Raped Captives

Robert Vickers
CHAPTER ONE

"Here? In a crowded department store?" asked Jerry in surprise. He looked at his slender girlfriend with a mixture of awe and lust in his eyes. The en tire floor was still swarming with customers, although he had gone off duty almost ten minutes earlier.

She thrust out her chest so that he could see her nipples slowly growing with her lust. They hardened to the point where they showed up as pebble firm mushrooms impudently wrinkling her thin

blouse. The flare of her tits above the low neckline of that silken blouse left no doubt in the man's. mind what the woman really v anted.

"Fuck, right now?" he repeated.

"Sure," she laughed lightly. "Why not? Those beds over in the furniture section aren't being used right now." She brushed back a stray strand of her honey blonde hair, her blue eyes dancing with mischief. She was horny and she wanted to get laid. And the idea of doing it in a deserted corner of the busy department store only added spice to it. The thrill of possible discovery made fucking in public extra-good, she thought.

"I don't know. Look, Lynda, I could lose my job if anyone came by and saw us."

"And you could lose me if you don't."

He hesitated and she knew she had him. He wouldn't really care if he lost this job or not. It wasn't all that good. But the idea of fucking in a semi-secluded spot turned him on as much as it did her. She could see the revealing bulge at the man's crotch. His cock was stiffening into usability. It was changing from a limp, worthless dick, into a steely hard, fully erect cock.

And cocks were great for fucking.

"There's a nice-looking bed over there," she added, pointing to a bed with a fancy headboard and mirrors hung on the walls around it. "I think that would be a real kick, fucking with the mirrors all around us."

"The Lover's Special," he muttered. "Only six hundred and ninety-nine dollars, delivered and assembled." He kicked himself out of his sales pitch and said, "What the hell? You only live once. And you know how I feel about you."

"And you know how I feel about you."

To show him exactly what she meant, the blonde girl rubbed his prick. Before he could move away, she had his zipper down to let his prick leap out. She firmly gripped the convenient handle and pulled him along after her, almost like a small child with a balloon on a string.

"Not so hard," he whispered. "I might just spurt off in your hand. Neither of us want that."

"You won't," she said confidently. "You're too much of a stud to do that."

"Yeah, Jerry," came a chorus of voices, "you're much too much the stud to ever come like some teenager getting his first piece of tail!"

Standing nearby, watching everything, were two of Lynda's friends, Christine and Jackie. Jerry had to swallow hard when he saw them. He had fantasized balling both of them but had always stopped short of propositioning them. With Lynda, he was kept sexually busy. But that didn't stop him from eyeing the other two women.

"Can we watch?" asked the auburn-haired Jackie. "Or is this going to be a private affair?"

"Maybe we can sell tickets," suggested Christine. "We could make a fortune. See the

Fuck Fest of the decade! Never again in the rectangular arena will two such superbly matched fuckers ever meet!"

"Buzz off, you two," snapped Lynda. "I want this to be private."

"In a department store? Why not go and screw in the window?" suggested Christine, her hazel eyes sparkling. "Ah, hell, Jackie, let's split. It s almost closing time. We can let the love birds get it on in private."

"Yeah," said the other girl, "but be sure to give us a blow-by-blow account, huh, Lynda?"

They went off, laughing. And Lynda immediately turned to Jerry, whose prick had turned into a hot, hard bar of virile manmeat. "You're turned on by them, aren't you?"

"I'm not going to lie to you," he said. "But sometimes you talk too much."

His mouth crushed down passionately on hers. For a moment, she remained stiff and unresponsive, then she melted like an icicle in the morning sun. Her arms went around the man's neck and pulled his head down even harder. Her lips were bruising and she didn't care. The desire surging through her loins was electric.

The pressure of his prick against her pussy mound told her that she had wanted more than a simple kiss when she had made her suggestion to Jerry. Reaching down, she tugged imploringly at his prick, pulling it toward her snatch where it

belonged.

"You are a hot bitch," he whispered hotly in her car. "Let's not waste any more time. Let's fuck!"

She didn't answer him with words. The blonde let her actions give him the best answer possible. She slid one of her legs between his, hooked his knee and pushed him down. He tumbled backwards onto the massive round bed, her weight pinning him delightfully to the soft surface.

