Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

"You and the other chick, the one we left tied up in the clothing department, let's fuck them," said Mollusk, licking his lips.

"Yeah, but let's do it different. I'm tired of the same old in and out fucking," said Len. "I want to do something we'll all remember for a long, long time."

"Just leave that to your old buddy," said Mollusk. "Drag the other bitch back in here and let's see how hot her cunt really is."

Mollusk sat on the edge of the counter for a second, then hopped down and grabbed Lynda under the arms and hoisted her to the top of the display case. He laid her flat on her back so that she could stare up with frightened eyes at him. Just the touch of his hands against her smooth, naked flesh made her uneasy. The man licked his lips again and let his fingertips lightly flick over the tips of her tits.

Her nipples sprang up, hard and throbbing. She hated herself for responding but as long as he was being gentle with her, she couldn't help it. Soon, her nipples pulsed with hot, aroused blood and visibly begged for a man's mouth.

Mollusk didn't hesitate giving it to her. She sobbed openly when she felt his hot breath against her titflesh. His rough, pink tongue slithered out and raked the snowy white slopes of her boobs. He skied down one of the conical jugs and lavished great oral care in the deep valley between her tits. His tongue licked and danced until she was moaning in abject pleasure. This was such a change from the pain he had given her before by shoving the gun

up her butt or stuffing the garden hose into her cunt that she actually thought the fucking would be ordinary.

She was wrong.

She felt his callused hand spreading her legs. The pleasure rocketing down into her chest from his sucking her nipples made her wantonly spread for him. Her blonde-rimmed pussy was wide open for the man to stuff his prick into her. But he stopped.

Opening her eyes to see what was wrong, she saw nothing but ferocious evil on the man's face. He was toying with her, playing with her like a child might play with a dog-or a cat playing with a trapped mouse.

"Your cunt's wet," he said.

"Please," she begged, "let us go. I'll do anything if you'll let us all go afterwards."

"I'll do whatever I damn well please. And why should I let any of you go after I'm done?" he said. "You're our prisoners and we intend to have a lot of fun with you, one goddamn fucking hell of a lot of fun!"

Lynda cringed when she saw Len dragging Jackie in, The other woman was pale with fright. Lynda could only guess what the men had already done to the woman. She didn't have any spare time for speculation. Len dumped Jackie face first on top of her.

The two women struggled for a moment on the

counter until strong hands maneuvered them into the desired positions. Lynda found her face pressing into Jackie's twat and Jackie's mouth was just inches away from her cunt. They were forced into the sixty-nine position.

"Go on and eat. Don't you chicks see the television ads? They all say eating out is fun. So do it!"

Lynda felt Jackie jerk hard and heard the dull thwack of the nylon rope descending on bare flesh. They were whipping Jackie to force her to eat pussy. Lynda moaned softly when she felt the other woman's tongue licking and stroking along her cunt lips. The woman was being forced to do the very thing she had been ordered to do for Christine,

And it felt good.

Lynda hated herself even more for admitting that. She loved the feel of a tongue all over her cunt-and it didn't matter to her if it was a man's tongue or a woman's. It was the rough, agile action against her trembling pussy lips that got her off.

But the men didn't allow her to simply enjoy. A rough hand grabbed a. handful of her blonde hair and jerked her upwards so that her own mouth touched Jackie's pussy mound.

"Eat!" came the harsh command.

Again, Lynda felt that she was able to cheat the men of their sick pleasures by actually enjoying this. She would never have done it on her own, but

eating out Christine had been fun. Her tongue stabbed out and caught the end of one of Jackie s pussy lips. Teasing it, she maneuvered the rigid flap of cunt flesh into her own mouth.

Gently gnawing on the turgid cunt lips with her teeth, she felt the other woman stiffen and begin to move on top of her. The weight of the other woman's body struggling passionately on top of her crushed her tits flat. Even this wasn't real torture. Compared to what the two robbers had made them do before, this was heaven on earth.

When Jackie's pussy began to flow with its thick love oils, Lynda felt the strong hand lacing through her lustrous blonde hair again. Her face was jerked away painfully.

"Enough," said Mollusk. "Now it's time for us to get our jollies. Pull hard on her, Len."

The strong hand held her head firmly. She screamed as Jackie's body was dragged away. The way her hippies rubbed against the other woman's body was bordering on the painful. And then it was over. Their tits rubbed together and each stared down into the other's belly.

"Lick belly buttons," came the cold command from Len. Lynda didn't know what was expected of her. Her legs dangled over one edge of the counter. Jackie, still lying face down on top of her body, had her legs dangling over the other edge of the counter.

The blonde woman didn't have to wait long to

find out what the men were going to do. Jackie s body stiffened and the auburn-haired woman moaned out, "Your cock! It's so damn biiiiig!"

Then Lynda felt the blunted head of a prick driving into her well-greased sex slot. Her cunt lips were shoved apart and the cock poised at the entrance to her cunt hole. Her legs were pulled wide apart and held by the man fucking her. She couldn't even tell which man it was, but she thought it was probably Mollusk. He had had that look in his eye every time her tits bounced, every time her blonde pussy had been exposed to his lusting gaze.

The women were being fucked, both at the same time, while they were lying one on top of the other. Lynda bore the full weight of the other woman, but decided she had the best of the deal. The counter supported her fully. The only points where they really touched-their boobs-were crushed, but not in a painful way.

What really hurt was the way the men used them. They weren't human to the men at all. They were simply holes to be fucked.

Then the cock poised at the entrance to her cunt shot forward, burying itself all the way. She felt the balls wetly slapping against her slightly upturned ass. Her slender legs were held like the handles of a wheelbarrow under Mollusk's arms. This allowed him to thrust with added power into her softly yielding cunt.

Every singe thrust rattled her teeth and assaulted her body. She felt his cock digging deeper and deeper into her already tender pussy. The cold water had been a shock to her system; this hard fucking burned her with the friction of cock against cunt.

"Please, no, no moooore!" she cried. "I can't stand it any longer!"

"Baby, I'm longer than most chicks are deep," came the mocking reply. "And I'm gonna fuck you till you come apart all the way to the chin. Just you wait and see!"

"Shut up, Mollusk, and do your thing," said Len. "I'm getting one hell of a lot of action out of this chick's cunt. She's holding my prick inside her like she had a velvet glove in there or something."

Lynda knew what was happening above her. Len had stuffed his prick into Jackie's cunt from behind. He held her legs the same way Mollusk held hers. The only real difference was that Jackie's body was forced down into hers every time the man fucked hard and long and deep.

Lynda's mind was filled with conflicting pleasures and pains. She loved it when a man fucked her pussy. There wasn't anything in the world she craved more than that. But this wasn't a simple fucking. This was rape. And the way Mollusk pulled her legs apart sent arrows of flaming pain into her belly. She thought the man would make good his boast of ripping her apart. It felt as