August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 1
The Saga Continues

Revelations and Other Horrors of Joy
	The cool breezes wafting through the trees gently soothed their bodies, it was dark, though; damn dark.  With no light getting lost was almost an assured thing.
	They rested on a small knoll, their minds still filled with the horrors of the buried secluded seatrain.  A moment of rest Amber V had been given, to console herself before complying with the hellish command of her captor.  She was confused but not so much far gone as not to realize just how deep in shit she was.  And for non compliance there was serious consequences.
	Giving head she had done, but to her boyfriend--who was also in the “dungeon atmosphere” somewhere, but never to an “man” and certainly not to a man such as John Hursh.  But she couldn’t deal with the “pain” or serious discomfort for not following the wicked heinous commands of the Cloaked One.
	John was in no mood to get an erection--although he tried.
	Amber tried her best, too; but her fright and the whole ordeal didn’t give her the ability to do a good job.  This only prompted her to be fearful knowing the wrath from the Cloaked One.
	She sucked on Grandpa John’s johnson.  She cupped his hairy balls and worked his organ to a pleasing erection.  John came “around” and got into the enjoyment of being sucked.  
	The Cloaked One stood not too far away and just to the side so as he could see the cocksucking action of Amber.  John flopped his head about a little out of it and only partially aware of being serviced.  Finding the Cloaked One he focused on him and let fly a slew of obscenities ending with “who the FUCK are you?”
	To wit the Cloaked One merely smiled and chortled, “I am offended that you do not remember me, John--for I surely remember you.”
	And he continued with:  “I remember you stealing my wife, my job, my children, my way of life.” his voice had become one of sullen fortitude.  “You stabbed me in the back, John, and I had once called you friend.”
	John floundered in his shackled restraints, cussing and cursing the Cloaked Spawn of Satan.  Revenge, a bitter sweet taste.

	After bringing John to the very brink of orgasming, Amber was paused.  She was directed to lay out on the floor and frig herself, as well as confess her sins (sexual deviant sins.)  She had a few; discreetly she had fondled a young cousin of hers, had him screw her.  
	The heap on the floor, Jolene, moved, interrupting further confessions from Amber.  John saw his granddaughter alive, he sighed and closed his eyes.  Jolene was pulled up by the Mistress, she looked a little frazzled.  The horror of where she was and what she was experiencing returned to her and she lightly freaked out--crying and cringing and trying to fight off the Mistress and the Lackey.
	She soon was settled down, without the use of any pain inducement.
	Attention was turned back to Amber and John.
	John’s dong was standing out proudly before him, eyes gleaming.  He was thankful that his granddaughter was alright--well, as alright considering.  His eyes focused then on Amber, fingering her pussy.  She was still mightily frightened and out of her mind with what was going on, but she frigged her snatch and waited.
	She didn’t have to wait very long before…
	The Mistress moved to John, she pressed her body against him and toyed with his cock and balls.  For a while that was all, then slyly she released his bleeding wrists from the shackles, but not his ankles.
	The Mistress stepped away and from the Cloaked One, “Do her.”
	John knew, everyone knew.
	John paused momentarily, staring at the lovely frightened fourteen year old, with a semi willing pussy.  He gulped, closed his eyes, shook his head, but nestled up between the girl’s legs, his manly prong sliding into her.  She was NOT a virgin.
	There was a strange “groan” that came from LaFrost.  He seemed to be highly interested in the sex John and Amber were about.  Chris thought he heard, “Yeah, that’s it, do it!  Do it!  Fuck her, fuck her, ohhhhhh, ooooooh,  fuck her good!”
	Just what it was all about was unclear.
	John arched his back, he had been plowing pussy for several minutes, slowing down some.  The sheer tightness of the teenager’s pussy enthralled him, the sheer horror of how it was coming about abhorred him.  
	The final act of the deed came to be; John arched, strained, trembled and shook as the ecstasy of the moment achieved its ultimate goal.  Amber grabbed up steel floor and rug remnants; she, too, shook and trembled as John’s dong was far better pleasing than her boyfriend or seven year old little boys.
	John pumped a little more, strained a little more, came a little more.
	Amber lay reeling.
	John pumped his fill and finally pulled out, sitting back, looking at the teen’s cunny oozing mixed juices.  His own pud shooting a little more itself.
	“See, John, now that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” cooed the insidious Spawn of Satan.  
	John was speechless, still recovering from the dynamic fuck--or lest he would have let fly another bout of superlatives.  
	Whether something was said and missed or the other two just knew what to do; the Mistress moved to John and began toying again with his cock, offering to him her breasts--placing his hands onto her ass, taking his limp dick to nestle it against her hairless cunt.
	The Lackey put Amber onto all fours, caressed her ass and had her suck his 4 inch cock.  Her cheeks were spread and an electrifying dildo that wasn’t so great in girth but in length was inserted into her asshole and worked.  John watched.
	It wasn’t long before John was once more “hard.”
	Little Jolene sat with her arms folded up about her knees, watching the horror before her as well.
	The Mistress left.  Chris had noticed when, but the Lackey was gone as well.  Only the Cloaked One, the Spawn of Satan, Daniel LaFrost Chief of Security remained.  His cloak was swept back behind him, exposing his nudity.  His cock of some length still, stood out proudly.
	He turned to greet a newcomer and Chris (with father Carl) discovered an oddity (another) about the Cloaked One--he didn’t have any balls!
                                                    *****

	The wind screamed out of the high mountains cold; he resisted shivering with all his might though the coldness was not stopped by his uniform whatsoever.  He stood rigid with gloved hands clasped behind him, his attention was not on his duties, but on the sweeping mountain.  
	In another time, another place, he would be considered differently; kind and charming, even so far as to say witty.  He was a rogue of sorts.  He also sang songs.  He was not, however, a politician, of which he believed the entire sordid affair of which he was now thrusted into was about.
	He was a military man, but not to the degree of some of his comrades.  He preferred the more congenial quiet life, not blundering across the Fatherland in pursuit of enemies or land.  He knew that the upper hierarchy considered him a coward--which was why he was sent to command an infested camp, a concentration full of vermin, or Skewkees.
	To the hierarchy of which he served the Skewkees were useless bags of flesh and took up too much space.  The Skewkees were blamed for the Fatherland’s plight in the world of economics, commerce, and general living.  They were inferior pests and the time had come for them to be exterminated.
	A new leader had come to the Fatherland and had opened the eyes of his fellow Hessians.  And it wasn’t long before the Leader rallied his socialists brethren into concocting a ways and means to rid their land of the Skewkees.  They were a separate race, despised and useless and the Leader had had enough of them.
	Not all the peoples of the Fatherland shared the Leader’s views--but it was unwise to debate him or refute.  His edict was law, his decrees the way of the land for all to follow and adhere to.
	The ultimate fate of the Skewkees population was simple:  extermination by whatever means; which meant blatant execution.  The execution came in a variety of ways.  Rather than wasting time slashing the Skewkees with sword, or using up valuable bullets, the hierarchy of the Leader’s staff had come up with ingenious manners of putting to death thousands upon thousands of Skewkees.
	But while they were alive they were sources of labor, tools, or toys; they even built some of the instruments of which they were to be exterminated by (or in.)
	A noise of steps coming up from behind distracted the new commandant of Kamp Kessla.
	“Begging your pardon, Herr Commandant--”
	“Yes?” he replied a little irritated. 
	“The new arrivals have arrived.”
	The Commandant rocked on the balls of his feet, popped his neck and stared out to the sweeping mountain, Gunderfaust.  There was lake mid way up, hidden between where the Gunder met the Arche Mountain Range.  He had been there long long ago, as a child and then again as a young teen, with his father.  It had been years since…
	The Commandant nodded, “Very well.” he said reluctantly.  He gave the mountain one last look and made his return to the camp.

	Thirty new arrivals disembarked from the truck.  They huddled to themselves and together as the temperature in the Argolon Forest was in the middle of winter and it was damn cold.  Damn cold.
	“I am your commandant.  My word is law.  You will obey, or you will die.”  but it was only a matter of time regardless.  There WAS a war on, however; many other countries and kingdoms looked down on the deplorable actions the Fatherland was doing unto its peoples.  The Fatherland was surrounded by such do-gooders, and the war was already three years old.  It wasn’t going so well for the Fatherland, however, but they were holding their own.
	Another icy blast of cold wind swept thru the camp, virtually ripping through everyone’s bodies, especially those who did not come so well dressed--as the newest arrivals.
	The commandant’s second in command stepped up and made more decrees, mostly he yelled before other staff moved the haphazard bedraggled newbies to their new homes--barracks.
	The barracks were not well kept up and not much in the way of heat.  The Skewkees were bunched together in groups, no discern of sexes, ages, or family.  The Skewkees had been rounded up from their homes, businesses, way of life.  The Uberons, the Masters and rightful heir to the Fatherland, had confiscated all the Skewkees’ belongings and/or personal possessions.
	When the Skewkees were dead they were a nuisance to dispose of.  As commandant of the camp of which 350 Skewkees lived, the Kommandant ruled with absolute power of life and death, Kommandant Adrik NoBallz’s  commands were obeyed or there would be another body for the pile.
	
