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The golden field was full of beer drinking good ole boys and NRA enthusiasts. It had been one hell of a fight and the local county law men were mightily relieved to have had them here; those guys packed some heavy duty firepower. Everyone knew what was a stake and those fuckers had it coming.

It would have never happened if not for the tip off, the searching scaled back some time ago. The crazies were all dead now but so was one of the cops own men, the recriminations no doubt to follow.

At the moment though all waited for the search party to just get it over with and bring the inevitable bodies out.

Suddenly there was a cheer.

They were alive.

The temperature inside the cab must have been nearly ninety but the beautiful woman remained seated watching the queue of irate cars and trucks which hadn't moved in over twenty minutes. She tapped her nails on the dash board of the brightly painted mini bus as she struggled with her impatience.

She could feel the eyes of the man seated next to her lingering on sweat beads forming on her long neck and firm cheek bones.

"I'm sorry Miss Sims," the sweaty man said hoping she'd turn to look at him so he could admire her full pouting lips. "I had no clue we'd run into this tail back."

Natasha shifted on her seat and the man couldn't help glancing at her firm hot thigh as her mini skirt rode up ever so slightly.

It had been one of those days nothing going right. In fact the whole trip had been difficult to say the least. The idea to take her students away for the weekend had backfired and she'd spent most of the time trying to keep them in line not to mention the accommodation falling far short of acceptable.

She finally glanced to the bus driver next to her who in turn smiled a cracked tooth grim like an eager puppy dog hoping for a hint of acceptance.

"And this drooling fool hasn't helped," she thought to herself uncharitably.

There was a giggle and a female yelp of fun from outside and the bus driver's eyes trailed from the firm figured redhead sat next to him to heat haze covered mirages of loveliness standing along side the road.

Miss Sims seeing his eyes lingering gave an audible grunt of disgust and opened the door.

"Concentrate on getting us back to the college!" She snapped, stepping down onto the hot road her heels clicking on the gravel. She had decided it was time to round up her young charges.

The bright yellow mini bus had certainly attracted a little bit of attention on this jammed road. With stationary engines running for nearly half an hour many pairs of eyes had decided this was the only thing worth a second look.

Miss Sims was the English teacher at the Rose of Texas finishing college for young ladies. The flowery emblem and title were emblazed across the buses side; but it was the gaggle of students stretching their legs and trying to cool off which had captivated most driver's eyes and minds for so long.

"Girls lets get back in now shall we?" Asked Natasha striding up to the side of a gas tanker.

The young man leaning out of the cab window saw the beautiful teacher sauntering confidently towards him and his grin got even wider.

Hanging on his every word or certainly acting like that where Bianca and Sandy. Both girls were blonde angels; waif slim, pouting lips and school girl seductive manners. Dressed in their blue sweaters and knee high college skirts the driver had been staring down into their sexy eyes for an eternity, while other surrounding car drivers had been gazing lustfully at their stretch long legs almost on tip toe as they thrust their heads higher towards the man.

As the teacher approached the pair she shook her head in disapproval, especially at the taller of the two girls.

Bianca Highcastle was absolutely breathtaking to behold and she knew it. Legs that went up to heaven on a slim model like figure her breasts high and rounded with a perfect arse and of course long blonde hair left loose to cascade down to the small of her back. She had a reputation of walking around the school with an unmatched elegance that left other girls looking jealous and guys drooling. Her snooty attitude as queen bitch of the school matched her rich upbringing on her parents million dollar fortune. She was difficult to handle both as a student and girlfriend; Miss Sims had heard all about her reputation of going through guys as quickly as she did her fathers cash.

"Miss Hardcastle, back in the bus, if you would be so kind."

Bianca turned and gave a shrug as if to say," what did I do?" Then she grinned and turned back to the eager young man.

"Bye sweetie," she said with a glint in her eyes then left him, swinging her hips catwalk style back to the bus.

"Hey maybe we could…"

The young driver was cut short as she gave a dismissive wave without looking back her upturned nose pointing snootily skyward.

"You're ok to pass a boring half hour with but don't get ideas above your station, please!"

Sandy her cute companion smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"Sorry," she said to the frowning driver," it's not personal she always that rude with boys."

Then she too spun around curtly giving Miss Sims a military salute and marched back to the bus, the chastised driver still admiring the two girl's similarities as they went.

Sandy Michaels was a few inches shorter at only slightly below average height' like Bianca she had shapely legs which today she had accentuated by wearing thigh high white stockings. She had a cute face without the arrogant cast of her friend with baby blue eyes compared to Bianca's flashing green, she also had shoulder length blonde hair pulled back into pig tails and slightly overlarge breasts for her small lithe frame. With her big eyes and sexy stocking pins she'd really nailed that Japanese Magna school girl look.

As he watched them go the truck driver couldn't argue with their confident claims a few minutes earlier to be the two hottest girls in their college.

Miss Sims didn't give the driver another thought as she now turned to the wolf whistles from the cars ahead of her. As she neared the dirty old Buick 3 guys hung from the window hollering. Along the side the jam was a tall high stepping brunette. She balanced on the road side, stretching, cart wheeling and high kicking a practiced routine as her impromptu audience watched mesmerized at the beauty in the tight college skirt and top.

Michelle Wood was a cheerleader and this was the only thing she really knew anything about; which was the main reason her parents had decided she needed this extra year at finishing college before heading off into the big wide world. Admired in the school by others for despite her lack of intelligence she persevered. She was a tall girl with an athletic build everything about her been toned curves and firmness. She was envied at the school for her rock hard breasts, tight ass and killer figure. She had angelic features with a wide full lipped mouth that begged to be kissed and deep brown eyes that you could be lost for eternity in. Long lustrous brown hair held in a single long ponytail down her back completed her appearance.

Michelle finished a spectacular cartwheel and looked across to her teacher with a broad gleaming grin on her face.

Miss Sims gave her a wry smile back.

"Let's go the shows over."

Her captive audience gave a groan of disappointment then a round of applause as she ran past giggling. In more than one car the occupants had wondered upon seeing the stretches and manoeuvres that Michelle performed with ease and would make any contortionist proud what would she be like in bed and what could she do?

One of the Buicks guys on seeing the new sexy teacher in her elegant business suit, short skirt and heels gave her a playful call.

How about you Miss, fancy giving us an encore?"

