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.

The once confident and adventurous cheerleader gave a dominated moan of discomfort.

Miss Sims began to hyperventilate her ribs showing as she snorted in air. “OH Jesus!” She thought in panic. The gag was making her mouth ache and she hoped they’d remove it just so she could exercise her jaw. One of the brothers had already read her mind and she felt him pull the knot loose then the cloth fell away. Her first reaction was for her student.

“What have you done to her?” She gasped looking at the animal like servant at their feet.

“We’ve being giving her an education schoolteacher,” Pa sneered, “just like you’ve being teaching my boys a thing or two.” He added with a dirty grin.

Natasha felt sick thinking back to her anal buggering by geek and vegetable alike. Then she closed her eyes in shame the scrawny men describing to the old couple how she had come so loudly.

“You can’t expect to get away with this,” she hissed regaining some control. It was insane but the fact was no matter how surreal it was happening.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” She added in school mistress tone,” the cops will find our bus and…”

“And make a search of the area?” Another voice said.

Natasha felt herself answering the disembodied voice. “Yes… Yes they will!”

The state trooper appeared slowly as he climbed the stairwell pulling his braces back over his glistening chest. He instantly flipped his shade back over his eyes and searched his pocket for a cigarette. He had his hand up at his shoulder as he pulled two long chains after him. Natasha could hear light bare foot steps on the wood following him.

“Already started Miss,” he said giving a half salute. “I’ve been searching real good in that cellar; getting into some very tight dark places.” He sniggered taking a draw on his cigarette.”But I’ve got nothing to report back.”

Natasha just looked in disbelief. A cop! Here in this madhouse?

“Besides,” the sweaty man added,” I doubt anyone’s even noticed the bus yet. It’s getting dark now and later on the boys and I will take the rig and haul it some place deep and hidden.”

He moved out of the door way tugging the chains after him.

“Com’on honey, come see miss.”

The tall figure of the preening snooty Bianca came into view. She was naked but even in bare feet she stood elegantly tall a perfect curvaceous figure. She had the collar still around her neck the chain dragging her up the stairs; not that she wanted to remain in that cellar one minute longer.

Bianca suddenly groaned as if a light had gone on in her head. The sight of her teacher stood bound and naked in the same predicament ruined her last fading hopes.

“Oh Miss! No… Not you too.”

Then she added in a child like voice.

“Oh God miss its… it’s a fucking nightmare!”

Miss Simms felt her stomach turn in realisation. The girls had been holding out for her and she had failed them. The bdsm Michelle began groaning and wriggling on the floor.

“Stop bitching,” Ma said, “you only make it worse. We’ll let you shit it out when we’re ready.”

Natasha eyes opened wide realising that her charge was bloated with some awful content deep up her insides.

Ma saw both Bianca and Natasha staring with saucer wide eyes as Michelle wriggled her ass; the plug visible her hands reaching back trying to remove it as she grunted.

“It’s my own special recipe,” Ma said with a sickening pride.

Both teacher and student just continued to stare at the writhing Michelle. Ma continued.

“It’s runny like porridge when it goes in, but then it starts to warm and expand like bread dough.”

The gimped suited girl’s eyes looked startled as she heard the explanation for her uncomfortable predicament.

“It’ll keep creeping up inside her like a growing snake, untill we let it out.”

“Please,” Bianca begged gaining a little confidence near her teacher, “please stop what’s happening to her.”

The group laughed and chuckled together, Pa raising his hand to quiet the row.

“Sure honey. But only if you’ll do something for us.”

Natasha felt the air grow thicker and thicker her face feeling a pillow of heat as the Pa explained what he wanted. Bianca was already shaking her head her face flush red not wanting to make eye contact with the fabulous red head teacher. Michelle was still groaning on all fours her mouth in a constant ring induce oval her gloved fingers clawing the wooden deck in sensation.

Pa said it again this time more as a demand than request

“I want to see you and teach to go down on each other.”

“Get hot and sweaty together,” the cop explained.

“Lick each others naughty holes,” Ma added.

