August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 41
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror

Bad boys
	Three young entrepreneurs hocked their wares at a small mini mall not far from Nachum Stables.  Cheyenne Kingle aggressively followed patrons of the mall out to their cars while friends Sierra and Wendy hung back and noted customers eyes and/or attention before attempting a sell.
	What the three friendly eleven year olds were selling were seashells from shoeboxes.  The seashells were adorned with googly eyes and moss for hair and mustaches glued to old pieces of driftwood.  The girls had recently been to the coast and found customers there willingly forked over as much as $5 for such goofy things; once home with arm loads of cheap seashells (and free from the beach) the girls quickly made their seashells with adornments with a price of a mere $2.50 for the small ones, $3.75 for the large one.  What a bargain!
	Cheyenne spotted her mark, a tall man with an armload of stuff from marketing.  He seemed nice.  Seemed.
	“Hello, sir,” Cheyenne began, “my name’s Cheyenne and I’m offering you a prize bargain of various items--”
	The tall man turned his head as he poised at the door to his large not new pickup truck.  He looked into the shoebox and made like he was very interested.  But it wasn’t seashells he was interested in.
	Out of the corner of her eye Cheyenne saw the flicker light of EMAD detector.  But it was the last thing she remembered.  The tall man smiled and rummaged his fingers thru the shoebox noting the girl’s two friends slowly advancing.  He played it cool and waited, nodding his head and smiling.  Just as the two associates made the corner of the truck, their EMAD detectors also went off.
	Magnus Chavang had little time to waste—his personal EMAD was low-key, but apparently still detectable.  That bothered him.  But he proceeded anyways and quickly hustled the girls into his pickup…

	Magnus’ low-key EMAD merely put a Subject/Victim in a low state of being stunned—and it was only temporary, too—so Magnus had to work fast but so fast as to alert undue attention.  Gently and carefully he secured the girls one by one in his pickup, an old ’65 model with an extended cab.  
	Two girls were lain behind the backseat of the extended cab, the other (Cheyenne) was laid out on the floorboard with the sacks of groceries piled on top of her to conceal her.  Each girl had been tied hand and foot as well as gagged—their young minds would soon be free and it just wouldn’t do to have them freaking out.

	Magnus had only gotten down the block before Cheyenne began to fuss; her friends Sierra and Wendy were making some noise, too—but secured as they were they weren’t much of a threat.  Magnus eased down the highway noting his speed and the presence of roaming law enforcers.
	A few miles down the road and out of the city he turned onto a lone paved unmarked road.  The girls were in panic mode now; rubbing their wrists and ankles raw as they struggled with their bindings.  Magnus couldn’t reach them so he let them fuss—they were bound good enough and posed no threat.
	A few more miles down the road and another turn onto a dirt road.
	The dirt road was smooth for the first few miles then began to get rough.  After crossing an old cement bridge Magnus stopped the truck, got out and took a long look around (for security’s sake.)
	There were meadows wild all around with horses grazing.  Old derelict barns and outbuildings, old fences.  It was quiet and serene and not a soul in sight.  Though he wasn’t at his prime destination, Magnus opened the secondary doors and pulled Cheyenne out.  She was frightened greatly and rightfully so.  She stood trembling as the tall man she thought was a customer brushed her off from the grime of whatever lay on the floorboard of his truck.  Her strawberry blond hair stuck to her face; her wrists and ankles had been rubbed raw from the tight rope that had bound her.
	Cheyenne was a pretty girl, a little grimy but still very pretty all in all.
	Magnus was not of the current country, but from another—where it was always very-very cold.  (and the people talked funny, too!)  Stooping down Magnus eyed the girl and when he placed a hand to her chest she backed up.  Of course, she had no place to go and backed up against the old truck.  Magnus smiled to the girl and caressed her chest anyways.  
	Cheyenne trembled and peed.

	Magnus undone the trembling girl’s pants and tugged them done.
	Cheyenne trembled more—and she peed more, too.
	Magnus was enthralled and caressed the girl’s butt, squeezing the cheeks and inciting great fear into the youngster.  His finger ran up between the girl’s legs, pressing hard against her pussy.  The girl’s mouth hung open as she was in total disbelief; she clenched up her little body as the finger of the man tried to insert itself into her slit (thru her piss soaked blue panties.)
	Slowly Magnus undone the gag in her mouth and got for her some water from a large water canister.  Cheyenne drank hungrily, Magnus wiped her face then held back doing what he wanted to do (to her) until he got to where he was going ultimately.
	After Cheyenne got her drink fill Magnus pulled her pants up and set her back inside the truck in the front passenger side.  “Behave,” said Magnus, “you I’ll put you back on the floor.”
	Cheyenne nodded that she would behave; she closed her eyes and sighed deeply—hoping beyond hopes that her torment was over.  Magnus fetched out from the backseat her friends, Sierra and Wendy.  Their gags, too, were removed and they were set up in the backseat instead of behind it.  They were given water (but their pants were not pulled down.)
	Magnus wavered a finger at the girls, “You behave.”
	Sierra and Wendy nodded that they understood, Cheyenne looked to them conveying great fear and angst.  The man fired up the old truck and made off down the old road.

*

	After crossing over a noisy cattle guard Magnus stopped the truck at a fence partially concealed by brush.  The fence was a gate.  Magnus swung the gate open—Cheyenne stared hard at the doorhandle—but her hands were tied as well as was her feet—there was no way to make an escape.  She sighed and watched as her kidnapper returned to the truck, pulled thru the open gate, close the gate, then went on to their final destination.
	Which was some miles further thru some more meadows and then up a ways into some small hills.  The truck came to stop finally at an old rustic cabin partially built into a heavily overgrown hillside.  Fallen trees/logs crisscrossed the cabin making it almost invisible or less than a cabin.
	The girls were pulled out of the truck and stood up against it while the man knelt before them—admiring them.  He asked them their names; when they complied he pulled their pants down, then their panties.  The girls cried, cringed, and knew that they were bound to be raped.

	Magnus dragged a finger up and down the girl’s poon entrance, caressed their bare ass, then squeezed their young bodies to his delight.  And greatly did he delight.  The girls’ fright level increased ten-fold if not more.  Magnus smiled to them then picked them up from under their arms and carried them one by one into the cabin.
	Cheyenne went first leaving Sierra and Wendy to stand by the truck trembling in pure fright.  Both had instincts to run—but bound hand and foot they knew that they wouldn’t get far, ‘specially with their pants at their ankles.  All that they could do was look to one another in hopes.
	Magnus made a quick return fetching Sierra and then Wendy.
	Inside, the girls were lined up at a fireplace while their kidnapper retrieved his groceries and brought them inside.  When he had completed that task, he shut the cabin door and came to stand before the frightened girls again—stripping off his clothes.
	The girls stood with their mouths hanging open—which was exactly what Magnus wanted!  He smiled and stood before the petrified Cheyenne stroking his adequate cock.  She wasn’t asked any questions; Magnus merely stood inches before her stroking.
	Then,
	“Suck it.”
	There was no way Cheyenne was going to go for that despite her mouth hanging wide open.  Her pretty blue eyes bulged wide, her face was locked in utter awe.  Magnus pulled on his pud, squeezing it at the base and flopping it before her face.
	“Suck it or take an ass beating.”  Cheyenne blinked her eyes and changed face expression, “huh?” and to further his point (and threat) he sidestepped to one side and pulled off a hook from the side of the river rock fireplace a 2-inch wide handcrafted leather belt.  Folding it he SNAPPED it making all three girls jump.
	Magnus stepped closer to the trembling Cheyenne—she began to pee some more and the other girls watched in absolute awe as into her mouth the man’s cock disappeared.
	Placing a hand behind the frightened young girl’s head Magnus guided her back and forth, filling her sweet mouth with his love tool.  The eleven year old struggled some, sputtered, choked, and then began to retch.  The cock popped out and she began to wail; Magnus picked up the belt he had dropped and brought it swiftly against Cheyenne’s dainty ass.
	The girl was so stricken she was zombiefied.
	The cock sucking resumed moments later.

	Not quite five minutes—Magnus pulled out just under five minutes to rub his phallic all over Cheyenne’s face, pressing hard his ball sac against her flaring nostril, holding her head at the ears as he scrogged on her. 
	Thereafter she was pushed to her knees, then her head pushed down to the unswept clapboard floor, ass up.  Magnus then sidestepped to Sierra.  Sierra immediately went into “wail mode”, shaking her head and definitely not into the prospect that was before her.
	But the snapping belt put her into the mode, she closed her eyes tight and opened her mouth wide.  Magnus’ masterful cock slid into her opening and Sierra nearly collapsed.

	Midway along and it was clear that something incredible was about to happen.  Magnus held Sierra’s head with both his hands as he jammed himself furiously with a great furor into her mouth.  Her friends cried in anguish while Sierra could only wail in muffled cries.
	Magnus suddenly began to tighten up strangely, clench and spurt.  His cock seemed to have grown some sizes!  Sierra tried to pull back but the man was forceful and forced his cock DEEPER into her mouth.  Gobs of his liquid love oozed out the sides of her mouth.  Magnus humped her mouth until his cock had spurted its last drop.
	Pulling out Magnus did the same to Sierra as he had done to Cheyenne.  The girl sputtered out the goo that filled her mouth; it made her retch near uncontrollably.  Her tormentor humped her face then when done he positioned her on the floor beside Cheyenne.
	Wendy shook her head as Magnus stepped before her, she eyes the One-eye-Monster pursing her lips tightly closed.  In no way was she going to suck.
	Yes way.
	The belt lashed her bare ass cause her to clench her toes inside her shoes so much she clutched the floorboard beneath.  
	“I’ll rip the hide right offa you, girlie.” seethed Magnus.
	It wasn’t easy but Wendy opened her mouth and took the man’s cock.
	His cock wasn’t hard—it had been deflated from Sierra’s working.  Wendy retched and very nearly vomited.  Like with Cheyenne and Sierra, Wendy’s ears were held forcing her head to bob back and forth while in her mouth the man’s cock swelled.
	He didn’t cum but went the full five minutes before pulling out; slapping his hellish prong against her face for good measure.  Then, like Cheyenne and Sierra, she was positioned down onto the floor, face down—ass up.
	The belt snapped but none of the three delicates bared bums was stricken.  Magnus moved to his knees and admired the girls’ from his prospective; then began caressing each one—prying the cheeks open to gander hard at the nice clean pert virgin dirt chute.
	Cheyenne clenched up tight as her kidnapper began “licking” her nice clean pert virgin dirt chute.  His wicked tongue wickedly flicked about her rim while a finger began sliding into the opening.
	As the little girl struggled the man making her struggle became enthused and had indeed in fact plunged an entire finger into her asshole.  It made Cheyenne very uncomfortable.  
	All over her ass the man caressed; squeezing the flesh, licking the flesh, then parting her legs as wide as they would go with her pants bunched at her ankles.  Cheyenne knew what was going to happen—she was not dumb to the ways of sex and sex acts—virtually every kid at school from 1rst grade on knew various sex acts.
	The presence of the man’s cock was felt introducing itself to her rim.  Cheyenne held her breath, squeezed her bound hands tight and tried not to “clench” so but it was an involuntary response.  The horrid man held her hips and pushed his foul hellish prong into her hole.
	The little girl scooted some on the bare floor making odd noises of severe distress.  Her very pretty eyes bulged as she was reamed, she choked on the words of distress in her throat frightening greatly her two friends beside her.
	Magnus pulled out and slapped the girl’s ass—strengthening his cock.  It was already hard but to breach a tight-tight hole such as Cheyenne’s he needed it to be super hard.  He tried again but the resistance was still impossible.  He stood and walked to the kitchen where there was something of an old style non-electric box refrigerator.
	There was ice on top to keep the contents of the fridge cold.  The cabin was one big room with a HUGE fireplace; there was an old style stove fired up by wood.  A large square “C” counter with pump faucet; a section in a corner where a large king sized bed was—and lots and lots of covers/bedding.  There was cut into the back of the cabin an escape access; it led to the top of the hill the cabin was set in that also led to an outhouse.
	From the fridge Magnus got a small tub of butter.  After lathering his cock up and applying some to Cheyenne’s clenching asshole, he attempting at breaching her once more.
	And success!

