The renegade white slaver known only as Tyler is back, fighting to save an avenging heroine from a depraved rock star, his perverted roadies, his sadistic groupies, and his evil management. From the steel and glass prisons of New York to the glittering tinsel town sin centers of Los Angeles, Tyler battles the worse demons modern society has to offer! The first in a new series of Tyler thrillers, ROCK HARD, is now available. You can buy it to read instantly here or get an actually printed copy here.
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“Laura’s first scream was suffocated by the shock of Eddie yanking her dress top open and assailing her chest. He mauled her full, firm tits like a masseur possessed. They were giving under his hands, the round nipples tickling his palms. Laura tried to pull away, her eyes shocked saucers, but her movement only moved her chest further into his grip -- her captive wrists and arms making her breasts bulge all the more.
Marv knew that it was only a matter of seconds before she loosed her lips from his hand and started screeching.
“Hit her,” he demanded of the sodden rock star. “Hit her in the stomach. Knock the wind out of her.” He yanked her head back to his shoulder by her mouth, while pulling down her arms by her wrists with his other hand.
Eddie smiled distantly, as if he hadn’t heard, and kept kneaded her tits. Laura shook and twisted, her eyes rolling in agony, then squeezing shut as she desperately tried to get loose of the two men’s bodies.
Marv felt her lips part and her teeth scrape against his palm. He looked down at the thrashing shape in his hands and glimpsed the “He then ground his hips against hers, his leather pants opening the slit skirt like a curtain, revealing her extraordinary, tensed, legs.
When the roadie looked at the girl again, he saw her wide open eyes staring off, and her jaw working. The rag in her mouth was shifting from between her wrenched open lips like silk from a worm.
“The tape, Eddie,” Marv hissed. “The gaffer’s tape on my belt. Stick it over her mouth. Shut her up!”
His words had no effect on the man. Eddie was trying to fuck her through his leather pants. But they had ample effect on the woman. Laura kept her eyes shut, moving her head forward and back as if she were slowly agreeing with someone. Instead, she was single- mindedly trying to force the rancid, oily cloth off her tongue, to the front of her teeth, and out her mouth.
“Not now,” Marv begged the rock star. “You’ve got a show.”
The roadie should have known better. He knew that Eddie had screwed many a groupie just before showtime … often in the wings just before he stumbled out. So, instead of getting the tape, Eddie moved one hand to Laura’s[…]”