August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 5
Amazing, Simply Fucking Amazing!

	An array of colors blasted into her eyes, she couldn’t breathe, it was like drowning.  She heard what sounded like trumpets ascending in notes.  The colors were like swatches, encircling here and swirling in so fast that they all began to run together.
	Suddenly she was wrenched back and landed unceremoniously onto the Cave floor.  She grunted and lost some lung air.  When she recovered the elaborate rainbow-light show was just diminishing from the pool of which it had come.
	Garson stood behind her, no one had been able to move they were so captivated by the incredible happening in the Pool.  To describe it was difficult, it seemed to be different to everyone.  September reported that it was like a fairy tell/Leprechaun rainbow, shooting up from the center and then exploding like fireworks when hitting the ceiling. 
	Then, a mass of ribbon-like colors came out and wrapped about Wendsy, she was mostly engulfed when Garson snatched her by the shoulder and wrenched her out.
	It wasn’t known if that was a good thing or what.
	Wendsy sorta thought that it was.
	What had happened or why was not known.
	The Pool remained a shimmering black/silvery color, like quicksilver.
	There were ripples a-plenty that took a long time to settle.
	Wendsy sat at the edge for a long while.  The others dispersed.
	‘Thank you.’ Wendsy said via Mindlink.
	Garson shrugged and looked sheepish about it.

	It was four hours before the quicksilver-colored water segued back to the crystalline pristine water color she was used to.  A sense of normalcy?  Not much happened with the “others”, Logan, Kristy, Karen, and Hanna kept to themselves as a whole.  Josh and Jackie just kept to themselves, wandering up to the only (apparently) entrance/exit tunnel.  
	September warned them not to venture too far so they didn’t.  There wasn’t much else to do; no tv, no radio, no video games, not even any board games!  The only thing was …  
	There was the Imager, when it was working.
	And although the desire was strong in most of them, actually carrying thru with the “desire” was nipped.  No one seemed to be really “in the mood.”  Which was okay, can’t fuck ALL the time!  
	
	After some noshing on grapes and passion fruit, a little of this and some of that, walking naked about the Cave-home wall seeing if there were any more hidden niches/alcoves, Wendsy grew bored.  She realized that quickly the newness of the environment could dull.
	There wasn’t a whole lot to do--except fuck.  Eat, sleep, fuck.
	Their entertainment came from the Imaging Pool.  She dared not risk going out of the Cave, she feared not getting back in.   Bedwetting boy Joshua was doing better, smiling more and not always “hard.”  Logan was hard, though, nearly constantly.  Logan only mildly wondered about how he (and the others) had come; they had been in Stonybrook one moment, and then in the Cave the next.  It was just a little perplexing.
	Kristy had other issues, but it was natural.  She didn’t mind what she did with little boys, herself, and secret desires; but the molesting of little Karen bothered her.
	Hanna had no problem with it.  As long as no one (of any age or sex) was hurt during the process, go for it!  Jackie had been shy, but going naked with the girls was cool and he soon adapted.  Banging Karen was cool, screwing Kristy and Hanna was cooler!
	Garson continued to remain mostly to himself.  He remained clothed, too.  He was odd, and not really as awful as Kristy thought him to be, he was just desperate and had no way to “release” the pent up sexual tension dwelling/seething within him.  Only by seeing others sexually involved did he have some semblance of “release.”
	He came up close to watch as Karen was “prompted” (by Wendsy) to slurp the schlong of Josh.  While she did so Logan stepped up behind her and caressed her delightful young ass with his cock, going up the young girl’s crack and then striving to make anal entry.  Karen was firmly latched onto Josh’s bedwetting cock, cupping his hairless tezzies with one hand while working the cock with the other.  She was getting used to the blatant naughtiness.
	Kristy sat nearby, methodically fingering herself watching.  
	Hanna lay nearby with young Jackie on her, fucking her good with his little eight year old cock.  Hanna was thoroughly involved and enjoying him, caressing his ass and helping him to fuck.
	Garson placed his hand onto Logan’s ass.  Logan continued penetrating Karen’s ass, a little apprehensive about being fondled by a man.  Garson also laid his hand onto Josh’s ass.  The man was sweating and gulping for air.  Josh began to cum and fill Karen’s mouth.  She was used to sucking cock, but not thrilled with the juice that spilled from it.  She spat the goo out and made terrible displeasing faces.
	The girl then did lay out on the floor of the Cave, opening her legs.  Garson looked to Wendsy who was close by.  He knew.  Sort of.  She gave him nothing but her typical stoic expression.  Jackie left Hanna, Josh replaced him.  Jackie with a nice boner erect came and settled on Karen, entering her poon while Logan caressed her ass and ejaculated onto it.
	The boy pulled the girl’s cheeks open, diddling her hole and giving the odd Garson still clothed in camys a thrill.  Garson nodded and indicated that he did so enjoy the deed.  He looked closer to see Jackie’s young pud sliding in and out of Karen’s six year old cunny.
	‘Wendsy!’ Mind-shouted September.  He had been nodding off by the Imaging Pool when there was suddenly some activity.
	The water was vibrating.  A new nuance.  It shimmered black with silver white caps, then went still like glass.  Everyone shrieked out as suddenly from the middle sprang up another fountain.  It cascaded back down to form a viewing portal.
	In it was seen a horror beyond horror, a nuclear explosion.
	Where and when and where was not known.  The Cave dwellers could only see the effects of the bright yellow/orange explosion and the shock wave destroying landscape, buildings, everything.  The mushroom cloud soared up in virtual slow motion shortly thereafter.
	“Sweet Jesus!” mouthed Garson.
	When all the Dwellers looked to him, he shook his head and explained that in certain parts of the world, fanatics were equipped with nuclear devices, bombs, and means of massive destruction.  Tensions were getting high in the third world countries, egos were clashing and it was getting ugly and didn’t look good for mankind.
	“We just might be in the right place after all.” he said at end.
	Everyone had thoughts to their own.  This was not good, no, not good at all.

