August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 29
An Aura of Evil

Insanity Ten Fold
	Jed gripped the carpet, his ass had scooted so much it was getting blisters--but try and try and try as he might--he wasn’t able to cum.  But not for the lack of trying.  
	Trying her best to get him to cum was twenty-one year old Brittany, the first new arrival from earlier.  Her long super curled auburn hair was pulled back by the one who had initially abducted her.  Her mouth remained filled with the cohort’s cock, while in her ass was the abductor.
	Twice did she try to make trouble; the first time she suffered rolling on the sand and thrashing madly.  The second had three little girls rolling on the desert sand thrashing madly.  Brittany got the point and promised not to “act up” any further.
	But compliance was easier said than done.  The young pre-teen boys undressed her.  They were naked themselves and had erections.  Brittany was horrified but realized quick she was in a fucked-very fucked, situation.  Compliance was not just required it was necessary.
	It was insane to submit, but she had no choice, she didn’t know who the little girls were, or the little boys, but she certainly didn’t want to be responsible for their harm.
	Allowing herself to be undressed was a tough deal.  Getting on her hands and knees and sucking one of the Abductors’ cock while the other plugged her in the ass.
	She admitted being a cocksucker, she sucked her boyfriend’s cock and when she was twelve she had slurped on her brother’s cock and his best friend.  The boys had been fourteen at the time.  Just sucking, nothing more.
	Her mind was pretty much frapped, but she was aware of all those present, including a friend who worked as a clerk at the gas station at the drive-in.  It was all chaotic and she concluded that they had been kidnapped for sexual purposes.
	She was right!
	Jed took the young woman’s head and pushed it back, removing his prick from her mouth.  His cock was in some sort of agony.  Brittany was cute.  Which was the sole reason she was “acquired.”  there were, of course, many “cute” girls in the world, so it was actually more of an opportunity issue more than anything else.  Short golden brown hair, a round sweet face full of innocence and charm, small apple sized breasts, a shapely body and in tight-tight jeans the three boys had troubles taking down.
	Relentlessly it seemed she had been hammered in the ass by the abductor.  He spanked her cheeks and plowed her with some sort of bizarre vengeance.  He seemed to be unable to cum.  The man fucking her in the mouth seemed struggle as well, but both were determined to do so and they continued to fuck her until they did so.
	Rusty managed to finally at last relinquish his liquid love and filled Brittany’s rectum cavity with it.  He tried to hold in his vocal awe of the deed finally done--but was unable to do.  It was a sign to Brittany that perhaps the horrific act was done with.
	She was wrong!
	Rusty wiped himself down with someone’s panties and scooted back to his cushioned stool.  Brittany was still on her knees, her mouth still working a gangly funky cock that just would not spew.
	Cum oozed out of Brittany’s asshole, though, she clenched and squeezed more out.  Young Chet was nodded, his cock was mostly stiff, he was just a little unsure as to who he was supposed to go.  The stripping down of Brittany had been kinda--interesting.  It gave him a boner that was for sure.  He knew and understood well enough that the situation was way-way out of control.  And there was not squat one thing they could do about it--not without receiving a shit load of pain in the process.
	Or getting killed.
	‘Move up to her, stupid.’ a voice came to him.  He looked around, licked his lips in wonderment, decided that it was his conscious and “moved up” to the naked Brittany’s wriggling ass.
	She was older.  An adult of some kind, 20 something, she had a job so she must be out of high school and college.  Chet kinda liked her, she was pretty, older than the other girls, more “developed.”  she had more fur between her legs, her breasts were nice looking, too.
	‘Try in her pussy.’ came the hidden voice.
	Chet wasn’t a dope, just apprehensive.
	Cock had been in the girl’s pussy, the abductor had poked her initially before settling on fucking her near virgin asshole.  Brittany was only mildly aware of being entered, she would have protested (somewhat) had she known it was by a mere twelve year old!
	Chet entered the girl’s pussy.  It wasn’t very tight but it was a unique feeling just the same.  He pumped and grinded, gyrated and generally enjoyed himself.
	Ben came nextly and then Taran.
	None of the boys managed to achieve orgasm, they were given five minutes to fuck and that was it.  Jed still struggled to cum.  Brittany found herself fingering her pussy, it was on fire.
	Rusty gave his cohort a look, a stern look.  Jed returned it with a look of “I’m trying!” Rusty swigged on a soda and continued to rest, massaging his severely aching bone and waiting.

                                                     *****

	The van moved only once more, a little further from the desert campground.  The door opened and once more revealed only a desert view.  As evening fell, the kiddies were once more lined up outside, the girls first, then the boys.  The girls and boys began to understand a “routine” and held their need to pee until the predestined time.
	After the boys and the girls had peed and did those other things, the girls laid out in the van, legs open nice and wide.  Christine and Wanda were still secured to the rib/pillar of the van, both had the need to pee, too.  Brittany and her co-friend Bonnie were livid.  They were secured equally as Christine and Wanda, but livid, horrified, repulsed, and in the dire need to pee.
	But they would have to wait.
	First there was snu-snu!

