August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips and Sidetrips
Chapter 14
Striking Poses

	Midsize Surburbia wasn’t a stretch from where August and Gunther (Gunny) had parked their rides.  They enjoyed the walk, they put on their clothes after having fun at the last house.  The Device August assured Gunther was not always reliable and could go down unexpectedly without warning whenever it wanted.  
	When it worked it worked well, but for some inexplicable it shut-down.  Gunther suggested that it might need some sort of heat sink, some heat baffles as it sounded like the Device might be overheating.  It was a good suggestion, August would have to look into it.
	They chose to cross an open area rather than mosey down the road, it was a short cut.  They scared up some rabbits and some other critter they didn’t see too well (it was dark out).  They took to noticing a vehicle four-wheel driving, tearing up the landscape.  Both August and Gunther deemed that it was some punk teenager tearing up his bodacious ride.
	The watched as a cloud dust followed (and swallowed) the vehicle, it tore up one hill and dove down another.  At length it shot up a stout hill and came plummeting down with a hard thump.  The truck continued--for a few feet.  There was heard most outrageous sound, metal grinding against metal.  It wasn’t good.
	The truck finally stopped and a door slammed.  August and Gunther held their pose, covered their faces as the dust cloud passed over them.  They then moved in a little closer, just because.
	The darkness and lingering dust prevented absolute visual contact determination of the lone driver of the now defunct 4-by.  August checked the HUD-Device, it seemed to be working sufficiently; he brought up the Special Abilities menu and selected “Hindsight”.  This allowed the NightSight ability, to see clearly in the darkest of nighttime conditions.
	The lone figure was under the vehicle, cussing and scrapping his knuckles, he returned to the driver’s seat and tried moving the Chevy Blazer, but it made that terrible grumbling sound of no-go.  
	“He’s broken the gears in the rearend.” stated Gunther.  August concurred.  The driver knew it too, he came back to crawl under the truck, then rifled through a toolbox in search of tools.
	Gunther shook his head, “He don’t know what he’s doing.”
	“Why’s that.”
	“If the rear end is fucked up,” he said, then squatted down to peer the ten feet distance separating the two, “he ain’t going no where no how.”
	The lone driver was undoing the drive shift to the rearend.  That was fruitless, the rear tires still had to turn, if the gears were fucked up like Gunther assumed, it wasn’t going to help taking the rear shaft apart and driving home on the front wheel drive system.
	The man realized this after scraping his knuckles a few times, loosening as many as two bolts and cussing up a serious storm.
	He finally crawled out and fumed, kicked the fat commando tire of the truck and then fished out of the front seat a cell phone.  He made a phone call for a rescue.  He was a man in his mid 40s, a little bulky but not bad.  By the conversation taking place he had called home; he seemed to be in convo with his dear wife, chuckling about the situation--smoothing it over.
	August’s Narly Senses suddenly alerted him, he held fast as he and Gunther were readying to boogy on.
	“Well, just send Kris and her friend on out.” 
	Hmmmmm, the man gave directions of where to meet.  He then locked up the truck and began making tracks to a meeting place.  August and Gunther followed.

	A dirt road “out in the boonies” wandered here and there, down a hill, into a gully, up a hill, and out onto the flat of the open landscape.  There were other lights in the desert-like area, the suburbia track was two miles behind them.  The lone man huffed to a dirt crossroads where a large boulder and a broken phone pole lay.  Steady lights not bouncing or racing crazily made its way steadily closer and closer.  The rescue party.
	The car was a nice car, a semi-expensive 2-year old Lexus model.  Inside were a pair of teens, teen girls.  Both about 19ish.  Very nice tender girls, the man made his way to the car and August made his way to zap them all.  Seemed like the thing to do.
	The windows were all powered up, his ability to transmute his wishes thru the thick insulated & tinted windows seemed a little lacking.  Direct line o’sight was required.  August’s only chance was when “Mike” opened the rear door and prepared to take seat.  His daughter Jessica, turned to check her father, she was the first to be “zapped”.  Jessica’s friend “Marla” was zapped nextly as she sat in the front passenger seat.
	Mike was zapped lastly.
	Now that they were all “controllable”  -- now what?
	August and Gunther slid into the car, checked out Jessica and Marla, then August peeked into Mike’s mind--a little Q&A.

	Mike was a Christian.  Oh no!  He had a loving wife, three daughters, no sons.  His oldest daughter lived with him still, er, moving back in after having a baby out of wedlock.  He was devote in his religion, sold insurance at his own business, had a nice home, two cars, one now defunct Chevy Blazer.
	Thoughts of the Narly Kind?  Oh yes.  He was able to suppress them, only bringing up the illicit images when shagging his wife.  The images were of his daughters, naturally.  Naturally.  At his church, too, there were a few teenage girls who tempted his fancy, the woman in his office who served as his secretary seriously sent him to happy wanking many many times, especially when she wore her thin Spring & Summer dresses.
	IF he could get away with it--would he?  Would he fuck his girls?  The secretary?  Mike debated that with himself a lot.  He saw his girls nude, in their undies, and was aware of them finger banging themselves--as recently as last week!
