Horny Hostage

by Richard B. Long

  "Naw, I don't want nothing," Sky said. "Shit, why you wasting food on that wop there? Or his pansy pal? The way I figure it, we ought to make them chicks squat down over their faces and let 'em eat pussy for a while. That's all a man needs to live on, I always heard."

  "Yeah, I thought about that," Moon agreed, wrinkling up his face in what might have been a grin. "I been thinking about some way we could amuse our two pals down there. It struck me that I might make this little chick here give the wop a fuck. You know, get on him and let that cunt of hers work on his dick awhile till she's got a quart or two of come in her. Then she could get off and feed it to that other freak there."

  Joy gasped with shock at this. It was she whom Moon had designated for this feat and she knew that Paul would have died rather than to have kissed her pussy, even if it had been given to him fresh from a hot bath.

  "How about that, girlie?" Moon asked, wheeling around to give her an inquiring look. "He's your husband, ain't he? The pansy, I mean?"

  "He's my husband," Joy admitted, darting a sorrowful look at Paul.

  Even though she felt little love for him, she knew him too well not to know how much he would hate having to perform the feat Moon had described and she regretted seeing him reviled in such a deadly fashion. She knew instinctively, though, that pointing this out to Moon would ensure his interest in making her do it just the way he had said and she decided that it would be better if she said nothing at all.

  "Maybe we'll get into that after we eat," Moon told them. "But not now, though; let's get that meal on the road."

  "I'm working on it," Linda hastened to assure him. "It's going to take a little while though."

  "All right, just don't go to sleep in there," Moon snapped.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Moon had changed his mind after they had finished eating and Linda had cleaned up the kitchen. He ordered Sky to handcuff Paul and Pete back to the pillaróthey had been released to eat hastily under the watchful eyes of Sky and Moonóand he then led the girls back into the bedroom. There they were securely tied to the bed. Moon threw a blanket over them and took another for himself; he announced his intention of going to sleep on the couch in the living room.

  "Wake me up in a couple of hours," he said to Sky. "You'd better stay awake just to be sure nothing happens."

  "All right, I'll be on guard," Sky promised.

  The night passed with the men taking turns in watching over their prisoners. Linda slept fitfully during the interval; even though the position into which Moon had forced her was uncomfortable, she was tired enough to rest a little.

  "I figured out a new way of doing things," Moon announced the next morning when he awoke them shortly after sunrise. He was untying the cords around her wrist when he spoke. "Me and Sky, we're not going to keep you two tied up anymore. At least not as long as you behave yourselves and don't try anything stupidólike running away."

  "That'll be nice," Linda said, thankful for that small favor.

  "But if you do decide to make a break for it," he added, throwing her a spine-chilling look, "you'd better make it a good one. Because if we look around and find one of you gone, we're gonna shoot whoever's left before we pull out! You might keep that in mind in case you want to skip out."

  "I'm not going anywhere," Linda assured him. "I'm staying right here!"

  "That's the idea. You keep on talking like that, I just might start believing that you had some smarts," Moon told her. "Now you and your buddy here get in the kitchen and whip up some eggs and sausage. I worked me up an appetite during the night."

  Joy followed Linda into the kitchen and they set to work preparing the breakfast. They talked as they worked; both of them found that conversation helped ease the threat posed by Moon and Sky.

  "I think I just might get used to going around naked in front of a group of men if I had to do it long enough," Linda muttered as she whipped up a bowl of eggs. "I don't feel quite as self-conscious about it as I did yesterday."

  "It's no great thing," Joy said as she heated oil in the skillet for scrambling the eggs. "Lots of days I go around from the time I get up till the time I go to bed and never put a stitch on. I guess I'm a nudist at heart, though I never went to a nudist camp."

  "That never appealed to me," Linda said. "Maybe if I had a man around the house all the time I'd stop wearing clothes altogether."

