August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Thirty Five
“Life isn't about how to survive the Storm,
but how to dance in the rain”

-Revenges-

The Collector
	If she moved her head it felt as if though she would hurl.  A constant whine filled her head stemming from her ears.  In the background could be heard “Divertimento in D major.”  The more she concentrated on the Mozart piece the more “peace” she felt.
	Her next step was trying to remember what was going on.
	That was an act of futility.  She could remember nothing.
	There was an equal fog about her vision as well as her mind; she could barely see anything “forward” and less that peripherally speaking.  She wanted to speak but that, too—futile.  Small sounds, though, she began to hear—she wasn’t alone!
	Nancy Skace knew that she had to calm herself.  She was in some sort of situation she had never been in before—or something like that.  The details surrounding her predicament were greatly obliterated.  She barely knew her name!
	Nancy Skace; a syndicated talk show host, a political commentator, a big mouth, a nosey big mouth, and a lawyer.  She was a strong advocate for Women’s Rights and the Defender of Children.  Although married, she hated men—men especially suspected of molesting children.  With her help, over the past two decades she had helped put away two dozen men from teenage years to senior.  She was very proud of that accomplishment and almost every night on after-midnight-talk shows she flaunted her accomplishments.
	A sickness filled not only her mind but her stomach—and then everywhere else.  Where was she?  What was going on?  It was hot and almost too difficult to breathe.  
	Then she discovered that her hands were bound!
	So were her feet!
	Then something more startling was discovered—she was naked!

	It was a nightmare—a truly infused nightmare.  Her breath was taken away as she struggled more and more to get a grip on what was happening.  But no matter how hard she struggled she couldn’t make sense of it.  For the most part the “HOW” was foremost in her thoughts followed by the WHY and then WHO.
	Slowly—very slowly, Nancy began to bring into her mind images—images of those with her.  The images were still fuzzy and difficult to make out; and there was a voice, too.  A deep guttural voice that seemed both far away, speaking deeply and like on a cassette tape in ultra slow mode, and also right close at hand.
	 Slowly—very slowly the surroundings surrounding Nancy began to fill in—but the exactness was hindered by low light levels.  Or maybe something amiss with the inner workings of her mind?  Moving her head still gave her the feeling of sea sickness; there was only to remain still and stare directly ahead.  And directly ahead was a girl.
	Behind her was a wall, it seemed lifeless—er, without detail.  Wood paneling?  Was there someone next to the girl?  What was that that was just said by the near garbled deep voice—‘take off your clothes?’
	Nancy’s heart began to pound, the wave of sickness consuming her making her tense and clench.  Somehow she managed to keep from throwing up but the vile bile was in her nostrils anyways.  It was a struggle to maintain comprehension; she closed her eyes squeezing them tightly hoping that when she opened them again all would be clear.
	Not so.
	A girl no more than twelve or so stood up.  Light brown hair, clear clean skin, hair long down to mid torso with one single pony braid.  A sweet looking girl, bright face, eye color unknown due to the limited light conditions.  She wore a long sleeved cowgirl shirt, blue and white diamond shaped pattern and faded blue-blue jeans.  No shoes.
	The girl stood and undone her shirt.  Then removed it without much of a hesitation.  Nancy stared and stared at the girl—the girl didn’t look at Nancy and seemed not to be under any stress.  The “voice” from the darkness spoke again “bra, too.”
	Nancy struggled with all her might to look elsewhere other than straight ahead—but that was again an act of futility as any movement other than “straight ahead” resulted only in massive swells of sickness.
	The girl stood with no facial expression undoing her faded blue jeans.
	“take ‘em down.” said the Voice.

	It seemed like the girl did pause but Nancy wasn’t sure; the girl unhitched her jeans and pushed them down.  It was then there was something moving on the right side of Nancy’s peripheral view.  She still had to keep her head “forward” but her eyes could move without too much wavering sea sickness involved.
	There was a man.
	There was darkness and not much else; a paneled wall with no décor; no windows, no doors.  Beneath her was a thick carpet; in the lifeless air there was a curious smell, an odor indescribable; there was a hum in the air and at last a breath of moving air—air conditioning!
	The “man” appeared to be on his knees.  Nancy couldn’t tell if he was clothed or not nor could she determine if he was the only man present.  The girl who was topless and with her jeans down was pushing down her lavender panties.
	Nancy was disgusted and began formulating a possible hypothesis:  she, and the girl, had been kidnapped by some perv who possibly had one of those damnedable mind control devices.  It was entirely likely.
	The eleven year old Bonnie Warner stepped out of her clothes and went to her knees without hesitation as per the man’s command.  His voice was calm, direct, but with just a hint of “demanding.”  He was also naked.  Nancy’s stomach tightened—he was a grown man and waggling his erect penis in front of the naked young girl who obviously was under mind control.  The girl wasn’t crying, wasn’t protesting, shrieking, avoiding the man’s nakedness, nothing.  In fact, she reached out and took holt of the man’s penis and began stroking it!
	Nancy felt she was very close to hurling.
	Bonnie stroked the man’s penis, squeezed it, cupped his hairless testicle sac—then—THEN leaned down and KISSED the head of the man’s pud.
	“OH MY GOD!” Nancy managed to blurt.
	There was a chuckle from the man, he looked to her and scoffed,
	“It’s only the beginning.”
	And so it was.

	Nancy Skace (Skanky to the male hating population who hated her lawyer stinkin’ guts) shuddered to the core as she watched the young fifth grader engulf the man’s cock.
	“You sonofabitch!” she exclaimed.  That outburst got her the back of his hand that sent her sprawling backwards awkwardly.  The sting to her face was bad enough—the audacity emphasized the assault.

	‘I’m going to put you so fucking far away they’ll have to pipe sunshine to your sorry ass.’
	The man, however, merely smiled at her and ran his hands thru the girl’s hair as she continued to suck him.
	Nancy lay on the carpet realizing that she was not alone; there was the backside of another and when she struggled to sit up she thought she saw some others, too!
	What the fuck was going on?
	Who the fuck was that fucker!?
	Sitting up wasn’t easy, grasping what (the fuck) was going was even less easy.  The girl had stopped performing orally and had stood up—or was stood—commanded to stand up.  Something.  She was a pretty thing.  There did seem to be more light—coming from where Nancy couldn’t rightly tell.  A breath of air from the a/c felt good—and she saw where the vent was.  Other details, though, was still ambiguous and if she strained to try and make out said details—a window, door, whatever—then the wave of nausea returned ten-fold.  It was best concentrate solely on the horrible man and the little girl.
	The man had his vile hands on the girl’s hips, going up and down her sides, fondling her beginning breasts and then squeezing and rubbing his hands on her dainty butt.  The girl continued not to make a fuss about it and seemed more/less—zombie-like.  That only proved to Nancy that the girl was under the influence of an electronic device.  In her years of persecuting scum sucking bastard men who had such devices—it was clear that the Victims had a near lifeless mentality capable of only comprehending the modest of vocal commands and having no life of their own.
	The man turned the girl around, bent her over, and put his face right into the crack of her butt!  Nancy struggled to say something—but then knew that any outburst from her and she would be hit again.  She knew that she would have to bind her time—an opportunity would present itself.  In the meantime—she would merely wait and gather information necessary to put the scummy bastard perpetrating the illicit acts away forever and ever!
	The more the man performed his illicit misdeeds—the more Nancy seethed and cussed inside and out.  The man didn’t seem to pay any attention to her cursings—he seemed to feed on it!  
	After doing whatever with his face in the girl’s butt, the horrid bastard of a man put himself up against her—his vile hands went once more up and down her sides and it was obvious oh-so obvious that he was doing nextly as he began to bounce against the girl.  He was either sodomizing her or raping her.  Nancy Skace seethed hatred so much she once more couldn’t see!

	A horrendous whine invaded her psyche followed by pulsing white light; a vile distaste filled her mouth and nothing-nothing she could do would get rid of it.  Then,
	‘do as you are told—and you wont be hurt.’ A voice supposedly the horrid man humping the young girl.  ‘do as you are told and you will survive.’  Then,
	‘piss me off and, we’ll—consequences will prevail.’
	Nancy couldn’t respond—she was too pissed off.
	Then,
	“Take off you clothes.”
	Nancy blinked, shut her eyes as tight as possible, then opened them to see a young boy about the same age as the girl.  He had blond hair, a dark shirt with some sort of big truck on it with words saying something she couldn’t make out.  The shirt came off without one little bit of hesitation.  It was surmised that he, too, was under the control of the man and his contraption.
	Down came the boy’s pants and underwear.
	Nancy struggled to maintain herself, to breath, to keep from getting her face slapped.  But it was hard; as soon as the eleven year old boy was nude the horrid nude man was fondling the boy’s penis!
	Fondle-fondle-fondle!
	The boy, Rocky Koock, just stood there!  And after a couple of minutes of having his pud fondled—he got hard!  The man cupped the testes and then—THEN took the young member into his own mouth!
	There was nothing for Nancy to do but watch.

	There was nothing for Nancy to do but watch as the horrid-horrid man put the boy on his hands and knees; then, like done with Bonnie, the man put his face into Rocky’s butt crack and “had himself a time!”  Thereafter he put himself up against the boy and sodomized him.
	Nancy continued to feel ill watching and hearing the man’s testicles slapping in rhythm to his foul deed.  It only incensed her more and more.  The horrid man pulled out of the boy and slapped his cock against the boy’s butt!  Then went back into him; reached around and toyed with his penis stepping up his penetration efforts.
	After what seemed an eternity the putrid man pulled out, slapped his hellish cock against the boy’s ass—then turned the boy so as Nancy could see the freshly violated asshole drenched in sperm.
	“Be nice, now,” said the man calmly, “and I wont make you lick it!”

	There was no stopping it—a gush of bile blasted up Nancy’s throat causing her to vomit and retch.  The man held an airline barf bag under her and she hurled into it.  Afterwards, an ice cold can of soda was offered; with her hands still bound she had to rely on the man to supply her.  She almost said “thank you” but managed to curb herself realizing that the offering was from a naked stranger.
	From a naked HORRID stranger who stood waggling his hellish prong before the very pissed off and sickened Nancy.  
	“It’s gonna get a lot worse,” smiled/snickered the man, “before it even BEGINS to get better!”
	Rocky was brought up to face Nancy, then another boy who was already naked.  There was another boy just out of Nancy’s ability to see him.  The “other” boy was dark skinned, African-American. 
	“Suck them.”
	It felt as if someone had punched—and then KICKED her HARD in the stomach.  There was no way—no FUCKING way she was going to suck the boys’ cocks.  No way.
	Yes way.
	“Suck them, or suck me!” smiled the horrid man.
	The man had just fucked the girl and then sodomized the boy—his cock was as horrid as he himself was.
	‘suck their cocks,’ said a Voice in her head this time, ‘or I’ll their balls off!’ and a ghastly unpleasant image of the two boys screaming holding their hands to their boy parts with blood spurting thru their fingers as their testicle sac lay lifeless on the floor.
	Nancy felt more ill than ever.  Rocky Koock (yeah, pronounced “cock”) stood before her—he seemed mindless so maybe he didn’t know what was going on.  His penis hung to one side and was only partly engorged.  But he was no more than twelve years old!  If he had been a little older, fourteen, fifteen, eighteen—then performing orally on him would have been taken a little better.  But twelve!?
	“I-I cant!” almost screamed Nancy.
	“That’s too bad,” the man said, “then OFF they come!”
	“NOOOOOOO-ooooooo!”

	Darkness.  A hum.  A bit of a breeze.  An unknown odor.  A feeling of being sea sick.  These things were known--in a quasi sort of way.  There seemed to be someone talking to her but it couldn’t be made out.  Then there was her son, Calvin.  He was smiling, he was so handsome.  There was her husband—equally handsome.

	Then it was back to the darkness.
	‘There is only compliance—all else is futile.’
	Something was wrong.  Who was that voice.
	“Do as you’re told,” said the voice, “and you wont be harmed.”
	Nancy felt sick, sea sick.  She felt dizzy and very warm despite a brush of cool air crossing her face.  “Do as you are told,” the voice repeated, “and you’ll probably live thru this.”
	Slowly—very-very slowly, the “darkness” faded to give way to a dim lit room.  She felt tired—very tired; there was a stinging sensation in her shoulders, a tingling sensation everywhere elese.
	“Where am I?” she asked, “What’s going on?”
	“Good question,” said the Voice, “I’ll explain.”
	Nancy saw a man not her husband—and he was naked.  There was a boy beside him—no, two boys on either side of them—young boys who were also naked!  The room they were all in was not illuminated enough to provide any further details.
	“You’ve been kidnapped,” the man said squatting down, “by me.”
	“Who are you?”
	“My name is Moone, August Moone.”

	What a revelation!
	Nancy, though, didn’t care.  She had a name—and when this little episode was over she was going to have his balls nailed to a courtroom wall!  Strangely, though—and what bothered her was the calmness of the man.  He had dark hair—
	And eyes!
	Those eyes were not human!
	They were a mysterious yellow-green almost like some amphibian.  Not quite shaped like a human’s eyes and the more she stared—the more calm SHE became.
	“All there is,” said the man, “is compliance.”  
	In no way did Nancy want to “comply” with the man’s disgusting wishes; but then, too—in no way did she want to go thru whatever it was that she had just gone thru.
	“Do you understand?”
	Nancy’s first response was to be vulgar and as vile as the man calling himself August.  “Fuck you!”  “Go to hell!”  “Kiss my ass!” and so on.  Somehow she managed to curb herself and nod “Yes.”
	“Excellent!” said August.  “Then we can continue.”

	It was not as bad as she thought it would be; but still—it was revolting.  But was it because she had never sucked a cock before or because the cock she was sucking was of a twelve year old boy?  Or because she was being forced to?
	She tried to keep from retching—and for the most part she managed to succeed.  The thought of retribution, persecution, prosecution filled her even more so.  Putting the sonofabitch August Moone away wouldn’t be enough satisfaction—he had to pay.
	The boy she suckled, Rocky Koock, got hard.  He stared down at her and there was a slight hint of a smile on his face.  Was the boy in cahoots with August?  He’d better not be, military school would straighten his smiling ass out right fast!
	She sucked and sucked and sucked—
	“Ever give head before?” August asked.
	‘Fuck you to hell!’ in her mind, then; “No.” she mumbled.
	“It’s not so bad, is it?”
	Nancy seethed and found herself sucking harder on Rocky’s cock causing the boy to reel—and cum!  A huge blast of pent up spunk squirted furiously from Rocky’s piss hole coating the back of Nancy’s throat.  Jet after jet of cum jutted from the boy’s pud—and Nancy was unable to pull back until the final squirt.
	Rocky was a mess—all sweaty and his cock having a hellacious blast.
	“And it feels even better in pussy!” whispered August.
	“You sonofabitch!” seethed Nancy.
	She never saw the slap…

*

	It was a dull ache throbbing at the back of her head; another on the side of her face.  She wasn’t as sea sick as she had been but the effects of such was still with her.  She had to take a moment to gather herself.  A constant whine pierced her mind bringing her to a near constant state of confusion.
	The confusion was slowly swept away—replaced by something new and even more confusing.  ‘What the fu--”
	Nancy Skace was being made love to—but not by her husband.
	Blinking her eyes, squeezing them tight, her breath was taken away—far away, by discovering that a young boy was on top of her!  Her hands were bound tightly behind her with her feet were stretched out and bound in place that way.

	“OH MY GOD!” she shouted out.
	The boy had his arms locked and was humping her as best he could for a first timer.  It wasn’t Rocky Kock but the other boy, the African-American.  He was a year younger than Rocky, too.  Nancy wrestled herself underneath the child but it was useless.  Still, though, she tried.
	“Settle down.” said calmly August who was right beside.
	Nancy couldn’t.  She refused to be broken.  Dwayne Beeter continued to hump, August caressed his butt, spanked it, and was right up close to the pair.  Nancy seethed; if she could get a hold of the man’s cock she’d rip it off and beat him with it!
	The black boy did his best and gave his all—and minutes later he had completed his task shooting a gracious amount of young boy cum totally drenching the interior of Nancy’s cunt.  The boy was all grins and upon pulling out shot another gracious load coating the exterior of Nancy’s cunt.
	Something was said—she missed it but the boy who had just had sex with her and spilled his seed in and out of her—scooted up her body to plant himself on her breasts.
	“Suck him.” said the horrid man.  “Suck him clean.”
	Again, it felt as if someone had kicked her in the stomach.  She was already ill from the effects of the EMAD device to her mind.  She did think that the more she fought off the mind controlling gadget the more she would have the upper hand.
	Well, sorta…
	There was no way—no fucking way that she was going to willingly suck Dwayne’s cum soaked cock.  No way.  Tightly did she purse her lips and sling her head.
	“Why must you make this difficult?” asked coolly August.
	“Go fuck yourself!” yelled Nancy.
	August sighed then took Nancy’s ankles (after unsecuring them) then held them tightly together and raised them upward and back a little.  Then a reign of hard-hard smacks to her bare-bare ass came sending Nancy Skace into a frenzy.
	The spanking only ceased when August’s hand wore out.  The man leaned down to Nancy, “Now listen here, missy,” he seethed, “you do as you are fucking told and it will get worse—a lot worse!”
	“Go fuck yourself!” Nancy repeated.
	August shook his head sadly, sighed, then pulled out from the darkness of Nancy’s peripheral view another boy—a boy she knew personally:  her twelve year old son, Calvin.

