"I heard voices, I tell you," said Lynda emphatically. "And I think there were more than just two. That means it couldn't just be Christine and Jackie. Unless they found somebody who…"
"Come off it, Lynda," said Jerry. "You're imagining things. Just because we accidentally got locked in doesn't mean anyone else did."
"If whoever closed up got careless when it came to finding us, he could have screwed up with
others, too," she pointed out. "I tell you, I heard voices. And it sounded weird."
"How weird? Funny weird or nasty weird?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "Let's go find out."
"Why?" the man asked, sprawling back comfortably on the huge round bed. "I seem to remember I still owe you east by southeast. We've fucked in just about every other direction. I think I enjoyed true north the best."
Lynda smiled at the memory of the multiple fuckings. Jerry was a real stud. He had given her more pleasure in the last few hours than she thought possible from any man. He was a tireless fucker, his prick drooping but immediately coming back harder and longer and stronger than ever before. Her cunt actually ached from the repeated fuckings. Not that she was complaining. This was the very thing she had hoped for when she discovered they had been locked in.
"The bed's a mess. We can fix it up a little, go explore and if no one else is around, came back and mess the bed up again. It'll give us a chance to rest a little." She stroked her slender fingers across the hairy mat of the man's chest. "Besides, you were wondering how I'd look in some of that incredibly sexy and very naughty lingerie. You can find out. We can find out-together."
He heaved a big sigh. "You always did have a way of convincing me to do things I didn't want."
"Don't hand me that line, Jerry!" she said. "You want to see me dressed up in that stuff just as much as I want to feel it against my skin. It's so sexy having on silk stockings. Feeling them move along your legs, stroking you and turning you on."
"You can turn me on any time you wear that garter belt and stockings. I'll leave the actual wearing to you. I don't look so good in high heels, either."
"Come on. Get off that dead ass of yours and let's explore."
"Do we have to put on any clothes?"
She thought about it a moment and then said, "I guess not. If we're alone, then we're alone. If there are others, maybe we can join in."
"Shit," he muttered under his breath. "All you think about is fucking."
"That's not true!" she flared. "I think about blowjobs from time to time, too."
"Yeah," he agreed, remembering the softness of her lips caressing his hard cock. She could give head like no other woman. Just thinking about how she could suck cock was making him stiffen again.
"Hmmm, maybe we shouldn't explore just yet," she said, seeing his erection return. "We could put it off-till morning!"
"Up and out!" Jerry demanded, swatting Lynda on one of her pert asscheeks. "You got me curious about what's happening in other parts of the
store." He pulled on his pants but nothing else. She sat up and reluctantly put on her blouse and skirt. The woman made a big show of not putting on her panties. She wanted him to know that she was totally naked and immediately available to his prick.
Hand in hand they went to the escalator and walked down stationary stairs. The odd sounds Lynda had heard grew louder. They stopped at the foot of the escalator, Lynda's hand gripping hard at Jerry's arm.
"It sounds like someone crying."
"Or in pain," added Jerry. "Or even both. Let's go see what's going down. Seems to be over in the women's clothing section, too. We were headed that way to start so it's not out of the way."
Silently they walked together through the darkened aisles, clinging to one another for support. Lynda was the first to see what was going on. She put a hand to her mouth, gasping in disbelief.
"Good God, that's Jackie! And look at what the men are doing to her! They are raping her!"
"And whipping her. But what's that choking noise? It… oh, shit, look! It's Christine! They've got her ankles tied too tight to her throat. She's choking herself to death!"
Jerry broke free of Lynda's grasp and ran to free Christine. He should have paid more attention to what was happening with Jackie. Both Len and Mollusk beard the scurrying noise of Jerry's bare
feet against the tile floor. They spun, their guns out. Jerry looked up and went pale in fright. The guns looked like they were the size of firehoses as they honed in on him.
"Shit, what the hell's going on here?" he demanded. "Who are you? Why are you two doing this to my friends?"
"Hey, Mollusk, he says he's, a friend of theirs. Can you dig it?"
"Sure thing, Len," said the smaller man, his gun slowly leaving Jerry and wandering around. It didn't take him but a second to see Lynda's blonde hair gleaming in the dark. "You there, get your ass over here, or we put holes in your boyfriend."
Lynda moved into the small area where the men stood. Both Len and Mollusk smiled lewdly at the sight of her trim form, her impudently thrusting tits, the fuckable curvy ass and, the slender legs half-hidden by her skirt.
