"Don't work her tonight. Let her rest up a day and then start in on her again." Mr. Baker's words still rang and echoed in her ears. Betsy sat slumped on a stool in the dressing room and shook her head as she remembered what she'd heard as she lay sprawled on the desk. "You know what I want, Newt. That little sugar cunt can be worth big dollars to us. I want her broken in and on the string by the end of the month!"
They talked about her as if they owned her. Betsy tried to be angry about that but she was too tired and beaten down to manage. "On the string," she wasn't certain what that meant but she was sure that it wouldn't be a good thing for her!
The pretty little girl looked around the empty dressing room. Kathy had already changed and left. Betsy frowned and felt a sick little tingle between her thighs when she thought about the redheaded usherette. Kathy hadn't said a word to her when they got back to the dressing room. She hadn't even looked at Betsy before she dressed and hurried out. As she slipped into her dress, the little girl found herself thinking about Kathy. And the more she thought the more confused and unsettled Betsy felt.
It's no secret, she takes those men back there for money, Betsy told herself. The little twelve-year-old knew that was wrong and that she should not like the older girl. But whenever she thought about Kathy, Betsy remembered how pretty and nice she looked with Mr. Simpson. How her firm young breasts jiggled and bounced when she knelt before him and let him put his big prick in her… her ass!!!
Suddenly Betsy realized that she was getting excited again. Images of Kathy were mingling with images of Grace Borden until she wasn't sure which was which! Did she want to do that with Kathy too? Betsy imagined slipping to her knees and kissing Kathy's red pubic curls, imagined worming her tongue into Kathy's cunny and tasting her love juice!
No! I have to stop thinking about things like that! I have to stop this. I don't care what I promised Mr. Baker, I have to get out of here! A sudden wave of panic swept over her and the little girl only paused long enough to sweep up her purse before she darted out of the dressing room and down the stairs of the deserted theater!!
When she burst out the back door of the Majestic, the brilliant sunlight blinded Betsy for a moment. The pretty girl stood in the alley and tried to shade her dazzled eyes with her hand. She was so preoccupied that she didn't see the big, balding man step out of a car where he'd been sitting and move up behind her!
There was no warning. Betsy felt a strong hand on her arm and before she could utter a sound at thick, emotional voice spoke in her ear!
"Shut up you little whore! Don't you make a sound or I'll break your arm!" He shook her and Betsy desperately nodded her head. She was too terrified to resist in any way.
"Get in the car," the man beside her ordered. When Betsy didn't move fast enough, he used his free hand to swat her hard across the bottom! The frightened little girl's fingers fumbled with the handle, but before he could spank her again she had it open and could scramble inside.
She was terrified. The trembling twelve-year-old didn't dare try to slip away when the big man shut her door and walked around to the driver's side to get in. All she could do was huddle helplessly on the seat and peek at the grim-faced man out of the corner of her eye.
The man was almost totally bald. Only a short cut fringe of stubble showed around the back of his head. His face was large and meaty, the nose and the lips thick and scary looking.
Her abductor didn't say a word as he started the car and pulled it out of the alley and into the afternoon traffic.
Betsy sat perfectly still, she wished that she could see someone she knew, but she wasn't sure what she could do if she did.
The big man didn't speak until they pulled out of the town and headed down a country road that led to the river. Then he turned his head and his dull gray eyes seemed to bore into her as he spoke.
"I saw you this morning… you may look like a pretty little girl but I know that you're a whore, just like that redhead!!"
Betsy didn't know how to react, she simply sat there and stared in amazement at the man.
"I was the one," the bald man said. When Betsy made no response he got angrier and reached out to slap at her bare knee. "I was the one behind you. I played with that tight little ass of yours when you sucked that kid off!!"
A wave of fear and horror washed over her and for a second Betsy considered jumping out of the moving car. But the man was one step ahead of her. He caught her by the wrist and roughly jerked her across the seat until she sat close to him.
Memories of those strange moments in the darkened theater haunted the frightened little girl. She remembered the shadow behind her and how good he'd made her feel. But in the theater was one thing. To be alone with him now was something else completely!
They were driving through the dark green of the trees by the river when the man pulled a hard left turn and pulled behind a large, leafy stand of trees. Looking around them, Betsy saw that there were no houses near and that anyone passing on the road wouldn't be able to see them and she became more frightened than ever!
"What do you… Why did you make me come out here?" The trembling little girl asked with a quaver in her voice. "I… I didn't do anything to you. Are you going to hurt me?"
The bald man made a growling sound in his throat, but he didn't look at her. He sat very still staring at his hands as they gripped his steering wheel. His silence frightened Betsy as much as his violent talk.
At last the man let go of the wheel and turned to her.
