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 Little Girl Hostage By Perry Jones





   Chapter Ten



   It was awful!  Heather angrily shook her head and for the hundredth time
since the noon sun had crept in her window and awakened her she jumped up
from her bed and began to pace around her room.



   For the first time since they'd dashed out of her aunt's apartment the
pretty little girl realized what sort of a nightmare trap they were in.  At
first it had been exciting and sorta crazy.  But now, now that she finally
understood the meaning of being cooped up in the house, understood that she
was in danger if she left her room she hated it!



   The door to her room was open but Heather wouldn't go through it!  Mary
was out there and after their first meeting of the day she didn't want to
see her aunt, ever again!



   The pretty child stopped before her mirror and stared at herself.  But
instead of seeing her own reflection she saw the twisted, straining face of
her aunt.  Heather felt that nasty tingling come to life between her thighs
again and she tried to ignore it.  But the memory of warm, clinging lips,
of hot jolting flashes of pleasure that made you scream haunted her and she
grew more aroused with each passing second.



   "Go away from me!  I ...  I don't want to talk to you.  Just go away!!"
Heather felt her eyes clouding over but she refused to let herself cry as
she remembered how Mary had acted when she tried to sit beside her during
the quick lunch that they'd shared.  It was easy to see that her aunt was
shaken and ashamed and that just seeing her was upsetting.



   All right!  The little girl whispered to herself fiercely.  "I'll go
away and I'll stay away!  Heather felt hurt and embarrassed but the worst
part was that she understood.  The memory of all the dirty, exciting things
that Bobbie had taught them the night before was with her every moment and
every time that she let herself think about them she knew the panic and
shame that her lovely aunt must be feeling.



   Heather knew that they shouldn't have done those things with each other,
no matter how good they felt but when she thought of how lovely it had been
to snuggle close to her beautiful relative and suckle at her big, firm
breasts while a long finger flashed in and out of her cunny the only thing
she felt was a strong desire to repeat the act just as soon as she could!
She didn't even care if she did turn into one of those awful lesbian kind
of women!



   Suddenly the room seemed smaller than ever and Heather couldn't stand it
any longer!  The pretty little blonde darted out of the open door and down
the hallway.  She avoided going towards the kitchen where she knew that
Mary was sitting, she headed towards the front of the house.



   "Don't worry, you bastards.  We'll get you out!  We still got water,
we'll get you!!"



   Heather could hear the man outside calling before she even got into the
room.  By the time that the girl passed through the arch the voice had
stopped and there was a loud thumping sound followed by a more distant
bang, they were shooting at the house again!



   "Don't come in here, kid," Mike said hurriedly as he pulled back from
the long, narrow window.  "The natives are getting nervous and sunburned
out there and they ain't exactly happy!" Before Heather could answer him
there was another series of thumps against the thick outside wall and a
long shard of window glass crashed out of the frame!



   Her heart was thumping under her ribs when the little girl jumped back
into the hallway and scurried away from the front room.  The first door she
opened was her aunt's room and the little girl stood for a moment staring
at Bobbie as the pretty redhead lay naked under a sheet.  Heather stood
very still and watched the blunted tips of the woman's pear-shaped breasts
moving under the sheet.  A funny, twisted sense of excitement was boiling
inside of her but she finally forced it away from her and backed away from
the door.



   Mike's room was empty and there was only one more door for her to try.
Shyly, Heather peeked into the last darkened bedroom and finally made out
the large form of Robert Richmond on his bed.



   There were more gunshots outside and the terrifying sound of them drove
the little girl into the room and forced her to shut the door securely
behind her.



   "Wha ...  ?  Somethin' the matter?" Robert mumbled sleepily as Heather
skittered across the room and slipped under the sheet beside him.



   "It's ...  all right, it's just the men outside," Heather whispered in
the semi-darkness.  "It's all right, go back to sleep."



   Robert mumbled something else and stirred, then his breathing slowed and
Heather knew that he had drifted back to sleep.  The little girl wasn't
cold, yet she needed the feel of his big, warm body.  She needed some sense
of reality in the crazy world she'd been dumped into.



