Gangster Moll

Gangster Moll By Powerone

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Gangster Moll Chapter 1 New Life of Crime Mickey never knew his father, not even his name. As early as he could remember, he had many uncles that visited his mother. He was only nine when he figured out that the uncles weren‘t even related to him, they were just his mother‘s men friends, staying for a week or even a month, but never longer. The list became endless; his mother had poor taste in men. At the young age of fourteen, he was on his own. The police took his mother away while he was playing hooky from school, sent to the prison farm for a year for the crime of prostitution, pimping, petty larceny and lewd behavior. The town folk wanted her out of the town one way or another and they didn‘t care about her bastard son. Mickey was already a gifted pickpocket by then, so he packed up what little clothes he had and headed out, picking pockets to support himself. He did well for himself, but he always wanted more. He saw the rich men in Chicago with the dames on their arms. That was what he wanted, but he needed more money than pick pocketing could provide. At the tender age of eighteen, Mickey Chase started a gang to rob banks. It was 1920 and prohibition had just begun. He teamed up with Charlie Mayes, four years older than Mickey, but Mickey was the boss. He had the brains, Charlie, the brawn. They were in a small speakeasy in Chicago, having a drink. ―Tulsa is easy pickings. Oil has made them rich, and the banks are filled with oil money.‖ Mickey had been planning this for almost a year. They weren‘t going to bust into the bank with guns blazing. They were going to be more subtle. The bank president was going to march them in and help them empty the safe. Since he wouldn‘t be too obliging to do this, they would hold his wife hostage. They would hold them both hostages overnight, and then waltz into the bank just before opening and empty the safe. ―You sure this is going to work?‖ Charlie would much rather use his Tommy gun to scare them into giving him the money, but Mickey said that was too dangerous and deadly. ―Yeah. And we can entertain ourselves with the president‘s wife while we are waiting for morning. I‘m sure she would be accommodating. Nothing would make her husband more willing to do what we say than to see his wife fucking and sucking all night. He would be willing to do anything to stop it.‖ That would be one of the fringe benefits. ―Now, that I would love. Haven‘t had a whore in a while.‖ Charlie loved a piece of ass, and an unwilling one made it that much better. She couldn‘t refuse him anything he wanted to do or make her do. He never bound a girl with ropes before, imaging all the things he could do to her. ―We‘re going to need a car. A good one. It‘s about 600 miles, and mine won‘t make that long trip.‖ Mickey drove a broken-down pickup truck. They needed something with style.

―I know this high-class speakeasy on the other side of town. Friday night it‘s packed with the rich and privileged. I am sure we can find suitable transportation and be out of town by the time they come out in the early morning.‖ Charlie could hotwire any car, one of his many talents. ―Toast to our new fortunes,‖ Mickey holding his shot of scotch up to Charlie, both of them clicking glasses to their new career. *** The car theft went without a hitch, Charlie and Mickey the new owner of a 1921 Cadillac Victoria. It was just what they needed, able to carry four passengers with no trouble. They now traveled in style, the car barely a year old. They stole new plates in Kansas City, preferring out of state plates once they arrived in Tulsa. It would make it harder to find out if they were stolen. They didn‘t want to be caught for car theft, not when they would be wanted for bank robbery. They made good time, arriving in Tulsa on Monday morning. They stopped at a small motel just outside of town while they checked out the banks in Tulsa. They would look for a hideout once they pulled their first heist and had enough money for a cabin in nearby Arkansas where they could hold out away from all the heat. *** First National City Bank of Turley was run by bank President, James Kirkland. He was a handsome scoundrel that charmed the women, marrying his wife, Vivian, five years ago. Her father made his money in oil. James started the bank with his money, keeping his daughter happy at the same time he took advantage of all the lovely female flesh that a prosperous bank could provide. He looked out the window of his office to the teller cage, his eyes feasting on the young body of Maude. She wore a plaid skirt that clung to her hips and ass, the girl preferring the more modern fashion, the skirt cut short, almost up to her knees. She wore a brightly colored cashmere sweater, much more than she could probably afford, but she looked good in it, her tits hard and pointed, probably encased in a silky slip, or at least, that is what is mind had conjured up. Tonight he would find out. She would be working late on the ―bank audit‖ he lied to her about. There would be only the two of them, Vivian expecting him late tonight. Maude worked for the bank for two months, long enough to get comfortable with the handsome salary he paid her. Long enough to realize what it would mean if she were no longer working for the bank. She tried to stay away from him, but he made sure she knew exactly whom her boss was. It was Tuesday, and Maude was nervous all day. Mr. Kirkland ogled her constantly. Maude never really caught him, each time turning around to find him doing something else, but she could sense it. She could feel his eyes burning on her backside. The other tellers all had stools to sit down on, but he refused one for her. She was sure it was so he could look at her butt. It‘s not that she didn‘t like men looking at her; she even went out of the way to buy skirts that hugged every curve of her buttocks. It was just humiliating.

She couldn‘t deny that he was handsome, with his long, black wavy hair, a handlebar mustache and a charm that made your knees go weak when he talked to you. It was his eyes. There was a lust in them when he looked at you, almost making you feel like you were naked in front of him, and he was making you do all sorts of perverted acts. She was worried about tonight, having to stay and work overtime to help with the bank audit. She tried to get out of it, but he was insistent, his veiled threats as to her future employment making her finally submit. The job paid well, better than she ever had before, and she didn‘t want to lose that. Turley wasn‘t a big city, and there weren‘t any other jobs that paid this well. ―Dong, dong, dong, dong,‖ the clock on the wall rang out four o‘clock. Billy, the guard locked the door, standing at it until the last customer went out. Everyone rushed to close out their window so they could go home. They slowly filed out until only Maude and Mr. Kirkland were left. She started to work on the audit, her head buried in her work, hoping to avoid Mr. Kirkland. ―Come in here, Maude.‖ Mr. Kirkland‘s voice made her jump. She closed and locked her drawer, walking over to his office. She was surprised when she opened his door. On his conference table were two plates and a bottle of wine. ―Sit down. My wife made us dinner. After all, we will be here for a while, and I wouldn‘t want to be responsible for you starving to death.‖ He poured a glass of wine for the both of them. ―I thought of the wine. Good food should always be enjoyed with a nice wine.‖ It was really his maid that cooked the dinner, but it made it sound like his wife was more agreeable to tonight than she was. Vivian hated when he worked late. She suspected that he had other women on the side but could never prove it. Vivian wasn‘t much for sex, consenting to their usual Wednesday night more out of duty than desire, but James liked that. He pushed her to the limits each Wednesday night, and she never complained, at least to him. She sat down, suddenly realizing that she was hungry. It was almost six and lunch had been a long ways away. There was chicken and potatoes, with a small salad. She took a sip of the wine, never tasting anything like it before. Mr. Kirkland talked while she was eating, asking about her family, making small talk. She became more comfortable with him or maybe it was the two glasses of wine. James put the plates away, pouring another glass of wine for the both of them. ―No, I can‘t,‖ Maude tried to protest. ―I insist. It helps digestion. We still have a couple of hours of work to do.‖ She drank some more of the wine, going down so smoothly, a warm glow spreading through her body. It didn‘t take long before they both finished their glasses. ―Back to work.‖ He put the glasses in the basket with the other dishes. She was already going back to her window, the pile of papers in her hand. His eyes followed the sensuous sway of her ass, the skirt clinging to her firm cheeks as she walked. His cock throbbed in his trousers. He gave her ten minutes, watching as she worked on the papers that he gave her. He walked out quietly, almost sneaking up on her.

Between the lightheadedness from the wine and her concentration on the work he gave her, Maude didn‘t hear him behind her until it was too late. She felt him first. She was startled when his hands slid over her waist, and then she felt the unmistakable presence of his prick pushing against her butt. She tried to turn around, but he held her waist as she tried to protest. ―You scared me,‖ trying not to offend him but wanting to move away from his hands and body. ―I didn‘t want to scare you.‖ He moved closer until he felt the lovely pillows of her ass engulf his hard cock. If only they were both naked. She was squirming to get away, but it only made her ass cheeks rub back and forth over his cock as if she were masturbating him. His hands slid down to her shapely hips, controlling them. ―Slow down, side to side,‖ he urged her, moving her hips until her ass slid so seductively over his cock. He thought she was doing it on purpose; his hands made her slide her butt over his growing prick. ―I‘m not—‖ her protest was cut off as he nibbled on her neck, sending chills up her spine as he sucked her skin. He was kissing her, as a lover would do, not her boss. He was older than she was and her boss. She couldn‘t do this. She had to stop him. He bit her neck, the pain shooting through her body, but it wasn‘t pain by the time it reached her brain. It was more pleasure. She couldn‘t let her body be turned on by him. She had to stop him. She tried to push him away with her hands, but he grabbed one of them, pushed it to the front of his trousers, and then pinned it between him and her butt before she could protest. She couldn‘t move her hand, her fingers curled around his prick as it jerked in uncontrollable pleasure. ―Yes, I like that, Maude. You know just what to do to turn me on.‖ He pressed harder against her ass, her fingers tightening on his trapped cock. He flexed his cock. ―See how excited you make me, Maude.‖ She couldn‘t move her hand as his prick jerked in her fingers. Every time she tried to pull it free, it only excited him more as if she were doing it on purpose. ―No, no,‖ she tried to protest, but his hands on her hips guiding her side to side on his growing prick. ―You say no, Maude, but your hand says yes. I don‘t think I can control you,‖ he teased her. He spun her around, Maude coming face to face with him. He pushed down on her shoulders until she had no choice but to fall to her knees. She looked up at him with a shocked look on her face as she suddenly realized the position she was in and what would be required of her. One minute she was trying to get away, the next she found herself on her knees staring at the front of his trousers, the bulge straining the material. She could only watch his hands as they moved to his trousers, as the belt was unbuckled, and the buttons on the front of his trousers opened. Maude looked away, ashamed that her boss had exposed himself to her. He fished his cock out of his trousers, pushing them out of the way until his cock bobbed in front of him, seven inches of horny cock waiting for Maude to suck him. His hand went to her head, lifting up her chin and turning her head until she was staring at his cock. He could feel her hot breath only inches from his cock, her mouth suddenly shutting tight, her lips sealed as she realized his intentions. ―Look what you did to me, Maude. You should feel ashamed of

yourself. There is only one way to redeem you. You are going to have to take me in your mouth.‖ She never saw a prick so up close, never expecting it to be her boss. It was big, bigger than anything she ever touched before. The head was thick, a sharp ridge around the edge and then a shaft that spiraled with blue veins of coursing blood. It ended in a mass of wiry hairs, Maude able to make out the wrinkled ball sack hanging below covered in more wiry hairs. He couldn‘t expect her to take his prick in her mouth. She would have protested, but she was afraid if she opened her mouth, he would take that as a sign that she was ready and thrust into her mouth before the words came out. She could only kneel before him, her lips clenched tight in silent protest. He began to pump his prick, his hand sliding up and down the shaft, the tip glistening with shiny wetness that leaked from the head. James couldn‘t wait any longer, his hips pushing forward until the head of his cock rubbed along the silky smoothness of her cheek. It jerked and jumped from the first touch, James finally able to control it as the head leaked a trail of his cum along her face. She couldn‘t believe the shame she felt when he rubbed his prick on her face, his hot cum feeling as if it was branding her skin as he rubbed it back and forth over her cheek. How could he do such a thing to me? She felt soiled and debased. He didn‘t stop, his prick sliding over her cheek, even leaving a trail of drying cum on her nose before he painted her lips with the head of his prick. She tried to shut out the obscene scene before her as she felt her lips painted with his hot, sticky cum. No matter how tight her lips, he could still feel her breath on him as he rubbed his throbbing cock on her face. He pushed forward, lifting up his cock so he could rub his balls on her face, one hand on the back of her head as he held her pinned against him. It felt so rough, his hairs scratching her skin as he rubbed his balls on her face. She was being used like a slave, kneeling before him as he rubbed his sex on her face. Would this shame ever end? With one hand holding the back of her head, his other hand pinched her nose. Her eyes opened wide as she realized his intentions. She tried to shake her head lose, but he pinched her nose tighter, and his large hand was able to control her head with ease. Her lungs began to burn, unable to breathe any longer though her nose, tears in her eyes as he pinched her nose too tight. Her lungs were starved for air, and she knew what was going to happen. As soon as she opened her mouth to breathe, he would thrust his prick inside, and she would be unable to push it out again unless he let her. She couldn‘t do it, not take his prick in her mouth. She held out as long as she could until she began to grow dizzy, a blackness beginning to come over her. Her natural instinct to survive finally took over, doing the only thing that she could do. She opened her mouth, sucking in the precious air for her starved lungs. ―EEEEHHH,‖ Maude sucking in air through her mouth. James took the opportunity, releasing her nose long enough to grasp his cock and place it on her lower lips. His cock jerked when he felt her hot breath on his cock, his hips shooting forward until the head of his cock lodged in her

mouth. He pinched her nose again, her mouth opening wider so he could push his cock farther into her mouth. The head of his cock slid over her tongue, his cock dancing excitedly. He looked down at her, her eyes opened wide in protest, but all he saw were her sweet lips opened and his cock splitting them apart. He released her nose again, Maude‘s nostrils flaring as she filled her lungs, her lips closing automatically to grasp his cock in a wet, soft embrace. He pumped his shaft, his hand hitting her chin until he felt a jet of cum shoot out prematurely in her mouth. He saw the look on her face, as she tasted his cum for the first time. There would be much more of that. She was too concerned with breathing, the all-important basic function of life taking precedent over all others. By the time her lungs filled with air again, she realized that her mouth was filled with his prick, his hot flesh sitting on her tongue as his hand pumped his prick, banging painfully into her chin and lip. Then she felt it, a jerk of his prick, and then a jet of fluid covered her tongue with a thick, pasty substance. She couldn‘t believe how salty it was, small drops permeating her taste buds. He had shot out some cum in her mouth. How could he soil me like this? She tried to protest, but all that came out was garbled words, her mouth stuffed with his prick. ―Yes, that‘s what you wanted all the time, Maude. Seducing me with that sexy body. He used two hands on her head, one on each side to begin to guide her. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. ―Suck me, Maude. Use your tongue to pleasure me.‖ He rocked her back and forth until he felt her tongue moving, trying to get out of the way. He squeezed her head tighter. ―Your tongue, play with the head of my cock with your tongue.‖ She couldn‘t do it, not what he asked. He wanted her to suck him as if she had planned it all along. She had never had a man‘s organ in her mouth and never intended to. He was forcing her, and all she could do was kneel submissively as he shoved his prick in and out of her lips, stretched tight around his prick. His hands held her head. She tried to push her tongue out of the way when his prick slid over it, only to feel it jerk in pleasure as it accidentally touched the hot head of his prick. His hands squeezed tighter on her head until she thought her head would explode. She had to stop this and there was only one way out of this. Her tongue began to move, hesitantly running over the head of his prick in her mouth. More cum leaked out, but the taste already filled her mouth. Her tongue began to dance over his prick, teasing along the edge of the thick ridge, feeling his prick jump in excitement, Maude realizing the pleasure she was bringing him. She was almost proud of what she was doing to him if she wasn‘t so humiliated to be sucking his cock. ―That‘s a good girl,‖ he urged her on with his hands, her head moving, her tight lips running up and down his shaft like a tight hand. ―Suck me in; I want to feel my cock at the back of your mouth.‖ He was surprised by her response. Even though he held her head tight, forcing her to suck his cock, her hands were free, and she made no attempt to stop him. They were at her side almost as if they were pinned there, her fists clenched into tight balls. Her cheeks hollowed, his cock feeling like it was drawn in by an unseen force, her powerful suction drawing him deep into her mouth. He began to fuck her mouth, his hips driving it back and forth, her tongue continuing to race all over his cock. He wouldn‘t last much

longer the way she was going, and it wasn‘t her mouth that would take his cum. He wanted her pussy. He gave her a few more minutes, Maude almost energetically sucking his cock like a pro. He never gave her a chance to rest her mouth or tongue, his prick filling her mouth at all times. His cum flooded her mouth with the salty paste, Maude preparing for the moment when he would cum, and she would be forced to swallow his cum or choke to death on it, not sure which would be worse. She was surprised when he unexpectedly pulled his prick from her mouth, suddenly finding her mouth empty. She almost felt bad. She looked at him, his hand around his prick, waving it in front of her. ―Let me help you up, Maude.‖ James was almost a gentleman, except that he was half-naked in front of her. He pulled up his pants to his waist so he could walk. ―Into my office.‖ She knew what he wanted. The only reason he didn‘t cum in her mouth was that he wanted to fuck her, and she knew there was little she could do to stop him. She was led off to his office like a lamb to the slaughter. ―Kneel up on the chair. Facing it.‖ He had a large leather chair to the side of his desk. He helped her up, making sure that she didn‘t balk at his request. He loved her shiny lips, testament to the cum he had left on them when he pulled out of her mouth. She did as he said, kneeling on the chair, feeling her skirt pull tight across her buttocks, shamed at how she must look from behind. She knew it would only get worse; her clothes would be the next casualty. She put her hands on the top of the chair and waited. It wasn‘t long before he was behind her again, his hands sliding over her waist, but they only paused for a second before they crept up her sides. It almost tickled if it weren‘t for the fact that at any second they would be cradling her breasts. He loved the feel of her sweater, the cashmere so soft, especially when his hands cradled her breasts from beneath. He squeezed gently, hearing her gasp, but she didn‘t try to stop him as he molded her firm breasts. He could feel her nipples popping to life beneath his fingers; they were definitely enjoying his touch. His fingertip sought them out, pinching small bits of her breasts until he felt it, hard nipples beneath his touch. He pinched harder, her back arching as she tried to push away from his fingers, but he only followed her every movement. He squeezed tighter. He was touching her breasts, his hands squeezing them, though she couldn‘t deny the feeling that raced through her body. She found her nipples throbbing, growing harder, his fingers searching them out, the hardened tips hard to hide from his searching fingers. He squeezed them too hard, Maude trying to get away from his groping hands, but she only succeeded in making her nipples stretch as he tightened his grip on the abused flesh. ―I love the feel of a firm pair of tits beneath a nice sweater, and from the hardness of your nipples, you do, too.‖ James needed no further encouragement, slowly pulling the bottom of the sweater up over her back, a pretty pale blue slip revealed. Like an obedient slut, Maude raised her arms up so he could take of the sweater, slipping it up and off. The slip had a plunging back, her pale, naked skin revealed, but his eyes were drawn to the front. It was such a frail garment, the

chemise clinging to her breasts, thin shoulder straps holding it up, the front cut deeply so James got a good look at the deep cleavage between her breasts. She was half undressed, seeing James looking over her shoulder, Maude straightening up when she realized how much of her bare breasts were revealed, but it only made her breasts thrust out farther as if she were offering them up to him. She began to panic when his hands slid down to her waist, paused for a moment then went lower down the side of her skirt, undoing the buttons that held it up. She felt the waistline spring free, feeling James tugging the tight skirt down over her hips. She should be worried about being stripped naked, but instead, she worried about whether he would tear her skirt as he took it off her. It took only a minute for him to peel it down her legs, James making her lift her knees so that he could pull it down each leg. In a moment, it was thrown to the desk to join her sweater. ―Nice ass,‖ his hands following his eyes, smoothing the silk down over her ass cheeks, the positioning of Maude kneeling on the chair thrust her ass out, an erotic site, the silk clinging to two firm buttocks. He put one hand in front of her as she tried to move away from his fondling hands, pressing on her abdomen until she arched her ass up seductively. His hands were everywhere, running over her, Maude clenching her cheeks, James only growing more excited as her buttock clenched and unclenched. He held her pinned with his two hands as he explored every part of her intimate body, but at least her legs were still closed, though his fingers did send shivers through her body when they traced down her clenched crack so low that she could almost feel them touching her pussy. His cock twitched in excitement as he stripped her naked, James needed to be inside her and fast. He grabbed the bottom of the slip and drew it up over her ass, feasting his eyes on the crotch-less bloomers she wore. Her legs were still tightly clenched together, but he would soon remedy that situation once he had her naked. Her breasts spilled out of her slip, the firm flesh pale white with big, dark brown areolas and nipples that looked like hardened stones popping out the tips. He threw the slip, falling to the floor in his excitement as his hands engulfed her naked breasts before she could hide those beauties from his eyes. It felt like her nipples were going to explode when his hands engulfed them, his fingers digging into her flesh, a fingernail scraping along one nipple, the electric shock racing through her body. It felt like her nipples would explode as his fingers caressed along her naked flesh. She arched her butt back, feeling the hot flesh of his prick slip in her bloomers, the flesh so hot that it felt like a branding iron touching her flesh. She tried to move away from it, but his hands slid down over her stomach until she felt them slip into the band of her bloomers. She arched back out again, her buttocks touching his prick as it jerked in pleasure from her touch. ―You have a beautiful body, Maude. I can‘t wait to feel inside you. He drew her bloomers down; his eyes on her ass as her cheeks were revealed, catching a glimpse of her pussy from between her tightly clenched thighs. ―Help me take them off.‖ She didn‘t hesitate, letting him slip the bloomers down her legs until they fell on the floor, James slowly stroking his cock as he rubbed the head on her naked ass cheeks. He saw the trail of shiny, wet cum he left on her

cheeks. ―Spread your legs, Maude. All the way to the edges of the chair. It‘s time to fuck.‖ There was no doubt in his words; the next touch of his prick would be inside her. As much as she tried to fight the urges, her pussy was wet and eagerly awaiting him to pierce her with his prick. She had already taken it in her mouth; now, she needed the satisfaction of having him between her legs. She hated what he was forcing her to do, but her body didn‘t care, it only wanted the pleasure that a hard prick would satisfy. Her pussy opened up like a spring flower, glistening with her juices. He rubbed his cock all the way from the top of her crack, down over her trembling anus until it came to her pussy, gathering up her juices as her back arched her ass onto his waiting cock. He rubbed the head around the tight opening, feeling her muscles begin to let him in as the slick helmet of his cock began to force its way into her. She wasn‘t a virgin, but not many cocks had been inside this tight hole. ―AAAWWW,‖ Maude cried out when her pussy opened up and took the thick head of his prick inside her. He was big, but in spite of the initial surprise of being penetrated so fully, she couldn‘t wait to feel him slip deep inside her. She began to push back against him, feeling the head of his prick slowly open her up. He pulled back, only to thrust back in, meeting her to shove more of his prick inside her. It felt so good, taken so fully by his hard, demanding prick as she knelt like a slave before him. She moved her hips in circles, feeling his prick touch places inside her that hadn‘t been touched in a long time, the electric thrills running through her body. He was rocking back and forth, each time drawing his prick back until only the head was trapped by her body, feeling his hands tighten on her hips, and then he would thrust back in with a powerful shove that drove his prick deep into her body. He began to fuck her, feeling her arching her back to meet his thrusts inside her. Her insides massaged his cock like hundreds of fingers, rippling up and down the shaft as he buried his cock deep into her hot, tight hole. He couldn‘t believe the pleasure he felt, drawing his cock back until her pussy muscles gripped his cock head as if it were in a tight vise. He paused, enjoying the delightful clenching before thrusting back in. It didn‘t take long until he was taking her with the full measure of his cock, Maude meeting his every thrust as her pussy opened up. All that could be heard was the slap of wet, naked flesh beating in the room, James fucking her with powerful thrusts that made her breasts dance with each bone-jarring thrust inside her. It felt so good, his hands coming around to squeeze her naked breasts and nipples as he continued to drive his prick in and out of her. James looked down at her ass, her cheeks pulled apart to reveal the tiny hole between them. He could see the pucker of her ass hole pursing open and closed each time he fucked her pussy, imaging what it would be like to fuck her in the ass. He had never taken a woman that way, but he couldn‘t draw his eyes away as he imagined what it would feel like. His hands slid up from her hips, grabbing her buttocks, feeling her muscles clench and unclench, her pussy doing the same on his cock. His fingers inched closer to her crack, pulling apart her cheeks until her crack almost disappeared and only the tight, little brown hole

was left in a sea of white flesh. His fingers were only inches from the hole, pulling on her cheeks. His hands moved to her butt, sliding over her cheeks. What was he doing? She could feel her cheeks pulled open, sure that she was obscenely exposed, but what was worse was the stretching she felt in her anus. His fingers were pulling it open even though they weren‘t touching it, but she could feel them only inches away. She couldn‘t even concentrate on his prick in her pussy, fearful of what he was trying to do. She couldn‘t stop her buttocks from trying to compress as the fingers moved closer to her anus. He continued to fuck her, but his attention was drawn to that tiny little hole that looked so delicate and defenseless. His fingers were just to the edge of it, pulling open her cheeks as she struggled to close them to his rough hands. He couldn‘t contain his lust any longer, shoving hard with his cock to bury his thick head deep into her body, banging hard against her cervix with a painful jolt. ―OOOWwww,‖ Maude cried out. It felt like he was trying to drive his cock into her womb, bruising her cervix when he drove in too deep. It took her mind off his fingers, suddenly thrust back to the reality of the situation when his fingers moved, feeling them touch the edge of her anus. She never felt anything like it before. Her anus went into a series of spasms, her tiny hole opening and closing frantically. She never expected such feelings from being touched back their, his touch sending jolts of lightening between her legs that were completely unexpected. It was so intense, her anus trying to constrict and shut tight, but his fingers on each side of it were stretching it open. ―No, don‘t touch me there!‖ She cried out in shame, his fingers degrading her as they touched her in such a private and intimate spot. No one had ever touched her there. James pulled out, shoving back in with another jolting thrust that shook her body. She cried out in pain again, his fingers pushing on her hole until he could feel the throbbing of her body. He had one thumb covering her ass hole, pushing down as he felt her muscles fighting to keep his finger out. He continued to apply pressure on the undisciplined hole, his powerful finger winning as her ass muscles fought a winless battle. He was going to penetrate her with his finger no matter what. James was getting too rough now, fucking her with such powerful thrusts that it felt like he was punishing her with his cock. He drove in too hard and too deep, brutally fucking her all the while his finger pushed against her backside. Was he trying to enter me with it? Why would he want to touch me in such a vile place? She fought as much as she could, but each time she tightened her ass to keep the finger out, she tightened on the prick that fucked her brutally, only making it worse as the thick prick sawed up and down her pussy. She could feel her anus losing the battle, her anal ring forced by the thick, dry finger, pushing her anus in until she felt it. ―EEEEEHHHH!‖ She couldn‘t believe it. One moment she was empty, the next she felt a thick finger squirming into her bottom like a giant snake burrowing into her guts. Her muscles fought his finger, but he was too powerful, the finger pushing hard against the muscles in her rectum, her anal ring stretched tight around the thick knuckle. ―Take it out! Take it out!‖ Maude cried out in shame, degraded as his finger wormed its way into her backside.

He couldn‘t believe how tight she was. It wasn‘t like her pussy, her ass hole clinging to his finger, her insides pushing hard to keep him out. He could only imagine what it would be like to have his cock in the round hole, clenched tightly by her muscles as he fed his cock deep into her guts. The shame he would inflict on her, degraded as he used her ass hole to pleasure his cock only made it more exciting for him. He could only imagine the intense pleasure he would get when he came in her, flooding her bowels with his cum as her muscles massaged his prick to the ultimate climax instead of forcing out his invading cock. He looked down to see her ass hole swallowing up his finger, the tight ring of her anus clinging to his knuckle until it finally popped inside her as she gasped in sudden shock. He twisted his finger inside her, pushing hard against the soft walls of her ass hole. Her hips shook from side to side to try to escape from his sadistic impalement of her ass hole, but his finger only drove deeper and harder into her. It hurt, his finger shoving inside her backside, twisting and turning as it pressed painfully against her muscles until she felt the cramps deep in her stomach. No matter how hard she tried to force his finger out, it only drove deeper inside her. She couldn‘t stand much more of this, his finger growing thicker as it slid through her constricted anal ring, her insides opened up by something entering from the outside. It burned, his finger dry, but he refused to stop, his prick continuing to saw in and out of her pussy. She had to stop this and now. ―Cum in me,‖ she begged. She tightened her pussy on his cock, also, on his finger enjoying the same pleasure as her ass muscles clenched on the finger as though she were enjoying it. He was pounding in her pussy, but his climax was still far away, concentrating intensely on her undisciplined ass hole as his finger pushed into the hot, tight depths of her guts. He felt a change in her, her pussy and ass hole beginning to milk his cock and finger, James brought back to the reality as he felt her pussy rippling up and down his cock as he fucked her. He twisted his finger in her ass hole but was rewarded with a gentle clenching of her muscles as though she were welcoming his probing finger. He began to fuck her two holes in unison, his finger and cock entering her at the same time, her body arching up each time she was speared hard in her twin holes. ―Yes, get ready,‖ he urged her on. He twisted his finger deep into her ass hole when he shoved his cock deep into her pussy, his cock spewing out a jet of hot cum to blast her insides. She clenched on both intruders, a second jet of cum filling her pussy, but James could only imagine his cock was spewing his cum into her ass hole. He finally came in her, Maude grateful to feel her insides burned with his sperm, in spite of the brutal thrust of his finger in her backside. It felt like his finger was trying to join his prick deep in her body. He came repeatedly inside her, his finger never stopped moving inside her until his climax was over, his cock shrinking inside her cum-soaked passage. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, but his finger stayed inside her backside, stretching her open. James took his cock out, but his finger stayed in her ass hole, not wanting to give up the delightful clenching of her muscles. He had most of his thumb stretching her ass hole from the inside, her anal ring slipped tightly around his finger.

―Please,‖ Maude begged. ―Your finger, take it out.‖ He did as she asked, but it was as painful coming out as when it went in. Even when it was gone, it took long minutes before the spasms went from her anus and she could feel the tiny hole close again. She felt his cum leaking from her pussy while she knelt submissively on his chair. He slapped her ass, her cheek stinging. ―Good girl, Maude. Get dressed and you can go home. There‘ll be a little extra in your paycheck this week. James was already pulling up his pants. She felt like a used whore as he mentioned money, Maude dressing quickly and leaving without looking at James‘ face or saying a word. She went home and took a hot bath to wash the filth from her body, humiliated to be taken in such a way. Her anus still felt like his finger was inside her, a lot of hot water until it returned to normal.

Chapter 2 Preparations and Planning Mickey and Charlie cased out the First National City Bank for a week. It was in a small town outside of Tulsa, Turley. The president was James Kirkland, and he had connections to oil money, lots of oil money. On Thursday nights, money was brought in to cover the payroll for the oil workers, the men loving to have cash to spend on drinking and whores for the weekend. Friday morning would be the ideal time to rob it, the money sitting comfortably in the safe from the night before. The bank was located in the center of town, a very busy town, but they would be in and out by 6 A.M. if everything went according to plan. The first employees wouldn‘t show up until 7 A.M. giving them plenty of time. Mickey went in the bank twice, cashing a hundred dollar bill both times, eyeing the bank, the single guard at the door, the six teller cages, the small safe behind the closed door that he managed to catch a glimpse of on the second visit. The president was a real charmer, talking to all the patrons as they came in, but none more than the ladies. He was married, but you could tell in five minutes of seeing him in action that he was not a one-woman man. Many of his customers and more of his employees were sure to have ended up in his bed. Mickey got back into the car, Charlie playing with his pistol in the front seat. ―I told you to put it out of sight. You want us to get caught before we begin?‖ At least he didn‘t pull out the Tommy gun; Mickey finally making him put it into the trunk. Charlie put it away begrudgingly. He would rather have his Tommy gun. That gave him the respect he deserved. ―Okay, boss.‖ Mickey was going to make him rich and famous, so he did what he said. The car swung out onto Main Street, heading out of town. ―Where we going?‖ ―Time to stake out the bank president‘s house. Small towns are so obliging. All you have to do is ask, and they will tell you just about anything. James is the president and he lives with his wife Vivian about three miles outside of town. He likes his privacy. I hear his wife is a real looker, a redhead. Her daddy has money so I reckon James married her for it. I hope she is one of those tight-ass bitches that only gives her husband sex just because it is her wifely duty. They can be so hot when they are forced.‖ Mickey was already hard at the thought of Vivian and what she would be like once they tied her up. It had been a while since he had a piece of ass, and they would have all night to enjoy her. The house was out in the woods all by itself. They couldn‘t park the car on the street without being obvious, so Mickey found a dirt road not far away, driving until they were out of sight of the street. ―You stay with the car, and I‘ll get a closer look.‖ ―I‘m sick of sitting in the car,‖ Charlie complained. ―Okay, but you‘ll have to be quiet.‖ Charlie could be like a bear in a China shop sometimes. They trampled through the woods until they got to the house; every animal knew they were there. It was almost like a fairytale house, complete with a white picket fence. It was too big for just the two of them, but a bank president had to look prosperous if he expected others to trust them with their

money. They found a nice spot next to a large tree, Mickey smart enough to bring food and drinks for what they expected to be a long wait. They had to be sure that only Vivian would be there on Thursday, not wanting to find out that she had a maid or friends staying with her. Too many hostages would be difficult to keep under control. Charlie was bored by the time the car came around the corner, the black convertible sporting a sexy-looking redhead behind the wheel. How many redheads would be coming out here? It had to be Vivian, Mickey eyeing her lustily. He was always attracted to redheads, although he never had one before, always imagining her red bush and what it would look like. That was about to change next week. Vivian took the bag of groceries out of the car and walked up the front steps onto the porch. She stopped, looking around, feeling a little uncomfortable, as though someone was watching her. She hated living so far out, no one around, but James insisted on it. She didn‘t even have a neighbor she could walk to, to borrow anything. At least James had to entertain often to maintain his customers, and Vivian did love to host parties. It was just they weren‘t often enough; Vivian still stuck in the house alone more than she wanted. James worked late too often, Vivian hating to be alone, her mind conjuring up the most terrible things about James‘ infidelity, though she could never prove it. James was a charmer; that is why she fell for him so easily. ―It‘s nothing but your imagination,‖ Vivian said aloud. She went in and put away the groceries. ―Damn, look at that body,‖ Charlie whispered to Mickey as she stood on the front porch. A natural redhead, her blazing red hair hung down below her shoulders, framing a beautiful face, but what stood out from a distance was the painted red lips against her pale skin. It was the morning, but she was dressed as if she were going to a ball, a long dress that clung to every curve in her body, the dark dress highlighted against the white house to show her full hips and those firm tits that stood up so proudly when she turned sideways. His eyes went to her ass, two full buttocks encased in a dark skirt that clung to her skin as she went into the house. Charlie rubbed the front of his pants, his hard cock begging for some of that action. ―Yes, bank robbery is going to be enjoyable as well as profitable. I can‘t wait until Thursday.‖ They stayed and watched the house the rest of the day, but she never left again, her husband finally coming home at six. *** ―I‘m getting tired of standing out in the woods everyday,‖ Charlie complained over breakfast. It was Wednesday; they had been out to the house every day, nothing much happening. Some days she never even left. They were just finishing breakfast at a little dive right outside of town. They changed restaurants every meal, they didn‘t want to be remembered. ―You can stay at the motel, I‘ll go out today. I just want to be sure. Tomorrow‘s the day.‖ Mickey was a little nervous, but you couldn‘t tell by looking at him. He had to be confidant. ―Yeah, I can get everything ready.‖

Charlie had been playing with the rope and other things they were going to use to tie them up, fondling the rope like a baby. He couldn‘t wait to get Vivian tied up and have his way with her, but then neither could Mickey. His cock was hard for so long that his balls ached for release. Tomorrow night they would both get their pleasure and the next day they would have their fortune. Mickey paid the check, dropping Charlie off at the motel. It was the fourth one they stayed in since they came into town, and it would be the last. They would be out of Oklahoma by Friday, with a car full of money. Mickey drove out to the usual dirt road, hiding his car in the dense woods. He grabbed the coffee he brought and headed out toward the house. He looked around, both cars gone, Mickey taking a sip of coffee and puffing on a cigarette. It was almost two hours before a car even came along the road, the black convertible coming into sight and pulling into the driveway, Vivian‘s red hair making her stand out. Vivian had gone into town to visit her best friend, both of them playing tennis for over two hours. It was the one sport that Vivian excelled at, even able to beat James, the main reason he rarely played with her. He hated to lose. She dreaded going home today. It was Wednesday and Vivian knew what that meant. Tonight, in their weekly ritual that had been going on for years, James would come home, and after a hurried dinner, he would expect his pleasure for the week. Vivian never knew what James would do and that is what scared her the most. She never got any enjoyment from their sex, a necessary evil to keep her husband happy, though she doubted that she did. Today would be worse. He came home last night late, having to work late for an audit, but Vivian knew it was more. She could smell it on him. Sex and perfume. He didn‘t even seem to care to hide in any longer, whistling so happily when he walked into the door. He was always hornier after this, Vivian never understanding why. Mickey was braver, sneaking up close to the house. He had never seen anyone around, and he didn‘t expect that to change. It looked like she had been playing tennis, the white outfit clinging to her body, the skirt shorter than usual. His cock was hard, making him take more chances than he should. He crept along the edge of the house, making his way to the back where he knew her bedroom was. It had two large windows in the back, facing a wall of trees in the forest behind it, completely secluded. He had never seen blinds closed and his heart stopped for a minute until his expectations were confirmed, the windows even open about six inches from the bottom to bring in some of the unusually warm weather. His heart almost stopped beating as he crept to the side of the window, stopping when he heard sounds from inside. He felt like a peeper as he waited for a moment. Vivian was going to take a long, hot bath, hoping to alleviate some of the tension of the night ahead. She still had all afternoon to relax before James came home and required his pleasure from her. It was such a nice day outside, summer coming back in spite of the fall weather last week. She opened the window when she came in, the warm air blowing softly in the room. She loved her bedroom, situated in the back of the house, complete privacy except for an occasional deer staring at her. Vivian was a modest woman, even in front of her husband. It was only during their ―sex night,‖ as she called it, was she ever naked in front of him. She didn‘t deny him anything on that night or could deny him,

James very demanding of her. She ran the water in the tub, putting in some bubble bath, going back into the bedroom to get out of her sweaty clothes. She stood in front of the big bed, slowly unbuttoning the front of her tennis outfit. She pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms, the skirt next to fall at her feet. She bent over to pick it up, throwing it in the clothes hamper. Mickey peered around the window just in time to see her. He could hear the water running. She was going to take a bath, and she was undressing in front of him. Her back was to the window, but her blouse came off and the skirt followed it, her ass straining the chemise that clung to her body as she bent over to pick up the skirt. Mickey‘s hand automatically went to his cock as she bent over, his imagination running rampant as she pushed her ass toward him. She stood up, walking to the clothes hamper, her breasts bouncing gently in the silk chemise. She turned to the window, a sudden uneasiness racing through her body. Nothing was out there except the mass of trees. ―You‘re imagining it, Vivian. No one is out there,‖ she said aloud to herself. Still, she turned her back to the window as she took off the chemise. It fell to the ground, Vivian bending over to pick it up, throwing it in the hamper as she walked into the bathroom. She grabbed a towel as she climbed into the claw-leg tub, feeling the hot water and bubbles engulf her naked body in its embrace. If she had stayed longer, he would have taken his cock out and masturbated as he watched her, but she was too quick. She took off the chemise, her pale, naked body revealed to him, but her back was to the window. It didn‘t stop his excitement, Vivian bending over to reveal a peek of a pink pussy and the dark divide of her tightly clenched cheeks. She picked up the chemise too quickly, but he got a nice glimpse of the finest pair of buttocks swaying seductively into the bathroom, her naked body silhouetted so he got a quick peek at a flaming red bush before she settled into the tub. It was too dangerous to stay there, not wanting to take the chance of her catching him peeping. He would soon have her naked before him, only one more day. He went back out to the woods to the side of the house, spending the next three hours watching, but it remained deserted except for Vivian. Tomorrow was the day; they would be back around four P.M. to start their evil plan. *** James was in a hurry to close the safe tonight. Sex with Maude only made him hornier. She tried to avoid him since that night, but that was difficult since he was her boss. He made sure that he rubbed up against her whenever he could without being seen, his hand ―accidentally‖ caressing her breast, his cock rubbing up against her ass. Once he snuck up in back of her when everyone was at lunch, holding her up against him as he masturbated his cock on her ass. Her face turned red, but she didn‘t dare move away from him. He whispered in her ear as he enjoyed her ass, teasing her about the way she had sucked his cock and what it felt like to have her lips wrapped around his cock. In spite of her protests and embarrassment, he was sure that if he checked, he would have found her wet.

