August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 3
Whose woods these are…
Who cares!

I see a bad moon rising…
	His eyes narrowed as he took careful aim; the Target, though, must of sensed its impending doom as it moved and was skittish.  But still, the aim was taken as there was plenty of patience.  In actuality, the Target was not an absolute necessity, there was plenty of venison in the cellar of the cabin to last out the winter, but with the influx of more peoples to the cabin homestead more would be better.
	The Target wouldn’t stay still and leaped across the frozen creek.  August wasn’t about to go chasing after it, the snows were deep and COLD.   The day was young (and COLD) and there were other game to be had.
	“So the catkins are really vegetarians?”
	August nodded as he slowly stood up breeching the rifle and carrying properly like a huntsman should.  “Yep, ‘fraid so.” he replied.  “Took a long time for the kittens to accept and digest meat, had to get creative and mince it in with vegetables and such.”
	“But if they are related to cats and such hows come they don’t eat meat?”
	“Well, it’s true, cats in our world dine on mice, rabbits, birds, and everything else that lives that they can take down.  These cats here, Catkins, are mainly vegetarians.”  He paused, “Think of the great apes we know of, they are massive beasts but strictly vegetarians.”
	And on an afterthought, “I’ve probably screwed Cinnamon and Pepper up for life!” for turning them onto meat.  But in the dead of winter, “vegetables” were not as plentiful as was nature’s bounty of meat.
	August and Ted checked the trap lines at the nearby creek and waited a while; clouds began to roll in and the temperature began to drop steadily, and then quickly.  Soon the sky was obliterated with dark gray masses of clouds.
	“Time to boogie.” August said.

	Back at the cabin a roaring fire was started anew, Cinna and Pepper all the curious ones took sneaking peeks at the nude girl in the bed.  Cinna was most curious about the girl’s clothes—her “underwear” specifically.  Pepper was more interested in her nakedness—pussy, asshole, titties, that sort.  But he was a BOY kitten so it was a given…
	Both Cinna and Pepper had been schooled by their father, in the naughty ways that was sex and sexology.  But with only themselves to “explore” it was kind of lame and wore out its newness after a couple of years.
	“You’re gonna get caught!” warned Cinnamon to her brother.
	“No.” he declared back to her, he had already checked the windows and no one was in sight so he had time.
	“Just keep checking the windows.”  The human girl the human boy had said was called “Melody” had been in the cabin a couple of days and during that time Pepper had seen her naked.  But only glances and mere glimpses.  At night when he was sleeping he saw the boy called Ted running his hand up and down Melody’s body under the covers.
	He also “played” with his manhood using Melody’s hand!
	Pepper had also seen their daddy fingering the girl’s pussy—using his fingers and tongue but nothing else (that he had seen…)  Pepper liked licking out Cinna’s pussy and he very muchly liked Cinna sucking him.  Their daddy had taught them all sorts of sexually pleasing things…
	Cinna checked out the windows, there was one over the sink and two on the forward wall at the door.  She saw nothing, nothing but snow, trees, and more snow.  Behind her Pepper had pulled the covers off of Melody and ogled her naked teenage body.  He gave a quick shot over his shoulder,
	“Clear?” he asked.
	“Yep.”
	Pepper put his fingers to the teen’s pussy and began probing.
	This led to licking, opening her legs and getting a serious eyeful of a teenage human girl’s cunt.  He liked it; he marveled at the pussy then took a long gander at her teenage titties.  It all led him to become outrageously hard.  
	And just as he was beating off (using Melody’s hand),
	“They’re coming!” shouted Cinna.
	Naturally.

*
Farts and boogers
	Feelings.  Feelings had developed whereas he thought there never would be—or could be—or SHOULD be!  He hoped it wouldn’t be a trend.  He DID like the girl and couldn’t believe himself for not having jumped her bones—penetrated her and be done with her (as he had done so in the past with others!)
	But Jill was different and August could figure her.  He fingered her, but couldn’t figure her.  She was different, way different than the other girls he had “acquired.”  
	Other girls.  
	Yea, there had been “other girls” in the few years since knowing of his special narly mind powers.  But none had “touched” him so like Jill.  He guessed he had come to a point in his life whereas he was mellowing out.  That was okay.  He liked it.  He still wanted penetration, and if not with Jill than some other girl…
	After getting out of the mud hole in the remote woods they sloshed around exiting at the other end.  A great grassy field awaited them but with the recent rains Auggie knew better than to make a trek across.  
	To the right was flat land with small rolling hills that segued to larger hills and large groves of trees.  To the left was more rolling hills and more trees.  But a fence he could see, an enclosed meadow.  It was possible that a better road was near at hand.  Not likely, but possible.
	Auggie had long thought of acquiring a new vehicle, one that was more capable of off-roading.  He liked the truck he had currently, it suited him, but an upgrade would be nice; especially if what he had in mind continued…
	With no “road” to speak off Auggie plunged ahead slip-sliding along, the wheels of the old truck spinning sending the truck smashing against trees and bushes as it tried reverently to negotiate the woods.
	At length there was a reprieve as the truck lumbered over a hill that down below was a road.  It was a woodsy road, dirt and rock but a road nonetheless.  It was also soaked with the recent rains but Auggie thought it looked promising.
	After the truck slid sideways down onto the road Jill looked distressed.
	“Problem?” he asked of her.
	“I gotta pee.” she replied.
	Auggie smiled and opened the door.

	The air was fresh and clean.  Jill stood by the truck’s side naked with her legs open allowing gravity to do its work.  Right by her was her naked August doing likewise.  After he had peed he worked his organ and then Jill took over.  Moments later when the johnson was stiff she went slobbering down on it. 

	By the close of the day there was a cabin in sight.  It was old, rustic, and very remote.  It wasn’t big and wasn’t lived in, either—just on occasion.  There was no one about, no signs of life.  Auggie parked his truck aways away and crept stealthfully up to the cabin to check it out for security.
	All was well.
	A few raccoons and squirrels, one skunk, one owl.
	No one had been to the cabin in a very long time.  There were some old canned food items in the pantry, the sugar and flour and cornmeal had gone to waste.  And there was something unrecognizable in the smokehouse.
	The place needed airing out and a lot of cleaning.  The bedding was useless and the furniture not too good, either.  There was barely anything salvageable inside the one room cabin but August was willing to give it a try.
	Jill was just along for the ride.

