August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 5
Redemption

Spy Games (cont.)
	His bone was near ready to bust out of his pants, he had to get some “penetrating” relief soon or he was going to bust.  He was getting no closer to finding Seth, but he WAS closer into getting some well deserved nookie.  After his brief encounter with the Mastiff, Forrest slithered on his way until coming to the side of a house where from an open window he heard a melodic melody.
	The voice was near perfect, and young.
	It was worth a looksee.
	Inside was a girl’s bedroom done up in a blue scheme.  On the full size bed was a girl of nine or so, her blue pleated skirt up and her blue cotton panties down.
	Her legs were open and she was “busy.”
	And not with her fingers.
	She had a teddy bear (with a blue kerchief about its neck) and she was--well, humping the bear!  She sang a song while she humped, or got humped, her young fingers about the bear’s furry ass, she seemed to be in another world and only mildly into the act of humping.
	Suddenly the girl stopped singing, bit her lower lip and took on a facial expression that was only akin to orgasm.  She shuddered and then began a bout of undulating her entire young body.  
	Forrest then could see that there was an “attachment” to the bear, a small four inch “probe”.  a dildo!
	The girl placed her fingers about the bear “cock” and rubbed the slightly bulbous head up and down her enthralled cunt, she scooted down some on the bed, opening her legs wider and gliding the makeshift dong against her cunny as she succumbed to the ultimate desire.
	Did Forrest see a whimsical “smile” on the bear?
	The girl, “Becky”, lay the bear to one side, its little bear dick stick straight up.  It was “attached” by what appeared to be a strap-on, just one for younger pussy.  Becky had her undies up to mid thigh when at the door her mother appeared.
	The mother smiled sweetly, “Everything okay?” she asked.
	Becky nodded, “Uh-huh.” she was a typical child, long straight blond hair with one single braid with a blue ribbon.  On both sides of her pretty noggin were blue berets.  Perfectly straight white teeth, good posture, well poised, and damn cute.  Damn cute.  On the walls of her blue bedroom were pictures of ponies, some were real horseys while others were handmade, Becky made.  There were trophies and awards for her “artistic” endeavors, she also had an award for best student, attendance, honor and so on as well as some awards for her musical talent with the flute.
	The girl slid her lovely legs off of the bed and finished cinching up her panties.  Her mother gently reminded her to “go wash herself” when done with the bear.  The girl turned a little red but nodded and happily scooted barefooted to the hall bathroom.  The mother looked at the bear with a glance and moved on.
	It was an opportunity Forrest wasn’t willing to waste.

                                                          *

Fun with Dick and Jane--without Jane
	The situation couldn’t be more intense.  The girls in the forest rolled about slathering their bodies in sweat--sex sweat, and sex juice.  Butt bare assed nakedly Megan and Holly pounded their poons against one another doing the “scissor” action.  There was some spanking and peeing on one another and then…
	…then it got a little out of hand.
	Grandpa Noah had always heard of some girls (usually those girls south of the boarder) doing really odd things with horses and goats and mules.  He had never witnessed it but had seen girls doing odd things with snakes and bottles and candles.
	The two teens paused a moment in their forest frolic and Noah thought it was time to move on, the girls were through.  But there was more.  After a brief rest the girls stood, holding one another, kissing, hands groping one another and preparing for Round Two.  But it was not to be with one another.  Slowly Holly slipped her arms about her horse and lovingly wrapped her arms about it’s great neck.
	Megan caressed Holly’s ass, then stroked the great beast along its mane.  There were strange smiles between the two, something wicked in their eyes gleaming.  Holly’s horsey whinnied and shuffled his stance.  His tail flipped and Megan went to her knees.
	Jason beside Noah gulped and held his eyes open wide, mouth wider, watching in awesome awe as the sixteen year old girl began a tedious task of stroking the great animal.
	Holly continued stroking the horse’s neck, nuzzling her face into it and then stepping around the opposite side of the animal and dropping down to her knees as well.  
	Megan ran a hand up and down the sheath of “Moxy”, its penis elongating more and more, dropping down nearly to the ground.  Holly placed her fingers about the lengthy prong and began caressing it.
	It was too captivating to NOT watch.
	Both girls worked Moxy’s cock, strengthening it and working it into a near frenzy.  Megan was first (again) to began the task of sucking.  She popped the great head of the horse cock into her mouth and sucked.  She frigged her pussy as she did so.  Noah had his hand on Jason’s ass, Jason masturbated and kept his eyes on the girls.
	Both girls took a turn at sucking on the horse dong.
	Both worked the horse dong until it began to squirt great gobs of horse cum.  Both girls received copious amounts of jiz all over them, their faces and chest and down to their poons.
	Then, Holly lay out underneath the great beast and with her friend Megan helping, she took the horse dick to her twat.  Megan lifted Holly’s legs, Holly held her hips/waist up as like she would do during the bicycle exercise, her legs going up around Moxy’s body.  Megan glided the horsey cock up and down Holly’s cunt, trying to push the tip end into Holly’s entrance.
	Moxy swung his head about, whinnied, shifted his weight, farted, and emptied a little more of his jiz.  Megan fingered the splooge, delving her fingers into Holly’s fiery cunt and then--then she went down on her friend, licking the freshly spilled cum!
	The girls once more frolicked with one another, kissing, pussy humping, the whole bit.  Then, it was Megan’s turn, virtually the same thing--just to the other horse, Valiant.
	(Holly tried to stuff Valiant’s cock into Meg’s asshole, surprisingly it almost fit!)
	The two strange-strange girls wallowed in horse piss and even some horse shit!  The rubbed the horse cocks all over them, sucking them and seemingly unable to get enough.  They finally slipped off to a nearby creek for a good washing off.
	It gave Noah and Jason they needed to cum and make themselves scarce.

