August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 59
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity

Little desires of lustful intent
	More friends, more desires to fulfill.  
	Mike’s friend, Mitch, had a friend, Cary.  Unlike Mike and Mitch, Cary helped his lustful desires of the illicit kind along with the use of a handy dandy gadget commonly known as an EMAD.  And like many other assorted characters throughout this neverending epic—it didn’t work 100 percent of the time if at all.
	No matter, when a Device didn’t work there was always Force.
	Mike was more in tune with Cary than was Mitch, Mitch would be considered an “acquaintance” rather than close friend.  The two spent time together hunting, fishing, and boating.  Neither were too much aware of the other’s deep seeded desires for acquiring sexual bliss thru means other than normal acquisitions.
	Slowly, they did begin to “test” one another as far as likes and dislikes, yearns and desires and what have you.  At length, Mike came over to Cary’s humble abode to begin bringing him into the inner circle of illicit desires.  Mike was sure—doubly sure, that Cary was “one of them” and safe to include.
	Mike was aware that Cary had kids, he never had, though, mentioned a “wife.”  For good reason.  Cary lived in a ranch style home just a little ways outside of town down a long-long gravely road.  Lots of trees and bushes, open meadows, and no neighbors.
	On Mike’s visit (he’s third in as many years of knowing the guy) he caught sight of darting young peoples.  He felt a strangeness as he came up to the house—he went defensive until he met Cary.  Cary greeted with a smile, he was sweating and Mike thought he had been working out.
	In a way—he had.

	In a back bedroom a teenage girl lay NAKED across a bed, her bare ass coated in freshly spilled spunk matter.  Mike had an instant hard-on.  While hunting, fishing, boating, beer drinking, Cary very seldom shared anything about his personal life; but in bullshitting he divulged his likes for “flat chested and hairless.”  At length, Mike began to take Cary at his word.  They took long looks at girls, young girls, and discussed their personal desires.
	“You been holding out on me.” Mike said grinning.
	Cary said nothing but smiled and patted the girl’s ass.  She was thirteen with bouncy brown hair—and a shaven cunt!
	“Put your ass up.” Cary said.
	The girl, Kayleen, pooched her ass up, spread her legs a bit and cum, too, coated her hairless cunt.  Cary caressed the ass, then slapping the inner thighs he had the girl open her legs further; Cary fingered her spunk laden cunt, parted her ass and she farted cum!
 	Just then another teenage girl came up to the open door—Cary noted that the two hall bathrooms, three bedrooms, den, family room—all had no “doors.”
	“Do you want me to start dinner, Papa?”
	Cary turned to her, shook his head, “No, hon, I want you to come in and take off your clothes.”
	The thirteen year old with long gorgeous brown hair, brown eyes, kind of homely looks but pretty anyways stepped inside, undone her typical teen jeans and slid them down.  Once they were down she slid her panties down followed by stepping out of her clothes.  Then, in a fluid motion she pulled off her loose fitting green top and then unhitched her bra and stood nude.  Then Cary himself fished out his rock hard cock, “Suck me” he said to the girl and while Kayleen’s ass continued to dance and entice Mike  “sister” Maryanne sucked Cary’s cock.
	Mike felt comfortable enough to pull out his and had longing looks at the cocksucking girl.  He moaned as he stroked himself; Cary patted Kayleen’s ass, “Come off the bed,” he said, “suck him.”
	Kayleen slipped a finger to her cum coated hairless cunt and farted more cum from her asshole.  Then slowly eased off the bed, got on her knees before the stranger and “took over.”  She had a unique twist to “sucking.”  She s-l-o-w-l-y went down on the throbbing erection, gliding her teeth along the super sensitive skin flute “twisting” with her hand the shaft as she went down, then doing likewise as she made the return.
	Every other “return” to the crown she paused there to roll her tongue around the super-super sensitive edging, diddle her tongue into the piss slit, then repeat her previous process of bringing off a cock.
	Cary had cum (in Maryanne) he jutted a great mess into his “daughter’s” mouth, pulled out and squirted more onto her face, humping hard forcing his balls up tight against her mouth and nose thusly forcing a little more juice into her soft luxurious hair.
	A little girl no more than eight suddenly appeared at the open door, she stood and stared, blushed and twisted her legs somewhat grinning.  She had short blond hair, a flat chest, and definitely had a hairless poon.
	“Take off your clothes, honey.” Cary said.
	Surprisingly, the little waif entered the room and stripped off all of her clothes.  Mike began squirting into cocksucker Kayleen’s mouth—and not so much for her dramatic cocksucking prowess, but for the stripping young girl.  He loved watching children undress—like his own children he had trained at home (thanks to Andy.)
	The pretty eight year old stood close to her Papa, fingering her sex which Mike also determined by glance was non-virginal.  Cary pulled back from Maryanne and aimed his cum squirter to the newest arrival telling Maryanne to go ahead with dinner.  After Maryanne left, newest arrival, Julianna, began masturbating her Papa and when he was sufficiently hard again, she got on her hands and knees, spreading her legs wide, face down—ass up.
	Mike watched with lust building and assurance that his friend was opening up to him revealing the simple fact that he was a trusting pervert.  He didn’t ask any questions, if Cary wanted to explain—he would.  If not, so be it.  Mike was happy and content and not wanting to spoil the mood kept quiet.
	Cary made anal entry into the young girl, Julianna.  The girl grunted and made some noises associated with discomfort.  But as Cary made entry and began pumping her tortured hole gave in and she took the intrusion.  Mike stroked himself while a somewhat embarrassed Kayleen sat on her knees somewhat watching as her Papa sodomized the little girl.
	Kayleen and Maryanne were “friends.”  They were thirteen years young.  Then there was a pretty little girl Cary favored over the others, her name was Savannah.  She was ten.  Julianna was eight and there was an eight year old boy, too.	
	None of the above belonged to him, per se.  Cary had “acquired” them one at a time, ‘cept Kayleen and Maryanne; “they’re runaways.” Cary did explain after dinner.

 	While Savannah occupied space on her Papa’s lap, Mike was clued in on the simple fact that Cary had an EMAD to make his acquisitions.  The two had discussed EMADs and their uses and such when the two men were out in the wilds.  Mike often saying, “If I had an EMAD…” while ogling a young girl (flat chested, hairless).
	Cary’s EMAD, though, was not perfect.  It was homemade and had problems—mostly it was unreliable and sometimes failed during the acquisition.  So, when the acquisition was made and the acquired shuttled away securely, a temporal diode was attached to the temples of the Subject.  The diode controlled and schooled the Acquired in their new way of life.  Usually when the EMAD was in use it was for a minute second—a burst of electrical mind blanking energy—just long enough for Cary to enact the out and out acquisition and skedaddle away.
	When the EMAD let him down, there was always Force—such as the time when…

*

	Not far away in some nearby mountains there was this cabin…
	It was a time before the plague of EMADs swamped the lands, it was also Winter type time.  Cary was in the area for an unspecified reason not disclosed.  Whatever his reason he came upon a closed-for-the-winter weather station outpost.  
	He also came upon a young teenage girl just pulling her pants up…
	Being stealthy (and sneaky) he saw a slightly older teenage boy masturbating in the bushes nearby—watching the younger teenage girl pulling her pants up and standing up.  
	It was a safe bet the two were siblings.  The girl had light blond hair, short cut with some style.  Her true form was concealed due to her heavy outerwear jacket and outerwear pants.  The snow wasn’t deep—but it was cold.  The girl sloughed her way to one of the buildings that had light and smoke wafting up from the chimney.
	The boy completed his masturbation and then slowly followed.
	Cary held fast a bit but the bite of the cold air prompted him to make for the warm cabin.  There were several buildings at the lone weather station, only one was being used.  The snow wasn’t deep but with the leg wound the 2-feet deep snow was still difficult to make thru.
	“Wound?”
	Aye, a gash to his right leg.
	“Gash?”
	Earlier while traipsing thru the wilderness area supposedly closed for the winter there was an encounter with a man who was a little peril.  A story within a story; the condensed version:  Keeth Riker had purchased on a fluke a lotto ticket at a convenience store while with his family while on a winter break vacation.  It turned out to be a winning ticket (but Cary wasn’t aware of that part).  The family, Keeth, his wife, Cierra, and their children, Phillip and Summer, flew from the low valley (where they lived) to the state’s governing body where they would cash in their ticket.  Keeth was a pilot, Cierra and Keeth were on rocky ground in their relationship—but of course, money would seem to be the cure-all.
	Flying from the valley to the state’s capital meant flying over the Range, varying in heighth of 4,000 feet to 13,000 feet.  Midway along the plane developed “a significant problem” and crash landed in the Range.  It was not an accident, on inspection, Keeth found sabotage to the plane’s engine.  They later found his long time friend and trusty mechanic were after the winning lottery ticket.
	Not good.
	The family Riker managed to elude the greedy friends but in the process got lost.  Keeth knew of a winter weather station, it would be closed this late in the hard winter, but it would have supplies, shelter, food, and a radio.
	Well, it had three of the four.  The radio would work, if it had power.  The lone generator for to supply secondary power to the lone area was “out of gas”.  It was decided to make a stand, rest, recoup, then hike out.  That was the plan.  Keeth also planned to make tracks back to the crashed plane and retrieve some gas to power the generator and get the radio at the weather station working.
	Along his way back to the plane he encountered trouble.
	One was a bear on a winter break himself and in a bad-bad mood.
	The other was Cary.
	The bear gave Keeth a run for his life and at one point was swiped and knocked down a long snow filled hill.  The hill also had rocks, boulders, trees, and steepness.
	When he recovered from that wondrous episode, he encountered Cary.
	Cary wasn’t expecting to meet anyone in the wilderness, Keeth was.  Disorientated and disillusioned and attacked Cary.  Cary took offense and as he was not injured in anyway fought back.  It resulted in Keeth jamming a ski pole into Cary’s thigh.

	Cary, a former Marine, returned same, jamming the other ski pole into Keeth’s leg then pummeling him into another existence.  The man (Keeth) fell into an unconscious world and Cary, after recovering somewhat, trekked on to come upon the teenage girl pulling up her pants.
	There, you’re caught up.

	Cierra with arms loaded with frozen wood tromped her way to the cabin she and her family had come to call their home for the time being glared at her children who just emerged from the woods—empty handed.  
	Something was said, just what the stranger in the woods couldn’t hear—mostly it was bitching to the tune of “why are your hands empty?” to wit the daughter who didn’t like to get her hands dirty complained that they were frozen and she scurried inside the warm cabin.  Eric’s reply was kept to himself “I had cock in my hand, Mom.”
	Cierra dropped the frozen pre-cut wood on the floor by the door of the building, looked around for her hubby but he hadn’t been gone too long.  Then she saw movement and someone NOT her hubby emerged from the woods.
	It wasn’t the greedy friend or mechanic who had caused the family’s plane to crash but a stranger.  Normally she would be receptive to a stranger, but the hackles on the back of her neck perked up and she knew she should have rebuked the man from the get go.
	But she didn’t.
	Suddenly a gun was produced and she and her son were marched inside the building.  Daughter Summer warmed her hands and complained something like “What are we going to eat?” before she saw the stranger with the handgun.

	Not always a good thing to traipse thru the woods without proper outer wear, radio or cell phone, light source, food, water, or weapons.  Always have a weapon, always have a well thought out plan of action.  If not a man made weapon, nature provides an abundance of sticks, rocks, or even a hearty fish or bear paw.  And best laid plans?  Well, have a back up plan or be able to think one up on the fly.  Marine training helps, too.
	Cierra locked eyes with the intruder, was he in cahoots with the others?  She stood partially shielding her children—waiting.  She didn’t have to wait long…
	Sliding off the backpack he wore, “Come here.” His voice was commanding, demanding, firm.  Cierra slowly crossed the floor; then following further firm demanding commands turned about and was tied.

	From his own backpack Cary produced climber’s rope, using Marine tactics he secured the Mom’s hands and feet.  Then, 
	“Take off his clothes.”
	Summer froze, mouth open, eyes wide, total shock if not dismay.  Motivating the girl took only a wave and a point to the girl’s mother to get her to firstly shed her heavy jacket, outerwear pants, then do likewise to her brother—all the while eyeing the stranger with the gun.
	Once Phillip was down to his regular wear clothes, Summer proceeded to stand up thinking that was it.  Wrong!  
	“ALL his clothes!” the stranger said.
	Summer could hardly breathe, “Leave them alone!” Cierra shouted.
	For her outburst she was smacked upside the head causing her to lose consciousness and fall to the floor in a heap.  Phillip made a feeble charge, Summer was too stunned to move but she did manage to scream.
	For Phillip’s valiant effort he too was met with a swift smack to the head sending him sprawling backwards landing on his back.
	“I’m a patient man,” the stranger told the two Riker kids, “but I have limits.  Follow my instructions and no one gets hurt.”  He then swiftly rolled the mother onto her back, she was still unconscious but moaning in a lucid world between varying degrees of consciousness and other.  The gun was placed against the woman’s cunt—he glared locking eyes with Summer and Eric, “Do as I say…” he didn’t finish—nor did he have to.  The message was clear but still difficult to follow thru.

	Cierra came awake, sat up, and gulped in horror as she saw her Summer undressing Phillip.  Phillip was down to his underwear.  The stranger among them was behind Cierra, his gun pressed against her body.  Cierra whimpered while Phillip wavered between being angry and frightened.
	But under threat of harm to her mother, Cierra pulled down her brother’s underwear and he was nude.  The boy closed his eyes, clenched his fists and seethed inside to out.  His pud was shriveled up, but in his sister’s hand—and then her mouth, it got significantly hard.
	Summer whole heartedly denied having ever sucked cock before—and was greatly embarrassed in having to do so (especially to her own brother!)  She was grossed out by the deed, but at thirteen she was well schooled on the technique of performing such.  

	Phillip confessed to spying on his sis now and then, but it had been awhile since he had actually gotten to see her naked.  So with that admission, the stranger with the gun pressed against Cierra’s cunt had Phillip undress his sister.
	Summer wasn’t too thrilled with that notion; she trembled, was not anger but very frightened.  She knew—she knew what was ultimately going to happen.  Pursing her lips she closed her eyes and endured being undressed.
	Once she was naked it was back on her knees and back to having her fifteen year old brother’s dick working in her mouth.  The boy was into it (the deed) but teetered on trying to show that he was not (but he was.)  Getting the hummer was his first; he was an devotee of circle jerking but was a virgin otherwise.  He had seen girls in their skimpy swimwear but that was it; only glances of nudity to his sister and a few glances of little girls of family friends.  
	“Cum in her mouth.” the stranger told the boy.
	Phillip stared wide eyed in horrid shock, he gulped for breath, licked his lips and tried to comprehend the uncomprehensible.  Summer, meanwhile, slurped schlong and despite being a virgin cocksucker did a fine job and brought her brother “off” in three minutes time.
	Summer gagged and choked on the spunk dousing her tonsils.  She sputtered and was nearly retching to the point of throwing up; meanwhile her brother finished jerking off into her hair.  (well, she was right there!)
	“Your turn.” the stranger said with a smile.
	Like the blowjob, Summer was schooled by word of mouth only, “eating a girl out”, muff diving, diving for clams, noshing at the “Y” and so many others coupled with drawings on bathroom walls clued both Summer and her brother in on the fine art that was cunnilingus.
	Neither had performed the deed or had seen such a thing up close and personal—but natural instinct being what it was; Summer laid out beside the blazing crackling fireplace, knees up, legs spread, not looking at her distraught mother while brother Phillip “went down” and began lapping at his sister’s thirteen year old cunt with a nice layer of poon pie fur.
	Phillip’s “technique” could use some improving, but he did a fair job.  Summer was less enthused; whether or not she was overly opposed about having her cunt lunched on was not clear—or if having her cunt lunched on by her brother!  She was mostly embarrassed and upset with the situation.  Cary could not ascertain with any certainty if Summer would be less embarrassed and upset if her Mom was not present.

