August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 3
Coming Attractions

Reflections of Turmoil in Turmoil
	She watched as sweat drops plummeted to the darkened sand.  She felt her anus being ploughed semi-roughly, she felt her heart beating, she could clutch the darkened sand but not feel it--she could, though, feel her brother’s cock ramming her asshole.
	He finally began to unleash, his testicles slapped reverently against her, she could feel the mighty river load of brotherly spunk splashing into her anal tract.  He withdrew from her rim and rubbed his phallic against her cheeks, up against her gash, then lay back on the sand.
	Wendsy had obliged her horny brother, she herself was horny but not overly so.  She preferred a more stable setting.  But from what she had been thru, she doubted that there was anything at all that was any longer that was stable.
	After some time had passed, and September was sufficiently recovered, they moved down the shoreline, Wendsy with arms folded, September with drippingly  cock before him.
	“Hey look!” September called out.  Into the jungle there was a path.
	It was narrow, but a path just the same.
	Entering into it it grew immediately darker.
	Was this a good thing?
	Wendsy didn’t think so and backed up into her brother.
	Was she frightened?  It was uncommon and unnatural for her to be so.
	After only a few minutes, however, the darkness seemed to lift and the two siblings could resume their inward trek.

	After what seemed endless hours they came to where the path forked, a sign on the palm tree before them decreed:  Where there Be Owls/Owls Where the Be Not
	Ohhhhhhhh-kay!
	‘What do you think?’ Wendsy asked of her big brother.
	As typical, he shrugged his indifference.  So it was up to Wendsy to choose.  (Which she normally did anyhow.)  She chose left, “Where there Be Owls.)
	Not ten feet down this path than did they encounter a creature.
	It was like molten lava, except black and not fiery red.  It gave off no heat, nothing at all.  It’s voice could be heard and something of a face could be seen in all the twisted/mangled rock.
	“GO BACK!” it said, it’s deep-deep voice reverberated into the two naked human children.
	“No problem!” spoke up September.
	“Who are you, what is this place?” quizzed Wendsy.
	“I am Ka, you are in Transition.”
	“Why can’t we pass?”
	“You are not of this place.”
	Two other forms came to be, huge, dark, a mass of what seemed to be branches, limbs from trees all meshed together.  They had no particular form, jut a mass of branches & limbs akimbo.  
	September tapped his sister on the shoulder, ‘I-I think we should maybe try that other path!’
	Wendsy was curious about what lay beyond the jungle creatures, but didn’t press it.  Slowly they backed up, the jungle creatures remained until Wendsy and September were back at the sign.

	Ten feet along the new path, September made a horrifying “ACK!”
	On his head and shoulders was a substance, bird shit.  Big globs of disgusting poop shot down from the rectum of a bird.  An owl.  A big dark owl sitting twenty feet up in the closest palm.	  The bird fluttered its wings and dropped another load.
	September ducked out of the way and the mess hit Wendsy instead.
	‘Fucker!’ she bitched to him via their Mind link.
	The two continued their trek.
	By the time they reached the end of the path, both were completely covered in sticky, icky, black & white owl shit.  At least it didn’t smell, there was no sensation of the crap, it was just there.  But their minds couldn’t shake the realism they knew in their normal world of what bird poop was like.
	The path ended at a pool of water and a waterfall.
	The water was black with white ripples formed from the waterfall filling it.  The water was tasteless and gave no sensation whatsoever.  It did, though, react as it should in the removal of the mass covering of bird shit.
	The pool was not large nor deep.
	The two languished here for a time, then investigated their new surroundings, ultimately finding the cave/tunnel behind the waterfall.
	The tunnel was illuminated by small minute creatures living on the walls, they gave off a sort of phosphorous glow providing sufficient lighting to the end of the tunnel.
	Here the tunnel emptied into a great room.
	The room was unlike the rest of their encounter, it was normal.  There was coloration to the rocks and ground, the cave itself.  In the center was a pool, another pool.  It spanned 12 feet and was lined with lava boulders.  A wizard’s staff (similar to Hermalee Tallowfoot’s) lay nearby.
	The pool was green, a curious light pulsed in the middle.  September took the staff and tested it’s depth.
	‘This might be another way.’ September suggested.
	‘Like before.’ Wendsy concluded.
	‘Wanna try it?’
	Wendsy waited a moment, then shrugged.  September took the staff, noting that the depth of the pool was ankle deep. (again)  He begun stirring.
	The water in the barely-wading-pool swirled and swirled, then swirled on its own.  Instead of a swirling spiral coming up from the middle an image formed on the surface.
	The image was of some jungle-type environment.  It was night.  There was a great bonfire.  There were pits with fire erupting from them.  There was a bamboo corral.  There was a great boulder with a cave to it and great flickering light coming from within.
	A great slab of stone coated in blood was seen.
	Tied to some posts were four humans, naked.  Two males, two females.  On of the males was adult age, the others were teenage and younger.
	Coming out of the cave was--was--was a creature.  It looked to be a cross between a gargoyle and an great ape.  Dressed in witchdoctor attire.  He was accompanied by several other not so elaborately dressed.
	From the corral guarded by a pair of not-so-dressed creatures a victim was scurried up and hustled to the bloodied stone slab.  A female adult.  She was tied to the slab face down.
	Another victim was taken from the corral, another female.  This one was taken to one of the pits.  She was with broken arms and legs and very far out of her mind.  She was firmly by two guards while the well adorned witchdoctor SHOVED a sharpened bamboo rod into her body.  It seemed to go into possibly her asshole.  The woman twitched and screamed, broken arms and legs flying all over.
	The bamboo rod entered her and emerged out the top of her head.
	Thereafter she was tossed into the flickering flames of the pit.
	One of the guards was directed by the witchdoctor to fetch one of the humans from the posts nearby.  The creature looked over each one before wrestling with one of the young females.  
	‘Stir!’ exclaimed Wendsy, “STIR!”