	With the one bed in the cabin used for firewood and the bedding taken out and buried—Auggie and Jill made good use of the floor.  With the bedding from the truck the two snuggled on the floor before the fireplace.  No hanky-panky.  Nope, none.  Auggie snuggled his little wonder and she let him.  She was weird but that was okay.
	Jill DID stir in the middle of the night, there was a front door and a backdoor, the backdoor was stuck so she made use of the front door—which squeaked.  Auggie was awakened when the door squeaked open.  The girl had her blankie wrapped tightly about her as she made her way—the only light was from the fireplace which the fire within was dying down.  
	Auggie waited before slinking to the open door.  He had no watch and didn’t live by time but he guessed it was after midnight and somewhere close to 3 AM.
	He saw Jill standing just at the foot of the cabin steps with her legs open wide—peeing.  She cut loose a narly butt blast, cinched the blanket about her more, sneezed, farted, and completed her peeing.  She then made her way back inside forgetting to shut the door—typical kid.  As she re-snuggled with Auggie—
	“Uh, sweetie-kins, go shut the door before the wildlife try and come back and take over.”
	“Sorry.” She said in a grumbly-sleepy voice and scrambled up nakedly to comply.  When she came back shivering, August held her tightly, cuddling, squeezing her butt.  He was hard but too tired for frolicking sexually.
	That would cum later…

	The following day was spent cleaning the cabin out.  
	“Are we going to stay here?” Jill asked.
	August didn’t know, not for sure.
	“For awhile, maybe.” he replied to her.
	The cleaning of the one room cabin would take more than one day.  And there was the re-stocking of the cabin, too—food, bedding, a bed, stuff like that there that would make cabin life more livable.  The backwoods road wasn’t too far off and the only real worry Auggie had was the smoke from the fireplace—it could be seen and maybe/probably investigated.  Auggie desired a quiet peaceful life—with intermittent bouts of sexual rompings.
	The food and bedding from Auggie’s truck would do—for a while, but a run into some town or such would have to be made, soon.  In the meantime…
	The day(s) were warm, not too warm and allowed for Auggie and Jill to comfortably ran amok naked.  Auggie very muchly enjoyed watching Jill prance about in the raw—she had a lovely little ass and a great little body to go with it.  It pleased Auggie and by the late afternoon he had the girl on the bedding before the fire noshing on her bald poon.
	Jill giggled some and instinctively twisted her body as Auggie’s tongue danced about in her cunny.  Only a few minutes of this before the man moved up the girl’s body.  He snuggled against her but not so as to crush her.  Her young body was a delight to him and he marveled at it, delighted in it.  Jill lay still with virtually no thoughts, she was concerned (for her welfare) but not to the point of being scared and/or frightened.
	The lovely nude body enchanted August, he suckled on her nipples and delighted in fingering out the girl’s young virgin pussy.  Jill’s legs opened and as she was tantalized her immature nipples stiffened and her body jerked.
	August returned to devouring her cunny, engulfing the entire snatch box, driving his tongue into the crevice with the sincere intent of “getting her off.”

	His cock demanded attention and so he grinded it against the slobbered on pussy; straining to beat all with the determined desire to FUCK.  Desperately he wanted IN the girl’s pussy—there, too, was the prospect of buggering her asshole followed by drenching her entire body in cum followed by a rinse off with his pee.
	But for some reason—he held off “breaking” her in and settled for humping against the entrance until spewing his load.  It wasn’t as good as making vaginal entry but it would do—for now.
	Dinner was up nextly, after half an hour of cuddling after the pussy hump.  During the cuddling Jill hand humped Auggie’s cock and seen to marvel at the cum shooter.  She said nothing and Auggie didn’t think to pry into her mind—he just enjoyed the moment.
	After dinner—which was potatoes, scrambled eggs, the last of the bacon, the two continued snuggling with Auggie fingering the girl’s bung hole.  And at length the girl was positioned onto her hands and knees so as her horndog could absorb himself with her ass and associative naughty bits.
	Auggie did absorb himself with the girl’s bum; her hole was just as lovely as her poon—it was clean and clenched tightly as his fingers and tongue probed its rim.  He deeply imagined his goo spilling out of it and knew that soon it would happen—it had to.
	For the moment, though, he contented himself to merely licking and fingering.  The cuddling was good, too, they did a lot of that.  Some sort of odd relationship had been kindled, Jill should have been on the lookout for finding a way to escape; she should have tried rebuking her kidnapper’s naughtiness to her; she should tried taking off in the middle of the night when she was out for a midnight pee when Auggie was sleeping.
	She shoulda—coulda.  But she didn’t.

	The following day and the duo trekked along a soggy backwoods road, crossing over a wood bridge that emptied them to a better backwoods dirt road—it was more maintained.  The area was woodsy and still a ways off from civilization.  
	Along their way they spotted some deer.  Jill had never seen live deer in person and was awed.  A large buck with his mate and a fawn.  Jill was  enthralled and stared wide eyed at the timid woodsy creatures.  The animals stared back until being spooked by other woodsy creatures and they fled into the woods.
	Small rolling hills, thick woods, small meadows, all made a very picturesque setting.  Auggie and Jill cuddled in the cab of the truck, the sun broke thru the rain impending clouds and cuddling seemed the thing to do.

	After much ado about “cuddling” Auggie got a case of the hornies and began roaming his hands up and down Jill’s body.  At this point she was wearing clothes, save for panties.  August freed his hot throbbing organ and gave it a stroke.  Jill reached out her hand and took over.
	“Take your pants down, honey.” he told her.
	Jill unfastened her jeans and slid them down.  She then leaned down to begin gobbling his manhood.  August leaned down laying down, caressing her butt, kissing the crack, working her pants and shoes off.  He then maneuvered himself to be on his back with the little wonder on top of him, sixty-nining.
	It was good.  Real good.  August rather liked it as he could clamp his hands onto the girl’s ass and lick happily away.  And he did.  Meanwhile, his cock got a stiff work out and blasted a hot steamy load of love cream drenching both the inside and outside of his darling Jill’s mouth.
	It was more than sensation of a sexual kind; it was couple with the eye pleasure—Jill’s nakedness pleased him—he marveled at the girl’s nakedness, her bald poon, her naked perfectly shaped ass, then the rest of her nakedness all enthused and entranced him and the desire to fuck her pussy and asshole thrilled him beyond expectations.
	“Car coming!” Jill said suddenly.
	August sat up and sure enough a vehicle was near upon them.  He sat up but kept Jill down and out of sight.  She slid to the passenger side floorboard and huddled.  August cracked a wing window and slowly worked his pants back up—he had undone them and slid them down to his ankles during Jill’s sucking him off.
	The car was a new model sedan and the driver nodded with a slight wave of the hand and splashed on down winding backwoods road and soon was out of sight. Jill seemed to be giggling.
	“Get dressed.” he smirked to her.
	August rubbed the heal of his hand to his cock, Jill sucked him good and he yearned greatly to shoot his load into her pussy.  Before that could happen, though, she would have to be broken in.  There were several ways to accomplish that—more reverent finger, the use of an “item”, or a cock that belonged to a boy her age.
	Various vegetables were popular items girls used to break themselves in, or be broken in by someone else.  Long neck pop bottles, bananas, straight or knobby bed posts, and my favorite—dog dick!
	There were, of course, other methods.

