The newspapers never spoke of what happened to the captives, a string of brazen bank robberies, the bank president and his lovely wife held captive overnight, the thieves forcing him to open the bank early in the morning so they could clean out the safe. It’s 1922 and the accounts too graphic for even the most jaded newspaper.
Now for the first time, the salacious accounts are recounted in graphic detail. Told in humiliating details, the lovely wife forced to perform the most degrading acts for her captors while the husband sits tied to a chair, half-naked, failing to hide his erection as his wife is raped in every imaginable way. The two robbers, joined by an unwilling female accomplice go on a rampage that begins with robbery but is fueled by the increasing excitement of rape and sexual torture. The wives are bound, whipped and raped. A sister-in- law, in the wrong place at the wrong time, is forced to perform the most debasing acts on her brother- in- law while the robbers take their pleasure in all the places that the women have to offer. No act was off limit to these depraved robbers. The night is long for these unfortunate women, the men taking them repeatedly, their sexual desires fueled by the perversity of their actions.
“Gangster Moll ” will go down in history as the most graphic novel of the time, highlighting the history of this country when it reached its lowest level, gangsters and prohibition are the most remarkable achievement during these years.
Mickey never knew his father, not even his name. As early as he could remember, he had many uncles that visited his mother. He was only nine when he figured out that the uncles weren’t even related to him, they were just his mother’s men friends, staying for a week or even a month, but never longer. The list became endless; his mother had poor taste in men. At the young age of fourteen, he was on his own. The police took his mother away while he was playing hooky from school, sent to the prison farm for a year for the crime of prostitution, pimping, petty larceny and lewd behavior. The town folk wanted her out of the town one way or another and they didn’t care about her bastard son.
Mickey was already a gifted pickpocket by then, so he packed up what little clothes he had and headed out, picking pockets to support himself. He did well for himself, but he always wanted more. He saw the rich men in Chicago with the dames on their arms. That was what he wanted, but he needed more money than pick pocketing could provide.
At the tender age of eighteen, Mickey Chase started a gang to rob banks. It was 1920 and prohibition had just begun. He teamed up with Charlie Mayes, four years older than Mickey, but Mickey was the boss. He had the brains, Charlie, the brawn. They were in a small speakeasy in Chicago, having a drink.
“Tulsa is easy pickings. Oil has made them rich, and the banks are filled with oil money.” Mickey had been planning this for almost a year. They weren’t going to bust into the bank with guns blazing. They were going to be more subtle. The bank president was going to march them in and help them empty the safe. Since he wouldn’t be too obliging to do this, they would hold his wife hostage. They would hold them both hostages overnight, and then waltz into the bank just before opening and empty the safe.
“You sure this is going to work?” Charlie would much rather use his Tommy gun to scare them into giving him the money, but Mickey said that was too dangerous and deadly.
“Yeah. And we can entertain ourselves with the president’s wife while we are waiting for morning. I’m sure she would be accommodating. Nothing would make her husband more willing to do what we say than to see his wife fucking and sucking all night. He would be willing to do anything to stop it.” That would be one of the fringe benefits.
“Now, that I would love. Haven’t had a whore in a while.” Charlie loved a piece of ass, and an unwilling one made it that much better. She couldn’t refuse him anything he wanted to do or make her do. He never bound a girl with ropes before, imaging all the things he could do to her.
“We’re going to need a car. A good one. It’s about 600 miles, and mine won’t make that long trip.” Mickey drove a broken-down pickup truck. They needed something with style.
“I know this high-class speakeasy on the other side of town. Friday night it’s packed with the rich and privileged. I am sure we can find suitable transportation and be out of town by the time they come out in the early morning.” Charlie could hotwire any car, one of his many talents.
“Toast to our new fortunes,” Mickey holding his shot of scotch up to Charlie, both of them clicking glasses to their new career.
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“I can’t wait any longer,” Charlie eager to test out the ring gag.
“You can have her mouth first; I can find something else I would like to take first.” Mickey was interested in busting her virgin ass hole, sure that her husband never sodomized her, not the way she was protesting just his finger between her cheeks. He loved the feel of an ass virgin, the panic and surprise the first time the head of his cock penetrated their rectum. He would savor the moment before he would begin to stroke her ass hole with his cock, penetrating deep into her guts.