“Come on each others faces like a pair of drunken prom night friends,” finished the geek brothers.

Natasha shook her head ashamed and still horrified at the sight of poor Michelle. Her mind was torn. “She couldn’t, no not that please, but her friend had that stuff in her.”

Bianca gave a scream of frustration tugging at her chain both options equally unpalatable.

Ma folded her arms and looked straight at Bianca.

“Do it sweetie, or I’ll fill you up with the same in a swish of a prairie dogs tail.”

Pa nodded looking at the catwalk teen queen. “I reckon I’d like to see that for sure.”

Bianca began to shake and panic. “Oh God Miss! Miss help?”

Her teacher’s desperate voice echoed around the room. “OK!”

They all looked at Natasha.

She took a deep breath, she needed time; time to get them out of here and poor Michelle needed help now.

“Ok!” She repeated more controlled. “We’ll do it.”

Bianca looked at her horrified then realised she had no choice. After all it was her they were going to fill up with inflating porridge next. She nodded to Natasha and looked sheepish as the crazy family sat down on chairs and lounger’s in a circle around the women. Pa pulled the uncomfortable Michelle to the side of his wheelchair and told her to “Sush!”

“Soon baby, “he said affectionately to the groaning girl,” just hang on a little longer and Pa will give you relief.”

Natasha felt her arms able to move as her wrists were un-bound. Bianca was already unhindered apart from a very secure chain around her neck. The cop came over to the beautiful teacher and with the second chain and collar fastened it around Natasha’s neck. Now both women were secured to a distant point somewhere in the cellar.

The two women came together nervously as the family sniggered. Natasha in her heels was taller the women’s firm breasts pressing together hands placed carefully as they nipped each others neck in a strained pecks.

“For fucks sake,” the cop snarled standing and gripping both women by the backs of their heads.

And then pressing their beautiful lips together he demanded,”fucking kiss like you mean it.”

Natasha felt the soft fabulous lips of her student on hers the spittle mixing the soft flesh of noses touching. Bianca’s nails were gripping harder on the teachers hips, holding on for comfort

“Get the funnel,” Ma shouted in disgust at the tame show.

Natasha gripped Bianca’s chin looking into her eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, “she said in a maternal voice. “Just close your eyes and let go.”

She’d never really liked Bianca. She’d seen her type before beautiful or not she was a queen bitch. But now in this crazy world she was lost and scared and needed reassurance. Natasha sometimes forgot these confident sexy girls were only just eighteen. She moved her hand up to the girl’s perfect domes nails trailing to her nipples; Bianca giving a silent gasp.

“We have no choice, remember that.” Her teacher said reassuringly. Embarrassed by her forced actions she needed to hear them words as much at the sexy teen did.

The stunning blonde grunted in embarrassment as Natasha laid her down on her back kissing her lips then with a satisfied groan from the audience moved onto her nipples. Bianca felt the soft kiss on her lips and shook with fear as the red head slid down to her sweating tits. Natasha paused them opened her mouth enveloping a tender bullet tip

“Oh miss, “the blonde cooed in embarrassment but now feeling safer than she had for ages in the arms of her teacher.

The gang demanded more and Natasha gently parted the school bitches thighs and took a deep breath then began to kiss her smooth ridged crotch her lips tasting the slit of another woman. She felt the hand of one of the kin press on the back of her head demanding more energetic oral work.

“Com on teach show her what you can do.”

Bianca gave a yelp as her legs were pulled wider apart the family wanting more.

“Deeper slut stick your tongue all the way in.”

Bianca arched her back as Miss Simms responded, the moans of Michelle echoing in the room as her ass got fuller and fuller.

Both of the geek brothers was pulling Bianca’s legs either side of her hips in a birthing position long legs looking like perfect sculpted studies of womanhood. The men pointed to the smooth skin between pussy and ass hole.

“Lick there! Com’on lick all the way to her busted little ass.”

