Book II
Adventures of August Moone
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter One

	It was raining (again), which was not entirely a bad thing.  The rain was as soothing as any hot bath or massage.  He watched the storm clouds billow and slowly move across the distant landscape completely enveloping the Nacimento Mountains.  
	He sighed letting out his breath.  He still wrestled with Reality and the concepts thereof.  There was the realness of her person, and of what was going on around him; he could smell the rain, feel it, taste it--but was it real?
	Behind him Rusty and Danny pegged Wendy in “sandwich” form.  Charlotte sat in the passenger seat smoking a cigarette, naked, legs open, lightly/methodically diddling herself.  Thoughts to her own.  This new life August presented her was still unsettling, letting go of her former life was not so easy.
	But still she wanted it.  And she did NOT want August to “help” her forget.  The Device she was sure could do that, zap her mind so as she would not remember her children, her husband, or career.  She did not overly embrace her new life, but wasn’t going to turn away from it, either.
	“Maybe for a while.” she said at length.
	“Beg pardon?”
	A rain cloud came and began drenching the juniper green panel truck, Rusty and the other two were sound asleep, butt bare assed naked, arms and legs akimbo.  Charlotte seemed (was) lost in thought.  She had tossed her ciggy out the wing window and watched rivers of rain wash it away.
	“For a while, I’ll stay.” her thoughts were muddled and unsure.
	“Until you’ve had your fill?”
	“Something like that.”
	At which time then she would embrace her new life unknowingly with the help of the Device, or return to her old life.  Whether or not she would to remember what had happened to her during her absence remained to be seen.  She was iffy on that subject.  But for now, she was crossing a new boarder in her pursuit of sexual immorality.
	There would be many more boarders to cross…

	Danny only had to be dinked with just a little, causing him to fully adopt his new life.  There were deeply embedded images, though, of family and friends.  He still held them tightly--but only as so as he wanted to fuck them.  His mother was on top of the list, then both his sister, then there was a few cousins, an aunt, and a couple of school teachers.
	Wendy.  Wendy had to be nipped, her young pre-teen mind zapped to merely following command prompts.  She was good at Q&A; she was a so-so masturbator, knew a lot of “dirty” words but not their meaning.  She had seen nude boys, young boys, and boys peeing in the woods.  Nothing more.  She had not been molested, but her father DID squeeze her ass now and then.  Sometimes it made her uncomfortable.
	She farted now and then, but in private, when diddling her sex she thought not of boys, but of GIRLS!  She wandered what it would be like to be with other girls diddling each other!  It was determined that she was not overly curious about boys as was she about girls!
	Rusty and Danny loved devouring her pussy, and watching her PEE, too, was a particular delight.  With the panel parked alongside the road--they had left Gallup and at Grants they turned north towards the Continental Divide--here alongside the lone two-lane Wendy stood with legs spread wide, butt bare assed naked, peeing.  She was fed lots and lots (and lots) of water and then when the “need” struck her, she straddled young Danny who was fascinated with girl’s peeing.  Danny, also naked, sat on his ass on the very cool & wet ground watching a stream of pee gush out of Wendy’s poon.
	Thereafter he licked her pussy and got a terrific hard-on.  Wendy naturally occupied it and they fucked right on the ground.  To say the least Charlotte was intrigued and after her fill of water, she too took a turn--peeing on Rusty.  Thereafter, Rusty devoured her pussy and Charlotte gushed orgasmic juices.

	It came to pass that long the way down to Interstate 25 from Highway 44, two more came to join the travelers.  Teenage girls, 16 & 15.  The sixteen year old was of Mexican heritage, the fifteen year old was a Japanese exchange student.  Both “acquired” from a bus.  A tour bus that had broken down.  There was an accident scene therebouts and lots of peoples milling about, the Subjects were “easily” and readily zapped and brought into the fray, much to the chagrin of Charlotte.  She was getting first hand awe of the Device gadget.
	Then, just before reaching the northbound interstate, a pair of kiddies, under ten, boys.  After the interstate and before entering the capital city Santa Fe, another pairing--under ten, girls.
	It was getting rather crowded in the panel.  August had a plan for that, though.  They cruised into Santa Fe, August gave Charlotte some cash--he always had $$--when one had a device such as the Device--one ALWAYS had cash!!
	She went to fetch some food and drink and new clothes for herself, though she really wouldn’t wear clothes much.  Rusty tagged along with her, they were “chummy.”
	“Trust me.” Charlotte had to say to August before she departed.
	“So far I have.” he said to her.
	“Could be dangerous.”
	“Could be.”
	Charlotte wondered, did the son-of-a-bitch have something on her, had he done something to her she wasn’t aware of to prevent her from going to the authorities?  She didn’t know--she didn’t want to know.
	While the two Regulars were gone, August sized up his newbies.

