Dana Swanson: Blackmailed Into Swapping

Mavis pushed through one of the swinging doors and half-ran to the back of the stockroom. She turned on a small light over a complicated switch panel and carefully manipulated the three switches in sequence. She stepped back, ready to greet the van guards with a smile-because she would be leaving soon.

But the three men who slipped inside the store weren't armored car guards. They were dressed in black coveralls with black hoods over their heads. In their black-gloved hands were ugly, menacing guns.

Her vague nightmares were about to become stark reality…The store was about to be robbed and there was no way to warn Willie Quentin in his office alone with all that money!

The three men seemed huge to her and she was aware only of slight differences in height. Her mind raced and there was a dull ache in her breast. From things she had heard in the past, Mavis wondered if her husband, Phil Moran, was one of the hoodlums!

She had not time for further, rational thoughts as one of the men slapped her lightly and pushed her along the passageway toward the stairs to Willie's office.

Maybe the van guys will show up and stop them, Mavis thought as she felt a hand up under her skirt, fingers pushing against her crack, urging her up the steps. She had no way of knowing that the three men had pushed ether bombs into the armored car to overcome the two guards, then had looted it of about two hundred thousand dollars.

"Open the door," one of the men-the one who was squeezing one of her nervous fanny buns-ordered in a guttural mumble. Terrified, Mavis pressed a button. A buzzer indicated that Willie had disengaged the lock.

Mavis was given a brutal shove forward and she crashed through the door and sprawled on the floor against Willie Quentin's desk. The three men stormed inside and one of them lashed Willie across the side of the head with a gun barrel, sending him sprawling back in his chair.

There were five dark blue sacks on the floor at one end of Willie's desk. He had tabulated the receipts and all of that money was ready to go.

Mavis rose unsteadily and peered at Willie who was rubbing a swollen welt on the right side of his head. "Get naked, you two!" the taller of the three bandits ordered harshly, stepping around the desk to slug Willie on the left cheek bone with his fist. "Naked!"

"Nooooo!" Mavis started to protest. The man slapped her again, hooked a gloved hand in the bodice of her dress and ripped it open to the waist.

"Getcher goddamned clothes off!"

She watched Willie get awkwardly to his feet and start stripping out of his clothes, his eyes darting from pistol to pistol. Mavis, in her terror, was only vaguely aware that she was shedding her clothes. After kicking off her flat-heeled shoes, she stopped, standing there in nothing but skimpy panties and low-cupped bra. A gun barrel was pressed into her navel and she quickly slithered out of her skivvies and tossed aside the bra.

Willie was already naked, standing up, both hands braced on the top of his desk. The situation was blocked from her mind for a moment; she had never seen his penis soft, but it was still quite long. His testicles were large; the robbery hadn't caused them to shrivel. She felt sorry for him. His eyes were going to be black and he would have a tremendous lump on the side of his head.

The only man who had spoken moved around her and pushed her toward the desk. She almost fainted as the cold steel of a gun barrel was thrust against her anus.

Harsh, mocking laughter turned her sick. "Get that red-haired bastard hard-hurry it up-or you'll have a helluva time getting this lead out of your ass!"

"Please!" Mavis implored as she was pushed around one end of the desk.

She noticed that one of the men grabbed two sacks of the money and hurried from the office. The other shoved Willie into his chair and tied his arms behind the back. Then he unrolled a band of wide adhesive tape and wrapped it all the way around Willie's head, across the clamped mouth.

Mavis was shoved onto her knees beside Willie as Willie's legs were tied to the swivel mechanism and underpinning of the chair.

"Make the bastard a monstrous hard-on, baby!" the man snarled.

With disgust mingling with fright, Mavis reached timidly for Willie's genitals. His bag of balls was a handful. She began jacking him off, running the thick skin of his penis up and down the limberness. Up over the head and back down toward his hairy crotch. The glans jerked and perked and she flogged his meat more quickly. How could his peter respond like this, under the circumstances, she wondered as starch flowed into his bone and the penile shaft thickened and stiffened. In a couple of minutes, Willie had a full hard-on and Mavis prayed that her tormentor wouldn't make her give Willie a blow-job!

But that wasn't his intention. She was yanked backward roughly, landing on her naked ass, legs sprawled wide, feet in the air, She stared in disbelief as the other man unrolled a lot of his tape. He hesitated when the third man returned and left with the other three sacks of money. Then he squatted beside Willie and slowly taped his hard prick with the adhesive tape. Round and round and round and round that massive pecker until it resembled an obscene mummy. Then he wrapped Willie's balls with tape and secured them to his left thigh with several winds.

Just the thought of taking off that cocoon of sticky tape almost made Mavis ill. It might come off his cock okay, but she would bet that it would yank out every hair on his scrotum!

Mavis had little time to contemplate Willie Quentin's miserable predicament. Everything was swept from Willie's desk and she was yanked to her feet. "You bastard!" she managed to swear as she was slammed down on her back on the oak surface. She was slugged in the pit of the stomach and wind was slammed out of her. She was helpless, fighting for breath, as her wrists were taped to legs on opposite sides of the desk.

The roll of tape passed over her body, Just at the navel, and around the desk several times. Three or four winds of the tape secured her ankles that were pushed high toward her face. It was secured there as the tape was wound around her arms above the elbows.

It was almost a relief to have her legs drawn up high as the edge of the desk had cut into her buttocks. Mavis started to scream, but her mouth was crushed shut and tape cemented her lips together.

"I think we got time for me to fuck her!" the only man who had spoken said. Through terror-filled eyes, Mavis saw the other two men nod.

The man shoved a gloved finger into her upturned groove, then wormed it brutally into her vagina. "Go ahead and fuck her-and let's get out of here," one of the men finally broke his silence.

Mavis watched the man step up to her and drop his clothes and shorts.

She stared at his tools, fearing he might remove the tape and stuff the pear-headed shaft into her mouth and down her throat as he brought it to full rigidity by jacking off with gloved hands. But he was only interested in shoving his ten-inch cock into her cunt and dropping his rocks deep in her fearful body.

She wretched and squirmed as his gloved thumbs pried the lips of her pussy wide and he socked his cock deep into her channel that was shrunken by fear. This was one session of sexual intercourse Mavis knew she wouldn't enjoy. While her assailant warped the prick to her snatch, one of the other men taped up her breasts. The gum of the tape drew on her flesh and skin and the pain was almost unbearable. She was only vaguely aware of her rapist's quickening thrusts-long and ruthless and fast. Then he shot a full load of boiling semen far up in her stretched swat.

"Tape!" he yelled triumphantly Mavis raised her head as he withdrew his saber-cock and quickly taped up her crotch, running the binding from her asshole to her belly button. Then back and forth, sealing his cum in her snatch.