  "It didn't do much to help me with Paul," Joy wryly pointed out. "In fact, I think it probably turned him off to see me wandering around with my pussy in plain view!"

  Linda said nothing to that; she remembered that she had intended to spend an illicit, hopefully lascivious weekend with Joy's husband and the memory sometimes made it difficult for her to relate satisfactorily to the woman.

  Moon finished his breakfast first. He wandered around the living room, casting an occasional glance toward Paul and Pete as they ate under the constant menace of Sky's pistol. He also eyed the girls from time to time; Linda had a strong suspicion that he was planning something devilishly wicked for them. As soon as she and Joy had cleaned up after the meal she found that her suspicion was entirely justified.

  "Come here," he said to her as soon as she had hung up the dish towel. "And bring one of them kitchen chairs with you."

  "What are you going to do?" she asked, fearful of his intentionsóyet also excited "A little something I've been thinking about," he told her. "You might call it a scientific experiment. Hey, Sky, I'm gonna be a scientific cat! What do you think about that?"

  "Sounds good to me," Sky loyally said.

  "You just put that chair down in the middle of the floor," Moon said to Linda. "And then stand behind it, up real close. Yeah, that's the way; you got the idea."

  Linda bellied up to the chair, still uncertain of what he planned for her but certain that it would be something dreadful. Moon nodded happily and then ordered Joy to bring the dish towel from the kitchen.

  "It'll make a good blindfold," he said, grinning in his perverted way. "For this experiment the subject's got to be blindfolded."

  He directed Joy to fold the towel into a long strip and then to tie it around Linda's head. When he was satisfied that she could see nothing, he came toward her.

  "Everybody's going to get a chance to be part of my experiment," he announced. "This little girl here needs to learn something and I've figured out a way to get the message across to her. She don't know yet that a cunt can't tell no difference between one prick and another so we've got to convince her of it. What we're gonna do is this: the chick there is gonna bend way over that chair as far as she can. That oughtta make her twat show up real good from the rear. And then this other babe here is gonna stand by to work everybody up to a hard if they ain't got one already. Once she gets a guy stiff, he's gonna shove the cock to this other chick and she's gonna tell us which one is putting the meat to her. Except that she's gonna find out that she can't tell the difference between one prick and another unless she's got her eyes wide open! Everybody got that now?"

  "Sky began laughing wildly when he finally understood Moon's depraved scheme. Pete looked interested but Paul assumed a look of pained despair. Moon looked around at all of them and then ordered Sky to strip.

  "I'll hold a gun on them two while you peel," he said, "and then you can guard 'em while I get outta my clothes. Every swinging dick in this house will have a go at that cunt and I don't mean maybe!"

  "Linda shuddered when she heard his plan. It seemed to her that there was no limit to the evil, perverted things he could think up. The present scheme ranked with any she had yet heard of, she thought, but she could see no hope of escaping the dreadful shame of allowing anyone in the room to ram a stout cock into her tender pussy. Would she be able to tell the difference between them? The thought that she might not seemed absurd; a cunt as tender as hers, as receptive to the male organ and as ready to respond to its hard, driving presence would surely be able to distinguish between the tools of the various men.
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  Joy looked over at Moon for a direction and he motioned for her to begin going down on Pete. She didn't have much work to do to bring him to an erection. He was in favor of the idea of screwing Linda, who struck him as at least as attractive as Joy, and he quickly came up to a remarkable degree of hardness. Joy pulled her mouth away from his cock with a regretful look; she would obviously have liked continuing to suck him until he had drowned her tonsils with a gushing burst of sperm. Moon silently motioned for him to advance and spear Linda's cunt with the thick-shafted prick rearing out from his loins. Joy found herself pressed into service; she was directed to guide Pete's prick into place and make sure that it was seated properly.

  "It's just me," she said to Linda as she gingerly spread the dark lips of the girl's pussy with one hand, holding Pete's cock with the other. "They want me to put it in for them. Here goes the first one!"