	Earlier in the woods she had peed, the taste of that pee was still on her unwiped cunt.  Phillip didn’t care, he licked and licked finding some sort of odd joy in the task of cunt munching; he mowed the grass and reveled in the deed finding that his cock got dramatically hard noshing on his sister’s virgin pussy.  It was basically a dream cum true!
	The hang up came, though, when the stranger said, “stick it in her.”
	When Phillip paused for clarity, ‘you mean, my tongue?’ he was met with, “no stupid, your dick!”
	Phillip in no way was willing to “stick it in her” with his dick.  That was out.  But—the gun the stranger held patted the boy’s Mom, her pussy.  Phillip’s eyes locked onto his Mom’s cunt area; whether or not he had ever seen his Mom naked wasn’t clear—the stranger (Cary) hadn’t gotten into the Q&A aspect of his doings.
	“It’s alright,” whispered Summer to her defunct brother, “just do it and get it over with.” She was frightened to death to be sure, but willing to sacrifice her virginity to “get it over with.”  Sure she yearned somewhat to “get laid” but on her own terms and certainly NOT with her brother!
	Phillip eased onto his sister and was somewhat clumsy in his doinking his sister—it was Summer herself who finally grabbed his dick and guided it into her sex.  Once the head of his teenhood was in there was the thrust for penetration and Summer was no longer a virgin.

	“You bastard!” seethed the words from Cierra.  Her dark eyes flamed with extreme hatred to the strange man with the gun.  She also conveyed, ‘I get the chance I’m going to kill you.’
	The stranger merely smiled and had the brother and sister turn from their profile view to whereas their Mom could see Phillip’s cock thrusting into his sister’s cunt.
	“Oh my God!” breathed Cierra.  She was broken, horrified, and incensed beyond belief.  Phillip humped his sister never slowing down; it was his first fuck and he did strive to enjoy it but mostly it was natural human instinct guiding and propelling him onward to that glory of glories all man sought.
	Summer just clung to the floor enduring—it was her first fuck, too.
	Phillip increased his thrust action, raised up his torso, locked arms, and his bare ass broke into a sheen layer of sex sweat.  His thrusting increased more; his sister beneath him began to twist, make audible sounds indicating some pleasure mixed with some distress.  There was some cherry juice coating Phillip’s balls with a layer coating his plunging/thrusting cock, too.

	Achieving the lofty goal of orgasm was something incredible; the afterwards…  Phillip lay heaving on his heaving sister finally managing to roll off and lay heaving on his back.  Summer drew herself up, wrapped her arms about her legs and sobbed.
	Nothing was said.  Nothing was done.
	Minutes ticked by, the fire crackled, the sobbing and heaving continued.  The stranger with the gun placed some wood on the fire, stood and cracked his neck and knuckles, farted, then got a washrag.  Summer wasn’t thrilled with her “cherry juice” on her cunt, she was less enthused about having to wipe her brother’s wares clean, too.  
	By the time he was clean, though, Phillip’s strength was back—which was good ‘cause the stranger with the gun had new instructions for him.
	“Take off your Mom’s clothes.”
	Phillip and Summer stared wide eyed in total shock.
	“No fucking way!” exclaimed Phillip, “That’s sick!” ‘cause he knew what was to happen afterwards.
	“You sick bastard!” bitched Cierra.
	“Yes, yes I am,” replied the stranger, then he smiled and took Summer, shoving the gun against her head turning his attention to her brother, “now get your ass over to your Mom and do what I said!”
	Phillip moved, locked eyes with his Mom and she closed her eyes, nodded her head giving him the Ok to proceed.  Phillip nervously begun undressing his Mom; with her arms tied behind her her shirts and pullovers could only be pulled over her head and down to her bound arms.  He paused and unhooking her bra…
	There was some fumbling but he finally did manage and there they were—a nice set of 36Cs.  Twins!  Round, firm, perfectly shaped and awe inspiring.  And son Phillip did “awe.”  He had never seen a girl’s tits, they were always concealed.  He had seen his sister’s, of course, but they were smaller and not as awe inspiring.
	“Keep going.” the stranger said.
	Phillip sighed, diverted his attention from his Mom’s tits to undoing her pants and tugging them down.  The boy sweated all over and both knew what was going to happen—after.  Cierra was already shaking her head, No-no-no!!!  With her heavy jeans at her ankles she locked eyes with the stranger conveying ‘please, please don’t make him do this!’
	The stranger, though, merely smiled and tapped the gun barrel to Summer’s head.  Phillip checked the stranger and got the message, “continue”.  So he did—rendering his Mom nude in a few slow seconds.

	Cierra’s feet were bound so her clothes came to the end and that was it.  Phillip struggled to keep his eyes from his Mom’s pussy.  He had 
s-l-o-w-l-y worked her panties down ceasing breathing abilities as he did so.  He was a quirky fellow, round face, a bit of reddish hair, looked to be more suitable on a country farm than a mere city boy.
	Cierra lay out on the floor, eyes closed, pursing her lips hard as her teenage son took his tongue to her sex.  The boy wasn’t as adamant about licking out his Mom’s twat as he had been with doing likewise to his sister, but he did a fair job.  It was noted that cum dripped from his growing pud as he did his task; his sister had stared at him and his pussy eating task in disgust and horror—then she was prompted to “work his dick” to a superior stiffness.  
 	“get him hard” she had been told.  That entailed masturbating him as well as sucking his balls thru his legs.  Summer wasn’t particularly thrilled with that task and Phillip was already deep in a mire of sexual enticement and confusion to care one way or another—he just prayed that he wouldn’t fart while his sister’s nose was in his asshole!

	He didn’t.  And when Summer had indeed gotten him “hard”, hard enough to bust bricks, he scooted up his mother’s body and put into her his pud.  Meanwhile, Summer was still on her hands and knees, the stranger placed the barrel of the gun into her asshole and sodomized her with it all the while her brother fucked their mother.
	Phillip went slowly, finding his Mom’s cunt pleasing snug—but not as snug as his sister’s cunt.  He moved about some finding the right “groove” in his Mom’s groove.  Cierra moved about some, too making it easier for her son to fuck.  She cooed to him, too; “It’s alright” and “Just do it, baby.”
	Just do it baby.  Phillip did, driving his cock into his Mom’s cunt with much vigor and vim; but having cum so recently achieving that lofty goal of orgasm again so soon took a little longer to achieve.  But he did achieve, it just took a longer.
	It was noted that the nipples of Cierra got intensed; she moaned, groaned, and actually humped back!  Meanwhile, the stranger with the gun fingered Summer’s cunt, fondled her breasts, then stood and had the frightened girl undress him.  Of course!
	Phillip humped and humped and humped, grinding into his Mom striving to achieve, having to slow down and rest—but his hips continued humping.  “It’s ok, baby,” his Mom cooed to him, “take your time.”

	Take your time.  The words burrowed into young Phillip as his cock burrowed into his Mom’s twat.  He pumped slowly at first, disgusted by the deed itself inasmuch as he was embarrassed.  But then the “feeling” came and overwhelmed him and he sped up his thrusting, closed his eyes and “got into it.”
	Cary’s cock was strong and hard with pre-cum already soiling the head, “Suck me.” he commanded of Summer.  The girl wept, screwed up her pretty face, but wrapped her dainty teen fingers about the stranger’s cock, squeezed and pulled the skin tight back to the base—then pressed her lips to the pulsing cum jutting cock and sucked it.
	The stranger put a hand to his cocksucker’s head, his fingers going thru her thick soft dark hair, his lust rising with his eyes locked onto the girl’s brother who was increasing his tempo and close to unleashing his liquid love.
	Cierra conveyed great hatred to the stranger, “I’ll fucking kill you!” she seethed.  The stranger smiled back at her and jammed his cock into her daughter’s mouth touching her tonsils making her gag.  When she did gag to the point of choking and then sputtering, he pulled out and humped her face until she was ready to continue sucking.

	In spite of the horror of having sexual engagement with her own son, Cierra did derive some sexual pleasure from it.  Oh, she denied it and denied and denied it—but there really was no way to deny the intense feeling brought on by sexual doinking.
	Only slightly did she fear pregnancy.  She would deal with that later.  Her pussy and nipples tingled, then her hair and the rest of her body.  Her handsome son was basically useless, his energy spent and then some.  He hadn’t been a perfect lover—but then again, there was no perfect lover.
	The boy humped, strained, and emptied an unknown amount of jiz into his Mom’s cunt, the feeling was more than he could stand and so it overwhelmed his young teen mind.  Humping his sister had been grand, humping his hand THINKING of his sister, his sister’s friends had been grand.  But humping his Mom—fucking-A! fantastic!
	Slowly the boy rolled off his Mom, as his cock slipped out of her cunt a great strand of cum jutted out and Phillip couldn’t help but masturbate himself, fondle his balls and go thru the motions of experiencing the most incredible orgasm of his life.
	Before anything else could go on, the door to the building opened and in walked Keeth, the Daddy to Phillip and Summer and the hubby (estranged) to Cierra.

	He was frozen stiff, injured, and out of energy from his long trek; he was in no shape to defend his family but he tried.  But he was frozen stiff, injured, and out of energy from his long trek—the stranger in the building had little trouble disabling the man—and gave a face smack to the gallant charge from Phillip.  Summer curled herself up into a fetal position and was not a threat.
	While Phillip lay dazed nakedly on the floor, the stranger roughed up Keeth beating him into submission whereupon he then did use more climber’s rope and secure the man’s hands and feet tightly behind him.  The man then stripped off all of his (own) clothes and took himself to the man’s wife.
	Keeth struggled against the bindings, yelled a flurry of obscenities and was quite the distraction—so the stranger had Summer come and straddle her Mom’s face, positioned forward with her cum dripping cunt right on her Mom’s face.  The stranger then stuffed his cock into Cierra’s cunt and began fucking hard, pushing the barrel of his gun into Summer’s asshole.
	Keeth was horrified and was told that if he didn’t keep quiet his little girl’s asshole would be smoldering.  Keeth had a hard time managing his silence and attempts to free himself; he did but sent his own conveyance of extreme pissed offedness.
	As the stranger fucked Cierra he withdrew his gun from Summer’s asshole replacing it with his tongue.  He told the girl’s mother to “lick her”.  Cierra wept almost uncontrollably, screwed up her face hard—but applied her tongue to her daughter’s snatch and licked.

	Unlike with her son, Cierra did not “enjoy” the sex with the stranger—or leastways she didn’t show it.  Right at the pivotal point of orgasm from the stranger—the man began nipping and biting Summer’s lily white ass, driving his tongue desperately into her tight virgin asshole.  It gave strength to his cock and he pumped the girl’s mother all the harder.
	He shot once, twice, three times a good hearty hump then pulled out and hustled up Cierra’s body to shove dramatically into Summer’s virgin pooper to complete the orgasm.
	Summer thought she’d come apart as she was sodomized.
	Cierra let out an outburst followed by her husband; young Phillip still lay on the floor in a diminishing daze.  The stranger thoroughly sodomized Summer, driving his cock fully into her tight shitter, grabbing her hips and humping as hard as he possibly could.

	Despite the girl’s cries of anguish spouting “It hurts!  It hurts!” and her Mom’s pleas and “fucking bastard” cat calls from the girl’s Dad, the stranger continued humping until his cock was virtually shot out of her hole due to the explosive amount of jiz.
	It was then, eluding to perfect timing of when the stranger’s strength was plummeting to a new low, that dazed Phillip came alive.  He saw how tortured his sister was and came up slowly, selecting a nice frozen hunk of wood.  Had it not been for the upraised nailhead in the floorboard the boy would have made a stealthy approach.  But his toe caught the nailhead and caused instant pain—but he was already in motion.  The stranger reacted but not quite enough in time to duck the swing from the naked fifteen year old.
	The frozen hunk of firewood smacked Cary’s arm he flung up to protect his designated head.  Marine training helped him defuse the pain and ignore the intense sting; he then grabbed the wood piece and yanked it from the boy’s hand, then brought it swiftly to the boy’s stomach with an added upswing connecting with the boy’s chin.
	Phillip lost his two front teeth, bit his tongue and was in more discomfort than ever before.  Then there was more.  The stranger was on him, wrestling him to the only table in the abandoned for the winter building.  His pain and discomfort level were already to the extreme and therefore he was unable to realize what was happening to him.
	The boy’s family watched in horror as the stranger wrestled Phillip into position against the table and began sodomizing him—roughly.  Phillip could only hold onto the table and endure the rough treatment; the man humping him humped hard, reaching around to grab the not-so-erect cock and play with it making it hard.  
	The humping at length slowed, but the whimpers continued on a steady pace.  The stranger’s balls slapped making the only noise above the whines, moans, sobs, and whimpers.
	Finally the deed was done and the stranger pulled out and away from the boy.  “Don’t ever do that again, boy,” said the stranger, “next time it’s your balls.”
	Phillip slumped to the ground crawling under the table to curl into a fetal position.  The horrid stranger stepped to the sink and cleaned of his dirty and blood coated cock.  Popping his neck he looked over the other family members; then, scratching his balls he smiled to Summer,
	“Take off his clothes.”
	Daddy Keeth’s eyes exploded.  Daughter Summer slowly moved, sickened to the point of being mindless she began feebly undoing her Daddy’s winter pants and tugging them down.

	Daddy Keeth’s cock wasn’t getting hard—not even with his sweet naked cum dripping daughter handling it—not even with his sweet naked cum dripping distraught daughter sucking it!  She sucked and sucked and sucked—but the cock refused to get hard—hard enough.  Cierra was just about out of her mind.
	Summer was losing it, too; she gagged, choked, and retched—not so opposed to sucking cock, but sucking her Daddy’s cock.  Surprisingly she was allowed to stop—temporarily.  While she stopped, the stranger with the gun untied Keeth’s hand—after approaching him and smacking him hard against the head—a Marine trick that knocked him out.  This was so as the untying could be done and then retied differently.  
	When Keeth awoke minutes later—with his sweet naked cum dripping distraught daughter sucking his dick again, he found that he had a free hand, the other was secured to a heavy support post.  The free hand was so as he could “touch” his naked cum dripping distraught daughter.  
	“Rub her ass.” the stranger said.
	Keeth didn’t want to do so but the stranger grabbed Phillip and wrestled him back to the table, shoving the gun into the boy’s tortured fresh fucked asshole.  Keeth rubbed his daughter’s ass; he closed his eyes and tried hard not to get hard.
	Didn’t work.  With his bare hand on his daughter’s bare soft smooth bare naked ass—and his daughter sucking his dick—he got hard.  Very hard.  So hard that it began to feel GOOD!
	Cary didn’t have the ability to peer into a Subject’s mind, but he guessed ole Keeth was enjoying his naked daughter’s cocksucking tactic—a lot!  He made audible sounds indicating pleasure, his hips bucked into his daughter’s workings and he seemed to really enjoy caressing her ass.
	After some minutes and it appeared as if though Keeth’s cock was about to explode—the stranger had Summer “sit on him.” and “take him.”  
	Summer knew what that meant and entailed.  So did her Daddy, Mommy, and highly distraught brother.  She shook her head, being naked in her Daddy’s presence was one thing, sucking his cock was one thing, but taking his sucked cock into her cunt was something else all together.
	She begged, “no”, her Mom pleaded “no”, her Daddy—well, her Daddy was unable to convey anything but pleasing looks of dismay.  He WANTED to be in his Daughter’s pussy—but not with everyone present.  He WANTED to be in his Daughter’s pussy, but not under the dire circumstances.  Force was acceptable but he played it up so as not to give way his feelings of lust to his wife (or daughter.)

