August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 16
Shenanigans

I Saw  I Came  I Saw and Came Some More
	There was no describing it, just gazing at it.  He could compare it, sort of, to Molene and Jane, and even little Connie; but Mandy’s pussy was a scooch different than all the afore mentioned.  Molene, Jane, Connie had no fur like Mandy did on her pussy.  She was just more developed all over.  
	After sucking off Lonnie, Mandy paused only a moment before slurping on Chet, she totally sucked off on Rick and only paused a minute before servicing Hank and then little Joey.  
	Thereafter she returned to the cabin, drank her some fruit juice syrup and then laid down.  Her oral copulation job had been completed.  It was someone else’s turn, now.
	Kristy, Stacie, and Clorece, with Jane, Molene, and Connie mulled it over and silently debated among themselves who would be “next.”  The boys fondled themselves and waited.  The day was getting on, nearly so or already so it was noon.  It was still unclear as to how the Abductors knew whether or not their Captives were in compliance to their horrendous command or not.  Lonnie could only imagine that they were either still in the area watching or had some sort of device to spy on them!
	Kristy made it herself to be “next.”  She had issues with the deed, but desired not to have anyone be beaten senseless for non-compliance.  That just wouldn’t do.  Like Lonnie, she had no idea how it was known whether or not there WAS compliance or not to the horrendous command decrees set forth earlier.  There was only to do, to comply.
	Kristy wasn’t overly distressed (opposed) to the deal of cocksucking.  It was the very idea of doing so with an audience.  She DID like seeing Lonnie naked.  He WAS cute, cute with his clothes on and cuter with his clothes OFF!  The situation causing it was just a little bizarre.  
	She marveled at his cock.  It was hard, straight and naked.  She had seen young boys she babysat for, teen boys she spied on, but this--this was far different--Lonnie’s cock was right before her face!
	Timidly Kristy placed her fingers about the cock and masturbated it, stroking it lovingly, cupping and squeezing his testicles and continually eyeing the cock before her.
	She could believe Mandy, Mandy had sucked on all the boys without so much as a “breather” in between.  Kristy didn’t overly care for Mandy, but she didn’t want the girl to see such irreparable harm.  That was uncalled for.
	The “taste” of cock in her mouth was indescribable.  She sucked it.  She sucked and sucked and felt the incredible warmth in her mouth, Lonnie moved back and forth, Kristy felt herself both a little grossed out by the hellish deed as well as highly intrigued.
	A tingling feeling was all over her.
	“Oh shit!” blurted Lonnie.  In Kristy’s mouth came a hot glob of sticky goo.  Kristy was instantly sickened but Lonnie kept his prick in her mouth and continued humping--as well as cumming.  Kristy was only very mildly aware of what the goo was.  She overly didn’t care for the taste of cum.
	Unlike Mandy who hadn’t taken a breather in between blowjobs, Kristy did.  She sat back retching and gagging and spitting out the goo from her mouth.  Lonnie sat back against a stump and let his organ “breath” to recover.  The other boys hung loosely about--awaiting their turn.
	While Kristy continued to take her ‘breather’, Stacie went down on Chet.  

	The late afternoon brought nimbus clouds over the open sky above the lone hunter’s cabin in the woods.  A slight breeze kicked up and the scent of rain filled the air.  Thunder in the distance could be heard.
	Other than Lonnie, Chet, Rick, and Hank were cum shooters.  Joey was too young and incapable. Lonnie had creamed off in Mandy’s mouth and as well into Kristy’s.  Stacie received a copious amount of his jiz after Clorece and Jane and Molene had sucked him, young Connie got another blast of his love cream and then he was empty.
	Chet had creamed into Mandy’s mouth, too; Connie sucked him and Molene sucked him; then Kristy slurped on him and he emptied a load into her mouth.  Clorece and Stacie sucked him and he WANTED to cum, but could only enjoy the tumultuous feeling.
	Hank shot his wad, Kristy again receiving the goo she disliked, Connie got some, so did Stacie.  Each boy was sucked, slurped, and devoured.  Balls and all.  Time was waning, the boys were drained, but they (the boys) had fulfilled only ONE Hole Command; of the girls there were two more Holes to fuck and two holes on the BOYS!
	Kristy was so-so willing, mostly curious; as was Stacie--on the subject of spreading their legs so as to receive boy-cock.  Under normal situations sexual intercourse would be different--far different, if at all.	  The girls were curious, not overly ready, not overly opposed.  There were concerns and issues; neither wanted to get pregnant foremost.  They sorta kinda wanted to know exactly what the hoopla was about, but realized, too; that they were young and not ready for sex.
	But that was under normal situations.
	Clorece was kinda quiet, too.
	Molene noting the older girls’ dilemma took it upon herself; she had already had sexual relations with Chet, Rick, and Joey--and she knew that she had to do so again; but in the interim, she approached Lonnie.
	Again, Lonnie stared at Molene.  Her nude body was not so unlike Kristy and Mandy’s, but then again…
	He bit his lip to try and keep himself in check.  He had been “checking” the girl, Jane and even CONNIE, too!  Not really enamored, just--just mildly curious--no, horny.  Horny was the word actually.  They were young.  Their bodies were--were--were lovely!  AND, they had already had sex--so it wasn’t like they were virgins!
	He had watched the girl have sex with one of the boys, Chet.  She had sucked his dick and he realized there WAS a desire--a STRONG desire to fuck her.  He wanted to know (slightly) what it would be like to sink his prick into her little hairless twat.  He knew, too, that he had to fuck her asshole, too--to complete the decreed task assignment.
	It was just an uncomfortable feeling--to have to submit to the task with the others all about, watching.  It was then that he noticed he had a boner.  Molene was staring at it.  She stepped forward and gripped it, running her young hand up and down it’s average length, her head was bowed--her legs open a bit.  Lonnie continued to sit on the long hewn tree stump, it seemed as if though he was no longer in command of himself; a hand came to the girl’s ass, smoothing up and down her butt.  Then he was moving that same hand up and down her backside, back to her ass.
	His cock got stiffer and stiffer.
	Molene came up onto his lap, tossing her head to shake the long loose strands of her hair out of her pretty face.  Lonnie gulped, he felt his heart pounding hard in his chest.  He blanked out the others sitting around him, watching--waiting.  His cock brushed against Molene’s cunt, he found his hands cupping the girl’s ass; Molene herself self-guided his cock into her body.
	She was tight, snug fitting--despite having been “laid” a few times beforehand.  She clenched her body as his cock was significantly bigger than previous cock she had had--other than the two adult male abductors.
	She glided down on the teen’s cock, clenching her body down on him and about him.  A slight pumping action began, not a lot of movment, just pumping.
	Lonnie’s mind was a buzz with the sheer enjoyment of his diabolical deed.  No way, no other way could he get away with such an act.  He deemed himself a “good boy” with ethics, morals, and no desires to have sexual intercourse of ANY KIND with a girl such as young as Molene.
	But the situation was not normal and that was that.
	He gritted his teeth and fired a massive load of hot sticky goo into the child’s cunny; his hands gripping her ass tight, a finger very nearly probed into her willing to be fucked asshole.
	Juts of his cum filled the girl’s cunny, it was an incredible sexual feeling that was repeated minutes later with Jane.  Sinking his pud into Stacie’s pussy came nextly and he noted to himself the difference between young pussy and teen pussy.  He still enjoyed it just the same, he was having sex!

