Introduction:

continuation of poor Holly's flagging fortunes and family problems..

Part 6.

Laura had awoke to find herself hidden behind some crates in the cellar. She grabbed some clothes that were lying next to her and after dressing, well in a fashion as the clothing was all jumbled and obviously stained.

Laura tentatively made her way along the corridors to try and find Matt and the girls her thoughts were for Amy’s safety and protecting her first and foremost. She found herself back in the kitchen, hearing shouts and noises from the near distance outside. Laura hid in the store cupboard earlier used to imprison her niece and past incestuous partner Megan.

The voices got nearer and louder, peeking through the gap in the door Laura recognised two of her recent rapists as they hurried into the kitchen, disappearing through to the main lounge. Silently she crept out the same kitchen door they left wide open. Laura being no stranger to the grounds or the sprawling woods around the Richford estate headed for the logging cabin a few miles away at the river.

“Well now looks like you folks is pretty much lost out here?” The Gruff voice behind the hood and scarf said. “I’ll take that gun if you don’t mind mister.” Matt reluctantly handed over his weapon.

“O.K. Lets get started then. When I ask? you answer! Real easy isn’t it.” He said looking them over. “Who’s Who then? The voice asked. Matt and the girls said their names quickly and who was related to whom. “Relax.” the voice pulled back the hood, removed the scarf from the face of its source to reveal the person beneath the disguise was indeed male.

A weathered looking dark skinned man with a lived in leather skinned face smiled at the group, his salt and pepper hair tied back in a pony tail, a silky, navy blue bandana lay loose tied around his neck. Matt guessed the guys age at about mid fifty’s? “Who are you mate and why you here?” Matt enquired. “I’m the head waiter for a wedding here sometime.” he answered laughingly. “Lets just call me master of ceremony? Or M.C. to you lot.”

He smiled as he offered Matt his handgun back saying. “Deal.” Matt and the man shook hands. “Yeah. Deal mate.” Matt reiterated a little hesitantly. They all followed as MC led them on a walk, coming across a footbridge which led toward a cabin near the river. “Shit, stop theirs a light on in the hut? I left the place in darkness, guess those bastards have found my stuff.”

“Now Hector calm the fuck down. I know you didn’t want this to happen but we have to face the fact its went tits up and your to blame son hmm.” The tall bald lawman towered over the associate boss as he derided his leadership and hopeless ability to cope with a deteriorating plan that was long since fucked up. Also the fact the two unfortunate girls Clair and Samantha were going to have to be dealt with as they knew or had heard all the facts of the operation.

The sheriff despatched two of his deputies along with Hector to the basement to find out what was going on plus find Val. Billy meanwhile was hoping to hear of Val’s demise, or he was in big trouble. Billy had arranged for the Cartel to hold an associates meeting at Carson’s farm. This would be to decide who the best person was to run the North area with virtually total autonomy over that region. Billy planned to have Hector and crew eliminate the opposing candidates and his sister at the same time. He never liked Val’s marriage plan for an heir to Holly’s Family fortune. He would be sole beneficiary to it all.

Chloe somehow managed to get herself back upstairs and enter Holly’s bedroom undetected. She stood naked, her hair soaking wet from her shower. Draped in the towel Holly had used to dry herself earlier, when Chloe had the naked spellbound Holly lapping at her wanton slit. Chloe smiled, fully aware of her ability to manipulate Holly’s hidden sapphism and pent up desires.

Chloe now clean and freshened from her ordeal with the late farmer Carson, dropped her towel and pulled on Holly’s wedding gown and shoes. Totally naked underneath, the confused girl picked up her gun, smiled at her reflection in the mirror and headed downstairs toward the lounge and the sound of Jim’s raised voice.

“Aw fuck sheriff, why wont you listen. Billy and those guys are the reason for our plan getting all messed up. The old bastard wants mum, me, plus probably all of you dead. Hell its only because of Megan and her wiles that we aren’t. Now I know Billy has you lot in his pocket, so he will stop at nothing now to get control back over his little empire. He’ll be ruthless in getting rid of us all. You included. The wedding and getting Holly pregnant, all that was just a cover for us getting hold of her estate.

The real Associates haven’t been in contact yet. Don’t you see. These guys aren’t who they say they are. Jeez they’ve already fucked everything up and our real partners wont be thanking you for any part in Billy’s duplicity now will they? You know how they dislike failure sheriff. Remember when Carson’s wife and family nearly got away" Joe Milne remembered only too well. The two boys, their sister and mum. All went south. On vacation so to speak. Their fate in some Latino bordello not requiring to be guessed at..

Joe Milne was just about to order Jim to fuck up when his deputy re-appeared. Looking at Jim suspiciously he whispered to his boss. “OK I’ll be right there.” Joe replied. “We’ll talk more when Billy and Val are here.” Joe said to Jim before following his deputy out the door with the two girls. A short time later as a scared Jim waited alone. The ghostly figure of Chloe in Holly's marital gown swept into the room.

“Here come’s the bride.” She smirked manically at Jim. “What the fuck are you doing Chloe! You mad? Why you wearing Holly’s dress? don’t you know those guys are going to kill you? letting the others go free, ruining their plans, you fucking nuts.? What’s with the gun? Is that fucking loaded? Point it at something or someone else, better still give it to me.” Jim reached out for the gun. He was writhing on the Persian carpeted floor before the shot even rang out. “Fuck!! You crazy bitch, why did you do that?” He said, clutching his arm. Another shot rang out “Aaaaah” he screamed clutching at his bleeding thigh. “Perhaps a little to the right plus slightly higher next time honey?” Chloe hissed, hatred creased on her face.

