Horny Hostage

by Richard B. Long

  "Now go over and eat Carol awhile," Moon ordered when she had favored each man with lavish oral caresses. "Her pussy and asshole have had a pretty good workout so they ought to be just about right for good eating. Go on, she don't mind having a girl's face between her legs."

  "Come on, honey," Carol purred, rolling onto her back and spreading her fat, chubby legs wide apart to expose the grotesquely furred slit the men had been using. "I just love being sucked; it don't matter if it's a guy or a chick that's doing it!"

  Without even pausing to think about the shame of being forced to devour another woman Linda fell into the required position. Just as Moon had promised the girl's cunt was dripping with accumulated collections of sperm. The rich, sticky cream was all over the huge lips, the insides of her thighs and the inner surfaces of her pussy. Evidently she never washed; the scent of old sex was far stronger than Linda would have believed possible. She lapped hungrily at the fragrant slit and told herself that surely Moon would soon relent and give her the prick she wanted.

  "Now the asshole," Carol muttered, swinging her legs up higher and lifting her rump to Linda's mouth. "Oh, honey, them guys just fucked my ass till it was raw, so be careful how you suck it!"

  Again Linda complied, running her tongue down the crack between the cheeks of the girl's ass and savoring the collected juices left there. She rimmed the girl easily, caressing the battered anus with her tongue. When she attempted to shove her tongue in deeper, Carol gave a low cry and pushed her face away. "That hurts," she complained.

  Moon was now ready for her and he motioned for Terry, the man who had originally opened the door, to mount Linda. He did so, shoving his prick halfway into her cunt and bringing a shriek of pleasure to her throat. Before she could recover her senses enough to chum out the few motions she would have needed to gain the climax, however, he pulled his prick from her cunt and would not replace it.

  "Agghh!" she groaned, almost livid with rage at being deprived of the precious tool. "Give it to me! Fuck me, you bastard; I want to come!"

  "Calm down," he told her. "It'll do you good to want it a while longer!"

  Gloating with insane humor, the men held her down tightly and took turns in tormenting her with their cocks. Carol collaborated, sometimes playing deliciously torturous games with Linda's pussy and then switching to hold her own gamey slit an inch above the girl's contorted face. They took great pleasure in her anguished cries. Moon especially had the key to her desires: he knelt over her and jacked himself off, teasing her by pretending to be nearing a climax. Desperately hungry for pleasure, Linda begged him to shoot off in her face, to drown her in come, but he refused to honor even her most depraved requests.

  "Fuck my asshole!" she begged. "My cunt, my mouth, anywhere! Just give me a little cock! I can't live without cock!"

  When at last she got her wish and Moon lay over her, shoving a double handful of prick up her tender, swollen cunt she lay still for a moment. She could not even scream, the sensations boiled up within her so quickly and so violently. After a moment, however, she shrieked out wildly and grabbed him with her arms and legs. She threw her loins against his in a moment of furious intensity. Her cunt throbbed and pulsed mightily as she fucked herself back and forth on his mighty prick; each movement of that massive rod sent her into another spasmodic series of shuddering movements until at last she fell back into a limp, sobbing heap of satiated womanhood. Moon had deliberately withheld his climax, though it was not for a moment or two that Linda realized that she had been denied that ultimate pleasure.

  "Why didn't you let go with the come?" she complained. "God, it was so fucking good! A nice cuntful of come would have made it even better!"

  "I just wanted to make sure that you had something to offer later on," Moon said. "After you find out what we really want you to do."

  "For another fuck like that? Especially with a nice come tacked onto it?" Linda asked. "Anything! Just ask!"

  She listened closely when Moon began explaining what he and his friends wanted. To her surprise, they did not sketch out some especially depraved act they wanted her to perform. Instead, she learned that they were part of an underworld network living by crime. They wanted her to cooperate in robbing the bank at which she worked! Linda would ordinarily have gone straight to the police had such an idea been so much as hinted at but she was not in an ordinary situation; Moon and Sky had seen to that with their clever use of drugs and their carefully planted series of suggestions. By the time their ultimate aim became clear, Linda was in no condition to resist any of their suggestions. Thus she became a willing tool in their criminal aims.

  "You just do your part," Moon promised her, "and we might have a real treat for you."

  "What do you mean?" she asked.

  "How'd you like to become a permanent part of our gang? You know, live with us? That way, see, you'd be right here handy and whenever you wanted to get your cunt packed, one of us would always be here to give it to you!"

  Linda's eyes widened at this. The prospect seemed infinitely appealing to her and she knew immediately that she could not say no to the offer. Her face showed her acceptance and Moon gave her one of his few genuinely companionable smiles.

  "I knew you'd see it our way," he told her.

  "What do you want me to do?" she asked.

  "Not much, just let us know when you've got a big shipment of cash coming in or going out," he said.

  "That's easy," she replied. "A week from next Tuesday we're getting off a shipment of old, damaged, unusable currency to the Federal Reserve Bank. Usually there's half a million at least in those shipments, sometimes up close to a million. We're a sort of central clearing house for used bills, you know."

