August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 25
There and Back Again-Again

	“I think she’s coming around.”
	“Looks like.”
	“Look at her eyes.”
	“Looks like she’s scared shitless.”
	A crack of thunder spilled into the bleak night.
	“I hate to try and move her, she could have a back or neck injury.”
	“That rain breaks loose we could have a bigger problem.”
	“Yeah.”
	More thunder and then a series of brilliant flashes of lightning--followed by a steady down pouring of rain.
	“Told ya.”
	“Bite me.”
	“We’d better move her--just very carefully, get her back to the cabin.”
	“Should get one of the boys to come give us a light, it’s going to get damn dark on us damn quick.”
	The voice went on but began to diminish and become garbled.

                                                           ****

	Ever wake up screaming and then realize you haven’t gone to sleep yet?  Mandy awoke with a startle.  It wasn’t good.  One, there was severe disorientation; two, she strained a back muscle.
	That went well with the numerous hurtie-owies riddling her young teenage body.  Her feet hurt the most.  Then her shins, knees, thighs, and so on clear up to the head--which hurt the most.
	There was a ringing--a constant high pitched whine in her ears, both of them.  That wasn’t good.
	Scarcely could see anything where she was.  Her last remembrance was a bit cloudy and unsound.  Nothing congealed in memory--so it frightened her all the more.  She lay still; letting her senses tell her what she needed to know.  Which wasn’t much:  the air was unpleasant, like mold, along with being dank and musty and seriously unclean.
	Her fingers discovered tattered burlap, decaying canvas.  She lay on something of a bed, it was short and narrow.  She had clothes on, no underwear (still) and no shoes.  Her hair was a mess, but so was everything else.
	Slowly-slowly very slowly her eyes began to make out shapes; like walls, an open door, an open window.  There was a chair that was broken, a small wooden table, debris of this and that all over the place.  She still couldn’t recall exactly WHERE she was or how she came to be there.
	Slowly-slowly very slowly the ringing-whine in her ears diminished.
	A cool breeze drifted in through the open window.
	It was pitch dark outside.  Somewhere a warbling bird warbled.  No crickets, though, or any other nightlife noisemaking creature.  Mandy sat still, still and quiet.
	Slowly she drew her legs up and sat with back against the wall, midway in the middle of the short rinky-dink cot/bed.  Thru the rest of the darkness Mandy sat as such--quiet and still.  Her mind was empty, no thoughts whatsoever.

	Sometime she must of dropped off to sleep unknowingly.  Another startled awakened her.  Gathering herself she looked around slowly.  But there was nothing.  She clenched her legs and then let them slip out over the cot to stretch.  Her stomach growled.  She needed to pee.
	With the light of the new morning it was detailed that she was in a new environment--of sorts.  Her mind was still asleep, those things of recent events evaded recognition.  It was like she had no past.
	The walls of the room she was in was gray, chipped and well weathered boards not well put together and was in the state of simply disintegrating altogether.
	A thick heavy layer of dust lay on all the broken furniture and floors.  Black soot it was actually.  Stepping out of the very small bedroom Mandy stirred up the black soot.  It made her sneeze, fart, and pee.  
	The trickle of urine going down her legs was unpleasant and she began to remove the pants she was wearing--when a noise erupted into the new morning.
	A whistle.
	A train whistle.
	An OLD style train whistle from way long ago.
	Mandy began to sweat.
	Fear gripped her wholly, souly.
	Scarcely could she breath.
	Her asshole clenched up and she gripped the threshold of a doorway to a large open room.  She had seen “rooms” like it before; in old western shows, old western museums.  No one about, a portrait of a naked lady on the wall above the bar.  Broken furniture all over.
	Slowly-slowly very slowly Mandy made her way across the derelict room to the only door.  All the windows were broken.  The air became more and more enthused with an unpleasant odor--it was like--like--cat piss?  Suddenly she was reminded of a friend’s cat, Clorece, whose cat was old and dying and had lost control of its bladder and peed on itself--a lot.  It soiled the blankets it lay on and was kept out in the family garage.  Mandy recalled the odor.  Cat piss.
	There was Johnathon Akers, too; a cute little boy of five with a wak bladder.  He wet his bed (and himself) a lot, too.  Tiffany Bleakers was a seven year old who occasionally peed herself--in her clothes or in her bed.  Mandy had babysat both of them.  She had molested them, too.  With Johnathon she had toyed with his pee-pee, this after stripping him down and wiping him clean.  She sucked him, his bald hairless little nuggets, too.  She squeezed his little ass and made him suck her titties.  Followed by humping on her horny gash.
	With Tiffany it was simple fingering, mutual fingering.
	Then, as it was chanced to happen, Mandy had both Johnathon and Tiffany.  They went to the park and then beyond the park to the river area.  Finding a secluded spot she got the kids to undress.  After that Mandy got the two to have sex; to suck one another and then Johnathon to mount and fuck Tiffany.

	The cat piss smell was overwhelmed by a more distasteful odor, sulfur.  A new fear came to Mandy, seething up from her soul.  Something rumbled thru her body--something rumbled thru the ground.
	Gripped tenaciously by fear Mandy’s thoughts were to RUN!
	She stepped on some broken glass, though, and transferred her fear to pain.  It was short lived, however, as the train whistle once more thundered through the air and rippled thru her.
	Stumbling out into the morning’s light Mandy realized that she was in that village, that rustic old village.  Everything of her “trek” began to fill her, re-fill her.  Again she could hardly breathe it was so intense the images spilling into her mind in no particular order.
	She screamed.
	Seemed the logical thing to do.
	She screamed long and loud and then began to run as if something were after her.  Blindedly she bolted up the small slight hill and stumbled (and fell) onto the train track.  More hurtie-owies.  She reeled in the new pains, not fully realizing that she was sitting in the middle of the track…
	Not until the train whistle blew.
	There was a rumbling in the ground.  The small timber settling rocks jiggled in the vibration.  A horrible-horrendous odor virtually consumed her; her eyes stung with an acridness she had never known.
	Whirling around there it was.
	Lumbering like some behemoth hulk.
	It was HUGE.
	Gi-fucking-gantic!
	“Oh my God!” she said aloud.  It was almost on her.
	At the last second, the very last, she bolted headlong into the foliage never minding the thorns and stickers.  The air of the great monstrous locomotive swept over her propelling her even further into the thicket.  The thunder of the massive steamer vibrated the ground so that saplings and small bushes shook until they came out of the ground.
	She screamed.  Again and again; “Leave me the fuck alone!”
	Sitting up looking thru the foliage she saw the colossal beast lumbering in what was perceived to be “slo-mo.”  slow motion.  It HAD been hurtling along at an enormous speed; now it was in one of those movie-like slow motions.
	Clinging to the side at a door or something on the beastly 1800s train was an engineer.  Typically attired, stout and waving his hand to someone unseen down the track.  There was a clanging of bells, chuffing and ringing, from the train.  Then, the engineer looked out slowly into the thicket where Mandy sat up.
	Mandy COULD not breath.  All breathing stopped.  All thought ceased to be.  The face of the engineer was not there, replaced by a horrendous creature, a grinning skull!
Respite
	How far she traveled she didn’t know.  She paused only a few times to throw up, pull stickers out of her feet and other exposed body areas, then stumble-tumble on.  The forest took on a change, not as lush and more woodsy.  And it was mostly all downhill, too.
	At a creek she came to pause and drench herself, her body and her thirst.  Something to eat would be nice.  But she was kinda too ill for really seriously eating.
	From head to toe there were bruises, cuts, bumps, scratches.  Every fiber of her being was on fire.  In her mind the replay button continuously reset itself--the hideous face of the engineer leaning out of the train.  It was beckoning her to come.  The face was appalling, brackish yellow, a sickly pale yellow with black sunken eyes.  It wore an engineer’s cap, but there were strange wriggly tentacles wavering about poking up from around the skull.  There were, too, two small goat-ish horns on the forehead.
	Mandy knew who he was.  She knew where she was.  “From now on,” she told herself, “stay the hell away from train tracks.”

