August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips & Sidetrips
Chapter 12
Shadows and Other Dark Things

	There was yet another “round” for the Captive crew of the Tormenting Bastard One.  They were given a respite that lasted just six hours.  August continued to follow, Gunther was someone he surely wanted to meet, they had a lot in common and August had a means of which to make things easier.
	Although he assumed that Gunther might not be so obliging.  He had his method, August had his.  To each his own.  August was cool with that, but then again, Gunther might just be appreciative.  And that business of video taping the sordid event, that spoke to August, too!
	They were now in Nebraska.  Lots of flat land, grazing and crop land.  It was while on flat land with light traffic that August began shifting the driving responsibilities to the others.  Charlotte even took the wheel.  She was okay with it--so long as the traffic was light and they were on flat land.  She was not so inclined for any mountains, interstate, or city driving.  Ara was a little overwhelmed by the mammoth size of the mega RV, but she handled it fine just the same.  Alice did so as well.
	For a recap of who’s who (in case you hadn’t written down the rather lengthy character list) here you go:
	August Moone--central character
	Charlotte (adult)  “acquired” former television reporter out of Flagstaff, AZ.  She had come to cum and like it, shirking her former Pillar of the Community persona and becoming the slut she always wanted to be.
	Rusty Phart--a young teen on the run, seeking his destiny.  So far as note he had succeeded.  He was happy and contented with August, the blatant fucking was a good kicker, too.
	Danny--acquired at a chain restaurant; a so-so willing participant, the more fucking the more he was willing to participate.
	Winnie--another so-so willing participate; she, though, was Deviced more to make her more readily agreeable.
	Wendsy & September--a pair of tweaked out weirdos, psychopaths, socialpaths, and other forms of delinquent mannerisms.  But they were helpful and enjoyed being with August, inasmuch as he enjoyed being with them.
	Then there was the largest group acquired all at once; the Babysitter Seven Group, and their Associates.  Kristy, Mary Anne, Claudia, Dawn, Stacie, Mallory, Cheri.  Logan and Brock.  Karen, Kristy’s non-bio sister.  Megan Claudia’s biological sister.  Ara Lee Claudia and Megan’s mother.  Charlotte (child), Courtney, Jackie, Kevin, and Kyle (child) rounded out the kiddies for the group.
	And lastly, Alice and teenage son, Tommy, recently included from Colorado.
	They all traveled together in a mega 40’ recreational vehicle, towing on a trailer August’s ‘51 Chevy Panel Truck.
	The only mind dinking August had to do with the B’7 group was to help ease their strife in concerns for their reasonings for being in the predicament that they were in.  Other than that they were already naughty on their own.  That went so for Alice & Tommy, as well.  Alice, though, still had a mild concern for the little ones involved in all the outlandish sexuality, but she had the three young boys, Jackie-8, Kyle and Kevin (7/8 yrs.) bone her.  She fondled them and sucked them and had them both lay on her and fuck her.
	Brock and Logan usually had dips on banging the New Jersey woman.  Tommy banged off on the B’7 girls as satisfied Charlotte (adult) and Ara, too.  He was also seen rear entering Courtney, getting blown by Charlotte (child) and putting it to Kristy’s little sister, Karen.
	Wendsy kept her body for her two favorite months, only straying to have the young boys service her as she wished.  September buggered the little kids, the boys and girls alike.  He didn’t go roughly on them, though he wanted to.  Winnie was also primarily August’s to hold and fuck.  Logan and Brock got to sink their bones in her when August was too tired and shagged out to do so.  Rusty and Danny--their philosophy was Have Hole Will Fuck.
	August mused over Gunther’s security--or a lax of it/lapse of it.  He merely had his special “cargo” restrained and gagged.  His ride was insulated and no sounds could penetrate in or out.  But that was all.  He parked his ride and would enter into a facility to relieve himself or to gather sustenance.  August was only bothered by the Lisa and Josh incident, he wasn’t so much into snuffing young lives--although it had happened to him a time or two in his past.
Gunther Tallywick
	Casual Sex; The Second Go-Around; Same Shit, Different Positions
	Gunther tapped his fingers together, eyed his cargo, gave them no emotions to read in his face, their gags had been removed and one at a time they were free to move about so as they could eat and drink.  Then, one by one they were led out of the cargo area so as they could properly relieve themselves.
	Holly made a feeble try at kicking and causing a fuss.
	Ted made a stumbling attempt at running.
	Carlos did likewise.
	All three suffered at the hands of Gunther Tallywick, the Pain Inducer came to their nude bodies and sent them withering on the ground, then they were tussed up, gagged, and spanked hard on the ass until there was blood.  It was then Gunther finally unleashed his own demon, his monstrous 8-inch cock.  Holly was first to be introduced to the mammoth schlong, it firstly smacked her up side the face, then with the gag removed from her mouth the gargantuan cock crammed its way into her mouth and humped until he spewed.
