August Moone
Timing is Everything
Chapter 27
Concepts of Reality

	She gave the news, sports and weather.  She anchored during the week and on the weekends.  She appeared at heinous crimes of the city and human interests.  She spoke well and was a professional.  She looked good and was fuckable.  For a long while she had captured the hearts and souls of many a viewer.  She never in her wildest dreams believed that she would actually be “captured.”
	And how it happened she wasn’t really certain of, she recalled simply leaving the studio where she worked as a tv reporter/commentator, had made it to the security gate, nodded to the lone security guard, then…
	Then nothing.  A blank.  A memory gap.
	Her next memory was filled with horror, sheer unadulterated horror.
	She was still clothed, that was a plus, but she was hog tied and gagged.  She could see well enough, but it was dark wherever she was--and she later determined that she was in some sort of van--as she could detect her darkened prison “moving.”
	There were others in the moving prison, just forms.  She heard weepings and sobberings but not much on actual bodies of who was doing it.  She had been kidnapped, she was now a statistic!
	Long had she been a children’s advocate, a social involver for the masses, rallying the peoples in her apartment building to toss out a suspected child molester and two convicted child molesters.  Though she was supposed to be biased against pros & cons, she was a woman and a wife and a mother of three.  She was a reporter while on the job, a mother and wife at home and did not tolerate shenanigans of lesser ilk.
	She was involved in several delegations to rout out the porn in the neighborhood and downtown area.  Even went so far as to start up a petition against bars and pool halls, closing them down early and instilling that the local authorities ought to be posted at the watering holes to stop the drunks and pervs before they got behind the wheel of their car.
	She stood in a crowd and cheered and jeered as one convicted molester after another was led away in chains to an awaiting bus bound for the state pen.  She applauded the apprehension of rapists and no-goodniks and proudly spoke her mind during her 60-second commentary on sexual misconduct of priests and fathers.
	Her darkened environment came to a slow stop, groaning brakes.  The determination stood and was decided that she WAS in a van, a heavy duty one; beneath her was a deep pile carpeting.  As she could not directly hear any “noises” of other vehicles or the road very well--she determined further that her “ride” was sound insulated.  That only proved that her Abductor had pre-planned her capture, along with whoever else with her.
	The vehicles slowed again but this time there was a noticeable determination of “where” she might be, the vehicle went over some railroad tracks.  In the city of Flagstaff there was only one railroad track intersecting the city streets, Fourth Street at along Historic Route 66.
	She further determined that they were headed OUT of town; either down the 180 to get onto the I-40 Interstate or--
	Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched wail of a siren!
	A glimmer of hope!
	The vehicle she was in slowed and came to a stop.  She anticipated a shoot out at least.  The siren wail blasted into the interior of the van, it got closer, wailed louder and by the type of siren wail--Charlotte determined that it was none other than a fire truck.
	Hopes were dashed and she buried her face into the carpet.

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	Concepts of a Reality Based Realism
	-or-a reasonable facsimile thereof…

	Krissy and Hanna; extra added additions at the last moment, also plucked away from the same local (church) as the Johnston kiddies.  It was one of those “just because.”  Just because they were kinda cute, just because they were kinda young (5 & 8), and just because they were there.
	Somewhere distantly the thunder rolled, the fresh smell of rain filled the rolling enclosure.  The Tormentor came and sat among the “crew”, looking/peering over each one.  The scent of ‘urine” could be hinted, his dark eyes scanned over the frightened group.  No one moved, no one spoke; they only shuddered and waited.
	The Tormentor peered at young Kellie.  She scooted back to brace against the paneling of her rolling prison.  Sister Katey looked pleadingly and filled with hate, as well.  There was not she could do, though--the Tormentor wrenched young sibling Kellie to a standing position and looked her up and down.
	The young girl squirmed but was held fast by the Tormentor, it wasn’t rough with her, but held her firmly.  Then, his hand came to rest upon her young tender butt.  The girl began to sob and squeal and prance in place, her brother and sister begged and pleaded and carried likewise as they should.
	Whether the pleading and begging and carrying on worked or not wasn’t known, but the Tormentor stopped fondling Kellie and sat back.  Kellie slinked back against the “wall” and trembled.
	The Tormentor eyed everyone, laid a hand onto the single woman’s ass and squeezed, then rubbed the bulge in his pants.  His eyes then came to rest on the boy, Kellie and Katey’s brother, Kevin.
	“Do my bidding,” he said, “and no one gets hurt.”
	The boy blinked his eyes and looked to his sister, he had no idea.
