Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

But it was difficult to obey. She remembered the cold steel of the gun raping her ass. To substitute a flesh and blood cock was something else, but she couldn't convince her body.

Finally, the man sank his glans into her rectum. He paused for a second, allowing her to adjust to the fact that he had driven his mighty bludgeon of cock into her tightest passage. Then Lynda heard a loud whack and felt Jerry ram his prick balls deep into her bowels.

The pain blotted out the world around her, but she did hear Len saying, "When I tell you to fuck, you fuck, Got it, shit for brains?"

She knew what had happened then. Jerry had been willing to butt-fuck her gradually, allowing her body to accustom itself to the thickness of his cock. Len had hit Jerry hard, and driven him unwillingly into her ass. She silently thanked Jerry for his consideration and cursed Len for his brutality. The two robbers had a limitless supply of evil they were willing to force upon their helpless captives.

The cock resting so firmly in her rectum jiggled and danced a little. She felt her rectum crushing down hot and tight around the thick plug of cock. Every single contour burned itself into her body. The big blue vein on the top of his prick throbbed with the beating of his distant heart. That made her feel a little better. The hood of his glans spread out like an arrowhead, pressing insistently into the walls of her ass.

The ring of muscle surrounding his prick chopped down hard on the man's cock. She couldn't help herself. Her bound hands had detected the first twitchings of the garden hose. Mollusk had turned on the water again!

She braced herself a split second before the cold water gushed into her unprotected cunt. The water smashed into her like a solid bar of iron. She screamed, and- then found her cries of agony and outrage smothered by the hot bush of Christine's snatch.

Strong hands held her face down as the water ripped and tore at her guts. Jerry's cock went wild inside her. He fucked frantically, reaming her out. It felt like an electric drill buzzing and humming inside her body. The friction of his butt-fucking burned her up inside, even as the cold water seemed to freeze her guts.

Cunt contracting with the cold and her ass on fire, she didn't know how to respond. The fucking finally shoved her over the brink of orgasm. She came, her entire body trembling like a leaf in a high wind. She shivered and moaned and tried to thrash around. The strong hands on the back of her head kept her face shoved fully into the juicy warmth of the other woman's cunt.

She felt Jerry's cock begin to go limp. She had no idea whether he had come or not. The hot rush of his come would have been disguised by the coldness filling her twat. Then again, his prick might

just be responding to the cold, an inch away in her guts. The thin inner membranes separating her cunt from, her rectum couldn't prevent the cold from seeping into his prick.

It didn't matter to her. The pain and humiliation she felt were too great for her to care about anything now. If she could have died then and there, she would have.

But the men tormenting her wouldn't allow her such an easy out. They kept their fingers laced through her honey blonde hair, forcing her face ever downward into the humid warmth of Christine's pussy.

"Eat," came the command. "Eat or we'll turn on the water again."

She tried to obey. Her muscles almost refused to do her bidding. A hesitant tongue licked along the quivering cunt lips, but her tongue simply couldn't thrust far enough into Christine's cunt to please the men.

The cold water blasted into her unprotected cunt again. Never had she felt such pain and punishment. Her body was able to take its share of agony, but this was worse than any toothache she'd ever had. This was pain starting on the inside of her body and forcing its way outward. Her entire spine felt like a raw nerve ending.

"Eat pussy, or we'll keep it going!"

She forced herself to really suck and lick up Christine's cunt oils then. Her tongue lashed forth,

rough and pink. She found the tiny cunt hole and shoved her tongue in and out with the fastest tongue-fucking she could muster. Christine moaned and began writhing passionately, controlled by just the tip of the blonde's tongue.

Christine came. Lynda envied the other woman in that instant. She was the only one getting pleasure from this depraved sex torture. Lynda's entire body hurt like hell. Her pussy was shivering from the repeated douching with the cold water and her asshole felt like a red hot poker had been jammed up it. Her jaws ached from having to eat cunt. Her frenzied mind told her to keep going. She pushed Christine over the edge of another orgasm and then Lynda blacked out.

Her body wouldn't take any more.

When she regained consciousness seconds later, she heard Mollusk saying, "I think I'm getting another hard-on. What say, Len, shall we fuck 'em again?"

The other man's answer almost made her faint again. "Sure, and this time, let's do it up good. And I mean good!"

Lynda stared with disbelief at the two robbers' hard-ons. They jutted and bucked with enough force to make her think they hadn't screwed a woman in months and months. She knew better. Her aching pussy told her that they had been getting their rocks off, and she guessed that both Christine and Jackie could testify to that, too.

"Why don't you let us go?" she pleaded. "We haven't done anything to you. We won't talk, honest!"

"We've been over that with your friends," said Mollusk. "We decided that it didn't seem right just letting you rush right out, and go squealing to the cops. And we know that's just what you'd do. I imagine there's one hell of a big reward out for us now."

"What did you do?" she asked, almost in spite of herself. The blonde kept telling herself that the less she knew of these men the happier she would be in the long run. Rut she had to know.

"We stuck-up a jewelry store. Got away with close to half a million bucks worth of diamonds and shit like that." Len smiled broadly at the thought of all the jewels they had stolen. "It was a dream heist," he continued, almost glowing with pride. "They were shipping the ice to Europe and had tons of it just sitting in a damned weak safe. We blew it, and blew off with almost enough to give us both a hernia."

"Yeah," agreed Mollusk, "and speaking of things like hernias, I think my cock needs some tender loving care. Like being shoved all the way up a hot and tight pussy."

Lynda swore under her breath. She had hoped to get the men talking about their crime and take their minds off rape and torture. The blonde woman guessed that really wasn't possible, not with three sexy women like Christine, Jackie and herself.

"Maybe we should have him fuck them some more. I aorta dug watching him ball the blonde

chick," said Len.

"Could be, but it doesn't look like he's up to it. What's the matter, big boy, ain't you go no lead for your pencil?" Mollusk flipped the end of Jerry's limp prick with the barrel of his gun. The man tried to move away and found himself pressed against a wall.

"Let him be. I want to get my rocks off, and that means I gotta sink balls deep in some hot chick's pussy."

"You're right, Len. I'm so goddamn horny right now I'm about to pop. Just looking at them makes me want to shoot my wad." Mollusk leered at Christine and Lynda.

The blonde woman felt a thrill of horror pass through her. She knew that Mollusk craved her body. He wanted to fuck her worse than anything else in the world. While she hated the way she was forced by the man to screw Jerry, it would be infinitely worse having that man's huge prick reaming her out, fucking her until she cried for mercy.

Her ass ached terribly from the butt fucking he had given her with the barrel of his gun. And her pussy was churning from the frigid water that had blasted into her belly. Already she had been tortured and abused and the blonde realized it was only starting for her.