Bringing in the Sheep
	Shortly after midnite the Imager stirred to life.
	It opened to reveal merely a forest.  For half an hour the scene did not waver.  Then like a hand gliding across the surface the scene changed slowly to a densely populated woodland.  It was lush green.  The scene paused and then began zooming quickly.  It gave Wendsy a sickly unpleasant feeling she didn’t care for, it didn’t seem to bother September, though.
	The Imager’s surface shimmered and seemed to be disturbed, the surface vibrated and Wendsy backed up, expecting a torrent of fountain gushing up like before.  There was no image, the surface was black, quicksilver-like.  
	Then it settle to be more like a sheen layer of obsidian.
	The image parted in the middle like an oval, it was a forest again, but different.  It was very green, extremely green.  But a forest normal just the same.  There were tall mountains in the background, hills, lush scenery all around.
	‘Hey, look!’ commented September.  Wendsy looked and saw two people running, running very fastly.  Behind them giving chase was a giant.
	A giant!?
	A GIANT!?

	The giant was big, as most giants are.
	He was a little on the green side, too.  He looked dopey, none-too-bright, lumbered along in an awkward kind of gait, and wielded a BIG club.  The Imager focused on those of which he was chasing.
	‘Holy shit!’ murmured Wendsy.
	Hunter.
	It was Hunter and some naked chick!
	Wendsy & September made with the “rescue.”

	Hunter looked up to Wendsy as he lay panting, it would be a while before his heart and lungs got back to normal mode.  His legs hurt badly from the intense running.  From behind them in the Imaging Pool a “HUGE” giant GREEN hand dramatically thrust upward, shook its fist and then was obliterated into a thousand micro squares that turned to dust and was gone.
	“Welcome.” spoke Wendsy.  She didn’t say “Welcome Home” cause she didn’t know exactly “where” home was.
	Hunter still laying on the floor of the umber-colored cave looked up to her panting, he shot a quick look behind him and panted “G-g-giant!”
	“Not to worry, he’s gone.”
	Hunter wasn’t overly convinced.  
	“He’s right behind us!”
	Wendsy squatted before him, her hand to his cheek.  ‘Calm yourself, the giant is no more.’
	This act of “calming” took a moment, Hunter was most petrified.
	Alice looked around and seemed mortified.  She was shocked, awed, and deeply confused
	Hunter was relieved.  Greatly.  He had missed Wendsy.  (but now there was a NEW bitch in his life.  Er, love interest.)  His story of traipsing about the Giant’s abode, interacting with “Jack” who was more of a pest and got them in trouble with his foolish rescuing of the Goose and the Golden Harp(ie) was something.  Hunter had a shit load of stories to tell.  
	Settling down first was priority.  
	After some settling, it was discovered that “Alice” could see!
	How or why wasn’t clear, too many possibilities.  But she could “see” Hunter, as well as Wendsy, September; Logan, Kristy, Karen, Hanna; Joshua, Jackie, and Garson.
	She was semi used to being naked with Hunter, she was used to “going” naked with Hunter, but in among the others was a bit much.
	Pixie Dust!  (Wonderful Stuff!) to the rescue!

