"Damn, but I'm tired," groaned Len. "And my balls ache. I never got my rocks off so many times in one day before. Think my cock'll recover?"
"Don't count on it," said Mollusk. "Even mine is tingling all the time. A good feeling, though. I'm glad we just happened into those broads-and the blonde and her boyfriend. This has been a hell of a nicer way to spend the night than just sitting around in any empty store.
"I'll say!"
Lynda felt the muscle strain the most in her upper arms as she tried to roll over and look at the men. She hoped their comments about their pricks were right on. She didn't want to suck either of them off, or have either man fucking her again. She ached and hurt and was humiliated beyond belief. She had had things done to her tonight that should never be done to anyone.
"Even if we can't get it up again, how's about our friend the stud?" asked Len eagerly. Lynda hated the man even more in that instant. He wasn't about to let them all rest in peace. He wanted to feed his own sick desires and make them perform even more degrading acts.
"Go get him. And bring along his friend, too," said Mollusk, watching Lynda's reaction. He knew that she loved Jerry and just wanted to taunt her. "He and the brown-haired bitch really got it on," he added cruelly.
"You forced them. Just like you forced all of us.
"Don't believe it," said Mollusk. "They were hot to trot, believe me. You should have seen the way he rammed in and out of her juicy little twat. It was exciting, truth to tell."
Len pulled Jerry and Christine back with him. Lynda had no idea what had been done to the pair but they looked the worse for wear and tear. The bums on Christine's ass puzzled Lynda at first. She couldn't figure out how she had gotten a target imbedded on her soft white flesh. Then it hit her. "You made them fuck on a stove top!"
"Sure," smiled Mollusk. "It was great, too. Wasn't it, you two?"
Neither of the pair deigned to answer.
"Hell, you're being unsociable. Why don't all four of you get it on? You're gonna be in hogs heaven, man," said Len. "Three chicks all to yourself."
"What do you want us to do?"
In way of answer, Lynda felt Len swinging the nylon rope near her head. She ducked and struggled to get closer to Jackie. The other woman's mouth was no longer gagged with the shorter length of the cruel rope, but she wasn't in as had a shape a Lynda. While she had been tortured, she had had time to recover her strength.
Lynda pretended to lick and kiss the other woman s ear to keep the brutal lash from landing on her exposed ass.
"Jackie," she whispered hotly, "you've got to get away. Try to get to the gun department. Get a pistol or something and shoot these bastards! I'm too weak to do it!"
"Isn't that cute?" asked Mollusk. "She's whispering sweet nothings in the other cunt's ear, Get it on, you two. I want to see some of that hot lezzie stuff you were talking about earlier."
The rope Landed with a dull thwack on Lynda's ass. She groaned but she continued to speak
rapidly. "I'll distract them. You run for all you're worth and we'll try to keep them back."
"But the cases will be alarmed!" protested Jackie.
"You're not thinking. That's fine! Get the cops here! We can sure as hell use them more now than ever before. But do it!"
"Between her legs," said Len. "Get that face of yours down into her snatch. Eat pussy, bitch!"
Lynda moved down so that her face pressed into the sweaty crotch of the other woman. She thought she might be revolted by the idea of eating out Jackie's cunt but she found herself pleasantly surprised. The odors made her mouth water. Her rough, eager tongue lashed out and dragged along the puffy ridges of the other woman's pussy lips.
Jackie moaned in stark pleasure, twisting and turning. "Oh, yes, yes!" she cried. "Tongue-fuck my poor little cunny gooooooood!"
Lynda couldn't tell if the woman was acting or not. She suspected that the passion was real. Something inside her made Lynda feel happy at that. She knew this was perverted. One woman didn't make love to another woman. Yet she felt good that she could do something for Jackie to help take away some of the hurt the two robbers had given them all.
Her tongue worked its way deeper into the juicy twat. She stroked along the velvety cunt walls and felt the strong muscles inside ripple and pulse with
power. The blonde guessed what it might be like to be a. man and have your prick in this tight, hot, clinging fuck tunnel. Her tongue was being given one hell of a nice squeezing-a man's cock would be crushed delightfully.
Lynda sucked and licked and felt other bodies pressing into hers. Jerry and Christine had been added to the pile. Together, they were expected to perform and create an orgy for their two captors. The blonde woman was more than happy to oblige them. This gave her a chance to soothe the hurts the others had, and made her feel she was getting back at-the men.