	Holly was then buggered roughly before being violently raped.
	The three would be trouble makers were then tussed up, gagged, and forced to sit out the continuing frivolities.

The Continuing Frivolities
	No one knew what was in store for them.  It almost no longer mattered, they had endure hideous and ludicrous doings thus far.  What else was there?  There was plenty.  Shortly after midnight at a lone rest area in the middle of Kansas Julie and Minn were first to lick out one another--and like it.  (well, they didn’t really like it per se…)
	Minn lay on Julie, both clamped their hands to one another’s ass, their tongues dwelling into one another’s fresh fucked snatch.  All the boys got raging boners watching.  Kirk and Kyle tried not to but it couldn’t be helped.  Julie parted Minn’s ass and gave the boys lined up shoulder to shoulder behind a glorious looksee at Minn’s asshole.
	Krista continued dutiful prayers.  The offense of what was around her was hellish to say the least.  Gunther ripped her Christian emblem off her neck and jammed it up into her pussy, fucking her with it.  He had remained nude after dealing with the Three TroubleMakers.
	Krista wriggled and went so-so ballistic as the crucifix wiggled inside her.  She cussed him, shook, trembled, then glared.  “You fucking bastard!” she called.  Gunther smiled, winked at her with both eyes then pulled her down to where she lay on her backside.  His cock came to her cunny, it was huge, it was stiff, it was mighty.
	Krista gripped the carpet beneath her, her hands were still cuffed.  Gunther’s magnificent fuck stick slithered into her fifteen year old cunny.
	“OHHHHH!” she moaned as the sensation of being so fully fulfilled almost instantaneously seethed through her.  Her nipples suddenly erupted to pointy points of super sensitive erectiles.  
	Krista moaned and groaned as every fucking inch of cock meat came into her, seated, and wriggled about unfettered.  Krista’s body trembled and shook as uncontrollable sexual pleasures brought her to the brink of pleasurable oblivion.
	She came.
	She came and came and came.
	Like a river.  The pleasurable sensations were almost too much for her.  It was like being addicted to a drug; cocaine, heroin, crack, or good ole marijuana.  Her lover humped her to get his fill, then fucked her again, peed on her pussy before setting back and watching her wither in sexual bliss.
	Krista breathed hard for several minutes after the fuck.  
	“Jesus!” she exclaimed.
	“You liked it, didn’t you, bitch!?”
	Krista didn’t answer him, it was already obvious.
	While “resting”, Gunther peered over the others; his nostrils flared but nothing more was done--not for the time being, he fondled his cum spewing cock and rested an hour before continuing.

	The gags in the boys’ mouths were removed, and placed around their eyes.  They were unrestrained, but warned that he (Gunther) would put up with none of their SHIT.  “Make a fuss of any kind, make a run, scream, disobey me--and you will suffer.  Got me?” the boys nodded and replied that they “got him.”
	He tousled their hair and then as they stood he fondled their wares.  To their asses he fondled them and to Chip’s backside Gunther noticed and found the boy already had welts on his body.  Chip said nothing and looked away as Gunther examined the prior abuse.
	With their eyes now covered, the next narly round began.  
	Michael was put on all fours, legs spread wide.  Gunther switched on the video camera and Chip was instructed to find the bare ass before him and enjoy it.  (and Chip knew what was implied by the command.)
	Michael was at first unaware of the impending assault, then he bucked and arched his back and began astutely aware of what was happening.  He was not amused.  But a simple tap on the shoulder by a riding crop put him into accepting the newest ordeal.
	Chip fondled the soft body cushion, caressing it, pulling the cheeks apart, he went down and brought his tongue up and down the crack, diddling the asshole and becoming quite stiff between the legs.  
	“Get in there deep!” chided Gunther.  Chip complied, licking and pushing his tongue into the flinching rectum.  “Reach underneath…” Gunther told him, he didn’t finish, he didn’t need to.  Chip found his friend’s testicles and freaked out.
	“NO!” bitched Gunther, “SUCK ‘EM!”
	Chip really didn’t want to do that.  He winced and gagged, even before popping the two peach fuzz laden tezzies into his mouth.  Michael was all kinds of freaking out.  
	Chip was finally allowed to sit back, there was movement going on, Michael heard it and didn’t know what was going on; but assumed someone was being moved about.  “Lean down.” Gunther commanded him.  Michael gulped, he knew, he just knew.  He winced, he was not into the deed of doing dirty to another guy.  (he wasn’t even cool with it doing so to a girl!)
	His lips pressed against cool flesh.  He seemed frantic, distraught, he tried to keep his tongue in for as long as possible, but Gunther ordered him to “start licking.”  Michael’s tongue darted out and he knew that he was touching/tonguing butt hole.
	But whose?  Kyle, Kirk? Carlos?  Chip’s?  Shawn’s? Ted’s?