 	Kommandant (aka Commandant) NoBallz stood on the porch of the main office, watching as the newest arrivals were herded to their new digs.  He didn’t particular despise them himself, and felt no ill will against them or towards or whatever.  He could tolerate them, so long as they did not interrupt his peaceful life he was willing to coexist with them.
	But he was merely a cog in the chain.  Should he wish for his peaceful life after the war he would best do as he was told, directed, and/or expected.  Kamp Kessla was many miles from the nearest civilization, 35 miles from town to be exact.  Due to the war communications via mail or phone or even telegraph was often interrupted for weeks at a time.
	The newest arrivals seemed to be a mix of mostly young peoples.  They were ill dressed for the conditions, they were from a General Roundup of Skewkees in a city far far away overtaken by the Uberon Forces.  They had initially been in Kamp Kavlick and then another.  The Kommondant looked over them and made private musings before turning to get into the office and out of the deathly chill of the air.

	It was not uncommon for the general staff of the various incarceration camps and even the death camps to hire on Skewskees; those were generally spared the harshness and brutality unlike the others, they were treated a little better and foremost they were allowed to live.
	And despite the prohibition of no sexual contact between Skewskees and members of the Uberon Superior race, Kommandant NoBallz had no qualms about such things, at least not in front of Skewkees who were going to die anyway.  He was a bit more guarded regarding the provisions of the Race and Resettlement Act when junior officers were around.  
	He was a lonely man, or better said a loner, who sought satisfaction in a bizarre manner to relieve the stresses of command.  His intemperance in this regard was functional--intended to improve his mood and therefore improve his competence and general outlook on life as a whole. 
	Normally his days were spent inside, there was so much paperwork to go over in regards to the prisoners; staffing and all manners of upkeep in running a resettlement camp.
	Mainly he just didn’t want to bother with prisoners.  He did feel for them, and to most of the general population they were a doomed race as was, he cared not to “get to know them” for that reason.  For the moment, though, the manner in which the slaughter of the Skewskees took place was on hold, temporarily.
	So NoBallz had the task of continuing to keep the prisoners and more were arriving each day.  With the fact that the war was not going quite as expected, the thoughts of having to succumb to war tribunals made the circles of the camp commandants--to lesson the degree of internment for simply following orders, it was best viewed that the camp commandants reveal themselves as civil and cordial, kindhearted.
	It was sour milk to many commandants, Adrik took it all in stride and was thankful that at least HIS camp was not a death camp, but at any time he could send hundreds of souls to one that was half a days’ ride away.
	He ate his meals alone in his office or private room.  He normally made the rounds of camp at least once ever other day, or sometimes every two days, and generally very early in the morning or late evening.  He had no wish to make contact with the Skewskees.
	There was a back door to the main office building, it had a small porch and here it was where Adrik NoBallz often sat.  His view of Mount Gunderfaust was blocked by the zillions of trees.  But he could imagine it there, the elevation of the camp’s placement was too low; so when he could he braved the frigid air and walked up a winding stone hewn path.  There wasn’t much room at the top of the 100 foot rocky hill, enough for one.
	With his evening meal complete he stretched and yawned.  Three loads of newbies had arrived.  He could do without them.  The onset of a harsh winter was coming the Argolon Woods, he could do without that, too.  
	He threw another log into the firebox and stood before it rocking on the balls of his feet.  Some of his comrades confided that they believed the war would give way within months, possibly by the end of the year.  The forces of the Uberon Force was stretched too thinly, air, sea, and land.  The Force at sea was sinking, the Force in the air faultering and virtually non-existent.  The Force on the land were scattered all along the boarders of the Fatherland.  Invasion forces of Allied Forces opposed to the Fatherland and the Fatherland’s treatment and ultimate solution to the Skeeskee problem were paratrooping into key areas and setting up strong resistance and inciting the locals against the Fatherland and its Leader.
	He left his warm cozy private quarters and stepped out onto the front porch.  The wind was still just as cold, there was more snow flurries, the temp had to be down in the low teens if not lower.
	His adjutant junior officer noting his commandant outside rushed to be by his side.  They stepped off the porch and made rounds.  There were guard shacks in between the guard towers posted at each corner of the camp.  The camp wasn’t too large by most other standards and its locale was less than ideal. 
	At the mess hall for the serving of the Skewskees the two Uberon officers paused then stepped inside.  It wasn’t much difference in temperature.  A hundred Skews were within, huddling over their soups and hot water.  A dead hush fell over them all.  Commandant NoBallz stepped up to the central pot bellied stove and opened its door.  Inside there were dying coals.  The bucket in which wood was normally found was empty.
	“Why is there no wood for this stove?” he asked to anyone who would answer.
	“We-we’ve used it for the cooking stove, Herr Kommandant.” replied a voice.
	NoBallz nodded his head, made an about-face and made his way back to the door.  
	In the morning sufficient wood was collected to stock both stoves in the mess hall.  The stoves in the 12 barracks were still limited on warmth.  But then again all the barracks were somewhat limited in something, lacking in warmth, blankets, necessities.  But Adrick NoBallz understood that there were other Kamps that were far worse--so the grumblings from his prisoners and resettlement scum were nill.
	Most of the work needed to maintain the camp/kamp was done naturally by its inhabitants, the prisoners and unsettled Skewskees.  NoBallz sat in his outer office looking out over the compound, watching as Skewskee did their assigned details; sweeping, mending barracks, gathering wood and doling it out to whatever barracks needed it the most.
	His eyes fell upon a small family.
	“Who are they?” he mused aloud, unaware (somewhat) that his adjutant was in the room with him.  A busy man, a fussy man; but he kept a tight ship for his commandant and so NoBallz kept him around.
	“I don’t know, sir, but I’ll find out.” he paused a moment to see if his commandant really wanted to know or was he merely musing.  He then left quickly.  NoBallz rocked lightly in his chair and watched as snow once more began to conceal the camp.
	“The Brobowskas, Herr Kommandant.”
	The day was late and the temperature was surely below zero.  But in the Introduction/Reception Room it was quite warm.  On the walls were paintings in oil of great generals, admirals, and leaders of the nation of Uberon, the Fatherland of all the world.  There were sparse furnishings and so-so carpeting on the floor.  The windows were covered with thick heavy dark green drapes.  Not only was there a pot bellied stove to warm the 12x15 room but there, too, was a fireplace.
	The room was illuminated by two table lamps, there was a so-so ornate sofa with cherry wood trim, a matching chair and love seat.  Coffee table to match and two end tables.  Two large non-matching chest of drawers occupied one wall while a floor lamp and bookcase occupied another.
	Smartly Adjutant Officer Captain Hillerbua snapped his heels together and stood rigid.  He was a very efficient officer.  Adrik was glad to have him on staff, although he was a bit too stuffy and annoying at times.
	NoBallz stepped up to the young woman, the mother of the small family.  She kept her head bowed and stared at the floor, at the kommandant’s high polished black shoes.
	“Name?” he asked.
	She paused a moment before answering,
	“Tell him your name!” shouted angrily AO Hillerbua, he had a riding croup and smacked it against the woman’s thigh.
	“No-no, Captain,” Kommandant Noballz said intervening, “these are my guest and we treat “guest” far better than the other scum.” there was a slight quivering smile on his lips.  
	“Ya Vole!  Herr Kommandant!” sparked the Adjutant, he snapped his whole body and stood erect staring down the Skewskee woman with glare in his eyes.  The woman in question did not move, not a hair.  She kept her head down clenching her body tight.
	“Name?” NoBallz asked again.
	“In-Inkaa,” she replied nervously.
	NoBallz nodded his head then sidestepped to the next.
	A boy, the oldest of the family; his head, too, was bowed, dirty sandy brown hair that was long and unkempt.  His clothes were rags, as was his mothers.  Casually Adrik glanced at the mother again, noting her thin near frail body, off-colored skin, her breasts of some size about 32C.  No bra, that would be a luxury, her nipples he could just see in the dim light of the room.
	“Name?” he called still glancing to Inkka.
	“Han-Hans-Hanska.” blurted the boy stammering.  He was a lad approx. thirteen-fourteen years of age.
	The Kommandant sidestepped to the next member, a girl, the oldest girl.  
	“Bionka.” she said not waiting for the kommandant to ask.
	Again his smile quivered.  He nodded his head and mused at her, she was approx. twelve, she had beginner’s breasts, palm sized.  He doubted she even had any underpants on.  And she was probably a virgin.
	His mind began to whirl and a stirring began in his cock.
	He pinched himself for such thoughts, became rigid and admonished himself for his break in discipline--if not protocol.
	The next child was ten year old Minkis followed by her little brother Vihemka, who was merely eight.
	His control over them was absolute.  Inkaa and the children knew that their very survival depended upon their ability to please at all times Adrik NoBallz.  He needn’t state it, it was obvious and understood by the Brobowska family.
	Kommandant Adrik NoBallz had private quarters at the main office, he also had a small abode at the one side of the camp--it had once belonged to a feudal lord who had governed the area years before the war.  He was long dead and the house vacant.
	It was not a large house by any means, two floors, one kitchen, two bathroom, three fireplaces.  It was a summer home, or had been, with little use in the winter.  The other high ranking officer staff also had small abodes about the camp and also had taken on Skewskee staff--it spared their lives and otherwise feeble existence in an ever growing encampment.

