Robert Vickers: Raped Captives

"Let's see how efficient the Cops actually are. Lynda set off the alarm about ten minutes ago-and the police still aren't here," said Jerry.

"Right," continued Jackie, moving closer to the bound man. "Let's take a little poll and see how long it will take them. Five more minutes? Another ten? What do you folks think?"

"Ten minutes minimum," said Christine.

"Time enough to do the ironing," said Lynda, plugging the iron in. She tapped the indicator on the handle of the iron and said, "That's at permanent press touchup, Mollusk. Think that should be hot enough to get the wrinkles out of your goddamn prick?"

"You can't!" the man shrieked. "It… it's getting hotter. You'll burn my pecker off."

"What a pity," said Jackie.

"It's a real pity that Len and Mollusk had this falling out," continued Jerry. "Imagine Len doing a terrible thing like this to his partner. It's a good thing that Lynda shot Len. I mean, a man who could put his partner's prick under an iron is pretty sick."

"Or bent on revenge," added Lynda.

"We don't have to stick around, do we?" asked Jackie. "We should split before the cops do get here. Let them figure out what happened. After all, Mollusk and Len robbed the jewelry store. I figure they must have some sort of description of them."

"You mean we should cut out and let the cops find them like this?" asked Christine. She smiled slowly and said, "That seems like a good bet to me. I don't want to spend the rest of my life testifying against them for all they've done to us."

"I'll finger you, goddammit if I won't!" screamed Mollusk, glancing down in fear at the heating iron on his prick. "If you don't take this off right now, I'll spill my guts to the cops!"

"No, you won't," said Lynda. "We have the film that Len took. You want to testify against yourself? You want to confess to torturing and sexually abusing the four of us? We're all fine, upstanding citizens-with the photographic proof if you want to even so much as mention us. Let's split, gang," she said to the others. "I have this great idea."

"Cops," said Jackie in a low voice. "Coming in

the front."

"My idea," Lynda continued, unperturbed, "is that we should all go up to the bedroom displays and just wait for the cops to leave. They won't be looking for us after they find these guys."

"And then?" asked Jerry, getting the idea.

"We'll think of something."

The four hurried up the escalator and went to the back of the store. They heard the police come in-after Mollusk began screaming in pain. Lynda felt a cold lump in the pit of her stomach knowing what she had done to both Mollusk and Len. Guilt assaulted her senses, then she sneered a little remembering what the two men had done to her.

The hose up her cunt. The ass-rape with the gun barrel. The whipping. The repeated sexual abuses. She had been forced to do so many things she wasn't even sure she could remember them all, not that she wanted to. She had her revenge and it tasted sweet.

The four of them stayed out of sight as the police made a quick sweep through the store. They overheard one cop saying, "Hell, we nailed the two of them. We got a positive ID that they're the ones who robbed the jewelry store. We got the loot back. Why should there be anyone else?"

"Who shot the one in the balls?"

"Who the fuck cares?" the cop came back. "I say he got what he deserves. They both did."

"You can't mean it. You'd have to be the devil

himself to deserve what the guy with the hot iron on his prick got. Or the one with his balls blown off, for that matter."

The first cop had just shrugged and the blue suited men vanished. For a long time the four simply lay an one of the huge beds and waited. Stillness. Ten minutes passed and nothing disturbed the quiet of the store.

Finally Lynda rolled over and ran her hand up and down the inside of Jerry's thigh. "Anything?" she asked quietly.

He answered her in the best way possible. He unzipped his pants and let his long, hard prick snap to attention. The three women all caught their breaths and held them, then laughed.

"Let's get it on! And this time, it's all for us!" Lynda straddled Jerry's hard-on, her pussy savoring the hotness inside it. The way she fucked herself was therapy. She could set the pace and not be tied up or whipped as she was doing it. The woman felt the desires mounting faster and faster in her taut belly as she drove the prick repeatedly into her hot, needy cunt.

When Jackie started licking her cunt lips and Jerry's balls and cock, Lynda thought it was heaven on earth. But she had forgotten Christine. The woman had straddled Jerry's face and was letting him eat her out while she reached out and began fondling Lynda's tits. The other woman's hands hurt a little as she stroked gently aver the

electrical tape-ravaged boobs, but Lynda could put up with a little pain in return for a lot of pleasure.

The four of them lasted all night. It didn't erase the ordeal they had been through, but Lynda thought it helped.

It helped a lot.