  "Beautiful!" he sighed. "Old bills, that's the best kindónobody ever thinks to check them! "

  "You'd better be careful," Linda warned. "Whenever we have one of those shipments going out we always hire extra guardsósometimes double the number we usually have."

  "Somebody'll get in touch with you to work all that out," Moon said. "No sweat about that. For now, girlie, you've got your treat coming up. Remember what I said about taking on three guys at once?"

  Linda's eyes brightened at that. She had been deliberately teasing herself ever since Thursday night by thinking about so deliciously exciting a feat and now it was to be made real! Moon ordered her to get over Lew, the black, and to get the head of his prick planted just in the mouth of her cunt. He got up behind her, intending to skewer her asshole with his own hefty rod and Sky knelt beside her head, offering his own cock to her lips. She took it readily, popping the head into her mouth and lurching backward slightly to get more of her cunt's rim around Lew's prick. Moon motioned for Carol to come to him and lubricate his cock with a kiss; she did so and then aimed it at Linda's anus for good measure. Within less than a minute, three pricks were boring into Linda's body from different angles and she was assaulted by a bewildering variety of sensations. The erotic thrills blasted away at her nervous system, relentless and severe, until she felt that she was being pulled apart.

  Terry, left out of the exciting figure, pulled Carol over to him and forced her head down onto the shaft of his own swollen prick. She sucked methodically, twisting her head so she could watch Linda being fucked mercilessly, and fingered her own ripe pussy at the same time.

  Linda's body was subjected to too many stimuli for her to be able to reach a satisfactory climax. Even so, she felt a wave of deep, utterly sensual satisfaction sweep over her as she took the pricks deep into her body. The knowledge that she was pleasing three men at once thrilled her, even though the pleasure did not lead to the usual orgasm.

  Sky, planted deep in her throat, was the first to demonstrate his pleasure. When she felt his cock begin to quiver and then to spurt out the long, hot jets of sperm, she groaned happily, secure in the knowledge that she was receiving the full fury of his lusty arousal. Moon and Lew joined him soon after. Their pricks, lying side by side in her
inner tunnels, pulsed rhythmically and emptied the contents of their balls in a series of spine-tingling gushes.

  "That was the best ever," Linda whispered as they pulled away from her. "I never thought it could be that good, not ever!"

  "Hell, if balling one guy is good," Moon reasoned, "then balling three guys would be three times as good. It stands to reason!"

  "Ever have any black dick before?" Lew asked, looking at Linda with a gloating expression.

  "No, you were my first," she replied.

  "What did you think about it?"

  "It's okay," she said. "No better than what I've been used to, but not any worse either."

  For some reason her answer delighted them all. They broke out a jug of wine and passed it around, spreading good cheer around the room. Linda felt that somehow she had become a part of them and she joined in the celebration, though she knew nothing about what was being celebrated. She spent the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday in the apartment. Most of the time was devoted to sex in some form and Linda lost count of the number of times she held a spurting cock in some part of her body. By the time she left, on Sunday afternoon just before sundown, her fierce sexual appetite had been dulled and she walked back home secure in the knowledge that she would not be needing sexual stimulation for a while. At least, she told herself that she would not need it.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Moon had trained Linda far too well, had warped her mind far too completely, for her to be able to deny the fact, however. He had converted her into an avaricious prick lover, a woman possessed with a ravenous hunger for sexual pleasure. As a result, her euphoria, resulting from the long period of orgiastic excess, lasted only until early Monday morning. She awoke with a vague yearning eating away at the slit between her legs and she knew that she was now completely under his power.

  "I'll never get enough of it!" she muttered to herself as she rolled onto her side and slipped her hands down onto her pussy. "The bastard, he's got me really hookedóand I'm loving it, every bit of it! And every inch they feed me!"

  Only the thought that soon she would be with the gang permanently kept her from taking some drastic stepóshe did not know what it would be, but she felt the need for some kind of actionóto remedy her distressing condition. There were times when she toyed with the idea of becoming a prostitute, though she knew that she lacked the business sense she would need if she were to make a success at practicing that ancient profession. Nevertheless she found it amusing and rather exciting to visualize herself walking the streets, propositioning every man who passed by, and being accepted by most of them. The succession of strange men, all interested only in a few moments' worth of pleasure with her body, fascinated her.

  I'm just horny, she said to herself. In spite of that workout on Saturday and Sunday, I'm still as hot for it as a teenager at her first prom! It would be nice, though, to spend the night with a fellow again, to go to sleep after a long, juicy screw and wake up with come plastered all over us both. And then to wake him up by sucking him off!

  Moon took care that Linda did not lose the conditioning she had already received. He called her nearly every day, missing only once between that Monday and the day before they were supposed to rob the bank, and gave her the address of a place where she could meet him and one or more of his cohorts. She kept these appointments religiously and walked away from the assignations with a sense of again having fulfilled her own special destiny.

