August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips and Sidetrips
Chapter 16
Delving Into Depravity

	She didn’t have the full knowledge base of utilizing the Device full potential, or even a portion of it.  There were notes on a PDA, encrypted but Charlotte knew how to decipher them.  The use of the Device by her was primarily for emergencies.  It was not 100% deemed to be an emergency situation, but Charlotte deemed that knowing what the Dawsons were about and up to was necessary for security’s sake.
	It would be her first on her own.  She was sure August would be back soon, she figured he was up to no good.  He was bad enough on his own, now he was hooked up with Gunther Tallywick, that was ten times as worse!
	The Dawson family had cookies and drinks, acted very normal, a little too normal and way too chipper.  They retired to their dysfunctional ride leaving Charlotte in a quandary.
	Half an hour later she slipped away unnoticed by her “family.”  She felt very odd about it, a strange feeling sweeping her.  She felt a little dizzy, lightheaded.  She could feel the ground as she stepped but it seemed different.  She was slightly alarmed that she was no longer casting a shadow.
	Still a little unsure if she was under the guise of the Device, she strolled about listlessly, roaming towards the other motorists who had pulled over for an unexpected rest break.  They had put out their lawn chairs and occupied space in the shade of their vehicles.  Charlotte strolled up not too close, then flashed the couple--a man and woman in their mid 30s.
	Neither noticed.  Both were staring out to the landscape, they couldn’t help but not notice Charlotte’s bare breasts.  She moved on to flash an elderly man who was gnawing on a sandwich and reeking of bad body odor.  He had a glassy look in his pale eyes and it wasn’t clear if he could see her or not.
	A pair of ten year old twin boys romping about nearby a pair of parental units seemed a good opportunity, she flashed them when in direct line o’sight.  
	Nothing.
	One more thing to do, a raspberry.
	Charlotte got near one of the boys when he had come up to his mother for a scolding for playing too far and being too loud.  Charlotte got as close as she dared and then let rip with her hands to her mouth and emulating a butt reeking fart.
	It was loud and obnoxious.
	The boy got his face slapped and seriously chastised.  The boy was bewildered to say the least.  He looked around but didn’t see who had let go.  Charlotte felt better and strolled back to the Dawsons’ ride.

	The curtains were drawn, but the side door was NOT locked.  Bad security move there.  Carefully, very-very carefully Charlotte opened the door--just a crack.  She had tried all the windows, peeking in but they were drawn tight.  Charlotte saw nothing but heard much.  Noise.  Humping noises.  The sounds of someone being porked.
	She had to have clarity.  Taking a BIG risk, much like August would, she eased herself in, taking small baby steps, easing the door behind her closed.  The Dawson’s ride was not a large one, a twenty footer.  It was not new and approx. ten years old.  In the rear area there was the activity, the “porking.”
	On her knees was the mommy, Joanne.  She was naked and laying over the bed.  Behind her “porking” away was Ted.  
	Ted was nude as well, lathered in sweat as he plowed his goodly modern wife.  He smacked her hips and ass and humped furiously as he was at the pivotal point of extreme orgasm.  ON the bed were the children, Harriet was being munched on by the mommy, she was nude and placed up to where Joanne could nosh her, Ted sometimes holding the girl’s legs back to allow his loving wife ample access and such.
	Young Jamie was nice to see nude.  Charlotte was getting a little excited.  Ted was good to see nude, but Charlotte suddenly found her cunny getting “wet” as Jamie’s ass humped, his balls slapped, his cock slammed into his sister Vikki’s cunt.
	Ted finally unloaded into his wife, he pulled out and smacked her ass and finished creaming on her lily white cheeks.  He sat on the toilet in the bathroom behind him, Joanne continued to lick out Harriet’s quim.  Jamie continued to hump Vikki.  Charlotte continued to soil herself in orgasmic bliss.
	‘So this is what it’s like.’ she murmured to herself.  ‘To spy.’
	It was then as she leaned against a counter that Ted stood up and positioned himself beside his wife.  He began fondling Jamie’s ass, smacking it lovingly, digging into the crack, then tousling his son’s hair.  Ted then climbed up onto the bed and spoke to Harriet.  “Come suck me.” he said.  Charlotte then noted the blinking green diode lights on the girl’s temple, she moved over and onto her side, frigging her pussy and latching onto Ted’s cock.  
	Jamie pulled out of Vikki and situated himself up against Harriet, entering her asshole.  Joanne sat back and remained quiet and still, not talking, not moving, motionless and still.
	Harriet’s diodes flashed faster as she sucked on Ted’s cock, Jamie pounded her from behind, pulling a leg up and revealing the fact that she was no longer a virgin--and had all the signs of being fucked a lot.
	Jamie’s pud slipped out, he lay on his back and squeezed it, “Vikki, suck my dick.”  Vikki sat up, cocked her head, then without a word leaned down and began slurping on the young boy’s cock.  Ted filled Harriet’s mouth with his spunk.  He drenched her, slapped her face with his cock, jammed his cock fully to the balls, emptied all that he had then sat on the side nightstand massaging his organ.
	“You want to do your mom?” Ted asked Jamie.  Jamie grinned a grin, blushed, then very brightly he nodded that he did so indeed want to.  Ted nodded to the boy, “Go ahead, call her up.”
	The boy still seemed bashful, he retained some baby fat to his face, he was a little pudgy but not overweight.  A little more exercise and he would avoid being a statistic.  He made room for his mother, then, “Mom, come up onto the bed.” no hesitation, Joanne obediently complied and came up onto the main bed.  “Lay down.” he further added.  The woman did so and Jamie looked over her as if he were looking at a huge dish of free pudding.
	He squeezed her breasts, then began frigging her pussy.  More juices flowed from Charlotte’s cunt, Jamie handled his pud and then took his mother’s hand and had her do it for him.  Ted pulled Harriet onto his lap, his cock was limp and not likely to be lively for a little while (at least.)  He merely cuddled the nude child, cupping her ass and watching as son Jamie crawled onto his mother and slipped into the pussy that bore him.
	During the time Jamie humped his mother Vikki sat up (again), she blinked her pretty dark eyes and stared into the galley, staring at Charlotte.  Uh-oh.
	The odd girl cocked her head to and fro, so much so that her “father” asked if she were alright.  Vikki didn’t vocally reply but she pointed--pointed right at Charlotte!
	“What is it, Vikki?” Ted asked, he saw nothing.  Jamie continued to fuck.  Vikki continued to cock her head, she seemed curiously interested, still pointing.
	Charlotte got a bad case of the heebie-jeebies.  So did Ted.  He put Harriet on the bed and came closer to the kitchenette area.  Charlotte moved to the door, opening it would give her away for sure, but she was still invisible.
	“Vikki, do you see something?”
	The girl didn’t answer but nodded her head.
	Charlotte moved to the door and waited for the moment to dart.
	Ted opened a cabinet and hauled out a case, a scientist’s type case.  Charlotte opened the door.  Ted darted to the door but Charlotte was out.  She held her pose, going to the right side rather than the typical open side of the door and the left.  Ted firstly stood on the steps looking about wildly--before realizing that he was nude….

