Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

"Hmmm, maybe we shouldn't explore just yet," she said, seeing his erection return. "We could put it off-till morning!"

"Up and out!" Jerry demanded, swatting Lynda on one of her pert asscheeks. "You got me curious about what's happening in other parts of the

store." He pulled on his pants but nothing else. She sat up and reluctantly put on her blouse and skirt. The woman made a big show of not putting on her panties. She wanted him to know that she was totally naked and immediately available to his prick.

Hand in hand they went to the escalator and walked down stationary stairs. The odd sounds Lynda had heard grew louder. They stopped at the foot of the escalator, Lynda's hand gripping hard at Jerry's arm.

"It sounds like someone crying."

"Or in pain," added Jerry. "Or even both. Let's go see what's going down. Seems to be over in the women's clothing section, too. We were headed that way to start so it's not out of the way."

Silently they walked together through the darkened aisles, clinging to one another for support. Lynda was the first to see what was going on. She put a hand to her mouth, gasping in disbelief.

"Good God, that's Jackie! And look at what the men are doing to her! They are raping her!"

"And whipping her. But what's that choking noise? It… oh, shit, look! It's Christine! They've got her ankles tied too tight to her throat. She's choking herself to death!"

Jerry broke free of Lynda's grasp and ran to free Christine. He should have paid more attention to what was happening with Jackie. Both Len and Mollusk beard the scurrying noise of Jerry's bare

feet against the tile floor. They spun, their guns out. Jerry looked up and went pale in fright. The guns looked like they were the size of firehoses as they honed in on him.

"Shit, what the hell's going on here?" he demanded. "Who are you? Why are you two doing this to my friends?"

"Hey, Mollusk, he says he's, a friend of theirs. Can you dig it?"

"Sure thing, Len," said the smaller man, his gun slowly leaving Jerry and wandering around. It didn't take him but a second to see Lynda's blonde hair gleaming in the dark. "You there, get your ass over here, or we put holes in your boyfriend."

Lynda moved into the small area where the men stood. Both Len and Mollusk smiled lewdly at the sight of her trim form, her impudently thrusting tits, the fuckable curvy ass and, the slender legs half-hidden by her skirt.

"Now we'll be able to find out if blondes do have more fun," said Mollusk.

"Sure they do," said Len. "They're easier to find in the dark. You there, blondie, get over here. We want to really look at you."

Lynda had never felt more self-conscious in her life. The men gazed at her young body, not missing a single sexy curve or sinuous movement as she shifted from foot to foot.

"Yeah, fucking her is going to be fun."

"I'll break your bloody neck if you try!" raged

Jerry. Len casually lifted his gun and landed the barrel on the side of the clerk's bead. Jerry fell like a ton of bricks. He moaned and struggled weakly to get back to his feet. Len kicked him viciously in the ribs. "You stay there while we decide what to do with your friend."

"I can't do a damn thing right now," said Mollusk, looking at his limp cock. "I burned it out inside that chick's hot pussy. And she sucked you off good, too. Look at it!"

Lynda gasped when the meaning of the men's words penetrated her dazed mind. They had raped both Christine and Jackie. And they had forced them to do things which they probably would never have done. That explained the lash marks on Jackie's back and the horrible way Christine was trussed up. These men were dangerous criminals and could be expected to do anything-even murder. She knew then that she didn't want to anger them at all.

"Look, we just sort of happened by. We haven't seen anything. We… we'll just be going." The sound of the revolver cocking stopped her. She didn't doubt for a second that Mollusk would shoot to kill.

"No, I think you and your boyfriend are going to get it on. We can't do anything about that blonde pussy of yours right now, but we can get our kicks just watching."

"How do we know she's a natural blonde,

Len?" Mollusk moved to Lynda and started running his grimy hand through her lustrous hair. "I mean, they do great things with dye these days." He stroked down the side of her body, caught the band of her skirt in his finger and savagely jerked. She squealed as the fabric cut into her body. The skirt came free and fell to her feet in a pile.

"Unless she has a snatch patch to match, she's a natural honey blonde. The kind I love to eat!"

"Let her boyfriend try her nut first, Len," suggested Mollusk. "You know, I saw the garden department over yonder. I got this idea."

"Your first one. But I think I'm following you. Let's go. Just the four of us. You two chicks will stay here." Jackie was quickly tied just as Christine was and the two criminals herded Jerry and Lynda to the garden area.

"See? A riding lawn mower. Just like I always wanted. But I never had any grass to use it on," said Mollusk, pointing at the contraption with a large metal seat on it. He bent down, grabbed the starter handle and yanked. The sound of the mower's powerful motor, filled the enclosed area.

"Now what if he sits on that thing and she straddles his lap, see? It would be like driving a vibrator into her cunt." Len smiled broadly and motioned with the gun he held loosely in his fingers.

Jerry hesitated, then obeyed. On the way, Mollusk had stripped him of his pants.

"I think these two have been at it earlier. Otherwise, why are they stripped for action? This dude's not wearing anything now and she was only wearing a blouse and skin."

"Get the blouse off," ordered Len.

"Burn in hell," said Lynda. And she immediately regretted it. She hadn't seen the length of nylon rope that Mollusk carried with him. She shrieked as pain lanced through her shoulders and into her body. She felt the nylon rope hungrily seeking her flesh, ripping and tearing at her blouse. The man was pulling her blouse off without bothering to unbutton it. She tried to help him along but the continued thrashing with the rope brought her to her knees.

This allowed him to swing the rope in short, vicious arcs. "Get that blouse off, damnit, you stupid cunt," snarled Mollusk. He continued whipping her with it while she fought to get the garment off her shoulders. Feeling a tiny trickle of blood welling up and oozing down her back spurred her to more action.

Totally naked, on her knees, she looked up at Mollusk, her blue eyes ice cold with hatred. Never in her life had she hated a man more than she hated him. And he seemed to thrive on it. The man smiled and bowed sardonically, painting to where Jerry sat on the quivering lawn mower.

Lynda looked at her boyfriend and almost cried out. His prick was thrusting upward, completely stiff, and was dancing around because of the

motion of the running motor. For a second, she wanted to do exactly as the men commanded her. She would be getting what she wanted most. Then she stubbornly refused.

"You're not making me do anything I don't want to do," she said. "Go on and use that rope on me. The more pain I feel the less likely I'll do anything.

"Okay," said Len pleasantly. "If that's the way you want it. I'll shoot the stud and you can shoot her, Mollusk." Len pulled his gun out and aimed it directly at Jerry's temple. The frightened look on Jerry's face convinced her to agree,

"Wait!" she cried. "I… I'll do it! Honest I will."

"Get on and ride," said Mollusk jamming his cold gun between her asscheeks. She wanted to protest but stopped. Arguing how would only infuriate the men. She doubted they would actually kill either her or Jerry, but she couldn't take the chance.