August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Thirty Seven
And so the adventure begins

Subterranean brouhaha
	“Are you alright?”
	“No.”
	“What’s wrong, what’s broken?”
	“My body, my spirit, my will to live.”
	Mired in muck, Boyd Aryndon struggled to move.  It wasn’t happening, not easily.  Every movement was a new level in pain and severe discomfort.
	“I don’t know what to do!” wailed Autumn.
	“I just kind of want to lay here—for the rest of my life.”
	From the upper chamber the two had slid down a super slide taking them down deeper into the earth dumping them some feet above a mud pool.  Autumn came tumbling onto Boyd further “breaking his spirit.”
	“Some fun, huh?” Boyd smirked.
	“My Aunt an’ Uncle gonna KILL me!” wailed Autumn.  She had managed to get off of Boyd and onto the shore.  The new chamber cavern was large—but of course the outer areas were dark.  More light crystals were embedded into the cavern wall giving off a little light.
	“I think I want to go home, now.”  Boyd said dryly.
	“Fat chance, now!” Autumn somewhat bitched, “We’re friggin’ MILES below ground.” She was a little miffed.
	Boyd remained still reeling from the experience.  The slide part was ok, that was kinda fun—the twenty foot drop into a mud pool—not so much.  Then having Autumn land on top of him that really hurt.  Of course it wasn’t her fault but still…
	“What was that creepy thing?” Autumn asked as she tried wiping the thick gooey mud off of her arms (with no success.)
	“No idea, creepy thing, though.”
	“Gave me the creeps,” Autumn said, “still does.”
	Suddenly the kids began to itch.
	“Hey,” Boyd said, “what’s going on?” though it pained him he scratched and scratched and scratched.  Autumn was doing likewise and had begun to peel off her clothes to boot.

	Autumn began shrieking as her skin seriously freaked her out with the itching.  Boyd was cussing and floundering in the mud pool.  “HEP ME!” he called out in a near panic.  Autumn temporarily forgo her intense itching and pulled Boyd out of the mud—then it was back to scratching.
	Even out of their clothes and scrapping-scrapping-scrapping the thick coating of mud off their naked bodies—the itching was intense.
	“It feels like my skin is crawling!” Autumn said being very frightened.  Boyd was dancing about like he was on fire—and he kinda was.  The intensity of the itching propelled the kids to fly about madly rubbing their bodies and each other (backsides) in a futile attempt to relieve themselves.  In doing so—they stumbled thru yet another hidden door and stumble-stumble-stumble until falling into another pool—but this one of water.
	Autumn shrieked as all around her there were bubbles.
	No—not bubbles—sizzling/fizzing bubbles.
	Autumn was freaked but Boyd realized that the itching had stopped.
	After they had calmed—
	Boyd swam up to Autumn; Autumn treaded water but found that she didn’t have to—she floated.  The new pool was clear and the crystals glowing within glowed a curious shade of green.  How deep the water was wasn’t known—the depth wasn’t what was on Boyd’s mind.

	“Did you hear something?”
	“Just my heart.”
	He smiled in a coy manner, head cocked, eyes in a manner suggesting suggestiveness.
	Autumn pursed her lips and felt blushed.  She tingled all over—and it was long after the itchy mud had been washed away.  They embraced and began kissing; Boyd’s hands roamed all over the girl’s backside—mostly her ass.  His cock right there pressing against her.
	It was so odd to be able to float in the water without sinking.  It made their lovemaking all the easier.  Autumn embraced her lover, her legs going about his waist and easily taking his boyhood into her sex.
	They were steadily “gettin’ it on” when—
	“AHHHHHHHHH!” a scream from somewhere else came closer.
	It was then that Boyd and Autumn found that getting out of the pool that had rid them of their itchy mud was kinda difficult.  They heard voices nearby—familiar voices.
	“Brianna!” called out Boyd, “In here, we’re in here!”

	For a moment though there was silence.
	Then, like Boyd and Autumn, Brianna and Angus came stumbling thru from the adjoining cave covered in mud and scratching.
	“Get in the water!” Boyd and Autumn said.
	Brianna took a quick note of her naked boyfriend and Autumn.
	“What the hell’s going on?” she asked getting a little sudden whiff of jealousy.
	“You gotta get out of those clothes and in this water!” Boyd said helpfully.
	That was a no brainer.

*

zombie bunnies, purple sasquatch, the creeps, oh my!
	“KNOCK IT OFF!”
	Her voice echoed and was almost as annoying as the constant drip-drip-dripping of water Brianna had yelled at.
	“A little tense?” Boyd asked wise-assedly.
	“We’ve got to get outta here.” Autumn declared.
	“That for sure,” Boyd said, “but how?”
	Angus looked up to the slide they had slid down, “I don’t think we’re going back up that way.”
	Everyone concluded.
	“This cave is something else,”
	“It’s like an underground world or something.” Brianna said cutting off Boyd.  Then with a sigh, standing up and brushing off her cute little butt, “We’ve got to get out of here.”
	“We cant go back that way,” Angus said staring up to the slide, “and I feel fresh air kissing my balls this way.”
	“Nice.” Brianna chastised the crude descriptive boy.
	“But I think he’s right,” Boyd said, “staying here isn’t a good idea.”
	“You think those creepy things will come after us?” Autumn asked.
	“Well, they don’t look like the type that will “slide”,” Boyd said looking up to the slide that if he did it again it would be fun, “but that don’t mean there could be any around here.”
	The girls looked to him with mouths open.  Oops.  Maybe should have kept that little bit of info to himself.
	“Hey,” said Angus, “this air’s gotta be comin’ from somewhere, right?”  It was fresh air, and strong.  It just bothered Boyd ‘cause he knew geologically speaking they were at least a hundred feet below ground.

	A narrow passage they found, using the proper amount of crystals in their hand gave them sufficient light; Brianna found using some a ribbon from her hair she could tie the crystals together and hang them from around her neck and sufficient light was provided.
	The boys carried theirs in their hand, Autumn tucked hers in her watch band.  The boys led the way, Autumn came up behind.  For Angus, though, the passage was a tight fit.  
	“If this gets any smaller,” he complained as he grunted along.
	“Don’t worry, Ang,” Brianna said, “you get stuck and I’ll just jam one of these crystals in your ass!”
	Angus didn’t reply but was sure she was kidding.  Wasn’t she?
	The trek was a little harrowing—going about naked thru tight quarters wasn’t the nicest thing.  The rock walls were not always smooth and in some places there was volcanic rock to contend with making the journey a little perilous.
	“Hey!” said Autumn, “Check this.”
	Brianna stopped and looked to where her friend was pointing with the bright crystal lights.  Scrawled on the rock wall was something crude-like.  It was difficult to make out but it looked like a drawing of a large creature; bulbous belly/torso area, short stubby legs and arms, a menacing face with a message crudely written beneath:  be are da gronk 
	“Bear da gronk?” Autumn queried.
	“No idea.” Brianna returned.
	The girls had no idea and scurried to catch up with the boys who had found something of interest.

*

into the depths
	a large opening with a ledge going up towards the ceiling as well as spiraling down to another opening where a lot of fresh air with a strange but familiar scent was detected.  A bit of noise was also heard that was also familiar but also elusive.
	What was striking, though, what caught the boys’ attention and then the girls—was the submarine.
	Yep, a submarine.
	Well, part of it.
	Half of a large submarine stuck out at an angle from the cavern wall.
	The boys were ga-ga and pecked on the steel hull of the underwater vessel; curious about the torpedo tubes, and “why is it here?”

	The vessel was showing twenty feet or so, the rest of the sub was embedded (apparently) in the wall of the cave.  No conning tower and a marking indicating that it was a German U-boat.  The boys were miffed that they couldn’t get inside.
	The girls though curious about why the vessel was in the wall weren’t all that interested.  They lingered with Autumn not thrilled with the narrow ledge and less thrilled with unknown that lay below.  A shroud of inky darkness was over the ledge down about thirty feet or so.  What lay beneath the layer of blackness was not known but there was a so-so familiar noise coming from beyond.
	Unable to gain entry or even crawl up onto the metal former terror of the sea, the kids assembled and trekked down the ledge.  As they neared the fog of darkness there was a noticeable air temperature difference.  It was cold.  Cold and wet.  The girls held back as did Boyd.  Angus, however, sucked it up (his gut and guts) and barged thru the darkness disappearing almost instantly.
	Boyd and the girls held fast, trembling in unknown fear.  Then,
	“Hey!  Guys, come on, check this out!”
	Boyd looked to the girls, Brianna shrugged and gave nod “go ahead”.
	Only three or four steps and the gang was thru the dark wet fog out in great light.  Natural light.  So much info to take in; a huge open cave opening to a bright day; a surging ocean; a pirate ship; a sandy shore line, and a huge cavern.
	It was a huge-huge cavern with a great pirate ship buried at angle into the sandy shore.  
	“An ocean?” quipped Autumn curiously.
	“What the fuck’s an ocean doing here?” Brianna asked aloud.
	“I don’t get it.” Autumn complained.
	The boys didn’t either but hurried down to the ship.
	The girls didn’t hurry but followed.

	“This is fuckin’ incredible!” Boyd said as he walked around the great wooden ship.
	“I don’t get it,” said Brianna, “what’s a pirate ship doing here?”
	“And that submarine?” Autumn asked.
	“Something’s screwy here.” Brianna said being confused.
	Like with the submarine, though, the boys couldn’t climb up to explore what there was of the great ship.  The girls weren’t interested, they went to the water and found that only a few steps out and they were already up to their waist so they stepped back to shore.

	“I don’t understand this.” Brianna said to Autumn.
	“Me, neither.”
	The great cave opening opened to bright daylight and an ocean.  There was no beach per se just a lot of rocks and boulders and crashing surging surf.  The girls sat nakedly on the shore waiting for the boys to tire out from trying to climb onto the derelict ship.
	The boys eventually gave up trying to climb aboard the ship.  They were pissed about it, too; they sloughed their way to where the girls were sitting and plopped down exausted.
	“Fuck!” bitched Boyd.
	“Shit!” bitched Angus.
	The girls shook their heads sadly and laid down with the surging water lapping at their feet.
	The boys laid beside their girl—thoughts to their own.  Angus farted.

	“Help me!”
	Boyd shot up straight like an erection.
	The brightness of the open cave was decreasing suggesting evening fall.  The air was getting cooler, stomach was growling, and a voice called out “HELP ME!”
	“What’s wrong?” Brianna asked sitting up.
	“Thought I heard something.” He wrinkled his nose and guessed it was the noise of the charging surf.  The water level was up to their knees and time for them to move back some.
	“We need to get out of here.” Brianna said.
	“Yeah.” Boyd replied halfheartedly.
	Angus and Autumn were curled up into one another and it was cute.
	There were evidence of campfires scattered all about the sandy shore area, including “markers” suggesting that inches below the sand was the skeletal body of a pirate!
	Brianna wasn’t thrilled with that notion and stayed away from the wooden crosses.  Boyd found a dagger, then a pirate’s sword and he swished it in the air trying to be fancy until Brianna got onto him, “you’re gonna hurt yourself (or somebody else) with that!”
	And he did, slicing his thigh.  His cry of anguish awoke the other two and they came to investigate.  Some torn sailcloth dipped in the water helped stopped the bleeding.  Boyd avoided looking to Brianna—he hated it when she was right.

	The air was getting cold and being naked in the cold wasn’t nice.  
	“I think it was better back up there.” Autumn was heard to say.
	“Yeah, if it weren’t for ole Creepy it’d be great!”
	“Do you think we can get out of here?”
	Boyd shrugged—he had no idea.
	“Hey, check this out!” Angus said excitedly.  They gang raced to where the naked chubby boy had made his newest find.  A treasure chest.  It was a large wooden box with metal straps and not one but TWO great padlocks.  The box was in a small niche in the cave mostly buried by the sand.
	“It’s heavy!” Angus said as he wrestled pulling the box out.
	Boyd helped and then the girls got involved finally pulling out the chest and then squatting to marvel at it.
	“Wow.” was the general consensus among them.	
	The boys jiggled the great iron padlocks but in no way were they able to unlock them.
	“Must be a million dollars in there!” Angus exclaimed almost giddily.
	“Pirates didn’t HAVE dollars, knucklehead; dabaloons and stuff, jewels and girls stuff.”
	This only made Angus more apt to fuss with the locks.
	“Do you really think there’s jewels and stuff in there?” Autumn asked.
	Boyd shrugged, “It’s heavy,”
	“It’s a treasure chest—like the ones the pirates have!” Angus chimed in.
	“What if they want it back?” Brianna asked.
	The boys stared at her.  Girls!
	“They hid it here,”
	“After crashing their boat in this cave.”
	“And probably all died.” Boyd surmised.
	The boys fooled with different manners of trying to open the lock; pushing up on the shackles, twisting, banging, all sorts of manners—none of which worked.
	The girls sat and thought—and thought—and thought some more.
	Then,
	“Hey!” almost screeched Autumn, “That sword!”
	The sword—the one Boyd had nearly cut his leg off with.
	Being in a little bit of pain Boyd was unable to summon up enough strength to wield the sword strongly enough to bash it against the chest.  So Angus did.
	His first strike was to the chest itself.

	“I did that on purpose.” He claimed.
	The girls rolled their eyes, “yeah, sure.”
	Angus hit the chest again saying, “just seeing if I can break thru the wood.”
	There were deep gouges but it didn’t appear to be working enough to gain entry into the box.  So he took careful aim and hit the straps.  Finally, after unsuccessfully bashing the metal bindings he landed a solid hit on one of the padlocks.
	Nothing.
	The boys took turns with no luck whatsoever.
	The girls gave up interest and went to where the chilling went right off of the ocean wasn’t so intense.  That was behind a jutting rock forming a natural wall.  The remains of a great campfire was here.
	“Wish we could get a fire going.” Autumn said hopefully.
	“A fire and some food.”
	“My Aunt is gonna skin me alive!” 
	“I’ll get a switch for sure!” Brianna said sighing.
	“Why’d we come down here again?” Autumn asked not remembering.
	“The boys.” Brianna said sadly.
	Squatting at the makeshift long since dead campfire, Brianna took her gathered crystals using them as light to shift thru the charcoal ruins searching for “something” when suddenly one of the charcoal embers glowed red!
	Brianna stared and stared.  So startled was she that she quickly had drawn her hand back.  The ember that had glowed ceased to be leaving the girl a little more than perplexed.
	“What the fuck?” she asked aloud.
	“Do it again.” Autumn suggested.
	Brianna held fast, licked her lips then carefully waved the four crystals that provided light over the charcoal and viola!  Let there be light!  Well—in this case, fire!
	The girls hunkered down warming themselves captivated by what they had done.  They didn’t understand it exactly but they were appreciative.
	“I wonder if I can fake some sort of mental illness.” Brianna copped knowing that her Grandma was gonna “skin her alive.”
	Autumn said nothing.  She had never been in so much trouble.  Yelled at by her folks was one thing, she had been jerked by the elbow and swatted once across the ass—but for this little episode it was going to be more than a simple hand-to-ass swat.  Much more.

	“The boys don’t have to worry,” Brianna piped, “they’re in trouble all the time!”
	Autumn nodded in agreement, then sighed rubbing her stomach.
	“Wish we could have saved our stuff.”  Snack bars, simple bottle water, trail mix would go great right about now.
	“HEY!  GUYS!  COME QUICK!”
	The girls scrambled up (with Autumn tripping and hitting the sand).
	The boys had finally managed to break open the locks with the sword.
	“Whoa!” said Brianna.  The “whoa” was just for the boys’ sake—they were so proud of breaking the locks.
	Inside the chest the find was a little lackluster at first:  leather vest, a long sleeved green shirt, leather pants, leather “skirts”, belts, some wool blankets, and then—
	“WHOA!” Boyd grabbed up a handcrafted well made wooden bow.
	“Yeowzers!” exclaimed Angus, “Check this out!” and he grabbed up what looked like a club.
	The girls found items, too; Brianna found fondness in a green cloak, Autumn picked out a stick that had an ornate bronze band in the middle.
	“We’re a band of merry men!” chided Boyd as he slipped on a pair of the leather pants.
	“AND women!” yapped Brianna.
	Boyd made a face, ‘yeah-yeah-yeah.’

