August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 42
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Part IX

Long night’s journey into day
	A cattleprod.  The horrid-horrid man had a cattleprod.  And not one, but TWO.  One was a long handled thing used to “motivate” the cow to move along; the other was a personal handheld device used not necessarily in the motivation of cattle.
	He also had another device, a DEE-VICE, an EMAD.
	It was low-key, very low key.  So low-key that it had an operating status of 5-minutes; less if more than one Subject/Target was to be stunned.  It’s only ability was to stun the mind and nothing more.  No Q&A, no manipulating the Mind, no re-wiring, no commanding the mind to act and do things.  The EMAD of Magnus Chavang was merely to stun the mind and that was it.
	And it was good enough.
	He understood why Reckless had turned on him, the confusion of the attack and all the hapless hunter just went after everyone—loyalty be damned.  For his punishment, other than being zapped with the cattleprod, Reckless was taken outside and chained to a post supporting a timber to the cabin’s façade.
	Inside the cabin the kids all had scampered into the closet.  A good place to be.  But it was time for them to come out.  He grabbed the latch but found it was “secure” and wouldn’t budge.
	“Release the latch.” he said calmly.
	“Fuck you!” cried out one of the girls, Cheyenne, the mouthy one.
	Magnus cocked his head, smiled, and was amused by the kids’ antics.
	“You donna come outta there I’m gonna rip the hides offa yous!”
	“Kiss my ass!” blurted one of the other girls, Wendy.
	“I’ll do that!” snickered back Magnus, “with me belt first!”

	There was no response to that and Magnus once more fussed with the handle.  It was latched tightly from the other side, blocked.  The door to the closet wasn’t much but it was sturdy and Magnus really didn’t have the strength to fuck with it.	
	He backed away and went to slump in one of the kitchen chairs.
	“I’ll wait, I gots time.  When you gets hungry you’ll come.” He sneered, chortled, and sighed flopping his weakened pud.  “All kinds of time.”

	“He’s moving away!” whispered hoarsely Cheyenne.  
	Kristy struggled to maintain herself as on her shoulders she held a wriggling naked Adam who desperately like a trapped creature clawed at the dirt ceiling.  When his arms gave out Arnold took up the cause bringing down a small rock that nearly proved disastrous for them all on several levels.  One, it nearly knocked the boy out as he dislodged it from its place; then Two, as he let it go and it clunked off the head of Kristy then bounced onto Cheyenne’s backside as she was laying out on the floor peering under the door.
	“What’s going on in there!?” demanded to know the horrid one.
	“Piss off!” shouted Wendy.
	“You’re all going to be sorry.” Then, “Yous come out now and I promise just a little of your hide--” 
	“No way, ASSHOLE!” screamed Sierra.
	“Suit yerself, your hide is might tender!”
	The man commenced to picking the grime from under his fingernails.
	The kids continued their efforts at escape.

	When the boys were worn out Sierra took over.  There was a lot of dirt, worms, and roots to contend with—along with an occasional rock.  The “tunnel” had gone so far as the diggers were actually UP inside the hill digging at a sort of angle.  
	It was hard work, dirty and musty.  Wendy, though, finally broke thru.  She shrieked when her hand broke thru the grassy surface, scrambling back down she was all kinds of excited; Arnold climbed up Kristy’s body and shot himself into the tunnel.  He had been “revitalized” with the break-thru as had they all.
	“I’m thru!” he called down.
	It was too much to believe and hope for.

	Kristy hoisted the kids up one by one; then standing on the mop bucket hoisted herself up.  Well, tried.  She was tall and that was good, had long arms and that was good.  But the tunnel beginning was near straight up and difficult to pull thru—that was bad.
	Adam went back into the tunnel after everyone was out, laying down he pawed for Kristy’s scrambling fingers.  Arnold latched onto his ankles and lowered him down some more.  That helped and Kristy was pulled up into the tunnel.  It was a tight fit and she got a little stuck mid way thru.  She paused once when she thought she heard the door rattle again.
	Quickly she scurried out of the tunnel and to freedom.

	“Which way?”
	“I don’t think it matters.”
	“Anywhere is preferable than here!” Arnold’s wise statement was true.  The naked group fled thru the woods just down the hill and didn’t stop until daybreak.

	It had been almost three hours since any sounds from the closet.  Reckless had howled from outside, barked, and began to become agitated greatly.
“Shut the hell up, dog!” Magnus yelled throwing a coffee cup at the mangy hound.
Magnus sat twiddling his thumbs then got up and made for the door.
Using a crowbar from the truck he jarred the door open breaking the latch.  For almost a minute he stared at the dirt pile on the floor.  He did smile and gave the kids credit.  Then he dressed, grabbed up the cattleprod, EMAD, and belt.  Outside he unchained Reckless and put one of the girls’ panties to his nose.
“Go get ‘em!”
	Reckless barked and burnt paws on the gravel racing around, charging up the hill and into the woods beyond.
	“Gonna tan me some hides soon!” he smiled and gave chase after his hound.

	Running barefooted (and naked) thru the woods had its hazards; lots of stickers and sharp ankle biting rocks, tree limbs and bushes; unseen hazards like logs and deep ponds, too.  Kristy carried Karen and tried her best to keep head count of the group; but it wasn’t easy with stragglers lagging behind due to the numerous reasons listed above.

	At length they came to a small lake and there on the small shore they soothed their hurts and owes and strained to listen for any signs to indicate that they were being chased.
	Everyone was exhausted and then some, day break was soon in coming and they had no idea where they were.  (uh, what was wrong with following the road that got to the cabin in the first place?)
	Suddenly, Cheyenne’s head popped up, “I hear a dog!”
	“Reckless!” breathed Adam.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” barked Sierra.
	“Across the lake!” said Kristy, “Maybe we can lose him if we go across the lake.”
	Of course, treading across an unknown body of water had hazards as well—unknown things were within and it slowed up the progress as it got deep from the get go.  
	Rusty looked sheepish, anguished, and one with great foreboding anxiety.  “I-I cant swim.”
	Of course, there had to be one.
	“I can swim, Kristy, I’m a real good swimmer!” Kristy’s little sis, Karen chimed in.
	Kristy directed Cheyenne and Adam to keep Karen with them as they swam, Sierra and Wendy were already in the water and no wasting time.  Adam and Arnold lingered at the lake’s edge—their pausing allowed them to take in the nudity of teenage Kristy.
	Once in the water she clung Rusty to her and they both splashed their way across the small lake.  As they merged onto the shore on the other side, Reckless’ beller could be heard and grew louder as he broke thru the brush on the other shore.

	Once thru some brush the kids found a huge pasture.  The pasture had no grazing animals but some deer took off into a small wooded hill on the other side.  The pasture was long, not very wide.  Three great wooded hills encircled it save for the open end.  Kristy squinted her eyes and thought she saw a vehicle go by (at the other end.)
	“Come on!” she encouraged the group.  Holding Karen Kristy struck out first with the others tailing behind.  Soon Adam and Arnold were racing one another—they were almost gleeful about it.  The girls tried, too, and Wendy was about to outrace them all when…
	“BEES!” screamed Sierra.

	A small swarm of bees came from the pasture and headed straight for the group.  The group panicked and fled into the woods in all directions.
	“NO!” shouted Kristy, “Stay together!” 
	But her words fell to deaf-panicked ears.  Lugging Karen they hauled ass into the woods trying to corral the fleeing kids.

	Cheyenne ran for dear life, leaping over a log and then bashing her young naked body headlong into a moss encrusted boulder.  It hurt and knocked her to the ground.  For a moment she lost her breath and could only lay still for several minutes afterwards.
	The rustling of bushes and heavy footsteps frightened her and just as she was standing and bracing for Reckless to come tearing her hide off in came Kristy.
	The girls hugged but it was brief, “Come on,” said Kristy out of breath, “we gotta get the others.”

	Adam made a daring leap over a puddle—but landed crooked and went sliding in the mud to slap up against a tree that slapped him back with a low slung tree branch.  He was already scraped and cut from head to toe, the mud stung his open wounds and now his face hurt from smacking the tree.
	Spitting the spit and mud out of his mouth he also hocked out a tooth.
	As he bitched about it and spat out the blood from the hole from where a biscuspid had been, Wendy Jonston came barreling thru the green growth slinging her head and hair as if it were on fire.  The buzzing of bees alerted Adam that she was in high distress.  Grabbing her hand he pulled the girl along at a quickening pace.
	Coming to a creek they jumped in then snuggled up under the overgrown bank.  Dunking her head a few times and then bracing against the muddy bank they waited out the bees.

	She wasn’t sure what it was she stepped in, but it was gross.  Very gross.  Slowly she backed up, pausing she got the grip of fear about her as she realized she was lost.
	“Shit.” she bitched.  She squatted to pee and the many scrapes and abrasions began to sting and seriously hurt.  Standing up she thought of maybe going back to the pasture—if she knew where that was.  She didn’t hear the bees so that was good.

	Coming around a boulder she heard the bushes rustling.
	“Shit-shit-shit!” she didn’t know which way to run if there was a way to run.  Her feet hurt, her ankles hurt, then everything else hurt and was bleeding, too.  
	“Cheyenne?” she called, “Is that you?”
	“Nope, guess again, Missy!”
	Magnus the Horrid stepped out, grabbed her by the arm and planted her against the rock busting her ass until it turned as red as the blood she bled.

	Coming to the creek there was no chance at stopping and she barreled over the creek—trying not to stumble she attempted to LEAP over the creek.  But doing so over the middle of a creek was very bad.  Cheyenne tried, though, and went cartwheeling onto the opposite bank.  Losing her footing she clumsily fell into the creek.
	The cold hard river rocks were unforgiving and added to the young girl’s pains.  She wailed some, sobbed some, and sat broken in the middle of the creek and cried.
	“You’ll overflow the creek you keep that up!” 
	Cheyenne looked up to see a smiling face, and a friendly one.
	Arnold reached out and offered her his hand.  Timidly the girl took it and was pulled out.  She stood on the bank shivering and blubbering.  Arnold stood beside her and didn’t know quite what to do.  When they heard bushes rustling across the creek they knew what to do—they bolted and ran (but held hands as they did so.)

	Rusty found a fence; it was old, rickety, and had barbed wire.  For a moment he stood there, peeing and bleeding.  Where the hell exactly he was he had no idea—and he hoped like hell he wouldn’t just stumble back onto the horrid man’s digs.  That would suck!
	There was nothing beyond the fence; there was a meadow that was more or less a bog.  Rusty had no intention of traipsing within and getting mired in the muck.  He decided to follow the fence, it would be like following a creek.  Moving slowly he listened every so often for telltale signs of trouble; sounds and such.
	The fluttering of a great many birds was a strong indication that something in the woods was amiss.  Rusty held fast at the fence and then dropped down when he saw Magnus emerge from the woods—with him was Sierra!  She was bound hand and foot AND mouth and being dragged practically.  