Jim crawled whimpering incoherently toward the door in a futile attempt to escape his tormentor. Chloe stomped Holly’s high heeled wedding shoe through Jim’s blood soaked hand, impaling the screeching, cheating wimp on her stilettoed right foot. “For richer for poorer. For better for worse.” She cackled at him. Grinding the stiletto further into his hand. “You grovelling excuse for a man. Good job that big cock of yours kept its promise more than the rest of your worthless carcass ever meant to!

You lying cunt. I gave you my whole being you sad fuck, did all and everything you and your fucked up mother ever wanted. Even when it meant hurting others beside’s me. I went along with it. I condoned the rapes, the tortures on those poor girls because I have loved you for the last ten years you asshole.

“I thought we had a future. No wait up that’s wrong. It was because you told me, convinced me, we had a future. Mr and Mrs drugged up Richford? You knew, I already was Misssssss fucking Richford. Chloe hissed the words at him. “All along you knew I was your fucking sister. That witch Val and you just used me, like Billy and his ilk before you. Just a whore, to be trained up, while being prostituted and incestuously handed around, satisfoying all of your personal evil deviancy.” Jim had rolled onto his back still whimpering while his wounded arm and thigh bled out. Chloe turned on her heels dragging Jim’s impaled hand over his head with her blood soaked shoe.

She leaned over his face, crouched, then engulfed him with the silken laced gown of his proposed bride. He mumbled plaints under the folds of the dress, watching Chloe’s gaping pussy descend its slow touchdown onto his pain creased face. Energetically forcing her body weight and strong thigh muscles to hold his head in place, Chloe proceeded to drop her pulsing cunt against Jim’s immobile visage.Effectively cutting of his air supply as her gaping raw snatch closed over his nose and mouth. Almost suffocating him with her aroused moistened labia.

His struggles had little effect as the crazed girls strong arms also held him tight. Chloe felt her clit and cunt tingle in imminent rapture her bouncing ass cheeks quickened pace with Jim‘s raged breaths and muffled plea‘s.
Jim Richford’s last thought before blacking out was thinking he would die while choking on this demented bride’s pulsating sloppy vagina. Chloe’s bladder burst alongside the last remnant’s of her orgasmic vibrations, releasing its contents to mingle with her musky juices. Drowning Jim’s mouth and face in a final humiliation.

Val recognised Joe Milne’s voice. She cursed at him to get her out of the stall she was trapped in. The guy Chloe flesh wounded already being tended to by his own boss Hector. Joe had seen Val in many poses over the years but strapped in a stall, her legs spread in a wide Vee shape cuffed to a wall, her well used splayed anus and vaginal openings giving him an iron hard erection.

Clair and Sam were beyond hysterical, assured they were about to suffer the same fate as Val, or worse! Her present position in the stall left them very little to imagine. “OK Val, cool, get you out in a second. Quit the crying girls nothings going to happen to you.” Directing one of his men to set Val free, the other to handcuff both girls on the X frames in the large basement. Joe Milne drew his pistol out hitting Hector across the head before sticking the barrel into the mouth of the shocked wounded associate who said his name was Miguel. Billy was nowhere to be seen having sneaked away while the others were distracted. Billy was a survivor though, even as he was fleeing his mind was working on coming up with an answer to this one.

The engine of the police cruiser roared. Billy then sped into the night along the long driveway to his unplanned future. The deputy released Val from her bondage. She stood, naked and shameless as she looked down at the prone body of the gang boss. The sheriff said. “Your Jimmy told me these guy’s are fakes? Billy arranged for them to snuff you lot while he got out Scot free! You got anything to say bout that that Mrs Richford? ~ I guess the story needs to be retold to me again before I go making any real decisions. Looks like you all got some explaining to do. Billy has gone missing? Throwing a gown around herself the raging Val ranted. “Oh for fuck sake Joe. Will you stop staring as if you hadn’t seen my pussy before. Leave these guys and Billy to me, I will clean this mess up. My way..

Hectors other two associates had been out scouring the grounds for Matt and Holly when they got involved in Billy’s dash for freedom. Frankie on instinct fired twice at the car as it headed straight at them. It spun off the road, hit a tree and rolled down into a gorge. Frankie and Alonso raced to see who was in it. The police car was a wreck it hung precariously in the gloom with no obvious signs of survivor‘s.

“This shit is getting out of control Frankie.” Alonso said. “Yeah, I hope Hector knows what he’s doing getting us involved outside the cartel He hasn’t said why we’re even here yet. This is beginning to smell of something real bad.” Both men quickly headed back to the house to see what was going on.

Matt and MC scouted over to the cabin, Matt had a look in the window and didn’t see anybody. Then suddenly a very naked Laura screamed as she spied MC staring in the bathroom window. Matt raced into the cabin on hearing her and both hugged as if they had been away for years. MC ran in surprised to see Matt hugging the woman, Laura’s lack of clothing suddenly registered on her. Laura draped herself in a blanket as Matt did the Introductions.

