Raped Captives

by Robert Vickers

  He held up his revolver and smiled even more broadly. Jerry cringed back a little in disgust and Lynda clung to him, trying to get some support from the man. She realized that Len and Mollusk were capable of doing anything. They were cruel

  and brutal. Murder might be the least of what they'd done in their lives. She had seen enough of the sex play with Jackie and Christine to know that these two had raped them repeatedly while torturing them. She shivered again in the cold of the garden department, remembering what they had just done to her.

  On the surface, it had been fun. Rut they had a way of perverting the best of fuckings. They had beaten her with the garden hose. Her shoulders and back ached now, the muscles battered and bruised. And she could hardly remain seated due to the pain in her guts. Jerry's vibrating cock had been nice- that was something she would have wanted to try if she'd though of it hers if. But the gun up her asshole had hurt. It hurt!

  "He can't do anything, not yet," she pointed out, as if logic would do any good with these two She still hadn't learned the full viciousness that they could summon up to haunt her.

  "Then let's have some fun with you while we're waiting," said Mollusk, dragging her off the mower. Jerry tried to stop him and received a long barrel of hard steel alongside his head for the effort. He collapsed to the floor, moaning.

  Len pulled Lynda along, dragging her rather than letting her walk. "I don't know what I should do with you. I don't want no sloppy seconds."

  "Hose her out," suggested Mollusk.

  "Good idea," Len said, allowing Lynda to

  collapse to the floor. She simply stayed on hands and knees, sobbing. She didn't think they could do anything to her that they hadn't already done. But she was wrong.

  She felt Len thrusting something round and cold and hard into her pussy. Opening her blue eyes in horror, she saw him stuffing one end of the garden hose between the pinkly scalloped lips of her pussy.

  "Don't do that!" she cried. She received a flat handed slap that made her ears ring. She tried to get away from the man, to elude him. It wasn't possible. He followed her everywhere, shoving more and more of the hose up her cunt until she screamed in pain. He had pushed close to a foot into her guts when he grabbed her slender wrists and used the same hose to securely fasten them behind her back.

  "Now we'll get that slimy fuck pit of yours cleaned out," he said. "Go on, Mollusk, turn it on."

  "Hey, this isn't my style," Mollusk said. For a moment, hope flared inside Lynda that the other man would argue with his partner. She felt that hope die miserably when she saw what he really meant.

  "Go on, cocksucker," Mollusk ordered Jerry. "You get it turned on. I want you to do it, or I'll shoot your balls off. You ain't much, but being a eunuch will make life even more worthless for you." He cocked his pistol and shoved it into

  Jerry's groin.

  "Lynda, I…" The look of fright on the man's face told Lynda that he thought Mollusk meant business. She looked away and slowly nodded, her blonde hair falling in long streamers around her face. She knew what Jerry had to do. It would be painful for her, but it would be mutilation for him if he didn't.

  "Go on and do it, Jerry. Oh, dear God, why are you doing this to me?" she begged. She heard the faucet squeaking open, felt the garden hose wrapped around her wrists stiffen and jerk with the surge of the water, then gasped and almost passed out.

  The water hit her most delicate tissues like a sledgehammer. The cold piston of water tore away at her guts before gushing around, expanding her pussy walls and flowing from her cunt. She wasn't even aware that she was writhing on the floor, kicking and screaming.. The pain filled her and blotted all else from her mind.

  She had no idea how long they left the water on. It might have been years. She knew she would die from the agony filling her cunt. If only they had used warm water, it might not have been so bad. It was as if an icy knife gouged into her belly and threatened to kill her at any second.

  As suddenly as it had come, the water vanished. The hose resting in her tight fuck tunnel seemed almost benign now.

  "You want to have some fun or do we keep going?" asked Len.

  "Anything," she whined. "I'll do anything you want!"

  "Get the other chick. I want to see some lezzie stuff while her boyfriend cornholes her."

