August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 15
More is the Merrier!

More the Merrier!
	Six new people came to be.  Teenagers, save for one a ten year old boy.  All clothed.  All harrowed by their trek-experience; bewildered, too, to say the least.  By observance, Chet determined or partially understood what he and HIS group had endured.  He didn’t, though, no or understand the reasoning of it; the How, the Why, and by Whom.  
	The new group was just as confounded as the first group.  Whisked away from some place secure--a town carnival.  Despite the horrors of two town families being destroyed and a group of kids strangely “missing”; life went on.  Some town folk viewed that as callous--others saw it as a sign of the times and that life DID go on in spite of it.  And yet still others saw it as an opportunity!
	The new group comprised of four girls and two boys.  The boys were brothers.  The girls were friends.  Well, not exactly, there were two girls who were older and rivals, upperclass-girls, not overly friendly with the lower species.  
	Kristy and Stacie were friends and practically friends with everyone.  They were a charming thirteen years young and in the 7th grade.  Mandy and Clorece were not overly friendly, bitchy, and due to their being a year older and a class-grade above the afore mentioned Kristy-Stacie, they were snooty, snotty, and dominant.  They tried to be anyways.  They were in competition with one another over babysitting rights in the town, along with “events” at their shared school.  This also included heartthrob Lonnie Hargrove.  He was fourteen but shined for Stacie.  He was with his brother, Hank, who Lonnie had take to the town sponsored carnival.
	Chet saw two shadowy figures.  When looking directly at them, they were gone.  But if he looked away and tried to see them from a side view, they were there!  He didn’t understand it, but didn’t care.
	They were the same two from earlier; one taller, one shorter.  More clearer descriptions than that just couldn’t be made.  Besides, it was getting dark and others filled his mind.
	--like looking to the newest arrivals.
	The two older girls were very tired, as were they all but the two oldest ones seemed put off by being in such a predicament as they were in.  Having to “walk” such an enduring trek was another mark they did not care for.  Chet noted, there would be many “marks” they would not like due to come.
	In that, Chet got wood.  Quickly he imagined the four girls naked.  Teenage girls, they would be more developed.  In his mind he figured he and Rick (and Joey) would probably be screwing them.  That would be cool, Chet could live with that.
	Of course, on the other hand, there was those two boys.  Hank Chet could handle having sex with, but Lonnie?  Lonnie was fourteen.  He appeared a year or so young, boyish looks and charm, athletic in the field of hockey and soccer.  Blond hair styled with a great portion concealing the left side of his forehead and left eye.
	Mandy and Clorece.  They were not happy campers.  Neither could understand or comprehend even a little bit their situation.  None of them could.  It was too crazy and unbelievable.  The How, Why, and Who was as elusive to them as it was to others.
	Stacie was the cutest of the group, of the girls.  Light brown hair, frizzled ends, BIG flowing pony tail to the middle of her back.  All kinds of sunshiny persona.  Medium sized girlie breasts, small cantaloupes.  Bubbly personality and attitude.  She was a model, a teen model for a local magazine as well as a national one.  She had one commercial to her credit advertising perfume.
	Her best friend, Kristy, was a tomboy, very-very seldom was ever seen in a dress, even at a party.  Dresses just weren’t her thing.  Her breasts were a scad bit BIGGER than Stacie’s, but not by much.  Dark haired, green eyes, played baseball and was in facts a star pitcher.  She also ran track and did well in volley ball.  She was, too, a serious thorn in the side of arch rival Mandy.  Clorece, too, but Clorece was more tolerant and actually only went along with friend Mandy ‘cause they were in the same class and so on.

	After a momentary rest break, the youngest of the new group was called for.  None of the 2nd group could determine WHO had spoken, only by using Side Vision could Chet see, it was the Tall (Standing) Man, Voice Two, Mr. X, (Forrest Finch) making the call.
	Young Hank moved towards the Voice, Chet saw Mr. Y moving up close, he had something in his hand, like a cane, a stick, a metal stick.  
	“Take off your clothes.” said Mr. X.
	The boy had to hear the command again.
	“Take off your clothes, NOW!” and the stick Mr. Y was carrying touched Clorece’s ass.  She wore turquoise jeans that were so-so tight, she instantly screamed out in pain and fell to the ground.  It wasn’t her first time.  All of the Second Group had been introduced to the Pain Stick.  A new item introduced for Compliance issues.
	Now, though, the Commands were getting freaky.  Earlier the Second Group had been commanded to Be Quiet, No Running Off, Stay Together, Bend Over (preliminary stuff of fondling & groping) and the like to keep the Group together as a unit and March.
	Chet determined that, too, their minds had been effected.  He didn’t know how, but surmises as much.  He figured and assumed that it was with his group, as well.  Their minds had been effected to keep them from explaining to authorities later on about their adventure, where the “adventure” had happened and by whom.
	Out in the clearing by the cabin young Hank nervously stripped off his clothes.  Clorece struggled to her feet, brushing herself off.  She did not want that to happen again and most likely would be the most submissive member of that group.
	Lonnie was pissed.  He wanted to do something but was mentally and physically subdued.  And it was stressed to them that not following a command would result in one or all of them suffering.  And to stress the point adequately, Clorece once more fell to the ground wriggling and crying out in severe pain.  So much so that she peed herself.
	She was unable to re-stand and could only blubber on her hands and knees.
	“You made your point motherfucker!” bitched out loud Kristy.  In spite of the fact that Kristy had no love for Clorece, she wished the girl no ill will.  And especially torture!
	The cattle prod wavered in front of Kristy.  She saw the man’s eyes, he was serious, he was cold, callus and serious.  The trigger to the device was activated and sparked.  Its brilliant electrical arch exploded in the darkening of the day.  “Fuck with me not.” the man said.
	Kristy nodded her head.