	Jin Minn lay still, staring up the button tuck blue vinyl ceiling.  She paid little attention to Chet who came climbing on top of her.  She could feel his penis gliding against her.  She shuddered some and wondered what it was going to feel like.  A wave of emotions swelled in her, she tried to shake it and regain control but failed.  She sobbed some and clutched up the fibers of the carpet.  Chet paused and it was clear that he did not want to proceed, but he had to.
	Jin finally looked to and held his attention.  She expressed to him by her face that “It’s okay, do it.” Chet looked to her.  He liked her, he really liked her.  She was nice.  He smiled and then there was someone abruptly clearing their throat.  The main man.  Chet gulped and nodded and began dragging repositioning his cock to Jin’s poon.
	Jin parted her legs a little more and pushed her self up to him.
	There was a little yelp from the young girl as she was breached.  Her entire body clenched up involuntarily but it passed quickly and they began to fuck.  Chet tried to be as easy about it as possible--but emotions and sensations were insurmountable at best.
	Brittany and Bonnie sat in agony--the need to pee and the horror before them.  Wanda and Christine hung their heads, it wasn’t to say that they were broken, just that they realized just how horrible their situation really was and that there was no way out.  (except by death)
	It wasn’t clear if Jin had an orgasm, but Chet did.  He was bombed about it, blown to bits.  The sensation was more incredible than he could ever imagine.  After the initial orgasm blast, and subsequent minor ones that followed immediately but were actually all a part of the same orgasm, Chet withdrew and received even MORE sensations as his cock cleared Jin’s pussy.
	More cum shot out onto the girl’s belly and up her chest.  “Holy shit!” he exclaimed.  Rusty smiled, Jed smiled, it was only the beginning.
	The sensation from Chet’s dong was lasting, it was even better than getting a hummer from Keri!  He stared down to Jin’s twat, covered in his jiz.  On her own the young Chinese girl frigged herself.  Brittany and Bonnie were side by side and on the side to have a side look on the horrors, Wanda and Christine were behind the pairings, accepting it and waiting.
	Taran and Keri were paired up nextly.  Keri laid down on the carpet, this after a few lingering touchy-feely moments between the legs of the sitting Rusty.  He consoled her as if she were his daughter, patting her stomach and then diddling her cunny to his delight.  He at length patted her ass and sent her to her new task.
	Taran slowly advanced onto Keri. Keri was a tad bit more emotional about the ordeal, but managed somehow to maintained herself.  She clenched as Taran’s cock brushed against her entrance.  The boy looked down between their bodies and used a hand to work his prick into her.  Keri closed tight her eyes and opened her legs a little more.  Taran eased into the girl and made love to her slowly…
	…until that pivotal moment came whereas he was no longer in control of himself.  Then he was an animal, a dog; fucking furiously like a rabbit.  All poor Keri could do was endure--until she herself was driven to the brink of orgasm and she began to freak out.
	All those in attendance watched as the pair flailed about madly, arms and legs akimbo--their hips slapping hard into one another until the threshold of their union achieved that ultimate goal and then they plummeted into obscurity.
	Who was left?  Ben and his sister Stacey and the eight year old Kellie.
	Ben looked nervous.  Stacey sat on her butt with her arms wrapped about knees.  A look came to Ben.  Ben gulped.  There was no way, no way, he conveyed, that he was going to screw his little sister.
	Another look was conveyed to him (from Rusty) ‘Screw her or I’LL screw her!’
	And then Jed would screw her, and then Rusty would screw her, and then Jed--and of course there were those other two holes to fill, too.
	The message was received.  It wasn’t liked, but it was received.
	Stacey was emotional.  Not overly emotional, just not overly pleased with the horrific situation.  Her brother came onto her and rested his boner onto her pussy.  He began to pump as if he were “in” the girl.  Stacey gave it away so noting that he was “not in yet.”
	The belt came out into play, THE belt.  Ben raised up his hips and guided in his young missile.  He had never wanted to actually FUCK his sister, maybe rub on her--and he did, and watch her change clothes--of which he did that, too.  He mainly, though, wanted to FUCK her girlfriends.  And there were, as well, a pair of cute cousins he wanted to doink.
	He doinked his sister, though, five minutes worth before submitting to a lovely-lovely orgasm.  It was beyond belief for the both of them.  He was an avid wanker, Stacey had just begun fingering her poon and discovering the wondrous elusive sexual feelings.
	But full out and out sex was bombastically more incredible!

	Rusty’s eyes fell on Chet.  Chet licked his lips.  Outside there was a full moon bathing the desert in a translucent light.  A coyote howled in the distance, bats squeaked and someone in the van farted.
	Little Kellie wept.  A lot.  Her emotions went wild and rampant and there was intervention from the new arrivals.  Wanda and Christine, knowing better, chimed in, themselves…
	To no avail, however, and they knew that they would be punished later on.  But Chet did the deed.  He didn’t like and silently seemingly vowed vengeance.  There was no denying, though, the sincere sexual sensations of fucking a little girl.  He seemed to like it, though he strongly outwardly professed to deny it.
	Taran went into Kellie nextly.  Then Ben took his turn.
	Stacey clenched up the carpet as Taran and Chet sunk their bones into her pussy, screwing her until they had both successfully cum.  The emotional state of ALL the participants, secured or otherwise, was unbelievable.  
	After the boys had all had their dongs in Stacey, she was taken to the lap of Rusty.  Nothing more than simply occupying his lap.  She was frightened, though, very-very frightened.  Ben gave the look of warning, a hopeful warning to the bastard who held his sister--you better not do anything to her you fucker!
	Rusty paid the twerp no mind and the boys continued on merrily fucking Kellie, Keri, and Jin.

The Second Cumming
	The desert air was cool, the moon was full, the situation was still hellish.  There was relief, though, Brittany and Wanda spilled a gusher load of pent up piss.  Christine and Bonnie no longer needed to go--they had released their full bladders in the van.  They were not punished as they expected to be--but then again, that goes for interpretation, too.
	Twinkling lights could be seen in the distance, campfires from the desert campground.  In the far-far distance there was vehicle traffic.  The younger kids were tired, sore, sticky, and sleepy.  They were allowed their rest while continuing hanky and much panky continued.
	It was Brittany and Bonnie firstly.  They were friends, sort of coworkers, they worked in the same area.  Brittany was 21 years young while Bonnie was just 19.  Both had boyfriends.  Brittany was an anal virgin, save for a couple of times when she was a teen.  Bonnie was a pussy virgin.  She professed to giving head and taking it in the ass, but was reserving her cunny for someone special.
	Wanda lay out on the warm desert sand.  She had made a few feeble attempts to thwart the sexual assault, but the electrified dog collar made those attempts foolish.  She endured being raped by both the abductors with both men bringing her to multiple orgasms.
	When done she rolled to her side and vomited.
	Christine and the two new arrivals would have to wait until the morning for “their turn.”  the two men loaded them up back into the van, the van’s cargo area was rendered secure and the two men entered into the cabin area.  The seats there were customizable and could be turned to make a bed.  It was a little snug but comfortable just the same.  A simple sheet covered their nude bodies.  They toyed with their naughty prongs and went to sleep.
	Mandy did, too.