  The buzzing in her head refused to go away. She hardly felt the strong hands pulling her upright so that she was on her knees again. With her hands still tied behind her back she couldn't support her own weight. Opening her eyes, she saw that Mollusk had dragged Christine into the room. She was still trussed up in the bow shape, although Mollusk had undone the rope around her neck and connected it to her wrists. She wasn't likely to strangle herself to death now.

  "What have they done to you, Lynda?" asked Christine, horrified at the way her friend looked. "They just raped us, but you, you're so pale!"

  "No talk," commanded Len. "And you, blondie, start eating cunt. I want to see you lapping at this dyke's cunt right now."

  "Eat," repeated Len. "Lick her pussy, tonguefuck her cunt, do it all. And do it, now!"

  Lynda licked her dried lips and saw that they had

  moved Christine in front of her so that the woman's pussy was widely exposed; Strong hands at the back of her head forced her face down into the sex slot. She gasped and found her nose burrowing through thick pussy fur. The blonde woman had no choice but to obey. Her tongue hesitantly slid back and forth along the puffy cunt lips. She had never done this before and had no idea what she was supposed to do.

  Then it occurred to her that she was a woman, and knew what she liked a man to do when he was eating her. She could do the same things and do them better. With this added confidence, she began slurping and licking and lightly nipping at the cunt lips and clit of the other woman.

  Christine obviously enjoyed the attention. She moaned softly. It wasn't a cry of pain, either. She was enjoying it. This spurred Lynda on to be even bolder. The taste of cunt juice should have turned her off. Instead, it made her even hotter. Her tongue thrust the cock-hard into the other woman's pussy, then rolled around touching the velvety soft cunt walls.

  The more pussy she ate, the more she liked it.

  "See, she takes to it like a natural. Or maybe that should be unnatural," joked Mollusk.

  "She's getting her rocks off for sure," said Len. "And it's about time to let our friend bugger her. Get him over here."

  Jerry was pulled along, his hands securely

  fastened behind his back. He hated to admit it but he was getting another boner just from watching Lynda eat the other woman's pussy. It was almost perverted, he knew, but he couldn't help himself.

  He struggled a little but the men were stronger than he was. The pair of them forced him to kneel behind the upturned ass of the beautiful blonde woman. His prick jutted up and thrust forward between the half moons of her luscious asscheeks. It was all he could do to keep himself in control then. The way his balls tumbled and lurched in the tight little bag containing his balls, he knew that it wouldn't take much more to get him off.

  "Fuck her ass," came the cold order from Len. Jerry looked up and saw the man fondling the barrel of his pistol. The implications was obvious. Either Jerry did as he was told, or they'd all be shot dead.

  "I.. I can't get it in like this. Not with my hands tied."

  "Good point," said Mollusk. "I'll do it for you.

  And he did. Jerry cringed as the other man grabbed hold of his prick and jerked it forward. He thought Mollusk would pull his cock out by the roots, but the man successfully guided him to the ring of Lynda's asshole.

  "Fuck," said Mollusk. "I done all the work for you, now."

  "D-do it, Jerry," stammered Lynda. "They'll

  kill us all if you won't. And this isn't so bad, really."

  She said that just to irk the two criminals. She had never been more degraded and abused in all her young life. The blonde tossed her head back and got some of her hair from her eyes. She couldn't s
ee much more than Christine's widespread pussy in front of her but she could feel all that was being done around her. The way Jerry's cock bucked and lurched, she guessed it wouldn't take much fucking for him to get off.

  That was good. She had never liked ass-fucking. The feel of the cold barrel of the revolver fucking her ass while she and Jerry had screwed on the running power lawn mower had been bad. But she had endured it. The idea of a long, hot and hard cock following that gun up her tightest passage didn't thrill her. She felt a tiny trickle of blood where her inner most membrane had been torn by the metal barrel. A cock would only make her injuries worse.

  Being tied like she was didn't help either. She felt as if she were continually falling face forward. And the garden hose remained firmly lodged in her cunt. That wasn't as bad for her as it had been, but the humiliation was incredible.

  The two robbers had been thorough in their systematic degradation of all their captives. They hadn't missed a bet in putting them down or twisting the knife in their psychic wounds.

