"Now wait just a minute, you guys," Judy said, holding up her hands. "Maybe I don't want to be a settler"
"Got any rope?" Billy asked, paying no attention to Judy's protests.
"Sure," Jimmy answered.
The two boys spread out on either side of Judy, making her turn her head from side to side to watch them. Her heart began to beat harder. The sight of Jimmy's and Billy's tanned bodies, covered only by the tiny breechcloths added to Judy's excitement. There were evident bulges under the clinging loincloths, and Judy's eyes kept being drawn to them.
"What are we waiting for?" Jimmy asked.
"I dunno," Billy answered.
As if that were a signal, the two boys jumped for her. Judy tried to dart between them, but Jimmy's hand tangled in her top, whirling her around. Before she could pull free, Billy had also grabbed her. She tried to back up, but stopped as her top was pulled up dangerously high. "Wait a minute. Time out!" she hollered, to no avail.
"Let's get her," Billy urged, pulling on her top.
"Wait – a – minute!" Judy shouted, panting, trying to twist free as her top was pulled up farther and farther. The lower edge of it caught on her small breasts and was pulling against her bra. The pressure against the small, tender mounds felt hot and heavy, and something stirred inside of Judy. The hollow rang with the excited cries of the three of them as they danced and spun around the clearing. Cool air brushed over Judy's torso and midriff as she struggled to get free. Suddenly the top slipped, pulling sharply across her bra-clad breasts and whipping off over her head. The sudden release sent her flying backward to land on her seat in the leaves and then tumble upside down, feet sailing over her head.
"Get her," Billy shouted excitedly, and suddenly they grabbed the tattered fringe of Judy's shorts.
"Hey, cut it out, you guys," Judy pleaded, suddenly conscious of her lack of a top. She didn't know whether to try to shield her breasts, still covered by her bra, or try to dig her fingers in the ground and resist the boys.
"Over this way," Jimmy grunted, pulling on one leg of Judy's shorts. Billy had a tight grip on the other leg, and together they managed to pull Judy across the clearing, leaves, sticks, twigs and pebbles scraping across her back as they dragged her along.
"Cut it out," she hollered, kicking at them futilely. Somehow, by her kicking, she managed to get rolled over on her stomach, so she was being dragged face down through the leaves and over the roots. Things caught and pulled at her bra, threatening to yank it off her small breasts. Desperately, Judy grabbed for something to hold onto and managed to catch small trees in each hand.
"Leggo, damnit," Jimmy cursed, continuing to tug on Judy's shorts.
"Yeah, leggo," Billy chimed in.
"You leggo," Judy panted, hanging onto the little trees for dear life. She was pulled up off the ground and hung suspended in mid-air by the grip of the boys on the legs of her shorts. Judy's long blonde hair hung around her face in a tickling cloud, her ponytail disrupted by the fight. She could feel the waistband of her shorts digging into her hips as the tugging of the boys threatened to drag her pants off. "Leggo!" she shouted again, holding desperately onto the trees.
"You leggo," Jimmy panted, jerking at her.
There was a popping sound, and Judy looked down to see the button of her shorts fall into the leaves. The waist of her shorts began to spread open, letting them slip lower on her hips. She was about to lose her pants, and the thought made her kick and struggle even harder. It was no use. The zipper of the old pants slowly inched its way downward, letting the shorts open farther and farther. Inch by inch she felt them slip over her hips.
"Look, she's losing her pants!" Billy howled, pulling on the leg of the shorts even harder.
"So what," Jimmy panted. "Us Indians don't care what happens to the white squaw."
"Right," Billy agreed.
"Cut it out, guys," Judy pleaded as her shorts slipped lower and lower.
Suddenly they were over her hips, releasing the tension on her body and dropping her face first into the dirt and leaves.
Spitting out a mouthful of leaves and dust, Judy tried to scramble to her feet.
Before the boys could release her shorts, she kicked free of the entangling garment and managed to get to her feet. She was halfway across the little hollow when two bodies hurtled down on her, one high and one low, ramming her face first into the dead leaves. She felt bare arms and legs wrapping around her, rubbing against her bare skin. She was in only her bra and panties now, and became painfully aware of her near nudity as the two boys clawed at her.
