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 Little Girl Hostage By Perry Jones





   Chapter Six



   " ...  I don't care what you call it or how it happened, I think you're
both bastards!!  Rotten, child molesting bastards!!"



   The angry sound of Mary's voice slashed through the soft, sleepy cloud
that had enveloped Heather for what seemed like years.



   When the lovely little blond tried to sit up the sharp, burning
sensation in her hairless little cunt pulled her to a gasping stop. 
Heather pressed a warm palm against her stretched, irritated little labia
and for the first time, she realized that she was naked.



   The instant that one of her small fingers brushed over the sensitive
lips of her baby sex, Heather's memories came flooding back.  Her heart was
beating faster and the chilling memory of what it felt like to be fucked
sent ripples of excitement out from her throbbing little clitoris to every
corner of her body.  Lightly, very lightly, the little girl used her middle
finger to tap at the plump folds of her sex and the responding jolt of
pleasure forced a tiny gasp out of her open mouth.



   Heather could still hear the two men trying to calm her aunt, but she
didn't pay much attention until she heard the woman's voice rising again.
"That's a lie!  She wouldn't do that!  Heather is a nice little girl, she
wouldn't be the one to suggest that!!"



   The pretty little girl suddenly realized that the argument was getting
serious and it was her fault.  Without stopping to think the child slipped
out of bed and paused only to slip into her robe before she went into the
other room.



   "Aunt Mary?"



   At the sound of her voice the three adults turned and stared at her in
surprise.  "Please, I think that we should all be friends." The pretty
little blond said hesitantly, "I ...  I wasn't forced to ...  do anything.
Mr.  Wilson and Mr.  Richmond have been nice to me ...  to both of us and I
don't think that we should fight."



   No one spoke.  The meaning of what Heather was saying was clear between
the lines.  Robert looked as if he was about to smile, the corners of his
lips were twitching and his eyes sparkled.  Mike looked embarrassed and
couldn't bring himself to meet the child's eyes.  Mary finally shook
herself and was about to say something but the sound of motors coming up
the road stopped them all.



   Mike swore loudly and dashed to the window.  Robert jerked open a
cabinet that stood by the door.  Heather and Mary watched as three cars
pulled up outside the gate, parking across the road, and blocking the only
exit!



   Robert and Mike were loading the two rifles and the shotgun that Robert
had taken from the cabinet when a voice reached them.



   "Hey you!  You in the house!"



   No one spoke nor moved.



   "We know that you're in there Mary!  We want to have a little talk with
you.  With you and the kid!  Come on out."



   Robert motioned for them to get down.  After a moment's hesitation,
Heather followed her aunt's lead and knelt on the floor.



   "We just want to talk, Mary." The loud voice seemed to ring in Heather's
ears.  "If you don't come out we'll have to come in there because it's
important.  If we have to come in there someone might get hurt.  You
wouldn't want that to happen, would you?  Come on out, honey, and let's see
if we can't work something out."



   Mary made a whimpering sound.  She would have gotten to her feet if Mike
hadn't jerked her down on the floor.



   "Don't listen to that bull," the lean, desert man said in a low voice.
"They can't work anything out with you.  They don't dare.  Besides, you've
been here with us.  You told us what you know and they know that.  They
wouldn't dare leave so many people with information about them alive!"



   "How about it, Mary?  I'll come up to the door and maybe we can talk."



   Mike waited a few seconds then chuckled just before he pulled the
trigger on the deer rifle that he held cradled against his cheek.



   "How about that, bastard?" Mike's voice was faint and faraway to
Heather. The little girl's ears were still ringing from the roar of the gun
being fired in the enclosed living room.  "The lady doesn't think that
talking to you would be very healthy!  Why don't you and your friends take
a hike and leave us alone?"



   The answer Mike got was the roar of gunfire and the thud of slugs
against the thick walls of the house.  Mike was grinning as he pulled back
from the window.  "At least we know where we stand now.  Did you see how he
jumped when I shot the heel off that shiny shoe of his?"



   Mike was in complete control as he turned general.  "Robert, they still
don't know that you're here, so I want you to stay out of sight.  Maryie,
you stay.  You can load the rifles.  And you," Mike said to the frightened
little girl.  "You get to the back of the house, they can't rush us from
that way because of the cliff face, you just stay out of the way and don't
worry."



   Without a word of protest, Heather scampered out of the room.



   The shooting sounded different from the back of the house.



   Heather was crouched down behind the kitchen table when the door to the
kitchen swung open and a man dressed in a business suit dashed in.  He held
a big pistol in his hand!!



   "Look out, there's a man back here!!" she screamed.



   The man swore and turned on her.  Heather tried to run past him into the
other room.  But despite his size he caught her by the arm and jerk her
back to him.



   They both heard the heavy tread of running feet.



   "You stand still, kid," the man snarled in her ear.



   Heather was too frightened to even cry when he jerked her around until
she was standing directly in front of him as he began to back toward the
kitchen door.



   Robert burst into the kitchen then, ducked back through the doorway.



   "If you shoot you get the kid," the man holding Heather yelled as they
slipped outside.  "Tell the bitch that we'll get her too!"



