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Country Danger
((OOC: A lot of the opening of this thread is repeated from Montana Neo-Nazis but as an opening for a very different story.))
The five girls, all close friends in high school, all the daughters of prominent parents and all natives of Charlotte, North Carolina, had decided to spend the summer after high school but before college driving across the United States. So far, the trip had been fun. They'd met a few cute guys, seen a few places and had some fun parties. However, the girls were beginning to get depressed tonight. They had been combing the backroads in Montana for some time trying to get back on the highway and thus to a hotel after they'd gotten lost quite a few miles back. Now there wasn't anything beside the road. Just the road and open country and no other cars in sight.
Miriam Rosenzweig was driving. She was a tall redhead with a soft frame and large round breasts. She wore her hair a little above her shoulders. She was dressed fairly nicely in a pair of brown trousers, a slightly tight white short-sleeved shirt with a collar and buttons and brown leather boots. Miriam was the brains of the group and felt largely responsible for their current predicament. "Dammit. I guess we'll have to stop and ask for directions next chance we get."
"Ask for directions where? Do you see a gas station anywhere around here?" asked Abigail Goldberg. Abigail was a very different girl than Miriam, although the two were best friends. She enjoyed the outdoors and was often thought of as the spunky one among the group. She was a little shorter than Miriam with darker, almost olive, skin, dark brown curly hair and an athletic frame in place of Miriam's softer one. The excellent muscle tone on Abigail's arms and legs could clearly be seen with her outfit of fairly short and slightly too tight cut-off jean shorts, hiking boots and a white t-shirt. Her t-shirt was fairly loose. Abigail, while not flat by any means, had only an average bust and knew that her legs had a better chance of attracting interest than overemphasizing her chest.
"We'll just keep going until we see one." Miriam said. "People around here have to get gas somewhere, don't they?"
"There aren't people around here either." Abigail pointed out.
"Can we just pull over and find a place?" asked Amanda Glickman. Amanda was a tall, lean girl with the most classically sexy body of any of the five. She wore her dyed blond hair a little above her shoulders and her dark roots could just barely be seen from the right angle. She was a slim waist, slender, smooth, long legs and a large bust. The young sexpot was dressed to attract in tiny pink short shorts and a tight white t-shirt although she still wore white socks and sneakers for easy mobility. After all, they never knew what they'd find themselves doing next. Although by every academic measure she was smart, Amanda often came across as a ditz either because she was used to getting what she wanted without much work or because her smarts were limited to the academic setting or even just because she thought seeming like a bimbo added to her appeal. In any event, she was usually viewed as the ditz of the group.
"That's easier said than done." Mirian said in increasing exasperation. "There isn't a place around here to pullover and find."
"I'm sleepy." Korah Cohen protested pointlessly. Korah was the shortest girl in the group and normally the most talkative. Although she was only a few months younger than the others, she was normally viewed as the kid because she was excessively spoiled (even by rich girl standards), tended to talk a lot and immaturely and tended to be rather petulant while contributing very little to the group. Still, she was part of their group and they cared for her. Little Korah was a short but voluptuous girl. Instead of the lean, slim frame of Amanda, the soft, slightly fatty frame of Miriam or the hard, athletic frame of Abigail, she had a sensual, womanly figure with full hips, short but finely curved legs moving down to slender ankles, a full chest and a gently body that looked almost yielding. Her face was cute and round although her soft mouth was a little larger than average. She had olive skin and raven hair. She was overdressed for the occassion in a tiny black short skirt under which a hint of her black thong could be seen, a tight white blouse and a pair of come fuck me black high heels.
"Sleep in the back." Miriam suggested.
Korah leaned over and placed her head on the shoulders of the last girl, Hannah Berkman. Hannah was like a smaller version of Abigail, shorter, a little more muscular and a little darker than the girl in the passenger seat. Smiling a little, she reached up and put an arm around her friend, letting the girl rest. Hannah was dressed simply and casually in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Her jeans were tight enough but she wasn't really dressed to get men. Just as they started to relax, they heard a siren. Miriam pulled the van over and started to open the door, even though she should have known one shouldn't get out when pulled over unless told to do so.
