Poor little twelve year old Julie Miller sat alone in the back seat of her brother's car, in the back row of the drive-in theater. She was whimpering to herself, trying to figure out what she had done wrong. It didn't make the slightest sense to the pre-teen girl.
She was begging for his cock, she was open for him, she was ready – and then he simply left!
Why?
What on earth could she have possibly done… wrong?
Julie shook her head, and sighed.
Her young body still throbbed and shook from her near-climax, still longed and lusted for the filling prick inside her virgin twat. She wanted to feel Billy inside her, wanted his wonderful hard huge cock rubbing up inside her love channel, making her come!
She was feeling very sexy!
Oh, damn! What have I done wrong? the little girl whined to herself, shook her head again, flicking her long hair over her pretty face. She let the thin curtain of blonde hair falling over her eyes, and peered through that lovely veil at the movie out the car window.
The girl was being forced to squat down on something sharp. The picture was a tight close-up of her wincing, agonized, but very beautiful face.
Julie winced with her, suddenly feeling again the terrible sharpness of the sawhorse against her cunny – that day two years ago, when she had just turned ten years old, when Frank and Sam…
"Bang! Bang! You're dead!"
"I am not! You missed!"
Running and dodging wildly through the trees, Julie outraced the nearest boy and ducked quickly into a tiny grove of bushes that hid her from his sight.
He passed nearby, calling, "Hey, Julie! Where are you? Aw, come on! That ain't fair!"
He was joined by Frank, who stood waving his cap pistol menacingly at waist height. Julie liked Frank a lot. He moved next to Sam and called out, "Come on, Julie! The Indians gotta tie you up so the cowboys can save you!" And since that statement seemed entirely logical to Julie's ten-year-old mind, she simply stood up and waited.
Sam caught sight of her first.
"Okay, paleface! Hands up!"
Julie, who didn't think it was slightly strange that the Indians would have pistols and be wearing cowboy outfits, slowly raised her slender arms straight upward over her head, then stepped timidly out from the center of the bushes.
She was wearing a very short yellow skirt with cowgirl tassels around the hem. Her blouse was red and fitted very tightly over her unformed little chest, clearly outlining her two sweet little nipple nubbins, those small pre-pubescent swellings of dark brown that showed so invitingly through most of her thin blouses. She didn't wear a bra yet, but her mommy had promised her that very soon they would go shopping for her first training bra!
"March!" Frank commanded her, jabbing the barrel of his gun hard into the little girl's back.
"Ouch! Not so hard!" Julie protested.
She marched in the direction Frank had shoved her. As the children neared the huge, weather-beaten double doors at the back of the barn, Julie began to wonder what was going on. Usually, they just wrapped some long clothesline around her waist, pulling her tiny body back against the nearest tree.
She turned and started to ask Frank why he was taking her into the barn. Her daddy had warned her a lot of times about going into this place. It was dark and dangerous, and sometimes people used it for doing awful things! She knew a lot of terrible stories about this dark old barn, and even if none of them were true, the building was very old and unsafe. It could fall down any time at all.
But Frank gave her a stern look that told her not to argue with him, and she was a very good little girl, and she did like Frank so that she turned back to the door and kept her fears to herself.
She trusted Frank completely.
After all, wasn't he the cowboy who saved her most often?
She started to lower her arms because they were hurting from being held so high for so long, but Frank jabbed the small of the pre-teen's back with his gun again, pushing her ahead of him through the doors and into the dusty smelling interior of the scary barn.
"Find something we can tie this cowgirl to, Sam!"
Both boys looked all around, but it was hard to see the objects in the barn until after their eyes got used to the dim light. It was Julie herself who first spotted the sawhorse over in the corner.
"How about that thing?" she asked quietly, lowering one arm long enough to point at it, then raising the arm high again.
"Huh?" Sam said, but Frank was already pushing Julie toward it, and Sam followed, fiddling with the trigger on his pistol, which was threatening to fall off.
"Okay, you!" Frank growled, once again poking Julie's sore back with the barrel of the gun. "Pull that thing out away from the wall so we can tie you up to it!"
"Yes, sir," Julie said calmly, taking hold of one end of the huge wooden sawhorse and trying to pull it around.
"Help her, Sam!"
