2 comments/ 20407 views/ 6 favorites The Heist Ch. 02 By: gaggedKitty23 Celeste was a slender girl, her flawless skin so pale that it was almost reminiscent of pristine moonlight. Her breasts jiggled as the cruel Latino captor by the name of Reese thrust her forward to her knees in front of his pack of sex toys. "Like I said, cute cunt, I've got all kinds of ideas for how me and you can have some fun." The sadistic glee in his voice made the terrified girl want to retch. Reese's partner in crime was Alec, who sat with his own naked brunette captive enfolded between his legs, wrists bound in front of her, and her name was Erika. She had snuggled against him, fearful of Reese and believing that Alec was the lesser of two evils. Alec watched Reese's antics, curious to see what Reese would do next even if he didn't necessarily approve of his partner's brutal methods. "Wh-what are you doing?!" Celeste asked, trembling as Reese proceeded to wrap duct-tape around the base of a long, crimson dildo with rubberized spiky little nubs all along its considerable length. He securely fastened his dildo 'toy' to a stool he'd taken from upstairs. Then he tied ropes to the stool ends and secured them tautly to conveniently positioned pipes along the basement walls. With the four ropes tying it from every angle, the stool stood rigid and immobile. It wasn't going anywhere. Celeste still knelt at the foot of the stool, eyes drawn inexorably upward to the 12-inch shaft which seemed to rise heavenward like the phallus of some god. As she began to sob Reese rubbed oil up and down the shaft, lubing it up generously - in preparation for what, both girls could guess all too well. Erika shivered in Alec's arms. Not as slight of build as Celeste, she was still slim, with larger breasts than Celeste and an overall well-proportioned figure. Erika was groaning now with Alec's fingers playing with her pussy, his fingers sliding and flicking along her still moist folds. Alec had already pleasured her cunt and fucked it hard...and now it was a sloppy mess. Yet Erika seemed far more enthralled by the sensations Alec's fingers were reawakening, and by the irresistible scene of Celeste's ordeal. "Do you like watching, slave?" It was the first time Alec had called her slave. Oddly enough, it gave her a surge of hope. "Y-yes Master." Erika thought, 'If I'm his sex slave, then it means he won't kill me, right?' If she was his property, then he'd value her...wouldn't he? That was the million dollar question. Erika tried to look away at what was happening to Celeste, but she couldn't. Like a moth drawn to the flame, she was perversely attracted to her fellow captive's suffering. Was it that secretly she was grateful for Celeste's pain, knowing that Reese's attentions on her made it less likely he would turn his focus elsewhere? Erika shuddered at the thought, shuddered at the strange moral calculus that this nightmare had forced her to reconsider. "Please...Don't!" Celeste cried. "Don't make me mount that thing." Reese chuckled, drawing a knife from his pack. He rested the flat of the blade across Celeste's left breast, his eyes flinty, devoid of all tenderness. "Listen, bitch. Listen good. You're going to fuck that thing with wild abandon and moan how much you love it. You do that or I promise you, I can do worse things to your sexy body." Grasping her by the nape of the neck, he yanked her to her feet and nodded impatiently at her, gesturing at the obscenely tall dildo. Celeste licked her lips, looking at her captor, then over to the awful phallus, then back once more to her captor. "Please, Sir. It would be easier if you untied my wrists." Her shoulders probably ached from having her wrists tied so tightly behind her back. Erika could relate, having finally been granted the privilege of having her wrists bound in front of her for a change. But she dared not utter even a word in support of her fellow captive's request. She wasn't stupid. Reese put the blade just under Celeste's chin and grabbed a handful of the gorgeous brunette's hair. Celeste whimpered as Reese spelled things out. "Do I look like I care about your comfort, little slut? You have five seconds to bust that pussy on the dildo or I will take you back to the van and do things to you that make this look like a fun-filled walk in the park." Reese pinched each of the girl's nipples roughly, wresting two sharp moans from her throat. Celeste bit her lip and awkwardly climbed onto the stool, positioning her young sex above the cruel red cock. Then, with agonizing finality, she pushed her young pussy down to engulf the oily-slick shaft, gasping as it filled her. Without the oil to lubricate it, there was no telling what damage the shaft might have done to her delicate sex. As it was, all Celeste could do was moan and gently pump her tight snatch up and down the phallus as her captor commanded. "That's my girl. You're a fast learner, bitch. Not too shabby." Reese leaned over, swirling his tongue around one nipple even as he put the ice-cold flat of his knife over the girl's remaining nipple. The total contrast of having one nipple warmed and the other chilled made the girl whimper loudly, her breasts trembling as she rode the unyielding rubber cock. Erika watched the unsavory scene even as part of her was curious what it felt like - all those ribbed sensations ricocheting up and down the walls of Celeste's poor, soon-to-be aching love hole. 