	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Rusty seethed.
	Magnus came out of the woods, looked around, then returned into the woods and quickly disappeared.
	“Now whatt’ll I do!?”

	There wasn’t much daylight left, Arnold and Cheyenne moved thru the woods as stealthfully as possible, pausing often and totally lost.  Their stomachs were empty, the woods had been most unkind to their nude bodies; gnats and flies adorned them, too.
	Squatting for a think,
	“Do I smell fire?”
	Arnold sniffed the air, “Yeah, I do too.”
	Holding hands the two wandered about going in one direction a few yards, then backing up and going into another direction until finally seeing a flickering light.  With glee the kids leaped and bounded towards the light.
	There was a clearing that was just suddenly “there”.  Arnold and Cheyenne stepped out to be welcomed by Magnus the Horrid.
	“Oh shit!” breathed Cheyenne.
	“Welcome!” chortled Magnus, “Come, sit your ass down by the fire!”

	Wendy fretted, a lot.  The bees had come, there was some sort of sound in the woods and she had gotten herself separated from Adam.  It hurt to walk, her feet were all torn up, along with the rest of her body.  Darkness was setting, she was hungry, naked, and alone.
	Well, not totally alone…
	After climbing up a small hill she saw crisscrossed logs over a great boulder.  She figured on camping out there, holing up under the logs and try getting home in the morning.
	As she made the logs she smelled something that was reeking, she didn’t know what it was exactly—but it was gross.  Shivering she decided that camping beneath the logs wouldn’t be good for her health.  It was thought that maybe around the other side of the boulders the logs lay across would be less stinky.  Carefully stepping over what could be poisonous mushrooms she paused as she thought she heard something.
	Her pause became a dead stop, not even her heart beat lest it be heard.
	Sweat and pesky gnats and mosquitoes annoyed her and motivated her to move.  Continuing her trek around the great boulder she came face to face with Reckless.
	“Hi.” she said meekly, “Nice doggie.”	
	“Well, Missy,” gurgled Magnus, “have a nice nature trip didja?”
	Then, quick as a wink he grabbed her up by the shoulder and pasted her against the boulder whereupon he lashed her with the rope he would also use to bind her.
	Once she was beaten raw her hands and feet were bound and she was hogtied—then carried back to the horrid man’s campsite where the others equally hogtied lay in wait.
	“Well, well, now, ‘ere we all are, all nice and comfy like.” Standing he came up to the wallowing terrified Kristy and urinated on her.  Stooping down to the teenager he snickered, “When we’s gets back to the cabin, we’ll pick up where’s we left off!” 

*

	It was a long night.  No food, no covers, and no sex.  The kids huddled about the fire for warmth and endured laying nakedly exposed, hogtied with their mouths gagged, too.  Mr. Wonderful slept off and on, awoke now and then to come and urinate on someone.  Reckless stayed with them but he, too, often awoke to go chasing something in the woods.
	Kristy awoke in the mid morning to see Karen curled up in the lap of Magnus—they were both asleep.  Reckless was barking/howling deep in the woods somewhere.  Her stomach growled/grumbled, her body hurt all over and was scratchy with insect bites and numerous scratches from her perilous flight.
	She sighed, once back at the cabin she was sure she and the others would endure horrible sex acts, including with the dog and no telling what else.  (not too mention getting the “hide” ripped off of them.)  Kristy shuddered at the thought of being spanked—how much she could tolerate she didn’t know (it had been YEARS since last she had been spanked!)  
	Cheyenne, Adam, Arnold, Sierra, Wendy, Rusty—could they tolerate the beating they were doomed for?  Would the horrid man mistreat Karen, too?  
	She sighed again and fell asleep.

	As the woods began to lighten up the kids were roused from their exhausted sleep, their feet were untied but their hands remained secured behind them.  The ropes that had secured their ankles went to securing them to one another forming a single line.
	It was three hours of tedious walking back to the cabin.  Magnus the Horrid carried Karen.

	At the cabin the kids were halted at the outdoor shower.  Their bindings were undone and once the outdoor waterheater had been heated up the boys and girls got under the large water spout and be bathed.  There was only one towel for drying and so it did little after the first couple of bodies.  They were ushered into the cabin for their breakfast of oatmeal and toast.
	Two bottles of hydrogen peroxide were used for the gang’s wounds.  The man spoke little and was actually congenial.  There was little in the way of first aid—sprays and ointments, and hydrogen peroxide, a few band-aids, gauze pads and such, but not a lot to cover every wound on everybody.  The most serious wounds were taken care of—the rest Mother Nature would have to deal with.
	After all that, the kids went to the bed, unbounded.  It WAS a big bed, Kristy and the others all piled onto it.  Reckless came to lay curled on the floor beside the bed.  Magnus the Horrid went out of the cabin and was gone for sometime, but he hadn’t left via his truck.
	“I hear something.” spoke softly Wendy.
	Straining to listen the kids all listened and were directed to the closet.
	No one knew and when the curiosity got to one of them, Arnold, Reckless raised his head and growled.  Arnold’s curiosity was alleviated and he settled back down with the others.
	With the cabin’s door wide open as it usually was during the day (and sometimes night) the kids later on heard the shower going.  The horrid man re-entered the cabin minutes later, naked.
	“Anyone gotta pee?” he asked.
	They all did.  Even Reckless who trotted outside and pissed on the tire of the truck.  He then curled up on the small porch while the kids came out one by one.  Cheyenne was first and she had to do more than pee.  She was taken to the outhouse where she did what she needed to do.  When done, the horrid man wiped her, then took her to the woodpile…
	“If’in you move yer hands it’ll only be worse fer ye.” Magnus said coolly.  Cheyenne already began to cry and clench at the anticipation of having her hide ripped off.  Her ass was smoothed by his hands and then the belting commenced.
	Five incredible swats from the belt centered mainly to her delicate ass.  The man caressed the jiggling tenderized ass after the fifth swat then pulled the girl to a smaller woodpile and had her lay across a small log yet to be split.  The log was held up in a pair of cross members and still had its bark.  Cheyenne still reeling from having her ass stricken sobbed uncontrollably but saw the man stirring the wood in the waterheater (boiler).  Occasionally the man pulled out what looked like a branding iron…

	“Krissy, I gotta go!”
	When a little kid “gotta go” she gotta go!  But peeing in the bed or on the floor was out—there was no telling what the horrid man would do to her if that happened.
	“Hey, there’s a bucket in the closet.” spiked Arnold.
	Carefully Kristy slid off of the bed with Karen and made for the closet, the kids on the bed focused their attention to the door.  The closet door had taken a beating and the wooden latch was useless.  Inside the closet the mop bucket was there, partially filled with dirt.  The “tunnel” though, was blocked some feet up.  By what Kristy couldn’t tell, but it sealed and that was that.
	Karen poised herself over the bucket and let go a long stream of pee.
	From outside came a bloodcurdling scream.  
	Kristy’s toes clenched thru the dirt in the closet clear to the floor inches below.  Just one scream.  Kristy’s asshole clenched and she hurriedly grabbed her little sis and returned to the bed.
	“He musta killed her!” wailed Arnold.
	There were no other sounds.
	The kids on the bed clung to themselves and each other.
	“We’re DOOMED!” breathed Wendy.

	The stench of burnt flesh hung lifeless in the air, even after the application of a soothing burnt flesh ointment was applied.  The sting of the burnt flesh remained for quite sometime, though; thankfully, Cheyenne had reached the threshold of what she could take as in damage to her body and mind and at the apex of being branded on her delicate ass she passed out.
	Magnus the Horrid picked the child up and brought her lifeless body into the cabin and deposited her onto the fur rug at the fire.  The kids on the bed were certain that she was dead due to her “lifelessness.”
	Kristy’s mouth hung open as she saw the “mark” on the girl’s ass.
	“Oh my God!” she breathed.  She wasn’t sure what it was ‘cause it just couldn’t be possible.  It didn’t register.  The kids all held themselves and stared—waiting.  Magnus the Horrid went to the kitchen and washed his face and hands.  The lifeless body of Cheyenne Hester remained just that, lifeless.
	“Son-of-a-bitch killed her!” whispered hoarsely Adam.  He was angry and once more wanted to pounce on the bastard kidnapper; but that hadn’t worked so well last time so it was wiser to wait for a better opportunity.
	Then, Cheyenne moved.

	By the ear was Rusty pulled off the bed and dragged by the ear outside.  The kids held themselves again as they heard the telltale sounds of spanking and screaming.  Then there was a long pause before the bloodcurdling scream.
	Sierra and Adam looked to Kristy, ‘what the fuck is going on?’ they conveyed.  Kristy had no idea, she saw little Cheyenne moving some and slowly she tempted fate by leaving the bed and going up to the tortured child to see what the “mark” was.
	“That bastard!” she said, “That fucking fucked up bastard!” 
	It was unbelievable, unconscionable to conceive that anyone could be so heartless, so cruel as to BRAND a little girl’s bare ass!  Kristy knew that the man then was capable of anything, including killing them.  And though their first escape had been fraught with peril and ended with their recapture, Kristy felt that a second attempt had to be made.  But not all together, not all at once—escape all at once sure but they couldn’t go as a group thereafter.  They had to split up in all directions if they were to make it.

*

Introducing Magnus the Horrid
	Adam looked awful as he came stumbling back into the cabin.  The horrid man guided him by the elbow and somewhat shoved him to where Cheyenne lay.  The boy sat onto his knees sniveling and rubbing his blistered & branded ass.
	When the horrid man approached the bed—Kristy shook her head defiantly.  “NO!” she shouted loudly.  She tried to put her body in such a way as to protect whoever the horrid man was going after.
	The nude man merely smiled and brought into play his low-key EMAD.  Kristy saw what looked like a heat wave shimmering before her—then the interior of the cabin seemed to fade into a grayish cloud.  
	Magnus caressed the girl’s cheek, he snickered then plucked up Sierra from the bed.  Arnold followed, then Wendy, then Rusty.  Each child received “punishment” for their escape action including the special treatment of marking them for personal property identification.  Sierra, too, like Cheyenne, lost consciousness.  
	On the bed remained Kristy and Karen.
	Each time Magnus took a child from the bed he used the EMAD; its effect on those remaining lasted just about as long as the punishment did.  Just as the effects of the EMAD began to ware off then was Kristy zapped again.  It began to make her sick and fraught with a major headache.