   Heather crept closer to the man, then lay with her back against his
front, curving her supple little body so that it could glue itself against
him from shoulder to heel.



   She must have fallen asleep too.  Heather murmured softly and smiled to
herself when a sluggish, slow moving sense of pleasure rolled up her spine.
The little girl sighed and wiggled closer to the man behind her but as she
did the pleasure came again, this time it was clearer, sharper and much
more demanding!



   As the sleep haze cleared in her mind, Heather realized that an arm was
around her shoulders and that something warm and hard was pressed between
her thighs.  The child gasped and tried to roll away but Robert's arm held
her down as his voice whispered soothingly in her ear.



   "Shhhhh, it's me.  It's Robert, baby, it's all right." Heather was still
shaken but she stopped struggling and lay still in the dark room while the
big man slowly sawed his firm cock back and forth over the fleshy folds of
her baby cunt.



   "I woke up with you and ...  well, I couldn't resist," the man chuckled
as he gently pulled the little girl back against his belly.  Robert had
worked her shorts and panties down and now they were wadded around
Heather's ankles, acting like a hobble.  The child shivered as the meat of
his cock rubbed against her vulva and waited for the hot surge of
excitement that she was sure would follow.



   "Hold me tight, Uncle Robert," Heather whispered in the darkness. 
"Don't let those mean men out there get me." The big man made a soothing
sound against her neck and pulled Heather even closer to him, the stiff
meat of his prick wiggled between her tightly closed thighs and she liked
the the feel of it there.



   It was better now.  Heather didn't feel so lonely, so frightened as she
lay gently rocking her slim little body against the man's hairy belly,
helping his big stalk move up and down against the sensitive flesh of her
inner thighs.



   The burning, tingling feeling that she had been waiting for came when
the man's hand dropped away from her shoulders and slipped down until a
finger could part the moist folds of her tight little cunt and begin to
stir, spreading the slick, clear oil of her lube over her eager clit-nub!
Sighing happily the little girl pressed her thighs tighter and began to
undulate, trying to move against him like a little silver fish.  Each time
that the thick stalk of the prick rubbed against the folded lips of her
sex, drops of her girl juice would squirt out and help the cock slide
easier.



   Then Robert did something that made the half naked little girl shake
like a leaf in the breeze!  The man slipped one of his hands behind her. 
At first all that Robert did was squeeze and massage Heather's saucy bottom
but then, little by little, the tips of his fingers drifted between the
cheeks of her small ass and one of them began to press and twist against
the tiny doughnut of her puckered anus.



   "Huuuuhhh!  Ooooo, that feels ...  funny," Heather managed to gasp after
trying to speak a few times.  Robert had wet the tip of his finger in the
warm froth that was oozing out of her and the trembling little girl could
feel the greased finger slowly forcing its way past the tight ring of her
sphincter muscle.



   Heather's slim little body shook, her thighs clamped tight around the
fat cock that poked between them as the finger snapped past her last
defense and began to work in circles in the tight grip of her virgin
rectum. The little girl's tongue peeped out of her open mouth and nervously
flicked at her lips, wetting them as she forced her small body back against
the finger and helped the man work it into her to the last knuckle!!



   "You like that, don't you?  No one has ever done that to you before,
have they?" Robert's voice seemed to thunder and rumble in the girl's head
as she gasped and whimpered on the end of his finger.



   "Noooo, no one," Heather lied as she shook her bottom from side to side.
"What are you going to do to me now, Uncle Robert?" Her insides had turned
to butter and each time that the excited little girl worked her ass around
the finger the pressure seemed less.  Robert was pulling her open,
loosening the grip of her sphincter, and in spite of her question the
little girl knew why!



   "I'm going to show you another way for us to feel good," Robert murmured
in her ear.  Heather made a tiny mewling sound and tried to fight the fear
that was creeping back into her.  Now that he'd put it in words the idea of
taking the man's big cock in to her tiny bottom was terrifying!  "I'm going
to fuck your sweet little ass and after a while you're going to love it!"