	He was not so interested in younger children, no girls (or boys) younger than 14.  There was no definitive answer for Mike, if he could get away with screwing his girls, fooling around with them just a little, lusting after them, seeing them up close and personal fingering themselves, or even a simple blow job.
	As for the girls, August had only Jessica--SHE was NOT a virgin.  She had lost her virginity at the tender age of 16.  She was not a slut and only fooled around sexually every now and then, she feared getting pregnant or some lame disease, or getting in the situation her older sister was in.
	She had no thoughts of sex with her dad.  That was gross.  She had no thoughts of doing anything sexual with little boys (or girls).  That was immoral and illegal.  However, making it with Marla was another thing!
	Jessica and Marla did occasionally fool around, kissing and titty sucking, cunt sucking and finger banging one another into sweet oblivion.  Marla had her mother’s gay friend’s strap-on dildo--she brought it over for their sleepovers and when everyone was asleep the two engaged in raucous outrageous sexual depravity.
	Marla, though, DID have some mild sexual thoughts about Jessica’s father.  She sometimes fingered her self to orgasm thinking about him screwing her.  When being fucked in the ass by the dildo strapped on Jessica, Marla often thought it to be Mike banging her backdoor, she frigged her cunny silly during those times and came as much as if she were actually being dicked in the twat!
	August had learned enough.  Show time!
	Unable to wait until arriving at their home, August went for a quickie, having Jessica remove her top.  It was dark within the car, but both he and Gunther still could see via the NightSight ability.  The rear doors of the car were open, that helped, too.
	Jessica removed her simple green pullover top.  Then her bra came off nextly.
	August fondled the girl’s breasts, very nice.  Gunther once more stripped off his clothes, checked the locale of the other vehicles in the area, fiddled with the interior dome light so as when opening the passenger/driver doors the light wouldn’t come on.
	Once done removing the bulb he moved Marla into the comfy backseat.  Her head rested on the lap of her best friend’s dad.  All three Subjects were Mindless, not aware of what was happening to them.  Gunther enjoyed undressing the teen.  He liked seeing them undress themselves or another Subject forced to, but himself doing the job was fine, too.
	August had Jessica take her jeans to her ankles.  She complied, still mindless, just merely following commands without question.  August undressed and then pulled the girl to him as he stood at the open driver’s door.  “Suck the cock like you would your boyfriend or Marla’s dildo!”
	Gunther looked up from his noshing on Marla’s panty clad cunt.  The Q&A was only for August, August asked his Questions and saw the Answers, the pictures in the Subject’s mind.  Sometimes the Q&A was verbal, but not in this incidence.  Gunther was amused and wanted details.  So while Jessica happily sucked on August’s aching (still) schlong, August filled him in on Jessica and Marla’s relationship.
	Marla had taken dick from both her brothers, a younger one as well as an older one.  She sucked them and both fucked her up the ass.  Her boyfriend got a piece of her now and then, too.  But she, like Jessica, was not a slut about it, it was only every so often.  To lessen the fear of pregnancy and/or diseases she preferred the dildo.
	Marla had slight sexual arousals about getting dicked by young boys, pre-teen boys, no younger then ten, no older then twelve.  It was just a fantasy.  Her only homosexual romp was with Jessica.
	Despite her dildo fetish and giving it up to her boyfriend now and then, Jessica’s snatch was nice and tight.  August fingered it while sucking on the girl’s breasts, kissing her longingly, and priming himself for the actual deed of humping.  When his cock could stand it no more August relented, laying the girl out on the hood of the car and slipping his schlong into her for a nice fuck.
	She was good.  Very good.  Her pussy was JUST right.  His cock needed the break from the super tight holes he had been in.  The boys’ mother, Anne, had been a good fuck, her cunny was well used, though--but at least her other two holes were snug!
	Jessica, despite being under the influence of the Device and Mindless, thrashed about, albeit mildly.  She came, she thrashed, she came some more.  During this time August worked into the teen’s mind the notion of having a fling with her dad, still sitting mindless in the backseat.
	Gunther had Marla naked and was deeply enjoying her.  A helicopter broke both mens’ attention.  August eased off of Jessica and watched the low flying copter; it seemed to be buzzing around the suburban neighborhood August and Gunther had just come from.  August frowned, something may have not gone quite right…
	They had messed with quite a few peoples there, others were messing around on their own, tempting fate.  August whizzed onto the Lexus’ grill and cooled down.  Gunther humped on Jessica tirelessly, until at length he emptied his all and virtually collapsed on her.
	Thereafter it was a simple task of tweaking their minds, Mike undressed and readily accepted his daughter (and daughter’s friend).  Both girls sucked on his schlong, his balls, and drove their tongues into his mouth.  In turn Mike licked out his daughter’s pussy as well as Marla’s.  From there he fucked Jessica, emptied a nice load of fatherly spunk in her, then rested.  Marla sucked his cock back to life and then took it up her ass.