	Hank completed undressing.  An average kid, for ten.  Sandy brown hair, just a little smaller in general size all around but okay.  He was scared but otherwise handling the situation a little better than the others.  (than ALL the others.)
	The girls for the most part tried not to look at the nude boy.  Tried not to.  But partially on their own and partially Willed unto them, they DID gaze upon the boy.  
	The teen boy, Lonnie, looked to the cabin and seemingly directly at the nude Chet sitting on the dirt level porch.  Then, it was like the boy in question had suddenly “disappeared!”  Lonnie looked and looked, seeking him out as if he had suddenly magically vanished.  Kristy and Stacie had been looking too, but surmised that it had been the coming shadows that had created the “illusion” of another.
	Chet wondered what the fuck their problem was.
	The newest members moved up closer to the cabin.  There was daylight, just darkening in the area due to the depleting light; the surrounding tall pines made evening & darkness much earlier than anywhere else.  It was just right in coolness.
	“Take off her clothes.” came a commanding voice.  Chet heard it, they ALL heard it.  The members of Group Two just didn’t believe it.  The sound of the arching electrified cattle prod sent the young boy Hank to face teenage girl Kristy.  He was shorter than she, but wore a simple and easy to remove sweat shirt with the number 8 emblazoned on the front, Eureka Lions along the sides, her name on the back, Kristy Jonsen.
	The boy stared wide eyed as he removed the garment and dropped it.  Kristy’s twins were nice.  Concealed in a soft cottony beige bra.  Kristy was commanded to “release” her bra and she did so.  Not too willingly, but she did not want anyone to suffer for her refusal.  She clenched up tight her body and damned whoever was commanding her.
	Hank stared at the bare naked ladies, his young penis that had been shriveled in fear tucked between his legs now sprouted outwardly so.  Despite the fading of the day, his nudity was well seen by all.

	Where her shoes were she didn’t know.  When they had been removed she didn’t know, either.  Looking around to the others it was so noted that NO ONE had any shoes.  She tried to think.  It was hard.  Her mind was muddled and nothing, nothing made sense.
	Her last recollection that WAS clear was being at the carnival with her friends.  Something about going for a hotdog, meeting Lonnie and Hank, Mandy and Clorece following Lonnie and a “cat-fight” between them all and--and--and…
	???
	Then something about being inside of something, a moving something.
	Like a van?
	Yes!  A van.  A dark dank van, smelly interior like grease and oil and just general mustiness of unpleasant odors.
	Could you see?
	No.  
	Where you blindfolded?
	I-I guess so.
	Blindfolded and bound hand and foot.
	Blindfolded--bound hand and foot, for how long?
	Don’t know.  A while.  A long while.  Traveling--
	Highway?
	Yes, highway, for a while, then--a dirt road--sure of it, a dirt road.
	Up a hill, down a hill, over a cattle guard and thru a creek.
	Then there was a long walk--in daylight, sunshine bright.  Up along the side of a rocky hill.
	Blindfolded, bound hand and foot still?
	No, no blindfold, hands and feet free to move about.
	Why didn’t you run, or draw attention?
	No where to run, couldn’t run, didn’t see anyone.
	There was a valley, a deep valley of rocks, boulders, a river and trees.  Lots and lots of trees.  A hill on the far side, the sun was there, setting low.  It was hot on the bare side of the hill, or mountain.  They walked over an hour before returning to the sun filtering trees.  They got a rest, a drink of water, and then were off walking again.
	No one made a fuss.  
	Kristy recalled being fondled.  Someone “touched” her inappropriately, in the van the first time--when her hands were being tied behind her; someone put their hands between her legs and “squeezed.”  then her breasts were fondled.
	She didn’t know about the others.
	For a time she had her head down on Mandy’s ass, then on Lonnie’s groin area.  When the van-vehicle turned onto the dirt road she was bounced around too much and had to sit up and brace against the wall of the van to keep from getting jostled so much.  
	Hank was lowering her jeans.  She was a bit embarrassed, a bit afraid, too.  She didn’t understand in the least what was going on.  It was crazy!  She did understand, though--if she didn’t do what was told, if she didn’t let Lonnie’s brother take her clothes off, Clorece would suffer.
	If it was MANDY who would suffer from the cattle prod Kristy wouldn’t care.  Naw, she would.  She didn’t like Mandy but wouldn’t want to see her being hurt.  Not with a cattle prod anyways.
	Hank sighed deeply and then began the task of lowering Kristy’s panties.  He had an equal eye view, being on his knees--staring right at Kristy’s crotch.  It was still just light enough to see details, contours of Kristy’s pussy, the “bulge” and everything.  Kristy wore yellow undies, bikini style.
	Mandy and Clorece stared in absolute horror and awe.
	Stacie was none too thrill herself.
	Lonnie looked in an absolute amazement.
	Hank looked on in--mixed emotions; joy and disdain.

	Kristy stepped out of her clothes.  Naked Hank collected them and brought them to the edge of the woods, when he returned to the group, his task was to undress Clorece.
	This went easier than expected with much more calmness.  Beside Clorece was her friend, Mandy--who looked upon the deed Hank was doing with severe disapproval, almost snorting if she could--and daring it to happen to her!
	It DID happen to her, but not by Hank.
	Lonnie.
	Lonnie hesitated, but the cattle prod activating behind him prompted him into the deed.  Chet watching from the flat porch was amused, if not hard up about.  He knew (he hoped) that at some time he would be screwing the girls.  He didn’t care about sinking his bone into the boys, or they into him!
	Clorece trembled and held her breath while she was stripped down.  She clenched her fist and stared off into the forest.  Lonnie tried to blank his mind out and not think of Clorece as he stripped her down.  
	‘Virgin?’
	To be sure.  
	‘Avid wanker?’
	To be sure again.  
	He was an average typical boy, teenage boy.  Jerking off on almost a daily basis was a normal thing to do.  Thinking about scoring with every girl in your class, virtually every girl in your family (including sisters & mother, aunt, and especially cousins!) was normal.
