"Hey, look at that. Ain't that really something else?" gloated Mollusk. He jammed the gun firmly into Christine's back as he forced her to watch what Len was doing to her friend.
Christine cringed, hardly able to look. Yet she felt an unreal quality, seeing her friend tied up so securely and raped like that. It was as if she were watching a movie. She knew it was actually happening, and still it seemed so impossible, that she watched in rapt fascination.
The woman watched every single motion in that obscene act. She saw Len's huge prick part Jackie's pink inner labia, and then drive balls deep into her pussy. She saw the cunt juices leaking out and dribbling onto the floor of the booth. She heard and saw and practically felt every single thing that Len did to her friend.
"Looks like fun," observed Mollusk. "Let's try it ourselves. You're a hot bush. You gotta have ideas that would pleasure me."
"Go to hell!"
"No way to talk to the guy who's got a gun rammed into your ribs." He brutally thrust the gun at her side, and twisted it a little until she felt the front sight cutting into her flesh.
"Wh-what do you want?" she stammered. She was hardly able to keep from breaking down and crying. And all the time she kept her eyes on Len fucking Jackie. She saw the expression on her friend's face. It was such a curious mixture of lust and tenor that Christine hardly recognized Jackie. The entire rape was degrading and horrible.
Christine knew Jackie's hands would surely fall off from lack of circulation at any second. She could actually see her flesh turning an ugly blue.
"I dunno. But we got this whole fucking store to find things to do in. Hell," he said, "why go anywhere else? We got some really nice stuff right here."
He lifted one of the frilly nighties with the tip of
his gun and tossed it to Christine.
"Get into it," he ordered. "I want to see how you look."
"No." She had decided she would be firm. He couldn't make her do anything she didn't want to do.
She was wrong.
He slapped her so hard, that she stumbled and fell to her knees. The ringing sound in her ears from the blow made her dizzy, and her vision blurred. She hardly even felt it when he pulled her to shaky legs and shoved her hard against one of the display cases.
"Strip," he ordered. "Get naked. I want to see bare ass in ten seconds, or I'll ram this gun barrel where the sun never shines."
To show that he meant business, he jammed the long barrel of the revolver into her ass. She felt her asscheeks parting under the pressure and the sting from the gun sight cutting into her tender flesh brought her back to her senses. This man was capable of anything, even murder. He had robbed a store, and had fled to hide from the police. Perhaps he had already killed that night, and was looking for another victim.
Only by cooperating with him could Christine possibly survive. Hesitantly, she began unfastening the buttons on her blouse. It wasn't fast enough for the gunman.
"Hell, lemme show you how to do it right." He
reached out a meaty hand and gripped the fabric at her neckline. A savage tug sent buttons skittering across the floor, dancing and spinning away. The blouse hung open, and exposed her lush, ripe tits.
She shivered and looked down stupidly at her naked boobs jiggling to and fro. The woman hardly knew what to do or say. When Mollusk laughed, it was evil and promised her nothing but more humiliation.
"Like that, huh? Good. Now get the rest of those duds off. And do it now, or I'll do it myself."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. A dull snick brought the switchblade knife open. The steel blade gleamed in the dull light. The sharp tip looked like a needle to the frightened woman.
Shrugging her shoulders, she dropped the ripped blouse to a small, pathetic pile on the floor, and immediately began working on the snap holding her skin. She didn't get that far. A quick backhanded slap knocked her sprawling on the top of one of the display cases. She was stunned and couldn't do anything but quiver like a fish out of water for a moment.
This was all it took for the man to come aver to her. She felt the icy, cold blade of his switchblade cut lightly into her flesh. He dragged a bloody line down the side of her body until he came to her skirt. A savage slash cut through her skin. The
man ripped it from her body, actually scooting her a few inches along the top of the slick glass case.
"Pantyhose," he sneered. "I hate those fucking things. Don't do nothing but get in the way of my pleasure."
"Don't hurt me, please!" she begged. She saw no mercy in the man's lustful eyes. He was going to have his way with her and nothing she could do would change that.
"Least ways, you're wearing those damn things with the panties built into them. That saves me some time."
She almost passed out when she felt the cold tip of his knife press hard into her tender flesh again. He pulled the knife forward until it rested just under her belly button. He caught the edge of her pantyhose and began slicing through the fabric. When the sides of his blade touched her cunt lips she almost passed out from fear.
"Don't go fainting on me," he said viciously, slapping her. "I want you knowing what I'm doing. I ain't no necrophile who gets his kicks fucking dead chicks. I want you responding to me, got that?"
"Y-yes," she said, looking down in abject fear as the knife slowly worked lower between her legs. Involuntarily, her legs spread wantonly for the man. She didn't want him cutting her, not there, not her pussy lips.
A quick twist of his wrist and her pantyhose were
completely cut into two pieces, one on her left leg and the other on her right. Her snatch was widely exposed to the man's lascivious gaze.
