August Moone
				    Timing is Everything
				          Chapter Three
					    Adventures

	Amanda held friend Carol’s legs back in a locked position while sitting perched upon friend Carol’s face.  Friend Carol had her tongue wickedly delving into the sensitive recesses of friend Amanda’s cunt.  Both girls twitched as they were so tantalized beyond their comprehension.
	Between Carol’s legs their shared Tormentor dug deeply into Carol’s innocent and very virginal cunny.  His face coated already in her essence he continued his frolic until his cock demanded so much attention there was not holding it back--he himself unable to withstand the commands of his schlong.
	Amanda winced and watched as August began penetrating Carol’s virginity.  Carol underneath yelped in aghast and her hot mournful breath seared up into Amanda’s hot box.  Carol latched onto Amanda’s twat as her own cunt was violated.
	August slowly entered the young pre-teen, sinking himself fully into her as he had previously Amanda.  Again his eyes fluttered and he was somewhat no longer in control of his own body.  Carol endured the violation and was at the end unable to hold back the tide of orgasmic emotions.  Finger banging herself had never brought such delights.
	August’s schlong was in mortal agony.  Desensitized so to speak.  He assumed it was “just desserts” or some shit.  After a feverish fuck spree, shooting his cum deep inside the distraught girl he pulled out and shot the remainder onto the girl’s quivering quim, belly, and chest.  He then had Amanda come down and lick the goo up, including from his burning bone.
	A bit of a rest was needed, he was virtually exhausted.  The girls continued their impromtued 69er, delighting him on an esoteric level of eroticism.  A sip of some strong whiskey, a moist towelette to his bone and he came up behind Amanda, parting her cheeks and addressing her corn hole.  Carol underneath in a swath of sex essence looked on mournful.  August began poking and gouging Amanda’s shit hole.  Both she and Carol pulled the cheeks open and August promptly sodomized the hole to his delight (again).	Carol detested licking Amanda’s poop chute--cleaning the hole of all the spent ooze from August’s schlong.  She complied, though, as well as noshed on August’s fuzzies.  It was all Auggie could do, he wanted to do more but lacked the proper strength.  Another sip of whiskey and he secured the girls with handcuffs--easily acquired at any 2nd hand downtown pawn shop.
	To each he deeply kissed, Frenched, and caressed before placing a gag into their mouths, then laid them out, covering them with a wool blanket next to Debra.  He then dressed and exited the panel, fetching another cup of strong 7-11 coffee, then moved the custom ride down a few blocks to another convenience store and continued to wait out the rain.

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	Getting lost was easy, he did it three times before returning to the main passage way.  He had to himself into continuing with the romp, he had little information from Charlie, and hadn’t seen the old fart since entering the pond.
	To say he was confused was putting it lightly.  He had no idea what the fuck was going on or where the fuck he was.  “Follow the passages with the light.”
	The only light August had seen once coming up into the subterranean cave were the odd phosphorous critters living in the crinkly gray/green moss on the cavern walls.  It was damn cold about and there was an odd sort of “smell” lingering in the still air.
	He called out for Charlie and would have thought the old son-of-a-bitch would have had since enough to wait.  But there was no sign of him.  August was pissed and close to jumping back into the water and returning from where he had come.
	But talking to himself--he determined that “I’ve come this far.”
	So noted.
	From the onset there were as many as six tunnels leading off to God Knows Where.  Only one had the living light.  His eyes needed a little time to adjust and he could see that the “natural” light allowed him to move along the narrow passage fairly easily.
	To say it was spooky was an understatement.  He called out numerous times for the old ballplayer, but there was no reply except for his own voice reverberating back to him in an odd manner.
	Not paying attention allowed for him to experience adventure like he had never had before.  
	When realizing that he was no longer in a tunnel with the natural living light, he stopped and turned back.  The rock wall itself seemed to be allowing some sort of hazy glow to them but he wasn’t sure if this was what Charlie meant by “natural light” or not.
	He decided to back up and try to retrace his steps.
	This was futile attempt and panic set in--getting lost in a subterranean cavern was NOT a good thing.  “Stay to the right.” came to haunt him, too.  Had he been “staying to the right”?  August couldn’t remember.  Now with him backtracking, he needed to stay to the left?
