Raped Captives

by Robert Vickers

  Lynda watched the muscles in Mollusk's forearm tighten as he pulled the trigger.

  She passed out, only to wake up a second later when a blast of hot water hit her in the face. She looked up, blinked and sputtered. Jackie stood straddling her face. The water that had awakened her had been the water that Len had forced up the other woman's ass.

  "Ain't it nice to have helpful friends?" Mollusk asked, spinning the cylinder of his revolver. He smiled and said to Lynda, "I always keep one cylinder empty so the hammer doesn't fire off a round by mistake." He aimed the gun at her face, waited for the shocked expression, then turned the gun to one side and pulled the trigger.

  The blast almost deafened her. Every muscle in the blonde's body went tense, and she cringed away from the pieces of tile that, exploded next to her head.

  "That was dumb, Mollusk," said Len. "What if somebody hears the shot? They'll have the cops here in a second."

  "Bullshit. One shot and nobody bothers. Two and they start to think. They'll ignore the noise as being a backfire or something. Don't break out in a sweat, man. We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves."

  Lynda involuntarily pulled her knees in to her chest, hoping that this would cover her snatch enough so that Mollusk wouldn't feel invited to rape her again. She didn't know if she could stand either his prick or his gun barrel again.

  "Let's see if our friend over there's got the spunk in him to fuck our hot little bush." Mollusk kicked Christine in the ribs. The woman moaned and tried to escape further punishment. She couldn't scuttle away fast enough. Mollusk easily caught her leg and pulled her back like he was reeling in a fish on a line.

  "What about them?" asked Len, pointing to Lynda and Jackie. "We can't leave them all by themselves. They'd sure as hell get into trouble. And none of us would want that, would we?"

  "I got an idea. Get me that electrical tape over there. Yeah, toss it here." Mollusk pulled both women to their feet. With a quick motion, he stuffed the garden hose all the way up Lynda's pussy. She struggled and tried to move so that it would fall out. A liberal use of the electrical tape across her pussy mound and between her asscheeks made sure the hose wouldn't easily come free. Then Mollusk crimped the hose and shoved it between

  Lynda's huge tits.

  "Get it close, dammit," he ordered Jackie. He shoved the woman face to Lace with the blonde, then crushed their bodies together so that their faces were less than an inch apart. "Kiss her. Go on and do it!"

  Lynda felt fear rising inside her as Jackie's lips touched her. The idea that the hose was all the way up her cunt wasn't something she could forget easily. Why Mollusk hadn't turned the water on she didn't know. But she was afraid she would find out all too soon.

  She did.

  The hose bucked and quivered as the cold water raced through it all the way to the crimped sect ion held firmly between her tits. As she felt the hose strain against her boobs, she knew then the true horror of what the man had in mind. As long as Jackie kept her own jugs pressed against Lynda's chest, the crimp wouldn't relax and allow the water to gush into the woman's pussy. If they lightened up on their kiss for just an instant, Lynda's cunt would be filled with impossibly icy water.

  "There, now stay that way," Mollusk said to them. Turning to Len, he ordered, "Bring our two budding young lovers and let's go to the household appliance section. I've got a dynamite idea to see exactly how hot a bush this chick actually is."

  "I bet I can track you," said Len. "I bet she's got a hell of a hot ass. Or will have before our

  stud's finished fucking her!"

  Together, the men shoved Christine and Jerry off. Helpless, Lynda could do nothing but watch them go. The constant reminder of the pain and torture between her tits kept her tensed up. The slightest relaxation on her part-or Jackie's-and she might feel the polar blast of water into her already ripped and torn cunt.

  "What are you going to do with us?" asked Christine. "You just can't.."

  "We can do anything we want," said Len. "And we're going to. With you and your all-star lover."

  "Hey, here's the stove I want," said Mollusk. "A gen-yoo-wine electric stove with four burners and everything. Now does that big burner's size remind you of the size of anything else around here? Say, something that looks like a couple of half moons and is white and soft and hot?"

  Len laughed harshly as he lifted up the bound Christine and unceremoniously dumped her onto the burner.