	There was still the business of “settling” down; everyone included.  Though there were still strong feelings between Wendsy & Hunter, their time separated had strained, and Hunter had found a new love.  Returned to the presence of the odd and very strange girl Hunter was abashed, ashamed, shy, and etc.  he was, too, still “warm for her form.”
	But then of course; there too, was Karen, Kristy, and Hanna to contend with.  Lovely bitches, naked, lovely, and naked.  There was apprehension in regards to the presence of Garson, Hunter lightly feared another “Gunther Tallywick.”
	Wendsy assured him the Garson was no Gunther.
	That remained to be seen.
	The Pixie Dust! (Wonderful Stuff!) was let on only to Wendsy and September.  After a goodly rest, some food and drink, a brief tour of the new abode, Hunter once more sank his cock into Wendsy.  
	Logan had his eyes on Alice, despite being naked she still exhibited the composure of her Victorian prim & proper upbringing.  Of course, she was new.  She was young.  She was pretty.  And Hunter had been banging her for quite some time.  Jackie and Joshua had desires for her, too.
	Hunter knew the other Cocks of the Cave wanted to shag Alice, his Alice.  He wanted to fuck Kristy and Hanna (and Karen), too.  Wendsy helped in that department, Hunter was easy and really had no qualms for the other Cocks of the Cave to scrog his Alice, so long as he got the chance-opportunity to nail the other Cunts of the Cave.
	Wendsy knew this.  She kept to herself her feelings for Hunter.  She DID like him, and she DID like-like him.  Which made their situation uncomfortable.  Hunter knew it.  Wendsy was his first love.  Although their love was rather unique and had come about in an odd and unique way, they had been separated for a long time (well, it seemed like a long time).  Hunter had encountered and fell in love with Alice.
	Wendsy was lightly pained by this, she did not overly know or embrace happiness, it was not her character.  But she felt the loss of their unique friendship.  To Hunter it was awkward.  He was happy to see her, relieved.  They had snuck off together behind the boulders shortly after his ‘return.” They held hands and kissed, but nothing serious there.  Then, in the bedroom alcove they occupied one of the “beds” and fucked deliriously with some passion.
	But it wasn’t 100% passion.  It was just to fuck.
	Alice was “calmed” and Logan was her first.  He got her privately in his own cubical sleeping niche, balling her Missionary, side by side, her on top, doggie, and back to Missionary.
	He emptied his love tool into her three times during their coupling.  He sucked on her chest, her mouth, and gave her a pump in the ass before having his fill.
	After she had bathed and rested a bit, Joshua took his turn, then Wendsy had Jackie bang her, too.  Hunter was still feeling awkward, he had longed to be back with Wendsy, and now that he had it was odd.  There were feelings and issues to deal with.
	While he dealt with those issues he fucked Kristy.  Kristy and Hanna and Karen--were mostly for the most part their ownselves.  All of the Cave dwellers were, only a few times was it necessary to “calm” them to make them more agreeable towards open blatant sex.
	Hanna and Logan were the two most at ease--other than Wendsy & September.  Joshua was a little timid about it, Jackie was at times a little apprehensive, but enjoyed prancing about naked.  He mostly wanted to play and FUCK all the time.  He sometimes felt a little embarrassed about it all, but got over it soon enough.
	Karen was somewhat oblivious to the fact that they shouldn’t be going about so naked.  She had installed morals, it was not natural to go naked or to have such outrageous sexual relations--but so as everyone else was doing so, she was willing, too.  It was sort of kind of like a game or something.  Or something.
	On the second night of his return to Wendsy & September Hunter sat in the main room, looking into the Stirring/Imaging/Transporter Pool.  He was shared some stories of Wendsy & September, their adventures separated, the Cave and the Imaging Pool.
	They sat close together, shoulder to shoulder; thoughts to their own.
	Suddenly there was activity in the Pool.  It began to shimmer and vibrate.  The water made noise as it shimmered & vibrated, then it settled to an absolute stillness and returned to a glass-like status.
	Before Hunter to could ask, “What the fuck?” the pool began to pulsate its all too familiar green glow.  Then, up from the middle a towering geyser shot up and then settled down to reveal a “scene” in the pool.

Vengeance is a Mother!
	The scene opened to a forest.  A clearing.  Suspended from four hewn posts from the forest was a woman, her head suspended/supported by a sling.  She was face down with three foot clearance, spread eagled-like.  Her wrists and ankles wrapped in a sheepskin to prevent the ripping of the skin.
	She was semi-conscious and aware of her “status.”
	She was also naked.
	Also in the clearing was a man.  He was clothed, he was tall, trimmed hair and well groomed, a dark beard, rounded face, hazel eyes.  He seemed professional despite his rugged clothing.  
	Suspended by four posts also was another, a young woman about 20-21 years or so.   Short dishwater blond hair, her head supported by a sling, equally suspended and also naked.
	A little boy about 6 years or so was “tethered” to a post by the neck.  He was clothed and sat quietly by the post he was connected to.  Nearby was a pretty 8 year old also tethered with a dog leash that was locked at the clasp, the tether was a typical dog’s cable.
	And one more victim, another girl about 11 years young was also tethered by the wrists & ankles.  She was standing, she was gagged, she had been crying.  She wore good clothes, jeans and a dark red top.  Super curly brown hair, brown eyes, a very nice looking girl with a tight butt and a nice chest.	
	The man wondered about the clearing, clearing away debris and sizing up his prey.  Hunter looked on in amazement, Wendsy looked on to see what was going to happen next.

