Robert Moore - Hard guys and hostages

Then it did spurt, filling her month and choking her, gagging her with its volume and its force. She choked down the gag and swallowed the cream quickly. Max felt the tremor of disgust pass over her body, and it excited him all the more, wringing another shot of come from him.

His cock went soft in her mouth and she started to withdraw from him. Max took her head in his hands and pulled her forward again, pushing his cock into her mouth as far as it would go. It lay limp in her mouth while she knelt there, very still, apparently waiting to see what he wanted of her. Max ran his right hand through her hair. It was a pleasant feeling even now, with all the power gone out of his cock, just to have it in her mouth like that. Finally, he pulled it out.

"That was nice," he said. "That was a good blow job, honey. You're a good girl." He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. Julie remained kneeling there, her head lowered, watching him. Max patted the bed, and she rose gracefully and walked over and sat next to him. The robe was still on her body, still hanging open. Max reached up and pulled it off her shoulders. She let it fall down her arms and lie in a heap on the bed.

"You know, you're the easiest one of this whole crew to control," Max said. He paused a moment, to see if she would answer him. She hung her head and said nothing. "If I'd been asked to pick the three of you, I'd have thought the little cunt in there," he said, indicating Connie in the next bedroom, "would be the easiest one to cow. And I'd have picked you for the hardest one. But you do everything you're told, and you don't give me any shit at all. How come?"

"I–I just don't see any reason to put up a useless fight," she said. "I think it's better to stay alive. Everything else is secondary to that. You can't do anything else if you don't do that much. And right now the easiest and surest way of staying alive is to do what you say."

Max mussed her hair playfully, as though she were a bright child of whom he was fond. "That's good thinking, Julie. You just keep thinking that way, and you'll come through this all right."

"Will I?" She looked directly at him, and there was a seeking, beseeching look in her eyes. "Will you let me live? And my husband and child?"

"Why not? We can see to it that you're out like a light for a couple of days after we leave. And after that you won't be able to tell the heat anything that would help them get at us. You won't know any more about where we are than they will."

"I hope you mean that. Because I don't want to tell them anything at all. I don't care whether they ever catch you, and I really don't care about anyone else you might hurt after you leave here. I just want to stay alive, and keep my husband and daughter alive. I mean that, Max. That's all I care about."

"I believe you." Max laid a hand on her thigh, and she didn't react at all. She seemed not to notice the contact. "I believe you're no threat to us. I'm not so sure about hubby in there. When we leave I'll have to trust you to keep him tied up for a day or two. How will that be?"

"That's fine, yes. I'll do that, Max. You can trust me to do anything like that you say."

"Fine. Fine. I'm glad to see you're so cooperative." Max looked at her for a moment, and he remembered something he had wanted to ask her. "How come you warned me out there? If you hadn't said anything your sister would probably have parted my brain with that scythe."

"But she might not have. And then we'd all have been worse off. I don't want you to think you can't trust me, Max. I want you to know that I'm not going to take part in any attempt to harm you. Not even passively."

"But the chances were in her favor. In fact it was practically a sure thing."

"And what then? We'd have been trapped out there, while my husband and baby were in the house, and Pete was standing outside with two guns."

"You could have picked him off from the barn. I have the rifle. All he had were a shotgun and a pistol."

"Oh, hell, I don't know anything about shotguns and pistols and rifles. And I couldn't have hit Pete with your gun. And I doubt that Sally would have been able to, either. It would just have made things worse. Worse for Jim and Diane, especially, and no one means more to me than they do."

"Except maybe yourself?"

She looked at him for a moment, then lowered her eyes. "Maybe. I'm not brave. You know that."

"I sure do. And that's a good thing for you, honey. A brave woman would have been killed by now. Your sister and her little girl friend would be dead right now if it weren't that Pete wants to keep them around. When we leave I'm going to kill them. Do you have any objections to that?"

She stared at him for a while, and he could see that she was really searching into herself. "No," she said. "I'm not in any position to object. And I'm only interested in saving the three of us. Naturally, I don't like the thought of the others being killed, but I don't see that it's my job to stop it, or try to."

Max laughed. "You're really gutless, aren't you?" She didn't answer that. "I don't want you to tell them what I said. In fact, you might make it a point to tell them, the next time you're alone with them, if ever, that I told you that I didn't give a shit about Butch, and I've decided it isn't necessary to kill them after all. Not even Connie. You tell them that, honey. It'll make them a lot more likely to do as they're told. And they can still give us a lot of entertainment before we decide to leave this place."

"All right. I'll tell them whenever I get the chance."

"I know you will." Max laughed again. He reached up and took one of her breasts in his hand and cupped it. She shuddered. He wasn't sure whether it was a shudder of pleasure of disgust. Maybe a combination of the two. He pressed her back until she was lying on the bed, her feet and calves dangling over the side. Her thighs were slightly parted, and he could see the slit between them, barely. He ran his hand down from her tit over her ribcage and belly to her pussy. The mat of fur felt bristly under his palm. She looked up at him passively, as though waiting for him to go on with it. But her breathing was quicker and shallower, and he could tell that she had become excited against her will.

He slipped his thigh between hers and put his weight on her. Her breathing became more quick and shallow, and it wasn't all from the difficulty of breathing against his weight. She looked up at him with glazed eyes, and her hands moved over his arms, sending tingling pleasure through him.

Max raised his hips and unbuckled his belt. He pulled his pants open at the top and shoved them down. The fly had already been opened by Julie while she was getting ready to suck him off. He pushed his shorts down too, and his cock stuck out, stiff and ready. Julie looked down at it for a moment before he lowered his hips again, and he could see the brightness of sexual excitement in her eyes. She was ready, as ready as he was, and maybe a little more so.

He moved to cover her completely, and her hands cupped around her pussy to guide him in. She was eager, and he knew that she was desperate for it now. Max felt a weird sensation at seeing her turn on like this. He supposed it was a reaction against the threat of death. She was probably proving to herself, unconsciously, that she was still alive, still vital and able to feel and to desire.

He held his hips up a little teasing her, and she moaned and reached up with one hand to take his prick. She yanked it down to her snatch so hard, and so quickly, that he cried out in pain and surprise. But she centered him exactly and lay under him, her body heaving with desire. Then he came down onto her, and into her, his prick slipping in between her labia and deep into her belly. She let out a cry of pleasure and her hands flew away from her cunt and up to his shoulders. She circled his neck with her arms and held him close to her, embracing him with more fire than he could ever remember in a woman. She held to him, gripped him to her until he thought she was going to break his neck.