August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 2
A Trip to Remember

	He was right, it WAS a tower.  It became clearer as they came around the hill and to a more flat area of the forest.  There was a clearing and the only structure around as far as they could see.
	A tower.  A single castle-like tower stretching up some 100 feet or so.  No doors seemed to be about the thing, just a single window way up at the top.  
	“How odd.” said Alice.
	“Can you see it?” Hunter asked.  (she was supposed to be blind)
	“I suppose I can.” she replied.
	“Oh?  Can-can you see me, the forest?”
	Alice looked to him, her face was curiously askew, she looked all around her, then shook her head.  “No, only the tower.”
	Hunter chanced it and stepped up to the tower, he knocked.  Seemed like the thing to do.  “Hello?  Hello, anyone home?”
	No one answered his call.  He wrinkled his nose then turned and leaned against the cold natural stones.  He stared at Alice, she WAS pretty, pretty naked!  He liked looking at her, it helped push away just how hungry he was.
	Suddenly the both of them smelt something.  Something good!  FOOD!
	Both children licked their lips and looked all about.
	“Where is it coming from?” Alice quipped.
	“I don’t know but we’re going to find out, come on!” and with that he grabbed her hand and practically pulled her along in a maddening search of sustenance.

	A house.  A house there be.  Made of wood and brick, there was a chimney with puffs of smoke billowing out of it.  A garden on one side, a wash line out behind, flowers and roses here and there; a quaint abode.
	Hunter checked the wash; sheets.  No clothes.  He wondered how the occupant of the house would feel with he and Alice waltzing up butt bare assed naked!?  Could Hunter propose some lame ass story?  Or would it matter? 
	 “Stay here.” Hunter said at length, “I’m going to go check out this house.”
	Alice nodded that she would do so.  Hunter hugged the ground and scurried to the side of the house where there was a window.  He could feel some heat from the brick chimney, wondrous smells came wafting from the house, none of which his hungry mind could determine what they were.
	He peeked thru the window.
	It was a kitchen.  A quaint well kept kitchen with FOOD on the table, he didn’t recognize most of it, but there was an apple pie fresh from the oven, a pitcher of milk, corn-on-the-cob, something steaming in a roaster.
	There didn’t seem to be anyone about, though.  Hunter looked, peered, listened, and thought casually they may be in the shitter.  An outhouse building was out back.  Carefully, nakedly, he made his way around, he paused at the backdoor and thought about knocking.
	He heard the distinct faint sounds of noise.  He couldn’t rightly figure it and kept his shoulder along the wall going along to where he thought a bedroom should be.  He checked by looking at the outhouse, its door was partially askew and no one was within.
	He found the bedroom window, it had a curtain but there was a part in the middle allowing him viewing access to the inside.
	Inside was an antique iron bed, antique nightstands, antique furnishings of the Victorian-era, and …
	And on the bed a young girl about ten or so lay strapped down, arms and legs spread out and tied to the iron bed.  She was naked, the bed covers were all over the floor.  Hunter saw some movement of someone else in the room, his heart beat fast and then he was blown away as who/what did appear but a wolf!
	A wolf who STOOD, upright, like a man, a human.  HE was naked, too! He had a huge cock and swinging balls, he was a dirty brown thing, chewing on a piece of straw, cum dripping from his cock.  
	The girl on the bed was crying, twisting and ranting.
	Hunter saw on the piled covers on the floor what looked to be like a cloak of some kind, a RED cloak!

	He turned and looked to the outhouse, there was a woodpile nearby, and an axe in a hunk of wood.  A red cloak.  A tower.  A wolf.  Alice!  Something was weird here, something really fucking weird.  He shook his head and let out some cooped up breath, then turned and looked to see what was happening.
	The little girl on the bed was getting fucked.
	Hunter watched for a moment, then turned away.  He mulled, he thought, he contemplated.  The lure of hunger, though, kept him planted.  What ELSE could he do?  His asshole clenched, recalling faintly being buggered by Gunther, being whipped and burned and spanked and fucked by Gunther.  No way in hell was he going to go thru that with the Big Bad Wolf!
	Inside, the Wolf had pulled out of the young girl’s body and was jerking off, cumming all over her chest and face.  He seemed very pleased and relieved.  He unloaded all his animal spunk then crawled off of the girl.  He stood scratching his balls, cum dripping from his cock.  Hunter heard something, sounded like a voice from another room.  Big Bad popped his knuckles and neck, stroked his wolf bone, wagged his tail and lopped off.
	Hunter didn’t know what to do.
	This was beyond him.
	Very carefully he moved back along the wall, coming to the backdoor he peered in thru the screen; here he saw an old lady, a grandma type person, lashed to a table in the hall, she was naked.  Big Bad came up behind her and put himself into her.  He latched onto her hips and began pegging her butt but good!
	Hunter was mesmerized, captivated.  His heart pounded more and he felt the stirrings in his feet, “we want to run.” it seemed like a good idea.
	Big Bad “finished” with the grandma, then began spanking her hynie with his cock.  She lashed out at him, trying to kick.  She DID manage to step on his foot.  Big Bad howled and roughly ripped the old lady from the table, dragging her into another room.
	There was quite the commotion.  Hunter zoomed.

	They found a trail.  Alice whined.  They found a creek, Alice drank.  They found a tower, Alice whined, Hunter “oh no.” by the looks of it it was the SAME tower.  He had had the feeling that they were traipsing off AWAY from the house of Little Red Riding Hood, but lo they were not.  Apparently.
	Hunter tried again.
	He got to watch Alice as she squatted to pee.  She complained of walking too much, her feet hurt.  Hunter jerked off in front of while she whizzed.  Then, he from the purple pouch he sprinkled the Pixie Dust, Wonderful Stuff!
	Into her mouth he pushed his cock, she didn’t “latch” on like a normal cocksucking girl would do, but close counts.  He brought her head back and forth along his shaft, then he rubbed his aching prong all over her sweet angelic prim & proper face.
	From there he laid her out on the ground, opening her legs and dragging his tongue to her snatch.  She had freshly peed and the “taste” of her muffin was salty and uriney.  When he could stand it no long of holding off he inserted his cock and fucked her.