There was no shouting now as the three of them wrestled in the hollow, tumbling and rolling over and over in the leaves, panting and sweating with the strain.
Jimmy got a hand under Judy's bra, gripping the bottom of one cup, his knuckles grinding into the tender rise of her breast.
"I got her," he panted, struggling and digging his feet into the dirt, trying to pull Judy along.
"Just a second," Billy gasped, managing to kick free of the tangle. Seeing how Jimmy was holding Judy, Billy did the same.
"Hey, cut it out, guys, that hurts," Judy complained as their knuckles dug into her under her bra.
"Just relax, white squaw," Jimmy panted, not releasing his grasp.
"Let's get her tied up," Billy wheezed, pulling at Judy, trying to drag her along as she kicked and struggled.
She clawed at them, to no avail, as they dragged her over the rough ground, her heels digging into the earth and cutting two furrows in the leaves. She puffed strenuously, trying to blow the hair out of her eyes and off her face as she was hauled along. Kicking her feet out, she managed to hook her toes under a tough vine. The vine suddenly tightened, halting her progress with a jerk that stretched their body.
"Leggo, damnit," Jimmy repeated, tugging at her.
"Yeah, leggo," Billy echoed, also tugging at her.
"Cut it out!" Judy screamed as she felt her bra stretching and giving way, slipping up over her breasts as the boys dragged at it. A fraction of an inch at a time the garment crept up the mounds of her breasts. Her arms were trapped, and she had no chance to fight back or to pull her slowly slipping undergarment back into place. As she writhed in the grip of the two boys, sweat poured off her body with the strain of the struggle.
Suddenly the strain was too much for the bra, and something gave. The flimsy garment parted abruptly, whipping over Judy's arms. She dropped to the ground with a thud, her head bouncing on the cushion of leaves. She saw Jimmy and Billy let go of her bra and throw it aside. Their eyes were fastened on her bare breasts, and she could feel her nipples hardening in the air. The boys were frozen, staring at her, and Judy rolled over and tried to crawl away from them on her hands and her feet, her little bottom sticking up in the air.
"Hold it," Jimmy shouted, making a grab. His fingers caught in the waistband of Judy's only remaining clothing.
Judy's panties were old and had been washed too many times. The nylon was still good, but the stitching was weak and rotting. Jimmy's grip was the last straw for the flimsy threads. Every seam let go all at once, and Judy felt her last minuscule covering dissolve, leaving her nude as she scrambled away from the two boys. She didn't get more than ten feet before they hurtled down on her, slamming her face first into the ground once again.
The cool feeling of air on her sensitive skin made her acutely aware of her nudity, as did the scraping of the ground over her bare skin.
"Get her other arm and leg," Jimmy directed, grabbing Judy's left wrist and left ankle.
Judy tried to get free, but her exhaustion left her too weak to do more than just writhe slightly. Billy quickly immobilized Judy's right arm and right leg, his fingers squeezing tightly around her wrist and ankle.
"Enough is enough, huh, guys?" Judy panted. "Lemme go, please?"
"You're our captive now," Billy replied.
Spread eagled between them, Judy felt them struggle, then pick her up. Carrying her face down, they lugged her across the clearing. Judy's hair hung around her face in stringy streamers as she was hauled along, her belly inches from the ground, her back arching painfully. She looked down, eyeing her breasts, thrust outward and downward by her arched position. Her nipples were tiny, hard buds on the low, developing mounds. Below her breasts was her bare belly, where she could just see the indentation of her navel. Her ribs heaved as she fought for breath. The touch of the air over her entirely naked body was like a thousand cool, thrilling feathers. Her embarrassment was tempered with a tense excitement that speeded her panting. By turning her head from side to side she could see the two nearly nude boys who were carrying her across the clearing.
Her eyes went to those mysterious, concealed areas at their groins. She wondered if there were a possibility of them removing their last covering so she could satisfy her curiosity about what lay between their legs.
