{\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\par Book 4\par Still Tripping\par Chapter 25\par There and Back Again-Again\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\fs28\par \par \tab\ldblquote I think she\rquote s coming around.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Looks like.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Look at her eyes.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Looks like she\rquote s scared shitless.\rdblquote\par \tab A crack of thunder spilled into the bleak night.\par \tab\ldblquote I hate to try and move her, she could have a back or neck injury.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote That rain breaks loose we could have a bigger problem.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote\par \tab More thunder and then a series of brilliant flashes of lightning--followed by a steady down pouring of rain.\par \tab\ldblquote Told ya.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Bite me.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote We\rquote d better move her--just very carefully, get her back to the cabin.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Should get one of the boys to come give us a light, it\rquote s going to get damn dark on us damn quick.\rdblquote\par \tab The voice went on but began to diminish and become garbled.\par \par ****\par \par \tab Ever wake up screaming and then realize you haven\rquote t gone to sleep yet? Mandy awoke with a startle. It wasn\rquote t good. One, there was severe disorientation; two, she strained a back muscle.\par \tab That went well with the numerous hurtie-owies riddling her young teenage body. Her feet hurt the most. Then her shins, knees, thighs, and so on clear up to the head--which hurt the most.\par \tab There was a ringing--a constant high pitched whine in her ears, both of them. That wasn\rquote t good.\page\tab Scarcely could see anything where she was. Her last remembrance was a bit cloudy and unsound. Nothing congealed in memory--so it frightened her all the more. She lay still; letting her senses tell her what she needed to know. Which wasn\rquote t much: the air was unpleasant, like mold, along with being dank and musty and seriously unclean.\par \tab Her fingers discovered tattered burlap, decaying canvas. She lay on something of a bed, it was short and narrow. She had clothes on, no underwear (still) and no shoes. Her hair was a mess, but so was everything else.\par \tab Slowly-slowly very slowly her eyes began to make out shapes; like walls, an open door, an open window. There was a chair that was broken, a small wooden table, debris of this and that all over the place. She still couldn\rquote t recall exactly WHERE she was or how she came to be there.\par \tab Slowly-slowly very slowly the ringing-whine in her ears diminished.\par \tab A cool breeze drifted in through the open window.\par \tab It was pitch dark outside. Somewhere a warbling bird warbled. No crickets, though, or any other nightlife noisemaking creature. Mandy sat still, still and quiet.\par \tab Slowly she drew her legs up and sat with back against the wall, midway in the middle of the short rinky-dink cot/bed. Thru the rest of the darkness Mandy sat as such--quiet and still. Her mind was empty, no thoughts whatsoever.\par \par \tab Sometime she must of dropped off to sleep unknowingly. Another startled awakened her. Gathering herself she looked around slowly. But there was nothing. She clenched her legs and then let them slip out over the cot to stretch. Her stomach growled. She needed to pee.\par \tab With the light of the new morning it was detailed that she was in a new environment--of sorts. Her mind was still asleep, those things of recent events evaded recognition. It was like she had no past.\par \tab The walls of the room she was in was gray, chipped and well weathered boards not well put together and was in the state of simply disintegrating altogether.\par \tab A thick heavy layer of dust lay on all the broken furniture and floors. Black soot it was actually. Stepping out of the very small bedroom Mandy stirred up the black soot. It made her sneeze, fart, and pee. \par \tab The trickle of urine going down her legs was unpleasant and she began to remove the pants she was wearing--when a noise erupted into the new morning.\page\tab A whistle.\par \tab A train whistle.\par \tab An OLD style train whistle from way long ago.\par \tab Mandy began to sweat.\par \tab Fear gripped her wholly, souly.\par \tab Scarcely could she breath.\par \tab Her asshole clenched up and she gripped the threshold of a doorway to a large open room. She had seen \ldblquote rooms\rdblquote like it before; in old western shows, old western museums. No one about, a portrait of a naked lady on the wall above the bar. Broken furniture all over.\par \tab Slowly-slowly very slowly Mandy made her way across the derelict room to the only door. All the windows were broken. The air became more and more enthused with an unpleasant odor--it was like--like--cat piss? Suddenly she was reminded of a friend\rquote s cat, Clorece, whose cat was old and dying and had lost control of its bladder and peed on itself--a lot. It soiled the blankets it lay on and was kept out in the family garage. Mandy recalled the odor. Cat piss.\par \tab There was Johnathon Akers, too; a cute little boy of five with a wak bladder. He wet his bed (and himself) a lot, too. Tiffany Bleakers was a seven year old who occasionally peed herself--in her clothes or in her bed. Mandy had babysat both of them. She had molested them, too. With Johnathon she had toyed with his pee-pee, this after stripping him down and wiping him clean. She sucked him, his bald hairless little nuggets, too. She squeezed his little ass and made him suck her titties. Followed by humping on her horny gash.\par \tab With Tiffany it was simple fingering, mutual fingering.\par \tab Then, as it was chanced to happen, Mandy had both Johnathon and Tiffany. They went to the park and then beyond the park to the river area. Finding a secluded spot she got the kids to undress. After that Mandy got the two to have sex; to suck one another and then Johnathon to mount and fuck Tiffany.\par \par \tab The cat piss smell was overwhelmed by a more distasteful odor, sulfur. A new fear came to Mandy, seething up from her soul. Something rumbled thru her body--something rumbled thru the ground.\par \tab Gripped tenaciously by fear Mandy\rquote s thoughts were to RUN!\par \tab She stepped on some broken glass, though, and transferred her fear to pain. It was short lived, however, as the train whistle once more thundered through the air and rippled thru her.\par \tab Stumbling out into the morning\rquote s light Mandy realized that she was in that village, that rustic old village. Everything of her \ldblquote trek\rdblquote began to fill her, re-fill her. Again she could hardly breathe it was so intense the images spilling into her mind in no particular order.\par \tab She screamed.\par \tab Seemed the logical thing to do.\par \tab She screamed long and loud and then began to run as if something were after her. Blindedly she bolted up the small slight hill and stumbled (and fell) onto the train track. More hurtie-owies. She reeled in the new pains, not fully realizing that she was sitting in the middle of the track\'85\par \tab Not until the train whistle blew.\par \tab There was a rumbling in the ground. The small timber settling rocks jiggled in the vibration. A horrible-horrendous odor virtually consumed her; her eyes stung with an acridness she had never known.\par \tab Whirling around there it was.\par \tab Lumbering like some behemoth hulk.\par \tab It was HUGE.\par \tab Gi-fucking-gantic!\par \tab\ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote she said aloud. It was almost on her.\par \tab At the last second, the very last, she bolted headlong into the foliage never minding the thorns and stickers. The air of the great monstrous locomotive swept over her propelling her even further into the thicket. The thunder of the massive steamer vibrated the ground so that saplings and small bushes shook until they came out of the ground.\par \tab She screamed. Again and again; \ldblquote Leave me the fuck alone!\rdblquote\par \tab Sitting up looking thru the foliage she saw the colossal beast lumbering in what was perceived to be \ldblquote slo-mo.\rdblquote slow motion. It HAD been hurtling along at an enormous speed; now it was in one of those movie-like slow motions.\par \tab Clinging to the side at a door or something on the beastly 1800s train was an engineer. Typically attired, stout and waving his hand to someone unseen down the track. There was a clanging of bells, chuffing and ringing, from the train. Then, the engineer looked out slowly into the thicket where Mandy sat up.\par \tab Mandy COULD not breath. All breathing stopped. All thought ceased to be. The face of the engineer was not there, replaced by a horrendous creature, a grinning skull!\page Respite\par \tab How far she traveled she didn\rquote t know. She paused only a few times to throw up, pull stickers out of her feet and other exposed body areas, then stumble-tumble on. The forest took on a change, not as lush and more woodsy. And it was mostly all downhill, too.