	The task of keeping house was not a great one, their were meals to prepare, wood to keep, and such as the like like that there.  Young Vilhemka didn’t have too much to do, but he kept account of the wood stock and carried out the garbage.  Sister Minkis ran errands, delivering messages from the house to the office and other officers throughout the camp.
	Hanska chopped the wood and did mostly outside chores.  Sister Bionka and the mother did the housecleaning and food preparation.  NoBallz continued to sup alone and first.  The Brobowska family benefited again by being allowed to have the same food as the kommandant.
	Occasionally members of the kommandant’s staff came to sup, they played cards, dominoes,  listened to the latest music or listened to what was on the radio.  Rarely did they discuss the war, politics, or even the Skewskees and their plight.

	A few days after the Brobowska family moved into Kommandant NoBallz’ home than did he call for Bionka.  It was a blustery day, for sure the temperature was below zero, a thick layer of icy snow laid upon the ground of the compound.  Inkka Brobowska and her son, Hanska, were delivering excess wood to the others Kommandant Staff homes.  Minkis was in the Kommandant’s Office with another Skewskee cleaning.  Young Vilhemka was taking a nap.
	Bionka stood with hands before her, head bowed.  At all times all members of the family avoided direct eye contact with their benefactor, in facts--it was the general nature of ALL Skewskees to avoid eye contact with the superior race of Uberons.  It just wasn’t done.
	Adrik’s private bedroom was warm and cozy, a four poster canopy bed with green trim.  There were only two windows, both concealed by thick heavy green curtains.  The floor was nicely warmed by a thick green shag carpet and hot water pipes running just underneath.
	A fireplace occupied a corner, a bookcase occupied an entire wall.  More paintings in oil filled the walls, ships and mountains with one a self-portrait of the original owner of the abode, Lord Blyth the Kalm.
	Bionka no longer wore rags, she was well dressed in so-so attire that would keep her so-so warm, including undergarments, socks, and even gloves.  Being a girl, female, she was still restricted to dresses.
	She was fearful but her discipline persuaded her to be cooperative and do whatever was necessary to keep her family safe and in the good grace of their master.  
	Kommandant NoBallz shut the door quietly behind him and lingered there, hands behind him.  Bionka had come just so far into the room, head bowed, staring at the near sickly green carpeting.  Her back was to the kommandant, she waited.
	And waited.
	And waited some more.
	There was no clock in the room, nor in the house.
	The fireplace crackled and popped, the smell of potpourri scented the room of cinnamon and apples.  
	“Remove that dress.” came the low mono voice of the kommandant.
	There was no hesitation, no forethought, no balking.  Slowly Bionka complied, pulling the dress off of her twelve year old body.  She let the garment fall, she was instantly nude.  NoBallz behind her at the closed door drifted his eyes upon her, feasting mostly on her dainty young ass.  He licked his lips; though lo it WAS forbidden to engage in any way with Skewskees, it was done regardless--most higher officers of the Uberon Kommand had Skewskee concubines to warm their beds.  It was said that even the Illustrious Leader himself had a Skewskee in his bed--though no one was going to confront him about it.
	“Bend over.” NoBallz commanded.
	Bionka did so.  She further parted her cheeks, legs apart, as per his command.  NoBallz gouged his growing cock inside his dark navy blue uniform slacks.  His self-discipline began to wane, he cocked his head to and fro and then…
	Bionka anticipated the touch, whether a Skewskee or an Uberon, all men, boys, males desired to “touch” a girl’s dainty ass.  The kommandant still wore his black gloves; his fingers delved into the child’s crack, pressing a finger against her rim hole.
	Bionka flinched as she had not anticipated THAT!
	NoBallz then cinched himself up to the girl’s bum.  His eyes fluttered, his cock surged and pressed hard through his slacks into the crack of the young girl.  Bionka gripped her knees, her young mind a whirl in the nuance of what was happening.  
	The kommandant pressed himself and found himself actually humping, his hands gliding up and down the child’s hips, her backside.  He looked down to see what he was doing.  He didn’t feel shame, or even aghast at his actions.  He backed off and leaned against the bookcase.
	“Go to the bed.” he commanded her.
	Bionka complied with that, too.
	For several moments he admired her, her breasts and yea her hips were not yet fully developed.  As she lay on the ornate somewhat extravagant bed with her hands to her sides, NoBallz fastened his eyes onto her cunny, her lovely-lovely cunny that was virtually hairless.  Again the kommandant’s trouser snake made its presence known.
	Bionka stared up to the dark green canopy above her, she didn’t blink, lick her lips, or move an inch.  She had heard tales of what went on in private quarters of some kommandants.
	There were even blatant stuff that happened in front of Skewskees; rape, torture, both.  She felt herself trembling but had decreed with herself that she would do anything, anything to keep her family safe.
	Adrik NoBallz approached the bed and stood with his knees just to it.  The naked Skewskee laying there gulped and gripped the thick heavy cover beneath her.  
	“Don’t be frightened.” NoBallz cooed to her.
	And almost instantly she was.  She relaxed as much as she possibly could, there was a little fright still within her, but that was a given.  Her eyes fluttered and she gave a little glance to the kommandant.
	He was staring at her, specifically her cunny.
	Bionka grew a little embarrassed.
	Then Kommandant NoBallz touched her there, her cunny, with a gloved finger.  Bionka shuddered some and clenched, she gulped and instinctively parted her legs.  There was almost a moan from NoBallz, his eyes changed, lingering on the young nakedness before him.
	Slowly he moved the girl, to where she laid width wise, her legs draped over the edge of the bed, Kommandant NoBallz essentially “between” her legs.  Bionka lay perfectly still, her eyes once more focused on the non-descript canopy above her.
	His fingers continued examining her most holy of holies, he wasn’t hurting her so she did nothing.  (even if he DID hurt her she would do nothing.)  Then the fingering stopped.  Bionka thought of looking to the kommandant to see if he wanted her to do something else--whatever that may be, when she heard something.
	A zipper.
	Her young mind went into another whir.
	She had two brother, Hanska and Vilhemka, naturally she had seen them naked, she had seen grown men in the three kamps she and her family had been in--naked men.  Teenage boys and old men, too.  She couldn’t figure, though--what was the kommandant doing?  Was he going to pee on her?  She made a face at that, Vilhemka had peed on her a few times, she didn’t care for it.
	Then, there was something “else” touching her most holy of holies.
	It didn’t take Bionka but a moment to realize what.  She waited for the hot pee to splash onto her.  But it didn’t happen; instead, the kommandant “humped” her.  His pee-pee (cock) laid against her hairless slit and began “riding”, humping her.
	NoBallz’s mighty Uberon schlong rested against the child’s naked cunny, he humped with eyes closed, grinding against the cunny lips.  Somewhere during that time he had removed his gloves, his bare hands came to roam the girl’s body, up to her chest to tweak her nipples, then up along her sides.
	Bionka lay still, opening her little legs a little more, clenching now and then and enduring.  She anticipated being raped, she had seen other Uberon officers doing such at a former kamp.  But those girls had caused problems, had tried to escape and fight and not follow the commands of the officers.  They had been mercilessly raped, defiled, and killed in front of the other Skewskees, the point was gotten across and the remaining Skewskees would be no trouble.
	But Bionka was no trouble, she and her family were doing all that Kommandant NoBallz asked of them, if not more.  She confused herself and at length resolved to endure and wait it out.
	NoBallz humped and humped and humped, he lingered and languished, probing the delicate pussy, grinding the head of his cum squirter to the very entrance of the girl’s womanness.  But he did not penetrate her.  He began to cum, though, he shuddered all over and lost some of his usually rigid composure.  He squirted coating Bionka’s pussy thoroughly.
	He watched his juices soil the hairless cunny, the feeling was one of uniqueness, he relished it and deeply desired to do so again.  He stood on trembling weak legs, his penis still out, drooping some, leaking greatly.
	“Come.” he said.  He felt sweat pooling and running rivers inside his uniform, sweat beaded on his upper lip and forehead.  Bionka scooted off of the bed, she had fingered her cunny which had been humped like never before--she had spread her legs and let her brother Hanska hump her, but that was long ago, a couple of years and not since.
	Semi nervously Bionka stepped up to the kommandant.  He flopped his saucey dog before her, “Clean it off.” he commanded her.  Bionka firstly looked about, there was nothing handy in which to do the job.  Then the bare hand of the kommandant came to the back of her head, he waggled his cock and pressed it towards her.
	Bionka got the notion then.
	She was a little horrified by it, gulped and balked.  She could smell it, she could see it, she surely didn’t want to “taste” it!  But that was what was being commanded of her; her emotions almost got the better of her but she got a grip of herself and opened her mouth.
	The saucey cock entered within and Bionka retched, it was an uncontrollable retching, a gagging and she felt incredibly ill.  The foul prong entered into her mouth and filled it, then withdrew to rub against her face.  Bionka continued to retch some.
	“Turn about.” NoBallz commanded.  Thankful that she would not have to ingest the kommandant’s cock again she gleefully turned about.  She was pushed to the bed, her knees to the floor.  NoBallz began a bout of caressing her ass, patting it, almost in a spanking manner but not.
	Then his Uberon stiff schlong (again) came pressing against her flesh, grinding into her crack and poking earnestly to her a-hole.  Bionka flinched and clenched herself to the bed in anticipation of what she had seen done to a girl in the last kamp.
	But it didn’t happen.
	The kommandant poked and prodded her hole and crack, then slapped his member against her flesh before there were several lingering minutes of nothing, although she thought she heard something going on, but couldn’t be sure.  She didn’t dark look back but continued to cling to the bed.
	Bionka then heard a noise, similar to a sigh, the kommandant was moving, backing up, standing up.
	“Put your dress on, get out.”
	Bionka moved slowly, somewhat fearful that she would be spanked, hit, beaten, and or killed.  The kommandant had his gloves on and his penis was back inside his trousers, he stood staring at the fire.  Bionka picked up her dress and put it back on.  She paused a moment to make sure there was nothing else.
	There was nothing else, she opened the door and scatted.

