"Ummm, that was great," sighed Lynda, curled up next to Jerry. The man's strong body moved slightly against her and she craned bet neck around to look at him. The glow in her eyes masked her tiredness. He had screwed her silly-and she was tired. But if he wanted to have another go at fucking, she wasn't about to tell him no.
"Yeah, but we'd better see about getting out of here. I know they've got alarms all over the place but those are just for robberies. If we triggered
one, we would be in bigger trouble than we are now."
"So why should we worry about getting out?" she asked. "Let's just stay here and be nice and cheerful looking when everyone shows up in the morning."
"You mean stay here and fuck all night long?"
"Sure!"
The man hesitated. She could tell the idea appealed to him. As long as they didn't, do anything they weren't likely to set off any hidden alarms. Lynda didn't know for sure but she didn't think there were any armed guards that patrolled the empty department store. She was positive the store didn't use guard dogs. They'd had problems with the dogs pining on everything in sight.
"Come on, Jerry, why not stay here? The people would show up in the morning and it would just seem like we got here early. I could stay hidden until the customers came.
"But my clothes are wrinkled," he protested. She thought he was just making up excuses. Her heart wasn't in arguing this point.
"So get some new ones. We're in a whole goddamn department store. We can go on a shopping spree that'll last all night long!"
"But we'd have to pay for the stuff we took."
"So we just borrow the stuff for the evening," she said persuasively. "I've had my eye on some of that fancy lingerie downstairs for a long time.
Wouldn't you like to see me model it for you?" "The baby-doll nightie?"
"That, too, but I was thinking more of the black net stockings and garter belt."
"What else?"
"Nothing else," she said. And she knew he was going to give in then. The faint twitch in his prick told the entire story. "Come an, Jerry, let's get moving. We're wasting precious time!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him off the bed, intent on getting downstairs as fast as she could before his cock decided to go back to sleep.
"Shit, Jackie, we got locked in this damned place. I told you we shouldn't have taken so long in the restroom.
"Don't sweat it, Christine. There's got to be an emergency exit."
"But that'll set off an alarm or something."
So we'll be long gone before anyone comes. Or we can stand around and point and tell any cops that show up that the people escaping from this dump went down the Street. Hell, I don't know how they could have locked us in like this."
Jackie stood in front of a side door, hesitant about opening it. A sign proclaimed that the door was alarmed. Just as Christine started to push past her, the handle of the door jiggled a little. A
scraping noise sounded and both women knew someone was hard at work on the lock outside.
"That takes care of our problem. Somebody's trying to get back in. Look, see? We'll just explain to the manager or whoever it is that…" Her words trailed to nothing as she stood staring in shock at the two men framed by the door.
Whoever they were, they didn't belong in the store. Both held guns in their hands and one carded a large bag, obviously loaded with something heavy. For a split second, all four were frozen by shock. The two men reacted first, their guns coming up to cover the frightened women.
"Move and I'll burn you!" snapped the larger of the two men. His finger tightened perceptibly on the trigger of his revolver.
"Goddamn, you asshole!" cried the other, smaller man. "You told me that this was gonna be the best fucking place in the whole goddamn world to hide. And here are two dames watching us already!"
"Shut up, Mollusk. How the fuck was I to know anybody'd be here?"
Jackie and Christine looked at each other and back at the men. The bores of the two guns appeared larger than firehoses. Jackie started trembling and said in a shaky voice, "Who are you?"
"We're the guys who just knocked off the jewelry store down the street" said the one called Mollusk. "And we thought this department store
was gonna be the place to hide till the heat cooled down."
"Shut up," repeated the larger man. "Don't spill nothing. And close the goddamn door. If some cop sees that, we'll really be in it up to our asses."
"Look, we just got ourselves locked in. We, uh, we won't say a thing about seeing you two. So, just let us go, huh?" stammered Christine. The way the gun swung toward her, told her that this wasn't likely to happen.
"Let's be flexible about all this, Mollusk. Let's have ourselves some fun while we're waiting."
Mollusk smiled, a broken tooth making him appear even more evil than before.
"I follow you, Len. Why not? This place ain't got any alarms we can trip by accident-we checked that out. And these two are good-looking broads. We might be able to have some great times with them. How about it, cutie?" He placed the muzzle of the gun up under Jackie's chin. The auburn-haired woman trembled and started to back away. Mollusk moved the gun, hooked it up under the hem of her skirt and jammed the cold steel barrel against her snatch.
"Don't go getting any fancy ideas, lady," he said, menace in his voice. "I'd just as soon stuff this gun all the way up your cunt and pull the trigger as I would fuck you. You choose."
Christine answered for her terrified friend.
"We're expected somewhere else right about now. If our friends don't meet us, they'll call the police."
"Like hell they will," said Len. "Two lookers like you, they'd figure you just got picked up and went off to fuck somewhere. Right? Yeah, that's what I thought. Come on and let's explore this place a bit. I'm getting horny just thinking about getting it on with this one."