Naughty is as Naughty Does
	To say the least the woman was mildly shocked, not alarmed, but shocked.  She didn’t rant, or even run.  She was a little panicky but managed somehow to maintain control of herself.
	Including her daughter, Becky; the girl with the bear with the strap-on!
	Both mother and daughter were escorted into the mother’s bedroom.
	All was quiet and quite serene.  
	Both were nervous but didn’t show any outward signs of extreme stress as most would in the typical situation.  
	“Take off your clothes.” the Intruder told them.  The woman gulped, pursed her lips, closed her hands; her hands hovered at the top button to her beige blouse.  She nodded (to herself?) and then began undoing the buttons.
	“Close the door.” the Intruder told the girl.
	Timidly the child did so.  She wore white socks, a light blue blouse and a matching pleated skirt.  She WAS cute.  The epitome of cute.  The Intruder’s cock surged and couldn’t wait.
	The mother, Nancy, had stripped off the blouse and lowered her designer jeans.  White panties, full brief, with a simple bra.  The Intruder took her in, having her turn around and bend over.  The woman complied, doing so all by eye contact and head nods from the man she did not know.
	Nancy also placed her hands on her ass and pulled them apart, sliding her nylon undies down exposing the right cheek--without being told to do so in any way.  It didn’t bother the Intruder, a little, but it helped ease things and allow the situation to be less stressful.
	The girl, Becky, still didn’t exhibit outward signs of distress, either.  Just concern.  The Intruder smiled at her, he rubbed himself--the girl’s eyes fell on his doing and she grew a little more concerned.
	The Intruder stepped up to the mother and tapped her ass, having her to get onto her bed.  She did so.  She removed her panties on her own and that annoyed the Intruder.  She was too willing.  He realized and knew that the whole point of sexual assault was the “assault” part, the power over another.
	Nancy spread her legs and closed her eyes.  The Intruder began undressing.  Becky gulped and held her breath, eyes watching as the strange intruder stripped to the skin.  Her mouth fell open as she saw his massive cock.  The Intruder turned to face her, he stroked his cock, waggled it, then climbed onto the bed, crawling up between the mother’s legs.
	Nancy prepared herself for a fucking like no other.  The Intruder was gentle, gliding his prong up and down the woman’s entrance, resting his lengthy dong against her fevered lips.  He locked his arms above her, eyes roving about her breasts and face.  He then raised his hips and guided his cock into her poon hands free.
	Nancy clenched as she was invaded, she firstly clutched at the bed covers and then to the man “raping” her.  Her back arched and then her hips thrusted forth in time with his “out”.  A rhythm they came to find and they did fuck for several long minutes.
	The woman was in “need.”  She sweated, she moaned and undulated in a lovemaking mode expelling her juices repeatedly as she came four times (at least) to his one.
	The Intruder took a moment to himself to rest, he then snaked down her body to tongue lash her cunny, plunge a finger up her corn hole, and become more ready for another round.

	They kissed.  Their bodies meshed and the Intruder’s intrusion ploughed nicely into the woman’s cock hungry cunt.  No other sounds were there ‘cept the man’s balls slapping; mixed in with a few moans and groans all from the woman.
	Becky, standing by her mother’s desk had a hand up her skirt.  She looked a fright, but wasn’t “frightened” per se.  
	“Take your panties down, to your knees.” called out the Intruder.
	The girl gulped, looked to her mother and there was a slight nod, ‘go ahead.’ Nancy nodded back and eased her blue tinted undies to her knees.  Then, on her own, she raised her skirt to reveal herself to the Intruder.  The Intruder liked, he fucked the woman beneath him more and drove her to the very brink of orgasmic oblivion.

	The juices flowed.  And flowed.  And flowed.  Torrents of orgasmic shudders seethed thru her body uncontrollably.  Barely could she concentrate to watch as the Intruder continued--but not with her.  After some rest the invader eased off the bed and came before Becky.  His cock was limp, but not for long.  He eyed the girl as he would a special dessert…

	                                               *

Narly and Naughty
	Still reeling from what they had recently viewed, Grandpa Noah and Jason found themselves in ultra horny mood.  The simple jerking off and fondling one another wasn’t going to cut it--when they had moved safely away from the teen horse lovers Jason “assumed” the position and spread his cheeks.  Noah supplied his cock to the boy’s young tender ass and entered him.
	Jason leaned forward and lightly fondled his cock.  Noah reached around the boy and fondled, squeezing the boy’s balls and fucked the boy into sexual oblivion.
	For Jason’s “relief” need, Noah sucked the boy off.
	Noah didn’t want to stay or stray too far from the New Digs.  Despite the seclusion of the underground abode and the security measures, on site presence was better.

What you would do (if you could get away with it?)
	For a moment or two (or three) they were kinda sorta lost.  Noah feared it would happen, he was not a landlubber and his internal directional finder didn’t work as well as it did when at sea.  Noah was a seaman, a merchant of the seas who at one time had commanded his own boat.  It was time to take a breather and try to get bearings.
	During this breather time sounds were heard, people sounds.  Noah and Jason made themselves scarce and listened intently to get bearings on whoever was about.  
	It was Jason who spied them, two teens, a boy and a girl, picking their way along with backpacks on their backs.  Possible boyfriend/girlfriend.  The boy was a head taller than the girl, thick curly dark blond hair, broad shouldered about sixteen-ish.
	The girl was a short straight dark haired girl, not bad looking, approx. fifteen years.
	The two made their way precariously along a narrow trail on the other side of a large gully.  Both seemed to be well attired for their trek, but being teenagers trekking alone in a world still full of chaos wasn’t good.  They both wore jeans, the girl had an open boy’s shirt with a blue tee-shirt underneath.  Her breasts bounced nicely as she moved steadily along before the boy.
	Suddenly, the girl slipped.
	Madly she tried to catch herself, as did the boy try to catch her.  The branch of the straggly pine she had slipped thru her hands and smacked the boy in the face sending him sprawling.  The girl went tumbling, rolling, sliding down the rocky dirt exposed gully.
	It wasn’t a long roll, sixty feet or so.
	It was the big rock at the bottom that was the problem.  The girl clunked her head on the rock and lay heap.  The boy called out, “Melly!” and made his way down the gully side, too.  He tripped, slipped, and stumbled and nearly broke his neck getting to the near-lifeless form of the girl.  He shock her and found she had a head wound.  He wrapped her head with a handkerchief and did first aid.  He looked around to see if there was any help about.
	Noah and Jason remained hidden.