"Ummm, nice," he said, bouncing a little. "Springy enough to give us both the action we want."

"All the action I want is right here in my hand," she said, stroking along the turgid length of his bucking prick. She lightly fingered the fuck stick until she wondered if he might not be turned on to the point where he could come too soon. She stopped stroking him so fervently to let him get that cock into her cunt where it would give them both the most pleasure.

"Yeah, sure." he agreed. His strong arms carried her onto her back, his weight now on top. Wantonly, willingly, she spread her legs in obscene invitation for him.

"Your panties," he said, his hand stroking up along the smooth white inner thigh. "Can't fuck with you wearing those damned things. Or can I?"

She could hardly hear what his objections were. All she knew was that he hadn't stuffed his cock into her pussy yet, and that was what she wanted

more than anything else in the world. She struggled to sit up to get her panties off. But he kept her pinned flat on the round bed.

"Let me handle this," he said. She felt his prick rubbing along the inside of her leg. The frothy flood of her cunt juices leaked from her cunt and soaked her panties.

Her legs went up into the air, on either side of the man's narrow waist. She locked her heels behind his back to insure that he wouldn't escape her clutches, as if he wanted to.

His heavy breathing warmed her chest, made her tits come fully alive. He burrowed around in the deep scoop of her neckline until he managed to push her left tit past the confines of the blouse. Naked and jiggling like a mound of Jello on a plate, the tit received the best tonguing possible.

He teased the nipple with the tip of his tongue, then slowly traced out the coppery disk of her areole. Not content with this, he stabbed down and pressed the rock-hard nipple into the marshmallow softness of the titflesh underneath. Her heart beat faster, stronger, and he could feel it transmitted through the aroused nubbin of flesh. Tiring of tormenting her nipple, he released his pressure and went slithering down the sides of her boob.

When he came to the deep canyon between her boobs, his tongue went berserk. He roughly licked and lapped and sucked at her flesh until she writhed

with uncontrollable desire.

"Fuck me, damn you," she cried. "Give it all to me. I need it!"

"Not so loud," he cautioned. "There are still customers in the store. They might hear you and come see what's going on. You wouldn't want to be caught like this, would you?"

His hands worked under her curving ass and lifted. All her weight was now pinned on her shoulders, her slender legs flailing wildly in the air on either side of his body. She turned her head and sent a cascade of blonde hair out onto the bed. She looked in one of the mirrors hung on the wall and saw everything.

She almost came when she saw his red cock, thrusting closer and closer to her panty-clad pussy. His hands kneaded her asscheeks and his mouth never slowed as it devoured her boobs, both of which now flopped free of her blouse. The sight of what was happening added a great deal to her excitement. Seeing every intimate detail of the fucking thrilled her.

But she needed cock, and she wasn't getting it. Not yet. But the man worked on it in the most pleasurable way she could imagine.

His prick rammed forward directly into her cunt. The tip of his cock was stopped by the thin cotton panties she wore. The wet cloth pressed into her pussy mound, compressed her cunt lips and tightened up around her ass. He rammed again,

this time driving another half inch up her twat. She struggled now, more from the sexual tensions mounting inside her tender young body than anything else. She was anticipating the feel of that cock surging balls deep into her seething hot, gripping cunt.

"You… you're driving me wild!" she cried. "I feel my clit rubbing into my panties. It… it's great!"

His hands tightened on her asscheeks. He began rotating the thick, meaty mounds of assflesh in opposite directions, trying to tear them from her body. This tightened her cunt even more. How she wished she had a cock inside her now!

He never let up the pressure on her panties. His cock shoved harder. She gripped at the man's forearms to keep from sliding away. She wanted all his prick and wasn't going to miss out on a single inch of it.

The pressure on her twat increased as he began savagely stabbing his cock into her pussy. She heard the material of her love-juice-soaked panties begin to rip. His cock was a mighty battering rain intent on driving all the way into her cunt.

The final threads on her damp panties gave way, and he surged balls deep into her pussy. She screamed as she climaxed. The suddenness of the entry sent messages of supreme delight blazing along her nerves. Her aunt walls had to strain to stretch and accommodate the huge bulk of this

male invader. But in a few seconds, her pussy walls had expanded enough to tightly clutch at the man's cock without any discomfort.