―Good night, Maude,‖ his hand running over her ass as he closed the door behind her. She was the last one out, picking up his things and going out the back door, locking the bank for the night. He almost raced home, hoping that dinner was ready as soon as he walked in. She heard the car pull in, taking out dinner and putting it on the table as soon as James walked in. He kissed her cheek as though they were relatives, but she knew that would change as soon as dinner was out of the way. They made small talk during dinner, but James ate fast, Vivian trying to keep up with him, a sexual tension in the air. He got up from the table first, Vivian left with cleaning up the table and kitchen. She would do most of it tomorrow, James not a patient man on these nights. ―I‘ll be in a minute,‖ she said as he looked at her with the look on his face. ―Hurry up,‖ his cock already hard as he saw her standing there. She went to the bedroom, James sitting in the large chair that he had placed in there. He had on his bathrobe, a black silk robe that did little to hide that he was naked beneath it and his erection was bulging out the front obscenely. She was shocked when she saw it in his hand. A paddle, just like the schoolmarm used to keep errant children in line when Vivian was younger. Or by a strict father. She feared it out of experience. She didn‘t say anything; nothing could deter James in his lust. ―You‘ve been a naughty girl, Vivian, and must be punished.‖ ―Yes, Sir,‖ she said softly. She watched as he stood up, his robe opening, the head of his cock popping out the front like a monster. She had never seen him this big before. She felt it touching her as he stood next to her, jumping in excitement when it rubbed on her dress. ―Take off your dress.‖ His voice was demanding. Her fingers went to the buttons of her dress, nervously unbuttoning them one by one, already turning red in shame at having to undress in front of him, in spite that he was her husband. His eyes stared at her bosom, her heavy breathing making her breasts rise and fall, knowing that it only looked like she was growing excited by stripping for him. She unbuttoned it all the way below her waist, her sexy silk slip revealed. She wore nothing beneath the slip for him, hoping that it would please him. She pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it slip down her arms until it fell into a puddle at her feet. James‘ hands moved to her shoulders, slipping the delicate silk straps down her arms until the front of the slip slid down slowly, stopping on her upright breasts. His fingers went to the front of the slip, lovely bare, white breasts revealed along with her deep cleavage, the edge of the slip barely touching her nipples. He rubbed the slip down her breasts until the edge hit her nipples, pushing harder so that the silk would caress her nipples to hardness. He was not disappointed, the thick, brown nipples hardening like stones. He released the edge of the slip until it fell to her waist, held up only by her shapely hips. What would it be like if I used the paddle on her breasts? Would she let me? He could almost see the way they would dance when he swept the paddle up beneath them, making them jump and jiggle. And hear the sound of the paddle connecting with the firm flesh in a loud splat and her cry of pain as he spanked each of her breasts until they were pink. Maybe next time, first he would see how she acclimated to

being spanked with a paddle on her ass. He sat down, pushing his robe out of the way, so his cock reared up its angry head. ―Bend over my lap, head down to the ground.‖ She felt his prick rubbing up against her as she lowered herself down on his lap. It pushed into her stomach like a large bat as his hand ran over her naked back. He pushed her down, her hair falling to the ground before her, the blood rushing to her head as she was bent in two. The short skirt of her chemise began to slide up her legs, Vivian wishing she wore some undergarments as she felt the air blowing on her naked cheeks. She squirmed, feeling his prick jerk as her abdomen rubbed along it. It felt good when she moved against him. It would feel better once he started beating her ass with the paddle, her frenzied movements would bring him much excitement. His hand moved from her naked back to her buttocks, surprised when he felt her naked beneath the slip. He liked that, but it would do little to deter her punishment. ―SSSMMAACCK.‖ He hit one of her cheeks with his hand, enjoying the sting on his palm, knowing that she felt much more pain. His hand stayed on her cheek as her muscles clenched in pain, a soft whimper the only thing from her mouth. Another smack on her other cheek, the whimper not any louder. ―Such a firm, resilient ass, Vivian. You were made for spanking.‖ Her cheeks stung where he hit her, but she knew it would only get worse. The paddle was harder than his hand. She felt his hand slide down to the top of her naked leg, then move back up, this time his hand was beneath her slip. She felt it slide up her thighs and over her buttocks, the slip pushed out of the way until she could feel the air blowing on her ass cheeks. Her naked ass cheeks. She clenched her cheeks tight in defense. In spite of it being unseasonably warm, her pale white cheeks were covered with goose bumps. James‘ eyes drawn to the deep divide of her cheeks, her clenched cheeks hiding the treasure that lay beneath it, but James would soon get her to relax her cheeks and let him have his way with the deep crevice. He noticed that each cheek already had a blotchy red spot where his hand had hit. There would be much more when he finished with her. ―Now, it‘s time for the paddle, Vivian. You can cry out all you want. In fact, it makes me more excited the louder you yell. No one will hear you out here, so I have your pain all for my own.‖ James wielded the paddle through the air, the sharp whoosh as it cut a path through the air. He had never used a paddle on anyone before, but this might be a new thing that he will relish. Maude might need some disciplining at work. All the girls could. ―SSSPPLLAATT!‖ The paddle made contact with the fullness of one of her buttocks, her ass pushing down, pushing her pussy into his hard cock as she tried to escape the pain of the hard paddle. ―AAAAGGHH,‖ no longer able to contain the pain that laced through her buttock. She was sure she was bleeding, the sharp pain as the hard paddle lashed at her delicate skin. Her body squirmed on his lap, the pain all consuming. James found the other cheek, the crack of the broad paddle covering her buttock with a powerful thud. ―OOOWWWW,‖ Vivian‘s head shot up as she cried out in pain. He saw the tears on her face as she looked at him in pain, her head falling back down as her ass kept moving, jerking away from the pain that the

paddle inflicted on her. His cock was being masturbated nicely, James hitting her other cheek until the loud report of the paddle hitting unprotected flesh rang out in the room. Each time she thought he had stopped, it was only long enough for his hand to run over her naked flesh, the touch of his fingers sending her buttocks into uncontrollable spasms as though she were expecting the paddle. He must have hit her with the paddle twenty times; her breathing ragged now, tiny whimpers coming from her mouth in between the hoarse screams each time the paddle found her buttocks. Both cheeks were a mass of pain, her flesh feeling as if it was on fire. She began to rub on his cock harder, hoping that if she would please him, he would stop the punishment, but it only made him more excited. It did no good, five more hits with the paddle before his hands returned to her cheeks. They clenched in reflex to his touch. ―I can do this all night. Relax your cheeks or I will begin again.‖ James wanted to see between her cheeks, but Vivian was playing too coy, her thighs clenched together tightly. He was fascinated ever since the other night with Maude when he fingered her ass hole as he fucked her. He wanted to see the pucker of Vivian‘s anus. She was sobbing in pain now, not sure how much longer she could withstand the paddle. Her ass was just one sore spot, both cheeks stinging deep inside. She didn‘t know why he wanted her cheeks relaxed, but she knew if she refused, he would just paddle her more until she finally relented. All of a sudden, James felt her surrender, her cheeks relaxing as though she had just taken a drug. ―Yes, now keep them that way,‖ he warned her. His hand went between her thighs, feeling her surrender as he wormed it between them and then began to push out until her legs began to spread. Her cheeks began to slowly part, the valley between the sharp divide slowly opening up to his eyes, the groove finally revealing her intimate treasure. ―A little wider and keep your cheeks relaxed.‖ The enforced spread of her legs was beginning to leave her crack open and accessible until he finally saw it, the pucker of her anus. The wrinkled brown hole was visible in a sea of pale skin, seeing it clench as though he was already touching it. His finger went to search out was his eyes had seen. She struggled to keep her cheeks relaxed, but James‘ finger was sliding along her crack and was just about to touch the raised bud of her anus. No one had ever touched her there, Vivian never expecting anyone would have an interest to do so. ―No,‖ she whimpered softly, almost afraid to let him hear her denying him, but his finger slid over her anus. James could feel the spastic contractions of her anus, pausing long enough until she clenched her cheeks, trapping his finger on her pulsating anus. He pushed down into the wrinkled opening, feeling the muscle give under the pressure until just the tip of his finger entered the hot, tight hole. ―EEEEKKK,‖ Vivian cried out in humiliation, a finger worming its way into her bottom. She couldn‘t believe he had done such a thing, but there was no mistaking the movement of his finger in her rectum. She did the only thing she could do, relax her cheeks, hoping that he would move his hand, not penetrate her deeper. The finger didn‘t move for a moment, then it pressed deeper until she could almost feel the thicker knuckle trying to enter her. She was ready to

clench her cheeks and push out to try to force it from her backside, when it suddenly pulled free of her anus. She felt the spasms in her anus before the tiny hole slammed shut. The finger moved down to her pussy, rubbing around her pussy until she felt it enter her, fingering her from behind as she began to grow wet. The finger moved back up her crack, Vivian holding her breath as it stopped on her anus, this time, the finger wet with her juices. She stayed still, daring not even to breathe as she felt the finger enter her with ease this time. It moved just inside the opening, stretching her, teasing at the tight ring. Why was he doing this to me? What enjoyment could he be getting from it? It felt like her ass hole was trying to suck him deep inside each time he fingered her anus. He felt her muscles trying to force his finger out as he took his slick finger and probed deep into her rectum, pushing against the soft walls. Suddenly, her muscles relaxed, Vivian didn‘t try to clench and push him out, resigned to be fingered in her ass, just as Maude had done. It was as though any woman could be controlled by just one finger if placed correctly. They became quiet and submissive once a finger entered their ass hole. Vivian‘s ass moved uncomfortably from side to side, afraid that his finger might do damage inside her, but her body was unable to accept the probing in her backside without some sort of reaction. The finger moved inside her for long moments as though it was a small animal nibbling at her insides. The finger didn‘t hurt; it was more shame. Finally, James pulled his finger from her anus, feeling him rubbing it off on her cheek. ―Get up and on the bed. Naked.‖ She got up, anything to keep his finger from her backside. She took off the slip and threw it on the floor, walking over to their marriage bed. She got into the center of the bed and spread her legs like a wanton whore, knowing James would only make her if she didn‘t voluntarily do it. She waited as he threw off his robe, his cock bobbing in front of him like another appendage. Vivian never saw it so big. ―No, on your belly.‖ James waited until she complied with his command. She cringed in fear, but she dared not defy him. She turned over, her head turned to the side. She felt his hands on her ankles, and then he spread her legs, wide to the edges of the large bed, her crotch aching. What was he going to do? Is that why he fingered my backside? Could he really want to put his cock in such a filthy place? She could only tremble in fear as she felt him climb on the bed between her legs. ―Arms out over your head. Spread them like your legs.‖ She did it until she was spread in a big ‗X‘. She felt like she was being tied spread-eagle on the bed. For the first time, she felt a wetness between her legs. She didn‘t have time to think, James was already lying his body on top of hers, feeling his hot, hard cock resting between her cheeks. With her legs spread, she was vulnerable, feeling his cock rubbing along her anus. She could never take that monster up her backside, his finger was uncomfortable, his cock too big. She felt him raise up until only the head of his cock was touching her, his hand rubbing the head up and down her crack, gathering up her juices as it passed over her pussy, returning to run over her anus, just as his finger had done. She waited, her body tense, feeling the massive head rubbing over her anus, sending the tiny

hole into spasms of fear. She felt a welcome relief when he pushed his cock down, not even caring that it hurt when he entered her pussy too hard, arching up her ass to swallow his cock as though she was enjoying this. She was just so thankful that it was her pussy and not her anus that was penetrated. Once his cock was seated inside her, his hands stretched up, grabbed her wrists, and pinned them to the corners of the bed. His legs spread her legs wider until she felt like she was being torn up the middle. She was pinned down by his heavy body, his arms and legs keeping her immobile as his hips began to drive his cock in and out of her pussy. She didn‘t understand it, but she felt a tremor of excitement between her legs that James had never ignited before. He fucked her hard, his abdomen slapping on her battered cheeks, hoping to punish her, but she arched up her ass as though she were enjoying it, her hands clenched as he held them tight. Even her pussy rippled up and down his cock as though she had hundreds of tiny fingers inside her that was massaging his cock with such pleasure. He had never seen her like this, punishing her with his cock, but she took every hard thrust, meeting it and clenching on his cock. Maybe he needed to spank her every time, needing to warm her ass up. He wondered if she would take it so easily if it were his cock up her ass. His hips were a blur as his frenzied fucking finally ended as he spurted his hot cum deep inside her. Her ass rose up submissively to take jet after jet of cum deep inside her. He kept her pinned to the bed with his body until his cock was finally pushed from her pussy by her muscles. She was so close to cumming, but by the time he spurted his seed inside her, it was too late, his orgasm taking all the harshness of the fucking from him. She pushed him out of her, the bed catching a flood of cum as it leaked out. Why did he almost make me cum? Was it the pain of the paddling or was it something else?

Chapter 3 The Heist They were dressed to impress, Charlie and Mickey wearing suits. Mickey loved his brown suit with vest, a hat tilted to the side, his shiny shoes tapping on the ground as they walked to the car. They both looked like prosperous businessmen, not bank robbers. It was three thirty, driving slowly out to the house on the edge of town. Mickey stopped just down the street from the house. ―Get in the back and out of sight.‖ Mickey waited until Charlie was in the back lying on the floor. He drove the short distance up to the house, pulling into the driveway. He got out of the car, the briefcase in his hand, walking the short distance to the door. Vivian jumped when she heard the sound of a door closing. It was too early for James and she wasn‘t expecting any visitors. She dried her hands on the towel and walked to the door. She saw the large, black car in the driveway, a man getting out with a briefcase. She didn‘t recognize him, but she didn‘t know most of James‘ business acquaintances. Or he might just be a drummer, selling door to door, though he looked too prosperous for that. She was at the door by the time he rang the bell. She opened up the screen door, but her words were cut off in mid sentence. ―Can I help—‖ She came face to face with a large revolver pointed at her. ―Not a word out of you, or I‘ll blow off that pretty red head,‖ Mickey‘s voice was harsh and demanding. He pushed his way into the door. She looked good. A white button-down blouse hugged her breasts, a loose-fitting skirt that still clung to her ass and hips, his cock straining. He never felt as excited as he did now. He turned to the door, signaling Charlie. She was afraid she was going to wet her pants, coming face to face with an armed man. She knew it had something to do with the bank, but she couldn‘t understand why her. She feared for her life. He signaled to someone, hearing the car in the driveway come to life and then slowly move to the back of the house. Why are they hiding the car? It was only a couple of minutes before a second gunman came into the house, another revolver pointed at her. ―WWWHHaatt do you waaant?‖ Her voice was shaking so bad that she could barely able to get the words out. ―We‘re going to be your visitors for a while. We‘re going to spend the night with you and your husband, and early in the morning, your husband is going to open up the bank for us. If both of you cooperate, you will be let go in the morning unharmed.‖ Mickey moved in close to her, raising up the gun. He put it in her face, the barrel of the revolved pushed up against her lips. He pushed the gun into her mouth, enjoying the way her red lips closed around it as if it were his cock. ―If not, I‘ll pull the trigger and blow your pretty brains out.‖ The hard steel of the revolver banged painfully against her teeth, Vivian forced to open her mouth as she felt it pushed in, the taste of gun oil on her tongue. She never felt such fear as she did now, his finger on the trigger; the slightest touch would set the gun off in her mouth, shattering her. She would do anything at this moment. She shivered in fear as he held the gun in her mouth,

opening her mouth wider to keep it from banging on her teeth. She felt him moving the gun, sliding over her tongue and pushing out the side of her cheek. He moved the gun in and out of her mouth. ―You going to be a good girl, Vivian?‖ Mickey kept the gun in her mouth. She could only nod her head yes, trembling in fear as the gun continued to move in her mouth. He finally pulled it out, a moment of relief flooding through her body, but the two men continued to point guns at her. ―James will be home in a couple of hours and will want his dinner. Tonight, you are just going to have two more guests for dinner. I‘ll watch her, Charlie, case the house.‖ Mickey didn‘t care that she knew his first name. By tomorrow, they would be infamous. Charlie began to look around the house. ―Into the kitchen, Vivian. You‘re going to have to make more for your guests.‖ He followed her into the kitchen, his eyes on the gentle sway of her ass as she moved. A new fear crept into her mind as she felt him behind her, almost able to feel his eyes on her as she walked. Would they rape me? She had never been with another man, only James, never mind submitting to a stranger or two. James was bad enough in bed, this week spanking her. What were these two capable of? He sat down at the small table in the kitchen, Vivian not failing to notice the bulge in the front of his pants before he sat down. Why did my eyes go to his crotch? Vivian took two more pieces of steak out of the fridge, trimming them up on the counter, seasoning them, trying to ignore the evil men with guns in her house. She hoped that James would see something wrong; maybe he would see the car in the back. She feared having the men in her house all night long. Charlie took his time in the bedroom, eyeing the big four-poster bed, hoping he brought enough rope so he could tie her spread eagle on it, already imagining her naked body opened up. He went through the dresser, his hands fondling the silky undergarments, taking a pair of her bloomers to his face, inhaling the fragrance. He looked at the door as he took his cock out, rubbing his erection with her bloomers in his hands, enjoying the sensuous touch of her delicate undergarments. He couldn‘t wait until the night came and they had them tied up. Then, he could play with her lovely body. The sex was almost better than the money they would get from the robbery. Almost. He finally put his cock back in his pants, the bloomers back in the drawer with drops of his cum already beginning to dry on them. He could smell the food cooking in the kitchen, his other hunger needing satisfying. Vivian didn‘t like the way he was looking at her, feeling self-conscious as he followed her every step as she moved around the kitchen fixing dinner. A little later, the other one came in, now two sets of eyes followed her every movement. She hoped James would come home soon. Maybe he could somehow stop them. She looked over at them as she cooked. They dressed nicely, both of them handsome, though not Vivian‘s type. What made them become bank robbers? What else were they capable of? She took her time making dinner, not wanting any free time. She made salads, fresh vegetables cut painfully slow, though they did look at her with more interest when she wielded the large kitchen knife, but

their guns never left their hands. She kept looking at the clock, but it felt like it barely moved. ―Do you have any beer?‖ She was trying to ignore them, but Mickey was getting thirsty and the smell of the food was making him hungry. She didn‘t reply, instead brought them two bottles of beer and glasses, but they swigged the beer out of the bottles. Mickey grabbed her hand, Vivian startled, his hand gripping her wrist hard. He was powerful. ―Thanks. The food smells good.‖ She smelled better though, the smell of lavender perfume all over her body. He would love to be between her legs and inhaling her essence. She had a panicked look on her face and that only made him more excited. ―Thank you,‖ the words barely coming out more than a whisper. She looked down at his hand on her wrist. He had a large, powerful hand that held her pinned. He released her hand, her wrist red where his fingers dug into her pale white flesh. She pulled it back, a hurt look in her face. She moved away, going back to cooking or whatever she was doing. James would be home in about ten minutes, then a quick dinner and they could secure them for the night. At least James, Vivian would be doing some entertaining first. Charlie was up and to the front door before anyone else heard the car come in. Mickey got up, standing behind Vivian, keeping her away so that James wouldn‘t be able to see her in the kitchen until he walked through the door. By that time, Charlie would have the drop on him. Mickey pressed his cock up against her ass cheeks, Vivian trying to move away, but the counter finally stopped her from going any farther. He put the gun to the side of her head until the barrel pressed into her soft cheek. ―Real still now, wouldn‘t want anything to happen to that pretty head.‖ He pressed his cock into her ass cheeks, making sure that she felt his erection. Vivian was pinned, the gun scaring her as it pressed into her cheek. Guns scared her. She felt him pressing her up against the counter, Vivian feeling the unmistakable presence of his prick against her ass cheeks. Her worries about being raped suddenly became more real. At least James was home, though that wouldn‘t do much good. James smelled dinner cooking as soon as he walked in, glad since he was hungry. He didn‘t see Vivian, though it‘s not that she rushed out to kiss him as soon as he came home. He walked in, catching the glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He heard a thud, then his head felt like it was being split open, his eyes glazed over with stars, wobbling on his feet as he struggled to keep from falling. His hand went to his head, feeling the wetness on his fingers. A man appeared in his blurred vision, but James was more concerned with staying conscious and on his feet as he slid against the wall. ―EEEEEWWW,‖ Vivian screamed out, James coming into sight when he walked in the door, the intruder hitting him with the butt of his gun. She saw the brilliant red blood spilling down his forehead, James wobbling on his feet. ―He‘ll be all right. Charlie‘s just showing him we are serious. Now, I told you to keep your mouth shut and you disobeyed. I‘m going to have to teach you

to obey later.‖ He released her, spinning her around. ―Get him a cold washcloth; he‘s going to need it.‖ Charlie put the barrel of his revolver in James belly until he looked up at him. ―If you don‘t want more of the same, you‘ll do everything we say. The misses is in the kitchen with my partner, and you wouldn‘t want anything to happen to that redheaded filly.‖ He pushed him until they were in the kitchen. Vivian rushed over with the washcloth, putting it on James head. She actually felt sorry for him, in spite of the cheating she suspected he did. They were both in this serious predicament together, and they needed to work together to get out of it. She stopped the bleeding. It wasn‘t as bad as it looked, but it would swell up by morning. She now knew how cruel and dangerous they could be. She heard what he said. He was going to teach her to obey. She feared for her safety. ―Do what they say, James.‖ She got some ice and put it in the washcloth. ―Hold it to your head; it will keep the swelling down.‖ He was angry, assaulted in his own house. He was used to being the boss, and now, two men with guns confronted him. I know they want the bank’s money, but why are they here? He always thought about what he would do if held up, but it was always at the bank, not at home. ―They won‘t pay a ransom for me.‖ Mickey looked at him. He liked to be in charge, Mickey imaging what his wife will be like in bed. She married a domineering man. Was she that way sexually, also? ―No, we don‘t want a ransom. You‘re going to bring us down to the bank before it opens, and we will help ourselves.‖ James looked up at the leader. ―You‘re crazy. I‘m not going to do that.‖ ―Oh, I think you will.‖ Charlie stood behind Vivian, his gun pressed into her back. ―Vivian wouldn‘t look very good with a hole in her. And I would make sure that it is slow and painful.‖ ―That bump on your head is nothing compared to what I can do to you.‖ Mickey pushed the barrel of the gun up to his mouth. ―How would you like to swallow this?‖ They were threatening them both, his head still ringing from the blow he already suffered. James was not the type that could take much pain. He didn‘t know what he would do. ―Let‘s have dinner,‖ Vivian trying to break the tension in the room. ―Before it gets cold.‖ ―Yes, that is a good idea. We can discuss this later when we all have full stomachs. Vivian has spent a lot of time preparing this fine dinner for us; it would be an insult not to enjoy it with equal vigor.‖ Charlie stood up and ate at the counter where he could safely keep an eye on them, Mickey joining Vivian and James at the table. It was a quiet dinner, only the sound of eating filled the air or a polite ―pass me something‖ was said. It was a good dinner; obviously, Vivian was an accomplished as a cook. ―How about a bottle of wine, Vivian?‖ Mickey pushed his empty plate away, noticing that Vivian and James didn‘t eat very much. If Mickey was in the same position as them, he doubted that he would have eaten

much either. Mickey watched her ass as she grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack, bending over slightly to stick her perfect buttocks back at him. James couldn‘t help but notice the way he looked at her, but he was more worried about losing money at the bank or his own safety. He took a sip of wine, wanting to stay levelheaded, hoping he could somehow get the drop on them before morning. He noticed that Vivian didn‘t do the same, drinking two glasses of wine before the bottle was gone. James looked at his watch, after eight. ―It‘s time we had our discussion on the merits of James helping us with our endeavor. Let‘s get our guests comfortable for the night, Charlie.‖ Charlie grabbed the heavy bag before the words were out of Mickey‘s mouth, eager to get onto the more enjoyable part of the night. With not only Vivian, but also making sure that James was willing to do his part. Charlie was known to have a particularly evil streak in him, and he was proud of it. They knew that James wouldn‘t agree to help them to save his wife. He wasn‘t that type of man; he cared more for money and himself than an attachment to a wife that he regularly cheated on. Mickey had found that out about him from just about anyone in town. It wasn‘t a secret. ―In here is good, Charlie. Nice, hard wooden-back chairs should be nice and secure, away from the prying eyes if someone should happen to come to the front door.‖ It, also, would leave the bedroom free so they could enjoy Vivian in the comforts of her own bed. Mickey stood up, pointing his gun at James. ―Turn your chair facing the center of the room and put your hands behind your back. Unless you would like another knot on the opposite side of your head.‖ He tapped the barrel of his gun on the side of his head, James cringing in pain. He was a coward, cringing like a girl, obeying without as much as a protest. Charlie was already behind him, the rope securing his wrists before he could think about it. He tied the rope to the chair so he couldn‘t get up or move away. His legs were next, his ankles crossed and bound, tied to the bottom rung of the chair. He wasn‘t going anywhere. ―We wouldn‘t want him making a lot of noise screaming, Charlie.‖ Charlie already had made up his mind, a large, red ball gag in his hand, standing behind James, yanking up on his hair until his head pulled back, his mouth opening to scream. Charlie was quick, forcing the too-big ball gag into his small mouth until his lips threatened to tear in the corners. He pushed it in deeper; James almost forced to swallow it. James eyes were open wide in terror, but only a muffled cry could be heard behind the ball gag. ―All you have to do is nod you head when you want to help us out. We are going down to the bank at 6 A.M. You‘re going to open the safe, and once we got the money, we‘ll drive you back home and leave you tied here while we make our escape. Charlie will stay here with Vivian in case you decide to change your mind. Are you going to cooperate? If so, nod your head up and down.‖ Mickey waited, knowing that Charlie was hoping that he wouldn‘t agree right away. He would eventually, but not before Charlie had some fun. Drool was running down his chin, James tugging on his hands and legs, but the ropes were tight, so tight that his hands and toes were already starting to tingle. His lips felt like they were going to tear, the ball shoved so deep into his

mouth that he had to breathe through his nose, trying to fill his lungs. He couldn‘t do it, shaking his head to the sides defiantly. ―I was hoping you would say that.‖ Charlie pulled out a large hunting knife, the edge so sharp that it could cut a sheet of paper. ―No, don‘t hurt him,‖ Vivian cried out when she saw the knife. ―Shut up or you‘ll get the same.‖ Mickey pointed his gun at her, threatening her. ―We don‘t need you to open the bank, only him.‖ She was expendable to make a point if necessary. ―Those are some nice threads, James, too bad I have to ruin them.‖ Charlie cut off his necktie, the tip of the knife going down the front of his shirt, slicing the buttons, flying onto the floor as the knife raced down to his waist. When he was finished, his shirt was pulled back, his naked chest revealed with three or four tiny slices of red blood on his skin. ―Sorry about that, James. The knife is real sharp.‖ He moved the knife down to his nipple, the tip of the blade pressed into the sensitive tip until blood slowly began to drip from the tip. James‘ body squirmed on the chair, muffled cries behind the ball gag. ―The nipples are real sensitive, aren‘t they James?‖ He turned the knife until his body jerked in pain, moving the blade to the other untouched nipple. James‘s eyes followed the knife, filled with panic as the knife pushed into his nipple. He pushed harder, the knife digging into the nerve-rich nipple deeper, a trickle of blood dripping out down his chest. ―Just like a girl, they get hard in spite of the pain.‖ Vivian couldn‘t believe what they were doing to him, able to feel the knife on her own breast, feeling the pain racing through her chest. She was afraid he would do the same thing to her, her nipples much bigger, easier targets. All of her fears became more vivid, the men much more evil than she thought. She not only feared being raped, she feared for her life. She looked at the other robber, his gun still pointed at her. James felt the sharp slices of the knife on his flesh. At first it didn‘t hurt, then came the shock, the pain racing through his body. It felt like a red-hot poker was stabbed into his nipples, the pain making his heart skip a beat. The man never even stopped to see if he would relinquish and help them, continuing on as if he didn‘t want an answer yet, having too much fun torturing him. The knife sliced across his chest and stomach, James trying to squirm away, but the knife followed every movement, the tip of the blade ripping into his skin. As he sweated, the salty sweat burned the open wounds. Charlie was having fun, but he would rather have fun with Vivian, so he would make short work of James. He sliced the leather belt and the button on his pants, slicing the fine-wool suit pants until his shorts were revealed. Charlie took the end of the knife and sliced through the shorts, back and forth until if fell apart into ribbons of white material. ―GGGLLL, MMMGG,‖ James screaming out, his pants cut from him, his shorts sliced, feeling the sharp pain as the blade of the knife touched his sensitive prick beneath the shorts. The man pulled his shorts away with the tip of his knife until his shrunken cock was revealed. He wouldn’t cut that, would he? Charlie laughed loudly as he lifted up James‘ cock with the edge of the knife, the sharp blade slicing the skin as he made the flaccid organ stand up. He

let it flop back down, but the knife followed it, the sharp tip driving just under the head to slice the frenulum. James‘ scream would have woken the neighbor‘s miles away if it weren‘t for the ball gag. Charlie let the cock fall back down, tiny pricks all over the flaccid flesh, a rivulet of blood coming from beneath the head. He looked at James, tears running down his face like a scared little boy. He didn‘t look so defiant now. ―What do you say now, James? Ready to cooperate or should I start on your balls? Did you know I could cut them off and there wouldn‘t be that much blood? Lots of pain but not much blood.‖ James nodded his head up and down even after Charlie recognized his answer. The slices burned, none more than his cock. He could only imagine how it would feel when he got hard and the dried cuts would tear open again. ―That‘s good, James. Glad to see that you decided to cooperate. You just get comfortable; we have a long time until we need to leave.‖ Charlie was ready for Vivian now, his cock hard. Torture did the same thing to him, making him excited. What man didn’t? All attention turned to Vivian now, both of the intruders looking at her. Mickey was the leader, but Charlie looked like he had a mean streak in him, though she feared both of them. Would they tie me up and leave me for the night? I hope all they wanted was the money in the morning, nothing else. Her mind was already confused about being tied up. Something was different when James took her last night. It made her excited when she was spread out on the bed on her belly, her arms pinned by his hands. It was almost like being tied down. She hoped that the rope Charlie was pulling out of the bag didn‘t make her excited and humiliate her. ―You stay there and don‘t move, Vivian.‖ Charlie‘s cock was so hard, eager to get her bound. ―Hands over your head, wrists together.‖ She moved obediently, but it was probably the knife with James dried blood on it, sitting in plain view that made her so submissive. She felt her breasts rise up as she raised her hands over her head, confused, expecting her hands to be tied behind her, not above her. She tried to suppress the excitement that raced through her body when she felt the first touch of the rough rope around her wrists. Her thighs clenched tight when he tied the rope in a knot, biting deep into her flesh. No, please don’t make me wet, she cried to herself silently. The rope wound around her wrists two more time, each time becoming tighter until she felt a tingling in her fingertips as her blood was cut off. ―Aaaaawwww,‖ she cried when her arms were pulled behind her head and bent in half, her elbows bowed out and almost pointed at the ceiling. The muscles in her shoulders and neck ached as Charlie tied the rope around the top rung of the chair. When he released the rope, Vivian was pinned to the top of the chair. Her back went into spasms, arched unnaturally, her lower back not even touching the back of the chair. She looked at the obscene way her breasts arched, as if she were offering them up to him, and she didn‘t fail to notice Charlie and Mickey looking at them in the same way. ―Good job, I would have never thought of that,‖ her full breasts pointed almost to the ceiling, easily available to them. Mickey knelt at her feet, two lengths of rope in his hand. He grabbed one leg, his large hand able to encircle the small ankle.