	A well of fear had suddenly came up in Wendsy.  She didn’t like it.  She herself had committed and taken part in heinous crimes; some butchering, mutilations, scalpings, and so on.  She couldn’t shake the fear and it only abated when September stirred the pool to get a new image.
	A house appeared.  A quaint abode of off-white wood slats with light brownish trim.  It seemed to be the Fall of the year according to the various trees surrounding the house and the amount fall leaves covering the ground.  Smoke trailed out of the lone chimney.
	There was no fence, a small front yard, and a street.  There were homes to the left and right.  The outer edges of the “scene” were cloudy.  For a long while the scene remained on the house.  Wendsy was about to tell her brother to “stir” again, when the image shimmered and the “inside” of a home was revealed.
	It was the inside of THE home they were originally looking at.
	Modernately furnished, it was quiet, not really dark and/or gloomy, but not well lighted.  Antique furnishings here and there, tapestries, portraits, and simple country living charm.
	A nice kitchen of country style with modern day appliances.
	The scene remained on “pause” for a moment then flickered to whereas there were two children sitting not so close on a back porch.  They looked a little unhappy.  Possibly brother and sister, but of about the same age.  Cute as the dickens, though, the boy especially.  HE was about 7 years young, very handsome, short brown hair, just adorable.  The girl wore glasses, blond headed, a little taller than the boy but of about the same age.
	They seemed unhappy.
	No swing set in the backyard, no toys of any kind.  The backyard WAS fenced, with a rustic gray fence supported by bushes and sapling trees.  A small garden there was and a tool shed.  Not much else.
	The scene flickered again and it was a room.  A bedroom.  Here on the bed were two women.  Naked.  Arms and legs akimbo, 69ing one another!  The one on bottom had a large life-like dildo and was sodomizing the one on top.  Sisters?  Cousins?  Best friends?
	They spanked one another, nipped one another’s clits, and made love in all manners and ways.
	The scene flickered again, returning to the two unhappy children.
	The boy got up and stuffed his hands into his pockets.  He was dressed warmly, but there was no snow.  He scuffed the ground and walked to the garden.  Just beyond it there was a gate.  He made for it.
	“We’re not supposed to leave the yard.” called out the girl.
	“I know.” replied the boy, “But I’m bored.”
	The girl was bored too.  Reluctantly she got up and game to the gate.  Seeings as how she seemed to know how to open said gate, this was her house, er, where she lived.  Or something like.
	They stepped out and walked along the fence towards the back of it to the alley.  The “scene” followed them.  They chased after a dog, who was chasing after a cat.  Both tried to get the dog to stop chasing the cat, but it was what dogs do so their efforts were nill.
	The cat went up a phone pole in the alley.
	The dog tried to climb, too.
	The kids shouted at the dog and smacked their hands.
	Then the dog chased them.
	Across the small side street and into the park they ran.  Here the dog was joined by several other dogs who all decided to chase one another.  There were other people in the park, for a while the kids played with other kids at the play area.
	Then, Wendsy couldn’t tell what but it seemed as if though some of the adults/parents were in some sort of panic and had grabbed up their children and ran off.  The dogs were no longer seen so it wasn’t known what was going on.
	The two Children Subjects came to other side of the park where there were thick heavy bushes.  Here they explored and played their own hide-n-seek game; coming out beyond the bushes.
	Bottles, rocks, this and that they found, tossed and/or threw; seeing how far they could throw (out throw).  They came upon an illegal site of where someone had had a recent camp.  There were beer bottles and cans all over, and someone cut off jeans.  A pair of panties were found, too.
	The boy looked at them in a glance then away as the girl he was with saw them, too.  They climbed over some larger rocks, helping one another.  They did not act as brother & sister and so Wendsy deemed them either to be cousins or friends.
	On top of a rocky hill on a rocky precipice they looked out onto a cold still lake.  The girl methodically fiddled with her hair, the boy picked his nose.
	A red tailed hawk got their attention.
	A fish jumped in the lake.
	The girl was in a powder blue sweater, she wore a plaid simple dress to almost her knees in length, tennis shoes with white socks up TO her knees.  She was cute, dainty little earrings, a sweet smile, missing one incisor, hair a little dry and such.
	When scooting down the rocks her legs unceremoniously opened and gave Wendsy and September a “flash” of her underwear.  September smiled and ogled the girl.
	The boy was well dressed, good clothes, very good clothes.  Wendsy deemed him to be from not a well-n’er-do-well family, not upscale, but medium.  The lad didn’t wear “designer” clothes, but were very good clothes just the same.