"Now we'll be able to find out if blondes do have more fun," said Mollusk.
"Sure they do," said Len. "They're easier to find in the dark. You there, blondie, get over here. We want to really look at you."
Lynda had never felt more self-conscious in her life. The men gazed at her young body, not missing a single sexy curve or sinuous movement as she shifted from foot to foot.
"Yeah, fucking her is going to be fun."
"I'll break your bloody neck if you try!" raged
Jerry. Len casually lifted his gun and landed the barrel on the side of the clerk's bead. Jerry fell like a ton of bricks. He moaned and struggled weakly to get back to his feet. Len kicked him viciously in the ribs. "You stay there while we decide what to do with your friend."
"I can't do a damn thing right now," said Mollusk, looking at his limp cock. "I burned it out inside that chick's hot pussy. And she sucked you off good, too. Look at it!"
Lynda gasped when the meaning of the men's words penetrated her dazed mind. They had raped both Christine and Jackie. And they had forced them to do things which they probably would never have done. That explained the lash marks on Jackie's back and the horrible way Christine was trussed up. These men were dangerous criminals and could be expected to do anything-even murder. She knew then that she didn't want to anger them at all.
"Look, we just sort of happened by. We haven't seen anything. We… we'll just be going." The sound of the revolver cocking stopped her. She didn't doubt for a second that Mollusk would shoot to kill.
"No, I think you and your boyfriend are going to get it on. We can't do anything about that blonde pussy of yours right now, but we can get our kicks just watching."
"How do we know she's a natural blonde,
Len?" Mollusk moved to Lynda and started running his grimy hand through her lustrous hair. "I mean, they do great things with dye these days." He stroked down the side of her body, caught the band of her skirt in his finger and savagely jerked. She squealed as the fabric cut into her body. The skirt came free and fell to her feet in a pile.
"Unless she has a snatch patch to match, she's a natural honey blonde. The kind I love to eat!"
"Let her boyfriend try her nut first, Len," suggested Mollusk. "You know, I saw the garden department over yonder. I got this idea."
"Your first one. But I think I'm following you. Let's go. Just the four of us. You two chicks will stay here." Jackie was quickly tied just as Christine was and the two criminals herded Jerry and Lynda to the garden area.
"See? A riding lawn mower. Just like I always wanted. But I never had any grass to use it on," said Mollusk, pointing at the contraption with a large metal seat on it. He bent down, grabbed the starter handle and yanked. The sound of the mower's powerful motor, filled the enclosed area.
"Now what if he sits on that thing and she straddles his lap, see? It would be like driving a vibrator into her cunt." Len smiled broadly and motioned with the gun he held loosely in his fingers.
Jerry hesitated, then obeyed. On the way, Mollusk had stripped him of his pants.
"I think these two have been at it earlier. Otherwise, why are they stripped for action? This dude's not wearing anything now and she was only wearing a blouse and skin."
"Get the blouse off," ordered Len.
"Burn in hell," said Lynda. And she immediately regretted it. She hadn't seen the length of nylon rope that Mollusk carried with him. She shrieked as pain lanced through her shoulders and into her body. She felt the nylon rope hungrily seeking her flesh, ripping and tearing at her blouse. The man was pulling her blouse off without bothering to unbutton it. She tried to help him along but the continued thrashing with the rope brought her to her knees.
This allowed him to swing the rope in short, vicious arcs. "Get that blouse off, damnit, you stupid cunt," snarled Mollusk. He continued whipping her with it while she fought to get the garment off her shoulders. Feeling a tiny trickle of blood welling up and oozing down her back spurred her to more action.
Totally naked, on her knees, she looked up at Mollusk, her blue eyes ice cold with hatred. Never in her life had she hated a man more than she hated him. And he seemed to thrive on it. The man smiled and bowed sardonically, painting to where Jerry sat on the quivering lawn mower.
Lynda looked at her boyfriend and almost cried out. His prick was thrusting upward, completely stiff, and was dancing around because of the
motion of the running motor. For a second, she wanted to do exactly as the men commanded her. She would be getting what she wanted most. Then she stubbornly refused.
"You're not making me do anything I don't want to do," she said. "Go on and use that rope on me. The more pain I feel the less likely I'll do anything.
"Okay," said Len pleasantly. "If that's the way you want it. I'll shoot the stud and you can shoot her, Mollusk." Len pulled his gun out and aimed it directly at Jerry's temple. The frightened look on Jerry's face convinced her to agree,
"Wait!" she cried. "I… I'll do it! Honest I will."