                                                      *****

Meanwhile back at the barn….
	The girls were none too happy about their dire situation, but they were in more compliance than had been the boys when being put through their paces.  There was still sniveling, they were aghast, ashamed, embarrassed, horrified, and all that normally associated with having to be forced into sexual depravity, but they were more capable of “performing” than had been the boys.
	The girls all peeled out of their clothes, one article at a time.  The boys collected the garment and “tossed” them out the window.  Ms. Emma was nude, her clothes ripped from her body, the cattle prod pressed to her furry-furry snatch.  Her panties on the bus driver’s head.  He was a geek, 25 years old, scrawny body, sunken cheeks, not 100% with the lights on, but capable of handling a bus load of kids.  Sort of.
	The girls’ panties the boys all had to hold, look at, sniff the crotch, put on their heads, and toss the remaining clothing out their window while the girls went thru their paces.  Second Voice got in on the act now, he had the girls turn about and bend over, pointing their nude asses to the boys in the seats.  The boys had to place their hands on the green vinyl seats and look.
	The boys did.
	The boys got wood.
	The girls cried and carried on, but parted their cheeks and let the boys have a nice look.  The girls stood up and then turned to face the boys.  Tummies heaved as the girls sobbed.  The girls all had to look to the boys’ erections.
	Soon the girls turned to press their young bodies up against one another.  They faced one another, too; hands to one another’s ass for a good grope.
	The boys were finally allowed to remove the panties from their heads and toss them.  The girls sat down in the seats beside the boys.  The next phase was to begin.
	“LISTEN UP!” shouted First Voice, “I’m going to ask you some questions.  Yer gonna answer.  TRUTHFULLY!  Failure to do so will result in…”
	And he electrified Ms. Emma.
	VP Morris went ballistic and risked serious injury to his balls (again).  Kathy Emma freaked out, peed a steady stream of pee, and her hair frizzed out.  She babbled in tongues and collapsed to the floor in a heap, her wrists bleeding more from the snug fitting handcuffs.
	First Voice looked over the students, “We have ways of knowing if you our lying, so I strongly suggest you tell the truth when I ask a question, okay!?” he seemed cherry and friendly at this point.
	The twenty-two students nodded their heads and waited.
	“First,” he began, “I want everyone to close their eyes, tight.  No peeking.” he waited the half moment for this to become so.  Then, “ALrighty now, just a few questions:  One, who among you are virgins?”
	There were startled expressions.  Most weren’t even aware of what the word really implied.
	“Who among you “plays” with themselves, fondles their private parts?”
	There was still not much of a response other than closed eyed shock.
	“Has any member in your family molested you?” more direct.
	Three hands came up.  One boy, two girls.
	“Do any of you have sex with a parent, either a mommy or daddy, or an uncle, aunt, cousin?”
	Six hands came up, four girls, two boys.
	“Any of you want to screw a member of your family, a brother, sister?”
	No hands came up.
	No one admitted to “giving” blowjobs, not until the cattle prod once more afflicted Ms. Emma.  Four hands came up, two were girls.  Two girls took “cock” up their ass, as many as four girls were spreading their legs for an uncle, a father, an uncle, a brother, and a boyfriend.
	Two boys were getting doinked by an older brother, one boy being pegged by his priest.
	Only half of the students understood what “masturbating” was, friggin, fingering, playing with oneself.  No one knew what “cornholing” meant.  Butt fucking was a term they were aware of but not overly certain to its actual meaning.  None knew what it meant to “cum.”
	All the information supplied by the students was “seen” by Ms. Emma, Mr. Morris, Darla the teaching aid, and Bo the bus driver.  They were just as horrified by the admissions they had nothing of.
	A moment of pause was allowed, the kids were allowed to open their eyes.  The boys, for the most part, had lost their erections.  They sat welded to their seats, as were the girls sitting right beside them.  
	Ms. Emma was fussed with, positioning her on the handrail and the small “dash” of the bus.  Her legs were free, but she knew better than to cause a problem.  Her legs were pushed open, her ankle rested on Bo’s shoulder while the other rested on Mr. Morris’s shoulder.  This gave her nakedness a wide open viewing for all to see.
	The boys did look, too.
	The girls, too, but not as much as the boys.
	The cattle prod traveled up and down the woman’s cunt, INTO her cunt, poking at her asshole.  Kathy Emma tensed up, awaiting for the cattle device to jolt her.  
	A sort of odd calmness suddenly came over Darla Kupps.  Her sniveling, crying, sobbing seemed to be suddenly swept away.  She stood and appeared reserved.  First Voice undone her cuffs and tucked them away in his uniform.  The sixteen year old began undressing.  One piece at a time.  Mr. Morris’ eyes bugged, “Damn girl!  Darla!  Darla!  What’chu doin’ girl!?”
	She didn’t answer but tossed her top down into the wheel well followed by her bra.  Nice breasts, young, fresh, tender, small cantaloupe sized.  The student boys all took a long hard look at the teen, all making various statements of one word only, “Damn!”  “Ohhhhhh.”  “Ahhhhh” and  “Wow!”
	Darla shucked her jeans, removed her shoes and jeans and tossed them into the wheel well as well.  She stood very poised and calmly in pale pink French-cut undies.  Mark Morris’ eyes fell onto the young teen and the pain in his balls subsided.
	“BOYS!” said First Voice, “Get up in the aisle.”
	Compliance.  The girls was abashed when the boys had to pass by them, squeezing out of the seat into the aisle, their bare naked asses inches from the girls’ faces.  Once in the aisle the boys came up in a straight line, the first boy “kissed” Ms. Emma’s pussy.
	Ms. Emma’s cunt wasn’t unappealing, it wasn’t funky, it was furry, and gave the telltale signs of being fucked a few times, despite the fact that she was unmarried.  The boys each had to come up, place their hands on the inside thighs and tongue kiss the cunt.
	Ms. Emma was all kind of emotional about the ordeal, not pleased at all.  She was ashamed and embarrassed and when she looked onto the concealed First Voice she was pissed.
	Each boy after kissing the cunt and making his way to the back of the line had wood.  Some of the boys were hungrily in anticipation, others were frightened, others were just confused.
	Afterwards, Darla came to her knees just under/in front of Ms. Emma’s open legs/cunt.  The boys stared at Darla’s naked breasts.  She fondled the first boy’s balls, stroked his cock, and then began sucking the sharpened cock.  She rubbed the boy’s ass, sucked his cock and balls, and did them all without so much as batting an eye about it.
	She then turned and took down Bo Geekoid’s pants.  He was dark skinned, a white boy, but a dirty white boy.  His cock was already seeping juices.  Darla pulled down his boxers and cupped his nuggets, into her hot mouth she sucked him until he shot a massive wad of spunk.
	“God-damn!” murmured Mr. Morris.
	Darla sat up on her knees, swallowed the mouthful of jiz and looked perplexed.  A quiet moment came (and went.)  Darla then turned and serviced Mr. Morris, taking his gray slacks and bozers down, fondling his aching balls and lovingly sucking them.  When his cock began to sprout semen on its own she popped the massive 7-inch boner into her mouth and drained it.  All the boys (and girls) watched the blowjob in action, the boys mostly watching Darla’s ass as it wiggled.  Some of the boys stroked their organs, fondled their balls, and remained dazed.
	Darla soon laid out on the floor, head looking up to Ms. Emma.  The teen slipped her fingers inside her panties and began to frig.  The boys watching all began to get “excited.”  The girls were told to do as Darla was doing.  Some were already doing so.
	At length Darla raised her legs and slipped her undies off.  Three boys closest to the front began to cum.  Darla spread her legs, casting her panties into the wheel well.  The boys each got to lay on Darla, slip their schlongs into her cunny and fuck.  They sucked on her titties and fucked their fill.  Most of the boys managed to cum.
	Bo was cumming, again, Darla’s hand “worked” his aching bone into a frenzy until at last he began to shoot another load.  A break in the fucking came so as Darla could sit up and suck the driver off.
	After the boys had had their fun, the GIRLS all had to come and sit on Darla’s face.  Darla tongued the girls’ poons, fondled their young ass, tongued the a-holes, and blew raspberries into them.  
	The GIRLS had the task of licking Darla’s cunt.
	Another brief rest break and then….
	The finale.