	He skint the clothes up as he slid down the rocks.
	A crisp wind was blowing, they stood at the shore of the lake and tossed more rocks, trying their luck at skipping.  Soon the little girl turned and made her way looking all about.	
	“Whatcha looking for?” asked the boy.
	She didn’t answer.  She didn’t seem to be looking for anything in particular, not a rock anyways.  She moved to the bushes by the rock hill and then went behind the tallest rock.  The young boy stared after her, picked his nose and waited, then curiously went to see what up.
	What was up was down; the girl was squatting, her white flowery panties at her knees and she was in the middle of a good pee.  There wasn’t much to see, not really from the boy’s angle, he could just see the “puddle” and the subsequent stream.
	The girl looked up and at first was (ahem!) pissed off and wanted him to leave.  Then she broke out into a wide grin and blushed.  Wisps of her blond dry hair blew into her face, the sun shone nicely on her, and clumsily she tried opening her legs so as he could peer down to her sex.
	The boy looked down to HIS sex, something was going on there!
	The girl giggled, blushed, then stood up!
	She kept her undies at her knees, but stood up giggling so hiking up her plaid red dress exposing her naked hairless sex.  The boy possibly had never (it was a sure bet) saw a naked cunny before.  His eyes bulged, his mouth hung open, his little puddling stretched to the limit inside his $20 slacks.
	The red tailed hawk screeched and then dove towards the lake.  The kids were distracted and dashed out to the shore line to watch.  Priorities.  The little girl pulled up her undies and didn’t seem to care about the interruption, nor the boy.
	The hawk hit the water and disappeared for a second.  He came back up carrying a wriggling fish.  The children were awed and astounded.
	“Did you see that!?” the boy quipped.
	The hawk flapped off into the forest beyond the lake.  
	It was noted then during the peaceful “afterward” that the young fella “looked” to the girl, so noting that her panties and dress were back in the proper place.
	Something else distracted the two semi-mischievous kids.  What it was was not known (to Wendsy and her brother.)  For several seconds the two children stared off to their left, then they both shrugged, giggled, and raced back to the rock hill.  They needed to get home before they were missed.
	At the top of the boulder set into a hill the boy paused and looked around.
	“What?” spoke the girl.
	The sun had suddenly disappeared and it seemed more like a chilly early Winter’s day rather than Fall.  The boy turned just so, askew from his companion.  He went thru the motions of unzipping his pants.  The girl blushed and giggled and tucked the loose strands of flying hair out of the way.
	She looked about curiously the other side of the hill they had climbed earlier.  It seemed different.  
	She looked to the boy who was peeing.  She leaned a bit to see if she could see anything.
	“Wanna see it?” he quipped.
	“Sure!” she piped.
	The boy turned just a bit more, pissing down the rock they had just climbed.  The girl giggled and looked awed as she saw his little willie.  The boy blushed, too. 
	He turned to fully “present” the little puddling, “Sara” giggled more, blushed, and leaned down some to look at it more closely.
	“Ben” was all kinds of giggling and showing off his tally.
	‘Touch it!’ whispered Wendsy.
	‘Take your pants down!’ whispered September.  He leaned on the stirring staff, staring intently into the image in the water, his cock fully engaged in hardness.
	Whether or not the “whisperings” were heard or not was not clear; BUT, Sara reached out and “touched” the head of Ben’s cock.  The boy grinned and stared.  His little schlong tightened.
	Then, despite the slight chill, he undone his slacks and lowered them, his underwear, too.
	Wendsy focused her attention on Sara.  September had Ben.
	‘Go to your knees.’ Wendsy said.
	‘Pull your shirt up.’ said September.  The boy wore a scarf, a brown tweed-like vest, long sleeved dress shirt, a boy’s brown blazer jacket.
	Sara timidly went to her knees, grinning, blushing, and eyeing the cock before her.  She cupped his balls, caressed his bare ass, and then engulfed his little pud.
	Ben gulped, grinned the biggest ever, and “rocked” back and forth into Sara’s mouth.
	‘Stand up.’ said Wendsy.
	Sara stood up.  (it still wasn’t clear for certain if the two waifs were acting on their own, or….
	‘Turn around.’
	Sara turned around.
	‘Bend over….’
	Sara bent over.
	She followed thru with hiking her dress up, too.
	‘Take her panties down.’ Ben was whispered by September.
	Slowly, timidly, young Ben hooked his fingers into Sara’s typical kiddie style panties and slid them down over her butt and down to her knees.  His young eyes bulged in absolute awe as he stared at her lovely-lovely ass.
	‘Kiss her ass, er, her cheeks.’
	Ben stood still, his pud rock hard as ever.  Sara pulled her cheeks open and Ben went down between them, licking her hole.
                                                *****

