August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 2
It’s Always Darkest Just Before Pitch Black

	It was discovered, soon learned, that Captain Hillerbua was not too particularly fond of girls.  (or women)  He WAS, however, very fond of boys.  Hanska and Vilhelmka Brobowska were boys.  Lovely boys, too.  And while young Vilhelmka sucked on the captain’s cock, brother Hanska sodomized the boy. 
	Meanwhile, Bionka laid out on the sofa with her legs draped over the back and arm while sister Minkis sucked out her pussy.
	Capt. Hillerbua creamed into Vilhelmka’s mouth, he held the boy’s head and pumped vigorously until he was fully drained.  Hanska had managed to cum, too.  
	After pulling free of the near choking-gagging eight year old, Capt. Hillerbua wiped his saucey dong onto the boy’s face.  He nodded, his face was with sweat as was his entire body.  Hanska humped his little brother’s ass, though he had cum, his cock was still somewhat stiff.  
	“Do they--” Hillerbua asked a half said question.
	Inkaa nodded with a polite smile, the Uberon wanted to know curiously if Hanska and Vilhelmka fucked their sisters.  Inkaa made head nods to her children and they assembled to further please the visiting captain.
	Little Minkis laid out on the sofa, Bionka sat up diddling herself.
	Little Vilhelmka crawled up onto her, his little puddling very stiff.  Minkis tickled his balls and stoked his 3-inch uncut schlong.  She parted her legs and guided her brother into her.
	Standing behind them the Uberon worked his fuck pole, an expressionless face staring at the bouncing lily white ass of the Skeewskee screwing his sister.  To Minkis’ chagrin, Vilhemka was both vigorous and, in her opinion, too enthusiastic.  He fucked like a rabbit.  Minkis clung to her ardent brother enduring the fuck.  When she “received” brother Hanska he was more gentile about it and strove to make pleasure for the both of them.
	After Vilhelmka fucked his fill of Minkis his mother tapped his bare ass and Bionka guided him onto her for a few minute fuck.  Meanwhile, the look from the stoic face of Captain Hillerbua prompted Inkaa to lay out on the floor, legs open, firelight flickering over her young 30 year old body.  Her pussy she kept well trimmed, her breasts were cantaloupe sized.  She frigged herself and as Capt. Hillerbua watched the kids fuck, Hanska mounted his mother and fucked her.
	The captain watched, his prick getting harder and harder.  Bits of cum began to soil the tip.  He let go observing Vilhelmka doing Bionka and went to his knees slowly, cocking his head so as he could see penetration from son to mother.
	Slowly he reached out and placed a bare hand onto the bare sweaty ass of Hanska Brobowska.  The boy turned his head to see, he continued fucking his mother.  The captain clutched the swinging testicles, Hanska spread HIS legs, going out as wide as his mother’s, he inched up some so as to provide absolute viewing of the penetration.
	Bionka and Minkis came down to suck on the captain’s cock while Hanska completed the incestuous act on his mother.  He urinated in her, and on her, too.  He was totally spent and lay off to one side somewhat delirious.  His mother frigged her cunny and the girls had worked the captain (future kamp kommondant) to a state of fury.
	More sweat appeared on the man.  He tried to maintain his composure, but soon found himself working his uniform slacks down and sliding his mediocre cock into the Skeewskee mother.  And when after he had sufficiently orgasmed, he pulled out and sat on his heels.  Hanska had the task of sucking the saucey cock with brother Vilhelmska helping along.  Bionka and Minkis licked their mother’s pussy clean.

	The following day:  during the hours before Noon Captain Hillerbru occupied himself in the kommandant’s house.  He would firstly watch Hanska and Vilhelmka masturbate, they would be masturbated by their sisters and sucked on by them, too.  
	The boys sucked on the captain, each receiving a copious load of Uberon spunk.  They then sodomized one another with Vilhelmka on top of his brother being sodomized, it was this position Hillerbua enjoyed mostly, observing “cock” entering and exiting bung hole.
	He also enjoyed watching the girls getting dicked.
	It was not until almost a week later before he slid his cock into Bionka’s pussy.  He seemed okay with it but he preferred bung holes.  He enjoyed plowing Minkis’ and Vilhelmka’s holes and spewing urine and cum all over them.
	Kommandant NoBallz did return and seemed to be still in charge.
	His mood gave the impression that all was not well; not well with the war effort of his position in the Uberon hierarchy.  He was not particularly interested in sex, any sex, any deviation whatsoever.  He didn’t mind the family BroBowska going about willy-nilly naked as they did, but he did not participate or do anything with them.
	
	Eventually, though, "Lay on your back and spread your legs," NoBallz directed Bionka before instructing her brother Vilhelmka to lick her fuzzy cunt.  He was back to true form.
	Like Captain Hillerbua, Kommandant NoBallz enjoyed watching the siblings fuck one another, to suck, and then to urinate on one another.  He most often started with having Vilhelmka laying out on the bed to be sucked on by his sisters.  Then, with one of the girls occupying the boy’s face, older brother Hanska made anal entry into the lad’s rectum and fucked him.
	This pleased the kommandant greatly.

	Inkaa instilled into her children that there was no shame in doing whatever there was necessary to safeguard the family unit.  There was no  majesty in death; the defusion or breakdown of modesty and morals had to be replaced by their determination to sustain their lives. 
	They had Hope, to cling to life by whatever means they could.
	The Blorka taught of Hope, Hope belonged to those of the Living.  A live mouse was better off than a dead lion.  There were many parables pitting the meek mouse against the mighty ferocious beastly lion of the desert.  To Hanska, he saw the correlation; the parables were not just words of wisdom but of prophecy.  In private he began to refer to the disgruntled kommandant as the Lion.  (naturally the Skewkees were regarded as the mice!)
	                                     ****

	One night, as he sat in his chair, he called for Minkis to sit in his lap. The naked girl crawled onto his lap and she positioned her legs about his waist; his erect cock pressed against her tiny young cunt.  As he watched young Vilhemka hump his other sister doggy style, he methodically rubbed his cock against Minkis's hairless cuntlips. 
	He gave instructions and Bionka turned around to receive Vilhemka's thrusting puddling into her mouth. Minkis was lifted herself up and then was gripped by the kommandant, his mighty Uberon cock sliding against her young cunny before the glistening head breached the young one’s entrance and began entering her.
	NoBallz's eyes fell upon the girl on his lap.  She made no noises but clung tenaciously to her manly lover, almost unable to breath as the powerful cock entered her.  He soon was cumming, though, with only partially entering her.  Cum overflowed her young cunny,  Minkis fussed about as the ejaculate matter filled her and the presence of the huge snake was a little uncomfortable.

	Bionka also became the source of relief for her brother who, hormones raging and no other females around it became an almost daily thing, to fuck Bionka in the morning and his mother in the evening.  That was before whatever debauchery the kommandant decreed.

