Lynda trembled from the strain of remaining so close to Jackie. The woman's entire body felt as if she had been beaten with rubber hoses. She ached and her muscles screamed in protest. Yet she didn't dare relax for a single instant. If she did, the crimp would go out of the garden hose and the cold water would rush into her pussy. The full force of the water might not kill her but she didn't know if she could stand much more of that type of punishment without real injury.
Her tits had developed gooseflesh. Gone was their usual smoothness as she shoved her chest forward as hard as she could against Jackie's. She felt the hard points of the other woman's nipples biting deep into her own soft flesh. Lynda wanted to thank Jackie, to congratulate her on her own efforts. The other woman wouldn't have been able to answer, though.
The nylon rope still cut cruelly into Jackie's mouth. Jackie didn't have to keep this sort of strain in her body. After all, she wasn't the one with the garden hose rammed all the way up her cunt.
But the woman seemed to recognize the fact that if this didn't provide any sick amusement for the two robbers perhaps they would stop it. She was protecting herself against future tortures by keeping Lynda's pussy as free of the icy cold water as possible.
"Well, well, well," said Len as he came back in. "I think I'll take a picture of these two. They look just like marble statues, don't they, Mollusk?"
The other man grunted. Lynch heard the click of a camera shutter and felt an irrational surge of anger. They had tortured her and abused her sexually, raping her and threatening her and psychologically mangling her but this was the last straw. They were photographing her and Jackie as they stood pressed so closely together!
"You slimy sons of bitches!" she screamed. "I
wish I could do to you what you've been doing to all of us. Goddamn, but would you ever regret having been born!"
"Hey, the little lady's still got a bit of spunk left," said Len, taking another picture. He moved around so that Lynda could see him take a full picture of her face, her tits with the rubber hose crimped between them, her brutally taped snatch. He didn't miss a single shot that would contribute to her humiliation.
"Yeah, and seeing the fucking her boyfriend and her other friend have been doing in the appliance section's made me hot for her again," said Mollusk. "What shall we do this time?"
He walked around her, studying her, examining every curve of her luscious body as if she were meat on a hook. Lynda hated this man more than she'd thought possible. Never had such anger and fear and loathing welled up in her. She had never seriously considered murdering anyone before. Now she knew she could do it, and Mollusk would be the first name on that list.
"Think you would use her nice, red lips on your cock, sucking and making you even stiffer, Len?"
"I expect it would be nice. But what about you? You gonna fuck the other chick?"
Mollusk looked Jackie over and shook his head. "Naw, she's got a cunt like a sewer pipe. Every stud in town must have fucked her a hundred times. The blonde, though, has got a sweet ass on
her. Fucking that would be a treat, believe me."
"You've got a big thing for her, Mollusk. Is that so good? You know what I mean, you're making this a personal thing."
"She reminds me of that cunt who turned me in to the cops five years ago. I spent fourteen months in the slammer because of her. I can't find her but I have another cunt who looks just like her."
"So that's why you're taking all the time to give her the best you can deliver, huh?" Len moved around and finished off the roll of film in the camera. He smirked as he slipped the exposed film from the camera and put in another roll. "I guess it wouldn't be so bad having her suck me off. I can take pictures of her giving me the blowjob."
"Anything you want, kiddo, anything," said Mollusk. With a strong shove, he pushed Jackie away from Lynda. The blonde panicked. The hose fell from between her tits and the crimp came free. She braced herself for the rush of cold, punishing water into her cunt.
It never came.
Shivering with fear, she opened her eyes and saw Mollusk laughing. He shook his head and told her, "You dumb cocksucker, I turned the water off."
Hatred flared even brighter in her body. She felt the hot rush of blood to her shoulders and her neck as she flushed. A convulsive shudder, then she spit at Mollusk. He carefully slapped her with the flat of his hand, but he never said a word about it.
"Get her over here and start her sucking, dammit," said Len. "My poor cock's getting cold out here." He pointed down to his half-erect prick. The pulsing movements of the cock told Lynda that he was nearing the end of his endurance. He had fucked and fucked and fucked that night and this might be the last time he would be able to get it up.
She didn't know what she felt iii that instant. Hope, perhaps. Fear, definitely. But the hope rode on the fact that the men wouldn't be able to fuck indefinitely. If she could wear them out maybe they would give up on torturing their captives and allow them some peace.
"Suck his prick, you stupid bitch," commanded Mollusk, watching her with hooded eyes. She didn't know what evil thoughts lurked in the man's head, but she could guess they weren't going to be good news for her.
She began to rise from the floor when Mollusk kicked out and swept her feet from under her. With her hands bound behind her back, she was unable to catch herself. Falling heavily, she lay in a naked pile, panting, and hating him more by the second.
"On your knees. Never rise when you're going to give a real man head," said Mollusk. Lynda turned and saw that Len was puffing himself up with pride at his friend's words.