Spy Games
	“Hmmm, something still seems to be wrong with the vocal transmitter.”
	“Whattya mean?”
	“She can’t talk.”
	“Can you fix it?”
	“If I knew what was wrong initially…”
	It was late afternoon, almost evening type time.  Charlotte was more worried than upset with the non-appearance of August & Gunther.  She had the radio on, listening for any “breaking news.”  Ara and Alice were teaming up, taking on one another as well as all the boys.  The rest of the August crew-family were scattered mingling with the other folks who had come to rest by the side of the road.  It was quiet and peaceful and the sun was setting.
	All was quiet at the Dawson’s RV.  Again restlessness prompted Charlotte to tempt fate once more.  She didn’t open the door this time but utilized the “see thru walls” application and Amplify Sounds.  She got a nasty headache as a result, a nose bleed, wobbly knees and heart palpitations but otherwise learned a little more about the odd family.
	Specifically about the little ten year old.  She wasn’t human.  She was something else, she was handcrafted.  An android.  Charlotte nearly collapsed when she the child’s skull cap pulled back, she was nude and there was a panel on her backside pulled open.  Inside were wires, diodes blinking, some steady, some flashing.  There were gears and gizmos all out of the league of understanding for Charlotte.
	Jamie was still nude, his preferred manner of dress.
	On the bed lay Joanne and Harriet, nude as well, eyes closed, hands down by their sides apparently sound to sleep.  Charlotte began to wonder, were they, too, androids?
	Ted seemed at a loss as to why Vikki was unable to speak.  He was nude as well.  His penis dropped down but he still made the appearance of a wonderful lover.  Not rugged looking, not a construction worker type, but dashing enough for a good lay.
	Vikki’s back panel was closed and sealed and the “seam” disappeared!  She was laid out on a table, her legs hanging off.  Ted opened her chest panel and prattled about while Jamie checked out her hairless poon.  He soon began masturbating himself as he sat cockeyed beside the nude girl--robot--android.  Lightly he began fingering the girl’s poon.
	“Stop that!” scolded his father, “Not now.” tediously he went to work doing some sort of surgery on his “daughter.”  Charlotte backed away and returned to the Mega RV.  She wished August and Gunther would hurry the fuck up and get back…