	August and Gunther went on their way…
                                            *****

	August lay out nice and comfy, he was tired, a long walk, his cock still ached, his balls, his feet, his mind.  He still had a little concerns about teaming up with Gunny Gunther, the man was a potential risk.  But then, so was August.
	Wendsy snuggled up against him, Charlotte on the other side of him.  His ears detected the fact that someone was getting hammered nearby.  He didn’t care (or have the strength) to look.  Wendsy lightly fondled his balls, his cock slowly reacted, but was seriously in some agony (discomfort.)
	“You have a good time?” August asked of Wendsy as they snuggled.
	She didn’t answer but nodded her head, nuzzling more against him.
	He didn’t press it, he figured the two weirdoes had their unique fun, but didn’t go over the line about it, Wendsy realizing that August had a soft spot (or was that a hard-on) for some of the Captives of Gunny Gunther.
	He laid on his back, staring up.  Time Travel.  Had he really done that?  A Parallel Universe.  Was there really?  Mind manipulation.  Was that really possible?  Perversion to the highest degree--was there really any bounds August Moone wasn’t to do?
	He didn’t think so.  No morals, none.  Well, he wasn’t into animals, no sheep, cows, chickens, or dogs.  Just people.  People of all ages, colors, sizes, and ages.  If they had a hole he was going to fuck it, if their hole wasn’t capable of accepting his schlong, then his tongue.  And if not his tongue, then his finger.  And if not even that, well--a good humping on the skin would suffice.  But no animals.  Gotta draw the line somewhere!
	Gunny Gunther, he was different.  He had an ear blasting gadget that insisted his commands.  He enjoyed inflicting pain and dire discomfort.  He was vicious and determined.  He sought sexual pleasures and gratification at any cost.  And didn’t bat an eye when a young life was snuffed.
	August didn’t approve of such a deed, it was heinous and uncalled for.  
	Buddying up with Gunther might not be a grand idea, nor was it so to give up some information about the Device, the specific details weren’t given but Gunther was no dummy, he could easily figure it out.  But was the Device now a part of him?  He had Second Self, the HeadsUpDisplay transferring the info and power commands from the Device to himself so as he needed carry along the Device laptop when he meandered among the masses.
	He tried putting down the annoying Questions, they were annoying.  He wanted to merely take it one day--one step at a time.  That was all that he could do.  He was no scientist, he couldn’t go to one, he had no one to tell him anything about the Device.
	What would it eventually do?  How would it end?  What he literally “fuck his brains out?”  Would the Device ultimately fail him in the middle of shagging some young person, naked in a bank vault?  More questions….
	The time tripping escapade had been fun--sort of.  He wouldn’t mind trying that out again.  Could he go back further than the 1870s?  The 1600s would be interesting--if he didn’t get captured and hung as a warlock!  
	Could he go back as far as the Vikings, the time of Christ!?
	What about the Future?  Was that an option?
	Someone interrupted his thoughts, moving thru the RV, stumbling to find the bathroom.  The solar cells on top of the Mega Behemoth Rec Vehicle hadn’t fully charged and the generator was out of juice, so no power to power the interior lights.  He sat up and brought up the NightSight ability, he saw a young person, Karen--Kristy’s little non-bio sibling.  She was in her undies, holding herself, in a search for the hall bathroom.
	August eased off the bed and helped her.
	While she sat on the toidy she returned to sleep.  August aching prong brushed against her face, but he did nothing more.  When her bladder was gladder he wiped her clean, fondled her, kissed her (on the mouth), cupped and squeezed her darling little ass, then pulled her panties back up and carried her back to her sister.
	All was quiet and still, no one doing anything but sleeping.  And farting.  After depositing the little one he sat in the driver’s seat, pulling down the security/privacy curtain just so as he could look out the window to the landscape.  The lights of Sioux Falls beckoned, twinkling lights of the night sky called, so did a coyote.
	All seemed quiet and still at Gunther’s ride.  He did have a soft spot for a few of the Captives, Krista for sure, and Julie.  Minn, Michael and Chip, too.  Kathy was okay, so was Carlos.  Holly, Ted, Krista brothers Kirk and Kyle.  Casually he wondered their fate, what was Gunther up to?  Would the ex-Marine Gunny Sergeant be willing to part with his Captives, in a trade of some sort?
	Both men were not too much unalike, they both enjoyed watching others fuck, or forced to fuck.  They enjoyed making others fuck, making those who would not normally do so hump the crap out of another; to suck, finger, kiss, and fuck whatever hole was available--and to like it.
	And August had to admit, too; he was as well sometimes violent and destructive in his methods of compliance.  He also traded off his own captives (acquired ones), a sort of slavery, sex slavery, to the Indians.  That was just as bad as anything else--but he didn’t want the “dead weight”.  the risk factor was high enough as it was.
	He now had over two dozen traveling with him, mostly willing for the most part, mostly not having a choice--circumstances had pushed them into a new life.  Ara Lee still dealt with her decisions; smoking pot with her oldest daughter was one thing, getting sexually involved with her was something else.  THEN, including the youngest daughter, Claudia.
