Texas Dildo Massacre Ep. 04

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.

The beast let go of her and she fell back teetering on her heels looking down at her bound tits the sounds of Sandy's moans and her fired up dominator machine filling the room. The huge man began to winch her up.

Crank.

Crank.

Crank.

Crank.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Sophie was on tip toes in seconds the rope taut the pulley lifting her by her bound red tits almost off the floor.

Crank.

Crank.

Crank.

"Ohhhhh God, no, no uggggggggggg!"

Now she was off the floor her heels kicking desperately as she swung around her nipple turning blue her melons distended the cord making them bulge in all the wrong places.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Sandy please I need help!" She begged swaying in font of her bound machine mounting friend. But what could Sandy do?

Sandy looked up at the girls bulging tits her long legs kicking, her ruby lips in a oval of discomfort. The white stocking blondes own tits were on fire also the machine never slowing the tugging down on her nipples like she was suckling two frantic powerful hogs. It was useless to resists or even to think about resisting. Sandy gritted her teeth her nipples feeling like hot pins thrust into her mounds.

"Ohh God won't this ever stoppppppppp!" Her mind screamed, fearing to know the answer.

The cop began to strip his pants as the maniac returned to the quivering moaning Sandy. The bubbly teen felt the monsters cock head across her trembling tanned ass. The fiend angled it down the head caressing her thigh down to the tops of her stockings. Then he pushed it inwards searching for her young tight cunt. Sandy's eyes crossed in sensation as the pig-man's cock opened her entrance and began to savour her.

"Nnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!"

Her teeth chattering changed to a long sucking pout as his cock pushed into her. She was already embarrassingly wet her tits aroused to the nth degree; the new sight of her big busted friend hanging in front of her acting as a perverse surreal aphrodisiac.

"OOOOOooooofuck!" She cooed; experiencing a man's rod so hard and evil that she could imagine it skewering her in two.

The masked man had treated her like a fucking toy for hours; bringing her body to gasping painful indignant peaks of pleasure and humiliation. She'd had to lick her friend while this monster had plugged Bianca ass and pussy like she was some good little dog. It was clear she was his bitch and now he would take what was his. In some ways she was relieved that it had finally happened.

"Aaaah! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

She began to moan and thrash as the massive bulk of his leathered thighs bumped against her rear his long warty length ramming straight ahead into her wet, tired, but receptive hole. His cock was so long he easily nudged her cervix with his forward thrust the bumps like an invading army hammering at the gates

Bump!

Bump!

Bump!

Sophie's eyes widened in disgust as she watched Sandy moaning like a dirty bitch her tits still animated a thousand judders a minute her nipples stretched obscenely and now this ape pounding into her as she gripped the bicycle bars in a racing doggie position.

"Oh my God; Sandy!" She gasped; her disgusted tone evident Sophie shaking her head realising in horror.

"She's enjoying it!"

Sandy saw the look on Sophie's face as she hung there her tits crimson her body becoming limp with exhaustion. But the blonde didn't care; it didn't matter as she would be just as much a whore when her turn came; she just didn't realise it yet.

"Aw, aw, aw, awww uggggggg oh God oh God uhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Sandy began to go through a looped session of grunts, expletives and sexy groans. What did it matter what Sophie thought, she had only just got here and she didn't know or understand the horror. Sandy was already a veteran.

Her arousing cacophony of sounds changed to a terrified pitch.

"Eee! Eeee! Eeeeee!

The maniac was ramming harder and harder making Sandy scream with the thrusts. The long warty cock, looking like a mould covered piece of bark was slipping in and out as the girl's thick juices smeared its length.

The cop was near by his cock also out and impressively erect again. He put his hand to the maniac's rag and leather covered chest telling him to move back.

"Now me boy," he drawled opening his legs angling higher pushing his cock towards her ass.

"Time to split this young lady in two."

Sophie closed her eyes sensing the horror her young friend was about to experience.

"Ooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Sandy screamed and convulsed but then gasped as her ass filled with meat the cop burying his cock to the hilt feeling the tits vibrations running down her spine to her rubbery rectum. Sandy felt like she would puke; as she felt a long thick sausage now snugly buried in her bottom.

He slowly withdrew letting her experience the shit then thrust in again, long deep ramming motions making Sandy scream again. The maniac was standing close by his juice smeared cock waving to attention.

Phut! Phut! Phut!

Sandy continued to wail the cop almost climbing on her rear banging down with avengeance

"Uh uh uh yeah yeah ride em cowboy yee ha!" He hollered cowboy style between excited, delighted grunts.

Sandy ass bounced and shook the cop hammering down his hands gripping her waist then under to her vibrating tits admiring how her body was been agitated

"Ugh ugh ugh fuck it feels like these things are going to snap off!" He grunted, his hands feeling the vibration of her abused stiff melons. By holding her tits firmly the cop made her nipples gyrate more, the buzzing metal storks trying to pull the teats at right angles, Sandy making a pouting high pitched sound .

"Ooooooooooooooo!"