	Unbelievably so, Lonnie completed his tasks decreed upon him, save for anal plunging.  His cock was just not up to it and couldn’t get hard.  There was a slight desire to do so, to fully complete the task, but his cock tingled, it was desensitized so it was difficult to comply and/or follow thru.
	One by one, though, Hank--his little brother, and the other boys, filled the mouth and pussies of the girls.  And like Lonnie, by the time it came down to fulfilling the “final” hole fulfillment, their dongs were shagged out.
	Screwing Molene and Jane, and Connie was one thing, sinking his fuck stick into the teenage girls was something, really something! For Chet.  Slightly he had desired to experience what it would be like to make it with an older chick; he had no conceptual idea that he actually ever wood.
	The older “chicks” had minor issues with submitting to engaging in sex with the likes of young Joey.  They did it because no one wanted a repeat of the previous night.  But they still had issues.  And there was issues with spreading the legs for the other boys, too!
	  	 
	Try as they might, the boys were worn and their schlongs just unable to “rise to the occasion.”  they girls hand jobbed the boys, sucked, grinded their snatches against the boys’ dongs, re-sucked, re-masturbated the boys, and Molene masturbated herself--she peed for the boys’ pleasure, spanked herself and had the boys lick her out.
	Her efforts were lovely and all--but did little to actually get the boys in question stiff enough to fuck.  Darkness was falling and fear was the only thing that rose within the combined groups.  Lightning flashed and thunder rolled thru the forest, the scent of rain was heavier and the air became a little “damp.”
	The two Abductors made a “sudden” appearance just before rainfall.

	All eyes were upon the two men.  Rain fell heavily outside, fire flickered nicely in the iron stove, a lantern flickered dancing light on a counter, the two combined groups huddled about the small interior of the hunter’s cabin.
	Mr. X & Y looked over the naked captives, nodding their heads.  Nothing was said.  Lightning flashed, thunder cracked, someone farted.
	Mr. X, the tall one, sat in the only chair, Mr. Y lingered by the table near at hand.  A head nod to Molene prompted her to mosey to the sitting man.  She paused a moment, legs open.  Many eyes were upon her, still admiring her lovely nude body.  The girl lay down across the man’s lap--it couldn’t be remembered in detail if the man was clothed or not!
	Molene’s ass was parted and her asshole probed.  The man doing the probing inserted a great deal of finger.  He fondled the girl’s ass, smacked it but not hard; spread her legs a little wider and began fingering her pussy.  The man who had been lingering came up and stood naked before the child, his cock was hard and into Molene’s mouth it went.  The girl latched on with her hands sucking the cock while she was continually fondled and fingered.
	Mr. X latched his eyes onto Chet, then to Rick, Lonnie, Joey, Hank.
	The boys were nervous, they had completed the task they were supposed to do--butt fuck the girls.  The man’s eyes dropped from their eyes to their cocks.  He made a head nod and Chet came slowly to them.
	Chet’s schlong was partially aroused, the action of his girl giving head and “presented” sort of got him excited.  The man reached out and began toying with his prick, squeezing his hairless tezzies and then guiding him to Molene’s pert puckering asshole.
	Chet, though, still couldn’t get adequately “hard enough” to make any righteous penetration(s).  The man tried to help and stuff the girl’s asshole with Chet’s cock, but it simply wasn’t stiff enough.  So it was moved up and down the crack.  Then,
	“Down.” said the man.
	Chet went to his knees.  He knew what was up then, he leaned in and began licking out Molene’s asshole.  At the other end Molene continued slurping on the Standing Man’s cock.
	All around the room the combined groups watched, the boys of the two groups slowly began to indeed get a little stiffer--watching as Chet licked out Molene’s asshole and crack.  
	Chet finally became aroused enough to make the penetration.
	And he did.  He plunged his prick into Molene’s asshole and began to pump.  He was smacked on the ass while he did so.  Molene continued to suck the man in her mouth.  The man’s lap she lay across smacked her ass, too.
	All the boys, including young Joey, got stiff.
	Chet unloaded.
	The man in Molene’s mouth unloaded.
	Cum drizzled out of her asshole, the corners of her mouth, too.
	Her asshole was about the size of a quarter and slowly clenched shut, squeezing out more cum.  Chet clutched at his balls, his young naked body was a swath of sex sweat.  Cum still juiced out of his piss slit, “Son-of-a-bitch!” he murmured aloud.  It had been a good butt fuck.
	Mr. Y stepped back, almost stumbling, a long stick gooey strand of cum led from the tip of his dick to/from Molene’s cum filled mouth.  He leaned against the table on weak legs, squeezing his testicles and reeling in the dynamic blowjob.
	Chet stared at Molene’s cum filled asshole.  He stumbled back on weak legs of his own, trying to catch a breather.  He couldn’t possibly sodomize another (hole.)  
	Thankfully he didn’t have to--not right away at least.
	Molene was smacked on the ass and then stood up.  Mr. X fingered her pussy and then hugged her.  During the hug he drove his mouth into hers for an enduring lip lock, mouth exploration.  He didn’t seem distressed about the cum laden mouth. 
	Kristy was motioned for with a subtle head nod.  Nervously a bit she came forth.  She still tried to conceal her nudity, this was an insane ordeal.  She was gazed upon by the two men, Chet off side from her, and the others as well.  Mr. X reached out and caressed her ass, smacked it (a little harder than Molene had received) and then pulled her down across his nude lap.
	The whole of Kristy’s ass was felt.  The cheeks were parted and her glory hole examined if not scrutinized.  Kristy couldn’t help but clench at the fingering invasion.  Kristy noted the other man, Mr. Y standing close by, cum still dripping from his cock.  The cock was “soft” and not likely to “rise” again for some time.  Regardless, he stepped forth and plunged the member into her mouth.
	Chet masturbated himself but couldn’t get re-stiffened.  No matter, the other boys were stiff--enough.  It was Lonnie who got the approving head nod.  His legs were weak, too.  In silent agreement he disliked the horror of which the insane sexual depravity was pressed upon them.  But then again, on the other hand…
	He didn’t care for the man, Mr. X fondling him, smacking his ass, working his stiff prick, or clutching (too hard) his balls.  He was guided into Kristy’s asshole and as he seated himself fully within he was smacked on the ass (hard) as he pumped.
	Mr. Y in Kristy’s mouth was between “soft” and “hard.”