Natasha glared at him her temper rising then saw the young mans shocked reaction. They were only kids after all.

"Sorry, "she said giving a jock melting wink, "I think you've had enough excitement for one day."

The busy teacher found her final student under a low willow tree. The young woman sat cross legs engrossed in her book. Her raven black hair looked like a cascade of oil down over her impressive sweater encased breast. She wore black rimmed oval glasses which accentuated her fabulous lashes and deep blue eyes.

Sophie Tyler was the final of the four hot college weekenders and also happens to be the most intelligent. She was top of every class and first in every test. In every sense a teachers pet but her gorgeous looks completely saved her from the derision of being a nerd. Like her less academic friends she too had dreamy legs with a trim figure a measurable benefit of her elite schools fantastic gym facilities.

She looked up chewing a pencil between her fabulous lips and arched her back in a theatrical over stretch. Her magnificent breasts thrust forward, larger than all the other girls but firm and high a dream cushion for any man or woman her butt shapely and tight a reward from her exercise.

School brain box or not Natasha knew this one was just as likely to tease and use her charms when the opportunity arose.

As her final student climbed into the back of the bus Miss Sims heard the young truck driver calling.

"Hey Miss."

She tried to ignore him but he shouted louder

"Miss!"

She looked to the sky for divine patience

"Yes?" She said in a high school mistress manner

He had some advice.

"I've just been wondering why you guys don't take the turning just two miles back. It runs through the valley it's a longer road but least you'll be moving. Its locals only though, not sign posted for Joe public."

Natasha was unimpressed.

"Why haven't you then?" She asked hands on hips, her academic head kicking in.

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the 30 ft of tanker he was hauling.

"This thing's not exactly made for country roads"

She gave a looked along the shimmering length of steel trailer. The midday heat was getting unbearable and now most cars appeared to has either overheated or the occupants given up moving anytime soon.

Back in the bus the college driver wiped his brow his eyes wide in his rear view mirror watching his sexy young passengers. Suddenly his door opened Sims looking inside her finger out in an ordering manner.

Natasha Sims was the dream teacher of the Rose of Texas schools entire male population of academics, support staff and bus driver. She had a deserved reputation as a fiery redhead with a body that even the uber-babes in his back seats would envy. She oozed sexuality and the tight mini skirts she had worn today along with her firm breasts and a small curvaceous ass had severely affected his concentration. He knew that this school English teacher didn't approve of slackers and would have no hesitation in giving voice to her disapproval with great heat that matches her hair.

"Now I'm going to tell you how to get us back home, since you don't seem to have a clue!" She said in her arrogant tone.

"Any arguments?" She added.

The driver gave a gulp aware the girls in the back had also frozen from their animated debates as Miss Sims spoke.

"No ma'm I haven't," he instantly replied unwilling to lock horns with such a fierce goddess.

They found the turning like the trucker had said maybe a mile and a half back down the road. He was not joking about getting his truck down there as it looked like nothing more than a dirt track.

The bus driver gave a smirk and looked at the woman next to him.

She didn't react and nodded for him to take the turning.

"He said it was local traffic only," she added angrily," what did you expect, a freeway?"

The road to her relief did begin to widen and firm up into a clear drivable passage and as they started to make good head way the driver gave her a nod of respect.

"Looks pretty good now miss."

Then he pointed to an old rusty road sign telling them they were 60 miles from their destination.

The lush high grass country side shimmered in the afternoon heat but with the windows open and the bus heading at speed the cool air made the young women's expensive hair styles billow.

In the back Bianca brushed her long golden mane from her chiselled face laughing at how the truck driver had acted.

Sophie touched her lip with her finger as if in thought.

"He was quite cute though wasn't he?"

Bianca shrugged her shoulders. "I've known better."

"You mean you've had better." Michelle added.

The group laughed in agreement.

"Did you see Miss with Michelle's little fan club back there?" Sandy added, the bronze tanned cheerleader shrugging her shoulders resigned to the fact she certainly knew how to put on a show.

"Yeah I though for a second she was going to rip his head off." The dancing babe replied.

"You know what she needs?" Bianca added under her breath.

And Sophie lent to her ear to whisper. "Yeah and I think Pedro driving up front would be first in the queue to give it to her."

Sandy put on a passable Al Pacino accent griping her groin. "Hey mizz Sims say hello to my little friend!" And group erupted again the driver frowning from the cackle, Miss Sims turning to quieten them down.

Crasshhhhhhhhhh!!!

There was a scream and yelps as window glass showered the back seat passengers. Natasha saw a large figure momentarily at the side of the van the sun blinding the occupants from seeing clearly out of the back window.

The girls spun their necks and saw a distorted backlit figure in the road a halo of golden grass and sunshine putting him into a dancing, pirouetting silhouette.

"Jezzzzzz what the…" Pedro had swerved the bus but had managed to get it back under control.

"Have we hit something, what's happened?"

Natasha gripped his arm; she had caught the best sight of the strange figure.

"Don't stop do you hear. Just keep going!"

Seeing her beautiful eyes full of horror Pedro slammed his foot on the accelerator.

There was a strange noise in the vehicle. The girls were hollering and cursing but one of them had heard it; below at her feet.

Sophie bent down her hand searching in the foot well.

"Oh my God!" Cried Bianca then gave a giggle of surprise.

Sandy and Michelle also burst out in embarrassed shocked giggling.

Sophie brought the buzzing firm piece of plastic up in front of her spectacled nose her long lashed eyes crossing in surprise at her new found projectile. Natasha held her hand over her mouth as the bright pink phallus squirmed and hummed, Bianca adding the obvious in words.

"Someone's just thrown a fucking vibrator through the God damn window!"

They all just seemed to stare in disbelief at the fat 6 inch cock, Sophie holding it at the base upright frozen like a rabbit in head light. It was ribbed corn cob surface not smooth more like solid chunky peanut butter. The raven beauties mouth quivered as her eyes traced the knotted uncomfortable looking length, her imagination working overtime.

"Ohhhh my it's…"

Sandy snapped her out of it.

"Throw the fucking thing away! You don't know where it's been!"

Instantly Sophie reacted and with one disgusted grunt tossed the rubber cock out into the corn fields as the bus continued to zoom at breakneck speed.

Once rid of it the girls then began to panic and Natasha had to shout to be heard. But she never finished her sentence as suddenly the bus lurched; the track was too narrow for its speed and screaming in unison they careered into a small ditch

Thudddddddddd!!!