Sam grunted, started to re-holster his gun, but lost the trigger somewhere in the litter of straw on the wooden floor. He said something nasty and shoved the gun into the leather holster, then grabbed the other end of the horse and easily swung it around so it stood several feet out away from the wall.
"Good," Frank said, obviously satisfied. He was walking over toward a pile of rolled baling twine. Sam dashed over beside his buddy, eager to be of help.
Both boys had to climb up onto a low platform made out of standard cement blocks to reach the twine, and it was then that Frank developed his plan to its fullest. He eyed the rope, the heavy cement blocks, the sawhorse and Julie!
He nodded to himself in the cool darkness of the barn, and smiled a smile that was not that of a little boy!
Julie stood quietly, submissively, while Frank came back over to her, carrying a long length of baling twine.
"Okay!" Frank shouted directly into her lovely face. Julie cringed perfectly. "Turn around!"
Julie turned as ordered.
"Put your hands behind your back and cross your wrists!"
Frank was shouting into her ear, and that hurt!
But Julie dutifully obeyed his orders, and instantly felt the roughness of the twine as Frank somewhat over-eagerly wrapped it around her thin wrists, pulling it so tight it cut deeply into her unblemished skin.
"That's too tight, Frank!" she whimpered in protest.
"Shut your mouth, paleface!"
"Okay," the ten-year-old cowgirl whined, sniffing a little and twisting at the rope with her wrists to ease the slightly painful tightness. But it didn't work.
"Now, get up on that horse!"
Julie tried. She walked around the huge thing several times, trying to find some way up by herself, but she couldn't do it, though she lifted her long leg a couple of times to try it.
The sawhorse was gigantic. It had flat wooden sides that extended halfway to the floor, making a huge inverted vee with the point at the top, level with Julie's chest. The angle of the point was very sharp, and the top edge of the point had been made rough and full of splinters from long years of misuse. There was absolutely no way for the little girl to climb aboard the thing with her hands tied behind her back.
Frank and Sam each took one of her arms and lifted her small lightweight body up and over the end of the horse, then set her down, one long leg on either side, her inner legs resting down along the wooden sides.
"Oh!" she gasped as they released her full weight onto the point of the horse!
The sharp wood dug directly into the pretty little girl's taut little cunny, making her moan with the strange sensation.
"Oh! I don't think I want to do this!" the child gasped down to the watching cowboys.
The whole of her slight weight was resting on the point of the sawhorse, and was being borne by her tender virgin countless! She felt like she was going to be sliced in half! And yet it wasn't pain. It was… well, it was… hummmmmm?
Nice?
Julie cocked her head to her shoulder and consciously felt her weight on her cunny. She shifted a little and winced. "Ouch!"
But she didn't ask to be taken down. Her legs were held wide apart by the slant of the boards on the sides of the horse, and this gave the point plenty of room in her crotch to move around, from slicing directly into her body between her two puffy little hairless countless to resting over toward the joining of either leg to her hips. She shifted around on top of the thing, trying to find the most comfortable position. But what she found instead was a truly wonderful pleasure growing down there, down there!
And she found that it was not the most comfortable position that gave her the greatest pleasure in her pussy, but the position that brought the sharpest twinges directly between her lips!
She shifted into that position, wiggling a little to help open up her twat for the sharp wooden plane.
Frank was watching her wiggling with intense interest, and was rubbing the front of his pants in a very funny way when Julie finally stopped moving around and looked down at him. He caught her looking at his massaging hand and quickly stopped, glaring up at her.
"We better blindfold her, Sam!"
Sam nodded. He was getting pretty bored with this cowboy stuff. He wanted to play hide-and-seek. He was the best player in the town and was proud of his record as the only one who never got caught. It never entered his mind that the other children might not be seeking him any too hard! But he was Frank's buddy and sidekick, and did what he was told.
"Blindfold her with what, Frank?" he asked, scratching his rear end.
"Let's use her sock! Help me take off her shoes and socks!"
Frank worked one of the pretty girl's feet while Sam worked the other. He unbuckled her black patent leather shoe and slipped it off her foot. Then he rolled her white knee sock down and off her foot. Julie had delicate little feet with cute toes. Frank gave the bottom of her bare foot a quick tickle and grinned as her foot jerked spasmodically away from his touch.
