{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fmodern\fprq1\fcharset0 Courier New;}{\f1\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} \viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\qc\kerning28\f0\fs20 August Moone\par Timing is Everything\par Chapter Five\par Little Victories\par \pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\par \tab The mommy was cute, so were the three kids in tow with her. With the departure of the rain August scooted along south out of the city and slid into reststop along the interstate. It was here he deposited his first passenger, Debra--this after a rough round of doinking, spanking, and showering her with his pee. With the Device Item 0110 he zapped her mind, obliterating (hopefully) her memories of her abduction.\par \tab It was the middle of the night, the air chilly but she would be alright. There were a few long haul truckers parked, some huge RVs so she would seek shelter from them; only remembering being abducted and sexually fulfilled over and over again.\par \tab Just before dawn at the reststop outside of Phoenix August released Carol and Amanda--after fucking them, making them clean each other\rquote s gooey spunk filled assholes, spank and pee on each other. Their minds, like Debra\rquote s before them, were wiped of August\rquote s memory--only the dire circumstances of what had happened to them remained.\par \tab He didn\rquote t go into Phoenix but took a small highway over to a larger highway and back up to I-40. By early mid-morning he was back in Flagstaff.\par \tab By noon the news of the \ldblquote passengers\rdblquote was big. The weather was easing and a commercial on the radio caught August\rquote s attention. A class reunion. A high school class reunion, celebrating it\rquote s 20 years. His high school. \par \tab August set back in his seat. Now he understood, in part; why he was back in Flagstaff. It wasn\rquote t totally clear, but he assumed that his subconscious had driven him to return to his roots. But why? Or was there the need for a reasoning?\par \tab He hadn\rquote t been in Flagstaff in years. Bad memories, good memories. A beginning, but no end. Perhaps that was it, a return to somehow \ldblquote end\rdblquote what had begun. But that only returned to his original confusion--the end of what? It wasn\rquote t like he had had a complicated life filled with many jobs, adventures. He had gone out of the country, hadn\rquote t become successful, hadn\rquote t made any mark that would be memorable. \page\tab But a notion came to him. He hadn\rquote t made his mark, that was true--however; there was always time to do so. He smiled and got a raging boner:\par \tab Leigh Anne Sally Anne Julie Kim Lee Ann Tammy Leeanne \par \tab Denise Carla Wendy Teresa Kim C Tami Lisa Mary Vicky\par Shawnra Leisha Donna Christine Trela Claudia Stephanie Brenda\par \par \tab 24 girls twenty-four wonderful girls 24 delicious teenagers\par \tab Twenty-four girls who seldom acknowledged his existence. Some did, but none held his hand, kissed him, danced with him, went out with him. None were aware of how many times he had jerked off to them, stalked them, spied on them, desired to fuck their brains out!\par \tab Course, now, though--they were all 20 years older. He was only mildly interested in them now. But, still was! Still for just plain fucking because--because he hadn\rquote t been able to bag them back then. Now with the Device--the possibility was likely that he would have each of those bitches naked, legs up, and screaming his name.\par \tab The reunion would be at the local upscale Holiday Inn; to be held in the upcoming month. August wrinkled his nostrils; \rquote A month, a whole fucking month.\rquote what was he to do until then?\par \par \tab The woman was cute, so were the three kiddies in tow with her. He firstly noticed the woman\rquote s ass, then the kiddies one-two-three, the basket of groceries, and the size of the car; a newer model subcompact. Kinda small. The woman was tall, too. And a red head, short hair, thin build, solid 32 B cup, firm tight ass in Jordace jeans.\par \tab August got a rise in his jeans\'85\par \tab The Device seemed to be working well enough, even better than expected. But he still doubted it, it had failed him in the past at inopportune times, it was somewhat unreliable. When it worked, great-fine-wonderful. Its powers and abilities were astounding and unmatched. But that lingering hangup of sudden shut-down without notice--not a good thing. \par \tab Without a schematic or a clear cut insight on the inner workings of the Device, he didn\rquote t know its power source. He had no clear cut idea just WHY the fuck it did that or any idea of how to stop it from happening. It shut down without warning, none whatsoever. It infuriated August to no end, if it didn\rquote t suddenly shut down like it did--why then his illicit doings would increase ten-fold.