Then he felt his own shoulder tugged back by a big hand and he slid from her ass reluctantly. The beast man wanted in again and pushed the cop aside his huge bulk positioning to fuck her hard in the pussy once more. The swaying Sophie could only watch in astonishment as they tag fucked her friend.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" Sandy hardly missed a beat off her consistent grunting as the men exchanged entry.

The maniac looked over watching Sophie wriggle and groan her tits flush red the cord pulled tight. He could feel Sandy gyrating back on his monster length her grunts becoming higher pitched. Sandy could also see up to Sophie. Their eyes met Sandy gritting her teeth from each thrust her clit getting hotter and hotter Sophie shaking her head biting her lip in discomfort as she hung there. Suddenly Sandy's view was blocked as the cop stood in front of her his cock in his hand jerking with purpose. He was wanking himself to climax his cock head, stinking of anal adventure, up against Sandy's cute nose.

"Open your mouth!" He demanded as his hand became a blur.

Sandy didn't resist, her body was on fire her clit about to be overcome. The pussy thrusts were like a battering ram and she could feel the mad mans warty cock like a ribbed dildo; though this things tip was hot and sticky wanting urgent release.

"Oh oh oh oh!" She began to come!

The climax was suddenly washing over her. The smell, the sensation, the humiliation all mixing into an erotic forbidden dream.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh argggggggggggggggggggg!"

She screamed with ecstasy her mouth open her pussy ejaculating hot juices. Her face felt the stink of semen as the cop's eye hole exploded firing an arch of spunk into her jaw wide mouth. The come hit her tongue and lips another spurt missed her mouth hitting her nose and eye socket. But still she remained open mouth, coming herself in a long animal groan of decadence.

"OOooooggggggggggggggggggggggggg!"

The cop roared with pleasure his spurts hitting her throat then her pretty face. He pushed closer as his last shot found its mark again landing deep in the back of her throat the previous load already dripping from the side of her lips.

As her ass bounced and gyrated milking the last seconds of orgasmic delight the maniac fired off his wad. She felt him give four successively harder thrusts his cock belching his deformed seed deep into her pussy shaft. He pussy felt like it was filling with warm water the copious amounts of fluid showing her master was finally satisfied with the servicing his bitch had given him.

Up from the basement, outside in the humid afternoon haze a rapid black dot grew bigger and bigger as it approached. Natasha felt the binds behind her back and the sack on her face. It was hot and uncomfortable and the air inside was so stale she struggled to breathe. She could feel the perspiration on her face and neck and knew it was dribbling down between her bare olive tanned tits. She was hooded and naked sat between two white trash geeks as their four by four bounced down the hill towards the farm stead.

The truck made the customary billow of dust as it circled and skidded to a halt. The bros getting out smiling toothless grins. Ma was now at the veranda chewing a corn stork.

"B'out time you boys turned up," she said spitting on the wooden floor planks. "I guess you and miss school teacher have been getting acquainted?"

They smiled and nodded their heads.

"She's a real feisty one Ma; sure was fun breaking her in."

Ma watched as the men helped the naked woman down from the cab. Without her clothes Ma could admire her bronzed toned figure even more. Still in fuck me pink high heels her legs were like a thoroughbred's; long, strong, sculpted and firm. Her curved figure was crowned by a perfect proportioned bust the nipples a dark pinkish brown. Her glistening neck disappeared under the bag but Ma had already seen the high cheeked boned face with super long lashes and Miss Jameson style pink lips.

The boys helped her climb the stairs the sun beginning to set a red glow over the fields making her tanned skin glow like hot amber. Natasha remained silent apart from occasional grunts as she tried not to fall on her ascent. She felt the cooler air of the hall and the porch door close behind her. Suddenly her hood was removed and she shook her head trying to stop the itching from perspiration and bag rub.

The sight in front of her made her eyes blink wide. For the first time that afternoon she was glad she couldn't speak. What would she have said? She couldn't tell.

Stood along with the two boiler-suited brothers were the horrid old Ma and the skinny Pa seated in his wheel chair. Natasha concentrated on the figure in front of them knelt doggie on the floor. Miss Simms knew it was Michelle, God knows how but she knew. Maybe it was the long brunette pony tale springing out of the back of the gimp mask or the athletic body clad in the skin tight rubber cat suit.

Either way Natasha knew who it was.

Michelle was on all fours her hands gloved her feet in ridiculously long stiletto shoes which made standing almost impossible. Around her waist was a black leather harness; reins up to a dog collar her all enclosed face mask showing two beautiful dark pool eyes. Her mouth was a constant oval an O ring keeping her jaw cock swallowing wide. Her bosom was encased in an Amazon like metal brassiere, her perfect rump looking like black marble in the skin tight rubber.

Natasha could see reinforced stitched holes in the girl's suit for her ass and pussy. These had strange black plugs appearing to cork both her entrances. Unknown to Natasha but painfully apparent to Michelle was that the metal brassiere had sharp nuts on the inside pressing into her Latin skinned bust; her nipples gripped in screw like clamps adjusted on the outside by radio type dials at the bra's domed summits.