Raped Captives

by Robert Vickers

  "You and the other chick, the one we left tied up in the clothing department, let's fuck them," said Mollusk, licking his lips.

  "Yeah, but let's do it different. I'm tired of the same old in and out fucking," said Len. "I want to do something we'll all remember for a long, long time."

  "Just leave that to your old buddy," said Mollusk. "Drag the other bitch back in here and let's see how hot her cunt really is."

  Mollusk sat on the edge of the counter for a second, then hopped down and grabbed Lynda under the arms and hoisted her to the top of the display case. He laid her flat on her back so that she could stare up with frightened eyes at him. Just the touch of his hands against her smooth, naked flesh made her uneasy. The man licked his lips again and let his fingertips lightly flick over the tips of her tits.

  Her nipples sprang up, hard and throbbing. She hated herself for responding but as long as he was being gentle with her, she couldn't help it. Soon, her nipples pulsed with hot, aroused blood and visibly begged for a man's mouth.

  Mollusk didn't hesitate giving it to her. She sobbed openly when she felt his hot breath against her titflesh. His rough, pink tongue slithered out and raked the snowy white slopes of her boobs. He skied down one of the conical jugs and lavished great oral care in the deep valley between her tits. His tongue licked and danced until she was moaning in abject pleasure. This was such a change from the pain he had given her before by shoving the gun

  up her butt or stuffing the garden hose into her cunt that she actually thought the fucking would be ordinary.

  She was wrong.

  She felt his callused hand spreading her legs. The pleasure rocketing down into her chest from his sucking her nipples made her wantonly spread for him. Her blonde-rimmed pussy was wide open for the man to stuff his prick into her. But he stopped.

  Opening her eyes to see what was wrong, she saw nothing but ferocious evil on the man's face. He was toying with her, playing with her like a child might play with a dog-or a cat playing with a trapped mouse.

  "Your cunt's wet," he said.

  "Please," she begged, "let us go. I'll do anything if you'll let us all go afterwards."

  "I'll do whatever I damn well please. And why should I let any of you go after I'm done?" he said. "You're our prisoners and we intend to have a lot of fun with you, one goddamn fucking hell of a lot of fun!"

  Lynda cringed when she saw Len dragging Jackie in, The other woman was pale with fright. Lynda could only guess what the men had already done to the woman. She didn't have any spare time for speculation. Len dumped Jackie face first on top of her.

  The two women struggled for a moment on the

  counter until strong hands maneuvered them into the desired positions. Lynda found her face pressing into Jackie's twat and Jackie's mouth was just inches away from her cunt. They were forced into the sixty-nine position.

  "Go on and eat. Don't you chicks see the television ads? They all say eating out is fun. So do it!"

  Lynda felt Jackie jerk hard and heard the dull thwack of the nylon rope descending on bare flesh. They were whipping Jackie to force her to eat pussy. Lynda moaned softly when she felt the other woman's tongue licking and stroking along her cunt lips. The woman was being forced to do the very thing she had been ordered to do for Christine,

  And it felt good.

  Lynda hated herself even more for admitting that. She loved the feel of a tongue all over her cunt-and it didn't matter to her if it was a man's tongue or a woman's. It was the rough, agile action against her trembling pussy lips that got her off.

  But the men didn't allow her to simply enjoy. A rough hand grabbed a. handful of her blonde hair and jerked her upwards so that her own mouth touched Jackie's pussy mound.

  "Eat!" came the harsh command.

  Again, Lynda felt that she was able to cheat the men of their sick pleasures by actually enjoying this. She would never have done it on her own, but

  eating out Christine had been fun. Her tongue stabbed out and caught the end of one of Jackie s pussy lips. Teasing it, she maneuvered the rigid flap of cunt flesh into her own mouth.

  Gently gnawing on the turgid cunt lips with her teeth, she felt the other woman stiffen and begin to move on top of her. The weight of the other woman's body struggling passionately on top of her crushed her tits flat. Even this wasn't real torture. Compared to what the two robbers had made them do before, this was heaven on earth.

