"Naw, I ain't gonna fuck you there. That's a sloppy, big hole. Too many guys have beat me to it."
Shocked, she opened her eyes and started to complain. She never got the chance. Mollusk reached under her left asscheek, gripped hard and then lifted. Christine felt herself rolling over on the top of the counter. Her legs got tangled up with the gunman's body, but he quickly pressed her ankles forward until they touched in the middle of her back. She was agile but he was pushing her muscles too far. She cried out in pain.
"Bend, damn you, bend. I want to keep you nice
and limber because I'm gonna fuck you up that shit chute of yours.
"What? What do you mean?" she asked. She understood the words, but was too frightened of Mollusk to be able to figure out what he was going to do to her. All she could fathom was that it wouldn't be pleasant-for her.
"I'm gonna butt-fuck you, lady. You know. Cornhole you. Teach you a little Greek culture. What the fuck do you call it?"
"You're going to fuck me up the asshole?" The words came from her lips, almost lifeless with shock. She had never had a man screw her up the rear before. And she hardly wanted to start now with this brutal man..
"You called it. I'm gonna butt-fuck you like you've never been butt-fucked before. Might as well relax and enjoy it."
"No!" she screamed. "You can't. Nobody's ever done that to me before. I… oh, dear God!"
His hand pressed into the small of her back to keep her from moving. Legs trailing over the edge of the case and not even reaching the floor, she had no leverage to pull herself erect. Her pussy was widely exposed to the man's prick-and so was her asshole.
She felt the blunted tip of his throbbingly erect cock push against the tightly held ring of her anus. The anal sphincter tightened up, refusing to allow any male invader up her back door. But the man
wasn't going away. He kept a steady pressure against the pink ring of ass muscle. He kneaded her buttocks in an attempt to get her to loosen up. If anything, it only warned the woman not to give in an inch.
An inch of prick in her rectum would give him the chance to stuff in two, and two would lead to four, and then he would be raping her ass.
"Please," she moaned, straining to get away from the man's probing cock. "Don't do this to me!"
"Hell, baby, you'll love it. Just wait till I get buried to the hilt in that virgin ass of yours. You do want your cherry for a tail-light, don't you?"
She sobbed openly, her fingers gripping the edges of the counter. The harder she tried to keep him out, the more it seemed he was sinking into her body. Finally, her asshole gave up entirely. She felt her ass fill with hot, hard cock that threatened to rip her apart.
Never had she felt such pain, even when she'd had her cherry popped. The pain inside spread like wildfire. She moaned, and cried bitter tears of humiliation and agony now. The man's prick slowly expanded her resilient shit chute walls, and the pain slackened-a little.
"Yeah, baby, you got a tight ass. I love 'em that way. And hot! Shit you make me feel like I just fucked into a vise, and then the vise was tossed into a furnace. Tight and hot, that's the way I like to
feel 'em around my cock."
He shoved in another couple of inches, and she felt his balls wetly slapping against her pussy lips. Ironically, this turned her on. She loved the feel of the hairy little bag rubbing against her puffy cunt lips. She began to struggle, but in a more passionate way.
The cock up her ass wasn't all that bad, she decided. It was even sexy, sort of. And if he actually started fucking her ass, it could be nice.
She thought she'd lose her mind when he began to pull back, however, the intense suction that was formed in her ass by the tight fit between her ass walls and his cock, threatened to pull her guts out with his cock. A loud fart sounded and then he was plugging her tightest passage with his prick again. The pain lanced into her ass, and slowly went away as she felt his hot cock pulsing hard inside her. He started fucking her then with a slow, powerful motion that built up her desires in spite of her intentions. She didn't want to enjoy this. That would be perverted, even obscene. The man was raping her up the ass. She didn't want him doing this. How could she possibly be expected to enjoy such a thing?
But she was. Until she-felt the sharp nick of his knife against her flattened tit. Her chest pressed down firmly into the glass case. His knife point slid forward and lightly cut the base of her right tit. All the time the knife blade was drawing blood, his
powerful body was fucking her.
