In the past, people with diversified sexual, tastes have felt the need to hide their so-called "deviant" or "aberrant" proclivities. Often, those individuals with seemingly unusual sexual appetites have deemed it essential to deny the pleasure derived from experiencing their actual desires.
However, some recent psychological studies have demonstrated that it may indeed be psychologically healthier to confront and accept one's true passions, regardless of how strange they may appear to others.
TORTURED VIRGIN is the story of Leslie Brown, a strong-minded young teenager who, having long suppressed her sensuous nature, finally overcomes her dilemma, and, as a result, discovers her true self.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, my-!"
Little Leslie Brown gasped, her cry for help cut off as a huge hand slapped firmly over her mouth. She was jerked off her feet and yanked backward against the man's gigantic body.
Leslie grabbed at the wrist around her trim waist. She kicked out frantically, blindly, fighting with all her might to free herself from the hugging arm. But her legs flailed into the air, kicking nothing. Her delicate little fingers tore at the iron band of the man's forearm. He was squeezing her tummy so hard she couldn't breathe.
She felt herself lifted higher. He dragged her back into the alley.
Leslie's heart pounded hard in her chest.
Oh, my God! He's going to rape me!
She went limp. She felt the strength drain from her limbs. The hand over her mouth ground down hard, crushing her soft lips against her sharp teeth. It hurt terribly!
Tears flooded out of her pretty blue eyes.
Leslie whimpered quietly as she felt herself dragged down the long dark alley. Her little fists clutched the hairy arm over her tummy; her knuckles turned white from the strain.
She moaned as she was finally dragged behind a huge dark-green garbage dumpster. Then the man's hand slipped upward, crushing into her nose.
He was going to suffocate her!
Nooooo! Leslie screamed in her mind. Her hands flew to the fingers cupping her mouth and nose and clawed wildly, trying to pull them away so she could breathe!
Oh, God! God!
She tried to twist her face aside. She kicked and jerked and struggled as hard and as violently as she could. But the man was just too terribly strong.
Suddenly, a door opened. A dull orange light flashed briefly into the alley. It cut off as the door slammed shut on a squeaky spring.
The man holding Leslie froze. Footsteps approached their hiding place.
Leslie snorted silently as the arm around her tummy tightened. The palm over her mouth yanked her head back firmly against the man's body. She tried to suck air into her little lungs, but she couldn't.
She couldn't breathe.
Her lungs burned.
She kicked out again, trying to make noise by knocking something over. But the man holding her threw one leg over her legs and scissored them tightly closed.
She was helpless. She wanted to scream: "Please! Don't kill me! Don't suffocate me! I'm only a little girl! Today is my birthday! Please! Don't kill meeeee!
Her lungs felt like they were going to burst.
Her brain throbbed. She felt herself getting very dizzy.
A loud clatter of noise and a huge plastic bag filled with tin cans was heaved into the dumpster. Footsteps shuffled away. Another brief flash of orange light, and the door slammed shut again.
Silence.
Except for the roaring pounding of blood in her ears. Her arms tingled and went limp.
The man clamped her body even tighter. He brought his lips close to her ear.
"One fucking peep, kid! One fucking little peep, and you're dead meat! Understand?"
His whisper was harsh and urgent.
Leslie nodded weakly. Everything seemed to be getting so hot and hazy and far away.
Suddenly, the grip against her face relaxed. The hand slipped away from her nostrils, and Leslie sucked in a deep painful gulp of air, filling her burning lungs. She blew it out hard, then sucked deeper, filling her lungs to capacity. Her heart was pounding like a gigantic triphammer in her chest.
She could suddenly feel the hard beat of the man's heart, too. He was as scared as she was. Or was it the excitement?
Slowly, his palm slipped away from her lips, his fingers moving down over her chin to her soft slender throat. He wrapped his fingers completely around her neck.
He squeezed harder, then relaxed, letting the child know he could very easily break her fucking little neck, if he wanted to, if she struggled too hard, or made too much noise, while he raped her.
Leslie tried hard to calm herself down. She forced herself to take one deep breath at a time. Slowly, the pounding of her heart eased, just a little.
But she couldn't shake her fear.
Her young mind was in a fog. She knew, intellectually, what was going to happen to her body. But it didn't seem real. No! It couldn't be real! It was happening to some other little girl. Not Leslie.
She was so scared!
Her head was forced backward in the man's painful grip around her throat. Her blue eyes fluttered. She was looking directly into his squinty angry eyes. How horrible! She shut her eyes tightly.
She swallowed with great difficulty. And immediately, she felt the man tighten his grip!
Please! Leslie whimpered to herself!
"Swallow again," the man commanded in a whisper.
Leslie complied. She worked up a bit of saliva and gulped hard. It hurt! He was clutching her slim throat so tight. Her eyes watered with the pain.
"Again," he ordered. His voice was low and trembling, but oddly gentle.
Leslie did the best she could, with her neck bent back. But it hurt so bad. And her mouth was so dry. A few tears slipped from under her tightly shut eyelids, and trickled down her cheeks, wetting the man's trembling hand.
"You got a beautiful throat, kid!" he whispered to her.
Leslie shuddered. Oh, God, he's really insane! He's going to hurt me! But she tried her best to give him a smile, a really pretty smile. Maybe he'd let her go home if she smiled nice and pretty.
Suddenly, the man pressed his dry lips down over Leslie's sweet moist mouth. His hard thin lips hurt her. His crooked teeth battered and scraped against her own immaculate straight clean teeth. She felt the awful disgusting mass of his dry old tongue forcing its way into her mouth. To keep from tasting the horrible thing, Leslie yanked her tongue deep into the back of her throat, and yawned her mouth as wide as she could. She felt the man's tongue wiggling around in the hot moist cavern of her mouth.
She struggled briefly, trying to turn her face away from his mouth. But he gripped her throat tighter and growled. She held her face where he wanted it.
He began chewing on her lips. He gnawed on her full sensuous lips, biting them and sucking on them until they were red and sore.
She went limp in his arms, and let it happen. She prayed this was all he wanted from her. A little hugging and kissing, a little touching.
Then she felt his leg unwrap from her thighs. His arm relaxed from her tummy, and she took her first full deep breath in several minutes. She sucked in air with deep pleasure. Her lungs expanded fully, and she breathed greedily.
And then she gasped. The man's hand leaped to her chest. He cupped her small tit with his palm, massaging her tiny mound through the sleek material of her blouse and bra.
Oh, nooooo! Leslie whimpered in her mind.
Her hand flew down to her chest and she grabbed his hand. But he simply yanked backward hard on her throat and growled low again. She let her hand flutter away.
He was far too strong for such a tiny child.
Leslie was a lovely catch. She was tiny and frail, small breasted, with long blonde hair that reached almost to her waist. Her little hips were just beginning to flare into the softer curves of womanhood. She was a physical, delight.
She moaned as she felt his hand cupping her apple-sized tit mound, rubbing firmly over her blouse, mashing her soft nipple into the meaty little glove of her tit.
The horrible mouth covering her lips nibbled at her with more and more urgency. She winced as he bit her lips and her cheek hard. Her whole body began shaking with sobs as she finally let go, and began crying.
He pulled his mouth away from her face.
Leslie, weeping, left her mouth wide-open, in case he was going to come back inside with his fat wiggling snake of a tongue. But he began nipping at her earlobe. His sharp teeth w nipped at the soft lobe, nicking her skin. His harsh breath roared against her eardrum, sounding to the little girl like some rasping gasping monster out of her worst nightmares.
The hand at her tit was massaging wildly. It roved from one small tit to the other, mashing into her mounds with the heel of his thumb, grinding the tiny lumps of girl flesh into her rib cage, hurting her.
She felt her blouse rubbing back and forth over her tight little training bra cups. She was so small in her tits that she had only recently begun wearing a bra. She was quite far behind some of her girlfriends in physical development. She had practically no cunt hair. She was a nice, happy girl, though, and she had a lot of girlfriends and even more boyfriends. She was extremely popular.
And right now, all her friends were sitting around in the dark at her house, waiting for her to come home from the movie so they could jump out and surprise her.
It was her birthday.
And there was a surprise party waiting for her at home.
"Ann!" she gasped. The man worked her soft little nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and was pinching it hard.
"Please!" she gasped. Her throat contracted painfully under the man's iron-like grip. "Please don't hurt me!"
Only a loud snort greeted her begging. She felt his fingers give her tit a harder pinch, and then move to her throat.
The painful grip on her throat finally relaxed. He slipped his arm behind her shoulder blades, cuddling her small body in the crook of his elbow. He settled back against the alley wall, and sighed. He hugged her, rubbing his nose over her freshly washed hair. It smelled so fresh and clean and young.
The button at Leslie's neck came free in his fingers. She whined as she felt the material loosen. He pushed the collar aside, exposing the soft pulsing flesh of her neck.
He lifted his face away from her pretty hair, and looked down at her exposed neck. He seemed fascinated by the smoothness of her skin. He watched her tiny pulse throb for a few seconds, then bent forward and kissed it. Leslie whimpered loudly.
"Shhhh!" he warned quickly.
He raised his face again, and watched his own hand work the next button free. When he spread it back away from her skin, her brand new bra, stark white, lay exposed. His cock went rigid.
Leslie caught her breath when she heard the man gasp at the sight of her bra. Her tits were heaving hard, filling the white cups with two little mounds of warm girlhood. And the silken cups were so sheer, so translucent, that even in the darkness of the alley, he could easily see the darker circles of the little girl's nipples.
Leslie's nipples were soft and unresponsive within the confining bra cups.
She whimpered as he shifted around. He lifted her body a bit and slipped the blouse back off her bony shoulders. The other buttons held it tightly over her tits. He simply grabbed the front of the material and pulled. The rest of the buttons popped and scattered all over the street of the alley.
He jerked the sleeves awkwardly down her thin arms and yanked the buttoned cuffs off her wrists. She grunted as he shoved her over forward and pulled hard. The cuff buttons popped, too. He threw the blouse against the base of the dumpster.
He stroked her long hair. Then he rested one hand over her bra encased young tit.
"So soft and warm!" he muttered, lost in the thrill of feeling this young child's body.
Leslie sniffled.
"Shhhhh, little girl. You're so pretty! So soft, and small, and sexy!"
Leslie sniffed, then shuddered. The hand on her tit wasn't soooo bad. It rested there, warm and heavy. But she knew it would soon be moving again, hurting her, feeling her all over.
She tried pleading with the man, again.
"Sir? Please let me go home, sir. Today is my birthday, sir. Please don't hurt me any more. Please?"
The man seemed to frown and look at the girl harder, as though seeing her for the first time. His eyes focused on her pretty eyes for a moment, but then they glazed over again, and went dark and angry.
"Shut up, kid! I'll do what I want to you, and you'll take it all! Understand?"
Leslie's lips trembled.
"Y . . . yes, sir," she stammered weakly.
Her tummy quivered as the man slipped one of the bra straps off her shoulder. This was it. He was going to strip her completely. The strap slid down her arm to the crook of her elbow. She moaned quietly as the other strap followed. She felt her body being shifted again, lifted, and a hand fumbled at the hook in the middle of her back. With a sudden release of tension, the bra cups slipped down off her small tits.
He yanked the whole bra away from her body, pulling the shoulder straps roughly off her wrists and throwing the tiny white garment down beside the child's discarded blouse.
Leslie wanted to scream!
She cringed as she felt his rough palm return to her tit. It cupped gently over the hot flesh of the teen-ager's pert breast, his thumb resting firmly on her pale brown nipple.
The child's hands rested together in her lap.
Her fingers shook as she locked her hands together, fighting the urge to reach up and tear his hand from her virgin tit.
She felt herself being lowered backward, the arm under her shoulders moving down low to the small of her back, so that the youngster was arched backward over the man's forearm. Her head rested on the filthy alley street, her long beautiful hair flowing around her onto the dusty oily bricks.
"Raise your arms, kid!" he commanded. Leslie rubbed her hands together over her tummy. They were sweaty. She slowly lifted her arms above her head. Her fingers clenched into tight fists.
This stretched position flattened her small tits against her chest. She looked nearly breastless. The man's cock throbbed hard, desperately hurting and aching to be shoved up the little girl's tight virgin pussy.
He loved them young. The younger the better, to a point. He liked a little tit, a little hip flare, but he was really turned on by a hairless cunt, she was soft, smooth, clean, tight and virgin!
He circled her soft nipple with the tip of his finger. He delighted in the little gasps she made. He poked his finger into the soft dark circle of her nipple, and pressed it deep into the flattened mound of her breast, driving the flesh so deep he could feel her thin ribs.
Leslie cried out in pain.
"Quiet, bitch! I'll bust your fucking neck, kid!"
Leslie bit her lips and moaned quietly.
She felt more shifting. She felt the man's hot breath on her bare skin. Noooo! She caught her breath, cutting off a shriek, as she felt the man's mouth plaster itself to her little tit. He sucked her whole mound into his mouth, gnawing down with his jagged teeth and tonguing the child's soft, unresponsive nipple with the tip of his rough tongue.
He moaned, tasting the sweet virgin sweat on her smooth skin.
Leslie groaned in despair.
She shook her head, denying the sucking mouth on her young tits. She cringed and shuddered as she felt his mouth move from one tit to the other, nipping into her nipples and pulling them away from her chest as far as they could possibly go without tearing right off her body.
The pain was growing unbearable!
She was rocking from side to side, her hair sweeping up the grime and dust from the bricks. She had to bite her own soft lips to keep herself from screaming.
But she couldn't bear it.
She just couldn't!
She arched upright, pushing his face away from her chest, shoving hard and violently at the man's head, and rolling off his lap across the filthy, glass-littered bricks. She tried to scramble to her feet. If she could only get up, she could run away, screaming. She opened her mouth wide to shout for help.
And a thick oily rag, soaked with warm stagnant water, slopped hard into her mouth. It slid back into her throat until the child was gagging on it and clawing at it.
But by then, he was on her.
His palm held the cloth in place, while he threw her flat on her tummy-diving hard on top of her and crushing her bare chest into the broken glass and the bricks.
Leslie screamed over and over into the wet thick gag, but only a muffled moan escaped.
She fought hard, kicking up behind her with her heels, trying to throw the man off her back. But he was yanking backward on her head, cupping her face and chin as he jerked her neck, trying to break it.
Suddenly, the girl went limp.
All the fight was gone.
She simply lay there, breathing hard and fast.
The man on top of her was breathing raggedly, too. He held her head bent back, his hand keeping the gag in her mouth. He made certain the fight was completely gone out of her, then slowly lifted up off her body. But his hand kept a tight hold on her face, his thumb and fingers gouging into her cheeks, mashing the soft inner flesh against her teeth.
"Mother-fucking little bitch! You're gonna regret the fucking hell outta that move, kid!"
He sat upright and straddled the child's bare back. He fumbled in his pockets for a second, and pulled out several lengths of leather thongs, especially prepared for this moment.
He dropped one thong over the child's face, hooked it over the wet cloth in her mouth, then wrapped it a couple of times around her head-yanking hard so that it lodged between her teeth and held the cloth deep in her mouth, her jaws wide-open and strained.
He lifted her long lovely hair out of the way, and tied the leather strip tightly behind her neck. The knot was hidden when he let her soft hair fall back down over her shoulders.
And she was gagged but good.
He'd had that cloth soaking in a small bucket of water and piss all day, just for this purpose. And once he got this kid back to his own place, he had all kinds of things to amaze and torture the young girl's body.
Leslie groaned into the gag. It tasted just awful. It was dripping down her throat. She had to sallow great trickles of the foulest-tasting liquid she'd ever tasted in her life. It was warm and sickening in her mouth and throat, but there was no way to dislodge the thing from between her aching jaws. She could only hold her tongue back away from the soggy mass and try not to swallow at all.
"Oh, yeah! You're gonna wish you'd just laid there and let me play with those sweet little titties of yours, baby girl! 'Cause now it's gonna hurt and hurt!"
He grabbed her arms and twisted them roughly behind her bare back, grinding her soft tits harder into the shattered glass and tiny sharp stones on the bricks. The hard sharp edges gouged into her smooth skin-scratched and hurt and cut!
But all the child felt was the tightness of the thong being wrapped around her frail wrists. He was yanking the string tight. Her wrists were locked so tightly together that her hands throbbed. The circulation was cut off. She worked her shoulders briefly to test the strength of the bonds, but there was no use struggling. They were tight. She'd never free her wrists.
He turned around on her body, bouncing his heavy ass down on the small of her back as he faced her feet. He wrapped a thin thong around her knees, above the knee socks she was wearing. He scooted down on her thighs so he could reach her ankles, then bound them together, too.
"OK, bitch! Time for a little ride!" he said. His voice was shaking with excitement. She was so fucking lovely. And she was all his. All his, to play with to his heart's delight!
He got off her body, and knelt beside her. She was quivering violently, weeping against the hard cold bricks, her pretty face buried under the soft silken cloud of her long blonde hair.
The man's cock was bursting at his zipper.
He lifted her roughly, then carried her light little body down the alley to the far end. There, he quickly threw her tiny body onto the floor of the trunk and slammed the lid down on her.
It was utterly black inside the trunk.
Leslie screamed into the gag, terrified of the tightly closed compartment and the stifling darkness.
