"I've always thought that little children should not snoop. Do you agree?" Bill asked musingly. "It doesn't matter if you do or not. You're in deep shit, Peggy Gibson, and you walked right into it. We don't have any reason to hurt you. In two days, Janet and Sherry and I will be well out of reach, though, so we don't have any reason to treat you nicely."
Peggy shivered and closed her eyes. Bill undid his belt and she heard the heavy crumpling sound of his jeans hitting the floor. "Look at me, little girl. How old are you? Ten? Twelve?" Peggy nodded convulsively.
"When my sister Sherry was twelve, she knew what this cock felt like. She knew what every cock in town felt like. Are you a virgin, Peggy?" She nodded again, more vigorously.
"Really?" Peggy opened her eyes. She nodded again, pleading with the big brown saucers of her eyes. "Too bad. That means I'm gonna have to save your cunt for my wife and my sister." Bill reached down and unzipped Peggy's tight cutoffs. He raised his eyebrow, when he saw that the pretty brunette wore no panties.
"Well, well. A horny little virgin," he said, clicking his tongue. "And such a pretty little snatch you have, Peggy. You do look tasty-just what the girls ordered." Bill grabbed Peggy's shoulders and rolled her over roughly. He yanked her shorts down to her knees.
"Good ass, for a kid. Getting real juicy and rideable. And that's what I'm gonna do, Peggy."
The canvas stunk under her. Peggy breathed in the mildewed stench of ill-kept sails. She didn't know if it was the reek or Bill's manner that nauseated her. The girl's stomach hurt. Her shins scraped on the coaming of the forepeak hatch.
Bill pulled his jersey off over his head. He tossed the garment over his shoulder. Peggy's pale ass gleamed in the afternoon dimness. Bill pulled a thick coil of hemp rope from the clutter. He put his hand on Peggy's snatch and lifted her, jamming the rope under her naked belly.
The rough fibers scratched her, hurting almost as much as the undignified handling. Peggy was about to cry. The callused hand on her pussy made her feel violated, filthy with a stain that was not her fault.
Bill worked his fingers on her hairless mound. Peggy's holes were both presented to him, defenseless. With her hands bound in front of her and her ass elevated by the rough hawser, there was nothing the pretty child could do.
Bill pressed his face to her asscleft. His long tongue cleaned the puckered ring of her rectum, then plunged inside.
Peggy gasped in spite of herself. Through she was revolted by his sweaty smell and the vile, filthy surroundings, the sensation sent a thrill up her spine.
Bill grinned when he felt the quick twitch of Peggy's rosebud. He knew that enough asssucking would get the coldest of his victims horny for his cock, and this one was going to get more than enough.
Bill's fingers pawed rudely at the tight skinned bubbles of Peggy's buttocks. His tongue ran up and down the smooth, slightly sweaty valley between her cheeks. Bill spread the dual globes with his thumbs and held the little brunette captive with his fingers splayed over her hipbones. He lifted her ass with his strong hands and pressed the pink ring with his lips and tongue.
Peggy was horrified and disgusted when Bill started tonguing her asshole. A thick lump of loathing rose in her throat, but soon the helplessness of her position began to work a change on her feelings. She started to unwind. Her rectum puckered less tightly. Relieving herself of responsibility, Peggy justified her captive, displayed position.
It's not my fault-I only dressed like this so he would ask me onto his boat. Besides, I'm only here because I wanted to help Daddy and Mom. How was I supposed to know that Bill and that icky Sherry would find me here? Now I'm tied up, and I can't do a thing about it-I can't even keep him from licking me back THERE!
Peggy turned her head. She rested on her chin, looking at the inside of the bow. The slender young girl settled herself to endure the degrading actions Bill wreaked on her bottom.
Peggy tried to make herself a little more comfortable. The harsh fibers of the thick rope scratched her belly and the soft skin of her cuntal mound. She moved her abdomen from side to side, and her ass poked further into the air. Peggy heaved a big sigh. Her sphincter relaxed under the constant probing of Bill's tongue. With an effort of will, Peggy detached her mind from the intimate caresses Bill lavished on her asscheeks.
Bill felt the loosening in Peggy's muscles. He flicked his tongue rapidly on the opening rosebud of Peggy's pink asshole. The new, relaxed presentation of her fuck zones meant that the girl had given up. She would no longer resist his tongue.
Bill Green took his mouth off of Peggy's firm buttocks and smiled. He milked his dick briefly. The little girl looked sexy, with her bound ankles, bent over the canvas sail bags. The wide stretched cleavage of her ass pointed out the tight crinkled muscle of her rectum and continued in a straight line through the little hillock of her labia. Her knees were spread a little for balance, and the tight cuntal crevice disappeared under Peggy's rope-scratched belly.
The brawny man bent down again. He sucked heartily at the child's asshole, stimulating the sensitive ring with circling licks. Bill kept squeezing his cock with one hand, wanting all the stiff power he could muster.
Peggy felt a strange sensation. The pink softness of her rectum was responding to Bill's tongue. Her anal crevice was coming to life, acting without her consent. The brunette was surprised, but she started to enjoy the feeling.
Until then, Peggy had only acknowledged her anal sphincter as a waste disposer, the final link in her guts. The only pleasure that had come to her from the little muscle had been relief. The slow loosing without internal pressure was novel, and the sensation almost made her forget that she was bound and gagged.
Bill inserted the tip of his tongue. The soft, hot meat of Peggy's colon was smooth. Past the muscular trap of her sphincter, the flesh was stretchier than her pussy-channel.
The meaty wedge of Bill's tongue pressed slowly further in Peggy, resigned to his indignities, pushed the puckered ring open further. The tip of Bill's tongue curved, exploring the yielding sides of Peggy's back alley. He turned his head from one side to the other, and Peggy gasped.
Bill's pointed tongue was oval, much fatter and stronger over its width than through its height. When his head rolled around behind Peggy, the spit-slimed muscles reamed her asshole. The new nerves flashed sensations to Peggy's brain. She forced her asshole back onto his tongue as hard as a trussed-up hostage could.
Bill slobbered on the slender girl's backside. He wanted her ass to be good and juicy for the next step. She was already fluttering her asshole around his tongue. Peggy had surrendered to the novel pleasures of asssucking. The tart, slightly acrid taste inside her rectum meant that Peggy's asshole had begun to secrete the mysterious lubrication that would help his thick cock during the painful entry.
Bill stood and brushed the grit from his kneecaps. He prick curved upward like a samurai's sword, at the ready. He ducked his curly-haired head to clear the top rim of the hatch. Peggy was beginning to tense up again, he noticed.
Peggy grunted into her gag when Bill's finger slid into her spit-greased rosebud. She hadn't known what the chunky man was going to do to her, and the waiting after he rimmed her had allowed her to worry again.
"There you go, chicky," Bill said. His teeth gleamed in a savage grin. "That's not so bad, is it? I think you're beginning to dig it, Peggy." His finger searched further up the clammy tightness of Peggy's anal chute. He probed gently, and the twelve-year-old relaxed. "You see, honey? Nothing at all to worry about."
Peggy closed her eyes. She had already memorized the planks of the hull and the exact angle of the bow. It was as if Bill was fingering someone else. Peggy was removed from all that, even when his other fingers forked around her, labia.