	“I wonder if this stuff is worth anything?” Brianna wondered aloud when they had later assembled at the blazing campfire.  The chest had been dragged with contents within still being pilfered.
	“If we don’t get out of here we’ll never find out!” Autumn said.
	“We’ll get out,” Boyd said in hopes of soothing her, them all, “have faith!” his whimsical-boyish smile won her over.
	It wasn’t “trail mix” but it was edible.  In a leather pouch wrapped in green leaves was a round disk, purple in color, and resembled something similar to a rice cake, rice krispy cake, something with puffed rice.  Half an inch thick, four inches across.  There was absolutely no smell to it and of taste—not much there, either.  But surprisingly it was edible.  Not delicious but it was food.  Maybe.  Hopefully.
	And for drink?
	Leather wine skins.  Four of them by chance.  The contents was not water OR wine.  
	“Tastes sweet.” Autumn concluded.

	“Like honey.” Brianna surmised.
	The boys had no description to give but heartily drank their fill and munched on their rice cakes that also contained peanuts and raisins.  The kids giggled and soon began to feel a little light headed and giddy.  This led the gang to once more “getting naked” and then getting freaky.
	Boyd had practically drained all of his wineskin leather pouch and was quite “giddy.”  Brianna was not all that into the “drink” but had had enough to make her not so much as “giddy” as having a special tingling sensation centralized in her cunny.  As she lay toying with Boyd’s cock she looked over to Autumn and Angus, they were laying on their sides immersed in sexual romping—Autumn’s back to Brianna’s gaze.  As they seriously got into—Angus came up to rest his head on Autumn’s shoulder and saw Brianna.
	He winked at her.
	Brianna placed her head on Boyd’s belly, closed her eyes then with a sufficient erection in her hand she crawled onto the giddy boy and slid her tingling cunt down onto his shaft—she never looked at Angus again and felt somewhat ashamed for what had transpired between them outside the cave.
	She made slow love to her beau; her pussy was explosive—moreso than was Boyd’s.  She humped and humped and then humped some more feeling herself cum more than once but still unsatisfied.  The feeling of ecstasy came but lingered.  Boyd’s cock gave its all and then died out.  Boyd himself faded to sleep leaving Brianna still in want.
	Laying on her heaving sweaty boyfriend she casually turned her head; Angus and Autumn were still together but with Angus having his back to Brianna and Boyd.  She lay still for a moment or two then felt the need—the urge to go to the bathroom.  Peeing on Boyd was one thing (and he liked it) but she had to do the #2 and Boyd wasn’t into that.
	Once around the rock wall that buffeted the ocean wind it was cold—damn cold.  Brianna put on the cloak then made her way around for privacy.  After doing her business (and remembering something about how American Indians “cleaned” themselves using sand) she stood noting how spooky the great pirate ship was.  It loomed greatly in the darkness; the charging surf made the huge hulk groan and creak and she couldn’t imagine life aboard a ship like that.
	Suddenly someone came around the rock wall and stood.
	When the someone “farted” she knew who it was.
	“Bree?” Angus called out.

	She thought she would spook him so silently as possible she stepped forward.  Angus stood for a moment then made a step towards her.  Brianna reared back as it looked like he was going to run right into her!  Didn’t he see her!?  She knew it was dark but she could see him.
	“Brianna,” Angus called again, “you out here?” he looked like he was squinting.
	Brianna wrinkled her nose—she was INCHES from him!
	Curious—she wavered her hand before his face.
	Nothing.  Angus stood (masturbating).  He farted then aimed his dick to the wall and began to pee.  With a defeated sigh he turned and made his back around the wall to the campfire leaving Brianna a little more than mystified.
	She stood a bit longer then made her way around the rock wall and squatted before the fire.  With the heat from the fire warming her sufficiently she pulled the hood part of the cloak down then let the cloak drop completely.
	“Hey, where ya been?” Angus said suddenly seeing her.
	Brianna stared at him—and stared at him—and stared at him.
	“Right here.” she said at length not knowing what to say.
	“Must have been invisible then!” chortled Angus.  Grabbing up his wineskin he made a discovery.  “Hey,” he said feeling of the bottle, “d’ju fill this up?”
	“With what, my looks?” Brianna snapped.
	Angus pulled the cork and took a drink, shrugged and didn’t understand, “I’m sure I emptied this thing.”  Curious.
	The boy belched, farted a long toot; then drank his fill before cuddling up to Autumn’s backside.  Boyd remained steadfastly sound to sleep.  Brianna sat digesting what had happened.
	‘He didn’t see me.’
	‘Why?’
	‘I saw him drink that wineskin thing.  It was empty.’
	That got her going.  She found her wineskin and knew that it had been about half empty.  It still was.  She held it in her hands while the fire flickered.  That, too, was a little weird and unexplainable.  She already assumed that the crystals had some sort of magical powers.  But the giving of light was one thing—producing fire?  That was something else.  
	Though she figured she would probably regret it—she sucked it up and poured out the contents remaining in her wineskin.  She didn’t expect anything spectacular and knew she had fucked up and would have to mooch of someone else’s.

	Suddenly, though, a few seconds after emptying the leather pouch—the bag “inflated.”  Brianna couldn’t believe her eyes and poured some of the drink into her hand. The bag was FULL.  Refilled.  No longer empty!
	She gulped like she couldn’t get enough air (or drink.)  
	‘Whoa.’ she said to herself.
	Well, that answered that.  Sort of.   She didn’t understand why it happened she just knew that it did.  After another sigh she stared at the cloak.  Somewhere along the way of “staring” she fell asleep.  Wine will do that to you…

*

“Holy bat cave, Batman, what did I just step in!?”
	What awoke her she wasn’t sure—not at first.  She sat up and listened; she heard the ocean, the creaking nearby ship, the crackling of the fire, Angus farting.  The ocean breeze that came around the rock wall kind of made a noise, too.  But that wasn’t what woke her up.
	“HELP ME!” 
	It was clear as a bell.  Brianna darted up and strove hard to listen.  But the “HELP ME” voice didn’t call again.
	‘Must be my imagination.’ she assumed.  Grabbing the cloak that did provide warmth she went around the rock wall for her morning piss.  She didn’t squat as customary for being a girl stood with open stance and let gravity do its thing.
	She wondered about telling the boys about the “magical” wineskin.
	‘Fuck it,’ she said at length, ‘let ‘em finger it out for themselves.’ They were bright boys—sometimes, they were bound to find out (eventually.)  Suddenly, 
	Footsteps were heard coming (from around the rock wall).  Brianna tensed up then drew the cloak tight about her and waited.
	Angus.  The chubby friend came about, naked, holding onto his penis like it was going to run away or something.  He shivered and looked around, stared at the groaning hulk, out beyond the great opening; he turned and looked right at Brianna—and didn’t see her!
	The boy held his dick, flopped it, then began pissing on the rock wall.  The spray was so much that it began to splash onto Brianna’s bare foot.  She moved it.  She wavered her hand right up to Fat Boy’s face, she put her face in his field of vision—nothing.
	When he had finished his business and turned to go,
	“Ahem!”

	Angus whirled around with eyes wide.
	“W-who said that?  Boyd?  What the fuck, man?”
	Brianna was at a loss.  What the fuck indeed.
	Opening her cloak didn’t reveal herself,
	“It’s me, Bree.”
	Angus stood with mouth agape.  “What the—I-I don’t see—where are you?”
	Brianna dropped the cloak and was finally seen.
	“Whoa!”
	Somehow—somehow the cloak made Brianna Mullens invisible.  She didn’t understand it but like the refilling wineskin believed it and settled for it as it was.  Pulling the cloak up and she was once more unseen.
	“Way cool!” Angus exclaimed.  He shivered as the morning air off of the ocean was kinda cold.  Brianna stepped up to her chubby friend and wrapped the cloak about him—it was not really oversized to do that—not until she attempted to embrace him.  Then, then the cloak “enlarged” enough to cover the both of them.
	For some reason, maybe the wine, Brianna grasped a holt of Angus’ stubby shillelagh and masturbated it.  She couldn’t help but smile and giggle; Angus couldn’t help but grin and get hard.  His hands found Brianna’s ass; Brianna lifted a leg up to his waist and moved to press her backside against the wall.  Angus then eased into her sex his throbbing bone and they began to fuck.
	Brianna’s breasts tingled, her nipples especially were tingly and once more she was experiencing a strange sensation between her legs.  She was insatiable.  She humped back into her lover as much as he humped into her.  He was not in control.  He was just there for the ride.
	Suddenly, just as Brianna was getting her juices flowing someone came around the wall.  Boyd!
	The two misbehaving (cheating) lovers stopped.  Boyd stood facing the great opening—the wind blew his hair all over his face.  He firstly began to pee but the ocean wind blew the piss back onto him—so he turned around and pissed onto the wall—just inches from his best (cheating) friend and best (equally cheating) girlfriend.  After his piss he shivered and hustled back to the warmth of the fire on the other side of the wall.
	Brianna’s lust bottomed out.  She felt badly—but nevertheless rested her head onto Angus’ chest regardless.  She sighed.  There was nothing to say.  She was thankful that they hadn’t been caught.  Angus’ cock popped out and shot some mess onto Brianna.  She didn’t care.  The cloak concealed their naughtiness but only on the outside. 
	The cloak provided Invisibility.
	The crystals provided Light and intensified that light to generate heat.
	The wineskins refilled themselves (after being emptied.)
	The “club” though light bashed rocks into smithereens (with ease.)
	The bow and arrow were “nice” medieval ranger-like items.
	The “stick” extended to varying lengths.
	A lightweight metal shield had unknown powers/abilities.
	The boys were jazzed—the girls were ho-hum.
	“HELP ME!” 
	This time they all heard the voice.
	Locating the voice was the next trick.
	Once more, though, the crystals came into play as when Brianna wondered aloud “I wish I knew where that voice was coming from” and did one of the crystals not in the clutch of light giving crystals glowed, pulsed, and hummed.  And after some trial and error—mostly error, the kids found a hidden pathway leading upwards.  The path was narrow but passable.
	There was enough clothing for everyone—the boys in leather vests, long shirts, and leather pants.  There, too, were leather boots that went clear up to their knees!  Rings, berets, and a funny hat Angus took partial to that had a feather in it.
	Brianna also was similar attired, just no sleeve shirt and her britches were just to the knees.  Autumn found strange pleasure in the short leather skirt.  The absence of panties for the girls and undies for the boys didn’t seem to be a problem—it was kinda kinky!  
	With the contents of the chest emptied the gang struck off in search of the “HELP ME” voice.
	They didn’t have to go far before coming level.  An horrid smell penetrated their nostrils and stung their eyes.
	“Jesus Fucking Christ!” bellowed Angus, “Who cut the cheese!”
	“I don’t think it was cheese,” Boyd spiked, “someone SHIT!”
	Coming around a roughly hewn corner of the passage and there was a torch in the wall—on fire!  Others were sporadically placed along both sides of the wall and the floor, too, was roughly hewn.  There were groans, wails, and chains rattling that rattled the gang’s nerves.
	Very-very carefully the boys crept forward finding a steel door with a small open window.  Inside there was someone—or someones moving about slowly, groaning.
	The boys said nothing.
	Suddenly, something was coming down the passage.

	Brianna used her Cloak of Invisibility enveloping all of her friends.  Huge shadows came to be but the shadows did not belly up to what came into view:  three creatures no taller than four feet tall.  They were green, bulky to possibly muscular, wearing an open leather studded vest, and britches to mid thigh.  They were a little on the “ugly” side with emphasis on “ug”.  
	One of the short ugly creature carried a large ring of keys.
	Another carried some length of chain.
	Another wielded a club that had a spike in the end of it.
	The trio came to a huge metal, there were more than one staggered along both walls of the passage.  The ugly creature, Gorks, giggled some sort of odd way with the one bearing the wooden club bending over at the door.  The one with the keys leaped up onto his back and bent over with the third member of the trio crawling up and peering thru the small square opening.
	Almost instantly he began to drool and giggle incessantly; he also dug out his gorky cock and began masturbating.  The guard stroked his cock, slamming it up against the steel door as he apparently saw something good going on beyond the door.  The creature was bald, no ears, a short but bulbous nose, and a wide mouth with jutting chin.  No eyebrows, either.  
	“Turn it is mine, uthermucker!” cried the one in the middle.
	The gork on top was drooling and deeply involved in pleasing himself.  He leaned against the steel door beating his cock against it grinning and nodding his head.
	“TURN IT IS MINE!” the middle gork cried out again and he unceremoniously placed his hands on the stubby legs of the top gork and tossed him.  That gork flipped in the air, hit the opposite wall and sort of slid down—never losing the grip on his cock or his stupid drooling smile.
	The middle gork commanded the lower one to “up stand, you!”
	The lower gork did stand up having the middle gork, now the top, standing on his shoulders.
	“See you what?” asked the bottom gork.  “See you what?  Good it is?”
	The gork standing on the other’s shoulders nodded and also began to drool (and also masturbate.)
	The gork standing began to masturbate, too—and become very animate about it as well shouting “See I wanna, wanna see!  Wanna see!” and he began to jump up and down crazily clawing his way up the steel door to the small open window.
	“Not your turn, uthermucker!  Turn it is mine!” and he began to stomp on the shoulders of the gork beneath him.

	The first gork got back into the act jumping up onto the shoulders of the one who had been in the middle and not allowing the last gork to have his turn.  So then all three began to scrap.
	That brought another creature that was more familiar to the kids.
	The gorks tusstled but were broken up by a man who came around the corner grabbing one gork by the nape of the neck and slamming him against the wall HARD.  Another gork was grabbed and throw to the opposite wall.  The third gork got a kick to the balls.
	Something was said and the three scattered going on their hands and feet making some sort of howls as they went.  The human stood about six foot tall, short trimmed beard, wearing dark leathers (pants, vest, etc.) and wore a sword at his left hip.
	The man stood straightening out his clothing, turned to go back the way he had come, but paused and looked down the all.
	“Shit!” bitched Angus.
	“Fuck!” bitched Boyd, “he sees us!”
	“Keep calm!” Brianna said tightening up her grip on Boyd.
	The man stared and stared—then stared some more before peeking into the room the gork trio had been peeking into.  He seemed to smile, nod his head, then began rubbing himself.  Then he moved to the opposite wall and pecked on the steel door.
	He peered into that door’s window, too—but didn’t smile or rub himself.  Two-minutes—three-minutes—a full five minute look then with hands behind him he left the area.
	The kids “whewed” and Angus—farted.

	“He’s gone.” Brianna said.
	“So am I!” Angus piped.
	“Hold on.” Boyd gripped grabbing his friend’s elbow.  “Let’s check out what’s going on.”
	“I know what’s going on,” Angus said being frightened, “we in some kind of fucked up nightmare and I want out!”
	Brianna stood up and the cloak that had concealed them all returned to normal size.  “Let’s see what’s in that room.”
	Just some steps along and,
	“HELP ME!”
	The voice was from the room the man had peered in (last.)
	A girl was inside!
	A naked girl!
	No older than the kids themselves!

	“Hey!” Boyd said banging on the door to get the girl’s attention.
	The naked girl had been calling for help speaking into something that looked like a “gourd.”  She was surprised to see the new face at the door.
	“Who are you?” she asked.
	“Boyd,” Boyd said, “I’m here to rescue you.” Using some line he had heard from some movie.
	“Who are you?” Brianna asked.
	“Lady Leira, Liera Titsrsmall.”
	“Lady!?” sparked Angus, “You mean like a princess or something?”
	“Yes, I AM a princess, from the Lands of Noass.”
	“What are you doing here?” 
	“I’ve been kidnapped by Falkro Miballsrhuge.”
	“Who’s he?”
	“An evil tyrant, he’s also captured my brother so he can force his way with me.”
	The kids went quiet.
	The princess seeing that the kids were a might confused,
	“He wants me to marry him.”
	“Oh.”
	“Sooooo, I guess we should rescue you?”
	“I would be most obliged.”
	Boyd smiled, ‘rescuing a damsel in distress!’ he had always wanted to do that!