	It seemed as though the girl merely had a nasty bump to the noggin.  The boy fretted over the girl, checked her pulse in several places, gave her some water and checked her head repeatedly.  After a time there was naught to do but wait.  Twice he seemed to be on the verge of upping and trekking off for help, but he, like Noah and Jason, seemed to be a little disorientated (lost.)
	The boy made a small fire, checked the girl, “Melly” a few more times then napped (briefly).
	Noah considered moving on, but also lending a hand in the boy’s plight.  Just then the boy awoke, stretched, farted, and stepped just to the boundary of the fire light.  He took a whiz.
	When he came back he checked the girl again, sighed and his hand “accidentally” brushed against her right breast mound.  The boy, “Randy” paused.  He seemed nervous.  He gulped and stared at the girl’s chest for a long while.  Darkness was descending quickly, the boy was going nowhere in the dark.
	Timidly, keeping an eye on the girl’s face, Randy worked his hands down the girl’s body, checking her legs and so on.  He raised her pants’ legs and could see scrapes and bumps, bruises, etc.  The shoes were undone and removed.
	Randy once more moved his hands up to the girl’s thighs.  He paused, gulped, and gently-ever so gently gave a light squeeze to the girl’s groin.  No reaction from Melly (Melody) whatsoever.  She was deeply unconscious.
	The boy then undone the jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping.  
	Gently he pulled the flaps back.  Then sat back with his hands on his on thighs.  In his mind he was going over and over, contemplating his actions.  Nothing happened for several minutes.  Then, Randy’s busy hands moved up and down the girl’s torso, squeezing the mounds and tensing up.  Getting a little more daring, Randy’s hands slipped up under the deep green tee-shirt, the shirt was moved up to expose the breasts concealed in a nice lovely teenage bra.
	Randy quickly addressed the problem growing in his pants--by unzipping and unfurling his cock.  Quickly he humped his hand and then--more daringly took his girlfriend’s hand and wrapped her fingers about it.
	Slowly his jeans and underwear were worked down, having the girl fondle his balls and then caress his bare ass.  The boy rocked on his knees, he was in some agony.  Some.
	His actions increased tenfold as he had his unconscious sister stroke him more and more, fondle his balls as well as his ass--he locked the girl’s ankles together and raised her legs.  He paused to take a long gander at her in her panties, his bone becoming stronger if not stiffer.  His agony increased.
	At length the girl’s jeans were worked down to her ankles, followed by her panties.  The unconscious girl’s head was checked, gently she was shaken at the shoulders, then her breasts were fondled and soon the shirt was pulled up and the bra cups lifted up to expose the fleshy mounds of delight.
	Randy’s eyes went from Melly’s titties to her bare naked poon.  He didn’t know which the “delight” in/on first.  He squeezed the bare mounds firstly, tweaking the nipples--watching/waiting for any adverse reaction.  Seeing none the boy tempted fate and began fingering the girl’s poon.
	He spread the “lips” and Noah with the help of the hi-tech binoculars made the determination that she was NOT a virgin.  Randy delved his fingers into the poon, there was slight movement, nothing conscious--just normal bodily reactions.
	Randy eyed the poon, eyed it closely to the point of licking it.  He spread her legs wide--wider and helped himself to tonguing the poon until his cock demanded his attention.
	Out of his clothes he came, slowly.  He shook the girl at her shoulders then mounted her, easing his prick against the folds of her entrance and humping.  He took a hand of Melly’s and made her rub his ass.  Soon he was into it too much and he raised his hips and guided his missile into her.
	There was slight reaction on Melly’s face, but nothing to indicate she was “waking” up.  Randy paused a moment in fright.  Then he began a slow and steady process of fucking.
	Melly (Melody) was waking up.  She was right at the brink of “awakening” but still unable to fully do so.  Randy continued every effort to bring himself to the glory of glories.  The boy pumped faster and faster, virtually dragging the girl’s shoulders as he struggled to achieved the ultimate goal.
	At last, though, he did manage and he collapsed onto the still unconscious girl.  He panted and sweated, his cock still embedded into the girl’s pussy, still cumming.  
	With all his might Randy finally managed to sluff himself off of the girl and roll off onto his back.  Cum jutted out of his cock as well as the girl’s poon.  He made a moan and a groan and began to pee.
	He didn’t care, the stream of urine splashed onto his sweaty belly and he didn’t care.  The girl beside him stirred some, moaning and groaning herself.
	With all his “strength” zapped out of him he needed several minutes to recover.  Melly showed signs of coming around more and more.  Randy scrambled to pull the girl’s clothes up, he fumbled and didn’t have time to dress him, Melly came around.
	She was still delirious and not overly aware of what had happened.
	Her clothes were rumbled and not quite “fitting” as they should be.
	And Randy was still nude, with cum leaking out of his softened prick.
	Randy scrambled about to clothe himself, at least to get some pants on.  He fussed over the girl, she tried to sit up, rolled over to one side and vomited.  

                                                         *

	Becky trembled and shook as the manly manhood wavered stiffly before her.  Her nostrils wrinkled up as there was a slight pungent odor linger about the mighty Invader’s member; small globs of man juice oozed out of the pee hole, too.
	The woman on the bed looked on in some horror.  “Please!” she said in a pleading voice, “Don’t hurt her.”
	The Invader took the mother’s words to heart.  He had no intention of hurting little Becky.  He smiled at the frightened child, but noted she was not overly frightened despite the unmitigated gall of the nude Invader masturbating before her.
	He nodded to the child, she didn’t understand the unspoken “nod” command, she looked up to the tall man with serious five-o’clock shadow.  He was muscular and rugged, and naked.  
	His hand reached out for hers, Becky took his hand and it was placed on the 7-inch schlong before her.  She stroked the member, and was awed at its warmth and size.  Her fingers barely could wrap about the girthy dong, the Invader closed his hands about her young fingers and worked them back and forth, squeezing the meat and slowly jerking off.
	He inched closer to her face to the point of when there was contact.  He rubbed his prong against her sweet face, brushing against her lips and nose and both sides of her face.
	The mother, Nancy, sat on the edge of the bed watching.
	With a gentle hand to the back of Becky’s head, the Invader made slow penetration into her mouth.  The girl trembled some but didn’t unenthusiastically object.  She continued to tremble and shake, but nothing more.
	The taste of cock in her mouth was a first.  She made several faces and clenched her young body up as inch by mammoth inch of manhood slid into her mouth.
	There was some gagging and retching, too.
	The cock inched inward to the back of her mouth, then pulled out and rubbed on her face and throat--then back in.  just a few in and outs and then the cock rested on the girl’s face up against her forcing the girl to nuzzle his furry testicles.
	Gently he helped the girl out of her clothes, helping her step out of her panties.  Once the child was nude she was looked over.  She turned about with a gentle touch to her shoulder in the direction she should turn.  With her back to the Invader, the young girl bent over (on her own) and spread her cheeks for the man’s viewing.
	And he did view.  On his knees he splayed the girl’s cheeks and examined closely her backdoor--with his eyes and then his fingers and then his tongue.  The mother remained sitting on the edge of the bed.
	Up against the girl’s bare bum the Invader’s cock came, humping the flesh and dragging itself up and down the young crack, poking the hole.
	“She’s not been done there.” spoke a quivering voice from the mother.
	The Invader took it to note, he pressed himself against the girl’s bum hole, dragging up and down the crack before turning her around and taking her to the bed.  He looked to the mother and just by the look the mother helped.
	Nancy held (but not too hard) her daughter Becky down on the bed, positioning her mostly.  The Invader up against the bed bringing young Becky against him, his manhood against her fuckable cunt.  In the dim light of the room the girl looked lovely.  He almost smiled.  
	The Invader’s cock was significantly “bigger” than the strap-on on the bear.  Gently, though, he made slight penetration to the girl’s poon.  Becky’s legs parted, coming up alongside the man’s chest.  Penetration was done slowly, very slowly.  A time or two the schlong’s head eased out and grinded against the soft suppleness of the hairless poon.
	This was done repeatedly, each “penetration” had the cock going further inward until there was much resistance, the fullness of the cock in the young tightness of the cunny had been met.  She could take no more.
	The Invader had no intention of seriously injuring the girl, he braced against the bed and began a steady bout of fucking.  The girl’s mother holding her slightly distraught child at bay, it was far different getting laid by a man’s dick than it was a bear’s!