Natasha felt disgusted the word busted echoing in her head. She knew immediately Bianca had suffered a similar anal ordeal to her. She didn’t know it had been far worse, though no more humiliating than her own experience.

The teen writhed and moaned her teacher’s attentions turning her on. She was so ashamed, her mind working overtime. “Her teacher!” The thoughts wailed in her head,” fucking Miss Sims of all people licking her pussy and all these weirdoes watching; and now poor Michelle was been made to perform.”

She looked over to where her friend was knelt. “Oh God what was that awful old man going to do now?”

Pa had been watching all this time drool dripping from his mouth. The perfect specimens on the floor where intertwined; tanned legs and hips, firm bosoms and big kissable lips all at work, and the sounds; oh the sounds. The young one really didn’t want to do this but she was starting to respond her eyes showing growing awe and shame. The teacher though was giving great head. Pa’s cock had sprung upright popping out of his limbless pants a thick long family trademark length.

“At last,” he thought relieved his body had finally responded. “Olde faithful sure takes his time these days.” But now it was up and wanting to unload. He pulled the chain on Michelle’s collar the black clad cheerleader looking up her mouth gagged her eyes showing her gut inflating frenzy.

She stood with difficulty in the joke stiletto heels Pa unfastening a flap on her crotch. She looked at the two women on the floor then Pa’s cock as he sat in his wheel chair. She was a gimp now, she knew it; and didn’t resist as the front flap came away and Pa twisted out her pussy plug in one dexterous motion.

“Plop!”

“Now slave climb onto me ya hear?” Invited the old man;” ride papa.”

Michelle gingerly climbed over the wheelchair and slowly lowered herself onto his cock till she straddled his lap facing him.

Bianca could see it happen, Michelle’s impressive long legs out seated across the metal fame her ridiculous heeled boots touching the floor either side. The black suited bitch arched her back as his old but now very firm cock pushed up her like she was mounting a gate post. She groaned, her neck back, her tits pressed painfully against her iron maiden brassiere. Bianca could now see the fat anal plug like a cork stopper. It looked massive and immovable from Michelle’s ass. Between Bianca’s own legs Natasha tongue was getting faster and faster the teacher now using her finger to rub on the teens cherry and Bianca to her own horror was beginning to respond.

“OHHHHHH shit miss,” She thought in astonished gasps.

Michelle began to slide down Pa’s cock the shaft filling her tight tunnel. She hit the bottom the man ecstatic, the pussy invader indeed like an upright pole making her feel unable to move.

Pa was watching the lesbo action on the floor but his hands gripped Michelle ass and pinched her nose teasing her for breath.

“Does it hurt honey; is the porridge real hard now?” He giggled his wife nodding in a knowing way. Michelle also groaned and half nodded her eyes pleading. “Get it over with, pleaaseeeee!”

“Fuck old pa and we’ll let it out when I pop!” He winked. He then looked serious,” But I warn ya olde faithful takes some persuading.” Michelle knew she’d have to gyrate and thrust like she was back dancing on the football touchline to satisfy this one.

She began to bounce on his lap for all her worth. She needed to bring him off. Any more of this anal expansion and she’d explode. Michelle writhed and bucked her slit slapping down then sucking up as she milked him for dear life.

Pa was grunting and groaning, wanting to watch the forced lesbians but also unable to keep his attentions from this slim athletic gimp. Her body was fantastic, perfect for the suit every contour like a carved Venus, the rubber glistening and creaking her brunette mane indeed like she was a pony her eyes and gagged grunts her only way to express her sensations and thoughts.

Pa’s gimp looked over her shoulder, away from the old man’s grinning face the sensation of iron cock making her gut feel overloaded. The porridge was creeping “oh so deep” into her; she was desperate. On the floor Bianca was pinned, farm boy arms holding her legs spread kin and her teacher working on her clit and ass. Michelle could see Miss Sims had a finger in her student’s anus another on the blonde’s clit.

Bianca was looking back at Michelle in perverse horror and delight as her young teacher aroused body, now covered in sweat neared a climax. Natasha herself was panting her fabulous ass sweaty and raised one of the men not missing the opportunity to examine her rectum with his own twisting finger.