"Now that's a pussy," he said, licking his dry lips. "And this is what I call a real man's prick."
Reaching down, he pulled out his cock, about half stiff. Christine almost laughed, and then bit it back. Laughing at Mollusk now would be her death sentence. The man was insane and would do terrible things to her before he allowed her to die. The way he used that knife told her more than she really wanted to know about the man.
He moved into the vee of her legs and stuffed his half erect cock into her pussy. She sighed, and leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows. This wasn't too bad, she tried to tell herself. The man couldn't fuck her until he got a real boner. If she had him pegged right, he might never get it up.
"D-do you like it so far?"
"Hell, babe, it ain't even started yet." He moved his hips back and forth but the woman couldn't feel his prick getting any stiffer inside her. She almost thought she wouldn't have to put up with any more than this simple humiliation when he pulled back and slapped her again.
"Bitch! You ain't doing nothing for me. You're supposed to help me along."
"Doing what?"
"You ain't no virgin. You know what a woman's supposed to do!" He pressed the point of
the knife into the underside of her right tit until a tiny drop of blood appeared. "I'm gonna cut this off if you don't get to work."
"What do you want me to do? I don't know! Honest, I don't know!"
He glared at her for a second, then turned away, pulling his prick from her pussy. He stood with his hands on his hips for a moment, then pointed silently to a lingerie display.
"Do you w-want me to put something on?"
"The crotchless, frilly ones. Nothing else."
She stripped off the severed pantyhose, acutely aware of the man's lusting gaze on her as she worked. The pantyhose came off slowly, one inch at a time. She stroked her fingers down over her smooth, firm thighs to her well-rounded calves and ankles. Kicking, she got rid of one half of her ruined pantyhose. The woman quickly worked off the other side, feeling totally naked and completely helpless as she did so.
It surprised her that she could feel even more vulnerable than before. The slight wisps of nylon that had remained on her legs had given her some little comfort, a little taste of normalcy. All that was gone now. She hurried to put on the panties, hoping this would give her back a feeling of safety.
The silk panties flowed across her flesh. Her ass amply pushed against the thin fabric, making her feel almost as naked as before. The thin wisp of the panties pressed against her pussy mound, and
caused a small tuft of her bush to poke up over the top. This seemed to arouse Mollusk more than anything else. Christine watched in abject terror as his prick jerked up to a full erection.
"Yeah, baby, that's what I like to see," he said, moving closer to her again. A quick shove against her tits made her sit down on the top of the display counter. His hands captured her legs and lifted them up on either side of her body. She closed her eyes and waited.
She felt the heavy bludgeon of his cock press into the slit of the frilly panties, and find her cunt hole. She hated herself for responding to the man, but she couldn't help it. It might have been fear or it might have been real lust. She couldn't tell. All she knew for a fact was that her pussy was beginning to get damp from her love juices.
"Naw, I ain't gonna fuck you there. That's a sloppy, big hole. Too many guys have beat me to it."
Shocked, she opened her eyes and started to complain. She never got the chance. Mollusk reached under her left asscheek, gripped hard and then lifted. Christine felt herself rolling over on the top of the counter. Her legs got tangled up with the gunman's body, but he quickly pressed her ankles forward until they touched in the middle of her back. She was agile but he was pushing her muscles too far. She cried out in pain.
"Bend, damn you, bend. I want to keep you nice
and limber because I'm gonna fuck you up that shit chute of yours.
"What? What do you mean?" she asked. She understood the words, but was too frightened of Mollusk to be able to figure out what he was going to do to her. All she could fathom was that it wouldn't be pleasant-for her.
"I'm gonna butt-fuck you, lady. You know. Cornhole you. Teach you a little Greek culture. What the fuck do you call it?"
"You're going to fuck me up the asshole?" The words came from her lips, almost lifeless with shock. She had never had a man screw her up the rear before. And she hardly wanted to start now with this brutal man..
"You called it. I'm gonna butt-fuck you like you've never been butt-fucked before. Might as well relax and enjoy it."
"No!" she screamed. "You can't. Nobody's ever done that to me before. I… oh, dear God!"
His hand pressed into the small of her back to keep her from moving. Legs trailing over the edge of the case and not even reaching the floor, she had no leverage to pull herself erect. Her pussy was widely exposed to the man's prick-and so was her asshole.
She felt the blunted tip of his throbbingly erect cock push against the tightly held ring of her anus. The anal sphincter tightened up, refusing to allow any male invader up her back door. But the man
wasn't going away. He kept a steady pressure against the pink ring of ass muscle. He kneaded her buttocks in an attempt to get her to loosen up. If anything, it only warned the woman not to give in an inch.
An inch of prick in her rectum would give him the chance to stuff in two, and two would lead to four, and then he would be raping her ass.
"Please," she moaned, straining to get away from the man's probing cock. "Don't do this to me!"
