Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

if he was already halfway there.

Pulling at her legs tightened her cunt around his prick. She felt her pussy walls actually crushing down forcefully on his hidden pecker. This increased the friction from the fucking. The warmth spread like wildfire through her loins and made her breath come in harsh, hard gasps.

Jackie responded to her rape in the same way. Their bodies moved against each other, their tits stimulating each other until they were both poised on the brink of orgasm.

Lynda got off first. The swollen length of Mollusk's prick fucking deep into her strained cunt did it. She heaved and bucked as her emotions were allowed free rein, but she couldn't dislodge the woman on top of her. She felt her nipples harden until they were firm little points trying to poke all the way through Jackie's boobs.

Just before Jackie got off, her nipples stiffened in the same way. Lynda hated to admit it but the feel of those lust-hardened points digging into her own soft tits turned her on.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!" she moaned as she came. Her mouthings were muffled against the heaving flesh of the woman on top of her. The blonde woman thrashed around as much as she could. For the first time she noticed that pain was creeping into her shoulders due to haying her hands bound behind her back. As long as she lay on top of her arms, this cut the circulation off.

But the feelings rampaging through her tender young body made up for any discomfort she might feel on this account. The huge prick bludgeoning her cunt made her come again. The walls of her tensed, gripping cunt refused to allow the cock to leave. The man struggled and grunted as he pulled back. In the end, it was her own body that betrayed her, and allowed his cock to slide free, The flood of her fuck fluids was simply too much to keep hold on that hard-driving prick.

Lynda opened her eyes and saw nothing but sweaty, heaving belly. Turning her head to one side and peering back over her shoulder, the blonde woman saw Jackie's legs being pulled upward, Len's prick forcing its way into the tight warmth of her pussy.

That explained the way Jackie's body grew heavier and heavier. More of her weight was being shifted forward onto her shoulders and tits as the man lifted her legs and tried to make her sway back. But Lynda couldn't protest. Her own legs were held in a similar bondage by Mollusk.

The man grunted and hissed every time he sank his fleshy prick into her seething pussy. He seemed tireless, a fucking machine rather than a man. But she knew he had to be reaching the end of his endurance. His balls no longer swung against her ass. They had tightened into a hard little sphere filled with lead-heavy come.

He pumped in and out like a piston and then

screamed out his joy as his prick exploded like a stick of dynamite in her cunt. She felt the hot rush of his jism surge into her belly.

He continued fucking her tight, hot hole until she got off. Even then he seemed tireless. His prick drove and drilled and fucked deeper and deeper, even as it spewed out its heavy load of man-seed.

She sagged with relief on the counter top, but she wasn't relieved of all stimulation. Mollusk's prick might have gone flaccid and dribbled from her twat, but Len still fucked in and out of Jackie's pussy.

"Look at 'em," said Mollusk. "Like two bitches in a rut. They can't get enough of a real man's prick. Len's really putting it to the dark-haired one, ain't he?"

"You animals," snapped Jerry. "Why can't you just leave us alone, and go about your own sordid business?"

"Hell, man, we are going about our business. This is fun and I wouldn't miss it for the world. Hot holes to fuck and willing chicks, what more could a man want outta life?"

"They aren't willing and you know it," said Jerry. "You're raping them. You're forcing them to.

Lynda didn't hear the rest. A loud smack sounded, and she knew that a meaty fist had silenced Jerry for the time. She felt sorry for him but she felt even sorrier for herself and the other

girls. They were the true victims. They had endured the whippings and rapes. She had a garden hose stuffed up her cunt and then turned on. The cold water had almost killed her.

The gun barrel raping her ass could have. And now this bizarre double rape. She was turned on by the motion of Jackie's body against hers, and she reluctantly had to admit the fucking she had gotten from Mollusk had been fine, but the whole scene was demeaning. The two criminals used them, beat them, had their way with them. There was no affection in the fuckings, only stark animal needs,

With both men holding the guns, it wasn't likely the power balance would shift. Lynda shivered, as much from the effect of Jackie's body against hers as from the knowledge that the night was young and these men had endlessly evil minds. They would think up new and more terrible tortures to inflict on the women.

She felt Jackie stiffen and come. The woman actually bit Lynda on the belly, so intense was her orgasm. Lynda whined but the sound was drowned out by Len's bellow of joy.

"God-fucking damn, this is one tight cuuuunt!" he screamed as he got his rocks off.

Lynda heard Jackie's legs, drop and bang into the other side of the counter. Len moved away and Jackie managed to roll off Lynda. With her hands tied behind her she couldn't control her motion. She kept rolling, and landed hard on the floor,

momentarily knocking the wind out of her. Lynda succeeded in sitting up, and looking around.

The sight of the men's guns sent a lance of fear into her body. Her cunt ached and her asshole burned and she knew that the men were only getting started. They would torture all their captives long into the night.

And none of them might ever leave the department store alive.

"Looks like the old pecker is about wore out," said Len with satisfaction. "That bitch has got the tightest, hottest cunt I ever fucked. I can't wait to give it another try."

"That's the trouble with you, Len," said Mollusk. "All you ever think about is fucking. Why don't you branch out and consider some other stuff? Like, what can we do with all these foxes lurking around that doesn't require us to have hard-ons?"

Len and Mollusk looked at their prisoners. Lynda shivered under their intense gaze. She was totally naked and felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life. These men were vicious and would stop at nothing. They had proven that they had no charity at all in their souls. They would do the most obscene things possible to all their captives and enjoy the hell out of it.

"I like the blonde a hell of a lot," said Mollusk, kneeling beside the prone Lynda. "I like you a bunch, babe."

She stiffened when she felt his gun poking between her slender thighs. She rolled over and tried to avoid the gun. The stiff barrel forced its way up to her cunt lips. A tremor of stark terror passed through her. She could hardly believe the man would fuck her with the pistol.

But he did.

"Yeah, I like this hot little bush a hell of a lot," he said, his hand pressing between her thighs and forcing them wider apart. "And if she doesn't spread 'em for me, I'll pull the fuckin' trigger."

Frightened, Lynda did as she was told. Her legs drifted apart until she felt the cold air blowing through the garden department caress her damp pussy lips. She was still hot and ready after the fucking she had gotten from Mollusk. While she didn't like lying around stark naked and having her hands so firmly tied behind her back, she had gotten off on the fucking. The man's prick had

seemed larger than life to her. She thought it might be due to the circumstances of the fucking-the rape, she corrected herself. Mollusk wasn't just fucking her, he was raping her repeatedly.

"Look at the way her blonde pussy fur is all crinkly. Sort of curls up around her cunt lips. Yeah," the man smiled. "I like them a whole bunch. Felt like a goddamn hand inside clutching at my cock. I can't wait to get it up to go where my gun is."