Erika couldn't believe it. How had it all gone wrong so quickly?
The lithe and beautiful brunette still couldn't replay the blitzkrieg of motion in her mind, the furious series of blurs when Reese and Alec had collided, grappling and punching. Erika now exchanged a frightened look with an equally gorgeous, full-breasted Latina girl. Giselle's eyes leaked tears. She was just as scared as Erika, and she had every reason to be. The more protective, slightly less brutal of their captives had just been overpowered by his dangerously sadistic partner.
"Not smart, Alec. Getting between me and my spoils." Reese, the muscular Latino bank robber, spoke to Alec as if he could still hear, tying Alec's wrists tight behind his back. Then he left Alec's prone form to lie face-down on the floor. Pleased with his handiwork, he turned to Erika and Giselle with a cruel smile on his face.
"Now, where were we ladies? Oh, that's right. You were going to do EXACTLY as I tell you." His gaze flicked to the gun lying on the floor near Alec's prone form. Erika's hands had been bound with rope in front of her, and she had considered diving for it. But the battling men had been between her and her prize, and before she knew it the fight had been over.
She'd missed her best chance at escape, and guilt pooled in her belly. She looked at Giselle, Celeste and Nikki, all her fellow captives, and felt regret now suck the life out of her. Resignation began to seep in, numbing her mind.
"We...we'll do what you want. Please don't hurt us," Erika heard herself say. Her eyes drifted listlessly to the floor.
"Then come with me! You and the alluring Latina can join me in the van. I want to check in on your little boyfriend."
Boyfriend? Erika tried to comprehend what Reese was talking about, then it dawned on her. The bank manager. Ethan! He was still chained up in the van, stripped naked after the bank heist, just like them. He was no boyfriend to her, and yet apparently their twisted captor enjoyed calling him that in order to, what, humiliate her? Something ominous seemed to prickle up and down the length of her spine.
After the ordeal of the last twelve or so hours, Erika didn't think this nightmare could descend any farther.
She was dead wrong.
Soon the two girls found themselves in the garage, Reese prodding their shapely bottoms with the barrel of his gun. He carried what looked like a toolbox in his other hand, but Erika and Giselle knew better. There were probably sex toys and tools of torment in that box, and little else.
"First, we get you ladies ready to party," Reese laughed. He opened the van and hustled them inside. Next he undid Giselle's ropes and retied her hands in front of her. His gaze slid up and down Giselle's curvaceous figure, soaking up her lush breasts before lingering on her exposed pussy. "Mmm. You are one juicy little feminine prize, aren't you bitch? I think you'll party with me. As for you," and now he nodded toward Erika, "get intimate with your new boyfriend there. I want you to start sucking his cock like he's your one true love. Get busy."
Erika turned to Ethan. Her bank manager was maybe 10 years older, with a balding head and a slight paunch in the belly. Otherwise the middle-aged man had some decent muscle tone in his biceps and clearly lived a fairly active life for a bank manager. She remembered Ethan talking about family hikes with his wife and two young children. Erika thought of Ethan not as her supervisor, but as a friend. It killed her to think what Reese wanted her to do.
The sexy young brunette looked into Ethan's dazed eyes. He had been unconscious earlier, smacked around by Alec during the harrowing drive after the heist. Now his eyes looked dead, as if shock had finally surrendered to despair. His grey-blue eyes looked so pained, it made Erika want comfort him. 'And how am I going to comfort him? This sick bastard wants me to suck my boss's cock? Ugh. No! I won't do it!' she thought.
With trepidation, gathering what little courage she still could, Erika turned to Reese and shook her head.
"No. I can't do that." She licked her lips. "I WON'T do that."
There was a second of spine-tingling silence. Reese exploded into motion, his pistol coming up and pressing hard against Giselle's right breast. His free hand dropped the toolbox and squeezed tightly around Giselle's neck. The girl whimpered pitifully and looked down at the barrel of the gun pressed to her chest.
"Listen real good, bitch. You will start sucking Mr. Limp Dick bank manager's cock right now or your co-worker gets a bullet to her hot little tits. I'm serious." Reese's vicious eyes corroborated every threatening word. Erika shivered, her lips trembling.
"Okay, okay! Please."
"Start sucking!"
Erika was stunning in every way that counted. Her high cheekbones highlighted a face with flawless proportions. Her slim shoulders, medium-sized breasts and smooth belly transitioned to a pussy that she shaved regularly to please her boyfriend...her real boyfriend back home. So it was without doubt that Erika knew that Ethan found her attractive.
He was male. He may have had a wife and kids, but he was still a member of the male species. Now, as Erika leaned down to tentatively flick her tongue against Ethan's member, the captured manager groaned. His cock jerked straight and rigid like a soldier coming to attention. The man's length was maybe 8 inches and had a decent girth. It was with reluctance that Erika began to lick up and down the length of his shaft before swirling her tongue over the tip, flicking her tongue teasingly against his bulbous cock-head to enflame his arousal.
"I said get busy, bitch! I have no patience for this kissy crap." Suddenly Erika jumped, yelping as a riding crop fisted in Reese's hand slammed into her sensuously-sculpted butt cheeks. The next strike of the crop stung just as bad, and she bit her lip hard.
"Please I'm sorry! I'll do better!" she groaned. She quickly engulfed Ethan's penis in her mouth, slurping loudly for Reese's benefit as her mouth pumped its way back and forth. The pale brunette worked her mouth with frenzied impalements, cupping the underside of Ethan's shaft with her tongue. She closed her eyes, unwilling to witness the expression on Ethan's face. She tried not to imagine what Ethan's wife would feel if she could see this appalling act.
'I'm sorry Ethan. Please forgive me.' That was all Erika could think as she formed a tight ring with her lips, slurping on Ethan's cock like a rare delicacy as her fellatio's rhythm increased. Meanwhile her fingers gently fondled Ethan's testicles, alternately rubbing the area just behind the testicles to add to his stimulation. She could not rescue him from this nightmare, but she could give him pleasure. 'It's all I can do, god help me,' Erika thought.