	Day seemed to wear on forever.  A couple of times where she stumbled and fell, she just lay there; gripping the ground and crying.  This was all so FUCKED up.  She wanted to be home, or anywhere.  Save for Satan’s train.
	Night DID come and Mandy felt compelled for some reason to continue just a bit more.  And at length she caught the drift of something in the air.  Fire!  Smoke!  A campfire!
	Fireflies were in the air, buzzing insects and other nighttime creatures.  Mandy thought this a good sign.  Carefully she tredged on, pausing now and then to listen.  She thought she heard voices, singing?  There was laughter, too.
	The sound of something else suddenly came to be.  A gruffness.  A grunt or groan--something letting others know of its presence.  All was quiet and still thereafter.
	The crackling of a campfire drew Mandy closer.
	And at length she saw its warm flickering light.
	
A Long Day’s Journey Into Nightmare
	A small group of young people sat around a small flickering campfire.  Mandy slowly-slowly crept up.  No marshmallows but something was being cooked on the fire.  There was a conversation in progress:
	“I’m not going back.”
	“Me neither.”
	“I would, but maybe not.”
	“I’m definitely not!”
	One of the speakers shifted his weight and leaned into the fire’s light a bit more, poking the fire and checking the “doneness” of what was cooking on the spit.  The firelight told a tale of horror, on the boy’s face--physical horror.  His face was badly bruised and puffed up, one eye was nearly swollen shut.
	“I hope we can get far enough away.”
	There was silence among them, then; “I don’t think we can ever get far enough away.”
	“We might.”
	“Fuck, my dad wont even really fucking care that I’m gone!” he chuckled and threw something into the fire.
	“My mom will.” said a small voice, a girl’s voice.
	“Mine probably will too, when she calms down--”
	“And needs you to do some crap for her or some shit.”
	“Or to bitch at just because.”
	Silence fell among them again.  
	A log popped and the boy with the messed up face pulled a piece of “meat” off of the spit.  He tasted it, made a face that was not displeasing, nor was it a sign of overly goodness.  It was palatable, though.  He nodded and pulled off another piece.  One by one (and there were three more) the others helped themselves.

	Mandy moved in a little closer.  What cooked on the spit could be a squirrel, rabbit, or possible a bird of some size.  May have even been a fish but it wasn’t shaped as so to keep its form.  
	Night was coming on strong, cold and dark.  No stars, no moon.  Just dark and cold.  Mandy looked upon each of the campers; young they were, eleven-twelve, possibly ten (the girl.)  and there was only the one girl.  Long stringy blond hair, she wore a dress that was faded and tattered and really well worn.  Dirty tennis shoes and a single barrette on the left side of her so-so pretty face.  A nasty scratch on her cheek,  she looked tired and forlorn.
	“Do you think they’ll call the cops out on us?”
	“Probably.”
	“But we’ve got a good head start on them, we can be LONG gone before they get going.”
	“If they don’t use the dogs.”
	One of the lads in a simple stripped shirt gave the one who spoke the previous remark a bad look.  The other lad rolled his shoulders and stared at the flickering flames.
	“Well, fuck,” said one of the boys, “we always wanted to be on our own.”
	“Yeah.”
	“Kinda sucks when it really happens, though.”
	“I aint going back, no way, no FUCKING way.” the boy with the fucked up face.
	“Yep, me neither!” chirped in the stripped shirt boy.
	“Here!  Here!” chimed in the girl.
	“All for one!” blurted in the remaining youth.  He stuck his hand out just above the flames’ heat.  The others placed their hands on his and they all made the typical chant of “one for all, all for one” decree.
	“Wish we could have been more prepared, though.”
	“Could sneak back home--”
	“Could, but I wouldn’t.”
	“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to chance it and get caught.”
	Messed Up Face boy nodded, there was no WAY he was chancing going back. (wherever BACK was.)
	More silence.
	“I think we shoulda put more planning in this.” marked the girl.  She picked her nose then flicked the nose nugget into the fire.
	“Wasn’t much time.”
	“Yeah, spur of the moment kinda thing.  But still…”
	“I aint going back, fuck him.” Messed Up Face Boy decreed, strongly.
	“I don’t think ANY of us are going back.” the boy who spoke looked around to the others just to make sure.  They all nodded their heads as his gaze passed over them.  The boy shrugged, “Well, that’s it, then.”
	“I think I’m going to call it.” said one of the boys yawning.
	“Been a long day for sure.” spoke up another.
	“My dad’s probably still standing on the porch…” piped in the third boy.  All went quiet until a log popped in the fire.  The girl helped herself to another piece of kinda really well done rabbit and two of the boys laid down beside a log.  They had some blankets but not much else, poor planning that was hurried.