	This was definitely not a good thing.
	Stumbling out into a dim open area August tried in vain to see a “lighted” cave.  Not finding one he strove to relocate the water and return to the surface--this little side trip adventure was getting a little too much to bare.
	Just then (naturally) he thought he saw a shadow moving in one of the tunnels followed by what sounded like footsteps.
	“Charlie?” August called out.
	There was no answer.  August called out again, and again, steadily moving towards the suspected tunnel  He sighed deeply and then held his breath, he heard distinctly mumblings.  Then he caught wind of something, it smelled god-awful!  There were small fragments of natural light and light emitted from the wall-critters.  Since he hadn’t seen any other tunnels with such he shuffled into the inky darkness.
	The tunnel got narrow damn quick, almost to a “close” but then open enough to where there were some inches of space for his shoulders to pass thru without scuffing.  The “smell” he had detected earlier was getting intense, almost making his eyes water.  The chill of the still air was not kind, either, he wondered casually why old Charlie had shucked his clothes, but--their clothes would have been soaked to their skin and traipsing about in wet garments would be just as bad.  Soooooooo having dry clothes to slip into once topside--seemed like a good idea afterall.
	But what the fuck was all this about?  Charlie hadn’t clued him in and it was pissing him off.
	Suddenly the tunnel sort of stop.  It ended.  “Fuck!” August bellowed.  He snorted and couldn’t believe his luck.  “CHARLIE!?” he yelled.  He pounded the sides of the small tunnel and was thankful he wasn’t afraid of the dark or small closed in places--although he was beginning to get that “trapped in” feeling just the same.	Turning about he began to make his way back when something grabbed him.  Roughly.  And roughly brought him thru am unseen wall.  Actually it was the “end” of the tunnel; it was shrouded in a layer of that wall hugging crinkly moss like a curtain.
	Roughly he was thrown unkindly to the floor with a tremendous thud.  All around were creatures, creatures like he had never seen before and never wanted to again.  They were tall, very tall, basketball player tall.  Shrouded they were in gray, totally gray with no visible “arms” or “legs.”  Their heads were the only outstanding feature--long narrow things, pale white to a hue of almost dingy scummy yellow.  
	There were two humanoid eye sockets and no nose but a long jutting jaw of which there were many-many rows of yellowed sharp shark-like teeth.  A wicked forked tongue flirted about smacking the face as the creatures leered at the lone naked human on the stone floor.
	From about their heads were something like worms (or snakes) all dancing wildly, hissing and drooling.  August gulped and tried pinching himself…this was NOT a good thing.
	The nightmare was real; however, one of the creatures began swaying and from its sides came what August took to be its “limbs.”  Long sinewy limbs with little skin, just gray bone with drippings of a membrane-like structure.  The “smell” that August had detect earlier was from these very creatures.
	One of the other creatures began making odd “clicking” clicking noises, another smacked its jaw open & closed, another licked its furled back puckered lips.  ‘Oh shit, you mother fuckers are gonna EAT me!’ he whined to himself.  He could only assume that that was what had happened to Charlie.
	One of the creature with bony arms reached for August.  When he tried scooting back the creature quickly grabbed him, holding him tight by the hair and yanking him up to a standing position--his feet some inches off the ground.
	Then--here’s where it begins to get a little weird--another creature began “fondling” his balls.  August didn’t know what to make of it, it was an enormously strange feeling.  The creature fondling him was both gentle and harsh--squeezing hard and then relaxing to simply grope.
	August didn’t know what to think--this was totally knew.  He had read stuff about Indians and Natives doing strange things to Missionaries--but this he had never heard of.	After some more fondling August was “positioned” unkindly in a somewhat “doggie-style” position.  ‘Uh-oh!’
	This was a little bit more than he bargained for.  He tried to resist but the creatures held him fast while one began “examining” him like a proctologist.  August tried to clench and force back the intrusion but his ass was spanked HARD, his balls tugged on HARD and then one of the creatures simply locked its legs about his neck and August found himself being violated.
	There were as many as six creatures.  They all took turns butt fucking August.  When one was “done” he came about and crammed his ultra funky fuck stick into August’s mouth.  August threw up.  The creatures’ schlongs were long, nimble, and riddled with pock marks as well as bumps and scabs.