	The cum drenched the girl’s pussy, inside and out.  When the cock popped out of the young hairless twat a long strand of cum exploded from the piss slit of the Invader, shooting up along the girl’s body.  The man continued fucking until he was well drained.
	Barely was there any strength, he went to his knees and began diddling his fingers in his spunk, fingering the girl’s pussy and then plunging his cum laden finger(s) into her super tight still virginal asshole.  He had the girl turn over.
	His hands smoothed over the smooth butt, a little spanking that wasn’t hard.  The cheeks were pried apart and his tongue once more lashed her rim.
	“Do you want to shower?” asked the woman.
	Forrest looked to her, the situation was very strange.  He knew he should be on his guard, but it didn’t feel like a set-up.  “A shower would be nice.”
	The woman came with, the girl went to her own bathroom.
	The woman washed the Invader, the Invader let her and washed her, penetrating her backdoor and driving deep.  It was quite an event, the shower was just big enough, but precarious with only a tile floor.  
	At one point the woman was pressed against the wall with her legs about her Invader’s waist, being deeply hammered.  Forrest took note that they were no longer alone; the sliding glass door of the shower revealed the presence of another--Becky.
	She had finished her shower and had come to sit on the toilet.  She wore a fresh pair of clean panties (and nothing else.)  Forrest opened the door and continued putting it to the girl’s mother until he was well spent.
	
	She slept soundly, her back to him, just a sheet over her.  The window was open and a light breeze wafted in.  In the distance somewhere a siren wailed.  Leaning against the door jam he watched the girl sleeping, his mind raced with odd thoughts of how it couldn’t be happening.
	“I have dinner ready for you.” the voice of Nancy spoke calmly from behind.  She wore only her bathrobe.  Forrest wore a spare one but didn’t bother to close it.
	Dinner consisted of mac & cheese with smothered fried chicken, corn-on-the-cob, a helping of spinach, a glass of wine and fresh fudge.  Forrest ate and wondered if the food was spiked.  
	Seeing his confusion the woman (Nancy) offered some insight.
	It was still confusing but; apparently, with all the outlandish sexual deviancy running rampant thru the land and no end in sight, no one safe, Nancy concluded that the only sensible thing to do would be to give in--including that giving in of her young daughter.
	It seemed unconscionable for a mother to submit, let alone that submission of her daughter under ten years of age!  But the outlandish sexual depravity ravaging the land was far worse.  Nancy thought it better that they be prepared, that Becky be receptive to a man’s cock.
	It sort of made sense.
	Sort of.  It was still odd, but oh well.

	He didn’t know what to think, let alone do.  He was taken aback and caught off guard.  It was late and he didn’t know whether to stay and take the woman’s offer of her bed, with her in it, or to continue his futile search for Seth.  (There was Wednesday and the boys to think about, too.)
	“Is there a problem?” Nancy asked.  The dinner had been good, so far it hadn’t killed him.  He felt odd and out of place, very out of place.  
	There was no real problem, concerns, yes, problems, no.
	“There’s others,” he began feebly.  He didn’t like being not the one in control.  He didn’t know how exactly to handle the woman, let along could he trust her.
	Nancy plucked from the brass hook by the phone manager plaque and handed him the keys.  “Do you want me to go with you?” she asked.
                                                        *

	She was still delirious and that was a plus, it helped wash away some of confusion.  (she didn’t bother to wonder or question why her boyfriend was naked--or why she was “sticky!)
	Noah couldn’t stand it any longer, it was time to bust ‘em.  He had an idea, an insight, about the teenage horndog Randy.  He just needed a little encouraging.
	“Take off your clothes.” came the command.  Armed with a shotgun the delirious girl coming out of her stupor stared in awe--as well as locked eyes on the shotgun.  The boy looked like he wanted to try his hand at something, but the teenage boy with the old man wielding a rifle kept him from doing something stupid--brave, but stupid.
	(the rifle Jason wielded was actually unloaded--unbeknownst to him)
	The girl was shocked.  Beyond shocked.  Her head wound kinda kept her from fully comprehending the sordid situation.  The cocking of the shotgun (and unloaded rifle) put the teenager in a panic.  She looked to her boyfriend whom she finally recognized as being naked.
	“Randy!”
	Slowly the news reports ravishing the land about the sexual deviancy rushed into her mind.  She sat trembling, gulping, reeling from her head wound.  Her mind filled to capacity with the horrible debauchery.  
	“Get naked, NOW!” commanded the old man.  
	Randy didn’t know what to do, Melly, either.  Getting naked, though, was a concept kinda elusive to her.  That head wound thing…

	Slowly, though, the girl undone her shirt, removing it and her tee-shirt.  She was unaware that her shirt and other assorted clothing was misaligned; she may have, though, taken it to assume that from her recent tumble down the gully side her clothing became askewed.
	She couldn’t stand lest she fall.  Randy helped steady her as well as strip off her jeans and underwear.  His teen hood waggled semi-stiffly.  He was mostly frightened for his life as well as Melly’s.
	But not to fear, the old man didn’t seem to be to overbearing or threatening.  The command “FUCK” came nextly and was not received with much enthusiasm.  The girl in no way was going to “fuck”.  not right off.  The boy sat nearby trying to hide his shame, not sure what he was to do.
	The command “FUCK” was given once more.  The girl then shouted, “I can’t fuck my own brother!”
	OH!?  Brother, eh?  That made it better!
	The deadly weapons, the news reports fresh in their minds, did so infacto prompt the two teens to indulge the old man--the girl firstly, though, had to SUCK the boy’s dick--her brother’s dick.
	“Have you’ve ever sucked him before?” inquired the shotgun wielding old geezer.
	The girl was close to tears, sobbing some and not sure what to expect.  In some of the news reports the debauchery was very violent.  She nodded that she hadn’t sucked her brother.  The look on the boy’s face confirmed that she hadn’t.
	“Have you EVER given a boy a blow job?”
	That was different.  She had.  A boyfriend.
	Her asshole was virginal, but not her pussy.  She had been laid when merely twelve, screwing a boy at her school on a dare.  She wasn’t a slut, though; every “once in a while” with her regular boyfriend.
	Randy was kinda bemused.  He had no idea.
	Randy was asked Q&A, too.
	He lied.  He was a virgin.  He was an avid hand humper and a bed humper.  Noah held off asking if the boy had a desire for young stuff.  
	Despite the horror and terror of the situation, Melly fondled her brother’s nads and stroked his bone--then engulfed the member into her mouth and did a satisfactory job of sucking it.
	Randy got into it; temporarily forgetting the sordid situation.  He humped his sister’s sweet face like never before.  Well, he never before really had--but had always drempt of doing so.  His cock popped out of her mouth and humped her face.  The girl jerked him and when he was at full mast, the command “FUCK” came once more.
	Melody was not quite overwhelmingly willing to spread her legs for her brother, but--she did so anyways.  The rash of rashness spreading across the nation and beyond caused a new furor of thought in the general populace.  Whereas there had been modesty and morals and such instilled upon the American families, the new rhetoric had created a new thought, new notions of more congenial acceptance tolerating some sexual deviancy.
	So the concept of taking on one’s sibling was not too far out of whack.  It was only reluctantly met as there was an “armed” audience in the midst.  But once Randy’s prong slithered into place, Melly cared less and allowed herself to be whole heartily fucked.
	And Randy whole heartily obliged.
                                                         *