	The hole was funky, he licked and licked, kissed the cheeks and dragged his tongue up and down the crack.  At length he was ordered to “reach” thru the legs.  Michael hesitated, if he found a pair of virtually hairless balls, then it was Shawn or Carlos.  Slightly fury nads were probably Chip’s.  Very furry indicated one of the older guys.
	But he found no balls at all, he found a cunt, a girl.  It was Julie’s.
	At length Chip was pressed to suck on Michael’s cock.  Michael’s cock and balls.  Chip wasn’t into it, nor was Michael.  Chip made as much face as did the girls when they had to suck.  But he did it, both he and Michael were zapped on the bare ass with the Pain Inducer with their young friend and television show associate Shawn having the Inducer pressed against his young nads.  The boy wasn’t zapped but the point was made; Chip sucked on Michael and Michael slurped on Chip.
	It was Chip who managed to orgasm and “cum” off in Michael’s mouth.  Michael retched and hurled, the taste of spunk he did not like.  He was unable to “produce” for Chip, but his cock and balls were very appreciative just the same.
	With a raging boner, though, and after Chip had sucked him for a full five minutes, Gunther had Chip lay out on his backside.  Chip knew what was to come, so did Michael.  Young Shawn shrieked and carried on as his testicles were zapped at the boys’ refusal to comply.
	“Just close yer eyes and believe yer humpin’ one of the girls.” chided their Tormentor.
	Chip held his own legs back, mouth open, staring up to the ceiling.  Michael licked on Chip’s rim, sucked on his balls, then pushed the head of his young stud against Chip’s hole.  He DID close his eyes and try to conjure up the image of one of the girls.  Krista lay directly before him, her legs open, she masturbated herself with the crucifix she used to wear around her neck.  Holly lay on her stomach, her ass well blistered.  Julie lay out beside the boys, legs out and hands to her side.  Minn lay on the other side of the boys, on her stomach.
	Chip pressed his cock into his friend’s poop chute and it took a little effort to fully “make it happen.”  but it did, sodomy of his best friend took place and he humped his fill--cumming off in the dirt pipe five minutes later.

	Chip had to lay continuing to hold his legs back, his hole filled to capacity with Michael’s cum.  Michael was instructed to “assume” the position, that is to say--to be on all fours.  Young Carlos now came to kiss and caress Michael’s ass, lick his hole, finger fuck it, suck the dangling balls, then “mount.”
	Carlos’ pud was sure enough steady and hard, but was not quite capable of anal penetration.  Not without a lot of help.  Holly and Julie were the help, sucking him and guiding him into the backdoor of Michael.  Minn was scooted under and sucked on Michael’s balls while Julie came under Carlos from behind and sucked on HIS balls.
	Then, as a partial finale, Shawn was held over Michael’s face, his young-young wares fully encased in the friend’s mouth, his cheek held apart while Kirk penetrated the young youth.  Krista had the task of sucking her brother’s cock to get it stiff enough; he too fingered Julie’s quim and caressed Minn’s ass.  Kathy and Holly guided his cock into the youngest boy’s hole and butt humping commenced.
	There was dissension among the group, natch; when it arose it was Krista and Julie who flicked their tongues to Chip’s cum laden asshole.  Michael laying on his backside had to suck on Kirk’s swishing testicles above his face, then when Kirk had creamed Shawn’s rectum, Michael licked the boy’s boy hole clean.
	To complete the finale Kirk and Kyle “hooked” up, doing it doggie style while Kirk slurped on Ted’s pud.  Ted ejaculated quite a wad into Kirk’s mouth, Kyle emptied a great deal of pent up splooge into his young brother’s corn hole.  Krista licked Kirk’s hole clean, Kirk passed the juices in his mouth to Holly during a commanded French kiss.
	Thereafter Kirk pumped off into Kyle, Ted received Michael and Kyle’s prong to his hole, Shawn pumped Carlos, and so on.  All the boys sunk their bones into one of the other boy’s glory hole.  Their was sucking, spanking, ball washing, and finally--a paring in which the boys faced one another and Frenched.  
	Hands to one another’s ass, cocks pressing against sweating cum stained bodies, and tongues inside mouths.  
	Naturally this didn’t go over well, young Kathy was zapped and they all suffered with the ear piercing gadget.  The boys closed their eyes and complied, each boy tongued one of the others.
	Thereafter they were given rags and soda pop to drink.  They were re-restrained and hunkered down to rest.  It would be the girls’ turn in a little while.

A Bump in the Road
	Just a ways inside the Cornhusker State in Red Willow County, a minor “bump” in the road.  Where Gunther Tallywick’s destination was was unknown.  August had yet to come up with a plausible way of introduction; there was the congenial normal method and the Device manner.  With Gunther, though, August preferred a normal intro.