	Summer settled down on her Daddy’s prong and it took all of thirty seconds for it to disappear into her poon.  Slowly she slid down the shaft, moaning and groaning all the while; her pussy and ass tightened; her Daddy’s eyes rolled back and both their mouths undulated, wavered, and quivered.
	It was Keeth he did the pumping.  Summer settled her sex all the way down and then clenched her Daddy’s body.  Keeth lightly pumped UP into his child’s sex, moaning and groaning with subtle release of pleasure all the while.
	Summer laid down onto her sprawled out Daddy, crying and sniveling some—moaning and groaning otherwise.  She managed then herself to rise up her hips to where her Daddy’s cock almost popped out of her, then she slid down to meet his upward thrust.  Their tempo remained somewhat even until that critical moment whereas orgasm prompted increased rhythm.
	Cierra was sickened as she knew what was coming.  It was bad enough that Summer’s brother had released his cream into her, now her own Daddy was.  She closed her eyes and missed the explosive cumulative moment that occurred seconds later.
	The orgasm lasted quite awhile, even for Keeth.  His one free hand he continued to caress his daughter’s ass, squeeze and even delve into Summer’s crack (on his own!)  As the orgasm settled, the stranger directed Phillip to go to his Mom…

	Keeth felt a little disgusted—just a little as he recovered from the intense orgasm with his daughter—watching as his wife sucked on their son’s cock.  Cierra also had a hand free, the other tied to another support beam post.  The free hand caressed Phillip’s ass, cupped his balls, and worked his teenage shaft while she sucked the very life out of it.  She sucked and sucked and sucked—made slurping sounds and did nothing to further tantalize her child, just suck him until he blew his wad.
	That moment came three minutes after she had started.  One big jut of liquid goo squirted into her mouth almost filling it—coating her tonsils thoroughly.  Then he pulled out (as per command from the stranger in their midst) and emptied the rest of his love onto her face.  And there was amazingly a significant amount there was, too!
	Keeth wasn’t too particularly pleased with that act, it was vile and disgusting (and his wife had never given HIM a blowjob!)  Phillip felt weak to the knees and almost stumbled, his Mom laid out on the floor—as per command, and Phillip—tongued out her cunt (again.)

	Summer remained on her Daddy’s sweaty body, they somewhat embraced and Keeth made whispers to his child that “it’s alright” and “it’s going to be alright” and something to the effect of “you were good.”

	After Phillip’s tongue had worked itself into a tizzy, his Mom’s cunt glistening not so much with her son’s spittle as it was with her own pussy essence, the boy scooted across the floor to his Dad and sister with a new hard-on.  
	“Lick her ass.” the boy was commanded.  Phillip nodded and brought his already tired out tongue to his sister’s bum; he had to lick her crack, too, with specific attention to her asshole.
	Then, “tag her hole.” which meant “FUCK her asshole!”
	“Please, mister,” begged Phillip, “it hurts.”
	“Too fucking bad, bitch,” the stranger said, “fuck it with your dick or I’ll fuck it with mine!” he was going to do so anyway but still…
	The stranger brought back into play his gun and patted Summer’s lovely ass, pushing the barrel into her hole.  Phillip, in agony, straddled his Daddy’s legs and scooted up to where he could put his dick into his sister’s shitter.
	There were grimaces as the boy’s sore aching cock once more invaded a tight hole striving to cum off.  The stranger rubbed Phillip’s ass, stood and masturbated at the boy’s head, “Suck me.” he said.
	So, while Phillip fucked his sister’s asshole, while she lay on their Daddy, Phillip sucked the stranger’s cock.  He didn’t like it but wasn’t going to like a lot of things yet to come.
	Phillip made more unappeasing faces than did his sister and Mom as they had sucked dick; he couldn’t understand how gay guys did it—sucking cock was gross!  He wasn’t particularly good—but that wasn’t the point—just so as he SUCKED was all that matter.
	The stranger pulled out and slapped the boy’s face (with his dick) and then humped his face.  Phillip reached his lofty orgasmic goal in a staggering four minutes.  He came hard, exclaiming loudly as juts of cum squirted from his cock in a dramatic way coating his sister’s anal tract.  He pumped hard, strained and released gobs of cum, gobs and gobs until there was virtually nothing but the act of ejaculation.
	Phillip pulled out and was like in death throws with his wriggling all about, like a demon possessed Christian he floundered and was not himself.  He settled on his Daddy’s outstretched legs reeling in one of the most strangest orgasms ever.
	The stranger tapped Summer, “get off.” She did.  The stranger tapped Phillip.  Summer crawled to her mother and curled up tightly once more.  How much more could she/they endure?  Let’s find out!

	Keeth shook his head and was very adamant about it, about the pending deed he was nextly to perform.  But the stranger was insistent.  Phillip was out of his young mind and not quite aware of the proceedings.  He moved up his Daddy’s body, settled on his sex, and rested while his Mom came over, took the Daddy dong and sucked it.  
	She, too, had to lick her son’s asshole, finger it, then fuck it with a screwdriver handle.  The screwdriver was named after the son, or was that the other way around?  No matter, it was stuck into the support beam post head high, the stranger removed it and had Cierra sodomize her son with the plastic grooved handle.  After Phillip’s hole was “receptive”, she then had to guide her husband’s cock in replacement.
	Phillip had to straddle, relax and be fucked in the ass by his Dad.
	Cierra had to suck on her husband’s balls and help keep Keeth’s cock into Phillip’s hole.  She, too, had to suck on the man’s shaft as it pulled out of their son’s chute until finally Keeth got the “feeling” and stepped up his tempo.
	“You sick bastard!” Cierra cussed the stranger.
	He smiled and watched the father fuck the son.
	“When he cums, suck it clean.” The cock and son’s tortured asshole.
	As the cum from Keeth’s cock began to flow, Cierra drove the business end of the screwdriver she had secretly hidden into the stranger’s leg—with all her might with her free hand.  It went in ALL the way to the hilt.  Kinda wise—kinda.  Had she been totally free she could have done more and that would have been good.  But still secured she could only freak and call for her unsecured children to do something.
	Summer wasn’t moving, she had curled up even tighter into herself.
	Phillip was too dazed and “blind” to be of much good.  Cierra tried to undo the still tethered hand but the well tied climber’s rope was complicated and required steady thought and time.  Neither of which Cierra had a bounty of.  The stranger, though, was giving her some time as he whirled about the open room in extreme agony.
	Finally, though, Cierra managed to free her hand.  She grabbed up a hunk of frozen wood and lashed out at the horrid stranger.  She managed two real good smacks, one landing upside his head and when he whirled about she connected the other smack to his backside sending him to the floor.

	He then tripped her and she sailed to the floor—finding that upraised nail that Phillip had tripped over before.  She tripped herself falling with her head hitting the corner of a woodbox.  She twitched and then fell in a heap (with a small pool of blood beneath her head.)
	Keeth went nuts.  He yelled and kicked, screamed and ripped the skin off of his tethered wrist.  He was so out of control that he did manage to wrench his hand thru the rope—ripping skin off in the process, but he was on ripped adrenaline and could ignore the pain.  A charge was on and he plowed into the naked stranger.
	Keeth had been in the Army and in Airborne Infantry, but the naked stranger’s Marine training overwhelmed and adapted to the new assault; he pulled the screwdriver out of his thigh and plunged it into the man’s chest.
	The man burbled, seethed snot and looked into the stranger’s eyes before collapsing to the dusty cold floor of the weather station building.  

Finale
	Keeth Riker awoke hours later—still in turmoil and much agony.  The screwdriver had been removed from his chest—impaling his hand to the building’s floor.  His other hand still tied to the beam post so he was screwed.  (more on that later)
	Wife/mother, Cierra, was spread eagled on the cold frozen floor, one hand tied to the same beam post, a leg tied to her hubby’s outstretched leg, the other stretched out tied by climber’s rope that was run thru some pulleys up to the ceiling and down to Keeth’s balls.  The other end of the rope was tied to Keeth’s balls so as when Cierra thrashed about with her leg—Keeth suffered and suffered greatly.
	Cierra’s other hand was impaled into the floor with awl found in a toolbox under the sink.  In the toolbox the stranger found a razor blade—used in a simple typical boxcutter.  Phillip got the task of using the blade on his Mom’s cunt, shaving it clean.  He had to do likewise to his sister.
	Neither Mom or sister were pleased with having said task done unto them—not in the least.  There were nicks and scrapes that caused blood flow; they clenched, peed some, and carried on in such a manner as would be expected considering.  After the shaving had been done, Phillip slid his cock (hard) into his Mom’s twat and fucked the freshly shaven poon until he creamed five minutes later.
	He needed a brief rest before taking his cock to his Mom’s mouth for a suck.  She had to suck him back to hard status “or my retribution will be swift” the stranger said.  Cierra didn’t know what the stranger’s “retribution” would be—he had already done so much…

	Summer was most reluctant about getting laid by her brother—more so than just having shave her cunt.  The stranger stood glaring at her to “open legs” and “receive” or face punishment.  Summer was pretty much broken and did at length relent.  Phillip mounted her and drove his aching cock into her sex and fucked taking nearly ten minutes of serious humping to “get off.”
	Phillip then was allowed to rest (recoup).  He crawled under the table and curled up as tight as he could—watching as the horrid stranger raped his Mom and then did Summer (again.)  Quite often during the rapes, Cierra did thrash about, thrashing her leg that was secured by the rope that went via the pulleys to her husband’s balls and wrenched them to the point of severe agony.
	He finally lost consciousness.  Cierra continued to flail about some but eventually wore out and also succumbed to LaLa Land.  When she awoke hours later, the stranger was gone.  So were her children!
	Oh!

*

In the woods where you are
	“Minister Allgrave is on his way,” the voice crackled into his ear implant, “within the hour.  Whatever it is you are doing, you had better do it quick, finish up, and get your ass back here!”
	Minister Allgrave was the top monkey to the institution, the foundation and the eastern division of applied science of which Cowboy worked for.  He sighed, he hated interruptions.  And Time Travel though seemed near instantaneous—was in fact, not so.  It could take as much as fifteen minutes, depending upon how far back in the time line a scientist ventured.
	Cowboy assured his co-worker and mate that “a few more minutes”.
	Patrice could be heard sighing; “the transporter is In Use.” She could not detain or put off or distract the Minister as he “made rounds”; he was on a fact finding mission seeing where the institution’s resources were going.  Everything had to have accountability.  This was she had ever had, she had struggled hard to attain the lofty goal of senior scientist and was generally left alone—so long as she completed a few “tasks” assigned to her by the upper echelon—the powers that be.
	“If you are not here in five minutes, I’m shutting the unit down.”

 	She was his lover—but she wasn’t going to risk her job or imprisonment and banishment from the science community for him.  Cowboy had a Device with him, a sort of tracking device that supposedly would activate the portal enabling the Transporter in the science lab (400 plus years in the future).  It hadn’t been tested but in theory…
	“Do what you got to do.” Cowboy said flatly.  A line had been drawn.
	“Come back now, there is nothing so important as being trapped in the time line you do not belong in.” then, “I need you here.”
	Cowboy had loose ends, James Robert had desires yet unfilled, there were others in the community he (Cowboy) had yet to “touch” and assist in their sexual pursuits.
	At a small clearing some distance from the main dirt road there was “activity” worthy of investigating.  August “Cowboy” Moone investigated.  A light tap of finger to ear implant and communications to the 24rth Century was severed.
	On a questionable picnic-like table a young girl was laid out; she had dark raven hair, small rounded serious face; her bib-overalls were on the ground, her yellow daisy floral print shirt was pushed up exposing her bare chest and small round breasts; her plain white dingy panties dangled off an ankle.  She was eleven years young; between her legs pumping steadily was a grandpa-like figure, her grandpa, and he was “gettin’ some!”
	After he “got some” he pulled out and spanked his grandpa dick onto his granddaughter’s fresh fucked cunt; dragging the head up and down the entrance squirting more and more of his grandpa juice until he was well drained.  Then and only then he stepped away to pee.
	The girl pulled herself up, her panties finally falling off of her ankle.  Lightly she diddled her pussy, fussed with her hair and then straightened out her shirt.  There was nothing said, the little girl was cute, ‘specially naked!  Her grandpa wasn’t too tall, balding, a little rugged looking, and had long straight cock—dripping cum.
	The girl slipped off the table picking up her panties,
	“You don’t need them just yet.” the grandpa said.  He ambled over and looked his naked granddaughter over; she averted her eyes from looking at his bold half erect manhood.  Placing his hands on her shoulders he positioned her back to the table, bending her over onto it…

	A noisy woodpecker pecked wood—well, what else is a woodpecker supposed to peck?  Cool mountain breezes swept down thru the boughs to kiss the land and all those in it.  On the table, Kathy Wiggins clenched the table sides and got splinters in the side of her pretty face--

	all the while her grandpa licked her butthole.
	It was uncomfortable to the little girl, that was plain to see.  But that wasn’t all she would be uncomfortable with.  Minutes after her grandpa had emptied his splooge into her sex, he was attempting to do so into her poo hole.  
	The 66yr old man licked his fill of his granddaughter’s ass, squeezed the cheeks, patted them, admired them, then spread them wide to really look at her goodie.  Then it was all about admire same with his throbbing hard cock.
	“Just relax.” he cooed to her.
	As soon as Kathy’s grandpa kissed her asshole with his cock,
	“NO!  OH NO, Grandpa, not there!  It hurts!  It hurts!”
	But grandpa was not deterred and began kissing harder, pressing in past the seldom fuck ass rim.  Kathy thrashed about some, gritting her teeth and squeezing her ass as she was violated.
	Grandpa Zeb made dutiful entry into his eleven year old granddaughter, he clung to her hips as the head of his dick slipped past her usually tight rim—but he had been fingering it (this after catching her herself sodomizing herself with a broom stick and then the family dog’s dick!)  OH!
	Into the girl he went, slow and steady.  When all the way in he began to pump, clutching at Kathy’s hips to keep steady on.  Meanwhile, Kathy cried out in her anguish “It hurts!  Grandpa, it hurts!”
	Grandpa Zeb began to hump harder, faster; his aged old balls slapped harder, faster; sweat began to pour down his stronger mountain man body as he strove to get off a second time in as many minutes from the first.
	Little Kathy could only hold on, squirming and making faces until her naughty Grandpa finished up.  He let out a mighty groan of satisfaction when he did.  He almost (did so) stumble back flopping his cum squirter, watching with some glee as his cum drizzled out of his granddaughter’s asshole.
	What a guy!
	James Robert wanted to see the same thing—but from his Momma’s asshole!  Oh!  

	James Robert was willing to let slid the other desires he had on his List if he could get a “taste” of his Momma.  Cowboy found the boy near constantly jerking off into a pair of his Momma’s panties.  He thought of “doing” her when he and sister Lizzie hooked up.

	Cowboy made his way nonchalantly walking by the Woolum family home; James’ bare ass beating Daddy was down the mountain on business (probably getting laid).  James’ Momma hovered in the kitchen and came to the side kitchen door as the stranger strolled up.  He nodded his head, tipped his old ragged cowboy hat and asked if there was some spare water.
	“I came across that pond a ways back,” he said, “but saw fishes and other critters swimming in it and thought I’d better seek water elsewhere.”
	Momma Woolum didn’t know what to take of the stranger, he seemed nice, though—polite.  Momma Woolum was in her mid 40s, there were other children from her, but they were out of the house with two dead and buried in the family plot.  
	Olivia Woolum wasn’t a bad dish, not at all for bearing a few children and in her 40s, Cowboy found her just as delectable as any other and James Robert her youngest son also found her equally desirable.  So, while James’ Daddy was off the premises…

	On the table kitchen table where the family had their meals and made decisions for the family Olivia Woolum laid out.  It was as good as place as any.  The Device used on her (EMAD-like Device) was not 100 percent “reliable”—which was why Cowboy used “force” to get his way—that was a more reliable form of getting his way.  
	So, for temporary sake, Olivia Woolum was mindlocked and followed somewhat Cowboy’s instructions—mostly she was a zombie and had to be moved.  James Robert’s sister, Elizabeth had gone off to spend the day with a friend down the way.  As soon as Olivia was lambasted by the strange stranger, James Robert was peeling out of his clothes, his young teen cock already dramatically hard and dripping cum.
	He wanted to bone his Momma in a bad way—very bad.
	Cowboy took his time; the mountain woman wore a simple dress but had layered underthings that made the process of stripping her to her skin a little difficult.  Once she was in her skin, though, Cowboy stood back and watched his young friend “get after it.”
	Naked James firstly gawked at his Momma’s cunt, licked his lips and stared; on a prompt from Cowboy, “lick her out” James Robert took his tongue to his mountain Momma’s cunt and licked.
	Cowboy watched, occasionally tapping his ear implant for contact with his future.  There was no contact, though; the thought of being possibly trapped/stuck in the past was a little disconcerting.  Just a little.  It was 1936, there was a world war pending in just a few years, followed by another and another and another and then the biggie with Outer World Invaders.

