August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 9
Unfuckingbelievable

Just Tripping…
	It was dark.  Damn dark.
	It was quiet.  Damn quiet.
	Even after a long “adjusting” period, Wendsy couldn’t see shit.
	It was, however, noticeably colder.   She sighed deeply and clutching the hands of Ben & Sara she tempted fate by moving away from where she had been.  (albeit slowly)
	She had only taken a few steps when she saw a small disturbance.  A light.  It was dim, but a light nonetheless.  She pursed her lips and even MORE slowly moved towards it.
	The light was at mid level to her, like a light streaming in from somewhere else.  The light was unable to push back the heavy darkness inside the Corridor.  Wendsy popped her neck, kept very tight hold on Ben & Sara’s hands and stepped closer.
	At length she had to let go of the kids’ hands, she used her fingers to poke the opening, a small slit in the black curtain/wall of Darkness.  She began to pull and force a larger opening.  The light again blinded her and she had to pause a moment to let her eyes readjust.
	On the other side was…
	Brownness.  
	Then, with a sigh she wriggled thru the breach.

	The sunlight (if it was sunlight) was diffused.  All around was brownness.  Rocks, trees, sky, everything.  It was flatland, but that only went so far.  It only went so far as it seemed like clouds had come, no--more like a fog it was.  Yes, a fog had come to surround the area, creating something like an opening being some 1,000 yards or so.  No temperature was felt, no wind, no breeze, no nothing.
	Taking up a lot of space and the only real object was a building.  A store.  It looked a little thrashed, no name was there, no windows; either, just the front pair of double sliding doors.
	The ground which Wendsy determined was probably actually the parking lot, was covered in a two inch layer of brown dust and small pebbles.  Ben rested his head against Wendsy bare butt, his arm about her waist.  Sara likewise.
	‘Brother?’ Wendsy called.  She realized she should have called for him while in the Corridor, but didn’t.  Quickly she turned about, the “breach” had sealed and was gone.
	Naturally.
	She paused for a while, considering.  There was nothing more to do but the obvious.  They made their way across the covered parking lot to the large dysfunctional thrashed store.

	The pair of double doors were off their track, broken and askew.  Lots of dust, dirt, rocks, and other assorted debris.  Picking their way inside the two were met with a department store they were familiar with.  It was dark inside but not so dark they couldn’t see.  The place was a shambles.  Musty smelling, too.  Wendsy had no idea what had happened or how or anything.
	Ben and Sara remained close to her.  Until Ben spotted the box of animal crackers.  Several boxes there were, spilled onto the broken floor, along with boxes of soap, trinkets, and remnants of ceiling fixtures.
	Ben made a face as the crackers were kinda stale.
	He got over it as it was the best food he had had in days.
	Wendsy was offered some, she accepted and then began moving on into the interior of the store.

	It was a little disappointing to find the drink machines of the included restaurant non-functioning.  The kids slowly picked their way along the banks of checkouts, scarfing on the gum and candy there in for the compulsive buyers and last minute shoppers.
	“D-do you think they’re any b-bodies here?” stammered the young Ben.  Wendsy had no idea.  She popped her neck and sniffed the air slightly, she detected none such.  
	Some bags of chips were stale, some were still remarkably good.  There were bottled water and soda cans.  They weren’t cold, but they were wet.  The front area was about as far as they were willing to go, though; not without light anyways.  It was dark, damn dark, beyond the chip and candy/food area.  
	‘Wendsy!’
	Wendsy sighed relief, shoulders and body relaxing.
	‘Brother, I’m here.  Where are you?’ she Mindlinked back.
	‘Are you alright?’ he asked out of concern, which was not his character.  ‘Yes.’ she replied, then asked again where he was.
	‘Same place.’ he responded being good natured about it.  
	‘Where are you?’ he then asked.
	‘I have no idea.  Someplace beyond the Corridor.’
	‘Well, I’ve got this thing working now, if you want to come back.’
	‘What happened?’
	‘I-I don’t know.’ but Wendsy detected that he DID know, the big lummox, he had goofed off and fucked up.  Wendsy let it go and took Ben and Sara back out to where she last recalled.
	She came right to the edge of the parking lot.  Placing her hand out she felt something, to her eyes it looked as if though she could merely continuing walking, right out to the clouds that now were seemingly “boiling.”  she couldn’t remember if they were that way before or not.  She didn’t think so.  
	She felt a little “pressure.”  Like swimming in a pool, going down to the deep end, the 8-10 ft. section going down to the drain hole.  It wasn’t intense but it was felt.	
	Her sensitive nose could detect microscopic dust particles.  The swirling clouds surrounding the great parking lot seemed is if though they were “closing in?”
	‘Brother, I think I could really use your help!’
	‘Uh, ok.  Uhm, y-you want me to come in there, or what?’
	‘I don’t know, I need a way out of here.  Quickly.’

	Ben and Sara huddled in front of Wendsy as their environment began to become dismal.  Choking dust and obscured vision obliterated everything, Wendsy tried to make a return to the department-everything store, but it was gone from them. 
	She called out for her brother several times with no response.
	‘Then I shall embrace death with open arms.’ she said defiantly, although her arms were wrapped about the young naked bodies of Ben & Sara.
	The swirling mass of dirt brown clouds boiling angrily rumbled about them, bits of sand stung at their bare naked skin ripping the flesh.  Wendsy bowed her head and clung to the kids.  ’I love you, brother.’ she said.  Her only utterance and affirmation of such sibling acknowledgement.
	Suddenly something occurred, a brilliant light appeared, forming an oval.  A figure stepped out, it was cloaked in a brown cloak from head to ground.  It was similar to being a monk.
	Out from its folds appeared two huge gray bony hands, little in being covered in flesh.  Wendsy looked up to see two puke yellow eyes with red pin points.  Nothing more of the face could be seen.
	The creature-figure brought its hands out in a huge arcing wave like a wizard.  He said something or a noise was created by his actions.  It sounded sharp and resonating.
	Suddenly there was a calmness.  The swirling mass of brown choking clouds abated and were pushed back.  The creature looked around, then back to the three huddling children.
	“YOU DO NOT BELONG!” spoke a very deep bassy voice.
	Wendsy didn’t answer, she was numb with disorientation and the sand bites to her skin.  The creature-figure-whoever removed from the folds of his cloak a brown backpack.  It was small, a rucksack if you will.  He dropped it by Wendsy.  “The items within will help you.”
	Wendsy didn’t move.  She eyed the backpack, the creature, and back to the backpack.  The creature looked around, then pulled out from his huge cloak sleeve a small rolled parchment paper.  It had bands of red, blues, yellow, and gold.  Gold was in the middle with what appeared to be a King’s Seal of Wax.  The creature held the 12 inch long rolled parchment and “broke” it in two.
	Immediately to one side a glimmering Oval appeared with the same colors dancing madly around the outer edges.  The creature stepped thru and seconds later the Oval closed and was gone.