	The tower came in sight three more times.  Alice was fucked three more times, once in the ass.  Each time Hunter took his time, his pleasure in doinking her.  The sensation of laying her, he took the time to admire her and enjoy screwing her.
	Dusk was coming, black birds began to ascend to the tops of the trees.  Hunter didn’t like them and wondered if he could find the hollow tree again.
	He found the tower again, the fourth time.
	Pissed off he dramatically stomped along the trail until returning to the house of Little Red Ridding Hood’s grandma.  All was dark and quiet.  Again he cautioned Alice to remain in the bushes whilst he check it out.
	The only light came from the fireplace in the kitchen.  Night was settling fast.  Suddenly, just as he came to go around the corner to the front door, Big Bad lumbered out, pulling up some clothes that were bagging and well worn.  There was a stench that was repulsive and Hunter thought he would hurl.
	The Wolf was dragging along something, a body.
	Hunter froze.  This was bad.  This was very bad.
	It was the grandma.  

	Big Bad had been gone some several minutes when Hunter summoned up his courage and fetched Alice.  He locked the doors and placed a chair under their knobs.  Of course, if the wolf really, really, really wanted in he could just as easily break a window or BLOW THE HOUSE DOWN!
	Amazingly the hot apple pie was still hot.  There were cookies, fresh bread, the milk, raw apples, and something that was something like a roast beef in the roasting pan.  It had potatoes and carrots, onions and celery.  Hunter and Alice pigged out.  (lol!)
	After their meal they moved cautiously to the living room directly across from the kitchen.  It was all one big front room, with a bedroom and a sewing room occupying the rest.
	Hunter started a fresh fire in the living room chimney, Alice settled down and Hunter checked the windows.  No sign of Big Bad.  He paused for a bit and took note to see if whether or not there were any “weapons” about.
	There were none.  He then remembered the hatchet/axe out back.
	He made his way down the short hall to the backdoor, pausing to look into the open bedroom where he heard a sniveling sound.  Surprisingly the little naked girl was still alive.  Timidly Hunter stepped inside.  Bedding and clothing were all ripped to pieces.  Little Red was still very well lashed to the bed, her ankles and wrists rubbed raw.
	Hunter didn’t know what to do, or say.
	As he moved closer he her the girl murmuring.
	At first he couldn’t make out the words.  But as he drew closer, he was shocked to hear, 
	“Oh, oh, fuck me Mr. Big Bad, fuck me hard!”
	She seemed delirious, but still.
	Hunter gulped and almost gave himself away.
	The darkness continued to ascend, but Hunter could just see Little Red moving her pelvis up and down, moaning.  “Do me, Big Bad, do me oh please do me some more!”
	‘Dang girl!’ Hunter didn’t know what to take of it.  If anything.
	He knew that his cock was hard.
	It was hard and aching, too much fucking.  (too much FUCKING!  Naw, there’s NEVER enough fucking!!!)
	Slowly he came to the side of the bed.  The young girl twisted, she had peed some, he could smell it.  She began to bounce terrifically in the bed, begging to be fucked.
	Hunter obliged.
	He could smell, too, the faint lingering odor of--wolf.
	Little Red knew instantly that it was not her animal lover.
	“Who are you!?” she shrieked.
	Hunter almost replied, but didn’t.
	“You’re not Big Bad!”
	‘How can you tell?’ then, ‘Oh.’ realizing that his cock was no match for Wolfies.
	Despite her taking on Big Bad’s big dick, Hunter found doinking the young girl pleasurable enough.  He lay into her and began a steady bout of pumping.  He lay on her and the girl continued to demand to know who the fuck he was!
	Hunter remained quiet.  He could SEE her, her facial features, he was sure she could see him.  She had fluttering eyes but it was too dark to tell the exact color, but he suspected green or something like.s
	The “sensation” he desired mostly came and he did, cum.  A lot.  A flurry load of spunk filled the young girl’s crevice.  His own eyes fluttered and he wondered if Big Bad was tagging her in the ass?
	His energy reserves were at an all time low, he lay on the girl, panting and still cumming.  He got a cussing from the young girl, he at length left her and fetched the axe.  Alice was asleep curled up by the fire.  Hunter checked the doors and windows, then settled down with his back to the wall, watching the door.

                                                   *****
	
	There were few things that frightened him, very few things.  He was not afraid of pain, either.  He enjoyed dishing out as much pain and anguish, discomfort, and agony as possible.  It was orgasmic in nature, equally so when on the receiving end.  
	But there WERE some things that did frighten him, one of which was heights.  Great heights.  He couldn’t shake it and didn’t care for it.  He didn’t mind being buried, in a coffin.  He didn’t mind having chains wrapped about his ankles shoved off the end of a lake pier.  He didn’t mind being relentlessly spanked, or having his genitals zapped by electricity.  He didn’t mind a lot of things, except for great heights.
	His knees clung to the flying mount tightly, his eyes closed equally tight.  In his ears he heard the great flapping of the wings and the wind soaring by.  His mouth was dry, his body frigid by the high flying altitude.
	After satisfying Galadrieal to her content--September conveyed to her that he desired to return from whence he came.  Galadrieal had noted that he was not from this place but from some OTHER place.  September concurred and Galadrieal knew of only way from him to find his way home.
	“They are an odd group of creatures,” she remarked, “hairy, fastidious, keep to themselves and export a strange commodity they usually keep mostly for themselves.”
	“Who?”
	“Hobbits.” 
	On the outer area of some lush rolling hills of deep-deep green Galadrieal settled.  September remained tightly clutched to her for several minutes, slowly unleashing his grip.  Galadrieal was patient, she munched some grass, took a healthy dump, moved about listlessly, and waited for her rider to dismount.
	When he did he merely slipped off to the ground.  He never wanted to do that again.
	He lay still for a bit, Galadrieal came and straddled him, her legs spread wide and then she began to shower him with her pee.  And there was a LOT of it, too.
	September was pressed into fucking Galadrieal, while she was in horsey form.  September obliged her, she certainly could not receive any pleasure from his inadequate human cock, but he humped her pussy just the same.  He brought up images of pussy that was good for him, inflicting pain, receiving pain, and all those things that were orgasmically pleasing to him, and in this manner he managed to unload into her deep crevice.
	Thereafter she transformed into human form.  She was a vixen, not the animal, human kind.  She mounted him, grinding her hot sex onto his, tweaking his nipples and peeing on him some more.  She humped madly and then turned about to sit on his face while devouring his young teenage prick.
	September clutched at her naked ass, digging his fingers into her hole and nipping at the folds of her cunny.  Galadrieal slurped up his cock and balls, engulfing them fully and sucking him hard so hard he thought she was literally going to suck his genitals off of his body!

