Texas Dildo Massacre part4of4

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!”

The man reached to his waist; where he wore a tool belt. He drew up the big power drill pumping the trigger making the pistol device whirr at high pitch. The chuck head had been attached to a big rubber cock object. It was like an enormous pickle; sickly green with a warty coat. As the trigger was press it began to spin making it a green hazed blur; the oil smeared surface spitting in all directions.

“Fuck it looks like Pa’s disease old thing.” The cop laughed impressed with the boy’s invention.

Sandy was looking back over her shoulder bent provocatively on the wooden beams her legs apart; ass raised. The man had expertly roped her into this inescapable fixed position; doubled over the fence beam. With her arms tied behind her back, the two milking tube dangling beneath her clinging to her tits for dear life, she’d had no way of resisting his games.

“No not again ugghh please ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Sandy braced herself already experienced in what would happen next.

The trucker pushed the monster pickle into her pussy her lips wriggling over its humps and raised nodes. She could feel the length ease inside her pushing lips wide apart the bulges pressing into her soft inside

Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Her tits thrust jerked and then swung backward in unison the tubes clattering on the wooden beam as she convulsed. Her pussy was feeling the insane spinning of the pickle shaped cock, the oil helping lubricate.

The trucker pumped it in and out of her young slit. The oil and juices glistening and flicking everywhere as the knotted length appeared, then with a high pitched yelp disappeared back inside her at high revolution.

The cop unzipped his fly pulling out his big rod. “Not bad!” He admitted over the noise of drill and Sandy in their crazy DIY dance.

Standing in front of her gasping face Sandy looking up at the towering shadow he gripped his cock pushing its tip at her nose. “Let me come over those baby blues,” he said affectionately.

The trucker continued to pump the drill as Sandy groaned and thrashed the cop jerking his foreskin the big eye hole glistening.

“I’m going shoot in your cute goody-goody face,” he teased in a husky voice.

The trucker was panting with the effort, the drill making his palm tingle his arm ache. The cop was vigorously jacking his own length. It was something about her amazed wide eyes expression that just made him want to paint her face with his come for the second time that day. The way she just looked like it must all be a dream and she’d wake back in her college safe world at any second.

“Oh yes princess I’m nearly there,” he coaxed, “just a bit more.” And his big hand reached under her to squeeze her bust trying to add to the drawing power of the tubes. He grinned looking into her desperate eyes. Recalling the vibro-rod punishment in the cellar and feeling her firm ripe tits he teased. “We’ve done some naughty things with these puppies today haven’t we?”

She could only emit a long indignant howl the drill cock doing its worst.

“Shame you didn’t get a chance to ride in the back seat of my patrol car.” He laughed adding; “maybe another day eh?”

Sandy didn’t know or care what he meant, unaware of the cop’s electro tit interrogation techniques.

The piggy eyes man pulled her pigtails together then raised his hand drawing her face up to desired spray level. He looked to his cousin as his hand quicken around his massive purple cock. He just couldn’t get enough of this prim little angel.

“Put it up her ass!” He ordered and Sandy’s face was one of horror then disbelief as the green phallus speared her rear hole and instantly began to spin with a new gut wrenching sensation. Her eyes glazed over her mouth an open yawning wail. That was his cue; the come began to erupt from the dirty cops cock; hitting her nose, into her cavernous wide mouth, spattering her chin and filling her eye sockets.

The cop grimaced with exertion as her feature became an avalanche of vicious white cloth. The spunk like a smothering pillow her nostrils creating air holes her lashes pushing back the veil of semen allowing her girl next door eyes to stare ahead insanely.

Now that was a good bye present to be proud of.

“Good girl,” the trucker said as if talking to a beloved hound. He withdrew the spinning pistol device, Sandy feeling like she was shitting a tornado.

“Time to take you home to my better half,” he explained as she gasped and panted in relief.

“Not staying for the party?” The cop asked flicking his cock at the girls face adding a final spattering.

The trucker shook his head switching off the milking machine, pulling the suction cups casually from her udders with loud pops. “No,” he replied without a hint of sarcasm. “I need to get back; after all I am a family man these days.”

The cop put his happy cock away pushing it back into his pants Sandy still coughing and spitting semen. Her uncorked melons were full and firm the air making her sore nipples tingle. She began thrashing; shaking her head in refusal as the trucker unhooked her fully from the apparatus.

“Uh no, no I you can’t I mean…”She didn’t want to be some slack jaw bitches’ pet and brood mare.

She looked up at the cop still unable to see past his honourable badge of office.

“You got to help! Please you can’t let him take me away!”

He just smirked back then turned to leave.

The trucker had stepped out of his pants his own family size erection rock hard and pressed upright against his flat young stomach. He placed his bare feet on struts in the wooden gate and straddled Sandy’s bent double body. He squatted down so his rod slid over her ass then under to her wet hole, the girl looking over her shoulder in desperation. He looked like an excited chimp on a zoo climbing frame.

Gripping the top of the gate either side of her body he then pulled his waist forward impaling her in one long thrust.

“Now,” he groaned enjoying the feeling of steel hard penetration, “down to business.”

She gave a shriek as he filled her to the brim his athletic body balanced gymnasts style on the gate like a squatting medieval gargoyle above a fairytale damsel in distress.

He began to stab like frenzied serial killer Sandy gritting her teeth the fence rocking like crazy; wood creaking and both their bodies shuddering. At any second the cop thought the fence would collapse the hinges clanking the frame groaning as much as Sandy. The trucker would take her home and she’d make a baby for him and his wife.

As the cop left the barn and headed for the house he could hear the ecstatic squeals of his relation. It was indeed like a demented chimp. Sandy’s voice could be heard also as she screamed to high heaven in revulsion; her new master in full flow siring his new farm yard sow for the first of no doubt countless times.


In the cellar Miss Sims and her girls had listened to the crazy shouting and stumbling above. It sounded like the whole family were having a bar brawl. They had been left for a few hours to sit in their horrid cages below in this underground prison.

“Miss,” said Bianca, “do you think Sandy got away?”

Miss Sims wasn’t sure.

They heard lots of shouting earlier and also screams from outside. But they could have sworn it was Michelle they’d heard. Sophie moved her buxom frame inside her cage, big breasts like imprisoned zeppelins. “It been a while maybe they don’t realise yet and she’s long gone.”

Suddenly the cellar door opened and the girls froze.

One by one the family entered.

First the maniac; his hulk like a bear his hands and big booted feet wrapped in dirty bandages
His under cooked pink skin was visible only at fingertips, around his neck, and at his mask mouth hole.