	He wished he would have paid more attention to the town’s landmarks, and in the dark it was even worse.  There was no longer any martial law in place, but there was a curfew.  It mostly was aimed at the young peoples, adults were still allowed, but subject to being pulled over just the same--or at the very least tailed.
	Forrest drove Nancy’s car, he told her vaguely where he wanted to go and she helped with some information.  In the backseat little Becky slept soundly still.
	It wasn’t for a certainty that the three he sought would be where he had last seen them.  They had no real reason to.  They were spooky anyways, but still--Forrest felt there was something.
	At the lee side of Town a large open field there was.  Driving slow with the lights off Forrest scanned the intently for the leaning dead tree, the pile of tires, and other “unnotable” landmarks.
	He left the car and struck out to seek on his own.  He waited in the darkness to listen to the car, to see if the strange woman would just take off.  He didn’t understand her, a little, he knew the land was changing, the morals and all were being unchisled.  The American way of life was becoming degraded.
	Bright moonlight illuminated his way, it had been awhile since he had last seen Wednesday, Pugsly, and Eddy the wolf boy.  They were somewhere.  He hoped they had not been “captured” or anything.  He was having enough difficulties locating Seth.
	A pile of cinderblocks, some cans, a broken toilet, the remains of a sofa were “signs”, indications of indicating; an unspoken form of telling the tale of someone in hiding.
	His senses became acute, alerting him to the presence of someone just as such--in hiding.
	Then again, as he moved closer and the moonlight brightly shone revealing the landscape, they were not actually “in hiding.”
	He remained quite still, he didn’t see the boy, Pugsly.  But there was the strange girl, Wednesday.  She appeared to be nude, she was on her hands and knees, hr twisted braids swishing as her young body was jolted.  Her young body was jolted as behind her, mounting her was a dog--a wolf.  
	At the last moment, as the wolf boy sped up his boning her, Wednesday looked up to the direction of the “hidden” Forrest.  Forrest caught a whiff of something afoul.  Using perceptive eyesight he saw out of the corner of his eye Puglsy, in the weeds and town debris, jerking off, grinning, and jerking off.

	Surprisingly, Nancy was still where she had last been.  Becky was still asleep.  Nancy didn’t seem too alarmed to see Forrest coming out of the darkness with three children in tow.  Eddy the Wolf Boy had shape changed back to boy, he was nude.  Pugsly still grinned and still sported a major boner.  Wednesday had dressed.  “It is good to see you.” she had said to Forrest as he came to her in the field, and Eddy dismounted.  He had watched her collect her clothing and dress.  He wanted to apologize for his tardiness but said nothing.  
	At the car they all piled in and returned to Nancy’s house.
	The kids were hungry.  Nancy served them, Forrest carried Becky into her room--and lightly fondled her in her sleep.  A sudden sweep of tired seethed over him and he curled up with the naked child and slept.

                                                         *

Overkill
	To say the least--overkill.  All along their trek they didn’t know what to expect; there were horror stories raging in their young minds, some of the sexual debauchery exploding in the daily newscasts gave tragic endings.  Melly and her brother Randy didn’t care what happened to them, so long as they could live thru it and weren’t too terribly harmed physically.
	But that said maybe.  The two were escorted thru the dark by two armed men, an old man and his grandson (supposed.)  The situation was far from congenial.  Melly didn’t mind (or seem to) that she had to “service” her own brother.  That was almost a given in the “new day and age”, brothers and sisters had long since being doing naughty things with and to each other, in the new age it was almost a mandate that before brothers and sisters, of whatever age, reached teen hood they would have had some sort of sexual relationship.  Either orally or otherwise.
	Girls as young as ten were being prescribed new Pills to keep them from getting knocked up.  It was still somewhat of a taboo, though, for other members of the family to engage with the children, as it was for “strangers” to be naughty in any way with young children.  But, it was merely frowned on and not overly cause for arrest and/or jail time.
	The new laws for the new (sexual) age were vague and only in the beginning stages.  What was kidnapping, rape, assault, sexual deviancy, child porn?  All sexual deviancy was being overhauled.  It was a new era.  What was once not tolerable by mainstream conscious people in the norm was eroding to become more tolerable--with some limits.  Some.
	Melly and Randy walked along a narrow-narrow trail--but naked, two hours into darkness.  Twice they were stopped and held at gunpoint by the teenage boy while the old man went off into the darkness.  Three times they backed up along the trail.  Exhaustion and the real threat of getting seriously fucking lost crept among them all.
	At last, though, Randy and Melly were halted and blindfolded.  Why the blindfold was unknown and confusing.  There was no way either one of the teens could tell authorities where they had been.
	There was some more walking, stumbling, falling, near breaking neck, and finally coming to realize descending some steps.  There was an air change.  There was some music in the air, a breath of warm air, the presence (or sounds of) of others.
	The blindfolds were not removed for some time.  The teens were separated.  Melly feared for Randy, Randy feared for Melly.  When he asked about her he was virtually ignored--until coming to realize he was in a room of some kind.  The okay to remove blindfold was given.
	There was a little disorientation, confusion reigned supreme.  A fresh cold soda was given to him, along with a peanut butter sandwich.  The room was small, and oval shaped.  It was merely seven feet at the apex (ceiling), a smooth stone floor with many fur rugs and throw rugs for cushioning.  Carpet remnants were about, too.  No windows.  One door.  Light was from some recessed caches in the smooth stone walls.  There was a mattress with some bedding, no frame.  A sofa with no legs, too.
	He didn’t get it.  Not really.  Confusion still reigned.  The door he investigated, he wasn’t restrained in anyway.  The door was oval, partially wooden with bands of steel strappings.  The door “rolled” into a recess in the threshold/door jam.  After being left alone Randy tried with all his might to budge said door.  But it didn’t happen.  He was a prisoner.
	There was some fret about Melly.  Why had they been separated?  Was she alright?  He kept the horrible notion of what was probably happening to her to the back of his mind.  He worried a little about his own fate.
	Then there was a clamor at the round door, it rolled partially open and girl about twelve came to be.  She was nude.  She was pretty and she was Chinese.  Randy’s cock quickly surged, he concealed himself in some modesty and the girl was “pushed” into the room by the teen boy who had brought him.
	The door closed and Randy was alone with the nude Chinese girl.