	General Kallerkhan took command of Kamp Kessla the following week.  Colonel NoBallz stayed on three days and then was gone.  The Brobrowska family got to stay on as staff, but it was tense going.
	The new kommandant was tough, an asshole, and not easy going in any way.  He killed POWs and Skewkees at the drop of hat with his own pistol, stepped over the crumbled body and went on his way.  The Brobowska children he did not want to say at any time, he was not too particular fond of the fact that that they were there in the house in the first place.
	Then, the atmosphere in the camp tensed as the news spread that the order to kill all of the prisoners plus the Skewkees had been delivered to the kamp. The prisoners and Skewkees were desperately talking among themselves about how to avoid the expected slaughter, it was desperation on the Uberon forces, the war was near to close with Allied Forces surrounding the Fatherland and its prime interior capitols.
	The General became more and more tense and impossible, on several occasions he beat Inkaa in the kitchen for piss poor food preparation.  He raped her in the living room and then beat her with his riding croup.  When Hanska tried to intervene, the kommandant’s pistol came into his mouth.
	“Don’t try me, Skew sum,” a slur of drunken Uberon curses spilled out of the man’s mouth.  Hanska thought he could probably take him, the Uberon was not well built, his clothing made him look more menacing than he was.  He was under 5’7” and weighed less than 170 pounds.  
	Another occasion had the surly Uberon striking Bionka, for some indiscretion like being seen.  He had backhanded Minkis and threatened death to Vilhelmka.
	Day after day the Brobowska family suffered in torment, Inkaa was raped on a repetitive daily session.  The children had to watch and then he began to have his way with Bionka.  Again when Hanska intervened he was beaten to a pulp and the kommandant’s pistol crammed into his mouth--while Kellerkhan continued his assault on Bionka.
	It was feared that Minkis and Vilhelmka would be next.
	Something had to be done.
	Though it meant a certain death should be caught, or even suspected, Inkaa began adding dosages of poison to the meals the drunken sot kommandant would consume, even adding some to his drink.  Kommandant Kellerkhan was fond of the bottle and had a bottle of fine Uberon whiskey each day.

	The Allies had taken the capitol city of the Fatherland and had begun to disperse their forces throughout the land to free the internment kamps, death camps, and general POW kamps.  There was limited resistance.  Some kamp kommanders were giving final Orders to the Solution; kill them all.
	Hanska had a solution himself.  He had found a small pistol left behind from Colonel NoBallz.  It was loaded and ready to do whatever was commanded of it.  Going thru with it meant certain death, but he decreed that he would no longer be the timid mouse of the grassland, afraid of even its own shadow.
	He waited all the day hidden in the closet of Kommandant General Kellerkhan.  Allied Forces were close by.  The order of Final Solution would soon be coming from the general.  The snow had stopped and the hint of Spring was in the air.  The general was most likely to walk among his guards to give them the order personally.  Or he may simply announce it from his office perch, OR give the command from his home porch.
	Wherever he would be, Hanska would see him from the second floor window, the bedroom window that looked out into the frozen compound.  It was a commanding view and though he knew the guards would descend upon him and surely kill all who dwelled in the house, Hanska would take comfort in knowing that Kellerkhan’s brains would be plastered all over the wall.
	He saw the general emerge from his office and stand on the covered porch.  All eyes were upon him.  All the prisoners had been confined to the barracks.  Hanska had seen in one kamp where the same “ending” had taken place--the prisoners and Skewkees locked up in their barracks and then suddenly ordered to come out--only to be shot down as they emerged from the door.  Those who stayed within were doomed with grenades lobbed into the barracks with one door.  There was no escape.
	Hanska watched as the general left the porch, one arm typically behind him, the other clutching his riding croup which was something of a part of the Uberon uniform.  He marched to the center of the compound, surrounded by a small entourage of officers.
	There was dissension among the Uberons, to what extent was not clear and not privy to Hanska, but it had been building for some time--something that it was thought better to release the prisoners, including the Skewkees, especially when the Opposing Freedom Forces, Allied Forces came to the kamp gate.
	The general was not pleased by this unheard of act of defiance, it was treason in his eyes, and there was a “solution” to that, too.
	A shot rang out and an officer slumped to the ground.  General Kallerkhan kicked at the lifeless body and shouted something to all the guards in the compound--then pumped another bullet into the body.
	A moment of silence there came to be.  Hanska leveled the pistol on the window sill.  One shot should do it.  He waited, focused, and began to squeeze the trigger.
	Shots rang out from somewhere beyond the compound.  Guards began shouting and shooting into the surrounding woods.  Artillery shells came into the compound and sent Uberon guards scattering--sometimes in parts.  The Allied Forces had arrived.
	Hanska ducked down as glass was shattered by concussions.
	When he chanced a look again the compound was filled with Uberon guards, all dead.  The front gate of the kamp was being busted down by a very large iron machine, it bore the flag of the United Federation of Allied Forces.
	There was no sign of General Kallerkhan.
	Then the door downstairs slammed shut.
	The door to the kommandant bedroom whisked open and then slammed shut.  The not so tall general dashed to the window and glared out, in a rage he fired his pistol at the tank that was moving into his kamp.  He backed up and flung himself about the room cursing in a strange language.
	He found his whiskey bottle and downed a few swigs.  A bottle of Cognac left behind by the former kommandant he found and began drinking it, too.  Hanska dismissed the tickling effects of sweat that riveted down his neck.  He peered thru the slats of the closet, a nice clean shot to the general--his back, the small of his back would be the debilitating shot.  It would probably not kill him outright, which was what Hanska wanted--so as he could walk up and shot the son-of-a-bitch between the eyes while he peed on him.
	Hanska pulled the trigger.
	The weapon misfired and the bullet exploded.  Hanska stumbled out of the closet coughing and sputtering, his vision blurred, his ears ringing.  The general whirled around realizing that he had very nearly been killed.  He brought the riding croup down onto Hanska, beating him to a pulp.
	Hanska curled up to try and protect himself and managed to throw the dysfunctioning weapon to the Uberon.  Then, stepping into the room a figure loomed.  Hanska couldn’t see clearly, there was blood and sweat in his eyes.  But he saw clear enough that the figure was armed and raised a weapon of some sort.
	A shot rang out and a body crumbled to the floor.
	The Lion was dead.
	Hanska trembled slightly on the floor, timidly he wiped the blood from his eyes; his ears still rang and his face hurt.  He could only see the black polished boots--heavily laden with blood and snow and mud of whoever had come into the room.  Turning his head slightly he saw the Lion, General Kellerkhan, his eyes were open, lifeless.  In the center of his forehead blood trickled out from a small hole therein.
	Hanska felt a burning in his stomach and knew that he was seconds away from vomiting.  His balls tightened up, his asshole.  In his head there was a serious pounding.  Slowly he managed to gain some control of his faculties and he pushed himself up to at least a sitting position.
	Captain Hillerbua stood still, slowly lowering his weapon, smoke still wisped from its barrel.  He blinked excessively as beads of sweat trickled into his eyes, the right lens of his smallish glasses was broken and splattered with blood.  Blood trickled from his left ear, too.
	Some composure was there, slowly regaining.  The once proud and somewhat uppity Uberon officer had committed the most heinous of all crimes.  He flung the gun onto the bed and made odd lip movements.  Finally his eyes lowered to meet the Skewskee cowering in the corner.

