August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 7
Adventurers

Dreams DO cum true
	It couldn’t be believed that they had never had cornbread before, he guessed that they had been about five before he found the right ingredients and skillet to make it in before he made them their first batch—cornbread.  To Cinnamon and Pepper it was like candy.  Adding butter made it ten times as good, then finding the corn (kernel) and adding THAT into the mix(ture) only put the kittens into high orbit of deliciousness.
	Butter dripped down Cinna’s chin as she devoured the very last morsel from her bowl.  In some ways she was a typical human child, in others August saw that she was a typical domestic cat.  He saw that in a very short time Cinna was going to be very much like her mother.  He saw the resemblances and in part it annoyed him—mainly because he missed her so.  In his long life he had had several loves; none, though, touched him so deeply as Kimber TailChaser.
	Slowly his mind began to drift.  Quickly, though, he nipped it.  He didn’t want to remember those times, those times were gone and only made him sad—sad and angry.  He had sought to enjoy a new life, it had been disrupted by the blasted minotaur and their blood lust.  He tried many times to only remember the good times, the pleasant times.  But always his mind found the bad times.
	Cinna climbed onto his lap to snuggle.  Across the dim lit room the others of the cabin slept.  Outside it was snowing, again.  Soon, though, that would end; Spring was in the midst and not so far off.  All was well within the cabin; someone was snoring, someone was “gettin’ some”, someone was restless, and someone farted.
	Cinna scratched her nose and snuggled her body against her Daddy.  August, the Daddy, wrapped his arms about her.  The newest members, Kevin, Will, Annie, and Holly were fine additions, they couldn’t rightly explain exactly how they had happened into the cave-room—they had been backpacking, exploring small caves along their way and upon exploring this one they suddenly could find no way out.  
	And then there was all those monkeys!
	The fruit and water helped sustain them and Will guesstimated that they had been in the cave two or three days.  August had checked the cave himself and found no exit, no symbols or anything.  Then, after the kids had been safely escorted back to where Melody was in the tunnel, August made his way back to the cave—and couldn’t find it.  It wasn’t there!
	It was a pisser, a real pisser.  The urge to explore the secretive cave-tunnel was great, but he had learned from his past travels; doing so meant tempting fate—getting lost/stranded in some other universe with little in the way of ever returning.  He couldn’t do that to Cinnamon and Pepper, and now the others who had come to him.
	A satisfying “ahhhh” was heard, young Kevin Corter had been porking his sister, Annie and had achieved his ultimate goal—then rolled over and promptly went back to sleep.  Annie remained as she was for a moment before sliding out of the new bed and scampering slowly to the bathroom to “clean up.”
	August paused a moment then deposited Cinna in her bed alongside her slumbering brother, Pepper.  Then slowly he made his way to the bathroom chamber—with new people a new construct had been installed to provide for the influx of bathroom needs.  Annie stood nakedly and semi sleepily at the counter cleaning her poon and ass cheeks where her brother’s cock had left a “trail” of cock juice.
	August took over and washed her where needed, then turned her about, hugged her, then fed into her mouth his manhood.  Annie took the member without question—August’s doings and her own initiative working there.  She was sleepy too and there so very susceptible to conveyed input.
	After filling her mouth with his love cream, he laid the girl gently to the floor.  She was a pretty thing, it had been awhile since he had seen any humans, even longer since being with them.  And longer still since sinking his manhood into one!
	He had been thrilled with Melody and Ted, then along came Kristy and he was more than pleased.  Holly and Annie topped it off and he wondered if there would be others?  (gee, what do YOU think…??)
	Annie was a little marvel, almost flat chested she was—almost.  Dark hair that she liked in a single flowing (not braided/twisted) pony tail) that she sometimes let loose to flow upon her shoulders; creamy skin, and a light furry covering to her poon.  She was an occasionally masturbator, had no thoughts of sex or sexual depravity although she was aware of what was going on around her in society—but was vague on the actual concepts of what that depravity entailed.

	She had seen her brother whacking off and was mildly curious about sex, but wasn’t ready; the concept of spreading her legs and accepting cock even if it was from her brother was kinda weird to her.  But—but, August found, if her hard-up brother with his hard-on had approached her and pleaded with her—she would have done so!
	Just between her legs, not in the mouth and not in her ass.
	August caressed her young body—he was a perv from WAY back; he liked teen girls and young adults, but it was the girls under twelve that thrilled him the most.  An honest pervert.
	Down onto Annie’s freshened cunt he went, licking and fully engulfing the young poon to his delight.  Annie squirmed some but otherwise endured.  She was tired and sleepy and had only been mildly aware that her brother had recently tagged her.
	When August’s manhood was stiff once more and ready for “action”, he nestled it against the girl’s tweeny twat; just as he began making entry Melody appeared at the no-door opening to the bathroom.
	She smiled and didn’t mind what he was doing, she was kinda naughty herself and began fingering herself as August pushed his pud into the ten year old.  As August began pumping Melody stepped over the pair on the floor to take a seat on the toilet.  The toilet incinerate all waste products as there was no real way to carry the waste material out of the cabin.  Another catkin product.
	When she was “done” and had wiped herself, she came to lay beside the two, “She’s asleep!” Melody spoke the obvious.
	“Yep.” August replied and kept screwing until he was squirting.
	Melody marveled in semi-awe (not disgust or disdain) and when August sat up after completing his deed—she went down on him, sucking his cock as well as sucking on Annie’s cunt.  When she sucked on Annie’s cunt, August skull fucked her!
	With Melody both sucking his cock and Annie’s cunt, August got re-invigorated and subsequently hard—he gently pulled Melody to straddle Annie and eased his re-hardened cock up Melody’s glory hole.  Meanwhile, Melody suckled on Annie’s barely-there breasts as well as Frenching the girl’s mouth.
	Ultra horn-dog Ted came waltzing in nextly, cum already dripping from his dick.  Who he had just boffed wasn’t known, he was smiling, sweaty, and took only mere seconds for HIS prick to stiffen again.  He knelt down and pressed his bone against Melody’s face and she soon took it, sucking it into a mighty stiffness.  Meanwhile, Ted’s balls nestled into Annie’s mouth…

	Ted liked to cum, and how!  But in the mouth was the least of his favorite places to unload his load, and the asshole was second.  His favorite hole was ye olde snatcher-roo.  So, when the inevitable moment was imminent August repositioned them—he himself sitting back stuffing Melody’s asshole while Ted moved down the sleeping Annie to stuff Melody’s cunt.
	On and on it went; Ted finally unloading his load into Melody’s cunt, pulling out and spewing some onto Mel’s belly and breasts.  The girl gripped the horny dog’s cock and worked it furiously back into stiff mode before it could limp out.  Then, she drew it up to her mouth and sucked it.
	August had cum up her butt.
	Kevin walked into the bathroom, he had been sleepy and in only for the need to pee; but upon seeing his cabin mates engrossed into shenanigans, he quickly joined in.
	Followed by Holly and then Kristy.
	August was pleased, all was well; the desire to explore the elusive cave where Holly, Annie, Will, and Kevin had come from still filled him, but the desire was decreasing.  He had no intention of falling off into another parallel—not again.
	Ted was as happy as a dog—literally; one after another he plugged a girl’s hole in the bathroom.  He creamed and then revitalized his cock by slapping his cum squirter against the girl’s ass before moving to the next.  Meanwhile, one girl after another sucked on August’s cock, his balls, and slid down onto his pole.  
	August liked, a lot.  They would kiss and he would fondle their budding breasts until his liquid love filled them.  Annie finally woke up and took her turn, brother Kevin plugging her again and then Will took a turn.  By dawn’s frosty light the fucking and cumming was done and everyone moved back to their prospective beds.

*

Rude Awakenings
	There was enough wood to last the Season, half was out behind the cabin with the rest inside the cabin where it was handy.  There was meat in the smoke shack, fruits and veggies in the cellar—all would sustain them well into the Spring Thaw, which by August’s account was mere weeks away.
	But still, more was better.

