Bill's prick was planted deep, taking pistonlike half-inch strokes. Each time his meat bucked with the awesome power of his cum, Bill's spine cracked with a lightning bolt of ecstasy.
Even when Peggy's tender asshole had sucked his balls dry, the girl's wringing anal clasp pulled another shock of feeling from Bill's prick. The twelve-year-old's passion raped Bill's turgid meat until he fell heavily on her bent back.
Peggy kept going off, not even caring that Bill's stubby fingers had quit kneading at her cuntal zone. Her asshole fluttered uncontrollably, never slowing. The raw, mind-blanking power of her orgasm raged full strength for long minutes before slowly tapering off squeezing less tightly, racking them both less and less. After seeming hours of convulsive passion, Peggy's feelings faded. She fell asleep on the moldering canvas before Bill pulled out.
CHAPTER NINE
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.