  "What are you doing? You can't get away with this!" raged Jerry, impotent to stop the men. With his own hands firmly bound behind his back, he could only do as the men with the guns commanded. But he could try to talk them out of this inhuman torture.

  "Shut up, buster, or I'll blow your balls off," said Mollusk, turning to the woman sitting on the stove top. "Now let's get things nice and hot for

  you. He punched the lowest power button on the stove. "There. Just wait a second."

  Christine tried to move when the burner began to singe her flesh. Len's meaty hand shoved her back. She writhed and moaned and finally sobbed out, "Please please! I'll do anything, but turn it off."

  "You'll do anything whether we turn it off or not. Try a setting higher and see how your pussy likes it!" Mollusk pushed the next button and knocked Len's hand away. The woman managed to arch her ass off the stove, lifting it away from the dully glowing electric burner.

  "Now that we know she can stay that way without really hurting herself-if she stays away from the burner-get our friend the stud over here. Put him up on a stool." Mollusk watched in cruel satisfaction as Len pushed Jerry up onto the low stool he'd found.

  "Now fuck."

  Christine's pussy was wide spread and rimmed with crinkly brown pussy fur. In other circumstances, Jerry wouldn't have to be told twice to fuck. But now the woman struggled to keep her white ass away from the cruelly hot element on the top of the stove. And if he stuffed his prick into her cunt and fucked, his balls would be perilously close to that burner if the woman relaxed the arch in her back for a single instant.

  "Fuck, damn you, or we'll shoot your balls off!"

  Jerry braced his head against the vent fan above the stove and leaned forward, his prick questing between the woman's wide open thighs. She had sweat pouring off her forehead with the strain of keeping herself away from the burner.

  "Do it, Jerry, but hurry!" she said. "I… I don't know how long I can stand this!"

  "Yeah, Jerry darling," mocked Len, "do it. We want to see a stud fuck a really hot chick!"

  Angered at the men's cruelty, Jerry shoved his hips forward. The tip of his cock bounced off the puffy cunt lips and went skittering along the woman's gash. For a second, his cock was cradled in her warm flesh, cunt lips on either side of his throbbing manhood. He pulled back quickly when he felt the heat of the burner.

  His second try speared the woman directly in the cunt hole. And in that instant, he thought they were both lost. She sagged just a little, her ass almost brushing the electric burner. His balls trembled from the heat, and he knew the bush around his balls was beginning to smolder. He rammed harder and lifted Christine up with the sheer force of his cock.

  He became a robot, fucking a hole that was almost entirely dry when he started. As his prick worked in and out of her cunt, he felt her lubricants begin to flow. Soon he was squishing obscenely back and forth in the juicy fuck tunnel. Now and then a drop of her cunt oil would drip

  onto the burner and sizzle and pop. This was evidence enough that the burner was still deadly for both of them. With the lewd taunts of the two robbers ringing in their ears, Jerry and Christine fucked and fucked and fucked.

  Finally, Jerry's prick began to swell in the tightness of the woman's juicy twat. She was sobbing now, as much from the fucking as from the exertion of holding her body off the stove top. As his cock erupted and gushed out lava hot come into her hungering cunt, she came too. Her body twisted and thrashed, her pussy grinding down hard onto his fuck stick.

  Together, they soared in the ul
timate in human pleasure. The experience was perverted by the nearness of the searing burner, but they hardly understood the odd mixture of pleasure and strain racing through their veins. Finally, when the man's cock had gone entirely limp, Len reached over and turned off the burner.

  But it remained hot and would for several minuts.

  "Just you folks stay that way a while," said Mollusk. "We're going to the camera department. It's a real trip taking pictures of something like this."

  "Are they gone?" asked Jerry, gritting his teeth as he braced his head against the over head vent fan.

  "Yeah," said Christine. "Let's move. Together

  now!" Her body arched and they twisted as one. They fell heavily off the top of the stove and onto the floor.