She screamed again, and just before she fainted, she emptied her bowels and bladder into her taut white panties, soaking them with her hot piss and staining them and filling them with her hot moist shit.
CHAPTER TWO
The car bounced wildly over the old dirt road, but little Leslie didn't feel it. She was unconscious.
She came around once, sometime during the trip, and screamed insanely into the filthy piss-soaked gag until her throat was throbbing and sore. But the only sound was a muffled moan.
She smelled the strong stench of her own shit, and her own cold piss, and slowly sank back down into oblivion.
The man behind the wheel was sweating hard. His heart had not stopped racing madly since the moment he'd grabbed the pretty little girl.
He licked his lips over and over as he drove, thinking about the things he was going to do to her body.
She was such a little beauty. So petite. And he was such a huge man, with an immense cock that knew just how to split a tight cunt wide-open.
"Damn!" he cursed, gripping the wheel harder. The car swerved around a corner, skidding over onto the shoulder. A steep incline fell away to the river on the right, and a steeper hill came right down to the roadway on the left. And in the dark, it was dangerous going.
The tires squealed again, sliding sideways across the stony road. The whole car lurched hard, and the rear end swerved, throwing the child in the truck against the side wall.
She didn't feel it.
"Fucking damned car!" the man screamed, gripping the wheel in a stranglehold. He was sweating hard, his heart battering at his ribs. It hurt. It hurt like hell.
He let go of the wheel with one hand, and clutched at his chest.
"Oh, my God!" he shouted, gasping hard, sucking air, and suddenly falling onto his side on the seat.
The car whipped back and forth across the road, bouncing and rocking wildly. It slammed into the hillside, veered back across the narrow road and over the soft shoulder and skidded at an angle down the slope toward the river.
The man fell to the floor of the front seat, bouncing limply, his knee jamming between the seat and the pedal, locking the brakes.
The car slid down the grassy slope and spun as the brakes locked. It skidded to a stop, its rear wheels splashing into the rushing water, sinking slightly into the mud.
The man was dead. A huge hole had blown in his heart, caused by the pounding pressure of his excitement and a weak artery. His cock would never puncture little Leslie's virgin pussy.
The police were of no help. The officer on the night desk told the caller he couldn't accept a missing person report if the kid was less than a mother-fucking hour overdue, damn it! He slammed the phone down in annoyance.
Jerry slammed the phone down himself.
"I don't believe it! He won't do a thing!"
The other boys and girls had gathered around him.
"I know she's in trouble!" Jerry said firmly. "She knew we were planning this party. We all gave her enough hints. Shit!"
He pushed through the crowd and began pacing rapidly, running his hand briskly through his dark hair. Leslie was his special girl. They'd been going steady for more than three months. Damn it! And that fucking movie had let out more than an hour ago.
He chewed his lips.
He was shaking, partly in fear for his young girlfriend, partly in anger at the policeman. He had to do something. He couldn't just sit around for the next twenty-four hours, waiting for enough time to pass so that he could file a missing person report. And even then, they probably wouldn't do anything.
Jerry gritted his teeth, whirled and paced faster.
Even now, whoever had taken little Leslie could be doing God only knew what to that beautiful little pussy of hers.
And she had promised it to him.
Tonight!
Last week, coyly, the young girl had hinted that on her birthday she would give him a very special present. And the way she had demurely cupped her young tit with one hand, and let the other slip down and brush the front of her short skirt, right over her cunt, had told him exactly what she was going to give him.
Herself!
Damn it! His cock ached. It throbbed wildly. He had been eagerly waiting for tonight, waiting for the party to end so he could be alone with his young girlfriend-and her pretty little tits, and her wonderful virgin cunt!
He wanted to scream.
"I'm going after her!" he shouted. "Who's going to help me find her?"
Everybody! They, too, were worried about the missing girl, frightened that she was in really bad trouble.
Together, they tore out of the house. Jerry and a couple of the other boys ran all the way to the theater and started backtracking. At each alleyway, they dashed wildly from one end to the other, flashing their lights into every possible nook and cranny.
Within half an hour of starting their search, one of the boys found Leslie's blouse and bra.
Jerry took it out of his hand.
"Oh, my God!" he cried.
He wanted to sit down and bawl, but his mind was racing. Time was critical. He barked orders to the boys around him.
"Knock on doors. Find out if anybody heard anything. Anything! Screams, struggling, maybe the sound of a car back in here! Get moving! Move!"
He grabbed the nearest boy's arm, and pulled him along as he explained. They ran all the way to the police station. Jerry burst into the tiny room, and threw the flimsy garments on the night officer's desk.
"These belong to Leslie Brown, Officer! She's been kidnapped! We found the spot she was taken from. You've got to help us find her!"
The sergeant looked the clothing over, picking it up and shaking it out. He eyed the bra critically.
"Very pretty," he said. He sat back down. "Now, you boys want to get this junk out of here?"
"Officer, this isn't a joke. We're not playing a game. Leslie Brown is missing. She was supposed to be at a surprise birthday party tonight, and she didn't show up. We backtracked from the theater; and we found her clothes in an alley. Jim, tell him it's true! Please, sir!"
The sergeant snorted and picked up his newspaper again.
"Twenty-four hours, boys. Come back tomorrow, same time, same place. See what we can do for you then."
He dismissed them curtly.
Jerry was shaking with rage.
Jim grabbed his arm and pulled him outside. Jerry sank down to the steps, clutching his girlfriend's tiny bra in his trembling fists. He bent over and began crying into the soft cool material.
Wendy Young was crying, too.
After she got the news that they'd found Leslie's clothing, she ran all the way home, racing blindly along the sidewalk, and locked herself in her bedroom. She threw herself onto her bed, and began screaming into her pillow, clawing at it in horror and despair.
Leslie was her very best girlfriend. The thought that poor little Leslie was being stripped and raped, maybe even tortured, right this very moment, drove Wendy into hysteria.
Wendy clutched the pillow and sobbed her heart out. Her body shook hard. Images of Leslie filled her mind. Leslie screaming and struggling against some dark huge man as fingers grabbed at her little tits. Leslie lying demurely on her own bed, with Wendy stroking those same small mounds.
Wendy shuddered hard, then rolled over onto her back. She blinked back her tears, and tried to focus her mind on the good things. She let her mind move back through time to the day before yesterday. How beautiful it had been!
Upstairs in her bedroom after school, Leslie had just slipped out of her school clothes. She was about to try on the nice new under things her mother had gotten her for her birthday, even though it was still two days away. Her mother and father had other plans for that day, and they were leaving in the morning. They had given Leslie her birthday presents before she'd left for school this morning, a new set of underclothes, and a two hundred dollar gift certificate at one of the most expensive clothing stores in town.
Leslie sighed. She liked the money, but she would much rather have had her parents home on her birthday. But they were always on the go. Leslie shook her head, but finished undressing and picked up the box with her bra in it.
There was a light knock at the door.
"Leslie? Your mom said to come on up. You in there?"
"Yes, Wendy. Just a minute."
Leslie quickly donned a thickly quilted robe, then yanked the door open. Wendy burst into the room, whirling and shutting the door. She was giggling.
"Hey! What's up?" Leslie asked with a wide grin. She tied the cloth belt around her waist in a knot over her hip.
"Oh! Wait until you hear!" Wendy laughed, throwing herself onto Leslie's bed. Her long slender legs flew wide apart. Her short skirt flipped up over her tummy, revealing her tight blue silk panties. Leslie's eyes locked on the dark triangle under the girl's taut panty crotch!
Leslie's own pussy had a slight downy muff of blonde hair, but it was so light in color that it made her look hairless.
But Wendy! Wow!
Leslie caught herself staring and glanced away. But Wendy had seen where her girlfriend was looking.
Wendy licked her lips. She had always been interested in Leslie, and not just as a girlfriend. She felt a deep longing to touch and hold and caress the other girl. She loved Leslie.
Wendy opened her knees wider. She began moving her legs and her tummy and her puffy cunt mound up and down on the bed in a slow inviting undulating motion. She began bouncing her tight little ass on the mattress, just like she was fucking.
Leslie couldn't keep her eyes away from her friend's crotch.
Wendy smiled as she saw Leslie blush.
And Leslie gulped. Wendy had a lot of hair. A few stray curls of rich brown cunt hair peeked out from under the tight elastic of the leg holes on her panties. The curly pussy hairs rested against the bare flesh of her thighs, curled and matted to her soft skin!
Leslie's blush grew redder. She was embarrassed to be looking so openly at Wendy's most private parts. Yet Wendy didn't seem to mind. She could plainly see that Leslie was looking hard. And she was pumping her pussy into the air on purpose. She was enjoying Leslie's blatant gaze.
Leslie suddenly tore her eyes from the wonderful darkness between Wendy's slim thighs. She turned and picked up the narrow box that contained her new bra. She sat down on her bed with her back to her friend, her face very red and hot.
Wendy reached out and stroked Leslie's wrist very lightly.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to look at me down there, Leslie. It's perfectly natural. And I don't mind. I kind of like it, in fact."
Her voice was calm and warm, soothing and very gentle. Leslie cleared her throat, and nodded slightly.
"Hey!" she said, the sudden enthusiasm in her voice somewhat strained as she tried to change the subject. "What had you giggling so hard when you came in?"
Wendy stroked the girl's wrist a little longer, then sighed and sat up, pushing her hem down to her knees and scooting over beside Leslie.
"You know that girl who just moved here? The one with the really awful red hair?"
"Uh, Norma?"
"Yeah. Norma. Well, guess what? She's gonna have a baby! And guess whose baby it's gonna be. You'll never guess in a million years!"
Leslie shrugged, but her heart gave a skip. Oh, no. Please don't let it be Jerry. She froze for a split-second, then a horrible shudder ran through her body. She relaxed. No way. She grinned a bit as she recalled her promise to the handsome young man the last time they'd gone out.
No way it could be Jerry. Wendy was giggling into her cupped palms. "Billy Dawson!" she shrieked into her hands.
"I don't believe it!" Leslie gasped. Her embarrassment was quickly forgotten as the two youngsters giggled and snickered over the situation between their classmates. As they chattered away, Leslie opened the box and drew out her brand-new bra. It was certainly beautiful. She held it up and touched the silken cups, the lacework over the tops of the cups and the softness of the straps. Lovely.
And Wendy took advantage of her girlfriend's lack of attention. She leaned close, pretending to be very interested in the bra, and carefully slipped free the knot over Leslie's hip. She had gotten so hot and bothered, letting Leslie look at her cunt, that she was willing to take a chance. She wanted to see Leslie's tits.
"It's really pretty, Les!" she said enthusiastically. "I love it!"
Leslie sucked her lower lip. If only her mother and father could stay home for her birthday. How happy she'd be. She sighed deeply.
Wendy noticed the sigh immediately. She felt her friend slump.
"What's bothering you, Leslie?" she asked tenderly, slipping her arm around the girl's shoulders. She pulled her close, and Leslie let herself be held.
Wendy gladly snuggled the girl closer, hugging her. She slipped the knot completely open, and loosened the front of Leslie's thick robe, touching, patting and stroking. Leslie accepted the touches and caresses as a matter of course, letting her best friend comfort her. She needed to be comforted so badly.
Leslie had spent the past few years nearly totally ignored by her parents. It was beginning to affect her. She'd pretended it didn't bother her for a long time. After all, she had lots of friends. She was popular at school. And she had all the money she needed to buy the nicest clothes.
But she needed more!
She needed a mother who would spend time with her. Talk and walk with her, explain those mysterious things that had been happening to her body lately. Help her with her desires, her choices, her life! Damn it all.
She sniffled. Wendy stroked over the wide collar on the robe and slipped her fingers inside against the soft warm skin of Leslie's pulsing throat.
Leslie moaned.
Wendy pushed her advantage. She slid her whole hand inside the front of the robe, and rubbed the flat of her palm against the upper slope of Leslie's right tit.
Leslie was resting her head against Wendy's shoulder, whining to herself, breathing in sharp little gasps as she pitied herself.
Suddenly, she realized what was happening!
"Wendy! What are you doing!" she protested. She jerked her body upright, yanked at Wendy's wrist and pulled her hand off her tit. She clutched the edges of the robe tightly together at her throat, and stared wide-eyed at her friend.
Wendy turned bright red.
She stammered for a moment, then lowered her eyes.
"I ... I just wanted to see your tits, Leslie," she whispered.
Leslie stared at the girl's lovely brown eyes, reading there the innocence of her desire. Her own deep desire to be hugged and held and loved suddenly swept over her, overwhelming her. She reached out, and grabbed Wendy, wrapping her arms around her neck and pulling her close. Wendy moaned.
She sniffed back tears as she lifted her arms around Leslie's back, hugging her hard.
Finally, the two young girls broke their embrace, and sat back, looking at each other guiltily. Leslie made her decision. Slowly, she reached up and began pushing the collar of her robe open. Wendy watched, wide-eyed, licking her lips. Leslie slipped the thick quilting back off her shoulders, shrugging the heavy material down her arms to her elbows.
As the robe slipped down the child's slim arms, it parted automatically, exposing her firm young tits to Wendy's wondering gaze.
Wendy sat still, staring at Leslie's bare chest. She watched the gentle rise and fall of her sweet young breasts. She drank in the vision of those two lovely little tits, high and round on Leslie's smooth chest, perfectly formed and unblemished. Her breasts were tipped with the most succulent delicious-looking nipples, pale and puckered and a lovely rich pinkish-brown.
Leslie blushed a little, but let her girlfriend look all she wanted to. After all, Wendy had just let Leslie look at her body, in the most private place of all. Fair was fair. Leslie even pulled her shoulders back a little bit, accenting the upthrust beauty of her little tits.
Wendy looked long and hard. She had never seen another girl's breasts. Her own mother was prudish beyond belief. No one in her house was ever seen even partly undressed.
And poor little Wendy, for all the magnificent bush of lush pussy down she carried between her strong thighs, was utterly, absolutely flat chested!
Not the slightest hint of a tit mound puffed out her blouse. It caused her endless frustration and embarrassment. And not a little bit of fear that she would never have tits.
She longed to have huge knockers! But her own mother was almost as flat as she was, and the future didn't look too bright for her chest. And to make matters worse, her boyfriend absolutely loved big tits. The bigger the better. On every date they had, he pointed out at least a dozen other girls and licked his chops at them, grinning down at Wendy's own flat unfilled blouse.
She didn't even have to wear a bra.
And worst of all, her nipples were big. Big and dark and oh soooo sensitive. The slightest touch sent them into thrilling erection. And they poked out the front of her blouse so obviously, so tiny and pointy, that it just brought everyone's attention to the fact she had no big tits.
She looked Leslie's breasts over carefully.
They were so damned pretty. How she longed to have such tits. To Wendy, even these small bumps were huge!
"God! How beautiful they are, Leslie!" she whispered, her throat tight.
Wendy's hands clutched at the front of her skirt, kneading the soft material hard. She wanted nothing more in the world right now than to reach out and touch those firm breasts! Her hands shook! But she just didn't dare try it.
Leslie read her need.
"You . . . you can touch them, Wendy."
It was soft and gentle. It was as though her tits were far away and belonged to somebody else. When Wendy touched them with her tender soft hands, cupping the smooth undersides and lifting them slightly, feeling the weight in her palms, Leslie moaned. Ohhhhh! She had never dreamed that being felt by another girl could feel so good.
When Jerry grabbed her tits, he did just that. He grabbed. He crushed. He ground her tiny mounds back into her rib cage until she wanted to scream at him.
But this! Wendy's hands were, like silken feathers, touching so lightly, stroking so sweetly.
Leslie felt as though her nipples were vibrating. They grew hard. Wendy brushed her thumbs quickly back and forth over them and they popped into such hardness that Leslie thought they would really explode!
"Oh!" she cried, delighted.
"Did I hurt you," Wendy gasped, jerking her hands away.
Leslie grabbed Wendy's hands and pressed them back against her breasts, arching her back to press her small mounds firmly into the girl's palms.
"No! It felt wonderful! Don't stop!"
Wendy relaxed. Leslie smiled at her. Both girls signed slowly, and settled down to the game of touching and exploring Leslie's young tits.
Wendy soon found herself bending closer and closer, and she suddenly realized that she was about to kiss one of her girlfriend's nipples.
No! I can't go that far! Not yet!
She didn't want Leslie to get scared. And besides, she was a little scared herself. She'd never touched a girl like this before, and it was overpowering, exciting beyond words. Her heart was battering at her ribs. Her breath was ragged and shallow. She felt hot and sweaty.
Wendy didn't realize that Leslie was dying to feel her lips on her breasts.
Leslie was quivering. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. She was praying that the young girl would bend just that little bit closer, so she pressed her tit to her lips and made her kiss her nipple.
But Wendy suddenly sat upright. She picked up the new bra, her hands shaking badly. When she spoke, her voice was weak and broken.
"Let . . . let's put this on you . . . OK?"
Leslie closed her eyes briefly. She wet her lips. She nodded.
Wendy took the crisp new bra and unfolded it carefully again. She lifted the silky cups up against Leslie's breasts, fitting them over her firm full little mounds. Leslie helped her by shoving her hands and arms through the narrow straps. She sat still while Wendy adjusted the straps over her thin shoulders.