	“Where’s the park?” 
	The two held hands and looked to where the park they had crossed earlier should (have) be(n).  There was nothing but trees, flat land, rocks, boulders, and more trees.  No park.
	Sara looked back over her shoulder to the rock hill they had come down.  She held Ben’s hand and they walked towards the forest.  Slowly.
	“What’s going on, Sara?” asked timidly Ben.  He was getting frightened and didn’t like what was happening.
	The two clung to one another as they came part way into the forest, and no park.  Sara wore a beige knee length jacket with white-red scarf.  They huddled and cuddled, after calming down some they walked back to the hill and climbed it.  They were totally shocked when the lake they had skipped rocks across and the red tailed hawk had gotten his meal in, was no longer there.
	They got plenty scared.
	They clung to one another and bawled.
	They moved back to the rocks and climbed it, Ben’s early wet down of the rocks was no longer there.  (although it may it may (MAY) have dried, but not likely in the chilly weather.)
	They sat on the top of the rocky hill and pitched rocks and pebbles off either side.  
	Wendsy gave them a long stare.  Then, 
	‘Take off your clothes.’ she smiled and shrugged to herself.
	‘Take off YOUR clothes!’ sparked September.  Seemed like a good idea to him, too.
	Slowly, the two children on top of the hill undressed themselves.  Each watching as the other did so.  Ben’s little “ben” was as rock hard as ever.  Sara tugged on it, grinned, and temporarily forgot about her being lost.
	She sucked it again, caressed Ben’s ass and then laid out on her clothes.  Ben was instructed on the fine art of cunnilingus.  Sara parted her legs nice and wide and young Ben went down to lick her slit.  September stroked his cock, was he horny for Ben or Sara?  Lol!
	Delicately Ben parted Sara’s young pussy lips, the girl twitched and giggled and “peed” some!  Ben didn’t care for that part.  Wendsy had the girl pull her legs back and September had the boy lick her pooter hole.
	Thereafter there was the grinding, Ben on top of Sara.  September was spilling bits of cum into the imaging pool, the ripples formed were disrupting the image.  Wendsy gave her brother a bad dirty look.
	The image of Ben & Sara were gone.
	September sighed and shrugged.