	Lonnie had no desires for children, boys or girls.  He wasn’t a bed humper, but jerked his organ in the shower or ON his bed.  He had no curiosity about what it would be like to be scrogged up the ass, or even to scrog a GIRL in the ass.
	He desired to get a blow job, was a little vague on what exactly that entailed.  He seriously desired to FUCK a girl, he was a little vague on that, too.  
	Everyone heard him decree that he was a virgin.  Everyone heard him detail that he jerked off on almost a daily basis and that he DID desire to have sex with every girl he knew.
	The rest was private.
	Clorece’s undies were off, Lonnie sniffed them then collected her clothes and took them to where Kristy’s clothes lay.  He had gotten a nice beaver shot of Clorece, she had pissed herself earlier so she had a bit of a pissy musty smell.  An up close and personal view of the girl’s cunny was incredible.  
	He drank in every nuance of Clorece’s cunny, it was delightful, she was a virgin--well, as far as he could tell.  He didn’t about such intricate things as “pouting lips” and the like.  When his hands had come to the taking down of her panties, his hands smoothed down the cleft of her ass cheeks--it sent him--it really sent him!
	His cock was raging hard and remained so from the trek to the edge of the woods and back.  It was Kristy who got the task of undressing Lonnie, much to the ire of Mandy who would have cherished the deed.
	When Kristy tugged Lonnie’s pants down, his rock hard penis plopped out thru the slit of his green boxers.  She eyed it.  (she didn’t have a choice)  she was at first shocked and reared back.
	“Play with it.” came a voice aloud.
	Everyone stared in awe--including and especially Kristy.
	She gulped and stared at the wavering cock, mouth open wide, eyes even wider.
	‘First time seeing a boy’s cock?’
	No.
	‘Ever SUCK a boy’s cock?’
	“NO!” she shouted back aloud.  Oopsy!
	‘Do you WANT to?’
	No.  a little more calmer she replied via the Mind Link to Forrest.
	The thought of “giving head” was appalling.  Taking dick up the ass was disgusting.  Letting a boy “pee” or “cum” on her body was revolting.  She was not, though, opposed to having sex.  She just wasn’t ready, she tingled and was curious, but she was merely 13 and not ready.
	She did masturbate.  A lot.  She used her fingers, wash rag (while in he shower) and various vegetables.  Only a few boys she was interested in, just a few.  
	She had seen boys naked.  Little boys mostly.  Mostly.  At summer camp she and some other girls had sneaked across a lake and spied on some boys showering, masturbating, etc.
	The air about them all intensified.  It was getting darker and cooler.  A command was spoken, and had to be re-spoken.  It wasn’t that Kristy was really all that opposed to “sucking” a cock, Lonnie’s cock, it was just that she didn’t want to do so with everyone watching.
	But the pressure to comply prompted her to “suck it in” and engulf the prick before her.  It was a little different to say, her lips pressed around his bulbous knob and she ran her tongue about the sensitive edge.  
	Lonnie reeled.  His ass cheeks flexed, his toes curled, his balls surged.
	Watching in high awe and some disdain was Mandy, who wouldn’t care if anyone watched, SHE wanted to be the one sucking Lonnie!  She festered in anger and fumed.  Kristy devoured Lonnie’s cock and sucked him wholly.
	When it came close to the point of Lonnie ejaculating, Kristy was halted from continuing in her efforts.  Cocksucking was not her forte,	she didn’t really like it or dislike; it wasn’t as disgusting as she thought it would be.  It was different to be sure.  It reminded her of sucking--er, eating string cheese, Jack cheese to be exact.  She supposed it was just the very idea of sucking a guy’s bone.
	Much to Mandy’s despisal, young Hank had the assigned task of removing Mandy’s clothes.  She wasn’t happy about it in the least; she would have preferred Lonnie!  She fumed more and more, staring out into the woods, casting disparaging looks to the nude Lonnie and Kristy.
	Hank didn’t care and wasn’t aware, stripping down a girl was “stripping down a girl!”  Mandy was just year older than Kristy and Stacie, she was just as nice.  Her breasts hung down like in a ski-slope manner, perfectly.  A trim-trim body, one scar on her side where she had had an appendix operation the previous year.  Good skin tone, soft and alluring.  She was just a hard girl, not overly friendly--especially to anyone younger than she.  
	She was in almost direct competition with Kristy and Stacie for babysitting rights in their town, but Mandy wasn’t overly into the deed, babysitting duties was “beneath” her but she only vied for the duty when it involved the prominent members of their church or town government.
	Mandy was an opportunist.  She was into fashions and trends, music, and boys.  She was into parties and school functions & activities.  She was not into sports whatsoever, she sucked at it basically and was clumsy, uncoordinated.  She played on the school volleyball team, but only by decree from PE coaches and her parents.
	‘On your knees.’
	The command filled her.  The concept was elusive.  It had to be spoken to her again; when she heard the cattle prod arch she finally eased to her knees.  Before her stood a naked Hank with a boner.
	“Oh my God!”  she blurted aloud.  She knew what was up.  She knew.

	Mandy didn’t care at all for the sucking on Lonnie’s little brother.  She cared less when the young pre-teen spilled some goo juice.  It was a one-shot quickie and sprang forth from his young tallywhacker before he knew it.
	Mandy retched and gagged and very nearly vomited.
	Clorece sucked on Lonnie.  
	Stacie sucked Lonnie and brought him to orgasm.  She was a virgin, only friggin’ herself now and then in private.  She had mild curious sexual thoughts to know what it would be like to get it on with a guy, as well as with a girl!  She wanted Kristy to lick her pussy and suck her titties!
	Like Kristy, she had seen little boys nude and even little boys with boners, but teen boys their age or there’bouts was nearly nil.  Nearly.  She, like Kristy, had spied on boys in the woods and their image filled her.