	The door, of course, was a problem.  It was steel and the lock was a part of the door—no sword was gonna break that!  
	“You will have to get the keys from the Warden.” Stated the Princess.
	“The Warden?”
	“He’s well dressed, tall,”
	“We saw him, I think.” Brianna butted in.
	“HE’S got the keys?” exclaimed (almost shrieked) Angus.
	“Yes, you will have to obtain the keys from him.”
	“Sooo, like, we can just walk up to him and say, Hey, Asshole, give us the fucking keys!?”
	“Not quite,” said “he’s an Asshole, a brotherhood of Assholes and those who run prisons are especially Assholes.” pause for dramatic effect “You will have to kill him.”
	“Uh, KILL him?” quipped Angus.
	“We’re just kids.” said Autumn, “We cant go around killing people.”

	“They why do you have magical weapons?”
	“Magical weapons?”
	Ah—THOSE magical weapons.  That was hard to explain other than the truth—‘we found them.’
	“Who ARE you?” the princess asked after hearing a bit about their travels and sudden appearance.
	“We’re just kids,” Brianna said truthfully, “we’re together,”
	“We’re the Rathole Gang!” blurted Boyd.  Brianna gave him a bad look.  Boyd smiled and shrugged.
	“The Gangbangers!” Angus popped.  He, too, got a dirty look (from everyone.)
	“The Whistle Stop Kids.” Autumn said.
	The Whistle Stop Kids—finally!

*

same shit/different place to put it
	Sunshine Church of the Meadows
	Two girls in their early teens smoked cigarettes behind their church; two boys also in their early teens perused the glossy pages of a popular porn magazine and masturbated while doing so.  One girl with three boys huddling over her fussed with the lock to the backdoor of the church’s kitchen.  The girl had a key but it was the wrong key.  It didn’t stop her from trying and after a few sweltering minutes—
	“HA!” the fourteen year old exclaimed as the door opened.
	The girl, April Timbus, dashed inside to enter the security code.  The boys followed shutting the door behind them.  The girl smiled, winked to one of the boys then stood a moment to look around the kitchen.
	“We gonna gawk and squawk or what?” asked one of the boys anxious to get on with it.
	April sighed then moved to a side door, peeked out just to make sure no busy bodies were about.  Assured that the coast was clear she headed out and to an adjoining hallway.  Thru a door and another short hall and thru another emptying into the business hall.  Secretary offices, business office, pastoral office, and finally—Senior Pastor Office.
	Senior Pastor Garth Timbus was on a bronze plaque on the door and on the wall above a wooden mailbox.  Garth Timbus?  April Timbus?  Hmmm  coincidence or no?

	April didn’t have a key to the church but she DID have a key to her Dad’s office.
	“You’d better get that back to him quick,” quipped co-conspirator Darren, “he’s gonna tear your house apart looking for it!”
	“Relax, he’s at that preacher’s meeting in Ballwood, he wont be back until tonight.”
	“Ball--”  giggle and snorted Roy.
	“Wood--” snorted and giggled Kyle.
	April rolled her eyes and opened her Dad’s office.  Then it was another security code before making for the picture of the Savior on the wall.  Behind the picture was a safe.
	“The first number’s ten,” April said reciting from a piece of chewing gum paper, her fingers twisted the safe’s knob twice before coming to zero, then a turn to the number ten.
	“Second number—forty-four.”
	“Third number—eighten.”
	“Fourth is—thirty-eight.”
	She pulled the handle and—
	Nada.
	“Shit!”
	“Sure those are the right numbers?” Roy asked.
	“Yes, Goddamn it I’m sure.” The girl bitched.
	“You’ll have to go back thru, right, left, left right, that sort.”
	April had failed to note if  10-44-18-38 were Left, Right, Right, Left, or what.  She sighed and redid the combination.
	“And,” said Roy, “if you do it too many times and it doesn’t open, some of these will reset and send an alarm to the safe company.”
	April glared at him and went thru the numbers again.
	On the third time thru—
	CLICK!
	The handle opened and the safe was open.
	“Hot shit—damn!” Darren exploded.
	April grabbed the heavy canvas bag, it jingled and made the teens glow and tingle with delight.  Inside the bag was more money than the kids had ever seen combined!  Cash and checks, and some IOUs.  
	“Burt Bateman, that fucker!” April said as she held the IOU in her hand, “He’s always claiming he’s got money to burn!”  apparently Burt lied.
	The boys dug thru the money, separating the bills and change.  April went thru the checks for her own personal reasons.

	“Almost a thousand fucking bucks here!” exclaimed Darren.
	“A hundred seventy-five each.” April said as she committed to memory some of the checks.
	“There’s almost a thousand dollars here, that’s about two-fifty a piece.”
	“If we take it all he’ll get suspicious, doofus!” Darren said clunking Roy on the head.
	April concurred.  “We can always come back later.” she declared.
	“Yeah,” snickered Kyle, “like next fucking week!”
	“What about the change?” Roy asked.
	“Leave that shit, too heavy.”
	April put the bag back in the safe, spun the tumbler, and patted the portrait of the Lord adding a smile—and as the boys filed back out into the hallway she gave the Lord the “finger”, too.

	“What’s up?” Darren asked as the gang stood a moment at the church part (nave) where the parishioners sat.  It was dark, cool, and awfully quiet.  April was quiet, too.  The preacher’s daughter cracked her neck, sighed, then a smile came to her face.  “Something I’ve always wanted to do!” she said making her way up the stage area.
	April Timbus was a quirky girl; very slender, nice butt, good bouncy pleasing to the eye breasts, tomboy-ish, long silky brown hair, incredible blue eyes, and despite being a preacher’s daughter—she was cool to hang with.
	From right behind the choir seats there was a slight ladder to a “secret” door leading to the baptismal room and the baptismal tank.  April went there and emerged at the baptismal water tank.
	“What’s ya gonna do, April,” asked Roy, “take a swim?”
	April gave a quirky smile then got the boys to lose their breaths as she stripped off her clothes.  All of them.
	Darren, Roy, and Kyle couldn’t move if they wanted to—and they did.  The girl who was their friend but not a GIRLfriend was naked.  She cussed right along with them, smoked a joint, drank beer, and skinny dipped (in the dark) at a backyard pool—it was too dark for the boys to see anything at that time, though (and it was just the other night, too.)  She was one of them, April Timbus was cool to hang with.
	Once naked, the fourteen year old eased into the water exclaiming, “FUCK!  It’s cold!”  the water came up to her waist—the boys’ eyes were glued onto her bouncing breasts with Kyle the first one to break free and race to the water tank.

	“Nice swim?” Kyle asked.
	April bit her lip, “Not swimming.” she said.
	The boys, now all assembled at the tank, couldn’t help but rub themselves.  The water sloshed about and suddenly there were “bubbles.”
	The boys broke up into fits of laughter.
	April made way across the tank to the steps there, turned and sat on the top step.  There she opened her legs giving the boys a reason to live.  Then she peed.
	The boys fell over themselves getting up to the 435 gallon tank—this after April said, “you can join me if you want.”
	The boys wanted—and how!
	Roy Stream was the first to be stark naked and joining April in the tank; Darren and Kyle came nextly—their boners preceding them.  April had already pissed all she could piss—so it was the boys’ turn and they didn’t seem to be sheepish about pissing in the water they were standing in.
	April remained as she was—seated on the top seat of the tank, legs open.  The boys waded about not quite able to pee and solely focused on the girl’s blatant nudity.
	“Geeze,” April giggled, “looks like you guys have never seen a girl naked before!”
	The boys turned shades of embarrassment.  Then,
	“Tell you what,” April said leaning towards the mesmerized boys, “if you catch me—you get to fuck me!” and with that she twirled her cute little ass on the tank and dashed down the other side.  Naked!
	The boys were once more all over themselves getting out of the baptismal tank and in hot pursuit.  April had dashed out of the baptismal room and back into the church area, the stage first.  She paused at the podium where he preacher Daddy stood and wiggled her ass to the charging boys, then it was a leap over the floral arrangement and down the aisle with the boys close behind.
	Darren went left trying to cut her off by getting ahead and coming thru the pews.  But it was Roy he made the “tag” as April made the foyer.
	“Alright,” she said gasping, “you got me.”  ‘and now you get to fuck me!’
	And without a pause she hopped up onto a very nice ornate desk that had flowers, pictures of her Dad and Mom, church history on a very nice wooden plaque, opened her legs and beckoned the obvious virgin boy to “come get some.”
	Roy Stream was a virgin but he had a pretty good idea on how sex was done.  Mostly his cock did the work and sex was made.

	Darren and Kyle stood flanking their friend egging him on as he slid his johnson into April’s poon.  The boy pumped fastly and then slowly; he was a slender boy, tall and lanky with an odd fascination with “frogs.”  Frog toys, clothes, bathmat, towels, and anything with a picture of a “frog” on it he was all about it.  Odd boy, but…
	April giggled and blushed throughout the ordeal; she wriggled on the very glossy desk top, bashing her head back to the stucco wall and jarring the candles on either side of another grand portrait of the Savior.
	The fuck continued until Roy got his nut.  His cock had popped out more than once and he was just as happy laying it against April’s barely furry cunt and humping the gash as he was fucking it inside.  His first shot emptied a great deal of teen spunk into the girl’s quim; a hearty thrust and more spunk was spilled before the lad pulled out and spewed a goodly mess onto the girl’s cock friendly cunt.
	“Sonofabitch!” he coughed.
	April slipped off the table and faked going to the women’s bathroom then made a dash back into the church area—the boys right on her tail.
	A fake here, a leap over a pew there, then she was boxed in with Roy and Kyle tagging her.  Out of breath the girl leaned her bare butt on the back of the first pew smiling and heaving she said, “Alright, you BOTH get to do me!”
	And right there on the floor of the first pew seat on the brand new soft-soft blue carpeting, April Timbus got double-teamed.  Darren Shipply slipped into the girl’s cummy cunt while Kyle made anal entry.  Roy stood nearby jerking off staring in awe.

	Up on the stage and April did rub the microphone against her pussy.
	A religious icon was next to kiss the naughty girl’s poon.
	She then pissed into the live flowers on either side of the podium.
	Roy masturbated until he came onto the flowers; Darren managed to pee into the other flowers; Kyle peed into the baptismal water and got to nail the naughty oh-so naughty April (while in the water tank.)
	On stage she sucked on Darren cock while Roy took her from behind.
	Afterwards—the naughty bunch raided the attached kitchen before one more round of sexual frivolity—taking place on her preacher Daddy’s desk!  One after another the boys took their turns plowing April’s cock hungry cunt.  She sucked them, they spanked her (with their cocks), she sat on their face, they fucked her asshole.  Oh what a time they had!
	And they didn’t get away with it all Scott free.

	The day after April and the boys merriment in the church and did April’s preacher Daddy call her into his office.  He was casually dressed and merely working on his sermon for the upcoming Sunday service.  April was apprehensive and rightly so.  After a little father-daughter chit-chat he directed his only child’s attention to the TV monitor.  The remote control came into play and the television came to life—revealing April and her boys raiding the safe.
	Can we say BUSTED!?
	Thought you could.
	All April could say was “Oh shit.”
	It had been years since April Marie Timbus had been spanked—but that was what happened.  Her Daddy wasn’t too pissed as he was disappointed.  April clenched up but obeyed her preacher Daddy and laid across his lap.  One smack—two smacks—three smacks—FOUR!  The smacks to her ass weren’t polite—not easy, not light.  The girl fussed and twisted then was stood up.
	“Take ‘em down.” 
	It had been even more years since April Marie Timbus had to “take ‘em down.”  She had thrown a fit in church at five, broken a window at seven, and threw a bible at another child when she was eight.  All resulting in private time with Daddy—with her pants down.
	April sighed and undone her jeans pushing them down.  She was fourteen.  Fourteen!  Way to old too be spanked and way-WAY too old for a bare ass spank!  But down went the jeans and once more across her Daddy’s lap she went.
	One spank—two spank—three spank—four!
	April thought she would come out of her skin.  The more she twisted and tried to protect her ass the more her preacher Daddy held her firm and landed swats.
	Then, once more she was stood up sobbing and heaving with her hands trying to rub the sting out of her tenderized ass.
	“Take ‘em down.” was repeated once more.
	April stared across the room to some plaques there; bare ass spanking.
	In slow motion and being mostly numb she pushed down her panties.
	The girl was numb, almost mindless.  She stared and stared at the awards and certificates on the wall.  There were plants on a plant stand, books of different theological explanations, small pictures of the family, awards and certificates in stand frames, religious icons of this and that, a candle, and--

	SWAT!
	Her thoughts were interrupted as a mighty swat blasted her bare ass.  She hadn’t even been aware of being laid across her Daddy’s lap.  The swat to her bare behind was more intense than the previous swats.  
	SWAT!
	“SONOFABITCH!” April yelled.  She twisted more and more as she was having a enough—but her Daddy was only getting started!
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!

*

meanwhile…
	behind the abandoned drive-in theatre
	Behind the abandoned drive-in theatre, Darren, Roy, and Kyle smoked a joint a piece.  A beer each accompanied the toking.  They were giddy and buzzed and very susceptible to input.
	‘take off your clothes.’ 
	Darren Shipply blinked his eyes, “what?” he said somewhat seriously.
	‘get naked.’
	Darren closed his eyes hard, opened them then saw buddies Roy and Kyle pulling off their shirts.
	“What the fuck?” he asked.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Darren licked his lips, shook his head in some feeble attempt to clear it, then pulled off his shirt without much more thought about it.  Before he was naked—Roy Stream was gobbling on Kyle Pitts’ prick.  At first it was odd, somewhat appalling, breathtaking, revolting, etc.  then—
	Darren was horny.  The day was not as hot as most days, Summer was winding down.  The one-horse town would soon get a little livelier with school, football, the fair, new bitches, and so on.  The nakedness of Roy and Kyle got the naked Darren more than horny.  He looked onto the naked Roy who lay out in the short untrimmed grass behind the huge outdoor screen structure.  The boy (Roy) was very tan and Darren’s cock began to pulsate.
	‘you want to fuck him.’
	Kyle lay out on his backside, legs open, cock disappearing into his friend’s mouth.  Kyle looked good, too—he wasn’t as tan but looked good just the same.  His brown hair was kinky, his blue eyes sea blue, his teenage body delicious.

	Darren moved up into position behind Roy and began caressing the boy’s ass.  Roy reached back and rubbed his own ass—then parted a cheek.  Kyle moaned and began indicating that his level of ecstasy was mounting.  Roy was good.  He bobbed his head and sucked hard on his friend’s pud running his hands up and down Kyle’s sides inciting the young teen into a furious bout of orgasmic delight.
	Darren ran his hands over Roy’s ass, parted the cheeks and went down to kiss/lick the boy’s hole.
	‘spit on it.’
	Darren hocked a loogie onto the dirt chute then drove his tongue into the virgin rim—followed by his finger and then his cock.  Making full anal penetration wasn’t easy—‘specially with a virgin hole.  But Darren’s cock was rock hard and there was determination to make the full entry.
	Meanwhile—Kyle was cumming.  Pent up sperm squirted in one incredible orgasmic orgasm.  Kyle humped his friend’s mouth, grabbed up handfuls of grass and power fucked for all he was worth.
	Darren wasn’t having much luck entering Roy’s tight sphincter; Roy, with a mouthful of spunk, turned around—turned over and after spitting out Kyle’s spew took Darren’s tool and happily serviced it.  While he sucked happily, Roy repositioned himself to begin his own anal play—licking on Roy’s funk hole.
	Darren enjoyed getting sucked and power fucked Roy’s mouth stretching his manhood as much as he could stand.  The feeling was intense and spew was imminent.  Kyle licked his fill then repositioned himself to laying down underneath/between Roy’s legs.  There he took to suckling on Roy’s sac as well as enjoying the teen’s profound pulsing prong.
 	Meanwhile…

	April Marie grunted as she laid width wise across her Daddy’s desk; her mind was just about blitzed as from behind her her preacher Daddy rammed his preacher dick into her asshole.  Her ass was still on fire but the pain of that was overshadowed by the incredible penetration she was experiencing she thought she would never experience.
	More spanking was involved—a large wooden cross.  April clung to the desk and endured the abuse followed by one more anal intrusion that was done with some forcefulness.  April endured.
	When done—
	“Now,” said the preacher, “bring you’re thieven friends around.”
	April nodded that she would; she had to “stand in a corner” of her Daddy’s office reciting Scripture.  When she missed one she was smacked on the ass with the wooden cross until she got it right.