New Day Nothing New
	It was obvious that her mind was in overload.  It was almost too much to bare, she wasn’t dealing with the insanity all that well.  But it was only a matter or time before she crossed the threshold of acceptance or absolute psychosis that would put her in therapy the rest of her life.
	“Put your hands on their ass.” came the voice again, stabbing into her mind.  Brittany at first rebuked the horrible command, ‘just do it’ had been drilled into her mind, too, another voice, a female type voice.  But ‘just do it’ was something Brittany just couldn’t do.  Could she?
	At length the threshold of tolerance and acceptance had been crossed.  She realized that there WAS nothing that she could do, no one was going to help, it was insane--totally!
	Pumping steadily between her legs was a boy she came to know as Chet.  On their knees at her head was the other two boys, Taran and Ben.  Up between their legs she had to place her hands--this after masturbating the boys’ dongs, fondling their balls.  Her hands had to come to their bare ass and caress.
	She lay on her back on desert sand.  She (they) were in the shade, but the sun was creeping up fast in the clear blue sky.  Occasionally drifts of coolness came along the ground level (from the nearby river/creek).
	On the step-side of the van sat Jin and Keri, Kellie and Stacey were inside the van with Christine and Wanda.  Bonnie sat on Rusty’s cushioned stool, awaiting her turn.  As with Brittany the previous day, the boys undressed Bonnie.  Nothing more, just undressed her.
	Chet finally got his nut, his eyes fluttered and he shuddered from toes to eyebrows.  He made verbal outbursts about the deed, praising God, mixed cussing, and scoring the sex act.
	Taran got his turn, Chet sat back masturbating, massaging his aching bone.  Brittany continued fondling and fingering Ben’s ass.  Taran didn’t waste too much time in coming to cum, under two minutes.  He was already pretty fired up and pumped furious when seated into the woman’s cunt.
	Ben took the longest to cum.  
	When all three boys had done their thing they got a reprieve--they even got to out to the creek to cool off!  
	“Kinda risky, aint it?” inquired Jed.
	Rusty nodded that it was so, but it was necessary to sway them.
	“The collar,” Jed continued, “water proof?”
	Rusty watched the three nude boys frolic in the knee deep water, splashing all about and being carefree.  “We’ll see.” he told his friend.
	Jed rolled his eyes, shook his head and gave his friend a whimsical smile.  He massaged his cock, it still ached.  Terribly.  Brittany lay on the sand, cum oozing from her pussy.  He wanted to fuck her, terribly; but his cock needed the rest.  He nodded to the apprehensive but calm Bonnie.
	“Get on her.” he told her.  Bonnie gulped, she needed clarity.
	“Sit on her face.” Rusty added.
	Both Bonnie and Brittany made faces of displeasure.  Bonnie nearly broke down and wept.  She maintained herself and moved to settle on her friend’s face.
	“Go on down, you know the drill.” cooed Rusty.
	Bonnie did, she didn’t like it, but she knew the drill.
	The rest of the gang, the girls, watched as Brittany and Bonnie 69ed.
	
	There was something about Bonnie.  There was something about Brittany, too; and Stacey, Kellie, Keri, Jin; each girl/woman had a nuance about her.  Each girl was different, even naked and sprawled out.  Rusty liked Keri, and there was something about Jin he liked, too.  And Christine, and Bonnie.  Bonnie was nineteen, she was cute, small frame, small face, short kinky permed hair, small eyes, whimsical face and most general had been always a smiler.
	She licked and licked and licked on her friend’s coozey, pulling the “lips” apart and digging in.  Brittany was not so inclined to be so involved, but fear prompted her to proceed with the hellish command; she licked out Bonnie’s cunt and tried to stem the tide of new unique feelings.
	Jed came around and began caressing Bonnie’s ass.  He had Brittany pull the girl’s cheeks open and his massive Scottish fuck pole began prodding its way into Bonnie’s hole.
	Bonnie paused a moment, she latched onto Brittany’s cunt and held on until the man was in her.  No lubrication this time around.  Once all the way in he slowly-very slowly began to pump.
	The man known as Rusty came to his knees, waggling his cock before Bonnie’s face.  She willingly began slurping on it, going all the way down and sucking on his hairless testicles, too.
	She only got to suck him a few times before he glided his tool into Brittany’s sopping wet poon.  Like Jed, he pumped all the way in and did a slow methodic fuck.  A time or two he pulled out and Bonnie sucked him.
	“Pull her legs back.” Rusty told Bonnie calmly.  Bonnie complied, locking her arms around Brittany’s legs and holding them back.  It helped angle up Brittany’s asshole.  Bonnie helped guide his prong into the clenching sphincter.  Brittany’s hot breath on Bonnie’s poon was near intoxicating.
	Both Fuckers accomplished their task, Jed filling Bonnie’s asshole to the maximum capacity.  A river of his cum spilled out of the anus, dripping down to her furry burger and onto Brittany’s head.  “Lick it clean!” Jed commanded of Brittany.
	Brittany was repulsed but complied.  She licked Bonnie’s dirt chute clean of cum, her pussy, and then nuzzled on Jed’s balls and cock shaft.
	Rusty shot a nice wad into Brittany’s asshole as well as her pussy.
	Bonnie willingly slurped the cum from Brittany’s poon, licked her hole and sucked wholly on Rusty’s cock.  She was a keeper.