His gun barrel lightly pressed into Christine's left tit. Her flesh crawled with the steely touch, and gooseflesh raced up and down her spine.
Jackie used the opportunity to knock Mollusk's gun away and dart off into the darkened store, dodging and ducking to take full advantage of the heavy shadows cast by display cases.
"Shit," said Len, "you shouldn't 'a let her go. Take care of this one and I'll show you how you have to treat them." He ran off in pursuit of Jackie's rapidly disappearing form.
"Just you keep it cool and we'll get along okay," said Mollusk, his gun stroking along Christine's jawline. The woman backed away and found herself pressed into a wall.
Trying to distract him, she asked, "Wh-why do they call you Mollusk?"
He laughed, ugly and evil. "I like lots of hairy clams, that's why. And I bet your little pussy's a sweet one, isn't it?"
Both Mollusk and Christine turned when they
heard a soul-wrenching scream. Christine knew instantly that Len had caught Jackie.
"Let's go see what Len's got in mind for punishing the little fox. She shouldn't 'a run like that. Len's got a nasty temper, and he don't mind hurting women who piss him off. You know what I mean?"
Christine mutely nodded, her voice trapped somewhere in her throat. She allowed the man to shove her down the aisles until they came to the woman's clothing section. All she could see were dim figures moving in one of the dressing booths. While the images were indistinct, she could tell that Jackie didn't have a prayer of escaping the more powerful man. He had her backed into one of the dressing booths, his arms holding her captive.
"Get away from me!" shrieked Jackie, her blouse already torn off by the man s clawing fingers. He laughed and continued to rip her clothing. Soon her skirt hung in tatters. She tried to kick him, got tangled in the rags hanging around her waist and tripped. He used this to swarm all over her. He had the skirt off in a flash, leaving her clad only in bright red bikini briefs.
"Shit, now that's the kind of broad I like. You got class, kid."
"You monster!"
"Hell, no-I'm not a monster, but I got one for you. Look at it!" He pulled down his pants, and a huge prick, already stiff, leaped out. Jackie stared
at it in amazement. It wasn't that his prick was so huge, but the fact that the fighting had gotten him hard was frightening. He enjoyed seeing her helpless and almost naked!
"Please," she pleaded. "Don't do this to me." "Aw, fuck it, baby. You're gonna be thanking me for giving you a taste of my cock before we're done!"
She couldn't effectively fight the man as long as she was trapped in the narrow dressing booth, and he wasn't about to let her get past him. He pinioned her wrists and pulled them high over her head. She felt her tits flattening out as he stretched her upwards.
"Damn, but you're a hot one. Fucking you is going to be a blast!"
He easily held her slender wrists in one meaty hand while he fumbled around and found a wire coat hanger. He bent this around her wrists, and lifted her up even more until she was standing on tiptoes. He fastened part of the coat hanger around a clothes hook before tightening the wire around the woman's wrists to the point where she moaned in pain.
Len stood back and studied his handiwork. Strung up before him was a mostly naked woman, clad only in her red bikini briefs. Her tits rose and fell heavily as she sobbed. Not an ounce of fat marred the perfection of her body. He moved forward again, the gun in his hand.
"You're really something. A stud like me has his share of broads, but types like you-are too high priced usually. Now I got the money-and I got you."
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks and dripping onto the tips of her tits.
"Nothing you ain't had done to you before," he snapped.
He jammed the gun into the waistband of his pants and moved forward. She tried to kick him. This only played into his hands. One strong hand grabbed her trim ankle, and pulled her away from the wall. He quickly captured her other leg and held them at his sides, splitting her apart like the wishbone of a chicken. "Yeah, I'm gonna love this."
Still holding her legs, he bent down and pushed his face into the wide-spread vee of her legs. She felt his teeth raking across her heaving belly. He managed to catch the top edge of her panties. With a savage jerk of his head, he ripped the thin fabric off her body. Her auburn snatch was lewdly exposed to his smirking face. He kissed her pussy, then stood.
"This is gonna be something you'll remember for a hell of a long time, babe," he said, moving his hands up under her ass.
Jackie sobbed openly now, not even trying to hold back the show of her misery. Her hands ached
terribly. The wire coat hanger cut off the circulation. The way she was hanging from that coat hanger put an incredible strain on her shoulders and upper arms. Worst of all, she could see the man's ugly cock coming toward her pussy.
"Don't do this, please, I beg you!"
"You'll beg for more when I get done," he said. He stabbed with his hips. His cock went skittering along between her cunt lips. She moaned, not sure what she was feeling. A man's cock should bring her nothing but pleasure. The thought of being fucked in this disgusting manner by this horrible criminal should have turned her off. She felt revulsion-and she also felt her pussy begin to dampen.
It might have been lust or it might have been fear. She didn't know. Her eyes widened as he realigned himself and pistoned forward again. This time his aim was much better. The purple head of his cock rammed directly into her cunt hole.
