August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 2
The Sounds of Ah

Welcome to Peach Tree!
Population Exceeding 100!
Cum—Fun—Stay—Play—Make Hay!
More the Merrier!

	The Mayor of Peach Tree was pleased with the many newcomers coming into his town—which was quickly growing to a city.  That was okay, not that he was tiring of the same-oh-same-oh, he still had his favorites but a “variety” was nice, too.
	And it wasn’t all about the “sex”, either—it was life, or something close to it.  A new life, a new WAY of life.  From those who came into to Peach Tree they accepted the New Way of Life, they told tales of raging minotaurs and other mythical beasts ravaging the Birth World, green tornadoes, and absolute chaos absolutely.
	Jay Zomma (remember him?) had finally arrived, bringing in a hole neighborhood of folks from the desert:  Jay Zomma with equally kinky gal pal Jessie who brought along her neice and nephew, Nellie and PJ; with Jay bringing in Belinda and Wendy—two girls he desired and sought favor of.
	Jay had concluded his “spying” on the secluded group, made introduction and brought them to the watery quarry site where family man John Kommer was waiting.  Jay then tredged out to get the Music Teacher Thomas Wainwright.
	Mayor Forrest was well pleased, Jay brought in more than 40 peoples to his fair burg, Barry’s daddy, Bob Sr. didn’t make the transition which was distressing to the family and they hoped that he eventually would.  Forrest with Jay and Barry went back to the area the Brallen family had come thru to find curious ancient ruins on the great rock wall encircling the small area.  Forrest believed that it was one of the mysterious “doorways” that allowed travel from one world to the next.  He didn’t know, though, if there was an “activation”, some sort of trigger or whatever.  
	“It could be only one way, too.” he further concluded.

	Barry wanted to camp out at the remote locale.  For a few days he did, Casper came out a time or two to sit with him, Forrest stayed as well, mostly studying the ancient ruin markings.
	Jay’s Group settled into Peach Tree, there was plenty of housing for all and supplies.  A peach grove had begun along with a variety of vegetable gardens.  Mayor Forrest was pleased with having at least a couple more adults, especially those who were more like him…
	John Kommer was a very likeable person, Forrest liked him.  He liked Jay, too; and the music professor who on his second day in Peach Tree began teaching music!  Nora Brallen prayed that her husband would make it thru, she didn’t understand fully how the whole Parallel/Alternate/New World concept worked—but she believed it just the same.
	John Kommer’s wife, Debbie, was a nice addition to the township, in her past life she had been a real estate type person, in her new life she was to become a teacher—she had actually taught school before becoming a real estate type person.  She had been well “conditioned” into accepting the new life of being a slut for hubby John as well as allowing sexual frivolity to their two offspring, Kayla and Kyle—they were “conditioned”, too.
	Thomas Wainwright III thoroughly LOVED his new way of life.  He had no desire whatsoever to return to Birth World, no one missed him; he had no family and had outlived all relatives save for a few dottering old aunts and uncles who still lived in England.  Teaching the children/adults of Peach Tree music made the old horny man incredibly happy.  He studied the catkin music and instruments and soon Peach Tree had an incredible orchestra!  His love was still Becky, the beautiful angel of a mere nine years who had swept his heart (and cock.)  Through EMAD conditioning Becky regarded Thomas W as her “daddy” and that suited Thomas just fine.
	Thomas had not come alone into the New World, on his way out of a horrific Birth World he had come with four others—all chit’lins, of course!  They, too, regarded Thomas W as “daddy” and had come to accept the way of sexual life as it was.
	  Before Jay’s Group in Peach Tree there was already a large group, other than Mayor Forrest and Austin his sidekick the first residents there came to be Ted and Melody.  Ted McGriffin-16 was already a self-made perv and had deeply desired to shag cohort Melody.  She was a year younger and though he did not want to admit, a better horseman than he.  But she had conked her head on a rock and knocked herself out—thusly allowing young teen Ted to take some advantages to their relationship.  

	It didn’t take too long to realize that they were not in their Birth World but an alternate, a parallel.  That in itself made it bad but good but bad.  It was Good ‘cause that lessoned the chance of Melody going off to someone else, telling on him to some authority figure for his naughty shenanigans; bad ‘cause they were literally on their own; good ‘cause it gave time for Ted to warm the girl that warmed his cock.
	All in due time.
	Brandy Brown, Joe Sandyeyes, and pre-teen Josh Try came along to join the growing group.  They only needed a wee bit o’ Minding from Forrest and his uniquely imbedded EMAD in his head (*Exp 01001).  
	Scouts Greg and Marsha Brady come along with the two already being horny little devils not in any need of being seduced or coerced into being naughty.
	Arnold Hey and Julie Barns were two sweethearts who were extremely naughty with one another—and didn’t mind including others or being included with others.
	Five more chit’lins had come along shortly thereafter; Jimmy, Cindy, Libby, Sheen, and Carl.  Jimmy was one of those whatcha call super genius kids who was a great boon around the town helping understand the matrix of the complicated generators and other odds and ends Forrest had put off until he could finger them out himself.  The five were horny and extremely naughty among themselves—and even more so when with other members of Peach Tree.  
	Cindy was still one who was obsessed with shoving things/items up into lover Jimmy’s asshole other than her fingers and tongue—candles, marbles, candy bars, river stones, flashlight batteries, and sticks—just to name a few.  

	Four more kiddos came along, their experience in Birth World was not a good one and they were glad to be elsewhere.  They were brothers and sisters and happily engaged in illicit sexual debauchery with one another happily and often.
	Then there was Jack and Jill, along with Jolene and her brother Devin who had been forced to engage in sexual relations by some madman in their Birth World.  When they had emerged into the New World they readily continued their sexual frolic and that was fine.  
	Sixteen year old Arynn who was on her way to being a novice nun before being kidnapped (by the same madman of aforementioned Jolene and Devin took some time to “come around” as not only had her body been sexually tortured and such but her mind, too.
	Brandy’s daughter, Brittany, had come along nicely and was walking all over Peach Tree—usually naked.  She was in good company of Melody’s son, Brandon.  It was a safe bet that Brandon was the cause of Ted’s doinking his mother.  
	Brittany was the possible result from Brandy being slammed by Joe Sandyeyes or Josh.  Of course, once in Peach Tree she was doinked by Forrest and Austin, and Ted.  Without DNA testing there was no exact way to tell who exactly the father was.
	Not that it really mattered.

