Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

Lynda straddled the lawn mower, watching in frightened fascination as Jerry's prick traced out figure eights in the air just inches under her pussy lips. She hesitated, worrying that she might end up hurt if she allowed this odd fucking to continue.

Then she was convinced she would be hurt even more if she didn't get on with it. A garden hose landed across her naked back. The jolt rattled her teeth and drove her hips downward. She felt the

purpled knob of the man's prick push between her puffy cunt lips.

In that instant she knew she could defeat the men who forced her to do this terrible thing. She could get off on the forced fucking. She could extract her revenge by actually enjoying what she was being forced to do.

Happily, she lowered herself even more. The feel of Jerry's vibrating cock thrilled her strangely. She had always liked the idea of fucking so that others might see her. That was how she and Jerry had gotten off so hard upstairs in the furniture displays. But she knew that two men watched her now. This was like a live sex show put on strictly for their benefit.

She shuddered as the man's huge prick shot all the way up into her seething hot cunt. Her pussy walls contracted immediately, gripping firmly at the male invader. Jerry's prick seemed to go berserk. It quivered and bobbed and jerked powerfully against the walls of her fuck tunnel. Sobbing, she realized then how incredible this was.

She had used a vibrator on herself a lot of times. A man can fuck only so much and her sex needs sometimes weren't satisfied by the time her stud partner was. She would masturbate with the vibrator while he watched. It never failed to arouse him and they could fuck again. After all, she loved the hot, hard feel of a real man's prick better than any plastic dildo.

But this!

Her fingers clawed into Jerry's back as the full impact struck her. She bit her lower lip as she felt him fuck her. The way it shook drove her wild with desire. There was no way in hell she could sit still and simply allow him to do the work.

The action of the powerful motor caused the entire lawn mower to shake from side to side until her tits jiggled and jostled like Jello in an earthquake. The watching men seemed to approve. She could hear their lewd comments, but that hardly mattered to her.

All she cared about was the intense pleasure generated by Jerry's hard-fucking, fast-bucking cock.

She changed her mind when Mollusk started whipping her with the garden hose. Pleasure and pain blurred inside her until she was too confused to figure out what she was getting off on the pain raced forcefully into her back, down her spine and made her body ache horribly. But the fast-fucking cock burned her twat, and made her come totally alive with pleasure. The two forces-pleasure and pain-mingled and exploded in wild orgasm in the center of her belly.

She arched her back, drove her snatch down hard into the man's groin to get as much of his shaking prick into her needy cunt as she could. The garden hose landed with sickening regularity on her back, but it was bearable. The pain was less than

the joy she received from the fucking.

Len added a touch of real tenor for her, though. She felt the cold barrel of his gun press between her asscheeks. Twisting to get away only brought a flurry of harder strokes on her back. She subsided and let the man do what he wanted.

The barrel of the revolver slowly thrust up into her asshole. She cried in both pain and tenor at the thought of Len's trigger finger slipping. A bullet would blast up into her body and kill both her and Jerry. There was no way in hell that a bullet could miss his prick, either.

"Keep fucking, cunt," came Len's cold command. "I want to see if you can get off on this steel rod."

Both men laughed at-the small pun. She continued to drive her hips up and down, but now she received not only the man's prick in her blast furnace-hot cunt, but the man's gun up her ass, as well. Fucked by a gun barrel!

The woman felt too confused to know what to do. She should stop. The way Jerry's cock grew to an even greater swollen size in her pussy told her not to stop. She could stop. The gun ramming in and out of her ass ordered her to continue.

She continued.

Jerry's hot jism blasted into her twat just as she peaked herself. The mutual orgasm practically ripped the top of her head off. But it wasn't the intense come she thought it should be. As she

climaxed, the worry that Len had pulled the trigger shot through her mind.

Sobbing, clinging weakly to Jerry's strong frame, she slumped forward, drained. The barrel of the gun plopped from her asshole.

"You done okay, kid," said Len. "Not many chicks get off on fucking themselves on a gun barrel like that-and up the ass, too."

Jerry's eyes widened. He had thought the only torture for the woman was in having to fuck. The action of his balls against the shaking metal of the mower had made him come sooner than normal. Now he was glad.

Until he heard what Mollusk ordered him to do.

Len leered at the pair sitting on the lawn mower. His voice was low and menacing as he said, "I think it would be just great if you'd fuck her up the ass now. Let her see the difference between my gun and yours!"

He held up his revolver and smiled even more broadly. Jerry cringed back a little in disgust and Lynda clung to him, trying to get some support from the man. She realized that Len and Mollusk were capable of doing anything. They were cruel

and brutal. Murder might be the least of what they'd done in their lives. She had seen enough of the sex play with Jackie and Christine to know that these two had raped them repeatedly while torturing them. She shivered again in the cold of the garden department, remembering what they had just done to her.

On the surface, it had been fun. Rut they had a way of perverting the best of fuckings. They had beaten her with the garden hose. Her shoulders and back ached now, the muscles battered and bruised. And she could hardly remain seated due to the pain in her guts. Jerry's vibrating cock had been nice- that was something she would have wanted to try if she'd though of it hers if. But the gun up her asshole had hurt. It hurt!

"He can't do anything, not yet," she pointed out, as if logic would do any good with these two She still hadn't learned the full viciousness that they could summon up to haunt her.

"Then let's have some fun with you while we're waiting," said Mollusk, dragging her off the mower. Jerry tried to stop him and received a long barrel of hard steel alongside his head for the effort. He collapsed to the floor, moaning.

Len pulled Lynda along, dragging her rather than letting her walk. "I don't know what I should do with you. I don't want no sloppy seconds."

"Hose her out," suggested Mollusk.

"Good idea," Len said, allowing Lynda to

collapse to the floor. She simply stayed on hands and knees, sobbing. She didn't think they could do anything to her that they hadn't already done. But she was wrong.

She felt Len thrusting something round and cold and hard into her pussy. Opening her blue eyes in horror, she saw him stuffing one end of the garden hose between the pinkly scalloped lips of her pussy.

"Don't do that!" she cried. She received a flat handed slap that made her ears ring. She tried to get away from the man, to elude him. It wasn't possible. He followed her everywhere, shoving more and more of the hose up her cunt until she screamed in pain. He had pushed close to a foot into her guts when he grabbed her slender wrists and used the same hose to securely fasten them behind her back.

"Now we'll get that slimy fuck pit of yours cleaned out," he said. "Go on, Mollusk, turn it on."

"Hey, this isn't my style," Mollusk said. For a moment, hope flared inside Lynda that the other man would argue with his partner. She felt that hope die miserably when she saw what he really meant.