  When Jackie's pussy began to flow with its thick love oils, Lynda felt the strong hand lacing through her lustrous blonde hair again. Her face was jerked away painfully.

  "Enough," said Mollusk. "Now it's time for us to get our jollies. Pull hard on her, Len."

  The strong hand held her head firmly. She screamed as Jackie's body was dragged away. The way her hippies rubbed against the other woman's body was bordering on the painful. And then it was over. Their tits rubbed together and each stared down into the other's belly.

  "Lick belly buttons," came the cold command from Len. Lynda didn't know what was expected of her. Her legs dangled over one edge of the counter. Jackie, still lying face down on top of her body, had her legs dangling over the other edge of the counter.

  The blonde woman didn't have to wait long to

  find out what the men were going to do. Jackie s body stiffened and the auburn-haired woman moaned out, "Your cock! It's so damn biiiiig!"

  Then Lynda felt the blunted head of a prick driving into her well-greased sex slot. Her cunt lips were shoved apart and the cock poised at the entrance to her cunt hole. Her legs were pulled wide apart and held by the man fucking her. She couldn't even tell which man it was, but she thought it was probably Mollusk. He had had that look in his eye every time her tits bounced, every time her blonde pussy had been exposed to his lusting gaze.

  The women were being fucked, both at the same time, while they were lying one on top of the other. Lynda bore the full weight of the other woman, but decided she had the best of the deal. The counter supported her fully. The only points where they really touched-their boobs-were crushed, but not in a painful way.

  What really hurt was the way the men used them. They weren't human to the men at all. They were simply holes to be fucked.

  Then the cock poised at the entrance to her cunt shot forward, burying itself all the way. She felt the balls wetly slapping against her slightly upturned ass. Her slender legs were held like the handles of a wheelbarrow under Mollusk's arms. This allowed him to thrust with added power into her softly yielding cunt.

  Every singe thrust rattled her teeth and assaulted her body. She felt his cock digging deeper and deeper into her already tender pussy. The cold water had been a shock to her system; this hard fucking burned her with the friction of cock against cunt.

  "Please, no, no moooore!" she cried. "I can't stand it any longer!"

  "Baby, I'm longer than most chicks are deep," came the mocking reply. "And I'm gonna fuck you till you come apart all the way to the chin. Just you wait and see!"

  "Shut up, Mollusk, and do your thing," said Len. "I'm getting one hell of a lot of action out of this chick's cunt. She's holding my prick inside her like she had a velvet glove in there or something."

  Lynda knew what was happening above her. Len had stuffed his prick into Jackie's cunt from behind. He held her legs the same way Mollusk held hers. The only real difference was that Jackie's body was forced down into hers every time the man fucked hard and long and deep.

  Lynda's mind was filled with conflicting pleasures and pains. She loved it when a man fucked her pussy. There wasn't anything in the world she craved more than that. But this wasn't a simple fucking. This was rape. And the way Mollusk pulled her legs apart sent arrows of flaming pain into her belly. She thought the man would make good his boast of ripping her apart. It felt as

  if he was already halfway there.

  Pulling at her legs tightened her cunt around his prick. She felt her pussy walls actually crushing down forcefully on his hidden pecker. This in
creased the friction from the fucking. The warmth spread like wildfire through her loins and made her breath come in harsh, hard gasps.

  Jackie responded to her rape in the same way. Their bodies moved against each other, their tits stimulating each other until they were both poised on the brink of orgasm.

  Lynda got off first. The swollen length of Mollusk's prick fucking deep into her strained cunt did it. She heaved and bucked as her emotions were allowed free rein, but she couldn't dislodge the woman on top of her. She felt her nipples harden until they were firm little points trying to poke all the way through Jackie's boobs.

  Just before Jackie got off, her nipples stiffened in the same way. Lynda hated to admit it but the feel of those lust-hardened points digging into her own soft tits turned her on.

  "Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!" she moaned as she came. Her mouthings were muffled against the heaving flesh of the woman on top of her. The blonde woman thrashed around as much as she could. For the first time she noticed that pain was creeping into her shoulders due to haying her hands bound behind her back. As long as she lay on top of her arms, this cut the circulation off.