\par \tab At a creek she came to pause and drench herself, her body and her thirst. Something to eat would be nice. But she was kinda too ill for really seriously eating.\par \tab From head to toe there were bruises, cuts, bumps, scratches. Every fiber of her being was on fire. In her mind the replay button continuously reset itself--the hideous face of the engineer leaning out of the train. It was beckoning her to come. The face was appalling, brackish yellow, a sickly pale yellow with black sunken eyes. It wore an engineer\rquote s cap, but there were strange wriggly tentacles wavering about poking up from around the skull. There were, too, two small goat-ish horns on the forehead.\par \tab Mandy knew who he was. She knew where she was. \ldblquote From now on,\rdblquote she told herself, \ldblquote stay the hell away from train tracks.\rdblquote\par \par \tab Day seemed to wear on forever. A couple of times where she stumbled and fell, she just lay there; gripping the ground and crying. This was all so FUCKED up. She wanted to be home, or anywhere. Save for Satan\rquote s train.\par \tab Night DID come and Mandy felt compelled for some reason to continue just a bit more. And at length she caught the drift of something in the air. Fire! Smoke! A campfire!\par \tab Fireflies were in the air, buzzing insects and other nighttime creatures. Mandy thought this a good sign. Carefully she tredged on, pausing now and then to listen. She thought she heard voices, singing? There was laughter, too.\par \tab The sound of something else suddenly came to be. A gruffness. A grunt or groan--something letting others know of its presence. All was quiet and still thereafter.\par \tab The crackling of a campfire drew Mandy closer.\par \tab And at length she saw its warm flickering light.\par \tab\par A Long Day\rquote s Journey Into Nightmare\par \tab A small group of young people sat around a small flickering campfire. Mandy slowly-slowly crept up. No marshmallows but something was being cooked on the fire. There was a conversation in progress:\page\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m not going back.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Me neither.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I would, but maybe not.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote m definitely not!\rdblquote\par \tab One of the speakers shifted his weight and leaned into the fire\rquote s light a bit more, poking the fire and checking the \ldblquote doneness\rdblquote of what was cooking on the spit. The firelight told a tale of horror, on the boy\rquote s face--physical horror. His face was badly bruised and puffed up, one eye was nearly swollen shut.\par \tab\ldblquote I hope we can get far enough away.\rdblquote\par \tab There was silence among them, then; \ldblquote I don\rquote t think we can ever get far enough away.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote We might.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Fuck, my dad wont even really fucking care that I\rquote m gone!\rdblquote he chuckled and threw something into the fire.\par \tab\ldblquote My mom will.\rdblquote said a small voice, a girl\rquote s voice.\par \tab\ldblquote Mine probably will too, when she calms down--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote And needs you to do some crap for her or some shit.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Or to bitch at just because.\rdblquote\par \tab Silence fell among them again. \par \tab A log popped and the boy with the messed up face pulled a piece of \ldblquote meat\rdblquote off of the spit. He tasted it, made a face that was not displeasing, nor was it a sign of overly goodness. It was palatable, though. He nodded and pulled off another piece. One by one (and there were three more) the others helped themselves.\par \par \tab Mandy moved in a little closer. What cooked on the spit could be a squirrel, rabbit, or possible a bird of some size. May have even been a fish but it wasn\rquote t shaped as so to keep its form. \par \tab Night was coming on strong, cold and dark. No stars, no moon. Just dark and cold. Mandy looked upon each of the campers; young they were, eleven-twelve, possibly ten (the girl.) and there was only the one girl. Long stringy blond hair, she wore a dress that was faded and tattered and really well worn. Dirty tennis shoes and a single barrette on the left side of her so-so pretty face. A nasty scratch on her cheek, she looked tired and forlorn.\par \tab\ldblquote Do you think they\rquote ll call the cops out on us?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Probably.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote But we\rquote ve got a good head start on them, we can be LONG gone before they get going.\rdblquote\page\tab\ldblquote If they don\rquote t use the dogs.\rdblquote\par \tab One of the lads in a simple stripped shirt gave the one who spoke the previous remark a bad look. The other lad rolled his shoulders and stared at the flickering flames.\par \tab\ldblquote Well, fuck,\rdblquote said one of the boys, \ldblquote we always wanted to be on our own.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Kinda sucks when it really happens, though.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I aint going back, no way, no FUCKING way.\rdblquote the boy with the fucked up face.\par \tab\ldblquote Yep, me neither!\rdblquote chirped in the stripped shirt boy.\par \tab\ldblquote Here! Here!\rdblquote chimed in the girl.\par \tab\ldblquote All for one!\rdblquote blurted in the remaining youth. He stuck his hand out just above the flames\rquote heat. The others placed their hands on his and they all made the typical chant of \ldblquote one for all, all for one\rdblquote decree.\par \tab\ldblquote Wish we could have been more prepared, though.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Could sneak back home--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Could, but I wouldn\rquote t.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, I wouldn\rquote t want to chance it and get caught.\rdblquote\par \tab Messed Up Face boy nodded, there was no WAY he was chancing going back. (wherever BACK was.)\par \tab More silence.\par \tab\ldblquote I think we shoulda put more planning in this.\rdblquote marked the girl. She picked her nose then flicked the nose nugget into the fire.\par \tab\ldblquote Wasn\rquote t much time.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, spur of the moment kinda thing. But still\'85\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I aint going back, fuck him.\rdblquote Messed Up Face Boy decreed, strongly.\par \tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t think ANY of us are going back.\rdblquote the boy who spoke looked around to the others just to make sure. They all nodded their heads as his gaze passed over them. The boy shrugged, \ldblquote Well, that\rquote s it, then.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I think I\rquote m going to call it.\rdblquote said one of the boys yawning.\par \tab\ldblquote Been a long day for sure.\rdblquote spoke up another.\par \tab\ldblquote My dad\rquote s probably still standing on the porch\'85\rdblquote piped in the third boy. All went quiet until a log popped in the fire. The girl helped herself to another piece of kinda really well done rabbit and two of the boys laid down beside a log. They had some blankets but not much else, poor planning that was hurried.\par \tab\par \par \tab So then there were two.\par \tab The girl did yawn, big and loud. She stretched unto herself and stared at the fire. The boy yawned loudly, too. He was fidgety and after a time stood and stepped off to one side--and began peeing. The girl shook her head and almost blushed. She picked for another nose nugget and gave it a fling into the fire. The boy had finished his whiz and had begun masturbating.\par \tab\ldblquote You keep doing that and it\rquote s going to beat if off!\rdblquote (that\rquote s the whole idea!)\par \tab\ldblquote Cant help it!\rdblquote explained the boy. He giggled and stroked his young thing a little more then commented, \ldblquote Yer jess jealous \lquote cause you cant do it!\rdblquote\par \tab The young girl rolled her eyes. \ldblquote I do so!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Do not!\rdblquote chirped the boy, \ldblquote You cant, you don\rquote t got a penis!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I don\rquote t need one!\rdblquote she declared, \ldblquote I got one these!\rdblquote she said happily lifting up her dress, spreading her legs, and exposing her \ldblquote cookie.\rdblquote \par \tab Then chiming back, \ldblquote And as long as I got one these,\rdblquote pointing to her crotch, \ldblquote I can get as many of THOSE (pointing to the boy\rquote s stiffy) as I want!\rdblquote\par \tab The boy rolled his eyes and continued stroking his member.\par \tab After a moment, though, \ldblquote So how does a girl--\rdblquote and he shrugged/rolled his shoulder in a curious manner.\par \tab The girl once more blushed almost, got a semi serious look on her face, licked her lips in considering then, \ldblquote Well, I just finger it, that\rquote s all.