A real man, she thought to herself, wouldn't
have to force her to suck his prick. She would want to do it because he was a real man. But she had no choice in the matter. As long as Mollusk had the gun and had the upper hand, she was going to do what the robbers demanded of her.
Painfully getting her knees under her, feeling the movement of the garden hose in her pussy and moaning as the electrical tape across her pussy mound pulled at her bush, she rose up a little and began walking on her knees. She thought the distance to Len's crotch was a light year away. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to move. It didn't matter to her that the man took picture after picture of her. She was his captive-now.
Some how, some way, the tables would turn. She would get the advantage and these two would rue the day they had tortured her and Jerry and Christine and Jackie.
"Suck me off!" said Len.
She looked up at him and saw only the single eye of the camera. He snapped another picture as she felt the hot lash of the nylon rope across her shoulders. She didn't have to be told that Mollusk was punishing her for not being quick enough to obey.
"Atta girl," said Mollusk as she pressed her cheek into Len's thigh and got her tongue moving across the man's semi-flaccid cock.
She felt Mollusk moving around her, heard a strange hissing noise and then felt his hands
moving all over her body. He put the-electrical tape over her nipples, and down the sides of her tits, across her taut belly and then moved his attentions to the garden hose taped up her pussy.
"I think you should get that cock all the way into your mouth," he said.
She felt a foreboding of evil. He didn't command her, he suggested. This could only mean something ruthless was going to occur. But she did as she was told, her tongue snaring the limp prick and pulling it between her soft lips. As she began sucking on the worm-like cock, she stiffened and then screamed in total pain.
He had ripped the electrical tape over her pussy mound off with one swift jerk. Pain rippled through her body and raced up her spine. Never had she felt such intense agony all over.
"Keep sucking, damn you, you cunt!" snapped Mollusk. He obviously enjoyed giving her abject pain. She felt the hot tears of pain welling up in her eyes. Her cunt burned with an intensity she had never thought, possible. The blonde pussy fur had been jerked from her body in a broad band the size of the strip of electrical tape.
The only consolation was the removal of the garden hose. But she wondered what kind of added tenor Mollusk had in store for her. She couldn't imagine him taking away a source of pain and not substituting one even worse.
"Yahooo!" cried Len. "This is really living.
We're the two richest studs in the whole goddamn world and we've got all the foxy women we want. I told you, Mollusk, things would be coming our way!"
"Yeah, and I got something I want to go her way," the other man said. Lynda felt him moving behind her, on his knees.
She shuddered as his hard prick parted her slender thighs and drove toward her cunt. The flesh surrounding her pussy was still sore from having the tape yanked off. She cringed a little as he rammed his iron-hard cock repeatedly at her pussy.
"Spread wider, damn you," he ordered.
The woman felt dizzy, spinning through space. She had a cock in her mouth that was only slowly responding to her sucking and tonguing. The man she was giving head to was snapping picture after picture, any of which would have sold for big bucks in a porno store. And now, after she had been abused, the man behind her wanted to fuck her up the cunt.
She almost passed out when the thick, strong cock found her cunt hole. She stiffened and tried to press closer to Len's body. The man betrayed her even in this minor way. He spread his legs wide and squatted down so that her mouth never left his prick and her ass began to jut up in the air. As her smooth white bottom presented itself to Mollusk, the man took full advantage of it by driving his cock into her cunt all the way to the hilt.
"Ummmm, oh!" she cried around the stiffening plug of cock in her mouth. "That hurts so baaaad!"
"And you'll love every inch of my prick before I'm done," said Mollusk.
His hands gripped strongly at her waist, pulling her hips backwards. This was the only support she had. If he released her body she would fall on her face. Her hands were still securely fastened behind her back.
"Gee, Mollusk, that's a damn fine, shot there. I got a great picture of your cock drilling into her pussy," said Len.
"Shut up, and let her suck on your cock. Or is it too dead?"
"Naw, it's still got some life in it."
As if to prove his point, the man's prick began to harden against the woman's questing tongue. She stroked along one side of his shaft and then cradled it with her rough, pink tongue. Swift jabs with his hips sent the cock racing in and out of her mouth. He face-fucked her with growing assurance.
"Damn, this is great!"
"I know what you mean, Len," said Mollusk. "This is better than I'd thought it would be, too. Her fuck tunnel is like a glove around my cock. Squeezing down hard on me. No virgin, but she's still got a tight, hot cunt. I love the way it sort of ripples and massages my prick."
Lynda was on the verge of breaking down and
crying. She had never been in a more humiliating position. Hands tied, her ass pressed against the man's hairy upper thighs, his prick buried balls deep in her cunt, and she was forced to suck off another man.