	The two teens couldn’t finger what was happening to them, or how.  They weren’t tied up or restrained in any way, but they had no choice but to comply with the Tormentor/Abductor’s commands.  The girls were visibly frightened of their predicament, they clung to one another and tried to make since of it.
	But there was no making since of it; there was a video camera brought out and set up, then the Tormentor undressed before them, masturbating and waggling his cock before them.  The girls who did not know one another before clung to one another as sisters.
	One of the “others” was already naked, he sat up on his knees and masturbated, eyed the girls with glee and made the two abducted ones very uncomfortable.
	“Take off her shirt.” commanded the Tormentor to the girl known as Shawnra.  She was a Tex-Mex girl, long silky dark hair, daddy was a Mexican while mommy was a white woman who had a black daddy!  Long and tall she was, Shawnra, silky smooth and somewhat refined.  She didn’t support a lot of make-up or perfume, but whore a tight white southwestern style blouse with equally tight jeans with shiny do-dads on them.
	She resisted the command given to her but then found her self unable to.  It was like looking through the eyes of someone else as her fingers came up and began undoing the buttons to the other girl’s blouse.  And for an added incentive the famous “Convincer” was brought out into play, the electronic electrocuting hand gun zapper.  One of the other new “arrivals” was pulled up and bent over the Tormentor’s lap, the jeans of the eight year old yanked down along with her pink panties.  The Convincer was placed directly between the child’s cheeks.
	“Piss me off and she gets it!” mouthed the Tormentor.
	There was, naturally, a hell of a lot of “carrying” on, from all the new arrivals.  They settled out as they grew exhausted from the uproar and Shawnra G timidly undone the other teen girl’s blouse.
	The bra came neatly.
	The “other teen”, Mira Hikira, was Japanese, a foreign exchange student stranded on the disabled bus back along the lone highway a ways back.  Nice breasts.  Very small and dainty, a lovely face if ever there was, very pretty.  Short dark hair, supple skin with an awesome allure to her persona.
	She wore a skirt, but not a school uniform skirt, she just liked skirts.  It was removed by Shawnra followed by the panties.  Danny stroked his bone and lusted.  August fondled the boy’s ass and slipped a finger down into his crack diddling his hole.  “In due time, my boy, due time.”
	“Your turn, now.” August said calmly to Mira.  The teen of fifteen years gulped, nodded her head, but held fast her position--sprawled out on the floor of the “van” butt naked for all to see.  She was a virgin and only sometimes fingered her pussy.  She had no brothers but three sisters, she had an uncle who “fingered” her and sucked her breasts.  Mira masturbated the uncle until he came off onto her hand and then he would be satisfied.
	“Don’t you worry that he will do this to your other sisters?”
	Mira did, all three sisters were younger than she with the youngest being merely five.  The uncle had fist started molesting Mira when she was nigh but six years young.
	Slowly she complied with the commands to strip down Shawnra.
	When both teens were nude, Shawnra lay out on the carpet--feet to August and Danny, Mira settling her cunt down onto Shawnra’s face and going down to nosh on the Tex-Mex pussy.
	The video camera captured it all.
	August scooted up and brought his aching bone to Mira’s face, the girl sucked it in between licking out Shawnra’s virgin cunny.  Danny rubbed his cock against the girl’s ass and watched gleefully as Shawnra licked out Mira’s cunny.
	August eased in his cock into Shawnra, breaking her virginity.  Danny slipped his own bone into Mira’s backdoor, Shawnra forced to latch onto Danny’s balls and suck them as he butt fucked.
	The remaining kiddies all clung to one another, save for Wendy who was curled up asleep.  The kids watched and August got more and more enthralled.  Charlotte and Rusty returned with food-to-go and new clothes and an eyeful of debauchery in progress.

	With Rusty holding back one leg, Danny the other, Shawnra went down (as per command) and noshed on Charlotte’s cunt.  Charlotte tweaked her nipples and closed her eyes.  August got behind Shawnra and entered her backdoor, spanking and smacking her.  Mira lay off nakedly to one side eyeing the horror.  When August had cum, however, Mira was “prompted” to come hither and lick clean Shawnra’s cum laden asshole.
	She would not.  There was no way.  That was a horrible thing to do.
	August prompted again.  Again the import refused.
	So August again grabbed the girl from before, yanked her pants and panties down and commenced “convincing” the Japanese girl to comply.
	STILL she would not.  She curled up and huddled and began bawling.
	So did the little girl after her ass crack received a tremendous jolt of electrical juice.  August then grabbed a little boy and jerked his clothes down, pressing the prongs of the Convincer to the boy’s bare bald balls.  “Git yer fucking tongue to her asshole, NOW!” he bitched.
	Mira howled and bawled and would not.
	Another victim flipped out on the carpet.  August was enraged, he grabbed Mira by the hair and pressed the Convincer to her breasts.
	“AUGUST!” came a shout, from Charlotte.
	August paused, gathered himself, and stopped.

