{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs36 August Moone Sagas\par Book 5\par Absolution\par Chapter 2\par Incredulous Opportunities\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \par Never out of Style\par \tab Tonguing another girls quim was beyond belief for Brittany. Sucking another guy\rquote s dong was beyond reproach for Shaun. But cum the new morning, cocks still sizzling from the previous nights horror, cunt licking and cock sucking were the new commands. Brittany had her poon licked on by all the girls, including her dear frantic mother.\par \tab Shaun retched and gagged as he sucked down all the boys\rquote cocks--including a turn on the two men who had kidnapped him and his family. His own prick was sucked on and then--\par \tab He couldn\rquote t imagine what his sister or mother had endured about being pumped in the ass. It was a disgusting adventure for sure. For sure. But one by one by one by one, the boys of the cabin plowed their pricks into the ten year old\rquote s hole and many of creamed.\par \tab Then, he himself sodomized as many boy-holes as possible before he screamed in agony and his cock despite being nicely stiff just couldn\rquote t fuck another hole again.\par \tab Shaun then had his hands tied and hung from a hook on the cabin wall. He was then switched and belted until he passed out. His mother and sister totally lost it and freaked out until the mother passed out as a result of the dog collar being activated and taking her out.\par \tab Brittany was secured like her brother and whipped until she, too, lost consciousness.\par \par \tab Janna held Dewy to her naked body. He had stopped speaking, his feet and ass were blistered from the torture he had unduly received. The horror of her experience was almost too much to endure. She thought at one point that she could handle the sexual abuse--if the torturing wouldn\rquote t become a part of the deal.\par \tab Many of the others felt the same way.\page\tab\ldblquote Why are they so mean?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Assholes.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Jerks.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Bastards.\rdblquote\par \tab The general consensus stood, the two adult men who had kidnapped them all and brought them to their horror were unequivocally bastards. Kim Whittaker wasn\rquote t much in the talking mood. The horror express still filled her, it had broken her spirit and she sat nakedly in a corner. Son Shaun and daughter Brittany sat with her, not talking or moving.\par \tab There was naught to do, \lquote cept sex. The very thought of running away, escaping was squashed by the very thought of being captured, run down by one or both of the Bastards. The wild bear stories weren\rquote t too cool, either. None of them had any idea where the hell they were. And any insurgence of any kind would grant them for sure a severe beating.\par \tab Every so often Mandy shared her nightmare with Clorece and Kristy. Brock and Lonnie listened in, too. She still suffered a minor head injury and sometimes was feverish. She herself was still in disbelief that her entire journey had been a dream, brought on by a concussion received only mere moments after escaping the Cabin.\par \tab\ldblquote How long do you think they\rquote ll keep us here?\rdblquote asked Janna.\par \tab No one really answered her for a while.\par \tab\ldblquote Well, I guess until they get all the jollies they are gonna get from us.\rdblquote answered Lonnie.\par \tab\lquote What the hell does THAT mean?\rdblquote she wanted to know, but kinda already knew.\par \tab\ldblquote And then what?\rdblquote asked Brittany.\par \tab Again, a long silence.\par \tab\ldblquote They\rquote ll either let us go, or\'85\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Or?\rdblquote\par \tab No one answered, at all. Let her figure that one out.\par \tab The broken girl sat slumped back to the cabin wall. She knew. She sighed and turned to her mother to bawl.\par \par \tab Outside birds chirped, a stiff breeze wafted thru the thick forest. The inhabitants of the cabin were allowed to go out to do personal business. And while they could get away with they stayed to get \lquote air\rquote and hang out. The cabin needed an occasional \ldblquote airing\rdblquote out anyways.\page\tab The two adult men (The Bastards) had been gone since early in the morn. After Brittany and brother Shaun had stepped out of the cabin to \ldblquote do their business\rdblquote , one of the boys, Brock, stepped up to the girl. She firstly glanced at his dangling member, then up to his face. He WAS a handsome fella, nice looking. A little disheveled and haggard. How long had he been at the Cabin?\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote m sorry,\rdblquote he said, \ldblquote but, I-I gotta do you.\rdblquote\par \tab Brittany gulped. \ldblquote What?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I gotta do you in the ass.\rdblquote\par \tab Brittany\rquote s breath was swept away from. She stared up at the boy. He WAS handsome. She was frightened to be sure. Young sibling Shaun hung close by, checking the naked girls who had come out to pee or other. No one ventured very far from the cabin.\par \tab\ldblquote You gotta suck it, first.\rdblquote said Brock as Brittany began to turn around.\par \tab She closed her eyes, pursed her lips. She began to tremble but somehow managed to get a grip of herself and ease down to her knees. Brock\rquote s cock waggled before her. She was repulsed. Not that she didn\rquote t like Brock, she didn\rquote t know him--save for sucking his cock previously. There was a slight pungent odor. Sucking a cock was beyond appalling. She never in her wildest thought anyone did such things. And she was kinda curious as to WHY anyone would?\par \tab She gagged some, retched, and almost heaved--but she engulfed the whole of the boy\rquote s prong. Brock gently worked her head back and forth until such a time as he pulled out, not wanting to shoot his wad into her mouth--not yet. He rubbed himself on her face and then nodded to her. Brittany stood up nervously, other than sucking a guy\rquote s dick, taking it in the ass had to be the most bizarre.\par \tab She turned and gripped the dead log, clenching the crumbly bark as Brock\rquote s cock rubbed against her ass. Brittany was mildly aware of the others of the Cabin watching. Not staring, but watching surreptitiously. Her brother, too.\par \tab Brock steadily poked the Chinese girl\rquote s hole. All over her darling little butt he rubbed, up the crack, between the legs and finally a long steady earnest push into her rectum.\par \tab Brittany tightened her grip on the tree and endured.\par \tab Brock made full anal penetration, pulled out, humped her crack some more and then returned to her hole. Once more seated, he slowly pulled out until the head was near out, then back in. long steady pumps until he entered a rhythm.\par \tab Brittany got into the rhythm, too. It wasn\rquote t too awfully bad, a little discomforting, kinda painful, but enduring it wasn\rquote t too bad. She clenched inadvertently and held on for several LONG enduring minutes.\par \tab Brock\rquote s hands griped the girl\rquote s soft hips as he pumped, she parted her legs some and occasionally he slipped his hand down to diddle his fingers to her delicious little cunny. This sent the young girl into a unique euphoria she had never experienced.\par \tab Brittany continued to grip the bark of the log and to stare out into the woods. The horror of her experience she couldn\rquote t fathom--not in the least. There was only to endure.\par \tab Brock went to his knees after empting his liquid love into her hole. It felt as if though her asshole was on fire, but it was tolerable. She turned about and leaned/rested against the log. She didn\rquote t know what else to expect--or do. \par \tab Brock then did hold her hands and apologized.\par \tab Brittany didn\rquote t know what to say.\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote m sorry, I had to.\rdblquote he told her pointly, \ldblquote we all have to. There\rquote s stuff we have to do every day and then there\rquote s some extra things they want us to do.\rdblquote\par \tab Brittany was at a loss for words. She shrugged. Her legs were closed and she waited. Did he have to do anything else? She was still very frightened. \par \tab Janna had been approached reluctantly by Lonnie. He, like Brock, had been \ldblquote instructed\rdblquote to make rounds with the newbies. The boys had conferred with one another earlier before Piss Break.