The stiff frill at the bottom of Sherry's corset scraped Peggy's tender nipples. Peggy gasped for air, throwing her head back. Sherry's juice flooded cunt bucked against the little girl's chin.
Peggy's hips jerked. Sherry's red-nailed fingers dug into Peggy's thighs. Blonde hair cascaded over Peggy's gaping loins. Sherry's bell-nippled tits mashed like firm cushions on the young girl's belly. The slender little brunette thrashed frantically under Sherry's buxom weight.
Sherry's creamy asscheeks shook with the rhythmic contractions of her orgasm. Her tanned thighs squeezed pretty Peggy's head. The sound of their husky panting filled the foil-lined room.
Peggy's exquisite features were slimed with Sherry's cuntal flood. Her high cheekbones reflected the eerie glimmer of the black-light. _he wings of her fine-molded nostrils flared with gusty breathing. The air was redolent with the sharply separate female scents.
"Very nice. In fact, inspiring." Peggy froze. The new voice chilled her to the bone. The man spoke softly, with a trace of an accent she couldn't identify. The unseen stranger clapped. His hands sounded soft and wet, like raw liver slapping onto a table.
Sherry raised her head. She lifted her busty, corseted frame off of Peggy and slipped to the floor. "Hello, Raoul. Have you been here long?" the blonde asked. Her voice trembled slightly. The quaver wasn't musical.
"Long enough to enjoy a fine performance. My compliments on your… costume."
Peggy raised her head. Raoul glanced at her, then back to Sherry. Bill and Janet both stood one step behind the stranger, just inside the door. The lights in the front room were off. Sherry moved away from the splintery table and circled around Raoul, staying as far from him as the small room allowed.
"Your name is Peggy. For Margaret?" he asked, strolling across the few feet separating him from Peggy. She nodded and Raoul smiled.
He was shorter than Bill Green, about five-six. He was clean-shaven and a little jowly. His hair was jet black and looked as if it could be dyed. His teeth were very expensive-caps in front showed yellow, clear lavender, and pinkish in the ultraviolet. He was dapper in spite of over-wide shoulders and the beginnings of a paunch. His dark suit's subtle striping was only a hint of color, even under the black-light. Raoul's full lips turned down at the corners when his smile whisked away. His hawk nose contrasted with the dissipated wrinkles under his eyes. The area around his off-black irises was murky and brownish, traced with myriad lines.
Raoul turned away, moving toward the floodlights. Peggy thought, He's going to take off his gloves! Even though he wore none. No jewels, either – his carriage conveyed wealth and a jaded power that baubles could only detract from.
The sudden glare of the photoflood dazzled Peggy. She shut her eyes, and colored spots danced on her retinas.
"Her name is Margaret-Margarethe," he lisped. The girl felt she'd been christened again. An instantaneous lance of pain seared her clit and Peggy jumped. Her mouth opened wide and her back arched, thrusting her pussy upward.
She stared at Raoul. He let the buggy whip fall from his blunt-fingered hand. "The reaction of a perfect slave. You notice how she jumps for the lash?" He loosened his necktie. "But does she have the… ah… gifts for it?"
"She is very good, Raoul," Sherry said. "She is willing, after a little pressure. I think she wants to be dominated." Next to the swarthy Raoul Sherry's strength seemed as pale as her smooth-skinned breasts.
"She is hard to get started," Bill chimed in "but the kid's a hell of a gore when you lay it on her. Never saw a chick turn on to assfucking so fast!"
Raoul silenced Bill with a heavy-lidded glance. "Lovely. Your sophistication astounds me again; Mr. Green." Raoul dropped his cravat on the floor and thumbed Peggy's labia open. "There is an acquaintance of mine in Sao Paulo…" he said. He spoke more to Peggy's vagina than to the other people in the room. "Perhaps four thousand… no, five."
"She's twelve years old and there's a lot of heat out looking for her already," Bill said. "Do you think five grand is enough? I mean, we've got that much in hard goods, not to mention the boats!"
"Five thousand dollars is what I will pay you. We all owe more to my friend in Brazil than I can tell you. I don't feel that a gift is out of order. This is a windfall, pure good fortune. Besides, you have told me over and over that the police have no chance to apprehend us." Raoul shed his suit coat and Sherry rushed to pick it up. The bright floodlight made every hair on her pussy stand wetly distinct from every other.
"Beside, Bill, I don't expect you to sell such a pretty child to someone you don't know. Oh, anything but that, eh?" Raoul stopped unbuttoning his shirt long enough to caress Peggy's nipples. He traced the fine contour of her high cheekbone with one well-manicured finger.