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Finger it?\rdblquote inquired the boy. He turned and wasn\rquote t to shy or modest about concealing his prick.\par \tab The girl showing equally the lack of shyness or modesty hiked up her dingy dirty dress and pulled the crotch of her equally dirty dingy panties to one side, exposing her hairless poon. The boy licked his lips, eyes locked on her naked cunny.\par \tab The girl began to rub her fingers up and down the entrance.\par \tab\ldblquote Whoa!\rdblquote he said with a gulp.\par \tab One of the other boys sat up, wiped/rubbed his eyes and looked, too.\par \tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bee-atch, Carrie!\rdblquote he exclaimed.\par \tab The girl giggled, \ldblquote Aw, come on, you\rquote ve all seen me before!\rdblquote \par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, but--but now it seems different.\rdblquote\par \tab The third boy sat up, \ldblquote What\rquote s going on?\rdblquote he asked sleepily.\par \tab\ldblquote A jerk fest, jerk, go back to sleep.\rdblquote\par \tab He didn\rquote t, he rubbed his eyes and looked to see \ldblquote Carrie\rdblquote exposing herself and still fingering herself, too.\page\tab A whimsical face came enlighten Carrie, she couldn\rquote t hold back the blush and she stopped fingering herself, but kept her legs open just the same.\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote inquired one of the non-jerking off boys.\par \tab Carrie shook her head to clear it of loose strands of hair. \ldblquote Well, I\rquote ve seen you all--you all in your skin\'85\rdblquote she drawled and couldn\rquote t continue.\par \tab The boys looked to one another.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, and?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Well,\rdblquote she eyed the one boy who was still whacking off, \ldblquote it\rquote s just I\rquote ve never really seen you, Noly, Kiff, doing it like James.\rdblquote\par \tab Noly (Nolan) and Kiff (Kiff?) looked to one another, grinning big.\par \tab\ldblquote Sooooo, what are you say--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Or asking?\rdblquote\par \tab Carrie could hardly contain herself, she somewhat averted her gaze upon James\rquote nakedly exposed schlong. \ldblquote I\rquote m just saying I\rquote ve never seen you two doing what James was doing.) James had paused whacking his cock and stood with hands on hips like a stereotypical stance of a pirate (with his cock hanging out.)\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote ve seen you all peeing and swimming and running thru the woods in your B-suits,\rdblquote Carrie continued, \ldblquote but not--\rdblquote and she giggled, brought her knees together and blushed big.\par \tab\ldblquote Soooooo, you want us to?\rdblquote queried Kiff.\par \tab Nolan rubbed the heel of his hand against his crotch, anticipating.\par \tab\ldblquote If you want.\rdblquote Carrie said with a shrug.\par \tab Nolan and Kiff looked to one another. \lquote Holy shit!\rquote was etched onto their young faces.\par \tab Nolan, sandy brown haired with some freckles, approx. 85 lbs and just under 4\rquote 10\rdblquote , slowly-slowly very slowly unzipped his jeans and fished out his penis. It was already partially stiff. Timidly he did what came naturally and worked it. Carrie eyed it, grinning, slowly casting a glance to Kiff standing beside him unsurely.\par \tab Kiff was jabbed in the side by Nolan, \lquote Go on, stupid!\rquote was the unspoken sentiment.\par \tab Kiff looked a little pale, before he didn\rquote t seem to mind going naked or presenting himself with Carrie present, but now he seemed reluctant.\par \tab\ldblquote Come on, dumb ass!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Shut up!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote You want me to take off mine?\rdblquote Carrie asked.\par \tab Kiff looked like a frightened deer in the headlights\'85\page\tab One cock-two cock-three cocks hard!\par \tab Kiff not only had his schlong out jerking it, his pants and underwear were at his ankles. He had his shirt up and was happily cranking away merrily. Carrie starred at the naked dong, eyeing it as an after dinner treat.\par \tab James and Nolan worked their dongs, Nolan taking his shirt off and James undoing his jeans and taking them off. One by one all three boys stripped off to their \ldblquote skin.\rdblquote\par \tab Carrie slipped off her dress and slid her panties down to her ankles. She parted her legs and let the boys have a more up close and personal gander at her snatch.\par \tab\lquote Kiss it.\rquote suggested strongly the unseen Mandy.\par \tab It was just a suggestion--she didn\rquote t know if it would be received, or perceived or what. And when the young Nolan DID kiss Carrie\rquote s naked cunny, it still wasn\rquote t known if Mandy\rquote s thought had actually been conveyed.\par \tab\lquote Kiss it, lick it--lick it like an ice cream.\rquote\par \tab Nolan did that, too.\par \par \tab From kissing to all out fingering. Vaginal and anal finger-tonguing and exploration. Nolan, James, and Kiff taking their turns in turn. Then, \par \tab\lquote Suck him, them.\rquote strongly suggested Mandy--still not sure if she was coercing the kids or were they working on their own.\par \tab Carrie DID suck the boys, she eyed their nakedness, fondled their balls and then engulfed their little puds for a full suck. Carrie, too, was \ldblquote conveyed\rdblquote to ball washing, as well. The boys liked, a lot.\par \tab Thereafter it was the ultimate nasty.\par \tab James came first. He was shy and needed lots of special \ldblquote encouraging\rdblquote conveyance from the still unseen Mandy. His little puddling kept slipping out of Carrie\rquote s pussy. He lay fully on her and humped, very-very unschooled that not even natural instinct helped.\par \tab Thankfully his buddies didn\rquote t ridicule him, they were too enthused with the watching him and Carrie and playing with themselves to really notice that the boy was not so good at the task.\par \tab Nolan came secondly. And he came, too--\par \tab Kiff lay on the girl(friend), humping her fresh fucked cunny without actually penetrating her. He took his time and needed the least encouraging. He had fucked before. He sat up and dragged his cock up and down Carrie\rquote s poon, stuffing it just enough to conceal the head of his prick.\page\tab Carrie herself got some enjoyment out of the deal--but seemed somewhat lacklustered about it just the same. Mandy couldn\rquote t help notice, too, the lack of vaginal bleeding. Was Carrie a slut? Or a virgin? Again, Mandy recalled several times where it seemed as though the girl getting doinked for the first time didn\rquote t bleed. Even very young girls.\par \tab One by one the boys all fell to sleep, worn out from their shagging.\par \tab Carrie stepped off to one side and piddled.\par \tab She returned to the fire and warmed her backside, then faced the fire and examined her pussy while standing. She then flicked another nose nugget into the fire, farted, then curled up by the boys and went to sleep.\par \par Friendly Farts and Other Bubbles of Life\par \tab Did she space? She remembered lightly watching the kids sleep. Her mind slipped a gear and she was suddenly on those tracks--THOSE tracks, facing down the lumbering 1800s steam locomotive--it\rquote s massive single eye blaring into her soul. The Engineer leaning out of the cab giving her the finger--no, not THAT finger, the other finger; the beckoning finger.\par \tab Then, it was early morning.\par \tab The campfire was down to coals. There was a slight chilliness in the air and not much warmth from the once blazing campfire. How much time exactly had passed Mandy didn\rquote t know. \par \tab And the campers were gone, too.\par \tab\lquote Oh well.\rquote Mandy said to herself.\par \tab She stood and seemed as if in a dream state of being, she felt odd and not quite herself. She took a step. She saw the log of which the kids had snuggled against. There was the now burnt rabbit, and tracks of where the kids had gone off. A bird tweetered. Mandy managed to pop her neck, she couldn\rquote t recall the last time she had been able to do that.\par \tab Taking another step there was suddenly a strange wave of nausea overwhelming her. It was more of a \ldblquote displacement\rdblquote . She didn\rquote t care for it. It almost made her retch. Somehow she managed to hold off doing so.\par \tab Looking around to get her bearings there was sparse woods all about, it looked to be like the Fall of the year. A crummy dirt road ran between a pair of very weathered not well put together gray picket fences. There was a house with a wrap-around porch. The porch sagged, the whole of the porch, the roof and flooring all sagged. The railing that surrounded the porch sagged and appeared to be very questionable in support purposes.\par \tab The house, too, like the fences, was gray and heavily weathered and worn. There were other homes not too close in similar shape and fashion.