"Get on and ride," said Mollusk jamming his cold gun between her asscheeks. She wanted to protest but stopped. Arguing how would only infuriate the men. She doubted they would actually kill either her or Jerry, but she couldn't take the chance.
Lynda straddled the lawn mower, watching in frightened fascination as Jerry's prick traced out figure eights in the air just inches under her pussy lips. She hesitated, worrying that she might end up hurt if she allowed this odd fucking to continue.
Then she was convinced she would be hurt even more if she didn't get on with it. A garden hose landed across her naked back. The jolt rattled her teeth and drove her hips downward. She felt the
purpled knob of the man's prick push between her puffy cunt lips.
In that instant she knew she could defeat the men who forced her to do this terrible thing. She could get off on the forced fucking. She could extract her revenge by actually enjoying what she was being forced to do.
Happily, she lowered herself even more. The feel of Jerry's vibrating cock thrilled her strangely. She had always liked the idea of fucking so that others might see her. That was how she and Jerry had gotten off so hard upstairs in the furniture displays. But she knew that two men watched her now. This was like a live sex show put on strictly for their benefit.
She shuddered as the man's huge prick shot all the way up into her seething hot cunt. Her pussy walls contracted immediately, gripping firmly at the male invader. Jerry's prick seemed to go berserk. It quivered and bobbed and jerked powerfully against the walls of her fuck tunnel. Sobbing, she realized then how incredible this was.
She had used a vibrator on herself a lot of times. A man can fuck only so much and her sex needs sometimes weren't satisfied by the time her stud partner was. She would masturbate with the vibrator while he watched. It never failed to arouse him and they could fuck again. After all, she loved the hot, hard feel of a real man's prick better than any plastic dildo.
But this!
Her fingers clawed into Jerry's back as the full impact struck her. She bit her lower lip as she felt him fuck her. The way it shook drove her wild with desire. There was no way in hell she could sit still and simply allow him to do the work.
The action of the powerful motor caused the entire lawn mower to shake from side to side until her tits jiggled and jostled like Jello in an earthquake. The watching men seemed to approve. She could hear their lewd comments, but that hardly mattered to her.
All she cared about was the intense pleasure generated by Jerry's hard-fucking, fast-bucking cock.
She changed her mind when Mollusk started whipping her with the garden hose. Pleasure and pain blurred inside her until she was too confused to figure out what she was getting off on the pain raced forcefully into her back, down her spine and made her body ache horribly. But the fast-fucking cock burned her twat, and made her come totally alive with pleasure. The two forces-pleasure and pain-mingled and exploded in wild orgasm in the center of her belly.
She arched her back, drove her snatch down hard into the man's groin to get as much of his shaking prick into her needy cunt as she could. The garden hose landed with sickening regularity on her back, but it was bearable. The pain was less than
the joy she received from the fucking.
Len added a touch of real tenor for her, though. She felt the cold barrel of his gun press between her asscheeks. Twisting to get away only brought a flurry of harder strokes on her back. She subsided and let the man do what he wanted.
The barrel of the revolver slowly thrust up into her asshole. She cried in both pain and tenor at the thought of Len's trigger finger slipping. A bullet would blast up into her body and kill both her and Jerry. There was no way in hell that a bullet could miss his prick, either.
"Keep fucking, cunt," came Len's cold command. "I want to see if you can get off on this steel rod."
Both men laughed at-the small pun. She continued to drive her hips up and down, but now she received not only the man's prick in her blast furnace-hot cunt, but the man's gun up her ass, as well. Fucked by a gun barrel!
The woman felt too confused to know what to do. She should stop. The way Jerry's cock grew to an even greater swollen size in her pussy told her not to stop. She could stop. The gun ramming in and out of her ass ordered her to continue.
She continued.
Jerry's hot jism blasted into her twat just as she peaked herself. The mutual orgasm practically ripped the top of her head off. But it wasn't the intense come she thought it should be. As she
climaxed, the worry that Len had pulled the trigger shot through her mind.
Sobbing, clinging weakly to Jerry's strong frame, she slumped forward, drained. The barrel of the gun plopped from her asshole.
"You done okay, kid," said Len. "Not many chicks get off on fucking themselves on a gun barrel like that-and up the ass, too."
Jerry's eyes widened. He had thought the only torture for the woman was in having to fuck. The action of his balls against the shaking metal of the mower had made him come sooner than normal. Now he was glad.
Until he heard what Mollusk ordered him to do.