Peggy was glad her bladder was empty. She thought, I'd wet myself for sure if I had any in me. He's scary! He does dye his hair, though. He must be a lot older than he looks, and he looks like he's fifty. A heavy grey thatch sprang wirily when the man opened his shirt.
"Who-what are you going to do?" Peggy asked. Her lively brown eyes were perfectly round. Her thick lashes curled up past her eyebrows and her lips quivered.
"There's nothing to worry about, Margarethe," he said softly. "You are going to be very happy, and you are going to make a very nice gentleman enjoy his life once again." He looked as sadly as a basset hound into her eyes. A tiny smile played around the corners of his full lips and traveled up. "No one could harm a little dove with a broken wing."
Peggy shook like a leaf. I don't like that part about a broken wing. Any grownup who says it's not gonna hurt always lies. I wish I could believe him!
Raoul watched the trapped fluttering in Peggy's eyes. "Mr. Green, will you please do the honors? My fascination with maidenheads died many years ago."
"I-uh, I suppose." Bill paused. "I don't know about a public exhibition like this, though. It kind of take the starch out of me to have you all watching."
"The child will be watching in any case, no? Is it this crowd, or me?" Raoul asked softly. "I will have to watch in any event. I wish to know as much as possible about my gifts before I give them."
"Well, I can't promise anything," Bill said.
"That's no surprise," his lovely redheaded wife sneered. "I wouldn't mind showing off with this girl at all" Janet Green slunk over to the table and repeated, "Not at all." She bent to kiss Peggy's cheek. Her wide-set green eyes signaled passionate heat. The slightly slanted orbs glistened and her pupils dilated when she touched Peggy's face.
"No. Bill will have to deflower her. You must be convincing later tonight." Raoul touched Janet's wrist. The curvaooous woman stood back and let him 'undo the bonds. 'Would it help your performance to watch us, Janet?"
"If I don't think so, I'll leave," she replied.
Raoul detached the knee straps first, then loosed Peggy's wrists. Putting one strong arm under her shoulders, he helped her to sit up. "Don't worry, little one. You'll come to enjoy it all," he whispered.
"Could I have some water?" Peggy asked timidly. "I'm awful thristy."
"Sherry," Raoul said. His voice flicked as quickly as the buggy whip. The busty blonde scurried out of the room. She was back with a glass of water before Raoul had finished unbuckling the wide, soft leather cuffs on Peggy's ankles..
"Thank you," Peggy said. She drank the water slowly and looked around the room. Her muscles ached pleasantly. She still felt the luxurious looseness of cuntal satisfaction, despite the rapid turns of events. The little brunette still didn't know who the thick-set, commanding Raoul was or how he led the Green menage. She handed the tumbler back to Sherry and decided not to worry about it. "I'm kind of cold, Mr. Raoul. Could I have my clothes back?"
"The name is just 'Raoul'. Not Mister," he said. The basset-hound smile showed again. "I'm afraid you cannot have any clothing just now. You understand what Mr. Green is going to do?" She nodded. "He must have all the stimulation you can give him, so putting your clothes on is out of the question."
Peggy sat on the splintery table and rubbed her ankles. Her stomach sunk. I'm not going to get out of here. They really are going to keep me here all night. These people are going to make me into some kind of sex slave! Peggy's lower lip trembled and a tear welled in one eye.
"Can I turn on the heater for her?" Janet asked. Raoul nodded and. the red-haired woman spoke up again. "I've a discipline bra that might fit her." She looked at Peggy and licked her lips. "Would you like a brassiere, darling?"
The distraught little brunette nodded dumbly. "Please, anything!" She wrapped her thin arms around her torso, trying to hide her breasts. Peggy felt more naked and more vulnerable than she ever had in her young life.
Janet reappeared with a black garment that wiggled in her hand as if it were a living thing. Raoul looked at it and smiled, then nodded in response to Janet Green's silent question.
The round-assed Mrs. Green stepped behind Peggy and said, "Lift your arms, honey." Peggy unwrapped her slender limbs from her torso. The sudden shock of the rubber made her skin crawl. It was the gummy, stretchy latex that monster toys are molded from.
Janet deftly slipped the bra around Peggy. She put the girl's gooosebump-covered arms through the straps and set her pink-brown nipples through the holes in the cups. The back band stretched tight across Peggy's spine, and the velcro strips held it tight as a bandage.
The flat black triangles in front pressed her titties almost flat. Janet pulled the straps tighter and the little brunette's nipples sprang through the holes like two fat grapes. Just a little swelling bulged the sticky rubber cups. All the internal pressure of Peggy's titties forced her nipples to extend painfully far through the holes. She felt the blood pounding through the twin turgid masses.