	Mandy finally got to suck on Lonnie’s cock, this after placing her face up into Kristy’s ass crack and licking out her crack AND hole!  Hank licked on Mandy’s crack during this time.  Stacie lay on the ground masturbating while Clorece sat on her face.
	At length, Hank and Lonnie stood side by side, Kristy worked Lonnie’s cock, fondling his balls and getting him stiff (again).  She then stood and hugged him.  Lonnie, in turn, hugged her, fondled her ass with his cock angled downward against her cunny.  They then kissed.
	Mandy was furious.
	Again, Mandy sucked on Hank’s prong, hugged him and the boy had the lovely task of sucking on her breasts.  She then turned about and Hank tongued her crack and hole, then introduced his hardness to her asshole for penetration albeit sodomy.
	Mandy was not amused.
	Neither she or Hank could cease and or desist from the action, Hank wasn’t all that ready to do so anyways, but Mandy didn’t care to be butt fucked--not in the least.  But, she DID understand there were “other” forces at work, and there was the ever present electrified cattle prod which was actually (as it turns out) an elephant prod--more potent and the end probes were a different set up.
	Hank once more delivered a quick stream of boy juice.
	Kristy was on her knees and hands beside Mandy, receiving Lonnie’s cock in her ass.  Mandy was still pissed about it, but wasn’t too keen on being fucked in the ass no matter who it was.  That was just gross!
	Hank took a break, his little dinkus needed it.  Stacie worked it, fondling his balls, sucking his balls, kissing him, caressing his smooth lily white hairless chest, and masturbating him.  He in turn suckled her breasts, fingered her pussy, and watched as brother Lonnie sodomized Clorece.
	Mid way thru, Mandy was put to lay under her best friend, in a 69er.  None of the Second Group was aware of this “position.”  Mandy scooted up to where she had her nose to Clorece’s furry poon, her eyes to Lonnie’s slapping balls.  She had a direct eye-view of a cock slamming into a girl’s cunt.  Clorece began licking Mandy’s cunt.
	Mandy had to assume that Clorece was doing so under duress.  She assumed.  She understood in part that they ALL were doing the horrendous things under duress, dire duress.  They were mentally being manipulated, and physically coerced.  She spread her legs and Clorece tantalized her.
	When Lonnie finally unloaded his wang, and subsequently finally pulled out, Mandy had the horrible task of cleaning Clorece’s steaming gooied hole.  She had been mesmerized by the pumping action, watching Lonnie’s bone surge, slamming into Clorece’s tight virgin stink hole.  She knew he had cum, the motion lotion spilled out along the boy’s cock and dripped onto Mandy’s forehead.
	Lonnie pulled free of the tight pleasing hole and finished ejaculating (money shot) onto Clorece’s flesh, dribbling the rest of his goo onto Mandy’s face.
	Meanwhile, Kristy and Stacie 69 while young Hank plunged into Kristy’s asshole--as she was on top.  Stacie, underneath, sucked on Hank’s balls.  She, too, licked Kristy’s asshole clean after the boy had amazingly shot another load of boy spunk.
	Before the darkness lay still on the clearing of the cabin, Mandy lay on her back, still; her pussy in a furor, Kristy and Clorece holding her legs back while Lonnie and Hank sodomized her.  Both boys had a tough time getting erections, they were already worn out.  
	Stacie lay nearby, friggin her snatch and then giving herself a spanking.  At length she had to pee and did so while on her hands and knees, legs (knees) spread far apart so as the boys had an ample view of her cunt peeing.
	Mandy’s eyes rolled as Lonnie’s teen prick pricked her.  Butt fucking was gross, it was disgusting and not all pleasurable.  She couldn’t help but clench her hole tight as well as the whole of her body.  She didn’t care at all for the act.  Lonnie couldn’t get in.
	The use of a stick came to be, and then the blunt end of a small diameter flashlight, “C” cell.  Mandy clenched the ground and reeled as she was relentlessly reamed out.  “Oh God!” she cried, repeatedly.  There was to be no use of “lard” here…
	“Take his cock, or I’ll start ramming a tree trunk in your ass!” spoke a harsh voice.  Chet, still sitting on the porch unobserved, couldn’t tell who had spoken, but surmised it to be the more violent of the two, the shorter one.
	Mandy began to weep.  She sobbed and begged, pleaded and became very emotional.  Her loss of control put Lonnie and Hank off, they no longer had the umph to butt fuck.
	So the boys went to the cabin.  Stacie and Kristy with Clorece went to the cabin.  Darkness was coming on stronger, it was getting cooler, too.  Chet finally “appeared” to them.  The fiver newcomers were shocked; not too badly, though; but clearly awed/shocked by his presence.
	Inside the cabin was more surprises.
	
A Cock in the Hand Beats Two in a Bush!
	Kristy and Stacie stared all around at the First Group.  It was one thing for the outlandish ordeal to be done unto the likes of themselves, but there were kids in the cabin!  Naked kids!  Kristy knew that they had probably been forced into strange sexual depravity, too.  She just knew it.
	Hank was embarrassed; to be naked before the First Group.  Little kids.  He tried to cover his nakedness, but a voice told him not to.  It wasn’t right to be naked with kids so young, but then again…
	Mixed emotions.  Embarrassment.  Confusion.  Each member of the Second Group went thru the stages.  They were at length told to find a bed, sit, and be quiet.  The members of the First Group said nothing and didn’t move much, either.  All was quiet and still.
	Clorece looked around and noted that someone was missing.
	Mandy!
	She panicked and grew frightened.
	“Where’s Mandy!?” she asked frantically.
	“Don’t worry about her.” said a voice, Mr. X.
	“What are you going to do to her?” continued Clorece.
	Out of the corner of his eye, Chet got a glancing view of Mr. X, the tall one.  He knelt down before the frightened pissed off Clorece with the smoldering sphincter.  “Don’t worry about her, no more.”