"Where's the rope?" Billy asked.
"Right here," Jimmy panted.
Together the two of them managed to haul Judy to a big tree. Then they paused, trying to figure out how best to handle her.
"I know," Jimmy said. "Let go of her foot and we'll stand her up against the tree and pull her arms around it."
"Okay," Billy agreed. "But we better let go at the same time or she might get away."
"On the count of three," Jimmy panted. "One… two… three!"
At "three", the boys dropped Judy's feet with a thud. As she struggled to stand, strong hands wrapped around her wrists and jerked her upright. Judy's feet ran right out from under her, her legs flying out in front of her as the boys lifted her arms and dragged them backward. Before she could regain her feet, she slammed back against the rough bark of the tree and her arms were forced back around the trunk.
"Here's the rope," Jimmy panted, and Judy felt him wrapping it around one of her wrists. Then he captured her other wrist in a loop of rope and in seconds her arms were immobilized, her back pressed against the rough bark of the tree.
"What about her feet?" Billy asked. "Shouldn't we get them tied up, too?"
"Yeah," Jimmy agreed, still working on the knots on Judy's wrists. She couldn't tell for sure, but there seemed to be a gap of about a foot and a half between her wrists because of the bulk of the tree. The rough bark scraped harshly against the tender skin on the insides of her arms, and her shoulders were pulled sharply back.
"Gimme one of her feet," Jimmy said, and Judy looked down. Billy grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her off balance by jerking her foot out from under her.
"Hey, take it easy," Judy urged, struggling to avoid falling by putting her full weight on her already overstressed arms.
"Sorry," Billy apologized, holding Judy's ankle while Jimmy wrapped a few turns of rope around it. Judy's knee was bent, and she was almost standing on her toes the way her leg was bent around the tree.
"Now the other one," Jimmy said.
"Hang on, Judy," Billy said, grabbing her other foot.
Awkwardly, Judy managed to keep her balance as Billy dragged her foot around the tree. As Jimmy tied her ankle with the last few feet of rope, she managed to regain her balance. She was wrapped around the tree, her back pressing against the big trunk. One end of the rope was secured around her left wrist, dragging her arm back around the tree1 Then Jimmy had looped and tied the rope around her right wrist, also putting it behind her. From there the rope led down to first one ankle, then the other.
"There," Jimmy sighed, satisfied. Judy heard him get to his feet, then dust off his hands.
"Let's see what we got, Chief," Billy urged, a tremor of excitement in his voice.
The two boys came around from behind the tree and stared at Judy's naked body, strained around the big trunk. Judy blushed and hung her head, feeling her hair trail down over her bare shoulders and brush the tips of her breasts. With her arms dragged back, her breasts were thrust out prominently. Her nipples were pert, bard pink buds in the fresh air, pointing outward from the arch of her body. Below, Judy's belly was stretched taut, and her legs were spread wide.
Her sex, with its first tentative wisps of curling blonde hairs, was totally exposed. Judy bit her lip with excitement as the boys surveyed her. She looked at them, her eyes raking over their nearly naked bodies to rest on where the Indian loincloths concealed their sexes. There were growing bulges under both of the minimal garments.
"Wow," Jimmy breathed. "She's beautiful."
"Yeah," Billy agreed. "She sure is pretty."
Judy flushed with pleasure at their obvious and flattering admiration, and her nipples hardened further. She knew it was supposed to be wrong to be naked in front of boys. But she was helpless. There was nothing she could do. After all, it wasn't her fault that they had ripped all her clothes off her. And now she was tied up, completely helpless, completely at their mercy. It was exciting, and Judy felt her insides heating up as she hung there, trapped against the tree. It was the same, thrilling excitement she had felt when she had spied on her parents, the same excitement she had felt straddling the limb of the tree.
Her heart began to pound harder, and little, involuntary ripples of excitement made her muscles wiggle under her skin. She held her head up and stared at the two boys boldly with her direct blue eyes. The sun felt warm on her bare skin, especially where it struck those areas normally covered by her bathing suit.
