The sheriff gave a groan of resignation as he saw the camera crews and news hounds heading up the trail towards the farm. Now the gun battle was over his men were spread thin and there was nothing he could do to stop media disembarking and instantly setting upon any half drunk deputised good ole boy that was willing to tell them the tale. The sheriff stood over the body of one of his own law men, there only casualty officially, and it would have to stay like that. There'd been so much shooting and chaos no one seems to have noticed this cop was on the other side. Most of the weekend gun enthusiasts had concentrated all their fire on the huge ape of a man with the scary masked face, and if they had noticed the cop; well round these parts you just sort of looked the other way.
The big bellied sheriff looked over to where the young women, lost for so long were been helped into ambulances. They'd have another story to tell no doubt about the officer laying below him. But denials are for later. His men had reported back from inside the house one of his female deputies looking decidedly pale and disturbed.
"Well?" He asked tilting his Stetson to shade his eyes from the low sun. "What's down there?"
"Sheriff," one of his officers said wiping his brow and looking nervously back at his female colleague," I reckon you best look for yourself."
It had been a much hotter day when that slaughtered cop's patrol car had slowly trundled its way along dry mud ridges towards the farm house. He'd made his siren wail and pressed the horn a number of times. He knew how fucking crazy his family were and it would be no surprise if they mistook him for other law men sneaking up on them and decided to blow him away. As the car pulled under the shadow of the house he smiled to himself in amusment.
"Hmm and they just might do it someday...but not today."
He stepped out of the car his sunglasses glinting in the late afternoon sun. It had been a strange day so far. He'd found the college mini bus smashed along the roadside the driver apparently crushed by some assailants pick up. Well that's what his passenger in the back seat had told him. The buxom teen had insisted a dildo wielding mad man had chased her into the wood before carrying off her friend.
"Get out miss." He said in a relaxed manner. No need to shout she was doing what she was told. She was doing just fine in fact.
As she stepped out hands still cuffed behind her back he noticed she wasn't as talkative now; more sullen and unsure of herself since his little interrogation games with her nipples and some jump leads. When he'd pulled over to rape her in the bushes he reckoned she finally got the message he's wasn't really here to protect and serve.
Sophie squinted through her glasses in the late afternoon sun the house towering above her. It was a sickly pale timber structure, the wood in places green with mould. All the windows were either boarded up or covered with slatted wooden shutters. She tried to keep her pants down to a minimum her world getting darker and darker by the hour.
The cops pushed her ahead as she carefully climbed the veranda steps hands tied, sore tits thrusting under her sweater, her hair down her back like a long horse's mane. Once inside the cool entrance hall she could hear muffled noises from above and below. None were discernable words but she recognised them as her friend's voices and all were in torment
"Oh God please where are you taking me?" She sobbed the cop not answering just pushing her towards the cellar stairwell.
She'd thought at first it was best to do what he'd ask. After all he was a cop. But now she felt numb her recent experiences bent over a tree trunk and on the back seat still seeming like a dream as her mind tried desperately to adjust.
"Please, I don't understand? I've done nothing wrong." Then focusing on the muffled moans she added "Who's that? What's happening?"
"Move it," he ordered pushing her towards the steps." Get down there and see for yourself"
As she descended her knees began to shake the voice was getting louder and she recognised it as Sandy's. As she reached the floor of the cellar from hell she began to shake with terror. The huge bear-pig of a man was there; the one from the bus crash! His face was still hid behind the hideous mask his blubberous skin glistening through shafts of leather covering. His deformed knotted cock was thrust upright as big as the cops maybe larger the warty length looking painful and diseased.
In the corner Bianca was knelt in a cage her head down hands over her ears trying to blot out the moans and other horrid sounds. At the other side of this device strewn hold the beast was dancing around his other helpless victim; Sandy hoarse from her indignant moans.
The small curvy pig-tailed blonde was on another of the crazies dominators. She was sat on a converted racing bike her hands out gripping handlebars the wrist bound so she couldn't pull away. Her groin was pressed onto a small hard bicycle seat her knees bent, feet pulled together behind where a rear wheel should be. Instead of the rear wheel the frame was welded to the floor her feet were tied together by the big toe so she remained in a Tour de France position. But it was along the middle of the frame that horrified the raven haired brain-box the most.
The bike frame was resting on a machine, a big powerful motor. It had two storks pointing up from its summit like antennae on a little alien. The rods went either side of the bikes cross strut, up at angles, vibrating intensely also pumping up and down. Sophie's eyes followed each metal rod to its tip; a secure looking clamp encasing and binding each of Sandy's nipples.
"UUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Sandy strained her neck as she groaned. The vibrations were coursing through her body. Her nipples and firm wonderful melons were in continuous agitation. Her tits had hardened to stone under the juddering attention her nipples over an inch long from tugging and arousal. Her teeth chattered as she gripped the handle bars in some type of comfort
"Ooooooh nnnnnnn ooooooooooooooooo!"
She could only make wailing pleading noises her ass wobbling on the tiny seat as she rocked from side to side like she was free wheeling down a monstrous slope.
"Awwwwwwww!" Sophie screamed; caught off guard as the cop pushed her from behind and she tumbled the last few steps.
She tried to get up her sexy legs kicking as she saw the pig man stagger over to her in delight.
"Looks like this is the one that got away from ya big man," laughed the cop as the maniac pulled her up by her hair.
"Agggg oh God please no not him please, please." Sophie had already seen what this crazy could do.
She screamed again as he produced a knife slicing into her sweater. But it was only her clothes he wanted to dismember.
As the maniac ripped Sophie sweater apart the cop knelt down at the cage tapping on it, Bianca shying away. He smiled, taking off his shades to look with piggy eyes into the beauties stunning emerald ones.
"Been having fun?" He asked with a foul breath grin.
"Nooooooooo! Oh God no you can't! Oh God please!" Sophie's wails drew back his attention.
He turned to see his black haired captive now naked. The beast had sliced her sweater and skirt away then ripped off her knickers leaving the porcelain beauty only in black school heels. Naked the cop realised she was even sexier than he'd thought, her full ass and fantastic tits giving her a playboy appearance. But with that oil black hair and dark rimmed reading spectacles she looked all the part a teacher pet
With her hands still cuffed behind her back she was twisting her legs trying to resist as the maniac hooped a cord around her shoulder blades then under her tits. She screamed again as he wrapped the cords around each impressive mammary pulling tight making her jugs bulge as he continued to rope them.
Sophie shook her head with dismay because while one end was knotted into a tit binding succession of hoops the other end trailed up to a ceiling pulley then back to a work table where it finished attached to a ratchet winch.
"Looks like everyone wants to play with your big tits today miss," said the cop in an official manner.
