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.
Ethan's protesting groans gradually turned into something which made Erika's cheeks redden.
Moans of unwilling pleasure left Ethan's gagged mouth, and it was all Erika could do not to sob. She began pumping her mouth faster now, lubricating his cock with her saliva as she felt the first salty edge of pre-cum trace her tongue. Erika brought her lips to an apex so that Ethan's cock-head was almost exposed to the air, only to bring her mouth back down hard onto his crotch, her nose nearly brushing his pubic hair as she impaled her young mouth, gurgling and relaxing her throat to keep from gagging.
"MMppphH!! GGGLLLPPP!!" Her desperate cock-sucking brought a chuckle from Reese.
"That's more like it. Mmm, that's my girl. Now, take your mouth off of him and open your eyes. I said OPEN them!" Reluctantly Erika opened her eyes as her mouth slid off of the bank manager's penis. She looked down at the bobbing, fully erect cock and felt only shame. A shiny phallus, lubricated by her saliva, thrust eagerly upward before her eyes. She had done that. She had made a married man hard and horny against his will.
On some level it didn't matter that Reese had forced her. She had been the one to do the final act - to tempt and bring Ethan to ruin. And what made it worse was that Ethan would never forget this moment. The moment his young co-worker sucked his cock and thrust him into the delirious haze of lust, all thoughts of his wife and family dimmed into oblivion.
"Good. Very good, bitch. Now turn around and position that slimy cock between those sexy cunt lips of yours. Time to give your boyfriend the ultimate reward!"
Reese's command made Erika tremble, but she obeyed. She turned around, gently taking Ethan's cock between her slender fingers. She delicately placed the egg-shaped head of his penis between her labia. Ethan's arms were dangling from the ceiling, the chain slack enough so that his knees could reach the floor, while stopping him from sitting comfortably. All he could do in his exhaustion was half-kneel, his wrists pulled taut above him, giving Erika the perfect angle to kneel doggy-style and position the cock at her slick opening.
"Do it! Fuck him, bitch." Erika sighed as she nudged her hips backward, accepting the penetration - Ethan's shaft sliding into her warm depths. Her pussy felt the almost comfortable friction as she established a cadence, back and forth, in and out, fucking her boss's cock at the hands of their sadistic tormentor.
"Ahh. Now there's a thing of beauty. Isn't that precious, Giselle? That's your name, isn't it Latina bitch?"
Stifling her tears, Giselle nodded. "Please, Sir. What...what do you want with me?"
Reese idly palmed her ass cheeks before cupping her breasts and squeezing them until she moaned. Then his fingers snuck downward, tenderly stroking her clit as Giselle bucked in arousal-tainted protest.
"Well, now that you mention it I think watching your friend's little fuck show is making me extra horny. Kneel down right here, right across from your friend. Time for me to taste your juicy cunt, especially since my cock's hungry and ready for a little plunder."
Giselle knelt across from Erika, watching miserably as Erika continued to slam her sexy ass backward with a series of deep thrusts, encasing Ethan's shaft again and again and again. Soon the sound of wetness and suction filled the van from that quarter. Erika decided that if she was going to die of shame, she might as well just surrender to it. She imagined that she was Ethan's wife, that they were making love, and that this entire nightmare was something different.