	Cowboy watched James Robert, then participated—rubbing the boy’s ass, clutching his balls up from between his legs as the boy powerfully fucked; Cowboy clutched his own balls and found himself not so much as desiring to hump the mountain Momma but her son’s mountain ass!
	Well, a hole was a hole…

*

With friends like these…
	“And THEN what happened?”
	“Surprisingly, the boy was no problem, it was the girl.”
	Making tracks back to civilization there was this lake—in the dead of Winter of which it was the mountain lake was frozen solid over.  When at the edge and the intention was clear about crossing rather than trekking thru the thick frozen snow the long way around, Summer Michelle Riker bolted and tried to make a run for it.
 	She didn’t make it, of course, if she weren’t so frozen and in deep anguish she may have had a chance—unlikely, but she might have.  The stranger pounced on her then wrestled her to a frozen log whereupon not so nicely he wrenched her frozen pants and underwear down—then took a scoop of ice cold snow and applied it to her well fucked asshole and cunt.
	Summer didn’t like.
	Her brother, Phillip, didn’t like, either; he pleaded and begged “Leave her alone!”
	Cary, the stranger, future friend of Mitch, Mike, and naughty-naughty Mom impregnating Andy Donaldson who was having his life spied on by the unseen traveling stuck in invisibility Dominick Dimitri—stopped his freezing abuse of Summer.  He then whipped out his cock and jammed it into the girl’s frozen tight shitter.
	Well, not exactly IN on the first go.  The girl was practically as frozen as the lake behind her.  Stranger Cary rammed his finger into her hole loosening it up some then reapplied his frozen meat stick.  It was giving but not as giving as it would be when warmed.  
	Summer lay sprawled over the leg crying and trying to thrash about some but not with a lot of success at fending off being fucked in the ass one more time.  Her tortured asshole finally did, though, “give” and the presence of the stranger’s cock entered in.

	It was cold, though, damn cold.  Cary humped the girl’s bum hole but wasn’t able to “get off”—it was cold.  Phillip stood nearby dumbfounded,
	“Got a hard-on?” he was asked.
	Phillip nearly lost his ability to breathe.  He blinked his eyes, blushed, then gouged the heel of his hand to his indeed—hard-on.  Then he shrugged.
	“Whip it out.”
	Phillip wrinkled his nose, sighed, shivered a little, then worked on freeing his cock (which was hard.)  The stranger pulled away from the frozen Summer, nodded to Phillip, and gave the boy a wink and a smile.
	Phillip didn’t know what to make of it—if anything.  It was cold and what would happen the rest of the day he had no idea.  Positioning himself behind his sister he took his hot member that was quickly freezing but still miraculously hard and made anal entry (again) into her.
	A few pumps, no cum.  He was pretty much cummed out with all the fuckin’ he had been doing.  And it was cold—and getting colder.
	“We’ve got a ways to go.” The stranger said standing up and putting his willy back where it belonged to get warm.
	“Where we going?” Phillip asked.
	“Across the lake.” only this—and nothing more!
	Summer was stood up with the application of ice cold snow pressed into her underwear; then the undies were snugged up tight against her proper, then her pants.  Trekking across the frozen lake followed.

*

lust in the dust
	It was a welcomed relief to see the truck; to Phillip it meant warmth, he hoped.  He didn’t know what kind it was—it was old and funky looking, green body with gray primer spots, a red hood, big huge Army tires, a big huge wench.
	“It’s a British truck.” Cary said. 
	Summer was loaded into the old British Army truck, a glare and a verbal warning from her kidnapper put Summer in her place.  Phillip settled into the passenger’s seat, Cary slid into the driver’s seat.
	“Soooo, where we going?” Phillip had to ask.
	“Not far.” He wasn’t going to get a definitive answer.  The road was rugged, dirt, and partially obscured by snow.  The old British Army truck handled the terrain well, though, forded a small river that wasn’t frozen, then climbed up a steep-steep-steep hill that frightened Phillip; he couldn’t believe a vehicle could make such a climb.

	Then, of course, was the topping of the hill to make the trek down the other side—that was even more frightening as it was a near straight down descent.  The driver, Cary, though, seemed to take it all in stride.
	It took all of ten minutes to get to where the landscape flattened out.  Phillip sighed, held his stomach and couldn’t believe what he had experienced.
	“We call it a goat.” Cary supplied.
	“A goat?”
	“Aye, a few other slang terms, but Goat mostly applies to vehicles like this.”
	As the British truck made across the back territory juxtaposed between two great mountains, there was something of a road (mostly a trail) and the truck mostly drove itself.
	“Soooo, are you British or something?”  Phillip was fifteen, curious like a twelve year old (or younger).  But he had detected a slight accent not accountable to any American dialect.  
	“Good guess.” chided Cary.
	Phillip smiled.  The truck lumbered on.  And on—and on—and on until eventually coming to a small two-lane road (paved.)  Summer was fast asleep, the day was just about done.  Phillip was glad to be off of the rough terrain and onto something less rough.
	Darkness came and they came to a crossroads, they went left and after turning left at the crossroads went straight for over an hour before coming to a lone gas station.  There were other buildings about, they looked derelict and unlived in.  There were dogs barking around in the darkness, there was light here and there from buildings that weren’t so derelict.  The gas station was one of those old tymey abodes from the America’s 1930s; island out front, covered foyer, one vehicle service bay, a 1950s tow truck parked along side.
	Cary pulled up to the outside island, “Stay here.” he told Phillip. 
	Phillip nodded and watched as the man went into the open service bay and into an office.  He went into a private office and that was that.  Phillip sat in the truck, he was hungry, his dick hurt, his head hurt, his asshole still hurt, and he had no idea what to make of his situation.
	From behind him his sister moaned, stretched, fart, but otherwise remained asleep.  A million thoughts were loosed in Phillip’s mind; sex mostly.  Sex and torture.  He was sickened to see his Mom and Dad tortured, sickened to see his sister tortured—and not too fond of being tortured himself.
	Sex with his Mom.  He had had SEX with his MOM!  It was one thing to have had sex with his sister, under any circumstances.  But his MOM!?  He didn’t know what to make of it, if anything.
	And his Dad.  He had been fucked in the ass by his Dad.  That image wouldn’t leave his mind.  He would never be the same again.  Never.  He tried clearing his mind of the thoughts that plagued him—his eyes settling on the key left in the ignition.
	‘Holy crap!’ he exclaimed to himself.  His heart began to beat, he began to sweat, his thoughts got all jumbled, and the stranger was no where to be seen.
	Blinking his eyes Phillip contemplated.  He could get away.  He could get away.  But where?  He didn’t know where he was.  How much gas was in the tank?  Which way should he go?  Could the stranger come after him?  What would happen if he did?
	Just as he started to reach for the key he caught sight of movement in the station.  “Shit!” he bitched.  The stranger came out and slid into the truck, fired it up and took off thru what appeared to be a small-small town.
	Down one “street” and out onto another dirt road for a “few miles.”  Phillip nodded off but was awakened sometimes later.  It was dark, dead dark.  And quiet, ‘cept for the coyotes baying in the distance.  Phillip couldn’t make out anything, but smelled smoke and heard voices—and music!
	Cary rustled Summer to an awakened state of being.  In a daze the girl moved out of the truck, stretched (farted) and looked around in a very confused state (of being.)  “What’s going on?” she asked.
	“Gotta pee?” Cary asked of her.
	It was an embarrassing thing to be asked and even more so to admit.  But she nodded, and despite the lack of moonlight—she saw the man smiling.
	“Then take off your clothes.” he said.
	Summer sighed to herself and then reluctantly undone her pants and pushed them down, stepping out of them.  She really didn’t want to take off her clothes, she was in fear.
	“You, too.” Phillip was told.  The boy began undressing and was naked before his sister was!
	The man glared at Summer, “NOW!” he said raising his voice a little.
	Summer let out a little emotional sob but slid down her panties.  She didn’t know for sure if he meant for her to be totally nude or what, so she hesitated once her powder blue panties were at her ankles.
	“You gonna pee in your panties?” seethed the man.
	Summer gulped and stepped out of her undies and stood embarrassed and confused.  
	“Open your legs,” instructed the man, “and pee.”
	Summer sighed (aloud) and suppressing a fart she stood her stance open and relieved her bladder.  She let out a satisfying moan as the pressure was greatly reduced as a result.  Then she farted.
	As she peed, her brother was instructed to step up behind her; and with sleight of hand gestures and head nods, Phillip got the unspoken message—“pee on your sister.”
	Phillip’s bladder was just as great as his sister’s and angling his cock he splashed fresh hot urine onto Summer’s bared ass.
	“Bend over.” Summer was told.
	Summer “bent over” and received the man’s cock into her mouth while her brother behind her continued peeing on her.  When Phillip was done, he smacked his sister’s ass with his cock, then gouged the crack before fingering her hole pre-fixing it for intrusion via his cock.
	Summer flailed about some as the intrusion of her brother’s cock was not met with glee.  Cary grabbed holt of her flailing arms and held them jamming his cock into her mouth pumping furiously until she settled.  Brother Phillip plowed hard his sister’s hole and was only partly into the deed—but his dick was hard and so he humped with some vigor (and vim.)

	“She going to be alright?” Phillip asked out of concern for his sister; this after he had fucked her hard and heavy, depositing a large quantity of brotherly love into poop chute—then the stranger doing likewise into her mouth—then the stranger placing her nakedly into the British Army truck and injecting her with some drug.
	“Don’t worry, it’s just to relax her and let her sleep.”
	After, Cary and Phillip nakedly walked around the corner of a large boulder into Big Chief John Run Amok’s camp.	

	Big Chief Run Amok wasn’t particularly “big” physically, ‘except for one major “muscle.”  He wore only a few beads about his neck, a small headdress, arm bands, and some around his ankles.  Other than that, the Chief was nude.  
	The Chief’s bod was chiseled, well shaped, refined, buff.  Super fine long sleek black hair; large eyes of pure coal black; rippling muscles, and a 9-inch cock.  No hair on that fine chiseled bod, not even on his tally and associative chin holders.  

	Standing some 6’0” the Chief was well proportioned for his height.  He wasn’t “big” but he was menacing.  He was also a friend to Cary Bamant.  How they had become friends was not told just to suffice that they were long time friends.  
	The “camp” of the Chief was sprawled out some, hovels carved into great boulders and the sides of a great rocky hill.  Small fires here and there kept the chilly night air at bay and young Phillip Paul Riker saw the likes of unbelievable sex and sex acts he couldn’t believe.
	It was mindblowing and overwhelming.
	The Chief guided them to a typical Indian tent first, Phillip noted young white girls of various ages being sexed—from oral to out and out raped.  Some were tied up to horse hitching post and being spanked and sodomized; other girls were being boned in their cunt and ass at the same time; some girls were very young; no girls that Phillip saw were older than say sixteen or so.
	In the teepee there was a mass of coverings, blankets, a centralized firepit, and two white bitches.  One was with fine long raven dark hair, the other a blond girl of about a mere six or so.  The dark haired girl was lily white, shaven cunt, a few “bruises” and welts to her bare backside and ass area.  There, too, was a “brand” on one butt cheek as well as one on the bottom of her foot!
	The dark haired girl, “Jessica”, was about sixteen and on her hands and knees.  She was motionless with an occasional “clench” to her puckered asshole.  She didn’t even look up when Big Chief Run Amok came in with his friends.  The littler girl, “Nellie” lay on her back almost asleep.  She came awake at the intrusion, opened her legs and began fingering herself.
	A young “doe” came in bearing a long wooden pipe and a bag containing smoke stuff.  She lingered a moment not looking or locking eyes with anyone but staring at the ground.  She was nice—really-really nice; about sixteen or so herself; tall with torpedo-like titties, no marks or marrings, and a shaven poon.  Phillip had instant wood…
	The Chief filled the pipe’s bowl with a specialty blend of tobacco, then using a ceremonial lighting apparatus lit the pipe and took the first long drawl.  He held it in, swallowed some, then blew the rest out his nose.  He smiled and had glossy eyes.  Phillip got a “whiff” of the pipe’s contents and new it to be a form of marijuana.
	The pipe was offered to Cary and like the Chief, did likewise with the inhaling and blowing out his nose.  Phillip gulped and felt uneasy—although he was ok apparently with being naked with his kidnapper/abuser, and then in the midst of a naked Indian Chief, humping his sister, etc. etc. etc.

	Phillip took the pipe,
	“Just suck it in, fill your mouth,” Cary schooled him, “draw it in and “swallow” some; then keep your mouth closed and blow the rest out your nose.”
	Phillip did as schooled—and choked.
	While he sputtered, eyes watered, and he felt his chest exploding, the two naked men laughed at his expense.  Cary took the pipe back and handed it to the Chief, the Chief took another “hit”, then Cary did.  Cary then handed the pipe back to Phillip who reluctantly repeated his previous act.
	By the 5th (or was it the 6th) round, Phillip was stoned.  He had taken “hits” of Mary Jane from friends at school but just one hit at a time and he hadn’t really inhaled or anything.  He never got stoned.
	After the pipe was empty the Chief scooted down on the blankets, opened his legs and masturbated.  The “doe” Long Deer, settled instantly onto the Chief and took his big Brave dick into her sex.  Phillip, though stoned, was awed at the girl’s ability to take.
	He was even more awed at seeing Cary do naughty to the littler girl.
	To Phillip, it looked as if though the stranger was penetrating the little captive; he himself got a nod and conveyance by way of eye travel from him (Phillip) to the other girl, the one on her hands and knees.  
	Phillip was a little more than “awed.”  A little more than overwhelmed.  He found himself scooting over to the business end of the teen girl; she opened her legs a little wider, leaned down and thusly pooched her ass up presenting herself.
	It was up to Phillip to take his choice, Hole Number One or what’s behind Hole Number Two.  As Phillip slid his throbbing member into the girl’s yielding cunt, he could see that Cary was NOT penetrating the littler girl but merely rubbing and humping against her sex, crack, and then everywhere else.
	Big Chief Run Amok humped hard into the doe who straddled him.  The young teen bounced as she clenched the Chief, she breathed hard, seething and gritting her teeth as the Chief’s massive cock slammed mercilessly into her sex.
	Phillip’s overblown mind could barely concentrate on his own doings.  He made a feeble attempt at fucking and even less feeble at cumming off.  Images of his Mom and Dad filled his mind; being beaten and fucked in the ass by the stranger; his Mom and Dad in peril being impaled; shaving his Mom’s cunt; straddling his Dad’s cock and taking it in the ass.  It was a mindblowing experience.