	“Get your fucking hands off of her!” yelled Kristy hysterically as the naked horrid man pulled Karen from the bed.
	“You broke yer promise to me, bitch,” sneered Magnus, “’member, tuther day I tolt you I wouldn’t do anythin’ to ‘er if’in yous did as I wanted?”
	Kristy gulped.
	“I’s also tolt you to mind me and do as I tells ya and nuttin’ bad will ‘appen to yer young’un.”
	Kristy shuddered.
	“Yous broke you end of the deal!” he smiled and frightened the teenager with his wicked leering smile.
	“So nows I’m free to do wid ‘er as I feels like!”
	“Please, oh please leave her alone!  I-I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll do anything—anything you want, just don’t hurt her.  Don’t do anything to her and I’ll do whatever.”
	Magnus stroked his hard cock, leered at the little frightened girl,
	“Anything?”
	Kristy reluctantly nodded her head.
	Magnus snorted and caressed Karen’s cheek and pushed her back onto the bed.  “Come on, then,” he said, “yer turn.”

	Kristy nearly tore the water pipe railing from its brackets as the belting had stopped and the branding began.  She couldn’t believe it was happening; the searing pain was more than words could express.  She was now regarded as mere cattle.
	The brand was a mere three inches in diameter with a strange design unknown to her.  As she reeled in the pain Mr. Wonderful grabbed her by the elbow jerking her to him, “Now you lissen to me ‘ere, Missy, you pisseth me offa again and I’ll be brandin’ yer cunt!”
	Kristy had doubt that the son-of-a-bitch would do just that.
	“I don’t tolt them others, any escapin’, any pissin’ me off, any doin’ sumptin I don’t wanna ‘em doin’, not doin’ what I want ‘em to do and I’ll brand their parts!”
	Kristy about lost it.  The man was insane.
	“An’ the first time you pisseth me off and do or don’t sumptin, yer little ‘un gonna get the same treat!”
	Kristy had no doubt of that, either.  

	The horror continued, the sexual horror.
	Some time after the gang had been branded and somewhat recovered, the boys stood with their tenderized butts to the fireplace and the girls before them.  Cheyenne started with Adam—sucking his cock AND balls.  She had five minutes to bring him off.  If he didn’t cum (off) no big deal, he soon would.
	After five minutes slurping on Adam she moved to the next boy, Arnold.  After Arnold, Rusty.  After Rusty, Magnus.  After Magnus, Reckless.
	Rusty managed to squirt his liquid love into Cheyenne’s mouth.  She was basically broken and had virtually no resistance about her.  Sucking on Rusty she was at the five minute break when the boy started to get off.  She pulled out as she was told “TIME” from Magnus and his pocket watch dictating the allotted time had been accounted for.  Rusty squirted his love cream all over her face.
	“Come ‘ere!” he said to Karen who had been left to curl up on the bed.  Timidly the child obeyed—much to the dismay of her big sister.
	“You said you’d leave her alone!”
	“Aye, Missy, I’d leave ‘er alone!” he smiled as he had used a double play on her.  HE wouldn’t molest her, but that didn’t mean that the OTHERS with her wouldn’t!
	Karen had the task of licking Cheyenne’s cum laden face clean.
	Kristy fumed.  ‘dirty rotten double crossing bastard!’ 
	Karen retched and gagged as she licked the sperm from Cheyenne’s face.  When done, the little girl was nodded to by Mr. Wonderful to go back to the bed.  She did so.  Cheyenne slurped on Magnus’ cock and didn’t even pause when she had to perform a “red rocket” on Reckless (jacking him off) and then when his red dick emerged from its hairy sheath bent down and sucked it.
	Five minutes later and she went to the bed to sit with Karen.  She was quiet and still, her mind was gone.  
	‘lay down.’ said a Voice, ‘lay down and finger yourself.’
	Compliance!

	Sierra was close to throwing up as she gobbled on Magnus’ cock.  She had sucked the boys but hadn’t brought any of them “off.”  Magnus thrusted his monstrous cock into her mouth, shoving it practically into her gullet.  When the child began to sputter he backed off, pulled out, and slapped her face with his cock.  Then nodded to her to “go to Reckless.”

	Giving a dog a blowjob was just hideous.  But she sure as shit didn’t want to have that brand go against her cunny as the horrid man had promised.  She was sure that the fucker would do it, too.  She clenched all over then performed the oral pleasure on the delirious doggie.
	Wendy shook her head, retched, and looked like a candidate for having her young eleven year old cunny branded then a Voice invaded her.  
	‘be calm.  Suck it.  It tastes like Adam’s cock.  It tastes like chicken!’
	Kristy looked on in mild disgust as the naked pre-teen went down and worked the dog’s dick with her hand and then her mouth.  Reckless was getting off on getting sucked; he rolled his tongue, eyes, and head; he flopped his tail and licked the girl’s head until she made her five minutes and then trotted off to the bed—whereupon after settling down she laid out and fingered herself like Sierra and Cheyenne were doing.
	For Kristy, the boys were fired up and each one filled her mouth with their love.  Each boy exhausted himself shooting his cream into the teen’s mouth, they pumped as she sucked and the sudden explosion of their lust was fantastic.  As Kristy sucked she fondled the boy’s balls, rubbed his ass—being careful not to touch the still sensitive branding.
	Magnus, too, shot a massive wad of liquid love into Kristy, she retched and sputtered—shooting the man’s spunk out her nose.  Giving head to the dog was about her limit, though.
	“Yous about to pisseth me off, bitch,” sparked the horrid one, “I’ll make you stand an’ watch as yer little ‘un gets it!”
	The Voice had trouble convincing Kristy to “suck” the dog’s dick and was close to having watch the “young ‘un get it” when finally Kristy submitted (on her own) and “went down” on Reckless.

*

	It was mid afternoon; a light breeze filtered thru the cabin’s open door, a slight stench from the outhouse came along with it.  In the nearby trees birds chirped, squirrels squirreled around, and chipmunks munked.  On the great bed in the cabin, Adam Hooser, twelve, ploughed his cock into Cheyenne Hester’s eleven year old cunt.
	With his arms braced in a locked position he poised himself above her gently as he could gliding himself in and out of her.  She made a few faces but mostly remained quiet and calm.  Adam did his best not to hurt her but a few times during his fuck he was smacked on the ass with the Horrid Man’s bare hand or his belt.

	He was given five minutes to fuck and/or cum.  Whichever came first.  If he didn’t cum in five minutes then he proceeded to the next bitch and fucked HER for five minutes, or until he came.  If he came off then he got to rest for five minutes…
	He didn’t cum, though; his cock was into it but his mind wasn’t.  He had been branded, on the ass—like a stinking cow!  It was unbelievable.  Unconscionable.  Unthinkable!  The man was horrid, beyond horrid.  He had no morals and there was nothing he seemingly wouldn’t do.  Adam knew that though he had been warned against escaping again, he had to.  The world had to know about the creep, he had to be stopped.
	Putting his bone into Sierra was good.  She smiled and as opposed to Cheyenne, Sierra liked it.  Well, she gave it more and actually humped back!  Adam liked Sierra, he liked Cheyenne and Wendy, too; each girl was different—even naked as they were.  They all had titties, and their sizes were about the same.  So were their bare naked cunnies that Adam was still struggling with seeing so blatant.  Sierra had the most in fur pie covering, Wendy had the least.  Sierra’s face was long while Wendy’s was more round, Cheyenne had a face somewhere in between Long and Round.
	After cumming into Sierra, he pulled out and rested on her, suckling her breasts and recovering from the explosive orgasm.  After only a couple of minutes he was pecked on the shoulder and guided down to be on his knees on the floor, his face between Sierra’s opened legs.  His eyes focused on the girl’s cunt.  There was a smell, an odor.  It wasn’t too pleasant.  Then there was his cum.  A great quantity of his spunk matter was IN and ON the girl’s poon.  Arnold had just taken up putting his tool into Cheyenne.  The bed squeaked and everyone on the bed watched as Adam complied with the mad kidnapper’s command, “lick ‘er clean.”
	Adam had sucked cock, licked bung hole, too.  He had tasted the Man’s cum, Arnold and Rusty’s, too, during their captivity.  But slurping on his own was pretty gross.
	But not as gross as the girl’s had had to suck off on the dog, Reckless.
	After licking Sierra’s snatch box clean he came back onto the bed and positioned himself on Wendy.  Wendy gave him an “it’s ok” look; she was pretty.  He marveled at the times when she cussed, Cheyenne seemed the worst of the three (girls) though and was quite mouthy.  Adam brushed the head of his cock up against Wendy’s cunt lips; she closed her eyes and Adam felt a tingling in his nads.
	Cheyenne began to buck and make audible sounds as Arnold who pounded was stricken by the Horrid Man’s belt causing the young boy to fuck hard.  Adam gulped and slid his dick into Wendy and pumped.

*

	All three boys managed to shoot their wads into Kristy’s cunt.  All three boys after shooting their wads into Kristy’s cunt, licked her cunt clean.  While they “rested” on her, they suckled her titties and put their tongues into her mouth.  Kristy herself caressed the boy, his ass, and “loved” on him for five minutes.
	Afterwards they showered.  The boys took care of the girls—the girls did the boys.  The boys did Kristy, too—all at once.  Thereafter, it was dinner time and the gang sat quietly and nakedly at the table while dinner was prepared.  Sloppy Joes w/cheese, potato salad, and sodas.
	After dinner, it was the Horrid One’s turn…
	He started with Kristy right off.  He wasn’t too gentle with her, either.  He had Sierra guide his horrid dick into her and once he was in—he began a tumultuous hump that nearly brought Kristy off of the bed she was hammered so.  The man strove to get his nut(s) off.  Kristy strove to maintain consciousness.  
	At one point the man laid down on her, moving up her body with his cock grinding against her sensitive clit.  He locked their sweaty naked bodies together and their union was incredible.
	Looking on Adam nudged Arnold, drawing his attention to Rusty who was steadily jacking off watching.  The boys giggled and found themselves with hard-ons, too.  Carefully they toyed with their schlongs until the Horrid One got off.
	When done, Magnus stood, bracing against the bed cum still dripping from his cock.  He was spent, exhausted.  He looked to Kristy, “come here” he conveyed.  Kristy’s cunt was on fire, she fingered it some but obeyed even going so far as to say, “Yes, Daddy.”
	She crawled across the bed and gripped her “Dad’s” cock and popped the stanky member into her mouth and sucked it.  It was way gross but she did it and sucked for near two minutes.  The cock slobbered out and face fucked the teen for a minute; Kristy suckled the man’s musty sweaty cum drenched balls.  She couldn’t help but retch and gag and almost once more barfed on him, but managed to hold it just in time.  
	“Yer next, sweetie.” 
	Cheyenne made no hesitation, she didn’t speak, and made a hasty move into position.  She tossed her long straggly blond hair out of her face and masturbated the cock before placing her mouth down on it.  She engulfed and began bobbing her mouth in a quickening manner quickly managing to bring the man’s cock to full stiff mode.

