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Subject: {ASSM} *New* Stranded, Ch. 8 (mm snuff?) [fM MF mm rom snuff?]
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Chapter 8: A loss of innocence...

At a dead run we followed Sarah's screams, stopping only long enough
to gather some large dead-fall tree branches.  We were both expecting
trouble.

Jan was more than a competent runner but I was fast as well.  Still, I
didn't have to hold back to let her keep up - if anything, she
pressed me for the lead.  She seemed to have far more stamina than I,
however.  After 5 or 6 minutes I was gasping for breath while she
seemed to be breathing with relative ease.

After a few minutes of running flat out, we had to ease up as tree
roots, vines and indentations in the earth assaulted our feet while low
hanging branches and brush did the same to the rest of our bodies.  It
didn't help that neither of us knew precisely where to run.  The lush
jungle had grown wild for far too long and our recent entry into this
verdant setting was far too recent to have created any noticeable
trails.  Sarah's trek back to the camp could have gone in any of a
thousand directions - though, from the sound of her scream, I knew
she wasn't too far.

Splitting up to find her had never been considered though I would have
vetoed if it had.  Individually, the two brothers might be able to stop
us but together it would be far more difficult.  Strength in numbers
and all that.

I was just running completely out of breath when we suddenly broke
through the wall of underbrush.  I knew I couldn't go on without a
break.  Scratched and cut in a thousand places, I bent forward at the
waist with my hands clutching my legs near my knees.  Air was entering
and exiting my lungs in harsh gasps that seemed to do almost nothing
for the dull ache shooting through my chest.

After gathering a bit of breath, I looked up.  Looking around, I saw we
were in the clearing which surrounded the lake.  Denser vegetation
seemed to avoid most of this area, though the damned lust-berry bushes
grew abundantly, some of them overlooking the waters edge.  I was
somewhat amazed we hadn't heard the tell-tale sound of the water but
I realized our concern for Sarah as well as the break-neck pace of our
run and the sound of our own breath gasping in our ears probably
covered the subtle sound.

The mere thought of Sarah woke me from my exhausted stupor and I tried
to rise and push on.  Still out of breath, though, I couldn't go on
any longer.  I needed a few seconds to refresh myself.  I was just
about to grab Jan and stop her from going on without me when I realized
I didn't need to.  She was stopped dead in her tracks, unmoving, just
a few feet from me.

I looked up, panting, sweat stinging my eyes, and found myself looking
at Sarah's back not 20 feet away.  She was just standing there, no
movement, her hands clutching at her face and what appeared to be sobs
wracking her body.  I took a step, perhaps two, the only thought in my
mind to make sure she was all right, my only instinct to comfort
her...when I saw where her eyes were focused.

It was a strange sight, brownish-gray lump with flecks of red covering
it.  It lay huddled under one of the bushes that Jan and I had examined
earlier that day; one of the bushes whose fruit probably created that
liquid that ignited our lust.  I started towards it though I'm not
sure what I was thinking.  Perhaps the reddish flecks were berries or
berry juice - certainly this was not something Sarah should have been
scared of.  True, as I got closer they kind of looked like blood...

I threw up.  The brownish-gray lump was a body.  There was no doubt the
unmoving mass was no longer alive.

I don't know how long we stay like that, Sarah and Jan unmoving and
me emptying the contents of my stomach.  It could have been a moment
but it felt like a year or a decade.  I knew, whatever amount of time,
I aged 20 years in that moment.  I would never be the same.

Finally, my stomach still turning over and over, I gathered my courage
and started edging towards the body.  I didn't want to.  I didn't
want to come anywhere near it.  Heck, I was already hoping that this
was some kind of sick dream.  I knew that someone had to do it,
however, and my male machismo wouldn't let either of the women
perform this task.

As I approached it, I noticed that the body was strangely naked.  Just
beyond it, strewn haphazardly over the grass was his clothing.  A
single thread of comprehension worked through my shock-addled mind and
I realized that was the reason I had not recognized the body; I
wasn't expecting a naked corpse so my mind only saw a strange lump.
It could not associate what it was seeing with a naked body - my mind
couldn't accept it so it had rejected it.  I wished I could do the
same.

As I drew even closer, I saw a reddish liquid surrounding it.  As my
stomach threatened to crawl out of my mouth, I prayed the liquid was
something innocuous - like the lust juice the surrounding berry
bushes produced.  The thickness of the substance disproved that theory
but I clung to my prayer to placate my tortured stomach.