	Five miles down the road and there was blacktop.  Then ten miles further was a small farm and then a small community.  The hills were lush and small, the woods went from sparse to thick with meadows on either side of the road.
	August didn’t worry per se but wondered curiously just how much he could trust Jill.  She was for the most part seemingly willing to participate in her kidnapper’s lust fest.  But how would she be in a different environment, one where there were other people, lots of people—a phone, a local sheriff’s deputy…
	August pulled the muddied truck to the side of a building that was the community’s general store.  A ranger’s pickup was nearby, too.  There were all the buildings to make up a small community town—post office, laundry center, feed store, boutique, two restaurants and one service station (along with the general store.)
	Jill’s appearance was altered some, her long hair was bunched up under her fisher’s hat found at the cabin.  A long jacket of August’s was put on her along with sunglasses.  A red bandana went about her neck and she was schooled not to “look at any one” or “talk to anyone”.
	The girl nodded that she understood and the two made their way inside the store holding hands.  “Stay with me.” he told his sidekick.  Jill clutched his hand and kept her head bowed.
	Clothes, bedding, foodstuffs.
	Brooms, pots/pans/skillets.
	Books, magazines, cleaning supplies.
	A few items at a time with the use of Narly Powers to make it so to the Proprietor and clerk that August and his “daughter” were not turn-around repeat customers.  Auggie made it so as the old gent and his grandson didn’t/wouldn’t remember his coming/going at all!  And especially they were not to remember the little girl.
	While loading the truck August saw two things of interest:
	One; a longbed 4-wheel pickup with customized camper for sale.
	Two; a little girl with her family wandering out of sight.
	The truck was a mid ‘70s model, running boards, winch, extra lights, and “rugged” appearance.
	The girl was of some interest; curly brown hair, glasses, potential to possible nerd, small lips, small butt, no chest, average size for her age group.  
	The truck had massive tires for all terrain types.
	The girl had a bratty little brother.
	The truck had an extended cab.
	The girl had a bratty little brother…

	The girl appeared to be about ten, her bratty brother two years younger.  The girl didn’t want to have anything to do with him, but then again had to by order of Parent.  There were no EMAD deterrent devices visible on her person, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there.  Besides, August didn’t have to worry about those as he had a natural power that was not detectable.
	The more he slyly checked the girl, the more he saw her naked, in her panties, on his face.  He saw her licking out Jill’s pussy while he himself took her from behind.
	Then he latched onto the girl’s bratty brother.
	A thought came to him, the boy was young enough to have a slender sleek cock, small enough to “break-in” Jill’s cunt.  August also desired to see brothers and sisters fuck—just simply fucking because.  JSFB it was immoral, illegal, illicit, and wrong.  But it was a well known fact that many brothers and sisters were having sex, and had been doing so long before the advent of the EMADs.  Fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, same sex relations, uncles and nieces, grandpas and granddaughters.  On and on it went; it was only with the influx of mind altering devices that the illicitness was perpetuated beyond control.
	Timing.  It was all about timing.
	
	Up closer she was a little cuter; brown knit slacks, a typical shirt, not as flat chested as first thought.  She had potential.  She had a neat little smile, a very round face, was intelligent and a quasi nerd-like person without the pocket protectors—she was just a curious person about all subjects, life, bugs, creepy crawly things, and how science worked.
	And then there was her brother…
	The boy was seven and way big on “guess that smell”; he wore a knit cap from his grandmother’s hands near constantly—including the Summer; his fashion statements left a lot to be desired—he talked his mother into fashioning underwear to his pants—they weren’t really underpants but were designed to look so.  He was good natured and everyone liked him.
	August liked him, too.
	The only fear was that though he was able to muck up the old man and his grandson at the store, he couldn’t “touch” the minds of everyone in the small town, someone was sure to have noticed the new truck (that they hadn’t ever seen before.)  But then, the community of Dogwood wasn’t unfriendly to tourist and there were quite a few at the two restaurants

	Auggie took a slow pace out of town but as soon as he was around the bend he kind of floored it.  The old truck’s tires bit into the wet gravely road and hauled ass.  
	Too much ass, Auggie missed his turn.
	Then, while backing up to make a U-turn on the narrow not very wide road, the truck got stuck—naturally!  A little more off-roading was in order, a lot of slipping/sliding and then barreling over a small berm to plunge headlong into a creek!
	A little rest, some cussing, and then a lot of work to undo what had been done.  He got wet, cut, and banged up shins for his efforts but the truck was finally dislodged.  There was significant damage to the undercarriage components and the old truck wasn’t long for the world.
	Shortly before midnight they rolled up to the cabin.
	Jill was carried into the cabin, she awoke, yawned and shivered some.  Auggie got the fire going and wished to be able to go straight to bed; he had a whole bunch of stuff to bring in but was wet and dinged up and dead tired.  Jill went right to sleep.  He warmed himself at the fire a moment then went to fetch his “alternate” cargo.

*

	Brenda and her brother Brad had a restless night.  Brad wet himself and had to remain in his wet clothes.  Sister Brenda had to “go” to but held it.  Brenda’s hands were tied behind her along with her ankles secured.  Brad was likewise.  The girl was so tired she hadn’t the energy to be frightened, that would come later.
	Later was the crack of dawn.
	She was “herself” for a moment, a stranger was before her she knew to be a kidnapper.  She had never seen him before.  He smiled to her and then she began to feel differently, strangely.  She couldn’t figure it let alone understand it.
	‘You will do as you are told—WHEN you are told to do it.’
	‘You will do ALL things told to you.’
	‘You will obey.’
	There then was some silence, then; there were images in her mind, her own images:  of when she had spied on those boys at Summer camp who were peeing in the woods followed by masturbating.  Brenda knew what “masturbating” was.
	There, too, were other assorted images of the naughty kind filling her young mind; such as:
	…such as a teen girl sucking on a teen boyfriend’s pee-pee; a teen boy sucking on a teen girl’s bared breasts while she masturbated him; a pair of pre-teens 69ing; and other assorted teens doing assorted positions and styles.  Young Brenda had heard some of the “terminology” for such positions but didn’t know them exactly—she didn’t know what a 69er was, or an “around the world”, backdoor banditry, doggie-style, reverse Missionary, etc., despite the fact of seeing such positions.
	She was an occasional masturbator, and it had been taught to her that doing such things to herself was okay—she was just kind of embarrassed to do those things AND it DID feel good!
	Brenda nodded acceptance to her New Way of Life, it was a little confusing still and she would just have to take it a little at a time.  
	“Take off your clothes,” said the man, ‘except for your panties.’
	Brenda gulped, blinked her eyes and shook her head.  She couldn’t hardly fathom undressing before a stranger.  Then, before she knew it, her hands were undoing the buttons to her shirt!  She tried to think hard to stop them although she never had to really “think” about dressing or undressing, wiping, fingering, or doing anything—she just “did” things out of instinct or habit without really a lot of thought to it—like breathing.
	The shirt was undone and pulled off.
	Brenda continued to shake her head and was highly confused.
	Some fright came to her as her hands undone her slacks and pushed them down.
	“NOOOOOOO!” she wailed.
	Then suddenly she was smacked, on her ass.  The man had grabbed her and pulled her tight to him and swatted his bare hand to her ass, then shoved his hand inside her panties to squeeze her flesh HARD.  The purple panties were yanked down by the other hand and then the ass flesh squeezing hand took another smack to her.
	‘You WILL comply!’ 
	‘You WILL!’
	‘My WILL is yours to obey!’
	‘You WILL comply!’
	‘You WILL do as you are told!’

	August had always marveled at his “abilities.”  He had no way of knowing how exactly he had come to have them, or why.  It was a mystery, a part of his life that was in a void, a dark shadow that had no light and gave him little information.

	What info there was was of a place he knew not.  That in meaning there were “images” of a place he had yet to come to; a desert scene with rustic mountains, hills, plateaus and “canyons so deep you have to look twice to see the bottom!”
	But mind powers he had and they helped him along in his efforts to sway others to do his bidding, one way or another.  He made his life as he wished and that was that.  At one time he had settled in a place, a small city that was more spread out and not bound together like some major metropolis.  The knowing of his Mind Powers he had had been more than a year but less than five years.  The first year had been mostly one of acknowledgement and then discovery, understanding, and usage.
	He still didn’t have a firm handle on the narly abilities, but had come to some understanding of what he could and couldn’t do.  So at length he had come to settle in a small city and take up residence near a church.  He liked churches—only a small handful were really devout peoples who Believed in a Higher Power; the rest were phonies.
	In some respects August’s pursuit of trying to full understand what was locked in his noggin led him to the church.  Was it by design or something other?  Was there a Higher Purpose?  
	It mostly confused him and he merely sought Peace.
	With young adults, tight pants, short skirts, and young’uns all about—Peace was dropped to second place.  For the most part he really strove to be Good, especially in a House of Worship.  But his Narly Abilities allowed him to “see” things others didn’t; like:
	The tall distinguished man who during service held his wiggly little six year old on his lap.  Then, when standing, it was obvious to see that he had a boner AND a wet spot!  The little girl’s panties were at mid-thigh!
	Two teen boys double teaming a barely teen girl.
	Two teen girls kissing and pawing one another.
	Two teen boys fooling around with one another.
	A deacon balling a barely teen girl in his office.
	A grandfatherly parishioner had his two darling granddaughters out in his van.  One of the girls was twelve while the other was just about seven or so.  The twelve year old was on her hands and knees, her dress up over her waist, her panties off.  Her 60-something year old grandpa behind her pumping furiously away—his slacks and underwear at his ankles.  Meanwhile, the seven year old lay on her back with her panties off.  She had her legs pulled back to expose her goodie.  The grandpa while slamming his johnson into his pre-teen granddaughter fingered the seven year old’s pussy!
	And then there was Melanie.

	Melanie was a kind of tall gal, and a mother.  Big tits.  LOTS of coal dark hair, BIG TITS, and just a cunt hair under six foot six inches.  She worked at the church; she was just out of college with a degree in teaching.  She was a recent divorcee with three kids.  She had been one of the first peoples to greet August Moone and greet him warmly, sincerely, and with a big hug.
	August himself was kind of tall, but not 6’6” tall, he was a couple of inches shorter than that.  But he didn’t mind, the gal’s charming personality and smile won him over anyways—along with those BIG TITS!
	Rachel Marie was going to be tall, too—she was the oldest child of Melanie’s at fourteen and just a cunt hair under six foot even.  Her tits were small in comparison to her mother’s, but there was time for them to blossom.  She was pretty in a Plain Jane sort of way, nothing striking but her height.  She was a serious person, though, not outgoing and not outwardly friendly—but that was due in part to her parents’ divorce.
	Lanai was the middle girl, she was named after a small island near Maui, Hawaii where the girl was “conceived.”  It didn’t appear as though she had the “tall” gene, her appearance was more softer; she was in between being a tomboy and a “girl.”  She liked dresses and to dress up, attend tea parties; but also liked to play with the boys, climb trees, and stomp in the mud.
	Ruth Anne was named after her grandmother.  Ruth Anne was—a cry baby, if she didn’t get her way—she cried.  And she was good at it, too.  With the divorce of her parents she was mostly a sad and unhappy little girl of seven.  She fretted and frowned a lot but it was hoped that with the new environment of Church she would snap out of it.
	All three girls were “home schooled.”
	And it was by this “home schooling” environment that brought about something kind of strange and unique.  Although August thoroughly planned on using his Narly Powers against Melanie and her family, he was surprised and taken aback when confronted by Melanie with a “proposition.”
	“My daughter needs an education.” she had told him.
	Previously, August and Melanie had “hooked up” and done the naughty in her house—which happened to be on Church property; there were several houses about the almost remote locale of the Church—a large stable arena was near by, a river, and a major roadway.  Church attendance was usually about 800 on any given Sunday.

	With Mel fresh out of college, divorced, three kids, and got along well with the Church folk, she was offered one of the homes in exchange for Opening the Doors of the Church, picking up the leaflets parishioners left behind after services, and etc.  
	There was some sort of odd relationship, kismet, between Mel and August, she was oh so Churchy and deep into her faith and Bible study—but she was kinky and naughty on the side!  She liked doggie-style and to be spanked!  She liked to be peed on while in the shower.  She gobbled cock and sucked balls, taking Auggie’s cock and balls into her mouth at the same time!
	They had once been caught by the oldest girl, Rachel, who had come home from the church’s sponsored journalism class early.  She got a glimpse of Auggie dashing to the bathroom—her mother and Auggie had been doing the naughty right in the living room!  Rachel had come thru the side door at the kitchen…
	But still, it was a surprise to be propositioned—“My daughter needs an education.” and it was strongly conveyed to him just what kind of education that it was to be!
	Well, almost.
	‘Uh, for clarification—me and you and me and her?’
	An image popped into his mind from Melanie’s mind—it was one of August naked fucking Rachel.
	August smiled, he was cool with that—very cool.

	‘Are you a virgin?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Have you been naughty with a boy (any age) at all?’
	‘No.’
	‘Do you WANT to?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Do you want to take a boy in your ass?’
	‘I don’t know.’
	‘In the mouth?’
	‘Maybe.’
	‘Have you seen a boy naked?’
	‘Yes.’ At Summer camp, behind the church peeing, masturbating, and young boys she had babysat for.
	‘Do you finger your pussy?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Do you finger your sisters?’

	‘NO!’
	‘Do your sisters finger themselves?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Does you Mom know?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Does she help?’
	‘No.’
	‘Does she join in?’
	‘Yes.’
	Oooooooh!
	‘Does Mom lick you between your legs?’
	‘Yes.’
	Oooooooh!
	‘Does she lick your sisters the same way?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Do you, your sisters, lick her pussy?’
	‘Yes.’
	Family sex fest.
	The line of Mind-to-Mind questioning gave Auggie a sincere hard-on.
	Briefly he Mind-quizzed Lanai and Ruth Anne; ‘ever been molested—by someone other than their mother?’  ‘been naughty with a boy (any age).’  ‘do you WANT to be naughty with a boy (any age)?’ among others just to uncover their truths.
	Ruth Anne was only mildly curious about boys and their pee-pees.
	Lanai had wrapped her fingers about a boy’s dick and whacked it.  The boy was her age.  The boy had a brother who was three years older and she had been talked into whacking him, too.  She got talked into sucking both boys and pulling her panties down to give them a “show.”  The boys “touched” her pussy but with their fingers only.  Nothing more followed.
	The Melanie Russel house was a messy one, not unkempt but close counts.  Clothes and school stuff everywhere, newspapers, art projects, and Church stuff.  The bedrooms were a Declared Disaster area.  August had been invited over for a dinner, firstly—the “other” would take place after.
	At dinner, Ruth Anne farted.  It broke everyone up and took the heaviness that had been laying on them.  After dinner August wasn’t waiting around and decided that the living room was “just as good a place as any.”  The sofas were moved back some, the coffee table moved and August stood near eye-to-eye with Rachel.  

	‘Your Mom tell you what was going to happen?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘What?’
	‘You were coming over to teach me about sex.’
	‘What do you want to know?’
	Her mind went a little blank on that one.  Being home schooled 	had advantages and disadvantages—being schooled at home allowed for a broader explanation of taboo subjects in the norm school setting.  But still, though the girl knew somewhat what “sex” entailed, absoluteness remained unknown.
	‘You want to know what it “FEELS” like to have sex?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Does your Mom put her fingers and tongue into your pussy?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Does your Mom or yourself or sisters put anything ELSE into your pussy?’
	‘Yes.’
	Vegetables, flashlights, balloon rub, and blanket pull.
	Balloon rub?  Blanket pull?
	Balloon rub is where a half filled balloon filled with lukewarm water is rubbed vigorously against a gal’s coochie.  A blanket pull is where a horny gal holds a blanket end with her feet then tugs the blankie between her legs (and her coochie) for good healthy hump.
	‘DO you want to get fucked?’
	She wasn’t sure.  Maybe—she was all kinds of curious.  All kinds.
	‘Would you let your Mom’s friend, August, fuck you?’
	A slight pause, but she nodded her head and in her mind, ‘Yes.’
	August helped calm the girl’s encroaching fears and nervousness, using his Mind Powers it was easy.  Then he hugged the girl and began kissing on her, caressing her backside with his hands slipping down to her butt.  She wore a simple pullover top with pink not-too-tight jeans.  
	‘Take off your top.’ 
	Rachel slipped off the top; August removed her bra, leaned back to take in her very well pleasing titties.  Her Mom had 44Ds, Rachel was well on her way with being merely fourteen and having 28Cs!
	Auggie caressed the breasts, squeezing the nipples all the while the girl’s Mom and siblings stood close by.  There was a little trouble undoing the jeans but they were managed.  The zipper was unzipped allowing the flaps of the pants to come down.  The pants themselves dropped slowly to her knees.  August gave the girl a squeeze and began kissing some more.

	Lanai and Ruth Anne stood by giggling with Lanai unknowingly fingering herself.  
	‘You ok?’ 
	‘Yes.’
	‘Are you ok?’ he asked of Rachel’s Mom.
	‘Yes.’
	‘Horny?’
	‘Yes!’
	‘You wont mind if August FUCKS your daughter right here and now?’
	‘No.’
	‘What if he wants to be naughty with the other two?’
	Long pause, ‘I-I don’t know.’
	‘Tonguing them, fingering them, jerking off onto their pussy, ass, mouth, face?’
	‘Ok, yes.’
	‘Having them SUCK his cock, balls?’
	Another long pause, ‘Maybe.’
	Auggie could sense some apprehension, molesting her daughters herself was one thing, but she wasn’t so sure about bringing in someone else—despite of the fact she was allowing him to get naughty with her eldest.
	August undone his own pants, no underwear.  His manhood sprung out dramatically—it was LONG, HARD, and OH so ready to fuck!  Taking Rachel’s hand he got the girl to work him, cup his balls, and “get him ready.”
	Meanwhile, his tongue danced a jig inside her mouth getting HER ready!  The nipples of her breasts had stiffened and brushed against his bare chest enticing her more and more.  She quivered, shivered, and Ruth Anne farted.

	‘Before you have sex with a guy, you have to SUCK his dick.’
	‘Ok.’
	Rachel eased to her knees and stared eye-to-eye with Auggie’s cock.  She still worked the organ but soon was drawn to it—or it moved to her one or the other.  The bulbous tip pressed against her lips—pre-cum was already there to greet her.  Natural instinct prompted the girl to push her lips about the enlarged mushroom-like head and engulfed.

	 There was a little gagging and retching—but that was natural reflexes and couldn’t be helped—she was a first timer.  Auggie pulled out and humped the girl’s face, poked her nose, ears, then humped her forehead—cinching his balls right up to her nose and eyes (face fucking) before plunging back into her mouth.
	‘Lay down.’
	The girl obeyed, a little eager and a little concerned.  She was not exactly a “virgin”—she had been broken-in by her Mom using a dildo.  A fake cock, though, was nothing like the “real thing.”
	The “real thing” slid into her sex—there was resistance and Rachel reacted with arching her back, gritting her teeth, pursing her lips and clawing the floor.  
	‘Just relax,’ soothed August’s Mind Powers, ‘be calm and enjoy.’
	It took a little doing but Rachel accepted the cock—there was little “joy” in the deed, but it was her first fuck.  August would have to repeat his actions a few times before she got the hang of it and found that elusive joy.
	The fuck was slow; several times did the Fucker pull out of the Fuckee to hump the cunt.  Rachel continued to twist and raise her body; she did find some tingling sensation stemming from her cunny causing her to feel like she was peeing.
	‘Melanie, have the girls take their clothes off.’
	‘Ok.’
	Auggie checked to see how willing she was to comply with that; she was mostly willing—just needed a little goading.  As for Ruth Anne and Lanai?  They were the same.  Both were somewhat embarrassed, but their curiosity out weighed their embarrassment and so it allowed them to get naked with August’s presence.
	Mel helped slid the clothes off of her lanky framed Ruth Anne, she needed to be in the sun more as her lanky body was lily-lily white.  Super blond hair, incredible bright blue eyes, very white teeth, thin build.  She was a cutey for sure and wore yellow panties with duckies all over them.  As Auggie continued plowing the girl’s sister he marveled at the youngster’s nudity and very muchly saw his cock sliding in and out of her body…
	The same was for Lanai.  Of the three, August actually preferred the quiet-shy one; Lanai was cuter, kinder, and more desirable.  She wore powder blue panties and August’s cock swelled as it fucked the girl’s sister—very-very muchly he wanted to fuck Lanai…

	He took his time, pulling out now and then to hump the cunt, then slid back in gaining an inch more at a time.  Meanwhile, he had Lanai lay out on her backside right beside him so as he could take a nice gander at her nakedness.  On the other side of them was the youngest, Ruth Anne, got on her hands and knees with her legs open wide exposing her tight unfucked asshole.
	It was going to be a long evening…

And speaking of “long”…
	After the hard but not harsh smacking to her ass Brenda Mercial did settle down.  She was a smart girl, almost nerdy, and quickly understood the situation she was in.  She didn’t like it, but she understood it.  
	Clinging to her kidnapper she endured having her panties worked down along with having her ass explored.  The man fingered her asshole and that made her very uncomfortable.  She knew she was probably going to be raped—it made her more scared and she clung to the man enduring all.
	Brenda’s clothes were removed and then she was to stand before the man with her hands to her sides.  The man gawked at her, looked her over, stared at her coochie, then had her turn around, BEND over and spread her cheeks.
	To say the least Brenda had a hard time complying—not because she couldn’t comply but it was fright—horror and fright at the unmitigated gall that overwhelmed her.
	But she complied and the man got behind her…

	At first it was “fingers”, that she could tell.  She had no idea about “sodomy” although she had heard the term many times (at her school, church, and especially the daily news blab.)  looking the word up didn’t particularly help matters for clarity and she didn’t feel that she could really “ask” anyone.
	After the “fingering” of her bum hole the man placed his tongue to her hole and began feverishly licking.  Brenda was grossed out by that action; she pooped from there, farted, and it was just a gross thing she very seldom thought about—it was gross!
	The man also kissed her butt cheeks before having her stand up.  
	‘Just relax and remember, DO as you are told at all times.’
	Brenda sighed and was moved over to the fireplace.
	The man’s attention went to Brenda’s brother, Brad.

	Brad had wet himself during the ride from the town to the cabin and then again thru the long night.  Brenda (and Jill) watched as the boy was stripped naked.  Brad put up no fight whatsoever.  The boy’s wet clothes were tied together (he wouldn’t be wearing clothes anymore anyways) and placed into bag along with his sister’s clothes.
	A washrag was brought into play and the man washed the boy’s boy parts.  Thereafter the lad got to go be with his nude sister.  It was then that the two took notice of Jill.  The girl was nude, too.  The two went out of the cabin leaving Brenda and brother Brad to cling to one another and fret.
	Brenda tried reverently to console her brother, but had to save some of that consolation for herself.  She hadn’t been raped but figured it was coming.  Brad clung to her and whined some, Brenda stood nakedly at the fire wondering what it was going to be like to be raped.
	It wasn’t going to take long to find out…

	After August and Jill carried in the supplies the two washed off their muddy feet, got the two newcomers to help out stocking the cabinets, sweeping, and tidying up the one room place.  Thereafter…
	‘Honey, I’m going to have the boy do you.’
	Jill stared back at him.  ‘Huh?’  she sat on the one rinky-dink handmade sofa nakedly hunching over some as kids do. 	Brenda and young Brad had plopped down by the fireplace—waiting.
	‘My cock,’ and he waggled his stiff johnson, ‘is too big for you, I don’t want to hurt you so you have to be “broken-in” and the boy is the right size to begin with to do that.’ pause  ‘Got it?’
	Jill shrugged, “I guess so.” she said out loud.
	‘Lay back and open your legs.’ 
	Jill did so.  All eyes were upon the girl’s goodie.  
	‘Come here.’ August minded to Brad.
	Timidly the boy crawled over, his sister getting a good look at her brother’s bare ass, swinging balls, cock, and asshole.  The boy went up to the other girl and Brenda was in absolute awe as suddenly her brother began licking the girl’s coochie!
	August rubbed on the boy’s butt and tried fingering the boy’s hole while he did so.  Jill as usual expressed no emotions at all but lay with her shoulders at the back of the sofa, legs wide open being licked out.
	Brenda tightened up as the man stood and approached her.  She eyed his one-eyed monster and traveled up to lock on his face—then back to his naked pulsing cock.

	Brenda had never seen such a thing, she had seen little boys and boys her age, but a man cock was something else.  Already she was pressed against the rocks surrounding the fireplace, they were warm but she didn’t care—she knew the time had come.
	Firstly, though, the man stood before her masturbating, she didn’t really know exactly if that term applied to a “guy” or not, she knew that masturbation for a girl meant fingering herself where she peed.  
	The man stroked his penis, squeezed it at where it began from the trunk, fondled his testicles like her brother was always doing, and then…
	‘Kiss it.’
	The words invaded her mind like a stabbing bright light.
	‘Lean forward and KISS IT!’
	Brenda wanted to comply, she did, but she couldn’t.  she began to weep, sob, and clutch herself.  It was a nightmare, a horrible-horrible nightmare.
	“Please,” she begged, “don’t…”
	‘Suck it or be spanked.’
	Brenda only cried and sobbed more.
	“Suck or your brother gets it.”
	Brenda froze.  In no way did she want to bring harm to her brother, ‘specially because of something she did or didn’t.  So, closing her eyes tight, squeezing out the tears, she leaned forward with trembling lips.  The man put his hand about the back of her head and “helped” her enjoy that what was cock.

	Just like the first first-first time cocksucker, Rachel, Brenda retched, gagged, and very nearly hurled.  She didn’t hurl, but she very nearly did.  the cock seemed to have grown pumping inside her mouth, it moved in and out and then seemingly tried to go down her throat.  The man pulled the massive organ out of her mouth and pressed it against her tear stained face.
	‘Suck my balls.’ she was told.
	Sucking balls was worse than sucking cock!  (according to Brenda)
	She did it though and very nearly hurled.
	It was finally time for young Brad to have his own organ sucked—firstly it was by Jill who did a fine job and then it was by Brad’s own sister.  By the time Brenda was bobbing on Brad’s pud—the boy was willing to put up and obey without hesitation anything asked of him.  Cocksucking had a way about it…

	‘Just relax…’ cooed August to Jill.  He smiled to her and helped position young Brad on top of her.  He hoped that just ONE boy would be enough, but he actually kinda doubted it and figured another boy a bit older would probably have to be brought in.
	Brad’s stiffy went gingerly into Jill’s sex successfully breaking thru the thin membrane that guarded her “virginity”.  August caressed the boy’s ass as he pumped, squeezing the cheeks and desiring to equally shove his stiffy into the boy’s hole.
	Jill didn’t particularly enjoy the deed of being fucked.  But it was far better with Brad’s seven year old dinkus than August’s man sized schlong.  She would have to be broken in over and over again and maybe even “aged” some before he could make the attempt…
	Brad pumped for quite some time, until Jill expressed her distress and August stop him.  There was blood on his little dong and it sort of freaked him out—it freaked Jill out, too, along with the boy’s sister.  Wash rags all around to wipe clean the sex parts; Jill’s cunny was sore-sore-sore and she wasn’t so sure she wanted August to “do her”.
	August figured Brad was just about the right age for her, any younger and the intended boy part might not get “stiff” enough and just bend against the cunny.  
	‘It’ll get better, honey, it will.’ he tried to assure her.
	Jill offered a meager smile and a shrug, ‘Ok.’ she returned.
	Brad’s little dick remained stiff and his fright of having it and his balls coated in blood faded.  Which was good ‘cause he was set to do the same as he had done to Jill to his sister.
	Brenda wasn’t cool with that and required a bare assed butt spanking that frightened even Jill.
	“STOP!” she called out aloud.
	Brenda’s ankles had been locked and her legs raised; she thrashed about madly on the floor on the bear skin rug wriggling as over and over a bare hand smacked her ass as hard as possible.  She knew as a wee child she had probably been spanked but not so as she could remember.  Brother Brad got his butt spanked a couple of times for his mischief making and once she had seen their Dad yank down the boy’s pants and underwear—but the spanking didn’t go to the extremes as she had endured at the hands of his kidnapper.
	‘What we have here, Missy,’ scolded the man angrily into her mind, ‘is a failure to comply.’ then, ‘If you fail me again I will take such measures to your brother.’ then, ‘understand?’
	Tearfully the girl nodded, spread her legs and took on her brother.
*

	Young Brad had a near constant erection.  Going nude day in and day out was kinda cool, sister Brenda wasn’t so cool about having to do so herself but there was nothing so could do about it and that was that.  Both Jill and Brenda had sex with young Brad—often.  Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once in the evening.  In between times they sucked on August’s cock.  August sucked on them, humped, and spilled his juices on them—of which then both girls licked the juices off of the other.
	With the girls 69ing, it got both August and Brad “off” and soon Brad was poking his way into the girls’ backdoors, too.  August was very pleased, Jill was so-so and Brenda wasn’t pleased at all.
	With watching young Brad fuck his sister and Jill, it put to August’s mind that he wanted more—more of the same (but with different participants.)  He knew, too, that older cock was required for Jill to be properly “broke-in” for her to finally receive his johnson.
	All in due time…

Due time
	A perimeter check was a good thing for security purposes—just to see who the neighbors were and what they were up to.  The closest neighbor was over two thousand yards away, an old man and woman living the quiet retired life.  A middle aged couple were at 90 degree angle from August’s cabin’s front door and also at about 2,000 yards.  Other cabins were further out at differing angles.  No one seemed to visit the other, everyone kept to themselves and that’s JUST the way it was liked!
	Of course, the small community wasn’t too awfully far—not really in “walking” distance per se, but if you were a kid visiting your grandparents or some such thing, wandering the backwoods beyond the community might get you into something.
	(and something might get into YOU!)
	While making rounds and checking security measures, August caught a glimpse of something.  A human something and not an animal something.  He had heard voices beforehand and was already on alert.  With extreme stealth he made his way to where the voices were and then saw two kids, one was a teenager (barely) and the other a tweeny (ten year old.)
	Brother and sister.  The girl was the oldest, long straight blond hair, trim body, delectable titties and ass, friendly—outgoing, and oh so fuckable!  Her brother was a red headed fellow who had his “fellow” out watering the bushes.

	‘Don’t you have to pee, too?’
	The girl whirled around, “What?”
	To wit her dippy brother replied, “What?”
	“What did you say?  You said something?”
	“Huh?”
	“Never mind.”
	August giggled and watched the boy do the customary “shake” of his pud then he stroked it trying to get a boner.  August noted the boy’s pud would be just about right to service Jill…
	‘You have to pee, too,’ August minded to her, trying a slightly different tactic, ‘take your pants down.’
	While the girl struggled slightly with the intrusive command, August put a new command line into her young teen mind—‘you don’t see me.’  It was something he had been working on, training himself and had tried it out on the kids at the cabin.  It worked.  It was time to go “public”…
	The same applied to the girl’s brother as it did to the girl; ‘you don’t see me.’  The boy had stumbled and fell with his dinky still out of his pants.  The girl, Clarissa, had complied with command, ‘pull pants down.’  She stood in light lavender panties, very nice; nice and snug, nice muffin, great ass.  She was fuckable, very fuckable.
	When the boy stood up (and was given the same “don’t see me” command, he was further commanded, ‘pull pants down, and underwear, too.’ The boy did so and August was pleased, very pleased.

*

	The little one stirred and seemed restless, her brother on the other side of her remained still.  Fire crackled in the fireplace, snow was falling (again), two more months and Spring would begin.
	Cinna stretched, twisted, and snuggled against her daddy.  She was still for two minutes before rolling over onto her side and snuggling against her brother.  That lasted a minute.
	“Wake up and go to sleep.” August said to her after shaking her.
	Cinnamon was still—for a moment, then she sighed, yawned big and began diddling herself.  August put his arm about her and she put her hand to his human-manhood.  It was stiff, hard, hot, throbbing.
	“I gotta pee.”

	After bringing Cinna back from the bathroom and tucking her back into the bed August checked the others; Ted and Melody.  The teen boy was sound to sleep, the teen girl showed signs of life, moving about some, fluttering her eyes.  Occasionally August sat with her and tried delving into her mind to see if anything was going on.  From the onset there was nothing, she was “out of order.”  Then, slowly, as days elapse and her coma-like state of being diminished she was coming closer and closer to a more awakened state of being.  In doing so there were “images” that showed August the teen’s life.
	She had an interesting life.
	Naturally!
	For fourteen, Melody Hey was interesting—she had a slight love affair with a girlfriend; there, too, was one with a dog and a horse!  She had at a mere eleven years young become the only girl to an all boys club—this after getting naked, sucking the boys’ cocks, and then spreading her legs for them!  (there were just four boys…)
	Naughty love was with a girlfriend at a horsefarm, the girlfriend and Mel would ride their horses stabled there into the backwoods, get naked and make out with one another.  Both girls also sucked on the cock of their horses and managed to jerk one of the male horses off until he spewed his horse cum all over.
	Melody also went down on the family dog, an Irish Setter as well as coaxing the animal to lick her pussy and fuck her.  She was very naughty and though liked BOYS, younger and older, she feared getting pregnant by an overzealous boy who was capable of cumming.
	So she had sex with the boys of the boys club and only one of those lads spewed spunk.  But at the time she didn’t care, they all licked her pussy, fucked her cunt, and peed on her.  
	August was pleased—well pleased.  She would fit right in nicely.

	Of Ted Duddley, the boy liked girls, young girls and took advantage of his Mom’s DayCare center whenever possible.  In the woods while backpacking he and another fine naughty fellow had come across a lone lost little seven year old girl of before sending her down the trail to a parking lot where her distraught parents were distraught—they stripped her naked and had their way with her.  He was mostly interested in girls his age, though, but wouldn’t turn down young pussy…

*

	Melody wasn’t the only one who had naughty encounters with dogs, as recently as the previous month dear sweet looking Clarissa Farling had been talked into having her cunny licked by a dog.  Just once, though, a girlfriend’s doggie did the deed and it was just a “lick.”  Other than that Clarissa was a typical girl, typical teen with avid bouts of self pleasuring.  She had no desires to SUCK a cock or take one up the ass.  She was mildly curious about spreading her legs but really was not ready.  
	Having a younger brother she had seen him naked, she had seen him with a boner AND had seen him whacking off.  She had no sexual desires for her brother but was aware that he had some minor ones for her.  Of course, he was a boy AND her brother and it was the considered NORM for a boy to want to boff his sister.
	And in a mild way, Clarissa was okay with that AND if the conditions were right, she just might let him!  She carried condoms with her along with spermicide and other items to help aid in a good fuck as well as prevention from pregnancy and STDs.  And she still wasn’t taking it in the ass or mouth.
	Well, we’ll see about that…

	Firstly the brother and sister stood at 45 degree angles to one another with their pants and underwears at their ankles.  Neither understood fully what the heck was happening to them—or by who!  August was essentially “invisible” to them and that pleased him greatly.  It opened new avenues of opportunity for him—but that would come later.
	‘Step forward.’ Jason was told.  He shuffled his feet to move closer to his partially nude sister, his pud was partially erect, too.
	‘Reach out and hold it, tug on it.’ Clarissa was told.
	Although the girl wasn’t opposed to such a venture, doing so by someone telling her so upset her.  It was then that Auggie saw in the teen’s mind her plan to “get naughty” with her brother.  They were in the small community town visiting their grandparents, it was their second day and they were bored and had decided to go on an outing.  Clarissa hoped that they would get so far along in the woods to be safe whereas they would have to pee, or one of them would fall in some mud, get scraped, cut, sprayed by something, and have to shed their clothes.  From there it would escalate to something naughty.
	She didn’t think of having full sex with him, she wasn’t sure about that; but mutual masturbation would be a go.  Nothing wrong with that. 
	It was just embarrassing to have to be forced to do such a thing as hold her brother’s schlong.  The boy, in turn, fingered Clarissa’s cunt and rubbed a hand on her ass.  Both were discomfited by their actions, it wasn’t exactly how they wanted their experience to be.
	After much ado about “tugging” on his cock, Clarissa was minded to “go down on him.”  Clarissa was nearly mortified.  Sucking her brother’s cock was WAY down the list of things to do.  She wasn’t even into do such a thing to her so-so boyfriend.
	That gave August a brief glimpse of the young teen jerking off her boyfriend’s cock—they also stood NUDE in her bedroom and almost ALMOST did the nasty, but she was too frightened, neither had any condoms and so they settled for masturbating one another.
	On her knees she closed her eyes and accepted her brother’s slick slender dick.  For Jason it was more than he could ask for, really.  His eyes fluttered and he didn’t care one iota that it was his sister sucking him.  It felt good—damn good, and that’s all that mattered.  August gained more info from young Jason during his cocksuck, finding the boy was a perv and he was only ten!  
	As recently as the previous month the boy had the panties OFF of a three year old girl; the girl was the sister of his best friend.  The best friend held the squirming child down while Jason undressed her.  Then, once nude the boys humped on her, laying their pricks against her and humping until they were contented—this included serious grinding against the wee child’s pussy and getting her to suck them.
	August saw, too, that the boys sucked one another, showered together and were curious about butt fucking AND were close enough to do so—but they hadn’t done so just yet.  August smiled, it was going to be a grand time in the cabin for sure.  For sure!

*

	Brenda’s mouth hung open, Brad opened his eyes wide, Jill didn’t give a shit one way or the other and gave a mere bemused look as Auggie (she had come to address him as such) entered the cabin with nude Clarissa and her nude brother, Jason.
	Jason was awed at the nude likes of the others, Clarissa the same—and she instantly knew that she and her brother were in a world of depravity.  She knew that they were all under the power of an EMAD user.  And there wasn’t squat one she could do about it.

	There was no “waiting around”, Clarissa Farling was put onto her hands and knees before the fireplace on the bear skin rug.  Her legs opened wide so as her horny brother and Brad could get a good looksee and a teen poon and bum.  The cocks of the two boys increased, dramatically.  Clarissa had a nice ass and her poon pie was neatly trimmed.  August was reverently hard pressed to keep himself from jumping the girl’s bones right then and there, somehow he managed—but wait for long.
	A few moments were spent caressing the girl’s ass, along with exploring her crack, hole, and pussy.  She was smacked a few times to turn her cheeks red and then her dear brother was brought forth—
	“Kiss her hole.” August said aloud.
	“Oh shit!” blurted Jason out loud.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Clarissa.
	“Kiss the hole, or suffer.”
	Brenda surreptitiously caressed her ass, she knew the suffering for non-compliance.  She gulped and said, “You better do as he says.”
	Jason looked to her, she was nude and August saw in the boy’s confused mind that he wanted to kiss HER bum!  Pussy, titties, and all that would soon follow.
	‘You don’t want to kiss your sister’s ass?’
	Jason gulped, shrugged, and began to sweat.  He was young, confused, and embarrassed.
	‘Kiss it or be kissed, with my belt.’
	Jason caressed his ass, he couldn’t remember himself being spanked with a belt, especially not bare assed as he was; but he had seen his best friend being smacked with the belt—bare assed, too!  (for molesting the little sister)
	Jason tugged on his lips, his cock was majoraly hard.
	‘Do it or I’ll spank one of the others.’
	Whether it was that threat or other, Jason leaned down and placed his lips to his sister’s right cheek.
	Then the left cheek as per instructed to do so via a Mind-link with his kidnapper.  Then it was to the center of the cheeks, the dirt chute rim.  Luckily it was “clean” but no less funky. 
	Clarissa clenched and fretted some as she was kissed—she fretted about being nude with the other kids and fretted over their situation, too.  She hung her head and waited.  Like Brenda, she knew that soon she was going to be raped.
	But first!

	Anal probing!
	‘Tongue the hole.’ came the intrusive mind-link command.
	Jason was torn, he WANTED to, kinda, but actually doing so was also kinda gross.  Kinda.  Not too mention that it was his SISTER’S hole!  
	With Jason’s hesitation a belt lashed his bare ass.  The boy was stricken immediately with fear—mostly from witnessing his best friend being beaten by his father with a belt.  
	“Do it, Jase, just do it!” yelled his fraughted sister.
	Jason had to take a moment or two to caress his burning ass.
	‘Fail me again and your sister gets it.  Thereafter, the others, until you DO as you are TOILD!’ and the belt flailed the boy’s backside once more, ‘Do you fucking understand me!?’
	“Yes, God damnit, you fucker!” screamed Jason.
	August was pleased.  Jason tongued his sister’s anus, spreading her cheeks and driving his tongue into her virgin shitter.  His fingers probed her thereafter followed by his cock.
	Less than a minute after plunging himself into the tight hole he came.

	Brenda lay on her back on the rug, her brother Brad holding her left leg while Jill held the right leg.  Clarissa sat on her butt against the rock wall of the fireplace watching as her ten year old brother stuffed his pud into Brenda’s asshole.  As the boy got “going”, the naked kidnapper she was minded to address as “Auggie” stepped before her.  His manhood was HUGE.  She had seen her father’s cock, she had seen pictures of naked men, but a man like Auggie she hadn’t seen.
	‘Suck it.’ sShe was told.  
	Her heart sank and her stomach twisted into knots.
	Jason seemed to enjoy sodomizing the nine year old girl, the nine year old girl, though, wasn’t too thrilled with the ordeal.
	‘Suck it, or take a beating.’
	Clarissa was close to breaking down, but her emotions that would otherwise be rampaging one way or the other seemed unusually calm.  She herself was a calm person—not high strung or overly emotionally.  She had lost a dear grandmother and though the loss pained her, she didn’t cry.  She was slow to anger, too—revenge was a different matter.  
	The man-cock waggled before her, she opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and could feel the heat of the prick while it was still some inches from her mouth.

	Gagging and retching reflexes were automatic and couldn’t be helped; but she sucked and sucked and sucked and got a load a jiz down her throat for her efforts.  The still stiffened cock pulled out of her mouth and humped her face, ‘suck my balls.’ she was told.
	They were musty, gross, and hairy.  
	Cum squirted onto her blond hair, the man’s hands roamed all over her head, with one at the back of her head helping her to “bob.”  Brother Jason had cum and had sat back to fondle his soiled dick.  Brenda’s legs were let down and everyone watched as Clarissa sucked balls.
	‘Now, you wanna suck your BROTHER’S dick, or this other little boy’s?’
	Clarissa gulped and needed a moment to think; she stared a second at her brother and his dirty dong, it was kinda coated in anal poo.  The other little boy, Brad, had a clean dick.  The choice was obvious but not easy.
	As Clarissa bobbed on Brad’s bone, brother Jason stuffed himself into HER asshole.  August, meanwhile, stuffed himself into Brenda’s mouth.  Jason quickly creamed into his sister’s ass, if young Brad could have cum he would have—Clarissa was a natural.
	Brenda cried but endured; she soon settled and accepted her fate.
	Clarissa didn’t know quite what to think, it wasn’t exactly as she thought it would be; she feared being out and out kidnapped, raped, sexually tortured—it was all the rage in the news but she didn’t think really anything of the sort would happen to her.

	A rest break that included a dinner.  Thereafter a great galvanized washtub was filled with hot water and the naked kids were bathed.  Clarissa and Brenda bathed their brothers and in turn were bathed by them.  August and Jill bathed one another as well.
	It was quite a show and got the boys hard—especially August and Jason.  Which was good for when Jason was dried off he was “mated” to Jill.  He firstly had to go down on the girl and lick her pussy all the while August caressed the boy’s ass.  Both Jason and Clarissa thought for sure their was going to be sodomy…
	After much ado about licking out Jill’s cunt, sister Clarissa sucked on the boy’s cock and then helped guide it into the little girl’s sex.  August was in such torment that he had Brenda service him—the anticipation of what was to come when he finally could get into Jill himself was enormous.
	Everyone watched as Jason fucked the little girl, Jill.  Jill wasn’t quite broken in—not all the way, so there was still discomfort.  She did the best she could and wondered herself what it would be like to take on Auggie.