	Ted stretched and would much rather of snuggled back in bed with Melody or one of the other girls—Annie came to mind.  Kevin was new; he wasn’t a morning person or a winter person; but he was in debt to his benefactor, August and would do anything to keep on his good side.
	After a bit of breakfast August dressed; he was going out.
	“Going to check the lines?” (trap lines)
	“Yeah, head up North Stream--”
	“May I go, Father?” Pepper asked.
	“Dress up, son.” 
	The kitten scampered quickly into his clothes.  Kristy, Ted, Melody, Annie, Holly, Will, and Kevin still found the concept of “domestic” cats in human form a difficult to odd thing to deal with.  But the “kittens” weren’t the only things they would have to overcome…

	“So, do you think anyone else will come here?”
	“Don’t know until they do.”
	Ted nodded, August was a different character for sure, Ted didn’t know quite how to manage him, let alone understand him.  He knew that his understanding of the Parallel Worlds wasn’t as good as August’s and he kinda doubted for sure that he would have fared as well.  He had wits but he knew that he got by on his Charm mostly—but from what he heard about traveling thru the various Planes of Existence/Parallel Universes, there were little to no one to express that Charm on to get by on…
	Kevin followed slowly behind, he really wasn’t a winter person but the catkin coverall kept him warm—which was alright but he really would like it better back at the cabin instead of hiking up some frozen freaking hill.  A frozen freaking creek was to one side, sparce frozen freaking woods were to the other along with frozen freaking rocks and boulders.
	At five hundred feet the hill level out, some.  
	“Will cross here.” August told them.  Pepper already had and was scampering up the other side of the creek where the frozen trail was easier to climb.  Ted looked over the frozen (freaking) landscape—to the left a few yards beyond the creek boundary was a huge population of dense woods.  In the frozen atmosphere they looked very foreboding.
	To the other side, right of the creek there was uneven landscape of hills and dales and small valleys inundated with boulders of every size.  Sparse trees dotted the landscape, too.
	The Cabin lay way back behind them…
	“HEY!  I found something!” shouted Pepper.
	The “something” was two somethings, and only one was human.

	Although time was of the essence as neither of the “two somethings” were dressed for the freaking frozen conditions, a moment was needed to asses the scene:  the both “somethings” lay in the frozen (freaking) snow face down, the first something was a mythical creature who seemed to be smothering the second, which was a young female human.
	The mythical creature, minotaur was male and young—about in his 20s or so, maybe a little younger—with minotaurs it was hard to tell their age.  He wore breeches and an open vest, dark leather.  A large matching belt he wore as well with two scabbards on the hips, both were empty.  In the minotaur’s hand was a short sword—it had blood stains from the curved tip to the hilt; there, too, was a death grip on the handle from the minotaur.
	The human girl was in classic jeans and a Summer top, it was green with a big daisy on the front.  She had blond hair in slight curls, blood splatters in her hair and she was all of about eight or nine years young.
	The curious thing, though, was the manner of which they lay.  The girl was tucked up against the minotaur as if he had been carrying her and then fallen.  Had the minotaur abducted the human girl, slain her parents or whoever else was with her?  
	It sure looked that way.
	Slowly and with extreme caution August moved the powerful arm of the minotaur from the girl.  Ted carefully scooped the child up and held her; there was a “wound” on the side of her head, abrasions on her arms, missing a shoe.
	The minotaur looked as if he himself had been in a fracas.  He was also too big to be “scooped” up; though he appeared young, late teens to early 20s in human-kin years, he was beefy—powerful arms, abs, pecs, thighs, the works.  Very muscular with not the slightest hint of “fat” on him, all muscle.  A tuft of gray-blue hair in a Mohawk fashion on his head, no other hair on his body at all.  A gold earrings loop in one ear, a tear in the lobe of the ear where the matching earring had been in the other ear.  No tattoos and no other form of jewelry.
	“He’s too big to carry,” the trek down the hill was bad enough on one’s own let alone “carrying” someone—especially a minotaur who had the body rivaling any top notch NFL player!
	“What about that tarp covering the wood pile?” Kevin chimed in.
	August mulled it over then nodded his head, “Go.” then, “BE CAREFULL!”  Kevin flew off of the hill and down it disappearing in mere seconds.  Ted continued to hold the human girl.  
	“You go, too, get her into the cabin and warmed up.”
	Ted nodded and took off following the freaking frozen tracks of Kevin.  Pepper squatted to the one side of minotaur.  August had never fully told his son what had happened to his mother; August knew better than to blame the entire race of mythical creatures or to lump them all into the same pot, but old feelings were hard to put away.
	Where had the time gone?  So many years; the struggle to keep the horrible memories buried—but each time he looked upon his children he saw their mother.  He sighed and once more managed to suppress the tragedy.
	Now, though, it wouldn’t be so easy with the minotaur in their midst.
	And where had he come from, he and the girl?  There was no cave or any other rock formation.  The hill did go up some two hundred feet to top off; beyond was a great rocky slope to Farr Valley and Neer Lake.  It didn’t appear as the minotaur and girl had been laying where they were for too long, their bodies were cold but not ‘frozen.’
	Ted and Kevin made a return, both totally out of breath—they were hot and cold and sweaty and worn out.  They carried between them the thick tarp that protected the outside woodpile.  August made quick work of fashioning it so as to carry the huge hulk of the minotaur creature.  He would be dragged but there was little danger of inflicting any harm to him as the tarp was thick and so was the minotaur’s hide!

	At the cabin the girls had been mending clothes, socks, mittens, and bedding; discussing sex, what to cook for lunch, home life, sex, and possibilities of getting pregnant when Ted rushed thru the door with the new addition.
	Ted took a moment to catch his breath; he too stole glances at the new girl as she was laid out on one of the beds and stripped down.  His cock got hard but…
	Time for that later, he dashed outside to help Kevin with the tarp.
	The girls didn’t know the little girl’s story, but she wasn’t a virgin, that was clear enough to see, she also had bruises to her thighs.  None of the girls thought much about over lustful horn dog guys—men and boys who chose to force themselves rather than seek other means of self pleasuring.  The girls were okay with if a young girl (or boy) was willing to engage in immoral sexual romps, or even “led” into such naughtiness, but not forced, that was entirely another matter.
	Half an hour later and the boys arrived bearing the possible cause to the girl’s injuries.  They didn’t know for sure but had already passed judgment for the obvious reasons.

*

	August had learned long ago that his special Mind Tricks didn’t work on all humans, nor did it work well on Catkins or Minotaurs.  But it was worth a try.  His “trying” came in the middle of the night after all others had drifted off to sleep.  The lumbering hulk of a minotaur slept soundly, like the little girl he had a head wound.  There, too, was a stab wound and some sort of electrical burn on his side.  And amazingly there was a broken rib!  His body was tough, though—rigid but gave just enough to make him sinewy-like.  He was some six feet two inches in length with weight about two hundred twenty-five pounds.  Broad shouldered, lean, washboard stomach, incredible muscles on the arms and legs and back.  On one of the beds he occupied it fully, the girls tended to him, stripping him down and washing his body—they found some amusement at his schlong.  Eight inches of minotaur cock with incredible non-hairy smooth as silk testicles.  His cock was “uncut” and August was amused at the girls’ bemusement.
	“Ahem!” he cleared his throat at them to get them back to their task.
	They did so and he had returned to his—which was tending over the newest girl member.  The boys casually hanging close so as they could get a look at the newest naked girl.  He, too, had noticed the bruisings to the inner thighs; her poon showed signs of severe abuse and her asshole wasn’t virginal, either.
	But by noting the girthy and lengthy size of the minotaur, it was doubtful that she had been sexually assaulted by him.  The child was warmed, tucked in and left to rest.  The minotaur had been cleaned up, his wounds dressed, and left be, too.
	When after the lights had dimmed and all save for August retired to bed, August began attempting a mind-link with the huge grey-blue skinned creature.
	It wasn’t an easy task, the minotaur’s mind was difficult to perceive let alone connect to.  It would take time, if at all.  August needed time, he needed to re-set his mind to a different wave scheme.  That meant lots of prime vegetables; foods that were easy on the digestion that also soothed the mind.  He also needed peace—no interruptions or distractions.  The foods for his mind and body would be easy, but the peace?
	If it were Spring or better weather he could simply send everyone out to collect berries.  But the “berries” were months away—as was Spring.  He smiled and made his mind-link attempt on the girl.
	He had better success there… 

	The little girl stirred, there were suppressed memories in her, too.  She was uncomfortable and there was a great deal of distress, fright, confusion, and horror.  Trying to unravel one thread of memory at a time proved to be a very difficult measure and at times August had to stop and back out and just out and out quit; fear and panic had overwhelmed him—he didn’t know if it was from him or the girl; he figured a little of both.
	She needed time, then, her mind was still in turmoil in spite of being in an “unconscious” state of being.  August moved to the bathroom, drained his lizard then washed his face.  Ted came into the bathroom to do likewise, mostly to pee.
	“You okay?” he asked seeing August being somewhat “disturbed”.
	“Hm, oh, yeah, sure.” caught off guard.  He stood aside to continue mulling over his next step, if there was to be one at all.  Ted washed his dick, hands, and then face.  As he did so, August’s eyes fell upon the boy’s arse.  It was a nice arse and August liked it, slowly he dragged his manhood against the smooth warm skin of the young teen.  Ted leaned forward on the sink counter some, parting a cheek.  Soon he “received” a gracious plugging that lasted more than the usual five minutes.
	Ted guessed August must have been bugged ‘cause he didn’t even do the customary “reach around.”  After pumping and steam spewed from Ted’s hole, August leaned back against the wall and flopped his cock—deep in thought.  Ted washed out his gooied asshole and left.