	Cheyenne thought she would come apart.  Her sweet face pressed hard against the musty grimy clapboard and she thought she would get splinters in her face, too.  Splinters, though, were the least of her worries as her kidnapper turned sodomizer.  

	Sierra and Wendy touched shoulders and looked to one another in pure fright.  Wendy being the last of the three and facing Sierra could see the hapless situation their friend Cheyenne was in.  She could see their kidnapper in his doggie-style action—he looked to her and smiled and Wendy automatically uncontrollably clenched her asshole.
	Cheyenne was beyond crying and sobbing, her wrists and ankles she rubbed even more raw than they were to the point whereas they had begun to bleed.  Her sodomizer continued humping her hole until he began to contort oddly, strain himself like she had seen dogs (male dogs) do and then pump her smoldering hole even more than he already had been doing.
	Finally he pulled out.  Cheyenne didn’t feel any better, her asshole hurt!  The man caressed her ass then smacked it with his cock before pushing her down.  Cheyenne curled up into a fetal position and sobbed uncontrollably for several minutes.
	During which time, Sierra got butt fucked, too.

	Like with Cheyenne, Sierra’s hole for pooping was virginal.  A great gob of butter was applied but several minutes had to elapse before the man could make the attempt at spelunking said hole.  He spent that time playing with his cock and running his hands up and down Sierra’s body, squeezing her breasts and making them sore.
	When the penetration began Sierra thought her ass would be split in two.  She was grinded on and it felt like a hot fireplace poker was jamming its way into her.  She couldn’t stand it and basically freaked out.  This resulted in the Sodomizer picking up the belt and walloping Sierra’s ass until she settled down into a stunned state of being.  The man then continued his work pushing her aside when he was done.

	Wendy having seen what had happened to her friends took the man’s cock to her asshole far better than they.  It was still incredibly painful and young eleven year old Wendy thought she would come out of her skin as a result, but she came thru the ordeal without having to be spanked by the belt.

	The girls lay on their sides, Wendy’s back into Sierra, Sierra’s back into Cheyenne.  They lay as still as they could while their tormentor washed himself at the kitchen sink.  Afterwards he came with a washcloth to the girls…

	After each girl had her smoldering sphincter cleaned and soothed they were taken to the great bed mentioned earlier.  Here, one by one, they were laid out on the old style feather mattress and had the ropes to their hands and feet removed.  Removed, also, were their clothes.
	Wendy was first and her two friends watched in some horror as she was laid out on her back, the ropes binding her dropped to the floor along with her clothes.  Then her legs were parted and the man went down between them!
	Sierra and Cheyenne temporarily forgot about their burning assholes and watched as Wendy was “eaten out.”  The girls had a clear view as there was little in the way of furniture to the musty smelling old cabin IN a hill.  They couldn’t see the direct tongue action to Wendy’s cunt but it was only obvious.
	Wendy wriggled as the man’s tongue delved into her vagina.  Though her hands (and feet) were no longer bound it was clear that if she didn’t behave, she’d be spanked by the belt AND the rope and then be tied up again.  Wendy didn’t want any of that she there was naught to do but lay on the bed and be eaten out.
	Magnus tongued the young lass, engulfing the whole of her cunny, devouring the young pre-teen snatch to his delight.  She wriggled and peed some, clenched up tight and then shuddered as his wicked but talented tongue brought her to an amazing realm of sensitive feelings never before experienced.
	Then the man Magnus moved up her young body, licking her belly button before settling to engulfing her young budding breasts.  They were super sensitive just like her Holy was; the man nipped the pert nipples—rolling his tongue about the areole driving her crazy.
	Suddenly Wendy felt the man’s cock grinding against her cunny.
	“Oh my God, she’s going to be raped.” blurted Sierra.
	“We all are.” said Cheyenne. 	

*

more the merrier
	Being so remote and far (very far) from any community municipal services, one had to fend for ones self and provide for ones self, too.  There were no sewer system so the outhouse provided the needful relief there.  There were no electricity so lanterns and firelight from the fireplace provided there.  No water hookup so a well provided there.  And no gas line so—a handmade waterheater was fashioned that was fired-warmed by wood.  
	One by one the girls were taken to an outside shower where they stood naked after being sodomized and then raped.  Their Tormentor bathed them in warm water, fingered them, and caressed them all over.  The girls in turn bathed their benefactor, masturbating him and sucking him lest they get their hide ripped off by a belt and the ropes.
	After their shower the girls sat at a old handcrafted table and were fed fried bologna sandwiches, chips, and drinks.  The man walked around equally nude sporting a major raging hard-on.
	Each girl sat in silence barely looking to the other.  Their benefactor made rounds serving the girls—their young minds in uproar; kidnapped, raped, sodomized, forced to suck his cock, take a shower, be spanked.  It was too much.  Accepting the “new way of life” was not going to be easy.  Their bodies were sore and though they had heard that sex was a good thing and felt good—so far it was painful.  Very painful.
	After lunch were led outside where they walked around the area just getting some sun.  On command, though, they came to “service” Magnus, suck his cock and fondle his balls; while one did the performance, the other two laid down with their legs open fingering themselves.  One of the two would lay with Ass up and Face down while the other merely laid on her back.
	After each girl had performed sucking the man’s dick, they were swatted on the ass with his bare hand; then hugged, squeezed, kissed, and fingered.  
	Wendy spotted at the entrance to the cabin a doggie bowl, one of dog food and the other some water.  She asked, “Do you have a dog?”
	“Yeah, he’s at the vet’s, porcupine got him.” He then proceeded to tell the girls of the wild critters that roamed their area—raccoons, squirrels, skunks, and porcupines.  Raccoons bite, squirrels bite; skunks spray, and porcupines shoot their quills—usually into the face of whatever creature annoying them.  Only a qualified vet has the skill to remove them.

	In facts, it was time to pick up “Reckless.”  This meant that the girls had to be once more tied up and secured.  They didn’t like it much but weren’t tied up as tight as they had been—but they were put inside a kind of closet with an added warning.
	“I come back and find you not here—I’ll rip the hide right offa you.  I got yer clothes, Reckless got the bestest nose in these parts anywheres and will sniff you down in a heartbeat.  Then I’ll rip the hide right offa you.  Unnnerstand?”
	The girls sobbing nodded that they understood.
	“And if them ropes are undone--”
	“You’ll rip the hide right off of us.” said dejectedly Wendy.
	Magnus then stooped down before the three, “Now you lissen ‘ere; you do as yer tolt, you do as I want, and when I done wid you, I turn you loose and ye canna go on back to your homes.”
	“But,” he added, “you pisseth me off just once and I’ll--”
	“Rip the hide right offa us.” said Sierra.
	“Ye learn quick.” He smiled and tousled Cheyenne’s hair, cupped Sierra’s chin, “I’s gots more stuff for yous to do,” then musing as he stood, “come a couple days or so and I’ll turn yous loose.”
	The girls sighed and their kidnapper closed the door.
	Moments later and they heard the truck fire up and leave.

	The girls sighed as they sat motionless.  Sierra clenched her still smoldering aching asshole—it felt as if though she had to go to the bathroom but she wasn’t sure.  Wendy’s stomach ached but mostly it was due to the abuse she had suffered.  Cheyenne was quiet and sat curled up but an unused mop bucket.
	“Whattya we going to do?” asked meekly Sierra.
	Wendy shook her head, “Weren’t you listening?” she bitched, “We cant DO anything, that fucker will beat us!”
	“He’ll probably do that anyways.” said Cheyenne sitting up.
	“I think we ought to try and get out of here.”
	“No fucking way!” blurted Wendy, “Even if one of us DOES happen to get away, that freak fuck will kill the rest of us.”
	“She’s right.” Said Cheyenne submissively, “We have to do whatever he wants, he said if we did he’d let us go.”
	“And you believe him?  He’s a fucking maniac, he has no intention of “letting us go home”; he’s going to fuck us forever!” and with that Wendy curled up and lost composure.