\par \tab\ldblquote Do they mean, ALL of the newbies?\rdblquote Lonnie was concerned, doing Janna and Brittany he and Brock could do. But the likes of Nina? She was only six years old for piss sake! \par \tab But Connie was only seven and they had fucked her.\par \tab There, too, was Shaun and Dewy. The boys (of the cabin) fell mum, sucking a dude\rquote s dick of ANY age was kinda unpleasant--let alone take it up the ass and give it. (receiving a blow from another guy seemed okay, though)\par \tab But they were sorta-kinda getting used to sucking each other, fucking each other up the ass, peeing on each other. It was the kissing that revolted them. They were used to all the other manners of sexual deviancy--to themselves and each other and all the others--but the guy-on-guy kissing (as well as rim jobbing) was a bit much.\par \tab\page\tab\ldblquote They gonna kill us, you think?\rdblquote asked Hank.\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck, dude, I don\rquote t know.\rdblquote bitched his brother, Brock. \ldblquote Don\rquote t be so morbid.\rdblquote they had enough problems to worry and think about, being \ldblquote offed\rdblquote by the two Bastards was something no one wanted to think about. But it WAS a possibility.\par \tab\ldblquote The woman, too, huh?\rdblquote asked Lonnie.\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote Brock said his thoughts interrupted.\par \tab\ldblquote We gotta do the woman, huh?\rdblquote\par \tab Brock shrugged. \ldblquote Fuck, I-I guess so.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I guess we--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t ask me any more fucking questions! Jeeze, dude!\rdblquote and he abruptly got up and moved away. Lonnie sat dejected.\par \tab\ldblquote What\rquote s with him?\rdblquote asked Kristy coming over and sitting beside.\par \tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t know.\rdblquote Lonnie answered, his balls hurt, his cock ache--but despite that, he could fuck some more. Kristy was good, nice looking and all that. Going about naked with everyone else naked was kind of a kick, they had virtually gotten over the initial \ldblquote staring\rdblquote at one another\rquote s private parts, it was now a sort of commonality.\par \tab\ldblquote I think we\rquote re in deep shit.\rdblquote stated Lonnie.\par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote re just now figuring that one out!\rdblquote chided Kristy.\par \tab He bowed his head, deep in thought. He DID want to make a run for it. But not at the expense of the others. Surely they would suffer inasmuch as he would when he got caught. So far, though, Mandy hadn\rquote t been disciplined for her escape attempt--course, the concussion to her noggin may have had something to do with it. But Lonnie figured the Bastards were probably just waiting until she was healed up and then beat her or torture her or something.\par \tab He saw Dewy hopping across the open to the Cabin. His sister Janna helped him. Lonnie gulped, his feet clenched--in no way did he want the bottom of his feet branded like Dewy\rquote s had been. Or his balls, ass, armpits, or anywhere on his body. He couldn\rquote t even imagine the pain inflicted. Looking casually at Kristy beside him, he wondered casually what it would be like for a girl to have her pussy treated with the hot fiery iron?\par \tab At the edge of the Cabin boundary Chet and Jane were seen. The light of the day was quickly evaporating. Lonnie didn\rquote t really believe that the two would try anything foolish. And he was right. The two pubescent youths were merely doing what they usually did; pee on each other, then hold one another, kiss, and then finally fuck.\page\tab Rick was doing Molene, at the side of the cabin, with Molene actually on top. Lonnie and Kristy watched for a while, Lonnie got wood, Kristy slightly horny herself. She agreed, in silence, to herself--that if it weren\rquote t for the out-an-out kidnapping, the horror, the beatings, the forcefulness of sexual depravity--the out-and-out sex with the boys wouldn\rquote t be so bad. She even admitted (to herself) the rompings with the \ldblquote younger\rdblquote boys was okay, too! \par \tab Kristy placed her hand about Lonnie\rquote s prong and began working it. Lonnie opened his legs and leaned back bracing against a tree stump. The cabin door was opened a crack, he saw movement within but wasn\rquote t too certain who or what the who was doing.\par \tab Kristy went down on him.\par \tab He had always wanted to fuck, to be suck, and fuck. He understood that there WAS such a thing as too much of a good thing. He had minor issues with shagging the young kids, the girls as well as the boys. Mostly the girls. Connie was bad enough but then the Bastards brought in Nina!\par \tab Kristy sucked Lonnie until he exploded in her mouth. Sometimes it didn\rquote t take much and sometimes he had to fuck as many as four girls, all three of their holes before cumming off in the fifth girl.\par \tab Kristy snuggled against him. Lonnie wrapped his arms about her and they watched the moon rise up over the trees.\par \par ****\par \par Strange But True Twisted Sordid Encounters\par A 2fer!\par \tab The days were swallowed by time. Interlopers and stragglers, misguided trackers and wandering hunters found their way deep into the forest; forcing a quick and hasty abandonment of the Cabin. Luckily, Seth had another option. The trick was, though, scampering thru the deep woods with the Cabinites undetected.\par \tab The trek to the new digs was a ways--a night\rquote s walk and then some.\par \tab Always have a back up plan. Always.\par \tab The new digs were just that--dug under ground. GeoDome living. It was incomplete, Seth was a builder of such living, with the advent of a potential world wide devastation--business had boomed. He owned/operated a small company who built underground homes on the fears of the city dwellers.\page\tab Seth\rquote s family came along, too; remember them from Chapter 8 of Book 4? Wife Dora May and the young\rquote uns Angela-14, Molly-7 and little Gracie at 3 years for the girls. Jonathan and Jason made up the boys at twelve and ten years respectively.\par \tab They were adorned with temple controllers--managing their mind(s) so as they accepted their Leader\rquote s commands and wishes, if not bizarre desires. The family had \ldblquote free will\rdblquote but on a limited scale, they were controlled to the point of being \ldblquote conditioned.\rdblquote (Which was what was supposed to happen to those of the Cabin, too--without the temple attachment.) The dog collar was not so much as a part of the conditioning factor but as a disciplinary one.\par \tab Once semi settled at the new digs, Seth amscrayed to fetch his family and bring them--tidying up loose ends at his home in the Town. Forrest worried about his safety--the National Guard and other public/private local-state-federal law enforcement were ascending on the area as a whole.\par \tab But those afore mentioned bringers of peace and civility were stretched thinly--the Town was not the only area inundated with outlandish strange behavior of citizens and the sudden strange unexplained \ldblquote disappearances.\rdblquote\par \tab But still, Forrest worried.\par \par \tab Underground living took a little getting used to. Correction, a LOT getting used to. The geo-dome was only partially complete--no running water or electricity. But it beat the possible compromising of the Cabin. No matter their combined skills, dealing quickly and efficiently with a small horde of law enforcement agents and/or beered up hunters on loan just wasn\rquote t going happen easily and not without problems.\par \tab Both Forrest and Seth could do without problems.\par \tab The dog collars were checked and re-checked, Forrest wanted no more \ldblquote tragedies\rdblquote as what had happened in the cave. It was unfortunate and unintentional. He wanted discipline and absolute control and only wanted to utilize the electronic dog collars as a manner in which to instill such control & discipline.\par \tab And there were enough fixed up collars to go around, either--only a select few were so adorned. Seth had temple attachments he was making but they took more time to construct than simple dog collars.\par \tab The outer perimeter of the geo-dome compound could be masked and made secure--special plants and manmade poisonous plants thwarted the most ardent doggie nose to go sniff somewhere else. \page\tab No one of the Captives really had issue with claustrophobia, but still; there were issues. Forrest knew the ordeal was more than a simple one-man/two-man operation. But for the moment, it had to be.