*

	The snows were all but gone from the remote landscape, the oaks and other assorted trees were putting out buds, wildflowers were cropping up everywhere, and the heavy laden stench of horse crap scented the air as it always did.  With chores done there was nothing to do but play.  School was months away (and it could stay away as far as Robin was concerned!)  With no other kids around to play with ‘cause her family decided to abandon corrupted civilization, Robin had to play with her brothers.  She had three of them, one was months away from going into the military, the Marines.  Brother Clem busied himself with trying to get the family tractor fixed.  That left brother Henry.
	Henry and Robin got along and had many hours of misadventures about the new digs, there was still lots to explore in the new area and Robin hoped to explore it all to her heart’s content.

	Robin’s family had moved up into a very lush area, inheriting an old family farm.  Not much in the way of “farming” anymore as the land had retaken what used to grow there.  But Robin’s mother hoped to turn the farm into a horsey farm.
	Robin’s parents were divorced and the Daddy was no longer in the picture.
	The “front yard” was a biggie.  Half an acre.  It went from the porch to the road that crossed in front.  Not a lot of trees but ankle deep grass with tufts of waist high grass all about.  There was an old wooden lodge pole fencing encircling the property, a few stout oaks and other trees, bushes, and etc.
	So it was a great place to play.  Just after getting started in playing, chasing bugs and tossing bugs on one another, something happened.  It was a little fuzzy and difficult to decipher.  But that was because of Robin, the “next scene” was hazy and revealed a boy in his mid teens stumbling out of the farm house, his head was bleeding.  A man Robin didn’t know was suddenly at the side door from the kitchen; he grabbed the boy and dragged him back inside the house.
	Then, the next scene had it with the same man Robin didn’t know in her presence, her hands and feet were bound and she was placed inside the trunk of a car along with her brother.
	How long they were in the trunk couldn’t be determined—but “awhile” anyways.  At length the trunk lid opened and the strange man pulled Robin and her brother, Henry, out.  They were in a new area, thick trees and no road.  Steam was coming out of the car’s engine and it had a flat tire, too.
	The man was tall, thin, had a dark black beard and crazy dark eyes.  Long black hair and he looked like a crazy person; his tan shirt had blood stains on it, too.
	Into the woods away from the car the man guided Robin and Henry, Henry was approx. eleven years young it was guessed, a handsome fellow with very curly blond hair.  He was bound hand and foot as well and had a head wound of some sort to the side of his head—Robin assumed he had gotten it during their ride in the car’s trunk.
	Suddenly the man was yanking down Henry’s pants.  Henry didn’t fight back and seemed dazed, he was slobbering some and his eyes seemed glazed over.  
	Robin couldn’t run, “If you run I kill him up good!” the man spoke with a very strange accent.  Robin had peed herself once already in the car trunk, she did so again in pure fright.

	With Henry’s pants (and underwear) down, the boy was roughly put down to his hands and knees.  The stranger man then began putting his hands all over Henry’s butt, spanking him and then “reaching around” to play with Henry’s penis.
	Robin stood crossing her legs staring in awe, peeing herself.
	Again it was a little fuzzy for the next scene as the strange man then pulled down his own pants, he wore no underwear.  Robin saw the man pressing himself up against Henry; Henry let out a cry, his eyes bulging and he seemed to be in great distress.  
	The man began to pound himself against Henry’s butt, Henry couldn’t scream but seemed like he wanted to.  The man held a handful of Henry’s thick coarse hair wrenching the boy’s head back.  The butt pounding went on for several minutes, then…
	“Come ‘ere!” demanded the man.  Robin stumbled her way over.  The man roughly yanked Henry up and told Robin to “Suck ‘im.”
	Robin didn’t get it or understand or was too frightened to comprehend.  Then, the man had a hunting knife—no, it was a kitchen knife, it had blood stains on it, Robin remembered one like it from the kitchen.  The man placed the blade of the knife under her brother’s testicles.
	“You suck ‘im good or cut ‘hem off, you ‘ere!?”
	Robin heard but didn’t understand what she heard.
	“He wants you to suck my dick, Sis!” cried out the boy.
	Robin shook her head, “No freakin’ way!” that was gross.
	“Yes way, little Missy, I cut ‘im good if’in you don’t!”
	“Just do it, Sis, he’s going to cut my BALLS off!”
	Robin felt ill and needed a few minutes before she could do the dastardly deed.  She had never-ever done so before.  Sure she had seen her brothers naked, she had seen them peeing in the woods, and even “playing” with their pee-pees.  With her brothers she herself had gone naked, skinny dipping, and light “touching” but no serious hanky and or panky was ever involved.
	So Robin sucked.  And sucked.  And then sucked some more.  The taste of her brother’s pud was distasteful, she didn’t care for it and felt more ill than she had before.
	Henry’s cock “grew” inside his sister’s mouth, it came out a few times and was pressed up against her head before being pushed back in.  whether he “came” or not was not known.
	Another “fuzzy” scene there was that ultimately just was too grainy to see or comprehend clearly at all.  But the next scene showed Robin laying down with her shirt ripped open and her pants/underwear at her ankles.

	Robin’s brother was laying on the girl, his boyhood against her while the strange man whipped the boy with a stick and then a switch.  “Put it in ‘er, damn you boy!” the man screamed, “I rip yer hide raw what I will!”
	Henry did seem to try and comply, but it was awkward to do so with his hands tied behind him as well as his ankles.  The boy’s bare ass and legs were striped of skin before finally the man stopped—basically he was out of breath.  Robin stared at the man, he had a hard-on, it was dirty and coated with blood, too.
	Henry moved on his sister, his boyhood pressing against her sex, but he couldn’t get it in.  Angrily the man wrenched the boy off of her and laid on her himself.  Robin blanked out of her mind the assault but it was clear that she was raped.

	A little time passed, another gray area that wasn’t in focus; when it was, brother Henry was once more on top of his sister, his hands and feet were unbound and he was having a better time of screwing his sister.  The strange man was naked sitting right beside them, caressing the boy’s ass as he pumped.
	Whether or not the boy “got off” wasn’t clear.  He was pulled off and forced to suck the strange naked man’s cock.  Then, the boy was dragged behind a great tree.  Robin remained laying where she was.  Eventually the man returned--his chest and hands were covered in blood…

	A large blank spot there was before the scene was one of chaos:
	The next thing was Robin was in a modern kitchen, late evening, but not dark.  The kitchen color was yellow trimmed in lots of light-cherry wood; it was a clean kitchen with everything in its place and put up, too.  On the large oaken breakfast table a mother laid out, she was naked.  On top of her was a teenage girl about sixteen or so—they were 69ing (although neither was engaged in cunny licking.)  they were not the only ones naked, either:  a teen boy who had a head wound (familiar theme) stood wavering in the nude by the table, a young boy no more than seven lay crumbled on the floor with blood at his head.  A young girl no more then ten stood in a puddle of pee…
	There was the strange man, he was naked, and another man, naked also.  Both men had boners.  The strange man who had kidnapped Robin had a very crazy face; he was smiling, wild eyes, and looked extremely freaking bizarre.  In his hand he had a large cast iron skillet, a burner was on on the stove, after heating the skillet up for a few minutes he let it fly to smack the teenage girl on the table.

	She screamed.  The wild crazy strange naked man giggled with glee and smacked her ass again.  The other man wasn’t as tall, but he seemed muscular.  In his hands was a huge kitchen knife with a big blade (butcher’s blade).  Robin peed herself again and was hunkering down by a row of cabinets—and she simply just crawled inside one.
	What happened nextly on the table wasn’t clear, minutes passed and when the hiding Robin looked out via cracking the cabinet door she saw the teen boy behind the teen girl pumping; the man who had the big knife was at the other end, his penis going in and out of the teen’s girl’s mouth—coming out to push into the teen girl’s mother’s cunt.
	On and on it went; Robin missed most of it as she closed the cabinet door and curled up tightly.  She went to sleep of all things awakening when a great deal of noise there was.  Peeking out caused the girl not only to pee herself again but to unload from the adjacent hole, too.
	Minotaurs!
	Two huge ugly brutes were in the kitchen, the kitchen was thrashed, bodies (and body parts) were everywhere.  Robin screamed, she shouldn’t have, but she did.  One of the minotaur brutes grabbed her by putting his huge beefy hand thru the door of the cabinet she hide in, grabbing her face and yanking her out.  She was tossed in the air to the other brute who caught the girl, tucked her under an arm and then moved on.
	Outside the house was pure chaos, minotaurs were everywhere—so were bodies—and body parts.  It was a war scene of incredible proportions and Robin luckily blanked most of it out.
	Her next scene had her in among other children, some older, some younger, boys and girls.  All seemed okay, body parts intact, but they were all horribly frightened.  It was dark and they seemed to be in some sort of wired pin.  All around houses were burning to the ground, flashing lights there were of police and fire vehicles—also burning to the ground.
	Hours passed and the darkness turned to light, but with the morning’s first light there was darkness; thick billowing clouds of smoke drifted all about obscuring the destruction that surrounded the wire enclosure.  Chaos reigned supreme and was confusing to say the least:  some of the older kids, teen boys, tempted fate by undoing the wire mesh; then there were minotaurs in their midst and they weren’t happy to see the attempted escape; the boys were taken off into the smoke and that was that.
	Of the remaining kids they were taken by several minotaurs to another place that was a pit, a deep pit, a deep smoldering pit of home and car debris (and bodies).  There was no escape.