	The hot gooey liquid that squirted into his mouth and yea his throat caused him to violently heave.  After the creatures had all buggered him and shot another wad into his gullet, they left him.  August curled up into a fetal position on the hard stone floor and wept.

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	His asshole was burning, his balls ached, he was sick to his stomach and new that he would never ever be able to get the taste of creature cock out of his mouth.  The very thought made him retch.  After sometime on the floor he got cold.  “I’ll be damned if I’m gonna die here.” he bitched.  He still had no idea where Charlie was.  
	Slowly he pulled himself together and began crawling.  Being absolutely lost now he just hugged a wall and crawled.  His bowels emptied on their own and he continued to retch every now and then; eventually he came to where there was a breeze.
	It was stale and was mixed; he smelled both staleness as well as fresh salty air.  His mind was befuddled, his asshole reamed well.  He felt the breeze after a time and came yet again to a “dead-end.”  But this time he felt around and found his hand scraping through a curtain of moss.
	On the other side--after choking on the scattered spores, there was a HUGE cavern.  Ice crystals hung from the high ceiling, there was bright light from a HUGE cavern open and there was daylight.  Below was an inlet, a cove of sorts.  And a huge wooden ship!	A path ran along a narrow ledge upwards towards the apex of the ceiling.  August was sure he wasn’t going that direction.  He made his way precariously down to the inlet beach.  
	The beach was littered with debris, mostly from the ship.  It was nestled right up against the shore with the rear end still in the water.  Waves crashed on the rocks outside the huge cave and August assumed that ship somehow got “pushed” into the cave.
	The air was a little chilly and tasted salty.  There was also the heavy stench lingering and wafting about on the air.  August looked about and noticed something familiar.  He began running, “Charlie?”  There was no movement and before August reached the nude man the stench of death and rum filled his nostrils.
	Charlie was dead, arm draped over a barrel of pirate rum.
	August hung his head.  “Shit.” he burbled.  “Shit, piss, fuck, goddamn, motherfucker!”  He shook the nude old man but there was no response, his eyes were glazed open but there seemed to be a smile on his lips--well, he died happy.
	August stepped back and sat on a beach boulder.  He admired the ship, it was a big fucker.  A little fucked up, broken mast, a huge gaping hole on the starboard side.  There didn’t seem to be anybody about, though; he looked.  He searched, called out, and picked thru the various scattered debris.
	He didn’t see much of any interest until coming to a craggy outcropping of rocks stretching out into the cove.  Here there was a small cave and within a few chests.  Pirate chests.  A couple of them were opened with their contents spilled about.  
	Gold coins.
	August nearly shit himself.
	Which was not so hard to do with his bleeding well fucked asshole.
	He grabbed up a handful of the coins and checked them, recalling the one that Charlie Dugout had showed him.  They were the same.

	There wasn’t much in the way of “clothes” to be had, but ripping some sail cloth made an excellent “booty” bag.  He could only carry so much, thought carefully how this was actually going to work; could he safely return the way he had come?  Get passed those butt fucking creatures, navigate the tunnels, find the subterranean pool and swim back UP to the surface?
	Of course, there WAS this big freakin’ open cave entrance.
	There seemed to be sufficient daylight and there was a swallow area…	He had several-several handfuls of gold coins.  No weapons and no clothes.  The water was at first a little warm.  But as he moved out around the rocks and behind the great pirate ship--the water got a little chilly.  His balls and cock shriveled up and he got a little nervous about the situation.  His feet found hard sharp rocks and twice he fell.
	At length he just began swimming.
	It was easier although the water threatened to not only chill him to the bone but to drown him.  The crashing waves from the ocean beyond didn’t reach to cave entrance but sent their rippling waves to thwart his attempts to free himself from the cave.
	A big wave came crashing over some nearby rocks, he was in DEEP water and floundering, swallowing salty sea water and scarcely able to keep afloat.  (‘specially with a huge sack of gold coins weighing him down.)
	He couldn’t see any shore but knew that there was one.  The more he tried to get somewhere a wave ripple came and surged him someplace else.  This simply wasn’t working.  He tried to make back to the cave--which wasn’t too hard to do, but the huge waves only strove to thwart that action, too.