Vivian expected her legs to be tied just as her hands, but she should have expected something different. It was hard to feel another man‘s hand on her leg, almost afraid that he would roam along her flesh, or maybe she was wishing that. Instead of tying her ankles together, he wrapped the rope around one ankle, his hand sliding her leg back until he could tie it to the chair leg, but not in the front, tied to the back chair leg. She found the position uncomfortable as soon as he tied the other one, her legs forced to spread unnaturally, pulled back, her crotch sliding forward in the chair. It left her crotch open and vulnerable. Her toes began to grow numb, just as her hands did. She looked over at James, his eyes staring at her bound body, but she, also, saw his naked erection standing up in excitement. He was getting off on seeing her bound as though he wished he were doing it to her. She tried to look over her shoulder, seeing Charlie go behind her, but she could barely turn her head with the tight bondage. Suddenly everything went dark, Vivian panicking, Charlie putting some type of type mask over her head, her eyes blocked, his fingers pulling the mask over her nose. At least she could breathe through her nose and her mouth wasn‘t gagged like James. She feared a big ball gag like that, looking so obscene and painful on James, unable to protest anything they might do to her. ―Don‘t hurt me,‖ she begged. ―I‘ll take care of that,‖ Mickey eager to silence her pathetic begging. He took the ring gag from the bag. It was a large metal ring, covered with leather, this one a brilliant red just like her hair. It smelled of new leather, but Vivian would be the first of many to break it in. She couldn‘t see him now that she was masked, standing in front of her with the ring gag, getting the straps ready to push around her head to hold it in place. She felt fingers on her lips, trying to shut her mouth before one of those balls was shoved in her mouth, but instead, she felt something stretching her lips open, shoved hard and locked under her top teeth, her lips stretched wide until she felt it again on her bottom teeth. She tried to fight it, but hands held her head, fingers jammed into the corner of her mouth until her lower teeth were locked with the rigid contraption in her mouth. It felt like her mouth and lips were being torn off, her mouth open so wide that she couldn‘t control the drool that began to run down her chin. She could taste leather in her mouth. ―AAAAAAWWWW,‖ the only thing that came out of her mouth, unable to say words. At least she could breathe. If the ball gag weren‘t in his mouth, he would be smiling now, James watching as they bound Vivian tight, and now, her mouth stretched open. She probably didn‘t even realize the purpose, too naïve, but the ring gag was big enough to take a good-sized cock in the hole, sure that both of them would be fucking her face soon enough. He couldn‘t help the hard cock he had. Not even the pain of the open wounds on it could take away its arousal. James just wished he had thought of it first. She had never sucked his cock before, James working up to that, but it looked like he was too late. She would learn quickly. Vivian could feel them around her, her vision gone, sound partially cut off by the mask that cloaked her heard. She squirmed when she felt hands on her shoulders, strong, powerful hands that started out kneading them. They began to creep down her front, the rope holding her pinned to the chair, unable to protect her breasts from being mauled. The fingers crept lower, touching the gentle swell

of her cleavage, fingers pushing hard into her flesh. ―AAAWWW,‖ she protested, but she felt the drool running out of her mouth like a baby. Charlie was impatient; his hands curling around her pushed-out tits and grasping them in a firm grip, enjoying the feel of the resilient flesh crushed beneath his fingertips. It had been a while. She tried to squirm away, but the tight bondage gave her little ability to escape him, her breasts thrust up for his pleasure. His fingers pinched the flesh, seeking out her nipples, her anguished squeals making him harder. He finally found one nipple, the flesh beginning to harden, his fingers gripping tight around it as he squeezed. His other hand finally found the other, both of them trapped by his fingers, squeezing and yanking them harshly. His hands were rough, too rough, pinching her delicate flesh, her skin feeling as if they were in a vise. In spite of the pain, his fingers found her nipples already beginning to swell, Vivian shamed at how hard they were becoming, making them easy targets for his searching fingers. It felt like pliers pinching them, twisting them through her blouse, stretching them. Not even James had treated her so rough, at least not her breasts, remembering the way he fucked her hard from behind. She felt her blouse being pulled, the material straining and then his hands were inside, Vivian not sure if her blouse was covering her anymore. Hands dipped into her chemise, finding naked flesh, his callused fingers running over her nipples and making them swell under the shameful touch of a stranger. No man except James had touched her naked breasts. His fingers were cruel, sure that her flesh was bruised by his touch. He would squeeze her bare breast so hard that they were crushed. She felt her chemise tearing, unable to contain his large hands, Vivian shamed as he pawed her in front of everyone, especially her husband. He must be furious at the way Charlie was molesting her. James was enjoying this too much. It was his wife they were molesting, but his cock kept growing as he watched, the other one on the floor at her feet, sure that his hands would be under her skirt in a short time. He could only imagine the shame she was feeling, wishing he could see her face. No, not the other. She felt hands on her legs, starting at her ankles, large, callused hands running up her silky, smooth legs. She tried to move her legs, but the ropes dug deeper into her skin. She couldn‘t close her legs, the ropes keeping her spread as the fingers ran up the inside of her legs. They stopped at her knees for a second, pushing under her skirt to touch her thighs, pushing out, Vivian forced to spread her legs like a wanton whore. They continued to creep up her legs, fingers pinching her tender thighs when she tried to shut them, forced to spread them as they dangerously neared her crotch. ―AAAAGGGHHH,‖ she screamed out in shock through the cruel instrument in her mouth. One hand grabbed her crotch, powerful fingers curling into the lips of her pussy, pushing down hard on her most intimate part of her body. ―Guess you found her pussy.‖ Charlie grabbed both of her nipples, hardened little rocks, squeezing them, her body tensing up in pain. They grew harder in spite of his pinching, driving him to squeeze harder until he heard her muffled cry. She squirmed in the chair, but the tight bondage didn‘t allow her to move more than an inch, the two men‘s hands following her useless struggles.

―Yeah, big, puffy lips. Hell, I think she is even wet.‖ Mickey could feel her lips beneath his fingers, one finger finding the sharp divide of her slit and pushing the silky underpants between them until her lips curled possessively around his finger. He rocked it back and forth, feeling the silk soak up the copious amount of juices that seemed to be flowing from her pussy. This was going to be better than he expected, loving to humiliate a girl with her own arousal and using it against her. He hoped that they could make her cum before they were finished with her. That would be the ultimate humiliation. His finger began to ride up and down her slit. He felt her body jerk when his hand slid down lower, his middle finger going beneath her body, pushing hard until he found the crack in her ass. He felt her buttocks contract around his finger, pushing harder until he was successful in driving between them. He goosed her with his hand, a sharp gagged gasp from her lips, her body jerking up. His fingers were everywhere under her skirt, pawing at her most intimate flesh like a wild animal. Her buttocks were clenching and unclenching uncontrollably when his finger sought out her crack, sliding in it, pushing hard between her cheeks. No one but her husband had ever touched her there and now this complete stranger was trying to touch her in such a terrible place. Why would he want to do such a thing to me? Her breasts were still being molested harshly, not used to having them pinched and prodded until they were bruised. Suddenly, there was silence, hands withdrawn, Vivian afraid of what they would do now. ―I can‘t wait any longer,‖ Charlie eager to test out the ring gag. ―You can have her mouth first; I can find something else I would like to take first.‖ Mickey was interested in busting her virgin ass hole, sure that her husband never sodomized her, not the way she was protesting just his finger between her cheeks. He loved the feel of an ass virgin, the panic and surprise the first time the head of his cock penetrated their rectum. He would savor the moment before he would begin to stroke her ass hole with his cock, penetrating deep into her guts. It didn‘t take Charlie long to get naked, stroking his cock as it jutted out in front of him. He saw the drool running down her chin, the gaping hole of her mouth waiting for his cock. It had been a long time since he had his cock sucked and he never had it sucked involuntarily, making it more exciting. His cock was good sized, two inches thick and over eight inches long, more than enough to shove in her mouth and down her throat, Vivian unable to stop him from doing anything he wanted. He took the leather strap, placing it around her neck, tightening it until he heard her gasp, pinning her to the chair. He straddled her upper body, his legs on each side of the chair. She could sense someone in front of her, but she was too busy trying to breathe, something slipped around her neck, Vivian afraid she was going to choke to death. It dug into her neck, reminding her each time she swallowed, the tightness constricting. It tickled her nose, shocking her, a smell following, unwashed. She felt more, wishing she could scratch her nose as something rubbed against it. No, it couldn’t be. It finally dawned on Vivian the minute she felt something enter her mouth. It was hairy, but soft, filling the inside of her mouth as fingers stuffed it inside. It couldn‘t be his prick, too soft, too hairy,

gagging on the hairs that flooded her tongue. It has to be his testicles, but why would he want to do such a thing to me? ―NO, NO,‖ she cried out silently as she realized why her mouth was forced open. They were going to stick their pricks in her mouth and there was nothing she could do to stop them. One was already feeding her his swollen ball sack, choking her, gagging on the errant hairs that flooded her mouth. She felt hands on the side of her head, his body pressed up against her until she felt his crinkly hairs rubbing on her face in spite of the mask that protected her. Her cheeks swelled as his heavy twin balls filled her mouth until she couldn‘t breathe through her mouth, forced to suck in air through her nose, the foul smell of his unwashed sex filling her nose. Charlie loved it, her cheeks ballooning like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter. His cock bobbed against her nose, holding it out of the way so he could feed both of his balls into her mouth. Her tongue moved to try to escape, but his cock tingled with excitement as it slashed across his ball sack in defense. Reluctantly he pulled his balls out of her mouth, but he stroked the head of his cock around her lips, painting them with the glistening precum that leaked from the head until they shined from the lights of the room. It felt strange—hard, yet rubbery, sure that it was his prick that was rubbing around her lips. At least he took his balls from her mouth, hairs still inside making her choke. She knew it would only get worse, the hot flesh of his prick slowly pushing in the ring gag. She pushed her tongue out of the way as the prick slid into her mouth, feeling it jump when her tongue accidentally touched it before her tongue escaped. It was big, too big, but it pushed farther into her mouth, her tongue trapped beneath the hot flesh of his organ as it filled her mouth. ―God, is she good.‖ Charlie couldn‘t believe the pleasure. Just her hot breath excited his cock, her open mouth so inviting, her wet tongue feeling rough as the head of his cock slid into her open mouth. He began to feed his cock into her mouth, the slightest movement of her tongue making it jerk in unexpected pleasure. He got the head inside her mouth, waiting as her tongue sat motionless beneath it. He won the battle of the wits when her tongue tried to move, rasping along the head as it pushed to the side of her mouth. He angled his cock into her mouth, following her tongue until it rubbed against the head of his cock again. It was in her mouth, Vivian unable to believe that he had done such a thing. It was so hot, the flesh sitting on her tongue. She tried to move her tongue away from it, but he followed her every movement, his prick jumping each time her tongue touched it with even the slightest provocation. She had something new to contend with. Each time his prick jerked, she could taste a salty flavor in her mouth. She knew it was his cum leaking out, Vivian trying hard not to touch his prick to no avail. ―Let‘s see how much you can take, Vivian.‖ Charlie was growing excited, his cock sliding in and out of her hot mouth, running over her tongue. He pushed the head in, not stopping, half of his cock in her mouth. His hand curled around the shaft, pumping it until he felt the tremors of excitement in his balls. He didn‘t hold back, a squirt of cum jetting from his cock in premature pleasure, her wide-open mouth allowing him to see it fall on her tongue. ―There‘s more where that came from, much more.‖

It filled her mouth, going in deeper, Vivian afraid, her gaping mouth a hole for him to put his prick. She felt his hand bang against her chin; sure that he was masturbating his prick in her mouth. She felt the hot fluid splat onto her tongue, the thick paste sitting as she struggled not to move her tongue. Unable to last any longer, she felt the thick cum permeate her mouth with the salty taste, grimacing. Will he cum in my mouth, flooding me with his cum? Of course, he would, that is why he put a ring gag in my mouth. Charlie began to fuck her mouth, his hand going down to the front of her blouse, pushing it aside until he slid his hand in the torn chemise to grip a bare breast. He yanked it out of her chemise, staring down at the bare, white flesh, the thick, brown nipples surrounded by a dark areola. He pinched her nipple, yanking it until it stretched. She mumbled something incoherently, stuffing his cock deeper into her mouth until the thick head banged against the back of her mouth. ―Get it nice and wet, Vivian. It will slide easier down your throat.‖ Charlie was beyond reason, pinching her nipple unmercifully as his hips drove his cock in and out of her mouth, banging against the opening of her throat. A muffled gag came from her gagged mouth as the head of his cock fought entrance, the next thrust not allowing her muscles to force his cockhead out, a powerful shove his cock sent the head into the tight constraints of her virgin throat. She gagged and choked, but Charlie only felt the pleasure as her throat muscles rippled up and down the head of his cock, bringing him such unexpected pleasure. He had never felt anything like it before. Not to be denied his full pleasure, he jerked his cock up and down her throat, refusing to leave the tight hole, each time forcing more of his cock in her throat. Vivian couldn‘t believe what he was doing, her eyes flooded with tears, choking and gagging, her stomach turning over as she fought not to vomit. His prick was lodged tightly in her throat, unable to pull away, dryly scraping up and down her throat until more and more of his prick filled her throat. It felt like a giant snake trying to drive into her belly, and she couldn‘t do anything to stop him. She only hoped that he would climax soon, at least it would end her misery. James tried to hide his pleasure, but his cock jutting up from his lap gave away his excitement. Vivian was taking a cock down her throat, her muffled gags only adding to James‘ pleasure. Charlie was fucking her face hard, never drawing his cock from her throat, each time making her take the full measure of his cock. James could almost feel her muscles rippling along his cock. Vivian didn‘t know it, but as soon as these robbers got their money and left them, she would be tied up again, this time James using her mouth and throat for his pleasure. Charlie didn‘t try to hold it back, his balls aching to unload his cum in her mouth. He held her head submissively even though she couldn‘t move, deserting her naked breast that hung provocatively out her chemise as he fucked her mouth and throat faster and faster as his climax built. ―Gonna cum in your mouth, Vivian.‖ He waited for the muscles in her throat to massage his cock one last time, pulling it from her throat with a loud pop. He pumped his cock as the cum raced up from his balls to shoot out, flooding her tongue and mouth with jet after jet of his cum. It was getting bigger in her mouth, Vivian recognizing that he would soon cum, unable to stop him. She gasped, sucking in precious air through her mouth,

his prick finally pulled from her throat. He pumped his prick, Vivian knowing that he would soon cum, his prick sitting in her mouth as she dreaded the moment. It didn‘t take long, choking as the first jet of hot, thick cum shot out his prick to the back of her mouth with such force that some slid down her gullet. The rest bathed her mouth in a blanket of thick crème, the salty taste permeating her mouth with his foul seed. She never expected to have James cum in her mouth, never mind a stranger, but jet after jet of cum shot from his prick and into her open mouth. His hand held her chin up in the air, Vivian unable to spit it out. ―Swallow my cum, you slut,‖ Charlie‘s shrinking cock resting on her tongue. He could see the milky, white cum cover her tongue. He slapped the side of her face. ―Swallow!‖ He could see her throat moving, his cum slowly running down into her stomach. He waited for a few minutes until he was sure that she swallowed all of it, pulling his slippery, wet tongue over her tongue and lips as he took it out. She gagged as the thick crème slid down into her stomach, feeling it sit heavily inside her. She was relieved when he pulled his prick from her mouth, still unable to close her mouth, but at least his organ was gone. ―GGGLLLG,‖ her mouth suddenly speared by a hot organ again. It couldn‘t be him, too hard, too thick. It must be the other, her humiliation beginning again as she was forced to take another prick in her mouth. He was even more demanding, slapping her face until she moved her tongue over his organ, making her wash the filthy head as it leaked more hot, salty cum on her tongue. Each time she slowed down, her head would be rocked by another slap, until her tongue went to work as vigorously as he required. Her cheek stung from the repeated blows, but no matter what she did, it was never enough for him. Mickey began to work her over, slapping her to make her suck his cock. Next time he wouldn‘t need the ring gag; she would submissively suck his cock or suffer the fate of refusal. He began to fuck her face, driving his cock in and out as if it were her pussy, her tongue never stopping. She learned quickly, pain a good motivator. His cock was longer than Charlie, but just as thick. He slid it down her throat by the third thrust, enjoying too much when Charlie fucked her throat to wait too long. He gripped her head tight as he plunged his cockhead down her throat, savoring all the pleasure as her muscles fought to keep his cock from her airway. ―Use your tongue on the shaft,‖ another slap to the side of her face and her tongue actively went to work again. She‘d be sucking and fucking a lot before they left, so she might as well learn her place quickly. She sucked his prick as though she knew what she was doing, her tongue tired, but she never stopped. Like Charlie, Mickey shoved his prick down her throat until it felt like it was coming out in her stomach. It hurt even worse, her throat rubbed raw by Charlie, Mickey‘s prick just as formidable. He fucked her harder and faster, his prick plunging in and out until she felt her face pressed up against his abdomen, his prickly pubic hairs tickling her nose. He held her pinned as she choked and gagged on his prick, afraid she would suffocate before he released her. He finally pulled away, but his prick never left her throat, filling her round tube with his hard and demanding prick. She thought it would never get over, her tongue tired, her throat rubbed raw. His prick finally popped out of her throat.

―Flick your tongue over the head of my cock when I cum.‖ A sharp slap to her face enforced her obedience, the report ringing out in the room. She had no choice, her tongue slapping back and forth over the head of his prick, her tongue coated with the cum that leaked from the hole. It took only a minute of her tongue working on his prick until the first load of cum shot from his cock. Her mouth was flooded with hot, thick cum, her cheeks ballooning out to contain all the abundant crème, sure that she would be forced to swallow it again. He shot out four times, Vivian not believing that he had that much cum stored up inside him. He finally pulled his prick from her mouth, and like Charlie, her chin was held up high to keep it from leaking out, Vivian forced to swallow it. Her stomach felt full by time she swallowed it all, two men‘s hot cum sitting heavily in her stomach. James looked at Vivian, cum dripping down her chin, her naked tit hanging out. She had just sucked and swallowed the two men‘s cum, and he was sure that they were far from being done with her. Their cocks were already growing hard again, James wishing they would force her to suck him off, his balls aching for release. Vivian was relieved when they started untying her from the chair, though she knew it wasn‘t for her. They wanted more from her; sure they were going to fuck her next. She was most grateful when they removed the evil ring gag from her mouth. When her arms were untied, she couldn‘t move for a moment, her muscles cramped. She finally forced herself to move after she looked down to see her blouse unbuttoned, her chemise ripped, her naked breast hanging out. She turned red as she pushed her breast into her torn chemise, trying to hide it as best she could. She didn‘t know why that made her so embarrassed; the two naked men in front of her should have been enough. ―You have more clothes on than we do, Vivian. Why don‘t you take them off real nice and slow for us?‖ Mickey wanted her to strip in front of her husband. He wanted to humiliate her. Mickey sat down in a chair, stroking his cock, waiting for her to strip. ―Please, don‘t make me do it in front of James,‖ Vivian begged, never seeing the hand that rocked the side of her head. ―Don‘t you learn? Do I have to use my belt on you?‖ Her cheek was beet red where he had struck her, harder than the previous times. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, but her hands were already pulling the tattered blouse off, sobbing gently as she pulled it off and threw it to the floor. The chemise was torn down the center leaving a generous amount of her cleavage revealed, but her hands went to the thin spaghetti shoulder straps, sliding them down, pushing the chemise down and off her breasts. When the chemise fell away, her hands shot up, covering up her naked breasts in a futile attempt, knowing full well they would not allow her to shield them. ―Lace your hands behind your neck, NOW! Mickey shouted out his command when she didn‘t respond immediately. She had to be taught absolute obedience like any trained dog. ―Elbows out, arch your back. You have nice tits; you need to show them off.‖ She felt her naked breasts revealed to them as she got into the position he required of her, her breasts rising up on display. Her nipples felt like hard rocks,

the slightest provocation of air made them spring harder and bigger, Vivian‘s upper body flushed in shame. She was naked to her waist posing as though she were flaunting her body. She waited, fearing the next words from his mouth. James had never seen his wife like this, his erection rising up, his balls aching. He couldn‘t wait for them to get her to strip off the rest of her clothes. ―Very nice, don‘t you think, Charlie? Nice big nipples, but you already knew that. You squeezed them and made them hard.‖ Mickey teased her, her shame increasing with every word that he spoke. ―You can leave your shoes on, but take off the rest of your clothes, Vivian. I want to see that pussy that was getting so wet for me.‖ She began to sob before he was even finished speaking, but her hands were already moving to her waist. They were talking about her as if she weren‘t there, describing the obscene things they had done to her. She had no other choice, the two men had already slapped her so many times that her cheek still stung, and they threatened worse, the knife with James blood on it in plain sight for her to see and fear. Her fingers trembled as she undid the buttons of the skirt, letting it drop to the floor, her chemise already pulled down to her waist, shredded from Charlie‘s impatient hands. She tried not to look at them as she rolled the chemise down over her hips, the tattered garment sliding too easily, falling to the floor before Vivian realized it. She shrieked shrilly in surprise, her hands covering her mound as quickly as she could, her breasts shamefully hanging down like ripe fruit for them to ogle, but she didn‘t have enough hands to cover everything. She wasn‘t quick enough, giving Mickey a good look of the fine red hairs that covered her plump lips. He had never seen a redhead‘s bush before and would soon explore her more intimately, but his cock rose to rigid proportions at the sight of her mound. Her body was covered in the most embarrassing shade of red, her luscious, naked breasts hanging down begging to be touched. She was still crying silently, shamed at stripping naked for them. She would soon get over that. There would be greater humiliation before they were finished with her. ―I need you to stand up straight, Vivian. You have too lovely of a body to slump over.‖ She was still obeying without question as she rose up, her hand barely able to cover her mound when she stood straight. ―Your hands behind your head, Vivian. You know the position.‖ Tears raced down her cheeks as she straightened up, her hands sliding away from her mound, unable to cover herself fully. She looked at the men, all of them looking between her legs, not even seeing her eyes. James was shameless, his naked prick rearing up in his lap in excitement. How can my husband be enjoying my shame and humiliation so much? She closed her eyes as her hands rose up, clasping them behind her neck, feeling her breasts rise up majestically. Her thighs quivered as she kept her legs pinned shut, trying to hide her most intimate body from their prying eyes. She had full hips, muscular thighs that were clenched tight, but Mickey‘s eyes were drawn to the sight of her flaming red bush. The hairs were so fine that he could see the pale white skin of her lips beneath, even the slightest indication of her slit couldn‘t be hidden behind the fine hairs. Could that be traces of her juices that glistened on the red hairs? Was she getting wet in spite of the shame

she felt or maybe because of it? Mickey wanted to see more. ―Bring that wooden chair over. I want you to straddle it with your legs.‖ She picked up the chair, putting out of her head how he wanted her to straddle it, spreading her legs for them, her sex opened up intimately. She placed the chair in front of them and stood next to it. She looked at Mickey, but there was no compassion in his eyes; in fact, she could see the lust in them as they stared between her legs. She did as she had to, backing onto the chair, her legs opening, the chair seat rubbing along her knees, all the time having to spread her legs to accommodate the width of the seat. It seemed so much bigger as she straddled it. She stopped when she hit the back of the chair, not needing to be told again, her arms going up to her neck, her elbows bowing out to the side as she posed obscenely for them. Her plump lips pulled back the more she spread her legs, her pink inner lips revealed as well as the light glistening off the opened flesh. Her pussy had prominent lips that pulled back, fat puffy lips that would take to punishment well. Mickey had never done things like that to a girl before, but he no longer needed permission, he would do anything he wanted, no matter how perverse. ―What a great looking cunt.‖ Charlie‘s voice was excited, his cock even harder than before he came in her mouth. He was going to fuck a red-haired pussy. He loved the way she whimpered, her body as red as her hair, shamed to be stripped naked in front of them. He wanted more, much more. ―Turn and face the back of the chair this time. Straddle it and then bend over the back of the chair and grab the lowest rung you can.‖ Her breasts bounced nicely as she moved off the chair and turned around, straddling it, this time her full, rounded buttocks revealed to the men. You could see the way her buttock muscles were clenched tight as she tried to hide the intimate secrets that lay beneath the sharp crack of her ass. She cried louder as she bent over the chair, Vivian knowing that even more of her privates were being exposed so obscenely. Her buttocks were thrust back as she bent over, her buttocks clenched tight. At least she didn‘t have to see their faces, but she could hear their hands stroking their naked cocks, knowing they were masturbating as they looked at her. ―Relax your buttocks, Vivian, or I‘ll take my belt to them. How would you like that? I‘d make sure that I hit straight up your crack to attack your ass hole and your pussy with the belt. That would loosen up your muscles real quick.‖ Mickey wanted to see everything. She sobbed loudly as she submitted to his humiliating command, her buttocks relaxed, feeling her cheeks parting; the cool air of the evening blowing between her cheeks. It felt terrible, putting all of her treasures on display to these cruel men. The position had revealed all of her womanly charms to the men. Her skin was pale white, almost alabaster, faint traces of freckles on her lower back, the sign of a natural redhead. Her full buttocks revealed the sharp divide, the straddle of her legs leaving the crack open, a sea of white skin except for the tiny, wrinkled brown hole that seemed to wink at the men. It was fresh and pink, sure that nothing had every entered it from the outside, but she would soon learn the pain and pleasure of being sodomized. When they finished with her, the tiny hole

would be red and swollen, testament to the thickness of their cocks. Mickey‘s eyes followed her crack down, to her pussy, plump lips separated, pink inner lips revealed with just a hint of red hairs popping out from behind her spread legs. ―Have you ever seem such a tiny asshole, Charlie,‖ Vivian sobbing louder as he talked about her intimately. ―A truly pink pussy, James‘ hasn‘t taken much advantage of that tight hole. It‘s a shame to waste such lovely holes; it‘s a good thing we came along.‖ Mickey turned to James. ―We‘re going to leave you for a while so Vivian can show us how she can pleasure us with her many holes. We‘ll leave the door open so you can hear her.‖ Mickey walked over to Vivian, slapping her ass cheeks, the sound ringing out in the room, his red handprint impressed on one cheek. ―Into the bedroom, Vivian. You can show us your bed. Grab the rope, Charlie.‖ When she heard the words, the rope, it scared her. Not so much of being bound, but enjoying it. They watched her as she walked naked down the hall, her shoes still rattling on the floor, making her feel even more naked. She wished her breasts would stop moving as she walked, self-conscious of every jiggle of her naked body. Her room was no longer the safe place she always thought it was; these two evil men were going to defile her body in her own bed. At least James wouldn‘t see her being disgraced. She stood in front of her bed, wishing that it wasn‘t so wide or that it didn‘t have the four posters in the corners, already imaging her body spread as James did to her this week, but this time ropes would hold her, leaving the men free to do anything they wanted with her body. ―On the bed, Vivian. On your back. For now.‖ Charlie eager to get her bound. Vivian felt self-conscious as she crawled into the center of the bed, eagerly turning over onto her back. She watched as Charlie took out lengths of rope, almost able to feel them again on her limbs, Mickey taking two lengths. Charlie moved behind her, Vivian knowing enough not to resist, her arms going over her head as her breasts rose up on display. Charlie wasted no time in grabbing one of her wrists, his large hand holding it with ease as they rope dug too tight into her flesh. She felt him tug her wrist to the corner of the bed, her arm stretching, her shoulder joint feeling like it was coming out until he finally tied the rope tight. He moved to the other side of the bed. Mickey was busy, grabbing her leg and yanking it hard to one side of the bed, at least her other leg still free, able to move the free leg in the same direction to keep her legs reasonably closed, her modesty preserved temporarily. Mickey was just as harsh, her toes tingling when the ropes were tied too tight. Charlie grabbed her other arm, stretching it, the ropes running around her wrists, Charlie yanking her arm tight until it felt like her shoulder joints were going to bust. Her body was pulled backward, but Mickey was yanking her other leg before she could stop him. ―AAAGGHH,‖ feeling as if he was splitting her crotch open, her legs spread too wide, the ropes digging into her flesh as he tightened the rope around the last remaining poster. Not even bent over the chair was she as exposed as she was now, feeling the night air blowing between her legs and into her pussy. She tugged on the ropes, only adding to the pain, unable to move more than an inch before the ropes pulled her back. They were both looking down at her, their cocks jerking obscenely in front of them.

They pounced on her like a wounded animal, starting with her breasts. Hands squeezed and pinched her flesh then she felt the beards of the men scraping across her delicate flesh, rubbing her nipples into unwanted hardness. Their mouths came next, biting and sucking on her nipples like hungry babies, her nipples sucked deep into their mouths, stretched painfully long, teeth biting to keep them in place as tongues lashed out at them. She fought the feelings racing through her breasts, but her nipples grew harder. For five minutes, they worked over her breasts over until her nipples were rubbed raw, the slightest touch sending a shiver of pain and pleasure through her breasts. Mouths moved down her stomach, Vivian sucking in her gut as a tongue licked a wet slick along her flesh that cooled instantly in the cool night air. No one, not even James had ever licked there, Vivian‘s thigh muscles clenching uncontrollably as she fought the tight bondage that kept her legs spread submissively. Mickey always wanted to do it to a girl, the chance to do it now. He slapped her pussy, not hard, but he loved the sound of his hand hitting her flesh. Her body jumped, a shrill cry from Vivian, but her legs couldn‘t do anything but stay spread for him. He grabbed her pussy in his hand, his fingers digging harshly into her womanly flesh. ―EEEEEWWWW,‖ she screamed out as much in shock as in pain. It didn‘t hurt so much; it was just a shock to her system that anyone would do such a thing to a woman, not even these men. He had slapped her, right on her mound, his hand making her flesh sting, and now, his fingers curled into her lips as he squeezed her harshly. It was only a moment before a second blow came, this time Charlie joining in as soon as Mickey pulled his hand away. His slap was harder, driving her ass into the soft mattress to escape. She could feel her lips sting and begin to swell, Charlie following Mickey with his hand, gripping her sex, his fingernails digging into one lip until she was sure he drew blood. ―No more,‖ she cried out, but Mickey‘s hand was already heading toward her sex, Vivian bracing for it. He slapped her sex harder this time, her body rocked. Her lips stung, but she, also, felt something else. Something she didn‘t want to admit to or acknowledge. ―I gotta taste that.‖ Charlie jumped between her spread legs, his mouth finding her inner thighs and licking them, pinching them to keep her attention. His tongue ran a long, wet line up to the vee of her legs, teasing close to the edges of her pussy. He inhaled the intoxicating smell of her womanhood, his cock rearing up in anticipation. His hands found her lips, pulling them open until they were stretched wide, licking his lips. He smashed his mouth into her slit, his tongue eagerly lapping at her juices, sliding up and down her inner lips as she cried out in shame. He never let up, his tongue moving all through her sex, exploring her intimately with his wet tongue. She tried to squirm away, but the ropes held her spread submissively, his tongue free to go where he wanted. He made the tip of his tongue stiff, flicking into the tight hole of her pussy, fucking her as if it was his cock. She was begging hysterically, but he never pulled his mouth from her sex. She struggled as his tongue worked her over, going places that she never fathomed a tongue would ever go. His beard scratched her skin until she was rubbed raw, his head moving uncontrollably between her legs. The ropes held

her pinned, unable to stop him, his tongue entering her just as a prick would. He even bit her lips, making her shriek in shock, afraid he would tear them off. ―No,‖ she cried out, his tongue finally finding her pleasure button. It felt like a powerful suction, yanking her sensitive clit and drawing it into his mouth. She felt the sharp pain as it was dragged across his teeth, his tongue waiting as his teeth bit gently down on it. She stopped breathing, afraid he would bite it off. ―AAAGHHHH,‖ never feeling anything like it when his tongue went to work on it. She never thought a tongue was so rough, but it lapped at her pleasure button, hitting it like a punching bag as her body shuddered in unbridled lust. ―AAAAAAHHHHH,‖ Vivian crying out as the orgasm raced through her body before she could stop or even try to comprehend it. The orgasm raced through her body, so powerful that she couldn‘t control it, Vivian ashamed as her pussy unleashed her juices into his mouth, though it didn‘t seem to bother him, his tongue eagerly lapping it up. Charlie was so proud of himself, making her cum with his tongue. He wiped her juices from his lips as he pulled his head up from between her legs. ―You got a sweet-tasting cunt, Vivian. But I need to fuck it now.‖ She didn‘t even finish her orgasm when he pulled away, leaving her unfinished and hanging. Now, he was going to fuck her, and she couldn‘t do anything as he moved down between her legs, fisting his prick as he slid it up and down her slit, gathering up her juices. She felt the giant head pushing inside her, stretching her; thankful at least that she was wet. She grunted when the head popped in, Charlie too eager to stop, feeling more of his prick fed inside her. It slid up inside her like a slimy snake, stopping, pulling out, going deeper, always deeper with each thrust. He was almost sitting up, watching her as he fed his prick inside her. Charlie watched her face and her pussy as she slowly swallowed up his cock. She was tight, very tight, but her orgasm had made her wet, Charlie fucking with his hips as more and more of his cock was slowly encased in her hot, tight pussy. Her muscles clung to his cock, gripping it in a hot blanket that massaged his shaft as he fed his cock inside her. She might pretend to hate getting fucked, but her pussy enjoyed it. Mickey was tired of waiting around. Vivian had already cum, Mickey surprised that Charlie could unleash such lust in her. Now Charlie was beginning to fuck her, Mickey the only one not getting anything from this. Vivian had too many holes available, Mickey kneeling up next to her head. Vivian didn‘t know how she didn‘t see it right away. She was distracted by a strange man‘s prick fucking her and her shameful orgasm from his tongue. She felt a hand on the side of her face, and when she turned, she came face to face with the thick head of a prick looking at her. ―Open your mouth and suck my cock,‖ Mickey‘s voice desperate. She couldn‘t. Even though she had already had them cum in her mouth, this was different. She didn‘t have a choice before, the ring gag keeping her mouth open, the men fucking her mouth and cumming in her, forced to swallow their dirty sperm. Mickey wanted her voluntarily to take his prick in her mouth, and she was sure she wanted him to do perverse things to his prick while it was in her mouth. She clamped her lips shut tightly, refusing to comply. Her head was

rocked by the first blow, not a word said before a second blow knocked her cheek again. She saw stars. When they cleared up, the prick was still poised next to her mouth. ―I said suck my cock, Vivian.‖ Charlie joined in, fucking his prick so hard inside her that it smashed into her cervix with a painful thud. He smiled as he pulled his prick out, sure that he was ready to do it again. She opened her mouth, stretching her neck as Mickey made her beg to take his prick in her mouth. Her lips finally gripped the head, feeling the hot flesh jerk as soon as her lips touched it. It was different from before, his prick never touching her lips, just shoved into her open mouth. It was soft at the same time it was hard, jerking inside her mouth as her lips tightened around it. She moved her head a little farther, feeling her lips slide over the thick ridge and grasp onto the shaft, trapping it in her mouth. She knew what she had to do, her tongue moving, slashing across the trapped head, instantly the salty cum leaked onto her tongue. ―You‘re gonna make a good cocksucker, Vivian,‖ Mickey‘s hands on the side of her head to guide her, feeling her tongue begin to lap at his cock like a cat. He almost came when her mouth came close to his cock, her hot breath blowing on his head, her soft, silky lips encasing the head of his cock in a tight band of pleasure. His hips began to move, driving his cock into her mouth, looking at her face; her eyes wide open in fear, her sweet lips wrapped around his cock possessively, the unmistakable movement of her tongue on his cock pushing out her cheeks. She couldn‘t believe it, two men were fucking her, one between her bound legs and the other one was feeding his prick into her mouth as she sucked him as if she had done this all her life. Two strangers‘ pricks penetrating her body, Vivian bound, stripped naked and raped while her husband sat tied in a chair in the other room, sure that his prick was just as hard as the two that were penetrating her. ―Come on, Vivian, work that pussy on my cock. Squeeze and grip it like you love having my cock split you open.‖ Charlie wanted more from her. He saw the way she was sucking Mickey‘s cock, jealous that she wasn‘t trying to please him in the same way. Mickey slapped the side of her face when she appeared to be less than enthusiastic. That is all it took, her tongue going to work on his cock, Mickey feeding more of his cock into her waiting mouth. ―MMMMGGGGLL,‖ Vivian cried out in shocked disbelief. Charlie had slipped his hand under her butt before she knew it, his finger finding her crack, and the next thing she felt was a cold, wet finger sliding over her anus and suddenly probing into the depths of her rectum. She tried to squirm away, only driving his prick deeper into her pussy. ―Got her attention, huh, Charlie? Now suck, Vivian, and give Charlie the ride he deserves with your pussy. You gotta learn to pleasure us or it can be very painful for you.‖ Mickey shoved his cock deeper into her mouth until he heard her choke when it slammed into the tightness of her throat. ―If you don‘t want my cock down your throat, you‘ll suck me off real good.‖

She did all she could to please him, hard while having a finger wiggling up your backside like an animal trying to burrow into her guts. The prick in her mouth scared her, afraid that at any moment he would force it down her throat, remembering the painful way they shoved it down her throat before. She squeezed her pussy on his prick as he pulled out, feeling his finger trapped by the same muscles, releasing them both when he drove his prick back inside her. She hated what they were doing to her, but she did it to survive. Her pussy was like a hot trap, her muscles gripping his cock so tight that he could barely pull his cock out. He would plunge back in, his finger sliding deeper into her hot, tight asshole, forcing her to rise up to meet his thrusts. He couldn‘t wait to fuck her asshole, but first, he needed to finish off in her pussy. He fucked her faster, the friction almost skinning his cock until he felt it, another load of cum shooting up from his balls to blast her insides with his hot cum. No, she cried as he came in her, Vivian afraid he would make her pregnant. Mickey‘s prick was still in her mouth, not sure if he would cum or would want her pussy next. Another jet of cum filled her pussy, his finger digging in deeper, Vivian forced to milk the cum from his cock with her pussy muscles. He finally stopped fucking her, his prick slipping out, Vivian feeling his juices slide down between her legs. She felt him grab the sheet and wipe his cum from her pussy, knowing that Mickey would soon replace him, another fucking, another load of cum dumped inside her. She prayed she wouldn‘t get pregnant. Mickey pulled his cock out of her mouth, going between her legs, ready to dump his cum inside her. While her mouth was good, he wanted her pussy. He pushed his cock against her pussy, shoving in, half of his cock buried in her with the first shove. She was wet with Charlie‘s cum, but all he needed was to have her work his cock with her pussy muscles. He wet his finger, making sure that she saw it. ―I‘m gonna ride this up your ass. Unless you want two or three fingers stretching you, milk the cum from my cock.‖ Her face pleaded with him, but his hand slid easily underneath her. She tried to clench her cheeks, but his powerful fingers peeled them apart, his finger finding her tiny hole. He shoved hard, half of his finger plunging up her ass hole, her pussy rising up abruptly to take the full measure of his cock in one plunge. He twisted and turned his finger in her ass hole, pushing against the soft walls of her ass hole, teasing the muscles until he felt her pussy go to work on his cock. ―Yeah, like that, Vivian. Give me a good fuck, and I‘ll fill you with cum.‖ She turned when she felt something on the bed. ―No, not that.‖ She gagged when he dragged his wet prick across her lips, leaving a trail of drying cum on them. ―Open up, Vivian. Clean my cock.‖ His cock was already starting to rise up again as her mouth submissively opened. ―Stick out your tongue.‖ She obeyed, sobbing as he rubbed his wet cock across her tongue. ―Good girl, now suck it into your mouth and get your tongue working on it. I want it shiny and slick from the head to the base of my shaft.‖ Mickey fucked her, his finger feeling strange in her backside, not really hurting, just uncomfortable and shameful to have a finger probing her backside. It took him five minutes before he came inside her; by that time she had at least cleaned all the cum from Charlie‘s prick, her mouth filled with the salty taste of

their cum. He didn‘t pull his prick out until Mickey finished fucking her, his cum filling her repeatedly until it dripped down between her legs. They both got off her, untying her, letting her clean up between her legs, hoping they were finished with her. She had her fill of pricks in her mouth and pussy. ―On your belly, Vivian.‖ She sobbed into the blanket as they tied her like before, spread out, but this time, she was on her belly, a pillow thrust under her hips until her butt rose up. She felt her cheeks pulled apart, her anus still throbbing from the unnatural probing of their fingers. They walked out of the room, but not before they said it. ―We‘ll be back in a while. Then one of us will sodomize you, while the other enjoys your mouth. Then we‘ll switch so you can clean my cock. I‘m going to be the first to enjoy your virgin ass hole. It‘s not like your pussy, your ass hole will take the longest cock but not without some painful cramping.‖ They laughed as they left her sobbing in defeat. James saw them come out of his bedroom, both of them still naked, though they were no longer hard. He heard what they said when they came out of the room, Vivian not done with them yet. He hated that they were going to take her in the ass before him. ―Looks like James heard what we were doing to Vivian. Still has a hard cock. Don‘t worry, James. You can have her all you want once we leave. A little bit of rope and she‘ll do anything you want.‖ Mickey teased him as they went into the kitchen to grab a beer. They sat at the kitchen table, naked, guzzling two beers. ―I love making her wait, thinking about what we are going to do to her.‖ Charlie couldn‘t wait to ass fuck her, even though he had to wait for Mickey first. Vivian tugged on the ropes that held her split open, her ass thrust up submissively, waiting for them to come back. She had already felt fingers in her ass and they were big enough, unable to fathom having something as big as their pricks shoved up her backside. In spite of the fear of being sodomized, the ropes and the helplessness of the situation somehow made her pussy wet, Vivian ashamed. The men had taken her ruthlessly, her mouth and pussy subjected to their pricks. She heard the soft footsteps of their bare feet as they came back in, Vivian pushing her face into the bed, not wanting to face the reality of the situation. She was facing away from them, but Mickey didn‘t really care. His cock was already jutting out, bouncing as he walked. He took the small jar of lubricant, turning the lid and pulling it off. He put it down on the bed beside her. ―SSSSLLLAAAPPPP!‖ The loud report of his hand hitting her ass cheek rang out in the room. There was a muffled whimper, her cheeks clenching erotically, but that was all. Her cheek turned a bright red. He didn‘t want her other cheek to feel neglected, slapping her other cheek equally hard. His hands roamed over her ass cheeks, feeling the heat from his slap. He scooped up some of the lubricant onto his finger, one hand holding her cheeks apart, her tiny ass hole hiding between them. It was slightly red and swollen, too many fingers already probing it. It would have to stretch to take their cocks.