	Shawnra was more into complying than Mira.  She obeyed the “prompts” from the Ultimate Tormentor, stripping the kiddies down to bare skin, fondling the two boys, and sucking on Danny and Rusty’s prong.  Mira lay huddled on the floor watching, tightening up and in total oblivion.
	Shawnra sucked off on the two boys, drinking their spillage before slurping on the young peckers of  Josh and Billy, nine and eight years respectively.  She sucked on their bare bald balls, caressed their bare asses, and then turned them about and licked their cracks.  Into each boy’s asshole she finger fucked them before laying down and taking each boy to her pussy--guiding his tally into her cunny and helping him to hump.
	Charlotte watched all in mild curiosity, Rusty between her legs, sitting.
	The Device was used to put Mira into “comply” mode.  August nailed her then, hard.  After first fucking her senseless he rested and had both Rusty and Danny take a turn, then she was laid over the arm of a chair and spanked relentlessly until August got the eye from Charlotte, “enough.”
	Then Mira’s delicate searing ass was fucked.  Then with her hole all gooey with cum, Shawnra willingly licked it clean.  Again Rusty and Danny filled Shawnra’s backdoor as she licked.
	Mira licked Shawnra’s cunt and finally her hole, thereafter she was spanked and while she sucked on Charlotte’s cunt.  Meanwhile, August settled his attention to the two other girls, Amber and Janey, eight and seven years young.

Oh My God; Revelations and Other Things I Didn’t Need To Know
	Eight year old Amber was a sweet little thing, long silky brown hair, mystical eyes of blue.  She was almost frail, very skinny, small teeth askew, sported emerald earrings and had a melt-your-heart smile.  
	August had spent several long lingering minutes noshing on her lovely cunny.  Rusty held her legs back as his cock languished against the girl’s head, cum still oozing from its piss slit.  The child was under control, but of her own mind--just unable to do anything about her situation.
	After a long lick, August placed his prick against the girl’s poon and rubbed it up and down the slit.  He closed his eyes and humped the slit for several minutes, nothing more.  Charlotte watched him wandering if he would complete the hellish deed.
	She had issues with what he was doing, surely/clearly Amber and Janey were too young, but so had Mike and Eddy, with Carol and Bridgette.  Four kids Charlotte had spent some time with herself--teaching them Sex Ed from her bedroom.  Neighborhood kids she was fond of, kids who were friends of her own kids.  Kids as young as Amber and Janey, Josh and Billy.
	With Mike and Eddy Charlotte had caught masturbating, peeing in the bushes behind her house.  She had taken them into her home and spanked them.  Then she taught them the finer points of self stimulation.  They were young boys, nine years each.  She had fondled them, caresses their naughty bits, and enlightened them on what a nude woman’s body looked like.
	That very day she had both boys “satisfy” her.
	She then later caught the boys pantsing Bridgette, a seven year old cousin of Eddy.  Charlotte once more was there to “help” school the kids in the fine art of foreplay and then social fucking.  She utilized various vegetables from the crisper to help ease Bridgette into non-virginity.  Then each boy took a turn at licking Bridgette’s cunny, folled by mounting her and entering her.
	Carol soon joined when she, too, was caught in the bushes peeing and sucking on Mike’s cock.
	But that was different, August was a man.  A grown man.  He had a cock, a BIG cock.  It was thick and powerful, purple, and monstrous.  Little Amber was too young, far too young to be fucked so.
	But she was.
	August entered the child, gracefully, slowly.  He took his time, not really wanting to hurt her, just fuck her.  After a few successful pumps he pulled out, cleaned her up, then returned to sucking on her broken cunny before re-entering her and fucking her proper.
	Rusty got to doink little Janey, breaking her in, August’s schlong was too shagged out to shag.  Kevin doinked Mira while Charlotte licked out on Shawnra!

	They drove up into the nearby mountains above the capital city and turned off onto a lone road that frightened Charlotte, it was one of those “iffy” roads, pocked with rocks and ditches and narrow, too.
	“You know where you’re going?”
	“Yep.” was all he said.
	Charlotte hung onto the door, trying to close her eyes a few times as the big panel rumbled thru the unknown.
	There came a gate and August had a key.  Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, that they had finally came to a stop.  It was near evening type time, the air was chilling and Charlotte was completely lost.  (She wasn’t even sure if they were even in the state of New Mexico!)  state of confusion, sure…
	August did take a break, stripping off his clothes and taking Mira to her knees beside the truck, he peed on her, forcing her to suck him while he peed.  The girl retched and gagged, choked and sputtered, but consumed the cock and its contents.  Charlotte stood by and watched, said nothing; helping the boys Josh and Billy out of their confinement, then helping them to pee as well.
	Charlotte fondled the boys, rubbed their ass, then had them pee on a bush--her bush.  Thereafter she sucked on the boys’ tallywhackers before playing with them--having the boys get into a sort of impromptu cockfight.