	There was escape.  
	It came in the way of another minotaur, the one found with Robin in the freaking frozen snow.  This minotaur seemed different, body wise he was a little smaller, more dressed, too.  He had dropped down into the containment pit when nightfall had come, he snorted (or farted—it wasn’t clear which) and shone a strange light over the frightened captives.
	Why he picked Robin wasn’t clear, there were several others.  He did seem to indicate to the others to “follow” but they didn’t.  Robin was the youngest.  Like before, she was tucked under the beefy arm of the new minotaur and carried up and out of the pit.

	The night was long, especially when tucked into the armpit of a beefy mythical creature.  The creature’s massive size did not deter him from being so aloof of foot.  They made their way thru the war torn neighborhood, it didn’t look too good.  Then, a small group of minotaurs there were and the one harboring Robin ducked down behind some debris.
	That was odd.
	He remained hidden until the group of brethren had long gone.
	Robin didn’t remember much after that, they left the area and she lost consciousness due to extreme stress and tiredness.  

*

	‘Like what you see?’
	Instant embarrassment.
	August smiled, ‘it’s okay.’
	Ted felt shamed, mostly embarrassed; but his eyes fell upon the young girl, staring at her coozy.  She was barely nine and Ted did wonder how she would be.  It was late at night and only he and August were up; outside there was more snow fall—winter wasn’t quite over yet.
	‘If you could do her; pussy, mouth, asshole, would you?’
	Ted gulped; he wasn’t aware of having his mind probed so, the “answers” were right there quickly for August to see—Ted himself merely thinking that he himself thought what he thought.
	The answer was, of course, yes!
	August merely checked the girl, cleaned her up some more and let her be.  There would time enough for “other” later.  August was more concerned about her friend, her rescuer?  He couldn’t quite figure the minotaur, he had shown no aggression to the little human child, he had saved her.  But why?  For his own diabolical purposes?

	August didn’t think so.
	It would take some time before the blue-gray skinned creature came around—like weeks, like a week into Spring as a fact of the matter.  A concussion will do that to you.  In the meantime August was able to decipher some information that was somewhat interesting—if not confusing.
	Apparently, like the factions that had separated the Catkins and sent a sect of kin traveling thru space to come to a small strange blue planet and set up a new way of life, the minotaurs also had “factions.”  Like the Catkins, the minotaurs didn’t all get along or saw the same things as their brethren.  One faction of the minotaurs were war-like, they thrived on war—war was a way of life.
	Another faction sought a peaceful existence.
	The difference in telling the two apart was simple—the warrior clan of minotaur were a bit taller, more brusque, and had blue-gray skin.  The more docile minotaurs were smaller in height and had gray-blue skin.  (They also bore Mohawks and jewelry.)
	There was more.
	August learned that “Sasha” was on the hunt for wayward Min-kin, minotaur children.  But as it happened he had come across human children, well, Robin.  But there was more; there seemed to be catkin children involved in the waywardness, too.
	Then, there was something about rats.  Ratkins!  The ratkins (apparently) had kin-napped the wayward min-kin and kittens, taking them as slaves.  Sasha was trying to locate the children and return them to Sanctuary.  And “Sanctuary” was a secretive place in another parallel.
	Then, August discovered Sasha had a KEY!

*

Insert Tab “A” into Slot “B”
	She had a loving touch, really—the boy of whom she “touched” loved it, anyways.  The girl’s fingers were about the boy’s stiff prong and she gently tugged back and forth, bits of semen jutting from his piss slit.  The girl was grinning big time, the boy even more so.
	The girl, Kara, had her pants and panties down just passed her butt; the boy of whom she tantalized had his clothes down to his knees.  The boy, Kyle, rubbed the girl’s cute butt as well as strove to finger out the girl’s cunny.  Both were twelve years young.  The girl’s nipples were hard and poked thru her yellow knit top.

	There were problems with the intended; it was daylight, for one.  The security cameras from adjacent buildings could very well capture all in view.  There were traffic concerns of mall patrons seeking better or alternate parking positions.  Passerbyers and roving security also had t be contended with.  But Wyndel wasn’t going to let those things bother him or dissuade him from acquiring Kara & Kyle, they were too good to pass up!
	The alcove of which the kids chose to do their “SHOW & TELL” was pretty secluded, there was some shipping pallets pilled up and an old dumpster that well enough concealed them from direct view.  A crumbled few pieces of brick in the alcove wall provided the kids easy access to and fro, from their building complex to the mall property.
	After “busting” the two horndogs, Wyndel took the next step; “Turn around, face the wall, hands on the wall, feet apart.” And of course, he didn’t allow them to pull their clothes up.  Wyndel took the opportunity to admire the girl’s butt, and the boy’s arse, too.  Gingerly he smoothed his hand over the girl’s ass, smacked it then did likewise to the boy.
	“You do mooks are in a LOT of trouble.”
	Naturally the kids wailed and begged.
	Nothing doing.
	“Here’s how its gonna play; you do what I’s tell ya, and you wont go to Jail AND your folks wont find out what you’ve been doing here!”
	Kara wailed some more but Kyle was kinda interested in the man’s proposal.  He looked over his shoulder; eyes bulged when the man in the suit pulled off his leather belt.
	“Holy shit!” the boy blurted.
	Wyndel smiled and let fly the belt to Kara’s tender ass.
	The girl immediately reacted (as she should) standing up straight with hands naturally protecting her darling little butt.  Kyle, too, tried to intervene but was knocked down with a simple swipe of the back of Wyndel’s hand.  The boy collapsed and was dazed.  Wyndel shoved the girl up against the brick cinder block wall and wailed upon her nifty little butt several times before stopping.
	During the course of the strapping she lost her ability to wail.
	Then it was Kyle’s turn.
	Kyle curled up in a fetal position shaking his head.
	“Get the fuck away from me, you fucker!” he cried out.
	“My way or the jail way!” Wyndel replied.
	The threat was idle and did little to persuade the youth.
	More sterner measures were needed.  A test of chivalry.

	“Stand up and take it or I’ll give her some more.”
	Kara wailed, “Nooooo!” rubbed her naked searing butt and tried to become one with the green painted wall.  Kyle looked forlorn, worse than that.  It was a toughie, but he stood, his pants and underwear bunched up at his ankles.  Nervously he turned to the wall, hands on the wall, ass pooched out.
	Wyndel’s thin black leather belt smacked his ass once, twice, three times.  Birds were startled out of the surrounding trees and the resounding smack set off a nearby car alarm.  Young Kyle danced, his feet dancing all about as his very tender a dear ass was assaulted.
	When the spanking was done, the fondling begun.
	Wyndel caressed the boy’s burning tush, then stepped up to slip a finger down the crack, touching the very virginal anal rim before reaching down between the legs to clutch the nuggets.
	Amazingly, thru it all, the boy still had an erection!
	Young Kara remained curled up clutching her clothes but hadn’t pulled them up to conceal herself.  Wyndel stroked the boy’s dong, ‘going to make a fine addition to my collection.’ he said to himself, ‘and I have something I need you to do for me, too.’ he smiled wickedly and then put Kyle’s mind on EMAD time.

*

	In Debra’s Tanning Salon a young woman in her twenties slipped off her bikini top and bottom then laid herself out on the tanning bed, quickly she began fingering her hairless poon, opening her legs and “getting after it.”  
	In Women’s Restroom #4 a woman in her late 20s “got after it”, too, while she sat perched on the toilet!  Across the hall in the Men’s Restroom #4 a Daddy with a lot of beard and hair helped his little girl go to the potty; using the handicapped stall the little girl’s yellow knit shorts were at her ankles, along with her yellow terrycloth panties.  The little girl of thick curly blond hair giggled as she pooted on the toilet—no audio but it was guessed.  The hairy man who looked more suited in a mountain scene with bears caressed the little girl’s thighs; then, he stood and fished out of his pants his Daddy cock.  It was stiff, he stroked it and so did the little curly blond girl.  She continued grinning.  The man put his manhood into the little mouth of his babe and he grinned, too.
	Two teen boys smoked a joint inside a mall alcove.
	Two teen girls locked lips at phone booths #7.