	He was warned of the Shadow People.  She walked beside him a ways between the hills, in unicorn-Pegasus form.  September had weak legs and he needed to lay down.  He was also hungry and would like a nice long sleep.
	They came to where he could see structures, the roofs of structures apparently buried in the ground.  Rock fences, wisps of smoke, and was that the strong hint smell of … marijuana!?
	He stood still for a moment.  Waiting.  The Shadow People were something of guardians to the hobbit land.  Galadrieal had been most mysterious about speaking much about them, other than that were not to be trifled with.
	At length Galadrieal nudged him in the ass with her horn.  September took a few steps forward and soon was in the middle of hobbtion.
	He made quick the determination that the hobbits lived underground.  There were no “homes” above ground, just mounds with round doors.  Some doors were metal, others were wooden.  Most were painted with etchings of whose home it was.
	Each mound had a chimney, some had two.  There were above ground structures, for corralling ponies, tools, sacks and sacks and sacks of something or another, more tools, carts, shays, and all manners of running a small humble shire.	
	Some of the furry folk came out to give him a stare.
	September shrugged and stood with hands on his hips.  He reeked.  He stunk.  He stank.  His cock hung low and he was a sight to behold.  He so noted, though, the glassy-look in the eyes of some of the hobbits, there were few females and mostly males.  How old any of them were September had no idea.  They all had like-like resemblances, small round faces and lots of hair.
	They greeted him warmly, though.  “Yer the second human to come our way!” spoke one.  September was curious, could it be someone he knew?  They took him by the hand and led him to a large round door into one of the larger mounds.
	Down a short tunnel that was lined with rugs and tapestries.  The scent of marijuana was heavy, September thought he would get high just by the lingering smoke.
	There were many rooms from the central meeting hall.
	He smelled cookies, there was tea, wine, fudge, popcorn, and marijuana plants growing in wooden boxes and vases all over the place.  All the “rooms” were open, no doors or anything of the like.
	In one of the rooms was his sister, Wendsy.  
	Wendsy didn’t often show emotion, occasionally.  This was one such occasion.  She almost (almost) ran to her brother.  Stopped herself short and politely strolled to him.  
	September was hard pressed not to run to her, he as well seldom offered emotions, except during sex.
	They two hugged and held one another for more time than they had ever done so before.
	“Any sign of Hunter?” Wendsy asked (hopefully.)
	September shook his head.  Wendsy’s eyes welled up but she shed no tears.  She nodded and hugged her brother some more.
	Then, “Phew!” she got a strong whiff of his odor.
	She herself did not smell so sweet, but at least she was not reeking.
	The hobbits were gracious hosts and provided both humans a nice hot bath.  The “bath”room was wide open and oddly there was an audience, some hobbits even came in and watched!  Wendsy and September were not bothered, they were well used to their being naked and being observed.
	But it was odd.
	The two shared a bath and bathed one another.  Neither spoke of their adventure.  They only passed tidbits of information via their own special telepathic knack, but much of the details about their exploits were unavailable.  September mostly scurried away those images of him shagging Galadrieal, especially when she was shagging HIM in the ass with her horn!
	It was so noted that at length September was noticed to have a raging rail on.  Wendsy so noted that several of the male hobbits were eyeing it.  At first she thought that they might be living up to their description--queer.  But then, she determined that they were merely “comparing.”  their own schlongs were rather small, dinky, inadequate.
	The males were also observing Wendsy’s smooth hairless nude body.
	And it was so noted that there were not a heck of a lot of females in the group.  The wide open open-door to the bathroom, a room containing merely that, a bath-tub, was filling with onlookers.  September was getting a little uncomfortable.
	Until Wendsy hugged him again.  While he was distracted by her hug she groped for his dong.  There was a hush among the crowded onlookers.  From groping to sucking; Wendsy dropped to her knees and admired her brother’s schlong.  She kept the reasoning to herself, though it was hard to do due to the recent experiences with Azmodeus’ well hung horse cock!
	Her pussy tingled at the thought of the centaur.  She trembled all over and a flood of sexual memories invaded her.  Her nipples became pert and she began to gush.  To push back those narly twisted images she engulfed September’s cock, sucking just on the head--just the way he liked.
	The crowd of hobbits increased, mostly males; and most of them were sprouting serious boners!
	Wendsy worked her brother’s cock into her mouth, squeezing his balls with one hand, caressing his ass with the other.  All eyes of the onlookers watched intently scarcely any one of the breathing or moving.  (Some in the front and most in the room shared had boners that were “leaking.”
	The whole of September’s cock filled Wendsy’s mouth, she made some smacking sounds and felt the bulbous head pressing against the back of her throat.  Cum juices from her cunny began to seethe forth, she needed fucked badly.  Try as she might, and she did try, the image of Azmodeus’ horse cock fucking her, peeing on her, spanking her, shooting massive wads of horse spunk onto her face, her chest, her pussy was too much to ignore.
	She would never be the same again.

	Nor would September.
	He enjoyed putting his cock to Wendsy, spanking her, spreading her cheeks and shoving his cockmeat into her asshole, watching her pee on his face, watching her drench his face with her young pussy cum juices, but Galadrieal had raised the bar.
	His orgasm into his sister was lasting, longingly as he fondly had Galadrieal on her back, legs wide, his cock DEEP into her hot hungry pussy.  Wendsy’s cunt was nice, it tightened up about his prick and devoured him, pleased him.  He came, he begun to shoot, he twitched and reeled in the event that was orgasmic.
	But there would never be a pleasurable orgasm like he had had with the uni-peg.  A gallon of jiz filled Wendsy’s pussy, it pooled ‘neath her ass, coated his cock and balls.  He was near lifeless, drained entirely.  Wendsy had to “push” him off.  She frigged her pussy and wondered what had gotten into her brother.
	He had cum hard before, but…
	Wendsy watched those watching her.  They all seemed most curious.  Several were “playing” with their cocks and seemed most curious about the “feeling” it gave.
	Was it possible?
	Wendsy doubted it, but they were acting awfully strange.
	September farted and sought sleep.  He was not denied.