Betsy saw a wild, unreasoning light gleaming in the man's eyes.
"All my life! All my life, dirty, seducing little girls have been around me! I try not to see you, I try not to go to see those dirty movies, but I can't stop it!" The big man's lips moved again but no sound came out.
His eyes had dropped away from hers and Betsy was sure that she could feel them crawling over her exposed legs and the rest of her tender body.
"I wasn't trying to… I mean it was a mistake… I don't do things like that all the time. I was just…" There was no way for her to finish her sentence. Betsy couldn't think of the words to explain what he'd seen, much less the way that she'd reacted when he touched her in the dark like that. "What… what are you going to do to me?"
For the first time the man smiled and at the same time he reached out and put an arm around Betsy's shaking shoulders. "I should kill you," the man whispered in her ear. "But I won't! I'm weak and I want to… touch you and… do things."
His voice had softened and so had his expression and, for the first time since he'd grabbed her in the alley, Betsy began to relax and catch a hold of the fear that was raging and ringing inside of her.
"I… You didn't have to be so rough," the litlle girl whispered, doing her best to soothe the big man. "I might have… come with you if you'd asked me, nice." Betsy saw the doubt in the big man's eyes and she hurried on. "What's your name? I'd really like to know."
The hulking man smiled at her, then nodded his head as he patted her on the knee. "My name is Rufus, Rufus Bailey… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you but when I meet a pretty girl like you, one who… does things, I get all confused and…" He couldn't finish either, the big man shrugged helplessly and smiled at Betsy again.
The slim little girl returned the smile. She wasn't relaxed or calm yet but her panic had died and the wild, unreasoning fear that she'd experienced was fading rapidly. The pretty little girl boldly looked the big man up and down and what she saw was exciting, in a scary sort of way.
Rufus was big, but he wasn't fat. Each time that he moved, Betsy could see his large, bulky muscles move and flex under his thin shirt and wash softened jeans. He worked and, from the looks of his muscles and the deep tan that he wore, the little girl guessed that he worked outside.
She wasn't sure why she did it but there was something about the lost, confused way that Rufus talked that appealed to Betsy. Boldly she reached out and pressed her small hand against his bulging bicep.
"I know how you feel," the pretty little girl whispered. "Sometimes I get all confused about… things like that too." She hadn't meant to do it, but as she whispered to the big man Betsy's eyes had dropped from his face, to the fly of his jeans. When she saw his prick stir and jump under the near white denim, a lovely, hot tingling sensation flamed back to life between her slender thighs!
"I… wouldn't have hurt you…" Rufus Bailey mumbled. He had his large head down and Betsy couldn't see his face. But somehow the little girl knew instinctively that he would have if she'd fought him. "It's just that you're so… pretty and make me feel… nice!"
He was getting a hard-on.
Betsy stared in awed fascination as the outline of the bald man's huge cock rose under his jeans and strained at the soft fabric! The little girl suddenly felt calm and in control of herself. She gave the man a warm smile and inched a little closer to him.
"You… made me feel… nice during that movie. You made me… do it. Do you understand what I mean?" Rufus' head was still down, but the pleased smile on his thick lips was easy to see.
Betsy felt like giggling but she held it back. She didn't want Rufus to think that she was laughing at him.
"You said that you brought me out here to… do things. Do you still want to?" Betsy was shocked by her own boldness but the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
The big man lifted his head and stared at her. For a moment the pretty little girl saw the flames of anger and frustration in his dull eyes, but gradually the anger died and in its place she saw a shy, uncertain question. She wasn't so afraid now. Betsy playfully pressed her bare knee against his, "What were you going to do to me?"
Rufus Bailey was confused. But he still knew his mind. The big man grinned and pulled Betsy close with the arm that he'd already draped over her shoulders.
"I wanted to make you… make those sounds again," the big man admitted shyly. "It made me feel good when you came like that. It made me feel like I was doing the right things."
She liked the feel of the big man's hands on her shoulder. Using the feminine instincts that were born in her, she relaxed and let Rufus pull her close to him. The balding man's other hand hovered over Betsy's bare legs and the pretty little girl felt wild and careless when she caught it and boldly pressed it up under her short little skirt.
"You aren't supposed to scare girls," the slender child said in a low voice. "You're supposed to be nice to them and touch them in places that make them feel good."
The big man stared at Betsy in mute surprise.
His apparent helplessness made Betsy feel bolder and more sure of herself. "I might like you… if you were nice to me. I could like you a lot if you promised that you wouldn't hurt me or scare me."
Betsy could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. She stared at the big man apprehensively and waited to see what effect she was having on him.
"I… I never had a girl… I've hurt some little girls but I didn't want to do it," the big man mumbled. Rufus hid his head and refused to look at Betsy.