	Lightning flashed in the dark dismal night sky, it filled the interior of the cabin despite the one window being covered with a piece of tarp.  Thunder filled the night air and sent already frayed nerves rattling.  Rain clouds filled to the brim broke and flooded the land beneath.
	Someone in the lone hunter’s cabin farted.
	Kristy gagged and felt her stomach rolling.  Though the man in her mouth didn’t succumb to cumming, he filled her mouth anyways.  Determined to get off in some manner, Mr. Y pulled free his aching non-hardening cock and humped her pretty face, then had the young teen girl suck on his balls and cock shaft.  Thereafter, 
	“Lick it!” commanded Mr. X whom she lay across.  The command was in reference to his narly compatriot’s asshole.  Kristy had to lick the man’s crack and suck on his hairy dangling balls!
	Lonnie got into the grind and eventually filled Kristy’s shit tube with his love cream.  Dramatically he filled her anal highway, straining and stretching his prick’s skin tightly as gobs of hot goo splashed into her anal recess.
	He clenched and flexed and emptied all that he had--for the moment.
	Kristy continued to feel ill and was barely aware of being spanked.

	Lonnie sat by Chet, both boys thought that their cocks would never get hard again.  They didn’t even want to “touch” themselves.  They fondled their balls and waited--and watched.
	Opposite them sat Kristy and Molene, their assholes dripping with wads of cum, cum drenched in their mouths.  Kristy had wiped the gobs of spilled spunk from her mouth, but not Molene.  More would cum to be splashed there so she just left it be.
	Jane came to the position of double penetration.
	Hank came to fill her asshole.
	Mr. Y had a tough time with his limp dick smacking her face, it had done it’s all and wasn’t going to get hard.  So the two men switched places.  Jane had slurped on the two men before and personally she preferred Mr. X to Mr. Y, Mr. X wasn’t so rough.  His cock was bigger, longer, though.
	Hank was a little clumsy and coupled with being very embarrassed about the whole sordid thing, had difficulties making anal entry.  He was definitely stiff enough, but shoving himself into Jane’s glory hole wasn’t easy.  His young ass was smacked, squeezed and smacked some more.  He didn’t like that.  His cock was gripped by Mr. Y’s hand and deftly shoved into Jane’s poop chute, it was touch and go and mostly no-go.
	In Jane’s mouth was the very stiff Mr. X.
	Finally, Hank managed to get in and sink himself fully into Jane’s tight pooper.  The girl clenched up her body tight as she was roughly invaded.  She choked on the phallus in her mouth and found herself retching, too.
	Hank latched onto her young hips and stared down as he fucked.

	Stacie’s turn came, giving Mr. X head and being fondled all over by Mr. Y displeased her greatly.  She didn’t care for any of it and fussed some.  She became a little emotional and scrunched up her body--very reluctantly she lay across the nude Mr. Y’s lap and received Mr. X into her mouth with young Mr. Rick in her ass.
	One by one the girls came to lay on a lap and be filled with cock, mouth and asshole and then subsequently cum.  Each boy fucked the girl in the ass.  The boys were allowed a bit of rest but were soon prompted sternly to got “hard” or be taken outside and lashed.
	Surprisingly no one was taken outside.
	Each girl was fucked in the ass by each boy.  The dirty doings took until the midnight hour to complete but was done.  The girls then were sodomized by their abductors.  Mandy and Kristy first, then while they lay 69ing one another with Kristy on top, Stacie and Clorece were butt fucked and then they were put into 69ing while the two men rested a bit before launching their naughty cocks into the remaining girls.
	Molene and Jane 69ed while young Connie was reamed and creamed.
	Thereafter a long rest came to be before…