	Some hours later and September DID awake.  His cock ached terribly so.  He sat up, he was still in the bathroom.  No one was with him.  He peed in the bathtub, it had been drained and refilled with new warm water.
	He smelled food that smelled of chili or some sort of stew.
	Out of the bathroom he saw in a large open area with arms and legs akimbo his sister getting nailed by one of the hobbits.  Steam rose up from their bodies, but then steam rose up from the ground, too.  A “steam room” it seemed to be, wafting along the steam was the pungent strong scent of hemp.
	Wendsy was not the only one being poked, other hobbits were laying prone apparently mimicking what Wendsy and her lover were doing.
	‘They do not know how to fuck.’ Wendsy Minded to her brother.
	So it was put to Wendsy and her brother to “teach” them.
	Seemed like a plan.
	In return they two humans were treated as royalty; food, drink, bed, and an audience with the high muckety-muck high hobbit priestess Hermalee Tallowfoot.
	This did not come easily, though; an audience with the reclusive leader of the hobbit clan took time, a couple of days.  She was quite old and not always “in her right mind.”  She smoked lots of their homegrown export product and was often out of it.
	So in the meantime it was teaching sex for fun, frolic, procreation, etc. to the horny starved wasted hobbits.  Not a daunting task, kinda fun.  Kinda enduring, Wendsy serviced the males, September doinked the females.  They also “helped” the wasted clan; positioning them, guiding, and aiding in the righteous development of foreplay, orgies, manual stimulation, oral copulation, anal, and watery sports.
	The most high muckety-muck priestess lived just out of the community, but it was travel thru the tunnels to reach her sanctuary.  All along the route there were box containers of hemp.  Some of the plants were as tall as six feet, laden heavily with “buds.”	
	There was a room where the buds were harvested, cultivated, nurtured, and prepared for distribution, delivery, and for dolling out to the clan members for their own use.
	Several times Wendsy & September were offered a “hit” but the two declined.  In the priestess chambers, which was quite large to accommodate a grand pool, tapestries measuring ten feet square on the walls, even larger ones on the floor, planters of hemp of several differing varieties.  The production of hashish seemed to be ample, too.
	The great and grand priestess was unlike her subjects, the title of priestess was honorary, she was magical in nature but not royalty.  (but being magical who was going to challenge her?)  Her history and placement was hush-hush and not spoken of.  She was clothed, wearing something of a halter top, she was fat and weighed close to 400 pounds, merely standing 4’5” tall!
	She was surly, glassy-eyed, 44-DDs on her chest, something of a grass skirt about her, no underclothes.  She carried what looked to be seashells about her fat neck, most were swallowed up by the many folds of her throat.
	A large staff supported her, she descended the few steps from her stone chair, eyeing the newcomers carefully with some scorn.  The situation seemed somewhat stressful and gloomy.
	A speaker of the hobbits for the two humans stepped forth and bowed.
	Suddenly the priestess walloped him on top of the head with her staff.
	The hapless hobbit fell to the floor, he grabbed the priestess’ feet and began kissing them.  Female or male, they were all hairy.  The priestess looked as if though she were a little high.  She flared her nostrils wide, narrowed her eyes and leaned forward.
	Brrrrrrrrrrup!
	It was loud.
	It was gross.
	It soiled and lingered in the air.
	It was not, however, as raucous as--
	Frrrrrrrrrrrrt!
	A huge stink cloud ripped from her hindquarters.
	She smiled, the hobbit kissing her feet began to twitch and sputter.
	Many eyes in the large open room began to water.
	Slime drippled from the stone shaman. 
	She began to giggle and chuckle deeply.
	Hermalee Tallowfoot then began to waver side to side, she closed her eyes and her head began to do some odd gyrating.  She began to hump and with her staff she brought it up and twirled it like a band baton twirler dose, only suddenly stopping and bringing the staff down onto September’s shoulders.
	A hairs’ breadth of clearance.  Only the “wind” of the staff being brought down touched him, not the staff.  September did not flinch.  He remained still.  (only his cock shriveled up in anticipating fear.)
	The whacked out weeded shaman settled down, squatting her humongous form onto the floor, the hobbit who had lain there was concealed by her fattness and never seen again!
	“Why hoth youth comth toth meth?” she spat horrendously as she spoke.  She began to move and grumble, groan and wrinkle her eyes.  This was most unpleasant.  Then she busted into a large smile, the many great folds of her largeness sagged even more as now on the floor a large “puddle” came to be.
	Wendsy crinkled up her toes before the hobbit urine reached her.
	“We need you help.” Wendsy said.
	“Thisth Ith knowth orth elsth youth wouldth beeth hereth!”
	The priestess groaned, rolled her head and eyes, then soiled the air again.  A greenish fog frumped up from about the stumpy gargantuan female, it didn’t seem to bother her and September detected the slightest hint of marijuana in the funk.
	(Nobody light a match!)
	“They are seeking a doorway, a magical doorway.” spoke another hobbit speaker.
	“Theyth areth noth moreth!” shouted the rotonned creature.
	 “May I ask where they USED to be?” asked timidly but assuredly Wendsy.  She was careful to choose her words, anything less could be misconstrued and piss off the old fat goat and no telling what else she could do with her staff.
	The “old goat” leaned forward, her breath nearly melted Wendsy’s skin off her bones.  Thick yellowed teeth, a huge fat purple tongue.  Green juice was awash in her mouth, we won’t discus her fat pudgy nose contents.
	“Ith donth liketh youth!” she spat.  Green whacky-tobaccy juice splashed onto Wendsy bare naked chest.  Wendsy held her pose and tried hard to make sure her demeanor did not display her wrath seething within.
	The priestess then turned her attention to September, taking her staff and nuzzling his nads.  She ran the staff up between his legs, then up and down.  “Youth Ith liketh!” she smiled and leaned forward and again and again ripped the most narly butt blast ever.  It resounded thru the open atrium like thunder, echoing off the walls.  And seemingly shot out of her butt was the hobbit who had been “swallowed” by her folds earlier.
	He was shot out along a fart-juice slime trail ten feet striking the stone dais of the priestess’ throne chair.  The form didn’t move for some time; then, surprisingly it did.  The hobbit was covered in slime, he stumbled, he fell, he threw up.  He gathered himself and crawled away into the darkness.  Moments later there was heard a splash.
	The priestess settled back into place, narrowed her eyes, her huge nostrils flared and she sighed.  Some gurgling was heard from somewhere in her humongous body.  Wendsy waited for what was expected.
	“Perhapsth thereth isth a doorth Ith knowth ofth.” she said slowly.
	Then she eyed September like a hunk of some very delicious.
	‘Me thinks she wants to fuck you.’ Wendsy Minded to him.
	She got no reply but heard a small whimper.
	So, while most of the high hobbits nearly drowned in the gigantic pool, the rest toking it up, others raiding the food bins, September nailed the high muckety-muck priestess Hermalee Tallowfoot.  He didn’t want to talk about it afterwards, either.  They both moved to a secret room behind the great stone chair.  Wendsy remained out with the other hobbits, she DID take to a toke, noshed on some munchies, and watched the hobbits frolicking.  
	September remained unseen for two hours.
	Wendsy tried contacting him a few times to check on his status, but she only received a “do not disturb” message.
	When he finally DID appear, he looked a sight, as if he had scrogged a beast, a ghost, a monster.  He was ashen, his cock was more (or less) like a dog’s dick, slick, pointy, and a little longer.  Strands of cum dripped from it, cum was pasted to his thighs, his balls.  His mind was blank.  “no one home.”