                                               *****

Don’t Go Down There, It’s Dark!
	Wanda watched as their clothes went one by one down the slow moving creek.  All the van “passengers” clothing, ‘cept for panties.  Those were kept by the two men of the van.  Wanda leaned down and drank the water from the creek, behind her pumped steadily the one man known as Jed.  His cock was massive, not so much as being extraordinarily LONG, but it was girthy--thick.  It made her asshole hurt.
	She couldn’t imagine how the others felt being fucked in the pussy or ass by the endowed man.  She noted, too, that most of them were settling in and getting used to be sexually abused.  She knew herself that to avoid the pain infliction compliance was the only norm.
	But she was not going to be all that willing and would seek out any manner of escape possible.
	Before noon, all the boys stuffed their rested weenies into Brittany and Bonnie.  They were sucked first, nuzzled, and had their assholes fingered.  Then full out and out fucking.  If a boy couldn’t cum in the selected pussy--he had to try for the adjacent asshole.
	Chet managed to cum in Brittany’s pussy.  He was allowed to rest before stuffing Bonnie.  Taran was unable to unload liquid love into Brittany, so he got sucked and fondled and when he once more felt the stirrings of orgasmic bliss seething through his loins, he stuffed her asshole.  The young adult lay on her back, legs up in the air, her hands supporting her ass basting in the noonday sun while a twelve year old boy sodomized her.
	Christine.  She was Rusty’s girl.  He liked her the most.  A lot.  He doinked her front and back, caressed her body and urinated on her.  Lightly he spanked her as she lay across his lap.  Pulling a cheek he invited Ben to stuff her hole.  Meanwhile Taran humped off into her mouth.
	Though Jed was a genuine pervert, and liked young children to satiate his perverted lust, he took a strong shine to Wanda.  She was an adult, the same age as he was (27).  She was slenderly built, very-very attractive, and he desired to rest his wicked bone in her--constantly.
	Another burger run was made, this time no new (new-er) passengers.
	The van returned to almost the exact same place.  The crew ate and then slept.  As the sun dipped into obscurity and the moon began to rise, the crew watched in some horror (if not awe) as big dicked Jed took his beefy prong to the youngest member of the kidnapped group, eight year old Kellie.
	He lay down and significantly lubed up his schlong, then brought the young child onto his body and with equally beefy strong hands glided her up and down his bone.  He had the girl take her own hands to steady his cock and guide it into her pussy.
	She had previously been fucked by all three boys, licked on, fingers, and Rusty had fucked her, too.  The girl made horrendous outbursts as the massive prong began tearing its way into her body.  Christine and Wanda shouted from the back of the van to stop.  The turned most their pleas to Rusty, who seemed the leader and the more rational one and easier to deal with.
	Rusty, though, did nothing but hold Keri on his lap, his own cock embedded up the girl’s corn chute.  Her legs draped over his and Ben on his knees licking her cunt.
	Everyone was upset and made quite a fuss.
	But the dirty devilish deed was done.
	Little Kellie was pushed off when Jed was done and done.  She didn’t move.  For the first time, Mandy saw a young person bleeding.  She held disdain for the one called Jed, and she wasn’t too happy with Rusty, either.
	Kellie didn’t move.  Not for a long-long time.  She breathed, but her breathing was labored.  She held her hands to her bloodied pussy and lay in a curled fetal position.
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” declared Brittany.
	“Why, yes--yes I was!” Jed chortled, he then brought a heavy hand across the girl’s face that nearly sent her into a state of unconscious.  The others who had same-like words for Jed held them in check.
	Jed picked up someone’s panties and wiped his dick and balls clean.
	The crew settled down with vengeance in their hearts.

	Sprawled out in the cab on the seats turned bed, naked Rusty and Jed “serviced” one another, sucking one another in their own 69er.  Jed was at the point of climax when a noise alerted Rusty.  He raised his head and cum spurted from Jed’s cock splashing and coating Rusty’s bare neck.
	The windows in the cab area were down to get free flowing air and to be alerted to any “noises”.  He scooted to the passenger area and peered out into the darkness, the full moon helped to see, though--and located the source of the “noise.”
	It was someone, running.  They had come to the small river and splashed across it running for their life.  Jed threw open the privacy door to the cargo area and flicked on a very bright light.
	A quick head count and there was one missing.
	There was an air vent opened, too.  The vent was on the floor and there was an opening, just barely-barely enough to allow a passenger to escape.  Brittany.
	Rusty swallowed.  Jed fumed.  The “passengers” looked on in fear.

	Though the desert was relatively “flat” per se, there was no sign of the escapee.  There were small depressions, desert water channels that were dry, bushes and boulders and the remains of ancient foundations of homesteads.
	“Go up along the river to the camp.” Rusty told his friend.  Dressed and with a backup Device the young man took off quickly.
	Rusty crossed the river and scanned the desert.  The bright moon was one thing against Brittany; in her fright and haste to quickly scurry from insanity she was prone showing herself and not apt to being subtle or very stealthy.
	Although she may have some wits retained and lay still until Rusty left the area.  In his hand he carried the Device, the original.  He pressed the Activate button.
	Nothing.
	No screaming, no ranting, no flopping about madly on the desert sand.  This was not good.  He looked to his left towards the desert camp, twinkling lights of campfires.  The desert highway was a good twenty miles to the northwest of that camp.  He doubted Brittany could make it there.  The desert terrain could be rough on a nude body, ‘specially the bare feet.
	The camp, though, there was a road there--the drive-in, a camp host/hostess, and other people.  Could be trouble.  Could be.  Squatting down he scanned the area long and hard.  ‘Move, damn you, move!’
	He pressed the Activate button repeatedly.  According to the dial indicator the Device was working.  
	‘The collar, water proof?” Jed had asked earlier.
	Rusty would have likened to think so.  He was almost certain the electrical housing unit was sealed off enough to prevent water shorting it out--sweat, bath water, river water.
	Suddenly there was movement, something scurried off in the distance, running fast.  A human.  Brittany.

	Quickly he dashed off trying to intercept.  Her fright, though, propelled her and she managed to elude him--if only momentarily.  She screamed into the night, “KEEP THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” Rusty pressed the Activate button again and saw an electrical arch on the dog collar attachment.  It HAD shorted out.  ‘Son-of-a-bitch!’ he bitched.
	Temporarily Brittany was out of sight.  Rusty squatted and waited.  Listening.  Only light desert breezes, a warbling from some bird, a bat squeaking its sonar…
	And quickly scurrying feet!
	Rusty stood and focused, and there she was!

	Swiftly Rusty charged after her and though he was clad with boots and his Subject barefooted, she somehow managed to evade him and outpace him.  Adrenaline has that ability.
	It was short lived, however.  Brittany stepped on a sharp piece of desert, tripped, and fell headlong into a small gully depression.  Rusty was right on top of her--and was promptly fended off successfully with a hearty and mighty kick to the groin.
	Brittany was up and running again.  Rusty lay consoling his severely aching balls.  He wanted to call out to Jed who was probably already at the desert campground.
	Once more the search for the escapee was on, tears continued to flood from his eyes, he coughed and sputtered as the pain was unrelenting.  The pain in his balls would remain for quite some time.
	He stumbled onto a dirt road.  It was ill-kept and unused.  He tried gathering himself and was buzzed by a bat.  He became a little disorientated and realized that he was just a little lost.  Carefully he picked the small sharp rocks from the heel of his hands, he had skint up his shins and knees, too.  When he got the girl back to the van he was give her SUCH a spanking.
	But he vowed not as harshly as Kristal had received.  He admitted to himself that that unfortunate business had gone too far.
	He stood and gathered himself once more.  ‘Where are you, sweetie?’  his breathing was still labored, his ball sac still in much pain.  He heard nothing.  Nothing.  He began to sweat and contemplate returning to the van, collecting Jed, and getting out of the area as quickly as possible…
	…when suddenly he was attacked.
	Brittany came lunging up out a ditch running along the road, and she came armed--with a large 20 lbs slab of rock.  She managed to bash the rock to Rusty’s shoulder, her aim had been to his head but she was injured, in a panic, and pissed off.
	Rusty stumbled and fell to the roadway.  Brittany kicked him and struck off at a run down the road.  Rusty shook off the attack, his shoulder hurt extensively throughout the area, the rock had managed to cut his ear, too.  She was going to get the ass beating of a lifetime, he vowed to get the spare fan belt and welt her backside good!
	Staggering thru the moonlit night he ran after the girl.
	“Keep away from me!” screamed the hysterical girl.
	Rusty continued his pursuit.

