Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

"You'll do anything whether we turn it off or not. Try a setting higher and see how your pussy likes it!" Mollusk pushed the next button and knocked Len's hand away. The woman managed to arch her ass off the stove, lifting it away from the dully glowing electric burner.

"Now that we know she can stay that way without really hurting herself-if she stays away from the burner-get our friend the stud over here. Put him up on a stool." Mollusk watched in cruel satisfaction as Len pushed Jerry up onto the low stool he'd found.

"Now fuck."

Christine's pussy was wide spread and rimmed with crinkly brown pussy fur. In other circumstances, Jerry wouldn't have to be told twice to fuck. But now the woman struggled to keep her white ass away from the cruelly hot element on the top of the stove. And if he stuffed his prick into her cunt and fucked, his balls would be perilously close to that burner if the woman relaxed the arch in her back for a single instant.

"Fuck, damn you, or we'll shoot your balls off!"

Jerry braced his head against the vent fan above the stove and leaned forward, his prick questing between the woman's wide open thighs. She had sweat pouring off her forehead with the strain of keeping herself away from the burner.

"Do it, Jerry, but hurry!" she said. "I… I don't know how long I can stand this!"

"Yeah, Jerry darling," mocked Len, "do it. We want to see a stud fuck a really hot chick!"

Angered at the men's cruelty, Jerry shoved his hips forward. The tip of his cock bounced off the puffy cunt lips and went skittering along the woman's gash. For a second, his cock was cradled in her warm flesh, cunt lips on either side of his throbbing manhood. He pulled back quickly when he felt the heat of the burner.

His second try speared the woman directly in the cunt hole. And in that instant, he thought they were both lost. She sagged just a little, her ass almost brushing the electric burner. His balls trembled from the heat, and he knew the bush around his balls was beginning to smolder. He rammed harder and lifted Christine up with the sheer force of his cock.

He became a robot, fucking a hole that was almost entirely dry when he started. As his prick worked in and out of her cunt, he felt her lubricants begin to flow. Soon he was squishing obscenely back and forth in the juicy fuck tunnel. Now and then a drop of her cunt oil would drip

onto the burner and sizzle and pop. This was evidence enough that the burner was still deadly for both of them. With the lewd taunts of the two robbers ringing in their ears, Jerry and Christine fucked and fucked and fucked.

Finally, Jerry's prick began to swell in the tightness of the woman's juicy twat. She was sobbing now, as much from the fucking as from the exertion of holding her body off the stove top. As his cock erupted and gushed out lava hot come into her hungering cunt, she came too. Her body twisted and thrashed, her pussy grinding down hard onto his fuck stick.

Together, they soared in the ultimate in human pleasure. The experience was perverted by the nearness of the searing burner, but they hardly understood the odd mixture of pleasure and strain racing through their veins. Finally, when the man's cock had gone entirely limp, Len reached over and turned off the burner.

But it remained hot and would for several minuts.

"Just you folks stay that way a while," said Mollusk. "We're going to the camera department. It's a real trip taking pictures of something like this."

"Are they gone?" asked Jerry, gritting his teeth as he braced his head against the over head vent fan.

"Yeah," said Christine. "Let's move. Together

now!" Her body arched and they twisted as one. They fell heavily off the top of the stove and onto the floor.

Panting, they lay there listening to the come hiss and sizzle on the burner. Jerry and Christine were totally exhausted, but they had survived. And they would continue to survive until they could get back at the two men torturing them like this.

Lynda trembled from the strain of remaining so close to Jackie. The woman's entire body felt as if she had been beaten with rubber hoses. She ached and her muscles screamed in protest. Yet she didn't dare relax for a single instant. If she did, the crimp would go out of the garden hose and the cold water would rush into her pussy. The full force of the water might not kill her but she didn't know if she could stand much more of that type of punishment without real injury.

Her tits had developed gooseflesh. Gone was their usual smoothness as she shoved her chest forward as hard as she could against Jackie's. She felt the hard points of the other woman's nipples biting deep into her own soft flesh. Lynda wanted to thank Jackie, to congratulate her on her own efforts. The other woman wouldn't have been able to answer, though.

The nylon rope still cut cruelly into Jackie's mouth. Jackie didn't have to keep this sort of strain in her body. After all, she wasn't the one with the garden hose rammed all the way up her cunt.

But the woman seemed to recognize the fact that if this didn't provide any sick amusement for the two robbers perhaps they would stop it. She was protecting herself against future tortures by keeping Lynda's pussy as free of the icy cold water as possible.

"Well, well, well," said Len as he came back in. "I think I'll take a picture of these two. They look just like marble statues, don't they, Mollusk?"

The other man grunted. Lynch heard the click of a camera shutter and felt an irrational surge of anger. They had tortured her and abused her sexually, raping her and threatening her and psychologically mangling her but this was the last straw. They were photographing her and Jackie as they stood pressed so closely together!

"You slimy sons of bitches!" she screamed. "I

wish I could do to you what you've been doing to all of us. Goddamn, but would you ever regret having been born!"

"Hey, the little lady's still got a bit of spunk left," said Len, taking another picture. He moved around so that Lynda could see him take a full picture of her face, her tits with the rubber hose crimped between them, her brutally taped snatch. He didn't miss a single shot that would contribute to her humiliation.

"Yeah, and seeing the fucking her boyfriend and her other friend have been doing in the appliance section's made me hot for her again," said Mollusk. "What shall we do this time?"

He walked around her, studying her, examining every curve of her luscious body as if she were meat on a hook. Lynda hated this man more than she'd thought possible. Never had such anger and fear and loathing welled up in her. She had never seriously considered murdering anyone before. Now she knew she could do it, and Mollusk would be the first name on that list.

"Think you would use her nice, red lips on your cock, sucking and making you even stiffer, Len?"

"I expect it would be nice. But what about you? You gonna fuck the other chick?"

Mollusk looked Jackie over and shook his head. "Naw, she's got a cunt like a sewer pipe. Every stud in town must have fucked her a hundred times. The blonde, though, has got a sweet ass on

her. Fucking that would be a treat, believe me."

"You've got a big thing for her, Mollusk. Is that so good? You know what I mean, you're making this a personal thing."

"She reminds me of that cunt who turned me in to the cops five years ago. I spent fourteen months in the slammer because of her. I can't find her but I have another cunt who looks just like her."

"So that's why you're taking all the time to give her the best you can deliver, huh?" Len moved around and finished off the roll of film in the camera. He smirked as he slipped the exposed film from the camera and put in another roll. "I guess it wouldn't be so bad having her suck me off. I can take pictures of her giving me the blowjob."