                                            Epilogue 

	An Allied Forces Captain made his way to the Skewskee family, the camp had been overrun and taken by the 133rd Infantry & 102nd Mechanized Unit.  Once the main gate had been breached there was no resistance from the Uberon guards.
	The Captain offered a smile and a so-so snappy salute.  It had been a long war and he was tired.  The Skewskee family standing on the destroyed porch of the kommandant house smiled as best they could; grateful and thankful that it was over.  
	“I’m Captain Garrk, 236 Divisonary Force.” he paused, then, “It’s over.”  the woman who was haggard and very tired nodded and smiled some.  Her tall husband in ragged thin clothes said nothing but gave a half smile.  He seemed nervous and jittery, but that was to be expected under the circumstances of nearly being killed.
	“Would you like to come in, Herr Cap--” Inkaa stopped herself, old habits were hard to overcome.  
	“There isn’t much,” she said correcting herself, “but we can share what we have.”
	The Army Captain smiled and was grateful, but declined, it wouldn’t be right as he had 300 hundred other souls who were just as hungry.  They were moving on as soon as the Uberons were under control and made to realize that the War was over and done.
	The Army captain bowed and made his way back to his tank.
	The Skewskee family waited, holding hands watching all.
	                                   *****

	Inside the house Hanska put it to sister Bionka’s ass; while under her Vilhelmka sucked on Hanska’s balls while he himself was sucked on by Bionka.  Sitting in a chair by the fireplace Minkis sat on Bolka’s lap.  His features were still stern, still rigid, his face still stoic and indeterminate of his nature.  Minkis, his favorite, managed to generally get him to smile.  In her tiny hands she had a wreath of flowers and grasses, she placed the wreath upon the man’s head.  
	He held her on his lap as she had to stand, his hands clamped to her tender butt.  When she was eased back down her little legs straddled his waist, his throbbing hard cock pressed nicely against her poon.  His hands continued to clamp her ass, fingers inching into the girl’s crack and probing her hole.
	Minkis placed her head against the former Unberon officer.  He caressed her backside and closed his eyes.  Hanska humped his fill and pulled out of Bionka, cum strands hanging from his cock from the girl’s asshole.  She squished herself down onto her wriggling little brother, making him lick her torrid swamp box as well as her funk hole--she continued to suck his cock and balls, squeezing his delicate balls if he did not comply.
	Bolka Hillerbua eased the head of his cock into Minkis, the girl clung to the man’s sweaty body, the children on the floor began to wrestle, tickling one another and becoming loud.
	Bolka’s cock made gentle entry, almost half way.  He held her bottom and worked her up and down in slow methodic movements; he closed his eyes and began to relax.
	At the doorway from the kitchen Inkaa stood surveying the family.
	Morally it was detestable, deplorable.
	But they were alive.  They had to erase their usual moral bindings to survive, but war had a way of doing such things.  And now, now that the War was over and done and gone as a fleeting memory there seemed to be no need to simply cease such deplorable activities.
	“Dinner in a few minutes.” Inkaa told them all.
	Bolka nodded to his “wife.”  He smiled inwardly to himself, an Uberon associating with a Skewskee!  Minkis grunted and clutched at his breasts as yet another inch of his mammoth cock entered her.  He deemed that by the end of Spring he WOULD be all the way in the girl.
	The sun was almost gone, the fleeting rays cast shadows all about the forest floor.  The last remains of snow clung to the underside of rocks and shadows of trees.  Hanska sat on a stump looking up to Mount Gunderfaust.
It stood majestically rising up to just touching the clouds that sort of resembled a crown.
	For years thereafter when the snows had sufficiently melted, Hanska tried to make the arduous climb to the summit, but never did.  He made it to the last resting place, the final 500 foot ascent was just too much.  
	Late into his years he placed a marker at the last stop:
	Adrik NoBallz Vista
	Stretching out below and beyond was a magnificent scene of pines with groves of broccoli topped trees indiscriminately placed here and there along with lakes and rivers.  The signs of the War long gone and a memory.
	He sat on a boulder overlooking the vastness.  His life, the lives of his family, had changed so.  So had indeed all those affected during the war so long ago.  He pulled his sweater about him tighter, and didn’t hear the footsteps behind him until their form appeared in the glint of his glasses.
	 At the pivotal poin the whirled about and grabbed them, tickling them and make them squeal.  Another figure loomed up from the mountain path at the midway point, just below the timberline.
	“Ma’ma’s gonna be mad, pa’pa, we going to be late for supper!”
	The tall young man who was frail looking but sturdy enough for mountainous hiking clung to his staff and breathed hard.
	“I know, Adrik, I know.”  he scooped up the two children still giggling and climbing on him.
	“Bolka!  Inkaa!” scolded Adrik, “Let Pa’pa alone, we’ve got to get home ‘fore ma’ma sends the Uberoff after us!”
	Hanska smiled and shook his head.
	“Pa’pa,” inquired little Inkaa, “are there really Uberoff up here?”
	“That my little leepshun is a tale you yourself will have to discover.”
	Bolka rolled his little eyes, he whispered to his sister, “He’ll never tell us!” the children were carted off, one under each arm.  Adrik paused a moment, lingering.  A stiff wind blew down from the high mountain cold, the last vestiges of winter still clinging.
	“Adrik, are you coming?”
	Adrik looked out at the vista, up the mountain yet not climbed, and nodded, ‘I’m not even HOT yet!’ he smiled at the little joke and checked his sister’s darling little butt.  He gouged his growing erection and bounded down the path to catch up.
                                                 *****
Meanwhile, Back at the Raunch
	In space no one can hear you fart, but in a forest; if a man is alone and he talks, is he still wrong?  The forest in question was deep, woodsy, and dark.  Damn dark.  Really--really dark.  After leaving the seatrain Carl and son Chris, with Mandy, got promptly lost.  Coming to the edge of a cliff was their first clue.
	“We’ve went the wrong way!” bitched Carl.  Traipsing about in the dark was a serious no-no.  Had it not been for the moon they surely would have stumbled off the edge and down a very steep 1,000 drop off to the jagged rocks below and the dry river.
	Not good, very bad for one’s health.
	There was no bitching or even harping, Carl believe the “gorge” made the road and the Mitchell family truck nearby it was due east.  Maybe.  They had spent too much time in the seatrain, but they had been captivated there by LaFrost and his doings.  Carl didn’t necessarily agree with the whole shebang, not entirely.  But--it DID have merit.
	He carried the sleepy little Mandy and they continued on their way eastward, assuming that they would encounter the backcountry road.  The forest was deep and not very level.  Inside the forest the moon did little to illuminate anything.  Traipsing about was dangerous and Carl decreed that they should probably just wait it out, wait until morning.
	Half an hour later and they were moving again--the forest was not a quiet forest; various creatures of the night squawked, hollered, squeaked, farted, growled, berated, belched, and scurried all about.  
	There were many trails in the forest, small and large ones.  Doing the best they could the Mitchells wandered all about until at last coming upon a site, there was a dim light present, some vehicles, and a plausible sign of civilization.
	Upon approaching stealthfully father & son discovered they had come to where they had left:  the buried seatrain  aka dungeon of horrors.
	“Well son-of-a-bitch!” Carl bitched.
	Being eaten up by mosquitoes drove them back inside the concealed din of horror, if only to secure flashlights or something to pick their way back out.
	Again they settled at the room containing John and his granddaughter Jolene.  The boyfriend of the teenage girl was sodomizing Jolene while she herself slobbered on her grandfather’s cock.  The teenage girl, Amber, lay unrestrained over one of those inverted chairs being sodomized by the electrified dildo in her ass--the Bitch of LaFrost doing the inserting.
	LaFrost was present, his vengeance to the backstabbing John still unsettled.  Teenage boy Vance unloaded into Jolene’s asshole, he pulled out and fell away--only forced to suck on the dripping cunt of the Bitch.
	Grandpa John was unable to cum off into his granddaughter’s mouth, his cock was very hard, though and he seemed to be in some agony.  He pulled out of the sweet girl’s mouth and fought with himself about the horror that was going on.
	LaFrost had Jolene turn about.
	“Stuff her asshole.” LaFrost said, tossing the girl’s discarded panties to him.  John looked helpless, “You son-of-a-bitch!” he retorted (again.)
	“Yes-yes, we’ve well enough established that now.” and he gave his little hand held Compliance Device a nudge.  Both John and granddaughter contorted and rolled about on the floor.
	It lasted about five minutes.  Thereafter Jolene reassumed the doggie style position, sobbing and crying, cringing and deeply not understanding what in the hell was going on.  Her grandpa picked up the panties and spread his granddaughter’s cheeks apart and began inserting the garment.
	Jolene wriggled about some as her own panties were stuffed into her asshole.  Then, once the undies WERE all the way in, John himself had the task of butt stuffing his granddaughter.  He balked, of course, but his cock was stiff and ready to cum.
	“I’ll fucking get you for this!” John blurted.
	“Of course you will, John, of course you will.”
	A tinge of discomfort came to John and not wanting any to come to his granddaughter, he entered her panty-stuffed asshole and began butt fucking her until he came.
	Which was just under two minutes once he got started.