	Jay Zomma brought more chit’lins and kiddos, from his own group and the three groups he had encountered.  There was the token African-Black American family headed by Theo Huxton who had his family consisting of ten year old Rudy, twelve year old Vanessa, sixteen year old Denise and their mother, Claire.  Theo had an EMAD (naturally!) and used it against his family as he had a deep seeded desire to fuck the cum out of all of them—repeatedly!
	Another youngest who was in charge of their family was Ruthie Camden.  With the help of her sister’s cop husband Tyler acquiring an EMAD from police property they had their way with Ruthie’s sister, mother, and two backstabbing friends of Ruthie’s.
	Karl Galong came with his classroom—he was a teacher and with an EMAD secured his entire class.  He had favorites, of course, but was willing to share and seek out other “favorites.”
	And then Barry Brallen…

	After a night of carousing around perpetuating mischief the boys (Barry & Casper) sloughed their way back home—where even MORE mischief reigned.  In the bedroom of Barry’s parents shenanigans most high raged with Mother Nora being pegged by middle son, Peter; beside them lay the other Hamilton-Brallen children—Maryanne and Evie 69ing on one side while young Bobby Jr. scrogged on equally young Marissa!
	It cascaded into outrageous sex romps from there.
	Casper no longer needed the EMAD, which was good in away as the EMAD had stopped working!  And at first Maryanne STILL didn’t want to have anything to do with the creepy friend of her brother’s, but after he so satisfied her mother she let him take her.
	Maryanne and even Barry had some issues with Casper’s desire to scrog on Marissa, she was just way too young and a family member.  But Barry was horny for her, too, and apparently Mother Nora was okay with it!

	Barry wondered if what Casper claimed was true, was his EMAD truly non-functional?  Marissa was already “broken-in” by brothers Bobby and Peter, Greg took a turn and thereafter she was fucked by Casper.
	Thereafter Greg and Casper poked their ways into Peter and Bobby discovering that Mother Nora was EXTREMELY naughty in that she allowed Peter and Bobby to sit on her face, laying down, and noshed on the testes of the boys as they were fucked in the ass by Barry and then Casper.  Meanwhile, during such event all three girls took turns licking out her freshly shaven cunt!

	A few days of this or so and then chaos reigned down upon them—in the form of green tornadoes and minotaurs.  The family was all together, Barry mentioned that his Dad had caught him (Barry) with brother Peter naked 69ing one another.  After a belt beating daddy Brallen whipped out his dick and had the boys suck him!
	With their asses stinging what else could they do?  They sucked and drained his cock; they slobbered on his limp shaft, suckled his hairy nuggets then butt fucked one another for Bob Sr.’s enjoyment—he masturbated as the boys humped butt.
	He then walked in on Nora 69ing with Evie while Maryanne and Casper were fucking—and Maryanne was on top—Casper’s schlong buried to the hilt up Maryanne’s asshole!  In the bathroom of the girls was Bobby and Marissa!
	A spanking soon ensued all around.  After each ass was blistered red the cock servicing began.  Maryanne thoroughly enjoyed sucking her daddy’s cock; it was intensified with everyone watching—she frigged her cunny to near orgasm as she slurped schlong.
	Evie almost couldn’t stand being spanked, but then she crossed a threshold where she found her pussy tingling and she experienced a mild orgasmic thrill.  While she slurped on her daddy’s dick she had Maryanne and the others take smacks to her ass.
	Marissa didn’t care for being spanked and had to be held in place by various brother’s and sisters.  She wasn’t keen on slurping on her daddy’s dick like the others, either.  But she did it and received a very copious amount of hot jizum down her gullet—and all over her face.
	An hour was needed before continuing, the girls’ fannies still stung during that time and they reeled.  The boys awaited their turn and still had burning bums from earlier.

	Barry went firstly onto his Dad’s dick, sucking it deeply and earnestly, draining it on the first try—this after several intense minutes of having his still reddened ass reddened even more.  His balls tingled as he was swatted with the hand and then a belt.  As he sucked his Dad’s cock he masturbated; Daddy Bob put the girls to servicing their dear brother, sucking him for a couple of minutes until he shot a massive wad into Evie’s mouth on her second turn.
	Casper got his, he said nothing but endured the incredible harshness of being belted.  His ass was near bleeding before Daddy Bob stopped—only after his arms had given out and he received a very stern look from his wife.  Unable to cum while Casper sucked him the boy was laid out on his back on the bed, legs held back by Barry and Evie.  Daddy Bob then made DEEP full anal entry into the teen’s shitter and fucked him royally.
	Daddy Bob came and required an hour of rest afterwards…
	After Peter and Bobby Jr. had had their turns—it was Mother/Wife Nora’s turn.  She was treated to hand spanking and then a specially made ping pong paddle-paddle.  When her darling ass was well tenderized to the point whereas she couldn’t stand it no more she was fed into her cock hungry mouth her hubby’s schlong.  She drained his cock, sucked in his testicles and shoved a finger into his (ass)hole, too, for good measure.

	The chaos of the green tornadoes and ravaging minotaurs upset everything.  A full household sex romp was in store but with their world being torn up and ravaged no options had opened up—including a doorway into a New World.
	There was hope that Daddy Bob Sr. could find his way, but in the meantime—there were many cocks and cunts to please them until he did.  Mayor Forrest had his doubts, unless it was happenstance or something.  But who knows, it could happen.
	Peach Tree was growing, but could always stand more…

*

 The Collector
	She looked cold—it was raining.  She looked miserable—she had been forgotten.  She looked opportunity—she was targeted.  Sitting alone on an late wet afternoon was a young girl in a bus stop enclosure—rain was pouring down and it was after four o’clock.  Behind her the school where she had been playing soccer was closed and locked up tight—soccer practice interrupted due to rain.
	Other than being cold and wet she was cute.  And being all alone made her a very targetable target.  It was a given to assume that she was equipped with various anti-EMAD devices, as was the bus stop enclosure itself.  They were, of course, no match for someone equipped with an Internal Mind Altering Device…

	How the IMAD had come to be wasn’t for certain.  It just was.  For a time it had been pondered about but that only led to headaches and no answers and little insight.  There was no past and with the IMAD the future was rather uncertain as well.  He lived for the day and when opportunities came his way he took advantage.  It was his new way of life and that was that.
	His name was Moone, August Moone.

	The thing was, though, he had no past, not one that he could recall.  It was spooky, strange and spooky; it seemed as though just one day he just “appeared”—came into being so to speak.  It was some month before he realized that he had a unique ability.  The ability was not unlike the rancorous EMADS ravaging the nation and yea the entire world, but his was unique as it was a part of him—more or less.
	At times he felt that he DID have a past, but it was elusive and gave him no answers.  He pondered as he wandered, literally trying to “find himself”.  To no avail.  But undaunted he progressed, and using his narly (albeit wicked) IMAD powers he progressed nicely—acquiring those things which made life a little more tolerable than most.  
	He could have “acquired” a vast fortune, fancy cars and homes; but it wasn’t his style—he was more low key.  And coupled with trying to uncover who the hell he was, his pursuits were different goals.

