Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

She huddled on the floor, trying to avoid getting the smelly piss in her eyes. She could feel the warm fluid trickling down her hair, across her back, trickling down her cheeks. She began to cry.

The clear salty tears mixed with the yellow of Ross' piss on her face.

The girl had never been more humiliated or degraded in her life.

And she hated Ross for it. But there was more, something more she couldn't even begin to understand.

"I'm getting tired of looking at these two, Fred. Put 'em in the back room. And make sure they're locked up real good. Don't even bother untying them."

"Hell, Ross, why should I do it? I just…"

"Can it! Do as you're told!" Ross' tone brooked no challenge. Fred started on his duty with ill-concealed dislike. But he could wait. Ross was going to get him out of the country. And once out of the country, he wouldn't need Ross any more. No more being told what to do. Fred would be his own boss. And Ross would be pushing up daisies somewhere in a vacant lot.

Ross leaned back with the green capped bottle of the smooth bourbon. He took a long, deep drink from the bottle. The liquor burned all the way down to his stomach. As soon as it settled, Ross began to feel mellow. His outlook improved immensely.

He was even feeling cordial toward his stupid friend, Fred, when the man returned. Ross idly wondered where Fred thought he was going to be able to kill him off. Maybe after they got to Canada and he was safe. Ross had needed him to get out of prison. It hadn't been a job for one man; two were necessary to do everything.

But Ross wasn't so dumb as to keep an idiot like Fred around after he'd outlived his usefulness. He'd probably dump him before they got to Canada. Right now, though, they'd both live it up and have some fun with those broads.

Especially the teenage chick, Ross thought. She was a real hot one and would end up doing anything he wanted. The man idly wondered if he could get her to jump through a hoop and sit up and beg.

"What we gonna do, Red?" Fred plopped down in a comfortable chair facing Ross.

"Dammit, don't ever call me Red, you son of a bitch. The name's Ross and don't forget it." Red and Fred, the golddust twins they'd been called in the slammer. No longer. Ross had shown all those fools just how sharp he really was.

"So what're we up to, man?" Fred asked again. "I figure we sit here and take it easy. There's a radio. We listen and hear how the hunt for us is going. It seems to be heading toward LA. They think we're making for the Mex border. Which is fine and dandy. We'll let 'em think that all they want while we mosey on up to Canada. That pickup truck's no good to use any more. You can go dump it in the lake tonight."

"These good folks are going to provide us with a nice Chevy van for transportation."

Fred started scratching his chin. "What are we going to do with them after we're done having fun with them?"

"Just leave them here. They won't be able to get out and squeal for a week or two. And they don't know where we're going. By the way," Ross said with menace in his voice, "I'll cut your tongue out and stuff it up your nose if you so much as mention Canada in front of either of them. If we do, we got to croak them. Dig?"

Fred nodded. He didn't want to kill either of the women. Hell, they could be used a couple dozen more times apiece.

The radio began the six o'clock news. Both men listened intently as the story of their escape four days ago was recounted. Mention was made of a possible sighting of the two men in Tijuana. Ross smiled broadly at that. His plan was working to perfection. The two guys he had hired to impersonate them were doing a fine job. The cops had been thrown off the trail completely.

Even if the two shills were picked up, they couldn't be held for anything. All they'd done was race south from Frisco and cross the border. And it wasn't a crime for a guy to dye his hair a bright red or another guy to match the description of a wanted criminal. Neither man even had a criminal record. Which was even better.

Ross smiled in satisfaction. He put his feet up on the sofa and took another long drink from the bourbon bottle. "Well, Fred, old buddy, it looks as if things are going just fine for us. But what'll we do tonight for a little fun? There isn't a TV around."

"Doesn't matter. I hear there's nothing but cop shows on this year. That'd depress the hell out of me."

"True, very true. But we have two lovely actresses in the back room who just might be willing performers. Of course, we'd have to tell them what to do."

"Christ, Ross, you must have cast-iron balls. I been in the clink for three years. My nuts feel like I got a hernia from fucking them three times. I just couldn't make it another time. Not tonight."

"I have a confession to make, friend. My balls are killing me. That six months in solitary didn't do me a hell of a lot of good either. All I could do was jack off against the wall."

"No, I had more of a stage play in mind. Make our two unwilling hostesses perform a nice lezzie fucking for us."

Fred grinned broadly. "That sounds like fun. Want me to drag 'em out here so they can start?"

"Later. Right now, I'm hungry enough to finish off a complete horse. How about you?"

"Yeah, it has been a long time since breakfast." The two prepared a crude supper and devoured it. Then the festivities began.

Fred dragged the two women out, Miriam by her hair and Karen by the rope leash Ross had put around her neck. She had to almost run to keep from falling down and being dragged by the neck.

"All right, ladies. My friend and I want a little showmanship from you."

Miriam shot Ross a mean look. "Go to hell."

"Lady, I been there already for too long. I'm in heaven right now. But you'll wish you were in hell unless you do as I say." He punctuated his remark with a snap of the rope across the woman's naked shoulders. She flinched but said nothing.

"We want you to just love each other. Really love each other, dig it?"

Karen went absolutely white. She understood. "You want us to make love? While you watch?"

"Give that little girl a gold star for her chart. Damn right, that's what we want. Get to it."

"But our hands…" Miriam began.

"Screw your hands. They stay tied. We want to see how inventive you can be. And if we don't like it, well, we might just hang you both up all night long. Which is it going to be?"

Miriam said, "No."

"Mother!" pleaded Karen, "it's okay. I don't want them hurting you."

"Isn't such love touching, Fred?" Ross laughed harshly.

"Yeah, your concern is touching. It's the first time in years you've thought of anyone but yourself," Miriam said.

"But she is thinking of herself, Mother dear. We'll string her up beside you if you don't get down to it. NOW!"

The two women were unceremoniously dumped on the soft carpet. Karen and Miriam were unsure what to do. They had never engaged in any lesbian lovemaking before. This would be a new experience for both of them.

"Mother, why don't you spread your legs and let me… uh, let me…" the girl couldn't finish her sentence.

Fred did it for her. "Yeah, Mom, let the kid eat you out."

Miriam shot Fred a look designed to melt freight trains, but she said nothing. She didn't want to antagonize the man. She realized that, although both were dangerous, Fred was almost psychopathic in some of the things he did and said.

Miriam opened her legs for her daughter's oral attentions. The brown slash of pubic hair seemed to be an arrow pointing exactly to where Karen had to go. She licked her lips and fell over to her side, clumsy from the ropes binding her hands behind her back.

She snuggled up to her mother, the woman's thigh warm and soft against her cheek. Karen slid a bit further and began to rub her cheek along the path of brown cunt hair until Miriam started to moan softly.