The sheriff had seen enough inside the mad farm house. He reached the porch door and took a deep breath of the afternoon air. In his time he had seen many sights but those devices down in the cellar made his heart pound with disgust and morbid sexual fascination.
"Jesus!" he coughed to himself leaving the hell house behind heading for his patrol car
Ahead one of his men stood with the local doctor; the aging man had been called to help. On arrival there had been little he could do for the crazies. Each one had died in a hail of fire; their bodies peppered with bullet holes. But he had been able to tend the women as one by one they had been placed in ambulances and driven off at speed.
The sheriff massaged his chin choosing his words'
"The girls," he paused, "how are they doing?"
The old doc shrugged his shoulders. "Dehydrated & exhausted; possible two of them have become a little unhinged."
The sheriff grunted in acceptance and knowing how long they had been missing and imagining what sexual horrors had been played out back in the house he added," is there anything else?"
The grey haired man nodded. "Yes, they are all nearly three months pregnant."
That first evening; first of many had finally arrived. Miss Simms and her four sexy students had fallen one by one into the hands of the homestead family and their deformed and insane youngest son. Natasha had to keep a glimmer of hope but even this fiery confident English teacher was beginning to feel a claustrophobic shroud of futility envelope her world.
In the dirty cellar she screwed her eyes tight hearing the groans, moans and gasps of her young ladies.
All four teens were in a bizarre cartwheel of indignity; all bound together in his obscene dildo sculpture. Every conceivable orifice was full of animated sex toy pressed against another young anal or pussy hole.
The maniac had turned the switch and the electric current had flowed up into the buxom Sophie's slit. She bounced and thrashed her wailing mouth pressed onto her bondage suited cheerleader friend Michelle; her own ass full of Blondie's attention; Sandy's mouth cock.
Michelle was in delirium the anal buzzer sealed inside, her pussy also stuffed; this time by teen queen Bianca's mouth cock. The statuses Bianca couldn't groan; her mouth full of dildo; instead her eyes rolled, tits pulled hard by cord. Her double headed anal and pussy devices were on full power sending shivers up her spine and sensation coursing through her pig tailed best friend Sandy.
Ands so it went in an orgasmic wheel of humiliation.
The electric shocks jumped between all; the sweat falling from their bodies, tits pulling, nipples stretching.
Miss Sims opened her eyes as the maniac's hand squeezed her cheeks into a Monroe pout.
He had been told to teach her a lesson as she was still too defiant for the family.
The tall red head teacher stood erect, her neck in a clamp held to the wall her knees bending in her big bust glistening like treacle covered buns.
"You fucking bastard," she hissed. "My girls! Leave them alone you fuck!"
The inhuman man mountain didn't respond instead looked to the ceiling above her. There was a twisted pipe and tap poking through the ceiling and the crazy turned the faucet, water cascading down in a cold but refreshing shower.
Natasha spat and wriggled, her head and body beginning to run with water rivulets, her tits like an African gorge falls; a sheet of water tracing straight down to the floor.
He stopped the shower staggering back knocking over boxes and hitting work benches. He was a clumsy oaf of a creature and she couldn't believe how easily they had all fallen at his mercy.
Across from her the "wheel of sex" continued to wriggle and roll from side to side the shocks coming in spasmodic bursts from a humming box. The vibrators and other devices were unyielding in their internal attentions and the girls were desperately trying to resist the sensations; unsuccessfully.
From her bucking it was clear Michelle was near to orgasm, the prostrate Sandy also in animated arousal.
The maniac concentrated on his teacher and began working on the transformer attaching two more wires, Natasha giving a loud plea of mercy. It was clear he intended similar shock treatment for her.
"Oh God Jesus! Look please oh no nouuuuuuuuuuKKKKKKK!"
The maniac used the two fluffy tipped paddles to press on her body either side of her wet bouncing tits. The paddles were connected to the power transformer letting the electricity surged through her as she screamed.
He pressed again on her nipples the soft tipped insulated by rubber handles. Her tits almost glowed; her spine like a conductor the power making her anus pucker and gobble air; her heeled feet doing a tap dance, fantastic bronzed ass almost steaming.
"Awwwwwwwwwww" she gave a lung filled groaned her eyes wide lashes flared her red mane dark and rich flat to her head now it was wet showing that fabulous long neck.
He took the electrode away miss Sims panting her bosom bouncing almost involuntarily her voice hoarse and in panic.
"Nooooo please noooo I I can't take ukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
He pressed the power pads back onto her wonderful melons.
The dildo massacre was going to plan. He wasn't sure but behind him on the floor one of the girls seemed to be coming' her ass pushing back on her friend mouth cock. It was the gimp suited Michelle, giving a lip pressed squeal of humiliation and ecstasy.
"Nmmmmmmmmm!!!"
The beast paused with his tit torture watching as Sandy then thrust her tits up and gyrated her groin onto the double headed dildo; but without the desired result. Coming was difficult because each girl writhed and bucked moving the devices at the most in appropriate moment; and from time to time the pussy deep electric shocker sprang to life distracting them from their growing arousal.
Pig face turned back to his erect postured school mistress.
"Jes no, no, not again!" Natasha begged, her back arching tits looking swollen fuller and firmer than before if that was humanly possible as he electrified her cat walk body again.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
Through all the gasping, sparking and her own screaming Miss Sims could still hear voices above in the house. The insane family were finishing their chores bedding the farm down for the evening. They'd plan to tow her school mini bus somewhere dark and hidden and no doubt by now no evidence of their road side crash would be visible. She imagined the half decapitated driver, Pedro; man handled into the back along with their clothes and identities the whole van buried in a dark ravine or mud filed watering hole.
The rag skinned man paused undecided if to apply the fluffers again.
The maniac looked into her eyes his limp tongue rancid his leather masked face creaking. His eyes moved to look to his right and Natasha's big beauties following his gaze.