	Kristy, Claudia, Mary Anne, all of the B’7 girls all willingly sunk to the low levels of sexual depravity--eroding the trust they should have had with their charges--equally all engaging sexually with the boys AND girls, helping the boys and girls have sex, engaging immorally with Stacie’s horny father, dismembering a man’s member…
	Alice and Tommy, too, were thrown into the mix.
	August realized that they were probably not alone.  Naturally, it was in the news all the time--teachers and their students caught doing extra-extra curricular activities.  Sports coaches, too.  And Priests, let’s not forget them, bless their horny souls.
	Sex Sex Sex
	All for the power and glory of satisfying an undeniable urge to get off.  And having to be living in a moral society where a great general portion of the populace condemns such immoral practices.
	August knew he was not alone.  Gunther was a high example.  There were others out there, some were being busted and caught and prosecuted/persecuted.  Others were in hiding.  Others on the run.  Others just a RedCuntHair away from being caught.

	Morning broke with the first rays of sunshine streaking through the grimy window.  August was already partially sore, now he was totally sore--bent out of shape--he had spent the wee hours of the morning crashed out on the driver’s seat.
	It was a comfy seat for sure, his legs up on the doghouse (the doghouse served no other purpose than to house not a dog but traveling goodies, maps, ice cooler, and such--a storage bin.  The Mega RV had a Cat Pusher--location of engine in the rear for better fuel economy and power.)
	Charlotte came to him, “Missed you.” she said.  She offered him a cup of fresh hot coffee, August noted there was power in the RV.  He smiled and took the cup, she was boldly butt bare assed naked, her fur patch she had trimmed even more, almost to the point of being bald.
	It enticed him.
	She sat on the passenger seat, the others of the bunch slowly began rousing, gathering themselves and shivering at the brisk early morn.
	“What’s the plan for the day?” she asked.
	August hadn’t a clue.  He would go into Sioux Falls with Gunther, then see what transpired from there.  If nothing significant, make another run for North Colorado and the Indian reservation.
	
	There are malls and then there are Mega Malls.  Sioux Falls had a mega mall.  Lots of repeat stores within, sure, but what mall didn’t have 24 shoes stores, 19 jewelry stores, 30 clothing stores, 12 toy stores, 20 music stores!?  August’s crew was in a serious need of atmosphere change.  They warned about security issues, none of them were safe if recognized.  They all understood, but with a congested mall, hairstyles rearranged, glasses, the likelihood was nill.
	August rolled his eyes.  He sighed and let the group go, even Charlotte (adult) went along, a handful of money in her hand.  August, too, deposited a handful into Alice’s hand, Tommy, as well.  “Knock yourself out!” he smiled.
	“I’ll be back in a couple of hours, we’ll do lunch.” he told and kissed Charlotte.  Off the cuff she cupped his balls, said nothing, but kissed him back.

	August himself had a couple of narly twisted video tapes, they garnered him a nice few dollars when accompanied with Gunny Gunther Tallywick’s.  At a location downtown, off to one side, and in a second basement of a lawyer’s building, shenanigans dwelled.
	Slavery.  Sex and Slavery.  Sex Slavery.  All colors, creeds, nationalities, sizes, religions--all in various forms and states of being sexually traumatized, abused, or enjoyed.  Many of the “subjects” were drugged.  Some were being held for ransom.  Most were just simply kidnapped while others were simple runaways.
	Gunther did business with a tall foreboding African-American.  He was congenial, had gold teeth, stood 6’7, 320 lbs., broad shouldered and very muscular.  Gunther and Big Ugly conducted their business, August was introduced and surprised by the light handshake he received.  The man’s hands were soft and supple.
	More business was to be conducted, after Gunther assured Big Ugly that August was on the up and up, August got to roam about freehanded unescorted.  The entire 2nd basement was set up pretty much like a dungeon.  Very much like a dungeon.  There were rooms that were “cells.”  There were rooms that were something else, torture rooms.  There were audio/visual rooms, and August found one room he was not privy to, but learned that it was for Social Members Only.  He was not.  It was blocked, locked, and guarded by two burly fellas who could be Big Ugly’s brothers.
	It was not so unlike August’s Indian friend who had the hidden underground reservation, only difference was there was a tad bit more kindness involved, freedom--and light.
	At length business between Gunther and Big Ugly was concluded.  Big Ugly enjoyed August’s contribution, and inquired if he had anything “else” to contribute.  August was at a loss.  Gunther leaned in to whisper, “Uh, like one of YOUR captives?”
	August raised an eyebrow, he shook his head no.
	“Well, would you like to bid on one?” smiled Big Dark and Ugly.
	August blinked his eyes.  This was new.
	In the room that was blocked August was now privy to; beyond was a large room that was enlightened by more lighting.  There were chairs, like at an auditorium, or auction.  There was a dais, a platform that had curtains drawn to its sides.
	Several peoples were already present, August noted business class peoples, one farmer, socialites, and midtown business types.  A man clad in Roman attire came up onto the platform, he had a microphone and made an announcement:
	“And next we have up number 29.” he made a gesturing wave and head nod and up from the curtained side of the platform came a young white girl with very bleached blond hair.  She was no more than ten.  And naked.  Her hands were bound by a cinch tie and she bore the marks of electrocution.