\par \tab The former inhabitants of the Cabin in the Woods found themselves in a not so roomy underground \ldblquote cave.\rdblquote Air was fed down via a pipe--but it was small and not an escape route. There was a strange round door with a curious locking mechanism as well as a peek/peep hole enabling viewing of the room.\par \tab All the bedding (and most of the food) the Captives carried with them. Being underground the air temp was a little chilly. When anyone needed to pee or poop, they made a polite knock on the door and were escorted one at a time out of the geo-dome to do so.\par \tab With the new move there was an air of uncertainty, which led to the downplaying of any hanky-panky. Forrest-the-Beardless-Bastard let that be, mainly for the boys\rquote sake as their schlongs all needed \ldblquote rest\rdblquote .\par \tab While Seth was gone and Forrest wasn\rquote t on escort duty he continued with the making the geo-dome a little more homey--plastering the walls and floors, ceiling. Installing air ducts, air scrubbers, plumbing, electrical and so on and so forth. He facilitated the usefulness of the of the older boys to aid him, they were adorned with the special neck collars, the youngest members of the Captives were as well--if the older boys caused a problem they would all suffer the consequences.\par \tab The boys understood.\par \par *****\par \par \tab There once was a man named Noah, who was awfully fond of the boas. And if truth be known, he was silently well known, he was also fond of the girl-oas.\par \tab Oh well--\par \tab For reasons unknown, Bastard-without-a-Beard issued no decrees, commands, or anything in the debauchery manner whatsoever. The boys of the group continued plastering and plumbing and electrifying the new digs. No one tempted fate by escaping or causing problems otherwise. The hours and the days ticked by slowly. \page\tab Beardless Bastard seemed \ldblquote moody\rdblquote and distant. Most times he was clothed, seldom without clothing--everyone else remained nude. There was naught for the others to do but sleep, eat, make trips to the outdoors to relieve themselves, and occasionally help out transforming the drab underground home into something more livable.\par \tab A cache was found containing treasure--in the way of books, games, and music. This was a boon for the weary Captives--entertainment! Forrest let them have it and let them be, they needed it and deserved it. He forbade them, though, to keep the radio off but allowed them to play the cassettes.\par \tab With the electrical and plumbing finally done the underground digs was near completed. Mostly cosmetic things still needed to be done. Forrest wondered (worried) if the kiddies could possibly \ldblquote dig\rdblquote themselves a tunnel and escape.\par \tab Setting up the security cameras transferred from the Cabin hopefully would curtail their feeble efforts. Casually while working with the boys he instilled/conveyed to them about the security measures--inside as well as out.\par \tab Many rooms were closed off and inaccessible to Captives, it was for the Bastards living only. With the plumbing and electrical done the Captives had a bathroom and heat. Power was provided by the Sun via solar panels in the tall trees surrounding the non-descript geo-domes.\par \tab Forrest waited.\par \tab And waited.\par \tab Paced and waited.\par \tab Sat vigil just at the outer perimeter and eyed all things about him. And waited. And waited. And began to fume. Then worry. Then fume some more. It was all getting out of hand. Where would it end? WOULD it end? Could he move on? He still desired to make tracks to his cousins in the Midwest. But it seemed to be elusive to him--\par \tab What was that sound?\par \tab He kept poised where he was, tensing his body and straining his senses. The old Army training was still with him. He listened. Eyes closed, hands tight about high powered rifle. At the ready, too, was a 9mm Glock Special. A survival knife, too.\par \tab Laughter? Was that laughter he heard?\par \tab A woodpecker pecked in a tall dead snag. Insects of various kinds buzzed. The sound of the wind and rushing creek filled the air. All seemed serene, still, near lifeless. Seemed.\page\tab He waited. He saw no movement, but heard a splash followed by an uproarious laugh. Like a snake, Forrest slithered his way down the rustic knoll to the dry gully that led to Silver Creek.\par \tab The day was gloomy with overcast, but the threat of rain was not imminent--not likely. At the creek he paused to gain bearings and send out his senses. The creek was flowing but not overflowing. A flash flood was likely from the recent storm in the nearby mountains. \par \tab Along the creek bank at a low side at some trees with exposed roots a small family was playing. An aged man in his 60s in the company of four children--two girls, two boys.\par \tab Forrest checked all around for security reasons then relaxed.\par \tab There were backpacks nearby with two small dome tents pitched.\par \tab Fishing poles times four were against the great tree at the bank but no one was fishing. The youngest girl and boy were in their underwear frolicking in the very chilly creek water. Forrest noted the water seemed to be inching up on the bank and shore and rocks more and more\'85\par \tab The other two kids frolicked about playing and jostling one another with the boy, who was black--and the others were white--stripped off his jeans and shirt and flopped into the flowing creek. He made a very boisterous shout. At the present time the creek was merely waist high on the boy. Merely.\par \tab All seemed normal to Forrest--in concerns about the family.\par \tab But he waited. It helped alleviate his worries and concerns about Seth. What could be keeping him? \par \par \tab A great crack of thunder temporarily halted the family\rquote s frolicking. The grandpa (finally) wised up and scurried the kiddies out of the chilly brisk creek. The oldest girl, no more than ten, actually, was the only one NOT in her underwear and who had barely got her feet wet. She was happy and all and giddy as the others--but apparently had a modesty issue or something.\par \tab The grandpa stoked a small campfire, checked the weather (clouds) then spoke with the kids, issuing a warning about staying out of the creek until the weather cleared (and for a day or two after.)\par \tab The two youngest kids huddled by the fire shivering. The Grandpa hugged them and worked the little girl\rquote s white undies down, patted her on the butt and had Forrest\rquote s full attention.\par \tab Another great crack of thunder put the little five year old into her grandpa\rquote s open legged lap. He held her and caressed her, then fingered her.\par \tab His fingers lightly probed the child\rquote s cunny, the little girl didn\rquote t seem phased or alarmed and chewed on her lip watching the others. The other young boy, seven year old Travis, shucked his wet underwear and stood as close as possible by the fire. He acted up childishly prancing and dancing as the flickering flames got a little intense on his nakedness.\par \tab The Grandpa, Noah, nodded to the oldest girl, Katey (10) to get the boy a towel and help dry him off. Immediately she obeyed and didn\rquote t seem too offended about doing the deed.\par \tab Little Franny, the naked five year old, climbed up onto her grandpa\rquote s lap, straddling him. The aged senior citizen seemed okay with his new position, too; he fondled her ass, patted it, and fingered her asshole.\par \tab The black boy, David Jacob, also ten, sported an obvious boner.\par \tab He stood by the fire watching the grandpa fingering Franny. He seemed lost in thought. Forrest remained where he was, the creek was rising, the clouds darkening, Seth still overdue.\par \par ****\par \par \tab A quick trip was necessary to check the security of the Captives and the new digs as a whole. This was a painstaking manner in which much time was needed to necessitate optimum security. The security cameras were checked and viewed, only a few pairings of the Captives found them engaged in willing sex. \par \tab Forrest scooted out along the trail and waited over an hour for any sign of Seth. There was no sign. He didn\rquote t like it. It gave him the heebie-jeebies for sure; he didn\rquote t like uncertainty--it was a security issue. Having an unknown security concerned bothered him and would cause him to possibly run risks he would not otherwise do.\par \tab\ldblquote Shit, piss, fuck, damn it.