	The beard man squatted before the woman, ran his fingers thru her hair, caressed her cheek.  She began to awaken, was groggy and the full realization of what had happened to her had not yet set in.
	The man moved down her body, caressing it until he came to her ass.  Here he spanked.  Hard.  Then kneaded the cheeks and ran his fingers up the crack.  The woman began to awaken a little more earnestly.
	The realization that she was in a DEEP trouble freaked her and she began to thrash about.  The bearded man smacked her ass.  The suspended woman tried to turn her head to see who was assaulting her, but the sling her chin rested it prevented her from doing so.  The man unleashed his penis and urinated onto her ass.  
	The man returned his wang to his pants and walked around to the side and over to the eleven year old.  She was sitting down with a blind fold and gag bandana.  The man removed them, caressed the girl’s cheek and smiled at her.  The girl grew panicky, losing her color and ability to breathe.
	She struggled with the tether-cable binding her wrists.  In a feeble voice she whimpered, “I’m sorry, daddy.”
	To wit the beard man shrugged, winked at her and consoled her shoulder, then lowered his hand down her backside until coming to her tightly clad butt.  Here he did caress it, squeeze it, fondle.  When she distressed over this and moved about despite being hobbled, the bearded “daddy” smacked her ass hard.
	The Suspended Woman could well enough see this going on and was seriously freaking out.  The other woman, younger, was still unconscious and had not yet “awakened” from her drug induced stupor.
	The man looked to her, smiled, then moved over to the two kids, they were not blindfolded or gagged, just drugged.  They were coming around, both had peed themselves.  The “daddy” caressed the children, their cheeks, their shoulders, and worked down to their ass.  The Suspended Mother wrenched in her bindings but only caused herself more distress.
	The man, Kevin Kraves, knelt before the two young kids, hugged them, caressed them all over again, then tugged down their pants and underwear.  
	The Suspended Mother, Susan, went ballistic.
	But there was naught she could do.
	The father tugged the kids’ underwears down, too.
	He then re-caressed the two, dragging his finger up their ass crack and fondling them in front.  The kids tolerated the assault just a little, they were still mildly under the influence of being drugged.
	They were mildly aware of what WAS happening to them, they knew it was wrong and so, but their fussing was curbed some by the drugs they had been slipped.  
	Kevin, formerly Father of the Year, waltzed over to the oldest child.  She was still out.  He caressed her cheek, ran his hands down her nakedness, squeezed and kneaded her ass, fingered her.  Susan could turn her head just so, her eyes were huge, the concept of her predicament was hard to take, let alone the horror of it.
	Kevin then unleashed several hard, very hard, smacks to the ass, she was the oldest of his children at twenty-one.  He seemed to be a little pissed off and needed to enact vengeance.  After head ass had turned red, he stood back against a nearby tree, glaring at her.  
	The heel of his hand he used against his bulge, he was seething with anger.  Down came his pants, off came his shirt.  He was back too far, out of sight for Susan to see, she couldn’t see him until he was totally nude and had stepped up to the oldest child, Katey.
	Susan again began to freak out in horror, her husband got up between Katey’s body and pressed his rock hard hardness against her ass.  He ran it  between her pussy, her cheeks, and then he began making an earnest assault on entering her.
	He pumped a bit in one or the other “holes”, much to the dismay of her mother suspended just a few feet to one side.  The assaulter turned to watch his dear wife, he nodded and said, “Yeah, I was poking her in the ass when she was Kellie’s age, and a little before that!”
	Susan was losing all color, she was heaving, retching.  “Kellie” was trying her best to unleash herself, but the dog cable run was tightly fastened to her and she was going no where.
	Her father moved to the front of Katey, he wrenched her head up and stuffed her mouth with his cock.  Apparently, the funk of his cock and musty groin was enough finally to awaken her.
	She totally freaked out in a panic.
	He moved from the eldest daughter-child back to the young ones.  He pushed the eight year old girl to her knees and forced her to suck him.  She did so amidst a lot of wailing and bellering.  Thereafter she was stood and harshly smacked on her bare ass.  He then locked her between his body and left arm, then pulled her cheeks open to reveal to her distraught mother and oldest sister the mere fact that her anus was equally not virginal.
	Roughly he sodomized the child’s anus with his fingers, then not nicely he placed her on the ground and wrestled with her, having to smack her ass hard to settle her down.  (She needed a dose of Pixie Dust! (Wonderful Stuff!).  While she screamed & wailed inaudibly, her tethered/hobbled legs were wrenched up.  Her soiled pants and panties were twisted and bound at her already bound ankles.  Her young legs went up his bare chest and his manly fatherly cock began forcing its way into her young cunny.

	The boy was next.
	He was six.  Merely six.  He had yet to be sexually violated, but in the past he had been spanked and finger fucked.  Now he was rightfully sodomized by a vengeful father.  The boy was harshly placed on all fours, spanked until he screamed inaudibly, then buggered.  His young sibling lay curled up terrified and wailing beside them, her young pussy and asshole bleeding from repeated penetrations.
	He had yet to cum.  He left the boy and returned to his eldest child, spanking bare handed and then roughly sodomizing her.  He got into her pussy and when he felt the stirrings of orgasm quickly came about to her pretty face and ejaculated onto and into her.
	He rubbed his penis all over face, urinating on her and humping her hair.  Squatting down before her, he held her hair by his hand, “It’s only the beginning, my lying backstabbing bitch!”
	He moved to the youngest daughter, positioned her doggie-style and sodomized her just as well.  When done, he pulled her cheeks open to show her big sister and freaking out breaking down mother her gooey fresh fucked cum oozing asshole.
	To his wife’s ass he returned, spanking her ass bare handed until her cheeks were flaming.  Then deftly and violently he pegged her therein until his legs trembled and he had to fall away.
	His eyes settled on his Kellie.  If it hadn’t been for her, none of this would be happening.  With his funky cock dripping and stood before her, glaring at her.  Young Kellie trembled and peed.  Her father continued to glare at her until….
	Until?
	There was a sudden change; around the rim of the Imaging Pool there was a vibration.  At the place where Kevin was having his one on one with his family, there was something in the air.  The sky suddenly darkened.  Kevin left the family and the “scene.”
	The Imager remained focused on the harrowed family.
	Wendsy contemplated a rescue.
	The vibration around the pond increased; but the scene remained steady.  “Kellie” looked about, assessing the horrible situation, bawling and carrying on so.  But she, too, was trying to get a better grip on the situation, seeing if there was anything she could do.
	She tried squeezing her young hands through the constricting dog cable binding her hands, but they were clasped tight with a mini-lock to them, too.  She moved to the post, the end of the cable had been wrapped about the six foot post that had been firmly implanted into the ground.  It was fastened in place by carpenter brads.  With all her strength and might and dire determination she began freeing herself, leastways wrenching the cable free of the fastener.
	She was curious about what was happening in the sky.  She looked up but the Imager only remained focused on her.  Wendsy and September could only see that it had suddenly gotten darker.
	Kellie began trying to work her way up the post, her pants and underwear were twisted at her still bound ankles.  The dog cable was all one, binding her wrists and ankles, but the cable was now free to move along the post.
	Her mother managed to blurt out, “Hurry, Kellie, hurry!”
	Her big sister was totally out of her mind and couldn’t speak.  Her siblings huddled together crying and peeing on one another.  Kellie got some splinters in her hands and face and was almost to the point whereas she could loop the cable over the post and be free of it--when her father made a dramatic return.
	