						*****

	The boys.
	All the lovely nude lads (minus the way wriggling outside in the hay) straddled Darla’s face, standing astride.  Ms. Emma was repositioned so as the Boys could all take a turn and penetrating her, fucking her.  Darla came up and cupped the Boy’s ass and suckled their nuggets as they humped the teacher.  Each Boy had five minutes to hump.
	When the last Boy had humped, Bus driver Bo got his turn, it was awkward as he was still handcuffed and had to turn his scruffy body about, but his erection entered the woman, Kathy Emma turned her body to meet and they “coupled.”
	Bo also orgasmed.
	Kathy Emma’s ordeal was not quite over.  VP Morris was positioned, all the Girls grew wide eyed eyes as Morris’ cock was exposed to them, a huge black fuck pole entered their teacher’s pussy.  A few pumps and he was commanded to pump off into Kathy’s poop chute.
	Tense moments as the penetration took place.  It was enduring and soon Mark Morris’ eyes bulged as his cock exploded in the teacher’s crap hole.  He humped and pumped and fully relieved himself within her.  He sighed, farted, peed, and pulled out of the cummy hole, wobbly knees barely holding him up.  Cum dripped from his blackness, he rested against the handrail and tried to recover.
	Kathy Emma was -- broken.
	Three of the prettiest girls were told to come forth and stand.  Timidly they did so.  Shyly they concealed their nakedness until told not to.  Then, they had to stand astride Darla and frig themselves, turn about and present their naked asses--pulling the cheeks apart and spanking themselves.  Thereafter they lay out on Darla and frigged their cunnies more.
	All this prompted Bo and Morris to get wood again.
	The Girls all lined up with half servicing Bo and the others their vice principal.  Naturally the Girls all returned to bawling and carrying on.  And naturally First Voice snuffed out another life--the young boy who had been withering out in the hay.
	The Girls obediently sucked on Bo’s schlong as well as the black meat.  The first group of Girls BACKED in to Bo the Bus Driver’s cock, guiding the schlong in was Darla.  The Girls cried, bawled, made odd noises and were sodomized.
	Bo tried not to cum, but couldn’t help it--but only a few of the girls got his juices up their ass.
	The other half of the Girls were held by First Voice, they were put into position and VP Morris was pissed, upset, angry, and hard.  His black schlong erupted into the young girls’ poons.  He tried not to hump but the cattle prod in Kathy’s cunt forced him to do so.
	He came off in a couple of the girls and showered some others with his pee.  He was very pissed off.
	Thereafter each of the Girls sucked on each of the Boys.  Each Girl having five minutes; after sucking five minutes on the First Boy, she moved on to the second, then the third, and then the fourth.  When the sucking of cocks was done the Girls laid out on the green vinyl seats, held their legs back and were equally serviced by the Boys.  The Boys each having five minutes allotted to lick the Girls’ poons.
	When THAT was done, the Girls remained as they were as now they were to be fucked.  The First Boy got to fuck the First Girl in her pussy.  After five minutes he moved on to the Second Girl whereupon he nailed her in the asshole.  Moving to the Third Girl he returned to humping pussy.  If he should cum, and his cock was unwilling/unable to get hard for the next girl, he returned to licking and sucking, spanking, fondling, and placing his cock into the next Girl’s mouth to get it back to stiffness.  Then he would proceed on until he had finished doinking all the Girls.
	The SECOND Boy fucked the First Girl in the ass.  The Third Boy doinked the First Girl in the twat.  And so on.
	When THAT epic was completed, Darla was taken out by the First Voice and dogged.  He was rough about it, too; spanking her and roughly slamming his cock into her asshole.  When he began cumming he brought her about and fed her his cum spewing soiled schlong.
	She was then handcuffed and laid across the two unfortunate lifeless boys.  He reentered the bus and brought out one of the Girls.  She was dog fucked, too; spanked, and force fed very soiled schlong.  She was not handcuffed after her ordeal, just verbally warned, if she didn’t want to see (or hear) any of the others screaming in extreme pain, she was to sit tight.
	The young girl could actually do nothing more than just that.
	Second Voice took a Girl, laying her out on the backseat rather than taking her out.  He fished out his cock and hammered her.  Not very roughly, but his big cock was more than she could handle regardless.
	All the Girls were poked and/or penetrated in one way or another.  They sucked the cocks of the two strangers, were spanked and peed on, humped furiously, double teamed, filled to the gills.  Then they were all gathered out side while the boys were taken nextly.