	“And what is the bid for this lovely young lass, she’s ten years old, Southern Oklahoma is where she’s from.” the Roman announcer turned the frightened disheveled girl about, having her to bend over; he parted her cheeks, patted her ass, then turned her about having her spread her legs.  Her pussy was not virginal, but was still fuckable. 
	“One thousand!” shouted a man in the back row.
	“One Five!” shouted another.
	“One Eight!” came another voice, from a woman in a first class business suit.  She was a socialite for sure and clearly not what she seemed.
	Other bids came, finally topping out at three thousand five hundred.  
	“Going once!” the Roman Emperor pounded a golden gavel on the podium he stood behind.  He tousled the hair of the young one and gave the final warnings twice more before announcing reverently, “SOLD!” to the man in the back row.
	A Mexican teenager brought in five thousand dollars.
	A tall white girl with long straight dark hair commanded four thousand.
	Twin six year old girls were brought up, but naked, signs of physical abuse but not sexual, not yet.  “Yes folks, they’re still virginal.  You can take care of that tonite, or as soon as you can in one of our rooms!” he chortled and slammed the golden gavel onto the podium demanding bids.
	The girls brought as much as seven thousand simoleons!
	August was aghast.  Well, not totally.  He was mildly aware that this sort of thing happened and did indeed go on in modern day America, but he thought he would never see it in person. 
	Then, a tall lanky nude boy came up, hands tied, eyes glassy, totally in awe, shock, dismay, and lightly drugged.  It was Ted.  Ted from Gunther’s group, the Captives!
	August felt a twinge.  ‘Son-of-a-bitch!’ he looked to Gunther, 
	“Business is business.” the man returned.
	The socialite in a pink three piece skirt outfit got the highest bid for Ted, six thousand eight hundred dollars.  She smiled gleefully and put down her paddle numbered 40, she was done for the day, she went to pay and collect her “prize.”
	A tall Chinese girl came nextly followed by Holly.
	A white girl a little on the hefty side was brought up, she managed to  garner four thousand dollars while a tall-tall skinny white girl brought in three thousand.
	Kyle was brought up next.  A businessman in a dark suit acquired him, for five thousand even.  Carlos, Kathy, and Shawn were next, all going for high bids.
	“Can I get in on this?” August asked of his odd Marine friend.
	While three more teens came and went, August revealed the fact that he had sufficient funds to make valid purchases.  No vital info was required, but there were security measures.  A background check was required, but for a nominal fee and the back up of August’s video and Gunther’s good word, it was wavered.
	Just in time, too.  Julie was brought up, but naked, drugged, frightened out of her skull, peeing.  The Roman announcer turned her about, fingered her hole, spanked her, turned her to face the bidding audience and three businessmen and one more businesswoman vied for her.
	The bids came to $7,000.  August didn’t have much more than that and would need to go out to the outside world and make a quick-sudden withdrawal from one of the many downtown banks.  He didn’t know if he could pull any of his Device worthy shenanigans where he was.  If the Device should fail at the critical moment, HE would be critical--in critical condition (if not dead.)
	“Seven thousand two hundred….” drawled the Roman Emperor.
	“Seven three!” blurted August.
	“I hear seven thousand three hundred, any more?”
	“Seven four!”
	August shot the man in the far corner a dirty look.  “Seven five!”
	It went as high as eight thousand two hundred.  But Julie was his.
	“I need to go get some more money.” August confided in his pal.
	“Most bidders who come here come with a minimum of a hundred g’s.” he was warned.  August didn’t have that much, he knew where he could get it.  So did Gunther.
	‘Don’t be an asshole…’ August thought.
	“I’ll see what I can do.” Gunther said.  He left the seat and August forked over the ill-gotten loot he had acquired weeks before hand.  (Why he carried ten thousand with him was one of those “just becauses.”)
	Julie would be dressed in a robe and presented to him, signed over on a parchment paper giving him “title” to her.  She didn’t recognize him, she didn’t recognize anybody.  The drug in her system did almost as fine a job as August’s Device, but with a few minor lingering after affects after the drug wore off.
	Gunther returned, “You got one hour.  I’ll hold my group until you get back, there’s enough to go before them, but one hour.”
	August thanked him and told him who he was interested in, then asked if he knew how much they might bring.
	“Don’t know, but it’s safe to say you ought to bring what everyone else brings in, a hundred thou.”
	August nodded, collected Julie and left.

	At the entrance to the hidden 2nd level basement there was a long hallway leading to a secure freight elevator.  The elevator came to open up on a secured hidden parking lot level.  Here August’s own ‘51 Panel awaited him.  No one was about, it was secure.  He whisked the still drugged Julie into the truck then eased into the open area of the normal parking structure.
	It was midday, visiting a top notch bank to do narly business was not the most wise thing to do.  Julie was out, he kept her secured, tied her ankles, kissed her butt, pumped off quickly into her mouth and then stole a moment to finger her pooter.  Then he covered her in blankets and rendered himself invisible.