	So then there were two.
	The girl did yawn, big and loud.  She stretched unto herself and stared at the fire.  The boy yawned loudly, too.  He was fidgety and after a time stood and stepped off to one side--and began peeing.  The girl shook her head and almost blushed.  She picked for another nose nugget and gave it a fling into the fire.  The boy had finished his whiz and had begun masturbating.
	“You keep doing that and it’s going to beat if off!”  (that’s the whole idea!)
	“Cant help it!” explained the boy.  He giggled and stroked his young thing a little more then commented, “Yer jess jealous ‘cause you cant do it!”
	The young girl rolled her eyes.  “I do so!”
	“Do not!” chirped the boy, “You cant, you don’t got a penis!”
	“I don’t need one!” she declared, “I got one these!” she said happily lifting up her dress, spreading her legs, and exposing her “cookie.”  
	Then chiming back, “And as long as I got one these,” pointing to her crotch, “I can get as many of THOSE (pointing to the boy’s stiffy) as I want!”
	The boy rolled his eyes and continued stroking his member.
	After a moment, though, “So how does a girl--” and he shrugged/rolled his shoulder in a curious manner.
	The girl once more blushed almost, got a semi serious look on her face, licked her lips in considering then, “Well, I just finger it, that’s all.”
	“Finger it?” inquired the boy.  He turned and wasn’t to shy or modest about concealing his prick.
	The girl showing equally the lack of shyness or modesty hiked up her dingy dirty dress and pulled the crotch of her equally dirty dingy panties to one side, exposing her hairless poon.  The boy licked his lips, eyes locked on her naked cunny.
	The girl began to rub her fingers up and down the entrance.
	“Whoa!” he said with a gulp.
	One of the other boys sat up, wiped/rubbed his eyes and looked, too.
	“Son-of-a-bee-atch, Carrie!” he exclaimed.
	The girl giggled, “Aw, come on, you’ve all seen me before!” 
	“Yeah, but--but now it seems different.”
	The third boy sat up, “What’s going on?” he asked sleepily.
	“A jerk fest, jerk, go back to sleep.”
	He didn’t, he rubbed his eyes and looked to see “Carrie” exposing herself and still fingering herself, too.
	A whimsical face came enlighten Carrie, she couldn’t hold back the blush and she stopped fingering herself, but kept her legs open just the same.
	“What?” inquired one of the non-jerking off boys.
	Carrie shook her head to clear it of loose strands of hair.  “Well, I’ve seen you all--you all in your skin…” she drawled and couldn’t continue.
	The boys looked to one another.
	“Yeah, and?”
	“Well,” she eyed the one boy who was still whacking off, “it’s just I’ve never really seen you, Noly, Kiff, doing it like James.”
	Noly (Nolan) and Kiff (Kiff?) looked to one another, grinning big.
	“Sooooo, what are you say--”
	“Or asking?”
	Carrie could hardly contain herself, she somewhat averted her gaze upon James’ nakedly exposed schlong.  “I’m just saying I’ve never seen you two doing what James was doing.)  James had paused whacking his cock and stood with hands on hips like a stereotypical stance of a pirate (with his cock hanging out.)
	“I’ve seen you all peeing and swimming and running thru the woods in your B-suits,” Carrie continued, “but not--” and she giggled, brought her knees together and blushed big.
	“Soooooo, you want us to?” queried Kiff.
	Nolan rubbed the heel of his hand against his crotch, anticipating.
	“If you want.” Carrie said with a shrug.
	Nolan and Kiff looked to one another.  ‘Holy shit!’ was etched onto their young faces.
	Nolan, sandy brown haired with some freckles, approx. 85 lbs and just under 4’10”, slowly-slowly very slowly unzipped his jeans and fished out his penis.  It was already partially stiff.  Timidly he did what came naturally and worked it.  Carrie eyed it, grinning, slowly casting a glance to Kiff standing beside him unsurely.
	Kiff was jabbed in the side by Nolan, ‘Go on, stupid!’ was the unspoken sentiment.
	Kiff looked a little pale, before he didn’t seem to mind going naked or presenting himself with Carrie present, but now he seemed reluctant.
	“Come on, dumb ass!”
	“Shut up!”
	“You want me to take off mine?” Carrie asked.
	Kiff looked like a frightened deer in the headlights…
	One cock-two cock-three cocks hard!
	Kiff not only had his schlong out jerking it, his pants and underwear were at his ankles.  He had his shirt up and was happily cranking away merrily.  Carrie starred at the naked dong, eyeing it as an after dinner treat.
	James and Nolan worked their dongs, Nolan taking his shirt off and James undoing his jeans and taking them off.  One by one all three boys stripped off to their “skin.”
	Carrie slipped off her dress and slid her panties down to her ankles.  She parted her legs and let the boys have a more up close and personal gander at her snatch.
	‘Kiss it.’ suggested strongly the unseen Mandy.
	It was just a suggestion--she didn’t know if it would be received, or perceived or what.  And when the young Nolan DID kiss Carrie’s naked cunny, it still wasn’t known if Mandy’s thought had actually been conveyed.
	‘Kiss it, lick it--lick it like an ice cream.’
	Nolan did that, too.

	From kissing to all out fingering.  Vaginal and anal finger-tonguing and exploration.  Nolan, James, and Kiff taking their turns in turn.  Then, 
	‘Suck him, them.’ strongly suggested Mandy--still not sure if she was coercing the kids or were they working on their own.
	Carrie DID suck the boys, she eyed their nakedness, fondled their balls and then engulfed their little puds for a full suck.  Carrie, too, was “conveyed” to ball washing, as well.  The boys liked, a lot.
	Thereafter it was the ultimate nasty.
	James came first.  He was shy and needed lots of special “encouraging” conveyance from the still unseen Mandy.  His little puddling kept slipping out of Carrie’s pussy.  He lay fully on her and humped, very-very unschooled that not even natural instinct helped.
	Thankfully his buddies didn’t ridicule him, they were too enthused with the watching him and Carrie and playing with themselves to really notice that the boy was not so good at the task.
	Nolan came secondly.  And he came, too--
	Kiff lay on the girl(friend), humping her fresh fucked cunny without actually penetrating her.  He took his time and needed the least encouraging.  He had fucked before.  He sat up and dragged his cock up and down Carrie’s poon, stuffing it just enough to conceal the head of his prick.
	Carrie herself got some enjoyment out of the deal--but seemed somewhat lacklustered about it just the same.  Mandy couldn’t help notice, too, the lack of vaginal bleeding.  Was Carrie a slut?  Or a virgin?  Again, Mandy recalled several times where it seemed as though the girl getting doinked for the first time didn’t bleed.  Even very young girls.
	One by one the boys all fell to sleep, worn out from their shagging.
	Carrie stepped off to one side and piddled.
	She returned to the fire and warmed her backside, then faced the fire and examined her pussy while standing.  She then flicked another nose nugget into the fire, farted, then curled up by the boys and went to sleep.