Five aching minutes later they all began to recover along side the steam belching mini bus. Pedro examined the front wheel and reported it had buckled.

The girls stood arms across breasts surveying the problem. Miss Sims was looking nervously back down the road. What had she seen? It looked like a massive figure in rags, and his face? A bizarre mask? She couldn't be sure. She flicked open her mobile and groaned.

"Shit! No signal."

She shielded her eyes squinting back down the road. The assailant must be a good few miles behind at least. Pedro had really hit the gas when she told him to.

"What kind of sick prankster throws a dildo through a moving cars window?"

She shook her head annoyed at her own stupid thoughts. "Who throws a dildo at anything?"

The bus had come off the road at a fork. There was a pre 40's sign saying "Merryville half a mile ahead." The other fork continued on the main route.

"Ok I'm going to go get help." Announced Natasha. "This Merryville must have a phone or somebody to tow us."

"And leave us here?" Asked Bianca. "No fucking way!" The other girls were shocked at her vulgar language to her teacher.

"We should all stick together." Suggested Sophie; then she too looked ominously back down the road.

Pedro gave a wink to Bianca and Sandy. "Stay here with me I will protect you. " He said this in a heroic movie style way pushing out his chest. The girls looked at each other with sceptical eyes and tilted their head in amusement.

"Yeah sure." They added in disbelief.

The unshaven little man reached into his bus and pulled out a gleaming revolver.

"You bring a gun on a college bus!" Natasha went ballistic. "Are you a lunatic?"

Sophie stepped in again keeping them focused. "No miss; but maybe that guy back there is?"

Bianca changed her mind.

"I'm staying here with the bus."

Sophie rolled her eyes and looked at Natasha. "I'll stay too miss if you want."

Miss Sims nodded in acceptance. It made sense for Sophie to stay, she was the smart one.

"Ok Sandy, Michelle looks like we've got a little walk."

The road was a slight winding incline and slowly the three women began to feel the heat and strain on their bodies. Natasha suffered the most her heels making dirt track walking difficult. Michelle had stripped her regulation sweater before setting off and put on her t shirt out of sight of that leering bus driver. She'd also stripped to shorts her fantastic tanned legs glistening with sweat. Miss Sims had also undone her suited blouse exposing a deep cleavage; but the pale Sandy remained in her sweater her body feeling intensely humid beneath.

After what was an energy sapping climb they came past an old gas station totally derelict then onto a number of empty run down barns. The air was full of humming insects and the tree canopy made the sun hit the grown in piercing shafts of light.

Off the road maybe half a mile away across high grass fields they could see a large colonial style farm house. There was washing on a long line, and noises of farm machinery.

"Let's hope they have a phone," Sandy said wiping her brow.

It had been 30 minutes since the women had set off and back at the damaged bus Sophie once again sat under a tree reading. Bianca had remained in the bus long legs up on the seat corn stork in her mouth. She too had changed into tight shorts and a cut down top. Pedro was near by still holding his revolver. He wiped his brow his eyes focused on Bianca rising and falling chest her t shirt drenched in sweat the valley between her breasts a dark stain. Unlike Michelle she had been less coy in changing in front of him.

She gave him a smile flexing her thighs stretching her calves.

"We feel soo much safer with you here." She said sweetly. Sophie looked up frowning over her book.

"For fucks sake!" She snarled giving the surprised blonde a knowing stare. "This is serious! We've no time for your fucking about."

Pedro had stopped listening anyway he had moved out into the road. He could hear something; an engine. He squinted in the blinding sunlight. A dark shape was appearing. Bianca and Sophie heard it too and sat up to look. It was a dirty flatbed pickup. All the windows were covered in grim the engine growling as it crunched through gears. Its rear flatbed had a black tarpaulin canopy fluttering at the machine gunned towards them.

The vehicle came closer and closer Pedro waving for it to slow. Sophie suddenly felt very uneasy. She pulled herself back against the tree trunk Bianca looking at her then back to the truck.

Pedro was caught in a moment of indecisions.

He raised the revolver, but too late

Aeiieeeeeeeeee! Thuddddddd!

The truck crashed into him the weapon flying into the corn Pedro folding like a house of cards

Bianca screamed; Sophie sexy mouth was open yawningly wide.

"Oh Shit!"

Bianca was standing knees locked together her hands over her mouth just staring in disbelief. The truck had rammed all the way into a tree trunk, Pedro's lifeless body crushed between the tree and engine block.

The driver's door burst open and a huge rag covered mound fell onto the ground. The thing had arms and legs and as it rolled around as if drunk Bianca could only watch in terror.

"For God sake get away from it!" Screamed Sophie, not wanting to leave the shelter of the tree line.

The lumbering figure raised itself up its face covered in a distorted mask of leather and rags. It eyes looked wild, its mouth dripping a fat human tongue with spittle running down his chin.

The fabulous blonde turned to run but the monsters hand reached from under its rags pulling out a strange pistol grip device.

Two darts attached to wires instantly jumped the twenty feet hitting Bianca squarely in the back. She gave a surprised grunt as the electricity coursed through her; then she dropped like a dead weight the Tazer type device knocking her unconscious.

"Ohhhhhhhh heavens no! Bianca!" Sophie gave a cry of despair and began to turn to escape, what else could she do?

The monster reached back inside his truck and with an animal roar pulled out a strange pole like device. It had a petrol chainsaw engine connected to a foot long pole. On the end of the pole was a fat dildo. The thing was bright pink and like the one early knotted and ribbed. This one was massive and as long as a man's fore arm and as thick, the bulbous axel greased end like a cone shaped hand.

He pulled the rip cord and the engine ignited the rod and greased maxi-sized dildo vibrating and juddering at petrol driven speeds.

Wielding the crazy cock above his head he staggered after the fleeing Sophie.

The busty student had seen Bianca motionless on road side but could do nothing.

She ran as the stumbling mad man followed.

As she fled she could hear the dildo buzzing terrifyingly close behind. She jumped through bushes and over tree trunks the mad man seeming to hit every obstacle possible. He acted as if he had four independent brains all trying to move a limb each, sometimes in completely opposite directions. But even so it was a terrifying few minutes before she realised she was alone in the dense undergrowth.

She fell to the floor pushing herself against a tree trunk her body hyperventilating, her breast bouncing like they too were petrol driven.