	Darren, Roy, and Kyle sat at Mel’s Malt Shoppe kind of in a funk.  Their minds were not their own.  They knew they had smoked pot and drank some beers but there were other things swimming around their mind.  Darren noted a man had been there with them behind the movie screen.  But to describe him he couldn’t—but he thought he was familiar—but then again he wasn’t sure.
	Roy noted (in his mind) the sex.  Did he really suck Kyle’s cock?  Did he really lick Darren’s bung hole?  Did he really fuck Kyle in the ass AND get fucked in the ass himself?  What did it mean?  Was it fantasy?  Was what filled his mind something he wanted to happen?  Was he gay after all?
	Kyle noted that there had been someone else there with them; and further, the “someone” was a man who was naked!  Furthermore, Kyle had sucked the man’s cock!  So had Darren.  So had Roy.  All three boys had spread their cheeks and were promptly fucked by the stranger; they had sucked his cock and balls, too.
	But was it true?  Each of the boys were in a funk.  They “came around” fully clothed standing outside of the malt shoppe.  They had “taste” most foul in their mouths, their assholes hurt, and their cocks were sore.  They did sometimes jerk off when they were together smoking pot and their cocks hadn’t quit aching since the day they had skinny dipped with April.
	And speaking of April—
	“My Dad wants to see you.” She was there with them and the boys knew it wasn’t good news.
	“You ok?” Darren asked.
	“No.” April said with a sigh.  She didn’t tell them what happened in her preacher Daddy’s office—they would learn that soon enough.  The girl seemed a little sad and looked like she had been crying.
	“You got busted?” Kyle asked already knowing.
	“You could say that.”
	The boys sucked it up and headed to the church.

	The boys lined up and were verbally admonished for thirty minutes.
	Then,
	“Bend over.” 

*

Gloria licks good butthole—call 555-4010
Don is a homo—see him in Jonas Creek Middle School bathroom stall #3
Lester likes it all ways
Betty Sue does it doggie style
Janey Peevy does it with a dog!

	Remember when waking up was a joy?  A new day!  Breakfast!  New things to explore, hear, and do!  Visiting friends, socializing, hearing gossip!  Maybe something new to learn!  Maybe buying new shoes or a complete outfit for an upcoming party!  Finding out your boyfriend/girlfriend is a rat!  Finding out your parents are getting a divorce!  Your best friend is pregnant!  You’re pregnant!  You get a $5,000 credit card in the mail!  Oh, the joys of waking up!
	But sometimes—those waking up moments fade to black quickly.  Confusion sets in eroding good feelings.  Fear peaks and swarms over anything possibly good.  Not a pleasant feeling or enjoyable experience.  Luci Glorina had that experience.  The confusion was the worst of it.  No, the fear—the fear of the unknown.  No, maybe it was the darkness.  Yeah, that was it—the darkness.
	She knew she was awake—or maybe not so.  Maybe she was dreaming.  That was better than anything else.  The fear factor factored in and overwhelmed all else.  Her senses were alive but dulled by “why couldn’t she see?”
	Trying to talk didn’t work, either.
	Finally, though, she “got a grip” of herself had calmed herself before totally freaking out and losing it.  She closed her eyes—tight-tighter-tightest then slowly opened them again.
	Ah, that was better—she saw some boys she didn’t know but had seen at her school.  Some girls, too.  Other details were sketchy and then—then she had to finger out why she was where she was.  She wasn’t at school, she wasn’t in her room at home—she was somewhere else!  Details were sketchy, she couldn’t see the walls or ceiling or even the floor!
	Darkness.  Darkness prevailed everywhere—Luci could see just herself and the others.  No furniture, no pictures, no lights.  Once more she settled herself and waited—that seemed the plausible thing to do—wait.  What was the last thing she could remember?  School?  Home?  Somewhere in between?

	Lester Agnew invited her to a movie.
	Pricilla Parker invited her to a party.
	Ms. Holt said her essay on inland estuaries was A plus material.
	Dana Lyutz had cigarettes in her purse.
	Marla Bay was stoned (again).
	Who was that man?  A teacher?  She thought she knew all the teachers at Jonas Creek Middle School.  A student’s parent.  That was it.  There were grades from 4rth to 8th, Luci was in the 8th; she had started school at Jonas and knew all the teachers there.
	Frankie Munce had a hard-on.
	There seemed to be a lot of students in the hallway.
	Picture day was looming—she needed a new outfit.  She would have to get an advance in her allowance and go to the mall in Stanis or the better mall in Singleton.
	That man was closer—he seemed peculiar.  No, he seemed odd.
	Donna Miley was running for student counsel; Sheri Weever wanted the top seat, president.  She didn’t have enough votes for that—she was a bitch to too many peoples and it was coming back to bite her on her butt.  Served her right—the bitch.
	Allen Sweet—rumor had it he liked her but was too shy to say so.  Lester was ok but Luci knew he sorta-kinda probably only wanted to get in her pants.
	Gavin Cloud was a nice boy—shy and tried to hard to be liked.
	Where’d that peculiar-odd man go?

	Someone farted.  A voracious burst of anal gas exploded erupting and disrupting the creepy silence that had come to swallow them where(ever) they were.  Derry Derrick looked relieved—he was the likely culprit.  Tommy Michaels was recognized, too.  And Steven Marny, Shaun Shawn were tight together—
	Tight ‘cause they were TIED together!
	Tommy’s hands were behind his back—and his ankles were tied!
	OH!  Oh My God!  Luci realized she herself had her hands tied behind her back and her ankles were also tied!  Panic replaced the fear and unknown.  Panic overwhelmed all senses.  Panic became chaotic fear.

	Then someone moved—from just beyond the darkness.  She squinted her eyes, blinked, closed her eyes as tight as she could then opened them.  The darkness remained but it was not as pronounced as it had been.  There were walls, three at least.  The ceiling was still shrouded in darkness, the floor was thin carpeting.  What light there was came from recessed niches hidden behind something possibly a hutch cabinet.
	There was a sofa, a chair, an end table with a lamp (not illuminated) and other bodies.  Someone was crying—sobbing.  Someone cooed “shhhh” to whoever it was that was crying.  Luci couldn’t see any of the boys sobbing so it was someone else in the darkness still.
	Suddenly there was air flowing—it was cool and refreshing.
	Her stomach growled.  When was lunch?  She missed it?  No, she was going off campus to the Stoney’s Malt Shoppe—Lester’s treat but several others were going, too.  
	Closing her eyes tight again—holding them shut for at least a minute then opening revealed more information—no less confusing but more information.
	OMG!  There was the man!  It was the same man, wasn’t it?  The one she had seen at the school?  Luci gulped and began to sweat despite the cool a/c air brushing against her face.  Luci Glorina was of Mexican/American mix, Italian, too.  Her Mother was Italian-American, Daddy was Mexican-American.  She was a little taller than most girls in her age group; she spoke Spanish and Italian fluently; graceful enough for ballet but clumsy enough for basketball.  She enjoyed writing and singing and tried to get along with just about everybody—although some people just didn’t want to be gotten along with!
	It was the man.  He seemed different, though—up close.  At school she saw him with a shadowy beard; he wore casual clothes, clean looking, but shifty.
	And oddly, he wore a driver’s watch on his left wrist!
	Oh!
	Other than herself there were four other girls, only three she knew but not sure of one’s name and the other she didn’t know was too young to be at their school.  Suzanne and Angela were tied back to back, Sara was by herself on the floor.  The girl Luci didn’t know was across the man’s lap!
	The little girl unknown had a short skirt and a simple green shirt with a happy cartoony frog emblazoned on the frog with a caption “I’ll hop for you!” while sitting on a lily pad.  The girl had incredible blond hair, blue eyes, and creamy non-tan skin.  She couldn’t have been more than seven or so.

	The man was patting the girl’s butt.
	Luci’s breath began to be taken—watching in some realization of horror of what was going on—and what was GOING to go on.  But there seemed to be nothing she could do—her breath was taken, her hands were tied, and she was simply stunned into submission.
	The little girl’s skirt was pulled up and the man sitting in an overstuffed armless chair began patting her butt.  He made small circles, paused to squeeze, then resumed patting with sometimes making a hard smack.
	The little girl sobbed but didn’t act out or anything.
	Luci looked to the boys, Tommy was right close to her—she tried to make eye contact but the boy seemed mesmerized by the man’s actions—which were getting more intense as down came the little girl’s panties.
	She tried to stammer—tried to protest in some way; tried to get Tommy’s attention but he was too rapt in the goings on with the man and Julia Laren.
	It was Derry who “broke the spell” so to speak with making some sort of recognition.  Whether he was appalled or awed remained unclear but he wiggled in his bindings and seemed more to just trying to breathe.  He was staring at the man and Julia; his mouth was open wide, his eyes wider.  Derry was one of the few African-Americans at Jonas; Luci knew him and he was a friendly boy who was actually nice about her failing in basketball.  He helped her on the shared court and she helped him make a B- in English.
	With Julia’s panties down and then off she was stood up and her froggy green shirt was pulled off.  The short girlie skirt was pulled down her legs and she was helped out of the garment to stand naked before the stranger.  Luci’s breath was gone.  She stared and stared and then noted something was going on with the man’s watch—the diver’s watch.
	The stranger noted it too and cussed.  Then he scooped up the naked little girl and disappeared into the darkness.  She heard a door close and then there was nothing more.

	“I got to pee!” announced Derry.
	“Yeah, me, too.” Tommy Michaels said.
	The boys were sitting up and seemed to be in some agony.
	“I’m hungry.” said Shaun, the boy with two first names.  He was seven years young but Luci knew him—he lived on her street and was friends with her sister, Tina.
	“Where are we?” Tommy asked.
	“What’s going on?” Derry asked.

	Luci wasn’t too sure—but she was sure that they had all been kidnapped—for the purposes of sexual debauchery.  The man with the huge diver’s watch was the kidnapper.  She guessed that something had gone wrong with the watch.  “Where” they were she had no idea.  She couldn’t recall rightly how she and the others had been captured, where, and where they all were.
	“I think we’re in trouble.”  Steven Marny presumed.
	He was probably right.
	Luci could see better, she wasn’t sure why or how or whatever but there were walls, four of them.  The “room” wasn’t very big and there were no windows and just the one door.  The door wasn’t wooden but possible steel, metal.  The walls were cement, not stucco like her family’s basement but cinder block.
	The man returned before a more astute study of “where” they were could be done.  He came not alone—Angela Winott and Nick Survantees joined the group, both were eleven years young and they didn’t seem to be exactly themselves.  If Luci didn’t know better she would swear that the pair were stoned.
	But that was how most of the group was anyways—Suzanne Jules, she was eleven years young, too, and smart as any other student in her class.  So much so that she took advanced classes in Math and Science.  She was in Luci’s church choir and often sang solo pieces.
	Arnella Ashan was ten; she was cute, wore glasses, flat chested, and preferred being outdoors to being indoors.  She seemed very “stoned.”  Sara Song did as well, it was the boys who were more “awake” and aware.
	The little girl the man had undressed was back to.  She was placed on the sofa.
	“I have to pee!” Derry said being of eleven he deemed himself too old to be pissing in his pants.  The man helped him to his feet and guided him to a room Luci hadn’t seen—mostly ‘cause it was dark within until a light came to life.  It was a bathroom.  A bathroom without a door.  Derry’s hands were still tied behind him; Luci watched as the man undone the boy’s pants and shucked them down along with his tidy-whiteys.
	Subconsciously she clenched herself telling herself that she wasn’t going to have the need to pee.  But of course, as soon as she said that—she had to go.  Her heart began to race—this was messed up.  She fussed with the rope binding her hands but it was of no use.
	In the bathroom, the man held Derry’s penis as he peed.

	The man gave Derry’s penis the customary “shake”—then untied the boy’s hands and pulled off his shirt.  Luci’s breath was halted as the boy was placed on the toilet—lid down, and undone the boy’s shoes, too.  Then off came the dark jeans and tidy-whiteys.
	Luci couldn’t help but look to Tommy, Steven, Shaun and the new addition, Nick.  She knew that they all would be taken into the bathroom and done the same way.  What about the girls?  She closed her eyes not wanting to think about it.  But already he had stripped naked Julia…
	The look on Derry’s face was sheer awe.  He wasn’t horrified (although he might have been and just was good at concealing that particular emotion) or panicked—he was just merely shocked.  And doubly so for the rest of the “aware” group as Derry was escorted back into the fray—naked.
	And strangely, the boy was still untied.
	Luci soon realized the boy was “stoned.”  Not by a funny cigarette or some other illicit drug, or even a prescription drug—it had to be one of those electronic mind altering devices—an EMAD.  That was the only explanation.
	Her eyes fell onto the diver’s watch on the man’s wrist.
	She knew what it was…

	Tommy was “aware”, so was Steven, Shaun, and Nick.  Each was taken into the bathroom and stripped to their skin.  The boys were “talked” to but that conversation was private.  Luci could only make some words “behave”; “still”; “rip”; and “spank.”
	After the pee session, the boys came out to stand in a line presenting themselves to the ogling girls.  Suzanne looked away, Arnella and Sara did as well.
	“NO!” shouted the man, a belt was suddenly in view.  The man doubled it and snapped it to get everyone’s attention.  “Look at them!”
	The girls were terrified, including Luci.  She braced and tried to keep herself together.  Angela and Arnella were sobbing with Sara and Shaun just out and out crying.
	“You will do as you are told WHEN you are told to do it.”
	“You will no fuss or cause a fuss.”
	“You will obey.”
	“You will not be disruptive.”
	“You will not fight me.”
	“Punishment will be severe; and if not you directly, indirectly.”
	“What does that mean?” Suzanne asked timidly.

	The man stooped down before her—she was a pretty girl, lovely brown hair she changed in style almost every other day.  She had amazing eyes, a wondrous smile, very friendly, could sing, and was well liked by all.
	“It means if not you personally punished for something YOU did, someone else will be—in front of you.”
	“Understand?”
	Suzanne gulped and nodded that she did—they all did.
	The man then stood and stepped out of the way so as the girls could gawk at the naked boys.  The boys stood near shoulder to shoulder, hands behind their back totally embarrassed.
	The man came back into view and he, too—was naked.
	Luci gasped—Suzanna, Arnella, Sara, Angela gasped.
	Tommy’s mouth hung down to his knees.
	Derry blurted “Oh-holy shit!”
	Steven stared and like Luci—knew that they were in for some kind of experience.  Shaun and Nick stared in equal awe with Nick privately assuming that the girls would soon be naked, too.  
	“Remember what I’ve told you,” the man said, “and there wont be any problem.” pause for dramatic effect.  “Piss me off in any way and you will regret it—understand?”
	The group nodded in unison and August Moone smiled.

*

 	“Come here.”
	Tommy Michaels sucked it up and stepped forward to the naked man.  The room was no as dark as it had been, it was quiet, cool with a distinct feeling of eeriness.  The man was tall, how tan or white he was Luci couldn’t tell but he was muscular.  She tried to be coy when checking the obvious EMAD on his wrist.  She wondered casually to herself if the thing was fallible.  Something had happened earlier when he whisked little Julia off—then returned some time later with two new people.
	She wondered.  She wondered if when the EMAD failed again, was that a chance?  Could she get Tommy and Derry to do something?  There was, though, no idea where the hell they were.  Closing her eyes she wondered just how bad it was going to get.  Would they be released after the man had had his jollies with them?  She had heard in the news that naked kids had been found all over the place—was this the guy responsible?

