Robert Vickers: Raped Captives

scraping noise sounded and both women knew someone was hard at work on the lock outside.

"That takes care of our problem. Somebody's trying to get back in. Look, see? We'll just explain to the manager or whoever it is that…" Her words trailed to nothing as she stood staring in shock at the two men framed by the door.

Whoever they were, they didn't belong in the store. Both held guns in their hands and one carded a large bag, obviously loaded with something heavy. For a split second, all four were frozen by shock. The two men reacted first, their guns coming up to cover the frightened women.

"Move and I'll burn you!" snapped the larger of the two men. His finger tightened perceptibly on the trigger of his revolver.

"Goddamn, you asshole!" cried the other, smaller man. "You told me that this was gonna be the best fucking place in the whole goddamn world to hide. And here are two dames watching us already!"

"Shut up, Mollusk. How the fuck was I to know anybody'd be here?"

Jackie and Christine looked at each other and back at the men. The bores of the two guns appeared larger than firehoses. Jackie started trembling and said in a shaky voice, "Who are you?"

"We're the guys who just knocked off the jewelry store down the street" said the one called Mollusk. "And we thought this department store

was gonna be the place to hide till the heat cooled down."

"Shut up," repeated the larger man. "Don't spill nothing. And close the goddamn door. If some cop sees that, we'll really be in it up to our asses."

"Look, we just got ourselves locked in. We, uh, we won't say a thing about seeing you two. So, just let us go, huh?" stammered Christine. The way the gun swung toward her, told her that this wasn't likely to happen.

"Let's be flexible about all this, Mollusk. Let's have ourselves some fun while we're waiting."

Mollusk smiled, a broken tooth making him appear even more evil than before.

"I follow you, Len. Why not? This place ain't got any alarms we can trip by accident-we checked that out. And these two are good-looking broads. We might be able to have some great times with them. How about it, cutie?" He placed the muzzle of the gun up under Jackie's chin. The auburn-haired woman trembled and started to back away. Mollusk moved the gun, hooked it up under the hem of her skirt and jammed the cold steel barrel against her snatch.

"Don't go getting any fancy ideas, lady," he said, menace in his voice. "I'd just as soon stuff this gun all the way up your cunt and pull the trigger as I would fuck you. You choose."

Christine answered for her terrified friend.

"We're expected somewhere else right about now. If our friends don't meet us, they'll call the police."

"Like hell they will," said Len. "Two lookers like you, they'd figure you just got picked up and went off to fuck somewhere. Right? Yeah, that's what I thought. Come on and let's explore this place a bit. I'm getting horny just thinking about getting it on with this one."

His gun barrel lightly pressed into Christine's left tit. Her flesh crawled with the steely touch, and gooseflesh raced up and down her spine.

Jackie used the opportunity to knock Mollusk's gun away and dart off into the darkened store, dodging and ducking to take full advantage of the heavy shadows cast by display cases.

"Shit," said Len, "you shouldn't 'a let her go. Take care of this one and I'll show you how you have to treat them." He ran off in pursuit of Jackie's rapidly disappearing form.

"Just you keep it cool and we'll get along okay," said Mollusk, his gun stroking along Christine's jawline. The woman backed away and found herself pressed into a wall.

Trying to distract him, she asked, "Wh-why do they call you Mollusk?"

He laughed, ugly and evil. "I like lots of hairy clams, that's why. And I bet your little pussy's a sweet one, isn't it?"

Both Mollusk and Christine turned when they

heard a soul-wrenching scream. Christine knew instantly that Len had caught Jackie.

"Let's go see what Len's got in mind for punishing the little fox. She shouldn't 'a run like that. Len's got a nasty temper, and he don't mind hurting women who piss him off. You know what I mean?"

Christine mutely nodded, her voice trapped somewhere in her throat. She allowed the man to shove her down the aisles until they came to the woman's clothing section. All she could see were dim figures moving in one of the dressing booths. While the images were indistinct, she could tell that Jackie didn't have a prayer of escaping the more powerful man. He had her backed into one of the dressing booths, his arms holding her captive.

"Get away from me!" shrieked Jackie, her blouse already torn off by the man s clawing fingers. He laughed and continued to rip her clothing. Soon her skirt hung in tatters. She tried to kick him, got tangled in the rags hanging around her waist and tripped. He used this to swarm all over her. He had the skirt off in a flash, leaving her clad only in bright red bikini briefs.

"Shit, now that's the kind of broad I like. You got class, kid."

"You monster!"

"Hell, no-I'm not a monster, but I got one for you. Look at it!" He pulled down his pants, and a huge prick, already stiff, leaped out. Jackie stared

at it in amazement. It wasn't that his prick was so huge, but the fact that the fighting had gotten him hard was frightening. He enjoyed seeing her helpless and almost naked!

"Please," she pleaded. "Don't do this to me." "Aw, fuck it, baby. You're gonna be thanking me for giving you a taste of my cock before we're done!"

She couldn't effectively fight the man as long as she was trapped in the narrow dressing booth, and he wasn't about to let her get past him. He pinioned her wrists and pulled them high over her head. She felt her tits flattening out as he stretched her upwards.

"Damn, but you're a hot one. Fucking you is going to be a blast!"

He easily held her slender wrists in one meaty hand while he fumbled around and found a wire coat hanger. He bent this around her wrists, and lifted her up even more until she was standing on tiptoes. He fastened part of the coat hanger around a clothes hook before tightening the wire around the woman's wrists to the point where she moaned in pain.

Len stood back and studied his handiwork. Strung up before him was a mostly naked woman, clad only in her red bikini briefs. Her tits rose and fell heavily as she sobbed. Not an ounce of fat marred the perfection of her body. He moved forward again, the gun in his hand.

"You're really something. A stud like me has his share of broads, but types like you-are too high priced usually. Now I got the money-and I got you."

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks and dripping onto the tips of her tits.

"Nothing you ain't had done to you before," he snapped.

He jammed the gun into the waistband of his pants and moved forward. She tried to kick him. This only played into his hands. One strong hand grabbed her trim ankle, and pulled her away from the wall. He quickly captured her other leg and held them at his sides, splitting her apart like the wishbone of a chicken. "Yeah, I'm gonna love this."

Still holding her legs, he bent down and pushed his face into the wide-spread vee of her legs. She felt his teeth raking across her heaving belly. He managed to catch the top edge of her panties. With a savage jerk of his head, he ripped the thin fabric off her body. Her auburn snatch was lewdly exposed to his smirking face. He kissed her pussy, then stood.

"This is gonna be something you'll remember for a hell of a long time, babe," he said, moving his hands up under her ass.

Jackie sobbed openly now, not even trying to hold back the show of her misery. Her hands ached

terribly. The wire coat hanger cut off the circulation. The way she was hanging from that coat hanger put an incredible strain on her shoulders and upper arms. Worst of all, she could see the man's ugly cock coming toward her pussy.