As Natasha, Sandy and Michelle approached the old farm building they felt sure this place could help. There were numerous cars and trucks in different states of disrepair along with a number of barns full of chugging machines, irrigation devices etc. At last there was someone to call to.

On the columned veranda sat two figures taking in the afternoon air. One was a middle aged plump farmers wife and beside her a man maybe her husband or maybe her father. He was scrawny and tight skinned. He sat in his old wheelchair even from a distance it was clear he had no legs below the tops of his thighs.

"Having trouble?" He shouted down as he puffed on a pipe.

His wife raised an eyebrow in suspicion and a little admiration.

In front of them there were three tired and perspiring beauties. Sandy's freckled face was flush from exercise her twin pony tail blonde hair adding to her 'Britney' school girl attire look. Michelle stood like a fine sculptured statue her perfect chest and tummy like she was indeed fashioned from stone, yet her brown puppy dog eyes and pleated hair made her look innocent and vulnerable. And finally Natasha her fucia pink business suit matched her red bobbed mane the fabric now pulled open her sweaty bra encased chest heaving and glinting in the sun her deep rich tan adding to her sultry appearance. She rubbed her calves together to wipe off the perspiration, her high heels giving her a dominant erect posture even after a one mile uphill hike.

"Can you help please," she asked in little hint of desperation in her voice. "We've broken down?"

The old man laughed rather rudely the wife standing up putting down her knitting and inviting them inside. "Off course my dears, come out of the sun."

The women were glad to be finally in the shade of the farm houses main entrance. The old man twisted his wheelchair like a pro darting along behind them. Sandy looked back over her shoulder and gave an embarrassed expression as the man winked and stuck his tongue out in a licking suggestive manner.

"We just need a phone," Natasha explained. Michelle also quickening her steps as the man pushed and nudge close up against her butt too.

"Hey do you mind," she snapped looking at her teacher for reassurance

"Pa! Behave yourself," barked the wife, "please he's only jesting, don't take offence."

Natasha gave an unnerved smile and picked up the old receiver. The line buzzed but no matter how she dialled she got no response.

"Ain't used it for years honey," explained ma unconcerned. Natasha gave a silent groan of frustration.

"Any mechanic around here we need a tow?"

The old man looked up. "Tow? Sure ma son can sort that out for ya real easy."

Great said Sandy shifting away from the seated man as his hands continue to wander. And all the women nodded in appreciation as they looked around the dusty bare interior.

"He's out at the moment but will be back real soon. Why don't ya take a rest?"

Natasha looked at her watch then thought of the mini bus." I suppose we have no choice but we're hoping he won't be long."

Ma gave them a smile offering a tray of ancient cookies. "Don't worry honey he won't be."

Back along the road the maniac had given up looking for the big titted bitch. He staggered back to his truck stepping over a moaning crawling Bianca. She gave a half conscious grunt as he lifted her up in his powerful arms, her legs hanging limp trainer feet dangling loosely.

"Uhh please I ughhhhh."

She groaned her hands pushing lightly against his oily rag covered chest. The sun was brilliant over head and as she looked up all she saw was a huge featureless black headed silhouette. He carried her to the damaged mini bus as she arched her back arms out like she waking from a deep sleep.

The maniac tilted her head down into the open window of the bus's driver's door. The door was jammed half open and he thrust her head and chest through so she had to quickly come to her senses standing almost on tip toes her hips against the door her shoulders touching the under side of the top of the opening.

"Ugh no, no ughhh you uggggg!" She grunted. Now with more energy returning to her body she had the will to argue, but it was too late. The man was binding her hands behind her back with cord pulling her cute wrists tight together.

Bianca screamed looking around confused and terrified. Once her arms were tied tight he pressed his massive hand between her shoulder blades to hold her in position. With his other hand he reached around to the inside of the door turning the window lever.


The window jacked up rapidly pushing into her t-shirt under her firm tits.

"Oh shit uhh stop stop!"

The glass thrust her tits up and out at the same time jamming her shoulders inside the frame. Her great ass raised and tensed her calves stretching to keep her feet on the ground. He had her pinned, bent over and jammed through the rigid doors window opening. Unable to use her hands to push the glass back down she could only wriggle from side to side.

"Oh God oh God what, what no please!"

The man ripped her tight ass shorts down to her sexy ankles, leaving only a white thong which his instantly snapped.

"Uhhhhhhhh stop, stop!"

She began babbling incoherently. She looked desperately around. It was the middle of the day in bright sunshine. The air was full of crickets and heat haze but she was so alone. She knew no one would come along this track and if they did would they even stop?

Burrrrrrrrrrrr!

"Oh fuck what?" Bianca tried to look over her shoulder. What was that?

Burrrrrrrrr! The maniac pulled the rip cord again.

She caught a glimpse of the fat bulbous pink cock head dripping with grease its shaft like a heavy tread tyre, hard square chunks on the fat rubber cylinder

He pulled again, this time…

Brrrrrrr uzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

The tip touched the nape of her back below her white t-shirt and slowly began to trace down the sweaty crack between her perfect peach ass cheeks. The tip was vibrating like a demented washing machine on full spin the buzz of sensation coursing through her spine as it sank down towards her clenched pussy.

"No, no, please ugh no nooooooooooooooo!"

About a quarter of a mile away Sophie heard the high pitch squeal of Bianca, the sound of the buzzing petrol cock also slightly evident. The buxom brain box began to pant in fear struggling to catch her breath. Ahead of her was another link road. She needed to get help; any help.

By now Bianca was giving a continuous oval pout with her luscious Barbie pink lips. Her screams had turned into one long unbreakable high pitch groan. She'd known since he'd dropped her with the Tazer that she was going to get it, she was no miss innocent; it had just mattered how.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooh!"

The narrow jellied tip of the cock had entered her easily and instantly began to weaken as well as lubricate her tight lips. The beast pressed firmly not ever weakening the pressure Bianca Ooooh 's reaching a high pitch as her walls opened and opened and opened until the widest rim of the cone head took advantage of a momentary weakness' in her strong pussy lips to pop into her void.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh God ugggggggggggggg!"

Her beautiful eyes were like saucers; staring at nothing in particular her chest tensed tits about to bust out of the tight nylon fabric. Her knees were pressed inwards almost at buckling point her ass trying to climb to the sky tip toe pushing her pelvis towards heavens in desperation. It felt like a rock band was playing with the volume all the way up on 10 inside her tight tunnel.

"Ooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The maniac was holding the chain cock with both hands like he was wielding a broadsword. The shiny steel rod whined at intense speed the pink Michelin tyre type cock attached to the end pump deep up Bianca's young but experience cunt. Her perfect teeth chattered as her mind went crazy.

"Oh God he's drilling it all the way to my throat!"

Now deep inside her hot haven she realised not only did it vibrate insanely rubbing her walls with the greased rubber knots it also pumped back and forth like a hammer drill giving her a incredible, unbearable burrowing sensations. She'd never felt a sensation as raw, as powerful or as unforgiving as this. For a second she imagined the teased Pedro standing watching in amusement, then her friends all pointing and sniggering.

The monster was fucking her steadily with his crazy device taking care to give long muscles sapping strokes each time pushing deep inside. Length was irrelevant the thing was as deep as her body could allow it to go; she was penetrated to her eye popping limits.

"Uggggggg noooooooooooooooouggggggg!" Her resonated words quickly becoming delirious.

She was foaming at her lips, eyes rolling back her upturned nose flaring. The maniac dropped his knee ramming in and up higher inside her, lifting her feet slightly from the ground pressing commandingly against her cervix the axel grease now foaming at her wide quivering juddering pussy lips.

"Oh Jezz no it can't go any higheieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

But it did!

BuzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZ!

The man grunted in delight pushing with all his might, angling higher; intent on keeping her in this ground lifting, impaled, fucked state. The tip pressed hard against her limits.

"Ugggggggukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Bianca gave an inhuman gargle her body for the second time in only a few minutes going limp as she luckily feinted. In seconds it realised it was fucking a rag doll and coughed to a halt.

The beast retracted his dripping glistening monster dildo examining the pummel like end satisfied he had pushed it as far as humanly possible up the leggy bitch.

Back in the farm house Natasha was getting impatient. The old couple seemed pleasant enough the pa smiling and ogling the girls the ma getting some coffee for all.

"Yes sir he'll be back soon," said the pa over and over, wiping his hand across his dirty shirt almost chuckling.

"Then ma son can sort you girls out good and proper." He added with a delighted tone." Don't ye worry about that."

Natasha looked at her watch it had been nearly an hour. She thought about the distance they had travelled from the dildo throwing incident before crashing. What if he had been following?

"Look I think we better get back I left some students at the bus and we can't…" Suddenly Michelle began to cough and splutter. Sandy and the old woman jumped forward to help.

"What wrong my dear?" Said Ma, Sandy holding Michelle's hand as she clutched her flat toned tummy.

"I feel sick a little feint as well." Michelle groaned trying to stand then thinking better of it.

"Miss I don't feel well."

Ma looked up at the teacher. "Its heat stroke do ya hear. You can't expect to walk around the Texas countryside in summer dressed like that, you're just asking for trouble."

Michelle really was beginning to pass out.

"I don't think she can walk back miss," advised Sandy the fat ma nodding in agreement.

"How far is this Merryville?" Sandy then asked. The woman stroked her chin," maybe a mile or more up the hill."

Natasha threw her arms up in frustration." But we've already walked about that and the sign post said…" The farmer's wife just shrugged her shoulders. "I'm only telling ya what I know."

"Will they have a phone there? Asked Natasha thinking through the options.

"I reckon so," came the reply.

Back on the main road Sophie hurried along looking over her shoulder constantly. She didn't know how far it was to a phone or house even, but if she kept on this route she'd get to someone eventually. Her stomach turned as she heard an engine, instantly she looked back and dipped into the undergrowth; but she could see nothing. The engine grew louder and she realised it was coming the other way the way she was walking. As she gingerly stepped out to look her heart rose in relief. It was a black and silver state trooper's car.

The road up to Merryville from the old farm grew steeper and steeper Natasha finding the new walk just as exhausting as the first. She wiped the sweat from her swan neck the rivulets of perspiration filling her cleavage. She could see back down to the fields and also up to a tree lined summit.

"It must be on top of this hill," she thought, "fuck its hot today."

There was a grinding growling noise of an engine below and Natasha could see a grime covered flatbed truck roar up the narrow road. It swerved manically into the farmer's field bouncing along the dirt track. It reached the farm stead and made two dust billowing circuits of the building finaly crunching to a halt.

"Jezz," Natasha thought, "I take it that's the son."

From this distance she saw a large black figure stagger out swaying and spinning around, his arms out trying to steady himself. The figure then paused then ran towards the back of the farm house.

Miss Sims just stared in disbelief. Why was everything going wrong today? Now it looked like sonny boy down there was as drunk as a skunk.

She looked to the sky. "Please let there be a phone in what ever shit hole I find at the top of this hill."

Then she continued onwards and upwards.

Back in the house Michelle was now curled on a dirty sofa softly moaning in her sleep. Ma and pa had brought towels and water and gently dabbed her head. As the flatbed roared up the road and towards the house Pa gave a thumb up to Sandy.

"Here he is!" Pa added with a grin," things are looking up!"

From the cool hall Sandy watched as the tuck circled the house dust cloud rising up the vehicle sliding and bouncing around. She stood with her hands on her hips sweater chest firm and thrusting sexy white stocking legs brilliant in the gloom; and also open mouthed. Her thoughts were similar to those of her teacher watching from the hill above. Then the flatbed parked out of sight and she could hear stumbling and strange grunting. The trucks engine continued to chug the man leaving it running as he entered through the houses rear door. It was clear he was hardly the knight in shinning armour he'd been made out to be.

"Just great!" she groaned under breath.

Once inside she could hear him banging doors then a noise like a tumble. The bouncing clatter sounded like a barrel falling down stairs. She almost burst out in giggles. There was a crash of plates, maybe a groan then silence. Sandy looked to the couple with raised eye brows as if to say "what the fuck is he doing?" The wheelchair bound pa pushed himself over towards her.

"Could ya get the smelling salts from the pantry honey while I go get him?"

Sandy looked at the unconscious Michelle then imagined this drunken fool at the bottom of some stairs. She was tempted to say, " salts for which one," but instead nodded and then on hearing more stuff been broken or thrown about deep in the house she added, "rather you than me mister."