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The summer days are long in Valley County Montana. The rugged country was mostly barren range land with the wind blowing constantly and some times harder. Suicide was not unusual among the wives of early settlers driven to deep depression by the isolation and hard conditions. Even in the summer of 2006 it was hard, wild, desolate country like nothing the girls from North Carolina had ever experienced.
Valley County was large; running north to the Canadian border from the Missouri River. Part of Fort Peck Indian Reservation covered the eastern quarter of Valley County along the Missouri River east of Glasgow, the county seat. Glasgow was a typical high plain county seat with a population of 1212 people out of the total county population of only 7349.
Jason Hartwell had grown up in Glasgow and joined the Army out of high school. He served as an MP for the last six years of his service and reached the rank of Master Sargeant by the time he went to Iraq . His last assignment was to Abu Grahaib Prison where he was in charge of a cell block for detainees being interrogated by contract civilians. He retired in 1974 at the time the custodial practices at the prison first came under investigation.
The same year Jason returned Glasgow, he hired on as one of ten deputies of the Valley County Sheriffs Department. In two years he had risen to Senior Duputy In Charge of the southern half of the county which included the Fort Peck Reservation. A major part of his duties was to maintain liason and coordinate with the Fort Peck Tribal Police.
This afternoon Jason and Big Bob Running Bear, the chief of the Indian police had been cruising the back roads off Montana Highway 438 along the western boundrie of the reservation. There had been reports of outlaws running beer and marijuana onto the reservation and they were looking for them. When t lawmen saw the girl's car in the distance, they speeded up to apprehend it. Pulling up close in the unmarked police cruiser, Jason sounded the siren.
The frightened girls slowed but continued driving realizing their danger. Ahead they saw a building and speeded up to reach it. The building turned out to be deserted: a weathered old clapboard church. The police car was beside them and forced them off into the church parking area. The girls hovered behind locked doors as two men with drawn guns approached either side of their car.
"Look what we have Big Bob ! The prettiest little covey of bootleggers I ever seen !" Both men laughed watching the girls.
"How we gonna flush this covey Jason ? They look guilty and scared shitless."
Jason pulled his wallet with his badge and showed the driver. " SHERIFF ! Come out of the car with your hands on your heads !'' He shouted. " GET OUT NOW OR I'LL BLAST THE DOOR OPEN AND DRAG YOU OUT !!" He aimed his pistol directly at Miriam Rosenzweig in the driver's seat.
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Miriam looked at the man with wide eyes before slowly reaching over and hitting the button to unlock all the doors of the van. She then pushed open the driver's door, placed her hands over her heads and climbed out. She was scared but collected and she stood looking at the two lawmen. "What seems to be the trouble officers?" Of course, saying it with your breasts sticking out and your hands on your redhead is a lot different from saying it to a traffic cop with the window rolled down.
Abigail followed suit although she looked at the two cops with more open defiance. Her bare, muscular legs were tense and her hiking boots dug into the rocky soil even as she kept her hands on her curly dark locks. "We weren't doing anything." she barked.
Amanda on the other hand was literally trembling when she came out. Her long bare legs were shaking and her knees Her hands were placed on her faux blonde hair and she didn't speak, keeping her eyes on the ground behind her blue contacts.
Hannah came out with the same sassy, arrogant expression as Abigail. She frowned at the men and gestured to the inside of the van where Korah had fallen asleep, her sleeping form showing her full legs and exposing her little thong. "My friend's asleep..." she started.
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The four girls stood around the car with their hands on their heads waiting.
"OVER HERE ! ALL FOUR OF YOU COME HERE !"; Jason ordered the girls to where he stood. They moved timidly, hands on their heads like a bizzare war game.