Peggy felt nakeder with the bra on than she had without it. She looked straight ahead. Her eyes were downcast. Her shoulders hunched. Peggy's long, slender legs dangled lifelessly over the edge of the table. She ignored the slivers that prodded into the sensitive skin of her young buttocks.
"Are you ready to start, Mr. Green?" Raoul asked. Without waiting for a reply, he helped Peggy off the table and led her to a spot right in front of the floodlamps.
The heater warmed her shins. The photofloods heated Peggy's torso. Her tortured nipples felt like they were baking. She didn't have any will to resist when Raoul lifted her arms over her head. Even when Sherry helped him fasten the manacles, Peggy stood mute. The twelve-year-old girl had switched off her mind.
Bill Green dropped his pants. Only a pathetic little half-hard stem showed where the assreaming cock had been so proud. "Now what, Raoul?" he asked.
The swarthy foreigner, surprisingly hard muscles rippling in his chest and shoulders, looked at Bill. His expression said, "I should have hired a Billy goat. At least a goat is always ready to fuck." He turned back to his slender hostage, naked save for her rubber bra. "Would you turn around, please, Margarethe?"
Peggy tiptoed around. The handcuffs held her arms stretched over her head. She could not sink down far enough to rest on her heels. Every muscle and tendon in her olive-skinned body was sharply defined. The flowing brown hair continued her vertical line. Peggy looked like a Dali oil, strained to a thread for art's sake.
"Isn't she beautiful, Bill? She is completely defenseless. She is completely ours." Raoul picked up the buggy whip. He traced the fine line of Peggy's arched ribs with the end. Five feet of limber, silk-wrapped spring steel terminated in a whisker of lash less than two feet long.
It was the tool of the animal tamer, and bare-chested Raoul stalked around his prey. His feline movements surprised the watching trio. He popped the thin lash once in the air, and Peggy cringed. She tried to pull away from him, but her tiptoe effort only set her chain to twisting in the floodlit arena.
Raoul flicked the lash again, scoring an exquisitely painful touch on Peggy's breast. The tight-stretched rubber seemed to amplify the noise and. the pain. The little brunette's inhalation turned to a sharp sob. She cut off the noise, biting her lip.
"It really isn't that bad, is it"?"
Peggy shook her head as fat tears rolled down her cheeks.
"You rather like it, don't you?"
Peggy wept openly. The pain excited her and shamed her at the same time. She couldn't bring herself to nod until Raoul flicked the side of her buttock again.
"You see, Bill?" Raoul tossed the limber handle of the whip to the younger man. "Don't mark her badly. Nothing that will leave a scar."
Bill popped the lash three times in the air, watching Peggy shrink away from him. Raoul turned his back and walked to the heavy armchair.
Bill's cock was elongating. His eyes went from the lash to the naked, long-stretched little girl and back. He took a sidearm swipe at Peggy's thigh, not snapping the whip. The silk cord wrapped around her limb above the knee, leaving a pink stripe.
Raoul sat in the chair and watched His dissipated, old-looking eyes began to light up for the first time. Peggy looked pleadingly at him but she saw that he would be the last person in the room to take pity on her.
Bill carefully considered the young captive dangling in front of him His prick jerked as he popped the frayed end of the lash against Peggy's belly. A tiny red star blossomed at the touch. The pink on her thigh was already fading.
Sherry, wearing only her stiff black corset, moved to sit next to Raoul. He lifted his arm from the arm of the chair and fondled her thigh. The swarthy commander crooked his finger and lush, curvy Janet sat on the other side.
Bill took off his loose-fitting linen shirt. His teeth glinted under the bright flood lamps as he considered where to strike next. His wrist flicked, and before the whip even seemed to move, a crimson pinpoint showed on Peggy's buttock.
Janet's hand strayed down into Raoul's lap. Watching Peggy's torture excited the red-haired woman. She was being brought to a fever pitch.
Raoul let her play with his stiffening cock. He sat erect, one hand on each of the two voluptuous women and cautioned Bill, "Draw no blood. No marks can show in two days' time."
Bill glanced at the trio in the chair. Whipping Peggy excited him, but watching his wife and sister fawning over another man made his blood boil. He lashed across Peggy's thighs and belly. He didn't pop the end of the lash. Short, sharp whistles cut the air as the lash swung, red welts sprung up on the girl's skin.