					*****

	Transitions
	There were small huts made from the surrounding forest, in-ground homes, too.  A natural spring run right through the middle with a few small foot bridges crossings here and there.  It was another five miles from the gate to the hidden tranquil village, an Indian village tucked away and forgotten.
	Charlotte looked all around, many of the kids and some of the adults roamed carefree ah-natural.  (butt bare assed naked in other words.)  There was no hanky panky going on, well--none that Charlotte could see directly.
	August brought the panel to a stop in front of what appeared to be something of a general store--it had all the makings of one, including the ridiculous stereotyped Indian in front with cigars in hand.  An old pickup from the 50s was parked nearby, a pickup from the very early 70s was parked beside the establishment.  No other vehicles were seen.  (although there were many piles of tires, engine blocks and transmissions in the tall unkempt grass.)
	Several naked Indian kids came running up to August as he clambered out of his own truck.  He seemed to be known.  Charlotte saw, too, that there was a general mix of half-breed children, white & Mexican with a couple of African-American thrown in for good measure.  A thought began to form in her noggin, she wasn’t sure she liked it.
	Then out from the building they were parked in front of, the largest building in the area, a TALL Indian appeared.  Bare chested save for some beads and a beaded vest, a long multicolored feather dangling not from his long thick raven black hair but from an earlobe!
	He wore buckskin breeches and tire-sandals.  He came out to the steps and looked to August Moone.  August was doling out candy and trinkets, small toys with the persona of Santa Claus!
	“’bout time you showed up!” sparked the big Indian.
	Though Charlotte had been raised in an area frequented with Indians from surrounding reservations, had gone to many Indian casinos, watched a lot of movies featuring Indians--for the life of her she had no idea what Tribe the big Indian was of.
	(not that it really mattered)
	“I know, it’s been awhile.”  then, “Been busy.”
	“Trouble?”
	“No, nothing serious--just a mind trip.” he let that go into oblivion without interpretation.
	The big Indian shrugged his shoulder and meandered off of the steps.  Charlotte didn’t like the way the situation was looking, the Indian was freakin’ huge!  His turds alone could squash August!
	He strolled up to August and the kids, then shooed the kids away.  He glared at August, August glared at him.  Charlotte got very nervous and wondered if she could locate August’s Convincer…
	There was no need, moments later after a long staring contest and some curt words “cutting” one another--”I’ve seen bear turds looking better than you!” along with, “Yer so butt ugly my dog won’t even hump your leg!”
	Charlotte tensed up, this didn’t look good.
	Until there came a smile from August.
	From Char’s position she couldn’t see the Big Indian’s reaction, but she him suddenly embrace the small white man before him, then did that Indian handshake followed by another embrace.
	August introduced the Big Indian as Ten Bears.
	The big Indian had a nice smile, seemed warm and friendly, Charlotte exited the truck and he held her hand guiding her out.  She caught the glance from Ten Bears to August and the slight shake of the head from August.  She wasn’t sure what that was all about, but could take a wild guess.
	The side door of the ‘51 panel was opened and the “occupants” filed out.  Ten Bears looked them over one by one as if they were some sort of “marketable” item.  “Not bad.” he smirked.  He eyed them all, made musings and then concluded his looksee with a nod.  “Not bad at all.”  then, “A good group, this time.”
	‘This time?’ Charlotte heard the words and knew.  What had she gotten herself into??
	Rusty leaned into Charlotte, Danny and Wendy remained shoulder to shoulder, Ten Bears knelt down before the “other” children, re-sizing them up.  “Hmmmm, lemme guess, no virgins, eh?”
	“Damn, nix-nix.” smirked August snap/clicking his fingers.
	“One of these days you’ll bring me one, eh?”
	August smiled and scooped up little Janey, her legs were opened and her nakedness once more probed.  Ten Bears eyed the young snatch, licking his lips and drinking in the blatant nudity of the child.
	“She’s not too broken in,” August mouthed, “I’ll make a note of it to bring you a virgin, next time.”
	“That’s what you said LAST time!”
	Janey was handed off to the big Indian, he took her and held her as a “daddy” would, supporting her with a hand under her dainty little butt.  August hefted up eight year old Billy, spreading his legs open.  Ten Bears fondled the lad’s wares, up his young legs and chest.
	Charlotte was growing horrified, she knew exactly what this was--well, in part she did.  It was a horrible thought, a disgusting notion.  It gave her a headache and made her sick to her stomach.
	“Have you been in touch with Standing Bear?” Ten Bears asked.
	August had to pause and think, he didn’t really know, maybe.  It was entirely possible.  But he nodded, he looked to Charlotte, then back to Ten Bears, “Yeah, a while ago, back at his place.”
	“How’s Little Deer?”
	August fondly recalled the Indian maid, she was--cute.  Refined, poised, dignified, and gave a mean blow job.  Ten Bears saw the look as satisfaction in August’s eyes and tousled the hair of eight year old Amber while looking warmly at Shawnra and Mira.