She was tanned a beautiful golden brown from long hours by the swimming pool, but her breasts and her crotch were highlighted, un-tanned, pale white in the summer sun.
Jimmy's Adam's apple bobbed convulsively as he swallowed. "Heap pretty paleface," he observed, his voice shaking.
"What we do with her now, Chief?" Billy asked, his words coming out in little jerks.
Judy fell in with the game, holding her head up defiantly, curling her lip in scorn at her two captors. Her eyes raked over Jimmy. Older than her by a year, his muscles were just beginning to fill out into maturity. His skin was deeply tanned; his hair, straight and brown, was filled with bits of leaves and twigs from the wrestling match. His glowing eyes were a deep, dark brown. "You don't dare do anything to me. The cavalry will save me," Judy taunted them.
"Quiet, squaw," Jimmy snapped, pacing around her nervously. He was sweating slightly as he clenched and unclenched his hands. The bulge in his loincloth was immense now, straining the flimsy garment to the ultimate. "Damn, these things the Indians wore aren't very comfortable," he observed.
"Nope," Billy agreed nervously, following the lead of the older boy.
Judy transferred her attention from Jimmy's more mature body to Billy's. He was twelve, the same age as Judy. His limbs were more slender, and his skin less tanned than Jimmy's. His hair was blond, almost the color of Judy's straw like and straight. His eyes were a pale blue, almost gray, and his nose, instead of being tanned, was both freckled and sunburned at the same time. There were a few wisps of dried and peeling skin on it. As Judy watched, he picked at the shreds of skin idly. Her eyes flickered down to his crotch. The bulge in his loincloth was as impressive as Jimmy's. Something big was pushing out at the cloth, and Judy wanted to see what it was. She'd seen boys naked before-babies, anyway. But this was different. Her own excitement was urging her to get them to uncover what was so thinly veiled by the loincloths.
"If you're so uncomfortable, why don't you take off your breechcloths?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Oh, yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, squaw?" Billy sneered, trying to bluster it out.
"Why not?" Judy challenged him. "I'm naked. I bet the Indians went naked sometimes."
"They did not," Billy retorted nervously. "I bet they never went naked."
"They did so," Judy argued. "Remember the picture in that book we found in the library?"
"She's right, Billy," Jimmy said, his fingers toying nervously with the beaded belt which held up his only piece of clothing.
"Aw, she is not," Billy shot back.
"What's the matter, you chicken?" Judy challenged boldly, her pulse pounding in her ears. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the bulge in Jimmy's loincloth.
It seemed to swell even further as she stared.
"I ain't no chicken," Jimmy said. "Come on, Billy, let's take 'em off."
"I will if you will," Billy agreed, his voice squeaking.
"Well, I'm going to," Jimmy stated. His hands were shaking, but he still did not strip away the concealing cloth.
"You're both chicken," Judy snorted. She was getting, used to her nudity now, though the excitement still burned deep down inside. Her goal now was to find out what was under those loincloths.
"Come on, Billy, let's take 'em off," Jimmy said, trying to steady his hands.
"Okay, okay," Billy agreed. "On the count of three, all right?"
"Jeezus," Jimmy swore. "Okay. On the count of three."
"I'll do the counting," Judy volunteered. "You both ready?"
"Ready," the two boys answered together, their hands on the fastenings of the belts. Their voices shook with excitement.
"One," Judy counted, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Two," she said, her excitement building, making her legs tremble.
Her mouth was suddenly dry, making her lick her lips and swallow desperately.
"Three!"
The two boys fumbled clumsily with their belts, hands shaking, their foreheads beaded with sweat. Billy's belt let go first and he dropped it, letting everything fall. The cloth hung on the projection of his erect penis for a second, then fell away, baring him to the fresh air. A patch of sunlight seemed to spotlight his organ, a beautiful, erect pole. Jimmy stripped his cloth off hastily, throwing it aside.
Judy's eyes flickered rapidly from one boy to the other, feasting on the naked pricks. The tan lines of both boys were obvious, their crotches a pale white.