	“W-wh-what do you want?” asked the boy in a trembling voice.
	The Tormentor did nothing more than nod to the boy’s sister, “Stand her up, strip her down.”  The boy’s eyes widened, so did everyone elses.
	“A wise warning,” said the Tormentor, “DON’T piss me off.” lightning flashed in the man’s dark eyes, he brought into play the tazer-stun convincer gun, quick as lightning he grabbed young Krissy and held her down, pressing the Convincer to her butt.  The boy and older sister screamed, “NO!”
	“Then do as I say.” Krissy was having a conniption fit as was HER sister, Hanna.  “It’s all up to you, boy.” the Tormentor said.
	Slowly, totally confused, unwillingly Kevin pulled his frightened pissed stained sister back up to a standing position.  He looked to the Tormentor and waited.
	“Pull her top up over her head and down to her wrists.”
	Nervously the boy complied, his young sibling bawled, pranced, and wet herself a little more.  News reporter Charlotte wrestled and wriggled where she lay prone, seriously losing it as this was a hopeless-hopeless situation.
	Kellie at nine was just beginning to “develop.”  Small-itty-bitty lumps were beginning, Kevin was commanded to “kiss them.” seeings as how the boy seemingly feasted his eyes upon the bare chest.
	From “kissing” he was led to “sucking” along with fondling her ass.  This soon segued into “lowering” the girl’s pissy pants and panties.
	Kellie squirmed and Katey pleaded and seemingly got a little angry.  The Tormentor cared not, he caressed Kevin’s ass and undone them, making it so as the boy was unrestrained.  Rusty Phart sat beside Charlotte, rubbing his own bulge and checking out the young stripped down Kellie; his eyes resting on her ass.
	“Take your clothes off.” August commanded, the boy did so and to the others it was unknown if the other boy was a willing participant or other.  He had an erection, though, a big one.  He massaged it and without much prompting from the Tormentor, he crossed over the single adult and pressed his willy against Kellie’s bare ass.  He nearly orgasmed right then and there.
	“Suck him.” commanded the Tormentor, directing his attention to Katey.  Katey shook her head, the foul taste of the Tormentor’s cock as well as her brother’s from earlier still filled her mouth.  But the click/zapping of the Convincer convinced her other wise.  “Fucker!” she mouthed again, then engulfed Rusty’s cock.
	The Tormentor eased around Kevin and sister Kellie and placed himself behind the cocksucking Katey.  The girl looked back to see what was what but the Tormentor smacked her ass, “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
	Rusty humped Katey’s mouth, caressing his balls and ass while August undone Katey pants.  She had wet in them and that was fine by the Evil Moone, he liked water sports.
	With Katey’s wet pants and panties at her knees, the girl still tenaciously sucking on Rusty’s nail, the Tormentor turned to face the petrified Hanna.  She was eight and the likes of what she was seeing and experiencing she had never!  “Undo my pants and take them down.” the Tormentor told her.
	Hanna’s eight year old eyes bulged, her face all in shock and dismay.  The Convincer clicked on and she well enough knew to comply.  Rusty was cumming off into Katey’s mouth, the juices oozed out of the corners of her mouth as she choked, gagged and retched.
	“Turn around.” August said.
	Katey thought he meant her, but he meant Rusty.  Rusty complied, on his knees, and then down on his hands.  “Spread his cheeks and lick his rim.” the Tormentor said in a calm, but demanding, voice.
	Katey wasn’t about to.  That was more disgusting that sucking cock!  But little Krissy wailed as she was electrocuted by the Convincer.  Katey with dire disdain pressed her face in between Rusty’s ass and began the distasteful task of rim jobbing.
	Little Hanna had her Tormentor’s jeans down, he wore no underwear so his prong was ready-at-sight to see. “You’ve never seen a guy’s cock?” he asked her calmly.
	The frightened child shook her head that she hadn’t.
	“Touch it.” he told her.  She shook her head again…
	“TOUCH IT!” he told her in a more stern demanding voice.
	Timidly with extreme fright Hanna stretched out her hand and touched lightly the head of the cock, and then reeled her hand back.
	The Tormentor gave her a look, “You know better than that.”
	Katey stopped rim jobbing to look back over her shoulder to observe the horrified eight year as she gripped the Tormentor’s cock and began masturbating him.  She cupped his hairy balls and stroked his cock.
	“Go down and lick her pussy.” August said sternly to Kevin.  Nervously and most reluctantly the pre-teen did as told, going down between sister Kellie’s legs and licking out her bald naked pissy pussy.
