August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 12
Common Strands

Family Disruptions
	After destroying the Damden family the Masked Bandits took a week off.  They fooled with their OWN family, making porno films and cooling off.  They were highly intrigued by the Phenomenon News, the green tornadoes and the strange tales of peoples’ claims of another world they had been in.
	But, be that as it may--back to a familiar theme:
	At the church Forrest and Seth had aided young Adam to seek and enjoy some fellow parishioners, several “families” were eyed with glee.  They were deemed “possibles.”  Due to the mass hysteria of the chaotic world and the recent events invading even their own neighborhood, the church peoples had hired security.
	HA!
	Fat lot of good they were (going to be.)
	Security cameras were installed at various places, too.
	But, be that as it may--narly business was still going on:
	Such as three boys in a private non-used hallway end; one boy--the middle/center lad, braced/leaned against the wall, his dress shirt pulled up, his dress slacks (and undies) pulled down.  Sitting on his butt whacking his cock was another youthful lad slurping on the middle boy’s schlong.  Behind the middle boy was another youth sucking his butt!
	All three were thirteen-ish.
	Across the parking lot in a private building belonging to the church for social functions in a room beyond the kitchen area, a married man with children in the main sanctuary put it to a nearly twelve year old Chinese girl.
	Both were very naked, the girl on a cot that was piled high with extra mattresses; her legs open wide, arms back, small boobies bouncing as she was pegged.
	The man, in his late thirties drove his manhood into the young vixen, determined to get his nut at any cost.  He pulled free from the girl a time or two, laid his organ against her well fucked cunny and humped a moment before plunging back into her.
	When he had finally got his “nut” he sat back and admired the young girl.  A small door to one side opened and a Chinese woman poked her head in.  “Everything alright?” she asked.  She spoke English well, was tall--taller than a recent Chinese woman in a previous chapter.  This one had long super long dark hair, bigger tits, wider hips.
	It had been noted that there had been an exchange of money prior to the man and young girl entering into the small room.
	In an adjoining small room a man some years older than the first entered in with two young children--this after placing into a man’s hands some cold hard cash.
	Two young boys accompanied a nervous woman into a room.
	A teenage girl approx. 13 or so went into a room with a man and woman in their mid 30s.
	In the room with the two small children the 40ish year old man firstly hugged the young ones.  They were about 7 and 10 yrs young.  The room was sparsely furnished with one window up high, a round window for ventilation only.  The older girl wore a deep purple dress that was almost tight and too small for her.  She had rich dark hair, dark eyes, Italian features.  The other was blond, short haired, very small in body size, wore slacks.
	The man in hugging the two children on his knees stuffed the older girl’s mouth with his tongue; the girl closed her eyes and let it be.  His manly hands came to her young butt and squeezed--again she let it be.
	After the enduring lip lock the man sat back smiling, he gouged himself then looked the girl up and down nodding his head--before helping her out of the dress.  She wore a simple training brathat was removed, too.  Light purple panties she wore--the man delighted in easing them down and staring longingly at her lovely innocent poon.
	It could be seen, though, that she was not a virgin.
	The girl was hefted up onto the high rise mattresses for as to make the height issue easier for the man to lean in and began licking the girl child’s cunny.  He held her legs out wide and drove his tongue into her.  The girl wriggled and danced about on the mattress as she was tantalized.
	The man sat back again, smiling, smacking his lips and ogling the delightful cunny awaiting him.  He blew out some breath and stood up.
	Both children aided him in undressing.  Both seemed somewhat eager, although it could be detected on the older child she was not overly so enthused.  She did the deed regardless.  The man removed his dress shirt and stood butt bare assed naked, his cock raging hard.  
	Easily he coaxed the girls to “handle” it, his cock.  The younger one giggled as she did so, the older one faked a smile as she did so.  Soon both were “kissing” the head of his manly prick, sucking the head and going up and down the shaft.  They fondled his balls and soon the man was cumming.
	He seemed to try and hold off the blessed event, but once the orgasm had started there was no stopping it and so he didn’t.  Gobs of man juice splattered onto the girls’ face, one at a time.  Each girl was beckoned to lick the head clean, to slurp up the cum.
	Afterwards the man sat back to recuperate; he fondled himself, fluttered his eyes and continued to gaze upon the lovely naked Melinda Hewes.  
	He soon was on her, rubbing his so-so hard cock against her, poking at her cunny entrance as well as her so-so tight asshole.  He suckled on her breasts and when he was finally hard enough for penetration--he did.
	Mid way thru his fucking of the ten year old he had the other child, Kandy, come to be on her hands and knees on the bare mattress.  With great concentration--like a pianist, he continued screwing Melinda but eased Kandy’s yellow slacks down.  He left her undies on, smoothed his hand over them, sneaking his hand inside the hem to her ultra smooth bare ass.
	Soon as the pivotal emotions of orgasmic bliss began to fulfill the naughty man, his fingers had lowered Kandy’s undies and a finger was probing into her anus.  The child giggled and seemed unaware of how illicit the act was.
	An ungodly amount of jiz filled Melinda’s young cunny.  It spewed forth in great quantities FROM her cunny, coating the man’s balls and all.  He jerked and twisted and emptied virtually every bit of jizum he had.  He was well spent, but not done.
	During his respite he had Kandy complete her undressing and sit on Melinda’s face, facing him.  Melinda squeezed the girl’s ass cheeks and began tonguing her young friend’s cunny.  Kandy was soon beckoned to lay down and slurp the drying sperm on Melinda’s pussy, as well as suck the man’s pole clean.
	And though lo all these (and more) were amusing and worthy of viewing on the sly in person (and with the latest undercover video spy stuff), the Dynamic Spy Duo struck off to follow up on the Riker Family.
	
