Robert Vickers - Raped Captives

"Damn, but she has a tight ass. A good fuck," smiled Mollusk. Christine looked up from her sprawled position on the display counter and shuddered at the sight. The man's broken tooth made him appear absolutely evil. Never had she seen a man who could make her quake and fear like this one.

"I got off on this chick, too," said Len, not to be bested. "I think she's got a tighter pussy than yours. That's why you wanted to cornhole yours."

Christine looked into the small dressing booth at the bound Jackie. The woman was white with fear. Christine didn't blame her at all. They were in a terrible fix. These two men had them under absolute control and there didn't seem to be any way they could escape.

"What are you going to do with us?" asked Christine, trying to keep her voice as calm and level as possible. She realized that, as with animals, the slightest show of fear might mean her death.

Len shrugged, and Mollusk leered. "I think you know what we got in mind. We ducked into this store thinking we could hide out all night and then split in the morning after the heat was off. With you two, well, that sorta complicates things, don't it?"

"Not really," Christine said hastily. "We…we won't say a word about this. Honest. You can let us go and…"

"And you'd go squealing to the cops," snapped Len. "We ain't that stupid. You just been ass raped and she's been raped up her nice little cunt and you expect us to believe you wouldn't report it?"

"No, no!" cried Christine. "Listen, women always get a raw deal in a rape case. You ought to know that. We… we wouldn't want to go to trial and then have to spill every intimate detail of our personal lives. That's the way the defense would go. You know that."

"Yeah," said Len slowly. "You got a point But you got to have a lot of really kinky things to tell before that would mean a thing. Tell us about them, and me and Mollusk will decide if we can let you go."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell us all the sordid things you wouldn't want to tell on the stand if you had to testify. If they're sicko enough, then maybe we'll let you both go. Your argument sounds good, if you'd really be telling a lot of shit."

Christine licked her lips. She hardly knew what to say. Luckily, she was rescued by Jackie crying out, "I'll tell you all the awful things I've done. But let me loose first."

"Do it, Mollusk. And get over her so we can watch both these pervo chicks."

Jackie was brought over. Her blouse hung in tatters on her shoulders but her skirt fell to cover her recently raped snatch. Her hands were swollen and numb and totally useless for gripping. Christine felt pity for her friend but hoped she could come up with a twisted enough set of imaginary sexual doings to convince Len and Mollusk to let them go.

"You'll let us go?" asked Christine hopefully.

"Hell, no!" exclaimed Len.

To show exactly how upstanding he was, Len moved and showed both women the way his prick was slowly jerking to full mast. His erection throbbed as he stroked along the length of his cock and soon the plum-tipped head looked as large as a golf ball.

"What do you say, Mollusk, would you let 'em go?"

"Shit, no."

Len and Mollusk hurriedly bound Jackie's wrists to her ankles. In this kneeling position, she could move but she wasn't able to grab either of the men.

"Yeah, that's the way I like to see 'em. All tied up, and ready to suck on my cock!"

Len stood boldly in front of the bound woman, his prick just inches away from her mouth. He tempted her with it, holding it out for her to suck on, and then moving backwards just enough so that she was still sucking him.

"Come on, kid, let's see how good you suck cock. Give me head, damn you, and do it fast!"

"Go to hell," Jackie snapped. And this cost her. Mollusk had found a length of nylon rope in a nearby sports good display. He used this as a lash to land across the woman's naked back. An ugly red welt appeared under the rope as he repeatedly applied it to her once-virginal white flesh.

"Aieeee!" she cried, sobbing openly. "Stop! That hurts. Don't do this to me. Please, I'll do anything. Anything!"

"Then suck his prick," said Mollusk, obviously enjoying giving the woman a beating. Christine could see the man's prick actually jerking aloft into a full-fledged boner as he continued to whip Jackie.

Christine started to edge away while the men's

attention was focused on her unfortunate friend. She felt like a traitor but this was a matter of life or death. As long as Jackie gave a good enough blowjob, neither of the men would notice anything amiss. And she might be able to get away and find the police.

Her hopes were crushed when Mollusk tossed the rope around her neck, and pulled her off her feet. The rope was like a noose, and he pulled her kicking and strangling along the floor.

"Don't go getting any smart ideas, babe;" he told her. "You'll end up dead if you do."

She got the message when Mollusk forced her flat on her belly, with her tits pressing into the cold floor. He looped the other end of the rope around her raised ankles. She was pulled into a bow. If she dropped her legs, she would strangle herself with the rope. He quickly took a couple turns around her wrists to prevent her from unfastening his handiwork. He stood back and leered down at her.

"That should hold you. And you got a front row seat for what's gonna happen to your dog-loving friend. She's gonna get a real man's prick stuffed up her cunt, now. Just you watch, and take notes, huh?"

Mollusk dived and slid at a right angle into Jackie. She had to rise, to accommodate his bulky body. With Len's cock lightly brushing her lips she was too confused to know what to do.

Len continued the beating that Mollusk had

started. "Keep sucking, damnit, you slimy cunt. Don't you know a real stud's prick when you see it? Worship at my cock, bitch!"

She took his prick into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. Her cheeks went hollow under the suction she applied. She used her tongue the best she could. The pain from the whipping distracted her from giving the superb blowjob that she was capable of.

And Jackie also noticed something going on between her legs. Mollusk's fingers groped under her skirt, and started jerking on it. In less than a minute, he ripped it from her body. She was now totally naked, kneeling over the man's crotch, and sucking on the other man's cock.

Never had she been in a worse jam. And, to add injury to her humiliation, Len's continued whipping of her back and shoulders was beginning to draw oozing red lines of blood. She only hoped he didn't transfer his attentions to her more tender and vulnerable tits. He could ruin her, if he tried whipping her turgid nipples, or the slopes of those pointy tipped mounds of titflesh.

The auburn-haired woman felt Mollusk forcing her legs farther and farther apart. She could do nothing but allow him to do it. She felt as if he might split her in two, but she couldn't even call out and tell him to stop as long as Len's cock thrust insistently into her mouth.

She rose up enough for Mollusk to position

himself under her. He was flat on his back, and had grabbed both of her asscheeks. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but the feel of his hands moving over her ass was sexy, and turned her on. She was sucking cock and getting her ass fondled. What more could a woman want?

She snapped back to reality when she felt the harsh lash of the nylon rope stinging her shoulders. Tears came to her eyes. And then she gasped.

Mollusk wiggled a bit farther under her, and shoved his prick between her wide-spread pussy lips. He was going to fuck her while she was sucking off Len!

"No, no, don't, please. I'm so sore up the pussy!"