\page\tab Maybe that was a blessing. Maybe that was fate. Maybe that was a part of the Device\rquote s programming? Hmmmmmmm he didn\rquote t know, again, he didn\rquote t know a lot of things--but he DID know that the young red headed mother was in for a good doinking!\par \tab She did twist a bit, gyrate and put on such a confused face. Her fingers dug tightly into the carpet as August settled upon her chest. He leered at her, smiling, eyes gleaming. The young woman, mother of three, focused in on his face, but couldn\rquote t make it out no matter how she tried.\par \tab She WAS aware, though, of being undressed. Her shirt was ripped open and off. Her bra was snipped and both luscious milkers were fondled albeit roughly, the nipples tweaked and the mounds squeezed. \par \tab Monica wriggled and a naked August Moone delighted in it--although her movements were causing slight distress to his vulnerable testicles. He moved up and slapped his \ldblquote meat\rdblquote between her lovely young breasts and began a steady bout of titty fucking.\par \tab During his spree his eyes came to rest on the kiddies one-two-three. He wondered, again, at the abilities of the Device; what was its range, could it work its wondrous magic through objects (doors, windows, walls, etc.) Did elevation effect it. Just how long COULD it last on-going? How many Subjects could be \ldblquote acquired\rdblquote /\rdblquote affected\rdblquote at one time? Where there any limits in the Age of said Subjects?\par \tab So far August had nailed (mind wise) a young person as young as nine.\par \tab Now he had in his midst a little girl (the oldest) who was merely eight, another little girl at merely four years with a boy in the middle who was almost seven. All were horribly frightened, all still clothes, all had pissed themselves. As August had slung their distraught mother into his vehicle, then they themselves followed, they watched in absolute awe as their Tormentor stood and stripped off his clothes.\par \tab Their mother began making displeasing noises. August, too. He slid down the woman\rquote s body and latched onto her breasts, sucking on one and then the other, nipping the nipples and gouging her between her legs. Passion\rquote s Fire began to steadily rise within him, cumulating to the point of frantic lust whereupon he roughly ripped the woman\rquote s jeans down, emptying his mind of any rational thought.\par \tab She tried kicking. She tried thrashing, kicking, screaming--all to know avail. She could only take the assault, weep some, twist her body some--her body was his, his to command and control--well, so long as the Device Item 0110 didn\rquote t suddenly shut-the-fuck-down.\page\tab It didn\rquote t.\par \tab August pushed aside her panties and introduced her well fucked cunny to a real cock. A manly cock. A determined cock. Monica thrashed more, August had to stop his doings to make minor adjustments to the Device, increasing Mind Control. Then he was back to thrusting his determined schlong into her hot torrid pussy.\par \tab With her legs up along his washboard abs he began slamming into her. Monica\rquote s mouth opened and for a while August replaced Monica\rquote s face with those bitches from his high school. How heavily he had lusted for them, each one through all four years of high school--and beyond.\par \tab When a great load of his spunk splashed its way into the deep recesses of Monica\rquote s cunny he withdrew, massaged his severely aching organ and let the woman be, for now. Checking the Device quickly he saw that her mind was still his, but exhausted as he was--security first. The woman was binded and gagged, as were the kiddies. \par \tab He had little strength for anything else.\par \par \tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab ****\par \par \tab Strangers in the Dark\par \tab No matter how he tried the shadows still seemed to be present everywhere he looked. As he frantically made his way down this tunnel and that he scattered up the throat choking spores that made up the tunnel walls. Try as he might he couldn\rquote t settle his growing intense fear. But he tried:\par \tab\ldblquote You ain\rquote t gonna FUCK me, again!\rdblquote shouted angrily August.\par \tab Famous last words.\par \tab As he went sprawling thru a moss shrouded tunnel entrance and tried gathering himself a sinewy creature\rquote s hand reached for him and pulled him into a room.