Friendly Farts and Other Bubbles of Life
	Did she space?  She remembered lightly watching the kids sleep.  Her mind slipped a gear and she was suddenly on those tracks--THOSE tracks, facing down the lumbering 1800s steam locomotive--it’s massive single eye blaring into her soul.  The Engineer leaning out of the cab giving her the finger--no, not THAT finger, the other finger; the beckoning finger.
	Then, it was early morning.
	The campfire was down to coals.  There was a slight chilliness in the air and not much warmth from the once blazing campfire.  How much time exactly had passed Mandy didn’t know.  
	And the campers were gone, too.
	‘Oh well.’ Mandy said to herself.
	She stood and seemed as if in a dream state of being, she felt odd and not quite herself.  She took a step.  She saw the log of which the kids had snuggled against.  There was the now burnt rabbit, and tracks of where the kids had gone off.  A bird tweetered.  Mandy managed to pop her neck, she couldn’t recall the last time she had been able to do that.
	Taking another step there was suddenly a strange wave of nausea overwhelming her.  It was more of a “displacement”.  She didn’t care for it.  It almost made her retch.  Somehow she managed to hold off doing so.
	Looking around to get her bearings there was sparse woods all about, it looked to be like the Fall of the year.  A crummy dirt road ran between a pair of very weathered not well put together gray picket fences.  There was a house with a wrap-around porch.  The porch sagged, the whole of the porch, the roof and flooring all sagged.  The railing that surrounded the porch sagged and appeared to be very questionable in support purposes.
	The house, too, like the fences, was gray and heavily weathered and worn.  There were other homes not too close in similar shape and fashion.
	There was evidence of habitation, though--as opposed to the previous area of buildings Mandy had been to.  There were vehicles present, as well.  Strange vehicles, from a different time period--HUGE vehicles Mandy guessed from the 1950s.
	She saw people.  Kids and adults at the other houses, dogs and cats, chickens and goats.  Nothing seemed--odd or out of context.  She wondered about the kids, James--Nolan-KIFF-and Carrie.  Popping her neck again she took some precautionary steps along the fence, pausing at the mailbox.
	Suddenly there was a scream.
	A child-like scream.
	Mandy suddenly felt that overwhelming sweep enveloping her, drawing her.  At first she resisted but then felt almost compelled and let herself “go”.
	Mandy saw herself traveling, fast--quickly.  She wasn’t moving on her own but being drawn at an amazing rate of speed; she couldn’t see left or right of her--the scene left and right was blurred, or run together like runny paint.  Only straight ahead.  The house came rushing at her and suddenly she was inside.
	She couldn’t explain it--and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to.
	She could turn and look at the various rooms; but still could only see straight ahead of her.  There was a messy living room, cluttered and ill-kept up.  It was drab and virtually lifeless.  The kitchen was in need of attention, too.  There was a small hallway and some rooms left and right.
	Then there was another “scream.”
	Made felt pulled/pushed/drawn to its source.
	Violently a man busted out of a room (bed) hustling a young girl into the hallway, smacking her up against a clapboard paneled wall.  She wore a short dingy flowery dress, short dark hair, and all of only about ten.  The man was wiry, pissed off, ragged hair and a wild look in his pissed off face.  Violently he pinned the girl against the wall and wailed on her with his hand, screaming at her in a slur of profane abuse.
	It was dark in the hallway, no light whatsoever.  It was daylight outside, just no proper lighting to shed or cast light on the terrible scene in the hall.  But it got Mandy’s ire just the same.
	“Leave her alone, asshole!” Mandy said.
	No, wait--she hadn’t said it, she thought it, but hadn’t said it.  Had she?  Suddenly there were others in the hall, boys.  One rushed the man and the man threw the young girl to the floor, then lashed out at the attacking boys.
	One boy got flung up against the wall and punched HARD in the stomach, then kneed in the groin.  He went down and stayed down, vomiting.  Another boy tackled the man and he too was flung to the wall then pummeled relentlessly.  Another boy rushed in but was no match for an adult man who was extremely pissed off.
	With the boys incapacitated, the man vented his rage on the hapless girl cowering on the dirty wood floor.  She was dragged by her hair into a room, a bathroom.
	“Git yer frigging fuckin’ ass up, bitch!” yelled the man vehemently.
	He smacked the girl around some, tossing her to the old antique bathtub.  The girl cried, sobbed, choked, sputtered and clung to the tub.  The man closed the door and eyed her.
	It was Carrie.
	It was CARRIE!
	The door shut and Mandy was still in the hall.
	She tried to move but couldn’t.
	She tried again.  And again.  She seemed to be “stuck.”
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Mandy griped.  
	One of the boys moved to a sitting position.
	James!
	Kiff sputtered blood and held his severely aching balls.
	“Motherfucker!” he sputtered.
	A scream came from the bathroom.
	“He’s going to fucking kill ‘er!” cried out Nolan.
	James crawled up the wall to a standing position.  His face was fucked up (again), he shook his head to clear it and bashed his young ighty pound body against the closed door.
	He slumped to the ground favoring his shoulder.
	Again Mandy tried desperately to “move.”
	“Goddamn it, we gotta DO something!” bellowed Nolan.
	“Go get help!” said Mandy.
	Another horrific scream erupted from the bathroom.
	Determination finally won over and Mandy “moved.”
	Not as much as she hoped, she was closer to the bathroom, standing somewhere in front of the slumped boy at the door.  But she COULD see INTO the bathroom.
	Up against the tub Carrie’s dress was up--and her thin well worn panties down.  The man had his belt out whipping her bare ass and thighs.  Mandy screamed out, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
	To wit the man screamed back, “Shut the fuck up out there!”
	The girl screamed and wriggled and the man landed two more as hard as he could smacks to her bareness.  Mandy tried again to get into the room, but couldn’t.  She screamed a horrendous batch of obscenities and at last got the man’s attention.  He whirled about and threw open the door.  His rage was enormous; he grabbed one boy by the ear and another by the foot and dragged them into a bedroom--and promptly beat the crap out of them.
	Nolan got flung onto a already thrashed bed, his jeans jerked down and the man with his belt wrapped about his hand with a few inches out for whipping, whipped the boy mercilessly.
	James and Kiff rushed the man as best they could.
	The man tossed them off as he would dander.
	They boys were persistent, though, they rushed him repeatedly.  Finally the man stopped whipping Nolan and turned his attention onto James and Kiff.  Kiff got hauled up by the throat and launched thru the window.  James got backhanded and then stuffed into a closet.  The door was shut and locked.
	Nolan had crawled under the bed.
	The man didn’t care, he brusquely walked out of the room and back to the bathroom.  Mandy cursed herself for not trying to again get to Carrie.  But for some unknown reason she couldn’t, it was like she was welded to the floor.
	She was able to move slightly, just enough so as she could see the horror in the bathroom.  Carrie hadn’t moved, she had crawled into the tub and lay in a fetal position.  Her step-daddy yanked her out of the tub and thrust her across the toilet, ripping her dress off as he did so.
	“Don’t you fucking move, bitch!” he warned her.
	He then lowered his pants and boxers.
	Carrie whined, sobbed, cried--then was sodomized.
	Carrie had to hold her own cheeks open as her new daddy crammed his manhood into her.  The girl screamed and then couldn’t scream no more.  The man rammed all of his cock into the child’s asshole and began fucking her therein.
	Mandy was pissed--she screamed at the man but it did no good.
	Suddenly, the bathroom door flung open--it hadn’t been locked the second go.
	“Get the fuck away from her!” came a stern firm voice.
	James.
	The man chuckled, “Why you fucking little puissant!” he turned his head back over his shoulder and fixed his eyes on the boy.
	Then on the double barreled shotgun in his trembling hands.
	“Now-now,” the man stammered some.  He had stopped sodomizing Carrie, “now you hold on just a--”
	BLAM!
	The shotgun blast jolted even Mandy!
	The man received the first blast to his shoulder and face.  Up at such close range the man was whirled about and collided with the sink.  He clung to it.  “You sorry piece of--” he bellowed in angered defiance.
	BLAM!
	The second barrel opened up, striking the man square in the chest.

	Harold Demar slumped to the floor in a bloody meaty mess.  James clicked the trigger once more.  But it was only a double barrel, not triple.  Seethed up anger filled the boy wholly.  His eyes were fixed on the man, he definitely wanted him dead.  
	Nolan and Kiff stumbled up into the room.
	“Holy shit, dude!” uttered Kiff.
	“Get her outta here!” James said somehow managing to keep his voice together.
	“We gots to get the fuck outta here, too!”
	Plain white trash people in a backwoods atmosphere, circa 1950s, a new daddy making life hell for a young white trash girl.  The boys grabbed the naked girl and hustled her out the broken bedroom window--just as the front door of the house was slammed open and men folk came barging in to find Harold Demar fucked up beyond repair--and very-very dead.