"LINE UP !" ; Jason pointed in front of him. Abigail was the first to drop her hands with a look of defiance at the Sheriff. He responded with a shout that starled all the girls, "KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS ON YOUR HEAD BITCH !"; Jason pointed his pistol directly at Abigail's face as he took a step toward her. He jabbed the muzzle of his long barred pistol into her solar plexis making her grunt and double over. The other three watched terrified. They were quivvering as he continued.
" Do you think you are better than the rest of us ?", he snarled. "Stand up straight: w-i-t-h y-o-u-r h-a-n-d-s o-n t-o-p o-f y-o-u-r h-e-a-d !", he raised the muzzle slightly so it jabbed into her breast. " Stand straight: push those tits out !" As Abigail obeyed him, Jason probed one, than her other breast with his pistol. He pushed aside the front of her blouse to show more clevage. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She dropped her eyes. Jason was enjoying his power.
The girls were lined up. Now, Hannah and Korah looked like they were ready to burst into tears. Good, Jason thought: I am in control. " I don't want you to think of running off on us, so "GIVE ME YOUR SHOES GIRLS !". He had to repeat his order and point his pistol before all four girls removed their shoes
and threw them to Jason's feet. " Your hands, girls........": all four quickly put their hands back on their hears. It was painful standing barefoot on the rocky soil................... :bondage:
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The four girls stood around the car with their hands on their heads waiting.
"OVER HERE ! ALL FOUR OF YOU COME HERE !"; Jason ordered the girls to where he stood. They moved timidly, hands on their heads like a bizzare war game.
"LINE UP !" ; Jason pointed in front of him. Abigail was the first to drop her hands. He responded with a shout that starled all the girls, "KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS ON YOUR HEAD BITCH !"; Jason pointed his pistol directly at Abigail's face as he took a step toward her. He jabbed the muzzle of his long barred pistol into her solar plexis.
"Do you sluts think you are above the law ? Well, I and Big Bob are the law out here and I intend to teach you spoiled brats fro North Carlina a lesson. A lesson the good old wild west way. I AM the sheriff of Valley County, Montana and you ain't shit !"
" You just keep your hands on yore heads; stand up straight; pull your elbows back; and shove your lil titties out. No: you don't need to shake them for us............" Big Bob was leering. "....... YET."; Jason added as both man erupted in laughter.
"Now, we don't want yew easterners runnin' off on us. There ain't nothin' for miles and you might get snake bit or tore up by a 'big-bad wolf' out there so jus take your shoes off and toss them over here to me." He repeated, "TAKE YOUR DAMN SHOES OFF GIRLS ! THROW THEM HERE !" the four reacted to Jason's shout..............continue
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The four girls stood around the van with their placef firmly on their heads, waiting nervously. When Jason ordered them to come over, they walked in his direction. The girls lined up as ordered. After a few moments, Abigal started to lower her hands, her sulking face still staring angrily at the sheriff. She grunted as he jabbed her in the gut with a gun and quickly put her hands back atop her dark curls.
"How did you know where we were from, sir?" Maital asked calmly if with increasing agitation. The officers hadn't checked any sort of ID yet, after all.
All of the girls started to sulk as the men began to talk about their titties. Of the four now out of the van, Maital had the tits, although they weren't as big as Korah's. Abigail, Amanda and Hannah had reasonable busts but ones fit for slender women.
The four girls then bent down to untie their shoes and toss them over to Jason, leaving themselves wearing only their white socks on their feet. They looked even grumpier at this but said nothing as they placed their hands back on their heads.
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"BILLY BOB; wake up the sleepy squaw and bring her over over here. You might have to carry her if she's too drunk or high to walk. Then you can search the van. "
Jason turned to Miriam; " You got the back door keys sweetie ? " . The way he said "sweetie" with his eyes focused on her body was dirty; anything but sweet.