The body was one of the male twins.  In life I had been unable to tell
them apart.  In death, nothing had changed.  His staring eyes were
open, half buried into the soft earth with flecks of dried blood around
the corners.  Even his nose and mouth had small dried rivulets of
blood.  'Not enough to kill,' I thought dispassionately,
incomprehensible fear driving my emotions deep within my psyche, 'but
seemingly out of place'.  Strangely, he looked almost at peace -
almost happy.  His head was half-turned up to me so I could only see
part of his mouth - but it looked weirdly like he was smiling.  I
half-expected him to stand and laugh at me - some strange joke that
he and his brother had played.  Nothing alive, however, could be that
still.

He was slumped on his chest, his legs tucked underneath him.  His arms,
too, were curled under him with his hands tucked under his chin.  With
his body in that position, his ass was sticking up - and one look at
the massive amounts of caked blood surrounding that orifice explained
to me how he had died.  For some unfathomable reason, his anal cavity
had ruptured and he had bled to death.

I had never seen a fresh body before.  I had never even been near one.
I had, however, learned rudimentary first aid skills during my
enlistment in the Navy.  Perfunctorily, my hands trembling, I reached
for the carotid artery shallowly buried in his neck sure of what I must
find but needing to go through the motions anyway.  I needn't have
bothered - as I feared, there was no pulse.

As I stood, I wondered who or what could have done this.  'An animal,
maybe,' I thought to myself, 'Some kind of wild beast that we must
now learn to avoid.'  For a few moments, I clung to this theory;
half-hope and half-rationalization.  Even in my dazed condition,
however, I wasn't able to bring myself to believe it.  No animal I
had ever heard of would reach in and rip a man's colon.  No, whomever
had done this had to be human.  But who?

My thoughts immediately turned towards Sam but I knew that she was in
no condition to do this.  'Maybe she told the other girls' I
thought.  'Maybe they ganged up on him.'  I couldn't think of how
they would have been able to do this without him running away, however.
 Even if they had somehow managed this feat, there should have been
more signs of a struggle, more signs of him fighting for his life.
Instead, he almost looked like he had enjoyed his last moments.  It was
unnerving, but he looked at peace.

And where was his brother?

At that thought I began looking around, trying to make sure there was
only the one body.  To my immeasurable relief, however, no other
appeared to my eyes.  I was both comforted and perplexed; surely this
boy's brother wouldn't have abandoned him this way.  He should be
here, shouldn't he?  Unless...what if he had been dragged away?

Looking closely, though, I could still find no sign of any type of
struggle.  Nothing met my eyes that looked like another body being
dragged away or another person being pulled away.  I couldn't even
find the murder weapon...or a trail of blood showing where the weapon
and killer or killers had gone.  Maybe I had been watching too many
murder mysteries but there should have been some clue as to who had
done this - the why, I felt, was fairly self-evident.

'He was a rapist,' I heard echoing through the corners of my mind.
'He deserved to die.'

Confronted with the evidence of that verdict, I shuddered away from the
thought.  I had never been a pacifist - how could I have been,
enlisted in the Navy - but I could not bear the interminable finality
of this death.  He was only a boy.  He should not be dead.

"Is he..." Jan's voice, already a whisper, trailed off into
nothingness.  Just from the tone, I could tell she already knew the
answer but needed me to confirm it.

"He's dead," I announced, my voice sounding cold and hollow even
to my own ears.

"H-h-how?" Sarah stammered unable even to formulate a sentence.

I didn't know what to say to that.  I didn't want to tell them but
my mind couldn't manage to fabricate a convincing lie.  For a moment,
I hesitated.  I was caught between the truth and a lie - what I felt
I had to do and what I felt I should do.  In the end, my mind betrayed
me and no story would come.

"It looks like someone sodomized him with a stick," I said, my tone
matter-of-fact.  It had to be, inside I was straining not to break down
all together.  "Whoever or whatever it was must have punctured his
anal cavity and...he bled out."

Both women gasped at that, their eyes shocked and maybe a little
outraged.  I could almost see their minds working, trying to determine
who could have done such a thing.  To that question, however, I had no
answer.

"We need to get back to camp," I said decisively.  "Whoever did
this may be after the other twin - or maybe after the girls."  I
started walking towards our beach camp.

"What...what if...what if it's one of the girls?" Sarah managed,
fear tingeing her words.

"Then they'll be trying to get rid of the evidence," I muttered
grimly.  "And we'll need to catch them in the act."


I can only imagine what the three of us must have looked like - me
stalking out of the forest with Jan and Sarah following timidly behind.
 My backward glances at the two women during our short hike to camp had
shown me that they were visibly shaken.  I'm sure that the idea of
punishing Alex and Tony had crossed their minds...but not like this.