	She seemed drugged and almost lifeless.  The scantily clad Lackey brought her in and dropped her onto the floor.  She was still clothed but had soiled herself, her hands were handcuffed behind her back, duct tape on her mouth, ankles handcuffed, too.  
	Chris got a “flash” in his mind, bits and pieces and it took a while to put the pieces together.  He had seen the girl before and it was not until the Spawn of Satan stood towering over her, masturbating his huge cock with no balls that the image came to him:  Charlene “Charlie” Ammerick, from the department store, the one caught shoplifting!
	No-Balls LaFrost masturbated harder, apparently trying to cum and spew his load onto the semi unconscious child.  Frustrated and unable to cum, due the absence of testicles, he kicked the girl and nodded to the Lackey.  Quickly the flunky grabbed the girl up and positioned her so as she would be able to suck the Master’s cock--once the duct tape was ripped from her little face.
	Chris blinked his eyes and stared at the Lackey-flunky--he had seen the man before.  Somewhere.  He couldn’t bring him to mind--but somewhere familiar.  He let it be, it would come to him later.
	No-Balls LaFrost inserted his cock into the young girl, bringing her semi-unconscious head back and forth, “Suck me, suck me, bitch!”
	He seemed to strive to cum but was unable.
	He slapped the girl’s face and she fell away.
	He was furious.  It seemed as if though the basis for the whole ordeal was the need to cum--and as previously stated--without testicles he was unable to cum, just get an erection that would become satiated.
	Young Adam Jones was brought in nextly, the second youth from the department store.  Like Charlene, he, too, was well secured with cuffs and duct tape.  The boy was panted and wrenched around embedded into the body of the Flunky.  LaFrost ogled the boy and with a riding croup applied it to the boy’s bare ass.
	The boy wriggled and screamed thru his duct tape.  LaFrost lashed the boy’s ass several more times before stopping and stroking his cock which was the source of his own internal plight.  The Lackey-Flunky worked the boy in a bent over position and LaFrost stepped up to him ready to penetrate the boy’s ass.
	A scream from somewhere else in the seatrain distracted him and the three adults (LaFrost, the Bitch, and the Lackey-Flunky) disappeared quickly.  Carl thought it an excellent time to scurry themselves.
	“Dad, we cant leave them.”
	Carl looked to his son, ‘Are you totally fucking insane?’
                                               *****

	There didn’t seem to be any life from the one called John.  A heart attack apparently.  All the better to “rescue” his granddaughter.  Charlene and Adam, too.  Chris carried Mandy, still, Adam could walk on his own, but not well being tethered with handcuffs at his ankles and no key--so he mostly hopped.
	Charlene was carried between both father and son.
	Amber and Vance were unrestrained, just adorned with the neck collars.  They was dazed and didn’t quite receive the offer to come along, from a voice out of the darkness.
	“You want to live, follow along.” said the voice.
	It was difficult to perceive, but seeing Charlene carried aloft by unknown forces prompted her to go along.  What did she have to lose?  Boyfriend Vance followed along, as well; he was just as delirious and frapped as she.
	It was slow going and several times they fell all together.
	At the top of a small rock encrusted hill they paused to catch their breath when there were distinctive shouts to be heard.  The “escape” had been found out.  Carl still had little idea of where the truck was, if little the road it was parked by.  The sound of screeching tires and then a collisional impact alerted him, though, that the road was just beyond.
	That “just beyond” was a ways off, though.
	There was nothing to be heard from behind them.
	Getting lost was easy (again).

	Pausing again to get bearings and rest, Chris didn’t need a “flash” to alert him to something in their midst.  He strained to listen, the moonlight was bright but did little to pierce into the interior of the surrounding forest.  Dark was dark.  Damn dark.  Young Adam had a time with his cuffed wrists and ankles, he was a little dazed and highly confused from his ordeal, he spoke nothing and fussed trying to work his hands passed his butt and down his legs to be in front of his person.
	After catching some breath Carl settled beside his son on a log;
	“A fine kettle of fish this is, eh?” Carl remarked.
	Chris knew it was overload, he shrugged.  What was there to do, despite their own desires and essential similarities to No-Balls LaFrost, the Mitchells were actually kind hearted.  Rescuing the kids was a natural.
	Mandy slept on, Charlene whimpered some and trembled, she was exhausted, though.  Amber huddled with her arms about her knees, her bare knees.  Vance sat beside her, his head jerking about at every noise from the forest.  Jolene stirred some but otherwise remained “unconscious” with her panties still embedded up into her anal tract.
	Carl’s mind was filled--with the event in the seatrain, the forest, and saddled with six additions!  It was implausible.  What was he to do with them?  How was he to manage it?  He furled his lips, shaking his head.  He’d get them home, fed, cleaned up, and then--with son Chris’ help scurry them off somewhere else--far-far away, like to the outskirts of the City or some place like.

	He must have dosed off, it seemed as though.  The passage of time was noted in his mind, whether it was so or not wasn’t clear.  It seemed the same for Chris.  They rounded up their “rescued” party and began trying to find the road again.
	And after only a few steps it seemed, they came right out on it!
	Now to find the truck!
	Not as easy as it would seem, though.  Having little to no idea whatsoever they walked up and down the road for what seemed an hour.  The smell of burning wires and gasoline filled the air.  There was burning oil and smoke in the lifeless air of the night, which was approx. midnight or thereabouts.  
	In mere moments they came upon an accident.  Single Vehicle Accident; Driver asleep at the wheel.  And Driver at the wheel--dead.  Dead-dead-dead.  Very dead.  You couldn’t be more dead--the Driver’s body was slumped against the steering wheel--while his HEAD was a few feet away resting nicely on a stump.
	Outside the van the passengers of the van.
	There was an emblem on the van, it was fucked up and unreadable.
	The van was a crappy passenger van not built for style and little on comfort.  Camping gear was scattered all over the place.  At least there were no more dead bodies.  There were, however; seven survivors, including one women.  Three boys and three girls.  Oldest boy 12ish and the oldest girl 10.  They were a little cut up and dazed.  No broken arms or anything serious.
	Chris and the others stayed with the accident while Carl continued to search for the family truck.  Chris looked over the crash survivors.  His mind whirled into action.  Saddled with who was with him already all things were possible.
	He knew he was being a cad, but he couldn’t help it, himself.  One girl he admired, she was pretty--damn pretty.  She had a cut on her cheek and forehead and had hurt her ear while be ejected from the van.  A few bruises and other assorted hurtie-owies to her young body, but other than that…
	Chris admired her.  He licked his lips and his mind whirled more and more.  His dad worried about what to do with them.  Chris already knew.  There was a perfectly good dungeon going to waste beneath the Mitchell house.  They wouldn’t be as demanding as No Balls LaFrost, enough to get their sexual jollies, perversions, video the ordeal, sell the video tape, release the captives and go on.
	The Chinese girl in the group wore a short simple dress.  The moonlight was just right, Chris raised her leg and checked her.  He could see just a little of her tight panties.  His balls surged.  
	The woman survivor of the group was in a dress, too, but more befitting of an adult.  She had a small gash to her forehead and possibly would need medical attention.  The driver of the van was beyond medical help.
	