	The Stirring Pool; so said the name translated from hobbit tongue to human words.  It was a small room in comparison to all other rooms visited by the two humans.  The Stirring Pool glowed a curious green light, mist rose up from around its edges.  
	With her staff Hermalee Tallowfoot stirred the waters murky deep.  She stirred faster and faster until the small pool went counter-clockwise on its up.  From up in the middle sprang a swirling spiral of water.  In the middle opened up a mystical vortex.  It was green, it swirled and pulsed several different colors, all variations of GREEN.
	For a moment, a long moment, Wendsy and September stood still at the edge of the pool.  
	‘How do we cross?’ asked September.
	Wendsy squeezed his hand and stepped off.  If she sank perhaps he would be able to pull her out.
	There was no need.
	The pool was barely ankle deep.
	The water was warm (and strangely “tingling”?)  the two stepped up to the swirling vortex.
	“Youth donth haveth muchth timeth!” shouted the old priestess.
	Wendsy sighed, September farted.  They stepped into the vortex.
                                                       *****

	“Come on!  Come on!  Is that the best you can do!?” almost shrieked the girl.  “Fuck me!” she bitched.  On the bed she twitched, thrashed, and bucked hard as she might.
	And as hard as he might her lover tried his best to fuck, he tried his best just to hold on!  The young girl was a demon, that was plain and simple as it could be, a demon.
	Young Hunter did the best he could, but his cock was simply inadequate.  He was getting off but that wasn’t the point, he wanted to get the girl off--this after realizing she was starved crazy for cock!  He had tried to sneak on her and fuck her, she wasn’t overly appreciative.
	“Either fuck me good or I’ll tell!” she had decreed.
	“Tell?  Tell who?” he wondered aloud.
	“Big Bad!” bitched the girl.
	‘Oh shit!’
	“And he won’t be pleased, you lousy fuck!” she griped.
	‘Oh good grief!’
	
	He gave her his all and then gave her a little more.  His cock was surprisingly/amazingly still strong and enduring.  It felt odd, desensitized.  It was annoying and somewhat painful and the only manner in which it felt so-so alright was--was--well, when sticking it to the tweaked out insatiable slut/whore bitch on the bed!
	Her pussy, though, wasn’t the tightest and scarcely gave him any relief.
	Casually he wondered about her “other” orifice.
	“Uhm, uhm--c-can-can I untie you?”
	“Yeah, I suppose, you lousy fuck!”
	Hunter-Lousy Fuck untied her bindings.  She DID at least wince with the hurtie-oweis done unto her wrists and ankles.  
	“Uhm, t-turn around, I-I mean, over.”
	The girl looked about, narrowed her eyes, “Gonna SPANK me!?” she gleed and seemed almost happy about it.
	“Uh, yeah, sure!” he rolled his eyes, what the fuck had he gotten himself into, now!?
	Little Red turned herself over.  Hunter at first just rubbed her ass, squeezing the cheeks.  She was smooth lily white.  Hunter really wasn’t into it, but had sighted the strap hanging on the wall by the door. 
	The first smack to her ass was lighthearted, the girl buried her head into the bed, shaking her head.  “Yer fucking pathetic!”
	That helped piss Hunter off and he landed another smack to her dainty young ass.  ‘How’s THAT, bitch!?’ he bitched.
	Little Red tensed up and brought her hands to semi protect her ass.
	Hunter held her hands up and smacked her bare ass some more.
	And more.
	And then some more, until the lily white ass had turned a warming beet red.  “Put your ass up!” Hunter demanded, Little Red was crying some, trying to console her searing ass.  Hunter put himself up behind her, parted her cheeks and deftly rammed his rod into her glory hole.  She was a virgin there.
	Hunter at last found some sexual relief plugging the super tight hole.  He clutched at her hips and humped madly until filling her hole with his jiz.  He fucked and pumped, plowed and thrusted until all life in his schlong gave out.  Then he spanked her ass with his cock, smacking her ass and having himself a time as his balls swung madly to and fro.
	But to Little Red this simply was not enough.
	“And that’s it!?” she complained.
	‘Holy shit!’

	From his father he had learned fear, to cower and be ridiculed by him.
	From his mother he had learned not to love, be quiet, and endure.
	From his so-so friends he had learned to hate everyone of color, creed, religion.  From his teachers he had learned to be satisfied with be inadequate and an underachiever.  From life he had learned that it sucked and wasn’t worth living.
	From Gunther Tallywick he had learned to dispense pain.
	Little Red, tied securely to her grandmother’s bed again, but with her legs pulled back over her, ankles tied to her wrists.  In the front room Alice still slept soundly.  Hunter buried the fireplace poker and shovel into the coals and left them there for a few minutes.
	Then, after fucking Little Red’s corn hole, licking her hole and pussy, spanking her as hard as all his might he could to her darling little ass, he applied the shovel with a dramatic hard ass-smack smack.  Little Red twisted and roared, no words could she utter though her mouth undulated so.
	Hunter smacked her thighs and even her pussy with the glowing fireplace shovel scooper.  Then, with her ass cheeks spread so, to the rim he pressed the flaming red fireplace poker.
	“How’s THAT, bitch!?” Hunter quipped.
	And in answer, Hunter observed what appeared to be pussy juices oozing from her cunny.  She was cumming!  What a strange-weird bitch.
	“Let me suck you!” she moaned as she twisted about.
	‘Ok.’
	Hunter undone her bindings and sat on her face.  His cock and balls were aching so, and kinda funky.  Little Red took his member into her mouth and sucked it whole, taking his testicles, too.  She clamped her hands onto his ass and sucked him until he thought he would pass out!
	He did come to the point whereas he knew he was not going to cum, but pee.  Little Red wasn’t letting go, she “chewed” on his cock and seemingly was trying to suck the skin right off of his bone!
	He filled her gullet with his urine.
	She choked, gagged, sputtered, and swallowed.