'I'm so sorry, Celeste,' she thought. Erika thought back to what she could have done differently back at the bank, before these two robbers had kidnapped them. She was sure that she'd tripped the alarm, but no one had come to help them. Erika couldn't shake the thought that if only she'd done something differently, none of this would have happened. She and Celeste, Nikki, and Giselle wouldn't be helpless, naked captives at the hands of these two cruel men. Alec's words intruded on her thoughts. "Well, my sweet girl. What do you want to do?" The restless tone of his voice signaled that if she didn't think of something fast, the man's twisted imagination just might. She hated to do this, but inwardly she made the decision to get Giselle involved in a little threesome. Giselle was the only female captive who had not yet suffered the attentions of their male captors. Judging from Reese's brutality, Erika preferred to have Giselle with them rather than left unclaimed to catch Reese's eye. "Master, let this slave get Giselle. She can fuck you while I lick her clit and make her come on your cock!" Erika was disgusted by the idea, but she had a bead on the male mindset. There was something about this male fantasy - and she knew from past boyfriends that it existed - about the threesome with two girls, and Erika had a suspicion that Alec probably shared some of those predictable male preferences. Alec stroked his chin, seeming to consider her idea. She inwardly begged 'Please say yes, oh god, please let him say yes.' Finally Alec sighed. "I suppose that sounds diverting enough. Here, you sit." He slowly disengaged and began to walk lazily toward the wall where Nikki and Giselle were bound to immobile sections of the house's archaic plumbing. While Alec retrieved their newest playmate, Erika watched Celeste's worsening ordeal. The ivory-skinned brunette was still humping the long, thick phallus, moaning for all she was worth. Only now Reese demanded that she say all kinds of demeaning things. "Tell me how much you love fucking long rubber dildos! How much you need that cock slamming up your tight pussy! Tell me, bitch!" Reese had a riding crop out in his fisted grip, and he slapped the sharp-angled end of that crop against Celeste's pubic muff, even slamming the crop directly against her sensitive clit. Celeste's agonized cries intensified, and the squelchy sound of her pussy riding faster up and down the unyielding dildo filled the room with a brutal cadence. Her breasts bobbed up and down with the force of her impalements. Her poor shoulders strained, obviously suffering increasing discomfort as she bottomed out her sex again and again and again until the entire shaft vanished in her warmth, her pussy lips pressed snugly to the varnished seat of the wooden stool. "Please!" Celeste cried. "Mercy, Sir! It's so deep! I'm fucking it just like you asked...UUuhhhnnnn!!" Celeste moaned as Reese captured her mouth for a savage kiss, biting her lips just softly enough not to draw blood. Then he teasingly stroked the end of the riding crop against her clit, watching as her tormented body slowly recognized new sensations of pleasure. His hand gently curled around the back of her neck, stroking the soft skin as he swirled his tongue around both of her pebbled nipples, pink peaks standing alert on her modest yet beautifully shaped young tits. "Mmmm. You look all hot and sexy now, bitch...riding like a submissive cowgirl. Look at that cock fill up your teeny cunt. How's it feel, bitch? Tell me how much you LOVE it or I smack the riding crop against your clitoris instead of giving you these nice, easy strokes." The pleasurable glide of the crop abruptly ceased. Celeste was no fool, and she moved her hips faster in response, plunging her sex down more firmly to engulf the shaft as she moaned. "Yes, Sir. I love fucking this red shaft...Mmm...love the way it feels sliding through my pussy. AHH!" The Latino man smacked the riding crop against her clit again, but this time not with the same impact. It was more of a calculated smack, a perfect balance of force designed to stimulate rather than punish. Surprise was painted across Celeste's pretty face. Her tormented eyes fogged over with a hint of lust. Her body betrayed her as Reese resumed sliding the end of the crop up and down, rubbing her exquisitely sensitive bundle of nerves quicker and quicker. After what