                                                  *****

	The swirling water swirled, then slowed and the pulsing green light from the center cleared to give way to another image.  Wendsy shot a look to her brother, September stepped back from the edge of the pool, carefully laying the stirring staff down.
	The new image was of a darkened room.  There seemed to be a window.  And a bed.  It was a bedroom.  There was an electronic LED readout clock on a bedstand.  A poster of KISS and some other rock groups on the wall.  A lone figure was in the bed.
	It was moving.  
	Slowly the lone figure moved out of the bed and stood a moment.  It was a boy.  A young boy approx. 9 or 10.  He was clad in underwear and a teeshirt.  Suddenly he was tugging his underwear down.  Wendsy raised an eyebrow in awe.
	After lowering his underwear he kicked them away and stepped away to a closet and retrieved a sheet.  He wrapped himself in the sheet and lay up against the wall by the window.
	What was this about?
	After about a minute had elapsed according to the digital clock, “time” then seemed to speed up some and from 3:30AM to 6:45s there was nothing but the progression of ‘time.’
	The boy slowly awoke, rubbed his eyes, and was almost standing when the bedroom door opened.  A man came into view.  Tall, big, and surly.  He looked to the boy wrapped in the sheet, then to the underwear on the floor, then to the bed.  Wendsy could see a wet spot on the bed.  
	Ohhhhhhh!
	The “fatherly” figure was pissed.  Er--
	He moved to the bed then turned to the boy, “Get yer sorry ass over here!” timidly the boy complied, wrapping himself tight in the sheet.
	That didn’t work, the father ripped the sheet away and turned the boy about and walloped his bare ass as hard as he possibly could.  “What the fuck did I tell you, you pissing little bastard!” and roughly he pressed the boy down onto the wetted bed, pushing the boy’s face into the wetness.
	With his arms locked behind him the boy could do nothing as his bare ass was tormented more and more with repeated walloping.  The boy’s head was shoved around and around the pissed in bed, all the while his bare ass was being blistered.
	Wendsy was furious.
	‘Stop it!’ she demanded.
	‘Stop it!’ demanded September, seeings as how the man did not cease his actions with Wendsy’s command.
	But the man did not comply.
	He pushed and held the boy’s head right into the wetness, then unleashed from his pajamas his manly-fatherly cock.  Wendsy raised an eyebrow.
	The boy tried and tried, winced in pain and serious discomfort as his father positioned himself behind and began ramming not nicely his cock into where it shouldn’t be.
	“Take it all, motherfucker!” bitched-yelled the boy’s father.  “I fucking told yer ass the next time you pissed the bed I was gonna fuck you up!”
	The man harshly began tormenting his son badly, driving his manly bone DEEP into the boy’s rectum.  He pumped hard for a moment and then pulled out, smacking the horror stricken boy’s ass, then wrenching him to his knees.
	He took his gangly funky hard cock and crammed it into his son’s mouth.  The boy tried not to but was beaten near senseless.  The man stood back and ejaculated his splooge onto the boy’s face, then slapped him as hard as possible, knocking the boy out.
	He collapsed onto the floor in a heap, his father stood straddling him and urinated on him.  He was then kicked in the stomach before being wrenched up and tossed onto the bed.  The man was still filled with rage and though the boy was unconscious he was spanked and sodomized yet some more.
	‘ENOUGH!’ shouted Wendsy.
	Then, without thinking, she marched into the pool and “into” the image!
	The father of the unconscious boy stood still.  Wendsy still enraged punched him in the stomach and then brought her knee up as hard as she might.  The man doubled over and made unpleasant sounds, he also began to retch uncontrollably.
	September entered into the bedroom, he carried with him the stirring stick.  He brought it down onto the man’s backside, then shoved him with his foot.  The man stumbled and fell out into the hall.  Wendsy was still enraged and charged after him, she sent a flurry of psychic powers to the man, as well as unleashing a torrent of electrical charges from her fingers.
	September got on his hands and knees at the top of the stairs, as Wendsy unleashed her anger the Victim stumbled and bashed himself about down the short hall until encountering September.  Wendsy then unleashed the last of what she had and the man tripped over September, tumbling down the stairs breaking his back and neck.

	His first priority was to his sister.  After she had collapsed to the floor he grabbed her and returned to the bedroom.  Hovering in midair there was a shimmering watery-like wall.  It was fraught with ripples as he and Wendsy had just come thru moments earlier.  But, he could still see the cave beyond.  Wendsy he pushed thru first, then grabbed the naked unconscious boy and brought him through, too.

                                                     *****

Awash in Turmoil
	The tips of her fingers were seared and smelled of sulfur.  Her head hurt, terribly.  The condition made her dizzy and woozy.  A constant ringing in her ears was bothersome, as well.  In her eyesight she saw flickering after images she couldn’t make sense of; she saw, too, lightning.
	On the floor of the cave lay the unconscious boy, Joshua Simmons.
	He was slow to awake.  September looked to his sister Wendsy, in all their young lives neither had exhibited much about the affairs of brotherly/sisterly love; only the sexual kind.  Neither had come out and spoke the words, “I LOVE YOU”.  It was a different kind of relationship, they respected one another, they DID care for one another, they protected one another, etc.
	And though September was the older, it was Wendsy who was the leader.  It didn’t bother September.  And now, now he was to be mindful of Wendsy’s wrath.  He slowly wondered if HE had any mystical magical powers.  He kept an open mental note NOT to piss his sister off any time soon until he could find a defense or something to counteract her attack.
	Wendsy ran her fingers through the boy’s head.  She didn’t know why she had went off like she had, what had prompted it?  In past she would have been content to allow the outrageous beating continue, it was none of her affair.
	But there was something.
	Something hidden deep within her soul that not even August Moone had been able to find and uncover.  She had been beaten before, spanked harshly by brother September and Gunther Tallywick.  There was more to it than what there was.  Er, yeah.
	‘Maybe he needs some water.’ suggested September scooping up a handful of water from the only source of water.
	In her head her brother’s statement echoed, it sounded as if he were in a large empty warehouse, hanger, or cave of some sort.  She stared at him but made no mention of it.  He brought the two handfuls of water and splashed it onto the boy’s face.
	Almost instantly he awoke.
	And almost instantly the pain in Wendsy’s finger tips and her ears, head, etc. subsided.
	Weird is as weird does!