Interesting Case of Psychosis You’ve Got There…
	It loomed up on her quickly; the air stunk horribly with the putrid odor of sulfur.  She gagged and her eyes watered so she couldn’t see clearly.  She could hear and smell and “feel”, though.  She could hear a great rumbling roar quickly consuming her.  The very air about her imbued with jillions of horrendous funk.  It was overpowering and made her uncontrollably retch (if not gag.)
	And she could feel.  She could feel the very ground and air about her trembling with outrageous vibrations.  There, too, was the overwhelming presence of something wickedly evil.  
	The stench alone was overpowering, but the unbelievable presence of something wickedly evil was more so.  More so.  The rumbling eruption was equally devastating.  She was screaming--or so she thought, she wasn’t sure.  She felt as if she were screaming, but she couldn’t hear herself.
	There were voices again, strange voices but almost familiar.  Almost.  
	Kind voices at first, overshadowed then by a more sinister voice, a single voice.  Mandy suddenly see all around her a forest, a forest afire!  T blazed hot and there were peoples!  People on fire running amok screaming, falling down and turning to a black dust that ran deep blood red that formed an ooze of hideous sickly yellow and then a charred vile blackness.
	Mandy screamed more, she felt her throat and chest singing with the intensity of the heat.  “Son-of-a-fucking bitch, somebody help me!”
	She fell to her knees, the heat, the stench, the horror of it all consuming her.  But something was even more alarming.  She noted the cold steel train track.  A new fear consumed her.  “Oh my God!” she said aloud--or to herself.  She choked and felt violently ill.
	Turning her head just so there was the train.
	‘How the fuck did I get back here!?’ she bitched.
	Leaning out of the cab again was the Engineer.  The same sickly grotesque skull, grinning stupidly (if not sadistically) at her.  The massive mighty train rumbled slowly-slowly very slowly passed her, grumbling to a stop.  The steam venting from it swept over her and temporarily blinded her and blocked the view of the cast iron hulk.
	The steam dissipated and Mandy looked up.  There was the steel steps to the cab’s interior.  On the top step stood the Creature, the Devil she presumed.  HE clung to a rail and leaned down, long sickly yellow extra length arms with tremendously HUGE hands that ended with extra long fingers curved into claws reached out for her.\
	Not in as for a “grab”, per se, but as in an “offering”, an extending a hand up.
	Mandy reared back, the hand/arm came within bare inches of reaching/touching her.  “Get the fuck away from me!” Mandy called out.
	The Devil smiled, as if a Skull could, it nodded its head, the mouth opened and a black cloud spilled out.  The cloud drifted about and Mandy was once more consumed by the train’s steam.  Only momentary, the steam cloud vanished listlessly and the black cloud from the Devil lingered just above her.  From out of it wafted down a piece of paper.
	A ticket.
	Like a concert ticket.
	It fell into Mandy’s hand.
	Her eyes could barely leave the horrible face of the Devil.  But at length she did.  In her hand was a dingy yellow 3x3 square ticket with fancy lettering.  None of which she could read.  Black letters, red letters.  Slowly, though, very slowly, the letters began to form into words Mandy COULD read--and wished that she could not have.
	  		This Ticket Entitles the Bearer Mandy Kaseman to a 
			One Way Trip to an Enchanted Land
			Present Ticket to Engineer for Acceptance
			No Refunds or Return Trip
			Ticket Price  One Mandy Kaseman Soul
			Coach Seating Only
			Duration of Stay  Forever

	Mandy felt intensely ill.  She retched and felt dual emotions--sadness most of all.  She regretted briefly her past indiscretions.  She regretted her involvement with the molesting of the young ones in her care.  She regretted hating Kristy and other girls.  She regretted not being a better person.
	She looked up to the hellish dark eyes of the lingering leaning Creature Engineer.  It nodded to her, almost bowing and cocking its head in a feeble gesture of polite mannerisms.  It’s elongated hand turned palm up.  No “meat” on the whole of the extended arm, just sickly yellow bones fraught with gray and black spider webs.
	The fingers stretched out trembling like.
	The great massive locomotive continued to chuff while idling, waiting.  Repugnant black smoke puffed out of its single smoke stack soiling the air and blotting out the day.
	The hand began to close, then opened again.
	It was waiting for something.
	Mandy looked down to the ticket laying in her hands.
	‘Bullshit.’ she said to herself.  
	“BULLSHIT!” she said a lot, “Fuck you and your train, too!”
	The Devil Engineer took on a sinister appearance.  It snarled, as if a skull could snarl.  The Devil reared back and then leaned down quick, opening its maw and casting out another horrendous billowing black ash smoke cloud.
	It covered Mandy.  She reeled and fell backwards.
	The ground beneath her was hot.  Hellishly hot.  She was singed and saw strange sickly bloody red tendrils like vines bursting out of the ground securing her.  The tendrils were thin and were so blood red they were near black in color.  Sinewy they bound her tight immobilizing her.
	Slowly-slowly very slowly the Devil Engineer descended the steps of the train.  He wore the typical train engineer’s cap and even bib overalls.  He was just exceedingly fucking tall.  Thin and wiry, too.  Limber, hunched back, and no skin.
	Muscles, though, as it approached Mandy saw what appeared to be something like muscles forming on the creature, blood red like the tendrils holding her.  A wicked-wicked tongue flicked out of the Creature’s mouth.  Fangs dripped sickly yellow ooze.  
	The Creature came to stand gawkingly at her feet.  It cocked its head, flicked its tongue, then shed its clothing.
	“Oh nooooooooo!” cried Mandy.  She gulped but was choked by the putridness of the unpleasant air.  She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think.  She wailed, though.  She tried ripping herself out of the dire predicament she was in but was very well held fast by the vine-like tendrils.
	The Engineer stood almost upright.  Along its shoulder were jagged bones, bumps and holes lined its limbs, and in some of the holes wriggled something like long spiny worms.
	Slowly down to its knees the Devil went, its hollow blank eyes set on Mandy’s face--until it was finally DOWN to its knees.  It then set its gaze upon Mandy’s body--specifically her poon pie.
	She didn’t know when she had become “undressed”, but she was.
	The Devil leaned down and its huge cow-like tongue worked her vagina.  It was a rough tongue, much like a cat’s tongue and the doings of the Creature to her was not kind or pleasant or anything of the such.
	Mandy could fee the devilish tongue working into her.  It was huge, humongous, and strong.  It felt like there were barbs on the tongue, they were ripping the inner lining of her pussy to shreds.  There was nothing that she could do but endure.
	The endurance would take on a new level for the young teen.  The Devil Engineer suddenly finished its cunnilingus and sat up.  It leered at Mandy.  “I have been waiting for you, Mandy Kaseman.” 
	Mandy clenched at the tempered ground.  The Creature came  up between her pulled apart and held fast legs.  Mandy could just move her head some, allowing her to see the Devil’s schlong.
	“Oh fuck no, you’re not putting that thing in me!” she cried out in weak defiance.
	The Devil laughed a monstrously almost melodic evil laugh.
	The cock of the Devil was long, horse length, 18 inches or so.  It was hideous to behold, sickly green with worm-like tendrils at the base.  No pubic hair.  A huge mammoth set of testicles.  The cock was enormously huge with cock head.  The Devil grinned and pressed the massive crown to the girl’s entrance.
	No penetration--not yet.  The Creature moved the phallic up and down the crevice--seemingly teasingly in manner, gently poking the bulbous tip into the girl’s cunny--then back out again to glide up and down.
	Then it was going in.
	Mandy’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as the pain inflicted was beyond comparison.  She tried to scream but couldn’t.  she felt the very fiber of her being being torn apart, shredded.
	The Devil made penetration, part way--pulled out and slapped the giant cock onto the girl’s belly.  It then grabbed her at her ankles and wrenched them up--ripping the tendril vines that had been holding her.  Then, using its cock, spanked her.
	With a crocked bony finger Mandy’s asshole, too, was violently penetrated.  