	Her very breath was taken away.  The boy was nude and he wasn’t frightened, freaking out, or even bound.  He seldom blinked and looked as if though he were frozen.  And he was—his mind anyways.
	“I will do very bad things to him if you don’t settle down and do as you are told.”
	“Don’t you fucking touch him!” screamed Nancy.
	August sighed, she just didn’t get it.  That was unfortunate.
	Calvin was turned about and placed on his hands and knees.  The dim light was taken up a notch to fully reveal her naked son; his legs were spread and the horrid-horrid man caressed the boy’s ass, fondled the boy’s dangling testicles, then masturbated him.  Nancy was livid.  So livid she couldn’t speak but sputter and begin to gag on her frothing spit.
	“You’re making this much more difficult than it needs to be.” August said flatly and still amazingly calmly.  “But it’s your choice.” and he landed a hard smack to Calvin’s ass.	
	That was followed by another smack—then another.
	Nancy screamed repeatedly “NOOOOOO!” but the horrid man continued his smacking until the boy’s ass was very-very red.
	“Compliance is necessary,” said the man whose voice had risen some, “and a requirement.”  The man’s whole demeanor had changed.  Nancy refused to be broken but, for the sake of her son…

	How many more were in the room was difficult to determine; when she tried to count she got a headache.  She counted three girls at least but was sure that there were more and four boys but by then waves of sickness began to wash over her.
	After “servicing” Dwayne, Nancy also took on Rocky—this after the boy took his turn humping her vagina.  All of her hatred, anger, and vile disgust of the perpetrator she kept deep down inside her.  She would have him—somehow—someway—she would have his balls!

	There, too, was Nick Koffman.  He was a sweet looking boy of merely nine.  Sandy brown hair, a sweet-sweet boyish face, and naked.  As he stood near Nancy, the naked August Moone behind him fondled the boy’s wares.  Another girl, Cynthia, laid out on the floor.  She was already naked, too.  A horrible drone was in Nancy’s ears—yea her mind.  She could hardly think straight let alone decipher what the hell was going on about her.  Did the man say something?  She wasn’t sure but the girl laying down began fingering herself—this caused young Nick to get a “stiffy.”

	Inasmuch as Nancy was appalled at having to suck on Rocky and Dwayne, she was equally horrified in having to take on young Nick.  But she did.  Then, THEN—she took the young boy between her legs all the while the horrid-horrid man sat on his knees right next to them masturbating and caressing the boy’s humping ass.
	Being merely nine years young, though—the boy wasn’t a cummer.
	Nancy still had to suck his cock after the hump, though.
	Afterwards there was a pause; it gave Nancy time enough to see that there were far more people than she thought.  Three girls, no—three more girls; they were clothed and off to one side.  The only boys were the ones aforementioned.  Then her son, Calvin.
	Her son, Calvin.  Nancy’s mind began to frazzle at the thought of her son—and what they had just done.  She had fondle his balls (with her mouth) then sucked his cock—then—THEN laid down and took him on.  The horrid bastard August Moone rubbed the boy’s ass, spanked him, and egged him on in the art of screwing his own Mother!  Followed by “titty-fucking” followed by once more fucking her mouth.
	Nancy was pissed.
	There was more to be pissed about as time went on.
	For instance—

	How much time passed from when her son had been on her chest with his penis between her breast followed by his penis in her mouth she didn’t rightly know, the next thing to happen was another girl who had been sitting clothed at a wall stood up.  She had on short red shorts and a light sleeveless green top.  A pretty girl; about twelve or so, small face, serious look (but that was the zombie affect brought on by the effects of the EMAD) and far too obedient.  But she had no choice.  Nancy didn’t fully understand the complexities of those damnedable mind altering gadgets but she understand that once a Victim was overtaken by one—they were at the sick mercy of the User.
	Paige stood and had long legs, tan, and small breasts.  Lovely hair in twin braids; there was a strange look about her—she was so calm!  
	“Take off your top.” August said.  He was right close, naked, with one hand pleasing himself and the other operating the Device.  Nancy did note that three girls huddled together, clothed, seemed different than the others.  It then was realized that those girls were NOT affected by the minding device.  They were genuinely afraid, frightened, and huddled together tightly with a young boy among them.
	The girls were sisters and the boy their brother.

	Paige removed her top with no hesitation.
	“Bra, too.”
	No hesitation and off came the small trainer revealing a pair of very small AAAs.  She was average for twelve years old other than that.  the shorts came down nextly as per instruction from August.  Then she turned around and bent over slightly—tugging down her orange tinted panties revealing her nice young pre-teen ass.
	“DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!” Nancy said gritting her teeth.
	August paid her no mind—didn’t even look to her.  He reached out and TOUCHED Paige Baneworth’s twelve year old ass, caressed it, squeezed the cheeks, and drew a finger up and down her crack finally plunging a digit into her hole.
	Nancy felt convulsions she couldn’t hold at bay.  Her son sat off to one side, on his knees, masturbating.  She had caught him in his room jerking off and got onto him about it—in fact, she had yanked him around and swatted his bare ass until he was cringing on the floor.
	August stepped up to the girl pressing his vile body against her.  His hands went up and down her sides, reached underneath her to go all over her there—then he was pumping!  Nancy was at her limit—she couldn’t speak and barely think!  The man was vile—horrid—disgusting.  She wanted to hurl but was locked onto the man and his humping.
	Paige remained calm thru the whole ordeal.  Dwayne came to stand before her—inserting his cock into her mouth.  The young girl laying on the floor with her legs open fingering herself was Cynthia Calpatti.  She was flat chest, hairless, and no more than ten years!  She was right close to the humping August; he reached down to finger the child—smiling all the while.
	Dwayne pulled away, stroking his penis and it did look like he had cum.  Rocky came up nextly placing his pud into the girl’s mouth—August still behind her fucking her away with his balls slapping all the while.  The young boy, Nick Koffman, nine, came at August’s beckoning and got on top of Cynthia.  Nancy could only shake her head—an uncomfortable warming sensation knurled up in her stomach.  As much as she tried to block out the horrid scene she couldn’t.
	The man finally did, though, pull away from Paige.  He slapped the girl’s butt and then again before giving new instructions.  Rocky positioned himself underneath the girl and the girl settled down on him—onto his erect penis.  Nancy could see that there was gobs of sperm on the girl’s anus.  She didn’t know what was more vile, the violation of the girl’s vagina or her anus.

	Freely, so it seemed, and did Rocky clamp his hands onto Paige’s ass.  The girl did most of the “pumping” action but the boy did his share, too.  August caressed the girl’s ass and occasionally smacked her ass.  The three girls, with their brother, who were apparently mindlessly zapped by any Device, were weeping.
	At length the horrid-horrid man showed how little to no morals he had—he leaned down and applied his tongue to Cynthia’s cunt.  Opening her legs wide he purposely showed Nancy his tongue delving into the girl’s pussy.  It sickened Nancy, of course, and she buried her face to the carpet closing her eyes tight.
	The “hiding” didn’t help; the sound of slapping testicles continued to ring in her ears.  Gruntings and other assorted noises associated with sex and intercourse filled her to the point of agitation.
	“QUIT IT!” she yelled.  Her sudden outburst frightened only the four siblings huddled together.
	August sat back and stared at Nancy.  He sighed at length and seemed to be thinking or mulling something over.
	“You’re a hard case.” he said eventually.
	Nancy was too pissed to respond.
	“Time for something new.”  The man said.  Nancy didn’t know what he meant but was sure she wasn’t going to like it.  And you know what?  She was right.

	A hard smack came to her ass as hard as was possible.  It very nearly sent Nancy Skace out of her skin.  Another followed and then a smack to her thighs.  August Moone had spanked her and then squeezed hard her ass leaning down to her ear saying—
	“If’in you don’t settle the fuck down—your son will suffer!”
	“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM YOU SICK FUCKING BASTARD!” to wit August lost his usual calm patience and after slamming her head to the carpet put Nancy’s son, Calvin firstly on his knees, face down.  The boy, like the Tobile siblings, was not affected by the EMAD.  His eyes bulged as the man behind him sodomized him roughly.  Nancy tightened up and pure hatred teemed thru her body.
	‘I will boil your ass in oil!’ she thought hard to herself.
	Calvin’s face grinded against the carpet fibers wincing at each pump to his pre-teen ass.  The horrid man “reached around” grabbing Calvin’s cock masturbating it while Calvin himself kept his ass spread.  The young girl, Cynthia, was called over and went underneath Calvin to suck on his cock.
	After that—
	Dwayne stepped up to Nancy’s ass.  The black boy firstly slapped his small mamba to the woman’s ass, dragged the head up and down the crack and with Paige guiding him—entered the hole.  She held his balls with her hand between his legs all the while he fucked Nancy’s ass.  Dwayne held the woman’s hips and “got after it.”
	Three minutes later and the boy gave a mighty indication that he was cumming.  He made a very loud announcement of blowing his load and power fucked until he was done and then some.  He fell away squeezing his cum squirter speaking in tongues still squirting.
	A gob of black mamba spunk coated Nancy’s rim; the hole slowly snapped shut squeezing out even more.  She was spanked again but not as hard.  Nancy couldn’t see what all the man did as she turned her face away trying to blot out the horror.
	The “horror” continued with Rocky taking his turn followed by Nick and then finally her son, Calvin.  Calvin took the longest time to get off; Cynthia held his penis guiding him in with Bonnie holding his balls.
	Then it was August Moone’s turn…

*

experiences of the frightening kind
	Alyssa Tobile stood up nervously and continued to be nervous all the while she went thru the motions of undress.  She completely obeyed all that was told to her without much hesitation—she (and her siblings) had up close and way too personal view of what happened when you DIDN’T follow thru with the naked man’s commands.
	Once down to just her panties, the nervously-trembling thirteen year old paused (as per command) and stood up straight.  Raven dark hair, silky and shiny; slenderly built with a nice pleasing-to-the-eye chest and equally pleasing face.  She was a calm girl, but flirtatious (with other boys), outgoing, borderline tomboy, pretty good in the grades department, very nice looking with a sweet voice.  
	Light red panties with the words “I’M HOT” written on the front panel.  Who was this message for?  Why would a thirteen year old have such a garment on if she were only to wear such an item for herself?  Oh well, take it up with marketing.  She turned around, patted her butt, then slipped her fingers inside her undies and slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y inched the HOT undies down exposing her darling teenage butt.

	She couldn’t help but weep; she was terrified beyond belief.  Swept up in the vile sadistic sick perverted world of the one called August and the young girl had no choice but to be frightened and release her emotions.
	With her panties at her knees she brought her hands up to her butt and began making circles, clenching her cheeks, and spreading them apart—all for the lurid gaze of the one called August.
	Of course it was embarrassing and though Alyssa was herself a bit of a perv and had secrets in that realm—she certainly wasn’t into traversing the line of exposing herself in such a manner the man desired.  
	And speaking of “the man”, he moved up behind the trembling weeping girl and took over caressing her bareness himself.  Alyssa clenched her hands to her knees and knew what was about to cum.  And she was right.  First, though, was the vile man’s tongue—right to her asshole!
	There was no shaking the horrid man’s doing; Alyssa had to endure—she had seen what happened when one didn’t.  She tried to keep her crying down to a minimum but that was difficult—the situation was way-way out of control.  She admitted to being flirtatious and being a little affectionate with a boyfriend but she maintained herself as a virgin.
	“Do you finger yourself?” the demon horrid man had asked of her.
	Reluctantly under duress she answered truthfully that she did.
	Thankfully, the man didn’t pursue that line of invasive questioning—his wicked tongue was doing enough invading her asshole.  Alyssa had never heard of such a thing and didn’t know if it was the norm in the circle of advanced sex acts.  It made her more than uncomfortable.
	The man caressed her ass, spanked it (but not hard) then mounted her.  His manly manhood she could feel right up against her—it took her breath away.  Yes, she had seen Gary and Anna Lynn having sex; Mike and Cora Beth; Dana and Beverly Anne, too.  But they were all her age, thereabouts.  SHE was NAKED with a NAKED man and that NAKED man was up against her!  It was way different than watching others making out and self pleasuring herself—way different.
	Then the man called August was poking her asshole he had just licked with his cock.  Alyssa’s mind began to fog up.  It was insane!  She couldn’t believe it.  She had heard about couples having sex that way but to experience it herself was something else!
	“Just relax,” cooed the man gripping her ass hips, “just try and relax.”
	Alyssa was too far gone to “relax.”  Behind her was the horribly naughty man and one of the girls guiding his hellish demon cock into her asshole.  Then, THEN there was the boy, Nick, coming up to her, sitting down on his butt.  His little puddling was hard and she was told,

	“Suck it.”
	Alyssa felt ill.  She felt dispirited beyond all measure.  Putting her mouth to the boy’s penis she took him in—yes, she had sucked cock before; boyfriend number three, Alvin Federr.  He was a year older, star athlete and on their third date they were alone at the park’s central lake just after dark.  They had been making out and had begun humping each to each other with their clothes on.
	Somehow or other thru the heat of passion Alyssa found herself with her hand groping Alvin’s bulging pud.  Alvin’s hands were, of course, all over her—backside, ass, and breasts.  There was real chemistry there and after a moment of virtually masturbating Alvin he freed his beastily prick and there it was in her hand!
	Stroke-stroke-stroke
	She had seen “cocks” in her health book; scrawled on the bathroom wall; and a glimpse of her Daddy naked.  But they were nothing compared to Alvin Federr’s cock!  The boy humped her hand and then pressed himself against her belly.  Alyssa knew that she was seconds away from getting laid.
	She wasn’t ready.  No way—no how.  Getting knocked up like Pricilla Nai and Jasmine Harthwright just wouldn’t do—not at thirteen years young!  But Alvin was “in need”; he groaned and begged for her to “do something.”  Something more than a handjob.  Letting a boy in her ass was just wrong, though, it was gross and she didn’t think she herself would derive any pleasure from it.  She pooped from there!  How could a guy stuff his penis into a place where poo was?
	But of course, in the mouth was no better deal.
	But in the mouth was where Alvin Federr’s cock eventually went.
	“Did he CUM in your mouth?” August asked as he steadily rode her asshole with Paige Baneworth holding his cock and Cynthia Calpatti holding his balls thru his legs.
	Alyssa couldn’t remember—not right off.  It was a couple of months prior—and just the one time.
	“Is he still your boyfriend?”
	That was sour; with Alyssa cutting the boy no pleasure of getting into her pussy the boy dumped her for a bitch who would.  It kinda hurt and Alyssa wanted revenge.  She was secretly plotting something—but actually had nothing.
	August mused and mulled something over in his wicked-wicked oh-so wicked mind.  His cock swelled greatly in the girl’s giving asshole and he humped until blasting a nice hot wad of fresh man spunk.

	It wasn’t over for Alyssa; with her asshole freshly smoldering the girl came to have young Nick Koffman mount her.  The nine year old’s prick was small (enough) so as not to cause damage when penetrating Alyssa’s cunt.  All eyes were on the pair and as Nick made entry the horrid naked man smacked the boy’s ass and flogged his dog while doing so.
	Though just nine years young, Nick K knew the score of screwing; having did his next door neighbor, Angela Creswell, he was almost a pro.  Angela was an older girl, too; he was nine—she was twelve.  She was also naughty and that was ok with Nick.
	Rocky took his turn followed by Dwayne and Calvin—and then August himself.
	Dwayne had managed to cum but not Rocky.  Wiping her pussy with her own panties, August smiled to the girl and made some mental connection via the EMAD to calm her.  Once her cum laden cunt had been wiped of cum, the man lay beside her and began fingering.  Alyssa’s breasts were just right—a handful.  The nipples were stiff and she was calm—staring up to the paneled ceiling almost mindless.  August didn’t want them completely mindless—there was no fun in that but he did want them controlled.
	Calmly himself he partook of the girl’s elegant melons.  For thirteen, the girl had a nice offering and he took the whole mound into his mouth.  His fingering work set the girl on fire—already she was sexually sensed by being screwed by the four boys.  Her body went thru several levels of tingling, shudderings, shivers, and the just the whole gambit of sexual awe.
	Slowly did August move to mount the girl and place his manhood against her.  Alyssa parted her legs and was cumming at the anticipation of getting dicked by man size dick.  The boys had been could, Rocky and Calvin especially.  Her pretty eyes fluttered and as August slowly penetrated her deeply she raised up to meet him!
	August cupped her butt with one hand, caressed her face with the other and sank most of his manhood into her before pulling most of the way out—then pushing most of the way back inside.  Then repeat until the process got out of hand and the Neanderthal need to simply fuck took over.
	All eyes were on the pair with Nancy Skace near mindless herself as she couldn’t think straight.  She battled with her mind in what she was seeing; it was confusing and cause great inner turmoil.  What she saw was on the onset wrong—illicit, illegal, and immoral.  But then again…
	A few minutes later and it was over.

	August was exhausted and then some.  His cock expelled a gracious amount of man cum—most of which oozed back out of the teenager’s pussy soiling the carpet beneath her.  She lay in a heap in a swath of sweat heaving and reeling in the deed done unto her.  Her delicate pussy tingled and she had to finger it then slowly submit to the rigors of ultimate submission—she succumbed to sleep!
	There was no energy left in August, either.  He had righteously fucked the girl’s ass; he had molested all those in the room—save for three, and there was no energy left at all.  Managing to sigh he sat up and was going to do something with the EMAD—like put everyone to sleep but his own sleep took over and that was that.

*

	“I don’t think you should do that.”
	“We gotta do something!”
	She was right, of course, but staying as they were meant eventually getting raped, sodomized, and maybe even worse.  Carly Tobile relented and got up from where she had been CAREFULLY and made way to what looked like a door.
	“There’s no handle.” Sister Brandy said.  The girls had tried to get their sister Alyssa’s attention—but she seemed to be still under the effects of the minding device of the sleeping man.  Young sibling, Zach, got up and said, “Hold me up.”
	Brandy and Carly struggled but held their little brother up to where he noticed an indentation at the top.
	Viola!  Or Wa-La! 
	A secret locking mechanism unsealing the odd oval door that was similar to those found on submarines and ships.  It was heavy but with umph and dire determination the gang managed to move it outward.  The process nearly toppled them all but they controlled themselves and found an “inner” room.
	“It’s an airlock.” stated factly Zach.
	“Like on a spaceship?” squeaked Brandy.
	“Not exactly,” said Carly, “airlocks are found on ships and other facilities where transposing from one area to another and the desire to maintain security on all levels is important.”
	Brandy gave her brainiac sibling a look “not again” with the more information than I needed to know.

