All About Love Part XII

The Junctionville Sheriffs Department was alive with activity. Activity that, for the moment, was being shielded from prying eyes on the outside. The mayor had issued an order that the disappearance of his daughter and the hunt for Alan and Phil be kept under wraps. At least until they had some positive lead as to where each and everyone of them was and certainly not until the other kids made it safely back to town. With the exception of a trusted few, not even all the deputies knew what was happening.

This was a very tall order because town hall was now in the process of being set up for the mayors much anticipated press conference. The local papers, television stations and radio stations were all descending on Junctionville.

Behind the closed door of the Sheriffs office, Seargent George Wilson waited patiently for his new boss to speak. 

Jason sat behind his desk, his face a mixture of emotions. He was torn between going after the girl that he loved more than life itself and staying behind to organize the manhunt for Alan Hamilton. Awww shit! He knew George was right. Damn the old man and his fucking wisdom and experience. He had told Jason that Phil and Alan had declared war on Junctionville and the town needed their new sheriff to stay put and organize things. George had volunteered to go after Phil and Lisa. He had pointed out that nobody knew the area of the old access road better than him. Out of all the people on the whole force, he was the one who grew up in that area, still lived in that area and knew it like the back of his old wrinkled hand. But, Jason had tried to reason with himself, Lisa was his responsibility not Georges’. Fuck it all to fucking hell! They were running out of time…Lisa was running out of time. He looked up directly into George’s eyes.

“George,” he said tersely. “You bring her back to me ‘ya hear? You bring her back to me safe and alive or don’t come back at all. I’m trusting you George and, against my better judgement, I’m letting you go alone as you requested. You just make sure you bring…her…home!”

“Don’t you worry Jason,” George replied firmly. “That punk-assed, snot-nosed, ass wipe Robinson is going to get what’s coming to him and I’m the one who’s gonna give it to him. Lisa will be back in your arms safely tonight…this I swear to you and not as your employee but, as your friend.”

Jasons eyes filled with tears as he looked up at the kind, old man before him. He’d known George all his life and he believed every word that he was hearing.
“I know you will George. Just one more thing though…you be careful old friend…’ya hear me? You come back to me safe and sound too.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He turned to leave but, then he stopped and turned back around. “Your father would be so proud of you Jason.” He said warmly. Then he turned and left. 

Jason watched the door close behind George. The memory of his father, growing up under George’s wing, his new responsibilities and now the thought of losing Lisa flooded his mind. It was just too much for the newly appointed sheriff. He put his head in his hands and wept bitterly.

****

Trapped. For the first time in his life Alan Hamilton felt trapped. Things were spinning out of control. He followed those two faggots Paul and Drew to the mayors house and he knew they had ratted him out. No matter. He also knew that Phil had that little slut Lisa all tied up and secured just like he instructed him to do. But what about Jason? What was that little shit up to? 

He’d driven past the station and he saw that it was alive with activity. He had a sinking feeling that Jason knew about his little girlfriend but, he had every confidence that he wouldn’t find him. Not enough man power for that. 

His anger burned deep in the pit of his stomach. He was going to the mayors press conference tonight and he was going to be heard. He was going to be heard even if it meant going out in a blaze of glory. To do that he needed to play his last trump card. His wife. He smiled slowly to himself as he lovingly cleaned his gun. Oh yes…he was going to be heard.

****

Time was running out. George Wilson pulled onto the old access road and he said it again to himself…time was running out. There were at least five abandoned old farmhouses along this road but, he was banking that Phil had taken Lisa to his family farm. The place had been abandoned long ago and it had plenty of dilapitated old buildings to hide someone in. Sheds, at least two barns, the house and various other buildings that had been used for God knows what. Lisa could be anywhere and George had to hurry. 

Finally he turned into the long dirt driveway that would eventually lead up to the house. From there he would have to go on foot but, only after he went through the house. He pulled up in front of the old Robinson homestead, stopped the engine and winced as he slowly and painfully climbed out of his car. This had to be his last hurrah as he was getting to old for this shit! He took his gun out of the holster and slowly approached the building. The windows had long ago been busted out, the roof had slightly collapsed and the front door hung half off rusty hinges. He did not want to go in there but, he promised Jason he’d bring his little girlfriend back to him. He sighed, squared his shoulders and thought of Phil doing unspeakable things to her and his strength was renewed. 

Slowly, cautiously he climbed the wooded steps (thirteen in all) and stepped past the entrance into the dim light. He started his search.

****

Phil sighed with total ecstasy as he sunk his raging hardon deep down Lisa’s throat again. God it felt so good! At last she was his but, she was struggling. Why was she struggling? People in love don’t struggle. He gripped her hair in the back of her head tighter and forced her down the length of his cock again. This time she gagged.

“Easy baby,” he whispered. “Daddy’s here and he thinks you’re doing a good job…just take it easy.”

Tears streamed down Lisa’s cheeks as her mouth was raped over and over again. She had to get out of here! Later on she would tell Jason that, although, her mouth was full of the most foul tasting prick in the world, and she was weak from the blow to the head, she just reacted out of instinct.

When Phil eased out of her throat once more, she opened her mouth wide (as if to accommodate him better) and bit down with all her might! The coppery taste of blood mixed with saliva filled her mouth as Phil levitated off the dirt floor and screamed in agony.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” He back-handed her and sent her flying backwards still tied to the chair. He cupped his bleeding cock (God there was blood everywhere) and stumbled back as intense white-hot pain filled his whole being. She had practically bitten his cock in half!
“I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!” He screamed in pain. 

He reached for his gun but, then realized that he’d left it outside in his car. Half crazed with pain and venomous hatred, he stumbled across the dirt floor (still holding his blood-gushing genitals) and stumbled out in the sunshine to his car.

Moaning in pain and mumbling incoherently to himself he fumbled for his keys and managed to unlock his trunk. He picked up his gun but, his hand was shaking so badly he dropped it. Retrieving it again, he turned around and leaned up against the car. He was bleeding profusely and would have passed out but, his anger and hatred at the girl inside the barn stiffened his resolve. Just as he took two steps forward, he came face to face with George Wilson. George who had heard Lisa scream. George who had moved as fast as his arthritic knees permitted him to. George who was holding a gun with an itchy trigger finger.

“YOU!” Phil screamed in pain.

George took in the scene quickly. Phil’s fly was down and his prick was a mangled, bloody mess (no need to guess what happened there) plus, he was holding his gun (not to steadily) and was raising it toward him. As if in slow motion George raised his too. Two shots rang out. One shot went wild. One shot found it’s mark. Phil Robinson was dead before he hit the ground. George had shot him through the heart.

Cautiously he moved forward until he stood over him. He rolled him over slowly with his foot and glared down at his still form.
“Go to hell you punk-assed, snot-nosed, ass wipe.” He muttered under his breath.

Then he turned toward the barn to go and fetch Lisa. When he entered, he saw her on the ground, tied to a chair and struggling against her bonds. He moved as fast as he could to her and practically fell down to her side.
“Easy Miss Osgood,” he said gently.