He spanked her like a little girl, her cheeks burning. She heard the metal lid opening, thankful that he was probably going to use something to make it easier for his prick, but she knew no amount of lubricant could make the stretching go away. Her cheeks clenched when she felt a cold finger touching her anus, the finger moving as soon as it touched her anal pad, spreading the cool, slick lubricant around her anus. She knew it was coming, the finger pressing harder, her anus fighting the pressure until her tiny ring collapsed beneath the power of his finger. It didn‘t hurt, just the humiliation of having a man stick his finger up her backside was bad enough, an uncomfortable feeling of having something entering a hole not destined to be entered in this manner. It pushed hard against the soft walls inside her, her cheeks clenching as it entered her rectum. ―Damn, tightest ass hole I ever felt. I can only imagine what it‘s going to feel like once I get my cock inside her. She‘ll probably skin me alive.‖ Mickey continued to probe her ass hole, his slick finger never stopping as he twisted and turned it inside her hot ass hole. Her muscles fought him when he pressed too hard, but his finger continued to do its job, lubricating the tight passage for something much bigger. He pulled his finger almost all the way out, watching as her anal ring stretched around his knuckles, then pushed in again, this time two fingers spreading her anal ring wider, a muffled gasp from her lips as he pushed his slick fingers inside her. ―Feels rather big, Vivian?‖ He pushed his fingers inside her until he was in her rectum again, stretching the two fingers apart as he spread her deep inside. The only noise you could hear was the sound of slick fingers sliding in and out and an occasional gasp from Vivian when Mickey would bang the tip of his finger into the soft muscles of her ass hole too harshly. She was ashamed, her ass thrust up in the classic arched and available position, her legs spread wide to leave all of her holes open. His fingers moved relentlessly inside her, lubricating her insides from something much bigger and longer. There was only occasional pain when his fingernail would slice her inner walls, but she still couldn‘t control the spasms of her muscles from the penetrating fingers. She felt a momentary relief when he pulled his fingers from her ass hole, but she knew it would only get worse now. She felt the mattress sinking as he got on the bed, feeling his knees between her widespread thighs. She could almost feel his body looming over hers; almost feel the heat from his prick only inches from her greased anus. Mickey poised his body over hers, holding his cock in one hand, supporting his body with the other as he clamored to lay on her. Her cheeks clenched on his cock when he pushed it between them, his cock twitching when her buttocks encased it in a tight grip. He held still, enjoying her involuntary grip, hoping that her ass hole would also perform the same pleasurable sensations once he was fully inside her. He finally fought her, his cock head sliding up and down her crack until her cheeks finally surrendered their passionate embrace. He pushed the head of his cock down until he felt the slick hole, unable to see the tiny hole beneath the massive head of his cock. She braced for it, every muscle in her body taut, feeling the hot flesh of his prick sliding between her cheeks until it finally settled on her anus. It felt huge, sitting like a log ready to pierce her, panic in Vivian‘s body as she came face to

face with the reality of the situation. It was just a fantasy before, now the day of reckoning was upon her. At first, it was just the gentle pressure, like his fingers, her anal ring forced to stretch slowly to accommodate him. His prick felt hard and soft at the same time, her ring engulfing the thickening head millimeter by millimeter as the pressure began to build in her backside. She half expected him to thrust inside her and rape her guts, but he was patient, almost too patient, the suspense terrifying, the unknown almost as bad as the reality. Mickey looked down, savoring the way her ring was spreading wide to take his cock inside her; Mickey fighting the urge to fuck her with one mighty thrust. He wanted her to feel every inch of his cock as he ass fucked her. Her ring took half of his cockhead, but there was much more to go, the thick meat sliding inside her, her ring forced to spread wide to take him. He had to continue pushing, her muscles trying to keep him out. He heard her groan, spurring him on, his hips shoving more forceful, his cock pushing harder into her tight hole. It came suddenly. One minute her muscles were trying to force him out, the next minute his cockhead finally breached her ass hole, sliding through her anal ring, her ring collapsing around the less thick shaft beneath the ridge. It felt like a giant rubber band gripping his cock just beneath the thick ridge. It felt like a death grip on his cock. ―EEEEHHHH,‖ the shocked gasp drawn from deep inside her. She never felt anything like it. One minute he was stretching her, the next her anus seemed to capture his prick and draw it into her depths. It felt like a giant log sitting inside her rectum, stretching her too wide, the spasms in her anus rippling through her body. She trembled in fear, his body still on top of her, Vivian not sure when he would try to enter her deeper. She never felt so stretched, more uncomfortable and unnatural than the genuine pain. Mickey couldn‘t believe how hot and tight her ass hole was. He made his cock twitch repeatedly, her muscles contracting on his cock each time it moved inside her. Her ass hole seemed to know just what to do to make his cock feel good. He couldn‘t wait any longer, his hips pushing his cock urgently inside her. He didn‘t wait long, his twitching prick setting her inside muscles fluttering furiously, her buttocks clenching uncontrollably as though she was enjoying have a foot-long log shoved up her backside. She felt the tremendous pressure as his thick prick was opening up her guts, sliding inside her like a giant snake. She couldn‘t control the spasms in her muscles as they tried to force out the invader, her stomach churning. It felt like she was trying to swallow a pig. Mickey pulled back so he could see her ass hole slowly swallowing up his cock, her tight anal ring sliding over the shaft of his cock. He fed her about an inch more of cock until he couldn‘t overcome her powerful muscles, pulling out, her ring spread tight just beneath the head of his cock, Mickey pausing before thrusting back in again. He shoved harder to beat her muscles into submission, an inch of cock; another inch following before her muscles fought him off, stopping him. The uncomfortable feeling became painful, the thick prick filling her round passage, stretching and teasing at her muscles as it fought its way inside her guts. She couldn‘t believe he was really doing this. He was pushing his prick inside her

guts. It burrowed its way inside her, stretching and tearing her as it filled her with his man flesh. ―AAAGGGGHH,‖ she cried out. Another grunt from her made his cock twitch in pleasure, her ass hole gripping his cock in a warm blanket of erotic clenching. ―I bet you never had anything that big inside you before, Vivian.‖ Mickey shoved hard with his cock, two more inches of cock speared up her ass hole, her head shooting up from the mattress as she gasped in pain. He had over six inches of thick, hard cock in her ass hole, Vivian beginning to sob with every thrust of his cock. She finally looked over at him, her tear-stained face pleading with him as his prick tore into her virgin passage. He smiled at her, his cock pulling out slowly, feeling like her guts were being dragged out by the powerful suction of his cock head. ―Please,‖ she begged, ―no more.‖ She was too late, his hips already thrusting forward, his prick opening up her guts as he pushed back in. Her guts would collapse when he pulled out, forced to stretch painfully open again when he thrust back in. Each time more and more of his prick filled her bowels until she felt his balls slapping against her pussy from behind, the heavy ball sacks hitting her hard. He was all the way inside her, his cock jerking and twitching deep in her guts, Vivian shamed to have a man‘s organ filling her backside in such an unnatural act. ―You have it all, Vivian. I bet you love having a cock up your ass hole. I‘m sure James is hard thinking of doing the same thing to you once we leave you. You‘re going to find yourself bound on your belly and ass fucked by James often. You must learn to give me the pleasure I need to cum in your ass hole. When I pull out, clench your muscles on my cock. Relax them when I thrust in so I can fuck you hard and deep.‖ She couldn‘t believe what he wanted from her. After raping her ass, he wanted her to pleasure him so he could shoot his filthy sperm up her backside. He began to fuck her with his prick, drawing out and thrusting back in, first an inch, then two, then three until he was finally fucking her ass hole with the full measure of his cock. It felt like it was coming out her mouth each time he went deep inside her, her muscles forced into submission by his powerful thrusts. Her anus burned; the thick head of his prick teasing at the tightly stretched ring each time he pulled out, only to thrust back in with a powerful thrust that forced the air from her lungs as she cried out. She felt his hands digging beneath her hips, forcing her to rise up and take his prick deeper, the fingers squirming until they found her mound, a thick finger sliding between her pussy lips, the tip pushed hard onto her pleasure button. He ground his fingertip on her clit, pushing it hard into her pelvic bone as his heavy weight pressed her body onto his pinned hand. It felt like her clit was being crushed by the powerful force of his finger, but he ground it from side to side until she felt an unexpected pleasure racing through her body. No, she refused to accept any pleasure from him, but his finger teased at her clit as the blood-engorged organ swelled. It hurt when he pushed it into her pelvic bone but excited it when it sprung free of his finger momentarily until he captured it again. Her body went from pain to pleasure; all the while his hips became frenzied, fucking her ass with powerful thrusts that burned her guts from the friction.

At first, he didn‘t feel anything different, but then he noticed a change once his finger went to work on her clit. Her hips would thrust up, barely discernable, but he could tell when he pulled his cock from her ass hole. Her muscles began to ripple up and down his cock as he pulled it out as though she didn‘t want it to leave. It felt like hundreds of tiny fingers running over his shaft, the head of his cock gripped in an almost death grip by her muscles as if she were afraid it would pull free and leave her empty. When he pushed back in, her buttocks relaxed, Mickey able to put all his force behind each thrust, sending his cock deep into her guts until he felt it deep in her bowels. He paused shortly, eager to feel her muscles working on his cock as he neared the time to cum in her, his balls aching. Vivian was confused, her body going from pain to pleasure until they were mixed, Vivian unable to or not wanting to distinguish between them. She refused at first, but the more he manipulated her clit, the more amenable she became, gripping his cock with her muscles. Her insides felt like they were being rubbed raw, the head of his prick teasing at her insides. Suddenly, she was confronted by a new menace, feeling the bed stir beneath her, raising up her head just as she felt hands on the sides of her head. She found herself face to face with the thick, purple head of another prick, the tip glistening with the leaking cum that dripped from the single eye in the head. She forgot all about Charlie, but he didn‘t, his hand on her chin lifting her head up, his hips shoving forward until she felt the hot flesh of his prick on her lower lip. She knew better than to refuse him, her lips parted slightly as the head of his cock slowly forced its way between her reluctant lips. She knew what she had to do, more worried about having to take Mickey‘s soiled prick in her mouth after he fucked her in the ass. But she had to concentrate hard on pleasing the two men in her body, one in her ass requiring her to squeeze and milk the cum from him, the other in her mouth, her tongue already gathering up the leaking juices, the familiar taste of salty cum covering her taste buds. Charlie‘s hands were strong on her head, holding her pinned in a tight grip as he fed more and more of his hard prick into her mouth. No matter how many times she sucked him, he couldn‘t believe the pleasure he felt. She might have just learned to suck cock, but she took it to heart, her tongue, lips and mouth doing all the right things to his cock. Just her hot breath on his cock made it rock hard, but her tongue lapping at the head forced little spurts of cum to spit out onto her waiting tongue. She sucked his cock deep in her mouth, even as his hips thrust it in, her tongue never stopping as it raced over the head and shaft of his cock. He struggled not to cum, wanting instead to dump his cum in her ass hole as Mickey readied to do, Charlie watching as his cock sliced in and out her split cheeks. He was pumping her ass hole vigorously, making her take the full measure of his cock until his balls slapped hard into her from behind, but she took every powerful thrust, her ass arching up as if begging for more cock. The two of them worked her over, fucking her mouth and ass hole with powerful thrusts that seemed like they were trying to have their pricks meet some place deep inside her body. She knew that Mickey was nearing climax, his rapid breathing, his frenzied thrusts all building up to the moment when he would unleash his cum deep in her bowels. She feared the shame of that the most, but

she knew she couldn‘t do anything to stop them. He shoved in hard, feeling as though his prick was bigger, the head swelling as he cried out in pleasure. His prick shoved deep inside her, jerking and twitching. She felt it, shameful jets of hot cum bathed her guts. He pulled out, then thrust back in, another jet of cum blasting her insides, his prick sliding in the slick passage as it shoved deep in her guts, feeling her belly swell with his abundant crème. He felt her insides nipping at his cockhead when he unleashed the first torrent of cum inside her. It only fueled his lust, another jet of cum filling her tight passage as he fucked back in, spewing his cum as he bore deep into her bowels. He paused deep inside her, her insides clenched on his cock, a third jet of cum shooting out, unbelievable pleasure racing through his balls as he emptied his cum into her ass hole. He stayed deep inside her, feeling her milking the last of his leaking cum. She choked on the prick in her mouth, but the humiliation in her ass was worse as his prick flooded her stomach with hot, salty cum that burned her raw passage. She couldn‘t believe how much cum he dumped in her, load after load filling her belly, Vivian forced to milk his prick as though she was enjoying the shame of being sodomized. Mickey rested on her, his softening cock still nestled tightly in her ass hole. He didn‘t pull out; staying until he felt her muscles begin to work on his prick, clenching and unclenching as it slowly forced his semi-erect cock from her ass hole. He was getting hard again by the time the head of his cock was finally pressed out of her anus, feeling the muscles grip it so tight before it expelled it from her ass hole with a loud fart. His wet cock left a trail on her ass cheeks before he pulled off her, Charlie pulling his hard cock from her mouth as they readied to change places. She couldn‘t stop her muscles in her ass from going into spasms as the prick left her empty, her anus still fluttering open until it finally began to shrink down. It still felt like she had a prick inside her. Charlie pulled his prick from her mouth, Vivian taking deep breaths to fill her lungs, knowing that she would have to take Mickey‘s soiled prick in her mouth and clean it before she was done with it. She felt Charlie between her legs, his prick pushed up against her anus. In less than an hour, she was being readied to be sodomized for a second time, the head of his prick sliding easily in her cum-soaked passage. It almost felt natural when the head of his prick was in her rectum, twitching in excitement as she gripped it as she was taught to do. He didn‘t wait long, thrusting his prick into her ass, fucking her with deep strokes that gave her cramps when he was in too deep, pulling out, her insides collapsing behind the massive cock. In four strokes, he was making her take the full measure of his prick. She shut her lips tight, refusing to take Mickey‘s prick in her mouth when she saw the soiled organ dance in her face. She couldn‘t do such a despicable thing. Mickey rubbed his wet cock on her lips until they glistened with the drying cum. ―Lick it clean.‖ He clamped her nose so tight that tears flowed from her lips, waiting patiently until her lungs grew starved for air. Charlie continued to pound into her ass hole, her body jerking each time he took another powerful thrust that buried his cock deep in her bowels. He saw her eyes relent before her lips opened, his cock poised on her lips, sliding easily on the wet flesh as she

opened her mouth to suck in precious air. He popped it inside her mouth, sitting it on her tongue. She was seeing stars, her head growing cloudy as her lungs grew starved for the precious air that he was depriving her. Charlie continued to pound his prick into her ass, his hand sliding under her body to find her clit as Mickey had done, this time his hand not as brutal as Mickey‘s, Vivian trying to fight the pleasure that he was trying to induce in her. She did what she had to do, opening her mouth, finding her mouth filled with his soiled prick, licking it, the foul taste filling her mouth, gagging from the filthy act he was requiring of her. She began to hump her ass up on Charlie‘s cock, his finger igniting a pleasure in her that she couldn‘t contain. The tight bondage, the forced humiliation, and the sodomizing pricks all fueled her arousal until she felt an orgasm growing in her body. Even the prick in her mouth was clean and growing more erect with each swipe of her tongue, the prick in her ass moving easily up and down her passage. It was only a couple more minutes, Mickey‘s prick suddenly forced down her throat, Vivian gagging as she relived the throat fucking they had given her before. The prick in her ass was ready to cum, feeling like a huge log growing thicker in her ass. Then it hit her like a bolt of lightening, the finger pinching her clit, the shooting pain turning to pleasure as soon as it reached her brain. The prick in her throat, the one in her ass and the finger on her clit sent her over the edge, the explosive orgasm racing through her body just as the prick in her ass swelled and flooded her guts with gallons of hot cum. Mickey shoved his cock farther down her throat when he felt her cumming. ―Give it to her, Charlie. The bitch is cumming.‖ Charlie didn‘t need any encouragement, jetting his cum in her with ease. James heard them, knowing what they were doing to her and now knowing her secret. The bitch had cum while being bound and ass fucked. What a whore she turned out to be. A little rope and she were taking two men on at once and cumming like a street whore. As much as he cheated on her, he never expected her to act as she was now. It wasn‘t respectable of her, what would people think if they found out? The men finally came out, still naked, Vivian following behind them like a lost dog, a thin robe hiding her naked body beneath it. The men grabbed their clothes, each one taking a shower while the other watched Vivian. The sun would be coming up soon, time to go to the bank and make a withdrawal. Vivian was tied to a chair in the kitchen, a gag in her mouth. ―We‘ll be back soon and then you and James can get back to your lives. Charlie is going to make sure that James keeps his end of the bargain. If we aren‘t back in an hour, you know what to do.‖ Charlie was already sharpening his knife in front of the both of them. ―You ever seen a woman skinned alive. Not a pretty sight. What would the townspeople say if the bank president let that happen to his pretty wife?‖ Mickey sat in the back seat of James car, even newer than his stolen one. Maybe they should swap before they escaped. James did as he was told, just as obedient as his wife, pulling into the back of the bank, opening up the door to let them both in. It took only a couple of minutes for him to open the safe, Mickey

smiling brightly when he saw the piles of crisp, green cash wrapped so neatly in bands and piled high on a shelf. James filled the three bags, more than enough, Mickey didn‘t want to be too greedy. They left the bank and locked it within fifteen minutes of arrival, taking the empty road out back to James‘ house with ten minutes to spare. Mickey transferred the cash bags to their car before going in, his gun in James‘ back as they walked in the front door. You could hear them in the other room. Vivian was no longer tied in the chair, Charlie and Vivian naked on the dining room table, their bodies in opposite directions, Charlie on top, Vivian on the bottom. You could see Charlie‘s cock buried deep in Vivian‘s throat, but no matter how much he was choking her, the pleasure of his tongue between her legs was more overpowering, her hips wiggling back and forth in erotic pleasure. James walked in just at the opportune time, Vivian and Charlie cumming at the same time. Charlie had pulled his cock from her throat, but her mouth was eagerly drinking all the cum that he dumped into her swelling cheeks, her throat bobbing as she tried to swallow his abundant crème. She would have been screaming in pleasure if her mouth wasn‘t so busy, but you could see the way her body bounced against Charlie‘s face and tongue that she was cumming with equal vigor. And there was no bondage that was making her perform for him. She looked up when Charlie got off her, his cum dripping down from her lips, her pussy glistening from her orgasm. She didn‘t even know how it happened. One minute Charlie had untied her, the next she found herself on her own dining room table eagerly sucking his prick as he gave her such delicious pleasure from such an experienced tongue. It knew everywhere to go, exploring her intimately, touching her in places that she didn‘t even know existed. Before she knew it, she was cumming with him, both of them enjoying it. James was looking at her with a look of disgust on his face. ―Lousy two-bit whore. You probably been fucking everyone, and I never knew it,‖ James spit out at her. ―You loved what these monsters did to you. I heard you cumming while getting ass fucked.‖ Mickey had to hold her back, Vivian fuming at the accusations of her husband. She knew he was fucking every skirt in town while she stayed at home and took care of him and his house. She was raped in all her holes, all because of his job at the bank and he blamed her for it. She wanted to kill him. ―I think we better tie these two up or they‘ll kill each other and we‘ll be the blame.‖ Mickey grabbed James and threw him into the chair, the rope already ready. It didn‘t take long to get his arms tied to the chair behind him. ―I think naked like before. Let others see them like that.‖ Mickey laughed as he pulled James‘ pants and shorts down. He might be pissed at his wife, but the sight of them had still made him hard. ―I‘ll bring the car around, you tie up Vivian and I‘ll meet you around the front.‖ Mickey was already out the back door, grabbing their things and throwing them into the trunk, eyeing the bags of money. He turned the car on, the motor zooming to life as he backed out the driveway. All they had to do was drive for a couple of hours and get into Arkansas where they could find a nice place in the hills to hide out for a while. He pulled the car in the front, the other door open for Charlie. Even with the engine running, he could

hear the shrill cry of a man in horrific pain. He left the car running, his revolver drawn, expecting the worst. Mickey stopped dead in his tracks when he saw it. He never saw so much blood in his life or such a gruesome sight. It wasn‘t Charlie, but James. Charlie had just knocked the bloodied knife from Vivian‘s hands as she stood over him. ―Call me a whore, will you. You fucked everyone in town and thought I never knew. See what you can do with this now?‖ She picked up what was left of his bloodied cock, sliced off by the long, sharp blade that Charlie had carelessly left on the table, shaking it in James face. ―Let‘s get out of here quick,‖ Mickey shouted at Charlie. ―Take me with you,‖ Vivian pleaded with him. ―It‘s all your fault, and I‘m not going to jail for you.‖ She was right, but a woman was not in their plans. This was the one time that Mickey had a soft spot in his heart. If nothing else, they could always dump her anywhere along the way. ―Okay, but keep her away from anything sharp,‖ Mickey fearing for his own manhood if he crossed her. ―Thanks, I wouldn‘t let you down. Now help me with him.‖ Vivian grabbed a rag and stuffed in on James groin to stem the flow of blood. ―We‘re not taking him.‖ He wouldn‘t last an hour before he bleed to death. ―What do you care?‖ ―I don‘t want him to die. We‘ll drop him in front of the Doc‘s house; it‘s only up the road. He‘ll never know what happened until we are far away,‖ James already passing out from the pain. ―I want James to remember me every time he sees a pretty girl, and his sexless body refuses to become aroused.‖ She was mean, that was for sure. They piled James into the back seat of the car with Vivian, driving a short distance before they pulled up in front of the Doc‘s house, Vivian tossing James body out like a bag of garbage. They leaned on the horn as they sped off, the Doc coming out as soon as he saw the slumped and bloodied body on his doorstep. They drove for hours, never stopping until they reached the Arkansas border, not a word was spoken.

Chapter 4 The Gang Grows They slipped into a seedy motel on the outskirts of a small town in Arkansas. It was off the beaten path, a good place to hide for a few days until they could figure out how much heat there was looking for them. The law was still drawn into their own borders, few straying out to neighboring states to apprehend criminals. ―A couple of nights, two rooms,‖ Mickey throwing out a shiny new bill to the old man behind the counter. He looked at it as if he had never seen a twentydollar bill in his whole life. ―I don‘t have change for such a big bill,‖ holding the bill up to the light to check to see if it was real. ―Tell you what, I noticed the bar next door serves food. Get us three chicken dinners and a three beers and send them up to the room and we‘ll call the change a tip for your trouble. And your silence. My sister‘s out in the car, and we grabbed her from her abusive husband. Should have killed the bastard for what he did to her, but I left him alone. I don‘t want him following us. Think you can do that for us?‖ He tested the bill again, sure that it was genuine. ―I don‘t know a thing. We take to our privacy out here.‖ The old man, also, saw the bulge beneath the well-dressed stranger. He was packing. ―I‘ll have the food up to you in half an hour.‖ He handed him the two keys. ―No need to sign the register.‖ He winked to him. He wouldn‘t have to pay taxes on the money either. He didn‘t care too much for the revenuers taking all his profits. ―Anything you want, you just call and ask for Jake. Been around here since the dawn of the world and can find you anything you want.‖ He paused for a second. ―For a price.‖ ―We‘re going to get along okay, Jake.‖ Mickey laughed as he walked out of the lobby into the night. The gaudy motel blinked brightly in the night, the red O dark on the sign. Mickey pointed to the stairs at the dark end of the building. ―Park around the side, out of sight. Top floor,‖ he told Charlie. Mickey walked over to the stairway, looking around as if any second the police would pop out of the shadows with guns drawn. The motel was probably empty, only the porch lights on the five rooms on each floor illuminating the darkness. The bar next door was a different story, at least twenty broken-down cars and pickups held together with rope littered the parking lot as if it were a junk yard, Mickey betting that they would somehow drive their drunken owners home after last call. He at least held expectations that the bar served good country cooking. He opened the room as he heard Vivian and Charlie coming up the steps. Charlie was hauling the three bags of money, Vivian bringing their two suitcases. What a predicament. They couldn‘t leave her to face the consequences of what she did to her husband, a twinge of conscious hitting Mickey at the wrong time. They just had to figure out what to do with her now. They could always give her some money, put her on a bus to Atlanta and be rid of her.

Vivian still had blood on her hands, unable to wipe it all off in the car before it dried. She needed to take a shower first before anything else. ―Can I have the key to my room?‖ She saw the two keys in Mickey‘s hand, at least he was gentlemen enough to get her own room in spite of the fact that both of them had raped her in every hole she had. ―I‘m not going to give you a separate room. I don‘t want to find you gone in the morning and the police at my door, you singing for your freedom. You‘ll stay here with me.‖ Never mind he didn‘t trust her with his own life. He saw what she did with the knife. She had an evil streak in her, and after what they did to her, he was afraid for his own manhood. ―Aren‘t you afraid I‘ll slice off your prick when you‘re sleeping?‖ She showed him her bloodied hands. In spite of her threats, his cock still rose to the occasion when he looked at her in the light, remembering the pleasure he had in her mouth, pussy and ass hole. It was almost better than the money they got in the heist. And so easy. ―I‘d be careful, lots of desolate land around here. A body could be dumped and not found until the winter snow melts next year.‖ As much as she tried to show her bravado, she still feared the two men, and she had to figure out what she would do now that she was a criminal on the run and no prospects for a job or money. These two lowlife crooks were her only chance. She saw what they had done and the bags of money sitting carelessly on the bed. ―I have to wash this blood off.‖ She was glad that she at least grabbed a few pieces of clothes before she left. ―Bathroom‘s in there. Leave the door open a crack.‖ Mickey took off his jacket and tie, the revolver still in his shoulder holster. ―You take the other room, Charlie. Drop off your bags and come right back. Food should be here directly.‖ Vivian grabbed her meager possessions and went into the bathroom. In spite of having been raped by both men, she was still embarrassed to leave the door open, even a crack. She turned her back to the door as she undressed, the shower already spewing out hot water and steam, beckoning her to rid her body of any traces of the evil act she had committed. Mickey sat in the chair, conveniently placed so he could see in the crack in the bathroom. He just wanted to make sure he was safe he tried to convince himself, but he stared at her as she undressed. His cock grew erect when he saw her naked ass, the same ass they he laid on as he drove his cock between her cheeks and up her ass hole. He had never felt such pleasure before, the hot, tight ass hole surrounding his cock in a blanket of pleasure that no pussy could ever duplicate. Bank robbery had lots of great side advantages, especially the way they did it. He couldn‘t wait for the next one. This time they would bring more ―toys‖ to amuse their victim with. Charlie was back, dropping off his suitcase and racing out the door. He wanted to see the money, count it and play with it. He had peeked in one of the bags, seeing more money than he had ever seen before. Thirty percent was his, Mickey getting seventy percent. Now, they had Vivian, Charlie refusing to give up any part of his share for a skirt. If Mickey wanted to, that would be his decision. Charlie went directly for the money, but not before he stopped in front of the bathroom door, seeing a naked Vivian silhouetted behind the shower curtain, his

imagination already taking over. Maybe tomorrow she could stay in his room. He would make sure she was tucked in nice and secure for bed, his bag of rope in his room. ―Not until the food gets here, I don‘t want that old codger coming in here and seeing stacks of money on the desk.‖ Charlie was already heading for the bags of money. The both looked to the crack in the door when the shower turned off, all eyes watching as Vivian got out of shower. She must have sensed them watching, turning her back and putting a towel around her but not before they saw her red bush and her ass cheeks. It took another few minutes for her to come out. She didn‘t have any make up, so it didn‘t take long to finish up. She slipped on the dress, a long row of buttons up the front, only a slip underneath. She almost felt naked with the dress on, not sure why. She stepped out of the bathroom just as the knock came to the door. She looked at the door, a frightened look on her face. ―Settle down, it‘s just the food.‖ Mickey got up and opened the door. He was surprised when a young, good-looking girl stood with a tray of beers and three bags of food, the smell of chicken instantly drifting up Mickey‘s nose. She didn‘t expect them to be so handsome, expecting some farmers or salesmen passing through. ―Jake sent these over. He‘s getting too old to climb the stairs.‖ She stood waiting, another man looking out at her. She felt a little better when she saw a woman sitting down at the only table in the room. She was beautiful, a lady of upbringing. You could see the class in her. ―Put them on the table.‖ Mickey‘s eyes followed her as she walked in. She was over eighteen, but barely. She was pretty but not beautiful. She was wearing a simple polka dot dress, more buttons then he would like to put up with. Her shoes were the usual waitress shoes, covered in dry beer. She had an apron around her waist, but it only made her ass more exciting, the ties in the back swaying sensuously with the swing of her hips. ―What‘s your name, sugar?‖ Mickey held out a five-dollar bill in front of him. ―For your trouble.‖ He picked another five out of the wad of bills he had in his pocket. ―Give us an hour and bring us six more beers. For the beers.‖ ―Sarah. We close in half an hour, will that be okay?‖ Mickey handed her the two five-dollar bills, his hand touching hers. He looked into her eyes. ―That would be just fine. See you soon. Sarah.‖ She left the food, but her hips swayed more pronounced or was Mickey just imagining it. The door shut, Charlie locking it quickly. He raced over to the bags of money, dragging one over to the table. They devoured the food in record time, crime made them hungry. It was good, just as Mickey expected. County folk knew how to cook. Maybe this might be a nice place to find a cabin in the hills. They were far enough from the big cities and the folks seemed to mind their own business. Mickey threw the remnants of dinner in the trashcan, Charlie filling the table with neat rows of piled money. ―From the looks of it, should be over ten thousand.‖ Mickey couldn‘t believe their good fortune. They could almost stop and retire someplace, but it was the excitement of the robbery that would draw them back. And the rape of

the wives. Okay, maybe more the rapes. Mickey had never felt such excitement when he had Vivian tied up and the two of them took her in all her holes, forcing her to suck their cocks, even after he had fucked her in the ass. He began to imagine the more perverted things he could do to their victims, the ropes making them helpless slaves. What would it feel like to be in a girl’s pussy while I was inflicting pain on her, her insides clenching on my cock as though she was enjoying it? Vivian didn‘t seem to be worse for wear. Her name brought back the reality of the situation. What to do with her? She knew she had to say something before they made up their minds without her. ―I want to be part of your gang.‖ She blurted it out, seeing the surprised look on their faces. ―You two look like a couple of gangsters on the run. At least with me, you wouldn‘t stand out like a sore thumb. I can carry my own weight.‖ ―Yeah, what are you going to do? You‘re not very threatening.‖ Charlie didn‘t want her in the gang, worrying about his share. ―You want to see what I can do with a knife, Charlie,‖ she threatened him. Charlie backed up in the chair, making sure that a knife wasn‘t near her. He didn‘t trust her after seeing what she did to her husband‘s cock. No way would he ever want to be on the other side of her anger. Mickey couldn‘t deny that she had a mean streak in her. To cut off her husband‘s cock just because he called her a whore was a little extreme. Good thing she didn‘t think much about the two men that had raped her repeatedly. ―She has a point. She could be useful in casing out the banks and the houses. It‘s going to get harder once it‘s in the newspaper. No one will open the door to a strange man. Not so for a woman.‖ ―I ain‘t giving up any of my share.‖ Charlie was adamant. ―You ever been with another woman before, Vivian.‖ His perverted thoughts were still popping into his head. He could imagine what he could force their next victim to do with Vivian. The three of them could take her all at once, making her orally satisfy Vivian while they took the victim in the ass and pussy at the same time. After what they already did to her, raping her and taking all of her virgin holes, they still came up with more degrading ways to shame her. Is this what I would be destined to, a life of sexual servitude? She knew she had little choice but to do what they wanted. ―No, but I will.‖ She wondered what it would be like to force another woman to have sex with her. ―Five percent, that‘s all you get.‖ He saw Charlie‘s look. ―I‘ll take it out of my share.‖ He looked at Vivian, staring into her eyes so she could see his seriousness. ―You make one false move or try to escape and what you did to your husband will seem like a mercy killing. I‘ll make you suffer until you beg for me to kill you.‖ She knew he was serious and dangerous. That is partly what excited her when he tied her up and stripped her naked. She got a strange perverted pleasure at what they had done to her, unleashing something inside her that she couldn‘t put back. What would it be like to do the same thing they did, forcing some nice, prim bank president’s wife to perform the most perverted acts and maybe even

humiliate her into cumming for her? She found herself getting wet at the thought. ―Don‘t worry about me; I‘ll carry my own weight and more.‖ She was now a gangster, part of a gang. Wanted by the law. She felt a sense of rebirth. Mickey looked at his watch. ―Put the money away for now. The waitress will be back. Act nice while she‘s here. This might be a nice place for us to settle down, and I don‘t want to spook any of them.‖ Never mind that she was a nice piece of young ass. He could teach her a couple of tricks that these local farmers never thought of. Sarah was nervous, standing in the doorway with a tray of eight beers, the bar lights going out, leaving her alone. She left her apron in the bar, standing in her dress, almost feeling self-conscious. She didn‘t even know why she was doing this. Every bone in her body told her it was wrong, but only one told her to take a chance and live a little. She hoped she wouldn‘t regret it. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, surprised when it opened so quickly as if they were waiting for her. ―Hello, Sarah, right I time. I love a girl that can follow directions. Come in,‖ Mickey not failing to notice that there were eight beers on the tray, not the six he ordered. Sarah was planning to join them. She put them down on the table, the food gone, the other beer bottles in the trash can. ―I guess I owe you an extra buck, you bought eight beers instead of six.‖ He put the dollar on her tray before she could say anything. ―Since we got these extra beers, why don‘t you join us? Unless you have to get home.‖ ―I‘d love to join you and get off my feet.‖ She sat down quickly, her feet hurting from all the standing and running around in the bar. He sat down next to her, pulling his chair close. ―You didn‘t tell me your name?‖ ―Mickey. That‘s Charlie and Vivian.‖ The others grabbed a beer, but they left room for the two of them. Vivian and Charlie left after one beer, Charlie not wanting to sleep in the same room as Vivian, still a little uncomfortable and if he had to tell the truth, scared that he might wake up a eunuch like her husband. Yet, Mickey looked like he wanted to be alone with Sarah, and she looked the same. ―See you in the morning,‖ as they closed the door, but the two of them didn‘t even look up. Sarah was mesmerized by this slick stranger, a darkness hidden between his brooding eyes. She wasn‘t surprised to see a gun hanging in the closet, even though he thought it was out of sight. It only made him more appealing. It was the classic bad boy that made him that way. She had never done anything like this before, always dating the local farm boys, letting them feel her up at the Saturday movies, but that was about all. While most girls her age had married and were having babies, Sarah always held out for something else, never sure what it was. That is what drove her to Mickey‘s room, alone, two in the morning. Sarah was feeling a little dizzy after three beers, Mickey scooting his chair closer, his hand feeling so comfortable as it rested on the top of her leg. He stared in her eyes as if daring her to stop him as his hand began to move on her leg. First, it moved up and down, each time moving more in each direction until she felt it, his callused hand on her naked leg. She didn‘t have to look down to know that his hand had found its way under her dress and was now caressing the naked flesh of

