Raped Captives

by Robert Vickers

  She almost passed out when the thick, strong cock found her cunt hole. She stiffened and tried to press closer to Len's body. The man betrayed her even in this minor way. He spread his legs wide and squatted down so that her mouth never left his prick and her ass began to jut up in the air. As her smooth white bottom presented itself to Mollusk, the man took full advantage of it by driving his cock into her cunt all the way to the hilt.

  "Ummmm, oh!" she cried around the stiffening plug of cock in her mouth. "That hurts so baaaad!"

  "And you'll love every inch of my prick before I'm done," said Mollusk.

  His hands gripped strongly at her waist, pulling her hips backwards. This was the only support she had. If he released her body she would fall on her face. Her hands were still securely fastened behind her back.

  "Gee, Mollusk, that's a damn fine, shot there. I got a great picture of your cock drilling into her pussy," said Len.

  "Shut up, and let her suck on your cock. Or is it too dead?"

  "Naw, it's still got some life in it."

  As if to prove his point, the man's prick began to harden against the woman's questing tongue. She stroked along one side of his shaft and then cradled it with her rough, pink tongue. Swift jabs with his hips sent the cock racing in and out of her mouth. He face-fucked her with growing assurance.

  "Damn, this is great!"

  "I know what you mean, Len," said Mollusk. "This is better than I'd thought it would be, too. Her fuck tunnel is like a glove around my cock. Squeezing down hard on me. No virgin, but she's still got a tight, hot cunt. I love the way it sort of ripples and massages my prick."

  Lynda was on the verge of breaking down and

  crying. She had never been in a more humiliating position. Hands tied, her ass pressed against the man's hairy upper thighs, his prick buried balls deep in her cunt, and she was forced to suck off another man.

  She craned her neck to the breaking point as Len shoved harder and faster into her mouth with his trembling prick. She tasted the bitter drop of pre-come and knew the tasty flood of his jism wasn't far behind. Remembering her vow to get him off as fast as she could-and maybe exhaust him totally for the rest of the night-she used every trick she had ever learned. Her tongue pressed hard into the very tip of his cock, teasing and tormenting the piss-slit.

  "Hey, she's trying to drive her tongue down the inside of my prick. It.. oh, shit, I'm commmmming!"

  As the salty blast of his come filled her mouth, making her gag, Lynda felt a small thrill of victory. Len was out of the picture for the moment. The man's cock soon melted in her mouth and slipped free, dripping white droplets of come.

  Without the support of the man's body against her head, she tumbled forward. Lynda banged her blonde head against the floor but she hardly noticed it. The woman's body hurt too much for her to notice a thing like a bump on the head.

  "Tighten up around my prick, damn you," snarled Mollusk. "I need to feel that tight cunt of

  yours smashing my cock flat!"

  She tensed and relaxed her muscles as the man commanded. She did it not only to pleasure him, but to give herself some small measure of arousal. Her pussy was being plugged with the man's thick cock but there was none of the joy she should have felt.

  He had whipped her and raped her and tortured her. She couldn't respond normally to this man no matter how huge his prick, or how much of a stud he was. The woman had to psych herself up into full enjoyment of the fucking.

  Imagining it was Jerry screwing her like a bitch in heat helped. She could think it was anyone else in the world but Mollusk and this allowed her to concentrate on the warmth spreading outward from her pussy walls. Tensing and relaxing her pussy muscles gave the man the stimulation he wanted and it provided her the arousal required to make her fuck fluids flow copiously.

  "Shit, baby, you're tighter than any virgin lever fucked. You gettin' good pictures of this balling, Len?"

  "Sure am, Mollusk. Damn fine, pictures, too. Wait'll you see them blown up to poster size. You'll want them all over the walls of your place."

  Sweat poured off the bound woman's body. She felt the electrical tape across her tits begin to chafe and itch but she could ignore it because of the thrill volting from her cunt and into her belly. The

  warmth of the friction from the cock pressing so tightly into her cunt walls spread and soon puddled molten lead in her belly.