	A little bleary eyed the girls were roused and came to be aware of the cabin filled with light.  It was the same light, but at midnight the lamp lights had been dimmed if not turned out.  Hours later they were back on.
	It was the boys who were roused up to a standing position.  The girls huddled under their covers watched as yet more horror came to be.
	The cabin shenanigans continued with Lonnie on his knees.
	Chet came firstly, stuffing the teen’s mouth and humping madly.  The boy didn’t cum but his dick was nice and stiff.  He was smacked on the ass by Mr. X’s bare hands and then by Mr. Y’s green web belt deemed to be something akin to military style.
	Five minutes.
	Chet humped for five minutes and then was replaced by Rick.
	Rick received the same treatment and the same allotted time.
	Hank came nextly and then Joey lastly.
	Giving head to a guy’s cock was one thing, slurping schlong that was your own brother was a toughie.  It was done, though, and then Mr. X & Y took their turns--minus the spankings.
	Lonnie received cum from Mr. Y.  none of the boy’s prior emptied their nads.  all had dramatic hard-ons.  Lonnie stood and it was Chet’s turn.  All the boys sucked him.  He then slurped on the two men, neither of them came in him.
	Rick, Hank, and Joey fell in line and then…
	The girls were mostly awake, save for Mandy and Connie who had curled up together and returned to sleep.  Across the nude Mr. X’s lap lay Lonnie, being spanked and then having his cheeks spread while Hank came to admire his brother’s corn chute; it was followed by “kissing” the funk hole and then licking it.
	His finger plunging into the brotherly orifice almost sent him but then there was more.  Sodomy!
	Chet, Rick, and Joey “came” nextly, only Rick managed to get his rocks off in the allotted time.  He was right at the end of the five minute spree when he got the look of panic in his eyes, the infamous “deer eyes in the headlights” look.   He was left along to do his thing and successfully cum.
	Which made it gross for Joey who had to kiss and lick the gooied hole.  The boy nearly very muchly “ralphed” on him.
	After Lonnie it was Chet who laid across the lap of the naked man.  Lonnie whose cock was severely stiff so he was allowed to penetrate the boy’s rectum.  He successfully orgasmed and creamed the teen’s hole.
	Each boy received the other’s cock.  The two men also took pleasure in sodomizing the boys.  Then, just before dawn, the boys were tortured.  The boys had their hands tied they were tied standing up against the inside wall of the cabin, they were secured to hooks in the logs, allowing their feet to barely touch the floor.
	A gag came to the boys’ mouths and then…
	They were lashed.  A belt mostly came to the boys’ backsides, then a switch to their bare asses and back of the legs.  Joey lost consciousness first.  Hank followed suit with Rick and Chet hanging on for dear life.  Lonnie thrashed about and nearly managed to wrench himself off of the hook he was secured to.
	The lashings finally ceased, though.
	The girls were out of their minds, they all had huddled together cringing and sobbing uncontrollably as the irrational beatings had taken place.  When it was over the two nude man left the cabin.
	But not before issuing new commands (to be completed before their return that evening.)
	They were called “dildos.”  the two men explained what they were and what they were for.  None of the two combined groups had ever heard of them, butt plugs, anal reamers, and so on.  Several different types, sizes, and even colors.  All would have to be crammed up the boys’ assholes before Close of Day.
	But wait, there’s more!
	Candy bars.
	Small normal sized squared candy bars were to go stuffed up the boys’ poop chutes.  The boys had to keep the candy bars up their assholes until the return of their abductors.  The boys, too, had to remain as they were, against the cabin wall.  If they had to go to the bathroom, either way, the girls would have to help out, find some way to carry the “waste” material outside.
	The sodomy of the boys was the only narly shenanigan for the day.

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	His cock was mightily sore.  His mind was beyond the scope of comprehending the hellish ordeal.  Mostly it was blanked, centering souly on the fact he had butt fucked and BEEN butt fucked.  The feeling of being violated he couldn’t actually ascertain; the feeling	of sinking his schlong into an asshole--was beyond belief.  Fucking a girl’s pussy was one thing, he liked that.  A lot.  Getting off via a blowjob was something else, too.  Plunging his prick into a girl’s asshole he could handle.
	Butt fucking another dude was--repulsive.
	All the boys tethered to the cabin’s interior wall felt that way.
	It was hard to measure.  Not the pain and agony of being irrationally beaten, but the butt fucking, the sucking of another’s cock, being peed on by a dude, having outlandish and outrageous orgasmic sexual furor with another guy was--was--was beyond imagination.
	But wait!  There’s More!
	Chet did his best to blank out what had happened to him.  Lonnie and Hank did likewise, as did young Rick and Joey.  The girls huddled together under blankets whimpering.  It was near noon before anyone moved.  Joey and Hank had peed, Rick had a “log” he was holding back.  Most of the boys had blank minds.
	Molene moved to look into the Box of Goodies.
	Vaguely she understood what she was rifling thru.  She didn’t actually know what they WERE, but understood WHERE they went--or where they were intended; as per instructions of the two insane Abductors;  “Take a Goodie and CRAM it up a boy’s hole, his backdoor.”
	“Not all the Goodies, just select at least THREE and fuck the boy in the ass.”
	“And lastly, the candy bars.”
	The candy bars.  Jane loved candy bars and it repulsed her to think of having to cram them into the boy’s poop chutes.  And there were only a few hours of daylight left to do so.
	Molene sighed.
	Jane pursed her lips.
	Kristy and Stacie peered into the Box with shocked expressions.
	Mandy remained where she was on a bare mattress cuddling herself.
	“We better do this--” said Molene.  She selected a long object that had tiny bumps all over the sleek tapered tip.  It was kind of peach colored and about seven inches in length.
	She went over in her mind what she was to do; was it select three items and ram them into ALL the boys, or just one boy?  Stacie stated at a similar object, it had ridges from the tip mid way down its shaft.  In Jane’s young mind she recalled Rick’s ass cheeks spread and Lonnie slamming his penis into the boy’s hole; she had been underneath at the time watching in horror as the deed was done.  Hank was in her pussy.  Lonnie’s balls swung fastly and there was a bit of an odor from the horrendous sex act just inches from her.  
	All the girls were pretty much sickened, it was a horror shenanigan that was hard to deal with.  It was hard to accept and even harder to imagine.  None of them could imagine, not in their wildest imaginations and fantasies.  They had all heard odd things occurring in the news regarding sex and deplorable sex acts, mostly the girls didn’t pay much attention.  
	Molene came up to Chet, a gag was still in his mouth, his wrists were a little bloodied from being rubbed raw in the rope that secured him to a hook in the log wall.  His backside was welted; from his shoulders down to the back of his legs.
	He seemed asleep.
	Molene lightly touched him.  “Chet?” she inquired.  If he was to be asleep then sodomizing him would be easier--on her.  He stirred slightly, eyes fluttering and looking about being very confused.  He needed only to look to Molene to be brought back to the hellish reality.
	Molene searched for words to express, to say something, anything.  But there was nothing, only the sex act of which she had to perform on him.  She patted the dildo in her hand.  Chet looked at it, then to Molene.  His backside still stung, he clenched his ass and nodded his head.  Molene knew there were many eyes upon her, she was the only one making the first move.
	Slowly Molene brushed the dildo against Chet’s ass, up the crack and lightly probing his sphincter.  The boy tensed up, despite having several schlongs cramming their way into his anus, butt plunging was not on his list of favorite things to enjoy--especially on the receiving end and especially by a “foreign” object.
	Jane selected an “object”, studied it and then watched Molene.
	Rick’s entire body tightened as HIS foreign object was inserted into him.  Jane bit her lips and tried to hold her composure as she eased the nobby dildo into her friend’s asshole.  It was a most disgusting thing to do, but she had done worse.
	Connie reluctantly sodomized Joey while Kristy butt fucked Lonnie.
	Clorece took care of Hank.  
	Three items.  The girls had to select three various asshole plungers and sodomize the boys.  When Molene had done her thing unto Chet, she moved onto to Rick.  Mandy selected some new “items” and fucked Chet until he began HUMPING the wall!  He began humping madly as his asshole was plunged deeply.  With his hands secured above him he was unable to jerk his gherkin--and he desperately needed to.
	Molene took care of him, leaning in, turning his body some and gobbling his cock.  While she sucked she caught Mandy watching her.
	Each girl took a turn at butt humping via foreign objects the boys’ glory holes with as many as three objects for as long as five minutes.  Other than Chet, Lonnie and Hank needed a blow job to get off.  Jane sucked on Hank; Kristy and Clorece serviced Lonnie.