	There was a light inside the small-small room; a bench and a wall locker were the only items present.  A set of five stairs led to yet another door but this was a normal door.  It was wood and heavy with no knob or latch.
	“I smell horses!” said gleefully Brandy.  Brandy and mindless Alyssa were horse lovers—Carly was too but not as much.  She loved smaller animals.
	“This door wont open!” said a pissed off Zach.  The girls tried and tried but they could manage to pry the door open one little bit.
	“You’ve got to PUSH in, then slide it back.” said a voice behind them.
	“Oh shit!” blurted Carly solemly.
	“Nice try, though.” The man, August Moone, stood nakedly behind them offering a small meager smile.  Then with a wave of his hand beckoned the children back into the “dungeon.”  Brandy sighed dejectedly and tromped down the stairs with her back to the wall, hands behind her anticipating a smack to the ass.  She tried to avert her eyes from the man’s nakedness—she was slightly becoming accustomed to the blatant nudity and sexual frivolity but it had been only hours.
	The man said nothing more.  Brandy, Carly, and Zach made their way back to where they had been sitting, the naked man re-shut the first door stood to size things up, popped his neck, cracked his knuckles, and continued to mull “something” over.
	Another sigh and the man looked directly at Brandy saying,
	“Don’t be a problem and there wont BE a problem.”
	Brandy nodded.  She didn’t know exactly what he meant but she got the conveyance that she should stay put.  The man looked to her siblings and they, too, nodded in agreement.  The man then left.
	“Next time,” said Zach, “we need a lookout.”
	“There wont BE a next time,” Brandy said flatly, “that man can hurt us.”
	“Yes, but, I’m thinking something.”
	“What?” asked Brandy.
	“Well, the others, they all seem to be controlled by the minding device.”
	“Yeah, we know that, and?”
	“Well, we’re not.”
	“Hey, that’s right—we’re not captured!”
	“Think again.” Carly said dryly.
	“Oh, right.” His brief moment of joy was crushed by reality.

	“I don’t understand how we got captured in the first place.” Brandy wondered aloud.
	“I don’t either.”
	“We had to have been hit by that EMAD thing,” Zach amended, “to have been kidnapped out and out somehow.”
	“Yeah, so why aren’t we NOW like them?”
	Carly wondered that, too.	  “There’s twelve of us,” the young girl said, “maybe that’s too many.”
	“But we’re all HERE.” said Brandy.
	“Yeah, but maybe—maybe we weren’t all brought here at once.”
	“Yeah!” sparked Zach, “the fucker got us one at a time, or two or three, not twelve!”
	That made since.
	“I think those three girls are affected, the boys, too.”
	“But not her, or her son.” Brandy said noting the woman, Nancy Skace, and her son, Calvin.
	“Soooo, the minding thing has limits.”
	That was interesting.
	“I wonder if we can use that.”
	Brandy looked to her sister, “What are you talking about?”
	Carly wasn’t sure herself, she sighed and stared at the near lifeless Alyssa.  “I don’t think she’s affected, either.”
	“Maybe we can fake him out.” Zach said hopefully.
	“He’s pretty sharp.”
	“Yeah, if we do anything,”
	“He’ll beat the shit out of us.”
	Their conversation ceased as the “airlock” door was heard.

*

	“Can you come lend a hand?”
	Zach scrambled to stand up and as he made for the door, the man looked over the boy, “you, too.”
	Brandy was elated—but didn’t know why.  She stood and eased by the still naked (and horrid) man.  Her mind was filled with the images that had happened of late and the sheer extreme nakedness—AND the knowing that eventually she herself and her siblings would be also naked and having sex in some unpleasant capacity.

	The man opened the airlock door and there was a bright light that nearly blinded the helpers.  It passed quickly but still caused some dizziness and pulsing dark splotches before their eyes.
	“Watch your step.” the man said.
	There was a flight of wooden steps, a cinder block wall (both sides) and fresh air kissing their faces.
	“Horses!” exclaimed Brandy.
	“You like horses?” August asked.
	“Yes.” replied Brandy.  She was repulsed by what had happened in the now obvious basement/cellar dungeon; revolted by the abuse and the sheer unashamed deliberate nakedness of the man going up the stairs before her.  Sure she had seen her little brother naked—sure she had let him see her.  And sure she had seen glimpses of her Father naked and sure she was curious as to what sex was like.  But there were limits.
	At the top of the stairs was another door equally tricky to open.
	Thru the door and there was a small kitchen; color scheme of yellow and green.  It needed cleaning, sprucing up, replaced.  The kitchen was cramped, “C” block shaped; the appliances were old-old fashioned; the strong scent of mixed smells filled the air—along with the wondrous scent of horses, hay, and recycled “oats.”
	Brandy risked getting the man’s rile by checking out what appeared to be a living room—it was dark and unlit; there was a single long hallway with closed/covered/concealed windows and a single door.
	A horse whinnied outside.
	The clock on the stove read 1:35.
	The funky 1960s “star” clock on the wall above the clock read 3:15.
	“Take these,” August said handing Brandy and Zach a small ice chest each.  On the counter were the remains of handmade sub-sandwiches.  Another ice chest was grabbed up by August and he hustled the siblings back down into the dungeon.
	“Did you have a nice look?” August asked of Brandy.
	“Yes, sorry,” she said apologetically, “I heard horses.”
	Nothing more was said and the three returned to the cellar where the contents of the ice chests were dolled out.  Those not affected by the mysterious electronical powers of the EMAD first.
	Sandwiches, chips, sodas, treats.
	Munch-munch!  Slurp-slurp!  Burp-fart-burp!
	Alyssa joined her siblings, she was not touched by the EMAD.

	Brandy, Carly, and Zach, along with Calvin Skace, had their lunch quietly together.  There wasn’t much light, no windows, and just enough cooling air to keep them from suffocating.  Then,
	One by one, Bonnie, Paige, Cynthia, Dwayne, Rocky, and Nick were brought into a huddle with the Tobile family and had their lunch as well.  August said nothing but casually looked over the group—it was eerie to be sure.
	Nancy was last.
	It was clear to Carly—and then everyone else that something was a little “off” about Nancy.  It was her eyes.  The woman’s eyes (of brown) seemed odd—whether in color or something else couldn’t be determined.  It appeared as if she were in fright—or had seen something horribly frightening.
	After everyone had had their lunch, 
	“Listen up,” August said tapping the minding device in his hand, “you can have free will—to think, to act, to be; but,” and he smiled, “you are still controlled and controllable.” He let that sink in, most didn’t understand.
	“For right now,” he continued, “so long as you do as you are told, fine;” pause for dramatic effect “but do something you’re not supposed to do, piss me off in any way, try to escape, start a riot, become a problem—and you’ll wind up zombiefied.”
	He was very serious.
	Then, once more Brandy and Zach were called to help out carry the ice chests back upstairs.
	“You all behave, now!” said August looking over the group.
	Once in the kitchen,
	“Would you help clean up?”
	“Sure.” Brandy said.  It was still way creepy to be in the company of a naked man and though he said “free will”—truth be known she (and the others) were under some influence of the mind altering device.
	A horse whinnied getting the young girl all excited again.
	“You be nice,” said August, “and I’ll introduce you to Atom Might.”
	“Ohhhh, Adam Might!”
	August smiled and tousled nearby Nick’s head.
	“Who needs to go to the bathroom?”
	“I do!  I do!” shouted the siblings together.

	Down the hall, past the one door, to an open door where there was a bathroom.  It also needed cleaning, sprucing, and possible demolition.  The motif was “green” and there was a lingering “odor” that was hard to pin down as to what exactly it was.  The toilet was clean, as was the sink and shower.
	Brandy calmly waited but she did have to “go.”
	Zach didn’t wait and stepped up to the green toilet and promptly began to pee.  He farted, too.  August stood right next to Brandy—his penis was hard and Brandy saw it.  The sheer fear of knowing that soon she was probably going to have to feel of it—handle it, suck it, and take it into her body filled her.
	After Zach peed, 
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Zach paused a moment—then sparked, “I knew it.” wouldn’t last.
	He stripped off his clothes leaving them in a pile while his still clothed sister seemed to be increasingly encroaching on agony.
	“Take your turn.” August said calmly.
	Brandy sighed, chewed her lip nervously then moved to the toilet where she stood clenching her stomach.  Her fingers rested on the button to her jeans.  Her asshole clenched.
	“I-I don’t really have to go.” she very meekly state.
	“I think you do.” August said with a flat voice.
	“Just do it, sis,” cooed her brother Zach, “it’ll be alright.”
	Brandy shot him a look—not a pleasant look, either.
	“Well, you can either take your turn, or take a spanking.”
	Some choice!
	Brandy consider it, too!
	She still had to pee but her moral modesty fiber held her and kept her from taking her clothes off and going to the bathroom with a naked man present.  A fleeting thought filled her—the EMAD.  She scoffed thinking ‘it’d be better if I WAS under the control of that thing!’ doing something she didn’t want to do under her own power was a bitch—doing something she didn’t want to do but under the control of a minding device—well, that’d be better ‘cause she wouldn’t know that she was doing it, submitting.
	With Brandy’s continued hesitation,
	“Fine, then, come on.” and he took the girl by the hand pulling her out of the bathroom.
	“Goddamn it, Brandy!” Zach bitched and followed them to the kitchen where from the huge green refrigerator came some ice water.  A glass was offered to Brandy and she took it.

	Then another.
	Then another.
	Zach sort of knew what was going on.
	He got a glass of water himself.
	August said something about “out of ice.” as he fumbled about the side freezer.  He seemed distressed about it but leaned against the green cracked vinyl—waiting.
	Thirty minutes later and, 
	“I really have to go!” Brandy was in dire agony.
	“You had your chance.” declared August.
	“I know—I know!” cried Brandy.
	Another minute elapsed before the man took the distressed girl by the elbow and back to the bathroom.  There was no hesitation this time.  Brandy quickly hustled her pants and yellow cotton panties down—
	But too late—she kinda sorta pissed ‘em anyways.
	Not a lot, but they were “wet” just the same.
	A huge flurry of urine squirted from the girl’s pre-teen cunt; she tooted, too.  This act, of course, got August hard and he stood at a wrecked wicker laundry basket masturbating blatantly before the hapless girl.  She lowered her eyes to the crappy cracked green tiled floor and pissed up a storm.  It was very rewarding.
	Thereafter,
	“Take ‘em off.”
	She knew it.  The time was nearing.  A bit of fear began to well up in her, a distaste swelling inside her mouth.  She peeled off her top, camy, and bra then hesitated slightly before while sitting on the toilet shucking her jeans and then her panties.
	August nodded then took the girl by her elbow and positioned her on her knees—against the icky green bathtub.  His hands firstly caressed her delicious little tart butt—then smacked it.
	“When I tell you to do something you do it—almost immediately!” and a smack came again—and again—and again.  
	Young Zack couldn’t stand by and let the abuse to his sister happen and he charged the abusive naked man—getting slapped across the face sending him backwards to the wall.  He wasn’t knocked senseless but close counts.
	The boy lay slumped against the wall a little dazed.  The naked man had stopped spanking Brandy’s ass and had began caressing her nakedness all over followed by smacking his cock against her ass.
	“Come ‘ere!” he demanded of the boy.

	Zach timidly came forth shaking the smacked cobwebs out of his head.  The man took one of Zach’s hands and had him land it to his sister’s burning butt.  The boy got the message—he didn’t particularly like it but he got it.
	SMACK!  But not too hard.
	SMACK!  A little harder than the first.
	SMACK!  As hard as he could muster—his hand began to sting and Brandy was wailing.  August not too kindly roughly parted the girl’s legs, then he tugged not so kindly on Zach’s schlong (which was pretty stiff as it was),
	“Put it in her.”
	Zach nodded then clumsily positioned himself against his terrified sister working his pud into her backdoor.  It wasn’t specified “where” to put it “in” so Zach chose what was available.
	August gripped the boy’s butt as he “put it to” his sister’s cornhole.  Brandy continued to weep but eventually got a hold of herself and reached back to help pull a cheek open.
	“Your Daddy ever beat your ass?” August asked.
	There was a pause; then,
	“Sometimes, when he catches me cussin’.” said Zach.
	“And you?”
	Brandy nodded (and grunted) as Zach finally had made entry.
	“Bare assed?”
	No.
	Zach humped and humped—and then humped some more.
	August fondled the boy’s ball thru his legs and occasionally smacked the lad’s ass with his cock.  Brandy did a lot of grunting as being positioned over the bathtub wasn’t very comfortable.
	The boy still wasn’t a cummer and after a few minutes he and his sister got into the shower to bathe one another.  Zach’s pud was still hard, a little “dirty” and his eyes locked onto his sister’s breasts and then her poon.  Brandy washed her brother’s soiled schlong, then his butt, balls, then stood while she was washed between her legs, butt crack, and breasts—the only important parts to be washed.
	After the shower there was drying off afterwards whereupon it was then that both siblings had to suck the man’s cock.  One at a time; Zach strangely first and then his sister.  Zach being ten years young was awed at August’s cock; he had seen his Dad’s dong, he had seen his best friend’s and boys while at Summer Camp, school, and so on.  But August Moone had a COCK!

	The concept of “sucking” was something else for Zach.  He had heard, of course, the term “cock sucker” at school and all its derivatives.  He had heard “blow jobs”, “getting head”, “giving head”, “suck”, “cock suck” and so on—but to actually see it in person AND participate in such was something else again.
	It tasted like string cheese!
	It did!
	The cock was hot in his mouth, a little musty, and HUGE.  So huge that he could only take part of the man’s penis—mostly the man had him suck on the head and a bit of shaft.  The rest of his “turn” the man humped his face essentially “tea bagging” him (that’s with the testicles up against the submissive one’s face usually and specifically the eyes.)
	Then it was Brandy’s turn.
	She gagged a little, retched, and wasn’t too much into the art of “cock sucking.”  But suck she did somehow managing to engulf almost the whole thang—and not hurl in the process.
	She was most thankful that the man didn’t cum off in her mouth although that did seem to be what he was trying to do.  And it wasn’t over, either—
	“Suck him.”
	She knew it.
	She knew that she would probably be sucking on the other boys in the dungeon.  That was a given.  The boys would probably fuck her, too; in the ass, and no telling what else.  Closing her eyes she took her brother’s dick and sucked it into her mouth; sucked his balls, too.
	“You be good,” said August, “and you can go outside later and help feed the stock.”
	Brandy nodded.  She was appalled at the man’s audacity, sickened at the vile acts he was committing and forcing them all to submit to, but if being “good” would get her outside then ok, she’d be submissive and suck, slurp, and spread her legs whatever.  It wasn’t so much to “be outside” or to even be with Atom Might but to gather info on where they were.

*

	Bonnie not only had to pee—she had to crap, too.
	So did Cynthia.  Dwayne just had to pee.  Three at a time went upstairs with the man called August.  Brandy and Zach shared all the pertinent details of their adventure topside—even the naughty stuff,
	“He made Zach do me in the butt!” Brandy explained.

	Alyssa—being more herself and with her siblings but mindless just the same due to her experience, was with them huddled.  Carly asked for the details; like doors, windows, phone, any sign of any one else.  Brandy and Zach provided all the info that they could remember and then some.
	“Hey,” Brandy said reflecting on something, “I just remembered something about that guy’s mind thingy,”
	“The EMAD?” Carly asked for clarity.
	“Yeah, that thing.”
	“What about it?”
	“It was flashing some red lights.  I don’t know if that’s important or not, but doesn’t flashing red lights mean something bad?”
	Carly sat back against the wall, the only one still clothed, and mused.
	“Hmmm, could mean the battery’s low, or its out of time,”
	“You mean it’s not working?” asked Alyssa.
	“Could be.”
	Everyone went a little quiet,
	“Well, I don’t think I want to test it out,” said Brandy at length.
	“Right,” said Brandy, “with out without the minding thingy he’s dangerous.”
	“But if he doesn’t have control of our minds,” mused Carly, “maybe we CAN fake him out.”
	“He’ll know.” said flatly Alyssa.
	“I dunno,” said Carly, “if we’re good at faking,”
	The sound of the outer door (airlock) opening silenced the sibs and they returned to shutting up, knees up, arms about their knees, being mindful.  Dwayne was first to come into the dungeon room with his penis hard and dripping strands of spunk.  A big shit eating grin etched on his face.  Bonnie and Cynthia came nextly rubbing their burning asses and weeping a little.
	Paige, Rocky, and Alyssa were called up nextly.

	On her knees Nancy Skace didn’t even close her eyes as she took on her son’s cock.  Her hands and feet were unbound with the stipulation, of course, that she behave.  Failure to behave will result in—well, you know.  Her hands clasped her son’s ass as she took her son’s schlong, she sucked and sucked and young Calvin rocked—essentially pumping into her mouth.
	Naked Carly sat on the toilet relieving herself watching the forced  mother-son event.  She casually eyed the man doing the forcing and did catch him fussing with the minding device he had tethered to his wrist.  Something was wrong.  