	“Jesus-fucking-Christ!” he said, he put his hands on his knees, panting and breathing hard.
	Kellie fell to the ground with a thud, but was free of the post she had been tethered to.  She stayed still.
	“What?” asked Susan sensing something even more terrible than what her husband was doing to them.
	The man continued to breathe hard, he shook his head and looked pathetically to his wife, “They’ve done it.” he breathed hard, it had been a long run to his truck and back.
	“What?” she said wriggling in her constraints.
	“Nuke--some nukes have just blown up.”
	“Oh my God?  Where?” her immediate plight of seeing her family raped and brutalized by her husband had now changed.
	“Washington, LA, St. Louis, Houston.”
	Susan once more lost all color.
	“Nukes are going off all over; it’s the end, World War Three.”
	The vibration in the Pond grew more intense.
	Wendsy looked to her brother and nodded.  September placed the stirring stick into the water to keep the Imaging Scene intact while his sister made the rescue.

                                              *****

	His eyes widened as she stood, butt naked, young, and definitely not a virgin.  Her dark hair, almost pale body (despite her blatant nudity) and very young demeanor was something.  
	The glimmering/shimmering wall of pulsing green/quicksilver water behind her was also something.
	“If you want to live, come with me.” she said.
	The man, Kevin Kraves, stared at her, “W-who are you?”
	“Long story.  And we don’t have time.  This world is ending, but there is another.”
	Kevin gulped and looked to his fucked up wife.  This hadn’t gone quite as planned.  A huge US bomber plane soared rumbling overhead.  The sky was filled with fighter jets, despite being high in the mountains, the sounds of horns and chaos from the valley below could be heard.
	“W-where is--what is--?  The man tried to see beyond the five-by-seven foot wall behind the nude girl.
	“That’s a long story, too.” she replied.  She remained standing still, just inches from the Wall of the Watery Door.  She was stoic and gave off no expression whatsoever.
	Kevin gulped again, he looked about, looked to the sky.
	“What is this other place, where does it go, how many others?”
	“You ask too many questions.” Wendsy finally said exhibiting a little impatience.  “If you want to live, then come with me.  If you wish to stay here to face you fate…”
	She knew that she could “will” the man into doing anything, she could will any of them, and would.  But first, she would see if the family destroyer would be willing.
	He moved to his wife, knelt before her.
	She was still in the throws of dealing with what had happened, the assault, the kidnapping, the abuse.
	‘I can make them more willing.’
	“What?” Kevin turned to face Wendsy.  He didn’t understand.
	‘I have special abilities, one of which gives me the ability to will others into a more “agreeable” form of being.’
	“Y-you mean you can make them--”
	‘Yes.’ she said cutting him off before he spilled the beans and the family grew aware and would therefore possibly cause problems.
	There was a long pause.  Then, he shrugged and caressed his wife’s head.  His drooping cock hung close by.  Wendsy closed her eyes, cracked her neck, rubbed her own butt and then….
	To everyone’s surprise Susan-mother-wife reached for and took into her mouth his cock.  She gobbled it and sucked it to life.
	Kevin enjoyed, gulped and looked to the naked girl.