“Oh. Laura, meet MC.” MC nodded and smiled. Laura thought she recognised the tall man from somewhere.? Matt called the others down into the cabin and Amy and Laura couldn’t stop the tears flowing which became infectious as they all started to hug and greet each other.
Mary and MC looked on eager to hear the full story of how they all wound up in a logging cabin on the Richford estate as the first rays of dawn slid through the trees. Holly was very aware of Matt and Laura’s closeness as they would hug or touch each other oblivious to the others seeing them. Holly couldn’t help it. She was jealous.

Laura made some coffee and food for all She eyed Mary with a little suspicion quizzing the gorgeous fine skinned girl on how she got to be wandering around and running into Amy? Mary, stammered and stuttered a little then she told how she came to be working for Carson.

Slowly her tale of blackmail, betrayal and slavery came out. Sounding very like the scenario’s Matt had seen in the orgies where Hol’s got raped. Somewhat hesitantly she told how she was forced by the cartel to whore herself when she was 15, to pay off debts owed by her drunken, gambling father in Ireland.
She was taken and used, firstly as a drugs courier to and from the USA. Then, prostituted and abused as a sex slave, finally she was forced to work on Carson’s farm. Alongside all the others smuggled into the country to slave for them. Producing and refining the cartels finished product. Mary told her silent audience of the horrors. Of seeing and being used in depraved rapes and orgies. Carried out by Carson and his so called foremen on the women and girls on the ranch. The nice folks from town, who turned a blind eye to their men folk visiting the ranch for *business* Mary sobbed and went quiet. So did the room.

Laura‘s gaze lingered on the young redhead she heard the sobs but seen no sign of tears?. One after the other they told their tale of how fate had brought them to this point in life. All except MC, he got up, smiling ruefully saying. “Well as much as that’s really interesting folks. I’m pooped! Need to get my head down for a bit.”
Matt didn’t push MC for his story, Yet! He agreed. They were all sleepy, though Matt said he would take first watch.

Megan who had been sleeping since her and Frankie’s get together earlier that day, awoke to find herself alone in Billy’s office. Her face was still hurting and she silently cursed Chloe for her pain.
The disorientated Megz looked around for her clothing, finding only a used thong and T- shirt. Megan wandered into the main lounge expecting to find Hector and co, with Billy and Jim etc.
Megan was shocked to see her brother unconscious on the floor, two bleeding wounds were apparent on his arm and thigh? As was Holly’s stiletto heel impaled through his hand? Plus both he and the room reeked of piss and the musk of sex? Both of which stirred the nymphomaniacal urges within the young Richford witch.

Megan turned gasping with fright as Frankie and Alonso burst in on her thoughts. “What the fuck happened to him, where is everybody? I thought I told you to stay in there you dumb slut.” Frankie scolded Megz.

Megan stared straight at him aloof to the thugs wishes. “Well!! don’t stand there like pricks? Help him you pair of fucking oafs. Now.” Megan ordered!
The upbringing and the arrogance of the Richford’s assuming command of the teen vixen.

Alonso swore, he backhanded Megan hard on her already sore face bowling her over. Grabbing her by the throat Alonso said in his broken English.
"We tell you what to do bitch, not the other way round. Spoiled li’l slut.”

Frankie sensing what was going down was already wanking his large cock, smirking while Alonso pulled Megan to the table, telling her.

“Now We are going to spoil that filthy li’l ass of yours all over again.”

Pushing Megan over onto her stomach. Alonso ripped off her soiled thong while worming two thick fingers roughly into her slick pussy crack. Frankie meantime availed himself of her pouting oral cavity causing the young Megz to utter guttural gagging noises as his pulsing tool throttled her throat.

Moaning in pleasure at the pain, Megan took their abuses, not a care now with regard to her moaning wounded brothers welfare. Megz was simply lost in her lust, allowing herself the pleasure of a quick rough double penetration with two very hard thick phallus's.

Her eager hungry holes grasped and gripped onto both tools. Wild sounds of gagging and fucking along with carnal grunting and squealing filled the room. While both men’s ravaging dick’s took turns at Megan’s sloshy ass or pussy.

Afterward, with Megan slumped and pumped over the table her ass cheeks trembling with the little tingles of her receding orgasms. Her mum suddenly appeared in the lounge with the Sheriff, plus Hector, now fully conscious.
Val stopped abruptly, observing the scene of her semen filled daughter.

Megan! What the fuck? What’s wrong with Jim? What have you bastards done to my children?

“We didn't touch him! Plus this whore ain't no child lady! So go fuck yourself.” Alonso spat out his retort at Val.

Joe told them all to calm down ordering both men at gun point to hand over their weapons. Megan’s depraved sense of humour made her giggle, while Joe smiled at his own remark, swiftly remphasizing. “Guns that is!!”
Joe looked on as the slutty 18yr old stood up, spunk dribbling in stringy lines from both her cunt and ass crack. Val threw her the coat she had been given earlier.

“Go get cleaned and dressed Megan. You’re a mess.” Val gave her that look. Megan immediately stopped smiling. Val had her relay the way she had found her brother. The alleged rape victim then scurried off to her room the wetness of her rectum and vagina making squishing noises as the men’s semen and trapped air expelled from her sticky holes?
Frankie and Alonso were drawn daggers by Hector while swiftly covering up their softened cocks.

Val was comforting her unconscious son Jim. Trying to figure out what had took place? “How the hell did Holly’s wedding shoe get in here? Embedded in his hand, how the fuck had that happened? That bitch must be in the house. We need to find and silence her Joe. The rest of them also, Very quickly and very quietly.