	August presented himself nextly behind Kevin, undoing the boy’s jeans and taking them down, undies, too.  “You ever take it in the ass?” the question burned into the boy’s mind and soul.  He wildly shook his head, “No.” he hadn’t.  August checked the Device Item 0110.  It was functioning perfectly--well, inasmuch as he understood it to be perfect--and saw the wavy brain wave pattern indicating a falsehood.
	August smacked the boy’s ass and pressed the Convincer to his sphincter.  “Wanna try that again?” the boy gulped and avoided looking at his sisters, or anyone else.  He nuzzled his face into Kellie’s cunt slit and nodded that he “HAD” taken “it” up the ass.  August replaced the Convincer with his prong, poking the boy and pressing inward into the poop chute.  It was true enough.
	“Who?” August said.
	The boy seemed to struggle, holding back still, finally blurting, “J-Josh.”
	According to the Device, that was a falsity, too.
	August removed his prick, had Hanna “hold it” and then pressed the electrifying prongs of the Convincer against the boy’s dangling nut sac.
	“Who’s been fucking you in the ass!?” demanded August.
	Amidst many tears and blubberings the boy mouthed, “No one, no has, I-I do it to my self!”
	Oh?  “How, with what?”
	“A cucumber, you fucker!”
	‘Just askin’, sheesh!’
	Scene I/Act II
	The scene was deplorable, Charlotte lay watching the extreme debauchery with high disdain and angst.  The awe and horror of the depravity was more than she could understand.  Little Hanna (8yrs) slurped off on the Tormentor’s cock, she was nude and unrestrained, one hand cupping the man’s balls while the other gripped his long fuck stick.  Sperm drizzled out of the child’s mouth but the man continued humping and wouldn’t let her pull away.
	Behind her, in her ass, Kevin.  His tongue in her ass, on his knees he was with his tongue flicking into her asshole and pussy.  Beneath him his sister Kellie sucked on his cock as she lay askew underneath sucking hard on her brother’s cock and balls.  
	Rusty lay on Katey, his cock buried to the hilt slamming into her young poon, his balls smacking as he humped madly like a rabbit.  August caught Charlotte’s screwed face, he smiled, “Don’t worry,” he said with a smirk, “you’re turn is coming.”
	Charlotte buried her face into the carpet; the Tormentor finally pulled out of Hanna’s sweet face, rested on his heels fondling his cock, looking with pleasure upon the sweet child he had orally defiled; cum drying/glistening on her angelic face.
	To the youngest, Krissy, the Tormentor set his sights on next, she was stripped nude, unrestrained, and lay still as her legs were opened and the Tormentor licking her out between her legs.  All the captives, ‘cept Charlotte, were no longer confined by duct tape or handcuffs.  She was mystified why no one was fighting back.
	At length Krissy’s legs were pushed back and the Tormentor proceeded with the most heinous act of all; gliding his manly cock against the innocent child’s vagina and humping the slit.  The others watched, too.  Krissy merely lay holding her legs back herself and seemingly not reacting as she should.
	The girl and Tormentor were positioned so as the distraught frantic horrified woman could see the penetration.  She buried her face at the onset, only to look while the actual “humping” was in progress.
	The girl’s own panties were used to “clean” her up after the sex act had been completed.  The man was not thru, however, after cleaning the broken cunny and using a moist towelette, too, the child’s legs were hoisted up and the Evil Moone fingered the girl’s pooter hole.
	“Come here.” he ordered one of the boys.  The boy called timidly obeyed but came.  His cock was partially stiff, oozing cum.  “Lick her.”
	Down to the five year old’s asshole the boy went, the Evil One began fingering the boy’s own hole, smacking his ass and then directed the other boy to plug him!
	Rusty mounted up and pressed himself into the corn chute and begun humping.  Charlotte watched, she couldn’t resist, the scene was pure horror.  Hanna and Katey clung to one another with Kellie in between watching as soon the boy known as Rusty began to cum.
	Missy was masturbating the Tormentor’s cock as she lay on her back being rimmed out.  Rusty humped madly to get his nut, straining and humping furiously until he was totally empty.  He pulled out, slapped Kevin’s ass, emptying yet even MORE cum onto Kevin’s ass.
	Sitting back clear of Kevin’s cum shooting asshole, Katey was prompted to lick her brother’s cum laden chute.  She seriously resisted, but the Convincer was seemingly no longer needed, Charlotte noted the Tormentor having another item in his hand--other than his cock and the self defense weapon.