	At one o’clock there was a general staff meeting.
	At two o’clock a meeting with the city police.
	At three—lunch time.  Usually he had his lunch in one of the fine eating establishments in the mall, usually.  Not always, especially when there was such fine entertainment on closed circuit television to see—and especially since there was an area of extreme interest he wanted to keep tabs on.  It had taken a little doing to get the right camera angle, Kara and Kyle were well secured and hidden from all eyes, electronic and otherwise, but with careful maneuvering of one of the cameras normally zoomed in to watch over the parking structure, Wyndel could see into the alcove where his next Acquisitions lay tussed up in wait.  Their minds were in “lock-down” so they were safe.  
	As he munched his gyro he took note of a police officer who had pulled himself up onto the privacy/security wall from the housing complex side.  The cop looked around then let himself go.  Wyndel panned the rooftop camera to see there was a frantic woman and a teenage girl wringing their hands, a cop car was present and time was waning.
	More cop cars showed up, plus two detective cars.
	On the scanner on his desk there was an All Points Bulletin of Missing Children Alert going out to all Law Enforcement Officials and Associates.  A description followed.  
	Perfect.
	Wyndel left his lunch and scurried out to his van.

	Normally he would have waited for the Cover of Darkness, but there was no time.  He knew at anytime some idiot would find the broken cinderblock in the wall (of the alcove) and rescue his proposed acquisitions.  And that just wouldn’t do.
	So, risking all Kara and Kyle were removed from the alcove and placed into the van.  Once the van was returned to its prime security parking spot Wyndel took the opportunity for Preliminary fun.  A more astute looksee at Kara’s cunny was first up.  
	She was virginal.  He tongued the girl and drove himself to pure torture as he wanted more than anything to shove his prong into her, but would hold off—young Kyle would do the honors of breaking her in, after he broke in the other acquisition at home in his closet!
	Wyndel did, though, stuff himself into Kara’s mouth; like the burly curly hairy man in the handicapped stall with his little five year old daughter, he smiled.  

	Cum soon was spilling out of the girl’s mouth moments later, Wyndel gave a mighty moan of pleasure as the sweet release pleased him greatly.  Kara, though, was still in mind-lock, for her safety as well as his.  As his cock went flaccid he humped against her cum drenched face, pressing his hairy balls against her mouth and nose.  He couldn’t wait to get her to his home…
	And then there was Kyle.  Wyndel had always preferred girls, but wasn’t opposed to boys.  Kyle was just about the oldest he went for, a thirteen year old was one time bobbing on his knob as well as spreading his cheeks and there was once a time with a fourteen year old—but that was all.
	For girls, Wyndel ran the gambit from toddler age to nineteen.
	With Kyle he worked the boy’s pud, then slowly and gently rolled the youth over to began an assault on the lad’s tight rim.  With cum spillage from Wyndel’s cock and some appropriately applied popular cock jelly grease from a squeeze tube Wyndel make determined anal entry into the boy and had himself a ripping good time.

	By the Day’s End four shoplifters had been caught, two others managed to get away—but they were documented on video and would be watched for.  Security Officer Danelle Fisk put in paperwork that she was quitting, she was pregnant and had decided to give motherhood a go for awhile.  There was “mall” business that was typical; a shop closing, another opening, another being overtaken by a corporation, and so on and so forth.  The mall closed at 10PM, Wyndel and his team didn’t get out until 11:30PM, which was normal and typical.
	Kara had peed, Kyle had done a Number Two.
	Wyndel took care of their disgusting needs and scurried away home.
	Little Anna Sue was frightened, sore, and had soiled herself, too.  She was hungry and still mightily scared, too.  Her needs were tended to while the latest acquisitions were released from their mind-lock and allowed time to acclimate to their new surroundings.  It was going to be a long-long night.

*

	“Take off your clothes.”
	The command was heard but damn hard to comprehend.  She licked her lips, wrinkled her nose, then heard the command again, ‘take off your clothes.’  Kara looked down to herself, her surroundings were different, she didn’t know quite where she was (and barely WHO she was!)

	Slowly she pulled off her yellow knit top.  The premise was she was readying to either take a bath or go to bed.  
	“Keep going, take your pants down.”
	Kara bnlinked her eyes, she couldn’t see who was talking to her, or was there anyone at all talking to her?  She saw a bed, a big bed.  It didn’t look familiar, nothing in the room looked familiar.  
	Slowly she felt like someone was touching her—no, holding her—no, like someone had a holt of her hands and they were undoing her pants.  On her own she finished undoing her jeans and pushed them down.
	“Good girl.” said a voice.  Kara was unable to determine what kind of voice it was.  Her dad?  Brother?  Uncle?  The image of her Dad came to mind, but it was blurry.  So was the image of her older brother, Chuck.  The image of her Uncle Fred came in clearly—mostly ‘cause it was the image of him playing with his manhood.  It was behind a barn, sun was shinning, and his pants and underwear were down and he was playing with himself—like her brother Chuck did in the bathroom or his bedroom.
	There seemed to be no image of her mother.  No sisters, either.  Her bedroom came to mind, a yellow theme—wallpaper, bedding, dresser, phone and plush toy animals.  
	“Step out of your pants.”
	Kara was suddenly jolted back to “reality.”  Licking her lips then squeezing her eyes tight she tried in vain to comprehend what was going on.  But could not and found that simply following thru was the best course of action.  She stepped out of her pants.
	“Good girl, now,” said the voice in her head, “on the bed.”
	Kara looked at the bed, it was a big bed.  The image of her Daddy’s bed came to mind but it wasn’t as big as the bed she looked at it.  It was bigger; taller, wider, and longer.  A huge blue comforter covered it, there was a sitting/dressing couch at the foot of it, a huge wooden ornate headboard with a mirror in the middle.  There was a phone, some candles, and a framed photograph.
	Steadily Kara slowly crawled up onto the bed.
	“Take off your bra.”
	Kara reached her hands back and unhooked her dainty bra that she remembered casually as her Daddy getting her.  It had been her first one as only recently in mere months had her breasts suddenly (finally) blossomed.  The bra undone fell to the floor.
	“Lay back, open your legs.”

	Kara laid back and stared up to the blue tinted ceiling.  A strange feeling suddenly began to overwhelm her, it was confusing as all get it and she couldn’t quite grasp it.  Panic set in and she began to feel weird and frightened.
	“Nooooooo!” she screamed.
	Her ankles were locked and quickly brought up into the air—a swift sharp inflicted swat came to her ass that was so much so that she was unable to scream any further.
	“You will settle down and settle down NOW!  Unnerstand?”
	Kara didn’t “unnerstand” but she sighed, gripped the bedding and continued to stare at the ceiling.

**

	“Come here, boy.” 
	Kyle very nervously and with great trepidation stepped up to the bed.  The “do as I say when I say it” still rang in his head, he definitely did not want anything to happen to himself or Kara so he nodded his head that he would comply.
	Standing at the side of the bed he looked upon the stretched out Kara Delong clad in her yellow panties.  His own mind wasn’t faring so well and most of his “former” life had been nullified—unlike Kara, he was unable to bring any images to mind.
	“Take your clothes off.”
	Kyle licked his lips nervously then unhitched his pants first.  

	From within the closet Anna Sue watched as a boy only a couple of years older than she undressed.  On the bed was a girl about the same age; she had taken off all but her underwear.  And then there was the man.  Anna Sue stared at him for a while; somehow he was familiar to her, somehow.
	Once the boy had pushed his underwear down the man began caressing butt.  The boy didn’t seem to mind and soon the boy was positioned against the bed, laying down on beside the girl.  Anna Sue watched as the man went to his own knees and began licking the boy’s bare ass!  Anna Sue couldn’t believe it, but there was more…
	The boy was spanked, by the hand, but not hard.  The man then put his arm about the boy’s waist and was doing something Anna Sue wasn’t sure about.  When the boy’s body was pulled back, Anna Sue saw that the boy had an erection.  She clenched her arms about her knees and though she was repulsed by what she saw, she couldn’t look away.