	The Riker family consisted of a typical family unit--the father & mother and three children; two boys and one girl.  Both parental units were staunch members of the Church and did many things for the church; organizing events, being directors of prayer groups and children’s ministry, etc.
	Shaun, the oldest boy at 14 years seemed okay, seemed.  He was friendly and outgoing, but laid back, too.  An observer--and he mostly observed GIRLS!  Young girls, older girls, girls his age, young adult girls, some girls who were married and had kids and were his mother’s age and beyond.
	The middle sister was cute.  Damn cute.  (they all are!)  Long dark hair, a sweet gentle face, forming breasts, great hips and ass.  Wearing a checkered green/white dress w/short sleeves, knee length--she really got the attention of many a wandering (albeit horny) eye.  She was thirteen, almost.
	Youngest Riker was Vance, a whimsical lad of ten who had scads of energy and darted everywhere (all at once!)  Dark haired, mischievous but not a prankster.  Curious and not quite that interested in girls.  He had his sister and that was enough.
	The family Riker was off to meet up with some friends for an outing to a nearby city and do lunch.  They were accompanied by friends of the children, Joy, Tina, Austin, and Brett.  Tina was the sister of Joy--she was nine.  The other were of equal to near ages of the Riker children.  (you’re writing this down, aren’t you?)
	“Shall we come with?” chirped Seth.
	“Oh lets!” chirped back Forrest.  He had laid off working his special mental abilities, for some days.  He lounged at the house and watched home made pornos.  There was some regrettable feelings in regards to the previous family’s woes.  Tragic.  He would strive not to let that happen again.
	The Riker family had a van.  Forrest made a nuisance of himself effectively dinking with the Riker family from the get go, thus allowing himself passage in the family van.  Seth would follow close behind.
	Forrest sat in the middle seat at the sliding door.  The van was fairly new with many conveniences--power everything, VCR/DVDs, air everywhere, and power sun/moon roofs.  Sitting beside him were Brandi and her friend Joy.  Tina sat on his lap!  In the rear seat were the boys.
	David Riker, the daddy, drove the van.  The van was quiet--this after mind probe to each of them silenced them.  No radio or any other sort of potential interference.  
	Once on the road and heading for the nearby city, Forrest began his antics:  he had Joy sitting right next to him lean towards Brandi, in essence “cocking a cheek.”  He was already working on Tina--easing her pristine white cotton undies down, his cock nestling up between her legs!
	His hand came to rest (and rub) on Joy’s ass, she wore a blue polka dotted dress with ruffles; it was short and trim and revealed the contours of her young teen body nicely.  Light powder blue undies she wore.  He worked them down to mid thigh and cracked her cheek, finger probing her asshole.
	‘Virgin?’ he lightly inquired.
	“Yes.” she answered aloud.
	His finger plunged into the tight non-receptive sphincter, determining that she was indeed truthful.  She had no concept that sex could occur there.  She was rather vague on what the word “sodomy” actually was.  She had heard of it in the church, on the news, but what it actually entailed she was not quite sure of.
	He continued probing, via finger and mind.
	When his probing fingers came probing her young furry cunny, he probed her mind (again.)
	‘Virgin?’
	“Yes.” again--indicating that her young twat was virgin.
	‘Ever work a boy’s cock?’  ‘Ever SEE a boy’s cock?’  ‘Do you WANT to see a boy’s cock, naked?’  ‘Do you want to get laid, fucked, raped, cum on, peed on?’  ‘Do you want to have sex?’  ‘Would you/have you engaged immorally with Brandi?’
	“No, yes, yes, no, huh?  No, NO, ewewew, maybe, yes, and yes.”
	The girl was returned to a proper sitting position, her panties at her knees.  Her sister’s panties were off, her young legs opened and cum spewing onto her hairless young cunny.  (she was a virgin, too!)
	But unlike her big sister, Tina knew what “sodomy” was--it meant to Butt Fuck!  A guy sticks his winkie (winkie?) up the poop chute!
	She wasn’t aware of what masturbation was, but fingering one’s self to feel good she knew about.  And when asked if her big sister Joy did so, Tina acknowledged that she did.  They did each other!
	Forrest turned Tina around so as she/he would be more comfortable, his cock was flaccid, but elated--he had held off “cumming” for some days and he was kinda pent up.
	He kept the child clothed, save for her panties--they were on the open road and all and big rigs, buses, could see into the van and he didn’t want unwanted attention.
	He turned his attention to the boys in the backseat.
	Each one he had take their pants and underwear down.
	The windows in the back were heavily tinted--security risk was minimal.  The boys got their clothes to their ankles, legs open, displaying themselves.
	Shaun Riker and Austin Hovert were virgins--save for abusing themselves.  Austin’s kid brother, Brett age nine, was not!  Brett had (and was) screwing his girlfriend same age and two older cousins, teenage girls!
	Shaun and Austin were typical boys, almost daily masturbators--they did so to their beds and in the shower.  Austin saw his sisters naked most of the time--Joy and Tina were not his sister, Austin had an 18yr old sister as well as a 16 year old sister and a step-sister at 12 and a cousin at 10 who was living at the house--none of them were modest in any way.
	He had not, however, “scored” with any of them.
	He had tried, once, to get nasty with the two older sisters, they nearly killed him--and branded him a pervert.  He was desperately horny.  Butt fucking was not an option, though he and Shaun kidded around about it.  He figured Shaun to be the one who would both TAKE it up the ass as well as give it.  Himself that was a line he didn’t think he could cross.  Butt fucking a dude was just gross.  Sucking a guy’s cock was gross.  Being naked and nasty with another guy--gross.
	Shaun had seen his sisters naked.  He had a slight naughty notion of wanting to screw them.  The notion of having them suck his dick was just not there.  The concept was vague and just wasn’t there.
	Brandi was a virgin, she had lurid thoughts of being gangbanged, spanked, and peed on.  She was curious about the “taste” of a guy’s cock, AND of a girl’s pussy!  She had heard all the strange things about sex, oral--anal--doggie-style, and so on.  It was on the lips of everyone at her school, on the tv news, tv shows, etc.  it was inescapable.
	Kim Riker had some Mexican heritage--along with German and even Chinese.  The German was the stronger trait.  She also had some marijuana in her--not currently, but from many years back.  She had done cocaine and LSD, too.  But that was before turning her life to God.
	She had a tattoo of a dragon on right butt cheek, a horny devil on the left.  A well hung pissed off looking unicorn right above her well fucked pussy.  
	She had no craving or yearnings for sexual rompings with any other person, male/female/teen/child.  She and hubby David were good lovers in bed/room.  She WAS an anal virgin, though.  She DID give her hubby an occasional cock suck--he in turn slurped her snatch.
	David had no inclination to be naughty with his children--although he did get a boner now and then seeing his daughters naked or in their undies or swimsuits.  He attested the boner as a sin and an amplitude from Satan.  Quickly he would seek out his wife and sink his “boner” into her for an impromptu fuck.  Once the boner was satiated he felt better (and how!) and the lurid thought of doing likewise unto his daughters subsided.
	If his good wife was not around he simply jerked off into her panties!

	Just a few miles into the trek towards the city and David was re-directed, off the main highway to a secondary road.  Some miles down this road to a dirt road.  Seth pulled ahead of the family van and now David would follow him--Seth was more familiar with the back roads than Forrest.
	Miles later and they were in the Rustic Hills.
	Rustic is as Rustic does--desolate, former mining area, ongoing expanse of nothingness.  It wasn’t fit for man or beast!  Rustic rubble, no trees, little vegetation, little anything except a few sparse roads and lots and lots of rocks.
	Rocks and boulders.
	It was beyond a ridge of boulders that Seth brought his vehicle to a stop.  A moment was needed for the dust kicked up by the two vehicles to dissipate.  Once done, though--tsk tsk tsk!
	The sliding door of the family van opened, Forrest stepped out and smiled to his friend dusting himself off as he came up.  Peering into the open van he saw the lovely young Tina already naked with her equally young cunny smeared in cum.  In the backseat all the boys there were with their pants and underwears down, masturbating to the image of some naked girl (or their sister(s)).  Brandi and Joy had their panties at their ankles, dresses up.
	The van peoples were zombiefied.  Mindless.
	That was good, sure--but Forrest and Seth preferred another method. 
	An old miner’s shack was the new setting.
	David felt ill, warm.  Two kinds of “warm”; a warm from the air and a warm from within his body.  He didn’t feel well at all; a pesky headache and a horrible feeling all over.  His eyes needed time to adjust and try to determine where he was and what was going on.
	Where would need a little more time.
	What was a little confusing.  His family was with him, as well as Joy and Tina, Austin and Brett.  They were scattered about a small room, a cluttered room that reeked of old.  The odor of oil soaked wood (creosote) filled the air, broken furniture and an old pot bellied stove, and little else but debris.
	There seemed to be two shadowy figures in their midst, too.
	 What was going on wasn’t clear, not for certain, not understood.  He could identify his family (and their friends) but little else.  He was still vague on “where” he was or how he had gotten there.
	One by one the family members (and their friends) came around and were just as confused as David.
	Then:  “Compliance is mandatory.  Failure to comply will result in:”
	Kim and Brandi let out a horrendous howl of pain and anguish and fell to the floor wriggling thrashing about madly.  Shaun and Brett followed.  
	“I hope you understand this demonstration.”
	Those afflicted recovered, but there were lasting effects.
	The point was well taken--if not understood.
	Understanding how or why it was happening remained elusive.  But to avoid the pain and anguish they were willing to comply--with almost any command given.
	They were not prepared for complying with the insane commands that came their way.  No, not prepared at all.

