Chapter 10
"Why are you doing this to us?" asked Amber, angry at the man who was holding them prisoner. "What did any of us ever do to you?"
"You? You personally? Nothing. But the ones like you are the people I've got the gripes against. Look at her," he said, pointing to Anne, still flat on her back on the floor. "A real cock-teaser if ever there was one. Before I was rich, do you think she would have wanted to suck me off? Don't kid yourself. Or that blond bitch. The same with her. She didn't want me till I had a lot of money."
"You raped her," said Randy, trying to control his anger. "You took what you wanted from a helpless girl."
"She wanted it," the man snapped. "And she does even now. Look at her trying to make me think she cares for the gigolo. It's me she craves. Me and my prick."
He waddled around, looking grotesque. His prick limply bounced against the front of his trousers. The gun waving wildly in all directions kept all of them firmly rooted to their spots, though. Salter might decide to shoot them just as he had the watchman.
"And when I get the money, what happens? Do I get to make my getaway? No! I'm cheated of that, too! You all turn the lights out. You make sure I can't escape!"
"That's hardly our fault," said Amber. "Look, we sympathize with you. We're all broke all the time, too. We want to help you get away."
Randy saw instantly what the red-haired girl was trying to do. He added his own, "Sure! We want to see people beat the system. You were smart enough to do it! We appreciate that."
Salter swelled with pride, then he backed away, his gun steady once more. "You're trying to trick me. You all work for the government. You're trying to put me away! I won't allow it! I'm too smart for you."
"Harrison!" cried Anne. "What makes you think we're plotting with the Feds? We don't like them any more than you do. They spy on us and rob us blind every April and..."
"Silence!" he bellowed. "You're all in league with the government agents. They're after me. I've got to keep you occupied so you won't plot against me."
"Helplessly paranoid," whispered Randy to Amber. "No way we can.. . "
"Silence!" he roared again. "Now, you two. You haven't been doing anything to amuse me. Over here. And you, stud," he said, pointing the gun at Marty. "Climb aboard this whore and fuck her. Your cock's still in usable condition."
Marty stroked over his painful hard-on. He had been just about ready to come when Salter had knocked him off Susan. He was hardly willing to get back in a position where the man could do that to him again.
"Fuck the bitch!" Salter screamed.
"Better do as he says, darling," said Susan softly. He felt her firm hand on his prick and knew it would be all right in the end. They just had to play along with the madman until they could see some way of turning the tables.
Reluctantly, he went to where the bound Anne lay on the floor. She smiled weakly and said, "This is just like old times-of twenty minutes ago. But don't worry, Marty, it's okay with me. Really."
She lifted her hips off the rug just enough for him to slide forward. He sucked in his breath as the end of his dork touched her gooey twat-lips. The labia were still damp from when he had been fucking her before. They had never dried off totally. And again, he felt the hot rush of her juices leaking out and around his needy prick.
"Fuck on in," demanded Salter. "I want to see the pimp fucking his whore."
Marty eased forward, his cock sinking slowly into the hot interior of the bound woman. She gasped as his cock began to dig into her softly yielding cunt. The walls began to expand to take his huge girth. And then he was in paradise again. The heat boiled and the juices flowed and he wanted to really fuck her.
Slowly, he pulled back until just the head of his prick remained inside her puckered cunt-lips. Then he shoved back in, penetrating her with a smooth, powerful stroke. She gasped and began twisting her hips around the impaling spike of his prick.
"So nice," she moaned. "I love the feel of you buried balls deep in me. Fuck me faster!
Make my pussy drool with lust for your sweet cock!"
"Yeah, pimp, fuck her faster. And you two, stop gawking and get your asses over here. You're going to join in. Move, dammit, move!"
Both Amber and Randy silently stood and approached the couple fucking on the floor. Looking down at them, Randy wondered how Marty could keep his erection. The idea of having a gun shoved into your gut wasn't the sexiest thing in the world.
"On your hands and knees, bitch. Just like a bitch!" Salter pranced around now, his prick bobbing around in front of his body. He obviously was getting a hell of a sexual charge out of ordering them to perform these lewd acts.
Amber silently obeyed, knowing she didn't dare object.
"Get your tits over the other slut's lips. I want her sucking your tits while he fucks you from behind. Do it!"
Amber felt a tiny electric spark of desire go through her body. She hated herself for it, but she was getting turned on by the idea of having Anne suck her titties while Randy fucked her. The man dropped down behind her, hands stroking along her naked flanks.