 	She hoped she was casual enough not to warrant his attention to her ass.  She did her business and waited.  There was the strong scent of “horsey” and horse poo; she heard chickens and wasn’t sure of any other animals.  Try-try-try as she might she couldn’t remember how she and her siblings had been captured.  She figured that part had been blocked from her mind.  She remembered her Dad, their house, school, teachers, and all that.  Yesterday and she was conspiring with her siblings to get their single Dad “hooked” up; Alyssa had a single teacher in mind, Brandy had a friend’s lonely middle aged cousin available, and Carly knew of a cousin’s best friend’s just on the market woman who had ran her own real estate business.
	“Oh shit!” blurted Calvin—he was cumming.  There was no stopping the sudden excitement and he humped his Mom’s mouth depositing a nice healthy wad in mere seconds.
	“Oh shit!” he exclaimed again reeling in the feeling.
	“Turn around.” August told the woman.  Whether or not she was still under the influence of the EMAD or not Carly couldn’t determine.  She couldn’t tell if she was herself was—or wasn’t!
	“Deep thoughts?” 
	Carly was taken aback—startled as the man did interrupt her thoughts.
	Looking up to him—well, her pretty eyes of blue made it to his clean chiseled chest then dropped down to his seriously hard cock.  It was there—it was RIGHT there for her to take (into her mouth.)
	She gulped and waited.
	Calvin was against the wall flogging his very satisfied dog.
	“Whoa!” he managed to say.  His Mom was awesome!
	There was a quirky smile to the man’s face, he winked to Carly!  She didn’t know what it was all about—AND she didn’t have to suck his cock!  Nancy did, though.  She sucked and sucked and took the whole thang into her mouth.  August pumped her face, pulled out and slapped her face, then plunged back in for two minutes of serious oral pleasure.
	Then it was “against the tub” for Nancy.
	Carly clenched on the toilet and watched as the horrid naked man got on his knees and then up against the woman.  What “hole” he was in she wasn’t sure but he began pumping and doing so in a quick earnest.  He also masturbated Calvin—then brought the youngster to him to suck him.
	Carly waited and watched.  When after the man had pulled away from the woman, she saw that he had been in her asshole.  Carly’s own asshole clenched in the anticipation to cum.
	But strangely it didn’t come.

	“You gonna be a good girl?” the man asked of Carly.
	“Yes, sir.” she replied.
	The man smiled and while Calvin humped his Mother’s pussy (again), he and Carly showered together whereupon the girl cleaned August’s cock, his balls, but didn’t suck.
	Once the shenanigans in the bathroom were done they returned to the door to the basement.  August held Carly’s shoulder holding her back,
	“Why don’t you stay up here—with me.” It was a statement, not a question.  Carly nodded and shrugged her naked shoulders, “Ok.”  He then push/guided her to the untidy living room—
	“Back in a second.”

	“If any of you have a need,” August told the group, “flip this switch.  You may have to flip it repeatedly to get my attention.”  A light topside would flicker on and off to indicate “need.”
	He said nothing more and went back up the stairs.
	“Where’s Carly?” Zach asked.
	“What happened?  Why didn’t Carly come back down?”
	“He’s keeping,” said Calvin, “I don’t know why but he has her with him.”
	Brandy didn’t like it, Alyssa liked it less.
	“He’s probably gonna—do stuff to her.” surmised Calvin.
	“No shit!” bitched Alyssa.
	“I dunt know,” said Zach, “maybe not,”
	“Whattya mean?” asked Brandy.
	“Well, leverage, I think he’s using her as leverage.”
	“I don’t understand.”
	“He means that if we fuck up down here or do something he doesn’t want us to do or something,”
	“Hostage.” said Calvin.
	“That’s fucked up.” declared Zach.
	“Yeah.”

	Cartoons.  Some she hadn’t seen before or even heard of.  Some were good, some were lame, some were flat out weird.  The living room of August Moone was not really small—but it was cluttered with books and newspapers.  The old style television was a portable and sat on a wooden plank sitting on cinderblocks.  The carpet was some wild funky green shit, shag style.  There was the slight smell of motor oil, gasoline, and horse shit.  It made for an interesting aroma.
	August sat right next to the girl; they had popcorn and sodas.  The man said very little and seemed actually nice, polite.  It awed Carly—and what awed her the most was that for over an hour he hadn’t tried anything sexual with her!
	The table lamp at the end of the crappy 1960s green sofa flickered.  August got up and made his way to the dungeon bringing up Nick and Paige.  Carly took the time that August was gone to sneak a look out the nearest window.  A huge heavy curtain concealed the window and when Carly looked out—it was dark.  Well, near dark—evening type time.  She saw what looked like horse stalls, a chicken house, and a large open corral.
	There was an old pickup with a camper shell parked nearby and it was no guess to the imagination that they were in a trailer.  There was one tree behind the corral and not much else.  Carly saw no other lights and the was no light outside immediately.  Not much information but it was something.
	Upon hearing footsteps coming up she fled to the sofa trying to act “natural.”  Nick and Paige were led into the bathroom and were in there half an hour—during which time spanking could be heard followed by gruntings and Paige (or Nick) crying “please, that hurts!”
	Bonnie, Dwayne, Zach, Nancy also had to use the bathroom again, forty-five minutes after the others.  Calvin, Alyssa, Rocky had to “go” an hour after that.
	“I usually don’t have this much company.” Smirked August settling down again beside Carly.  Carly didn’t know what to say and began to feel sleepy.  It was then that August began his stuff—firstly it was just feeling of her thigh followed by pulling her down gently across his lap where he began a light caressing of her ass.
	Carly saw a photograph on the end table but the angle was wrong and she couldn’t see directly.  Beneath her she could feel the man’s penis getting hard.  She knew that before the night was over she would be fucked.  It was just too weird laying nakedly across the naked man’s lap and him feeling her ass—slipping fingers down between her legs fingering her vagina.  It made her gush causing goose bumps to sprout all over her.
	Not knowing quite what to do—Carly reached back and spread her own cheeks.  Seemed the thing to do.  The man “checked” her offering—eyeing her clenching asshole and bald pussy next to it.  After sucking on his own finger he began probing the clenching sphincter working the digit in to the knuckle.  Carly clenched tightly the invading finger but tried to relax.  She squirmed some and in doing so she moved forward on the sofa and when raising her head up some she saw the photograph again.
	It was a family of four.

	The background was of a blue field; a woman was sitting with a small girl about four or so on her lap, a handsome young boy of seven stood beside her—and then there was August.  He was way younger than he was currently and holding an infant.  They were the American family, well dressed, nice looking, All American.
	Carly wondered what had happened.
	Her thoughts were interrupted with August pulling her up.
	A fleeting thought had burst into her mind—to knee the man’s balls and once he was incapacitated haul ass to the door.  It was a safe bet that the door was locked and in her brashness she wouldn’t be able to figure out quickly enough how to open and flee-flee-flee.
	And of course, once outside—where to FLEE to?
	Closing her eyes, hands on the man’s shoulders, his cock pierced her pussy.  There was a sharp pain and a bit of discomfort.  Then the invasion began and she slid down all the way—well, most of the way, and the fucking began.  August held her hips and guided her up and down his prong.  Her young body pressed against his and they fucked for several minutes—until the light began to flash.

*

Live Long, Prosper, and Keep on Hanging & Banging!
	What awoke her she didn’t know but she awoke with that annoying “startle.”  Then the unknown set in—what was it that awoke and more importantly—where the fuck was she?  Confusion reigned supreme.  It was dark taking her eyes several minutes to adjust.
	Then there was the smell of horsey.
	August.
	The dungeon.
	Kidnapped.
	The EMAD.
	Carly sighed and sat up on the green well worn cushion of the sofa.  She was alone.  That was odd.  For a long while she sat still shaking the cobwebs out of her mind.  Then, slowly—ever so slowly she traipsed up to the heavy green curtain and peeked out.
	Darkness greeted her.  And it was damn dark so it had to be around midnight.  The clock on the oven read 3:15.
	The funky 1960s “star” clock on the wall above the clock read 5:05.

	The need to pee prompted her to make for the bathroom—where in the tub she found August Moone.  He was asleep—mostly.  Naked Carly carefully as possible eased to the toilet but he was aware of her anyways.  Carly copped a squat on the toilet, farted and peed.  She was embarrassed about the tooting but it couldn’t be helped.  She ripped another and August just smiled.
	After the peeing (and farting) she lingered a minute sort of embarrassingly staring at the man called August.  It was all just so weird—so out there; prancing about willy-nilly NAKED with a grown man!  Observing the naked grown man having his way with everyone—one way or another.
	And her.
	Hours earlier and she had been on his lap, on his naked lap and slid her sex down onto his rigid-very rigid cock.  There had been the initial initiation of virgin busting followed by some discomfort; his hands mostly cupped her ass but also ran up and down her sides.  She felt his huge cock swelling inside her and with little effort on her part they “made love” for some time.
	And he kissed her.
	She didn’t know what to make of that.
	And somewhere along the way—she fell asleep.
	The naked man in the tub gave a subtle head nod then flicked the water with his hand.  Carly saw his cock laying up against him—was it still hard?  There was a minute hesitation and then she was off the toilet and climbing into the tub—settling down again onto the naked man’s lap (specifically his johnson.)
	Then she laid down on him.
	August cupped her ass and they relaxed sliding back into a restful sleep—until August RIIIIPED one.  Carly giggled and though it was way out of order to be “friendly” with a man who had kidnapped her, kidnapped her siblings, roughly had sex with others, Carly felt at ease with the man and strangely willingly submitted to him.
	Just how long they lay in the funky water she didn’t know but the man was moving,
	“Best step out.” He told her as she thought he was going to pick her up, “too slippery—could fall and hurt something.”
	Carly got out and was dried off, she dried him off in turn then noticed a light flickering.
	“Someone needs to go pee.” she said.

	“Yeah-up, been “needing” all night!”
	They dried and with his hands on her shoulders guided Carly to the kitchen.  
	“Cereal?” he asked.
	Carly was game—but not gamey.  It was just so odd to be so at ease with the naked man!  It was bizarre!
	“Help yourself.” He told her and made way to the special door he had made to access the lower level.
	In the fridge was a gallon of milk, buttermilk, a tub of butter, pickles, other assorted condiments, some liters of sodas, cans of sodas, a pitcher of possible fruit juice, and three cans of beer.
	In a upper cabinet were cereals in plastic containers.  Beans, sugar, flour, cornmeal, pasta, and so on.  Carly assembled herself a small bowl of some mixed cereal and was “helping herself” when up from the dungeon came Bonnie, Rocky, and Calvin.
	They all went to the bathroom.
	Carly ate her breakfast slowly then washed the dish—then took it upon herself to wash the “other” dishes.  The skillets, pots, and pans were in need, too.  No dishwasher.  No disposer.  No trash compactor.  The cabinets needed sprucing up, the floor, sink, and then the rest of the trailer.
	Meanwhile, in the bathroom:
	Bonnie was awkward in the shower—one leg planted firmly on the slick bottom of the bathtub while the other leg was up with foot planted firmly on the tile backing.  Rocky Kook’s cock was implanted into her cunt as he was behind her.  Calvin, son of talk show host and moral activist, Nancy Skace, on his knees sucking on Rocky’s balls and licking on Bonnie’s cunt.  The young boy humped his cock hard and when the time was nearing, Rocky pulled out of Bonnie and Calvin emptied his load onto Rocky’s balls.
	Then, while Calvin sucked clean Rocky’s balls—Bonnie sucked on Calvin’s cock.  No one protested.  No one faltered.  No hesitated.  There was some retching obvious faces of displeasure of the distaste but they followed thru with the “suggestions” from their benefactor.
	Then the three stood with Bonnie in the middle and “rinsed” off before exiting the shower and drying each other off.  That was followed by laying down on the wet floor amass with towels and “double teaming” Bonnie.  Rocky having already been in her cunt took the backdoor while Calvin slid his pre-teen prick into the girl’s cunt.  
	It was awkward, clumsy, and more times than not the boys were humping flesh outside rather than in.  But hump they did squirting luscious spunk minutes later.

	Next for bathroom duty was Nancy with Dwayne and Nick.
	Carly kept busy mopping the kitchen and when the trashcan was full, she asked “Where can I empty this?”  
	No hesitation from August, he went to the front door, pushed the knob “in”, twisted right, pulled back, twisted right and pushed the door.  Not that complicated.  Outside and there was a kiss of hot desert air.  Not a lot of noise but a lot of horse stink.
	‘HEY!’ said Magic, ‘I don’t stink!  It’s the dog!’
	“Trash can right over there.” He said pointing from the porch.  
	Carly saw the beat up common trash can and hustled the small household can and a plastic bag to the can.  Going nude wasn’t so bad, she kinda liked it!  But of course, it was the middle of the night.  On her way back she noted the sky.
	“Wow.” she said having her breath taken by the stars.
	“Never seen the stars?” August asked.
	“Not like this.”
	August then calmly and easily scooped the girl up and hoisted her onto his shoulders—
	“Some seem so close you can reach out and touch them.”
	And to Carly it did appear so.
	“Wow.” she continued to say.  She had studied the stars, astrologically speaking, but couldn’t make out a single formation—there was just so many.
	“In the city there’s so much light pollution and pollution itself, you cant see nothing.”
	“Wow.” said Carly.

	In the bathroom:
	After their pee—of which with Nancy on the toilet the boys stood before her pissing on her.  When done, the woman fondled the boys’ balls, rubbed their asses, then sucked their dicks HARD.  That was both sucking them hard and sucked them GETTING them hard.  Thereafter it was into the shower.
	In the shower it was business as usual—that meant the boys washed the woman and she in turn washed them.  Once out of the shower and Nancy took young Nick on sucking his cock fully while behind her young Dwayne hammered her pussy AND asshole (when his cock popped out of one hole he was instructed to drive it into the other and pump like hell.)

	“So your sister likes horses?” this after the kitchen was cleaned up, the living room, and even the bathroom.  Brandy and Zach came up to use the bathroom—and like the other put thru the paces of sexual frivolity like the others.  Then returned to the dungeon.
	“Yes, she does.” Then added that she goes to the stables near their home and rides but not as often as she would like.
	“Cant have a horse at your place?”
	Carly thought hard—she couldn’t bring up “her place” in her mind.
	August changed the subject.
	“Going to start letting them go, the ones down below.”
	“Would you like to stay—awhile?” he added.
	Carly looked to him almost strangely, she thought—and thought—and thought some more but had a hard time coming to a conclusion.
	“You and your sisters, and brother—you can stay here, with the horses, awhile.” he said with a moderate shrug.
	That seemed ok with Carly, and she was sure that horse lover Brandy would like it, too.
	And you know what?
	She was right!

*

what the horsey saw
	Atom Might was dark brown with a “pinto” saddle.  He stood gallantly and had the run of the place with the large open corral offering some exercise.  Kosmo and Pepper were the other two horses but Atom Might was “in charge.”
	There were a few chickens and Onry the Goat—or Onre (French pronunciation).  There was the shed, the corral, the three stall stable, and the place where the two-legged creature lived. And speaking of the two-legged creature—
	Bonnie, Cynthia, and Dwayne came out with the man called August; he was clothed but the three were in their skins.  At the door stood the naked Carly who locked the door and pulled the curtain covering it.  Bonnie, Cynthia, and Dwayne got into the redneck pickup with August.  The old truck fired up and away the went in a cloud of dust.
	Ten minutes or so after the dust had settled and the door of the trailer opened.  The naked Carly stepped out, shielded her eyes from the glare of the morning sun and peered cautiously for a long while, stretching up on her toes—even climbing on the rickety banister surrounding the porch.

	Then with a quickening wave of her hand she ushered her siblings one-two-three out.  Alyssa looked around and remained on alert; Brandy and Zach raced to the horse called Atom Might.
	“Whoa!” said Brandy.  “He’s awesome!”
	Atom Might, though not fully understand human speak whinnied and bobbed his magnificent head.  Carly joined them saying, “We should keep a look out—in case he comes back early or something.”
	“What’s he been doing to you?” Alyssa asked.
	Carly pursed her lips and looked away not really wanting to say, explain, or give way what was really going on and how she felt about it OR the deal she had made with the man.
	“Oh.” said Alyssa surmising something not said.
	The siblings stood together petting and feeding Atom Might.
	“Think we could ride him out of here?” mused Alyssa.
	“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Carly said stroking Atom Might’s long neck.
	“Why not?” asked Brandy.  “I can ride him.”
	“Naked?” quipped back Carly.  “Not too mention, WHERE would you ride him?”
	“Yeah,” said Alyssa gloomily, “we don’t know where we are or how far it is to the road or anywhere.”
	“I took a look around,” Carly amended, “we’re out in the middle of NO WHERE!”
	“And it’s gonna get hot.” Zach explained, 
	“And not all of us, I think,” said Carly, “can ride all at once.”
	“Two ok, but three is pushing and definitely not all of us.”
	“Sooo what’ll we do?” Alyssa asked folding her arms and leaning against a post supporting the stall.
	“We wait.” Carly replied.
	“For what?  Until he fucking kills us?” 
	“I don’t think he will,”
	“Then what’s he doing with the others?” yapped Zach getting ansy and loud.
	“Probably taking them out to bury them!” concluded Alyssa.
	This was getting out of hand—and though she loathed to do it, Carly went back into the trailer.  
	“Where SHE going?” Zach asked.
	“Bathroom?” Brandy surmised.
	The kids went quiet, Zach turned and peed on a post and noted Atom Might’s rather lengthy schlong hanging down almost to the ground.

	“Goddamn!” he exclaimed, “Looky at THAT!”
	Brandy and Alyssa did with Alyssa blushing and turning away.
	Zach methodically played with his penis—slowly turning his head to casually-casually so as not to be too noticed look at his naked sisters.  Sure being a brother he had gotten chances to see his sisters naked; and it was Alyssa who most generally let him have a “good” look, too.  Brandy was a little more shy and Carly was—somewhere in between.  Carly was serious and took her modesty to heart and if the opportunity presented itself then so be it.
	No touching, though.
	The girls, of course in turn, had their fair share of ogling their brother and that was no big deal.  One time—and one time only and did Zach catch sister Alyssa masturbating.  He didn’t know what it was but it gave him wood and that was alright.  They might have done something more but people came home interrupting anything possible.  That was last week…
	The girls looked good.  Especially naked!  Just standing around nonchalant—naked!  It was awesome!  Brandy returned to petting Atom Might, Alyssa noted her brother and his boner—she blushed and giggled a little then slowly—went—a—little—still.