Leslie lowered her arms and turned her back, letting Wendy hook the strap in the middle of her back. Wendy's fingers shook badly as they pulled the ends of the strap together between Leslie's sharply pointed shoulder blades. She fumbled for a moment, but finally got it hooked tight.
Leslie turned back toward her girlfriend, cupping the new bra and shifting her tits and her shoulders until the cups felt comfortable.
But her pussy felt very uncomfortable! It itched. It felt all slippery and warm and gushy.
Leslie tried to ignore the funny feeling between her legs, and she posed for her friend.
"How do you like it?" she asked, smiling, still cupping the undersides of her small breasts.
Wendy gulped and blushed bright-red.
Leslie lowered her hands to her lap and simply sat there, facing Wendy. And Wendy leaned forward, her emotions washing over her in hot mind-boggling waves. She mashed her eager lips hard against Leslie's moist pouty mouth.
Leslie gasped, but quickly shut her eyes, and pressed her own lips against Wendy's, her lips warm and soft and slippery.
Their first kiss. It was sweet and tender, their lips brushing so lightly, then suddenly hard and urgent, then lightly again. Wendy slipped her tongue over Leslie's lips, stroking insistently at the crease between them. She pressured the tip of her tongue between Leslie's lips, caressed the beautiful straight clean teeth inside the child's hot mouth.
Both girls moaned. They both felt their nipples pop into erect nubs of rigid sensitivity.
Wendy kissed Leslie with her lips and sucked the very tip of her soft warm tongue until Leslie stuck it into Wendy's mouth and let her suck hard. It felt funny. But good! And Wendy's mouth tasted so delicious.
Wendy sucked hard. She sucked and gnawed on Leslie's soft tongue, trying to suck it deep into her mouth, almost pulling it out by its roots. Leslie whimpered in quiet gasps at the sharp little pains deep in her tongue. But it felt so odd, in such a nice way, that she let her friend suck as hard as she wanted to.
Leslie suddenly became aware that her own hand was sliding along Wendy's bare thigh, moving high up under the girl's short skirt toward her pretty blue panties.
Wendy broke the kiss. Gasping for air, her lips and chin glistening with Leslie's saliva, the beautiful dark young girl threw herself back onto the bed. She jerked her feet wide apart and yanked the hem of her skirt up over her tummy. She lifted her knees high and pushed her tight ass up off the mattress. She reached down and grabbed wildly at the tight elastic waistband of her panties. She finally skinned them quickly down over her thighs and over her narrow dimpled knees. She kicked her legs in a frenzy as she tossed the limp material into the air. It landed on the floor, far away from the bed.
Wendy arched her body and lifted her bare young pussy, shoving her hands under her ass. She held herself arched and taut, her long legs thrown wide apart.
Her breathing came in ragged gulps as she held her pose. Leslie, too, was having difficulty breathing as she bent forward between the child's tensed thighs. She stared wide-eyed into Wendy's beautifully hairy cunt.
She was stunned. She was shaken more by her own overpowering excitement than by the sudden turn of events. She had always suspected Wendy, always thought she was a bit on the funny side. She was constantly touching and hugging and kissing cheeks and hands, and playing a kind of female version of grab-ass during gym class.
But now she was certain.
And delighted.
She was fascinated by the young pussy in front of her eyes. It was so sweet smelling, so downy haired, so moist and perfect and utterly beautiful!
Leslie reached out to touch it. Her fingers trembled as she touched the moist curls of pretty brown cunt hair. She knew what a hairless pussy looked like, owning one herself, but such a precious muff of womanly hair thrilled her to the core.
Her cunt seemed to spark and sizzle.
It tickled terribly.
"Look inside me!" Wendy whispered. Her voice quivered with her begging.
Leslie needed very little encouragement to do just that. She was resting on her elbows, and she got her face down very close to Wendy's cunt. She stroked the hair with her thumbs until she could see the puffy flesh of her pussy lips on either side of her wet slit. It was so deliciously pink and moist in there. Wendy's pussy was puffed open from her excitement. A wide little tongue of pink flesh, the soft wet inner folds, peeked out right in the center of her fresh clean slit! It looked so much like a tongue sticking out, that Leslie could have kissed it! And she did!
Wendy gasped! Her cunt jerked hard against Leslie's mouth, hurting her slightly when she mashed her lips against her teeth! Leslie kissed tenderly, then pulled her head back, tasting the sticky moisture that coated her lips!
Wendy felt her whole body burst into flames of lust. She shook under Leslie's mouth. Her fists clawed at her tight ass muscles, gouging deep red welts into her smooth ass cheeks.
"Oh, Leslie!" she moaned loudly, deeply thrilled by the feel of the girl's lips and tongue on her pussy.
Leslie sipped and kissed and wiggled her tongue against the sweet-tasting inner lips of Wendy's cunt hole.
Wendy was undulating her hips, grinding her cunt mound against Leslie's face, smearing her juices all over the girl's pretty cheeks and chin and nose.
And Leslie gobbled at Wendy's cunt crease like an eager young puppy at a bowl of succulent liver.
Wendy was gulping air loudly, her small body humping Leslie's face in some deeply primitive rhythm, incredibly satisfying.
Leslie was cuddling her face into the warm moist nest of Wendy's lush pussy. She purred and cooed to herself in pleasure and delight, totally absorbed in her eating.
Wendy began working her body around on the bed. She lifted Leslie's leg and slipped around until she was lying on her back, her face directly under Leslie's cunt.
What a beautiful little slit. The blonde down that lay curled against her swollen pussy mound was so pale and sparse that Leslie could have passed for a hairless little girl of ten or eleven.
Leslie spread her knees a little wider to make Wendy more comfortable, but she never lifted her lips from the girl's dripping cunt. She lapped out the thickly flowing lubrication while Wendy reached up and grabbed her taut asscheeks, one in each clutching hand, and drew her cunt down to her lips.
Leslie helped by squatting her cunt down onto Wendy's mouth. She twitched as she felt the girl's hot breath blowing hard against her pussy. And she almost cried out at the first touch of Wendy's darting stabbing tongue!
Leslie's cunt felt like it was expanding, growing larger and larger, as Wendy jabbed and stabbed at her clit with the tip of her tongue, then stroked a long slow swipe from up near her tightly puckered asshole all the way down along the wet slit to her throbbing clit.
The girls became lost in each other, lost in their own new sensations. They lapped and licked and sucked at each other's clits and lips and assholes.
Leslie twitched and bounced her ass about, crushing it down against Wendy's mouth, then yanking it away when the sensations became too intense.
And Wendy arched her cunt into Leslie's mouth, trying to shove her swollen clit right down the child's eager mouth.
Leslie shoved her tongue deep into Wendy's cunt channel. She felt the girl tighten and groan with lust. She scooped out a tongueful of Wendy's sticky pussy syrup. She purred with delight as she swallowed it all down.
And she dove back in for more.
Her own cunt was dripping, all loose and wet as Wendy lapped her clit. She felt the nibbling lips and teeth nuzzling deep between her pussy lips.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, rocking her face from side to side, and smearing the slippery juices all over Wendy's trembling tensed thighs.
Wendy sucked at the slippery folds of inner flesh, thrusting her tongue as far as she could into Leslie's cunt tube. She sucked and slurped at the thick goo, swallowing it eagerly.
Both children were groaning and kissing and grunting and sucking wildly. Their tight young naked bodies undulated and humped and pumped against each other's pretty face. They were sweating and oozing and shaking wildly.
And suddenly Leslie gasped loudly. She lifted her head for a moment and moaned.
"Ahhhhh!"
Her whole body began shuddering hard. She dove back down and buried her face firmly between Wendy's quaking thighs.
Wendy went rigid.
And both girls suddenly came! At the same instant!
Wendy cried out, a cry that was muffled by Leslie's dripping cunt. She went in, sucking harder on her girlfriend's clit as her own pussy slammed against Leslie's sucking mouth. Wendy groaned and sucked madly, slobbering like an insane ghoul as she felt the hot hard sweet waves of her climax billowing over her, gushing her fuck juices into Leslie's gulping gobbling mouth.
And Leslie sucked every drop. She swallowed faster and faster. And her own cunt mashed into Wendy's mouth. She bounced wildly, shaking hard, writhing and jerking as she rode her climax.
Two pretty young faces were being battered by two even prettier young cunts.
They sucked and licked and lapped up pussy-cum as fast as it spurted out of their tight cunts.
Finally, Wendy yanked her mouth from Leslie's cunt hole. She gagged herself with a wrist to keep from screaming. Her whole body shuddered violently as she gushed at the peak of her come.
Leslie threw her head back, gulping air madly. She squatted her cunt hole right down onto Wendy's pretty face, squeezing the last drops of her hot wet sloppy come on the girl's lovely cheeks.
With a loud shuddering sigh, Leslie fell aside and rolled off Wendy's sweaty body. She crawled weakly around, giggling happily to herself, until she was stretched out beside her young lover. She let her arm flop limply across Wendy's heaving tits, feeling her pointy nipples stab into her soft skin.
"God!" she whispered. "How fantastic!"
Wendy nodded, turning her face to look into Leslie's glowing eyes. She smiled. She slowly closed her eyes, sighing with the happiest, most relaxing pleasure she'd ever known.
Both girls rested, slowly embracing as they relaxed completely, curling nakedly into each other's warm arms.
CHAPTER THREE
The Desk Sergeant frowned as he watched the two young boys on the steps outside the door. They certainly didn't seem like the kind who would be pulling a prank like this.
He chewed on his lips for a moment.
Hmmmmmmm. Wasn't there a case recently in which the guy stripped the kid of her blouse and bra, then took her away from the scene of the crime? Blouse and bra. Hmmm-mmm.
He put down the newspaper and picked up the telephone. He dialed a special number. And wasn't that creep Mason involved somehow? He tapped his finger on the desktop while the phone at the other end of the line rang.
A harsh cold voice answered. "Yeah?"
"This is Billings. Night Desk. I've got a report on a missing girl, a teen-ager, Leslie Brown. The M.O. sounds like that case old Mason was involved in last year. Blouse and bra left at the scene. I think it should be checked out as soon as possible. You remember what he did to that little girl last time."
"Yeah. I remember he was only a suspect, Billings. But we'll have a React car check him out. What's the lead time?"
"About an hour and fifteen minutes."
"Wonderful. We're on it."
"Thanks," Billings said. He hung up the phone, satisfied that he'd done his duty. He returned to the newspaper, and finished the article he'd been reading on Great Sex Crimes of the Century.
Frank and Doris Hartman, laughing hysterically and more than a little high, rounded the corner in their battered old van and spotted the headlights immediately.
"Must be a fucking car off the road, baby!" Frank snorted.
"Yep! Gonna stop and give 'em a hand, Frankie?"
"Yeah, why not! Might be a reward in it, huh?"
He pulled the van over to the shoulder, and shut it off. He pushed his door open and fell out onto the grassy slope. The cool evening air felt great. He staggered down the slope to the car. Its motor was still running.
Doris came staggering up beside him. Together, they looked inside and saw the man crumpled down on the floor in the front.
"Ick! He's dead, I bet!" Doris said. She turned away.
"Nan! Just another fucking drunk!" Frank told her. He pounded hard on the window. "Hey! You fucking asshole! Don't you know drinking and driving don't mix! Hey!"
Frank fumbled the door open, and knelt. He found the man's arm, and felt for his pulse. Frank worked in a hospital in the city, as an orderly. He frowned at the limp arm.
"No pulse, baby!" he called back over his shoulder to Doris.
"Ick! I told you!" she called back. She sat down on the grass and took her shoes off. She dipped her bare feet in the cold water. It felt good.
Frank started to haul the dead man out of the car, then cocked his head. Why should he do that? The guy was dead. He sure wasn't uncomfortable. Frank grinned as he realized he had been trying to get the guy downstairs to the morgue! But he wasn't even in the hospital!
"Stupid ass!" he told himself.
He dropped the arms, and began inspecting the rest of the car. Maybe there was something he and Doris could use. Maybe some stash, or money, or even a bottle of booze.
He pulled out the man's wallet and tossed it over to Doris.
"Ick!" she screamed. She brushed it off her lap as though it was a vile cockroach, and squirmed her ass away from it.
"Chicken shit!" Frank laughed at her.
He dug his fingers under the seats and came up with dirt and a few stiff french fries. Nothing useful. He began searching the back seat.
It took him only a few minutes of digging to determine that the car held nothing he could use. Only some coils of rope, and a couple of empty cans of beer.
"Try the trunk, honey bunch!" Doris called. Her feet felt so much better in the cool water.
"Right on, baby! The trunk! Maybe I'll find an elephant in it!"
He grabbed the keys out of the ignition. The headlights went dead. He walked back to the trunk, sloshing out into the rushing muddy water knee-deep.
When he finally got the trunk lifted, he screamed: "Ahhhhhhh!"
"What is it, Frank?" Doris shrieked back. She leaped up, and started running up the slope toward the van.
"Hey, Doris! Get back down here! There's a little girl back here! She's all trussed up like a little piggy! And whew, does she stink!"
Doris went back down to the car, wading carefully around to Frank's side. She peered into the trunk.
"What the fuck is she doing in there like that?" she asked.
Frank shrugged. "Pretty little thing, ain't she?"
Doris peered closer. "Yeah, she sure is. But she's gone and messed her panties but good!"
"Well, shit or no shit, let's haul her the fuck out of there!" Frank said, reaching in and digging his arms under her limp little form. He lifted Leslie out of the trunk and waded back to the slope, where he laid her down gently.
"Fucking nice tits on her, eh, baby?"
"Just the way you like 'em, Frankie!" Doris said. She tried to give the man a grin, but the morbid scene was getting to her. She watched as Frank knelt and felt the girl's pulse. It was his one bit of medical knowledge, and he used it at every opportunity.
"Good and strong! She's kicking. Old fart up front must have kidnapped this little filly, chucked her in the trunk, then had a fucking heart attack or something."
"It's creepy, Frank!" Doris said, grabbing his shoulder. "Let's put her in the van and get the hell out of here!"
"Right, babe! Go on ahead and open up the back end."
Frank lifted Leslie's limp body again, and carried her awkwardly back up the slippery hillside. Doris had a mattress laid out in the back of the van, and stepped aside as Frank laid the child on it, tenderly arranging her so she was lying on her tummy.
He patted the child's soiled ass over her skirt and panties, feeling the lump of shit inside.
"Sleep tight, kid. We'll have you home in a flash!"
"Maybe you oughta undo her wrists, Frankie. They look kind of puffy."
"You hop in there with her, baby! I'll get us hauling out of here!"
"Good idea, Frankie," Doris agreed. She took the helping hand and crawled into the back of the truck with Leslie. Frank slammed the rear doors shut, and rushed around to the driver's seat. He started the van and moved off down the bumpy dirt road.
As they pulled out onto the main highway, an unmarked police car turned onto the dirt road.
Jerry left Jim at his house, and walked the streets aimlessly. His rage had cooled to thick dark despair. He shook occasionally, a quiet sob bursting from his throat.
Eventually, he found himself standing on the sidewalk in front of Wendy's house.
Wendy, he knew, was Leslie's best girlfriend. Maybe she was in the same state he was, lost and despairing. Maybe they could help each other through this time of trouble.
He walked up the walk to the front door, and rang the bell.
"Yes?" the woman said from behind the screen door.
"Is Wendy home? I'm Jerry. I need to talk to her for a little while."
Wendy's mother pushed the door wide.
"Oh, you dear boy. Is it about Leslie?"
Jerry nodded.
"Well, Wendy's up in her bedroom. I think it will be all right if you just go on up, young man."
Jerry thanked the woman, then went slowly up the stairs. He knocked lightly at Wendy's door.
"Come in," Wendy said. She didn't know it was Jerry. She thought it was her mother. She looked up slowly as she heard the door click shut.
Jerry!" she gasped!
She was standing in the center of the room, stark raving naked.
"Jerry!" she said again, controlling her voice. She reached into her closet and yanked out a thin robe. She turned her back on the boy, affording him a view of her delightfully tight little ass, and her trim long legs! She wrapped the robe about her shoulders, slipped her arms through the sleeves, and closed the front over her chest. Then she turned back to the boy.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"You're really beautiful, Wendy." Jerry spoke slowly.
"Jerry!" Wendy scolded him. After all, he was Leslie's boyfriend, and Leslie was missing.
"I had to talk to somebody about it, Wendy. Your mother sent me up."
"Well, sit down. I've just been crying about it myself."
"I tried to get the police to help, but they won't do anything until tomorrow. If then."
"Darn it! If only her mother and father were home!"
Jerry nodded, then gave a snort. "For all the good they'd do!"
Wendy sighed, and sat down on her bed beside Jerry. She looked at his face. He'd obviously been crying, too. He must really care for her. She watched him sigh and wipe at his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jerry."
He nodded again, looking at Wendy's bare knees peeping out from under the hem of her robe.
He felt his cock stirring. He bit his lip, but kept looking at Wendy's knees.
She saw his gaze, and tried to push the hem down over her knees. The robe was an old one, and too short. She sighed very loudly, trying to get the boy's attention.
But she already had his attention.
His full attention.
Her heart went out to him. She grew warmer, letting the fog of her romantic dreaming roll over her. Poor Jerry, pining away for his lost love. She reached out and took his sweaty hand between her own cool delicate hands, and held it tightly.
"It'll be OK, Jerry," she whispered.
