August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 13
More Unfuckingbelievable
Than you can Imagine!

Hunting Season
	He wasn’t sure for certain, it could have been merely his imagination, but he thought--he THOUGHT he smelled wafting on the listless cool air something akin to--FOOD!  Hamburgers to be more precise.
	But that was a guess.
	“I smell French fries!” blurted Rick.
	Chet’s certainty was more affirmed, if someone else was smelling something then…
	The light at the end of their entombment flickered, something was there, blocking the way.  Then a light pierced the darkness, Chet blocked the light from his eyes; turning his head he was able to look upon the others.  They were frightened, especially the girls who seemingly understood their possible fate (being raped/molested.)  
	“Come on out.” said a voice, Voice Number One.
	Rick and Chet exchanged looks, gulped and with a sigh began making their way back out.
	It was still daylight but almost evening type time.  It was cool out, a different kind of cool than in the back of the short cave/tunnel.  
	“Get moving.” spoke Voice One, the smell of FOOD was prevalent, 
	“When we get to where we’re going you can eat.”
	That was helpful--hopeful.  At leas they weren’t going to be killed off--just yet.  Along the trail they went (again), seemingly deeper into the forest and away from the main creek where several other creeks fed it.

	Pines.  Mostly pines with a few cedars and sequoias.  A cool breeze filtered about the deep woods, a woodpecker was heard, squirrels and chipmunks, too.  Birds fluttered up as the group wandered by.  All seemed serene, and a little spooky.
	Just before the darkness fell upon them the noisy sound of a creek once again pierced the silence.  Up small hills, down small hills.  Crossing over dry creeks filled with refuse of the woods, there was little evidence to show (Chet) that anyone had been this way in a while; he did note the toilet paper, torn jeans, a crushed beer can, and empty shotgun shells.
	An owl hooted and some bats were heard.
	Someone in the group farted--loudly.  Everyone looked around to seek out the offender, “Keep moving!” commanded the Voice.  Chet tried to SEE the Voice, each time he tried he failed.  He could see something resembling a shimmering object, it appeared to be like a chameleon, a dull shimmering green appearance--like if the “person” was wearing a sickly green cloak of some kind.  Then, when focusing--or trying to--the “person” basically simply fucking disappeared altogether!
	The noise of the creek became louder with the final turn down a hill.  A small clearing with another ancient miner’s shack.  It was more deplorable in shape than that of the previous one!  It, though, had a cement floor.
	Chet thought he heard voices, there were two distinct ones.
	The two youngest kids were exhausted and fell to the ground rubbing their aching feet and crying.  Jane and Molene didn’t cry but sat nearby the kids rubbing their feet, too.  Barefoot walking in the woods was rough on the feet, if not the body.  They hadn’t walked so much in “miles” but in distances in the deep rustic woods--any amount of walking was tough--especially if doing so whilst one was naked!
	“We’ll rest here.” announced a Voice, a different voice, Voice Number Two.  Light was seriously beginning to darken up but there was still enough to go by.  Take-out bags of food were handed out, with accompanying milk shakes.
	“Eat, drink, be quiet.” spoke Voice Two.
	The air was getting more chillier but the warm food helped warm their bellies.  Deluxe Hamburgers with fries and milk shakes.  A good meal for the hungry crew.
	While he ate Chet continued to hear voices, he determined at length that it WAS the voices, Voice One & Two who were speaking in low tones.  Somewhere.  When he tried to focus they went silent.
	“Eat!” came a gruff voice of either One or Two.  Chet stopped trying to “hear” and polished off his meal.
	After consuming their meal there was a long enduring silence.  Where they alone?  It was dark, damn dark.  Barely could the trees be made out.  Barely could even the miner’s shack that was right close by.  Above the sky was heavily dotted with the night’s stars.
	A very cool breeze chilled their young nude bodies more than they already were.  The sound of the very full creek feet from them created an even more chilling effect.
	Chet saw coming up, looming up, two figures, one following the other.  Being dark he still couldn’t make them out, but they didn’t appear to be “cloaked” anymore.  They were huffing and puffing and seemed almost out of breath.
	“Alright,” spoke Voice Two, “everyone up.”
	Everyone but Joey and Connie, they were too exhausted and were zonked out.  Jane tried to pick up Connie, but Rick helped her.  No one could see to well, they all were pretty done in.  Connie, though, was taken from Rick, Joey was picked up by “another” as well--this after Chet, Rick, Jane, and Molene were tethered by a single rope.
	“Hold onto the rope, DO NOT LET GO!”
	“We’re going for a little walk, a place where you can sleep and be warm for the night.  It’s across the creek, up a hill, thru the woods--about half an hour’s walk.”
	“We CAN make it, just hold onto the rope.”
	A flash light was used, the rope wrapped about the nude crew’s waist one time, Chet in the rear with Jane before him.  ‘You trip one time and I’ll drag you and let the ground rip your hide!’ warned a voice.  Chet gulped and nodded that he wouldn’t trip.
	The Nude Crew crossed a bridge.  The sound of the creek thrashing a course thru the woods was near deafening.  The spray only added to their chilled bodies.  The wood beneath their feet was damp and somewhat slippery.  A flashlight helped them cross over to terra firma, all of the group had a slight tough time continuing, their legs were just worn out.
	Occasionally the group was stopped and warned to “step over” an exposed tree root crossing their path, or a severe “dip”, a puddle or the path obscured or some other hazard needed noting.
	At length the group ascended a small hill.  Chet tried to get bearings but that was next to impossible.  The flashlight of one of the Voices shone to reveal a cabin.  Not a ramshackled cabin but one that seemed in good repair.  The door was opened and the group was scurried inside.
	Moments later and there was a fire blazing in an old iron stove.  Moments later and there was warmth aplenty; with the accompanying scratchy wool blankets and someone very well worn quilts the chill of their young nude bodies was replaced by comfort.
	Inside the cabin Chet noted antlers on one of the walls.  It was one room, a kitchenette, a handmade nature-made table with funky handmade out of tree limbs chairs.  Two old army cots, a bare mattress on a metal spring bed, and a bare mattress on the floor.
	In the “kitchen” area there was a wash tub, a counter of sorts with a dropped in not plumbed sink, cans of food were stacked on either side with some old west plates and pots and such.
	A mustiness lingered in the sullen air.  It was warm, but musty.
	The little kids were zonked out; placed together on one of the bare mattresses and then covered by a quilt.  Jane and Molene were together sitting on the metal bed, being quiet and still.
	“Lay down.” spoke a voice, Chet determined it to be Voice Two.
	The girls did so, Molene behind Jane.  A blanket covered them.
	“Sleep.” the girls shut their eyes and slept.
	There was a lantern, too, providing light.  It was hushed out, the door to the old iron stove was opened and a chunk of wood stuffed inside.  Chet and Rick sat together shoulder to shoulder.
	“You, too.” said the Voice again.  The boys laid down on a bare mattress on the floor and were covered by a blanket.  Chet pulled the blanket that was apparently the source of the musty smell in the room, doing so allowed him to see two figures, two MEN figures suddenly apparently-seemingly “appear.”  they shimmered in the flickering light of the stove and then--they just were!
	One was tall, robust, long dark hair tied back into a pony tail.  It was too dark to tell any of any distinguishing marks--like tattoos or scars or such.  He determined that they WERE white, tan skin, but white.  
	The other was a head shorter, but broad shoulder, hair color unknown.
	They stood by the fire warming themselves.  They were clothed.  The spoke in low tones and nothing Chet could make out.  At length one turned and left the cabin.  The other remained and sat in one of the rickety appearing nature made chair.  The other returned in mere moments, shut the door and braced it with a long piece of wood.
	Sheer exhaustion caused Chet to miss anything else the two men did.
	A noise indiscernible awoke him.  He jolted awake and lay still.  For a moment (or two) he was confused.  He felt ill, cold, and very confused.  He saw the stove and the flickering fire light within.  Raising his head some he saw the cabin door open.  Someone was standing there.  It was dark.  Damn dark.
	Presently the figure at the door came back in, escorting someone.
	Connie.  What they were doing wasn’t known--well, outside anyways.  Chet saw the lone figure sit in one of the nature made chairs, he pulled the little girl onto his lap.  Chet struggled not to make move about so as to be detected, he was curious as to what was to happen.
	The little girl, Connie, was sleepy and snuggled into the man.  A blanket was about them and for a while there was nothing.  Just snuggling.  There was a pop in the stove, the man jumped and so did Chet.  
	Someone farted.
	Someone stirred.  The fire popped again in the stove.
	In the chair there was movement.  Much movement.  Chet shut his eyes tight and opened again, he was still tired--his legs and feet were terribly sore and he was just generally tired all over.
	In the chair there was movement.
	Chet stretched (faking it) and adjusted the blanket to try and see better.  The blanket wrapped about the man in the chair and Connie fell away.  Connie was on his lap, straddled.  He couldn’t tell if she was awake or not.  Not that it mattered…
	After a time Chet could see the man holding Connie at the butt, his hands were clamped to her butt and she was moving (or being moved) up and down.  The man seemed to be making “noises”, too.
	Connie made noises herself, it sounded like whimperings.
	Someone nearby sat up, Chet couldn’t see for sure who, the flickering fire light finally gave way to the fact that it was Molene--her long black hair helped out.  She was just as confused as Chet had been on waking up (in a strange-strange place.)  she picked her nose and brushed her hair back over her ears.	
	She then took note of what was happening at the table.
	There was a resounding, “AHHHHHHHHH” sound coming from the man at the table.  Groans and moans and more whimperings.   Another resounding sound of satisfaction came, and then there was silence--save for the crackling of the fire.
	Chet could see well enough that the man’s hands were on Connie’s bare ass.  The sudden feeling/urge to pee struck him.  Molene looked around her “surroundings” in a very confused manner.  Firelight fell upon her naked chest, she was ten and was beginning to “lump up.”
	The man at the table slowly stood, Chet and Molene watched him, Chet sat up himself, the need to pee was with him as well as Molene.  The man carried Connie to her bed and laid her down then covered with the blanket.  When he passed by Chet and Molene Chet could see the man’s penis out--he was peeing, too!
	No, not peeing actually…