					*****

	Kids.  Lots and lots of kids.  Naked kids, too.  None were dressed, all ranged from as young as three to as old as eighteen.  It was a mix of nationalities, origins, backgrounds, colors, and breeds.  Boys and girls mixed but there were more GIRLS than boys--natch.
	Only a few buildings were “above ground”, the rest were buried, or constructed underneath.  Lots of tunnels leading to “community” rooms, private rooms, room rooms.  The secluded tribe lived primarily underground, for safety as well as security.  They lived there year round.  How they sustained themselves was somewhat unknown.  She assumed that being Indians they probably lived off of the land, but…
	Charlotte tried not to be too nosey, but being a reporter (former) it was her nature to snoop and pry.  She let her eyes wander as she and August were led about, August apparently had been at the “reservation” many times before and was fast friends with the big Indian, Ten Bears.
	It was a little disconcerting to know that she among a group of slavers.
	That was the only word she could come up with, the kids were not just kidnapped, they were kidnapped (and traded) for sexual purposes!  At first she was appalled to learn this.  Very appalled.  It was shocking and disturbing and went beyond the limits of her understanding.  Sex slaves.  Not just white slaves for sex, Mexicans, African-Americans, Asian, general white and regular Indian kids, too.
	Of the adults most were American Indian with a few half breed.  
	Charlotte almost felt as though she couldn’t breathe, the scope of the horror was incredulous.  Kids were brought to the reservation for--sexual purposes only?  Then what?  She didn’t want to know that part.  She knew the horror stories of American Indians of the Old West, but this was modern day times--did the Indians still commit such brutality?
	She didn’t want to think about it, the kids she saw were cute, beautiful kids all of them.  (especially the boys.)  teenage boys, pre-teen, and younger.  A subtle feeling seethed within her and she realized that she was “wet.”
	‘Oh my God!’ she quipped to herself.  She gulped and tried to reconcentrate on other things as she was led inside the underground reservation.
	There was feared seething through Charlotte, too; she was getting herself deeper and deeper into August Moone’s world and she wasn’t sure if she liked it.  Only a small portion of his world she was okay with, she knew that she herself was--was just as bad.  (but not to the same degree.)  She had unusual yearnings for boys, young boys.  She knew and was very well aware that it was immoral and wrong and horrible and so on.  But she craved it.
	So she knew better than to pass too much judgment on August and his “associates.”  but still…
	There were many “rooms” in the underground reservation, most were concealed with only a buckskin covering.  Other rooms were concealed with a structured door of  tree limbs.  Other rooms were wide open.
	Charlotte saw trinkets of various nature in niches here and there throughout the underground environment.  Vases, too, plants, and all the manner of someone going to the trouble to make the underground society homey.  Lighting was filtered in through duct work, using reflecting mirrors.  Air was constantly cool and comfortable and solar power was used to generate needed power for various implements like lighting in deeper areas of the underground; there were bathrooms whereas an electric fan helped divert the “odor” lingering there away.
	The Indians of the underground reservation were not totally self-sufficient, close--but there were modern devices found (and seen.)  Food mostly, cans of this and sacks of that.  She also saw a room with video equipment.
	What was going on here!?
	August paused along the way, Ten Bears had moved on and was in a conversation with an old-old Indian man.  Taking a brief moment of opportunity August parted the deerskin door.  Inside the 12x12 room hewn mostly out of some great boulder was a naked Indian tattooed with odd designs of stripes in various colors.  On a small rustic antique coffee table a naked ten year old girl lay straddling.  She clung to the table while the Stripped Indian behind her pumped into her.  It wasn’t determinate what “hole” he was in, little that it mattered, though.
	The girl was white, long bleached blond hair, she didn’t appear to be in distress and August closed the “door.”
	In a room nextly there was much activity with another big Indian, he lay out on comfy on a large overstuffed living room chair, legs draped over the arms happily being “serviced” by a lovely naked eighteen year old white girl with frizzy permed hair.  On her back on the clean swept dirt floor was a white woman in her mid 40s being hammered by a young buck, in her mouth was a young Mexican youth who had already cum and she was just now sucking on his balls and caressing his ass.
	There was no explanation, none was really needed and Charlotte just didn’t want to know anyways!
	“We won’t be here long.” August cooed to her as she was introduced to a room that had some plain iron beds.  He had pointed out the community bathroom down the “hall” and where the nearest “kitchen” was, “help yourself.” he told her.
	“If you wander about and faced with someone you don’t know and they want to know you--just tell them you’re with me and Ten Bears.”
	Charlotte stared at him, she really didn’t believe she would be doing much perusing or traipsing about in such a strange environment.  She already had a mild case of the heebie-jeebies as it were.