It didn’t take Charlie long to get naked, stroking his cock as it jutted out in front of him. He saw the drool running down her chin, the gaping hole of her mouth waiting for his cock. It had been a long time since he had his cock sucked and he never had it sucked involuntarily, making it more exciting. His cock was good sized, two inches thick and over eight inches long, more than enough to shove in her mouth and down her throat, Vivian unable to stop him from doing anything he wanted. He took the leather strap, placing it around her neck, tightening it until he heard her gasp, pinning her to the chair. He straddled her upper body, his legs on each side of the chair.
She could sense someone in front of her, but she was too busy trying to breathe, something slipped around her neck, Vivian afraid she was going to choke to death. It dug into her neck, reminding her each time she swallowed, the tightness constricting. It tickled her nose, shocking her, a smell following, unwashed. She felt more, wishing she could scratch her nose as something rubbed against it. No, it couldn’t be. It finally dawned on Vivian the minute she felt something enter her mouth. It was hairy, but soft, filling the inside of her mouth as fingers stuffed it inside. It couldn’t be his prick, too soft, too hairy, gagging on the hairs that flooded her tongue. It has to be his testicles, but why would he want to do such a thing to me? “NO, NO,” she cried out silently as she realized why her mouth was forced open. They were going to stick their pricks in her mouth and there was nothing she could do to stop them. One was already feeding her his swollen ball sack, choking her, gagging on the errant hairs that flooded her mouth. She felt hands on the side of her head, his body pressed up against her until she felt his crinkly hairs rubbing on her face in spite of the mask that protected her. Her cheeks swelled as his heavy twin balls filled her mouth until she couldn’t breathe through her mouth, forced to suck in air through her nose, the foul smell of his unwashed sex filling her nose.
Charlie loved it, her cheeks ballooning like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter. His cock bobbed against her nose, holding it out of the way so he could feed both of his balls into her mouth. Her tongue moved to try to escape, but his cock tingled with excitement as it slashed across his ball sack in defense. Reluctantly he pulled his balls out of her mouth, but he stroked the head of his cock around her lips, painting them with the glistening precum that leaked from the head until they shined from the lights of the room.
It felt strange—hard, yet rubbery, sure that it was his prick that was rubbing around her lips. At least he took his balls from her mouth, hairs still inside making her choke. She knew it would only get worse, the hot flesh of his prick slowly pushing in the ring gag. She pushed her tongue out of the way as the prick slid into her mouth, feeling it jump when her tongue accidentally touched it before her tongue escaped. It was big, too big, but it pushed farther into her mouth, her tongue trapped beneath the hot flesh of his organ as it filled her mouth.
“God, is she good.” Charlie couldn’t believe the pleasure. Just her hot breath excited his cock, her open mouth so inviting, her wet tongue feeling rough as the head of his cock slid into her open mouth. He began to feed his cock into her mouth, the slightest movement of her tongue making it jerk in unexpected pleasure. He got the head inside her mouth, waiting as her tongue sat motionless beneath it. He won the battle of the wits when her tongue tried to move, rasping along the head as it pushed to the side of her mouth. He angled his cock into her mouth, following her tongue until it rubbed against the head of his cock again.
It was in her mouth, Vivian unable to believe that he had done such a thing. It was so hot, the flesh sitting on her tongue. She tried to move her tongue away from it, but he followed her every movement, his prick jumping each time her tongue touched it with even the slightest provocation. She had something new to contend with. Each time his prick jerked, she could taste a salty flavor in her mouth. She knew it was his cum leaking out, Vivian trying hard not to touch his prick to no avail.
“Let’s see how much you can take, Vivian.” Charlie was growing excited, his cock sliding in and out of her hot mouth, running over her tongue. He pushed the head in, not stopping, half of his cock in her mouth. His hand curled around the shaft, pumping it until he felt the tremors of excitement in his balls. He didn’t hold back, a squirt of cum jetting from his cock in premature pleasure, her wide-open mouth allowing him to see it fall on her tongue. “There’s more where that came from, much more.”