*

let out to pasture
	Acton Wells  Dervish Acres  Longview Pasture  Bridgeview Meadows  Mesa Plateau  Littlefoot Causeway  Lone Rock Canyon Rvr
	Not regular sign posts, not even mentioned on any maps—only the peoples of the aforementioned “places” knew of their existence.  A few roadside “EATS” & “GAS” but not much else.  Of the eight aforementioned places there were a combined maybe 2,000 peoples scattered.  Peoples who would rather be left alone—totally.  Some were American Indians and had been in the desert area of the Vasqual Mountains and desert with the same name for generations.
	Some of those peoples were outlaws.
	Some were derelicts of society.
	Some just wanted the solace.
	Some had other personal reasons for the solitude and distance from civilization.  Some had gardens, some had “special” gardens.  Some folk knew other folk and kept a watchful eye for strangers.  

	There was not much in the way of “law enforcement”; the people of Eighty Acres (the combined area of the aforementioned places) took care of enforcing their own laws.  Occasionally there was a state highway patrol cruiser—that just cruised thru the Acres and kept going.  Eighty Acres was a desolate unfriendly place where even the buzzards didn’t roost.
	Bonnie sat (naked) blinking eyes and wincing; the wing window on her side of the truck’s cab was opened directly onto her—August reached over and tugged the hard to move window out of directness.  Dwayne sat in the middle with Cynthia next to him.
	No a/c in the late 60s model pickup.  It was cluttered with newspapers, empty cans of this and that, empty snack wrappers, and so on.  The speedometer wavered at 65—which was just about as fast as the old worn out truck could go.
	Dwayne looked straight ahead, Cynthia, too.  Only Bonnie seemed to be “coming” around.  August sighed noting the oncoming sign Longview Pasture.  Civilization was another 90 minutes away, Verde Mesa.  Close to six thousand peoples lived there next to the San Miquez River.  Longview Pasture was like the approaching Bridgeview Meadows—it had no view and there was no pasture.  Bridgeview had no bridge and there was no view.  Desolation was the norm—flat desert, rolling barren rocky hills, deep depressions so deep you had to look twice to see the bottom.  Distant mountains, unfriendly hills, hot as Hell if not hotter!
	Mesa Plateau was four thousand feet and sometimes offered a bit of cooling along with a magnificent clear view of Eighty Acres.  But it was a bitch to climb up to the flat surface so the “cool” and “view” were not known but to a few.
	Bonnie’s long brown hair flew all over her face; she began to get that “thoughtful” look on her face.  August checked his wrist worn EMAD, it was malfunctioning and only a “back-up” to the one embedded in his chest.  That one wasn’t working well, either.  
	Approaching Littlefoot Causeway and Bonnie Warner began become VERY aware of herself.  She could hardly catch her breath—the shock of being naked, sexually assaulted, naked, all filled her mind suddenly.  Too suddenly—and that sort of helped August.  From the small ice chest on the floorboard under Dwayne’s legs he fished out an ice cold soda.  He offered it to the slowly freaking out Bonnie.
	“Don’t freak out on me,” warned August, “I’ll have to spank you.”
	The Causeway was not a cool place for one to lose control; it was a narrow-narrow road that curved exiting from the “hot as Hell” desert landscape to not quite as hot as Hell rolling hills.

	The hills, of course, were rustic rock of various types—all hard and extremely unfriendly to touch.  Midway along the Causeway that spanned a small canyon there was no safety barrier—there was the unfriendly rock wall on the right and a five hundred foot plunge on the left.  A deep-steep plunge to a cactus patch below.  (if you happened to survive the plunge by some Grace of God then you had a nice long five mile walk to flat land to look forward to.)
	Bonnie took the offering but was still borderline “freaking out.”
	“Open it and drink it!” said August a little angry.
	Bonnie licked her lips, gave a sideways glance to her two “calm” companions, “W-what’s wrong with them?”
	“They know how to behave!” said August even angrier.  The heat was getting to him, the infernal contraption on his wrist annoyed the hell out of him—and he still—still after years and years couldn’t figure out why the emerald shiny thing in his chest didn’t work.  (and it used to; it had similar properties to the common illegal EMADs but then one day it just stopped working.)
	And how did the EMAD-like thing come to be in August Moone’s chest?  That’s another story—later.
	Bonnie fumbled opening her soda can but managed and even managed a drink or two before really-really realizing that she was naked.  With that and the realization of what had happened to her in the dungeon filled her mind and she began to freak the fuck out causing August to bring the truck over to the side—once across the Causeway and it was safe to do so.  Then he got out and came around to drag the young girl and press her against himself for a hearty spanking.
	Bonnie struggled and was truly “herself.”  But that “self” was a frightened girl and no match for a grown man.  He held her firmly to him and wailed on her bare ass with some might.  She stamped her feet and twisted so—it only intensified the abuse that only ceased after his hand wore out.
	And though lo it was hot—damn hot, Bonnie was laid across the laps of Dwayne and Cynthia.  There, while she wailed and rubbed her burning-burning ass, the man smacked her ass some more with his belt.  It wasn’t long lasting—115 degrees took a lot out of spanking.
	Back inside the truck and hauling ass down the road with Bonnie still across the laps of Dwayne and Cynthia, Bonnie wailed.  Her “wails”, though, were muffled as her mouth was filled with August Moone cock.
	Dwayne and Cynthia remained “clueless” the rest of the way.

	San Miquez River was down in a deep-deep canyon and not very popular ‘cause it was a bitch to get to.  The whole area of the Vasqual Desert just was unpopular and unpleasant.  Still, though, peoples could be found—Verde Mesa was a moderate sized desert city, the next cities was a bit bigger in more hospitable climates a hundred miles or so away.  Small towns of various sizes lined the way, Mesa Verde was good—it was closer and August didn’t like driving too far in the heat in a truck that was aching to break down at any moment.
	Just on the outskirts of Mesa Verde was the remains of a large warehouse complex and light industrial.  A petro-chemical operation had been in operation years past but had gone bust due to the train system that never materialized.  August guided his old truck down along the lee side of the abandoned buildings—that side not facing the open front area.
	Midway along the crumbled pavement to loading dock 13-A and August brought the tired old truck to a stop.  The heat was oppressive.
	“Gonna get me a new truck, or put a/c in this one.” he declared.  Using the EMAD he had acquired a “few dollars” now and then but it was a risk—more of a risk than absconding away with his desired subjects!
	And speaking of “desired subjects”, he patted Bonnie, caressed her ass and had her sit up.  Dwayne was starting to show signs of “coming around”, little Cynthia had peed.
	Bonnie looked into August’s eyes—she was truly frightened.  The old truck’s steering wheel was unmovable, it didn’t tilt.  It would have been a nice convenience but he made do with what he had.  So, he had to open the door and reposition his Subject on his seat facing out.  Then he gently pushed her back, opening her legs and sizing up her young delicate poon.
	It was too hot to fuck but after licking on her pussy he guided himself into her sex one-more-time!  Bonnie clenched and lay twisting as she was laid.  Dwayne batted his eyes, shook his head (and drooled).  Looking down he saw Bonnie.
	“What the fu--” he confusion kept him at bay long enough for August to zap him with the minding device he had as a back-up to the wrist worn EMAD that was primary.  The back-up did only one thing—zap a Subject’s mind to a mindless state.  And that “state” of mindlessness lasted anywhere from five minutes to five hours.
	Sweat rolled off Dwayne—he stared straight ahead, mouth open, dark eyes—dark.  August humped Bonnie trying to get his nut but it was too hot to do so.  It was then he noticed something about Dwayne—he wasn’t breathing.
	“Shit!”

*

mind the horse exhaust, will you?
	110 degrees?  115 degrees?  120 degrees?  Once over 105 degrees it no longer mattered—it was just fucking hot!  But despite the degree of “hot” sweltering heat—Alyssa Tobile (Toe-bill) fondled her brother, Zach’s, cock.  She had lightened up some—but she really wouldn’t be opposed to fooling around a little with her brother but only to a certain point.  She wouldn’t willing suck him OR let him fuck to cum off in her pussy.  And in that, she wouldn’t be opposed to letting him fuck her.
	Brandy—not so much.  A little flash of this and that but not into the humping-bumping and grinding brother Zach would enjoy.  Brandy was more into horses!  
	Carly had issues—with her self.  She manipulated her brother and sisters using another back-up emergency EMAD of August’s,
	“If I’m gone too long, or something happens here, if the others down below come up—use this.”
	The minding device was a little more powerful than the back-up EMAD August had with him.  Using the microphone on the Device and selecting various intensities of the “gain”, boost, and other attributes that made a minding device essential, Carly Michelle Tobile manipulated her siblings.  And it cause a slight calamity inside her.  She was no better than August.
	And yet—there was something about “control.”
	She was ten so she didn’t understand the complexities of controlling someone else using an electronic device.  But there was something—something about the whole “control” thing.  It frightened her and yet intrigued her, too.
	She realized, too, that what she was putting her sibs thru was something that they would normally do anyways sort of kind of.  They just needed the freedom to do so.  Carly helped out in that pursuit of “freedom”.  With Brandy, though, she might have went a little far—
	Naked Brandy was on Atom Might, laying down running her hands all over the lovely horsey—the girl (somewhat on her own) humped the horse!  Her hands went all over the horse as well as herself, spanking herself and getting off!  It was bizarre!
	It also got Carly a little freaky, too.
	In the next stall, though, Alyssa and Zach “fooled around”; a little more than they did at home.  After Alyssa masturbated her brother she turned to have him rub his throbbing erection against her ass.

	That was followed up by Alyssa on her knees sucking her brother’s cock.  She had done so in the dungeon below the remotely located trailer but that had been under some duress.  The sucking was followed up by out and out fucking—right there in the old hay in the empty stall.  Alyssa lay out with horny brother ogling, awing, and practically cumming off right then and there.
	The boy managed to hold off and after taking in his naked naughty sister he climbed onto her and firstly just humped her gash.  Both siblings giggled and blushed—the indications from the EMAD indicated that the mind lock on the sibs was not that much—so they were fooling around seventy-five percent on their own will.
	Carly fingered her pussy but it was getting fucking hot out and soon brought the family back into the trailer where the swamp cooler offered relief from the blistering sun.  There was a signal from the dungeon signaling that someone had to use the bathroom.
	Nick and Paige were the someones--along with Nancy.
	“The kids will be easy to hold (mind hold), Nancy—Nancy I’m not sure about.” August had warned Carly when instructing how to use the Device.
	“If all else fails, if she becomes a problem, if she’s faking and tries to do something—like run away, go crazy or scare you--” then the use of the emergency button was essential.
	“What will it do?” Carly asked.
	“Fuck their mind into a standstill.”  Zombiefied in other words.
	Brandy made sandwiches in the kitchen, Alyssa and Zach made love in the living room doggie style.  Carly brought up those who had to pee.  She was wary of Nancy—she wasn’t sure if she could trust the woman or what.  Was the woman faking being submissive?  There was a test…
	Once in the bathroom and the business of using the bathroom for its intended purposes was complete—Carly had Paige and Nancy suck Nick.  Paige sucked without so much use of the mind altering device.  Nancy sucked with even less than that—just told via the on-board mic “suck him.”
	Nancy caressed the boy’s butt and sucked him good and hard.
	Carly then had the woman lay down and Nick get on her with Paige helping guide the boy’s pud into her pussy.   Then, after the boy got going, 
	“Sit on her face.” Carly told Paige.  The twelve year old didn’t hesitate, the rigors of the EMAD August had used on her had deeply griped her conditioning her.
	“Lick her pussy.” Carly told Nancy.
	There was no hesitation—Nancy Skace put her tongue to Paige’s cunt and licked-licked-licked.  Paige fingered herself and Nick happily humped the woman’s pussy.  Carly didn’t understand but there was some weird fascination in controlling the group, controlling her siblings—it was all sorrel in an eclectic sort of way.  As she watched the trio on the bathroom floor she found herself fingering herself and intrigued beyond measure watching young Nick fuck!

*

unfortunate
	It was unfortunate and the cause was unknown.  The heat?  The whole business of being kidnapped, put thru the paces of sexual frivolity?  The blast of minding prowess to overwhelm the mind to keep it from freaking the fuck out?
	Bingo!
	August wasn’t sure for certain but what was was the untimely passing of Dwayne Beeter, eleven years young of Desert City rest stop—where he had been “acquired” days earlier.
	It sucked and August felt bad—but at least the boy had gotten laid a few times.  And though not in the mood, August fingered and then licked out little ten year old Cynthia, putting her ankles up on his shoulders and easing his manhood into her dainty cunt.  His heart was in it, though; the death of Dwayne and the heat were mitigating factors.
	He humped, made as much penetration as possible, then instructed the girls to scurry way underneath the abandoned warehouse.  “Go to about the middle where it’s dark.”
	“And stay there until near evening,” he added, “then you can come out and head to the road.” someone would be along eventually.
	August squatted at the wooden dock watching the naked girls make their way under the old building going until he could just barely see them.  Then he fired up the old truck and left the area taking a winding road down to San Miquez.  The road was a bitch, narrow, dirt, and steep.
	Once at the bottom and there was little room to turn around.  No one was about and it was about ten times as hotter than up at the surface two hundred feet up.  The river was green and deep right off from the edge.  August wasted no time and drug the lifeless body of Dwayne Beeter out, apologized and set him off into the water.
	After standing in the sweltering heat a few more minutes he got gone.

	The old truck needed gas, the refrigerator at home needed food.  Next stop was the Gas & Go and the Try & Save.  While fueling up he noticed the wrist worn EMAD flashing.  The indicator lights began indicating life.  That was something.  It had happened before—August just assumed that the unit was overused.  Other than that he had no idea, the Device didn’t come with instructions—or a warranty.
	While fueling he noted something else—something of more interest.

*

suck me, fuck me, make me write bad checks
	She stood watching them, pussy tingling, fingering said pussy, but strangely not interested enough to “get involved.”  Her involvement was already at the limit coercing her siblings into frivolity that they sort of kind of wouldn’t normally do.  They would—under certain circumstances but then again—what they would do under those certain circumstances wouldn’t be as bold as what they were doing under controlled circumstances.
	Got that?
	Zach was having the time of his life.  He enjoyed humping those in the Dungeon, that was cool.  He didn’t like being spanked, fucked in the ass, or sucking cock, but humping the girls of the Dungeon—and the one woman, that was good.
	Brandy had really opened herself up—to brother Zach.  She still loved horses, but being naughty with Zach was something else, too.  The EMAD controlling her had freed her of her inhibitions and allowed her to be free; free of modesty, reservations, and morals. 
	While Zach stuffed himself into Brandy’s ass—Alyssa licked out Brandy’s cunt.  The three of them were on the clean living room floor with the sisters sixty-nining.  Carly, directing, sat on her knees nearby captivated totally.  She couldn’t shake the feelings that were stirred up inside her.
	Soon and Carly found herself giving her brother a spanking.  Not hard, or not TOO hard—but as he humped Brandy she slapped/spanked his pumping ass.  She still fingered herself, too—but didn’t yearn to get stuff by Zach’s prick but by August’s!
	What was happening to her?  She couldn’t figure it—but she could finger it!

	Calvin, Rocky, and Nick took turns peeing, with Rocky having to “sit.”  It was ok to watch a guy pee but it was gross to watch and listen to a guy to the Number Two.  Afterwards, though, the boys stood for Carly’s perusal.  And she did peruse!  Calvin and Rocky were twelve, Rocky had the better body and looked a little older than he was.  Nick—Nick was a sweet boy of nine and Calvin was ok, too.
	It was late, a little before midnight, siblings Alyssa, Brandy, and Zach were in the living room asleep.  Carly had been asleep until the light signal flickered alerted her to someone in need.  For a minute or so she held herself at the doorway staring at the boys as they were lined up shoulder to shoulder.
	For the most part they were themselves but controllable.  Their minds were locked preventing them to be more of themselves—to talk, to act, to move on their own, etc.  Carly’s eyes were on Rocky—specifically his dangling penis.  She realized then that (on her own) she hadn’t sucked on Zach’s cock yet!
	Stepping up to Rocky she began fondling his prick.
	It didn’t take long before the boy got a stiffy.
	Carly masturbated the growing hard cock finally going to her knees…

*

	A new truck would be nice—real nice.
	A new trailer would be great.
	A new locale; someplace cooler, higher elevation, and maybe not so far away from civilization would do the trick.  There were mitigating details, though; too many.  It wasn’t as easy as one-two-three; and where to start?  A new truck, a new trailer (or cabin)?  All it took was money.  A plan, a destination, a backup plan, and money.
	The EMAD had the key to those pesky needs.  Overwhelming the minds of various subjects for his sexual pleasure was one thing.  Overwhelming the minds of subjects working say like in a BANK was something else.  It gave cause to thought.  Serious thought.  He knew he could do it—but he had to contend with Bank Security—cameras and guards.  How many tellers would be working, how many customers, how many managers and other bank personnel wandering around.  

	An EMAD paved the way for various conquests; he could be a Super Hero, a super spy, a do-gooder, a super villain, the world’s best bank robber?  Sexual conquest had been his thing but with the burden of living remotely, traveling about in a questionable old truck, the thoughts began in August to make a new venture.
*

	A river of cum spewed from Calvin’s piss slit—most squirted into Carly’s mouth with the rest onto her face.  Though merely ten, Carly’s cunt was drenched in her own juices exciting her and sending her into a euphoric high.  It was a dizzying array of mixed thoughts and emotions—sucking cock was awesome!  Fingering her pussy into a frenzy?  Awesome!  Getting squirted on by a twelve year old?  Freakin’ fantastic!
	A myriad of emotions swelled in the young girl—the whole naughty business as a whole was the thing.  Having control over the boys, being naked with them, sucking their cocks, getting them to squirt on her.  Awesome!  She really couldn’t put her finger—er, thoughts on what was it that made her so horny.
	Her entire body tingled.  It was a feeling like she had never before experienced—but wanted to over and over again and again.  It was freakin’ awesome!  The more her cunny tingled and the more she couldn’t satisfy it the more she sucked cock getting the boys to cum in her mouth and on her face.
	Finally there was something happening in her young body—a release like never before.  It was like—it was like taking a real hard pent up piss!  Her entire body just suddenly relaxed.  Her pussy was soaked, streams of some clear liquid coated her cunt and drenched her legs.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she said out of character.
	Then she heard the truck door slam.