As I marched, I did a quick head count and felt a small tingle of
relief flow over me when I reached 16.  All of the girls were here,
then...but there was no sign of the remaining twin.  My relief vanished
within minutes, however.  The look on all of their faces was one of
confusion, worry and a strange kind of fear.

"What's the matter?" I called as soon as I came within speaking
distance.  Had they seen something?  Had they seen the monster that was
responsible for that poor boy's death?  Or had one of them found the
body?  Was one of them responsible?

Perhaps one or more of these girls held the answers to my questions.

"Mikey!" Jamie yelled, tears coursing down her face.  "I was so
worried...after...after..."  Her arms grabbed me tightly, her face
buried against my chest.

"After what, Jamie?" I asked, my arms reflexively clutching her
just as tightly.  I was so relieved that my sister was all right that I
momentarily forgot all about the dead teen left lying on the bank of
our lake.  The questions, however, continued to haunt me.  Had Jamie
been involved?

"Alex...Alex came running out of the woods screaming and he was
covered in blood and I thought...I thought..."

Alex?  Blood?  Had he been attacked?  If it wasn't one or more of the
girls attacking him, then what could have hurt him and killed Tony??

"Where's Alex?" I demanded, fear making my voice hard.

"He ran up to the bluff," Jamie started.  "We started going up
after him but he threw rocks at us.  He was crying and said he'd kill
us if we came any closer.  We didn't know what to do...we were so
worried about the three of you...so we came back here.  We were just
putting together a search party to go look for you guys when you came
out of the forest."

The last of her words were said to my back as she struggled to catch up
to me.  I had already turned towards the bluff and the answers to at
least some of my questions.

"Jamie, stay at the camp.  Keep everyone at the camp," I called
behind me, my voice stern.  I wanted to do this alone.  If there was
any danger, I would face it.

"How come I have to stay but Jan and Sarah get to go?" she shouted,
her voice angry.

I turned to find Jan and Sarah right on my heels.  I looked a stern
warning at them.

"No."  The word wasn't a question nor even a statement.  It was a
command.  "Stay here.  I'll tell you what I find out."

"Like hell," Sarah replied, her eyes blazing.

"Sarah...Jan...stop.  I don't want either of you to get hurt."  I
strained to push some reasonableness into my voice.

"Same here," Jan remarked.  "We don't want you to get hurt
either...so we're going."  She walked past me.

I looked a question into the heavens, wondering why God or the universe
or whatever had saddled me with such head strong women, then turned my
eyes earth-ward and confronted my sister.

"Jamie...please..." I started, my voice pleading.  I could already
see her green eyes growing as hard as stone.  "I don't have time to
explain, so please trust me.  This could be very dangerous and I
don't want to see you get hurt.  Please.  Please go back to camp."

I could see that she didn't want to...but her protest died without
ever finding voice.  "Be careful, okay?" she whispered.  I knew how
much the acquiescence cost her.  "I don't think I could stand to
lose you again."

Before I could answer she turned and ran back to camp.

I finally caught up to Jan and Sarah just as we were reaching the
summit of the bluff.  No rocks had been heaved at us but whether that
was because Alex didn't hear us coming or just didn't care I
couldn't tell.  We found him sitting at the edge of the cliff with
the water crashing far below, sobs wracking his body, his feet dangling
dangerously over the edge.

I noticed immediately the blood.  His legs were caked with it and even
some of his torso was splattered with the congealed mass.   But were
they from his wounds or his brothers?  At this point, I couldn't
tell.

"Alex," I called, my voice out of breath.  The steep climb up the
bluff had winded me coming so soon after the run this afternoon.
"Are you...okay?  Come...come away...from there...and we...can
talk."

He turned to us slowly, his eyes red with his tears and an almost
inhuman grief covering his face.  A half-hidden hope that he had not
come across his twin's body died within my breast.  The face before
me said it all.  He knew.

"Go away, cavr�n," he muttered at me through his agony.

"Alex," I said, sitting on the trail's edge as it met the top of
the bluff.  I looked at Jan and Sarah and they sat beside me.  I needed
to be very careful; the teen sitting in front of us was teetering on
the brink of insanity and I knew that my words could send him in either
direction.  I needed to be calm.  I needed to be convincing.  I needed
to save this boy.  "What happened?  Tell me what happened."

"What the fuck do you care, capit�n?" he shouted at me.  "What
does it matter anymore?  Mi hermano es muerte.  He's dead.  My
brother...my brother is dead.  I might as well be dead."