	Occasionally the girl paused to collect hand sized rocks to hurl at her pursuer.  Rusty managed to dodge all but one.  The “one” pegged his otherwise undamaged knee.  
	Rusty backed off, he could still see her and he didn’t want to risk getting pegged in the noggin--the bitch could actually kill him!  Brittany almost paused breaking down, a misguided bat buzzed her and frightened her and she struck off quickly again.
	A large pile of great boulders, slabs, and debris there came to be.  Old equipment lost to time lay scattered on both sides of the unused road.  Rusty paused long enough to read a well weathered sign laying in the sand:
                     	T om so  Gen ra  Rock Q a ry #2
	No where was Brittany.  This was a very dangerous place, she could be lurking in hiding anywhere, with another 20 pound rock in her hand.  Great monumentus slabs of boulders and rocks jutted skyward.  The derelict digging cranes stood lifeless in the backdrop of the night.
	She could be anywhere.
	Wisely Rusty moved to the shadowy side of a derelict rock processing machine; after hunkering down he took his time taking in the abandoned quarry.  Anywhere, she could be anywhere.  She was pissed off, but frightened, too.  She could have managed somehow to ditch him, elude him and be back on her way…
	He whirled around to peer down the empty road.
	Nothing.
	Suddenly there was gravel falling.  He stood and clunked his head on the machine’s lever, stumbled and bashed his already bleeding and aching shin on another portion of the machine.
	Close by the great DEEP pit gravel was scurrying--having been dislodged by someone creeping along trying to be stealthy.  Rusty moved to the edge of the precarious site and strained to see.  He saw nothing.  He waited.  He held his breath and scanned the upper area of the quarry.
	“KEEP AWAY FROM ME!” screamed out a voice, Brittany.
	He didn’t see her, not until she verbally lashed out.  He spied her, moving steadily along the crumbling quarry stone.  
	“Hey, hey be-be careful, you’re going to fall!”
	“FUCK YOU!” she shouted back--and promptly lost some footing and grip and slipped a few feet down the weathered/slick surface of questionable rock.  She shrieked and Rusty made his way--limpingly, towards her.  The “pit” was some 2-300 feet deep and a slight angle.  A pool of narly water was at the bottom and no telling how deep THAT was.  It didn’t look too healthy in any event.
	“Come on back, or stay where you--”
	“KEEP AWAY!” screamed out the girl hysterically.  She slipped some some more but managed to hold on.  Rusty was in a near panic himself.  He cussed his luck and precariously picked his way along the edge of the quarry to the girl’s position.  Frantically Brittany screamed and cussed and moved quickly along…
	…she suddenly let out a horrific scream and slipped.  And was not able to regain a handhold.  Rusty watched her as she tumbled down the rocky slope of the steep incline of the quarry and then hit the pool of water.
	For a long moment thereafter nothing.  Rusty didn’t move.
	Bits of rocks and gravel continued to roll down until at last no more.

                                                   ****

Well, Shit!
	The morning sun came brightly and warmly.  All was quiet and still on the desert.  An eeriness fell silently upon those of the van.  Christine began to pee.  There was no holding back and she was afraid--to make a noise or to ask to be let out.  She had peed before but still didn’t like it, the smell for one thing was horrendous enough.  So far she hadn’t had to do a Number Two.  
	Others of the van were peeing were they were secured/tethered, no one said anything and merely waited.  By the solemn look and mannerism of the lead kidnapper, the worst fate for Brittany was assumed.  Rusty had returned a couple of hours before daybreak.  The cohort came along shortly after.  They spoke outside the van and then the cab’s doors were heard.  The van was fired up and moved.
	The door was finally opened, including the vinyl security door.  After that, nothing.  Silence.  Jed sat on the instep and Rusty took a walk alone.
	“I gotta go.” whined Stacey.
	“Pee?” inquired Jed.  
	The little nodded, ‘No.’
	He untied the girl and helped her out.  He took her around the rear of the van and had her brace against the bumper, stand at a stance with her legs apart, Jed himself parted her cheeks and cooed to her to “go ahead.”
	Stacey wasn’t so inclined to crap with Jed present, but the pressure was great and soon she was doing just that--crapping with Jed present.  Jed watched with some sadistic sick glee; masturbating and rubbing the girl’s ass.  She peed also.  
	When she had finished pooping, Jed used some toilet paper and cleaned her.  He then turned her about and made her sit on the chrome bumper of the custom van.  The bumper was a wee bit warm but she complied.  Jed cooled her down by peeing on her.  She also serviced him by sucking him.
	All of the passengers had needs, to poop and/or pee.  Jed took them one by one.  Rusty was still out on his “walkabout.”  After the bathroom stuff had been done and each member, each member sucked his willy, Jed had Chet and Taran lay on the floor of the van and suck one another.  He himself caressed Taran’s ass.  The boys were none too pleased about cocksucking one another--none too pleased at all.