her leg. She continued to stare into his eyes as his hand slid between her thighs, pushing against one soft thigh until her legs began to part. It felt like someone else was doing it, but before she knew it, her legs were spread wide in the chair, and he was caressing her inner thighs. She didn‘t move a muscle as he became bolder, Sarah not even taking a sip of beer as his hand crept under her dress and finally came to her crotch. Her eyes opened wide when he touched her pussy, a gasp from her lips, but even though Mickey expected her to stop him, she did nothing as his fingers began to explore the plump mound beneath the thin panties. No boy had ever touched her there, never mind a man, but she was letting Mickey touch her intimately, and she found a wetness between her legs that only came out when her fingers masturbated her late at night in her own bed. His fingers were harsh, not like hers, pinching her pussy lips together, a finger sliding up and down her slit until she was sure he could feel her damp panties, shamed that she was allowing him to take such liberties but finding her legs spreading wider almost mysteriously. ―Lift up your dress so I can see you,‖ Mickey‘s voice demanding, not asking her. He pinched her plump pussy lips too hard, but besides a bit of squirming, her hands still didn‘t move from the arms of the chair. ―I don‘t want to tell you twice, Sarah. Lift up your dress.‖ He started into her frightened eyes, his cock only growing more excited by her fear. She had to lift her ass up from the seat, pushing her pussy into his hand, but it was the only way she could pull the dress up from underneath her legs. She rolled the dress up her legs, stopping when it got to her crotch. She did break eye contact for just the briefest moment, looking down, feeling strange as she saw an arm coming from beneath her dress as though it wasn‘t connected to the hand that continued to rub and knead her pussy as it grew soaked. She looked back up at Mickey, pulling her dress up to her waist, sitting back down on the chair, only her underwear touching the chair. His fingers rubbed along the edge of her underwear, his fingers finding the edge of them and slipping underneath until he found the thick bush that covered her mound. He ran his hands along the hairs. She had never felt anything like it before, her pubic hairs coming alive as his fingers touched them, feeling like electricity was running from his fingers to the roots of her follicles. She knew what the next words were going to be and this would be the hardest thing she ever had to do. ―Take off your underwear. I want to see your naked pussy.‖ Mickey left no misunderstanding as to what he wanted. He wanted complete obedience from this young girl. He was sure that she was a virgin. Her hands were sweaty and trembling, her ass rising up from the seat, pushing her mound into his fingers as though she was seeking them out. He had to move his hand out of the way, but his eyes left hers as they gazed down at her crotch. She looked down, sure that it was someone else that was doing this, her panties slowly sliding down her legs, Sarah having to bend over to push them down farther, finally able to kick them off. She sat back in the chair, looking down to see her naked mound revealed, his hand returning to her leg. ―Spread your legs wider for me, Sarah. I‘m going to make you feel good. Ask me to make you cum?‖ His hands were already urging her thighs apart, this

time making her spread her legs wide until he could see the slightest parting of her lips. It assured him that she was a virgin, their lips staying together so tight even with her legs spread as if they were protecting her innocence. His hands found her mound again, this time naked and wet. There was no mistaking that she was aroused. ―I don‘t hear you, Sarah. What do you want me to do?‖ Her lips were dry, her throat parched even though she drank two beers. The words barely came out of her mouth. ―Make me cum.‖ She felt better the minute the words were out, slouching slightly in the chair as the hands and fingers began to play with her pussy as though he was a musician and her pussy was his instrument. Fingers touched her in places even her own fingers never touched, the juices flowing so abundantly that she could see them on his fingers. Yes, she watched him, watched his fingers masturbating her, the pleasure racing through her body, building up, the inevitable climax to be something that she could only imagine. She was ready to cum, he could feel it in her body. He found her clit, attacking it as she never did, his fingers pinching and twisting the sensitive organ until her hips began to move. His other hand played with her slit, rubbing around her hole, but not wanting to bust her cherry, that would be another time, another way. ―Look into my eyes when you cum. I want to see your surrender.‖ Her eyes looked up, Mickey staring into her eyes. He could see it in her eyes before he felt it in her pussy, Sarah cumming uncontrollably. His fingers never stopped, racing over her pussy and clit while she came. It was so much more than when she did it. It exploded in her head, the pleasure racing up to her nipples to turn them into hard, sensitive tips that rubbed harshly against her chemise. Her orgasm overpowered her, racing between her legs, spasms in her virgin pussy, wanting to grip on a cock, finding herself empty. The orgasm only got better as Mickey smiled at her as she climaxed in front of him, the shame and humiliation only adding to the unbridled lust she felt as she let a complete stranger strip her naked below her waist and masturbate her. It took a couple of minutes for her heart to beat normally, his fingers continuing to rub her pussy, glistening with her shameful juices. He finally pulled his fingers away. She almost wanted to thank him, not sure what to say to a stranger that gave her the most explosive orgasm she ever felt. Thank you didn‘t seem enough. Mickey licked his fingers in front of Sarah, still not making any attempt to cover up. ―Kneel down,‖ he ordered her. He saw it in her eyes. First, the confusion, then the sudden realization of his command, then the surrender. He already had his cock out of his pants by time she was kneeling in front of him. It hit her like a ton of bricks after he told her to kneel down. It took a second to register, but by the time she came face to face with the first naked prick she had ever seen, she had already reconciled to the fact of what he was making her perform. She even licked her lips, making them moist as the thick cock bobbed in front of her face, only inches from her lips. ―I never sssuu—‖ He stopped her before she could finish. ―I will teach you. Begin by licking the head.‖ She didn‘t hesitate, her pink tongue coming out her mouth, Mickey holding his breath until he felt the first swipe of her tongue across the head of his cock. It jerked out of the way. ―You‘ll have to hold it still. It will enjoy you too

much to stay still.‖ Her soft, small hand wrapping around his cock sent shivers of excitement through his body. Her hand began to move up and down his shaft without him asking, masturbating him almost naturally. ―Yes,‖ he sighed in pleasure when her tongue began to explore the head of his cock, lapping over the head and gathering up the juices that leaked from the unexpected pleasure. Her tongue spent a long time rubbing along the edge of the head, touching the soft, sensitive skin while her hand held it from jerking away. ―Do you like the taste? I loved the taste of your pussy.‖ Sarah could only nod her head, her mouth already engulfing the thick, red head, her lips tightly around it. Her tongue went to work on it, while her other hand went exploring, squeezing and testing the hairy ball sack. She felt his hands on her head, guiding her back and forth until she did it herself, sucking his cock deeper into her mouth, rewarded with more thick, salty crème coating her tongue. Not even when he pulled her head forward, the thick head jammed into the back of her mouth could deter her enthusiasm, wanting so much to please him. There was only one way to make him happy and that was to make him cum in her mouth. He had never felt anything so good, the young girl sucking his cock so eagerly with an inexperience that excited him. He pushed her head down on his cock, hearing her gag when the head jammed into the tight opening of her throat. She didn‘t stop him, her hands behind her back as if they were tied, her head moving back and forth, each time jamming harder against her throat. He finally breached her throat, tugging her throat onto his cock like a sock. She struggled for a moment, then his cock slipped effortlessly into her throat. He tilted her head back so he could stare into her tear-stained eyes, but he didn‘t see her pleading for release, only pleasure as her throat muscles rippled up and down this cockhead. Sarah had never sucked a cock before so she was shocked when he shoved it down her throat. It burned as it sank into her gullet, but she could feel the excitement in his cock as it twitched in her throat. He pumped it up and down, never taking it out, her stomach turning over as she gagged and choked on the monster that filled her mouth and throat. He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth, his hands leaving her head alone, Sarah bobbing her head up and down as her tongue danced lovingly over the shaft in her mouth. She sucked him for long minutes before she did the impossible. She forced her head down on the head of his cock, finding that each time she gagged her throat would open up. The next time it happened, she pushed harder, feeling his cock slip into the waiting hole. She had swallowed him, breathing heavily through her flaring nostrils, so proud that she had taken his cock in her throat on her own. He never had a girl do that before, Sarah taking his cock down her throat without forcing it in. The excitement caused him to cum, the first jet plunging directly into her stomach, Mickey pulling out of her throat so the second and third jet of cum would fill her mouth. She felt the hot fluid filling her stomach, glad when he pulled his cock free, tasting the thick, salty paste cover her tongue and mouth with his powerful cum. Her cheeks bellowed out as she tried to contain all of his cum, not wanting to lose

a drop of his essence. He finally pulled his cock from her mouth, closing her lips tightly to keep it from dripping out. ―Swallow my cum, Sarah. Show me what an obedient girl you are.‖ He watched her throat, her cheeks finally releasing its precious content, slipping down her throat as she gulped noisily. It was so much, but she swallowed every drop of it, licking her lips clean. She was so proud of herself for satisfying him. He kissed her cum-stained lips. He just held her for an hour, neither of them touching each other, though Sarah wanted so bad to feel him between her legs and take her innocence from her. He finally told her it was time to go home, Sarah finally getting dressed. She felt the shame again as she dressed in front of him. She didn‘t understand why after all he did to her and she to him. ―Will I see you again?‖ She was afraid of the answer. ―Tomorrow, if you are off. Maybe you can show us around. We might be looking for a place to stay for a while.‖ ―I can get off during the day, but I have to work the busiest night of the week. Everyone comes in to spend their paycheck.‖ ―Come here at 9 on Saturday. We‘ll get some breakfast first.‖ He gave her another kiss, his hands roaming freely over her body, his cock already growing erect as it rubbed against her pussy. ―I‘m going to fuck you Saturday,‖ he warned her, but he expected she knew that. ―Would you like that, Sarah? His kiss took her breath away, but his words excited her. ―Yes,‖ her voice trembling. ―Yes, what, Sarah?‖ ―I want you to fuck me,‖ she admitted. ―Vivian and Charlie are going to be around too on Saturday. I hope you don‘t mind if they watch.‖ His hands pulled her against his cock until he was sure she felt his erection. ―See how excited that makes me. You do what to excite me, don‘t you, Sarah?‖ Sarah didn‘t know if she could do it, but she knew she had no choice. Mickey had a hold on her and there was nothing she could refuse him. Even letting others watch him fuck her and take her virginity. ―Whatever you want, Mickey. Anything,‖ Sarah surrendering to him. She thought about what she had said and found herself getting wetter as she drove home. She was glad she lived alone, taking a shower and masturbating as the images of Saturday danced in her head.

Chapter 5 The Hideout They counted the money on Friday, taking almost all day. Ten thousand, eight hundred and ninety dollars. Mickey gave Charlie his split. ―You get yours next time,‖ he told Vivian, but handed her one hundred dollars anyway. ―You‘ll need some nice clothes. You‘ll be knocking on the door next time.‖ Mickey read the newspaper story to all of them, finding an Oklahoma newspaper at the local store. ―A brazen robbery like none other was perpetrated on the First National City Bank of Turley early Friday morning. In an unprecedented attack on our small-town life, the bank President, James Kirkland‘s wife was kidnapped at gunpoint by two outlaws in the peace and tranquility of their home. The outlaws were waiting for James Kirkland to arrive home, holding both of them captive overnight. Early Friday morning, the outlaws forced Mr. Kirkland to open the vault under threats to the well-being of his beloved wife. The outlaws made off with an undisclosed amount of money, but not before a brief struggle ensued. Vivian Kirkland was grievously injured in the fight, while James Kirkland received minor wounds. The assailants may have been wounded in the mayhem and an all-points bulletin included all the local hospitals and doctors. A substantial reward has been offered for the outlaws, dead or alive.‖ ―Lying sack of shit,‖ Vivian‘s voice broke as she said it. ―He kills me and he‘s got a minor injury! That‘s right, his cock was useless anyway.‖ ―At least no one will be looking for you, and I‘m sure you had a lovely funeral.‖ Charlie was laughing. Her parents were deceased, no other brothers or sisters, so she might as well let it stay that way, though she would love to have it leak out that James lost his cock in the fight. At least she was free of him. ―I think our next bank should be a ways away from Turley. I am sure that there are lots of banks waiting for another brazen robbery. We need a place to hide out for a while; I don‘t like motels and restaurants all the time. Too many people see you. Tomorrow we are going to look in the hills for a little cabin off the beaten path.‖ ―Great, hanging around in a shack in the desolate mountains. I thought we would have a little fun with this money.‖ Vivian wanted to cut loose since she was dead. ―Just for a week or so, then we‘ll go into the city and party. Too many people to bother you in the city and they do love anyone with money. And we can pick up some new toys for the next robbery. We have to strike while the iron is hot. Don‘t want them tracking us down like dogs.‖ Mickey figured they could do three robberies before they would have to move out of state. It would get too hot for them in Oklahoma. But they would have more than enough money to live the good life in Chicago. ―How are we going to find a cabin around here? We‘ll get lost in ten minutes up here.‖ Charlie didn‘t want to spend the day driving aimlessly around the woods, and the last thing they needed to do is get lost. ―Sarah‘s coming by tomorrow. She can find us something.‖

―You mean that bimbo waitress from last night. You fuck her?‖ Charlie just figured he would fuck her and dump her. ―She looks like trouble,‖ Vivian popping in. Mickey gave Vivian a look. ―So do you.‖ She shut up instantly. ―She can help us, and she will be very entertaining. You‘ll see.‖ Charlie hoped he knew what Mickey meant. He still had Vivian and a bag of rope in the room and things were getting boring. *** It was starting to get dark, the three of them just returning from dinner at a little dive about a mile away. There was a knock on the door, Mickey pulling his gun and slowly opening the door. It was Sarah, a tray of beers in her hand. Mickey opened the door, putting the gun on the table right near where Sarah put the beer down. She looked at it, then back to Mickey. ―You scared of guns, Sarah.‖ Mickey picked it up and put it back in his holster. ―Yes,‖ Sarah‘s voice trembling slightly. She wasn‘t so much scared of guns as the people that carried them. ―You should be,‖ he warned her. ―Thanks for the beers,‖ dropping a twenty on the tray. ―You get a good night‘s sleep tonight and we‘ll see you at 9 A.M. We want to look for a place we can buy or rent for a while. It‘s nice country up here. Peaceful and quiet. And private. He moved up next to her, his hand running down over her ass as the others watched. ―We have some pleasure to take care of after that, Sarah.‖ He squeezed her ass cheeks and gave her a kiss on her cheek. ―Good night, Mickey. Good night, all,‖ she said to the others, their eyes staring at her as Mickey‘s hands continued to paw at her ass. As she walked out, she felt dampness between her legs, the door closing and locking behind her. Mickey was more dangerous than she had even suspected, and it excited her dull life. *** It was almost as they were off on a picnic, driving around, Sarah having a list of properties that were for sale or rent, getting it from Gene Styler, the parttime real estate agent, part-time handyman. There were at least ten of them, spread all across the mountain. Sarah never even saw most of them, set back so far in the woods that they were hidden from the traffic on the winding, two-lane road that the circled the mountain. The first two were so bad that they didn‘t even get out of the car. They weren‘t handymen that wanted to work on fixing up a place. They wanted to move in tomorrow. The third one was at least presentable; Sarah finding a key under the mat, all of the cabins had the key hidden in the same place. It was a little musty smelling but was in good shape, but it was small, only two bedrooms, Mickey insisting on more. Sarah hoped that she might share one with him, still refusing to think about what he was demanding of her tonight. It was the seventh one that

began to impress them. It was on the edge of the mountain, high up the road, almost to the top. The owner must be wealthy, far from being a hunter‘s cabin. It was furnished nicely, nicer than Sarah‘s furniture in her small house. It had four bedrooms, five fireplaces and was about as remote as you can find. It looked like it hadn‘t been lived in sometime in the last six months. ―How much is he asking for this one?‖ Mickey liked this one. No one would bother them, and it was above the road, able to see anyone coming before they even saw the house. A nice advantage to have. There was even a back road, though it was dirt. It would still give them a way out if they got trapped. ―WWWhew, a thousand bucks. It says it has five acres of land on the side of the mountain. Owner is in Chicago and is sick of the drive down here.‖ ―When we get back, offer nine hundred dollars. Cash. And we want to move in right away. Tell them you want a five percent commission, before you give them the offer.‖ Mickey knew they would take it. It‘s not that there were tons of buyers lining up to buy it. Winter was coming, and it would be too cold and snowy to show it so it was now or never to sell it. Almost fifty bucks commissions for not doing anything. Mickey seemed to have lots of money, Sarah sure that the way he got it was not legal, but she didn‘t care. She was sick of being stuck in this town and dating luckless farmers. She had to do something, and Mickey seemed to be her ticket out of this place. ―Don‘t worry; I‘ll get them to take it.‖ They didn‘t even look at the remaining places, this is the one Mickey wanted. He dropped her off at her car in the bar parking lot. ―You hurry back, Sarah.‖ He gave her nine crisp one-hundred dollars bills, more then she ever saw before. She went off, smiling brightly. He trusted that she would be back. She didn‘t dare cross him. ―Let‘s get a couple of drinks.‖ The three of them went into the bar, the place half empty, too early for the Saturday-night drunks, but all eyes stared at them as they sat down. A waitress came over, this one mid-forties, looking like she had been working here way too long. ―Bottle of Jack and three glasses. Leave the bottle.‖ He put a ten spot on the table so she could see he was serious. She brought it over fast, a bowl of peanuts, even a pitcher of water for a chaser. He handed her the ten. ―Take good care of us.‖ ―Yes, sir,‖ she said, making change and stuffing at least two bucks in her tips. They never ran out of peanuts or water, the waitress watching them like a hawk. Mickey looked at his watch, five o‘clock, wanting to get out before the crowd started coming in and staring at the strangers. Mickey left another five bucks, seeing the waitress scoop it up before they even hit the door. They drove the short distance to the motel, going up to the room. Mickey wasn‘t surprised to see Sarah standing in front of the closed door. ―Been waiting long?‖ She didn‘t care, in a great mood. ―Just got here,‖ she lied. Mickey opened the door, all of them going in, the door closing and locking behind them. Sarah was excited, but she waited for them to sit down. She could smell booze on their breath, knowing they must have had a few since they came back. She took the crisp document out of her purse, laying it on the table. ―It‘s all yours.‖ The owner in Chicago had accepted the offer without so much as a hesitation, including

paying Sarah her fee, Gene Styler even getting two percent for doing almost nothing. He was happy to get it. ―He gave the power of attorney to Gene, and he signed it over. You can move in any time.‖ Mickey stood up, moving next to Sarah. ―You did good, Sarah. Real good. Nothing like the present. Let‘s pack up. We can stop at the store and buy some supplies and liquor, and we can celebrate there instead of this tiny room. We‘ll have plenty of room to spread out. Right, Sarah. You want to spread out, don‘t you?‖ He didn‘t hide his intentions as he caressed one of her breasts as the others looked on. He could feel her nipple hardening to a point beneath her dress. It took less than fifteen minutes before they had checked out. Jake didn‘t seem to mind, he got paid for the next day, thanking them. They stopped at the store and filled the car with food and liquor, the clerk looking like he made more money in one day than he did all week. He didn‘t say a thing when he saw Sarah with them. It took another half hour to get up to the place, but Mickey liked that. Sarah rode next to him in the front seat, her hand on his leg, playing with his thigh, her fingers nervously tapping as if she were getting enough nerve to move her hand and touch his cock. She would soon have more than enough of his cock and maybe even Charlie‘s. *** Everyone settled in, a fire already blazing in the living room thanks to Charlie. Sarah was finishing up in the kitchen, or making as if she was, Mickey sure that she was a little nervous. Finally, she came into the living room, all of them turning their eyes to her. She couldn‘t figure out the redhead, Vivian. Jack had said that it was Mickey‘s sister, but she was almost sure that wasn‘t true. She could tell by the way he looked at her. It wasn‘t a sisterly look but lust in his eyes that saw her. Sarah didn‘t know why she was here. She was about to lose her virginity to a man that was almost a complete stranger and to do it in front of others. She would have never even fathomed such a thing a couple of days ago, but Mickey had this power over her that she couldn‘t explain. Is it because I’m alone in life at such a young age, forced by circumstances to scratch out a meager living in this small town? Is he my way out of this life and town? She stood in the living room, the three of them looking at her. She wore a blue dress, a long row of buttons from the neck to the hem, Sarah‘s unconscious way of prolonging what she knew would be the inevitable of having to strip naked in front of them. It clung to her figure, her near-naked breasts beneath only contained by a silky chemise. The dress came down to just below her knees, leaving a large expanse of naked leg visible. ―Stand in the center of the room, Sarah.‖ Mickey nodded to Vivian. He would see how cooperative Vivian would be, also, still leery of taking her on the next job. This would be a good test. Vivian got up, hesitation in her steps as she moved to the center of the room. She had boasted of what she would be able to do to get them to take her in

their gang, now she would have to perform to their satisfaction. She moved behind Sarah. ―What…?‖ It wasn‘t what Sarah expected, Vivian moving behind her, not Mickey. He was just sitting their watching her. ―Relax, I won‘t hurt you,‖ Vivian pressing herself against Sarah, her hands making Sarah jump when they slid to her hips to hold her still. ―Mickey wants to watch this, so behave,‖ Vivian whispering the warning in Sarah‘s ear. ―I‘m just going to get you naked and wet. Then Mickey will fuck you.‖ There was no denying that both men were aroused, the front of their pants already showing the bulge of their cocks, and Sarah was still completely dressed. It didn’t seem so bad, Vivian getting me naked, but what did she mean by wet? She never had a girl touch her before, but then again, it was only the other day that a man put his prick in her mouth, and she swallowed it with such expertise. She would do anything for Mickey, and she was going to prove it to all of them. She felt the body of the woman press against her back, strange having breasts pushed into her back. The hands on her waist urged her ass back, Sarah cooperating until she felt Vivian‘s body pressed against her ass. The hands moved her hips, side to side, her ass sliding over the front of Vivian‘s, trying to imagine what it must feel like to have a woman‘s ass masturbating her pussy. The hands left her hips and moved up her front to cup underneath her breasts, but Sarah never stopped moving her hips, Mickey‘s eyes glued to her. Sarah arched her back when the fingers began to pluck at her nipples, Vivian‘s soft touch surprising Sarah when her nipple sprung to such hardness. Mickey reached down to un-cramp his cock, his erection growing as he saw the two girls. This was going to be interesting, Mickey never seeing two girls together before. He could only imagine what it would be like if he joined in, two girls to cater to all his perverted desires. This certainly opened up a new world of possibilities with their next captured wife. ―I‘m going to unbutton your dress, Sarah. Keep rubbing against me.‖ Vivian couldn‘t believe the pleasure of the soft ass rubbing against her pussy. She pushed her pussy deeper into the firm cheeks, wanting more friction as Sarah rubbed her ass from side to side. Sarah felt the buttons opening, her dress pulling away from her breasts as they sprung free of the tightness of her bosom. Vivian pulled the dress aside as the buttons opened to the waist, her hands returning to her breasts, only the silky chemise encasing them, her nipples like hard points sticking out the front so brazenly. Her fingers were harder, pinching the tips, pulling them as they massaged the silky fabric over her sensitive nipples. They deserted her breasts, sliding down over her stomach to continue popping open the buttons of the dress until it slid open, leaving Sarah standing only in her chemise, the dress hanging limply from her shoulders. Vivian stood back up after bending over to pluck the last few buttons open, Sarah continuing to rub her pussy with her masturbating ass cheeks. She felt so wicked. The dress slipped to the floor, Sarah only in her chemise. Her nipples stood out the front of the chemise shamelessly. Vivian even surprised herself, leaning over Sarah‘s shoulder, tilting her head to the side and kissing her, her tongue sliding into Sarah‘s mouth before she could utter a single protest. She never felt anything like it, Sarah‘s lips so soft,

her mouth so hot and inviting, soon finding Sarah‘s tongue touching hers so tentatively. Vivian captured her gasp, silencing it with her mouth when Vivian‘s hand slid down over Sarah‘s belly, her fingers finding her soft mound. Her ass shoved back hard to try to escape, but Vivian‘s hand refused to let go. It shocked her, Vivian goosing her with her hand, her lips crushing her mouth as her tongue explored her tongue as if she were a man. Her mind was confused. She should be revolted by what Vivian was doing, but the fingers touched her pussy, not as a man exploring her, but the delicate touch of a woman that knew exactly where to give her the most pleasure. Her pussy screamed in pleasure, her juices flowing freely as the fingers rubbed up and down her slit. She almost wished she wasn‘t wearing the chemise, Vivian reading her mind as she pushed the thin shoulder straps off her shoulders, peeling the chemise down over her breasts, her nipples rubbed so erotically as the silk moved sensuously over them as the garment hung uselessly at her waist. Such a lovely set of tits, firm breasts capped with hard brown nipples and small areolas that circled her nipples like bull‘s-eye. Mickey rubbed his cock with one hand as he looked at her pure, white skin, Sarah stripped naked to her waist. Vivian‘s hands returned, teasing and taunting her nipples with her fingers, Sarah almost with her head cradle to the side in pleasure. Mickey loved the way the girls were performing. The rest of the chemise was next, Vivian bending over to slide it down her legs, lifting each leg to pull it off. As Vivian stood up, her hands were between Sarah‘s legs, pushing out on her calves and thighs, making her spread her legs. She obeyed willingly. Vivian looked over her shoulder, pushing with her hips to drive Sarah‘s crotch out until she could see the silky, brown hairs of her bush, her legs parted, her pussy lips separating. ―Hold real still,‖ Vivian warned her, her hands sliding over her naked stomach, a gasp from Sarah‘s lips when her fingers slipped through the soft, silky hair of her mound. Vivian wasn‘t surprised that her pussy was wet; Vivian‘s was from just only the rubbing of Sarah‘s ass. Vivian hoped that Charlie would be up to satisfying her before the night was over. ―Oh, God,‖ Sarah cried out in pleasure when her fingers pushed between her lips. They rubbed up and down her slit, just as Sarah‘s own masturbating fingers had done hundreds of times before, but this was different. She was standing naked in front of two men, her legs spread, another woman‘s fingers masturbating her. She felt shame, humiliation yet, also, excitement, seeing Mickey‘s fingers sliding over his prick as his eyes stared intently at her pussy. ―You can sit down, Vivian. Charlie can use your assistance. Sarah can continued by herself, can‘t you Sarah?‖ ―Y-Y-Yes,‖ she stammered, not sure what he meant by herself. She stood in the center of the room, her body chilled as the night air-cooled the room and her naked skin. Her nipples felt so sensitive, the slightest breeze setting off shocks of pleasure racing through her breasts. ―Spread you legs wider, then use your fingers to open up your pussy. Show us how wet you are for me?‖ She looked down, her eyes aimed at the floor as she spread her legs wider, not wanting to see the way the men were staring at her. Her fingers moved as if they were someone else‘s. Even when they pinched her pussy lips, it shocked

Sarah, feeling them pull them apart as the night air blew on her super-heated inner lips. She felt a shiver run through her body. She stood there, eyes cast down, her legs and pussy spread open for the men to ogle her most intimate body. ―Good girl, Sarah. Now bring that chair to the middle of the floor.‖ Mickey watched as her naked ass cheeks swayed so seductively, surprised at how erotic it could be just carrying a chair, her naked breasts dancing back and forth as she walked. She put the chair down, a wooden chair with a slat back, not too high. ―Straddle the seat of the chair with your legs and then bend over the back of the chair. Deep down,‖ he ordered her. She looked at him, not believing what he wanted her to do. She knew when she straddled the chair, her ass cheeks would be spread, bending over would arch her ass up high, her anus revealed to them and her pussy from behind. She couldn‘t do that, knowing how obscene it would look. ―Please, don‘t make me do that,‖ she begged. ―I‘m not making you do anything, Sarah. You can put your clothes on and go home anytime you want. Or you can stay here and please me. Either way, it is your choice.‖ Mickey pulled the zipper down on his pants, his hands fishing inside until he pulled his erect cock out, Sarah watching him carefully. He was teasing her, taking out his cock, her tongue licking her lips absently, remembering what it tasted like when it was in her mouth. She had never felt anything like it before, taking his cock into her throat like an experienced whore. Now he was telling her she could leave, yet she couldn‘t do that until she felt what it would be like to have his cock between her legs. She did what she had to, turning her back to him, straddling the chair, her thighs forced apart. She moved to the back of the chair, her hair falling down in front of her as she bent over in a deep embrace. She felt her buttocks relax, her cheeks parted, her anus revealed to all that looked. The blood rushed to her head as she pushed low toward the floor. ―Look at that wet, pink pussy,‖ Mickey exclaimed in excitement. ―Or that tiny little ass hole, peeking out at us. Both of them are begging for a thick cock.‖ She hated when he talked about her as if she weren‘t there, humiliating her as he described all she would rather hide from their view. ―Don‘t move.‖ She heard his voice then heard him rising up from his chair. She couldn‘t see him, but she felt him behind her. She felt it, hot flesh rubbing between her legs, the unmistakable feel of his hard cock on her pussy. She was going to get fucked once and for all. She couldn‘t wait. The cock slid up and down, running over her pussy, but never stopping, gathering up her juices so it would be well lubricated when he breached her. She wished she could see him, but her hair covered her face as she braced for him to penetrate her for the first time. The cock moved back farther, up her crack to slide over her anus. ―How would you like it here, Sarah? Up your ass for the first time,‖ Mickey teased her with his cock. He could feel the way her anus began to spasm when he pushed too hard against her tight hole.

She didn‘t say anything, hoping that he would go back down and fuck her pussy instead. She was relieved when his cock slid away from her backside and pressed between her lips from behind. He pushed the head of his cock against her tight, virgin hole. It was so much bigger, but he knew that she would open up quickly once he busted her cherry. He forced himself to wait, letting her feel his cock slowly spreading her open as he forced his cock through the tight muscles of her virgin pussy. He fought not to fuck her quickly, savoring the pleasure of her muscles that tried to keep him out. He was trying to enter her, his thick cock stretching her, her spread body unable to stop him. She knew it was only a matter of minutes, maybe seconds before he took her innocence, but she didn‘t care, wanting to feel all of his cock shoved inside her. ―Fuck me,‖ she begged, rotating her hips, her pussy stretching wider to take his rigid cock. Mickey couldn‘t wait any longer, his hands gripping her hips hard, a quick jerk of his hips driving his cock into her virgin hole, tearing her hymen with ease. He fought to drive his cock two inches into her before her muscle stopped him. ―EEEHH,‖ she screamed when his cock took her virginity, but whatever pain she felt was quickly lost with the pleasure of having a cock inside her. The hard flesh of a cock slid inside her virgin hole, sending such delicious pleasure through her body. She tried to arch her ass up, fighting her own muscles that were refusing to let him inside her. Mickey pulled out then thrust back in, each time going deeper, each time feeding more of his cock into her tight, wet hole. His hands dug deep grooves into her hips as he began to fuck her, each time taking more of her tight hole. He was pulling all of his cock out except for the head; thrusting back in with a powerful thrust that made her take the full measure of his cock. Instead of complaining, she was arching up, taking it with vigor. She never felt anything like it, his cock opening her, rubbing her inside, bringing such pleasure to her. She didn‘t know why she had protected her virginity for so long. The pleasure was too much, his cock feeling so big, stretching her from the inside, but whatever pain she felt was overshadowed by the pleasure. His cock rubbed and teased at her insides until she was fucking him back as much as he was fucking her. Once Mickey had Sarah stripped naked and bent over the chair, Charlie pulled Vivian‘s head down into his lap, his cock freed and forced into her open mouth before she could protest. ―Suck,‖ he ordered her, his hands on her head, forcing her mouth up and down his cock. She should have just let him have his way with her, but he wanted them to see how she could be. She pulled her head off his cock. ―Over here,‖ she urged Charlie out of the chair until he was standing in front of the bent over Sarah. Sarah felt hands gripping her hair and then her head was yanked up, her mouth opening in pain as the follicles of hair pulled from her head. She didn‘t have time to protest, suddenly finding her mouth stuffed with something, quickly realizing that it was a cock and it wasn‘t Mickey‘s cock.

―Suck it,‖ Vivian ordered Sarah, as if she had a choice. Charlie was already in her mouth, his hands slapping away her hands as he gripped her head and began to rock her back and forth onto his cock. ―Use your tongue, Sarah. Suck me good,‖ Charlie eager to enjoy her mouth. ―Yes, that‘s good, Vivian. Make her suck a cock while I fuck her. Nothing like a twosome to indoctrinate her.‖ Mickey began to fuck her harder, slapping her ass until she gripped his cock with her pussy, knowing he wouldn‘t last much longer but wanting Charlie to blow off in her mouth at the same time. Sarah couldn‘t believe it. She was being fucked by two men at one time, her mouth and pussy both filled with the thick cocks of the men. Mickey would slap her ass when she concentrated too much on Charlie‘s cock in her mouth, Charlie gripping her head so tight that it felt like her head would explode when her tongue tired of running over his cock. She never felt such excitement, her body used by the two men for their pleasure, finding out that it brought her such pleasure. They fucked her for five minutes before she knew it was going to happen. Not even sure how she knew, but she tightened her pussy on Mickey‘s cock until she felt the pleasure of his cum racing out of his cock and blasting her insides with his hot cum. At the same time, the cock in her mouth came alive, filling her cheeks until she was forced to swallow load after load of cum until his cock shrunk in her mouth. Sarah could barely stand up, her back in spasms from the bent-over position; her pussy still feeling like a cock was inside her even when Mickey pulled out. She fell on the couch next to Mickey, not even bothering to cover her naked body, Charlie putting his cock back into his pants, Sarah‘s hands on Mickey‘s cock as though she were protecting it.