	Kevin Kraves.  A husband, father, top notch self-employed construction engineer.  He was early forties, tall, lean, rugged, bearded.  He was also a “convict”; convicted of molesting his daughters Katey & Kellie.  His eldest daughter, Katey, had repressed the sexual abuse, it only occurred during her early pre-teen years, ending when she entered into junior high.
	When eleven year old Kellie brought the abuse she was “receiving” to her teacher, the lid was blown off.  And at first daughter Katey was supportive of her father and not her ten year young sister.
	But then, as the “trail” labored on and it DID look as if Kellie had made up the abuse as a result of being pissed off at being harshly disciplined, Katey suddenly made the realization and it all came back to her.  When she (and Kellie) and acted up, talked back, got bitchy, fighting with their siblings, something--disciplinarian dad (Kevin) would take them into the bathroom or their bedroom, lay them across the toilet, tub, or bed, pants them and the spank them hard until their young tender flesh was searing. 
	Then, THEN, he would unleash his fatherly prick and sodomize them.
	Both girls came together and rallied against their tormenting father.
	He was convicted and sent away.
	Susan divorced him while he was away and she moved on with her life.
	Kevin served six months, was released on a technical foul-up.  Before he could be recaptured, he “disappeared”; not resurfacing for three months, at his former home.
	Here he did kidnap his family, drugging them with a concoction he had learned while in lock-up.  The future for his family had not been welded into concrete, he didn’t know (or little less cared).  He was only interested in enacting/venting revenge.  What happened to them thereafter he didn’t care.  He was an “escaped” con, he know longer had a future, a life.  
	He was amazed at Wendsy.  After undoing his daughter Kellie, he found her suddenly “willing.”  She was calm, she stood with her clothes at her ankles, remaining still.
	Wendsy did so then exhibit a small minute smile, a devil’s smile.
	Though there was not a lot of time, Kevin came to his daughter, went to his knees and caressed her ass.  She did not react as he thought she would, or should.  She remained still.
	Kevin looked passed her to Wendsy.  Wendsy hid her smile and stared back.  Kevin caressed his daughter’s ass, digging a finger into her asshole.  Kellie remained still and non-emotional.  Kevin then stood and pressed his cock against her, he took her hand and had her cup his balls, took her hand to his ass and made her dig into his own hole.
	He pushed her to her knees and guided his funky cock into her mouth.
	He was amazed.  He was convinced.
	“You, you have her, controlling her?” he asked after pumping into her mouth a bit.  (He was also mildly curious and amazed that Wendsy was so calm about the ordeal.)
	Wendsy nodded.
	Kevin looked over his shoulder to the other members of his family.
	“Them too?” he asked.
	‘Yes.’ Wendsy simply answered.
	‘Wendsy, hurry!’ shouted September suddenly, ‘This pool is starting to vibrate like crazy!’
	‘We’re out of time, we must go.’ Wendsy said to Kevin.
	He went firstly to his other bound daughter, Kara and then young son, Ken.  They were brought to Wendsy and she ushered them thru, including Kellie.  Kevin looked around the “wall”, he had no choice but to believe it was a secret portal to another place.
	Another huge bomber thundered in the skies above.  At the horizon there was an explosion, a nuclear device had been detonated and was impressive.
	Quickly and fumbly Kevin fought to free his wife and remaining daughter.  He had just gotten them thru when he felt the sting of radiation fallout.  He grabbed Wendsy as she seemed mesmerized and flung her (and he) thru the wall of water.

	Kevin Kraves-43, his wife Susan-43; their children Katey-21, Kellie-11, Kara-8, and Kenny-6 became the newest members to the cave, but not the last.  Already there was Wendsy and her brother September.  Then reunited Hunter with Alice.  Then Josh had come along.  Logan, Hanna, Kristy, and her sister Karen.  And not forgetting the no-sex Garson Gargon.
	After the Kraves family had come thru, with Kevin and Wendsy just barely, September could no longer maintain the Pond’s Imager and it dissipated to be replaced by a seething/teeming quicksilver vibration.  A mighty gusher shot upwards almost to the ceiling and then cascaded back in on itself.  The pond went black and glass-like still.  No pulsing green light, no nothing.
	“What does it mean?” September asked aloud.
	“It’s over.” said Garson.
	Some of the Cavers looked to him to elaborate.
	“We’ve blown ourselves up.” stated Kevin-the-newbie.
	No one moved, no one said anything.  It was over, the world they had been born in was gone, forever changed with nuclear winters, fallout, destruction on a world wide basis.
	It was sombering, a little humbling.  There would be no funny business, no hanky-panky, no sexual improprieties--not for a while, anyways. 
Ah, Togetherness
	The abstinence thing lasted a couple of hours.
	Wendsy observed Mr. Kevin overlooking the others of the Cave.  Kristy, Hanna, and Karen made him sweat and get hard.  He was still very naked.  His wife and children were still “bamboozled”, assured by Wendsy that they would “get on board” soon enough and be “no problem.”
	Daughters Kellie and Kara were still clothed, as was the son, Ken.  
	Though her mind was dulled and numbed by an unknown force, Kellie pulled up her clothes.  Noting that her sister Kara was with her clothes twisted at her ankles, she helped pull them up.  Young Ken pulled his own up.
	They were the only ones clothed, everyone else, save for the odd Garson, was nude.  Kevin was cool with that.  He mostly tried to keep his attention to the two available and lovely teens, Kristy & Hanna.  But Wendsy noted his eyes hovering to the lovely nude very preteen Karen.
	His dumbfounded wife and family needed a bit of rest, Wendsy put them to sleep before dinking with their minds.  They would be messed with later.  The Cave was magical, (duh!) and apparently noted the added-extra peoples as It provided more food, drink, and bathrooms.  Also more niches for sleeping.
	Karen was noticed traipsing off down one of the hidden corridors at which end was one of the three three hole shitters.  
	‘Follow her.’ suggested Wendsy to Kevin.  He gulped, sweated, felt a little embarrassed and was unsure.  But then looked to Karen and her wondrous lovely lily white ass.  His cock soared and he deeply desired her.  
	The “hidden” corridor was odd to Kevin, he determined it was some sort of optical illusion or some such junk.  Once inside he turned and could see out into the Cave’s main room easily enough.  The hidden corridor was dimly lit, kind on the eyes.  The temperature moderate.  There were niches along the wall containing butt wipe papyrus paper, moss-like moist towelettes, something that was later eventually determined to be douches, butt plugs, anal beads, dildos, lubricating jelly.
	The little girl hopped up onto one of the three available stone holes.  She giggled and blushed when seeing the nude Mr. Kevin.  Wendsy had come into the hidden corridor but remained close to the entrance.  Karen was bashful, giggly, giddy, and so on; but she was, too, controlled and therefore not afraid or overly embarrassed with Mr. Kevin coming in.
	He examined the stone shitter, little Karen was peeing.  On his own he selected a sheet of papaya paper and Karen opened her legs “as per suggestion.” Kevin wiped her and then stood her up.  He gave her a hug, kissed/sucked on her nipples, caressed her butt and examined minutely her poon.
	He noted that she was not a virgin.  And at such a tender age, too!
	‘You can do anything you want to her.’
	Kevin looked over his shoulder, Wendsy stood poised with hands before her; the hall was dimly lit but gave off enough subtle light to see well.  Alternating along one side of the corridor were beveled coral lights, orange, red, green, and red.  The gave off a subtle light that illuminated the corridor and gave the naked Wendsy an awesome allure.
	His attention back to Karen.
	He caressed her ass, then gawked at her naked poon, his cock ached.  She was far too young for penetration, to her pussy and asshole.  He sat her down on her knees on the stone toidy and brushed his cock against her angelic face.  His butt tightened up as slowly he introduced his aching manly fatherly schlong into her sweet young innocent mouth.
	He pumped, rocked, reeled in the sordid event, running his hands through her golden soft hair, caressing her shoulders and finally unloading a torrent of man spunk.  He shot a massive wad into her mouth, the rest he emptied onto her face.
	Karen naturally reacted by retching and gagging, but she slurped the spunk and giggled.  Kevin finished unloading gobs of man juice onto her bare chest.  He sweated and still reeled in the aftermath.  This was far better than anything he could have imagined.  
	A “suggestion” came to him, he followed thru (unknowingly), placing little Karen in a sitting position, then leaning her back and going down on her, licking out her young poon.
	He was in awe.  He soon was laying his pipe against her nakedness and humping until he could cum again, the head of his prick did enter her, she had been fucked before and her young cunny was accepting.  This only enticed him more.
	In the main room, he sized up the others, including his family.
	His cock ached so, dripped bits of cum.  He was lathered in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  His family’s Minds had been affected, put to a dull numb state of awareness.  Dinking with their minds would take time.  
	Kevin needed to rest anyways.	
	So did Wendsy.
Revelations
	‘What do you think it means?’
	She shrugged.  She didn’t have the answers.  She didn’t have a lot of answers.  The Imager revealed more scenes.  Mixed scenes:  scenes of vast landscapes, deserts, mountains, beaches, and meadows.  Pristine land, deep forest, and oceans.  No sign of destruction or otherwise.
	Then, there were scenes of cities and towns.  Cities & towns that were emptied, void of peoples; but their vehicles and buildings were there.  Everything was gray, though; the vehicles, buildings, everything.
	The vehicles were notable; they were unlike any vehicle shape/design anyone had seen.
	‘Cartoons.’ September said at length after careful study.
	‘What?’ Wendsy asked for clarity.
	‘You know, like in the old comic books, the old Superman/Spiderman/Dick Tracy tv cartoons from the beginning (1950s).’
	Wendsy stared at the odd shaped vehicles and concurred, he was right!
	Okay, sooooooo, what did it mean?

