Dawn was reading to herself, resting her back against the trunk of a tree. She'd pulled her skirt up high on her thighs to let the sunlight warm her legs. It took her a moment to realize something was casting a shadow on her. When she looked up, a boy was standing there.
"Hi," she said casually, smiling at the young boy.
He was a kid, dressed in a brand-new cowboy outfit. He was packing a pair of silver-handled pistols, and carrying a long rope. His cowboy hat rested at a cocked angle on his head.
He looked at the girl suspiciously.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice stronger and much more masculine than Dawn would have expected.
"My name's Dawn. I live over there, beyond that other grove of trees. Who are you?"
"Jim," the boy answered with a nod. "We just moved in. Back there." He pointed with his coiled rope toward the house at the bottom of the hill, barely visible through the dense woods.
"Well, Jim, that's quite an outfit you've got there," Dawn said, just to make conversation. She really wasn't up on the latest in talk with little boys.
"You seen my dog?"
"Your dog?"
"Yeah. Tonto. He's my dog. He came in here."
Dawn shrugged as she looked around.
"Sorry," she said. "I haven't seen a dog. What's he look like?"
"He's big. He's black. And he's got a kind of white band around his head."
"Oh, like an Indian headband?"
"Yeah. That's why he's called Tonto," Jim said. He squatted down beside Dawn and peered at the book she was holding.
"You like that mushy stuff?"
"Yes. But it's not mushy, it's romantic."
The boy snorted and made a face. Then, casually, he reached out and took Dawn's left hand. He looped the circle of the rope around her wrist and drew it tight.
"What are you doing, little boy?" Dawn asked, cocking her head and watching him secure that knot so it wouldn't slip, amazed at his boldness.
"Tying you up," he said.
"Oh," Dawn said, nodding her head slightly. "Uh, suppose I don't want to be tied up, sonny?"
"Don't you want to play with me, lady?" Jim asked, looking at Dawn as though she'd slapped him for something he hadn't done. Dawn almost laughed at the look of distress on the young boy's handsome face.
"Well, for a few minutes, OK?" she agreed.
Jim didn't say anything back. He stood up and walked around behind the tree, pulling on the rope so that the girl had to twist her arm down behind her back and around the tree trunk. He came around to Dawn's other side, then squatted down again.
"Well?" he said.
"Well what?"
Jim gave the girl a disgusted look, grabbed her right wrist.
"Wait a minute. This is a library book." She shook her wrist free of the boy's grip and set the book down beside her on the grass. "Only for a few minutes, OK?" she said. The young boy simply held out his palm, and Dawn sighed as she laid her wrist in it.
Jim took it with a grunt. He tugged on the rope, tightening it behind the tree. Then he pulled Dawn's free hand back behind the tree and began wrapping the loose end of the rope around her slender wrist. The trunk of the tree was fairly thick. As the boy tied her wrist, Dawn felt her shoulders drawn back firmly against the trunk. This little boy sure knows how to tie a girl to a tree, she thought, trying to ease the strain that was already growing in her shoulders.
"Not so tight, huh?"
"It has to be tight. You can get loose if it ain't tight."
Dawn tossed her head slightly. A soft mass of her loose blonde hair slipped down over her face. She pursed her lips and blew hard, trying to flip the hair off her cheeks and nose, but it didn't work.
"Would you brush the hair out of my face, Jim?"
"No."
Bastard, Dawn thought. She felt him give a test pull on the knotted cord around her wrists.
"It's tight, it's tight," she complained. "You don't have to hurt me."
Jim muttered something to himself that Dawn couldn't quite hear. Then he crawled around in front of her.
"Now that you've got me all tied up, what do we do next?" Dawn asked, shifting her shoulders against the rough bark of the tree. She could feel a couple of high ridges of bark digging into her back.
"You ain't all tied up, lady," Jim told her.
Dawn grunted. "No? I feel all tied up. What else is there?"