  But the feelings rampaging through her tender young body made up for any discomfort she might feel on this account. The huge prick bludgeoning her cunt made her come again. The walls of her tensed, gripping cunt refused to allow the cock to leave. The man struggled and grunted as he pulled back. In the end, it was her own body that betrayed her, and allowed his cock to slide free, The flood of her fuck fluids was simply too much to keep hold on that hard-driving prick.

  Lynda opened her eyes and saw nothing but sweaty, heaving belly. Turning her head to one side and peering back over her shoulder, the blonde woman saw Jackie's legs being pulled upward, Len's prick forcing its way into the tight warmth of her pussy.

  That explained the way Jackie's body grew heavier and heavier. More of her weight was being shifted forward onto her shoulders and tits as the man lifted her legs and tried to make her sway back. But Lynda couldn't protest. Her own legs were held in a similar bondage by Mollusk.

  The man grunted and hissed every time he sank his fleshy prick into her seething pussy. He seemed tireless, a fucking machine rather than a man. But she knew he had to be reaching the end of his endurance. His balls no longer swung against her ass. They had tightened into a hard little sphere filled with lead-heavy come.

  He pumped in and out like a piston and then

  screamed out his joy as his prick exploded like a stick of dynamite in her cunt. She felt the hot rush of his jism surge into her belly.

  He continued fucking her tight, hot hole until she got off. Even then he seemed tireless. His prick drove and drilled and fucked deeper and deeper, even as it spewed out its heavy load of man-seed.

  She sagged with relief on the counter top, but she wasn't relieved of all stimulation. Mollusk's prick might have gone flaccid and dribbled from her twat, but Len still fucked in and out of Jackie's pussy.

  "Look at 'em," said Mollusk. "Like two bitches in a rut. They can't get enough of a real man's prick. Len's really putting it to the dark-haired one, ain't he?"

  "You animals," snapped Jerry. "Why can't you just leave us alone, and go about your own sordid business?"

  "Hell, man, we are going about our business. This is fun and I wouldn't miss it for the world. Hot holes to fuck and willing chicks, what more could a man want outta life?"

  "They aren't willing and you know it," said Jerry. "You're raping them. You're forcing them to.

  Lynda didn't hear the rest. A loud smack sounded, and she knew that a meaty fist had silenced Jerry for the time. She felt sorry for him but she felt even sorrier for herself and the other

  girls. They were the true victims. They had endured the whippings and rapes. She had a garden hose stuffed up her cunt and then turned on. The cold water had almost killed her.

  The gun barrel raping her ass could have. And now this bizarre double rape. She was turned on by the motion of Jackie's body against hers, and she reluctantly had to admit the fucking she had gotten from Mollusk had been fine, but the whole scene was demeaning. The two criminals used them, beat them, had their way with them. There was no affection in the fuckings, only stark animal needs,

  With both men holding the guns, it wasn't likely the power balance would shift. Lynda shivered, as much from the effect of Jackie's body against hers as from the knowledge that the night was young and these men had endlessly evil minds. They would think up new and more terrible tortures to inflict on the women.

  She felt Jackie stiffen and come. The woman actually bit Lynda on the belly, so intense was her orgasm. Lynda whined but the sound was drowned out by Len's bellow of joy.

  "God-fucking damn, this is one tight cuuuunt!" he screamed as he got his rocks off.

  Lynda heard Jackie's legs, drop and bang into the other side of the counter. Len moved away and Jackie managed to roll off Lynda. With her hands tied behind her she couldn't control her motion. She kept rolling, and landed hard on the floor,

  momentarily knocking the wind out of her. Lynda succeeded in sitting up, and looking around.

  The sight of the men's guns sent a lance of fear into her body. Her cunt ached and her asshole burned and she knew that the men were only getting started. They would torture all their captives long into the night.

  And none of them might ever leave the department store alive.

  CHAPTER NINE

  "Looks like the old pecker is about wore out," said Len with satisfaction. "That bitch has got the tightest, hottest cunt I ever fucked. I can't wait to give it another try."