\rdblquote he bitched aloud and made tracks back to the new digs, then crept silently if not stealthfully down the creekside campsite.\tab \par \tab All was well, the creek was not rising all that much, but it had come up two feet. The campfire was still going but not as much as before, it was dark--damn dark out and the campers had retired to their prospective tents.\par \tab The door of these tents, though, were still open.\par \tab The tents were rather small--basically kid size.\par \tab In the blue tent, the grandpa was with the two younger kiddies.\par \tab In the green tent the other two.\page\tab In the blue tent, little Franny was on her hands and knees--butt naked, sucking on seven year old Travis\rquote schlong while behind her her grandpa\rquote s schlong was buried in her butt. The grandpa was butt naked himself, panting and rocking as he held his granddaughter\rquote s hips and pumped into her. Forrest assumed he was in her poop chute; although he could be in her kiddie twat.\par \tab Neither child seemed distressed about what was going on; Franny seemed happy while sucking on her brother\rquote s prong; her brother seemed VERY happy being sucked.\par \tab In the green tent the black boy David Jacob (DJ) happily scrogged on Katey, his friend since early childhood. Katey\rquote s legs were spread wide and she did appear to be in the \ldblquote groove\rdblquote of having DJ IN her groove. Occasionally she caressed the black boy\rquote s ass and backside, the rest of the time she clutched up the sleeping bags.\par \tab The angle of the dangle was a side view, disallowing Forrest of the joy he enjoyed the most--seeing a cock sliding in and out of a girl\rquote s cunt.\par \tab A sudden crack of thunder frightened them all. Lightning illuminated the bleak skies above and Forrest casually wondered about lightning strikes. Despite the horrendous clap of the thunder above, no one stopped what they were doing.\par \par Unsequenced Events\par \tab An old tale told of when rain, a chance of rain, and after a rain the fish bought the bait better than any other time. So it was to be found out with a young mother and her offspring. Tempting fate as the world was at chaos and traipsing off into the wilds was not a wise thing.\par \tab Three boys, the oldest two at fifteen with the third about seven.\par \tab Three girls, two at eleven/twelve with the third also seven.\par \tab Fishing was the game. Their backpacks had been sighted back in the woods were a small campsite had been established. They had come down Narrow Creek which conjoined Silver Creek. The younger children wandered not really into the fishing gig. The two boys had their poles but were more into jostling one another rather than trying to snag dinner.\par \tab The mother tried fishing and seemed to be quite a fisher--woman. She also kept eye on the children, minding the older ones to watch the younger ones. An old miner\rquote s shack the kids found and after some warnings about staying away from sharp rusted edges and checking the ground for wire, glass, sharp anything and/or open pits, the kids played.\page\tab The boys walked up the raging creek searching for a place to possibly cross--and came across a LARGE log spanning the extremely chilled waters. The depth really wasn\rquote t so great but the water was cold and swift. And there were lots and lots and lots of rocks of various sizes. None would be too kind to ones shins, ankles, or head should one misstep and \ldblquote fall in.\rdblquote\par \tab The log crisscrossed another log. The banks of Silver Creek had been eaten away and the logs continued to dislodge more and shift their positions after each wintery season. By appearances there was usual foot traffic, someone had carved \ldblquote steps\rdblquote on the one side, even.\par \tab The boys debated crossing, the logs were wide but no handrails or any manner of \ldblquote SAFE\rdblquote in the least. But both boasted and jostled and dared the other and being typical teenage boys--they shirked safety and proceeded across.\par \tab Once across they made their way up the crumbling steep bank side and scoffed at their daring accomplishment. Then struck off to seek out a new way to cross back over\'85\par \tab Meanwhile\'85\par \tab The voices of the kiddies could be heard, virtually screaming to frighten the animals of the wild into near hysteria. They were unaware of anything. Anything dangerous or potentially so.\par \tab The mother, Janie White, thirty-seven, stared almost in a panic as the stranger came making his way up the creek bank, fishing pole in hand. He looked rough, haggard, and possibly wild; but anyone would if living off the land out of the chaos of the cities and towns\par \tab As he neared he suddenly looked up and spotted Janice.\par \tab He paused and nodded, tipping his hat. He had a bit of beard growth. Janice frantically searched her memory, had he been on any of the fliers the National Guard had given her? The pictures all ran together actually and so she couldn\rquote t be sure.\par \tab\ldblquote Howdy!\rdblquote chirped the man. \par \tab Janice nodded. She tried looking without directly looking--where were the boys, her son Brad and his friend Jason? They were supposed to stay close to her. Supposed to. But she knew that that was a dumb thing to suppose--they were boys and staying close to a motherly figure while out in the woods just wasn\rquote t going to happen.\par \tab She saw no weapons, no knives or handgun or rifle. No backpack, just regular kinda-grubby outdoor clothes. \par \tab\ldblquote I got a camp a little ways down the crick, I-I didn\rquote t know no one else was up this-a way.\rdblquote\page\tab\ldblquote My-my family--\rdblquote she gulped, \ldblquote my HUSBAND and sons are-are at--they-they\rquote re close by--\rdblquote she stammered and in her nervousness easily displayed the truth--she was lying.\par \tab The man smiled and nodded and asked about the fishing.\par \tab Still nervously Janice explained they were biting just fine. Which was true, she had a line somewhere in the creek with as many as six fat trout. \par \tab The man took a step closer, Janice felt flush all over. She got a whiff of his body odor, he hadn\rquote t bathed in a while. He casted out his line and stepped precariously over some bankside boulders. He paid the woman no more attention, pulled out an apple from a coat pocket and leaned against a birch sapling.\par \tab Janice relaxed. A little. Turning to look up the creek and to catch the sounds of her children she never heard the stealthy steps of the fisherman. He was on her in seconds, pinning her to the ground. The ground being inundated with unfriendly rocks and twigs and general forest debris caused the woman even more distress.\par \tab With his knee firmly planted into her groin, a very sharp and very dangerous survival knife against her throat, Janice offered no resistance. She was freaked out and in a panic, but maintain some semblance of control. She knew she was in trouble. Deep shit trouble. There were her children to consider. With all the crazy fucked up shit going in the crazed chaotic world no one was safe. No one.\par \tab Roughly she was tossed over and her face pressed into the forest floor. \ldblquote Don\rquote t piss me off, sweetheart--just don\rquote t.\rdblquote warned the man. Her arms were pinned behind her and something was placed about her neck, like a collar or something. The man ripped her shirt and bra off and paused a moment in his rant. Janice deftly did not want to be raped, but she would endure for the safety of her children.\par \tab\par \tab Rolling small hills (knolls) surrounded the new area with jillions of sapling trees and boulders all about. Janice White found herself spread eagled and secured to the uncomfortable ground, topless. The man had straddled her chest and not so kindly fondled her breasts. \par \tab She didn\rquote t think of herself--so was deeply concerned about her children; Brad and Carrie were her biological offspring. Jason was her son\rquote s best friend. Ty and Heather were children of her own best friend.\par \tab Frantically she twisted, a collar was about her neck, she was confused and frightened--this wasn\rquote t happening--it was NOT happening!\page\tab But it was.\par \tab Nothing more was said, the attacker moved down and wrestled with her jeans. If he would just simply rape her and then leave\'85\par \tab But she knew he probably wouldn\rquote t do that.\par \tab Her clothes were worked down mid thigh when something distracted the man. He practically flew up to a standing position, scanning the area. Janice lay still trying to get her breathing under control. Her kids? She no longer could hear their laughter.