	Cheyenne put her shoulder to the log wall and pushed herself up.  Her wrists hurt, her ankles, her head, and mostly her sex.  The kidnapper’s cock had been enormous and hurt her greatly.  Her hips hurt greatly, too, where the man had pushed them wide open to the point whereas she thought she was going to be split right open.
	There was no window in the small room but some light came thru the bottom of the door.  It was musty in the utility closet, stanky, too.
	“What are you doing?” asked Sierra.
	Cheyenne didn’t answer but moved to the door.  Though her ankles were as bound as they had been before, they hurt badly and the rope had been tied tighter about them making walking virtually impossible.
	Up against the door she slumped, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness but it was still very dark inside just the same.  
	“I found the handle.”
	“Oh my God!” Wendy put her back to the wall and inched her way up then over to her friend and the door.  Wendy felt of the wooden latch but found, too, that though it could be moved it didn’t open the door.
	“It’s locked from the other side.” sighed a dejected Wendy.
	“My asshole hurts.” blurted Cheyenne. 
	“I didn’t know it was going to be like that,” Cheyenne said squatting back down bracing herself against the rough logs and plopping back onto the floor.
	“What?  Fucked in the ass or--”
	“Yeah, pussy.”
	All three girls went silent thereafter.  The taste of cock still lingered in their mouths, their assholes still smoldered, and their young cunnies ached.
	“I have an itch!” blurted Wendy.  For a while she had acted as she were a young child in need of a bathroom.
	Cheyenne inched over and though it was clumsy action, fingered her friend’s cunt relieving it of its itch.
	“Do you think it will get better?” Sierra asked.
	“What?”
	“Everything, all that he did to us.”
	“Raped, fucked in the ass?” 
	Sierra nodded.  Wendy sighed, shrugged, “I don’t know.”
	“Johnnie and Charl do it all the time, they seem to like it.”
	“Yeah, and Pauline and Chris--”
	“Dobbie and Haily, they must be rabbits!” the girls giggled as they had the image of “Dobbie and Haily” naked having sex.  The silence reigned again and the girls waited.

*

	The sound of the truck door slamming shook the girls awake.  They all braced themselves against the wall and waited in fear.  The inside of the closet was hot, the girls were stanky, one of them had peed and all three were pinching back the need to poop.
	Outside Magnus Chavang rustled out of his truck three boys.  A dog, Reckless bounded out and began to bark, flip around like he was crazy, then darted off into the meadow to hunt down the mangy varmint that had caused him grief.
	The boys were frightened and stood still with their hands and feet bound by trucker’s rope.  The man knelt before the first boy; he had dark hair that was in serious need of a trim, he sported an earring, too.  The man pulled down the boy’s pants and underwear then admired the boy’s dangling penis.
	His name was Adam.  He was twelve.  
	Beside him was his friend, Arnold Mu, a Korean boy of eleven.  Rusty Means was third and also eleven.  Adam stood trembling and mostly in shock, the trek stuck behind the backseat had not been pleasant, having his pants pulled down only intensified that feeling.
	The man fondled Adam’s balls, tugged on his little wee-wee, then began caressing the boy’s bare ass.  Reckless could be heard in the distance barking and having a time.  
	“Do as I say, boy,” said the man, “and you’ll be alright.”  then, “Piss me off any time and you’ll regret it for sure.” He grinned and glared at the boy which made the boy uncomfortable.  
	Off of his shoulders came Adam’s red checkered open shirt.  He wore a simple blue tee-shirt, too.  The outer shirt was pulled down his arms, then the undershirt pulled up over his head and locked in a bunch at the back of his neck.  The man then began fondling the boy’s bare chest, squeezing the nipples and seemingly admiring him as he were.
	The man smiled at the boy then leaned in and kissed him!
	He did!
	His wild wicked tongue forced its way into the boy’s mouth—very muchly frightening and freaking out the youngster who rebuked as much as he could the assault.  He flung his head and backed up against the truck totally frightened and aghast.

	Magnus was pissed and stood up, yanking the boy to him and walloping his bare ass with his bare hand.  It stung and young Adam was in fits as it had been a long-long time since last he had been spanked so.  His companions beside him were freaking out, too.
	Magnus stopped and stood the boy up, “Now you lissen ‘ere, boy, you done pisseded me off and that aint good, do ‘er again an’ I’ll rip the hide right offa you!  You hear!?”
	Adam heard; he stood in total shock and much more disbelief.
	The man then caressed the boy’s burning butt before stooping down and taking the boy’s cock into his mouth.
	Arnold and Rusty hung their mouths open as they had never-ever heard of such—but had often heard the term “suck my dick” or “he’s a cock sucker!”  but up close and personal was something unconscionable.
	Magnus took the boy’s toy into his mouth and sucked the near life out of it; then took the lad’s balls, too.  Adam tried his best not to “enjoy” the act but there was no denying the good feeling stemming from being sucked.  It was outrageous!
	After a few minutes, Magnus stopped sucking and stood up.  Then, to further the boys’ shock—he undone his and pushed them down exposing fully his manhood.  He stroked his manhood, flopped it before the stunned Adam, then stepped up to him—“suck me.”
	Adam shook his head—“no way, man.” He blurted.
	“Suck it or take a beating.”
	Adam reared his head back in shock and awe.  “son-of-a-bitch!” he seethed.  The man looked odd, tall, not too thin but his clothes were a size too big (and they needed laundered, too.)
	“Suck me or lose some of the hide offa yer ass.”
	Adam gulped and clenched his hands tight together.  He didn’t look to his friends beside him, he was embarrassed, but he could see them out the corner of his eye.
	Slowly he opened his mouth and leaned his head in.
	That was all Magnus needed, he helped the boy onward with his assigned task with the holding of the boy’s head and guiding him back and forth along his skin flute.
	“Don’t worry, lads,” grinned-giggled Magnus, “you’ll get yer turn, too!”
	Arnold and Rusty looked to one another in absolute hopelessness.

	Like the girls before them, the boys were taken into the hillside cabin one by one and placed before the fireplace.  Upon returning to the truck each boy got his pants and underwear pulled down and he was molested most high.  Once all were inside the man stripped off all of his clothes and stood proudly before Adam.
	“Suck it.” again.
	Adam didn’t want to, but his ass still stung from the beating he had gotten minutes before.  Closing his eyes he once more leaned down and sucked the man’s cock—but just the head.  After a few minutes the man stopped him and humped his face before dropping to his knees and once more sucking HIM!
	After a few more minutes the boy was positioned on his knees, face down—ass up.  The man caressed the ass, patted it, then gave the boy an idea of what was to come later on—probing his virgin pooper.
	Thereafter it was Arnold’s turn.
	Rusty was last and required disciplinary action as when he was not into sucking cock no way-no how.  When he refused he was pressed hard against the man stinky body and beaten with a belt until he began stamping his feet and deciding that cock sucking would be better than being beaten.
	Rusty sucked Magnus’ cock until his mouth overflowed with the man’s cum.  Rusty spewed sperm all over as well as some contents of his lunch hours earlier.  This got him a butt busting until the boy was virtually screaming for his life.
	Magnus stopped shy of bringing blood to the boy’s skin surface, cleaned up the mess then whispered something no one else heard into the boy’s ear.  (when asked what it was said to him later on, Rusty said in a bare whisper, “he said, ‘if you do that again (throw up on me) I’ll rip the hide off of your skin from your balls.’ End quote.”
	Rusty believed him.  Adam and Arnold did, too.

	From the darkened closet the girls were beyond petrified as they heard a serious spanking commencing inner mixed with extreme distress of someone in extreme distress.  The girls clenched, gulped, and didn’t know what to think.  
	“Son-of-a-bitch.” breathed Sierra.
	“We’re doomed.” said Wendy.
	Cheyenne shuffled her way to the dusty floor placing her face as flat as possible and trying to peer under the sill of the door.  It took a little doing to angle herself just right but she managed and was shocked to see…

	There were three boys with their shirts pulled over their heads and bunched at the back of their necks.  Two white boys and one who was Asian, Chinese or Korean Cheyenne wasn’t sure.  Their pants and undies were at their ankles, too.  The man stood behind one boy pleasing himself, then went down on his knees putting his face into the crack of the boy’s butt!

	Adam lost all abilities at thought—the wicked man put his TONGUE into his hole!  Adam was twelve and he had barely even THOUGHT of his asshole except when he shit or farted.  The concept of “sodomy” was actually elusive to him—as were the actuality of what “sex” was really all about.  He knew somewhat vaguely what sex was—but he had no actual practical involvement (‘cept whacking off now and then.)
	The man licked Adam’s cornhole, the crack and put hickies on each cheek.  Then it was to devour the dangly things until such a time as when it was time for spelunking again.
	Young Adam nearly came apart as his virgin hole was violated.  He wriggled and cussed and tried to clench voluntarily as tight as he possibly could—of course that resulted in the belt striking his sides, ass, and bare backside.  As he reeled in the beating the man slipped his dick in a little more and then a little more and then was all the way in.
	The butt fucking soon commenced with the man holding Adam at the ass-hips.  Poor Adam was humped furiously, his face grinding against the floorboards, his young faced all screwed up in pain and anguish.  Cheyenne watched with her own asshole clenching.
	The Chinese or Korean boy was next and he required a severe bare ass beating, too.  With him, though, he was turned onto his backside with his legs up, ankles held firm by the violent man and not a belt was used on his tender skin but a length of scratchy trucker’s rope.
	The boy was lashed mercilessly that brought many welts to his backside.  The rope was cast aside and the boy turned to be on his knees again, face down—ass up.  The man had a raging hard-on and plunged it into the boy’s virgin rectum.

	Rusty cooperated the most, having his asshole reamed was far better than having his skin ripped off.  He took the butt fucking and managed to keep his mouth shut, too.  Afterwards they were dragged outside to the shower where their bindings were removed along with their clothes.  
	The same warning was issued to them all again—‘make trouble (piss me off) and they’d have their balls ripped off!’
	The boys had no intention of having their “balls ripped off.”

	Rusty was first to be showered.  The water was at first cold, but new wood on the wood fired waterheater soon soothed the boy.  The man showered with him—peeing on him, too.  The man bathed the boy, lathering him up with specific attention to the boy’s cock and balls AND puckering asshole.  
	In turn, Rusty lathered up the man’s manhood and when it was lathered up good—he was fucked up the ass again.  Rusty braced himself with his hands to a pipe railing that supplied the shower fixture—it was all out door and not enclosed in any way.  Adam and Arnold stood nakedly huddling to themselves awaiting their turn.  They were squeamish and tightened up when once more a rash butt fucking commenced.	
	When done a few minutes later the boy stood by a woodpile (and he took note of the axe buried in a piece of wood, too).  Adam and Arnold got their turns and no fuss was made about it.  Afterwards they all went back into the cabin where they dried off and sat at the table for their evening meal.
	Reckless returned and was in need of a bath—although the vet had given him one, too.  After their meal of mac and cheese the boys got the task of washing the dog.  It was early Summer and the daylight in the area kept light for sometime.  The boys went out and gave Reckless a bath—getting themselves dirty and muddy and in need of a second shower themselves.  The second go around they didn’t have to bathe with Magnus—he had them bath each other.
	All three stepped under the shower spigot and lathered one another up.
	Thereafter, Adam had to plunge his pud into Arnold’s ass…

	“Do you think they’re dead?”
	“Don’t be morbid!” bitched Sierra.
	Wendy shrugged and concentrated on pinching back her need to poop.
	“I cant see anything.” Cheyenne said sitting back up.  She sighed deeply, yawned, and also had to “pinch.”
	“I don’t hear anything.” she stated.
	“They’re dead!” re-stated Wendy.
	“Shut up!” bitched Sierra.
	The girls then heard noises, a noise—foot stepping noises approaching the door.  The girls huddled up against the wall in great fear and trepidation.  The handle was jiggled but nothing more.  The footsteps went away and the girls nearly melted.
	“Son-of-a-bitch,” mouthed Sierra, “I cant take much more of this.”