*

and then…?
	Another round of choking on the whacky-tobaccy, a blowjob from the little-little girl, then watched with stoned eyes as the teen girl he had just fucked got smacked.
	He wasn’t really in the “mood” for sex; he had humped his family and his mind was whacked out to the max and achieving the lofty goals of sexually gratification were meager at best.  But into Jessica he went, filling her cunt and finding it deliciously snug fitting and pleasing to his cock.  He had humped, gripped the girl’s hips and blotted everything else from his mind—with the occasional glance to Cary and the Chief.  Cary had achieved his orgasm and splashed some onto the littler girl’s ass; then she turned about to receive a special anointing unto her sweet little angelic face.
	Phillip was awed beyond awe seeing Big Chief Run Amok’s cock completely buried up into the teen doe’s sex.  The girl for a time seemed to have been in distress, followed by anguish before finally getting into the groove of having her Chief’s monstrous cock in HER groove.
	Afterwards she crawled out of the tent.
	Phillip felt embarrassed to be naked with someone other than Cary.  After he had fucked his fill of Jessica he sat back; his cock ACHED!  How much more he could take or endure he didn’t know.  There had always been the want to “fuck” a girl, to see a girl naked, to see a girl peeing, sucking his cock, everything and anything—but DAMN!
	At length, though, the littler girl was directed to Phillip.  With a “no big deal” attitude she took Phillip’s member and “worked” it.  Phillip once more experienced awe coupled with disbelief and disturbance in his mind.  The littler girl worked his cock and it did take a little bit to get him hard, it was then yet another girl not yet twelve came into the tent, naked.  Short brown hair, small bubs for titties, no hair on her pussy, some welts to her bare ass and what looked like a brand mark to her no hair on her pussy cunt!
	The new girl came and by conveyed nods she laid out on the mess of blankets, laid on her back opening her legs and began to finger herself while everyone but the two girls present watched.
	Phillip got hard.
	As he received his blow, Cary moved to Jessica.

	The Chief tugged on the pipe, grinned and made some comment in his language.  Plus he farted and thought it was very hilarious.  Cary applied a swift hand to the Jessica’s ass, two light swifts smacks and then a hard determined to bring an instant welt smack nearly sending the girl out of her skin.
	Jessica, though, made no sounds—there was a sharp yelp of admitting pain but she otherwise remained silent.  She breathed hard, clenched the blankets, and endured.  Cary smacked her ass until it was puce, then he applied his cock to a hole undetermined to Phillip and dutifully fucked her for several long enduring minutes.
	Meanwhile, Phillip’s tool had lambasted the littler girl’s mouth.
	There was instant relief, satisfaction, and pleasure—then there was some remorse.  His cock drained completely into the child’s mouth—Phillip was torn; it WAS pleasurable to ejaculate, and the littler girl was cute; but she was little—maybe six?  He had always thought himself to have that what you call “morals” and naughty business with girls under ten or so was just wrong, really wrong.
	But she was cute and dousing her tonsils with his liquid love had been incredible, followed by shooting the rest of his ball juice onto her sweet innocent face.  She was well trained, broken—like the others.
	Like the others…
	And there were others.  Many others.
	After Cary had fucked his fill of Jessica he was worn out, covered in sweat, and his cock throbbed not so much with pleasure.  He sat back and made some sort of acknowledgement to the Chief, Phillip was whacked in his own world with what he had seen and done.  His participation annoyed him, he didn’t want to cum off into or onto girls who weren’t so willing.  But then again, it kind of was alright.  Kind of.
	The new girl fingered herself; her face was blank and Phillip thought she was staring at him—but she was just simply staring, methodically fingering her obviously well fucked sex.  
	Another doe came into the tent, naked, long sleek black hair, head bowed and in her upper teens.  The Chief said something in their language and the girl left.  Phillip sat back and tried not to look at the newer girl, or the littler girl he had just emptied his balls onto her face.
	“Good stuff, huh, boy?” Phillip’s naughty kidnapper snickered.
	Phillip didn’t know what to say, so he nodded his head and shrugged, “Yeah.” But the circumstances were annoying just the same.

	Food and drink was brought to the Chief’s tent.  The teen girl remained, standing after her delivery; occasionally she and Phillip locked eyes.  It was brief, though, and they both diverted their eyes elsewhere.  Phillip (and Cary) partook of the food and drink; Phillip wasn’t sure what it was exactly he was eating—it sort of looked like breakfast cereal, but it was sweat with bits of something Phillip thought to be sausage?
	The drink was fruity in unmarked bottles.
	After supping, more toking.  Phillip began to feel a little strange, lightheaded with tingling sensations in his hair.  Jessica remained on her hands and knees.  The littler girl had wiped her face and curled up on the blankets and gone to sleep.  The other girl was awake, laying out on the blankets, waiting.  The Chief’s doe collected the wooden bowls, emptied bottles, and left.
	Thereafter, nap time.

	Phillip’s droggy mind came dully to an awakened state of being.  He felt hot, stinky, and weak.  In his tummy their was great turmoil, in his mind there was even worse with images of his family in peril.  Slowly his eyes peeled open; Jessica was finally laying down, curled up asleep, her back to everyone else in the tent.
	The Chief had the littler girl working on his knob, just his knob ‘cause that was all that she could get into her young mouth.  The girl, Maddison, was turned laying against the Chief so as the Chief could caress her ass, finger her, and get off into her mouth…
	The newer girl, Kellie, lay on top of Cary taking his cock into her young cunny.  They must have been humping for a while as cum was already dripping and coating the Cary’s cock.  His hands clamped tightly to the girl’s ass which was a little shaded in red.  Her ass was pulled open revealing to Phillip her well fucked gooied asshole.
	Phillip got wood.
	He didn’t really want to, but then again…
	When Cary and Phillip locked eyes, Cary smiled and gave a head nod, “come join us.”  Phillip semi-reluctantly crawled over and was clumsy, shy, embarrassed, and unsure about what he was to do.  Cary squeezed Kellie’s ass, pulling the cheeks as wide as possible while still maintaining a hump up into her cunt.
	Phillip was a little grossed out about schlepping his schlong into a gobbered hole, but he positioned himself and after a couple of failed attempts made dutiful entry and participated in his first double-team.

	The feeling, the sensation, the overwhelming awe of it all seethed tremendously thru his fifteen year old body.  His balls slapped as he drove his dick into the young girl’s asshole; it didn’t take long before all he wanted to do was fuck—to fuck and cum—to cum and then fuck again.  Pussy (and asshole) was all there was in life, it was all he wanted to do.
	Getting off, though, took a little while.  Phillip thought his dick was explode he humped Kellie’s hole so hard.  He strained hard into her then pumped furiously hard until finally juts of liquid love bursted out his piss slit coating awaiting turds in Kellie’s tract.
	He was virtually useless thereafter.  After the final jut he strained a little, pumped a couple more times then “fell away” to lay on his back heaving.  It was the most incredible fuck he had ever had.  Ever!
	With his mind once more thoroughly overwhelmed he lost time (or consciousness of time) for the next thing he knew he was being gently awakened.  He was more than simply “groggy”; his mind was more than in simple “uproar”.  Mass confusion existed in his mind, he couldn’t think straight nor see perfectly straight.  And he smelled—bad.  His cock hurt, his head hurt, and there was a ringing in his ears.
	Whether or not anyone was in the Chief’s tent, including the Chief, Phillip didn’t know as he was quickly ushered out of the tent to be kissed by morning sun.  It was a guess of morning sun, could be evening sun, or another day sun or …
	The air was fresh, though, with some strange smells wafting on the light breeze.  He felt drunk, he had been drunk before—just once.  There was the lightheadedness, blurred vision, and a feeling of inadequacy, not feeling himself.  His benefactor (kidnapper) guided him by the arm elsewhere.
	It was sort of a blur but there were a few tents about the rocky area, and the “area” was a maze of giant boulders and small canyons.  There were holes of various sizes in the canyon walls, and some in the boulders, too.  The holes were “rooms.”  Some of the holes had curtains concealing whatever was going on within.
	There was a large cave where Phillip was led, inside were more mindblowing experiences beyond comprehension.  There were horse hitches, shorter than the normal ones, and girls of various ages were bent over them, their arms stretched out and secured by rope to wooden stakes pounded into the hard ground of the cave.  The girls’ legs were splayed out some and they were in great peril.

	Several naked Indians of various ages spanked the girls.  Some of the girls of various ages, too, lost consciousness after being so well spanked; some of the girls had welts to their bare bums.  There were blondes, red heads, brown and dark haired girls from as young as twelve to as young as sixteen or so.  
	After much ado about beating the girls, the Indians then fucked the girls and weren’t nice about it, either.  
	Phillip had wood.  He still felt ill and hot but watching the treatment of the girls got him hard.  Damn!

	Out of the cave to a large structure shaped kind of like a “dome.”  It was covered in layers of brush and mud (mostly mud) with an opening at the top and a single “door”.  Outside the structure was a large pit filled with rocks.  Hot rocks ‘cause there was a fire under them, mostly coals but a fire nevertheless.
	“What’s this?” naked Phillip with a boner asked.
	“It’s an Indian sweat lodge.”
	“What’s it for?”
	“Well, in the olden days of the Indian on the plains and elsewhere the sweat lodge was ceremonial, a rite of passage, and served a purpose for the hunt.”
	“The hunt?”
	“See those rocks,” Cary said pointing to the mound of rocks, “they are heated by the fire then taken inside the lode.  Then, the Chief or one of his flunkies pours a cup of water on the rocks which are placed in a shallow pit.  The water poured onto the rocks creates steam and there’s only one open opening up top.  The steam circulates and cleans the body, kind of like a bath but better.
	“Then they can hunt without being detected.”
	“Cool.”
	The Chief was there with a couple of his “flunkies” and with a head nod Cary and Phillip entered into the sweat lodge.

	What happened inside the lode of sweat Phillip wasn’t really sure for certain.  It was hot, he broke into a sweat almost instantly, and felt like he was going to pass out.  It was dark inside, musty, and hot.  There were others already inside but Phillip couldn’t rightly make them out.  Cary guided him to a “side” of the lodge where he was positioned firstly sitting up.  There were ritualistic chantings that went on firstly, followed by the partaking of the “pipe” and a drink of cool water, not cold, cool.

	Another tug round from the pipe and the chanting stopped.
	How long a pause there was Phillip didn’t know, he lay down and found cool air at the ground level and that helped.  He felt a lot better btu go the heaves just the same.  His eyes were swirling and a wash of heat surged thru his body like a firestorm.  He knew what was coming and there was no stopping it.  Quickly he turned his head so to relieve his ill from under the structure lip—and he heaved a lot.
	When done heaving he lay his head on the sandy ground and breathed hard—it was then he noticed a butt at his face.  It was smooth, hairless, not too big.  Determining whether or not it was a “guy” butt or a “girl” butt was difficult—until the owner of the undetermined butt “scratched” pulling a cheek to reveal no set of nuggets.  
	Thoughts of his sister came to mind.
	Then his Mom and Dad.
	He had straddled his Dad’s lap and taken his cock up into his asshole!
	He had fucked his Mom, shaven her cunt, peed on her face, and ejaculated onto her face!  He had fucked her in the ass and spanked her.  There was spanking done unto his sister, too.  And he liked it.  A mass of confusion swept thru his mind; he had always somewhat dreamed and fantasized about being naughty with his sister—she had not relented very much.  They had engaged in touchy-feely but not to the extremes of desires Phillip desired.
	And his Mom.
	He had seen glimpses of his Mom naked, mostly in her underwear.  He had never heard her fart, but he had heard his Dad and sister rip ‘em.  There was a good report with his sister, they liked each other.  But love?  He guessed so—he wasn’t exactly sure for certain what “love” was.
	He knew what sex was, though.  Avidly he worked his cock into a fever almost on a daily basis.  Every girl he knew at school he imagined naked or at the very least in their panties.  Then, seeing said girl(s) in their swimwear, gym shorts, cheerleader outfits sent him to the roof—or flying to the bathroom to a private stall to beat off.
	Cumming off by his hand was something, cumming off IN pussy and asshole and mouth was tremendous!  He knew he wanted to do it again and again and again and again and again and…
	When the wave of unpleasant nausea passed he sat up.  Straddling the steaming rock pit was a teenage girl with some narly torpedo titties.  She was in her late teens, long lithe body, nice butt.  Long dark hair covered most of her face, and like Jessica in the Chief’s tent, didn’t move.

	On the far side of the sweat house were others, two women and a young teen and then a young-young girl.  The two women were on their hands and knees being spanked—hard!  The young teen lay positioned over a log being fucked by a teen Indian—hard!  The young-young girl approx. ten or so slurped schlong.
	How many stud Indians (and guests) there were Phillip didn’t know, but the young girl went to all them, sucking them until they creamed off inside her mouth or onto her face (or both!)  
	Cary and Phillip got their turn.  For a moment or so Phillip was a little disturbed and reluctant to join in.  But his dick WAS hard, the girl WAS cute.  She never wiped any of the goo splooged onto, just brushed back her blond hair from her eyes and went to service this cock and then the other.  She engulfed each new dick working it, sucking it fully, sucking on the head and diddling her tongue to the piss slit, rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown, then devouring the dick until it squirted.
	The young teen being fucked got nailed by all, too.  After the buck fucked her he giggled and pulled away, crawled away and disappeared into the darkness of the sweat lodge.  Another buck came up and took his turn.
	The two women being smacked just got smacked.  One had dark hair and was approx. in her late twenties.  The woman beside her had a smoker’s face, a druggy’s face.  Her blond hair was the “dirty blond” type and she twisted, arched her body, and made grimaces as she was belted.
	Phillip stared down to the little girl as she came to him, smiled, and filled his heart and soul with awe.  She was SOOOO cute!  Those pretty blue eyes, Indian cum glistening on her face, man juice dripping from her nose, coating her hair.  Phillip’s cock urged and all he could do was watch as she took his member, worked it in her little hands, then sucked it.
	Somehow he looked up—only to see the girl on the log being spanked; the young woman (dark hair) was sucking cock AND taking it in the ass.  The other woman was having her ass peed on by three Indians who were way stoned.
	Suddenly Phillip felt the “urge” upon him, ‘should I cum in her mouth or on her face?’ not that it really mattered.  There was no time to pull out and shoot his load onto her face, his cum exploded from his balls, surging thru his cock and into the little girl’s mouth.
	There was instant relief.  It didn’t last long enough, of course, and knowing that, Phillip continued his efforts humping the child until there absolutely was no more.  

*

and now the story gets dark…
	Sitting on the flat rock just right for sitting he stared near blankly out into the vast empty desert.  Occasionally he thought he saw lights traveling across the landscape.  Traffic?  How far away?  It was guessed quite a lot, twenty miles, maybe thirty, maybe more.
	Behind him slipped up his kidnapper/benefactor.
	“Told you not to look.”
	Phillip nodded, he knew—but he couldn’t help it.  It was the same thing for everyone, once told Don’t Touch That Tree, Don’t cross the street without a crosswalk, don’t take what aint yours, and don’t look in a cave when you’ve been told not to.
	He looked.
	And he really-really wished he hadn’t for inside this one cave was a scene of complex horror that shook him to his core.  There were several Indians about, milling about nonchalantly while a black girl was—was—in great peril.  She was tied with her hands and feet bound behind her; a rod—A ROD—had been pushed THRU HER body; from her asshole to her mouth.  The rod was a steel rod (of course) with a blunt end so as not to “tear” organs as it made its travel thru the teenage girl’s body.  It was coated in blood the few inches that protruded from her mouth along with a bit of “meat” dangling from its blunt end.
	And if that was perilous enough, the late teen was positioned over a fire!  Part of the fire was coals and the rest was blazing flames that licked the girl’s body—and she was still breathing!  Her eyes were glazed over and she snorted snot.  Occasionally a stream of pee spilled from her burnt pussy to sizzle on the half sheet of metal covering the fire pit.  
	It was too complex for young Phillip’s mind to comprehend.
	Luckily, “friend” Cary came along (after telling him “Don’t look into any of the caves” and scurried him away (before he saw the WORST of the black teen’s torture) 
	Which was?
	Occasionally an Indian would come up and take a “well done” piece of her body (meat/flesh) and dunk it into a bowl of soup.
	“What did she do?” Phillip wanted to know, “to deserve that?”
	“She tried inciting others to disobey, fight back.” Cary answered.
	Phillip was still in dismay, he couldn’t fathom anyone deserving that sort of mistreatment.  “Will she die?” he asked.
	“Eventually.” A long, slow, painful death.