	August acquired just what he needed with no homestead included.  No fancy rig, just an old clunker with a campershell—he didn’t want to stand out.  The “clunker” wasn’t bad, it was sound and usable and dependable.  It wasn’t “old-old” but not new, either.  He liked it, it suited him and that was all there was to it.
	Shortly after discovering his wicked imbued abilities it was so learned the powers of “suggestion” were more than just suggestions—he could actually make someone do his bidding.  There were, though, small hang-ups, sometimes he got dizzy, nearly blind, and felt flush to the point of nearly being extremely ill.  This was usually during the “suggesting” part of subjecting a Subject to his will.  It didn’t happen often but it did happen.
	The young Subject he admired was cold.  Rain was flying into the enclosure.  She needed shelter, dry clothes, and a warm friend.  August Moone was just such a person to provide…
	He waited.  The rain poured.  The Subject got up and looked up and down the street, then to the school closed up tight behind her, then slumped back down on the bench inside the soaked enclosure.  She was waiting for a bus—obviously.  
	“Hi there!” he said taking a seat at the end of the bench.  The girl cuddled herself and scooted to the very end of the bench at her end—she didn’t very muchly acknowledge the intruder’s presence.
	“Waiting for the bus?”
	“No.” she managed to say in a meager voice.  She shivered and she was close to catching pneumonia for sure.  Probing her frozen rain soaked mind wasn’t easy, Auggie (as he preferred) had found that certain to special conditions needed to exist before Mind Probing could be preformed, other circumstances also prevailed in thwarting those efforts or allowing them.
	He waited, minded his own business and studied the bus schedule tacked to the inside of the enclosure.  The rain pelted down harder with a sudden cloud burst erupting o’er head.  The young girl shivered all the more and clutched herself harder.  It was a safe bet that she had a variety of EMAD deterrents at her disposal, along with probably attacker spray, a whistle warning, and other assorted devices to foil a would-be attacker.
	According to the schedule, a bus wasn’t due for fifteen more minutes.
	He didn’t have much time.  The rain let up—sort of.  The girl remained huddled at the far end of the bench.  ‘Why don’t you come with me.’
	The child gulped, turned her head and looked to him curiously.
	‘Come with me.’ he replied again into her mind; stretching out his hand he smiled and waited.

	Inside his truck across the street at the closed drive-in he watched as a small yellow VW pulled up and a frantic teenage girl jumped out looking all around.  She ran up to the closed school gates and doors and seemed very anxious.  Running back down to her car she slipped on the wet pavement and fell on her ass.  It looked like it hurt.  August saw another possible “opportunity” but the bus came along…

	The girl in his company was named Jill.  She was a mere nine years young, but could easily pass for eight—which suited August as he was a bit of a perv.  He liked ‘em young, flat chested and hairless.  He liked ‘em with a little fur and small medium sized titties, too.  There was actually a variety of “likes”—it just depended on his mood and opportunity.
	August further discovered that Jill had not been awaiting a bus ride but was supposed to be picked up by her older sister.
	‘Does she have a VW bug?’ he asked.
	‘Yes.’
	August smiled, the older sibling had forgotten the younger sib or something like and now it was too late.  The teen seemed to be on a cell phone and looking all around.  August debated but at the last minute decided against as the Target’s emotions were probably too high and would possibly interfere with his acquisition of her.
	The truck’s engine was on with the heater on full blast, young acquisition Jill lay down on the bench seat with August watching the girl’s sister panicking across the street.
	After several intense moments the teen-sib fired up her little bug and left.  It was then that August fired up his ride and left, too.

	He didn’t go far, just a ways out of town to some woods he knew of (and had been to before under similar circumstances.)  Little Jill shook and shivered, trembled and was very cold.  There were several ways to deal with the situation—with the little girl.  August perused all options and then settled on the Subtle mode.
	The Subtle Mode utilized the “suggestion” method of getting what he wanted, when there was resistance then “stronger” methods were instilled.  But already he had a connection with the Subject so she was “doomed.”

*

	The area was remote, a “few miles” out of town.  It was a difficult area to get into and with all the rain it would doubly difficult to get out of.  But until the ground dried he really had no place to go.  There were provisions and he had what he wanted initially—Jill.
	‘You look cold.’ he minded to her.
	She was, and there wasn’t much time to do what he wanted to do as though her emotions were checked her physical being also had to mesh just right or interference there would be for certain.
	Once the truck was stuck in the remote woods outside of the town Auggie moved into the rear escorting Jill along, too.  The camper was a “shell” of a camper, but Auggie had improvised to make it suit and work for him.  It had a few amenities and was cozy.
	It was messy, too.
	It had a small refrigerator, two burner stove top that with the dorm-like refrigerator ran on propane and not much else.  Save for the single bed that occupied the right side of the camper.  After taking a seat he lit up a lantern, cracked a side window and looked over the drenched (but cute) rat.
	‘Yer gonna catch the death of cold,’ he Minded to her; then cocking his head in a mannerism he had he smiled and continued, ‘so take off your clothes.  All of thm.’
	So, slowly, one article at a time the shivering forgotten girl peeled out of her wet clothes.  Just jeans, knee socks, pinkish tennis shoes, a simple lime green shirt, rain coat.  Those items were removed albeit clumsily and she stood in pale light in her matching lime green kiddie panties and white kiddie undershirt—still shivering.
	The girl’s mind was near mindless, she was too cold to concentrate on what was actually happening to her she just reacted and followed thru with the “suggestions” Minded to her.  
	‘Keep going, honey.’ Auggie continued.
	Jill slid down her panties to her cold ankles then removed her undershirt.  She was naked.  Auggie took the moment next to drink her in then he fired up the little stove to make some hot cocoa.  While the water heated he found a semi clean towel and dried the girl, taking liberties to dry her between her legs.  

	He himself was a little wet and chilled to the bone, so he pulled himself out of his clothing and stood stooped over with a raging boner.  Jill stood to one side “mindless.”  As she would warm; though, she would become more “aware” of what was happening to her.  But by then the strangle hold her abductor had on her would be too great and she would be virtually powerless.
	Jill clutched at the towel about her, it merely concealed her torso, she was still cold and shivered all over.  The hot cocoa offered to her helped.  
	‘Have you seen your daddy naked?’ August asked casually.
	“Yes.” Jill answered allowed.
	August smiled.  ‘Been naked with a boy, cousin, girl, uncle?’
	Jill sipped her cocoa and conjured to her mind the answers to the questions.  She didn’t answer verbally but no matter, August “saw” in her mind the answers just as well.  Her Daddy she had seen naked only a few times, by accident in his bedroom and in the bathroom.  No biggie there, really.  She had seen a boy her age peeing behind some buildings at her school—she and another girl were spying.  The two were kinda curious but not for sure “why.”
	No other boy had she seen nude.  She had seen her older sibling, Marla, nude many times.  August probed to see if Jill had seen “Marla” fingering/pleasing herself.  One incidence showed that she had.  August smiled more.
	Had Jill fingered herself to pleasure, too—following her sister’s way?
	Long answer Yes, short answer, No.  Jill DID finger herself—but not to pleasure, more of exploration than anything else.  She merely washed her coochie, wiped it when she peed and scratched it when it itched.
	After consuming her drink she stood still shivering.  Outside the camper the rain began to fall moreso.  Auggie turned off the stove and sat with his legs open, his cock stiff and visible.  Jill focused her young eyes on it.  Slowly he moved under the piles over covers, he held them open…
	“Come on.” he told his Subject.
	Jill stood as she was, knees knocking and shivering.  She displayed confusion—she knew the situation was wrong but then again she couldn’t figure why.  
	Seeing the girl’s lingering hesitation, “Drop the towel and come on.” 
	The voice was more stern and Jill obeyed; the towel fell onto her panties; she stepped out of her panties and into the  bed.  Auggie snuggled her, caressed her, and made her warm.
	It wasn’t the first time he had been naked with a young girl…