She felt nothing but ecstasy coursing through her body. Everything he did turned her on a little more. The feel of his hot breath against her tender jugs made her shiver with desire. His hands ripped and tore and worked furiously at her ass. And his prick was now buried to the hilt up her twat. That was what she wanted.

"Fuck me good," she demanded. "I need it sooooo baaaaaad!"

He began stroking in and out of her blast furnace hot pussy. The rhythm was slow and teasing. She thought he was sucking her guts out behind his meaty piston of pleasure as his cock drew back ever so slowly. A lewd smucking noise sounded as be broke the intense vacuum he had formed inside her cunt. But he didn't pause as he rammed hard back into her body, his crotch grinding feverishly into hers.

She came as she felt his bush dragging over her clit. The meek little organ had poked up its head only to find the tattered remains of her panties. Now the man's pubic fur crushed into the sensitive tip and sent a message of stark carnal need to the woman's brain.

As he fucked her, she came and came and came. Weakened by the successive climaxes, she wanted to beg him to slow down, to stop, but the words

jumbled in her throat. The air began to burn at her straining lungs. The sandpaper coating her throat made any speech difficult.

And then she was positive she didn't want him to stop. He had picked up the tempo of the fucking. His strong arms lifted her ass entirely off the bed and he fucked into her tight little cunt at a brand new angle. Nerves inside her twat that seldom touched a cock now received a full dose of an all out fucking.

Her hair like a golden halo around her head, she tossed from side to side, her entire body trembling like a leaf in a high wind. She felt the hot flush of blood rising to her tits and shoulders and throat. She was coming like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers firing.

She turned and saw through her sex-blurred eyes the entire fucking reflected in the mirror beside the bed. The sight of his prick parting her pinkly scalloped inner cunt lips and vanishing into her cunt thrilled her almost as much as the feel of his mighty fuck stick digging deeper and deeper into her belly. She tensed up, and then came again, even stronger than before.

"Aaaieeeee!" Her entire body went into convulsions and he had to hang on for dear life as she thrashed and writhed in the ultimate of human pleasure.

"Not so loud," he said hotly in her ear. "There are still people around. Why, they might be watching us even this very second!"

She couldn't see out into the store but knew what anyone watching would see. He was lifting her up and off the bed. They would be able to see every detail of his hard, virile prick fucking hard and fast into her softly yielding cunt. Just as she could see it in profile reflected in the mirrors, they would be able to look and see the hot and heavy action directly.

The blonde woman didn't know if anyone was watching. But the idea that someone might be turned her on. She had discovered a streak of exhibitionist in her that posed problems at times. The woman loved screwing at football games, in the back seats of buses, anywhere in public.

She came harder than before.

His prick began to work in a less rhythmic fashion. She guessed that he was about at the end of his fuse, and would spurt out his white-hot jism into her hungering pussy at any second.

She wasn't disappointed.

The first surge of his come spattered her convulsing cunt walls, and set her off again. She came, her fingers clawing fiercely into the bedspread on the round bed. She tried to watch what was happening in the mirrors, but her eyes refused to focus. She finally gave up and lost herself in the divine feelings ripping through her lush, young body.

Lynda relaxed and felt her ass rubbing into the bed. She opened her eyes, and saw Jerry's cock

dribble from her twat amid a stream of her cunt fluids and his own jism. His prick was useless to her for some time.

And she was still horny.

"Did anyone see us?" she asked eagerly.

"Maybe Jackie and Christine stayed around, but I don't think anybody else saw us. My job's still safe, I guess."

"Who cares about your job?" she asked. "I was interested in knowing how they'd rate our performance."

"What is this, a diving competition like in the Olympics?" he demanded. "You want judges to sit around and holdup cards with numbers on them?"

"Sure, why not?" she answered. "And you would get straight tens. You were great, Jerry, simply great!"

Her hand stroked along the side of her body and up his leg. She hesitated for a moment, then found his prick and tugged lightly at the sleeping snake. He grunted but he didn't make any move to get away. This was all the encouragement she needed to spin around on the bed, and work on getting him hard again.