Jimmy's cock was a solid bar of flesh, its head a graceful cap of pink. His balls hung below in their wrinkled sac, tucked shyly up against the base of his penis. Billy's penis was a little smaller and paler, the shadowy lines of the veins a little more prominent under the light skin. His balls, too, were tucked up next to his body. Judy found her mouth watering suddenly at the sight of the two naked cocks before her.
"There, I told you we'd do it," Jimmy exulted self-consciously.
"So what's so great about this?" Billy asked loudly.
"It's-it's sexy," Judy stammered, her excitement growing. Her gaze flickered to Jimmy's bigger staff. There were the first beginning wisps of dark pubic hair around its base. Judy's own organs felt wet and sticky as she looked at the two boys.
"I want to see better," Jimmy said, moving over next to Judy and eyeing her carefully.
"Don't touch me," Judy said, knowing that what she said would have exactly the opposite effect on Jimmy.
"Go ahead, touch her," Billy urged, moving up next to his older friend. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands, obviously wanting to shield himself with them, but his erection made this impossible.
"You're getting some tits," Jimmy said, his voice shaking. "What do they feel like?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Judy challenged him, her excitement increasing.
Her ribs heaved with excitement, and she glanced down at herself surreptitiously. Her nipples were erect little pink buds capping the snowy-white mounds of her breasts.
"I'm gonna find out," Jimmy answered her, reaching out.
Judy threw her head back and closed her eyes as Jimmy's hand neared her breasts. She imagined she could feel the heat of his hand before it touched her. Then he was touching her, the palm of his hand brushing over her sensitive nipple, his calluses reeling rough on her nipple, making it stiffen even more.
Then he was cupping her breast, squeezing the tender, soft white mound. Judy's legs almost collapsed under her at his touch.
"Touch me, Billy," she urged softly, her eyes still closed. Then there was a hand on her other breast. Judy opened her eyes and looked. Jimmy fondled her left tit, Billy her right one.
"Gee, it's so soft," Billy sighed, squeezing her breast gently, shyly.
"You could squeeze harder than that," Judy told him, her excitement building as the two boys toyed with her new boobs. As they squeezed harder, Judy looked down at the two grubby hands working on her proud little breasts. The sight of the two boys playing with her added to her excitement. She whimpered deep in her throat. The boys' cocks pointed at her like two, blunt-ended spears, aiming straight at her tender white belly. Her feeling of helplessness increased her excitement. And besides, it wasn't her fault what the boys were doing to her.
Her mother would say it was wrong, but what could Judy do about it? She couldn't move. She panted desperately, every heave of her chest thrusting her breasts into Billy's and Jimmy's hands. The excitement in her loins was stupendous.
"What about lower down?" Jimmy asked wonderingly as he continued to squeeze Judy's tender breast.
"You mean… down there?" Billy asked, gulping.
"Y-yeah," Jimmy said. "Down there."
"I dunno," Billy answered, suddenly very shy. He stared at Judy's chest.
"You wouldn't dare touch me down there," Judy whispered, knowing that her words were a direct challenge.
"Oh, yeah?" Jimmy answered.
"Yeah," Judy shot back, hammering the challenge home.
"We would, too," Billy said, his voice again in a squeak.
"I dare you," Judy spat out, her mouth dry.
Jimmy didn't say anything more, evidently not trusting his voice. Instead, he reached one hand toward Judy's crotch, still squeezing her breast with the other. Judy looked down as his hand neared her, then went out of sight under her belly. She felt his fingers brush the fine wisps of pubic hair she was getting, and a bolt of pleasure shot through her. Her insides felt all hot and runny again, and something seemed to be trickling out of her slit. Jimmy touched her, and Judy fought down a cry of pleasure, biting her lip desperately as Jimmy cupped her sex, one finger seeking just inside the 11ps of her virginal cunt.
"Feel her, Billy," Jimmy said, taking his hand away.
"I d-don't think we should," Billy stammered.
"You chicken?" Jimmy asked.