	Her head hurt terribly, her shins and feet equally took turns at being enraged with pains.  Deep concern there was for her welfare; concern, too, for her missing brother.  Like him, she worried as to why they had been separated.  She worried about herself, what was to become of her?  She figured she was kidnapped for the purposes of being a sex slave.  She didn’t cotton to that notion one bit.  She didn’t know what to expect, though, she had been served a cold soda and a grilled cheese sandwich.
	Her “dungeon/cell” was not unlike her brother’s, just down the hall.
	Presently there was noise at the round door and a young boy approximately twelve or so stood naked.  The teen boy who had been with the old man gently pushed the boy in.  the teen boy was nude and no longer carried his rifle.  The preteen boy stepped in.  he was a little embarrassed and held his hands at his nakedness.
	“We have to do it.” he said kind of meekly.
	“Oh?” said Melody.  “Do it?  As in…”
	“Yes.” answered the boy with his head lowered.
	Melly looked to the door.  “Uhm,” she didn’t understand, “uhm, like how--”
	The boy pointed up to a rounded corner; Melly looked and saw a small red indicator light.  “A video camera?” she said aloud.
	“I guess so.” the boy shrugged.
	“W-what happens if we DON’T do it?”
	The boy nervously tugged at the dog collar around his neck.  He pushed away some of his long straggly blond hair.  Melly could see in the dim light provided a small square something attached to the collar.  The collar was tight, very tight.  The skin was rubbed raw where it was about the boy’s neck.  Melly understood, sort of.  She chewed her lip thoughtfully, sighed and turned to the one bare mattress.
	Slowly the naked twelve year old boy (Rick) followed.  Melly sat on the mattress and paused.  Her mind began to blank out, on purpose.  Too many thoughts begun to rush into her mind; in a small way she sorta kinda had wanted something narly to happen to her--no fool in their right mind would traipse off into the woods just after a rash of mysterious unexplained kidnappings/disappearances on a jaunt/whim.  She kinda had hoped to catch her brother jerking off and therefore open up the topic of sex and that would lead to them possibly having sex.  She wouldn’t have minded, not really.
	Timidly she reached out and pulled away the boy’s hand concealing his cock.  It was already partially “engorged.”  Melly smiled and gently ever so gently pulled on the puddling, she cupped and gently squeezed the testicles and quickly there was an instant reaction--a grand stiffy indeed!
	Melly noted another red indicator light in another “corner” of the oval room getting a different angle.  Who was behind this, the old man?  Why?  To get their kicks?  Was she going to be visited by the Old Man?  What was happening to Randy?  Where there little girls like the little boy in wherever the hell they were?
	Striving to blank her mind more Melody leaned in and partook of Rick’s dick.  It was warm in her mouth and she quickly called up how not so long ago she had sucked off on her brother’s cock.  It had been forced by the old man toting the shotgun, but still.
	She sucked and sucked and the cock grew some in her mouth.
	She kinda figured there were probably young girls in the complex, and Randy was fucking them.  He probably fucked them willingly.  She was vaguely aware that he jerked off--he was a boy for one and ALL boys jerked off.
	She felt that the young boy in her mouth was ready to explode.  It was time.  She lay back on the mattress, opening her legs.  The boy looked up and down her lovely nude teen body and put himself against her.  He guided his cock into her pussy on his own and seemingly knew what to do.  He was “experienced.”  Melly figured she wasn’t his first.

	An eleven year old came in nextly, she was a little frightened, more so than the first girl, the Chinese girl.  And speaking of which, another Chinese girl came after as well.  Finally, though, a girl more in tune to his own age came, equally naked--but not as frightened.
	After they had fucked and romped on the mattress, the teenage girl gave some insight to Randy about what was happening.  It was done in whispers as the teen girl, Kristy, didn’t know if she was allowed to spill.
	Just how many “captives” there were Kristy didn’t know, she had lost track and assumed that “others” had probably been brought in, too.  Randy asked about his sister, Melody.  Kristy didn’t know her but assumed and also told that she was probably “receiving” all the boys.
	“If you don’t do what your told--” Kristy stopped searching for the right words to explain, “well, it’s just better if you do.”
	“Where are we?  What’s going on?”
	Kristy didn’t know what to tell him, she didn’t know what to tell herself.  She shook her head, though she was really kinda pretty, she looked a little tired.  For Randy it was overload; everyone naked, all the sex.  It was overload.
	Kristy appeared nervous.  “Just don’t make any waves are try to escape or anything.” Kristy warned.  She left the confused boy and he sat alone for a several minutes before a new girl arrived.

                                                          *

Strange Beginnings (a flash back)
	Wednesday peered out the window, waiting.   A length of cording in her hand was starting to make her hand cramp.  She smiled to herself.  Suddenly there was movement at the end of the walk... yes!  It was Pugsley, her brother.  She watched as he bounced along the walkway between the hedges.  Almost time--almost.
	Pugsley came to a stop; glancing down he saw a small “x” chalked on the walkway ahead of him.  He paused, glancing up without moving his head. Yes, there...behind that window....a mischievous grin spread over his face. He stepped over the mark.  Wednesday released her cord.  Swish! The huge blunt hammer swung past Pugsley,  just brushing his shoulders.  (even the tiny hairs of his 1950s style buzz cut were moved!)
	He turned to watch whimsically as the huge bludgeoning wooden hammer swung back and forth on the end of a slender cable over the walkway until it stopped.  Looking to the window he saw that his young sibling had vanished.
	He took another step to race up to the 2nd floor of there ramshackled mansion when suddenly there was a “swish”.  he stood very still as there was a “swoosh” that followed.  Quickly he bounded forward along the walk.  Behind him a great “ax” swished to and fro on a cable similar to the great hammer’s cording.  “Good, Wednesday, damn good!” he grinned and scurried off to pound on her.
	There was a cool breeze to his backside, the ax had neatly sliced a three-inch piece off the seat of his pants.  “Damn good!” he decreed.  He hopped over the hedges and made his way thru the family graveyard and dead trees, then a secret way of his into the house that was between the walls.
	Once reaching the second floor he easily crept out and despite his hefty size he was light on his feet.  He felt a sudden urge, though, to fart.  Only the great grandfather clock down the grim hallway made any noise.  He suspected his sister was waiting for him…somewhere.
	He blew the fart, pulling his cheeks open to release the funky.  He wished he had been able to do it in school--he could clear the whole place!
	On his way to his room, he stopped outside the door to Wednesday's room. “Better bring in your ax, Sis,” he said to the closed door. The door opened a crack.  Wednesday's somber pale face peeked out. “What ax?” Pugsley giggled. “Come on, let's set it up again!”
	Wednesday was all for it.
	The two children dashed over to the window.  Pugsley reached up and pulled down the cord, raising the ax.  Wednesday pushed a wire out the window and caught the cable pulling it back then reset the catch. Once it was set, Pugsley tied off the cable, ready for the next try. 
	Wednesday walked around behind her brother, and noticed the missing material in his trousers.  She paused to gander at the bare flesh and the fact that she had succeeded in removing several layers of skin.
	Quickly she formed a fist with her thumb sticking out; she jammed it between the exposed cheeks.  Pugsley jumped, almost falling through the window.  He whirled around staring at his sister.
	“That's called a goose,” Wednesday said, almost smiling. 
	Pugsley grinned, and looked semi lustfully at his sister.  “Can I try it?”
	“Why not?” Wednesday sneered. “It's your ass!” She turned and left the room to make way to the bathroom--to wash her thumb.