   Heather wasn't sure, she wasn't sure at all!  The little girl began to
sweat, she felt all hot and uneasy and winced each time that the cruel
finger in her rectum pulled at her.  It did feel good.  Of course it did,
but there was a difference between a finger and a big, thick cock moving
into her there!!



   "I'm ...  afraid, Uncle Robert," Heather breathed in a tiny voice. 
"It's going to hurt, I know it will!" But the man didn't stop, his finger
went on and on, twisting and turning as it pulled her wide.



   "Only at first, honey," Robert whispered.  "Once you get used to it it
will make you feel good!" He was being gentle with her but the twisting
little girl could hear the determination in Robert's voice and feel the
power of his grip, she would have to let him fuck her in the ass, there was
no way that she could get away.



   Strangely once she gave up, the idea of having the handsome man's big
stem inside of her tiny asshole didn't frighten her so much.  A low,
moaning sound gushed out of the half naked little girl's slack throat as
she began to twist her bottom, helping the finger stretch her as wide as it
could.



   "Easy, baby, easy," Robert whispered soothingly as he pulled her shorts
and panties away from her feet and lifted one of the girl's smooth thighs.
Heather whimpered when the man lay back down beside her and pressed the
bulbous head of his penis against the wet, stretched oval of her little
rosebud.



   "Uhhhhhh!!  It's too big, take it out!!!" But, instead of pulling back,
Robert's hand clamped over her mouth, muffling Heather's panicked cries and
continued to press his juice slick prick into her burning anal ring. 
Heather screamed against the sweaty palm that muffled her voice when she
felt an awful snapping feeling in her bottom and she knew that the thick
glans of the throbbing prick had fitted itself into her tight little anal
canal!!



   It seemed to go on forever, Heather groaned and strained as she tried to
move her slender body away from the man behind her but they were joined so
tightly that there was no way that she could escape without hurting herself
more than she already was.



   "Ohhhhh, you're tight!!" Heather heard the sound of pain in the man's
voice and was pleased, in spite of the agony it caused her the little girl
forced her battered sphincter muscle to clamp itself around the awful,
fist-sized cock that was halfway imbedded in her.



   They both moaned then gasped as the girl's soft anal ring stiffened and
bit into the pulsating flesh and gristle of Robert's cock.  The man almost
cried out in pain but he refused to back off and continued to force himself
into the steamy darkness of her untouched bowels.



   But it wasn't pain that made the sweating little girl gasp in amazement
when she felt her bottom chewing at the fat cock.  Deep inside the
starbursts of pain that tormented her the shocked child felt a glowing seed
pearl of pleasure!!  Each time that her muscles contracted around the slick
post of meat the pearl of pleasure grew larger and more powerful and she
realized that she'd stopped fighting the inward pressure of Robert's
wonderful dong and in fact was pressing back against it, grunting and
snorting as she helped it fit itself in her.



   "Ummmmmmmm, that's good, baby," Robert whispered to her.  Heather moaned
softly but her moans of pain had turned into gut deep sounds of pleasure as
she rolled her slim hips and enjoyed the feel of his long hose as it began
to slip in and out of the gasping mouth of her ass.



   The head of Robert's fat staff was leaking his precum and it coated him,
making the gnarled, hair covered shaft move smoothly.  As the pain slowly
ebbed away the child realized how good it felt to have the big prick
scraping back and forth over the tingling nerve endings that ringed her
tight little rectum.  Now that she'd stopped fighting and moaning Robert
was able to take his hand away from her mouth and work his finger back into
her empty cunt.



   "Oggghhhh, my!!!" Heather was delighted, she found that it was a
wonderful feeling to have something deep in both of her tight openings at
the same time.  As she moved back, the finger would brush over her
throbbing clit and the slippery prick would dig deep into her yielding
bowels.  As she moved forward the long finger would penetrate all the way
to her cervix at the same time that the fat barrel of the cock would
withdraw through the rubbery ring of her anus.