	At length he kissed the rear of the great ship--with a tremendous thud.  He nearly lost consciousness.  He DID lose his cargo, the precious much sought after gold coins.  Before he could make a feeble dive attempt a surge wave sucked him out, nearly drowned him and very nearly killed him.
	In a panic he swam to make for some jutting rocks, finding where the pirate ship had been gouged.  For his troubles in all he did find a few coins in the nooks and crannies.  
	He was once more sucked out into the cave entrance cove before finally sending him somewhat violently into one wave after another.

	Consciousness evaded him and he awoke sometime later on a sandy beach.  He had a throbbing headache, a lungful of seawater, froze to the bone, his asshole smart, and utterly lost.
	It was still daylight, but he feared he was going to get caught out in the middle of wherever the hell he was butt naked and seriously catch some sort of flu.	 His legs hurt terribly and it was some doing just to stand.  His gold was gone, but he had clutched in his fucked up hands some of the coins from the rocks.  It wasn’t much but he wasn’t going back out to recover.  Fuck it.	The beach led up to a rolling hill of lush green grass.  It seemed like as good as place as any--to start his search.  Where he was he didn’t know, Charlie hadn’t given him a lot of information--but he was beginning to accept that he was in someplace new.
	He just hoped that there he wouldn’t be encountering any more of those creatures!  The wind off of the sea bit into his tender naked skin, his feet and hands and shins were all skint up, the salt water seemed to have helped some.  Some.  
	The grass he found was sweet and he ate some of it.  At the top of the first hill--he found another hill.  Followed by another.  Turning about he could look down some hundreds of feet to see the beach below and the rocky outcropping he had escaped from.
	There was a sort of sinking feeling--he had no idea where the fuck he was, but he was pretty certain that he wasn’t in the Utah--Four Corners area anymore.  With his energy levels down, hungry, asshole smarting, he stumbled along the waist high grass unawares of much of the surrounding territory--or he would have noticed it “changed.”
	When his legs finally gave out he fell.  Naturally.  He curled up and waited for death, clutching the few coins that he had managed to snag and keep hold of.
	Darkness didn’t come.  Nor did Death.  It got a little colder and breezier, but that was about all.  It was only when something again rustled in the grasses surrounding him did he bolt upright and begin to move again--he couldn’t take another butt fucking (or forced cock sucking.)
	It seemed as though his legs were on fire, or stepping on lava stones that were.  The breeze had settled down to something like a searing broil.  The air was stale with mixtures of sweetness.  His mind was confused, body wracked with various pains, hungry, and his asshole still hurt, too.
	  But there was this dirt road.  A well used road.  He came stumbling out of the waist high grass to the dirt road and looked left and right.  To the far right were some distant mountains, rustic with no snow caps.  There was rugged desert-scape all around save for what lay behind him, and ot the left there did seem to be some buildings.
	Now he wished for some darkness to serve as cover--he was raw and butt bare assed naked.  After a few minutes of rest he struck out for the buildings.	Presently he came upon an object, a vehicle.  It was off  the road with two peoples in it.  Actually, one was sitting while the other was a passenger standing with his willie out peeing.  
	However, as August neared, he couldn’t see either one moving or noticing a naked man approaching.  The jeep was US Gov but not discernible what branch.  The “driver” was in simple green camouflaged clothing, the other was an officer of some type, beer gut, brown uniform.
	His willie was out but that was all, August walked right up and saw that the man had indeed “peed”, there was a puddle.  But, for some fucked up reason--the man seemed to be “frozen.”  So did the driver.
	August wavered his hand before the two, touched them with poking his finger at them, yelled into their ears, and finally slapped the officer’s face.
	There was no reaction whatsoever.
	August didn’t know what to make of it--if anything.  This was as strange as his horrible experience in the subterranean tunnels.  He shrugged them off and continued walking.
	It was a good walk.  He had to stop a few times to let his legs rest.  He noticed no progression of time--er, that is to say that what he took to be time itself didn’t seem right.  There were no clouds in the sky, and at least the sky was back to its normal hue of sky blue--and not that crazy orange crap.