"Hell, baby, you'll love it. Just wait till I get buried to the hilt in that virgin ass of yours. You do want your cherry for a tail-light, don't you?"
She sobbed openly, her fingers gripping the edges of the counter. The harder she tried to keep him out, the more it seemed he was sinking into her body. Finally, her asshole gave up entirely. She felt her ass fill with hot, hard cock that threatened to rip her apart.
Never had she felt such pain, even when she'd had her cherry popped. The pain inside spread like wildfire. She moaned, and cried bitter tears of humiliation and agony now. The man's prick slowly expanded her resilient shit chute walls, and the pain slackened-a little.
"Yeah, baby, you got a tight ass. I love 'em that way. And hot! Shit you make me feel like I just fucked into a vise, and then the vise was tossed into a furnace. Tight and hot, that's the way I like to
feel 'em around my cock."
He shoved in another couple of inches, and she felt his balls wetly slapping against her pussy lips. Ironically, this turned her on. She loved the feel of the hairy little bag rubbing against her puffy cunt lips. She began to struggle, but in a more passionate way.
The cock up her ass wasn't all that bad, she decided. It was even sexy, sort of. And if he actually started fucking her ass, it could be nice.
She thought she'd lose her mind when he began to pull back, however, the intense suction that was formed in her ass by the tight fit between her ass walls and his cock, threatened to pull her guts out with his cock. A loud fart sounded and then he was plugging her tightest passage with his prick again. The pain lanced into her ass, and slowly went away as she felt his hot cock pulsing hard inside her. He started fucking her then with a slow, powerful motion that built up her desires in spite of her intentions. She didn't want to enjoy this. That would be perverted, even obscene. The man was raping her up the ass. She didn't want him doing this. How could she possibly be expected to enjoy such a thing?
But she was. Until she-felt the sharp nick of his knife against her flattened tit. Her chest pressed down firmly into the glass case. His knife point slid forward and lightly cut the base of her right tit. All the time the knife blade was drawing blood, his
powerful body was fucking her.
She felt his cock sinking deeper and deeper into her cunt with every forward thrust. He tore at her tender inner flesh until she was positive he was ripping her into bloody shreds. She broke down and cried openly now, not even trying to hold it back. Everything was wrong.
He was humiliating her horribly. He stripped her and forced her to wear those revealing crotchless panties. Not content with fucking her up the pussy, he butt-fucked her instead. She felt his cock expanding in her tight ass, and tensed up herself.
This made his cock feel even larger in her than before. She could feel every single contour of that mighty fuck stick. The broad arrowhead of his glans pressed firmly into the walls of her asshole. The big blue vein on the top of his prick pulsed and throbbed in tempo with his beating heart. The thickness of his shaft made her feel as if he were pulling her apart from the inside.
But the way he fucked drove her out of her skull now. Short, quick movements built the friction in her shit chute to the point where she was sure she was on fire. The burning felt more like acid had been dumped into her ass.
"Keep moving like that, baby," he ordered, "and I'll give you the sexiest enema you ever got in your short life."
His prick raced in and out of her ass with increasing authority. He was getting his rocks off on
ass-raping her. She felt shame and embarrassment. The woman couldn't turn around/and look, but she knew that both Len and Jackie were standing nearby and seeing every second of her humiliation. She tried to escape by sliding backwards off the display case.
This only rammed her ass back into, the curve of the man's groin. She felt his cock bury itself a full inch deeper into her body. Everything she did worked against her. The more she tried to elude that hard-driving cock, the deeper she seemed to get it.
Her tender flesh ached from the strain. And the man's cock reached everywhere in her ass. She felt him rubbing against the humid sides of her asscheeks, before sinking through the tight ring of her anus. Then he surged harder and shot full length into her body. A grinding motion caused his cock to work even more erotically against her inner flesh.
Her entire ass churned and burned. Tiny nerves never before touched started to respond. She simply knew that millions of fire ants had been poured into her asshole and they were eating away at her flesh. The pain and indignity of the position made her kick out her legs.
This had an effect totally different from what she had expected. She'd wanted to scoot forward and get away from the probing cock. Instead, it caused her body to buck up and produce a different angle of entry for the man's prick. She felt the sudden swelling of his cock, and then her asshole was filled with his white-hot jism. The constant surge of his come almost made her faint in shock.
"Why, why me?" she moaned over and over.
Panting, his prick already beginning to melt, Mollusk answered, "Because you had a virgin ass, that's why, Now if Len wants sloppy seconds up your butt, he can have them."
"Who, me?" answered the other thief. "I got all the pretty meat I want right here, don't I?"
Christine heard Jackie make a choked sound. She realized they were both in big trouble and not likely to get away alive. As her feverish mind worked, she came up with an even worse fate. Len and Mollusk wouldn't kill them-they would merely use them all night long and leave the two women degraded and ashamed of their own bodies. That was the fate worse than death: Self-hate.