	For a long while nothing.  Then, Wendsy gulped, her ears hurt, her eyes still stung from the biting sand.  She noticed that since the creature had left the swirling mass of cloud-sand was intensifying and encroaching upon them once more.
	Wendsy opened the pack and peered in, baubles, jewelry, a big book, coins, and several small pint sized jars containing some sort of liquid.  There, too, were about a dozen rolled parchments like the Wanderer had had.
	Wendsy paused for a moment, then did as the creature-Wanderer had done.  Instantly an Oval appeared.  
	‘Brother?’ she called out.
	There was no response.
	She had no choice, she collected Ben & Sara’s hand and they stepped thru.   

	Not to worry, they immediately appeared in a forest.  The Oval Transporter closed behind them seconds after their arrival.  Climbing up a small nearby hill they looked down onto a two story structure, a log cabin nestled into a hillside.  Familiar peoples were all about, familiar to Wendsy.

                                              ****

	Her story was remarkable, she told it several times.  Everyone was curious, including Wendsy.  There were more things going on about which none of them could understand.  They were in a complex parallel, one that was either haywire or just beyond the scope of being understood by outsiders.
	In any event, Ben & Sara were inducted to the Family, Wendsy discovered that the pint bottles in the backpack was something in the lines of being healing potions.  They near instantly healed were the biting sand had pitted her and the kids’ skin.
	There was a brief hug between Wendsy and September.  She was glad to see him, almost exhibiting some emotion.  September, too.
	‘I-I’m glad you’re alright.’ September said.
	‘Thank you.’ Wendsy said to him, and she meant it, as did he.
	They returned to the stone controller hours later.

	She didn‘t know what he had done, but she warned not to do it again.  September was cool with that, he didn‘t want to do it again, although he was not all that certain for sure he knew what it was that he had done.
	While Ben and Sara got acclimated to their new-new home, Wendsy and September returned to studying the Corridor and the Oval Viewers.  They were some sort of manner in which to transport, not unlike the Imaging Pool in the Cave.
	She was very curious about the Wanderer.  Who was he, why had he come, why had he happened to come at he exact moment Wendsy needed him (or it) to be?  He didn’t have to leave her with the bag of goodies, either, but he did.  He couldn’t be Evil, or maybe he was.  It was a strange-strange world, this Other Side of Norm. 
	Wendsy paused before ascending the hill to the Boundary Wall.  September realized this when at the top of the hill.  He could see the Boundary Wall and noticed that he was alone.
	Wendsy was dottling, staring at some moss on a nearby boulder.
	‘What’s up?’
	Wendsy looked up to him, September heard nothing but saw much (in her mind.)  Wendsy suddenly shut him out from reading her thoughts.
	‘Sorry.’ he said.
	Wendsy still remained silent.
	After a moment she semi-reluctantly charged up the hill and returned to the Controller.
	Wendsy sat on the log, folding her arms about her knees.  She let out her breath, a fart, and was lost in thought for some time.
	After a while September tapped her shoulder.
	She came out of her stupor, “Aug--gust!” she stammered suddenly.
	“What?” September not quite catching it.
	“Nothing.” she said.  She blinked her eyes, popped her neck this way and that, yawned, and noted that at the Boundary Wall there was an Oval opened.
	Wendsy paused while standing before it.  She could feel a minute amount of energy emanating from it.
	“I’ve, uhm, pretty much got the hang of this thing.” September called out from behind her.  Wendsy mindlessly toyed with her long twin braids of her rich raven dark hair.  She nodded but only partially understood what he had said.  She seemed timid and unsure, squeezed her eyes tight and then stepped thru.

	There were some other Ovals open, revealing various scenes with one that was blank, revealing “snow” like as in bad tv reception.  Wendsy viewed the other Oval Viewers and was relieved and elated to find one she was familiar with:  Cal, Brad, Adam, and Gail.
	They were still naked, but no longer in the hobo cave.  They were somewhere in some old buildings, small buildings.  Wendsy could detect the faint aroma of creosote--that of which was particular to railroad ties.  The outside was no quite thick dense forest; it was lush with brush and smaller trees, more open air.
	A single set of train tracks with rust on the rails was nearby, an old push cart there parked at the railhead stop.  Old barrels, old crates, strewn phone poles, a huge galvanized water cistern toppled onto its sides as the support structure had long since rotted away and unable to support the empty five thousand gallon container.
	It was a haven for playing.
	Laid out on some crates drying in the sun were some clothes, Cal, Adam, Brad, and Gail’s clothes.  How they had gotten wet was unknown, Wendsy had missed that part.  It seemed to be mid day.  The kids were climbing all over the two buildings present, Brad and the other boys having major boners--’specially while looking up between Gail’s legs as she climbed like a monkey above them into the rafters of one of the defunct empty buildings.
	Brad came up and stood on some stacked crates, he was eye level with Gail’s hoochie.  She was grinning and blushing.  Wendsy didn’t know if any of the boys had “gotten” her.  She didn’t think so.
	Wendsy rolled her shoulders, popped her neck quick-like, intertwined her fingers and popped them, then attempted a Mindlink with Gail.  She first checked to make sure September was still with her and not fucking something up.