"I get confused. I hear people say that what I want to do is bad and wrong but… I like it! It makes me feel good but every time that I do things like this I start thinking that I'm bad and I… hurt someone!"
Betsy understood. He was voicing her own fears and confusion and she felt protective and loving toward him.
"I don't want to hurt anyone but when I think about how bad these things are and how people tell me that I shouldn't do them, I don't know what to do – and when I don't know what to do, I hit people!"
Rufus looked up, he smiled shyly at Betsy and when his strong arm pulled her closer she melted and allowed it. It thrilled the pretty little girl when she pressed her hand against his powerful chest so that she could pull her face back a few inches.
"Have you ever kissed someone? I mean kissed them nice, so that they would like it?"
Rufus seemed surprised for a moment then he slowly shook his head. He'd never considered trying that.
Betsy didn't wait. The pretty little girl gently leaned forward and pressed her lips against the big man's. For a moment Rufus began to tremble. But then he stopped. Instead of grabbing her, the big man gently returned her kiss.
It all felt natural and reasonable. As they kissed, Betsy felt that lovely warmth spring up between her slim thighs and when her hand dropped from his chest the warmth turned into a searing flame. It was so big! Betsy's tummy churned. She felt a warm trickle of love juice squirt out of her tight little love sheath when her fingers traced the length and width of Rufus' bloated hard-on.
"Ooooohhhh, that's good," the balding man groaned. His fingers slid under the open throat of Betsy's dress and gently pinched at the child's formative nipples. "It's kinda big. Does it… scare you?"
Betsy shivered and pressed closer to him. Her fingers dug into the soft material of his jeans and, after a moment's fumbling, she found the metal tab of his zipper.
"A lot of ladies get scared when they see my… thing," Rufus whispered. Betsy could hear the confusion and apprehension in the big man's voice. "I can't help it, that's the way that it grew."
She'd been warned. But when Betsy finally managed to drag his zipper all the way down and looked down into the big man's lap she thought that her heart had stopped!
"Oooooooooo, myyyyyy," the pretty little girl sighed as she stared at her captor's incredible erection. The awed little girl's eyes crept from the thick, white base of the man's cock up the gnarled, warty sides of the shaft to the bloated, purple-hued head. "Ohhhhhhh, Mr. Rufus, it's… big," Betsy gasped.
She was frightened. But this time her fright didn't paralyze her. Betsy's small hand shook as she reached out and curled her fingers around the thick shaft of the balding man's cock. The heat and the pulsation of his hot blood shook Betsy and the pretty twelve-year-old groaned softly as she began to tug and squeeze it.
"Ooooohhhhh, pretty little girl," the big man sighed as he pulled Betsy closer to him. "I… like it when you do that to me."
Betsy was trembling, her breath was coming harder and harder and she had to fight to fill her small lungs with air. Rufus' hand was high under her skirt and she felt no shame or hesitancy when she pushed forward and carelessly rammed her moist little love groove against his outstretched fingers.
"Ummmmm, Mr. Rufus, that's… agggghhh!!" It felt so nice! "Pull my panties off, I want to feel you touching me all over!"
The big man shuddered as if he'd been shocked. His strong fingers caught the leg band of her filmy panties and before the slim little girl could protest he jerked.
They both heard the rasp of ripping cloth and Betsy's slim little body jerked when she felt the cold afternoon air bathe her swollen cunt. Rufus pulled again and the waist band of her panties parted. The little girl groaned softly and lifted herself off the car seat long enough for the man to pull her tattered underwear away, then eagerly pressed her puffy vulva down against his fingers in a determined effort to drive one of them into her tingling, oozing little love sheath.
In just moments their combined excrement drove everything out their heads. Betsy squealed long enough to grab a blanket before he scooped her up and carried her away from the car.
There was a cool, shadowy nook among the trees beside the river and the big man chose that spot to spread his blanket. Betsy sighed and moaned happily when the balding man gently placed her on the blanket and hurriedly stripped away her loosened clothing. Betsy felt bold and shameless as she pressed a slim little finger between the parted lips of her pussy and teased the stiffening tip of her clitoris.
Rufus groaned and smiled broadly as he watched the lovely little girl masturbate for him. He watched the clear warm juiced dribble out of her pink and red vaginal opening and groaned as his huge rammer stiffened even more. The big man tore open the front of his pants and dropped them below his knees before he knelt beside Betsy. He wore no underwear and his throbbing hard-on snapped hard against his muscular belly while he reached high over his head and jerked free of his clinging t-shirt.
Betsy sighed and shivered as she stared at the man's big probe. The naked little girl's dark eyes fastened on the thick, flanged knob of Rufus' frightening dong.
