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 Little Girl Hostage By Perry Jones







   Chapter Two



   The sun was already high and hot when Heather sighed and rolled over on
her side.  The pretty little girl sat up on the wide bed and stretched, for
a few lovely moments none of her problems intruded on her and she simply
enjoyed the sensuous, animal pleasure of stretching her adolescent body. 
It wasn't until she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and the pretty
child felt the small twinge of pain in her pussy that she remembered what
had happened.  One thought led to another and before she could stop herself
the frightened girl could hear the shattering roar of the pistol and see
Murray falling again.



   Suddenly she felt all alone and wanted to be with her aunt.  The little
girl ignored the slight ache that was the result of her excited fingering
the night before.  She jumped to her feet and quickly slipped out of her
nighty.  Heather saw a reflection of her naked body in the full length
mirror beside the bed and paused for a moment.



   The lovely little blonde stared at the faint swellings on her chest and
wondered if she would ever have breasts as large and as pretty as Mary's,
then her blue eyes drifted down over her slightly chubby belly to her
hairless little vulva.



   Just looking at herself like this made Heather feel funny and tingly. 
Lightly, shyly, the naked child brushed the flat of her palm down over her
belly, across the changing shape of hairless thighs and pressed against the
plump lips of her little cunt.



   A small shiver of pleasure rewarded her and for a moment Heather
considered playing with herself again but then the feeling of desolation
and fear came flooding back to her and she hurriedly stepped into a pair of
plain white panties and drew a pair of well worn jeans up over her legs. 
Once she slipped into a striped T shirt the girl padded out of the bedroom
and headed for the kitchen.



   Heather would have gone right into the kitchen but a long, shuddering
moan stopped her in mid-stride.  Cautiously, the little girl tip-toed to
the swinging kitchen doors and looked in.  What she saw made the flesh on
her body tighten and forced the small rosebuds of her nipples grow
painfully hard and sharp.



   Aunt Mary lay face down on the kitchen table, her housedress was pulled
high over her naked hips so that Mike Wilson could ram his big, hard prick
into her from the rear.  Mike was whispering to Mary and as he did he used
a hand to grip and squeeze at one of her breasts as it popped out of her
open top.



   "That's right, bitch, grunt and moan!  You'd better get used to this. 
Living out here on the desert like this makes a man horny!!" The tall man
was still dressed, only his jeans were open and hung down to his parted
thighs.  Using his free hand Mike held the fleshy cheeks of Mary's shaking
bottom open so that nothing hindered him as he forced himself in and out of
her.



   "You'll learn to love it, Mary.  Just think of it, two horny men for you
to take care of.  My partner is due back tonight and he's hungrier than I
am!!  In a few days we'll have to keep pushing you back, honey.  I know
you. A steady diet of cock is just what you need to turn you loose and make
you see yourself for what you are!!"



   Mary whimpered but she didn't say a word, the pretty brunette still had
her feet on the floor and she used the leverage to lift and shake her
smooth white ass against the man, rubbing and slapping it against his belly
each time that he slammed his fat cock deep into her wet and sloppy
sounding cunt.  "Oh, yeah, in three days two hard cocks won't be enough for
you, Mary.  Not nearly enough!"



   That little button of flesh in her pussy was growing hot and hard and
the sensation frightened Heather.  The little blonde tried to pull back but
the motion caught Mike's attention and the lean, hawk-faced man looked up
and caught her watching them!!



   For a long, tense moment the little girl waited for him to say something
but then Mike grinned at her and gave her a lewd, laughing wink.  The
slender girl had started to rum from the house when she saw a cloud of dust
moving up the road.  Someone was coming.  The little blonde turned and
darted back to the house.  The truck rattled to a stop in front.



   "Hey, Mike ...  Mike Wilson!"



   Peeping out through a latticed window Mary and Heather saw a man step
down from a battered, dusty pickup and cross the yard to the front steps.
The man was older, around sixty, his clothes were dirty and frayed and he
hadn't shaved in days.