\par \tab But it wasn\rquote t any of her kids, or any potential help.\par \tab It was another man, an aged man in his 60s, not too spry, and of no help. The old man stopped at the entrance to the \ldblquote horseshoe\rdblquote knoll canyon area. He nodded to the first man and the two exchanged glances and conveyed much without speaking.\par \tab Forrest cussed himself for the security breech. It could have as well been a unit of NGs and he probably would be dead. Very-very dead. Or at the very least in deep shit.\par \tab Knowing a little something about the grandpa helped alleviate the situation. Noting the grandpa gouging himself and staring (ogling) the secured woman gave cause for Forrest to become even more at ease.\par \tab\par \tab Janice clutched up more handfuls of forest floor debris, enduring the indignity of being raped. Her pussy tightened as she was pounded, the rapist, the first man, wasn\rquote t rough with her but actually gentle--just out for a good fuck. But it was still rape.\par \tab He suckled on her bare breasts and eased himself into her cunny. He had a mighty powerful schlong and though she did not wish to admit it in any way--he WAS a good lover! Her husband--whom she had divorced and sent his cheating ass on his way with his young tart she had caught him with was not even in comparison. The man was a terrible lover and only good for producing children.\par \tab The man finally completed his fuck but lay on her without crushing her with his mass, his manhood still wriggling within her. He didn\rquote t seek out her mouth to kiss her, just her breasts. Lightly he pumped her but she knew the initial fucking was complete.\par \tab And again, she in no way wished to admit it, but the man DID bring her to orgasm! With her husband (former) she had to bring herself to orgasm; very-very seldom did she ever achieve such goals while being made love to by the two-timing scum. She hoped that he and the whore he went off with would be very happy. (not!) \page\tab Janice\rquote s ordeal was not quite complete.\par \tab The first man sat back and with her torn ripped-from-her-body-panties wiped himself. His eyes fell upon her fresh fucked cunny and then to her face. He was stone faced and nothing could she read from him--although he could read much from her.\par \tab The second man was standing, buck naked, with a raging boner.\par \tab He was an old man, in his 60s, Janice\rquote s own father was in his 60s.\par \tab She closed her eyes as the first man moved out of the way and the second man took his place. Her legs were spread open, but not to the extreme, her arms out wide, too. She wanted to scream but wisely chose not to--her children. If the kids should be alerted they would come and see their mother (auntie) being raped and then what? What would the two men raping her do? Assault the children? She couldn\rquote t handle that.\par \tab She didn\rquote t think there were anyone close by to help her so she remained silent and basically quiet.\par \tab The second man was a gentle lover, too; he was bigger in body with a smaller dick. She could feel it, though, moving within her and almost tantalizing her just as the first man\rquote s cock. Other than her son-of-a-bitch past husband, she had only had sex as a teenager in high school, three boys in the same year. As she recalled--the first time was painful for her so it didn\rquote t count. The second boy got her in the backseat of her father\rquote s car and it was a fast and furious quick fuck. Her third fuck was at Christmas--with her handsome in collage cousin Melvin. He was good, damn good, but wanted more than just to stick it in her pussy\'85\par \tab Then her husband whom she met in college.\par \tab She though with him that their lovemaking overshadowed the previous. She thought the no feeling of orgasm was her fault. At times her husband fucked her five minutes or more. Then earned the congenial nickname--Minute Man. \par \tab He wasn\rquote t into banging her in the ass or cumming in her mouth, slapping her ass with his cock or any of the other stuff (like her cousin was into.) a simple fuck in bed--their first years of marriage they fucked all over the house at the drop of a hint.\par \tab By reading books, watching tv shows, and listening to her friends, Janice slowly learned that women COULD and would and definitely SHOLD have orgasms while making love. It was near essential. At length she began to get bold, laying on top of her hubby for starters. She began to use lubes and creams, edible undies.\par \tab But nothing.\page\tab She didn\rquote t seek out a new lover, though many crossed her path, with a few coming to her door. She fantasized about the paperboy--which bothered her to the point of canceling the daily paper! \par \tab The second man plowed her cunny, pulled out and humped her gash and then rocked her world with a dramatic full one minute fiery fuck. Janice suddenly found that her legs were free. And in spite of that fact, she did not kick or lash out at the second man but flailed her legs madly about and actually humped back.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh God, yes!\rdblquote she breathed. \ldblquote Fuck me!\rdblquote she mouthed, \ldblquote Fuck me, fuck, fuck me!\rdblquote and Noah Ghiles was only too happy to oblige.\par \par ****\par \par \tab Darkness was descending upon the land, the creek had risen another foot, the scent of rain was light in the air. In the distance thunder rolled and shook the land. The woods were quiet and still, broken only by the breezes, the sounds of the rushing creek, and children\rquote s laughter.\tab\par \tab Noah used the woman\rquote s torn panties to wipe his cum shooter, he raised his head at the sound of children. Forrest looked to him, \ldblquote her kids, just over the hill.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Kids?\rdblquote Noah inquired.\par \tab Forrest nodded, \ldblquote Youngest about seven, a little girl. Then a boy, too.\rdblquote\par \tab But wait, there\rquote s more!\par \tab As Forrest told him of the kids, the sex and ages Noah\rquote s cock got hard in the torn panties. He almost began to drool.\par \tab\ldblquote Interested?\rdblquote Forrest asked.\par \tab No hesitation whatsoever, the old man nodded and consoled his hairy testicles.\par \tab\ldblquote But how?\rdblquote he asked in concern.\par \tab Forrest smiled, \ldblquote Let me handle that.\rdblquote\par \par \tab Time was a concern, Forrest felt he was fairly safe--but still was worried abut the tardiness of his friend, Seth. Grandpa Noah, though, though desired to hangout with new found friend Forrest, needed to check on his own children. They had been warned to stay at the campsite, they all had whistles to blow like crazy if there was any danger.\par \tab Darkness was coming along nicely, another hour and it would be complete. Forrest thought, and thought, and then thought some more. Decisions--decisions--decisions\'85\page\tab Over the hill a ways were the children, playing. Still playing--chasing one another, scaring one another, being typical children at play with no worries whatsoever. Whatsoever.\par \tab The two oldest finally returned, a little wet and extremely exhausted.\par \tab\ldblquote Where\rquote s mom?\rdblquote Brad asked of his sister Carrie. The girl looked around and shrugged. Her brother rolled his eyes and started towards the creek to go around the hill foot--encountering a tall man with a few day\rquote s of beard growth. He carried a dangerous survival knife in one hand and a high powered rifle in the other.\par \par \tab The children, as a whole group, were quite frightened. The stories from the news\rquote casts began to fill them or the strange-bizarre and horrible sexual deviancy plaguing the nation.\par \tab The children, as a whole group, were mortified to see their mother/aunt sprawled out naked on the forest floor, her kegs free but her hands tied securely to the ground. The mouths of Brad and Jason opened wide with a slight stirring of their loins.\par \tab The younger kids were mortified.\tab\par \par \tab Brad and Jason came up close to the distraught mother, they were too petrified to have full fledged boners--but close counts. She was naked. The fact that she was in distress and in the manner of being tied down negated any sexual thoughts.\par \tab The younger kids whined, sobbed, and carried on in general typical form. Time was of the essence, \ldblquote Take off your clothes.\rdblquote said the well equipped weaponed man. The boys looked to one another and were confused.