"Lots of things," Jim said. He reached behind him and hauled a big red scarf out of his hip pocket.
"Now, wait a minute, Jimmy." Dawn twisted her wrists in the tight cord, testing how quickly she could get free if she had to. She was surprised at how expertly she'd been bound. She might not be able to free herself at all. She stopped struggling. She looked at the red scarf. "Just what do you think you're going to do with that?"
"Gag you."
"Oh, no, you're not. I think this had gone far enough, little boy. Now, you untie me."
"I'm not a little boy," Jim told the girl sternly, sticking his face out toward her and glaring at her. Dawn was shocked at the age and anger she saw in those dark glittering eyes.
"I know you're not, Jim. I'm sorry. But my hands are beginning to hurt, so could you untie me now?"
"No."
"Please? We can play this game some other time, honey. I'll let you tie me up like this again. I promise."
"No."
"Well, it's going to be getting dark pretty soon, you know. Untie me, and I'll help you find your doggie. What's his name?"
"No."
"Jim, I want you to let me go, now. Right now. You hear me?"
"No. And it's not getting dark, either. It's not nice to lie."
Dawn sighed heavily. How do you reason with a child's mind? She had no idea. What could she do? She fought the cords around her wrists again, but gave up quickly. It was useless. He had really tied her tight. She wasn't going to get away until he decided to free her. But maybe if she went along with the kid, he'd get bored. She would let him get his little jollies tying her up, then he'd get bored and let her go.
"OK," she said. "You win. You're in charge, Jim. What are you going to do to me?"
Jim stared at her without saying a word. Dawn watched his dark eyes rove over her face. He started to reach out to brush the hair from her face, but he stopped.
"No," she said. "Go ahead. Please. Brush it behind my ear." Dawn turned her head to make it easy for the boy to do it, but he didn't move.
Dawn looked at him.
He was staring at her chest. With her shoulders pulled back against the trunk of the tree, Dawn's tits were forced up high and pushed outward, making them look even larger than they were. She had beautiful tits for a girl her age, large and round and firm, riding high on her chest, needing no support. Now, bound as she was, her tits looked gigantic. The young tits strained against the material of her blouse, pulled it taut across her chest.
"Don't be naughty," she said, growing embarrassed as the little boy continued to stare at her tits. She squirmed uncomfortably. Her back felt like it was being gouged by the rough ridges of bark, and her shoulders hurt like hell from the strain of being pulled so far back. "Uh, could we get this over with, please?" She saw the little boy's dark eyes widen as he dropped his gaze lower. Frowning, she glanced down at herself, and with a loud groan she shifted again, quickly, and slapped her thighs together. In her struggle to get comfortable, her skirt had ridden up very high on her thighs, exposing the white cotton crotch of her tight panties.
Jim licked his lips, his eyes burning.
"Now you're getting nasty," the blushing girl scolded.
Jim eyed the young girl strangely, and Dawn felt a twinge of apprehension sweep up from her guts and clutch her heart. Much too late, she realized just how far out of hand things had really gotten.
"I'm not nasty," Jim said at last. "You are." He looked deep into Dawn's bright-blue eyes. Her pretty face was partly hidden behind a soft cloud of her blonde hair, but Jim could see how hard the girl was glaring back at him.
"I've really got to be going home, now, Jim," she said through gritted teeth, speaking the words very slowly, as though they were a threat.
Without saying a word, the boy started searching the ground for something. When he found a stone, Dawn pressed her head back against the trunk of the tree.
"What are you going to do with that?"
Jim moved closer to the girl's head, his eyes squinting as he looked carefully at Dawn's pretty mouth.
"Oh, God. Please don't do this," Dawn pleaded, suddenly understanding exactly what the little boy had in his diabolical young mind.
Jim lifted the large stone to her lips, rubbed it lightly against the sensitive soft moist pink flesh. The stone was dirty.