***

Q&A and other things
	“Girlfriend?”
	“No, just friend.”
	“She’s pretty.”
	“Yeah.”
	“Ever see her in a swimsuit?”
	“Yeah, she’s got a green one--”
	“Ever see her naked?”
	“No.”
	“But you’d like to, right?”
	Long pause, heavy blusing, hard lip chewing, then a shrug, “I-I guess so.”  There was a head nod followed by unknowing working his crank.
	“Ever hear her fart?”
	“No.”
	“Ever fart in her presence?”
	“No.”
	“You’d like to see her PEE?”
	A gulp, an excessive blinking of the eyes, stunned in awe.
	“Like to see her peeing in the woods, the park?”
	“I-I dunno, I dunno.” The mind worked overtime trying to picture Kara Delong squatting in the woods where their families had camped, it was known what she was doing (peeing) and the desire WAS there to see that pee stream, but out of respect (and fear) the desire was curbed.
	“Ever see her (or any other girl) fingering herself, where she pees?”
	“No.”
	“You’d like Kara when she plays with your dick, huh?”
	“Yeah.” great embarrassment loomed and seethed throughout. 
	“You’d like to FUCK her, wouldn’t you, between her legs where she pees?”
	Kyle could barely breathe let alone think, but he nodded his head that it was so.  He had never FUCKED a girl before, only his hand.  
	“What about—in the mouth?  You’d like to hump into her mouth, up her butt?”
	“What about PEEING on her?  Licking her butt crack?  Having her suck your balls, lick YOUR butt crack AND hole!?”
	“Have her pee on you, in the bathtub?  Pee on her in the shower?”
	“Spanking?  Spank her butt until it turns red and then she gets to do you?  Little girls--”

	“How little?”
	“Does it matter?”
	“Well, yeah, kinda.”
	“Boys, what about boys—anything naughty with a boy?”
	Not NO but HELL NO!
	“Would you let a boy SUCK your dick?”
	That was different, Kyle licked his lips and had to give it a real hard think.  Then, “Maybe.”
	“So if this other boy, your age, sucked YOUR dick, you wouldn’t do him the pleasure of sucking his?”
	Kyle shrugged, he wasn’t going to answer that one.
	“Any teachers you’d like to see naked, be with naked?”
	Ms. Tallen came instantly to mind, she taught English and was his homeroom teacher, to boot.  She was in her twenties, long gorgeous red hair, she always smelled of roses, and Kyle one hundred percent wanted to see her naked.  With Ms. Gloria Tallen he would like to see in the woods peeing!
	“Any cousins, female—male?  Aunts, family friends?”
	There was a cousin, Sherry, she was in high school, he had seen her in her underwear one time, by accident.  His Dad’s secretary was nice looking, his Mom’s best friend’s daughter had just graduated high school and he’d really like to see her naked.
	“Ever seen a little girl, five or so, naked?”
	Kyle gulped, a shrug and a nod followed.  “Yeah.”
	A moment of silence there was, then
	“Would you like to take her panties down?”
	“Not really.”
	“Take your friend’s panties down, and off.”
	Kyle licked his lips, then reached up to Kara’s panties, pulled them down—and off.

	Wyndel caressed the boy’s ass, his cheeks still burning from the quick spanking he had given him.  The boy’s skin was smooth, soft, and warm.  The boy’s cock was hard, at twelve he barely had any pubic hair but he had some.  With all the questioning young Kyle had a massive erection; for twelve, his five incher was fairly decent.
	“Go down on her.” Wyndel cooed to the boy.  Kyle gulped for air and stared at the now naked Kara.  The concept of “going down” on a girl was elusive.  That was okay, Wyndel helped him out with images flashed into his mind.  Young Kyle slowly bent over placing his lips to Kara’s fur burger.

	Anna Sue felt the “need” to go, she bit her lips hard to “pinch off” that need, but she knew eventually she would have to—but going in the diaper the strange man had put on her was disgusting.  
	“You ever piss your pants?” the man had asked her.
	Anna Sue was revolted by the question, she held her mouth open and stood in stunned awe as the diaper was put on her.  “When you have to go to the bathroom, do so—in this.”
	Anna Sue nodded to convey that she would, but in her heart there was NO FREAKING WAY!  No way at all.
	“Do you finger yourself?”
	Anna Sue couldn’t believe such a question.  She blinked her pretty blue eyes and felt a beginning wave of sickness.  There were other questions that came to her but she didn’t hear them and wasn’t able to respond.  Her hands and feet were cuffed in fur lined handcuffs and they were attached to an iron eye-let screwed into the wooden plank flooring of the closet.
	“Don’t make a sound, don’t make a raucous.”
	“Be good, be quiet, be still.”
	Anna Sue wanted to cry, wanted to shout, wanted to go home.  The closet door was closed and that was that.  For a long-long while she sat in silence, then tried unscrewing the eye-let, but that didn’t work.  She tried working her wrists out of the cuffs—that didn’t work, either.  She slept after that, the urge to pee hit her sometime afterwards followed by the other bathroom urge.  Both she struggled with to stop, but with each passing hour and then each passing minute—the urge increased.
	The man had come in bringing the two kids.  He didn’t seem overly concerned about checking on her, he had made the kids undress first; then, when finally the boy got on top of the girl and began pumping, the strange man opened the closet door.
	“Good to see yer still here.” he said.  The link connecting her to the eye-let was undone and Anna Sue was allowed to stand up.  Her abductor caressed her unfilled diaper.  “You haven’t “gone” yet?” he asked of her.
	Anna Sue nodded that she hadn’t.
	“You’d better.” then, “’cause if’in you don’t, you not gonna be able to take them off, ever!” then, “I’ll make you wear them indefinitely.  You know what that means?”
	Anna Sue was sure about the word “indefinitely”.

	“It means fucking forever!” his voice raised some and she was quickly suddenly brought to his body and wrenched sidewise with his leg coming up and she was positioned across his left knee.  A horrendous amount of swats came to her ass—they only hurt sorta-kinda ‘cause her darling ass was protected by the thick padding of the diaper.
	Anna Sue was petrified and by the fright she peed.
	It was a beginning.
	Back on the bed, the boy had made vaginal entry to the girl…

	His ass was rubbed and swatted as he fucked Kara.  The feeling of his cock finally inside a girl’s pussy was beyond words.  There were mixed emotions ‘cause Kara was a friend.  They had not necessarily discussed actually having “sex” per se, and what they had been caught doing was just one of those things done on a spur of a moment.
	Whether or not Kara was having same like good feelings from the sex Kyle didn’t know, it didn’t really look like it ‘cause she had her pretty face all screwed up like she was in pain.  Her hands had come to his sides in an attempt to push him off—about the time his bare sweating ass was swatted bare handed by the strange man.
	Then, the man eased off of the bed and Kyle got into some sort of “rhythm” about what he was doing.  Kara’s nipples were hard and though she did seem to be in pain or discomfort—she made audible sounds that sounded pleasing.  She clenched Kyle’s body tightening her cunny about his invading prong.
	Meanwhile, the strange man undressed.

Meanwhile…
	The “key” was an object, an electronic object-gizmo.  Palm size and looked like an ordinary pebble stone.  It was gray in color, cold to touch, and virtually weightless.  August, though, found a “ridge” running around the middle of the stone; running his fingers about the ridge opened the stone; it had flaps of some geometric design with LCD screens on each of the four flaps that sprung out from the center.  In the center was the control, sensor pads and various indicators of which sent information to one of the four screens.
	NO CURRENT ACTIVITY was in each of the screens, the only “activity” was from a small round dial like a diver’s watch—a sweep second hand clicked around the clock; the clock had a Red Zone, Yellow, and Green.  A digital timer readout was at the bottom reading:  16hrs 03 sec

	‘Sixteen hours to what?’
	Or was that the time—military time?
	Or was it sixteen hours past something?
	The only answers for sure were locked away in the frozen mind of the minotaur, Sasha.  His mind was awakening, but it was a slow process.  August saw that during the extreme chaos plaguing the land of humans, Sasha toted Robin and ran into the midst of a blue-gray skinned minotaurs (bad guys).  Trying to circumventing the bad minotaurs was a good idea, but doing so alone and carrying a human child put the goodly gray-blue skinned minotaur with a Mohawk in danger.
	August then saw that Sasha utilized the “key”; opening what could only be determined as a Portal, an escape?  Just before stepping thru Robin screamed and a huge towering blue-gray minotaur clubbed Sasha.  The clubbing, however, propelled Sasha and Robin into the Portal.  The Portal closed almost immediately behind him locking out the very angered blue-skinned minotaur.
	Young Robin though had been scared to death initially after her awakening acclimated well enough to her new digs.  (After August had gleaned all the information that was useful from her mind, he zapped said information as well as all memories of her family and way of life.  She had a NEW way of life and it just seemed the thing to do.)
	Her “new” brothers and sisters accepted her, some more than others.  Horn dogs Ted, Kevin, and Will couldn’t wait to express their brotherly love; August, though, was first.  Nothing much, really—a little light fingering; but she had been well broken in already.  August made it plain, any horn dog activity towards the newest member would happen solely inside the cabin—so that if Robin should start freaking or have some sort of repressed memory suddenly flourish or something like August would be there to nip it.
	When Spring began to come, the snows melting away into to fill the creeks and lakes, wildflowers blooming, bees buzzing, and winter a fleeting memory, Sasha Minotaur awoke.
	To be groggy was one thing, to be a hulking minotaur awakening from a long slumber in the midst of humans was something else—strange humans at that.
	Then he saw Robin.  With Robin there was a memory of Sasha, she didn’t know why but felt a strong kismet with the gray-blue skinned creature and he knew her as something special, too.  Sasha then saw the kittens, Pepper and Cinnamon.  To say that he was confused would be an understandment.