\par \tab The man with the weapons repeated his command a second time; with the hesitation of the boys and the time factor the brusque man planted the barrel of the rifle to the chest of Brad. The boy gulped and pissed in his pants.\par \tab Neither boy could hardly breathe.\par \tab\ldblquote Get naked, now!\rdblquote said the man with the rifle in a tone that meant it.\par \tab Slowly and very shakily Jason peeled off his shirt and shucked his jeans. Brad, Janice\rquote s bio son, continued to tremble in place--eyes locked on the man with the rifle, peeing his pants.\par \tab Jason kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans, then lowered his basic white briefs. His penis that had been slightly aroused was back to shrivel with the massive fear overwhelming him.\par \tab\ldblquote Take his clothes off.\rdblquote demanded the man with the rifle.\par \tab Jason\rquote s eyes bulged and he sputtered, gulping for air. With the click of the rifle\rquote s hammer and Brad pissing his pants more and almost whinning like a little pup, friend Jason pulled off his friend\rquote s shirts. Undoing Brad\rquote s shoes the boy nervously looked up to the man with the rifle as well as sneaking a peek to the nakedly sprawled out Janice.\par \tab He paused a moment in the task of taking his friend\rquote s pants down. But finding some courage he managed and paid no attention to the fact that his friend had so childishly pissed himself.\par \tab Before sliding the wet underwear down he shot a glance to the kids, this was bad--very bad. The news stories filled his head about the horrible things families were forced into by sexually depraved assailants. He gulped and was rigid, a burning seething in his gut.\par \tab He slid Brad\rquote s wet underwear down and off. Then trembling he stood beside his naked friend surreptitiously concealing his nakedness from the younger kids, especially the girls.\par \tab\ldblquote Step behind him.\rdblquote breathed the man with the rifle.\par \tab Jason gulped and felt slightly ill. He needed to hear the command again and even then couldn\rquote t believe it. But he complied and stood behind his friend, some inches between them.\par \tab But that wasn\rquote t good enough for the man with the rifle, a head nod and a glare conveyed to Jason he needed to step up--close. Skin close.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh God!\rdblquote uttered Janice.\par \tab The kiddies continued to whimper.\par \tab The two teen boys stood still, trembling, and completely numb (in their minds.) \par \tab\ldblquote Reach around, grab his cock.\rdblquote\par \tab Jason felt the burning in his stomach erupt. He couldn\rquote t breath.\par \tab The rifle barrel shoved into Brad\rquote s chest. The look in the man\rquote s eyes wielding the rifle put across to the boys that the man was serious. Jason wrapped an arm about his naked friend and \ldblquote touched\rdblquote Brad\rquote s penis.\par \tab\ldblquote Work it.\rdblquote\par \tab Jason rolled his eyes. This was disgusting.\par \tab His other hand was commanded to come around and begin \ldblquote fondling his balls.\rdblquote\par \tab Brad closed his eyes and strove hard not to get an erection.\page\tab Jason stopped fondling his friend\rquote s wet testicles to caressing the hips and ass flesh. Brad himself had to masturbate himself then reach behind him and fondle Jason\rquote s schlong, rubbing the slightly stiffened member up between his crack.\par \tab Jason had always wondered really what \ldblquote depraved\rdblquote meant. Now he knew. He was slightly sickened by the ordeal. But it was going to get a lot worse. A lot worse.\par \par \tab After only a few more minutes of Jason fondling his best friend\rquote s wares and Brad reaching back to do likewise, the boys were put into a new horror--stepping away from their clothes and coming up close to the highly distraught mother.\par \tab Noah was gassed, this was beyond anything he could imagine. AND it didn\rquote t bother him. He rubbed himself and only mildly worried about his own children. He definitely needed to quickly scurry and check on them.\par \tab Brad was directed to go to his knees, in between his mother\rquote s legs. For a moment or two he was just to sit there on his knees. He wasn\rquote t directed to do anything else. He was then so observed glancing eye checks to his mother\rquote s quim. He then quickly re-addressed his eyes to his mother\rquote s breasts and then her face.\par \tab The man with the rifle leaned in and whispered to the boy, but everyone could hear, \ldblquote I\rquote ll give you a choice, son--suck my dick or fuck her.\rdblquote\par \tab Brad nearly passed out.\par \tab Jason sputtered, Janice rolled her eyes, Noah grinned. This was going to be good!\par \par \tab Brad shut his eyes tight and shuddered all over as his penis barely had the strength enough to slide into his mother\rquote s cunt. The man with the rifle caressed his ass, rubbed it and patted it before smacking it two or three times hard. Then a daring finger plunged into his tight anus.\par \tab Slowly, though, despite all that, Brad eased his cock into his mother and did what was natural. All eyes of the family and onlookers watched. He locked his arms above his mother and fucked her.\par \tab Jason wasn\rquote t left out, he was directed to come over and plant himself on the mother\rquote s head, his testicles into her mouth. When he didn\rquote t overly comply immediately, the man\rquote s rifle barrel was jammed into/up to, Brad\rquote s asshole. Jason dropped his furry nuggets into the woman\rquote s mouth.\par \tab\ldblquote Suck him!\rdblquote commanded the man. Brad gulped and felt flush.\page\tab Jason\rquote s schlong was a little stiff. Quickly he tried to force it to soften but it wasn\rquote t happening. Brad\rquote s bare ass was caressed more, spanked and patted and a finger ramming into his hole. The man leaned down to his ear and whispered again--this time only he was privy to question.\par \tab\ldblquote Have you sucked a cock before?\rdblquote the boy\rquote s balls were cinched up in his hand and pulled between the boy\rquote s legs.\par \tab The boy went prone still and could scarcely breathe.\par \tab\ldblquote No.\rdblquote he finally muttered.\par \tab\ldblquote Ever want to?\rdblquote\par \tab Again, the boy nearly lost composure. He shook his head and felt ill.\par \tab\ldblquote No.\rdblquote he answered on trembling lips.\par \tab\ldblquote If I discover that you\rquote ve lied to me--it will be very-very bad for you.\rdblquote his young teen ass was caressed and smacked again and the command to \ldblquote suck\rdblquote came once more.\par \tab With eyes closed, Brad leaned in and down and touched his lips to his friend\rquote s not-too-rigid dick head. By his facial expressions he was telling the truth, at least in part--that he had never sucked another\rquote s cock.\par \tab He went down on Jason, his mother twisting and sobbing underneath, her mouth filled with Jason\rquote s balls. Nearby the kids huddled together sobbing, wetting themselves, and being typically frightened out of their wits.\par \tab The boy made typical first time-sucking-a-cock retchings and gaggings to the point of almost heaving. A time or two he stopped fucking his mother to concentrate sucking. The man with the rifle smacked his ass and got him going again. \par \tab Jason\rquote s cock popped out of Brad\rquote s mouth and that was okay, it languished against Brad\rquote s face and the man with the rifle liked it that way. Jason\rquote s dong was stiff. Damn stiff. Brad\rquote s cock was stiff. Damn stiff. He concentrated solely on screwing his mother and finally erupted into that glory of sought after glories.\par \tab And still, the torment was not over.\par \tab Brad humped his fill until his prick softened enough whereas he could pull out. The sensations still thrilled the head of his cock and he practically lay on his dear mother, his cock still squirting some juices.\par \tab Again, the man with the rifle leaned down and whispered to the boy a command, \ldblquote Turn around, put your balls in her mouth, lay down.\rdblquote\par \tab It took a few moments for the distraught exhausted boy to comply. But he did and lay on his mother, his testicles in her mouth. The mother was frantic and totally frapped. Jason sat on his heels, masturbating.\par \tab\ldblquote Go up his ass.\rdblquote whispered harshly the man with the rifle.\par \tab Everyone gasped. Everyone. \par \tab Everyone gasped when the barrel of the rifle slipped into the mouth of Brad. Jason cinched up and pressed his prick against his friend\rquote s ass. He rubbed it on the cheeks and then up and down the crack before earnestly pressing himself into Brad\rquote s firmly tight poop chute.