Rude Awakening

	How long it lasted (the sexual violations) Mandy didn’t know.  She lay in a heap, though, choking and heaving uncontrollably.  All about her were lost souls screaming in agony, withering to a gruesome pile of festering pus.  Tendril-like vines snaked out from the pile of a once human to seep into the ground and be gone.
	Straddling her stood the Devil Engineer.  His massive fuck pole touching her between her breasts.  Mandy couldn’t remember if the Creature had raped her fully or what.  Her mind was kinda jumbled.
	The Creature DID begin dancing his penis on her breasts, then against the sides of her face.  She managed to keep her mouth closed--which only infuriated the Engineer.
	It gloated a moment and then stood--a sound like breaking bones or something similar could be heard.  The great demon stood sneering and stood some eight-to-ten feet tall.  Its schlong dangled down but no longer rested on Mandy’s body, hovered some four feet above.
	The Devil shook his massive dong, stroked it at the base and spread his stance a little wider.  Mandy didn’t know what was up.  She waited.  Her asshole seriously-seriously hurt.  Her pussy stung with pain.  The ground beneath her seared her naked flesh.
	Suddenly a torrent of searing hot liquid spewed out of the massive schlong.  It coated Mandy’s body and the Devil began to laugh boisterously.  Mandy tried rolling but to no avail.  The urine lathered her and tingled like acid.  More of the devilish piss splashed on her and she began to choke.
	The horrible cock head came into her mouth and a gusher of pee nearly drowned her.  Mandy choked and sputtered, she shook violently and then WAS shaken.  She could no longer see.  All of her senses were gone, taking her mind with them.

                                                         ****

	“Watch out, dude, I think she’s gonna hurl!”
	“Roll her on her side.”
	The retching came, there was a terrible-terrible headache, a searing-searing pain in the back of her head--it felt as if it were inside as well as out.  She was dizzy, extremely disorientated.  Every fiber, every one, in her being was ablaze with pain and much anguish.
	Not seconds, moments, or minutes were needed before some semblance of calm and normalcy return--an hour.  An hour and a half specifically.  (or something close like that--time was actually meaningless, just go with it.)
	A burning sensation was still in her throat.  She couldn’t speak.
	Blinking her eyes hurt, too.  There was light.  A diffused light, pale but bright just the same filled her eyes.  Then there was something shielding her eyes from the brightness.
	“Are you okay?” spoke a voice.
	Mandy couldn’t quite make it out.  It seemed familiar, but she wasn’t sure.  The effects of her torment still filled her, seethed within.  She choked and retched some more.  She WAS rolled over onto her side and a flood of puke spilled out of her mouth.
	“God Almighty damn!” said someone.
	“That’s fucking gross!”
	“Give her some water, dumbass.”
	And water DID come to her.  She drank some and washed out her mouth some.  More water came to wash her face.  She did begin to feel better.  It would take a deal more time before she was back to herself.

	Her asshole, throat, and definitely her head still hurt and ached--but she was better.  That was so long as she was laying still.  Moving infuriated her system, every fiber--every one, burned.  Her fingers and toes hurt the most.  Then her teeth, teeth and tongue!
	It took a great deal of effort to sit up, finally she did, with help.
	It was Nolan.  His hair nearly concealed his face on one side, but he was cute/handsome and cheerfully/friendly just the same.  James was on the other side of her.  Walking up from some bushes came Nolan and Carrie.  They carried wood and a pail of water.
	Mandy choked and sputtered.  Acrid stuff came to her nose and tickled her--but not in a good way.  Getting her breath took a little doing, getting her bearings took more.
	Looking around slowly-slowly very slowly Mandy saw sparse woods, cedars mostly.  Bushes aplenty, shrubs and giant boulders.  It was near dusk, a slight chill in the air.
	She tried to speak but found that not quite possible.
	James offered her a tin cup of water.
	“Hi, are-are you feeling better?”
	Mandy blinked her eyes several times, felt the need to pee, or possibly fart--or poop.  Her eyelids hurt, too.  She wanted to speak, to ask questions--but the ability seemed to be lost to her.  She accepted the water and it was good.
	It helped.  It also stung and was extremely chilling going down.
	“Uhm, I-I’m James.” the boy said.  He introduced the others.  The light of day grew darker, Carrie squatted to one side of the fire, legs kinda open revealing the fact that she wore no panties.  The need to pee and or poop/fart continued to press on Mandy.
	“You had a big fall.” said Nolan.
	“Yeah, we saw you come down that hill.”
	‘What hill?  What fall?’
	“You don’t remember, do you?” asked Kiff.
	Mandy shook her head, an indication that she DID understand them, she just couldn’t communicate with them.
	A crack of thunder frightened the bejesus out of them all.  Mostly Mandy--who had visions of a terrible-terrible place she had just recently been.  The others rolled their eyes, “Great!” “Terrific!”  “Perfect!” the boys drawled dryly.  “Just what we need.” added Nolan.
	“Man, we’re right out in the open.  Shit!” James bitched.
	“I think I saw a cave back by the creek.” Carrie piped up.
	“Let’s go.” said James.
	Mandy needed some help; standing and walking she was not quite capable of handling on her own.  The boys helped her, James and Kiff, Nolan and Carrie went ahead and they just barely made the boulder-cave before a sudden downpour from the Heavens.
	No one spoke for a while.
	“Going to try for a fire again?” someone asked.
	Nolan tried, but not with much success.

	It rained.  It rained and rained and then poured.
	“This kinda sucks.” said Kiff.  Mandy awoke in the early dawn, stiff and sore all over.  Her mind--her mind was fraught with tremendous confusion.  It sounded like a deafening roar erupting continuously in her ears.  Her vision was a little blurred and she still lacked the ability to speak.
	The chill of the morning rain kinda helped.  One by one the kids woke up, yawning, picking a nose nugget, and farting.  None were too pleased with their current situation.  They were hungry, thirsty, ill-prepared for adventure in the great outdoors.  It basically sucked wind.  Basically.
	An hour, two hours, three--Mandy felt mixed feelings in concerns about her body.  Moving her head was the worst.  Sticking it out into the cold downpour helped.  But she feared other problems would result.
	“We cant stay here.” she finally managed to say after another hour or so had elapsed.
	The kids knew this, too.
	She didn’t wonder (or care) about how it was that she was being able to interact with them--she was just kinda glad that she was.  That being alone crap was crap!

	Sometime in the hour after noon the rain let up.  It left the woods really-really wet.  It was cool and cold.  The matches the boys had were useless.  No food, no water, no proper clothes for the environment.  
	Nolan made a tag in a tree limb by the cave-boulder--this as the gang gathered themselves and began to leave.  “Just in case.” he said with a shrug.  Mandy nodded, her brief stint in the girl scouts told her it was a good idea.  Kiff and James flanked her to support her as she was still very unsure of herself in the manner of walking.
	Surprisingly considering the conditions, themselves, the conditions, they managed to travel pretty far.  They came to a gully and traveled down its concourse--pausing every now and then as they did so.
	Mandy finally shared her name.  The kids were all very curious about WHERE she came from.  Mandy was equally curious about them, where they were and all that.
	There was much that was unsaid.  There were options.  Mandy didn’t know WHAT the fuck was going on, or where she was.  None of it made any sense.  None whatsoever.  She lightly hazarded the thought of trying to find some sort of help; if not for herself at least the kids.
	It was then Nolan spoke up from somewhere ahead.  “Hey looky what I found!”
	The group merged thru the brush to find what he had found.
	Train tracks.  Train tracks and a push handcart.
	Mandy locked her eyes on the tracks.  They were rusted.  Really really rusted.  It was a “spur”, an offshoot from the mainline.  And the “mainline” was buried, concealed, non-functional a few feet away.  But Mandy didn’t care.
	“No tracks!” she said vehemently.
	The kids were okay with it and they trudged on.