The kitchen was filthy and decrepit and the teen tip toed through pools of gunk trying not to touch any dirty surface. If she'd have seen this earlier she definitely wouldn't have eaten a cookie. The pantry door was open and she leaned inside. It was a deep room with shelves on either side.

"Its right at the back honey," called the wife still dabbing Michelle's perfect innocent face, "use the light."

Sandy stepped inside the wooden floor creaking a little. The light cord was above her head and she gave it a gentle tug.

Thudd!

Sandy gave a half scream her breath been whipped away as she fell through the trapdoor onto a metal 45 degree shaft. She tumbled head over heels her feet kicking the side of the encased slide running down maybe twenty feet and out into a hot, humid, but well lit cellar.

Ma heard her descending shriek then the click as the trap door sprang back closed. The old man had wheeled himself quickly back into view. "Now ma," he said spittle drooling from his mouth, "we really do need the smelling salts." Ma roughly pushed the moaning Michelle aside and nodded. "Damn right we wouldn't want this little slut to miss all the fun."

As if in announcement that the fun had already started Sandy's muffled screams rose up from the deep and secure cellar below.

The trooper's car came to a quick halt as the beautiful girl in her tight uniform ran out into the road. The cop looked startled his dark sunglasses reflecting back the teen vision two fold. Sophie ran up to the window panting heavily blurting out her story.

A bus, a crash, a lunatic, her friends, she stammered, embarrassed by the words, he got a thing, a big cock thing, I think he…" she paused again unsure. The cop was taken aback, was she on drugs? She was about his daughter's age; no doubt a head full of nonsense.

"Listen young lady calm down." She continued to rant." Calm down!" He repeated this time sterner.

She paused catching her breath.

She looked scared, really scared. He wondered if to call it in. No best check it out first.

"Get in Miss you say its back down this road well lets have a look."

Sophie climbed in looking at his uniform, gold badge, pistol, night stick.

"I think he could be armed," she added pushing her glasses back up her nose.

The officer smiled wiping the sweat from his bristled chin. "They usually are young miss; they usually are."

The raven girl began to tense in her seat as the winding road took them closer and closer to the accident. She gave a small grunt of horror as the smashed mini bus came into view. It was on its own no flat bed just strewn about suitcases and papers.

"Stay here miss." Ask the officer, his expression one of surprise at her tale starting to hold truth. .

He stepped from the police car and un-holstered his revolver. Sophie watched as he edged closer looking in the van then at the tracks in the dry mud. He kicked some ripped shorts on the ground. Sophie then saw him spin and hurry around the back towards where poor Pedro had been crushed. He returned his face looking grim the sunglasses reflecting her image back at her.

"Get out of the car." He ordered.

Sophie opened the door he seemed angry.

"There's a man back there with his body nearly cut in two."

Sophie gulped and shook. "Oh God I know, I know it's the driver he…" Up until now she'd hoped he'd have some how survived the impact.

The officer cut her short. "What the fucks been going on here?" The teen repeated her story but the cop wasn't interested.

"Let me tell you what I think," he said unclipping his handcuffs. "I think this poor smuck got himself a hot piece of ass that then changed her mind. And when he got angry she killed him."

Sophie almost choked in disbelief. "It's, it's ridiculous, you said he's nearly cut in half; how the fuck could I have done that?"

The cop held up his handcuffs. "Turn around your under arrest until we sort this out." He spun her, slapping the cuffs on pulling them tight making her shoulder pull back. "Awww that hurts, you're so wrong this can't be happening."

The cop pushed her head down making her get into the back seat.

"Sit there," he ordered. As she sat still protesting he pushed her manacles into a loop in the bottom of the back rest. Now her cuffed hands were tying her to the rear seat.

"There no need for this," she shouted horrified by her bound predicament. The cop got back in the front grunting to himself about not sitting with a killer behind him without been sure she couldn't move.

He wiped his brow slowly then turned and leaned into the back. "Now miss I want to know what really happened."

Sophie began the tale all over again this time even more desperation in her voice. But the trooper didn't seem to be listening; she paused as he appeared to be looking straight at her heaving sweater chest.

"Maybe I should check you for concealed weapons?" He said scratching his chin.

Sophie gulped but said nothing. He removed his glasses showing small piercing eyes. His hands reached out towards her tits and she tried to pull uselessly away as his fingers began to lift the bottom of her sweater.

"Uh no stop, stop it!" She shouted but he lifted her sweater up hooking the bottom over her head letting it drop behind her neck.

"Oh no what, you can't do…"

The fabric pressed in at the side of her magnificent bare tits. She hadn't worn a bra she didn't need to. Her pale assets thrust up and out pinned slightly together forming a deep cleavage. Her porcelain skin made her pink nipples stand out along with her ruby red lips, permanently open in a shocked disbelieving gawp.

"Oooooh Shit!"

The cop cupped both her fantastic melons feeling the weight of each stroking the smooth globe surfaces. Sophie was breathing heavily but not shouting any more. This wasn't right it couldn't be. The cop grinned teasing the nipples with his thumbs.

"Now that's what I call concealed weapons," he sniggered. He then looked back to his glove compartment." Now young lady," he said in an official tone, we're going to take a drive and you are going to tell me all about it."

Sophie began to shout and call for help as he produced two crocodile clips and leads.

"Oh my no I don't under…"

The cop reached back with a clip in each hand teeth mouths already open about to bite.

"Now stay still miss and it'll be, I said st…there we are!"

Snap! Snap!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sophie yelped her nipples quickly feeling metal jaws clamped around them.

Her tit tips burned for a second and her spine straightening into an erect posture. Each nipple clip had the wires running off back to a little switch which in turn ran to a socket which he snapped into his cars cigarette lighter. Satisfied she was bound and wired up he started up the engine and eased the car up the fork road towards Merryville.

"Please, please you don't have to do this, "she shouted. What did he want a confession? She hadn't done anything it didn't make sense!

Sophie twisted and turned trying to loosen the nipple tugging clips but it was pointless. She gave a scream as the cop raised his right hand and without looking over his shoulder flicked the tit ticklers switch.

"Awoooooooooooooooooooo!"

*******

It had been only a couple of hours since the girls had chatted and flirted at the road side with not care in the world. They taken advice on a short cut and now they realised with growing horror what a mistake it was. In that time there had been a crash; a death, and for Bianca and Sophie sexual humiliation beyond their young minds imaginations. The group had become split and even now for some the clarity of their predicament was far clearer than it was for others.

