Raped Captives

by Robert Vickers

  "Shit, now that's the kind of broad I like. You got class, kid."

  "You monster!"

  "Hell, no-I'm not a monster, but I got one for you. Look at it!" He pulled down his pants, and a huge prick, already stiff, leaped out. Jackie stared

  at it in amazement. It wasn't that his prick was so huge, but the fact that the fighting had gotten him hard was frightening. He enjoyed seeing her helpless and almost naked!

  "Please," she pleaded. "Don't do this to me." "Aw, fuck it, baby. You're gonna be thanking me for giving you a taste of my cock before we're done!"

  She couldn't effectively fight the man as long as she was trapped in the narrow dressing booth, and he wasn't about to let her get past him. He pinioned her wrists and pulled them high over her head. She felt her tits flattening out as he stretched her upwards.

  "Damn, but you're a hot one. Fucking you is going to be a blast!"

  He easily held her slender wrists in one meaty hand while he fumbled around and found a wire coat hanger. He bent this around her wrists, and lifted her up even more until she was standing on tiptoes. He fastened part of the coat hanger around a clothes hook before tightening the wire around the woman's wrists to the point where she moaned in pain.

  Len stood back and studied his handiwork. Strung up before him was a mostly naked woman, clad only in her red bikini briefs. Her tits rose and fell heavily as she sobbed. Not an ounce of fat marred the perfection of her body. He moved forward again, the gun in his hand.

  "You're really something. A stud like me has his share of broads, but types like you-are too high priced usually. Now I got the money-and I got you."

  "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks and dripping onto the tips of her tits.

  "Nothing you ain't had done to you before," he snapped.

  He jammed the gun into the waistband of his pants and moved forward. She tried to kick him. This only played into his hands. One strong hand grabbed her trim ankle, and pulled her away from the wall. He quickly captured her other leg and held them at his sides, splitting her apart like the wishbone of a chicken. "Yeah, I'm gonna love this."

  Still holding her legs, he bent down and pushed his face into the wide-spread vee of her legs. She felt his teeth raking across her heaving belly. He managed to catch the top edge of her panties. With a savage jerk of his head, he ripped the thin fabric off her body. Her auburn snatch was lewdly exposed to his smirking face. He kissed her pussy, then stood.

  "This is gonna be something you'll remember for a hell of a long time, babe," he said, moving his hands up under her ass.

  Jackie sobbed openly now, not even trying to hold back the show of her misery. Her hands ached

  terribly. The wire coat hanger cut off the circulation. The way she was hanging from that coat hanger put an incredible strain on her shoulders and upper arms. Worst of all, she could see the man's ugly cock coming toward her pussy.

  "Don't do this, please, I beg you!"

  "You'll beg for more when I get done," he said. He stabbed with his hips. His cock went skittering along between her cunt lips. She moaned, not sure what she was feeling. A man's cock should bring her nothing but pleasure. The thought of being fucked in this disgusting manner by this horrible criminal should have turned her off. She felt revulsion-and she also felt her pussy begin to dampen.

  It might have been lust or it might have been fear. She didn't know. Her eyes widened as he realigned himself and pistoned forward again. This time his aim was much better. The purple head of his cock rammed directly into her cunt hole.

  "Yeah, baby, you're gonna beg for more before I get done with you tonight!"

  His hips thrust strongly, and he sank balls deep into her unwilling cunt. She screamed in pain. Her cunt wasn't ready for this type, of fucking. Her pussy walls were still dry, the lubricant not working yet. She felt wet cunt lips parted obscenely by the thick plug of the man's raping cock. The more she tried to tell herself this couldn't possibly be happening to her, the more panicked she felt.

  It was happening. This criminal was raping her. He had tied her wrists together with a coat hanger, and strung her up in this dressing booth like a side of beef. She was nothing but a cunt to be fucked to him. And he was doing just that.

  Whatever he could do to humiliate her more, he did. His prick worked in and out of her dry hole with the precision of a jackhammer. Bending forward slightly, he sucked and licked at her huge tits. She felt excitement mounting inside of her, in spite of her predicament.

