Obviously.

"Mikey! It's me!" Jaz cries as the door slams shut behind them. She and Mary hold tightly to the struggling blonde as they descend the couple of steps into the store. Mikey emerges slowly from the back room, his shotgun held up, then lowers it as he stares at them.

"I'll be damned," he says, sounding both enthralled and a little afraid. "You girls actually did it..."

"For Grant, we'd do a lot more," Mary informs him curtly.

"Damn fast work."

"We got lucky," Jaz says.

"Do you have the guns ready?" Mary demands, one hand still firmly closed on their prisoner's arm.

Mikey chuckles and pulls a large, heavy case out from under the counter. "Yeah, I got 'em." He unlatches the case, opens it, and spins it around. The interior is lined with foam, and neatly arrayed in it are six handguns. Mary leaves Jaz with the girl, who's still struggling slightly, and crosses to the case. She lifts one of the guns out and looks it over carefully, checking the grip to ensure it's not loaded. Mikey watches her closely. "Looks like you know what you're doing."

"My dad made sure I know the basics," Mary says dryly. "All right. And the rifles?" Mikey nods and reaches under the counter again. As Mary closes the case and sets it to one side, he carefully takes out nearly ten different long-barreled guns, laying them on the counter for her. Mary browses. She doesn't really know what she's looking for, but after a moment she picks two that seem to be in good condition. "These two. Deal?"

"Almost..." Mikey's gaze has drifted from her back to Jaz, who's now using both hands to restrain the woman they kidnapped. "Lemme see what you brought me, huh? Make sure there's nothing funny going on."

It takes Mary a second, then she nods. "Scissors?" Mikey nods, disappears into the back for a second, then returns with a large pair of shears. He hands them to Mary and she crosses back to the woman. "Stop struggling. Stop." The blonde stills, quivering, as Mary holds the scissors up. Then she bunches the fabric of the other woman's tank top and, with a few quick snips, slices through the front. The woman moans as Mary turns the shears to the central gore of her black, frilly bra and efficiently slices it in two. She makes quick work of the bra straps and Jaz pulls the whole ruined assemblage off of the prisoner.

"Goddam," Mikey mutters. He's come out from around the counter, and there's a noticeable bulge in his gym shorts. "You really did find me a hot little slut." The girl, wide-eyed, moans something that sounds like a plea through her gag as he reaches up and squeezes one of her round, evenly tanned breasts. Mary pulls the waistband of her shorts to one side and quickly snips through them, too, pulling them away to reveal a lacy red thong. She reaches for the thong, but Mikey stays her hand. "Nah, you can leave that. Leave her hands tied, too. I'm satisfied - you got a deal."

"Good." Mary places the scissors on the counter and turns to Mikey, arms folded. "Now claim her. I didn't bring her to you to be tortured - I brought her to fulfill her purpose."

Mikey hesitates. "I really just gotta...say it?"

Jaz nods. "While touching her."

"All right...here goes nothin'..." Mikey takes a deep breath as he reaches up, cupping the woman's full breasts in his large hands. "I'm claiming you."

The woman stiffens as he says the words, her struggles to get away from him ceasing. Her eyes close as she shivers. Then, as Mikey delightedly squeezes and kneads her flesh, she lets out a muffled moan. Her eyes flutter open, gazing at the older man adoringly as she leans into his touch. Mikey lets out a breathless laugh as he runs his hands over her rapidly hardening nipples and Jaz undoes the gag, finally taking her shirt back.

The girl works her jaw as she gasps for breath, trying at the same time to recover from her ordeal, adjust to her claiming, and process the mauling Mikey's giving her tits. "O-ooooh! Th-Thank you for liking me, sir...thank you for claiming me...m-my name is - OOOOOH!" She lets out a whimpering cry, cutting herself off, as Mikey pinches her nipples hard, tugging on them sharply as he grins.

"I'm gonna be honest with you, bitch, I don't really care. You're Cocksucker now. Get on your knees for me, Cocksucker." Mary and Jaz step out of the way and begin gathering the guns and the ammunition they agreed to as the wealthy girl sinks to her knees on the grimy shop floor, eyes wide.

"Ooooh...y-yes, sir. Yes daddy. Please let me suck your big, black cock...?"

Mikey, pulling his shorts down, frowns and wags a finger at her. "Nuh-uh. Don't do that. Don't you fetishize me 'cause of my race." Cocksucker blushes, looking down at the ground.

"S-Sorry, daddy."

"Ain't your daddy either, but that one I don't mind if it helps you to call me that." Mikey frees his erection, his average but girthy cock springing free to capture the bound, kneeling girl's attention. "Go on, get sucking."

Mary finishes double-checking the handguns and closes the case as wet slurping sounds fill the small store. Jaz uncertainly passes her one of the rifles she chose and Mary gives it a quick once-over, then nods and begins to quickly and efficiently load its magazine. "You ever fire a gun before?" she asks the other woman.

"Nah," Jaz says. She's watching Mikey fuck the girl's mouth, one brow raised. "He's really going to town on her."

Mary glances over. It's true - Mikey's groaning as he clutches the girl's head, thrusting energetically in and out of her compliant mouth. The claimed woman chokes and gags on his member, spittle occasionally flying from her mouth, and drool is starting to run down her chin to glisten on her round, perky breasts. Her pink nipples have hardened to bullet points in her evenly tanned skin, and even as Mikey pushes into her throat she thrusts forward, pushing her chest toward him and pulling her bound hands and thong-clad ass back to arch her spine for him. Mary smiles. Well, this is certainly a better use of her time than whining to daddy all day. She looks happy, now.

"Pay attention for a sec," she says, turning back to Jaz, and the other woman (somewhat reluctantly) tears her gaze away. "I'm gonna load the two rifles in case we need them on the way back, you'll carry this one. See this? This is the safety. Black means safe, red means danger. Keep it black unless you think you're about to shoot. Don't ever point it at something unless you're ready to destroy it and whatever is behind it, too. Understand?" Jaz nods uncertainly, taking the gun from her gingerly. Mary smiles. "Don't worry - you got this. And we probably won't need them, anyway." She sets about filling the mag for the other rifle, and in just a minute she has it loaded and the strap slung over her shoulder. She grabs the case and she and Jaz head for the door. "All right, we're out. Pleasure doing business with you, Mikey."

"Ugh! Sure thing. Come back any time...especially if you got more girls like this to trade me," Mikey gasps. He pulls his cock free of the girl's mouth, leaving her gasping and heaving, as Jaz and Mary pass him. "Come on, Cocksucker. Been a few years since I got any so I ain't gonna stop with that mouth." Dragging the bound girl by the hair, he pulls her to her feet and pushes her toward the counter. She stumbles forward under his hand and lands on the counter, pressing her chest into and arching her back as best she can for him. As Jaz heads out the door behind Mary, she glances back to see Mikey pulling the rich girl's thong to one side. Then she and Mary are out the door and onto the street.

Mikey massages the girl's ass as he admires her holes, running one hand down over her labia. "Look at this pussy, you're soaked! You like a big older man fucking your throat, slut?" Cocksucker, still panting, nods frantically. Mikey laughs. "Yeah, your pussy says you do, too. Sad to say, that's not what I'm raring for right now...but we'll get there. You get ready to relax now." He hocks some spit down onto her asshole, and presses forward.

Cocksucker groans and writhes as he pins her to the counter. She lets out a shriek as he begins to fuck her ass, but it gives way to whimpering moans of pleasure as he moves. Though tears stream down her cheeks, her face breaks into a watery, grateful smile. "Oooooh! Th-Thank you for fucking me, daddy...!"