Oh, how she longed to be able to comfort this poor lost soul. She had always thought Jerry was a handsome young man. How lucky Leslie was to have such a loyal boyfriend.
She took Jerry's hand, and in all innocence, she pressed the hot hand to her knee.
"Do what you want, Jerry," she whispered huskily. It was how they did it in the movies. It was all she could offer. She gulped as she felt his hand clutch her bare knee and begin a slow journey upward, stroking firmly against the smooth bare skin of her warm thigh.
She felt her heart give a leap.
His hand crept closer to her cunt. She tightened her thighs and grabbed Jerry's wrist in her hands, pressing it back to her knee.
He turned his big wet eyes toward her face.
Her heart melted.
She let go of Jerry's wrist, and laid herself back on her bed. She hesitated one final moment, then spread her knees apart.
Her heart began thudding in her chest.
Jerry's hand suddenly jammed itself high between her thighs, his fingers clawing at her hairy little cunt.
Wendy jerked.
"God!" she whispered, licking her lips. She threw her arm across her eyes. Poor Jerry was really in need! She opened her thighs farther and felt his hand urgently working her cunt mound.
"Wait!" she cried weakly.
Jerry gritted his teeth and cupped her hot moist mound hard!
"What?" he gasped.
Wendy gasped and gulped hard, her heart pounding wildly.
"Lock my door first! Hurry!"
Jerry jumped up, rushed to the door, locked it. He dove back onto the bed beside Wendy.
"What about your mother?"
"She's half-deaf. She never interferes," the little girl told him. She was burning up! "Hurry! Touch me! Feel me, Jerry! Feel my hot cunt! I need you!"
It was happening so fucking fast.
Only seconds before, she'd been getting ready for bed, alone. Now, she was stretched out on her bed, but there was an eager boy beside her. In her own bedroom. With her mother right downstairs. And she was so fucking hot!
"Ohhhhhhh, Jerry!" she cried as she felt his hand at her crotch again.
She wanted him to feel her pussy! She needed to be held and touched. But Jerry read her wrong. He thought she wanted a good fucking!
He clawed at her young pussy with one hand, while he hauled out his prick with the other. Wendy struggled only briefly as she felt the robe stripped away from her body, baring her nipples to the boy's eyes.
Wendy lay under his strong hard body, utterly naked. She arched into the kneading, urgent hand at her crotch. She dragged her legs wide-open, and humped his fist, the clutching fingers tearing at her cunt hair.
But she cried out in pain as she felt Jerry's mouth on her nipple, gnawing at her hardened nub. His teeth raked over her sensitive tit-tip harshly. She moaned low-pain and pleasure mixed.
"Please, Jerry! Feel me all over! Kiss me all over! Suck on my nipples, Jerry! That feels so nice! Do it again!" Wendy thrashed about under Jerry's body. She felt out of control. Too fast. It was happening too fast!
Her hips jerked. Before she knew it, her body reacted to the hard head of Jerry's prick, battering at her virgin cunt hole!
Her mind recoiled.
"Jerry! Jerry! Nooooo! I'm a virgin! Nooooo! You can't! Please, noooooooo!" Wendy begged. But she kept her voice low, almost whispering into the boy's ear. She tried to clench her thighs together again, but Jerry was lying between them, his cock pumping against the entrance to her cunt.
"Oh, Jerry! I know you need it! I know you want me so bad! But I'm a virgin! I can't! Please!" the young girl pleaded, her head rolling weakly from side to side.
Jerry's lips on her nipple were torturing her. The most pleasant kind of torment. She loved it. It was driving the girl mad with lust.
"Let me, Wendy! Oh, I need you! Please! Please let me be the first!"
Wendy knew it was wrong. She knew that if Leslie ever found out what she'd let Jerry do, they would never be friends again. But Jerry needed her so bad! And it was all for Leslie's sake. All for her boyfriend's sake. She just had to help him!
She clawed at his back.
She spread her legs wide.
"Do it!" she cried, her voice muffled as she rammed her mouth against the boy's shoulder. He lifted upward over her body, punching his cock-head at her virgin cunt hole. Wendy cried and gritted her teeth against the pain.
"Oh! It hurts!"
Jerry ignored her cries. He wanted in. His cock felt like it was going to blow apart. His balls felt like two hard baseballs, dragging at his cock. He rammed harder, pressed between the child's pussy lips, and suddenly, with a loud gasp, sank to the hilt up her tight cunt channel.
Wendy threw back her head and quickly grabbed her pillow and crushed it over her face. She howled in pain!
But her legs suddenly jerked high, and her thighs hugged Jerry's body tightly. Her legs wrapped themselves around Jerry's legs.
She felt his huge fat cock filling her cunt channel.
She never thought she'd feel so fucking full! And it felt good!
She felt the boy begin moving, dragging the full length of his hot cock out of her pussy, almost completely, then suddenly jamming it all the way into her, banging hard against her firm cunt mound.
"Ooooooooo! God! It hurts! It feels so fucking fine! It hurts," she whined, gasping hard.
Her arms locked around the boy's neck, hugging him so hard he fought away from her. She left her arms hang about him loosely. His cock was all she could feel. It had become her whole world!
"Fuck you, Wendy! Fuck you, you fucking whore!" Jerry cried.
He slammed his prick in and out of Wendy's tight cunt harder and harder, cursing her continuously.
Wendy began crying.
"Don't call me those awful things, Jerry! Please!" she whimpered.
"Fucking bitch! Fuck your pussy, you shit eating whore!"
Jerry pumped into her, humping her faster and faster, his hands pressing down on her bony shoulders, hurting her. Wendy felt his humping cock running deep into her body, frictioning her quickly swelling clit into a burning frenzy of lust. It screamed for release. Jerry's cock rode over it like a rod of molten iron.
Wendy clawed hard at the boy's back, ripping a few ribbons into his shirt. She was sweating hard. So was Jerry. They were both panting wildly, humping and gasping, both silent now except for the sound of their painful breathing, and the bouncing of the springs in the bed.
"I'm a virgin!" Wendy wept uncontrollably. She kept saying it over and over! "I'm a virgin! I'm a virgin, Jerry!"
But the friction in her cunt was delicious.
Her clit responded much faster than her mind. She felt the pressure building higher and higher. And suddenly, she felt Jerry give a loud gasp, and he rammed his thighs tightly against hers! His cock sank deep into her tight cunt, and she felt his hot scalding cum blast into her virgin pussy.
Jerry clawed at the sheets beneath Wendy's head, his fingers pulling on her hair and bringing tears of pain to her pretty eyes! She shook her head to free his fingers, but it didn't work! It only hurt her more! But she let it go, feeling the quickly rising tide of pressure and pleasure sweeping into her loins.
He nipples had burst into full glory. Jerry's shirtfront rubbed back and forth over them as his cock flooded her cunt hole! She squirmed wildly, her thighs clenching the boy's sides, her nipples scraping eagerly and harshly over his shirt, her cunt sucking his juices.
And her clit rubbed itself off against the smooth, sleek, come smeared sides of Jerry's ramming prick. Wendy came!
She arched her body high off the mattress, lifting Jerry's heavy weight with her. She bounced and bobbed all over the place beneath him.
Her cunt gushed. She cried out loudly, shoving her forearm into her mouth to keep from screaming. Her body was taut and arched in a rigid bow beneath Jerry's humping body.
His cock spurted his cum into her pussy, filling her channel too full and his thick white cream began squirting out her cunt with each thrust he made.
And her own cum was mixed with it.
She cried over and over against her arm, biting down hard. It was overpowering her. Wave after scalding wave of orgasm crashed over her.
She finally dropped back to her bed and gave a final shudder as the last drops of cum drizzled out around the base of Jerry's hard cock.
Jerry suddenly dropped down hard onto her naked sweaty body. Wendy's cunt-walls automatically contracted, squeezing the last of his cum into her womb!
Both children sighed.
They were drenched.
It had happened so unbelievably fast!
Wendy's mind was still in a wild whirl, her body burning with pleasure and shame.
Jerry sniffed and sighed.
"Well, you're not a virgin anymore, Leslie," he whispered into her ear.
Wendy stiffened.
She felt the tears flood out of her eyes. "I'm not Leslie," she whispered back. Jerry lifted up and looked into the girl's eyes. He was on the verge of tears, too. "I'm sorry, Wendy!"
Wendy sniffled. She lifted her arms and hugged the boy, drawing him down on top of her tightly.
"It's OK, Jerry. I understand."
Jerry let it go at that. He had forgotten entirely about poor Leslie's plight while fucking her best girlfriend! And Wendy had been one hell of a great fuck! God! She was the best!
Jerry began kissing Wendy's earlobe, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. She cocked her head, trying to avoid the licking.
"Stop that, you silly guy!"
"You love it!" he chuckled, nuzzling his lips against the soft warm pulse of the girl's smooth throat.
"Yes, I do!" Wendy giggled back.
They both jumped at the knock on the door. Wendy's mother called to them.
"Everything all right in there, honey?"
"Yes, Mom!" Wendy said. Then she lowered her voice and hugged Jerry hard "Oh, yes!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The police car skidded to a stop.
"What the hell you doing, Mac?"
Mac twisted on the seat and backed the car off the road. He was trying to see down into the darkness.
"I thought I saw something down there. Looked like a car."
"Shit, are you kidding? That's the river down there."
"Yeah. But it'll only take a second to check it out. Give me the light."
Dick pulled the heavy flashlight out of its holder and handed it to his partner. Mac opened the door and stood up, aimed the light across the roof of the car and swept the bright beam out over the water. Nothing but the sparkle of reflected light. He moved the beam along the shoreline, and there it was.
"I told you! There!"
He tossed the light to his buddy, and hopped back into the car. He backed the car onto the shoulder, until they were sitting just up the slope from the car in the water.
"Give it the beam and back me up. I'll check it out."
"Roger."
Mac got out and pulled his pistol out of its holster. Holding the gun carefully, he moved cautiously down the slippery hill toward the dark and silent automobile.
He flashed his pocket light through the window on the driver's side.
"Hey! There's a body here! Looks like there might have been somebody with him! He's half out of the car! Come on down!"
Dick pulled the keys and got out. He left his gun holstered.
"Trunk's open, too."
"Yeah, let's get this guy out and see who he is."
Mac and Dick quickly hauled the cold body out onto the grass, and rolled him over onto his back. Dick searched his pockets. "No wallet."
"Check the area. I'll get the registration."
While Dick walked a random search of the immediate area, Mac copied down the license number, and went back up to the car. He called for a registration check, and nodded sharply when the answer came back. He went back down to the site.
"Mason," he said.
"Wallet," Dick said, holding it up. "And a woman's shoes."
Mac took the wallet and ran through the contents.
"Mason. Photo driver's license."
He knelt and shined the light in the dead man's face while he held the I D close.
He straightened up.
"Mason. OK, the next question. Where's the kid?"
Dick was already sloshing into the water, shining the bright beam light into the trunk, sweeping it into every nook and cranny.
"Nothing. Wait," he said, reaching down to the floor of the trunk. He touched something and lifted the fingers to his nose. He sniffed and shook his head hard, making a face.
"Shit!"
"What is it, Dick?"
"Shit! It's shit! Somebody's been inside this trunk."
"Damn it! What'd this creep do to the kid anyway?"
"Don't forget the shoes."
"A passenger?"
Dick shrugged and shined the light on the shoes. They looked at them for a few moments. Nothing came to them.
"Well, let's call this in. It looks like somebody came along just about the time Mason took the deep six. They must have found the girl, and taken her with them. Hell, she's probably nice and safe at home, or maybe a hospital. Let's go."
As they sat in the car, waiting for the investigation team to arrive, Dick suggested they have somebody call the local hospitals and find out if the girl was all right.
"Yeah, good thought. Let me try the kid's home number first. What was her name?"
Dick read it off his notebook.
"Leslie Brown. Hell, must be a hundred Browns in the phone book."
"Call Billings. He should have the number he got the call from."
"Oh, you are hot tonight!"
The call was made. Billings gave them the number. They had Dispatch call it for them, but there was no answer.
"Well, if she was safe at home, they'd answer. Let's try the hospitals."
"Ah, why waste the time?"
"Time is all we've got, Buddy. Right?"
"Yeah, true. OK, but you do it."
"Fine."
In a few minutes it was obvious that the girl was not at any of the local hospitals. Both men were getting worried.
"Oh, God! You don't really think some other creeps got hold of her?"
"Damn! I don't know! But who the hell else'd be driving a road like this at night."
"Wearing shoes like those!"
"Shit! Remember that fucking van! It pulled out of this road, just as we turned onto it!"
"Fuck a duck! Right!"
Mac started the car, and whipped it around, scattering dust and stones for yards behind them.
"Against procedure to leave the scene!"
"What scene?"
"Yeah, well, I'll call it in, just to cover ourselves. We do have some special dispensations, I guess."
"I guess," Mac said sarcastically. It was the job of a React Team to react, wasn't it? But it was always such a fucking hassle. But he had a daughter about this Leslie Brown's age, and if he ever found out two available cops had been sitting on their rotten little assholes while they could have been picking up his kid, there's be more than a little hell to pay!
He pressed the accelerator to the floor, swerving wildly out onto the main highway, his heart racing as madly as the car's engine.
In the back of the Van, young Leslie came around. She felt sick to her stomach, and her arms and hands hurt like hell.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned quietly, but suddenly she sat bolt upright and screamed!
She remembered what was happening to her. She clawed wildly at her mouth, trying to find the cloth that filled her throat! But it was gone!
And her wrists were no longer bound behind her back.
She looked around, and saw the grinning lady.
"Welcome back, sweetheart."
Leslie gulped hard. She was completely free of thongs. Her legs ached horribly, though. And her hands throbbed. She made a face at the awful smell inside the van.
"Don't get too fussy, little girl. That smell is you!"
Leslie became aware of the awful truth of the woman's words. She blushed bright-red. The van lurched.
"Hey! Watch the fucking road, ass!" Doris shouted.
"Piss off, baby!" Frank shouted back. "Is the bitch awake, yet?"
"Yeah!"
"Great! We're getting near Paul's place, and I bet we can dump her for a good thousand bucks!"
"Oh, yeah! That much for a shitty kid?"
Leslie couldn't believe what she was hearing! She was going to be sold?
But her body was in too much pain, her mind too foggy to really comprehend, let alone fight off, these two people. And besides, they had saved her from that horrible old man.
Leslie simply slipped over onto her side and closed her eyes. There was nothing she could do. Whatever was going to happen to her, was going to happen, and she was too weak to fight back.
At least, she wasn't tied up anymore.
She felt the bouncing of the truck as it rounded a sharp corner. It drove on for a mile or so, then made another very sharp turn, and jerked to a stop.
"OK, Doris. Keep the little bitch quiet while I do the talking. Got it?"
"Got it. Just get it done. We're almost out of the good stuff, and it's getting late."
Leslie listened with half an ear while Frank knocked on a door. Somebody with a deep, gruff voice welcomed him and asked about Doris.
"Never mind old Doris, Paul. Listen. I've found a really fantastic little girl for you. She's free and clear, too. Man, you ain't gonna believe it, but she was already kidnapped when we picked her up. She was all tied up in the back of the guy's car, and the stupid fucker was dead. Heart attack, I reckon, but it don't matter a fuck. She's yours, Paul, if the price is right."
The gruff voice laughed.
"What price, Frankie boy?"
"Uh, say, a thousand smackers?"
"She'd have to be one hell of a pretty kid, for that kind of shit."
"Oh, she is, Paul. She is. Come and look for yourself."
Leslie kept still. She heard the footsteps move to the rear of the van. Frank clicked the doors and pulled them open.
"Doris, snap on the overhead light for Paul!"
The light was bright in the child's eyes. She winced and turned her face toward the floor, covering her eyes with her forearm.
"Hey, Doris!" the gruff voice said. "How you doing with old Frankie here?"
"Just peachy keen, Paul," Doris said, her voice cold.
"Well, when you get tired of this creep, you know where you can find a home, Doris."
"Yeah, yeah. How about the kid, Paul?" Doris said.
"Turn her over, let's get a look at her."
Leslie moaned as she felt the woman's hand on her arm, pulling her arm away from her face, forcing her to flip over onto her back.
"Sit up, kid!" Doris commanded.
Leslie sniffled, then pressed herself into a sitting position, her palms flat against the cold floor of the truck.
She finally looked at Paul.
He was grinning at her.
"Hot fucking shit, Frankie! Haul that little sweetie out of there, and get her downstairs!"
"You like her, huh, Paul? Worth a thousand, ain't she!"
Leslie cringed backward as Doris yanked her arm forward. Frank reached in and grabbed her wrist, easily pulling her light-weight little body out of the van.
She didn't struggle.
Frank set her down on the gravel drive between them. She felt a trickle of cold fluid run down her leg and a tiny lump of her shit drop from the leg hole of her panties.
"She stinks," Paul commented. He shoved his thumb under her chin, poked hard, making her lift her face. "What's the matter, kid? Crap your little panties?"
Leslie felt hot tears trickle down her cheeks.
"Oh, how pretty she cries."
"Worth a thousand, ain't she, Paul?" Frank repeated eagerly, rubbing his hands together.
Paul rubbed the back of his knuckles over Leslie's bare tits. Her nipples remained soft and unresponsive.