Sandy had tumbled down the kitchen shaft until she was spat out onto a dirty wooden cellar floor. She pushed herself up arms locking her long stocking legs curled under her. The maniac was there and he lumbered out from the shadows knocking over a table grabbing her pig tail hair hauling her up. She squealed as his mighty frame lifted her up over his shoulder. She'd not even had a good look at him before she was hanging down kicking her knee high stocking legs her hands thumping his oily rag covered back.

She knew it must be him; the dildo throwing lunatic and she screamed with all her heart.

He spun around as if looking for something. She glimpsed it for a second as he turned left and right and stuttered in horror.

"Oh, oh, oh J.J.Jesus!"

He focused on his object pounding over to it Sandy screaming her lungs out.

"For heavens sake someone help me!"

She felt his massive hand up inside her skirt ripping her kickers off.

There was a pulley over head and he grabbed the hooped ends tying her wrists into them. He hauled the rope with one hand lifting her off his shoulder so she hung down her long legs just not reaching the floor. In this stretched position her fabulous figure was enhanced even more. Her legs looked like those of a mannequin white stocking amazingly long up to fine skirted hips then an hour glass waist with those slightly overlarge breasts busting from her sweater top the globes raised and thrusting as her arms pointed vertically to the pulley in the ceiling.

"For Gods sake please what are you doing?" She moaned his intentions starting to become clearer.

Now she could see him fully and her question seemed ridiculous. A huge oaf of a man; his bulk like that of a bear. He swirled around his hand trailing across a table his leather clad body like some crazy medieval armour. She gave out a gargled protest as he pushed a fat foam ball into her mouth. She bit down the sponge seeping with a filthy viscous liquid. She didn't know it but it was horse semen. Her eyes could only plead as her lips foamed with the sponges contents Sandy unable to speak and not wanting to swallow.

"Hey how you doing down there?" It was the old Pa calling down the stair well

Sandy gargled and spluttered the Pa sniggering.

"He's got lots of lovely toys that I bet you just can't wait to get acquainted with."

Sandy had seen them already she looked desperately at the masked mans distorted face eyes wild and lustful

"He calls them his Dominators," The Pa chuckled again, "make girls real willing to open up for him after a stint on one of them."

Sandy began to wriggle desperately as suddenly the maniac waved a huge knife in front of her face and taking a firm grip on her sweater sliced it open, then bit by bit into shreds until it fell completely from her body.

His masked leather face crackled as he grinned and grunted taking care to shred her sweater completely now only a rah-rah skirt, stocking legs and pure white big cupped brassiere remained to hide her charms.

Sandy eyes no longer looked at the maniacs instead they stared down to her side. She'd seen it almost as soon as she'd fallen into this room. The cellar appeared like some type of workshop with a number of strange machines in different states of construction or repair. But it was this one that stood proud ready for action next to her that filled her with dread.

The machine was like a barrel on its end. From a wide hole in the top protruded a pole. It was a hollow tube rising up maybe a foot into the air. As it went it formed into a fat ribbed cock. Similar to the buzz cock used on the shapely Bianca it was a good 2 inches wide but this one's penis head tip showed a finger wide bore hole, the end of a tube which ran down the rod into the barrel. On either side of the barrel at its base were two ring hoops with rope manacles on. The whole machine had a lawn mower motor attached to it for feeding power to the rod and unknown to Sandy a tube pump hidden inside the barrel.

When switched on sandy would understand that not only did the rod bounce and vibrate like a rutting stallion but the filthy slimy contents of the barrel would be pumped up and out of the tip in 3 second spurts. It would only be a matter of minutes before her pounded pussy began to cough the slime back down the cock in through the barrels opening so creating a continuous gushing cum fountain.

The Pa closed the cellar door with one last comment. "Just give him the nod when you're ready to whore for him."

The maniac looked to the door above then back to his half uniformed babe. He ripped her skirt off showing a cute trimmed slit. He left her bra on he like how it pushed her heaving desperate freckled tits together giving her an amazing balloon bouncing chest.

She tried to kick as he pushed the barrel between her stocking legs. She was unable to stop him as one at a time her hooked her ankles either side of the barrel inside the loops. She was desperate.

"Oh god he's going to make me sit on it. Oh its massive I can't it won't what's in a barrel? And why the motor? Oh shit!"

The bore hole cock pressed against her tummy and he hauled the pulley making her back arch raising her pelvis. The tip slid along her slit them he found his target.

"Oh god it's touching my little chute!"

He released the pulley Sandy pussy shaft swallowing maybe 3 or 4 inches as her hips dropped.

"Mmmggggggggg!" She bit on the ball, come gushing out like cream out of a quickly bitten cake

"OH its sliding up ugggggggg it's too big I can't ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The cock opened her painfully wide, sliding into her tight twat. The man them gripped both rope manacles on her feet and pulled. Her legs ached as she felt her body stretch her hips sinking deeper onto the cock. It was maybe 6 inches in now and she tried to squirm her mouth still full of spunk ball.

"Fuck he's forcing me on it like tightening stirrups on a saddle! Ugggggggggg!"

Finally once he was satisfied she was sat firmly on his monster he released her ceiling pulley just enough that her weight slumped down, making her sit deeper and harder onto the cock.

"Oh god I feel so used, I'm a fucking human doll."

Sandy groaned and arched her sweaty back. She was sat spread eagled over a cock pumping barrel the cock tip now a eye popping nine inches in her body. Unable to lift from it she only sink harder onto it as her arms weakened.

She whimpered looking down at her tummy she felt like the cock tip would pop from her belly button; she was sure her groin was bulging, the device rigid and upright impaling her like a glove puppet.

The maniac bent down to the motor.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz! The Maniac pulled the petrol cord the barrel jumping to life.

Thuda! Thuda! Thuda! Thuda!

Instantly everything before seemed like a heavenly dream.

"Uggggggggg, uggggggggggggggg!"

Sandy began to spasm the thing pounding up making her ankles try to jump from the rope hoops. It was twisting and buzzing too, the first few spurts of ejaculation unnoticed until the pipe filled fully and her inside was pressure sprayed with cold white slime.

"Ugggggggg no, what, what its filling me with...ugggggggggggg!" The pig tailed hot teen was beginning the ride of her life.

The Pa could hear the machine kick into life and he rubbed his hands in glee. He wheeled himself to the stairs.