	She got a generous portion of his love cream as a result.  She gulped and swallowed the fresh spunk and Magnus looked as if though he were about to collapse.  
	Cheyenne moved back to where she had been on the bed, folded herself up and that was that.  Sierra and Wendy waited for their turns.  They would have a while to wait as the horrid man stumbled outside and used the shower to revitalize himself.  Thereafter he remained outside out of sight for some time.
	“I gotta crap.” blurted Arnold.
	Each of them had some sort of bathroom need.  Little Karen was unable to hold hers and she peed some on the bed.  Kristy quickly scurried her to the closet and let her pee into the bucket.  Just as she had finished, the horrid man re-entered the cabin.
	“What’s going on?” he asked flatly.
	“She had to pee.” gulped a slightly frightened Kristy.
	The man nodded his head and the group all mustered outside at the outhouse.  The boys who had to pee instead of crap stood and whizzed merrily as they stood.  The girls who had to pee instead of crap stood with their legs open wide and peed standing up.
	Those who had to crap took a seat inside the small outside and did what they had to do.  Afterwards they were wiped by their “Daddy” then returned to the cabin.

What happened then?
	The Horrid One sat on the bed and brought the girls to him first.  Wendy was first, he just looked at her, looked her over.  She was terrified as she didn’t know what was coming and she tried hard—very hard not to look at his dick.  She had been wiped by the horrid bastard, beaten, branded, and forced into horrid sexual antics.  She had no idea what was next.
	What was next was she was caressed.  The strange man with a raging boner ran his hands up and down her sides, fingered her cunny, fondled her breasts, then cuffed her chin.  Then, taking her hand had her grip his dick and stroke it lovingly.
	Wendy didn’t know what to think, he was calm, congenial.  He was naked with a cock that wouldn’t quit, too.  In her mind she saw how horrid the bastard-fuck could be.  And she was sure that she couldn’t put it past the fucker that he wouldn’t just out and out kill her, kill them all.
	No one would know.
	No one knew where they were, they themselves didn’t know where they were.  Kristy mused that if it hadn’t of been for those fucking bees…

	Cheyenne and Sierra got the same treatment, just a caressing, fingering, and a strong looksee by the horrid man.  Kristy was last.  With Kristy, the man sighed and strongly felt of her breasts, then fingered her pussy with his finger actually going IN causing the teenager to contort and react.
	While she took her turn at stroking his monstrous schlong bits of pre-cum soiled the head.  When this happened the strange man laid down, pulling Kristy on top of him.
	“Put me in you.” he said calmly.
	“Yes, Daddy.” Kristy said gritting her teeth.  She didn’t hate her step-daddy, in the beginning she had liked him when her Mother first started dating him.  But it riled Kristy ‘cause her bio-daddy hadn’t been gone more than a year.  But her Mother tried to explain to her about Loneliness and the Pursuit of Happiness.  They had long conversations and eventually saw her Mother’s need and side of her she needed a Man in her life.
	The step-daddy was alright; he had a good job, well educated, and wasn’t offensive.  He had a pesky little girl, Karen, that just annoyed Kristy.  Kristy regretted how horribly she treated (ignored) the child.  They all went on camping trips, water rafting, to the beach, and everywhere else.  They lived well and Kristy got a generous allowance every Friday.
	And then there was the few times she saw him nude.  The first times she turned away and made herself scarce.  Then curiosity got a holt of her and she allowed herself to “check him out.”  Those times were when no one else was in the house and the man freely went about nude, skinny dipping in the pool, and changing in the laundry room.
	He was handsome.  Well built, always dressed nice, always was pleasant to her.  Kristy couldn’t remember seeing her own Daddy nude, she was sure she had but…
	She guided the Horrid One’s cock into her sex, straddled him and was filled to capacity.  There were times when she laid on her bed—Summery breezes wafting thru upstairs bedroom window.  No one home and she was nude, fingering herself.  Mostly she thought of Brock Hadden, Toby Tyler, Jeff Rhichards, and Gavin Hayward.  Those were good looking boys in a grade higher than hers.  Most of the boys in her same grade level were jerks, puds, too horny, geeks, or out and out pervs and not worthy of thinking of.
	A couple of times Kristy had found herself diddling her cunny fantasizing about her step-Daddy.  He came to her open bedroom door wrapped in a towel.  The towel fell away and there he stood raging naked with a nice tan all over.  

	She couldn’t believe it but she had an orgasm; her body had twitched all over just thinking of the man laying on her sliding his manhood into her quim.  It was the most incredible thing she ever experienced.  (that she liked.)
	The Horrid Man beneath her slid his manhood into her and she didn’t like it.  Well, there WAS undeniable sexual pleasure and strive as she might she couldn’t quell it.  Her pussy engulfed the horrid man’s cock; her nipples stiffened and a strange feeling tingled throughout her body.
	The horrid man clung to her ass, pulling the cheeks open for the kids behind to see the absolute penetration of his cock into Kristy’s dripping cunt.  the boys firstly had to lick Kristy’s rim, then the girls took their turn.  The girls, too, had to suck on their Daddy’s balls.

*

	Reckless bayed at the moon (from somewhere deep in the woods).  Someone farted, someone moaned, someone coughed in their sleep.  On the bed Magnus the Horrid was pecked awake by six year old Karen.  Bleary eyed he awoke to stare at her and get his wits, then he turned the lantern light on by the bed.
	“What?” he asked.
	“I gotta pee!” exclaimed the little girl.  She clutched her bare hand to her bare pussy and seemed in distress.  Magnus sat up, yawned, and blew a narly butt blast that rocked the bed.  Karen reared back holding her nose.  She was the only one not tied up.
	“You’ve lost yer trust wid me.” He told the kids as he tied them to the bed.  They laid out nakedly on the bedrolls, their feet tied to someone else with their hands tied to the bed.  They had also lost the use of the closet.
	As Magnus rose from the bed carrying Karen, 
	“Hey, I-I gotta go, too.” It was Adam.
	Magnus set Karen down—she made a face, and undone Adam’s bindings.  He handed the lantern to the boy and they all went outside.  At the side of the truck was as far as they went, Magnus sat the lantern down on the porch and watered one of the wild rose bushes.  Karen stood with her legs apart and let rip a nice long piss.  Adam did likewise.
	Reckless’ baying awoke the otherwise sullen still night.
	“Is he alright?” Adam asked just because.
	“Yeah, he sound like he ona a trail of some critter.”
	“What’s a critter?”
	“Wuz a matter wid ya, ya stupid?  A critter a ‘coon.  Can be a badger, rat, squirrel, porcupine, or possum.”
	“Most likey he got him a ‘coon he tracking or sound like he done tracked it and got the critter treed.”
	Magnus eased onto the porch, bringing a sleepy head Karen to him positioning her onto his lap.  The little girl hugged him and went to sleep.  Adam stood nervously at the foot of the rickety steps.  When Reckless let go a beller he turned to stare off into the direction of the beller.
	Magnus giggled, “Tee-hee, sound like the critter got away from ‘im, must went across the crick and head to the hills.”
	“Will Reckless be alright?”
	“What, why, tarnation, boy, this ‘ere’s Reckless’ territory as much as it tis them thare critters.  Why, he’ll chase that ‘coon clear into the next county!”  He giggled and rubbed Karen’s bare butt.  Adam stood sheepishly trying not to stare and found himself methodically playing with his pud (and getting hard!)
	Adam’s eyes came to rest on Karen’s butt.  The moonlight filtering thru the trees bathed the young girl and gave Adam an even more harder hard-on.
	“Come ‘ere, boy.” Magnus said calmly.
	Adam obeyed.
	Magnus took the boy’s hands, “rub ‘er ass.”
	Adam obeyed.
	“Not bad, eh?” chortled Magnus after the boy got to making small circles with his hand on the girl’s butt.  Adam was too flustered to answer but (on his own) he rubbed and rubbed and rubbed.  (his cock became harder and harder and harder!)
	then, “poke ‘er.”
	Adam stared at the man, gulping for air and not believing what he had heard.
	“Take yer finger and SHOVE IT up ‘er ass!”
	Adam was better for that, but still…
	But not wanting the man’s wrath sucked on his finger and eased it into Karen’s tight sphincter.  His finger went slowly in, it WAS a tight hole, but his finger was small and was quickly ALL the way in.  Karen was sound asleep.
	From the fingering to the tonguing.  Continuing to obey his Daddy, son Adam put his tongue to his “sister’s” cornchute and licked.  Not for five minutes, about a minute.  
	“Git yer OTHER finger in ‘er.” quipped Magnus.

	And by the way he said “OTHER finger” young Adam knew that it was his dick that was the OTHER finger.  He was hard and there was kind of a want to.  But the girl was six!
	Adam’s eyes locked to the man’s eyes, all fell suddenly quiet and Adam could see himself being strapped at the woodpile having his hide ripped off of him as well as his other butt cheek getting branded.
	He put his dick into Karen’s hole and fucked.

	Reckless came trotting back home just as Magnus’ blew a healthy wad of spew up into his son’s asshole.  Adam clenched and reeled from being so well buggered.  His asshole was sore (and filled to capacity with man cock and cum.)  His own pud had shot a wad into Karen’s hole.  After she had been laid out on the porch, the moonlight bathing her nude body as he himself climbed up onto Magnus’ lap…
	Young Adam thought he would come apart as his asshole was invaded.  Magnus held the boy’s butt open and guided his missile UP into the boy.  It took a little doing but slowly the boy was filled and the fucking began.
	As Magnus drove his bone into Adam’s chute, young Adam’s cock grinded against the man’s chiseled stomach.  As Magnus came, so did Adam.  As spunk squirted into his asshole, his spunk squirted onto his Daddy’s chest.
	Afterwards, of course, he had to lick it off.
	Luckily, though, he didn’t have to suck his Dad’s cock…

	Watching Reckless drink from a bowl, Adam was asked,
	“So who would you likes to see suck off ole Reckers tomarra?”
	“Huh?” and double huh?
	“Tomarra we go thru this and that and ole Reckers gonna git his weenie sucked, an’ I was just a-askin’ yous who you’d like see do it!”
	Adam wasn’t about to name anyone.  That would be whacked!  He licked his lips and shrugged.
	“Best name somebody, boy, or I will.” 
	Adam didn’t like the way the man said “or I will.”
He looked like he was trying to think of someone to save himself.
 	“Someone to suck and take it in the ass, too.” mused the man.
	Adam couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be fucked in the ass by a dog.
	“’an I guessin’ ole Reckers would like to get him some pussy, too.”
	Adam thought he was going to faint.  This man was fucking nuts!
*

	Cum the new morning—Sierra Banbuddy sucked Reckless’ cock while Wendy Jonston took it in the ass from Reckless.  Cheyenne guided the hound’s cock into their orifices.  She herself laid with her legs open while Reckless licked her pussy!
	Cheyenne had been so sullen of late it was wonderful to see her bust out with a smile and her pretty eyes shine.  She giggled and peed some, too.  She was still grossed out by her companions having to suck the doggie dick as well as “take it in the ass”, though.
	After breakfast, the girls lined up on the fur rug, face down—ass up.
	The boys went to the task of cornhole licking, then sodomy.  Cheyenne was first in line as was Adam.  It seemed as though young Adam was “a little willing.”  A little more so than he had been.  So were his young friends, Arnold and Rusty.  Kristy looked on the horrid scene with great disgust and high disdain for the bastard horrid man in charge.
	Kristy would have even stronger feelings as the day progressed, but first!
	Butt sex!
	Adam drained his lizard into Cheyenne’s asshole.  Afterwards he slapped it against the girl’s butt, drug it up between her cunt and then settled back to rest before schlepping himself into Sierra.  
	Arnold took his prong to Cheyenne’s clenching gooied hole.  The girl farted pooting out Adam’s cum, grossing out the young boy.
	“Git it in ‘er!” seethed his Daddy.  “Git it in ‘er or lick ‘er!”
	Arnold was highly opposed to licking Cheyenne’s turd tunnel coated in Adam’s spunk.  He closed his eyes and guided his prick to the puckering cum soaked hole.  The spunk, though, though gross, made anal penetration a wee better a bit and the boy made full entry and was quick to begin pumping.
	By the time Arnold had filled Cheyenne’s pooper with his love cream, Adam was ready for Sierra.  The girl still reeled from being buggered by Reckless.  She really-really-really didn’t care for being butt fucked by the hound, but being drag outside and beaten and branded on her cunt was not to her liking, either.
	Adam didn’t cum the second go around.  He went five minutes and was worn out.  Arnold was still recovering from his five minutes in Cheyenne but had rested five minutes and he had to muster up to butt hump Sierra.  Adam moved to Wendy and had difficulties getting his dick stiff enough to make the penetration.