	On the outskirts of a small town Gunther pulled off and stopped at a large roadside pullout.  Two big rig trucks were there and a small RV.  August pulled in likewise, knowing that he was tempting his luck by following Gunther; he was apt to tip the man off and cause problems.
	With Charlotte minding the crew, August (and Wendsy) entered into SuperStealthMode and slipped up to the Bastard’s Ride.  He was in the midst of severely spanking one of his captives, Holly, again.  What had happened had been missed, but she had obviously brought his ire.  When her fifteen year old firm ass became tomato red, Gunther roughly penetrated her doggie-style and violently banged her.  When he had cum he wrenched the hapless girl about and made her suck him clean.
	Ted, another trouble maker had the ungodly task of cleaning Holly’s bleeding/cum laden asshole.
	August continued to think of a way to introduce himself to Gunther without it being lame or arousing undue suspicion.  He suddenly got a wave of dizziness he did not like.  He felt very ill and to the point of passing out.  Wendsy held him and guided him back to their RV.  He had a sudden fever, a bloody nose, and blurred vision.
	On the queen bed he lay, naked, with cold towels on his brow (and cock.)  Wendsy lay with him and she seemed to sing some sort of song, it had no words per se, they were made up.  The tune was not a familiar one to him, but it soothed him and he soon fell to sleep.

	What had happened he did not know, but he deduced that over use of the Device.  There were still “hang-ups” with using such an intriguing thing.  He slept peacefully for hours, then occupied the bathroom for almost another hour…
	Refreshened he checked on the status of Gunther.  He was still present.  Wendsy & September reported that all seemed well, outside the vehicle; inside there was chaos.  September was aware w/o the Device that more spankings and other forms of various tortures were going on.
	August checked the Device physically.  It seemed to be working well, he closed his eyes and decided to send out his Second Self.  Less power usage that way.  Wendsy once more occupied his lap, held his hands, and leaned into him.  Tommy was bagging Winnie on the living room sofa while his mother Alice received Brock in her ass and young Jackie in her pussy.  She slurped on Danny’s prong until draining him and then took on little Kevin.
	Second Self August crept lightly out into the coming evening, the two big rigs had been replaced by three others of their kind, two other RVs had come, one pulling a boat while the other hauled a car trailer with a ’57 Chevy Nomad on board.
	Inside Gunther’s ride chaos reigned supreme:  the kids all showed evidence of some sort of physical abuse; mostly rash spankings and light beatings.  All were in high levels of emotional upheavals.  What had happened had been missed.  August learned, though, that the older ones had tried something, and when that had failed, the younger ones banded together and while engaged in various forms of sexual perversion--they tempted fate and caused a ruckus.
	Both uprising had failed and as a result the whole of the captive ones faced retribution.  On Gunther’s cheek there was some evidence of the uprising; a large welt caused by an electrical shock.  
	He was naked and dogging young Michael, spanking him, pressing the prongs of the electrical device to his ass and balls; suddenly August’s attention was diverted--up alongside his ride came a state trooper’s car!
	A park ranger’s car came up out of the adjacent field on a dirt road.
	A forest ranger’s truck came up and stopped just at Gunther’s ride.
	Uh-oh.

	To make matters worse, a large cattle truck pulled up, a set of doubles, pulling up and subsequently blocking any escape attempt Gunther may have had.  August was hemmed in, too; the state trooper’s car, an RV, and a regular car.  Quickly his Second Self was shut-down, then he needed a moment to clear his mind and think up a plan.
	Tap! Tap! Tap!
	August’s attention was directed to someone tapping at his side window.
	A state trooper.
	She was cute.  (double Uh-Oh!)
	No older than 25 or so, trim, slim, long dark curly hair, a rookie on the state highway patrol, her uniform snuggly fit her, she wore a bit more perfume than she should; dark eyes, a bit of Italian in her features, mostly good ole American.  She rested one hand on her service weapon, she smiled and nodded politely.
	“Sorry to disturb you sir,” she quipped, “are you traveling alone?”
	Stupid question, he was in a mega sized RV, toting a Ford Panel truck on a trailer--course not!
	August regained his composure and readjusted his seat, Wendsy (clothed) stared at the woman without emotion.  The officer smiled to the little girl, not recognizing her as one of the “missing.”  (but then again, there were soooooo many to remember….)
	The officer saw Charlotte (adult) but didn’t ask for idea, just asked where they were going, where they had come from, had they seen any suspicious peoples or vehicles during the travels and stops, typical nosey poking for free information state trooper stuff.
	August shook his head and replied in an honest voice that all had seemed normal to him.  “Whattya looking for, escaped convicts?” 
	The officer didn’t come right out and say it was a search for “missing” children, half of which August had in his possession, another half Gunther had!  She looked about the other parked vehicles, August then noted that a male counterpart for the female officer was patrolling about, being nosey.  