*
	
	Time.
	Another time, another place, far away.  It was early on when the realization of what he was able to do (with his mind) as opposed to acquiring some gadget-device to enable him to pursue sexual delights.  He didn’t fully understand the complexities of how or why he was able to do those narly things without the aid of a “device”, it was too complex.  At the time he was angry, though, with himself.  He had no “past”, there were “images” in his mind but when he tried to concentrate on them—the images dissipated and all was lost leaving him frustrated.
	With no past and a quasi future he began to travel, cross country via a horsey he called Vallen.  No reason given, he just did.  Of course, the horesy was “acquired” via other means of normal man-horse acquisitions…
	Traveling on foot sucked.  His mind was fraught with confusing images he didn’t understand; places and people, too.  There was no ID, no wallet, no money.  He wore disheveled clothing, needed a shave and a hot bath.  Some food would be good, too.
	The area traveled was rustic, back country of rustic hills, sandstone hills, and sandy desert flat lands—all choked with brush and boulders.  The going wasn’t easy and he had no idea WHERE he was going.  He needed food, drink, and some sort of semblance of a Peace of Mind.
	Once down from the abusive hills and across a dry wash he heard a noise.  Other than birds and a far off barking of a dog there had been absolute silence—which was a little unnerving.  Then he heard a new sound and it took a few moments for his frapped mind to make it out as a horsey sound.
	Moments later he saw the horsey and it had a rider.
	Female, age not determined.  She had titties, straw cowboy hat with a pink ribbon/sash about it.  Long brown hair that bounced on her backside, her titties bounced, too, and it was exciting to watch.
	The horsey was mildly aware that someone in the bushes was watching and it spooked him.  The rider looked around and while fumbling for her EMAD deterrent, shouting out a warning, “I’m armed!” which to the spying onlooker meant nothing (at the time), the horse bucked, tripped over some small rocks, and flung its rider.
	The gal went sailing upwards not far but collided with an old snag tree before Newton’s Laws came into play.  She fell quickly with a thump and lay very still.  

	The horse trotted off and eventually settled.  It fart, dumped some turds, then munched on some tufts of grass.  August, who barely at the time knew to address himself as the Eighth Month of the year, checked the gal.
	There was some blood on the side of her head, her cowboy hat was crumbled and she had a broken arm.  His first instincts to try and revive her were nullified by a sudden urge to see her nude.  Her boots were removed firstly—followed by her tight fitting jeans.  Blue panties with yellow daises greeted him and images of naked girls of various ages filled his mind.
	He finished getting her clothing off then sat back to eye her, to pull her into his mind and drive out the other pesky images.  Then he himself became unclothed and he lay on her.  Natural instincts or something other put the motions into play.  The cow-gal merely moaned, fluttered her eyes, and semi-enjoyed the fuck.
	August certainly did.
	When he was done he rested and spent some time noshing on her titties.  Strange but familiar feelings swelled within him putting him into new modes of depravity; rolling the semi-unconscious young adult woman over and spanking her ass flesh, parting the cheeks and driving his bone into her asshole.
	It was while she was being reamed that she DID become more aware but was unable to do anything as with one broken arm and a head injury she was in no condition to do so.
	August plowed her asshole, shoving himself DEEP into anal tract unaware of the fact of whether or not she was an anal virgin or not.  Not that he cared; he strove only for the pleasure that fucking a tight sphincter could bring.  And after a few minutes of pumping sweet sexual release was at last granted.
	One more deplorable act came; moments after releasing his liquid love into her asshole, August stood and straddled the woman and began peeing on her.  Thereafter he made friends with her horse and rode away.

*

	It was a beginning.  The discovery of his narly mind powers came slowly upon him a little at a time as he traveled the back country making small encounters here and there.  The back country was not all rustic, further down from where he had “acquired” the horse and there was lush farmland.  A small wooded area with large tracts of open landscape surrounding it.  Several farms where about with the outskirts of homes, too.

	Civilization.  August and Vallen trekked close finding a bounty in apples to quench their hunger and thirst.  Getting closer they found more food stuffs and fresh clothes (hanging out to air dry.)  The draw, too, was a fresh baked pie sitting on a kitchen window sill.
	The first use of his Narly Powers came into play as he was “busted” taking the pie while wearing the new duds.  It was a little girl of nine or so, country girl who was sassy, short red hair, very tomboy wearing just overalls and nothing else.
	“Hey you!” she almost shouted.
	August almost dropped the pie, shot the girl a look and told her “be quiet!”
	It was a beginning.
	More strange-familiar feelings and images swarmed into his mind.  They were confusing to be sure and would surely drive him insane; somehow, though, he managed to “get a grip” and settle down the situation.  When he had succeeded in that he took the pie, and the girl, into the nearby barn.
	The barn was not a typical “red” barn but gray.  Musty smelling, kinda dank, needed a bunch of TLC, more windows.  But then again, the less windows the better.  August consumed the pie in nearly one bite, he shared with Vallen and thereafter assessed his new situation.
	The smells of chickens, pigs, horse turds, old and new hay, and a variety of country-life weeds lulled him, calmed him.  The girl was calm herself.  Familiar things once more invaded his mind, but no longer in chaotic form.  He didn’t understand them, not in the least—he saw “images” of extremely narly business (in his mind) and equated that with the ability of subduction.
	So, behind the stacked haybales young Darla “Sport” Finch was laid out as naked as Vallen’s former rider had been.  Auggie took a long gander at her, examining her fine naked body and saw a new goal in his life.  Inasmuch as he wanted desperately to know who he was and how he had come to be (along with how it was he had such narly minding powers), he wanted to fuck.  A lot.
	He took his time with Darla, she was a virgin and probing his pud into her virgin pussy was incredible.  The feeling was one of which he wanted to repeat over and over again, time and time again—and then repeat!  

	Although a tomboy, she was as delicate as a flower.  August took his time with her unlike the scrogging he had done unto the previous.  His hands smoothed over her young tender body, fingering her pussy and plunging into her asshole.  When finally his cock made the move onto her pussy and then IN did so as gently as possible.
	Darla made faces and twisted her body as she was raped.  August made faces, too, pleasure mixed with some discomfort.  The pleasure, though, overrode the discomfort of plunging into a young virgin pussy.  As his cock slid to where only an inch of his cock remained out, incredible feelings swelled within; his toes curled, balls cinched up tight, his eyes fluttered and he knew—he knew that he had to repeat the act repeatedly.

