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.
CHAPTER TWO
A beam of sunlight slanted through the thick grove of trees and shone on Dawn's bound young body like a spotlight. It was hot, even at this time of the late afternoon, and the heat combined with the tension and strain of her uncomfortable bondage to make her sweat like a little pig. The waist of her skirt was soaked. Her bare chest and tits glistened with a fine sheen of warm sweat.
But for Dawn the trickling rivers of sweat and the pain of her tight bondage didn't exist, only the sound of her own wildly hammering heart, and the grotesque breathing close to her ear.
She was terrified.
She jumped when something touched her bare shoulder again. Something warm and wet and rough.
Dawn jerked her head around and bumped her cheek against the snout of a big old billygoat!
She cried out, but instantly gave a loud sigh of relief and sank back weakly against the trunk of the tree.
Thank God. It was only a goat.
The rough tongue lapped at her sweaty shoulder and armpit. It felt funny, but it didn't hurt. It just tickled. Must be after the salt, Dawn told herself, shuddering all over with tremendous relief.
She could have kissed the goat. He had scared off that damned little boy just in time. The big animal slopped its thick tongue against the sensitive flesh at the base of the girl's slender throat, sending another hard shiver through her whole body. Dawn twisted her head and tried to push the animal's snout away from her neck.
The goat seemed easy enough to get along with. He pulled his head away, looked around at the pleasant trees and bushes for a few moments. But then he stepped casually over Dawn's outstretched legs, dipped his head down, and began lapping his wide wet tongue against the upper slopes of Dawn's bare young tits.
Startled by the roughness of the goat's tongue, Dawn tried to shove herself backward away from him. But it was useless. She was tied in place. All she could do was cringe there, her chin driven into the base of her throat as she watched in wide-eyed wonder while the billygoat nuzzled her tits and nipples, sucking and slurping and slobbering heavily all over the beautiful mounds.
Dawn was shocked at the pleasure that the animal's licking tongue sent flowing into her tits. The rough stroking of her hardened nipple buds brought both pain and pleasure, but the combination felt wonderful, and made her tummy tense with a new kind of lust. The sensations grew within her, filling her body with strange new feelings with each new stroke of the goat's quick tongue. It tickled, it hurt, it warmed, it rasped. And Dawn felt herself blossoming outward, as though she was taking in air and not letting it out, expanding, like a balloon, filling her tits and making them larger and larger, thrusting the huge firm mounds of her tits upward and outward for the animal to lick.
God, it felt good.
The goat was content to stand there between Dawn's spread thighs and lap her tit-flesh, slurping up the salty moisture that covered the smooth sleek globes. He had no idea that he was causing such powerful and wonderful new emotions within the child, that he was torturing her stiffened little nipples with rough pleasure. As far as the goat was concerned, Dawn's stone-hard nipples were nothing more than bumps on yet another strangely-shaped saltlick.
Surprised at herself, Dawn quickly got used to the goat's presence. It wasn't so bad. In fact, it was getting to be quite nice. Certainly, it was a hell of a lot better than what that little boy had had in mind for her. But she had nearly forgotten the kid. She gulped and panted through her nose, feeling her own warm saliva sliding in long strings from her mouth and wetting her tits. She worked her jaws to ease the strain of holding her mouth so wide open around the stone gag. But she was concentrating as much as she could on the sensations in her nipples. Her nips had never been harder. They seemed about to explode, they were so distended. How they ached. But the ache was wonderful, and every time the goat stroked that huge wet tongue of his across the sensitive taut skin of her pulsing nipples, Dawn thought she was going to burst with pleasure.
Something suddenly nudged her other shoulder. She cried out around the stone in her mouth, spitting saliva into the cloud of blonde hair that covered her face. She jerked her head to see what it was this time, and found herself staring right up the nose of another big goat.
The second animal nipped casually at Dawn's bare shoulder, testing the tenderness of her flesh with its teeth. Dawn twisted her shoulder away from his mouth. The goat didn't care. He slopped his long tongue into her armpit, thrusting it down into the warm salty nest between her arm and her side. But this goat liked to use his teeth. He nipped as he nuzzled his snout deeper under her arm, forcing it away from her side. His sharp teeth hurt, and left marks on the girl's skin. Dawn pushed at the animal's face with her shoulder, trying to make him go away. But he started licking her face.
Dawn pulled her head back. The big beast started nipping at the side of her throat. This frightened her. If he really took a good bite out of her neck, she might start bleeding to death before anybody found her, before anybody even started looking for her.
She bumped the side of her head against the goat's nose, grunting and jerking her slim shoulder into his chin. Her hair flew against his mouth, and the goat slurped it up. He began nibbling on the long blonde strands. He swiped his tongue over Dawn's head, sucking up a mouthful of her beautiful hair. Contentedly, he started chewing on it.
Dawn panicked. She winced as she felt her hair being tugged hard. It really hurt, made her eyes water. She thought the goat was going to pull her hair right out of her head by the roots. She pulled her head back away from his mouth, but very slowly and firmly, with a steady pressure, easing her hair from the goat's drooling mouth. It came out in a soggy mess, and slapped against her tits, a thick wet mess of hair curling down over her tingling nipple.