"Climb up there behind her, Sam!"
Sam took the sock from his buddy and climbed up on the sawhorse, trying to balance himself so that he didn't have to sit splayed open like Julie was. He didn't want his nuts busted!
"Blindfold her with one of the socks, and make sure it stays in place! Make it tight!"
Sam got up close behind Julie and placed the sock over her eyes. He fumbled badly with it behind her neck, trying to make a decent knot in the thick material. Finally, he succeeded.
"Can you see out of that?"
"No," Julie said quietly.
She was busy with the nice warm pressure of pleasure building in her tummy, seeping down into her pussy and coming to a focus in her tiny virgin clit. She felt something oozing out of her pussy lips and wetting her cotton panties!
She barely heard Frank tell Sam to gag her.
"Open your mouth, Julie!" Sam said loudly in her ear.
"Huh? Why?"
"We gotta gag you."
"Why?"
Sam shrugged. "Frank says so," he said.
Julie thought about protesting. She didn't particularly want to have something stuffed into her mouth, but then she didn't particularly care if she did, either. She opened her jaws wide, and felt the dry, thickness of her own sweaty smelly sock being pressed between her immaculate teeth, stuffed deep into her mouth.
She almost gagged. She shook her head to indicate to Sam he had put it in deep enough. Then she felt the boy wrap a few turns of twine around her face and over the sock in her mouth to keep it held in place. She sighed through her nose. She sat up on the tall sawhorse, her arms bound behind her back, her wrists beginning to ache a little from the tightness of the rope around them, and her own sock stuffed into her mouth for a gag, her other sock wrapped over her eyes, blindfolding her, but she didn't care.
She was concentrating on that strange new thing happening downstairs in her… Down there…! In her cunny!
It was marvelous! She shifted her tiny tight butt forward, and almost screamed into her gag! Oh! OH, GOD!
It sent thrills of pure sexual ecstasy bursting through her pussy and driving directly upward through her taut flat tummy into her quick-swelling nipples!
And Frank went wide-eyed as he watched those two little girlish buds bloom outward, puffing out the front of Julie's tight red shirt!
His cock rose hard and high!
Somehow, he had to get rid of Sam!
Julie was doing some pretty strange things up there, and Frank wanted to help her out. He had gotten some ideas from one of his father's magazines a few days ago, and he knew Julie was in love with him, and would let him do anything he wanted to with her, or to her!
Then, he remembered his original plan with the heavy cement blocks!
He motioned for Sam to help him, then went over and began pulling one of the huge blocks off the platform, dragging it toward the sawhorse and Julie.
"We'll need two more," he whispered to his sidekick. To hell with getting rid of Sam. Sam could help, and then he could back up any story that Frank might choose to tell afterwards!
Better keep him here, for self-protection. After all, he didn't have any idea of how the little girl would react to his nifty idea!
From her blindfolded perch atop the sawhorse, Julie heard only whispered conversation between the boys, and gagged as she was, she couldn't ask them what they were saying.
But she wasn't worried.
She had been tied up before. Her arms even felt comfortable when they were bound behind her back. She kind of liked it. Being tied up made her feel kind of secure, and anyway, she was always rescued… and almost always it was Frank who did the rescuing!
And right now, her only real concern was the incredible feeling between her widespread young thighs!
She moaned into her sock gag.
She felt the boys tying more twine around her bare ankles, pulling the rope tight around her tender flesh. Then there was more fumbling, more tying, but this time it was to something else, something down a bit lower than the little girl's bare feet. Julie figured they must be tying her physically to the base of the horse, but why that would be necessary, she didn't have the faintest idea.
But she heard Sam say clearly, "I don't get it, Frank."
"You will," Frank replied, his breath sounding a bit strained.
He stepped back away from his handiwork to admire it for a moment.
Julie sat on top of the horse, her long slender legs spread apart by the wooden sides and her feet bare. Around each ankle the boys had tied several windings of the tough scratchy twine, and to the other end of those lengths of twine they had tied a cement block.
But the cement blocks each rested precariously on top of a second block.
And if the boys should kick the bottom block out from under the top block, the top block would have absolutely nowhere to go but straight down to the ground!
And poor Julie would be split in half!