	One by one the Boys came out, crying, sniveling, holding their wares and asses, sitting beside the girls until the last boy was brought out.  The ordeal was not quite done.  A rest break for sure was needed.  Both men needed it.  For security’s sake the children were placed in the baggage compartment.  Mark Morris had broken a wrist during his turmoil.  Kathy Emma was virtually out of her mind.  Bo the bus driver, he could go another round!
	First Voice occupied space on the bus, Second Voice checked the doings within the baggage compartment then sat on the decayed hay bale and stared at the two lifeless forms before him.
	He didn’t like it.  No, he didn’t like it all.  In some instances taking a life was necessary, but not this one.  It wasn’t right and he didn’t like it, he didn’t approve.  After this incidence perhaps it would be best the two parted.  It was the one thing August disapproved of and it annoyed him.
	He rested, he realized the time of day and that the bus was overdue and the locals were probably starting to get a might worried.  The local authorities would soon be on the prowl, coming to the last place the bus had been seen…
	He knew he had to dispose of the bodies, that was essential.  He had to get back to Charlotte and the others and make tracks.  He just felt very ill-at-ease with the likes of Gunther Tallywick about.  He was dangerous and unstable.
	Out the backdoor darkness was already descending, encroaching upon the tallest pines.  It was cool out, the buzz of nightly insects beginning.  The area was serene, undisturbed for many years.  A smaller barn was off to one side, falling down.  A wooden natural fence was here, and there, and a little over there.  An old tymy tractor from the 30s.  Milk cans, crates, and a rocked well.
	August strolled over to the well, most of it was caving in on itself, the wooden structure was already gone to the wayside.  It wasn’t very deep, despite the lack of daylight he could see the dirt and wood debris merely some 15feet below.  
	The sound of a helicopter caught his attention, it was far away and on a direct vector to their area.  “Shit!” he bitched.  “Damn!  Fuck!  Shit!” he raced back to the barn, Gunther was out of the bus, he had heard the copter, too.
	Neither said anything, thoughts to their own as they summoned up a needful plan.  “Simple,” said Gunther, “we’ll just leave them all here and scurry on our way.” that was one plan.
	August looked back to the two lifeless forms, then out the back to the rock well.  He picked up the first one, Gunther hefted the second.  They were checked just to make sure, then lowered into the defunct well.  The sound of the helicopter had gone elsewhere.
	“Let’s put ‘em ALL in here.” suggested Gunther.
	“What?” August sparked.  He didn’t like that idea at all.
	“Aye, put them all in and we’ll take the bus elsewhere, leave it, then boogy back to the rest stop.”
	It was going to be cramped in the well, all those naked bodies.  Leaving the bus abandoned somewhere else would throw the authorities off the track.  The abandoned kids/adults might be able to scramble out of the well--but it would be dark and darkness in the woods was something not to be trifled with.  By the time they reached anyone of importance August and Co. would be out of state!
	Sounded like a plan.
	The first to be lowered in was Darla.  August had initially wanted to keep her, as a sort of souvenir, a keepsake.  He had controlled her during the fiasco on the bus and she had preformed marvelously.
	Two girls and two boys followed, then Bo the bus driver, he still had a raging boner.  His handcuffs were kept on, handcuffs were easily obtained at any 2nd hand store, police auction, porno shop.  He was cuffed with hands between his legs.  He broke his leg on the tumble down into the well.
	More boys, more girls, then Ms. Emma, followed by more boys and some girls and then their vice principal.  The adults remained handcuffed, between their legs.  Some debris was cast down upon them, a rotting tarp, timbers, and more debris.
	No lights were switched on on the bus, August used his HeadsUpDisplay Nighttime Visual Aid and eased the bus along, Gunther following behind in his panel truck.  Every so often August would stop and shut the bus down, door open and listening for sounds of other vehicles, helicopters, and anything indicating that there was a search party in progress.
	Lights aplenty could be seen on the highway.  Darkness had come and the lights were multicolored.  A helicopter WAS in the air with its spotlight.  August powered the bus thru the woods, going cross country-like.  It fucked the bus up pretty good, destroyed one of the tires.  At length he came to a loen road, it was narrow and chocked full of boulders and trees.  There was a steep rolling cliff to the driver’s side, a clearing of several hundred yards down into thick forest.
	They drained the gas tank and with the panel truck pushed the boxy yellow bus over the side.  It shot down the clearing tearing up the countryside and finally rolled, tumbled, and collided with the trees.  There was no explosion, but a small fire due to the small amount of gas and the batteries.
	Where the lone road went off to the two Tormenting Bastards had no idea, but they were going to find out--there was no going back the way they had come--it was a trifle “busy.”
	The back country woodsy back road wasn’t more than a country backward backwoodsy trail.  Chocked full of ditches, ruts, boulders, and small canyons.  They crossed the Nile River (sideways) before the tires of the ‘51 found some traction and managed to return to the woods.  It was rough.
	And rougher still was the very narrow road that suddenly emptied out onto a windy curvy switchback road hugging the side of a rocky mountain.  On the driver’s side was a steep cliff that would spell their doom for sure if the already beat up tires should misstep.  The road seemed to meander down to a low valley, there were lights there to be seen, a town/city of some sort, the interstate could be seen not far away.
	It was slow going, they paused every now and then to check the road, push a boulder out of the way, work around a small landslide, and forge another river.  The road spilt and it was unclear which fork went to the Valley and the other went on to God only knows.
	They flipped for it and chose the Left.
	They shoulda chosen the Right.
	Five miles along the still narrow road, but no long as curvy as previously, the road straightened out and returned them to the deep woods.  The road became more stable and less rugged.  A typical dirt road to unknown destinations in deep woods.
	Ten long miles later and the road spilt yet again.
	They continued Left.
	Five miles later an oil light flickered on the dash.  They also got a flat tire and the water temperature exceeded the limits of registering.  Major problems.
	August tapped his fingers together, it was a sign.  They should have not engaged in the bus activities.  Charlotte was going to be pissed, pissed and worried.  August felt badly about leaving her in such a state, no communications with her to let her know all was well--and none to him to let him know the crew’s status!
	There was really no use in trying to affix repairs to the disabled truck until daylight--which was hours and hours away.  They contented themselves by watching the Video tape of their recent doings.  Mid way thru (when Darla began fondling the Boys) August caught wind of something.
	Voices.
	He became quite alert, Gunther shut off the machine and darkened the interior of the truck.  Then he too caught something, on the air.  Smoke.
              
	They followed their noses and senses (curiosity) until coming upon an encampment.  There was a small mess of chit’lins about a campfire, as many as three adults (one was a woman.)  August and Gunther hid in the bushes looking over the group, assessing this and musing over that.
	One of their musings took precedent as one of the young cowpokes slipped up and left the group, making her way through the rough surrounding them.  Using his Ultra Senses August could see her plainly, she was dressed in light colored jeans, boots, a “cow-colored” vest, light colored shirt and a denim jacket.  A cowboy hat covered her lovely young noggin, a sweet girl all of about 11 years young.
	Carefully she chose her “place”, looked back to the campsite where the others were singing and carrying on.  She undone her jeans and squatted.  August peered and observed her as she peed, farted, and passed a nice healthy loaf.  She made faces as the funk of his pooping annoyed and displeased her.  She bit her lip and finished the deed, then proceeded with the final task of “cleaning.”
	She was cute.  Not quite a “rounded” face, dark brown hair in pigtails just to her shoulders.  A flat face, great smile, nice ass.  She stood and pulled her clothes up and August zapped her.
	Very carefully and stealthfully August and Gunny crept up to her and took her in a little more tenderly.  August copped a nice feel of her ass, dragging a finger up her dainty virgin quim--Gunther hauled out his aching cock and took the girl’s hand to it.
	Both men kissed her, tongues in the mouth.  Gunther put his hand up her shirt and fondled her nipples, she was a very earlier “A” cup kind of girl.  All of her clothes were soon removed, August rubbed his severely aching schlong all over her, Gunther bent her down and placed his cock into her mouth, moving her head back and forth.  August stepped behind her, spit on her virgin crap chute and plugged the hole.
	She was creamed moments later.
	