seemed an eternity her clit stood out, firm as a thumb tack above her rapidly plunging pussy. The wet sounds of her impalement were by then joined by a distinct smell. Pungent arousal. Celeste's channel driven wild by the constant barrage of rounded spike-tips and the clit-stroking pummels of the crop. She was riding the dildo faster and harder still, her pussy slamming downward with full-tilted zeal to engulf the artificial red penis as if it belonged inside of her and nowhere else. "Ohhh...fuck...I love fucking," Celeste sputtered with Reese's hand around her throat, urging her on. No matter how stridently she impaled her own snatch on the cruel spiked phallus, it never seemed rough enough or fast enough for Reese's liking. Meanwhile a different kind of sex-play was unfolding just across the room. Erika knelt obediently, waiting as Alec brought over Giselle. Giselle was conspicuously different than all the other girls. Only Giselle sported a deeply tanned body, the mark of her Latina heritage. Her wavy long hair had a dark brown hue that refused to surrender to the more traditional ebony luster. Her sun-kissed nakedness also showed off two flawlessly sculpted breasts, inviting curves that begged to be held and suckled. Alec retrieved a gun from a hidden place nearby and sat with his back to the wall. He brandished the gun, secretly knowing it wasn't loaded. At worst he would pistol-whip one of the girls if he was attacked. Of course they didn't know that, so when he said the following words they sent chills through both Erika and Giselle at once. "Don't try anything, ladies. I can promise you it will not end well for you. But if you behave, perhaps we can share some mutual enjoyment. Are we at an understanding?" The reasonable tenor of his voice sounded strangely diplomatic given the horrific captivity the two naked girls found themselves in. "Y-yes Sir," Giselle said. "This slave understands!" Erika chirped. She'd decided to be totally submissive and see where that might get her. It couldn't hurt, she decided. She had little to lose after what she had lost already...except for her life. She noted that Alec now set his handgun aside within easy reach in case he needed it. Easy reach for him unfortunately was not close enough for the girls to contemplate a bolder attempt at escape, and even if they could that still left the danger posed by Reese. Alec sat down against the wall, legs outstretched, cock tall and eager. Sitting there sprawled out and naked, his pectoral muscles bunched in kinship to his nicely chiseled abs, even Erika and Giselle had to admit that the man had a body most women would salivate over. Giselle's wrists had been re-bound behind her back, but she easily managed to sit her pussy slowly onto Alec's waiting penis. Alec groaned appreciatively as she carefully, snuggly accepted his erection. Her pert ass cheeks facing him gave Alec an enviable view as she began to raise and lower her cunt, accepting her fate meekly enough. The truth was something else. Erika caught a look of murder from Giselle's quiet stare. She might never forgive Erika for suggesting that she be added to form this little threesome. If only Erika could tell Giselle her true motives, would she understand? The thought twisted like a knife in Erika's gut. Erika knelt, whispering in Giselle's ear. "Fuck him Giselle. Make him feel good while I lick your pussy." She said it deliberately just loud enough for Alec to hear, and she definitely noticed the extra growth in Alec's now-straining manhood. "Please...Sir," Giselle gasped, her pussy feeling the hardness of his cock in ways that made her feel immediately ashamed..."If you untie me I can make it better for you." "Aaahhh...I don't doubt it, slut. Even so, I am content for now," he growled, smacking her ass cheeks with two resounding SMACKS that bounced off the walls as Giselle writhed, her invaded pussy clasping her captor's cock like a velvety sheath. Soon she was humping her captor's cock like a willing sex-slave, her breasts aroused and even her cunt beginning to moisten. Giselle accepted it, welcomed it, and not because she was eager to please her depraved captor. She looked down, secretly turned on by Erika as her former co-worker knelt and flicked her tongue rapidly near the apex of Giselle's opening, the nub of her clit feeling the tiny stabs of Erika's devoted ministrations. 'This is so sick,' Giselle thought inwardly. But she had always felt equally attracted to men and women...and she had always found Erika attractive. Okay, if she admitted the truth, she had always thought Erika was more beautiful than a goddess. The situation felt all the more surreal because she was furious at Erika for involving her in this twisted orgy, and yet... Erika was a beautiful young woman. A sexy young woman with a form and figure Giselle had long admired ever since her first day working at the bank. Like a mixture of pain and pleasure combining to bestow new heights of sensation and experience, these contradictory thoughts whirled in Giselle's brain and also somehow made the experience more bearable. She pumped her moistening pussy on Alec's rigid shaft, moaning as Erika's tongue flicked with a tormenting degree of skill and zeal against her joy button. 