                                                         *

	He awoke with what would be a slight “buzz” but not induced by beer or other forms of hard drinking.  His tummy, too, was a little perplexed--giving him to seriously consider the notion that he HAD been poisoned.  Maybe not, it could be nerves, a sign of age, some worry--the beginnings of an ulcer.
	Beside him the little wonder still slept.  Lawn sprinklers sounded off outside the open window.  Orange blossoms scented the air.  All seemed serene.  Was it?  
	Becky didn’t stir, she slept soundly--very soundly.  Lightly he touched her, lightly he rested his hand on her bare hip.  His stomach rumbled and he felt a new urge taking precedent.  ‘gotta go.’ 
	Slowly he left the bed and made way quickly to the hall bathroom.
	A shower to awaken himself came nextly.  He needed to shave and do other personal hygienic things, he paused a moment and then helped himself, he’d reimburse Nancy later.
	Nancy met him in the hall, just missing him in the shower.  She seemed a little concerned, almost worried.  She wore a beige robe, it was closed and she seemed to be debating with herself whether to open or not.
	Forrest told her of his using her personal items, he apologized and promised to replace what he used.  Nancy didn’t know what to make of him, he was certainly not quite like the newscasts had depicted of the sexual terrorists ravaging the land.
	“I’ll make us some breakfast.” she said with an almost wavering voice.  She had just been in checking on her daughter.  She moved past Forrest, paused a half moment, then moved on to the kitchen.  
	Forrest remained in the hall.
	Wednesday.  Wednesday and the Wolf boy, and her brother, Pugly, Pugsley…??

	Hearing some noises took him to a room at the end of the hall.  Aguest room.  He paused outside the closed door, hearing what sounded like science fictiony electrical jolts.
	Carefully, very carefully he cracked the door to peek within.
	On the bed was the pudgy boy, Pugsley.  Naked.  His hands tied (tied) to the bed posts.  His legs were splayed open with his ankles, too, tied to the foot posts.  Attached to his testicles (attached?) were something like electrodes, on closer inspectional-thought it were a pair of alligator clips.  The clips had wires attached to them and they were attached to a small black box.
	The box sat on a small table nearby, Wednesday stood there and she was cranking it.  Where the wolf boy “Eddie” was was unknown, he was out of sight.  Wednesday cranked and cranked the little crank on the black box--she was clothed.  She cranked and cranked and then stopped.  On the bed Pugsley fidgeted and seemed a little worried.
	On the box there was a switch; releasing the cranked energy Wednesday had cranked to it.  “Ready?” she asked in a mono tone of voice.  She didn’t really care if he was ready or not.  Pugsley nodded with an almost sly grin.  Wednesday flicked the switch releasing the stored energy and Pugsley twitched.
	He also seemed to smoldering some.  Electricity danced across his teeth and eyes.  He twitched and contorted oddly until all the stored energy had been released.
	Surprisingly it didn’t kill him.
	And surprisingly, too, he had an erection.
	“See?” said Wednesday, “I told you it give you a boner!”
	The girl though appearing to be polite, dressed in a Victorian style paisley period attire of a time LONG gone never to return, stepped up to the bed.  She began to undo the clips to her brother’s testicles.  She was almost smiling.  
	So was her brother.
	He shook his buzz cut head, “No, leave them, put some more on, do it again!” he was grinning big and his sister obliged him.
	Clips were attached to Pugsley’s nipples, one to his tongue, another to the head of his penis.  Wednesday paused as she thought deeply about something.  
	“Whath?” asked Pugsley.
	Wednesday wasn’t saying, she passed it on and went to the small black box, cranking it.