	How long was “we won’t be here long” going to be?  She sat on the military style iron bed, it had a so-so mattress and bed sheets, there was a chair and a stool, some throw rugs on the floor, a trash bin and not much else.  A painting of a sunset tacked to one of the walls, a niche containing odds and ends of bric-a-brac.  It was homey in a plain sort of way, but then again--when the only occupation seemed to center around immorality, the niceties in (and of) life, weren’t so important.
	So she waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  She wasn’t alone, Rusty, Danny, and Wendy were with her; the other “acquired” kiddies had gone with August and Ten Bears.  Charlotte could only assumed that they were now to become a part of the “tribe” of Ten Bears.  And that bothered her, she had thought that after August had had his “thrills” with the kids he would let them go, erase their memory of the encounter and be done with them.
	But now, they were in a totally new environment--for how long?
	Danny and Wendy were sleeping, Rusty cozy with Charlotte.  Jillions of thoughts rolled thru her mind, still deciding on the Right and Wrong of her actions, of her so-so willingness to join up with the rouge August Moone.  It would be easy to turn him in, to tell on him and his exploits.  But it wouldn’t be so simple.
	After the dust had settled she would still be with the knowledge of what had happened; her face willingly buried into the butt cheeks of Rusty, Kevin, and the younger boys.  Her willingly “helping” the young kiddies “get it on” with one another, her suckling on the boys’ schlong and willingly spreading her legs and enjoying a good doinking.
	No, it wouldn’t be easy after all.
	But child slavery, child sexploitation?  That was too much.  She couldn’t bare it.  She was only willingly capable of handling a small portion of the dirty deeds, the debauchery of her desires.  Did that put her in the same league as August?	
	August’s doings were the epitome of evil, sexually speaking.  And what was happening in the underground reservation society--that was unbelievably horrible.  There was no telling what ELSE went on that she didn’t know about.  Those things dark and disturbing she strove to keep at bay and not think about.
	At length Rusty crashed alongside the other two.  Charlotte caressed Wendy’s bare ass as she lay on her stomach, Rusty’s schlong and Danny’s were at their normal size but pressed nicely against the innocent girl’s skin.  Charlotte wondered (worried) about the other kids, Shawnra, Mira, Josh, Billy, Janey, and Amber.  What was their fate?  She knew most of what was to befall them, but what else?
	And August Moone, “when you going to bring me a virgin?”  the tale-tell sign that the Tormentor was no stranger to the secluded reservation.  And there was mention of another reservation, too--Standing Bear.  She shook her head, what had she gotten herself into!?

	Bored she strolled out into the dim lit hall.  She saw Indians moving about the cross sections, heard noises of sexual nature in the “rooms” around her, some spanking, mostly groans and moans and orgasmic explosions.
	The need to pee came to her, she held off for a bit, realizing that she had no idea where the “bathroom” was.  She saw a water cooler and a nite light down the hall, the walls and floor, and ceiling were all hewn from mother earth, swept clean with a few throw rugs here and there.  Charlotte made her way to the nite light, it was set a foot above the floor in a wall niche and had a pvc pipe running to it to power it.  Nite lights were all over the underground structure, she felt a fresh breeze of wafting air but couldn’t determine where it was coming from.
	She also caught the “scent” of a bathroom nearby.
	There was a heavy bearskin rug hanging at the “T” intersection, timidly she pushed the bearskin to one side and found the bathroom.  It was modernized, there was only a washbasin with a galvanized bucket full of water.  A cabinet containing rolls and rolls of toilet paper and feminine hygiene products.  In the back of the small ten by ten room was an old European community shitter.  A wall length urinal was there, too.
	Five “toilets” were available for use, no bidets.
	The toilet holes were constructed of a wood with modern seats.  The “pit” was stinky but treated with chemicals and pumped out when need be.  Charlotte at first held off, she was still clothed and still not 100% kosher with the whole underground society ordeal.
	She left and meandered down a hall, realizing quickly that she had the propensity of getting her self lost.  She didn’t know the layout of the underground halls and stopped before she moved too far from the hall she had emerged from.
	She saw (and encountered) a small band of bucks moving along, joshing one another, three pausing at another intersection to stare at the clothed one.  THEY were all naked, two had cum dripping from their uncut schlong, one still had a raging boner.
	“Uhm, er, uhm, I-I’m with August--and Ten Bears.” she stammered.
	The Indians said nothing and moved on down their hall.
	Charlotte sighed relief and backed up to her own hall.