\par \tab This time, though, August wasn\rquote t going to take the assault laying down or so willing as before. He was still appalled, and still very frightened. The creatures (now numbering a dozen) encircled him. They were still all very tall, basketball player height, slender body build--although their true body was concealed by the crinkly moss-like drab gray single piece clothing they wore. He could see no feet and no neck and no other distracting features\'85\page\tab Only their bony meatless arms slinking out from their bodies accompanied by their long bony schlongs. August tightened up and tried to escape. But the creatures held him fast in the doggie-style position, ripping his military clothes off. He clenched up tight (his asshole) but the violation was going to take place regardless.\par \tab The first \ldblquote penetration\rdblquote came and August thought for sure the \ldblquote member\rdblquote was going to tear thru his bowels and up into his gut (and beyond.) There was nothing he could do but cling to the crinkly garments of the tunnel creatures.\par \tab While one pumped him from behind another one shoved his schlong into August\rquote s mouth. It was just as gamey, repulsive, riddled with pock marks and hairy moles/boils. It reeked and tasted god awful. August hurled and only made matters worse as the vomit was everywhere for his face to endure.\par \tab Endure. His ass and mouth endured the violations until each tunnel creature had ejaculated their nauseating goo into his orifices. He was then left to lay in a curled position on the stone floor. After several long minutes he began re-gathering himself--he needed to flee (and flee quickly for fear that the heinous bastards would return for another round.)\par \tab Several minutes longer were needed to relocate his booty, he wasn\rquote t going to leave without it, not this time. He had come thru far too much to go home empty fucking handed!\par \tab He guessed an hour spent traveling down various tunnels, totally lost.\par \tab Finally, though, he found a tunnel semi well illuminated with the small near microscopic life forms that emitted phosphorous light. He came stumbling out to the small subterranean cave where there was the pool of water. It was a simple dive to the bottom; then, following the stalks of seaweed up an inlet tunnel to the light and the pond\rquote s upper surface.\par \tab The water was cold, damn cold. His strength was nearly out of him, his asshole bleeding, his balls and cock severely sore and aching, a foul retchedness seething in his soul. \par \tab There was nothing to do but do it; especially when he thought he heard scuffling from behind him\'85\par \tab\par \tab His adventure was still not quiet over--there was the trek back through the maze Charlie had led him, then out to the wrecker and back home. It was a long walk, longer than he recalled from the first time. He dragged his booty behind him and trudged onward.\page\tab When entering the sheer surface canyon maze-like area he became aware of a presence. He gulped and held his ground. The sky above was a cool gray, a warm breeze wafted on listlessly therms. And there was nothing but dead silence all around.\par \tab August stared ahead, straining to hear, to sense anything, anything unusual or out of the ordinary. He had to scoff, \lquote fuck,\rquote he said to himself, \lquote EVERY fucking things been unusual!\rquote\par \tab He took a step, then another.\par \tab There were sounds of something like a tambourine. Then something like a drum, and voices. As he took another step the sounds increased, growing not just louder but closer and faster.\par \tab August\rquote s heart began to race and he was close to bolting and making a run through the canyon maze.\par \tab\ldblquote Not yet, laddy.\rdblquote spoke an all too familiar voice.\par \tab August whirled about. Charlie Dugout stood there.\par \tab He was now clothed, in a heavy wool linen robe-like outfit. He was clean shaven and looked neater, cleaner. He was smiling and had all his teeth.\par \tab\ldblquote Charlie?\rdblquote August quipped.\par \tab\ldblquote Aye, lad, it\rquote s me.\rdblquote His voice seemed clear, too.\par \tab\ldblquote What\rquote s going on?\rdblquote\par \tab Charlie changed his persona slightly, thinking--mulling. Then he spoke, \ldblquote Destiny.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Destiny?\rdblquote what the fuck was THAT supposed to mean?\par \tab\ldblquote Mine or yours?\rdblquote August shot back.\par \tab Charlie smiled and chuckled. \ldblquote Yours, laddy, yours.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote then, \ldblquote Is that good or bad.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Well, that\rquote s the crux of it, ain\rquote t it.\rdblquote it was a statement rather than a question. August stood there dumbly trying to finger it.\par \tab\ldblquote I-I don\rquote t understand, Charlie.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Well, laddy,\rdblquote Charlie breathed, \ldblquote From this point on, you fill your destiny.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote What does that mean?