   Before the visitor could knock on the door it opened and Mike stepped
out to meet him, blocking the doorway completely.  "Hell, Wilbur, what
brings you over this way?"



   The old man grinned and lifted his tattered hat so that he could wipe
his forehead.  Heather noticed that the desert rat's face was a dark tan,
but his shaded forehead was white and unhealthy looking.



   "Uhhh, just running some errands, Mike," the old man said in a dry
scratchy voice.  "Thought I saw a car with a couple of females headed up
this way yesterday ...  "



   Mike didn't respond, didn't say a word.



   "You ...  having visitors, Mike?"



   "No ...  no visitors.  Even my partner's gone.  He's running some tests
up around Carterville."



   It was apparent that the old man wanted to see into the house but Mike
was taller than he.  Wilbur nodded absently and paused to spit into the
sandy dirt of the yard.  "I coulda swore that I saw a car headed up this
way.  Must have made me a mistake."



   The old man darted a few glances around the yard and Heather was pleased
when she remembered that Mike had hidden their car.  Wilbur was looking for
them, she was sure of it!!



   "Well, I guess I'll be rattlin' off, Mike," the old man said
reluctantly. "Just thought I'd drop by and say hello, ...  be seein' you,
one of these days."



   Mike nodded but didn't answer and there was nothing left for the old man
to do then but head back for his truck.  The door slammed then the motor
sputtered to life and the pickup pulled away from the house with a clatter
and a cloud of dust.



   "Oh my god, he was looking for us, He was trying to find us," Mary
whispered in her ear.  For the first time, the little girl was aware of how
close she and her aunt were standing.  Aunt Mary's gaze was still focused
on the retreating truck, but Heather looked down and stared in curious
surprise at the full, firm swell of the large breast that was pressed
against her arm.  It surprised the little girl how nice her aunt felt when
she stood pressed against her the way that she was.  But then Mary became
aware of how close they were and she looked flustered as she backed away.



   Mike ambled into the room.



   Mary saw the look on his face and grew even more nervous.  "Do you think
that ...  that he was looking for us?"



   Mike nodded.



   "But how?  How could they know where we went?  How could they find out
so soon?"



   "Huuhh," the tall man grunted.  "You had to stop for gas, to eat, to go
to the can.  Wilbur is a dirty old prick.  He'd do anything for a couple of
bucks.  But he's stupid, I don't think he'll find out that you're here, not
right away anyway."



   Mary looked like she was going to cry and would have said something but
Mike cut her off with a grin.  "We got plenty of time.  You want to go back
into the kitchen with me?"



   Even Heather felt herself flushing.  She saw the beet-red blush of shame
cover her aunt's face before Mary shook her head and darted away.



   Heather had planned to leave, too, but Mike caught her arm and pulled
her back to face him.  "Don't worry, honey.  We can handle the likes of
Wilbur." Mike paused and then his expression softened.  The grip of his
fingers changed to a near caress on her wrist.  "Come on back to my office,
honey.  You and I have something to talk about, don't we?"



   Heather wasn't worried or afraid.  The girl knew what Mike wanted to
talk to her about but she didn't care.  Mike didn't speak to her again
until he closed and locked the door to his office and motioned for her to
an old couch that leaned against one wall.



   "Did you like what you saw earlier?" Mike asked as he calmly sat down so
close to her that his lean thigh pressed against Heather's.  "You looked
pretty interested when I was humping your auntie."



   The little girl wiggled and tried to move away but the man's arm slipped
around her shoulder and held her in place.  Heather had to answer him.



   "It ...  it made me feel ...  funny." The pretty child confessed.  Mike
chuckled and hugged her closer.  The little girl shifted uneasily, her firm
little thigh brushing against his as she did.  A sudden impulse came over
her and before she could stifle it the girl heard her voice again.  "I
watched you last night, too."