	Some Indian maids she encountered, naked they were, they were pretty and young and smiled at her, bowed their heads in greeting and went on their way.  Charlotte continued on not actually turning down her hallway but straight on to another “T” intersection where she found something of a cafeteria.  It was the kitchen and it was “help yourself” type buffet.  There was even a soda machine in place, along with a few other variety machines dispensing sodas and off-brands, three snack machines, too!
	Hand made tables and chairs with a few modern day tables w/chairs, there, too, was the “natural” seating carved out from the walls.  Plank flooring was in place, ceiling fans and pictures, throw rugs and homey.
	In the stainless steel bins Charlotte found grits, hominy, corn-on-the-cob, Texas rice, and fried chicken.  Fruits and veggies and slabs of beef brisket, hot bread pudding, thick layers of sliced glazed ham, and sorts of appetizing morsels--none of which Charlotte was in the mood for.
	Her mind was still rocked, racked, with her new environment.  That mild case of the heebie-jeebies was increasing ten-fold.  She strove to calm herself and help herself to a bowl of bread pudding.  There was a lone Indian who was the server, he wore a breech/loin cloth but nothing else, he smiled at Charlotte, eyed her up and down and helped her to get a soda.  The machines required no money, but there was a trick to get the product out.
	In the “cafeteria lunch room” there were four regular sized Indian bucks, two with Indian maids.  In a back corner a white man, butt bare assed naked, sat with a lovely young fourteen year old girl who was also white.
	No one was engaging in any sexual frivolity, not in the lunch room.  More and more “residents” showed up; some young, some middle aged, some ancient.  White men came, too, naked and with “escorts.”  Charlotte was confused.  The escorts were equally white with one tall white man coming with a young teenage Indian girl.
	Charlotte closed her eyes, this was a dream.  Yes, that was it!  This was merely a fucking dream!
	But it wasn’t.
	Sure opened her eyes and the situation was still much the same.
	Being the only one clothed she remained where she was until at last the lunch room began to empty out.  Then she cleared/bussed her own table, smiled at the lone Indian re-filling the food bins, and departed.
	The urge to pee hit her and the can of soda she had drank didn’t help.
	She began looking for that bathroom again, this time in earnest.
	She took note that there were carved in the stone walls signs, indicators of hall numbers with arrows.  It was a sign to indicate where one was in the great underground labyrinth.  Finding the bearskin rug she peered in and found it was the bathroom she had been to earlier.  In she went, no one was in.  She had to pee, badly.  She would pee and then return to her “room” and wait for the one who said they wouldn’t be here long.
	Right in the middle (natch) of pissing away, the bearskin rug parted and an Indian came in.  He was midsize, not as big as Ten Bears but big enough, he was naked and waltzed up to the urinal.  It was a porcelain thing five foot long and attached to the stone wall.  A drain funnel emptied into the shit pit.
	Charlotte had the urge to “poop”, too, she had completed peeing and contemplated whether or not to “pinch it off” hold it or what.  The newcomer fondled himself as he peed, rubbed his bronze-like ass and casually glanced over his shoulder as he stood askew sideways from Charlotte.
	“You with August Moone?” he asked in a gruff deep voice.
	“Y-yes, yes I am.”
	The Indian said nothing, nodded his head, completed his peeing, picked up the bucket and washed his urine down and walked out.