	When Rusty returned in the mid afternoon, “Load ‘em up, we’re moving.”  They went cross country for a while, drove across the creek and circumvented the desert campground before coming onto the desert road that led out to the desert highway.
	Minutes later there was a desert highway rest stop.  The van pulled in to a lone parking space and the two kidnappers came into the cargo area.  The passengers all had the notion that “something was up.”
	Rusty removed his clothes, Jed followed suit.
	Rusty looked over the crew and focused on Ben and his sister.
	Stacey assumed the position, on her hands and knees.  Rusty caressed her ass and finger fucked her asshole while she herself slurped on her brother’s cock.  Then, she had to turn about and suck on Rusty’s cock while her brother stuffed himself up her ass.
	After five minutes and he hadn’t cum, the girl laid out on her backside, pulled her legs back and the sibling laid into her, stuffing her pussy and fucking until he creamed in her.
	When he had he had to sit back and watch as Taran and Chet too their turns.  Chet eased into the girl’s pussy; at the five minute mark and he hadn’t arrived at a sufficient orgasm, he went up her ass.  Stacey remained on her backside, still pulling her legs back.  The boy finally unloaded and it was almost like it was his first orgasm.
	Taran straddled Stacey chest and fucked there, the girl kissing the tip of the boy’s schlong until he blasted a hot sticky load of boy spunk.  Jin got the task of cleaning the girl’s face of the spunk, Kellie sucked on Taran cum shooter and Keri licked on Stacey’s pussy.
	Then, the girl and her brother were blindfolded and had their hands tied behind their backs.  The door was opened to reveal a setting sun…
	Christine griped the pillar she had been secured to, she tried counting the “buttons” of the button-tuck vinyl ceiling but occasionally lost track as her abductor plowed her.  Her eyes fluttered and she could feel every inch of his invading manhood sliding into her.  There was no denying the intensity of the fuck.
	It wasn’t too particularly “passionate”, but it wasn’t violent, either.
	When he finally came, he was even gentle about it.  He lay on her and suckled her breasts--and continued pumping until his cock was well spent within her poon.  He pulled out and lay his prick on her swamp box and humped a little more.  A little more juice spilled and further soaked her pussy.  When done and done-done, he sat up and leaned against the partition wall massaging his cock.
	Wanda grunted as Big Dick Jed slammed her.  He was more deliberate and aggressive.  She endured it, as did Christine, as did the others.  Jed fucked slow and then sped up.  He pushed the woman’s legs back and drilled her pussy into oblivion.  The woman tried and tried and tried to stop cumming, but failed.  Multiple orgasmic explosions screamed thru her body.  She gripped the big Scotsman’s body, raking his bare backside with her fingernails--her hips began to pound into him and they entered into a harmonious sexual euphoria.

	The sounds of trucks, lots of trucks, filtered into the van’s cargo area.  The vent Brittany had managed to wriggle thru had been replaced and made secured.  It still allowed some natural air to filter in, the van had traveled on a smooth roadway for many miles, hours.   	 
	The van’s passengers were down to six.  Christine had thought for sure she was going to be taken out, she had seen a trend--you get doinked by the kidnappers--you get put out somewhere.  Ben and Stacey had been booted at the rest stop.  Wanda at a lone crossroads.  
	The sounds of idling trucks, air brakes, grinding gears, backing up trucks, and trucks trucking indicated that the van was at some sort of truckstop.  Kellie was the center of attention, on her hands and knees sucking on Rusty’s cock, behind her Chet and Taran licked her ass crack, jammed their fingers into her asshole and pussy, and then their bigger fingers.  The boys were virtually “cummed” out and so they were allotted five minutes fucking time.
	Both Rusty and the one known as Jed creamed off into the little girl’s mouth.  Thereafter she was cuddled and kissed on--then blindfolded, bound hand and foot and taken out of the van.
	Bonnie moved slowly up and down, she made small meek grunts.  She clenched and twitched and heightened her breath a time or two; reeling as she was filled to capacity with her abductor’s cock.
	His hands gripped her ass and squeezed hard, almost helping her move up and down as she lay on the naked man.  Her mind was delirious and not of her own.  His fingers touched her rim causing her pussy to clench tightly onto the invading shaft.
	No words were spoken.  Mandy couldn’t recall anyone saying anything since the trek had begun.  What happened to the “passengers” after they were put out of the van she didn’t know.  She was just along for the ride.  She had begun to worry, about herself--not so much as the psychosis she was possibly having--on-going, but the intense heat waves seething throughout her body.
	Rusty did his deed and sat up.  Nothing more, no superlatives, nothing else follows. Lightly Bonnie fingered her pussy.  Sexual bliss ran like a maddening river and she was unable to stem the tide.  
	She was turned over, Rusty sat on his seat with Keri on his lap.  Jed admiring her ass, and hole.  He nodded to Christine and the teen scooted down to whereas Bonnie could nosh on her.  Both had come to just accept their torment and deal with it.  There was naught to do about it--that didn’t or wouldn’t result in Death.
	Jed made anal entry into Bonnie, stuffing her hole deeply and pounding hard.  Bonnie latched onto Christine’s cunt and held on for dear life.  Rusty clung to the child on his lap--he seemed distant.  The wave of intense heat began to swallow Mandy and she began to become frightened.  Something wasn’t right.

Grand Finale
	The feeling was intense--Chet clearly didn’t want it to end.  No wonder sex was so sought after.  There was nothing else that gave such a wondrous feeling--that he knew of.  Keri was in a sheen layer of sweat, sex sweat.  Her little mouth undulated uncontrollably.  She clenched just as so and tried to fend off the strong sexual feelings reeling within her young body.
	In her ass was Taran.
	All three lay on their sides fucking.
	Jin sat on Christine’s face having the teenage girl’s tongue buried deeply into her young twat.  The Chinese girl lay down with the one known as Rusty plowing her asshole.  In Christine’s cunt was Jed.
	Occasionally Jed pulled out of Christine’s cunt and humped the entrance.  He had Jin suck him and then he was back into Chris’ cunt.  Chet managed to cum in Keri’s pussy.  He kept himself in her and continued pumping.  Taran was just about all cummed out, the “feeling” was there but no production.

                                                 *****

	The heat was intense.  Very.  It was unbearable; she felt like she was choking.  Everything around her melted.  There were no flickering flames, but there was the sound of such.  The sound, though, was something more.  She was no place, but someplace.  Someplace else.  It wasn’t good.  She could scarcely breathe let alone think.
	Panic quickly ensued and she began to freak out.  Seemed the thing to do.  She ran.  She didn’t really know if she was running or not, but she THOUGHT she was running and that’s what counted. 	
	She screamed as she felt the flickering flames consuming her.  She could see only horrendously bright lights of flickering flames, the heat quickly became more intense.
	Suddenly there was a cooling.
	The heat was right back but the cooling came too, stronger and overwhelming the heat.  Before her there was something.  It was strange, a fog.  The flickering of the flames dissipated and the heat became a memory.