	It made Phillip sick and he hurled his stomach contents into the desert.  Cary stayed with him, held him even.  There were other “horrors” in the Indian caves that were just as deplorable and worthy of hurling over.  After much ado about puking his guts out, it was time for some sex.
	In another cave there were some girls in distress, but none were being cooked.  The girls in the new cave had their heads concealed with blankets and other coverings; Phillip didn’t ask why and Cary didn’t say.  It was guessed, though, that the girls ranged in age from ten to teen (late teen); those girls who could/should have poon pie fur—didn’t.  All showed signs of sex experience.
	Two girls were on their backs on some blankets, legs held out wide and tied by rope to secure them.  The blanket concealing their identities just covered their faces; leaving their young delectable breasts to be admired while their sex was once more violated.
	Three girls were positioned on their hands and knees—atypical.
	The three girls aforementioned were being spanked.  One girl had a brand marring on her left butt cheek.  Phillip noted that on the pussy of one of the girls on her back had a brand marring there.  His dick was hard.  He heard screams from one of the adjoining caves,
	“Someone’s getting branded.”
	“Why?”
	“Oh,” Cary drawled, “various reasons.”
	“Like what?”
	Cary paused, wrinkled his nose, then said, “Well, some deserve it, for running away, not doing as told; stuff like that.”
	“What else?” Phillip asked sensing that there was more “deserving” reasons.
	“Well, some get it to bring them in line.”
	“Why?”
	Cary held back, methodically stroked his favorite organ and said,
	“Well, basically, if you want to really know, it means they’ve become personal property to one of these Injuns.”
	“Holy crap!” Phillip exclaimed.
	Cary nodded and before it could fully sink into the boy he tugged him to the festivities.  He went right to the three girls who were in the midst of being spanked.  He smiled, got a gleam in his eyes and smoothed his hand over a young teen’s fanny, then smacked it.  Nodding to Phillip the boy sidestepped over to a girl’s bared bum and gave it a smack, too.
	“What is it with you and spanking?”

	Cary smiled, “Well,” he drawled, “there was a time before this time where that was my job.”
	Huh?

Backfill
	Just outside of London (England) Cary Andrews worked in security, loss prevention to be exact at a major metropolis mall.  Usually the manner of dealing the shoplifters was for the police and/or parents (as usually the shoplifting was done by young hooligans and wanna-be holligans.)
	And in some cases, the perpetrator was not yet a teen.  Usually boys pilfering video games, popular shoes, jewelry, and the very popular music CDs.  
	Usually boys.
	Some girls.
	One particular girl had been setup by her friends to pilfer some music CDs.  She (and her friends) had been observed long before the actual pilfering took place.  The “set up” girl never had a chance.  As she made for the door after illegally acquiring the exit was blocked by three security guards, with two more coming up from behind her.  She was already beyond the loss prevention sensor and INSIDE the foyer of the double entrance doors—so she had no intention of paying for the four popular CDs she had tucked inside her pants.
	Security Chief Cary Andrews set aside his lunch, wrinkled his nose and gave a light glare to the miscreant girl before him.
	“What school do you go to?” he asked as his flunkies departed to private security room.
	“St. Julians.” the girl replied being very frightened. 
	“And the good nuns at Julians teach Five-Finger Discounting?”
	“No, sir.” answered the girl who was no more than eleven.
	Chief Cary looked over the CDs she had pulled from her pants and placed on the desk.  Thrash and Goth music, “You listen to this stuff?”
	The timid girl shook her head, “No.”
	“Your mates put you up to it, eh?”
	The girl nodded, “Yes.”
	“And now they’re gone, and you’re hear.”
	The girl nodded with her head bowed.
	“I bet you’re Mum and Daddy wont be too pleased having to come down to the station house to fetch you.”
	The little girl’s eyes widened to horrific state.  She began to breath hard and sweat all over—and clench between her legs.

	“Mummy and Daddy?” she almost wailed.
	“Aye, proper procedure for the likes of you.”
	“I-I didn’t mean it!” the girl DID wail her plea.
	“Well, I’m sorry about that I am, but you--”
	“Please, sir, please, don’t call my Mum and Dad!”
	Chief Andrews picked thru some papers, picked up the phone and began to press buttons.  He frowned and made murmurings, 
	“What is it?” the girl asked.
	“Well, I just realized this is Friday, you’ll have to be spending the weekend at Carrington House (juvenile facility) before seeing--”
	There was no scream or other utterance from the young offender, but upon hearing of her pending weekend stay at Carrington lambasted her greatly.  She couldn’t breath, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t close her mouth.
	“Familiar with Carrington House already are ye?”
	The girl shook her head, “Not personally.” But she had heard of it.
	“And I suppose the Lord Mayor will hear of this, and the papers, your friends, most certainly your school where after you wont be going back there again; of course, you’ll be having a stint or see at best a year at--”
	The preteen girl lost it then and began to shed enough water to fill the Thames ten times over.
	Chief Andrews set the phone back and pushed a box of tissue towards the crying girl.  “Well,” he said, “maybes we can make something else work instead.”
	“Oh please, sir, anything, ANYTHING!” she was desperate.
	Sitting back, the Chief of Security smiled and gouged the heel of his hand into his growing bone.

	Emily Capache was eleven.  Light brown hair, did so-so well in her schooling, had a few friends but just moved to the area from Thetford.  The “few” friends were a mix of older girls who had instantly discovered Emily’s naivety and thusly put her up to pilfering some CDs placing her in the unfamiliar situation of being before a magistrate.
	But she had options before having her Mum and Daddy called AND before being hauled off to Carrington.  The young girl needed a couple of minutes to compose herself; when done so she slowly arose from her chair and came around to stand at the CoS’s side.  

	For eleven she wasn’t bad, she looked ten, not much in the titty department, small framed body and a sweet face.  Her light brown hair was styled but overly so with two locks coiffing her plain angelic face with the remainder cascading part way down her shoulders.
	She was scared—and rightly so she should be.
	“Right,” said the Chief, “down you go.”
	Emily Capache knew the deal there, she laid down across the man’s lap, hands out before her touching the floor.  She couldn’t help but tighten up, clench her darling little butt, and sniveling at the impending doom that was about to befall her.
	The Chief examined minutely the girl’s backside, ‘specially her ass.  Licking his lips he took in the child’s body, pulling her shirt up to reveal her bare backside skin.  Then, just peeking, he could see the top of her panty hem.  Slowly he placed a hand on her butt, patted it, then made small circles before squeezing one cheek, the other, then raised his hand to make the first smack.
	Emily jolted; her young nimble body clenched tightly all over but there was hardly a chance to react as another swift and direct smack landed on her tender ass.  Another swat came, followed by another and then another.  By then the girl was twisting and sniveling louder her distress.
	The Chief stood the sniveling girl up, “Hey now, what’s all this then?”
	Emily, of course, was unable to say word one as she greatly caressed her bum.  The Chief brought out his hanky and dabbed away her tears.
	“You’ve done a bad thing--”
	“I know, sir, and I’m rightly sorry for it.”
	“I know you are, but punishment is a necessary thing, an’ once it’s over that will that and no one will know ‘ceptin’ you and me.”
	“Is it over?”
	Not quite.
	“Take ‘em down.”
	Emily squeezed her eyes squeezing out more tears and managed a,
	“Take ‘em down, sir?”
	To wit the CoS grabbed her pants by his fingers and tugged them,
	“Aye, m’lady, take ‘em down; take yer bleedin’ pants DOWN!”
	Emily lost her ability to breathe and she struggled to comprehend “take ‘em down.”  She did manage, her sniveling stopped, she blinked her eyes excessively, then fumbled undoing her jeans to slowly push them down.

	Nice white typical knickers greeted the leering lusting Chief.  He smiled admiring the girl clad in her snug fitting plain white undies, then nodded to her indicating that she should once more “lay down.”
	Emily whined and clenched all the more—then assumed the position, gritting her teeth and clenching up all over.  The Chief of Security caressed her butt, smoothing his hand all over—once more squeezing the cheeks one at a time before smacking her.
	One smack, two smacks, three smacks, four!  The young girl could hardly stand such treatment.  She seethed snot thru her nose and wailed so, thrashing about madly in terrific agony.  Then she was stood up.
	There was much crying going on about, she could only breath hard and caress her blistered bum babbling between sobs “It hurts!  It hurts!”
	“It’ll pass, lass, it will pass.” soothed the Chief.  Then,
	“We’ve a bit more of this and then we’re done.”
	Emily couldn’t believe what she heard “a bit more of this.”  She was shocked and highly dismayed.  “No more, sir, please!  No more!”
	Yes more!
	While Emily stood shaking and trembling so all over, the Chief hooked her knickers and pushed them down.  He was greeted with a nice hairless smoothed cunt.
	Daddy like!

	Naturally the little girl wailed and even fussed some,
	“Take yer licking proper or it’s off to Carrington with ye!”
	Emily no longer cared and took a bit of doing to wrestle her back into place for her to “take her licking.”  The smack to her bare arse was swift and created great distress.  Her young bum tightened up as the pain inflicted was most immense.  Two intense smacks later and there was a pause—however brief.  During the “pause” there was a “feel.”  Young Emily in immeasurable pain was not aware of the feel; the Chief roamed his hands all about the burning arse, smiling as the heat from his disciplining of tender flesh seared his hand.
	At length he parted the girl’s cheeks quickening a glance at her bung hole.  It was virginal, as was her pussy.  The Chief leaned to where he could drop a bit of spittle onto the clenching rim; then he began inserting his finger working it until it was all the way in.

	Emily was still too distraught to realize anything going on.  The Chief caressed her seared bum to his delight and finger fucked her asshole until such a time was that he had to stand up.  Off came Emily’s shirt; placing the sniveling girl on his desk he removed then her pants and panties.  The girl sat sniveling, confused, and unaware…
	The Chief stood and to Emily’s disbelief unfurled his manhood.
	Despite the flood of tears the girl had very pretty blue eyes, her mouth hung open as her pretty blues locked onto the CoS’s manhood.  A question was asked of her but she didn’t hear it—“have you ever seen one before?”  The Chief stroked the member; then, gently pushed the girl down (onto the desk.)  He then opened her legs and took a long gander at her naughty bit.  Emily clenched her hands to the desk, eyes wide staring up to the plain beige ceiling.  Meanwhile, the Chief had taken his astute attention of the girl’s naughty bit to the next level—fingering.
	With thumb and finger he worked the smooth skin of the girl’s sex; meanwhile his other hand did likewise to his growing cock.  Emily squirmed, and when she squirmed too much she got her ankles grabbed and yanked up—then a flurry of smacks to her already blistered arse came to be.
	Emily continued to squirm but not as much or as great.  
	The Chief continued fingering the girl’s snatch to his delight—and he did delight.  It only lasted a few minutes or so; there were more pressing things other than masturbating a young girl’s pussy.  One was “going down” on the girl.
	When the Chief’s tongue came in contact with her delicate poon—Emily froze.  It was mind boggling and she could do nothing but lay still enduring the most crazed thing to ever have happened in her young life thus far.  The Chief engulfed the girl’s quim and breathed hot air into the crevice, plunged a finger into her asshole and then drove his tongue into her sex causing the girl to freak out.
	The Chief never minded the thrashing girl, he had her pinned and drove his tongue into her sex inciting her to new levels she had never known.  Little Emily twisted and let loose some pee.  The Chief didn’t care and drank her, licked, and nipped her until such a time as there was that could not be held back.
	Emily was allowed a brief respite—then something more than a “finger” or tongue touched her young cunny.  Emily blinked her eyes and stared up to the ceiling in some confusion.  Then there was discomfort—more than being fingered—more than the tongue.  

	Holing Emily’s legs up the Chief began burrowing his cock into her sex.  The head barely made headway, it was clear she was virgin.  The Chief of Security continued, pressing in, pulling out, rubbing on her cunt and humping before pushing back into sex.
	There was nothing Emily could do but endure.  She held her breath, undulated her mouth and young body, and accepted her fate.  The ceiling above her began to swirl, waves of intense heat washed over her body and a vile sickness began to erupt from her stomach soiling the back of her throat.
	With dramatic insistence the middle aged Chief managed to bury the head of his dick into the girl’s sex, breaking her hymen came nextly and then the push was on to get the shaft of his manhood in and let the fucking begin.  Emily endured, her mind blanking out as the rape of her young body continued.

	“And THEN what happened?”
	The night air kissed the two naughty companions, a coyote howled not too distantly, the moon became obscured by wafting clouds.  (Former) Security Chief C Andrews concluded that after much ado about humping the girl, he finally managed a goodly amount of man juice to flood her interior.  
	Almost all of his cock was in her; the squirting began and it shot back along his powerful thrusting cock, coating his balls and pooling underneath Emily’s ass.  He strained HARD ejaculating ALL that he had (at the moment) then pumped until his energy levels began to drain—significantly.
	He still, though, had some energy and he pulled out to hump the child’s cunt a little more.  Her nipples had hardened, her sweet face was coated in sweat, her eyes glazed over, and she murmured nonsensical strings of words.
	The Chief continued, humping until every last bit of his cream was expended.  Then there was a mess; his blood coated cock, balls, and the girl’s pussy.  Picking up the girl’s panties he wiped her clean, then his cock and balls.  He needed rest, but there was no time.  A drink of Old Speckled Hen hit the spot, sitting down he took a shot of something stronger, then turned Emily over.
	The girl’s ass was still tomato red.  Smoothing his hands over the still burning flesh the Chief got a little hard.  It was a nice ass, perfectly shaped, smooth, and virgin.  Down went his tongue, licking the seared flesh, nipping the cheeks a little but mostly just slobbering all over.  At length, though, he parted Emily’s cheeks and delved inward to her hole.

	Young Emily didn’t move, not much.  She did some, she peed, too.  The Chief didn’t seem to mind, he was more attentive in licking her anal rim, fingering her anal rim, and prepping for dutiful intrusion of his bigger finger.
	Another swig of ale followed by a jigger swallow of whiskey and he was slap/spanking Emily’s ass with his hardening cock.  Emily didn’t move much, she reacted only slightly to her bum being assaulted—only coming apart when the true intrusion began.
	But pressed against the great oaken desk she was pinned and in no way a threat.  The Chief’s cock, though, wasn’t as strong as it was the first time breeching the girl’s pussy.  And with the girl’s hole being virginal made the penetration attempt even more difficult.  
	But perseverance being what it was…

	Holding Emily’s hands tightly behind her, her waist pinned against the desk, her legs pressed against the desk outwardly so, the Chief’s mostly hard cock slid into her virgin shitter making great headway.  Young Emily cried out in some anguish but mostly her outbursts were curbed by the sheer unmitigated assault to her bum; and the twisting of her hands and arms, too.
	The air of London town wasn’t good for his skin, he was constantly soothing them with one type of hand goop or another.  The goop also served a dual purpose…
	Emily grunted as the pumping of her asshole commenced.  The Chief filled her asshole with most of his meatstick, pumped as hard as he could to stimulate his nads and soon flooded her anal tract with his liquid goo.  He swore he saw “smoke” smoldering from her hole as he pulled out and anointed her still fiery flesh with his cum.
	Another round of spanking via his cock to her bum and the “punishment” was over.

	“What happened then?”
	“Got her dressed, got her a little drunk.”  Kept her in his office until after hours then slipped her out a back door to his car where he simply took her to his flat.  Then, he bathed her and engaged sexually with her over the course of a week’s time.
	Phillip was awed.  “Wow.”  then, “Did she ever go home, did you let her go?” 
	“Eventually, aye.” 
	There was more but Cary wasn’t telling.