	It was too dark to see, but Molene was by a small pile of wood by the cabin, legs spread and urinating as she had been commanded to do.  Chet was at the ready to pee, too; he had been asked if he had to “go” and Chet had nodded that it was so.  They accompanied the man who had not returned his penis inside his pants.
	Outside in the night air was cool, damn cool.
	His eyes slowly adjusted, there was moonlight but the thickness and density of the woods prevented most of the natural light from bathing the area in its luminance.  There was just enough to make out Molene’s nude form.  He would have gotten a boner had it not been for the chill in the air, the presence of the man (Voice Number Two) and the fact that he had to piss badly.
	He was directed to take his piss--to Molene’s ass.
	She looked back over her shoulder, Chet couldn’t see her expression, but he figured she must of known their situation was perilous.  He bowed his head and aimed his willy and in seconds there was fresh hot urine splashing onto Molene’s nude ass.
	When done they returned to the warmth of the cabin’s interior.
	One by one thru the night the “others” made escorted trips out into the dark to pee.  Chet noted Rick went with Jane.  He wondered if he had to/got to, pee on Jane’s ass!
	Too tired he was to pay much attention to anything “else” that went on, he tried to stay awake but sought sleep instead.  His feet and calf muscles seriously ached, and only slightly was he worried/concerned about his general welfare.
	When he awoke he was dizzy, he felt a little ill and was chilled.  His eyes opened wide, though, when he saw a nude man sitting at the table with Jane sucking him!  Behind her was Rick with his face up between Jane’s ass!  Beside them Joey was on top of Connie having sex!  On the table Molene’s legs were spread out wide while another nude man had sex with her!
	Chet fluttered his and shook his head, “What the fuck!?” he quipped aloud.  Why wasn’t HE invited!
	Suddenly, through the door came a buck.  A huge towering twelve-point deer, wearing a green vest and toting a nasty looking four barrel shotgun.  The huge buck wore a bandolier with extra shells, a gun belt about his waist with two pistols stuffed in front.
	The huge deer snarled and snapped his black rubbery lips and took aim at the closest nude man who had not even paid the buck any attention.
	BLAM! He report of the 4-barrel shogun was deafening.  The head of the nude man blew off and landed in the open door of the iron stove.  The headless nude man continued to fuck the young naked Chinese girl, Bambo stepped into the cabin and shoved the 4-barreled weapon into the pumping nude man’s ass--and pulled the trigger.
	Bambo looked to Chet, right at him and winked.
	The nude man’s body disintegrated.  Shattering off into a zillion pieces of bloody flesh.
	Bambo stuffed his weapon into the sitting nude man’s mouth and blew HIS head off.  The nude man’s penis was still being sucked on by Jane, though.  Bambo clamped his shiny black paws onto the girl’s head and wiggled it about--until the man’s penis was severed!
	Jane then began chomping and chomping like she was chewing gum and swallowed!
	Bambo then turned his attention to Chet.
	Chet gulped and grew a little panicky, but couldn’t move--although he seriously wanted to.  Badly.  Chet’s eyes fell onto a certain part of Bambo, not his vast array of weapons--which now included shiny chrome bladed “buck” knives, laser pistols, plutonium annihilators, and the like like that there.
	His eyes fell onto Bambo’s wares.  His cock and balls.  His balls hung low, huge things resembling coconuts!  Then his cock, resembling a bull’s wang Chet had seen at a fair one time.  Cum was shooting out of it and the huge towering buck was leering at Chet.  “Suck it, or take it!”
	“Suck it, or take it.”
	The words burrowed into his noggin.
	“Suck it, or take it.”
	He fluttered his eyes and almost choked.
	‘What the--’
	It was still kind of dark, but day was coming.  The cabin door was open.  A chunk of wood popped in the stove.  Where was Bambo?  There WAS no Bambo, it was a dream!
	“Suck it, or take it!”
	Chet closed his eyes tight and then opened them and saw by the table one of the men (clothed) standing with his cock out, it was stiff and huge.  On his nude knees before him was Rick.
	It took a moment for Chet to comprehend what was going on.
	Rick seemed distraught.  And then some.  He was sobbing, trembling.
	“Suck it, or take it.”
	Chet didn’t understand.  The “suck it” he got, but the “take it”?  what was--
	Oh.
	Hmmmm, some choice.
	Rick finally leaned in with his eyes shut tight.  Chet watched, pulling the cover up over him a little more, he needed to go pee badly but this wasn’t a good time to interrupt.  Rick leaned in more and more and soon was brushing his boyish lips against the man’s cock.
	The man did nothing but stand still.  
	Rick’s lips went about the head of the cock and then slowly down the shaft.  The man placed a hand behind the boy’s head, grabbing sandy brown hair and pulling the boy back and forth along his shaft.
	Rick wasn’t pleased but did the deed regardless.
	Chet checked the door…
	Nope, Bambo wasn’t coming!