	The forest ranger and park ranger had come together, shaking hands and yapping to one another.  Typical female stuff.  Both were women in their mid thirties.  One blond one red head.  One sporting 32Cs on her chest, the other a double barreled pair of 38s.
	Officer Dansig left August with a polite nod and scooted on her way to the next vehicle, slowly making her way to Gunther’s ride.  August could see Gunther’s side view mirror, he was not in the driver’s seat, he was still probably banging someone in the rear area and unaware of the potential snooper troopers.
	All the civil vehicles had powerful two-way radios.  This was not good, no, not good at all.

	Officer Dansig tapped on the window of the fully customized ‘51 Panel, cocking her head and clenching her weapon.  She seemed most curious and August most worried.  “Shit!” he bitched.  ‘Damn the Device!’ he bitched again, he sucked in his breath and couldn’t see the outcome of what he was to do.  He paused just a moment and then re-entered SuperStealthMode, but just for himself this time around.
	“Hello!?  Somebody in there!?  Come out where I can see you, please.”
	Dansig’s voice had gotten the attention of her partner.  Slowly he came up on the other side of the midnight blue olde vehicle, hand on weapon and checking the side mirror for interior movement.  August used his “see thru walls” ability, Gunther had been in the process of humping, he had Krista on her hands and knees, the girl sucking on Shawn’s little willy while he (Gunther) plugged her from behind.
	When the officer tapped on the window and called out, Gunther froze.  Security measures had been laxed and not looked after.  Carefully the man thought for his next move.  Slowly he pushed Krista down, easing her over back to her handcuffs, placing a gag in her mouth and then slipping on a pair of jeans.  He gave a silent word of warning to the captives, then left them, entering into the cab area.
	“Are you alone, sir?” asked the nosey trooper.
	“Uh, well, uh, just me and the misses.” he said, he was lathered in sweat and there was the unmistakable scent of “sex sweat” lingering in the air.
	She wanted to see the “misses.”
	“Uh, well, she’s--er, uhm, kinda indisposed.”
	The trooper knew what he meant and was aware of what was going on, she smiled, blushed, but really wanted to see the “misses.”
	Just then, though, little Shawn poked his head up through the curtain, on the passenger side.  He was nude and frightened and definitely got the attention of the other trooper standing there.
	Gunther thrust open the driver’s door knocking the woman down, catching her off her guard.  August had to make three attempts before he was able to “subdue” the woman.  By then, though, the woman’s partner was coming around, he drew down on Gunther.
	Gunther held his poise, this was NOT good.
	August had a time putting the male trooper at ease, the Device was once more failing him--or he was simply taxing it too much.  Gunther suddenly turned and stared at August, he was a little surprised--August was flashing in and out of existence.
	“What the---”
	Finally August simply gave in and allowed himself be seen.  He still felt that he had the ability to subdue and do other “mind tricks” if need be.
	He had gotten the words “Hi, I’m August Moone--” when a door was heard to open.  Gunther looked into his vehicle and saw little Shawn running for his life.
	The running nude boy got the attention of rangers Boles and Hepner.
	Hepner was an armed ranger, for the park service.  She saw two men giving chase and wasn’t sure what was going on, she drew her weapon while the other ranger, a forest service ranger, directed the boy to come to her.
	The time of the day was just at the point of the sun kissing the horizon.  Those parked along with August and Gunther weren’t there for the scenery, they were indeed sleeping--with the exception of a truck driver who was boning a runaway girl he had picked up in Denver.
	August knew he was probably stretching it but he gave it a try anyways, he Mind Zapped the two rangers.  
	“I’ve got them.” he called out as Gunther pulled up alongside, sizing up the stilled situation.  He looked to August, “Hurry up, I-I don’t know how long I can hold them.” 
	Gunther paused a moment, looked to the two rangers, the one with her weapon drawn.  He stepped up to her, waved his hand before her face, looked back to August who looked like he was in some sort of pain.  Gunther placed the weapon back into the woman’s holster than roughly grabbed Shawn.  Right then and there he tanned the boy’s ass.
	“Get him back to your rig--” August said, he wanted to add more but concentrated solely on holding the two women.

	Officers Danzig and Helchman were still in “pause” mode as well, but it was so noted that both were blinking their eyes and furrowing their brows.  Officer Helchman seemed to be moving his fingers and almost lowering his hand, turning his head.  Danzig had peed.
	“These two are coming around!” Gunther shouted as he ran back.
	August turned his attention back to the first two, when he did, he lost concentration on the second two.  Gunther used the ear piercing gadget; it unfortunately affected August, too, who didn’t wear the ear protection Gunther did.
	Gunther helped August.  August had lost complete control, the two state troopers stumbled and fell and were temporarily disorientated.  So were the two rangers.  The ear piercing gadget subdued the two rangers sufficiently enough; “You okay, now?” Gunther asked.