	After each boy had been sodomized by each girl there was a breather.  The boys’ boy holes were sore and smoldering.  The girls untethered/restrained ambled outside.  There was still much daylight left and so a long day of “just hanging around” ahead of them.
	There WAS one more “item” to do unto the boys--the candy bars.
	Sodomizing the boys with the dildos was one thing, cramming chocolate candy bars up the boys’ poop chutes was almost quite another.  The candy bars, too, had to be “left in” until the return of the Abductors.
	The girls stayed together, trying to come to terms with what had happened to them, why, how, and where the fuck they were and could they ever get the fuck out of the situation.  They had no answers, their minds were frapped and almost liquefied!
	With a heavy sigh, the girls turned to re-enter the cabin (of hell.)  Each of the candy bars were about the same, five inches long, chocholate, caramel center with peanuts, different brands.  There were extras and the girls pigged out on them, Molene casually wondering if they (the extra candy bars) were intended for them (their assholes?)
	It gave the girls the chills, to think that disobeying the outrageous commands of their insane Abductors would result in THEM being in the place of where the boys were and being horrendously beaten and spanked with “objects” being crammed up THEIR assholes!
	It was too much for one girl.  Mandy.  She seemed very distant, deeply thinking.  Connie eased her candy bar up Lonnie’s poop chute, worked his penis and clutched his balls.  She rested her head against his blistered backside and wept silently.  Molene inserted a candy bar into Chet, Jane did likewise to Rick.  Connie with Kristy’s help stuffed Joey’s anus with a candy bar, Hank received his “treat” from Clorece.
	Since there were more girls than boys, there was the wondering if the “extra” girls were supposed to shove MORE candy up the boys’ holes, or what.  Or were the extra bars intended for the extra girls, or what.  It was confusing.  It was then Clorece and Kristy noticed someone was missing; Mandy.

                                                          ****

	Kristy and Clorece went as far as the edge of the woods, panicking as to what Mandy’s disappearance would mean--to the rest of them.  Stacie and the other girls seriously considered making a run for it themselves;
	“If there’s only TWO of them--”
	“That we know of--” added Molene.  Stacie fumed, to herself, she could be right.  Others could be out of sight, waiting for the Abductees to make a break for it.  It was madness, sheer madness.
	Kristy and Clorece returned, no sight/sign of Mandy.
	The boys were aware, and very fearful.  The girls were petrified.  They knew, they all knew, that this surely would insight the wrath of the Abductors, Mr. X and Mr. Y.
   Woodsy Observsations

 	A few hours of daylight there was.  All about were woods.  Trees of every kind (for deep-deep woods), shrubs and bushes; boulders and gullies, and exposed roots just waiting to trip someone’s bare ankle and send them sprawling.	  	
	Which happened on more than one occasion during Mandy’s flight from the insane cabin of hell.  Bare assed naked running blindedly through the woods was not good.  At home she did occasionally enjoy romping about naked, dashing from her room to the kitchen; but she actually preferred clothes.  It was a societal thing, she was morally just--or she was, she used to be.  She was now corrupted.  She put those hellish things she had just been through out of her mind, they were there and probably always would be, but for the moment--there was only the pursuit to flight.

	She came to a creek and paused, she looked up it from where it careened its path down a tumultuous course thru the thick woods.  Somewhere up there she had crossed earlier, with the others--was that yesterday?  The day before?  Somewhere up there was those two bastards.  She had to escape.  She couldn’t understand what the fuck was wrong with the others, why they were so willing to stay and endure even more hellish doings.
	She moved as quickly as she could, stumbling and falling--skinning her knees and hands.  She sprained her ankle and it smarted badly, soaking it in the creek helped--but it also increased the pain level.
	There was only the inclination to go “down”, down the creek.  It had to go somewhere.  She feared trying to travel UP the creek, she knew the Abductors were probably up there somewhere.  She knew, though, that UP the creek was where she and the others had come in, crossing the creek after a night’s stay in a cave.
	Could she relate all this to the police?
	She thought of Kristy, Kristy and Clorece.
	She and Kristy didn’t like each other and went out of their way to thwart one another’s attempts at securing Lonnie’s attention--along with school projects and teacher favoritism.  But still, she didn’t want or wish to see Kristy come to any serious harm.  
	Then there were the others, the little kids.
	Lonnie.
	She had sucked Lonnie’s cock.  She had had sex with Lonnie, and his brother, Hank, too.  She paused in her fleeing attempt, squatting without much notion.  What would happen to those she left behind?  Would they be punished?  She figured they would be, because of her.  But someone had to go, maybe the Abductors wouldn’t dish out punishment as they would expend all their resources tracking her down.
	Mandy pulled herself up and kept going.