It filled her mouth, going in deeper, Vivian afraid, her gaping mouth a hole for him to put his prick. She felt his hand bang against her chin; sure that he was masturbating his prick in her mouth. She felt the hot fluid splat onto her tongue, the thick paste sitting as she struggled not to move her tongue. Unable to last any longer, she felt the thick cum permeate her mouth with the salty taste, grimacing. Will he cum in my mouth, flooding me with his cum? Of course, he would, that is why he put a ring gag in my mouth.
Charlie began to fuck her mouth, his hand going down to the front of her blouse, pushing it aside until he slid his hand in the torn chemise to grip a bare breast. He yanked it out of her chemise, staring down at the bare, white flesh, the thick, brown nipples surrounded by a dark areola. He pinched her nipple, yanking it until it stretched. She mumbled something incoherently, stuffing his cock deeper into her mouth until the thick head banged against the back of her mouth. “Get it nice and wet, Vivian. It will slide easier down your throat.” Charlie was beyond reason, pinching her nipple unmercifully as his hips drove his cock in and out of her mouth, banging against the opening of her throat. A muffled gag came from her gagged mouth as the head of his cock fought entrance, the next thrust not allowing her muscles to force his cockhead out, a powerful shove his cock sent the head into the tight constraints of her virgin throat. She gagged and choked, but Charlie only felt the pleasure as her throat muscles rippled up and down the head of his cock, bringing him such unexpected pleasure. He had never felt anything like it before. Not to be denied his full pleasure, he jerked his cock up and down her throat, refusing to leave the tight hole, each time forcing more of his cock in her throat.
Vivian couldn’t believe what he was doing, her eyes flooded with tears, choking and gagging, her stomach turning over as she fought not to vomit. His prick was lodged tightly in her throat, unable to pull away, dryly scraping up and down her throat until more and more of his prick filled her throat. It felt like a giant snake trying to drive into her belly, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him. She only hoped that he would climax soon, at least it would end her misery.
James tried to hide his pleasure, but his cock jutting up from his lap gave away his excitement. Vivian was taking a cock down her throat, her muffled gags only adding to James’ pleasure. Charlie was fucking her face hard, never drawing his cock from her throat, each time making her take the full measure of his cock. James could almost feel her muscles rippling along his cock. Vivian didn’t know it, but as soon as these robbers got their money and left them, she would be tied up again, this time James using her mouth and throat for his pleasure.
Charlie didn’t try to hold it back, his balls aching to unload his cum in her mouth. He held her head submissively even though she couldn’t move, deserting her naked breast that hung provocatively out her chemise as he fucked her mouth and throat faster and faster as his climax built. “Gonna cum in your mouth, Vivian.” He waited for the muscles in her throat to massage his cock one last time, pulling it from her throat with a loud pop. He pumped his cock as the cum raced up from his balls to shoot out, flooding her tongue and mouth with jet after jet of his cum.
It was getting bigger in her mouth, Vivian recognizing that he would soon cum, unable to stop him. She gasped, sucking in precious air through her mouth, his prick finally pulled from her throat. He pumped his prick, Vivian knowing that he would soon cum, his prick sitting in her mouth as she dreaded the moment. It didn’t take long, choking as the first jet of hot, thick cum shot out his prick to the back of her mouth with such force that some slid down her gullet. The rest bathed her mouth in a blanket of thick crème, the salty taste permeating her mouth with his foul seed. She never expected to have James cum in her mouth, never mind a stranger, but jet after jet of cum shot from his prick and into her open mouth. His hand held her chin up in the air, Vivian unable to spit it out.
“Swallow my cum, you slut,” Charlie’s shrinking cock resting on her tongue. He could see the milky, white cum cover her tongue. He slapped the side of her face. “Swallow!” He could see her throat moving, his cum slowly running down into her stomach. He waited for a few minutes until he was sure that she swallowed all of it, pulling his slippery, wet tongue over her tongue and lips as he took it out.
She gagged as the thick crème slid down into her stomach, feeling it sit heavily inside her. She was relieved when he pulled his prick from her mouth, still unable to close her mouth, but at least his organ was gone.