Chapter 6 The Next Heist Over the next week, they planned the second heist. They would go back into Oklahoma next week, hoping that the heat of the first robbery had blown over. They moved south of Tulsa, a small town called Sapulpa. It was about twenty miles from Turley, a world apart. It was more rural, mostly farms, but almost every farm had an oil well or two pumping the black gold into barrels with regularity. They made a quick trip to see the town, deciding on the bank before returning to Arkansas. ―A bunch of farmers,‖ Vivian sounding disappointed. ―It should be easy,‖ Charlie eager for more money, or was it just another woman to rape that drove him. ―We have to be careful. The law knows how we operate, so they will be on the lookout for us. Vivian will case out the bank, no one would be expecting a woman. The bank president is Fred Hawkins. He is one of the larger landowners, though he does little farming nowadays. Most of his land is littered with oil wells, his new wealth giving him the opportunity to open a bank. He is about forty-five, but I hear that his second wife is barely thirty. Charlie and I will case out his farm. We‘ll do it the same day, kidnap her on Thursday and have Fred open up the safe for us on Friday morning. *** Georgia was a handsome woman, not a farmer; Fred married for beauty this time. Mickey was sure that she never took care of an animal before; she was married to take care of Fred. She had blonde hair, natural blonde as far as Mickey could tell. It hung far down her back, his eyes continuing to follow over her firm ass cheeks, packed tightly into a pair of riding pants as he watched her through the binoculars. Their house was situated in the middle of the large ranch, so there was no way they could sneak up and peek into the house like last time. Mickey and Vivian were lying on a blanket on a small grassy knoll overlooking the house. They watched the house for two days, but except for Georgia going into town once, no one else visited. Vivian had asked about Fred and Georgia in town, nothing like Vivian and her husband. This couple kept to themselves, not mixing pleasure and business. Georgia was not a local but came from an Oklahoma family. *** Georgia was bored, the week passing slowly, nothing to do. She went into town once, did a little shopping but that was about all. Fred was too tired to do anything but eat and go to bed during the week, hoping that she might get him to take her into Tulsa for some fun this weekend. She could always use her sexuality to get him to do anything; that is how she got him to marry her. She had saved herself for her husband, but she was bold. He wasn‘t the most handsome or

smartest man, but he was the richest. And that mattered a lot to Georgia. She had bought a sexy, black negligee, having special ordered it, nothing like that would normally sell in this town. She looked at it, thin straps that would leave lots of white flesh revealed as well as her ample cleavage. She was proud of her breasts, firm, hard nipples that would stand up with just the slightest provocation. The negligee was long, but it clung to her hips and ass, sure that Fred would be impressed with the sway of her ass as she walked. Fred would be putty in her hands this weekend. She put the negligee away, the sun would begin to set in a couple of hours, Fred would be home about six tonight. Georgia baked a chicken for dinner tonight, just putting it in the oven. ―EEH,‖ Georgia jumping when she heard a knock on the door. She hadn‘t heard any cars, but she was in the far side of the house. She walked into the living room, nervously looking around the corner, seeing a woman standing in the doorway, only the screen door keeping her out. She looked prosperous, not a farmers wife or a beggar. She smiled as she answered the door, her nerves relieved that it was a woman. ―Can I help you?‖ She saw the big black car in the driveway, no one else in it. ―Georgia Hawkins?‖ Vivian asked. ―Yes, do I know you?‖ Maybe she was a new member of the church group, coming out to introduce herself. Vivian pulled the revolver out of her purse, pointing it at her, her other hand already opening the screen door, not surprised it was unlocked. ―You will, back up into the living room.‖ Vivian could almost see her own expression on Georgia‘s face when she came face to face with a gun pointed at her. She remembered when Mickey did it to her; she almost wet her pants. ―Don‘t hurt me,‖ her voice trembling. She heard a car door opening and the screen door opened and two men walked in just as she went around the corner into the living room, the woman still pointing the gun at her. ―We won‘t hurt you. Much. If you cooperate.‖ She might even like it, but Vivian would make sure she did. She didn‘t want Mickey or Charlie falling for one of these bimbos. Two men walked into the living room, dressed nicely, but it was the revolvers in their hands that she saw. She tried not to look at them, but she could feel their eyes on her even without looking. She was afraid of her virtue and what these men wanted from her. ―Any one else here, Georgia?‖ Mickey asked, Charlie already walking out to check out the rest of the house. Everyone knew her name and that worried her. This was planned, and she didn‘t know what they were planning. ―No, I‘m alone,‖ she answered, her voice shaking. The one that talked to her stood next to her, the barrel of his revolver moving up her naked arm, goose bumps appearing instantly on her arms. ―You scared of guns, Georgia. You should be, they could go off and make a nasty hole in that lovely body.‖ He looked down at her tits, sliding the barrel of the pistol until it made contact with the soft side of one breast. She shivered and Mickey could see her nipple begin to swell beneath the dress. ―Hold real still,

Georgia.‖ He moved the barrel of the pistol until it rubbed over the increasingly large nipple that sprang to such hardness. She couldn‘t stop her own body from reacting, Georgia not sure if it were the fear or something that she didn‘t want to admit to. She could only stare at the black gun barrel as it caressed her skin, sending shivers up her spine as it moved up her arm. There was an expected consequence, her nipple tingling with an unexplained excitement, the gunman not failing to notice it, Georgia trembling as he moved the gun barrel along the soft side of her breast, teasing closer and closer until the hard metal touched her nipple. It felt like her nipple would explode as it was rubbed harshly back and forth until it looked so obscene, hard and pointed, pushing out the front of her dress. ―Hot little thing,‖ Mickey commented. He moved away from her, seeing the look of relief on her face, though her face was still red in shame. She was afraid they came to rape her, but why the woman. Then it hit her. She had read about the robbery in Turley a couple of weeks ago. They had held the wife hostage, forcing her husband to open the vault. She had read the wife was killed, the husband wounded. It had to be them, but she had read it was only two men. She became very scared, fearing for her life. ―I‘ll do whatever you say, just don‘t hurt me,‖ she begged, tears already streaming down her cheeks. ―We‘re going to visit for a while. When your husband comes home, we‘ll have a nice dinner, and in the morning, he will open up the safe for us and both of you can go free.‖ ―No one here,‖ Charlie coming back into the room, not failing to notice one hard nipple sticking out the front of her dress, his cock hard since they walked into the house. He couldn‘t wait until Fred came home and they could tie him up and go to work on his wife until morning. She was younger than Vivian. He had been thinking a lot about what he was going to do to the next victim. He saw the barn out back, wondering if it might be a nice place to string her up. He was sure there were many things out there they could use on her or tie her up. He loved tying up women, the excitement of doing anything he wanted to them or make them do to him, making his cock so hard. ―I won‘t try to get away or give you trouble.‖ Georgia was trembling so much she could barely talk. She looked at the clock over the mantle, another hour. ―Into the kitchen, Georgia.‖ Vivian waved the gun at her, smelling the food cooking. ―Don‘t want dinner ruined on account of us.‖ The three of them followed her into the kitchen, feeling their eyes burning on her ass as she walked. Even the woman‘s eyes and that worried her. She tried to stay busy, but there wasn‘t much to do. They found the beers and began to drink, sitting at the table. She passed too close to the table once, one of the men grabbing her wrist and stopping her, his other hand sliding over her butt as she trembled in fear. ―Nice ass, Georgia,‖ feeling Georgia trying to pull away, but Charlie‘s hand held her still as his hand rubbed her ass cheeks. He could feel her buttocks contracting beneath his touch, his cock jerking as it imagined what it would feel like if her buttocks contracted when his cock was up her ass. He finally let her go, Georgia almost running over to the other side of the room.

Time passed so slowly, almost as if it had stopped. They already had two beers by time the clock struck five. The women heard it first, the sound of a car pulling into the front of the house. ―Too early for Fred.‖ Vivian turned to Georgia. ―You expecting someone?‖ ―My sister,‖ Georgia answered meekly. Vivian slapped her across the face. ―Bitch, you should have told me.‖ Georgia tasted blood, surprised when her face was rocked, her head exploding with stars. She never expected a woman to hit her, especially that hard. ―I got it,‖ Charlie already at the door, excited about having two women to fuck. ―Damn,‖ he whispered to himself. She opened the door without knocking, making it easy for Charlie to slip behind her, pushing the revolver into her back. ―Make one false move and your back will have a hole in it.‖ Clementine did pee her underwear. Suddenly she found a man behind her, the end of a pistol pointed in her back. She dropped her overnight bag on the floor. ―Into the other room.‖ He pushed her, one hand holding her arm, the gun still in her back, liking the way it made her arch her back and stick out her tits. ―Look what I found. A double.‖ There was no doubt, Clementine and Georgia were identical twins. ―That should make it easy. Won‘t have to pick one over the other.‖ He turned toward Georgia. ―Any other surprises you forgot to tell us about? It will be much more painful if we are surprised again.‖ She would learn her lesson later. One that she would never forget. ―Noooo, nothing, I‘m sorry,‖ Georgia‘s voice so soft that they barely heard her. ―Over here, pretty one. What‘s your name?‖ Mickey pointed his gun at her. ―Clementine,‖ walking over to him in spite of the gun pointed at her or maybe because of it. She felt terrible, her underwear wet, but she refused to say anything, not sure if one of them would go into the bathroom with her and humiliate her further. ―You married, Clementine? Got a husband waiting for you?‖ Mickey needed to know if they had a problem if they kept her here for the night. ―Looks like she is expecting to stay the night,‖ Charlie spewing her clothes in the overnight bag onto the kitchen floor, including her underwear. She knew she couldn‘t lie, seeing the tears in Georgia‘s eyes and the side of her face red where she was obviously hit. ―My husband‘s in the military, stationed in Texas.‖ ―Looks like only one of you married money.‖ Mickey‘s hands reached out for her, grabbing her around the waist and dragging her onto his lap. ―Hold real still,‖ though he regretted saying that as soon as her soft ass pillowed his erection. The two women had almost identical bodies. Mickey ran the revolver over her arm, but didn‘t get the same reaction as Georgia. Looks like they had some big differences inside. He made her sit on his lap while dinner cooked. Finally, it was almost six, time for Fred to come home. This time they were prepared. The house smelled like dinner, Fred lured in with a false sense of security, Mickey‘s

car inside the barn. Mickey looked around the large barn and liked what he saw. Charlie had mentioned it, and Mickey felt the same excitement when he saw all the leather straps, tools, benches and fences. Georgia would look nice stripped naked and bound out here. Mickey even found a riding crop and a small whip. Georgia would pay for her indiscretion. Fred walked in, throwing his coat on the rack, inhaling the sweet smell of the chicken in the kitchen. He was hungry, walking into the kitchen and not even seeing a thing when suddenly the lights went out. The last thing he remembered was sinking to the floor, unable to stick his hands out to stop him, the room just a faded blur as he lost unconsciousness. ―EEEEEKKK,‖ Georgia yelled when she saw Fred being slugged from behind with the barrel of a gun, a river of blood pouring from the wound as he fell to the floor with a thud, banging his head again. Then Georgia was rocked again, this time the woman hitting her with a fist, lights going off in her head as her chin was hit so hard that her head almost spun around. ―Tie him up, he‘s been a bad boy and won‘t get dinner.‖ Charlie was already hauling him up into one of the kitchen chairs, the rope from the car quickly rendering him pinned to the chair. A shiny gag covered his mouth, his lips pulled back almost into a snarl. Blood stopped flowing from the wound, but his cheek and shirt was stained with blood, a nice reminder to the others of what will happen if they disobeyed. ―I‘m hungry, everyone else get to the table and, Georgia, you serve it up. Now be real careful with your knifes. I wouldn‘t want anyone to get careless.‖ Mickey sat down, the others following, Georgia filling their plates. They ate in silence, Georgia looking over at Fred often, but not saying a word. She even brought out an apple pie as if they were honored guests. It didn‘t take long for everyone to finish, Mickey, Charlie and Vivian wolfing down their food, Clementine and Georgia barely touching theirs. ―No need to clean up, you can do it after we leave tomorrow.‖ Mickey looked over at Fred, his eyes just starting to open up. ―Get a rag and clean him up. Don‘t want him looking like that.‖ Georgia started to get up. ―No, not you, you,‖ pointing to Clementine. Clementine got up and grabbed a rag, feeling a little out of place. Fred didn‘t really care too much for her, and the feeling was mutual. It was always awkward when she came over, preferring to come over while Fred was at work. She wet the cloth, trying to be gentle as she cleaned the wound on Fred‘s head, the knot growing in size. His eyes were open, but she wasn‘t sure if he was in there yet, glazed over. The cold rag felt good, his head throbbing, not sure what happened. He tried to say something, but something was in his mouth, his lips dried, unable to stop drool from running down his lips. He finally figured out why he couldn‘t move: ropes holding his arms and legs pinned to the chair. At first, he thought it was Georgia holding the rag on his head then he realized it was Clementine. He knew in spite of them looking almost the same. He looked over, Georgia sitting in a chair, two men and a woman sitting next to her, all of them pointing guns at them. He knew they were going to rob the bank. What other reason did they have? He had seen the wanted posters from the Turley bank robbery, the men

holding the president‘s wife hostage. They had killed her and wounded the president before they escaped with the money. Fred had no desire to lose Georgia to these men or hurt himself for money. He would do whatever they wanted. ―Now that dinner is out of the way, I think it‘s time for some entertainment.‖ Mickey couldn‘t wait to get at the women. He suspected that Fred and Clementine didn‘t like each other by the way she washed his wound. Almost as if, it was killing her to be nice. ―I think Fred is awake now, Clementine. Now I want you to slip his pants and shorts down to his ankles.‖ She looked at the man, shocked at his suggestion. ―NO! I can‘t,‖ she protested. She saw the woman next to Georgia punch her in the face, this time blood spilling from her nose, Georgia‘s hands reaching up to grab her nose. ―NNNNOOOO!‖ Clementine yelled out in protest what they did to her sister. ―Next time, I‘ll break it,‖ Vivian threatened. ―Clean up,‖ she ordered Georgia. ―What do you say, Clementine? Going to do what I say or should we beat your sister a little more. Vivian can be so evil, especially when Georgia didn‘t tell us you were coming.‖ Mickey pointed back at Fred. ―Do it!‖ She had no choice, Georgia still sniffling, her nose starting to swell up. She would do anything for her sister, but she never fathomed having to do this. She walked over to Fred; sure he was smirking beneath the gag that kept him shut up. He didn‘t seem to be the least bit embarrassed. It‘s not that Clementine didn‘t play with her husband‘s prick, but to undress her sister‘s husband was almost incest. She reached down to his belt buckle, unloosening it and pulling it to the side. The button of his pants was next, the zipper remaining. She couldn‘t help to notice the way Fred‘s pants bulged out. He was excited and that humiliated Clementine more than him. She looked over at the men, one of them pointing his gun at her, motioning for her to continue. She tried to grab the top of his pants to pull the zipper down without touching his prick, but his prick jerked up in his pants. She closed her eyes as she grabbed the zipper with one hand, holding the top of his pants with the other. The hiss of the zipper pulling down sounded like thunder in the quiet room. She finally stopped when it reached the bottom. She had to open her eyes again, coming face to face with Fred‘s erect prick pushing out his underwear so obscenely. She tried to work fast to get it over with, Fred cooperating a little to easily, raising up on the chair in spite of the ropes to allow her to pull his pants down. At least she didn‘t have to look as she tugged them down to his ankles. She paused for a moment, staring at the floor, anything to prolong what she still had to do. Georgia knew it must be difficult to do what they wanted Clementine to do. She watched as Clementine finally got her nerve back, grabbing the waistband of Fred‘s underwear and pulling them down. Fred pushed up so she could pull them off as if he wanted her to do it, his cock popping out, Georgia surprised how big and hard it was. Clementine would have been embarrassed, but Fred seemed to be unusually excited at being naked in front of Clementine. What else would they make Clementine do? What would they make me do?

Fred looked down, his cock bobbing up from his lap like a giant snake seeking its prey. He wanted so much to feel her hand on it. He made it jerk, Clementine‘s eyes drawn to his moving cock. He made it move, Clementine finding her eyes pulled to it in spite of the shame. She looked away. ―Give it a few jerks, Clementine. I think you are exciting Fred.‖ Clementine‘s hand reached out hesitantly, afraid of touching another man‘s prick, especially her brother-in-law while her sister watched, but it wasn‘t her choice. Her lips were dry, as her fingers reached out and touched the rigid flesh of his prick that jutted up, her fingers curling around the hot flesh. She began to stroke it, as she did so often with her husband, her fingers quickly become slick with the slippery coating of his juices that leaked from the head. She hated Fred for being so hard and excited, feeling the throbbing member beneath her fingers, forced to tighten around the shaft as if she were enjoying it. She made broad strokes with her hand, from the base of his shaft, her fingers tickled by the wiry pubic hairs that jutted out, sliding up the shaft, her fingers curling even tighter when they passed over the thick dome. She felt the warm juices leaking uncontrollably from his prick, his ass rising up as he tried to shove more of his prick into her hand. She was red in shame, jerking off her brother-inlaw while they all watched her humiliation. ―Can I stop?‖ Her voice trembled as she begged. ―Just give his balls a squeeze first.‖ She didn‘t release his prick as her other hand slid underneath him, her fingers curling around the wiry hairs that sprang from his ball sack. She clenched tight until she could feel the delicate balls floating around inside. His cock almost jerked out of her hand in excitement. ―Harder, Clementine. He likes it too much.‖ She squeezed harder, wanting to punish him for enjoying her so much. ―MMMGGG,‖ Fred twisting in his bondage as her hand grabbed his balls too hard, trapping one of them, the shooting pain in his guts. Even her hand on his cock couldn‘t take away the pain. He felt relief when she released his balls, but she clenched again, this time her hand capturing both of his balls, feeling like a trap was snapped on them. ―AAAGGGHH,‖ rising up as far as the ropes would allow him, but her hand followed his balls, refusing to release them from the tight grip. His stomach felt like he was getting sick, the sharp pain in his gut. She was smiling when she finally released his balls. It served him right. ―I think she has a bit of evil in her,‖ Mickey looking over at the smirking sister. Nonetheless, Fred was still erect. Mickey would make sure he stays that way. It would be Clementine that did it, but Mickey would make her perform. ―Lick your hand and fingers, Clementine.‖ She had this sour look on her face as her tongue came out, finally touching her fingers, grimacing as her tongue lapped up the salty cum that Fred had leaked on her fingers. She would have more than just a taste in her mouth. ―Stand in front of Fred and undress for him. Let him compare sisters and see if they are the same.‖ She turned toward Mickey, a shocked and pleading look on her face.

Mickey ran the barrel of the revolver over Georgia‘s quivering lips, finally pushing the tip of the revolver into her mouth. ―Don‘t move, Georgia, or it may go off.‖ He looked over at Clementine. ―Begin.‖ It was the hardest thing she ever did before. She was forced to stand in front of Fred and undress, his erect prick bouncing around in excitement as she slowly opened her dress and pulled it off, standing in her chemise. She felt no desire, but she couldn‘t say the same about Fred, his prick looking like it was growing, unable to stop bouncing up and down in lewd excitement. She slowly lowered the straps of the chemise from her shoulders, holding the silky garment over her breasts before she looked away from his leering eyes to slide the garment down until it hung at her waist. She could feel the slightest breeze in the room caressing her nipples, but there was no excitement in this humiliation. Fred couldn‘t have taken his eyes off Clementine even if he wanted to. He knew that all could see how she was arousing him, but his lust took over common sense. He wished he wasn‘t gagged as she bared her breasts to him, nice nipples like Georgia that were meant to be suckled. Her body was beet red by time the chemise was at her feet, his eyes glued to the blonde bush, the fine hairs barely visible. He wished they would force her to jerk his cock again, his balls aching with the lust of his sister-in-law standing naked before him. She had a great ass, the only thing Mickey could see, but he would soon remedy that. ―Turn this way, Clementine. You have a nice ass, but Fred shouldn‘t be the only ones to enjoy the rest of your treasures.‖ She turned and faced him, her hands at her sides, fists clenched so tight that her skin was white. Her body was covered in a lovely shade of humiliation red. ―Nice tits, and I love that blonde bush. It can‘t hide much.‖ Now he would see how far she would go. Mickey still had the gun in Georgia‘s mouth, pulling back the hammer until a loud click secured it open. ―The slightest movement will make it go off, Clementine, blowing your sister‘s lovely head into hundreds of messy pieces all over the wall behind her. I want you to back up and straddle Fred‘s legs and then mount him. We‘re going to watch you fuck your brother-in-law.‖ Her mouth must have dropped a foot, Clementine not believing what he had said, but she did believe that he would pull the trigger on the gun in Georgia‘s mouth. ―That‘s incest,‖ she pleaded. ―Nonsense, he‘s not a relative. You‘re just going to fuck your sister‘s husband while she watches you. From the look of Fred‘s cock, he‘s not going to mind. And you never can tell, you might even enjoy it, Fred looks like he has a big enough cock to satisfy you. Now get on him now.‖ Mickey was eager to play with Georgia; he would leave Charlie with Clementine. He wasn‘t sure what Vivian would do. Clementine stared at the revolver that pierced her sister‘s lips like an angry prick, shuffling backward until she felt Fred‘s knees on the back of her legs. She knew what she had to do, her legs spreading wider until they were on the outside of his legs, ashamed at how she must look, her legs spread wantonly as she backed up into Fred‘s erect cock. She felt it jerking and twitching as soon as the hot meat touched her ass cheeks, Clementine moving back farther, feeling the pulsating flesh pass between her legs until it popped free in front of her. She was

forced to look down as it jutted up from between her legs, bouncing against the soft hairs of her mound. ―Stick it in,‖ Charlie growing excited watching her fuck her brother-in-law. ―You heard him, Clementine. You have this nice, big cock waiting to get inside you. Stick it in.‖ If only he could speak and beg her to put his cock into her pussy. His body arched up, but his cock only rubbed sensuously over the fine, blonde hairs of her pussy. Fred was ready to cum, and she hadn‘t even touched him yet. He had never been this aroused before. Her hand went down, grabbing the heated flesh of his prick in one hand, gripping it beneath the head. She wanted to grab it and break it in two, but she rubbed the head of his prick between her pussy lips until she could feel the heat of his juices leaking out of his prick and lubricate her passage. Up and down, she rubbed it, her pussy too dry to take a cock inside; trying to imagine it was her husband that she was mounting. It helped a little, feeling the first drops of moisture in her pussy. She stood up on her toes, pushing back until her ass cheeks were pushed into his belly, holding his prick up in the air like a cudgel. She began to lower herself down, feeling the thick head of his prick finding the way through the petals of her lips. Her own weight betrayed her, his prick slicing through her lips and into her tight hole, the slick head passing through the tight knot of her muscles as the thickness of his prick opened her up. His cock twitched and jerked inside her, Clementine finally able to release the shaft as her pussy slowly began to engulf his member inside her. She hated what she was doing, but she continued to lower herself down onto his rigid member. She had to back up, the prick sliding almost out, before she pushed back down, this time her pussy opening up to the slick prick that was penetrating her. Her body began to rock up and down, forced into this lewd exhibition. Georgia was frightened by the loaded gun in her mouth, but she felt anger as her sister and her husband began to fuck in front of her. Clementine might not be enjoying it, but Fred was having no problem with fucking her. She was sure that he would be moaning loudly if he weren‘t gagged. Clementine‘s pussy was gobbling up Fred‘s cock, disappearing into her blonde pussy inch by inch as she rode it up and down. His prick was leaking so much juice inside her that she found her pussy sliding up and down with ease. She was taking him almost all the way, riding up and down in this perverted act as they watched her. How long would he last? Would he cum in me? No one said a word for long minutes as Clementine continued to fuck Fred, the only sound in the room was the slick sound of his prick sliding in and out of her. ―Get off of him, Clementine.‖ It was Charlie speaking now, his voice hoarse. She stopped instantly, pulling up until his prick spilled free, rubbing his wet prick on her skin before she could get off his lap. She was never so thankful, finally released from the perverted act. Charlie stood up. ―Turn around and mount him, this time facing him.‖ No, not again. Just when she thought she was free, they dragged her back into the degrading act. She looked at Fred, prick jerking in excitement as she

began to straddle him again. This time she would be forced to see that silly smirk on his face as she fucked him like some animal. She stood up on her toes, her hand reaching down between her legs to steer his prick into her body again. There was no need to lubricate it, the head and shaft slick from her dripping juices. She groaned as she sank down on his prick, this time it penetrating her instantly as she sat down on him. She held onto the back of the chair, but she couldn‘t help it when her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples springing to life from the touch of his shirt. She began to ride him, at least not forced to see the others watch her degrade herself. Mickey knew what Charlie wanted, but he decided to get Georgia out of here before she saw it. He wanted her to be just as surprised as Clementine would be. He would take Georgia out to the barn. He would enjoy some nice tight bondage and maybe a little more. Any self-respecting barn must have whips, his cock throbbing at the thought of whipping her anywhere he wanted. ―I‘m gonna take Georgia out to the barn. Want to join us?‖ As much as she would like to see the shock in Clementine‘s eyes, he suspected that Mickey had something more severe in mind for Georgia, and Vivian didn‘t want to miss out on that. Evil seemed to excite Vivian. Sexually excite her. ―Yeah.‖ Georgia didn‘t know what they were going to do to her, but anything was better then watching her husband fuck her sister and enjoy it. She didn‘t want to see him cum in her, unable to erase that from her mind forever. Nothing could be as bad as that. ―You hold out for a while longer, Fred. If you cum before I tell you, I‘ll slice your balls off.‖ Charlie watched the others leave him alone with the two prisoners fucking. She could almost feel his prick getting softer when Fred was warned. She didn‘t know why he didn‘t want him to cum, but she was grateful. Anything to prolong the moment when he would dump his foul seed in her body. She didn‘t even hear Charlie getting undressed behind her, trying to blot out this perverted act that she was being forced to perform. ―AAAAAHHHHH,‖ Clementine screamed in surprise, trying to pull off of Fred and get away, but two hands dug deep into her hips and held her pinned to Fred‘s prick. She felt something wet running between her cheeks, trying to escape as it moved up until it touched her anus. She looked behind her, Charlie kneeling, naked, his face buried in her ass. ―Don‘t do that!‖ She panicked as the tongue moved over the tight knot of her anus, rubbing around it, Clementine feeling tremors run through her body, the tongue touching places that she never expected to bring such strange feelings in her body. She couldn‘t stop the spasms in her anus, the tongue fluttering over the pulsating hole like a bird. How could he lick me in such a dirty place? Why would he want to? ―Keep riding him, Clementine, if you know what‘s good for you.‖ She stopped trying to escape, Charlie moving his hands down farther, one hand holding her cheeks apart as she tried to clench them closed, a finger of the other hand sucked into his mouth until he got it wet. Clementine tried to clench her buttocks, but Charlie was too powerful, the cool air blowing between her cheeks and onto her exposed anus. She could feel

the hot breath of Charlie on her anus, Clementine flexing her inner anal muscles in a last-chance desperation effort to protect her rectum from the tongue or worse, a finger or prick from penetrating her. She felt it, not a wet, soft tongue, but the sharp point of a nail, and then her body stiffened, clenching on Fred‘s prick in fear as the unmistakable touch of a finger probed at her wrinkled anal ring. It teased the rubbery ring until it plunged forward, feeling the hard knuckle of his finger pass through the tight knot of her anus and enter her rectum. She pushed forward, but she only forced Fred‘s cock deeper into her pussy until it was pushing hard against her cervix. ―OOOH, God, nooo,‖ she cried out, the shame worse than the pain as the fingers stabbed into her backside. Charlie was beside himself, unable to stop, even if he wanted to, feeling her tight muscles grip his finger as if it were in a vise, the hot, soft passage opening under the unnatural probing of his finger. He shoved his finger in deeper, the second, thicker knuckle passing through her anal ring, Charlie‘s face only inches from her hole, watching as his finger was swallowed up in her ass. Fred finally figured out what Charlie was doing, Clementine‘s eyes shut tight, her hard nipples and breasts pushed against his chest as she impaled her pussy on his cock until he bottomed out in her. He couldn‘t believe the pleasure he felt when her hips moved, almost in a circle, her pussy clamping onto his cock, the muscles rippling up and down the shaft as she tried again to escape. Charlie was playing with her ass hole, sure that he had at least one finger up her ass, maybe two, Fred trying to concentrate and see if he could feel the finger between the walls of her pussy and ass hole. His fingernail tore at the soft lining of her intestines as he skewered her deeper, her ring stretched tight around the hard, thick knuckle, the tip of his finger pushing painfully against her muscles as her guts tried to force the intruder out. ―That hurts, please, don‘t,‖ she cried. ―Hold still,‖ he warned her. He felt her body surrender as his fingers dug so deep into her hips that he drew blood and a gasp from the blonde. He could hear her sobbing quietly, but that only inflamed his lust. He dug his finger into her cruelly, shoved deep into the virginal ass hole, bending his fingertip as he widened and expanded the tight hole for something much bigger. Without warning he shoved a second finger in her, Clementine woken again, jerking spastically but having nowhere to move, pinned to the cock that was deep in her pussy. Charlie would soon fill her other hole. Her anal ring stretched tight around his two fingers as he pushed them up the tight, round passage, fighting her muscles as he dug deep into her rectum. He held them inside her, her muscles rippling up and down his fingers, feeling the heat and the tightness, his cock jerking in pleasure at the thought of how it would feel to be inside her ass. It hurt now; her ring stretched too wide, feeling as if his fingers were tearing her back there. They burrowed deep into her guts like a tiny animal that never stopped moving, pushing in and out of her elastic passage, spreading her open from the inside. She couldn‘t take much more of this; grateful when she felt the fingers retreating, feeling like her guts were collapsing behind them as they pulled out. They stopped at her ring, keeping it open, feeling the air blowing inside her. ―GGGGGHHHHRRR,‖ she cried, the fingers shoved back in hard and fast, more of them, stretching her insides until the pain shot through her guts.

What was he going to do, shove his fist up my backside? She was never going to survive this, his sharp fingernails tearing at the soft walls of her bowels. He finger fucked her ass hole until he beat her muscles into submission, Clementine arching up and down on Fred‘s cock as Charlie‘s fingers in her ass hole controlled her like a puppet. Unable to wait, he reluctantly pulled his fingers from her ass hole; the virgin hole now pink and swollen, closing slowly as if wanting the fingers back. He had something better for her. He got off the floor, crouching down behind her. ―You hold real still, and I‘ll give you something.‖ She began to sob, knowing what he was about to do. She always thought that sodomy was for gays, never expecting a man would want to put his prick in such a dirty hole. She was pinned to Fred, his cock jerking excitedly inside her, enjoying what was about to happen to her. She only hoped that maybe one of them would decided to do the same thing to him, Clementine wishing that they would let her watch as one of them fed a cock up his ass and see how he liked it. She felt his hands on her buttocks, dragging them apart until she thought her anus was going to tear. ―AAAAAHHH,‖ she cried out, feeling the hard, rubbery head of his prick sliding up and down her crack, passing over her anus and then settling back down until she felt he lewd pressure of his prick between her split buttocks. It was huge, her hole so tiny. Three fingers hurt, Clementine unable to imagine what it would feel like to have a log shoved up her backside. Charlie had to grip his shaft with one hand to keep it from bending as he increased the pressure, the head of his cock pushing her anus inside her, the blunt head too big for the tiny hole. He pulled back then pushed forward again, this time the quivering muscles of her anus gave way as the head of his cock suddenly forced its way from the unyielding pressure and sank into her rectum with a suddenness that even surprised Charlie. One minute he was trying to force his way in, the next second the head of his cock was in the hot, tight vise of her rectum, gripped so tight that the blood was pushed from the head. Pain shot through her guts as she felt the lewd probing of his raping cock fighting to get into her clenching anus. Her head shot up, her blonde hair glued to her forehead from the sweat as she screamed out as her sphincter gave way under the relentless pressure of his prick. It was too big, tearing her as it cruelly thrust inside her virgin rectum, filling her with its expanding hardness. She tried to cry out, but nothing came out as her virgin ass hole was raped. The pain tore through her stomach, Clementine afraid of the damage he might do if she continued to fight him. She somehow had to survive this cruel double rape. She could feel his prick flexing inside her, knowing that he was getting ready to drive his cock deep into her bowels, afraid he would tear her forever. She used all her will power, she tried to relax her muscles, her clenching and unclenching buttocks finally forced into submission. She pushed back on her anus, trying to relax her anus and keep it from tearing. It was already spread too wide, afraid that it would never survive the penetration of the rest of his cock in her ass hole. One minute he didn‘t think he would ever get his cock in any deeper, then next, he felt something change in her. She had surrendered. It even felt like she was trying to accommodate his cock, her ass arching up as if she were trying to get into a better position for him to fuck her ass hole. He didn‘t ask questions or wait for her to change her mind. He grabbed her hips and thrust inside her,

feeling the way her anus flexed on her cock, grabbing it as if it were trying to draw it into her body. It felt like a huge log driving up inside her, Charlie never stopping. He would shove in hard, Clementine trying to relax her muscles, but it was hard as his raping cock stretched her back passage. When he could go no farther, he would pull out, her insides sucked out by the tremendous pressure as the thick head created a vacuum behind it. He would stop when his head yanked the tender ridges of her anal ring out then would thrust back in with a powerful lunge that took her breath away. The searing pain shot through her belly as his cock sodomized her painfully. She could feel her guts filled with his blood-engorged cock, stretching and teasing the soft walls of her bowels, growing and expanding the deeper his cock went inside her. Charlie had settled into a routine, fucking her ass hole, each thrust forcing Clementine to take the full measure of his cock into her ass hole, her body shoved up against Fred as she was forced to fuck his cock in her pussy. She was taking the double fucking, gasps from her lips with each thrust, but her ass hole felt like it was sucking him deeper with each thrust. *** At least Georgia was spared from seeing the acts her husband and sister were performing. She saw Fred‘s face, he was enjoying it too much, afraid of what else they were making Clementine do to Fred. She was too worried about what they were going to do to her, Mickey and Vivian following her to the barn. Why the barn if they were only going to rape me? Why not in my own bed? The barn door creaked as it opened. Georgia hadn‘t been in the barn for a long time, no longer in use since oil became the principal crop. It smelled murky as she walked in. She stopped, not sure what she should do. ―Over here,‖ Vivian spotting the rope curled so conveniently on the wall. She took it down. There was a large support in the center of the barn for the roof, the beam over six inches wide. ―Back against it.‖ She uncurled the rope, holding it so Georgia could see it. ―Please, don‘t tie me up. I‘ll do what you want.‖ She was afraid of what they might do to her once she was tied up and defenseless. ―I don‘t think you will be so willing. Arms above your head.‖ Mickey joined in. He pulled her arms high up, then pushed them behind the beam, his eyes staring at her breasts as the arch of her arms pushed her breasts out so nicely. He grabbed the rope and tied her wrists together behind the beam, making sure it wrapped around the beam so she couldn‘t pull her arms down. ―Such a sweet little slut, all tied up and waiting.‖ Vivian‘s voice had an evil tone in it, remembering when they did the same thing to her. ―I think she has too many clothes on.‖ ―Yes, but hard to take them off with her arms bound, good thing I brought this?‖ Mickey held up the knife. She looked at the hunting knife coming out of his suit as if everyone carried a knife in their pocket. It had a three-inch blade that glistened in the light from the flickering lantern that Vivian had lit. She had read the story about the

other robbery, the wife killed, but they never said how. Was she carved up with a knife? She feared the horrific pain if the knife sliced her flesh. She could barely breathe, her heart racing as Mickey came toward her, the knife almost in her face as he neared. The sweat began to drip from her forehead in spite of the cool night air, the terror as Mickey touched her neck with the sharp point of the knife. ―Hold real still, Georgia, I wouldn‘t want to cut you too much,‖ Mickey laughing an evil laugh as he pricked her skin until the first drop of red blood blotched the alabaster skin of her neck. He saw her arms struggling, but the ropes held her pinned tight. She felt the sharp prick of the knife, not the pain she thought it would be, but she held her breath, afraid that the slightest movement would drive the knife deeper into her skin. She felt it move, the edge of the knife rubbing across her neck as though he was trying to shave her with it. She grunted when the knife moved lower to the top of her dress, poised for a second before it moved down to the buttons. They all went spraying across the floor of the barn, the dress pulling apart as each button released the pressure from the arch of her back on the dress, pulling back to reveal her silk chemise. She regretted wearing such a sexy one, meant only for the eyes of her husband. Now, she was being stripped naked, the knife cutting through the last button, the dress hanging limply to the sides. ―Please, don‘t do this,‖ she begged, her eyes filled with tears. The ropes cut painfully into her wrists, but she still struggled to get free. ―Shut up unless you want to be gagged, too!‖ Vivian threatened her, but she wanted her mouth free, wanting to see her forced to suck Mickey‘s and Charlie‘s cocks back to life after they fuck her. Her lips were sealed tight, Mickey moving the knife to her shoulders, the dress a pile of rags in a matter of seconds, Georgia cringing each time the knife tore the dress off her body, afraid it was going to cut her skin. She hung there, half naked, only in her chemise, and she knew that it wouldn‘t last much longer. At least she wasn‘t forced to strip willingly as Clementine was. Mickey stared into her eyes, his cock pushing against her pussy as he slipped the knife down her white cleavage, the blade leaving a mark without cutting the skin. He moved the knife to the thin, sheer straps on her shoulders, snipping each one, her chemise still held up by her out-thrust breasts. It took only a second longer to move the blade down the front of the chemise, the soft whoosh as it sliced through the thin material as if it were butter. He cut it all the way to her crotch, the chemise holding temporarily to her body before it suddenly fell to the floor as if released by magical fingers. His cock jerked when it felt her hot flesh. He stood back so he could admire her body. Her full breasts stood up almost majestically, capped like a mountain with two brown areolas that surrounded hard, pointed nipples that were excited His eyes were drawn across the flat plane of her stomach to the full, brown bush, her trembling thighs clenched tight as if she could somehow protect the treasure between her legs. She was naked, Mickey looking at her as if she was a piece of meat, and she couldn‘t put out of her mind the feeling of his prick pushed against her naked sex. Her legs were tightly together, but her eyes went to the knife as it began to move, the edge of the blade moving between her breasts, slightly cutting her flesh, but the blood didn‘t pour from the wound. It just stung when her sweat dripped into

the cut. He was moving the knife around her right breast, lifting it up with the edge of the blade, forcing her nipple to almost point to the ceiling. It moved to her other breast, the blade rubbing on the soft underbelly as it lifted up her full breast. The knife moved down her belly, stopping at her belly button as she sucked in her stomach then the tip of the blade twisting around inside before moving to the top of her bush. She tried to shrink away from the blade, but her naked ass pushed into the rough beam, a splinter of wood piercing one of her cheeks. She pushed away from the beam, only to find herself pushing into the blade. Mickey played with her body, goose bumps popping up everywhere the knife visited. He moved it back up to her breasts, this time taking the tip of the blade and rubbing it around her areolas until the goose bumps grew as well as her nipple, growing harder from the unexpected arousal. She felt the tip of the blade cut her areola, a strange pleasure-pain feeling racing through her breast. She didn‘t understand how her nipple grew as the knife played so close to it. She couldn‘t even see the cuts, but she felt the sting of them. She couldn‘t breathe; afraid her chest rising and falling would force her flesh into the razor-sharp blade. ―Big, hard nipples,‖ Mickey commented, pricking the point of the knife into one until he heard her sharp intake of breath when the knife pricked the meat of her nipple, a tiny drop of blood appearing on the knife. ―EEEEWWWW,‖ she cried out, the sharp pain in her nipple shooting through her breast. The knife had pierced her nerve-rich nipple. He pulled the knife away, Georgia looking down to see it move down her stomach again, this time afraid it would go much farther than before. She kept her legs clenched tightly, the knife stopping when it got to her bush. She sucked in her gut, trying to escape the knife, but he moved closer. She felt the tug on the follicles of hair in her bush, and then the knife moved down in a sharp swipe that cut the hairs as it moved down. ―Nooo,‖ she cried out, but the pile of her pubic hair fell to the ground in front of her. Mickey had to kneel down, his hands on her hips to hold her still while the knife moved with precision to slice off the hairs at the roots until he had most of the pubic hairs gone except for some unsightly ones near her slit. They would require more precision and for Georgia to spread her legs. The knife blade moved to the tender area where her legs met her torso. He punctured her skin. ―Spread your legs.‖ Another puncture wound, a thin trail of blood running down her thigh. She had no choice, feeling the warm blood running down her leg, he had cut her, not once, but twice. She felt the pain, knowing there was an artery close by, afraid he would knick it and she would die from the sudden loss of blood. She felt the shame, his face so close to her sex that she could feel his hot breath blowing on her freshly shorn mound. With no other alternative, she began to spread her legs, knowing that Mickey was getting an up close and personal view of her sex, but the sharp knife kept pricking her inner thighs, each time Georgia forced to spread them wider. She was afraid of what he would do once she was spread. She closed her eyes in humiliation; her legs now spread over four feet wide. She felt the knife moving across her mound again, this time fingers

grabbing both of her lips and pulling them back, Georgia shamed as the cool air of the knife blew into her intimate inner lips, knowing his eyes could see things that no stranger should see. She trembled as the knife moved along her slit, afraid it would nick her as she felt the tug on the last few hairs left until she knew she was bald. ―Damn, are you hot, bitch,‖ Mickey exclaimed. In spite of what he was doing, he had a hard time holding onto her pussy lips, the juices making them slippery. She felt the knife toying with her sex, her ass cheeks clenching uncontrollably as she tried to move away from the knife. It ran along her slit, then down lower between her legs, the flat blade running over her perineum, getting up on her toes as she struggled to escape the blade. It moved over the edge of her buttocks, the soft, tender part, Georgia wishing she could somehow vanish from here and the shame of what he was doing to her. She felt a kiss on her thigh, his lips hot as they touched so close to her sex, a place even her husband hadn‘t kissed. She felt his hand moving between her legs, pulling her forward as one hand slid behind her and grabbed her buttocks in his large hand. Fingers pawed at her buttocks, spreading her ass until she felt the hot, sweatdrenched crack exposed. She felt the knife follow his fingers, sliding across her ass cheek, Georgia trying to keep her buttocks from tightening onto the sharp blade. The side of the blade moved in her crack, Georgia frozen as the sharp blade touched her narrow crack. She felt a strange tremor in her pussy, feeling her inner muscles clenching as if she were trapping her husband‘s prick inside her. The cold steel of the blade ran over her anus, the tight muscles clenching, her cheeks suddenly snapping shut and trapping the knife between them. ―Her pussy and ass hole snap shut on the knife. She likes it,‖ Mickey cried out in excitement. He could smell her, a combination of fear and arousal, his knife gripped tightly by her ass, imagining what it would feel like when it was his cock that was gripped so excitedly. She had to will her body to release the knife, afraid he would pull it out when she was still clenched tightly around it, slicing her deeply. The knife slid out, her anus going into spasms, tiny nicks cut onto the raised anal pad as the knife pulled away, burning deep in her bowels. The knife moved between her lips again, rocking back and forth as she stood balanced precariously on her toes, her legs spread wide to accommodate the painful and intimate examination. Mickey slipped her pussy lips around the cold blade of the knife, rocking it back and forth, sure that the blade was touching her clit, an animalist cry from Georgia. He pressed the tip harder against her clit until he was rewarded with another gasp of pain. She couldn‘t imagine anyone would do such a thing, but he was rocking the cold steel of the blade against her pleasure button, Georgia afraid he would slice it off. The pressure sent a shock wave of pain in her loins. She didn‘t know what it was, the pain, the fear or the shame, but she felt a different rush come over her body as the blade rubbed erotically against her clit. She felt he humiliation as her body responded to the evil man and his knife between her legs. The blade continued to move, feeling the nicks in her pussy lips stinging with an unexpected pleasure, the pain inseparable from the pleasure between her legs.