	A shroud of slow moving fog came to be, moving listlessly through a stand of pines.  The ground was a layer of pine needles.  Jutting out into the scene were great granite boulders.  No sounds.  Nothing stirred.  All was quiet and serene.  Too serene.
	She couldn’t feel her body.  She couldn’t feel anything.  
	Suddenly there were voices.  They were garbled and made no sense.
	Whirling around she felt herself tumbling, tumbling and rolling.
	Thankfully a nearby tree stopped her.
	She had no wits to gather but she gathered herself and lay still.  It was cooler laying close to the ground.  She could almost smell the earth.  Her breathing calmed and she did indeed begin to feel better.  The voices slipped away and she was alone.
	How long she lay by the tree she didn’t know.  Had she drifted off to sleep?  Was this yet another facet of her psychosis.  Was she slipping?  Slipping away?
	There were still no wits to gather so she did the best she could.  It was a slow-slow very slow process.  Her eyes hurt.  Then every fiber of her being hurt--or at least tingled; like that pleasant feeling one gets when the arm or foot falls asleep!
	Painstaking measures were needed, taking a toil on her body and mind before arriving to a sitting position.  The fog was no longer present, but it was still sort of gloomy.  It was a forest.  A deep-deep forest.  The pines she could just barely smell.  There was sunlight filtering in and the woods in all gave her the feeling of being somewhere high up in elevation.
	She waited.
	And waited.
	And waited some more.
	The voices came again--they were still unclear.  They were frighteningly close.  She saw them naught and it caused her to get motivated.  She struck off in some sort of a run, tripping into trees, stumbling over rocks and logs until breaking thru a group of bushes and spilling into a clearing.
	Shaking it off she came to her hands and knees and looked about.
	“Oh no!”  
	“No…”
	“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she screamed out.

	There were far better places to fall into.  There were the same abandoned buildings, the one she had gone into, the wide-wide clearing, and the hill.  The hill that led up to the train tracks.
	She wept uncontrollably.
	Words spilled out of her mouth but made no sense to her--she knew not what she speak!  She was broken.  Heart broken--soul broken.  She had hoped never to return.  Somehow she had.  She wept.

	It seemed as darkness was descending.  She was getting cold.  A strange new scent filled her, for a while she couldn’t determine what it was--then suddenly she knew it.  Apple pie!  Fresh baked/baking apple pie!  Suddenly there was her mother, busy fussing about after all day at work then coming home to cheerfully prepare the evening/daily meal.  
	With the apple pie it must be Saturday, and there was company coming over--relatives.  It almost felt like a holiday of some sort.  But it wasn’t, it was an average day.  
	She saw her Uncle Ben sitting in a chair with a paper and his stupid Mexican dog on his lap.  A ball game was on the big antique console tv her dad refused to replace.  Fried chicken smothered in mushroom sauce cooked on the 1950s style stove.  Cornbread was in the oven.  
	Mandy felt a tug.  She felt she had to go somewhere, her friend Clorece and some of the other kids were going somewhere.  The pizzeria!  The gang from school was going to the pizzeria.  Clorece said Logan was going to be there.  
	Mandy watched her mother move about tasting the various dishes, adjusting the heat settings, setting the apple pie on the sill.  In the backyard various cousins played about.  
	Mandy saw herself at the door.  She was going.  Clorece was impatient, tapping her foot.
	‘Mom?  Can I help?’ 
	It was said to herself, though; she should have stayed.  She should have helped.  She was always hustling off with Clorece, but then again, her mother seldom wanted her to help anyways--they weren’t close and besides, Mandy was a bit of a klutz in the kitchen.
	She gulped and found tears warm on her cheek.
	“I’m sorry, Mom.” she blurted out.  The tears came and she fell to the ground crying.

	A sound awoke her.
	She was cold.
	It was dark.
	She was still where she had last been.
	She would rather be with Rusty.
	All of Rusty’s “passengers” had been released.  Almost all.  Save for Christine, Keri, and Taran.  Those three had opted to remain with Rusty.  He offered them a new life, a new WAY of life.  Mandy would have likened to stay along, too.
	But that wasn’t to be.
	The decisions she had made in her life began to flood her.  Was this a flashback?  Was she dying?  Life was passing before her, she saw it all in her mind--mostly all the bad things she had done--willingly.
The End is Near
	Twinkling sunlight cascaded into the area.  It was noticed, though, only to the surrounding area and no natural light fell into the area compound.  She shivered.  Was that a sign?  A good sign?  She was remorseful, saddened by those things she had done.  She felt those things had done her in, brought her to wherever the hell she was.
	Hell.
	She figured it.  Hell.  There were various versions of “HELL”, she figured everyone had different concepts--and being as such no one had really actually BEEN to Hell AND come back to give details--it was only speculation on the religious account.
	Not Limbo, not Purgatory, not someplace else in between.  Hell.
	Had Rusty been real?  Had anyone been real?  Was SHE real?
	When had her reality slipped into insanity?
	A cold chill swept over her and she shivered.
	The sunlight looked good.  It was cold down in the empty village.
	She recalled the last time she had gone up the little hill.  Quickly she blocked it out and basically crawled her way up.  At a misplaced juniper bush she paused, just a few feet more and there was the top of the hill and the train tracks a few feet further.
	The grounds of the village were all swept clean, but no breezes there were and she suspected none there ever was.  This was the Village of the Damned!
	She paused for a long while.
	“Fuck it!” she said aloud getting a grip on herself, she tredged forward and over the lip of the hill.  There lay the tracks.  A single set.  The steel glistened in the filtered sunlight.  She stared straight ahead to the other side into the forest beyond.  Closing her eyes she slowly and cautiously turned her head.
	She looked left and then slowly-ever so fucking slowly looked right.
	Slowly she let out her breath.  No train.
	No horrendous chuffing, black smoke billowing, or evil-looking engineer hanging out of the cab.  All that remained was--Right or Left.  Did it make a difference, really?
	She turned left and began walking.  There was a slant, a slight degree downwards.  She felt that she had come that way before.  In the beginning.  Long-long ago.  Had she been outrunning something/someone then, or just meandering?
	She couldn’t remember.
	Suddenly, she felt something in the air.
	She stopped.
	Something wasn’t right.
	A horrible feeling swelled within her, surrounding her, too.  She was enveloped by an ominous feeling, an aura.  An aura of evil.  Griped with fear (and plausible fright) Mandy was unable to move.
	She could, though, turn her head.
	She knew better than to do so.
	But…
	Slightly and in ultra slow motion she did.
	The great behemoth size of the black train was there!  Right there!
	(now who didn’t see that coming!)