	Tommy stood before the naked man then went to his knees.
	The man smiled then whispered something like, “touch it.”
	Luci once more couldn’t believe her eyes and held her breath as twelve year old Tommy put his fingers around the man’s erect manhood.  That was followed up by “kissing it.”  Tommy put his lips to the tip of the man’s cock then was persuaded to “go down” on it, too.
	Luci was not unaware of what some sex acts were—oral copulation, anal, 69ing, and even water sports.  But those things were supposedly between consenting couples.  Tommy Michaels was being forced to suck the man’s penis!  She knew, too, that before it was over—she herself would be doing the same.  That and more!
	   Tommy made faces, he gagged and sputtered and more than once during the copulation he reared back gagging horribly.  The horrible man put his penis against Tommy’s face and humped there on.  Luci liked Tommy, a nice boy, played soccer and could sing (but his voice was cracking.)  He was friendly, helped little kids with their school work and she never heard him cuss.
	Finally the ordeal was over—well, sort of.
	After sucking the horrible-horrible man’s cock for some minutes and then having his face fucked, too; the man had Tommy suck his testicles.  Luci didn’t know if that was worse than cocksucking or not but Tommy didn’t seem to like it much just the same.
	It was Derry’s turn nextly; followed by Steven, Nick, and then even Shaun.  Luci was more than sickened and disgusted—the man had no morals whatsoever.  It was totally horrible watching Tommy, Derry, and Steven suck the man’s cock—it was something else to watch little seven year old Shaun Shawn do it, too!  The boy cried some, sobbed a lot, and could only take in the head of the man’s cock and a bit of the shaft.  He sucked and sucked and got his face fucked before being returned to the others.
	All the boys were grossed out about what they had had to do.
	They were grossed out even more with the next thing they had to do.
	Luci was shocked, revolted, and dismayed at the horribleness the man conscripted the boys to do—suck each other.  Tommy was first—on his knees he devoured Derry’s black schlong sucking it fully for five minutes.  For young eleven year old Derry it was a contest between WOW and AGH!  Getting sucked obviously felt good but getting sucked by a guy?
	After the cocksucking (of Derry) there was the ball washing, too.  The horrible-horrible man came up behind Tommy while he washed Derry’s balls and began caressing Tommy’s ass.  Luci thought right then and there she would be seeing a boy getting sodomized.

	She saw more than sodomy, though.
	After some minutes of sucking on Derry’s nuggets,
	“Turn around.” the man said to Derry.
	Derry nervously turned around—he thought as Luci (and the others) thought—he was going to get sodomized.
	He was—but first!
	“Lick it.”
	Tommy stared not understanding.  There was his friend Derry, turned around and BENT over pulling his own cheeks open.  ‘lick it?’ there was nothing there but his dangling testicles he had just spent five minutes on sucking!
	“Lick his hole.” the man leaned in and whispered to Tommy.
	Tommy Michaels lost his ability to breathe.
	“NO FUCKIN’ WAY!” he exclaimed.
	A hard smack to Tommy’s ass suggested he do otherwise.
	To Luci’s surprise, shock, and awe—Tommy leaned in and applied his tongue to his friend’s bung hole.  The man himself got up against the boy but it wasn’t clear if he was fucking Tommy or merely rubbing against him.  His hands were on Tommy’s hips and he was watching intently as the boy licked and licked and licked and licked Derry’s dirt chute.
	When done—five minutes later, Tommy had Steven, Nick, and Shaun to do.  It was truly a horrid thing to watch.  Suzanne and Arnella sobbed, Sara just out and out bawled.  Tommy gagged and sputtered but sucked on the boys—sucked on the boys—sucked on the boys and sucked on the boys.
	The bung hole licking was the most horrendous thing, though.
	When he had finished with Shaun Shawn—it was his turn.
	For the boys who had just been sucked (and licked), Tommy sat on the sofa, ass at the very edge of a cushion, legs open wide and held back.  Then, starting with Derry, the sucking process repeated.
	“Oh God!” cried out Derry, “This is nasty!”  not even close.
	The boy was vocal more than gagging.  He made faces, slung his head, and retched but sucked—sucked—sucked Tommy’s cock; then sucked on the boy’s ball sac then licked out his hole.  Before going on to Steven, however—Derry had to “mount” Tommy.
	“Put his cock in your ass.” the man said.
	Derry definitely wasn’t into that shit.
	Tommy wasn’t either.
	So both boys got hard bare assed hand spanks.

	The man stood right behind the humping Derry, caressing his freshly blistered ass, fingering his hole, clutching his nuggets—all the while he received Tommy’s cock to his ass.
	“This is so messed up!” Derry said.
	The horrible-horrible man merely smiled and asked Tommy,
	“Do you think you can cum?”
	Tommy gulped and nodded an affirmed Yes.
	“Then do it!” 
	The man’s cock was against Derry’s humped ass; Tommy’s cock was all the way into his friend’s pooper.  There was lots of gasping, grunting, straining and finally—cumming!
	“Have you cum before?”
	“Do you jerk off?”
	“Are you a virgin?”
	“Do you hump your bed?”
	“Do you have a pair of your Mom’s panties?”
	“Would you like to FUCK a girl?”
	Tommy’s normal defenses were nil; his mind was summarily effected by the electronic device the horrible-horrible man had on his wrist; he had been spanked into utter submission; forced to submit to sexual deviancy unknown to him, and basically broken.
	Truthfully, he DID jerk off—in his bathroom and on his bed.
	He didn’t have a pair of his Mom’s panties but he had some other girl’s panties he had gotten from a friend.  Kind of a prank at first, a gift gag.  He was told that the panties were of the friend’s teenage sister.
	“Do you jerk off with them?” meaning, did Tommy use the panties to fantasize?  Were the panties wrapped about his johnson?
	Her did!
	Sure, he was a normal boy and wanted to fuck a girl.
	“Any girl?  Any girl in particular?”
	Tommy didn’t have “any girl in particular” he just wanted to fuck.
	That was typical, that was normal and acceptable.

	Beings as how Tommy’s cock was a little “dirty” and truly disgusting, the next boy in line to service did not have to “suck” the cock.  Steven Marly, who would not be eleven for six months yet, sucked Tommy’s sweaty-musty balls.
	Then for five minutes he licked on Tommy Michael’s hole.

	Despite cumming off in Derry’s asshole minutes earlier, Tommy M had a raging boner.  Raging enough to be able to scoot up into Steven’s virgin asshole.  Steven did at first refuse to mount resulting in a serious ass smacking until there was compliance.  Now all the girls, including Luci, were crying.
	Steven had never been fucked in the ass, he barely was playing with himself.  He DID note the prettiness of girls, noted their developed breasts, their smiles, tight butts.  Girls were pretty and there was an occasional wild thought of wondering what they DID look like naked.
	That was normal and acceptable.
	Tommy fucked Steven’s asshole seven minutes before exploding a luscious load of pre-teen spunk.  Both boys were exhausted.  The horrible man led them and Derry to the bathroom where there was but a single open shower.  There the boys washed one another.  The man stood at watched them, masturbating all the while.  The girls cried, sobbed, whimpered, and wailed—their turns were looming and Luci knew it.

	Nick Survantees seriously didn’t like cocksucking—although under duress he admitted to doing so with a cousin.  Both boys experimented with handling each other, masturbating one another, then sucking.  They also experimented with sodomy.  But only once.
	Both Nick and the cousin of the same age watched their teenage cousins have sex—mixed sexes.  They spied on teen couples in their neighborhood hooking up and even knew of some teen boys messing with one another.
	Luci was confirmed that she would not participate in sharing personal information with the horrible-horrible man.  No way—no how.  (we’ll see)
	With Tommy’s dong all nice and squeaky clean—Nick had to suck it.  Five minutes worth—then an equal amount of time on the boy’s balls before going up between the legs and taking Tommy’s dong to his not-so virgin asshole.  The horrible-horrible man caressed Nick’s ass, lightly spanked it and watched up close and very personal the anal intrusion take place.
	Tommy went four minutes and then blasted a nice hot load.
	That left young Shaun Shawn.

	Luci couldn’t watch, she averted her eyes and noted that Tommy, too, wasn’t into the deed most devilish.  The man, the horrible-horrible man fondled young Shaun, spanked him a little and had to help put Tommy’s pud into the boy’s hole.  Derry and Steven were conscripted into helping—by sucking on Tommy’s cock and licking on Shaun’s asshole.

	Shaun didn’t get the Q&A like the other boys; possibly ‘cause at a mere seven years old what could he have in the way of fantasies or misdoings?  He was a cute boy, innocent, and in spite of his young age sported a nice hard-on.
	When Tommy blasted another amazing hot load of spunk, starting with Derry, Tommy took his turn at being buggered.  Each boy had five minutes to fuck Tommy and each boy did so.  Tommy languished on the sofa; he reeled, twisted, made faces of displeasure, and had to caress the boys who mounted him.  He managed to cum in Derry and Nick.
	Afterwards ALL the boys went to shower and lathered/washed one another.  Luci’s gut tightened as she knew her turn and the girls with her were due up next.  She couldn’t imagine the horror that would soon befall them—become them all.
	But first!
	All the boys emerged from the bathroom—then lined up on their knees against the sofa.  From out of nowhere came a belt in the horrible man’s hand.  Luci blinked her eyes repeatedly, “Oh no!” she said.
	“For your non-compliance!” the man said and landed the first of many swats to Tommy’s ass.
	Tommy let out a horrendous scream as the belt was more substantial in delivering pain than the mere bare hand.  To the back of his legs, too, the belt delivered an incredible amount of discomfort.
	“For your disobedience!” the man said and brought the belt three times to Derry’s ass.
	Steven and Nick received three smacks, once to their legs.
	Shaun Shawn received one smack.
	“I will have compliance,” the man said gritting his teeth and glaring at the boys solely but it was also aimed at the girls, too, “or I will have your hide!” and with the belt doubled he snapped it causing all who heard it to jump.
	“Do not try me, do not anger me, do not piss me off!” the belt snapped again and the kids jumped again.  “To avoid punishment you need only to comply, you need only to do as I tell you!” the belt snapped again.
	And with that—the man left abruptly.
	The boys rubbed their tenderized skin with Steven and Nick sobbing.
	The girls were all upset with Luci knowing that she and the girls would probably get spanked just like the boys regardless of the horrible man’s threats.  It couldn’t be helped.  It was unnatural for them to submit to sexual deviancy—but Luci was going to try.

*

the collector collects colloquial quips
or
the more things change, the more they stay the same
	In nearby Stanis there was the only place to acquire the parts needed for his refrigerator, a/c, and water softener.  Not a long drive and he needed to get out of the house anyways.  And as always, he was accompanied by “daughter” Carly.  Her hair had been changed, in style and color; her glasses removed while in public, and she was a lot more “tan.”
	The plan was not to keep Carly and her sisters, a little while longer, but not forever.  The problem was attachment—Carly was having a serious attachment to August and the sisters, Alyssa and Brandy were deeply in serious relationships with horses Atom Might and Kosmo.
	After getting the parts he needed it was lunch time.
	Downtown Stanis had a nice atmosphere—tree lined streets, not just on the sidewalks but right down the middle of the main street, too!  Old style buildings, none taller than four stories.  Restaurants, hardware stores, second hand stores, bookstores, furniture and what have you.  August’s interest was in the outdoor café, L’range.
	Small, petite cups for coffee and/or tea.  Little cakes, little sandwiches, little everything made the experience unique.  While sitting, August noticed a woman at a table two tables from him.  She looked familiar, seemed familiar, was familiar.  Her name escaped him and he had to put his mind into overdrive searching his memory library. 
	Then,
	“Lyanna.”
	High school, Westdale High, Junior year.  
	Lyanna Assjustright.
	Not the boyfriend/girlfriend status but friends.  They didn’t date but “hung out.”  They went to movies, miniature golf, video arcades, and a few social gathering events with their peers.  As for sex?  Once in his car, backseat at a drive-in theatre; three times at her parent’s house—once in her room, the living room, and backyard.  They got freaky at a park outside of town where they got caught and subsequently chased off by a park ranger; on Senior Ditch Day they went to the beach and engaged in good sex under a pier.
	“Lyanna?” he said approaching her.
	The woman looked up; though she had aged, changed hairstyle, her smile he remembered.  Something inside him erupted—and it wasn’t his cock!
	The woman stood and there was an embrace—if it weren’t for the openness, small crowd of patrons, the blatancy, August would have nailed right there on the French petite table!  
	“Saperlipopette!” August said using a French phrase, “goodness me!”
	The embrace from Lyanna was incredible.  She needed it.
	The embrace from Lyanna was followed by a kiss.  August needed that.
	“Quoi de neuf?”
	“Quelle surprise!”
	“Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose!”
	“I see you haven’t forgotten French One!”
	“Je suis—Je suis,”  sigh, “glad to see you again.” It was supposed to be in French but she forgot the exact wordage.
	August smiled, “You haven’t change, mon amie!”
	Lyanna blushed; their embrace remained with Lyanna leaning back some but only to get a better look at her former lover.  Her left leg was hiked up a little onto his, her hands clutching his elbows.
	“I should have never let you go.” she said seriously.
	“We had different paths, je ne regretten rien!”
	Lyanna had to think of what the phrase meant.
	‘I regret nothing!’ August whispered.  Lyanna blushed more, nodded her head saying, “At least SOMEONE paid attention to Ms. Neece’s class!”
	“Couldn’t help it,” August replied, “she was HOT!”
	“You haven’t changed!” Lyanna said.
	August nodded his head in agreement, “Got that, right.”
	Fondly was Lyanna remembered as “la petite mort” an expression for orgasm or literally “the little death.”  They had never officially “gone steady”; they were in it for the sex—the relationship la friendly type and nothing more.  
	Lyanna blushed even more—“I know what you’re remembering!”
	August blushed a little and squeezed the woman all the more.

	“So what brings you to lovely downtown Stanis?”
	“Running away—er, I mean, just getting away.”
	August smiled at her; sure she had aged but still retained her appearance from some twenty-five years earlier.  She wasn’t bad, no; no bad at all.

	“Married?”
	Lyanna nodded but it wasn’t a good nod.
	“Probleme?”
	“You could say that.” she was disenchanted about the way her marriage was going; two children, one was out of the house and the other wouldn’t leave.  She had married quickly once out of high school and for awhile it had been “Ok.”
	“Then it soured and been going down hill since then.”
	“Sorry.” August offered.
	“Oh, it has it’s moments and is ok for awhile,”
	“But then?”
	She sighed, pursed her lips, “Little incidences come up and fuck everything up.”
	“Part of life.” August said sipping on his French espresso.
	The day was warming, Carly was restless, traffic was beginning to make the quaint side outdoor café a bit noisy.
	“I’m sorry to dump this on you, we haven’t seen each other in years!”
	“Pas de probleme.” August said, ‘no problem.’
	She smiled and August had wood.

	“Je pense que je t’aime.”
	It was a statement of fact—mostly goaded by the need to “get in her pants.”  It was a conquest, a male thing all boys of August’s age to acquire and proclaim.  At seventeen years young it was a way of life.  To his credit he had bagged a dozen girls—that was for the current year starting in the Fall.  He was going for an even 20 and maybe 24 before school end.  It was two girls a month—a little romance, a little friendliness and then a little “hey-hey!”
	“Laissez les bons temps rouler!” Lyanna had said; it wasn’t used in proper French it was more of a Cajun expression not used outside of Louisiana.  Most of those speaking or conversing in French outside of the 18th State of the Union would say something like “profitez des bons moments.” Which translates roughly to “enjoy the good moments.”
	August planned on it.  A lot of heavy petting at her parent’s house;
	“Girls like that shit,” his best friend Donny told and advised him, “be nice to them, treat ‘em nice, and kiss on them and junk before they let you get in their junk.”
	Some girls were like that, some weren’t.  Lyanna was.  He had to go slow with her, she was a little cautious but with two brothers at home he doubted that she was a virgin.

	Turns out, though, Lyanna was just as horny as he was.  She wanted precautions and that was understandable.  August wasn’t much into condoms but if it meant he could get into her pussy then so be it.  She had two other holes he could hump without the wrapper.
	With her parents out of the house for the day and her brothers, too, the circumstances were just right for “gettin’ it on.”  There was disco music, beer, whiskey shots, a little marijuana provided by her oldest college brother, and the hot tub on the patio.
	Good times indeed.
	The girl was NOT a virgin.  She wasn’t a slut, either!  Their making love in the hot tub sloshed just about all the water out—Lyanna managing to get his unwrapped schlong into not only the girl’s brotherly fucked cunt but her mouth and asshole, too!  She sucked him off under the jitzed water and then while sitting on his lap trying for an enduring lip lock took his throbbing hard manhood into her equally brotherly fucked asshole.

