knew he saw.
	‘How’s yer cock?’ asked the Voice in his head.
	‘Rarin’ to go!’ replied an always horny Tray.

Who’s road this is I don’t know
	“You alright?”
	“Fuck if I know.”  he was tired, something fucked was going on in his noggin he couldn’t rightly finger out.  A vision?  Hallucination?  Psychosis? Or a little of all three plus more?
	After leaving the Forrest’s SUV the group of Skyler-Jake & Co. had wandered down a lone one lane rutted road until dark.  Thankfully it didn’t get cold.  Everyone was hungry, thirsty, and plenty frightened.  Skyler and Jake were pissed at their being so lost.  They couldn’t figure it.  They had no food, no weapons, no idea where the hell they were.  They sat in silence as the darkness fell around them.
	They musta been exhausted, Jake and Skyler, they fell into a deep slumber not awakening until day break.  It was a solemn group, their destiny was uncertain.  
	It was the young ones who found that the green wheat that grew in abundance all around them was sweet and delicious and eating enough of it not only turned your tongue and mouth green, but filled your tummy.
	After the sun had risen some they began walking again.
	No one spoke.  What was there to say?  The horror of the group’s experience still haunted the younger members, fifteen year old Crystal, too.  They all walked in the nude taking small breaks now and then as well as grabbing handfuls of nourishment when needed.
	At noon they came to a four foot berm.  The road they were on went to it and ended.  Just like that.  On top of the berm was another road, one lane, rutted with grassy vegetation growing in the middle.
	On the other side of the berm--nothing.  Flat land stretching out to the horizon.  Bare brown dirt with patches of green grass or what passed for grass.  Looking left down the road there seemed to be a structure in the distance.

	A pile of rocks.  Huge limestone and shale, granite and rustic boulders in a huge pile.  It was the only thing out of place in the entire area.  Jake and Skyler scrambled onto the rocks finding a small cave near the top.  Jake ventured within finding a cool room and a pool of water.
	The water was delicious!
	There were tubers growing in the water and they, too, were delicious!
	The group all assembled and soaked their nude worn out bodies in the pool, the pool (pond) was no more than ten feet across and six feet deep.  It was refreshing and the tubers within seriously helped ease their ails.  All that was left was to rest and sleep.
	Well, there was a bit more…
	When sufficiently rested, Skyler winked to Jake, Jake smiled and mouthed, ‘which one?’  Skyler looked over the group and shrugged, ‘does it matter?’
	Nope, sure didn’t!

	Crystal McCoy.  She was pretty.  (pretty nasty!)  Skyler looked her over, smoothing his hand over her slumbering body.  She was both under the influence of the watery tubers that rendered anyone eating them to become very-very sleepy as well as mildly under Skyler’s bizarre abilities.
	She was also utterly exhausted.
	Skyler tongued out her snatch and slid his finger into her asshole.  She stirred not a bit.  Jake scooted up on his knees and rubbed his wicked schlong against her mouth popping it in eventually and having a real good blast.
	When Jake finished emptying his tool of splooge into Crystal’s mouth, he noticed that they were being watched.  He nudged the still pumping Skyler.
	Ten year old Paul Bothman was awake.  He sat with his back against the roundish wall of the cave, knees up, cock and balls exposed with a bit of a boner going.
	Skyler quickened his pace and did his deed.  He enjoyed every bit of it before relinquishing and nodding for the young boy to come over.  Timidly the boy crawled over, eyes feasting not only on Crystal’s cum soaked cunt, but Skyler’s cum squirting cock.
	“Wanna fuck her?” Jake asked off the cuff.
	Paul rolled a shoulder.  He kinda-sorta already HAD, earlier in the mine with the psycho Packard Ghash.  But this time would be different, he wasn’t force or was being threatened or beaten.  Just strongly encouraged.
	And so he did.

	Paul only paused when Skyler rubbed his ass.  The boy continued humping until he got his nut.  It wasn’t a big nut but it was satisfactorily enough to be pleasing to the young boy and he definitely wanted to do it again.  (and again--and again--and again…)

	Suzanne Wong.  The girl had been thoroughly traumatized, both she and her sister had.  They all had which made it a bit of a quandary for Skyler and Jake.  There was the strong desire to “do” them, but morally they felt the twinge-tug of “Nah, you shouldn’t.”
	But after staring at the lovely eleven year old Chinese girl, Jake was tonguing out her young cunny, mouthing it fully and breathing his hot breath into her.  The girl moved about a little but was too tired and had consumed her share of those watery “sleep-aids.”  
	Skyler rolled the still slumbering Crystal over, parting her cheek and nodding for Paul to “stick her” in the ass (hole.)  kinda nervously the boy did so.  And liked it--once he got going and fucking and finding the backdoor much more tighter about his young prong than her front door.
	“Will they know?” asked Paul curiously (after he had humped his fill into Crystal’s ass.)
	“Nope.” answered Jake.
	“Cool.” replied Paul.
	Skyler was still busy with Suzanne.
	Jake turned his attention to Kim.