                                                   *****

	Bionka’s mother and brother Hanska returned from their duties, discovering Bionka naked in front of a mirror in their shared bedroom.
	“What are you doing, my leepshun?” 
	The girl whirled around, it was too dimly lit in the room to see expressions clearly, but the mother noted something just the same.  
	“Go downstairs and make sure all the buckets have wood--as well as the stoves and fireplaces.”
	Reluctantly Hanska obeyed, they had just gotten in from the cold and he hadn’t a chance to warm himself yet, but he obeyed.  When he had gone Inkaa came to her naked child.
	Inkaa examined her young daughter, noting what appeared to be drying cum stains in her private areas.  She ushered her child into the bathroom and washed her off.  Nothing was said, not until the nude child was sitting on a bed she shared with her sister and little brother.  
	Bionka then told the whole story of what happened in the kommandant’s room.   At first Inkaa was appalled, dismayed, slightly pissed off and horrified.  But it was the way of the Uberon, not only to enslave the Skewskees, but to humiliate and degrade them.
	“Did he hurt you, my little leepshun?”
	“No, mum.” Bionka said and insisted.
	Inkaa sighed, what to do--what to do…

                                                 *****

	The following evening and Kommandant NoBallz finally got away from the “office” and made for his humble abode.  He knew Inkaa would have a hot meal ready for him.  The freezing temperatures had cause problems for the kamp, bursting pipes and frost bite.  Forty new Skewskee arrivals had come, he was assured that there were would be more AND to put a noogie on it the prospect of taking Allied Prisoners he might have to take on.
	Kamp Kessla was not equipped to take on enemy soldiers, he would need more guards--of which he was not allocated to get.  He would need more materials to build/construct barracks--of which he would not be receiving along with the new potential prisoners.  He would need food and blankets and everything to support the new prisoners.  None of which he would be getting, ‘Do the best you can with what you got.’ he was told.
	The war was going very badly for the Uberon forces and all resources thick & thin were needed to quell rebellions and push back the invading forces bent on rescuing & freeing the enslaved and imprisoned Skewskees.
	He paused a moment once inside the door.  The curtains were all drawn; it continued with his efforts to keep the warmth in, the cold out, and secrecy to an optimum.  The fireplace crackled warmth, in the kitchen there were sounds of tinkling silverware.  
	Suddenly there was movement, someone dashing down the stairs.
	NoBallz braced and saw a figure come into the flickering light.
	Minkis.  She was giggling and nude.  She was wet, too.  Chasing her was Hanska who had been giving her a bath before dinner.  He paused as he came to the bottom of the stairs.
	“I-I’m sorry, Herr Kommandant.” the boy gulped and was gravely frightened.  Minkis continued to stand butt bare ass naked looking at the kamp kommandant.  She wrinkled her cute little nose and smiled at him.
	For a moment, he almost smiled back.
	Hanska stooped over and scooped his naked sibling up.  She kicked and fussed some, Hanska positioned her over his shoulder and lightly smacked her bare bottom.  “OUCH!” she cried out, but she wasn’t hurt.
	She clung to her brother as they ascended the stairs, the little girl waved her fingers at the kommandant, smiling and being oh so cute.  The kommandant again almost smiled.  He was warmed inside.  It was a good feeling.  But one he could ill afford.  He moved towards the kitchen, but paused and peered up into darkness at the top of the stairs (ohhhh, good title for a book!) and waved his fingers at Minkis.

	Just a little later on that same evening; NoBallz sat on his bed, the day had been particularly exasperating, and there would be no better day come the morrow.  Despite the warmth of the room he shook the icy fingers of gloom from his body and fussed with the removal of his boots.
	A gentle knock at the door interrupted his efforts.
	It was Bionka again.  Smiling, twirling her hair, carrying a hunk of wood.  Her lips were pulled in and she seemed embarrassed, awkward.  She batted her eyes and fidgeted in place.  NoBallz paused a moment then stepped aside to let her in.
	A few awkward moments and then Adrik returned to his bed to again remove his knee high boots.  Bionka placed the chunk of wood in the bucket beside the fireplace than came to stand before the kommandant.  She smiled as she noted his difficulties in removing the shiny black boots.  She gave him a hand, tugging and pulling and finally removing the right boot and then the left one.
	He paused a moment and then stood, undoing his uniform jacket.
	Bionka stood looking at him and then she took his jacket and draped it over the back of the chair at his desk.  He kept his dress shirt on but undone his uniform slacks.  After stepping out of the slacks he stood in wool underwear.  He removed his dress shirt and re-sat on the bed.
	Bionka draped the slacks over the jacket on the chair and then stood before the kommandant again.  She did not look into his eyes, as per decree and respect.  She seemed to be thinking.  Then, in a slow fluidic motion she pulled off her dress.
	Again she was nude beneath.
	Adrik reached out to her and pulled her in towards him and the bed.  His hands cupped her ass, traveling up and down her body, his eyes fixed on her chest, her “lumps”, and then down to her little cunny.  A fleeting memory of earlier recalling the little Skewskee sister, Minkis.  
	Bionka did nothing but blush a little, tense up some.  A long talk she had had with her mother, but Bionka had already decreed unto herself that she would do anything (ANYTHING) to keep her family in the good giving graces of herr kommandant.
	Her mother was proud of her daughter, they had endured so much, witnessed so much since the decree to eliminate the Skewskee race as a whole.  So anything to do to preserve their lives no matter what the circumstances, vile or otherwise.
	Bionka understood this, even at her young age.
	NoBallz laid back on the bed, unhitching his winter underwear.  Again, Bionca helped out and the Uberon was naked.  His might Uberon schlong was curved slightly and nearly fully rigid.
	Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said.  During her talk with her mother, Bionka learned that boys, especially men, enjoyed girls--like Bionka, to “play” with their pee-pees.  Bionka understood only a little, and so it was brother Hanska who had to fully school Bionka; the boy understood that it was for the family’s well being that Bionka and he engage in such deplorable deeds--such as masturbation and oral--all with the approval of their mother.
	And it was their mother who schooled them!
	Hanska already knew how to “please himself.”  and had been doing so for quite some time.  He had no sexual thoughts towards his sister and so it was difficult for him to become aroused--and doubly so while his mother was present.  But he understood, it was a necessary thing, to preserve their lives and status.  
	“Close your eyes, Hans,” his mother cooed, “close your eyes and think of Gretka.”  Gretka was a girl-friend from their home town, before the Resettlement Act of Skewskees came to be.  Hanska liked Gretka a lot, he had no idea what had happened to her after being “rounded up.”
	After he had closed his eyes, Inkaa instructed her daughter how to stroke the cock, cup the balls, and make love to the cock (via the hand.)
	Bionka was also schooled in the finer art of cocksucking.
	This gave great pleasure to brother Hanska--it gave please also to Kommandant NoBallz.  Bionka stroked “lovingly” the Uberon’s cock, she had a curiosity she discovered and kept to herself until telling her mother about the deed done later that same nite.
	Bionka loved on the cock, taking great measures not to bring the Uberon off too soon.  The kommandant lay back with one hand supporting his head, the other hand by his side, his legs open wide.  
	Bionka didn’t know what to do about her little “discovery.”  She fondled around the base of the cock and let it be at that.  The kommandant seemed satiated enough and soon he drew the girl up onto him.  Bionka made her way, she had planned on sucking him like she had sucked her brother hours earlier, but…
	Laying on the Uberon officer Bionka nestled allowing him to do whatever he wished.  Nothing too serious, so far, he merely ran his hands up and down her nude body, mostly interested in her ass.  She could feel his mighty cock beneath her.  After a while he began working her body up and down, grinding her against his manhood.
	The natural instinct thing kicked in and her legs draped over the man’s waist, she naturally lifted her hips and felt the presence of being prodded.  Earlier that day she had lain down on her own bed with a heavy towel under her.  Her nude brother had finished licking out her pussy, this only enthralled him for the next instructed task schooled by their mother.
	Bionka masturbated herself and then guided in her brother’s cock to make it easier later on for being fucked by the kommandant, of which Inkaa suspected he would do.
	And she was right.
	Naturally, though, the Uberon’s cock was much larger in length and girth than her fourteen year old brother’s.  Bionka gasped as just the massive head slipped into her womanhood.  BoBallz gripped her ass and held her, pausing a moment before continuing his plunging.
	Bionka held her tongue, and her breath, the great cock eased in more and more--she was still very “tight” as she had only recently been “broken in.”  
	Whether or not the kommandant had actually sunk himself fully within her Bionka didn’t know, but he was in sufficiently and then began to pump.  NoBallz did all the work, his great hands on her hips working her up and down, his cock pumping into crevice.
	Twice, or maybe three times, the kommandant pulled out and humped the girl’s crack, poking her asshole and then humping her other crack before reinserting into her vagina and fucking her for several minutes.    
	At length the sex act seemed to be “complete.”  The kommandant’s phallus eased out and laid neatly between Bionka’s ass cheeks.  Her ass, and lo her body as a whole, was a sheen layer of sex sweat.  He consoled her, caressing her ass and still humping lightly her crack.
	Bionka noted after awhile the Uberon had ceased all movement.
	His eyes were closed, he was asleep.
	Gently and slowly Bionka slipped off of the kommandant, picked up her dress and eased out of the room.  Her mother was sitting in a chair in their own bedroom, the hour was late, the other Brobowska children were asleep.  Bionka came to her mother, together they went into the bathroom for to clean Bionka up.  It was hear Bionka told her mother that Herr Kommandant NoBallz didn’t have everything like brother Hanska did.
	“Oh?”
	“Yes, mum,” said the daughter, and as if by unknown cue, Hanska stepped into the bathroom.  He was nude, sleeping, and his penis drooping to one side.  He noted his mother and sister and stared at them.  The boy in need to pee stepped up to the toilet and commenced to do so.
	Afterwards Inkaa turned her son about, “What does herr kommandant not have, leepshun?”
	Almost timidly Bionka cupped her brother’s dangling testicles, “these, ma’ma, he doesn’t have these.”