  "I… aaaaaaaeeeeeee!" she shrieked, her voice breaking as she felt the ice and iron grip of orgasm smash down firmly on her.

  The man started fucking her harder, faster, deeper. His prick reamed her cunt out good. She trembled in reaction to the hard, all-out fucking.

  His hands reached around her waist and began to fiddle with her clit. The feel of his finger on her pleasure trigger made the blonde come again. It no longer mattered to her that he had ripped the electrical tape off her snatch and left bare patches of aching skin. The garden hose he had rammed all the way up her pussy was forgotten. The tortures and whippings were something more like a bad dream.

  She came and came and came.

  And then the woman cried out in absolute terror. The man hid reached up and jerked off the electrical tape crossing her taut, heaving belly. The sudden pain in the middle of so much pleasure shocked her. She couldn't adjust to the pain, when she was enjoying the wondrous sensations of orgasms crushing her so delightfully.

  "It huuuuurts!" she protested.

  And another strip of the electrical tape was yanked free of her body. Bits of skin came with the sticky tape. She felt a red, ugly welt where the tape

  had been.

  And still the man fucked her with the long, powerful strokes. She could feel his cock pulsing hotly in the depths of her pussy. The way the thick, purple knob on the tip of his fuck stick throbbed made her feel more like a woman than anything else he had done. She was a woman being fucked by a man.

  He ripped the tape off her tits.

  She screamed and came at the same time. The blonde woman couldn't understand what was happening to her. She loved the feel of his prick moving so powerfully inside her tight twat. But the pain! It filled her like water fills a jug. And he continued to fuck swiftly, burning her up inside with friction of cock against cunt wall.

  He fucked and fucked and fucked until she felt his prick expand to an impossibly swollen size. She thought he would rip her apart with such a massive hunk of cock.

  "This is it, babe," he grunted. She felt his rhythm turn jerky as his body took control of his hips. He fucked as hard and deep into her cunt as he could. This pushed her own passion to the breaking point.

  As the hot rush of his jism filled her cunt, he ripped the last piece of tape from her boobs. This was the strip across both of her sensitive nipples. She came and thought she would die in the same instant.

  Never in her young life had Lynda felt such pain and pleasure mixed together. She couldn't straighten it out in her head if she was coming due to the punishment he inflicted on her or because of the fucking. It didn't matter. The man's prick was already beginning to turn flaccid in her hot, clinging twat, but her nipples burned hotly from the mistreatment given them.

  As Mollusk leaned back on his heels, he laughed at her. "That was a damn fine fuck, baby," he told her. "But I don't think your cunt would have crunched down on my cock like that if I hadn't used the electrical tape on those fine titties of yours."

  She felt nothing but hatred for this brutal, savage man. But she said nothing since she was still under his control.

  But soon, soon, she would have the upper hand. She would get even then-if she could.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  "Damn, but I'm tired," groaned Len. "And my balls ache. I never got my rocks off so many times in one day before. Think my cock'll recover?"

  "Don't count on it," said Mollusk. "Even mine is tingling all the time. A good feeling, though. I'm glad we just happened into those broads-and the blonde and her boyfriend. This has been a hell of a nicer way to spend the nigh
t than just sitting around in any empty store.

  "I'll say!"

  Lynda felt the muscle strain the most in her upper arms as she tried to roll over and look at the men. She hoped their comments about their pricks were right on. She didn't want to suck either of them off, or have either man fucking her again. She ached and hurt and was humiliated beyond belief. She had had things done to her tonight that should never be done to anyone.

  "Even if we can't get it up again, how's about our friend the stud?" asked Len eagerly. Lynda hated the man even more in that instant. He wasn't about to let them all rest in peace. He wanted to feed his own sick desires and make them perform even more degrading acts.

  "Go get him. And bring along his friend, too," said Mollusk, watching Lynda's reaction. He knew that she loved Jerry and just wanted to taunt her. "He and the brown-haired bitch really got it on," he added cruelly.

  "You forced them. Just like you forced all of us.

  "Don't believe it," said Mollusk. "They were hot to trot, believe me. You should have seen the way he rammed in and out of her juicy little twat. It was exciting, truth to tell."