	There was no time to do anything, she stood at the door in a bit of fright—would he be pissed?  She debated about telling him everything—or anything.  She stood nakedly at the door, hands behind her—waiting.
	Three girls and a boy were with August.  He looked haggard, sweaty, worn out.  The girls, clothed, were about ten to eleven years young with one of them having wet pants.  The lone boy was about twelve.  They all were “zombiefied” and ushered into the trailer quickly.
	Carly went to the dungeon door,
	“No, keep ‘em up here.”

	“Would you like some dinner?” Carly asked.
	“Cold drink.” August said instead. 
	The Newbies were escorted into the living room—where August found the slumbering Tobile siblings.  August looked over his shoulder to Carly.
	“Been busy.” he stated.
	Carly handed off the cold drink shrugging, chewing a lip, being curiously fearful, “Is it alright?”
	“Yes.”
	Carly was relieved.  But there was, of course, more.
	“There’s more.” she said in a child-like manner.
	“Ok.”
	“I let them outside.”
	August stared at her; Carly anticipated a spanking—and not one out of sexual love, either.  
	But the man nodded his head, “Ok.”
	“I-I had control of them.” Carly blurted to make it better.
	August continued to nod approvingly, “It’s ok.” he assured her.
	“Anything else?” he asked already knowingly assuming.
	Carly sighed, “Three boys in the bathroom.”
	“Ok.”

	“So what are you going to do with them?” although that was already sort of assumable, she had to ask for clarity just the same.
	“Go into their minds, each at a time, take time to rewire them,”
	“Rewire them?”
	“Yeah, to—to make them more of themselves but controllable.”  To make them more of themselves without the hang-up of knowing better; knowing better than they shouldn’t be going about naked, going about naked in the presence of others, going about naked in the presence of a grown naked man, and engaging in sexual merriment with the grown naked man. 
	There were five in the Dungeon for consideration, Paige, Rocky, Nick, Nancy, and her son, Calvin.  What to do—what to do (with them.)  Of course, the original plan was to have his way with them—check, then release them—not checked.  Bonnie and Cynthia had been returned to civilization with the unfortunate circumstances of Dwayne floating out to sea—eventually.
	August rather liked Paige, he had liked Bonnie and Cynthia, too.  But they couldn’t stay—not indefinitely.  He had had his time with them and there was always replacements.  With an EMAD—always.

	But first, a bath and then a long nap.  The re-wiring of the Newbies would have to wait.  The boys were gawked at by August, but he wasn’t in the mood to fool with them and had Cindy take them back into the cellar.  Then he slipped into the bath joined by Cindy a few minutes later.  She lay on him, grinded her still hot and bother pussy against his cock and they snuggled.  All thoughts of her “home”; Daddy; school, previous life, all washed away—thanks be to the almighty EMAD (and re-wiring of her own mind unbeknownst to her!)

*

banging the sheep
	The Newbies; Angela Beeth, Gianna Devecko, Julie Savannah, and Michael Carny.  Michael was the oldest at twelve, six months from being thirteen.  Angela was next in age at eleven, four months from being twelve.  Gianna and Julie were ten with Julie just turning ten and Gianna five months away from turning eleven.
	A good group and easily swayed by the mighty ability of August Moone’s EMAD.  He assumed that it’s earlier malfunctioning was due to “overuse.”  He wasn’t sure but he went with it to satisfy himself until a later time.  
 	After a night’s rest, breakfast, and shuttling breakfast down to the those in the Dungeon, then escorting those in the Dungeon to the bathroom, August began his re-wiring work on the Newbies.  It was just the beginning, just enough to calm them—make them controllable w/o the EMAD’s direct influence.  Verbal commands from their Host would suffice; they, too, would have to obey Carly.
	Carly was cool with that—way cool.
	Julie had the wet pants; in the bathroom she was stripped down.  She was a pretty girl, big eyes of blue, missing her canines, dainty emerald earrings, some finger rings, and a nice pleasant smell of rose scent about her.  A little shorter than most girls in her age group, she had a delightful smile and August had seen her tug at her butt working her panties out of her crevice on the sly.
	August tried to have undo her clothing on her own but there was a mishap and he had to do the task himself.  And that was alright, he didn’t mind and copped a feel of the girl as he did so.  She didn’t have much of a chest to speak of—and that was ok, too.
	Once naked—August fingered her out then helped her into the shower.  Carly joined in, too.

	August seemed enamored with the new girl; a sort of odd fascination, an attraction more than lustful.  The girl was not well tan but mostly lily white with just the arms and lower legs tan.  Lovely-lovely brown hair with matching emerald hair braids.  Standing up with his mighty erection steaming and Carly behind the girl, August eased his manhood into the girl’s mouth.  She right at the proper height and Carly helped work the girl’s head back and forth.
	“How’s come she wont do it on her own?” Carly asked.
	“Some brain waves are different that others,” August supplied, “I mean, we ALL have brain wave patterns, but they are all different.”
	“Soooo, the EMAD can only capture SOME brain waves?”
	“Right, and of those patterns captured only some can be manipulated to follow verbal or EMAD command input commands.”
	August was too tired to seriously continue humping Julie’s mouth, he did a fair bit and imagine cumming off in her mouth and shooting a gob onto her chest.  Later.  He just wanted her clean (and naked); an introduction so to speak.  Out of the shower they dried and returned the girl to the living room.
	For some reason, after a sigh and sizing up the living room people,
	“Stay here, keep watch.” he told Carly.
	“Ok.”
	Angela was then escorted into the bathroom—she was a little more susceptible to verbal commands and August was glad of that.  The girl was eleven, had some form to her—a head and then some taller than the previous Julie, wore glass, raven dark hair, and intoxicating all over.  She was just as flat as Julie but had the beginnings of being lumpy.
	Nice panties, kiddie panties despite being eleven.
	A nice muffin greeted the eager August, a slight covering of poon fur, they had just sprouted.  She was a little musty betwixt the legs and after sizing her up all over—feeling of her butt, fingering her pussy, cupping her kiddie breasts, he ushered her into the shower and “talked” her into sucking him.
	She made faces, retched, gagged, and thru Q&A never had given “head” before.  She HAD, though, masturbated a neighbor boy friend.  The boy didn’t necessarily do same to her but she DID let him see what she looked like between the legs.  Nothing more followed.
	A curiosity there was, though, of what it would be like to have sex.
	August was pleased, hugged the girl and rubbed his aching prick all over her face, then her chest, then between her legs before getting her on her hands and knees and with a soaped up schlong tried anal play.  

	August was on his way into sodomizing Angela when Carly and Nancy came to the no-door bathroom entrance.
	“She has to go.” Carly said.
	August locked eyes with the woman—she looked mindless but was she?  Carly shrugged, she didn’t know, either.  Nancy was guided to the toilet and was heard to pee, fart, and possibly do a Number Two.  She seemed greatly relieved to be relieved.  August watched her for a moment then returned to humping Newbie Angela.
	Gianna was next.  A strong Italian featured girl, small frame, small face, bright eyes of brown, lovely-lovely brown hair, bright personality.  She had been featured on some local commercials, too—her Daddy owned and operated a car dealership in Desert City and Dithmore (another desert town further upwind).  She had done some ice cream commercials, real estate, and once for a politician of the city.
	A nice girl—‘specially naked.
	She had younger siblings and older ones, they too had made commercial ventures but not as much as Gianna.  Had she seen her brothers younger and older naked?  That was a given.  Gianna seemed readily receptive to the now working EMAD—she was more of herself than not and August was more than pleased.  
	It was odd but acceptable—the girl seemed not aware of the fact that she was kidnapped.  Going naked and being naked with a grown naked man, being felt out, fingered seemed perfectly acceptable—along with sucking his manhood and laying out on the bathroom floor to be penetrated.
	She made a face as her virginity was destroyed.  She grunted and groaned and made more faces as the mighty man schlong slithered into her sex—she was a small girl and the cock was BIG.  But it was her first time, normally, August would have a younger cock do the busting first.  But he couldn’t wait.  He wanted Julie, too.
	Michael was last and he, too, was more of himself than not.  He seemed to have no problem following August’s commands—all praise be to the EMAD.  Something had happened to it—it had been off-line for some time and when it had been on it hadn’t worked all that well.  Now—now it was working fine and more than fine.
	Although that was great with August, he wondered the why of it.
	With Michael naked, August held the boy to him, caressed his butt, spanked it, fondled his cock, and had the boy do like wise.  In the shower and August wasted little time in having the boy suck him.  Michael didn’t hesitate and performed the oral job without making much of a face about it.

	That was followed up by good ole sodomy.
	Michael was a virgin, he had never had sex with anyone but himself; he HAD seen little girls naked (five years to seven years).  They were cousins and family friends and though he was curious (about girls in general) he was not THAT curious to molest.
	Girls his age he was curious about—very curious but he was a nice boy and kept his curiosity minimal.  He DID jerk off now and then thinking about several girls he knew.  Never got caught.  He had no siblings.
	After drying there was super and then a very needful nap.

	One more round with the Dungeonites—then they would be released like the others.  Hopefully, though, not like Dwayne.  The boy’s death still bothered him—mostly ‘cause he didn’t know what exactly caused it.  It was assumed that the suddenness of the EMAD zapping must of shocked the boy too much.  Something.
	Paige, Rocky, Nick, Calvin, and Nancy were brought up from the Dungeon—they needed serious bathroom attention and the Dungeon needed cleaning out (and airing out.)  So much to do—so little time.  Alyssa and Brandy were set to clean the Dungeon; Zach and Carly cleaned the Dungeonites.  Sexual involvement was nill—work first, play later.
	Fifteen minutes work on re-wiring the Newbies, then August needed a break.  The Newbies remained zombiefied requiring a few more minutes re-wire work before allowing them to “be themselves.”  A nap was needed and so he took it in his bedroom down the hall.  Carly was in charge.  That was cool, too.
	An hour and a half later and…
	Paige Baneworth gobbled all of Rocky Koock’s cock.  Behind her, August Moone was deeply embedded into Paige’s asshole humping like there was no tomorrow.  He slapped/spanked the girl’s ass, groped her jiggling pre-teen breasts, and sodomized her into next year!
	Carly swore she saw smoke smoldering from the girl’s asshole after August pulled out.  The man was exhausted but continued—having a go at Nancy’s ass (after a brief five minute break.)  
	“Going to have to go further this time.” August told Carly; he didn’t tell her why.  
	Carly was understandably concerned, she knew that she couldn’t go with him—she had continuing responsibilities at the trailer.  Going for a “ride” was Paige, Rocky, and Calvin.  The two hugged and Carly said,
	“Be safe, Dad.”
	August smiled, his re-wiring was working nicely.

*

	A bit of overcast made the trek a little easier, less sweaty.  Paige sat in the middle of the boys with Calvin beside August as he motivated the old truck down the desert road.  A new truck filled his mind, a new trailer also nestled there.  The living remotely had been a fine idea in the beginning, but after a time out in the remote desert corner it was maybe time to move somewhere else—somewhere cooler?
	The tri-counties comprising of Boone, Chester, and Gilmore were a nice thought; Stanis was east of the tri-county area and the biggest in population.  Boone was the smallest with Chester and Gilmore about even.  Farmland mostly with Boone County having a huge tract of just open fields and meadows.  Two rivers were there, one was dry and one was usually with water feeding into Dangnabbit River.  The industrial city of Quarkton was up river a ways from Boone.
	August had been there prior to setting up stakes where he currently resided.  He hadn’t counted on the superior heat index of living in such a remote area Eighty Acres.  It was a little more than his liking.
	Of course, it was almost heat-for-heat; the Tri-County area plus One (Stanis County) had a trade of of direct heat to humidity.  All that grassy landscape, a marshy meadow, all gave the humidity level something to be considered.
	Just after crossing over Littlefoot Causeway and before Verde Mesa, there was another unpaved road heading off Eastward.  August swung the truck this route.  The road was used mostly by locals as it circumvented Verde Mesa and most of the other small desert towns for one reason or another.  A motorcycle gang sometimes roamed the desert highways and byways and you always should be aware of a backup plan.
	At the crest of a ridge/hill August brought the truck to a stop—piss break.  It was surprisingly a little cooler; the “pass” was only at the 2,000 foot level—the overcast might have had something to do with it, though.  Severe heat still could be felt from the surrounding rocks and ground.  After his piss he turned his attention to Paige.
	The young girl was lovely—which was why he chose to acquire her over two weeks ago.  Laying her out on the bench seat with her ass at the edge, her head on the lap of Calvin Skace.  August eyed the girl’s cunt—he had fucked it more than once, all the boys of the Dungeon had fucked it, it was a nice pussy to fuck.  

 	August flopped his cock against the girl’s cunt, poking the head into her well fucked slit, gliding up and down before slowly once more with feeling penetrating her.
	The drone of an airplane temporarily halted his pleasure.

Don’t trust anyone over 30
	Pearly opaque was the color best describing the spunk matter squirting out of young Nick Kofflma’s cock.  Carly sucked and sucked and sucked draining the boy’s pud—this after having the boy fuck her brains out.  It was quite a scene and still there was mixed feelings swarming throughout her young body.
	She was curious about the Newbies, especially Michael.  He was twelve and would most assuredly have a nice cock to suck and plunge into her pussy.  But until “Dad” returned, they were off-limits.  The Newbies were more zombiefied than the others, Nancy and Nick, and Nancy and Nick were not all that mindless as a zombie—but they were close.
	Anyways, they had to be monitored for signs of “needs”; food and bathroom. Julie Savannah had the “wet” pants issue.  And though unsanitary, August had her stay in the wet pants until he was ready for her.  But if she had to “pee” again it was ok for her to go—but the wet pants would stay on her regardless.
	There was a strange turn-on watching Alyssa and Brandy lick each other out.  Carly found herself absorbed watching the two—then watching as Nick and Zach took their turns fucking the girls then double teaming Nancy.  
	“Have the boys double penetrate Nancy.” August had told Carly.
	“Ok.” 
	Hours later and the boys were double penetrating Nancy.
	That strange unique feeling was once more tingling in her cunny causing the young girl to “get after it”.  After the “getting after” didn’t satisfy her she copped a squat on sister Alyssa’s face and wriggled herself.  That helped.
	Alyssa’s tongue action made Carly’s tingle—all over; she tweaked and pinched her own nipples and felt a freshening she didn’t understand.  It was a desire—a strong desire to be really-really naughty.  The exactness of what that all entailed was a little elusive, though.
	Slowly she found herself drawn to lay down on Alyssa and lick her pussy.  Zach positioned himself behind her—after his tryst with Nancy, and began a nice butt fuck on his sister.  
	Somewhere along the way and Carly fell asleep.  
	Somewhere during that sleep—Nancy Skace made a break for it.

	The whinny of Atom Might awoke Carly with a startle.  And the frightening cluck of the chickens and the mighty ruckus of Atom Might brought Carly to the door window to peer out—and see that Nancy Skace was trying to curtail/control Atom Might and mount him.  Mount him not in the way Brandy had mounted him for sexual pleasure, either!
	“Get up!” shouted Carly to her sibs, “She’s trying to get away!”
	Alyssa was a little confused but Brandy seemed more into it.  Out on the porch the girls raced with Carly trying to get Nancy’s brain wave pattern relocked on the EMAD.  Nancy, though, was pissed and moving about too much for a proper lock.
	Alyssa was of no help whatsoever.
	Brandy raced to Atom Might to calm him—Nancy saw Carly on the porch and said something unintelligible then turn and just started running!  Brandy had her hands full calming the upset horse and risked getting trampled.  Carly still couldn’t get a mind lock on the fleeing Nancy and Alyssa—still no help.
	Carly was freaking out—if Nancy somehow managed to get help…
	Of course, the paved highway was 20 miles away.  It was a lovely 105 degrees out.  The sand was a bit warm.  And Nancy Skace was naked.  Still, though, Carly was freaking.
	Brandy managed to calm Atom Might and afterwards, motivated by her sister’s freaking out, mounted the mighty horsey—but not for sexual purposes, grabbed a length of rope and hauled ass out of the stall.  Carly bounded off of the porch and out some distance from the trailer—before realizing that the sand at her bare feet was HOT!
	So much trouble was she going to get in!
	Even if Nancy didn’t make it to get help—she could get hurt.  That wouldn’t be good, either.  Carly stamped her feet, realized that it was blazing hot out and high tailed back to the porch.  Brandy was making good getting up to the fleeing Nancy; she tried to lasso Nancy but missed once-twice-three times.  Finally pissed off heeled Atom Might (no spurs on bare feet) and just ran the fleeing woman over.
	There was still plenty of fight in Nancy Skace; she jumped up and tried to fight—Atom Might!  Didn’t work.  The horse reared and toppled the young girl riding him.  Luckily the girl fell on soft sand—it was still mighty hot and not friendly to her naked skin.
	Nancy faced off with Atom Might but was distracted by the approaching EMAD wielding Carly riding one of the other horses.  
	“NOOOO!” screamed Nancy, “Keep away from me!” she turned, tumbled, and upon coming up tried the old trick of tossing sand into your eyes.  Horsey Pepper didn’t go for that shit and very nearly stomped the living shit out of Nancy—she managed to roll out of the way just in time.  
	When Nancy stood up seething pissed offedness all over—
	“GOT YOU BITCH!” Carly shouted.
	Nancy twitched, tweaked, and frothed at the mouth and struggled against the mightiness of the mind altering device in the young girl’s hand.  And for a time she was winning but the EMAD finally won out and Nancy was “captured.”
	“Sonofabitch!” Carly said heaving.
	Brandy petted Atom Might saying “Let’s head back!” without really knowing what had happened!  Carly used the rope to secure Nancy—and kicked her in the butt for good measure, then forced her to walk back to the trailer some 200 yards away.
	Once at the trailer and horsey Pepper put in her stall, Carly had the task of dealing with Nancy some more.  Brandy was once more laying down on Atom Might drinking in his horsey sweat.  It excited her and she humped the mighty horse.  Carly figured Daddy August would like to see her do that.  But first, Nancy!
*

It’s National Hump Day—go out and hump something!
(then blog about it so everyone can share and eventually get the whole world off!)
	Front side down or front side up—it made little difference, both were equally pleasing with subtle differences.  Front side up and there were the jiggling titties to look at.  The girl often had a pretty face, golden hair to lovely shades of brown gently coiffing her face, and a super delicious pussy to top off the viewing pleasure.
	Front side down and there was the nice backside, the curvy ass, and the view of his cock sliding in and out.  It was a tantalizing feeling that was long lasting and August Moone hoped it would last indefinitely.
	The heat began to become intense—a stiff breeze washed over the area bringing a mix of cool air and hot.  Clouds were assembling and a possible thunderstorm was imminent.  August couldn’t remember the last time a storm had come thru the area—but then he hadn’t been in the “area” all that long.