	Like the previous girl, August nailed Darla’s equally virginal asshole; she remained on her backside with her legs up along Auggie’s sweaty chest.  His aching cock made almost full entry and he watched her very small breast mounds jiggle.
	It was magical.  It was more than that.  The feeling, the sensation, the simple act itself all combined to put August Moone into a world of intense debauchery.
	When done sodomizing the young girl he lay beside her; kissing her mouth, fingering her pussy, and then sucking on her titties.  He was contented with this and it gave him time to rest.
	Too much rest.  His mind no longer tormented by images he didn’t fully understand allowed him to lapse and forgo security.  Suddenly a middle aged woman was freaking out—screaming and beating his nude body with a broom.  She soon dropped the broom and picked up a pitchfork.
	Time to boogie.
	With his emotions all askew he was unable to concentrate and subdue the irate mother, Darla was “released” and August fled out the back door of the barn, naked.

	Riding a horsey naked wasn’t a good thing—so he walked.  It took an hour to relocate Vallen then another hour returning to the unfriendly backwoods area and then even further back into the more unfriendly territory that was the backdrop of the badlands.  
	He stayed a few days before coming upon a small farm set far back from any others.  There was a crop in the field almost ready for harvesting.  An old fashioned farm house with a barn and a couple of other out buildings.  Smoke drifted aimlessly from the chimney of the farmhouse.

	Secretive nightly trips to other farm-homes once more secured him clothing and a bit of food.  For some reason he paused at the latest farmhouse, he had a “feeling.”  
	The smell of chicken mixed with other assorted delicious scents put a smile on his face, he needed a shave—a bath—and a fresh fuck.  He goaded Vallen and down the small hill they went.  Upon nearing the outer perimeter of the family farm the front door of the farmhouse opened and a woman stood there.
	She looked a little haggard, but that was due to preparing daily meals, washing daily clothes daily, and tending to other household daily chores—daily.
	“Can I help you?” she asked as she wrung her hands with a towel.  The door was not all the way open leaving August to believe she may not be alone; a shotgun or a rifle was probably right handy nearby, too.
	“Just passing thru, M’am,” August said, he had learned that in short time that “distance” applied to his unique ability of “swaying” others to his will, he needed to get closer—much closer.  He remained seated on Vallen, petted the horsey and waited.
	“There’s a trough over there,” the woman said pointing to a trough that was near the barn.
	“Much obliged.” August said tipping his hat and moving Vallen to the offering.  Slowly he dismounted and continued to show tender loving care of his horse.  He himself worked the old fashioned water pump; washed his face and took a few drinks himself.  From out of the corner of his eye he could see the woman at the corner of the house.  
	Fluttering in the light breeze just behind the house were clothes, Auggie saw dresses, under clothes that only a girl would wear, longjohns that anyone would/could wear, and jeans of differing sizes.
	He had no idea what day it was, a school day or whatever; but there was a clear absence of anyone at the farm—if there were children they would be seen for sure.
	At the time, it was just the beginning of the EMAD threat across the nation, it was thought (at the time) the threat was mainly in the big cities and big towns.  But still, no one was to be trusted—especially strangers.
	August collected himself and tugged on the reins of his horse and slowly made the turn, nodding his head to the apparent lone woman.  She wore a long Prairie dress with a not-so-clean smock.  Whipping back some lose strands of middle aged hair she offered the stranger a smile.

	The farm woman made two mistakes as the stranger was leaving; 
	One, she made an offer:  “Would you like some coffee?”
	Two, she came within ten feet of “range.”

	There were plenty of places to do what he wanted to do—right on the ground by Vallen, on the porch, on the floor of the inside of the woman’s house, on her bed, kitchen floor, plenty of places.  August’s choice was right on the kitchen table.  The woman had been in the midst of making cornbread and cakes.  As August “swayed” her she tried to fend him off and very nearly did, but August’s Minding Power won out and she was helpless.
	Once inside the house a quick look was needed to ensure security.
	It was a nice home, homey and inviting; farm type furnishings, antiquities of this and that, hardwood floors with throw carpeting here and there, a sunken living room that was small; no tv but a large fireplace with several bookcases and an old fashioned radio.
	As “Caroline” was laid out on her flour dusted kitchen table August saw a sweet little four year old clad only in her pink panties.  Long light brown hair all in curls and very messed up, she had just awoken from a nap.  Auggie quickly zapped the little one—it wasn’t too successful but successful enough to make her “not a problem” or security threat.  (and at four how much of a security threat could she be?)
	Auggie’s attention then returned to the woman, Caroline Lagalls.
	She wasn’t happy about her impending impendment.  She knew, she knew exactly what was going to happen to her and she struggled against the forces against her.  To no avail.  
	‘Where’s hubby?’ August asked.
	Caroline refused to answer.
	No matter, Auggie popped his neck swiftly and smiled as up under the woman’s dress he hitched her panties and tugged them down.  Caroline thrashed about on the table but the power against her held her firm just the same, keeping her from getting out of control.  Auggie sniffed the panty crotch before undressing himself…

	The ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall near matched August’s pumping into the woman’s pussy, it was rhythmic and pleased him.  Caroline was NOT pleased, she gripped the edges of the table and endured.  August admired her womanly body, her clothes had been removed and he marveled at her bouncing breasts.

	It was noticed, too, that the woman kept looking around, specifically to the stove.  There wasn’t anything on the stove, though—pots and pans but no fire.  The oven wasn’t on, either.  August drove his cock DEEP into the woman as he felt the stirrings of a delicious orgasm swelling through his loins.  
	Quickly he crawled up onto the woman as he had been standing on the floor with Caroline’s ass right at the edge of the table.  His pace of pumping increased and Caroline Lagalls was in for the fuck of her life.
	During the intense pumping August saw “pictures” in his mind from Caroline’s mind—children.  His concentration, though, was on the act of fucking; quickly, though, he did the deed with the forethought that he would do her again but slower.  Besides, she had two other “holes” he would fill…
	During the time of “cooling down” an attempt was once more made to garner what was so interesting about the stove.  August smiled, it wasn’t the pots and pans on the stove but the stove clock—time!
	It was near three in the afternoon and Caroline had kiddies who were soon due home.  From his vantage point of still laying on the nude farm woman he could see pictures and photos on tables in the adjoining living room.  Two girls and a boy all close in age.

	A few minutes after the hour of three and August saw three kiddies coming up the long winding gravely road.  Caroline saw them, too; she shook her head and begged, pleaded, whimpered.  August clamped his hands onto her fleshy—but firm, ass and continued pumping.  Minutes after he had fucked her cunny full of his love spunk and he had successfully rested enough, he dismounted only to roll the distraught woman over.  She had never taken dick up the ass—nor had she slurped schlong.  By probing her 38 year old mind Auggie had found she primarily did only the Missionary Position with an occasional Ride on Top of her loving hubby.
	After rolling her over August kissed her ass flesh, parted her cheeks and diddled her pert virginal dirt chute rim.  The funk of the lovemaking prior wafted into his nostrils and excited him.  After much ado about tonguing her hole he began plunging his fingers past the clenching sphincter—undaunted he crammed a handy dandy roller pin handle into the hole, followed by a jamming repeatedly in and out of by a handy cucumber destined for the soup pot for the evening meal.
	That was followed by Auggie’s dick and he jammed himself in fully.

