Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

He shoved and she felt the cold metal sink into her pussy. She sobbed and bit her lower lip in pain. The front gun sight cut into her tender flesh. The man had raped her up the butt with his gun and now he wanted to finish up with her pussy.

The robber began stroking the gun in and out slowly, twisting the gun and smirking as the fear spread over the woman's features,

"See the way her nipples harden up when she gets excited?"

"That's fear, you stinking son of a bitch," snarled Jackie. "Anybody would be scared shitless of a bastard like you!"

"Shut your mouth," said Len coldly, "or I'll make sure it stays that way permanently." He glared at the woman, then said, "What the hell? I might as well make sure you don't go mouthing off any more."

While Mollusk continued to stroke the pistol barrel back and forth in Lynda's pussy, she was

forced to watch what Len did to Jackie. The man dragged the helpless woman across the garden center and lifted her up, the hose in his hand. With a powerful motion, he bent her forward at the waist and rammed the hose all the way up her ass.

"Aieeee!" the woman shrieked in pain. "That thing's ripping me apart inside!"

"Baby, you're gonna get the coldest damned enema you ever saw if you don't shut up," he said, savagely twisting the hose in her asshole.

"Fuck off!" she shot back.

And she sank to her knees, the most stark look of pain and terror on her face that Lynda had ever seen. Len had turned on the water. As if the whole thing happened in slow motion, Lynda saw the hose buck and jerk with the pressure of the water passing through it. When the water surged up Jackie's asshole, she opened her mouth to scream. The nylon rope in Len's hand quickly went between the tortured woman's lips. Len pulled the rope tight and cut off any possible outcry from Jackie.

"There, bitch, now you just keep quiet and I'll turn the water off. Maybe," Len said. He watched for a second, the woman's belly beginning to bulge from the pressure of the water in her bowels.

"Stop it!" cried Lynda, ignoring her own plight. "You'll kill her!"

"Now, cunt, you shouldn't criticize my friend. One more outburst and you'll regret it," said

Mollusk in a quiet voice that carried more menace than if he had screamed at her.

"But he's killing her. The water!" protested Lynda. Then she shut up, her eyes widening in fright. She saw the tiny smile dance on Mollusk's lips. The man's thumb moved against the soft skin of her inner thigh. The hammer of the revolver pulled back with a dull click.

Lynda watched the muscles in Mollusk's forearm tighten as he pulled the trigger.

She passed out, only to wake up a second later when a blast of hot water hit her in the face. She looked up, blinked and sputtered. Jackie stood straddling her face. The water that had awakened her had been the water that Len had forced up the other woman's ass.

"Ain't it nice to have helpful friends?" Mollusk asked, spinning the cylinder of his revolver. He smiled and said to Lynda, "I always keep one cylinder empty so the hammer doesn't fire off a round by mistake." He aimed the gun at her face, waited for the shocked expression, then turned the gun to one side and pulled the trigger.

The blast almost deafened her. Every muscle in the blonde's body went tense, and she cringed away from the pieces of tile that, exploded next to her head.

"That was dumb, Mollusk," said Len. "What if somebody hears the shot? They'll have the cops here in a second."

"Bullshit. One shot and nobody bothers. Two and they start to think. They'll ignore the noise as being a backfire or something. Don't break out in a sweat, man. We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves."

Lynda involuntarily pulled her knees in to her chest, hoping that this would cover her snatch enough so that Mollusk wouldn't feel invited to rape her again. She didn't know if she could stand either his prick or his gun barrel again.

"Let's see if our friend over there's got the spunk in him to fuck our hot little bush." Mollusk kicked Christine in the ribs. The woman moaned and tried to escape further punishment. She couldn't scuttle away fast enough. Mollusk easily caught her leg and pulled her back like he was reeling in a fish on a line.

"What about them?" asked Len, pointing to Lynda and Jackie. "We can't leave them all by themselves. They'd sure as hell get into trouble. And none of us would want that, would we?"

"I got an idea. Get me that electrical tape over there. Yeah, toss it here." Mollusk pulled both women to their feet. With a quick motion, he stuffed the garden hose all the way up Lynda's pussy. She struggled and tried to move so that it would fall out. A liberal use of the electrical tape across her pussy mound and between her asscheeks made sure the hose wouldn't easily come free. Then Mollusk crimped the hose and shoved it between

Lynda's huge tits.

"Get it close, dammit," he ordered Jackie. He shoved the woman face to Lace with the blonde, then crushed their bodies together so that their faces were less than an inch apart. "Kiss her. Go on and do it!"

Lynda felt fear rising inside her as Jackie's lips touched her. The idea that the hose was all the way up her cunt wasn't something she could forget easily. Why Mollusk hadn't turned the water on she didn't know. But she was afraid she would find out all too soon.

She did.

The hose bucked and quivered as the cold water raced through it all the way to the crimped sect ion held firmly between her tits. As she felt the hose strain against her boobs, she knew then the true horror of what the man had in mind. As long as Jackie kept her own jugs pressed against Lynda's chest, the crimp wouldn't relax and allow the water to gush into the woman's pussy. If they lightened up on their kiss for just an instant, Lynda's cunt would be filled with impossibly icy water.

"There, now stay that way," Mollusk said to them. Turning to Len, he ordered, "Bring our two budding young lovers and let's go to the household appliance section. I've got a dynamite idea to see exactly how hot a bush this chick actually is."

"I bet I can track you," said Len. "I bet she's got a hell of a hot ass. Or will have before our

stud's finished fucking her!"

Together, the men shoved Christine and Jerry off. Helpless, Lynda could do nothing but watch them go. The constant reminder of the pain and torture between her tits kept her tensed up. The slightest relaxation on her part-or Jackie's-and she might feel the polar blast of water into her already ripped and torn cunt.

"What are you going to do with us?" asked Christine. "You just can't.."

"We can do anything we want," said Len. "And we're going to. With you and your all-star lover."

"Hey, here's the stove I want," said Mollusk. "A gen-yoo-wine electric stove with four burners and everything. Now does that big burner's size remind you of the size of anything else around here? Say, something that looks like a couple of half moons and is white and soft and hot?"

Len laughed harshly as he lifted up the bound Christine and unceremoniously dumped her onto the burner.

"What are you doing? You can't get away with this!" raged Jerry, impotent to stop the men. With his own hands firmly bound behind his back, he could only do as the men with the guns commanded. But he could try to talk them out of this inhuman torture.

"Shut up, buster, or I'll blow your balls off," said Mollusk, turning to the woman sitting on the stove top. "Now let's get things nice and hot for

you. He punched the lowest power button on the stove. "There. Just wait a second."

Christine tried to move when the burner began to singe her flesh. Len's meaty hand shoved her back. She writhed and moaned and finally sobbed out, "Please please! I'll do anything, but turn it off."