Michelle’s clit was hardening the cock like a solid marble column Pa s eyes glazing over his mouth open as he grew hotter and hotter.

“Good girl, good girl,” he gasped reaching around to her tightly encased rear, searching for the plug.

Michelle groaned and grunted through the gag her hands on his shoulders gripping tightly her bouncing becoming faster and faster. She was hotting up herself and her shaft began to tingle, her head feeling feint with the heat and bondage gear.

“OH God come for fucks sake come you old bastard!” She thought in dehydrating desperation.

“Ma; the bucket!” The old man cried his ejaculation about to start.

Ma hurriedly placed a metal bucket in front of the wheel chair Michelle’s bobbing plugged ass directly above it. Then the rubber clad cheerleader made a shocked noise.

“UGGGGGGGGGGGGG!”

Michelle bit on the gag as she bounced. Pa was pulling out the big black anal plug, any second and it would… PLOP!

“NNNNNNNNNNN!”

She felt her ass open the plug free the air on her rectum. Pa was thrusting up the best he could without the aid of legs, his eyes wild. She felt her anal muscles instinctively tighten the release inevitable.

OH no… Sweet heaven!” She thought still bouncing on his cock her clit on fire, “he’s going to come in me as I shit!”

Bianca saw it all. The plug pulled out, Michelle’s body beginning to arch and writhe her hands biting into the man’s shoulders as she hung on for dear life. Her friends ass started to spew a long toothpaste like worm of grey goo. It squirted out like warm foam the shit beginning to coil in the bucket. The expandable substance was been squeezed from her convulsing butt her pussy muscles also tightening.

Pa’s hands were around her rear his fingers feeling the defecating mess.

“Ukkkkkkkkkk!” He groaned as he spunked inside her involuntarily clenched body his eyes delighting in Michelle’s expression of total embarrassment.

“Ohhhhhhhh you dirty little girl!”

Michelle heard the cheer of watching family and the gasps of her prostrate school friend. She felt the long exhausted but relief filled shit and the pumping cock of a man over 3 times her age filling her love hole; which had been unplugged just for the occasion. Her clit was burning and in total unashamed spasms she began to climax. Bucking on the old man her ass finally spat the last wads of porridge everywhere, Michelle’s mind a kaleidoscope of relief, orgasm and horror.

“OH God this can’t be happeninnnnnnggggggggggggggg ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!”

Bianca’s eyes were blinking in disbelief her body was on fire too her shoulder pushed flat her back rising. The sights and sensations were also too much and she screamed her hands clawing into Natasha’s red mane. What did it matter anymore, like her friend she was at the end of the dignity line. Only thing left was for her to come. Her hands gripped the back of Natasha head pulling the older woman’s face firmly onto her swollen seeping mound as she cursed her lovers expertise.

“OH Miss, you fucking bitch, oooooooooooohhhhhhh. Yeeeeessssssssss!!!!!”

Her pelvis pushed up on the gasping Natasha; the teacher coughing and spluttering her hand entwining Bianca’s in solidarity and comfort as the girl overflowed onto her face in this theatre of perversion.

From the cellar, unnoticed, the huge frame of the maniac rose up to view the sight. The black clad Michelle was juddering on Pa’s cock her body exhausted and on her back the leggy blonde he had drilled so well back at the road side was screaming and cussing in indignant delight as she flooded the floor.

As the sweaty bodies slowed and regained breath and composure he entered the room, his bulk like a bear. Natasha was knelt away from him her hourglass figure like a stunted bottle upright on the hard floor. She saw the face of Bianca turn from exhaustion to one of terror looking back over her shoulder.

The English teacher slowly turned sensing a new evil in the room.

“Miss,” laughed the cop enjoying the expression on her face, “meet the youngest member of our family.”

