It was dark when Peggy woke up. She sat, very cramped, and raised her head. The beautiful girl's limbs were aching. She tried to stretch, but her bonds stopped her.
Peggy blushed with morbid shame. She remembered where she was, tied captive in the dank bow of the Green's motorsailer. "Oh, no," she breathed, thinking of her profanely joyous response to Bill's buggering prick.
She wondered if her parents would find her. She felt sure that Tom and both the Gibsons were searching for her. Where are they? Where are Bill and Sherry? My butt feels like he split it right at the top, and I'm cold I have to pee, and I'm hungry. Oh, please, somebody, anybody, come help me!
The hatch leading into the forepeak was shut. Her bare shoulder touched the clammy painted planking of the hull. Her cutoffs were down around her ankles. The stiff, wrinkled canvas of the greying sail bags irritated the tender skin of Peggy's hairless pussy. The little brunette's belly was raw from the scraping hemp Bill had stuffed under her.
Peggy pricked up her ears. Her eyes widened, even though the compartment was dark as the inside of a cow. The boat moved and she sensed vibrations in the hull. Footsteps approached the forepeak, and Peggy heard a buzz of voices.
The snap of the latch was loud in the bows. The lamplight dazzled Peggy, but she recognized the hard hands that pulled her out of the forepeak. It was Bill's touch-she'd memorized it while he sodomized her.
"How ya doin', Peggy?" Sherry asked. "We're taking you out of here. The cops are gonna be looking around for you, and you're the last evidence aboard." "No need to tell her about it, Sis," Bill said. "All you and Janet have to do is deliver her to the beach house and call Raoul. I bet he can find a good use for this little chick."
Peggy started to shake. She looked from one to the other. Sherry was examining her long, naked legs while Bill held her up. Peggy tried to hide her naked pussy with her tied hands.
"That's cute," Sherry said. "She's shy. I think we should break her in good before we sell her to Raoul. You didn't bust her cherry, did you, Bill?"
"Only in her ass, Sis… and what an ass! It goddam near broke my cock in half before I got it in, and then the way she busted her cookies! She almost tore my prick off"
"That wouldn't hurt you any, dear," another voice added dryly. Luscious, round-bodied Janet tossed her long copper-red hair. "It might keep you out of trouble long enough to spend some of the money we're getting."
"That's a helluva thing for my own wife to say!" Bill spluttered. "Before you and Sherry got dykey, you loved all the cock you could get!"
"Until we found you jacking off while you watched us," Janet simpered. Her green eyes flashed. "Just put the bitch in the bag and let us girls bail your ass out again, Bill. We wouldn't have to screw around with this kidnap crap if you hadn't dropped your glove. Sherry told you not to use anything from Winsome!"
"Come on, you guys," tall voluptuous Sherry interjected. "We can bicker later." She turned to her brother. "You're sure everything from Winsome is off this boat?" He nodded. "So let's go!"
Bill dumped a huge spinnaker out into the forepeak. He pulled the drawstring mouth of the sail bag wide, and popped it over Peggy's head. "Curl up," he said gruffly. Peggy stumbled with his push.
The inside of the bag was fetid. The scent was stronger than the compartment she'd lain in had been. Peggy pulled her body into a tight ball. She still had to piss, but there would be no chance for a while.
Bill and Sherry rolled Peggy onto her side. Janet brought armsful of sheets and dirty towels. They stuffed the. bag with unwashed laundry until Peggy had to press her face against the canvas bag to breathe.
In minutes, the sail bag was so full that Peggy couldn't move. She felt herself being lifted, and Bill and Sherry carried the bag the length of the boat.
Her captors grunted and puffed, lifting her up the three steps to the cockpit. She knocked her elbow painfully against the gunwale when they set her down on the dock.
Janet wheeled a dock cart, like a luggage platform, over to the mildewed bag. Peggy felt tears running down her cheeks. It seemed her bladder would burst. The pretty girl couldn't move a muscle, and the tight fetal position put pressure on her belly. With all the other things that had happened that day, Peggy was horrified at the thought of the further shame of wetting herself.
Lifted onto the squeaky-wheeled cart, Peggy felt every bump and joint in the dock's planking. She had to breathe through her nose, with the wadded gag in her mouth. The sail bag and its contents smelled like the underside of a locker room.