                                                       *****

	The train didn’t seem to be moving, but it seemed to be lumbering.  Mandy acknowledged that it was NOT moving, but swelling, to astounding impossible sizes.  Black billowing smoke were expelled from the grumbling mass.  It was breathing!
	Then, thru the thick smoke Mandy could see the engineer--the same one, leaning out of the cab.  His gleaming puke yellow skull nodding, grinning.  It was laughing, too!  It wore a train engineer’s outfit, down to the thick greasy gloves.  In the gloves it had something.  A piece of paper.
	A ticket.
	A train ticket!
	Mandy couldn’t move.  She wanted to.  Badly.  Greatly.
	The ticket seemed to be as like an offering.
	Mandy knew better than to except.
	The huge single light dead center on the train tore into her body.  She was blinded.  The lumbering-chuffing train was more--it was a beast!  A hellish beast.  It grumbled and growled and seemingly was drawing nearer.
	But it was only swelling to incredible sizes.
	Suddenly, Mandy could see the single piercing light was something like a plexiglass bubble, the bright light diminished and it was a pale yellow.  Then some sort of creature was slung against the bubble, it didn’t look human, but not of any creature Mandy knew of, either.
	The creature what ever it was exploded at there was blood splatter.
	The pale yellow light intensified back to intense brightness.  There were shrieks and screams and Mandy saw in the billowing smoke that there was something of an osmosis thing going on.  Huge volumes of hideous black smoke billowed out of the forward stack, but at the same time strange creatures were being sucked in!
	The train seemed to be almost on her though at first it had been a ways down the track, at the trestle.
	“COME ON!” a voice yelled.
	It was clear.  A voice--a human voice.  “Come on, you’re almost there!”
	Panic filled Mandy.  She looked around but saw nothing.  The train’s smoke began to fill the entire area.
	“FUCK OFF!” bellowed the Engineer, “She’s mine!”
	“Not until I take that ticket!” Mandy yelled back.
	For a moment there was silence.
	Intense heat once more overcame her.
	Everything again slowed into an unknown motion of timeless endurance.  The train though still very present and ominous, was silent.  No voices.  The stench that had been almost equally overpowering no longer seemed to be there.
	“She’s almost there,” a voice said, “we’ve just about got her back.”
	“Who the fuck are you?” demanded Mandy.
	“Come back to us, Mandy, come on back.”
	“Wake up, hon, you’re almost there.”
	Mandy choked.  The heat swelled around her, the flames flickered, the smoke swallowed her.  She felt as if she were swimming--more or less DROWNING, something had her feet and was dragging her under.
	“MOM!” she cried out.
	“YESsssssssss!” came a new voice.  Not exactly new, though.
	It was horrendous.  The stench of the train’s exhaust was one thing, the stench of serious bad breath was another.  But it was more than simple bad breath, it was hellish.  Like rotten eggs, a backed up sewer, baby shit.
	Mr. Personality was in her face!
	The worms on his skull wriggled and snapped at her.  A huge wicked forked snake-like tongue danced about his cracked searing lips.  “You are mine!”
	“NOOOOOOOOO!” Mandy screamed.
	“OH YES!” returned the Ultra Demon.
	“Leave me alone!”
	“Not quite possible, my dear!” jeered the Beast.
	“I’m a good girl!  I’m a GOOD girl!” 
	“HA!” bellowed the hellish creature; in the swirling putrid smoke that surrounded them were the images of her Not So Good deeds.  There were many images.  Mandy focused on the one whereupon she “lifted” a $20 from her Mom’s purse.
	“I’m sorry, Mom!” she cried.  “I’m fucking sorry, Mommy!”
	Mandy fell to her knees in shame and heartbroken tears spilled from her eyes.
	“I can make it better for you, my dear.”
	Mandy heard the words but couldn’t react to them.
	She looked up and the rancid smoke thinned--she stared at the Monster’s massive cock.  “NO!” she screamed out.
	Then, fluttering down thru the smoke was the ticket.
	Again the words were crisp and clear--if not glowing!

	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

	Her trembling hands reached for it.  
	“Yes!” breathed slowly and lowly the Beast.
	Mandy retched.  Something backed up in her throat.
	“She’s choking!” came a voice.
	Suddenly there was flickering light, or steady light that was flickering into her eyes.  Again she smelled apple pie, something snapped or popped close by.  A sudden wave of heat swept over her face, but was replaced just as suddenly with a coolness.  The light was suddenly blocked out.
	Only swirling smoke there was.  The Demon of Hell was gone.  She didn’t hear the chuffing of the great beastly train engine.  She choked and felt her entire body reacting with some shooting pain.  Her head hurt.  Badly.  Greatly.  Something vile was in her throat.
	“I think we’ve got her.” said a voice.
	Mandy blinked her eyes.
	Looming over her as she lay down on a bed, was a bearded man she didn’t quite recognize.  A clean shaven man leaned on the other side of her.  Something like backed up soda fizz erupted into her nostrils.  Her head was supported and lifted up.
	“Here, drink this down.” the voice was calm.  She was dizzy, OH so dizzy.  Her eyes tried to take everything in--and there was a lot to take in.  but it all had some sort of familiarity about it.
	The clean shaven man sat down--on the side of a bed.  “Hey, how are you?” he said with a smile.
	Mandy struggled for an answer.
	“You’re okay, now.” spoke the bearded man.  He pulled back a tin cup.  A nude girl brought into play a washrag, it was freshly wet and the girl was familiar, too.
	Mandy blinked her eyes.  Confusion reigned supreme.
	The bearded man moved away and another nude girl came and sat down beside her.  Clorece!  
	“Oh my God!”
	“We thought we lost you.” almost cried the best friend.
	“What the fu--” a tremendous wave of nausea besieged her and she felt like hurling.  The clean shaven man laid her to her side whereas a bucket came to be--just in case.  She didn’t hurl, but felt like it.
	She was in a bed.  A bunk bed.  There were covers, lots of covers.  She was nude--like everybody else.  There were boys about, Logan!  And Kristy!  A massive headache swelled over her.
	Above her were rafters.  Rafters normally found in a cabin.
	Around her were naked peoples, kids, teens, and two adult males.
	“You took quite a spill.” said the clean shaven man.
	“You shouldna run off, you were told it was dangerous.”
	“We’ll deal with it later,” continued the clean faced man, “right now we just want to get you well.”
	“H-how long--”
	“Almost a week.”
	Almost a week.  Shit.  Damn. Fuck.
	Slowly--very fucking slowly, it came back to her.  Slowly.  It was a nightmare in itself but nothing like what had happened after tripping after her “escape” from the cabin.  She had garnered herself a head concussion.  A major one.  She had had a major fever ravishing her body for two days.  She was doing much better.  Clorece and Kristy held her hand and she went to sleep.