	The man in Rick’s mouth, was (did) though.
	And Rick didn’t like it.  He gagged and choked and sputtered the man juice out.  He retched and made horrible faces.  “See,” spoke the man, “you should have “taken it” instead!”
	Rick got a cup of water to wash the taste of man spunk out of his mouth.  He was shoved back to his bed.  The man who had given him the gentle shove (not an angry one) and the cum juice continued to massage his exposed manhood.  He stared out of the cabin door, Bambo still didn’t show.
	Spam.  Spam and some kind of beans.  Spam, some kind of beans, and corn.  Chet was aware of Spam but wasn’t sure if he had ever eaten it before.  It was an odd breakfast to be sure, but when you’re hungry it doesn’t quite matter.
	No milk or soda or even tea.
	Water.  Just water.
	The day was coming on stronger.  Chet tried his best to focus on the two men, and there still seemed to be just the two.  But try as he might pinning down their “description” somehow was elusive.  They were white he was sure, almost certain.  One had long black hair pulled back to a pony tail.  They were not white-white, not lily white, well tanned.  One was taller than the other, guess-timating to be 6 foot plus an inch or two with average build to go with the height.
	Clothes?
	Chet thought one wore cammys, camouflage clothing like in the military.  Nether wore a hat and as for weapons--Chet could determine that, either.
	It was the same with Rick.  The same with Jane and Molene, Joey and Connie.  None of them could determinantly pin down their abductors description.
	After breakfast there was a powwow.
	The children all sat on the floor amass blankets and quilts, they covered themselves not so much as for the basic fact that they were NUDE, they were used to that, but they were still somewhat modest.  It was still chilly in the air and it was just the norm to pull a blankie about one’s body when in a powwow. 
	“We’re going to leave you for a while, but be sure we’ll be back.”
	“AND still in the area.” chimed in the other in a warning.
	“Right, so don’t get no funny ideas about taking off on your own.”
	“Firstly you don’t know where you are, this is a dangerous place to get lost in.”
	“Right, other than meeting us again, you can meet other things.”
	The kids looked to one another.
	“Come on, I’ll show you.”
	The kids still wrapped in their blankets and quilts followed the two men outside and down a short ways to a near tree.  One side was covered in deep rich light green moss.  The other had huge scratches in it.
	“Anyone know what these are?” asked the taller one.
	Chet shrugged, Rick made a “I don’t have a clue” face.  No one knew.
	“Bear marks.” stated the tall one.
	“He made these last winter, this is his territory and is apt to be about, someplace.”
	“Right, so you don’t want to have any funny ideas about scurrying away from the cabin while we’re gone.”
	“And other than the bear, SNAKES!”
	“Snakes and bees.”
	“Poison ivy, too.”
	“Can any of you identify poison ivy?”
	The kids shrugged and gulped and shook their little heads in the negative.  No one knew.
	“Think any of you can outrun a swarm of bees?”
	“Think any of you can fend off a bossy male deer, mend a broken or sprained ankle, the poison of a snake or a kittywumpus?”
	No one knew.
	“Fine, then staying in the cabin seems like a right fine idea, huh?”
	The kids nodded that that was so.  They didn’t like it, but it was so.