"Hello, Mr. Gibson," Bill said. "Have you had any word about your daughter?" Peggy's heart jumped, then dropped into a canyon of depression. She strained to kick out in the bag. Her legs didn't move. A short spurt of piss escaped. "No, we haven't heard a thing. The bar tender from the club lent us his phone, though, and the police have promised to call as soon as they know anything."
"We were awful sorry when we heard she was gone," Sherry said. "I hope they find her soon."
"Thank you." Ed Gibson's footsteps trudged off. Peggy's tears welled up in her eyes.
The kidnapped child choked on dry sobs as she was loaded into Bill Green's van. They aren't going to let me go. They're going to sell me to some man and he's probably going to keep me locked up forever, Peggy thought. She went limp in her bonds and cried all through the twisting ride.
When the van stopped, an exhausted Peggy came alert. She could hear surf when Sherry opened the door. Bill came around and grunted when he slung the sack over his shoulder.
The bumping of Bill's back was agonizing. Peggy was sure she would have to cut loose and soak herself with piss while he trotted to the house. She saw specks of brightness between the fibers of the bag. They were the blue-green of the streelights. Peggy tried to guess how far Bill carried her, but the bumping and swaying disoriented her. She heard a door latch click. The bag spun around and she fell on a hard floor.
There was a light burning and very little furniture in the room. The echoes of Bill's footsteps sounded hollow. Peggy lay huddled and cramped on the floor while her three captors went in and out.
She had no idea of how long it had been since she'd been caught on Bill's boat. Her throat was dry and hunger gnawed at her belly. Stationary on the floor, Peggy felt dizzy. Peggy's once pretty brown eyes were open. The lively glow had fled. The dark orbs stared dully, unfocused, at the cloth that pressed her face.
The front door of the unseen house closed with a final click. Janet said, "Raoul will be here in twenty minutes. We don't have to do anything after he comes until one o'clock. Why don't you put the kid in the bedroom and get her ready?"
Ready for what? What are these crazy people going to do to me? Peggy gave up and pissed all over herself. The salty, hot fluid burned the split skin of her rectum. Her muscles went limp. She flopped in the sack like a broken doll when Bill tugged it across the floor.
Peggy was too worn out to be frightened when Bill opened the sail bag. Her legs were inert as two bags full of dead mice when he untied her ankles. Bill started to wipe the piss off of her with a sweat-spotted shirt from the bag, but after two quick dabs at the naked cunt, he stopped. "Maybe Raoul will like you better this way," he muttered.
The peculiar fittings of the room didn't register on Peggy's fatigued brain at first. Two black-light tubes cast a purple glow against tinfoil-covered walls. An umbrella stand full of different sized sticks and switches stood next to a rough, splintery table. A large, straight-backed chair with straps and buckles dangling from it dominated the center of the room. Handcuffs hung down from huge black-iron hooks in the ceiling and along the walls. An ancient electric heater and photographer's flood lamps had captured a long-handled buggy whip in the tangled coils of their cords.
Bill led Peggy to the table. He untied the cords on her wrists and pulled her maroon sweatshirt off over her head. Peggy felt the table move as she sat. She realized that it had wheels.
Bill pushed the naked young girl down on her back. Her arms and legs molded like clay in his grip as he shackled her limbs to the table.
At least the wood isn't cold. I don't mind the splinters that much. I hope they feed me soon, Peggy thought. Each idea had to struggle slowly up from a numb bog, deep in her mind.
The shackles kept her legs apart. The piss dried slowly in Peggy's cunny, making goose bumps crawl along her soft skin. She was already accustomed to the stinging in her rectum. Her arms were at her sides. Peggy could have raised her head if she'd wanted to watch Bill, but she didn't care to use any effort at all.
This place must be pretty old. They don't use carved doors like that any more. And they don't have molding up on the ceiling. Why did they line the walls? That reflection hurts my eyes.
I like hardwood floors. I don't care if they squeak I sure would like some water. Peggy lay limp, letting her mind wander. The rope that held her gag chafed her lips. The wad of cloth tasted worse and worse, but it had dried enough that she could breathe through her mouth again.
Peggy fell into a trance. Her eyes half -closed and her breathing slowed. No sounds registered, though the trio in the other room spoke in low voices.
After a long wait, Sherry walked into the silver-lined room. Her long, ash-blonde hair trailed over her shoulders and onto the tips of her breasts. She wore only a corset. The stiff black garment was inky in the purple light and the busty blonde's teeth glowed greenish.