Your as mixed up in all this shit as we are. You, your family, all those lovely towns folks. Who enjoy the lifestyle plus the free workforce our little industry generates for them. Not to mention all the bedroom benefits both genders enjoy.”

Val paused, slightly out of breath as Joe cut in “Now, now Val don..” Val raised her hand simultaneously doing likewise with her voice. Authoritatively telling the lawman. “Just do your fucking job sheriff Before I need to get someone who can? Find the rest of those traitorous bastards. I want that cunt Matt, with the princess Holly, to suffer so fucking bad for all of this.

”Both Frankie and Alonso were cuffed at gunpoint then joined their flesh wounded colleague Miguel in the basement. Along with the wailing Clair and Samantha.
Both girls were fully clothed, albeit cast offs found in the laundry room.

Left under the watchful eye of deputy Fraser Gordon. Frankie, Alonso and Miguel were cuffed to the chairs they sat on. Staring at the deputy with hatred while eying up their surroundings along with its nubile female occupants.

Miguel had wanted to fuck the girls earlier, especially the short haired blonde with the thin ass and tiny tits.
She brought out the pedophile in the thug. He wasn’t happy when his perverted fun was stopped by Hector. Who Miguel hated anyway.
“Fucking asshole has managed to make us fuck up everything else except them.” he thought amusingly to himself.

“Hey, li’l girl you wanna feel Miguel’s thick cock rip your asshole sweet cheeks? Huh, hee hee.” The thug taunted Sam, wiggling his tongue in and out his grinning mouth lizard style. The terrified girl stared back at him rapidly averting her gaze at his retort. “You got a big mouth slick, let me close it for you.” Deputy Gordon shoved a ball gag into his mouth, pulled it tight then asked the other two if they had anything to say. Both men nodded their heads saying. “No sir.” While laughing at the lawman’s actions toward their humiliated friend.

“Oh mummy, I cant help thinking about Chloe. How she was abused and then killed that slime ball farmer, he was about to rape me again like uncle Billy did to me when we were in the basement with Matt.” ~ “I know darling. Matt has told me what Billy did to you baby. Don’t worry, we’ll all get out of this soon, then start to get back to..” Laura paused before saying. “Normal?” Holly was also as melancholy about Clair and Samantha. “I dread to think of the horror’s those poor girls are being subjected to at the hands of those thugs.”
Laura said.“Sheriff’s department aren’t any less ruthless honey.”

Joe had radioed for an ambulance and more deputies as back up for the house. Val had took herself off to get a shower and proper clothing. Checking on her wayward nympho daughter on route. Megan was asleep, plus still not showered! Sprawled with her pale white legs wide open, she lay on her back across the king size bed. Her raven black trimmed pubes were coated in the thugs dried semen, glistening like silver in the cleft of her porcelain skinned buttocks. Her flamingo pink labia contrasting with her lightly browned puckered anus were smudged in the remains of Hispanic rape seed.

Val smiled not worried about her little girl. She was just like the Richford girl she used to be. Val knew exactly what she was going to do. The electricity in the room crackled around her and her offspring as she gently caressed her daughters soft round breasts.

Megan slowly stretched, her lewdly displayed legs pulled together, soft thighs so pale against her black as night mons pubis. The moist sticky spunk from her vagina clinging her left leg to its opposite partner. Dreamily opening her gorgeous blue eyes, she smiled up at her mum. Val’s long fingers traced their well trodden path into her daughters abused damp labia.

As Megan parted her thighs her ejaculated secretions relented their adhesion on her limbs with a sound like they had Velcro sticking them together on their inner sides. Val’s thumb touched her girls prominent clit as her mouth found a nipple to suck, the musky taste of sweat and spunk strong on her probing tongue. Megan sighed contentedly as her mummy strummed her aching clit with her thumb while rummaging in her sloppy cum dumped cunt.

Back in the cabin. Matt had arranged a rota for lookouts and got down to making a plan to get the girls and Chloe then get the fuck away from this hell hole and the town of Richford. Holly was sure she had felt something take over her when Chloe had seduced her. The thoughts turning her stomach to butterfly’s and her cunt instantly moistened as the familiar tingle coursed into her clit and nipples.

Amy was sitting watching Holly while daydreaming. Subconsciously her hand travelled into her knickers her thin fingers rubbing at her little nub. Laura became aware of these two’s actions and leaned toward both saying. “Having fun girls.” Thus shattering the spell and forcing Amy to swiftly withdraw her moistened fingers from her tingling clit. Her face flushed, though not entirely in embarrassment at her mum catching her masturbate!

“We need firewood for the stove and fire, plus water for washing up girls! Who’s turn is it?” Laura smirked knowingly at the girl. Amy said, “Its me for the water and Mary for the wood.”Amy’s curly raven locks were billowing alongside Mary’s flame red hair as the girls headed down to the river and wood shed.

MC and Matt were deep in conversation oblivious to the erotic atmosphere caused by Holly’s thoughts of her and Chloe’s recent lesbian dalliance. Laura approached her and stroked her petite neck. “Mmm that’s nice, don’t stop.” Holly sighed. Laura bent down still massaging Holly’s neck and whispered in her ear. “I felt it too.” Laura’s right hand moved sensuously down stroking Holly’s left arm before slowly wandering across her tits and inside her blouse. A further enticement to Holly’s braless nipples already firmly erect. The spell broke as Holly reluctantly freed herself from the grinning Laura’s grasp. Holly spluttered, excusing herself from the room to go to the toilet. Both males still seemingly oblivious to what had just transpired then also.