  Len pulled Jerry and Christine back with him. Lynda had no idea what had been done to the pair but they looked the worse for wear and tear. The bums on Christine's ass puzzled Lynda at first. She couldn't figure out how she had gotten a target imbedded on her soft white flesh. Then it hit her. "You made them fuck on a stove top!"

  "Sure," smiled Mollusk. "It was great, too. Wasn't it, you two?"

  Neither of the pair deigned to answer.

  "Hell, you're being unsociable. Why don't all four of you get it on? You're gonna be in hogs heaven, man," said Len. "Three chicks all to yourself."

  "What do you want us to do?"

  In way of answer, Lynda felt Len swinging the nylon rope near her head. She ducked and struggled to get closer to Jackie. The other woman's mouth was no longer gagged with the shorter length of the cruel rope, but she wasn't in as had a shape a Lynda. While she had been tortured, she had had time to recover her strength.

  Lynda pretended to lick and kiss the other woman s ear to keep the brutal lash from landing on her exposed ass.

  "Jackie," she whispered hotly, "you've got to get away. Try to get to the gun department. Get a pistol or something and shoot these bastards! I'm too weak to do it!"

  "Isn't that cute?" asked Mollusk. "She's whispering sweet nothings in the other cunt's ear, Get it on, you two. I want to see some of that hot lezzie stuff you were talking about earlier."

  The rope Landed with a dull thwack on Lynda's ass. She groaned but she continued to speak

  rapidly. "I'll distract them. You run for all you're worth and we'll try to keep them back."

  "But the cases will be alarmed!" protested Jackie.

  "You're not thinking. That's fine! Get the cops here! We can sure as hell use them more now than ever before. But do it!"

  "Between her legs," said Len. "Get that face of yours down into her snatch. Eat pussy, bitch!"

  Lynda moved down so that her face pressed into the sweaty crotch of the other woman. She thought she might be revolted by the idea of eating out Jackie's cunt but she found herself pleasantly surprised. The odors made her mouth water. Her rough, eager tongue lashed out and dragged along the puffy ridges of the other woman's pussy lips.

  Jackie moaned in stark pleasure, twisting and turning. "Oh, yes, yes!" she cried. "Tongue-fuck my poor little cunny gooooooood!"

  Lynda couldn't tell if the woman was acting or not. She suspected that the passion was real. Something inside her made Lynda feel happy at that. She knew this was perverted. One woman didn't make love to another woman. Yet she felt good that she could do something for Jackie to help take away some of the hurt the two robbers had given them all.

  Her tongue worked its way deeper into the juicy twat. She stroked along the velvety cunt walls and felt the strong muscles inside ripple and pulse with

  power. The blonde guessed what it might be like to be a. man and have your prick in this tight, hot, clinging fuck tunnel. Her tongue was being given one hell of a nice squeezing-a man's cock would be crushed delightfully.

  Lynda sucked and licked and felt other bodies pressing into hers. Jerry and Christine had been added to the pile. Together, they were expected to perform and create an orgy for their two captors. The blonde woman was more than happy to oblige them. This gave her a chance to soothe the hurts the others had, and made her feel she was getting back at-the men.

  She rolled over and pulled her cunt-juice-soaked mouth away from Jackie's snatch. She immediately began licking and kissing Christine's burned ass. The flesh wasn't as badly burned as she'd thought at first. It had only been turned a rosy pink. And it was sensitive, damned sensitive. The woman groaned and arched her back to shove more of the tortured assflesh into Lynda's mouth.

  As she licked and kissed and caressed with her tongue, she felt nimble fingers working on the hose binding her wrists. She refrained from crying out in joy when her fingers came totally free.

  The dancing needles that signaled the returning of circulation made her sob in pain, but the robbers didn't even notice. They were too busy goading the four naked people on to do even more depraved things. When Lynda felt she could move well

  enough to escape, she began passing the word through the pile of naked, writhing flesh.

  "Give me a chance to run for it!"