Sherry's huge titties were pressed upward from beneath. Her nipples showed in the cutouts at the front. The abbreviated girdle ended in a flare of spiky-looking lace above her loins. She walked to the table where Peggy lay.
"Raoul will be here soon. You want to look good for him, don't you." It wasn't a question. The tone snapped the gauzy strands of Peggy's trance.
"The first thing is to get rid of that gag. If you make one sound before I say you can, I will kill you. Painfully." Sherry's blue eyes shot icy sparks right into Peggy's soul. The twelve-year-old trembled.
Peggy raised her head to follow the meaty rolling of Sherry's buttocks. The tall, cruel blonde opened the foil-wrapped closet door. She pulled out a wide leather band that glinted in the light.
Sherry brought the device closer. The long strap had a loop on each end and was studded with metal buttons like a dog collar. She tightened one loop around each of Peggy's knees, then passed the strap under the table and jerked it tight. Peggy's thighs spread wide. The tendons pointing to her crotch stood up like ropes under her skin. The tension was hard enough to spread the hairless lips of the little brunette's cunny.
Peggy bit her lip. Her eyes rolled with terror. She wanted to scream, but Sherry's threat had taken her voice away. A final golden drop of urine leaked from her pussy as the slender young captive's sphincters lost control.
"I like virgins. Pussy is so much cleaner before a man shoves his cock into it. You really look tasty, Peggy." Sherry leaned over the wooden table and stroked the slight swellings of Peggy's tit. "Your nipples are very nice. I'll bet nobody ever kissed them right."
The tall blonde bent and licked around the milk-chocolate nubbin in the center of Peggy's left breast. "Men don't know how sensitive our titties are. All they want is the nipple." Sherry moved to the head of the table. Her massive, conical jugs spilled out of the corset top. The delicately scented warmth billowed over Peggy's nose and eyes. Sherry's long, red-painted fingernails traced the base of each tender, childish mound. She washed the mildewed stink of the sail bag off of Peggy's bosom with the flat of her tongue.
"Yes, you may kiss mine," Sherry murmured. Her creamy-skinned tits rolled and slithered over Peggy's face. The trussed-up young girl, turned her head and licked timidly at the side of one heavy breast.
Peggy's breast-tips grew. The blunt points stood up from her firm boobs like rosettes on a devil's-food cake. She_ lapped gently from the outside of each corona to the base of the tiny spire, then slowly up the side. The long, fine strands of the older woman's hair tickled along Peggy's ribs.
One elegant fingernail trailed softly around the nipple Sherry wasn't kissing. The aureole set up mazes of stiff wrinkles around the miniscule tower.
Peggy's fears dissolved slowly, like honey stirred into hot tea. The warmth of lewd arousal unfolded inside her. Peggy thought of a flower opening at daybreak as her clitoris gained more and more pearly stiffness.
The little brunette raised her head an inch, burrowing into the warm pillows of Sherry's titties. The voluptuous blonde lowered her torso onto Peggy's face. She tongued one of the little girl's nipples gently, then pulled at it with her soft, full red lips.
Peggy extended her tongue and licked at the deep valley of Sherry's cleavage. It was as if Peggy were moving underwater. She felt weightless, and every movement the two women shared was slow and luxurious. Peggy ignored her bonds. She wanted to be fully exposed to Sherry's lips and tongue. Her skin crept, waiting for the touch of those razor-sharp fingernails.
Peggy's pussy dampened. Sweet, musky juices flowed from deep in her vagina. A deliciously feminine scent, not a Perfume, flowed from Sherry's breasts. The soft eroticism of the blonde's aroma made Peggy drunk.
Soft red lips covered half of Peggy's breast. The thought of the blonde's vivid lipstick outlining her stiff brown nipples made Peggy's cunny tingle. Sherry's caresses made the umber tip stand harder than it had ever done.
Sherry crawled up on the table. Her wide, creamy ass stuck up in the air. Peggy watched her tight-corseted waist move down. The ivory skin where Sherry's hips flared suggestively blazed in the purple dimness.
Peggy's nostrils flared as she gazed on the rich pinkness of Sherry's labia. The wet crease was slightly open, and the dampness shined through the darker blonde of her fine pubic floss.
Peggy recognized the Sherry-scent. The same overtones of aroma filled the valley between the blonde's breasts, but here in her crotch, the bouquet was richer. She breathed it deep and ran her eyes over the older woman's loins.