	To Brad’s surprise Gail opened her legs.  Adam and Cal were bustling about down in the train depot goofing off, finding old relics of this and that and not paying attention to a young naked girl sitting high above them.  (Although Calvin DID occasionally looked up to see Gail’s bare ass.)
	Brad gulped and lightly stroked himself, peering at Gail’s crotch.  Lightly she frigged herself, grinning more and more.  She moved (on her own) off the rafter to a slatted floor serving as a second story storage.  Here there were boxes and old forgotten sacks of something.  They were hardened whatever they were.  
	Gail then situated herself on something more softer and giving, a stack of burlap bags.  They were rotting and decaying but were more comfortable than anything else.  
	Wendsy noted that Brad was just apt to lay on Gail and stick his dick in her.  Natural male instinct.  He was merely ten and didn’t know much else.  Wendsy strove to help them both along in the finer art of foreplay and then …
                                           *****
	
	Methodically Wendsy found herself fingering herself as she watched.  Her little pussy was hot, her body quaked, nipples were hard.  
	‘What’s going on?’ September came into her mind.
	‘Uhm, uh, nothing, nothing.’ she said as she trembled in ecstasy.
	‘Uhm, can-can you see?’ she added.
	‘See what?’ he replied.
	Wendsy smiled to herself, before her in the Oval Viewer Brad lay on Gail, his cock sliding in and out of her young poon.  She had been a virgin, had.  Her broken hymen had come and gone and there was some blood coating the boy’s balls, his cock; Gail had some just to her pussy area.
	There had been a little discomfort from the onset, but thereafter they were into it.  Gail clung to the boy’s ass and they fucked nicely on their own.
	‘Do you have to stay out there?’ Wendsy asked timidly.
	‘No, not really.’
	There was a pause, then, ‘Can you come in here?’
	‘I-I guess.’
	There was a pause again and then September stepped thru into the Transition Corridor.  He came up to his naked sister and peered at what she was peering at.  It only took a few seconds before his cock was rock hard.  Wendsy, still sitting eyed the brotherly member.  She smiled inwardly to herself and then leaned in, brushing the prong against her face and lips.
	September was bemused by this, not often was she so willing to submit.  She was a tease at times.  September guided his cock into her mouth, she took it and swallowed it whole.  September was liking this.  He squeezed himself at he base of his dick, Wendsy clamped onto his balls HARD, stuffing his asshole with a middle finger up between his legs.
	His cock began to spurt.
	Before he completed cumming Wendsy pulled him down onto the floor whereupon she mounted him.  She was horny.  His cock glided effortlessly into her cunny and they commenced to fucking madly for several minutes.

	Wendsy could feel her brother’s schlong shooting its magical gooey liquid into her cunny.  Her mind emptied of all things, fleeting images of her messing with the centaur of whom she had sucked off, images of other boys, girls, Gunther Tallywick and August Moone.
	Their orgasmic sibling lust subsided, Wendsy lay on her brother for a few minutes, her young cunny pulsing and enjoying the ever lasting moments of lingering lust.
	Her attention returned to the kids in the Oval Viewer, Brad had “finished” with Gail, his turn was over.  Adam and Calvin had come up to see what was going on.  Gail was a little freaked out by the blood on her cunt, but it was easily wiped away.  Her cunny tingled some and was a little sore.
	Brad’s cock was coated in cum and blood.  Also easily wiped clean.
	Adam and Cal looked on, wantingly.
	‘Suck them.’ Wendsy cooed to her.
	Gail blinked her eyes, tweaked a nipple and fingered her poon.
	At ten her breasts were blossoming nicely.  She tweaked one nipple and then the other, she licked her lips and eyed the rock hard prongs standing stoutly before her (within reach).
	‘Step closer, dumb ass.’ Wendsy bitched to the boys.  Brad sat on a stack of near petrified burlap sacks, his first fuck.  It was good!  He was a normal kid who seldom noticed his cock ‘cept for peeing purposes.  He got boners now and then, in inappropriate times, in the middle of the night, etc.  He humped his bed, his pillow, and stroked off in the bathroom.  He had never seen a girl naked, let alone like Gail.
	Gail leaned in and took Cal’s cock, rubbing the slick boyhood against her lips, feeling and smelling it before pressing it to her lips and taking it inward.
	Cal was scarcely able to breathe.  He caressed and held a hand to his ass, squeezing the other hand at the base of his cock as Gail swallowed him.
	Gail was no expert, it was just natural instinct.  She was semi repulsed by the deed, their was an unpleasantness about it, but all in all--she sucked him until he began to cum.
	Cal had no idea what was happening, he had never CUM before.
	His ass tightened up, his balls swelled and a strange feeling enveloped him, seethed up from his toes and overwhelmed him.  He was no longer in control, he felt something happening while his prick was inside Gail’s hot tight mouth.  He thought at first he was PEEING in her!
	Gail made some retchings and almost came to the point of hurling.
	But she didn’t.  She swallowed the few squirts of boy juice, smacked her lips and grinned.  Cal pulled out and flopped his cock about, Gail held the young member, eyeing and grinning even bigger.
	Now it was Adam’s turn.