	There came to a field of sorts, desert on one side of the road and some sort of agricultural action on the other.  A man on a tractor was out in the middle of the agricultural side.  There seemed to be patches of green stuff here and there with a few trees lining the ends.  Neither the man or the tractor seemed to be moving.
	August hollered at the man and then threw a dirt clod.  The man remained sitting on the tractor, there was not even any noise from the tractor.  August fingered his ear, stared a bit longer, peed and farted and then moved on to the buildings.

					US GOVERNMENT
					Department of Agriculture

	There were other words and numbers and encrypted crap August didn’t know what their meaning was.  Nor did he care.  The sign was posted on a bar gate, there was a gate house with two men inside.  Armed men in cammys.  August walked nakedly up to them, waved, waggled his schlong, flipped them off, then stepped on by the gate and continued on his way.
	What was going on he had no idea.
	In most respects it looked like some sort of agricultural station out in the middle of some desert, government run.  There were a few peoples standing around, some in civilian clothes, others in various military clothing.  August waved to the all, waggled his wiener and then moved on.
	He moved into one of the buildings, no one paid him any attention--the all appeared to be stunned in place.  He couldn’t figure it.  None of this made any sense.  He was getting pissed.  He was tired, hungry, asshole still smarting, and very confused.  He casually wondered if maybe somewhere along the way he had actually died or clunked his head and put himself into some sort of coma.
	Maybe none of this was real at all!
	He pinched himself--it hurt.  He smacked a pencil neck geek sitting at his desk, he felt the slap.  From a water cooler he got some water.  There were some donuts nearby and he scarfed them down.  Seeing hanging on a door a pressed uniform he helped himself--but not before sitting in on Ms. Buxly.
	Ms. Buxly was tall--short tight black knit skit, white frilly blouse, dark blond hair up in a bun, mid 30s.  She was a civilian, she had a memo pad in hand and was in the middle of  writing.  A tall man in a press sharp dark green uniform with “eagles” on the lapels seemed to be in the middle of speaking.  Everyone in the room was absolutely still.
	August came about the woman and felt of her breasts, then her ass.
	There was no noticeable reaction from her.
	August smiled, his asshole quench tight but his cock and balls surged to life.  He lifted the woman’s skirt and checked her out, lowering her bikini style white panties.  There was still no reaction from the woman--soooooo
	Over a nearby desk he led the woman, finding that he could move her, bend her, move her arms and legs--but she just didn’t seem to be aware of it, nor anyone else.
	August didn’t know what the fuck was happening--but he was going to go with it.  The soft panties were lowered down and the skirt undone and pulled up.  She herself was bent over the desk and August--like those creatures in the tunnels--had his way with her.  Her asshole was deliciously TIGHT, his cock rock hard.  He poked away and finally breached the rim and slid his organ into her backdoor and pumped steadily for several minutes.
	He didn’t care if this was coma induced, a dream, a fantasy, or what--he pumped the bitch and pumped until he got his nut(s) off and then some.  He spanked her ass and filled her corn hole until his legs wobbled and he had to pull out and lean against the cubicle wall.
	He watch his essence ooze out of the woman’s asshole, he fondled his balls and tried in vain to figure this all out.  It only gave him a headache, he shook his head, farted big and yawned.  He was tired, very tired.  And still slightly horny.  The woman was “positioned” onto the desk, skirt hiked all the way up, on her back, legs up and out and August Moone between her legs and pumping her pussy like it was his last pussy.
	When done with her, he stuffed her panties up her asshole--for no other reason than “just fucking because!” then placed back to where she was at what she was doing--it would only further drive her crazy.
	He himself rambled about the structure, waving his hand, waggling his bare naked gooey cock, farting, poking people--but no one moved.
	He found a lunch room and it was wondrous.
	Food and drink.  Although there was a slight hangup of not having any money--he pilfered the pockets of the non-moving personnel and then helped himself.
	After a suitable noshing in the lunch room/cafeteria he took a snooze on a small love seat.
	His sleep was disturbed by the nightmare--of being buggered by the creatures.  He awoke with a serious startle, almost seeing the creatures in the small lunch room, coming out him with their bony schlongs and arms reach for him, drooling and gnashing their teeth.
