August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 28
Ill Winds

Lessons on Harshness
	I doubt, therefore I might be
	If you’re too open minded, your brains might fall out 
	Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if 	he gets angry, he'll be a mile away - and barefoot.
	If you choose between two evils, pick one you've never tried before
	For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.
	If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip
	Always yield to temptation, because it may not pass your way again.
	Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks
	A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good
	Eat well, stay fit, die anyway

	More listless wandering until returning to the street signs with no names.  To the left and right there was still present the strange to odd distant-vortex thing happening.  Staring at it only made Mandy dizzy and flush, she didn’t know what it meant but she knew for damn sure she wasn’t going to find out.
	She moved to the house of where Brad and Brian lived, finding some interesting luring her to the back alley.  Here Brad and Brian were, leading on a very young boy, being all kinds of sneaky about it.  Mandy drifted along; the boys lured the youngster along with candy and boy type action figures.  
	At a certain place in the alley way the three went into a thick ivy wall.
	There was some room within the ivy wall, it was a large thick coverage creating a sort of impromptu “hideout.”  Once inside the two older boys beset upon the youngster. 
	The youngster was about 7, almost.  He wore blue shorts and a simple boyish shirt, short blond hair, very cute/handsome.  Brad held the boy’s arms behind his back while Brain tugged the lad’s short pants down, the undies came along, too.
	The little boy fussed and cried, but not much more.  Brian went to fondling the little boy’s cock and balls, slipping a finger up between the boy’s legs and diddling his asshole.  Brian soon began sucking on the little boy’s cock, tugging in his little hairless nuggets and enjoying himself.
	Brad giggled and grinned and watched with glee.
	After Brian had had his fill, he sat up and took the boy to him, keeping him up standing but bending him down and still pinning his arms.  Brad admired the boy’s bare ass and began fingering it.  He plunged his finger all the way into the boy’s poop chute, then lightly spanked the boy before sitting back and unfurling his cock.
	Little Jason squirmed and fretted greatly as the bigger boy’s cock began poking at his hole.  Brian grinned and worked his own clothes down, then locked his legs around the boy’s head/neck.  Brad could only manage the head of his dick into the boy’s rim, so Brian leaned down over Jason’s back and began sucking on his brother’s cock.  He dropped some spittle onto the lad’s hole and helped guide his brother into the hole, too.
	Brad slid into the boy’s anus, gritting his teeth and commenting on how tight the hole was.  He held onto the lad’s hips and made full insertion.  Brian sat back letting go the boy’s head from between his legs--and making him suck his cock.
	Brad pumped and pumped and pumped himself silly.  He pulled out now and then, humped the flesh, the crack, and nuzzled the hairless testicle sac, then pushed himself back into the funk hole and continued fucking.
	Brian managed to cum, shooting a nice load of hot sticky goo into Jason mouth.  The boy was kind of frantic at this point.  Mandy thought of trying to intervene--she had been able to do so a few times in the past. 
	Just as she was about to shove Brad, he began to cum.  Mandy wasn’t going to interrupt him during his misdeed.  Brad latched onto the young fella’s hips and “went to town.”  Brian held the boy sternly and Brad sodomized him into oblivion.

	Jason wasn’t the last.  The boys lured into the ivy hideout a little girl, about the same age, a day or so later.  She was fucked in all three holes, on her chest, spanked, and peed on.	 	
	Unaccountable time elapsed and Mandy found herself inside a house.  Taking stock of what she saw she determined that she was once more back inside Brad and Brian’s home.  No one seemed to be home, though.  Or so she thought.  She found activity on the second floor.
	Brad and his mother (Patricia) were sorting laundry, putting it away, etc.  not really a “boy” thing to do, ‘specially not a teenage boy, but there was an ulterior motive.  The two seemed to be in a conversation.  Mandy had come in on the middle of it.  She lingered close at hand, trying to get the gist of whatever she had missed.
	Sex.  More specifically sex ed.  Which boiled down to “protection.”
	It made Brad embarrassed and he whined, but his mother insisted.
	“You’ve got to be more careful, these days not only can the girl get in trouble (i.e. pregnant) but the boy.”
	Brad raised his bushy blond eyebrows.  “ME!?  I can’t get knocked up!” he exclaimed dramatically, “Can I?”
	His mother giggled and smiled and folded his shorts, he hated that.  
	“No, silly, but you can be made to be responsible for getting a girl pregnant.”  Brad nodded slowly as if he understood.
	“You’ll have to get a job to pay for the baby and everything.” his mother leaned down and whispered.
	“Holy shit!”  no, not that!  Anything but a JOB!

	“It just happened, that’s all.” Brad said when his mother finally confessed that she had indeed SEEN his hinny in the air the other day with Holly.  
	“I know, I know,” stated his mother, “sometimes girls are that way, lead a boy on to get him into trouble so as he has to support her.”
	“Damn, what can I do?” Brad said.  He didn’t want to believe that his girlfriend could be so conniving, but maybe.
	“Well, like I said, wrap up!”
	It was a new add campaign at the schools, enticing boys to wrap their weeniers before sexual intercourse.
	“Or you could NOT have sex…” his mother smiled and tucked away the folded underwear.
	Brad gave his mother that look, ‘that aint gonna happen.’
	“There’s OTHER things you can do other than intercourse.”
	Brad rolled his eyes, then paused, ‘uh, like what?’ on his face.
	His mother began folding t-shirts.
	“Well, like playing with yourself.” she stated without batting an eye.
	Brad nearly choked.  ‘Holy shit, MOM!’
	“Oh, come on, Brad, masturbation is just a way of life. And everyone, EVERYONE does it.”
	Brad gulped, “They do?  Everyone?”
	“Yes, of course, everyone.” she replied and tousled her son’s hair.  He hated that, too.
	“You mean, just us guys, right, just boys--”
	“No, EVERYONE!” she smiled and put away more clothes and picked up some magazines.
	Brad hung loose by his desk, chewing the inside of his mouth.  He suddenly realized that he had a boner going.  Holly wasn’t too much on his mind, she was there--she was nude, sucking him, sitting on his face, and then twisting on his cock, but that was all.  
	“Everyone fondles themselves in one way or another as soon as they learn how or find out.”
	“Girls, too?” 
	“Especially girls!”
	Brad blinked his eyes repeatedly.  ‘Holy fucking ape shit!’
	“Don’t cuss.” his mother scolded reading his shocked thoughts.
	She picked up the basket and headed for her room.
	Brad followed.