Sherry started kissing at the base of Peggy's belly. She half-shut her heavy-lashed eyes and made love to Peggy's olive skin. Sherry kissed or tongue-touched all around the center of the girl's femaleness.
The cords stood on each of Peggy's wide-flung thighs. Sherry kissed.the line of the tendon and the little hammock it formed. After cherishing every inch of Peggy's tender thighs with her red lips, the voluptuous blonde licked all the same delightful territory.
Sherry drew her head back. She leaned on her elbows. Her pussy was within inches of Peggy's face. The blonde languidly traced Peggy's outer labial folds with a fingernail.
Even in the purple light, Sherry could watch the exposed edges of Peggy's cunt turn redder. She watched clinically, as cold as a glacier. Her own blonde nest moistened. Sherry scratched a little harder. The ruptured membrane of Peggy's cherry winked open and closed again.
Peggy bit her lip. She forced herself to stifle the tiny mewing sounds of her lust. Sherry's well-furred pussy descended over her face. The musky nearness of it scared Peggy. She was twisting in a simmering jumble of emotions. The little girl wanted to taste the heavy flavor of the hot-scented flesh. Peggy felt it would be wrong, but so pleasurable she would burst as soon as she touched her tongue to the swampy grotto. And what if Sherry didn't want her to? Should she wait to be told?
"Kiss it," Sherry hissed softly. "Lick me, like this."
Peggy gasped as the hot, slippery flat of Sherry's tongue smeared blobs of sensation through her loins. Her head rose involuntarily from the table and she touched Sherry's cunt. Her long, fine-molded nose slithered in viscous cuntal juice. Peggy stuck out her tongue in self-defense.
Sherry's tongue mashed the child's hairless labia flat. The hard ridge of Peggy's clit sent meteors of fiery light exploding through her slender body. Peggy licked desperately at the top of Sherry's slash.
The blonde woman's clitoris was larger and thicker than Peggy's. It extended past the folds of her labia, showing the end of a new pink crayon beneath the curly cuntal thatch.
Sherry hissed and pushed downward, capturing Peggy's face in her loins. "Yes, that's it," she whispered. The blonde Lesbian sucked at the pearly button until Peggy's hips began to fight the restraints.
Peggy felt the hot flower beginning to bloom in her belly. She had never realized how quickly tenderness after terror could make her orgasm build.
It had been the first lesson Bill had taught Sherry.
Sherry released her suckhold on Peggy's clit and began lasciviously tonguing the smooth, silken skin between the button and her vagina. She teased the girl mercilessly, not quite touching either of the two flaming centers of her cuntal need.
Peggy sucked all the harder as Sherry tantalized her. She ran her sharp tongue up into the orchid-like center of the blonde's vagina, then slithered back to her clit. The twelve-year-old girl knew that Sherry would have to give her a good, strong cum if Peggy got her hot enough.
The precocious cuntlapper kept on until Sherry ground her crotch against her face. Each time Sherry tried to roll her pussy against Peggy's tongue, the woman child evaded the eager stiffness of her cut.
After trying to force Peggy to bring her off, Sherry went down on the little girl with a vengeance. She plunged her tongue into Peggy's virgin hole and sucked viciously at her cumbutton. Both pussies ground at both faces now.
The two women, one twelve, the other twenty-two, struggled to bring themselves and each other off. Peggy could have wept. She wanted to use her arms to lever her head up into Sherry's cunt. The little brunette wanted to grip Sherry's lush, tanned thighs and caress her opulent buttocks. Her neck began to cramp. Knots kinked Peggy's shoulder muscles. She was literally lifting Sherry's ass from the table.
Sherry licked and sucked Peggy's hairless cunt. She pulled the girl's pussy into her lipsticked mouth and slashed at the tender flesh with her snake-swift tongue. Air whistled through her gnawing lips. The voluptuous blonde had wanted a young virgin's pussy for years, since before her brother had deflowered her. She pushed her ass down savagely, wanting them both to suffocate in a blinding explosion of cunty insanity.
Peggy growled and gnawed at the blonde's heavy-hanging labia. Fragmented prayers for the final release of her orgasm jumbled in her brain. She pulled strands of fine, dark-blonde pubic hair out with her suctioning lips. A blast furnace roared in her crotch and the dam burst.