"No!" Dawn sputtered, twisting her face aside. "No! You're not putting that filthy thing in my mouth, damn you! Let me go!"
She took a deep lungful of air, twisted her face sharply to the other side to avoid the stone, and started to scream as loudly as she could. But Jim was too fast. He grabbed a fistful of Dawn's silky hair and yanked her head hard, forcing the side of her face against her shoulder. At the same time, he ground the dirt-crusted stone against her lips, crushing the soft flesh against her teeth. She'd gotten her mouth closed just in time, but it did her no good. The stone hurt. If he kept grinding it against her lips, he would break her teeth. She had no choice. She whimpered, and opened her mouth wide. Jim shoved the stone roughly between her lips, behind her teeth. The heavy filthy object rested directly on the young girl's wet tongue. She moaned as Jim wrapped the big red scarf around her head, fitting it carefully over her mouth and lips so she couldn't spit out the dirty stone. She sat still, not fighting the boy while he tied the scarf in a tight knot under her ear. When he finished, he sat back away from her and looked at her like she was a newly trapped animal.
Dawn sighed through her nose. She was truly at the boy's mercy now. But at least he hadn't broken any of her lovely teeth.
Jim sat there, eyeing his handiwork. Slowly, a huge grin spread across his young face. Dawn sighed again and let her shoulders sag as much as they could. She was here for the duration. The less she responded, the sooner the boy would get bored with her. Then he would let her go.
Jim stood up. Dawn watched him through the cascade of her blonde hair over her eyes. He seemed to be enjoying her utter helplessness. He moved around behind the tree, and Dawn winced as he tested the knots near her wrists. He had tied that fucking cord tight. Her hands must be blue by now. They were numb and cold. She worked her fingers to try to restore circulation, but all she got for her trouble was a pair of painfully tingling hands.
Jim came around the front of her again. He looked her over from head to toe, pausing for a long moment at her bare thighs.
Dawn was beautiful. As beautiful as his sister, Susan. He felt a pleasant stiffening in his prick, and a knot of harder pleasure twisted his guts. He remembered how pretty the girl's panties had looked, so taut and full and pure white against the tanned flesh of her bare thighs, hidden just under the hem of her skirt. Not hidden well enough. He wanted to see Dawn's panties again.
Dawn knew exactly what the boy was thinking, exactly what he wanted. She gulped around the huge stone in her mouth, felt herself begin drooling. She kept her eyes on the young man in front of her, worried about what he might do next to reach his goal.
Maybe it would be better if she did it for him. If she opened her legs and let him look, maybe that would satisfy him and it would be over.
She felt her warm saliva spill over her lower lip, where the scarf had slipped up into her mouth, and drip down onto the front of her blouse. Her arms and shoulders ached, and her jaw was beginning to hurt.
She grunted to get his attention. When he looked at her face, she nodded her head slowly, then lowered her eyes. Then, slowly, she stretched her legs out straight and parted them. She lifted her knees, spread them, drew her heels up toward her ass, spread her knees wider, opening her thighs and fully exposing the stark-white crotch of her cotton panties.
Jim gulped so hard that Dawn heard it. She closed her eyes for a moment and actually felt a rush of pleasure at the young boy's reaction to her body. She watched him as he took in the view of her beautiful crotch.
He was actually quite a good-looking young man. He was going to grow into a real hunk, that was for sure. Already, Dawn noted with appreciation, Jim had a powerful little body.
His face didn't have the puffy fullness of most boys his age. Or the innocence, either. He looked strong, willful, even manly.
Dawn took pleasure in letting the boy look at her panties. She relaxed as much as she could. She was astonished at how sexy she was beginning to feel.
Jim stared and stared, fascinated by the taut crotch of the young girl's unstained white cotton panties.
