Hostage is the story of a disco-loving young woman, Belen. Belen is the star of the nightlife in a coastal town. Her breasts are the stuff of fantasies: full and firm, large but uplifted... They have wobbled and shaken their way across the disco floor many times, causing a thousand men to lick their lips and reach for their tissues...
Belen is the daughter of a weird prison governor, well-known for his abuse of female prisoners. She is seized in an attempt to force the governor to release one of his prisoners.
The criminals video the sessions in which Belen is ill-treated. They send the video to her father.
Unfortunately, her father does not react as expected. He makes himself comfortable and settles down to enjoy them in the company of one of his female prisoners...
The prisoner, a French woman called Margot, has "agreed" to be the governor's sex-slave in the hope of obtaining news of her daughters, who are also being held in the prison...
Hostage was originally a script written for the cinema. This gives it a strong visual quality and a tense pace and rhythm as action, humiliation and sadism pass before our eyes. It is lavishly illustrated with fifteen specially commissioned drawings by artist Badia.
FROM THE BOOK:
Lidia now opened her legs wide again. Belen did not know where to look. "Look at me!" Lidia said. "Look at my cunt! Put your head over it, just above it, and look at it! Don't be shy! Put your nose closer and sniff if you want to! It's only cunt juice and my period! By the way, do you use tampons, dear?"
Belen nodded. Everybody used them, more or less, it was a stupid question!
"Well what the fuck are you waiting for? You can see the string I suppose?"
Belen nodded. She had indeed noticed it. It was stuck to a tangled mass of hairs and folds of female flesh, intricate and repugnant to her...
She looked down at the swollen, purple lips of the woman's vagina, where the flesh was a brighter redder colour like the inside of a ripe fig, and she observed the thick, smelly mucous that was coming down from deep inside and covering everything...
To make things easier, Lidia slid down the armchair a little and brought her ankles up to the front corners of the chair, opening her legs wider still. She looked down and saw the lips of her vagina wrinkled and stuck together slightly at the top. She pulled them apart, revealing the long clitoris curling up like a monkey's long, thin penis.
"Can you see it OK now?"
The obscene posture brought with it a wave of heat and smell. Belen nodded. She felt dizzy.
"Well get on with the job then."
Belen held her breath again and lowered her head slowly towards the open vagina. She put out her tongue and tried to pick up the thread.
Lidia gave a little jerk that lifted her breasts, a kind of first small spasm caused by this intimate contact. She turned her head sideways and half-closed her eyes. She took a deeper breath and lay back, waiting for the next touch of the girl's mouth...
Belen could not catch the thread on her tongue however many times she tried. In the end she had no choice but to put her mouth down on the smelly vagina and pick the repugnant tampon up between her front teeth.
Lidia gazed in fascination at the beautiful face that came up holding an Extra-super Tampon dangling on the end of its thread. Blood dripped onto the floor...
She smiled. "Your father used to make me eat his toilet paper. After he'd used it."
Belen's stomach heaved. She twisted her head sideways, releasing the tampon, which fell heavily to the floor.
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