	August had a tremendous headache, blurred vision, and the serious need to empty his bowels.  He managed, though, to keep it together, get his breath, and call up the HUD.
	He was surprised that it indeed sprang to life.  The two officers he zapped and had them come to where he was.  “I-I think I can only hold these two, or two at a time.”
	Gunther nodded, he didn’t ask questions, the proof was seeing the “actions” take place before him.  Questions would come later when “security” was no longer an issue.
	With the back of the fire truck open to the vastness of open fields behind them, rangers Kellie Boles-28 and Cynthia Hepner-26 were handcuffed (using Cynthia’s own handcuffs!)  Officers Angela Dansig-25 and Bill Helchman-32 were handcuffed using their own cuffs.  They had been gagged and the women seriously fondled.
	Gunther was concerned about his captives.  At this point August was supposedly unawares, he nodded to Gunther and gave him a curious look.  He looked to his own rig, Gunther looked too.  “I’ve about two dozen plus, assorted.”
	Gunther nodded, flared his nostrils.  He didn’t know how August Moone of Flagstaff, Arizona knew, but he knew.  “Uhm, while we deal with these four, I’ve a pair who can watch over your cargo.”
	Gunther took a moment to take that in, “Sure?”
	“No problems.” August replied and he stuck out his hand.
	Gunther nodded, August closed his eyes and sent out the “vibes.”
	He waited only a few seconds before the door of the mega RV opened, there was just enough light in the wanning hours of the day to see two figures emerge, Wendsy and September.  Not a better pair to “watch” over some listless captives.

	Trooper Dansig wriggled and realized that she was indeed handcuffed.  Her mind was frapped and she had difficulties remembering what was what.  She gagged and blindfolded, and handcuffed.  This was not a good thing.  Suddenly someone was fondling her, right between her legs, fingering her, squeezing her person and thighs, then up her body and squeezing her breasts!
	Her shirt was undone and her bra cut.  Bare hands squeezed hard her bare breasts.  She was horrified and petrified.  It was going to get worse, though, much worse.  Her boots were removed and then her service pants.  She wriggled and fussed but it did little good.  She could hear other muffled noises, grunts and groans.  Activity was going on, she was too confused to make sense of it.
	She made sense of what was happening to her, though--that was all to plain, unfortunately.  She was being made nude, her boots were off, along with her socks.  Her service pants had just been removed, her shirt pulled over her shoulder and tugged down to her handcuffed wrists.  Her bra had already been removed.  A strong hand came to between her legs, fondled her and fingered her, albeit roughly, too.
	She didn’t believe that he ankles were restricted, but she couldn’t figure how she was unable to move them.  She tried, but they were useless.  Her legs were pulled open and someone came up on her.  She squirmed and made as much fuss as possible--she was being raped!
	She felt the prong of her attacker, she couldn’t figure how this had happened or by who!?  The prong entered her, she was not a virgin, but had regarded her cunny as holy and was saving it for a special purpose.  The prong entered her, she reeled--sex was sex.  It was a violation and she tried to resist the enormous sensations being laid endured.
	But there was no denying the incredible sensations the prong violating her brung.  She fought hard to struggle against submission, but came just the same anyways.  She was furious and pissed off, she fought back with the thrashing of her nude body; the violator’s cock popped out of her snatch; it lay on her fevered mons and humped for several minutes.
	The gag and blind fold had been removed.  It was dark, but still light enough for her to see the situation was a damnedable one, she was more confused than ever; before her stood handcuffed Officer Helchman, Angela’s supervisor.  He was a corporal, she was a rookie on the Nebraska State Highway Patrol.  And Bill was nude.  
	He was handcuffed and blindfolded, a man in dark clothing held some sort of “item” to Bill’s nakedly exposed testicles.  The man activated the device Angela determined to be a personal use stun gun.  Bill flipped about and wriggled, but was held in place as he was handcuffed in place to some apparatus in a fire truck.
	“Suck his cock!” spoke a gruff voice.
	Angela wasn’t about to.  Bill was her supervisor, a friend, a co-worker, a fellow cop.  He was married, she had a boyfriend, this was public, out in the open, there was just no way.  Besides, it was insane!
	So Bill wriggled and flipped about in place.  The point was made and Angela dutiful took Bill’s dangling bone and sucked it.  Not very well, she was not san avid tube plunger.  And there was still the thing with Bill merely being a friend, a co-worker, and all that rot.
	But so as he would not suffer any more electrical jolts, she serviced the man’s rod until he blew off into her mouth.  He was dazed and about half out of his mind; pain and discomfort and major confusion played a lot in that.  He was getting a hummer, from who he didn’t know--didn’t care.  A blow job was a blow job was a blow job.
	After spewing his seed into the unknown orifice, he relaxed.  His frapped eyes took in the sight of two others; they were being stripped of their clothes; one, wearing a dark green outfit depicting her as a worker for the forest service, was wrestled with and brought up before Bill’s dangling cum dripping willy.  