 	Carl settled the injured; his mind was in a total disbelief; there was a part of him, the moral-just part, that told him the injured needed medical attention, the police summoned, the whole works.  (though nothing would be said of the Spawn of Satan and his seatrain of horror.
	The other part sided with his son’s notion that the Mitchell family Dungeon was open.
	Carl gulped, could he do that?
	Chris would have an easy time of messing with the newbies’ mind, they were already stressed and distressed to the max, affecting their minds so as they would ultimately comply with the desires and wishes of their “hosts” would be relatively easy.
	Carl found himself running his hand up the Chinese girl’s leg.  He told himself that he was merely checking for yet unseen injuries.  But his cock knew otherwise.  And there was a woman among the crash survivors, moderate age, he gauged her to be early thirties.
	He found it difficult to think straight, but what was there to think about?  He knew in his heart and soul that once the “victims” were cleaned up, treated as best as possible--having a bit o’ fun with them would be in proper order.
Unfathomable Darkness & Despair	
	The Van Passengers were not, however, the last decision Carl Mitchell would have to make in regards of introducing them to his dungeon.  After loading Mandy, Charlene, Adam, Jolene, Amber, Vance, Chip, Mitch, Julie, Jin, Carlos, Kalley, and Ms. Kenelle Nohemy, the Mitchell truck was fully loaded--if not OVERloaded.
	Three year old Mandy rode on Carl’s lap, she seemed to have gotten some sort of “attachment” to him.  He didn’t mind.  Charlene and Adam, still confined by their “bracelets” remained quiet; they were highly-highly confused and frightened.  They clung to one another in the floorboard in the cab of the old truck.
	Jolene sat on Chris’ lap--her underpants still crammed DEEP into her asshole.  Amber sat on Vance’s lap.  The boyfriend-girlfriend couple remained quiet, they were confused themselves and it would take a long while to straighten things out.  They had been merely camping (with friends) and gone off to be alone.  It was the last thing they remembered before the chaos of being kidnapped and forced into sexual depravity unknown to man.  Well, moral man, anyways.
	The crash victims:  there was Chip; a nice looking boy of 12ish, blond hair, wearing a soccer outfit.  A nice boy, could easily pass for 13, easily.  Bryan was another youth in a soccer outfit, different color, though.  He appeared to be a year younger and a bit more--scrawnier.  It was the long neck the boy head, lily white skin, super blond hair, boyish charm that made him appear younger and slightly geeky.
	  Carlos was Mexican, about nine years young, blue jersey, short walking shorts, sandals.  A nice looking youth, good looking, on the short side.  Another nine year old was Chinese, Doh Chee.  Flat face, almost squinting eyes, he supported an earring!  He wore pants, corduroys, hiking shoes, and was of average size and weight for his bracket.
	And there were three girls, too.  Julie, Jin, and Kalley.  Julie and Jin were ten-ish, while Kalley was a lovely girl of about seven.  Julie had long brown hair in a single curly pony tail.  The loveliest eyes Chris (or Carl) had ever seen.  A sweet face if ever there was one, very pleasing to the eye she was.  Jin was another Asian, Chinese Mother with Vietnamese Father.  She was kinda on the skinny side, super long dark hair, long narrow face.  She was polite and bashful.  Kalley was blond whose appearance suggested a pedophile’s delight; tight clothes.
	The woman with them was their chaperone, a teacher from the City.  The kiddies all seemed to be going to a camp out, but were late due to the Chaos of the World still reigning, security issues and what not.  So they were late arriving the camping area (somewhere in the area) and they got lost.  How the accident happened was not truly known--could have been a deer darting out into the road or a simple case of the driver getting sleepy.)
	The woman, Kenelle Nohemy, wavered in and out of consciousness.  Chris noted that his dad seemed to take a personal note in the woman.  Not so much as a sexual nature, but as a woman to be in his life.  Chris made a mental note of it.
	Once home Harold was irked that he had missed the adventure.  The part of the seatrain; however, wasn’t fed to him.  Chris would do so at a later time.	Harold was easily elated with the Newbies and gleefully helped carry them into their new home.  Medical care was needed and the rest of the night/morning was spent tending to their care.

                                              *****

	The news of the “accident” was in the news; as was the missing children (i.e. Charlene, Adam, Mandy,) and others known and not known.  The police had no clue.  It was big doings and thus deemed (for the Mitchell clan) to cool it.
	But that was okay, they had enough to keep them entertained…

	Little Mandy had the run of the place, mostly topside in the main house.  (and usually naked)  Suzie Mitchell had to be talked to, explained to, about Mandy.  Mandy was to be treated as a sister--no, a cousin, yeah, that’s it--a cousin who had come to live with them.  This was a security measure so as Suzie wouldn’t go flapping her lips to Shelly (her best friend down the way) and to school mates and whoever else might be listening.
	A few days at least would be needed for the Newbies in the Dungeon to become acclimated to their new environment.  Nothing medically speaking was very serious; bruises, scrapes, a couple of gashes that probably needed stitching but…
	The group from the seatrain debacle kept to themselves, quiet with thoughts to themselves.  The images of their horror continued to fill their mind.  
	Security issues, plumbing, security, comfort, and just the all around unbelievable concept of “acquiring” the bunch in the dungeon gave grave concerns to Carl Mitchell.  Chris was aware and hoped to soothe his father’s worries--telling him basically that they could do what No Balls LaFrost was doing.
	“Er, just not to the extreme of that torture stuff.” Chris corrected himself.
	“Then what?” his dad asked for clarification.
	“Well,” Chris shrugged, “the video stuff, we could do that.  We could put in video monitors and stuff, too.”
	His dad mused over the notion, it had been discussed before but only as a passing thing in the beginning.  But now, now there was a full load in the dungeon.  It was complicated--too complicated for Carl.  It was too much, it was traipsing in serious territory.
	Back to the video thing.
	“What are we supposed to do with the videos?”
	Chris smiled and informed his pop that he had a “contact” in town who would gladly take the videos and return a nice-nice profit.  This didn’t soothe Carl Mitchell but only made him all the more apprehensive.  More dangerous territory.
	Chris continued to soothe his old man, revealing the fact that the contact was the same person of whom he had gotten the Pen Flasher device.  This appeased his father somewhat.
	But there was still a ranch to work, legitimate work to be done before all else.  Chris fired back, “With the video stuff we can almost not have to.  Dungeon videos pay off big, dad.”
	Carl had to mull it over.  He would do it but would be uncomfortable about it.  
	To say the least Harold couldn’t get over it; 13 captives, not counting Mandy.  Thirteen.  Thirteen, in one whack!  Good bunch, too; and an adult on top of that!  It couldn’t get any better.  (yes it could)
	Amber and Vance, with Jolene were the only ones who were totally nude, without any clothing whatsoever.  They were still messed up, frightened by their encounter with the Spawn of Satan, they were not so sure for certain that he was no longer present, they realized that they WERE in a new environment, but it wasn’t much better than before.
	The others were dressed.  Some had soiled themselves in one fashion or another--which prompted Chris and his dad to move right along with their debauchery--after the video cameras were set up.
	There was one bathroom.  It was a large room containing as many as three toilets, three basins, three shower heads, three drains--connected to one main drain to the house’s drain.
	One main entrance into the Dungeon with a secret entrance in the form of a storm cellar entrance.  The Dungeon “cells” were open having virtually no walls but a “back wall” making a cross wall in the middle of the basement.  No beds but bare mattresses on the wooden floor.  
	The air temp stayed relatively cool; Carl considered installing heat and if there would be Dungeonites come the winter he would have to make arrangements for some heating.
	Then there was the business of keeping the Dungeon folk fed.
	That was an unplanned expense.
	A quick video was needed to be produced to recoup expenses.
	Sounded like a plan!