It was hot standing in the open under the blazing summer sun as Jason waited for Big Bob to bring Korah. The law officers wore broad brimmed hats, but the girls were bareheaded. And Jason imagined the girls taking off their clothes to be bare naked. He smiled with has eyes almost shooting out sparks.
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Miriam reached into her pocket and tossed him the keys. She lowered her eyes, as did Amanda. The man's gaze was very unsettling. They all remained silent. Miriam and Hannah were starting to sweat under the hot sun though. Little beads ran down over Miriam's fair face, running down from her red hair. Hannah shifted a little in discomfort, sweating under her jeans and t-shirt.
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Big Bog ducked his head to enter the side door of the van. He was a big man and it was cramped for him to reach back onto the rear seat. He did not hurry savoring the sight of Korah sleeping. It was obvious to him that this girl had a nice pair of knockers, but what made him stare were her legs splayed wide with her skirt hiked up to her hips. Her tanned legs contrasted to the splotch of white where they met. With one hand he reached for the little white target; found it and grabbed. :bondage:
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"You never answered my question, sir." Miriam pointed out as she stood there with her hands on her redhead.
Korah shifted as she felt the man's hand grave her leg, pressing her succulent thighs close together and rolling over a little. "Cut it out, Hannah." she murmured.
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" The license plates, stupid cunt. The North Carolina licencse plates on your van. Not many foreign license plates out here in the boonies. The only reason any outsiders come here is to make money: sell booze and drugs to the Indians. " Jason wondered if this girls pubes were as red as her hair. " I ain't fucked many red heads" he thought as he mentally stripped Miriam.
The feel of the Korah's soft, smooth inner thighs made Big Bob horney. He explored the sheer crotch of her panties: wiggled a finger against it feeling for her cunt lips. Finding them, he worked his finger between and with a sudden thrust, skewered the girl on his panty covered finger.
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Big Bob had made a rather dangerous mistake. He'd forgotten that Korah was completely unaware of who he was or what the situation was. She was not yet intimidated. He'd also forgotten that she would be startled and he might have forgotten about those CFMs as well with their sharp points. Korah, who was actually wearing a black thong and not white cotton panties, had tried to close her thighs tightly. When the man forced his way through anyway and even penetrated her orifice, those plump legs shot out and those spike heels dug deeply into his arm and shoulder, even drawing blood.
The other girls, while trying to hold their positions, couldn't help but snort a little. Hannah and Anna both giggled as they heard the rather humiliating failure of Big Bob's first attempt at sexually violating one of their number, even though they knew how bleak the situation was likely to be.
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Even Jason couldn't help but chuckle at Big Bob's predicament. It was like the big man was caught in the tight space of the van with a wild cat. Korah kept kicking and scratching her Indian assailant as he sought desperately to wrap his arms around Korah. He cursed and flailed defensively at his attacker.
Big Bob kept pushing and grabbing until he finally got hold of one of Korah's arms. He held on and twisted.
" GET DOWN ! Faces down on the ground girls. The show's over ! " Jason didn't want the other girls getting any ideas from Korah's struggle. He yelled and menaced the four with his pistol. On their tummies, faces in the dirt, the bitches couldn't see Korah's struggle. When Big Bob finally subdued Korah he'd make an example of her that would cool any thoughts of the other girl's to resist.
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"Ow! Fuck! Let go of me, dammit!" Korah screamed as he twisted her arm. She was now on her belly in the back of the van, her soft legs kicking under him as he held her down. After a few moments, her squirming stopped and she calmed down in his grip. "My purse is right over there." she said nodding towards a fashionable black purse.
The other girls grudgingly lay down on the ground, grumbling to themselves as their nice clothes were rendered filthy by the dry dust. They didn't actually lay face down. They lay with their cheeks to the ground and their faces to the side, albeit to the side in the opposite direction of Korah. "So what exactly are the charges?" Hannah asked through clenched teeth.