	To say the least the boy was frightened.  New surroundings, naked, two naked other people.  His last thoughts were of  his father beating him.
	“Don’t worry, your father can not beat you ever again.” cooed Wendsy.
	This didn’t help, the boy looked about wildly and scooted up to the carved/hewn steps.  He breathed hard and gulped for air.
	Wendsy stood, allowing him to get a nice look at her nudeness.
	The boy’s eyes widened and temporarily his fright was abated.
	“W-what’s going on?” he asked timidly.
	“Long story.” Wendsy said dryly.
	The boy relaxed, some.  He gulped and looked around at his new surroundings.  September stepped up to be beside his sister, she reached for his cock and handled it.  Josh stared with wide eyes and open mouth.  September’s prick enlarged and rubbed against Wendsy’s ass.  She turned and bent over, September humped her ass, crack, and hole.
	Naturally young Josh Simmons got wood.  Methodically he found himself masturbating.  His cock was near to spurting when Wendsy turned to face her brother, then go to her knees and handle the impressive schlong before her.  She kissed on the head and then engulfed the entire cock.
	Josh was beside himself.
	Wendsy cupped her brother’s balls and squeezed tight.  September humped her mouth and soon was ejaculating into her gullet.  Then it was Josh’s turn.  Wendsy swallowed her brother’s spunk, wiped his still cum shooting schlong on her face, stroked it quickly just a little more then faced the naked piss boy.
	Josh automatically opened his legs, exposing his young wares.  He was a lanky fart, blond hair all tousled up, hazel eyes, scrawny and young.  Wendsy approached him, he leaned back, legs open.  He was still frightened but Wendsy’s talented tongue & mouth took care of that.
	September caressed his sister ass, fingered the hole, then as she moved from sucking the newcomer and mounted the boy, guiding his cock into her cunny, September moved back to the imaging pool.

	 Darkness, brightness, a pulsing hue of red and yellow, then back to green.  Meaning?  Unknown.  He stirred.  Wendsy fucked.  September stirred.
	Soon an image began to appear in the swirling green lit waters, another forest.  Not Fall this time, lush green, logs, sparse.  Not deep woods, there seemed to be activity about.  The outer edges of the image was cloudy, as usual.  September had a fleeting thought, in like the rescue of Josh, could they merely step thru?  (and back?)
	The image came up a small hill and thru a park-like setting, just well manicured grass, walkways, water fountains, and trimmed trees & bushes.  There WERE people about, clothed, too.  Kids, adults, dogs.  
	Something seemed to be going on at one end of the park, it was Summer by the style of dress, or late Spring.  A large gathering of peoples and something of a Swap Meet in progress.  Well, not a weekend social gathering of peoples seeking deals on Grandma’s antique desk, old vinyl records, that couch no one wants, a spare tire to a car no one heard of, etc.  It was a Craft Bizarre.
	Trinkets, homemade things, knick-knacks, homemade books, this and that and that & this.  September wrinkled his nose (and thoughts) and licked his lips--lovely young girls and boys all about enticed him.  He began to masturbate, checked his sister who was now on bottom with Josh on top of her, ramming his ten year old pole into her asshole.
	He stopped circle jerking, fearing spilling his spunk and upsetting the image, and concentrating more on an unhappy lone girl about six.  She was addressed by an older girl, possibly her sister who was scolding her.  The little tyke then bolted and ran.  The older girl thought about it and was reprimanded by her peers.
	The older youth, a nice looker about 13 years felt badly and chased after the younger one.
	The first girl ran out across the park into the woods that bordered it.
	The older girl saw and ran after her, calling out, “Karen!  Karen!  Wait!”  She was with a nice rack, great tight ass in a pair of blue jeans, a denim jacket with a blue & white striped top.  Dark hair, green eyes, tomboy-type.
	The little girl she chased was blond headed, straight hair, glasses, small pearl white teeth, kid type clothes of jeans and a green top with a frog emblazoned on the front.
	The child ran to a log and sat there sulking and crying.
	The older girl came up short, looking onto the crying child.  She felt awful for being so cross with the little one.  “Karen, I-I’m sorry.” she came up and sat on the log with the child, the child, Karen, turned to face the other way.
	The older sibling reached out and touched the child’s shoulders, “Karen, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.”
	The little girl kept to herself, arms folded, sniveling.
	“But, you shouldn’t have taken those things, they didn’t belong to you.”
	“I was just borrowing them!” replied the young girl.
	“If you wanted them you should of asked.”
	“But I tried,” Karen returned, she turned and faced her older sib, “I tried to ask but YOU and Claudia wouldn’t play with me.”
	The conversation continued with September growing bored with it and about to stir the pool, when as the girls continued talking, holding hands, and the little girl showing her “secret” stash of ill-gotten loot from big step-sister Kristy’s best friend, the image shimmered and turned a bleak black.
	The girls could still be seen, the forest and all, but the imager shifted and September saw a different angle.  Over his shoulder Wendsy was 69ing Josh, jerking his little pud and devouring it while Josh devoured her.
	Back at the pool:
	Kristy and Karen were startled as they were not alone.  
	“Don’t move!” came a voice, a man came up out from a tree (or under a rock).  He was in camouflage clothing, either military or hunter.  He came close and said, “Don’t shriek, scream, or make any sudden moves.”
	Karen was consoled and held by her sister.  Kristy was all kinds of panicked.
	“We’re going to take this one step at a time.” said the man.
	“You’re gonna do what I say, what I want, or--”
	And in his hand he had a small gadget (oh no, not another one!).  It was like a small hand sized speaker in a black box.  On its sides were controls, thumb operated.  An ear piercing sound came from the speaker, it achieved an apex and then was heard no more.
	However, the Subjects, Kristy and Karen, were reacting by twitching hysterically on the ground.  Little Karen, like most kiddies, wet her pants.  Kristy wasn’t too far behind.  
	The effects of the sound effect lasted momentarily.  
	“Now, that I have your attention,” he semi sneered, “don’t mess with me.”  then, “Do as I say and you’ll get thru this.  Piss me off, and you won’t!” he smiled and sat on a boulder.  Kristy and Karen were still trembling and trying to gather themselves.  The stranger plucked up Karen and held her between his legs, he made sure Kristy could see the Convincing Inducer, the unspoken words were received, Kristy would comply.
	Karen sobbed.
	A survival knife was brought out and pressed against the child’s throat, the man’s demeanor changed, Kristy begged and pleaded.  
	“I wont harm her at all, so long as YOU do as I ask.”
	“Wh-what do you want?”
	“Take off your clothes!”
	Kristy nearly fainted.
	September grinned and got his sister’s attention, she wouldn’t want to miss this!