	This didn’t help.  Clorece was now more worried than before.  
	“I tell you what, though;” said Mr. X, “you promise to behave, to mind me and my partner, and do everything--EVERYTHING we tell you to do without question or hesitation--and I’ll bring her in safe and sound.
	“Deal?”
	Clorece gulped and nodded.
	“But that has to be agreed upon by all of you.” he amended looking to the other four of the Group Two.  “Piss me off in any way, and she suffers.  Disobey our commands at any time, attempt to run away, make a fuss, cause a commotion or a scene…” and he left it at that.
	The cabin door was open a crack and outside someone was getting a bare ass spanking.  There were no screams, no beggings or pleadings.  It was like beating a dead horse.	
	Clorece looked up to Mr. X, pleadingly.
	“Please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your bitch, anything.”
	Mr. X ran a hand thru her hair and smiled.  He looked to the boys, Kristy and Stacie.  They all nodded, they would be his “bitch.”  he stepped out of the cabin, shutting the door behind him.

	No one moved.  No one spoke.  Only the light from the iron stove there was to see by.  There was weeping, sobbing, and etc from mostly the members of the Second Group.  The members of the First Group had been thru the ordeal already.  Someone farted.
	The door of the cabin finally opened, flashlights darted in and fell on the sullen faces of the two groups.  Mandy came crawling in on her hands and knees.  She was covered in dirt and tears.  Her backside and ass had been beaten by a belt, hand, and switch.  A thin layer of blood to her thighs and ass and backside.  She was mindless and lay on the bare mattresses so.  Clorece fell along with her, immediately wiping her down with a handy blanket.
	“No one defies us.” spoke Mr. X.  “No one.”
	“It’s not a good idea.” said Mr. Y wiping his brow.  He was naked, cum dripped from his cock.  He got a drink of water from the sink pump, scratched his ass and turned about leaning against the counter.
	“You will ALL do as you are told, by myself or by my partner,” continued Mr. X, “there will be no uprisings, no hesitations, no escapes.”
	“Compliance is not only necessary, it is mandatory.”
	“In the end, and there is an end, you will get to leave.”
	“But piss us off in anyway, and you wont.”
	“You will be buried out here--”
	“Or cut up into little pieces and fed to the stove.”
	“Or tied to a tree and let the bears and bees have ya.”
	It was well enough understood that the two asshole tormenting bastard sons-a-bitching Abductors meant business.  There would be no crossing them, no upsetting them, no nothing but compliance.  Each member of the second group nodded their heads in agreement.  They didn’t want to, but it was better than being dragged out into the woods and beaten.
Close Scrutiny
	It was only the beginning.  There were no introductions, the two groups eyed one another but nothing was said.  Clorece and Kristy wiped Mandy’s well beaten/lashed backside focusing their attention on their duty and not to anyone else.
	No more decrees were made.
	“Come here.” spoke the Tall One, Mr. X.  The command was directed to Stacie.  She whimpered and felt horrible; reluctantly, though, she complied.  She tried concealing her nudity, but was told via a strong serious head shake not to.  She whimpered more and stood before the tall man with her hands to her sides.  
	“You like her ass?” said the shorter man, Mr. Y.
	Lonnie grew instantly embarrassed and didn’t want to answer.  His cock was at half mast, it was sore and ached and dripped a little spunk.  Nervously he licked his lips and shook his head, No.
	“No?” quipped Mr. Y curiously.  “This is a great looking ass?” he sneered.  He leaned to one side and patted the ass.  Stacie began to sob and weep so, grit her teeth and yea her entire nude body.  She was well tan, small cantaloupe sized breasts, a very trim body well taken care of.  She stared at the chest of Mr. X while Mr. Y patted her ass, pulled her cheeks open, and beckoned Lonnie over.
	On his knees the handsome cute nude teen boy did so.
	He came right up to Stacie’s lovely-lovely ass.  Her cheeks were pulled apart and she was bent over some, revealing the center of attention, her asshole.  “You fucking telling me that this is NOT a great looking ass?”
	Lonnie gulped, sweated, and had a boner going.  He didn’t know what to say or do.  Finally he did manage to blurt, correcting his earlier pronouncement about the ass, “It is, it’s a great ass.”
	“Would you like to KISS this great ass?”
	Lonnie gulped again, his blue eyes widening.  As darkness had descended upon them, and the light forthwith from the iron was severely lacking in providing ample light so as to see narly details, a small lantern was put to life.  The one window above the sink was covered, the crack space ‘neath the one door was stuffed, too, with a rag.  No light whatsoever escaped.  Only a bit of smoke from the stove pipe.
	Lonnie at first shook his head in the negative.
	“If it’s a great ass, you should kiss it.” sneered sarcastically Mr. Y.
	Lonnie was in a pickle.  He didn’t know what to do.  He gulped that Mr. Y’s statement was true, then got the head nod, “Well?” Lonnie knew, he knew what was expected.  He hesitated a moment, closed his eyes, let out a sigh, then leaned in and brushed his lips to Stacie’s ass.
	“Excellent!” cried out Mr. Y.  he pulled the girl’s cheeks more, “Now how about that asshole?” then, “It’s a nice looking hole, hmmm?”  Lonnie gulped more as he stared at Stacie’s poop chute.  It was a stink hole, a dirt chute, a place on the body very seldom thought of.  He liked the “whole” of a girl’s ass, but to actually consider her assHOLE was another matter.
	He had never heard a girl fart, not a girl like Stacie, or any girl his age for that matter.  Little girls he had heard fart, but not older ones.  He began to shake and tremble.  Stacie’s asshole puckered, it clenched and he was strongly encouraged to “lick it.”
	So he did.
	“Excellent!”

Down to the Nitty & Gritty
	Stacie’s hand worked up and down the man’s cock.  She was out of her mind; she had seen minor glimpses of her dad naked, an older brother no longer in the house (away at college) and young boys.  She had NEVER fondled a cock.  She had never been fondled herself, unless it was she herself doing the fondling.
