August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 62
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity

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More makes me merrier
	Hanna Labeau, Molly Shaw, Dana Dosin, Kenny Boorman, and Howie Heute—they hadn’t a name for themselves, but they were hoping.  And practice—practice—practice went a long ways in the “hoping” department.  Hanna had the voice and wasn’t afraid of being in front of an audience—so far that audience was her own family and a few close non-judgmental friends.
	Molly had the knack for the electric keyboard she could wear and jam; Dana did well as a backup singer and could also do an electric guitar without missing too many notes.  Kenny loved the drums.  For being merely ten he was very good—got a little carried away at times but was tame.
	Howie was a last minute add-in; he was an electronics whiz and brought his own keyboard that added odd music sounds to the group in Hanna’s family garage.  They practiced—practiced—practiced.  They were pretty good and were slated to give a small concert at their school—so they had to practice—practice—practice some more.
	And learn new songs.
	Being such a nice day and Mr. Harold Bonson was gone, a neighbor who did not like the kids’ garage practicing—practicing—practicing, Hanna opened the garage door to do a set and see how they sounded “open.”  Sometimes the group played in Hanna’s family garage or Howie’s family--garage which was bigger--it didn’t matter really; Hanna lived two houses down from Howie.
	All the participants of the “Garage Band” were eleven years and twleve years.  Hanna was the tallest; blond hair to her waist, nice developing chest and nice tight ass.  Tight pants, tight layered top, some dangling jewelry, and a sweet-sweet face.
	She also had a good voice and had learned breathing techniques.

	Molly Shaw was hip and had older siblings who were semi professionals in the music industry.  She was African-American; Afro-style hair not too big, super tight jeans, lots of jewelry, favorite color--pink.  She knew her portable electric keyboard only missing a few notes now and then but no one noticed.
	Dana Dosin was almost as tall as Hanna and had no talent for instruments, but she did like to sing and wasn’t afraid of being in front of audiences—even tried out for her 5th grade cheerleader squad.  She didn’t make the squad—lack of “true enthusiasm.”  (she wasn’t skinny enough and not comfortable showing “skin.”)
	Kenny was a typical kid with long brown hair hanging into his eyes; a undershirt with an outer shirt, no jewelry, lots of enthusiasm for drumming.  He had once been molested, actually kidnapped and almost sexually assaulted but he managed to break free, without this pants and underwear.  He had run to a house where a Mom was shocked at his sudden appearance, including her young daughter.  
	Lastly, Howie Heute.  He was a bit—odd.  No, he was odd.  Some say he electrocuted himself and was never the same thereafter.  No doubt.  Electronic wizardry was his thing, he had a knack.  He was friendly enough, never cussed, farted or belched (in the presence of others) andhelped out many a girl with her electronic gadgets of one type or another—electronic diaries, fanciful watches, EMAD detectors, and so on.  
	He manned the component controller that handled all the components the band members used, enhancing their instruments or voices.  His blond hair was cut short with a particular style closely attributed to those other boys had.
	Hanna, Molly, Dana, Kenny, Howie.
	Very cute boys and girls.  They would make a fine-fine addition to those in Cary Andrews’ basement where Sherry, Wendy, and Jennifer were already broken in.  When one had an EMAD or EMAD-like abilities or even a partially working Electronic Mind Alerting Device—acquisition of lustful desires was unstoppable.
	Cary Andrews’ house was already full, with Kayleen, Maryanne, Savannah, Julliane, and eight year old Jackie Sitt.  But they were different and not “in the basement.” 
	Associates Mike and Mitch began spending more and more time at the Andrews home; both Mike and Mitch were still hesitant to bring in their families—but felt obliged to do so just the same.  Cary was, though, invited for dinner to the Associates home, Cary enjoyed going to Andy’s home and trolling the neighborhood, too.

	Andy actually had no problem with Cary coming to the house and balling his already pregnant Mom and little sis (not pregnant).  Their friendship was budding and like with Mike, the two began a sexual encounter, as well.  
	There was no stopping.  Sex was life, life was sex.  That was about it.

*

	“Take off your clothes.”
	The word he understood, but not the content.  The meaning he understood, but not the absolute.  Take off your clothes.  It didn’t make sense!  He blinked his eyes and then jumped (in his skin) as a belt snapped in the air.  
	“Take off your clothes, or take the belt.” (and then take off your clothes.)
	Slowly did Kenny undo his pants and push them down.  He was confused and couldn’t quite comprehend what was going on.  He stood back up clad in his shirts and tidy-whiteys.  Barely was he aware of his surroundings, barely was he aware of anyone with him wherever it was he was.  Before him was a man, with a belt—that was all there was.
	“Please continue.” said the man and he “snapped” the belt in the air.
	Confused Kenny pulled off his outer shirt, then his green undershirt.  His sheer confusion kept him in a sort of slow motion state of being and barely aware that he was in his underpants only, with fellow band mates to the left and right of him.  All there was was the man with the belt.
	“Take ‘em down.”
	Kenny pushed his tidy-whiteys down and was nude—although he barely was aware.
	“Continue to obey and you will not be disciplined.”
	Kenny heard the words and digested them—‘obey and not be disciplined.’  His Dad “disciplined” him a few times, when his grades slipped, he lied (about grades) and came home late with an attitude.  The disciplinary measures were usually harsh with Kenny taking his pants and underwear down, bending over and being smacked with his Dad’s leather belt.  The last incidence was just last week. 
	Then, nothing.  Kenny just stood, naked, pants and undies at his ankles with his eyes focused on the belt.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Dana Dosin blinked her eyes and found it hard to breathe.  Like Kenny, her eyes, too, were locked onto the belt.

	Dana had a nice body, cheerleader type body—very slenderly built, developing breasts, and good overall body that was pleasing to the eye (and cock).  There was hesitation but the snapping of the belt did propel her into slipping off her top, bra, and shucking down her blue pants.  Nice girlie panties were there for all to see.  Unlike Kenny, Dana was aware of her band mates and that she was in a closed room with no windows or visible doors.  At twelve, the girl was very aware of her situation and it was dire.  If she wanted to see daylight again, compliance and submission was the key.
	But that, of course, didn’t come easily and not without a lot of hesitation, haughting breathing, and a lot of fright.  Despite her cheerleading abilities she wasn’t too keen on the skimpy outfits and didn’t particularly care to go about showing/exposing so much “skin.”  
	But the snapping of the belt she knew could do irreparable harm if not pain to her tender ass prompted the girl to slid her panties down and stand up naked.  Holding her breath she waited.  She had the need to pee, along with vomit as her stomach churned with pure fear.
	“Do you know what a blowjob is?” asked the man before her.
	Dana gulped, she was twelve—of course she knew what a blowjob was.  She nodded her head and then was asked if she herself had ever “given” a blowjob.
	Dana’s mouth dropped.  It was revolting—to give a boy a blowjob was disgusting.  He peed from there!  Dana couldn’t understand how other girls she knew and heard of could participate in such a thing.  Slowly she shook her head, No.
	“You have a choice, then,” said the man candidly with a stoic face, “suck me or suck him.”
	The concept of “blowjob” and “suck job” were confounding to the girl; why was it called a “blowjob” when there was no blowing involved?  Nervously she licked her lips and then was suddenly aware that the man had undone his pants, unzipped, and hauled out of his underwear his cock.
	Dana knew what a “cock” was; she had seen her Daddy’s but not in a molestation type manner.  Dana had never been molested but a few times her Daddy did seem to pat her ass a little more than he should.  She let it be and didn’t worry about it.  Some boys younger than she she had seen—naked, peeing.  A couple of boys her age she had seen in the woods while camping peeing (and playing with themselves.)  A boy in high school she and another girl had seen engaged in sexual intercourse out in the woods behind their house.
	But a blowjob…
	And “suck him, or suck me” rolled in her head as very repulsive.

	But, “suck him, or suck me” came with do one or the other or take the belt.  Dana Dosin couldn’t remember just when was the last time she had gotten a bare ass beating.  She had gotten her butt smacked by her Mom and once with her pants down (but panties on) by her Dad—but that had been years ago.  The concept of getting her bared ass spanked by the belt was more frightening than the deed of sucking on cock.
	But the cock was Kenny’s.  Kenny was a friend, he was eleven, in her 5th grade class, a friend.  She had not heard him even fart let alone see his cock.  But there it was.  It wasn’t hard, it hung down and was kinda small.
	“Go to him.” The man told her.
	Dana had a difficult time complying—until that belt snapped in the air and her ass jolted.  It felt as if though the belt had lashed her and she quickly moved from her piled clothes and came to stand before her band mate, Kenny.
	The man behind them masturbated; Molly and Howie staring at Dana while Hanna stared at the masturbating man.
	“Stand up and take off your clothes.” Hanna was told.
	The man’s words filled Hanna and it felt like she had been hit in the chest by a basketball used in Dodge Ball.  Pure fright put the girl into tears.
	“Either stand up and do as I told you, or take a belting.”
	This didn’t help and the eleven year old began to cry more.
	“Leave her alone!” piped Kenny.
	The belt snapped and a long hard stare put Kenny Boorman in his place.  Hanna stood on trembling likes chuffing her breath and being extremely frightened.  She looked to Dana and Kenny and trembling clutched herself.
	Quick as a wink the belt snapped the air and then snapped Hanna’s ass.  The occurrence happened so fast that the young girl barely knew what happened—until her sweet little ass began to sting.
	“Get out of your clothes, NOW!” the belt smacked the air and then snapped to Hanna’s ass.  Everyone present jumped.  Dana though not sure how it happened—was stroking Kenny’s cock.  She was!  She couldn’t remember being told to do so, but one hand was working the boy’s pud while the other fondled his barely hairy balls.  Kenny’s cock began to grow, to stiffen and become a “cock.”
	Dana gulped and found her mouth mere inches from the growing schlong—‘suck it.’  ‘suck it.’  ‘suck it.’ The words rang into her mind, swirled and blinded her.  When she didn’t immediately comply there was a “force” like an unseen hand pushing her head closer and closer…

	Hanna and Howie stared in absolute awe as Dana pressed her lips to Kenny’s bulp—then stared with their eyes nearly popping out as they watched Hanna engulf the erection.
	“Whoa!” breathed Howie.  He had never seen such an act.  He then shot his head down to his crotch were some action was going on that also had never been seen before either.
	Hanna was sucking.  Kenny was being sucked.  It was awesome!
	It was a little sickening to Hanna but not as gross as she thought it would be.  Kenny admitted under duress that Yes, he had played with his dick before and gotten it to cum off, but a blowjob—wow!
	Before being struck again with the belt, Hanna had removed her layered top, pushed down her pants and panties and stood forgetting that her bra was still on.  She was eleven and had a pretty decent body, she was almost twelve (in two months—close enough to twelve to claim twelve.)  She had to stand before the masturbating man—waiting—watching as he blatantly masturbated.
	“Get naked.” Howie and Molly were told.  Howie was ten, Molly was ten.  They both stared and were more than awed.  It was Molly, though, who stood and began undressing.  She did so slowly giving glances to Howie and the belt wielding masturbating man.
	Molly stood with her clothes at her ankles, the man eyed her and when she tried to put her hands before her naked hairless sex she got a hard stare putting her put her hands to her sides and stand tall—and vulnerable.  She sobbed some due to fright, closed her eyes and waited.
	The girl’s pretty dark eyes flew open as the sound of screaming erupted into the air.  The screaming was from Howie and he was screaming ‘cause of the masturbating man’s belt lashing his body.  The boy was thrown across a single bed nearby; his arms pinned behind him and the horrible man lashing his young body with the belt.
	Kenny stood in awe and fright.
	Molly dropped to the floor cuddling herself, curling up into a fetus position crying.  Hanna remained on her knees cringing and sobbing out of control.  Hanna charged.
	Hanna charged.  Somehow she summoned up courage and dashed to the man—but was met with a backhand sending her toppling backwards tripping over Molly.  The man then let Howie be and grabbled with Hanna throwing her to the bed, pinning her arms behind her and administering hard butt blistering lashes with the belt.

	As Phillip Riker (chptr 59) had asked, “what is with you and spanking” Cary Andrews lined the latest acquisition up along one of the three single beds.  Hanna, Molly, and Howie on one side, Dana and Kenny on the other.  The kids held hands, they were nude and in dire straights.  Their tormentor had stripped off his clothes and was something to be revered.  The kids all had seen their Dad’s partially to mostly unclothed but the tormentor in their midst was not their Dad.
	Hanna gulped and clutched the hand of Dana.  Her body tighten anticipating the belt.  It came and the girl arched her back, twisted her fine nude young body and felt like she was to come out of her skin.
	“If you call out you’ll get more (until you reach that point where you cant call out anymore.)”
	Hanna bite into her lip until it hurt and then received another smack from the belt.  Her tingled and she wished for anything for the beat to stop.  But another lash came covering both her cheeks; another lash ignited a fire across her bare thighs.  A final lash came to the bottom of her feet where their was new pain never before experienced.
	Burying her head into the cool sheet she managed to block out the mistreatment her friends received same; like Molly beside her.  Molly’s breathing was like that of a chuffing train sitting at the station.  The belt smacked her bare ass one way, and then another—that being the vertical so as to get at her asshole and crack.  The back of her thighs received equal commitment of the belting until she cried out “PLEASE STOP!” and much ado about blubbering.
	Strangely the Tormentor did stop.
	Despite being warned about “calling” out in any manner, Howie did right off the bat when the belt came lashing his ass.  The next lashing made his young voice crack as the belt came hard and created a very obtrusive welt.  Another belting lashed his thighs and feet.
	Dana’s eyes bulged as the belt greeted her ass, she bit into her lower lip so hard that made it bleed.  She blew snot and seethed steam as her darling little ass, legs, feet, and ass again received as many as six swats before it was Kenny’s turn.
	When done, the children were allowed as many as ten minutes before the man addressed them.
	“Stand up.” They were told.  Side by side, shoulder to shoulder, hands to their side.
	“I take it that you do not want another session like this.”
	No shit.
	“Then all you have to do is do as you are told.”

	Hanna, Dana, Molly, Kenny, and Howie nodded their heads.  They were in full agreement, Kenny would even eat dog shit if it got him out of having his ass beaten again.
	“Then so be it.”
	Kenny and Howie stood with their skin tingling and the torment continuing in a searing burning manner.  Hanna and Molly got on their knees before the boys and began sucking them.  Dana got on her knees and watched on the sly as the nude tormentor went just out of sight.  She heard a something that sounded like a door, a click of fingers then nothing.  
	Suddenly there was a nude boy in front of her, he was young—maybe eight or nine.  “This is Jack,” the Tormentor said, “take care of him.”  Which meant, “suck him.”
	Dana sucked the boy’s dinky and thought of nothing but to suck.

*

	“Are we going to get out of here?”
	No one seemed to answer.  It was “lights” out but no one was sure for certain what exact time it was.  Howie wanted to go home, that was a given—so did everyone else.
	“As long as we do what we have to do—I-I guess we will, eventually.”
	Hanna doubted it but looked to Kenny giving him a meager smile.
	There were three beds, single wide; “You can sleep on them.” They had been told—after.  After.  After the beating with the belt, a bare hand-to-bare ass spank, and after the sex.
	The sex.  The “taste” of cock still lingered in Hanna’s mouth, she was disgusted but it really wasn’t all that bad.  Both Kenny and Howie she had sucked.  Kenny had came off into her mouth but not Howie.  The “stuff” Kenny did was way gross and she nearly vomited.
	She didn’t know who the little boy was, Jack.  Hanna didn’t get to suck him, just Dana and Molly.  Afterwards, the boy was led out of the room.  The Tormentor returned and presented himself before Hanna.
	The girl knew what was up and timidly she wrapped her fingers about his manly manhood.  It was big—bigger than the boys; longer and sort of kind of had an odor that was almost offensive.  There was pre-cum glistening on the tip—although the eleven year old wasn’t wise about “pre-cum.”

	She sucked.  She retched and gagged but took most of the man’s cock before, like Kenny, his cock expelled a great gob of goo.  
	“If you vomit on me--” the man warned her.  It was hard not to as the taste of the spew was very-very unpleasant.  The man kept his cock in her mouth, pulling out to hump her pretty face having her suck his balls while he did so.
	Then it was over and it was Molly’s turn.  
	Then it was Dana’s turn.
	Molly sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked—but didn’t receive any of the man’s goo.  He pulled out and humped her face, slapped her face with his cock then had her suck on his nuggets for almost a minute before he sidestepped and jammed his erection into Dana’s mouth.
	And after what seemed an eternity he blasted a serious hot sticky disgusting load into her mouth and she DID vomit onto him.  She gagged, retched, and spewed.
	Strangely, the man didn’t spank her.  He merely took her to a shower.  It was an open bathroom of sorts having an iron pipe sticking out of cement wall with a spigot on it.  No hot water, only cold.
	And for a toilet—a hole in the cement floor, a drain hole.  Beside it was a pump handle so that after “use” the user pumped the handle to activate the plunger mechanism in the drain hole and thusly take away whatever had been deposited.
	In the shower, Dana was soaped up, swatted on the ass until she begged for the beating to be stopped.  Then, with her back to the wall, her legs were pulled up and placed about the man’s waist…
	Howie was not in the know.
	Kenny was sort of in the know.
	Molly hadn’t a clue at all.
	Hanna knew—Dana was getting butt fucked.
	Strangely, Dana didn’t say anything or react too adversely to the dirty deed.  It was frightening and uncomfortable but the deed lasted not two minutes.  The man pulled out, turned the spigot on and rinsed off his cock, then turned Dana around, held her up by the waist with her head down his stomach—then pushed her fresh fucked asshole to the protruding spigot!
	Dana was okay with this for about ten seconds—then her bowels were filled with flushing cold water and her eyes bulged.  When she wriggled in her distress she was smacked and shoved harder onto the spigot.
	Finally she was removed and had to stand holding her liquefied poo inside her ass.  Her eyes bulged and she was in some distress; then she was positioned on the cement floor, her ass(hole) right over the three inch toilet.