―AAAAHHHH,‖ she groaned. The knife moved through her slit and then back up through her ass crack, sliding back over her anus. Her hips were moving, but not to escape, Mickey more than willing to accommodate her. The knife slipped in her ass, her cheeks relaxed to allow the knife to find her anus. He pushed the tip of the knife around her wrinkled, tiny hole, Georgia dancing on the tip of the blade. ―EEWWWW,‖ she gasped as the tip of the knife teased at her most private place. The pricks of the knife forced her anus inward, afraid that the knife would violate her in such a forbidden place. She knew she wouldn‘t be able to control her own muscles if it entered her, sliced deep in her bowels to bleed to death. ―I think the bitch will cum if you keep it up.‖ Vivian wasn‘t about to let her do that. Not without more pain. ―I know just the thing for her. Help me string her up.‖ Mickey‘s cock was hard, too hard, but he saw what Vivian did to her husband, still not really trusting her. He pulled the knife away, looking at Georgia, so erotic as she stood with her arms tied over her head, her breasts sticking out with full, hard nipples pointing almost up into the air. Her legs still spread as though she was afraid to close them, her mound as bald as a baby, her puffy lips split. He could see the tiny nicks of red on her mound where the knife had found its mark. But he, also, saw the wet oily lips of her pussy. Vivian grunted as she dragged the bale of hay to the center of the barn, positioning it just right for what she had in mind. Mickey had cut her down, helping her over to where Vivian was. ―On your back, Georgia.‖ She didn‘t give her time to respond or protest, pushing her back until her legs hit the bale of hay and she fell backward. *** Charlie‘s prick didn‘t hurt as much as it did; the twin pricks inside growing harder, Clementine knowing that they would soon cum in her, shaming her. Charlie‘s prick forced her up and down on Fred‘s prick, forced her to fuck her own brother-in-law. Fred had no shame, a smile on his face, his jerking prick inside her revealing his pleasure at what she was being forced to do to him. Charlie felt her muscles rippling up and down his cock, knowing he was ready, his balls aching for release. He sent his cock deep into her clasping rectum, thrusting faster, her ass hole milking his cock. She felt it, both men cumming in her simultaneously as though they had planned it. She felt the searing jet of cum shoot into her pussy, humiliated as her brother-in-law dumped his sperm into her body. The shame was worse for the one in her ass; never believing that anyone would actually put his prick in her backside, but the hot, molten cum that jetted out powerfully deep in her bowels sealed her shame forever. The prick swelled repeatedly, each time another jet of cum filling her guts. They finally finished cumming, Clementine willing her reluctant muscles to force both shrinking invaders from her passages. She felt the flood of cum race down her thighs. She, at least, felt a sense of relief that it was over.

Charlie stood back as Clementine got off Fred. In spite of cumming, Fred was still semi-hard. It seemed that fucking his sister-in-law was very gratifying. Why not give him more of what he wanted? ―Not so fast, Clementine. Stroke Fred, he seems to still want more.‖ ―No, not again,‖ she cried out in protest. She saw the gun pointed at her, knowing she had no choice. Her hands reached out, touching the wet prick that dumped his cum in her. She felt it grow as soon as she touched it, jerking in pleasure as her hand slid up and down the slippery shaft as his erection grew. It didn‘t take long for it to get hard, an evil glance at her brother-in-law failing to stop his arousal. ―Good girl, Clementine. Mount him again, this time in your ass.‖ She was still sore in her backside, not wanting another prick up there. ―No, let me take him in my pussy. It‘ll hurt back there,‖ she begged. Charlie smiled. ―No, your ass. Now mount him and ass fuck his cock.‖ She had no choice, grabbing his prick, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh not deterring his hardness. She scooted her body over his hips, her back to him; at least he wouldn‘t see her face as she was forced to take his prick in her backside. She rubbed the slick head of his prick against her anus, her hole now swollen and partially opened from the previous rape. She groaned as the head of his cock slipped in with ease, though not for her, her insides still sore. Fred couldn‘t believe it, never having been inside a woman‘s ass before. It felt different, rounder, her muscles rippling up and down his cock as the head was crushed by the tight muscles. He flexed his cock inside her, each time her muscles responding, pleasuring him as he never felt before. She began to slide up and down on his prick and he knew he wouldn‘t last long. It was just too good. She was riding him almost eagerly. ―Clench your ass muscles and make him cum inside you, Clementine.‖ She grunted and groaned as she pumped up and down on the prick, feeling it sliding through her abused anal ring, stretching the taut muscles. She hated what she was doing, but her buttocks clenched and unclenched, her inner muscles gripping his prick as it slid out. She could feel him growing in her, stretching her insides until she thought he would tear her. She pumped harder when she felt it, the hot cum let loose inside her bowels. She milked it until she finally felt the relief of his softening prick forced out by her abused anal muscles. At last it was over, both men‘s pricks drained. She could barely stand as she got off him, her legs exhausted. ―Over here, I need to tie you up so I can go out into the barn and see if your sister is as good of a fuck as you are.‖ Charlie grabbed the rope. ―Lay on your back on the table.‖ She should have realized that something was wrong, but she was too tired to resist, even if she could. She lay on the cold wood of the table, Charlie pulling her over to the edge until her head almost hung over the side. He grabbed her arms and pulled them down to the table legs, Clementine finding herself almost upside down, staring up at the ceiling. She felt hands on her legs, tying them to the opposite legs until she was pinned to the table, unable to move. She felt relief when Charlie left her alone. She could hear something, but couldn‘t see until she

saw Fred standing over her, naked, his limp prick hanging down close to her face. Charlie was standing next to him, his gun pointed at his head. ―Lean over her, but not before you slip your cock in her mouth.‖ Charlie knew she wouldn‘t do it willingly, so he grabbed her by the hair and yanked hard. He saw the tears in her eyes as her mouth opened to scream in pain. That was all Fred needed, as eager to do it, as Charlie was to force her to take his cock in her mouth. She couldn‘t believe the pain in her scalp, feeling like her hair was being torn out hair by hair. He wanted her to take Fred‘s prick in her mouth, his soiled prick, Clementine refusing at first. The pain increased, her mouth finally opening as she began to scream. She felt Fred‘s fingers pushed into the corner of her mouth, and then she felt the rubbery flesh of his prick slide between her lips, leaving a trail of salty cum, mixed with what came from her ass. She felt the darkness as his body spread over hers, his limp prick slowly filling her mouth with his foul prick. Charlie tied him down; stretching Fred over Clementine‘s bound body on the table but in the opposite direction. His arms were bound near her legs, his legs tied to her arms. She barely was able to breathe, but Charlie didn‘t care. He pulled the gag out of Fred‘s mouth. ―I don‘t want to hear any yelling, but you can talk to your sister-in-law while I go visit your wife. I‘m going to fuck her in places you never did and make her enjoy it.‖ ―Mmmggg,‖ was all the noise Clementine could make, her cheeks swelling up from the flesh that filled her mouth. ―I‘m sorry, Clementine,‖ Fred finally able to speak. ―He made me.‖ He felt his prick beginning to stir, her lips gripping it as tight as her ass hole. She moved her tongue, his prick beginning to show signs of growing erect. No, he couldn‘t, not again. He just came for the second time, how could he get hard again? What kind of pervert was he? What would happen to his prick if he became hard? He was pinned against her. There was only one place for his prick to go. Down her throat. She tried to stay still, moving her tongue once made his prick twitch in excitement. She had to remain motionless, not giving him any reason to grow erect. She was alone in her silence, his prick filling her mouth, unable to say anything. Even as she stayed still, Fred was not. She could feel his hips begin to move. First, so slowly that she didn‘t even realize it, but when his prick began to grow, she knew what he was doing. He was enjoying being inside her mouth. She wanted to cry out her indignity, but even the flutter of her tongue sent his prick in her mouth twitching in excitement. Time passed so slowly, and the inevitable began to happen. His prick grew erect. She felt him flexing his prick, his hips moving, feeling the slightest movement of his prick through her lips. Her cheeks began to swell bigger. His prick had filled her mouth, bent in its limp state, but now, as it began to grow erect, it began to stretch out. She felt the first jerk of his prick, sliding over her tongue as it began to harden. She began to sob, knowing what he was doing and she couldn‘t do anything to stop him. She knew it would only end one way. He would cum. Cum in her mouth, and she would be forced to swallow it or choke to death. How could he do such a thing to me?

Fred was ashamed and excited, his cock in his sister-in–law‘s mouth, Clementine forced to take it while he lay bound over her tied body. Neither of them could move and that only added to his arousal. She didn‘t move, but just the thought of his cock inside her mouth, her soft lips wrapped around his shaft made him more excited. The more he tried not to move, the more his mind conjured up images of her sucking him, the awakening of his cock slowly unfolding in the hot depths of her mouth. He couldn‘t even control it if he wanted, his cock finally stretching out as it grew semi-hard, twitching in her mouth as it recovered from being bent in two. He could feel it sliding over her tongue, only adding to the excitement. He heard her muffled grunt as he filled her mouth with his enlarging organ, unable to contain his own lust any longer. He was tied tight to the table, but his hips could move, slowly pulling back and then shoving back in, the head of his cock riding across her tongue, her lips feeling so tight over his shaft. ―I‘m sorry, Clementine,‖ but his voice didn‘t sound convincing, not when his hips were already thrusting his growing cock into her trapped mouth. The hypocrite, feigning forgiveness when his prick grew in her mouth, his hips beginning to fuck her mouth as if it were her pussy. It was the final degradation, Fred already fucking her pussy and her ass, now her virgin mouth was being raped by her own brother–in-law while the others did unspeakable acts to her sister in the barn. She had already experienced what is was like to have two men take her at once, her body split by twin pricks that threatened to tear her apart, sure that Georgia was being raped at this very moment. His cock grew and grew; the slightest movement of Clementine‘s mouth or tongue making it grow exponentially. He felt the head push to the back of her mouth, but he knew that there was much more to go and the only place it could go was down her throat. It only excited him more at the thought of his cock being forced down her throat and the thought of what it would feel like to have his big organ in such a tight place. He couldn‘t wait, his hips moving more urgently. ―I can‘t help it, Clementine. The only way to end it is to make me cum. Use your tongue on me, and we can end it sooner.‖ His voice was almost desperate. She hated that he was correct. She had to end this, barely able to breathe, his body pinned over hers, his cock blocking her mouth from sucking in air. Her only hope was to make his prick soft again and that would require him to cum. Cum in her mouth. She felt like a whore, but her tongue began to move. Tentatively, she raised it up, pinned beneath his prick. His prick shuddered the minute her tongue touched it, lapping across the side of the head, feeling the sharp ridge on the thick helmet. The salty taste of his cum began to permeate her mouth, sure that her tongue had forced more of his cum to leak prematurely from his prick. ―GGGGLLLUBBBBB,‖ the thick head of his prick grew and shoved against the back of her mouth. She gagged. ―GGLLLUUGGHHH,‖ his prick flexing, her mouth opening wide when she gagged only allowing his prick to slip deeper into her mouth. Tears fell from her eyes as she gagged on the man meat that was slowly being forced down her throat. She couldn‘t stop him, his prick flexing each time she choked, his hips forcing more of his prick into her breached throat. Her stomach turned over and over as she felt the flesh growing in her throat, going deeper, stretching her.

He couldn‘t believe it. As soon as she choked the first time, it felt like her throat opened up and began to suck his cock inside. She was tight, his prick head compressed into the tiny hole as Fred pushed with his hips, shoving as much of his cock into her throat. Her choking only excited him more, his cock growing to such proportions. He felt the muscles of her throat begin to try to force him out, only making him bigger, making him shove deeper. His cock shuddered and twitched for long minutes in her throat, her gagging and choking only adding to his pleasure. It was like a log was shoved down her throat, but this one was flesh, growing flesh, filling her throat without regard to the pain, her stomach turning over and over as she was forced to swallow his manhood. It stretched out; feeling like it was in her stomach, his pubic hairs tickling her lips, his balls laying on her forehead. He began to move, feeling the prick sliding up her dry throat, never quite pulling out before he thrust back in. It felt like hours, fucking her mouth and throat as Clementine suffered the degrading act. It came suddenly, feeling the head of his prick swell before she felt it. At least she didn‘t have to swallow it, feeling the flesh in her throat swell with each jet of cum that shot directly into her stomach, Clementine humiliated that she was nothing but a receptacle for his cum. Fred wished he could pull out of her throat and force her to take his cum in her mouth and swallow it, but he had to settle for cumming in her belly, content to know that his semen was filling her stomach. He must have jetted at least four times before he finished. He couldn‘t pull out, but he was rewarded with the gentle contractions of her throat as it slowly forced his cock out and into her mouth. He gave his cock one last jerk, hoping that he had enough cum to fill her mouth with his salty essence. ―Thank you,‖ was all he could say, resting with his shrunken cock in her mouth. She tasted his cum on her tongue, holding still, not wanting to risk making it grow erect again, her throat still sore from being raped. She only hoped that they would come back and release them, his prick still in her mouth, unable to push it out. *** It had been almost two hours, still no sign of the others. Clementine was trying to hold it as long as she could, but finally she had to give into her natural urges. She felt it warm and trickling down her thighs to pool beneath her, shamed by her lack of control. She had peed, the urge deep in her gut. ―I thought I was the only one,‖ Fred laughing as he saw her peeing only inches from his face, able to smell the acrid piss that spilled out onto the table. He had the same problem, but he was able to pull his face away from Clementine. She wasn‘t in the same position. His cock was still in her mouth, shrunken, but his bladder was full, and he wasn‘t sure how much longer he could hold it. He felt her struggle as she realized the perilous situation she was in. ―I can‘t help it, I can‘t hold out any longer.‖ He was going to have to let loose his bladder, but he was afraid of choking her to death if he released the torrent of piss stored up. She was moving her mouth around his cock, but the

urge to pee was stronger than his urge to get hard. ―I‘ll piss a little at a time in your mouth. That‘ll give you a chance to swallow it so you don‘t choke.‖ The pig, thinking he was doing her a favor by only pissing in her mouth a little at a time. It was disgusting, expecting her to swallow his foul piss and to do it repeatedly until he was empty. How long would it last? Will I be able to do it without throwing up? She was afraid of choking to death on her own vomit. She had no choice in the matter, her body tense as she waited for the inevitable. It felt like she surrendered, Fred not feeling her mouth moving. She was really going to let him do it. He had to fight the arousal, unable to piss if he became hard. He clenched his prostrate, his buttocks tightened. It was hard to do, but he let out a short burst of piss into her mouth and quickly clenched his muscles to stop the flow of piss into her mouth. He could hear his piss gurgling in her mouth, a watery gasp and then a loud gulp as she swallowed the first load of piss. His bladder still felt full. She would have to take many more mouthfuls before he was emptied. It shot out like a river of hot acid into her mouth. It not only tasted bad, but also smelled bad, Clementine wrenching as her cheek swelled with his acrid piss. He said it would be just a little, but it felt like she already had a mouthful before it stopped. It was so hot, sitting in her mouth, but Clementine just as afraid to swallow it as keep it in her mouth. She finally had to do it, gulping loudly as the hot piss slipped down her throat, sitting heavily in her stomach as she fought the nausea. She barely had time to recover when he filled her mouth again, Clementine gulping loudly as her cheeks ballooned with his urine. It felt like hours and hundreds of mouthfuls before he was finished. Her belly felt as if it was swollen, her mouth still full of the taste of his piss. She never felt so disgusted, degraded by Fred, his prick still sitting on her tongue, afraid he would get hard again, and she would have to go through another throat rape. She was never so glad to hear the others come back in the room. Anything would be better than what Fred had done to her. She would never be able to look him in the face again; humiliated at the things she was forced to perform on him. *** The hay scratched as they pushed her down on her back. They both pounced on her like wild animals. A leather strap was wrapped around her waist, pulled tight until she could barely breathe. Her arms were pulled back behind her, unable to see what they were doing, but she felt cold leather wrapped around each of her wrists, and then they each pulled here arms in opposite directions, feeling the straps tighten as they were tied securely to something behind her. They released her arms, but they didn‘t budge an inch, the muscles in her upper arms drawn taut, her shoulders already aching from the unnatural position. She feared what they would do next, moving to her legs. Thicker leather straps were wrapped around her slim ankles, Georgia humiliated as they spread her open like a Thanksgiving turkey. Her legs spread, but they pulled them back, both of them coming to her sides, almost behind her, her ankles in their hands. Her ass rose up from the bale of hay until the strap around her waist kept her pinned. But it didn‘t stop them, spreading her legs until her crotch felt like it was going to tear

up the middle, her legs forced down and tied to something behind her. She felt her pussy lips pulled apart by the wide spread, but, also, her ass cheeks parted wide, the cold air of the nighttime blowing on her exposed anus. They both stood looking down at her, Mickey‘s hard cock pushing out the front of his pants like a thick log. ―Juicy little cunt,‖ Mickey remarked. He looked down at her, excited at what they were going to do to her. The three of them had talked about it, wanting to do so much more than they did to Vivian. Charlie would soon join them in the barn, but he had some things he wanted to do to Fred and Clementine, both of them would remember it for a long time. Charlie told him what he found in the barn, laying out all that he found on the table nearby. Mickey looked at the selection, picking up the riding crop, surprised the leather was still so supple. It had only been used on horses, but it would be used for something more. Once he softened up her flesh, she would be willing to do anything and everything. Her eyes opened wide in fright when she saw what was in his hand. It was a riding crop, remembering it when she used to go riding. It was hers, and now Mickey was threatening to use it on her. What else did they find out here? She expected to be raped, almost resigned to the fact after seeing what they did to Clementine but not this. ―No, please. I‘ll do whatever you want,‖ she begged, but she could see his hand rising up in the air. He wouldn’t really do that, would he? That would be inhuman. She heard the crop whistling through the air as it came down on her, Georgia bracing for it. The tip of the crop hit her just below her naked breast, chewing into her flesh, feeling like she was burned with a red-hot poker as it slashed across her skin. She bit her lip, tasting blood as she felt the sting of the leather on her tender flesh. Mickey though he would cum when he heard the whip hit her skin with a loud slap, her naked tit bouncing as the whip hit her just below it. She didn‘t scream, but he could see the pain in her tear-stained eyes. He raised the crop over his head again, slashing down, this time hitting across her stomach, a red splotch where the leather crop tore into her flesh. This time he was rewarded with a scream from her lips. She barely had time to fill her lungs with air when she heard the whistle of the whip flying through the air, and then it hit her with a sound thump on her stomach, just above where the leather strap kept her pinned to the bale. She couldn‘t contain the pain this time. ―EEEEEHHH!‖ It felt like her skin was on fire. ―Don‘t do this to me. What do you want from me?‖ ―I want to hear you scream,‖ Mickey growing more excited, fishing his cock out of his pants so it would be free. Not even Georgia could have expected it, the crop rising up into the air to cross over her left shoulder. Expecting it on her stomach, she sucked in her gut, but the crop struck higher up, the leather crop beating into the soft tissue of her left breast with a thick thud that shook her breasts. He didn‘t even wait for the scream, the crop up and down, again attacking her left breast, this time biting painfully into her nipple. Lights exploded in her head as the pain raced through her breast, sure that her nipple was ripped from her breast. She opened her tearstained eyes, seeing her nipple still there, but it was already swelling up. She had never seen her nipple so hard and red, standing up as if giving him a better

target. It wasn‘t lost on Mickey, swinging the crop sideways so that the cut across her nipple and slashing the rich nerve endings with a powerful blow that brought a shrill cry from her lips. ―EEEEWWWWW.‖ Mickey‘s cock hardened more with each blow of the crop. He had never felt so excited, making her tits dance on her chest as the crop slapped at them until they were bouncing back and forth on her chest. He paid particular attention to her nipples, swinging the crop so that the flat leather end of the crop just caught the nipple and part of the areola, attacking the sensitive tips with such brutality. He hit her breasts with the crop, the sound of the leather beating her flesh sounding like gunshots each time the crop beat into her flesh. He finally stopped, Georgia sobbing, her nipples feeling like they were torn and ripped. ―God, I loved that,‖ Mickey cried out excitedly. He reached down, slapping her breasts with the flat of his hand, enjoying the feel of his hands hitting her naked flesh and making them dance. He finally stopped to look at her nipples, unable to contain his lust, gripping each red and hard nipple in his fingers and squeezing them so tight. He stared into her eyes, seeing the pain, yanking and twisting them as the tears clouded her pleading eyes. In spite of it all, her nipples continued to swell. How could he do such a thing to me? Her breasts felt bruised, her nipples stung like fire. He stood over her, laughing at her, his prick bobbing in front of him. He moved away from her breasts, but it only got worse. His hand slapped hard against the inside of her thighs, the tender skin turning red with each powerful blow, moving from her knee all the way up to her crotch, feeling the rush of air on her mound as his hand switched back and forth between each thigh. ―EEEGHHHH,‖ she cried out. Georgia should have realized what he would do, but she somehow expected him not to be so evil. His hand came up from between her legs, not to strike her thighs, but his large hand hitting her square on her mound with the flat of his palm. ―SSSPLLLAAT!‖ Mickey was almost sure that his hand was wet when he hit her pussy, his fingers pushing between her puffy lips. Her pinned body was unable to do anything to escape, her pussy lips absorbing all the power of his slap. He looked at her pussy, the lips a slight pink, but otherwise they looked normal. Not to be deterred, his slapped her pussy again, this time harder, a louder scream torn from her lips. He left his hand on her mound, feeling the heat in her skin from where he had struck her. ―That‘s just a little spanking, Georgia.‖ Vivian pushed Mickey aside. He was being too nice. She remembered what they put her through; he wanted to make sure these bitches got worse. A lot worse. ―I‘ll show you how to do it.‖ Mickey stood back, one hand going to his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched Vivian pick up the riding crop. This should be good. She flourished the crop through the air, making it whistle as Georgia‘s eyes followed it in fear. The crop felt comfortable in her hand, as if she had been using it for years. She looked down at the naked woman, her legs drawn back and spread, leaving her sex so open, her pussy lips yawning apart to reveal the pink inner lips. In spite of Mickey‘s pussy spanking, she was in relatively good shape. Vivian would remedy that. Vivian playfully slapped the crop along her thighs, teasing her as

she laddered it up her thighs. The leather, tapered tip beat at the flesh, pinpointing the harshness wherever it bit into the naked flesh. Vivian swung the crop out and then back, the crop flicking out, striking with its vicious little tip against the puffy, pink lips of her vulva. ―AAWWW, oh, God, how can you do this to me?‖ Georgia cried out in pain when the riding crop slapped hard against her mound. It stung like a thousand bees, but Vivian only laughed. ―That‘s barely a love tap,‖ Vivian already readying the crop to attack again. This time she swung it down so that it sliced across her mound, the leather tips slashing between Georgia‘s pussy lips and attacking the sensitive, pink inner lips with the harshness of the leather. It felt like it was entering her, the whip pushed between her lips and attacking her inner pussy from the bottom of her pussy all the way up, stopping just short of her clit. Georgia tugged with her arms, the leather ties digging painfully into her wrists, her body shaking in pain. She barely had time to catch her breath when the whip came crashing down between her legs, Georgia unable to do anything but watch it hit. The sound came first, a wet thud that rang out in the empty barn. Then it was the pain, a sharp stinging that shot to her brain. She couldn‘t control her pussy, yawning and twitching open visibly. She groaned loudly in pain, but it did little to stop Vivian. Three more times the whip slashed her mound, attacking her most sensitive flesh, her body forced to take all of the blow, her back scratching painfully on the hay beneath her as she squirmed uncontrollably in the tight bondage. It felt like her pussy lips were swollen so big, each time the whip finding them with a harsh slap. Vivian hardly paused between blows of the crop, a thin coat of sweat covering her forehead as she put more behind each strike, wanting the cries of despair from Georgia‘s lip‘s to be louder. ―My turn,‖ Mickey releasing his erect cock, the head glistening from the excitement of watching Vivian beat Georgia‘s pussy while he stroked his prick. Mickey dangled the strap that he picked up from the table, a four feet long black leather strap, almost five inches wide, the last four inches of the strap split into two, the tips tapered to points. He ran the strap over her inflamed mound, teasing it over her flesh, watching as she tried to shrink away from its touch. It was not her pussy that he was looking to whip, but her ass, the white buttocks clenched so tight, the crack of her ass barely visible by the wide spread of her legs, her tiny brown anus in a sea of white flesh. She felt hands on her buttocks, lewdly pulling them even farther apart until she thought she was being torn. She tried to clench her buttocks, but he was too strong. A cool breeze blew over her nakedly exposed anus, hearing Mickey suck in his breath when he saw it. She cried out in shame as Mickey‘s fingers sank into her round cheeks of her buttocks and pried them apart to expose her virgin anus. ―Don‘t,‖ she cried out in mortified shame, ―don‘t touch me there.‖ Her face flushed in shame at being so exposed. Mickey fought her, finally winning out, his fingers keeping her cheeks open and the tiny puckered ring of her anus exposed. He watched as she flexed her inner rectal muscles in a desperate attempt to preserve her modesty, but his fingers moved closer to the brown hole. His thumb and forefinger kept her

cheeks apart, her distended anus blinking uncontrollably. ―Never had a cock up there? You‘ll soon beg me to fuck you in the ass.‖ ―I would never do such a thing,‖ she cried out, but she doubted her own sincerity. She was bound and unable to stop them from doing anything to her. ―We‘ll see how willing you are after you feel the lash on your ass.‖ Mickey reluctantly pulled his fingers away from her ass, pushing back so he could get enough power behind the strap so she would feel the full impact. The leather strap sailed through the air, hitting her buttocks diagonally, cutting across both cheeks, her buttocks clenching and clenching as she screamed out in pain. Lowering the whip between her legs, he swung it up, this time the strap hitting her vertically between the broad groove from her sensitive perineum all the way up until it struck her anus. The shrill cry of pain almost made him cum. ―YOOURR KIIILLLING MEEE!‖ Georgia couldn‘t believe the pain. It felt like something was being shoved up her backside, lightening pain in her rectum, her anus torn and battered as the leather strap beat her brutally. The lash struck again; this time the twin tips tearing into her pussy lips, sure that her skin was bloodied. The worst was when it struck her anus, the two tips feeling as if they were entering her, beating hard against her muscles. Her muscles in her thighs ached, flexing in pain as the lash stroke her repeatedly between her cheeks. Her tiny brown anus was now swollen and red, the strap relentless as it sought out her tiny hole to beat. She screamed and pleaded, but Mickey refused to stop, her only reprieve when he beat her pussy lips, returning between her cheeks when she was caught off guard. She could hardly scream any longer, her throat hoarse, her breathing ragged. Her crotch was on fire, the strap beating her front and back until she begged for mercy. ―I‘ll do anything,‖ she finally admitted, but the beating never stopped. Desperate, she cried out. ―Fuck my ass,‖ surrendering to this cruel man. Charlie walked in just in time to catch her words. ―So cooperating. I could use my cock being sucked. You can fuck her in the ass.‖ ―Untie her,‖ Mickey already beginning to undress while Vivian untied her. She could barely get off the hay bale, her muscles cramped; her crotch and ass sore from where the crop and strap had taken their toll. ―Kneel on the bale.‖ The hay scratched her knees as she got on but she barely felt it compared to what she had endured already. Now she was going to have to take another man‘s prick inside her, never having cheated on her husband since they were married. What was worse was where they wanted to put them. In her mouth and ass, both virgin holes. She kneeled in the center of the bale, putting her head down on the end, spreading her legs, her ass in a submissive kneeling position, her full buttocks waving up in the air obscenely as if openly inviting either of them men to take her in her tightly clenched anus. Fear and revulsion to the act of sodomy made her orifice clench shut. She saw the two men next to her, both of them naked, their hands waving their prick in her face so proudly. They were both hard and long, the heads glistening from the arousal. Charlie stood in front of her, his hand cupping her chin and raising up her head until his prick was only inches from her mouth. She didn‘t know if she could do this, take his organ in her mouth and suck him as she would her husband.

―Take my cock in your hand and stroke it. I want to feel the head rubbing on your face.‖ Charlie moved closer so that his cock would touch her skin. She had to do it, knowing she had no choice, a slap on her ass reminding her that Mickey was behind her. Her fingers closed around the shaft of his prick, feeling how hot it was and wet. Was it Clementine‘s juices that coated it? Would it be incest if he put it in her mouth? She closed her eyes to put the obscene scene out of her mind, remembering his second command, gripping the prick and rubbing it along her cheek as she felt it jerk in pleasure when it touched her skin. She felt the hot crème left on her skin as she dragged it back and forth over the soft, sensitive skin of her cheek. ―A natural,‖ Charlie commented, looking down at her face, her eyes shut but his gaze was targeted on her red lips, only inches from the head of his cock. ―Rub it across you lips, paint them with my cum.‖ Her hand stopped rubbing his cock for a moment while she contemplated his next command, Charlie not surprised when she surrendered, turning her head until he felt her hot breath blowing on the head of his cock. He fought the urge to cum when the head of his cock was rubbed over her wet, silky lips. It didn‘t stop his cum from leaking out onto her lips, pushed from one corner of her mouth to the other until it glistened from the light in the barn. She wasn‘t sure she could do it, smelling the repugnant aroma of his cum coated organ as it rubbed over her face. It continued to leak cum all over her lips, her tongue curled in her mouth to keep from doing what was natural, licking her lips. The prick quivered as it rubbed across her lips, her fingers holding it firmly, afraid he would thrust it in her mouth. ―Lick it,‖ Charlie ordered her, his cock stimulated by her hand. Her hand tightened when her tongue touched his cock the first time, the wet flesh sending such excitement though his organ. ―All of it, including my balls.‖ It was disgusting, her tongue licking from the base of his prick, all the way up the long shaft until she got to the glistening, wet head. She knew she had to do it, her tongue lapping at the piss hole, her mouth instantly filled with the repulsive salty cum that leaked continuously from the hole. She gagged, trying to swallow, the nausea almost too much for her to take. She flicked her tongue around the thick edge, slapping at the delicate skin below the helmet, his prick dancing in her fist. She felt hands wrap around her hair until she felt the follicles pulled tight, tears in her eyes as he used her hair as reins. ―God, that‘s it baby, lick it all over. Don‘t forget my balls.‖ She had no choice, complying with his wishes, telling her constantly what to do, what felt good, her tongue already tired as it washed his prick of the dried cum. The worst part was his balls, errant, wiry pubic hairs in her mouth made her gag, swallowing the bile that threatened to come up each time. Her hand lifted them up, his orders to put them in her mouth, Georgia forcing one ball into her mouth until her cheek ballooned out obscenely, her hand holding his prick as she suctioned his ball deeper into her mouth. Would this debasing act ever end? How could other women do this, even with their husbands? She struggled to comply with his increasingly obscene demands. Charlie couldn‘t stand it anymore, unable to stand the teasing of her mouth and tongue. ―Take it in your mouth and suck me off.‖ He was too

anxious, his hands gripping her hair tighter as he coaxed the head of his cock to the center of her lips. She knew what she had to do, docilely opening her quivering lips, as she felt the hot flesh of his prick back on her lower lip. Her eyes opened wide, her nostrils flared to suck in air, her mouth suddenly stuffed with the thick head of his prick. She released his prick as her lips stretched wide to take the long prick deeper into her mouth, her hands going to his thighs as he held her head submissively. Her mouth went from empty to full in seconds, Charlie shoving so hard with his hips that the head of his prick slammed against the back of her mouth, blocking her air passage. Her fingers dug into his thighs but he didn‘t even notice. He pulled out when she gagged, but thrust back in until she choked a second time. She tasted the thick, salty crème that coated her tongue each time his prick slid to the back of her mouth, swallowing hard, but the taste wouldn‘t go away. His hand felt like they were crushing her head, pinning her against his abdomen when he thrust in deep, his bristly pubic hairs tickling her lips. ―Use your tongue, Cunt!‖ Georgia‘s lips were so tight around his cock, his hips thrusting it back and forth inside her hot mouth. He tilted her head back until she was staring into his eyes, her sweet face speared by his cock. Her tongue went to work, trying to please him, struggling for air as his prick slammed to the back of her mouth with each thrust. She tried not to think of what she was doing, hoping to end it quickly, even though she knew he would cum in her mouth. The stale smell of sweat and the foul taste of his cum leaking into her mouth made her choke and gag but she had something new to contend with. She felt hands on her ass, cruel fingers digging into her hips, pulling her ass up into the ass until it was waving obscenely in the air as if asking to be fucked in the ass. ―Good girl,‖ Mickey slapping her ass cheeks, his fingers prying apart her cheeks until her swollen, beaten anus was revealed. Her body stiffened when she felt a finger probing her abused anus. The whipping was bad enough, now a finger rubbed around the rubbery anal ring, teasing at the tight muscle. Suddenly it plunged in, sinking up to the first knuckle into her rectum, bending as it pushed against the soft walls. Pain seared through her bowels. She could only mumble her protest, a prick still filling her mouth. Charlie increased the speed and depth of his strokes, Georgia choking each time as it went deeper. It stretched and expanded inside her mouth until there was no more room, Georgia moaning pitifully as the prick slid forward, this time not stopping until it hit her tonsils. She gagged, her mouth opening wide as she choked, making it easier for the thick head of his prick to skewer her throat. She gagged again, feeling the prick slip into her throat like a snake burrowing in a hole. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe, her jaws feeling like they were breaking as they stretched open too wide to accommodate the thick prick. Spittle dripped down her chin. The prick began to move in and out of her throat, rasping dryly, but the head never deserting the tightness of her throat. She didn‘t know how she could stand this. The finger in her ass went deeper, twisting and turning in her rectum, her inflamed anal ring feeling the large knuckles run in and out her.