'Damn you, Erika. I hate you,' Giselle cried out inwardly. But her loins cried louder, and the muffled mewls she tried to stifle between her lips were those of wretched arousal. Her cunt was dripping on Alec's cock, coating it with her juices. She looked down at Erika's bobbing head. The submissive brunette was slurping loudly now, her tongue grazing Alec's cock as it rapidly plunged inside Giselle's love-slit. The tip of Erika's nose glistened with the mixture of juices, masculine and feminine, Alec's and Giselle's. There was something incredibly sexy about it all...and admittedly perverse. But that was the world, unvarnished reality. 'Oh god,' Giselle thought. She was on her way to coming. She moved her hips unsteadily, joining her sex to Alec's cock as she practically crooned. Erika's teeth grazed her clit, her tongue stabbing so hard into her slickening pussy that it was almost as if Erika was trying to fit the tip of her tongue deep inside Giselle to join the cock already embedded deeper still. "Are you close, slut?" Alec growled at Giselle. "Tell me and call me Master." Giselle bit her lip, her pussy sliding on his slimy shaft. "Yes Master. I'm close." "Ask for permission, bitch. Do it or I'll have you lick out Erika's ass." The thought of such a degrading act made Giselle immediately docile. "Please, may I come Master?" Alec reached around, cupping Giselle's firm young breasts and squeezing them like stress balls. "Yes, bitch. You may. Come on your Master's nasty cock...soon I'll have my nasty cum filling up your pussy until you're as much of a sticky mess as your slut friend." As Alec said those degrading words he reached down, his finger grazing the same clit that Erika now sucked as the climax came like a tsunami of pleasure - tearing through Giselle's slender body. Crushing her pussy in an explosion of stimulation that gave her an orgasm like no other. Giselle screamed and convulsed on her captor's prick, her juices spurting as she writhed and looked down to see Erika frantically lapping up her streaming fluids. 'That sick little bitch!' Giselle thought. She was still furious with the brunette bimbo for betraying her, but her primal womanhood deep down was exultant in the throes of pleasure. Giselle's spasms continued for those fleeting moments in paradise before she reluctantly had to come back down to earth. Her flailing nakedness relaxed in Alec's arms as he slowly lifted her off of his still straining cock. "Lick her pussy juices. I want to see every moment of this," Alec ordered. He leaned forward, his head perched over Giselle's shoulder as Erika obediently plunged her tongue between the folds of her co-worker's pussy. Seeing that beautiful, delicately boned face feasting between the V of Giselle's tanned thighs gave Alec the fiercest case of blue balls ever. He could practically feel the imperative for release, his seed bubbling in his loins and roaring to be spilled. "Ahhh...you horny little sluts. Look at you. You like it, Giselle. I feel it, the way your body relaxes with Erika's tongue exploring you. Mmm...god, it's so damn hot. You two make me crazy," Alec confessed. He merely sat there and watched. Watched as Erika lovingly slurped up every last drop of cunt-nectar from her friend's sated sex. Her nose and the corners of her mouth were glistening with the remnants of feminine cum and a few smudges of Alec's pre-cum as she sat back on her haunches, looking expectantly at Alec for her next orders. "What would Master have us do next?" Erika purred. "Suck my cock, slave. Taste your friend's juices on my shaft and ready my cock to re-enter your friend's tight little snatch." Erika bent low, breathing huskily on the tip of Alec's cock. "Yes, Master. I'll suck it like the rare treat it is," she continued boldly, her lips forming a tight 'O' over the shaft as she plunged her mouth down precipitously, the cock bulging on the inside of her cheek before she took yet more of it in. Alec almost couldn't believe the girl's cock-sucking skills. He groaned, half-delirious as the girl throat-fucked herself so thoroughly that her lips easily brushed Alec's wrinkled scrotum. When she came up for a lungful of air long strings of pre-cum announced the success of her exertions. Alec's cock was a miniature of the Washington Monument, long and hard and ready to plunge inside the nearest feminine wetness. Alec rubbed the head of his cock up and down the entrance to Giselle's pussy. She still sat on his lap, her pussy open for his cock as she begged for him to put it back inside her. Alec thought he caught a veiled