	After the boys had taken their dutiful turns; Kristy took her turn at licking the girls—cleaning their assholes of the boy’s doings.  Afterwards, Mr. Wonderful humped the girls himself, spanking them and reaming their holes WIDER and driving them to madness as he was relentless and almost violent.
	Kristy once more had to tongue asshole, but only Cheyenne’s.
	Then it was lunch.

	In the late of the afternoon Cheyenne got nailed by Magnus the Horrid.  He licked out on Sierra’s cunt and had Wendy get dog style fucked.  The girl screamed as she was penetrated in the cunt by Reckless’ big doggie dick—Adam and Arnold put their dicks into her mouth while the others held Reckless on the girl as they performed the Doggie Style Position.
	With the glare from Kristy, Magnus whispered to her, 
	“Either you do it or--” and he smiled a Devil’s smile shifting his eyes to the little one on the bed.
	Kristy fumed all over.  The man was horrid—simply fucking horrid.

*

But wait!  There’s more!	
Merrier and merrier; there’s more and more
	With the evening meal completed the kids watched as their “Daddy” fussed with the closet door.  He spent half an hour fussing with it before seemingly being satisfied.  He emptied the bucket outside then set it back inside; then he ushered the gang to take residence inside.
	Every ‘cept Karen.
	Scooping the youngest child up he held her to himself and looked over the gang smiling, “Now I’s gonna take a wee trip, be back soon.  I’s espect yous all to be ‘ere whens I comes back.” pause for dramatic effect  “And I’ll jess be taken this little ‘un for insurance.”
	This didn’t sit well with Kristy of course—but she had no choice.
	The door to the closet was closed and latched from the outside.  There was no inside latch.  The kids had been warned that “No new tunnels” or they’d get worse than what they’ve already gotten.
	‘what could be worse than being branded on the ass!’ wondered the most of them.
	The old truck was fired up and dead silence befell them all.
	Someone farted, though.

*

	The dust swarmed around the truck as Magnus brought it to a slow stop.  He waited until the dust storm settled then scooped the little wonder out of the truck, pulled her pants off, then watched her as she took her stance and began to pee.
	Magnus unfurled his cock and stroked it.  His little girl smiled, cocked her head and after completing her pee stepped over her puddle and took holt of his cock, stroked it, and lovingly began to suck it.
	The Horrid One was pleased.  
	Collecting the girl’s pants he had dressed her back in at the cabin, he placed her nakedly back inside the truck.  It was a new day and he had new “additions” to break in.	
	The truck fired to life and they scurried once more home.

	“Hey, this board’s loose.”
	“Don’t start that shit again.” piped Wendy.
	“We better leave it alone.” spoke up Kristy.  She thought of her little sis in the company of that whacked bastard—she knew that she couldn’t put it past him that he would take any offense by his “kids” to rape, sodomize, and torture her.
	Arnold, though, loosened the already loosened plank board.
	“Dirt’s hard.” he said dejectedly.
	“We’re going to have to find another way.” said Sierra.
	Kristy sighed and silently agreed.  ‘find another way, or kill that fucking bastard!”

	Logan Marshall bumped his head—repeatedly.  His wrist hurt and there were “tools” of some sort gouging his backside.  A ton of crap weighted him down, too.  The gag in his mouth was beginning to cut into his lips, the sides of his mouth—and he had to pee.
	Pressed against him was his girlfriend’s ten year old sister, Cortney.  She was tussed up as much as he, her crotch practically in his face; his own in hers.  Where his girlfriend, Megan was and his brother, Jackie, was he didn’t know.  They were in a truck, an old stinky cluttered truck barreling hard down a rough dirt road.

	Try as he might he couldn’t break the bonds that bound him.  All his efforts resulted in chaffed skin.  The jostling and bumping got his face planted a few times into Cortney’s crotch.  Sex, though, was not on his mind.  It wasn’t the time or the place for it.  There were a rash of kidnappings going on in town, sex acts of all kinds were still rampant involving the citizens of the town of all ages, sexes, and types.
	Logan Marshall was one of those groupings but in his case no EMAD was used, he and his girlfriend (along with their siblings) were willing.  And in the middle of their “willing” participation in “sex acts of all kinds” they were busted by some fuck who DID have an EMAD.
	Suddenly the truck slowed and crossed over a noisy bridge.
	A cattle guard.  Logan stowed that info in his mind as it could be important later on with his interview with the police.  Other pertinent information, though, was lost due to his fright lateness in determining what type of road surface they were on or any other details about their kidnapping.
	He fretted about his girlfriend and her brother.  Where were they?  Were they alright?  Were they tied up like him and Cortney?  Where were they?
	The truck made a long wide sweeping turn, the truck backfired then the driver floored it and the truck zoomed along at an incredible pace—before slowing for another turn that was long.  The tires squealed and kicked up a lot of road rashers (rocks).  It was quite annoying and a little frightening.
	The jostling of the ride put Logan’s face right into Cortney’s crotch.  For a moment he dwelled there, there were mixed smells of oil, grease, mustiness, and jeans.  The girl’s pants were undone, too.  Logan could barely see due to the heavy paper grocery bags and boxes weighing/concealing him, but as he was continually jostled he managed to used his chin to hook Cortney’s pants that were completely unzipped and push them down some.
	No panties.
	Logan’s cock surged.
	He didn’t understand what was going on.  It wasn’t a simple “bust” by a cop or some other Moral Law Enforcer; earlier in the day he and his girlfriend, Megan, had been with their prospective sibs in an area that was just beyond a park they lived nearby.  The area was woodsy and unclaimed.  For years Logan and Megan had gone to the area to play; pirates, treasure hunters, and the like as kids like to do.  

 	The previous year they spied on teens smoking pot, drinking beer, and having sex, group sex, and single sex—a teen girl on a rock naked pleasing herself (something Logan had no idea that a girl could or would or did do) and a teen boy, too, flogging his dog.
	That was the year Logan got some.  Turned on by what they saw he and Megan got naked and explored one another and then participated in what they had learned.  And they liked it—a lot!
	Somewhere along the line they brought in their siblings.  Ten year old Cortney and near eleven year old Jackie.  Logan had caught his young sib pleasing himself; Megan had caught hers.  Jackie had come to the age whereas his johnny was a hard-on practically alla the time.  He found great pleasure in humping his bed, humping his hand, humping to be humping.  Young Cortney found equal pleasures in fingering herself, using candles and hot dog wieners, cucumbers, and anything “round” that would fit in her sex.
	So, the two horndog teens brought the two sibs together.
	It was extra curricular activities—teaching the kids more than what their teachers taught them about sex in school.  Logan was watching with high intensity lust as the naked Cortney lay on top of the equally naked Jackie with his little dingus in her sex, his hands on her bare butt, they both sloppily pumping away when they were suddenly all dumbfounded by an incredible force unknown to them.
	Logan’s eyes had been on Cortney’s ass.  Was there a desire there?
	It was a probing question and he couldn’t make sense of it.  Was HE asking the question or someone else?  Did he desire to be the one under Cortney rather than Jackie?
	Answer:  yes
	In his mind he silently fantasized about humping on Cortney, he doubted, though, that his teen sized cock would fit in her.  That was so, too, for her asshole.
	What about the mouth?
	The mouth?
	Yes, the mouth.
	Hmmmm, well, yeah—he could see himself humping off into her mouth.  That would be cool!
	What about Jack, get some from Jackie?
	Jackie?  Well…
	Well?
	Sometimes.
	Sometime?
	Yeah, every once in awhile we fool around.
	Fool around?  Explain.
	We share a room, and change clothes in it often and this one time when we were naked and both had boners he got curious and I let him play with mine.
	Oh?  Do tell!
	Logan’s little brother was already into masturbation—and Logan knew it.  Logan also knew his sib humped his bed.  They found pleasure in pleasing one another—mutual masturbation.  They went to cock fighting that led to pressing their nude bodies together that soon led to butt rubbing that led to butt humping (in the hole.)
	That led eventually to cock sucking, 69ing, and showering together.
	It didn’t mean that they were gay, though; just horny.  
	They discusses Megan and Cortney.
	Jack definitely wanted to fuck Megan, Logan definitely wanted to fuck Cortney.  But that was near an impossibility; however, humping was not totally out of the question provided that they stay in their own age group.
	Eventually Logan and Megan were “caught” by their prospective sibs naked having sex.  Thankfully Megan was a sport and didn’t mind.  She let Jackie see her and eventually it was SHE who posed the situation in which got them “busted” by whoever the fuck was with the EMAD.

	The truck slowed down and Logan could tell they were going up hill and the speed of the truck had dropped significantly.  Logan found himself humping Cortney’s face.  It couldn’t be helped, it was a natural instinct.  He wondered casually why the girl wasn’t wearing her panties—earlier he had watched with outrageous delight as she slipped her pants and then her panties off.
	There were blank spots in Logan’s mind, from being “busted” to being in the truck barreling somewhere down a dirt road.  What happened in between he didn’t know.  He nuzzled his face against Cortney’s poon, the gag in his mouth prevented him from licking her.
	His heart beat hard—what was he thinking!?  This was no place to be naughty!  Or was it? What exactly was going on?  Shaking his head he fussed and rolled somewhat on his back, which was not good cause the heavy packages that had been on his side was now on his stomach and chest.  He saw, though, a little girl’s face peering down on him from the backseat.  She smiled and waved her little fingers at him.  Now who the hell was she?