   "Ohhhh?  I guess you're pretty interested in new things like that,
aren't you, pretty baby?" There was a different sound in Mike's voice. 
Heather heard the low, vibrating notes and something inside of her stirred
and grew warmer as the man's fingers caressed her arm and shoulder.  "Did
it make you feel ...  different down here when you watched us?" Mike's
fingers boldly pressed at the vee between Heather's thighs, pressing the
rough material of her jeans against her swelling, moistening pussy!



   The pretty child gasped, her small body stiffened when the man's touch
sent sharp jolts of pleasure throughout her body.  Mike's voice filled her
head and didn't leave room for her to think or make any choices.



   "Ooooo!!" Heather groaned.  Her muscles were growing slack and soft. 
There seemed to be some instinctual guide" that told her to press her warm
little body against Mike and to make a soft, sighing sound when his hand
slipped from her shoulder and began to touch and lightly press against the
forming mounds of her baby breasts.



   "Do you like that, honey?  Does it feel good when I touch you there?"
Heather couldn't answer.  When she opened her mouth her throat refused to
form the words and all that she could do was moan happily and arch her back
so that she could press the adolescent beginnings of her tits against the
fingers that explored them.



   It only took Mike a few moments and then he had Heather totally aroused
and ready for him.  Mike chuckled and lifted the pretty child's face so
that he could kiss her.  Heather was shocked and then thrilled when his
meaty tongue forced its way into her mouth and captured her own little pink
probe.



   Heather moaned, melted towards the lean, muscular body beside her.  The
man's calloused fingers dropped from the burning sharpness of her tiny tits
and began to press and rub against her belly.  As the fingers touched her
she gasped and sucked harder at the big tongue that filled her mouth.



   The pretty little blonde remembered the sight of her aunt on her knees
sucking and licking at the man's huge cock and she found it terribly
exciting and pleasing to pretend that the tongue that invaded her mouth was
his swollen cock and that she was sucking contentedly at it, like a baby
pulling and tugging at a nipple.



   While his big, wet tongue filled her mouth and stopped any possible
calls for help, Mike's hands began to explore her body.  The lovely little
girl shivered and trembled when his knowing fingertips pressed in against
the stiff fly of her jeans, mashing the warm, puffy folds of her pussy flat
when the soft material of her cotton panties was scrubbed over the swelling
tip of her baby love-bud.



   "Ahhhhh, pretty little girl," Mike murmured when the kiss was ended and
his wet lips were pressed up against the tender flesh behind her ear. 
Heather whimpered as a combination of fear and excitement gushed up inside
of her and sent her senses whirling.



   "You're ready," Mike whispered in her ear as his fingers plucked at the
snap that held the waistband of Heather's jeans closed.  The pretty child
shuddered and her small fingers dug into the flesh of his elbow when the
snap opened and he slowly, carefully pulled the tab of the zipper down. 
"Ohhhh, yeah, you're ready for what Uncle Mike has to show you, ready and
willing."



   Not a word of protest escaped her lips when Heather felt the man pulling
down her jeans.  The pretty little girl sighed and raised her bottom a few
inches so that he could drag her rumpled pants down over her thighs and off
of her feet.  Next came the striped shirt and the pretty child moaned with
pleasure when his fingers brushed lightly over the swollen, pointed little
buds of her tits.



   They kissed again.  This time Heather was aware of the swirling, melting
sensation in her belly as their lips mashed and fused together.  The pretty
child's reaction to the fingers inside of her panties was a convulsive
clawing motion as her nails dug into the tanned flesh of Mike's broad
shoulder.



   Slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, the tall, lean man pulled
Heather's panties down.  The twelve-year-old made a tiny, whimpering sound
against his tongue but didn't try to stop him as he stripped her naked
beside him.



   "Ummmmm, you're pretty!  I knew that you would be pretty with all your
clothes off," Mike sighed in her ear.



   Heather felt a warm, glowing sensation inside of her and felt happy and
proud that Mike liked her and the way that she looked.