	He twiddled his fingers and lingered by the door to his parents room, his mother dumped a load of unmentionables onto the great bed.  Giving her teenage son a sideways glance she picked up her panties and bras and rifled through them, setting them lovingly aside.
	Brad had wood.  Major wood.  A Nine Iron…
	
	“Well, I-I know how a guy--does it, but, but how does a girl?” sheepishly the teen asked.
	His mother put away some of her underwear, and once more felt the crotch of her body incredibly “wet”!  her pussy tingled and she struggled to maintain herself.
	“Girls--girls do it almost like you boys do, just a little differently.”
	Brad looked to the floor, rolled his eyes in a thinking manner, furrowing his brow trying to dredge up the manner of which a girl pleasured herself.  
	“And other things, too.” his mother interrupted him.
	“What, huh?” Brad stammered.  “What things?”
	“Guys, boys (men) can--” she paused and drawled, “and girls (women) get pleasure other ways other than--”
	“Than what?”
	“Than what we were talking about, masturbation.”
	“You mean sex.” stated Brad.
	“Sort of.”  she tossed her thick brown hair she kept short and professional and continued putting away clothes and straightening them up.  “There’s, uhm, oral, anal, mutual--”
	“Oral?”
	His mother paused in her actions, took a deep breath and stared at her make-up counter.  “Yes, Brad, ORAL.  A-a guy--uhm, pleases, uhm, can please a girl where he normally has sex with her--but not with his thingy, with his mouth!”
	Brad grinned.  NOW it had a name!  ORAL!!  Woo-hoo!
	“Both girls and boys do oral, to please, and its almost as good as doing the regular thing.”
	Brad paused a moment to gather what words his mother was leaving out.  He didn’t get it, he knew the words, his mother obviously knew the words--why the fuck didn’t she just spit them out and stop the pussyfooting around!?
	He decided to play it up a bit.  “Soooo, you’re saying a GUY can please a girl orally without actually having sex?”
	“Something like that, yes.” his mother replied.  
	“And a girl can please a guy the same way?” Brad continued in fake awe.
	“You mean to tell me you and Holly only did sex the regular way?”
	“What other way is there?”
	His mother slapped her head, rolled her eyes, “Brad, there’s hundreds of ways, well, a few anyways.” 
	Brad appeared astounded.  “Oh?”
	“Yes, Brad,” she said almost dryly; she couldn’t believe her teenage son could be such a dimwit.  If he was having out and out sex like she had seen him and Holly doing, surely he knew the other ways, too.  Surely.
	A brief interlude while mother and son gathered themselves.
	“What’s anal?”
	“What!?”
	“Anal.  You said anal, awhile ago; there’s regular, oral, anal.”  he counted on his fingers, stared up to the ceiling, reflecting on his mother’s words.  “So what’s anal?”
	Patricia couldn’t believe her son was that dense.
	“It means--” she lingered, could she just out and out tell her son what “anal” meant.  “Up the butt, Brad, to have sex up the butt.”
	Brad stared at her, dumbfounded.  “No way!” he said in all honesty.
	“Yes way!” his mother defiantly returned.
	Brad licked his lips and leaned hard against the bedroom door frame, his eyes wandering trying to get a picture of what “sex up the butt” was.  He honestly seemed perplexed.
	“You just go from where you regular put--put your manhood to the girl’s butt--hole.”
	Brad gave her a genuine look of awe.  “No shit!” no pun intended.
	“Sooooo, what’s it like?” he asked.
	His mother gave HIM a look.  (you know the one)
	Brad turned red, then on a surprising show of insight, “So, you’re saying that letting a girl do me, I mean, suck--er, if me and a girl do that oral and anal thing, she wont get pregnant?”
	His mother nodded.  Her pussy was wet, sopping wet.  She had a burning yearning.  “It’s a safe bet.” she managed to blurt.
	Brad nodded, he had a “yearning”, too; it caused him to flee to his bedroom and flop onto his bed.  He firstly humped it, dangling a leg off to one side to get he better angle for the grinding.  He soon rolled over, shucked his pants and underwear to his ankles, threw open his legs and got busy.
	He was almost to the apex of climax when the door opened and his mother walked in, carrying more clothes.  She saw.  She saw it all.  She dropped the basket, “Oh God!” she blurted, “I’m sorry!”
	Brad shot a wad near to the pristine white ceiling.  He rolled to the lee side of the bed, his mother slammed shut the door and fled to HER bedroom.

	Slowly Brad recovered, he pulled up his clothes and picked up the spilled clothes at the door.  Taking a Courage Breath he exited his bedroom and made for his mother’s to apologize.
	Unannounced he opened the door--and found his mother naked on her bed--getting as busy as he had been.  She was in a furor and friggin herself madly.  Brad stared, he had seen his mother a few times before naked, but not in the state and/or manner of which he currently saw her.  Mostly and usually he got to see her in her underwear.
	This was better.
	Methodically he stroked his bone, his mother finally noticed and sat up.  Quickly she closed her legs, hands between her legs.  But it was so noted that she didn’t scream or yell or tell her young teenage son to “Get out!”
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	Brad lay on his mother, slowly easing his “manhood” into her cock hungry crevice.  “Oh, fuck me--fuck me!” she said lowly, and honestly.  Her hands went up and down her son’s arms, then up and down his semi-masculine backside.  
	Slowly her young lover worked her into a loving steady orgasmic pace.  He couldn’t be too experienced, he was only fifteen.  Only fifteen.  Only fifteen!?  A sudden wave of panic swelled within her.  It diminished just as quick as a flood of blissful lust seethed in multiple waves; her young son glided in and out not too fast or too slow; he gyrated his hips and made ardent angles in the lovemaking.
	Shivers swept through them both and their illicit passion began to pick up speed.  Both lovers’ hips moved in epic speeds, Patricia calling out for her son to fuck her more and more.  She clung to him, sweat dripped off in rivers onto her body, Brad made no verbal outage, his face was rigid but grinning just the same.
	Patricia’s pussy was not 100% snug fitting, she did get hammered by her hubby now and then, but she had passed three children through her loins, she had been “hammered” since she herself was a teen.  It was not a “worn out tunnel of love”, but…
	And but still, Brad got his nut and spewed off a mighty load of teen spunk.  His enthusiastic antics gave his mother that blissful feeling within she so desperately yearned for.  Her womanhood was on fire and she continued to cling to her son.  Cum spewed from both and they erupted into a sexual oblivion unknown to each of them.

	Mandy watched the two as they snuggled, Patricia seemed still a little more in “need”, but was cooling down.  Cum by the gusher load oozed out of her furry twat.  She frigged her clit while her son lay nestled beside her.  Cum dripped out of his softened penis.  His eyes were closed but not his body.  His fingers came to her breasts, he enjoyed sucking on Holly’s nipples, he didn’t know why, he just did.  He tweaked a nipple and then massaged the whole of the breast.
	He knew that what they had done was illicit.  More than illicit.  
	“Sooooo, what now?” he asked lightly and lowly.
	There was no response from his mother.  Brad sat up, he was sticky and damp, and he felt a massive fart looming.  How would his mom feel about him and Brian being nasty together, sucking and fucking on one another, and other things.
	His mother sat up, “Shower.” she said.
	She moved to her master bath, Brad remained on the bed and when he heard the shower start, Brad moved the bathroom, too.  His mother had just entered.  She paused when she saw her naked son coming in.  She eyed his dangling member.  What had she done.  What had she done!  She was almost panic stricken.  Almost.  She let it go and continued into the shower, Brad accompanying her.
	