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" SHUT UP BITCH !" Jason took two steps behind Hannah, then reahed out with the toe of his boot and kicked her feet apart. " All of you: don't say another wiseassed word !" He kicked Hannah's feet further apart so her legs were spread at a 45 degree angle. " All you gals spread your feet as wide apart as you can. "
Jason was not satisfied. " WIDER ! You can do better than that ! SPREAD 'EM. The fresh air will cool your pussies. You're hot, aren't you sluts. " The girls spread. "Now ain't that better gals. That cool feels good don't it ?" Jason ridiculed the girls.
Meanwhile Big Bob had gained control over Korah. Holding her arm in a painful hammerlock, the big guy slowly maneuvered both he and Korah back out the van door. Big Bobs shirt was blood stained. " It sure as hell ain't your prse I'm interested in, cutie." Bob whispered in her ear. He tormented her
further by blowing softly, eroticly, into her ear, then laughing.
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The girls slowly spread their legs. Amanda and Abigail revealed their inner thighs, their slightly pushed up and already tiny shorts and perhaps even a glimpse of their white cotton panties. Miriam and Hannah just revealed the inside of the pantlegs showing the outline of Miriam's plump and Hannah's muscled legs.
Hannah did shut up when the man told her to. All of the girls did. She whimpered a little when the man kicked at her feet through her jeans.
Korah just sulked as the man whispered suggestively into her ear. She looked down and waited patiently.
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" What's keeping you Big Bob ? " Jason glanced over at the van where he could only see figures bobbing about inside. " Don't tell me your havin' trouble bulldogging the little filly. You must be losing your touch big guy !" There was a tone of amusement in the shiriff's voice.
"She's like a wildcat kickin', bitin', n' scratchin' like she's in her cave protecting her cubs." Big Bob was obviously out of breath. " But I got her now, Jason ! Got her damn arm and I'll twist it off and shove it up her ass if she don't settle down."
The other girls were restless: probably curious; but so intimidated, they didn't raise their heads. They still kept their hands on their heads. "Maybe a little exercise would do you girls some good. How about twenty push-ups while we're waitin' ?" Jason stared, and imagined those legs quivering as the girls exerted themselves.
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Actually, the girls did raise their heads and they glared at Jason rather harshly and resentfully, especially Hannah and Abigail. However, they also obeyed and began to do push-ups. Their legs quivered and their breath came in harsh gasps. Amanda almost fainted. Only Hannah managed to actually make 20. Abigail stopped at 19. Amanda only did 15 real push-ups and Miriam only 10.
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Jason laughed at the girls clumsy efforts to do the pushups. At the same time he felt a tingling in his groin and a swelling of his penis. He wondered if the girls noticed. Seeing them sweat made him feel his power over them.
By now Big bob and korah were half way from the van Bob was walking fast, pushing Korah by her arm behind her which he held behind her. She walked off balance: a bizar sort of dance on her tip toes. In the tussle one of her shoes had fallen of and she winced as she walked. Bob walked faster keeping her off balance.
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Korah just glared sullenly as she was marched over to where the other girls lay on the ground. "So is this an arrest or what?" she said in perplexed irritation.
((OOC: PMs!))
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" OH ! Sleeping Beauty has a big wise mouth. ", the sheriff responded.
" You damn well are under arrest honey. And believe me, if you don't keep your mouth shut, I'm gonna pull off your panties and stuff them in your mouth. Your cunt may be big too, but it don't talk. Understand ? you speak only when spoken to ! " As he spoke, Jason was staring at Korah's tits.
" Cuff the slut's hands Bob." Jason looked around; then added, " In front of her.....", before he walked over toward the road where he had spotted a four foot long piece of 2 x 4. He picked it up. " Here; put this under her elbows, behind her back." Jason held the 2 x 4 while Bob snapped the cuffs, on Korah's wrists.