Her body was shaking like a leaf.
Paul suddenly patted Frank on the back, hard.
"Frank, I tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to give you a thousand dollars for this little pussycat, and another five hundred just because she's so fucking cute! How's that sound?"
"Fantastic, Paul!" Frank shouted. Doris gave both men a whithering glance. "He's just trying to impress me with his money, Frankie."
"Piss off, Doris!"
"OK, OK, you two. No fighting, now! Let's get our little kitten here downstairs, and you can pick up your money and be on your way."
"Great!"
"Shut up, Frank," Doris whispered. Paul fell in beside Doris, and Frank pushed Leslie ahead of him toward a side door. He shook his head.
"Doris, love. What do you see in that animal?"
"Animal?" Doris asked sarcastically. "Animal? Just what do you call yourself, Paul?" Paul grinned. "Extremely wealthy."
They went inside, and down a long flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs there was a very solid-looking door. Paul pushed by Leslie and Frank, and unlocked two different locks with two different keys.
It was dark in the room.
Leslie felt a hand on her bare shoulder, and she took a step into the darkness, her heart pounding hard.
Suddenly, the room was blasted into brilliant painful light! Leslie squinted, her eyes watering freely. She stood still, waiting for someone to shove her again, but she didn't even hear voices. She turned around.
She was utterly alone in the room.
She heard some clicking at the door, then silence. No, not complete silence. She began to be able to pick out the quiet whisper of an air-conditioning unit.
And she began to shiver.
God, it was freezing in here.
She could feel the cold air flowing in a strong steady stream from the register near the ceiling. It had the chill of winter. She shook hard, and stepped away from the direct line of the blowing air.
She looked around the room. It seemed quite normal. Even pleasant. There was a nice looking couch against one wall. The two other walls were lined with bookshelves, and the shelves were filled with thick volumes that looked to be very old. And there was even a fireplace.
A nice thick rug lay in front of the fireplace.
And in the other walls, there were maybe a dozen narrow doors, like those to a closet. Leslie took a hesitant step into the very center of the room. She was shivering hard, her teeth chattering loudly. She wrapped her arms about herself, covering her small tits.
The cold air was doing to her what the lips and tongue of her captor had been unable to do. Her nipples were growing hard. Very hard!
Oh, how Leslie wanted to take a bath. She smelled bad, and she felt just awful.
She must have been inside the bright white room for five minutes when a loudspeaker overhead blared to life.
"Do you see the door with the little window, my dear?"
Leslie squinted at several doors before she spotted the tiny window.
"Yes," she said aloud.
"It is a bathroom. Please go in and clean yourself. Take a long hot shower. Brush your teeth. Comb your hair, after you wash it thoroughly. Is that clear?"
Leslie nodded at the loudspeaker.
"Yes, sir!" she shouted. She almost felt joyful at the idea of taking a shower. She walked across the cold tiles of the floor and opened the narrow door. Inside, the bathroom was quite a lot bigger than she had expected. She sighed.
But it was still very cold.
Quickly, she discarded her soiled clothing, all of it, and turned on the hot water. She slipped under the stream of blasting water as it warmed up, then turned on the cold water to make the temperature just right.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned. The water flowed over her. It felt wonderful. She spent almost a full hour under the rushing jets of hot water, soaping her whole body three times and washing her long blond hair twice.
She nearly felt like singing.
They picked up the van as it passed the City Limits sign. Frank and Doris were yelling at each other, even as Mac and Dick walked up on either side of the truck, guns drawn.
"Come out of there!" Mac ordered. He crouched back away from the side of the van, and aimed his gun, holding it with both hands, at Frank's head.
Dick jerked the door open and grabbed Doris, slamming her up against the side of the trunk, the business end of his .38 pressed against the back of her skull.
"What the fuck's goin' down, man!" Doris shouted, her cheek pressed firmly against the side of the truck.
"Shut up, bitch! You better hope nothing's coming down!"
Mac held his pistol steady as Frank very slowly got out of the truck, his hands held high.
"Hey! Hey! OK! We done nothing wrong, man! OK! OK! You got all the right cards, man!"
Frank took up a position facing the truck that told Mac he'd been through this routine many times before. Interesting.
Dick walked Doris around to the same side of the truck. Doris didn't even look at Mac, she just shook her head in disgust at Frank. More interesting.
"Check the back, Dick."
"Got 'em?"
"Yeah."
Dick opened the rear doors, and flashed the light around inside. He was disappointed! Damn! This had been about their only real hope!
"Shit!" he said aloud, then he shouted to Mac. "There's some shit on the floor in here! She's been in the truck!"
The look on Frank's face told Mac all he needed to know.
"They know it! They know what's going on!" he called to his partner. Hot damn! They were really moving it, now! The poor kid had to be somewhere between the car in the river, and right here where they were standing!
"Let's hear it, you mother-fucking creeps! What'd you do with the little girl?"
"Nothin', man!" Frank shouted. Then he gulped hard, and glanced at Doris. "Uh, I mean, what kid?"
"Frank," Doris said slowly, shaking her head. "If you had a brain in your head, it would get lonely and commit suicide!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Leslie felt so much better as she stepped from the shower stall that she'd nearly forgotten her predicament. She pulled the thick warm towel from the rack, and began drying her body. Only when she finally wrapped the towel about her blonde hair did she realize she had no clothes in which to dress!
"Dry and set your hair," the voice boomed from the loudspeaker. Its closeness startled the child.
"Y . . . yes, sir," she said.
Leslie removed the towel and shook her head until the wet strands of long hair hung down her bare back. She shrugged, then opened the cabinet behind the mirror over the sink. Sure enough, there was everything she needed to do the job. The little girl, naked as the day she was born, set about placing the curlers in her hair, using the blow-dryer, working quickly and efficiently.
As the hot air blasted over her tightly wound hair, Leslie began wondering how the voice knew she was finished with her shower. Just by the sound of the water shutting off? Or was there some way she was being watched?
But she shrugged again. Did it matter? She was a prisoner here, but she was being treated well. At least, she wasn't tied up any more, and she was clean again.
Almost exactly one hour had passed since she had been hauled out of the rear of the van.
Frank and Doris had spent most of that hour in two small, separate interrogation cells in the basement of the City jail. Mac and Dick had turned them over to the nearest patrol car, and then began backtracking. Maybe they had just decided to dump the kid, and she was lying in some gutter or creek or clump of bushes right now.
As they approached the turn-off to the dirt road where Mason's car had been found, they received a call.
"Turned up something, boys," the Dispatch Officer said.
"Spill it, Tom," Mac told him.
"Seems this Doris character used to work with a guy called Irving the Incredible. Irving was a magician, until about five years ago. He never made it big, but he played the schools and fairs and that kind of shit."
Mac keyed the microphone. "Fascinating! How about the punch line, Tom?"
"Yeah. Well, seems old Irving used to call on members of the audience to play victim to his little tricks. You know, chopping the head off, disappearing, sawing the lady in half."
"Right, Tom. Take your time! We've already wasted better than an hour backtracking, but you sure do tell a nice interesting story!"
"Thanks! Irving always called on the little ladies, if you get my drift. And there seem to have been a couple of complaints that he got a little rough with some of them, fitting them with all those straps and clamping them into all those stocks. Hurt some of them. Nothing bad, but bruises, a few pinched tits, one or two pinched pussies. All suspicion, no proof."
"Punch line, Tom? Please?"
"Like I said, boys. Doris what's her name used to be this Irving's assistant. Irving liked the little girls. Doris is now connected to the disappearance of a little girl. And guess what?"
"Why guess when you'll tell me, when you get good and ready?"
"Right! Irving's last known address is less than five minutes from where you picked up Doris and her buddy!"
Mac looked at Dick. The car was already swinging into a tight U-turn.
"We're on our way! Give us the number!"
Tom gave them the full address, then interrupted himself. "Hold on! Fred just tells me they turned up a tidy little sum in the van. Fifteen hundred bucks! I think you boys might like to get over to Irving's on the double! That little girl ain't got a chance in hell with a guy like that!"
Paul Irving sat before the bank of medium-sized television screens, enjoying the sight of his newest little prize pulling the curlers from her beautiful hair.
He had a fucking great night planned for this one. Oh, she wouldn't like it. But it would be one of Paul's best tricks!
He'd planned it for some time, but there never seemed to be an available girl to pull it on.
But this one. Jesus. What incredible beauty. Almost a waste to take her all the way through it. After all, she might be nice to keep around for a while. She was pretty, and seemed to be docile enough. She obeyed instantly. And she'd already been through a hell of a lot, and survived it just fine.
Paul sat musing, considering.
But finally, he rejected the scheme as too risky. Keep her around for very long, and there would be the chance of some mistake. She might escape. No, as much as he'd love to keep a treasure like this, he had to play the trick, and let it be finished.
Too bad.
He rubbed his nose and grinned.
That is, too bad for you, little pussy.
Then he sighed, and laced his fingers behind his neck. As he watched the little girl finish her task, he began wondering what it would feel like, for her.
What would it feel like?
To really be sawed in half?
Leslie put down the comb. She stepped back away from the sink and looked at herself. Her hair shone. It was clean and dry, and full and fluffy. It curled in long loose swirls down her back, almost to her waist. A few long curls dangled down over her chest, covering her nipples. She liked the effect.
She touched her hair and felt its silkiness, its warmth. It felt so nice and comforting, swaying over her bare back.
"You will find clothing on the chair near the fireplace."
Leslie was getting used to the loudspeakers. In fact, she hoped that was the only contact she ever had with the man who'd bought her.
If she never saw him again, it would be too soon. And those others. God! Leslie shivered, praying she never had another experience like this one.
But she had to admit to herself, now that she was feeling human again, it was kind of a wild and crazy time she was having. And it would sure make one great story to tell her friends, when she got home.
It was turning out to be an absolutely fantastic birthday!
And even if she did get raped, she thought, wasn't it basically what she was going to let Jerry do to her tonight? In fact, if she hadn't been kidnapped, and hadn't been dragged around the countryside all night, she would probably not be a virgin right this very minute, anyway.
She eyed herself in the mirror.
Time you grew up, little girl. Leslie nodded sharply to her pretty image. And her nipples popped into hard nubs.
"Oh, oh!" she said, her eyes growing wide at the sight of her own swollen nipples.
She shuddered hard. It was scary and exciting at the same time, being kept prisoner like this. Being forced to stay naked. Being spied on by God only knew who.
She wet her lips.
Her mind had neatly and cleanly wiped away the memory of her initial abduction. The darkness and stench of the dirty alleyway. The hardness of the man's body as he clutched her breasts. The tightness of the thongs around her wrists, and the filthiness of the wet rag between her teeth.
She was clean. She was unharmed.
She took a deep breath.
People had survived a hell of a lot worse than this, she thought to herself. She tightened her jaws. Yes, I'm still frightened, she admitted. And yes, I understand that something terrible could still happen to me. I might even be killed.
She straightened her shoulders.
But while I'm still alive, I might as well live. I might as well let this experience be complete! If I can escape, I will do so. But if I can't, I'll experience whatever happens, and absorb it, and survive it.
She pursed her lips and nodded sharply to her image in the mirror.
"I'm happy to see you have accepted your fate, my child. Now, if you will go into the main room, and dress in the clothing you will find on the chair."
"Yes, sir," Leslie said firmly.
She walked out into the big room, still brightly lit. The coldness struck her at once, and she immediately began shivering. She rushed across the chair by the fireplace, expecting to find a nice dress or something.
She picked up the skimpy little outfit in one hand and frowned at it.
"Put it on!"
She jumped, but quickly stepped one delicate foot into the black net stocking. She pulled it up her leg, smoothed it over her slender thigh, then pulled on the other one.
"Delightfully wicked!" the loudspeaker chuckled.
There was no garter belt. She found two thin garter straps, slipped them up over the stockings to her thighs, then rolled the stockings down to just above her knees.
"Perfectly lovely!"
Leslie was shivering by now, and the wide mesh of the fishnet stockings did nothing to warm her.
She lifted the tiny vest. It, too, was made of the same black fishnet material as the stockings.
She slipped her arms through the armholes, and pulled it up over her shoulders. It covered her exactly like a real vest would have, except that everything showed through the netting. Her tiny tits showed clearly, and her still-swollen nipples actually poked through the netting.
"Beautiful!"
Her lush blonde hair set off the stark black vest and stockings to perfection.
"Not finished yet, sweetheart!"
Leslie gulped. She knew she must look like a whore, dressed in this outfit. But then, that was probably what the man had intended all along.
She took the next item from the pile on the chair and looked it over. But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what it could possibly be.
"Put it on, dear!"
"Uh, yes, sir," she said. "How?"
The loudspeaker crackled with laughter. "Oh, you wonderful little creature! The belt goes around your cute little tummy! I think you can figure out the rest from there!"
Leslie wrapped the belt around her waist. When she tried to pull the buckle together, it was too short.
"I can't get it on, sir!" she called into the air.
"It's supposed to be tight, my dear. Very tight! It will fit you."
Leslie grunted and groaned as she yanked the two ends of the belt together over her belly. She sucked in her belly hard, exhaling all the air she could. It was just barely enough!
The belt hooked, and when she sighed, it actually hurt.
"Ohhhh! It's much too tight!"
"Nonsense! Continue!"
Leslie felt like she was being pinched in half. It constricted her breathing to the point where she had to take rapid little gulps of air to keep from getting dizzy.
She looked down at herself.
"Oh, my God!" she whispered.
Hanging down between her legs, from the back, was a narrow strap. It obviously was meant to buckle to the front of the belt. But attached to the belt were two long thick rods, smoothly rounded. Leslie recognized the larger of the two. It was a rubber dildo!
She swallowed hard!
"You . . . you mean I have to . . . !" she gasped.
"Precisely!" , Leslie closed her eyes for a moment. Dear God! She couldn't put that fat thing into her cunt! Jesus! She was a virgin! If she forced that huge thing into her body, she would be fucking herself. Taking her own virginity.
"No!" she shouted!
"Take your time, Darling! You have one minute!"
"I can't!" Leslie cried! "I'm ... I'm a virgin! I can't rape myself!"
"Certainly you can!" the voice rasped, obviously excited by the news of Leslie's virginity.
"Noooooo!" she wailed.
"Do it! You only have fifty seconds left!"
"I won't!"
"Fine! I'll be most delighted to do it for you! Of course, if I do it, it will undoubtedly cause you a great deal of unnecessary pain! Shall we even say, agony!"
Leslie cringed. Her resolve to be brave, to accept her fate, was quickly vanishing.
"Please!" she called.
"Piss on you, little girl!"
Leslie suddenly knew it would be useless to argue with the voice. The man who had paid for her intended to use her as he saw fit-and nothing she could do or say would change that fact.
But the other thing. What was that for? Leslie pulled on the strap, experimentally, and found out exactly what the other thing was for.
She moaned.
The other thing was a plug for her asshole. "Thirty seconds!"
Shuddering violently, terrified again, little Leslie felt hot tears overflow her eyes, and run down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to run and hide. But there was nowhere to go. She was trapped. All the horror of the evening washed over her again, and she felt faint. With all the strength of will the teen-age girl could muster, she gritted her teeth, squatted down low, spreading her knees wide, and quickly reached down under herself. She pressed the tip of the narrow prong tightly against her puckered asshole, and put the head of the fat rubber cock between her virginal pussy lips. And then she took the deepest breath she could.
And she yanked hard!
She threw back her head and screamed, long and loud! She howled as the butt-plug rammed through the protective ring of puckered flesh, plowing deep into her hot bowels! She shrieked and gasped and screamed in one long terrible soul shattering yowl of pain as the fat prick drove into her virgin cunt channel, sliding along the tight walls of her cunt tube as it filled her tight pussy, battering against her cunt mound as it rammed all the way home inside her.
She yanked again, tightening the strap between her ass cheeks and her cunt lips. And gasping and crying, she fumbled the buckle shut over her trembling tummy.
She had fucked herself. Raped her asshole.
Plowed a rubber cock into her virgin cunt.
Leslie stood in the center of the freezing room, sweating like a pig. Salty water dripped from her brow, her arms and her swollen nipples that poked through the black mesh of the obscene vest. It trickled down her bare thighs and wet the black netting of her stockings.
She was arched hard, her head thrown far back, her long clean silky hair dragging on the floor behind her.
She was locked into her squatting position, her legs shaking violently, her knees wide apart.
The fake cock and the butt-plug impaled her, filled her, split her wide-open! She was on fire!
"Ohhhhhhhh, God!" she howled!
Her legs couldn't support her body in this pose for long, and she felt herself sinking to her knees. She still clutched the strap with one hand.
She released the strap, and fell forward onto her palms. She tried to rest, to catch her breath, to ease the pain by remaining on her hands and knees.
"Stand up!"
Leslie shook her head.
"Can't!" she gasped.
"Must!" the voice insisted. Leslie was too far gone in pain to hear the lust in the man's voice. He'd never seen such a wonderful exhibition. His cock was rock-hard, throbbing and waving wildly in front of him.
He watched on the screen as the little girl slowly struggled to her stocking feet. What a pure delight she was. In such agony, and still fighting, still obeying.
Silly child! Why don't you simply faint! Make things so much easier for you. But so much less pleasant for me!