	Caroline made disheartening noises as she was breeched, August slammed himself into her and fucked for several intense moments until unleashing a torrent of hot spunk.  He was near exhausted and nearly lost his “grip” on the woman.  He had to have enough energy to waylay the kiddies…

	The kiddies:  Mary Sue, Laura Anne, and Albert.  Albert was the oldest at fourteen.  His sisters followed him one year behind each.  The trio entered into the house all happy-go-lucky, singing and giggling and carrying on so.  They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw their nude mother on the table, on her back, her cum drenched pussy/asshole exposed for their stunned viewing pleasure.
	Caroline held her legs back and was near mindless.
	The front door shut, the kids whirled around and were zapped—one-two-three.  Mary Sue almost made it out of being zonked but was “captured” anyways.  It gave Auggie a headache, securing the minds of so many was also a problem.
	‘Take—off your—clothes.’ he minded to them.
	The kids struggled against the command.
	‘Haven’t you seen—each other—naked?’
	The kids had, August saw the images in the minds of each other seeing the other naked.  Mary Sue and Albert were a little naughty with one another—Mary Sue fondling/tugging on her brother’s cock while he fingered her pussy and rubbed his cock on her ass.
	Not much more than that.  All three watched the other peeing out in the woods.  Mary Sue and sister Laura Anne shoved hot dog wieners into the other’s pussy, but no sucking or pussy pounding.
	Albert had bathed the youngest sister, Carrie, but there were no sexual or other inappropriate actions OR thoughts.  Not to her, anyways, he DID want to sink his bone into Mary Sue and Laura Anne.  And of course there were a whole host of girls and teachers at his school he wanted to do same.
	Mary Sue wore a dress, old fashioned but she liked it; Laura Anne hated dresses—for herself and wore loose fitting jeans.  Strangely, it was twelve year old Laura Anne who had the bigger titties, sister Mary Sue’s were a bit smaller but more rounder.  Laura Anne’s were small but protruded more and were delectable just the same.
	The girls stood in their panties while their brother stood stark naked.  It was for the benefit of their Intruder.  He stepped up nakedly behind Mary Sue and Laura Anne, smoothing his hand up and down their fine nude bodies—inciting rage within brother Albert.

	The boy’s rage would increase tenfold before the day was over.
	August patted Mary Sue on her belly before slinking his hand down inside her lavender panties.  The teen tensed up and shuddered.  Albert tried to make a move to help but was “frozen” in place.
	‘Suck his dick.’ came the command to Laura Anne.
	Laura Anne knew what the term meant, she was well schooled in sexual depravity—but not personally.  She licked her lips and reared back, she had heard of such acts and deeds at her school from other girls.  It was also depicted on the daily news and couldn’t help but be known.  She shook her head, ‘No way!’  she wasn’t sure exactly what “dick sucking” entailed and she didn’t want to find out.
	August tried another route; although he could easily force the girl to suck her brother’s dick, August delighted in coercing by another means.  Mary Sue was left with her lavender panties at mid thighs while sister Laura Anne was wrenched down over the overstuff arm of the country sofa.  A handy-dandy belt taken from the wall by the door was used on the girl’s bare ass.  It wasn’t the first time Laura Ann’s ass had met the belt—her daddy used it on her occasionally—and usually with her ass as bare as it was currently.
	She had seen her daddy nude a few times, too, including masturbating out behind the barn.  But she had never been sexually assaulted or molested by him.  He had caught her fingering her pussy in the barn but she didn’t get spanked for that—he merely walked away.
	Five hard smacks of the belt to Laura Anne’s bare bottom put the girl into accepting the awful command given to her.  Albert was furious while Mary Sue was cringing and sobbing uncontrollably.
	Laura Anne went fully down on her brother’s dick, it swelled inside her mouth.  She rubbed her stinging ass with one hand while the fingers of the other wrapped about the base of the dick she sucked.  Albert’s toes curled and he strove in part not to like the suck, but he couldn’t help it—he DID like it.
	Mary Sue’s panties were pulled all the way down and she was lain across the arm of the sofa.  She wasn’t spanked, though, her cheeks were spread and the nude Intruder took to licking her pussy and asshole to his delight.
	His delight increased as he had the girl’s brother take a turn at licking the girl’s bum, Auggie himself was then sucked on by Laura Anne—much to her displeasure.  The girl thrashed her head side to side and tried to rear back but the man’s strong hand forced her down to gobble-gobble.

	Albert did so kind of sort of like tonguing Mary Sue’s bum crack, kinda sorta.  He had always wanted to but under different circumstances.  He eyed the girl’s bung hole and somewhat furry cunt.  His young cock was hard and a desire was seething within him.
	Just before blowing off—both Auggie and Albert, Auggie pulled out of Laura Anne’s mouth and stopped Albert from licking Mary Sue.  He brought the kiddies to the kitchen where their mother was.
	Caroline still lay on her back—still holding her legs back to expose her good bits.  The children had temporarily forgotten their mother but it came full on as they entered the kitchen.
	The girls were ordered to stand aside, their mother wept as she saw them naked.  She wept more as her son “went down on her” as per commanded by the nude masturbating man behind him.
	Albert had seen glimpses of his mother nude and from seeing his siblings nude pretty much guessed what she looked like naked, but still, imagination was nothing compared to the real thing.  And for sure had he not seen his mother’s cunt full on, it was much more hairier than Mary Sue’s cunt. 	
	The Intruder commanded him to ‘lick it’ and so he did.
	To describe the “taste” of licking out her pussy he couldn’t, it was a little different than what he had just done to Mary Sue; the sensation was about the same, though, his cock was ready to blast off and he couldn’t help himself from jacking off.
	The Intruder stopped Albert and put him to another hellish deed, 
	“Fuck her.”
	There was no way Albert was going to comply with that—not until the belt came swooping down striking the back of his legs and backside.  The boy reeled and fell to the floor whereupon the belt whipped him mercilessly.
	The girls and the boy’s mother screamed and frantically ranted.  Welts appeared on the boy’s nude body and he was plucked up and slammed against the wall.
	“Listen to me you little fuck,” breathed hard the nude Intruder, “you DO exactly what the fuck I tells ya or you’ll suffer me, you will!”
	He also made it a point that any more non-compliance and some one ELSE would take the beating instead, “Including the little one!”
	Carrie.

	Albert went nuts and tried to attack the nude Intruder but was beaten once more until he nearly lost consciousness.  The girls and mother continued screaming.  Laura Anne was grabbed and wrenched over a breakfast table chair and the belt began reigning down on her.