   "Damn, I can't hold it!!" Robert gasped and then thrust again, this time
the last terrible fraction of an inch of his hairy dong wedged into
Heather's stretched bottom.  The little girl squealed as she felt his pubic
curls tickling at her and the sweet agony drove her over the edge of sanity
and into the arms of an overpowering orgasm!!



   "Unnnngggghhhh," Heather screamed in a high pitched, breathless voice.
Robert had just enough time to clap his free hand over her gaping mouth
before she made enough noise to attract the others.  "Umm-mmmggghhhhh," the
delighted child screamed against the hand.  "Ahhhheeeeeeee!!!!"



   The near naked child's frantic wigglings took their toll on the big man,
he moaned and cruelly thrust himself at her one more time then stiffened
and held his throbbing harden deep in the welcoming heat of her rectum as
his thick balls sent jet after jet of soothing, healing cream into her.  He
stayed like that, his deliciously squeezed dong immobile inside of her
until the last drops of his drool had been sucked out of him by the fevered
muscles of Heather's bottom and the final spasm of her pleasure had died
away and left her limp and melted in his strong arms.



   She slept, the little girl didn't even stir when the man slowly pulled
his long, limp probe from her froth rimmed hole, she didn't make a sound as
he carefully washed her and then smeared a cooling, soothing ointment over
her raw little rectal opening before he pulled her shorts back up over her
childish hips and snapped them.  Robert hesitated when he realized that he
hadn't put her panties back on then he grinned to himself and stuffed them
in his pocket as he tiptoed out of the dark bedroom.



   Dreams, frightening, pain filled dreams tormented her!  Heather
whimpered in her sleep and shook as she imagined herself trapped in an
airless little box surrounded by dark, savage men.  The little girl tried
to back away from them but the walls around her were too solid and she
thought she would scream if she couldn't find a way out.



   "No ...  no, I can't!!" The sound of her own voice snapped Heather out
of the awful nightmare and she sat up in bed, trembling and staring around
her in the darkness before she realized that it had all been a frightening
dream.



   Heather was still trembling when she swung her legs over the side of the
bed and tried to stand.  The pretty child gasped and she felt dizzy as the
sharp stinging pain in her ravaged bottom reminded her of what happened. 
Heather waited for the familiar shamed feeling to come over her but after a
few tense moments she smiled to herself in the dark and hugged her slim
body, her tiny anus still hurt a bit but she wasn't ashamed, she was
happy!!



   But Heather's happiness was shortlived, the pain had made something else
clear for her!  It wasn't a dream, not really, they were trapped!  The dark
savage men were out there and they would kill them now, they had to kill
them in order to get water and a car that ran to take them away!  It wasn't
just a dream she was trapped and she knew that she had to do something
about it!!



   Moving quietly the little girl tiptoed out into the darkened hall, after
waiting a moment to see if anyone noticed her she moved towards the kitchen
area.



   There were no lights on in the kitchen but from the faint starlight that
streamed in through the window the little girl could make out the form of
her aunt.  Mary sat by the door, a heavy rifle lay across her thighs and
her head was nodding.  She was asleep.



   A desperate impatience was boiling inside of her.  Heather had to do
something to help but what?  Then it came to her, staring at her aunt
reminded her of better times and with an awful jolt she remembered their
car, they had a Citizen Band radio in there!!



   Every piece of the terrific plan snapped into place.  The phone lines
had been cut the first thing, but if she could get to the radio she was
sure that she could get help!  When Mike had taken her for that ride he'd
pointed out the gully down the road where he'd hidden the car.  She would
have to creep past the men that were blocking the road but it was dark and
she was sure that she could do it!



   Anything is better than staying trapped in here and waiting for them.,
the little girl told herself nervously as she inched her way past her aunt
and into the darkness.



   Heather remembered the way, she crawled close to the rocks and the
lights from the yard didn't betray her.  She was frightened, she knew that
she was, but even as she fought to control the fear she was aware of a
delicious sense of excitement as she crept towards the dark shadows of the
ridge and the disabled parked cars beyond.


   To Be Continued