  "Something special for you tonight," Moon said when she met him for the first time after the Saturday-Sunday orgy. "I figure it's about time you had your cunt eaten proper!"

  Linda was transfixed with delight at this. She had been missing the unique thrill of having a man's face between her thighs. True, Carol and Judyóthe only two women she had yet seen in the company of the gangóoften went down on her but Linda quickly decided that however tender and skillful a woman might be at eating pussy, there was nothing quite like the brutal, anxious, pressing way a man did it.

  "If you want to," she said, automatically reaching down to caress the tingling bud of her clitoris. "But I'm warning you, I haven't washed it since before that time at the beach house, so it's getting pretty awful down there. At least, most people would say so. The girls at work are beginning to think I have a disease or something; they've been giving me funny looks and talking about deodorants, 'feminine hygiene,' things like that."

  "You won't have to put up with them cunts much longer," Moon told her, stretching out on his back and licking his lips in anticipation of the feast she was cradling between her thighs. "Hey, that reminds me, you'd better tell your banker friend that you're quitting next week. Make up some kind of excuse; tell him you're going up North or something. We don't want you disappearing from there without anybody knowing anything about it."

  "I'll do it tomorrow," Linda promised as she knelt over his head. "I'll give him a hint that it's because... well, because of that weekend. He hasn't been at all friendly as of late and I think he'll be glad to see me getting out of there."

  "No, turn around the other way," Moon told her as she got over him with her face toward his head. "Let's suck each other at the same timeóa little sixty-nine might be just what you need today."

  Linda made-the required adjustment and settled into place. Moon's cock lay limply across his belly; she would have the additionally delightful task of bringing it to an erection.

  "What a change a few weeks can make!" she marveled as she took his flaccid prick in her hand and pulled the thick foreskin off the head. "When I went down to that beach house with Paul I'd have been terribly offended if a fellow had even wanted to fuck after he'd been with another woman. And now, seeing all this dried, leftover come on your dick, smelling all the women who've come on it, it just makes me want to eat you all the more! What's happened to me?"

  "Then you were a stuck up, prissy little bitch," he told her, admiring the healthy, gamey pussy that she held just above his face. "You hadn't ever had your asshole fucked; you didn't know much about screwing or sucking; you didn't know much of anything except that you liked cocks. Now, you've found out what it's all about! Now shut up and start eating dickóI want you to get me hard and then give me a blow job!"

  Linda could not help remembering her affected daintiness before that momentous weekend, when Moon and Sky had invaded the beach house; she wryly contrasted the girl she had been then with her present position. Realizing that she would then have been horribly offended at what she was now about to do, she also understood that the contrast between what she had been and what she was now could also be a source of sexual stimulation.

  She tried to put herself in the place of the earlier Linda and to stand away from herself and Moon, detached and objective, so she could watch the lewd acts they were performing on each other. She saw herself kneeling over him, knees widespread and pussy wide open to his lips; she saw herself fondling that semen-encrusted prick, ripe with the juices of who knows how many cunts. The vision was an exciting one and she sucked up the head of his prick in a greedy gulp.

  The acrid tastes fired her senses, turning her tongue into a dervish of erotic activity, and she engorged the entire flaccid length of prick into her mouth. She tried to stuff his heavy balls into her lips too but of course there was no room; she had to release her grip upon the prick in order to suck up the heavy, sperm-laden eggs. The cunt drippings and semen from old encounters were on his bag too and she rolled the big lumps of maleness around in her mouth. She covered his bag with kisses, working farther down between his legs and bringing her lips closer to his ass.

  "Hey, you've really got the right idea!" Moon murmured, spreading his legs apart and lifting his rump slightly to afford her easier access to the target her depraved senses had selected.

  He still had not attacked her pussy. His fingers had been busy at spreading the lips and fondling the area around the slit, but he had not yet touched her sex flesh with his own lips. He pursed his lips and blew on her, riffl
ing the tender, curling hairs with his breath. Linda shivered at the strange, deliciously exciting touch of air. He inhaled deeply, sniffing of her aromatic opening, and grinned with perverted delight.

  "This little cunt is ready for eating," he muttered to Sky, who sat nearby watching. "Man, is she ever ready for it! And the hotter she gets, the more it makes that cunt of hers stink!"

  He forced the lips of her pussy wide apart with his strong fingers, opening her up completely, and stuck out the tip of his tongue. He touched her lightly, merely grazing her excited flesh, but even that contact was enough to bring a groaning, wailing approval to her throat. Linda flexed the muscles in her hips and thighs, enjoying the slight added tension she could bring to bear on her tortured pussy and clitoris. Moon seized her buttocks in his rough hands and squeezed hard, crushing and kneading the sensitive flesh in a way that again made her moan with ecstasy. His tongue glided near her swollen clitoris, now an angry cone of aroused womanhood, but did not touchóhe was too canny to attack the very seat of her sensuality and preferred to work up to it gradually. Linda's hips began weaving back and forth as the hot lust mounted in her loins.