  "That's the trouble with you, Len," said Mollusk. "All you ever think about is fucking. Why don't you branch out and consider some other stuff? Like, what can we do with all these foxes lurking around that doesn't require us to have hard-ons?"

  Len and Mollusk looked at their prisoners. Lynda shivered under their intense gaze. She was totally naked and felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life. These men were vicious and would stop at nothing. They had proven that they had no charity at all in their souls. They would do the most obscene things possible to all their captives and enjoy the hell out of it.

  "I like the blonde a hell of a lot," said Mollusk, kneeling beside the prone Lynda. "I like you a bunch, babe."

  She stiffened when she felt his gun poking between her slender thighs. She rolled over and tried to avoid the gun. The stiff barrel forced its way up to her cunt lips. A tremor of stark terror passed through her. She could hardly believe the man would fuck her with the pistol.

  But he did.

  "Yeah, I like this hot little bush a hell of a lot," he said, his hand pressing between her thighs and forcing them wider apart. "And if she doesn't spread 'em for me, I'll pull the fuckin' trigger."

  Frightened, Lynda did as she was told. Her legs drifted apart until she felt the cold air blowing through the garden department caress her damp pussy lips. She was still hot and ready after the fucking she had gotten from Mollusk. While she didn't like lying around stark naked and having her hands so firmly tied behind her back, she had gotten off on the fucking. The man's prick had

  seemed larger than life to her. She thought it might be due to the circumstances of the fucking-the rape, she corrected herself. Mollusk wasn't just fucking her, he was raping her repeatedly.

  "Look at the way her blonde pussy fur is all crinkly. Sort of curls up around her cunt lips. Yeah," the man smiled. "I like them a whole bunch. Felt like a goddamn hand inside clutching at my cock. I can't wait to get it up to go where my gun is."

  He shoved and she felt the cold metal sink into her pussy. She sobbed and bit her lower lip in pain. The front gun sight cut into her tender flesh. The man had raped her up the butt with his gun and now he wanted to finish up with her pussy.

  The robber began stroking the gun in and out slowly, twisting the gun and smirking as the fear spread over the woman's features,

  "See the way her nipples harden up when she gets excited?"


  "That's fear, you stinking son of a bitch," snarled Jackie. "Anybody would be scared shitless of a bastard like you!"

  "Shut your mouth," said Len coldly, "or I'll make sure it stays that way permanently." He glared at the woman, then said, "What the hell? I might as well make sure you don't go mouthing off any more."

  While Mollusk continued to stroke the pistol barrel back and forth in Lynda's pussy, she was

  forced to watch what Len did to Jackie. The man dragged the helpless woman across the garden center and lifted her up, the hose in his hand. With a powerful motion, he bent her forward at the waist and rammed the hose all the way up her ass.

  "Aieeee!" the woman shrieked in pain. "That thing's ripping me apart inside!"

  "Baby, you're gonna get the coldest damned enema you ever saw if you don't shut up," he said, savagely twisting the hose in her asshole.

  "Fuck off!" she shot back.

  And she sank to her knees, the most stark look of pain and terror on her face that Lynda had ever seen. Len had turned on the water. As if the whole thing happened in slow motion, Lynda saw the hose buck and jerk with the pressure of the water passing through it. When the water surged up Jackie's asshole, she opened her mouth to scream. The nylon rope in Len's hand quickly went between the tortured woman's lips. Len pulled the rope tight and cut off any possible outcry from Jackie.

  "There, bitch, now you just keep quiet and I'll turn the water off. Maybe," Len said. He watched for a second, the woman's belly beginning to bulge from the pressure of the water in her bowels.

  "Stop it!" cried Lynda, ignoring her own plight. "You'll kill her!"

  "Now, cunt, you shouldn't criticize my friend. One more outburst and you'll regret it," said

  Mollusk in a quiet voice that carried more menace than if he had screamed at her.

  "But he's killing her. The water!" protested Lynda. Then she shut up, her eyes widening in fright. She saw the tiny smile dance on Mollusk's lips. The man's thumb moved against the soft skin of her inner thigh. The hammer of the revolver pulled back with a dull click.