  Lynda felt like homemade shit and realized she

  would be feeling even worse before these men let her go-if they ever did.

  "Eat pussy, dammit," said Len. "I want to see you licking up and down that juicy twat. Do it, now!"

  She obeyed when Mollusk started hitting her with the short length of the nylon rope again. The pain blasting into her body was far worse than anything they wanted to do. She applied her tongue to the blue-tinged pussy lips of the other woman. The salty, tangy flavor actually allowed her to get her mind off her predicament for a few seconds.

  Sure, it was perverted what they were forcing her to do, but it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. She enjoyed having a man eat her out. Lynda guessed that Christine liked it, too. What difference was it if a woman's mouth was substituted for a man's?

  "And you, turd face, get to fucking her ass. I want to see that pecker of yours vanishing into her shit chute. Now!"

  She felt the tremors of desire quaking through her entire body as Jerry applied more and more pressure to his cock. It had been resting lightly in the middle of her asshole. Now the man shoved more insistently and the muscle tightened up. She tried to relax. It wouldn't do any good, having him fuck her tensed-up body. That way could only lead to injury for her.

  But it was difficult to obey. She remembered the cold steel of the gun raping her ass. To substitute a flesh and blood cock was something else, but she couldn't convince her body.

  Finally, the man sank his glans into her rectum. He paused for a second, allowing her to adjust to the fact that he had driven his mighty bludgeon of cock into her tightest passage. Then Lynda heard a loud whack and felt Jerry ram his prick balls deep into her bowels.

  The pain blotted out the world around her, but she did hear Len saying, "When I tell you to fuck, you fuck, Got it, shit for brains?"

  She knew what had happened then. Jerry had been willing to butt-fuck her gradually, allowing her body to accustom itself to the thickness of his cock. Len had hit Jerry hard, and driven him unwillingly into her ass. She silently thanked Jerry for his consideration and cursed Len for his brutality. The two robbers had a limitless supply of evil they were willing to force upon their helpless captives.

  The cock resting so firmly in her rectum jiggled and danced a little. She felt her rectum crushing down hot and tight around the thick plug of cock. Every single contour burned itself into her body. The big blue vein on the top of his prick throbbed with the beating of his distant heart. That made her feel a little better. The hood of his glans spread out like an arrowhead, pressing insistently into the walls of her ass.

  The ring of muscle surrounding his prick chopped down hard on the man's cock. She couldn't help herself. Her bound hands had detected the first twitchings of the garden hose. Mollusk had turned on the water again!

  She braced herself a split second before the cold water gushed into her unprotected cunt. The water smashed into her like a solid bar of iron. She screamed, and- then found her cries of agony and outrage smothered by the hot bush of Christine's snatch.

  Strong hands held her face down as the water ripped and tore at her guts. Jerry's cock went wild inside her. He fucked frantically, reaming her out. It felt like an electric drill buzzing and humming inside her body. The friction of his butt-fucking burned her up inside, even as the cold water seemed to freeze her guts.

  Cunt contracting with the cold and her ass on fire, she didn't know how to respond. The fucking finally shoved her over the brink of orgasm. She came, her entire body trembling like a leaf in a high wind. She shivered and moaned and tried to thrash around. The strong hands on the back of her head kept her face shoved fully into the juicy warmth of the other woman's cunt.

  She felt Jerry's cock begin to go limp. She had no idea whether he had come or not. The hot rush of his come would have been disguised by the coldness filling her twat. Then again, his prick might

  just be responding to the cold, an inch away in her guts. The thin inner membranes separating her cunt from, her rectum couldn't prevent the cold from seeping into his prick.

  It didn't matter to her. The pain and humiliation she felt were too great for her to care about anything now. If she could have died then and there, she would have.

  But the men tormenting her wouldn't allow her such an easy out. They kept their fingers laced through her honey blonde hair, forcing her face ever downward into the humid warmth of Christine's pussy.

  "Eat," came the command. "Eat or we'll turn on the water again."