	A myriad of images filled her mind, darkness was descending upon the woods quickly, the trek down the creek proved to be hazardous and she had no desire to be swept away.  She had to go into the woods and pick her way down slowly.
	She had sucked Lonnie’s cock.
	Hank and those other boys had been in her mouth, too.  The taste of their spunk came to mind; they had gone off in her pussy and asshole.  She was both horrified by the hellish ordeal, but there was a small (small) part of the shenanigans that were not all that displeasing.
	Had it not been for the beatings, to herself as well as the boys, the sexual debauchery would have been more tolerable.  
	The hollow of a tree seemed a likely place to spend the night.  She was hopelessly lost.  Hopelessly.  The nightlife kept her awake, she feared greatly a hand snaking into the tree hollow and dragging her back to the cabin to whip her again and do other horrible things to her.  
	She awoke screaming from a horrendous nightmare just before daybreak:  the lasting remnants nearly sending her in a run BACK to the cabin--all those inside had been slain--butchered by the two enraged Abductors.
	Somehow Mandy managed to “get a grip” and continue her trek.

	It was cold, and had been a bone chilling night--made worse by the fact that she was nude.  Her ankle was swelling, the soles of her feet tenderized by the forest floor.  She was hungry and filled with horrible scenes flipping thru her mind.
	Keeping the creek to her ear she made her way down and down, crossing a large gully and then another.  She saw a deer and they made long eye contact before the deer’s fawn came up along side and spooked them all.  The terrain was rough and Mandy had to go deeper into the woods away from the creek to find better travel.
	One gully she had to navigate tripped her up and she fell.  She fell hard, rolling uncontrollably skinning her nude self up more and causing extreme pain to her unprotected knees, ankles, ass flesh…
	She lay in a heap amass a dam-like debris of logs and other stuff carried down when the gully was a terror of rushing waters from a thawing Spring.  She couldn’t move.  Every fiber of her being, inside and out, was in turmoil.  She lay still and wept.
	Presently she “awoke.”  How long she had lain in the heap she didn’t know.  The air was a bit warmer, she was damn hungry.  It was a toss up between the pangs of being incredibly hungry and the pangs of being in incredible pain.
	Somehow she managed to crawl up the side of the gully--s-l-o-w-l-y this time so as not to be sent sprawling backwards down to the debris-dam.  At the crest of the gully she took a breather.  She couldn’t stand, there was no energy to do that.  The slight scent of a campfire brought her more aware.  Deciding on “where” it was coming from was the next trick.
	She almost blurted out, “Hey!  Hey!  Somebody!  Anybody!  HELP!”
	Almost she blurted out.
	But didn’t.
	It could be a trick.  It could be the two fucking Abductors luring her into a false sense of security.  Her heart pounded and she found herself backpeddling her ownself into the gully.
	After “relieving” her self she stayed in the gully and went up it, almost calling out in spite of her decree not too when she slipped yet again and skint up her knees and banged her already sensitive ankle.  Maybe running off from the cabin was not such a good idea.
	It took a while to reach a point where the gully significantly narrowed and Mandy could easily crawl out.  By now the “creek” she had come down and strove to keep in her left ear was no longer heard.  (but she knew she could find it by following the gully she had crawled up DOWN.)
	The scent of a campfire filled her.  She WAS close.  She saw no smoke, heard no voices.  Fear griped her and she stood in the filtered sunshine--waiting.	
	Slowly, and painfully, Mandy eased herself along until coming to where she saw movement.  She hid herself behind a large boulder that had some fallen trees against it.  It gave her excellent protection while she “spied” on the woodsy camp.
	At any other time she would have been appalled, horrified and angered.  She would have went off ranting and raving and causing a fuss; on a woodsy-made picnic table that was small lay a girl who was 10-11.  She was mostly nude; she wore a burgundy denim-like jacket that was open with a shirt that was pulled up exposing her bare chest whole.
	A pair of light pink panties dangled off an ankle.  Her legs were drawn up some, her bare ass on the edge of the makeshift table.  She occasionally closed her eyes and looked nonchalant as an aged man possibly her grandfather fucked her.
	The man was gray haired, in his 60s somewhere, a fishing vest on, a fishing hat with all kinds of hooks and “flys” pinned/attached to it.  He was slenderly built, beige jeans to his ankles.
	He pumped slowly and steadily into the young girl, supposedly his granddaughter.  The girl tossed her head side to side, didn’t appear to be upset by being raped, she arched her back a few times, clung to the table and seemed unphased.
	Her grandfather pumped quickly a few times, pulled his aged penis out and ran it up and down the child’s vagina entrance and then re-inserted.  The girl made a grimace on her face, she was a short dark haired girl with small breasts.  Her grandfather caressed the budding blossoms, tweaking the nipples and continuing with his incest.