She tried to remember when last they'd had clothes on. She wasn't sure she could remember. All this had happened so fast. The lights went out and so did all their morals. She normally didn't enjoy promiscuity like this. Now she couldn't get enough cock filling her cunt and ass-hole-and the joy of making it with another woman turned her on even more. The feel of Anne's sucking lips all over her tits almost pushed her over the edge of a climax.
"Fuck! Suck! All of you, do it now!" crowed Salter.
Amber closed her eyes and let her body respond as naturally as it could. She felt the thick staff of Randy's prick pushing between her meaty ass-cheeks. She tensed for a moment to gently squeeze on his cock. That was to let him know she really cared for him. No matter what Salter forced them to do, she loved him and would have taken his cock into any hole of her body simply because she cared for him.
His cock slid along her liquid gash. He parted her cunt-lips with his prick, stroking slowly back and forth. Her fuck-oils poured forth to coat his cock. The feel of his corrugated prick moving against her most sensitive flesh made her shiver. Involuntarily, she shoved her hips back into his crotch.
Her loins came alive. The tiny fires of lust that had always burned inside now blazed merrily away, threatening to consume her. She didn't know if she could point to any one thing causing it or not. The lights going off like this had made them all hornier than hell-and it had taken away any inhibitions she might have felt.
That was part of it. Being trapped so high up in a posh office building added to the fervor of the moment. Randy was handsome and his prick was outrageously huge. It filled her to overflowing and gave her everything a woman could possibly desire.
The feelings inside her body tumbled and caroused and got in each other's way. She knew the feel of Anne's mouth moving slowly all over her tits was helping her to come alive more than Randy's cock could cause in such a short time.
The sounds. The sound of his prick sliding back and forth was obscene, lewd-and wonderful. The sucking noises from her tits turned her into a weak, trembling woman, too. And the sounds of Marty fucking Anne came to her ears. She had never realized how important noise was to fucking.
And the heavy odors filling the room. She sucked in her breath to savor them. Male musk. The smell of a woman aroused and ready for anything. There was another, less definable odor, too. The smell of danger. At any moment Salter could go off his head and kill them all. This might be the last time any of them had to enjoy the pleasures of fucking.
That added immensely to the sensations ripping through her tender body.
"Fuck me harder!" she begged. "Drive it in and give me all the swollen big prick you can!"
"Yeah, fuck her good," chided Salter. "And you, blondie, go on and lick his balls. The one fucking your red-haired friend."
Susan silently did as she was told. Better to be doing something than to be forced to watch her friends fucking at gunpoint. And then she discovered that what she was being forced to do wasn't altogether unpleasant. Lying on her back, she succeeded in getting her lips up to Randy's balls.
Her tongue dragged across the hairy little sac every time he shoved forward, his cock penetrating the red bush of Amber and going into the depths of her cunt.
"Shit, baby, that's more than I can take," Randy cried out. "But don't stop, and lick my cock! All the way in, lick my prick!"
Susan positioned herself so she could do just that. She found that her tongue just reached up to the point where Randy's prick entered Amber's cunt. By placing her tongue there, she could stroke along the puffy labia and give Amber added enjoyment as well as roughly tonguing Randy's fucking cock.
Amber almost went out of her mind with desire. She was getting more in the way of a fucking than she ever had before. The cock fucking her was superb. She couldn't have asked for anything more. But she was getting more, lots more.
"Keep going," she cried out. "I'm on fire inside. I'm burning up and I need your cock, your mouth, oh, God, ohhhhhhh!"
She hardly knew what she was saying. The entire world collapsed on her suddenly as she came. She felt compressed under tons and tons of dirt. Breathing became strained. The feel of the soft lips on her tits set her off even more. Sandpaper coated her throat and her chest was on fire. She might have been breathing napalm.
Shaking, shivering, she soared on the gusty winds of ecstasy blowing across her body.
She tried to keep everything separate and failed. How could she decide whether it was the cock or the lips in her cunt that excited her the most? The hard, long pillar of man-meat entering her from behind thrilled her. Fucking always gave her a surge of sexual energy second to none.
His prick pushed and stretched her insides until she wanted to scream with joy. The feel of his cock reaming her out lit tiny fires in her gut that soon raged out of control. She came. She came hard. Her screams of desire filled the room and deafened her.
And still she came. The wet slapping of his balls against her clit made her tremble like she was going to faint. But that slap-slap from his balls was stopped when Susan's tongue got in the way. That tongue sought out all the right places to touch. Usually, when a man fucked her like this, there wasn't any pressure on her clit.
There was now.
The girl's pink, darting tongue found just the right spot to touch to give her an electric shock that blasted all the way up her spine. The girl's tongue gave feathery light caresses to just the tip of her clit. Amber was about to go out of her mind with desire when Susan's mouth clamped down on the clit.