Mickey pulled his finger from her asshole. He wanted her to feel every inch of cock when he sodomized her. He fisted his cock, stroking it until the head swelled in pleasure. With one hand holding her cheeks apart, he placed the head of his cock over the tiny hole until he could feel her heat. Her anal sphincter tightened up, refusing his cock entrance to her asshole. He kneaded her buttocks, yanking them apart until her crack disappeared and her anus began to open under the relentless pressure. He pushed with his hips, the pink ring of ass muscles slowly opening up to the increasing pressure of the thick cock. She struggled to fight off the prick that was trying to rape her ass, feeling her losing the battle as the prick began to edge apart her anal ring, the tensing muscle contracting around the enlarged organ as it forced its way into her rectum. She felt the unnatural stretching as her ring was forced to take in something that was much bigger then anything that was ever forced out. Her groan was buried in her throat as the slick head of his cock finally slipped through the tight sphincter muscle and stretched her rectum. Her back arched up, her toes straightening as she felt the gradual stretching of her backside as the prick began to fill her. She felt this urgent need to defecate, trying to expel the prick, Georgia whimpering as she lost the battle to the raping prick. Oh, God, he was going to sodomize me. It’s too big … too narrow to take such a huge thing. My mouth and throat is full of prick, feeling like they are both trying to meet some place deep inside my body. It felt like a vise was gripping the head of his cock, her hot, tight asshole gripping his cock, shoving with his hips, filling her with two more inches of cock. Mickey pulled his cock out until her anal ring gripped the head of his prick lovingly, then thrust back in, fighting her muscles as he filled the round tube with four inches of thick cock. The harder she tried to keep him out, the more it hurt. He was filling her, tunneling another few inches up her backside, pulling back, the intense suction created by the tight fit of his cock in her asshole threatened to suck her guts out. She turned red in shame when there was a loud fart, but he cared little, plugging her bowels with his prick as she felt the prick pulsating inside her. I can feel the walls of my bowels stretching wide to take his prick, the spasms of my muscles rippling along my guts as he keeps going in so deep. He’s shoving so much up my ass, feeling like a painful enema. I can feel his prick twitching inside me, each time stretching me, forcing my guts to take the thick head as it burrowed deep in my bowels. The one in my mouth is just as bad, finally pulling out so I can breathe, slapping my head until my tongue goes to work on his prick, both of them raping me at the same time. Mickey began to fuck her leisurely, feeling her ass muscles rippling up and down his cock as he began to pick up speed, reaming out the tight passage, his eyes glued to her anal ring as it slid up and down his shaft with such delight. Mickey was enjoying this ass rape, the whipping only a preliminary. She tried to move her hips away, but his hands held her tight, following every move, going deeper with each thrust. Charlie couldn‘t last any longer, Georgia feeling his prick spasm in her mouth. She felt it shudder and then she felt it begin to spurt endless streams of thick white cum into her mouth, spewing some of it so deep that she choked on it

as it went to the back of her mouth. He continued to gush his cum, Georgia forced to swallow or choke to death, the thick crème slowly settling in her stomach, still warm. She swallowed repeatedly, her Adam‘s apple bobbing up and down as she struggled to take it all. One final jerking spasm in her mouth and it was finally over, his prick already shrinking between her lips. Now she only had the prick in her ass to contend with but that was becoming increasingly difficult. His prick reached everywhere in her ass. He was shooting full length inside her bowels, making her take the full measure of his prick, feeling like it was coming out her mouth when he was buried up to his balls, his pubic hairs smashed against her ass cheeks. He made it jerk in her bowels, pressing painfully against the stretched walls, deep pain shooting in her gut. She felt the shame of being used in such a way, humiliated at servicing his prick with her asshole. Her guts burned, his prick touching nerves that felt like thousands of tiny animals nipping at her intestines. He would thrust in, pushing sideways, making her feel the head of his prick touch new parts that were not meant to be touched from the outside, painful cramps in her guts. She could feel every contour of his prick, from the thick head that rasped along her walls, to the thick vein that throbbed as it rubbed her muscles as it pushed in. He used short, jerky movements, feeling the friction on her guts until she thought he was pouring gasoline in her. Then he would go back to hard, powerful thrusts that took her breath away, sliding in so deep until the head of his cock punched deep into her intestines. It hurt almost as much as he drew it out as when he pushed back in. He got it all the way inside me. It hurts so much… stretching me open, tearing me open. Wouldn’t he ever stop? It feels like it’s on fire inside me. One of them already came in mouth and now I can feel the other one readying to dump his cum in my guts. No, his prick reaming me out…shooting off inside me, humiliating me as he dumps his cum inside my guts. It’s so hot, filling me, spurting again inside me. Wouldn’t he finish, his prick swelling, another powerful jet of hot cum blasting my bowels? I can feel it shrinking inside me. He isn’t taking it out. I push, feeling my muscles slowly forcing it out. I push harder, squeezing my muscles as I push his raping prick from my battered ass. It slips out, my muscles clench as it squeezes out, a shameful noise, all of them laughing as the cum floods out my ruined hole. She milked me for all its worth, her asshole still open, red and abused, his milky white cum dripping from her raped hole. He walked in front of her, slapping her face until her mouth opened in shock. He slipped his dirty cock into her mouth, slapping her cheek again. ―Clean it cunt!‖ It took another slap before he felt her tongue go to work, but she gagged and choked as she was forced to swallow all the filth from his cock. Her stomach turned, trying not to vomit as she was forced to lick his dirtied prick until it was shiny clean. He finally pulled out, but she wasn‘t through. It was Vivian, naked, her legs spread in front of her. ―Lick me, Cunt. Use the whip on her ass until she obeys.‖ Charlie needed no encouragement, picking up the riding crop and going to work between her legs as she kneeled submissively before Vivian. It didn‘t take long until he heard Vivian‘s pleasure, but he didn‘t stop until she was finished,

lightly tapped her cunt from behind until Vivian came all over her face and tongue. They finally let her get dressed and brought her into the house. Georgia couldn‘t say anything when she saw Fred and Clementine, both naked, his prick in her mouth. They untied the two of them, finally letting them all get dressed, none of them able to look each other in their eyes. In the morning, the bank robbery went without a hitch, making off with over twenty thousand dollars, leaving Georgia, Clementine and Fred tied in a chair to be found later in the morning when he didn‘t show up for work. They wouldn‘t say a word, too embarrassed at what they were put through.

Chapter 7 Their Success They partied in the mountains for over a week, Charlie, Mickey, Vivian and Sarah. Sarah fucked and sucked Mickey for a week, unable to refuse anything he wanted of her. Sarah couldn‘t believe all the money they had, piled high on the table, Charlie counting it repeatedly until Mickey finally decided to split it up. She couldn‘t believe the big pile of money that was in front of Mickey, much higher then all the others. Sarah didn‘t go to work for a week, drinking and fucking as they celebrated. She was treated as if she were part of their gang, talking openly about what they did and how they did it. She listened as they recounted what they did to the two woman and what they made them do, trying to hid her jealousy. She hated that she had to share Mickey, even if they were hostages and raped. They went to Chicago for almost two weeks, staying in the finest hotel. Mickey was generous with his money, buying Sarah clothes that were fit for a queen. They ate out every night at the speakeasies, steaks and lobsters followed by a night of drinking and dancing until they went home as the sun rose, sleeping all day until it began again. Sarah never knew such a life existed before, not wanting to go home to her dull life, but Mickey was insistent, time to plan another bank robbery. Mickey was no longer sure why they robbed banks. They had more then enough money, but it more for the thrill of it. The planning, the execution, the danger drove him. Not to underplay the rape of the President‘s wife excited him more then he cared to admit. They had robbed a total of five banks now, this one being the six. All in less then a year. Oklahoma had the highest bounty out on their heads, but they slipped quietly back into Arkansas as soon as they finished, spending more time in Chicago between robberies. Charlie had hooked up with Vivian, Mickey still with Sarah, but he looked forward to the rapes more then sex with her. She was too easy, letting him have anything he wanted. He got the hardest when the bank Presidents wives pleaded with him as they were raped by the three of them. This one was no exception. They were in Texarkana, a small town on the Texas border, but rich in oil money. They had to be careful, law enforcement looking for them with a vengeance, staking out the bank Presidents house for almost two weeks before they struck. She was a petite thing, a brunette, not over five feet tall but a body that was built for pleasure, though Mickey was sure that her husband didn‘t get much use out of it. She looked like a tease. They tied her to the chair, seeing the look of terror in her eyes as the ropes circled her body, two of them under her full breasts, two above, Charlie pulling the ropes tight until her proud breasts were crushed between the harsh ropes. She squirmed in the chair, her arms bound behind her, a gag in her mouth as Mickey went to work on tying her legs. He grabbed one ankle, Claudia fighting like a wild cat, but Mickey won with superior strength as she tired, the rope going around her ankle, digging into the white skin as Mickey tightened it. He tied the first one to the chair leg, moving to the other leg, her fighting renewed as she realized that Mickey was tying her legs open. It

didn‘t take long to secure her other leg to the opposite chair leg. She tried to close her knees, but could not fully clench her thighs together. Mickey looked up at her, kneeling at her feet, his hands on her knees. There was the sound of a car arriving. ―Sounds like Jacob is home.‖ Mickey got up. ―I‘ll be back soon, so we can become better acquainted.‖ Mickey rubbed his cock in front of her face, to make sure she realized what his intentions were. She was sweating, her breast aching as the ropes bound them so tight that it felt like her nipples were going to explode. She knew what they wanted, reading all the accounts of their bank robberies. The articles were always devoid of the details, but there were rumors of rape, bondage and sexual beatings. Claudia and Jacob had been married only a year, Jacob her first man. He was kind and gentle, not even making love to her for a month after they were married. Claudia knew it was her job to satisfy her husband in bed, but she did it begrudgingly, letting him touch her on Friday nights, her nightgown hoisted up to her neck as her husband climbed on top of her. He spread her legs, Claudia turning her head away so she wouldn‘t see him when he put his organ in her. Luckily, he wasn‘t very big, laying there as he thrust in her. It didn‘t take him long, not more then a few minutes before she felt him, shooting off inside her. He climbed off her, a silent kiss and they both went to sleep until the next Friday when she would have to endure his sexual rutting again. They dragged Jacob into the room, blood pouring profusely from the wound on his forehead, a knot already forming where they had hit him with something hard. His eyes were glazed as they shoved him into the chair, bound securely before he regained his full faculties. By that time, it was too late. ―What have we here,‖ the soft hiss of his zipper sliding down as Vivian undid Jacob‘s pants. She wasn‘t surprised when she pushed his pants and shorts down, his prick sticking up, hard and erect, though Jacob was on the small side. All of the husbands were hard after seeing their wives bound in the chair. It was though they wanted to do it for so long and welcomed the chance to see it happen to her, Jacob no exception. It didn‘t even seem to bother them that their wife would be raped by the men, their erection never shrinking. Vivian always wondered how they explained it to their wives after they were gone. Claudia looked away when they pulled his organ out, but not before she saw that it was hard. How could he be that way? She didn‘t have time to think about it, the two men walking over to her. She heard them openly say their names, Charlie and Mickey, as though they didn‘t care if anyone knew it. Charlie had more rope in his hands, threading it through the two ropes that were above and below her breasts, feeling shivers run through her body as his hands innocently touched her breasts as he pulled the rope through her cleavage. She felt the tremendous pressure as the two ropes were pulled closer together, her breasts caught between them, compressed tightly as the ropes came together closer. Two more ropes were added to her sides, Claudia looking down to see her once beautiful breasts compressed tightly, the blood pounding in the tips. Charlie became bolder, his hands returning to her breasts, now openly fondling the crushed flesh, his fingers finding her erect nipples, blood pounding in them. He squeezed the nipples, Claudia‘s gagged cry barely heard. The other one, Mickey, was kneeling between her legs at the same time, his hand on her naked

ankles and sliding up, up under her dress until he reached her clenched knees. His fingers dug painfully into her knees until she relented, her muscles relaxing, her skin bruised from his powerful fingers. His fingers moved higher, pushing out on her thighs, no man except her husband had ever touched her there. She couldn‘t stop him as he spread out her legs, her ankles pinned to the chairs, his hands fondling her silky thighs, moving higher, up her thighs until she felt his fingers tickling along the edge of her underwear. She cried out in shame as his fingers touched her there, on her sex. They pawed her obscenely, fingers hurting at they squeezed her mound, pinching her lips, her squirming only making his pinching fingers hurt more. His other hand joined the first, slipping under her, his fingers fanning out under her buttocks, her body shoved up to push harder into his other hand that continued to explore her mound intimately and harshly. Her tits were crushed by the ropes, Charlie working on baring them. He tore open the buttons on the dress, pushing it out of the way and under the rope until her chemise was revealed and the white skin of her bosom bared. He pulled the dress to the side, working on doing the same with her chemise. It tore in his hand; the silky garment no match for his powerful fingers. He pulled her breasts out harshly, his fingers leaving red marks in the white flesh, split by the ropes, compressed until the nipples stood out hard and red. He touched her nipples lightly with his fingertips, a muffled gasp from her gagged mouth, feeling the nipples getting harder and bigger as he sensuously teased them. It only got worse, Charley back, ripping her dress until her breasts were bared. She expected him to attack her with his fingers, surprised when his fingertips barely touched her nipples, Claudia fighting the arousal that tingled though her breasts. Mickey was between her legs, two hands feeling like thousands of fingers touching her in places that no man had ever. Her underwear could not stop his fingers, clawing at her silky undergarments until she felt it tugged into her crack, his hands free to roam over her naked buttocks. Her mound was mauled, his fingers crushing her, digging into her flesh until she felt his fingers push apart her lips, fingernails digging into her unprotected inner lips. She felt something in her body that she never did before, trying to suppress it as the two men raped her body with their hands. She couldn‘t give into these primitive desires. Charlie couldn‘t leave them alone, two hard nipples begging for his touch. His fingers squeezed them, clamping on them on her big areolas, watching the blood pushed to the tips until they looked like they would explode. He released them, snapping at the tips with his fingernails, hearing the thud as her body jerked in pain. Twice more he snapped them, her body shaking in pain each time. Her underwear was ripped as the fingers between her legs became more urgent. Her breasts stung, sharp fingernails snapping at her nipples, the pain lacing through her breasts. Fingers touched her naked mound, yanking on her hair, pulling the hairs out by the roots. The worst were the ones under her buttocks, one fingers sitting between her cheeks, Claudia clenching too late, only trapping the finger between them, feeling the pulsating heat of the finger through her silky underwear against her anus. Why would he touch me in such a place? She was afraid of unclenching her cheeks and letting him have free access to her

backside and just as afraid to have his finger rubbing on her anus, sending fiery shivers through her loins. Mickey pulled his hands out from under her dress, eager for much more. He looked up to see Charlie‘s handiwork, a lovely set of tits contoured with ropes. ―Let‘s get her on the dining room table where we can have her for dinner.‖ Claudia struggled as they untied her, fearing of being bound on the table, but the men slapped her when her hands went up to defend herself, Claudia seeing stars as her head was slapped back and forth until she surrendered, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides, her fist clenched tight as she let them have their way with her. She was afraid for her life, the men cruel, their eyes showing the lust. She knew she was going to be raped, hoping that she would survive the humiliation of being violated in front of her husband. She was still shamed of him as well, his organ still erect in spite of what they were doing to her. It was easy once she stopped fighting, the tears running down her cheeks, glowing pink where Charlie had slapped her repeatedly until she succumbed. She just stood there as they stripped her naked, her body shaking as the clothes were torn from her body. First the dress, already torn from Charlie‘s haste, a pile of rags at her feet. The chemise already was torn to her waist, Mickey yanking the rest off of her until she was naked, her thighs clenched tightly together as if she could somehow protect her treasures. Mickey stared into her eyes, his hand reaching down to run over her bush, seeing her body shudder from the intimate touch. Charlie was behind her, his hands running over her naked ass, her buttocks clenching and unclenching erotically. She was humiliated; her body flushed a beat red as they stripped the clothes from her. At least the ropes were gone, but the men began to touch her, Claudia fighting the urge to push them away, knowing that they would hurt her if she did. She felt the same tingling between her legs when the fingers brushed across her pubic hairs, making the hair dance all the way down to the follicles. Charlie‘s hands rubbed over her naked ass cheeks, her buttocks clenching uncontrollably, afraid of his fingers straying where Mickey‘s had tried. She still had the gag in her mouth, unable to say anything as the rope appeared again, forced to watch as her naked breasts were encircled and forced into the painful tight band again. Goose bumps appeared all over her body as she was pushed face down on the cold, hard wooden table, her wrists bound behind her back. She was forced to face her husband staring at her. She was relieved to have them pull the gag out of her mouth, never realizing why, content to be able to breathe easier, not saying a word. Not wanting to be gagged again. ―Hot little body your wife has Jacob.‖ Mickey and Charlie began to undress in front of Claudia. When she tried to look away, Charlie yanked on her hair until she looked straight at their crotches. ―Look at what you are going to get,‖ Charlie slipping his pants off, his shorts following quickly as he exposed his organ to the young thing bound on the table, stroking it in her face. He loved the look of terror in her eyes. ―Don‘t be so shy, Claudia.‖ Naked, Mickey walked behind Claudia, her legs closed modestly. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, his eyes looking down as her pussy peaked out from behind, his cock rearing up in excitement. Her buttocks were clenched tight, but that only added to his ecstasy. She would

soon give up what she was hiding between her tightly clenched cheeks. Mickey moved close to her, one hand fisting his cock as he aimed it at her pussy. The other hand grabbed her head until it was upright, staring straight ahead, Charlie waiting for her. She was about to be raped and there was nothing she could do about it. He was behind her, his hips holding her legs spread wide, feeling the head of his hot organ running up and down her slit from behind. Tears clouded her eyes as it felt like her hair was being yanked out by the roots. She opened her mouth to scream when she felt fingers fumbling with her mouth, sliding over her lips to the corner and stretching them wide. What was he doing, still unable to see anything through her tear stained eyes, only shadows in front of her? Her eyes suddenly cleared up and to her shame; she saw it. Right in front of her face was Charley‘s organ, his hand wagging it shamelessly in front of her. She struggled, but his fingers kept her mouth open; she felt a wet, spongy touch on her lips. Charley groaned and then she felt the hot, hard prick sliding over her lips and into the wet, warm cavern of her mouth. She felt the huge organ sliding over her tongue, filling her mouth as her lips stretched wide to grip the thick shaft. She couldn‘t believe he had done such a thing, but the jerking organ danced on her tongue excitedly. She grimaced, as she tasted the thick, pasty fluid leaking out, the salty flavor permeating all of her mouth. She gagged but Charley‘s hands replaced Mickey‘s, covering her ears and pinning her head still as he slowly began to screw his organ in and out of her mouth. She struggled, trying to spit his organ out, but his hand held her head so tight that she thought it would burst, feeling his thrusting in her mouth quickening. He was raping her mouth and all she could do was drool uncontrollably. Now she felt Mickey behind her, his organ so much bigger then her husbands, feeling the massive head sliding up and down her slit. She couldn‘t close her legs, spread obscenely as she felt his body sinking down on hers, his organ touching the opening to her sex. She felt it stretching her open, forcing her muscle to spread and take his massive organ inside her. He spread her legs wider as he grunted, his hips jerking, forcing the head to pop inside her with a suddenness, feeling her insides stretched to accommodate the thick organ. ―Suck it, Bitch.‖ Charley released her head, but only long enough to slap her face back and forth, thrusting his cock back into her reluctant mouth before she could close it again. ―I want to feel that tongue working over my cock.‖ He began to fuck her face again, holding her head, twisting it up until her green eyes were staring up at him, his cock splitting her tiny mouth. ―Don‘t forget, I get her first this time,‖ Charley said to Mickey. He nodded back, lying on her ass as his cock began to disappear between her legs. He began to fuck her, seeing her ass cheeks clench as he gave her a powerful thrust; sure that he fucked her hard and deep. She was being raped at both ends. She ran her tongue over the organ in her mouth, tasting the salty crème that leaked from it, the foul taste filling her mouth. He was using her mouth like her sex, battering mercilessly in and out, his testicles swinging back and forth and hitting her chin. She gagged when he shoved too hard, her tongue working harder, afraid he would drive his organ down her throat if she didn‘t comply with his degrading act. Her sex was so full,

his organ dragging back and forth over her insides, stretching her as the thick head drove so deep in her body. She never felt so full of men‘s organs. They continued to take her for long minutes, the one in her mouth, stopping periodically, Claudia not sure why. It was as though he was trying to save himself. Charley had no such qualms, his organ driving in and out, pressing her body into the hard table, forced to take his punishing strokes until she felt it. She didn‘t think his organ could get any bigger, but it did. It felt like the head was swelling up and then he shoved so deep she thought he was going to puncture her womb. It jerked and twitched inside her and then she felt it jet his hot semen. She felt so soiled; again and again he filled her insides with his semen. Her only reprieve was Charley in her mouth. She was sure that he would cum in her mouth, not sure that she could keep from vomiting if he did. But he didn‘t cum, feeling Mickey pull out of her sex, Charley pulling his prick from her mouth. She was so grateful that she almost wanted to kiss his organ. ―Don‘t get into her mouth until I am seated inside her. She might bite off your cock.‖ Charley climbed behind her, her legs still spread, her cunt leaking out the white, milky cum from her raped hole. He wasn‘t going to fuck a used hole, he had a fresh, virgin hole to rape. He was going to take her in the ass. She still didn‘t realize what was going to happen, Charley fisting his cock as he guided it up and down her pussy, making it slick. He didn‘t want her asshole to skin his cock. She braced herself for another rape. That is why he didn‘t cum in her mouth. He wanted to be in her sex. That was almost better, though she worried about Mickey standing in front of her face, his hand stroking his semi erect organ, still glistening with his drying semen. Jacob saw the look on her face and then heard her ear piercing scream. Charley was behind her, his prick slipping between her legs, Jacob not sure where he had put it, but from the look of pain on her face and her shrill scream, he was sure it was in her ass. He held Claudia‘s hips as he screwed his prick from side to side, opening her up as tears ran down her face to stain the table. ―NOT THERE!‖ She couldn‘t believe it. It was bad enough to be raped by these two monsters, for his to stick his organ up her backside without so much as a preliminary was too much for her to handle. The pain raced through her body as the thick prick that had just filled her mouth was now stretching her anal passage open painfully. It felt like he was shoving a tree up her backside, jerking back and forth, each time his organ beating her ass muscles into submission, each time making her take more of his organ in her unholy hole, painful cramps the deeper her penetrated her. He was shoving his organ in and out, her tiny hole stretched painfully around his shaft. She felt a wet organ on her lips and then her mouth was opened by foul tasting fingers, finding her mouth raped by an organ again, this one covered in his foul tasting semen. She felt it grow in her mouth, slaps on her face until she complied with his demand, her tongue going to work on his organ submissively. The organ in her backside continued to rape her, penetrating deep into her guts until she felt his wiry hair scratching on her ass cheeks. He was all the way in, feeling his organ stretch her as it jerked inside her. She was being raped by two of them again, this time one of them sodomizing her as she licked the filthy organ of the other.

They took her this way for long minutes, Charley reaming out her backside, burning her insides from the friction. The one in her mouth grew as her tongue lavished its shameful attention on it. His hand held her head tight as it grew to hardness, Claudia gagging as it stretched to the back of her mouth and tickled at her tonsils. She had no choice, as it pressed deeper, choking and gagging as it slipped painfully down into the tightness of her throat, his hips driving his organ deep into her mouth until his pubic hairs tickled her nose. He began to drive his organ up and down her throat as they both raped her simultaneously. She was almost grateful when they came if it were for the shame and humiliation, Mickey pulling his organ from her throat as he came, Claudia forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of the foul tasting semen until her belly was full. He had just cum, how could he have the gallons of semen that she was forced to swallow? Charley exploded in her backside, his organ feeling as if it was going to tear her open as he came. How could he do such a thing, flooding her guts with his hot semen until her stomach gurgled? They finally let her up, though she was forced to sit naked in the chair while they waited for the sun to come up. They became bored once, Claudia finding herself on the floor, turned on her side, one leg lifted up high above her until she felt her crotch tearing. They lay on each side of her, both of them with their erect organs poised at her twin holes. It felt like one giant spear was shoved into her body, both of them raping her sex and backside, driving their organs in and out in. She had to take the pounding for what seemed like hours, Claudia finally welcoming them dumping their seed inside her. It was too easy to rob the bank, out of town by time everyone woke up, in Arkansas by lunchtime, counting their money.

Epilogue James’ Revenge It took almost a year, but the detective that James hired to find Vivian caught up to her in Chicago. He had just missed Mickey and the others, Vivian staying behind to do some shopping. She was handcuffed, taken to Oklahoma and turned over to the local police in Turley, site of their first robbery. The police were friends of James and the detective, so the first night they allowed her to have ―visitors‖. James stood behind the glass so Vivian couldn‘t see him, even if she could. Bound the way she was, it was unlikely. She was naked, bent over a wooden rail that stood up about waist high. Her arms were bound to the base, as well as her legs, spread wide for all her treasures to be exposed. It was a celebration and what party would be without candles. The detective took the ten-inch candle, tapered for the first inch but then it quickly grew in girth until it was almost three inches in diameter. Two inches from the top, it suddenly shrunk back down and then expanded to three inches. It was made of bees wax. It burned the hottest when melted. ―James sends his regards, Vivian. He would love to do this, but you left him less then a man.‖ He took the end of the candle, his fingers prying apart her tightly clenched cheeks until her asshole was exposed. He had heard that the men had fucked her in the ass the night of the robbery, but it looked like it didn‘t have much use since then. That‘s good, wanting it to be as painful as possible. The detective placed the end of the candle against he tight knot of her anus. He didn‘t give her any time, shoving it in with a force that sent two inches into her rectum in a single shove. She gasped loudly in pain. Her anal ring was stretched around the candle, but it grew thicker. It hurt already, but the detective was just getting stared. It had been a long time since she had an organ up her backside, but she never felt anything like this, not even the first time when she was ass raped. He drove the candle up her ass, pulling out and then back in when her muscles tried to stop him. Her ring was stretched so wide that she could feel it tearing, the detective twisting the dry candle in her anal passage to irritate the lining. It hurt when the rigid candle hit a bend in her intestine, forcing it hard into the soft walls until her stomach cramped around the raping candle. It took ten minutes, ten painful minutes until it finally shoved all the way in. She felt momentarily relief when the candle shrunk down, but by then it was trapped inside her, Vivian unable to push it out. It felt so big, filling her round tube with the thick, unyielding candle. She heard the whoosh of the match, smelling the acrid smoke as the detective light the candle. It took only seconds before the candle became alive, the wick burning brightly, Vivian feeling the heat of the flame so close to her anus. She screamed so loud the first time that the river of molten hot wax raced down the side of the candle to seal and singe her anal ring. It felt like a red-hot poker was shoved up her backside. It continued to burn as she sang as tune of painful cries. When it covered her with wax, the detective took out a kerosene lamp, taking off the lid to expose the sharp, bright flame. He put it between her legs, turning up the flame

until it began to lick between her pussy lips, the acrid smell of burning hair and flesh as it burned her mound. He continued to torture her body through the night until he and James grew tired of the game. They left her, but the guards were ready, raping her battered and burned body throughout the night as her screams echoed through the jails corridors. She never made it to trial, her body disappearing.

Epilogue Mickey and Charlie Never underestimate a woman scorned. Sarah grew jealous of Mickey, bragging after each robbery of the rape of the women. He talked more of the rape then the robbery. Their sex became less frequent, his rapes more. She even let him tie her up, hoping that he would grow excited about raping her, but he could barely get hard. They were doing more robberies, more rapes, even though they had tons of money, more then enough to last a lifetime. It was time to end it. They were walking out of the speakeasy, the sun coming up. ―I‘ll be with you in a minute, honey. Get the car warmed up, I have to freshen up in the ladies room,‖ Sarah already walking off, not able to look into Mickey‘s eyes. ―Okay, come on, Charley. Damn dames. Such a pain in the ass. I would rather rape them then live with them.‖ They walked out into the daylight, the sun blinding Mickey momentarily. He felt a shiver run down his back, but was too late to react. The bullet passed through his shoulder, but not before it ripped through the bone. Mickey managed to pull his gun out with his other hand, confronting the street filled with police cars, the cops hiding safely behind them while Charley and Mickey were in clear sight. Mickey got off three shots, shattering the windows of two of the cars before another bullet spun him around, hitting his leg as he crumpled to the ground. Charley was firing with both of his guns, but the hail of bullets cut him down to the ground. They both crawled to the side, hiding behind a car, their bodies seeping blood profusely. They kept the cops at bay for ten minutes before the cops got up enough nerve to rush them in force. When the cops were finished, the bodies of Mickey Chase and Charlie Mayes, infamous bank robbers, were sprawled out in the streets of Chicago, in a pool of their own blood. They had been hit twenty eight times, most of the shots fatal. No one even noticed as Sarah walked out the side door, taking a taxi back to the hotel. She packed her bags, leaving everything but Mickey‘s clothes in the room. She took a bus back to Arkansas, but it was only for a day. She knew where all the money was hidden, packing it into four suitcases. She drove off in a shiny new black Cadillac that day, never turning back, never telling anywhere where she was going. But she was sure that she would never deposit any of the money in a bank. They just weren‘t safe.

Epilogue A Marriage of Three The excitement of the robbery died down after a week, the reporters not showing up at the door any longer, the bank back to normal, though it would be a while to make the money back that was lost in the robbery. No one knew of the ordeal that they went through, Fred, Georgia and Clementine refusing to say much beside they were tied up for the night. Clementine had been staying in the guest room for the last week, too scared to go home. When no one was around, the three of them rarely said more then a word to each other, no one wanting to be the first one to say anything. It was Saturday, no work, no reporters, the house quiet for a change. They had just had breakfast, Clementine going upstairs. She came back down after ten minutes, her suitcase in her hand. She looked at Georgia, but still couldn‘t stand to look at Fred. ―I‘m going home.‖ ―I understand. I‘ll walk you out.‖ Georgia got up. Even though she knew what Clementine and her husband had done, she blamed it on Fred. He was tied up, yet he was excited at what they did to them. She didn‘t even know all of what happened, afraid to ask. Her own body was finally healing from the abuse, but she would never forget the way the men had raped her in all her innocent holes. She never knew that such men existed. They were almost to the door when Fred got up and blocked their exit. ―You‘re not going anywhere. Either of you.‖ Fred towered over the two women. He had thought a lot about this, finally forced to make a hasty decision when Clementine decided to leave. ―Get out of our way, Fred. What, have you gone crazy?‖ Georgia couldn‘t figure out what Fred was doing. ―I‘m not going to tell you again. You‘ll learn to listen to me and do what I say without question.‖ He grabbed Clementine‘s bag and threw it through the air into the living room. It slammed into the wall, the suitcase opening up and spilling out her clothes on the floor. He pushed the two women into the living room, their faces etched in shock and fear. He closed the front door and locked it. ―Have you gone mad?‖ As much as Georgia protested, she was more scared for her safety. She saw what evil men were capable of, fearing that Fred had become like them. His hand went to the front of his trousers, Georgia‘s eyes drawn to the obvious erection that pushed out his pants. ―I‘ve seen and heard about how you both fucked and sucked strangers. If you can do that to them, you can do it to me too.‖ His erection grew as he became bolder. He pulled the belt out of his pants, folding it in half and letting the two sides slap together loudly, the girls jumping. He swung the belt, catching Clementine on the ass, pulling back and striking Georgia before Clementine‘s scream was finished. The pain in her ass returned as soon as the belt pulled away, Georgia reminded of how the men had whipped her in places that she never thought a

man would hit a women. She feared Fred, as she never did before. What had become of him? ―Don‘t Fred. Please,‖ she begged. What was he going to do to me? Clementine had already taken such sexual abuse from Fred. Did he want more? Would he take me in my mouth again? Would he piss in my mouth like before? Her mind began to think of the painful and degrading acts she was forced to perform. Two men in her in once, raping her. ―Don‘t hit me again; I‘ll do what you want.‖ Clementine surrendered. Georgia looked at her sisters. What was she saying? Would she willingly let Fred debase her, this time with her looking on? Another sharp slap on her ass, igniting the healing wounds reminding her of the pain of disobedience. ―No more,‖ she cried out in defeat. ―Close the drapes,‖ he ordered Clementine. He could control her easier; Georgia would need some more pain before she became compliant. That thought only excited him. He went behind the couch and pulled out the bag. He threw it on the floor in front of them, part of the contents spilling out. Why was he hiding the bag in the living room? Then she saw it, rope, coils of rope. He had been planning this. What else was he planning, what else was in the bag? Georgia remembered the way it felt to be bound and helpless. The room became darker as the drapes were closed. ―Turn around and cross your wrists behind you.‖ Fred was mildly surprised when they both obeyed without so much as a protest. This was easier then he expected, especially with Georgia. He tied their wrists tighter then necessary, but he wanted to make sure they felt their helplessness. He flipped them around when he was done. He pushed down on Clementine‘s shoulders. ―Both of you kneel down.‖ She obeyed, Fred having to push harder on Georgia‘s shoulders until her knees bent and she sank submissively to her knees before him. Clementine knew exactly what she would have to do. Fred‘s prick would be returning to her mouth and she would have to use her tongue and lips to pleasure him until he came in her mouth. The thought of him pissing in her mouth returned time and time again almost as if she wanted him to degrade her that way. And this would be worse, her own sister watching as her husband pissed in her mouth. Georgia had never sucked Fred‘s prick before, almost jealous that her sister did. Fred stood before them, opening up his pants and pulling them down, his shorts following, his prick springing to life before their faces. She looked over at Clementine, licking her lips as though she wanted to do this, not being forced to perform this. His hand held his cock out to the two girls. ―Lick it, and then I will let you suck it.‖ He rubbed his cock over Clementine‘s face, her pink tongue popping out her mouth and beginning to lick his cock energetically. ―You too,‖ pushing Georgia over to his cock, rubbing it back and forth on the girls face as it leaked his precious cum on their silky complexion. It almost became a competition, Clementine so eager to perform, Georgia almost jealous that her sister was doing a better job satisfying her husband then she could. He almost had to pry each one away to give the other a chance, finally

shoving his cock into their more then willing mouths, finding eager tongues going to work on his cock. Clementine was sucking Fred‘s prick while her sister watched and it only made her more excited. That and the tight bondage, her hands unable to stop him from doing anything to her, her mouth used for his pleasure, his prick sliding in and out as he dripped his salty cum into her submissive mouth. She fought to get him back when he pulled out to fuck her sister‘s mouth, Clementine licking his balls, in spite of the hairs that made her choke. Anything to please him. Georgia couldn‘t stop him when he fucked his prick down her throat, his hands holding the back of her head as she choked and gagged, thick prick filling her tight throat. She struggled, but her bound wrists only added to the excitement of being used like a sex slave while her sister was also forced to perform. Georgia felt a sense of fulfillment when Fred came in her mouth, beating out Clementine in providing him the satisfaction he wanted from them. How strange it was that I considered it such a treat when my mouth was filled with gallons of cum as his cock jetted into my enthusiastic mouth. She gulped and gulped into her belly was filled, content that she had given him such pleasure and Clementine was left dejected. She smiled as his slippery cock finally slid from her lips. She hated that Georgia had made him cum, Clementine feeling as though she let him down. She saw his semi limp cock slip from her lips, almost able to taste the familiar taste of his cum in her mouth. She looked up at him as he looked at her. ―Let me.‖ She said it, knowing what the consequences of her actions. ―Clementine will show you what you will do next time, Georgia.‖ Fred stuffed his semi hard cock into Clementine‘s mouth, her lips sealing it tight. ―Watch her throat.‖ It took a second, but the first jet of piss sprayed into her mouth, Georgia able to hear the gurgling piss fill her sister‘s cheeks until they distended. There was a loud gulp, her throat moving as the torrent of piss slowly sank into her stomach. She couldn‘t believe what her sister was doing, then realizing that when she walked back into the kitchen and Fred was tied to Clementine and had his prick in her mouth, he must have done this before. Now Clementine was accepting it, her mouth distending each time Fred filled her with his piss. Gulping and swallowing it. It still tasted terrible, fighting the nausea of taking his acrid urine and swallowing it, but Clementine felt a tremor of excitement between her legs as she submitted to his every sexual whim. It was long minutes before he finished, Clementine licking his prick before he pulled it from her mouth. ―That‘s what a good girl does, Georgia. Now both of you get into the bedroom. I‘m going to bottom fuck you Georgia. And if you are real good and milk my cock with your asshole, I‘ll cum in your bowels. Then I‘ll give you a treat. I‘m going to piss in your guts. We are all going to live together, the three of us in bed at night. You are going to do everything I order you. Just for fun, I‘ll punish you. I‘m going to have to buy some new whips for the barn. I understand that Georgia already loves a whip between her legs, Clementine will learn to beg for it too.‖ He pulled his two wives up from their knees. He untied their hands. ―Get

naked on the bed. On your hands and knees. I want two lovely assholes begging for my cock to sodomize you.‖ He gave them both a slap on their ass as he picked up his clothes. He wouldn‘t need them for a while; their mouths would bring him back to life after he came in them.

The End