She felt his cock sinking deeper and deeper into her cunt with every forward thrust. He tore at her tender inner flesh until she was positive he was ripping her into bloody shreds. She broke down and cried openly now, not even trying to hold it back. Everything was wrong.
He was humiliating her horribly. He stripped her and forced her to wear those revealing crotchless panties. Not content with fucking her up the pussy, he butt-fucked her instead. She felt his cock expanding in her tight ass, and tensed up herself.
This made his cock feel even larger in her than before. She could feel every single contour of that mighty fuck stick. The broad arrowhead of his glans pressed firmly into the walls of her asshole. The big blue vein on the top of his prick pulsed and throbbed in tempo with his beating heart. The thickness of his shaft made her feel as if he were pulling her apart from the inside.
But the way he fucked drove her out of her skull now. Short, quick movements built the friction in her shit chute to the point where she was sure she was on fire. The burning felt more like acid had been dumped into her ass.
"Keep moving like that, baby," he ordered, "and I'll give you the sexiest enema you ever got in your short life."
His prick raced in and out of her ass with increasing authority. He was getting his rocks off on
ass-raping her. She felt shame and embarrassment. The woman couldn't turn around/and look, but she knew that both Len and Jackie were standing nearby and seeing every second of her humiliation. She tried to escape by sliding backwards off the display case.
This only rammed her ass back into, the curve of the man's groin. She felt his cock bury itself a full inch deeper into her body. Everything she did worked against her. The more she tried to elude that hard-driving cock, the deeper she seemed to get it.
Her tender flesh ached from the strain. And the man's cock reached everywhere in her ass. She felt him rubbing against the humid sides of her asscheeks, before sinking through the tight ring of her anus. Then he surged harder and shot full length into her body. A grinding motion caused his cock to work even more erotically against her inner flesh.
Her entire ass churned and burned. Tiny nerves never before touched started to respond. She simply knew that millions of fire ants had been poured into her asshole and they were eating away at her flesh. The pain and indignity of the position made her kick out her legs.
This had an effect totally different from what she had expected. She'd wanted to scoot forward and get away from the probing cock. Instead, it caused her body to buck up and produce a different angle of entry for the man's prick. She felt the sudden swelling of his cock, and then her asshole was filled with his white-hot jism. The constant surge of his come almost made her faint in shock.
"Why, why me?" she moaned over and over.
Panting, his prick already beginning to melt, Mollusk answered, "Because you had a virgin ass, that's why, Now if Len wants sloppy seconds up your butt, he can have them."
"Who, me?" answered the other thief. "I got all the pretty meat I want right here, don't I?"
Christine heard Jackie make a choked sound. She realized they were both in big trouble and not likely to get away alive. As her feverish mind worked, she came up with an even worse fate. Len and Mollusk wouldn't kill them-they would merely use them all night long and leave the two women degraded and ashamed of their own bodies. That was the fate worse than death: Self-hate.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Damn, but she has a tight ass. A go
od fuck," smiled Mollusk. Christine looked up from her sprawled position on the display counter and shuddered at the sight. The man's broken tooth made him appear absolutely evil. Never had she seen a man who could make her quake and fear like this one.
"I got off on this chick, too," said Len, not to be bested. "I think she's got a tighter pussy than yours. That's why you wanted to cornhole yours."
Christine looked into the small dressing booth at the bound Jackie. The woman was white with fear. Christine didn't blame her at all. They were in a terrible fix. These two men had them under absolute control and there didn't seem to be any way they could escape.
"What are you going to do with us?" asked Christine, trying to keep her voice as calm and level as possible. She realized that, as with animals, the slightest show of fear might mean her death.
Len shrugged, and Mollusk leered. "I think you know what we got in mind. We ducked into this store thinking we could hide out all night and then split in the morning after the heat was off. With you two, well, that sorta complicates things, don't it?"