   The gunman kicked the door shut.  "Run!  God-damnit, run as fast as you
can!!" The man kept a painful grip on her wrist as they raced across the
beaten dirt of the courtyard.  Heather heard Robert yelling in the house,
but she didn't make out what he was saying.



   "What the hell happened in there?" A tall, muscular man pulled them down
behind a rock near the gate.  Heather was gasping for breath as she
crouched in the dust, unaware that her robe was hanging open, exposing her
naked little body to the men who crouched around them.  "Where did you find
this little bitch?"



   Looking up, Heather realized that the talker was the same man who'd shot
Murray!  The little girl felt as if someone had just kicked her in the
stomach.  She couldn't breathe, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his
evil face if she tried.



   "I got in once but that's the end of it!" the big man panted as he
fought to catch his breath.  "If this little cunt hadn't been back there I
could have finished up this mess right then." The man would have struck
Heather if the leader hadn't caught his hand and knocked it aside.



   "Cool it, Guido!  Let's keep the chick in good shape, maybe we can use
her for bait later." The leader turned his attention to Heather, his eyes
were blue but they seemed cold and remote like glacial ice.  He was staring
at her and Heather finally remembered to close her robe.



   "Hey, Nick," a man called out from the other rock.  "Should we rush 'em?
I bet we could get inside if we did it now while they're still shook up."



   Nick gave the other man a long, cold stare.



   "Let me do the thinking, Dom!  They got rifles in there and the old turd
says they got at least one shotgun!  Do you really want to run across open
ground for thirty yards against rifles?"



   When the man didn't answer, Nick called out to the others.  "Now cool
it. Don't waste your bullets and don't drink all the water, we'll wait them
out for a while before we try anything serious.  Just stay cool and out of
sight!"



   Without giving her another glance, Nick caught Heather's wrist and
pulled her along with him behind the rocks and down into the little gully
at the base of the rise.



   A van was parked there and someone had set up a crude little camp. 
Someone was moving around inside of the van.



   "Bobbie, I got a new little friend for you," Nick called out.



   Heather peeked at the man and was shocked to see how handsome Nick was,
when he wasn't shooting people and things like that.



   There was a rustling sound in the van and the little girl was surprised
to see a slim, pretty redhead step down and stand before them.



   "Is that the kid?" The redhead seemed cool and steady as she stared at
Heather.  "What about her bitch of an aunt?" Nick only shrugged and shook
his head as he put his pistol in a holster under his arm and sat in the
open door of the van.



   Bobbie, stared at Heather for a few moments, a slow, spreading smile
softened the hard lines of her face and she patted the child's cheek. 
"Well, you look a little mussed up, honey.  What's the matter did my boy
Nicky, stop along the way and give you a little?"



   Heather felt herself flushing and tried to pull away from the woman's
fingers.  Behind her the handsome man laughed.  "Naw, but she's as naked as
a jaybird under that robe.  I wonder what they were doing in there when we
showed up?"



   The redhead slipped her arm around Heather's shoulders and pulled her
closer.  "Don't listen to him, dear.  He's a big prick that's attached to a
pair of legs.  I'll take care of you."



   There was something strange about the woman, something funny about the
way that her soft hands patted at her and touched her body on the outside
of the robe.



   "Come on inside," Bobbie murmured to the pretty child.  "The sun's
getting hotter.  Let's go inside and sit in the shade." Heather let herself
be helped into the interior of the big van.  Most of the floor space was
taken up by a mattress.



   The redhead's hand slipped under the collar of the little blond's robe,
her fingers brushed lightly over her naked flesh.



   The memory of Mary's knowing fingers touching and teasing her hard love
bud flashed across the little child's mind.  As she felt a warm tickling
feeling in her tummy, small warning bells were ringing at the back of her
skull.



   They sat against one wall of the van.  Nick as he sat in the doorway and
stared moodily up the hill towards the house.  The child was painfully
aware of what the woman beside her was doing as her hand moved under her
robe, but Heather didn't dare complain.



   "You look like your aunt," Bobbie said softly as she turned Heather's
face to hers.  "Don't look surprised.  Sure I know Mary.  I never could see
what Murray saw in her.  Murray wasn't much but why he needed your stuck
up, straight aunt I'll never know." An evil smile crossed the woman's face
as she inched a little closer.



   "Unless some of the things I've heard are true.  Is Princess Mary a good
fuck, honey?  Have you ever watched her style in the sack?" The woman must
have seen something in Heather's eyes because she threw her head back and
laughed.



   "Did you see the look on the kid's face when I asked her that?"



   Nick looked around and shook his head.



   "I think she has watched her Aunt and Murray balling." Suddenly the
woman's laughter died in her throat and Nick jumped to his feet.



   "Was she watching that night?  Come on Bobbie, that's your field, find
out!  Was she watching when we snuffed Murray??"



   The cold, mean look on Nick's handsome face frightened Heather.  When
the woman put an arm around Heather the girl, tried to hide her face from
his burning gaze.



   "I'm going up to check on the troops.  You find out what she saw."



