Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

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 again.

"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.

She shrieked as she came again.

She felt strong hands gripping her waist, lifting her and guiding her in the motion Mollusk wanted most from her. She obliged. The sensation of his cock stirring so strongly in her pussy thrilled her. Yet she knew she should hate every single instant of this rape.

And rape it was, too. Her hands were tied to her ankles, then her legs were pulled far apart for Mollusk to get under her crotch. She couldn't look into his face, and see how she was pleasuring him. She was a prisoner being used, like she might use a Kleenex. The woman didn't doubt that after they had finished with her body, they would discard her in the same way.

But now she loved it. It was a kinky feeling.

Now the whipping had stopped, Len's prick was dead, and Mollusk fucked deep into her cunt. What more could any woman want?

The sudden start of the lashing brought her off unexpectedly. She came harder than she ever had before. The woman discovered that she was responding as strongly to the pain as she was the pleasure. That confused her, but she didn't have the time to figure it all out.

Mollusk shoved into her. She felt his prick actually bending inside her. She moaned as it slid a little bit from her cunt, but the intense pressure of his cock against her sensitive cunt walls brought her off again.

Her legs and hands rocked up into the air. She had been knocked off balance. Mollusk's strong hips picked her off the floor, and he sank his cock even deeper into her softly yielding cunt. Just as another orgasm was mounting inside her, the man's prick exploded furiously. She felt the hot rush of his come and this triggered her own climax. Together they shook and shoved and fucked.

When he sat up, she tumbled forward onto her face. His prick went flaccid in her tight, clinging

pussy and she found no support at all. Face down on the floor, his come dribbling from between her raped pussy lips, she realized what they had done to her.

They had forced her to say terrible things and declare them to be the truth. Then they had tied her and whipped her, and forced her into sexual acts she would never have done if allowed free choice. She'd sucked one of them off, while the other raped her. And all the while these horrible things were being done to her, that nylon rope was brutally scoring her tender young flesh.

She had welts on her back and belly to show for this little fuck fest.

Jackie went cold all over when the thought hit her that this was just the start. It was hours and hours until the store opened again. And she was at the men's mercy.

"I heard voices, I tell you," said Lynda emphatically. "And I think there were more than just two. That means it couldn't just be Christine and Jackie. Unless they found somebody who…"

"Come off it, Lynda," said Jerry. "You're imagining things. Just because we accidentally got locked in doesn't mean anyone else did."

"If whoever closed up got careless when it came to finding us, he could have screwed up with

others, too," she pointed out. "I tell you, I heard voices. And it sounded weird."

"How weird? Funny weird or nasty weird?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "Let's go find out."

"Why?" the man asked, sprawling back comfortably on the huge round bed. "I seem to remember I still owe you east by southeast. We've fucked in just about every other direction. I think I enjoyed true north the best."

Lynda smiled at the memory of the multiple fuckings. Jerry was a real stud. He had given her more pleasure in the last few hours than she thought possible from any man. He was a tireless fucker, his prick drooping but immediately coming back harder and longer and stronger than ever before. Her cunt actually ached from the repeated fuckings. Not that she was complaining. This was the very thing she had hoped for when she discovered they had been locked in.

"The bed's a mess. We can fix it up a little, go explore and if no one else is around, came back and mess the bed up again. It'll give us a chance to rest a little." She stroked her slender fingers across the hairy mat of the man's chest. "Besides, you were wondering how I'd look in some of that incredibly sexy and very naughty lingerie. You can find out. We can find out-together."

He heaved a big sigh. "You always did have a way of convincing me to do things I didn't want."

"Don't hand me that line, Jerry!" she said. "You want to see me dressed up in that stuff just as much as I want to feel it against my skin. It's so sexy having on silk stockings. Feeling them move along your legs, stroking you and turning you on."

"You can turn me on any time you wear that garter belt and stockings. I'll leave the actual wearing to you. I don't look so good in high heels, either."

"Come on. Get off that dead ass of yours and let's explore."

"Do we have to put on any clothes?"

She thought about it a moment and then said, "I guess not. If we're alone, then we're alone. If there are others, maybe we can join in."

"Shit," he muttered under his breath. "All you think about is fucking."

"That's not true!" she flared. "I think about blowjobs from time to time, too."

"Yeah," he agreed, remembering the softness of her lips caressing his hard cock. She could give head like no other woman. Just thinking about how she could suck cock was making him stiffen again.