	There was no more “holding” it and the liquefied poo squirted out of her tortured hole not all of which made it into the floor opening.  There was great relief followed by enormous embarrassment.  It was one thing to be naked with the others; it was one thing to be ogled by the naked boys; it ws one thing to suck their cocks and balls—but it was totally something else to have to have the shits in front of them!
	When Dana had fully emptied her loose bowels she was stood up, crying, embarrassed, and her asshole hurt.  Once more she was bent over but not her butt shoved against the spigot—it was merely rinsed and she was returned to her friends.
	“On the bed.” The Tormentor told them all.  Hanna and Molly moved to the first closest bed, Dana reluctantly followed to join them.  The boys went to the next closest bed.  The Tormentor stood masturbating before them seemingly sizing them up or something.
	Indicating with his “free” hand he had Molly and Dana get on the bed with the boys.  Hanna was to “lie down.”
	She knew what was up with that, too.
	The man, and the boys, stared at her nakedness.  It made Hanna a little embarrassed and a lot uncomfortable.  She was a virgin, in all three places.  She had never even played with a boy’s dick like she had heard other girls do.  
	“Open your legs.”
	Hanna almost lost it.  She knew—she knew that she was going to be raped.  She had no idea what it would be like and was in great fear.  There, too, was curiosity.  But mostly fear.
	Thankfully, though, the Tormentor didn’t rape her—it was Kenny who took first dibs.  Kenny didn’t know what to do,
	“Just get on her, don’t crush her, put your dick against her pussy.”
	Just like that!
	The boy blinked his eyes in bewilderment but did as told.  As soon as his cock touched Hanna’s cunt—it was hard.  Hanna automatically opened her legs, she sniveled and wailed a little—fear will do that to you.  Kenny glided his pre-teen cock up and down Hanna’s slit—finding some pleasure with his cock pulsing with a new unknown excitement.
	There was a great deal of resistance to Kenny penetration attempt.  He wasn’t that enthused about fucking—well, he was but not to a friend—well, he was to a friend, a girl friend—but under different circumstances and not forced.  The belt returned into play lashing across Kenny’s still reddened bum from the earlier lashings.   It forced him to drive his cock into Hanna’s slit.  Once in, the fucking-pumping began.

	After Hanna and Kenny, Howie and Molly.
	Molly really didn’t want to “submit” forcing the Tormentor to grab her by her ankles, lift them, and lash her ass until it was bleeding.  Howie and Kenny charged the naked man—a gallant thing for them to do but they were no match.  Kenny was thrown back to the cement wall where his head clunked the wall and he lost consciousness for several minutes.  Howie was stepped on—literally; the man threw the young boy to the cold cement floor and pressed his bare foot to the boy’s throat.
	Just before he lost breath the man let up—on the begging of Molly who thru a myriad of sobs decreed that she would let him fuck her.  A lot of settling down, though, was necessary before Howie and Molly could gather themselves and “fuck.”
	After Molly and Howie, Kenny and Dana.
	Dana cried and carried on some but otherwise submitted to getting fucked.  Kenny gave no expression and broke the girl’s cunny.  As he laid on the girl trying not to crush her, he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
	“I know,” Hanna whispered back, “but it’s ok.”

	Of course, after Kenny and Howie had fucked the girls, the Tormentor took his turn.  The boys sat on the bed to watch—Howie in a world all his own; Kenny on the verge of attempting to charge the man, but thinking better of it knowing that he was actually no match to deal with him.
	Hanna felt as if though the man’s cock was going to split her in two—he did relinquish delivery unto her pain but not the discomfort.  She clung to the bed all the while the man humped her.  He delivered into her young cunny a large gob of man juice.  Thereafter he pulled out and smacked his cock against the girl’s broken-in cunny.
	He showed then came to Molly.  Dana sucked him and guided him into Molly’s cunt where he delivered a massive wad of man juice five minutes later.  He seemed exhausted and Kenny thought he could probably take him; but held off anyways.
	Dana got her turn and then the man left.

“Are we going to get out of here?”
	No one seemed to answer.  It was “lights” out but no one was sure for certain what exact time it was.  Howie wanted to go home, that was a given—so did everyone else.
	“As long as we do what we have to do—I-I guess we will, eventually.”
	Hanna doubted it but looked to Kenny giving him a meager smile.
	Hanna sat on the bed, knees up, arms about her knees,
	“I don’t think we’re alone.” she said.
	“Why do you say that?” Molly asked.
	“Well, for one, there was that little boy.”
	“What do you think is going to happen to us?”
	Some silence, then; “Probably get fucked some more most likely.”
	Molly looked to Hanna, nodded her head in agreement, sighed,
	“Most likely.”

Most likely
	More were to come to the secretive dungeon-basement; a fourteen year old boy and twelve year old boy.  A seventeen year old girl who had similar talents as that of the Garage Band group—she played electric guitar at her church.
	Mike and Mitch came to visit the dungeon group—often.  Both visitors, including Andy, enjoyed all the dungeon personnel with great glee.  It was more freer to participate in the ultra shenanigans than with their own family members—although they still did that, too.
	For Mike, he was getting concerned if not worried about his shenanigans with his family—daughters Trisha, Amy, Hanna, and Corinna, and son, Nathan.  With Andy Donaldson’s EMAD-like ability help Mike’s family, including Lisa the wife, had been “conditioned” to accept and participate in Mike’s sexual lust and desires.
	And it was virtually all the time.  
	Mitch, too, had teenage daughters, and grandchildren, he was taking special liberties with and felt that he was getting carried away with doing.  He preferred dwelling in Cary’s dungeon where he could be more relaxed and not concern himself with repercussions.
 	
 	Of concerns, though; Mike McShane’s family.  All was well with the family until that fateful day when a nosey neighbor who was usually blind and shut up unto herself took a spill in her bathroom.  She spilled toppling out of the bath clunking her head onto the corner of her bathroom counter.  Although there were problems associated with such a clumsy happening—the end result was she could miraculously see.  The first time in 30 of her 60 years!  Astounding!
	No longer shut up the neighbor took up her favorite pastime—bird watching.  She had been an avid bird watcher until that fateful day skiing on the slopes and crashing into a tree.  Her world turned dark and she could no longer see the birds she loved—but only hear them.

	With her sight regained she happily sat in her favorite chair in her 2nd floor bedroom and using some nice binoculars her son had given her as a present after her eyesight returned she was horrified to see not naked birds but naked people!
	Naked neighbors to be exact.
	And naked neighbors who were “pillars” of the community in good standing.  Mike McShane prancing about in his skin along with every member of his family.  Scandalous!
	Mike’s world crumbled and his only defense was that he had been under the influence of someone with an EMAD.  He did not rat out his sex buddy, Andy; but to save his skin he almost did.  Thankfully, though, the Influence by Outside Sources tact worked.  It was thought that someone who was an Enemy to the McShane family had forced the family into sexual deviancy for their own whims of fancy.  As to WHO was not known.  Shortly after Mike was vindicated—he and his family packed up and left town.  No word to Andy whatsoever.
	Humph!  Imagine!

	And as for Mitch Wayne?  All three of his girls, plus the wife, were pregnant.  Joy!  It wasn’t clear, though, if Mitch was responsible, or Mike, or Andy, or Cary.  Quite a little dilemma.  Incest had its hang-ups putting Mitch into a quandary as to what to do.  His youngest girl opted for an abortion—she was of age and of age of consent but had no idea who had knocked her up.  Could have been two or three boys who sought her favor (and pussy) but she knew not of engaging sexually with them.  
	Her sisters were not aware of sexual impropriety and so it was deduced that they all had been influenced by the likes of an EMAD.  Naturally, Mitch was suspect.  His DNA was found present in the girls’ wombs; he claimed EMAD influence.  Unlike Mike’s family, though, he was not forgiven so easily and his wife had Mitch move out.
	No worries, Mitch moved in with Cary…

*

Situation desperate, normal measure requested
	“We’re being watched.”
	“What?” then, “How?”
	Howie pursed his lips and gave a slight head nod.  Hanna understood and lay still on her bed.  She wasn’t sleepy, just sore (and sticky); she closed her eyes and waited.  

	Someone on the bed with Hanna stirred, then moved and made way to the “toilet.”  Hanna remained still and not moving.  
	“How are we being watched?” she whispered.  She was curious and it was getting to her.
	Howie wrinkled his nose and whispered back, “In the corners of the ceiling.”  He didn’t move, didn’t point.  
	Hanna rolled her eyes but it was dark in their room with only one recessed light on by where the hole was they had to pee and poop in (the toilet.)	
	Someone pushed the plunger activating the toilet and returned sloughing their way back to the bed and collapsing.  Hanna remained still but curious about what Howie was talking about.  
	“Remote cameras, security video cameras.” Howie explained finally.
	Hanna understood that—she still couldn’t see them but that was ok.
	After a time, Hanna closed her eyes for sleep.  Howie remained awake a little while longer—thinking, thinking of a plan.

	Kenny’s body lay up against Hanna’s; Molly lay on the other side of him.  Howie occupied the other bed just a couple of feet from Hanna.  Dana lay with him.  Occasionally their Tormentor would come, naked, and obediently lest they wanted a whipping or one of the others to endure a severe whipping—they submitted sexually.  It was a quest for life and be damned the embarrassment.
	And it wasn’t always that their Tormentor came to engage immorally with them; sometimes he brought a friend and sometimes he made directions—having the kids engage with one another.  The gang submitted, and did so with “others” who were brought in giving Hanna the know that they were indeed—not alone.
	It was disgusting to have to go to the bathroom in the manner that they had to go to the bathroom; that is, for the girls, they had to lay on their backs with their buttholes right at the drainpipe open in the floor; then they could relieve themselves either need necessary.  No toilet paper provided—they had to pull their cheeks WIDE open so as the poo would not smear as common on their cheeks.  If the need to clean themselves they could do so—with the help of a boy in the shower.  The girl who needed cleaning had to bend over, the boy activated the water spigot and rinsed the girl’s dirt chute.
	For the boys, pretty much the same thing; ‘cept when peeing the boys had to get in the prone position as if doing push-ups, their cock pointing down into the waste hole.

	Nakedness.  Nudity.  Blatancy.
	The five kids had to deal and get used to being naked together and it was uncomfortable slash embarrassing.  But as time went on—of course they were still uncomfortable and embarrassed at times, but they did get used to it and over the uncomfortable situation.
	Both sexes had difficulties not looking at the opposite sex AND not getting somewhat sexually aroused.  Neither sex really minded engaging with one another—just they would rather do so on their own terms and not be forced.	
	Then there was the Tormentor and his friends.
	That was uncomfortable.
	There, too, were the spankings.  No comment there…

	“So where are these cameras?” Hanna asked as she sat on the floor between the occupied beds with back against the cool wall.  She and her band mates had just been thru what seemed endless hours of sexual depravity involving themselves, each other, the Tormentor and his mates.  They had dinner, a shower, and then it was “lights out” and time to rest.
	Hanna’s cunt was sore—more than once did she get dicked by Kenny, at least once by Kenny; then it was once by the Tormentor and all three of his friends.  Two of the three were men with the third a teenage boy.  All of them took turns fucking her pussy with one of the men fucking her in the ass while she sucked the cock of another.
	Meanwhile, Molly got the same treatment with the addition of being fucked in her pussy and asshole at the same time.  Dana had to sit on her knees while the Tormentor, his mates, the band mate boys, peed and then masturbated until cumming onto Dana’s face.  After the facial she had to suck their cocks, their balls, and then be spanked five times by each male member (after having the splooge mess scraped into her mouth).
	Very-very casually Howie showed Hanna one of the cameras.
	It took a while for Hanna to see it but after her eyes adjusted she did see it; a typical security cam up in the corner of the room.
	“That the only one?” Hanna whispered.
	“So far, but there’s got to be more.  Maybe not.”
	“What does it mean?”
	Howie paused, shrugged his shoulders and sighed deeply, “Well, I guess it means we’re being watched.”
	“Why?” asked Molly butting in.
	“To get his fucking jollies I guess.” retorted Hanna.

	Molly, and no one else, said anything further.  Hanna and Howie remained shoulder to shoulder sitting until 7AM.  There was an old fashioned alarm clock on a table and at certain times the children were to “perform” certain activities.
	7AM—Oral Sex.  The girls were to suck the boys and get them “off” before 8AM.  Usually the boys were still recovering and spewing spunk on a daily timely basis was a bit difficult and took a little doing.  When at last cumming off, though, the “evidence” had to be shown.  That is, when the boy felt himself cumming he had to pull out of the girl’s mouth and empty his splooge onto the face of the girl who was sucking him.
	And beings that there was a difference in the Girl to Boy ratio, more boys (and later girls) were added to the mixture.  So one of the girls got to suck two dicks—which was a problem ‘cause once a guy blew his load it was difficult at best to get off again.
	Penalty for not blowing spew as directed, or any of the decrees given to the Prisoners was severe punishment—spanking foremost, but there were other forms (like near suffocation, branding, and swallowing urine.)
	Between 9AM and Noon; the boys were required to butt fuck the girls.  And there had better be some sperm shone oozing out of the fucked holes, too!  
	Between the hours of Noon and 3PM the boys had to cunt munch the girls and bring them to orgasm.  That was more difficult to prove as girls didn’t regularly shoot cum like boys did.  So, the boys had to lick on the girls for five minutes.  The girls learned that they could “fake” orgasm…
	From 3PM to 5PM—fucking.  The boys had to fuck the girls AND show proof of cumming.  A shower/rinsing was to follow with the boys washing the girls and the girls washing the boys.
	There were feeding times, 8AM, Noon, 6PM with Snack Times in between.  There, too, was a television pre-loaded with cartoons, porn cartoons, and regular old fashioned porno movies.
	There were other things the kids had to participate in—kissing, body to body hugging, spanking each other, ball washing, 69ing, and water sports (they kids had to urinate on one another) along with going to the bathroom openly and being “rinsed” by the opposite sex.
	It was truly disgusting and at times difficult.  And some of the meals prompted the Prisoner to have to “go” and go often as well as have a difficult time in doing so with some results rather messy and horridly disgusting.
	The embarrassment level left the scale…

	Time.  The kids/prisoners had little in the concept of time.  Only the clock on the meal table that they lived by but as to Day/Night, and the day of the week they had no idea.  Howie had tried to determine how many days that they had been in captivity but it was elusive ‘cause he realized the Tormentor was in charge of the clock—and he came (often) to reset it, wind it, and change its time.

	According to the clock it was Ten thirty-seven and Kenny was deep into Molly’s ass striving to get that orgasm.  Howie had just gotten off in Dana and she was with her head down on the floor and her ass up, pointing to the camera revealing the mass of cum coating her asshole.  A familiar jingle of keys was heard at the cell door.
	The kids stood not knowing what.  A spanking? visitors come to cum? Or other?  The Tormentor came (often) to “help himself” to the kids, fucking the boys as well as the girls, spanking them until they couldn’t stand it (for no reason), showering with them, peeing on them, and just watching them go thru their paces of sexual deviancy for the pure thrill of it.
	The Tormentor came in, clothed, ushering in a girl about ten or eleven.  She was frightened to beat all, skinny, flat face, a single braid in her soft brown hair that flowed down passed her shoulders.  The Tormentor guided her in with a firm hand on her shoulder.  He had a new object for torment, it resembled a riding croup professional riders used to motivate their horses during races.  
	Once inside,
	“Take off your clothes.”
	To wit the new girl’s mouth dropped and she was instantly horrified.
	Dumbfoundedness came nextly when she saw Hanna, Molly, Dana, Kenny, and Howie.  They sat on two beds, naked.  The new girl was stunned and in total shock.
	And speaking of shock, when the new girl didn’t immediately comply with the Tormentor’s command “take off your clothes” she was struck with the riding croup.  But the croup was different than others, it was electrified and when touching a person’s body it delivered the same “shock” as did a stun gun or taser.
	The new girl, Beth Arny, reacted as she had all along since being “acquired” and freaked out, cried, and peed in her already peed in blue non-jean type pants.  She cringed and when she attempt to fall to the ground and curl up—the Tormentor grabbed her by an elbow and smacked her ass with the croup, then assailed her with the croup (w/o it being electrified.)