  The more he fucked, the more pain she felt from her arms and shoulders. The cruel wire binding her wrists so securely, cut into her flesh, and caused her hands to go totally numb. Soon, they would begin to turn purple from lack of blood. But not yet.

  While the agony of her arms and shoulders was just beginning, she had to endure the full torment. of knowing he was fucking her when she didn't want his prick inside her. She could look down and see his ugly red stalk vanishing between her delicate, pink, inner cunt lips. And, in spite of herself, she felt her pussy beginning to respond to him. She tried to tell herself this was only a means of self-defense. If her twat could cause enough of her love juices to flow, he wouldn't rip her sensitive pussy apart.

  That's what she told herself.

  She was lying and she knew it. She was getting

  hot for his prick. The idea of being so helpless secretly thrilled her. She had had rape fantasies, and now she was living one out. The man wouldn't really harm her, she thought. He wanted what only she could offer, and he was taking it. It didn't matter to him that she wasn't freely offering her pussy.

  He fucked her so hard that her body slammed into the thin plywood wall. Echoes of the fucking filled the deserted department store. She sobbed and moaned as he continued to drive his prick in to the hilt.

  She felt his balls wetly slapping against her ass. He held her legs firmly under his arms as he might hold a wheelbarrow's handles. He used her body to give himself the maximum pleasure possible. While she couldn't move freely, he could and did swing her from side to side, his hands gripping her firm thighs with steely ferocity.

  "Don't! Don't fuck me like I was trash!" she pleaded. Her pleas foil on deaf ears. The man was intent on fucking her. He didn't care if she enjoyed it or not.

  His hands slipped to her knees. This caused her ass to drop, and his cock to almost slide from her cunt. He then jerked her back up, his cock sinking deeper into her cunt than ever before. He twisted her hips, jerked her around, and dropped her repeatedly. The woman felt as if he were driving a corkscrew into her tender pussy.

  Everything began to come together for her. The

  pain raced down her arms and exploded with fury in her body. The way he occasionally leaned forward to nurse at her tits gave her pleasure. The pleasure and pain didn't quite cancel out each other. She felt an odd mixture of desire and horror, mounting inside her tender, trapped body.

  His cock swelled inside her tight fuck tunnel to the point where she was sure he would rip her apart. Sobbing, she tried to kick away from his iron grasp. She was too weak, and the position he held her in was against her. He continued to rain his prick into her obscenely wide-spread cunt.

  The smucking noise of his cock reaming her out filled the tiny booth. She trembled all over, wondering what was happening to her. When she came, it took her entirely by surprise. She had gotten off on both the thrill of feeling a virile prick fucking her pussy and a sharp jolt of pain racing down through her young body.

  The shock of her orgasm caused her pussy to convulse powerfully around his deeply buried cock. She felt every single contour of his swollen prick as she rocked from side to side, lost in the throes of stark desire.

  "Shit, baby, you're both tight and hot. That's the kind of pussy I just love to fuck!"

  His hips went berserk. He rammed her back repeatedly into the wood wall, until she had the air knocked out of her. Then his cock exploded inside her twat. She felt the hot, sweet rush of hi
s jism

  rifling her up. He came and came and came gallons of man-seed, whitewashing her insides.

  Confused, Jackie tried to understand what was happening to her head. At the very end, it hadn't mattered to her that the man was raping her. She had actually gotten off on the and humiliation. She loved fucking, but this was something totally new and different for her.

  He dropped her legs and stood back. She strained to support her weight on the tips of her toes. Jackie had thought she preferred this to being raped by the man. She was wrong. Soon, her calves began to knot from the strain of supporting her weight only on her toes.

  "You just stay there, honey, and we'll see what your friend and Mollusk have been up to. Knowing him, I bet it ain't pleasant. That dude's got a nasty streak in him a mile wide!"