	“Get off of me, you lousy fuck!”
	Hunter’s mind was awash in turmoil, confusion in the highest, dull, and nonsensical.  Nothing made sense.  He shook his head to try and clear it, and was rudely thrashed by the little vixen he had fallen asleep on.  He popped his neck and sat up on his knees.  Little Red lay in the bed, wrists still tied to the bed, her legs freed, though.
	There was a high and mighty stench that was god awful, she had soiled, Number One AND Two.  Hunter didn’t know what to do about it, if anything.
	“Well?” 
	“Well, well what?” he shrugged.
	“Jeeze, yer the biggest dope ever!  Are you gonna fuck me some more or feed me!?”
	Hunter licked his lips, “Uhm,” he cock was shagged out and could do no more.  Not now anyways.  “Uhm, what-what do you want?”
	“Food!” she shouted, “You fucking moron!”
	Hunter was just about having enough of her.  He stared her, his ire was getting up.  ’Fucking little bee-atch!’
	He got up and made his way to the short hall to the kitchen when a shadow cast over the front door.  The doorknob jiggled and then there was a pounding.
	Then he heard a giggle that segued to a chuckle, “Hehhehehehe, Litte Red, Little Red, let me in, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll bloooooow yer house in!”
	Oh shit, big dick Big Bad.
	Hunter was in a panic.  This was not good.  No, not good at all.
	There was no place to hide, Big Bad was pounding on the door and raising his voice.  Hunter began to sweat, what would Big Bad do to him?  Would he be pissed about the locked door, his time with Red?   Hunter whirled and wondered if he could make it out the window.  The window was shut tight and took some strength to force it up even an inch.
	The front door busted down and Big Bad-Ass came bustling through.
	Hunter dove under the bed just as the huge dire wolf entered.
	He narrowed his eyes and spat a huge wad of chew onto the floor.  The funk of the chew was unpleasant, Hunter could smell it over the overpowering funk of the mess on the bed above him.
	Then he saw Big Bad’s baggy overalls drop to the floor.
	‘Oh shit, here we go again!’
	Big Bad came onto the bed, the weight of the great beast almost crushing the puny “lousy fuck” human slinking beneath.  There was some slapping sounds heard, grunting, spanking, and a narly raucous fart.
	Then, the fucking commenced.  Little Red sounded off with a flurry of cursings.  Hunter slowly eased himself along the underside of the bed, daring a peek up from the foot of the iron bed; Big Bad’s tail swished all over, his huge humongous wolf nuts flying and pounded as into the young girl his mighty wolf cock slammed relentlessly.
	“Oh fuck me, Big Bad, fuck me HARDER, you lousy fuck!”
	HA!
	Hunter shook his head, that was one messed up bitch!

	His stomach growled.  His balls ached as if though they had been kicked.  He was a little cold, laying on the floor for hours will do that.  He emptied his bladder and that helped alleviate some pressure.  Looking out from under the bed it was still daylight, but how long had he really been asleep?
	He noted that the bed had stopped shaking.  Taking a big risk he peeked.
	Crimmeny, Big Bad still lay there, on his stomach sound to sleep laying off of the cum laden/drenched Little Red.  Hunter wanted out, out and away.  Far away.  
	Painstaking minutes were taken as caution was all about being careful while crossing the room to the hall.  He shook Alice, covering her mouth, “We gotta scat.” he whispered.  

	For no other reason than just because he followed the small path that led from cabin.  It was the path Big Bad had taken.  In less than an hour’s time a strong horrid scent came to their nostrils.  It was repulsive and Hunter had a slight idea what it was.  He kept it to himself until making sure.
	There was a brick house they came to.  It was a shambles, collapsed it was and virtually destroyed.  There, too, was a huge firepit with a rotisserie.  The rotisserie was being powered by a small windmill.  Ingenious.  Roasting on the spit was--was a pig!
	He was naked and burnt to a crisp!
	Another pig hung by his hands, naked as well, missing his genitals and feet.  He was alive and rolled his head about.  Sighting in on Hunter and Alice, “RUN!” he mouthed, he had also lost the use of his tongue.
	Hunter took the hint, grabbed Alice’s hand and boogied.

	The path emptied to a crosspath, tacked to a sign post there was a wooden sign with the crude words etched:  Grim Castle  to the Mines  to the Moors  Whence
	Hunter wasn’t going to any place that had “grim” as its name.  To the Mines?  Hmmmm, he didn’t know, didn’t sound promising.  The Moors, that conjured up swamps and all things dark and gloomy.  Whence?  An odd name for sure, for sure.  He cracked his fingers and popped his neck.
	Alice spread her legs as she had been taught and while standing she began to pee.  It gave Hunter a mighty erection.  She was still timid and not overly pleased with Hunter’s horny antics.  Soooooo, a finger pinch of Pixie Dust, Wonderful Stuff! he pulled out from the purple bag now hung about his neck.  Quietly he came to be up behind her and sprinkled the Wonderful Stuff! onto her head.
	In a near instant she was his.
	He put her hands onto her rump and had her pull her cheeks apart, then leaned her forward a bit.  His cock came to press against her button hole and into her he went.  Casually while humping Alice he wondered how Little Red was, or how was the Wolf for that matter!?  Strange girl.  Strange land.
	He gave Alice a healthy load of spunk, spanked her cheeks, then held her with his cum dripping cock nestled down between her legs, his fingers fingering her pussy.
	On the middle of the pathway Hunter nailed his Alice, legs up along his bare chest, fucking her dainty pussy until he could simply go no more.  He then sucked on her nipples, kissed  on her, then urinated into her cunny.
	After a wee bit of a break they struck off again, choosing the path that had the signs pointing to the Mines and Whence.  It was a short walk to another path that went off winding into some thick-assed woods.  A sign on a birch tree indicated “Whence” was that way.  No numbers to indicate how far.
	Hunter could smell nothing in the air, that was a plus.
	Alice was complaining (again) that she was hungry.
	So was Hunter.
	They struck off again.
	