	Up against the wall the girl was pressed and the beating commenced.
	Hanna turned away, cringing to herself and trying to hold her emotions in check.  Dana and Molly looked to the floor wishing that they could blot out the girl’s cries.  Kenny seethed and wished he could do something.  Howie watched the torment—but not for the sake of having to, of curiosity, sexual gratification, or any of that lot.  Howie’s interest was on the instrument of pain the Tormentor had.
	At length Beth was released and she slumped to the floor cringing and wallowing in extreme circumstances.  The Tormentor stood and waited.  He looked over the kids already present, said nothing, and continued to wait.
	At length, though, “Stand up, take off your clothes.”
	Beth couldn’t understand what was happening and she sniveled slowly standing up.  She didn’t even pay attention to her stinging ass!
	Just then there was a knock at the door distracting the Tormentor.  He went to the door and after a brief convo to someone on the other side he left the room saying nothing.
	“You’d better do as he says.” said Hanna.
	“What’s going on!?” wailed the new girl.
	“We’re in deep shit and if you don’t do what he says,” Molly shook her head sadly, “we’ll all get it.”
	“Get what?” continued to cry Beth.
	“A beating worse than death.”
	Beth could only stand trembling against the wall.
	Kenny stood—“Hey, listen, I’m not taking an ass beating for you.”
	Beth stared at him, “Huh?”
	“That son-of-a-bitch is crazy,” said Dana, “if we don’t do what he says he’ll beat us.”
	“Damn near kill us.” added Kenny.
	But that did little to motivate the new girl.
	“Please take off your clothes,” Hanna said, “that guy is nuts and dangerous.” She gave Kenny a sidewise glance, the boy was right at the point of doing something—like taking Beth’s clothes off himself.
	Though she didn’t understand what was going on, Beth timidly undone her pants.  She kept looking to where the Tormentor had gone, crying, and highly confused.  
	Kenny sat back down on the bed, watching the girl.  The girl sniveled and asked, “Why is he doing this?”
	No one answered her but waited.

	“Take off your top thing.” Kenny said.
	Beth had undone her light blue non-jean type pants and then paused with trembling fingers.  She looked to Kenny and exhibited an expression of “Huh?”
	“Take off your shirt, shirts, first, then the rest.” said Molly.
	“We all been thru this, we had to.” added Dana.
	“And you’d better do it or that son-of-a-bitch will beat the crap out of you.” Molly said.
	“He will.” Kenny confirmed.
	Beth shook her head—this was insane!
	Insane though it was—Beth summoned up the courage and pulled off her gray-blue sweat open sweat shirt, then a pink-blue shirt and then finally her pink undershirt.  She paused then as she was uncomfortable being so vulnerable and near naked in the presence of boys.
	Dana stood and came up to the new girl, then turned around.  Patting her ass she revealed the marks, marrings, welts, and still reddened ass from the no-cause ass busting she had received earlier.
	“You want this?” Dana asked.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Beth and once more she cringed and slid down the wall succumbing to severe emotions.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” bitched Kenny.
	“Leave her alone.” Hanna warned.
	Kenny reluctant curbed himself; he sat on the foot of the bed and fumed, though.  Hanna went to the new girl and squatted,
	“Listen, I know you’re scared, we all are,” she put a reassuring hand on the girl’s shoulders, “this isn’t a game, that fucking asshole is fucked in the head and other than beating the shit out of us—he can kill--”
	“And nearly has!” butted in Molly.
	“He has,” said Hanna, “he can be violent and do terrible things.”
	This speech didn’t particularly help Beth’s emotions.
	“Just take off your close before he comes back.”
	“Unless of course,” said Kenny, “you like having your ass beaten raw.”
	Beth didn’t.  Her emotions still “emotional” confounded her but she was helped to stand by Hanna and Dana.  Then off came her pink bra.  She sighed and though still very frightened and confused, pushed down her pants.
	Sproing!  Kenny got a boner!  He wasn’t even thinking sexual thoughts of any sort of deviancy, just wanting the girl to get naked to save her ass as well as everyone elses.

	Then she was in her panties.  Nice tight blue panties.  His eyes locked onto her crotch staring—staring—staring.  The new girl was approx. eleven, like the rest of the prisoners, and had a pretty decent body.  Her bare breasts looked nice and Kenny checked those, too.
	Kenny like Hanna—she was nice.  Dana, Molly; Tina McHass, Annie Basier, Heather Bosely—lots of girls at his school.  Lots of girls at his school he wouldn’t mind seeing undressing, in their bra and panties, and ultimately naked.  He was aware of EMADs and what they were for—and he wouldn’t mind having one to aid him in the pursuit of seeing the afore mention school girls naked.
	Hanna’s ass.  It was a nice ass and he had been in it a number of times so far, Howie had pestered him if he could remember how many times he had sodomized Hanna.  Kenny thought three times at least,
	“Since we started going by the clock?”
	Hmmm, Kenny thought so.  
	Then that meant three days.  Maybe.  The “asshole” Tormentor slash “Warden” goofed with the clock so it was a little skewed as to the exact time.  But still, it was sort of something to go by.  Sort of.
	But Hanna’s ass.  Sure it was revolting, sure it was even disgusting, and sure it was vile to engage in the sexual misbehaviors he had engaged with her—but, it was also good.  Kinda.  It felt good to cum, anyways.
	Peeing on her pussy, asshole, tits, and face was not so good.  Shooting his cum on her face was kinda good—she sucked real good, fondled his balls and brought him to a delicious orgasm.  Delicious!
	Fucking her pussy was pretty damn good, too!
	He just didn’t like the “force” part, or the spanking.  Although, being spanked BY Hanna wasn’t so bad—and he kind of liked spanking her, too.  That ass got him going but he didn’t like having to bring her to crying.
	Wiping her ass, cleaning it via the spigot thing sticking out of the wall after she had shit a turd was truly disgusting.  And after having to eat chili, beans, pizza, meatloaf, and oatmeal—taking a shit on a regular basis made the cleaning of the ass a ritual.
	And though it was disgusting, Kenny got a little boner when watching the girls poop.  They had to lay on their backs with their clenching assholes right at the opening in the floor.  The pee that came from their pussies was also and equally intriguing.  
	But anyways—Hanna (and Molly and Dana) had a nice ass.
	The new girl, Beth, closed her eyes, her lips trembled and she really was in emotional upheaval.  But she griped her panties and pushed them down.  

	Kenny then noticed his erection and had to sit differently as he didn’t want the girls to know.  Beth had a slight covering of poon pie pubes and a smooth unfucked cunt.  Her blue panties came to her knees where the girl’s emotions stopped her from pushing them further.
	So Hanna pushed them down, then lifting a each leg one at a time removed the cluttered garments from her and rendered her naked.  Hanna sighed and Kenny moved to the “toilet.”
	As before described, the toilet was a pipe in the cement floor with a plunger attachment to enact the “flush.”  Usually for the boys they had to prone themselves, angle their weenies to the hole while holding themselves up in a military push-up position.
	Kenny put his hard cock down into the hole.  He didn’t pee, he just wanted to hide his erection while Hanna and the other girls talked soothingly to her. Very muchly did Kenny want to masturbate—or bury his fuck stick into someone’s hole.  Very muchly.
	Beth Arny, eleven yrs young inside four months, stood trembling and frightened against the cement wall.  “What the fuck is going on?” she asked.
	Hanna sighed, she wasn’t one hundred percent sure herself; she knew only that she had her Band Mates were prisoners, sex prisoners of some deranged whacked out deviant.  How she and the others had been kidnapped she didn’t know.  One minute she was practicing “Do the Right Thing” in Howie’s garage and then…
	A jingle of keys at the cell door sent the kids scrambling back to their bed, Hanna dragging the naked newbie.  The Tormentor/Warden came in, bringing not one but TWO boys!
	Oh!

	First and foremost—the boys stared in awesome awe at the Prisoners.
	“Holy shit!” exclaimed the taller of the two.  Both boys blinked their eyes as they stared, mouths to the floor, erection in quandary—‘should I get hard?  Or tremble in fear and shrink up into the asshole?’
	Michael Bar and Donny Youst were guided to the spot where Beth had previously had to strip before the others.  And like Beth before they were given the command to “take off your clothes.”
	The boys stared at the Warden, gulped for air and were totally dumbfounded.  The Pain Stick suddenly came into play and smacked Michael’s belly.  The boy’s eyes bulged and he looked as if he were to vomit right then and there.
	The other boy quickly began undressing.  Michael followed.
	
	The boys, Michael and Donny, took little time in getting to their skin; they did pause when they realized they were down to their undies and not alone.  The girl prisoners “looked away”, the boys just nonchalantly observed without expression.
	Twelve year old Michael was some inches taller than most boys his age, lanky frame, blond w/blue eyes, and typical twelve year old geeky boy.  Donny was a bit shorter, a year younger, dark hair hanging partly into his eyes, not skinny, and not a virgin.  (more on that later…)
	When the boys paused at shucking their undies—the Warden smacked Donny’s stomach that sent the boy to the floor.  Michael pushed his tidy-whiteys to his ankles and stood up stark naked.  He was in great fear, his penis very much shriveled up.
	Donny withered on the cold cement floor cussing.
	“Stand up and remove the rest of your clothing,” said the Warden, “or you will get more of the same.”
	Not wanting “more of the same” Donny stood up.  Michael attempted to help but was admonished, “NO!” said the Warden, “he helps himself.”
	Michael held fast and waited.
	Donny slowly stood, grabbing his breath he slowly-slowly pushed down his underwear.	
	“We could have avoided pain if you would have followed orders.”
	Donny looked as if he wanted to say something, but he managed to hold his tongue.  
	“You have garnered yourself disciplinarian actions.”
	Donny stared at the man, ‘huh?’
	Then, before he knew it, he was pulled to the bed and positioned.  Feet apart, hands on the foot of the bed, bent with his face staring down to some naked eleven-twelve year old girl.  His severe confusion lasted momentarily as a belt suddenly lashed his bare ass.
	One swat—two swats—three swats.  The boy’s eleven year old bare ass quickly turned from lily white to blistering red.  Then, just when he had reached the point where he couldn’t stand it any more—the beating stopped.  Michael could only grip the bed and endure as the severe stinging to his ass tingled and emptied his mind of everything.
	Then, Michael was aware of something else—his ass was being rubbed but not by his own hands!  He gasped in horror but was still too much in agonizing pain to fully comprehend what was going on or to do anything about it.

	Then,
	“Take me out.” 
	Molly closed her eyes but obeyed, on her knees beside the new Prisoner she unzipped the fly of the Warden and pulled out his erection.
	“Prep me.” 
	Molly cringed but put her fingers about the man’s cock and stroked it as she squeezed.  Then, when it was very hard and taut,
	“Suck me.”
	Molly hated sucking the man’s foul cock—but she hated being spanked even worse.  Putting her lips about the cock she went down—down and down.  The Warden’s cock filled her mouth—she found it vile.  She was getting used to sucking on the boys but she loathed the Wardens.
	He didn’t shoot into her mouth, though.  He pulled out and slapped her face, the face fucked her making her suck his balls while his cock was up alongside her nose.
	“Guide me in.” he said.
	Dana held Michael’s cheeks open while Molly guided the Tormentor’s cock into the boy’s hole.  Once the head was in past the virgin rim, the shoving began without further aid from the girls.  Michael was livid but with so much paid already screeching thru his body he was in no position to do squat.
	And then there was Hanna.  Hanna lay on the bed her naked poon inches from his tortured face.  She fingered her sex, spread her legs wide and confused the boy to no end.
	At length Michael “went down” on the girl but he didn’t munch her cunt—he breathed hotly into her cunt opening and was seemingly unschooled in the tactic of eating pussy.
	Meanwhile, the Warden was “in” and fucking.

	The Warden did some serious fucking, a determination to “get off.”  Everyone was mesmerized by the man’s doing—although each had been boffed in the ass before and had watched the others getting boffed therein, too.
	Michael’s screams could be heard even though his mouth was down onto Hanna’s pussy.  At length, though, some tolerance there was as the boy’s asshole muscles gave in and he relaxed.  The Warden humped a good hump—squirting a massive wad DEEP into the young boy’s anal cavity.  When he pulled out he angled it to the nearby Molly.
	Molly was aghast as the man’s cock was “soiled” and very-very disgusting.  In no way did she want to suck it “clean” as intended.

	Luckily she didn’t have to, the Warden humped his soiled schlong against Michael’s tortured ass flesh, spanking the boy with his soiled cock (and squirting a little more juice, too).  The Warden then stepped back, picked up the boy’s clothes and made his way out saying “add them to your chores.”
	Donny had remained against the wall during the “disciplinarian” action against his friend, Michael.  His cock wavered between Hard and Not Hard.  Naked girls were cool, but the mistreatment was not.

*

Wha-huh!?
	“Wha-huh!?” exclaimed new prisoner Michael.  He blinked his bright blue eyes and stared in awe at the one called Kenny.  Beside him sat the naked Hanna nodding her head, “Yep, it’s true.”
	Sex.  Regular sex on a timely basis.  the girls sucked the boys, the boys licked out the girls; the boys fucked the girls in the ass and in their pussy.  
	“And then there’s the bathroom.” Kenny added.  Explaining that took a little more doing.  Michael was just as awed with that as anything else he had been told.
	Then, he noticed the girl called “Hanna” laying out—naked.  Naked.
	The girl called Hanna was NAKED—and laying out RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!  His asshole still hurt, he knew that he had been kidnapped AND it was for some bizarre sexual reason—and the kids/prisoners were filling his head with ritualistic timely doings in regards to sex and sex acts—but there was an twelve years old girl laying on a bed NAKED!
	His asshole DID hurt—so did his ass, his head, and then for some reason—his balls.  Michael Bar was a virgin.  He barely even “played” with his dick.  Sure it got hard—sometimes on its own but usually nice girls his age, some a little older, some even a little younger.  He knew Right from Wrong but was really and truly a “virgin” when it came to the concept of sex and sex acts.  There was the understanding of copulation for the reason of bringing forth a new life—but that was basically it.
	He was a little naïve in other words.
	But!  He was a quick learner!

	“You have to get on me.” Hanna told him.
	Michael blinked his eyes, “Wha-huh?”  He was tall, as aforemention; a geeky fellow with a high voice, a member of the school band, kind of had the smarts for basic schooling and naked—wasn’t a bad looking fella.
	And with not so much grump or even hesitation—twelve year old naïve Michael Bar climbed onto Hanna Labeau.  He still blinked his eyes in utter confusion—then froze solid as Hanna caressed his bare ass.
	Hanna parted her legs and pushed her sex up to greet his.  
	Blinking his eyes (and breathing) was all that he could do.
	Hanna gingerly took the boy’s prong and glided it up and down her pussy; using her hand she tugged his dick into her trench; her other hand pushing down on his still searing ass.
	Michael got the message and suddenly before he knew it his dick was IN—IN a girl’s pussy!  Sure he had seen a girl’s pussy—little wee little girls.  He could only partly imagine what a girl actually looked like naked, he had barely even ever held a girl’s hand.  He had been close to them, could smell whatever perfume they wore; he liked the way they laughed; he had heard Jessica Beel fart; and he had seen their panty lines.
	But this incidence just beat all!

	In the other bed, Donny Youst needed no coaxing and on the utterance from Molly “you gotta do me”, Donny crawled into position and guided his eleven year old cock into her eleven year old cunt.  His eyes locked onto hers, and gently pushed his sex into hers.
	Donny wasn’t a virgin.  He seemed to be “pro” in his doing; he lay on Molly in the beginning but then pushed himself up and just pumped with his hips.  Molly spread her legs wider and took his offering.
	“Are you going to cum?” Hanna asked Michael.
	By the blinking of his eyes and blank expression Hanna knew the boy hadn’t a clue (as to what “cum”) was.  There was some natural ability in his doing, fucking was a natural instinct all horndogs had regardless if they had ever fucked before or not.  Michael hadn’t but he was as previously stated, a quick learner.
	To answer Hanna’s question—“are you going to cum?”, Michael did.  He had apparently never-ever cum before.  His eyes brightened, bulged, and stared to the girl.  The cumming was unique, he had never experienced such a deed and couldn’t determine if it felt good, was supposed to feel good, or what.  All he knew was, though, there was no stopping it.  (and at length her determined that he liked it—a lot!)

	Naked.  The girl was naked.  His dick was IN her pussy and had done something incredible (that he liked—a lot!)  It was mind boggling—very-very mind boggling.  He forgot (temporarily) all about the pain inflicted to his asshole and flesh.
	“There’s more.” Hanna said in a whisper.  After Michael finally pulled out—after being somewhat pushed off by an impatient Hanna, he was filled in on the Timely Doings.
	More mind blowing/mind boggling incredibleness filled his head.  
	“Wha-huh?” he said.  He couldn’t believe it. 
	“Lay down,” Hanna said, “I have to suck you.”
	Michael stared, licked his lips, and blinked his eyes—this time due to heavy sweat droplets stinging his eyes.  In a zombie-like numbness Michael rolled clumsily off of Hanna and onto his back.  The full concept of what was happening to him, where, and how were elusive and would remain so for quite some time.
	On the other bed, Molly was sucking Donny via a sixty-niner.