More confusing flashbacks…
	He was surrounded.  He was new so being surrounded was a given.  She watched for a moment, then lingered.  She had been surrounded once or twice herself.  Her sheer creepiness thwarted those who had surrounded her the first time, the presence of her overbearing thuggish brother dispersed the second surrounding.
	Suddenly the group of boys began running in terror.  The boy they had surrounded was no longer a boy, but a dog--and a pissed off one, too.  What kind of dog was unknown, but it chased after the boys who had surrounded him until adults came, one with a fire extinguisher.
	The “dog” fled to the bushes surrounding the school and disappeared.
	Wednesday waited but so no sign of the dog, or the boy.  She went on to her class.  It was English and therefore more interesting than the claptrap American History rhetoric.  She wasn’t too enthused with math, either.  Biology and science she liked, but not math or History.
	Although the poetry reading was one of her favorite dark theorist of a dark and gloomy period in American literature, Wednesday found herself wit thoughts to the new boy she had seen.  He WAS new, he wasn’t in any of her classes but by his general appearance he could only be in a grade level equal or less than hers, but not much less.  
	She was called on and for the first time, she stammered.  She didn’t know the reply to what the teacher had present her.  But unlike other students who would flub, no one laughed.  She was a creepy girl, she had no “friends” or even associates.  Even the dweebette girls shied away from her.
	She didn’t mind, though, she preferred to be alone.  
	After class it was lunch.  She met her brother and they ate alone.  Unlike Wednesday, Pugsley had friends--it was his girthy size and congenial attitude that made him likeable.  He had once been surrounded by other boys when he first came to the schoolyard--but one raunchy gut busting butt blast warmed them up--after they finished puking.
	He was a prankster and went out of his way to make life miserable for others, especially the faculty staff.  Small fires, burning sacks of poo, offensive odors in the air conditioning system, exchanging apple juice for urine, and tacks in the chair.
	“Did you see the new boy?” Wednesday asked of her brother.
	“New boy?” he asked back.  “Nope, I was busy.” he said with a devilish grin.  “Don’t worry about afternoon math class.” he added.  Wednesday shook her; inside, though, she was smiling.  She hated math with a purple pissing passion.  She’d do anything to avoid it.  And when she couldn’t manage it on her own--she had her deranged brother to arrange some sort of catastrophe.
	After lunch he went on his way, Wednesday made way to her favorite oak, it was nearly dead and leaned to one side.  The school was too poor to have it done away with and posted signs about it warning the school children to stay clear of it.  
	Wednesday sat down somewhat out of sight of prying eyes (of faculty mostly) and brought out her favorite book of dark and dreary poems of a most gothic nature.  
	“Skies lit with five-pointed stars the work of crafts surpassing sin, skin flushed with absinthe, her eyes revealed, as brackens peak tried once concealing hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot, where they fell.....
The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight, for seven days and seven festival nights, she watches from a maypole, on the tip of her tongue, the restless spirit of a Christmas to come.”
	She looked up from her reading as she saw movement.  Something narly filled the air, detestable.  She thought she heard what sounded like a low guttural growl.  She was not in any fear.  When moments passed and nothing more, she returned to her reading.
	“What wicked wonders lie within the confines, spawned scorned, abhorned by the aerial, she was the light of the world going out, war-torn, forlorn and malarial; she was found unloosed, the chain of her god-given cross seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost.  Too many decades misfit and mislaid in innocence, a tender legend of prey, paraded her second coming.”
	Out of the shrubbery came the boy.  His long straggly hair receding back into his body, returning him to a more semblance of a human form.  He still looked odd, his clothing attire almost as odd as her own.  His hair style somewhat strange, strangely shaped and/or styled.  He was small for his size and/or age, she guessed him to be ten, like her self.
	The boy picked up his books and looked around and made eye contact with Wednesday.  Their eyes locked and the boy realized something of a “friend” in the strange girl.  He was still apprehensive and didn’t advance.
	Wednesday stood, smoothing out her dress at her butt.  She remained still and sublime, her face stoic and giving off no semblance of any signs whatsoever.  
	Finally the boy gave out and he advanced up the small hill to the girl.
	“That was a good way to get rid of them,” Wednesday said to him, “they probably wont bother you again.” probably, but maybe.
	The boy was a little astounded and rolled his eyes about trying to think of something to say to defend himself.
	“Do you have rabies?” she asked.
	The boy wanted to get defensive at the remark, “NO!” he almost shouted.
	“Too bad.” smirked the girl.  
	                                          **

	“What do you like to play?” Pugsley asked.  The long almost boring day at school had ended with exploding frogs from the science lab.  The stench and putrid frogs from formaldehyde cleared the school, successfully disrupting Wednesday afternoon math class.
	“How about ‘Electric Chair‘? I LIKE that one.” Pugsley said way too enthusiastically.  Wednesday shook her head. “How about 'Dungeon'?”
	“That's a good one too,” Pugsley said, clapping his hands.
	The new boy was glad to be out of school early, he had no desire to go “home” either, like his new friends Wednesday and Pugsley.  He didn’t live too far away from where they did and eagerly accompanied them.  He was even new to the city, he didn’t explain where exactly he had come from, but he had come to live with extended relatives.  Wednesday and Pugsley were in the same boat, living with demented out of touch “other” relatives.
	Wednesday took Eddie's hand. “I'm so glad you came along, and since it is a Friday night, would you like to spend the night?”
	After a phone call to an aged great uncle and a brief convo to Wednesday aunt for clearance, the three youngsters headed downstairs.

	The mansion was not a modern day abode, it was rundown and gothic, although the primary residents were not totally into the gothic mode--it was more in tune to the antique mode.  Paintings, tapestries, statues, furniture, and the typical castle adornments were scattered all about the interior--and even exterior.
	The lack of money prevented the aunt and uncle from keeping the place “tidy” so it fell into minor disrepair.  It suited Wednesday and didn’t bother Pugsley.  
	One of the paintings in a dark hall on their way to the basement entrance depicted of two gallant knights dueling with fencing swords.
	“Do you fence?” asked Wednesday.
	“Only when there's a full moon,” Eddie replied.
	Wednesday smiled.
	“Yeah, I fence all over the place on a full moon!” Eddie smiled back.
	The three children bounced down the stairs to a questionable basement.  It was Wednesday and Puglsey’s “playroom”.  Eddie looked around at the equipment and smiled.  “Kewl beans!”
	“I'm first!” Pugsley shouted. The sound was muffled by the walls, which were covered with ancient Persian carpeting.  Wednesday nodded. “Then I get to choose the game.”  She said firmly.  She pointed at an upright post with chains and manacles.  “The Post!” Pugsley grinned, “Cool!”
	“Take off your shirt,” Wednesday instructed.  Pugsley eagerly complied. Wednesday latched the manacles around hr brother’s wrists then  pulled the chains through a loop, tugging Pugsley's arms up over his head. 
	Pugsley faced the post, his naked back toward the other two. 	Wednesday perused over the selection on a rack.  It was dimly lit in the basement, kinda dank.  dark and dreary and JUST RIGHT!  Eddie hung back, waiting and watching.  He felt very much at home.
	Wednesday chose a cat-of-nine-tails from the rack and swung it experimentally. “Ready?” she asked.  Pugsley nodded. Wednesday swung the whip. 
	CRACK!  The lashes slapped Pugley's back with a nice snap. Eddie could see red welts forming on the first smack. 
	“Oh! Yes!” Pugsley gasped.  It was akin to an orgasm, almost as good.  “That's good.  Do it again!” 
	Wednesday was only happy too comply.
	CRACK!  CRACK!  Pugsley clung to the post, almost fucking it.  He clenched as the whip tried to skin him.  It WAS orgasmic, it was!

	Wednesday handed the whip to Eddie. “Want to give it a try?”
	Eddie shrugged and joined in.  He took the whip but was obviously a beginner.  
	“Here,” Wednesday said, she stood behind him, guiding his arm through a proper swing.  The boy felt her body against his, her breath on his neck, and the warmth of her hand on his.  A stirring began in his groin. It was all he could do to concentrate on what he was doing. 
	“Like this,” she said firmly.  The whip flew through the air, cracking sharply against Pugsley's skin. “Ahhhhgh!” gasped Pugsley.  “Another!” 
	Wednesday stepped back away from Eddie.  He glanced back at her. Was that a flush on her face, or was she just excited from the activity?  He turned his attention back to the matter at hand.  He swung the whip, and it snapped against Pugsley's bare skin again. “Unngh! Goddamn, that was fucking-a righteous one!” Pugsley squirmed against the chain. 
	“Now it's my turn.” Wednesday said.  “I want to do the wheel.”
	Wednesday smiled a devilish smile.  She was wicked.