"Yeah, baby, you're gonna beg for more before I get done with you tonight!"
His hips thrust strongly, and he sank balls deep into her unwilling cunt. She screamed in pain. Her cunt wasn't ready for this type, of fucking. Her pussy walls were still dry, the lubricant not working yet. She felt wet cunt lips parted obscenely by the thick plug of the man's raping cock. The more she tried to tell herself this couldn't possibly be happening to her, the more panicked she felt.
It was happening. This criminal was raping her. He had tied her wrists together with a coat hanger, and strung her up in this dressing booth like a side of beef. She was nothing but a cunt to be fucked to him. And he was doing just that.
Whatever he could do to humiliate her more, he did. His prick worked in and out of her dry hole with the precision of a jackhammer. Bending forward slightly, he sucked and licked at her huge tits. She felt excitement mounting inside of her, in spite of her predicament.
The more he fucked, the more pain she felt from her arms and shoulders. The cruel wire binding her wrists so securely, cut into her flesh, and caused her hands to go totally numb. Soon, they would begin to turn purple from lack of blood. But not yet.
While the agony of her arms and shoulders was just beginning, she had to endure the full torment. of knowing he was fucking her when she didn't want his prick inside her. She could look down and see his ugly red stalk vanishing between her delicate, pink, inner cunt lips. And, in spite of herself, she felt her pussy beginning to respond to him. She tried to tell herself this was only a means of self-defense. If her twat could cause enough of her love juices to flow, he wouldn't rip her sensitive pussy apart.
That's what she told herself.
She was lying and she knew it. She was getting
hot for his prick. The idea of being so helpless secretly thrilled her. She had had rape fantasies, and now she was living one out. The man wouldn't really harm her, she thought. He wanted what only she could offer, and he was taking it. It didn't matter to him that she wasn't freely offering her pussy.
He fucked her so hard that her body slammed into the thin plywood wall. Echoes of the fucking filled the deserted department store. She sobbed and moaned as he continued to drive his prick in to the hilt.
She felt his balls wetly slapping against her ass. He held her legs firmly under his arms as he might hold a wheelbarrow's handles. He used her body to give himself the maximum pleasure possible. While she couldn't move freely, he could and did swing her from side to side, his hands gripping her firm thighs with steely ferocity.
"Don't! Don't fuck me like I was trash!" she pleaded. Her pleas foil on deaf ears. The man was intent on fucking her. He didn't care if she enjoyed it or not.
His hands slipped to her knees. This caused her ass to drop, and his cock to almost slide from her cunt. He then jerked her back up, his cock sinking deeper into her cunt than ever before. He twisted her hips, jerked her around, and dropped her repeatedly. The woman felt as if he were driving a corkscrew into her tender pussy.
Everything began to come together for her. The
pain raced down her arms and exploded with fury in her body. The way he occasionally leaned forward to nurse at her tits gave her pleasure. The pleasure and pain didn't quite cancel out each other. She felt an odd mixture of desire and horror, mounting inside her tender, trapped body.
His cock swelled inside her tight fuck tunnel to the point where she was sure he would rip her apart. Sobbing, she tried to kick away from his iron grasp. She was too weak, and the position he held her in was against her. He continued to rain his prick into her obscenely wide-spread cunt.
The smucking noise of his cock reaming her out filled the tiny booth. She trembled all over, wondering what was happening to her. When she came, it took her entirely by surprise. She had gotten off on both the thrill of feeling a virile prick fucking her pussy and a sharp jolt of pain racing down through her young body.
The shock of her orgasm caused her pussy to convulse powerfully around his deeply buried cock. She felt every single contour of his swollen prick as she rocked from side to side, lost in the throes of stark desire.
"Shit, baby, you're both tight and hot. That's the kind of pussy I just love to fuck!"
His hips went berserk. He rammed her back repeatedly into the wood wall, until she had the air knocked out of her. Then his cock exploded inside her twat. She felt the hot, sweet rush of his jism
rifling her up. He came and came and came gallons of man-seed, whitewashing her insides.
Confused, Jackie tried to understand what was happening to her head. At the very end, it hadn't mattered to her that the man was raping her. She had actually gotten off on the and humiliation. She loved fucking, but this was something totally new and different for her.
He dropped her legs and stood back. She strained to support her weight on the tips of her toes. Jackie had thought she preferred this to being raped by the man. She was wrong. Soon, her calves began to knot from the strain of supporting her weight only on her toes.
"You just stay there, honey, and we'll see what your friend and Mollusk have been up to. Knowing him, I bet it ain't pleasant. That dude's got a nasty streak in him a mile wide!"
She shuddered and cried hot, salty tears now. Jackie couldn't imagine the kind of punishment her friend was enduring, if even Len thought Mollusk was mean. What had started as a simple shopping spree on her part, had turned into a nightmare.