Natasha gave an open mouthed gasp but no words came out. The maniac was like a mountain of leather and dirty pink skin, his face a twisted mask his tongue hanging out of his mouth like an exhausted dogs. It was clear he was deformed beyond imagination under his rags and face cover; Natasha seeing his big fat fingers with long dirty nails, his aroma of filth hitting her nostrils. The sight was petrifying.

Then she composed herself. “Where are the rest of my girls?” She heard herself snapping to the brute.

The monster gave a dismissive grunt not caring that she showed true bravery in the face of terror.

“You fucking bastard,” she yelled her anger uncontrollable.” Answer me!”

The whole family filled her with revulsion and total contempt making her fear drain away.

The cop wiped his brow; it had been a tiring day so far.

“Junior; they’re all yours,” he said.

Ma walked up to her monstrous son and gripped an exposed part of his cheek tugging it in affection.

“You look after them all for a while,” she said. “We’ve got a farm to run.” Then looking back at her impressively endowed family members she grinned at the girls. “Even my boys can’t shoot off of all day.”

The beast grabbed both chains and with his other powerful arm picked up Michelle like she was a doll and slung her over his shoulder.

“But don’t worry, “Ma added to the struggling babes, “you won’t be lonely too long. We’ll all meet up for a real Texas hoe down later tonight.”

The beast began to descend the stairs, carrying the bondage queen, dragging the two newly initiated lesbians behind him. Bianca was shaking her head knowing what it was like down there, Natasha still cursing and warning that retribution would be severe.

“You’re all going to fry for this! Do you here!”

The cop gave some advice to his inhuman brother as he pulled the teacher below.

“That one still needs it explaining to her I reckon.”

He then smiled and dusted off his hands in a sign of a job well done. “Now you too,” he said pointing to the scrawny twin geeks, “lets go get that bus before someone does find it.”

After hearing the hesitant reply the Sheriff had decided to look for himself and it took time for his eyes to adjust to the scene. He was glad his female deputy had not followed him back down here; the equipment and furniture was of an explicit, embarrassing sexual nature. He picked through the devices, cages and racks with a detached but amazed mind. What horrors had gone on here? His men had surrounded the house clearly half way through an awful session as some of the awful toys were still humming. He spat on the floor in disgust untying the grunting big hog from its harness, his boot sending it bleating up the stairs.

“Son,” he said to the deputy standing beside him, “for fucks sake don’t let any of that press down here. Do you hear?”

Natasha continued to snarl and cuss all the way down to the cellar floor. Her hands were free and she scratched and punched with her painted nail fingers. The blows just bounced off the fleshy hulk, the beast almost unaware of her physical and verbal abuse.

He suddenly focused on her and she screamed as his hand locked around her neck. She was been lifted and pushed back against a wall. She felt a click as her neck collar attached to a wall hook. He pulled back Natasha held at the neck forced to stand upright almost rigid back against the dusty cellar wall.

She could see cages and all the other bizarre and obscene equipment and furniture. The place stank of sex and she began to shake her head and moan in frustration as the maniac set about his next task.

All her girls were there. Michelle still gagged now sprawled again on the floor; Bianca still standing in chains looking forlorn and exhausted. Then there was Sandy dragged from a cage the girl giggling and swaying as if drunk her mind on the edge. Finally there was Sophie, Natasha almost surprised by the curvaceous naked body, amazing hard tits so rarely allowed to surface from under her prim buttoned up shirts and big sweaters.

Both their eyes met, embarrassed but still thinking, “is there a way out of this?” But in seconds both realised the other didn’t have a clue.

Natasha closed her own eyes tight shut; she had this time to think. It was difficult but what other choice was there. She certainly didn’t want to watch what the beast was doing now. She tried to ignore the pleas and angry shouts as one by one he over powered the girls and began to position them in an awful, almost comically erotic sculpture.

The family had to rest but the maniac had no intentions of giving the girls the same courtesy. One by one he wrapped thick leather belts around their tiny waists pulling them bodice sucking tight. Each belt had a strap running down under their crotches attached again at the belt buckle just under their belly buttons. The straps had either had o rings placed to allow access to their asses and pussy’s or evil looking dildoes firmly attached; so when the strap was fastened there was no way these things could be removed or even slightly loosened from their deep penetration.