Laura watched as a flustered Holly glanced back, Laura winked at her as she went out of the cabin. At their request Laura sat down beside Matt and MC. To talk about what they were going to do. Having sensed Holly’s sexual need. She also observed Matt’s, she glanced at the growing bulge in his trousers. MC wasn’t fairing any better either as she stole a quick look at his tent stump. Obviously they were more than aware of the sexual atmosphere generated minutes ago.

Laura knew that sooner or later, social niceties would give way to sexual need. Her abused body said it couldn’t allow any more hurt. Her Richford woman’s mindset said otherwise and she felt the alleged curse well up in her again. The same curse that Amy had, Laura shivered, thinking of how she was treated at Amy’s age and now it was happening all over again to the next generation. Only that next generation was her daughter and the girls trapped inside this nightmare.

Val was at the door with Megan and Joe to meet the ambulance. “Take him to the clinic. Don’t transfer him unless I say so” Joe told the medic quietly. Val didn’t go with Jim Remaining to clarify things with Hector and his crew, plus fill Joe in on exactly who was running this show? Megan also declined to go saying. “I’m staying with you mum. I want to be here to get that bitch Holly and her so called dad. He owes me big time.”

The Ambulance took off with Jim still unconscious inside. Joe dispersed the other two deputies sent up from the town to scour the woods as they had local knowledge and one of them worked on the estate at one time.
Giving orders for the others to be taken alive and unharmed. Meanwhile Val had Joe, Hector, plus Megan, sat around the large table she was so fond of fucking on in the lounge. Recently the scene of Megan’s latest defilement. The girl looked at Joe as he smiled over at her remembering her firm pale butt and the dark haired sloppy cunt she had exhibited to him. Val said “Yes Megan I did clean those stains off. Joe, hector? Any thoughts of a repeat scenario with me or my daughter can be forgotten right now.”

Val glowered at her daughter.
“Megan, leave us. Your fanny’s distracting the ahem… gentlemen.” “Hector.” She grinned. “Tell the sheriff who you are? Plus why you’re here? He appears to be getting conflicting stories regarding our… loyalties.” Val said through gritted teeth while watching Megan depart closing the door loudly behind her. Hector explained who he was, who they worked for, his position within the associates organisation, then finally, the reason they were there. He went on in the associates broken English.

“Billy wanted to turn the estate and all the connected financial and business assets attached to it over to the cartel. Billy was to run the north area as usual with the cartel meeting to discuss who their man to work alongside him would be, the candidates were to be invited to stay at the House while the talks went on.

Val took over explaining, “I had been determined to stick to my plan of Holly marrying in to the family then producing an heir to get our hands on Holly’s family fortune. Thus all would have legally become ours after Holly and Matt’s sad demise. As sole beneficiary, Holly’s late mother and stepfathers combined wealth from their estates would be hers.

Therefore as Mrs Jim Richford and with a child together any legacy would be left to Jim and the child, all legal and above board. Allowing me to distance the family from the Cartel. Be who we really are. That however has now been well and truly fucked up.”

The wicked Val had a plan B, designed to retain her position as Matriarch. Having made Hector an offer he just couldn’t refuse. They would back Hector in an upcoming coup to set him up as the boss of bosses in the North. All under her scrutiny and say so of course.

Billy didn’t care for that idea though, he had arranged to double cross Hector and his crew. Using them as scapegoats to frame Val and the rest of the family. The cartel would then administer its own style of retribution. Hector and his men would be treated accordingly as traitors.

Meantime, Billy would sail into the sunset Scot-free, his little empire intact and all resistance eliminated. Joe listened intently to the layout of her plan, also how he would benefit from it by colluding with her and not Billy and the old regime. Joe knew he had no choice in the matter. Val Richford had always got her own way with him.

Holly had just sat to piss and had her pants at her knees, she squatted legs apart holding her knickers and trousers out so not to wet them. The moist musky droplets from her pussy lips betrayed the real reason she was outside squatted in this position. Not for the call of nature but her need to relieve another natural instinct.

Her dribbling hole now moist. She lay back on the grass and rubbed her aching clit. Sighing and moaning while her moist cunt lips pulsed in anticipation of her feeding their inner sanctum with some form of phallic relief.

This came in the shape of her two middle fingers. Rubbing in little circles at her clit with one hand, she dildoe’d and frigged her pale bald slit with the same fingers of the other. Holly heard voices from somewhere which abruptly halted her need for release. While all used fingers remained motionless within and on her moistened vaginal entrance. She listened intently? Someone was heading in her direction? Quickly recovering her composure Holly yanked up her knickers then raced back to the cabin.

Matt and MC headed out to see who was there both Laura and Holly waited at the cabin for the girls to return. Against the strong advice of both men. Shots rang out along with girls screams? Then an eerie silence? Matt raced back to the cabin, breathlessly he explained the girls had been taken by two deputies. He thought MC was dead!! He seen him fall and not move? “We better get the hell out of these woods and as far from here as possible.

“Oh yeah! thanks Matt you prick, that’s my daughter they just took!” The shaking Laura snapped at him. “What about Chloe and Mary? Oh and those other two girls, that you two roped in to this fucking sham wedding. They will kill them too, if they’re lucky. You know what they do to the girls they capture. For gods sake man help me get my girl back.”