	He didn’t even care that his dick had just been there and something had happened while his dick was there.  It didn’t matter—he was up close and personal with a girl’s pussy.  His mind still tried to gather in Hanna’s fine nude body—she had tits, a pussy, everything—naked.
	Then, after he had laid down as she told him, she moved her hands over his sweating heaving body—inching  her hands down to his dick.  Then, as she gripped his dick and began toying with it (and he didn’t mind at all) she swung a leg over and planted her hairless stinky cum drenched cunt onto his face.  His cum (but he didn’t realize it.)
	Hanna gyrated her stanky cunt onto the boy’s face and began working his cock back to stiff mode reluctantly pressing her lips to the glistening head and taking the whole thang into her mouth.  She gave little in emotion and engulfed the member, sucking it—sucking it—sucking it.
	Michael’s mind was already blown—now his cock was!  He was barely cognizant of the girl’s cummy cunt in his face but more on the girl’s ass.  He was an “ass man” always eyeing a girl’s butt as she walked, stood, and especially BENT OVER!
	Nervously he caressed the girl’s ass, he couldn’t believe what was happening and was barely aware of his cock being sucked.  The girl called Hanna had a nice ass—a really nice ass.

	Beth Arny was a hold-out, but trembled in lots of fear about her refusal to “join in.”  Molly and Dana cautioned her, warned her, “you’d better join in” they explained, “he’ll whip you.”
	Beth trembled, clung to the wall, and sobbed.  It was a natural thing, a given, but it could only be tolerated for so long.  “He’s fucking nuts,” Dana explained, “he’ll fucking kill you if you don’t.”  if you don’t get on this bed and “get busy.”
	It was hard for Beth to comply, though; but by the coaxing of Molly and Dana, Beth brought her self to their bed.  Dana sat on the new prisoner, Donny—sat on his face (he didn’t mind so much) while Molly masturbated him—he didn’t mind that, either!  
	Beth was coaxed into handling Donny’s cock.  Reluctantly she put her fingers about the boy’s dick and like Molly showed her, participated in masturbating Donny Youst—he didn’t mind that, either.  Go figure.

	Michael orgasmed.  One shot squirted suddenly into Hanna’s mouth and she quickly pulled the member out of her mouth and let the rest of his anointing goo spew onto her face.  There wasn’t much but enough.  Hanna made sure that the “camera” saw it.
	After Michael had given is all, he was pretty much worthless.  Hanna sat up and wriggled her cunt onto his face and pretended to like it.  She fingered her sex, squeezed her breasts and made she the camera saw it.
	In the other bed, new girl Beth Arny was sucking on new boy Donny Youst.  She didn’t particularly care for it “ewewew,” she had exclaimed at the beginning, “that’s gross!” but the pretty eleven year complied—in fear of the Warden returning to beat her, or kill her.  Sucking a boy’s cock was far better than getting beaten.  
	Beth Arny normally wore glasses, those were gone.  Her hair was a lovely curly brown and she had some nominal “breast meat.”  Like Michael, she was a little naïve in regards to sex and sex acts.  She had heard about “blow jobs”  “oral”  “anal” and then a host of odds and ends of descriptions in regards to “positions”.  She was, though, a little clueless albeit naïve about such things as Doggie Style, Sixty-Niner, Around-the-World, Over-the-Shoulder-Boulder-Holder and a whole bunch others.  
	Little boys naked, boys a year or two younger naked, same boys peeing in their backyards, in the woods while camping; boys farting, herself farting, seeing her Daddy naked, was something she had no problem with.  Though it was difficult she tuned out the horrid things surrounding her life; offensive goings on in her world she turned a blind eye to and didn’t participate in.

	Giving Donny a handjob was one thing, sucking his cock was one thing, “riding” his cock was something else all together.  Beth Arny was a virgin—she barely fingered her sex let alone consider the concept of “riding” some boy’s dick!
	Sure she found some boys cute and she was mildly curious about sex, and accompanying sex acts—but to actually involve herself was something she couldn’t do.
	Molly showed Beth “the way to do it.”
	Beth sat back on her knees at the foot of the bed—eyes wide in utter awe as she watched the girl Molly slid her sex down onto the boy Donny’s rock hard cock.  The boy Donny placed his hands onto the girl’s ass, pulling them open as she slid down on him.  It was mind blowing with Beth’s mouth hung open trying to comprehend what she was seeing.
	“Whoa.” she finally managed to mutter.  She had no idea.  It was “wow” and a half dozen other expressions of pure wonderment.  There was Molly’s poop hole; there was Donny’s penis, his testicles, and his penis going up into Molly’s sex.  “Wow.”

	7AM:  7:20AM found Hanna servicing Donny Youst.  He had been told the “ritual” of the clock and what all was involved.  “Ok.” he said nodding.  Other than the beatings and embarrassment at the funky toilet, the sex part was pretty good.
	Michael was still asleep.  Dana had Howie’s cock going strong in her mouth, her pussy squashed down onto the boy’s face.  She sucked him hard and was getting a face full of boy spunk for her reward.
	The door being opened frightened the group; Dana sat up, Howie clutched her hips and wondered who was going to get it.  Hanna sat up, she had been sitting awkwardly on the single bed sucking Donny and was about to sit on his face like Dana was doing to Donny.  Beth Arny curled up tightly to herself on the bed she had to share with Michael and Molly.
	The Warden/Tormentor nodded with a stoic face to the group, then smacked the still sleeping Michael on the ass.
	“Let’s go.” The Warden said.
	“Wha-huh?” the sleepy head lanky boy said.
	“What are you going to do to him?” Hanna asked.
	The Warden said nothing but took the boy by the elbow and out the door they went.
	“Damn,” said Hanna, “he didn’t do anything—I mean, he did what he was supposed to do.”
	“What do you think’s going to happen to him?” Howie asked.

	“Either a beating or--” she didn’t finish but let it be conveyed.
	“Damn,” said Dana sliding off of Donny, “that could be any of us, at any time.”
	Howie sat up looking to Hanna.  Hanna nodded a slight head nod…

	Down a dim lit hall but not far from the “cell” he had just been in to a new cell.  Inside there was two single beds and a cute little girl no more than five—no more than five.  Clothed, too.
	“Go inside, take her clothes off.”
	Michael looked to the Warden in shock.  “What the--?” he was too stunned and shocked to add any more.
	The Warden smacked the naked boy’s ass, pinning him to the wall and jamming a rigid object to his ass(hole); “Listen ‘ere, matey,” sneered not nicely the Warden/Tormentor, “you do what I tells ya or you take punishment.”  Then,
	“And if you still don’t do something I tells ya, someone else will take punishment instead—for you.” then, “Got it?”
	Michael “got it”.  He was horrified but in fear of getting punishment or having someone else take punishment in his stead prompted him to go inside the cell and do as he had been instructed—which was to take off the little girl’s clothes.
	She was five, blond-blond hair with blue-blue eyes.  She was a sweet lovely little kid, a pink shirt with a fuzzy tiger on the front, short jeans, red socks with tennis shoes.
	Michael noticed as he lifted off her shirt firstly that she seemed a little “funny”—kinda sleepy with a sort of odd wavering he had seen older teens and his uncle act (after some drinking and smoking those funny cigarettes.)
	As per instructions after gently laying the girl down on the bed he removed her blue shorts.  Nice little kiddie panties greeted him and gave him an instant boner.  He was shocked at what his cock did—it was very-very inappropriate to get hard in the presence of the little girl.
	But there was more…
	As per instructions, Michael slipped the little girl’s panties off, too.
	She was naked.  ‘cept for shoes and socks, she was naked.  Naked.  Nice and clean and naked.  But she was five and Michael had a problem with that.  But in lieu of getting a belt lashing to his ass or someone else because he refused—he went down on the girl, licking out her young cunny.
	He didn’t particularly delight in it, but cunt munching was new to him, too.  He had licked and licked on Hanna and Beth and had graciously taken in the whole of their sex—it was up close and personal and wow!

	But this little kid—she was five!  She was cute, that was true, and had a nice little body.  There was the slight hint of “pee” on the girl’s smooth virgin poon; Michael licked and licked and licked; driving his tongue into her crevice, pressing his thumbs to her very virgin poon trying to shove his flicking tongue into her sex.
	“After a few minutes you can stop licking her and jack off onto her face.”
	Jack off onto her face.
	Jack off onto her face!
	Michael really didn’t have a clue as to “jack off onto her face” meant.  But then, “I want to see your cum all over her pretty little face.”
	Cum.  Michael knew what that was.  He was not an avid masturbator, or jerker-offer, but he knew what cum was—sperm.  Sperm that shot out of his dick when he was hard and was playing with himself too much.  It felt good to cum—real good.  And cumming in Hanna’s mouth, in her pussy, in Dana’s asshole, all was A-Number One fucking fantastic!
	But to “jerk off” on to the little girl’s face?  Michael had high reservations about that.  But a belt lashing to his bare ass wasn’t pleasant.
	“If you don’t,” said the Warden, “I might just have to spank her instead.”
	Michael didn’t want that—she was too young to be spanked by a belt.
	There was no other recourse—he was to frail to fight the Warden, he scooted up the girl’s little body and began the process of “jerking off.”  It wasn’t too hard a deal to do or master—the images of Hanna, Dana, Molly, and Beth filled his mind—greatly.  And as he “got busy” and the feelings of pure joy began to seethe within him—he no longer cared that the little girl was five years old.  All that mattered was to cum.
	And so he did.  A lot!
	His hand worked feverishly on his pud, switching off now and then conjuring fantastic feelings that were orgasmic.  The act made his toes curl, his eyes fluttered, and his body arch and twist—it was almost as good as being in a mouth or pussy!  Almost.
	The first squirt blasted hot and sticky onto the little girl’s face squirting up her face and into her hair.  The second blast lay beside the first with the third and subsequent orgasmic shoots coating thoroughly her sweet little innocent face.
	“put your balls into her mouth.” the Warden had told him.
	Michael finished ejaculating and scooted up a little more onto Linda’s face placing his tingling testicles into her mouth.  His cock still tingled, too.

	“Excellent,” said the Warden knocking on the door and indicating to Michael that he should come out—he was done, “you’ve done excellently.”
	Guided by the elbow the newest prisoner was led down a short hallway.  While the Warden operated a passage door, young Michael got to peek into a nearby room.  A girl no more than eleven or so was sucking on a boy’s dick who was no more than twelve.  Behind the girl, a boy about thirteen or so was fucking her while underneath a girl approximately twelve sucked on the fucking boy’s balls.
	The boy who was fucking the cocksucking girl had a mark on his ass.
	The girl who was cocksucking had a mark on both of her ass cheeks.
	The girl who was on her back sucking the fucking boy—just before the Warden pulled Michael away into the adjoining passage, she stood to reveal a mark on her hairless pussy.
	“Brandings.” the Warden explained.
	“Brandings?”
	“Yeah, like the cowboys do to their cattle and horses; to mark their property.”
	Michael was stunned.  Way stunned.  
	“It’s also a form of punishment.  Trying to escape, escape, fighting, and refusal to participate in given commands.”
	Michael was just stupefied.
	At a cell door they paused, Michael saw that there were two rooms, two cell doors and then another passage door that was solid steel.  A red light in a metal shield was above the door.  Before Michael could concentrate on anything else detail wise—he was abruptly smacked on the ass, “Pay attention!” barked the Warden.
	“Yes, sir!”
	Michael rubbed his searing ass and listened to the new instructions.

	Inside the cell was a lone girl, not too tall, blond hair in a pony tail, lily white skin, a sun shiny face, and all kinds of terrified.  And though she was terrified, she was controllable—or at least in control of her emotions.  But still—
	When the door opened she pushed herself back to the wall in great fear.  Then, her eyes widened in awe as the naked Michael entered.  He tried to be nonchalant and not come into the room too far.  The door closed behind him and he was beset with “instructions.”
	“Hi!” he said, though.  He needed to break the ice before proceeding, it seemed the thing to do than to be bold and say, “Hey, I’m here to fuck your brains out, cum and pee on you.”

	The girl, Sara Sarna, breathed a little hard as she clung to the wall.
	“Hi, uh, uhm, I’m Michael.”
	Sara remained tight lipped.  How she had come to be in the room and the predicament she was in and or facing she didn’t quite understand.  All that mattered was that she was in an unfamiliar place and there was a naked geeky twelve year old boy with her.
	“Uh, we have to do stuff.” Michael continued.
	“What stuff?” Sara asked.
	Michael knew it was going to be difficult—and a whole lot embarrassing.  But he was already naked.  Staying where he was he tried thinking it out, coming up with a “plan” on the fly.
	“Well, that guy, that guy outside--”
	“Who is he?”
	Michael really didn’t know and shrugged his shoulders saying, “I don’t know, really, but—but he’s dangerous.”
	Sara had that part figured out.  When she had become “aware” of herself and surroundings, “that man” pinned her to the lone bed in the room and spanked her butt; roughly he pulled her pants down and spanked her and she knew—she just knew she was going to get raped or sodomized.  
	But luckily it didn’t happen.  (not yet)
	“Well,” continued Michael still staying just at the door, “you-you sort of have to take off your clothes.”  Yeah, sort of.  The door like all the other cells had a small square window in it with a wire mesh embedded within; Michael’s head blocked any possible view—but then again, there was a video camera tucked up in a corner…
	Sara wasn’t too keen on the notion of taking off her clothes.  Then Michael told her, “I-I sort of have to.”
	“Have to what?”
	“I have to take them off.”
	Sara stared him; she wore a nice not too bright yellow cotton top, plain; blue britches that were Capri type, and yellow ankle socks with blue tennis shoes.
	“He’s sort of watching us.” and Michael conveyed to the girl with his eyes to the camera in the corner.  Sara wasn’t supposed to look-look but she did.  She gathered the information quickly assessing the situation and was horrified.  “Oh crap.” she breathed.
	“If I don’t, he’ll beat me, or you, or both.” then, “and there are others here, too; he’ll beat them.
	Sara nodded, she understood.  “Ok.” she said.

	Off from the wall and off of the bed she came to stand at the foot of the bed while Michael carefully stepped closer to her.  They were practically the same height but Sara was ten years young while Michael was twelve.  She WAS pretty, flat chested, nice body, and Michael got wood.
	Sara seemed relaxed; she was greatly scared, frightened, but not terrified or horrified.  
	“What’s after?” she asked.
	“After?” Michael asked as he reached to pull off the girl’s top.
	“After you take off my clothes?”
	Michael’s cock wavered between getting really hard and sort of hard.
	Sighing he said, “Well, that’s where it gets complicated.”
	Sara’s pretty blue eyes brightened but not with delight as she heard that the naked boy before her had to “lick out her pussy”; asshole, and suck on her developing titties.  Then, “I have to pee on you before I stick my thingy in.”
	It wasn’t totally mind blowing or even boggling, but it was mind warping.  Sara’s fright level crept up some in conjunction with confusion and awe.  Michael dropped the girl’s top and lifted off her tee shirt.  Her delicate breasts weren’t much but they were developing.  He moved to his knees and unfastened the girl’s britches gently tugging them down.
	Sara had on bright yellow panties.

	With her mouth open in shock and awe, but not horror or terror, Sara Michelle Sarns watched the lanky blond haired boy called Michael tug her panties down.  He was embarrassed, she was a little frightened.  When he stood, there was his penis—erect and apparently “peeing” or something.
	“You have to suck it.” Michael told her.
	Sara’s usually happy face went suddenly serious with fullness of concern.  ‘Say what?’  
	“If you don’t,” Michael said in a low voice in equal concern, “he’ll come in here.” He didn’t need to finish.  But Sara needed time to collect herself.  The concept of sucking a boy’s dick was more than elusive and more than repulsive—now it was horrifying.
	Then there was the whole being nude with a nude boy-stranger.
	“Please,” begged Michael, “he’ll beat you, or me, or both!”
	Sara began to breath hard, her emotions got to her and she began to cry.  Michael resisted turning his head to look at the door and knelt down before the frightened girl.  He realized that the girl he had just jerked off onto had been drugged.  He wished Sara was.

	Sara’s emotions didn’t get the better of her and after about five minutes, she reached out to “handle” Michael’s cock.  Michael’s enthusiasm was greatly curbed—until Sara began handling his tool.  He watched her in awe as her delicate fingers wrapped about his pud and went slowly up and down.  It felt great!
	Handjobbing a cock was one thing, that thing about “sucking” was something else all together.  Sara couldn’t conceive the concept.  Yes, she was a virgin; but she HAD seen little boys naked, peeing in the woods.  She HAD seen older boys, teen boys, masturbating (in the woods) and she HAD found particular favor in fingering herself.  The fingers was new and she wasn’t too sure about it; but it did feel good!
	On the school ground she was aware of “naughty” girls; boys and girls going behind the school buildings at what Sara thought was for kissing; until a friend took her to see and there was Jeremy Joneah and Vea Jobona engaged in a doggie-style act.  
	Blowjobs  Handjobs  Fingerings  Oral  Anal  Doggie  Around-the-World  Spanking  Going Down and a host of other terms Sara had heard but had little idea of what they actually pertained to, except that she knew they were dirty and oh so naughty!
	Michael’s cock grew stiffer and hotter in her fingers.
	“You have to suck it.” he told her.
	Sara had no cause to doubt him, she had been spanked, hard.  She heard other spankings going on wherever the hell she was.  The concept of being kidnapped was not elusive to her, she knew it.  But any more than that was a blur.  Why was she kidnapped?
	Sex.
	Sex.
	Sex.
	She was not that naïve; horrible-horrible things going on in the news everyday was hard to escape.  Her parents shielded her from the horror of the news about sex and depravity; but the news of such deplorable goings on was on the school grounds and so she knew.
	The tip of Michael’s penis was glistening with something.  It wasn’t pee, he said that he had to pee on her but it didn’t look like pee to her.  It looked like spit.
	“I’m not sucking that—that stuff on there, I’m not putting my mouth on that with that stuff on there.”
	Michael wiped the splooge but Sara was still a little apprehensive.
	Michael suddenly had the need to poop.