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	The feeling of ultimate (but sinful) love once more seethed thru them, and right at the critical point Brad looked to his mother in horror.
	“I’m going to get you pregnant!” he almost shouted.
	Patricia smiled and shook her head, “Not likely, son,” not very damn likely at all.  “I’m fixed.” she stated.
	Brad looked to her, his mind rolled, “Like the cat?”
	His mother closed her eyes, Brad’s father had dropped him on his head one too many times.  
	After their second fuck, which occurred on the bathroom floor, Brad once more inquired, “What’s anal?”
	So his mother proceeded to show him.
	She also showed him ORAL.
	They then took another shower together and they fucked IN the shower, then on her hands and knees on the bathroom floor they did the ANAL one more time.	

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Sweet Blossoms
	A desert flower she was, or had been.  She appeared average but with a scoch more prettiness.  Blond, tomboyish but not in a tomboy way.  She was all of fifteen, raised well and educated same.  She was not the sort to be in such peril as Mandy saw her in.  Once more, Mandy had retuned to Rusty.
	Christine Mellons.  She was pretty.  Not overly pretty, not outstandingly pretty, but congenial enough to be pleasing to the eye--as well as the cock.  Her predicament was dire, bound hand and foot secured to a post in the middle a particularly hot day in the middle of some desert setting.
	She was gagged and blindfolded with large handkerchiefs/bandanas.
	Again, Mandy could not account the transition from where she had LAST been to her current placement.  Time still was meaningless.  She segued here, she segued there--she transitioned willy-nilly unknowingly.
	At least it was getting easier and didn’t make her sick anymore.
	Back to Christine.
	The fifteen year old was well secured with rope, just her hands, though, behind her to a an old square post that was sturdy.  She made quite a fuss but was long tired out by the length of time she had already been kidnapped.
	And Rusty was present.  He took a swig of water from a canteen and doused his head.  Mandy didn’t feel the heat, she felt nothing actually, but assumed that by the bright of the day, middle of nowhere, desert setting, the sweat pouring off of both Rusty and Christine--it was hot as blazes!
	Rusty leaned up against the tormented girl and whispered something.  Mandy didn’t hear.  She looked around where they were at, nothing but desert rock, ridges, some low laying vegetation, desert stuff.  There was a vehicle nearby, a van.  
	Very dramatically Rusty griped the girl between her legs.  She wore cowboy cut jeans, a red/white checkered shirt that had a blue nametag on it, giving her name.  She was a waitress?  Mandy didn’t think so, she was a midlevel teen, perhaps a helper or an assistant somewhere.  Somewhere.
	Rusty moved from fondling the girl’s poon to her shirt.  He ripped it open, tearing the buttons and wrenching the shirt to whereas her breasts were near exposed.  Her bra covered most of her lovely “assets.”  Rusty leered at the “twins” and fondled them.
	“We can do this the easy way, or the way, it’s your choice.” Rusty told the girl.  She was too distressed to really pay much attention.  Again the ultimate perv placed his hand between her legs and squeezed--hard.
	Christine wriggled against the post.  She finally lashed out via a swift kick to his shin, she also tried to knee him in the groin, but only hit his thigh instead.
	Rusty grabbed her face and squeezed her jaw, the other hand squeezing hard her right breast.
	“Do that again, Sweetie, and you will regret it.”
	‘I’d listen to him if I were you.’ Mandy said, not knowing if she would be heard or not.
	Christine shook and trembled.  The gag in her mouth was loosened and she was fed a quenching amount of water.  Rusty fondled her breasts, both of them, flipping the bra cups and having his glee.  Christine wailed, sobbed, and was mostly emotionally.
	“Easy or hard,” Rusty told her, “do what I tell ya and it’ll be easy.  Piss me off and fight me, and it’ll be done anyways but the hard way.  Got it?”
	The teenager hung her head and nodded.
	“Good!” said an enthusiastic Rusty.  He leaned in and began suckling on the girl’s naked breasts--continued to squeeze her cunt and cop a feel from her ass--before moving his mouth up to her mouth and deeply kissing her.
	Christine wasn’t so much into having her cunt and titties squeezed, she seriously wasn’t into being kissed by an adult man!  She DID fight and tried to force him out of her mouth.
	This only netted the hapless girl a swift slap across the face.
	“So you’ve chosen the HARD way, eh?  That’s too bad, for you.”
	“Nooooo, please, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” wailed the girl.
	Rusty leaned in, “Pee.”
	“Wh-what?”
	“Pee yourself, I want you to piss in your pants.  NOW!” he said calmly and emphatically.	
	Christine licked her lips, gulped, and tried to gain a perspective on what was to be done.
	Rusty fondled the girl’s pussy, pressed his hand to the side of her body, “It’ll go much easier for you if you do as I say.” he continued.
	“But I don’t have to go!” wailed the girl.
	Rusty smiled and gave her another quenching dousing of canteen water.  Mandy nodded, ‘Oh!’ he was filling her bladder.  Why he wanted to see her piss in her pants she didn’t know, he was the ultimate perv.
	At length Christine relinquished and her filled bladder became gladder; it emptied and she let go a torrent of urine.  She was relieved to be relieved, but disgusted at the deed just the same.  She soiled herself good, soaking her entire crotch and thighs.
	But it made Rusty happy.
	He was still clothed, too.