"No!" I pleaded with him.  I knew that there was no way I could
stop him from thinking about death - not after what he must have
seen.  I needed somehow to reassure him; to reaffirm his life.  I
needed to be understanding.  Supportive.  "I know how you feel.  I
lost my parents when I was young.  You're hurting inside, man.  You
feel like the world is caving in.  It isn't.  You can get through
this.  Tony would want you to get through this."

At mention of his brother, his face contorted in rage but I could see
the pain and suffering behind that mask of anger.  For the briefest of
moments, his face went slack.  When he raised his visage to me again it
had become almost calm and his eyes glittered like agates.  "Tell me
something, Mikey," he hissed over the sound of the water far below,
his use of my nick-name a sign of hostility rather than camaraderie.
"Did you kill your parents?"

I looked at him, stunned and confused.  Why would he ask that?  What
possible reason...  I felt a strange mixture of disbelief and
understanding cross my features.   With a horrible certainty, I
suddenly knew what had happened.

"No...No...I..." I stuttered.  I needed to buy myself time.  I
desperately needed to process what I had surmised.  My mind went blank
from the horror of what I now knew.

"Then you have no idea what the hell I'm feeling!" he howled at
me.  "I killed Tony...I killed my brother...I couldn't stop
it...."

"Couldn't stop what, Alex?" I questioned, still trying to buy
some time while wrapping my head around the enormity of it all.  Even
to my ears, however, my voice betrayed me and echoed the horror I was
suddenly feeling.  I tried with all my soul to convince myself that I
was wrong.  I tried desperately to convince myself that Alex could not
have killed his twin.  Maybe a bear had attacked and he couldn't keep
the bear away, I theorized.  Maybe that's why he feels responsible.
I clung to that hope, clung to that image as I faced the grieving young
man.

"Yea...yea, you would want to know, wouldn't you?" he hissed at
me.  "Gotta know everything, don't you el capit�n?  Fine...you
want to know?  You fucking want to know, you son of a whore??  I'll
tell you....I'll fucking tell you...

"Myself.  I couldn't stop myself.  After Tony and I left you, after
that punta beat us with that fucking rama, we ran down to the lake.  We
were hurting - she hit Tony between the legs so hard he could barely
walk and she hit me in the neck and head - so we stayed at the lake
to bandage ourselves.

"At first, we were gonna go back and teach you three a lesson...but
then I had the plan.  Why settle for the two old bitches when we could
have 10 or 15 tight young pussies?  They were just waiting for us to
pluck them, just waiting for us back at the camp.

"Tony was scared though...because she," he thrust his chin toward
Jan.  "Was able to ward us off...she didn't spread like she was
supposed to.  'What if it doesn't affect everyone?' Tony said.
'What if it's getting weaker?'

"That's when I had the idea.  I figured the water was diluting
it...if the juice mixed with the water wasn't strong enough we'd
just have to get them to eat the berries.  Tony, though...he was still
worried.  'What if the berries don't work?'  So we decided to
test them.  We'd have one berry each and if they didn't work we'd
come up with some other plan or maybe just teach you a lesson after
all."

By now, I could almost feel the story moving towards its inexorable
conclusion and I knew how it was going to end.  Irrationally, I wanted
to stop him from speaking.  Some part of me believed that if he
didn't say the words then they would never have actually happened.
We'd wake up and find this was all just a terrible nightmare.  With a
morbid fascination, though, I couldn't stop him...in a strange way, I
needed to hear the rest.

"So we ate one...and nothing happened.  The berries, though.  They
tasted muy bueno...delicious.  I ate more...I couldn't stop myself.
Neither could Tony.  We started picking them and eating them; half of
the ones we picked we started putting into two of the empty water
gourds.  After a few minutes, though, we started feeling funny.
Strange.  I started sweating and I got so hot...like I was on fire.  I
didn't understand; I started taking my clothes off.  My heart was
beating harder and faster, too.  I felt like I was dying.  My heart was
pounding so hard, I thought it was going to pop out of my chest.  I
looked over to Tony and he was jerking...he was having some kind of
seizure...and I thought I was going to too.  I needed to get up, to
run, to escape.

"My dick, though...as I struggled to get up I noticed that it got
harder than it ever had before and I needed...I needed.  I had to use
it.  My balls felt so full that they hurt.  I could barely stand they
hurt so bad, but I started to walk towards camp...feeling the pain
every step...knowing that I was about to die...all I could think about,
though, was fucking.  I no longer cared about dying as long as I died
fucking.  Fucking until I came...my dick was almost painful.

