Horny Hostage

by Richard B. Long

  They stalked out of the bedroom, ignoring Linda, and followed Joy into the kitchen. Pete and Paul were still secured to the pillar; they began complaining as soon as Moon and Sky were in the living room.

  "Shut up your wop mouth!" Moon snarled at Pete.

  He walked over to the private detective and kicked him with his heel; the violent blow drove the breath from Pete's lungs and left him retching on the floor. Upon seeing that, Paul immediately closed his mouth and said nothing more.

  "Yeah, that's real smart," Moon told him. "You keep on yapping and I'll put on my shoes so I can really kick in some ribs. I'd as soon shoot your balls off as to look at you, so just keep it in mind, pal!"

  Joy scrambled some eggs, fried half a package of sausage and made a huge pot of coffee. Moon and Sky ate most of it, allowing her a small portion, and complimented her on her kitchen skills. Otherwise they said nothing.

  "Leave the dishes," Moon ordered her when they had finished. "No, I got a better ideaóSky, go unlock that guy that's naked. He's your old man, ain't he, girlie?"

  "He's my husband," Joy said. "Wh... what are you going to do with him?"

  "Relax, we ain't gonna waste him," Moon told her. "Not unless he starts acting up and playing the hero. Why? You still sold on him? The way you was humping your ass and eating dick in there it didn't seem like you was any too hot on him!"

  "He's not a bad sort," Joy said. "I'd hate to see him get killed."

  "He won't be if he does what we tell him," Moon said.

  When Sky brought Paul into the kitchen, Moon ordered him to clean up after the meal. Joy had to smile at that; as long as they had been married Paul had never lifted a finger to help with any of the housework. As soon as his salary at the bank had permitted, to be sure, he had hired a maid but he had never done any of the work himself.

  "And you," Moon, gesturing to Joy, "you get your hot little ass over her and sit down." He directed her to sit in his lap, with her back toward his face, and to bring him to another erection. It amused him, he said, to have his cock in her in full view of her husband while he was doing dishes. Paul flushed brightly at that but said nothing. Sky, standing in another corner of the kitchen, watched the proceedings with grim amusement. Joy sat as she was told and, reaching between her thighs, began fondling the lengthy prick she found below them. She rubbed the somnolent cock into the lips of her pussy, visibly pleased at the contact, and soon had him stiff as ever.

  "Now put it in," Moon told her. "Just raise up and sit down on it."

  She did so, sighing tenderly as the thick weapon pried open the mouth of her cunt and slid into the moist tunnel. Moon ordered her to begin fingering her clitoris but warned her not to move up and down.

  "Just sit there and do it to yourself with your finger," he said. "I wanna see how long it'll take you to come that way."

  "I was never very good at doing it to myself," Joy warned him. "It might not work."

  "That's right," Paul added with cold sarcasm. "She's only interested in fuckingóthe bigger and thicker the prick the better. She's like all the other whores around!"

  "Buddyboy, you lip off just once more and I'll grind you up and put you down that sink," Moon warned. "This chick's sitting on my prick and I like it. You just wash and dry, that's all." They maintained that situation until Paul had finished the dishes, cleaning them to Sky's satisfaction. Joy had spent considerable effort in massaging her clitoris but was no closer to a climax than she had been when she had first slipped his cock into her cunt. Moon slapped her rump loudly and told her to get up.

  "Okay, for fucking and sucking you're all right," he told her, "but doing it yourself? You ain't nowhere at all! "

  "What about the guy?" Sky asked. "Want me to lock him up?"

  Moon started to agree and then reversed himself. "Nah, bring him back into the bedroom. I got an idea," he said with a wicked grin that promised no good.

  Once they were back in the bedroom, where Linda remained securely tied, Moon revealed the amusement his warped mind had devised. He ordered Paul to kneel upon the bed at Linda's side.

  "Now you," he ordered, looking at Joy, "You get up here beside him and see if you can get some life in that prick of his. When you get him hardóthat's if he's got any life at all in him!óI want you to give him one of them combination blow-and-jerk jobs like you gave me. But I want you to make him pop his nuts onto that chick's bellyóreally hose her down with come!"

  Linda writhed helplessly at hearing this. To be turned into a receptacle for Paul's sperm, to be forced to lie there like a Christmas turkey while his own wife sucked and masturbated him to a climax, and to be able to do nothing about it! The thought sickened her. As soon as she saw Joy kneel beside him and take his limp, massive prick into her hands, however, a different feeling began creeping over her. The way in which the woman handled his prick, easing the loose skin off the big head and working it back over the ridge, affected her deeply and she felt her clitoris begin twitching nervously. In spite of the indignity to which she was being subjected, her hyperactive pussy responded to that exciting scene and she knew that she was being aroused again.

  "This might not work out just the way you wanted," Joy warned as she fondled her husband's cock. "He never liked to be sucked off, you know."

  "Jesus, what kind of freak is that guy?" Moon wanted to know. He's hung like a junior studhorse; don't he like using that thing?"

  "He likes it well enough," Joy admitted, "but he doesn't like for a woman to French him. He's funny that way."