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote When you step out of this canyon, you\rquote ll have some choices--\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote What choices? What kind of choices?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote To follow your destiny, or make one.\rdblquote\par \tab This wasn\rquote t helping. \ldblquote You\rquote re not making sense, Charlie, help me.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote d like to, August, but I can\rquote t.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Why not?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote I\rquote ve got to go, to MY destiny.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Will I see you again?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Don\rquote t know, lad, don\rquote t know.\rdblquote then, \ldblquote Follow your destiny, lad, you make it your own, be true to yourself and you\rquote ll be fine.\rdblquote then, \ldblquote But be careful, I warn you; it ain\rquote t gonna be easy.\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote Now whattya mean?\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote The temptations are gonna be all over you like flies to manure!\rdblquote\par \tab\ldblquote What kind of temptations? What choices? What\rquote s the right--\rdblquote\par \tab They were interrupted by the ever increasing sounds of tom-toms, Indian chanting, and loud tambourines. \par \tab\ldblquote Run, boy!\rdblquote almost shouted Charlie.\par \tab August turned and ran.\par \tab\ldblquote And don\rquote t look back!\rdblquote\par \tab His shoulder clunked hard against the narrow canyon maze, the sounds of the Indian War Chants were all around him, seemingly coming right out of the canyon walls themselves! He stumbled, fell, and crashed headlong into the twisting canyon maze. \par \tab\ldblquote And don\rquote t forget about the clearing!\rdblquote Charlie had shouted out as August fled. \ldblquote Wait until it changes to what you know!\rdblquote\par \tab August came to the clearing, he was almost home.\par \tab The \ldblquote clearing\rdblquote dead center of the canyon maze, had no canyon walls on the other side but a landscape--emptying out into a lush green field of early wheat. To the right a huge crop of corn, an orchard of apples to the left. August held his ground, but the sounds of Indians on a rant trembled him so.\par \tab\ldblquote Come on, change, damn you!\rdblquote August bitched. He somewhat understood--if he stepped out into the new scenery, well--he\rquote d be in a \ldblquote new\rdblquote place that was not \ldblquote this\rdblquote place. And have to find his way back again.\par \tab Why it changed he didn\rquote t know, an Indian magic thing? Still unknown.\par \tab Suddenly the corn field disappeared as did the apple trees. They were replaced by mesas, rugged, rustic, stretching up high to the clear blue sky. He started to make his run, but noted that the lush green wheat field hadn\rquote t changed. As memory served him, the entire clearing was surrounded by sheer canyon walls of obsidion. He wasn\rquote t home yet.\par \tab Suddenly behind him he heard voices, many voices. And a thunderous amount of horses. Turning he saw them, hundreds of horses with Indians on them. Naked Indians. Yelling, chanting, screaming, and firing flaming arrows at him.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote August screamed. Panic overtook him and he bolted.\page\tab A small number of naked Indians leaped from their horses, jeering and screaming in some unknown tongue. August swallowed hard and clutched his booty bag and began running. Two huge lanky Indians ran faster, holding their naked schlongs with a strange look in their eyes. August\rquote s asshole clenched up and the thought of being buggered by an entire tribe of Indians was too much to bear. He booked\'85\par \tab The flaming arrows soared overhead igniting the wheat field. Trying to bolt left only got him so far as the slope up to the towering mesa. The Indians were already gathering and dismounting their horses, all running towards him with fire in their eyes.\par \tab\ldblquote Holy shit!\rdblquote August uttered again. He began swinging the booty bag, knocking a couple of stout Indians down. But their numbers were too many and he was pummeled to the hot baking rocky sandy earth.\par \tab Let the Sodomizing Begin!\par \par \tab As many as half a dozen BIG Indians had had their way with him, another half dozen had stuffed his mouth with their schlongs (but at least THESE schlongs weren\rquote t as disgusting as the tunnel creatures\rquote !) Two big Indians held him fast with one having a very large and very sharp knife (Bowie) at his throat.\par \tab Indians who were not fucking him in one hole or the other peed on him.