	He kissed on the girl and placed his hand back to crotch now thoroughly wetted.  He squeezed and squeezed, seemingly massaging the girl.  Her ass was, too, fondled, squeezed, massaged.
	“Are you a virgin?” he asked blatantly.
	Christine gulped and tried not to answer.
	Rusty lifted her chin, she was still blindfolded but she could feel his eyes piercing into her own, into her soul.  “Answer me, Sweetie, are you a virgin?”
	She sobbed the answer, losing total composure, “NO!” she cried.
	“Who was it?”
	Christine paused a moment and shook her head, No, she wasn’t going to give it up--not the name.
	‘Tell him, you better tell him.’
	Christine again paused, taking on a new manner, she looked curiously about; if her blindfold had been off her eyes would be rolling around looking for who had been speaking to her.
	‘What’s going on?’ she asked.
	‘Can you hear me?’
	Christine gulped.
	‘Yes.’
	Mandy paused.  This was new.  (sorta)
	‘Well, you’re in a fucked up situation, I know this Fucker, he can be rough, or very rough--’
	‘Is he going to kill me?’ whined/cried Christine.
	‘I don’t know, he hasn’t killed anyone so far, but--’
	‘Who is he?  Who are you?’
	“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Rusty looked around to make sure he and she were alone.  He stared at Christine, stared and stared and stared.
	‘I’m a lost spirit.’ Mandy said.  She was, as far as she knew.  ‘I’m just traveling along, and I’ve been with this Fuck for a while, he aint very nice and if you want to get through this shit you better do what he says.’
	‘I can’t!’ blurted the girl, she lost composure and Mandy lost the ability to commune with her.
	Rusty lost his composure, too; he smacked the girl across the face then jerked her jeans down.  Christine thrashed against the post, it was square--well weathered gray and splintery.  All of Christine’s backside and arms began to be impaled with splinters.
	Rusty paused a moment, looked about his surroundings and stared at the girl’s crotch.  Her pissy crotch.  He smiled.  Nice white bikini panties, purple flowers all over them, snug fitting to her body, and soaked in urine.
	After a long enduring minute he tugged the panties down.
	Christine sobbed and clung to the post.  Rusty dragged the back of a finger up and down the girl’s twat.  Christine tensed up, clenching herself as the deed was done.  Full insertion of his finger invaded her and then the whole area of her pussy was massaged with his fingers.
	Rusty stood and leaned his body against the girl.  His fingers continued to work her pussy, tweaking her clit and sending sex chills thru her body.  He kissed her on the lips and then nipped her nose.
	“Who first fucked you?” he asked (again)
	“My brother, Cory.” she blurted in sobs.
	“Cool!” Rusty cheered.  “How old was he, how old were you?”
	“He was twelve, I-I was, I was nine.”
	“Out-fucking-standing!”  his fingers worked feverishly into her poon.
	“You and your brother fuck often?”
	Christine shook her head, “Just a few times back then.”
	“You ever suck his cock?”
	Christine nearly choked, “NO!” she said and meant it.
	“Ever take it up the ass?” and he put his hands behind her, squeezing the flesh and digging into her crack.
	Christine nearly choked some more but shook her head dramatically, and honestly--No.
	“Just your brother?  Anyone else; an uncle, girlfriend, cousin, boyfriend?”
	Christine paused to try and gather herself.  An uncle?  No way!  Girlfriend!?  Absolutely not!  John-John a 2nd cousin was a Yes, she was ten and he was thirteen.  She had gone (with her family) to visit him and his family on the family farm.  In the barn she and JJ fucked.  Almost every day.  He snuck into her room and fucked her.  They skinny dipped and fucking was involved, there, too.
	“Never your uncle, though, huh?”
	“NO!”
	“How about your Dad?”
	Despite the blindfold, Christine’s eyes bulged.  It was a horrible thing to conceive of--sex with her DAD!?  ‘No fucking way!’ she cried out.
	Rusty pressed his mouth to hers and deeply Frenched her, fingered her pussy to the extreme--to the point of which she began to dance and tingle.  More than urine spilled onto Rusty’s digging fingers.  He licked them and dragged his fingers all over the girl’s face and breasts.
	He then undone his pants and dropped them.  No undies.
	His Big Snake he pressed against the girl’s body.  She knew instantly what it was.  ‘Oh my God!’
	‘Just relax.’ Mandy said, ‘He’s going to do you, but you’ve been done before.’
	The words didn’t really help.  Christine was okay with spreading her legs for her brother and cousin and boyfriend, but that was different.  She had been willing then.
	Christine’s pants and panties were pushed down to her ankles.  Her knees were parted and Rusty positioned himself up between her legs.  The angle of the dangle was askew; with his hands under her knees she was lifted and his manly man thing brushed against her sopping wet cunt.
	At length her clothes were worked off of her ankles, her legs wrapped about the man’s waist and there was full vaginal penetration.  Christine clung to the man and the post digging into her skin and endured the fuck.  She both tried NOT to like it as well as reel in it.  The man’s cock WAS far bigger than any boy she had had sex with.  Her eyes fluttered and she was cumming in torrents regardless of her will not to submit.
	The man finally got his nut and drove his big dog dick into the girl and jutted his liquid love deep inside her.  He strained, flexed, and jutted.  He clung to the girl as much as she clung to him.  
	With the deed finally done and done, the Fuck pulled out.  His cock hadn’t gone soft, he pressed it against the girl’s blond entrance, dragging it up and down and finally peeing on her.