\page\tab There was evidence of habitation, though--as opposed to the previous area of buildings Mandy had been to. There were vehicles present, as well. Strange vehicles, from a different time period--HUGE vehicles Mandy guessed from the 1950s.\par \tab She saw people. Kids and adults at the other houses, dogs and cats, chickens and goats. Nothing seemed--odd or out of context. She wondered about the kids, James--Nolan-KIFF-and Carrie. Popping her neck again she took some precautionary steps along the fence, pausing at the mailbox.\par \tab Suddenly there was a scream.\par \tab A child-like scream.\par \tab Mandy suddenly felt that overwhelming sweep enveloping her, drawing her. At first she resisted but then felt almost compelled and let herself \ldblquote go\rdblquote .\par \tab Mandy saw herself traveling, fast--quickly. She wasn\rquote t moving on her own but being drawn at an amazing rate of speed; she couldn\rquote t see left or right of her--the scene left and right was blurred, or run together like runny paint. Only straight ahead. The house came rushing at her and suddenly she was inside.\par \tab She couldn\rquote t explain it--and she wasn\rquote t sure that she wanted to.\par \tab She could turn and look at the various rooms; but still could only see straight ahead of her. There was a messy living room, cluttered and ill-kept up. It was drab and virtually lifeless. The kitchen was in need of attention, too. There was a small hallway and some rooms left and right.\par \tab Then there was another \ldblquote scream.\rdblquote\par \tab Made felt pulled/pushed/drawn to its source.\par \tab Violently a man busted out of a room (bed) hustling a young girl into the hallway, smacking her up against a clapboard paneled wall. She wore a short dingy flowery dress, short dark hair, and all of only about ten. The man was wiry, pissed off, ragged hair and a wild look in his pissed off face. Violently he pinned the girl against the wall and wailed on her with his hand, screaming at her in a slur of profane abuse.\par \tab It was dark in the hallway, no light whatsoever. It was daylight outside, just no proper lighting to shed or cast light on the terrible scene in the hall. But it got Mandy\rquote s ire just the same.\par \tab\ldblquote Leave her alone, asshole!\rdblquote Mandy said.\par \tab No, wait--she hadn\rquote t said it, she thought it, but hadn\rquote t said it. Had she? Suddenly there were others in the hall, boys. One rushed the man and the man threw the young girl to the floor, then lashed out at the attacking boys.\par \tab One boy got flung up against the wall and punched HARD in the stomach, then kneed in the groin. He went down and stayed down, vomiting. Another boy tackled the man and he too was flung to the wall then pummeled relentlessly. Another boy rushed in but was no match for an adult man who was extremely pissed off.\par \tab With the boys incapacitated, the man vented his rage on the hapless girl cowering on the dirty wood floor. She was dragged by her hair into a room, a bathroom.\par \tab\ldblquote Git yer frigging fuckin\rquote ass up, bitch!\rdblquote yelled the man vehemently.\par \tab He smacked the girl around some, tossing her to the old antique bathtub. The girl cried, sobbed, choked, sputtered and clung to the tub. The man closed the door and eyed her.\par \tab It was Carrie.\par \tab It was CARRIE!\par \tab The door shut and Mandy was still in the hall.\par \tab She tried to move but couldn\rquote t.\par \tab She tried again. And again. She seemed to be \ldblquote stuck.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rdblquote Mandy griped. \par \tab One of the boys moved to a sitting position.\par \tab James!\par \tab Kiff sputtered blood and held his severely aching balls.\par \tab\ldblquote Motherfucker!\rdblquote he sputtered.\par \tab A scream came from the bathroom.\par \tab\ldblquote He\rquote s going to fucking kill \lquote er!\rdblquote cried out Nolan.\par \tab James crawled up the wall to a standing position. His face was fucked up (again), he shook his head to clear it and bashed his young ighty pound body against the closed door.\par \tab He slumped to the ground favoring his shoulder.\par \tab Again Mandy tried desperately to \ldblquote move.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Goddamn it, we gotta DO something!\rdblquote bellowed Nolan.\par \tab\ldblquote Go get help!\rdblquote said Mandy.\par \tab Another horrific scream erupted from the bathroom.\par \tab Determination finally won over and Mandy \ldblquote moved.\rdblquote\par \tab Not as much as she hoped, she was closer to the bathroom, standing somewhere in front of the slumped boy at the door. But she COULD see INTO the bathroom.\par \tab Up against the tub Carrie\rquote s dress was up--and her thin well worn panties down. The man had his belt out whipping her bare ass and thighs. Mandy screamed out, \ldblquote NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!\rdblquote\par \tab To wit the man screamed back, \ldblquote Shut the fuck up out there!\rdblquote\par \tab The girl screamed and wriggled and the man landed two more as hard as he could smacks to her bareness. Mandy tried again to get into the room, but couldn\rquote t. She screamed a horrendous batch of obscenities and at last got the man\rquote s attention. He whirled about and threw open the door. His rage was enormous; he grabbed one boy by the ear and another by the foot and dragged them into a bedroom--and promptly beat the crap out of them.\par \tab Nolan got flung onto a already thrashed bed, his jeans jerked down and the man with his belt wrapped about his hand with a few inches out for whipping, whipped the boy mercilessly.\par \tab James and Kiff rushed the man as best they could.\par \tab The man tossed them off as he would dander.\par \tab They boys were persistent, though, they rushed him repeatedly. Finally the man stopped whipping Nolan and turned his attention onto James and Kiff. Kiff got hauled up by the throat and launched thru the window. James got backhanded and then stuffed into a closet. The door was shut and locked.\par \tab Nolan had crawled under the bed.\par \tab The man didn\rquote t care, he brusquely walked out of the room and back to the bathroom. Mandy cursed herself for not trying to again get to Carrie. But for some unknown reason she couldn\rquote t, it was like she was welded to the floor.\par \tab She was able to move slightly, just enough so as she could see the horror in the bathroom. Carrie hadn\rquote t moved, she had crawled into the tub and lay in a fetal position. Her step-daddy yanked her out of the tub and thrust her across the toilet, ripping her dress off as he did so.\par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t you fucking move, bitch!\rdblquote he warned her.\par \tab He then lowered his pants and boxers.\par \tab Carrie whined, sobbed, cried--then was sodomized.\par \tab Carrie had to hold her own cheeks open as her new daddy crammed his manhood into her. The girl screamed and then couldn\rquote t scream no more. The man rammed all of his cock into the child\rquote s asshole and began fucking her therein.\par \tab Mandy was pissed--she screamed at the man but it did no good.\par \tab Suddenly, the bathroom door flung open--it hadn\rquote t been locked the second go.\par \tab\ldblquote Get the fuck away from her!\rdblquote came a stern firm voice.\par \tab James.\page\tab The man chuckled, \ldblquote Why you fucking little puissant!\rdblquote he turned his head back over his shoulder and fixed his eyes on the boy.\par \tab Then on the double barreled shotgun in his trembling hands.\par \tab\ldblquote Now-now,\rdblquote the man stammered some. He had stopped sodomizing Carrie, \ldblquote now you hold on just a--\rdblquote\par \tab BLAM!\par \tab The shotgun blast jolted even Mandy!\par \tab The man received the first blast to his shoulder and face. Up at such close range the man was whirled about and collided with the sink. He clung to it. \ldblquote You sorry piece of--\rdblquote he bellowed in angered defiance.\par \tab BLAM!\par \tab The second barrel opened up, striking the man square in the chest.\par \par \tab Harold Demar slumped to the floor in a bloody meaty mess. James clicked the trigger once more. But it was only a double barrel, not triple. Seethed up anger filled the boy wholly. His eyes were fixed on the man, he definitely wanted him dead. \par \tab Nolan and Kiff stumbled up into the room.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit, dude!\rdblquote uttered Kiff.\par \tab\ldblquote Get her outta here!\rdblquote James said somehow managing to keep his voice together.\par \tab\ldblquote We gots to get the fuck outta here, too!\rdblquote\par \tab Plain white trash people in a backwoods atmosphere, circa 1950s, a new daddy making life hell for a young white trash girl. The boys grabbed the naked girl and hustled her out the broken bedroom window--just as the front door of the house was slammed open and men folk came barging in to find Harold Demar fucked up beyond repair--and very-very dead.