                                                   *****

	Comprehension was elusive to them.  Memories they had plenty but they were scattered an inconclusive.  Barely did they remember their names.  They were familiar with one another but other than that…
	Fear they understood.  They didn’t understood the why of it, Why it was happening to them or for that matter HOW.  It just was.  They were in a fucked situation and that much they knew.  They also knew but didn’t understand Why was that there was shit they could do about it.
	For Kenelle Nohemy, an English woman (from England, yet!) she was the one most with her faculties about her, but there were minced and shouldered with bizarre things she could not understand, let alone comprehend.  She was no better understanding her dire situation than were those she was set in charge of.
	She remembered solely being in a bus, she had turned her head to check the children, and when she turned about to look down the long dark backcountry road--there was the deer darting out across the road.  Charlie hit the brakes locking them up and the big van went into a skid, swerved, and collided with the dazed deer.  It was the last she remembered, save careening off the road, over the embankment, and into the woods.
	How or why she was in a strange new place she couldn’t figure.  Psychology speaking she thought mildly that she was in a coma and this was a dream.  It would soon become a nightmare…
	Kenelle (KEN-E-LEE) watched in some horror and disbelief as kids she knew and didn’t knew began to undress, and there were some who were already undressed.  She noted that no one was restrained, except herself.  She saw that her hands were shackled with old style dungeon shackles outstretched but not “stretched.”  She was still clothed, sitting on a butt rest from a stone wall.  
	Before her was walls crisscrossing one another.  There were be “four” rooms centralized in a great room, but the rooms were missing the other “two” walls to enclose.
	There was no ceiling to these “rooms”, either.
	It looked almost like new construction.
	Kenelle watched as a naked teenage girl (Amber) sat on the naked lap of a teenage boy on a wooden crate.  A small audience of kids she knew and didn’t know sat about loosely watching.  She couldn’t understand why they were not freaking out, giggling, carrying on, or something--anything but just sitting.  They did seem to be fidgety.  She couldn’t figure it.  
	The naked teen boy of which the naked teen girl sat on had an erection.  The erection went slowly into the girl’s vagina.  The boy’s hands went up and down her nude body, caressing her as he slid his teenage bone into her.  They both appeared to be distressed and almost as if they didn’t want to do the deed but--but were unable not to--as if they were under some sort of mind control.
	Some sort…
	It was an act of sex, the teenage boy--and not a bad looking sort, humped the girl good.  The boys and girls sitting loosely about watched with mouths agape, eyes wide, and for the boys--boners sprouting.  Nothing was said, as far as Kenelle knew.  Nothing was done.  She DID look about, trying to see anyone else.  When she did (look around) she received a blinding light of stabbing pain.  It only went away when she returned to looking at the teenage couple engaged in blatant sex.
	Finally the teenage boy orgasmed.  The girl leaned back into him, her legs draped over his.  Everyone saw his teen bone sliding in and out of the teen girl’s poon; their was mixed orgasmic juices flowing, the boy’s balls and all.
	Kenelle was horrified, there were young girls in the crowd, young boys.  She was appalled and dismayed and naught could she do about it but watch.  And there was more, much more, to watch & see.
	The teenage boy’s penis slipped/flopped/plopped out of the girl’s pussy.  There was no denying the joy of engaging in such an act so both teens had their moment.  The girl remained sitting on the boy’s lap while the next phase of “introduction” came to be.
	Chip Whorley stood up.  He had a bandage on his forehead, bruised cheek, a bandaged hand, and stood wavering as he stood.  Then Julie Veeber stood.  She was a cutey, she did commercials, could sing (no dancing), and was in a children’s television program airing on a weekly basis.  The two faced one another and then hugged.
	Then, Julie went to her knees.
	Kenelle couldn’t believe it.  No one was fussing, she herself tried to fuss and call out and wrench in her restraints, but found some sort of odd calming she couldn’t figure.  It didn’t make sense, none at all.
	Julie’s hands & fingers trembled, she gulped and stared wide eyed as she fumbled about undoing Chip’s pants.  The boy stared down at her handiwork, mouth open watching and fidgeting.
	She worked her hand timidly up and down the boy’s slight bulge.
	Everyone watched.
	Everyone watched as Julie managed to unfasten and unzip Chip’s pants and pull them down.  A slight erection could be detected inside the boy’s crisp white briefs.  The lighting in the “room” was not so good, but there WAS a slight pee stain--but a major accident will do that to you.
	Suddenly, Julie was leaning in, pressing her mouth about the slight erection and sucking.  Her hands went to the boy’s ass, firstly caressing the outside of the underwear and then slipping inside to squeeze bare flesh.
	Chip stood freaking out in place.
	Julie wept some, it appeared as if though she was indeed being “forced” to do the heinous deed, but there was no one present forcing her.
	Not a minute was the poor hapless girl into the sucking, she pulled back and allowed to blubber a moment before continuing.  She seemed to manage to get control of her emotions and then cupped Chip’s balls.  The boy’s minor so-so erection had become quite pronounced.
	The young brown haired girl pulled the boy’s underwear down to his knees.  She became eye-to-eye with Chip’s dick.  She stared it--as did everyone else.  Kenelle shook her head, this was impossible--was this a dream?
	Julie gripped the dick with her delicate young fingers, tugged the skin down to the base and opened her mouth.  Everyone gasped and watched as the bulbous head of Chip’s dick disappeared into Julie’s mouth.
	Teeange Vance was hard again, the scene of ten year old Julie sucking twelve year old Chip’s dick was too much not to become aroused.  Amber still occupied his lap.  Whether on their own or just because or coerced Amber rose up and accepted her boyfriend’s cock into her pussy (again.)
	Julie sucked on the head of Chip’s prick, masturbated it, and sucked.  She wept some, gagged some, and had problems emotionally dealing with the insane ordeal--but her lips remained about Chip’s dick.
	…until that is the boy shot his wad.
	A thick gooey glop of boy spunk spewed forth from his prick and splattered into Julie’s mouth.  The girl nearly hurled.  She retched and gagged and spunk matter was all in her mouth and on her face.  Chip stroked his cock, he seemed to be fighting with himself.
	Julie sat back on her heels, sputtering and making awful faces.  Cockucking and the subsequent cum juice was just not her forte.  Poor Chip could do nothing but stand and console his cock, he was greatly embarrassed and the feeling of ejaculation was replaced by the bad vibes.
	Moments later and Julie stood.
	Chip removed his shirt and pants and underwear and stood naked, his cock was slightly drooping and still dripping cum.  Down to his knees he went before Julie.  His hands came to the trembling girl’s ass, smoothing them up and down her legs and back to her ass.  Julie knew what was going to happen--so did everyone else.
	Kenelle shook her head in sorrow and horror.