	Explaining the situation would take awhile.  And how was it that all spoke the same language, comprehended and understood you might ask?  Well, the Common Tongue was universal and we’ll leave it at that.
	Sasha recovered well, had a hearty appetite.  Robin stuck close by him, even sleeping with him—not the sexual sleeping reference.  The other girls were not jealous, only curious about the massive extended organ between his legs.  But curiosity was one thing, actually going for it was something else.  None of the girls could hardly consider taking Sasha on, maybe orally but that was just a maybe.
	August felt that the cabin was growing, it was comfy-cozy as it was and that was fine, but expansion would be better for all.  So, in between gathering berries, walks along the creeks, continuing to collect fare from the traps, assessing various food supplies, fixing a water well, a new cabin was in the beginning stages.
	As to the “gizmo” of Sasha Minotaur?  It was a device of Catkin origin, allowing the Possessor to open a portal into an adjacent parallel; the gizmo gave indications of “where” the best location for to open a portal was.  There, too, was something about the Gray Zones.  
	August was familiar with those, he had catkin devices, too, and he had been in Gray Zones, those places that were—gray—and lifeless.  There were “places”, landscapes, some even had buildings that were of the human-kind or catkin but all void of life.  There was an indication, though, of when the Gray Zone would somehow transfer to such a time of when Life-Living Beings would suddenly appear.
	Each time, however, the indicator came to “00” but no life forms of any sort ever appeared.  The Indicator went from the Red Zone to the Green Zone with a new timer.
	Sasha believed that there was something the matter at Central Command.
	“Central Command?” August asked.
	“Aye, it is a location somewhere that I have not been able to locate, only a Catkin would know for sure, I tink.” Sasha had the appearance of a bull-like creature, as described in many mythical passages of print; but also had a Russian dialect.  It was useless to ask Pepper or Cinnamon, they were mere kittens and had little knowledge of their kindred as it was.  And August’s mate, Kimber, never gave any indication of a secret catkin command center.

	There were, however, catkin stuff in the cellar.
	Lots of catkin stuff; food, clothes, stuff for everyday living and surviving.  August had catkin gear that allowed him passage thru the various parallels he had traveled.  None of those, though, gave any indications of a secret catkin command structure, either.  
	Although August had work to do, planning the construct of a new cabin, checking trap lines, checking security status, the cave, hunting & fishing and this and that, the kids dragged him on Nature Walks.  He didn’t mind, not really.  There were a few things of note: Annie got a bee stung on her butt while she was peeing; Will stepped into a soft spot in the landscape and sprained his ankle (bad).  A new creature NO ONE had ever seen came upon the land—it resembled a wooly mammoth—except that it didn’t have wooly fur or towered as tall as its possible ancestors; it had a short trunk, stood barely six feet from cloven hooves to gray skinned back.  It was something of an elephant, but different.
	Its face, mostly, had a whimsical look upon it, it moved really-really slow, blinked its eyes even slower.  The kids found it as a pet and named it “Dabnis.”
	Shortly before evening type time there was a “disturbance” in the air, Sasha’s gizmo went off, a vibrating alarm.  On one of the LCD panels there was “activity.”
	“A portal has opened.” Sasha said.  
	August sent the kids (and Dabnis) back into the safety of the woods, then he and Sasha traipsed out across the wide meadow they were in to where the portal had been activated. 
	A new group of humans had just arrived—along with some blue-gray skinned minotaurs!  (bad guys!)

Stains
	Peeing in your pants was one thing, and she had done that a few times even after she was potty trained.  POOPING in your pants was something else entirely; but when one was going the other usually followed suit.  No matter how hard Anna Sue tried to pinch back the urges, going to the bathroom in the diaper she had to wear was too much to hold back.  
	She first started with trying just to pee.  And as soon as she relaxed whatever muscle that was that controlled her urge to pee or not pee, her other urge took over and she pooped.
	Anna Sue was deeply grossed out.

	Out in the bedroom the girl on the bed had been screwed by both the boy and the strange man.  When the man had “finished” he had slumped to the floor and fondled his manhood for some time.  The boy remained on the bed laying down on it.  Anna Sue couldn’t see rightly the girl but could see that she was still breathing.
	At length the strange man ambled up, his penis was not as stiff as it had been and was coated with blood.  He smacked the bare ass of the boy saying, “Come on.” The boy got off of the bed and followed the man into the master bathroom.  Moments later and Anna Sue heard the shower going.
	The girl on the bed remained still, still breathing, but still as in not moving.  Anna Sue felt ill as the “gushiness” she experienced in the diaper was very displeasing.  As she moved about to see a better view of the girl she bumped the closet door—and it opened!
	For a moment Anna Sue was frozen in fear.  The strange man had undone her cuff link to the floor’s eye-let, on the girl’s “good behavior”.  The connecting her to the floor was for just when the man was sleeping or away at work.  The closet door was still latched, though, mid way up.  Anna Sue stood up and stared at the latch.  Licking her lips she unhitched the latch and the left side of the door was free to open freely.
	She made one step out and the shower shut off.
	The gushiness in the diaper sickened her and she fretted about it and what the strange man would do to her if he caught her.  Tugging on her lip and hesitated, then saw shadows in the bathroom.  Anna Sue sighed, she looked to the bedroom door and struggled with herself.  She could make a definite bolt for the door, then find the front door or even a window…
	A shadow could be seen looming, growing as a warning of its impending entrance into the bedroom.  Anna Sue (wisely) ducked back into the closet, closing it quietly and shuffling back to where she had been.  The man and boy came back into the bedroom; she could hear them but didn’t know what they were doing.  Then she heard the bed squeaking.  The girl on the bed was “getting screwed” again.  
	She sighed and then while yawning saw the latch undone on the closet door.  ‘oh shit.’ she said to herself.

	With great effort in being slow and quiet Anna Sue reached up to the latch to secure it back to the other door that for some reason didn’t open or move.  The closet door that DID open—opened!  The strange (nude) man stood there with a raging boner.
	“What’s going on?” he asked (already knowing.)

	“I did it.” Anna Sue said to him.
	The strange man was caught off guard and pulled Anna Sue out of the closet.  She was taken into the bathroom and the soiled diaper removed, discarded.  Anna Sue was then taken into the shower and the strange man bathed her.  When done there was the drying off of which Anna Sue was put onto her hands and knees…

	“Do your friend again, a couple of minutes or so and then pull her legs back and do her up the butt, k?”
	Kyle gulped, his own asshole still smoldered from the incredible butt fucking he had gotten in the shower by the strange man; despite the man’s dick being lubed up with soap the butt fucking had been rough.  Then, while drying off—Kyle “received” again, this time, though, the man had applied some sort of cock grease to his cock and dabbed some onto Kyle’s rim before plunging in and reaming him for several minutes.
	Anna Sue could see the boy getting back onto the bed and following thru with the strange man’s commands.  The man sat back afterward to caress Anna Sue’s ass, in the shower he had poked her backdoor (after thoroughly cleaning it) but hadn’t made suitable penetration.  
	“Open your legs.” the man told her.
	Anna Sue felt horrible, it was hard to comply, hard to comprehend what was happening to her and why.  A hard smack to the inside of her right thigh caused her to jolt and twist her body.  Another equally hard smack landed on her dainty ass; her fingernails bit into the tiled floor and watched as on the bed the other girl’s legs being pushed back to her shoulders.  The girl never made any indications of distress or anything.  The boy positioned himself and began pumping.  He gave a slight wayward glance to Anna Sue; a whimsical look came to his face, he shrugged then looked away to concentrate on what he was doing.
	Meanwhile, the man’s regreased cock began making suitable anal entry into her body and all Anna Sue could do was endure.

	His balls slapped, his lengthy prong slammed repetitively in and out in quick succession.  There was some discomfort, blood, and a bit of fecal matter coating—to do a good anal fuck it’s usually customary to wash out the ole asshole, to flush out and apply a generous lubrication of anal grease.

	Anna Sue went thru many body convulsions; twisting her body, receiving smacks to her ass, experiencing incredible amounts of discomfort from her asshole.  The one fucking her asshole wasn’t a brute about it; he was determined but not brutal.  He fucked until he got his nuts off then stopped.
	Both returned to the shower for a clean-up.  Anna Sue had no strength and the one who had drained her strength was same.  He washed his own cock as Anna Sue lay curled up in a corner of the shower whimpering fingering her well fucked hole.
	The man picked her up and held her firmly against him while he took the task (again) of cleansing her rectum.  A few smacks there were as Anna Sue continued twisting and enduring incredible degrees of distress.  Afterwards they left the shower, dried off again, and entered the bedroom.
	The girl, Kara, was still on the bed, but the boy was gone.