	She knew very well the complexities of what was happening, the horror of it and all the intricacies thereof.  It was still a bitch for a young girl to deal with, though.  In her mind she drew composure.  She didn’t like what was happening, not at all.  The violations sexual and otherwise, the kidnapping, the mind manipulation, the threats and decrees, Stacie understood and decreed to herself to simply “deal with it.”
	So she gripped the man’s cock and made him harder.  The man himself ran his fingers roaming about her body, mostly her vagina and then to her breasts.
	‘To your knees.’ came an invading command.  Stacie stood a moment, behind someone stood, she believed it to be Lonnie, rubbing his cock up and down her crack, poking her asshole.
	Tremblingly Stacie lowered herself to her knees.  Before her face Mr. X’s cock wavered.  It bobbed like a fishing bobber, pulsed and awaited her mouth.  On the tip there was a glistening.  Stacie was only mildly aware of what that was or meant.  
	Into her mouth the cock came, just the head.  In her mind were detailed commands about “how to give head.”  her eyes fluttered, she was repulsed by the intrusion, it was beyond gross.
	Somehow she maintained her self imposed composure and engulfed the whole of the cock head, then began dancing her tongue over the sensitive crown, running her tongue around and around and around the cock head until there was slight pressure from the man’s hand on the back of her head, guiding her down the long hot member.
	Behind her, Lonnie guided his long hot member into Stacie’s asshole.

	Mr. X didn’t cum off into Stacie’s mouth, though.  He humped her face, her nose, and throat.  She sucked on his balls and shaft and Lonnie creamed her asshole.  
	Stacie showed signs of hurling.  Her retching, flush face, and so on gave way to someone who was on the verge to barfing.  Not wanting to be upchucked on Mr. X pushed her aside.
	“She doesn’t like the taste of cock!” chided Mr. Y.
	There seemed to be a look of disdain on Lonnie’s face, as well as other mixed emotions.  The boy was caught staring at Mr. X’s cock.  Mr. X & Y stared at him, smiling.  Stacie was leaned over heaving and indeed hurling.
	‘On your knees, sweetie.’ 
	Lonnie was greatly offended.  He knew what was up and he didn’t want to.  Seriously didn’t want to.  He wasn’t gay!  It was one thing to plunge his prick and tongue into a dirt hole, but there was no way--just no way to suck a cock!  (especially a MAN cock!)
	But--the image of Mandy’s beaten body prompted him to comply.  He figured that either he himself or one of the others would be taken out and beaten.  He couldn’t handle that, if it was someone else stricken due to his refusal; non-compliance.
	The hot cock in his mouth was appalling.  There were other words, many other words, to describe the distaste of the cock in his mouth, his stomach churned and he felt ill.  He retched and gagged and couldn’t believe what was happening.  The whole cock filled his mouth and then…
	Something was happening behind him.

	The intrusion into his virgin shitter was beyond belief.  Like Mandy had done outside, Lonnie tried desperately to clench his hole tight to keep the invading schlong out.  Behind me Mr. Y was entering.
	It was double penetration, double the horror, double the embarrassment.  Both his virgin mouth and virgin asshole were deeply assaulted and filled with cock meat, and then with cum.  The man fucking his ass “reached” around occasionally during the rape and fondled his cock and squeezed his balls.
	When Mr. X came off (at last) in his mouth Lonnie sputtered and spat out most of the goo.  The man’s whose cock had filled his mouth stooped down, “Now you listen to me,” the man said gruffly, “piss me off in any way, fuck with me just one time, disobey me or my partner, and you will regret it.” 
	Lonnie was certain of that.
	He continued, “Piss me off for any offense and you’ll suck dick again, AFTER it’s been up an asshole!”
	That very thought made Lonnie ill.

	Hank was next.
	Kristy and Clorece followed.  Mandy went last.
	Each New Member sucked their Abductors, their balls and all.
	From sucking to being fucked in the ass.  
	There was a round of spanking, too; the boys were spanked by the girls, the girls spanked by the boys.  Lonnie and Hank entered the girls’ assholes, fucking them as hard as they could before they were allowed to rest for the rest of the night.	

Hole Math
	It was a long night.  Lots of sobbing.  Lots of restlessness.  More sobbing.  Only a few members of the First Group slept, Chet slept off and on, awakening whenever there was a noise stirring.  It was a long night.
	Maybe the morning would be better.  Maybe.
	Maybe but not likely.

	It was still difficult to fathom:  being kidnapped, thrust into some bizarre sexual depravity, then thrust into a hellish ordeal beyond belief.  Mandy remained quiet, she looked around and that was it, she saw people but other than that didn’t really acknowledge them.  Clorece, too, was quiet and reserved.  What had happened to those other families, what had happened to other families across the nation surely couldn’t happen to her.
	But it had.  Dramatically.  
	The others, too, had reservations about their fate.  They each gave up trying to understand what had happened or why or how.  It was like a dream, a bad dream.  A really kick ass bad dream.
	There was no escape.  From the dream or from the hell they were in.
	There was no understanding it, either.
	The two men, the Abductors, X & Y were clothed.  They addressed the group, as a whole.  Same stuff, same warnings and decrees.  
	“We’ll be close by, do not make any foolish attempts at leaving the cabin area.” said a more calmly Mr. X.  
	“There are bears and bees, snakes and traps--”
	“You’re in unfamiliar territory and it’s dangerous.”
	“If we return and even ONE of you is missing--”
	The familiar hand smacking came and startled everyone.
	The point was made.  Mandy sat still occupying a corner of the cabin with a blanket wrapped about her.  Everyone remembered the beating, Rick tensed up as he remembered his, too.
	“Before we return,” added Mr. X, “there’s some things you will have completed.”  the two groups were all attentive.
	“For the boys, you will fill every hole.”