She craned her neck to the breaking point as Len shoved harder and faster into her mouth with his trembling prick. She tasted the bitter drop of pre-come and knew the tasty flood of his jism wasn't far behind. Remembering her vow to get him off as fast as she could-and maybe exhaust him totally for the rest of the night-she used every trick she had ever learned. Her tongue pressed hard into the very tip of his cock, teasing and tormenting the piss-slit.
"Hey, she's trying to drive her tongue down the inside of my prick. It.. oh, shit, I'm commmmming!"
As the salty blast of his come filled her mouth, making her gag, Lynda felt a small thrill of victory. Len was out of the picture for the moment. The man's cock soon melted in her mouth and slipped free, dripping white droplets of come.
Without the support of the man's body against her head, she tumbled forward. Lynda banged her blonde head against the floor but she hardly noticed it. The woman's body hurt too much for her to notice a thing like a bump on the head.
"Tighten up around my prick, damn you," snarled Mollusk. "I need to feel that tight cunt of
yours smashing my cock flat!"
She tensed and relaxed her muscles as the man commanded. She did it not only to pleasure him, but to give herself some small measure of arousal. Her pussy was being plugged with the man's thick cock but there was none of the joy she should have felt.
He had whipped her and raped her and tortured her. She couldn't respond normally to this man no matter how huge his prick, or how much of a stud he was. The woman had to psych herself up into full enjoyment of the fucking.
Imagining it was Jerry screwing her like a bitch in heat helped. She could think it was anyone else in the world but Mollusk and this allowed her to concentrate on the warmth spreading outward from her pussy walls. Tensing and relaxing her pussy muscles gave the man the stimulation he wanted and it provided her the arousal required to make her fuck fluids flow copiously.
"Shit, baby, you're tighter than any virgin lever fucked. You gettin' good pictures of this balling, Len?"
"Sure am, Mollusk. Damn fine, pictures, too. Wait'll you see them blown up to poster size. You'll want them all over the walls of your place."
Sweat poured off the bound woman's body. She felt the electrical tape across her tits begin to chafe and itch but she could ignore it because of the thrill volting from her cunt and into her belly. The
warmth of the friction from the cock pressing so tightly into her cunt walls spread and soon puddled molten lead in her belly.
"I… aaaaaaaeeeeeee!" she shrieked, her voice breaking as she felt the ice and iron grip of orgasm smash down firmly on her.
The man started fucking her harder, faster, deeper. His prick reamed her cunt out good. She trembled in reaction to the hard, all-out fucking.
His hands reached around her waist and began to fiddle with her clit. The feel of his finger on her pleasure trigger made the blonde come again. It no longer mattered to her that he had ripped the electrical tape off her snatch and left bare patches of aching skin. The garden hose he had rammed all the way up her pussy was forgotten. The tortures and whippings were something more like a bad dream.
She came and came and came.
And then the woman cried out in absolute terror. The man hid reached up and jerked off the electrical tape crossing her taut, heaving belly. The sudden pain in the middle of so much pleasure shocked her. She couldn't adjust to the pain, when she was enjoying the wondrous sensations of orgasms crushing her so delightfully.
"It huuuuurts!" she protested.
And another strip of the electrical tape was yanked free of her body. Bits of skin came with the sticky tape. She felt a red, ugly welt where the tape
had been.
And still the man fucked her with the long, powerful strokes. She could feel his cock pulsing hotly in the depths of her pussy. The way the thick, purple knob on the tip of his fuck stick throbbed made her feel more like a woman than anything else he had done. She was a woman being fucked by a man.
He ripped the tape off her tits.
She screamed and came at the same time. The blonde woman couldn't understand what was happening to her. She loved the feel of his prick moving so powerfully inside her tight twat. But the pain! It filled her like water fills a jug. And he continued to fuck swiftly, burning her up inside with friction of cock against cunt wall.
He fucked and fucked and fucked until she felt his prick expand to an impossibly swollen size. She thought he would rip her apart with such a massive hunk of cock.
"This is it, babe," he grunted. She felt his rhythm turn jerky as his body took control of his hips. He fucked as hard and deep into her cunt as he could. This pushed her own passion to the breaking point.
As the hot rush of his jism filled her cunt, he ripped the last piece of tape from her boobs. This was the strip across both of her sensitive nipples. She came and thought she would die in the same instant.
Never in her young life had Lynda felt such pain and pleasure mixed together. She couldn't straighten it out in her head if she was coming due to the punishment he inflicted on her or because of the fucking. It didn't matter. The man's prick was already beginning to turn flaccid in her hot, clinging twat, but her nipples burned hotly from the mistreatment given them.
As Mollusk leaned back on his heels, he laughed at her. "That was a damn fine fuck, baby," he told her. "But I don't think your cunt would have crunched down on my cock like that if I hadn't used the electrical tape on those fine titties of yours."
She felt nothing but hatred for this brutal, savage man. But she said nothing since she was still under his control.
But soon, soon, she would have the upper hand. She would get even then-if she could.