look of communication exchanged between his two naked captives, but he let it pass. He plunged his cock back inside Giselle's sex, pumping her full as his hands grasped her shoulders. The Heist Ch. 02 Each time now that Giselle reached the height of her lunges, with only the tip of Alec's cock nestled between her labia, Alec pushed down hard on her shoulders, stuffing her brutally with his cock. Soon her moans evolved into a new breed of intensity, and her nipples were as stiff as if she was withstanding the winds of a winter gale. "You feel my cock deeper than ever before, cunt? Hmm?" "I do, Master!" Giselle panted. Her bound hands clenched and shoved off of Alec's muscles as she bounded upward - only to be brought back down with a hard, teeth-rattling penetration that made the length of her pussy practically swoon with pleasure. Soon she was crooning at the top of her lungs. Erika meanwhile merely knelt beside the two of them, her fingers rubbing fervently against her fellow captive's sex. 'Let me give you more pleasure, Giselle. Forgive me for what I've done,' Erika begged secretly, as if her thoughts could leap telepathically and perform a miracle. Yet Erika did notice a semblance of change in Giselle's eyes...a sadness mixed with resignation and a flicker of...desire? Excitement? Erika wasn't sure. At this point it was hard to tell which of Giselle's acts were for Alec's benefit and which were genuine, but the arousal seemed real enough. The vivid lust behind Giselle's expression was unmistakable as she seated herself once again on Alec's rigid length, her appalling mantra now impossible to ignore. "Impale me...impale my pussy...oohhh god...yes...YES!" Giselle wailed. Then a second earth-shattering orgasm overtook her, even as Alec grunted in earnest and put a hand around Giselle's neck. He clenched it around her throat, though not hard enough to choke or cause any real discomfort. It was as if he needed her slender neck for an anchor in the moment of his release. His copious spasms signaled this tremendous surge of jism. A river of seed swam up the beautifully tanned girl situated on his lap, and soon Giselle felt her insides heated with his scalding cum. "OOohhhh FUCK!" Giselle growled, overcome still by her orgasm and with her primal femininity still glad as ever to be stuffed by cock. Then, bit by bit and inevitably, reality interceded. Giselle came down from her climax, all too aware that she had not taken her pill recently. That she might soon be pregnant from the seed of her depraved captor, this man who insisted on being called 'Master.' She slumped in his arms as he slipped two fingers into her sticky snatch. Pulling them out, both glistening in his own cum, Alec offered them to Erika. "Lick," he commanded. Erika gently slurped on his fingers until they glistened cleanly with her saliva. She disliked him intensely but she could feel only relief that they were his and not Reese's chattel to be fucked and abused. That was because just across the room Reese's attentions on Celeste had become even more depraved. The man had attached clips to each of the pale girl's nipples. Her moans of pain were joined by the constant smack of the riding crop against her buttocks, pubic muff, clitoris, and inner thighs. There was a pool of fluid on the stool seat at the base of the elongated crimson dildo. Erika and Giselle belatedly realized that it was Celeste's cunt cream. The girl had achieved orgasm riding the ruthless red dildo, it seemed, and now Reeese was none too pleased. "Did I say you could come yet, bitch? Did I give you sanction to spurt your nasty juices on my stool? NO!" he thundered. He smacked the riding crop harder on Celeste's cunt as she whimpered pitifully, then switched to swatting her ass again. "You'll regret disobeying me, you stupid cunt." Saying this, the muscle-ripped Latino thrust three fingers up into Celeste's snatch and used his free hand to swat her ass. She was now humping the girth of the dildo plus three of Reese's fingers, and the other women could easily guess that the thickness of it all was making Celeste's pussy ache. "Please Sir! My nipples feel as if they're on fire!" Celeste pleaded. Reese looked dispassionately at the clips squeezing the blood-flow from her abused nipples and then yanked both of them off roughly. Celeste screamed as the blood rushed back into her pink buds, but she had little time to appreciate the respite. Reese abruptly took out a tiny butt-plug vibrator from his opened pack on the floor, coated it in melon-scented oil and reached around behind the sexy girl. Celeste stiffened. "Please! Wait! What are you doing?" she groaned, all too aware of the triangular rubberized point suddenly invading her anus. She groaned louder as he thrust it past her overwhelmed sphincter muscles, forcing it in tight. He proceeded to flick the vibrator on. Soon the buzzing sound of its attentions provided a