Look who’s cumming to dinner…
	Handy with his hands and body, Shaun Gallowy, who was the head of the family.  His lovely demure wife, Olivia (Libby) was handy with keeping tabs on her rather large brood.  And the Brood consisted of not one, not two, not three or even four—but SEVEN children!
	Jonathon was the eldest (oldest) at eighteen.  Mary Ellen followed at seventeen.  Then there was Mason at sixteen, Erin at fifteen.  Olivia managed to keep her legs closed for a couple of season as James Robert came along at twelve years with the youngest (and last) little Elizabeth at eleven.
	There, too, were three more, family friends; Ike and Corabeth Dodson.  Corabeth was the cousin of Olivia.  Eleven year old Aimee was the only child of Ike and Cora’s, and SHE was adopted!  (apparently, Corabeth was unable to have children…)
	As stated, Shaun Gallowy was good with his hands, and with four stout boys they were quick to set up a new home in their new environment.  Olivia and her girls quickly acclimated, too, and together with August’s brood gathering daily foodstuffs was an easy chore.  A new garden was constructed by the end of the first week of their arrival.

	Corabeth was one who was—refined, spoke French and Latin, was into ballet, fine things, and just a little naughty on the side.  But aren’t we all?  Corabeth wasn’t one who enjoyed getting her hands dirty, so she tended to those domestic things—sewing, keeping household things tidy and in order.  Ike, her husband, did some hunting but mostly took it easy as he was just recovering from a heart attack.
	Ike and August took to one another—that is not to say that August didn’t get along with the other newbies, he did, but they had their business to attend to and August just kept tabs on the one who needed to have tabs kept on.  See?
	The comprehension level of understanding about Parallel Universes, minotaurs, and catkin creatures was a toughie, but plausible—especially when faced with a minotaur named Sasha and a pair of kittens, Pepper and Cinnamon!  Elizabeth, Aimee, and the kittens were into serious play—after some light chores.  They well enough knew the dangers of traipsing too far out of sight, August provided for them small devices to be worn like a wrist watch to alert them of going too far from the cabin(s) and if danger should get in their face they could alert someone in the know.
	By mid-Spring there were two extra cabins in the works, one was an extension from the main cabin (August’s) and the other was the two story home of the Gallowys and Dodson’s.  There was a story to be sure about the newcomers—and here it is…

“Banging the Sheep”
	The Gallowys had a nice home set way back from the rest of the world, a few miles anyways.  They had power, a water well, propane, and telephone.  There was a television and a few radios, but those things were way down the list of entertainment; with so many chores and outside things to do wasting time in front of a television or such was way down the list of things to do.
	There were others in the semi-remote area on the outskirts of a mid-sized flatland city; so many families that there was indeed a “community” formation—there was a post office, school, church, grange hall, and a service station/garage.  There were many activities to keep everyone doing something sometime somewhere somehow.  And speaking of that church…
	On her way to the general store to doing some fetching for her mother, Erin had spied a flyer on a tree.  Saturday Night Dance!  Grange Hall  Saturday Night  Doors Open 6PM  Refreshments  Music provided by Mason Gallowy and his Midnight Fiddlers  Come one  Come All   Saturday Night!

	Erin had just turned fifteen and finally allowed to dance with a boy outside of her own house.  There were several striking boys in the community, some were even within walking distance!  Some were even cute and had manners!  Erin was an average kind of gal, nothing too striking about her; she had ravishing red hair, a few freckles, a sharp dainty nose, and an All Seriousness Attitude about her—but she wasn’t a prude or so serious that she wasn’t a fun person to be with.
	A dance.  And knowing that her brother was involved, she’d get at least ONE free ticket.  In her mind she went over who was most likely to show up and settled on at least one boy she hoped would show and with his showing she hoped to impress him with her dancing skills.
	Most of Erin’s dancing, though was “family” orientated—four brothers and her dad didn’t exactly fine tune her for a romantic interlude with a potential life mate—or at least a few hours of a good time come Saturday night!
	As it happened, she happened to know that the Rev. Fordwick was a dancer.  He was the community’s reverend (and a good one) and he liked to dance.  He was young, too, just 25 years; he had some charm, wit, and could preach a good sermon like any old experienced preacher before him.
	Occasionally Erin would slip up to see the Reverend, he was actually knew to the area and she took it upon herself to bring him some goodies—er, that would be fresh baked apple pie, walnuts, curtains, tablecloth, and the like.  Usually a radio was on, he had one of those old tymey 1930s radios that had a record player in it and was a nice piece of furniture, too.  
	Every so often Erin saw the new Reverend dancing, usually alone.  Usually.  Occasionally there was someone else there sharing the dance; Ms. Rose Gunter was sometimes there, she was the community’s teacher and only a few years older than he.
	Bonnie Chammers was there sometimes, too—she was a slut and everyone knew it; but maybe not the new Rev.  Bonnie was sixteen, almost sixteen, and she flaunted herself to practically every boy in the entire area of Meadowlark Meadows—Erin was sure that she had nailed each of her brothers, including twelve year old James Robert!
	Erin, too, had to wonder if Bonnie-the-slut-Chammers had gotten some from the new Reverend?  He WAS a man, men had needs, men could be tempted regardless of their professional status.  Erin felt the gushy feeling she detested sweep over her; but she stepped up onto the porch of the parsonage and tapped on the door.

	Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians were filling the air with “Your Driving Me Crazy”, the scent of apple pie filled the air, the over use of some cleaning product was present, as well.  Reverend Fordwick opened the door and was very pleased to see young tender Erin Gallowy.  
	They were about the same height, but he was ten years older and in a prime profession.  His greeting was sincere, “Erin, how nice to see you!” he had an incredible smile and was very well liked by nearly all in the community.  There were those, of course, who had issues with such a young person leading the community in such a delicate matter as assuring their souls against Satan and his Army of Deceit and Deviltry.
	But those numbers against were old foggies and had no bearing on swaying the other members of the community and the community church.  Rev. Forwick was well liked and appreciated.  Erin was one such who liked him and appreciated him.
	She explained how silly she felt but confessed that she understood he was something of a dancer.  
	The Reverend blushed and Erin felt greatly embarrassed herself for bringing it up.  She then went on to explain about the upcoming dance and that she wanted to know more about dancing that was more than just country style.
	Despite being “young”, Matt Fordwick was wise beyond his years.
	A new record was put on, a slow song to start them out with.  Erin explained, “watch your feet” and the two began to dance.  They didn’t dance close, not at first.  Whether it was “kismet” or something else, the two stared with encroaching wanderlust.  Heavy on the lust…
	Soon the two dancers were embracing and their stolid passions clamoring to be heard.  As Erin pressed her body to Matt’s she felt the same thing she felt when dancing so with her brothers—his cock.  There, too, was excessive sweating, nervousness, and increased heart palpitations.
	Soon the two’s embrace increased—there was an attempt—albeit a feeble one—to break the embrace but it was quickly overruled by passion and soon the two were locked in lips.
	While Erin’s hands moved listlessly up and down and all around Matt’s backside, Matt’s hands moved in beginning small circles to larger ones all over Erin’s back.
	The parsonage was one of which the community church members supported, it was small and nothing extraordinary—it was plain but useful.  And knowing how people liked to gossip and spread rumors due and undue the two “dancers” surreptitiously had maneuvered themselves into the hall where it was less likely any chancing by passerby could see them.

	Which was good ‘cause two old biddies of the community’s prime gossip circle just happened by.  It was early evening and the two ladies didn’t stop in to say hi or anything, they assumed that the good reverend was deep in personal prayer.
	Well, that’s what you get for assuming.
	He was deep into something alright…

	For twenty-five she would have thought his “reverend” would have been a little bigger—longer, something.  She had a brother who was eighteen who had a longer dick than Matt!  But she worked her hands lovingly to the stiff thang, pulling the skin taut to the base.  Then, as she cupped his nuggets she devoured his cock (expertly) and sent the Rev to Heaven.

	On the Rev’s bed Rev. Matt went from Heaven to Nirvana as young teenage (horny) Erin Gallowy nestled her cunny down onto his prong, her legs expertly straddling his body; his hands on her ass with his mind in total uproar.  Though his dick wasn’t a long one, it did well enough to thrill Erin and the two quickly became entwined in one another’s arms and legs.
	They fucked madly for several minutes, reversing positions and humping continuously until it was way late and Erin was way in trouble.  The two did a quick shower/rinse off and then the good Rev. walked Erin home to explain to her parents she had been helping him at his house; fixing a meal, discussing matters of church duties, and the like.
	When Erin was pressed later about “what sort of duties” Erin had to explain that she was going to dedicate her life to the church, participate more and so on.  Though her Daddy, Shaun, wasn’t a church goer he was a Believer in the All Mighty, God-fearing, and ran a strict household.  Erin’s mother was the church goer and insisted that her children attend regularly and do the churchy things associated with churching.
	Erin’s mother was pleased.  Erin herself was a little less than that as she had now been swept into something that she really did care for.  But, she HAD had sex with the reverend, down and dirty sex.  She was sure that she could get him to do anything for her.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	(in chapter 8)