  "I'll say!" Moon exclaimed. "Maybe we shoulda brought Tommy along, Sky!"

  "Yeah, maybe the guy's a faggot," Sky grinned. "How about that, lover boy? You like for the pansies to eat that dick of yours?"

  "Don't be asinine," Paul whispered, flushing a deeper shade of red. "Whatever my failings might be, they certainly don't include homosexuality!"

  "My, my, don't he talk pretty!" Sky exclaimed.

  "I guess it comes from working in a bank so long," Joy said.

  "A bank? What the hell, you mean we got us a real live banker here?" Moon asked, fixing an interested look on Paul.

  "He's vice-president at the Garden Falls State Bank," she said. "In charge of security, among other things. Also, it looks, in charge of breeding the secretarial staff. Or are you taking the Pill, dear?"

  Linda did not reply to that jibe. She was seething with rage at the way these men were humiliating Paul and she felt very strongly that Joy was cooperating with them far more than necessary.

  "Hey, Sky, let's go outside for a while," Moon said, obviously struck by an idea of some sort. "We got some things to talk about."

  "What about this freak?" Sky asked, gesturing to Paul. "And the chick here? It looks like she ain't gonna be able to get much life into that cock of his."

  It was true. Despite her best effortsóand she had been holding nothing back in her effort to arouse himóJoy had not succeeded in bringing Paul to an erection. His prick still hung down limply; it might have grown slightly but it was far too flaccid to be of any use.

  "I'll take him back and put the cuffs back on him," Moon growled. "The chick? Use some more of that rope and tie her up like the other one. I don't trust her; she might get some ideas of her own and split while we're gone."

  Sky motioned her onto the bed. Recognizing that there was nothing she could do to prevent them from carrying out their plan, Joy submitted and allowed herself to be trussed up. When the man finished knotting the strong cords around her limbs and the frame of the bed, she could barely move. He looked over his work, chuckled his approval, and went out of the room.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  "Doesn't look like this is going to be quite the weekend you'd planned, does it?" Joy asked.

  "Huh?" Linda replied, startled by the friendly, conciliatory tone in Joy's voice.

  Joy repeated the observation. A realist, she had decided that if she and Linda were to be forced into serving the warped desires of
Moon and Sky, they might as well try to find another common ground.

  "No, it's nothing at all like the plans I'd made, Linda admitted.

  "Don't worry about it," Joy advised. "There's nothing we can do one way or the other. Whatever they're going to do, we can't stop them. And it looks as though the more we protest, the more they're going to torment us. I think that's one reason why they enjoy doing things to you more than to me."

  "It's just awful!" Linda said, choking back a sob.

  "There's worse, I suppose. After all, that Moon is really hung. God, what a cock he's got on him! I don't think I ever had a guy that was fixed up like him for both length and thickness. He really fills a girl's cunt, all right."

  "At least he's a little better than that Sky," Linda replied. "Ugghh! He reminds me of a snake!"

  "Yes, he's no dreamboat," Joy admitted. "But even he's not a midget; not in the prick department. I'll have to say either one of them throws a better screw than Paul could ever manage. By the way, speaking of my husband, how many times have you made it with him?"

  "Just once," Linda said after a momentary hesitation. "We did it this afternoon just before you arrived."

  "Yes, Pete and I caught the tail end of that one," Joy said with a giggle. "If you don't mind my saying so, I rather got the impression that you weren't too pleased with his style. Am I right?"

  Linda again paused before answering. She still felt a thin, grudging loyalty to Paul but now, facing unknown threats and frightened thoroughly, she felt an even stronger urge to confide in this strange woman who seemed to shift from contemptuous rejection to warm friendship for her.

  "You're right," she finally agreed. "I thought he would be much more... well, vigorous, more active. Is he always that way? So gentle, so careful about doing it?"

  "As long as I've known him he's acted like he was afraid of wearing a girl's cunt out," Joy replied. "If I'd known more about either him or myself I might not have given in when he asked me to marry him. Jesus, I didn't know any better then and since I was already knocked up I decided to let him make an honest woman out of me.

  "I didn't know you had any children," Linda remarked in surprise.

  "We don't. I decided to have an abortion. But Paul still felt that he ought to get me in front of a preacher. Hell, I didn't know that I was going to love fucking so much! I hadn't been screwed but three or four times when I started working at the bank and I didn't know how I wanted it done. But after we were married awhile, I found out that I wanted a lot more than he was ever willing to give."

  "You worked at the bank?" Linda said, again startled by the woman's disclosures.

  "Sure, I was part of the secretarial pool," Joy said. "Just fresh out of high school and ready to tumble into bed with the first grownup that made eyes at me. Christ, I was so flattered when he started noticing me, I'd probably have sucked him off in the bank lobby if he'd asked me to. And I wasn't even turned onto eating dick then! "

  "I must admit that I was a little disappointed this afternoon," Linda murmured, remembering the way she had hoped for a long, plunging stroke that would send the whole of Paul's lusty prick slithering deep into her cunt.

  "You know, I thought a little about trying to give him a suck on the way down here. While we were driving, I mean. I guess that would have been the wrong thing to do."

