Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

Shocked, she opened her eyes and started to complain. She never got the chance. Mollusk reached under her left asscheek, gripped hard and then lifted. Christine felt herself rolling over on the top of the counter. Her legs got tangled up with the gunman's body, but he quickly pressed her ankles forward until they touched in the middle of her back. She was agile but he was pushing her muscles too far. She cried out in pain.

"Bend, damn you, bend. I want to keep you nice

and limber because I'm gonna fuck you up that shit chute of yours.

"What? What do you mean?" she asked. She understood the words, but was too frightened of Mollusk to be able to figure out what he was going to do to her. All she could fathom was that it wouldn't be pleasant-for her.

"I'm gonna butt-fuck you, lady. You know. Cornhole you. Teach you a little Greek culture. What the fuck do you call it?"

"You're going to fuck me up the asshole?" The words came from her lips, almost lifeless with shock. She had never had a man screw her up the rear before. And she hardly wanted to start now with this brutal man..

"You called it. I'm gonna butt-fuck you like you've never been butt-fucked before. Might as well relax and enjoy it."

"No!" she screamed. "You can't. Nobody's ever done that to me before. I… oh, dear God!"

His hand pressed into the small of her back to keep her from moving. Legs trailing over the edge of the case and not even reaching the floor, she had no leverage to pull herself erect. Her pussy was widely exposed to the man's prick-and so was her asshole.

She felt the blunted tip of his throbbingly erect cock push against the tightly held ring of her anus. The anal sphincter tightened up, refusing to allow any male invader up her back door. But the man

wasn't going away. He kept a steady pressure against the pink ring of ass muscle. He kneaded her buttocks in an attempt to get her to loosen up. If anything, it only warned the woman not to give in an inch.

An inch of prick in her rectum would give him the chance to stuff in two, and two would lead to four, and then he would be raping her ass.

"Please," she moaned, straining to get away from the man's probing cock. "Don't do this to me!"

"Hell, baby, you'll love it. Just wait till I get buried to the hilt in that virgin ass of yours. You do want your cherry for a tail-light, don't you?"

She sobbed openly, her fingers gripping the edges of the counter. The harder she tried to keep him out, the more it seemed he was sinking into her body. Finally, her asshole gave up entirely. She felt her ass fill with hot, hard cock that threatened to rip her apart.

Never had she felt such pain, even when she'd had her cherry popped. The pain inside spread like wildfire. She moaned, and cried bitter tears of humiliation and agony now. The man's prick slowly expanded her resilient shit chute walls, and the pain slackened-a little.

"Yeah, baby, you got a tight ass. I love 'em that way. And hot! Shit you make me feel like I just fucked into a vise, and then the vise was tossed into a furnace. Tight and hot, that's the way I like to

feel 'em around my cock."

He shoved in another couple of inches, and she felt his balls wetly slapping against her pussy lips. Ironically, this turned her on. She loved the feel of the hairy little bag rubbing against her puffy cunt lips. She began to struggle, but in a more passionate way.

The cock up her ass wasn't all that bad, she decided. It was even sexy, sort of. And if he actually started fucking her ass, it could be nice.

She thought she'd lose her mind when he began to pull back, however, the intense suction that was formed in her ass by the tight fit between her ass walls and his cock, threatened to pull her guts out with his cock. A loud fart sounded and then he was plugging her tightest passage with his prick again. The pain lanced into her ass, and slowly went away as she felt his hot cock pulsing hard inside her. He started fucking her then with a slow, powerful motion that built up her desires in spite of her intentions. She didn't want to enjoy this. That would be perverted, even obscene. The man was raping her up the ass. She didn't want him doing this. How could she possibly be expected to enjoy such a thing?

But she was. Until she-felt the sharp nick of his knife against her flattened tit. Her chest pressed down firmly into the glass case. His knife point slid forward and lightly cut the base of her right tit. All the time the knife blade was drawing blood, his

powerful body was fucking her.

She felt his cock sinking deeper and deeper into her cunt with every forward thrust. He tore at her tender inner flesh until she was positive he was ripping her into bloody shreds. She broke down and cried openly now, not even trying to hold it back. Everything was wrong.

He was humiliating her horribly. He stripped her and forced her to wear those revealing crotchless panties. Not content with fucking her up the pussy, he butt-fucked her instead. She felt his cock expanding in her tight ass, and tensed up herself.

This made his cock feel even larger in her than before. She could feel every single contour of that mighty fuck stick. The broad arrowhead of his glans pressed firmly into the walls of her asshole. The big blue vein on the top of his prick pulsed and throbbed in tempo with his beating heart. The thickness of his shaft made her feel as if he were pulling her apart from the inside.

But the way he fucked drove her out of her skull now. Short, quick movements built the friction in her shit chute to the point where she was sure she was on fire. The burning felt more like acid had been dumped into her ass.

"Keep moving like that, baby," he ordered, "and I'll give you the sexiest enema you ever got in your short life."

His prick raced in and out of her ass with increasing authority. He was getting his rocks off on

ass-raping her. She felt shame and embarrassment. The woman couldn't turn around/and look, but she knew that both Len and Jackie were standing nearby and seeing every second of her humiliation. She tried to escape by sliding backwards off the display case.

This only rammed her ass back into, the curve of the man's groin. She felt his cock bury itself a full inch deeper into her body. Everything she did worked against her. The more she tried to elude that hard-driving cock, the deeper she seemed to get it.

Her tender flesh ached from the strain. And the man's cock reached everywhere in her ass. She felt him rubbing against the humid sides of her asscheeks, before sinking through the tight ring of her anus. Then he surged harder and shot full length into her body. A grinding motion caused his cock to work even more erotically against her inner flesh.

Her entire ass churned and burned. Tiny nerves never before touched started to respond. She simply knew that millions of fire ants had been poured into her asshole and they were eating away at her flesh. The pain and indignity of the position made her kick out her legs.

This had an effect totally different from what she had expected. She'd wanted to scoot forward and get away from the probing cock. Instead, it caused her body to buck up and produce a different angle of entry for the man's prick. She felt the sudden swelling of his cock, and then her asshole was filled with his white-hot jism. The constant surge of his come almost made her faint in shock.

"Why, why me?" she moaned over and over.

Panting, his prick already beginning to melt, Mollusk answered, "Because you had a virgin ass, that's why, Now if Len wants sloppy seconds up your butt, he can have them."

"Who, me?" answered the other thief. "I got all the pretty meat I want right here, don't I?"

Christine heard Jackie make a choked sound. She realized they were both in big trouble and not likely to get away alive. As her feverish mind worked, she came up with an even worse fate. Len and Mollusk wouldn't kill them-they would merely use them all night long and leave the two women degraded and ashamed of their own bodies. That was the fate worse than death: Self-hate.