Laura was in hysterics. “Of course we will Laura” Holly stated, drawing daggers at her stepfather while trying to comfort the distraught aunt. Matt cursed. “Oh fuck sure, great, yeah, thanks Holly. Fine. Well lets go then. I don’t want to be caught by those bastards again, we wont be so lucky next time.”

“Well now, what we got here?” The deputy said eyeing up Amy and Mary. Both were kneeling, hands cuffed behind their backs. MC lay motionless blood seeping from his head. The other deputy looked him over. “He’s gone for sure cant see him breathing no pulse. lets get these two back. Their holding prisoners at the big house locking them up there before deciding what to do with them. Mary had never seen these two before even though she knew most of the local cops.

“Hey Mike, how about some fun for a spell, before we take these two ripe li’l pussies in. They’re only going to get used as fresh meat anyhow.”
Amy and Mary started sobbing on hearing this, Mary was trying to convince them her uncle was also a cop!
Her requests were futile. Mary and Amy were well aware of the hurt and pain these men liked to inflict. Amy aware also her teenaged pussy hadn’t yet tasted a real penis!

Both lawmen took one of the girls and went separate ways into the woods.
The one with Mary had the girl cruelly bent over a tree stump, even as she tried to tell him who she was? He didn’t care saying “Yeah right so why you running round out here with them. Huh? Lyin li’l slut, what you take me for girl.” Mary’s sob’s and claim to being who she said fell on deaf ears, because this guy’s only interest was on getting his prick buried up her tight ass.

Hauling her dress up her back, exposing her firm panty clad ass cheeks to the cool air. Ragged finger nails scratched at her thighs when her panties were viciously pulled to her knees, forcing little shocked gasps from the beautiful young redhead. Her exposed ghostly white ass cheeks and pale pink slit grabbed his attention as he bent down while slipping her panties clean off.

Thrusting the moistened gusset of her pale blue cotton briefs under his nose, her musky scent flooded his senses. The throbbing head inside his trousers now took complete control over the thinking head on his shoulders as his lust raged within him.

He secured the protesting Mary’s legs by cuffing them together at her ankles, afterward he ran his hands up the back of her stretched legs to the pale mounds of her butt cheeks, fondling both and making them jiggle. His thumbs spread them apart exposing her little star.
Mary’s crinkled, pink bordered hole, a small brown dot in the valley of short flame red pubes spreading round from the thick bushel on her young cunt.

Leaning into the wailing teenager’s open butt cheeks he inhaled long sniffs at her exposed hole before slipping his tongue into its dark recess, burrowing a slimy trail of saliva into Mary’s delectable anus. His oral ministrations were rapidly replaced with physical ones when one finger then another slipped along the rectal path his tongue had pioneered.

Mary screamed when he quickly widened his fingers, painfully stretching her slackened anus further. The oily wetness from inside her rectum easing the entry of a third finger alongside the others. Mary wiggled her ass in a vain attempt to ease the force of his digits slopping roughly in and out of her burning anal tract.

Withdrawing his hand he shoved his stained fingers toward her mouth, Mary turned her head to escape the foul stained fingers. She was very quickly rewarded with a severe spanking to her already aching bottom. The blows to her shiny wet ass cheeks were so hard that his hand was imprinted on them. Scream inducing Slap after slap scorched onto Mary’s pale buttocks, turning them as red as her pubes with each painful delivery.

Mary knew what further punishment she would endure when she heard the sound of his zipper coming down. A rough fumble in her sopping slit made her protests clam up as she felt his knob end thrust up her slick cunt.

Mary grunted as the air left her lungs.The remainder of his long thin tool following quickly behind its thick purple head.
Jack hammering into her baby trail. He pummeled her cunt from behind for a few minutes before pulling from her grasping pussy with a slimy sounding liquidity.

Turning her over onto her back caused sharp pains to shoot up the poor girls aching arms. Her own weight forcing more pain into her cramped, cuffed wrists. He loosened her ankle cuffs, kicked her legs apart then thrust his stained fingers between her wide spread thighs into her already ravaged inner labia. Withdrawing them minutes later and wiping their sticky moisture across her pouting mouth.

Mary grunted, swearing and cursing him throughout her brutal assault, this only elicited a horrific attack on her small pale 32a tits with his other hand. Twisting her nipples until she screamed while quickly resuming the rape on her fiery red pubed vagina with his brick hard erection.
Her pale pink nippled tits were battered, fingerprinted, mauled and bitten into deep red, purple bruised mounds.

Mary screamed, moaned, pleaded for release. Not only in pain but pained pleasure! Her previous sexual abuse’s at Carson’s fueling her new found sexual proclivities. A hunger for satisfaction, a savage rage. Ignited during her coerced sexual couplings with the deceased Carson and now inflamed further by this latest sadistic assault.

The simmering orgasm that was now broiling between Mary’s sweat soaked thighs threatening to erupt while the grunting deputy humped her harder, faster, toward the finale. Groaning louder and louder he ground into her depths, his aching ball sack thumped her battered ass cheeks.

Mary fully expected to feel him empty into her womb any second. She heard a dull thud?? Her rapists body pulled upright and stiffened, forcing his pulsating cock even deeper into her cunt, making her screech loudly. He smiled down at her, with a surprised almost shocked look on his face. Eyes wide, staring blankly into hers. He then fell backwards, as if in slow motion, his stiff member spurting globs of spunk as it released from Mary’s grasping gash. The sound resembling water slurping down a drain hole.

