Robert Moore - Hard guys and hostages

Sally cried out as though in pain, although he was sure that she wasn't feeling any pain from this act. It was mental, he thought, the realization that she was all his now, that she was property instead of a person, that she had no rights left, no humanity, and he could do as he pleased with her.

He pushed his cock all the way into her then, clear to the root, and lay atop her as he had before, his full weight on her, his cock deep into her, and she lay completely still, her hands on his shoulders now, as though they were the only part of her body that wanted him in her now. There was a physical desire in her now, and a feeling of pleasure at their connection. Even while she wanted to end it, to push him away, she was feeling a real conflict of desires, and he was all the more excited at the thought.

He gave her a little push, ramming his cock in and withdrawing it slightly; then he lay still again, maintaining the connection, but not moving in her. Sally gave a little cry of pleasure and surprise, but she didn't move, didn't respond in any other way, except for a little shiver that passed over her body.

He could hear her breathing loud in his ears, double loud, as though it were being amplified. Despite her fear and the pain she was experiencing at that moment from the death clutch he had on her tits, she was responding to his prick in her. She was a hot little bitch, he thought, the kind who just couldn't help liking it, regardless of the circumstances. No doubt it ran in the family, since her big sister had proved to be the same type.

He lay still for a while, relishing the feeling of being in her, enjoying his possession of her, and then he began to fuck her slowly, raising his hips and lowering them just a little, making little plunging motions in her snatch, and sending little ripples of joy through her tiny frame. She moaned sweetly, her breath playing warmly over his ear and through his hair. He dug his fingers more deeply into her breasts and twisted cruelly, wringing a cry of pain from her. At the instant of the cry, he rammed his cock into her belly as deeply as he could, and as quickly. The mixture of pain and undeniable pleasure wrought a strange reaction from her. She twisted her body, her hips writhing under him, and her hands clamped down on his shoulders, the fingers digging through until he could feel the pressure clear into his bones.

She took a mouthful of his neck and bit until he grunted in sweet pain and rammed the cock into her again, just as hard as before, and maybe just a little harder. The pleasure and excitement made him stronger in his thrust than he had been the time before.

Sally cried out aloud that time, and her body squirmed under his. Her legs rose and circled his waist at a low point, then curled downward to lock around his own legs. He could feel her belly flat against his, and her body surged toward him for pleasure, for the joy that he was bringing her.

Max's hands slipped from her tits, and he felt a deep sigh of relief move through her at the release of the painful grip. He slipped the hands under her, embracing her, and she molded to him, softening even as she tensed against him, becoming one with him, their bodies fusing and merging.

"Uh… uh… uh!" she cried as he began to fuck her in earnest, ramming his cock into her with greater and greater force, pushing and pulling with greater and greater rapidity. "Oh, God," her voice moaned in his ear. "Oh, yes, God, yes, now…" She went on in an ecstatic babble as the pleasure took possession of her. Max felt the pleasure building up in his own body, too, building up and up until he could hardly stand it, and he knew that it would soon be too much to contain. He tightened himself against it holding back until he thought he would burst from the effort.

"Oh, God!" She screamed it now, as the pleasure grew too powerful for her to keep back any longer. "OH GOD, NOW!" She screamed on and on, and finally he knew that he was unable to hold it any longer, and he let it out all at once, his come flooding her belly, filling her with the hot, white cream that flowed from his loins and into hers, and her legs tightened in their grip about his, until her soft skin felt like a harsh, rasping sandpaper, so hard was it rubbing against him. He could feel her sweat-slicked body under his, writhing with joy uncontrollable, and he rammed his cock into her for three more hard, fast thrusts before it went flaccid. Another shot of come drove into her, and she cried out one last time, not as loudly as the other times but still loud enough to be heard all over the house.

He pulled out of her and lay beside her, looking up at the ceiling. He could tell that her body was relaxed beside him, and while he relaxed himself he was still ready for any sudden tensing of her, any movement that might take her closer to that gun on the floor.

"You know," he said after a while, "I guess you're just about the nicest fuck a guy could ask for. Even when you don't want to do it you're just naturally good at it."

She looked away from him, and he knew that he had said just the right thing, the thing that would make her feel the worst, the cheapest. He laughed a deep, rolling laugh and rose from the bed. Walking about the bedroom, he watched her from the corner of his eye. He was testing her, waiting to see if she would make a go for the gun.

"Forget it," she said after a while. "I'm not going to try for it. Not while you're expecting it. If I ever make a go for a gun, it will be when I have a good chance of getting to it. And then, you'd better pray to whatever God answers the prayers of crumbs like you that I don't get there, because you won't live for a second after I do."

Max felt a flood of anger, partly at the fact that he had been so transparent to her, and partly at what she had called him. He walked over to the bed, and she cowered away, apparently realizing that she had gone too far, and had said something she shouldn't have. The shame of what she had shown herself to be a moment before had driven her to say what she had, but now she was conscious of herself enough to know how foolish it had been.

"No, please," she said, but before she could get any further, he was there. Max grabbed her by one arm and pulled her to an upright position. He slapped her across the face three times, just as hard as he could, wringing fresh cries from her each time. He could feel the outline of her teeth clear through her cheek with each blow. She threw up her free arm, trying to block her face and protect it, and he let his fourth blow change direction at the last possible moment, closing his fist and hitting her on the side of the ear. She screamed.

"Now, you little fucking bitch," he said, "maybe you understand the rules of this little game. I'm the one who makes with the nasty remarks. You just stay nice and sweet and available. That's your part. Now I'll have an apology."

"I'm sorry," she said without hesitation. "I didn't mean it, Max, really, it just came out."

"Well, you'd better be fucking sure it doesn't come out again, bitch." He pinched one of her nipples hard between thumb and forefinger for good measure, and she squealed and tried to draw away. But his grip on her arm was too tight for her to pull loose. "Now, you're going to do something nice for me," he said. "Just to show me how sorry you are about that nasty thing you said to me then. Aren't you, baby?"

"Yes, Max. Yes, come on, Max, I'll do something nice for you."

"You misunderstand, honey," Max said. "You don't know what I'm talking about. I want you to suck my cock. And if I hear even one word of argument out of you about it, you're going to be sorry. Because my feelings are very easily hurt. And every time you hurt my feelings, I'm going to hurt your body. Got it?"

"Yes, Max." She looked a little green around the gills at the thought of what he wanted her to do, and she was learning very quickly just whit her place was in the scheme of things.