	Back inside the cabin they were told that they could go out to go to the bathroom, but that was all.  They were to mainly stay inside the cabin at all times.
	“And then here’s something else.” the man smiled.  He sat in the chair at the table, the shorter one leaned against the cabin door he had just shut.
	“While we’re gone, you all will engage in sex acts.”
	He let that settle in a moment.  The boys were the most astonished, Molene made no expressions one way or another.  Jane merely reared her head back, ‘Oh?’
	“Firstly,” stated the one at the door, “you girls will SUCK the boys.”
	“That means EACH of you will suck each boy.”
	“Each!”
	The kids all hung their mouths open in awe, shock, and mild dismay.
	“Afterwards, you BOYS will LICK the girls, lick them where they pee from.”
	This was met with even MORE awe.  ‘Holy shit!’ all around.
	“After that, you’ve got a choice--boys,” he paused to make sure he still had their astounding dutiful attention.  He did.
	“Afterwards, after the sucking and the licking you boys will FUCK the girls.”
	“Each one!”
	“And the choice is you can fuck the girl in the ass, where she poops from, or her pussy--”
	“Where she PEES from.”
	Hard breathing there was.  Gulping, sweating, eyes wide, mouths hung to the floor.  The horror--the horror.
	“The choice is the pussy or the ass.” re-stated the one sitting.
	“And we can tell!” added the one standing.
	“Right, ‘cause when we get back, we will check.”
	“And if you haven’t done what we’ve told you to do--”
	SMACK!
	The one standing brought his hands together and made everyone jump.  The glare from the one sitting enfused upon them all that compliance would be better than not.
	“And like we said about running off from the cabin, you damn sure don’t want to be running into that roaming bear--let alone either one of us!”
	Good point.
	“Cause then we’ll just let the bear have ya!”

	Why the two men were leaving wasn’t made known.  They may not be actually “leaving”, either, so noted Chet, it was a test of some sort--to see if they (the kiddies) would do what they had been told to do.
	Before “leaving” the men had the group get under the blankets, all of them under all the blankets all one.  They were reminded once more not to leave or wander off from the cabin, and to follow thru with the “other”, too.
	Scurrying around under all the blankets and quilts, Chet found himself prone to the floor.  With the others scrambling about to situate themselves, Chet saw something he probably wasn’t supposed to:  one of the men was pulling the table across the floor while the other placed a blanket under the table’s legs.  Covering something up.  Just what was a mystery.
	The cabin door was heard to shut and then there was silence.
	The kids all huddled under the amassed blankets remained quiet and still.  Until someone farted!  Then the kids all bailed giggling and making jest at the polluter.
	Once out of the blanket covering the group looked around a little more closely at their “prison.”
	A hunter’s shack, cabin, Chet determined.  A cabin used mainly during the winter time.  It was kept stocked and used on the “honor” system.  It was rustic and little used during the summer.
	After a quick tour of the cabin’s interior--one room, Chet casually eyed the blanket under the table.  What had the two men concealed?  The girls were so noted to sort of by shy and conceal their blatant nudity with the keeping of covers about them.  Connie and Joey weren’t so intimidated by the nudity and weren’t all that modest.  Rick tried to keep his attention off of the girls and helped his friend move the table and the blanket.
	“What are you doing?” asked very concerningly Jane.
	Under the blanket there was a door, a trap door.

	“Are you nuts, those guys are probably watching us!” almost shouted Jane.
	“She’s right.” backed her up Rick said.  “They catch us there’s no telling what they’ll make us do.”
	Hmmmm
	Chet paused a moment, a trap door, and the two men had concealed it.  Why?  Did it go somewhere?
	“There might be a radio down there.” he said.
	“Big deal, who wants to listen to a radio now anyways?” bitched Molene.
	“No,” replied Chet, “a two-way radio, something we might be able to use to communicate to someone with.”
	Everyone digested that little tidbit of news.
	“But if we’re caught--” worried Rick.
	“I know, I know.” said a dejected equally worried Chet, he shrugged and waited.  If none of the others wanted to risk, then he wouldn’t either.

	A knobby wooden ladder went down into darkness.  A waft of cold sale air greeted his face as he peered down.  Did he dare?  Could he?  Jane and Connie peered out the one window above the sink.  Joey and Molene peered cautiously out the cabin door they had open just a crack.
	“I don’t see nobody.” stated Joey.
	“Me either.” said Jane.
	Chet checked himself as he looked to Jane.  She was nude.  She was stretching up on the handcrafted from nature’s wood-counter.  ‘lick her cunt, where she pees from; have sex with her--in her cunt where she pees from and OR her asshole, where she poops from!’
	The command filled him.
	And not only to Jane did he have to follow thru with the bizarre deed, to Molene and Connie, too!  Molene and Jane he wouldn’t mind--but Connie?  Connie was seven, there was just no way he could “follow thru.”  
	“If you don’t, we’ll check when we get back, we can tell if you did what we’ve told you to do.”
	“And if we find that you DIDn’t--”
	SMACK!
	The sound of the hands smacking together caused him to jolt (again.)
	The only option was to escape.

	Bears.
	Beware of Bears.
	Bees.
	Swarms of bees there be.
	Poison ivy, snakes, sink holes unseen, poisonous spitting lizards, and other unknown/known hazards awaited them should they risk SMACK! And flee the cabin.  They all agreed to themselves that that would be a bad idea and it was better to STAY in the cabin.
	But there was an option.
	No flashlight, no lantern, no light whatsoever.  Chet stared down into the darkness.  His curiosity was minorally “piqued” but also satisfied.  He just wanted to know what the two men were covering up.  Now he knew, a hole, a tunnel.  Where it went he didn’t know and beings as how it delved into the depths of a dark unknown, he was no longer curious.

	“W-what if they are waiting for you, down there!?” suddenly blurted Rick.
	Chet looked up to his friend, he was already to where the darkness swallowed the light, about six feet down.  ‘Thanks’ he gave in a stern look, ‘asshole.’  Rick shrugged, “Maybe not.” he offered in hope.
	Carefully Chet continued his descent into the bleak cold darkness.
	It wasn’t that far to go--ten feet or so.  His eyes needed time (again) to adjust to the darkness.  It was earth, a cave of such dug out of the earth.  
	“We catch any of you away from the cabin, escaping, causing a fuss or commotion and its back into that cave.”
	“And we’ll seal it up, too!”
	Would being under the cabin constitute “escape?”
	He sighed and tried to feel his way about.
	“Can you see anything?” called down Rick.
	“Not a damn thing.” returned Chet.
	“Coming down.” Rick said, and he was bring a stick of wood, a stick of burning wood Molene had handed him.  It helped illuminate the new room.  A lot.  And a “room” was what it was, partially reinforced by planks of wood and corrugated tin.
		