	His need to poo was curbed when Sara did the unthinkable—pressed her lips to his mushroom head and take it into her mouth.  She immediately reared he head back spouting “Ewewewe!”
	Michael’s cock pulsed and felt horribly embarrassed.
	But there was great fear, too.
	“If you don’t do it--”
	But once more Sara’s emotions overtook her.
	Behind them, a powerful knock came to the door.  Not a typical “hey, here I am, let me in” but a “hey, get with the program before I come in there!”
	Both children jumped and turned to stare at the door anticipating the great heavy door opening and the Tormenting Warden barging in.  They saw, though, the Warden’s face in the small little window.
	“I don’t want spanked.” Michael said.
	“Me neither.” said Sara and once more she took Michael’s cock in hand; worked it, squeezed it, then kissed it.  From kissing her mouth went down on the pulsing prong—passed the super sensitive mushroom head and then down the shaft.
	Michael held fast and tried not to enjoy it all that much or to shove his dick into her mouth and pump—but it sure was hard!  Sara had natural talent—she was repulsed and sickened.  But fear of a belting (or worse) kept her talent working.
	Although it repulsed Sara, Michael found it very enjoyable.  He was a little put off by the way it had to come about, and he very muchly put out of his mind what he had just done with the five year old; all that mattered was the current and it felt good!
	The blowjob was great—well, Michael thought so.  Sara was a little grossed out—and then a LOT grossed out when he peed into her mouth.  It was not, though, “pee” per se but “other.”  Cum.  Sperm.  Splooge.  Spunk matter.  Sticky icky.  Nut juice—ball juice.  Cock grease.  One fantastic squirt filled Sara’s mouth with one more coating her tonsils before she retched and pulled her head back.
	“Oh sick!” she blurted almost throwing up.
	Michael was more than embarrassed and no longer enjoyed the act of cumming off.  He continued to cum, though; one squirt landing on Sara’s legs.  The girl could only sit on the floor and retch.
	The ordeal of cocksucking took a while to recover from.  Both kids settled, some, Michael more than Sara.  The whole horrid situation consumed the girl—being apparently out and out kidnapped for obvious sexual purposes.  What confused her was why was it Michael?

	“So you’ve been kidnapped, too?”
	Michael shrugged and nodded.
	A pause lasting a minute; then,
	“What happens now, I mean, what else happens?”
	Michael didn’t know quite how to explain, “I have to fuck you.”
	Licking his lips and thinking carefully, “Well, I-I sort of have to, have to—you know--”
	“What?”
	Michael looked to the floor, to her panties that were still on her ankles.  He didn’t know the terminology and she wasn’t drugged like Linda and wasn’t “willing” like the other girls.  
	Finally, “I have to do you.”
	Sara blinked her eyes to the boy, “Do me?”
	Michael shook his head and only briefly looked to Sara’s eyes; then he lowered his eyes to focus on the girl’s naked sex.  Sara sat on her butt, back against the wall, pussy exposed for all to see.
	Nodding his head in quick succession he focused on Sara’s pussy, 
	“Yeah, there.”
	Sara looked down for confirmation.  “Oh my God!” she blurted.
	“I’m sorry.” Michael said with his voice cracking and wavering.
	Sara took the moment to try and gather herself; she closed her legs and felt very-very uncomfortable as well as a whole lot embarrassed.
	“If you don’t,” Michael whispered shaking his head, then sighing and almost losing emotional control, “he’ll do us.”
	Sara didn’t quite no what that meant—she was still hung up on the “do her” part.  What would it be like?  She shook her head almost violently—how could she even consider!
	“I-I don’t know what to do.” she almost cried.
	“I know—I know, it’s crazy.”  then, “but if we don’t do it he’ll beat us with a belt and then--”
	“Then what?”
	Michael pursed his lips shaking his head sadly, “you don’t want to know.”
	Sara closed her eyes.  “This is messed up.”
	Michael nodded.  Thereafter it was silence—then the door opened.
	“Oh shit.” Michael blurted.  He turned and braced against the wall, Sara wrapped her arms about her upright knees a little tighter and wept.  The Warden entered, closed the door, and approached.

	“Stand up.”
	“Shit.” Michael knew what was coming.  His balls tightened up, his legs trembled, and his puckered asshole clenched all the tighter.  Sara cringed and watched as the Warden lashed Michael’s ass, legs, and backside.  The boy was pinned to the bed and lashed mercilessly all to Sara’s dismay and horror.
	Five minutes later and the boy slumped to the cement floor.  The Warden turned his attention to the girl, “This could have been prevented.” He said coolly, “Next time will be YOUR turn.”  Sara felt ill—really-really ill.  Michael had curled up into a fetal position.
	“When he recovers,” the man said in a flat monotone voice, “he has things to complete with you.”  Once completed, Sara was assured that she would be released (from the room) as would Michael.
	“If you do not complete my tasks, then you will not be released.”
	Sara asked, “Why are you doing this!?”
	“Because I can.”  The man stepped back to the door and smacked the belt in the air causing both kids to jump.  “You don’t have much time,” the man added.  He paused a moment then opened the door; Sara saw another man escorting a little girl.  She had long blond hair clear to her butt and was no more than six years old cuddling a raggedy teddy bear.  And she was naked, too.
	The door closed.

*

	For a long while, a long while—nothing.  Michael remained curled up tight and after a while of sobbing succumbed to sleep.  Sara remained up against the wall—her young mind in a tizzy.  It was just too much—too much.  She sighed and waited.  And waited.  And then waited some more.
	Sex.  It boiled down to having to engage immorally with the boy.  She was a virgin, she had only begun to find pleasure in fingering her sex and had no idea what it would be like to engage in sex with a boy.  She was only ten and sex wasn’t supposed to be a part of her life until at least junior high!
	Sucking his cock—that had been gross.  Way gross.  She hoped not to have to do that again.  Slowly as she sat she came to realize that there was nothing to do but submit.  If she did what the man wanted—then maybe he WOULD let her go.
	Maybe.  She kinda doubted it and wondered why the man hadn’t raped her?  Maybe he would—later.  Sitting against the wall with her knees up, arms about her knees she bowed her head to her knees and slept.

	At length, Michael stirred.  He was still in pain and rubbed his blistered ass and sat up with only a slight glance to the only other occupant of the room.  Sara sighed, she knew that whatever she said wouldn’t matter.  She was concerned for him but knew that saying “are you alright?” or “how are you?” or “does it hurt” would be stupid.
	Suddenly the door opened.
	Michael clenched himself and got up against the wall in great fear and trepidation.  Sara was certain it was her turn.  
	The Warden, though, came in bearing a tray.  Sodas, mini sandwiches, chips, and bottled water.  “Lunch.” he said without emotion.  He sat the tray down on a small metal table, then stood with hands on hips.  “You have an hour to clean it up.”
	Michael and Sara nodded that they understood.
	“Afterwards,” he said looking to Michael, “lick out her pussy then pee on it.”
	After licking and peeing—fucking.  Just out and out fucking—followed by “in her ass”, too.
	“And there had better be CUM showing, too!” the Warden went out the room, shut the door and locked it.  Sara drank in the Warden’s words trying to fathom what had been decreed.  Michael was embarrassed, ‘pee on her!?’  He sighed, shook his head and painfully scooted across the floor to the table.
	The sodas and water were cold; the mini sandwiches were egg salad and tuna salad w/ cheese; the chips were good and there, too, were mildly warm mini corndogs.  A good meal and the two helped themselves.

	During their meal neither spoke and barely looked to one another.  Two sodas and two water bottles.  Both polished off most the lunch consumables and the sodas and were starting on the water—“finish it all.” They had been told.  Their stomachs, though, were already full.
	“Lick her pussy.” The Warden had said.  Michael’s mind was in a blurring whirl at the concept.  Pee on her pussy, lick her pussy, then fuck it.  He began to sweat and feel embarrassed again.
	After their lunch; Sara politely burped and sat back against the wall.
	“Lick her pussy.” The words swirled endlessly in Michael’s mind.  He looked to her, shrugged and then looked away.
	“I-I guess you’d better get to it.” Sara said.
	Michael’s embarrassment level escalated; but he shrugged and offered a meager smile.  “I-I guess so.” he managed to say.  

	Sara scooted down, opening her legs, revealing her sex.
	He forgot the names of those “other” girls in that other room he had been in.  Bare naked girls.  Naked.  He had licked on them, pussy and where they pooped from.  He had been sucked AND fucked!
	The thoughts of the doings in that “other” room filled him and caused his cock to grow.  Sara’s pussy was right there.  He stared at it.  There was better lighting in the cell/room but to describe Sara’s pussy he couldn’t.  what words were there to describe a girl’s pussy?
	So he stared, Sara wiggled some and opened her legs a little wider; then she began fingering herself.  Michael began to sweat with his cock growing more intense.
	“You’d better do it,” she said, “or he’ll come back in here.”
	Michael nodded and “down” he went.
	To describe the “taste” of licking a girl’s pussy—he couldn’t.  it was sort of like licking skin—he had done that (to himself) a couple times but he couldn’t remember why.  There was the slick-slipperiness from her slit where he guessed she peed from.  He hoped she wouldn’t pee on him while he licked her there.
	And speaking of pee…
	“I gotta pee.” Michael announced sitting up.  He didn’t know just how long he was supposed to lick Sara’s pussy, but he knew that he had to pee on her and he had to pee.
	Michael held his penis, it was hard and giving him mixed signals—he felt the need to pee but there was another feeling there, too.  He wanted to masturbate (and how!) as well as—yes! sink his cock into Sara’s pussy!
	Sara raised an eyebrow, ‘well?’
	Michael struggled and was more than uncomfortable.
	Finally, with a sigh, he stretched the skin of his tube flute; then,
	“Wait,” Sara said scrambling up, “maybe it’d be better over here.”
	Her ass.  Her naked ass went right by his face.  She was naked all over!  His eyes followed her naked butt as she went to the regular house type toilet.  There was a pipe that run up the wall with a shower head angled down.  No sink.  The toilet was a normal toilet often found in homes everywhere.  Sara parked her nakedness on the toilet seat, angling herself so as her pussy was UP for Michael to pee on and his urine would spill into the toilet and not the floor to make a mess (or smell.)
	Michael guessed it was alright.
	Then she farted.

*

	It wasn’t a good plan—hardly.  But it was a valiant effort.  The consequences would be dire if the plan was discovered, but—
	“It’ll just have to be when it’s him,” Hanna said lowly as she lay on her bed, “or otherwise it wont work.”
	Howie nodded.
	“You sure you know what you’re doing?”
	Howie didn’t answer or give much of a facial reply.
	“He’ll have to be occupied—doing one of us or something.”
	“Keep him distracted.” Kenny added in with his head on Howie’s shoulder assuming a “loving” manner.  The camera in the upper corner seemed to be zeroed in on the kids; Hanna on a bed, on her stomach with Molly beside her (asleep).  Across from her in the other bed Howie lay on his stomach right on the edge.  Kenny laying right up against him—but that was how the Warden liked them.
	It was a risky plan, but a plan.  Howie hoped he knew what he was doing.  He realized, even at his young age, there were some unknowns.  He also knew that if his plan failed, if they got caught, if it didn’t go just right or as planned—they were doomed.

*

	Once the flow began—there was not stopping.  It felt almost as good as cumming!  Michael held his puddling and let the pee flow and it was quite a relief.  Sara clung herself to the toilet greatly embarrassed not so much by being naked, being naked with a boy, being naked with a boy who was also naked, being naked with a boy who was also naked and peeing on her pussy—but because she had farted.
	It couldn’t help—nor stopped.  Once she was poised on the toidy, situated and all—the natural release of a gaseous anomaly naturally happened.  Michael giggled—and then commenced with peeing on her.
	Michael peed and peed and peed.
	Sara clung to the toilet and watched in wonderment; the pee tickled her pussy and asshole.  The embarrassment level was tricky; she felt her own need to pee encroaching upon her—“Pee on his face.”  That was going to be a toughie.  Real tough.  But she was aware that non-compliance meant a beating.  Or, according to Michael, worse.  

 	Sara didn’t want to know what “worse” there could be other than being horribly spanked, raped, and whatever.  Like Michael, she was a little naïve and not aware of deviant behaviors in men like the Tormentor/Warden.  
	Finally Michael finished.  He sighed, flopped his pud and stood up to stretch.  Sara sat properly on the toilet and resisted the urgent need of herself to be relieved.
	“Your turn now, I guess.”
	Michael wasn’t too thrilled with the notion of Sara peeing on him, directly onto his face.  But he didn’t want a spanking, either—or worse.  Quickly did he blot out the images of those he had seen in other cells with brand marks on their bodies.  A spanking was one thing—but being branded?
	There was a drain in the center of the cell room, the floor sort of seemed to slope to the drain; there was no cover—like in the previous cell room Michael had been in where the gang there had to use it as a toilet.  Michael couldn’t image what it would be like to be peed on—on the face!  He made his way to the drain hole and laid out.  The floor was cold, his dick ached, his ass still stung, and his confusion about what was happening to him continued to mount.
	Sara slowly made her way over.  Michael watched her—a naked girl.  It was like totally unbelievable!  She WAS pretty, so was Hanna and those other girls.  He hoped they never found out that he had jerked off onto that little girl, though.
	Sara paused a moment, clenched her cunny and fought with the embarrassment of being naked and then what she had to do—pee on Michael’s face.  That really was something to deal with.  But she did not want a beating “or other” as a result of refusal.  So—down she went, straddling Michael’s face.  Like Michael, she had a need to pee—it was all that soda and water…
	Michael’s cock grew.  It ached terribly and there was a desire—a strong desire, to FUCK Sara.  He couldn’t conceive just WHERE he wanted to fuck her—mouth, pussy, asshole.  It didn’t matter—he just wanted to fuck!
	But first!
	Sara sat up on her knees, her bare naked pussy just inches from his face.  Michael had an eyeful and seemed to gather even more information on a girl’s naked poon.  It clenched and was wet and stinky with his pee, then a rush or hot funky smelling urine splashed out of her slit and onto his face.

	Michael closed his eyes and mouth tightly as the wash of hot stinky piss splashed onto his face.  It didn’t seem to last as long as his; the girl hunkered down and forced her bladder to be relieved.
	Then she farted (again.)

	“It’ll be more comfortable on the bed.”
	The embarrassment level was high in the both of them and they hesitated with the next event order.  Michael nodded and sheepishly went to the lone single bed.  Sara stood on the opposite side, hands before her being very sheepish.
	Michael’s cock was semi hard, a time there was from after Sara had peed on him giving his pud sufficient time to “relax.”  But he was naked and naked with a girl who was also naked.  Michael didn’t really like to be naked, though, just for bathing—he felt embarrassed about his lanky skinny body and it just wasn’t a normal thing to do or be.
	He didn’t know if showering after being peed on warrant a belting (or branding) but he did it anyways.  Sara used the toilet to poop.  There was no toilet paper so after Michael showered, Sara used the shower to rinse her dirty butthole.  Michael helped—the shower head was way up, over six feet and angling the bod to get the right position was difficult.  So Michael offered to help explaining that in a previous room he had to do the same thing.
	“So there are others?”
	“Yeah, quite a few.” but he didn’t explain.
	Sara shirked the embarrassment of being naked with Michael, peeing on his face, farting and pooping in his presence and then shirked the embarrassment of having him essentially—wipe her asshole.
	Slowly the naked girl made way onto the bed.  It had a single mattress, a bottom non-fitted plain white sheet and a matching top sheet.  Michael watched as the pretty girl (‘specially naked) moved onto the bed and laid herself out.
	So there she was.  Wow.  Naked.  He would have preferred her to be a little older, sure, but—oh well.  His cock was suddenly back in action, it tingled a little but—oh well.
	Sara parted her legs, fingered herself a little, and watched Michael’s cock “grow.”  She had no idea what it would be like to have sex.  She was ten—TEN!  In no way was she ready.  Sure she was curious, that was one thing, but actually to engage was something else!