	It took several minutes to recover composure, when he did and once more licked his mother’s cunt while both sisters sucked his cock back to full stiffness, he complied with the Intruder’s earlier command and stuffed his prick into his mother’s trim.
	While the boy fucked, the Intruder pulled Mary Sue to him and positioned her onto her mother’s face.  She laid down on her mother’s body holding her mother’s legs back her self; then, the mother parted her daughter’s cheeks and watched in absolute horror as the nude stranger sodomized her.
	Slowly his manly prick made anal entry into the young teen’s tight pooper.  The girl wailed and clung to her mother, eyes fluttering rapidly in her torment.  August pulled out and began slapping the girl’s bum with his cock, it wasn’t quite stiff enough to make the full entry he intended.  Pausing a moment he eyed the hapless Albert and bid him to take over.
	Albert was none too enthused at the terrible deed, he looked pleadingly to his mother but she was just as hapless.  Auggie entered into the boy’s mind trying to soothe him and he was successful to some degree; he put the boy at ease and got him into the rhythm that was sodomy.
	It gave time for August to collect himself and rest.  He watched the boy’s bare ass becoming sweaty as it pumped Mary Sue’s asshole.  The belt was picked up and it land harshly against the boy; his legs, back, and especially his ass.

	Albert came.  A lot.  Huge squirts exploded into his sister’s asshole; trickling down onto their mother’s face whose mouth had engulfed her son’s cum/sweaty balls.  Meanwhile, for added effect, the tormenting nude intruder had slammed his cock into Albert’s tight virginal shitter and pumped mercilessly away for several minutes until HE came.
	More resting was needed.
	Albert crawled off of his sister/mother and with a washrag handed to him by the bude abuser wipped his cummy-dirty dick off.  Mary Sue crawled off her mother but was directed to lay on the table, on her back.  Albert was directed to nosh on her cunny once more.  Meanwhile, Laura Anne noshed on the nude intruder…

	When Albert was once more sufficiently hard again he was put to the task of sinking himself into his mother’s cunt.  Laura Anne took over licking her sister’s pussy while the nude intruder caressed her ass, spanked it with his hand and then sodomized her.
	Albert was furious but his mind was overridden by the incredible sin-sations of fucking his mother.  Laura Anne wriggled as she was impacted; Mary Sue wept uncontrollably as right above her eyes was the nude intruder’s swelled smelly testicles; his manly cock sliding in and out of Laura Anne’s asshole.
	Tight-virgin holes were the way to go Auggie determined, they gave the most pleasure.  There was something to be said for Spanking, too.  It was the power, the power over another.  
	Another rest was need—if not required.  Albert was all about spent, he lay on his mother with his cock out of her unable to move.  Both mother and son clung to one another and watched as Laura Anne was pulled off of Mary Sue and placed on the floor.  Then, the nude intruder with a terrific hard-on stuffed himself into Mary Sue’s cunt.

	Laura Anne squealed as her brother’s prong invaded her cunny; her pretty blue eyes fluttered as she clung to his rigid arms and endured the fuck;	 beside her on the floor sister Mary Sue was being raped by the nude intruder.

	For the finale Mary Sue and Laura Anne lay 69ing each other, Laura Anne on top.  The girls had been duct taped together with Laura Anne’s ass stripped by the family belt.  Thereafter she was outrageously sodomized by both brother and then the nude intruder.  Mary Sue had to each time lick clean her sister’s reamed funk hole.
	Albert had to lay on his mother, his testicles nestled into her mouth, her hand superglued to his ass, his mouth glued to her hairy cunt.  The nude intruder fucked the woman, squirting loads of love cream into her DEEPLY.  He then took another breather, washing himself off before straddling the sisters and peeing on them.
	He then made his way into the bedroom where the four year old was…

*

	Just when it seemed like the rain was going to let up—it let loose a flood and August felt the mud sucking the truck down a little more.  It’d be a week being stuck in the mud before he could get out.  Oh well, he had no real place to go to and he was contented.
	Not so contented was the little girl he had recently acquired, Jill.  She stirred and curled up, straightened her legs out and seemed “distressed.”
	“Gotta pee?” he asked of her.
	She nodded that it was so.  
	‘Yer gonna get wet, gonna get cold.’ but it was better than the alternative.  ‘sides, she couldn’t help it.  August sat up and got the lantern going, Jill sat up wrapping herself in a blanket.  August stretched as much as he could in the cramped camper, scratched his balls as ass then faced the girl.  Somehow he managed to curb his instinct to jump her bones, that would come later.  He took her hand, instead, and opened the rear door.
	The rain was cold, the air colder, the mud muddy.  Holding the blanket above the chilled girl in need of a pee August directed her to “squat here” at the rear of the truck.  Jill had never peed outdoors before but the need was great and she squatted.
	“Stand up.” August told her, ‘Stand up to pee with your clothes off, spread your legs and let go.’
	Jill had slight difficulty complying as the incidence was new to her.  But she followed thru and squirted a nice long healthy girlie pee from her cunny—all the while watching as her kidnapper masturbated before her.  
	When she had finished they returned to the inside of the camper.  Jill shivered and clung to herself; August got back on the bed and pulled the girl to it as well.  The blankets came over them and the shivering slowly decreased.
	August caressed the girl’s bum, snaking his hand between her legs to finger her pussy and asshole, his cock pressed against her ass flesh enticed him but still he managed to hold off plunging himself into her.  And at length the girl turned to face him, snuggling.

	He had mellowed.  The time between when he had intruded upon the family farmhouse family and the current time was more than months—less than “years.”  A specific amount of time he could not pin point down exactly.  There was a part of him he had to curb, curtail from lashing out and being rabid in his pursuit of sexual pleasure.

	Come the morning he awoke with a mighty urge—to pee.  It was cold out—and in.  The rain had stopped and the sun was even out, but it was still cold.  Lighting the stove helped, Jill remained sound to sleep—he checked to make sure she wasn’t faking.  She wasn’t. 
	Standing on the bumper of the truck he peed.  His nipples got hard as the bite of cold air stung him—revitalized him just as well, too.  The area was given a quick looksee, then a lean to one side to check and see just how far deep in the mud the truck was.
	To the axles.
	It was going to be some trick getting out.
	In the meantime he closed the door and set to work preparing some morning grub.  Jill slowly awaken at the smell and sound of breakfast.  She looked confused at her new surroundings.  She yawned and farted, pursed her lips at ripping the butt blast.  Her naked benefactor didn’t seem to make any notice about it—so she let fly another.
	The small interior of the camper quickly warmed, Jill sat up keeping one of the blankets about her.  The nude man had made scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and small pancakes.  There was orange juice, too.  Jill WAS hungry and accepted the breakfast fare.
	Afterwards, the cookstove was cleaned up and the paper plates crumbled up and crunched into the trash sack.  Thereafter a washing of hands and mouth was in order—all the while Jill’s eyes eyed the man’s erection.  Sometimes when the man noticed she averted her eyes elsewhere.  She also tried to suppress a pesky fart bubble without success.
	The man turned to her at length and stroked his manhood.  Jill pursed her lips and leaned back some.  The man leaned down and gently pushed her back, opening her legs.  
	Jill gripped the covers, stared up to the pale dingy gray ceiling and felt the man’s tongue probing her where she peed.  She thought she’d be scared and right would have the right to be so.  Other emotions should have been present, too—fright, witless, freaking out.  She wasn’t exactly calm but nor was she freaked out by what was happening to her.