Some of his spend landed on her matted ginger pubes as he dropped to the ground with a thump. The large hole between his shoulder blades revealed the reason for his premature withdrawal and ejaculation. Mary’s abrupt ending to her ordeal was tinged with a depraved sense of loss that her climax never reached its peak.

Laura, Holly and Matt stood over the dead man, Matt with his gun in his hand stood open mouthed amazed at Laura. Who believing her daughter was the victim of his brutal onslaught, had aimed with surprising precision. Right into the deputies body shattering his heart. The fact not one of them present batted an eyelid at the killing was evidence of the change in them all. With regard to their life and the changing fortunes in their own uncertain future. This was a fight for survival, they all knew these measures were what would be required if they were to live to tell the tale.

Meanwhile, Matt got caught staring albeit unconsciously, at Mary’s wet red cunt. Her dripping pussy lips and pronounced pink gash were slashed into a valley on her aroused vulva. Holly was helping Mary get her hands free and both girls quickly pulled the discarded blue briefs over her abused holes. Matt had got hard observing Mary’s open pussy, his bulge a tell as the girls noticed. Laura also knew he had got an eye full. She felt a slight pang of jealousy at his lust for Mary’s very desirable younger wares.

Mary’s story still troubled Laura though. She had thought it peculiar that anyone given a chance to escape from the alleged life of hell she claimed to have been living. Would inform the Richford Police Department, knowing how corrupt they all were and putting her life at risk?

Holly was just embarrassed. Catching a whiff of Mary’s abused sex while aiding the weakened girl get her panties back on had her cunt tingling. Mary’s distended pink clit had looked so prominent against the ravishing red haired woman’s pale skin and flaming bush as Holly so closely observed while staring into her savaged vagina.

Holly couldn’t quite believe these lesbian tendency’s she had acquired since Chloe had seduced her? Holly had to rapidly pull herself back to reality when Mary related what happened. How both she and Amy were separated. She looked at Laura who knew her little Amy was probably sharing a similar fate at the hands of her attacker? Laura was angry and so distraught at the thoughts of her young girl being violated similarly by these fuckers.

Matt meanwhile had the presence of mind to take the dead lawman’s cell phone and police radio. Hiding the lifeless body in the undergrowth. They all headed off together, afraid to get lost or split up again. Mary limped achingly slowly. Feeling the residue of her rape drip between her legs and soak into her panties. “Fuck.” she thought. “I have to get out of this shit.

Part 7.

While Mary was having to endure being fucked. The tiny Amy had been forced to slowly remove the clothing from her nubile frame. Her thin teen legs paddled wildly against the 4×4’s tailgate, while howling screams from its interior heralded Amy's vaginal de-floration had begun. Leading to Amy’s subsequent loss of vaginal virginity to the 8 inch thrusting rod of her rapist.

The sex crazed deputy hammered into her squelching vice like snatch, while his deep hard thrusts solicited tortured gasps and grunts from the gagged elfin like waif beneath his 200lb frame. Amy’s small tight juicy vagina treacherously gripped his tool in its velvety clamp like introitus, intending against its owners fervent wishes to milk the long hard phallus within its firm grip. Amy’s teeny tits were bruised with the severe mauling, sucking, and abuse inflicted on them. Her nipples were like rivets, their hardness betraying her unsolicited arousal at the humiliating brutalisation and plunder of her young attributes
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Though this would be nothing to the abuse he cruelly intended to be further inflicted on his victim. Amy wailed in pain and defeat when he finally filled her squirming, weeping young body with his creamy spunk. The long glistening, pink tinged rod, slurped from Amy’s slackened sheath. His gooey, slick white spend oozed from within her once virginal vagina. He watched breathless at the lava like progress of its meander while running down her damp furred puffy labia. Unintentionally lubricating Amy’s tight puckered anus as it dribbled onward to hang from her ass crack before stringing to the deck of the truck.

The dead mans radio crackled “Mike, where the hell are you two? We want to get this thing done and dusted. Joe’s getting shit faced here, wants you to come back ASAP! Over. Matt replied “Uhh be right there. Over.” Laura said “how are we going to help them now its hopeless, Amy’s probably dead or as good as.” She broke down in hysterics. Both other women comforted her as best they could.

“Matt you have to go get some help we cant do this ourselves.” Holly pled to him.
“OK honey. You three keep the radio and listen for their movements, I’ll do the best I can to get help.” Matt disappeared further into the dense woodland. The three women also went looking for cover as it was cold and the light would be fading soon. Laura sobbed. “I cant help thinking of the torture my little girl may be going through? I cant take this, I have to find my baby.” Laura took off at speed, disappearing into the gloom and dense wooded foliage. “Laura come back, its to dangerous.” Holly’s pleas faded as the frantic mother sped further into the darkness.

Laura was traipsing ghost like through the tree lined path next to the driveway when she came across the police cruiser with its tailgate down. Amy’s clothing was lying strewn around it? She looked around and inside, their was blood and semen on the floor? Where were the occupants?

Screams from the woods nearby alerted her to their possible whereabouts.
Laura ran to see who was screaming.
She froze seeing Amy naked from behind, bent over at waist height her arms stretched out and tied together at the wrists to a nearby tree. Her soiled legs were spread open and tied with climbing ropes to tent pegs which the cop had hammered into the ground securing his prey at the angle he wanted.