	Down the hill from the ridge and on for twenty miles to the backside of a desert national park.  A little further on and there was where off-roaders congregated to play with their machines.  RVers were everywhere, there were facilities, a ranger station…

	The crack of thunder even caught August off-guard.  He liked storms—when they were far off.  Right up close, overhead—that wasn’t cool.  Thunder was bad enough but often the lightning was worse.  There were many roads thru the desert—most were better off left alone (especially during a thunderstorm!)  August made his way carefully along a narrow desert road next to a dry wash then up along the ridge where there really wasn’t much of a road to speak of.
	His cock ached.
	No, his cock HURT!
	For years he had had no action—then all at onced he was having more than he bargained for.  His balls tingled, his whole body as a whole was worn out.  Stowed behind the seat was some money—enough money to get him a nice used pick-up.  The EMAD was working wonders and he didn’t know why.  His knowledge of the inner mysterious workings of the mind altering device were elusive to him.  Inasmuch as was the crystal EMAD-like device embedded in his chest.  In the beginning, years and years earlier, before EMAD devices plagued the Nations of the world, August had come to find he was with incredible minding power.
	It was short lived.
	He didn’t remember his past; his parents, where he came from, schools he went to, friends, work, nothing.  It was like he didn’t exist prior to just a few years ago.  But that couldn’t be, could it?  There were “memory” ingrams that popped into his mind now and then—images he couldn’t rightly determine their validity.  The “where” and “how” and “why” of those images just didn’t provide enough information to draw a firm conclusion.  He had to let it be and allow time to assemble the images like a jigsaw puzzle.  A really fucked up jigsaw puzzle!
	The eleven year old girl in the motorcycle outfit astride a dirt bike motorcycle was cute—long flowing dark hair out from under her green and white helmet.  A boy a little older apparently was her brother and it was guessed that the two probably were sexually active.  Probably.  They were brother and sister so it was a given that to some extent they played hanky-panky together along with riding dirt bikes.

	The breeze was stiffening, the air cooling, the clouds rumbling.  August took his piss, shook the cobwebs of fraught from his mind, shook his cock for the customary ‘piss shake’ then heard unmistakable voices and someone in peril.
	With the stiffening breeze, though, determining “where” the peril one was was difficult to determine right off.  The “voices” stopped; carried off by the wind?  Or something more sinister?  August stayed still turning his head slightly listening—all he heard was the wind and his heart beat.

Aeon Hole
	On the few maps that were dedicated to the area it was called Aeon Hole, to the locals it was simply A-hole.  There was a small-small narrow-narrow road up along the ridge getting one within five hundred yards of the old-old mining hole operation—long since abandoned.  But at one time several miners had found their fortune—and unfortunate demise bringing out precious ore.  Most of the mine was closed off—due to the miners themselves and then Mother Nature.
	There was a water hole, a hole going down twenty feet opening to a large horizontal cave that was massive in all directions, then another hole dropping down into the abyss.  Just how far down?  No one knew and no one wanted to find out.
	For a scant few minutes the stiffening breeze had ceased long enough for August to get a bearing.  To one side of the truck, nasty skin and bone breaking jagged rocks jutting out just enough to be a problem.  To the other side a nice drop off of a couple hundred feet along nice rugged bone crushing rocks, a few cacti, some lone dead trees, and steep rugged terrain that if you should be misfortunate enough to fall that way—well, it was best just to hold ceremonial services at the roadway and let it be at that.
	August precariously brought his old truck up as close to A-hole as he could get it.  The road went a little further on and he wasn’t sure exactly where else it went or if it went back down to the desert floor OR if there was room to turn around.  With the approaching storm and evening fall he wasn’t looking forward to backing up the five miles to the beginning of the road OR spending the night there.
	Someone was in peril, though, and it was his duty as a citizen to lend a hand.  And, of course, he was encouraged due to the voice in peril that was screaming for help sounded female.  Of course!

	At the top of a jutting boulder was a boy about twelve waving frantically to get August’s attention.  He got it.  Getting up to the boy’s position was the next trick.  There was some choices, none of which were very good but a sandy trail used by skinny rabbits was found and up August went.  A crack of thunder and blinding lightning indicated that the pending storm was no longer pending—it was here.
	“Perfect.” drawled dryly August.  He made his way to boy—the boy meet him and was frantic.
	“We need help!” said the boy in a panic.
	Down A-hole was the boys hiking companions and one was in trouble; she had slipped and got wedged in a pool of rising water.  Why it was rising was not known but it was rising and she was close to drowning.  Another boy, teenager, was bleeding all over trying to move unmovable rocks.  Another girl teenager was in the water with the imperiled girl trying to keep her chin above water.
	“Go to my truck, get the rope from the back—and from behind the seat.” August told the younger boy, Josh.  Then into the small pool of murky greenish water he went finding the water very cold and deep—he couldn’t touch it’s bottom.  The girl in peril, Melody, was in serious panic; her left leg was caught somehow in the submerged rocks.
	Oh, and she was naked.
	So was the teenage girl with her, the teenage boy, AND the young boy who had gotten August’s attention—the boy slipped on his walking shorts prior to getting August’s attention, but that was all he put on.  It was amusing but August kept his cool and submerged himself to see what he could do—if anything.
	Melody’s leg was nicely wedged—how she managed to get it so wasn’t known—how to free it was even less known.  And the water of the small pool the kids had been secretly skinny dipping in was rising.
	Josh returned with the ropes.  
	August determined that Melody was going to have to experience more frightening panic as the only way to free her was to have her push down—to submerge herself.  She would have to take a deep-deep breath and hold it while he attempted to free her trapped leg.  The problem, of course, if the act to free her leg didn’t work—then the girl was doomed as she would be out of needful air.
	August’s hands gently guided the naked fifteen year old down—her panic mode escalated causing August to panic.  He himself had to come up for air—the look on Melody’s face wasn’t good.

	With the ropes a particular rock was wrestled with,
	“You’re going to have to go down,” August breathed pulling Melody up so she could get air, “tie this rope to the truck and back it up—slowly!”
	The water was rising and poor Melody had her head tilted back as far as it would go.  “I’m going to see where this water is coming in.” and took a deep to do so.
	Way down deep, almost ten feet below the panicky teenager’s feet was something of a valve.  That was odd.  What the fuck was a “valve” doing embedded in the rocks!  Turning the valve stopped the flow of water, but the teenager was still in peril.  Surfacing and the girl was close to drowning.  Bradley held her friend’s chin up but the sloshing water still managed to get into her mouth.  
	The rope from the truck to one of the more less stern rocks went taut and there was movement—and August was about to have one as more than just the one rock “moved.”  A collapse was in the works.  
	Surfacing quickly August shouted,
	“NEW PLAN!” and had the young Josh go stop Ted in the truck.
	Bradley was panicking, though the water had stopped coming in all the sloshing was still filling Melody’s mouth.  When Josh returned,
	“In my truck, pick axe and shovel.  Hurry!”
	The edging around the small pond was not all rock, and that that was rock could easily be chipped and hopefully drain off some of the water.  There was more to the cave to explore, he needed a light and a map.  Neither of which he had handy—he assumed that the valve he had found was somehow tied into the mining operations some 40 years prior.  Draining off water from one area to another for some reason.
	The boys returned with the axe and shovel and quickly began notching a water course draining off the water.  Everyone was relieved when the water got below Melody’s chin and then her neck.  August went back down again to see what he could do about the trapped leg—it was then—and only then, that he snuck a look at the girl’s coochie.  The water was crystal clear and allowed for such viewing despite the lack of proper light.  There was just enough light from the cave opening to give a decent looksee.
	With Bradley right there at her friend’s side—August also could see her.  He was pleased, and hard.  The cool water seriously eased the ache in his sex parts and with the water draining away enough to ease everyone’s panic, August took his time.  He had to determine the best course of action without harming himself, the girl, or anyone else.  
	At length he came up and sat on the rim of the pond, the boys had chipped as much of the pond’s lip as they could—getting down to the hard rock before exhaustion took them.  
	“Ok, here it is,” August explained, “you’re going to have pull and pull HARD!”  He didn’t know for sure what exactly would happen but using the axe as a lever he would jostle the rock trapping Melody’s foot and pray for the best.
	Ted and Melody would do the pulling.  There wasn’t much room and the two teenagers had to be skin to skin.  There was only a slight sidewise glance from the two to one another—then they embarrassingly returned to their task at hand.
	One more dive and he gave the signal.

	And so there they were—
	Bradley Hey, Ted McGriffen, Josh Hardon, and Melody Duette.  Naked.  They were friends, hiking friends, hiked into danger following leads about a mysterious cave in the ridge.  Their families were camped at the RV area down below the ridge.  
	Bradley Hey, sixteen, was not a virgin.  She had a boyfriend she gave up her nookie to; provided, of course, that he wrapped his invader.  She didn’t take it in the ass but did give hand job AND suck.  Her First Time was when she was nigh but eleven years young with a neighborhood boy of the same age.  A few more times thru the year they hooked up.  When she turned twelve she got her period and she lessoned her sexual involvement.
	Ted had amazing looks, he looked like model material; good hair, brilliant smile, good pleasing looks all around.  His sexual romps were to a cousin and her best friend.  Two at once!  His First Time was at the ripe age of thirteen—the cousin and her best friend were twelve.
	Melody Duette was not a virgin, either; she was mostly into self pleasuring but took to using various vegetables in lieu of cum squirting cocks.  Her First Time was at the tender age of ten with a visiting cousin she adored.  He was fifteen and she adored him and after catching him masturbating late one night was talked into getting naked with him.  He fingered her, licked her pussy, then managed to talk her into sex.  Her next sexual encounter was with her swimming coach when she was thirteen.  
	Josh Hardon had no First Time but he was eager.  He was an avid masturbator, humped his bed, and yearned greatly to get properly laid.  Having girls who were friends of his age was nice but the likes of Bradley and especially Melody increased that yearning.  

	When he was invited to go along with them on a day hiking trip up to the top of the ridge AND heard whispers about a possible skinny dipping adventure—young Josh had a permanent hard-on all the way.
	It was Ted who found the pipe valve; the pool of water they had found in the cave was less than thrilling as it was way-way low.  Too low to enjoy a good skinny dip romp.  The pipe valve was old and rusty with just a bit of water covering it.  With dire determination he and Josh turned the valve letting in a flood of water.
	Too much water.
	Of course, it would have been alright if Melody hadn’t of gotten her foot caught.  It wasn’t her fault and the ankle was not so good and in need of medical attention.  Stiffly wrapped, though, and it would be fine.
	“If you could, if she would let you, would you fuck Bradley?”
	Ted blinked his eyes, furrowed his brow, and nodded in the affirmative.  He did likewise when asked if he would like to put it to Melody.  They were friends, all friends, and though going skinny dipping was one thing—sexual engagement was something else.  (they also had been smoking pot!)
	Ted was not into boys—not even curious.  There were no homosexual tendencies in Ted McGriffin.  August smiled, ‘we’ll see about that!’
	Both Bradley and Melody had only a moderate thought about having sexual relations with Ted, Melody a little more than Bradley.  Neither had thoughts of engaging with Josh—although with more prying, August uncovered that Bradley would consider relations with Josh, if they were alone!
	Josh had no homosexual tendencies, either.  He was straight and only wanted to fuck Bradley and Melody.  They girls seemed unabashed about stripping to their skin and getting into the pool of rising water.  Ted shucked his clothes and Josh had been last.  He was a little embarrassed but it was kind of dark at the cave pool and absolute viewing of anyone’s nakedness was nil.
	After prying into their minds, settling them down, slight preliminary re-wiring, August hustled them out of the cave having them get back into their clothes—just in case they were seen then August could fake it and claim the rescue.
	His wrist worn EMAD—which resembled a diver’s watch, was working fine; it was quirky—just like a woman!  A little more time was spent re-wiring the group—settling them down and pre-empting their thoughts in regards to their past; family, friends, former life, etc.  Then it was all about getting them to the truck and making tracks.

	Easier said than done.
	The “road” was already questionable to begin with just getting to the abandoned miner’s cave.  Going backwards was not really an option for two reasons—one, it was hazardous to dangerous and two; it would take back too far and too close to the group’s family who by now was probably looking for their missing children in the midst of an approaching storm and time they had been away.
	So going forward was the only viable option.
	There really was no road.  A vehicle had been up along the ridge a few times but not in a long-long time.  A couple of hefty rocks had to be negotiated—into moving out of the way.  The use of Ted and a cheater bar helped out but the narrow-narrow pathway along the ridge made August reconsider more than once about backing up.
	The rains came just as August came to where the ridge path began to turn downward.  That was almost as precarious as going up and traveling along the top of the ridge.  A thousand foot descent there was to the flat land and a small desert road below.  The right front tire was in serious need of being replaced—with the money he had managed to abscond with from the Get Gas Now & Deli store he knew he should have.
	The brakes squeaked and squalled as the truck skidded somewhat down almost sideways as it ran across the exposed limestone.  The light rain didn’t help—the heavy rain that came minutes later made it worse.  August had been in perilous positions before while exploring the desert—this adventure topped the list.  Going sideways down a steep descent wasn’t cool; no, not cool at all.

	“I have to pee.”
	No more than half way down and Melody had to pee.  August was already hot on the brakes—they would need replaced, too.  The truck had straightened out but was scraping the side of the rocky path; the front near bald tire shuddering until finally it blew.
	“Shit!  Fuck!  Piss!  Motherfucker!” August bitched aloud.  His passengers remained silent, staring straight ahead, unaware of their new pending peril.
	“Hold it!” he told the girl.  There was still quite a bit of real estate to traverse, flat tire and all, and the rain was coming down harder.
	Well, at least it would keep the flying searchers at bay.

	“Piss thru your pants.” 
	Melody blinked her eyes and made a face of “huh?” but then began to relieve herself—pissing thru her pants that were damp from non-dying after her swimming incident and standing out in the slight rainfall beside the truck.
	It was a good piss and August enjoyed it.
	When done, August had the girl undo her pants and push them down.  August did likewise with his own and stood blatantly masturbating before the naughty girl.  She was oblivious.  There was a fine line between having the Subject “be themselves” and “zombiefied.”  Melody seemed to waver right on the crux.  She was herself—but then again—not so much.  She would follow verbal commands (and that was good) and when her needs became pressing (like the need to pee) then she would state so.  But other than that she would require verbal input.
	Well, so be it.  More re-wiring was required but first—
	Working her green cottony soaked panties down August turned her to the truck and against the passenger side seat.  For a minute he stood in the drizzling rain looking at her—she had a nice fine tan body; her pussy was very well trimmed; she was fine all over and August took to fingering her pissy pussy getting more than aroused.
	A more fitting place was, of course, home.  Out of the fucking rain.  Doing naughty to a Subject out in the open was nothing new to August Moone, but the circumstances were a little less to his liking.  His mood already soured by the flat tire on his truck AND the fact that it was a remedy he shouldn’t long since taken care of—so off came Melody’s pants (and pissy panties), her feet planted on the headboard of the truck’s interior, her body on the laps of the others August slid his throbbing manhood into her pussy and had a good hearty fuck.

	Changing a flat during a hailstorm—that was a first for August.  Twice he had to dive back into the truck’s cab as the hail got to be a bit much.  He figured it was God throwing shit at him.  He waited and watched the small cracks in the windshield spider web out more and more.  
	“I have to pee.” announced Bradley.  August sighed, smiled, farted, and when the hail had let up enough eased the sixteen year old out.  Teenage girls like Bradley and Melody were alright, nothing wrong with them.  Teenage BOYS—well, he had his limit at about thirteen.  Ted was ok but it was pushing it in the sexual want department.  

	Bradley was—a tomboy type girl, horse rider, rock climber, a little rugged in the features territory.  She was pretty, though; beautiful blue eyes; but she was a serious kind of girl.  August saw she had potential, though; there was just something about her that drew him to her.
	Down came her pants—the girl undoing them and shucking them herself.  Powder blue panties with a nice muffin greeting him.  He smiled more and told her, “pee thru your panties.”
	A slight hesitation as she mulled the command over—then she was letting go the flow pissing hard thru her panties.  It had only been thirty minutes since he had stuffed his aching bone into Melody—
	After the pee August got the girl out of her clothes completely.  In the light (that was dimming due to the encroaching evening type time) the girl looked really nice.  The dim light of the cave had been alright but broad daylight was very much better!
	Holding the girl to him she still amazingly smelled good!  Her hair mostly.  It felt good to hold her, to squeeze and caress her.  Teenage girls were good!  After feeling of her ass he turned her into the truck laying her down across the laps of the others.  He noted Josh batting his eyes and making a face of confusion—the lock on his mind was waning.  August was pretty sure that even without the EMAD’s influence on the young boy, he would be willing to “go along” with August and the pursuit of sexual conquest of the girls.  
	It was a safe bet, too, that Ted would be likewise.
	The girls?  Not so much…

	What a day!  His knuckles were racked due to the stubbornness of the lug nuts on the tire he had to change—which took him three attempts during the rain and hailstorm; a rescue of a damsel in distress; returning some sheep back to flock; the acquisition of said damsel and her fellow hiking companions; his wrist worn EMAD was working again.
	A banner day.
	Plus he had negotiated the ridge and survived the descent.
	Once home—
	“I have something to tell you.” said a dejected Carly.
	It wasn’t Carly’s fault and August didn’t fault her.  He did, though, take troublemaker Nancy outside and secure her to the rails surrounding the stable.  He still hadn’t had time to mess with the first new wave of Newbies!  He was trying to cut down, cut out some of those he had and here he was gaining more!  Oh well, couldn’t be helped.