                                                   *****

	It soon became Bionka’s duties to undress the kommandant when he prepared to go to bed for the evening.  It was also her duty to lay on him and to be made love to.  It became a ritual.  Often times she would watch for him, knowing when he generally had finished in the office and would be returning to the home for his evening meal.  She would watch for him at the window--and if he came alone…
	Kommandant NoBallz was greatly amused to open the door to his warm abode to find Bionka stark naked waiting for him.  She often before he stepped too far into the home worked his cock out and sucked him to some semblance of “off.”
	To further please him she often laid out on the sofa, the chair, kitchen chair masturbating with her legs open wide.  Sometimes if her mother and other siblings were gone at the time or busy elsewhere in the house she would bend over the table and spread her cheeks.  This gave the kommandant the chance and opportunity to bugger her--and he often did.
	One evening, though, Bionca fell ill; she wasn’t at dinner--though Brobowska family had begun to sup with the kommandant.  He sat on his bed fussing with his boots when a polite-gentle knock came to his door.
	“Come in.” he said.
	The door opened and there stood Minkis.
	Her mother Inkaa stood behind her and gently pushed her young child inward.  She closed the door and left the two alone.  Minkis stood in a short dress fidgeting like young children often do; twisting on one foot and then the other, twisting their little bodies, and so on.
	With her help his tight fitting dress boots were removed; she was not as expert as was her older sister, she fell both times in the struggle to remove the slick boots.
	Thereafter the Uberon removed the rest of his clothing himself, he stood with his massive Uberon cock wavering proudly before her.  Like Bionka before her, her mother (and brother) had schooled her in preparation.
	Minkis’ tiny childish hands griped the mighty dong, it was hot to the touch and much more firmer than the soft skin schlong of her brother’s.  Kissing and sucking on the head of the beef steak was a little different than doing so to Hanska, too; but there was a similarity to be found as well.  It was still distasteful and not appeasing to the young girl.
	She did her best, though and sucked on the head and stroked the massive cock.  NoBallz humped her pretty face and plunged half of his meaty member into her mouth before having her simply lay out across his bed.  Unlike Bionka, Minkis wore panties.
	But not for long.
	NoBallz firstly had the girl stand before him, after sucking him into some state of euphoria, and lower her panties--slowly.  Then to turn about and BEND OVER.  She spread her cheeks for him and he caressed her cheeks, poked her anus, then had her stand up, pulling her panties up as she did so.
	Then, she laid out on the bed.  The Uberon caressed her ass again, her panties were not snug fitting.  He ran his hands up and down her legs, backside, and sides of her torso--but mostly made rubbing circles on her young ass.
	At breakfast one morning Minkis came sleepily to the table, rubbing her eyes--she slept in the same bed with her sister and little brother and older brother--Bionka was still ill and slept in the other bed with her mother.  So needless to say the mixed siblings fussed the night long and little did any of them get much sleep.
	The kommandant feeling particularly good-humored stretched out for the young girl and whisked her onto his lap.  He patted her, consoled her and rubbed on her.  And though sleepy still the child worked her panties off and worked out the Uberon’s cock--all the while her mother and other siblings were assembling at the kitchen table.
	Hanska did not look directly at what was going on; instead he “dropped” his silverware or a chunk of wood, this gave him the opportunity to look under the table to take note of the kommandant’s cock sliding effortlessly into Minkis’ pussy and or asshole.
	He could hardly wait until the kommandant left for the office for the day.  His mother, too, soon scurried to do daily chores.  He himself had found some chores around the house to do.  Which was fine by him.
	As soon as his mother had gone Hanska hurried into fixing the radiator in the hallway, the stuck door to the downstairs bathroom, and five other “chores” he had set for himself.
	Thereafter he came into the family bedroom.
	Sister Minkis played quietly with Vilhemka.  Hanska let them be and krept to the small bedroom where his sister Bionka slept.  She was still ill after half a week from the beginning.  He had brought her breakfast but knew she would probably not be interested.
	She was still asleep.  Kommandant NoBallz had brought some pills from the pharmacy supposedly to help her get over whatever it was she had.  Hanska lightly touched her, on her leg.  (or therebouts.)  She had bed covers pulled over her so it was a guess.  Lightly he shook her.  Bionka was already a sound sleeper as it was, with the addition of whatever the pills were made her ten times as sleepy.
	Painstaking measures were taken as Hanska pulled the coverings down--passed her chest, stomach, and then waist.  She wore bedclothes, a single pajama outfit and panties.  Hanska bit his lip, his thoughts were mixed and jumbled.  He DID think of Gretka, he assumed she was probably dead--raped by some Uberon officer.
	Slowly with slight trembling hands he pulled the thin nightgown up, just to expose her midriff.  The nightgown was a gift from the kommandant, being his house staff allowed them such luxuries as fitting clothing, too.
	He paused a moment, finding his heart beating and beads of sweat rolling about his body.  He didn’t know why, he had made love to Bionka before, with his mother coaching!  But it felt different somehow, she wasn’t present and somehow that changed things.
	Slowly-slowly he pulled the undergarment down.  Before he had tried to closely exam his sister’s cunt, but he felt odd about it and his mind was filled with Gretka and other girls, even Minkis.  Staring at Minkis was no big deal he felt, it was okay to sort of ogle a little sister, not one who was coming of age like Bionka.
	At the previous kamps he had seen older girls, teen girls and young adult girls naked.  Some had been raped right in front of him.  He tried blotting those images out of his mind but feared the nightmare of the ordeal to linger for a long-long time.
	Bionka was getting a fine layer of peach fuzz on her pussy.  He himself had pubes, thick and soft, covering his balls nicely.  He had been informed of the fact that the kommandant had no balls.  Hanska wondered why, what had happened?  Was he born that way, a war injury, what?
	The panties were pulled just to expose her cunny.  She was a bit musty and there was the slight odor of urine.  His cock ache and he sweated more, his heart beated stronger and his lust for his sister intensified.
	He crawled onto the bed, working Bionka’s panties down her legs, opening her legs and lightly touching her pussy with his engorged cock.  Would she be pissed off if she should wake while he was in her?  He looked to the bedroom door, what if Minkis and/or Vilhemka should come in?  or his mother?  OR the kommandant?
	Bionka stirred.  Hanska’s cock ached.  He eased the head of his cock into her and guided himself all the way in.  Bionka fluttered her eyes, sighed, moaned, arched her back--but otherwise remained asleep.
	Hanska slowly and very slowly began pumping.  Each successive pump motion increased ten-fold his lust factor.  He didn’t want to go into piston fucking mode, that would surely awaken her.  Or would it?   
	He chanced it, the feeling in the head of his cock was too great to ignore.  Bionka parted her legs instinctively and Hanska humped faster.  He caressed his own ass, squeezing a cheek as well as spanking himself.  He was a bed humper, he found it was more pleasurable to hump his bed than to simply jerk off.  Jerking off was too quick, whereas to hump the bed allowed him to linger in his thoughts of Gretka, of Jarletta, Merleena, and Kellenna--all girls from his former neighborhood he had once fancied.
	Finally the moment came and he did.  A torrent flood of immeasurable euphoria filled him; his toes crinkled, his hair tingled, his cock pumped luscious liquid.  For a moment or two he was no longer in control of his body.  The sensation was beyond description--he only knew that he wanted to do it more.  And more.  The sensation was far greater than simple wanking off, or even bed humping.  He had to do it, again--and again--and again.
	But not all at once.
	Once filling Bionka’s pussy with his love juices he pulled free and sat back, his cock was incredibly sensitive and still yet more cum sputtered from the piss slit.  He watched his cum ooze out of his sister’s cunny, his balls tingled and surged and he almost wanted to fuck her again.
	He held off.  He had errands to do.
	Carefully he pulled Bionka’s panties back up (without firstly cleaning her) and pulled her nightgown back down and covers back up.  He then kissed her warm forehead and left.