	He had fucked before, that girl called Hanna.  But Sara was a little younger and it was the “here and now” and not then.  It was just too weird was all.  Before the Warden had been there, then there was the Decree to follow thru and it was just all a mind blowing experience that didn’t seem to be ending any time soon.
	His cock brushed against Sara’s pussy.  There was almost a new sensation in his cock—then throughout his body.  For a moment he didn’t know quite what to do—if anything.  Then Sara found his tool and glided it up and down her pussy.  She did!
	Michael regained himself and made the stab.
	Sara’s eyes immediately bulged, her mouth undulated with some discomfort as her vagina’s privacy wall was breeched.  Michael sunk himself fully into her sex and got busy with the pumping immediately thereafter.
	It was not as enjoyable to Sara as it was to Michael.  There was more discomfort that she anticipated but not so much as it was expected.  She clung to the sides of the bed and “got fucked.”
	At length the discomfort lessened and she was just “sore.”
	Michael pumped and pumped and pumped.  Then that familiar sensation sensationally sensationalized him and brought forth a torrent of hot juicy cum.  He was cumming before he knew it.  He felt the jut of cum squirt thru his cock and it caused him to twitch oddly, contort, and shuttering his left eye.
	Sara wanted to ask “are you alright” but she was dealing with her own sexual feelings and it felt like she was peeing again.  There was a miniscule amount of pleasure from getting fucked.  Miniscule.  It was more like “relief”, as in taking a healthy crap or pee (or fart.)  At length all she wanted was for Michael to do whatever and get off of her.
	The pumpings slowed; at times the boy came to a stop and was “straining”.  He made odd faces and then began to pump again, but not as hard or voracious about it.  Finally he pulled out.  Sitting up he sighed big and then his eyes widened, “Holy shit!” he blurted.
	Sara wasn’t too thrilled, either; there was blood on her pussy, his dick, and the sheets.  “Oh my God!” 
	Too stunned were they that they could only gasp in horror at the bloody sight before realizing that they could/should wash off.  Michael found that he had no strength in his legs and Sara was too “sore” to walk.
	They did so, though, rinsing themselves off and discovering that it wasn’t that bad.  Sara realized what had happened.

	“My hymen.”
	“What?”
	“You broke my hymen.”
	“What’s that?”
	“It’s something inside me, where you did me.”
	“What’s it for?”	
	Sara wasn’t sure—she was too young.
	Michael hung back loosely in the shower, watching the naked Sara go to the bed and collect the soiled sheets.  The blood wasn’t bad but it needed to be clean just the same.  There was a piece of soap in a wire soap dish pegged to the wall; Sara used that and Michael watched.
	She was naked.
	She had a nice-nice body—for a ten year old.  His eyes watched her butt (and then everywhere else).  If it weren’t for the beatings, then the whole incarceration thing wouldn’t be so bad.
	Just the spotted area where the blood had soiled was cleaned.  It was still a “spot” but oh well.  Michael helped her put the sheets back on and then they sat on the bed.
	“Lick out her pussy, pee on her pussy, fuck her pussy.” pause, “fuck her asshole.”
	“Fuck her asshole.”  The words rang in his head.  He looked to Sara, did they ring in her, too?  And there were more commands from the whacky Warden, “sit on her chest and hump between her tits until you squirt onto her face.”  “Put your face into her ass and lick her hole.”  “put your dick in her mouth and lick her pussy out—at the same time.”
	Looking down to his dick—there was no way he could get hard enough to go into her.  He laid back on the bed to rest.  He was a little cold, his dick hurt, and his confusion was insurmountable.  His embarrassment level, though, was just about nil.
	Sara remained sitting up on the edge for a while longer.  Michael lay still, spread out, exposed, hands behind his head.  Sara remained still, not looking at his nakedness.  This lasted a couple minutes, then she was bored and asked, “Soooo, do we have to do something else?”
	Michael pursed his lips and nodded.
	“What?”
	“Well, he said “in her butt.””
	“Oh crap.”
	“Exactly.”

*

Execution
	Hanna wriggled, arched her back and felt like her young body was being torn.  She didn’t let on, though, or tried not to show her discomfort and agony.  The Warden/Tormentor plowed her young sex and did so vehemently.
	The others waited, watching, waiting.
	Suddenly the ordeal was done and the Warden was cumming off.  Hanna twisted resisting giving in to pleasure or revealing such to the son-of-a-bitch.  The man thrusted hard into her sex, his face showing anger and displeasure and Hanna NOT showing pleasure (or displeasure either way.)
	He pulled out and humped her well fucked cunt gash, squirting more cum up her body.  Rivers of sweat dripped off of him, he smelled vile and as he had fucked Dana and did Kenny in the ass just recently, his energy level was way-way down.
	Which was good—which was what conniving Howie Heute was counting on.  As the Warden/Tormentor moved off of Hanna, Howie grabbed the wire THE WIRE from the television.  The TV was not with a wire to the wall but a wire from the wall to the TV.  Howie had casually been pulling said wire out of the wall, repositioning the television that was situated on a wooden cabinet to cover the excess wire.
	When the Warden stood, rubbing/scratching his butt and holding his cum dripping cock—Howie grabbed the wire that he had cut to expose the bare electricity and pressed it to the man’s bare sweaty ass.
	Kenny produced from the spare bed that wasn’t used something of a weapon—a piece of the iron bedding undercarriage equipped with a spring support fashioned into something like a spear (shank) and charged the man.
	Hanna grabbed up from under the pillow a metal tray she had sneaked there slapping it upside the man’s head.
	Dana, Donny, and Molly charged with a sheet fashioned into something like a rope with their effort to bind the man as they raced to him and went in opposite directions.
	The Warden screamed out in pain; he backhanded Howie sending the young youth backwards with a terrific force smacking him upside the wall.  Kenny almost managed to actually pierce the Warden; but the man blocked the lunge—grabbed the makeshift weapon and with a quick jerk shoved the blunt end into the boy’s belly.  Strangely, the boy continued to hold onto the weapon.  

 	That is, until the Warden pulled the weapon to him, twisted the spear thusly freeing it from the attacker’s hand.  Then the spear was quickly jammed to the boy’s balls causing him great anguish.
	The Warden was not in any anguish whatsoever.  He whirled and sneered at Howie who was dazed and just sitting up; he held the exposed television wire and pressed it to his bare sweaty ass; then he grabbed the attacking Hanna, dazing her with the tray ‘cause he was much more stronger than she.  Then, holding her to him he pressed the wire to her body.
	Nothing.  
	Nothing.
	Nothing.
	Howie sank to the floor, “Shit.” he said, the wire wasn’t active.
	The attacking Dana, Molly, Donny were almost successful in their attempt, too.  Almost.  Dana and Donny had one end of the sheet they had twisted tightly as they could to form something of a rope; Molly had the other end.  As they raced to bind their Tormentor—Molly met Dana and Donny—head-on.
	Molly fell to the floor with something of a concussion.
	Donny lost a tooth and got a bloody nose out of the impact.
	Dana slipped on the wet floor and was grabbed by the throat by the Tormentor.  He flung her young body to the wall and began choking her until her eyes bulged and her wiggling arms and legs stopped.
	After a couple of minutes she was let go.  She slumped in a heap to the floor.  The gang thought for surely that she was dead-dead-dead.  No one moved—no one could hardly move.  The Warden stretched, fondled himself, then grabbed a holt of Howie’s hair and dragged him out of the room…

*

	With her arms across the bed, legs spread as wide as possible, Sara endured being “fucked in the ass.”  The concept was elusive to her—not too mention gross.  She had not heard the term “sodomy” before but had heard “up the ass”, “rim job”, “butt humper” and “doggie-style.”  Michael had heard those terms, too, before and knew sorta-kinda what they referred to.  But he was older and casually listened to the news, read the papers, and checked the drawings on the bathroom walls.
	It had taken a long time after his cock had been in her pussy before his cock was strong enough to “go up her butt.”  He deemed the anal intrusion a little gross, too—‘she poops from there!’

	But regardless, the man wanted him to “go up her butt” so he had to.  And thankfully, Sara was accommodating.  She was scared and not keen on being beaten or raped by the man.  But taking Michael’s cock into her ass(hole) was hard.
	The first part was getting Michael’s cock hard.  He washed in the shower and then Sara did, fingering her asshole trying to clean it.  Her embarrassment grew a little at having to do such a deed.  Thereafter she lay beside Michael on the bed and they lay still.
	After a little while Sara took it upon herself to try and get Michael hard.  She figured that as soon as they completed all the gross stuff the man wanted them to do then the sooner they would (probably) be let go.  Probably.  Not likely, but probably.
	Sara firstly sat up and began masturbating Michael, which he didn’t mind too much at all!  But Michael’s cock was fairly well worn out and would take a little more than simply handjobbing from a naked girl to get him hard again.  Sara knew this and “went down on him.”  She did!
	And it wasn’t so much as Sara sucking him, working his dick and squeezing his balls gently—but her ass.  Sara lay down somewhat down his body and there was her ass for him to view.  Soon the girl just came to straddle his face, settling her hairless poon onto his face whereupon he began licking, driving his tongue into her slit with his dick in her mouth.
	When he was sufficiently hard, Sara slid off and without saying anything, positioned herself with knees on the floor, body across the bed.  She lay her head right down on the spot where her pussy blood had stained.  Michael slid off of the bed and positioned himself behind her.  There he took his hard cock and rubbed it all over her sweet ass—getting harder and harder still.
	Sara parted her legs giving her forced lover a lovely look at her lovely ass.  There was her hole, crack, and hairless cunt for him to view.  And he did view it!  Up and down the crack, poking the hole as well as the cunt he had just been in.
	Sara parted her ass giving a conveyance to Michael to “get with the program.”  Michael took the hint, enough four-play and “in” he went.  His cock didn’t go in “willing”; there was great resistance despite Sara’s willingness.  The girl’s asshole was tight.  Michael poked and poked, then finally began fingering her hole to loosen the opening; then he sucked on a finger (clean non-probing finger) and then jammed his cock back in finally making headway.
	It was way uncomfortable for young Sara who had never experienced such an event.  But once he was IN then it got a little better…

	Stretching her arms across the bed Sara endured her first anal intrusion.  Michael was as gentle as he could be, trying to take his time but trying to “get off” as quickly as possible.  Pussy, asshole, mouth; there was little difference in the “feeling” of fucking.  It felt good—period.  Real good.  Awesomely good.  Damn fine cumming off good!
	“I want to see your cum on her ass!” the Warden had told him.  Michael knew that he had squirted at least once and more was shooting thru his dick but it was difficult to “pull out” and emptied the rest of his tool splooge onto Sara’s lily white ass.
	He did manage, though.  It was more fucking fantastic than he could ever imagine.  Again, his mind was boggled as he entered into that wondrous realm of orgasm.  There wasn’t much, though; but he squirted hot blasts of his sticky pre-teen juice onto Sara’s ass and crack before he was totally exhausted.  (cum, too, was being somewhat forced out of the girl’s fresh fucked asshole.)
	Michael breathed hard.  ‘that was incredible!’  his cock was tingling; his balls, too.  “Wow.” he breathed.  Sara wasn’t that thrilled with the deal and felt more discomfort than ever.  Her asshole hurt to the point of being painful—but at least it was over.  She hoped.

*

	Everyone clenched tight as the door opened.
	“On your feet.” The Warden said entering.
	Hanna, Dana, Molly, Donny, Kenny, and Beth stood up from their beds—trembling.  This was not good.  It had been a good idea, somehow the Warden had known.  Howie hadn’t known that the television had been turned off elsewhere and that there was no electrical juice to it as he thought.
	“Let’s go.” The Warden turned and opened the door, stepping outside.  The prisoners slowly sloughed their way out of the cell and lined up outside.  The Warden then led them down a short hall, thru a passage door and then down another short hall beyond to come to side door where they were stopped.
	The Warden opened the door and guided Hanna inside,
	“The rest of you wait here.  Don’t run off, don’t move, don’t do a damn thing.  Any of you who do and those remaining will get double.”
	After the door shut, “Double what?” Dana asked.
	“A spanking, I guess.” Molly answered.
	“We’re doomed.” Dana mouthed.
	“Probably.” Molly answered.  Probably.

	Hanna stood taking in the new room.  It was horror filled—simply fucking horror filled; there were some horsey hitching posts where three of the four had prisoners lain over them.  On the walls there were more young prisoners, chained/shackled, naked.  Two boys with their hands shackled were suspended from a huge wooden beam in the ceiling with two foot clearance ‘neath their feet.  
	It was hot in the room.  At the far wall was something like a fireplace, but different—it had a “belly” and lots of iron “spears” embedded into the flaming coals.  The Warden took Hanna by the elbow and moved her across the room to one of the hitching posts.  The girl tightened up in anticipation of being spanked.  But it wasn’t a spanking she was due for…
	The hitching posts was a wooden post three foot long being up some four feet from the dungeon floor.  There were shackles to bind the prisoner in place.  As Hanna came close she noted a boy not only had whip marks all over his backside and legs—but what looked like brand marks on his butt!
	Hanna began to get sick to her stomach with a great fear welling up in the pit of her stomach.  The Warden took her to her post and she did resist, which was normal and expected.  A swift and hard swat to her ass didn’t bring her inline but caused her to be unable to fight/resist being shackled and cast over the post.  
	The Warden caressed her ass; patting it, squeezing the cheeks, parting the cheeks to probe the hole with his intruding finger—Hanna anticipated a hellacious spanking.
	If only it were so…
	It was way uncomfortable slung over the wooden post, her hands and feet were stretched with the shackles shackled to the floor.  A million lurid thoughts ran thru the young girl’s mind, her messed up hair fell into her face preventing her from seeing the Warden going to the brazier and withdrawing an object.
	Hanna was aware, though, when the Warden/Tormentor returned.  He patted her butt some more, parted the cheek and fingered her asshole.  It gave cause for her to be worrisome and frightened.  She figured rough sex; to be raped and sodomized.
	If only it were so…
	The patting stopped, a special gel was applied to her dainty tender young ass—then a searing incredible pain was inflicted.  There was sudden excruciating pain along with the sudden odor of burning flesh.  Hanna rubbed her wrists and ankles raw in the iron shackles, she twisted on the wooden rail post as much as she could being taken way over the limit of her ability to cope with pain.

	Kenny looked to Dana and the others behind him.
	“What the fuck’s he doing to her?”
	“Probably killing her or something.”  Or something.
	The kids lined up at the wall outside the room Hanna and the Warden had gone into clenched themselves and considered running.
	“I bet Howie’s dead.”
	Dana shot Donny a bad look, “Don’t say that!” she bitched.
	“We’re all gonna be dead!” Donny returned and he bolted.
	“DONNY!” screamed Molly and Dana.  Beth fell to the floor going into a fetal position cringing and crying uncontrollably.  Kenny clenched his fist, ‘go, man, GO!’
	Donny made way back to the door they had come thru—it was locked and not like any door he had seen.  He couldn’t remember just how exactly the Warden had operated the door—there was no handle, no seam.  Angrily he pounded on the door, then turned to his back to the door and slid down to the floor.  “FUCK!” he yelled out.
	“Shit!” bitched Kenny, he had hoped Donny could have made it.
	“Get back here!” Dana begged.
	“Yeah,” added Molly, “before that fucking whacked bastard comes out and finds you!”
	But Donny didn’t move.  He was pissed and sat with his back to the door.
	“Oh my God, you’d better get back here!” wailed Molly.
	“Do something!” bitched Dana to Kenny.
	Kenny sighed, held fast a moment than made his way to his naked companion.  Squatting before him, “Dude, you’d better come back and we’ll just deal with whatever that whacked bastard has for us.”
	Donny’s eyes were cold and filled with rage.
	“I-I don’t think he’s going to kill us,” Kenny said with a half-hearted shrug, “just beat us or something.”
	Kenny, though, refused to move.
	Reluctantly, Dana and Molly came.  Each girl took his hand and though he resisted somewhat, he was pulled up and brought back to the wall.  He sighed, scratched his balls and waited.

	She twitched and it was a struggle to breath let alone think.  But what was there to think about?  There was only pain—incredible searing pain to her ass.  The shackles were released and she was stood up; an ointment was applied to her ass, “I’m applying an ointment,” the Warden/Tormentor said to her, “don’t rub it off, don’t mess with it period or it’ll get infected.”

	The man’s words barely registered as the pain was horrific seething throughout her young body.  She couldn’t even cry the pain was so devastating.  She seethed snot and there was a terrible ringing in her eyes.
	The Warden escorted her away to another adjoining room that was dark and a little chilly.  Hanna was paused and heard metal sounds, like those associated with street manhole covers.  Hanna then was hefted and “lowered” down into a “hole.”
	Nothing was said.  Hanna’s feet touched a cold floor and the metal cover above her head was pulled closed.  

	It was like a living nightmare.  Extreme fear never before experienced filled her—she breathed hard and fast trembling and forgetting all about being branded.  She wasn’t even aware that she was peeing!
	Nor was she aware that she wasn’t alone…
	After some minutes her fears calmed—some.  Some.  The fear of the unknown was still a big factor.  Suddenly from the darkness,
	“Who’s there?”
	A voice.
	Hanna braced herself finding that where she was was kinda small, cramped, and not a lot of room.  
	“W-who are you?” Hanna asked on a quivering voice.
	Silence.
	Shit.
	Hanna’s confusion superseded all else and she clung to the roughly hewn stone wall behind her.  Then there was movement.  Hanna’s breathing returned to quickly sending her fears back to intolerable levels.  Then a form was before her.  She could just barely see in the almost pure darkness (there were some holes in the iron cover above).
	“Howie?” she asked.
	“Hanna?”

*

	He didn’t know what her name was nor did he care to.
	“Fuck her three holes, pee on her, cum on her face.” The pronouncement directly from the Warden.  “Failure to comply and you will be like cattle to me.”
	Michael knew what that meant instantly; taken to that room he had seen and branded.  He rubbed his ass and in no way did he want to be branded.  No way.  Being beaten and fucked in the ass was bad enough.