Leslie throbbed all over. Her mind was blown into a foggy never land of pain and lust. Her nipples seemed to respond to the rubbing in her cunt, and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she just stood there. Her ass burned like hellfire, though. And she was scared to death!
She shuddered hard, and fought to calm herself. The pain was easing into a slow throbbing heat. She gulped and tried to take a deep breath.
The belt around her middle was cutting into her skin.
"It huuuuurrrtttsss!" she screamed at the loudspeaker over her head!
"Naturally," was the calm reply.
Leslie clenched her tiny fists hard, digging her fingernails into her palms. It seemed to ease the pain elsewhere.
She was drenched, and her long hair was beginning to stick to her sweaty back.
"I believe you are not finished dressing, dear."
Leslie couldn't believe there could be more. She glanced at the chair. Handcuffs!
She sighed, picked up the cuffs, and without hesitation slipped one cuff over her left wrist.
"Behind your back! Behind!" the rasping voice warned.
Leslie blew air loudly from between her pursed lips.
She clicked the cuff shut, then slipped both arms behind her back. She fumbled the second cuff closed around her right wrist. She stood still, defeated.
All the fear and terror she thought she'd overcome had slammed back into her. She was quivering. She could barely swallow and hardly breathe.
She waited.
"Go stand on the rug, darling. And kneel down, on your knees."
Leslie could do nothing but comply. She had lost her spirit. Her pretty hair meant nothing to her now. Her clean body had been raped. By herself.
She hurt! Her pussy throbbed with the fullness of the vile rubber prick inside her cunt channel. Yet, she felt the lubrication flowing freely, and her clit seemed to itch for the friction of the hard rubber cock.
Her asshole throbbed like a ring of fire around the impaling plug. No pleasure at all back there. But it was so hot and loose and squishy feeling, deep inside her bowels.
Her nipples simply ached and itched, She knew what it was. She needed to feel them being sucked. By Wendy and by Jerry. Sucked and licked by somebody she loved!
"Hello!"
Leslie jerked hard. The voice was right behind her. She twisted and looked behind her shoulder. The man who had bought her stood only inches away.
And his tremendous cock was pointed right into her face!
"Let me be brief," Paul said, smiling down at the pretty bound little girl. "Suck my cock!"
Leslie's eyes went wide!
Suck his cock!
Her shoulders slumped. Suck his cock. Why not? Suck his fucking cock, and get it over with.
But something deep inside the girl grew eager. She felt her nipples harden into even tighter nubs. And her cunt gave a surge, and she felt the juices gushing into her pussy channel. She blushed.
She lowered her eyes to the floor in front of her, and nodded.
Paul walked around in front of the child, and poked the tip of his cock against her puffy moist lips!
Leslie jerked her face away, but slowly turned back, letting her closed lips brush lightly against the very tip of his cock. She felt the drops of lubrication smear over her lips.
She could smell the heady aroma of his maleness. It twisted her gut into knots. She itched all over, burned and quivered. She wet her lips. She wanted to do it, she didn't want to do it. She had to do it, but she couldn't do it!
"Do it!" Paul commanded.
Leslie licked her lips again, and in doing so, the tip of her tongue brushed over the tip of the man's hard cock. He jerked! He reached down and grabbed two strong fistfuls of lovely blonde hair, and tugged on the strands between his fingers as though he was holding the reins of a colt.
Leslie felt her face dragged forward. She opened her mouth wide, feeling his huge cock slide over her teeth and back into the hot wet cavern of her virgin throat.
"Don't bite, darling!"
Leslie grunted. She gulped. She slowly let her lips close down around the massive prick, careful not to press her teeth against it.
She felt his huge cock start to pull out of her mouth, forcing her to suction it.
She sucked weakly and swallowed.
Paul felt the pressure, and clutched her hair tighter, pulling the child's incredibly lovely face down firmly on his cock.
"Mmmmmmm, baby! Suck it good, doll!"
Leslie felt his hard cock-flesh resting on her tongue. She stroked her tongue up and over his rod, and winced at the man's sudden response. He jerked hard on her hair, bringing tears to her eyes.
Leslie's eyes went really wide when she felt him ram his cock down her throat. It battered the softness at the back of her throat like a rod of iron, hurting her like hell.
Her arms ached. Her whole body was dripping with sweat, even though the room was freezing cold. Maybe that was why it was so cold in here. He used it for sex. Leslie was astonished at the crystal clarity of her thoughts. Kneeling on a rug with her hands cuffed behind her back, dressed in the most obscene outfit she could ever imagine, impaled in her cunt and in her asshole with rubber dicks, sucking on a man's cock! She couldn't believe it!
And she was shaking wildly. Her cunt was gushing juices. She itched and ached to be fucked.
She squeezed her thighs together around the rubber pole in her cunt, trying to work her clit against it.
She jerked as the first bolt of real pleasure flashed into her belly. She gasped, jerked forward on his cock in her mouth, and began sucking in a frenzy of lust.
It suddenly didn't matter to the young girl what was happening to her, or why. All she wanted was to feel the fucking cock in her cunt, ramming in and out of her body hard and fast.
She sucked and slurped madly at the prick in her mouth, drooling onto her own tits, wetting the fishnet vest and feeling the saliva roll down over her trembling taut tummy to her sizzling cunt mound.
She humped the rubber prick, her knees scraping over the rough rug. Paul held her hair so tightly it hurt, but it felt wonderful, too. She couldn't comprehend the complexity of emotions coursing through her body, burning through her veins. It was all too confusing to stop and think about it. She was scared and happy, terrified and delighted, repulsed and drawn to the whole thing. She felt horrified and joyful, disgusted and overwhelmed with pleasure, all at the same time!
She sucked the cock in her mouth eagerly!
She teased the cock head, working her wiggling tongue all around, slipping her tongue under the loose foreskin and sucking every drop of fluid that dripped from the slit in the end of his monster prick!
Her nipples felt like they were about to explode.
She gasped and cried out when she felt Paul's hands release her hair and grab her nipples through the mesh of the vest.
It sent hard jolts of electric pleasure deep into her tits. He pulled them, twisted them, hurt them. She moaned and sucked harder.
She pumped her cunt up and down on his hard cock, feeling the sloshing juices rubbing against the sides of the fake dick. It felt wonderful. Hot and wet.
She bobbed her head back and forth on the cock between her teeth. Her aching jaws yawned wide-open.
Paul pulled and pinched the child's hard nipples, crushing them and rolling them between his fingers.
He rammed his cock in and out of her mouth.
And suddenly, he jammed his cock all the way into her throat, and blasted her full of cum.
Leslie gulped hard and fast.
The hot thick fluid spattered the back of her throat. It plugged her throat so she couldn't breathe. She swallowed hard. She gulped and sucked the thick goo down as fast as she could, gasping for air between each painful gulp.
She pulled at her cuffed wrists, trying to bring her hands around to her burning clit. She gulped cum and felt her own climax suddenly break over her. She twitched a couple of times, gasped and gulped! And suddenly she threw herself back onto the rug, rolling painfully onto her bound arms, the steel edges of the handcuffs gouging into her spine. She threw her head wildly from side to side, screaming over and over as loud as she could, humping the immense cock in her cunt for all she was worth.
And Paul grabbed his still pumping prick and hosed down the little girl's writhing body! He spurted the last of his hot thick goo all over her taut tummy and slender thighs. Then he sank to his knees in front of her, watching in fascination as she screamed at the crest of her climax.
Leslie hunched and humped hard against the tight thick cock up her cunt. Her cunt was gushing and spewing juice in a frenzy. Her asshole itched from the slight in and out rubbing of the narrow rubber plug in her ass channel.
Her nipples ached to be clawed and mauled.
Her whole body was coming.
She rolled hard from side to side, throwing herself about on the rug like a madwoman.
She drenched the rug with her sweat.
Her thighs became sticky with the cum oozing and squirting out around the base of the rubber dick.
"Ohhhhhhh, mmyyyyy Godddddd!" Leslie screamed shrilly. She arched high off the rug, her fingers clawing at the material under her bare asscheeks, her thighs trembling violently as they held her body arched.
She shook hard, then harder!
She gasped, grunted, then sucked a breath of air and held it, gritting her teeth and turning bright-red.
Suddenly, the air burst from her mouth, and she fell flat on her back again, her legs flopping limply open, her head rolling loosely to one side.
She jerked.
She twitched slightly.
She sighed long and loud, shuddered, and then was still.
Paul stared in wonder at the little girl. She was a vision of lust, of delight. Her body was glistening with sweat. Her long clean blonde hair lay all about her pretty face, arranged in wild disarray. Her chest heaved hard. Her tiny tits rose and fell in a rapid rhythm. Her tummy quivered.
And the tight belt dug in around her waist, holding the hard prick within her drooling cunt channel and her throbbing asshole.
"Amazing! Beautiful! Perfect!" Paul exclaimed loudly.
He stood up. He straddled the spent youngster. She moaned. Paul grinned as he took his limp prick in hand, and aimed it down at her lovely face, her incredibly beautiful mane of waist length blonde hair scattered wildly about her head.
Leslie jerked as she felt the hot stream of his acrid smelling piss burst against her soft wet skin.
Paul hosed her down good.
Leslie lay there on the rug, moaning and whimpering, but too limp and exhausted to move.
She simply accepted the hot spray of piss, feeling the stinging blast wet down her freshly washed hair.
She groaned at the vague thought that she'd have to wash it all over again.
Paul hosed her down, working the hot hard stream of yellow fluid up and down her chest and tummy, blasting her cunt mound with it.
He targeted her nipples, watering them both in his harsh piss stream, making them grow hard again.
Leslie felt his hot piss cooling quickly on her skin, and the coldness of the room began to work its way into her body again.
She twisted her face away from the hot stream.
God! Wasn't he ever going to run out of piss?
"Open your mouth, bitch! Drink my fucking piss!" Leslie clenched her jaws tight.
Paul jabbed her side with his toe. He was wearing shoes. Leslie felt the stream suddenly spray over her mouth, blasting into her nose.
She gasped and snorted hard. She lifted up a bit, but Paul's shoe against her chest slammed her back down.
"Open your fucking little mouth!"
Leslie couldn't breathe with his piss hosing into her nose like this. She suddenly yawned her mouth wide-open, blocking her throat with her tongue, and felt her open mouth filling with the hot stream of his piss.
Her mouth filled and overflowed.
Paul pressed his foot down hard against her tits.
"Swallow it! Swallow it all!"
Leslie wanted to scream! Noooo! I can't drink piss! Noooo!
But the shoe crushing her tits began to twist, scraping painfully over her hard nipples. Leslie HAD to scream. She gulped suddenly, gagging hard. Her throat tried to contract and stop her from swallowing the horrible salty piss that filled her young mouth.
But she gulped it down and opened her mouth for more.
She swallowed it fast, gasping for air.
Paul filled her mouth a third time and watched her swallow his piss. He felt the stream weakening, and began spraying her pretty face all over, thoroughly wetting her face and hair.
Leslie gulped the last of his piss, and sucked air loudly, crying hard.
She ached all over, and her hands were throbbing.
She was covered with sweat and cum and piss.
And suddenly she cried out, startled again. She was being lifted. Carried. She felt her body being lowered into a wooden box, roughly cut and unfinished on the inside. It looked like a coffin.
Paul was busily fitting her ankles through two slots in the lower end of the box.
She felt heavy chains being dragged around her thin ankles, pulled very tight. She heard the click of several pairs of padlocks.
She tried to pull her feet up, but they were trapped. She was being chained into her own coffin.
"Please!" she begged weakly.
"Shhhhh! I'm in the middle of a very wonderful illusion!"
She swallowed hard, tasting piss. She twisted her neck and tried to see above her head. No escape. It was a coffin.
"I'm a magician!" Paul explained casually. "I'm Irving the Incredible!" He reached in and stroked Leslie's wet thighs, cupped her small tits. He undid the ribbon that held the vest closed, and opened it away from Leslie's pretty little boobs.
"Please don't do this to me, sir!" Leslie whimpered, feeling his warm hands cupping and massaging her beautiful young breasts.
"Gotta!" Paul said, reaching under her arms and helping her to sit upright in the long box. He produced a tiny key and unlocked the cuffs. Leslie rubbed her wrists to ease the raw soreness, but Paul shoved her down again onto her back.
"Arms over your head, pretty girl!"
Leslie lifted her arms and felt Paul take them and fit them down into the slots in the upper end of the coffin. Chains were quickly wrapped around the girl's slender wrists, and pulled tight. Leslie felt her body being stretched.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "You're pulling me in two!"
"Not yet! Not yet! But very soon!"
Leslie grunted and whimpered as she felt herself being stretched farther, pulled until she thought for certain her arms would pop out of their sockets.
She was pulled so fucking taut that only her ass cheeks rested on the wooden base of the coffin.
Her back and shoulder blades were lifted off the wood by the horrible strain of her taut position.
She gasped and tried to breathe slowly and deeply, but the strap was still around her waist, digging in, forcing her to breathe in only shallow gasps.
She let her head fall back into the lovely but piss drenched mass of her hair. It was cold on her neck and back. She was freezing.
She was utterly helpless and defenseless.
She screamed again, hoarsely, as Paul lifted the wooden cover over the top of the coffin, and closed her in. It was pitch black inside the narrow box!
"Oh, God! No! No! Please let me out! Help! Please!"
She felt her bones being jarred hard as Paul nailed the lid down. Each blow of the hammer sent a jolt of agony into her stretched limbs.
Leslie whimpered quietly to herself. Only her hands and feet were outside the box, just like those boxes they used on television when they were going to saw the lady in half. Leslie jerked as the last of the nails were driven home. Was Paul whistling out there? Or was she going completely crazy!
She heard footsteps walking away from the side of the box, then slowly returning.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Paul shouted dramatically.
Leslie twitched as she felt him tickle the bottom of her stocking-clad foot.
"My most famous illusion!"
Leslie shook her head, trying to shake the drops of piss from her eyes. She licked her lips, only tasting more salty piss. She moaned loudly.
Suddenly, she realized what this box was! It was a box like on television!
Leslie opened her mouth wide.
"Aaaahhhgggfffhhh, nooooooo!"
But she sucked in her tummy hard when the blade of the saw sank into the pre-cut groove and rested just above her taut belly!
She was about to be sawn in half!
For real!
Oh, God! Heeeelllpp Meeee!"
She heard Paul pound on the top of the box. Her coffin!
"What you are about to witness, ladies and gentlemen, I can guarantee you have never before seen on this or any other stage! May I have total quiet, please!"
Leslie screamed again, her throat burning from the effort. Her throat was raw and sore from screaming.
She began jerking and pulling at her ankles and wrists, as hard and violently as she could.
The saw began moving slowly, slowly, back and forth!
In only seconds, it would be slicing into the soft wet flesh of Leslie's bare tummy!
CHAPTER SIX
The unmarked police car rolled silently to a stop a few hundred feet beyond the gigantic old house. Dave and Mac slipped out, careful not to make any noise shutting the car doors. They ran hunched over along the grassy shoulder until they were squatting beside the house itself.
''Shall we try just knocking?"
"Better not. He's had plenty of time to do a job on the poor kid. And don't forget, the guy was a magician. He might have the place booby-trapped but good!"
"Shit."
"For now, let's just look around. But keep your ears peeled. If we hear the kid scream, we're going in like gangbusters!"
"OK, buddy!"
The two cops began peering into the lower level windows. Mac took the front side, and Dick took the rear of the house. They met in the driveway.
"Can't see anybody inside. You?"
"Nothing. Very quiet."
"Too fucking quiet, if you ask me."
"Damn! Want to try going in?"
"Yeah, I want to! But we haven't got warrants for diddly-shit, let alone breaking into a private citizen's house."
They looked at each other.
Suddenly, they grinned.
"There's always the old Jesse James!"
Both men quickly pulled out handkerchiefs and tied them around their faces, like the bandits of yesteryear about to rob the westbound stage.
This way, if they found nothing, they couldn't be accused of unlawful entry. They would only be assigned to investigate the break-in themselves.
"Ready?"
"Yeah. Let's do it!" no Dick tried the side door. Locked. He pulled out his pistol, grabbed the barrel, and cracked the window glass with the butt of the gun. It shattered quietly to the rug just inside the doorway.
He shoved his arm through the hole and fumbled inside for the handle. He twisted, and the door clicked open. He yanked it wide, and both men leaped into the narrow entry way, one aiming his gun down the stairs, one aiming upward.
There was a door at both the top and the bottom of the long flight of stairs.
"Down. We didn't see anything on the first floor. He's got her down there, or on one of the upper floors."
"Keep a sharp eye out, and a sharp ear!"
They crept down the stairs and took up positions on either side of the door, pistols at the ready.
From the other side of the door, they heard a strange sound.
"What the fuck is that?"
Mac cocked his head, pressed his ear directly against the door.
"It sounds like somebody's sawing wood!"
Instantly, the same horrible image flashed into each man's mind!
Leslie was crying hard. Her whole body ached. The chains dragging at her ankles and wrists had cut off her circulation, and her hands and feet were throbbing with pain.
But her full attention was on the moving blade of the saw.
It dug into the wood, spraying her naked wet tummy with bits of sawdust. It slid back, filling the tiny coffin-shaped box with dust that was making Leslie gag!
Sobbing and gagging, Leslie sucked her tummy in as hard as she could, trying to see in the darkness of the tight box how close the blade was to her flesh.