	At the first bank he nearly gave himself away, and nearly ruptured himself as he straddled the security door going into the bank teller’s arena.  The door was one of those half doors, but it was locked and only opened by another teller.
	The vault trip was easy, it was wide open.  There were stacks and stacks of bills just waiting for him.  He helped himself and quashed the greed level that rose within him.  Time was of the essence so he quickly moved to the next bank right across the street.
	Why didn’t he just acquire all that he needed from the first?
	You’ll have to ask him, something about too greedy at one place was a dangerous thing.  He didn’t want to tip anyone off about such a large unannounced withdrawal.
	Only two banks he “hit”, he had collected the proper amount, plus a bit more for himself.  Then it was a race back to the hidden basement.  Julie continued to sleep soundly on in a blissful state of drug induced sleep.
	Passing one of the “cells” August so noted the business woman who had been in the pinkish outfit, she was now naked and being hammered by Ted while another woman in Dominatrix clothes whipped the boy’s backside.
	August moved on to the bidding room.
	He owed Gunther eight thousand, Minn had come up while he was gone.  August bid on Krista and her brother Kirk, then and Chip.  He was glad he had come fully funded, they costed him just as much.  He would have went for Michael but the bid for the youth exceeded ten grand.  August already had Chip and Kirk, that was enough boy pleasures.  Michael finally brought in twelve thousand.

	There was a nominal fee for being an associate member of the Society of North American Professional Perverts Association (SNAPPA).  August paid the fee then went on his way.  Gunther’s business was concluded as well, he didn’t make any “purchases”, he didn’t need to, he was a supplier, not a buyer.
	For his efforts, though, he received a percentage for his “supplies.”  The monies collected by the SNAPPA went to for support--their place of business, hush money, security, general upkeep, and reaching out to the “missions” in adjoining and interested countries.
	While passing the room with Ted and his new “mommy”, the business woman was on top of Ted and she was now being whipped by the Dominatrix.
	August and Gunther went on.
	The monies that Gunther had himself went for his ride, the trailer, and a piece of property in Canada.  He was buying a large plot of landscape and having a wondrous cabin constructed.  The rest he was socking away privately as his “retirement” income.  August was hip with that.  He was a little overwhelmed, too--although he knew that he was not possibly the only pervert involved in such diabolical doings.  He knew a few Indians who were, and their doings were incredible to say the least.
	But in part he had enjoyed the distinct possibility that he acted alone, his “acquisitions” and dealings made him a solitary figure in the world of outlandish shenanigans.  
	He returned to the mall with a new agenda, his newest acquisitions needed clothing, but they were a little “out” of it and probably would be for a while.  He met Charlotte, kissed her, then told her in a whisper, “I have some new ones.”
	She was not amused.  Not pissed off, but the Mega RV was already maxed out as it was.  She hung her head, then the tips of her mouth failed to hide the smile.  “Anything for me?” she quipped.  August wrinkled his forehead devilishly and she shook hers.
	The sizes of the newly acquired ones were taken and Charlotte went on her way to make clothing purchases.  August checked in on his group and Wendsy returned with him to the truck.
	Julie and Minn lay still sleeping.  Krista was awake.  Her brother Kirk was groggy.  Chip was sitting up, trying to force his mind and eyes to a more alert state of being.  Wendsy sat on the wheel well hump, she wore another pretty dress of bygone days, slightly opening her legs and thusly allowing the slowly focusing Chip to have a gander at what lay between her legs.  Surprisingly Wendsy chose to wear undies--seeing as how August Moone her benefactor (and lover) enjoyed girls in their undies.
	Chip slowly began to become aroused.  August sat watching his new acquired ones, he had a decision to make--to “fix” them or not.  He could fixc them lightly, or fully.  He decided to go at on an individual basis.
	For Chip it was fairly simple--he was a pre-teen lad, hormones raging, interest in girls on the high end.  He DID harbor sexual thoughts for Julie and Minn, he was NOT into guys.  He didn’t mind butt fucking the girls, but wasn’t crazy about screwing the very young.  Eight year old Jill had been about Chip’s limit (she had not made it to the auction dais, when being drugged to make her more calm, she expired.)
	But Julie, Minn, Krista, Holly, oh yeah, whole heartedly he enjoyed.  He pretended not to, for the sake of those he humped.  And Julie and the others were his friends, they worked together, they chummed about and were typical friends.  Sexual romping with one of them was never a part of the plan.
	And when Chip was probed if whether or not he would be cool with being away from home, being whereas he could fuck his brains out on a daily basis, could he be trusted to keep mum, be not a security risk--the definitive answer was YES.
	Chip hated his father, a step-father.  His real father was somewhere else unknown to Chip, he hated him too (for leaving.)  His mother he didn’t care fore as she allowed the physical abuse to go on.  It was the step-father who put the welts on Chip’s body.  He was in.
	Kirk’s eyes fell on his nude slumber drugged sister.  His cock slowly rose to the fact.  He looked to Minn and Julie, then to Wendsy’s crotch.  August met the boy’s eyes, Kirk was actually a bit older than what August preferred, he was thirteen.  But worthy of August’s attention just the same.