  And they did. Jerry rolled over, his legs locking around Len's. The armed man tumbled to the floor hard enough to knock the wind out of his lungs. Christine kicked Mollusk in the balls. The man doubled up and turned purple. Lynda didn't stay around to see what was happening next. She ran, fleet as any deer in the forest.

  Her mind was filled with a jumble of things. But she remembered where the firearms department was. She ran up the escalator, the segmented steps cutting harshly into her bare feet. Across the darkened floor, stumbling and falling several times. And then she found it. Case after case of pistols. Racks of rifles and shotguns.

  She heard the sounds of pursuit behind her. Without hesitation, she rammed her elbow through the side of one case and pulled put a powerful handgun. Bleeding down her arm from the glass cuts, she struggled to get behind the counter and find ammunition. The box of shells finally came to her hurried hands. She fumbled out six rounds and put them into the cylinder. Hefting the.357 magnum, she rose up from behind the counter.

  Len stood there, a stupid look on his face as he saw the loaded gun aimed at him.

  Even as he was saying. "Don't shoot!" his own gun was coming up. Lynda closed her eyes and

  pulled the trigger. The gun bucked hard in her hands and knocked her backwards. The roar deafened her for a moment, but she quickly recovered and peered over the top of the display case.

  Len held his lower belly as he rolled on the floor. She didn't have to check to know that she had blown his balls off;

  One down and one to go.

  She left the man in abject pain, stopping only to kick his gun away, and then she went hunting. Len was a minor irritant as far as the blonde woman was concerned. Mollusk was the man who was most responsible for her agony. He had jammed the garden hose up her cunt and had come up with other outrageous tortures just for her.

  Lynda walked tenderly down the escalator. She dropped from sight when she heard Mollusk shout, "Did you shoot her, Len? Goddammit, man, answer me!"

  She waited. She had no reason to rush now. The man's hold over her was gone. He didn't dare stop to do anything to his captives because he had to make sure she was taken care of-immediately.

  Lynda's patience paid off. Mollusk fearfully came around the corner of the escalator. This time she didn't close her eyes as she pulled the trigger. She shot him directly through the wrist holding his pistol. It was as much luck as it was good cum, but she wasn't going to complain.

  "Don't!" the man cried. "Don't shoot me! You-you're violating my civil rights! I demand to be arrested! Where are the cops! Gimme my lawyer!"

>   She pulled back the hammer of the powerful handgun and said in a voice that was cold and deadly, "I've seen a lot of movies where they use guns like this. A shot through the head and that's.

  it. But if I shot you in the belly, you might live for days or weeks. Should I do that? It wouldn't begin to repay for what you've done to my friends and me, but I would get great satisfaction out of it."

  The man's face paled as her finger tightened on the trigger. She finally snapped it-on an empty cylinder.

  But Mollusk had fainted. She nudged him with the point of her toe and found he wasn't faking. She immediately went and freed Jerry, Jackie and Christine.

  "God, Lynda, you look like an avenging angel with that gun in your hand. The muzzle's still smoking. Don't tell me you…" Jerry's voice trailed off as he realized he had heard a shot.

  "I shot Len but he's still alive. I don't know what to do with Mollusk. I actually wanted to kill him, but that's too good for him. I want to do something that'll really pay him back for what he did to us."

  The four of them exchanged glances, then they all smiled. Together they trooped off to find their

  clothes and to make use of the time they had before the police came in to investigate the alarm set off when Lynda broke into the gun case.

  When Mollusk regained consciousness he found himself back in the appliance department, his hands stretched out on either side of his body and firmly secured with bits of the nylon rope he had used to beat them with. His cock was shoved under a steam iron and placed carefully on an ironing board.

  "What are going to do to me?" he demanded. "You can't torture me. I know my rights. You gotta have the cops come and arrest me!"

  "Let's see how efficient the Cops actually are. Lynda set off the alarm about ten minutes ago-and the police still aren't here," said Jerry.

  "Right," continued Jackie, moving closer to the bound man. "Let's take a little poll and see how long it will take them. Five more minutes? Another ten? What do you folks think?"