sick new undercurrent as Celeste moaned with her pussy impaled on the red dildo and three of Reese's fingers simultaneously. "Wishing you'd been more mindful now, eh slut?" Reese captured her mouth with his lips and tongue, stifling her moan as the butt plug whirred away in her ass. Meanwhile his free hand returned to his long, thick manhood, pumping it in a blur of motion. As he drew away from the kiss, Celeste looked down. Reese had finally removed his three fingers from her sore channel, and now he used both hands to stroke his vein-bulging cock. "Here you go, bitch. Time to paint that pussy in something nice, hot and sticky," he growled. Now with a grunt of what sounded almost like pain, he erupted onto her pubic muff, the cum streaming in rivulets down to her clit and along her labia. Soon the streaming jism was even coating the red dildo which Celeste continued to hump feverishly. She could barely balance on the stool now with her shoulders so stiff as her wrists stayed immobile behind her back. She tipped forward, gasping and begging for relief as Reese took a length of duct taped and secured the buzzing vibrator more permanently inside Celeste's young ass. "You stay on that dildo with both your holes stuffed. Perhaps you can think about the meaning of obedience with a little discomfort to remind you of your transgressions." He tied a rope around the lithe girl's neck and attached it to the ceiling, forcing her to stay seated upright on the stool. The girl's poor legs were trembling, her leg muscles overwhelmed by exhaustion. She merely collapsed on the stool, fully engulfing the dildo with no other remedy...both pussy and anus uncomfortably filled. "This," Reese growled, "is what happens to cunts who don't do exactly as their told." He looked at Alec, and Alec met his stare with an even stare of his own. Erika and Giselle suddenly wondered if they were witnessing a battle of wills. The silence in the basement seemed latent with a tension that thickened the very air. Reese gestured at Giselle. "I have an idea for what to do with that one next! I want to take her to the van and enjoy a little game with her and the boy-toy." Alec realized that Reese was talking about the male bank teller they'd kidnapped. Of all the captives he alone had been left in the garage, chained inside the van. Giselle tensed and looked apprehensively to Alec. Erika tried to snag Alec's attention with her silent pleading. Would he let Reese have her? Had Erika's attempt to keep Giselle from Reese's brutal clutches been a total waste? Alec stood up and folded his arms. "The way I see things, Reese, we make a good team. But part of being a good team is dividing the spoils, and in our case splitting things fifty-fifty as always been fair enough for me. We did it with the money from the heist, and we'll do it with the women. These two," Alec continued, making it clear when he motioned at Giselle and Erika," are MINE. You can have the other two and the guy in the van. Take it or leave it." There was a harsh silence. Alec had thrown down the ultimatum and apparently grown tired of Reese's sense of entitlement. Now there was no mistaking that. Erika watched the conflict play out on Reese's face too, anger bubbling up just beneath the skin. They were about to find out what these men were capable of, and whether they would go at each other's throats. 'Maybe, just maybe, we'll get out of this alive.' That was Erika's final thought before all hell broke loose. **************** Story to be continued...! Thanks to everyone who stuck around for Chapter 2. I used a lot of the helpful emails and comments from Chapter 1 and continued the dynamic of Alec vs. Reese which will play out to a satisfying finish in the third and final chapter (coming soon!) I hope you enjoyed the story. I'll be looking for more suggestions...so if you have an idea, leave a comment and I promise to seriously consider it, just like with the first chapter of The Heist. Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better! The Heist Ch. 03 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. It was all she could do to retain a semblance of sanity or self-respect, twisted as that seemed. "UhhhMmmm. Yes. Fuck me, Ethan. Your cock feels so good buried in my pussy," she panted. She didn't know how Reese would react to her sex-talk, but she hoped it would distract him. A distracted captor might just be a less brutal one. She hoped, anyway. "What the fuck? You horny slut. You aren't supposed to be enjoying this," Reese growled. But he let her be, too eager to position his own cock at the entrance to Giselle's snatch as he laid aside the riding crop and the gun. Giselle's bound hands braced against the van's floor as she spread her legs, making herself completely prone to him. His heavy cock dangled, hardening as it swung like an ominous pendulum behind her pussy. His hands were now free to spread apart Giselle's