	Wendsy thought, mulled, then directed her full thoughts to Gail.
	Gail turned to come back to the position of being on her hands and knees like she had been in the hobo cave.  She pulled her cheeks and Adam went down, licking her crack, kissing her hole, spitting on it.  He let some spittle come onto his cock and up to her he went.
	Brad and Cal flanked them to watch Adam’s cock go into Gail’s ass.  They helped hold the girl still, Brad even taking his hand to Adam’s ass!
	All there was was Adam’s balls a-slapping!  He pumped and pumped, sliding more and more into Gail’s asshole until he was fully seated.  He then began fucking like no tomorrow!
	Until he came, that is.
	A massive wad of ten year old mature spunk.
	He jerked and didn’t know what was happening.  The sensation was unbelievable.  It was astounding.  He drove his dick in as far as it would to strain and unleash the torrent of “sensations” unheard of.
	His dick was a little “dirty” when he finally pulled out.  He was grossed out by it, “That’s what you get, what’d you expect from going up her poop hole!?” remarked Cal.
	Adam wouldn’t touch his soiled schlong, he found old rags and wiped it clean.  Brad continued to hold Gail’s ass, Gail lay with her head on the musty dusty floorboards, reeling in the after effects of being freshly butt fucked.
	Brad and Cal marveled at the ooze oozing from her hole.
	Both Brad and Calvin took another turn, butt fucking.
	Adam eventually recovered, long enough to get off into Gail’s pussy.
	Wendsy mounted September again for an enduring fuck spree.
	By then the day for Calvin and the gang was getting on.  None of them seemed in a hurry to go home.  They left the loft of the building and checked their clothes, still not quite dry, but they began putting them on.  Gail walked slowly and awkwardly as she did so…
	She stared at her torn dress, her young ass already tensing up, knowing her father was going to beat her ass good for it.  Brad had uncaring parents, Cal had so-so parents who were kinda strict.  Adam had normal parents who expected a great deal out of him, more than he was willing to give or had.
	Slowly they began trudging down the track to hook up with the main track.  September looked to his sister, ‘Well?’
	‘Well what?’ she snapped back.
	September went quiet and looked at the kids shuffling along, picking their wet underwear out of the crack of their asses.  
	At the main track they turned right, heading in the deep forest.  It was only for a few hundred yards and then they would take the trail down thru a meadow, over a bridge crossing a creek that fed the river, then to the small housing & trailer park area.  It was late in the day and would be evening by the time they made the trek.  They ALL had visions of being spanked, scolded, grounded.
	But the day had been worth it, well worth it.  (they got to fuck Gail!)
	Suddenly a naked girl came out of the woods, followed by a naked boy.
	The girl was with long dark hair in tight woven pigtails, about ten years young, very flat chested, too.  She was very tan and very naked.  The boy was approx. twelve, a little dopey looking, a 1950s buzz cut hair cut, a little pudgy, much taller than the girl.  He had a boner, too.
	“Where did YOU come from?” sparked Calvin.
	“Another place, another time.” Wendsy replied.
	“What?”
	“We come from another time, another place.” she explained, “Want to come back with us?”
	“Where?” said Calvin leaning as if trying to see the invisible door to the magical distant land the two had come from.
	Wendsy smiled, “A place where you can go as you are and do as you like whenever and everything.”
	“We have food and freedom.” added September.
	“Is it just you two?”
	“Where is it?”
	“How do you get there?  How far is it?”
	“Are you for real?”
	Among other pestering questions.  Wendsy stepped off the gravely support berm for the track and into the woods just a way, parting some of the brush in an open invite.  (there were other more stringent manners in which to “acquire” the new blood if they were not so inclined to accept.)
	But they were curious, despite knowing they were late as it was.  What was a little more distraction?

	There was a little disorientation to deal with once stepping thru the Oval Transporter, they all came into the Transitional Corridor and stood a moment getting their bearings.  Wendsy felt flush, as did the others.  She saw the Oval from the forest and the stone controller, she made for it; they all held hands--just to make sure.
	The newbies looked around mystified.  It was something to behold, the Ovals, the Corridors, the new forest.  Immediately they could tell they had been “transported” elsewhere, the forest they were in currently was nothing like the forest they had just been in.
	Mr. Kevin, Brandon, and Hanna were coming up over the hill, naked.
	“There are a couple of adults with us.” Wendsy made mention.  The newbies weren’t too keen on that, Gail stared at Kevin and Brandon, their blatant nudity was something.  The boys stared at the lovely naked thirteen year old Hanna.
	Wendsy made the intros, smiling and hugging Kevin--whom she seldom did so to.  
	“How many are there of you?” Calvin had to ask.
	Wendsy mulled it over, “About a dozen or so, mixed ages and sexes.”  	The newbies didn‘t know what to think, “adults“ were uncool.
	Hanna eyed the boys and then slinked off in the bushes to the nearby creek.  Brad and Calvin slipped off with her semi unnoticed.  Adam was embarrassed about being naked in the midst of a full grown man.  Gail was a little embarrassed, too.
	Wendsy.  Wendsy went right to sucking Kevin’s manly manhood.  She cupped his ass and smoothed over his nuggets.  Kevin smiled, looking down to her as she treated him.  Brandon stood nearby, stroking his teen bone.  He smoothed his hand over Wendsy’s ass, September slipped away to be unseen.
	Soon Brandon was behind Wendsy and poking away into her while she herself continued to suck tenaciously on Mr. Kevin’s fatherly cock.  Gail was awed.  She lightly diddled herself while Adam suddenly realized his companions had left him, as had the teen girl, Hanna.
	Brandon finally unloaded up Wendsy’s ass, he pulled out and spanked her flesh with his cum shooter, hugged her and fingered out her pussy during a “reach around.”  
	Wendsy’s mouth was fulfilled with man spunk, a mighty load filled her young mouth, dribbling out the corners of her mouth before she managed to swallow the goo.  She sat back smacking her lips, giggling and grinning (mostly grinning.)
	She then laid out on the clover, diddling her pussy while Kevin and Brandon and Adam eyed her.  Adam had a boner going, a raging boner.  He stroked and stroked and was fascinated with the strange cocksucking girl he had just met moments earlier.
	Finally the “invite” became aware to the young boy and he came to lay on her.  He was still embarrassed with having such an “audience” about, but his cock was in command, not him.
	Wendsy guided the boy’s dong into her cunny and they commenced to fucking.  Gail and Brandon eyed one another.  Gail was not so inclined to be a slut, although she was curious--mighty curious.  
	Kevin ultimately finally sat down, legs open, knees up, jerking it.
	Brandon sat nearby, eyeing the lovely naked ten year old newbie.
	Gail suddenly shook her head, made a face, blinked her eyes excessively, and then came to face Mr. Kevin.  Kevin smiled and brought his hand up to the girl’s butt.  Here he did caress, going up and down her legs, eyeing her bald naked fresh fucked poon.  His cock was aching.  He got settled and positioned the lovely child onto him.
	Adam got his “nut” moments after entering Wendsy.  They kissed, he suckled her barely there breasts, then was coerced to go down and nosh on her hot steamy cum laden cunt.  Mr. Kevin reach over easily and began finger fucking he boy’s glory hole, caressing his swinging balls and shooting another massive wad, this time, though, up inside the young girl called Gail.