Homily Sweet Homily
	Strangely, they walked merely a hundred yards or so, maybe two, and came upon a derelict home.  It appeared abandoned.  Its construct was of the same similar makeup as the other many buildings Mandy had encountered.  No fences, no out buildings.
	No life.
	It didn’t look too appealing--but then, neither did standing out in the open, wet, tired, hungry, etc., etc.  Nolan eased up to the porch first, peering in thru the grimy stained windows.  A screen door barely hung on its very rusted hinges.  Slowly-slowly very slowly the boy boy-handled the screen door open and stepped into the inside.
	A large room presumably the living room.  It was thrashed.  Broken old-old furniture long beyond usefulness.  There was, however, a fireplace.  Nolan and James set about trying for creating a fire within it.
	Mandy managed with Kiff and Carrie.
	There was a kitchen and a backdoor with a small porch/deck.
	A hallway that was really cluttered with furniture and unknown type crap.  A bathroom, a bedroom, a locked door, an open closet, and another bedroom.
	The kids entered into the kitchen.  It was the least “cluttered” room in the house!  It had a pot bellied stove, lots of storage, no refrigerator.  In a pantry there were food stuffs in sealed tins, cans, and wooden boxes.  Food!  Crackers!  Jars of fruit!  The juices of the jars of fruit were welcome, too.
	It was a beginning.

	With a blazing fire, canned peaches with their juice, life was good.
	The gang settled down for a long needful rest.
	Thru the night their were occasional trips to the backdoor to “commune” with nature.  The hall bathroom was dysfunctional, it had a toilet for sure, and a tub--but neither had the needful “water supply.”
	In the morning Mandy noted a bucket.  She had to note another bucket as the first wouldn’t hold water.  A galvanized pail actually it was.  Nolan had found a creek of water and the bucket served as necessary water for cleaning their bodies.  Mandy slowly returned to some sort of being normal.
	A day was needed in cleaning the bathroom.
	The boys scoured the outer areas of the house, then cleaned up the living room of its debris--mostly the broken furniture would serve a sacrificial means.
	Nothing out of the ordinary, polite light conversations and general small talk.  Mandy DID note when the boys took a piss break, they DID fondle themselves during and after.  It was a beginning.  Mandy felt herself in a yearning mood.  Fresh young cock would be just the trick.  And she was mildly sure that they were horny for her.  They were kind and caring and not overly sexed up to jump her bones.
	On a dreary raining late evening the group came to snuggle under some old ratty thin blankets.  A grate had been created by the boys to place in the opening of the open fireplace hearth--to keep the popping wood from jumping out and setting someone and everything on fire.
	Previously in the day the pail of water had been heated and poured into the freshly scrubbed clean bathtub.  This allowed for bathing.  None of the others seemed too enthused, part of that was just being typical kids.  
	When the water was just right, Mandy made no bones about it, she stripped off her clothes and wished for new ones, but would make do with the grubby ones.  It was just the thought of a nice clean body getting back into dirty clothes.  She would deal with it later.
	Carrie and Nolan were present.  Carrie handed the naked Mandy a cruddy bar of soap, Nolan had scrapped most of the outer crude off it and it was suitable for doing a mild job of cleaning body grime.
	He shyly and timidly and modestly averted his eyes from Mandy teenage naked body.  Mandy thought he was cute.  Carrie eyed Mandy, too; she was bigger, older--her “parts” were more defined.  Mandy smiled at her then slipped/eased into the bath.
	Carrie stayed for a moment or two, maybe three.  She then scurried out.  Mandy lingered in the bath and felt somewhat human.  She forced her mind to block off all that had previously happened to her.  She did not want to dwell on it, in no way no how.  She didn’t want to think of how it was she was interacting with the kids.  Was this still a part of her psychosis?  Another facet to whatever was initially happening to her?  Was this all still in her head?
	Quickly she shook her head to clear.  She wasn’t going to have it, she dunked herself under the water and continued with her bath.

	There was a water change, more hot water.  But not until a slightly disgruntled Mandy dunked her clothes into the soapy bathwater.  It wasn’t as good as a washing machine could/would do, but close counts.  She asked for and received a blanket from the from the front room.  She had asked James who she had found lingering in the hall after bringing a fresh pail of hot water.  Carrie brought the blanket, though.  She was giggling and smiling.
	“What?” Mandy asked for clarity.
	“You’ve given the boys all woodys.” 
	Mandy shook her head, “Boys!”
	Carrie giggled and smiled.
                                                       ****