	Following a sort of familiar theme--David Riker was commanded to strip off his wife’s clothes.  Neither David or the wife (Kim) received this command with enthusiasm.  So they suffered by watching Shaun and Austin with Joy and Tina screaming and withering in extreme pain.  No one could render them aid as they seemed to somehow be restrained (by unknown restraints!)
	Compliance was not only mandatory it was necessary.
	Moments were needed before continuing.
	David and Kim well enough understood the complexities of their horror.  They understood that the recent news events about the Damden family was now upon them.  To survive their was only compliance.
	David and Kim locked eyes.  The situation was horrible, terrifying, beyond comprehension.  Complying with “whoevers” diabolical dastardly commands was the only recourse.  David undressed Kim, stripping her down to her panties only.  They hugged and kissed and by command he patted her ass, squeezing the cheeks and slipping his hands inside the French-cut panties.
	The children watching were beyond horrified.
	Most sobbed and were highly emotional--that in itself was allowed.
	Kim trembled during the “undressing” of her husband.  She wasn’t thrilled about it in the least.  She managed to keep her wild emotions in check--she had had from an unknown source, though.  When she had David’s clothing down to his underwear--boxers, green; she was commanded to tug them down and “work his cock to a boner.”
	She felt ill to her stomach.  The command didn’t sit with her well.  She felt, though, exasperated;  that there was no other recourse but to do the hellish deed.
	So she did.
	David looked down to her in awe.
	Kim knew the kids behind and flanking were watching.
	David knew, too.
	Kim wrapped her hand about his prick, her other hand caressing his bare ass.  The command “suck it” sickened her.  Not that she was opposed, not at all.  It was doing so with the kids present.  That was just not cool.  But the horror of what had happened to the Damdens filled her.  That had gone thru more, much more.  Most of the Damden family had died.  As a result of non-compliance, or other?  
	Kim had a hard time getting into the groove of sucking her husband’s cock.  David had a hard time getting a hard-on.
	A little more incentive was needed, then.

	Brandi stood.  All eyes fell upon her.  She trembled and licked her lips nervously.  Shaun stood up, her brother.  Brandi breathed hard.  Shaun breathed harder.  He knew what was to come.  The two locked eyes and waited.
	They were not denied.
	With very timid and trembling hands--Shaun removed his sister’s dress.  He could scarcely breath.  Their parents had stopped what they were doing; their attention was on their children.  They were highly distraught at not being able to stop the horror.
	Brandi wore no slip like good Christian girls, just panties and a bra under the green checkered dress.  So far Shaun was managing to stave getting an erection.  The situation almost forbid it automatically.
	But--that was only until removing his sister’s bra and then--to his knees to lower her matching green panties.  He was inches from her body.  He got an eyeful of her dark haired cunny--his first real up close and personal exam of a girl’s pussy.  (regardless that it was his sister’s.)
	After having an eyeful of his sister’s nakedness up close and personal, he began a bout of caressing her bare ass, sending his fingers into her ass crack and briefly probing her asshole.
	Brandi was not amused, but knew that her dear brother was not acting on his own.  They all understood that part.  But didn’t understand HOW it was happening or why.
	With the “understanding” came a little more sense of compliance on a more acceptable level.  They all also understood the penalty for non-compliance--no one wanted that to happen again.  But the complying with the heinous acts of sexual deviancy was hard one to swallow!
	Brandi casually stepped out of her panties and was stark naked.
	Shaun stood with a raging boner near breaking thru his slacks.
	Brandi waited--waited--and…
	“Undress him.” 
	She sighed, she knew it was coming.
	Removing his shirt and pants were not such a big deal.
	For fourteen, though, he sure did have a big cock!
	Of course, Brandi wasn’t so up on cock sizes…
	Shaun wore boxers so his boner popped out of the slit as soon as his slacks were down.  Brandi somehow managed to hold her emotions, her mother and father were having fits, though.  
	Brandi began to breath hard--harder.  Panic and other wild emotions filled her, but were controllable.  She gulped and eyed the one-eyed monster waggling hard before her.
	“Grip it.”
	Brandi’s eyes fluttered.  Her mouth opened.  Her first real cock up close and very personal.  She didn’t know what to say or do or anything.  She fluttered her pretty eyes again and took holt of her brother’s cock.
	Doing so and there was some sort of “relief” that swelled within her, almost calming her.  She stroked the schlong, squeezed it at the base and “worked it” even harder.  She then leaned in and began to most horror of horrors--sucking the brotherly cock.
	In part it wouldn’t be so bad and she really wouldn’t be so opposed--had it been some place private.  But with family and friends in audience it wasn’t cool.  It just wasn’t cool at all!
	But she sucked.
	And sucked.
	And began a steady progress of working her mouth down around to swallow/engulf the whole of the head and then down the length of the shaft, cupping his hairy balls and rubbing his ass.
	The ordeal was beyond compare, she had nothing to compare it too!
	Shaun was ready to blast, but before he did so they were commanded to stop.  Shaun DID get to rub his bone against his sister’s face and nose fuck her!
	The next horror came with Shaun turning to the frightened (very) Joy.
	Young Tina stared in awesome awe at the nudity of Shaun.  She secretly (very) had always wanted to see Shaun nude.  Friend Austin, though, got the task of undressing Joy, and Joy undressing him.  Their hands roamed one another’s body, squeezing breasts, ass, and private parts.  Like Brandi, Joy sucked on cock, Austin’s cock.  Unlike Shaun, though, Austin was unable to curtail his orgasm and splashed loads of cum into Joy’s mouth.
	She retched, gagged, and choked.
	Austin was relieved.  A blow job WAS better than a simple hand job!
	The remaining children--Tina, Vance, and Brett, though young understood their turn was coming.  They were only partially enthused, the situation was not overly serene.
	Vance Riker stood behind the young Tina, Brett stood before her; it would be a shared event--undressing the hapless young girl.  She had shed some tears--but so had the boys.  She was genuinely frightened, but was actually taking it far better than anyone else!
	Together the boys removed her dress, then onto their knees to lower her panties.  Vance pressed his lips to the girl’s butt, kissing each cheek and caressing it, too.  Brett kissed the girl’s belly cocking his head licked her cunny.  Try as they might, Shaun and Austin were unable to hold their cum squirting erections.
	David Riker was pissed.
	He was not amused and only partially “aroused.”  the situation was horrible and went beyond the scope of decency.  He was a descent man and did not harbor illicit thoughts in regards to young girls of any age especially in the sexual tone.
	Well, we’ll see about that.
	But first!
	Tina undressed the boys!
	Tina fondled the boys’ wares, worked their stiffies and sucked them.
	She was not opposed, she retched and gagged, but that was a normal response for a first timer.  The boys stood flanking her and she went from working one cock to the next.
	The boys giggled and got “off” on the ordeal--although they were mindful that the others were about, the parental units, too.  It couldn’t be helped, the sucking was tremendously delicious!
	Suddenly Brandi and Joy were coming to the young boys, Tina moving to the older boys.
	“NO!” blurted out David.  Kim wanted to blurt out “NO!” herself but was too shocked to do so.  It was well realized what was to occur.
	Tina looked at the teen cocks.  She also turned her head to gaze upon Mr. Riker’s cock, it was dropping and partially “soft”--and partially not.  She closed her eyes and complied with the deed commanded of her, working Shaun’s organ as well as Austin’s at the same time.
	Meanwhile, Brandi and Joy were beset to bob on Vance and Brett.  The ten year old boys; Brett nearly ten, were somewhat overjoyed at the deed.  The various family members were in total awe.  The girls struggled with themselves to follow thru with the “act.”  they had to firstly fondled/caress the boys’ ass, hug them and delve their fingers into the boys’ ass cracks, then it was a moment or two of “foreplay”, working the boys’ cocks up even more so than they already were.
	Inasmuch (there’s that word again!) as the girls summarily detested slurping on Shaun and Austin, doing so unto Vance and Brett was even more so, doubly so!  The girls complied though; slurping, sucking and swallowing whole the whole of the boys’ dongs, balls and all.

	A brief rest and then--
	The most horror of horrors was to come.  Well, one of two, or three, or possibly four.  Brandi and Joy came on their knees--after sucking several minutes on the young boys, and faced a horrified David Riker.  
	All knew what was to transpire.  Beyond anything David did not wish it to happen.  The girls weren’t too cool about it, either--and then the wife/mother Kim was a little upset as well.
	Her emotions were checked and regardless of her rantings, regardless of David’s pleadings, Brandi leaned in and partook of her father’s cock.  It was a 7-incher, slender, curved slightly, and already soiled with pre-cum.  He couldn’t understand how he could not break free of restraints he did not see!  He wanted to push away his sweet daughter, but he seemed unable to do anything but participate in the deed--as much as she was.
	There was a minute acknowledgement of the sensation of having his winkie waxed, there was no denying it though lo he wanted to.  To accept the fact that getting a hummer from his daughter was good was deplorable to think so.
	Wasn’t it?
	Brandi gagged and retched as she went down on the dong, she cupped her father’s hairy balls and devoured most of his gangly manly prick.  She wasn’t an expert and didn’t know the correct manner in which to suck.  But she did the best she could with her family and friends watching her.
	‘You’d like to FUCK your sister in the ass, wouldn’t you?’
	The words burned like a fever into Shaun’s mind.  He could see his sister’s lily white ass, her hole and pussy.  The slurping sounds she was doing to their dad’s dick were even enough to entice him!  
	Defused sunlight thru grime stained window panes fell on Brandi as she worked her father’s organ.  She came to grip the schtick at the base, squeeze it and power suck while beside her Joy masturbated.  Kim Riker was beyond help.  She sat on her knees watching her daughter suck and was beyond the scope of comprehending what was happening.
	Shaun nodded ‘Yes’ inside his head.  He was allowed to stroke his cock, eyes glued to his sister’s ass.
	‘And Joy, you would like to stick Joy, too, wouldn’t you?’
	Well ‘Duh!’
	‘Tina’s got a nice little bod.  You’d like to see her bobbing on your nob, wouldn’t you?  Sitting on your face, sitting on your cock?’
	Tina?  Little nine year old Tina? 
	Could he?  Should he?
	‘I can make it happen, you know--make it look like you are “forced.”  Would you like that?  Would you like me to help you force you to FUCK Tina?’
	Cum filled Brandi’s mouth, from her father’s cock.  The girl spat the goo out and was gagging.  Cum spewed from David’s dong splattering onto her daughter’s forehead.
	‘Yeah, sure, I-I guess so.’ returned Shaun.
	Austin was the same.  But he was asked, too, if he would like to fuck Kim, the mother of his friend.  He wanted to ball Brandi, Joy, Tina, AND Kim.  He had no interest in screwing a boy in the ass or getting a blowjob from one, including Shaun.  (but if Shaun were to want to SUCK him, then Austin was okay with that!)  but Austin wasn’t sure if he would be able to return the favor.
	David needed the required time allowance for his cock to recover.
	To aid him visually speaking, Joy laid out so as he could gander at her and began frigging herself--daughter Brandi sat on her face and helped.  KIM laid out on the grimey rotting floor of the shack, legs open nice and wide and gave the boys (and girls) a nice show.   The well hung pissed off looking unicorn at the top of her pussy was quiet an eye catcher.
	And son Shaun was prompted to slither forth and introduce himself to it--to first rub it, rub his fingers into her pussy, and then use his tongue!  Both parental units were beginning to freak out.
	It was going to get worse.
	Much worse.

Much Worse
	When his cock was stiff and dripping, he slid it in.
	The eyes of the two lovers met, then shut at knowing the horror of what they were doing.  It was asked of them--if they were FORCED to do such a heinous act ALONE, would that make a difference?  Would they care all that much and be horrified for the mother & son union?  Or was it the simple fact of having other family members and their friends along to see the horrible despicable act, plus the daddy, too?
	A resounding YES!
	Yes, if the mother and son (Kim and Shaun) were somewhere else and beset upon by the Bandits, forced to strip down and have sexual relations, they would enter into the relationship with a better attitude if not fortitude about the matter.
	But to have the family and friends in audience, that was too much.
	It was not enough, though, to stop young Shaun from delivering a massive wad of love cream into his mother’s cunny.  Her cunny was not all that tight, but the sheer fact that he was fucking her, had gotten a BJ from his sister--everyone was naked and there was a prospect of sinking his prick into Brandi and Joy--that helped strengthen his cock and submit to cum.
	David’s dick was back to hardness.  Not full fledge rock hard status, but that was okay--Joy’s sucking of it would make it so.  Brandi eased off of her and laid out on the floor, opening her legs so as Vance and Brett could have a better view--Joy went to slurping on Mr. Riker’s prick working it to another major erection.
	Shaun eased off of his mother, cum still squirting from his cock, cum oozing out of her motherly cunt.  He was exhausted, it had been a five minute ride and he had never felt such a feeling in his cock and balls.
	Brother Vance crawled over to his sister, licked on her pussy, checked it, fingered it, admired it, kissed it and then crawled between her legs.  Brandi was becoming more and more steady--she gripped her brother’s dick and eased it into her pussy.
	Joy came to rest on Mr. Riker’s lap, guiding HIS cock into her pussy.
	Austin guided his into Ms. Kim and fucked her while Shaun watched.

	Shaun thought for sure, he knew--he just knew, that his dick was going to fall off!  After balling his mother and Austin had taken his turn, there came the screwing of Brandi and Joy.  Shaun filled his sister’s cunt with his cock and subsequent cock grease, Austin did likewise to Joy.
	Then the boys switch, plugging the girls’ assholes with Brandi on her back, legs pulled back--Joy on all fours taking it doggie-style.
	Little Tina sucked on Mr. Riker’s cock.
	It was the living end for Kim, she passed out.
	‘You like her sucking you cock?’
	David vehemently denied that he did so.
	Vehemently.
	But suddenly there was an orgasm.  It surged up and filled his organ and then filled Tina’s mouth.  The little girl swallowed some, spat out the rest.  She choked and gagged and retched and nearly hurled.  But then smacked her lips and massaged David’s dick with her young hand smiling and winking at him, her angelic face smear/splattered with man cum.
	Brandi received her brother’s dick in her pussy (a second time) while Austin filled her cunny.  
	Vance and Brett nailed Tina, neither boy was a cum shooter, but that was okay; they tried.  They both took a turn fucking Brandi and Joy and then riding on Ms. Kim’s unconscious body--they were encouraged to “pee” on her!
	(they didn’t, though.)
	Mr. Riker was commanded to fuck Brandi, his daughter.
	He strove hard not to, and was glad his wife was “unconscious”.  When later, if--If Brandi didn’t tell her that her father had fucked her, then he himself wouldn’t say so, either.  They other various members were exhausted and had passed out themselves--no one was awake to see the father and daughter “hook-up.”
	Daughter Brandi’s pussy was far “tighter” than wife Kim’s.  It was hard to imagine his cock easing into Brandi’s cunt, he felt it wrap about his organ and engulf him--wholly and souly.  The ordeal was magnificent--although it displeased him to acknowledge so.
	After the initial “penetration” there was the initial love making.  Gently--gently he fucked his precious child; there was naught to do but to do it!  He DID feel shame and disgust at having to submit to the deplorable deed, it was hellish.  But then again--
	A bountiful amount of jizum filled the girl’s pussy.  His lengthy snake spewed forth gobs and gobs and hot sticky man juice.  Both father and daughter grabbed holt of one another and bucked as they fucked, not wanting the incredible union to dissolve.

Nocturnal Emissions
	He tried denying it.  He WANTED to deny it.  But there was no denying it.  He was a Christian, a father, a husband.  But there was no denying the sinful act of screwing Joy was sexually pleasing.  Very pleasing.
	Joy, too, tried to deny her feelings, and during the initial penetration from Mr. Riker’s massive fuck stick she was able to.  But thereafter during the remainder of the sex act, she derived some pleasures regardless.
	It was deplorable.  Neither really wanted to feel good about the ordeal, but both understood that they were “forced” into the sordid situation; so succumbing to sexual gratification seemed something attainable and that they could deal with.
	Both still had issues about the ordeal, David especially.
	But he came.
	He came.
	He came long and hard.  He felt the wondrous surge thru his penis seething with incredible pleasure.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh-oooooooooooooooh.   Yeahhhhhhhh!
	And repeat.
	His cock felt good!
	It was a horrible thing, sure--he was a Christian, a man, a father and a husband.  But he would not deny himself of the enjoyment of the fuck.  Even after his schlong “powered down” he continued to pump a little more.  And on his own he found himself sucking on her breasts!
	Joy found herself reeling in the event of being scrogged.  Her pussy both felt discomfort as well as pleasure.  Satisfying pleasure.  She pumped back and wasn’t sure if she was peeing or what!?
	After withdrawl there was the guilt.  Joy didn’t feel any, David 9Mr. Riker) did--enough for the both of them.  All of them.  While he had sunk his bone into Brandi his mind was virtually blanked.  He was aware of boning her, but tried not to think about it.  With Joy, there was a difference.  	He couldn’t explain it--he just couldn’t.

	Brandi slept soundly.  Shaun and Vance, Joy and Austin slept soundly.  Brett was awake, standing in a corner peeing, scratching his balls and rubbing his ass.  Kim hadn’t stirred since she had ultimately passed out.
	Little Tina was awake, sitting up looking around.  It was dark, she was confused as this was not her home, not her bed.  Moonlight came thru the grime stained window panes, not very well but enough to fill the room with a little light.  There was some cool air wafting about, the sound of desert wildlife filled the chilled night air.
	David’s cock still ached.  Terribly so.  It felt good, but the result of the feeling good made him feel bad!  It was a sin to feel good!  Little Tina scrambled to stand up.  David called for her and she came to him, fingering her little pussy and looking around still in a confused manner.
	He consoled her, hugged her, and she occupied his lap.
	
	Not until after his ejaculate had spilled and soiled the little young pussy did he recover his faculties.  Things were happening beyond his control, beyond measure.  He didn’t understand.  He and Tina were not OUTSIDE, but he still had no fathomable idea WHERE!  Nothing looked familiar--of course, though--it WAS dark.
	There were rocks and boulders as big as houses, they seemed to be on a hill; there was no light about save for the stars and moonlight.  All was quiet, save for the occasional howling coyote.
	It was peaceful and serene.
	Or at least it would have been had it not been for the tumultuous horror.  David eased back, his cock was sore and aching, and still drenching little Tina’s pussy with his cum.  Tina lay diddling her fingers in the fresh spilled spunk--SUCKING on the fingers and twisting her little nine year old body about.  She soon turned about on the smooth faced boulder she lay on, pooching her butt up and spreading her own cheeks!
	David struggled to breath.  There was no more struggling for comprehension--that was out.  His balls surged and he felt a “stirring.”  but he couldn’t, despite the fact that she seemed to be “willing”.  but was she, in some manner he understood that like the Damden family and other families that had come onto the news--he was being controlled.  He and his family, they all, all were being manipulated by some extraordinary mind control.
	He assumed Tina was as well.
	And for the moment he felt that he was not!  He did not feel any presence, any presence of any mind controlling element.  Was he free?  Did he have his own free will?  Was there a lapse, albeit a temporary one?  Could he rescue his family and scamper away?
	Away WHERE?
	He had not fathomable idea of WHERE he was.
	Studying the landscape surrounding didn’t help, no traffic lights anywhere.  Darkness.  Inky darkness.  He felt the urge to pee.  He re-angled his cock to a new direction and began to do so--noting that Tina was still present and he didn’t seek shelter to conceal his urination.
	Tina was finger fucking her asshole.
	‘Don’t you want to finger her asshole?’
	“No!” he gulped.  Although there WAS a bit of intrigue.  He WAS outside, no one could see.  He closed his eyes and denied himself.  In that brief moment, though, flashes of memories filled him--Brandi.  When Brandi had been little, younger than Tina, he had--he had--he had done things to her.  On the sly, while changing her clothes, helping her dress or undress or ready for bed, ready for bath, drying off from bath, occupying his lap during tender moments, reading, when ill, etc.
	His fingers had roamed to her, into her.  Fingering her cunny and asshole.  His cock had, too.  He had lightly masturbated against her, cumming onto her and all.  No penetrations, though lo he wanted to.
	The desire WAS there!  It DID exist!
	Suddenly he became aware of Tina on her knees sucking his dick.
	He firstly tried to pull free, but realized he was hard.  Tina’s grip on him was good, her sucking efforts better; her tongue danced nicely about his sensitive crown and he was sexually livid.
	When at the apex of sexual hardness Tina pushed back, smacked her lips and diddled her tongue to the piss slit.  She then turned about and presented her ass--again.  This time, David accepted the offer and plunged into the child’s anus and fucked her.

	Kim awoke at day break, the sun was just peering over a distant horizon.  The chill of the night was still upon the lay of the land.  Her mind was still pretty frapped, the horror of what had happened and what potentially was GOING to happen still filled her and overwhelmed.  But she managed to sigh and let go of some of the torment.  Some of it.  The urge and need to pee filled her and she looked around…
	‘Outside.  Go outside.’
	As she struggled to gain strength in her body to stand the others began to awake, one by one.  Outside was much more chillier, but the heat of the day was coming.  It could be seen that they were on a hill.  A great rocky encrusted hill.  In three directions downward was open space of backland country.  It was even too rugged for most offroaders!  In the remaining direction was an expanse of thick forest.  Beyond that was their home town.  Somewhere.
	‘Pee.’
	Kim ran her hands thru her hair, her mind was still occupied with the horrors of the previous day.
	‘Spread your fucking legs, remain standing, and PEE!’
	On her own--sort of, Kim rubbed her ass and thighs, and mindlessly stood with legs open a few feet from the ramshackled shack.  A steady stream of morning piss issued from her motherly cunt.  She farted, too.  Lightly she was aware of the others spilling out of the shack.  They were behind her and after she had peed, she stooped over to give everyone a “BA.”
	Other than having to take a morning piss, Brandi, too, had to take a morning shit.  She was “directed” to do so, pressing her hands to the side of the wood and tin shack--legs spread wide, she peed and had a bowel movement.  She was greatly embarrassed and sobbed while doing so and after.
	Joy merely had to pee.  She farted as she did so, standing before the nude boys, standing straight up, legs wide--and peeing.  Hands on her ass pulling the cheeks open to release the gas blast.  She was somewhat embarrassed, too.  Being naked and with the others naked was emotionally disturbing.  But had it not been for the parental units and the younger kids, it was determined that Joy wouldn’t really mind so much being nude with the others, Shaun, Austin, and Brandi.  Just so long as there was no sex involved.  To run amok somewhere naked would be okay, to swim and do normal stuff--just without clothes--would be cool.  And no sex.
	Well, cant have everything!

	‘You have a choice--either PISS on each other, or suck the other’s cock!’  some choice.  It was almost as disgusting to pee on another’s private parts as it was to suck them.  The boys, though, had already sampled one another’s schlong members so they stood and faced one another and did the unsanitary deed--urinating on one another.
	For Vance and Brett, the boys had to pee on each other’s ass & hole.
	Thereafter, Kim had to suck on the boys’ pissed on peckers (‘and get them hard’) while Brandi and Joy 69ed one another; while Mr. Riker stuffed Tina’s asshole as she was in a doggie style.  Vance and Brett masturbated and soon Vance was stuffing his sister’s asshole as she was on top of Joy.  Brett got to stuff Brandi’s mouth at the other end as well as sink his puddling into Joy’s sopping cunt.
	When Shaun and Austin were significantly stiffened by Kim’s sucking and fondling their balls, and the morning shone brightly for all to see--Shaun stuffed his prick up Austin’s ass.
	‘Fuck him until you cum.’

	With his balls into his mother’s mouth, the sensation of being hammered in the ass was insignificant.  His mind was on the fritz as he was sucked and fucked.  He licked on his mother’s furry snatch, but watched as his sister got double teamed by Vance and Brett!  Little Tina laid out on the warming dirt with her little legs pulled back--held there by Joy as Mr. Riker sank his cock into the young pussy.
	‘You want to fuck Tina?’
	“Yes.” Shaun answered aloud.
	He was not denied--he got his turn (after Vance and Brett and Austin filled the child’s cunny.)
	The boys, too, all took turns sodomizing Kim--filling her backdoor with their pricks and love cream--if they had any liquid love to give.  If not they were destined to pump for a full five minutes.
	David sank his prick into his daughter’s asshole as well as Joy’s.
	Shaun and Austin sodomized Vance and Brett.
	Brandi and Joy were fucked by Mr. Riker and all four boys.  As well as showered with pee.  It was another long, long day.  Fucking, sucking, peeing, and repeat.  In the absolute heat of the day they all passed out.
	When they awoke hours later when it was finally cooling down, they were alone.  

Lights!  Camera!  Cum!
	Like another basement/cellar, the Breene family basement/cellar was converted to a more pleasing atmosphere--for video taping various sex act horrors.  Much construction was done to make up a more “dungeon-like” atmosphere.  Small unseen “spy” cameras were secretly placed in about the dungeon area, as well as larger equipment ones.
	Air and heat and lighting came along with the construction, as well as much security measures.  In all, a month’s worth of work.  Only the Breene and Finch families were the only source of sexual gratification for Seth and Forrest, they were holding off upsetting the neighborhood (or town)--there was too much activity due to the most recent “adventure”.
	The family Damden and Riker were comparing notes, they had both left the town and were in the city--where it was deemed “safer.”  More police were on patrol, undercover police, federal police, and vigilantes, too.
	Those measures of law enforcement and protection did little to thwart the specialized “activities” of Forrest and Seth.
	A week after finalizing the completion of the Dungeon, the Dynamic Duo was once more on the prowl.  Security alert they were, cautious and aware of their surroundings.  They came to set their sights on a small select group of Prospects.  Six to start with.  Then eight more.  Undercover and otherwise was so noted in the area, too.  Seth and Forrest had been working on new “abilities”, enhancements to their unique diabolical abilities.  Time to see them in action…
	Using various semi-technological equipment from hi-tech electronic outlets, and a good deal of info from the world wide web--Seth helped out the duo by severely enhancing the temple diodes he had started out with.  By amplifying the circuitry and other whiz bang electronics, he managed to “waver” the air about himself and Forrest.  
	They both had to stay within close proximity of one another, though; lest they become suddenly--visible to sight.  For Forrest, he concentrated on his Minding Abilities, shaping his mind and meditating to train himself to manage his Ability and utilize it to the utmost.
	It still gave him debilitating side-effects, but those were beginning to become tolerable.
	The first group of Acquisitions came one no-school day afternoon at the local pizzeria.  It was now two months since the Damden/Riker debacle, but security were still in place.  Seth parked his van in a parking lot adjacent to the Prospect parking lot and the pizzeria therein.  Forrest and Seth then made their way to the local grocery store of the parking lot they were in and utilized the bathroom located at the rear.  While inside they rendered themselves (hopefully) invisible to sight.
	A wavering sound could be heard in their ears, they wore bandanas and black eye masks just the same, and clothes they normally wouldn’t be seen in.  Out in the store they checked their “reflections” in mirrors and such, as well as flipping people off and “exposing” themselves to the public.
	No one noticed.
	Seth lowered his trousers and underwear and stood in the front of the store where the check-out stands were--and where the security cameras were checking on the check-out stands.
	They waited.
	And waited.
	And then waited some more.
	No one came to them.
	The peoples and security cameras did not see them.
	To the pizzeria they went--there was one more “test”.

                                                    ****

	They were “aware” but couldn’t explain “how.”  a strange sudden illness seemed to sweep over them, engulf them.  They were dizzy, nauseous and felt much like being seasick.  It was momentary actually but the effects were lasting.  (mostly the dizziness…)
	The bright sun was bright, they could see nor to the right or left, only straight ahead.  There was something like a deafening in their ears, as if they were plugged and mugged by overstuffed pillows, or under water.  It was almost like being in a dream, or playing a video game in charge of a character who had been overtaken by some other means.
	Vaguely they were aware of others.  It couldn’t be for certain.  Nothing was for certain.  Was it a dream or something other?  Only the bright sun and heat remained the constant.
	Then, the sun was suddenly “gone”, replaced by darkness that was not actually “dark” per se, but diffused.  This was followed by the feeling of overwhelming heat--stifling heat.  It soon, though, was replaced by cooling air.  That helped, a lot.
	There WERE others, almost familiar faces.  Everything still seemed odd, like it WAS a dream, observing thru something like a tube, one of those kaleidoscopes or something.  Tunnel vision!  Muffled via the eyes and ears.  ALL the senses were effected, including the brain--or the mind to recognize who the others were.
	A strange sickness filled his tummy.  A warming sensation he didn’t think he had had before.  The feeling and the other feelings soon began to wan, and that was a good thing.
	His “awareness” brought him to realize that he/they were in a vehicle, quite possibly a van or a cargo truck of some kind.  It was kinda dark, but a central light there was as well as a heavy screen to allow air flow above them.  The space was small, making Chet determine they were all probably inside a van.  How or why they were there was unknown to him.  They were all seemingly unrestrained, but unable to move very much on their own.
	He saw his friend, Rick--also looking about just as confused.  They looked to one another and acknowledged one another.  Rick shrugged and continued to try and make sense of their ordeal.
	There was Jane and Molene, too.  And two younger kids they had seen at Pete’s--Pete’s Pizza.  Chet gulped as his eyes focused more and more, he stared at Molene--though he didn’t mean too; she was sitting on her butt, knees drawn up--revealing her crotch.  He could see her white panties, she wore a mid-thigh length dark blue dress with darker blue roses.  She was Chinese, long-long black hair, dark eyes, very slim in body.  She was ten and flat chested, ‘cept for some beginning lumps.  Normally Chet didn’t think about her too much, but she was fun to hang around with--he had been playing air hockey with her just recently.
	Just recently?  Yeah--yeah, that was it--they were at Pete’s, Pete’s Pizza!  NOW where the hell were they?  What was going on?  Were they kidnapped!?  The notion struck him and filled him.  Looking to his friend Rick it was shared, both boys realized their fate.  
	They had both heard the news stories and their parents and teachers had talked with them extensively about being secure and non-trusting.
	So how the hell had this happened?  How had they come to be inside someone’s truck/van?  Chet didn’t know.  And for the life of him he couldn’t figure how he couldn’t move to escape, either!

	A movie he had watched had a kidnap victim tell the story of recalling the details of the kidnapping ride despite being blindfolded.  Knowing of passing over railroad tracks, hearing traffic, horns, an Elevated Railcar, and going on a dirt road.  Chet tried to make these same determinations--mostly the vehicle they were in was traveling at a moderate rate of speed--he assumed, made some turns left and right and came to a brief stop now and then.  
	There were “dips” and a short incline--like going up a hill, but not down.  Squeaky brakes, droaning brakes when coming to a slow-slow stop or temporary halt.  But as he had been dulled from the onset, he had no real clue as to “where” they had actually gone or for how long they had traveled.
	His eyes locked to Jane.  He liked her.  A lot.  There were girls his own age he liked, a lot; too, but Jane was different.  Mostly she liked him!  They got along and played games, told jokes and Jane was a good joke teller and wasn’t embarrassed about sexual innuendo type jokes.  She herself blurted out an occasional “hell” and damn.”  he had never heard her use any of the bigger words of damnanation-- “Shit”  “Bitch”  or the biggie “Fuck.”
	She was a sweet girl, slightly was he aware of her clothing styles, or what she LOOKED like in her clothing--usually she wore jeans, short thigh length jeans.  Sometimes a dress.  Nothing too fancy or slutty.  Chet was at the age (12) of noticing girls who wore short-short jeans, skin tight jeans, swimsuits, and nylon/knit pants.
	Only recently had Jane begun to wear perfume and lip gloss.
	She wore it well, too.
	Molene was a cool character, kind of reserved but would open up after a while with her friends.  He liked her, too.  A lot.
	Jane didn’t know what was going on, either, and was a little frightened, but not overly so.  Like Molene, she sat with her knees up and arms clamped about them; she would look about and acknowledge Rick and the other two occupants, she knew them as Joey and Connie--8 yrs and 7 yrs respectively.
	Chet suddenly felt the urge (if not need) to go to the bathroom.  He needed to crap.  He managed to “pinch” it back, but it wouldn’t last for long, he needed to pee pretty badly, too.  The four pizza slices and guzzled soda was working on him--the others, too.
	Presently the vehicle came to a slow stop.  A long-long pause and then a quick sharp turn and a power take off.  The centrifugal force effect came into effect sending the “passengers” tumbling into/onto one another.  Then there was the opposite end of them accelerated spectrum--a sudden stop.
	Then another power take off with some swerves for good measure.
	Chet couldn’t be sure but at one point it seemed as though the vehicle had went “airborne.”  he was right, or so-so; the vehicle plummeted back to earth dramatically so--sending the passengers once more into a hectic tumble.
	There was much to discern about the “ride” then, Chet noted they were definitely NOT on pavement or even a dirt road--they were most likely off-road, going cross-country.  It was all the passengers could do to hang-the-fuck-on.
	The turbulent ride ended almost abruptly with the van seemingly “skidding” to a halt.  It went very-very quiet--and still.  The vehicle was no longer vibrating--the engine was off.  Chet gulped.  Rick peed himself, so had Joey and Connie.  All were frightened and their minds frapped, unable to make any determination about anything.  Horror stories abounded in their young minds, abounded in abundance.
	There suddenly was a great light filling their small enclosure.  Muffled sounds still as if hearing voices while one was underwater and the voice(s) were speaking from above.
	“Get out.” came the voice that came thru.
	Numbly Chet scrambled to exit the vehicle and stand on numb legs.  He had been thrashed about pretty good inside the vehicle, so had the others.  His eyes needed seconds to adjust and take in the new(er) surroundings; trees.  Lots and lots of trees.  Dense trees and he guessed he was in the forest about the town.  He wasn’t sure.  He wasn’t sure about anything, save that his situation was a little dire.
	“Move.” came a stern voice, deep and bassy, mono toned.
	Chet “moved”, stumbling some on strangely still numb legs.  The light of day was filtered thru the great woodsy forest.  There was little to pin point and stuff into his mind as to use as some sort of reference.  No great boulders shaped like some animal, no odd shaped tree, no hills, nothing--just woods.  And lots of it.
	Not a long walk, about an hour.  All in silence.
	They came to a creek and were allowed to rest, they were allowed to remove their shoes and soak their feet.  Chet thought he could see two men, or was it three, or four?  He wasn’t sure.  Were they holding AKs, or was that machetes?  Were they black men, Mexican, or white?  One resembled the Lone Ranger, the other Batman.
	So there were TWO men?
	I guess so.  
	Was anyone restrained, tied up?
	No.
	Why didn’t you run?  
	I-I don’t know.  I-I couldn’t.
	Why not?
	I-I don’t know.  I just couldn’t.

	‘Take off your clothes.’
	The voice invaded his thoughts.
	He had been watching the water and cooling his feet, it felt good.  He was almost at peace with himself, the events most recent in his young life were fading.  Then, ‘Take off your clothes.’
	Who had said it he didn’t know.  
	A man’s voice?
	Yes.  A man’s voice.
	He saw Rick taking off his clothes.  So was Jane and Molene.  Joey and Connie were already naked.  Chet struggled.  He didn’t WANT to take off his clothes, not in the least.  But--but--
	But what?
	I-I couldn’t help myself.
	Why not?
	I-I don’t know, I just couldn’t.
	So off he peeled his green polo shirt and then down went his beige corduroys.  Lastly his briefs.  He stood butt naked, Rick stood close by on the bank of the creek also naked.  Nothing in his mind was concrete, he didn’t focus on the fact that Rick was nude.  His eyes fell to Jane and Molene, THEN he became more aware.  Not of himself, just of Jane and Molene.  He had seen very young girls naked, toddlers and infants.  No biggie.  He had typically dreamed and lightly fantasized about seeing girls his age and teenage--what they would look like naked.
	He saw Jane and Molene suddenly avert their eyes to look elsewhere.  Chet didn’t know why and then realized his own nudity--and subsequent BONER accompanying it.
	He was embarrassed.  But strangely he couldn’t cover or conceal his nudity, he felt that he wanted to, though--but couldn’t.  Jane and Molene weren’t concealing THEIR nudity, they seemed rather unconcerned about it.
	‘Alright, let’s keep moving.’ the Voice said to him/them.  They crossed the creek, leaving their clothes behind.

	Who was in front he didn’t know, who was in front of him was Jane.
	And she was nude.
	Very nude.
	That ass.  His eyes locked onto her ass.  Her nude, very nude, ass.
	It was hard to concentrate and several times he stumbled and collided with her so his view was changed from Jane to Joey.  That helped, some.
	There was a path they were on.  A small footpath, animal path.  A large hill on the right, a steep slope to the left.  The sun was still filtering thru the dense woods.  Pines, pines and cedars with some birch.  A noisy creek he could hear, great boulders down the gully to the left.  The path wound this way and that, down steeply and then up steeply.  For several minutes they were exposed to the harshness of the sun and “openness” and then back into the shelter of the woods.
	A small creek they crossed and there in a small clearing filled with great boulders and lain over trees was an ancient non-historical miner’s cabin.  Not much of it was left as winters and passerby visitors had seen to its demise.
	The group carried on, crossing yet another creek and then up a small incline and then to a stop.  The entrance to a mine was here.  Not much of an entrance, there was the wood frame about that was covered in moss and such.  The wood was gray (of what could be seen of it.)  The entrance was set into the side of a moss covered dirt hill.  Huge trees were all about the sides and on top, the roots of which were entangled and made the passage into the entrance all the more eerie.
	‘Inside.’ came the Voice, but a different voice, not as mono and slightly different than the “other” voice.
	Inside Chet went, following the other naked companions.
	It was decidedly cool inside; musty, too.   And it was dark.  Damn dark.  Just a few feet in(side) and it was incredibly dark.  And despite their size of being young and thusly already short in stature the group had to stoop down to make their way.
	How many into the mine wasn’t known.  But enough to fully envelope them all in very inky darkness.  The entrance behind them was either covered or concealed or something.
	‘Sit down, be still, and shut up.’ 
	Chet did so.  He could hear the muffled sounds of the others “sitting down.”  then all was quiet.  Quiet and still.  A long while elapsed before sme other noises were heard; after some determination Chet determined that the sounds were of the Abductor(s) scurrying away, leaving.
	Soooooo, what was it about?  They had been kidnapped?  Why, none of their parents had much money.  The notion of “sexual abuse” was not thought of--despite being rendered nude.
	Adjusting to the darkness took awhile.  It wasn’t all that dark after all, the smell of “dirt” was strong and there was a brief air current flow felt.  Despite the warning “be still” Chet moved, first dragging along on his bare butt and then moving to his hands and knees.  He made a determination of who was who, first.
	“Don’t be scared.” he cooed to the others, even Rick.
	“What’s going on?” asked Jane.
	“I don’t know.” replied Chet.  “I haven’t a clue.” and he didn’t.
	Moving about to touch basis with all who were in the group he soon found the tunnel-entrance.  He could see a dim light aways off.  ‘that must be the entrance.’ he told himself.  He sat for awhile staring.  Could he, should he?  Was those who abducted them for some reason waiting for him to pop his dang fool head out?  What would happen then?
	Someone farted.
	No one said anything, not even a chuckle.
	“I gotta go potty?” whined someone, Connie’s voice.
	It was difficult to see, just barely the hand before your face atmosphere.  There were many roots of various sizes and cold-cold dirt all around.  
	“Well, find-find a hole, dig a hole and go.” Chet said.  He didn’t know what to do, or say.  There was silence for a moment and then some whispers.  Then some scuffling, someone farted again, and then the tale tell sound of someone peeing.
	“Do you think we can get out?” asked Rick after a long period of silence.  Chet still sat at the tunnel entrance, he had determined by feeling around that they were in something like a room, a round room you couldn’t stand up in and was eight feet wide, or in diameter.  The tunnel-entrance seemed to empty into it.
	“I-I don’t know.” answered Chet.  He didn’t know.  He thought he saw the light at the end of the tunnel darken, but later determined that something had briefly blocked it--then realized someone had probably more than likely “walked by.”  the Abductors or someone else entirely.
	The urge to crap came again.  He stomach ached, his feet and legs hurt.  He wasn’t as scared as he thought he would ever be if he were ever to be kidnapped or put in a perilous situation.  He didn’t know the why of that, either.
	He moved from where he had been “on guard” to the rear of the “cave” and hoped he was far enough away from anyone.  When usually going to the bathroom he was mindless, he didn’t think of it.  Just the relief of the “afterwards.”  he definitely never gave much thought of having a bowel movement--taking a shit in other words.
	A hole he dug and positioned his ass over it, “gravity” took over and the willingness to unload made the ease of passing the poop easy.  All that pizza from earlier forced all that crap that was in his bowels to want out, immediately!
	Only seconds after his turds exploded from his asshole did he realize the value of a toilet--it must be the water that prevented the horrendous smell of fresh pooped shit.  There was immediate relief of pressure from his anal tract, but the funky odiferous fecal matter was sickening.
	He hoped that in the darkness no one knew it was he who was the culprit.  Quickly he covered the waste with the cold dirt and the horrendous funky smell dissipated.  
	Someone peed moments later.
	Someone again ripped a bare ass butt blast.
	Chet never heard a girl “fart” before but had to assume that they had to, but were just more discreet about it.  He ever saw a girl “scratch” herself, either--only wee little girls who didn’t know any better than not to do so in public.  
	Jane’s ass.  Jane’s naked ass filled his mind.  Back on the trail her dainty white ass bounced about nicely as he had struggled to follow (it.)  He had briefly seen her bare cunny; at the time he hadn’t thought of her in a sexual manner--but now he did.
	Slowly he found himself consoling his dick, lightly squeezing it, rubbing the head and then fondling his balls.  He wanted Jane to do it, he desired for her to rub on his dick, his balls, and--and--
	And?
	And to KISS it!
	That image burned into his mind and he deftly got hard.

	“Maybe we should try and crawl out?” suggested Rick.
	Chet didn’t know, he feared the Abductors were waiting just outside of the mine entrance.  Rick fell silent at that little tidbit of news.   
	“So what’ll we do?” he asked.
	Chet shrugged, “I dunno.” he replied.  (and he didn’t.)
	They waited, shoulder to shoulder staring the some feet to the mine entrance.  They wouldn’t have to wait too long before…