ass cheeks, revealing more of her pink opening as he thrust his cock between her pussy lips, implanting himself deeply in her wet folds. Giselle's sudden hitch of breath signaled the completion of Reese's invasion, his cock embedded thoroughly inside her. "Aahhhh...fuck...this is a tight pussy. This pussy was made to get raped," he grunted, thrusting his shaft in and out with a deep, even rhythm. Giselle's groans joined the more enthusiastic coos of Erika as the young brunette continued to impale her cunt on Ethan's manhood. The two couplings continued for what seemed, at least to the two helpless girls, an eon of shame. Erika's slowly gathering arousal was a counterpoint to Reese and Giselle's more brutal coupling. Yet the dynamic didn't last...eventually merging. At last the sound of wet suction was starting to mingle together from both sides of the van. Slowly but surely, gradually and then with gathering momentum, Giselle's pussy was betraying her, giving way as Reese reached over to rub her clit even as her pussy swelled with the length of his shaft. "Uhhh...you feel me stretch you, bitch? Ahhh...it's about time you had a real cock. Tell me, bitch. Do you have a boyfriend back home?" Giselle moaned, her pussy quivering as Reese's fingers assaulted her clit and rubbed all around her labia. His shaft plunged in again and again, mercilessly grazing the inner walls of her cunt in ways that awoke her primal, feminine sexuality. Giselle's moans intensified, and she tried to stifle a lust-filled coo as Reese's expert fingers escalated their attentions from insistent to fierce. "Tell me, bitch! Do you have a BOYFRIEND? Answer me and call me Master!" "Y-yes Master! I have a boyfriend," Giselle cried, her body moving feverishly in tandem to Reese's movements. The two were fucking in perfect sync, her hips flying back to meet his hard thrusts where only minutes before she had merely knelt and taken his pounding. "Now this is special," Reese growled. "I wish he could be here now to see you like a slut in heat. Damn, little bitch. You're going to milk my balls dry. Would you like me to plant my seed in you? Give you a brat to birth, something to remind you of me if I let you live?" Giselle shuddered, knowing that to give the wrong answer might bring a fresh wave of abuse. "Y-yes M-master. Fuck me hard and spill your seed in my womb. I...I want to have your baby." "Lying, worthless little cunt! We both know that's not true," he growled, pulling back only to plunge his hips forward, penetrating her aching sex. His hand gripped her by the hair, shoving her head forward as he fucked her savagely. Meanwhile his other free hand smacked loudly against her ass cheeks, making slapping sounds in time to his pulverizing fucks. Erika watched her co-worker's ultimate degradation, saw Giselle's trembling nakedness as it was filled over and over again by a savage cock. Now her shame reached its apex, for the young brunette realized that watching Giselle's brutal fucking was actually fueling her own arousal. 'Oh god...what's wrong with me? If even the smallest part of me is responding to this twisted bastard's dark side, then I don't deserve to live,' she thought. Instead Erika looked back as her pussy engulfed Ethan's cock once more, making it spear deeply toward her cervix, and the moment overtook her. Like a thief in the night, the orgasm crept up and ambushed her, causing her to throw her head back and croon. "Ooohhhh!! MMM!!" She bit her lip, her nipples pointed like spikes as her breasts ached with a trace of the same arousal that now engulfed her loins. Her pussy gushed feverishly as she clenched around Ethan's cock. Soon Ethan's tormented, scrunched-up face and the sudden jerk of his hips revealed a similar fate. His own orgasm was mastering him now, his seed rushing to fill Erika's pussy even as she coated his cock with her juices. After several long moments during which Erika could feel every spurt of cum deposited inside her, she leaned forward panting on her hands and knees. The slender girl could feel the still-warm cum oozing out of her pussy and dripping to the van's floor. Meanwhile Reese was climbing to his own precipice. He growled, not waiting for Giselle to reach her own climax, and instead roughly gripped her by the shoulders as he pushed forward, burying his cock until his balls smacked against her ass. He held himself still, a guttural cry escaping his lips as he ejaculated. Erika imagined the sadistic man's scalding cum washing through Giselle's channel, tainting the most intimate parts of her body. "AAHHHhhh...Damn. Your pussy is perfect, bitch. Absolutely perfect." With a deep, heaving sigh Reese withdrew. A slimy string of excess cum dangled from Giselle's ruined snatch to the tip of Reese's manhood for just a moment. Then Reese flipped her onto her back and looked down at the glistening disaster he had made between her thighs. "Fuck. That's