	At the fireplace she snuggled to herself.  Outside it had come a new rain.  Mandy had expected the rain to come thru the roof and ceiling, if not the very walls.  Strangely, though, the interior of the ramshackled shack remained dry--and warm.
	One by one the kids took their baths--on their own.  Mandy noted that Nolan and Kiff were absent together.  Carrie took one, too, and during so James was so noted as not present.  He WAS seen carting pails of water to and from the fireplace--on one occasion Mandy observed that the lad was “wet” and just in his dirty jeans.
	Once everyone was stinky free there was the snuggling under the so-so blankets.  Silence came to them, it had been a long-long day.  Gathering wood, affixing an iron grate to the fireplace, fetching water, scrubbing this and that and so on.
	Mandy was naked.  She hadn’t any spare clothes to put back on, her own clothes mostly clean were drying on the brick foot of fireplace.  So were James’, Nolan’s, Kiff’s, and Carrie’s.  it meant everyone was naked under the covers.
	“Yer giving the boys woodys!” Carrie had giggly said.
	Lightly Mandy frigged herself.  An image began to form in her mind, a sense of evil began to creep forth.  ‘NO!’ she almost shouted aloud.  ‘Fuck off--and die!’  She snuggled against James.  After a moment or so, so moved her blanket a bit conveyed to James silently that they should share blankies.
	James got the drift and pressed his naked skin against hers.
	They sat propped up against a defunct sofa frame staring into the flickering hypnotic flames.  After a time Mandy noticed something happening by out the corner of her eye.  There was a heap of blankets that was moving.  Since James was up against her, and Kiff was on the other side of her (but not close), Nolan and Carrie were doing it.
	James and Kiff were watching.  There were subtle movements from Kiff, he was jerking off.  James was possibly fearful as he didn’t want to do the nasty with Mandy right there against him.
	So Mandy began brushing her hand against his cool naked flesh.
	James tensed up, grew a little flush, blinked his eyes excessively, sweated some, and a jillion tiny little goosebumps appeared on his near lily white skin.
	Mandy continued.  Pressing the back of her hand up and down his thigh, left hip and then slinking her hand to his stomach.  James gulped and put his legs down, they had been bent with his arms wrapped about them.
	Mandy easily found his cock.  It was soft, hard--but soft to the touch.
	Lightly-gingerly she squeezed it and worked it.
	James let out a pleasing moan of ultimate satisfaction.
	Mandy clutched at his hairless testicles.  He was a good lad of eleven, and virtually hairless.  He automatically parted his legs and Mandy stepped up her progress of masturbating him.
	Mandy smiled to herself, then leaned back some and snaked her hand to Kiff.  Kiff made a bemused face, gulped, got sweaty, mouth fell open--but was receptive just the same.  He immediately parted his legs wide and Mandy took full control of his wang.
	The heads of Nolan and Carrie could be seen; Carrie on her back.  Both were watching the “other” antics going on.  Carrie grinned.  Her hair was long and loose and hung about sticking to her sweaty face.  Nolan had a look of all seriousness.  Slowly he returned to what he was initially doing before being distracted.
	James was close to cumming.  His hips moved as if he was actually fucking something--other than Mandy’s hand.  Mandy tugged at him, pulling and guiding him to her.  The boy got between her legs.  The blanket still covered him and Mandy--he looked down and could see Mandy’s teenage tits.  He stared.  He stared and got harder.  Bits of cum began jutting prematurely from his young pud.  
	Mandy caressed his barely hairy balls, then his shaft.  Her own cunny was searing with enthusiasm for a good boy fuck.  She closed her eyes and quivered.  
	With her hands lightly on the boy’s soft smooth supple ass, there was penetration.  Mandy was sure the boy was doing Carrie, too.  But Mandy wasn’t Carrie, Carrie was about eleven.  Mandy was fourteen.  Not much really in differences, just some maturity.
	Mandy’s eyes rolled and temporarily she was not in control of her self.  James eased in and snuggled against the teen girl.  Mandy scooted down some to ease their positioning but she was still propped up some.
	It was short.  James had already been right at the brink of cumming off.  He emptied major wads of boy splooge into Mandy’s cunt.  He quivered and was not himself for several moments afterward.
	Mandy caressed his ass and continued working his hips back and forth--keeping the sensations in her cunny alive a little longer.  She felt cum pooling beneath her as their sex juices mingled.
	Beside her Kiff was in full action of jerking off.
	James pulled out, a huge strand of cum shot out of his pecker and up Mandy’s belly.  More cum jutted out of his penis and totally drained the boy.  Mandy frigged her cunny, tossed the blanket off of them as it was no longer required.
	James continued stroking his schlong, it remained partially stiff.  Mandy eyed it and desired to suck him.  She wanted to taste his prick, his balls, kiss on his ass flesh.  She drew the line at rim jobbing, but wouldn’t mind having it done to her.
	Kiff’s actions of playing with himself dramatically so caused his own blanket to fall and reveal himself.  There was no longer the need for the charade of modesty.  Nolan sat up from his doinking of Carrie, he stared and watched wide eyed as Kiff was drawn into the middle of Mandy’s legs.  She looked him up and down as a tasty dish, licking her lips as if he were some sort of chocolaty dessert.
	She nipped her own nipples, squeezed her breasts and then brought Kiff to a standing position before her.  He came before her on numb trembling legs.  All the others watched in awesome awe.
	Mandy ran her hand up and down the boy’s legs, fondled his ass and admired his dick stiff and hard before her.  She leaned her head in and gently briefly brushed her lips against the super sensitive head.
	Kiff stopped breathing.  One hand went to his hips, the other the base of his cock to massage it in an instinctive manner of sexual self pleasuring.  Mandy put her lips about the boy’s penis, running her tongue all about the equally super sensitive crown.  Kiff clenched up on his toes.  Mandy eyed his total nudity.  Young boys were the best!
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	Carrie’s legs were up, locked back by the knees by James’ arms.  Mandy rested her hand on the boy’s ass while he fucked Carrie.  She  enjoyed watching the boy’s cock sliding in and out of the girl’s quim.  Between her own legs pumping slowly was Nolan.
	And at length Kiff came to straddle Mandy’s body--she lay propped up against the sofa frame, she took his young dangly member and engulfed it.  Kiff was beside himself as he was handled, fondled, and sucked.  The sensation was indescribable.  (and Mandy was good!)
	Firelight flickered in the fireplace, rain poured in buckets outside, boy cum drenched down the throats of Mandy and Carrie.  Carrie wasn’t much of a “cocksucker” per se, but she was “schooled” in the manner of which to perform the ultimate pleasure all boys (men) sought.  And in turn, the boys were schooled in the lovely manner of eating a girl’s pussy out.
	The boys were kinda sheepish about the deed, but did it anyways.
	It was a long-long night.  

	Sex-sex-sex.  There WAS more to life than sex; like keeping dry, warm, and fed.  Sex was an after-thought--er, an afterward.  The initial sex-capade had already occurred.  And it was good, thereafter it was an occasional thing to do--like after dinner dessert!
	When the weather was not so kind and it was drab and dreary, wrapping up in blankets was the thing.  Occasionally the weather let up and the gang could go about willy-nilly with their ah-natural!  So to speak.
	When the mood presented them they fucked.
	Fucked and sucked.
	Sucked and fucked.
	Mandy definitely got her fill--and then some.  The desire was strong and extremely lustful.  And it was near constant!  There were pesky things that got in the way to do--keeping the fire, keeping warm, keeping clean, and keeping fed.  After that--FUCK ME!
	All three boys were capable of orgasm and the accompanying cumming.  Lightly Mandy feared getting pregnant.  Carrie, too, was old enough to get knocked up.  That wouldn’t be good.  No, not good at all.  But still they persisted.  Mandy at one time took on all three boys at once!  One hammering away in her pussy, Nolan in pumping furiously in her ass, and James striving to cum a gallon in her mouth!
	Life was good.  Damn good.  It was almost ritualistic, going thru the paces of daily life alone.  There was the concern about the food, though.  It wasn’t going to last them all that long.  Time was actually meaningless, but Mandy guesstimated about 4 days before the weather cleared enough to allow more outdoorsy type traipsing about.
	She still continued to keep those pesky thoughts of what had happened to her in the past buried and out of the way.  She did not wish to dwell on them--in any way.  (they would detract from her the manner of which she was enjoying!)

	There was the creek, the great circle of boulders, and the sparse woods of pines and cedars, elders and elms, bitch or other assorted trees that made up the forest.  It was still damp from the days of previous rain.  Nolan and James had went off in search of wildlife sustenance.  Kiff and Carrie accompanied Mandy on a vegetable search.
	There was light talk of possibly making tracks to their little rinky-dink home town--and making raids to the grocery store.  Mandy, too, thought it a keen possibility.  But it would have to be at night and she wanted to know the layout of the town.
	She knew Carrie was to her right, peeing.  Kiff had to do a Number Two and as that was too disgusting to share he scooted off to some bushes to do his personal business.  Mandy wandered to the overflowing creek.  They had been subsiding on “fish” for the last few days, inner mingling with the canned foods from the house.  She longed for pancakes.  Bacon, eggs, sausages, and pancakes--with apple compote or strawberries on top!
	She set her eyes on a trout wriggling its way up stream when she suddenly whirled around at the sound of something.  What the “something” was she didn’t know and couldn’t make it out.  The woods all seemed to appear to be the same--’cept for the rolling fog.
	Fear gripped Mandy, right to her heart.
	The fog rolled thru the woods slowly, filling them to their height, enveloping them and enshrouding them.
	“Not good--this is NOT good!” Mandy commented as she quickly backstepped--tumbling into the creek and crawling backwards on her hands and knees.
	“Get the fuck away from me!” she yelled.
	“Carrie!  Kiff!” she called out.
	There was no answer.
	There was no time to stand up even, the Fog seemed to be rolling faster and faster!  Mandy scurried along like the “crab” exercise in PE class at school.  Over rocks and logs until she tumbled down a small knoll.
	She clunked her head on a log and sat up in agony.
	The Fog rolled down the knoll consuming the woods, moving effortlessly as well as silently.  Panic overwhelmed her and then--
	…a horrendous horrible ghostly skull ripped itself out from the advancing cloud.  Mandy had seen the skull before, the train engineer, the Devil!  
	The Skull of the Devil snapped its gaping maw, flung its head to and fro.  Just the skull, though.  Mandy could see what would serve as ooze drippings from its horrid mouth; it was all gray, though, and not quite as fantastically horrible as it had been “the other time.”
	Mandy screamed insanely just the same.
	She then passed out.