  She shuddered and cried hot, salty tears now. Jackie couldn't imagine the kind of punishment her friend was enduring, if even Len thought Mollusk was mean. What had started as a simple shopping spree on her part, had turned into a nightmare.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  "Hey, look at that. Ain't that really something else?" gloated Mollusk. He jammed the gun firmly into Christine's back as he forced her to watch what Len was doing to her friend.

  Christine cringed, hardly able to look. Yet she felt an unreal quality, seeing her friend tied up so securely and raped like that. It was as if she were watching a movie. She knew it was actually happening, and still it seemed so impossible, that she watched in rapt fascination.

  The woman watched every single motion in that obscene act. She saw Len's huge prick part Jackie's pink inner labia, and then drive balls deep into her pussy. She saw the cunt juices leaking out and dribbling onto the floor of the booth. She heard and saw and practically felt every single thing that Len did to her friend.

  "Looks like fun," observed Mollusk. "Let's try it ourselves. You're a hot bush. You gotta have ideas that would pleasure me."

  "Go to hell!"

  "No way to talk to the guy who's got a gun rammed into your ribs." He brutally thrust the gun at her side, and twisted it a little until she felt the front sight cutting into her flesh.

  "Wh-what do you want?" she stammered. She was hardly able to keep from breaking down and crying. And all the time she kept her eyes on Len fucking Jackie. She saw the expression on her friend's face. It was such a curious mixture of lust and tenor that Christine hardly recognized Jackie. The entire rape was degrading and horrible.

  Christine knew Jackie's hands would surely fall off from lack of circulation at any second. She could actually see her flesh turning an ugly blue.

  "I dunno. But we got this whole fucking store to find things to do in. Hell," he said, "why go anywhere else? We got some really nice stuff right here."

  He lifted one of the frilly nighties with the tip of

  his gun and tossed it to Christine.

  "Get into it," he ordered. "I want to see how you look."

  "No." She had decided she would be firm. He couldn't make her do anything she didn't want to do.

  She was wrong.

  He slapped her so hard, that she stumbled and fell to her knees. The ringing sound in her ears from the blow made her dizzy, and her vision blurred. She hardly even felt it when he pulled her to shaky legs and shoved her hard against one of the display cases.

  "Strip," he ordered. "Get naked. I want to see bare ass in ten seconds, or I'll ram this gun barrel where the sun never shines."

  To show that he meant business, he jammed the long barrel of the revolver into her ass. She felt her asscheeks parting under the pressure and the sting from the gun sight cutting into her tender flesh brought her back to her senses. This man was capable of anything, even murder. He had robbed a store, and had fled to hide from the police. Perhaps he had already killed that night, and was looking for another victim.

  Only by cooperating with him could Christine possibly survive. Hesitantly, she began unfastening the buttons on her blouse. It wasn't fast enough for the gunman.

  "Hell, lemme show you how to do it right." He

  reached out a meaty hand and gripped the fabric at her neckline. A savage tug sent buttons skittering across the floor, dancing and spinning away. The blouse hung open, and exposed her lush, ripe tits.

  She shivered and looked down stupidly at her naked boobs jiggling to and fro. The woman hardly knew what to do or say. When Mollusk laughed, it was evil and promised her nothing but more humiliation.

  "Like that, huh? Good. Now get the rest of those duds off. And do it now, or I'll do it myself."

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. A dull snick brought the switchblade knife open. The steel blade gleamed in the dull light. The sharp tip looked like a needle to the frightened woman.

  Shrugging her shoulders, she dropped the ripped blouse to a small, pathetic pile on the floor, and immediately began working on the snap holding her skin. She didn't get that far. A quick backhanded slap knocked her sprawling on the top of one of the display cases. She was stunned and couldn't do anything but quiver like a fish out of water for a moment.

  This was all it took for the man to come aver to her. She felt the icy, cold blade of his switchblade cut lightly into her flesh. He dragged a bloody line down the side of her body until he came to her skirt. A savage slash cut through her skin. The

  man ripped it from her body, actually scooting her a few inches along the top of the slick glass case.