Things I Didn’t Need to Know
	A few deerskin concealed rooms down from the bathroom on her way back to her own room Charlotte paused, taking note of a deerskin door partially opened, due to a throw rub that was askew and bunch up holding the “door” open; enough to allow Charlotte an eyeful of debauchery in progress.
	Inside was a white man, kind of tall.  He wasn’t alone.  With him were some kiddies of various ages along with a tall white woman.  Charlotte hung back, shoulder to the wall--watching as the white man with dark hair put it to a girl about 14, she was bent over a handcrafted coffee table, noshing on the poon of the tall white woman with long reddish brown hair.
	Were they all related?  Charlotte didn’t think so.  
	Of the kiddies there was a Chinese boy, a token African American, and a Mexican lad.  There were three girls, the oldest was the fourteen year old with two others who were ten and six.  Charlotte determined that THEY were possibly sisters.  
	The woman the teenage girl was munching on was sprawled out on an overstuffed loveseat, her legs pulled/held back and she was in deep orgasmic pleasures.  The Chinese boy was up against the woman having his wares fondled, the black boy had straddled her chest and was having HIS wares devoured!  The woman’s hands clutched at the lad’s black ass, sucking him fully.  
	This action only created a furor in the lone man, he quickened his pace in banging the girl he was doinking, he pulled out of one hole and plugged the other, spanked the girl’s cheeks and began cumming off into her.
	When he had completed his task and withdrew, strands of juice drizzling from his schlong tip as well as the teen’s pussy and asshole--the middle sister took charge of cleaning the cock while the Mexican had the task of cleansing the teen girl’s pooter and cunny.
	The lone tall white man scooped up the youngest child, held her against him and squeezed her butt, then kissed her right on the lips.  He soon turned her upside down and placed her head to his dangling bone, the ten year old gripped the man’s schlong and placed it into the little girl’s mouth.
	The lone white woman lay out on the loveseat and placed the Mexican boy between her legs, he was approx. eight or so years young.  The boy commenced to humping like he knew how, the Chinese boy happily suckled on the woman’s lovely B-cup breasts.
	Charlotte was mystified--what the fuck was going on here!?
	The teen girl moved to lay out on the floor, head against the lone piece of furniture, the love seat.  
	“Put your head up between his legs.” said the man.
	The teen girl moved her head to put it up between the Chinese boy, then she began to suck his balls and cock, fondle/caress his bare ass.  The black boy came and was positioned into screwing the teen girl.  He was approx. nine years young.  
	The man then turned the wee little girl back to normal, but laid her out on the coffee table, held her legs back and introduced his cock to her very young cunny.  She was not a virgin and Char could see that the wee child had been doinked many times before.  The man guided his cock into the child’s vagina and proceeded with the act of fucking.
	Why she remained in the hall spying she didn’t know.  Not until moments later when she felt a “trickling” of something going down her legs!  ‘Oh my God!’ at first thought she was peeing without realizing it.  But no, she was “cumming” without realizing it.  
	She slipped a hand inside her baggy new jeans and panties and found her muffin quite moist.  It was disturbing to her, she couldn’t quite grasp the rationalizing--inside the room was debauchery most high.  She assumed that the man was the girls’ father, the woman his wife.  The boys, just members of the underground horror society.
	Screwing a little girl (or boy) was one thing, but it was ten times as worse if it was your own!
	Charlotte found herself frigging herself, then peering back into the room.  The woman was sitting up, cuddling the black boy, fondling his ass and being sucked on (at the titties) by him.  She looked to the man who had just “finished” with the little blond girl.  There was a head nod and an indication that both startled and frightened Charlotte; the man began making his way to the door!
	Charlotte couldn’t move, not even.  Her legs were numb, her cunny was on fire.  The man came right up to the door, but didn’t open it, he instead was fiddling with something BY the door.  The sounds that were made were all too familiar to the newsroom reporter, a cassette--a video cassette tape being ejected and another one put in its place.
	The sordid event in the room was being video taped!
	The debauchery was now twenty times horrible.
	Then the man suddenly noticed he had “company.”
	“Hello.” he said with a dashing smile.  She thought she recognized him, and that was frightening.  She blinked and found herself speechless.
	“You want to come in?”
	Charlotte was beginning to panic, she shook her head and the man parted the deerskin door.  “Come on in, you can.”
	Charlotte didn’t know what to say, what WAS there to say?
	She blinked her eyes and the man continued to hold the door open, standing askew so as the woman within could see her, too.
	“Uhm, I’m Danny, and this is my friend Becky.”
	Charlotte blinked her eyes, she stared at the two, closed her eyes and dragged up the info.
	“Danny Tanner, from Wake Up San Francisco?”
	“Danny” stared at the woman in the hall, a brief bout of hysteria and fear swelled within him.  
	“You know me?”
	“Not personally, no--but, uhm, er, we’re in the same business.”
	Danny nodded in understanding her statement.  He still held back the deerskin door and stood askew to allow her entrance.  Semi reluctantly she did.

	The other woman was Becky, co-host of the popular City by the Bay in California.  The girls were Danny’s daughters, he had no wife.  The boys were of the reservation, brought in by “others.”
	“I-I didn’t know just anybody could come here.”
	“Oh sure, it’s been around for a long time.”
	“How-how did you find out about it?”
	Danny suddenly got speechless, it was a secret and not just anybody could know about it.
	“What’s you name?” Becky asked.  She was a long tall gal, slender, long lovely reddish brown hair, sharp looking, too.  On a knee she supported the black boy, he fondled his wares and seemed engrossed with Becky’s tasty hooters.
	“Uhm Charlotte, I’m from K-Talk TV out of Flagstaff--”
	“Oh, yeah, that’s, our sister affiliate!” remarked Danny.  He stood with one of his girl’s happily slurping away on his dangling cum spewing cock, the older girl being doinked by the Mexican with the Chinese boy in her ass.  The younger girl up in Danny’s arms, a finger up the child’s anus.
	“Have you been here long?” Becky asked.
	“No.” dumb question, she (Charlotte) was still clothed!
	“You with somebody?”
	“August, August Moone.” 
	“Oh, him!” jeered Danny.
	“You know him?”
	“Doesn’t everybody?”
	‘nuff said.