	The light from the wood helped, it was a long sturdy hunk of wood, the boys took a quick look around--they saw nothing more than a small room about 12 feet in diameter.  There seemed to be no way out, no other door, passage, or tunnel.
	The room was empty, there were crates, crudely made and constructed, but crates nevertheless.  Galvanized pails, galvanized washtubs, pick axes, shovels, a wooden cot, a hammer, and nails.
	No other visible way out.
	The boys (not thinking) rummaged about the room, they may have thought more clearly (especially about the previous items mentioned) had it not been for the “other” find they found:  behind the one great crate the boys went snooping, hoping for a hidden passage.  They found instead a canvas tarp, discolored it was and apparently something was wrapped within.
	Being curious and boys the two took pains and efforts to unroll the 6-foot wide object--
	And a skeleton hand came to be.
	The boys stared at the hand, it wasn’t totally skeletonized, it still had the resemblance of--of--meat.  The boys were petrified.  The hand was still attached to an arm, the arm of which was still wrapped up in the canvas.
	The boys scurried up the ladder, Rick dropping the “light” source.  But he didn’t care.  Once topside the boys quickly shut the trap door and sat on it.
	They had the full attention of the girls and Joey.
	“Something down there?” inquired inquisitively Molene.
	“Uh-huh.” replied a terrified Chet.
	“What?” asked Jane.
	Neither boy said.  They sat on the trap door trying to fill their minds with something other than what they had seen.
	“I gotta potty!” spoke up Connie.
	That helped.  That helped a lot.
	Willing the boys left the trapdoor, they went out of the cabin, they all did.  Jane took Molene to one side and the rest took in their surroundings.
	Rick took a step to one side, turned and peed into the nearby bush.  Molene wrinkled her nose and looked about, she met Chet’s eyes and they held the look for a moment or two.  Then, Chet’s eyes drifted downward.
	He couldn’t help it.  She was pretty.
	Pretty flat.  She WAS getting “lumpy”, but still…
	Timidly Molene twisted on her feet, her hands blocked absolute viewing of her cunny, but as she twisted the whole of her young body there was a pretty good look available for viewing.
	After a while Chet noticed the girl grinning, smiling--and blushing.
	Jane and Connie came into view, returning to the door of the cabin, paying heed to the earlier warning from their abductors.  Both girls raised eyebrows and little Connie grinned big.  She pointed, too, Jane shooed her inside the cabin and Chet became aware that he had a boner!
	Molene turned away and made to the opposite side of the cabin of where Jane and Connie had “gone.”  Rick hung loose, looking into the woods, playing with himself nonchalantly, checking Molene and slowly getting an erection…
	He finally made for the cabin, though, and Chet made for Molene.
	At the side of the graying timber planks that made up the hunter’s cabin Molene stood with legs apart, ass pooched out (towards him), leaning forward some against a pile of small diameter lodge pole trees serving as some sort of fence or something.  As Chet approached she turned her to almost front, but cocked it at the shoulder--possibly allowing her to see just a view of Chet’s approach.
	He stopped just some feet from her.
	Molene began to pee.
	A steady stream of urine spilled forth from her hairless pussy.
	Chet’s dick was hard.
	Mighty hard.
	Damn hard.
	Lightly methodically he stroked his organ.  Molene peed and finished in just a few seconds.  She then rubbed a hand onto her ass, tossing her head to clear it of loose strands of long hair.  With the sunlight filtering through the forest trees, cascading onto the lovely, Chet was beginning to shoot jizum.
	And once a guy gets that feeling in his nads and it surges up into his dick, there’s no stopping.  It would take Leatherface come busting out of the woods with his chainsaw roaring to frighten the hard-on into oblivion.  But since Leatherface wasn’t--Chet continued to masturbate and cum.
	Molene turned about fully, avoiding her “puddle” and stepping a foot or so closer.  She leaned against the cabin, twiddling with her long shiny black hair, no longer concealing her nudity.  
	Chet’s eyes fell onto the girl’s cunny.  It was a marvel, hairless--he was oblivious to the fact that girls got hair between their legs--he was not all that aware about his own pubes!
	“How do you think they can tell if we’ve had sex?” Molene asked.
	Chet didn’t know.  He searched his noggin’s data base, but that info was kind of a void.  He knew very little about sex, it was beyond his reach.  It was what parents did, or teenagers.  Just HOW it was done was kind of elusive to him.
	Molene’s head was bowed, she continued to fiddle with her hair, legs sort of crossed as she leaned.  The sunlight cascading on her nude body really did something for him.  (for me, too!)
	A moment of silence came between them.
	Chet’s dick was still somewhat hard, he was used to cumming, shooting bits of jizum out of his piss shank, but this go ‘round it felt kinda different.  It remained mostly stiff just the same afterwards.
	“So, do you know how to do it?”
	“Do what?”
	Molene looked a little perturbed and continued to stare at the ground as well as fiddle with her hair.  Chet felt embarrassed, 
	“Oh.” Sex.  He had a vague idea, his hard dick went somehow into her where she peed.  Somehow.
	“Do you think they are doing it?” Molene blurted.
	“They?”
	“Rick and Jane.”
	Oh.  “Uh, I-I don’t know.”  wanna go watch and see?
	Molene began twirling her fingers in her hair, she again shook her head and locked eyes on him.  Casually she adjusted her stance and then her eyes came to rest on his rod.
	More silence between them.

	“We might supposed to do it in the cabin, inside the cabin.” suggested Chet at length.  Molene tugged on her lips thoughtfully.  She nodded,
	“Maybe so.” but why?
	“Do you think we--I--uhm, should we--” Chet got cold feet and embarrassed and looked about the area.  He changed gears, “Maybe we should--”
	“Should what?” asked inquisitively Molene.  She looked to him shyly, almost smiling, still twiddling with her hair.
	“I-I was just thinking maybe we should--”
	Molene looked at him, giving him a helpful look to help him get his stuck sentence out.
	“Run.” he finally said.
	“Run?” Molene took the word and digested.
	“You heard what they said, bears, bees, and snakes.  And if they catch us…” she didn’t finish, she didn’t need to.
	Chet was getting desperate.  What he wanted to say was completely opposite of what he did say.  The strength in his cock was waning.
	“We should probably go inside.” Molene said.
	Chet felt like an idiot.
	He sighed and turned.  Molene slipped up beside him and they came to the front (and only) door of the cabin.  The door WAS open a crack, the two peered in…