She could feel it.
Within seconds, it would bite into her skin!
Only one or two strokes remained, before the poor little teen-age birthday girl would feel the terrible stinging teeth of the saw blade slice into her quivering belly.
The blade stroked backward.
It rushed forward, scattering another load of sawdust over her sweaty skin.
It ripped backward.
It started forward, and Leslie felt the hot steel of the blade press into her tummy. She couldn't hold her stomach in another second. She sucked in a lungful of dusty air and screamed.
Her voice was so hoarse, it came out as a gasp.
The blade jerked. It jerked again. It was stuck.
And suddenly, there was a tremendous, ear-shattering blast. Another. Another. And silence.
Then, something heavy thudded to the floor, very close to the coffin.
Leslie couldn't hold her tummy sucked in any longer, and when she relaxed, she felt the soft wet skin of her belly move up against the sides of the blade.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. She shuddered and shook, pulling on the chains that bound her in place. The next stroke of the saw blade would rip deep into her soft tummy.
She sobbed quietly, unable to fight.
She wanted desperately to faint, but she couldn't. She just wanted to go to sleep, and never wake up.
But a new sound shattered the darkness and the stillness of her coffin.
The slamming of a hammer-head against the lid.
The shrill squeaking and squealing of nails being pulled from wood.
Nail after nail was pried loose. She could hear them being dropped to the floor.
New voices!
Have I been sold again? Leslie asked herself.
Suddenly, the coffin was filled with blinding light, and two human-shaped shadows reached down into the box. She tried to cringe away from the hands.
"Nooooo!" she howled, twisting from side to side.
"Good thing you took that saw blade out of there, Dick. She'd have sliced herself up good, jerking around like that!"
"Yeah. Let's just get her the hell out of that fucking box!"
Leslie felt hands working on the chains, releasing her ankles and wrists. Slowly, she drew her arms down over her tummy, feeling the skin for cuts.
"You're all right, honey. We got here in time."
"Just in time!" Mac added, throwing the ankle chains down hard.
Leslie whimpered quietly as she felt her trembling body slowly and gently lifted from the coffin.
"Jesus! What's this damned thing around her waist?"
"I don't know. But I can just imagine what it's doing to her down there. Look!"
Dick saw what his partner meant. The strap not only cut deep into the little girl's belly, it went down between her thighs as well.
"Good God! The maniacs!"
Leslie nodded slightly as she felt herself lowered to the couch. Yes, they were maniacs. All of them. She muttered under her breath.
She winced as she felt fingers working at the front of the biting belt around her waist. Suddenly, the belt flew free. She could breathe. She sucked in a tremendous deep satisfying lungful of air.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she sighed in pleasure!
Mac checked the belt that dug into her cunt lips. He quickly saw that it held something large, rammed deep into her cunt.
"Damn!" he whispered. He grasped the belt right over her sore pussy mound and worked his fingers under the edges of the strap. He gritted his teeth. He glanced at his partner, then at Leslie's face. She was paying no attention to what was happening to her. She was babbling to herself, her pretty eyes puffy and red as she squinted at the ceiling.
He yanked the rubber prick from within her cunt channel, pulling it out of her body in one swift jerk.
Leslie twitched, and nothing more.
But the huge fat prick drew out great thick cold sticky gouts and strings of pussy-cum.
Both men raised their eyebrows.
Well, it hadn't been all torture!
Mac saw that the strap hadn't come fully away from the child's cunt. He peered down along the strap, under her cunt crack.
"It's up her asshole, too!" he gasped.
He worked it out of her shitter carefully. Leslie suddenly cried out, jerked hard and high off the couch.
"Ouch! Owwwwwww!" she cried as her asshole slammed shut.
Mac took the belt, dripping with little girl cum and shit, and dropped it distastefully into the coffin. He looked down at Paul Irving's dead body and snorted, shaking his head.
"Call it in, partner. I'll find the kid something to wear. One of us can ,stay here until the team arrives, and one of us can drive the kid home."
"Think we should remove her from the scene?"
"Think we shouldn't?"
They both looked at the teen-ager. She was crusted with sweaty dust and filth, her long hair caked with sawdust, matted to her scalp with sweat and piss. Her whole little body was shaking violently, and she was staring vacantly into space.
But her nipples were hard as hell.
And her cunt oozed a steady stream of thick white fluid, giving off the heady odor of young lust.
Against his will, Dick felt his cock rising hard and ready in his pants.
"I'll, uh . . . I'll drive her home, Mac. You call it in. OK?"
Mac, with a teen-age daughter about Leslie's age at home, didn't even think about it. He nodded to his buddy, then turned away to find a telephone and report.
He didn't see Dick's hand drop down and give his prick a nice hard squeeze.
"Hold on, boy!" Dick whispered. "Let's get her into the car, first!"
Dick drove, his cock throbbing insistently against the zipper of his pants. Beside him on the seat, sitting up, was the lovely young girl. She was clad in a thick white robe they had found in a closet.
Dick licked his lips. He glanced sideways at Leslie. Under that robe, the kid was stark naked. And she was a fucking beauty.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
Leslie was staring straight ahead. She had insisted on sitting up front. She'd spent too many long hours lying down this evening. She was slowly coming around.
"Huh?" she asked.
"I just wondered what your name was, honey?"
"Leslie."
"Pretty name for a pretty girl." Leslie rested her head back against the seat, and rolled her head toward Dick. She licked her lips and cleared her throat.
"Thanks," she whispered. "But I must really look awful right now."
"Nan!" Dick said, eager to talk to the child. This was his first case of horniness over one of the victims he'd saved. His prick was swollen and aching in his pants, longing to get out and dive into this kid's sloppy cunt.
"Nah!" he repeated. "You just look like a pretty young lady who's been through hell."
"Yeah. Well, thanks. What's your name?"
"Dick."
Leslie gave the man a nice smile, then rolled her head back. She stared silently and thoughtfully out the windshield. Dick wanted to start up the conversation half a dozen times during the ride back to Leslie's house. But he didn't want to disturb the girl too much. His fucking cock was acting on its own. He hadn't planned on getting the hots for this little bitch, after all. It just happened. Suddenly. Without warning. It wasn't his fault.
He looked over at the quiet girl. Her long hair was clinging to her shoulders and face. They'd asked her if she wanted to get herself cleaned up before she left, but she had told them no!
Dick sighed quietly. Too bad. Well, he'd go downtown later and pick up Betty and fuck the shit out of her. Still, he'd really like to slam it home into this kid's cunt.
"It's just around the next corner, sir," Leslie said suddenly.
"Yeah. I know," Dick told her. He pointed to the address on the call sheet hanging near the girl's knees.
She smiled quickly at him. "Of course," she whispered.
He pulled the car all the way up into the driveway, and shut the motor off. He looked the house over closely.
"No lights on, Leslie. You want to wait until somebody gets home?"
"No, sir. My mother and father have gone away for a couple of days. They won't be back until the day after tomorrow. I'll just go in now. Thank you," she said, opening the door and slipping off the seat. She bent down and peered back inside. "I mean, thank you for ... for saving my life. Dick."
Dick smiled at her. He gulped. He didn't want to lose the chance to fuck this little princess.
"Maybe I better just wait out here tonight, so you can feel safe. You know, until morning?"
Leslie straightened up. She glanced at the house. It did look dark and lonely. And she was still shaky from all the terror. She bent back down and looked at the man.
"No. Come in with me."
Dick leaped out of the car and locked it. He escorted the teen up the walk and opened the door for her. None of the kids at her birthday party had thought of locking the place up.
She flicked on the light.
The living room was all decorated for her party! Streamers of brightly colored paper swept all over the room. Hundreds of red and green and blue balloons hung from strings taped to the ceiling and walls. It was like a technicolor cavern in the large room.
"How beautiful! Oh! They went to so much trouble for me!" Leslie said, delighted.
"Looks like they had a lot of presents ready for you, too, Leslie."
"Oh!"
On the table were dozens of gaily wrapped packages. All sizes and shapes.
Leslie walked over to the table and touched the pretty packages tenderly. Tears burned in her reddened eyes. She felt them flow over her lids, trickle down her cheeks, and drip onto the paper around the packages.
She began sobbing hard, cupping her face with both palms.
And Dick stepped up behind her, took her shoulders firmly but gently, and turned the little girl toward him. She let her body fall against his. He hugged her hard, stroking the matted smelly hair as though it were silk.
"You're safe now, Leslie. It's all over. You're safe."
Leslie sobbed hard and long against Dick's chest, feeling his comforting hands hugging her, stroking her head and back. She slowly felt the need to sob slip away, and sniffled a bit, then pulled back from the man's body.
She looked into his eyes.
She sniffed.
He looked so compassionate. So concerned. So worried about her.
And he had saved her life.
The enormity of it all suddenly hit the girl. She began shaking hard. Her little fists clawed at Dick's sleeves. Her eyes went wild. Suddenly, she flung herself forward, lifting upward and throwing her arms about the man's strong neck. She twisted her face, and mashed her lips hard against his.
Dick was stunned.
He kept his lips tightly pursed, letting the child kiss him. Leslie kissed hard! She mashed and rolled her full wet lips against his, kissing the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, his chin, in wild rapid nibbles.
Her tiny body clung hard to his powerful masculinity.
"Kiss me!" she urged, jerking her head back only long enough to gasp out the words.
She crushed her lips back against his, and this time Dick responded as the youngster wanted him to. And he wanted to. He kissed her back. Hard. His tongue poked against her lips, and she parted them wide, letting him thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She eagerly sucked on his tongue.
Dick was startled by the girl's reaction, but let himself relax after a few minutes, and enjoy her eagerness.
She really wanted this.
She thrust her own hot tongue between his teeth and he began sucking on it. So fucking soft and sweet. He pulled on her tongue, sucking it like a straw, pulling so hard it made her wince.
But the slight sharp pain felt good.
She pulled her head back, working her tongue out of his mouth. She was gasping. She was sweating. She let her mouth hang wide open and panted hard.
Dick just watched her.
It was her move.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Leslie began whispering loudly, over and over again. She stepped back away from Dick. She turned and looked all about the gaily decorated room, at the pile of presents on the table. She began turning in a tight circle, whirling around, her eyes darting everywhere.
And she untied the cord around the waist of her robe.
She shrugged the robe from her shoulders. She let the robe slip down her arms and fall in a loose heap around her bare feet.
She suddenly stopped moving, stood still, facing Dick! Utterly naked.
She took a deep breath. She brushed the stringy strands of blonde hair away from her cheek, back off her bare shoulders.
Leslie was no longer herself.
She was the lead in some wonderful movie.
She looked at the policeman. He was extremely attractive. He had saved her life. She owed him her life. She owed him everything!
She lifted her arms slowly.
"Fuck me," she said, quietly.
Dick stared at her, his cock curled tightly in his pants, just waiting to leap out.
"Fuck you?"
Leslie nodded, kicked the robe aside, and stepped toward Dick, her arms going up around his neck again.
"Fuck me! Take me! Fuck me!" she told the man, begging him with her voice, her eyes, her body!
She was playing a part.
She was reacting, over-reacting to the horrors of the evening. But she didn't realize it. She didn't care. She only knew she had to be fucked by her hero.
"Come on, Dick! Fuck me!" she pleaded, pressing her cheek against his.
Dick's arms came up over her back, tightening. His heart thudded hard against his rib-cage, and his cock grew so hard it felt like a hundred pounds of iron. His balls bloated and hurt.
Her skin was so smooth.
He kissed her throaty and clutched her hard when she moaned. She did want it. She was begging for his cock!
He reached down between their bodies and pulled his zipper down, reached inside, and hauled out his prick!
Leslie felt his hard cock spring to life against her skin.
"Oh!" she cried out.
Dick wrapped his arm about her body again, and pulled her tightly against him, feeling her thighs clench at his rigid prick.
"Oh, please! Fuck me with it! Put it inside me!" Leslie whimpered wildly. She was writhing against him. Her thighs parted and she tried to climb his body, tried to squat her cunt down on his fucking prick.
"Hey, baby! Calm down, will you! Let's take this nice and slow!"
Dick wanted to be gentle with the poor teenager, but Leslie had other ideas. She was hot for it. She needed the real thing. She had been tormented and teased all night long. Her cunt was on fire. But she didn't want some stupid rubber dong inside her cunt channel, she wanted the real fucking thing! She wanted Dick's cock!
"Nice and slow?" she said, as though the words were in a foreign language and she didn't understand them. "Nice and slow? Nooooo! Not slow! Not nice! Hard and fast! Fuck me, Dick! But you fuck my cunt hard and fast, do you hear me?! Hurt me! Hurt meeeee! Fucking hurt meeeeeee!"
She leaped at him, clawing at his face with her fingernails. Dick grabbed her wrists and shoved her backward! But Leslie came at him again, grinning and growling! Her fingernails were sharp and ragged, broken. Lethal little knives, ready to slice Dick's face but good. She jumped. He grabbed and dodged aside. Good God! She was fighting him. Fighting him so he'd fuck her hard and hurt her good.
"OK, you little bitch! If hurt is what you want, hurt is what you get!" he gasped, forcing the child's wildly flailing arms down to her bare sides.
Leslie sucked air like a huge cat fighting for its life. She was so damned hot!
"Fuck me, Dick! Fuck me if you can!"
She grinned at him, showing a row of perfectly straight and bright white teeth. She gnashed them wickedly together!
"I'll chew your cock right off if you don't fuck me!"
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, baby!"
"Not if you don't rape me for it, baby!"
Dick and Leslie stood close, his hands gripping her thin wrists, pressing them tightly to her naked hips. She stared into his face, grinning and gritting her teeth.
Slowly, she felt his strength press her arms behind her back and cross her wrists. He took her thin frail wrists in one hand, and brought the other to her bare chest-and began stroking her tits!
"Let me go, you fucking bastard!" Leslie shouted. She kicked at his shin.
"Ouch! Why you rotten little bitch!"
She kicked him again, with her bare foot.
"Next time it'll be your fucking nuts!" Leslie laughed.
"No next time for you, Baby Boobs!" Dick said. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his handcuffs. Leslie struggled hard in his grip for a few seconds, her strength quickly leaving her exhausted young body.
Dick made quick work of slipping the cuffs over the child's wrists, then he shoved her hard and she stumbled across the room to the couch, landing hard on her belly.
"There! Is that good enough for you, little girl?"
"I'm not a little girl, you big ape! I'm a woman! And I want your cock! Shove it into me! Hurry!" Leslie cried, laughing as she threw herself off the couch and darted away from the man's reaching hands.
Her tiny tits bounced delightfully as she jumped and darted away from him.
"I'll fuck you, baby! But first I'm gonna give you a very badly needed bath!"
"Never happen, fuzz!"
Leslie screamed merrily, her hands cuffed behind her back. Dick made a lunge toward her and she ducked aside. She rushed through the doorway into the dining room, then leaped up the stairs two at a time.
Dick was right on her heels, and he tackled her in the hallway. Leslie was just too tired to fight for long. She lay still under his heavy body.
"You weigh a ton and a half, Dick," she gasped.
"All of it cock. And all of it just for you, beautiful!"
The pretty teen looked up into the man's handsome face, her chest heaving hard with her efforts. She sighed. Dick smiled at her. She liked being called beautiful.
"Am I beautiful?"
Dick gave his cock a nudge against her pussy.
"Ugjy as sin itself!"
Leslie spread her legs wide under him.
"Fuck me! Right now! Here!" she whispered urgently. She humped her cunt against the head of his prick.
But Dick slid off her sticky body.
Leslie groaned in frustration. She lay on her back, her arms under her, the wrists cuffed tightly together.
Dick rested up on his elbow beside her on the hallway rug, and cupped her small tits one at a time, very gently.
Leslie moaned, and licked her lips.
Dick watched her face. And suddenly, he thought he knew what was going on inside her skull. She was getting back up on the horse.
If she'd fallen off a horse, she'd have to get right back up there, immediately, and try it again. Or she'd lose her nerve. And that's what she was doing now.
Leslie had been badly mistreated by men. She had been bound and hurt. She was frightened. She considered herself to be a woman. Yet tonight she'd been through more than most women go through in a lifetime.
She had to get back up on that fucking horse. She had to prove to herself that she could take it. That it wasn't really as bad as it seemed.
So she was begging for the same kind of treatment, but making a game out of it. A game she could control.
Dick smiled tenderly at the pretty girl.
She smiled back.
"Ready for your bath, Leslie?" he said. "Think you're man enough to give me one?" she said, grinning, pumping her cunt against his forearm.
"YEAH!" Dick laughed back. He reached under her body and scooped her up in his arms, kissing her quickly on her lips.
"Which way to the bathroom, lady?" he asked.
"Fuck me, then I'll tell you!" Leslie challenged.
Dick just shrugged, and started down the hallway, peeking into each room as he passed. The bathroom was at the end of the hall.
Dick set his bundle down on the John. He gripped the cuffs by the short chain between her wrists while he bent over the tub and turned on the hot water tap. He waited until it was blasting steaming hot water and then cooled it with the cold water tap.
Leslie struggled a little bit, but only for effect. Just to let him know he'd better hold onto her, or else.
The tub filled slowly.
Dick used the time caressing Leslie's beautiful little tits, enjoying her hard nipples with his lips and teeth.