\par \par Interesting Case of Psychosis You\rquote ve Got There\'85\par \tab It loomed up on her quickly; the air stunk horribly with the putrid odor of sulfur. She gagged and her eyes watered so she couldn\rquote t see clearly. She could hear and smell and \ldblquote feel\rdblquote , though. She could hear a great rumbling roar quickly consuming her. The very air about her imbued with jillions of horrendous funk. It was overpowering and made her uncontrollably retch (if not gag.)\par \tab And she could feel. She could feel the very ground and air about her trembling with outrageous vibrations. There, too, was the overwhelming presence of something wickedly evil. \page\tab The stench alone was overpowering, but the unbelievable presence of something wickedly evil was more so. More so. The rumbling eruption was equally devastating. She was screaming--or so she thought, she wasn\rquote t sure. She felt as if she were screaming, but she couldn\rquote t hear herself.\par \tab There were voices again, strange voices but almost familiar. Almost. \par \tab Kind voices at first, overshadowed then by a more sinister voice, a single voice. Mandy suddenly see all around her a forest, a forest afire! T blazed hot and there were peoples! People on fire running amok screaming, falling down and turning to a black dust that ran deep blood red that formed an ooze of hideous sickly yellow and then a charred vile blackness.\par \tab Mandy screamed more, she felt her throat and chest singing with the intensity of the heat. \ldblquote Son-of-a-fucking bitch, somebody help me!\rdblquote\par \tab She fell to her knees, the heat, the stench, the horror of it all consuming her. But something was even more alarming. She noted the cold steel train track. A new fear consumed her. \ldblquote Oh my God!\rdblquote she said aloud--or to herself. She choked and felt violently ill.\par \tab Turning her head just so there was the train.\par \tab\lquote How the fuck did I get back here!?\rquote she bitched.\par \tab Leaning out of the cab again was the Engineer. The same sickly grotesque skull, grinning stupidly (if not sadistically) at her. The massive mighty train rumbled slowly-slowly very slowly passed her, grumbling to a stop. The steam venting from it swept over her and temporarily blinded her and blocked the view of the cast iron hulk.\par \tab The steam dissipated and Mandy looked up. There was the steel steps to the cab\rquote s interior. On the top step stood the Creature, the Devil she presumed. HE clung to a rail and leaned down, long sickly yellow extra length arms with tremendously HUGE hands that ended with extra long fingers curved into claws reached out for her.\\\par \tab Not in as for a \ldblquote grab\rdblquote , per se, but as in an \ldblquote offering\rdblquote , an extending a hand up.\par \tab Mandy reared back, the hand/arm came within bare inches of reaching/touching her. \ldblquote Get the fuck away from me!\rdblquote Mandy called out.\par \tab The Devil smiled, as if a Skull could, it nodded its head, the mouth opened and a black cloud spilled out. The cloud drifted about and Mandy was once more consumed by the train\rquote s steam. Only momentary, the steam cloud vanished listlessly and the black cloud from the Devil lingered just above her. From out of it wafted down a piece of paper.\par \tab A ticket.\par \tab Like a concert ticket.\par \tab It fell into Mandy\rquote s hand.\par \tab Her eyes could barely leave the horrible face of the Devil. But at length she did. In her hand was a dingy yellow 3x3 square ticket with fancy lettering. None of which she could read. Black letters, red letters. Slowly, though, very slowly, the letters began to form into words Mandy COULD read--and wished that she could not have.\par \tab \tab\tab This Ticket Entitles the Bearer Mandy Kaseman to a \par \tab\tab\tab One Way Trip to an Enchanted Land\par \tab\tab\tab Present Ticket to Engineer for Acceptance\par \tab\tab\tab No Refunds or Return Trip\par \tab\tab\tab Ticket Price One Mandy Kaseman Soul\par \tab\tab\tab Coach Seating Only\par \tab\tab\tab Duration of Stay Forever\par \par \tab Mandy felt intensely ill. She retched and felt dual emotions--sadness most of all. She regretted briefly her past indiscretions. She regretted her involvement with the molesting of the young ones in her care. She regretted hating Kristy and other girls. She regretted not being a better person.\par \tab She looked up to the hellish dark eyes of the lingering leaning Creature Engineer. It nodded to her, almost bowing and cocking its head in a feeble gesture of polite mannerisms. It\rquote s elongated hand turned palm up. No \ldblquote meat\rdblquote on the whole of the extended arm, just sickly yellow bones fraught with gray and black spider webs.\par \tab The fingers stretched out trembling like.\par \tab The great massive locomotive continued to chuff while idling, waiting. Repugnant black smoke puffed out of its single smoke stack soiling the air and blotting out the day.\par \tab The hand began to close, then opened again.\par \tab It was waiting for something.\par \tab Mandy looked down to the ticket laying in her hands.\par \tab\lquote Bullshit.\rquote she said to herself. \par \tab\ldblquote BULLSHIT!\rdblquote she said a lot, \ldblquote Fuck you and your train, too!\rdblquote\par \tab The Devil Engineer took on a sinister appearance. It snarled, as if a skull could snarl. The Devil reared back and then leaned down quick, opening its maw and casting out another horrendous billowing black ash smoke cloud.\par \tab It covered Mandy. She reeled and fell backwards.\page\tab The ground beneath her was hot. Hellishly hot. She was singed and saw strange sickly bloody red tendrils like vines bursting out of the ground securing her. The tendrils were thin and were so blood red they were near black in color. Sinewy they bound her tight immobilizing her.\par \tab Slowly-slowly very slowly the Devil Engineer descended the steps of the train. He wore the typical train engineer\rquote s cap and even bib overalls. He was just exceedingly fucking tall. Thin and wiry, too. Limber, hunched back, and no skin.\par \tab Muscles, though, as it approached Mandy saw what appeared to be something like muscles forming on the creature, blood red like the tendrils holding her. A wicked-wicked tongue flicked out of the Creature\rquote s mouth. Fangs dripped sickly yellow ooze. \par \tab The Creature came to stand gawkingly at her feet. It cocked its head, flicked its tongue, then shed its clothing.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh nooooooooo!\rdblquote cried Mandy. She gulped but was choked by the putridness of the unpleasant air. She couldn\rquote t breathe, she couldn\rquote t think. She wailed, though. She tried ripping herself out of the dire predicament she was in but was very well held fast by the vine-like tendrils.\par \tab The Engineer stood almost upright. Along its shoulder were jagged bones, bumps and holes lined its limbs, and in some of the holes wriggled something like long spiny worms.\par \tab Slowly down to its knees the Devil went, its hollow blank eyes set on Mandy\rquote s face--until it was finally DOWN to its knees. It then set its gaze upon Mandy\rquote s body--specifically her poon pie.\par \tab She didn\rquote t know when she had become \ldblquote undressed\rdblquote , but she was.\par \tab The Devil leaned down and its huge cow-like tongue worked her vagina. It was a rough tongue, much like a cat\rquote s tongue and the doings of the Creature to her was not kind or pleasant or anything of the such.\par \tab Mandy could fee the devilish tongue working into her. It was huge, humongous, and strong. It felt like there were barbs on the tongue, they were ripping the inner lining of her pussy to shreds. There was nothing that she could do but endure.\par \tab The endurance would take on a new level for the young teen. The Devil Engineer suddenly finished its cunnilingus and sat up. It leered at Mandy. \ldblquote I have been waiting for you, Mandy Kaseman.\rdblquote \par \tab Mandy clenched at the tempered ground. The Creature came up between her pulled apart and held fast legs. Mandy could just move her head some, allowing her to see the Devil\rquote s schlong.\page\tab\ldblquote Oh fuck no, you\rquote re not putting that thing in me!\rdblquote she cried out in weak defiance.\par \tab The Devil laughed a monstrously almost melodic evil laugh.\par \tab The cock of the Devil was long, horse length, 18 inches or so. It was hideous to behold, sickly green with worm-like tendrils at the base. No pubic hair. A huge mammoth set of testicles. The cock was enormously huge with cock head. The Devil grinned and pressed the massive crown to the girl\rquote s entrance.\par \tab No penetration--not yet. The Creature moved the phallic up and down the crevice--seemingly teasingly in manner, gently poking the bulbous tip into the girl\rquote s cunny--then back out again to glide up and down.\par \tab Then it was going in.\par \tab Mandy\rquote s eyes rolled to the back of her head as the pain inflicted was beyond comparison. She tried to scream but couldn\rquote t. she felt the very fiber of her being being torn apart, shredded.\par \tab The Devil made penetration, part way--pulled out and slapped the giant cock onto the girl\rquote s belly. It then grabbed her at her ankles and wrenched them up--ripping the tendril vines that had been holding her. Then, using its cock, spanked her.