I was liking Zoey less and less. The sociopathic way she would sacrifice another girl to get past a Big Foot safely was horrible, but... I'd just gone along with it. What could I do? She literally had me by the balls the whole time, squeezing a little harder any time I started to argue. She knew how to manipulate people, both guys and girls.
Once again she led the way as Becky the redhead, Debbie the cheerleader and I followed obediently. Watching the goth girl ahead of me sway her ass as she walked was sexier than I wanted to admit, but we were all a little horny after watching Maria suck off that giant Sasquatch.
Debbie and Becky still appeared to have maintained their innocence, though. While Zoey had fingered herself to the perverted sight of a demented Maria slurping and sucking two feet of meat, and I had eventually cum (despite my best efforts) just from Zoey squeezing my balls too hard, Becky and Debbie had remained cowering in the back, never losing control of themselves as we had.
"There... that's the police station up ahead. We can sneak in the back. If we want to make it anywhere, we'll need guns." Zoey explained. "That didn't work out so well for the cops..." I started, but she ignored me.
We all followed her blindly. We were afraid of her, though we would never admit it. Sneaking in the back exit of the station, we slowly crept down a narrow hall. Zoey held up a hand and pointed to a door that said "Firearm Supply -- Do Not Enter!" and the door had even been left slightly open.
Quietly sneaking towards it, we had all gathered around the door as Zoey slowly opened it. Just on the other side, a huge brown Big Foot was forcing half of its foot and a half long cock down the throat of the police station's receptionist, Janet. Her dirty blond hair was a mess in its giant hands. I think this had been going on a while. She must have run in here for the guns, like us. She didn't quite make it.
The Sasquatch immediately turned toward us. It pulled back, its thick wet cock leaving Janet's widely stretched mouth with a long slurp followed by a popping sound and a groan from poor Janet. She collapsed on her face with her ass in the air, her pleated skirt still in place. The behemoth stomped toward us, and we ran.
We turned back towards the exit, only to see two more Big Foot had followed us inside. "The cell!" the goth chick yelled, and we saw the station's one holding cell in the room at the end of the hall, the door wide open.
Zoey made it in first, of course, and I helped Debbie inside with me. Looking back, our redhead Becky had stumbled just ten feet from the door. Glancing back, she saw the Sasquatch was right behind her. As she lifted herself back up, she looked toward us again just in time to see Zoey slam the cell door shut. It locked into place. "No! Wait!" Becky sobbed, running up to the bars.
"Too late, clumsy ginger." Zoey taunted. Becky gave her the saddest look before turning around to face the giant hairy animal she knew was standing behind her. She pressed her curvy body back against the bars as hard as she could, but she was on the outside, and we were on the inside. She whimpered quietly.
"Zoey, you bitch!" I yelled out, finally losing my temper with her. With a smirk, she brought one pale, fishnet covered leg up in a swift kick to my crotch. Her black vinyl combat boot landed right in my balls. I groaned in agony and collapsed to the cement cell floor.
We all turned back to see the Sasquatch close in on Becky. She whimpered and sobbed, and we all saw its thick brown foot and a half long cock was still shining wet from Janet's mouth. Becky gave a little shriek when the thing closed its giant left hand over her red haired head. We had interrupted its blow job. It wanted to finish what it had started in the gun room.
It simply pulled Becky's head toward it and slightly downward until she had to crouch down. The strength of these things was irresistible. She pushed both hands against its hairy brown thighs in a pointless effort of resistance. Her short denim miniskirt bunched up around her waist.
Zoey was as understanding as ever. "Oh come on Becky, all it wants is to finish the blow job it was getting. Just suck it off good, and the rest of us can get out of here."
"No! *sob* I don't want to, please, don't make me *Chhk*... *Chhhggkkk*!" as we all watched helplessly, the Sasquatch pushed Becky's head down on its drool covered cock until it forced its way between her lips. She began choking immediately. It bobbed her head up and down a few times, then started thrusting its hips.
We had protected this girl, she was one of us, and now we were all going to stand here and watch her get her cute freckled face fucked. Becky's only reply to this was to whimper around the cock in her mouth as it worked its way deeper down to her throat.
Slowly standing, cradling my sore, swollen balls, I muttered "Um... how are getting out, exactly? Do any of us have the keys?" I looked at the girls. "...shit." Zoey whispered. We had run in so quickly and scared, we never thought about how we would get out.
Just as we realized the depth of our troubles, stomping sounds approached and the other two Sasquatch lumbered into the room. They looked over at us, then they looked down at the redheaded prey one of them had already cornered and claimed. They circled around her.
Down the hall, I heard Janet grunt as at least one more Big Foot found her in the firearm supply room and penetrated some unknown part of her. If she still had her ass in the air like she did when we left her, it provided plenty of attractive options open to the Sasquatch.
Despite having one thick cock ramming her throat, Becky gave another little whimper as she realized she was now surrounded by three of the Big Foot. The one on the right reached down, grabbed a pale freckled thigh and lifted her lower half up. This raised the poor girl until she was bent at the waist. The first Sasquatch ignored it, never missing a single thrust into her tightly stretched throat.