	Shortly before the sun cast shadows onto the bleak land of thick woods, Hunter and Alice smelled something wondrous, pies!  Apple pies!  Hopefully, Hunter hoped, a horny little girl and wolf weren’t involved.
	He heard what sounded like singing.
	There was quiet a commotion coming from somewhere.  There was naught to do but follow the path that was getting smaller and smaller.  Then, a house was seen thru the woods.  Traipsing carefully the two naked children made their way, pausing at the edge for a quick looksee.
	All around was various carts, crates, buckets, shovels, and a well.
	The house was of brick and wood, a single chimney here with a wood shake roof.  Boisterous singing was coming from within.  Cautiously Hunter stole across the darkening opening and peered into one of the windows.
	Dwarves!
	About seven of them.  
	All naked!
	Tied to a bed was a woman, a young woman, maybe perhaps a teenager about 17 or 18 or so.  She was naked and tied to a single wooden bed.  Straddling her chest was a short dumpy old dwarf with a long-long beard.  He was reaching behind him tweaking her nipples while in her mouth was his stubby schlong!
	Hunter gulped.  His mind blanked out.  He shut his eyes tight and opened them, but the scene was the same. 
	Across the room by the fireplace the only dwarf without a beard was sodomizing himself with a hot poker!
	Three dwarfs danced about singing, cocks swinging.
	Two dwarfs played some sort of harp-like musical instruments.
	Hunter turned and slumped down the wall.  He shook his head, toyed with his cock.  ’Son-of-a-fucking-lousy-fucking-bitch!’

	Each of the dwarves took a turn on the young woman.  Either getting off in her pussy they had shaven or her pretty mouth.  She was very pretty Hunter so noted, the fairest of the land!  
	The dwarves, too, were not just into banging the tied up girl, but were butt bangers to themselves!  The dopey hairless one took it in the ass from his fellow companions, most often while he sucked off on someone else’s.  Two of the hairy bandy-legged dwarves butt fucked one another while one of them humped on the woman.
	One dwarf angled his cock and whizzed into the dopey dwarf’s mouth.
	When the dopey dwarf took his turn to ride the woman, there was something a little “off” about him; it was like his cock had gone into an electrical socket or something; he flipped out!  Hunter couldn’t believe the dinky skinny hairless dope could manage to keep his cock into the young girl while his wild antics had his arms and legs flailing all about.
	One by one the dwarves fell off where they lay to sleep.
	Hunter returned to Alice, doinked her (w/o the use/aid of the Pixie Dust, Wonderful Stuff!).  She protested and fought back, until his cock was nestled into her young cunny.  Then there was no denying the pleasure of getting humped brought.  She still didn’t like it but humped him back and Hunter was pleased.
	In the morning there was more racket as one by one the dwarves left the house; clothed, carrying lunch pails, picks, axes, and shovels.  They sang some song of merriment and were soon out of sight.
	Again, carefully, Hunter stole to the house and peered in.
	She was still secured to the bed.  She WAS pretty, very pretty.  Dark hair, short and somewhat sassy-like.  Perfectly shaped breasts that were round, firm, (and fully packed?), they were just right for hand size--or schlepping your Johnson against.
	Her poon, a dark forest of pubes concealed the entrance.
	She languished on the bed, twisting about, seemingly a little crazed from her harrowing gang-bang ordeal.   Hunter mulled it over, wrinkled his thoughts and slowly tested the single wooden door.
	It wasn’t locked.  Boldly he came in.
	“W-who is there?” she called out.  Her voice was light and airy, to coin a phrase, to Hunter it was very childlike and peep-squeaky.  He closed the door behind him and approached the bed.  The damsel on the bed twisted, thrashing her lovely naked very lily white body all about, she reeked of cum and urine.
	“Help me.” she pleaded.
	Hunter then so noted that his COCK was raging hard.
	Very hard.
	He waved his hand before her, masturbated, stuck his tongue out.
	The damsel (we know who it is) tossed her head about in a manner of which Hunter determined that for some reason,  like Alice, she was blind.
	‘Works for me!’
	He smiled to himself and then crawled onto the bed.  On closer inspection he deemed that she was about 18 years.  He was cool with that.  She thrashed about some, her thrashing was getting out of control.
	There was only ONE THING to do.
	Pixie Dust!  Wonderful Stuff!