  She tried to obey. Her muscles almost refused to do her bidding. A hesitant tongue licked along the quivering cunt lips, but her tongue simply couldn't thrust far enough into Christine's cunt to please the men.

  The cold water blasted into her unprotected cunt again. Never had she felt such pain and punishment. Her body was able to take its share of agony, but this was worse than any toothache she'd ever had. This was pain starting on the inside of her body and forcing its way outward. Her entire spine felt like a raw nerve ending.

  "Eat pussy, or we'll keep it going!"

  She forced herself to really suck and lick up Christine's cunt oils then. Her tongue lashed forth,

  rough and pink. She found the tiny cunt hole and shoved her tongue in and out with the fastest tongue-fucking she could muster. Christine moaned and began writhing passionately, controlled by just the tip of the blonde's tongue.

  Christine came. Lynda envied the other woman in that instant. She was the only one getting pleasure from this depraved sex torture. Lynda's entire body hurt like hell. Her pussy was shivering from the repeated douching with the cold water and her asshole felt like a red hot poker had been jammed up it. Her jaws ached from having to eat cunt. Her frenzied mind told her to keep going. She pushed Christine over the edge of another orgasm and then Lynda blacked out.

  Her body wouldn't take any more.

  When she regained consciousness seconds later, she heard Mollusk saying, "I think I'm getting another hard-on. What say, Len, shall we fuck 'em again?"

  The other man's answer almost made her faint again. "Sure, and this time, let's do it up good. And I mean good!"

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Lynda stared with disbelief at the two robbers' hard-ons. They jutted and bucked with enough force to make her think they hadn't screwed a woman in months and months. She knew better. Her aching pussy told her that they had been getting their rocks off, and she guessed that both Christine and Jackie could testify to that, too.

  "Why don't you let us go?" she pleaded. "We haven't done anything to you. We won't talk, honest!"

  "We've been over that with your friends," said Mollusk. "We decided that it didn't seem right just letting you rush right out, and go squealing to the cops. And we know that's just what you'd do. I imagine there's one hell of a big reward out for us now."

  "What did you do?" she asked, almost in spite of herself. The blonde kept telling herself that the less she knew of these men the happier she
would be in the long run. Rut she had to know.

  "We stuck-up a jewelry store. Got away with close to half a million bucks worth of diamonds and shit like that." Len smiled broadly at the thought of all the jewels they had stolen. "It was a dream heist," he continued, almost glowing with pride. "They were shipping the ice to Europe and had tons of it just sitting in a damned weak safe. We blew it, and blew off with almost enough to give us both a hernia."

  "Yeah," agreed Mollusk, "and speaking of things like hernias, I think my cock needs some tender loving care. Like being shoved all the way up a hot and tight pussy."

  Lynda swore under her breath. She had hoped to get the men talking about their crime and take their minds off rape and torture. The blonde woman guessed that really wasn't possible, not with three sexy women like Christine, Jackie and herself.

  "Maybe we should have him fuck them some more. I aorta dug watching him ball the blonde

  chick," said Len.

  "Could be, but it doesn't look like he's up to it. What's the matter, big boy, ain't you go no lead for your pencil?" Mollusk flipped the end of Jerry's limp prick with the barrel of his gun. The man tried to move away and found himself pressed against a wall.

  "Let him be. I want to get my rocks off, and that means I gotta sink balls deep in some hot chick's pussy."

  "You're right, Len. I'm so goddamn horny right now I'm about to pop. Just looking at them makes me want to shoot my wad." Mollusk leered at Christine and Lynda.

  The blonde woman felt a thrill of horror pass through her. She knew that Mollusk craved her body. He wanted to fuck her worse than anything else in the world. While she hated the way she was forced by the man to screw Jerry, it would be infinitely worse having that man's huge prick reaming her out, fucking her until she cried for mercy.

  Her ass ached terribly from the butt fucking he had given her with the barrel of his gun. And her pussy was churning from the frigid water that had blasted into her belly. Already she had been tortured and abused and the blonde realized it was only starting for her.