*

and yet, there’s still more…
	When the bite of the night air began to sting, it was time to seek shelter.  Phillip was tired, his mind in complete disarray and he literally knew not himself, up from down, his asshole from a hole in the ground.  Cary guided him to a teepee that was empty inside.  Phillip was glad ‘cause he didn’t think he could fuck anymore.
	As he lay on a mass of blankets, his body finally calming, he posed a question:  “how come there’s no boys here?” he had seen white girls, a couple of Asian girls, and that poor black girl, but no boys.
	“You don’t want to know.” Cary replied.
	Oh?
	“I don’t?”
	“No, you don’t.”
	Phillip didn’t know what to make of that—so he let it be.  He closed his eyes and managed to blot out the horrible sights that filled his mind and confused him all the more.  There was sleep at last, then the next thing he knew he was being woken up—daylight streamed in thru a small opening at the top.
	“We’re burning daylight.” the naked Cary said.  “A new day today, let’s not waste it.”
	Phillip was groggy, droggy, and confoundedly confused.  And his mouth was dry.  Stumbling out of the teepee the morning sun was already up over the high rim of the secluded canyon.  Following Cary, Phillip stumbled along the sandy pathways among the various tents coming to a large cave where there were many Indians, girls on hitching posts being spanked and fucked from behind; girls who were very young performing oral jobs, and breakfast being served by Indian does.
	It seemed to be some sort of hot cereal, it tasted a little odd; it was creamy, kind of bland, and had odd bits and pieces of meat.  Phillip polished off the bowl and when a big Indian who was supping with them began to grin and chortle, something clicked in Phillip’s mind.
	His stomach churned and then began to roll.
	The black girl!  The missing body parts!  Cannibals!
	Oh!
	Phillip fled the cave going blindedly all about the small maze canyon until he finally did burst out into the desert—upon which time he began to hurl.  A lot.

	Cary found him retching and hurling, pert near the point of coughing up his balls.  Cary caressed the boy’s shoulders—and never did say one way or another if what he/they had been eating had indeed been body parts!
	Lots and lots of water was required before the young Phillip regained some of his composure.  Some.  He was still felt flushed stared at the ground, avoiding looking up to any Indians or naked captives.  His benefactor guided him to a new cave where Phillip rested amass young naked teenage girls.
	Asian girls, plain white girls, two black girls, one Mexican girl.  From young teen to about ten.  All naked, all fresh (just brought in.)  They were new arrivals and were in the midst of being “broken-in.”  Phillip still felt ill and only watch a few of the girls taken by big strong Braves and put thru their paces.  More spanking.  The Braves easily overpowered the girls, forcing them to undress and then go behind makeshift partitions where various sex acts were performed (by them.)
	Phillip stared at the girls—his cock grew a little stronger and he wasn’t so flushed.  
	“Got one you like?” Cary whispered.
	Phillip blushed and felt embarrassed being naked so.  His eyes (and cock) were on two of the Asian girls, they were sisters, clad in school dress uniforms.  They were terrified, hands tied, and not yet “touched.”  
	The next thing Phillip knew he was behind a partition with the two frightened girls.  “Fuck their brains out, kid,” said Cary, “or you’ll get yours.”
	Phillip didn’t like that, and he was a little abashed about having to “fuck the brains out” of Kumiko and her sister, Misha.  They were Japanese girls with Kumiko at twelve and Misha ten.  Their hands were bound before them but their legs/ankles were free.  The urge to “fuck their brains out” had waned and Phillip didn’t know what to do.
	On one side of the partition a black girl was getting raped; a Brave had taken her, dragged her to the two wall partition—the partitions were made of skins (human skin? Ewewew) and stretched not too tight and were just walls with an opening.  A small lantern provided light for the otherwise dreary cave.  The partitions didn’t go all the way down to the ground, some had two inches of space, others had a bit more.
	When the black girl about fourteen years young fussed too much—she got her brains knocked out.  The big Brave smacked the shit out of her head knocking her into a delirious state of being.  Thereafter he ripped her clothes off, forced her legs open and proceeded to rape her.
	“You want that?” Phillip said to the girls.  They were frightened, horribly frightened, but they did have some sense about them and shook their heads indicating NO.  Phillip then sighed and felt the urge to pee.  he had just woken up and hadn’t peed yet.
	Positioning himself before Kumiko he opened her knees.  The girl was frightened and stared into his eyes. 
	“It’s me or them.”  Phillip told her.
	Kumiko choked back crying and laid herself back on the blankets, opened her legs, and waited.  Phillip knew that if he didn’t do naughty to the girls, one of the Indians would.
	Plain white panties, soiled (with pee) greeted him.  Slowly he pulled them down.  He did sort of want to fuck the girl, but then again—it was under duress and he didn’t want to go that route.  But he didn’t have a choice.
	‘Fuck their brains out, or you’ll get yours’ Cary the former security chief had said.  Phillip didn’t like the way that sounded at all.  He had seen some pretty vile shit since being wherever the hell it was he was.  He determined that it was better to be the Fucker than the Fuckee.  Way better.
	With Kumiko’s panties off she parted her own legs.  Phillip didn’t know if he was supposed to take off ALL of her clothes or what.  Though she was twelve, she didn’t have much in the way of breasts.  But it seemed to be the norm—everyone went naked.
	But to render Kumiko nude would have to have her hands unbound.  The rope that bound them was more than Phillip could undo.  So he let it be and took a gander at her pussy.  Not much hair was there, a little, but not much.  Kumiko began to snivel but it was controllable.  Phillip pushed her green pleated skirt up and began positioning himself onto the girl.  On the other side of Phillip one of the white girls was being reamed and reamed hard; she kept crying out “No, not there!” but…
	Kumiko’s eyes bulged as Phillip’s prong eased strongly and determinately into her sex.  He took his time and tried to be gentle, placing his fingers over the girl’s mouth he silenced her and lay gently on her busting her hymen and “fucking her brains out.”

	He wondered about her fate, after.  After he himself “fucked her brains out”, then what?  He guessed some other Indian would take her.  That would be sad.  She’d likely get doinked in the ass, in the mouth, and definitely in the pussy again.  And again.  And again.  What WAS this place?  Phillip couldn’t figure it and strove to get off but it was a struggle.

	He took his time, maybe that would help.  He noticed the black girl to his right was gone, replaced by white girl or one of the other Asian girls.  There wasn’t enough space from the bottom of the partition for to tell details of who was getting raped, age or Race or anything.  It was a rough fuck regardless and Phillip turned his attention back to Kumiko.
	His cock was all the way in her; the cries of anguish and distress from the adjacent partition distracted him; then he caught the eyes of Kumiko.  God!  She was pretty.  Perfectly round eyes, dark eyes.  Despite her mistreatment she was calm.  She had been scared and cried (a lot) but otherwise was calm about her ordeal.  Phillip’s cock swelled inside the girl and he finally began to feel the surge of his love.
	Kumiko bit her lower lip inward and showed some expression.  Phillip strove to get his nut, closing his eyes and pumping into the girl’s groove until squirts of goo began to spew.  
	What a relief!  Phillip moaned satisfaction and began to fuck harder.  
	Kumiko pursed her lips, held her breath, widened her eyes as her errant lover brought her to some semblance of having her own orgasmic bliss.  The girl’s mouth opened in awe as her first orgasm was a little overwhelming.
	Phillip humped, each pump seemed to be more intense than the last.  It was incredible!  He was humping hard and fast but on the other hand it seemed to be slow.  Straining began with the final juts of cum spewing into the broken girl’s pussy.  With the final jut Phillip’s energy was zapped.
	Laying on the girl he sweated, heaved, and felt a little sick.  His cock slipped out of the girl’s broken cunt.  Moving off of the girl took a little effort, thereafter he lay against her, his cock tingling like never before.
	Resting against Kumiko’s chest he could see a hapless girl in the other partition, he wasn’t too sure but she looked like one of the Mexican girls.  She was no more than thirteen.  Their eyes locked, she was nude and had small round breasts that jiggled as the Indian Brave who humped her was dramatically hard in his task.  ‘help me’ she conveyed with her eyes.
	Phillip was unable to help her, he couldn’t even help himself.
	The girl’s eyes bothered him, or her plight, and so he buried his face into body, sighed hard and somewhat went to sleep.  It wasn’t a relaxing sleep, just a rest of eyes, body, and cock.  Behind him in the other partition some girl grunted, cried, and the sound of balls slapping disrupted Phillip’s attempt at blissful sleep, too.

*

	‘I don’t want to,’ Phil said to Kumiko’s sister, Misha, ‘but it me or one of them.’ And “them” have bigger dicks.  Misha didn’t respond one way of the other, nor did her sister laying with bound hands right beside her.  Phil sighed, cum dripped from his dick, and the task of fucking the brains out of the ten year old Japanese girl was upon him.
	He knew, though, that after he had had his time with them, the various Indians would have them, too.  He was merely breaking them in.  He wondered what would happen if he didn’t?  Would he be punished?  That was certain, friend of Cary or not, and it would probably be Cary who did the punishment!
	With trembling fingers he eased Misha’s panties down.  Kumiko’s panties were soiled with her own pee, pussy blood, and blood from wiping her pussy blood from his dick.  He needed a shower.  A bath, a nice long soak in the bath.  And spaghetti—some reason he wanted a nice bowl of spaghetti with huge meatballs!
	With her panties down, also soiled from pee fright, Phillip needed “stimulation.”  His dick was shagged out—and needed a wash.  Going down on the girl he saw a girl to his right with her face grinding into the soil as an Indian took her from behind.  She wasn’t no more than twelve.
	Attention returned to Misha and her pissy pussy.  He didn’t mind too much, it was a little disgusting but he licked it, lapped it, and nipped the flesh of the entrance.  She trembled all over and Phillip couldn’t see himself doinking her.  So he didn’t.
	He licked her out, fingered her, and figured he had better at least “break her hymen”—but with his fingers.  Thereafter he lay on her just placing his cock against her cunt and humping.  He didn’t get hard (and couldn’t).  He just humped and tried to get hard, cooed to the frightened ten year old and let it be.

	Lunch was something like hamburgers; ‘cept there was no cheese, no lettuce, no tomato, no sauce.  Phillip noshed but his stomach turned as the “taste” of the burger that was a mess tasted a little “strange.”  Then the biting into something hard freaked him out as when he looked he swore—he swore it was bone!
	OH!

	Again, Cary found Phillip staring off into the desert—this after another bout of hurling puke.  
	“You’re going to have to get used to it.”
	Phillip looked strangely to him, “Why?”
	Cary didn’t answer but looked off into the empty desert, too.
	“H-how long are we, am I, going to stay here, be here?”
	Cary didn’t answer, he just reared back, sighed, and farted.
	Phillip’s stomach churned some more.
	They sat for awhile, Phillip posed another question,
	“So how’d you come to the States?”

Ah, time flies when you’re spanking
	“It’s good to be versatile,” Cary began, “I took a job at a school, an administration type job, another sort of “security” position.”  He paused and looked longingly out to the desert.  His story slowly spilled from his lips filling his young companion’s mind.
	While sitting at a pub early one evening he saw some girls he knew where “not of age” to belong in among the horny men from the nearby institution for higher learning.  The girls fit in and were passing them off as eighteen when in fact—they weren’t.  Not quite.  Cary had seen them before, in his mall participating in a play from their school—and it wasn’t a school for “higher learning” but moderate learning for fifteen to eighteen year olds.
	 Cary took a lenient view of this, and would have let it pass with a usual quiet word to the headmistress of the girls’ school as per the norm.  But there were some junior bobbies in training who were about the various pubs on the patrol for identifying those who should not be within the confines of a pub.
 	Cary and the Headmistress in Charge of Brighton Secondary School were friends, not close friends but that was about to change.  He wasn’t a “snitch” but it was for the girls’ safety he had in mind; so he let it be known to Clarissa Gustasia what was happening under her nose.  The staunch woman towering some 6’3 inches didn’t take the news well.
 	“Will you help me in disciplining them?” she asked.
  	Cary smiled and nodded indicating that he would.
 	Arriving at the Headmistress’s study the following day to find six young ladies already lined up outside it the private office.  The girls looked a little solemn with heads bowed; they knew their ass was grass—literally.
 	When Cary entered he was met with the cold stare of his friend, when the door shut, the corners of her lips quivered and then broken into a smile.

 	“I think you’ve got them scared.” Cary said to her, “I think I smell pee and poo from them!”
  	Clarissa’s smile became more and she moved from around her desk to embrace her long time friend.  The embrace became earnest in nature, they kissed and began to grope one another with Cary pushing Clarissa onto her very nice ornate desk imported from Russian.  Clarissa herself was indeed, Russian.
	As their passion intensified Cary began to fish out his hardened member.
	“Ut-uh,” said Clarissa wavering her finger before his face, then she whispered, “save it for later, after.”
	Settling their passion Cary straightened out his coat and stood definite at Clarissa’s desk.  Clarissa then opened the door, “You first.” she said with a firm voice.  Fifteen year old Belinda Rang slowly made her way in, clenching all over from her toes to “wherever.”  Lovely long brown hair, firm ripened breasts.  For fifteen she was of proper weight but a little taller by a couple of inches than most girls.  She was thin and very aware that she was in deep shit.
	Clarissa was a strapping gal herself; long straight dark brown hair and a pear-shaped figure.  She kept the long dark brown hair up in a tight bun when on duty and very seldom let it down—to Cary, he liked it either way.  The staunch woman in her 40s was a vixen either way!
  	Clarissa had Belinda stand on a small brown mat in front of the desk.  hen she walked around the girl, saying nothing—it was for ambience.  Then, she turned sharply and began questioning the miscreant about her misdemeanor.  She asked whether Belinda was aware that both the school rules and the law strictly forbade visits to pubs. 
 	Belinda was asked if she knew what the legal penalties were for such infractions.  Belinda shook her head accompanied by a small shoulder shrug along with a low mummer of “everyone is doing it.”
 	Headmistress Gustasia turned to Cary who stood smartly in a nice three piece suit.  Slowly he placed his hands on his hips pushing back his coat, revealing there on his waist belt a badge, a police badge.
 	“Oh shit.” Belinda burbled.  Not good—no, not good at all.
 	“Do you intend to take this miscreants to the magistrates?”
 	Cary stressed the stressed the serious nature of her offence; and, in great detail, the severity of the legal penalties.  It was stated that charges would have to be brought because then he himself would get into trouble “And I haven’t done anything wrong to warrant.”

 	“Your parents will be called and the Lord Mayor,”
 	The girl’s eyes bulged and she began to heave.
	“A weekend stint in the detention center before the magistrate will see you on Monday noon.”
 	“Not too mention you will be most definitely expelled.” added the Headmistress.  
	“You’re looking at least six months; but probably will be on a work detail with minimal incarceration of probably no more than three months.”
 	Young Belinda’s head began to swirl, she breathed hard and sweated harder.  A night of risqué partying had dire consequences indeed.
 	Clarissa turned addressed Belinda asking if she had anything to say in her defense.  Belinda couldn’t utter word one.
 	“Well, Miss Rang”, said the Headmistress, “You have flagrantly violated school rules. For that, you must be punished.” pause for dramatic effect, “and here’s how it is to play.  You have two options, Miss Rang, My way or the Constable’s way.  The Constable here is in support of either option.”
 	Belinda mulled it over, then, with a shrug, “What’s your way?” She already knew what the Constable’s “way” was, carting her off to the detention center with her parents, the magistrate, expulsion from school, and everything else.
 	“Discipline, here and now, with Constable Andrews here to witness it.”
	Belinda Rang gulped, sweated more, rolled her eyes, and was indecisive.  
	The Headmistress smacked her desk with her riding croup, a typical tool most headmistress were equipped with.  “Tut-tut now, child, we’re waiting!  Do you think me and Constable have nothing else to do today but stand here and wait for your answer!”
 	The poor girl was in a personal tizzy, going over in her mind the pros and cons:  Headmistress or Constable.  Neither were very promising.
	“Wh-what’s going to happen?” Belinda asked nervously looking to the Headmistress.  She already knew what was to happen to here if she chose the Constable’s way.
	Clarissa stepped around her desk to withdraw from a desk drawer a paddle, the object of discipline.
	“Oh shit.” Belinda murmured again.
 	“When the deserving discipline is over, I will ask the Constable whether, in the light of what he has seen, he is satisfied and at his discretion let you be on your way.”
  	Belinda Rang licked her lips nervously, clenched her butt, tugged in her lower lip—then made a look to “Constable” Andrews.  A pair of handcuffs normally used for thugs, muggers, rapists, murderers, and vandals was out in display in his hands.  The sweat on her brow began to run and she had the need to pee.
	A weekend in the detention center?
	She shook her head to herself then turned to her Headmistress,
	“Alright,” Belinda said, “your way.”
	“Brace on, then, girl, brace on!”	  