	“Sara?” called out a voice, the lone woman.  She had come to the fire light’s edge.  “Sara, are you okay?”
	“It’s probably all those BEANS we had for supper!” snickered one of the boys, subsequently followed by a small round of imitated farts.  The lads were scolded by the two adult men, but they were snickering too.
	The woman came into the woods.
	No one noticed them “missing” for several minutes, the remaining group continued to sing and make merry.  Then, one by one their voice fell silent--replaced by “Oh shit!” and “Oh my God!” as well as “Son-of-a-bitch!” and “Holy smokes!”
	Their outburst of exclaim was replaced quickly with disdain--shock, awe, dismay, and WOW as the woman (Rebecca Howzer) and Sara Gaughter waltzed out of the darkened woods--butt bare assed naked!
	A minute at least was used to ogle the two fine lovelies, then the two men of the group came alert and aware and stood.  They began to say something, do something--but were interrupted by an Unknown Unseen “force.”
	There were five boys and three (more) girls.  All 10-12 years young.  All on a woodsy campout.  All unawares of the dangers lurking about the usually calm unexciting woods.
	None of the campers could move, not on their own leastways.  They tried, when they tried and tried too hard they received pain, pain and affliction.  They could only obey, obey and comply.
	The young campers all kept to their seats--perched on logs, small boulders, or simply cross-legged on the ground.  They all watched as the two adult men of the group began undressing.  Ms. Howzer and Sara came further into the camp light, standing by the tents--neither said word one or made any motions (or emotions.)  Some of the campers looked to the two, then rest looked to the two undressing adult men.
	Once nude the two men sat down on their carved log, legs open.  They were “aware” of what was going on, just unable to do anything about it (without being physically & mentally tortured in some way.)  The young campers were the same.
	Sara strolled up to the two men.  Both men tried hard to keep their eyes just on Sara’s eyes, her pretty face.  But they did look her up and down.  Camp Master Ed slowly began to get a “rise” out of his schlong.  He tried to move his hands to conceal his erection, but couldn’t.
	Camp Master James managed to close his eyes, but suddenly opened them when he felt immense pain and discomfort, he looked upon Sara’s lovely nude body and verbally said, “Yes.”
	(the unknown Question was:  If you could get away with having sex with Sara, would you?)
	Suddenly one of the other Girls stood.  Long straight blond hair, blue eyes, very well rounded face, incredibly cute, ten-ish years old, perfectly shaped butt, nicely dressed in woodsy clothing, melted marshmallows drying on the corners of her mouth and on her chin.  She stood and approached Camp Master Ed.  She seemed nervous, timid, and trying desperately to conceal her nudity.  CM Ed tried, too.
	Slowly Jenny began to undress herself.  Her emotional outbursts were nipped and nullified, but she still trembled and shook as she peeled out of her clothing.  All eyes were upon her as she stripped to her underwear.  She wore a trainer as she had a bit of a chest, AAA cup, but a chest just the same.
	She stood in her pink underwear, clenching her ass and fist.  Camp Master Ed stared at her struggling very hard to keep his cock from erecting.  He failed.  ‘specially when after a full minute Jenny began lowering her panties.
	Sara came to her knees in between Camper Master James’ knees.  His manly cock was massively hard.  On trembling lips she muttered “No!”  The question being (Have you ever seen a Man’s cock before?)  She was alarmed and shocked.  She answered “Yes” though when asked (silently) if she had ever seen a Boy’s cock.  When probed further she admitted to “spying on boys when they peed.”
	She also watched them when they “played” with themselves.
	She HAD seen her father nude a few times, and as recently as a couple of weeks past, but it was no big deal.  August probed more; he, too, had seen HER equally naked--but they had a good relationship and she was not being sexually abused or molested.
	She DID fart, she DID masturbated to please her self now and then, but was not adamant about it.  She had kissed a boy and been kissed.  Nothing more.
	To everyone’s surprise, especially Sara and James, Sara reached out her hand and gripped the man’s cock.  She held it firmly for a moment, shivering uncontrollably in fright and fear.  Then she began to stroke it, slowly.  She then pulled it tight at the base of the cock and with the other hand she cupped the hairy testicles and lowered her head down.
	“OH MY GOD!” uttered James Hokell-38.  He stretched back and seriously fought to break free of the unseen force forcing him to comply.  It wore him out and he was unable to resist.  The temptation level began to rise, submission, too.  He flexed his ass (on his own) and greeted the young girl’s mouth.
	Camp Master Rebecca Howzer-36 watched in horror as James’ cock disappeared into Sara’s mouth.  She watched in horror and dismay as Jenny lay out on the ground before CM Ed, her panties at her ankles, knees up, legs open, and fingering herself into sexual hysteria.
	Another girl slowly stood up.  She had wet herself during the beginning of the horror experience.  She was one of the oldest girls present, very frightened and horrorified.  Slowly she stripped down to her Birthday Suit.  She moved timidly in baby steps to where Jenny lay still fingering herself.  Ed’s cock was as stiff as it was going to get, the tip of his prong glistening with pre-cum (in anticipation.)  His hands gripped hard the log seat he sat on, staring directly (on his own) to the nude girls, lusting heavily.
	Teri came, sniveling, trembling, shaking.  She stood straddling Jenny’s head.  Teri was the only girl with a nice pube patch concealing her pussy.  Only Sara and one other eleven year old had a bit of covering.  Teri squatted down, being forced into place by the Unseen Force.  She bit her lip so hard it began to bleed.  Beside her Sara began to retch and gag as Camp Master James was cumming off into her mouth.
	Teri’s furry unmolested snatch came to rest on Jenny’s face.  Seconds later Teri’s eyes bulged even more as Jenny’s tongue began licking her.  Teri herself had to go down and lick out Jenny’s cunt.
	Sara indeed retched and gagged and very nearly vomited.  She managed to hold back doing that, but the taste of “spunk” was most unappealing.  Her eyes had watered and she was “allowed” to sit back and recover.  Camp Master James reeled in the experience.  His cock jutted, cum still spitting from the piss slit, his cock slowly limping out but not dying.  Sara had to re-grip the cock, fondle the testicles and mastubate him.
	
	One by one the Boys, Joseph, Taylor, Tray, Robert, and Wayne stood and undressed themselves.  All the lads had boners going.  All were nice looking lads, the youngest ten with the oldest 12.  Blond, red, dark, brown, and another blond.  Short, kinda tall for his age, slender, geeky, long limbs, all with wondrous asses.
	They all stood shoulder to shoulder with their boners raging before them.  Lightly each boy was allowed to fondle himself.  Lightly each boy was probed for information.  The “Question” was unheard to the others of the encampment, but the Answer was verbally heard.
	Only one of the boys was receiving cock (in the ass.)  Two boys were experienting (with someone else not in the group) with cock sucking.  All but one of the boys were steady on into handling themselves for sexual pleasure.  One boy was humping his little sister.  Three boys had hardons for their older sister with one of the three desiring a shag with their mother.  All five of the boys desired to see the girls they were with naked, peeing, fingering themselves, bathing, and even pooping.  Three of the boys would LOVE to fuck Camp Master Rebecca.
	With no one knowing what the “Questions” were, the campers were all just merely confused with the “YES” and “NO’s”  the rest of the privy info August merely gleaned from the Subject’s mind.