	At the table in the chair, Rick sat with his legs open, Jane on her knees before sucking his pee-pee.  Chet felt his cock suddenly stiffen ten-fold, it pressed against Molene’s ass and he felt an uncontrollable urge--an urge to put his hands on Molene’s hips.
	So he did.
	Molene looked over her shoulder at him--but didn’t move or scratch his eyes out.  In fact, she moved her bare butt so as his cock was against it. Chet was stunned.  He didn’t do anything.  Molene looked back to him, he looked to her and still did nothing.
	Molene slightly shook her head, she reached her hand back and placed it between her legs.  She then closed her legs and moved back and forth along his prick.
	Inside the cabin, Rick was cumming off into Jane’s mouth.
	The girl retched and gagged and splurted the ooze back onto the boy’s dick.  She sat back on her knees spitting her mouth clean.  She stood and made her way to the sink for some drink of water.  She noted Molene’s head at the door crack.  She smiled and winked and went on.
	Rick masturbated, squeezed his balls and was awash in sexual fulfillment.  Joey and Connie sat on the mattresses with the blankets about them--watching.
	“I guess I should do that.” stated Molene standing up and turning to face Hard-on Chet.
	Chet gulped.  “D-do-do what?”
	He got a “you gotta be kidding” look from Molene.
	Surprisingly, she wrapped her fingers about his prong.
	‘Oh.’ sort of knowing what she was talking about.  Most anything that was on his mind was quickly obliterated by the girl’s touch.  He stared into her eyes.  The why and wherefore reasoning of why she was so complacent, why she was so willing, why she wasn’t absolutely freaking out was mystifying to say the least.  
	Why any of them weren’t upset more than they were he couldn‘t fathom; only Joey and Connie seemed more phased by the horrendous goings on than the others.  For himself and Rick he could sort of understand, they were boys.  The situation was perilous and not entirely good.  As for the girls, though; they should be frightened out of their wits, pissed off, or balling up in a baby formation (fetal) having fits.
	But they weren’t.
	‘Oh God!’ Chet cried out to himself.  Molene began “working” his organ, locking her dark eyes into his.  He could feel a slight surge in his balls, starting to surge at the base of his dick where Molene’s hand was.
	Molene’s free hand was--was--he dared to look, to look down.  He had seen movement--but his mind had been a little “pre-occupied” to pay much attention.  	 
	Molene’s free hand was rubbing its fingers up and down her vagina, her pussy.  This only caused poor Hard-on Chet to begin shooting a little cum.  One shot splashed against Molene’s trim flat belly.  The sunlight striking her made her skin golden, Chet was melting.
	Molene on her knees stared at the cum squirter.  She puresed her lips was hit on the forehead by a jutting gob of Chet’s cum.  She herself curiously wondered how the Abductor’s would know if they had completed the tasks assigned to them.  She had no idea.  None.  But she knew that they were serious and she did NOT wish to be returned to that tunnel-cave “and be sealed in.”
	Jane had sucked on Rick’s dick, Molene paused.  She shut her eyes and leaned in.
	Again, Hard-on Chet lost all thought…
	Methodically, instinctively, he rocked.  He brought his prick in and out of Molene’s tight mouth as she wrapped her lips about his pole and sucked.  It was beyond belief.  One of her hands cupped his barely-there hairy balls, the other caressed his bare ass.
	He was cumming.
	Gobs of his jiz were splashing into Molene’s mouth, down the back of her throat.  The sensation was sensational.  It didn’t last too long, though; he fired off one more round and felt a sudden “decline” in his orgasm.  He had the same feeling while humping his hand or his bed.
	What was it like? He wondered.  Rick had sucked one of the Abductor’s cock, Jane had sucked Rick, and Molene’s was servicing him.  What was the taste of dick?
	Molene sat back licking her lips.  Cum was still evident on her forehead and cheeks of her face.  She made no facial expressions explaining her distaste of cock and its goo.  

Bag Your Limit
	Watching someone else “perform” was enticing.
	Rick and Jane had seen Molene sucking on Chet.  It had helped Rick get stiff again.  (Little Joey was “stiff”, too, but his was concealed under the blankets he and Connie were under.)
	Molene and Chet re-entered the cabin, shutting its door.
	Molene and Jane exchanged glances, Chet and Rick exchanged looks, noting one another’s stiff puds.  The boys chewed thoughtfully on their lips, contemplating and trying to determine what to do nextly.
	The girls already knew.
	“girls suck the boys, each girl to each boy.”
	Both girls sighed and stood together.  Jane was more apprehensive about the task, Molene the same.  The boys were blank.  Rick still in his chair, Chet standing just a few feet into the cabin.
	Finally, Jane stepped forward and faced Chet.  Molene stepped to Rick and went to her knees.  The girls eyed up the boys’ cocks and contemplated their tasks.
	The boys still didn’t fully comprehend, but…
	Chet checked Jane.  He had always liked her but she didn’t like-like him--not in the manner of boyfriend-girlfriend.  There was the 2-yr age difference for one.  Like Molene, Jane had no fur or fuzz on her naked cunny.  She was a cute girl, though--especially butt bare assed naked.
	Jane eased to her knees, Molene was working Rick’s dick.
	Not a significant amount, not like the previous unloading, but enough to make Jane wince and retch just the same.  Spunk matter had splashed mostly inside her mouth, but as she had retched and gagged cum gobs had soiled her face, hair, and left ear.
	Molene didn’t retch and fully sucked Rick until he blasted his load completely inside her mouth.  Both boys had no more to give, not for a while anyways.  They had been sexually stirred by watching the other (girl) do the sucking deed.
	Afterwards they got a drink of water, noted the cans of food stacked on the counter, and waited.
	The afternoon was wiling away.  There was something lingering, something more to do.  It was on the minds of Chet, Rick, Molene and Jane.  They knew.  The girls EACH had to suck the BOYS each.  And in turn, the boys EACH had to lick/suck the girls EACH.  Thereafter, before the Abductors returned, full one-on-one sex.  And in that, too; the BOYS had to stick the girls, in where they peed or pooped from.  EACH!
	Despite being young, Joey and Connie understood.  They had been holding back.  They were not so up on the activity of sexual deeds, they had seen dogs hooked up and understood lightly about what their parents did.  Kissing and holding hands was the limit to understand what teenagers did.
	Jane and Molene sighed.  Joey.  They had to each one suck him.
	Joey knew it.  He was a little scared.  A little concerned.  Moral fibers were within him, he went to Sunday School, had good solid Christian parents, he knew some bad words (Shit, Piss, Hell, and Damn).  Bigger words he had heard but not too often.
	Jane and Molene came to the blanketed tyke.  They went to their knees and remained silent.  Chet and Rick stood by the table, masturbating, massaging their cock-sucked aching cocks.  Connie eyed the boys, then eyed the girls--then back to the masturbating boys.  The conceptual task that SHE, too, had to SUCK Chet and Rick was vague to her.
	Joey finally sighed.  He picked his nose and then his ear and stood up, the blanket that had been draped about him fell away.  He was nude and hard.  Both Molene and Jane grinned and then blushed.  Connie pulled her blanket around her a little tighter.  She was mere inches from Joey.
	Jane tugged lightly on Joey’s schlong and his dangling testicles.  She was a little worried, sucking on Rick and Chet was one thing, but Joey was a little boy, younger than she.  A moral fiber was twitching within her.
	Joey was somewhat enthused about the deed.  Having his balls fondle and his cock sucked was a new experience.  He kinda liked it.  He didn’t move back and forth but stood riveted to the floor watching Jane work her way up and down his four inch cock.
	She worked it.
	And worked it.
	And then worked it some more.
	She caressed his very smooth ass and sucked him whole, managing to engulf his tiny balls and suck.  Molene sitting right beside her looked on in some astonishment.  Naked Chet and Rick came over and flanked the girls, watching Jane work.  Connie still exhibited some fright, concern, and embarrassment.  She avoided looking at the boys’ nakedness, but DID watch Jane sucking.