	More scenes came, some came so fast that they were mere blurs.
	Others paused for as long as several minutes.
	Tows, cities, landscapes.  Peoples bustling and hustling.  Commuter trains zooming; cars, trucks and busses all zooming along without care.  No sign of destruction.
	Wendsy didn’t understand.	
	Then, a scene came that riveted everyone who was watching.
	Whole cities laid wasted, the skies were in a curious orange turmoil.
	Destruction on a wide scale reigned supreme for as far as the eye could see.  Fires and explosions were rampant.  There was a rainstorm unlike any anyone could ascertain in some scenes.  The Imager seemed to go from one devastated city to the next, but all were about the same with no discernable note of what city they were viewing.
	‘Things that are or could be.’ 
	‘What?’ Wendsy shot her brother a look.  Sometimes he spouted things that were astounding.  He seemed to have a different grasp of odds & ends of things Wendsy did not.
	‘All these scenes we’ve been seeing, scenes of calm and destruction.  Maybe they’re an option.’
	‘Maybe.’ she didn’t know.  ‘Maybe--maybe things that are to come, or have, or will be.’ she tried to one-up her brother’s intuition.
	“You said this was a parallel?” Garson interrupted.
	‘Yes.’  er, “Yes.” 
	Garson looked into the Imaging Pool, it was of a pristine meadow, deer drinking from a pond, beavers building a dam.  All was calm and peaceful.
	“Maybe what we’re looking at, then, is OTHER parallel universes.  Multiple parallels.”
	Hmmmmm, maybe.  Possibly.  Bingo!