"Ma if ya finished hauling that bitch I could do with a hand up as well."

Upstairs in the bedroom Ma stroked the murmuring Michelle. The girl was a perfect specimen. Now completely naked Ma admired her coffee sun tanned skin. She traced a hand over her curvaceous hips around her peach firm ass down toned athletic legs.

Michelle beautiful pouting lips pursed as she gave a drugged sigh her long lashed eyes closed in forced slumber. Ma felt along her side cupping a firm tit pinching the dark erect nipple. She'd been playing gently with each and now they stood up and firm Michelle's murmurs ones of unconscious pleasure.

"You'll have to climb up yourself," She shouted back; Pa cursing her to high heaven. She smiled stroking the nape of the perfect girls back. He needed the exercise. She'd give him five exhausted minutes then she'd go get him.

Ma opened a drawer at the side of the flowery bed and rummaged through the contents. She removed the lengths of rope and binds. She looked at the other instruments in the drawer and she licked her lips in anticipation then looked back at the strong young woman.

"Best get her all trussed up first before we wake her," she concluded.

A few miles down from the house the state trooper car meandered along at a leisurely pace. It was mid afternoon and in the back Sophie was squealing like a pig. The police car interior was intensely hot and as the car took the winding climb she remained bound to seat the two crocodile clips tightly holding an electrified nipple each. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

"Ugggggggggggggggggg!"

The officer had flicked the switch and left it on. The cigarette lighter power surged to her impressive melons making them swell more as she convulsed the copious amounts of sweat steaming on her hard pulsating tits

"Noooooooooo stop uggggggggggggg oh fuck ugh I'm going to uggggggggggg pass out Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The cop shook his head in a matter of fact way not taking his eyes of the road.

"No you aint miss, it not the first time I've shown a bitch how to do a proper interrogation.

He didn't need to turn he could see the raven haired wench in his mirror. She was fantastic to behold wet red lips open showing pearl teeth clenched. Her black rimmed glasses gave her deep blue eyes an innocent girl lost look, but her mountainous bucking tits, sore nipples like top hats, clamps sizzling was something more reminiscent of a back street snuff porn movie.

"Ohhhhhhhh please I'll tell you anything you want uggggggggg just uh just stoppppppppppp!" She begged.

She didn't understand. Her tits were on fire, heaving melons more bloated than she could remember her nipples fed a constant stream of electricity into her flesh the sensation spreading out enveloping her tits then running down her spine making her anus convulse like a gobbling fish.

"Ug! Ug! Ug! UGGGGGG!"

The cop flicked the switch the torture instantly stopping, Sophie's body slumping, tits dropping as if they had suddenly become vulnerable to gravity.

The cop looked in his mirror. He'd give her a few seconds then.

"Time to continue!"

He flicked the switch again.

"Awwwwwwww no, no, noooooooooooooo!"

"There's a little stop a bit further up, why don't we take a break?" He said pointing to a dirt track turning in the road.

"Oh God anything, just stop this!" She screamed, the veins on her neck bulging her lips gleaming like she'd just drunk blood, the surging power almost making her tits glow like beacons.

The car pulled under the canopy of the tree line and mercifully the cop switched the power off.

"Oh fuck , fuck, fuccccccccck you can't do this I..I.." She gave a shriek as he raised his switch hand again. "Please! Please, ok, ok I'll do whatever it takes."

"Now listen," he drawled climbing out of the car and opening the back door. "Your friends you keep telling me about. Well if they came up this road they're already in good hands." He unclipped her rampant nipples then unfastened her seat manacle.

"Now what you need to understand is there's the law round her; then there's the law." He helped her stand her legs bending in, her tits still exposed sweater over her head firm thighs glistening in her short skirt.

"We make the rules here and it would be good for you to understand that."

Sophie looked at him her beautiful spectacled eyes confused but so sensuous. "Y...yess officer I understand." She said not understanding at all.

The cops admired his bound prisoner gently cupping her heavy tits. "I bet you got a real tight honey pot just waiting to be plugged,"

Sophie shook her head, "no please you can't you mustn't." The feeling of his weathered hands on her soft pink flesh almost as bad as the clips.

The cop scratched his chin then pushed her ahead of him into the undergrowth.

"If you're real good I won't put the tit ticklers back on when we set off again. Now move!"

The clearing he spoke of consisted of a large fallen tree trunk surrounded by dense vine like vegetation. It was calm and humid a million miles from civilization. The buxom student stumbled in her small heel school shoes her legs now glowing with perspiration. He was going to do what the hell he liked with her and what was the point in shouting. She'd cat hollered in the back of the car for ten minutes but they'd passed not a soul.

"Now miss," he said proudly standing in front of her unbuckling his belt. "let me show ya what ma family is famed for in these parts."

With that he unzipped his pants and his limp fat maggot sprang out. Sophie gulped it was like a purple headed football sock

"Get on your knees and make it a big as it gets," he barked, "and let me tell you it's a mouthful when its angry."

It had been left up to the student's confident, stunning teacher to try and find a phone. She'd been told that the little town at the top of the hill would not doubt have one. Natasha reached the summit of the hill looking a sweaty dishevelled state. Her lips were dry her ankles aching, her high heels and business suit tight around her waist and ass not ideal for mountain climbing.

Ahead was a sign; "Merryville at last" she said panting.

As she looked along the row of shacks her heart sank. Was it all derelict? There were no people; no sounds in fact. The windows of most building were smashed and it appeared even in its hay day Merryville was nothing more than a large set of farm buildings and lumber mill.

"Can I help ya?"

Natasha spun around startled by the voice.

Standing in the door way of one decrepit but in tact building were two men. They were tall but scrawny, thin geek necks, maybe in their thirties, piggy eyes with poor dental work. Both had dusty boiler suits on their pale scrawny chests showing under the braces. Natasha noticed neither had shoes on.

"I need a phone," She said hope fading. "I'm a teacher and we've broken down and I've left my students at the farmstead."

One of the men picked his gaping front teeth, and then spat on the floor.

"The farm house ya say? Well they don't have a phone."

Natasha bit her lip not wanting to lose her temper.

"That's why I've just climbed up here they said you'd have one."

The other man sniggered then patted his colleagues back.

"Yep I'm sure they did. Come in miss lets see what we can do for you."

The beautiful teacher looked up and down the street. It was a ghost town. The two men looked shifty but th