	After a time the boy pulled back.  There was a “feeling” that tingled and seethed throughout his body.  He could deal with it partly, but other than that, enough was enough.
	Jane looked to Molene, “That stuff didn’t come out.”
	Molene didn’t know what to say.
	“I-I don’t think it comes out until you’re my age.” stated Rick.
	“Yeah, I-I didn’t start that stuff until just last year!” quipped Chet.
	“Oh.” said Jane.
	The girls looked to Connie.
	Connie’s eyes wildly flirted about, ‘No way.’ she knew.  She knew what was in store and what she was supposed to do.  But no way.  That was gross.  It was just too gross to go thru with.  No way.
	“If you don’t,” spoke up Rick, “we’re all gonna get it.”
	“Yeah, you heard what those two men said,” spoke up Molene, “we ALL have to do one another.”
	“If we don’t they’re going to spank us--”
	“And stuff us back inside that cave!”	chimed in Chet.
	Connie mulled it over.  The cave was a bad place.  Being spanked didn’t thrill her, either.  She mulled it over.  And over.  And then over some more before reluctantly leaning in and licking Joey’s dick head.
	It was a start.

	The “taste” of cock was not overly appealing to young Connie.  She engulfed the “whole thang” only after encouragement and insistence from Jane and Molene.  “You gotta suck it all!” insisted Jane.  
	Connie was a little distraught.  It wasn’t so much as the fact that the cock tasted “foul” in her mouth--it was just that there was “COCK” in her mouth!  She closed her eyes tight and engulfed the member wholly.  She spent just a couple of minutes before stopping and shaking her head, she was thru.
	Joey was--was--awed.  Speechless and mindless.
	For Connie, though, her task wasn’t finished.
	Rick and Chet stood, stroking their boners.
	Jane leaned in and whispered to Connie.
	Connie’s mouth dropped, her eyes widened in horror.  She looked to Chet, to Rick, back to Chet, back to Rick.  She licked her lips--not in anticipation.  She gulped and squeezed the life out of the blanket she had pulled to her.  Slowly she shook her head.  ‘no way.’  no friggin way!
	Yes way.
	Both Molene and Jane spent several minutes coaxing the young girl.  The warnings from the two men were re-issued to the frightened girl, “we’re in a bad situation and if we want to get out of it alive we’ve got to do what they tell us.” said Jane.
	Molene concurred.
	Connie bowed her head.  She couldn’t.  she just couldn’t. could she?

	She could.
	She was helped by Jane who directed her to suck on Rick.
	Rick did nothing but stand with his mighty erection at the ready.
	Chet’s bone got harder watching the blowjob in action.  He tried not to think of Connie, although that was damn difficult to do.  She was pretty, and pretty young.  A moral fiber in himself twitched.
	“Is it coming?” inquired Jane, so noting the look on Rick’s face, his butt cheeks flexing, biting his lips, clenching fist and rocking into Connie’s mouth.  He nodded his head that it was so.
	Connie pulled out and away.  No way was she going to let that “stuff” splash in (or even ON) her.  No way.
	Jean wrapped her mouth about Rick’s dick head and took the goo herself.  Rick pulled on his dick and squeezed it at the base and emptied himself one more time.
	Getting Connie to take her turn sucking Chet was a trick.  The young girl was frightened, horrified, and found the deed of cocksucking displeasing.
	But the fear of being spanked and stuffed back into the cave prompted her to “suck” one more time.  She wept and sobbed and almost wailed, but kissed Chet’s dick and then engulfed the head.
	Moments later she was sucking the whole of his prick, tossing her head side to side; retching and gagging as Chet’s dick was a scooch bigger than Rick’s.
	
