When they came to Bonnie, one of the men nudged her with the barrel of a gun and told her to stand up. Shakily, she got to her feet. "Nice," the bandit said, fingering the diamond pendant around her neck. It had been a gift from her ex, one of the few nice things that he had ever given her. The man emptied her purse and took her wallet Goodbye credit cards, driver's license, library card, paycheck, and ... what, maybe $80 cash? She cringed, thinking of the hassle it would be dealing with the loss of all those lost items, then realized that was not the most pressing problem. One of he raiders was searched her. He put his hand up her blouse and felt her breasts. He pinched her nipples. She tried to run away but he grabbed her roughly by the hair, hurting her. "Do you want to loose some your teeth?" he asked, then he kissed her, his mouth tasting of beer and cigarettes. He forced his tongue into her mouth. "Kiss back at me, bitch girl." Fighting back tears, she returned the kiss, though it almost made her nauseous "Now hold still and let me search you." He unzipped her jeans. The man stuck his hand into her panties and roughly fingered her, while his face was just a few inches from her. She felt his breath quicken as he rubbed her privates and then roughly stuck a finger inside her, hurting her . He smiled, looking at the pain in her in the eyes, watching her. "Guess you not hiding nothing in your pussy," he said, smiling, his foul breath in her face. Still holding her by the hair, he kissed her on the mouth again and then kicked her legs out from under her. She tumbled roughly to the floor. Then he went on.
Bonnie closed her eyes when the robbers came to Paulette. This would not be pretty. She heard Paulette beg to be allowed to keep her wedding ring, then she heard a loud slap. "Before, you too good to talk at me, eh?" said the man who had been sitting there. "Now maybe you wish you made nice with me." He slapped her When she opened her eyes, Paulette's lip was puffy and cracked and there was blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Within a cold and ashen face, Paulette endured the search, only crying out when the bandit reached under her dress and felt her between legs. "He patted her ass. "I talk you again soon," he promised.
One of the bandit's searched her nephew Nick. When they'd finished, he, "Looked this watch boy has. goddamn Rolex." Bonnie almost smiled. She'd bought Nick's "Rolex", which she'd given to him for his twenty-first birthday, when she visited Hong Kong a few months ago. It had cost her about $12.
Soon they'd taken everything of any value from all the customers and employees and searched them all. "Well," said the man who'd been sitting by Paulette, "is concluding business now. Now we' all going to have little fun."
"First, a little dancing," he walked the floor looking for women he wanted to see dancing, He kicked the bartender, the female singer from the band, and the woman who had wet herself, and told them to get up on the stage. Then he kicked Bonnie and Paulette. "Get asses up there."
Bonnie reluctantly made her way up to the stage. Paulette was still cringing on the floor. She refused to move. She was trying to say something but no words came out.
The raider who had been sitting next to them at the bar went over to Nick. He lifted Nick's head by his hair and put a hunting knife to Nick's throat. "You want boy live to be twenty-two?" Paulette, looking utterly horror stricken, shuffled to the stage.
"Everyone, sit up and watch at the show!" one of the bandits yelled at the people on the floor.
Music started, an ugly rap song Bonnie hated rap, but she danced. She'd only been to a strip club once or twice, with her ex-. She tried to remember what they did but could only remember her ex-husband tripping over himself to put dollar bills in the dancers' g-strings. She tried to be a little bit sexy so that the bandits wouldn't scream at her as they were screaming at poor Paulette. "You're dance like damned zombie girl." one of them shouted at her, "You're fucking robot woman!"
"OK, is time is come to see dancers' boobies," said one of the raiders.
There was nothing she could do. She pulled the tank top over her head and dropped it to the stage. Paulette was wearing a dress. She looked confused. "Taking off the dress, cunt girl." Paulette very slowly unbuttoned the dress and very reluctantly removed it. One of the robbers urged the customers sitting on the floor watching the dance to hoot and yell for more. Thos who didn't, he kicked hard..
Slowly, sadly, and with infinite reluctance, Paulette reached around to undo her brassiere.
When they had been teenagers, Bonnie had been jealous of Paulette's breasts and her shapely ass. She remembered, one night, when she was about 18 and Paulette was 22, Bonnie went skinny-dipping with a group of friends to a little lake, and somehow Paulette had invited herself along. Bonnie, with her 32B's, had hung back in the shadows or stayed in water up to her neck. Paulette always seemed to be in the full glow of the firelight, sticking her 36C's out to make them see even bigger or strutting around so that everyone could see her dynamite ass.