	He gave her the fucking of a lifetime.  Or the best that he could do in five minutes.  He pussy wasn’t the tightest, not after being gangbanged by seven horny dwarfs.  He did manage to cum in her, he managed to roll her on her side and have a go at her asshole, spanking her and tweaking her nipples.
	He felt the urge to pee and stood up straddling her and then let his whiz shower her.  A small portion of something deep within him surged up but he managed to curb it and sent it back down in the deep abyss.  After wetting her down he rummaged thru the nearby kitchen of the one room abode, raiding the apple pie and other various goodies.
	He then fetched Alice and they both enjoyed the goodies.
	When Alice indicated that she needed to visit a privy or go outside, Hunter smiled wickedly and guided the blind girl over to the bed.  He had her straddled the damsel’s face and release her bladder.
	Hunter put his head down onto the young woman’s breasts and watched as a flood of hot piss spilled from Alice’s twat.  Hunter then had Alice lay down, he spanked her ass (w/o the use of the Pixie Dust, Wonderful Stuff!), then poked his way into her anus.
	Alice wasn’t too thrilled with this rot but didn’t protest too much.
	Hunter eased his cock into her and thrust deeply until releasing a flood of jizum.  The feeling of the release (orgasm) was incredible.  Sitting back with his sweaty butt against the wooden headboard, he watched as his juices flowed out of Alice’s corn hole.
	He clamped his hands to the distressed damsel’s head and made her lick the cream.  Alice was put to licking the woman’s pussy.  Thereafter the two ate and drank.  Hunter’s cock was still mighty hard, it tingled and felt funny.  His erection wouldn’t go down.  He fingered it to be some sort of curse of something, just desserts for all his naughtiness.
	It felt as if though he had cum, not enough.  He mounted the damsel once more, sucked on her breasts and fucked her until he creamed.  But it wasn’t enough.  His cock remained stiff as ever!  It tingled, it demanded attention, relief.  Releasing the young woman’s ankles he tied them back and fucked her asshole.
	He spanked her, hard, with his cock.
	He fucked Alice relentlessly, pumping into her pussy so hard his balls ached until he shed tears.  So slowly he fucked the two, spanking them (with his cock) making them suck his cock and balls.
	But no, his dong remained ever so stiff.
	There was a fleeting thought, he didn’t know where it came from, the pain inflicting his cock was intense, only by humping some tight hole was there the miniscule amount of relief.  The thought was to simply lop it off!
	He sank himself into Alice’s backdoor, spanked her as hard as he could stand with his cock AND hand, then did likewise to Snow White.
	But his cock simply wouldn’t go down or give him satisfying relief.
	In the kitchen he found a knife, a very sharp blood that cut him just by looking at it.  He sliced off--
	Some cheese, curved up--
	Some apples, butchered--
	Some frying chickens.
	The pain, the agony, the distress was making him crazy.  He held his cock to the butcher block and then--
	The clip clop of a horse came to be, he heard its whiny and out the window from the kitchen area he saw a man dismount.  The man was a prince, which was obvious by the man’s attire.
	He looked around curiously, calling out for anyone home.
	Hunter didn’t know what to do.  The dwarf bed was to low to the ground to duck under this time.  There was only ONE door to the humble dwarves abode, he was fucked!
	The Prince came to the door, rapped on it, then boldly opened it and poked his head in.
	“I dare say, anyone--”
	And he saw the fairest creature of the land, laying naked (and bound) to a bed.  He focused solely on her as she thrashed about.  He came forth and stood at the footboard, admiring her.  Slowly he massaged his organ growing in his thin nylon-tights.  “Thou art surely the fairest of them all!” he breathed.
	He then noted Hunter and Alice.
	“What ho, what’s this?” he cried out in awe.
	“I-I was, er, we-we was just passing by, and-and we were hungry, see.  And we looked in here and--and there she was!”
	The Prince looked back to the damsel in distress.  Then casually realizing Hunter and Alice were NAKED, looked back to them.
	“Seemed like the thing to do.”
	The Prince looked at him astonishingly.
	Light heartedly Hunter strolled over to the bed, in his fingers he had a pinch of Pixie Dust, Wonderful Stuff!  Just in case.  
	The Prince looked to him, his brow furrowed up, “Have you--”
	Hunter nodded that it was so.  If the Prince, who was armed with a sword of some sort, made any moves, Hunter was going to hit him with the Dust.
	But the Prince had a terrific boner going on, and there was a bit of a wet spot showing itself, too.  Hunter tweaked the damsel’s closest nipple, his young pud he rubbed against the side of tormented bed.
	Snow White opened her legs, humping the air, twisting and twisting.
	Prince Charming stared, gulped, then began undressing.
	His eyes never left the naked wench, he crawled onto her buck naked and inserted his manly 20-something year old prong and fucked.  Hunter watched, looked behind and watched the royal cock slide into the pristine slut cunt.  He moved to Alice, bent her over a small table and entered her from behind.
	The Prince turned and looked to what was happening, it only strengthened his doing and he latched his mouth around one of Snow’s breasts and began power fucking.
	Hunter still could not achieve dying satisfaction for his cock.
	His eyes fluttered, his toes curled, his balls cinched up tight, but his cock remained as stiff as ever.  He was no longer cumming, he beat Alice’s ass (with his cock) then came around, stuffing her mouth.  Readily and agreeably she now slurped his dong, but it didn’t help.
	He returned to Alice’s rear end and went down on her, licking her fresh fucked funk hole, fingering her, trying to relieve himself. 
	Prince Charming began to freak out as he began to achieve HIS orgasm.  He arched his back and furiously filled the young teenage woman’s pussy, sending her into near sexual convulsions.  
	Charming gulped and gave his last bit of love.  He then rested, suckling on the sweaty mounds of the young lady.  He moaned and groaned.  Hunter rested merely sitting on the floor, masturbating to no end.
	The Prince finally managed to move of the girl and the bed, he stood on numb/trembling legs.  
	“She’s good, too.” Hunter said.
	The Prince was in awe again, mouth agape.  He blinked and shook his head, Alice was clearly ten years old.  He couldn’t.  He shouldn’t.  
	Cum dribbled from his prick.
	Hunter left the floor and ambled to the potential princess.  He mounted her and began fucking her, the Prince watched, closed his mouth and then came to the awaiting blind Alice.
	He smoothed his hand over her ass.  When looked over his shoulder, Hunter had Snow’s legs up and was in her ass (again.)  Charming watched him and then realized that his manly potential kingly cock was stiff.  (again)  Lightly he brushed it against Alice’s ass, he looked down between her legs, checking out her glory hole and poon.  Alice, on her own, pulled her cheeks open and Charming entered her, pushing every inch of his hot ready-to-gobble cock into her asshole.
	Hunter was in Snow White’s mouth, he fucked her titties, stood straddling her and once more showered her with pee, then rolled her onto her side and spanked her.
	Charming had cum into Alice’s backdoor, watched Hunter and then caressed Alice’s ass, fingering her hole and examining closely her young hairless poon.
	Hunter brought Alice over to the bed, laid her out on her back, legs back, and nodded to the prince to “go for it.”
	Prince Charming thought it over a moment, then introduced his manly prick to Alice’s cunt.  He nearly melted as his cock entered.  Hunter skull fucked Alice as Charming sank himself all the way and fucked himself into delirium.

	At the top of a small hill the path once more forked, a sign post read “nowhere close” and “fromwhence”.  Hunter frowned, he had no idea.  Alice scratched and Hunter itched in their ill fitting dwarves clothes, they had shoes and hats and a knapsack of food.  This time they were prepared.  A small short sword Hunter carried, too.
	The sign for “nowhere close” meandered up a tangled mess of hill to the right.  “fromwhence” wondered down a woodsy path to the left.  He heard an owl, some blue jays, squirrels, and all manners of normal natural woodland creatures inhabiting a forest.  Stepping just a few paces up the path to “nowhere close” there was nothing of the kind.
	It was as good as sign as any for Hunter, he grasped Alice’s hand and they proceeded to “fromwhence.”
	
                                             ****

	It was colorless.  Er, having only two basic colors, white & black, objects like trees and rocks were outlined in white while the rest was coal black.  There were no sounds, no air, no sensations.  Wendsy clicked her fingers but there was no sound.  September made a raspberry, but no sound.
	They walked.  “Touching” a rock, tree, bush, the ground, gave no sensation of touch.  Even touching one another proved nothing.  
	They walked--some more.
	When they tired, they rested.  It was a very peculiar place, there was even something of an ocean, but it was not moving.  It was lifeless and still.  The water black.  The sky black, the horizon--black.  
	Time seemed meaningless.
	‘Do you think this is a trick?’ inquired September.  Though they could not hear one another via normal speech, their telepathic powers seemed intact.
	‘I don’t know.’ replied his sister.
	It was not exactly what he was hoping for.
	September brooded, Wendsy looked about, at least it was a place of rest.  She felt neither hungry or thirsty.  She stepped off of the beach and into the still lifeless ocean.  She could scoop her hand thru the “water”, and even the sand, but there was no sensation of any sort.
	She tried tasting it, too.  But nothing.
	September sat on the beach constructing a sandcastle.  Wendsy looked at him, this was not the time for such foolishness.  But she let it go and sat nearby him, looking out to the lifeless-still sea.