Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

"Go on, cocksucker," Mollusk ordered Jerry. "You get it turned on. I want you to do it, or I'll shoot your balls off. You ain't much, but being a eunuch will make life even more worthless for you." He cocked his pistol and shoved it into

Jerry's groin.

"Lynda, I…" The look of fright on the man's face told Lynda that he thought Mollusk meant business. She looked away and slowly nodded, her blonde hair falling in long streamers around her face. She knew what Jerry had to do. It would be painful for her, but it would be mutilation for him if he didn't.

"Go on and do it, Jerry. Oh, dear God, why are you doing this to me?" she begged. She heard the faucet squeaking open, felt the garden hose wrapped around her wrists stiffen and jerk with the surge of the water, then gasped and almost passed out.

The water hit her most delicate tissues like a sledgehammer. The cold piston of water tore away at her guts before gushing around, expanding her pussy walls and flowing from her cunt. She wasn't even aware that she was writhing on the floor, kicking and screaming.. The pain filled her and blotted all else from her mind.

She had no idea how long they left the water on. It might have been years. She knew she would die from the agony filling her cunt. If only they had used warm water, it might not have been so bad. It was as if an icy knife gouged into her belly and threatened to kill her at any second.

As suddenly as it had come, the water vanished. The hose resting in her tight fuck tunnel seemed almost benign now.

"You want to have some fun or do we keep going?" asked Len.

"Anything," she whined. "I'll do anything you want!"

"Get the other chick. I want to see some lezzie stuff while her boyfriend cornholes her."

The buzzing in her head refused to go away. She hardly felt the strong hands pulling her upright so that she was on her knees again. With her hands still tied behind her back she couldn't support her own weight. Opening her eyes, she saw that Mollusk had dragged Christine into the room. She was still trussed up in the bow shape, although Mollusk had undone the rope around her neck and connected it to her wrists. She wasn't likely to strangle herself to death now.

"What have they done to you, Lynda?" asked Christine, horrified at the way her friend looked. "They just raped us, but you, you're so pale!"

"No talk," commanded Len. "And you, blondie, start eating cunt. I want to see you lapping at this dyke's cunt right now."

"Eat," repeated Len. "Lick her pussy, tonguefuck her cunt, do it all. And do it, now!"

Lynda licked her dried lips and saw that they had

moved Christine in front of her so that the woman's pussy was widely exposed; Strong hands at the back of her head forced her face down into the sex slot. She gasped and found her nose burrowing through thick pussy fur. The blonde woman had no choice but to obey. Her tongue hesitantly slid back and forth along the puffy cunt lips. She had never done this before and had no idea what she was supposed to do.

Then it occurred to her that she was a woman, and knew what she liked a man to do when he was eating her. She could do the same things and do them better. With this added confidence, she began slurping and licking and lightly nipping at the cunt lips and clit of the other woman.

Christine obviously enjoyed the attention. She moaned softly. It wasn't a cry of pain, either. She was enjoying it. This spurred Lynda on to be even bolder. The taste of cunt juice should have turned her off. Instead, it made her even hotter. Her tongue thrust the cock-hard into the other woman's pussy, then rolled around touching the velvety soft cunt walls.

The more pussy she ate, the more she liked it.

"See, she takes to it like a natural. Or maybe that should be unnatural," joked Mollusk.

"She's getting her rocks off for sure," said Len. "And it's about time to let our friend bugger her. Get him over here."

Jerry was pulled along, his hands securely

fastened behind his back. He hated to admit it but he was getting another boner just from watching Lynda eat the other woman's pussy. It was almost perverted, he knew, but he couldn't help himself.

He struggled a little but the men were stronger than he was. The pair of them forced him to kneel behind the upturned ass of the beautiful blonde woman. His prick jutted up and thrust forward between the half moons of her luscious asscheeks. It was all he could do to keep himself in control then. The way his balls tumbled and lurched in the tight little bag containing his balls, he knew that it wouldn't take much more to get him off.

"Fuck her ass," came the cold order from Len. Jerry looked up and saw the man fondling the barrel of his pistol. The implications was obvious. Either Jerry did as he was told, or they'd all be shot dead.

"I.. I can't get it in like this. Not with my hands tied."

"Good point," said Mollusk. "I'll do it for you.

And he did. Jerry cringed as the other man grabbed hold of his prick and jerked it forward. He thought Mollusk would pull his cock out by the roots, but the man successfully guided him to the ring of Lynda's asshole.

"Fuck," said Mollusk. "I done all the work for you, now."

"D-do it, Jerry," stammered Lynda. "They'll

kill us all if you won't. And this isn't so bad, really."

She said that just to irk the two criminals. She had never been more degraded and abused in all her young life. The blonde tossed her head back and got some of her hair from her eyes. She couldn't see much more than Christine's widespread pussy in front of her but she could feel all that was being done around her. The way Jerry's cock bucked and lurched, she guessed it wouldn't take much fucking for him to get off.

That was good. She had never liked ass-fucking. The feel of the cold barrel of the revolver fucking her ass while she and Jerry had screwed on the running power lawn mower had been bad. But she had endured it. The idea of a long, hot and hard cock following that gun up her tightest passage didn't thrill her. She felt a tiny trickle of blood where her inner most membrane had been torn by the metal barrel. A cock would only make her injuries worse.

Being tied like she was didn't help either. She felt as if she were continually falling face forward. And the garden hose remained firmly lodged in her cunt. That wasn't as bad for her as it had been, but the humiliation was incredible.

The two robbers had been thorough in their systematic degradation of all their captives. They hadn't missed a bet in putting them down or twisting the knife in their psychic wounds.

Lynda felt like homemade shit and realized she

would be feeling even worse before these men let her go-if they ever did.

"Eat pussy, dammit," said Len. "I want to see you licking up and down that juicy twat. Do it, now!"

She obeyed when Mollusk started hitting her with the short length of the nylon rope again. The pain blasting into her body was far worse than anything they wanted to do. She applied her tongue to the blue-tinged pussy lips of the other woman. The salty, tangy flavor actually allowed her to get her mind off her predicament for a few seconds.

Sure, it was perverted what they were forcing her to do, but it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. She enjoyed having a man eat her out. Lynda guessed that Christine liked it, too. What difference was it if a woman's mouth was substituted for a man's?

"And you, turd face, get to fucking her ass. I want to see that pecker of yours vanishing into her shit chute. Now!"

She felt the tremors of desire quaking through her entire body as Jerry applied more and more pressure to his cock. It had been resting lightly in the middle of her asshole. Now the man shoved more insistently and the muscle tightened up. She tried to relax. It wouldn't do any good, having him fuck her tensed-up body. That way could only lead to injury for her.