Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

Lynda pretended to lick and kiss the other woman s ear to keep the brutal lash from landing on her exposed ass.

"Jackie," she whispered hotly, "you've got to get away. Try to get to the gun department. Get a pistol or something and shoot these bastards! I'm too weak to do it!"

"Isn't that cute?" asked Mollusk. "She's whispering sweet nothings in the other cunt's ear, Get it on, you two. I want to see some of that hot lezzie stuff you were talking about earlier."

The rope Landed with a dull thwack on Lynda's ass. She groaned but she continued to speak

rapidly. "I'll distract them. You run for all you're worth and we'll try to keep them back."

"But the cases will be alarmed!" protested Jackie.

"You're not thinking. That's fine! Get the cops here! We can sure as hell use them more now than ever before. But do it!"

"Between her legs," said Len. "Get that face of yours down into her snatch. Eat pussy, bitch!"

Lynda moved down so that her face pressed into the sweaty crotch of the other woman. She thought she might be revolted by the idea of eating out Jackie's cunt but she found herself pleasantly surprised. The odors made her mouth water. Her rough, eager tongue lashed out and dragged along the puffy ridges of the other woman's pussy lips.

Jackie moaned in stark pleasure, twisting and turning. "Oh, yes, yes!" she cried. "Tongue-fuck my poor little cunny gooooooood!"

Lynda couldn't tell if the woman was acting or not. She suspected that the passion was real. Something inside her made Lynda feel happy at that. She knew this was perverted. One woman didn't make love to another woman. Yet she felt good that she could do something for Jackie to help take away some of the hurt the two robbers had given them all.

Her tongue worked its way deeper into the juicy twat. She stroked along the velvety cunt walls and felt the strong muscles inside ripple and pulse with

power. The blonde guessed what it might be like to be a. man and have your prick in this tight, hot, clinging fuck tunnel. Her tongue was being given one hell of a nice squeezing-a man's cock would be crushed delightfully.

Lynda sucked and licked and felt other bodies pressing into hers. Jerry and Christine had been added to the pile. Together, they were expected to perform and create an orgy for their two captors. The blonde woman was more than happy to oblige them. This gave her a chance to soothe the hurts the others had, and made her feel she was getting back at-the men.

She rolled over and pulled her cunt-juice-soaked mouth away from Jackie's snatch. She immediately began licking and kissing Christine's burned ass. The flesh wasn't as badly burned as she'd thought at first. It had only been turned a rosy pink. And it was sensitive, damned sensitive. The woman groaned and arched her back to shove more of the tortured assflesh into Lynda's mouth.

As she licked and kissed and caressed with her tongue, she felt nimble fingers working on the hose binding her wrists. She refrained from crying out in joy when her fingers came totally free.

The dancing needles that signaled the returning of circulation made her sob in pain, but the robbers didn't even notice. They were too busy goading the four naked people on to do even more depraved things. When Lynda felt she could move well

enough to escape, she began passing the word through the pile of naked, writhing flesh.

"Give me a chance to run for it!"

And they did. Jerry rolled over, his legs locking around Len's. The armed man tumbled to the floor hard enough to knock the wind out of his lungs. Christine kicked Mollusk in the balls. The man doubled up and turned purple. Lynda didn't stay around to see what was happening next. She ran, fleet as any deer in the forest.

Her mind was filled with a jumble of things. But she remembered where the firearms department was. She ran up the escalator, the segmented steps cutting harshly into her bare feet. Across the darkened floor, stumbling and falling several times. And then she found it. Case after case of pistols. Racks of rifles and shotguns.

She heard the sounds of pursuit behind her. Without hesitation, she rammed her elbow through the side of one case and pulled put a powerful handgun. Bleeding down her arm from the glass cuts, she struggled to get behind the counter and find ammunition. The box of shells finally came to her hurried hands. She fumbled out six rounds and put them into the cylinder. Hefting the.357 magnum, she rose up from behind the counter.

Len stood there, a stupid look on his face as he saw the loaded gun aimed at him.

Even as he was saying. "Don't shoot!" his own gun was coming up. Lynda closed her eyes and

pulled the trigger. The gun bucked hard in her hands and knocked her backwards. The roar deafened her for a moment, but she quickly recovered and peered over the top of the display case.

Len held his lower belly as he rolled on the floor. She didn't have to check to know that she had blown his balls off;

One down and one to go.

She left the man in abject pain, stopping only to kick his gun away, and then she went hunting. Len was a minor irritant as far as the blonde woman was concerned. Mollusk was the man who was most responsible for her agony. He had jammed the garden hose up her cunt and had come up with other outrageous tortures just for her.

Lynda walked tenderly down the escalator. She dropped from sight when she heard Mollusk shout, "Did you shoot her, Len? Goddammit, man, answer me!"

She waited. She had no reason to rush now. The man's hold over her was gone. He didn't dare stop to do anything to his captives because he had to make sure she was taken care of-immediately.

Lynda's patience paid off. Mollusk fearfully came around the corner of the escalator. This time she didn't close her eyes as she pulled the trigger. She shot him directly through the wrist holding his pistol. It was as much luck as it was good cum, but she wasn't going to complain.

"Don't!" the man cried. "Don't shoot me! You-you're violating my civil rights! I demand to be arrested! Where are the cops! Gimme my lawyer!"

She pulled back the hammer of the powerful handgun and said in a voice that was cold and deadly, "I've seen a lot of movies where they use guns like this. A shot through the head and that's.

it. But if I shot you in the belly, you might live for days or weeks. Should I do that? It wouldn't begin to repay for what you've done to my friends and me, but I would get great satisfaction out of it."

The man's face paled as her finger tightened on the trigger. She finally snapped it-on an empty cylinder.

But Mollusk had fainted. She nudged him with the point of her toe and found he wasn't faking. She immediately went and freed Jerry, Jackie and Christine.

"God, Lynda, you look like an avenging angel with that gun in your hand. The muzzle's still smoking. Don't tell me you…" Jerry's voice trailed off as he realized he had heard a shot.

"I shot Len but he's still alive. I don't know what to do with Mollusk. I actually wanted to kill him, but that's too good for him. I want to do something that'll really pay him back for what he did to us."

The four of them exchanged glances, then they all smiled. Together they trooped off to find their

clothes and to make use of the time they had before the police came in to investigate the alarm set off when Lynda broke into the gun case.

When Mollusk regained consciousness he found himself back in the appliance department, his hands stretched out on either side of his body and firmly secured with bits of the nylon rope he had used to beat them with. His cock was shoved under a steam iron and placed carefully on an ironing board.

"What are going to do to me?" he demanded. "You can't torture me. I know my rights. You gotta have the cops come and arrest me!"