   "Open your legs, baby," Mike murmured in her ear.



   Heather knew what he was going to do.  The tiny voice of her conscience
told her to keep them closed.  But the warm, melting feeling inside of her
baby pussy overruled the voice and she shyly pulled her smooth legs apart
and offered him free access to her virgin sex.



   "Aggghhhhh," the man sighed in her ear.  "You're all wet and ready for
me.  That's good, baby.  That's going to help make it nice for you.  It's
going to help me make you feel good."



   At the same instant, Mike pressed the tip of his forefinger between the
butter soft folds of Heather's little naked cunt and the child jerked and
shivered as answering jolts of pleasure raced up and down her spine.



   The tip of his finger parted the moist, clinging folds of her pussy and
for the first time in her life Heather felt the complete and overwhelming
demands of her small body.  The blonde child's silk smooth thighs jerked
wide, her supple body arched upwards as she eagerly pressed the hairless
furrow of her forming sex against the finger and tried to drive it deep
inside of her squirming, clenching vagina.  The feel of her own fingers had
never felt so nice!!



   "Here, baby, grab a hold of this," Mike whispered in her ear.  The
little girl sighed and allowed her hand to be directed across to the man's
lap and when her fingers failed to completely encircle his fat, fleshy
spear she clutched at it just the same.



   It was so easy, Mike showed her how he wanted her to do it and in
seconds the pretty, naked little blonde was jacking him off like an expert!
The subtle flexing pressure of Heather's fingers made the man moan and jerk
and made his pelvis jerk so that he could happily fuck her sweaty little
palm on his pounding penis.



   "Is it good, honey?  Does it make you feel nice when I do this for you?"



   Heather moaned and twitched as the tall, sunbaked man's talented fingers
found the stiff little nub of her clitoris and, dipping the long forefinger
in the wet slime that dripped out of her slot, he began to work it in
small, sharp circles.



   "Aggghhhhh!  Ohhhhhh, Uncle Mike," Heather babbled as the grinning man
began to finger her so perfectly that she found it hard to breathe.  "It's
...  it's wonderful!!!  It never felt so good when I did it for myself,
never!!!"



   Heather's small fingers clamped tight around the pulsating rod of Mike
Wilson's thick cock.  She did what he told her and soon a steady stream of
lube was dribbling out of the swollen slit in the man's purple, stretched
glans.  Mike groaned and jerked as the little girl's novice fingers worked
up and down the sensitive cord of nerves and muscles on the underside of
his prick.  When the searching fingertips found the soft, vulnerable flesh
just under the glans he moaned and pushed his horn-hard finger into the
spongy grip of her virgin love sheath and began to pull it open and ready
for himself.



   "Awwwuuuggghhh, that hurts," little Heather moaned, but she made no
effort to pull away from the delightful mixture of plain and pleasure that
flooded her body.  "Awwwhhhhh, that hurt's soooo gooood!!"



   When the tip of the long finger that violated her found the rubbery
throat of her cervix the little blonde gasped and her tiny fist flew up and
down Mike's long, thick cock.  Heather stared down at the hairy digit that
was probing her insides and squealed with pleasure and excitement when she
felt it brush hard against her baby clit.



   "Oooooooo," the naked child whimpered.  A fine dew of sweat covered her
supple, twisting body as the first jolts of her orgasm struck her and tore
her mind away from it's moorings.



   "Annnngggghhhhh ...  oooggghhhhh my god!!!" The words seemed to rip free
of the man's throat.



   Heather stared down in awed wonder as jet after jet of his thick, white
cum shot out of the tip of his huge prick and splattered down on his belly
and her jerking hand.



   The pretty child trembled, she felt a long, drawn out scream being born
in her belly and let it loose as her orgasm swept up over her and left her
drowning and gasping in its delicious wake.



   "Aaaaiiieeeee, please Uncle Mike!!  Do it again!!!  Do it to me again
before I can stop!!!"


   To Be Continued