\par \tab Searing pain seethed throughout August\rquote s body, mostly in his tormented asshole. The butt fucker\rquote s were not gentle in the least, they grabbed his balls and toyed with them roughly, rubbed their nakedness all over his face and pissed on it, too.\par \tab Abruptly there came a sudden change within the Sodomizers. Through his pain and anguish he saw some of the Indians simply vanishing. There was a strangeness in the air, too; he couldn\rquote t make sense of it -- but then again, he hadn\rquote t been able to make much sense of ANYTHING since this fucking adventure began!!\par \tab He soon found himself sprawled (nakedly) out on the desert floor.\par \tab It was hot, uncomfortable, and some bird was screeching high above. The sun basted his bare backside, his asshole smoldered and he was quiet ill. A tremendous headache had he, he couldn\rquote t think straight nor see straight. He lay as still as possible, listening, straining to gather any information at all before opening his eyes.\par \tab At length he did.\page\tab And found that he was virtually in the same place, but the \ldblquote scenery\rdblquote had changed. It was all flat land, rocky and sandy, parched. No towering mesas, no canyon walls, no wheat fields--and no Indians.\par \tab That last part was a plus.\par \tab He had very little strength but did manage to sit up. He was out of breath and felt almost out of life. He had no water and longed to be back in the pool again. A long sigh of despair and then he saw a shimmering before him. It was out a ways and he was curious about it. He had no strength hardly whatsoever, but looking around at the desolation he was in--it was worthy of some investigation.\par \tab The shimmer was large, about ten feet in circumference. Several hues of blue with illuminating light pulsating from within. Dead center was the brightest blue and brightest light. A light \ldblquote humming\rdblquote humming of some sort warbled as well.\par \tab August took another look around, rubbed his searing ass and stepped thru.\par \par \tab Dizziness abounded and he began to retch. He fell and clawed his way about in high disorientation. Uncontrollable retchings, heavings, etc. His mind went into a whir and a blur and he slumped to the ground once more.\par \tab Hard packed earth, and just inches below it stone. His eyes slowly allowed him to see about him. He saw towering walls, black walls, obsidion sheer surfaces. He was completely surrounded by the walls, he was in the clearing, the one he was supposed to be in.\par \tab Desperately he whirled about seeking the path leading out of the insanity. He saw that there were two paths. One was the way out, one was the way back in.\par \tab\ldblquote Oh shit.\rdblquote he had no idea. He slumped against a wall and hoped to get a grip (of himself.)\par \tab Then the chanting returned. The tom-toms, the tambourines, the galloping horses! Fear swelled within him--\rdblquote No, no, NO, not again!\rdblquote\par \tab As the first horses came straight out of the canyon walls, something grabbed August by the shoulder and dragged him. August went semi willingly and semi kicking and screaming.\par \tab The Indians charged but as soon as he was out of the \ldblquote clearing\rdblquote they seemed to have stopped. August was still dragged thru the canyon maze and deposited out into more familiar territory. He lay still for a while on the hot blazing ground. His mind, his body, his asshole, all in dire extremes of discomfort.\par \tab He needed water. Water and food. And rest. His bed. His crummy little bed in his crummy little trailer in Mr. Peter\rquote s crummy little wrecking yard. Slowly he turned his head. A searing blazing orb hung high in the sky baking him, broiling him to a hard crisp. Down below the long hill sat a truck. His truck. Mr. Peter\rquote s truck, the wrecker.\par \tab Was it his imagination?\par \tab He couldn\rquote t get his breath, he couldn\rquote t breathe, think, or draw up enough energy to get some saliva going. Something suddenly plopped down beside him stirring up the still poof dirt of the rusty hill.\par \tab August choked and saw that it was a very dingy ditty bag, a ruck sack. A military ruck sack. HIS sack. His booty bag. \par \tab He blinked his eyes, wrinkled his nose and somehow found enough reserve energy to push himself up and look at the bag. Timidly he put his hand out and felt of the contents. There were lumps there, now if they just didn\rquote t turn into snakes!!\par \tab\ldblquote Goodbye, boy, good luck.\rdblquote\par \tab August turned quickly, nearly falling. At the entrance to the Adventure of a Lifetime stood in a glowing wool gown Charlie Dugout, 1952\rquote s MVP rookie winner. \par \tab\ldblquote Charlie.\rdblquote August managed to say. \par \pard\tab The old man waved his hand and slipped into the shadows of the canyon and August\rquote s mind forever.\kerning0\f1\par }