*
	“You’d better just sit down and stop fucking with that; you’re only going to get your balls branded and then ripped off!”
	“Or fucked in the ass by the dog!” quipped adding Cheyenne.
	Reluctantly Rusty sat down, he had found another loose board, Arnold had found a loose log, Adam kept looking up to the ceiling.  The boys sluffed to the floor together; the girls occupied the other side of the darkened closet.
	“I gotta pee.” Announced Sierra.
	Arnold grabbed the bucket and pushed it to the center of the small room.  Sierra sighed, it was still embarrassing to “go”; but the boys had peed on her, she had squatted over them and pissed right onto their faces, their chest, and balls.  They had licked her pussy and asshole; she had sucked their cocks and balls; licked their cum laden assholes—but going to the bathroom was still embarrassing.
	But she had to go.
	So straddling the yellow plastic mop bucket she farted and then let gravity pull her urine out.  It felt good and she let the stream go and go and go and go.
	As she went the three boys in her presence couldn’t help but get wood and methodically so they fondled themselves.  A “voice” intervened…
	‘open your legs, let ‘em see ya.’
	Adam, Arnold, Rusty squared their shoulders against the log wall behind them, hands slowly working their hard puds.
	‘go suck.’
	Cheyenne resisted and held back shaking off the invading voice.
	Sierra and Wendy, though, went to Arnold and Rusty, ass up and head down (bobbing.)  Cheyenne finally moved across the floor and performed orally on Adam.
	‘go lick.’
Kristy held back, ‘what?’  she flung her head, closed her eyes and refused to submit.
 	‘go lick!’
	Kristy flared her nostrils and stared at Cheyenne’s dancing ass.  The girl put a hand back to her butt and pulled a cheek fully exposing her hole.
	‘lick it.’
	‘I don’t want to.’
	‘I don’t care, I want you to!’

	Adam pumped into Cheyenne’s sucking mouth, it felt good and there was no denying that.  He ran his fingers thru her hair that was in need of a good brushing and shampooing.  The girl was good at sucking, though; she fully engulfed his cock, squeezed it with her free hand as well as fondled his balls.  She worked her head up and down in quickening succession until finally bringing him off.
	Not a drop was spilled.
	Meanwhile, Kristy had her face buried into Cheyenne’s ass, licking butthole and fingering the girl’s pussy.

*

	“We’s gots to let ole Betsy simmer down some, you behave yerself yous canna come out and stand a spell.”
	Logan stared at the man who appeared above him.  He was whacked.  He needed a shave, haircut, and some schooling.  What fucked up broken English was HE speaking?  
	No matter, Logan was grabbed by the bound ankles and pulled out of the truck.  Logan saw it to be an old truck, too; make and model he wasn’t sure of—basically it was a mix of several truck parts to make one.  It was a crew cab (not extended cab).  Sitting on the driver’s side front seat with the door open was the little girl who had been peering at him over the seat.  She was nude.  
	She was six!
	That really wasn’t too unexpected—save that Logan and his girlfriend had been kidnapped by this fuck.  The man had his dick out, too!  The little girl looked ok; grinning, sitting up munching on an apple.  
	“Like what you see, boy?” asked the man with his dick out.
	Logan was caught off guard and tried to look elsewhere.
	“It alright, son, yer among friends, ‘ere!” the whacked man (with his dick out of his pants) smiled a Devil’s smile.  He was tall, lean, needed a bath, needed clean clothes, needed whacked upside the head…
	Logan was pushed up against the spare wheel on the side of the truck,
	“I know what yous was a-doing, boy; I saw everthang!” he smiled and had horribly bad breath to mix with his horrid body stench.  
	The man then suddenly went down and began fondling Logan’s cock!
	“HEY!” Logan shouted out.

	The naughty man squeezed his balls, “Ye best be nice and let me have ‘em, son, ye donna wanna be fuckin’ wid me.”  He opened Logan’s button shirt and began caressing his chest, tweaking his nipples, then working down…
	Logan gulped.  He was thirteen.  He had heard of boys of all ages being kidnapped for sex.  He couldn’t imagine what a grown man would want with a teenage boy.  He just couldn’t imagine.
	Down came Logan’s pants; no underwear.  Logan looked around wildly—to be sucked on by his little brother was one thing—but to be bobbed on the knob by a grown filthy man was something else all together.
	But he wasn’t sucked on by the filthy man.
	The man stepped back and sidestepped to pick up the naked little six year old.  Bringing the be before Logan, the man held her positioned on the man’s chest, her legs opened for Logan to ogle.  And ogle Logan did.
	Logan’s cock sprung to full mast.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Logan breathed.
	“You like, eh?” the dirt man snickered.
	Logan shook his head, he didn’t want to admit it.
	“You wanna give ‘er a lick?”
	Logan knew what that implied.  He began to sweat, bat his eyes and not understand at all what was going on.
	“Hows about she lick you, huh?  She a good licker, she suck ‘em dry and then some!”
	Was this man insane?  Logan couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
	The maniac man lowered the nude little girl and she lightly patted on the ass and whispered something.  She wrapped her fingers about Logan’s stiffy, squeezed it, tugged on the skin, then put her sweet childish lips to the pulsing head and sucked it.
	“Ans I gots others at the house, too.  Older girls, and some boys.” 
	Logan couldn’t believe it.  What the fuck was this all about?
	After shooting a load into the little girl’s mouth he couldn’t hold back, the little girl (swallowed the spunk) and was returned to the truck seat.  Logan was allowed to get into the front bench seat and the naughty man fired the truck up and they sailed off again.  All up hill.

	Adam shuddered from head to toe and made odd audible noises as he did so.  His hands tightly embraced Cheyenne’s ass; his eyes rolled back and the most incredible orgasm ever thrived all over and gave him a reason to live.

	Cheyenne’s response was a little different.  She was experiencing an equally turbulent orgasm—she was just a little more subtle about it.  Being positioned ON her lover gave her a more thrill as his pud grinded against her sex nub that fueled her fires.  Like Adam, she shuddered and it felt like she was peeing (but she wasn’t.)
	Arnold didn’t cum, but close counts.  He enjoyed greatly screwing Sierra; his toes curls and the sensation centralized at his cock was sensational!  He pumped and pumped, noshed on Sierra’s itty-bitty titties and tried to step over the line that would give orgasmic relief.
	But it wasn’t to be.
	It wasn’t to be with Arnold but Sierra came.
	After the boys (and girls) got their jollies, the girls eased off to sit back and frig themselves while Kristy went to work sucking on the boys.  As she slurped schlong, she fingered her cunny and it felt like as if though she was being hammered from behind!
	It was a strange-strange feeling she couldn’t shake and a time or two while she was pounded she turned to look.  A couple of times she thought she saw someone there!  She couldn’t be sure (and she couldn’t take her mouth of the cock she was sucking, either.)  Nor could she stop friggin her sex.  But both in her pussy and asshole there was a cock just a pound-pound pounding away.
	Adam had no cum to spare for Kristy but enjoyed being sucked on just the same.  Kristy slurped on his little hard prong as well as his barely hairy balls—then moved on to Arnold and then Rusty.
	After servicing Rusty she laid down and the third boy in line came to put his slippery dick into her cunt.  Thing was, though, she thought (again) she saw a naked man—not the Horrid One coming down straddling her face, then placing his balls into her mouth and his cock into Rusty’s mouth!
	Rusty could not confirm this when quizzed later by Kristy.  Kristy couldn’t shake the image, she seriously believed she saw another man not as disgusting looking as the Horrid One.  But when she took a hard look around—no one but she and the kids were present.
	After Rusty, and he creamed in her cunt, Arnold took his turn—after firstly licking her pussy.  It further confounded Kristy—she heard a “voice.”  It was a MAN’S voice and she heard it—a bare whisper but in the confining quarters of the utility closet she heard it.
	But none of the kids did.
	And another thing, though she heard the “voice” she couldn’t rightly make out what it was saying.  But, afterwards, she saw the kids performing sex acts as well as she herself just “doing it” without question.

	Something was up.  But what?  She and the kids all seemed to be “willingly” submitting to sexual gratification without hesitation.  It was weird, bizarre, and a little freaky.

*

	“Gall-dern truck!” bitched the man beside Logan.  Logan saw on the grimy dash the water temperature gauge; the arrow was at the H, way above the NORMAL range.  Somewhat angrily the man pulled the truck off of the already narrow dirt road and parked.  Steam rose up from the engine and the man cussed.
	While the man was busy cooling down the overheated radiator, Logan sat in the front seat with the naked six year old on his naked lap; the man had kept Logan’s pants down from the last stop.
	“What’s your name?” Logan asked.
	“Karen.” She smiled back and straddled his naked lap, squashing his cock and toying with his hair.
	Logan was in dire straights—he tried and tried to keep his cock from getting hard AND from humping.  He failed at both.  It felt good to “rub” against the girl’s pussy, he wanted to put his hands on her ass and there WAS the thought of fucking her.  But she was SIX!  He’d do better to stuff Cortney than Karen!
	Cortney!
	Cortney and Megan!  Where were they?  He shot a look into the back seat area and just saw bags and boxes of groceries.  Then he saw a foot sticking out from under the backseat.  He watched for a long time and then saw it move.  That was good.
	Just as Logan got into the “groove” of getting off against the naked little girl on his naked lap—the man appeared at the open driver’s side door.
	“Well, well,” he snickered, “look like we gots us a winner!”  He cocked his head in a jerk and watched.
	Logan was embarrassed and tried to stop but the flow was cumming and he quickly remembered that he had already been busted butt naked with his girlfriend and the kids.
	The kids, Jackie and Cortney.  He and Megan had been teaching them how to fuck.  Cortney had been on top of Jackie and they were fucking when they were busted.
	Logan squirted.

	His cum shot out of his dick and splashed up against Karen’s chest and his own.  Little Karen went right to work licking the cum off of Logan’s bare chest.  She backed up and moved to the floorboard, wrapped her fingers about his squirting juice rocket, then put her lips about it and sucked it clean!
	“She pretty good, eh, boy!?” chortled the strange man.  “An’a I gots others back at ta-house that are just as good, even one ‘bout yer age.”
	The man was a kidnapper.  No telling what else he was, it looked like the little girl was ok, no bruises or missing parts and it looked like her cunny was smooth (meaning she was still virginal.)  But “other girls back at the house” bothered Logan.  How many girls?  
	Logan thought he himself would go insane as the naked little girl sucked his dick.  He liked it—a lot!  It was a little girl of six he knew, but she had a talented mouth and it was a blowjob.  He liked—a lot!