	It resembled something of a laptop computer, smaller, though.
	After entering some commands of some type the Subject (Katey) positioned herself down to lick out her brother’s cum hole.  She handled his balls, masturbated him, and licked him.
	Kevin then took his turn pressing his cock into Krissy’s pussy.

	Scene I/Act III
	She could hear the rain and feel the freshness, the rain itself was fresh and there was the hint of a forest.  Charlotte deemed that she was probably somewhere near Williams, but she couldn’t be sure--she had been greatly disorientated and nothing made sense.
	Especially her captivity and double especially her Captor.  A demented vile man if ever there was one.  He had no morals, none.  So far, though, he had not violently lashed out of KILLED anyone.  So far.  But she wasn’t overly sure about that, either.
	In her mind she recalled of another unexplained kidnapping and rape of a teen girl from a local nearby dude ranch, shortly thereafter a helicopter pilot had been found dead and the deputy sheriff with him “missing.”
	Charlotte deemed that the Tormentor was probably most likely responsible.  It unsettled her greatly.  She didn’t understand the situation, but was going to get a lesson.
	After the Tormentor had sodomized both boys, and had the likes of Hanna and Katey suck their cocks, Kellie and Krissy involved in a 69er with Krissy on top; then Kevin spreading Krissy’s cheeks and sodmizing her--thereafter Katey sucked his cock while Hanna licked Krissy’s hole; the Tormentor exited into the cab area and the “van” began moving.
	Charlotte couldn’t understand why the unrestrained kids weren’t trying to escape.  They sat naked with Katey fingering her pussy, legs opened wide, shoulders against the wall, mindless.  Kellie sat into her brother’s body, he consoling her, Kellie lightly fingering herself as was brother Kevin fingering her.  Both were mindless in their doings.
	For a long while the van rolled along at a pretty good clip Charlotte could determine, then it slowed.  She noted that the vent in the ceiling of the custom cargo van was still open.  It was light out, cloudy and still raining.
	After slowly considerably the van left the road and onto a dirt road.  That didn’t help, there were hundreds of dirt roads to pull off onto, she couldn’t rightly determine if whether they were west bound towards California  or south towards Phoenix.  They could be headed north towards Utah for all she knew.
	With the vent up at the roof Charlotte could hear better, determine more.  But there was little to determine, she heard the tires of her imprisonment splashing through mud holes, smelled a wet pine forest, nothing more.
	 	
	The side door of the panel-van opened and the Tormentor stood there, naked.  The rain had stopped but there were dark clouds to be seen.  There was a backdrop of a heavily dense pine forest, Charlotte concluded that she was somewhere in the Williams area, or south of Flagstaff.
	The man masturbated, looked over his “crew”, fondled his balls and sized up the situation.  Then he sat askew on the stepdown trough and looked to kids, “Who needs to go?” he asked.  By his manner he wasn’t referring to the group that they would simply be allowed to “leave.”  his connotation had other meanings.
	No one moved.  He looked to the little ones, of course though, they had naturally peed during their harrowing ordeal.  He cast his eyes to Charlotte, SHE was still clothed.  Catching sight of Katey he noted and realized that she was in need, to “go.”  
	“Come here.” he said.  The girl shook her head and muttered that “it’s all right.”
	The Tormentor merely glared at her.  It was too late, she gulped and tried to maintain herself.  “I won’t fucking ask again.” he told her plainly.  Katey scrunched up her nude body, closed her eyes and hated herself for giving away the fact that she had to pee.  Slowly she crawled scooting along on her butt.  At the opening of the side door she was helped out and held by the hands.  She looked around but seemed not to have the umph to make a daring run for it.
	(although she had the appearance of one wanting to do so)
	The Tormentor held her firm, looked her up and down and then positioned her straddling his legs, pulling her up onto his naked lap.  He fondled her ass and then breasts, then told her to “go.”  She was a little more than horrified at the proposed notion.  She pursed her lips and held back but was slapped on the ass and glared at.
	“Pee on me ‘fore I get pissed.” he told her matter-of-factly.
	Katey gulped, shut her eyes and within a minute a steady stream of hot yellow pee begun to issue forth from her cunny and soil the Tormentor.  She farted, too.  The Tormentor brought his rock hard cock up against the girl’s nakedness and pushed himself in, then leaned into the van with his legs out, the hapless girl straddling him--they began to fuck.
	Charlotte couldn’t believe it, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  Katey seemed willingly to participate in the horrid ordeal, humping the Tormentor and seemingly apparently “getting off” on it.
