Robert Moore - Hard guys and hostages

Max grinned broadly and walked out of the room without looking back.

He got the feeling that the women had been talking about something. When he walked in, there was one of those sudden silences that you can feel. They didn't look at each other, or at him. Max walked over to Sally and pinched one of her breasts. She looked up at him sullenly, and there was pain in her eyes, but she didn't say anything, and she wasn't in any position to offer any direct resistance.

"Nice and comfy?" Max asked. She still didn't say anything. Max reached down and took a pinch of pussy hair between his thumb and forefinger. He gave it a little yank, and she made a small, grunting sound of pain and surprise. "Well, now, you can still talk, can't you?" He laughed and pulled the hair again. This time she didn't make any sound, or give any reaction at all. She looked like she was trying to decide whether to spit in his face or not. "Go ahead," Max grinned, "Go ahead and try it. It might be very satisfying, and the most it can cost you is an extra eight or nine hours tied to the sink."

She looked down at the floor, and Max laughed again. He couldn't remember when he'd enjoyed himself more. The little twat had some spirit, but she had too much sense to get herself tied up in this position for any longer than necessary just for whatever satisfaction she could glean from a moment's show of defiance.

Max roughed her hair with his hand and pinched her cheek hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. "That's a smart girl," he said. "I thought you'd turn out to have more brains than to pull something really dumb like that. Now I'm going to go have a little fun with your big sister. Don't you go away."

He walked over to the chair in which Julie was tied. She looked up at him with a strange expression, and he couldn't decide whether she was scared shitless of him or just trying to be placating. He had tied her with one ankle lashed to each of the chair's front legs, and she was spraddled open, with her slit winking at him from between her thighs. The robe, with nothing to hold it closed, had fallen completely away from the front of her body, and with her hands tied behind her she had no way to pull it closed even a little bit.

"I think you and I ought to go get acquainted again, sweetheart. What do you think of that idea?"

She didn't look at him, and she flushed deeply. It tickled the hell out of Max. "I–I don't suppose it really matters what I think of it, does it?"

"No, I don't suppose it does, really. Now that you mention it." He walked around behind her and untied her wrists. She started to pull her robe closed around her. "Leave it alone," Max ordered. "I like it open in the front. I think that's very becoming, Julie." Her fingers flexed nervously, as though they ached to pull the robe about her, but she left it alone. Max went around in front and squatted down right in front of her. From his position he could see her slit, on a level with his face, and he looked at it directly for several seconds before raising his face to grin at her. Julie was looking back at him, and when he caught her gaze she flushed deeply and looked away. Max chuckled and untied one ankle. The instant it was free she started to move the leg against the other, to close herself off from his gaze. Max put a hand lightly on her knee, exerting a pressure outward. "Now, now, you don't want to cover up all the goodies, do you? You wouldn't want to cheat old Max of his fun, would you, honey?" She held her legs open with the same obvious effort it had taken her to keep from pulling the robe closed. Max stood up and pulled a chair over. He sat down on it, in front of her and a little to one side, giving Sally a good shot of her sister.

Julie fidgeted with the desire to close her legs or pull the robe about her, but she sat there, spraddled and open, afraid to do anything that might make him mad at her.

Max ran a hand up over her left thigh. The flesh was delightfully soft and firm, and the skin was very smooth. He pulled his hand down the length of it again, then ran it back up. He could feel the heat of her open crotch with his fingertips.

"Pete and Connie are using our bedroom," he said. "I don't think Pete would mind, though, if you and I headed off to the other one for a little fucking. Do you?" He looked at her hard, obviously demanding an answer, and she managed to choke one out.

"No, sir, I don't — I don't suppose — he would."

"Of course not. And you could even suck me off. What do you think?"

"Whatever…" She choked into silence. "What-whatever you want, Max."

"That's the girl. You're a very smart girl, Julie. The only smart girl in this place. And just because you're so smart, I'm going to let you suck me off while your little sister over there stands in the corner, so to speak. Of course if you'd rather trade places with her, I'll be glad to let you. Just say the word."

Julie looked at him, and then at her sister. Max glanced back and saw Sally studiedly looking away from both of them.

"No," Julie said. "I don't think I want to trade places with her."

"Okay, then, you can stand up now."

She came to her feet and hugged the robe about her body. Max took her hands in his and pulled them away. The robe fell open again.

"I'll tell you when it's all right to hold it closed again, Julie," he said. "Right now, why not just let it drape that way? I like it."

"A-all right." She held her arms at her side, stiff and trembling. She was as red as a stop light. Max slipped his arm under her robe and put it around her waist. He pulled her close beside him. The smell of her perfume was in his nostrils, mixed with the shampoo she had used recently and the natural smell of clean woman. Max led her past Sally, who was beginning to make little gasping sounds with every breath. The discomfort of her position had turned to actual pain now, Max guessed. He reached out and ruffled her hair again.

"You just stand there and think things over until your sis and I get back, honey," he said. "Then maybe you'll have a nice little apology thought up for all the nasty things you've been thinking about me, eh?"

The hand under the robe gave Julie a squeeze and she got the message. She moved off toward the door beside Max. When they were in the hall, Max turned and looked in through the living room door at the guy tied up in there. He was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. Max stood there for a while, waiting for Bradford to open his eyes and see them. Julie tried to move on, no doubt wishing to spare her husband the sight of the two of them, but Max held her there. Finally, Bradford's eyes opened, and he looked around him, as though he had been dozing. When his eyes passed over the door in which Max and Julie were standing, they slid by and then darted back quickly. It seemed to take him a moment to make out what he was looking at. His eyes focused slowly on the scene, and even then it took a noticeable amount of time for him to react to the picture. Max gave him a casual wave, but Bradford didn't even seem to notice that. His eyes were fastened on his wife, her body naked down the front, her pussy out in the open, and her breasts jutting before her, young and firm and superb. Max still had his hand under her robe, on her waist. He grinned as Bradford's gaze finally moved to him. "I just thought we'd stop by and see how you feel. Your wife and I are on our way to the small bedroom to do a little fucking. Isn't that right, honey?"

When she didn't answer right away, Max gave Julie's flesh a little pinch. Bradford couldn't see it, of course, because the hand doing the pinching was hidden under the robe.

"Yes, sir," she said quickly.

"And then maybe I'll have you suck me off, too. Isn't that right?"

"Yes."

"You hear that, Bradford? Your wife thinks that's nice."