"Not really," Christine said hastily. "We…we won't say a word about this. Honest. You can let us go and…"
"And you'd go squealing to the cops," snapped Len. "We ain't that stupid. You just been ass raped and she's been raped up her nice little cunt and you expect us to believe you wouldn't report it?"
"No, no!" cried Christine. "Listen, women always get a raw deal in a rape case. You ought to know that. We… we wouldn't want to go to trial and then have to spill every intimate detail of our personal lives. That's the way the defense would go. You know that."
"Yeah," said Len slowly. "You got a point But you got to have a lot of really kinky things to tell before that would mean a thing. Tell us about them, and me and Mollusk will decide if we can let you go."
"What do you mean?"
"Tell us all the sordid things you wouldn't want to tell on the stand if you had to testify. If they're sicko enough, then maybe we'll let you both go. Your argument sounds good, if you'd really be telling a lot of shit."
Christine licked her lips. She hardly knew what to say. Luckily, she was rescued by Jackie crying out, "I'll tell you all the awful things I've done. But let me loose first."
"Do it, Mollusk. And get over her so we can watch both these pervo chicks."
Jackie was brought over. Her blouse hung in tatters on her shoulders but her skirt fell to cover her recently raped snatch. Her hands were swollen and numb and totally useless for gripping. Christine felt pity for her friend but hoped she could come up with a twisted enough set of imaginary sexual doings to convince Len and Mollusk to let them go.
"You'll let us go?" asked Christine hopefully.
"Hell, no!" exclaimed Len.
To show exactly how upstanding he was, Len moved and showed both women the way his prick was slowly jerking to full mast. His erection throbbed as he stroked along the length of his cock and soon the plum-tipped head looked as large as a golf ball.
"What do you say, Mollusk, would you let 'em go?"
"Shit, no."
Len and Mollusk hurriedly bound Jackie's wrists to her ankles. In this kneeling position, she could move but she wasn't able to grab either of the men.
"Yeah, that's the way I like to see 'em. All tied up, and ready to suck on my cock!"
Len stood boldly in front of the bound woman, his prick just inches away from her mouth. He tempted her with it, holding it out for her to suck on, and then moving backwards just enough so that she was still sucking him.
"Come on, kid, let's see how good you suck cock. Give me head, damn you, and do it fast!"
"Go to hell," Jackie snapped. And this cost her. Mollusk had found a length of nylon rope in a nearby sports good display. He used this as a lash to land across the woman's naked back. An ugly red welt appeared under the rope as he repeatedly applied it to her once-virginal white flesh.
"Aieeee!" she cried, sobbing openly. "Stop! That hurts. Don't do this to me. Please, I'll do anything. Anything!"
"Then suck his prick," said Mollusk, obviously enjoying giving the woman a beating. Christine could see the man's prick actually jerking aloft into a full-fledged boner as he continued to whip Jackie.
Christine started to edge away while the men's
attention was focused on her unfortunate friend. She felt like a traitor but this was a matter of life or death. As long as Jackie gave a good enough blowjob, neither of the men would notice anything amiss. And she might be able to get away and find the police.
Her hopes were crushed when Mollusk tossed the rope around her neck, and pulled her off her feet. The rope was like a noose, and he pulled her kicking and strangling along the floor.
"Don't go getting any smart ideas, babe;" he told her. "You'll end up dead if you do."
She got the message when Mollusk forced her flat on her belly, with her tits pressing into the cold floor. He looped the other end of the rope around her raised ankles. She was pulled into a bow. If she dropped her legs, she would strangle herself with the rope. He quickly took a couple turns around her wrists to prevent her from unfastening his handiwork. He stood back and leered down at her.
"That should hold you. And you got a front row seat for what's gonna happen to your dog-loving friend. She's gonna get a real man's prick stuffed up her cunt, now. Just you watch, and take notes, huh?"
Mollusk dived and slid at a right angle into Jackie. She had to rise, to accommodate his bulky body. With Len's cock lightly brushing her lips she was too confused to know what to do.