He had to touch her. He had to feel her. His heart pounded violently in his chest as he stood there. He shivered with a strange sensation and sank to his knees in front of the girl. He moved forward, up between her feet. He had to see under her panties, touch, feel…
Dawn shook her head hard. She saw the boy reach out with his hand. She slammed her legs together and shifted to the side. He could still see the underside of her thighs and her panty-clad ass cheeks, but her cunt was protected.
But not for long.
Dawn grunted and shook her head furiously, begging him not to do it, but Jim wrapped his fingers around her ankle and pulled. He would make her open her legs again. But Dawn shifted suddenly and shoved her other foot into the boy's chest. She thrust her leg out hard and sent the boy sprawling backward.
He rolled with the force of the kick. His head struck the base of a tree. He lay there, stunned. For a moment, Dawn froze, frightened that the boy had been knocked unconscious, or worse. But a few seconds later, Jim moaned and sat up, rubbing the back of his head.
Dawn gave a loud sigh of relief. She felt a trickle of sweat flow down the side of her face, another run down her throat to slip under the collar of her blouse.
"You kicked me," Jim said as though he couldn't believe it had happened. "You hurt me."
Dawn tried to make the boy see how sorry she was, but her face was buried behind the loose mass of her soft hair. Jim wasn't looking at her face, anyway. He thrust out his hand, grabbed Dawn's ankle, and pulled it onto his lap. He ripped her shoe from her foot and threw it aside. With stunning speed, he stripped the white knee sock down the girl's leg and off her foot.
"Give me your other foot," he ordered. It wasn't the voice of a little boy.
Hesitantly, Dawn lifted her other leg and gently lowered her heel into the boy's waiting palm. She whimpered quietly to herself as Jim stripped off her other shoe, yanked off her other knee sock.
Almost in a frenzy now, the boy wrapped the long sock around Dawn's slim ankle, tying it tight.
Oh, God, the girl groaned in her mind. He's going to tie my legs apart. Oh, no. She shook her head wildly to get his attention, but he was too busy grunting over the knot, making sure it was so tight she would never get free.
Dawn was on the verge of panic. The soft hair in her face tickled and itched. Sweat coated her face, running in tiny rivers down her cheeks and neck and throat. She was sweating all over, partly from the heat, partly from her rising fear. The stone in her mouth hurt, and she had to keep her jaw opened as wide as possible so her pretty teeth didn't get chipped or broken.
She moaned loudly as Jim dragged her left leg out to the side and pressed her ankle against the base of a sturdy sapling. Quickly, he bound her foot against the tree with the loose length of her own knee sock. She wiggled her bare toes, stunned at the sight of her own leg stretched out like that, her own foot tied to a tree. It was crazy.
Her panic threatened to overpower her. She gulped around the stone, but her saliva continued spilling out over her lips, hanging in long thick strands down to the front of her blouse.
She had to fight hard to get control of herself. She forced herself to think of the little boy as just that – a little boy. But, as he forced her right leg to the other side, spreading her wide open, Dawn discovered that the boy was much stronger than she had imagined. He had to force her leg farther than it could easily go, and Dawn winced, panting in pain as Jim simply pushed her leg against the bottom of the tree and bound it there. The straining agony in Dawn's stretched young thigh was nearly unbearable. She rolled her head loosely on her shoulders, panting and whimpering.
She had to keep control of herself. Jim was just a boy, just a little boy who'd found an interesting new toy. When he got bored, he would let her go. All she had to do was let it happen, cooperate as much as she could, and everything would be all right.
She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. She worked her shoulders against the trunk of the tree, trying to ease the strain. And she watched the boy.
Jim settled himself cross-legged in front of the bound girl. He looked at her well-filled panty crotch, feeling his belly tighten, enjoying the feeling as his cock got harder and harder inside his cowboy pants.
It was a good feeling. He had made the girl his captive. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she couldn't even yell for help.
She was his.