	Mandy didn’t know what to do, to interfere or what.  The retired grandfather emptied himself into the young girl, Mandy could see the man’s cum dripping out of the young girl’s pussy.  Her legs were pushed back so as the incestuous gramps could look down with glee at his doings.  He pulled his prick out and tried poking into the granddaughter’s asshole, but by then his dong was already going too soft for that.
	It was then Mandy noticed the small dome tent nearby.
	Someone was within.
	Two someones.
	One of the someones emerged with cum stains on her face.
	She was followed by a black boy.
	Another someone emerged who was possibly the little brother to the girl on the table and the nude girl from the tent.  A red headed boy and another girl emerged.  There was no one else.
	The young black boy, about ten or so, had cum dripping from his prick.  He was all a-glee.  He stared marveling at the nude little girl as she went to show her grandpa.  Grandpa “Noah” smiled and wiped the cum off of her pretty face (using his cock to do so!)
	The girl on the table sat up, she frigged her cunny tossing her head and looking upon all those who were coming about.  The little girl plucked the panties off of her sister’s ankles and wiped her face off giggling.  The black boy masturbated, fondling his balls that were virtually hairless and caressing his own ass.
	The oldest girl had strawberry blond hair, she was approx. twelve or so.  She got into an ice chest that was hidden from sight and retrieved a soda.  The black boy got into the chest and helped himself.  
	The grandpa looked around with concern.  Mandy froze.  She would like a soda herself, and to tell about her friends and the others in the cabin somewhere behind her somewhere.  But--but the man didn’t seem to be the kind who would care, or want to get involved, or let anyone know what he was doing with his grandchildren in the woods.
	“Are we going fishing today, Noah?” asked the black boy, DJ.
	“Noah” nodded his grizzled mostly white head and pulled up his beige slacks.  Granddaughter Katey sat up fastening her jacket and looking at her giggling little sister who still had cum on her face.  DJ’s cum.
	She still didn’t appear to be overly pleased about the torrid situation.
	Hopping off the table she retrieved her cum smeared panties and pants.  Her pants had been cast off onto the ground earlier; as she was bent over her aged grandpa began rubbing his hand on her ass, fingering her hole.  DJ and the redheaded boy of the group, “Casey” watched in glee.  Both boys were nude and stepped up to be closer to the happening.
	“Hold still, Kate.” cooed Noah, he sat down on the rickety table holding his granddaughter at the shoulders while DJ guided his black pole to the girl’s backdoor.  DJ was Kate’s best friend.
	Casey was a family cousin, his sister was the twelve year old.  Casey and Corrina had been caught/observed “fucking” and thusly had been allowed into the fray.  DJ and Kate were intimate with one another, they had started out just being merely curious sexually about one another.  They watched one another pee and pulled their cheeks apart to fart.
	Kate gave DJ his first blow job.  DJ, in turn, licked Kate’s cunny.
	They soon were fucking.
	Kate’s grandpa caught them.  He brought them into his private study and spanked them, bare ass spanking, then made them fuck on his desk.  Then they fucked on his lap.  When Kate discovered her grandpa with a boner, she was at first giddy and willingly gripped it.
	It was just thru his pants and nothing more.
	Later on she observed him masturbating.
	She thought about it a few days before coming to her grandpa and sitting on his lap.  Noah was a retired sea merchant and ran a small novelty shop located close to a popular tourist wharf.  Kate lived not too far away and after school came to the novelty shop until her parents got home as both sets worked late.
	Kate had a little brother, Truman who was seven and Kellie who was merely four.  Discovering that her grandpa had another boner going, Katey found herself “massaging” him (still thru his pants.)  Noah ran his hands up and down Katey’s young body and when he discovered she was “cool” with his doings, it went a little further.
	Discovering that she was “cool” with allowing him to fondle her led to more.  The kicker was when she “farted”.  whether it was by “accident” or other wasn’t known.  But it embarrassed the young girl somewhat.  Noah tickled her and a conversation struck up.
	“I haven’t seen DJ around?” DJ often accompanied Kate to the novelty shop, they were fast friends and were very close.
	“School stuff.” Kate replied.
	There was a moment of pause, Noah’s hands rested on his granddaughter’s lap, lightly feeling her out at the crease of her legs and groin.  His cock was mightily hard and could quite possibly FUCK her through their clothes!
	“Do you and DJ still do it?”
	Katey rolled her eyes trying to think of what her grandpa meant by that.  She had very dark hair and equally dark eyebrows and matching dark eyes.  She was most often reserved, quiet and shy.  She most often wore her typical attire of bib overalls.
	Noah eased his hands inside the overalls, from the sides.  Kate wore a simple light cotton shirt, his aged hands touched cool bare skin.  Slowly he worked his way to touching the hem of her panties.  Katey’s ass clenched up on his lap.  His cock was still mightily hard…
	On her own, Kate undone the brass fasteners to her overalls and pulled the top portion of her garment down.  Noah ran his hands up and down the girl’s chest, under her shirt and then down just inside her panties.
	“Oh, oh--yeah--we do.” Katey finally answered suddenly realizing what her grandpa had been so obliquely referring to.
	Noah smiled and continued caressing her.
	Katey was soon naked bent over onto the great mahogany desk of Noah’s, the old man with his face between her ass cheeks kissing/licking her asshole, fingering her hole and pussy.
	He soon was working his aged member INTO her pussy, it was a tight fit, a snug fit, but his cock fitted just the same--Kate and DJ had been screwing around for a long while.  But still…
	It was the beginning.
	Catching/observing Cousins Casey and Corrina was icing to the deal.  They often came to visit and got naked in Noah’s private office.  They seemed quite unabashed and un-shamed by getting naked and screwing on his desk, green vinyl sofa, or in his private bathroom.  Neither were bothered by him caressing their ass or being naked himself.
	Corrina sucked on Noah and brought him to climax while her brother pounded her from behind.  Katey had yet to suck him.  She masturbated him, sat on his lap facing him or turned about with his cock in her pussy and a couple of times in her asshole.
	How little Kellie and Truman came into the ordeal wasn’t overly clear.  They didn’t seem unopposed to all the narly shenanigans, and there were many.

                                                 ****

	Was the entire world insane!?  Sure she had had some mild-mild sexual mis-thoughts about sex with a young boy--but a boy no more younger than 12 or so.  But it was a fleeting thought and not overly serious.  She was aware that boys jerked off when they got to be about ten or so and did so probably for the rest of their lives.  
	In regards to sex, she didn’t oppose it, but was fearful of the complications.  She definitely did not wish to get pregnant, but to have sex regardless was okay.  She wasn’t so enthused about sucking a boy’s cock OR taking it up the ass, OR being cum on OR peed on.
	How did she feel about seeing OTHERS engaged in sex?
	She didn’t know.  She thought she didn’t care, but wasn’t sure.  In part she didn’t, but then again, she WAS morally just.  She knew she was a snob and not well liked by many; especially Kristy and her ilk, underclassman.  But still--she didn’t wish any serious harm to her.
	Back to the original line of wonder, did she care?
	She watched the family of Noah, the grandfather pulled up his clothes again, after humping granddaughter Kate in the ass and the black boy DJ getting off into her mouth.  The twelve year old girl, Corrina, sucked on her brother, sucking his cock and balls whole.  She, too, turned to suck on the little brother of Kate, Truman.
	Corrina then, with help of her brother Casey, helped Truman and Kellie hook up.  They got onto the table where then Corrina and Casey held little Kellie in place, mostly her legs back and open and Grandpa Noah helped naked seven year old Truman up and “into position.”	
	Noah caressed the boy’s bare behind, helping him grind against his young-young sibling, gliding his little dinkus into the slit.  Kate did not look upon the scene with disgust or even disdain, she dressed herself and beheld an emotionless face.
	Mandy hid herself behind the great boulder.  She didn’t believe that she would find any “help” with them.  She kept hidden and waited until she heard them ambling off.  She waited a little longer and then stole into their camp; she helped herself to a soda from the ice chest there as well as some bologna and crackers.
	She searched quickly for a cell phone but there was none.  She was too panicky to make a good search ( or she would have found the buck knife, more food, clothes, shoes, socks, flashlight, emergency kit, first aid kit…)
	She didn’t, though.  She scampered off quickly trying to see if there was a “trail” the family had come in on.