	The didn’t go five miles before the truck was heating up again.
	“You must have a leak.” Surmised Logan.
	The man gave the boy a hard look, “I’s knows that boy.” he seethed, then; “Yous knows sumptin’ about engines?”
	“Y-yes, yes, sir, I-I sort of do.”
	When the truck was stopped Logan’s bindings were undone and after rubbing them a bit he took a look at the engine to surmise that the thermostat was stuck.  And a couple of leaks in the radiator didn’t help, either.
	“Got some eggs?” Logan asked.
	The man, who had put his dick back in his pants, made a musing “Huh?”
	There were groceries in the truck, and eggs was a part of them.  Logan took four eggs, cracked them, then separated the whites and poured the whites into the radiator.
	“Pepper?”
	There were several leaks and pepper also was a help to aid in radiator aid.
	“But the thermostat is a problem we cant fix; need a new one of those.”
	And the water pump, too, was fucked.
	But with the radiator cap off and driving SLOW the old truck fired to life and was drivable.  Logan sat with the naked Karen on his lap and took in the scenery around him.  There were no notable landmarks to be had, he had no idea where he was or what he was getting into.  Karen farted.

	Although the leaks to the radiator had indeed stopped leaking, the stuck thermostat and waterpump problem caused the truck’s tired engine to continually overheat—causing the driver to pull over again.
	As the engine cooled, the other two passengers hidden in the truck were pulled out.  Logan was beside him, his horny girlfriend, Megan and her sister, Cortney—they were mired in grime from their positioning under the backseat and behind it.  
	The girls were frightened, gagged, bound, frightened.
	Logan’s brother, Jackie, was pulled free, also.
	The man held Karen and walked around to the front of the truck leaving Logan with the others.  
	Logan didn’t know what to do, Megan stared at him—she had pissed her pants.  Cortney looked a fright and Logan—was naked.  It wasn’t a big deal to be naked with Megan and Cortney, but the situation was a little different.
	Megan stared at Logan conveying to him “UNTIE ME YOU DOLT!”
	Logan, though, sidestepped to go to the front of the truck…
	“Engine still hot, wes gonna be ‘ere awhile looky like.” mused the man.  “’ere, take holt of ‘er.” And he handed off the little one while he whipped out his dick and pissed on a bush.  Thereafter he made his way around the truck to come to the frightened and highly confused Megan whereupon he noted her pissy pants.  He then to her dismay undone her pants and pulled them down.
	No panties.
	The horrid man pressed himself against the stricken girl and began fingering her pussy!  Megan was frightened and more confused than ever; ‘specially when Logan came around to watch carrying the naked six year old!
	Megan’s shirt was torn open—no bra, either.  The man fondled her breasts and looked her over hungrily.  Nakedly the man became before them, his body was in need of a serious bathing—and sprucing up.  He sported a major hard-on and up against Megan he pressed it.
	The girl freaked and found herself in a dangerous situation—confounded by the fact that her boyfriend was just standing nakedly idly by—watching!
	As Megan fussed—she pissed the man off and he yanked her to lay out on the front seat whereupon she got her butt spanked HARD by the man’s bare hand.
	“HEY!” yelled Logan finally.
	The man jerked up and glared at the boy, “You wanna take ‘er place!?”
	Well, no, not really.
	“’round ‘ere yous minds me and do as I tells ya an’ as I wants.  Pisseth me off at any time an’ I’s liable to go off on yer sorry ass as I see fit!”
	Then he smacked Megan’s ass, “You ‘ere that, Missy?”
	Megan nodded, sobbed loudly and was beyond confused.
	The man left Megan to sob uncontrollably in the seat and went to squat before the other girl, ten year old Cortney Anne.  Down came her pants—no panties.  She hadn’t peed herself.  The man dragged a finger up and down her little slit—the little girl stared into the man’s eyes, boring right thru him.
	After fingering her snatch he cupped and squeezed her ass.
	Logan watched and though the situation was horrid—he had wood.
	Looking at his girlfriend (specifically her reddened ass) he got hard wood.  The man stood up before Cortney and stroked himself—then fed her his cock and didn’t care that she gagged, choked, or retched.  Two minutes later and it was over, though—the man had filled the ten year old’s mouth with his jiz then face fucked her until he was spent.

	With her legs pinned back, Megan Rhains stared up to the trees above her—her young teen mind flipping out in mass confusion.  Her hands were still bound as were her ankles.  Her jeans were bunched up at her ankles and they were held back by boyfriend Logan who fucked her.
	They were “coupled” on the back of the truck, the tailgate laid all the way down and Megan found herself mired in grime of the truck’s bed and though she usually enjoyed being hammered by her horny boyfriend, the situation was a little much and she didn’t enjoy it as much as usual.
	Logan did, though.  He pumped nice and hard, biting the crotch of the girl’s pants and driving his dick DEEP into her cunny to get his buts off.  While he fucked he got swatted on the ass by the very bizarre man.  Jackie and Cortney flanked Logan as he put it to Megan, little Jack had wood, too.
	And after Logan “got off” he got off of Megan and Jack took over.  The boy was unbound and stripped naked then while Logan held Meg’s bound legs back the young boy mounted her and pumped vigorously for several minutes.
	A time or two his ten year old dick slipped out but he quickly popped it back in and fucked madly for several minutes before finally unleashing a one squirt-squirt of young boy love.	

Danger for the ranger
Some things you just shouldn’t go sticking your nose into	
 	Logan wanted to say something, it needed to be said.  But he went along with it—stripping down Cortney and placing her on her sister, Megan, with her legs spread WIDE, facing down.  Logan and Jackie had wood.   The man caressed the little girl’s ass, parted her cheeks and began fingering her hole.
	This made Logan uncomfortable.  Sure he had been ok with having his little brother fuck the girl—and he himself had deep seeded desires to do her; but no one else was allowed.
	The man stepped back stroked himself, then stared out into the woods.
	Logan stared, too.  He saw nothing—but noted how quiet it had suddenly gotten.  The man rolled his tongue inside his mouth and stopped stroking himself.  Megan and Cortney disturbed the peace with their sobbings.
	Slowly the man moved to the cab of the truck, with a tap of fingers to the bed rail of the truck he got Logan’s attention.  Logan stepped around and up to the man’s side.
	“What’s up?” he asked.
	“We aint alone.” And slowly from a secret compartment behind the backseat-seat he pulled a long rifle out.  He handed the rifle to the boy then slowly put himself back into his clothes.
	“Stay ‘ere, boy, keeps an eye on the young’uns.”
	“Yes sir.”
	The man took his rifle back and stepped off into the woods.
	He could be heard for a few steps, then he went silent and disappeared into the foliage.

	“What’s going on?” asked a still sobbing Megan.
	“I-I don’t know.” Logan felt indifferent and embarrassed, standing naked with his tied up girlfriend and the “young’uns.”
	“Untie me, can you untie me.  Let’s get out of here.”
	“I-I cant,--”
	“What!?”
	“That man is whacked,” Logan said, “he come back and find us, find that I’ve cut you loose--”
	“That man is whacked alright, and so are you if you don’t help us get out of here!”
	“It’s not that easy, Meg, he’s got a gun, if we try escaping he’ll fucking blast us for sure!”

	For a moment that held Megan.  She looked around her surroundings, she was a little upset, broken, and horrified at the horrid situation.
	“This is fucking insane.” she quipped, “Cant we use this piece of shit truck to get out of here?”
	“Not really, it’s fucked.”
	Megan shook her head and wrestled with her bindings getting more and more pissed that her boyfriend wouldn’t help her.
	Suddenly the man appeared, “I need you.”
	Logan scampered to quickly “help”.

	He discovered in part why the man put his clothes and boots back on, traipsing nakedly thru the woods wasn’t cool.  They went some several hundred yards and down a small hill to where there was a horsey and a woman laying out on the forest floor.
	“Nosey bitch.”
	Logan saw the woman was a forest ranger by her clothing attire, how the man had managed to knock her out he didn’t know, but she was laying out on the thick grassy ground knocked out cold.  The horse was tied up to a bush and not a problem.
	Gently placing the rifle against a tree the man went over the woman, removing her nylon jacket then the forest ranger uniform jacket and shirt.  Logan stood by scratching himself where the forest’s numerous bushes had got him.  His feet, too, had stepped on many a sharp rock and sticks.
	The ranger’s utility belt was of some interest, it had a .45 in a holster, pepper spray, a two-way radio, handcuffs, and other assorted items most associated with a utility belt for forest rangers.
	Off came her boots.
	Off came her pants.
	Off came her ranger shirt and bra.
	The man straddled her waist and began groping her breasts.  The woman began to come around—she was in her early 30s, had long kinky dark brown hair, Italian features, high cheek bones, a long narrow face, and 36C titties!
	The ranger began to come around; too late, the handcuffs from her utility belt were used to bind her hands behind her back.  Thereafter as she slowly became aware of her situation, the man tied one leg open to a nearby sapling, the other leg to another nearby sapling.  She was still clad in her basic white panties.

	As the woman began to freak out and realizing her situation was dire and she was due to be raped at any moment, the man gagged her with a dirty handkerchief.  Then he stripped off his clothes.
	The ranger’s eyes widened and she thrashed madly but she was going no where.  The nude man straddled her chest once more and serious fondled her breasts, tweaking the nipples and letting it be known to the woman that she WAS going to be raped.
	Logan stood by shifting his weight and finding himself strangely turned on.  He feared for the woman, but was horny.  The situation itself drove him to a bizarre level of sexual excitement.
	The horrid naked man used a knife to slice away at the crotch of the panties to render the ranger woman naked.  Then, still using the knife, he inserted the blade into her cunny!  His eyes were poised right on the woman’s entrance as he slowly made insertion.
	The sound of a limb falling crashing to the forest floor brought the wicked man to step up his vile act; he withdrew the knife and inserted his cock.  The woman went ballistic but only caused to rip the skin off her ankles and wrists.
	Logan masturbated as he watched his kidnapper rape the ranger.  All the time he heard the man whispering, “Yeah, bitch, fight me, tighten that cunt!”  
	The woman did fight but it didn’t last long and she relaxed—broken.
	The man fucked his fill and drenched her pussy inside and out.
	The ranger woman thrashed listlessly about, her cunny “on fire.”
	The man sat back grinning, then stood up in one fluid motion.  Logan stopped jerking himself and waited.  The man scooped up the jacket and looked it over; to Logan it looked like any other typical forest ranger jacket.  But the man found more interest in the uniform jacket.  It was green, thin, and adorned with various patches.  
	“Fucking rever.” he seethed.
	“Rever?” Logan had to ask.
	“What are, ignorant, boy?  Rever, revenuer!”
	Logan still did not get it but nodded that he did and the man thru the jacket to the ground.  “Wanna get some?”
	‘does a bear shit in the woods?’
	Logan was kinda grossed out by humping a twat that had just been jumped and the hump juice was still there.  That was gross.  But he made the penetration while the man continued to rummage thru the woman’s things.