\par \tab By watching Jason poke and prod, rub and dub, Forrest knew.\par \tab Brad\rquote s anus was tight and virginal and took some doing for Jason to make penetration. Brad pulled his own cheeks as he wallowed on top of his mother. Jason finally penetrated the tight sphincter rim and began sodomizing his best friend.\par \tab Despite the time constraints, Forrest undressed himself, again, and got between the woman\rquote s legs. Against Brad\rquote s lips he pressed his cock and worked himself all the way in.\par \tab From the boy\rquote s mouth the woman\rquote s cunt Forrest fucked his fill repeatedly until unloading into the boy\rquote s mouth. Jason unload into his asshole.\par \tab While Jason sat back wiping his dick clean with Janice\rquote s panties the mother was commanded to \ldblquote lick his hole clean!\rdblquote\par \tab Janice White was near out of her mind.\par \tab She did the job, though. Retched and nearly vomited.\par \tab Jason was instructed to switch places, HIS balls in the woman\rquote s mouth, laying down her body. But before Brad was to stuff his friend\rquote s rectum, he had another task.\par \tab\ldblquote Lick it, the crack, the hole, all of it!\rdblquote\par \tab Brad felt ill. This was insane. Totally!\par \tab After a good bung hole licking, though, butt fucking was next.\par \tab Grandpa Noah was in a bad way and took another turn boffing the woman. After shooting his load in mere minutes, he stuffed his grandfatherly cock into Jason\rquote s mouth. Jason made horrendous retchings and gaggings. Forrest knew that Noah was safe. A new partner.\par \par \tab It wasn\rquote t easy, but one by one the remaining kids got themselves undressed. Brad and Jason took turns, again, scrogging the mother; but this time without sucking the other\rquote s cock or taking it in the ass.\par \tab It was observed that the boys while screwing watched the kiddies undressing--and while the kiddies undressed, the boys screwed harder. They watched the girls peel out of their clothes, Brad\rquote s sister Carrie was cute, along with her friend, Anna. Both were twelve years old.\page\tab Carrie and Anna undressed themselves and it was a joy to watch them do so. Noah stood whacking himself and stood close so as the frightened horrified children could see him up close and too personal-like. Jason and Brad fucked their fill of the mother, their eyes taking in the naked pre-teens.\par \tab\ldblquote You like looking at your sister and her friend?\rdblquote Forrest asked in a bare whisper to Brad. The boy stammered and couldn\rquote t speak, he was awash in sweat and shook his head violently in the No. Forrest could tell otherwise.\par \tab It was the same with Jason, but Jason seemed to have more control and not in such a dire panic as his best friend. He shrugged his answer when asked if he liked looking at the girls.\par \tab\ldblquote Given the chance, you\rquote d stick \lquote em, wouldn\rquote t you?\rdblquote with the implied notion that if given the chance, Jason would stick his dick into Carrie and Anna.\par \tab Along with Noah, Jason and Brad stood before Carrie and Anna, masturbating. Forrest joined them then instructed Brad to strip off Heather\rquote s clothes while Jason undressed Ty. Neither boy leaped to the task straightaway; so the mother freaked out as she was electrocuted via the dog collar attachment about her neck.\par \tab A few more moments were needed for the boys to gather themselves as well as the kiddies who cowered and had terrible fits. Which was expected. \par \tab Janice suffered another jolt before Jason went to Ty. Both Ty and Heather had pissed themselves royally. Sheer fright will do that to you.\par \tab Brad slowly undressed Heather, she wasn\rquote t biologically connected to him, she was the sister of Ty and they were neighbor friends of theirs. When the chaos of the world began to seep into their town they came along for safety.\par \tab Hmmmm\par \tab Despite screwing the mother several times, a blowjob, a fuck in a tight ass, both boys got severe major boners when sliding down the kids\rquote wet underwear.\par \tab\ldblquote Carry them.\rdblquote Forrest told them. Jason picked up Ty and Brad picked up Heather and held her. The others were capable of walking on their own. Darkness was quickly descending and there were places to go.\par \par ****\page\tab Noah\rquote s family was fine. Shagged out from a day of playing, frolicking, and making merry. Forrest moved his newest Captives further into the woods, promising Noah that he would return in the day and bring them to his place.\par \tab\par Overabundance\par \tab Janice lay sprawled on a bare mattress, she was bound by the hands which were secured into a wall of stone. Her legs were free to move, though. She was still naked and her mind was virtually \ldblquote offline\rdblquote .\par \tab Dully was she aware of those who came to view her as well as \ldblquote mount\rdblquote her. Teenage boys, pre-teen, and younger. Each boy took a turn sinking his bone into her motherly cunny, then humping her between her breasts as well as a few pumps in her mouth.\par \tab She was alone in her new place, it was small and near sphere shaped.\par \tab In an adjacent room Carrie and Anna laid out on a single bare mattress. They were terribly frightened and clung to one another and adorned about the neck with dog collars. Though both terribly frightened, they understood that the collars were dangerous and could dish out the same painful affliction that had afflicted Carrie\rquote s mother.\par \tab There was a round door that slid into the wall, or was rolled into the wall rather. After the girls had been settled and their collars put on, the door was left open. \ldblquote If you\rquote ve got to pee or other or need attention, pull this cord.\rdblquote the naked man with the rifle told them. The \ldblquote cord\rdblquote rang a brass bell in the small hallway as well as illuminated a red light outside the door.\par \tab The girls clinging to one another said nothing. They saw boys of various ages walking past the open door, some peeked in and checked them and then moved on. The girls waited. Silently each thought they were going to be killed. They both assumed that they were going to be definitely raped. They were concerned about the others and Carrie\rquote s mother. The impromptu campout had indeed been a bad idea.\par \tab Brad and Jason sat quiet in a small room of their own; thoughts to their own. It was a nightmare. Sort of. A strange occurrence of events. Both were aware of all the news stories about sexual deviants prowling the American landscape, but they didn\rquote t think for a minute that they would be swept up in it.\par \tab Brad\rquote s thoughts were in lockdown mode, his mind nearly void and empty. Jason, though, reflected on what had happened. He had boned Janice. He had--he HAD--always wanted to. He didn\rquote t particularly care for the manner in which he had been forced to bone her, but all in all\'85\page\tab Jason didn\rquote t understand what was happening to them, he knew what was happening byt the why of it was elusive. It was crazy. Too crazy. Beyond insane! The news stories were one thing but for to be actually a part of it was something else again.\par \tab Presently a young girl appeared at the open door. She was about ten or so, shoulder length dark brown hair, pretty blue eyes--and naked. She was very pretty overall, soft skin, barely-there-nipples on some barely there mounds. Her pussy was hairless and revealed serious signs of being non-virgin-like.\par \tab She paused a moment at the door, pursing her lips and being kind of shy. She sigh and brushed a loose strand of hair out of her pretty face and stepped inside the almost spherical room.\par \tab\ldblquote Hi.\rdblquote she said.\par \tab Jason and Brad tried somewhat to conceal their blatant nudity. It was all getting just a little too weird.\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote m Jane.\rdblquote she said. She stepped closer, looking to both nude boys and trying not to stare at their teenhoods.\par \tab\ldblquote I-I\rquote m Jason, this is Brad.\rdblquote\par \tab Jane looked over her shoulder a second. Was someone there, hiding against the outer wall out of sight? Jason thought he saw a shadow but wasn\rquote t sure. The lighting in the \ldblquote cave\rdblquote of rooms wasn\rquote t the greatest.\par \tab\ldblquote I-I have to do you.\rdblquote the timid girl said.