But he kept one hand on the cuffs.
Leslie loved it.
She arched her back, grinding her tit mound into Dick's sucking mouth.
She purred loudly, working her hands in the cuffs, shifting her bare shoulders as she mashed her firm little boob against Dick's lips, delighting in the electric thrill of his tongue wiggling and tickling over her swollen nipple.
"Oooooooooo! Fuck me!" she begged in a husky whisper of lust. Her cunt sizzled. Her clit burned. Her nipples throbbed in Dick's hard suctioning mouth.
She squirmed on the toilet seat, purring and moaning. Her fingers clawed at Dick's tight fist around the cuff chain.
"Bite me! Bite my breasts! Hurt my nipples! Please, Dick!" Leslie pleaded, her voice trembling.
Dick did as she told him to. He ground her tit between his teeth and pulled her whole nipple away from the apple-sized globe of her breast.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Yes! Ooooo! Ouch! Uh! Ohhhhhhh!"
Dick nipped her breasts, sucked giant hickeys into her soft skin.
"Hey! The water!" Leslie suddenly called, gasping.
Dick reluctantly left her tits for the quick moment it took to shut the water off in the tub. He stood up and looked at the teen-ager.
"Time you had a bath, young lady!" he told her.
Leslie looked at him, her eyes all soft and yielding. She felt excited. Her whole body yearned to feel this man's cock ramming in and out of her tight cunt hole, fucking her to the heights of pleasure.
Yet she felt a little scared, too.
Scared and excited, Leslie didn't struggle as Dick lifted her naked body and lowered her carefully into the steaming water in the tub.
And gave her whole body a real bath!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Leslie Brown was clean again, for the third time that day. She stood shivering a little as Dick rubbed the thick towel vigorously over her skin, bringing it to life. She felt her whole body tingling with renewed energy and enthusiasm.
Dick toweled her beautiful body hard, briskly drying Leslie's soft skin and leaving it a scrubbed and healthy pink, glowing with the true beauty of her youth.
Leslie's arms were still handcuffed behind her back. Her shoulders were beginning to feel the slight strain, but she didn't mind. She was even beginning to enjoy the inability to use her hands to defend herself from Dick. He really did know how to give a girl a bath.
"Feeling better, Leslie?" Dick asked her, hanging the towel back on the rack.
"Much!" she said. Her cunt was oozing lubrication. Her clit itched even worse than before the bath. She wanted the man's cock.
"March!" Dick ordered, pointing out of the bathroom and down the hall.
"To bed?" Leslie asked with a wicked grin.
"To bed!"
Leslie started marching, then suddenly broke into a run. Dick stopped and watched her go. Leslie's long legs flashed as she rushed down the hall, and her tight ass cheeks wiggled beautifully. Her shoulders rolled from side to side as she ran, and her long freshly washed blonde hair flew wildly behind her.
She ducked into the room at the top of the stairs.
Dick walked slowly after her, unbuttoning his shirt.
Leslie stuck her head back out of the doorway, and looked at him as he came toward her.
"You're going to have to rape me for it!"
Dick slowly nodded his head and reached up, pushing the child back into her bedroom with his palm flat against her chest.
"So be it," he said, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down his legs. '
Leslie had staggered backward until the backs of her legs butted against the side of her bed. She stood watching the man remove his clothes, her breath coming in shallower gasps as she saw the tremendous bulge of his mammoth cock filling the crotch of his underpants.
She gulped hard as she watched him grasp the elastic at the top of the underpants and start to push them down over his huge prick.
Suddenly, it popped into view.
"Good God!" Leslie cried. She shook her shoulders, testing the strength of the metal cuffs around her wrists. No way she was going to escape having that cock rammed into her cunt. She licked her lips. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. No way she wanted to escape it.
Dick smiled at the child's wide-eyed gaze.
His cock stuck out straight from his itching loins, aimed right at Leslie's face.
Dick threw his clothing onto a chair in the corner, then turned to face the little girl. She was quivering. She was standing with her lovely legs splayed wide apart, partly in defiance, partly in display. Her tight little slit glistened with moisture, and it wasn't sweat.
"On the bed, kid!" Dick ordered.
"Fuck you, cop! If you want me, you'll have to take it from me!"
She backed around to the other side of her bed as Dick took a first step toward her. Her tits jiggled slightly. Her nipples swelled as she went to her knees on her bed and scrambled wildly across the mattress. Dick dove. He grabbed her ankle and hauled her back into the corner of the bed. A quick flip, and the girl was lying on her back, her cuffed arms under her body.
"Fuck me!" Leslie taunted the man, twisting hard and rolling away. He caught her easily, but Leslie crossed her ankles and locked her legs tight, guarding her cunt hole.
"Bitch!"
"Bastard!"
"You want it bad, don't you, Leslie!"
"I want your cock! I want it so bad it hurts! But I won't give it to you for free! Fuck me! Rape me!"
Leslie struggled violently, gritting her teeth, gasping with effort to free herself from the man's strong grip on her thighs.
Dick clutched her smooth thighs tighter and worked his hands up over her body until he was hugging her waist, his face buried between her clenched thighs, his tongue stroking the moisture from her slit.
Leslie squirmed wildly, twisting and turning her ass and thighs to avoid his lapping tickling tongue. Her cunt was drooling badly now. She wanted to spread her legs wide-open and fuck the man's face.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt his tongue thrust into her clenched slit, near the very top.
"Open up, Leslie! Let me fuck your pussy!"
"Nooooo! Rape me! Make me open my legs, you fucking bastard! Hurt me!"
Dick sighed in rising anger. What the fuck was with this kid? She wanted cock, that was for sure! But she wanted him to hurt her for it? Payment for her guilt? Whatever it was, Dick was getting too frustrated and his balls were getting too full to keep playing this fucking game much longer.
Dick suddenly grabbed her hard and rolled her over flat on her back.
"Ooof!" Leslie grunted.
Dick slid off the bed, and yanked open a drawer on Leslie's dresser. He started pawing through her under things until he pulled out what he wanted.
He turned toward the child, eyeing her in hot anger.
"OK, you little teasing bitch! You want games, I'll give you fucking games!"
He strode quickly to the bed and reached down and grabbed the girl's slender ankle in one meaty hand. He rapidly tied one end of the stocking around her ankle, and pulled her leg out toward the foot of the bed. Kneeling, Dick tied the other end to the leg of the bed.
"Won't work!" Leslie snorted.
She wrapped her other leg over her bound leg, and strained to keep them locked tightly together.
"Fucking will too work, baby!" Dick snorted back at her.
He tossed the other stocking to the foot of the bed, near the other leg, in readiness. He climbed onto the bed beside the girl, and forced his hand between her smooth thighs, high up. And he squeezed.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" Leslie groaned, her jaws clenched tight.
The hand between her thighs was digging in painfully. His fingers were so fucking strong. Leslie felt tears of pain well up in her eyes as she clenched her thighs harder. She gasped loudly, groaning and grunting with the strain!
' 'Mmmmmnnnnnhhhhhoooooooooo!''
And suddenly, she gave in. Her thighs opened and her ankles uncrossed. Dick kept his grip on her soft skin until he had the girl's leg tightly secured.
Leslie was breathing hard, her chest heaving.
She glared at Dick.
"Bastard cop!"
"Tricks of the trade, baby!" he grinned at her. She was a vision of delight. Her arms were under her, bound at the wrists, and her long limbs were pulled wide apart, bound to the lower corners of her bed with her own stockings.
"I didn't feel a thing!" Leslie said, blinking back the last traces of her tears. "Lying little twat!"
"Fuck me!"
"Hell with you! I oughta just go home, and leave you just like you are!" Leslie's eyes widened.
"You wouldn't do that!" she cried. She jerked her cunt at him and humped her ass up off the mattress.
"I oughta, though!" Dick said.
"But you won't!" Leslie cried again! "Please say you won't! Ohhh! I need your cock so bad!"
Her cunt was dripping juices already. Her clit was on fire. All the toying and fighting had sent her blood into a slow boil. She itched all over. She couldn't stay still. Her legs twitched and pulled at the tight stockings around her ankles. Her shoulders worked constantly to ease the strain in her arms and wrists, surrounded by the hard steel cuffs. Her belly quivered. Her tits rose and fell in a rapid, irregular rhythm. She was gulping air like a drowning person.
Dick stood over her, watching her growing excitement as she let her eyes rove all over his naked body.
She took in the great expanse of his broad chest, covered with thick curly black hair. She licked her lips as her eyes found the rigid ramrod of his throbbing prick.
She stared at it. God! It looked like a fucking fire hose, it was so thick and long.
She gulped hard.
Could she actually take the whole length of his monster-cock into her narrow cunt channel?
She sucked a deep breath of air, and looked into Dick's face.
He was smiling, and he gave her a wink.
She caught her breath as she felt him kneel down on the mattress between her legs.
He went forward onto his hands and knees, and crawled upward over the blanket to her beautiful young pussy.
He paused long enough to bend low. He planted a sloppy wet kiss on Leslie's puffy cunt mound, licking his tongue deep between her delicious pussy lips and scooping out a tongueful of sweet-tasting goo.
Leslie humped her slit against his lips.
Dick sucked on her hard little clit for a moment, making the little girl moan and whimper with lust.
Her thighs tried hard to clench the sides of his face and lock his loving lips to her dribbling clit.
He lifted his head and sighed, sniffing deeply the overpowering aroma of little girl pussy.
He moved higher up over her body, pausing next at her succulent little tits.
His cock head butted into her cunt mound, poking directly between her pussy lips, rubbing against her slippery clit. Leslie tried to fuck her cunt up over his fat cock.
"Fuck me!" she demanded hoarsely.
"Wait!" Dick told her, teasing and tormenting her.
"I can't wait!"
She was writhing wildly. She pumped her cunt high, banging her pussy against the head of the gigantic prick dangling hard and huge between the man's thighs.
He let her play. He dipped his face down to her lovely tits and stuck out his tongue. He licked lightly at her aching throbbing nipple buds!
"Ohhhhh, please fuck me now!"
Dick ignored her pleading and sucked. She arched her back, thrusting her tit mounds into his mouth. He nibbled and gnawed on her nipples, wiggling the tip of his tongue over the tip of her bud as he pulled away from her breast with his teeth.
Leslie jerked. Her body was shuddering with lust.
"Fuuuuuck meeeee nooooowww!"
Dick pulled his cock back away from her butting pumping pussy. She was mashing the head of his cock. His balls were dangling hard and full, and he was afraid she might bash them.
"Shut up, you fucking baby!" Leslie moaned as he chewed her other nipple.
Her cunt was gushing liquid. Her whole body, her mind and soul, were on fire. She had to have it!
Now!
She gurgled in her throat, gasping, muttering, begging. Her tits seemed to swell to twice their size under the expert sucking and licking she was getting.
And her nipples felt like they were going to explode.
She threw her head back, and her loins twitched and humped in a sharp pumping motion as she felt a tiny climax sweep over her. She gasped and blew air loudly from her pursed lips as her clit gushed for a few seconds, making her tight cunt channel slimy with her fragrant cum.
Dick felt deep shudders travel through her body. His cock went harder, dripping his own juices, aching so bad to be thrust up this child's hot wet pussy.
But he wanted to hold off for as long as he could and build up the greatest load of cum he'd ever let loose. He wanted to drown this exquisite beauty in his jism.
He left her tits and moved his face upward again, stretching his body out on top of the child's bound nakedness.
Leslie sighed as he crushed the air from her lungs.
It felt good, having a man on top of her.
If only he'd fuck his cock into her hole!
"Fuck me!" she whispered to him.
"Soon!" he whispered back. He pressed his lips to hers. The young teen-ager responded like a seasoned whore, darting her tongue over his lips and thrusting it hard against his mouth, forcing her way inside.
His cock slipped between her pussy lips and rested there.
Leslie felt the fat width of his prick at her cunt entrance. She let Dick suck her tongue, and suddenly she humped her pussy upward, ramming his cock into her all the way, impaling herself on Dick's immense prick meat!
She was filled with his manhood.
Her cunt walls scalded as his huge monster prick slammed deep into her, battering her pussy hard!
Dick kept his cock motionless for a moment, letting the child's cunt adapt to the invading giant.
He sucked her tongue and lips, stroked her teeth, kissed her mouth harder and harder.
"Oh, God! You're so fucking huge! I feel like I'm filled to the brim! I couldn't take another inch of you!"
Dick sucked her babbling lips. His cock felt like it was in a velvet lined vise. Leslie's cunt walls sucked and clenched like a vacuum cleaner at his whole cock.
He felt his balls growing tighter and tighter. They hurt like fucking hell. Release was only moments away.
He hugged Leslie hard, wrapping his arms under her upper arms and pulling her hard against his body. He rested his head against her hair, stroking the long blonde strands with his cheek. How incredibly soft and silky her hair was.
It smelled fresh and clean youthful! Innocent!
Even after all she'd been through tonight, Leslie was still an innocent young girl. And Dick was her first man. Her first real fuck.
"Ooooooo, Dick! Fuck me! Ram it into me!"
Dick slowly withdrew his cock, until just the head was still inside her slimy cunt channel. She moaned, thinking he was going to leave her for good.
But he shoved it all the way back into her, hard and fast.
Leslie shook.
She grunted.
She arched up off the bed, then fell back.
He pulled out and rammed her again, stuffing the full length of his burning prick into her pussy hole. In and out, faster and faster. Leslie was clawing at her own wrists, fighting the steel bracelets that bound her arms behind her back. She wanted to be free. She wanted to cling to the man's humping body. Hug him hard. Clutch at his neck, his hair.
And her thighs ached. They trembled and jerked spasmodically as Dick drove his full weight down against her cunt, again and again. His cock hammered into her like a piston of iron. Her body glistened with sweat.
She felt the man shuddering on top of her. His hands forced down along her bare back to her ass cheeks, clutching one in each kneading fist.
He crushed her tight ass cheeks in each hand.
He clawed her cunt closer to his balls, battering his prick into her as deep as possible. Suddenly, he threw back his head, and howled!
His cock blasted the little girl's cunt hole with scalding gouts of cum.
He splattered her virginal insides with a flood of sticky white jism.
His hips jerked, and his cock pumped and hosed the child's cunt hole so full of thick gooey cum that it began leaking out around the base of his cock.
It sucked and squirted. It dribbled and gushed. With each thrust of his cock, it flooded out of her tight slit.
Leslie was thrashing madly under his body. Her whole being was consumed with lust and agony and joy and overpowering pleasure. She lifted high. Her thighs tightened and trembled as they held her body arched.
She felt the first hard quaking shudder of pleasure wash over her.
And suddenly, she was a wild animal, filled with lust and nothing else. She rolled and shook her head insanely from side to side, her long blonde hair billowing and flying all about. Her tits jiggled wildly. Her cunt sucked and squeezed at the massive prong of cock-meat inside her body, sucking the cum into her cunt hole.
And her clit screamed with pleasure, gushing cum.
Her channel overflowed with thick white fluid.
They jerked and humped and mashed their bodies hard together, gasping and moaning as they spurted cum.
Dick clawed wildly at Leslie's bare asscheeks, scratching wide welts into her smooth skin as he clutched her hard. He locked his cock deep inside her, and pumped the final drops of gooey cum into her hole.
Leslie thrashed violently.
Her body shook spastically with pleasure.
She cried out as she felt Dick yank his quickly softening cock from her hole, dragging thick strings and gobs of hot cum with it.
Her thighs tried to clamp down on cold air.
Her body was still arched high off the mattress. She humped the air, her cunt spurting cum. The juices dribbled down her thighs to her knees, or dripped onto the bed under her pumping ass.
And suddenly, little Leslie fell back to the bed.
She twitched a final gob of cum from her hole.
Her pussy quivered for a moment.
She sighed deeply.
She was utterly exhausted.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!" she gasped at last.
Dick stretched out beside her, and laid his palm gently over her tit, cupping the hot wet mound fully. He felt her twitch once at his touch. Her nipple poked firmly into the center of his palm.
She stretched out, as best she could with her arms cuffed behind her.
"God!" she whispered again.
"Feeling better, Leslie?"
She turned her face to look at her hero!
"Yes!"
"Good girl!"
She struggled over to him and kissed his lips. They held the pleasantly gentle kiss for a long time, Dick's hand slowly massaging the warm moist mound of her tit.
Leslie began purring.
"You've got a big cock!" she giggled.
"You've got a hell of a tight cunt!"
Leslie giggled louder at the man's words. She was delighted with the way things had turned out for her.
"Let's do it again!" she said happily.
"Give me a few minutes, will you?"
"Bastard!"
"Bitch!"
They laughed together. Leslie took a slow deep breath. She let it out slowly. The hand on her tit felt perfect, as though it belonged there forever.
She closed her pretty eyes.
Dick let her rest for a few minutes before leaning over and sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Leslie responded instantly, arching her shoulder until her tit was grinding against his lips.
"Fuck me again, Dick! But first, let me out of these handcuffs!"
Dick found the key and released her. He started to toss the cuffs on the chair with his clothes, but had a sudden thought. He held the pair of steel handcuffs out and smiled.
Leslie took them.
She looked them over, admiring them. Her eyes glowed.
Dick kissed her bare shoulder.
"Happy Birthday," he whispered against her smooth skin.