  Pete shivered with pleasure as he felt the girl's warm, moist cunt close around the head of his prick. He eased himself forward, driving more of the sturdy rod into her flesh. Due to the extreme angle at which she was forced to bend forward, Linda's cuntal mouth was constricted and made far narrower than normal. Pete's prick, fearfully large at best, seemed utterly huge to her now; she moaned slightly and flinched away from the broad, stubby rod as it forced the mouth and walls of her cunt apart. Even as she winced at the pain, however, she felt that same shameful tingle of sensual awakening appear in her clitoris and in the lips of her pussy. Her body, determined to have its own way, was responding to the brutal, anonymous attack of this unknown man! She bit her lip, trying to force back a cry of ecstatic approval. She could not deny that the ignominious posture, together with the mystery of being plumbed by a man she could not see, added another fillip of delight to the pleasure of having her cunt's mouth stretched to the utmost.

  But whose was the prick that was thus delighting her inner core? She forced herself to concentrate on the question. The tool seemed immense; therefore it must belong to either Moon, Peter or PaulóSky's smaller cock would not stretch her so much, she thought. Moon's prick was the longest of the three and Pete's was the shorter, though perhaps it was also the broadest. Would Paul have managed to overcome his shrinking fear of performing in public? Linda suddenly realized with a shock of surprise the truth of Moon's seemingly absurd contention: she actually could not be sure which of the three pricks was burrowing into her cunt! It seemed to her, though, that the prick was now nosing into a region around her heart, she was so full of it, and so she decided to take a chance.

  "It's Moon," she announced.

  Moon grinned silently and motioned for Pete to step back. The detective seemed reluctant to leave the tightly gripping receptacle he had punctured but he dared not argue with the man. He pulled himself away regretfully. Joy, quick to seize her own opportunity for pleasure, reached out to grab his prick as soon as it had cleared the lusciously swollen lips of the girl's excited pussy. She pulled him over to her and mouthed the cunt-dampened tool; the blissful expression that came over her face as soon as she felt the blunt, conical head nestle against her tongue left no doubt of her readiness for sexual activity.

  "All right, there was the first one," Moon said to Linda as he moved to a position behind her. "Here's the next one. See what you make of it."

  He motioned for Sky to step forward. There was no need for Joy to kiss his cock into hardness; it already stuck out from his loins like a bar of iron. Nevertheless she plastered a wet, dripping kiss on the cock's naked head, smirking with pleasure as she did so, and again guided it into the furry crevice lurking between Linda's lovely thighs. Sky's first thrust was low and his prick slipped down the moist furrow and rubbed against the girl's stiffened clitoris.

  "Owww!" Linda groaned at the sudden, heart-rending contact. "Jesus, not so hard! That thing's sore!"

  "Don't pay him no mind," Moon advised. "Just stand there and take whatever we offer you."

  His words were wasted. Linda, deafened by the roar of blood-lust, knew nothing except that her cunt needed to be packed to the brim with hot, hard maleness. Sky spread his legs farther apart, lowering the axis of his prick, and Joy again aimed him into the nook. This time his thrust went home: a good four inches of cock slithered into the girl's cunt when he tightened his buttocks and shoved forward.

  "Eeee!" she cried, stung to the quick by the sudden and drastic penetration. "Oohh!"

  Sky grinned at that; he enjoyed bringing vocal reactions to the lips of the girls unlucky enough to be his partners in the rites of lust. He withdrew his cock, bringing it out until the ugly, ridged head lay in the mouth of Linda's tempestuous cunt and again drove it forward. He seated the length of the tool this time, driving it home with a skewering, twisting thrust that brought a low, wavering cry of pained delight to her lips.

  "Oh, God, you're ripping my cunt apart!" she moaned, trying to grind her hips back against him and to rotate her cunt around the deliciously torturing lance. "You're fucking me to death!"