\par \tab Jason and Brad looked to one another, \lquote Huh?\rquote\par \tab Jane scratched her nose and shrugged. She wasn\rquote t going to explain. She looked to the boys, there was more to be said but she wasn\rquote t going to say it. \par \tab\ldblquote Bo-both of us?\rdblquote inquired Jason?\par \tab Jane shook her head with an almost smile, \lquote No.\rquote\par \tab The boys looked to her again, \lquote oh\rquote so she has to decide which one.\par \tab Brad scooted back on the mattress and braced a little against the cool rock wall. He folded his legs Indian style with hands partially concealing himself. His cock was sore, shagged out, and still in distress at what had happened. His thoughts were still fairly much of his own, buried deep.\par \tab Jason sat back on the mattress, legs open, exposing himself. He knew there was little need to conceal himself, there was a modesty concern but the girl was nude, he was nude, everyone was nude and she had obviously been doinked a few times and probably raped by the mad man with the rifle.\par \tab The girl came to the mattress and eyed Jason\rquote s slowly engorged dong.\page\tab She smiled.\par \tab It made Jason feel good and not knowing really what to do or expect he waited. Jane knew what to do. She crawled up and eyed his one-eyed monster a little closer, then took her hand and stroked it. Brad\rquote s mouth dropped and he gulped. Jason liked. A lot.\par \tab Jane squeezed the member that was hot in her hand, then she pressed her lips to the head of the cock and began rolling her tongue about it. Her hand continued to work his shaft. Her free hand fondled his balls. \par \tab Jason opened his legs wider and somewhat jammed his prick into the girl\rquote s mouth. It was a dream cum true! He ran his hands thru the girl\rquote s hair, eyes closed. A bunch of girls Jane\rquote s age filled his mind--he had longed for a girl Jane\rquote s age to suck him. He was a pervert. A closet pervert.\par \par \tab His bone seemed to grow even more stiffer. The girl was good. Damn good. It was sooooooo tantalizing he could barely stand it. He found himself with his hand on the girl\rquote s head--on the BACK of her head. He didn\rquote t really need to \ldblquote help\rdblquote her, she was doing fine on her own.\par \tab Brad leaned over to have a better look, methodically he found himself fondling his prick being very enthused at what was transpiring. Jason pushed himself up into the girl\rquote s mouth a little more--kind of an instinctive manner. Jane made no sounds save for an occasional \ldblquote slurping\rdblquote as she worked the burning hot member.\par \tab The girl squeezed Jason\rquote s schlong at the base and gave his nads a brief loving squeeze and then sat up, the cock popping out and making such a sound. The girl sat back smacking her lips, there was almost a slight grin on her face. She bowed her head to avoid Jason\rquote s eyes.\par \tab A moment later and she was crawling up onto his body. Jason didn\rquote t know what to do or say--during the long silent moment he maintained a steady erection as he stared at the nude girl, thinking about screwing her and how it would feel. He figured, \lquote why not? She sucked my dick, she\rquote s obviously been getting dick, probably that fucker with the rifle has been in her, why the fuck not me!?\rquote\par \tab Jane reached underneath her and took holt of his cock and guided it into her body. She slid herself down and lightly squeezed her cunny and young body as a whole. Jason was in heaven. This was beyond anything he could imagine. And being a helper at an elementary school he imagined a lot!\page\tab Surprisingly Jason\rquote s teenage bone eased nicely into Jane\rquote s ten year old poon. She grunted and made some faces but eventually settled down on him and began to pump herself. Jason caressed her ass, his fingers slipping inside to feel the warmth of her crack and touch briefly her asshole. His none work alone, pulsing and throbbing inside her.\par \tab He was already worked up sufficiently so his cum off point wasn\rquote t far off. Jane adjusted her legs and straddled the boy and rode his cock until he began his tumultuous ascent to orgasm. Both hand clamped onto the girl\rquote s ass, he began to make non-sensical outcries. Jane remained silent, pursing her lips tight. Brad hammered his cock beside them watching.\par \tab Right at the pivotal point of ecstasy, another girl appeared at the door.\par \tab Equally naked, exceptionally beautiful, and Chinese. Her hair was long and black, sleek like her body, and she had a different aire about her. She hung at the door until Jason had emptied his splooge. Jane squeezed her cunny and then simply lay on the teenage in-the-closet-pervert until she could regain her composure.\par \tab The Chinese girl slowly came into the small roundish room, somewhat concealing her naked hairless cunny. She was a little taller than Jane, and slimmer. She had no breasts at all, just nipples. Brad licked his lips and sat back against the wall, it was obvious she was to serve (service) him.\par \tab Jason blinked his eyes excessively and continued to caress Jane.\par \tab\ldblquote This is Molene.\rdblquote Jane told the boys.\par \tab Jane continued laying on Jason. Jason continued caressing her ass.\par \tab Molene sighed a slight almost private sigh and went to her knees. She gave Brad a quick glance to the face and then down his lily white chest to his naked parts. She closed her eyes and seemed not as willing or aggressive as Jane. Molene was more polite, modest, shy. From out in the hall someone \ldblquote cleared\rdblquote their throat.\par \tab It prompted Molene to promptly go down and work Brad\rquote s cock quickly. Despite his concerns about his well being, his family, the whole sordid situation as a whole, Brad enjoyed the hummer. He didn\rquote t even mind that it was from such a young girl such as Molene. \par \tab He had minor qualms about the blowjob from the ten year old, but she seemed willing to give--and he was willing to receive. It was the simple point of fact that receiving such enjoyment was illegal. That was the hangup, indulging in such activities was a no-no and his mother would kill him.\par \tab Molene, like Jane, sucked well and Brad enjoyed it.\page\tab Molene, like Jane, eventually stopped sucking just short of bringing the teenager to orgasm. She sat back momentarily in an almost admiring his cock manner. It was an average sized schlong for a boy his age, which was fifteen. She worked it, squeezed, then crawled her body up and squatted herself (her sex) down onto it; Brad guided his prong into the girl\rquote s quim, one hand on her ass, eyes closed and deeply into the act of getting laid.\par \tab Brad blotted out when back in the woods by the creek he had been forced to fuck his mother--along with sucking his Jason\rquote s cock and taking Jason\rquote s cock in his ass, his balls in his mother\rquote s mouth, and sodomizing Jason, too.\par \tab The images of his sister Carrie and her friend Anna filled his mind, butt bare assed naked they were. It was a terrible ordeal for sure and he didn\rquote t wish to see any harm whatsoever come to the girls, Ty or Heather, either. But\'85\par \tab A minute, two minutes, three? He didn\rquote t know for sure but he felt his cock exploding in the young girl riding him. \ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote he expelled. His cock dramatically seethed with enthusiasm about the fuck, he humped/pumped near furiously as the turbulent ordeal reached its apex. Molene pursed her lips tightly together, her young kinda tan body shuddered as the boy\rquote s cock inside her bursted forth its juices.\par \tab Brad\rquote s orgasm achieved he quickly descended to the ground floor; his cock remained in Molene\rquote s cock hungry cunny, still jutting juices. His hands all over the girl\rquote s ass.\par \par ****\par \par Into the Fray\par \tab\ldblquote He\rquote s overdue, I gotta go.\rdblquote\par \tab Noah nodded, he had proved himself worthy of not being a security issue. It had been two days since the meeting of Noah and the acquiring of Janice\rquote s family. Not much had gone on at the New Digs, a little here and there but mostly still making the underground living more livable.\par \tab But with each passing hour slipping by and Seth a no-show, Forrest had to find out what happened. He had a bad feeling. He armed himself well and shook Noah\rquote s hand.\par \tab Noah looked to him and blessed him a safe return.\par \tab Forrest said nothing and struck off.\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }