Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

"Anything you want, kiddo, anything," said Mollusk. With a strong shove, he pushed Jackie away from Lynda. The blonde panicked. The hose fell from between her tits and the crimp came free. She braced herself for the rush of cold, punishing water into her cunt.

It never came.

Shivering with fear, she opened her eyes and saw Mollusk laughing. He shook his head and told her, "You dumb cocksucker, I turned the water off."

Hatred flared even brighter in her body. She felt the hot rush of blood to her shoulders and her neck as she flushed. A convulsive shudder, then she spit at Mollusk. He carefully slapped her with the flat of his hand, but he never said a word about it.

"Get her over here and start her sucking, dammit," said Len. "My poor cock's getting cold out here." He pointed down to his half-erect prick. The pulsing movements of the cock told Lynda that he was nearing the end of his endurance. He had fucked and fucked and fucked that night and this might be the last time he would be able to get it up.

She didn't know what she felt iii that instant. Hope, perhaps. Fear, definitely. But the hope rode on the fact that the men wouldn't be able to fuck indefinitely. If she could wear them out maybe they would give up on torturing their captives and allow them some peace.

"Suck his prick, you stupid bitch," commanded Mollusk, watching her with hooded eyes. She didn't know what evil thoughts lurked in the man's head, but she could guess they weren't going to be good news for her.

She began to rise from the floor when Mollusk kicked out and swept her feet from under her. With her hands bound behind her back, she was unable to catch herself. Falling heavily, she lay in a naked pile, panting, and hating him more by the second.

"On your knees. Never rise when you're going to give a real man head," said Mollusk. Lynda turned and saw that Len was puffing himself up with pride at his friend's words.

A real man, she thought to herself, wouldn't

have to force her to suck his prick. She would want to do it because he was a real man. But she had no choice in the matter. As long as Mollusk had the gun and had the upper hand, she was going to do what the robbers demanded of her.

Painfully getting her knees under her, feeling the movement of the garden hose in her pussy and moaning as the electrical tape across her pussy mound pulled at her bush, she rose up a little and began walking on her knees. She thought the distance to Len's crotch was a light year away. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to move. It didn't matter to her that the man took picture after picture of her. She was his captive-now.

Some how, some way, the tables would turn. She would get the advantage and these two would rue the day they had tortured her and Jerry and Christine and Jackie.

"Suck me off!" said Len.

She looked up at him and saw only the single eye of the camera. He snapped another picture as she felt the hot lash of the nylon rope across her shoulders. She didn't have to be told that Mollusk was punishing her for not being quick enough to obey.

"Atta girl," said Mollusk as she pressed her cheek into Len's thigh and got her tongue moving across the man's semi-flaccid cock.

She felt Mollusk moving around her, heard a strange hissing noise and then felt his hands

moving all over her body. He put the-electrical tape over her nipples, and down the sides of her tits, across her taut belly and then moved his attentions to the garden hose taped up her pussy.

"I think you should get that cock all the way into your mouth," he said.

She felt a foreboding of evil. He didn't command her, he suggested. This could only mean something ruthless was going to occur. But she did as she was told, her tongue snaring the limp prick and pulling it between her soft lips. As she began sucking on the worm-like cock, she stiffened and then screamed in total pain.

He had ripped the electrical tape over her pussy mound off with one swift jerk. Pain rippled through her body and raced up her spine. Never had she felt such intense agony all over.

"Keep sucking, damn you, you cunt!" snapped Mollusk. He obviously enjoyed giving her abject pain. She felt the hot tears of pain welling up in her eyes. Her cunt burned with an intensity she had never thought, possible. The blonde pussy fur had been jerked from her body in a broad band the size of the strip of electrical tape.

The only consolation was the removal of the garden hose. But she wondered what kind of added tenor Mollusk had in store for her. She couldn't imagine him taking away a source of pain and not substituting one even worse.

"Yahooo!" cried Len. "This is really living.

We're the two richest studs in the whole goddamn world and we've got all the foxy women we want. I told you, Mollusk, things would be coming our way!"

"Yeah, and I got something I want to go her way," the other man said. Lynda felt him moving behind her, on his knees.

She shuddered as his hard prick parted her slender thighs and drove toward her cunt. The flesh surrounding her pussy was still sore from having the tape yanked off. She cringed a little as he rammed his iron-hard cock repeatedly at her pussy.

"Spread wider, damn you," he ordered.

The woman felt dizzy, spinning through space. She had a cock in her mouth that was only slowly responding to her sucking and tonguing. The man she was giving head to was snapping picture after picture, any of which would have sold for big bucks in a porno store. And now, after she had been abused, the man behind her wanted to fuck her up the cunt.

She almost passed out when the thick, strong cock found her cunt hole. She stiffened and tried to press closer to Len's body. The man betrayed her even in this minor way. He spread his legs wide and squatted down so that her mouth never left his prick and her ass began to jut up in the air. As her smooth white bottom presented itself to Mollusk, the man took full advantage of it by driving his cock into her cunt all the way to the hilt.

"Ummmm, oh!" she cried around the stiffening plug of cock in her mouth. "That hurts so baaaad!"

"And you'll love every inch of my prick before I'm done," said Mollusk.

His hands gripped strongly at her waist, pulling her hips backwards. This was the only support she had. If he released her body she would fall on her face. Her hands were still securely fastened behind her back.

"Gee, Mollusk, that's a damn fine, shot there. I got a great picture of your cock drilling into her pussy," said Len.

"Shut up, and let her suck on your cock. Or is it too dead?"

"Naw, it's still got some life in it."

As if to prove his point, the man's prick began to harden against the woman's questing tongue. She stroked along one side of his shaft and then cradled it with her rough, pink tongue. Swift jabs with his hips sent the cock racing in and out of her mouth. He face-fucked her with growing assurance.

"Damn, this is great!"

"I know what you mean, Len," said Mollusk. "This is better than I'd thought it would be, too. Her fuck tunnel is like a glove around my cock. Squeezing down hard on me. No virgin, but she's still got a tight, hot cunt. I love the way it sort of ripples and massages my prick."

Lynda was on the verge of breaking down and

crying. She had never been in a more humiliating position. Hands tied, her ass pressed against the man's hairy upper thighs, his prick buried balls deep in her cunt, and she was forced to suck off another man.

She craned her neck to the breaking point as Len shoved harder and faster into her mouth with his trembling prick. She tasted the bitter drop of pre-come and knew the tasty flood of his jism wasn't far behind. Remembering her vow to get him off as fast as she could-and maybe exhaust him totally for the rest of the night-she used every trick she had ever learned. Her tongue pressed hard into the very tip of his cock, teasing and tormenting the piss-slit.