Robert Vickers: Raped Captives

"Don't do this, please, I beg you!"

"You'll beg for more when I get done," he said. He stabbed with his hips. His cock went skittering along between her cunt lips. She moaned, not sure what she was feeling. A man's cock should bring her nothing but pleasure. The thought of being fucked in this disgusting manner by this horrible criminal should have turned her off. She felt revulsion-and she also felt her pussy begin to dampen.

It might have been lust or it might have been fear. She didn't know. Her eyes widened as he realigned himself and pistoned forward again. This time his aim was much better. The purple head of his cock rammed directly into her cunt hole.

"Yeah, baby, you're gonna beg for more before I get done with you tonight!"

His hips thrust strongly, and he sank balls deep into her unwilling cunt. She screamed in pain. Her cunt wasn't ready for this type, of fucking. Her pussy walls were still dry, the lubricant not working yet. She felt wet cunt lips parted obscenely by the thick plug of the man's raping cock. The more she tried to tell herself this couldn't possibly be happening to her, the more panicked she felt.

It was happening. This criminal was raping her. He had tied her wrists together with a coat hanger, and strung her up in this dressing booth like a side of beef. She was nothing but a cunt to be fucked to him. And he was doing just that.

Whatever he could do to humiliate her more, he did. His prick worked in and out of her dry hole with the precision of a jackhammer. Bending forward slightly, he sucked and licked at her huge tits. She felt excitement mounting inside of her, in spite of her predicament.

The more he fucked, the more pain she felt from her arms and shoulders. The cruel wire binding her wrists so securely, cut into her flesh, and caused her hands to go totally numb. Soon, they would begin to turn purple from lack of blood. But not yet.

While the agony of her arms and shoulders was just beginning, she had to endure the full torment. of knowing he was fucking her when she didn't want his prick inside her. She could look down and see his ugly red stalk vanishing between her delicate, pink, inner cunt lips. And, in spite of herself, she felt her pussy beginning to respond to him. She tried to tell herself this was only a means of self-defense. If her twat could cause enough of her love juices to flow, he wouldn't rip her sensitive pussy apart.

That's what she told herself.

She was lying and she knew it. She was getting

hot for his prick. The idea of being so helpless secretly thrilled her. She had had rape fantasies, and now she was living one out. The man wouldn't really harm her, she thought. He wanted what only she could offer, and he was taking it. It didn't matter to him that she wasn't freely offering her pussy.

He fucked her so hard that her body slammed into the thin plywood wall. Echoes of the fucking filled the deserted department store. She sobbed and moaned as he continued to drive his prick in to the hilt.

She felt his balls wetly slapping against her ass. He held her legs firmly under his arms as he might hold a wheelbarrow's handles. He used her body to give himself the maximum pleasure possible. While she couldn't move freely, he could and did swing her from side to side, his hands gripping her firm thighs with steely ferocity.

"Don't! Don't fuck me like I was trash!" she pleaded. Her pleas foil on deaf ears. The man was intent on fucking her. He didn't care if she enjoyed it or not.

His hands slipped to her knees. This caused her ass to drop, and his cock to almost slide from her cunt. He then jerked her back up, his cock sinking deeper into her cunt than ever before. He twisted her hips, jerked her around, and dropped her repeatedly. The woman felt as if he were driving a corkscrew into her tender pussy.

Everything began to come together for her. The

pain raced down her arms and exploded with fury in her body. The way he occasionally leaned forward to nurse at her tits gave her pleasure. The pleasure and pain didn't quite cancel out each other. She felt an odd mixture of desire and horror, mounting inside her tender, trapped body.

His cock swelled inside her tight fuck tunnel to the point where she was sure he would rip her apart. Sobbing, she tried to kick away from his iron grasp. She was too weak, and the position he held her in was against her. He continued to rain his prick into her obscenely wide-spread cunt.

The smucking noise of his cock reaming her out filled the tiny booth. She trembled all over, wondering what was happening to her. When she came, it took her entirely by surprise. She had gotten off on both the thrill of feeling a virile prick fucking her pussy and a sharp jolt of pain racing down through her young body.

The shock of her orgasm caused her pussy to convulse powerfully around his deeply buried cock. She felt every single contour of his swollen prick as she rocked from side to side, lost in the throes of stark desire.

"Shit, baby, you're both tight and hot. That's the kind of pussy I just love to fuck!"

His hips went berserk. He rammed her back repeatedly into the wood wall, until she had the air knocked out of her. Then his cock exploded inside her twat. She felt the hot, sweet rush of his jism

rifling her up. He came and came and came gallons of man-seed, whitewashing her insides.

Confused, Jackie tried to understand what was happening to her head. At the very end, it hadn't mattered to her that the man was raping her. She had actually gotten off on the and humiliation. She loved fucking, but this was something totally new and different for her.

He dropped her legs and stood back. She strained to support her weight on the tips of her toes. Jackie had thought she preferred this to being raped by the man. She was wrong. Soon, her calves began to knot from the strain of supporting her weight only on her toes.

"You just stay there, honey, and we'll see what your friend and Mollusk have been up to. Knowing him, I bet it ain't pleasant. That dude's got a nasty streak in him a mile wide!"

She shuddered and cried hot, salty tears now. Jackie couldn't imagine the kind of punishment her friend was enduring, if even Len thought Mollusk was mean. What had started as a simple shopping spree on her part, had turned into a nightmare.

"Hey, look at that. Ain't that really something else?" gloated Mollusk. He jammed the gun firmly into Christine's back as he forced her to watch what Len was doing to her friend.

Christine cringed, hardly able to look. Yet she felt an unreal quality, seeing her friend tied up so securely and raped like that. It was as if she were watching a movie. She knew it was actually happening, and still it seemed so impossible, that she watched in rapt fascination.

The woman watched every single motion in that obscene act. She saw Len's huge prick part Jackie's pink inner labia, and then drive balls deep into her pussy. She saw the cunt juices leaking out and dribbling onto the floor of the booth. She heard and saw and practically felt every single thing that Len did to her friend.

"Looks like fun," observed Mollusk. "Let's try it ourselves. You're a hot bush. You gotta have ideas that would pleasure me."

"Go to hell!"

"No way to talk to the guy who's got a gun rammed into your ribs." He brutally thrust the gun at her side, and twisted it a little until she felt the front sight cutting into her flesh.

"Wh-what do you want?" she stammered. She was hardly able to keep from breaking down and crying. And all the time she kept her eyes on Len fucking Jackie. She saw the expression on her friend's face. It was such a curious mixture of lust and tenor that Christine hardly recognized Jackie. The entire rape was degrading and horrible.