That was 20 years ago, though, and time and gravity had taken their toll. Once, after he'd had a few drinks, Paulette's husband Matt had told Bonnie, that Paulette slept in bra and panties under her nightie so that he couldn't see her body. According to him, Paulette's tits had drooped and her nipples had a chewed-on look to themβNick might have been in part responsible for that, the kid had breast fed for an ungodly long time, over three years. Paulette's ass, her husband had sadly confided to Bonnie, was oatmealish and scored by stretch marks. Bonnie remembered taking a certain satisfaction in hearing thisβher own tits and ass didn't look all that different than they had in the mid-eighties.
Thee was no hiding herself now. Paulette's bra fell away and there were her tits. Not so bad that I'd sleep in a bra every night, Bonnie thought, but they sure don't look like they did the night we went skinny-dipping.
"Get rid off of your jeans," the raider told Bonnie. She realized, now, why strippers didn't wear jeans. Taking off pants while you were dancing was a feat. Once, with one leg still in her pants leg an one out, Bonnie took an ungainly fall on the stage. No wanting to risk another fall, Bonnie stayed on her back, and, still moving in time to the music, pulled her jeans off her other leg and stripped them off.
"Both of you, taking your panties off," the raider told Bonnie and her sister. Bonnie hated to do this. She was in the habit of shaving herself down there, but lately, she hadn't had a boyfriend and ... well, she had gotten lazy. She was in that halfway stage between shaved and natural that she though looked weird. Seeing that the robber was waving his gigantic firearm in their direction, however, she did what she was told. Paulette had given up trying to complain. She just dropped her panties. Paulette, she noticed, didn't shave at all. There was a thick black bush that spilled over onto her upper thighs and crawled up her ass.
The music stopped. "Now we have for us a little living sex show," said one of the robbers. The man who had been sitting by Paulette took both Paulette and Bonnie by the hand and led them to the edge of the stage where Paulette's husband and son would have no choice but to watch them. The two women stood naked in front of the robber.
First, he put his hand on Bonnie's most intimate place, his finger going deeply into her vagina. Then he took his finger and made Paulette lick it. "Are you liking taste of your sister cutie?" he asked Paulette. Next he handed Bonnie a beer bottle. "Stick bottle up your sisters pussy," Bonnie just looked at the brown bottle, then he slapped her face, so hard he almost knocked her over. "You must doing what I tell you when I tell you , bitch girl!"
Bonnie got down on her knees in front of Paulette. She used one hand to try to part the dark hair and to pry the sister open. Her sister had thick, long pussy lips. Bonnie managed to get those open but then Paulette's vagina seemed inordinately dry and impenetrable. "Push on hard or I hurting you," the robber told her. "I break the goddamn bottle and put it up your ass." The pain on Paulette's face was evident. Bonnie put her fingers in her own mouth, wetting them, and then rubbed them on Paulette's lower lips so there would be a little bit of lubrication. Still too dry. Sighing, Bonnie touched her sister's clitoris. When she did, her sister squeaked. "What the hell are you doing to me?" Paulette whispered angrily. "I'm trying to help. I'm going to tear you up with that bottle if you're not a little wet, damn it."
Paulette looked no less angry but she didn't stop Bonnie, even pulling the fold away from her clitoris so Bonnie could touch it. Finally she was then able work the bottle inside Paulette's pussy. "Push it in then out," he told Bonnie. "Fuck her with the bottle. Is good, yes?"
He pushed both of them down to their knees. "Taking down my pants," he commanded them. Bonnie undid his belt and Paulette, as if in a dream, pulled down his zipper and pulled his pants down to his knees. "And taking down my boxer underpants." Together they pulled down his underwear. His dick flopped out. It seemed thick as a horse's but was only about 4 inches long.
The oral sex he forced them to have was brutal. He started with Bonnie, grabbing her head with two hands and forcing her to take more of his meaty dick into her mouth than she could stand. She gagged and tears came to her eyes. His cock rammed against the back of her throat hand and unpleasantly triggering her gag reflex. Then he turned his attention to Paulette. He wrapped Paulette's hair around one hand and jerked her head so that his cock was right in front of her mouth Her lips were still trickling blood from when he'd slapped her. He pried her jaws open with one hand and stuck his fat cock into her mouth. "If you biting me, bitch girl, you'll being sorry, you and whole of stupid family." Then he pinched her nose with one hand so she had to keep her mouth as wide open as she could or she wouldn't be able to breathe. Periodically he would take his cock from Paulette's mouth and slap her hard with it across her face. He didn't wield it in his hand like a bat. Instead, he swung his hips, his whole body, and made his fleshy dick fly at her face with blinding speed. It sounded like someone slapping a big dead fish against a marble floor. Paulette was weeping continuously now, lost and dazed by the sexual humiliation.