	He hated leaving Sara but he had no choice.  They had slept together on the bed for some hours, had breakfast, showered together, and Michael sat back watching as the Warden received his blowjob from Sara.  The man’s man juice was a lot.  He just kept cumming and cumming and cuming making Sara retch and gag.  It made Michael a little ill.  Then the Warden had Sara lay down and he went down on her, licking and sucking on her cunt for some minutes.
	She was raped by the Warden, too.
	Thereafter, with Michael having a nice solid hard-on he was led out of the room to a room right across the hall.  Inside was a little girl no more than eight years old.  
	The new little girl was Catey Kathman.  Long brown hair in lots and lots of curls; brilliant bright green eyes, creamy white skin, kind of a flat face, small teeth.  She sat on a single bunk bed that only had a mattress on it.  There were “stains” on the mattress.  The new room was a little smaller than the other having no “toilet” or shower but two buckets…
	Catey had on blue kiddie panties—nothing else.
	Pussy, asshole, mouth, pee, cum.  Michael really didn’t want to comply with those commands.  He had done so with the first little girl, but he had had time to settle and become more at ease with the situation.  But he was in no condition or position to refuse the mad Warden’s orders.
	Michael’s cock was not as hard as it had been—he had even gotten harder while watching the horrid fucked up man rape Sara!  He hadn’t been rough her, just made it clear that he wanted to fuck.  Sara laid herself out on the bed, opened the bed and received the man’s dick.  The man slid near effortlessly into her sex and “made love.”
	Midway thru he turned over repositioning Sara having her on top of him, his cock still in her sex.  Michael standing at the foot of the bed watched—up close and personal as the man’s cock slid up into Sara’s young cunt.
	‘Oh wow!’ Michael said to himself.  There was her asshole, her naked ass, her hairless cunt.  The man’s cock was pretty big, powerful, hard, and thrusting deeply into Sara’s young poon.  The “act” itself was what turned Michael on; he liked—a lot!
	“I’m Michael.” Michael said squatting before the little girl.  She was frightened, scared, and confused.
	“What’s going on?” she wailed.
	Michael thought, “We’ve been kidnapped.” he told her.
	“I want to go home!” wailed the child.
	‘That aint going to happen.’ Michael thought, not anytime soon.

	Catey had pissed in her panties—maybe the reason she was without the rest of her clothes.  Maybe.
	“H-has anyone else been here, in here—with you?”
	Catey shook her head No.
	Michael wondered if she had been raped or anything but he kept the question to himself.  Had she been molested at all?  Michael sighed, this wasn’t going to be easy.
	“Uhm, you know that guy, the one who put you in here?”  
	Courtney nodded.
	“Well, I sort of have to do stuff, he told me I have to do stuff—to you.”
	Courtney stared blankly to him.
	This wasn’t going to be easy; but clutched in his hand he had a little “motivator” given to him by the Warden.  It was to be used when it was clear that Catey wasn’t going to be willing to aid Michael in his efforts to complete the orders.
	“Y-you have to take off your underwear.”
	Catey in no way was going to willing “take off” her underwear—despite the fact that they were soiled.  She clung to the iron edge of the bed with her fear increasing exponentially.
	Michael sighed, this was more difficult than with the four year old.

*

	For a long while she was alone—which was good.  Her pussy was sore-sore-sore.  There was a sickness welling in her tummy, she was dizzy and just felt horrible all over.  She had to wonder what was happening to Michael—then she wondered what was to happen to her.
	At length she needed to poop.  She nearly stumbled as she made her way to the toilet, her legs felt numb—then so did the rest of her body.  It was insane!  Kidnapped!  She never thought it would be her.  There were only two other girls that she knew of from her school who had been kidnapped, three other girls had “mysteriously” disappeared.  Other girls, and some boys, were victims at home—sexual assault and what all.  Sara tried to keep those naughty things away from her mind and not dwell on them.
	On the toilet her bowels and bladder empties, she farted and had herself a good poop.  When it was over she saw the camera in the corner of the ceiling.  She saw a tiny red light indicating that it was probably active.  It made her uncomfortable and she realized that she was probably being watched.
	Probably.
	And probably the activities that had happened with her and Michael.
	The sickness she had been experiencing welled up in her more to the point where she had to turn about quickly and unload into the toilet she had yet to flush.
	Retching.  Gagging.  Puking.  More retching, on and on it went until finally her stomach was empty; she had a headache and strands of snot fell from her nose.  Retching was uncontrollable and involuntary.  She finally flushed the toilet and scooted back to the shower wall and heaved.
	Minutes upon minutes she sat crying, heaving, retching and gaging.
	After gathering herself she showered, rinsing her dirtied asshole, then standing up and peeing while the chilling waters cascaded about her body.  Her mind began to empty pushing away the darkness that was about to consume her and somewhat except her fate.
	Using the top sheet from the bed she dried herself off then laid out on the bed sighing big.  A stretch, a big stretch, a yawn and a fart and she was asleep.
	How long she slept she didn’t know but there was a noise at the door sometime later disturbing her.  She hoped it was Michael returning.  It was not, however, but the Warden—in company with a wee little lad.  The boy was in his underwear (that were soiled).
	“Do him.” The Warden said flatly shoving the boy in to the room.
	Sara stared in awe to the horrid man, ‘do him?’  she needed clarity.
	“Suck him,” said the Warden, “have him suck you.  Then, get him to fuck your OTHER two holes.”
	And pee, the boy, Jack Hobert, had to pee on her pussy AND face.
	“Just like with that other boy.”
	“Where is he?” Sara asked, “Is he alright?  What have you done with him?”
	“He is no longer your concern,” said the Warden, “and as long as you do as you are told, you will be better off than he.”
	The man’s words frightened Sara sending shivers thru her young body with a realization, “Oh my God, you fucking killed him!?”
	The Warden stared back at her with his cold black dangerous eyes.
	“No.” he said.  “But he’s fate is in your hands.”
	“What do you mean.”  Sara was ten and not up on the unsaid.
	“Do as I have said to you and he will be returned to you.”
	Note, though, the Warden didn’t specify “dead or alive.”

*

No bother
	There was a line—a moral line of decency and an immoral line of submission to indecency.  Innocence and lust.  Submit or be beaten—or worse.  Michael well enough understood the “worse.”  He sighed and pulled the little girl’s wetted panties down and then off.
	She still shook some but was no bother—not since being zapped by the handheld electronic device the Warden had given him.  Michael’s heart beat hard in his chest—he in no way wanted to hurt the little girl.  But neither did he himself want hurt to be done unto him.
	Down onto the girl’s pussy he went, licking and sucking like it was a meal.  The taste of urine was still displeasing, he had licked voraciously on Sara’s urine soaked cunt and was almost enjoying it—almost.  Catey fussed a little but was still deep in the effects of being electrically zapped and therefore thusly “no bother.”
	After much ado about licking and slurping—there was the fingering.  And it was the “fingering” that got Michael’s so-so cock to stiffen.  Firstly he just ran the back of his finger up and down Catey’s cunt entrance, fingered her asshole a bit (it was equally virginal) then lay beside her and really got into the business of fingering.
	Eight year old Catey did nothing but lay twitching with her beautiful eyes staring blankly up to the ceiling.  At length, Michael’s cock was stiff—stiff enough.  He felt badly about what he was do to but it boiled down to Her or Him.  He wasn’t going to take an ass beating (or other) from refusing to fuck the little girl, or any girl.  He would do whatever it took to save his ass (and hole).
 	So he positioned himself between Catey’s legs and began gliding his cum squirter up and down her entrance slowly pressing himself into her sex.  He took his time but there was some agony involved, specifically his cock and balls were tingling mercilessly.  It meant that he HAD to get into her to relieve himself of the agony.
 	Michael worried a little about Sara, what was happening to her?

	The little boy’s dick was—little.  It tasted a little different than did Michael’s.  Oh how she wanted Michael back.  She wanted out of the hellhole she was in and back in her own room!  But there was the realization that that was probably not going to happen—not any time soon.  She concentrated on sucking the little boy—at least he wouldn’t be able to cum.  Would he?

	Sara understood that boy’s weren’t mature enough to cum until they were like Michael’s age; some boys, though, she had heard, had “nocturnal” emissions as young as ten, but they the exceptions.  Sara sucked and sucked, caressed the frightened boy’s ass and sucked up his testicle sac, too.
	Jack, no last name given, was a cutey; he had flaming red hair, bright blue eyes, and a whimsical look about his face.  He was of average size in height and weight and after a couple of minutes of being sucked—had a decent erection, too.
	Jack had never had an erection before—but he was eight years old, too!  He marveled at the boner sticking out before him, smiling and apparently oblivious to the fact that the girl who had sucked him—was also nude!
	“Ok,” the naked Sara said, “you have to do me, now.”
	Jack looked to her, “What?”
	It was hard to explain, “That guy, the one who brought you in here?  Well, he told me that I have to do stuff to you—and you have to do stuff to me, too.”
	“What stuff?”
	What stuff.
	Sara said, this was hard.  Standing up she let the boy get a good look at her nakedness.  And he did.  It was actually the first time he had since being brought in.
	“Whoa.” he breathed.
	Sara grew a little embarrassed.  “Yeah,” she said giggling and blushing, “it’s kind of weird, huh?”
	Kinda.
	After the boy had had his eyeful of her blatant nudity,
	“Soooo, what do I have to do?”
	“Well, I sucked you--” and she let the rest of her sentence hang.
	Jack’s eyes fell to Sara’s bare naked cunt, “but you don’t have a thingy.”
	A thingy.
	“No, silly,” Sara chided, “I’m a girl!”
	“Soooo, how do I--” and he let the rest of his sentence hang.
	Sara plopped onto the bed, opened her legs, fingered herself, and directed young naïve unwise Jack into the fine art that was cunnilingus.
	“Just lick it like an ice cream.”
	“Oh, I get it!” and he did, “just like an ice cream!”
	Yeah, just like ice cream…

*

	“I guess it was a bad idea.”
	Hanna almost giggled, and would had the situation not be so adverse.  
	The garage band friends hugged with Hanna hugging harder and crying.  
	“I’m sorry.” Howie said.
	“Sorry?  For what?” Hanna asked releasing her hug and finding that there really wasn’t a lot of room.  It was more like a “pit.”
	“For getting you into this mess, too.”
	It was kinda his fault—but Hanna was willing to let that be.
	The kids fell silent finding that they could squat down, but not stretch out.  Hanna sighed, locked her arms about her knees and waited.  
	“Careful,” Howie said.
	“What?”
	“There’s a bathroom in the corner.”
	Hanna was a little confused.  The room was too small for a bathroom.  Howie didn’t explain; but then said, “Well, if you have to go—its in the corner.”
	Hanna wrinkled her nose and got a “whiff” of something vile.
	“Oh my God!”  the image of rinsing Howie’s asshole, filled her.  The image of watching Howie, Donny, Michael, laying on their backs with their butt holes right at the opening in the floor that was the bathroom and pooping filled her—with disgust.
	“There’s no hole here, all floor.” Howie added.  “Five by five.”
	“Five by five?”
	“Five feet by five feet, and,” looking up, “seven or so feet to that iron manhole.”
	Hanna took a moment to pick at the wall, stone.
	Howie squatted, sighed, and farted.
	“Sorry.”
	Hanna’s stomach grumbled; she felt ill, her ass stung terribly, and her situation was becoming more and more dire.  Then she answered Howie with a fart of her own.
	Howie giggled and the two fell silent thereafter—waiting.

	The wait wasn’t long, the iron cover was moved and someone else was lowered in.  Sniveling, crying, wailing and carrying bearing a slight hint of burnt flesh.
	“Who is it?” Hanna asked.

	“M-M-Mol-Molly.” 
	Hanna hugged her, the cover remained open for a moment allowing Howie to see Molly burnt butt.  The sear mark left by the brand was something like entwined snakes having an outer ring being two inches in diameter—like a soda can.
	The Warden stood looking down—and began showering the three with urine.  Howie naturally tried to avoid but the urine splash splattered onto the backside of Molly.
	The cover was replaced after the Warden had finished.  Howie squatted and wondered if the rest of the group would be put into the pit with them—after being branded.
	‘Damn.’ He said to himself, ‘everyone’s being punished ‘cause of me.’  And what had become of Michael?

*

	There was no cum, there was an explosion simulating cum flow, but no evidence of such.  There, was, though.  Blood.  It was gross, not a lot but it was still gross coating his cock and balls—not too mention Catey’s fresh fucked pussy.
	The event of fucking felt good—in spite of the fact it was feeling good while pumping into the young cunt of an eight year old.  He felt awful about it—but, it did feel good.  
	But the two opposite feelings though confounding were essentially viewed as not so bad.  And that basically due in part that the little girl, Catey, was not totally “aware” that she was being raped.  That helped Michael—a lot.  It’d be totally different if he had to have sex with the girl while she was aware—totally different.  (he’d still do her, but he’d feel differently about it.)
	One of the Five Decrees had been met.  He had her Asshole and Mouth, then to pee on her and cum on her face.  He hoped he had time, sufficient time.  He knew that the bastard Warden wanted to see cum on the girl—it apparently was one of the ways the bastard got his jollies.
	The electronic gadget was on the floor under the bed.
	‘Kiester it!’  in the ass, ‘tween the cheeks.  He had heard that some kids at school who were prolific shoplifters often snuck stuff inside their underwear where they wouldn’t most likely be searched.
	But it wouldn’t work, Michael knew it—he was totally naked and the object just wouldn’t be totally hidden between his checks.  He let it go and concentrated on Catey.

	Using some water in a pail he cleaned off her pussy and his cock.
	He figured he should have probably tried for her mouth first, then her cunt, then her asshole.  There was fret about the absence of cum; he figured that bastard Warden would want to SEE the evidence of his doing. 
	Cum on her.  The pee he could manage but the cum?  He hadn’t cum in her pussy and would need a break before he could get sufficiently hard to do so.  Mouth, asshole, on the face.  Three more times to cum.  He sighed and waited.

*

	He wasn’t Michael—but he would do.  She had been raped by the Warden and his big dick, fucked by Michael and his normal dick.  Now it was little Jack and his eight year old dick.  At least he couldn’t cum.  
	Once the little boy got going, he liked it—a lot!  His puddling got good and stiff and the boy was already overly curious—his first naked girl and it was mind boggling to beat all.
	Hanna could understand her feelings—the boy’s pud invading her pussy and pumping, her hands on his bare butt, all kind of sort of felt good.  Sort of.  She DID tremble and experience something of a orgasmic shudder and right at the last she WANTED it.  The boy was tiring and about to stop his actions but Hanna held onto his bare butt and kept him humping her until…until the tumultuous moment that was orgasmic consumed her.
	Then she fucked the boy.
	Both got well worn out, though, and Jack sat up holding his pee-pee whispering, 
	“I gotta pee.”
	Hanna sighed and moved to the toilet; then, like she had done with Michael, positioned herself scooting onto the toilet angling her body.  Then,
	“Ok, pee.”
	to wit young Jack was stunned.  “Huh?”
	“Pee, on me, right here.” Hanna told him fingering her cunt.
	Jack was mystified, awed, and curious.  With a quirky smile, 
	“Ok.”
	And he did.
	A generous splash of pee splashed onto Hanna’s cunt.  It was hot and a lot and he totally coated Hanna’s poon.  When done, Hanna masturbated him, pleasing him further.  They returned to the bed and Hanna coaxed the boy into fucking her in the ass.
	When done, they cuddled and fell to sleep.

	Some time later and the Warden entered.
	Jack grew frightened.
	Hanna waited.
	The Warden came, hauled out his cock and stroked it—it got very hard; Hanna’s cunny twinged—his dick was too big for her.  She watched him, he masturbated—masturbated—masturbated.  Hanna began to sweat and once more feel uncomfortable.
	Then, the man approached the bed but it wasn’t for Hanna to please him—but young eight year old Jack!
	“Leave him alone!” shouted Hanna scrambling up.
	But a glare from the man put her bracing her shoulders to the wall and holding fast.  Like Michael, she didn’t want beaten again—or ever.  The Warden took the boy, pinning him into position against the bed.
	“Hold him, hold his ass open.”
	“Oh my God,” blurted a horror stricken Sara, “you’re not going to go up him with that!?” she was shocked, “he’s too little.”
	The man paused, squeezed his dick and waggled it to Sara’s face,
	“Then it’s you or him.”
	Sara’s whole body clenched, but she nodded, Ok.
	Jack scrambled under the bed and cuddled himself with great fear mounting.  He saw the girl called Sara come off of the bed and get on her knees, laying across the bed.  There was a hard resounding smack that startled and shook Jack, he clung to himself all the more and there were two more hard ass blistering smacks to follow.
	Then, Jack saw the man’s pants come down.  He stepped out of them and got behind Sara, on his knees.  Sara’s legs were parted.  Details were a little obscure as tears flooded the boy’s eyes.  Other details, though, were quite distinct; like, gruntings, haughting breathing, repeated oooohs, and what was guessed to be sexual intercourse.
	Jack wasn’t too dumb on the subject, and coupled with what he had just done with the girl his schooling of Sexual Intercourse was fairly complete.  He continued to hold himself, the bed scooted some and his curiosity was piqued.  Figuring that he couldn’t be seen, Jack unclutched himself and laid down with his head right between Sara’s legs!
	Looking up, he saw the man’s cock sliding in and out of Sara’s body.
	Pussy or asshole wasn’t clear, not to Jack.  He could barely see from his vantage point and wasn’t clear to knowing that a girl’s pussy and asshole were so close.  Remember, he’s eight…

	When the butt fucking was done, the Warden pulled out, smacked his soiled cock onto Sara’s ass, then dragged the little boy out from under the bed and left with him.  Sara remained as she was on the bed, her asshole smoldering.
	“I wanna go home.” she whispered.