	“How many holes is that?” chided Mr. Y.
	A long silence as no one knew exactly what he was talking about.
	Then, “Twenty-one.” said Hank.  Everyone looked to him.  How’d he come up with that number?
	“Seven girls, three--three places to do them.”
	Some of the group still didn’t get it.
	Kristy got it, she pursed her lips and gulped.  ’Oh sweet Jesus!’ she said to herself.  Cloerce got it, too.  So did Molene.  The others were kinda not so clued in.  huh?
	“That would be a subtotal.” commented Mr. Y.
	Mr. X was smiling and nodding, he looked to young Mr. Hank, “For a grand total there will be thirty-one.”
	Hank was seen to be thinking, rolling his eyes trying to determine the extra ten “holes.”  he looked to his group members, both groups.  Then his eyes widened.  Oh.
	He got it.
	He was the only one.
	The Alphabet Duo nodded and left the cabin, allowing young Hank to make the explanation.
	For a while, nothing.  No one stirred.  Slowly the members of the First Group moved out of the cabin.  None of them spoke, there was nothing to say.  
	“They aren’t taking it well.” Molene finally said to Chet.
	“Naw, sure aint.”
	There was stuff they wanted to say, there was stuff on their minds, mostly about the harsh beating Mandy had received.  That had been uncalled for.  So had the beating done unto Rick.  Then all the other stuff; like the rapes and sodomy and force oral copulation and then forced to do sex acts on each other.
	Lonnie came out, slowly, looking and looking for confused.
	He looked to Chet, Molene, the others.  One by one.  Partially he was aware of their blatant nudity, partially he was oblivious to it.  He tried to avert his eyes from the young girls, and wasn’t so keen on the boys, either.
	“You might as well get used to it.” Chet smirked.
	That was going to be tough to do.  Lonnie raised eyebrows, “How long have you been here?”
	Chet really wasn’t too sure, when you’re in Hell, time is kinda meaningless.  “A few days, maybe a couple days.”
	“Two days.” Molene said, but she wasn’t so sure herself.
	“Do you know where we are?”
	“Nope.”
	“Who are those guys?”
	“Don’t know!” chirped Chet.  Next stupid question…
	“You just have to get used to it, that’s all.” said Jane.
	Lonnie looked puzzled, this was whacked!
	“You all just let them--”
	“NO!  HELL NO!” bitched quickly butting in Rick, “We don’t let them do SHIT, but we have to.” and he stalked away very pissed off.
	“Sorry,” Lonnie chimed, “it’s just--”
	“I know,” said Molene, “but you have to adjust, just get along and do what they want, and everything will be okay.”
	“What happens if we don’t?” asked Hank coming out to join in.
	Silence.
	“Well, you saw what happened to your friend.  It happened to him, too.” Molene told them.
	“Just comply with their wishes and everything will be cool.” she added.
	Lonnie shook his head, that was going to be tough.
Fuck Me Suck Me Make Me Write Bad Checks!
	Mid morning came and went and no hanky-panky had taken place.  Kristy and Stacie came out to see the cabin in the light of day.  They had questions, too.  They searched for their clothes and was mildly embarrassed about being naked in front of everyone, especially the boys.  Clorece and Mandy finally emerged at almost noon.
	The First Group informed the Second Group the warnings, about the bears, the bees, the snakes.  None of them knew where they were so “running for help” was kinda moot.  And if they SHOULD run, there was the likely possibility of running into the Abductors.  And that wouldn’t be good.
	The members of the Second Group understood, they mulled it over, thought it through, and concurred that “running off’ was not a good idea.  Nor was “fighting” back.  Lonnie and Kristy concluded that somehow they were being manipulated via their minds.  It wasn’t clear as to How, but surely they were.
	“But why, then,” asked Kristy, “they cattle prod, all the rough stuff?”
	“Gets them off, I suppose.” replied Lonnie.
	Kristy didn’t like that but accepted it.
	They all accepted it.
	More silence.
	They listened to nature instead.  Chet opened up some cans of fruit and passed them around.  He handed a can to Mandy and noted her eyes glancing at his naked pecker.  She quickly diverted her attention to the can, tightening her neck muscles, her backside, ass, and thighs still stung from the harsh beating hours earlier.
	“Soooooo, what are supposed to do now?” inquired Lonnie.
	Chet sighed, he looked to Molene who wrinkled her nose, brushed back some hair and tried to explain--but her explanation got stuck and Chet spoke up.
	“We have to bone the girls.”
	Lonnie looked shocked.  He needed clarity.
	“All of us guys have to put it to the girls.  All three of their holes.”
	Lonnie was still shocked.  Hank was--bemused.  
	Lonnie looked around with a curious look etched on his face.
	“But-but they aren’t here.” he stated matter-of-factly.
	“Nope.”
	“Sooooo, why do we gotta do that what you said if they aren’t here to see it?”
	Chet shrugged, “Fuck if I know, we just do.”
	“And they can tell if we didn’t.” added Molene.
	“How?” 
	“Fuck if I know.” replied Molene almost sarcastically imitating Chet.
	Lonnie continued to look around, it didn’t make sense to “just do it” to follow the commands of the two insane Abductors when they weren’t around.  He noted Kristy, slyly trying to conceal her nakedness--it was a modest thing to do.  Kristy looked to him, “What are you looking for?”
	Lonnie shrugged, “I dunno, but something.”
	She helped him look.
	Stacie remained close to the cabin, Clorece close by herself.  Mandy remained quiet.  Chet scratched his bare balls, partly he wanted to fuck, his cock wasn’t aching too awfully badly.  Twenty-one holes to fill, no--wait, that was the sub-total, the grand total was thirty-one, ten more holes.  He didn’t really relish having to fuck the guys.  Maybe humping Hank would be okay and he could handle that--but Lonnie was older and that just wasn’t cool.
	Slowly his dick got hard.