	In a dire panic he nearly ran out of the building, he did manage to snag the clothing he had seen and try them on.  They weren’t a good fit and he didn’t have any shoes, but clothes were clothes.  If--IF everyone did begin moving about, if--IF this strange goofy fucking place returned to Normal then he would be better off Clothed rather than butt naked.  Clothed he might be able to concoct some fucked up story--butt bare assed naked?  Well, they wouldn’t even listen to him--they’d just hustle his naked ass off to a loony ward and lose the key.
	Charlie Dugout.  August kicked the water cooler, then kicked the door and bitched out loud.  What an adventure!  It would be better if the motherfucker would make some motherfucking sense!	For not other reason than “just because” he scuffled over to an adjacent building.  There was nothing there but more of the same from the second building.  But he was directed to check out the two men in civy clothes.  He took them to be Feds, or some branch like that, CIA, National Security, some shitty organization like that.  They were at a door marked JANITOR’S CLOSET.  Peering inside August saw that indeed it was a janitor’s closet having all the right equipment.  But what were two Suits interested in a janitor’s closet?
	August had seen a movie once, very similar.  He licked his lips and moved the men out of the way and stepped passed them.  He checked them very carefully, noting that like the woman he had just bagged, they weren’t breathing either.
	Inside the small closet August looked about, there was a single light dangling from the ceiling and an assortment of janitor’s stuff all about the walls on racks in perfect condition.
	Too perfect.  Checking the mop in the yellow mop bucket, it wasn’t even wet or “used.”  Slowly and timidly he began pulling on brooms and tools hanging on the wall--suddenly he found the one.
	There was a sound and serious movement and the floor began dropping.  “Holy sheeeeeeeeeeeee-it!” August bellowed.
	The walls and ceiling remained as they were, just the floor dropped.
	How far he dropped he wasn’t sure.  What he wanted to know mostly was what the FUCK was he getting himself into--and could he get out of it?
	When the ride stopped a door automatically opened.  Carefully he poked his head out.  People were standing in the hall--not moving.  Using some stealth he moved down the hall, just for a poke here and there--er, being nosey.
	“Some operation for being just an “agricultural” operation!” he noted to himself.
	Most of the rooms he poked his nose in, any cute females he abruptly fondled, pulled their panties down and fingered them, laid them out on the floor and doinked them good and proper.  He found some other clothing that fit a little better, including shoes.  He snagged a laptop computer and some other doodads that if he EVER got back to wherever the hell he came from--he might be able to add to the small pithy amount of gold coins he still had and set himself up for a few years.	Down the end of a long hall he came to where a Suit and a military man were at one of those “special doors.”  They were in the process of operating a security console and there was a “green” light on.  The door was partially whisked open.  August again moved the two and made his way in.
	It was a laboratory of some sort, electronic equipment and whatnot.
	August had no idea.
	Another laptop and various electronic components stuffed into a ditty bag then he was back the way he had come.  Which was no problem, thankfully.  He had had enough “adventure”.  It still gnawed at him, Where the FUCK was he?  He had no idea.  He carried his booty out to the open area and back towards the road he had come in on.  It was here he noted the sky had changed color; it was now a darker blue, the “time” felt about right, early evening.
	As he pissed on a Suit’s leg--for the hell of it--he heard something.
	It took a moment to recognize it--it was the sound of a tractor.
	He heard the tractor, from out in the field.
	He gulped.  There was a windmill and it began to turn.  Other noises began to come to him and panic seriously set fire to his feet--he boogied quickly out of sight behind some buildings then out to the road running as fast as he could.

	Hiding in the grass he watched the tractor moving along field small dust clouds coming up from its wheels.  The jeep alongside the road moved on, clouds came and there was a strange sensation enveloping August.  He didn’t understand it--and wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
	His choices, to go back the way he had come thru the cave and tunnels, or finger out where he was here.  The dirt road had to come from somewhere.  Looking down it he saw that it stretched out thru some hills.  It seemed as though darkness would not be too far along in coming.  He could wait until dark to start moving again.
	There suddenly was siren blaring and August looked to the direction of the government installation.  “Uh-oh.” the proverbial jig was up.  He patted his booty, contemplated, re-thought and re-considered.  