	“Je m’en fous!” Lyanna stated about ditching school one day to go off somewhere else and fuck around.  Literally.  The relationship was realized by August as “folie a deux.”  A simultaneous occurrence of delusions in two peoples of a relationship status said of an unsuitable romance.  It meant that they would never really be a couple—it wouldn’t work out.  But the fucking was alright!
	There was no “coup de foudre”, strike of thunder.  It was not in the context of “love at first sight.”  It was sex.  Sex—sex—sex—and more sex.  Lyanna was a player—er, in the context that she was a goer and went along with getting dicked all over the place.  Literally.
	Their relationship was “ok”; but it was still not the quintessential “boyfriend/girlfriend” status.  They enjoyed one another company; they enjoyed the sex; they went places; enjoyed school activities together, and the sex—lots and lots of crotch banging.
	Eventually, August went on to try his luck with the cheerleaders—all of them.  Lyanna found a relationship with another boy and that was that.  The two remained friends and even went to the Junior Prom together.  The Summer break and the two never saw one another until the new school season begun.  They remained friends during their Senior year with a final fling at the end (no sex).
	“Are YOU married?” she politely inquired.
	“Nope!” August returned smartly smiling.
	“You missed the reunions.”

	“I know, been busy.”
	Lyanna went on to tell him that he wasn’t missing much, she didn’t go to all of them herself and the last one just about spelled it for her.
	“Lame.” she said.  Westdale had a graduating class of a little over 800.  The first reunion, the fiver, had most of the alum in attendance.  It tapered off greatly thereafter the following get togethers with the last reunion having barely two dozen.  It wasn’t worth it.  Just about ALL of those who did attend—Lyanna didn’t know (and didn’t want to know.)
	More chit chat followed with Lyanna finally divulging why she was where she was.
	“I have a mauvais niece.”  Lyanna said, a “bad niece.”
	“She’s a little—salope!”
	August cocked his head in Lyanna’s reference to her niece as a “bitch.”
	“Mon Dieu!”
	“I’ve had enough of her.” Lyanna said flatly clenching a napkin to death.
	She went on to explain how the little salope involved herself into all family affairs and screwing them up with her misbehavior.  She was upsetting, and she knew it.  She managed to piss off everyone—except her parents who never disciplined her for the way she was—which was a bitch.  A spoiled rotten little bitch!
	August began to form a plan—you know the one.

Ceux qui rient le vendredi, pleureront le dimanche
(those who laugh on Friday will cry on Sunday)
	“Leche moi et fait moi jouir!”
	August was not awed but close—he was more shocked that she would utter such a statement:  “lick me and make me cum!”  What was a guy to do when some dame said something like that?  There was only compliance.  Only!  After their lunch affair,
	“Voulez-vous coucher avec mo ce soir?”
	It was a bold question; roughly translated:  do you want to sleep with me tonight?  This after their lunch, a walk down the boulevard to the park, and fond-fond memories and Lyanna being better treated than she could remember.  After some ice cream from a park vendor’s cart, August asked the question.  Mostly he was seeing how well she remembered her French.
	“Oui!” she exclaimed with a brightened face.
	“So much for the sanctity of marriage!” August said (and knew that he shouldn’t have).  The clinked their ice cream bars together with Lyanna saying offhandedly,
	“C’est pas grave.”  Meaning informally—“it doesn’t matter, it’s not a big deal.”  Her marriage wasn’t failing—it had failed.  There was no “love” in the equation—they were just living together and she was stuck.
	“Maybe I can “unstuck” you.” August said smiling.
	“Avec plaisir.” she replied simply:  my pleasure.
	For the purposes of sexual engagement most folks made for the nearest hotel/no-tell motel—the one by the interstate where the lights were OFF—for a reason.  Some headed to the backseat of their favorite Chevy while others (like television evangelist) made for the back of a van.  August Moone took Lyanna to school.  Er, BACK to school.  Their old school, Westdale, was no where near Boone County but Jonas Creek Middle school was close enough.
	It was an open campus and after their ice cream treat they needed to walk it off.  Lyanna struggled with trying to keep her figure pleasing and walking was one thing she did a lot.  Carly tagged along which put Lyanna off (for the moral issue—she liked the child but if any hanky-panky were to occur—what of the child?)
	At the school there was some sport game going on—not a lot of parents it wasn’t that popular a sport but the kids needed exercise.  Carly went to view the game while Auggie led his mistress down an open hall to the open library.  It was cool and dark inside—and no one there.  All the way back to the very back where the rows of books blocked any peeping viewer.  There August flung himself to his former lover and loved her.
	Not a lot of hanky—just some panky.  Private kissing.  Some groping, some groaning, some teenage lust festering propelling their adult bodies sweating; grinding, intensifying their passionate lust that had been quelled for some time.  It was as if they were picking up right where they left off in May, their Senior year, twenty-five plus years earlier.
	“Take me—take me home.” And she meant “his home.”
	‘I’m for that.’
	He collected Carly and they went home.
	Alyssa and Brandy were swimming, naked.  Upon arrival and as soon as she was inside the new home—Carly was naked, too.  Clothes went flying off of her in a blur to Lyanna and the young girl streaked to the in-ground pool where her siblings were splashing.

	“Nice.” Lyanna said looking around the new digs of August Moone.  The horsey corral with its peculiar aroma was a little less to her liking but the smell didn’t bother her all that much.
	Once inside and August ever the gentleman didn’t right off jump her bones but offered her a drink.  Lyanna wasn’t much of a drinker so August made her a drink container a ½ jigger of Vodka and ginger ale.  He helped himself to his fav drink—Tom Collins.
	“So, to spoil the moment, tell me about this bitch of a niece.”
	Lyanna closed her eyes, shook her head, and fumed privately.
	August listened and took in the woman as they sat at the bar looking thru the kitchen and out to the pool.  The house was cool, semi dark, and quiet.  August listened patiently as Lyanna revealed how horrible life was with the bratty untamed niece fouling every family and/or social event there was.
	“She’s a brat, spoiled, spoiled little bitch!” Lyanna seethed.
	August sighed, “Well, there’s a solution to everything—just depends on how badly you want it.”
	Lyanna finished her drink—her third and strove hard to dismiss the bratty untamed bitch from spoiling her private time with a man not her husband.  August got it and took his girl by the hand escorting her down the hall to his bedroom.
	“Leche moi et fait moi jouir!”
	The want of their lust had escalated into a slow motion romp.  She was drowning in the pool of his eyes wondering thoughts she should not wonder about.  Then his grip loosened.  The lay in a tumbled mass on the bed and though it was relatively cool—Lyanna was hot!  Her pussy tingled like never before, her nipples were hard and the lust factor—well, let’s just say it had exceeded its normal operating limits.
	August brought Lyanna’s face closer to his—he teased her, though, by not committing, by taunting her with his eyes as they peered into her soul.  Her senses were heightened, she could smell his breath—which was not offensive but minty!  She could smell his body, too—it pulsed and throbbed against her own and the “sanctity of marriage” was swept away with his embrace of her.  
	August was muscular; smooth, and delicious!  It excited her!  Raw nakedness pressing against her but not consigning—he was waiting—waiting for her to submit; to show some sort of sign—waiting for her to make the move—to make the move that would seal their fate.  

	It was agony—the holding out.  She had been married for so long but she could hold off no longer.  His cock—his cock throbbing hard was right there—right there against her thigh!  Her pussy ached—ached!  She felt the juices already flowing and he hadn’t put it in her yet!
	Unable to hold off she brushed her lips to his; their tongues met in a devilish dance unknown excitedly causing a voracious eruption of passion to the point of almost pain!  Then a new nuance for Lyanna—the man began fingering her pussy!
	Her pussy already on fire exploded into a new realm of pleasure and from her face, August moved down to her equally sensitive breasts.  His fingers expertly pulled her deeper into unknown zones that were pleasurable.  Lyanna had no choice but to submit and push her pussy up against his fingers.  Her back arched and the bed was soaked.
	“OH!  GOD!” she blurted.  It was a signal, of course, to August that he was succeeding nicely and he saw no reason to quit.  His mouth had taken her breasts—equally, one at a time and suckled them as a nursing child.  He nipped the hardened nipples and vigorously massaged her aching cunny.
	“OH!  GOD!” she uttered again.  When she twisted too much, August merely pressed his body against hers to hold it still.  Then he was licking her clit.  A passage of time she wasn’t aware of had elapsed; from sensualizing her usually untouched breast to “licking her clit” Lyanna was unable to account for time.  It didn’t matter—it didn’t matter in the least.
	August licked her clit, nipped it, and licked furiously her pulsing lips thrusting his tongue into her cunt where it dwelled happily for at least a minute—then it was back to pleasing the engorged clit running his tongue between the clit and foreskin until she was livid.
	His fingers, too, were working—massaging her pussy all over; slipping fingers one to two and three at a time into her sex and an orgasm like never-ever before was cumming.  Like a freight train—like a runaway freight train there was no stopping the incredible hot fire ball that increased in dimensions until it filled her cunt with a fiery flood.  Lyanna’s clit, too, burst into flames and seemingly grew inside August’s mouth.  His fingers were being sucked on literally by her pussy!
	The two lovers withered on the bed like cats in heat.  Their bodies were soaked in a sheen layer that was sex sweat—sweat and cum.  Lyanna’s pussy came to a series of spasms, clamping onto her lover’s fingers causing her to jerk as each orgasmic jolt seethed within.

	“Come on, baby,” August cooed, “let it go.”  He said something in French but it was inaudible as the bucking and thrusting of Lyanna’s body muffled the words.
	It was a long orgasm making Lyanna feel much like a well worn, drenched, and drained dishrag.  
	“Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” Lyanna exclaimed.
	August smiled, farted, and was in wonderment himself—not often do you get a girl to cum just by eating her out!  All the memories from their high school days filled him—and he filled her.  Her pussy still tingled (and was still cumming!)
	“Jesus!” she said, “Is that what it like to give head?” she meant, was what he did to her—like what it was like for a girl to give head to a guy.  August didn’t answer her right off but squeezed her and held her to him,
	“Sure is, baby, sure is.”
	August got going easing his body up onto hers,
	“I need a drink.” Lyanna gasped.  It was a spoiler but August obliged rising up and fetching an ice water—Lyanna hadn’t moved from where he had left her—she hadn’t the energy.  August sat on the bed, leg cock under him, seemingly admiring the girl he had balled in her parents’ house more than once—and once while they were at home!
	Lyanna drank the water—sucked on an ice cube and was not herself.  It was the wildest sex—ever!  “Son-of-a-bitch!” she breathed.
	“Cela fait reference a l’Opera, ou il convient d’attendre la fin afin de reagir (or de partir) et ou le final comprend Presque toujours l’intervention de la cantatrice!”  translation:  “It aint over till the Fat Lady sings!”
	Taking the empty glass back, August smiled and tilted the beverage cup until the condensation trickled out from the rim splashing onto Lyanna’s hot heaving body—right between her breasts.  Lyanna clutched at the bedding and watched in some odd fascination as the water trickled down her body to her belly button.  More water was poured until there was only the ice cubes left.
	Auggie had gotten the cubes directly from the ice bin in the freezer whereas the cubes were not “cubes” but more like canoes.  They were the perfect shape—like a pussy!  Repositioning himself he took an ice cube and placed it into Lyanna’s pulsing cunt.
	She exclaimed dramatically but the words were misconstrued and lost in any translation.  August then attempted to “retrieve” the ice cube and it was most fun!  Lyanna began to buck August’s face; her hands came to his ringing wet hair and held him there whilst his tongue magically brought her sex to the threshold of delight she had never experienced.

	August noted the woman’s crotch hairs were reddish brown; they were coarse and wiry; her pussy lips were pink on the outside and redder further in.  Her clit was long and red, too.  August found that clit to be sensitive—really-really sensitive.  He had to note that sucking on the elongated clit was much like sucking on a young boy’s penis!
	Once more and Lyanna was cumming.  She couldn’t stop herself.  She didn’t want to.  Bucking into August’s face she frantically succumbed to a voracious volcano that was like no other orgasm she had ever had.  It was not a river of cum that flowed from her flower but an ocean.  August washed his face in her juices—the ice cube long since having been melted.  He then began moving up the paralyzed by lust woman and she was aware.
	“Oh My God!” she said realizing—she hadn’t even gotten his dick in her yet!  Struggling to breath—struggling to get her senses, the 40ish something woman wallowed in a mired sea of covetousness; it was a desire that flowed within often curbed and unnoticed.  Her arms went about August, her legs, too.
	“Fuck me!” she said—“Fuck me!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!”
	Now, what was a guy to do with that?

*

whip me, spank me, make me write bad checks!
	“I’m sorry,” he said apologetically, “I got distracted.”
	Luci nodded but was in agony, so were most of the others—they were hungry, thirsty, and in need of to use the bathroom.  Most had already had “accidents” and for that August was sorry.
	A moment to size things up, more light was allowed giving more info on the group’s confines.  Luci had had a convo with Tommy discovering something of note,
	“I don’t mind too much of what is happening,” Luci said having a head full of confusion, “but I can do without the spanking.”
	Funny thing was, though—Tommy didn’t remember being spanked.
	Luci realized that she didn’t remember a lot about what had happened either—not until long afterwards.  No one seemed to remember anything about their captivity—or punishment.  Giving it earnest thought she believed that another force was involved—when she thought too hard and too long a bitch of a headache came to be blinding her with pain and sincere discomfort.  The room “clouded” and all that had happened vanished.

	After a time and Luci recognized the signs of what triggered memory loss.  The memory was there and she could see it—her abduction, the punishment of the boys, the stranger—all of it.  But as for details she was denied.  Only by hours of careful study did she come to know that the man had an EMAD—it had to be the diver’s watch on his wrist.
	The next thing she knew was the room was more illuminated and the man was back.  How long he had been gone she didn’t know—she knew she needed to go to the bathroom, a shower, and was terribly hungry.  The man was naked; his cock hung to the left; was thick, and cum dripped from the piss slit.  Luci’s heart sort of skipped a beat—she knew—she knew that before it was over she would be sucking and most likely being fucked by it.
	Most likely.
	The boys were a mess, ‘specially young Shaun.  The girls were still clothed—but not for long.  Cocking his head, cracking his neck, the horrible-horrible naked stranger squatted before the girls,
	“You will do as you are told.”
	“You will not fight, bickering, or piss me off in any way.”
	“Got it?” short and sweet and simple.
	‘Do what you’re told or be punished—severely.’
	The girls “got it” and were fearful.
	The bindings binding Luci were undone.  Her arms and legs ached terribly from the long duration that was unknown how long.  It was punishment right off with the ache of the arms and legs—Luci in no way wanted to be spanked or anything else in regards to punishment.  When the man said “take off your clothes” she readily did so.
	She had peed herself; so had Suzanne and Angela.  Arnella, Sara, and Laren had done a little more and it was gross.  The girls were ushered into the open bathroom, their clothing collected and put into a plastic trash bag.  The girls showered together and the boys watching/gawking—got wood.

	After their combined wash, the girls parked it and watched as the boys took their turn.  Then,
	“Pizza, hot dogs?” the naked horrible-horrible man offered.  Sodas, sweet popcorn, pizza, hot dogs with all fixings liked, were served.  It was just so odd to go about willy-nilly like—naked!  It was embarrassing but that only really lasted a short while.  It was something to get used to.  For the most part, the kids accepted their fate—mostly not knowing any better of which was the way it was meant to be.  There were occasional realizations that this was not the norm.  Luci was the one who knew mostly that the environment was not normal; and there were others who thought so, too.