He looked her all over. She was sweating, breathing rapidly. Her tits rose and fell in a quick rhythm, swelling outward, tightening the material of her blouse, then deflating a little bit, over and over and over. He stared, thrilled by the idea of seeing the young girl's tits for real. There was absolutely nothing to stop him from unbuttoning her shirt and taking a look.
Dawn sighed. She had no doubt at all that this little creep was going to touch her body. Probably take some of her clothes off too. She knew there was nothing she could possibly do to stop him, but, when he finally let her go, he was going to get one hell of a beating. She would make damn sure of that.
Now that Jim had her where he wanted her and could look at her panties all he wanted, he seemed to lose interest in them. He wanted to feel her tits.
The front of Dawn's blouse was wet around the collar and under her arms and under her lush tits. The smooth material clung to her tits. He could see the girl's bra beneath her blouse.
Dawn moaned quietly when Jim shifted up between her spread legs, and she automatically tried to bring her legs together to stop him. But there was nothing she could do. She didn't want him to do it. She had too many unfulfilled dreams, too many wonderful pictures in her head about how it would be the first time she let a boy touch her, really touch her. He would be a boy she wanted to have touch her, a boy who would be gentle and loving. Not a kid dressed in a stupid cowboy outfit.
The sunlight made her pretty hair glow. It rested loosely around her shoulders, spilling down over her face, lying softly on the upper slopes of her tits.
In a daze, Jim reached out. He pushed his cupped hand firmly and fully over Dawn's warm tit, feeling for the first time in his life the fullness of a young girl's tit, the weight and yielding firmness of a young girl's tit.
Dawn gagged on the stone in her mouth, pushed it out of her throat with her tongue. Her jaw hurt. The stone hurt the roof of her mouth, and it tasted awful. It was getting unbearably painful. Her shoulders and back ached to be released from their straining position.
But the hand on her tit made all the pains seem to fade away. Instinct flowed into the girl's body. She groaned and felt her body try to arch outward, upward. She sucked a deep lungful of air to make her tits fill her bra, make them larger, fuller.
Jim reached out with his other hand and cupped Dawn's other tit. The warmth of her tit-flesh flowed through the soft material of her blouse and bra.
Dawn felt the boy's hands begin kneading her tits, his strong young fingers gouging into the sweet globes, his palms mashing against her nipples. She grunted as she felt her nipples respond to the kneading mashing clutching hands. The little buds grew stiff, pulsing with need, throbbing with an urgent desire to be pinched and scratched and rubbed and rolled and teased and tortured.
She had never been felt by a boy. Her body was ready, and against her will, it responded, heedless of the fact that the wonderful hands on her tits belonged to a kid.
Jim breathed through his mouth. His eyes widened as he watched his own hands claw at the helpless girl's beautiful tits.
His prick was throbbing. His cock was hard, curled downward into his underpants. His little balls quivered and ached. His guts churned. Almost mindlessly, the boy brought his hands together at Dawn's throat. She whimpered, for a brief moment convinced that the boy was mad, and was going to strangle her.
He could feel the heat rising from the girl's throat. He fumbled with the button, finally got it free.
Dawn shouted, but the stone muffled the sound. She twisted her head wildly from side to side, and thrust her body away from the tree as far as she could, trying desperately to shake the boy's hands from her blouse. She gasped, snorted through her nose, made wild noises deep in her throat.
Jim ignored the animal sounds gurgling in the girl's throat. He moved his hands down the line of buttons on the front of her pretty blouse, then yanked the material until it came free of the tight belt around her trim waist. He pushed the blouse back off her shoulders and folded it neatly back away from her well-filled bra cups, tucking the tails of her blouse behind the small of her back, baring her tummy and chest and her cock-stirring bra cups.
Jim grabbed the silken cups, squeezed them in both hands. His fingers traced the lace-work along the upper edges of the cups. The backs of his knuckles stroked the taut firm flesh above the tops of her bra.
All the time the boy was feeling her tits, Dawn was shaking her head, grunting and struggling to free herself. It was utterly hopeless. She was bound too tightly.