"I didn't take but a few steps, though...when I saw Tony.  He was
still shaking and sweat was pouring out of him.  It looked like he had
just gotten out of the shower, he was sweating so bad.  He turned to me
and said that he was dying...and I saw tears of blood coming from his
eyes and nose...and mouth.  He was still taking off his clothes trying
to get cool.  He was...he was...on his knees...his hands tugging at his
pants," Alex broke off into sobs, guilt briefly giving pause to his
tale.  "When his butt came into view...I couldn't...I didn't...it
was all I could see...I saw that...that...hole...and I needed it.  I
grabbed his hips and shoved myself home."

As Alex broke into another round of sobs, I didn't know what to say.
I could only look around me in horror...but both Jan and Sarah were as
horror-stricken as I.  None of us knew what to say or what to do.

"I grabbed his hips," Alex continued from the edge of the bluff.
His voice was worn and guilt-ridden...and we all now knew why.  We
could hide behind our made up stories and inferred truths no longer.
"I plunged all the way in on the first stroke...but the sick thing
is...I knew what I was doing.  I knew who I was doing it to...and I
wanted to do it.  I wanted to share my love with my brother...and I
couldn't stop myself.

"He started saying things to me...things like...like...that he felt
better.  He stopped shaking, too.  He said he was enjoying it that
maybe he wouldn't die after all.  He kept telling me to go deeper, to
thrust harder.  He kept telling me that I was helping him, helping the
pain to go away.  He kept saying he loved me and that this was how we
were supposed to show it.  And every word...every phrase...it seemed so
right.  It seemed like he was echoing what I was thinking.  And each
sound drove me on and I kept thrusting harder and harder...and faster
and faster...I came once...but I didn't even slow down.  I could not
slow down...I could not stop."

He was sobbing hard now, guilt-ridden sobs wracking his body in
pain-filled spasms.  "I don't know how long it was...I had come
nine or ten times I think and each was more glorious than the last.
That was when I looked down where my dick was joined to mi
hermano...and I saw all the blood.  It was...it was...everywhere.  All
over my legs.  All over my dick...I saw it coated with blood and I
wanted to cut it off...to get rid of it...but the blood...it was
everywhere."

The story broke off as he succumbed to his grief.  Sitting there,
watching his shoulders shake as sobs tore through him...I could no
longer find the strength to hate him.  I could only feel pity for this
poor teen.

"It wasn't your fault, Alex," I started but he cut me off
immediately.

"Fuck you!" he screamed.  "It was my fault.  All of it.  I found
that damned jugo de fruta and figured out what it was.  Tony and I...we
made love to each other on that juice.  We had thought many times of
giving each other pleasure...but we're Catholics and it isn't
allowed.  On that jugo though...we couldn't say no to each other.  I
came up with the idea to use it on Sarah and then on Samantha; Tony
tried to talk me out of it.  He tried to tell me it was wrong.  He
tried to tell me that Dios would punish us...but I made him go through
with it anyway.  I came up with the plans...Tony just followed along.
And Dios, He punished us.  Tony always followed me, even to the wrath
of God.  Well this time, it is I who must follow."

No more tears came from his eyes as he turned to me.  A calmness shown
through his grief as he looked at me.  I started to rise, knowing that
the moment had come and knowing I had to do something...anything...to
stop him.  "Don't eat the berries," he said to me.  Then he slid
from view.

I was not fast enough to catch him.


None of our eyes were dry as we climbed down from the bluff.

I felt guilty; I felt I had somehow failed both Alex and Tony.  Maybe
if I had just watched them or maybe if I had talked to
them...something...anything...maybe I could have avoided this.  I just
wanted to sit down and crawl into a hole and never come out.

I knew I couldn't, though.  The girls needed me.  They were counting
on me to keep them together until we could be rescued.  The weight of
their need outweigh the measure of my guilt.  The weight of their
expectations felt almost tangible as we walked back to the camp.  For
me, though, rescue no longer held the allure it once did.  No matter
how long I lived, I knew that I would see Alex and Tony's faces
staring up from the dark pit of my soul.

We barely said anything to one another on the way back.  What could we
say?  Jan, Sarah, and I were each in our own worlds trying to deal with
our grief - and, at least in my case, the guilt - in our own ways.
Walking slowly, trying desperately to either absorb or forget
everything that had happened to us in the past few days, we had made it
about half way to our beach camp when Jamie came running up to us,
screaming.  "Mikey!  Come quick!  There's something wrong with
Beth!"

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