	The day wore on, she was once more hopelessly lost.  She had re-thoughts about the family of Noah.  Maybe it would be okay, but it was too late now--she had no idea where they were.
	She stepped in something along her way.  It was fresh.  It was stinky.  It was shit.  Animal shit of some kind.  Of some kind.  It was black and gross and covered her foot.  She felt violently ill, then petrified as she knew that the shit pile was bear shit.
	And it was fresh.
	She made a quick look around and then bolted.
	
	She didn’t have to bolt far when new sounds came to her ears.  She paused and ran almost blindedly (again) to the new direction.  She nearly stumbled upon them, another family.  Another narly woodsy family.
	Again there was disbelief; Mandy quickly affirmed that the whole entire world must have gone completely bonkers!  There was an adult woman, buck naked.  Three boys whom were possibly brothers and two teen girls.  All naked!  The boys ranged from 13 to mere seven.  Naked.  Happy-go-lucky.  The boys had boners, even the youngest.  It wasn’t supposed that the two girls were siblings, they were blond haired girls and about the same age.  Girlfriends?
	An impromptu camp, two dome tents, backpacks all over, small soft ice chests, and nudity.  One of the boys stepped off to one side, but didn’t overly conceal what he was doing--taking a leak.  He stroked his organ as he whizzed, then caressed his ass.  No one really paid him much attention, ‘cept one girl who blushed, giggled and bit her lip as she watched on the sly.
	Lunch was in progress.  Mandy realized how hungry she was.  Her pains were secondary.  Could she easily waltz into the camp?  How would they take her?  She debated with herself and when she was almost to the point of waltzing--when one of the boys, the oldest, stepped up behind one of the girls.  His hands went to her sides, his cock between her legs.
	Mandy closed her eyes.  No one else seemed to have a problem with the doings, the girl with super fine long blond hair reached one hand down between her legs with the other hand behind her to caress her “lover’s” bare ass.
	There soon was a-humping going on.  The single adult female paid no mind to what was going on and happily made sandwiches!  The second oldest boy eyed the second (and only other) girl.  He stroked his penis grinning at the girl and she shyly timidly grinned.  She gave the dome tent a look, then stared at the humping actions of the first pair.
	Travis moved to the nude girl, her hair was short, very blond, and she had small apple sized breasts basking in the noonday sun.  She was easily guided to the log that served as a table--it had been hewn flat on one side and the girl’s bare ass rested on one edge.  Travis stepped up between the girl’s legs and made entry into her body.
	The girl held onto the log’s edge with one hand, the other held onto her lover.
	The youngest boy had a boner himself, he watched as his brothers “got some.”  he grinned and pounded his young pud and then took the sandwich offering from his mother.
	After the sandwich and a soda the mother and young son eased into one of the tents.  The others continued their narly shenanigans.  Of the first pair, Tray and Jennifer, the thirteen year old pulled out and rubbed his prick onto the girl’s ass flesh, up and down her crack, poked her hole and then re-inserted into her person and continued with the fucking.
	The second pair, Tray and Beth, fucked and fucked and fucked.  The boy squeezed the girl’s breasts and seemed enamored with her, not just the fact that he was fucking her, just her nakedness in general.  He gave his brother and Jennifer a quick look at their progress, and then a sly look to one side to the open door of the tent his mother and baby brother had gone.  He could see his mother’s legs sticking out of the open flap, and could see his brother’s legs on top.  It gave the eleven year old a more dramatic umph and he began re-humping Beth with vigor!

	After their hump fest, the four teens/pre-teens cooled down and noshed on the ready made sandwiches.  There were occasional looks into the tent were some more action was taking place.  Etched on the girls’ faces was some concern and mild dismay.  They noshed on their sandwiches and then accompanied with the boys strolled out into the woods.
	Mandy stayed her place.
	There were more “ready made sandwiches” on the log; she didn’t hear anything from the “other two.” 	she waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  She heard a woodpecker and then some bees.  She lightly worried about the bear (if there’s bear shit (fresh) then there’s a bear to be aware!)
	The hungry pangs outweighed anything else, slowly she crept out from her hiding place to the small open area that was flooded by noonday sun.  Flies were already descending upon the sandwiches which had been left unattended and uncovered.  She could just see movement within the one tent, for some reason unknown to her, Mandy squatted down to see.
	The young boy, Taylor, was indeed on top of his mother, his young tallywhacker humping nicely in and mostly ON her motherly cunt; her hands on his naked very tan ass.  Occasionally she would pull his cheeks open and dig a finger into his asshole, smack his ass and fondle his very young hairless testicles.
	Mandy didn’t know what to think.  It was outrageous, she assumed that the boy was her son.  The other boys with like features were probably her son’s, too.  The girls were the boys’ girlfriends.  
	A small upsettedness spurned in Mandy’s stomach.  She watched, though, as the boy was pulled up the mother’s body.  Mandy couldn’t see exactly what was exactly going on, but assumed as much as the mother was probably “sucking” on the little boy’s penis!
	While the view of the mother was obstructed Mandy filched a couple of the sandwiches and two sodas, then scampered away quietly.

	It was easy to get lost and so she did.  Finding the bear shit she had stepped in earlier panicked her.  She was tired, dirty, lost, frightened, and the horror of having been beaten, kidnapped, raped and sodomized filled her.  There was no going back, not back to the cabin.  She feared and imagined that all the others had probably been slain.  It was in the news all the time, whole families butchered in their sleep and such.
	Quickly she fled thru the woods.
	Not overly a good thing; branches and bushes, sharp rocks, exposed roots, low hanging branches all sought to trip her up and cause her great harm and panic and re-thinking of returning to the cabin.
	But where the cabin was she had no idea.  She couldn’t even find the creek.  Fishing.  Fishing?  Fishing.  The black boy of Grandpa Noah had mentioned something about fishing--so there must be a creek of some kind somewhere--nearby.
	She sighed and gritted her teeth, nearly every inch of her skin had been assaulted by the woods.  She polished off the second soda and continued blindedly through the woods.