  Besieged by a maelstrom of sensual emotions, she felt the prick with acute clarity, she believed, but then she realized that she could not tell the difference between this one and the one that had split her before! Her sensual hunger was too gripping for her to be dismayed by this revelation; she cared only for the immediate needómore of that spine-tingling pressure! She discovered that by raising herself onto the balls of her feet she could make her cunt move against the solid, stiff prick in a way that sent shocks of sensual joy racing out from her clitoris and she began flexing herself up and down in an effort to fuck herself to a climax. The mystery only heightened her pleasure in being jabbed like a side of beefówhoever it was that had stretched her cunt, she wanted more of it!

  "Do it!" she moaned, writhing and twisting as she worked herself closer to a fever pitch of sensual excitement. "Do it to me! Fuck me all the way, fuck me till I come!"

  Sky would gladly have done just that but Moon grabbed his shoulder and signaled for him to pull out of her cunt. He did so, bringing a despairing cry to the girl's lips. She wanted more of it and she pleaded with the man not to empty her cunt. Moon ignored her pleas, of course, and insisted that Sky take his prick out.

  Joy again mouthed the wet prick, rolling her eyes in pleasure as she tasted Linda's arousal on the stiff tool. Her right hand crept down between her thighs and she began rubbing the area around her clitoris in an effort to bring herself to a climax.

  "Hey, that's pretty good!" Moon shouted, noticing what she was doing. "Hey, girlie, you know what your buddy's up to? She sucking these guys up so they'll be hard enough to fuck that miserable cunt of yours! And then after they get out she sucks 'em again! I reckon she likes the taste of your cunt maybe. Shit she might even be one of them switch-hitters I keep hearing about! How about that, girl? You like to eat pussy as much as you like to suck dick?"

  "I don't mind the taste of cunt," Joy told him, unruffled by his insidious implications. "It reminds me of fucking. But no, I'm not a switch-hitter; I never ate a girl's pussy in my life!"

  "Now might not be a bad time to start," Moon told her, obviously intrigued by the thought. "But not right now; maybe after a while. We'll see how things go before we try that!"

  Linda breathed a sigh of relief at that. She was in sufficient control of her senses to know that being kissed by Joy, especially on that most tender, most intimate spot, might be sensuality itself, but she also knew that it would be an act of the most perverted kind. She had already been forced to perform acts which she would never have contemplated before; being licked by another woman would be the finishing touch!

  Joy continued to finger her clitoris. She was kneeling on the bare wooden floor with her knees wide apart and she began weaving an intricate pattern of lusty motions with her hips.

  "By the way," Moon said, remembering that he had been too interested in the proceedings to ask the question, "whose cock was that that was just up your cunt?"

  "Yours," Linda said, grasping at the first
name that came into her mind. "It was yours."

  Sky grinned with delight at that, taking it as a compliment to be measured against the mammoth prick that speared out from the base of Moon's belly. Moon returned the grin and advanced upon the girl. His own cock was only semi-erect. Joy performed her oral magic and soon had it raised up to its full, frightening size. She interrupted her masturbation long enough to spread the lips of Linda's pussy and to guide Moon's cock home; then she returned her hand to the furrow it had left and resumed caressing her prominent little clitoris.

  Moon fucked himself into Linda with a steady, flowing beat and had virtually all his prick in her at the end of the third stroke. She gasped repeatedly as he inserted the tool, withdrew it, then shoved it farther; each thrust seemed to rip her apart. Her cunt was already heated until it resembled a fleshly furnace. The excitement made the flesh swell and the walls of her cunt clung together all the more firmly, providing Moon's prick with considerable resistance. Each driving thrust split that flesh more and more, filling her more completely with the article she desired most intensely and bringing her ever closer to the inevitable explosion. Just when it seemed that one more shove would tip her womb upside down, spilling out a cornucopia of lustful delight, he stepped back and slipped his cock out of her grasp.