  "He'd have fallen through the floor of the car!" Joy exclaimed. "I'm not kidding, honey, he really doesn't like for anyone to go down on him. He never even liked for me to play with his dick! I remember there were lots of times, right after we were married, that I'd just loved to have kissed his cock, made love to it, after he'd fucked me. I didn't try to but once, though. After that, I made damned sure that I didn't even let him know I'd like to get that thing in my mouth!"

  I've known a few guys that were sort of like that," Linda observed. "I don't think I ever knew one that was quite so... well, difficult about letting a girl do things like that. Some guys really dig it."

  "I know," Joy said with a tone of warm approval. "That Pete, for example. Sure, he's just a hungry stud out for what he can get, but, my God, he loves to fuck and all that other stuff! He's not much for length but honey, he's got a prick that's as big around as my forearm! And does he ever love for a girl to handle it!"

  "I'm glad you've told me this," Linda said. "I thought for a while that perhaps I'd done something to offend Paul. You know, that this was why he wasn't any... well, any more ardent when we made love."

  "No, he's always like that. He just gets the head of that thing in the mouth of your cunt and giggles it a little. God knows I've tried enough to get him to ram it in and really give the old cunt a workout, but he just won't do it that way. He's got this idea that a nice girlóthe kind he'd marry or take down to the beach for a weekendódoesn't want to be fucked really hard and he just won't do it, no matter what."

  They lay quietly for a few minutes and then Joy looked over at Linda with a warmed smile. They were lying head and head and it was easy for them to make visual contact.

  "I guess if anyone were to bring Paul out of it, you'd be the one," Joy said. "You know, you've got those big boobs, that long-legged, hungry look that just screams out to a man, 'I want to be fucked! If he didn't get turned on by you I guess he'll never make it at all!"

  "I think I've just been complimented," Linda remarked. "But now I wonder if I'll ever get out of here alive. You know, when Moon was doing those things to me, I felt a lot more alive than I've ever been before with a man. And yet I detested him; I hate the thought of being raped; I didn't feel anything but hate and disgust when he started doing those things to me."

  "But as soon as you felt a prick start nibbling away at the lips of your pussy, you just went out of control, is that it?" Joy interrupted to say. "Like you couldn't help it but you just had to have some more?"

  "That's it exactly!" Linda cried out.

  "I know just how you feel," Joy said. "Well, maybe not exactly; I guess I was a little more turned on at first than you were when they began making that fuck talk. But they're sure not a pair of winners, whatever you can say for them."

  "It bothers me," Linda complained. "That I could feel such loathing for them and still be affected so much by them. Or not even by them, to be honest; once, when I looked over and saw Moon doing something to you I felt as though I'd die if I didn't get to come immediately! "

  "Honey, you've just got a prick-loving pussy," Joy said, adopting a warm, conciliatory tone. "Some girls are that wayóthey might not think so but whenever they see fucking, or think about itómuch less when they feel a man's cockóthey just can't help responding. Face up to it, girl; you've got an active cunt and there's no way you can make it mind its own business. I'm the same way myself. Whenever I see that a man's interested in me my pussy starts heating up and before I know it I've almost scorched the crotch of my panties!"

  "I hate myself," Linda muttered, frowning as she considered what she had learned about herself. "I've always prided myself on being independent, self-reliant, able to make up my own mind. And now I find that I'm a slave to what's between my legs. Oh, I feel like a common whore!"

  "If what I've heard and read is true," Joy corrected her, "you're nothing like a whore. Those girls, you know, most of them don't get much fun at all out of screwing."

  "You're probably right," Linda admitted. "I've heard that too. But you know what I mean; I just feel awful about it!

  "There's not much ..Joy began, and then broke off in silence as the door to the bedroom opened and Moon walked into the room. Sky followed close behind and they stood beside the bed, leering down at the helpless pair. Whatever they had decided during their conversation outside, they appeared unwilling to make it known. Neither Joy nor Linda felt free enough to ask what was coming next.

  "You know, that was a good idea," Moon drawled after a long silence. "I mean, about getting that guy in here and having this one chick jerk him off. I'd like to see that big bitch covered wit
h come from head to foot!"

  "How about trying the other one?" Sky suggested. "The wop? He might be made out of different stuff."

  "Good idea," Moon said. "Go get him and make him strip down. We'll see if he's got any more lead in his pencil than that other freak had."

  Sky disappeared into the other room and they could hear him ordering Pete to lie still while he unlocked the handcuffs. They came into the bedroom shortly afterwards; Pete was naked and his hands had been handcuffed behind his back. Linda could not help looking at his prick, as well as at the rest of him. Tall and swarthy, Pete had a very good physique. His broad shoulders and thick chest would have been equally fitting on a professional athlete. A thick mat of crisp, black hair covered most of his body. Linda saw that his prick, limp and dangling, was very shortóperhaps only two inches in lengthóbut it was already at least as big around as Paul's cock had been when it was fully grown. She knew that the tool would gain some length when it had been brought to a full, throbbing erection and she realized that if its circumference increased proportionately he would indeed provide a woman with many an exciting moment to rememberóif she could take it.