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Dark Abyss
	The pain from the many splinters in her backside and arms were nothing compared to the horrific invasion to her glory hole.  She struggled to maintain herself as the man who had raped her, peed on her, kidnapped her for perverted reasons jammed/rammed his cock into her tight virginal poop chute.
	The blindfold and gag had been removed, her hands still bound by rope behind her back, her face planted onto the very warm desert sand by the lone post.  Into her ass she was sodomized, spanked, and fucked into oblivion.
	The pumping continued until the man was well spent.  Again, though, he urinated onto the girl’s hinny, fingered her gooied up cum soaked asshole, and spanked her with his cock and hand--forcing her to admit that she had indeed had sex with an eight year old boy, a family friend’s Dalmatian, and desired to have a tryst with a girlfriend.
	On her hands and knees she was escorted to the parked van.  The van was custom, very; it was extended in length, dual rear tandem wheels, solar panels on the roof to power the running twin air conditioning units.  Inside the van there was another man, naked, and sodomizing a little girl.
	There were others, too, mostly clothed, tied up and gagged, and lain out on the thick plush carpet.  It was cool inside the van, nice and cool--despite the hellish conditions.
	Christine was helped inside and placed towards the rear.  The door slid shut and that was that.  Mandy drifted up closer to the van and made her way inside; the transition was a bit off--she couldn’t rightly describe what it was she felt, but like pushing as if from inside a thick skinned balloon.
	The naked little girl being sodomized was no more than eight or so.  A pretty child, slender and typical for her age group.  Brown hair in a curled pony tail.  The man sodomizing her was some years younger than Rusty, very well endowed, a bigger in general size than Rusty--not fat or anything, just built that way.
	Rusty sat on a small chair and watched his cohort fuck.  It wasn’t a long fuck, he had been going at it for some time.  He took his time, pulling most of his hellish fuck stick out and them jamming back in.  The child being tormented was no longer capable of screaming her distress.  She gripped the thick carpet and endured.
	When the Sodomizer was done, he patted the child’s ass and sat back to see his cum spilling out of her hole.  Cum continued to spill out of the young man’s piss hole, too.  Rusty reached out and gathered the child to him, he loved on her, kissing and consoling her.
	It did little to calm her.  She fingered her well fucked buggered asshole.  Rusty took the child, carrying her like a mother ape does its infant, back to the back of the great mostly darkened van and placed her with the still blindfolded Christine.
	Three boys there were, still clothed.
	Another teenage girl, three young girls 9-10 yrs old.
	There, too, was an adult woman, late 20s.
	It was then, while Rusty laid ON the only woman, that Mandy noted a strange thing about the necks of the passengers.  A dog collar!  It was not a normal or typical collar, bigger, with a 2-inch by 2-inch square leathery box fastened to it.  All the passengers were laying on their stomachs and were bound hand and foot--and clothed.
	The young man sat with his legs wide open masturbating, watching Rusty.  Rusty laid whispers into the woman’s ears, squeezed ass flesh and began grinding on her.  She wore thin gray wool slacks.  Her blouse was pushed up and her bra undone.  She began to throw a minor fit about it and twisted about, Rusty took a handful of her hair and in rapid succession smacked her head into the floor.
	Despite the floor being very well carpeted with a thick layer of carpeting, the head pounding was rough and dazed the young woman.  “I think my point is clear, eh?” Mandy finally detected that the man’s voice was askew--it had an accent!  Big deal, but still.  He sound as if he could be from a northern state, way northern, a place where Scandinavians had come to settle.
	Down came the gray slacks.  The woman still dazed pressed her face into the carpeting sobbing.  Her slacks were moved to her knees and both powerful hands began seriously massaging her young tender ass.
	“You ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked harshly.
	The woman tossed her head to and fro, No.
	“If I find you have, I find you ever lie to any of my questions, you’ll be very-very sorry!” he said the last in a whimsical cartoony voice.  His hands moved up her body, underneath and to her nicely ample twin 36Bs.  The woman couldn’t help but go into a tirade.  Rusty sat up and got off of the woman, he stood straddling her and pulled produced in his hands the device.  
	It had grown in size since last Mandy had seen it.  It had more dials and knobs, indicators, and whatnot on it.  Rusty activated it and while he and his cohort watched, the young woman freaked out as she was jolted (into submission) by some unseen electrical field.
	The woman’s hair stood out, frizzing.  Mandy smelled burning flesh and burning wires.  Non of which was very pleasant.  It was only momentary and the woman ceased freaking out.
	Evening type time came, Rusty had moved the van to a grove of lone trees by a small one lane dirt road.  The side door was opened and remained open.  The young woman was basically dazed still, she was rolled over onto her backside, the gag and blindfold removed--the cohort removed those items from the others, too.
	A security sheet was drawn over the opening, with the cooling of the evening the twin air conditioners were given a rest, the side door was opened but to keep bugs and any possible interlopers out some sort of manmade screen was put in place.
	The others who had been blindfolded and gagged took some time to themselves to get their wits.  The other teen (as well as the other kids) looked in horror as the adult woman had her blouse ripped off.  The man doing the ripping popped his neck and straddled the woman’s waist--he was naked.
	The younger kids were horrified to see such a thing, then they saw the cohort, equally naked and coming down to sit on the distraught woman’s face, he nestled his teticles into the woman’s mouth.  He stroked his bone and the first man went down on him--all the while grinding on the woman’s panty clad pussy.  He worked the crotch of the panties to one side and eased in his cock.
	Christine and another teen, and the young girl the cohort had butt fucked earlier, sat in the back watching in horrified awe.  The other kids sat flanking the horrific seen, horrified about the deed on so many levels--the sex act and the nudity
	“Oh God!” blurted the woman.  The manhood invasion seated itself and she was being thoroughly raped.  Rusty gobbled on his cohort’s cock, sucking it wholly while he raped the woman beneath him.
	‘Suck his balls!’ Mandy said to the woman.
	The woman was still frantic and out of her mind, but she latched onto the hairy nuggets in her mouth and sucked.  Mandy didn’t know if she had actually gotten through to the woman, or what.
	Christine, the butt fucked little girl, and another teen girl watched from behind, seeing the naked assailant stuff the woman’s pussy--repeatedly.  He would pull out part way and then cram-ram himself in all the way and fuck furiously like a piston for several seconds.
	Despite the horror, the woman could not curtail the flow of orgasmic pleasures.  She submitted to the joys of cumming, she despised the manner of which it had happened, but still--an orgasm is an orgasm.
	The woman, Wanda Sykes, was repositioned into a sitting position and attached to a custom support rib in the van.  Darkness of evening came quickly prompting the use of an internal light.  It shade even more insight on the horror of which was the passengers personal hell.
	Other than Christine there was beside her Kristal McCoy.  She was sixteen, she wore good jewelry, short strawberry blond hair pulled back in a small pony tail.  She was not overly pretty, not ugly, but would not be a first choice for a cock pick.  Good titties made up for what she lacked in the face.
	The eight year old was named Kellie.  She was a cutey.
	So was Keri who was ten.  She was blond, short haired and very thick.  She could easily pass for two-three years younger.  Small “knobs” on her chest, a nice firm straight body, dazzling eyes.
	There was a Chinese girl in the mix, also ten.
	The last girl passenger was nine; dark hair, dark eyes, light complexion, sweet looking and naïve appearing.  
	She wasn’t the last passenger, there were three boys.  Naturally.
	All three were pre-teen, Chet and Taran were 12-ish, Benny was approx. 11-ish.  Ben was the older brother to the nine year old.  All were specially “equipped” with dog collars.  The dog collars were on a direct link to the Device.  The Device now controlled the “subjects” in another manner, instilling great discomfort via electrical jolts/shocks.
	Mandy stared at the woman, she had seen her before--but where?
	Christine received attention again, from Rusty.  She shuddered and shook, trembling in some hopeless decree of defiance.  Rusty gave her no signs from his face of what he was to do.  But the girl got the gist of it anyways.  The man had a major boner going.  He stroked it once, then twice, then squeezed his balls.  He looked the girl up and down and made some sort of bizarre lustful kiss to her.
	Then, he conveyed unto her, ‘Suck me’.
	Christine and the other teen, Kristal, had been propped up and secured to a rib in the van’s construction.  It was purely ornamental and not for any actual structural integrity.  Their legs were free, their hands were tied and secured to the rib--despite the electronic dog collar there were security concerns.
	Christine gulped, sweated, clenched her entire body and conveyed to her kidnapper, ‘I hate you.’  
	Rusty smiled, ‘Suck me’.
	Christine felt a mild tingling in her neck.  She considered, reconsidered, then conveyed other thoughts that were generalized into the category of ‘Asshole, Son-of-a-bitch, and Dirt Bag.’  She did, though, comply and went down on Rusty’s manhood, sucking him until she received a copious amount of his love cream.
	She choked and gagged, sputtered and retched.  The man’s cum splashed into the back of her throat; once, twice, three times.  He then pulled his mammoth cock out and emptied the rest of his liquid love onto her pretty face.
	Rusty heaved-ho, his nude body in a swath layer of sticky sweat.
	Jed untied Kristal.  She rubbed her wrists and was told to ‘lay down’ by tall strange man--even stranger than Rusty!  She was doing so when she suddenly bolted, making for the opening.  Jed grabbed her at the hips and flung her to the wall of the van.  She lashed out and got violent.  Christine latched into Rusty’s bare side and BIT him, drawing blood.  The others naturally got involved and it was chaos.
	Until the revelers began twitching and flopping about like fresh caught fish.  Kristal indeed came out of the van, she flopped out on the warm desert sand cringing and twitching involuntarily.
	All the “passengers” suffered greatly, nothing too serious; the lingering shock of the electrical jolting lingered for some time.  
	“Stay put.” Rusty warned the others.  He and Jed exited the van, leaving the door open but keeping the security membrane in place.  Those inside the darkened van listened and heard screams moments later--and the sounds of what sounded like somebody being spanked.  Hard.
	With each succeeding resounding smack the kids in the van jerked, too.  “We better do what they say.” Christine said.  Wanda, the only adult, nodded.  She was unable to say anything, the whole event was beyond any measure of thought.
	Mandy finally remembered where she had seen the woman, on tv, she was a reporter--a busy body uncovering city corruption, investigating the lives of prominent people and uncovering things they had hidden in closets, revealing secrets and virtually destroying families and everything.
	Her comeuppance had come. 