	Sara crawled up onto James’ lap, James held her dainty darling young tender ass with one hand, his other hand guided his cock to her pussy.  Not into her, put gliding the cock about her virgin entrance, poking her corn hole, and humping her until his cock had indeed returned to full strength.
	Ed was close to shooting a massive wad, eleven year old Zena had stripped off her clothing and was sucking on camper Joey’s cock, fondling his balls, rubbing his ass, and bringing him to a quick orgasm.  Zena knew how to give head, she was doing so to her brother and father already.
	After having her mouth filled to capacity with Joseph’s sperm, the young girl swallowed, sucked on the boy’s balls, sucked on his limping out cock a little more, then scooted on her knees to the next hard cock.  
	Teri scooted off of Jenny and onto Ed’s lap.  Like James, Ed cupped the girl’s ass with one hand and glided his cock against her dainty quim with the other.  Rebbecca finally moved, she had been hard to control.  She moved to the oppostie end of the standing boys, Zena sucking nicely on ten year old Taylor’s cock.  At the end of the line was eleven year old Wayne.  He was totally blitzed, he lusted for his mother and sister, and virtually every girl he knew--no matter what age.  
	Very reluctantly Rebecca came to her knees.  She fondled young Wayne’s balls, caressed his ass, and pressed her bare breasts into his face.  The boy semi-reluctantly latched onto the nipples (one at a time) and sucked them until he felt the stirrings of orgasm in his cock.  Rebecca then was strongly coerced to “go down” on him and suck him off.
	All the boys had been sucked on.  Sara’s young virgin quim had been breached, as had Teri’s.  Rebecca after sucking on each of the boys used the girls’ own panties to clean their broken cunnies.  The two men had their own underwear as well clean themselves off.
	Rebecca sucked the two men, dear-dear friends and associates.  The three of them took children from their city and gave them the outdoors experience.  This was a little more than expected.  Rebecca sat on James’ lap, guiding his prong herself into her cunny and humping him.  It was a good hump, lasting several minutes (two minutes past the five minute mark.)  James and Rebecca experienced a shared orgasm.
	In a remarkable feat of gymnastic abilities--Rebecca sat on Ed’s lap, then lowered her torso DOWN, arms out behind her for support.  THEN, her pelvis area moved up so as her cum laden snatch was in Ed’s face, her legs drapped over his shoulders.  Ed Wattman was then prompted strongly to “clean” Rebecca’s cunt.
	Cocksucking Master Zena got the unpleasant task of slurping clean Mr. Hokell’s cock.

	Jenny was in tears as she gripped Master Wattman’s cock, she fondled his balls and then scrunched up into him.  He fondled her ass, squeezed it and then diddled her hole.  When pre-cum soiled the tip of his cock, young Jenny diddled her fingers and then her tongue to it.  Pulling the skin tight on the cock to the base she engulfed the cock head and sucked.  
	Ed tried his damndest to stem the tide of orgasm; but the simple fact of all the nudity, all the ridiculous outlanding sexual depravity--it couldn’t be helped.  He was merely human for goodness sakes!
	Jenny retched and spat the salty sticky goo back out onto the man’s schlong.  Ed rubbed his cum spurter onto the girl’s face, masturbating to get all the baby making liquid onto her pretty skin.  When done he hugged her and pulled her up onto his lap.  They kissed.  His dying dick was rubbed against her pussy, then he fingered her.
	Meanwhile, Rebecca Howzer, wife--mother of three, teacher, on her second marriage as well as mortgage, lay on the ground by the campfire being hammered by eleven year old Tray Beaks.
	With her hands on her knees, blubbering and in total disbeleif, twelve year old Teri received Camp Master James Hokell’s cock into her bum hole.  The man gripped her hips and plowed his way into her very virginal corn hole.  The discomfort level was high, there was little pleasure in this route.
	James had the only pleasure--a hole was a hole was a hole--to fill and cum in.  He himself had only small minor desires to fuck the girls of his group.  He had seen them peeing, changing clothes, and was mildly aware of a couple of the girls friggin’ themselves and desiring to be more than friendly with him.  (but to actually do so was ludicrous.)
	He didn’t understand or know what to make of the strrange unique “force” that was propelling them all to participate in such depravity.  He would have been contented to bag Rebecca.  Sexual involvement with the kids was too much.
	But he came in Teri’s hole just the same.