	Kirk was still a Christian.  What had happened and what he had been forced to do were reprehensible and unholy, unGodly.  There was no denying the enjoyment of humping the beejesus out of his sister, or banging off into the other girls.  He didn’t care for screwing the little girls, or messing around the boys (of any age.)  
	“Would you like to continue fucking your sister?”
	He nodded that it was so.  He wanted not to, he wanted to deny it, but the sensation of “fucking” was too great, the fact that the “fucking” was done unto his lovely sister--well, that was a bonus.  But he still had morals, dignity (despite his nudity.)  He would not be corrupted into immorality.  He sought sexual pleasures with his sister, but that was normal, banging off into younger fare just wasn’t right and he was opposed.
	August sought to change that.  He needed “fixing.”
	Minn, too.  Naturally.  Fingering her poon was one thing, having someone else do it was a no-go.  She was mildly curious about sex, but not to the extent of actually engaging.  She didn’t care for slurping on skin (pussy, cock, balls, or asshole.)  She didn’t care to be fucked in the ass, peed on, fucked in the cunt, and definitely in the mouth.  She WAS curious about cumming, how a girl came as well as a guy.  But she was in general appalled at the blatant sex abuse suffered and endured at the hands of her Tormentor.
	Krista.  Orgasming was one thing.  Fooling around with her brothers was one thing.  But she was a Christian, sung in the choir, acted accordingly to her faith, ensuring her morals, dedicated to being as moralistically moral as possible--with a little naughty fling with her brothers on the side which she regarded as harmless.  Fully engaging in sexual humping was a no-go.  She could not in her heart open her legs for her brothers, or boyfriend, father, casual acquaintance--no one.  It was wrong, wrong, wrong--wrong--wrong.
	There was no denying the incredible off the scale sexual feelings derived from being hammered.  She didn’t approve of the shindig with the little kids, or they being forced to engage, or herself and her brothers being forced to engage with themselves and the others.
	Krista needed a LOT of fixing.

Bonding
	There were lots of “bonding” going on in the Mega RV.  The introduction of August’s newest newbies went alright, there were rolled eyes, shaking heads, “Oh no’s” and such--the RV was already crammed beyond capacity--and it only had TWO bathrooms!
	For the time being August and Gunther continued to be a pair, they parked their rides in a RV park located on the outskirts of the City.  A day was needed to set up August’s ride, affixing the screened in area porch; ultra security measures here, but it allowed for a 12x12 extra living space.
	Gunther made subtle plans for more acquisitions.  August asked if there were any “other” auction houses.  Gunther said there were, but didn’t give details.  August was content with knowing of the one.
	Equipping the Mega RV was tasking, filling the tanks, learning all the little nuances of the masterful machine, filling all its bins with needed and extra things.  His crew made tracks to the nearby park and elsewhere--cavorting about in the mega ride took its toll and the need for “space” was required.  
	August himself chilled out.  He worked on making the RV livable, learned more about its functions, and chilled.  A few times during the day there was peace and quiet, Gunther had taken his panel out for doings of his own, most of August’s group had scurried off, returning in small groups now and then.  The newest newbies were the only ones staying, they still needed “fixing.”
	When taking a break he tried bonding with Julie.  He felt something for her, something strong.  He didn’t know what, but it was a tad bit different than what he felt for Wendsy, Winnie, and Charlotte.  Lust?  No, more on the heart strings kind of something.  Sure he enjoyed her body, she was pretty, she was not overly unique, she had poise, demeanor, personality.  She could sing, she could act, she could cuddle.
	Oh he still had major feelings for Wendsy, SHE was unique.  But Julie was in a different category--in as much as was Wendsy.  That helped.  It put both girls in the number one spot in their separate categories.  He didn’t know if Wendsy would become jealous over his strong affections for Julie, and Wendsy was someone he did not want to cross, lest he and Charlotte start having to sleep in shifts!
	Krista was going to require a bit of work.  He could only dink with her mind a little at a time; rewiring a mind was tasking, implanting notions, thoughts, deeds, “pictures” all worked heavily on August’s mind, and he felt the Device may suffer the enduring task, too.  Maybe not, but he wasn’t taking chances.
	As for Kirk, Krista’s brother, he was “fixed.”  A little light wiring, implanting of notions of this and that and he was ready to be trusted.  It wouldn’t be a 100% trust, but close counts.  It would take awhile for August to fully trust the former Christian, and even at that, someday, somewhere, somehow something might trigger deep within the lad’s brain and dredge up an obliterated memory.  But by then, though, he would have other memories of his “new” life; all the incredulous diabolical non-Christian things he had done up until the point of recalling his former life.
	Chip was fairly easy to deal with, so was Minn.
	He thought of the others Gunther had had; Michael, Carlos, Shawn, Kathy, Holly, Ted, Jill and Kyle.  He was bothered with what had happened to Jill, that was unfortunate and uncalled for.  What else would happen to the Captives, to any of those “sold at auction”?  Was their fate simply to serve their new owner sexually?  For how long, indefinitely?  Would they be “resold” or snuffed when their usefulness had run out, or their master had grown tired of their face and desired a fresh new one?