She sagged back against the tree trunk and went limp as Jim reached up and pushed the thin straps of her bra from each slim shoulder.
It was going to happen to her.
She sighed, defeated.
Jim hooked his fingertips just under the lacy upper edge of each bra cup, then slowly pulled them downward, folding the silk and lace down off Dawn's pretty young tits. The cups slipped off the lush full mounds of her tits, and folded into a wadded band under her breasts. Jim sat there, his fists clutching the wadded bra, and stared at the smooth naked mounds of Dawn's perfect tits.
The rounded hemispheres of sweat-glistening virgin tit-flesh made Jim's belly churn with lust. His cock went absolutely rigid in his pants.
He let go of the wadded bra, and turned his palms upward to cup the warm globes. He moaned, almost whimpering, as he felt the incredibly silky flesh, the perfect weight, the flowing warmth of Dawn's bare tits.
Dawn whined loudly as he felt her tits. Damn him. She didn't want to get felt up by some fucking little kid, not her first time. And not like this, for God's sake, tied up and gagged, helpless to respond.
Dawn moaned in disgust and anger.
All she could do was sit there and take it. She tried to focus on something, anything. She looked at the boy's face. He was thrilled with what he was doing to her. His lips were parted, and she could see his tongue working against his teeth, as though he could already taste her nipples.
Oh, Jesus, please don't let him kiss my tits, Dawn prayed. Don't let him suck my nipples. I couldn't stand that. Not that. If he has to touch me, OK. But let that be all. Please.
Jim's whole body was vibrating with lust. He'd seen young tits before, but only fleetingly, by peeking through the keyhole into his sister's bedroom or spying on her when she went to the bathroom. But he had never been allowed to touch Susan's body. He had never been able to see how beautiful a girl's breasts and nipples really were. Now he was so close he could see the tiny dimples in the pale pink flesh that surrounded the puckered buttons of Dawn's dark nipples. His hands wrapped around the undersides of the firm full tits, and he squeezed, gently at first, then harder, gripping the fleshy mounds in his fists and gouging his fingernails into the pliant slippery flesh.
Dawn winced. Her nipples felt like they were about to explode from the pressure of Jim's tightly squeezing fists.
Dawn grunted and gasped, sucking air when she could, but feeling the air pushed from her lungs by the force of the boy's grinding and mashing hands against her tits and chest.
It hurt. Everything hurt – the strain in her shoulders, the pain in her thighs and ankles and wrists, all this pain was becoming too much to bear. She had to get free. She had to stop this boy from molesting her.
But she couldn't.
Jim bent forward, moving his face closer and closer to her tit. His tongue kept lapping over his lips, wetting them, getting them ready to taste the young teenager's hard little nipple bud.
Dawn shut her eyes tight.
Oh, God, please don't let him do it.
Don't let him suck me.
Suddenly, there was a loud snap. Nearby, a branch had broken. More sounds in the underbrush. Jim jerked his head up, away from his captive's bare tit. He yanked his hands from her tits. More noises, coming closer. Too much noise to be just one dog.
Dawn jerked her head that way, too, listening hard. Her blue eyes were wide, darting from the approaching sound to Jim's face and back again.
What was it?
Jim wasn't about to stick around to find out. He knew he was already in enough trouble. He leaped to his feet. One final crack of a branch and he took off running, racing away through the trees in the opposite direction from whatever was coming.
Dawn felt her heart suddenly pounding hard. Jim had been bad enough, but what if an adult were coming? She might be raped. She might be murdered.
She shut her eyes again, even tighter than before, and turned her face away from the approaching noises.
She worked her wrists violently, trying to get free before she was found.
Something touched her bare shoulder.
She jerked, screamed, froze.
The only sound she could hear was the roaring of blood in her ears, the thudding of her racing heart.
And the heavy breathing of whatever had touched her.