  Panting, they lay there listening to the come hiss and sizzle on the burner. Jerry and Christine were totally exhausted, but they had survived. And they would continue to survive until they could get back at the two men torturing them like this.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Lynda trembled from the strain of remaining so close to Jackie. The woman's entire body felt as if she had been beaten with rubber hoses. She ached and her muscles screamed in protest. Yet she didn't dare relax for a single instant. If she did, the crimp would go out of the garden hose and the cold water would rush into her pussy. The full force of the water might not kill her but she didn't know if she could stand much more of that type of punishment without real injury.

  Her tits had developed gooseflesh. Gone was their usual smoothness as she shoved her chest forward as hard as she could against Jackie's. She felt the hard points of the other woman's nipples biting deep into her own soft flesh. Lynda wanted to thank Jackie, to congratulate her on her own efforts. The other woman wouldn't have been able to answer, though.

  The nylon rope still cut cruelly into Jackie's mouth. Jackie didn't have to keep this sort of strain in her body. After all, she wasn't the one with the garden hose rammed all the way up her cunt.

  But the woman seemed to recognize the fact that if this didn't provide any sick amusement for the two robbers perhaps they would stop it. She was protecting herself against future tortures by keeping Lynda's pussy as free of the icy cold water as possible.

  "Well, well, well," said Len as he came back in. "I think I'll take a picture of these two. They look just like marble statues, don't they, Mollusk?"

  The other man grunted. Lynch heard the click of a camera shutter and felt an irrational surge of anger. They had tortured her and abused her sexually, raping her and threatening her and psychologically mangling her but this was the last straw. They were photographing her and Jackie as they stood pressed so closely together!

  "You slimy sons of bitches!" she screamed. "I

  wish I could do to you what you've been doing to all of us. Goddamn, but would you ever regret having been born!"

  "Hey, the little lady's still got a bit of spunk left," said Len, taking another picture. He moved around so that Lynda could see him take a full picture of her face, her tits with the rubber hose crimped between them, her brutally taped snatch. He didn't miss a single shot that would contribute to her humiliation.

  "Yeah, and seeing the fucking her boyfriend and her other friend have been doing in the appliance section's made me hot for her again," said Mollusk. "What shall we do this time?"

  He walked around her, studying her, examining every curve of her luscious body as if she were meat on a hook. Lynda hated this man more than she'd thought possible. Never had such anger and fear and loathing welled up in her. She had never seriously considered murdering anyone before. Now she knew she could do it, and Mollusk would be the first name on that list.

  "Think you would use her nice, red lips on your cock, sucking and making you even stiffer, Len?"

  "I expect it would be nice. But what about you? You gonna fuck the other chick?"

  Mollusk looked Jackie over and shook his head. "Naw, she's got a cunt like a sewer pipe. Every stud in town must have fucked her a hundred times. The blonde, though, has got a sweet ass on

  her. Fucking that would be a treat, believe me."

  "You've got a big thing for her, Mollusk. Is that so good? You know what I mean, you're making this a personal thing."

  "She reminds me of that cunt who turned me in to the cops five years ago. I spent fourteen months in the slammer because of her. I can't find her but I have another cunt who looks just like her."

  "So that's why you're taking all the time to give her the best you can deliver, huh?" Len moved around and finished off the roll of film in the camera. He smirked as he slipped the exposed film from the camera and put in another roll. "I guess it wouldn't be so bad having her suck me off. I can take pictures of her giving me the blowjob."

  "Anything you want, kiddo, anything," said Mollusk. With a strong shove, he pushed Jackie away from Lynda. The blonde panicked. The hose fell from between her tits and the crimp came free. She braced herself for the rush of cold, punishing water into her cunt.

  It never came.

  Shivering with fear, she opened her eyes and saw Mollusk laughing. He shook his head and told her, "You dumb cocksucker, I turned the water off."

  Hatred flared even brighter in her body. She felt the hot rush of blood to her shoulders and her neck as she flushed. A convulsive shudder, then she spit at Mollusk. He carefully slapped her with the flat of his hand, but he never said a word about it.