	Paul sat up against the eight year old’s head, his cock “felt funny” he said to Jake.  Jake smiled with a glazed look in his eyes.  “That’s kinda normal,” he told the boy, “it’ll get better.” he said, ‘or worse.’
	The ten year old boy smiled a wavering smile and humped himself into Kim Wong’s mouth.  The girl’s eleven year old sister was being seriously scrogged by Skyler nearby; her legs wrapped up about the nude teen’s waist, her nipples on her young breasts were perky and she wallowed about in a strange slumbering nightmare of being raped and assaulted by Ghash--unaware that she was actually being pegged by another!
	Jake was in Kim, his cock barely fit but the girl had been fingered strongly and raped lightly by Packard previously, somewhat breaking her in.  Not really wanting to hurt the child he pulled out and had Paul do the deed, his cock was smaller and wouldn’t cause as much damage.
	
	Young Lindsy and Michelle.  They were merely six years young and therefore regarded as far too young to be messed with.  Well, it never stopped them before!  Skyler and Jake had no morals, none.  Skyler lay on his back while naked ten year old Paul straddled his chest, holding up the unconscious Lindsy while Skyler underneath noshed on the child’s poon.
	Jake had Michelle on her back licking out her cunny and when he was at the stage of ultimate orgasmic pleasure he quickly sat up and masturbated, emptying his tool onto the child’s cunny.  As he emptied he lay his organ against her flesh and humped until he was well spent.
	Skyler coerced Paul to fuck Lindsy.  Paul laid out on his back and Skyler helped position the six year old onto the boy and guide his young bone into the unbroken cunny and break it in.
	“Dude!  What the hell--?” blurted a coming-around Blake.
	“Just a little fun!” smiled Skyler, ‘relax, join us.’
	Blake fended off the first mind assault, but accepted the second and got onto Crystal, his first choice.  Skyler saw in the boy’s mind, though, that he actually liked (would like) to boff Suzanne with a little desire to do her eight year old sister, too.  Lindsy and Michelle were too young for him.

*

	One by one the girls came around.  They were groggy and sore--and sticky!  (but none the wiser for what had happened)  the girls were a little more accepting of the blatant nudity and before long they were willingly giving in to the boys’ sexual desires.  There was not even a bat of an eye or outburst when the boys poked (one way or another) Lindsy and Michelle.

There is more to life than fucking…
	After a time, and going out of the cave to see if the scenery had changed (and it hadn’t) there was naught (else) to do but explore.  It seemed as though that the cave was more than they thought, there was a small passage to the rear of the roundish cave.  They had to crawl on their hands and knees, climb up and then slither along on their bellies to reach a new cavern.
	Once there, Jake stared for a long while at a shimmering pool.  It was unlike any other pool he knew.  A shimmering pool.  Sand was all about in a three foot beach.  On a dare, to himself, he touched the pool.
	It felt like water.  
	There was no taste to it, though.
	There was no way to tell how deep it was, it was like a silvery sheen that even cupping the “water” in his hand he couldn’t see even his palm.
	All about the new cave their were small caches (okay, niches.)  
	“I think I’ve been here before.” Jake said aloud.
	Skyler looked around, “But there’s no other way out.” he looked for the sliding slab of stone they had slid into some time before.  But there wasn’t one, the cave was enclosed.
	In some of the niches there were skulls, the same kind of skulls they had seen in the other cave.  These niches, though, seemed different than the others--these niches were more roughly hewn, more like they had been simply hollowed out and not trimmed.
	A stone tablet was found in one of the niches.  Its writing was too archaic for the boys to understand.  Another tablet had “pictures” etched onto the brown stone.  That didn’t help, either.
	“Whoa!  Check this out!” chimed Jake.  From one of the niches he pulled out a handful of trinkets--beads and necklaces, wrist bands, goblets, and the like all in high quality bronze, pewter and GOLD!
	Then, from out of the gloom of one side of the cave where the cave was with formed rocks and such, a figure emerged.  A tall figure draped in a gray cloak!  It moved slowly and only by perception did the boys notice it.  
	Both boys froze and then froze solid when they saw the wriggling worms dancing on the creature’s skull.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!”
	“Holy shit!”
	And when from out of the middle of the creature’s torso mid section a jutting wavering protrusion emerged, Jake fell into the shimmering pool.

	Skyler floundered about the bank reaching in, trying not to fall in himself and keeping wary of where and how close the gray cloaked creature was.  There was no sign (or feel) of his friend.

	Jake “surfaced” gasping for air.  “SON-OF-A-BITCH!” he gasped.  He swam flounderingly to shore and pulled himself onto it.  His mind was frapped--and then some.  He lay panting and spurting before rolling onto his backside.
	“SHIT!” he yelled.  He hated stuff happening to him.
	After a moment or two, or three, he sat up.
	Daylight was streaming in from a hole off center of where he was.
	A stone slab there was.  A familiar slab.
	“What the fuck?” he drawled.  He stared into the water.  He was highly confused.  Slowly on numb legs and scrambled to the stone slab and peered up.  Daylight there was.  Lots of it.  Hot warm air greeted him.  As before, he had a hell of time picking his way up to the top of the cave and looked about, desert.  Lots and lots of desert, ‘cept to the one side where there were a few trees and a building, and a garage next to it.
	Ma’s Eats, Pa’s Garage.
	He was home.