Miss Sims lay in the back of her speeding ambulance. The rescue had come as a shock after so many months of captivity. So many months of fading hope. Why hadn't they found them earlier; why? She'd struggled to keep a grip on her sanity' but the things she'd seen done and had done to her could never be removed. The nurse cared for her attentively and Natasha's hands crossed her rounding tummy; her pregnancy a symbol of her captor's evil fulfilled plans.
"You're ok now honey," the nurse said setting up a saline drip. "You and your girls have been rescued safe and sound. The whole state has been tearing the place up looking for you five."
The Nurse then smiled; pleased with their collective efforts adding; "and now we've found you all."
Natasha mouth trembled and she shook her head, bitter memories coming back.
"No, you're mistaken," she replied solemnly, there's only been four of us in that house for a long time."
*****
Back on that first fateful Texas summer night the rain had stopped. The black evening sky closed in on the farmstead the oppressive sticky heat clinging to the cop's shirt as he headed for the barn. They'd had their problems and almost a couple of escapes but now all was under control. From over at the dilapidated old colonial farmstead he could hear shouting; his family no doubt bitching with pointless argument. He stroked his chin thinking about their hot captives. He guessed their new life might take a little getting use to; but they would in time.
He heard moans from the barn. Sandy, one of the students had escaped and only by sheer good luck she'd been caught again. He'd join the party in the cellar soon, first he would see how the run away was doing.
The lamp lit barn was filled with recognisable sounds of hog grunts and the smells of animal's lairs. But over this sensory mixture the cop could hear the mechanical chug of machinery and the miserable pants of the pig tailed babe.
Sandy was standing arms tied behind her back. She was bent at the waist over a high wooden pig sty gate; her ankles tied to sturdy posts. The trucker, her would be savour (who turned out to be another of this in bred family) had explained his intentions on first reaching the barn.
He'd had a picture of his buck toothed wife in his breast pocket
"She's nothing to look at is she?" He had said uncharitably as he'd tied up his captured prize.
He had wrestled with the diminutive blonde stunner as he fastened her ankles wide apart spreading her legs; then pulled her hands behind her back making her breasts bounce to attention before binding her wrists. She'd teased him with those innocent eyes back at the traffic jam all the while knowing how her ass and boobs pleaded for attention through her college uniform. Now she was naked her curvaceous young body at his mercy.
He pushed the picture of his wife up to Sandy's snout adding.
"She's barren too, not going to be having kids."
He placed it back in his shirt pocket then pulled the girl forward over the wooden fence wrapping a big rope around her waist binding her tightly into the bowing position.
"I reckon you could fix that for her," he had then added as his hand roamed on her breast, cupping unopposed, feeling the weight like two big fruits at a market.
"I've got myself another barn at my home," the trucker told her as he pulled the equipment into view. Sandy had shaken her head seeing the big suction tubes; then looking at the vacuum sealed jars above them.
The young man admired the large cup ends of his device then Sandy's pink teats.
"When your bellies full with our baby," he drooled his eyes going wide in anticipation," I reckon we'll get half a pint a day out of you."
He'd flicked the switch and the machine had sprung into life the monotonous sucking sound resonating from the hollow ends of the tubes.
"Let's try them on for size shall we?" He'd asked; Sandy trying to break way her tits swaying as she struggled. Then he'd knelt under her the black suction rims pointing towards nipples.
That was 30 minutes ago and now the cop had returned and stood in the barn doorway.
He gave a smug grin of satisfaction.
Sandy's face said it all.
Her cute nose was snorting air her pony tail swishing from side to side. The two big glass suction tubes were flexing with each artificial gulp of air trying to draw her two swollen nipples further up the milking tubes. The cop could see a good inch of pressed flesh drawn upwards her teats like stretched nuts fighting against the airless void.
The orange milk pipes wriggled like snakes up to the apparatus hung over head; two other tubes hanging useless, a hot teen babe having fewer udders than a cow.
The cutie was yelping and then grunting one after the other. Each yelp was from a targeted palm swipe to that great teen ass. Then followed by a grunt as the milking machine sucked; the hungry tubes blindly oblivious to the fact they were never going to get any liquid. Well not for the next few months anyway.
The cop had his arms folded watching the show in amusement. His trucker cousin was wiping rapeseed oil onto her ass to sooth his repetitive spanking. How long he'd been at it the cop didn't know; but Sandy looked spent.
"Well blondie?" The cop asked, "I guess you're sorry now?
Sandy gritted her teeth her eye lashes flaring at each swipe, her tits like stone, nipples crying out for relief
She nodded frantically her big blue eyes welling up. "Please make him stop!"
Slap! She bucked forward the tubes swaying and clinking like big glass wind chimes.
"You like this don't you?" The trucker asked pouring more oil on her round spanked ass the slime running down her hot thighs and calves. He slapped to get a response and she nodded contradicting her last statement to the cop, fearing what the trucker might do otherwise.
"She'll suit me just fine," the evil hauler said looking at his cop cousin, "look at those big beauties." The cop nodded admiring her globe perfect tits sweat trickling down them making the glass tubes glisten. "And those wide hips," he then added. "Great stock eh?"
The cop again nodded at her hour glass physique.
"Not really teaching her a lesson are you?" The cop said coming closer, disappointed she wasn't screaming more. This little bitch had caused him so much trouble.
The trucker frowned, "you've not seen anything; look what we've been playing with." At this point Sandy wailed shaking her head in panic. "No not again, no please don't let him ohhhhhh!"