	She, like Angela before her, was not about to suck it.
	So Bill once more danced a little electrifying jig until she did so.
	His cock remained flaccid for a few seconds of the initial suck, the gal doing the sucking retched and gagged and was not a cocksucker at all, especially after it had just previously cum.
	While she sucked, her friend Kellie was stripped down and someone had mounted her.  Cynthia fretted and thrashed about as best she could, another man pushed state trooper Dansig onto her face.  Cynthia sucked Bill until he once more exploded with orgasmic delight.
	Trooper Helchman was allowed a brief respite, the darkness was coming on stronger and he could barely make out the forms wriggling about him.  At length, though, a body was pressed against him, er, rather against his aching cock.  He determined that it was an ass.  A hand gripped his schlong and worked it, rubbing the head of his cum spurter against the sweaty ass of who he did not know.  
	It didn’t take long for the willy to began springing to life, the super sensitive head glided up and down the crack and he was semi-certain that it was a woman--he hoped.  He vaguely conjured up the fact that it was probably his partner Angela Dansig.  He hoped.  Well, who else?  His mind was a jumble of mixed thoughts and emotions--sure Angela was hot, had a nice body, spoke well, was a good person and he was thrilled to be her “teacher.”  
	But he was a married man.  A father.  He loved his wife and only casually flirted with other women in jest.  Angela was just a friend, a co-worker.  Actually screwing her was not in his plans.  Only sometimes while sticking it to his good wife did he think of Angela.
	A few times he brought up the image of his eldest daughter, Donna.  She was thirteen, trim, slim, had a great smile, a great ass.  His cock surged to life…
	August smiled deep.  Trooper Helchman was a pervert, a closet pervert.  He had desires to bang his teenage daughter, deep desires.  So far he had managed to keep those desires buried--only surfacing when screwing his wife.  He patted his daughter’s ass, peeked in on her while she was in various stages of undress, and jerked off in shower to her image of her being there with him. 
	Helchman didn’t care for being forced to face that tid bit of secured information.  He was pissed, pissed and ashamed.  But he came off into Danzig’s asshole just the same.
	Gunther had forest ranger Kellie Boles-28 on the ground, she was stripped naked, well secured (in the mind) and Gunther was enjoying himself.
	Both Cynthia Hepner-26 and Kellie Boles 69ed one another, cleaning one another’s entrances of cum.  They were spanked and showered with pee before being led up to Trooper Helchman.  The man could barely see it was so dark, but hot mouths engulfing his schlong enticed him just the same.
	Angela was helped up onto the service deck, it had a rubber mat on it and her nude body was laid out, legs dangling over the sides.  Bill then was coerced into noshing on the young woman’s cunt.

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	Wendsy was a little more subtle than her over anxious brother.  She patiently waited, eyeing the Captives, consider this, musing over that.  September, however, took a different route; when coming to babysit the captives September brought along his “generator.”
	To the bald nads of Ted he hooked up the alligator clips, to his nipples, earlobes, and Wendsy took pleasure in ramming the “dildo” prong up the teen’s ass.
	September cranked the generator and both evil kids watched with some odd delight as Ted thrashed about madly--much more so than he did when simply being jolted by the Tormentor’s modified stun gun.  The gang all knew who was now in charge…
	To young Julie the alligator clips were nipped to her young pussy, her nipples, and earlobes.  It was Chip who put HIS prong up the girl’s rectum.  September put his into the girl’s mouth.  Wendsy cranked the generator; it was electrifying.
	A spare set of clips were attached to Chip’s balls with the generator prong crammed up the boy’s ass.  He was still in Julie’s ass as was September in Julie’s mouth.  Wendsy cranked and cranked and cranked, storing the generated energy, then she flipped the switched “releasing” stored energy.
	No words could describe the sordid event; September well enough came, he creamed Julie’s mouth and shook violently as a surge of electricity transferred from the girl to him.  Chip blasted off a massive load of stored up spunk, freaked out totally as the electricity seethed through him.
	Young Julie just twitched and peed.
	Krista had the ungodly task of cleaning Julie’s cum laden rim, Holly cleaned off Chip’s dick.
	With the electrodes connected to the petrified Shawn, Kirk and Kyle double teamed young Kathy; Kirk going into the six year old’s pussy with Kyle cramming his way up the girl’s back entrance.  They had to fuck her until each one came.
	Then Minn licked the girl cleaned while Julie slurped on the boy’s schlong.
	For Wendsy she merely had the girls all lick her pussy and asshole, then all the boys sink their puds into her pussy and asshole.  Then the girls clean the boys’ cocks thereafter.
	It was a long endurance of sexual depravity.  August and Gunther returned, walking boldly naked--but then again it was way after midnight.  Both men were too tired to deal any more sexually that night, but it was decided to press on.