	Compliance was not immediate, but tolerated.  Kristy looked to his distraught sister, wetting her pants more and more, the stranger, the knife he had, the other “object.”
	‘Should we do anything?’ September asked of his sister.
	She didn’t immediately answer.
	In the imager Kristy debated with herself about the impossible situation.  Wendsy mulled it over, wrinkled her nose and said via a Mindlink, 
	‘Take off your clothes, one at a time.’
	A sort of “calm” came over the teen, she rolled her shoulders and then kicked off her shoes.  Blue ankle length socks she wore, she took those off, too.  September’s eyes were glued to her, anticipating.  Joshua slowly came up, on weak trembling knees, mouth open as he tried finger out the scene in the pool.
	Kristy removed her denim jacket, paused, gulped, and then slipped off her top.  A nice rack she had, young, thirteen, perfectly shaped.  Wendsy shot a glance to her every horny brother.  September had bent his body so as his ass/hips were back far enough that were jerking off and the subsequent ejaculation spill wouldn’t upset the pool.
	Kristy undone her bra, paused for reflection, but was encouraged by Wendsy.  The bra was cast off and she hooked her thumbs into her jeans’ belt loop.  Her face screwed up and she had a hard time continuing to comply.
	‘I need you help.’ Wendsy said to her brother.
	Together the two sent the same message, ‘Undo your pants, take them off.’
	That helped.  Kristy unzipped, unbuttoned and slid them down.
	Though Josh had fucked, cum, cum and fucked, was stroked and masturbated, sucked and sucked and sucked, his young pud achieving much pleasure as never before, he got serious wood as thirteen year old Kristy stood clad in light pink panties.  Bikini style.
	Josh could hardly breath.  “Wow.” he said aloud.
	‘Take your panties down.’ said Wendsy-September.
	Slowly there was compliance.  
	Little Karen trapped between the stranger’s knees sniveled, but looked on in awe as her sister stood naked.
	“Oh shit!“ breathed Josh.
	‘Yep.’ replied September.
	
	“Turn around.” said the stranger.
	On her own, Kristy did so.  She trembled and held her emotions in check, slowly aware that she WAS totally naked, out in the open, with her sister and a complete stranger!
	“Bend over!” said the stranger.
	Kristy needed a little “extra” help for that to happen.
	Kristy bent over, she pulled her cheeks open and the stranger admired it.  So did Josh and September.  The poor hapless girl languished this way for some time; then,
	“L-lay down, on your clothes.” stammered the man nervously.
	Compliance!
	She opened her legs with knees spread.  It was a nice-nice view of her poon.  A nice coverage of dark pubes concealing her love entrance.
	“Finger it.” said the man.
	‘Finger it.’ said Wendsy-September.
	Whether she was an expert or not wasn’t clear, but diligently Kristy began fingering her poon.  It was noticed her body tensed up as she did this, her breathing increased, her mouth undulated, breasts perked right up!
	Wendsy moved from her position to around the pool, just a thought.
	She squatted and shook her head as she got a little dizzy, but soon the image adjusted for her and she could see the stranger with the little girl between his legs.  (As if Wendsy were looking from Kristy’s point of view.)  Here the stranger was feeling up little Karen, she had wet herself good in her fright, but was unaware of being fondled.
	The man THEN pulled into view (he had to stop fondling Karen to do it) a ditty bag.  From it he pulled out an object.  A dildo.  A lifelike replica of a man cock!  It was thick, it was not “erect” but dropped just a tad.  It was off-white, but not dark.  It had a pair of testicles, oversized.  No pubes.  It was about 8-inches in length with a bulbous tip.
	Kristy’s eyes popped right out of her head.  She gulped and fought to breathe.  The “cock” was tossed to her.  Instead of catching it she back peddled like a crab.  The phallic lay on her clothes, landing right on her panties.
	Wendsy felt she was losing control.
	‘I need your help.’ she stated to her brother.