	“Whattya think we should do?” August asked of Carly.
	“Spank her.” Carly said firmly.  August smiled,
	“Good girl, good suggestion.”
	Nancy Skace was spread eagle-like against the pine rails—stretched out to the limit, too.  August stood behind her assessing what to do with the misbehaving woman when he noted Onrẽ the Goat and his little goaty pecker sticking out some. 
	But first!
	“Wanna help?”
	Carly brightened up saying “Sure!”

The sonofabitch called August
	Nancy braced against the new abuse—being spanked by a belt wielded in the hands of August and his “daughter”, Carly.  Five swats were landed by each; Nancy screamed, cried, and twisted but was held firm just the same.
	“You been a bad girl!” said her tormentor firmly, “And I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson!” but no more spanking followed, instead; with her body wracked from being stretched out so and then spanked so was little threat of retaliation she was released from the pine rails and dragged into the stable.
	“It could have been easy for you, bitch,” August seethed getting his ire up, “you were next.”
	“Next what, you fucking bastard!?”
	August thru her over onto a still wire bound bale of hay, 
	“To be released you stupid fucking whore!” he let that sit in.  She could have avoided punishment if she simply would have waited.  He looked to Carly saying, 
	“You might want to go inside, now.”
	Carly pursed her lips, nodded, then fled to the trailer, closing the door and drawing the curtains.  He knew that she probably would peek but that was alright—the truck block most of the view anyways.
	Nancy thrashed on the bale of hay—August didn’t bother with the EMAD and just used brute force.  Her arms and legs were still recovering from being stretched out so along with her ass still stinging.
	Nothing was said until Nancy saw the small blacksmith’s forge tucked in the corner—and the sonofabitch called August stoking the fire bringing it to life.  Some tools were thrusted into fire and the sonofabitch called August leaned against a stall wall, arms folded, waiting.

	Due to atmospheric conditions, humidity, and other elements—heating up the forge was a trying task and taking more time than August wanted to dedicate to.  So, in the interim he went to the totally stressed out freaking out woman and wrestled with her a might; she still had some amazing fight in her managing to send her foot into August’s crotch temporarily disabling him.
	Nancy then gathered herself and grabbed a horseshit shovel and was about to bring it down onto the sonofabitch when she suddenly went perfectly still.  You could see in her eyes and yea her entire body she was trying to move—trying to but unable to.
	August shook off the pain to his balls and stood, stumbled back against a stall wall and wiped away the tears from his eyes.  He coughed, sputtered, and breathed looking at the woman who had basically disabled him.  “What the fuck?” he blurted.
	“I’m sorry,” said Carly coming up nakedly to his side, “I did it.” And she held up to him the backup EMAD.
	“Good girl.” He managed to say.  
	And though he was awed at how EMADs worked, stunning the mind, capturing the mind, manipulating the mind—he was still amazed.  Here was the bitch woman Nancy Skace holding up a shit shovel ready to bash it against August’s head or wherever she could hit and she was frozen in place.
	August tweaked her nipples—hard.  Each one!  The woman was absolutely frozen still!  Her eyes, though, her eyes were wide not with fright but with sincere severe and a whole lot of pissed offedness.  She seethed rage and if the “hold” of the EMAD should fail she would be quite the handful.
	The sonofabitch called August found Nancy’s grip on the shovel handle pretty tight and it was quite a feat wrestling from her clenching fingers.  Carly stood gulping, sweating, naked, eyes fixed on the very-very pissed off Nancy Skace.
	“Don’t take your eyes off of her, hon.” August said.
	“I wont, Daddy.”
	August, the sonofabitch, smiled.
	Nancy remained standing—totally frozen, her arms still up in the air, her hands locked as if though still holding the shit shovel handle.  August was awed.  He walked around her, stood behind her and “reached around” to grope her pussy, tweak her nipples some more, then pinch her nipples.
	Nancy shuddered in anger—she looked like she was about to bust!

	“Reduce the gain, hon.” August told Carly.
	Carly let out her breath, thought carefully, then with thumb on the “gain” control of the EMAD she adjusted the power output of the mind controlling device, lower it in small-small increments.  On the LCD readout was the strength of the unit’s signal capturing the Target’s brain waves.  Carly studiously watched the middle signal as it decreased from FULL to something less.
	August watched the woman’s eyes and her body.  Slowly—slowly her arms came down.  She wanted to strangle August and that was her aim, August redirected her arms down to her sides.  He was able to move her and did so back to the wired hay bale.  Using rope she was once more secured with her arms and legs pulled outward secured to the stall post beams.
	With a nod to Carly the girl “released” the EMAD’s hold on the Nancy’s mind and she was “herself.”  A rant of bitchdom flew from her mouth—most of which was so vile and so hurried the words were slurred and incomprehensible.  She was pissed!
	August fingered the woman’s pussy—hard!  Then he stripped off his clothes and promptly sodomized the woman as rough and as hard as he could, reaching around to tweak/twist her nipples, too.
	“Where’s my son?” Nancy demanded to know.
	August, standing up on wobbly legs masturbated to empty all his juices onto Nancy’s ass said, “He’s home, now; and you could have been so to.” If you hadn’t been a bad girl.
	Over to the forge he went stoking the fire some more, checking the irons within—then pulling one out and checking it against a piece of hanging leather.  The iron (branding) was red hot and very muchly burned the cow hide.  Nancy began to freak as she knew what was about to happen.
	“Carly, go inside.”
	Carly obedient obeyed and fled to the trailer.
	August slowly made way to the wrenching Nancy.
	“NOOOOOOO!” she screamed.
	August twirled the iron that had a rearing goat with a pronounced cock.  The iron was twirled and twirled before being pressed to Nancy’s twitching ass.
	There was a sharp scream from Nancy but she had reached that point of where her words and cries could not be heard.  The stench of burnt flesh annoyed the horses and they were already upset by Nancy’s antics—August pressed the handmade branding iron HARD against the woman’s ass until she passed out.
	The stench of her burnt flesh lingered a long while.

*

	Rain came down almost in sheets; the air was significantly cooler; even the scent of horse poo was washed away.  Sprawled across the bale of baled hay Nancy Skace twisted, cussed, and demanded to be let go.
	“Not just yet.”
	The stench of her burnt flesh could still be smelled; the sting of the burnt flesh could still be felt—this determined by the woman’s ass twisting all about.  August stood nakedly between her outstretched legs, masturbating.  Cocking his head, cracking his neck, he stood in deep thought all the while the rain fell.  Behind him, in the trailer, a pair of young eyes watched him.
	When the rain let up the sonofabitch called August ambled to the trailer.  Inside the Newbies and the second wave of Newbies were clustered in the living room in a mindless sort of way, save for Ted, Josh, Zach, Nick, and Carly.  August thought—and thought—and then thought some more before going to the bathroom and fetching a safety razor.  When returning to the living room he sized everyone up then had Nick and Michael come with him along with Josh and Ted.
	Nick and Michael were so-so mind locked and required a little manipulation to release their minds just so.  Nick was already more in tune to being conditioned in accepting commands from August, Michael required ten minutes to become “conditioned.”
	Ted was mostly of himself, as was Josh.  The boys knew that they had been kidnapped—for what purpose they weren’t sure.  In the living room of the trailer they had seen the others—all naked.  Ted and Josh had hard-ons to beat all.  Nothing was told to them; though, Carly told them simply to wait and “Do as you’re told and there wont be any trouble.”
	Ted and Josh had been mostly of themselves when their friends, Bradley and Melody had been raped earlier by the sonofabitch called August.  The boys knew that they were a part of something—something good or something bad remained to be seen.
	To be mystified would be an understatement as the two boys stood side by side with the young Nick, Zach, and Michael watching as August dry shaved a woman’s pussy.  Ted and Josh had boners, Michael’s cock was so-so, Nick and Zach’s schlongs just kind of dangled.
	After the shaving,
	“Come here.” 

	The boys all came up closer, right to the double wide stall staring in awe and disbelief at the blatantness with a bit of fear surrounding them, too.  The man looked the boys over, Ted felt a wave of embarrassment for some reason and looked down to the ground.
	“Come here.” 
	Twelve year old Michael stepped up and was guided into position putting his pud into the woman’s freshly shaven snatch.  The man masturbated the boy, caressed his ass, fondled his balls, and cooed to him “get in her, fuck well, and you can go home.”
	Michael nodded and lay on the still-not-broken woman, closed his eyes and thought of the other girls in the trailer.  Soon he was in the woman’s pussy and fucking her.  The man smoothed his hand about the boy’s ass, clutched the boy’s ball sac up thru his legs and pleased himself all the while.
	Nick humped a good hump, he didn’t cum but it was a good hump just the same.  When done, the boy pulled out and humped on the woman’s pussy continuing to incite the woman into a furor.  August caressed the boy’s ass and moved him up-up-up to where he was sitting on Nancy’s face, his hairless testes in her mouth.
	As she gagged and continued to seethe hatred for the sonofabitch called August—the sonofabitch called August stepped up close having the young boy suck him.  Nancy began to ball—as she sucked ball.  August placed his hand gently behind Nick’s young head and guided him back and forth for just a couple of minutes.
	Then it was young Zach’s turn followed by Michael, Josh, and finally Ted.  Ted and Josh had mixed feelings but went along with the deed, they were pretty much on their own will.  They were aware of the use of an EMAD and aware of the sonofabitch called August and his forcefulness.  Compliance seemed the optimum option—not too mention that what they participated in wasn’t all that bad but then again there was a moral issue.  There, too, was the better-citizen-than-you issue; both boys, especially Ted, knew that he should do something to stop the abuse the man called August was dolling out.
	In the living room of the trailer—all those girls!  Ted knew that it was likely that he and Josh, and the other boys, would be fucking them!  The “other” boys probably had already been fucking and that thought just got him all the harder.
	Each boy took his turn with Michael and a boy named Josh being the cummers.  Each boy got his ass rubbed by the sonofabitch called August; the man fondled their pricks and balls and then--

	When they had cum or fucked until allotted time was up and they scrunched their way up to sit on the woman’s face, their nuggets in her mouth, the boys also sucked on the man’s cock.
	Zach and Michael didn’t seem to have a problem with the homosexual deed—Josh and Ted did.  Josh made a face, gagged and retched.  It didn’t upset the man with a serious boner but still—it was thought that the man would prefer more committal than showing signs of distaste.
	Ted had a boner—mostly his thoughts were of Melody, Bradley, and then some of the girls he had seen in the trailer.  He wondered greatly if he and Josh would be screwing them before it was over.
	His turn came and though sticking his dick into a pussy was great—his mind settled on “what would the man’s cock taste like?”  Ted had never-ever-ever-ever wanted to suck cock.  He only wanted to fondle his own cock and no one elses.  He had no desires to be curious about what it would be like to be fucked in the ass, either.
	He couldn’t cum.  He tried and tried and tired and was wearing out trying.  His cock screamed, it was stretched to the limit trying-trying-trying oh-so trying to “get off.”  But it just wasn’t there.  It was almost but it wasn’t.
	The sonofabitch called August smoothed his hand over his ass, clutched his balls, then stood at the customary position awaiting the boy to service him after dropping his nuggets into the hapless woman’s mouth.  He wanted to fuck those girls in the trailer—especially Melody and Bradley, then sink himself into the other girls.  He figured the youngest one to be about ten—and that was ok.  It was a “forced” situation and he could claim later that an EMAD had been in use and “forced” him to have sex with her.
	All the girls in the trailer he thought of—they blatantly walked around naked!  He could stare at their nakedness all he wanted and not get slapped or chastised for it!  Amazing!  That helped keep his prick hard all the while he fucked the woman called Nancy.  But it didn’t help him cum.  After about five allotted minutes he was tapped on the ass “alright” from the man directing the sordid lurid scene and Ted pulled out.
	A bit of cunt humping—still no cum off, and he was dragging his sac up the woman’s body to settle on her face with his balls in her mouth.  After she began sucking on them the man stood with his manhood right there for Ted to suck—
	Ted closed his eyes and conveyed and how his unwillingness to give head.
	“Don’t like to suck?” August asked.

	Ted gulped, this was bad—what to say what to say!?
	“Never given head before?” he was asked.
	Ted relented, “No.” he managed to answer.
	August stood back—taking his cock from Ted’s immediate space.
	“Alright, then,” he said changing his tune and tone, “I’ll give you a choice.”
	Ted waited—this was going to be some choice.
	“Suck me cock, or take it in the ass.”
	I was right, some choice!
	As the man’s mighty prong began making anal entry—Ted began to rethink his choice.  But of course, too late!  The man had had Ted reposition himself, too—laying down the woman’s body having him “lick her out” as he was reamed out.
	Ted closed his eyes—lick out the pussy he had just fucked!  Well, at least he hadn’t cum!  But of course, the other boys had!  Some choice!  He tried to lighten up and not be so tense—but having never been sodomized before taking dick for the first time was difficult at best.
	Ted’s nut sac was still in Nancy’s mouth, his tongue lapped all over the woman’s pussy, and his asshole was being well fucked.  Ted didn’t know how the gay men did it!  He didn’t think the sonofabitch known as August was a homo--just a hole lover.
	Concentrating on Nancy’s bald snatch Ted managed to put away the fact that his ass was being reamed.  It felt like a turd was coming the wrong way!  The man was gentle, though—more gentle to him than he was to the woman.  Hands that weren’t Ted’s roamed up his sides, his ass, and then underneath to play with his pud.  Nancy squirmed beneath and finally relented due to exhaustion.
	August pulled out, slapped Ted’s ass with his cock then had the boy scoot down just so—just so as his cum filled asshole was right at Nancy’s mouth.
	Then,
 	The sonofabitch known as August said, 
 	“Lick it clean—and I’ll let you go.”
	Famous last words.
	She wasn’t “let go” of course.
	The boys came to stand in the stall taking a break, drinking not one—not two—but three cans of soda.  Then they stood waiting—and waiting—and waiting some more.  Thunder boomed, lightning cracked, the air was freshened with the scent of pending rain—and hail.

	Just before the Heaven’s opened up, though, the boys opened their bladders peeing in gang fashion onto Nancy’s cunt.  Her mind was about gone at this point—balls in her mouth, spanked, branded, gang fucked, sex with her son, and licking fresh fucked boy bung hole—she couldn’t take much more.
	After the boys had peed their fill,
	“In the trailer.” said August, “no peeking.”
	Ted ushered the boys in; the skies darkened and rain began to fall in sheets.  August stood idle for a moment, then fetched the branding iron (again) from the fire.  The tip glowed red.  A twirl and then letting the iron cool off some from the drizzling rain and then pressed it right on Nancy Skace’s bald well licked and pissed on cunt.
	The woman lost her mind and passed out.
	August shoved his fuck stick into her one more time and finally managed to cum.  Then he said,
	“Now I guess I’ll let you go.”

*

a little ut-oh before dying
	*author’s note:  not to fret, we’ll be getting back to Boyd and Brianna as soon as Magic the Wonder Horse has seen all of August Moone she wants.*
	Ted was glad the sonofabitch known as August kept the girls known as Melody and Bradley under more control of the EMAD than not.  He didn’t fully understand the gizmo the man had but it allowed he himself to have it easier in having sex with the girls than he would otherwise had they been more themselves.
	Of course, the girls could have been “forced” into submission but what fun was that?  The girls were partly themselves and partly highly submissive due to suggestion.  They didn’t know any better in other words.  They would willing perform fellatio on anyone at anytime; they would spread their legs, their cheeks and endure multiple invasions as well as spankings.  They were better than slaves!
	August took a nap leaving Nancy out in the stable—he still wasn’t quite thru with her.  
	“Can I trust you?” August asked of Ted.
	Ted nodded, “Yes, sir.” He in no way wanted August’s ire.
	August nodded, “Ok--but,” he smiled, “SHE’S in charge.”
	Carly smiled, ‘damn straight.’

	Alyssa, Brandy, and Zach were basically themselves, but in their minds was a “block” preventing them from knowing the truth about their former selves, their former life.  They regarded August as their Dad and going about naked, engaging in sexual frivolity was a “way of life.”
	The Newbies, Angela, Gianna, Julie, and Michael, not so much—but they were controllable.  Bradley and Melody—the same.  Ted and Josh were willing but not trusted fully.  They had to “earn” that trust.
	August napped—for four hours.
	Ted screwed Bradley, came off in her pussy then had Melody suck him clean while Josh giggled sodomizing Melody’s ass.  After they took a shower—separately, Ted got into Alyssa’s pussy while Josh got humped by Brandy.  By then, August was awake and took his own shower.  By then it was dark and a storm was bringing much needed rain to the parched Eighty Acres.
	Spaghetti was about the only staple in quantity enough to feed the lot.  August made a mental note to fix that.  Of course, he could simply “let go” some of the lot, too.  In the meantime—
	Spaghetti!
	Drinks were getting low, too.
	Nancy was destined to be returned to society.  And after their introduction, Angela, Gianna, Julie, and Michael also would be set loose.  Carly and her siblings—staying for a while longer.  The nine year old boy, Nick Kofflman, too.  Ted and Josh had no desire to leave the trailer and the girls, Bradley and Melody had clue and for a time—they, too, would remain steadfast at the trailer.
	But Nancy had to go.
	But first!