  "Get her over here and start her sucking, dammit," said Len. "My poor cock's getting cold out here." He pointed down to his half-erect prick. The pulsing movements of the cock told Lynda that he was nearing the end of his endurance. He had fucked and fucked and fucked that night and this might be the last time he would be able to get it up.

  She didn't know what she felt iii that instant. Hope, perhaps. Fear, definitely. But the hope rode on the fact that the men wouldn't be able to fuck indefinitely. If she could wear them out maybe they would give up on torturing their captives and allow them some peace.

  "Suck his prick, you stupid bitch," commanded Mollusk, watching her with hooded eyes. She didn't know what evil thoughts lurked in the man's head, but she could guess they weren't going to be good news for her.

  She began to rise from the floor when Mollusk kicked out and swept her feet from under her. With her hands bound behind her back, she was unable to catch herself. Falling heavily, she lay in a naked pile, panting, and hating him more by the second.

  "On your knees. Never rise when you're going to give a real man head," said Mollusk. Lynda turned and saw that Len was puffing himself up with pride at his friend's words.

  A real man, she thought to herself, wouldn't

  have to force her to suck his prick. She would want to do it because he was a real man. But she had no choice in the matter. As long as Mollusk had the gun and had the upper hand, she was going to do what the robbers demanded of her.

  Painfully getting her knees under her, feeling the movement of the garden hose in her pussy and moaning as the electrical tape across her pussy mound pulled at her bush, she rose up a little and began walking on her knees. She thought the distance to Len's crotch was a light year away. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to move. It didn't matter to her that the man took picture after picture of her. She was his captive-now.

  Some how, some way, the tables would turn. She would get the advantage and these two would rue the day they had tortured her and Jerry and Christine and Jackie.

  "Suck me off!" said Len.

  She looked up at him and saw only the single eye of the camera. He snapped another picture as she felt the hot lash of the nylon rope across her shoulders. She didn't have to be told that Mollusk was punishing her for not being quick enough to obey.

  "Atta girl," said Mollusk as she pressed her cheek into Len's thigh and got her tongue moving across the man's semi-flaccid cock.

  She felt Mollusk moving around her, heard a strange hissing noise and then felt his hands

  moving all over her body. He pu
t the-electrical tape over her nipples, and down the sides of her tits, across her taut belly and then moved his attentions to the garden hose taped up her pussy.

  "I think you should get that cock all the way into your mouth," he said.

  She felt a foreboding of evil. He didn't command her, he suggested. This could only mean something ruthless was going to occur. But she did as she was told, her tongue snaring the limp prick and pulling it between her soft lips. As she began sucking on the worm-like cock, she stiffened and then screamed in total pain.

  He had ripped the electrical tape over her pussy mound off with one swift jerk. Pain rippled through her body and raced up her spine. Never had she felt such intense agony all over.

  "Keep sucking, damn you, you cunt!" snapped Mollusk. He obviously enjoyed giving her abject pain. She felt the hot tears of pain welling up in her eyes. Her cunt burned with an intensity she had never thought, possible. The blonde pussy fur had been jerked from her body in a broad band the size of the strip of electrical tape.

  The only consolation was the removal of the garden hose. But she wondered what kind of added tenor Mollusk had in store for her. She couldn't imagine him taking away a source of pain and not substituting one even worse.

  "Yahooo!" cried Len. "This is really living.

  We're the two richest studs in the whole goddamn world and we've got all the foxy women we want. I told you, Mollusk, things would be coming our way!"

  "Yeah, and I got something I want to go her way," the other man said. Lynda felt him moving behind her, on his knees.

  She shuddered as his hard prick parted her slender thighs and drove toward her cunt. The flesh surrounding her pussy was still sore from having the tape yanked off. She cringed a little as he rammed his iron-hard cock repeatedly at her pussy.

  "Spread wider, damn you," he ordered.

  The woman felt dizzy, spinning through space. She had a cock in her mouth that was only slowly responding to her sucking and tonguing. The man she was giving head to was snapping picture after picture, any of which would have sold for big bucks in a porno store. And now, after she had been abused, the man behind her wanted to fuck her up the cunt.