	Rebecca soon came to be on her knees, between her friend and associate and fellow Camp Master Ed Wattman.  He was her husband’s friend and an all around good egg.  She had no sexual thoughts towards him, nor to anyone but her hubby.  She didn’t understand the “force” that was forcing her into such a diabolical act.  Her mouth came to Ed’s dick, her hands cupping his balls and tugging his cock taut.
	Behind her twelve year old Joey plowed into her backdoor.  His young testicles slapping as he worked feverishly to cum quickly and get out.  On the ground beside her young Taylor Tokata-10, lay on his back with Sara straddling him fully engaged in sex.  Beside them lay Zena on her side with eleven year old Tray pounding away in her ass and ten year old Robert humping madly at her quim.
	The night was madness, madness.  The girls--the boys, all engaged in deplorable immoral acts--with each other as well as the three adults.  The boys all took turns banging into Rebecca’s cunt, mouth, between her titties, and up her ass.  Every position imaginable--well, five of the most famous anyways.
	The girls sucked on the boys and the two men.  The girls occupied the mens’ lap and were well fucked.  The men did try (or at least the gave the perception of) not enjoying the actions they were forced to commit.
	The boys had to handle one another, fondling one another as well as “whistling on the skin.”  The boys whole heartedly were not into that rot, nor where they into spreading their cheeks and receiving schlong from their fellow campers.
	The men did not butt bang the boys, just fondle the lads and rub on them, but not anal penetration.  As a finale Rebecca was double penetrated by the two men.  Both men got a choice of what hole they wanted to fill in the four girls--pussy, mouth, or ass.  Neither man wanted to submit but didn’t have a choice.
	“Complete the deed as requested and this nightmare will cease.” they were told by the Unseen Force.
	“Who are you?” blurted James.
	“I am--an Entity.” spoke the Voice to his mind.
	“Entity?”
	“Aye, a sexually depraved one.”
	James tried to reason with the Entity, everyone else in the group looked to James as if he were crazy--he was talking to himself.
	“You might as well fulfill my final desire, you’ve already soiled yourself into them already.”
	But James wanted to argue and bitch and stop the insane insanity.
	So the group watched as James withered on the ground, arms and legs flailing madly.  He shriveled up in some pain and major discomfort.
	“Now, now--was that bitching to me worth it?  I can make it worse, much worse.  And if you still persist in resisting me and not completing the task assigned, I shall go on to one of the others.”
	James got the message.  “Fucker!” he bitched.
	August let that go.  James had the right to be crass.
	James put his cock into Teri’s pussy.  He had already been in her asshole, she had sucked him, he had humped her chest and shot a wad of juice onto her chin.  She was upset and disturbed by the horrendous doings, but was seemingly capable of maintaining a sense of calm anyways.
	Teri met his dark eyes, her nostrils flared, her pussy and asshole were quite sore and aching as it were, James’ cock was in extreme discomfort.  Lightly Teri stroked the organ, fondling it.  Then, on her own, she went down and sucked him until he was stiff enough.  In a quasi manner she understood the mens dilemma:  there WAS an unseen force putting them all into doing the narly things they wouldn’t normally do.  It wasn’t the Masters’ doing, it was some force in the woods.
	James’ cock surged to full strength.  It was gamey and soiled, but she sucked it and brought it to life.  She then laid down on her back, opened her legs, fingered her pussy and helped guide him into her sex.
	Sara grunted and held her breath as Camp Master Ed entered her from behind.  She felt every inch of his manly prick sliding into her poop chute.  He had already been into her mouth and pussy, cumming in both places.  He had fondled her, fingered, kissed, and peed on her.  All the boys had fucked her assholes, Joey and Tray had been in her pussy and she had sucked on all the boys’ cock and their balls.
	She felt Ed humping her good, straining to get his “nut.”  His big hands gripped her nude hips and held on, her knees were getting skint up on the hard packed campsite ground.  She felt an odd tingling between her legs, she closed her eyes watching as Rebecca lay with Wayne Hootnam humping her before her.
	The ordeal was complete.  It was midnight, the fire was nearly out.  Owls and a lone coyote called out into the bleak night.  The campers were placed in their tents:  Ed and James sandwiching Rebecca, they were tied together in manner of which would have them being even more embarrassed than they already were.
	In the Boys tent Sara was sandwiched with Taylor and Tray.  Jenny beside them with Robert and Joseph tied to her.  In the Girls tent Teri 69ed Zena with Joey and Wayne 69ing one another beside them.  All were tied securely together.
	The Entity left them thereafter.

                                                       ********

	“You alright?”
	There was no answer.  He was blind.  He could barely hear, hardly walk.  He had been drained and then some.  There was only horrendous PAIN seething throughout his body,  He heaved, retched, and felt as if a million tiny pin pricks were pricking him.  Even his teeth and hair hurt!
	Gunther practically carried him back to the panel.  He spent the rest of the night caring for “the Entity.”  Gunther was pissed that he hadn’t been able to video tape the debacle of the Campers, that would have been worth some serious money.  But he DID have the video of Bus 124!
	He changed a tire and applied some weld medication to the damaged oil pan, other minor problems of the ‘51 Panel would have to wait, they weren’t absolutely necessary for vehicle operation.  August was deathly ill.
	The trek down the mountain was just that, DOWN THE MOUNTAIN.  It wasn‘t a fun trip; twice the once wondrous red ribbon winning show truck tipped up on two wheels and was very close to rolling.  Both wing mirrors were broken, side passenger window broken, and we won’t discuss the knicks and dings and scratches.
	By noon of the second day they rolled out of the mountainous area and onto a dirt back road.  It was well used and traveled.  Gunther still had worries about August, he had gone into some sort of coma.  A service station came to be, a back country woodsy town was about, Gunther got the necessary repairs done unto his ride, got some supplies, a map, listened to the latest gossip--none about the Campers but plenty about Bus 124.
	All the roads were blocked, National Guard were about, the Feds, three other police agencies--it was big.  Gunther would have to sit out until August got better, he couldn’t run a roadblock, he couldn’t bluff his way thru hordes of authorities; they want to search the truck’s cargo area that was closed off to their sight:  they see the sick man, the video camera, the thrashed interior, and if there were any DOGS about--the dogs would surely nut up.
	He got friendly with the service station man, made friends with the pig farmer, and fucked the farmer’s 16 yr old daughter.  This all led to Gunther taking the service station tow truck and going out on a few runs.  He made it a point to hit the interstate and boogy to the reststop where Charlotte was in a dire panic.
	Trouble hadn’t come to them, but close counts.  She was sure the nosey Feds and other authorities figures would keep in mind all the kids they had seen, and soon make a connection about the “missing.”  Charlotte returned with Gunther, toting the Device along too.  August was in a bad-bad way, he seemed near death.  This was not good.
	Charlotte knew he and Gunther were responsible for the Bus incident, but nothing more.  August was feverish at times, then very cold and clammy.  She held his hands and late late one evening she got a message:
	“Help me.”
	“August?” she looked to him, he was cold, naked, sweating, and very very still.  “What do I do?  What can I do?”
	“I-I can’t see, I’m somewhere else.”
	“Where?”
	“Ahem!  I can’t see, I think I need the Device.”
	Charlotte sat there for a moment.  “Sooooo, how am I supposed to get it to you?”
	There was a pause.
	“Hold the Device to you, hold tight.  Then lay down beside my body and go to sleep.”
	Charlotte stared at him, cocking her head.  “Huh?”
	“Just do it, I-I think it will work.”
	“What will?  I-I don’t understand.”
	“Me neither, but-but don’t argue, just do.”
	“Okay.”
	Oh brother.  I know it sounds hokey (and is) but the REAL adventure of August Moone has just begun.  You don’t wanna miss this folks!!!