	He watched Krista sleeping.  She was exhausted from her harrowing ordeal and lack of sleep, it had caught up with her--with a little help from August and his little “helper.”
	Krista was clad merely in panties, August liked girls in their undies.  No bra, that didn’t turn him on.  He watched her sleep, her breathing, her lovely young fifteen year old mounds.  Someone was in the hall bathroom, a figure emerged just after the flushing, Julie.  She had panties on, she stood in the hall with a confused look upon her sweet face.
	“Come here.” he called to her.  
	Julie looked to him curiously, she required a little more “fixing” as well.  Timidly she came, taking small steps, dragging her hand along the walls, wrinkling her brow.  She came to August, pausing a few steps from him.  She wasn’t quite sure, his image was burned into her memory, but--but there were conflicting images, too.
	August stretched out his hands and brought her to him.  A nice patting to her dainty butt and then tongue into the mouth.  She resisted and grew frightened, causing August to spank her and then deftly work on her mind.  She didn’t accept the notions so readily and a bit more spanking was required.
	She at length went off into a deep slumber land.  August chilled out again in near exhaustion.  He had a deep seeded fear that all his mind warpings of the newbies may fail.  That wouldn’t do, no, that just wouldn’t do.
	He continued his bonding efforts, it would take time he knew, but it would be worth it.  He didn’t really like dishing out punishment, only on a low key admonishment.  He pitied Gunther, Gunther would not have such attachments with his charges, his captives.  He had only the desire to inflict emotional pain and suffering, to fuck their brains out, to force them into sexual depravity with themselves and one another, then sell them off and be ready for a new bunch.
	Krista rolled over onto her side, her ass now to him.  Julie continued to snuggle, Kirk came into view, a little befuddled himself but more along the way of accepting his fate than the others.  Minn exited the hall bathroom in front of him, she, too, befuddled and confused, but on her way to becoming a full member of the August crew.
	“I think Minn would like to have her panties taken off.” August “suggested” in a comment to Kirk.  The young teen stood a moment, accepted the comment, digested it, then stared at the tan skinned Minn before him.  All she wore was pretty flowery panties.  She had a bit of a chest, just nipples but enough to suck on.  Her long flowing dark silky hair draped nicely over her shoulders and just concealed those “two aspirins on an ironing board.”
	Kirk came up to the girl (from behind) and went to his knees.  He continued to digest the comment and decipher it.  Minn stood still, befuddled and confused, but calm about it.  She didn’t even tense up when Kirk began lowering her undies.  
	Kirk liked girls in their undies, too.  Slowly he slid the panty down, admiring her now naked ass.  He paused in his doings, the panties just at Minn’s knees.  He sat back.  August wasn’t alarmed, a little cautious, but he felt no problems at hand.  Kirk was merely admiring Minn in such a state of nudeness.
	“Minn,” August said, “bend over, dear.”  Minn took as many as five seconds before compliance.  Kirk was close to cumming, HE was nude.  He admired the girl’s bottom more, lingering, lusting.  He then fondled it, parting the cheeks and admiring closely her bung hole and cunny.  Then, on his own, he tongued the girl’s corn hole, finger fucked it, then scooted up and placed his young teen cock to the girl’s fucked hole and fucked it.
	Julie turned about and became seated on August’s lap, August cuddled her, patting her tummy and becoming aroused.  Minn made no sounds as she was hammered from behind.  Kirk reached underneath the girl to frig her.  Krista farted.
	Julie reached down between her legs and found what was poking at her.  Again August consoled her, cuddling, slowly working her panties down.  Kirk continued to pump tenaciously until finally cumming.  He pumped continuously until completely empty.  Minn had her mouth open, frigging her young cunny and cumming as well.  Kirk slapped the girl’s ass and finger fucked it some more.
	“Minn, why don’t you turn around and suck his cock.”
	Minn nodded politely and did just that.  Julie was a little shocked and awed, a portion her mind aware that what was transpiring was kinda on the wrong side.  She seemed to be unaware of the fact that she was sitting on a nude man’s lap and he was tugging her panties down!
	Minn began slurping on Kirk’s cock, Kirk made faces and noises of pleasure mixed with discomfort.  Julie’s cheeks were parted and she soon began aware that something amiss was going on.  She reacted as she should but unable to fully freak out about.  
	“Just relax, Julie.  Calm down.”
	Julie did neither.  Her level of “freaking out” was minimal, she couldn’t react as she wanted and could only accept the ordeal, her emotional outbursts was nipped, but she was clearly frightened.
	More work was needed on Julie.
	Minn managed to get Kirk to blast off again.  Chip had awakened, used the bathroom and came out seeing the fiasco in progress.  “Chip, Minn needs her asshole fucked.  Take care of it.”  Chip licked his lips, furrowed his brow and looked to the cocksucking girl, then to Krista, Julie, and back to Minn.  He moved around Kirk and Minn who were in the middle of the hallway, then came behind the girl and promptly entered her.
	Julie relaxed a little more, her own asshole plugged by a schlong.