	Rusty and Jed returned half an hour later.  Alone.  They sat quietly in the van for a long while.  Mandy worried about Kristal.  She looked.  She found her.  Sprawled over a rustic desert wooden fence.  She was a bloody mess on her backside.  And lifeless.
	Jed closed the door when Rusty moved nakedly to the cabin and sat in the driver’s seat.  He fired the van up and the “passengers” knew what had happened to Kristal.  The van moved and traveled most of the night without its lights on.

	How many hours was unknown.  Dawn came with a crimson horizon.  Great trees and small buildings could be seen.  There was a river, highway traffic could be seen in the distance.  They were still aways out in the desert, but close to some sort of semblance of civilization.
	Looking over the passengers it was seen that they all had pissed themselves.  The fright and horror of the preceding event and the long night’s drive on questionable roads the culprit there.  Jed opened the side door and even the darkened clear-view vinyl membrane--one could see out but couldn’t see in.  Rusty seemed--distant.  The passengers were awake, and fearful.
	“Don’t any of you ever piss me off again.” he warned.
	With gulps and head nods the group assured him that they wouldn’t.
	Rusty nodded and licked his lips, then looked over the crew one by one.  Jin the Chinese girl was pulled up to her feet, her bindings removed.  She stood still.  Her skin was tan, very tan.  Long silky black hair, calm pleasant features.  She held her composure and waited.  She wore a simple blue top with ruffles and a big cartoony bear’s head on the front and jeans.
	She was only mildly embarrassed about peeing in her pants.
	Rusty looked to Chet, Taran, and Ben, the three boys in the mix.  Chet seemed to be the only one who had NOT pissed himself.  Jin stomach growled, Jed’s did, too.  Rusty shook his head to clear it of misaligned thoughts, licked his lips again and nodded something to himself.
	“You, come here.” he told Taran.
	Taran was a nice looking boy, blond headed, a scar on one cheek, thick styled hair in a feeble attempt to be “cool” with other kids in his age group.  His bindings, too, were removed.  Rusty leaned in close to the boy,
	“Take off her clothes.”
	Taran reared back, gulping, ‘Holy shit!’ on his lips.  He looked to Jin standing right close to him blinking his eyes excessively.
	“Have you ever seen a girl naked?” Rusty asked.
	The boy shook his head, “no” he hadn’t.  then, a correction, “well, little girls.”
	“Have you ever wanted to FUCK one of those little girls?”
	Taran gulped and lost his breath.  “Hell no!” he said.
	“You’d rather fuck little boys?” Rusty asked surreptitiously in chide.
	“FUCK NO!” the boy shouted in defiance.
	“Then get her clothes off!”
	The boy calmed down, he rolled his eyes and trembling hands came slowly up to Jin’s body.
	“It’s okay.” the girl said.  She had perfect white teeth, straight and clean.  As was her whole body persona.  Taran sweated and tightened up his body, closed his eyes and took in his breath--letting it out slowly before pulling up Jin’s shirt.  Jin tried to help was cautioned by a head nod from Rusty not to.
	She relented and Taran completed the task.  She had small little “knobs” to serve as titties and wore a small petite kiddie trainer.  Taran removed that, too.
	In the back Christine and Wanda closed their eyes, bowing their heads and knowing just really how fucked up their situation really was.  
	Really-really fucked.

	Young twelve year old Taran’s eyes bulged as slowly down came Jin’s jeans.  His eyes traveled down her legs then went back up to her butt.  Purple undies.  Plain, regular type.  Taran almost let out a moan.  ‘Whoa.’ he said.
	“Nice, huh?” Rusty said.  He sat on a small cushioned stool, still butt naked with a boner he stroked.  Jed sat across from him by the door, equally nude with a boner raging, too.
	Jin didn’t know if it was alright to do or not but she stepped out of her jeans and almost instinctively pulled her piss soaked panties down.  She stopped herself and waited.
	Taran refocused and with a subtle glance from Jin nodded his head that was not so subtle.  Timid trembling fingers gripped the hem of the purple undies and slowly-slowly very slowly lowered them.
	Bare ass.  Bare flesh.  Bare ass.  It was obvious, very obvious, Taran was a virgin, he had never seen a nude girl, wee little toddler girls, but Jin was not a wee little toddler.
	Once the undies were down and off her feet, Rusty nodded to Taran and the boy stood--interpreting the subtle nod from the nude masturbating kidnapper.  Young Keri stared and watched Rusty masturbating, sometimes watching Jed, the cohort.  Stacey and young-young Kellie watched Jin undressing Taran.
	And once Taran was indeed fully nude, his pre-teen cock hanging partially thickened and engorged, Jin got the task of “Suck him.” she gulped and almost lost composure.  She didn’t want to.  In the back Christine and Wanda once more bowed their heads in the horror of it all.
	A moment elapsed, giving sufficient time for Jin to gather herself.  She faced Taran and his so-so cock.  Whether she was experienced or just a fast learner--she gripped the young prong, tugged the skin down to the base and then went down on it.
	No teasing involved, the whole thang she engulfed and began working her head back and forth.
	“Use your other hand, too, hon.” Rusty cooed to her.
	Jin never missed a beat--er, suck; she brought her other hand up to play, working Taran’s bone.  “Squeeze his balls, honey.” Rusty continued to school her.  Jin slurped and sucked and with one hand squeezing at the base of the boy’s dick the other cupped his peach fuzz laden testicles and lovingly squeezed them.
	The boy went into overload excitement and began fucking Jin’s mouth!  One hand rested on his hip, the other caressed his lovely young ass.  He was schooled, too; “Put your hand on the back of her head; help her suck.”
	The boy complied and their was oral sex for all to see.