"No. No, I'm not chicken." Without looking, he reached his free hand toward Judy's crotch. His fingers bumped her stomach, making her stick in a quick breath. Then he moved his band downward, his fingers adjusting to the curve of her body, then slipping down between her tanned thighs. He touched her sex, and again she almost cried out with pleasure. Her own excitement seemed to be driving toward that point she had reached earlier in the day while grinding herself against the tree branch.
"Do it harder," she urged, trying to twist her pelvis to press against Billy's hand. He snatched his hand away.
"No, it's wrong," Billy said sharply.
"No, it ain't," Jimmy argued.
"It is so," Billy answered, backing away.
"Taint either," Jimmy denied. "Watch, I'll do it." The older boy again reached for Judy, and her pulse pounded in her ears like thunder as he neared her cunt.
He touched her, setting her afire with pleasure. For long, glorious minutes he played with her, his finger seeking hesitantly between the lips of her pussy, his palm pressing down on her mound. Judy shut her eyes and let her joy sweep over her, nearly falling as her knees threatened to fold under her. Jimmy's hand left her breast, and she opened her eyes, wondering what he was doing. He had wrapped his hand around his erect penis.
"Hey, Billy, you ever play with yourself like this?" Jimmy asked, his hand pumping his prick slowly.
"N-no, I haven't," Billy answered, blushing.
"I bet you have," Jimmy retorted. "It's fun."
"It ain't right," Billy argued.
"Why not? It feels good." Jimmy continued to pump his cock with one hand and feel Judy up with the other.
"It ain't right," Billy argued. At the same time, his own hand was curling around his pale staff.
"Don't stop feeling me," Judy begged as the two boys appeared about to abandon her for their own pleasure. Her excitement grew and grew as Jimmy continued to fondle her naked cunt.
"Feel her up some more," Jimmy urged. "It makes it even better."
"It ain't right," Billy groaned, but moved to comply at the same time. He reached for Judy's breasts again while he pumped his rock-hard penis with his other hand.
Judy's excitement built higher and higher, until she felt something deep inside surge upward and outward like an explosion, an explosion of pleasure that tore through her. With a strangled cry of pleasure she sagged down against the ropes. Her eyes fastened themselves on Jimmy's bobbing prick, and her excitement built again at the sight, surging upward. Jimmy's hand was a blur as he pumped his cock harder and harder. Suddenly, the tip of Jimmy's cock spurted, then spouted jet after jet of white, gummy fluid. The fluid flew and spattered in the air, gleaming in the sunlight. A few hot, scalding drops sprayed on Judy's skin, burning like acid, then feeling cold as they dried.
Larger gobs of the white fluid spattered down on the leaves.
Just as Jimmy's cock stopped spurting, Billy's began, a lighter discharge, more watery, that sprayed out over Judy's belly and thighs and rattled on the dry leaves. Judy's mouth watered at the sight.
With matching gasps and sighs, the two boys fell back away from her, letting go of both her and their own cocks. Their organs began to shrink rapidly, losing their stiffness and settling back between their legs as they both collapsed on the leaves.
For a long time they lay panting on the ground, trying to catch their breath.
Judy, hanging from the ropes, panted and wheezed, her own excitement slowly declining, leaving her limp and exhausted. The clearing echoed with the wheezes of all three of them. Then, slowly, she again became aware of the soft breezes over her naked skin and the rustle of the leaves around her. Somewhere overhead a mockingbird was singing, running through his repertoire.
In the distance there was a rustling and crashing. Jimmy scrambled awkwardly to his feet. "Jeezus, someone's coming!" he exclaimed, dashing for his clothes.
"Holy cow!" Billy squeaked, following the older boy's lead.
There was a comical scramble as they ran for their clothes and pulled them on.
"Hey! What about me?" Judy yelled, straining against the ropes.
"No time," Jimmy panted, struggling to tie his shoe as he hopped away.
"Lemme go," Judy pleaded.
"We'll be back," Billy promised, tripping over his shoelaces.
"Lemme go!" Judy cried out again, frantic, but the two boys disappeared up out of the hollow, crashing through the leaves and branches, leaving Judy naked and alone, bound helplessly to the big tree. As she hung there, struggling futilely against her bonds, the crashing drew nearer and nearer.