The Show Continues…
	Down came Julie’s purple panties.  Skin tight they were, nice underwear--she was one of the few who hadn’t soiled them.  Chip had a tough time breathing and his eyes stared wide eyed as the panties he pulled down revealed Julie’s lovely-lovely snatch.  	
	She was a hairless girl, just a few fine hairs beginning to come in.
	Chip’s dick was stiff, again--very stiff.  He blinked his eyes and Julie turned about.  It seemed as if though they were acting on their own by Kenelle got the impression that they weren’t.  She couldn’t explain it, she couldn’t explain any of it.
	Julie weeping some bent over and placed her hands on her knees.
	Chip behind her got a bead eye of her bum.
	He gulped and on his own (apparently) worked his cock, he had to--it demanded attention.  Seconds later he was leaning in kissing Julie’s cheeks, each one, placing a hicky on each soft supple cheek before spreading the girl’s cheeks and licking her asshole.	
	Julie had a tough time, but maintained herself through the harrowing embarrassment.  Chip licked her bung hole a minute or so and then sat back, his cock was extremely stiff.  Julie stood and removed her clothing totally.  She then laid out on them, her young legs opened wide.  Chip moved to place his head down between her legs and begin licking her pussy.
	Chip’s ass danced before Kenelle, his balls and cock dangling so.
	Kenelle was greatly horrified and offended.  Mostly horrified.
	It was then when her mind’s defenses were virtually nil that a peek inside was granted.  It was learned that Kenelle Nohemy was not so clean as one might think.  She WAS a Christian woman, she hailed from a small city outside of London.  She had been in the US a few years.  She had had a few boyfriends in her lifetime, she had managed to remain a virgin up until her late teen years.  
	But she was an avid masturbator and enjoyed being spanked!
	She attended a small private school for girls in the small outside city outside of London, here when any student got into any trouble they had to encounter the Lord High Master of the school--of which he promptly had the girl(s) lay across his lap for a righteous spanking!  Bare handed, paddle, wooden slat were the general implements of discipline--there were others but they were blocked out of Kenelle’s mind and would have to be dug up at a later time.
	During the “disciplining” measures, Kenelle often orgasmed.
	Her panties were often worked down so as to instill the discipline better to get the point across.  It always got Kenelle off.  And thru her teen years she sometimes strove to “get herself into trouble.”
	Other narly forms of naughtiness came in the way of dishing out spankings herself.  She spanked her girlfriends, they spanked her--it was an ass slapping party!
	Any indiscretions?
	Of course!
	She once found herself strangely aroused (sexually) when helping a young fellow with his fellow--he was in the need of a good pee and had zipper problems.  While working the zipper she worked his pee-pee and ergo the arousal.
	She did not participate but watched young people (in their teens) having orgies of sorts, smoking marijuana and doing all manners of sexual debauchery.  She observed, too, a grandfather type giving a bare ass spanking to his granddaughter.  He wasn’t being harsh about it, but the girl did crinkle her toes and wriggle as she was being swatted.  Kenelle had found that she had soiled her underwear during the spank.
	She was very embarrassed and had a tough time dealing with it.
	Again while watching Chip’s balls swinging between his pooched up ass Kenelle fussed with trying to cross her legs to satiate a “sensation” between HER legs.
	Chip moved up between Julie’s legs, his engorged cock resting on her very virginal cunny.  Julie placed her hands onto his ass and he commenced to humping, without penetration.  

	Jin Wo appeared to be very prim and proper, super long silky black hair, flat face, flat body, only her lovely young butt made the only alteration of her being a board.  She held herself in reserve, but was in awe at what had happened regarding Chip and Julie.  Chip had humped himself between Julie’s legs until he ejaculated, the goo was smeared onto his belly, Julie’s pussy and belly, and etc.  
	Chip then did diddle his fingers in the spunk, fingering Julie’s pussy while he did so.  Afterwards they sat up and crossed their legs Indian style and watched the next act.
	Which was Carlos and Jin.
	Jin felt the pressures of something, or someone, coercing her STRONGLY to do what she knew was wrong.  She couldn’t understand it, but wasn’t upset by it, either.  She realized even at her young age (ten) that resistance was futile.  It was far better to comply than not.
	Nine year old Carlos was just dazed.  The Mexican youth stood in awe and wonderment as Jin unlatched his jeans’ belt and slid his jeans down.  He himself had a boner going though little did he actually know why.  Jin complied immediately with the “commands” filling her mind; she leaned in and began sucking on the underwear containing Carlos’ cock.  She worked the smallish organ and cupped his young balls.
	Then she lowered the briefs and repeated the oral treatment.
	Carlos smiled, he was a little alarmed but that was overwhelmed by the insane pleasure from the deed.  His embarrassment was obliterated by Jin’s talented mouth, her hands cupping his bare balls, his bare ass; her mouth lovingly engulfing his pecker, sucking it wholly.
	Jin DID gag some, retch and almost hurl, the very thought of sucking a boy’s dick was kinda appalling.  But she managed to curb the repulsiveness and sucked happily away.
	Carlos was not yet mature enough to shoot ejaculate, but close counts.
	After she had sucked her fill Jin stood.  A mid-thigh plaid green/blue outfit she wore, she stood with her hands to her side knowing what was to come.  Carlos knew, too.  He hesitated.  He blinked his eyes and was a bit confused.  His moral code bothered him, getting a hummer was one thing, but could he undress a girl, and do the things do her she had done to him?
	Sure he could!
	He was hesitant about it but he could do it.
	On his knees he was a little confused about how to carry it off, Jin wasn’t in jeans but a dress.  Up the dress his hands went, touching her backside.  She wore nothing more than panties under the dress, she was very flat--as a board, save for her moon shaped ass.
	Jin helped Carlos with the removal of her dress.  There was a brief moment of emotions, but Jin’s personal discipline kept it in check and she stood in her white panties.
	Carlos sweated, gulped, and fondled his enraged cock.  The command to “take the panties down” came and he complied.  Join trembled some but stared straight ahead to the stone wall that WAS the wall of her prison.  Her lips pursed she seemingly gritted her teeth and was not fully aware of her panties being pulled down or even stepping out of them.
	Barely aware was she when laying down, opening her young legs for all to see her nakedness.  Carlos was beside himself.  Chip had gotten hard, again.  Very hard.  Carlos went down and began HIS task of licking out the young girl-friend.  He tongued her like licking ice cream--as he was told to do like.  His finger plunged into her asshole and her “lips” were massaged with finger and tongue.
	Soon his cock was massaging her cunny, humping without penetrating like Chip had done unto Julie.  And again, though, his immaturity denied him an orgasm.