As he worked he bound some girl’s hands behind their backs. Others he fastened around a friend waist or neck collar. Natasha tried to keep her eyes closed, but had to snatch glances as the girls moaned and pleaded.

“Jesus! What is he doing?”

Each girl had the same question in her head as one by one he attended to them.

First Sandy; bending her into a contorted splayed position. She groaned with discomfort her eyes rolling as he inserted a metal vibrator into her pussy. The curved long piece of rubber popped into her anus the pony tailed girls eyes widening as the cock slid deep up her rectum. The fat rubber cock in her mouth was a surprise and only at this point did she seem to come to her senses and begin to wriggle.

Bianca was almost the same obediently squatting on anal and pussy penetrators, her thighs strapped in. It was only after she realised her mouth would be used to pumping effect that she too began to fight against her binds.

Michelle was as compliant as any trained bitch, almost helping the beast with his handy work her mind just wanting any experience to be less uncomfortable than her last. Only Sophie really resisted and it was difficult to bind her tits and make her sit on the upright dildo. She wouldn’t stop grunting and pleading even after her mouth was pressed against another’s lips. When she finally saw what the maniac wanted to insert up her pussy she thrashed like it was already in place and active.

It was only after what seemed an eternity of grunting and panting did the huge man finally get it in place.

Natasha her eyes closed heard the moaning and resistance seem to subside to a pitiful murmur of resignation.

Finally he had finished his sex sculpture and had left it trussed and rolling around on a big dirty mattress.

Natasha slowly opening her eyes tried to make sense of the contorted scene.

Sandy was on her back both her legs pulled behind her neck the stocking feet roped together. Natasha could not see her face as the big titted Sophie had been strapped into a straddle over it facing down her friend’s body. Sandy had a double ended dildo down her throat, strapped around her cheek the other corkscrew like end buried securely up the brain boxes anus.

Teacher could see that the beast had clamped both clenched pairs of bosons with cords around nipples, linking both girls’ udders together. Sophie was now unable to pull back much without tugging Sandy’s nipples upwards. As they moved both girls groaned with the teat tugging; Sandy’s more of a gargle.

Natasha looked in perverse awe at how the crazies mind had worked. The two girls were not alone in their bound shape. Between the open and pulled back crotch of Sandy she could see two more vibrators her ass one was long and blue like a massive banana the pussy one silver and smooth a real high speed buzzer. Straddling her upturned crotch and ass was Bianca her fantastic legs open and bound to Sandy’s thighs. The fat buzzer cock was stuffed deep into her pussy the long banana blue curling up like an alien appendage and disappearing God knows how deep into her anus. She had her hands tied behind her beautiful back as it arched, sat astride her new love horse.

Bianca couldn’t speak though because she too had a double dildo in her mouth. The final girl, Michelle had been made to stand and bend over, her ass against Bianca’s face the dildo inserted inside her pussy. Unknown to Natasha a buzzing ping pong ball had been popped in Michelle’s rectum a butt plug securely stopping its escape Her bust was now exposed sore tits hooped and roped, fastened to Bianca’s upright thrusting ones. She was bent over forced in this position by the short lengths of cord between her tits and Bianca’s. Her face was looking straight at the upright forward sitting Sophie and the maniac had used two oval mouth rings to force the girls into a continuous open mouthed kiss they could not pull away from.

He’d created a human wheel of penetration. The girls were forming a circle, every orifice either stuffed or pressed to another. Only one entrance remained unmentioned and with that he would drive his wheel. Poor Sophie had a lead running from her pussy slit to a dirty old transformer. The electrical current would flow up into a silver ball planted so deep inside her it touched her cervix. The sensation would be spasm inducing for the big busted goody, goody; making the whole wheel of flesh a quivering, groaning, jerking mass of teen indignity.

Natasha realised she would be next as she looked straight into the eyes of the mad man his hand flicking on the transformer switch.

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