Frank Brown: Ravaged tied family

Then she saw the badges gleaming on their chests, the sunlight reflecting off the silver metal. She saw the holsters and pistols on the right hips of the men, and the billy clubs dangling off their left sides. They wore high, black-leather boots and gray uniforms. Windshields rose above the handlebars of their growling machines.

"State troopers," June said. "Thank God!"

Crystal stood meekly before the two tall men, her hands cupped over her furry blonde pussy. She'd given up trying to hide her tits. She was stark naked, there was no hiding that fact. She couldn't see the eyes of the two troopers because they were hidden behind sunglasses, but she could feel their gazes on her. As they questioned her father and mother, their eyes returned again and again to her. The gazes of the two men traveled up and down her body like fingers.

The family was lined up in front of the two officers, Crystal awl June in the middle, Howard at the left end of the line, next to June, Randy at the right end, next to Crystal. Crystal watched her brother's prick throb. She couldn't stop marveling at how big it was. It thrilled her that his big, billy club fucker wouldn't go down, even as he stood here in front of the scowling police officers. She glanced to the left and discovered that her father's cock was still hard, too.

"You mean you don't believe us!" June cried incredulously. "For God sake, why would we lie about such a thing?"

Crystal snapped out of her preoccupied daydream, as flabbergasted as her mother that the two officers were skeptical of the story Howard and June had given them.

The trooper with the blond mustache glanced at the cocks of Randy and Howard. "I don't see how any man could get so excited by watching his wife or daughter, or his mother or sister, go through what you've just described."

The other trooper shook his head. "Same here. Sounds like a cock-and-bull story to me."

"We're telling you the truth," Howard said, raising his voice. "Look at these women. Can't you see they've been through hell?"

"And who put 'em through hell?" asked the mustached trooper.

Howard shook his head, speechless. He looked at June and Crystal for support.

"For Christ sake," June said. "Would I try to protect a husband who had just abused me?"

"Happens everyday," said the clean-shaven trooper. "A lot of wives apparently enjoy getting beat up."

"Well I don't!" June snapped.

"What about your daughter? Does she enjoy it?" The trooper squatted, inspecting Crystal's scrapes and bruises. He trailed his fingers over her skin lightly, as if testing to see if anything was broken.

Crystal got goosebumps. For some reason she felt uneasy as the man fingered her.

"Spread your legs," the trooper said.

"Now wait a minute!" June said.

The trooper glanced up at her. "It's all part of my job, Missus." Reaching out, he spread apart Crystal's pussylips with his thumbs. He dipped a finger in the fluid running out of her and sniffed it, then wiped the sticky juice on Crystal's leg. "This girl's been sexually penetrated within the last half hour, I'd say."

"Well, of course," June said, shaking her head as if disgusted, "What have we been trying to tell you?"

"Control yourself, Ma'am," said the mustached trooper as he hunkered down in front of June. "Spread, please."

Exhaling with exasperation, June spread her legs. The trooper leaned close, inspecting her cunt and sniffing it. "Same here, Roy. She's been fucked, too."

The two men straightened up.

"All right," said Roy. "Why don't you all came clean? It'll be easier on you in the long run. Which of you guys fucked the girl?"

"This is preposterous!" June shouted. "My daughter and I are beaten and raped by a gang of maniacs, and you idiots are questioning my husband and son as if they're criminals."

"Cool it, huh?" said the mustached cop. "You might not be aware of it but incest is a criminal offense in this state."

"It'll get you thirty years," said Roy. "Right, Tom?"

"Jesus Christ!" Howard mumbled, watching the mustached cop nod grimly.

Crystal and Randy glanced at each other, swallowing.

"All right, out with it!" Tom snapped suddenly, drawing his billy-club. "Which one of you, dirty bastards fucked the girl?"

"Not me!" Randy said. "I didn't do it."

The cops glared at Howard.

Howard put up his hands as if surrendering. "I admit it… but I was forced. And those four animals raped her. They're getting away right now. When're you going after them?"

Roy smirked. "Nice try, old man, but it won't work. You're going to sit here and wait for us while we run all over the damned country looking for four men who probably don't even exist. Nice try, but we're a little bit smarter than that."

"Well handcuff us, for Christ sake, if you're afraid we'll disappear." Howard's voice trembled with anger.

Tom's mustache lengthened as he smiled. "No need to, hot-nuts, because we aren't going anywhere." He rammed the end of his billy club into Howard's abdomen.

Howard clutched his gut, bending over and moaning.

"In this state we don't take kindly to tourists coming in and dirtying up the countryside by committing crimes against nature and the state. Maybe where you come from incest is legal, but it's not here, and we don't intend to let it go. You bastard tourists think you can sneak up some side canyon and perform all kinds of disgusting, sinful acts and get away with it, you're crazy!" Tom raised his boot and shoved Howard savagely.

Howard hit the dirt, curling up and clutching his gut. He moaned sickly.

Roy suddenly gripped Randy's chin, digging in with his nails and making the boy wince. "How about you, hot-shot? You swear up and down you didn't fuck your sister, but how about your mother. Bet you've been billy-goating between her legs. How about it, hotshot?"

Randy shook, breathing fast.

"Sure he fucked her," Tom said. "Look at his eyes. No need for him to say a word."

"You're right about that, Tom." Roy raised his right hand and slammed it across Randy's face.

The boy stood tottering for a moment, then keeled over.

"You bastards stay put now," Tom said. "Either of you try weaseling away, we won't think twice about planting slugs in your yellow backs."

"You're both crazy," June raved. "And you call yourselves police officers!"

Tom gave June a cool stare. "And you call yourself a woman! Fuck, you're nothing but a dirty old sow. Who ever heard of a mother riding her own son's prick? Fine mother you are!"

"She needs a lesson," Roy said, drawing his own billy club.

"She sure does," Tom said. He reached out, crushing her right tit in a clawing grip and forcing her down to her knees.

Roy circled around behind June and pressed his boot heel to her upper back, forcing her forward onto her hands and knees. "Look, at that ass," Roy said with a whistle. "The boy's had himself more than her cunt. Her asshole's leaking slime."

"For Christ sake," Tom said. "The crimes are adding up. Now we've gotta add buggery to the incest charges. They're all gonna see 99 years behind bars."

Roy pushed the club end of his billy club between June's asscheeks, twisting the wood stick, forcing it in.

Crystal stood by, watching silently, in partial shock. She was frozen where she stood, watching with horror and fascination as the scowling trooper worked his nightstick into the asshole of her helpless mother. The club slid into June's asshole at least eight inches as June gasped, taking quick breaths.

Roy released the club, and the handle end of it twitched rhythmically, resembling a throbbing cock which was growing out of June's ass.

Tom went down on one knee behind June. He prodded her cunt with the blunt end of his own billy club, working it between her pussylips. As he twisted the hard club up June's cunt, she moaned, her body squirming.