	Both vehicles of the Tormentors were equipped with CBs, Gunther wanted to travel up into South Dakota, Sioux Falls to be exact.  He had “business” there, then they were free to move elsewhere, it mattered not to Gunther.
	August STILL wanted to have a pow-wow with the Indian Medicine Man on the Colorado reservation, he felt that he was getting further and further away.  Like Charlotte, he didn’t see himself spending the rest of his life in the mega RV.

	August didn’t know about the relationship of himself and Gunther.  Gunther had a different manner in which to get his jollies, August had his.  Gunther was a tad bit more -- violent about getting his jollies, he didn’t even bat an eye when snuffing the likes of Josh and Lisa.  That was cold and callous.  August, though, took a breath, closed his eyes--it had happened to him a time or two in his past.
	Oh there were possibilities, grand ones; the unionship of August Moone and Gunther Tallywick would be really something on the masses!  Alone they were formidable, together they were damnable!  Their techniques they would combine and no one--NO ONE would be safe.
	Like August, Gunther made his doings a sort of business, it was Gunther’s only business and only means of income--video taping the Captives doing horrible things to one another.  There was a market for it and it paid well, very well.
	August only gave a little information about the Device, it was an electrical component allowing certain abilities.  The entire story of the Device was kept quiet.  A “need to know” basis.  
	Before reaching Sioux Falls Gunther got to take a gander and August’s group.  August’s group was more “willing” than not, which was alright with Gunther, although he thrived on forcing the issue, seeing other squirm, forcing them to do things that they would not normally do.  He thrived on it.  But Gunther saw the point of having “willing” subjects, too.  It helped on the security issue.
	August didn’t tell Charlotte all what was going on with Gunther, Gunther and his Captives, though she was not a saint and willing engaged sexually with August’s group, the Captive issue would tweak her out.  No need to do that.
	Charlotte DID press Wendsy for the information, knowing that she and her odd brother September had gone to the panel truck for sometime.  Wendsy merely explained that like August, Gunther had “subjects”.  Gunther didn’t have a “device” like August’s so Gunther’s “subjects” were not 100% willing.
	Gunther passed on August’s subjects, though there was an open invit to chose one (or two) and “help himself”.  Gunther was somewhat interested in Stacie and Dawn, Mary Anne, and then the three very sweet little ones (Karen, Courtney, and Charlotte (child)).
	He carried their image with him back to his own ride.  August accompanied him, the “captives” were becoming more and more settled, they indisputably were not into any more torturing.
	August took pleasures with Krista.  There were many choices, he chose Krista.  She was sized up, admired, and lusted after heavily.  With a leering smiled he stripped out of his clothes and came to her.  The girl closed her eyes and shuddered, August was a stranger--was this a sign of things to cum?
	He firstly checked out her cunny, then fondled her breasts before fingering her cunny.  Before “entering” her, though, he looked to Julie, Minn, Kathy, and Holly.  He nodded silently to Julie and the young girl didn’t balk, she crawled over and looked to August’s offering.  It was as big as Gunther’s.  She pursed her lips, she was a lovely young girl, lightly tan here and there, wondrously blue eyes; her hair style, facial expression, demeanor, persona, all were enjoyably enticing.  He gave her another nod and the girl gripped his cock, squeezed it at the base, then wrapped her lovely lips about his schlong.
	 Krista sat like a crab, arms back behind her, knees up, awaiting her turn.  Julie sucked on August, she was already turning “pro.”  It was still disgusting to her and she still made faces, but she slurped well enough just the same.
	After cupping and then gently squeezing his nads, she managed nicely to bring August to orgasm.  He filled her mouth and then he withdrew to empty it onto her sweet face.  A few rubs on the cheeks and then he sat back.  Julie wiped the goo off of her face, she had already disposed of the cum in her mouth.
	“Lay down.” August commanded of Krista.  The former Christian teenager complied, opening her legs in anticipation.  August’s cock was mostly flaccid, cum still leaking from the piss slit.  He settled between Krista’s legs and admired her, then nodded to Minn.  Minn came over and with silent instructions from her new Tormentor, copped a squat onto Krista’s face.  Krista began licking the Chinese girl’s cunny and August massaged his organ.
	He soon was stiff enough to make entry.  Krista moaned as the massive snake entered her.  Minn moved off and frigged her cunny; lined up shoulder to shoulder Kirk, Michael, Chip, Kyle, Ted, Carlos, all masturbated.  Their cocks ached terribly so, but still, while August humped they stroked.
	After fulfilling the Christian girl’s cunny, August set back and massaged his severely aching schlong--he needed a vacation in the worst way.  Holly was directed to clean Krista’s snatch, Ted was directed to lick Holly’s ass crack and then fuck it.  Ted took a while to complete this task, to cum.  When he did, Krista licked Holly’s hole clean; Julie sucked on Ted’s cock to clean it.