   Heather's small body trembled when Nick left and she wanted to cry, but
the tears wouldn't come.  The child found herself staring at the checkered
pattern of Bobbie's blouse.  As she did, she became aware of the warmth of
Bobbie's body, the feel of a pointed breast rubbing against her cheek.



   "If I told him that you were a special friend of mine, maybe he'd let me
get you out of here," Bobbie mused.  "But we'd have to make it real for
him, very real!" Heather didn't understand what the redhead was leading up
to but when the woman pushed her aside a little and pulled her robe open to
look at her she 'began to get the drift.



   "Ummmm, you are choice," the redhead murmured as she boldly stared at
Heather's exposed body.  Using her free hand, Bobbie gently rubbed at the
little girl's budding breasts, catching her tiny nipples between her
fingers and squeezing them until, despite her fear and embarrassment, they
grew larger and pointed.



   "Do you think that you could convince, Nicky that you wouldn't talk and
that you wanted to be with me?"



   Heather shuddered.



   "I could convince him that I want you, but if I did, would you be nice
to me and make it worth my time?"



   The pretty redhead wore a wrap-around skirt.  She unhooked the skirt and
then tossed it aside.  The little blond found herself staring intently at
Bobby as she stripped away her blouse and exposed her firm, pointed
breasts. Then Bobby hesitated, her thumbs hooked in her tight panties.



   "If I help you, will you be good to me, pretty little baby?" Smiling the
red head reached forward and pulled Heather up against her near naked body.
The child could feel the woman's pointed nipples pressing against her naked
flesh and for the first time since she'd been captured, she began to relax.
Bobbie's fingers were gentle and loving as she peeled Heather's robe away
and left the trembling little girl naked as she forced her chin up and
pressed her lipsticked mouth against hers.



   It was funny.  Heather had never known that ladies kissed each other but
when Bobbie's firm lips pressed against her own and the little girl found
herself pulled into a warm loving embrace she relaxed completely and
allowed the other's tongue to dart into her mouth.



   Her nostrils were filled Bobbie's musky perfume.  The child shivered
when the tips of their tongues flicked and snapped against each other. 
When the woman's hands began to drift down over her spine and then between
the warm cheeks of her small ass, it only seemed natural and right to the
little child.



   "I'll fix it for you!  Don't worry, baby.  I won't let Nicky get you,"
the redhead murmured when the kiss was finished.  It seemed just the thing
for her to do when Bobbie pressed her face down over her up-thrust breasts
and then worked one sharp, rubbery nipple against Heather's lips, the
lovely child made a small murmuring sound and then allowed the nipple to
slip between her lips so that she could give it a long, loving sucking! 
"Uggghhhhh," Bobbie groaned.  "Perfect, just perfect, little love, just the
way that I like it!"



   The juices of her mouth were flowing and the naked little girl found it
wonderfully pleasing to allow Bobby to hold her close while she nursed
happily at the swollen, spiked nipple.  When Bobbie's hand pressed between
them, Heather didn't hesitate a second before she sucked in her tummy and
parted her smooth little thighs so that a finger could dip into the already
wet and ready groove of her slick little pussy.



   "Does that feel good, baby?  Do you like it when Bobbie works your stiff
little love button around and around like that?"



   Heather wanted to answer but when she pulled her wet lips away from the
nipple only a long whimpering moan of pleasure gushed out of her open mouth
as the thick, delicious pleasure sensations exploded inside of her.



   "Take my panties off, baby."



   Bobbie's whispered command burned and echoed in her ear.  Heather
realized that if she did that her life would be changed forever, she wasn't
sure why that would be, but deep inside she knew that it would be changed!



   After a moment's hesitation, the little girl hooked her fingers in the
woman's panties and drew them down.  Bobbie rose up on her knees so that
the filmy cloth could be drawn away then, when it was done, she pushed the
naked little girl backwards.



   Heather lay sprawled on the mattress and watched with excitement as the
pretty woman kicked her panties aside and knelt over her, rubbing and
pressing at the thick patch of auburn curls that covered her wet,
glistening pussy.



   Without being told, the little blond spread her thighs wide and waited
as Bobbie pressed her warm, flushed face deep between her legs and fastened
her red, smeared lips to the fleshy folds of her baby cunt!!!



   "Aggghhhhh, ohhh!!" Heather squealed when she felt the tongue fluttering
against her swollen clit.  "Ohhh, Miss Bobbie, that's wonderful!!" The
redhead didn't answer, her wicked tongue didn't miss a beat as she forced
it deep into the stretched grip of the little near-virgin's sex. 
"Awwwggghhh ...  do it harder!!!"



   It was delicious!  Heather's fingernails dug into the rough cover of the
mattress, her slim thighs jerked and her tiny toes spread wide, like claws
as the knowing woman sucked her soul away.  "More!  The aroused child
screamed, her thighs clamped tight around the woman's neck, trapping her
noisily sucking mouth against her wet little cunt.



   "Suck it harder ...  I'll be good to you, I'll be what you want me to
be! Huuuuunnnnggghhhhh!!!  Suck it ...  suck me ...  aaaiiiieeeeee!!!"


   To Be Continued