	His eyes met Molene’s.  they smiled and blushed and then came together, holding hands and lightly kissing via a peck to the lips.
	“How’ya want to do this?” Chet asked of Molene.
	“You’re asking me?” she almost squealed.
	Chet shrugged, “In the cabin, out here?” 
	Molene slyly looked about, she noted Lonnie and Kristy, Stacie and Hank watching her.  Mandy stared out into the forest mindless.  
	Slowly Molene began fondling her lover.  One hand manipulating his cock and balls, the other rubbing his ass.  Chet caressed her ass and then guided her down.  He firstly tantalized her by driving his tongue into her cranny.  She lay out on the clover that was thick around the perimeter of the cabin.	  Molene thrashed her legs back and forth (her upraised knees rather) as Chet’s expert tongue did its trick.
	All eyes, save for one pair, were on the couple.  Lonnie and Hand getting mightily hard.  Chet crawled up between Molene’s legs and eased his prick into her.  At the side of the cabin Rick and Jane had hooked up, with Jane on top; Rick pulling Jane’s ass cheeks open so as to reveal to the onlookers Jane’s lovely fuckable asshole, his cock slamming up into the girl’s pussy and everything.
	Hank began to stroke.
	Lonnie stared in awe and couldn’t believe the torrid thoughts he was having.  Illicit thoughts to be sure, about screwing Molene and Jane.  The desire was there but his moral fibers were well enough intact.  Kristy and Stacie with Clorece were awed, shocked, embarrassed, amused and bemused.
	Chet got his nut first, Jane and Rick were kinda involved, humping madly for a bit then slowing down to kiss and make out passionately.  They rolled onto their sides and then ended on their backs.
	Chet sat up, cum dripping from his prick, cum oozing from Molene’s pussy.  The girl frigged herself a moment and sat up pulling in a lip and looking to Hank and Lonnie thoughtfully--hoping that she was transferring her thoughts telepathically hard enough.
	Chet sat beside her on his ass working his softening cock.  Kristy and the other girls of the 2nd Group stared in awe, including Mandy.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Stacie.
	It was only the beginning.

Mingling
	Lonnie was perplexed--and that was putting it lightly.  He understood in part that they were just following thru with the “commands” given by the Abductors earlier, but still…
	Chet and Molene came up to the stunned boy, he still tried not to look directly at Molene’s cunny.  He wasn’t a pervert.  It was so that there were some girls Molene’s age (and even younger) who were just too damn cute.  It was little wonder that they got molested!
	Molene stared at Lonnie’s prick.  Kristy and the other girls of Group Two watched to see what she would do.  And she gripped Lonnie’s stiff bone.  Lonnie’s balls surged, his asshole clenched, his mind shut down.  Molene stroked his organ, eyeing it like it was a treat of some kind.  Kristy and Stacie looked on in awe.  Clorece was in dire disbelief.  No reaction from Mandy.
	…not until the young Chinese girl went down and engulfed Lonnie’s prick.  Mandy’s eyes widened like never before, she shook her head in disbelief.  She couldn’t believe it.  The young girl devoured the whole cock member, cupping his balls and working his prick until he was ready to cum.
	And he did cum.  Shooting a massive wad into Molene’s mouth.  Another gob splashed onto her chin, face, and finished with emptying onto her chest.  Behind her stood Chet rubbing his cock up and down her ass crack.
	The girls of Group Two were appalled.
	Molene sucked the cock fully, nuzzled the teen’s furry nads, then sat on a nearby stump waiting for him to get re-hard.  Lonnie fondled his prick and was in awe.  Chet looked to Kristy, Stacie, Clorce and Mandy.  All four girls looked to him, and his hard cock.  Kristy shook her head, ‘No way!’ she quietly decreed.  Stacie had the same sentiment, Clorece ditto.  But surprisingly it was Mandy he tossed her head, gazed upon the young pre-teen boy she was already infatuated with.
	She left her sitting/observation spot and came to the boy, standing close to Lonnie whose prick was still mostly soft.  She wasn’t so sure for certain as what to do. Molene remained on her stump fingering her pussy, Lonnie’s cum was still pasted on her face and chest.
	Lonnie stared at Mandy, the girl’s timid hand lightly gripped his penis.  The situation was just a little bizarre, both were aware that the situation was forced.  Neither wanted anything harsh to happen, there was only “compliance.”
	So Mandy stroked Lonnie.
	Lonnie reeled in it, he was a boy--an average young boy, naked, naked with a naked girl.  It didn’t take too long before his cock was stiff.  Mandy said nothing but bowed her head to gaze upon the hard member in her hand.  
	Lonnie didn’t know what to do.  He stood still, he had thoughts and notions and ideas, things he wanted to do.  He held off and waited to see what Mandy would do.
	Mandy did nothing for a long minute, a long enduring minute.  Then she went down, still stroking the cock, running her hand up and down the average length of the dong, squeezing it at the base.  She was examining it, never before had she had a boy’s cock in such a manner.  
	A bead of sweat appeared on Mandy’s forehead.  Her lips came in contact with the cock, still squeezing it at the base with one hand, her lips came about and engulfed the whole head of the cock.  Lonnie tightened up his body, clenching toes and all.  Slowly Mandy worked her way devouring the whole of the boy’s dong, squeezing and working her fingers up and down his member.
	His member popped out of her mouth and she sucked on the shaft, nuzzled his balls and did a generally terrific job.  
	“I‘m gonna cum!”  he announced.
	Mandy kept up her work, eyeing the cock, sucking it, jerking it, squeezing it until her face was anointed with his jiz.  She drained him, squeezing his balls, rubbing his ass, sucking his cock until he had no more left to give.
	The boy almost melted away, it was the best blowjob ever!  ‘course, there was six more girls yet to suck him!  He leaned against the cabin fondling his flaccid prick, Mandy wiped some of the cum of his off her face, she still seemed--distant.  She noted Hank standing nearby with a raging boner…