	So whose was whose?  What parallel was the safe one, which parallel was the one they came from?  Was the one Wendsy & September came from the one Kevin and his tormented family came from?  What of Garson with Kristy and the others?
	What if Wendsy’s was a parallel to everyone elses?  What parallel was the correct one, or WAS there a correct.  ‘Things that were, could be, will be.’  damn

	“We could study this for years and not figure it out.” Garson commented.  Wendsy agreed.  Dwelling in the Cave was okay, it was deemed to be some sort of Way Station, a transition point between the parallel universes.  It provided for whoever was passing thru.
	‘I think that maybe,’ and September paused.
	‘What?’ his sister pestered.
	‘Well, those cat people, they had a universe.  Maybe there are other creatures, too.’
	‘And?’
	‘Well, I’m just saying that maybe someone created this place, this cave and pool, a magic person--’
	‘Shaman.’ Wendsy added.
	‘Yeah, one of those,--’
	‘And?’
	‘AND--’ he paused to re-collect his thoughts that were straying.
	‘Maybe like those Indians, those who disappeared mysterious…’ he trailed off again, letting Wendsy assimilate the missing thought.
	She took some time to think about it.  Popping/cracking her neck, squatting and staring into the Imager.  ‘Creatures whoever created this place, to escape from one, to go to another.’
	‘YEAH!’
	Yeah.  Maybe.  Possibly.
	The Imager, the Cave, everything, was magic.  (duh)  The Pool was a means in which whoever could leave one universe for whatever reason, check out another and if he found it pleasing, could go into it.
	That made sense.  Sort of.
	All that remained was WHO had created the magical cave and the pool.  That would be one mystery left alone.  Wendsy wondered casually (to herself) if HER world would come around.  Or was it the one that had gone toastal.  September hazarded the guess to wonder if the Pool could allow transport to one universe to the next, what about “time.”
	‘Time?’ Wendsy asked.
	‘Yeah, time travel.  To go into the future, the past, yesterday, stuff like that.’
	It was something to wonder about to.  It was perplexing enough to wonder about the Pool, let alone the complexities of it.  
	Mr. Kevin settled down, after having a time with Karen, he came nextly to cum soak her big sister, Kristy.  There was a private “room” that was found, it was empty of anything, it was something like a sunken living room, having pre-formed steps and furniture for sitting and lounging.  And despite the appearance of “stone” it was all very soft and giving.
	It was here that “with the help of Wendsy” Kristy gave her body to Kevin.  They firstly groped and fondled, then kissed.  Kevin was deeply involved, er, in pure joy as he enjoyed the young teen.  He took his time, despite his raging boner.
	Groping.  Fondling.  Kissing.  Heavy petting.
	Which led to frolicking, spanking, and putting her on her fours.  Here he did part her ass cheeks and lick her crack & cunny.  He wanted to hump her mouth, but his cock wasn’t going to wait, he HAD to get into her pussy and asshole.	
	And so he did.

	During his “rest” he was joined by Hanna.  Hanna came in, looking lovely, demure, and lovely all naked and glowing.  She was very lovely and despite Kevin just having cum a gusher load into Kristy’s two lovely tight holes, he was hard again.
	Hanna went down and sucked him, sucked on Kristy’s pussy and cleaned her.  With her ass up in the air, Kevin took advantage and fucked her.  When after he had cum the two girls sucked his cock clean (and back to stiffness.)
	Back in the main room he studied his family, Katey, Kellie, Kara.
	They were all still “numbed” and would be until they were more in tune with the new lifestyle.  Kevin was privy to observing young Joshua humping on little Karen, thirteen year old Logan humping the girl’s mouth.
	He met Wendsy’s eyes.  Her non-emotional stance annoyed him, he couldn’t read her.  But apparently, she could read him.  After a time, his family moved into the “living-fuck” room.  
	His family from his wife to son lined up.  Kevin faced them, his aching cum dripping cock waggling before them.  He stood before them, their eyes staring into oblivion.  He fondled his wife’s breasts, squeezing the nipples.  To his side he saw Wendsy lurking in the shadow.
	He squeezed his wife, hands to her ass.  She was not overly “nasty” or naughty, and did only sexual things in the bedroom.  He pushed her to her knees.  His aching-aching cock pressed against her face, then went into her mouth.  She had NEVER sucked him.
	His cock had already been in a couple of orifices and was quite funky, Susan thrashed her head about and retched uncontrollably; Kevin grabbed holt of her head and forced her to keep sucking.
	Before unleashing his bal juice he pulled out and let his orgasm subside.  He was panting hard and felt his legs give.  He moved to his eldest daughter, Katey.  He squeezed her in a hug, too.  Grabbing her ass and spanking her, digging into her crack and fingering her hole.
	‘Suck me, fucking bitch!’ he said in his mind.
	Wendsy heard it and helped out the deed desired.

	Kellie grunted as her father’s cock slammed into her asshole.  She lay bent over a soft stone sofa, his mighty fatherly balls slapping away at her as his manly prong delved deeply within her.  Kellie clung to the sofa, her young mind paralyzed with strange things she did not understand as well as knowing full well that once more her father was sodomizing her.
	He spanked her, too.  Hard.
	He was very exhausted, especially his cock.
	He had to take a break.  But he was far from being done with his family.  While he rested, Logan and Joshua, Jackie and September came in.  They took turns fucking Kevin’s wife.  Sodomizing her, spanking, fucking her mouth, peeing on her, double screwing her, titty fucking, etc.  Hanna and Kristy came in; Hanna willing participating, sitting on Susan’s face and making the woman munch her to orgasm.  Kristy--Kristy needed a little goading in order to fully comply.
	At length Kevin raped his daughter, Kellie.  He took his time, kissing on her	, more spanking, tongue exploration to her cunny, and sucking on her to form hickies.  He spent more time doinking his daughter Kellie, sliding his big prick into her, jutting and thriving.
	It was many hours before he was able to continue.
	Meanwhile--the Pool provided more entertainment…

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