Two minutes later, he was back carrying a coffee tray with mugs and pitcher. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” he apologized. “Had to find the sugar.”
“No problem, dear,” his wife said with concern. “We were just sharing our feelings. We all know what it’s like to worry about our child….”
“No use wallowing in worry,” Tom said. “Jim, what’s your take on this?”
Jim started to repeat what he had told the Mendaskis when the forty-eight hours since their first call was up, but then Agnes stood.
“No, no, don’t let me stop you, Jim,” she said. “I remembered there’s still some coffee cake left from breakfast service. I’ll just grab it and be right back. You go on, Jim. I’ll just be a second….” She was already on her way out as she finished speaking, not wanting to give the others a chance to demure, or react negatively in any way to her unnecessary whim.
So Agnes just marched into the kitchen, grabbed the woozy, further sullied Leesa by the arm, and jerked her into the handicapped loo beside the meat locker. Andy just smiled and took a position by the door so he could see inside while keeping an eye out in case anyone else decided to check for cake.
“This’ll have to be quick, bitch,” she hissed in the lolling blonde’s ear as her bony fingers found the girl’s clit and left nipple, “but necessary, huh? I’m guessing my worse half took care of himself but not you, right?”
Within seconds, she had the sedated, despoiled beauty sweating, shivering, and even shuddering as she expertly stimulated. “Happy honeymoon, cunt!”
She was so fast and devastatingly effective that Andy had to jump forward to clamp a washcloth over Leesa’s face to keep the sound of her purple-faced orgasm from reaching the partition.
When the Brannigan woman returned to the family room with the cake, Jim was just finishing his plan of investigation. “Hope I didn’t miss anything I needed to hear,” Agnes said with concern.
“No, honey,” Tom said, “I think Jim, Ted, and Wallace have it in hand.”
Just then Trooper Wallace sunk his fingers into Kerry Sherman’s tight, round, firm ass, and cannoned a load deep inside her writhing, clawing, tightly-tendoned form.
As always, no one on the other side of the solitary cell’s walls heard the beautiful brunette’s carefully muffled cries of anguish and desecration.
The Mendaskis and Brannigans rose as the sheriff and deputy stood. “Ted, you bring Dan and Cheryl back to the car while I tell Tom and Agnes what to keep an eye out for.”
“Sure thing,” said his deputy, and motioned for the Mendaskis to take the lead.
“Where’s the best place for us to talk?” Sheriff Jim asked.
“The garage, I think,” Tom answered.
Andy was there, of course, loading the trunk, whileT in her soiled summer mini dress.
“Very nice,” the sheriff breathed. “Even the bandages won’t make a sound, no matter how hard she pulls. Very nice indeed,” he rumbled, unzipping his own pants.
“I think you’ll find she’s in no condition to pull very hard,” Agnes chirped as he dragged the captive up to a missionary position, pushed up her skirt, and filled his hands with her ripe udders.
“Happy honeymoon, whore,” he rumbled as he rutted.
TO BE CONTINUED