" Now ain't that a sight, Bob. Better'n Hooters down in Billings !"
" You all can sit up girls. Better yet get up on your knees so you cann't run off on me so easy. Bet you're not really thinkin' of runnin, though, are you? Not after that little bit of exercise. Besides, no place to run to. " The girls obeyed reluctantly. Kneeling was even more painfull on the rocky ground.
" Now you; what's your name ?"
"JUMP UP AND DOWN FOR US. Show us how those hooters bounce."
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Korah whimpered as she was forced into the nearly impossible position. She felt something tear and she screamed as tears started to pour down over her soft face. She made one attempt, driven from shear fear despite the impossibility of it, to jump and fell sprawled out on her face. Her restrained limbs were bent in ways that seemed impossible, there was blood everywhere and she was screaming uncontrollably.
The other girls slowly got up on their knees, looking down as they tried to hold back their own tears.
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Jason went and bent down over Korah as she sprawled on the ground. " Damn ! Awkward bitch," he thought, "where is she bleeding ? "
For starters, Jason placed one hand on the croth of Korah's black panties where the swelled over her mons. In falling her tiny skirt had been rucked up about her waist. With his other hand he straigtened her body so she was lying on her back with the 2 x 4 in the middle of her back.
"Keep an eye on those other gals Bob, while I check her out." He looked for the source of Korah's bleeding.
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"Awkward? You practically break her back by putting her cuffs in front of her and that board behind, make her walk painfully on one heel and then make her jump at gunpoint and she's just being awkward? This has gone on far enough, you fucking monster." Hannah spat, standing up. "Either actually process us and take us down to the station or fuck off."
The other girls also stood up. Miriam pulled out her cell phone and started calling the nearest hospital. Abigail started calling the State Bureau of Investigation. Amanda started calling a news station.
Korah was bleeding from a gash in her head just under her hair, profusely. Her screaming died down as she lost consciousness. Her ankles was twisted and her ribs were broken in two places. The board was making the break worse and it was likely there was internal bleeding as well.
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It was obvious Korah was not going to cause any problems for a while. The girls with their cell phones were another matter.
"You ladies are under arrest here and now. Any resistance will be charged against you as attempted escape, willful disobediance of a police officer, and assault. Now first off give me those cell phones. They are material evidence," This little speach did nothing to quell the girls rebellion. One of their own had been hurt and they were angry.
Jason snapped up Abigail's phone, pushing her so she fell back on the ground. He pointed to Miriam who was nearest to Big Bob and shouted for him to get her phone as he shoulder blocked Amanda and sent her sprawling. He went to her phone and picked it up.
" I see I've been too easy on you sluts. I thought I could be nice to you: that there was a chance you were lost tourists. But now you've shown your true vicous criminal character and you'll suffer the consequences." Jason and Big Bob used disposable plastic restraints to fasten all the girls wrists behind their backs.
Nothing calms a rowdy prisoner like cuffing his hands.
Both law officers had drawn their batons which they held menacingly. " Line up girls. Its time to see if you're hiding any more contraband like those cell phone. Poking them with the blunt tips of their batons, the two men herdered the four standing girls into a line. Miriam was first. Jason stood in front and big Bob to the side. " You first ! " Jason pointed to Miriam, "Three steps forward and SPREAD !" She obeyed, and Jason jbbed his baton into her belly. "I SAID SPREAD YOUR FEET APART." Again she obeyedslightly. "WIDER BITCH I GOTTA CHECK OUT YOUR PUSSY" Jason laughed and look at all the girls. "We ain't got no matrons out here for the niceties: we do it the old fashioned way. He started with Miriam's hair running his fingers through it and messing it up. He poked fingers into her ears, nostrils, and her mouth; even pulling her tongue out of her mouth before lowering his hands to her breasts.