Her spunk covered holes were splayed open. The half naked deputy still sported a raging hard on, even though he had obviously fucked the unfortunate teen girl very recently. Evident even from Laura,s distance. The bubbling semen leaked and dripped from her baby’s raven haired mound. The sadistic cop with his belt in hand was about to tenderise Amy’s reddened buttocks further when Laura distracted him by tripping over, alerting him to her presence. Laura was unable to extract herself from the thorn bush she was tangled up in, her clothing was snagged! sadly, so was she.

Amy plaintively screamed to her mum for help on hearing her voice. Laura suddenly became aware of his hands cuffing hers together around her back. Her ankles were next, she was then dragged into the clearing, her dress and top torn or ripped off leaving her in rags. Her ample tits and rounded hips were given a good feel by the randy cop. Climbing rope was then attached to her cuffed hands then passed through her ankle cuffs. Leaving mummy writhing around, hog tied and screaming dire retributions at him. Until he gagged her that is.

Laura watched the horror begin to unfold as she lay helpless, half naked and unable to do anything but cry tears of utter despair. Amy soon found out mummy wasn’t going to be any help to anyone. Returning to little Amy’s pert red ass, he ran his hands over her hot spanked cheeks then thrust his finger into her small wet puckered anus. Causing her to groan and plead pitifully at the imminent progression from his finger to his 2” inch thick, 8” long throbbing cock.

“Oh Please Mr, no please, its to big it wont fit, it’ll hurt? She sobbed heavily. Laura thrashed around unable to take her eyes from her daughters upturned bum as it awaited its induction to the practice of sodomy.

“Aw you better believe it will.” He snarled while his cock bumped against her firm bum cheeks. She begged again, louder. “No don’t. I know how it hurts. Dont not there. I’m good at sucking you said! please mister. Fuck my pussy. Cum up my cunt again! I loved you in my pussy daddy!

Amy continued begging, while her mums anguished wails were pitiful to listen to. “I’ll suck you all you want, I’ll be a good daddy’s girl this time, really daddy, I will.” Her frantic pleading at him to stop was doomed. Laura heard her child begging desperately for mercy, her muffled threats to kill the bastard tormenting her young girl of no worry to the son of a bitch cop about to inflict utter agonies on her baby’s upturned tightened sphincter.

Amy made a sound like a small child crying when the lawman slowly introduced her tight slick butt hole to his knob end. Fighting for breath, sweating, she squirmed in her bonds, her breathing coming in short sharp agonising gasps played in rhythm to the grunts and unnh unnh unnh sounds that rang in her mums ears when his hard brutal assault finally drove his cock past her resisting sphincter and he rutted her like a dog on a bitch.

Ravaging her as Billy had earlier. Only this time she was being buggered to the full extent. Her small anal opening pulled in and out relentlessly. Her body was hanging and rocking back and forth while her protagonist savaged her asshole turning her little teen rectum into a gloppy pain filled mess when she felt his hot vile sauce blast into her young bowels
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The pain which coursed through her aching muscles felt so bad, though a hundred times worse when he eventually pulled his softening tool from her burning shitter. The flaccid brownish stained penis was quickly followed by a liquid sounding fart, which sent streams of mucky semen trailing down Amy’s petite ass cheeks, her little body which hung on her ropes limply, seemed drained of all life, only her bonds plus the little tree they were tied to holding her up.

Simultaneously Laura rolled about in frustration at being unable to defend her little girl this time while crying terribly at the cruel treatment being dished out to Amy and her by these monsters. Soon both she and Amy were in the basement with Clair and Sam and the associates. Also present was a very pissed off Val, Joe the Sheriff, and a smirking fully dressed Megan, well as fully dressed as Megan manages given her taste in clothing.

Her tits stretched the black halter style vest she wore, her braless 34b mounds with protruding nipples arced the material as it flowed down to her bared pale navel. The naked skin a border between the vest and her very short green ditsy flowered Ra ra skirt which suggested she lacked underwear. The teasing teen witch deliberately flashed her pale thighs and pouting raven pubed cunt at the three amigos and Hector who sat cuffed to their seats.

Her antics only heightened the ferocity of the erections in their pants. All the men knew what a whore she was having seen her in action with Frankie. She knew also that given half a chance, if they got access to her well used holes those orifices would be rendered permanently useless when they finished with her.
This thought moistened her slit, Megan slipped a hand under the skirt, revelling in the associate’s obvious discomfort as she observed them watching.

Her hand re-appeared from her skirted crotch enabling the guy’s a lingering glimpse of her wet inner labia when she slowly withdrew her moist, sticky fingers from within her aroused introitus. Megan sucked seductively at her musk scented fingers, while slowly drawing her knees together, bringing the curtain down on their impromptu show. The beautiful teen pouted demurely in her frustrated audience’s direction as they shifted around on their seats.

The grounds were being thoroughly searched now in an effort to capture Holly as Mary wasn’t on their radar. They hid in the woods, dodging from place to place trying to avoid capture. The area they were in was getting smaller as the ring of police tightened their grip and lessened places for them to hide. Holly preyed Matt had got away to get outside help. The sound of men’s voices closed in on their hideout. The radio crackled as information went between the search teams. There was no escape as the girl’s tried to run again only to be halted by gunshots.

Holly wept inconsolably, aware of the terrible grudge held against her by Val and Billy. She pondered the wickedness that would be perpetrated on her again before the Richford‘ s carried out their final revenge. How ironic this thought was considering she was the one who had expected to be getting her revenge on them.

To be continued if wanted. Thanks for past comments, future comments much appreciated.

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