The pretty little girl shivered. She pressed her naked thighs tight around her hand as she worked a finger in and out of her drooling slippery pussy. It was so big and so hard looking that the girl felt her tummy contract in anticipation. Betsy's eyes tore themselves away from the darkened glans and slid like flowing oil down over the hard, rounded curves of the shaft.
It's going in me, the quivering little girl whispered to herself. He's going to lay on top of me and shove that big thing inside of me and I'll be able to feel every hairy inch of that inside of my body!
The thought was too much! Betsy reached out and began to urgently jerk and tug at the groaning man's exposed cock. The naked child could feel each throbbing vein, the tips of her sensitive fingers worked downward over the warts and the swollen contours of Rufus' tremendous probe and the thought of actually taking it inside of her set off a small, rippling orgasm deep in her cunny. But Betsy wasn't finished. The naked little girl knew that all that the man would have to do was press the spade shaped head of his penis between the pouting lips of her hairless slit and her delicious excitement would begin again.
"Oooooohhhhh, please, Mr. Rufus," Betsy moaned as she tugged at the man's big rammer. "I need it, put it in me… Oooooooo. I need it!!"
He was naked, his clothing lay crumpled on the green grass beside the blanket.
Betsy moaned when Rufus moved in between her splayed legs. The big man's strong hands pried her thighs apart and pushed them back until they were almost touching the blanket under her shoulders. The naked child gasped and wiggled her trim little bottom when the head of the prick nuzzled deep into the open throat of her vagina. The slender child's muscles pulled taut. The tendons on the backs of her slim thighs tightened until they looked like straining hawsers as she fought to open herself and give the slick head of the invading pole as soft and welcoming entry.
"Ogggghhhh, Jesus!! Ohhhhh, little honey, you feel so tight and so hot," Rufus groaned happily as he carefully pressed his muscular body down on Betsy's. "Tell me what to do. I… don't want to hurt you, not you, sweet baby, not you!"
The slim little twelve-year-old sighed and elevated her arched pelvis as another incredibly thick inch of prick slid over the lubricated planes of her cunt and entered her and, as it advanced, it seemed to force the gusting moans and gasps of pleasure that squirted out of her.
"Unnnnggghhhh," the naked child moaned as her slim arms wrapped around Rufus' neck and hugged him close while the big man slowly forced the full length of his awful cock into her.
Betsy groaned. The little girl felt the rough hairs of the man's thighs scrape against her velvet smooth flesh and gasped when his muscular body pressed her down against the blanket, pinning her and trapping her against the earth by the river bank.
The naked little girl mumbled. The words were indistinct and slurred. She arched her slim body up from the wrinkled blanket and forced the stretched oval of her gorged cunt tight against the base of Rufus' throbbing cock. The big man snorted and thrust at Betsy, driving himself so deep inside of her that the little girl half expected to feel the greasy head of his big prick come popping out of her open, gasping mouth.
They rocked and shook against each other. Betsy's small fingers could trace the powerful muscles in the bald man's back as he worked and pressed his naked body against hers. Their legs locked and clung together. Betsy's small body contorted and shook as pile driving thrust after thrust filled her. Each time that the log like cock moved inside of her tight little love sheath the child would moan. She could feel its gnarled shaft scrubbing and pressing against her distended clitoris and it felt so good that she had to squeal and frantically work her naked, sweaty little body up to meet his as he hovered over her.
"Awwwwuuuggghhhh, it hurts," Betsy moaned softly as she worked her bubbling little pussy around and around the rigid staff of flesh that filled her to overflowing. "But it hurts sooooo nice. Do it harder, Mr. Rufus. Ooooohhh! All of it, put it all inside me like that!!"
The balding man groaned and then he began to shake. Betsy whimpered and slipped her slender thighs around his back and her pink heels banged hard against his muscular back. "Ooooggghhh, little honey… owwwggghh!"
The long, drawn-out groan of delight that rumbled out of Rufus shattered what little composure Betsy still had. She gasped and shuddered when the flexing, driving hose that filled her sent jet after gushing jet of lovely thick cum into her tight little love sleeve. The naked little girl sighed. She could feel Rufus' goo spurting out of her choked cunt and come raining down on the moving wiggling globes of her bottom.
"Oooooooh… I'm… aaaaiiiee!" Betsy clung to him, kissing his neck and nipping hard at his straining shoulder muscles while she hunched and squirmed her way through a lovely, soul-bending orgasm.
"You see," the pretty little brunette whispered happily as she bent over the man's wilting prick and gave it a long, lingering kiss. "You don't have to hurt anyone; you don't have to scare them, all you have to do is make them feel as good as you make me feel and everything will be nice."