	Belinda wore Irish whiskey bottle green gym knickers. They were stretched tightly over her bottom in the most revealing fashion giving Constable Andrews a reason to live.  Her bare thighs were long, soft and alluring with calves supplely beautiful.  
 	And as salacious as it were seeing Belinda with her uniform skirt hiked up over her waist, Headmistress  Gustasia  began tugging the green undies to one side, exposing more and more flesh of Belinda’s arse.  Slipping fingers under the elastic of the panties she pulled them to the girl’s crack, and then the other side to form a sort of “thong.”
 	 Constable Andrews nodded approvingly, gouging methodically the heel of his hand to his growing organ betwixt his legs.  HeadMISTRESS Gustasia then began smoothing her hand about the girl’s butt, squeezing a cheek and then patting it.  Then, picking up the paddle which was nothing more than a simple ping pong paddle with dimpled rubber matting on both sides.  One swift direct swat to Belinda’s bared bum sent the poor girl near out of her skin.
	“HOLY SHIT!” she exclaimed.
	“And we will have none of that!” exclaimed Clarissa and she let fly another swat even more terrific than the last.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” bellowed Belinda.  So she got another,
	“Goddamn it!” and another, this even before her regular discipline had even begun!

	Belinda finally got the message, stubborn girl, and shut up after being smacked.  She seethed greatly, though, thru her nose, breathing hard and clenching the edge of the desk as her darling fifteen year old ass was tormented by the Headmistress’ paddle.
	To add the point, the paddle made a mighty smack forcing the girl to wrench up lifting the great heavy desk in the process.  Out of instinct she caressed her inflamed arse—but refused to shed tears.

	A minute was allowed before the Headmistress continued.  She pushed back into position the little tart who liked to flirt with college boys in local pubs then hooked her finger into the thing material between her pooched inflamed ass flesh then yanked it down thusly rendering Belinda Rang more than vulnerable.
	To better his view, the Constable moved slowly to position himself behind the girl.  He stood a few feet behind kneeling down.  It was the best view; between the two cheeks of Belinda’s perfectly shaped ass was a clear view of two plump hairy labial lips with the cunt slit between them.  Oh!
 	The pubic hair was thick with blond curls.  There, too, was more delight as Headmistress Gustasia had Belinda step her stance back to reveal to the Constable her plump, meaty pussy labia.  They pouted ever so slightly  to reveal a thin delicate coral pink pussy.
 	Constable Andrew’s eyes focused on the delight, leering lasciviously at the victim’s naked flesh.  The time was drawing near.  The Headmistress caressed the girl’s ass, pulling a cheek open to reveal the girl’s pert virginal bung hole.  Belinda whimpered some, then stopped as her knickers were pushed all the way down and she had to step out of them.  Using the paddle, Headmistress Gustasia forced the girl’s legs open wider slapping the inside of Belinda’s legs.
 	 Belinda’s buttocks shuddered provocatively enticing her voyeur from behind.  When the girl’s flesh was the colour of vine ripened tomatoes the Headmistress dispensed with the paddle and brought out to play something more.  It was a stick, polished being 1 ½ inches wide, ½ inch thick having a thicker end at one end (that’d be the handle).   
	Quick successive smacks did the instrument of pain and torture deliver causing Belinda to twist oddly as the pain began to intensify and become more than she could tolerate.  The miscreant flirt drew her breath in sharply at the force of the blow and then started subduing her cries of severe distress began to pee. 
  	“You naughty-naughty girl!” chastised the Headmistress.  Belinda received another harsh smack and the good Constable could be put off no longer and Constable Cary Andrews stood.  While Belinda Rang lay over the desk sniveling with pee running down her legs, the Headmistress pulled down the Constable’s trousers.  She did!  
	With his massive willie in her hand she stroked the beast and almost cooed to it!  Then, since there was time, she stroked with her mouth!  She did!  That was followed by a sly evil grin to its master.  Cary caressed her hair, “I’ll be dealing with you—later!” he whispered.

	The Headmistress then led the Constable by his cock to the swishing burning ass of Belinda Rang.  Then, still holding said cock, she slapped it against the girl’s searing ass.  The Constable liked—a lot.  
	More spanking, Belinda lay across the desk with her mind in uproar.  Behind her the Constable’s cock basted her arse repeatedly until such a time as it stopped—and began gliding up and down her crack!  Belinda knew then what was her fate.  
	With her fiery legs spread wide the girl was receptive.  The Headmistress guided the Constable’s cock into Belinda’s pussy—with a kiss first to the girl’s pooter hole.  The Constable’s cock was strong, hard, and already jutting love cream.  He made entry to the girl’s non-virgin poon and once fully penetrated he took over himself with the humping.
	The Headmistress undone his trousers and lowered them.  While he bucked and pumped slamming his cock into Belinda’s cunt as far as possible, Headmistress Clarissa Gustasia kissed Cary’s ass.  She did!
	Belinda clung to the desk, grunting and groaning as her sex was filled to the maximum capacity.  The fire to her ass was great, then there was her tantalized pussy and nipples.  The Constable humped and humped, pulled out and slapped/spanked her ass several more times before it returned to the girl’s trench.
	Clarissa took the stick and while her Constable fucked—he was smacked!  Looking to his naughty Headmistress Cary smiled at her and began to fuck the fifteen year old with much vigor and vim.
 	The spanking of him continued until such a time as when he ejaculated.  The orgasm was terrific!  Gripping the girl’s ass he drove hard into her hot snatch; Belinda herself was grunting to some semblance of pleasure emitting a few “oh yeah’s” as she was humped.
	Clarissa had “bitten” her lover’s ass, clutched his balls up thru his legs and placed her face directly so as she could see the penetration of his cock into Belinda’s cunt.  Then, when the deed was done and done, Cary pulled out.  A long strand of his goo was from the girl’s cunt from his piss slit.  Clarissa grinned and took the cock, sucking it fully and draining it just as so.
	Belinda lay heaving across the desk, her pussy burning as much as her ass.  New liquid trickled down her legs; she squirmed some and reeled in the mistreatment she had received.  Maybe going the Constable’s Way would have been better?
	The Headmistress stood up, smacking her lips while straightening out her dress.  The Constable pulled up his trousers and returned his well satisfied cock back from whence it came.

	Clarissa then stood Belinda up and spoke to her sternly, stressing the illegality of Belinda’s offence, “For your own good, I only hope that by this punishment, we have persuaded Constable Andrews to risk a reprimand by letting you off.” 
 	Belinda continued to sweat, strain and make head nods as she was chastised.  And when the Headmistress had finished—she thought her punishment was over.
 	Not quite.
 	“You’ve made a mess,” said the Headmistress, “of yourself and of my floor!”
 	Belinda had to clean up the mess of pee on the blue spongy carpet—using her mouth to lap up the pool; meanwhile she received MORE punishment with the use of a ballerina slipper!
	The slipper was pink, soft as satin, with a hard but flexible outer sole.  As Belinda cried and lapped up her own pee puddle, her Headmistress smacked her ass HARD with the slipper!  Belinda, of course, just freaked out prompting the Constable to “whip it out”, stroke, and present it to the girl.
	“That’s right my misbehaving wench,” snarled Clarissa, “take the Constable’s cock and suck it.”  The Constable’s cock hadn’t been cleaned from its previous invasion in her young body but oh well.  The timid girl nervously addressed the gangly cock, sniffled a great deal and looked up pleadingly to the possessor of the masterful cock.  Then she opened her trembling lips and took the meat stick and sucked it.
	Headmistress stood watching, she was in a bad way and lifted her skin tight nappy wool skirt, pushing down her knickers and began fingering her sex.  Constable Andrews was “stimulated” and great with magnanimous magnificence humped Belinda’s face a full three minutes before sending a gusher load of man spew down her throat.
	Belinda wasn’t too liking the spew splooge and nearly vomited causing the Headmistress to admonish the girl’s still inflamed ass with the slipper causing the man spew to snort out the girl’s nostrils!
	That was girl number one.  There were five—FIVE other girls awaiting their fate in the hall!  For Belinda she was escorted out of the Headmistress’ office thru a private door down a short hallway to a private den that had a private bathroom.  
	“Take off your clothes.” 
	Belinda nervously complied.  
	After she had discarded all of her clothing she stepped into the shower stall and washed off her naughty-soiled body.  Thereafter she dressed, collected herself, and went out of the den via a private door and on her way.

*

	“What happened then, to the other girls?”
	“Pretty much the same,” of the remaining five girls; three were treated pretty much the same, only one of those peed like Belinda Rang.  The other two got a slightly different treatment of sitting perched on the great ornate desk, legs opened wide and their tender teenage pussies smacked with the paddle, the stick, and then the ballerina slipper.  Constable Andrews schlepped his salami against the girl’s sex—then fucked them silly.
	Five times!  Five more times!  He barely had enough cum to go around.  And then—and then that bitch Clarissa wanted some of her own, too!
	“Did you do her?”
	Cary paused, “we took a shower.” Together.  She fondled his cock and it barely got hard—barely.  So, “Mistress” Gustasia took her naughty oh-so naughty lover to her office where she pounced upon him with various “implements” of torturous pain—the same administered to the six miscreants previously in the Headmistress’ office.
	“Was she good?”
	Cary didn’t answer that one but smiled nodding his head remembering fondly.  Phillip cheesed off a fart and watched the desert landscape before him for a few more minutes before Cary hugged his shoulders saying,
	“Time to go in, more stuff to do.”
	“Like what?”
	“Well, you need to participate in a few things.”
	“Participate?  Few things?”

	Like some girls before there were a line of girls with their heads covered.  Some were tied up to keep their arms and legs flailing, some were almost “conditioned” to accept their new fate.  There were five girls, they were fairly new and had only been thru a little abuse.  But Phillip felt something more was going on.
	“What’s going on?” Phillip asked as he saw the girls were in peril.  A Brave came along with a red hot branding iron.  It was smaller than the ones used on the hindquarters of cattle, but it was red hot and its destination was clear—a girl’s pussy!

	The brand cooled off (some) and then was applied to one of the girls.
	“Holy shit!” Phillip blurted out.  The stench of burning flesh flared into his nostrils, the girl freshly branded freaked the fuck out and thrashed madly about—but she was gagged, and bound to keep her from flailing.
	Another girl got her pussy branded.  Then another girl.  The first girl who had her cunt branded was getting fucked in a “train”.  That is to say many Braves from teen to older were lining up to take a turn with the freshly branded girl.
	There was a girl at the end, it was guessed she was a teenager.  Her pussy showed the signs of being fucked—often.  She thrashed about some but her ankles were bound by strong rope tethered to a pair of stakes pounded into the hardpacked earth.  Her wrists ditto.
	Phillip kinda sorta wanted to see the girl’s face.  Her pussy was shaven, no hairs no where; she had some marrings indicating severe spanking by a rod (or cane) to her lovely arse.  Phillip guessed her to be in her mid teens.
	“Before you fuck (her) you’ll have to mark her.”
	Phillip had wood.  Phillip had wood and desire (to fuck).
	“Why?” 
	Pause for dramatic effect, “It’s a rite of passage thing.”
	Phillip had already raped a girl, did other things in a participatory fashion, he wasn’t too keen on “marring” one.  But…

	The heat from the brand he could feel though it was four feet from him.  No particular design, something like a moon and a sun and diagonal slash with mountains.  Phillip held his breath and on cue from Cary pressed the iron to the hapless girl’s cunt.
	The stench was near overpowering—so where her screams despite the gag in her mouth.  The poor girl scraped the skin off her wrists and ankles as she thrashed; she quivered and bucked and went thru an entire range of emotions as the pain inflicted upon her was great.
	“Now finish it.” Cary said to his charge.
	“Finish it?”
	“Aye, she’s YOUR property now, and you get first dibs at fucking her.”
	Phillip’s mind was bursting—he didn’t know how much more he could take.  ‘My property?’  hmmm
	Moving into position he drove his adequate cock into the bucking girl’s freshly branded cunt.  The girl heaved and thrashed about as she was stabbed but her energy for thrashing was draining.

	Phillip concentrated on fucking but it was a struggle as he was still in need of proper rest.  He found that by moving up a little grinding his cock against the top of the girl’s cunt he could get a little more pleasure.  He humped hard and then harder—then went ballistic as a brand came to sear his own flesh.
	With his dick buried into the girl’s cunt and a branding iron pressed hard against his ass—the copulation was more than intense.  He humped hard in a strange manner of trying to compensate for the severe sting at his ass.  “Son-of-a-fucking bitch!” he bellowed.
	Then, in his muffled ear he heard what sounded like his name.
	The sting to his ass was incredible and he was right in the throws of orgasming.  He couldn’t stop (fucking) and humped until drained.  His cock slid in and out near effortlessly, his balls slapped hard and all there was was to cum and cum well.
	It was one great squirt, though and he was once more empty.
	There was relief sudden like and the inflicted pain to his tender ass seemed less intense.  As he “rested” on the unknown teenage girl her identity became not so unknown as both the girl and he himself disrupted the blanket concealing her face.
	Summer! (not the season)
	(you saw that one coming, didn’t you?)

*

I fuck; therefore, I am
	Kayleen, Maryanne, Savannah, Jilliane, Jack.  They seemed “conditioned” to their surroundings and new lifestyle.  They were unashamed about going about the household naked; the only time that they DID where clothing was in the cold of Winter or when the girls of age were on their periods.  Other than that—nude.
	Andy was cool with that.  He liked girls who were in their panties, girls of various ages clad merely in their panties was a big turn on for him (me too!)  
	Mitch Wayne was a frequent visitor to the Cary Andrews home, Mike was infrequent.  Andy liked the Andrews home and though he didn’t want to be a pest he, like Mitch, made frequent visits, too.
	Cary didn’t seem to mind, ‘specially after it was learned that young Andy had one of those EMAD-like device abilities.  It gave an opportunity for Cary to increase his household—he liked diversity.  

	Andy felt at home in Cary’s semi remote abode off the beaten path, not so much as the shedding of clothes but the freedom.  In his own home he was having it that way, too; but there were always interruptions of unannounced “drop-ins”, family and friends, phone calls, and busy lifestyle interrupted the constant or even near constant desire to be flagrantly naked and naughty.
	Andy already determined that “Savannah” was Cary’s favorite.  She went nude or was nude at all times (when Andy was visiting.)  Unlike in his previous life there was no mistreatment of his household.  None of the girls, and one boy, were remotely connected biologically to him.  Kayleen and Maryanne were thirteen, Savannah was ten, Jillianne was eight and so was Jack.  Andy had been told that they were “runaways” and Andy had no cause to disbelieve him.  They had sought a new life and Cary was there to provide the way.
	Of course, Andy was curious about the “end” of Cary’s previous life.  What happened to Summer and Phillip?  Cary, though, wasn’t too willing to right off provide that tidbit of info leaving Andy to fear the worst.  At length, though, 

	In short, (HA!) Phillip made discoveries he wished he hadn’t.  His first discovery that the Indians were not only heathens but into that human trafficking thing for sexual purposes.  Then they seemed to be into various forms of torture (for sexual pleasure) as well as cannibalism.  
	The discovery that his sister, Summer, was among the trafficked girls was more than unsettling.  Not too mention that he had been tricked into branding her on her pussy!  Then, while he fucked her after branding her, he himself was branded on the arse!
	‘Branding is a form to show property.’ Cary had said.  Property.  Summer and Phillip were property—Indian Property.  That was unsettling, too.  When Phillip awoke the following morning he found himself alone—well, not totally alone, there was the whole tribe of desert Indians to school him, condition him, and become his family.  The man who had assaulted him at the winter cabin was gone.
	Oh!