*

	“We are going to be in SOOOOO much trouble!” Wendy wailed.
	Adam’s feet dangled for a moment at the entrance and then pushed a mound of dirt out.  Sierra sighed, Kristy egged the digger on secretly with high hopes, Wendy sat in the corner shaking her head—“we’re doomed!”
	Before him wriggled the naked Arnold who had paused in his digging efforts.
	“What’s up?” Adam asked.
	“I found something.”
	“What?”
	“I don’t know.”
	“Another stick?”
	“I don’t know.  I’m pushing it to you.”
	The boys were in a lateral tunnel; this after finding a loose “log” that was a corner piece.  Moving the log they found soft earth in which was easily dug thru.  Mid way along they had come to “sticks”.  It was too dark to really tell much and the boys continued their efforts to escape.
	The boys struggled in the tight tunnel; Arnold, who was not in the tunnel, caught the item that was pushed out of the tunnel.  For a moment he had no idea—then suddenly freaked and tossed the item into the air and jumped away from it.
	The boys in the tunnel continued digging unawares.
	Kristy found the “item” and carefully examined it.  It had broken into a few pieces after it being tossed but there was enough to let it be known to Kristy what it was.
	“GET OUT!” shouted the teen.  “GET OUT OF THE TUNNEL!”
	Her emotional outburst frightened Adam and Rusty and they scurried out of the tunnel in a near panic.  Kristy held the item out to the boys where they could see it somewhat better by the filtered light from the door crack.
	It was a skull.
	The other items the boys thought were “sticks” were skeleton arm/leg bones.  
	“What’s it mean, Kristy?”
	Kristy didn’t want to speculate—the fear factor had a holt of her something fierce.  Closing her eyes she could only surmise one summation:  the crazed insane horrid kidnapper had buried his victims in the dirt mound/hill after their usefulness to him was up.

	There could be other reasons for the skull and bones, and she surely concluded that there were other bones in the dirt, too.  Maybe the man had nothing to do with it, maybe the hill was some ancient Indian burial ground he knew nothing about.
	And maybe a black woman will be a US President!
	“Put the these back in the tunnel,” Kristy said to the boys calmly, “and the dirt, too.”
	The boys paused and weren’t too keen on handling the skeleton parts, but they complied and pushed the “items” into the new tunnel then filled the tunnel with the dirt, then finally replaced the loosened log and then sat dejectedly in a corner—dirty, stanky, and filled with more awe than ever before.

*

	“Untie me!”
	Jackie struggled to comply but the ropes were tight.  His fear level was not as great as was Megan’s, but still; there was grave concern for their welfare—every little noise brought his attention from trying to undo the ropes to Megan’s wrists and ankles to staring out into the woods.
	Cortney was of no help, she had curled up UNDER the truck and lay whimpering.  Karen had curled up on the front seat of the truck and went to sleep.  Darkness was setting on them as the evening progressed—or as the evening progressed darkness was setting on them.  
	After struggling too long a time with Meg’s wrists Jackie went to her ankles and couldn’t help but snatch glances at her snatch.
	Then, “What’s happened to Logan?” the boy timidly asked.
	Megan didn’t know, she stared into the woods and feared the worst.

	Her legs were freed but her arms remained secured, and twisted as she was turned from lay on her back to being poised on her knees.  The horrid-horrid man spent time caressing her ass, parting the cheeks and ramming his fingers violently into her hole.  The woman sputtered and jerked about helplessly but was secured.
	Magnus the Horrid urinated on her ass, and its hole, before schlepping his salami to the puckering rim and reaming her—bringing her to a new level of pain and anguish.
	Meanwhile, Logan stood by jacking off (again.)
	After Magnus finished it was Logan’s turn.
	Again, sloppy seconds.  Oh well…

	Logan found himself strangely turned-on.  It was vile—his actions against the woman, he humped her butt(hole) with great vigor and found himself caressing her sides, fingering her pussy, and having unheard of desires.  He wanted to spank her, pee on her, and even see her branded!
	He made three minutes of serious butt plunging before shooting a massive load of fresh hot spunk DEEP into her crapper.  When he pulled out the strange man with him chortled, “Maybe she’d like a taste!”
	Logan took a moment to decipher his meaning and intent; which was to take his foul-soiled cock and STUFF it into the hapless woman’s mouth!  Logan didn’t think that was a good idea—kinda gross.  But nor did he think it was a good idea to disobey the man.
	The ranger woman didn’t think it was a good idea, either.  She retched, gagged, and vomited as Logan fed her his fecal coated cock.  As he fed her, the strange man spanked her ass with her own belt!
	“Goes back to the truck and bring me my stuff.”
	‘What stuff?’
	“Unner my seat you’ll fin’ some stuff in a bag.” The man went back to pawing thru the woman’s clothes and equipment.  The horse the woman had took a piss.  Logan turned and made off back to the truck.

	“Oh thank God!” blurted Megan.  (not so fast…)
	Logan emerged from the woods.
	“Where is he?” asked Megan hopefully, “Did you kill him?”
	Logan raised eyebrows, ‘huh?’  “Uh, no, he sent me to get something.”
	“Untie me!” Megan said turning her body so he could do so.
	But he didn’t do so.
	“What are you doing?” she asked as she saw her boyfriend move around her and down the truck to the truck’s cab.
	“Told you, I-I’m getting something he wants.”
	Megan blinked her eyes.  “Are you fucking crazy!  He’s a fucking maniac!  Untie me and lets get the fuck out of here.”
	“I can’t,” Logan said lowly, “I gotta do what he says.”
	Megan was in disbelief.
	Logan rummaged under the truck finding a nylon case and a long rifle bag.  Walking past Megan again he said, “I’m sorry.  He IS a fucking maniac.” There was more he wanted to say but he couldn’t.  he sighed and paused a moment then moved on into the woods.

*
Delirium 
	When Logan trudged thru the woods once more he found a new horrid scene that made him pause once more.  The woman ranger had been untied from the tree and poised beneath her horse.  Her feet were tied together and then secured to another sapling, her arms tied behind her with a bit of rope tied in an odd manner about her breasts—tightly so, too!
	The man held the woman’s hair back tightly pressing her face up to her horse’s dangling cock.  The woman was going ballistic and in no way was she going to proceed with the horrid task presented to her.
	Logan stepped up and the man let her go to wallow on the ground in her horse’s piss puddle.  The man took the nylon bag and long rifle bag, opening them he revealed two cattleprods, one was handheld—one was a long handle typical use prod.
	Logan was amused—a little alarmed, but amused.
	The man activated the long handled cattleprod sdaying, “hold ‘er legs open.” Logan squatted down and parted the flailing woman’s legs.
	“Yer gonna mind me, Missy, yer gonna do what I say!” and with that he jammed the long handled cattleprod into the woman’s sex—and turned it on.
	The ranger woman went nuts.  She flailed about greatly, screaming and undulating her nude tortured body until she shuddered uncontrollably as the horrid man withdrew the electrifying prod.
	Then he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back up to the horse’s dick, “suck it, Missy, suck it!”
	“F-fuck you!” spat the woman.  
	The man smiled and picked up the other cattleprod and pressed it against her breasts—then turned it on.
	Amazingly, as horrid as it was—Logan was turned on.  His cock was busting near out of its skin, his balls tingled and he wanted to fuck the woman as she was being shocked.
	In delirium the woman opened her mouth and accepted her horse’s cock.  The man worked the ranger’s head back and forth having her engulf the head of the horsey schlong then began working the dick until it was stiffening.
	The ranger sputtered, coughed badly and began to retch horribly.
	The man giggled and forced her to suck even more.
	The horsey got restless and made many whinnying noises.
	Logan pounded his cock and was in total disbelief.

	Dana Joledeer sputtered and finally was allowed to breath.  The horrid man let her loose and she once more wallowed in her horse’s piss puddle.  
	“Yous wanna a thrill like ne’er before?”
	Logan shrugged, “I-I guess so.”
	The man pulled the woman out from under her mount, “git in ‘er.” 
	Logan mounted the woman gliding into her sex his throbbing cock.
	As he got the motion going they were turned over.  The ranger was zapped on the ass with the long handled electrified prod; Logan thought that that was the “thrill.”  Nope
	When after Dana calmed down from being zapped, the horrid-horrid man pulled her cheeks open and INSERTED the prod into her gooied asshole.
	Dana went nuts—before, during, and after the prod was electrified sending uproariously unbelievable amounts of electricity surging thru her body.  It caused her to react violently specifically in the region of her cunt.  The “thrill” was the woman’s cunt clenched Logan’s cock and drove him ballistic during the several minutes the woman was shocked.

	Dana gobbled her horse’s dong on the promise that she wouldn’t be zapped again.  She was soooooo trusting.  She couldn’t help but retch and gag as she wrapped her lips about the horse’s cock; and once more—Logan was hard while he watched.
	The man showered the woman’s cunt with his piss then eyed the boy,
	“Give it to ‘er again, up the ass this time!”
	Logan complied.  The mustiness of the horse was pretty intense, the smell of its urine wafting in the sullen air wasn’t pleasant, either.  Laying positioned under the beast Logan plowed his cock into Dana’s shitter.  Dana herself wallowed and was no longer herself.  Her hands grabbed Logan’s belly and began to squeeze—hard!
	The horrid man took his cattleprod and JAMMED it into her cunt.
	The thrill once more was on—Dana’s asshole clenched even tighter to Logan’s invader.  It was an incredible feeling like no other.  The horrid man twisted the long handled cattleprod, increasing the electrical delivery as he did so.
	The woman shrieked and began to twitch.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she frothed at the mouth.  The man sat watching her, smiling, masturbating while Logan continued to pump until he was spent.

*

	Logan lay on his back and watched the skies begin to dark above him.  The air stank heavily of mixed odors and smells—all were unpleasant.  His stomach growled, his body stunk, and his mind was in overload.  This was a bad fucking dream.  Pure and simple.
	The horse shifted its weight, raised its tail, and crapped—adding to the already repulsive smells already lingering heavily in the listless air.
	“Holy smokes,” declared Logan, “I think its time to move.” He sat up and scooted away from under the horse.  The horrid man had collected all the things of Ranger Joledeer he wanted, bound the items in the bulky outer jacket and set it aside.
	It was then Logan stared long at the ranger.
	She didn’t seem to be moving.  The darkness was coming on too much to see if she was breathing.  Logan wrinkled his nose.  He didn’t know what to think and just let his mind trip along on the stink weed that suddenly filled his nostrils.
	The man kicked the lifeless body of the ranger.  Operative word “lifeless.”  He made some sort of grumblings, then with his knife sliced the ropes free and put them with in the jacket of stuff.
	“Take this back to the truck,” he said, “then come back.  Don’t dwadlle, either.”
	Logan collected the jacket of stuff and scurried to the truck.  It was getting dark quickly and his trek thru the woods was even more peril laden than before.  When he got to the truck, brother Jackie and Megan were gone…