	Brandon got his turn with Gail, going into her asshole first.  After a brief rest afterwards, some cuddling, caressing, light spanking, and a cock cleaning from Wendsy’s mouth, Brandon entered Gail’s snatch and fucked her while Mr. Kevin sodomized Adam.  He buggered Wendsy, too, while she sucked off on Adam’s cock.
	Down at the nearby creek naughty ultra horny Hanna had taken on Brad and Calvin; first sucking their cocks and balls, spanking them, peeing on them and then having them fuck her.  She took them into her pussy and then asshole.  She got the boys to pee on one another as well fuck each other in the ass.
	She had them shove small pebbles and stones up one another’s corn hole, she had them masturbate one another and finally cock suck.  Thereafter they skinny dipped and frolick fucked in the water before returning to where the others were.
	They all then scampered back to the log cabin nestled in the hillside.
                                              The Convergence

	Kevin’s wife (Susan) was livid about the absolute disdain her husband and the other teen boys had in regards to the blatant outlandish sex acts they preformed on the “children” of the Family, not too mention her own.  
	But (thankfully) she was powerless to do shit about it but complain somewhat.  Wendsy and September had a good holt of her mind.  The eldest daughter of Kevin was also a complainer, but also “contained.”  It was for effect, Mr. Kevin still wanted his wife and backstabbing daughter Katey to witness the debauchery of the Family.	
	And so they did.  Repeatedly.  In time Susan and Katey did so begin to break down, to “accept” the horror of the blatant sexual depravity.  They had no choice.  They were brought to realize they were in a new world; no laws, no government, no help.  
	Both women still had major issues in regards to all the sexual deeds to the little children, but being doinked by the likes of Brandon and Logan were becoming more tolerable.  She (and Katey) were also doinked (fucked) by Joshua-10, Jackie-8, Ben-8, September-12ish, Brad, Calvin, Adam all ten.
	Susan and Katey willingly (semi willingly) slurped on all the boys’ schlongs, sucking their ball sacs, caressing their asses, finger fucking their holes and being peed on.  Tonguing out one another was still something mother and daughter had a major issue with.  Daughters Kellie and Kara were involved, too; along with young son Kevin.
	Susan and Katey (and Kellie) watched AND helped the Family fuck one another, guiding young schlong into young pussies; sucking on hairless balls, holding legs back to allow ample fucking, swallowing the spunk from those who could cum, and so on.
	Another issue with Susan and Katey (and Kellie-11) was watching Kevin husband/father) fuck the others.  A hole was a hole was a hole to fill.)  A boy, a girl; ten, eight years, it didn’t matter--he was going to fuck it until he soiled it.
	And Kristy, step-sister of Karen-6 still had bouts of decency, she was still not 100% agreeable to the narly shenanigans of the Family, but tolerated them just the same.

	Ben & Sara.  They were acclimated/assimilated into the Family well enough, they were naturally sheepish and giddy about seeing EVERYONE naked--along with EVERYONE frolicking.  Slowly Sara had been taken off to a room to be joined by not Ben, but Jackie and Hanna.  
	Hanna helped “break the proverbial ice” with getting Jackie to mount and fuck Sara, this after Sara watched Jackie fuck Hanna.  Ben and Sara had already fucked in their new house with a small audience, they had watched others fuck, Sara had masturbated Kevin and Logan’s cock, she had been talked into/coerced into spreading her legs so as Joshua, Jackie, and Kevin’s six year old son Ken could lick her pussy.
	Ben was treated to being fondled by Hanna and Kristy, Holly and Megan, Kellie, Katey, Kara, Karen, and Susan.  He was sucked on and found it easier to segue into the narly business of Family frolicking than sheepish Sara.
	But Sara was nailed, Jackie boning her firstly.
	Hanna sucked on the girl’s pussy, she and Ben had been screwing all the days they were alone in the deep woods.  Joshua got Sara nextly, young Ken lay on her and humped before the likes of teen boys Logan and Brandon got her, which was then followed days later with Kevin entering her.
	Then, with the new boys (and one girl) arrival Sara opened her legs semi willingly for them.  Gail was banged by the boys of the Family, starting with the youngest and working up to Mr. Kevin.

	There were two gardens to keep up, well water to bring in.  Garson had found a milk cow wandering, it had been attacked by some animal unknown, with gentle treatment the cow finally gave some milk.  Wild chickens and turkeys were collected and fenced in for their eggs and other.  Their was stream trout and from the lake nearby bass and catfish.
	A new world that was grand.  The weather seemed always good, Wendsy and Kevin (and Garson) seemed reluctant, though, to call it “heaven.”  There were too many unknowns; nothing was supreme, there was no absolute in trusting that all would last or be normal.
	But maybe, maybe it WAS a new start.  A fresh start.  Maybe not a pristine Christian start, but something anyways.  Kevin firmly believed that the universe he had come from was gone, destroyed by nuclear holocaust.  It gave thought true that there WERE other dimensions to consider, other realms.  
	From Wendsy and September they wonder why peoples were being led into the parallels, why there were “openings”?  A stream of thought (from Garson) was that the destruction of one universe had unknown effects on the others, causing sudden “tearings” in the Space Time Continuum.
	Well, maybe.