	In the daylight the girl’s trim was beautiful.  At nine the girl’s cunt was hairless, smooth, and lovely to behold—and lick.  And lick he did, quite happily, too.  He licked and lapped, drove his tongue into the crevice and enjoyed himself immensely.  The young naked girl twisted her body involuntarily, tensing up at the right moments when she was “tantalized.”

	Soon August stood up but then came down upon her, his manhood resting against her pussy.
	“Just relax.” he told her. 	 
	Easier said than done.
	He’s pud began to hump and grind against her, pausing now and then to poke into her crevice.  There was no entry but there was a lot of trying.  Jill endured, somehow, clutching at the covers and very nearly crying out.
	At length the humping ceased—with a dramatic explosion of lust!
	The pleasure was all one-sided as young nine year old Jill received know enjoyment from the act.  She was not even aware of the enjoyment her tormentor endured and only mildly aware of what he had actually done.  
	At times when he experienced the orgasm he was spent almost immediately, all his energy and faculties were null and void rendering him virtually useless for several minutes.
	Other times he experienced a mild lull and then was ready to go again.
	His spunk had spilled all over the little girl’s cunt and surrounding area, even shooting up her stomach to her chest.  The spunk matter on her cunny he diddled into the crevice therein including greasing up his finger to plunge into her adjacent asshole.  The spunk on her chest was collect with a finger and applied to her lips.
	Thereafter he August crawled up onto the child’s chest, humping his balls against her as he did so; then he pressed his semi-flaccid prick to her mouth introducing her to her first cock suck.

Sidekicks 
	Jostling didn’t help—didn’t work.
	Hours of toiling, digging, cussing—didn’t work.
	Gunning the engine, thrashing the steering wheel side to side—didn’t work.  Nothing work.  Little Jill sat on the passenger side with a blanket about her and after each futile attempt by the man she knew as August, she gave him a deadpan-whimsical look.
	After the last attempt the girl left the cab and scooted back to the bed.  
	She could have easily bolted out the back door.
	She could have opened the passenger door.
	She could have screamed, kicked, ranted, done all those things schooled to her for situations such as she was in.  but she didn’t.  Was it because of the mind hold on her from her abductor?  Did she like him?  Something other?  
	Seemingly she was content with her knew life—she had somehow merely “accepted” it and that was that.

	The man who called himself August gave up trying to free the stuck truck and came back to the camper area.  He shucked his mud encrusted boots, then the rest of his muddied clothing.  Cups of hot cocoa were prepared—meanwhile he turned to his sidekick who sat up from the “cot” bed.
	She was pretty.  Kinda plain, long blond hair that needed brushing; pretty blue eyes, virtually flat chested but there were lumps forming.  She was pleasing to look at and it caused August to get hard.  While the water heated behind him his cock heated before him.  He stroked himself while gawking at the naked girl on his bed.  Jill stared back with no emotion(s) whatsoever.  Then, from out of the blanket wrap she stretched out her hand and took over masturbating his organ.
	August hadn’t done a thing to encourage such a deed—but he was well pleased.  He also was wise enough not to let his guard down about it, too.  That would be unwise.
	Jill had a loving touch, it was nice as she ran her hand up and down his schlong; her pretty eyes of blue stared at her handiwork and August was more gentle to her.
	“You’ve got a nice touch.” he told her.  The girl who was actually had a timid/shy personality almost smiled.  
	“Lay down.” she was told.
	Jill did so, opening her legs automatically.  The man stared at her nakedness and she was somewhat embarrassed, she had never been naked with anyone but her mom and dad.
	August “went down” on her, but wasn’t as outrageous as he had been earlier/previously.  He licked nicely, slipping his tongue up and down the crevice pressing his thumbs against her cunny with the finale of fully engulfing her pussy and sucking madly.
	This only brought him to that pivotal point of ecstasy whereupon his manhood demanded extreme attention.  Once more it was placed against the girl’s poon crack and hump he did go.  Beneath him the little girl opened her legs wider and grimaced a few times as the power thrusts against her was a little discomforting.
	“Here it comes!” August yelled, he strained his cock as the surge of love cream seethed through his schlong and exploded outward.  One great shot of wad spewed from his piss slit drenching Jill’s body clear to her face.  The rest oozed out to coat her cunny.

	When he had recovered he moved up the girl’s body pressing his pud to her mouth.  And although it was displeasing to say the least, Jill lapped the juices up and sucked on the head.  She made more faces but did the deed anyways.
	When done, her panties were used to wipe her down and then she was offered the hot cocoa.

*

	Being stuck in the mud resulted in a lot of “sack time.”  A lot of “hanky-panky” went with that sack time, too.  Little Jill learned the joys of masturbation, self-stimulation, loving and being loved on.  She learned how to jack off a guy, suck cock, and delight in spunk spillage.  
	There was no penetration, just a lot of humping.
	When she needed to pee (or other) she was led out of the camper and learned how to pee and poop standing up.  Peeing was easy, but the pooping took a little more coordination—spreading the cheeks as she leaned over some.
	August wiped her clean (both places) then it was back into the camper for more froilicking/learning in bed.
	New lessons included 69ing, Reverse Missionary, and Doggie Style.  Those position(s) requiring “penetration” were done w/o penetration—save for his tongue and fingers.  The only TRUE penetration was his cock into Jill’s mouth.
	When not frolicking in bed they slept.  Jill snuggled to August and he warmly accepted her.  She had accepted her fate, so long as he wasn’t rough with her—and he wasn’t.  He had a desire to spank, hard, but curtailed such activity for someone else.  And of course there would be a “someone else.”	
	Naturally!
	For a time, though, it was August and Jill.  The truck remained “stuck” for awhile, a couple of days.  The ground was still very muddy but with perseverance, determination, and chicken wire, the truck was freed on the third day.
	The desire to “penetrate” Jill was great with August, very great.  He attested the desire to some sort of finality to their unique bonding.  But his dick was too big and her “holes” too small.  Fingers and tongue were okay, but he wanted his cock in her—sliding all the way in, depositing his liquid love and let it be at that.

	 The initial plans August had for Jill had changed, almost immediately in fact.  When he had first sighted her soaked in the bus stop enclosure he wanted to get her naked, spank her ass red, then fuck her three holes full of his special love.
	Then dump her somewhere and go on.
	But moments after acquiring her his plans about doing such things to her changed.  The desire to fill her three holes to the brim with his cream had diminished.  The desire to spank her ass red was still with him, too, but he had settled to merely lightly spanking with a lot of rubbing his hand over her flesh.
	Fingering the girl’s pussy was another great joy of his and he did it as often as he could.  And when his cock was dramatically “stiff” the girl wrapped her young fingers about the prong and worked it into a frenzy whereupon when the spurting began she devoured it.
	August was well pleased.  Well pleased.
	But his desire to lash out, to spank and make the Subject howl under him and receive his manhood to her three holes was great with him.  But he didn’t wish to be cruel to Jill.  So another would have to take her place.