exquisite, bitch. Look at you. You're a cum-soaked MESS. So fucking sexy," he growled. With reluctance he got up, went over to the gun. He picked up the weapon and then turned to the girls. "Well, it's been fun, and I must admit you're a cute, sexy pair of cunts. But now is where I go on my own merry way. Time to find my happily-ever-after with $7.6 million to fund my pre-existing nest egg and retirement plan." Giselle and Erika shared a terrified glance of understanding. "What about us?" They spoke practically in unison. Both girls knelt completely naked, their pussies leaking cum, with pleading faces before their captor. Surely he wouldn't kill them, would he? That was the only thought hammering through each girl's head. What would he do with them now? "Steamy as you sex kittens are, I'm afraid you're both liabilities." Reese pointed the gun at Giselle and pulled the trigger. It fired only blanks, but of course the two helpless girl captives knew nothing about that, and Reese's action had the effect he hoped for. Both girls fainted, unharmed. The cruel Latino thief laughed with delight. Teasing and playing with these sluts was simply too enjoyable. He decided then and there exactly what he would do with them and the others. 'I've grown soft,' he thought, bemused at the prospect. What he was about to do went against his very nature. ***** Two and a Half Months Later... Reese Martinez lay on a secluded beach, sipping a tropical mishmash of high quality alcohol and fruit flavors - all of which blossomed pleasingly on the tongue. He flipped his tablet to the news article in question, reading the headline there. ONE SUSPECT CAUGHT AFTER VIOLENT BANK HEIST. SECOND SUSPECT AT LARGE. FOUR GIRLS STILL MISSING. The well-endowed Latino glanced up from his tablet screen long enough to focus his gaze on a pair of bouncing breasts. Erika was sitting on his lap, riding his vein-throbbing shaft desperately, squeezing her pussy tightly around his cock each time she bottomed out on his impressive length and girth. "How are you liking the ride, bitch?" "This slut loves riding her Master's cock," Erika sighed. Reese grinned and nodded at two of his hired bodyguards before looking over Erika's shoulder at the smoldering sun dipping below the turquoise waves along the horizon. "I'm glad I decided to keep you sluts. It's nice to be starting a family in retirement, don't you think Giselle?" Reese turned to see the graceful Latina sitting beside his beach chair. Giselle sat on a blanket draped over the sand, her belly swelling with child as she read, of all things, a romance novel. Reese allowed her certain privileges; she was after all, carrying his child. The pregnant slave girl jerked her head in an unwilling 'yes.' A sound tickled Reese's ears, yanking him from his thoughts. In the distance Reese could see the pale-skinned Celeste moaning and grunting as his bodyguard Felix fucked her roughly from behind. Meanwhile the raven-haired Nikki lay on a blanket, squealing like a slut as Jose pounded her pussy, his teeth nipping at her full, round breasts. Reese let his bodyguards have their fun with his two lesser slave-girls and just enjoyed the company of his two favorites. Yes, all had turned out not only for the best - but better than he had ever dared to hope. This island sanctuary and the exquisite pussies which he now owned, it had all surpassed his most grandiose dreams. "People say that you can't put a price on happiness, but you most definitely can." Reese reached up to cup Erika's breasts, flicking his fingers across the tips of her cones to tease her nipples. The Heist Ch. 03 "Keep fucking me, bitch. I'll get you pregnant too soon enough. Hmm, where was I? Ah, yes. Do you want to know the price of happiness, slut?" Erika panted, wiggling her pussy on top of his cock, giving him sensations that made his loins want to burst. "N-no Master. What is the price of happiness?" But Reese merely grinned. 'It's a bargain, 7.6 million dollars to be exact,' he chuckled to himself. He knew one thing for certain: he would never let these sexy girls go, not until they had a slew of babies for him, and probably not even then. Despite his brutality, despite all his savagery, Reese knew there was a tiny sliver inside him, a more tender self that regarded each of the women as objects to be cherished in his own primal way. These bitches were his to fondle, to torment, to pleasure. To fuck hard. And to own. Forever. ********** Thanks to everyone who stuck around for the third and final Chapter. I used some of the helpful emails and comments from Chapter 1 and 2 and threw in a surprise for readers who were expecting Alec to be the winner (wink wink). I hope you enjoyed the story. If you have an idea for a sequel, leave a comment and I promise to seriously consider it, just like with the first and second chapters of The Heist. Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!