Sherry caressed Raoul's face while Janet opened his fly. His thick, uncircumcised member stood rampant. The deliciously rounded Mrs. Green licked her sensuous lips and began to slither off the arm of the chair. She knelt on the floor, half-watching Bill taking his jealous fury out on their hostage. She leaned over the thick, leathery-looking weapon in Raoul's lap.
Bill no longer glanced at Sherry or Janet. He beat savagely at Peggy's nakedness. The limber steel of the long handle laid crisscrossing lines on her slender asscheeks. He hissed curses between his set teeth.
Peggy twisted and flinched with every blow. The whistling shaft landed time and again on her buttocks, and the braided black silk wrapped around her hips like a serpent. The frayed end landed repeatedly on the soft, clit-filled triangle of her protruding inner labia. The heat of the flood lamps made her sweat rivers. The salty fluid made every stripe and welt blaze like a flare.
Sherry's naked cunt oozed musky cream on.the wooden arm of the bondage chair. Raoul's fingers tugged lightly at her cuntal thatch, then rested, calmly, on her long, tanned thigh.
The little girl's skin glistened in the bright light. She looked as if she'd been lovingly oiled, then painted with a narrow red brush. Peggy's vagina poured thick honey down her thighs, where it mixed with her sweat. The flaming stripes on her buttocks heated her virgin cunny to a steady simmer. Peggy's large brown eyes gleamed through the tears and she flinched more often toward the lash than away.
Bill kept beating at her. Her back was covered with welts. She twisted slowly, too pained and excited to control her hanging body. The chain creaked and the long handle of the whip hissed through the steamy air of the foil-lined room.
He slashed from side to side. Bill felt all his rage strengthening his whip hand, flowing down the handle and flaying the captive child. Power flowed into his balls. His cock was harder than his flinty heart. He flung the whip down and grabbed Peggy by the waist.
Raoul leaned forward in his chair. The women on each side of him watched closely.
Bill hoisted Peggy off the ground. She panted with anticipation. The drastic punishment had heated her cunny even more than Sherry's artful tongue.
"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! I need a big stiff cock in my pussy," Peggy moaned. She pulled up with her shackled arms and opened her legs wide. "Jam it in! I've got to have your cock!"
Bill wrenched the dangling girl to himself. Her wet, hot pussy brushed against his cock He lifted her another inch, and hunched his throbbing prick head up against the tight mouth of her pussy.
Peggy screamed with lust. Her ankles scissored behind his back and she drove her sopping cunt down at his prick.
Bill gasped. The hot flesh of Peggy's pussy was as wet and slippery as a porpoise. His strong, thick hands forced her hips down.
Peggy felt a tearing inside and she welcomed it with a sobbing-cry of relief. Her pussy was at last opened to accept a man's hot stiffness. The pain was much smaller than the pains of her frustration had bee. She rejoiced in the feeling of entry.
Bill felt the little girl's hole open reluctantly around his up thrusting weapon. The warmth of blood and pussy juice rolled down his prick, lubricating it for deeper, harder fucking.
Bill's sac was drawn up in a tight knot at the base of his cock. He guided Peggy's rolling hip thrusts with his thick hands. He faced the, floodlights and the brilliant beams heated his exposed scrotum.
Peggy dangled by her wrists from the black-iron chain. She worked her long, slender legs like a wrestler, forcing Bill's hips to shove his thick cock into her hungry cunt. His thumbs dug bruisingly into the softness of her belly.
Bill's legs opened. His heel rose and fell as he made his whole body jab upward like a deep shoved cock. He ducked his head and his lips tore at Peggy's exposed nipples.
The overheated bulbs of her titties responded like two stiff clits. A bonfire erupted in each compressed breast. Peggy waved her head and her long brown hair shimmered around her shoulders.
Her mouth opened in a soundless scream. The peak of her orgasm poured over her like a tidal wave. She drowned in the sudden flood of passionate sensuality. Her rolling hips and tight-clenching cuntal walls bent Bill's cock.
Bill howled like a madman. Peggy's vaginal sphincter wrung on his prick, clasping the thick meaty pole like wet, pulsing iron bands. His balls exploded. He sent cascading gobs of semen into her deepest, wettest recesses. The tiny cavern of her womb filled with his repeated gushes. Again and again his prick pulsated, trying to spew more seed even when his virile reservoirs had been squeezed dry.
Bill couldn't stop the pounding thrusts. Peggy's mighty cumburst over-powered him. Her legs held him like a vise. Her pussy demanded more and more deep movements from his prick. She pulled more from his cock than it had ever had to give. The whipping had created a monster, and its fangs were the walls of Peggy's prick -gobbling vagina.