	Getting undressed with the boys watching was a breath taker.
	The naked man with cum dripping from his schlong—another taker.
	Soiling one’s clothing and having to be seen soiling and then seen naked in soiled skin—more breath taken to be sure.  Embarrassment was high but the need to be clean and just follow thru without being punished took precedent.  Only after having some dinner was the group as a whole able to “take a breather.”
	They were allowed to use the bathroom when needed; they were no longer to be restrained.  
	“But I will if I see it needs to be necessary.” And the naked man pointed to the all-seeing/all-knowing security globes in the ceiling corners.
	“I’ll know if you are misbehaving.”
	The kids still had to deal with just being naked with one another—being naked with one’s own kind was one thing—but mixed?  Both the boys and the girls tried not to look and/or stare at one another but it couldn’t be helped.
	After the girls had stripped off their soiled clothes and gone into the bathroom with the naked man—
	The girls who had seriously soiled themselves were first into the shower to be rinsed off.  The naked man doing the rinsing.  The shower had a handheld apparatus and was used to clean the girls—the man patted the girls; had them turn about and be totally rinsed totally.
	Thereafter they were fingered, their rumps fondled and patted; the naked man and his hard-on right there against them.  One by one they sat on the toilet whereupon the man stood before them having them take his cock to their hands and please him.
	Luci’s stomach tightened as she gripped the man’s penis.  She was revolted when the other girls had to do the same thing.  It was more than “touching”, too—it was clutching the erect member and “going up and down”.  She also had to clutch the man’s testes, stretched the penis skin, get eye to eye with it and then—THEN,
	“Suck it.”
	Never had Luci sucked a cock.
	She knew what cocksucking was but the actually doing she had not participated in.  She had not even HELD a guy’s cock!  She had seen little boys naked and had a pretty good idea what a boy a little older would look like; she was mildly aware of the fact that guys masturbated (and how); and she was mildly aware of what sex was about.  Mildly.

	But closing her eyes, gritting herself, clenching, she took the man’s horrid cock and sucked it.  Truthfully, it wasn’t that bad.  There was a tasteful sensation reminding her of stick cheese, string cheese; and there was the distaste of the man’s cum.
	The odor of mustiness wasn’t too nice, either.
	She sucked and sucked and sucked and then was face fucked.  The man had no pubes.  He was muscular, fairly tan, nicely built and would be a nice man if he wasn’t such a pervert bastard.
	When the face fucking was done she had to go stand in the shower to watch as eleven year old Suzanne took her place.  Suzanne was a pretty girl, it was those eyes!  Those beautiful-beautiful eyes of incredible blue!  Then her enlightened face—she could sing, was very friendly and likable, and had no pubes on her pussy.
	The horrible-horrible man stood before her masturbating looking the girl over.  In the shower he had washed her ass, had her spread her own cheeks while he toyed with her ass(hole).  Luci noted that he seemed enamored with the girl.
	“Suck it.” he told her.
	Suzanne did show some hesitation but that could have been ‘cause she didn’t know the manner of which was told to her.  It was something she had little to no concept of plus her moral fiber was vibrated.  But she recovered and with a little schooling from the horrible-horrible man she gripped the dick in her face, kissed it—then sucked it.
	The look on Suzanne’s face was one of oddity—no, curiosity.  She didn’t know quite what to make of it.  It was gross to suck a cock but she didn’t know why—mostly ‘cause pee came out of thing or something.  But she sucked it—sucked it—sucked it; made faces, retched, and gagged involuntarily before the man pulled out and humped her face.
	Arnella was next followed by Angela who got the blast of man juice that totally grossed the young pre-teen out.  A huge jut of sperm exploded into the girl’s mouth and she was already grossed out to the max.  Arnella was another pretty girl who wore glasses, had deep rich very curly auburn hair and at age eleven supported a nice growing pair of boobs.
	The cum blast inside the girl’s mouth made her retched and spit out the spew.  Luci clenched herself all over and couldn’t imagine what the taste of sperm was like.  All the boys had serious boners with Tommy, Derrick, and Nick offhandedly masturbating.  Angela had to endure the grossness in her mouth—as well as a face fuck before the horrible-horrible man replaced her with Sara.

	Sara was another pretty girl; she had a decent body with a flat chest and super fine super long honey blond hair.  Very bright green eyes, flat chest, and an amazing smile that usually got anyone around her to smile; she was a lighthearted kind of girl, friendly, outgoing and everyone liked her.
	The horrible-horrible man liked her, too.
	When the last girl, Julia Laren, had serviced the horrible man’s dick, they filed out of the bathroom.  Luci was mostly “aware” of the horribleness around her.  For now she would simply have to endure the atrocities of the horrid man—an opportunity would come (she hoped.)  Something would happen to the man or something else would pave the way for her (and everyone else’s escape.  She hoped.
	How much more disgusting the man could be wasn’t known—not immediately but Luci figured the man could stoop even lower than he already had presented himself.  And she was right!  The man left them turning on a stereo that played classical music—a hand written message was on the radio—DO NOT CHANGE THE DIAL.  
	The kids, of course, were not so much into “classical” music.  Tommy, though, knew the piece that was playing, “Barcorolle” from string quartet in D minor—Joseph Suk.
	Before the man left he turned to address the group as a whole.
	“I want you girls to suck the boys—suck-suck-suck.”  Five minutes worth.  Each boy—by each girl.  “Cock and Balls.”  It meant Luci would suck Tommy, then Derry, Steven Shaun, and Nick—five minutes on their puds and then five minutes on their nuggets.
	“And lick their hole, too.”
	Only Luci had a notion of what the horrid man referred to.  Her eyes bulged and stomach tighten into a knot.  She couldn’t breath and scarcely could think straight.  The man noted this and smiled looking right at her,
	“You explain it to them, will you?” he said with a sneering smile.
	“Then,” he continued to address them all, “the boys have their turn.”
	In turn, the boys would lick out the girls’ pussies—five minutes to each girl.  Tommy would lick on Luci for five minutes—then take on Suzanne, Arnella, Sara, Angela, and even Julia.  Five minutes.
	“Plus their holes, too!”
	Luci thought she was going to vomit.
	“And you will do this before I return.” And he pointed to the all-knowing/all-seeing security cameras in the four corners.
	“Failure to do so—and you will be punished—severely, in front of everyone.” The man was serious and Luci knew it.  She sighed, nodded, and wondered when the nightmare would end.

*

Funny thing happened on my way to the slime pit
	A headache—a bitch of a headache.  Darkness—the pitch black kind.
	Horrid smells—a clog in the hearing ability—and a huge wad of bad cotton candy in the mouth brought the senses to high alert.  What the fuck was going on!?  Try-try-try as she might, though, Brianna Mullens couldn’t wake up.
	She felt ill.  She couldn’t move and that wasn’t good.  Nothing in her mind made sense; a submarine—sticking out of a wall?  A pirate ship?  She knew she was underground and way-way-WAY far away from any ocean so how could there be a giant cave with an OCEAN right outside?
	Her stomach grumbled—but was it hunger or illness?
	“Hey, she’s waking up!” a familiar voice—sort of.  It was a struggle to sit up—so she didn’t.
	“What the fuck?” she muttered.
	“Hey, babe!” another familiar voice, “Welcome back!”
	Brianna felt surly (along with being ill and confused.)
	“What (the fuck) is going on?” the struggle to sit up was a struggle.
	“Jesus fucking Christ!” she yelled, “Is someone sitting on me!?”
	“Naw, just the mud.” Boyd answered.
	“Mud?”
	Yep, mud.  And lots of it.  
	With the struggling to sit up taking its time her eyes began to clear—somewhat.  Her entire body was covered in a thick layer of mud—in her eyes, ears, hair, mouth, everywhere.
	“What’s happened?” she asked.
	“Well,” Boyd drawled, “you sort of fell.”
	She gave him a squinting glare.  “Fell?”
	“Yeah, we all sort of fell into this pit.”
	“Pit?”
	Brianna was more than a little confused.  “What happened to the princess?” she asked stunning everyone.  “What?” she asked.
	“What princess?” Autumn asked.
	“That princess in the dungeon cell, up from the pirate ship.”
	“Dungeon cell?”
	“Pirate ship?”
	“I think we need to get her home.”
	Brianna looked them all over, “But—but we’re way down below, and those creepy things--”
	“I think maybe you were dreaming, babe.” Boyd said.
	Brianna sighed.  Dreaming.  Yeah.  That was it.  She pursed her lips and attempted to brush off the thick mud.  Her mind was filled with too many images and separating them out—what was truth, real, or otherwise was a bit of a bitch.
	Boyd helped his girl sit up more and attempted to brush of the thick mud.
	“We’re in the soup now!” Boyd chortled.  No one replied.
	Autumn let out her breath and settled on a mound of mud exclaiming “OW!” as she did so.  
	“Wuz a mattah,” chirped Boyd, “you find a rock?”
	Autumn shrugged and tried to brush the thick icky mud from the object she had unceremoniously sat on.  There was too much mud.
	“Where’d we fall in at?” Brianna asked; her mind still not clear and trying to find information on what was what and where what was where.
	Boyd pointing to the corner of the dark icky mud incased room, a small-small bit of light came thru where Autumn had fallen thru firstly.  It was too high to reach, though.  That was a bit of a bother.  The mud was the other bother.
	“Soooo, like, no—no one was—no one else was out there?”
	“What?” Boyd asked, “I think you musta wanged your head.”
	“Like who?” Autumn asked leaned forward from the mud crusted rock she sat on.  “Did you see someone out there?”
	Brianna shook her head, “Not sure, maybe not.” She sighed deeply.  A dream—it fantasy dream.  Damn!

	“Hey!” Angus called out, “Found something!”
	It was a valve—on a wall.  All four walls were thickly coated in mud with one wall having a large wheel valve.  Boyd noted that the wall also had something like piping that was “U”-shaped with indicators on them.  The indicators, though, were covered and coated in the thick icky mud.
	Getting out of the “pit” was a no-go—the small opening Autumn had fallen thru was too high—even if they stood shoulder upon shoulder.  Not discouraged, the kids prowled around sifting thru the icky mud finding more piping and valves.
	For a “just because”, Angus turned the first valve he had found.
	From the mud covered rock Autumn had been sitting came a sound.  A deep guttural thumping gurgle the sink makes sometimes when clogged and “backing up”—or the toilet when flushed.  The sound increased sending the kids to assemble as one watching the rock burble.

	Suddenly a great jet of mud exploded from the “rock”—which was NOT a rock but an open pipe.  Mud began gurgling out of the open pipe like lava from a school science project.  
	“Oh shit!” Angus said gulping—‘did I do that?’
	The kids were mesmerized watching the pipe burble and belch up gobs and gobs of thick icky watery mud.  It was Brianna who noted,
	“Son-of-a-bitch!”
	The mud had been about ankle deep as it was—the new mud flow increased that depth and it was soon realized their fate.  
	“Looks bad for the Mud Hole Gang!” coughed Boyd.
	Brianna shook her head—she was not going to be known as a “Mud Hole” girl.  No way—no how.  The mud continued to burble out of the pipe, the kids gathered at the broken wood plank covering Autumn had come thru after Brianna bitched to Angus and Boyd to turn the wheel that had caused their undue calamity in the first place—turn it the other way.
	But the “wheel” wouldn’t move no matter so a new plan of action was needed.  With Angus on bottom, Autumn on his shoulders, Brianna on Autumn’s shoulders, lanky Boyd tried to reach the rim of the hole—to no avail.  He needed his arms to be three feet longer at least.
	And then they all fell.
	“This aint gonna work.” Boyd declared.
	“We need a new plan.” Brianna said.
	“We’re doomed!” surmised Autumn.
	“Not yet.” Brianna soothed (and scolded her.)
	“Won’t the mud just lift us up to the hole and we can crawl out?” asked Angus.
	“Not likely.” Brianna said.
	“Why not?”
	“We’re too heavy.”
	Just then—the mud took on a new sound and water began gushing out.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Boyd exclaimed.
	“What the fuck now?” Brianna asked.
	“It’s what fed the trains.” Angus said washing his hands in the gusher water.  
	“I thought those were in those tower things beside the tracks?” Autumn asked not knowing what the “water things” were called beside the tracks.
	“Water towers.” Boyd supplied.

	“Some where—and some weren’t,” Angus said washing the mud crust off of his body; the water had gone from discolored muddy to almost pure clear, “but some structures weren’t possible in some locations and water couldn’t be piped but only to an underground cistern--”
	“Like the one we’re in.” Boyd added.
	Autumn wasn’t sure she understood, Brianna didn’t know herself but they faked and nodded that they understood.  The boys struggled with the valve but it wasn’t budging—and the water was rising.
	“Maybe it’s another valve that closes it.” Suggested Autumn.
	The mud mixing with the water made sloughing around the dark underground cistern a bit of a bitch—no light to boot, too.  But they tried.  At length, though,
	“I think we maybe better concentrate on how to get out of here.” Boyd said noting the watery-mud level rising.
	“Why cant we just float up?” Autumn asked.
	They almost could but the addition of the mud made “floating” kind of like quicksand.
	Brianna was caught looking (staring) at Angus.
	“What?” he asked.
	Brianna wrinkled her nose in thought, “You were stooped over when we were on your back, weren’t you?” she asked casually.
	“Yeah?  So’s I could hold alla you.”  ‘what of it?’
	Brianna then looked to her beau, “And you said we we’re three feet short?”
	“Yeah, if there were some boxes or rocks or something we could stand on I could make it.”
	Brianna sighed, “Why don’t you stand up?”
	The boys looked to one another—it dawned on Autumn but she waited to see if the boys got it, too.
	They did—in about five minutes…

	The watery mud was rising, up to their waists.  Angus wobbled as the girls stood on his shoulders with Boyd on top.  The “three feet” needed was easily reached but the boy still had trouble climbing out—his feet left Brianna’s shoulders and he swung free; the creaking of the wooden planks left covering the sump-hidden cistern were well rotten and about to give completely away.
	In a panic the boy scrambled pushing away the pain of the many splinters gouging into his skin.  He cussed a lot, though, but managed to finally pulled himself up and out of pit.

	He lay heaving on his backside—his head hurt and he couldn’t push away the numerous hurtie owies brought on by the splinters.
	“Did you die up there?” shouted Brianna.
	“I’m taking a shit, leave me alone.” Boyd said and hustled to find something help the others out, too.  His first find was a long iron pipe.  Then some old crates, a wheelbarrow, and a cargo push-truck.  There was the old oak tree but not close enough where a length of rope also found would do any good.  
	But using the crap that was thrown in, though, success!  Angus noted the handcart had rungs in between the handles and wedged backwards against the wall set on top of one of the crates tossed down.  Then with the bit of rope there was one by one the rest of Boyd’s companions were hauled up.
	Minutes later and there was a horrible noise from the pit; the kids risked it and peered in—the water had stopped; there were still odd burbling sounds deep within—the muddy water had come up about halfway, just enough to cover the valves and the kids’ heads.
	“Whew!” exclaimed Angus, “The Rat Hole Gang survives another one!”
	“Whistle Stop--” Brianna coughed, “Whistle Stop Kids.”  She looked to Autumn smiling, it had been Autumn’s suggestion to begin with and Brianna liked it.
	“Whistle Stop!?” scoffed Boyd, “Bleeck!” he made a face of displeasure suggesting another moniker for the gang—
	Brianna got up against the mud covered boy clutching his nuggets,
	“It’s Whistle Stop or No Balls (or pussy) for Boyd!”
	“Whistle Stop Kids it is!”

*
Prance of the ponies
	She looked cute—she looked pissed.  Nice ass, small size, clean face (although it was mad.)  Being wary of security cam placement, August eased up to the Target’s space.
	“Hi.” He said to announce himself before getting too close and frightening the girl off.
	“Hi.” She said in a stern voice conveying “Yeah, I’m pissed off.” She seriously had the “I’m mad & pissed off” face to go with the voice; sulled up, arms folded, so mad she couldn’t see straight.
	Broad daylight but it was worth the chance; August parked himself close to the girl on the city bus stop seat.