	Days after Brad, Cal, Adam, and Gail became members of the Family in the Woods, Wendsy & September returned to the Boundary Wall and Controller.

	Not much was happening at the Boundary Wall, the Viewing Ovals were operational, the Transitional Corridor was okay, and there were many many many scenes of which to choose from.  Nothing of pertinent interests, though, however.
	So, a few days after finding the Oval’s no longer that intriguing, Wendsy struck off with Garson.  Due to the nature of the thick woods, brush, sharps rocks, and the sightings of hemlock, poison ivy, etc., Wendsy wore some clothes.
	Garson had discovered the “corner” of the Boundary Wall, it was some distance, two and a half days travel.  He had gone as far as three days along the new wall without encountering another “wall.”
	It gave cause for Wendsy to contemplate that the area they occupied was a closed universe, a mini-world.  There were probably perhaps many others, if not hundreds.  The Why was still unknown, how and all that, too.
	They traveled down the Boundary Wall the opposite way, going left from the Stone Controller.  September still spent some time trying to finger it out, with not much luck.
	Garson was a quiet traveling companion.  He paused now and then to seriously scan the area, check tracks, determine who was sharing the area, then trudge on.  He walked fast, too.  Wendsy did not.  She lagged behind and ran her hand along the Wall now and then.  They found other Stone Controllers, along with a triangle structure--it was some eight feet to the apex point with a large wide base.  Smooth black obsidian stone not indigenous to the area whatsoever.
	There were small minor minute intricate inscriptions on all the sides of the mini smooth stoned pyramid.  They paused for a while to marvel at it, they smoothed their hands over the surfaces, then moved on.
	They came to a dip in the landscape, the landscape was changing somewhat, not as lush or dense or heavily laden with brush/shrubs.  It was midday and Wendsy had little in the notion of staying out the night as Garson was apt to do.  
	Suddenly they saw a road.  A dirt road, kinda wide, weaving through the pines.  It was flat and pristine but it couldn’t be noted if it had been used or not or what.  It coursed over a small brook, there was a cabin nearby, along with some other buildings.
	Nothing noteworthy about the cabin or the other buildings; a general store, a livery stable/barn, something of a storehouse, and another building housing the most spectacular odd item:  a 6by.  One of those all-terrain mud swamper vehicles, having six wheels with seating for five and some cargo.
	Garson dinked with it, it didn’t require a key, but some TLC to get it started.  Before he DID get it started, Wendsy stopped him; she detected something, a disturbance in the STC (Space Time Continuum).
	Slowly they looked about and went into ultra stealth mode.
	Down the small dip in the landscape it was actually a hill sloping off some five hundred yards or so.  Three vehicles were seen here, a van, a pickup with a camper, and a custom van.  The vehicles were trying to move across some desert-like sand to the hard packed earth, the pickup with the camper was in the lead pulling the regular van conversion.  The custom van seemed to be trying to “push” as the regular van seemed to be the one that was “stuck.”
	At the base of the hillside several yards away were a small group of peoples--teens mostly, girls, mostly.  Naked teens.

	After a time of getting no where an old man came out of the distressed conversion van.  Its back end was getting buried more and more in the sand.  The only adults seemed to be the drivers of the stuck vehicles.
	Then, another vehicle was heard, coming along the dirt road by the buildings.  Both Wendsy and Garson grew a little panicky, a sheriff’s car!  It looked a little fucked up, it slowed and came to a stop.  A woman got out.  She wasn’t too tall, messed up krinkly blond hair, BIG tits, 38Cs.  She was shapely with a nice trim butt and body overall.  
	She was “armed”, too. 
	She looked around the “really small town”, she shook her head, steam rolled out of the car’s engine.  So did three boys.
	Ahhhhhhhhhhhh yes!

	Garson and Wendsy remained “hidden”, observing both parties.  This was going to be good.  The Deputry Sheriff, Lisa Polph, slowly walked about, checking the area out.  She shook her head as she simply did not understand where everyone was, not too mention herself.
	The three boys hung close by the car, they were dressed, but one--Chris, whipped his dick out and peed in the road.  DS Lisa tapped on doors, peeked in windows, looked into the buildings, under the porches, and all around.  Distressed she returned to the boys.  Chris had returned his cock to his pants and looked nonchalant about.
	The voices from the First Group could be heard, Lisa took immediate interest and ushered the boys back into the dying car.  She herself drew her weapon and headed off into the bushes.  Wendsy wondered if Lisa would be cool about the naked teen girls.  Would Lisa be cool with it all, despite her shenanigans with Chris, Bryan and Matt?