                                                  *****

	A never ending plethora of errands and chores kept the Brobowska family quite busy.  On one of his return trips to the House of Ballz (?), Hanska stood on the back porch stomping off the snow and muck before traipsing it into the nice clean Uberon house.
	After stomping the snow and muck from his shoes he turned to go into the house when he slipped on the snow & much and clunked to the floor.  He lay sprawled trying to gather himself--for a fleeting moment he was in a panic from an unknown but subconscious reason.
	When he finally managed to gather himself and stand his clothes were soiled.  There was naught to do but undress and make for the bedroom.  Stripping down and leaving his soiled clothes in the enclosed porch he stepped nakedly into the house.  It was a little warm but not very.  Quickly he stuffed the kitchen fireplace with wood then scurried to the living room and stuffed the fireplace there.
	His nude body shivered until the air in the small room warmed.  He stood caressing his ass, smacking it some and stretching, thoughts no where in particular, he was faring better (far better) than those poor Skewskees in the barracks.
	Suddenly the front door opened and Kommandant NoBallz scurried in.  He paused as he had come in suddenly on the naked Skewskee warming himself at the fireplace.  Hanska froze, though warmed sufficiently.  He probably could explain and get out of it.  Probably.  Maybe.  But stood still, waiting.  The Uberon removed his gloves and hat and cast them off to the waiting chair to one side of the door, then his outer jacket.  Nothing was said.
	Slowly the kommandant approached, his eyes fixed on the young nude Skewskee standing by the fire.  He came right up to the young teen, in the flickering firelight the kommandant appeared more menacing than he actually was; a square jaw, narrow eyes, a square head on top of a rigid 6 foot frame.
	“I-I slipped.” murmured Hanska.
	“Pardon?” NoBallz inquired.
	“I-I was on the back porch--and I-I slipped.” the rest of his explanation he couldn’t get out.  The kommandant nodded, his eyes drifting over the boy’s nude body.
	Hanska licked his lips nervously and then stood more erect, hands to his side.  He noted the kommandant’s eyes “feasting” on his young drooping tallywhacker.
	“I must change for a meeting this evening in town, you will help, yes?”
	Hanska Brobowska nodded that he would--who was he to say no to an Uberon officer such as Kommandant NoBallz?
	Up the stairs they went, Hanska leading the way.
	In the kommandant’s private bedroom Hanska now had the task of removing the Uberon’s boots.  It was a struggle and Hanska flopped to the floor on both boots.  NoBallz removed his clothing while Hanska set out the dress clothing the kommandant would be wearing.
	When he was as nude as Hanska, Hanska stood somewhat sheepishly facing him.  NoBallz fondled his prick (his own), and continued to muse over the young nude boy.
	“Turn around.” commanded the kommandant.
	Hanska did so.  His mind in a blur, he didn’t know what to expect; he rather expected to be killed.  He gulped and tried to pray the Blorka, the Skeewskee religious doctrine of divine prayer.  There were as many as 112 versus, most Skeewskee children knew the lengthy prayer by their 12 year of life, their year of Ascension.
	None of the 112 versus Hanska could remember to recite, it was thought (if not proclaimed) that reciting at the very least just one of the prayers would open the door to Heaven--being on imminent death that was.
	“Bend over.” came the next command.
	This was unexpected.  Hanska didn’t know, he had seen Skewkees killed by having their brains basically blown out of their heads--with the end of a pistol of rifle in their mouths, sometimes their ears. Usually a Skeewskee was killed off with a shot to the forehead or chest.
	He was aware of the Uberon behind him, directly behind him.  He stepped closer and then--and then--then--OH MY GOD!
	Hanska gripped his knees, his mouth fell open.  He blinked his eyes excessively trying to comprehend what was happening.  Kommandant NoBallz was rubbing his hands, his bare hands, all over his (Hanska’s) bare ass; even up the crack!  Hanska gulped and felt his heart pounding in his chest.  Not only could he not think of a Divinity Prayer, nor could he a curse word, an expletive or superlative!  Nothing.
	Then he felt the great Uberon’s cock.
	Hanska ceased breathing.  ’Holy fucking shit!’ he blinked his eyes and found a curse to utter.  The Uberon’s cock poked Hanska’s hole, his backdoor, his super tight and very virginal exit hole.  The cock then did grind against his crack, pressing against his taint then gouging his balls.
	But the poking was the most.
	And the poking became more and more earnest with no actual penetration.  NoBallz smacked Hanska’s bare ass with his great superior Uberon cock, then had the boy lay out on the bed.  NoBallz then began caressing the ass, smacking and spanking, driving a finger into the tight sphincter.
	At length he was turned over and NoBallz began toying with the boy’s own cock.  He seemed most interested in Hanska’s ball sac.  Hanska lay perched on his elbows.  
	The clock on the mantle alerted Kommandant NoBallz that time was short, he stood, “I must get ready.” he said.  Hanska understood, ’get the fuck out!’
	He slipped off of the bed was held from getting up fully to a standing position.  Somehow he knew.  He came to be on his knees, before him was the massive seven inch cock of the Uberon.  (minus the testicle sac)  NoBallz stroked the mammoth prick, then pulled taut the skin at the base--only inches was the bulbous glisten upturned knob from the Skeewskee’s lips.  Hanska closed his eyes and leaned in…
	The “taste” of cock in his mouth lingered for after the offense had taken place.  He stared mindlessly at his dumpling occupying his plate, almost all of the Uberon’s cock he had sucked for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only merely a couple of minutes--if that long.
	Was this a new beginning?  Would the kommandant now demand not only to have sexual relations with Bionka but Hanska, too?  Bionka had proclaimed that she had submitted to the master of the house solely to preserve the family.  They were warm, slept in beds, had clothes, had food, and came and went as they pleased (within the kamp.)
	Since their arrival weeks earlier, 20-plus Skewkees had been killed.  As many as fifteen had died from exposure.  Twice that were clinging to life but not expected to see the end of winter.  One hundred had been shipped out to another kamp.
	The preservation of life.  At any cost.  He sighed and was somewhat moody the rest of the evening.

	He held the object in his hands a moment, stroked it and thought deeply.  Could he?  Should he?  It was a “foreign” object to be sure.  Already his asshole clenched up in anticipation.  On second thought, though, he determined cramming the broomstick handle into his virgin bum hole would not be gentle. 
	As he was in the kitchen already he sought out a proper “lubricant.”
	As he had never done such a thing before, he didn’t know what to look for.  There was butter, but not a lot.  There was a small bucket of lard, too.  All seemed appropriate to lubricate his asshole and the broken shaft of the broom handle.  His asshole clenched tight again, all for the sanctity of preserving his family…
	Olive oil he found and that seemed to be just the thing, there was plenty of that.  His sister Bionka was recovering but had the sniffles, as did Minkis.  Both sisters were in the shared bedroom, he couldn’t go there.  There were no private rooms in the house, all rooms were “open” rooms.  Only the two bedrooms and bathrooms had doors.  He made for the downstairs bathroom.
	There was no time to think; thinking would lead to balking and talking himself out of the deed he was to do.  He had decreed that he needed to “sodomize” himself to better prepare his asshole for penetration from the Uberon master.  It was a deplorable act but like his sister, anything to save them from returning to the barracks to die slowly.
	With the makeshift dildo-anal prod sufficiently lubricated with the olive oil as well as his fingers of which he probed his asshole in preparation, he gripped the smoothed broomstick handle and began guiding it into his backdoor.
	There was resistance and discomfort.  He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to be buggered by Kommandant NoBallz.  (and he seriously hoped that if he had to suck the kommandant’s cock again it would be BEFORE being buggered!) 
	Strangely Hanska found that after sliding the wooden cock up his ass his own cock got hard.  A strange nuance occurred and he had the need to whack it.  He jammed the stick into his ass more and more finding his pud becoming more and more enraged.
	Bionka.  Bionka and Minkis were upstairs.
	Again, his mind shut off logical thought and he hid the wooden phallic behind the toilet, the olive oil back into the kitchen and he darted up the stairs.  
	Bionka and Minkis were playing dolls when their naked brother came in.  The girls were a little shocked at his sudden intrusion.  He said nothing but came towards them as they sat on their bed.  They were in bedclothes and nothing else.  Hanska was sweaty, his asshole hurt, his cock was rigid and seeping some cum.
	Bionka gave her nude brother a long look as he climbed onto the bed.
	But his “determination” seemed more than Bionka (or her sister Minkis) could rebuke.  Bionka laid back, pulling her nightgown up as she went.  She was a little peeved at her ardent brother, but wasn’t sure if she would tell on him or not.  Hanska peered down to her panties, he chewed his lip thoughtfully and then pulled the garment down.
	He lay between her legs, humping the hairless poon, grinding the gash and finding some release in the simple act.  But there was more of a “release” he needed.  Bionka parted her legs and helped guide her horny brother into her crevice.  She shuddered and felt a strange euphoria seethe throughout her young body as inch by inch he slid into her.  His cock was smaller than Kommandant NoBallz, but it still was capable of giving her orgasmic shivers.
	When the entire length of his cock was in he began to pump.
	He rubbed/caressed his ass, squeezed a cheek and then began spanking himself.  He managed to subtly entice his sister Minkis into taking over, spanking him while he fucked.
	Though he tried to hold back, he was unable to and at the pivotal moment he released a torrent of magnificent orgasmic cream.  (in under two minutes.)  his cock languished within Bionka’s pussy, it hadn’t died out or gone “soft”--and would not do so until it was free of her.
	He still felt the urge to pump and so he did, humping some and straining and feeling a little more of his essence filling her.  The feeling was unique and surged within him a new power, a power he did not understand.  He gave his sister another two minutes of fucking before his cock DID die out and become soft.
	When he pulled free finally he noted that he had not actually “cum”, but peed.  The sensation was terrific and he wanted more of it.  (don’t we all!?)  lol
	Though the spirit and mind were willing, the flesh was weak.  He humped his cock with his hand; he had Minkis hand hump it, he had her suck it.  He had Minkis lay back nakedly with her legs wide fingering herself--his cock stirred some and felt as if though it would stiffen--but alas it did not and Hanska left the girls to continue his sodomy.

	Hanska lay awake in his bed, his little brother Vilhemka tossed and turned a bunch, someone in the bedroom shared farted.  There were giggles than came afterwards so it was pinned down to Bionka and Minkis.  His mother slept soundly with them.
	Outside the snow fell silently.  It was mid winter, three to four more months of it at least.  In making his rounds through camp he heard various tidbits of information passed down from the Uberon guards to the Skeeskee captives; Allies for the Cause of the Skewkees were advancing towards Karpath and had been seen on the River Dar.  Karpath was the capitol of the nation of Uberon, the Fatherland.  The River Dar was a main causeway.
	The war may be over before the end of winter!
	But in the meantime…
	It was after midnight when the lights of the Kommandant’s staff car stabbed through the bleak night.  Hanska waited, debated, then fingered his gooied asshole.  It still hurt damn good and he wasn’t sure if it was ready for the acceptance of the kommandant’s cock.  Maybe a few more “sessions” of priming his hole for the final offense.
	The front door slammed shut.  Was the Kommandant in GOOD mood or was he pissed.  What was the meeting all about?  Was the lives of the Skewkees under his care in jeopardy?  (again?)
	Hanska lay in the bed, waiting.  His eyes got heavy but he strained to listen and soon there was the familiar sounds of the kommandant marching up the stairs.  He made no pauses in his steps and went directly to his bedroom.  Once there he slammed shut the door.  Any thoughts of going to the Uberon’s bedroom and becoming a submissive flunky were dashed, the kommandant was pissed and in no mood for fucking around.

	An incident occurred the following morning whereas the Brobowska family was at breakfast when there was a terrible rasping knock at the front door.  It was the adjutant, Adjutant Officer Captain Hillerbua.  He seemed a bit miffed and inquired “Where is Herr Kommandant?”
	“He seems to be sleeping in, Herr Captain.”
	This only infuriated the uppity snooty Uberon.
	“You will wake him, why haven’t you waken him!” he was just a scooch from yelling and being out of control.  
	Hanska scurried quickly up the stairs, semi defiantly Inkaa stood before the staunch disciplined Uberon officer; “Begging your pardon, Herr Captain,” she said with head obligatorily bowed, “it is Herr Kommandant’s standing orders that he awaken himself.”
	“He must be at his duties by seven o’clock!” stated the somewhat pissed off adjutant, never minding the standing order of the kommandant.
	The kommandant came quickly ambling down the stairs still in the process of dressing.
	“It is 7:30 Herr Kommandant!”
	“I can tell the time, Captain Hillerbua.”
	The adjutant didn’t care for being put in his place in front of the subhuman Skewkees.
	“General Kallerkhan is at the office.” he said distinctly.
	A sullen angry look formed over Kommandant NoBallz’ face.  Angrily still he finished buttoning his uniform and then outer jacket.  He stalked out of the house without a word.  A personal matter.

	The kommandant was not seen the entire day.  Inkaa and Hanskaa had errands to run and a house to keep, the girls and the youngest Brobowska kept to themselves in their bedroom.  At six o’clock, an hour after usually scheduled evening meal, the kommandant arrived.  He was quiet and said nothing, he tossed his hat to the chair and merely unbuttoned his jacket.  He didn’t even bother to stomp the snow and mud from his boots.
	For several days after the house of the kommandant seemed to be on edge, the children became very well disciplined so as not to raise the ire of their gracious host.  In the kamp itself, more and more Skewkees were being transported out, many had perished thru the harsh season.  Allied POWs were being brought in, new barracks were being put up, gun emplacements were being put up in the corners of the compound and a general had come to the kamp, taking over command of the kamp’s operation.
	How it would initially affected the Brobowska family wasn’t clear but they were fearful.  Each day there were less and less Skewkees in the camp and more and more Allied prisoners.
	One afternoon Kommandant NoBallz came explaining that the General would be coming for dinner that evening, and everything had to perfect--the children silent and unseen.  Inkaa understood.  For dinner there would be steak, thick juicy steak with lots of trimmings and all.
	Inkaa wasn’t privy to the private conversation of the kommandant (NoBallz) and the general.  She prepared the dinner and served it in the small dinning room, then made herself scarce.
	She found her son Hanska in the upstairs bathroom with a broomstick in his ass.  She was at first naturally a little confused, annoyed, alarmed, and then, lastly--aware.  Nothing was said.  Nothing needed to be said.  Gingerly she herself helped in the task of preparing her son’s bum hole for future fucking by the kommandant--if he should remain the kommandant.
	When after a few minutes of sodomy Hanska had a terrific boner, he seemed in agony, simply jerking wasn’t working to satisfy his cock.  Inkaa led her son out of the bathroom and into their shared bedroom.
	Sisters Bionka and Minkis looked up in some surprise, but then went back to their doll playing quietly.  Vilhemka played with some small blocks that were reprersenitive of vehicles.  
	Hanska was brought to the bed where his sisters were.  Bionka knew what was to transpire.  She leaned up and whispered something to her mother.  Inkaa nodded and Hanska waited.  
	He didn’t have to wait long, Bionka moved back to the bunched pillows, pulling one to her person.  Hanska was a bit confused, he didn’t understand what was happening--or NOT going to happen.  Then, little Minkis laid down.  Her mother pushing her little pajama top up and pajama pants down.  This was followed by the little girl’s panties.
	Hanska remained hard, his balls swelling.  The mother gazed upon Minkis’ vagina, she drew her fingers up and down the slit, pushing her thumb into the meat of the cunt.  Minkis fidgeted and fussed but otherwise tolerated the deed.
	Hanska masturbated, he found his eyes traveling from his naked sibling to his mother.  She wore a simple house dress and while she was bent over the bed in his mind he saw himself putting it to her!
	Instantly he gushed all over with embarrassment.  Sure he could not.  He could do Bionka, that was one thing--but--but to consider porking his mother!
	But it was not his mother he would pork that eve, she pressed her hand to his ass and gently pushed him onto the bed.  Hanska didn’t know why he was not being allowed to fuck Bionka, buy whatever…
	Inkaa Brobowska paused, though, causing Hanska to pause.
	She turned to her son, Vilhelmka.  Clicking her fingers to get his attention the young lad came scurrying quick.  He bounded up onto the bed to get a hug from his mother.  During which time Inkaa pulled down his pajama bottoms.  He bore no underwear and was caressed on his bare bottom.
	She turned the youngster about, displaying him to his sisters.  
	“You must make him ready, my little leepshuns.” she proclaimed.  The girls looked to one another, they had done so unto their brother Hanska, Bionka more so than Minkis.  Now they had the task of doing so unto Vilhelmka.
	So they did.
	And Vilhelmka liked.  He liked a lot.
	Oral sex was the order. Vilhemka's puddling responded involuntarily to the stimulation of his sisters’ mouth and hands; both girls spent a great deal of time with her head bobbing up and down on their brother's erection, taking it into their mouth completely sucking him fully and wholly; and Bionka had the talent enough to engulf as well his hairless gonads!
	Despite Minkis being a virgin, Vilhemka's penis could fit into her virgina without tearing the hymen.  This was done moments after the blowjob to the eight year old.  He was quite elated.  His mother position firstly Minkis and then Vilhelmka onto her, guiding his little pud into her pussy.  She caressed her son’s ass and natural instinct reigned supreme and they began to fuck.
	Minkis did not find absolute pleasure in the deed done, she bit into her lips and fidgeted some more; her eyes fluttered and she seemed somewhat distressed. 
	“It will get better, my little leepshun, it will get better.” cooed her mother.  With that Minkis lay with her little legs spread while her brother fucked her.
	Hanska stood with knees pressed to the bed in agony.  His cock was huge, purple, and ready to burst.  His mother sat back on the bed observing.  Bionka avoided direct eye contact with her brother, but made subtle contact with her mother, who shrugged.
	Bionka fingered her pussy, she seemed in some agony herself.
	Hanska stroked his cock, he needed to fuck, he needed to put his monster cock into someone’s orifice!  Any hole would do.
	And so it was.
	At the apex that Vilhelmka was putting it to Minkis, Bionka positioned herself on the bed and pressed her head to the covers.  She parted a cheek and apparently was inviting her brother in.  Hanska was confused but saddled up to the girl’s bum, caressed the cheeks and then attempted vaginal penetration.
	Which was denied him.
	Bionka instead directed his phallic to her asshole.
	A hole is a hole--Hanska poked the rim and as cum juices were already soiling his prick penetration was not too difficult.

                                                  *****

	For the first time in the winter as she could remember the snow was not falling--even at nightfall!  It was still cold, though.  The hour was late and she disregarded placing another stick of wood into the fire, she would clean the dishes and let the tough ones soak overnite.  The coals would keep and she was tired.
	She turned out the kitchen light and very nearly ran headlong into the kommandant.
	“My pardon, Herr Kommandant.”
	“Tis alright, frow’ka.” he said apologetically.  He bowed courteously and then stepped out of the way to allow her into the living room.
	Inkaa didn’t know what to say or do.  She felt, though, that something was up.  Something that was not good.
	She lingered a moment by the fire, outside the window the snow had begun to fall again.  It was near ten-thirty, it had been a long-long day.  There was hardly any Skewkees in the kamp at all.  Would the Brobowska family be next?
	“I-I have some news for you, Inkaa.”
	Inkaa gulped and held her breath, her hand on the railing of the stairs.
	She waited.
	“General Kallerkhan will be taking over duties as kommandant.”
	Inkaa turned, “And what will become of you, Herr-Herr Kommandant.”
	He paused a moment himself, “I-I shall remain as a part of his staff.”
	The next big question she held in reserve.		

	When the change over would occur Inkaa wasn’t privy on.  She continued to hold her big question to herself lest it be regarded as being selfish.  She sat in the bedroom chair staring at the flickering fire in the pot bellied stove.  One of the girls farted, Minkis, she had gas problems.  
	Inkaa’s mind wandered, but mostly was funneled about the most serious problem; what of the Brobowska family, what of them?  With the problems of the Uberon Forces the hierarchy was sending all Skewkees to concentration camps, or death camps to deal with them finally and totally and quickly.    
	The total solution to the Uberon problem.
	Inkaa fretted, she was rather used to her new life, she wasn’t cold, hungry, or fearful of being raped and/or killed at any moment she breathed.  Her family was well, all was well in the house of Adrik NoBallz.  But with the change of command, General Kallerkhan, how would it be for the Brobowska family?  Casually she wondered if her family satiate him?
	She did fear that even so they might be sent to their deaths regardless, she didn’t feel this way with Kommandant NoBallz, but she did not know the general.  Adrik NoBallz was not a general, he was a colonel.  Neither rank meant anything to Inkaa, though, they were all bastards.  Had she have her way she’d snip their balls off and cock off and nail their hands to their feet!
	Inkaa drifted off to a listless sleep, to be awakened in the wee hours with Minkis crawling onto her lap.  She patted the child, consoled her and wrapped her blanket about them.  She sighed and held her child, rocking, what more heinous debauchery must she endure to save her family?
	The change-over did not occur immediately.  Kommandant NoBallz’ attitude calmed, he was still on edge, but not so as not to enjoy himself once he stepped inside the door to his home--which was for the time being still his.
	Hanska submitted himself to the kommandant, helping with his boots and then with his uniform.  He had practiced earlier sucking on brother Vilhelmka’s cock (this after trying to suck his own!)  Bionka and Minkis sucked Vilhelmka (and pleasing did so to Hanska.)  the taste of the kommandant’s cock was far different than Vilhelmka’s, for one it was bigger.  It was bigger and hot and tasted different for other reasons.  Hanska dismissed the foulness, the mustiness, and sheer size of the mighty Uberon schlong.  He engulfed the monstrous cock and very nearly received juices from it.  (despite the fact that there were no testicles dangling beneath the cock, the superior Uberon still had the ability to ejaculate.  Not like others who gave off great gobs of semen, but close counts.)
	Hanska lay across the bed, gripping it with his eyes fluttering as the mighty Uberon cock made full entry into him.  The sensation was like nothing he could imagine--it WAS far great than the simple broom stick.  He tried to relax but his body muscles wouldn’t cooperate.
	NoBallz mae full entry, gripped the boy’s ass cheeks and humped.
	Hanska clung to the bed for dear life.
	NoBallz sank himself fully and deeply, pulling out most of the way and ramming back in fully.  Then repeated over and over speeding up with each successive pump.
	Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Kommandant NoBallz did make orgasm.  Hanska did do, cumming onto the bed as his cock was right there and for himself to feel good during his anal torment, he humped the bed and thought of doing his sisters, mother, and Gretka.
	The orgasm was intense, both Hanska and NoBallz.
	The Uberon pulled out and smacked Hanska’s ass, clutched at his ball sac and pulled on them kinda harshly.  Then, when Hanska rolled over the mess of semen left by the boy’s cock was pooled on the bed covers.
	Hanska’s asshole steamed and he desperately wanted to finger it; but Kommandant NoBallz turned the boy over and began spanking him--hard!  Hanska at first didn’t know why, but his stomach came in contact with the cum wad and then he knew.
	When his ass was beet red he was pulled to the floor to his knees and forced to gobble (again) on the Uberon’s cock.  It was even nastier than before and Hanska gagged, retched, and very nearly heaved.
	In a fit of rage, or not, NoBallz semi angrily left the room and marched to the Brobowska bedroom.  Hanska remained on the floor by the kommandant’s bed.  Lightly he fingered his still steaming well reamed asshole with one finger while consoling his flaming cheeks with the other.
	Then came his family.
	The girls, and mother, were ordered to strip off their clothing before entering.  They did so.  Then the mother of the family came to the bed and her attention was directed to the drying pool of cum.  She was pushed down to her knees and she knew what was to be done.
	She began lapping up the cum.
	While she did so he looked over the other family members.
	He stopped Inkaa after just a couple of “laps.”  he pulled her to whereas she met face to cock his mighty organ.  Willing and very submissively she gripped the colossal dong and sucked on it.
	Bionka had her turn and lapping up the goo from the bed.
	Sister Minkis was directed by gestures from NoBallz to suck Hanska.
	Brother Vilhemka was directed to get on the bed and after the goo stain on the bed had been sufficiently clean up, by gestures again Bionka devoured her little sibling sucking him wholly and fully.

	Each succeeding night brought the children into the bedroom of Herr Kommandant, and it became something of a ritual. The encounters were different, each member doing different things for the all out and out pleasuring of the kommandant.  The family Brobowska also began prancing about the home naked.  NoBallz, however, did enjoy seeing Bionka and Minkis in their panties, taking them down when he arrived home in the evening.
	Bionka and Vilhemka were his favorites.  Vilhemka would usually lie on the bed naked and Bionka, also naked, would be commanded to perform some sexual act while NoBallz watched, usually with his cock in one of the others’ mouth or asshole.

	One evening Adjutant Officer Captain Hillerbua came to the door--instead of the expected Kommandant NoBallz.  He was mildly (if not greatly) surprised to see Bionka opening the door, standing nakedly as she did so with little Minkis in her panties only behind her.
	The Adjutant gulped and for a moment, half a moment, he lost composure.  He regained it quickly enough and then snapped to, announcing,	“Herr Kommandat NoBallz will not be home tonite.”
	Hanska and his mother came to the door, all nude.
	“Is-is everything all-all right?” Inkaa asked out of curiosity.
	For a moment he adjutant said nothing, “He is in a meeting in Hurrberfore and shall not return until the morning.”
	“When will the General be taking over?” Hanska asked out of turn.
	“That is none of your concern.” snapped the captain.
	The family all bowed their heads.
	“I-I have prepared the evening meal for Herr Kommandant, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.” spoke Inkaa trying to smooth ruffled feathers.  She gave her son a glare and would deal with him later.
	“Thank you, no.” he said bowing curtly.  He stepped back, but then the air was scented by dumplings.  Chicken and dumplings, and peach pie!
	He turned to linger a moment, the children fled from sight, naked Inkaa opened the door more invitingly.

	The children were not present at the dinner table, or anywhere in the captain’s eyes, He consumed his meal in silence and alone with brief interruptions from the still naked Inkaa.  She brought him refills of coffee, cleared the main meal and presented the dessert.
	Strong mead he was served afterwards, he smoked a pipe and seemed well rested.
	On her last interruption Inkaa paused while clearing the table,
	“Is there anything else, Herr Captain?”
	The staunch Uberon furled his lips and shook his head, ‘No.’
	Inkaa lingered a moment sensing that there was indeed, something.
	“Mmmm, do you all always go without clothing?” he asked curiously.
	That was a toughie.  How to handle it, though.
	“Only when wishing to please the Kommandant.” and she added, “He enjoys us as we are.”
	Captain Hillerbua nodded thoughtfully puffing on his pipe.
	Inkaa noted that he DID gouge himself with the heal of his hand.
	“We could please you, as well, if you would like.”
	“That would not be--appropriate.” the captain stated.
	It was generally detestable for an Uberon to be associated in any way with a scummish creature such as Skewkees, a subhuman life form.  But it was also generally known that many hierarchy Uberon officials had associations with the detestable Skewkees.  
	It was also known--as previously stated--that Uberon hierarchy had on their personal staff Skewkees and that only led to sexual deviancy among them.
	A bead of sweat formed on the captain’s upper lip, another bead formed on his forehead.  Inkaa gulped and held off breathing for a moment.  She finished clearing the table and left the captain alone with his thoughts.
	When Inkaa returned to the dinning room the captain was gone.
	She found him, though, in the outer room putting on his dress outer wear jacket to brave the snowy encounter outside the house.  
	“I-I understand that Kommandant NoBallz may be leaving us.” Inkaa blurted.  It was cause for her to be disciplined, severely, if not out and out killed.  
	Captain Hillerbua paused a moment buttoning the oversized brass buttons, then continued.  He mused and nodded his head confirming the notion.
	“General Kallerkhan may not take over duties here,” she blurted another “rumor.”  The captain looked to her, his face was stoic and gave her no ability to detect his mood.
	“So that leaves YOU, Herr Captain, with taking over this house.”
	“And your point is?”
	Inkaa pursed her lips, dangerous ground she was entering on.
	Out of the gloomy darkness from the stairs the Brobowska family stepped into view.  All naked.  Presenting themselves.  Inkaa observed as Captain Hillerbua nodded--the concept and notion was understood.