She rolled over and pulled her cunt-juice-soaked mouth away from Jackie's snatch. She immediately began licking and kissing Christine's burned ass. The flesh wasn't as badly burned as she'd thought at first. It had only been turned a rosy pink. And it was sensitive, damned sensitive. The woman groaned and arched her back to shove more of the tortured assflesh into Lynda's mouth.
As she licked and kissed and caressed with her tongue, she felt nimble fingers working on the hose binding her wrists. She refrained from crying out in joy when her fingers came totally free.
The dancing needles that signaled the returning of circulation made her sob in pain, but the robbers didn't even notice. They were too busy goading the four naked people on to do even more depraved things. When Lynda felt she could move well
enough to escape, she began passing the word through the pile of naked, writhing flesh.
"Give me a chance to run for it!"
And they did. Jerry rolled over, his legs locking around Len's. The armed man tumbled to the floor hard enough to knock the wind out of his lungs. Christine kicked Mollusk in the balls. The man doubled up and turned purple. Lynda didn't stay around to see what was happening next. She ran, fleet as any deer in the forest.
Her mind was filled with a jumble of things. But she remembered where the firearms department was. She ran up the escalator, the segmented steps cutting harshly into her bare feet. Across the darkened floor, stumbling and falling several times. And then she found it. Case after case of pistols. Racks of rifles and shotguns.
She heard the sounds of pursuit behind her. Without hesitation, she rammed her elbow through the side of one case and pulled put a powerful handgun. Bleeding down her arm from the glass cuts, she struggled to get behind the counter and find ammunition. The box of shells finally came to her hurried hands. She fumbled out six rounds and put them into the cylinder. Hefting the.357 magnum, she rose up from behind the counter.
Len stood there, a stupid look on his face as he saw the loaded gun aimed at him.
Even as he was saying. "Don't shoot!" his own gun was coming up. Lynda closed her eyes and
pulled the trigger. The gun bucked hard in her hands and knocked her backwards. The roar deafened her for a moment, but she quickly recovered and peered over the top of the display case.
Len held his lower belly as he rolled on the floor. She didn't have to check to know that she had blown his balls off;
One down and one to go.
She left the man in abject pain, stopping only to kick his gun away, and then she went hunting. Len was a minor irritant as far as the blonde woman was concerned. Mollusk was the man who was most responsible for her agony. He had jammed the garden hose up her cunt and had come up with other outrageous tortures just for her.
Lynda walked tenderly down the escalator. She dropped from sight when she heard Mollusk shout, "Did you shoot her, Len? Goddammit, man, answer me!"
She waited. She had no reason to rush now. The man's hold over her was gone. He didn't dare stop to do anything to his captives because he had to make sure she was taken care of-immediately.
Lynda's patience paid off. Mollusk fearfully came around the corner of the escalator. This time she didn't close her eyes as she pulled the trigger. She shot him directly through the wrist holding his pistol. It was as much luck as it was good cum, but she wasn't going to complain.
"Don't!" the man cried. "Don't shoot me! You-you're violating my civil rights! I demand to be arrested! Where are the cops! Gimme my lawyer!"
She pulled back the hammer of the powerful handgun and said in a voice that was cold and deadly, "I've seen a lot of movies where they use guns like this. A shot through the head and that's.
it. But if I shot you in the belly, you might live for days or weeks. Should I do that? It wouldn't begin to repay for what you've done to my friends and me, but I would get great satisfaction out of it."
The man's face paled as her finger tightened on the trigger. She finally snapped it-on an empty cylinder.
But Mollusk had fainted. She nudged him with the point of her toe and found he wasn't faking. She immediately went and freed Jerry, Jackie and Christine.
"God, Lynda, you look like an avenging angel with that gun in your hand. The muzzle's still smoking. Don't tell me you…" Jerry's voice trailed off as he realized he had heard a shot.
"I shot Len but he's still alive. I don't know what to do with Mollusk. I actually wanted to kill him, but that's too good for him. I want to do something that'll really pay him back for what he did to us."
The four of them exchanged glances, then they all smiled. Together they trooped off to find their
clothes and to make use of the time they had before the police came in to investigate the alarm set off when Lynda broke into the gun case.
When Mollusk regained consciousness he found himself back in the appliance department, his hands stretched out on either side of his body and firmly secured with bits of the nylon rope he had used to beat them with. His cock was shoved under a steam iron and placed carefully on an ironing board.