	Back out in the mini desert fiasco the custom van that had the dual tandem wheels in the extended rear was now up alongside the pickup w/camper.  Both these vehicles were trying their damnedest to pull the other vehicle.  Which was finally happening.
	Lisa lay in the thick vegetation, her weapon was holster but not her hands were occupied with a pair of nifty binoculars.  She sighted in on the group of naked teens.
	Finally the two vehicles managed to loosen the stuck third vehicle and pull it to the hard earth where it was stable.  The men got out and checked for damage to the third vehicle.  One of the men late 30s whipped out his penis and began peeing; he stroked it, looked around, then waltzed up to the group of girls huddled together at the base of the hill.
	Absolute vision was obscured by the thick vegetation from Lisa’s point of view.  Wendsy’s, too.  
	A pair of young girls came out for viewing pleasure, they were clothed and they were cute.  An older girl approx. 13 or so was making way up the hill, she was clothed as well, followed by a younger girl also clothed.  The older girl was a darker haired girl while the younger was blond.  They could be sisters or step siblings, they acted like sisters.
	Wendsy turned her attention back to the boys, Chris, Bryan, and Matt.
	Matt was naked, laid out in the backseat of the DS car, Bryan held the boy’s legs back while a horny Chris ploughed up the boy’s open willing asshole.  Bryan was naked as well, his testicles in Matt’s mouth.  Chris would go down and slurp on Bryan’s cock while he butt fucked Matty.
	Lisa returned, she paused as she saw the rear doors of the car open and naked legs dangling out, the car rocking…  She paused a moment, took a security look around and then came upon the boys.  She caressed Chris’ ass, clutched his balls and pulled on them while he buggered the youngest boy.
	There was a connecting road at the top of the hill, not much of a road but it followed the contours of the “hill” until reaching inward into the thick forest that emptied into the very flatland area and the small-small town therein.
	Lisa heard the vehicles coming.  Quickly she scurried about getting the boys clothed, she fired up the car, which sound bad.  It sputtered and was hard to crank.  It finally caught and she backed it up between one of the large cabins and a store house, out of direct sight of the approaching vehicles.
	Phil Johnston’s pickup w/camper came along firstly.
	Grandpa John came nextly, thankful that no damage severe to his van.
	Adrian with his subdued naked teenage crew came along in his van.
	The area was serene, very remote, very empty.  Sort of.
	The men folk came out of their vehicles and assembled together.  

                                             *****

	After a brief look-about the “village”, the naked teen girls were once more herded out of the custom extended van of Adrian Ace’s, they stood shoulder to shoulder while the oldest male member of the group came to look them over.  His granddaughters Brandy & Samantha came out but upon seeing the blatant nude teens they shied away to mind their own business.
	Paul’s daughters Kayla and Karla also shied away and joined Brandy & Samantha.  Adrian took a brief look around, then approached one of the girls he favored the most.  All were still adorned with electronic dog collars.  All were still very well controlled.  The girl he favored, sixteen year oldAmelia Leigh Anne, was turned about and BENT OVER.
	Adrian then dropped his desert Sahara jeans and slipped his erection up into the girl’s bum.  He held the girl at her hips and rocked her, her hands planted to the van’s side.  The other girls were with their own minds and they could see what was happening, just unable to do squat about it.
	Grandpa John selected Amelia’s best friend, Bianca.  She was laid just inside the van.  John dropped his jeans and pulled the girl to him, her legs wrapped about his naked hips and his balls commenced to swinging.
	Paul checked the status of his girls and John’s girls, then lowered his own clothes and pushed fifteen year old Cammy Greggs to her knees.  She knew what was up, she was a little upset, but was used to the abuse and knew the deal.  She knew that it was useless to resist.  She took Paul’s hard member, stroked it and then began sucking.