	The Tormentor held tightly the girl’s ass and drove himself repeatedly into her until the tumultuous moment arrived and he came.  He gave the girl a good doinking, filling her young cunny with his juices before relinquishing to the plummeting plateau of his sexual debauchery.
	Katey lay sweating on him, her juices coating his willy and tezzies as she breathed hard and succumbed to her own sexual fulfillments.  At length she was moved off--onto her knees on the wet ground, the Tormentor sitting up and positioning the young teen to “service” him.
	She did hesitate but seemingly on her own she wrapped her lips about the soiled and funky schlong and began to suck.  She retched and gagged but never did her mouth pull away from the smoldering prong--not until, that is, the man came off.
	The Tormentor’s ass tightened and flexed as his juices filled Katey’s mouth, it was his turn to grip the carpet as he power humped into the girl’s mouth, Katey sucked the cock until all the cum had been sucked out of it.  She then released the severely aching pecker, turned her head to one side and vomited.
	Hanna was next.  She resisted the most but ultimately complied; unrestrained and all.  Charlotte was in awe, this wasn’t happening, why weren’t the kids making a break for it?  If they all went off into different directions surely the Tormentor wouldn’t be able to catch them all!
	For Hanna, the Tormentor lay out half in and half out of the “van”, the girl straddled him and after a few long lingering moments began to pee.  Her urine splashing down onto his genitals, his cock was only at half erection, the girl turned to face outward.  The Tormentor took to fingering her hole, caressing her ass soon was bringing her up his body, dragging her nakedness against his naked body until her wet pussy was on his face.  He had the girl suck his cock and balls--spanking her hard when she did not immediately comply.
	Charlotte was totally mystified.
	Kellie was next, she resisted the most--so she was stood up and pinned against the Tormentor and spanked hard.  With her young ass searing tomato red she finally relented.  By now, though, the Tormentor was pissed--the child was thrust into Missionary position, her legs yanked and pinned back; the child fought back some, just some.  Charlotte would have thought despite the harsh spanking she would have fought more.  She didn’t.  She lay there holding her legs back, whimpering while the Tormentor “mounted” her.
	The little held on for dear life as the Tormentor angrily plowed into her, Kellie grunted, squirmed, and her young mouth undulated as the man relentlessly fucked her, hard!  Charlotte was aghast and horrified.  Finally the young girl’s ordeal was over, the Tormentor began to cum.  He himself seemed to be in some agony; clenching, screaming, arching his back and making outlandish faces of both mixed extremes of Pain & Pleasure.
	When done and done he rested only moment, leaning against the sill of the opening, panting and drenched in sex sweat, his cock shriveled up with small strands of cum oozing from the piss slit.  He finally regained himself and wrenched Kellie into whereas she was now positioned before the distraught adult Charlotte.
	Kellie was pulled up to where her pussy was right up to Charlotte’s face.  “Lick her clean!” demanded the Tormentor.  Kellie’s young cunt was laden with cum, it was well fucked and rent, her sister and brother were dashed and their emotions wracked.
	“Fuck you.” commented Charlotte.
	“No worries, love, your turn is coming.” he leered as he smiled at the woman.  Charlotte knew it would happen, it was just a matter of timing.
	The Tormentor told her again, “Lick it clean.” gobs of cum waited her tongue on Kellie’s pussy.  Charlotte shook her, there was no fucking way she was going to participate in the madman’s debauchery.
	She watched (and waited for him to begin mistreating the others via spanking or using the Convincer).  But he didn’t, this time he reached for that laptop computer thing.  He brought it up and showed it to her.
	“It’s a device.” he told her plainly.  “And it’s a wondrous thing.” he lay on his stomach presenting her with the object that allowed him his pleasures.
	“It allows me to do these things I have been doing.” 
	Charlotte eyed the device, not fully understanding, nor why the son-of-a-bitch was telling her.
	He smiled at her and began typing into the device, bringing up a small screen and then--Charlotte felt an odd thing happening to her, she couldn’t explain it and couldn’t shake it, neither.  She stared to the man, he seemed a little fuzzy to her, she knew something was wrong but now could no longer put her finger on it.
	“Lick the pussy.”
	The words came to her and at first it was a deplorable thing to conceive, but then again, what was the big deal.  She saw before her a pussy laden with cum, gobs of a man’s sperm.  Again it was appalling but then was quickly quashed and replaced with a “yummy” sensation.
	Charlotte’s tongue flicked to the young tender pussy and slurped up all the juices there, then dwelled into the cunny and noshed for several minutes.