	Whether or not it was the boy’s first true ejaculation was not clear.  He was bombastically pleased.  Jin was grossed out, the taste of splooge not to her liking.  She retched uncontrollably and nearly hurled.  Taran shot a fantastic wad into her mouth, one terrific straight shot nearly choking and drowning the girl.  She reared back pulling the pecker out of her mouth; cum continued to baste her pretty Chinese face until it was well anointed and Taran was “empty.”
	“On your knees, hon.” Rusty commanded.
	Jin went to her knees, her ass to her abductor.  She continued to retch and heave some, she managed to regain control of herself and waited for the next.  
	Which was Mr. Rusty coming to his knees and saddling up behind the young girl.  His manly-manly cock brushed against her ass.  Jin’s mouth fell open and she struggled to breath.  Christine and Wanda in the back looked on in absolute horror.  “Please!” begged Wanda, “Don’t-don’t do that to her!”
	Rusty smiled to her; keeping his eyes on her he began guiding his manhood into the very virginal poop chute Jin Minn.  The girl clenched up everywhere, Taran stood with bits of cum still dripping from his penis, watching up close and personal as inch by inch the Abductor’s man-thing disappeared into Jin’s asshole.
	The girl was tight.  She grabbed up handfuls of carpet and cried out in dire anguish.  Rusty did finally pull out and spank the girl’s hinny.  Jed fished out of a storage pocket a tube of infamous lube.  Rusty twisted his body and Jed applied the anal goo to the cock, and a dab to the girl’s rim.
	Jin still grabbed up carpeting but the anguish in her face was gone, just the horror of it all remained.  She was deftly sodomized for several minutes, then Rusty grabbed her up by the hips--and with his cock still in her backdoor, lifted her up onto his lap and back onto his cushioned stool.
	He leaned back some, scooting his butt to the edge of the stool, opened his legs and had Jin’s legs draped over.  Taran, along with the other boys, stared at Jin’s lovely naked hairless snatch.
	“Whoa!” blurted Chet.
	All three boys, especially Ben, had seen a girl’s pussy--a little girl’s pussy.  But as previously stated, Jin was no “little girl.”  she was ten.  There was Christine in the back, too; but the attention was to Jin.  (for now)
	Taran was given another head nod.  The indication was received and interpreted and thought upon.  He focused onto Jin’s naked pussy, right there was the man’s cock, buried deeply into Jin’s poop chute.  There was his bald balls, Taran didn’t think too much as to why the man didn’t have pubes on his testicles, his mind was in overload and no time for questions.
	The gist for Taran was to “go down on Jin’s pussy.” the concept was a little elusive.  Mandy decided to help out.  Her efforts seemed misdirected or just weren’t being accepted.  She transmitted ‘pictures’ along with more stringent suggestions.
	‘Lick her where she pees from, like an ice cream.’
	Taran gulped, ‘she sucked YOUR dick, you can do her.’
	Taran leaned in, staring widely at the nakedness.  Jin was moved up and down slowly on the man’s prong.  ‘kiss her pussy, before you and her get taken outside.’ Mandy’s last statement prompted the boy to do the deed--he didn’t know Kristal but he didn’t want to see her in any harm just the same.  Or Jin or himself!  The kidnappers were serious about their business.  He pressed his lips to Jin’s pussy.  The taste and scent of pee was kinda revolting and he had a tough time continuing.
	Some how Taran managed and began an earnst bout of cunt licking.
	He received praise from his kidnappers.  Everyone else was behind him, having a nice view of his bare ass, his hole, his swinging balls.  The boy licked and sucked and with his fingers massaged the girl’s pussy.  At length when he was once more the hardest he had ever been in his life, he was commanded to Cease Operations and stand up.
	He did so.
	He then was brought in and Jin herself guided the boy’s cock into her pussy.  Both made faces.  It was a new experience for the two, Jin clung to Rusty as well as Taran.
	Slow-steady-near methodical fucking for several minutes--until at last Taran entered into that realm of sexual ecstasy that would not be denied at any cost.  Jin was virtually out of her mind, a pole of significant size crammed up her virgin butt, another prong of some size working furiously in her pussy.  Her nipples were pert and erect and Rusty squeezed them, further sending young Jin into her own sexual oblivion.
	Taran came to the apex of his lovemaking and pumped madly, striving to get every bit of the wondrous sensation that he could.  It was soooooo much better than simply jacking off.  He came hard and deep, short quick burst of orgasmic bliss.
	There was even a bit more as he pulled out, the super sensitive head getting one more fling as it cleared the swollen cunt lips of Jin Minn.  One more strand of boy spunk shot out of the young throbbing dong--splashing onto Jin’s tummy.  He lay his prick against the girl’s entrance and humped until the “feeling” elapsed to mere nothing.
	Rusty unloaded into the girl’s asshole and kept her on him for some time.  He needed to rest.  He nodded to Jed, ‘Go ahead, your turn.’

	Chet and Keri were the next chosen.  Chet was twelve years young, as was Taran.  Keri was ten years young, as was Jin.  As with the previous couple, Chet undressed Keri, Keri did so to Chet.  Along with urine in his underwear; there, too, was cum.  The boy had freshly orgasmed while watching Taran and Jin.
	Keri merely had very urine soaked panties.  Chet got the task, once Keri was nude, to kiss/lick her ass.  She had to turn and bend over, presenting her naked ass to him.  She parted her own cheeks, wept and sobbed while the indignity of being humiliated commenced.  Chet’s emotions were in check, he closed his eyes and licked Keri’s asshole and crack to his delight.
	As Jin had done so unto Taran, Keri did so unto Chet--sucked his dick.  She admitted under dire duress that she had seen her older brothers jerking off.  Both tried to molest her and many times they had managed to pants her and get her panties down, but they never raped her.
	Other than her naughty brothers, she had never seen a nude boy.
	The concept of cocksucking was horrifying to her.

	Though Chet had been given the subtle instructions (from both Jed and Mandy) hand placement, he merely stood watching Keri suck his dick.  He was totally mesmerized.  The sensations swelled within him, mostly his bone.  By admission he had never “cum” before.  He jerked off a few times, but had never cum.
	Keri suddenly spurted and made a grand displeasing face, “OH YUCK!” she spit out wads of sticky milky stuff.  “Suck his balls.” Rusty commanded her.  When she didn’t immediately comply Jed smacked her naked ass until she did so.
	And as she was already on her hands and knees, Jed came up to her hinny, too.  He lubricated his gangly many prick and began easing it into hole.  The girl fretted, begged, and generally carried on.  But she was neatly penetrated just the same.  Everyone waited.  And waited.  And waited for Jed to do like his cohort had done with Jin.
	But it didn’t happen.  After several ardent minutes of butt fucking, Jed nodded to the witless dumbfounded Chet.  Mandy put it to the boy via “pictures” to “get underneath her.”  The boy was all kinda of apprehensive about the deed, as well as confused.  But he did it and found himself staring up to Keri’s naked pussy and the man’s swinging balls.  He watched up close and personal sodomy in action.