\par \tab With a crocked bony finger Mandy\rquote s asshole, too, was violently penetrated. \par \par Rude Awakening\par \par \tab How long it lasted (the sexual violations) Mandy didn\rquote t know. She lay in a heap, though, choking and heaving uncontrollably. All about her were lost souls screaming in agony, withering to a gruesome pile of festering pus. Tendril-like vines snaked out from the pile of a once human to seep into the ground and be gone.\par \tab Straddling her stood the Devil Engineer. His massive fuck pole touching her between her breasts. Mandy couldn\rquote t remember if the Creature had raped her fully or what. Her mind was kinda jumbled.\par \tab The Creature DID begin dancing his penis on her breasts, then against the sides of her face. She managed to keep her mouth closed--which only infuriated the Engineer.\par \tab It gloated a moment and then stood--a sound like breaking bones or something similar could be heard. The great demon stood sneering and stood some eight-to-ten feet tall. Its schlong dangled down but no longer rested on Mandy\rquote s body, hovered some four feet above.\page\tab The Devil shook his massive dong, stroked it at the base and spread his stance a little wider. Mandy didn\rquote t know what was up. She waited. Her asshole seriously-seriously hurt. Her pussy stung with pain. The ground beneath her seared her naked flesh.\par \tab Suddenly a torrent of searing hot liquid spewed out of the massive schlong. It coated Mandy\rquote s body and the Devil began to laugh boisterously. Mandy tried rolling but to no avail. The urine lathered her and tingled like acid. More of the devilish piss splashed on her and she began to choke.\par \tab The horrible cock head came into her mouth and a gusher of pee nearly drowned her. Mandy choked and sputtered, she shook violently and then WAS shaken. She could no longer see. All of her senses were gone, taking her mind with them.\par \par ****\par \par \tab\ldblquote Watch out, dude, I think she\rquote s gonna hurl!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Roll her on her side.\rdblquote\par \tab The retching came, there was a terrible-terrible headache, a searing-searing pain in the back of her head--it felt as if it were inside as well as out. She was dizzy, extremely disorientated. Every fiber, every one, in her being was ablaze with pain and much anguish.\par \tab Not seconds, moments, or minutes were needed before some semblance of calm and normalcy return--an hour. An hour and a half specifically. (or something close like that--time was actually meaningless, just go with it.)\par \tab A burning sensation was still in her throat. She couldn\rquote t speak.\par \tab Blinking her eyes hurt, too. There was light. A diffused light, pale but bright just the same filled her eyes. Then there was something shielding her eyes from the brightness.\par \tab\ldblquote Are you okay?\rdblquote spoke a voice.\par \tab Mandy couldn\rquote t quite make it out. It seemed familiar, but she wasn\rquote t sure. The effects of her torment still filled her, seethed within. She choked and retched some more. She WAS rolled over onto her side and a flood of puke spilled out of her mouth.\par \tab\ldblquote God Almighty damn!\rdblquote said someone.\par \tab\ldblquote That\rquote s fucking gross!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Give her some water, dumbass.\rdblquote\page\tab And water DID come to her. She drank some and washed out her mouth some. More water came to wash her face. She did begin to feel better. It would take a deal more time before she was back to herself.\par \par \tab Her asshole, throat, and definitely her head still hurt and ached--but she was better. That was so long as she was laying still. Moving infuriated her system, every fiber--every one, burned. Her fingers and toes hurt the most. Then her teeth, teeth and tongue!\par \tab It took a great deal of effort to sit up, finally she did, with help.\par \tab It was Nolan. His hair nearly concealed his face on one side, but he was cute/handsome and cheerfully/friendly just the same. James was on the other side of her. Walking up from some bushes came Nolan and Carrie. They carried wood and a pail of water.\par \tab Mandy choked and sputtered. Acrid stuff came to her nose and tickled her--but not in a good way. Getting her breath took a little doing, getting her bearings took more.\par \tab Looking around slowly-slowly very slowly Mandy saw sparse woods, cedars mostly. Bushes aplenty, shrubs and giant boulders. It was near dusk, a slight chill in the air.\par \tab She tried to speak but found that not quite possible.\par \tab James offered her a tin cup of water.\par \tab\ldblquote Hi, are-are you feeling better?\rdblquote\par \tab Mandy blinked her eyes several times, felt the need to pee, or possibly fart--or poop. Her eyelids hurt, too. She wanted to speak, to ask questions--but the ability seemed to be lost to her. She accepted the water and it was good.\par \tab It helped. It also stung and was extremely chilling going down.\par \tab\ldblquote Uhm, I-I\rquote m James.\rdblquote the boy said. He introduced the others. The light of day grew darker, Carrie squatted to one side of the fire, legs kinda open revealing the fact that she wore no panties. The need to pee and or poop/fart continued to press on Mandy.\par \tab\ldblquote You had a big fall.\rdblquote said Nolan.\par \tab\ldblquote Yeah, we saw you come down that hill.\rdblquote\par \tab\lquote What hill? What fall?\rquote\par \tab\ldblquote You don\rquote t remember, do you?\rdblquote asked Kiff.\par \tab Mandy shook her head, an indication that she DID understand them, she just couldn\rquote t communicate with them.\page\tab A crack of thunder frightened the bejesus out of them all. Mostly Mandy--who had visions of a terrible-terrible place she had just recently been. The others rolled their eyes, \ldblquote Great!\rdblquote \ldblquote Terrific!\rdblquote \ldblquote Perfect!\rdblquote the boys drawled dryly. \ldblquote Just what we need.\rdblquote added Nolan.\par \tab\ldblquote Man, we\rquote re right out in the open. Shit!\rdblquote James bitched.\par \tab\ldblquote I think I saw a cave back by the creek.\rdblquote Carrie piped up.\par \tab\ldblquote Let\rquote s go.\rdblquote said James.\par \tab Mandy needed some help; standing and walking she was not quite capable of handling on her own. The boys helped her, James and Kiff, Nolan and Carrie went ahead and they just barely made the boulder-cave before a sudden downpour from the Heavens.\par \tab No one spoke for a while.\par \tab\ldblquote Going to try for a fire again?\rdblquote someone asked.\par \tab Nolan tried, but not with much success.\par \par \tab It rained. It rained and rained and then poured.\par \tab\ldblquote This kinda sucks.\rdblquote said Kiff. Mandy awoke in the early dawn, stiff and sore all over. Her mind--her mind was fraught with tremendous confusion. It sounded like a deafening roar erupting continuously in her ears. Her vision was a little blurred and she still lacked the ability to speak.\par \tab The chill of the morning rain kinda helped. One by one the kids woke up, yawning, picking a nose nugget, and farting. None were too pleased with their current situation. They were hungry, thirsty, ill-prepared for adventure in the great outdoors. It basically sucked wind. Basically.\par \tab An hour, two hours, three--Mandy felt mixed feelings in concerns about her body. Moving her head was the worst. Sticking it out into the cold downpour helped. But she feared other problems would result.\par \tab\ldblquote We cant stay here.\rdblquote she finally managed to say after another hour or so had elapsed.\par \tab The kids knew this, too.\par \tab She didn\rquote t wonder (or care) about how it was that she was being able to interact with them--she was just kinda glad that she was. That being alone crap was crap!\par \par \tab Sometime in the hour after noon the rain let up. It left the woods really-really wet. It was cool and cold. The matches the boys had were useless. No food, no water, no proper clothes for the environment. \page\tab Nolan made a tag in a tree limb by the cave-boulder--this as the gang gathered themselves and began to leave. \ldblquote Just in case.\rdblquote he said with a shrug. Mandy nodded, her brief stint in the girl scouts told her it was a good idea. Kiff and James flanked her to support her as she was still very unsure of herself in the manner of walking.\par \tab Surprisingly considering the conditions, themselves, the conditions, they managed to travel pretty far. They came to a gully and traveled down its concourse--pausing every now and then as they did so.\par \tab Mandy finally shared her name. The kids were all very curious about WHERE she came from. Mandy was equally curious about them, where they were and all that.\par \tab There was much that was unsaid. There were options. Mandy didn\rquote t know WHAT the fuck was going on, or where she was. None of it made any sense. None whatsoever. She lightly hazarded the thought of trying to find some sort of help; if not for herself at least the kids.\par \tab It was then Nolan spoke up from somewhere ahead. \ldblquote Hey looky what I found!