*

	He was almost asleep when the door disturbed him.  He sat up and waited.  How young would THIS one be?  He had finally managed to work up enough steam to blast his goo onto Catey’s sweet innocent face, pee on her pussy, and fuck her asshole—but he wasn’t able to cum there.  And it wasn’t but a few minutes afterwards that the bastard Warden came in, collected the girl, and the electronic device, and left.
	How much time had elapsed between then and current Michael didn’t know.  The door opened and a fully clothed girl came into the room.  Michael couldn’t believe it—this was new.  The embarrassment level returned and Michael clung to himself trying to shield himself from exposing himself.
	The girl was pushed into the room, the Warden shut the door and they were alone.
	“Hi!” Michael said—and he immediately regretted it.
	The new girl was a teenager, about a year or so older than he.
	“Hi.” she replied not so cheery.
	Nothing more was said for awhile.  The girl remained steadfast at the door, hands behind her.  Long super curly brown hair, matching brown eyes (not curly, though), soft supple skin, tight jeans.  
	“Sooooo,” Michael drawled, “what’s going on?”
	The girl, Wendy, barely would look to him, “He says I have to, that I—that we--”
	“Oh,” said Michael helping her out, “I know, I know what you mean.”
	The girl still had difficulties.
	“This is insane!”
	“Yep!” Michael said nodding his head.
	Wendy shook her head and seemed to be on the brink of falling to pieces.  “He said I had to—to take off my clothes!” she was exasperated and confused.
	Again, Michael nodded his head, “Yep.”
	Wendy was in no way going to “willingly” get undressed.  Operative word there—willingly.

	“If you don’t,” Michael said seriously, “he’ll--”
	“He’ll hurt my brother!”
	What?
	Apparently, the bastard Warden had her little brother, Jack, and was threatening to bring harm to the boy if big sis Wendy didn’t go into a room and take off all of her clothes.  But with the presence of someone else (Michael) in that room—Wendy had reservations.
	“Well,” sighed Michael, “he’s watching us.” 
	Wendy whirled around to see that there was no one peering in thru the mesh window.
	“No, not there.”
	Wendy stared at the boy and watched his eyes taking her to look up into the corner of the ceiling.  Michael quickly shook his head and on the sly brought a finger to his lip.
	Wendy understood.  The realization that she had “no choice” was beset upon her.  She stared at the boy.
	“What else did he say?”
	Wendy gave him the “huh?” look.
	In no way was Michael going to blurt out, “do you gotta suck me, fuck me, pee on me?” 
	“What else did he say, I mean, what we have to do and stuff.”
	Wendy suddenly lost all composure and had actually had her fingers o the top button of her denim-like shirt.  “Oh my God!” she said aloud in her realization; she began to sweat and go thru a myriad of emotions all making her eyes bulge.
	Michael nodded, he understood.  Sex.  And lots of it.

*

	It was getting crowded—and stinkier.  The sanitation level was escalating despite the kids’ trying not to “go.”  In the pit, Howie, Hanna, Molly.  Then Kenny, Dana, Donny, and Beth.  Cramped conditions.  Cramped stinky conditions.  Everyone had to pee, and though they tried and tried and tried to hold doing Number Two—eventually they had to “go” and in a five foot by five foot pit—with no toilet whatsoever, relieving one’s self made the cramped environment unpleasant.
	Very.
	A good deal of time the kids spent in the pit—this was determined by the kids becoming hungry.  Molly and Dana were sick, retching and gagging as the unpleasantness of their cramped captivity escalated.

	The iron cover above them finally was removed.
	One by one the pit captives were pulled out.  Then, as a single file line they were returned to their previous room.  Not one word was spoken, not even the Warden spoke to them.  He didn’t need to speak—the kids understood:  no more attempts to waylay, escape, or cause any problems whatsoever.
	Molly and Dana were still ill and continued to retch long after they had been scrubbed clean and fed.  Howie kept to himself, although he had to share a bed with retching Molly and heaving Dana.  Kenny lay with Donny and Beth.  No one knew where Hanna or Michael were.
	After awhile, Dana and Molly managed to stop their retching and heaving.  Howie was almost asleep when—
	He had to pee.
	He was just getting comfortable, too.
	Knowing that he was being watched, as always he had been, he positioned himself over the drainpipe in the floor and stuck his dick in and began to pee.  He feared that sometime something horrible would reach up and grab his cock yanking it off, or worse—biting it off.
	With his pee over, quickly, he returned to the bed.  No longer sleepy he sat up and lightly/methodically toyed with his cock.  His ass still itched where he had been branded.
	Then he noticed it, the television—it was gone.
	Damn.

A new dawn
	Hanna  Molly  Dana  Beth
	Kenny  Howie  Donny
	No one was in the mood for continuing or even participating in the “ritual.”  How long, hours, minutes, or even days had it been since their Pit experience (including the branding) they didn’t know.  Mostly they just lay still on their beds their young minds slowly blanking out.
	At length, Hanna tried to get things going by fingering herself.  She was hungry, not horny; scared, not frightened.  In no way—in no way did she want to go back to that room, be branded and dropped into the pit.  She would do anything—anything for that not to happen again.
	Hanna fingered—fingered—fingered her sex; she really wasn’t into it but she did it in hopes of getting something going.  Molly and Dana lightly began fingering themselves, Beth huddled herself, gathering herself together she was not a willing participator.

	Kenny came to Hanna; they locked eyes conveying muchly in just a mere glance.  There was some lingering embarrassment about being naked but it was miniscule in comparison to the other shit they had to deal with.  Hanna offered a meager smile; Kenny did likewise.  His eyes rested on her pretty face and then began dropping down.
	Hanna lay up against the so-so pillow, naked, legs open with fingers seriously friggin’ away.  She was not sexually aroused—nor was Kenny.  Kenny watched her finger action and finally did get a bit of a boner going—but it was slow going.  
	Beside them in the other bed, Molly was doing likewise enticing Donny.  On the same bed (for some reason, they were not allowed to use the other bed—there were three single serving beds but the prisoners were only allowed to occupy two of them.)  Beside them, Dana lay with her head down, ass up.  Behind her, Howie licked her ass(hole) while she fingered her sex.  Howie’s cock, like Kenny and Donny’s, was not “active” but was getting there.
	Kenny forgo licking Hanna’s cunt and just lay on her, gliding his cock up and down her pussy.  Hanna gushed some, blotted out the horrid thoughts and worrisome thoughts, parted her legs and readily accepted Kenny’s love tool.
	He was just sliding in when the door opened…

	“Take a break” the Warden had told them.  “I’ll let you know when to begin again.”  He brought in breakfast trays and was in the company of a naked teenage girl.  The girl said nothing and barely looked to the prisoners.  She was guessed to be about fifteen or so.  Or so.
	The Warden and teen girl left and the prisoners had breakfast.  And despite the Warden’s words, “take a break”, Kenny and Hanna continued with what they had started.  Kenny’s cock had remained stiff and “at the ready” during the Warden’s visit and breakfast.  Afterwards, he toyed with it knowing that Hanna “wasn’t in the mood” and had only been fingering herself for the sake of doing so to fulfill the daily ritual thing.
	But Hanna was apparently horny, too; she returned to the bed, opened her legs and began fingering her sex again.  Kenny watched her, so did the others.  While Kenny humped, Hanna whispered into his ear,
	“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?”
	Kenny slowed down his humping and shrugged whispering back,
	“I don’t know, probably.”
	“Not.” added, Hanna.  Probably not.

*

	He was cute, dark eyes, dark hair, lily white skin.  The Warden had brought to her another one.  Sara got the impression that there was an endless supply of little boys.  An endless supply.  What she couldn’t finger out, though, was why.
	This boy, Skyler, was clothed—fully.  He was frightened to beat all but not emotional about it.  His dark eyes brightened up when he saw Sara.  His first naked girl.  
	“Whoa.” he mouthed.  The Warden smiled, nodded to Sara, then left the room.
	“Bastard!” Sara said aloud.  How many more—HOW MANY MORE!  For a moment she was angry—very-very angry.  Then she lost it and began to cry.  She curled up on the soiled bed crying uncontrollably for several minutes before pulling herself together—squeezing back, pushing back the tears and anger.
	“Ok, guess better get this shit over with.”
	She sat up to find the boy hadn’t moved.
	“Come here.” she told him.
	The boy stood fast where he was.  Sara repeated her command, twice more.  After the third time she paused, sighed, and waited.  Then,
	“Please.”
	The magic word.  The boy moved—albeit slowly.  He was scared, but that was alright and understandable.  
	“My name’s Sara.” Sara said.
	The boy didn’t say word one.  He couldn’t, he was a mute; but his name was written on the back of his shirt.  Sara didn’t want to and was embarrassed to do so, but she began undressing the boy, one article of clothing at a time.
	Skyler did nothing but let her.
	He was sooooo cute!  Sara tried offering him smiles and whispered to him “it’s going to be alright”.  Skyler did nothing but watch her.  Though it was Summer type time (outside the prison/dungeon) the boy wore a sweater vest.  Sara noted that the shirt (with imprinted nametag on the back label) was of good high quality.  
	By his grooming, appearance, and clothing—the boy was from a good home.  He was soooo cute!  And Sara was glad—oh so glad that he didn’t make a fuss about being stripped down.

	There were no marks on him, and Sara hoped that by compliance there wouldn’t be.  She knew, though, that eventually, probably, most likely, that bastard fuck Warden would do something to Skyler—if not spanking then surely sodomizing.  Skyler appeared to be no more than ten years young.  (and he was soooo cute!)
	With his sweater vest off, dress shirt, undershirt, Sara pulled off his shoes and socks, then hesitated at undoing his pants.  A thin leather belt the boy had on—purely decorational and not for the holding up his clean pressed designer pants.
	Sara got the impression that maybe the boy had been in church, Sunday School maybe.  So she asked.
	Skyler nodded that it was so.  He could hear, he could see, he just couldn’t speak.  Sara unfastened his beige slacks and pushed them down.  The boy stood in crisp clean tidy-whiteys.  Unlike the frightened Jackie before him, Skyler had managed not to piss in his underwear.
	With his pants and undies at his ankles, Sara helped him step out and Skyler obliged giving no problems whatsoever.  Sara asked if he had siblings.  He did; an older brother and older sister plus a younger sister.
	For some reason she asked, “Ever see them naked?  Like me?”
	Skyler shook his head No, but in his eyes—Yes.
	By impromptu Q&A, Sara learned sordid secret details about her young silent cutey.  She toyed with his pud and asked if anyone else did the same.  At first he didn’t say, er, answer in a way that was clear.  He kept mum.  But Sara continued—no reason, just curiosity.  The boy finally began to warm up to her and revealed that the older sister played with his pee-pee, too.
	Sara sucked on the boy’s puddling and asked, “did she do this, too?”
	Yep.
	Did anyone else?
	By the look in the boy’s eyes, Sara got the impression that it was so.  Getting the “who” was difficult.  It was almost like Twenty Questions; Sara gently fondled the boy’s pud, cupped his balls and caressed his butt and probed his mind with questions.
	By doing so she learned that the Older Sister got the Younger Sister to suck Skyler’s pud.  But they were the only ones, a Sunday School teacher also took pleasure in servicing his young squirter; Skyler liked his Sunday School teacher—she was helping him with sign language and was nice to him.  (and she sucked his dick!)
	There, too, was a male teacher at his private school sucking him as well.

	After the questioning of which Sara realized was too much prying and tiring, and she had sucked him well enough to get him hard well enough, she laid herself out on the bed, opening her legs.  Young Skyler had seen naked poon—his sisters and Sunday school teacher.  Both his sisters he had engaged sexually—his older sibling having him screw her AND the younger sib.  The older sis was in high school, what grade Skyler didn’t know or understand the “level.”  The younger sib was in elementary school, but wasn’t sure as to the “level” there, either.
	But he stared at Sara’s nakedness like he had never seen it before.  At length, though, he knew what to do and crawled up and guided his bare missile into Sara’s entrance.  He drove all the way in right off and pumped like a rapid rabbit.

	Skyler wasn’t old enough to cum, but he came close.  He was ten and had a nice hard stiffy, there was “almost” cum squirting out of his piss slit, it was some sort of clear sticky liquid.  Sara sucked it and determined that it was gross—but it wasn’t pee.
	Right then the door opened and the bastard Warden walked in.
	Sara’s heart began to beat near out of her chest.  What was the bastard going to do?  She feared being raped (again) or worse, the boy being raped, er, sodomized.
	Neither.
	The man came in bearing some items; a ping pong paddle, a thin leather belt, and a switch.  Sara could see the man had a hard-on inside his pants.  After dropping the instruments of severe pain onto the bed, he looked to the young Sara, “spank him.” he said.
	Oh shit.  Sara’s heart sank and her stomach churned.  In no way did she wish to bring harm to the cute little boy; she looked pleadingly to the Warden—who returned unto her a long hard stare.
	“Use one of these, or your hand.”
	And if I don’t?
	The Warden’s lips wavered as if holding back a smile.  He nodded and took Sara up from the bed by her elbow and led her out of the cell.  Two doors down to another cell; using a key he opened the door and led Sara inside.  She nearly lost her ability to breath—inside were some teenage girls, tied up in various manners; like hogs mostly.  They were all naked, some secured to huge wooden posts, some on tables, some attached to the stone/cement walls.  

	One girl approximately fourteen had was hog tied with a thick black string from her toes to her long pony tail.  Her bare ass, backside, and breasts were all marked with whip marks.  Her mouth was gagged tightly; a thick black string went around her breasts in a super tight constrictive manner forcing her breasts to bulge.  The string went down her body and up tightly between her vagina and then her ass and then up to her hogtied hands and feet.
	Another girl was secured to one of the great wooden posts; her hands tied behind her, her body scooted down, her breasts bulging with heavy black string crisscrossing them and her legs stretched way out with more heavy black string wrapped about the big toes going to her breasts.
	Another girl on a table hogtied was being force fed a huge black dildo into her mouth.  It was huge and she was gagging on it, choking, crying, the whole bit.  Another same dildo was in her pussy AND asshole!  
	The administrators were two men and a teenage boy.  They were clad in black outfits of a futuristic style with one of the men having his cock out.  He used his exposed cock that was hard enough to bust bricks to slap the snot out of a girl chained to the wall.  When she was just about to the unconscious level—brought on by other torturous abuse, he straddled her and showered her with his pee.
	The Warden led Sara back to her cell.
	“Get with the program or I’ll let them have you.”
	Sara felt ill.  Really-really ill.

	Sara cried as she held Skyler’s hands as the boy stood nakedly before her.  “I-I have to do something—to you.” she wailed.
	Skyler nodded his head, then put a finger up to her mouth, then wiped away a tear.  He understood.  He was SOOOOOO cute!  Sara hugged him, patted his butt—and wished that the “patting” would count.
	The paddle—no.
	The belt—hell no.
	The switch?  No way.
	And no on the belt, too.
	So it was down to the hand.
	Carefully and still upset about it, she guided Skyler around to lay him across her lap.  Out of the corner of her eye she saw a face in the wire mesh window at the door.

	The first smack was wussy.  A little more than a “pat” but a lot less than a smack.  Sara in no way wanted to inflict pain or discomfort to the boy.  “Have you ever been spanked before?” Sara asked.
	Yep.  Big sis and the naughty Sunday School teacher.
	The next smack jostled the boy’s butt and stung Sara’s hand.  
	How much spanking did she have to do?  
	She rubbed his butt, her pussy itched and she worried about Michael.
	Again she landed a smack, then another.  Skyler fussed a little twitching his body, clenching his ass.  Sara rubbed the almost burning flesh, squeezed, then let go another.
	Then another.
	Then another.
	Her hand began to hurt and Slyler’s ass was thoroughly reddened.
	When she looked to the window—the face that had been there was gone.  Sara was glad.  She stopped and stood Skyler up who had tears on his cheeks.  Sara hugged him, wiped his tears, and hugged him.

	“Soooo, did you ever do your sisters—here?” she said pointing to her asshole.
	The boy giggled and blushed some but nodded Yes.
	Sara lay on the bed, shoulders against the pillow and wall, legs open, ass positioned so as it was exposing the “hole” and just out of curiosity, asked.  
	And from “asking” to “doing.”  It seemed the thing to do.
	Apparently, though, Skyler had never butt humped his sisters while they were on their backs; doggie style the preferred position.  Sara was accommodating, and after a bit of clumsily handling his cock and trying to guide it into her asshole while on her backside, she got off the bed and onto her knees.  With her legs spread wide, Skyler managed more dutifully to make anal entry and fuck therein.
	It wasn’t a particularly long butt fuck and afterwards Sara had to go poop.  Skyler sat on the bed and watched.  Sara got a little embarrassed ‘cause she farted a couple of times as well as passed a massive hunk of poo.  Then, when done, in the absence of toilet paper, she had to rinse clean her hole from the shower.
	Thereafter she used the bed sheet to dry and then she laid herself out on the bed with Skyler laying beside her.  Some minutes to maybe an hour later and the door to the cell opened…