	The sound of cock sliding in and out of a well fucked orifice, the slight pungent odor that derived from it, that sweaty slapping balls, all filled the senses to the max for Rusty’s passengers.  It was almost too much.  Young eight year old Kellie was held in the lap of Ben; both children were highly petrified.  Ben’s sister Stacey sat trembling at his side.
	Jed, like Rusty, was well spent after his tumultuous ordeal butt fuckng Keri.  Her asshole took several seconds, a minute or so to fully shut tight, cum drizzled out of it for several minutes thereafter.  Jed was--big.  Big boned, not overweight, just a big fella.  He was Scottish, horny, likeable, a close friend of Rusty’s (apparently), and had a massive fuck stick.
	“Anyone need to pee, some more?” Rusty called out in asking.
	For a long moment no one moved or made any indications that they did.  Finally Christine nodded her head, she closed her eyes and nodded.  Chet, Keri, Kellie, and Ben, too.  Jed continued to recover from his hellish ordeal and escorted the kids out.  All of them.  They were lined up against the van, then one by one they stepped out from the van, faced their companions and spread their legs still standing--and commenced peeing.
	For security’s sake Christine and Wanda were resecured.  Jed eyed Christine, he wanted to fuck her--badly.  He knew he would--eventually, he fondled her breasts and checked Wanda next to her.  Wanda was pissed.  She was horrified and didn’t know what was happening to the kids outside.  Jed turned to leave, then paused, bent over and spread his ass cheeks--and blew a narly ripe blast of gas.

	Chet moved up and pressed his body to Jin.  His fingers fingering her pussy.  They kissed and made it appear “passionate” as dictated by both their kidnapper as well as the unseen Spirit, Mandy.  The boy spent only a little time against Jin, he moved to Keri nextly and did the same--kissing and fingering.
	Stacey was next in line.  Stacey’s brother Ben had gotten the task of undressing his sister.  He proclaimed that he never-ever-ever molested his sibling.  He claimed to never have had the desire, too.  They being brother and sister, though, HAD seen one another in various stages of undress, including butt bare assed naked.
	No biggie.
	Stacey, too, in turn, undressed her brother.  She also slurped on his schlong, his fuzzless tezzies, and then sat on the step into the van with her young legs spread to be licked out by him.  The boy put up more of a reluctance than his sister.  He was mildly smacked on the bare ass for his non-compliance, little Kellie received a jolt of electricity and twitched on the ground before the boy finally went down on his sister.
	He was amazed that he got such a boner out of the deal.
	Chet nestled up against Stacey, his tongue lolling inside her mouth, his cock against her belly, his fingers diddling her naked little pussy.  Ben was pissed, he knew it wasn’t Chet he was angered with, but still.  
	Taran took his turn, going up against the girls with the kissing and fingering.  Chet paused when he came to Keri.  She was really young, just a year younger than Stacey, but still.  Chet sweated, his bone was shooting bits of cum already.  
	Out of the corner of his eye he saw the main man pull out of the van a long thin belt.  Was that BLOOD on the belt?  he panicked and pressed himself against the child and highly smooched her as well as fingered her poon.
	The girl wasn’t too keen on the deal and made a bit of a fuss.
	The belt smacked the air and it definitely got everyone’s attention.
	Chet, Taran, and Ben continued their thing, pressing their bodies against the girls, kissing them and fingering them--including little Kellie.  During the fingering from Taran to Keri, she peed.  She couldn’t help it and released a flood of urine.
	She was taken semi roughly and bent over the knee of Rusty--and spanked.  Bare handed walloped.  She screamed and frantically tried to stop the abuse--the other kids made feeble attempts to intervene--but were knocked to the ground crawling, cringing, clawing at the dog collars attached to their necks giving them horrific pains.
	“You don’t pee, shit, or fart unless I tell you to do so, got it?” Rusty’s voice warned the seven children.  The seven nodded in extreme fear.  The girls were fed water, two full glasses and forced to stand while the day burned on.
	At length the girls nodded that they were ready--ready to pee.
	Jin, Keri, Stacey, and Kellie each spread their legs and released a flood of pee.  The relief was wondrous.  The girls weren’t too thrilled with having to do the deed, the splashing of piss onto the sand that also splashed onto their bare feet…
	Thereafter they each in turn stepped up to the hard-up boys with hard-ons, kissed on them, masturbated the boys, and took a turn sucking on the boys’ cocks for a full five minutes--or until a boy orgasmed.
	Ben and Chet did the cum off.  Taran was at the pivotal point and was about to cum--when the sound of an airplane was heard close by.  The children were quickly hustled back inside the van, the door shut, and the kids secured.  Rusty and Jed got into the cab of the van, shutting a privacy door sealing off the insane cargo area.
	The plane was sighted, far off.  It bore no markings of a law enforcement plane and was about 2,000 feet above the desert floor.  It went along to a rocky ridge and disappeared.
	Jed’s stomach growled, Rusty patted his, Jed farted.
Hellish Conditions Abountiful
	Mandy looked on the scene--somehow it seemed familiar; Rusty and Jed had dressed and fired up the van once more and moved to a more pleasant dirt road.  After only a few miles they came to a large grove of high desert oaks and pines.  There was life in abundance; families camping.  It was a campground setting.  There was a centralized pond for swimming and a nearby creek for fishing.  There, too, was a general store on premises and across the two-lane highway a convenient drive-in/store/gas station/garage.
	The van pulled up to the pumps and while Rusty pumped gas, Jed scooted to the rinky-dink drive-in for the gathering of some grub.  Mandy found she could peer all around, outside goings on outside the van while still INSIDE the van, without moving.  It was if the van had no walls to it.  She sat--er, floated, drifted, something that whatever spirits do, in the rear with the “passengers”, but could see 360 degrees all around unimpeded.
	The sliding door opened and light brightly filled the cargo compartment.  There was noise and some confusion and someone came in.  the door quickly shut and there was darkness.  The original passengers needed time for their eyes to readjust.
	A low light flickered to life.  On the floor tussed up was someone knew.  A young adult.  She had been quickly hogtied, affixed with a blindfold and gag, and a dog collar.  She was moved to one side and Rusty went out thru the privacy door to the cab.
	He wasn’t gone long.
	Meanwhile, the new arrival twisted and thrashed about some.
	“I wouldn’t if I were you.” said Chet.
	The new arrival paused a moment and then continued thrashing.
	“She’s gonna be sorry.” said Jin.
	“Yep.” added Taran.

	The smell of hot burgers filtered into the van long before Jed slid open the door and deposited the grub.  Another “deposit” was made as well, yet another young adult.
	The van was fired up and struck off for a new destination.

	The “destination” was back out into the desert, but not far.  It was close at hand to the river, which was meager and not much more than a creek.  They were within easy walking distance to the desert campground.
	Once resettled and the a/c units kicked on, the sliding door was opened--facing the desertscape, and the hungry (and still terrified) crew fed.  Jed had made a worthwhile purchase of burgers, fries, shakes, and regualr drinks, along with desert treats from the rustic drive-in.
	The two new arrivals were secured to “pillars” while the others were untethered and allowed to feed.
	“I want to put it to you,” Rusty said as the kids devoured their meal, “that so long as you do as I say, as I want, you’ll get through this and go home.”
	He paused and slurped on a drink himself.
	“Piss me off in anyway, though,” he said with his voice changing, “and you’ll regret it.” he didn’t need to elaborate.
	Jed made a “clearing of the throat” noise and Rusty smiled, “And that goes for my partner, too--defy him and you will pay, all of you will pay.”
	The crew finished their meal in silence.
	When done, back to the same-oh-same-oh!