"What are going to do to me?" he demanded. "You can't torture me. I know my rights. You gotta have the cops come and arrest me!"
"Let's see how efficient the Cops actually are. Lynda set off the alarm about ten minutes ago-and the police still aren't here," said Jerry.
"Right," continued Jackie, moving closer to the bound man. "Let's take a little poll and see how long it will take them. Five more minutes? Another ten? What do you folks think?"
"Ten minutes minimum," said Christine.
"Time enough to do the ironing," said Lynda, plugging the iron in. She tapped the indicator on the handle of the iron and said, "That's at permanent press touchup, Mollusk. Think that should be hot enough to get the wrinkles out of your goddamn prick?"
"You can't!" the man shrieked. "It… it's getting hotter. You'll burn my pecker off."
"What a pity," said Jackie.
"It's a real pity that Len and Mollusk had this falling out," continued Jerry. "Imagine Len doing a terrible thing like this to his partner. It's a good thing that Lynda shot Len. I mean, a man who could put his partner's prick under an iron is pretty sick."
"Or bent on revenge," added Lynda.
"We don't have to stick around, do we?" asked Jackie. "We should split before the cops do get here. Let them figure out what happened. After all, Mollusk and Len robbed the jewelry store. I figure they must have some sort of description of them."
"You mean we should cut out and let the cops find them like this?" asked Christine. She smiled slowly and said, "That seems like a good bet to me. I don't want to spend the rest of my life testifying against them for all they've done to us."
"I'll finger you, goddammit if I won't!" screamed Mollusk, glancing down in fear at the heating iron on his prick. "If you don't take this off right now, I'll spill my guts to the cops!"
"No, you won't," said Lynda. "We have the film that Len took. You want to testify against yourself? You want to confess to torturing and sexually abusing the four of us? We're all fine, upstanding citizens-with the photographic proof if you want to even so much as mention us. Let's split, gang," she said to the others. "I have this great idea."
"Cops," said Jackie in a low voice. "Coming in
the front."
"My idea," Lynda continued, unperturbed, "is that we should all go up to the bedroom displays and just wait for the cops to leave. They won't be looking for us after they find these guys."
"And then?" asked Jerry, getting the idea.
"We'll think of something."
The four hurried up the escalator and went to the back of the store. They heard the police come in-after Mollusk began screaming in pain. Lynda felt a cold lump in the pit of her stomach knowing what she had done to both Mollusk and Len. Guilt assaulted her senses, then she sneered a little remembering what the two men had done to her.
The hose up her cunt. The ass-rape with the gun barrel. The whipping. The repeated sexual abuses. She had been forced to do so many things she wasn't even sure she could remember them all, not that she wanted to. She had her revenge and it tasted sweet.
The four of them stayed out of sight as the police made a quick sweep through the store. They overheard one cop saying, "Hell, we nailed the two of them. We got a positive ID that they're the ones who robbed the jewelry store. We got the loot back. Why should there be anyone else?"
"Who shot the one in the balls?"
"Who the fuck cares?" the cop came back. "I say he got what he deserves. They both did."
"You can't mean it. You'd have to be the devil
himself to deserve what the guy with the hot iron on his prick got. Or the one with his balls blown off, for that matter."
The first cop had just shrugged and the blue suited men vanished. For a long time the four simply lay an one of the huge beds and waited. Stillness. Ten minutes passed and nothing disturbed the quiet of the store.
Finally Lynda rolled over and ran her hand up and down the inside of Jerry's thigh. "Anything?" she asked quietly.
He answered her in the best way possible. He unzipped his pants and let his long, hard prick snap to attention. The three women all caught their breaths and held them, then laughed.
"Let's get it on! And this time, it's all for us!" Lynda straddled Jerry's hard-on, her pussy savoring the hotness inside it. The way she fucked herself was therapy. She could set the pace and not be tied up or whipped as she was doing it. The woman felt the desires mounting faster and faster in her taut belly as she drove the prick repeatedly into her hot, needy cunt.
When Jackie started licking her cunt lips and Jerry's balls and cock, Lynda thought it was heaven on earth. But she had forgotten Christine. The woman had straddled Jerry's face and was letting him eat her out while she reached out and began fondling Lynda's tits. The other woman's hands hurt a little as she stroked gently aver the
electrical tape-ravaged boobs, but Lynda could put up with a little pain in return for a lot of pleasure.
The four of them lasted all night. It didn't erase the ordeal they had been through, but Lynda thought it helped.
It helped a lot.