\rdblquote\par \tab The group merged thru the brush to find what he had found.\par \tab Train tracks. Train tracks and a push handcart.\par \tab Mandy locked her eyes on the tracks. They were rusted. Really really rusted. It was a \ldblquote spur\rdblquote , an offshoot from the mainline. And the \ldblquote mainline\rdblquote was buried, concealed, non-functional a few feet away. But Mandy didn\rquote t care.\par \tab\ldblquote No tracks!\rdblquote she said vehemently.\par \tab The kids were okay with it and they trudged on.\par \par Homily Sweet Homily\par \tab Strangely, they walked merely a hundred yards or so, maybe two, and came upon a derelict home. It appeared abandoned. Its construct was of the same similar makeup as the other many buildings Mandy had encountered. No fences, no out buildings.\par \tab No life.\par \tab It didn\rquote t look too appealing--but then, neither did standing out in the open, wet, tired, hungry, etc., etc. Nolan eased up to the porch first, peering in thru the grimy stained windows. A screen door barely hung on its very rusted hinges. Slowly-slowly very slowly the boy boy-handled the screen door open and stepped into the inside.\page\tab A large room presumably the living room. It was thrashed. Broken old-old furniture long beyond usefulness. There was, however, a fireplace. Nolan and James set about trying for creating a fire within it.\par \tab Mandy managed with Kiff and Carrie.\par \tab There was a kitchen and a backdoor with a small porch/deck.\par \tab A hallway that was really cluttered with furniture and unknown type crap. A bathroom, a bedroom, a locked door, an open closet, and another bedroom.\par \tab The kids entered into the kitchen. It was the least \ldblquote cluttered\rdblquote room in the house! It had a pot bellied stove, lots of storage, no refrigerator. In a pantry there were food stuffs in sealed tins, cans, and wooden boxes. Food! Crackers! Jars of fruit! The juices of the jars of fruit were welcome, too.\par \tab It was a beginning.\par \par \tab With a blazing fire, canned peaches with their juice, life was good.\par \tab The gang settled down for a long needful rest.\par \tab Thru the night their were occasional trips to the backdoor to \ldblquote commune\rdblquote with nature. The hall bathroom was dysfunctional, it had a toilet for sure, and a tub--but neither had the needful \ldblquote water supply.\rdblquote\par \tab In the morning Mandy noted a bucket. She had to note another bucket as the first wouldn\rquote t hold water. A galvanized pail actually it was. Nolan had found a creek of water and the bucket served as necessary water for cleaning their bodies. Mandy slowly returned to some sort of being normal.\par \tab A day was needed in cleaning the bathroom.\par \tab The boys scoured the outer areas of the house, then cleaned up the living room of its debris--mostly the broken furniture would serve a sacrificial means.\par \tab Nothing out of the ordinary, polite light conversations and general small talk. Mandy DID note when the boys took a piss break, they DID fondle themselves during and after. It was a beginning. Mandy felt herself in a yearning mood. Fresh young cock would be just the trick. And she was mildly sure that they were horny for her. They were kind and caring and not overly sexed up to jump her bones.\par \tab On a dreary raining late evening the group came to snuggle under some old ratty thin blankets. A grate had been created by the boys to place in the opening of the open fireplace hearth--to keep the popping wood from jumping out and setting someone and everything on fire.\page\tab Previously in the day the pail of water had been heated and poured into the freshly scrubbed clean bathtub. This allowed for bathing. None of the others seemed too enthused, part of that was just being typical kids. \par \tab When the water was just right, Mandy made no bones about it, she stripped off her clothes and wished for new ones, but would make do with the grubby ones. It was just the thought of a nice clean body getting back into dirty clothes. She would deal with it later.\par \tab Carrie and Nolan were present. Carrie handed the naked Mandy a cruddy bar of soap, Nolan had scrapped most of the outer crude off it and it was suitable for doing a mild job of cleaning body grime.\par \tab He shyly and timidly and modestly averted his eyes from Mandy teenage naked body. Mandy thought he was cute. Carrie eyed Mandy, too; she was bigger, older--her \ldblquote parts\rdblquote were more defined. Mandy smiled at her then slipped/eased into the bath.\par \tab Carrie stayed for a moment or two, maybe three. She then scurried out. Mandy lingered in the bath and felt somewhat human. She forced her mind to block off all that had previously happened to her. She did not want to dwell on it, in no way no how. She didn\rquote t want to think of how it was she was interacting with the kids. Was this still a part of her psychosis? Another facet to whatever was initially happening to her? Was this all still in her head?\par \tab Quickly she shook her head to clear. She wasn\rquote t going to have it, she dunked herself under the water and continued with her bath.\par \par \tab There was a water change, more hot water. But not until a slightly disgruntled Mandy dunked her clothes into the soapy bathwater. It wasn\rquote t as good as a washing machine could/would do, but close counts. She asked for and received a blanket from the from the front room. She had asked James who she had found lingering in the hall after bringing a fresh pail of hot water. Carrie brought the blanket, though. She was giggling and smiling.\par \tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote Mandy asked for clarity.\par \tab\ldblquote You\rquote ve given the boys all woodys.\rdblquote \par \tab Mandy shook her head, \ldblquote Boys!\rdblquote\par \tab Carrie giggled and smiled.\page ****\par \par \tab At the fireplace she snuggled to herself. Outside it had come a new rain. Mandy had expected the rain to come thru the roof and ceiling, if not the very walls. Strangely, though, the interior of the ramshackled shack remained dry--and warm.\par \tab One by one the kids took their baths--on their own. Mandy noted that Nolan and Kiff were absent together. Carrie took one, too, and during so James was so noted as not present. He WAS seen carting pails of water to and from the fireplace--on one occasion Mandy observed that the lad was \ldblquote wet\rdblquote and just in his dirty jeans.\par \tab Once everyone was stinky free there was the snuggling under the so-so blankets. Silence came to them, it had been a long-long day. Gathering wood, affixing an iron grate to the fireplace, fetching water, scrubbing this and that and so on.\par \tab Mandy was naked. She hadn\rquote t any spare clothes to put back on, her own clothes mostly clean were drying on the brick foot of fireplace. So were James\rquote , Nolan\rquote s, Kiff\rquote s, and Carrie\rquote s. it meant everyone was naked under the covers.\par \tab\ldblquote Yer giving the boys woodys!\rdblquote Carrie had giggly said.\par \tab Lightly Mandy frigged herself. An image began to form in her mind, a sense of evil began to creep forth. \lquote NO!\rquote she almost shouted aloud. \lquote Fuck off--and die!\rquote She snuggled against James. After a moment or so, so moved her blanket a bit conveyed to James silently that they should share blankies.\par \tab James got the drift and pressed his naked skin against hers.\par \tab They sat propped up against a defunct sofa frame staring into the flickering hypnotic flames. After a time Mandy noticed something happening by out the corner of her eye. There was a heap of blankets that was moving. Since James was up against her, and Kiff was on the other side of her (but not close), Nolan and Carrie were doing it.\par \tab James and Kiff were watching. There were subtle movements from Kiff, he was jerking off. James was possibly fearful as he didn\rquote t want to do the nasty with Mandy right there against him.\par \tab So Mandy began brushing her hand against his cool naked flesh.\par \tab James tensed up, grew a little flush, blinked his eyes excessively, sweated some, and a jillion tiny little goosebumps appeared on his near lily white skin.\page\tab Mandy continued. Pressing the back of her hand up and down his thigh, left hip and then slinking her hand to his stomach. James gulped and put his legs down, they had been bent with his arms wrapped about them.\par \tab Mandy easily found his cock. It was soft, hard--but soft to the touch.\par \tab Lightly-gingerly she squeezed it and worked it.\par \tab James let out a pleasing moan of ultimate satisfaction.\par \tab Mandy clutched at his hairless testicles. He was a good lad of eleven, and virtually hairless. He automatically parted his legs and Mandy stepped up her progress of masturbating him.\par \tab Mandy smiled to herself, then leaned back some and snaked her hand to Kiff. Kiff made a bemused face, gulped, got sweaty, mouth fell open--but was receptive just the same. He immediately parted his legs wide and Mandy took full control of his wang.