	More drinks of water, hair fiddling, long bouts of silence.
	At length Chet and Rick looked to one another, 
	“We’re supposed to do the girls.”
	Jane and Molene looked to one another in mild astonishment.  Girls didn’t have dicks, so thought was required on the concept of “do what the girls do to you.”  “they suck you, you suck them.  Same place, same area.  Figure it out yourself!”
	Molene and Jane sat shoulder to shoulder.  Jane opened her legs some and peered down.  She never really paid much attention to her private area, she peed from there, she wiped it clean, and washed it--mostly done without even thinking about it!
	(same with taking a crap, you don’t really think about it, you just poop, wipe, and get the hell out!)
	Jane mulled.  Molene lightly fingered herself, her sex, thinking.
	The boys fondled themselves, sitting on the mattresses and blankets.
	The four looked to one another.  “I-I’m not exactly sure I know what we’re supposed to do, but…” Molene situated herself and laid out on the mattress and blankets.
	“How are they (the abductors) going to know if we did anything?”
	Chet shrugged as he looked at the lovely naked Jane.  She looked to one side where Molene had laid out.  Both boys, Chet and Rick, were getting stiff, again.  They stared at Molene’s nudity, mostly at her dainty naked pussy, ‘where she PEED from.’
	Chet leaned down.
	“You don’t’ gotta PEE now, do you?” he asked off the cuff.
	Molene giggled some, Jane giggled a lot.
	Chet went down and got an eyeful of the girl’s cunny.
	Lick-lick-lick
	It wasn’t so bad.  Kinda odd, an odd taste.  A little salty.
	Molene giggled some more and twisted her young nude body.  Chet placed his hands at the crease of her legs, helping to hold them open whilst he dined.
	Jane was all kinds of enthused and curious.
	So was Rick.
	So was Molene!
	Enthused by Molene’s herky-jerky movements Chet found himself enticed and began to nosh on Molene’s piss slit with some eagerness.  Which segued into passion and gusto.  Little Molene twisted and finally began to giggle so that she had to make Chet stop.
	He did.
	Chet didn’t get too much out of the deal, his cock was re-initialized into stiff mode and needed to be “relieved.”  tasting a girl’s pussy he could now say he had done.
	Jane was fidgety, it was her turn.  She was giddy and somewhat eager to be licked on; but still apprehensive and nervous.  It was that moral fiber twitching again.
	At length, though, she shrugged it off and laid beside Molene, knees up, legs open.  She stared up to the rafters, she could fill her heart beating and a strange feeling existed within her body as a whole.
	Rick was closest to her so he “went down on her”.  The rest watched.
	In awe.  In awesome awe.  Jane twitched as if she, too, were being tickled.  But she, too, like Molene, was a little concerned about the doings of being licked out.  It was strange, it was kinda gross, it was weird and definitely bizarre.
	Just a few minutes--and then Chet licked on her while Rick took his turn on Molene.
	It was still unknown how the abductors could tell if the kids had complied.  It was beyond their understanding so they did what they were supposed to do and let it be.
	Again, the girls had to talk at some length to convince Joey and Connie to join in.  Joey was just plain scared, Connie was a little more than that.  But compliance was not just necessary it was mandatory.  None of them wanted to be spanked or sealed up in the cave.
	So Connie and Joey participated in the “lickings.”

	To say the least--it was interesting.  Joey went down on Connie first, Chet and Rick followed in suit.  Joey tongued on Jane nextly and then Molene.  He kinda liked it.  It was different and not so much unlike licking ice cream.  Chet and Molene kinda akinned it that way, too--they kinda liked licking pussy--even to Connie as young as she was!
	Connie flipped about and giggled and was highly ticklish and not too keen on having her cunny touched let alone licked by a boy’s tongue!	 She wasn’t too overly keen with giving head jobs, either.
	But by the mid of the afternoon type time, all three boys had licked the pussy of all three girls.  All three girls had sucked the schlong of all three boys.
	It was time for another drink of water, a walk outside to pee and do a Number Two, a look around, a long-long listen.  There was still the notion of making a run for it.
	“But where?” followed by, “We don’t know where we are or where to go?”
	Molene made a good point, and it was so noted.  Chet thought of the bears, the bees, the snakes.  Those things wouldn’t be good to run into, and if they should run into those two men--that would be worse!
	“Sooooo, was there something-anything else we were supposed to do?” inquired Rick.  (knowing full well that there was--maybe.)
	The kids looked to one another trying to think of what the Abductors had said.  
	“We did stuff already.” said Rick.
	“There was something else.” stated Chet.
	“What?” asked Jane.
	Chet let it dwell on his mind, trying to conjure the manner in which to present it.  There was a proper way and an immoral way.  
	Molene looked to him.  She knew, too.  She pursed her lips and gave him a long-long look.  It made Chet nervous, uncomfortable and he looked to the floor.  The kids all sat similarly on their butts and their arms about their knees--deep in thought.
	“They want us to do it.”
	All eyes went to Molene.
	Chet let out his breath.
	He was a little vague on the concept of  “do it.”
	So was everyone else.
	They had the shared basic idea.  Implementing was the next trick.
	It was a sure bet little Connie wasn’t going to put up with any of it.
	“Sooooo, what do we do?” chirped Rick.
	No one spoke.  All was quiet and still.
	Molene sighed and stared at the floor, her fidgety-wiggly toes.  She tossed her head to clear loose strands of hair and then--
	Then?
	She laid down.  She laid out on one of the mattresses as if preparing herself to be licked out some more.  She lay straight, staring up to the rafters.  “You have to get on top of me.” she said.
	Chet and Rick looked to one another.  ‘Oh?’
	Rick nudged Chet.  Molene seemed to be “his” girl so he should go first.  (Rick didn’t mind sloppy seconds!)  Chet gulped and was nervous, sweating and mildly curious about what he was about to do.
	Slowly and on trembling weak arms and legs he turned to be on all fours and then come onto Molene.  She lay straight as a board, as was just as flat.  her skin was not lily white, like Jane’s, but kinda tan, almost golden in an odd way.  Chet straddled her and waited.  Molene rolled her eyes.  She scooted her body so as she was more under him and “in position.”
	After a moment or so and “nothing” Molene reached up and pulled him down onto her body.  His hardness rested on her pussy.  He locked his arms as she struggled dome under him, he pushed his body up from crushing her, save for his pelvic region.  Molene’s hands smoothed over his butt, her legs parted “automatically” and then began trying to guide Chet’s prong into her body.
	Penetration was not so easy as it would seem.
	Both realized the resistance wasn’t going well.  Neither knew why.  Molene did what she could to allow hornyboy better angle.  “It’s not in.” she proclaimed.  “It’s not GOING in.” shot back Chet.
	The boy finally began dragging his prick up and down her slicked cunny, determined to make entry, to find a way to--to--fuck?  It dawned on him.  Sex equaled fuck.  To fuck was to have sex.  What a dope!  He should have fingered that out already!
	There was strong resistance; she was tight and it just didn’t seem like his cock was capable of going into where she peed from.  Maybe she had to pee?
	Suddenly, though, Molene’s cunny was moist enough and seemed like it drew Chet’s prick straight in!  There was a slight momentary discomfort, a sharp damning pain that quickly gave way to pleasure.  Chet was “in”, Molene gripped his arms and clung to him as Chet began the act that was fucking.