  "Pantyhose," he sneered. "I hate those fucking things. Don't do nothing but get in the way of my pleasure."

  "Don't hurt me, please!" she begged. She saw no mercy in the man's lustful eyes. He was going to have his way with her and nothing she could do would change that.

  "Least ways, you're wearing those damn things with the panties built into them. That saves me some time."

  She almost passed out when she felt the cold tip of his knife press hard into her tender flesh again. He pulled the knife forward until it rested just under her belly button. He caught the edge of her pantyhose and began slicing through the fabric. When the sides of his blade touched her cunt lips she almost passed out from fear.

  "Don't go fainting on me," he said viciously, slapping her. "I want you knowing what I'm doing. I ain't no necrophile who gets his kicks fucking dead chicks. I want you responding to me, got that?"

  "Y-yes," she said, looking down in abject fear as the knife slowly worked lower between her legs. Involuntarily, her legs spread wantonly for the man. She didn't want him cutting her, not there, not her pussy lips.

  A quick twist of his wrist and her pantyhose were

  completely cut into two pieces, one on her left leg and the other on her right. Her snatch was widely exposed to the man's lascivious gaze.

  "Now that's a pussy," he said, licking his dry lips. "And this is what I call a real man's prick."

  Reaching down, he pulled out his cock, about half stiff. Christine almost laughed, and then bit it back. Laughing at Mollusk now would be her death sentence. The man was insane and would do terrible things to her before he allowed her to die. The way he used that knife told her more than she really wanted to know about the man.

  He moved into the vee of her legs and stuffed his half erect cock into her pussy. She sighed, and leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows. This wasn't too bad, she tried to tell herself. The man couldn't fuck her until he got a real boner. If she had him pegged right, he might never get it up.

  "D-do you like it so far?"

  "Hell, babe, it ain't even started yet." He moved his hips back and forth but the woman couldn't feel his prick getting any stiffer inside her. She almost thought she wouldn't have to put up with any more than this simple humiliation when he pulled back and slapped her again.

  "Bitch! You ain't doing nothing for me. You're supposed to help me along."

  "Doing what?"

  "You ain't no virgin. You know what a woman's supposed to do!" He pressed the point of

  the knife into the underside of her right tit until a
tiny drop of blood appeared. "I'm gonna cut this off if you don't get to work."

  "What do you want me to do? I don't know! Honest, I don't know!"

  He glared at her for a second, then turned away, pulling his prick from her pussy. He stood with his hands on his hips for a moment, then pointed silently to a lingerie display.

  "Do you w-want me to put something on?"

  "The crotchless, frilly ones. Nothing else."

  She stripped off the severed pantyhose, acutely aware of the man's lusting gaze on her as she worked. The pantyhose came off slowly, one inch at a time. She stroked her fingers down over her smooth, firm thighs to her well-rounded calves and ankles. Kicking, she got rid of one half of her ruined pantyhose. The woman quickly worked off the other side, feeling totally naked and completely helpless as she did so.

  It surprised her that she could feel even more vulnerable than before. The slight wisps of nylon that had remained on her legs had given her some little comfort, a little taste of normalcy. All that was gone now. She hurried to put on the panties, hoping this would give her back a feeling of safety.

  The silk panties flowed across her flesh. Her ass amply pushed against the thin fabric, making her feel almost as naked as before. The thin wisp of the panties pressed against her pussy mound, and

  caused a small tuft of her bush to poke up over the top. This seemed to arouse Mollusk more than anything else. Christine watched in abject terror as his prick jerked up to a full erection.

  "Yeah, baby, that's what I like to see," he said, moving closer to her again. A quick shove against her tits made her sit down on the top of the display counter. His hands captured her legs and lifted them up on either side of her body. She closed her eyes and waited.

  She felt the heavy bludgeon of his cock press into the slit of the frilly panties, and find her cunt hole. She hated herself for responding to the man, but she couldn't help it. It might have been fear or it might have been real lust. She couldn't tell. All she knew for a fact was that her pussy was beginning to get damp from her love juices.