She exploded as if a stick of dynamite had been shoved into her guts. She would have tossed them both from her with her violent thrashing around if it hadn't been for Randy's hands gripping her waist so strongly. She loved the feel of his fingers cutting into her tender flesh. It showed exactly where he was, how much'he cared, what he wanted to continue doing to her.
"Amber," he moaned out, "I... I oh God, I can't hold it back anymore. I gotta.. . "
She felt the shock of his jism as it spurted into her hungry twat. She took every single drop of his come and tried to milk his balls for more. She felt Susan's hot breath against her pussy-lips and knew the girl was licking Randy's balls as he came. That added to the violent eruption of his cock. But her own pussy did the most to ensure that she got the full measure of his man-seed.
Tightening her belly muscles set her off again. She felt the bucking, dancing prick inside her. It had swelled to the point where she simply knew it would split her apart. She could feel every single movement of it in her. And she wanted more.
Relaxing a little allowed more freedom to his coming cock. And then she tightened up again, harder, with more insistence. She didn't want him to leave her cunt all alone. She wanted that hot, heavy pillar of virile cock to stay inside her anxious cunt forever.
It wasn't to happen that way. Even as she tensed and tried to hold onto Randy's prick, it melted and flowed away from her trembling cunt-walls. She felt it slip from her pussy. Susan's sucking mouth captured the few drops of come that leaked from her cunt and gave her a little extra joy, but it was nothing compared to the friction she had felt while Randy fucked her.
Nothing could compare to that, not even the way Anne sucked on her dangling tits.
She heaved a big sigh and then was carried away on still another come; Susan hadn't abandoned her cunt. The girl's clever tongue insinuated itself between her cunt-lips. She was sucking out all the come pooled inside her tight passage.
And Anne's mouth clamped firmly on her boobs. The woman opened her mouth wide and tried to eat the entire scrumptious mound of tit-flesh. When she found she couldn't get all of it into her mouth, she clamped down, using her teeth. The red marks left by her teeth as she slid back toward the nipple aroused Amber more than she would have thought.
Blood rushed to the wounds. Excited blood. Blood from her hard-pumping heart. And her nipple grew in size as more and more of that hot blood gushed into her boob.
"I can't take much more!" she whined. Her entire body was approaching the breaking point. No woman could handle all the comes she had in just the last few minutes. Finally unable to withstand the onslaught of Susan's tongue on her pussy and the sucking mouth all over her tits, Amber rolled away.
She vaguely heard Salter say to Susan, "You. The blond one. Go on-and lick the other one's balls."
Amber had forgotten they were prisoners of this demented man. She managed to open one eye and focus it on Salter. The man's prick stood up at rigid attention in front of his loins. He was getting harder and harder by the minute. She could see by the way his prick jerked and elevated.
He was a voyeur as well as a rapist and a murderer. And she didn't dare forget the first crime that had started all this. The man was also a thief who had stolen from the company that had employed him for so many years.
Amber hated. She hated him with all the passion she had left inside her body. She felt a gentle touch on her naked leg. A green eye focused on Randy's hand. He squeezed as if to reassure her. She wondered if any of them would survive this ordeal.
Having the lights go out had been scary at first. Then the morals had broken down and she had discovered a whole new world awaiting her, if she only wanted it. She had. She had enjoyed fucking with Susan and Anne and Randy and would have screwed a doorknob if she had run out of cock or tongue for her pussy. The electricity going off had liberated her from outdated morals.
But she couldn't cope with the way it had affected Salter. It had driven him stark raving mad.
The man danced around waving his gun and ordering Marty to fuck Anne even faster. The sight of Susan licking at Marty's balls made her oddly excited. A plan began to form in her mind. Vague, incoherent, but a plan. They might be able to get out of here yet.
Her attentions turned to Marty. The man was sweating profusely and his face appeared to be a mask carved from solid wood. He lunged repeatedly into Anne's softly yielding cunt, his prick vanishing all the way up to his balls every time.
"I... I, ohhhh, shiiiit!" he called out. His hips exploded into a frenzy of erratic movement. He fucked wildly, not caring about rhythm or Anne or anything. He was spewing out his white-hot jizz into her greedy little pussy.
Anne enjoyed it. She came. And Susan's contented look told Amber that she didn't mind it too much. All this fucking and sucking had taken the young blonde's mind off their dilemma. For the moment.
But reality had to return as soon as she sat and caught her breath. Susan and Amber exchanged glances and both of them looked at Salter. In that brief instant, Susan caught the idea forming in Amber's mind and gave it full substance.
It wasn't much of a plan, but it was better than none at all.