	Lisa Polph.  She was having a major conniption.  She totally disregarded the fact that what the men were doing was immoral, to say the least.  She lay herself out in the backseat and shucked her green uniform slacks and undies, her boys knew what was up and they totally stripped off their clothes.  Matt occupied space at her head, his cock and balls being sucked while she slipped a hand up between his legs fingering his hole.
	Chris entered her pussy while Bryan sat in the middle fondling her titties.  He soon came to sit on her chest and titty fuck her.  Lisa was so engrossed and involved that she was not aware of the “audience.”
	Only “after” the tumultuous multiple orgasms.  (Matt was aware, but he was getting sucked and wasn’t about to blow the scene.  Anyways, the onlookers didn’t seem pissed off…)
	Grandpa John and Paul were dressed, Adrian was still nude.
	Chris and Bryan were a little concerned, Lisa was semi so.
	Broad smiles on the men’s faces eased her concerns, though.  Adrian stroked his ever hard cock, Lisa slid out of the backseat and shook the men’s hands, introduced herself and the boys.  A brief chit-chat of what they thought had happened to them, Paul was still stymied by the thought of waltzing merrily into a parallel universe; the concept was elusive and ridiculous.
	Adrian and Grandpa John, though, fully embraced it.  Here in the parallel, which was obvious to them, No Laws, No Government, no threats, lots of freedom to do as one damn well pleased, and et cetera.
	It was a new beginning.
	There were no regrets.
	Paul, though, missed his wife.  The girls missed their mother.  Grandpa John’s granddaughters missed their parents, friends, school.  There was no going back, so it was thought and assumed.  They would have to make the best of it.
	Fingering out what had happened to the peoples who had constructed the village buildings and where they went was elusive, too.  From the store house/warehouse it appeared to the adults that it was something like a staging area; there was an awful lot of food, blankets, and everything to sustain a group of peoples for a very long time.
	But it looked like as if though those peoples (whoever they may be) were gone, leaving behind their stuff.  The “stuff” looked to have been long since abandoned.
	There as the strange writing to contend with, a writing that none of the adults recognized.
	With the intros out of the way…
	Lisa turned about (on her own), leaning against the car.  Adrian stepped up firstly, he was already naked.  Chris, Bryan, Matty all watched as she got nailed up the butt.  Paul then escorted the three horn doggy boys over, introducing them to Adrian’s girls.
	Paul had some issues about the teen girls’ predicament, he dismissed it and let it be, there was nothing to do about it anyways.  Chris, Bryan, and Matt all stared at the teenage delights.  
	Paul dismissed the “issues” and guided sixteen year old Frannie down inside the custom van of Adrian Ace.  Chris then was “offered” the “ride” and he accepted.  Frannie semi willing opened her legs and semi accepted the young teen boy into her.  
	Bryan and Matt were not left out, a pair of young teen girls for them, too.  Paul watched them while he had fifteen year old Gloria before him.  His cock nestled nicely up between her teen cheeks, his hands roaming up and down her fine nude body, caressing her breasts as well as fingering out her well fucked teenage poon.
	Chris humped madly, striving to get his nut as quickly as possible.  He sucked on the girl’s breasts, nipping her nipples and gyrating about as he humped.  Bryan and Matt flanked him as they nailed their girls, Paul ultimately bent Gloria over and entered himself up into her asshole.
	The girls were safe enough to leave alone with the boys, Paul stepped back to check on his friends, Lisa, and the other children not involved in the intro-orgy.
	Lisa was being well hammered by Grandpa John and Adrian.
	Karla and Kayla were with Brandy & Samantha, roaming about the small village.  His own girls spotted him and came to him.  They were so-so jazzed about the new area.  It was far better than what they had been used to.  It had a so-so familiarness to it; like when they had gone camping in the mountains and sometimes along the coast there were secluded woodsy areas like the empty village.
	Karla could see the nude woman getting hammered to and fro by Adrian and Grandpa John, nights before she had been double teamed by them, too.  She kept her thoughts to her self, but….
	There was something of a picnic area, some picnic tables with accompanying barbecuers.  Paul sat on one of the picnic benches, daughter Kayla sitting on his lap.  He consoled her, holding her tight, kissing the top of her head, hands eventually going down between her legs to rest and caress her inner thighs.
	Karla leaned against the blunt end of the table, looking around nonchalant like.  John’s granddaughters came to rest at the table, little Samantha making a tiara out of pine needles and bits of sweet grass.  Brandy twiddled her thumbs and waited.
	Soon Paul reached out and caressed daughter Karla’s ass.  Karla didn’t mind, she tightened up her butt some but remained where she was.  Paul’s boner was driving up out of his pants into his other daughter.  The little girl giggled and wriggled about on his lap, her tiny hands squeezing his bulge yet to be unleashed from his jeans.
	Paul went up and down Kayla’s chest, patting her and being very fatherly.  He then went about fondling her between her legs.  She opened them and he dug into her cunny.  “Scoot your pants down, sweetie.” he whispered to her.
	Kayla giggled more and worked her kiddie jeans down, taking her panties, too.  She raised up just enough so as her father could at last unleash his fatherly dong.
	Karla was well well aware of their doings.
	Kayla settled back down with the daddy dong up between her legs.  She gripped the monster schlong and stroked it lovingly.  He opened his legs just a bit, Karla could see his beefy beef steak.  She grinned and smiled, there was a bit of concern, before it had only been herself, her sister, and their father.  Now, now there were others involved.  She had issues as well, she wasn’t so overly approving of Grandpa John banging his granddaughter Samantha, she was just too young.  Karla, too, wasn’t so approving of John sinking his aged cock into Kayla’s poon.
	Semi willing she took the old man’s dick to her own cunny, her asshole, and sucked him.  He was okay, but she just didn’t think he should be fucking a five year old.
	And then there was Adrian.
	It was out and out kidnapping, kidnapping for rape purposes.  Pure and simple.  Karla was well enough wise to realize that the girls were all unwilling, they had been kidnapped and adorned with electronic dog collars to keep them in line--for sexual purposes.
	And then, Lisa Polph.  A deputy sheriff!  She had three boys, not her own.  She was a slut.  Boy hungry.  Cock hungry.  Karla wondered if she would be like that.
	Her attention returned to her sister and father; ayla had turned into her father, legs about his waist--his cock embedded nicely into her young cunny.  He wasn’t all the way in, but still.  He would pop the pop-cock out and stuff her backdoor, hump there for a moment and then back into her cunny.
	Karla slowly undone her own jeans and tugged them with her panties down.  Her father watched her and when he was at the pivotal point of ecstasy he sat Kayla on the table top, then slid behind his elder daughter and entered her.
	Karla held onto the edges of the table while her father ploughed up her Hershey Highway, he pumped there a few good strokes then pulled out; slapping her ass and grinding between her legs before cramming himself into her hot quaking quim.
	He finished fucking her therein, shooting a massive wad of man juice deep inside her.  His hands went up her shirt, slinking around under her bra to fondle her lovely teen breasts.
	His eyes slowly settled on the bashful grinning Brandy.  He had done her, too.  He had done the young Samantha--he had some minor issues in that regard, he shouldn’t have.  He had witnessed John doing the young girl, she took it up the butt and sucked, too.  But Paul wasn’t John, he only had a very mild interest in very young girls.  He had not even entered into molesting his Karla until she exhibited those horny masturbating notions, and that was when she was a pre-teen.
	Anyways, while Karla languished, Brandy bit her lower lip, face growing a little more serious than normal.  She was a beauty of a girl, Italiano features, dark eyes and hair, small narrow face, wide eyes of curiosity.  She had a beautiful smile and wondrous naked body.
	Slowly she slid out from the bench seat of the table.  She kicked off her shoes and began undoing her jeans.  Kayla and Samantha go together, Kayla stripping off her clothes totally and sitting on the table assembling pine needle/grass tiaras.  Karla slid sideways and sat down, fingering her hot cum drenched cunt, pants and undies at her ankles.  Over her shoulder the lone little boy from Adrian’s group was laying on Deputy Sheriff Polph, fucking her.  Grandpa John had his hand on the boy’s naked ass helping.
	The seven year old boy humped and humped, Adrian was being “serviced”, John being handled by the very odd adult professional woman.  Karla shook her head and turned her attention back to her father; who was sinking his cock into Brandy’s twelve year old pussy.
	He was at the pivotal stage of cumming off when out of the woods stepped a naked ten year old.  She was accompanied by a man in camouflaged military dress.  The girl was not a virgin, that could be seen right off easily.  Paul finished filling Brandy’s quim, then pulled out and pulled up his clothes.  The girls did likewise and gathered about Paul.
	Deputy Sheriff Lisa was now on all fours with Grandpa John behind her, Adrian Ace in her mouth.  
	Wendsy announced her self, introducing herself and Garson.  She also made mention of her Family not far away.  Paul was intrigued.  
	“We should meet, we would all get along.” then, ‘there’s some that you would like, really well.’ Wendsy Mindlinked to Paul.  With the mind link established she calmed the man’s welling fears.  They then waltzed down to the others to continue intros.