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As Big Bob left Korah bleeding with her hands still cuffed and the board still in her back, it ddn't look like she was likely to be any trouble to anyone ever again. It was this realization that had made the girls desperate and that made the actions of the cops increasingly unbelievable and beyond simple crookedness to outright assault and murder.
Miriam frowned as she continued to call the hospital. "Korah needs emergency medical care. I'm not going to let you crooks kill her just because you don't want to get caught." She took a step away, still calling.
Amanda gasped as she fell sprawling on the ground. She started to sob silently. Abigail growled at Jason as he took her phone, falling back on her shorts-clad bottom.
" I see I've been too easy on you sluts. I thought I could be nice to you: that there was a chance you were lost tourists. But now you've shown your true vicous criminal character and you'll suffer the consequences." Jason and Big Bob used disposable plastic restraints to fasten all the girls wrists behind their backs.
Miriam closed her eyes and started to sob silently as the man mushed her hair and poked around her soft face before moving on the molest her breasts. She kept her legs spread but her hands tugged at the plastifuffs on her wrists.
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" Yeah Bob, we better get the clumsy bitch checked out. You got influence at the Indian Hospital. If you tell 'em there'll be no reports. You take her over there to the doc and I'll call in for back-up to move these other bitches."
"OK Jason. Sounds good to me. You sure you can handle these other four ? We don't want to have to call a posee to run one of 'em down out in the sage ! "
"I'll do fine Bob. In fact I might even have one of the gals entertain me while I wait........."
Big Bob took the board out from behind Korah's back. He brushed the dust off and straightened her clothes. He felt her up good as he did so. Then he loaded her in the back seat and drove off to the hospital.
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Korah moaned lightly in the back seat as he drove her to the hospital. She tugged uncomfortably at her handcuffs, whimpering with pain as she did so. She made a few desperate kicks at the back of the seat before quieting down. Then she was silent for about ten minutes, just sitting there and bleeding on the seat. "I'm sorry I made you bleed." she finally ventured.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me a bitch." Miriam said petulantly.
"I would really like to speak to my lawyer." Abigail said. "I'm pretty sure this isn't how it's supposed to work."
"Are you going to kill us?" Amanda whined fearfully.
"If I wan't cuffed and on the ground, I'd totally kick that guys ass." Hannah blurted out with an angry glare in the direction of the departing Bob. "He beat the shit out of my friend."
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Driving Korah to the hospital was uneventful. She was whimpering softly, motionless, slumped across the back seat. Big Bob left her there with the doors locked, while he went in the hospital. He was looking for his cousin Shining Star who was the shift RN.
Meanwhile Jason had the girls under control as he waited for two of his deputies to come help him. The four girls lay on their tummys on the ground under the blazing hot sun. Jason leaned agaist a tree in the shade watching them.
Four solid young asses. He imagined the sight of four pairs of naked buttocks and felt a swelling in his pants. " That's good girls just keep quiet and you won't get hurt. Now maybe one of you would leke to get up and come over here in the shade and tell me all about what you're doing up here. It'll go alot easier for you girls if you just tell me the truth....."
No one responded.
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Korah shifted a little as he got out of the car, frowning that he hadn't bothered to respond at all to what she said. She had been trying to be nice. She could see the bloodstain on Bob's shirt and all. She groaned lightly again as her cuffed hands rested on her succulent thighs. "Please don't leve me alone out here..." she begged softly...
Miriam's ass, encased in her tight trousers, was plump and meaty, jiggling a little every time she shifted her position. Hannah's was tight under her jeans and Abigail's was tight and muscular as well, although it was a little more exposed by her tiny cut-offs which definitely showed her powerful, spread thighs. Amanda's was lean and trim and could largely be seen under her tiny little pink shorts. Abigail and Amanda were especially squirmy as their bare legs were pressed against the burning sand. They whimpered every now and again and, in fact, Amanda did respond. "I'll talk to you. Get me over in the shade." she said fairly simply, turning to look at him expectantly while Abigail groaned slightly beside her.