\par \tab The heads of Nolan and Carrie could be seen; Carrie on her back. Both were watching the \ldblquote other\rdblquote antics going on. Carrie grinned. Her hair was long and loose and hung about sticking to her sweaty face. Nolan had a look of all seriousness. Slowly he returned to what he was initially doing before being distracted.\par \tab James was close to cumming. His hips moved as if he was actually fucking something--other than Mandy\rquote s hand. Mandy tugged at him, pulling and guiding him to her. The boy got between her legs. The blanket still covered him and Mandy--he looked down and could see Mandy\rquote s teenage tits. He stared. He stared and got harder. Bits of cum began jutting prematurely from his young pud. \par \tab Mandy caressed his barely hairy balls, then his shaft. Her own cunny was searing with enthusiasm for a good boy fuck. She closed her eyes and quivered. \page\tab With her hands lightly on the boy\rquote s soft smooth supple ass, there was penetration. Mandy was sure the boy was doing Carrie, too. But Mandy wasn\rquote t Carrie, Carrie was about eleven. Mandy was fourteen. Not much really in differences, just some maturity.\par \tab Mandy\rquote s eyes rolled and temporarily she was not in control of her self. James eased in and snuggled against the teen girl. Mandy scooted down some to ease their positioning but she was still propped up some.\par \tab It was short. James had already been right at the brink of cumming off. He emptied major wads of boy splooge into Mandy\rquote s cunt. He quivered and was not himself for several moments afterward.\par \tab Mandy caressed his ass and continued working his hips back and forth--keeping the sensations in her cunny alive a little longer. She felt cum pooling beneath her as their sex juices mingled.\par \tab Beside her Kiff was in full action of jerking off.\par \tab James pulled out, a huge strand of cum shot out of his pecker and up Mandy\rquote s belly. More cum jutted out of his penis and totally drained the boy. Mandy frigged her cunny, tossed the blanket off of them as it was no longer required.\par \tab James continued stroking his schlong, it remained partially stiff. Mandy eyed it and desired to suck him. She wanted to taste his prick, his balls, kiss on his ass flesh. She drew the line at rim jobbing, but wouldn\rquote t mind having it done to her.\par \tab Kiff\rquote s actions of playing with himself dramatically so caused his own blanket to fall and reveal himself. There was no longer the need for the charade of modesty. Nolan sat up from his doinking of Carrie, he stared and watched wide eyed as Kiff was drawn into the middle of Mandy\rquote s legs. She looked him up and down as a tasty dish, licking her lips as if he were some sort of chocolaty dessert.\par \tab She nipped her own nipples, squeezed her breasts and then brought Kiff to a standing position before her. He came before her on numb trembling legs. All the others watched in awesome awe.\par \tab Mandy ran her hand up and down the boy\rquote s legs, fondled his ass and admired his dick stiff and hard before her. She leaned her head in and gently briefly brushed her lips against the super sensitive head.\par \tab Kiff stopped breathing. One hand went to his hips, the other the base of his cock to massage it in an instinctive manner of sexual self pleasuring. Mandy put her lips about the boy\rquote s penis, running her tongue all about the equally super sensitive crown. Kiff clenched up on his toes. Mandy eyed his total nudity. Young boys were the best!\par ****\par \par \tab Carrie\rquote s legs were up, locked back by the knees by James\rquote arms. Mandy rested her hand on the boy\rquote s ass while he fucked Carrie. She enjoyed watching the boy\rquote s cock sliding in and out of the girl\rquote s quim. Between her own legs pumping slowly was Nolan.\par \tab And at length Kiff came to straddle Mandy\rquote s body--she lay propped up against the sofa frame, she took his young dangly member and engulfed it. Kiff was beside himself as he was handled, fondled, and sucked. The sensation was indescribable. (and Mandy was good!)\par \tab Firelight flickered in the fireplace, rain poured in buckets outside, boy cum drenched down the throats of Mandy and Carrie. Carrie wasn\rquote t much of a \ldblquote cocksucker\rdblquote per se, but she was \ldblquote schooled\rdblquote in the manner of which to perform the ultimate pleasure all boys (men) sought. And in turn, the boys were schooled in the lovely manner of eating a girl\rquote s pussy out.\par \tab The boys were kinda sheepish about the deed, but did it anyways.\par \tab It was a long-long night. \par \par \tab Sex-sex-sex. There WAS more to life than sex; like keeping dry, warm, and fed. Sex was an after-thought--er, an afterward. The initial sex-capade had already occurred. And it was good, thereafter it was an occasional thing to do--like after dinner dessert!\par \tab When the weather was not so kind and it was drab and dreary, wrapping up in blankets was the thing. Occasionally the weather let up and the gang could go about willy-nilly with their ah-natural! So to speak.\par \tab When the mood presented them they fucked.\par \tab Fucked and sucked.\par \tab Sucked and fucked.\par \tab Mandy definitely got her fill--and then some. The desire was strong and extremely lustful. And it was near constant! There were pesky things that got in the way to do--keeping the fire, keeping warm, keeping clean, and keeping fed. After that--FUCK ME!\par \tab All three boys were capable of orgasm and the accompanying cumming. Lightly Mandy feared getting pregnant. Carrie, too, was old enough to get knocked up. That wouldn\rquote t be good. No, not good at all. But still they persisted. Mandy at one time took on all three boys at once! One hammering away in her pussy, Nolan in pumping furiously in her ass, and James striving to cum a gallon in her mouth!\page\tab Life was good. Damn good. It was almost ritualistic, going thru the paces of daily life alone. There was the concern about the food, though. It wasn\rquote t going to last them all that long. Time was actually meaningless, but Mandy guesstimated about 4 days before the weather cleared enough to allow more outdoorsy type traipsing about.\par \tab She still continued to keep those pesky thoughts of what had happened to her in the past buried and out of the way. She did not wish to dwell on them--in any way. (they would detract from her the manner of which she was enjoying!)\par \par \tab There was the creek, the great circle of boulders, and the sparse woods of pines and cedars, elders and elms, bitch or other assorted trees that made up the forest. It was still damp from the days of previous rain. Nolan and James had went off in search of wildlife sustenance. Kiff and Carrie accompanied Mandy on a vegetable search.\par \tab There was light talk of possibly making tracks to their little rinky-dink home town--and making raids to the grocery store. Mandy, too, thought it a keen possibility. But it would have to be at night and she wanted to know the layout of the town.\par \tab She knew Carrie was to her right, peeing. Kiff had to do a Number Two and as that was too disgusting to share he scooted off to some bushes to do his personal business. Mandy wandered to the overflowing creek. They had been subsiding on \ldblquote fish\rdblquote for the last few days, inner mingling with the canned foods from the house. She longed for pancakes. Bacon, eggs, sausages, and pancakes--with apple compote or strawberries on top!\par \tab She set her eyes on a trout wriggling its way up stream when she suddenly whirled around at the sound of something. What the \ldblquote something\rdblquote was she didn\rquote t know and couldn\rquote t make it out. The woods all seemed to appear to be the same--\rquote cept for the rolling fog.\par \tab Fear gripped Mandy, right to her heart.\par \tab The fog rolled thru the woods slowly, filling them to their height, enveloping them and enshrouding them.\par \tab\ldblquote Not good--this is NOT good!\rdblquote Mandy commented as she quickly backstepped--tumbling into the creek and crawling backwards on her hands and knees.\par \tab\ldblquote Get the fuck away from me!\rdblquote she yelled.\par \tab\ldblquote Carrie! Kiff!\rdblquote she called out.\par \tab There was no answer.\page\tab There was no time to stand up even, the Fog seemed to be rolling faster and faster! Mandy scurried along like the \ldblquote crab\rdblquote exercise in PE class at school. Over rocks and logs until she tumbled down a small knoll.\par \tab She clunked her head on a log and sat up in agony.\par \tab The Fog rolled down the knoll consuming the woods, moving effortlessly as well as silently. Panic overwhelmed her and then--\par \tab\'85a horrendous horrible ghostly skull ripped itself out from the advancing cloud. Mandy had seen the skull before, the train engineer, the Devil! \par \tab The Skull of the Devil snapped its gaping maw, flung its head to and fro. Just the skull, though. Mandy could see what would serve as ooze drippings from its horrid mouth; it was all gray, though, and not quite as fantastically horrible as it had been \ldblquote the other time.\rdblquote\par \tab Mandy screamed insanely just the same.\par \tab She then passed out.\par \pard\kerning0\f1\fs20\par }