	After Reckless was washed up and the boys, too, they faced the man who had strangely put his clothes back on, including boots.  He then picked down from above the fireplace a long barrel shotgun.
	“Gonna do some huntin’,” he explained breaching the gun and placing it on the only table in the cabin.  He then ushered the boys to the closet.  Taking rope again he tied their hands and feet, then opened the door and pushed the boys in.
	“Y’all be good, now, you hear!” he giggled and shut the door.

	For a long while—silence.  Then that “urge” to poop struck Wendy and without underwear it was virtually unstoppable.  Cheyenne and Sierra were in the same boat.  
	“Fucking God, why wont he let us out!” bitched loudly Sierra.
	“Damn!” almost chortled Adam, he had never heard that phrase spoken by anyone—let alone a girl.
	It took a while before their eyes adjusted, even then the details were a little questionable.  But the boys could tell that they were in the company (close company) of girls—and the girls could tell that they were in the company of boys.
	Adam wrestled with his bindings and grew frustrated.  Arnold did likewise.  Rusty asked the stupid question—someone had to, “Is there anyway out of here?”
	“Not yet.” Replied Sierra.
	“But I wish there were—I gotta potty!” Wendy said gritting her teeth.
	“How long you guys been in here?” asked Arnold.
	The girls weren’t sure, they had slept some and had no way to tell the time in their confinement.  There was another lingering question the boys were curious about—but since the girls WERE nude, tied up, and inside the closet—it was a given that they, too, had been victimized.
	The boys sighed.
	The girls sighed.

	“I’m going to bust!” wailed Wendy, the pressure to keep her poop inside her was failing.  She had pinched back the urge to shit time and time again and was losing.  
	“How about this bucket?” said one of the boys, Arnold.
	It was probable but embarrassing, ‘specially with everyone present, ‘specially with BOYS present.
	“I’ll hold it.” 

	But all three girls were in dire need to poop.
	The boys were soon right behind them.	
	There was no effort to “escape” as all their energy was spent on concentration—concentrating on keeping themselves from soiling themselves.  Their numerous hurts and aches, bad tastes, and still searing skin reigned equal supreme.  No one knew that the door latch was not locked…

	What time it was was unknown—but the group in the closet awoke suddenly to a strange sound, a strange noise.  Something was at the door, something that sniffed.
	“What the fuck!?” barked Arnold.
	The kids braced together totally in the dark and unknown.
	Then the door swung open.
	There was no bright light as there were no bright lights to be had in the unconventional remote cabin, just lantern light.  The kids’ eyes took time to adjust to the dismal light; their minds, too.
	Reckless had come to sniff the door and then the frightened kids.
	“Heel.” spoke the man.  Reckless instantly sat down, panted, and reeked of something horrid.  The man reached in and pulled up Cheyenne.  He said nothing but escorted her out of the closet and then to the fireplace.
	After she was looked over her bindings were removed and she was taken outside.  The closet door was left wide open, with Reckless still sitting right in the way.
	The boys looked to one another.
	“Uhm, hiya, boy.” said Arnold.	
	Reckless said nothing but panted, farted, and wagged his tail.
	Arnold moved to his knees.
	Reckless stood up and closed his mouth.
	“You’d better sit back down.” suggested Wendy.
	Slowly Arnold sat back down.  Reckless sat back down and then continued to pant.
	Cheyenne was brought back in, she was a little wet.  She was sat at the kitchen table and Adam was selected from closet.  Once outside the cabin he was taken to where a lone lantern was positioned on the wood pile.  A little further was the lone outhouse.  The outhouse was the destination.  Inside it was stanky.  Very stanky.  Not overpowering but it was stanky nonetheless.  Adam’s ropes were removed and he gleefully sat on the wooden single seat and relieved himself not caring that the kidnapper stood before him.

	After relieving himself Adam was bent over and wiped.
	He was taken to the shower and rinsed off—thankfully the night air was warm.  There was no abuse, just a rinse from head to toe and then he was taken back inside the cabin to sit in a rickety chair next to Cheyenne.
	One by one the kids from the closet were taken out to go to the bathroom.  Wendy already had—she just couldn’t hold it.  But strangely, she wasn’t molested.  One by one they sat on the wooden seat and did their business—and though it was greatly embarrassing, they submitted to being wiped by their kidnapper.  He then took them to the shower and bathed them, rinsed, and then lightly dried them.  The man stripped off his clothes, too, but despite having a hard-on didn’t involve himself.
	Once in the cabin and seated at the table burritos were warmed up in tinfoil in the wood stove’s oven were served with soda pop.  Nothing was said.  The man walked around the table serving; he seemed congenial—just creepy.
	After the midnight snack the kids were escorted to the great bed.  From under it came bedrolls, old style cowboys on the range type bedrolls.  They were musty but soft with fill and warm.
	Rolling one of the three bedrolls out he pointed to Adam and Wendy.
	Another bedroll was designated for Rusty and Sierra.
	The man patted the great bed nodding to Cheyenne and Arnold.
	The kids nervously went to their assigned beds—they were naked and being naked was embarrassing enough in mixed company but to have to sleep together naked, too!?
	The bedrolls were snug and designed for full sized adult cowboys so they accommodated well enough Adam and Wendy, Rusty and Sierra.  Both boys sliding in with the girls accompanying got the boys more embarrassed as their young schlongs suddenly were enraged.  Their eyes couldn’t help but take in the young lasses nakedness—it just couldn’t be helped.
	Cheyenne and Arnold crawled onto the great bed—but were paused before sliding under the covers.  On the floor the four in their bedrolls adjusted themselves but soon settled.  The hard floor wasn’t too kind but they were tired and sleep took hold of them quickly; Reckless came to curl up on a small rug among them, too.
	Cheyenne’s legs were parted—this time wider than before ‘cause her ankles were bound by rope or her clothes.  Arnold assumed the same position and as the man behind them drove his tongue into Cheyenne’s asshole, Cheyenne and Arnold clutched hands offering some support.

	Magnus parted Cheyenne’s cheeks licking her hole, prepping it.  Tapping her left hand he had her pull her own cheek open, then with his right he caressed Arnold’s ass.  
	Cheyenne wriggled and reacted to the man’s probing tongue; Magnus squeezed her cheek and when she fussed too much she got a swift butt smack.  The girl tried to relax but it was mostly an involuntary action; she squeezed Arnold’s hand and he let her.
	It was only a minute or so of anal exploring; Magnus stopped to admire the girl’s dainty ass.  Smiling he stroked himself then scooted up pressing the head of his cock to the girl’s wincing hole.  
Cheyenne grimaced as the pressure of the man’s cock invaded her once more.  She groaned, held her breath, tightened her stomach and endured the presence of the man’s invading prong.
“Just relax.” cooed the man.
	That was easy for HIM to say!
	Cheyenne’s face lay pasted to the thick bed—which was also as musty smelling as the rest of the cabin.  But as the penetration continued her asshole did give way and a gentle butt fucking ensued.

	In the bedroll Rusty sported a major hard-on.  He couldn’t help it; he was laying squished nakedly right up against the equally naked Sierra.  Then, on the bed he could plainly see the naked Cheyenne.  Of course, he didn’t particularly care for her being abused the way she was—he didn’t know her but still…
	Then the man put his dick into her and began pumping.  Young Rusty’s mind went into overload—so did his dick.  There wasn’t much room to do anything but he managed to put his fingers about it and try to soothe it.  He wanted to open his legs and “get after it” like he did in his bedroom on his bed late at night when everyone else in the house was asleep.  But the bedroll was confining and prevented him from “getting after it.”
	“What are you doing?” asked Sierra in a bare whisper.	
	Rusty stopped fondling himself and copped, “just trying to get comfortable.”  From the bedroll next to them—someone farted.

	On the bed, Magnus had cum.  He took his time until the very last when he was not in control of his actions and the humping of the young girl’s ass was a must.  He humped quickly, straining and power fucking until there was no more.  Taking his dick out he slapped it against the child’s ass, rubbed it up and down the girl’s crack and smiled as he watched his goo ooze out of her puckered hole.

	Arnold waited for his turn, he knew it was coming.  The man took a few minutes to sit on his heels and watch, flog his dog, and admire continually Cheyenne’s well fucked asshole.  Then he scooted sideways to come up behind the waiting Arnold.
	Arnold tightened up not quite knowing how intense his abuse was going to be.  Cheyenne clutched HIS hand and offered a meager smile.  Arnold blushed and then felt the probing to his puckered hole.
	A finger first, then a tongue.  His balls were handled along with his cock that was somewhat stiffened by forces unknown to him.  It couldn’t be helped.  Cheyenne was pretty—and naked.  He felt badly for her having to be mistreated so.  She squeezed his hand and he felt better for his situation.
	In his mind he kinda knew that it would be sort of an ongoing thing—to be hammered in the ass.  He didn’t think he’d ever get used to it.  It didn’t hurt as bad as it had the first time but it was still sore.  After the “hammering” the man caressed his ass then pushed him down; Cheyenne was positioned up against him and the bedding pulled over them.  The man settled behind Arnold.  The lantern on the bedside table was turned down and the first day was done.

*

Come the new morning
	Come the new morning all were sore, achy, and in need of bladder relief.  Not one by one but all at once the group was hustled out to the brisk cool morning.  The sun had just begun to show itself so even though it was Summer type time—the wee early morns were cool—‘specially if’in ye were naked!
	The kids stood at the out side a little ways from the cabin—no one had to poop, just pee, so Mr. Wonderful had the girls stand before the boys with their legs open.  The boys stood just a couple feet in front the girls and with the urge to pee great they all began relieving themselves.
	The boys got hard(er) as they watched the girls peeing.  It was mindboggling to be sure to see a girl standing to pee (then that whole nudity thing, too.)
	Breakfast followed immediately after the pee session.  Oatmeal.  It was bland but healthy and hot.  Afterwards the gang was taken to the great bed where the girls were instructed to “get on it.”  The girls did so, laying down with their legs open.  The boys stood for a moment in silence eyeing the girls and their naked poons.  

	Adam stood before Cheyenne.
	Sierra had Arnold before her.
	Rusty stood before Wendy.
	Each boy had a raging major boner.  It couldn’t be helped, it was natural and a given.  Natural instinct that was unleashed and unbound.  The boys simply had no choice.
	They had choice, either, in the commands given to them by their kidnapper such as:  lick ‘em.
	The boys, one by one, went down between the girl they were in front of and “licked twat.”  It was weird for all of them—damn weird.  The feelings ushered up in them all was beyond words.  The girls clenched and tried to deny the good feelings while the boys were a mess with mixed feelings that were both good and confusing.
	Adam tongued Cheyenne’s smooth snatch with his mind in uproar and his cock as hard as it ever had been.  Up close and personal was his viewing of a girl’s poon, he had seen glimpses of a girl’s cunt—a little girl, but Cheyenne wasn’t a “little” girl.  She was eleven.  She had a light covering of hair on his cunt and Adam was enthralled.
	Arnold and Rusty were about the same.  It was just mindboggling.  The boys simply could not comprehend fully to comprehend the nuance of what they were doing.  All there was to do was to do what they were told.  Adam licked, lapped, and nipped Cheyenne’s poon and did find some delight in doing so.  There was a little distaste as the taste of the girl’s “pee” was still there—she hadn’t been allowed to “wipe” after her morning pee.
	Arnold thought he was going to come apart—most directly directed at his bone which was driving him crazy—and he wasn’t allowed to handle it, either.  His hands had to hold Sierra’s legs out and up.
	Rusty tried his best to concentrate on his doing; Wendy jostled around a lot and was obviously being tormented.  But the torment was sexual; she was being brought to the brink of orgasmic pleasure but needed more to fully endorse orgasm.
	“Get on ‘em,” said the man, “hump ‘em.”
	The boys timidly crawled up onto the girls guiding their rock hard puds into the sex of each girl.  The girls arched their backs but received the boy’s far better than what they had earlier to endure with Magnus.
	Each boy after sinking his cock into the girl they were got his butt rubbed, caressed, spanked, and fingered.  As the boy began to fuck/pump, his balls were clutched, too.

	Arnold Mu was the only one who actually “came”, with production.  Adam and Rusty “came” but only to the point of experiencing orgasm w/o ejaculate.  They were spent, their young naked bodies in a swath of sweat, anxiety, and other assorted feelings and senses they couldn’t make out.  They were also spent.
	After their cunt busting, the boys laid out on the bed while the girls used their panties to clean the boys—then suck them.  Each girl sat on the boy’s face and went down on him; playing with his balls and sucking his cock wholly.
	When the boys’ dicks were once more hard enough to bust cement, the girls turned around and sat on them, guiding the boy’s cement busting cock into their assholes.
	Magnus smiled and watched the proceedings to his delight—and he delighted in the proceedings greatly with much enthusiasm.  He stroked his manhood and smiled a Devil’s smile, caressed each girl’s ass, smacked it, and admired the action of the boy’s dick sliding in and out—in and out.
	Arnold didn’t cum off but Adam and Rusty did.
	The boys were pretty much worthless thereafter.  Their minds were in a furor of mixed emotions.  The girls weren’t too good, either.  They were all escorted outside to the shower whereupon the boys washed the girls, the girls washed the boys.  It was very embarrassing but the embarrassment level was dropping off the more the group frolicked nakedly about one another—along with that having sex, too.
	After the shower the kids went back inside the cabin where it was the man’s turn to “get some.”
	“Getting some” was first done from Cheyenne.  In front of the fireplace on her knees she took the man’s cock into her mouth.  The kids were told/informed of to address him as “Daddy.”  The kids gulped but nodded—anything to not have to be beaten by the belt or the rope.
	Cheyenne engulfed the man’s cock, it filled her young mouth and when it touched her tonsils she began to involuntarily gag.  Her “Daddy” pulled back and pumped without choking her.  His big hand rested on the back of her pretty blond head gently pushing her back and forth.
	It was disgusting.  Cheyenne could barely bare it—but in the back of her mind, being swatted with the belt or the rope would be even worse.  She shut her blue eyes and sucked the hellish thing in her mouth until it squirted. 
	Then again, involuntarily she gagged and retched as spew from the man’s cock filled her mouth.  She reared back nearly vomiting; the man’s cock squirting gobs of sperm all over her face, drizzling down onto her chest.

	Up against her face went the squirting demon, slapping her face and gouging her nostrils and even her eyes.  The man held her head more firmly face fucking her until he was thru with her.  On his knees beside her was a petrified Adam.  Sucking cunt was one thing, gobbling dong of a MAN was something else all together.  But he had no choice, none of them did.
	Sighing, he closed his eyes and took the man’s cock into his mouth.

	Cocksucking was not young Adam’s forte.  It was an “acquired” taste and an unnatural one.  Adam had sucked on Arnold and Rusty and their cocks were a little different than the man’s cock.  His manhood was HUGE by comparison.  It tasted a lot different than Arnold’s or Rusty’s.  and, too, it had just cum and came out of Cheyenne’s mouth.  
	It took a few minutes before it got hard again—and Adam was embarrassed two-fold to find that his cock, too, had gotten hard.  He in no way wanted to let it be known that he LIKED sucking cock.  He wasn’t gay!  He shook his head and winced making as many faces as possible as he slobbered on the tubesteak.  He had trouble keeping his hands from jerking himself, too.  Then, as his cock demanded attention and young Adam struggled with To Jerk Off or Not to Jerk Off he heard in his head,
	‘cup his balls.’
	Adam felt involuntarily reactions to retch to the point of gagging, but the words “cup his balls” filled his mind more and more.  In one way, it helped him keep his hands from gripping his dick and pleasing himself and thus let it be known that he was in some way—gay.
	Timidly so he placed his hands to the man’s hairy balls, then one hand to the man’s ass and THEN got into sucking the cock in his mouth that was getting harder and harder.
	But no cum.  After five intense minutes of serious mouth scrounging the man pulled out.  Like with Cheyenne he slapped his cock against the boy’s face, gouged his nostrils and eyes and humped his face—and as a finale, had the boy lick the piss slit.  As Adam did so he jacked himself…
	Sierra reared her head back—she really didn’t want to suck the man’s cock—it hadn’t cum in Adam’s mouth so she knew that it probably would in HER mouth.
	“Suck it, or go lay on the bed, ass up (pause for dramatic effect) so to get yer lickin’ from the belt.”
	Instantly the young girl began to wail.
	The man let her wail a couple minutes before jerking her to her feet; she instantly went limp and put up a fuss like a young-young child would do and was dragged to the bed…

	Surprisingly the others jumped up grabbing the girl and almost attacking the man, their “Daddy.”  Rusty was smacked upside the head and sent sprawling to crash into a kitchen chair.  Arnold was kicked in the stomach and lay curled up vomiting up his breakfast.  Adam was grabbed by the hair and launched over the bed to crash against the wall.
	Cheyenne and Wendy had no chance at pulling their friend from the man and they quickly stopped trying when Reckless rushed into the cabin barking and growling.  The girls cowered to the wall with the crumbled body of Adam.  Reckless came to sit before the trio and dare them to make a move.
	“You move so much a cunt hair and he’ll rip into you quick!”
	The girls froze solid, Adam couldn’t move due to excessive pain.
	Sierra was yanked against the bed where she had to keep positioned while the nude Daddy fetched the belt from the fireplace hook.  Rusty sputtered from the broken chair, “Leave her alone you fucker!”
	The man paid the boy no mind and returned to a terrified Sierra whereupon he lashed her bare ass and thighs until her screams had reached that point where they were overwhelmed by the intensity of pain.  The belt was dropped and the man walked over to Rusty.
	Rusty was in a daze at the horrid beating Sierra had received and didn’t realize the man had come after him until the very last minute.  He was grabbed by the foot and dragged across the floor to the closet and thrown in.  Cheyenne and Wendy were given the “nod” and they scampered on their hands and knees inside.  Sierra was tossed in last, the door was shut and that was that.

	Reckless curled up at the door of the closet while the man dressed and left the cabin.  The truck fired up and left the area.  Inside the closet the kids continued to surfer from their abuse; Sierra the most.  But the boys had been busted up pretty good, too.
	Without a watch there was no way to tell the time or the passage of such.  There was no window in the closet so it was dark constantly with only a little light from the bottom of the door.  After a long while long after Sierra had faded off to sleep,
	“We gotta get outta here.” 
	“That man’s a fucking maniac,” stated Cheyenne to Rusty, “he’ll fucking kill us!” that was probably a safe bet.
	“He’ll probably kill us anyways as soon as he gets his jollies from us.”
	Arnold was probably right and they all knew it.
	“We need a plan.”

	“We don’t know where we are.”
	“Yeah, that could be a problem.
	“This maniac fucker knows this area, we don’t.”
	“And there’s he’s dog, too.”
	“Maybe we can make it our friend.”
	“I doubt it, it’s as fucked up as it’s owner.”
	“We’re doomed!” said Wendy.
	
*

merrier and merrier 
	Just after the cattle crossing guard Magnus stopped the truck.  Getting out he seemed to be agitated; he paused looking into the back seat area of the extended cab truck and seemed to “clench” himself.  After a moment he seemed “better” and opened the extended cab custom entry door.  Under a saddle and mining equipment he pulled out by the legs a teenage girl.  She still had some fight in her and Magnus smiled at her, holding her ankles up as he dragged her and she fussed.
	She stopped fussing as her head clunked on the sill of the extended cab entry way, then onto the hard metal running board, and then the two feet to the hard packed gravely ground.  The clunking in all nearly took her out.
	“Best mind me, Missy,” grumbled Magnus, “you’ll regret it if’in you don’t.”  and with the girl still stunned he let her ankles go and stood above her straddling—then whipped out his dick and proceeded to pee on her.  He started at her face and wetted her there and then down her chest to finally soak her crotch.
	The girl, Kristy, was barely aware, barely cognizant of what was going on—the back of her head was bleeding some and the jarring from her being pulled out of the truck nearly made her sick.
	After his pee showering of her Magnus stood to take her in, he liked her—which was why he “acquired” her.  Slowly Kristy began to “come around.”  She was still sick to her stomach, her head hurt greatly and she was all kinds of dizzy—all kinds.  There was no “shaking” of her head to clear, any attempt to do so resulted in great pains and more dizziness to her already dizzy head.  She lay still and vaguely saw a man standing close.
	Magnus opened the petcock to the side mounted water carrier and drenched the confused girl with stale water.  It helped, some.  Kristy sputtered, coughed, and realized that her hands and feet were bound tightly and she further realized that she HAD been kidnapped.

	Magnus squatted beside, “Missy, you best settle down.” He smiled and reached up into his truck latching onto the ankles of another.  Kristy couldn’t see due to the water in her eyes and the dizziness that still reigned supreme.
	A red tailed hawk soared above in the clear blue skies, a woodpecker pecked on a hollow log somewhere in the woods surrounding.  Kristy wallowed on the ground trying to clear her head, struggling to move into a better position and away from the man who had his pants unzipped and his penis out.
	Suddenly she saw a little girl being pulled out of the old grimy truck, Kristy’s little sister, Karen!  Karen wasn’t biologically connected to her, only thru marriage—Kristy’s Mom and married Karen’s Dad a year after Kristy’s Dad and Mom had split up.  Karen’s Mom had died in a plane crash.
	Karen was a mere six years young.
	Kristy began to sick at her stomach for a new reason.
	Little Karen was in high distress, she had peed her brand new pants and was dirty and scuffed up from being hidden inside the man’s truck.  The man brushed the little girl off all over, she wore jeans and a yellow shirt with an outer shirt.  Her hands and feet were just as secured as was Kristy’s.  the man knelt behind her and reaching around the tyke undone her pants—much to Kristy’s dismay.  Kristy tried to sit up and do something but was powerless.  She sputtered and thrashed madly but the man pulled down Karen’s pants and then her power blue panties.
	Kristy retched and began to sob.

*

	With great care he carefully lifted the latch and peered out.
	At his feet Cheyenne assured him “all clear.”
	There was no warning, no growling, no indication that Reckless was anywhere close.  It seemed an eternity before Adam had the latch up enough to clear its holder and open the door.  Even so, he held his breath, licked his lips and slowly opened the door just enough to peer out.
	Adam’s head very carefully inched out—
	And met the cold dark stabbing eyes of Reckless the hound.
	The old wily dog was just on the side of the closet wall and not curled up at the door to give way that he was there.  Adam quickly shut the door in a dire panic throwing the latch down hard.
	“SON-OF-A-BITCH!” he yelled.
	“Fucking dog!” bitched Wendy.
	“Whattya we do, now?”
	“Nothing.”
	“That fucker gonna kill us!” concluded Cheyenne.
	“Maybe, I don’t know, I don’t think so,” said Arnold, “he just wants to—to—you know--”
	“Fuck us?” quipped Sierra.
	“Yeah, and make us do stuff.” (to everyone else.)
	The boys got sheepish and embarrassed, the girls sat on their butts, folded their arms about their knees and sighed.
	“There’s gotta be a way.” Adam mused.  He stood and looked around trying to see something—anything that would give him an indication.  But there were only the log walls and the clapboard floor.
	Adam stood searching the walls and looking up to the ceiling, casually scratching his butt.  Sierra and Cheyenne sitting shoulder to shoulder pursed their lips and jostled one another smiling.  The light that seeped in under the door helped provide just enough light to allow them to see the boy’s nakedness and his naked dangly thing.  They had seen it up close and personal—they had WASHED it and fondled it—but that had been under command.
	“You know what?” Adam said jumping up to the ceiling, 
	“What?” asked Cheyenne and Sierra.
	“This ceiling is dirt.”
	“So?”
	“Dirt?” Rusty said standing up getting interested.
	“Yeah, dirt?” replied Adam jumping up just barely touching the ceiling with his fingers.  As his fingers touched the ceiling he brought down some of the “dirt.”  He sputtered as the dirt got in his hair and face.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Arnold, “we can dig ourselves out!”

*

	His grubby fingers fingered the little girl’s smooth hairless pussy.  The little girl seemed dazed and highly confused.  Poking up between her legs was the man’s cock which made the dazed Kristy even more ill than she already was.
	“Please,” she begged, “leave her alone.”
	The grubby man merely smiled, licked his lips and continued fingered the six year old, bending her over and prodding her very virginal rectum with his cock.

	Kristy went ballistic as much as she could,
	“LEAVE HER ALONE!” she cried out in anguish.
	Finally the man seemed to listen and scooped little Karen up setting her inside the truck on the backseat.  He then moved to straddle the still prone Kristy, placed a hand behind her head and waggled his cock before her face, her mouth.
	“Then alla you gots to do, Missy, is suck me!”
	Although it was preposterous to conceive, Kristy saw that there was no way out of it.  She firstly pursed her lips before closing her eyes and opened her trembling lips.  The grubby man’s cock swelled, his hairy balls swelled, his heart swelled and he smiled.
	“Make me proud, little girl, make me proud.”
	Kristy trembled and fought back the urge to vomit—she knew instinctively that throwing up on the man would be bad—very bad.  (and she would be right!)  
	Kristy sucked and sucked; in the truck Karen watched, fidgeted, and wept.  Soon Kristy found herself bringing the man off.  She thrashed her head in a feeble attempt and not to be soiled with the man’s sperm.  But that was a no-go as the man was determined to drown her in his spunk.
	When the deed was done the horrid man stood and for shock value went to the little step-sister, hooking her ankles and lifting them sending the little girl to her backside.  The horrid-horrid man then began fingering and then licking the child’s pussy and asshole.
	Kristy threw up.

*

	Although it was disgusting and embarrassing earlier to have to wash one another and fondle the other’s cock and balls, the boys Adam and Rusty boosted the taller of them all, Arnold, up on their shoulder where he could get at the dirt.
	It made a mess and the progress was slow.  Everyone now and then they stopped to listen at the door.  Cheyenne laid down as flat as possible peering under the door watching for the man.  
	Dirt fell all about creating problems for the group in the closet.
	“STOP!” shouted suddenly Cheyenne.  She heard the truck pull up.
	“Son-of-a-bitch is back!”
	Arnold nearly fell as the boys let him go.  They stood in panic.
	“Damn, we coulda made it.” (not a chance)
	“Oh, shit!” mouthed Cheyenne sitting up.

	“What?”
	She didn’t have to say as the boys looked around to what they were standing on—several inches of dirt.
	“He opens that door--”
	“We’re doomed!” blurted Wendy.
	Quickly like in a heartbeat the gang grabbed up handfuls of dirt and dumped some of it into the bucket, Wendy shoved hers into the cracks of the impacted logs.  It was a good idea and the others followed suit.  Cheyenne laid back down on the floor trying to see.  Her young heart sank as she saw a little-little girl brought in to stand by the fireplace.  The girl was no more than six years old and had her pants and panties at her ankles.  The man was a monster.

	The taste of vomit in her mouth was almost as foul as the taste of the man’s sperm—which still lingered, too.  Somewhat roughly she had been dragged once more out of the truck and pushed up against it.  The horrid man leaned against her breathing foul breath,
	“Listen, Missy, you want me to leave you’re young’un alone, I will,” he then paused to whisper into her ear, “so long as you do exactly as I want, when I want it, ever’ time alla the time.
	“Got it?”
	Kristy got it.  Her stomach rolled, her pussy and asshole clenched up tight for she knew for sure that she was going to be horribly raped and sodomized (among other things.)  She knew all in all that it wasn’t going to be a pleasant experience.
	And she would be right.
	The horrid man took little Karen into the cabin.  He was gone a few minutes and it gave Kristy the time to look around.  It didn’t help much, she saw the cabin set partially into a hillside and deep woods all around.  There were meadows or pastures to be seen; no power lines, though.  That meant that the place was remote.  During her hectic trek on the floorboard she had etched in her mind the “journey”.  Unfortunately she had only begun to do so miles after her abduction.  From the mall where she had been “acquired” she wasn’t sure what direction they had ventured, she didn’t think the man had taken to the freeway or the crosstown expressway—the drive was too slow.
	She couldn’t recall passing over any railroad tracks but she thought there was a cement bridge (due to the sound difference the tires of the vehicle made when passing along it.)  

	Then there was a long stretch at moderate speed on what she thought was maybe a two lane road.  It wasn’t too helpful but maybe later on it could be helpful—to the police.  But judging the miles was difficult.  There was a turn onto a different road that after a few miles turned to dirt.
	There, too, was the cattle guard and that suggested countryside.
	There were no landmarks to note, no sounds, no idea where in the country-side she was.  She was about to make a step and check out the cabin a little more when the horrid man made a return.  He stood before her naked.  His cock was hard and up against the frightened sickened Kristy he pressed it and his horrid body.
	“You a virgin?”
	Kristy closed her eyes and turned her head.  She nodded “Yes”.
	“You wouldn’t be lyin’ to me, would ya?”
	Kristy felt sick again, her body twisted as much as it could, the rope bit into her wrists and she was a wreck.  The horrid man began undoing her pants.  Kristy began to retch, her body tightened up and lightly she began to whisper, “No, no, please, no!”
	The horrid man, though, paid no heed to her pleas and pushed down her jeans.  To her cunny he pressed a daring finger.
	“I ask ye agin, Missy, yous a virgin?”
	Kristy screwed up her face shaking her head, “No.”
	The man knew it.  He had seen her getting some from a boy—a boy half her age and another boy a little older plus a boy about a year older than she.  
	Down came her panties, the horrid man turned her about and walloped her ass with a sudden swat.  Up against her he pressed his body, specifically his cock between her legs.  Into her ear he pressed his mouth,
	“See, Missy, when yous fukin’ lie to me it pisses me off and I hast to discipline ye.” He giggled and roamed his hand up her shirt to squeeze her breasts.
	“Don’t you be pissin me offa too much, Missy,” he seethed, “I’ll wear yer ass out and hafta to start on yer little one!”
	“NO!  Don’t you dare!” Kristy bawled.
	The man squeezed her tit and pushed his body hard against hers,
	“Don’t yous be tellin’ me shit!” and a hard smack again to her ass.
	Continuing, “Yous gonna do ever’ thang I tells you do to, no matter how bad it be you do it (pause for dramatic effect) ‘cause if’in yous don’t, I’ll rip the hide right off that little one!”
	Kristy swore that she would obey.
	The horrid man licked her ear then dragged her into the cabin.

*

in that little cabin in the woods…
	While little six year old Karen stood with her pants and undies at her ankles at the fireplace, her thirteen year old step-sister was laid out on the bed some feet away.  The nude man undone the ropes binding her then pulled off all of her clothes, sniffing the crotch of her pants and panties.  
	With her legs opened wide, ass at the side edge of the bed, the horrid nude man stepped up flogging his dog.  Taking her hand he had he please him, stroking his monstrous cock as well as fondling his balls.  Kristy was not into such a deed, she cried and made faces—but for the sake of her little sister she submitted.
	After only a few minutes of fondling, the horrid-horrid man pushed Kristy to lay down while he inserted his equally horrid cock into her pussy.  It wasn’t virginal.  She HAD had sexual relations prior; Johnny Meese, Donald Meese, Blake Sheldon, and Ronnie Culpepper.  Johnny Meese was the seven year old brother of thirteen year old Donald.  Donald, like Magnus, had seen/spied on Kristy engaged in sex with Blake and Ronnie.  Blake Sheldon was a mere nine years while Ronnie C was a preteen at twelve years.  
	Magnus slid his cock neatly into the teen’s fuckable cunt.  It wasn’t a super tight fit like a virgin, but it wasn’t “loose” like a slut.  Kristy griped the bed sheets as she was filled to capacity.  There were no good feelings from the fuck, she clung tightly holding on as she was raped.
	The man pumped and pumped; strained, pumped, strained pumped.
	Kristy clung to the bed for dear life a time or two catching her sweet little blond hair step-sib standing near naked crying holding her hands together under her chin.  Kristy closed her eyes and looked the other way.
	At just under three minutes and the man did cum.
	A great quantity of liquid love did he expel, sending shiveres thru the semi cooperative teen.  She tried to deny it as best she could but there were natural instincts that would not be hushed.  She came quickly but the orgasm lingered—she had been fucked before (and liked it—a lot!)
	The man’s horrid cock eased out and slapped her tingling cunny.  Kristy’s cunt was sore, aching.  The man spanked his monkey to her cunt until she begged him to stop.
	“Turn over.” he said.

	Reluctantly Kristy did so—she knew what was to occur.  Only a couple of times had she taken sex up the ass.  She deemed that route “dirty”, extra naughty, and disgusting.  But the man wanted and for the sake of Karen…
	The man didn’t plunge his horrid cock into her asshole, but his finger instead.  It was just as bad.  Kristy squirmed and got her butt smacked as a result.  But it was involuntary reactions from the anal probe, the man shoved one whole finger DEEP into her asshole—wriggled it about then worked another into her tortured rim and wriggled them both about until she was “coming apart.”
	The man withdrew his fingers and settled to licking her hole.
	Kristy lay fully spread across the width of the great bed, she saw on the floor on her side panties.  Boys’ underwear, too.  The knot in her stomach tightened and she had a bad—very bad feeling.  ‘where were the kids, the others, the owners of the panties and shorts?’
	It was no doubt that the horrid man she was to call “Daddy” was twisted, evil, vile, horrid.  And to call him “Daddy” was truly messed up.  After much time of licking her asshole out he took her outside to an outdoor shower thing.  The man lathered her up and fingered her, spanked her (but not in a disciplinary measure) and loved on her with his cock.
	Afterwards, he dried her off and brought her back into the cabin, sitting her down at the one handcrafted wooden table that had many handcrafted chairs.  Her breath was taken as the naked man made his way to Karen.
	“You said you’d leave her alone!” Kristy wailed in a stern sentence.
	The man paid her no mind but squatted before the stricken little six year, brushed her hair out of her face to behind her ears, smiled at her, then undone the ropes to her hands and feet.
	Then he slipped off her clothes and rendered her nude.
	Picking her up he carried her to the table and glared at Kristy.
	Kristy became greatly uncomfortable and sat glued to her chair.  She didn’t like the situation at all—being nude, in the company of a grown man who was nude; being raped, showered, probed in the ass, her ear licked!  The man was horrid—just plain horrid.
	After sitting Karen down he made on the wood fired stove grilled cheese sandwiches with bacon.  They were tasty and served with ice cold soda.  After lunch, the girls were taken to the bed.  The man went to a door and opened up.  Six kids emerged, all naked, and dirty.  The man cocked his head, run his tongue inside his mouth then peered into the other room.

	They were all about eleven years old, three girls, three boys.  The man was a “collector.”  He was horrid and was collecting children for his sick sexual pleasures.  Just like many other men, and some women, across the nation and all over the world.  Kristy knew she wasn’t a Saint, she was having willing sex with young boys (and she liked it!)  but what the horrid naked man who had somehow kidnapped her and Karen, and the six others, was doing, was beyond simple adoration and sexual gratification.
	“Lay down.” The man told Kristy.
	Kristy gulped, her cunny clenched.  Laying down on the bed she waited.  She knew that screwing Donald he was only good for two or three humps before his dick wore out and was useless for a hour or so.  How long could the horrid man last?
	But it wasn’t the horrid man who was to pound her cunny…

	Eleven year old Adam wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, he wasn’t too overly opposed but it was strange.  He was a little taken by the little-little girl, he hoped that he wouldn’t have to DO her, but in the back of his mind he figured that he eventually would.
	The other girl was pretty, and older, but not too much older.  She had bigger titties than Cheyenne, Sierra, and Wendy, more hair on her pussy, and just bigger all over.  She looked nice, ‘specially naked.  The more he stared at her the more he got wood.
	“Fuck her.”
	Adam hesitated and got a smack on his bare ass as a result.  He moved up to the bed and then climbed up onto the girl.  His body was dirty and he needed a shower.  
	“Guide him in.” 
	Kristy reached down between their bodies and griped the boy’s dick—like she had with Johnny, Donny, Blake, and Ronnie.  Carefully she guided it into her cunny and the boy either was a pro or had natural instinct going for him—he began to pump.  Kristy thrashed around some pissed at the situation and trying desperately not to enjoy the act.  She saw the other kids, staring at the girls she saw that their young cunnies had pouting lips.  Kristy sighed, she figured the horrid man was getting jollies watching the boys fuck those girls.  She also figured the man was getting some from them, too.
	As the boy on her fucked and picked up speed, the horrid man spanked the boys ass, then plunged a finger into the pumping boy’s asshole.  The boy went nuts and sped up his fucking…

	Adam lasted two minutes before exploding his love.  He lay exhausted on the teen girl and very nearly on his own suckled her breasts.  His ass stung from the spanking the man behind him had done but it wasn’t too bad.
	Arnold Mu stepped up as per command, Adam went to stand by the girls with his dick dripping.  He couldn’t keep his eyes and attention off of the little girl who sat on the bed quietly sobbing.  She was nude, pretty, and Adam had a slight wonder about what it would be like to fuck her!
	Arnold’s pud slipped out of Kristy’s cunt, he put it back in and pumped like a rabbit—his cock slipping out a couple more times before the tumultuous moment of explosion.  Kristy’s hands caressed the boy, squeezing his ass and rubbing his sweaty-grimy backside.  Try as she might there was no denying at last the good feeling of being fucked.  She came.  Her whole body shuddered all over and here essence drizzled out of her cunny in torrents!
	The action of her orgasm caused her to cunt to clench Arnold’s cock and it forced him to spurt and cum, too.  The boy enjoyed it.  A lot!  He fucked happily until he couldn’t fuck happily no more.  Then he pulled out and squirted a magnificent wad up Kristy’s sweaty body and collapsed onto her—humping her pussy until he was swatted on the ass and told to go stand with the others.
	Rusty Means could hardly contain himself and was almost at the point of cumming off before he even schlepped his salami into Kristy’s drenched pussy.  He did manage to make one minute of serious pumping before squirting, though.  And even after his cock remained somewhat stiff and he just kept pumping and needed a serious ass swat to motivate him off and to stand with the others.
	Thereafter the fuckers and the fuckee went outside for cleanup.
	Cheyenne took a daring step to the bed to say hello to the little girl.
	The little girl was too frightened to speak and huddled up as Cheyenne approached.
	“She’s gonna get it, too, I bet.” spurted Wendy. 
	“She’s too young.” said Sierra.
	“What difference does that make,” quipped Wendy, “this fucker is fucked, he’s whacked, fucked in the head—he don’t care!”
	“She’s right,” said a dejected Cheyenne, “she’s probably going to get it from the boys first, then that fucker is going to do her.”
	Wendy nearly collapsed at the prospect.  It was a safe bet, the little girl was going to get “broken in” by the boys, and THEN the fuck who had kidnapped them all was going to do her.

*

Lost to madness
	Kristy lathered up each boy and washed him off head to toe; then the boys together did likewise to Kristy.  Each boy sported a major hard-on and could hardly contain themselves.  After they were rinsed off Kristy was taken to the nearby woodpile where she was positioned with her hands on top of the woodpile, her legs spread out…
	The horrid man began caressing her ass, squeezing the cheeks and once more invading her virgin pooper with his finger.  He then had each boy come up and lick her asshole.  The boys weren’t too into that deed, but at least the hole was clean.
	After licking and fingering the hole, the boys got to stuff their hard-ons into the teen girl’s hole.  All three boys once more managed to cum.  Afterwards, the horrid man spanked Kristy with a belt.

	Cheyenne jolted first when she heard the spanking.
	“I think the boys are right,” said Sierra, “we gotta get outta here.”
	“If he catches us--”
	“Yeah, I know,” said a disheartened Cheyenne still jumping each time a spank was heard from outside, “we’re doomed.”
	“Right.”
	“Maybe we ought to come up with another plan,” said Sierra, “a new plan--”
	“A backup plan.” amended Wendy.
	“Right, a backup plan, always have a backup plan.”
	“The boys have the idea that we can crawl up thru the closet,” mused Cheyenne, “so we need a new plan, a new direction.”
	“Like what?”
	“Beats me, but we have to look, find something or--”
	“Check his routine.” said Wendy.
	“What?”
	“His routine, this fucker’s got to have a routine of some sort.”
	“You think he’ll go after more kids?” asked sheepishly Wendy.
	“Maybe, probably, he’s a fucking Collector!”
	“Then when he does the boys can dig and we can--”
	“We’ll be in the closet with him, stupid!”
	“Well,” said Cheyenne, “we’ve got to find a way to defeat that latch thing.”
	“And the dog.”

	“And the dog.”
	“Maybe we can make friends with it?”
	“Maybe.”
	The girls sighed and tried to convey to the little girl among them that things were going to be ok.  But truthfully, none of them knew it for sure or even believed that it would be (okay).
	Presently Kristy and the boys returned, Kristy sobbing and her backside (specifically her ass region) was burning-searing red.  And despite that she had to sit at the table.  All the kids were called to the table with the horrid man plucking up the youngest and holding her while he doled out soda pop and chips.
	Reckless was among them, sniffing and begging for chips.  Magnus sat Karen on the wooden counter giving her some taffy.  Reckless came to sniff her feet and made her giggle.  Cheyenne and Sierra shot one another looks.  
	At length Magnus opened a cabinet and got out a bag of doggie kibble.  Plucking Karen off of the counter he got the little naked wonder to feed Reckless.  It was now her job to do so.  As Karen bent over doling out the dog food—the horrid man Magnus Chavang stood behind her masturbating.

	Standing shoulder to shoulder at the fireplace the boys knew what was in store.  Licking cunny was ok, sucking cock was not.  Each boy clenched himself, hands behind his back they squeezed their hands—their bare butts being warmed by the fire of the fireplace.
	Magnus the horrid man stepped before them, stroked his pud and had each of them kiss the head of his manly manhood, stroke it, cup his balls, and be face fucked.
	Thereafter, Arnold was told to “go to your knees.” of which he did.
	Then, Adam was turned by the shoulder by Magnus to face Arnold.
	“Oh crap.” uttered Arnold.
	“Suck ‘im good,” chimed Magnus, “make ‘im cum.”
	Arnold clenched and so did Adam.
	Closing his eyes Arnold engulfed Adam’s cock.  He sucked it all the way in and seethed all over as everyone was watching him.  And what’s more, his cock was hard, too!
	The taste of cock.  Arnold wasn’t too keen on it.  It was different in some ways and similar in others—in comparison to licking a girl’s pussy.  But still—sucking cock, sucking a GUY’S cock just wasn’t natural!

	He sucked though, sucked and sucked and sucked until he felt his companion’s cock surging.  He was on the verge indeed getting Adam to cum.  It wasn’t going to pleasant—the taste of spunk was gross.  Arnold sucked hard, though, complying to the Voice in his head that told him to hold Adam’s cock with one hand—‘work it’ while cupping the boy’s balls, too.  This action helped young Adam Hooser to cum and cum a lot.
	“Yous spill any of that love cream an’ I’ll tan yer hide!”
	Arnold gulped and was sick, he retched and made many faces but managed somehow to keep all of Adam’s cum in his mouth.  Then he swallowed it.  Adam was prompted (by a Voice in his head) to face hump his friend.
	Afterwards, Arnold stood and Adam sucked him.
	Arnold nearly came off from the get go but held back blowing his load too soon.  Adam hated sucking cock and didn’t do a masterful job.  Arnold was getting off on the act itself and not how good it was or wasn’t.  Of course, among them, too, were the girls sitting on the fur skin rug; the teenage girl and the wee little lass.  
	After Arnold got off Adam, the boys turned to suck off Rusty.  Both boys took turns, while one sucked on Rusty’s cock—the other washed Rusty’s balls.  Both boys caressed the boy’s ass and took turns slurping schlong.
	When Rusty began to cum he had to shoot one squirt into Adam and then Arnold.  He also face fucked the two and then—onto his knees to service those who had serviced him.
	It wasn’t over.  After Rusty had gotten a mouthful of jiz from Adam and Arnold he turned around, hands on his knees.  Adam went first, anal spelunking.  He licked Rusty’s asshole, plunged in his fingers, and worked him until his (his own) cock was hard.  Then he stood and with Cheyenne helping, guided his cock into Rusty’s hole.
	“Fuck until you cum.”
	Adam clenched and felt ill.  He gripped Rusty’s hips and began to pump, but his dick was worn out and he didn’t know if he could cum off again so soon.  Cheyenne remained on her knees at their sides, caressing Adam’s ass while working Rusty’s cock.
	Kristy sitting on the fur rug with the others could only stare on awe.  The horrid man stood with a raging hard-on, holding Karen in his arms directing the boys to his delight.

	Adam did his business, but it took him five minutes.  His eyes fluttered, his entire twelve year old bod was layered in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  With trembling knees we was allowed to pull out and fall out.  Arnold took up the cause, after Kristy came over and LICKED RUSTY’S BUTT HOLE CLEAN!	
	To be grossed out would be an understatement.  Sucking cum was one thing, sucking hellish cock was one thing, sucking bung hole was one thing.  But to suck a cum filled bung hole was a bit much.  Kristy retched and very nearly vomited.
	She sat by the crackling fire retching and trying not to throw up as she watched the next boy fuck.  She knew what she was going to have to do and didn’t look forward to it. 
	Arnold humped quickly but also needed five minutes before shooting off his load.  And once more, as predicted, Kristy sucked Rusty’s hole clean.  She retched harder and wasn’t able to keep it down; she began to spew and was hustled to face the blazing fire and barf there.
	The scene was chaotic and the boys could only stare; Karen fell to the floor to curl up in a fetal position and cry.  Cheyenne stared in awe while Wendy and Sierra took the hellacious moment to look for an opportunity.
	‘what if you PUSH the son-of-a-bitch into the fire?’ was one notion in Wendy’s mind.
	‘grab that poker and bash his fucking head in!’
	‘grab that poker and jab it into his ass!’
	‘grab that poker and smack his balls!’
	‘RUN!’
	Wendy and Sierra heard all the “suggestions” but didn’t act on any of them (quickly) enough.  Kristy was pulled from the fire, her hair, eyebrows, nostril hairs singed and burned.  Her stomach contents emptied and sizzled on the fireplace logs.
	The next task for the boys was Rusty to butt fuck those who had butt fucked him.  Cheyenne was there to help the cause, fondling balls and cock, caressing bare asses and guiding Rusty’s dong into Adam’s cornchute.  The boy unloaded in just under two minutes.  Kristy once more had the horrid task of anal cleaning—while Cheyenne had the unconscionable task of bringing Rusty’s cock back to life so he could stuff it up into Arnold’s cornchute and cum.  She had to suck it—she had to suck his balls and finger fuck his asshole until he was enough to breach Arnold’s tight rim.
	It was gross.  Kristy was still reeling from her recent bout of hurling and then there was Cheyenne sucking schlong freshly pulled from a bung hole.  It was gross and sickening.
	Whenafter the boys had successfully fucked each in the ass (and cum), they went to the bed and laid out on it.  The girls knew their turn was imminent—and they were right.  Kristy and Cheyenne were still suffering from their actions; they were given some soda pop and five minutes to “chill.”
	Thereafter all the girls came to the fireplace with little Karen being sent to the bed to sit with the boys.  The horrid man called for his dog, Reckless who always seemed to be sleeping somewhere.  He came lopping in, paused to scratch then ambled up to his Master’s side and sat.  Reckless was a hound dog of some years, kind of lean, long snout, longer ears.  His coat was brown and splotchy in areas where he tangled with various woodsy critters.
	“On yer knees, hands an’ knees.” said Magnus the Horrid. 
	Cheyenne gritted her teeth and felt the need to go to the bathroom welling up in her.  She held off and managed to hold a burp, too.  On her hands and knees she waited.  To be spanked, fucked in the ass, fucked in the cunt doggie-style, in the mouth, all the above?
	Sort of.
	The girls all took breaths as Reckless under the direction of his Master came around to Cheyenne’s ass.
	“Oh my God!” uttered Kristy.  Her brown eyes bulged as she looked in horror at what was going to transpire.  “Please!” she wailed.  Cheyenne was going into hysterics.
	“If’in you move, I’ll rip the hide right offa you!” which didn’t help matters any.  Cheyenne wailed, begged, and finally just broke down into sobbing—as were her friends, Sierra and Wendy.
	What the boys’ thoughts were were not really known, they were too shocked to have thoughts.  They sat on the bed with mouths agape watching as Reckless the dog was masturbated by Kristy.  If she refused she was told that she would regret it and the horrid man turned to look to the little girl with the boys on the bed.
Kristy shook her head, sobbed uncontrollably, but reached under the dog and worked her fingers to his sheath.  Reckless took only moments before he got “hard” and his doggie dick was exposed.
The boys were in utter disbelief as they watched Reckless MOUNT the pretty Cheyenne.  Kristy had to “insert” the dog’s dick into Cheyenne’s asshole.  Reckless took over action from there and sodomized Cheyenne for several long enduring minutes.

	When Reckless got his nut several minutes later Cheyenne fell away, curling up tight her mind lost to madness.  Reckless licked his balls and Kristy, too, was “lost to madness.”  But it wasn’t over.
	With Reckless laying down on the rug, Kristy was consigned to suck the dog’s dick.  Kristy instantly retched and hurled.  Roughly she was positioned on her knees, the horrid man’s cock went sailing up into her asshole and as she retched and vomited into the fireplace, her asshole clenched up tight to the man’s cock.  It turned him on and he fingered her pussy while holding her head just out of the flickering flames.
	Too stunned were the kids all to do anything to help or to help themselves.  Little Karen had left the topside of the bed to be under it.  She brought a lot of the cast off clothing to curl up with and cry silently.
	Kristy got to the point where she was throwing up the brown gunk at the pit of her stomach.  She was wrenched back from the fireplace,
	“Now, Missy, what’s it gonna be, suck ole Reck or I’s takes yous outside for a spankerin’?”
	Kristy couldn’t speak, she could only retch.
	“Leave her alone, you fucker!”
	Magnus turned to be faced with Adam.
	Twelve year old Adam stood defiantly with the cast off belt.  He shook all over—but not in fear but in anger.  He seethed, his nostrils flared.  Cocking his head he dared the horrid man to do one more thing against them.
	“You gonna spank Daddy?” Magnus chortled.
	“Yous aint my Daddy!” screamed Adam and he charged.
	At twelve, Adam Hooser wasn’t muscular in any way.  But the pent up rage carried him crashing into his tormentor which sent them both crashing against the wall.  Reckless barked and went gnashing his teeth into Adam and also into his Master.
	“Heel!” yelled Magnus, “Heel, damn yer hide!” he hit the dog and that wasn’t a good thing.  Reckless turned on him and being naked Magnus was more vulnerable.  This gave Adam time to scamper away, but he had been bitten and was in great hurts.
	The girls pulled him under the bed while Rusty and Arnold grabbed the poker and shovel from the fireplace holder.  Magnus had his hands full keeping his dog from biting him to pieces.  The dog had gone nuts.  Magnus got whacked on the backside that sent him sprawling.  Reckless tore into the boys giving Magnus time to stumble out the door and out of sight.  Arnold and Rusty beat the dog with their implements but the dog was quick and pissed off.  

	The boys dropped their weapons and headed for the closet.  Kristy grabbed up a hunk of wood and threw it at the dog to distract him, it worked—but of course the dog went for her, then.
	Wendy grabbed Karen and the kids all went into the small closet.
	“Come on!” screamed Rusty to Kristy.  Kristy had fallen onto the fur rug and was curling up with it trying to protect herself from the pissed dog.  Suddenly, the horrid man returned with something in his hand.  It was on a long metal pole and with a pair of prongs at one end and a control box at the other.
	The prongs touched the insane dog and the dog went nuts again.
	This time, though, the dog collapsed to the floor twitching.
	Kristy lay curled up tight crying uncontrollably.
	Rusty closed the door.