	Doh Chee was another Chinese boy, flat face, flat body.  A little more color to him, though, very-very tan with a little something “extra” in the blood line.  Short he was, chipper and happy-go-lucky, athletic but more in tune to video games and playing his violin.  
	The youngest of the group (thus far) was the one undressing him.  She had major conniptions and was hard to command due to her high emotional state.  She was NOT a happy girl.  She wailed, stamped her feet, fretted and threw a general hissy fit.
	It was then a tall figure loomed out of the darkness enshrouding the open-walled cell.  He was non-descript--in that none of the dungeonites could remember what he looked like.  He came slowly to the distressed young girl, Kalley (7) and yanked her to his person.  Five hard swats to her clothed butt.  The child only wailed the more.
	So her short jeans were yanked down and five MORE swats were applied.  The child was beyond screaming.  Her panties were pulled down and her bare butt smacked five more times.  She was stripped naked then and there and then the figure was once more absorbed into the surrounding darkness.
	No one moved.
	No one couldn’t.
	Chip wanted too.  So did Vance and Amber, but they were unable to.
	As much as fifteen minutes elapsed before Kalley was emotionally stable enough to complete the task assigned to her.  She was highly confused and still emotionally stressed out.  During her “time out” Doh Chee was undressed by Julie and Jin.  Julie and Jin sucked his cock and balls.
	Then it was Kalley’s turn.

                                                 *****

	Amber Vinteneur came off of her boyfriend’s lap, she trembled some but that was allowed.  She gulped a lot but managed to hold her pose as she was seemingly directed to come before the standing Chip Whorley.
	Amber licked her lips and timidly stretched her hand out, she cupped Chip’s balls.  A moment of this, she began shaking her head, gulping for air and unable to comply.  But she sucked it in, the cock, too.  She fought with herself, struggling with the immorality and dire indecency of the deed.
	(In her mind, though, was brought forward the time she found a lost little boy in the woods.  She consoled him and made him feel better--by sucking his little cock and balls when he had fell onto a limb straddling it.  She also had an encounter with a five year old boy whom she was holding in her arms on a nature walk.  The boy unknowingly began “prancing” on her breasts as they gawked at blue jays and other squawking birds.
	She, too, had an encounter with not one, not two, but THREE precocious young boys, triplets they were.  It was not so long ago, either, she was babysitting and got locked in the bathroom with the trio.  After a time they all needed to “go.”  For the boys it was not a big deal and they did their business while Amber sat in the tub.
	She herself needed to “go” and it came to the point whereas she was no longer able to hold back the flood waters.  The boys took their turn sitting on the rim of the tub facing the wall.  But as soon as Amber began to pee, the boys began to giggle and peek.
	After the pee had actually finished Amber remained on the toilet and after cleaning herself slid her pants and undies further down her legs, opening them.
	“Are you pooping!” asked Timothy, who was six and the spokes boy for the group.
	Amber blushed and shook her ‘No.’
	The boys continued their best to peek, seeing only the profile side of her naked butt.  It was her smile that told the boys that it was okay, okay for them to swing their legs over and face into the room.	
	Toby was the one who shyly made his way with thumbs hooked into his pockets, head down sashaying himself along to come to Amber’s side.  Timothy and Toby followed suit.
	Amidst a lot of giggling and blushing, Amber parted her legs.
	The giggling blushing boys peeked.  Amber adjusted herself so as the boys had themselves a REAL good look.  
	There was a flutter in the Memory Scene, the next scene had Amber at 13 laid out on the floor naked!  Timothy grinding/riding on her with Toby on her face and Tyler on her chest titty fucking her!  It was unreal!
	And that’s what it was--unreal.  It was difficult to discern as to what was the real part and what was not--Chris spent some time and dug around to learn that Amber HAD been locked in the bathroom with the three boys.  But then that was it--the rest was fantasy--what she wanted to happen.)
	She did the deed , sucking Chip’s dick, his balls, and swallowing him wholly.  Chip achieved a mighty boner but couldn’t cum right off.  Not until he was lain between Amber’s legs and his cock IN her.  The sensation of actually being IN a girl’s pussy was beyond compare.  His young face was one of pure awe, mixed with pleasure and another word for pleasure.
	Amber thrashed about some, but managed to comply with the commands to “enjoy” the act.  She gripped the boy’s ass and did so.
	Young Charlene and Adam were left alone, they had been thru enough already--they wouldn’t be messed with right off, but after a time of dungeon adjustment they certainly would be.
	In the interim; Bryan (11yrs) was undressed by Julie and Jin, it seemed to be their task.  Both girls slurped on his schlong, massaged his organ and fondled his balls, caressed his ass, and brought him to a pleasing cum soaking orgasm.  His first.  
	When he began to shoot Julie and Jin had to work the cock so as their faces were anointed with the sticky-icky goo.  Both girls were kinda appalled but did the deed anyways.
	 Vance Copper was ready after the two girls had their faces coated in Bryan’s juice, he was ready to blow but seemed to have been “commanded” to hold off and keep it steady.  Reluctantly he complied and reluctantly Julie and Jin took his phallic and sucked it, sucking him off in quick time.
	Julie vomited.  Jin managed to hold off but the spew in her mouth was most unappealing and she leaned to one side and vomited as well.  Vance worked his cock until all the orgasm was complete.
	What happened next was Vance, fresh from successfully whacking off, went down on Julie and Jin, as well as tongued out Kalley.  Julie clenched her fingers, bit her lip and arched her back as seemingly expert Vance Copper tongued her little pussy.  The boy got into it.  Like Amber, his girlfriend, Vance had ungodly fantasies about making it with young girls.  He had never had the chance, though--but he harbored that if ever DID get the chance he would.
	Not a minute had passed and his cum squirter was hard again.
	He did a good job and desperately wanted to sink himself into her pussy.  But that command would not come.  After licking out Julie until SHE was experiencing something of an orgasm, Vance was directed to lick out Jin.
	Licking out a girl as young as Kalley, though, was NOT on Vance’s list of outrageous sexual deviant fantasies.  He deemed that he would mess with a girl as young as--Julie and Jin.  Any younger than that was just wrong.  But under dire duress he did so.  His cock became harder and harder; Kalley’s young poon was hairless, soft, and thrilled Vance beyond his imagination.
	He got to jam his finger up into her asshole and his tongue into her pussy.  For some relief to his cock he got to lay it against the soft suppleness of the child’s cunny.  His eyes fluttered and he couldn’t contain himself.
	He didn’t care about any possible retribution, he had to cum.  His cock humped the girl’s pussy and very nearly entered her, he knew sinking his dick into the virgin cunt would be sweet--but she was just too young for that stuff--but a hump on the outside of the pussy was okay.  So he did that.  A lot.  Repeatedly until fully coating the girl’s pussy with his love cream.
	Either for his defiance not to come on the girl’s pussy or it wads just another phase of their turgid ordeal, Vance had the horrible task of cocksucking the boys.  Cocksucking was NOT his forte.  Carlos, though, managed to get an erection out of the deal.
	In turn, stressed and freaked out Adam Jones (from the LaFrost--security episode a while back), Chip, Bryan, Carlos worked Vance’s cock into a fury, kissed it and sucked it, sucked his balls, then licked his asshole!  With only Carlos achieving an erection, only Carlos butt humped Vance.
	Everyone watched and everyone was in horror over it, especially Vance and Carlos.
	Surprisingly, Vance had a boner raging when the deed of having his ass packed.  Again he was “commanded” to hold off cumming, or else!  He had no idea what “or else!” would imply and since cocksucking was already the worst thing he ever knew could happen he strove not to piss off whoever was in command of him.
	Then there was Kenelle Nohemy.