	Kristy held the schlong in her hands, one hand cupping the bare testes, the other hand caressing the knob.  Her eyes ran up and down the mighty cock like it was a jelly roll.  She was also a little frightened and aghast.
	“Suck it.”
	Kristy looked up to the strange man, very strange.  Her eyes said it all, ‘Come Again?’  ‘Are You Kidding!?’  ‘You Must Be Joking!’  ‘No Fucking Way!’ among others.
	But with Wendsy and September backing her, Kristy wrapped her lips about the phallic member and sucked on the head.  It was her first, real or otherwise.  She stroked the schlong as if it were real, and “attached.”  Only half way could she swallow the prong.
	“Uh, now, now take the COCK, and rub it against your breasts.”
	Again Kristy needed help in this venture.
	But there WAS compliance.
	From the breasts Kristy was directed to rub the cock against her pussy.
	She was growing more and more frightened, though, and the act of rubbing her snatch with the fake but very porno-star life-like cock was almost too much for her.  But she did it.
	She didn’t put up much of a fuss, either, when ordered to slip the dong into her pussy.
	“Are you a virgin?” he asked as she balked.
	Timidly she nodded that it was so.
	“Ever take it up the ass?”
	Kristy’s face went ashen, mouth open, eyes bulging.
	“I’ll take that as a ‘No’.” he said.
	“You’ve never fondled a guy’s prick?”
	Kristy shook her head No.
	The Johnny John SuperDong entered just part way into the virgin cunny, stopping at the hymen and going no further.  Thankfully, and surprisingly, the stranger didn’t force her to fuck herself fully.  He DID, though, have her try and sodomize herself.
	The stranger DID have Kristy come to him on her knees.
	Kristy complied, carrying the dildo with her.
	“Put it in her mouth.” said the man very seriously.
	This was met with some awe.  Wendsy was impressed.  Kristy was not.
	The knife the man had came to rest against the child’s chest, he squeezed his knees closer to her body.  Kristy began to lose emotional control.  The man activated the Convincer and both Kristy and Karen freaked out.
	It was only activated momentarily.  Kristy lay on the ground trembling and shaking.  “That was on setting One.  There are nine more settings, no one has ever made it passed level Four.” then after a brief pause, “Wanna try?”
	Kristy did not.
	On her own with trembling hands, shaking tensed head, she placed the cock tip to Karen’s sweet six year old mouth.  “Go on, honey, suck it.” she cooed to the little one.
	The image shimmered at that point, just as the cock head went into the crying little girl’s mouth.  (no picture in picture here.)  The new image had a boy, about Kristy’s age, nice looking, lots of unstyled hair, good clothes.
	He was presumably in the same area.  He was not alone.  He was lip locked with a nice young girl, also 13-ish.  They were in the woods, secluded from others.  Down on the flat before the slight hill into the woods a small group of girls (various ages but average 13) were in a so-so search pattern.  Small young boys accompanied, too.
	Friends of the missing Kristy & Karen.
	The two amorous lip-lockers were a part of the search pattern, but going about it in their own way.  The girl wore a knee-length dress, dark red with black blocks.  A nice dress.  Long super fine semi-style brown hair.  Very pleasing to the eye, in a Girl Next Door sort of way.  Nothing striking, soft comely appeal.
	Her amorous boyfriend had a strong lip lock on her, Frenching.  Her hands were on his backside, HIS were up and down her back, copping a quick feel of her ass.
	When the girl didn’t slap his face, he did it again.
	And then again.
	And then he left his hand stay there and squeeze the cheeks.
	The girl moved HER hand down and squeezed briefly HIS ass.
	They continued kissing, not even coming breaking for air!
	The girl then, THEN brushed the back of her hand to the boy’s bulge.  He wore gray jeans; tight, too.  That almost caused the boy to loosen his mouth about hers.  His eyes popped open, but the remained in a deep lip lock.
	Soon the boy was inching up the dress.
	The girl was caressing the bulge, squeezing his balls!
	The dress came up and “Logan” caressed the panty clad ass, squeezing each cheek before slipping his hand inside the undies.  No adverse reaction from the girl, Hanna.
	Half a minute later and Hanna broke the enduring lip-lock, fishing out Logan’s cock.  She held it in her hand while Logan took a break, sniffing her hair and breathing hard.
	He had more reason to breathe hard as Hanna dropped to her knees, admired the cock, and then uncharacteristically for her, she began sucking on the cock.
	The imager shimmered again…