Len continued the beating that Mollusk had
started. "Keep sucking, damnit, you slimy cunt. Don't you know a real stud's prick when you see it? Worship at my cock, bitch!"
She took his prick into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. Her cheeks went hollow under the suction she applied. She used her tongue the best she could. The pain from the whipping distracted her from giving the superb blowjob that she was capable of.
And Jackie also noticed something going on between her legs. Mollusk's fingers groped under her skirt, and started jerking on it. In less than a minute, he ripped it from her body. She was now totally naked, kneeling over the man's crotch, and sucking on the other man's cock.
Never had she been in a worse jam. And, to add injury to her humiliation, Len's continued whipping of her back and shoulders was beginning to draw oozing red lines of blood. She only hoped he didn't transfer his attentions to her more tender and vulnerable tits. He could ruin her, if he tried whipping her turgid nipples, or the slopes of those pointy tipped mounds of titflesh.
The auburn-haired woman felt Mollusk forcing her legs farther and farther apart. She could do nothing but allow him to do it. She felt as if he might split her in two, but she couldn't even call out and tell him to stop as long as Len's cock thrust insistently into her mouth.
She rose up enough for Mollusk to position
himself under her. He was flat on his back, and had grabbed both of her asscheeks. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but the feel of his hands moving over her ass was sexy, and turned her on. She was sucking cock and getting her ass fondled. What more could a woman want?
She snapped back to reality when she felt the harsh lash of the nylon rope stinging her shoulders. Tears came to her eyes. And then she gasped.
Mollusk wiggled a bit farther under her, and shoved his prick between her wide-spread pussy lips. He was going to fuck her while she was sucking off Len!
"No, no, don't, please. I'm so sore up the pussy!"
Her entire body shook, as the man shoved himself all the way into her cunt. He didn't care that her pussy was still sore and aching from when Len had raped her. All he cared about was his own insane lust. He wanted to get his rocks off, and it didn't matter to him if she felt any pain or not.
Or maybe it did. Maybe he got his kicks from knowing that she hurt all over. The woman was too confused to understand her own feelings, much less those of the man intent on raping her aga
in.
"You in good, Mollusk?" asked Len. "I'm gonna pick up the tempo. My balls feel like they're gonna pop any second now."
He was as good as his word. Forceful thrusts sent his cock in and out of the girl's sucking lips.
She felt the friction mounting, and then his cock shot all the way down her throat. She gagged and pulled back. She was rewarded with the sharp sting of the lash again.
"Don't want to suck a man's prick, huh? I'll teach you!"
And he did. She felt the blood oozing from the lash marks criss-crossing her back. Her tits heaved up and down in agony, as the man continued to shove his prick in and out of her mouth. She could hardly breathe, but that didn't stop him. If he could suffocate her with his prick, he would. He was cruel and heartless.
Heavy hands pressed the small of her back. She bent forward in response and found that Mollusks s cock danced delightedly in the tight confines of her juicy cunt. He had only to lift his hips slightly to ram deeply into her pussy. The angle of entry was excitingly different for her. She hated herself for responding so powerfully, but she had to. Her body demanded it.
Mollusk drove in and out of her clutching cunt with all the power locked in his body. She could feel the masculine power seething in his prick and balls. He rammed and drove and ground his crotch into hers. She shuddered as the sexual tensions got too much for her.
She came.
And as she came, she gasped and felt the hot rush of Len's come spattering into her face and
hair. He was missing her mouth on purpose. He wanted to mark her with his jism, like a dog marks a fire hydrant with its piss. She tossed her head, trying to avoid the hot gobs of come that arched through the air, but she failed. The thick rivers of manseed poured down her checks, and dripped onto her tits from her chin.
Jackie hardly had any time to hate Len for what he had done to her. She loved the taste of come and would have cheerfully sucked every single drop of his come if he had shot off in her mouth. Just the thrusting, fucking, dancing prick in her cunt demanded more of her attention now.
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