	“Having a bad day?” he said being coy and checking the status of his EMAD.
	“Yeah.” The girl said still not truly aware of any potential danger she could possibly be in.  She no more than ten, nice full bodied reddish brown hair, a clean face, a beginner’s chest, blue shirt and blue jeans—with matching tennis shoes and ankle socks.  August, of course, had to wonder if she had on matching blue underwear!  Of course!
	“So what’s going on?” he pressed turning the dial of his diver’s watch that initiated First Contact.  He had to keep an eye on foot traffic on both sides of the street; vehicle traffic; where those damnedable security cameras were; and anyone peeking thru apartment windows, café windows, storefront windows.  Downtown shenanigans were difficult under the circumstances; strange shit had been happening and person or persons involved were using an EMAD to commit their lewd acts of personal satisfaction al la gratification at someone else’s expense.  So Johnny Law, the Mayor, Federal Law Enforcing Agents were stepping up their efforts to secure the town and its inhabitants.
	Regardless, August Moone tempted fate.
	“Shelby Jenson got a horse.”
	“And YOU didn’t?”
	“They said I cheated.” she fumed.
	Once more—with clarity.
	“We had to write an essay for school and the winning essay got a new horse from Meadows Farm.”
	Ah.
	“And you cheated?”
	“I didn’t cheat—exactly.” Ah.
	She sighed and turned from being pissed to being sad.  “I wanted that horse.” She said almost to the point of crying; “I was going to name it Precious.”  Good name for a cat—but a horse?
	The essay was in Jolene’s handwriting, but it was her high school sister’s essay on woodland creatures and the environment they live in.  Good essay, though.  Unfortunately, Jolene’s teacher realized the essay as one written by the girl’s sister when SHE was in the same class.  Can we say BUSTED!?
	Thought you could.
	It wasn’t discovered until sometime later—the teacher’s memory thought she had seen the essay before—it had been worded differently in a feign attempt to hide the fact that it was merely a re-write.  Jolene was up against Shelby Jenson who wrote about the oceans she had never seen.

	On the day of the birth of the foal at neighboring Meadows Farm, home of Magic and Copper, Ms. Galbreth realized she HAD seen the essay and dug it up from her files and made the comparison.  She had to confront Jolene and Jolene had to confess.  And there went the pony she was supposed to get.  School wasn’t in session—but it was one of those Summer events to help students with extra credit and keep them busy so they wouldn’t be out into mischief making.
	After being found out Jolene was embarrassed—and pissed and while the students in her class group went to the farm to see the new foal—and Shelby to claim it, Jolene slipped away and fumed—and fumed—and fumed some more.	
	“Well,” drawled August feeling the girl’s pain and misfortune, “I’ve got a horse.”
	Jolene almost brightened up, “You do?”
	“Yep,” August said smiling rearing back proudly, “three of them!”
	Jolene’s mouth opened wide in awe.
	Oh she was pretty in the face—regardless if she was pissed or not.
	“Would you like to see them?”
	Jolene gulped, licked her lips and without a thought nodded, “Yeah!”
	August smiled and took the girl’s hand…

	Ten miles outside of town was August’s home; along the way…
	‘Undo your pants—take them down.’
	Jolene looked curiously forward and seemed to struggle to breath.  She began to breath hard, cock her head, and appear to be in a struggle (inside her head.)  She licked her lips, gulped, then with fumbling fingers undone her jeans.
	August slyly checked his EMAD—it was working but not in the Green Zone—indicators were in the in the Yellow Zone indicating that absolute mind overwhelming tactics were not optimum.
	At the stop sign, though, Jolene’s pants were at her ankles.
	Blue panties she wore, powder blue, plain.
	‘Scoot forward.’  The mind link sent from the EMAD via August’s thoughts were met with slight hesitation—but the girl scooted forward, then leaned back as per further command.
	With her legs bent back, August smoothed his hand to the back of her thighs then right to her darling little tight butt with fingers touching the girl’s crotch.  He was about to slip his fingers under the hem when a car blasted its horn from behind him.
	Sheer panic filled him—BUSTED!
	But it was an old fart in an old camper truck wondering if August had fallen asleep, died, or was waiting for Christmas?  Aug hit the accelerator and turned left making closer to home.  The old fart in the camper truck blasted his horn again and turned right.
	A few miles closer and August had the girl dress herself—he still had “company” at his place and she wasn’t quite “fixed” just yet.  He was still feeling her out—Lyanna, he had an idea that she was a naughty girl, more than submitting sexually to her former high school lover.
	“I smell horses!” Jolene outbursted.
	Well, being in the “country” it was a given.
	August pulled into his place; mostly flat and mostly sand with dandelions dotting the landscape mostly.  A few boulders, some cacti here and there; a pine lodge pole fencing surrounding the 8th Month’s place; and the horsey corral.
	“May I introduce to you, Atom Might!” August said with a wave of his hand.  The girl was ecstatic and it was thought that she might pee herself—of which August wouldn’t mind seeing.  The day was not too hot but it was humid—living in the area of openness, meadows and fields of untamed grasses, a pond here and there, it made for sometimes unpleasant air.
	Jolene’s eyes bulged as she was introduced to the mighty Atom Might.
	“Whoa!” she exclaimed with her young heart stopping, “He’s awesome!”
	The girl was totally taken by the horse—August was taken by the girl.
	Atom Might was gentle but not quite—so Auggie sidestepped the entranced child to the next stall to meet Kosmo—who was (gentle.)  Jolene was equally mesmerized by the beauty of the gentle brown and white horse.
	“Kosmo, with a K.” August told her.  Jolene was all smiles and narrowly missed stepping in Kosmo’s poo.  The horse made a noise (he farted) and deposited more poo.  Jolene giggled at the horse fart and paid no attention to the dropping poo.
	“Would you like to ride him?”
	The girl’s breath was taken away.  “Can I?” and “Really?”
	“Yes you can, really!” and he helped Jolene up onto Kosmo, with a K.
	It wasn’t her first time on a horse, she had friends who had horses, she had been to fairs and other events where horses were available to ride.  But she didn’t have one of her own—and girls for some reason just LOVE horses.

	While hoisting the girl up onto Kosmo—August’s hand placement went unnoticed.  Right on Jolene’s butt he copped a sly feel with the girl fully herself and not under the influence of the EMAD.  Of course, the girl was too jazzed up about riding a horse she gave little to no thought about the hand placement.
	Out into the open corral they went with Auggie holding the leader rope.  Jolene was on top of the world—completely unawares of the dangers lurking before her.  
	Around and around and around the corral before allowing the girl to go at on her own.  Aug backed up to watch her—joined by Carly.
	“What’s going on?” the possibly jealous girl asked.
	“A new sister for you.”
	“Oh.” then, “Your girlfriend’s up.”
	“Thanks.” for the information; then he squatted and gave his “daughter” a generous hug, a kiss, and a butt squeeze.  His attention returned to Jolene who was still reeling.

	Some many minutes later and both horse and rider needed a drink of water.  August helped Jolene down—hands on her sides he pulled up her shirt and brought her butt down on his throbbing erection.  They led Kosmo back to his stall where he was wiped down, brushed, and cooed to.  Kosmo ate it up, drank his fill of water, farted and peed.
	Jolene blushed and giggled when Kosmo did his natural thing.  August handed his “new daughter” a bottle of ice cold water.  She was then introduced to Pepper, the mare.  Pepper had light almost blond-like coat with black splotches here and there, and there.  “She likes carrots.” August said, they all did.  With another water provided to Jolene there also came some carrots.  
	“Eh, it wont be long and this one will be giving us another.”
	Jolene didn’t get it.
	“Uh, she’s going to have a baby.”
	Jolene’s eyes brighten—“AWESOME!”
	And to see the girl wet her pants, “And YOU can have it!”
	No words from Jolene.  Her breath was literally taken away.
	“You mean it?”
	“Absotively!”
	“Oh thank you!” she cried and embraced August spilling some water from the bottle down his back.  He hugged the girl, cupped her butt and she didn’t seem to mind—or more to the point was too overcome with emotions to realize it.  That suited August just fine.

	Another bottle of water then she met Onre, the goat.
	“Onre?” inquired the girl.
	August smiled, “A mispronunciation of “ornery”.  Kind of a French flair; he looks French, acts snobbish, wont do as told, but caves in eventually but behaves differently when cornered.  He’s ornery.”
	Jolene giggled and managed to pet the goat without getting bite—she got butted but not bit.  Another water and the girl had the need August was waiting for.
	“I need to use the restroom.” she said politely.
	“Sure.” August said and waved his hand for her to go before him.  His eyes focused on that delicious little butt.  She was almost out of the stall area when,
	‘Stop.’
	No hesitation, Jolene Gnatnoop came to an abrupt stop.
	August sighed, licked his lips and continued—the EMAD indicators were showing all green across the board.  The brain wave patterns were all locked in and Jolene was his.
	‘Undo your pants—push them down.’
	No hesitation—the pants were undone and pushed down.  From his vantage point he could see a face in the window of his home peering out—Carly.  He hoped Lyanna was busy bathing or still in the process of waking up.  Kosmo farted and Atom Might whinnied.
	Jolene remained absolutely still—pants at her ankles.
	August got closer—real close.  On his knees he eyed the girl in her powder blue panties.  “Turn around.” he said aloud.  With his hands out steadying Jolene—she turned herself around to face him.  Beautiful girl she was—such a clean sweet face.  He still remembered when he first saw her how pissed off she had been!  
	“You gotta pee?” he asked boldly.
	Jolene nodded.  The EMAD continued to show that “he had her.”
	With a sigh, “Pee.” He waited a moment, Jolene furrowed her brow; brain wave activity showed the girl was in debate.
	“It’s alright, honey, go ahead and pee.” he was calm and focused—focused right on the girl’s crotch.  Jolene licked her lips, stared straight thru August and then began to piss thru her panties.  August was delighted.
	  The girl was oblivious and pissed a good piss right thru her powder blue undies—as the stream died she wetted onto her pants at her ankles.
	‘Take ‘em down.’ August whispered.  His lust was mounting, his cock aching, his delight increasing ten-fold—especially when the girl hooked her panties and pushed them down.

	Aug let out a low moan (of delight) and eyed the girl’s bald poon.
	“Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch.” He exclaimed, “That’s a nice cunt.”
	Jolene remained still, quiet, oblivious.  August leaned in to her and kissed her on the lips, drove his tongue into her mouth and fondled her butt until his “delight” pulled him to take her off to one side…
	Meanwhile…
	Being forced to submit was one thing—doing it on your own something else.  Luci Glorina and Tommy Michaels were faced with a dilemma—as were they all.  The girls had to do the boys—the boys had to do the girls.  That meant the Girls had to firstly SUCK the boys; the Girls had to suck on the boys’ testicles, ride the boys, sit on the boys’ faces, and lick their assholes.  Five minutes for each act.  
	Already, though, Michael had been “involved” with various acts with the girls.  The girls had had their “turn” in the bathroom with the horrible-horrible naked stranger.  But the threat of punishment pushed Michael and Luci to get started—they casually checked the smokey glass covered security cams in the four corners of the room—there was no choice but to comply.  So, to help Michael whose cock had somewhat soften Luci laid herself out, opened her legs, and fingered herself.
	Suzanne did likewise but no one else.  Tommy got wood—so did Derry and Steven.  It still was embarrassing and Tommy realized that he would rather be “forced” into submission than going at on his own will.  He sighed and slowly began to masturbate getting his cock all the harder.  He sweated and was greatly ashamed and highly humiliated.  It was difficult not to look at the other girls, Arnella, Sara, Julia, Angela.  They all were pretty, all were naked.  It was a dream cum true!  But the circumstances were a little much.
	Anyways, Luci noting Tommy’s hard-on sufficient got up to her knees.  Closing her eyes she took the boy’s cock, worked it a bit, shook her head—sighed, breathed onto Tommy’s cock, then pressed her lips to the dick and began.
	Suzanne quit fingering herself and got up on her knees beside Luci and watched in awe.  Already, though, she had been forced to suck to suck the horrible-horrible man’s cock.  Tommy’s was a little bit smaller.
	Angela and the other girls gathered to watch—as per the horrible man’s command—don’t turn the dial (on the radio) and suck all the boys one at a time.  Luci engulfed Tommy’s cock, one hand on his dong while the other was on his ass.  Tommy arched his back and reeled in receiving the blowjob—his young mind was empty of all other thoughts as all there was was the joy of being sucked.

	Luci took care of his testes, too.
	When done, Luci set back and Tommy was flushed.
	“What’s next?” Suzanne asked.
	‘Suck the boy—suck the boys—suck the boys.’ thought Luci.  With a sigh she looked to Derry.  The black boy had a raging hard-on—he tried to keep from grinning but the anticipation of getting a hummer was too much to ignore.  Getting sucked by his fellow dudes hadn’t been cool, but a girl’s lips on his pecker would be ok.
	As Luci sucked on Derry, Suzanne took her turn sucking on Tommy.
	Tommy managed to hold off blasting hot sticky cum until humping off in Sara’s mouth.  He couldn’t hold it and just a minute into her five minute allotted suck and Tommy M was shooting spunk.  Sara didn’t like it and spat out the goo exclaiming “GROSS!”
	Now young Tommy was more embarrassed.
	Derry blasted his load into Arnella’s mouth.
	Steven was too young but not Nick who squirted into Angela’s mouth.
	After all the girls had sucked on ALL the boys—
	Luci came to her knees in front of a bewildered Tommy.
	“What?” he asked.
	‘Suck ‘em—fuck ‘em.’ the words of the horrible stranger rang inside her head.  She and the girls had sucked on the boys’ tools and their nut sac, five minutes each.  It had been embarrassing to beat all—even more so to have to suck on the young willy of seven year old Shaun Shawn.  The little boy was cute and deeply embarrassed but was sucked on and seemed to take it ok.
	“You heard him.” she said lowly.
	Tommy had to do a quick re-think.  Then he smiled, giggled, blushed, and “turned around.”
	Oh God.
	Luci thought she would get the fucking out of the way first—but there was Tommy’s near lily white ass.
	‘lick their holes.’
	What a horrible thing to do!
	Luci began to breath hard.  “This sucks.” she said aloud.
	Tommy had “bent over” spreading his cheeks.
	The kids surrounding were in total awe.
	Luci was revolted.  Threat of punishment, though, prompted her to “get it over with” and she planted her face to Tommy’s ass flicking her tongue to the boy’s cornhole.

	Tommy couldn’t help but clench his hole.  It was a mind boggling experience to be sure.  Luci didn’t know how the horrible man’s security cam could see if her tongue was to Tommy’s hole or not, but she didn’t want to risk getting punished or seeing anyone else punished because of her.  So she licked and licked and licked and was totally grossed out.
	‘you better not fart!’ she thought hard.  She licked and licked and—
	“TIME!” shouted Angela who held the stop watch given to her by the horrible man.  Luci sat back—‘whew!’ She felt ill, hot, and totally-totally grossed out to the max.  Her first thought was—‘I don’t ever want to do that again!’  But there were four more boys to go!
	Suzanne sort of hesitated and balked at licking cornhole.  She was more than grossed out and a little more than sickened at the deed deemed worse than cocksucking.  
	“You’re going to get punished!” exclaimed Arnella.
	“Or one of us is if you don’t.” added Angela.
	Tommy felt for the girl, for all of them.  He was a little grossed out about the deed, too; but there was little he could do about it.  He had already been spanked and figured that “punishment” from the horrible-horrible naked man could be even more than that.
	Finally the upset hesitant girl gave in and tongued Tommy’s hole, and then Derry, Nick, Steven, and lastly Shaun.  None of the girls wanted to do anything with Shaun, he was just so young!  But no one wanted to be punished, either.  The image of cornholing was deeply embedded into each of the girls—inasmuch as the boys held in their minds the girls each sucking them.
	“What’s next?” Tommy asked afterwards.
	‘What the fuck?’ Luci thought, ‘Weren’t you hear when that fucker gave his speech?’ She sighed and mulled over how she was going to say it.
	“We have to do it.” she said lightly without saying it fully.
	“Do what?” Derry asked.
	“Sex,” Luci said almost pissed off, “we have to have sex.”
	Angela nodded, “Right—all of us.”
	“Actually,” said Sara, “we’ve done the boys—now the boys have to do us.”
	“Whattya mean?” Steven asked.
	Luci nodded remembering suddenly the order the man had decreed.
	“Right, she’s right—we’ve done all of you—and now you have to do us.”
	“Do what?” Nick asked.

	Luci sighed deeply—“You have to do to us what we just did to you.”
	“Oh shit.” breathed Derry.
	“Yep.” replied Luci.  She laid down, opened her legs, and looked to Tommy who would be first.  Tommy looked ill.  Luci fingered her pussy—her mind was a buzz with confusion.  How much more horrid was it going to get?  Hmmmm