Peggy was too worn out to be frightened when Bill opened the sail bag. Her legs were inert as two bags full of dead mice when he untied her ankles. Bill started to wipe the piss off of her with a sweat-spotted shirt from the bag, but after two quick dabs at the naked cunt, he stopped. "Maybe Raoul will like you better this way," he muttered.
The peculiar fittings of the room didn't register on Peggy's fatigued brain at first. Two black-light tubes cast a purple glow against tinfoil-covered walls. An umbrella stand full of different sized sticks and switches stood next to a rough, splintery table. A large, straight-backed chair with straps and buckles dangling from it dominated the center of the room. Handcuffs hung down from huge black-iron hooks in the ceiling and along the walls. An ancient electric heater and photographer's flood lamps had captured a long-handled buggy whip in the tangled coils of their cords.
Bill led Peggy to the table. He untied the cords on her wrists and pulled her maroon sweatshirt off over her head. Peggy felt the table move as she sat. She realized that it had wheels.
Bill pushed the naked young girl down on her back. Her arms and legs molded like clay in his grip as he shackled her limbs to the table.
At least the wood isn't cold. I don't mind the splinters that much. I hope they feed me soon, Peggy thought. Each idea had to struggle slowly up from a numb bog, deep in her mind.
The shackles kept her legs apart. The piss dried slowly in Peggy's cunny, making goose bumps crawl along her soft skin. She was already accustomed to the stinging in her rectum. Her arms were at her sides. Peggy could have raised her head if she'd wanted to watch Bill, but she didn't care to use any effort at all.
This place must be pretty old. They don't use carved doors like that any more. And they don't have molding up on the ceiling. Why did they line the walls? That reflection hurts my eyes.
I like hardwood floors. I don't care if they squeak I sure would like some water. Peggy lay limp, letting her mind wander. The rope that held her gag chafed her lips. The wad of cloth tasted worse and worse, but it had dried enough that she could breathe through her mouth again.
Peggy fell into a trance. Her eyes half -closed and her breathing slowed. No sounds registered, though the trio in the other room spoke in low voices.
After a long wait, Sherry walked into the silver-lined room. Her long, ash-blonde hair trailed over her shoulders and onto the tips of her breasts. She wore only a corset. The stiff black garment was inky in the purple light and the busty blonde's teeth glowed greenish.
Sherry's huge titties were pressed upward from beneath. Her nipples showed in the cutouts at the front. The abbreviated girdle ended in a flare of spiky-looking lace above her loins. She walked to the table where Peggy lay.
"Raoul will be here soon. You want to look good for him, don't you." It wasn't a question. The tone snapped the gauzy strands of Peggy's trance.
"The first thing is to get rid of that gag. If you make one sound before I say you can, I will kill you. Painfully." Sherry's blue eyes shot icy sparks right into Peggy's soul. The twelve-year-old trembled.
Peggy raised her head to follow the meaty rolling of Sherry's buttocks. The tall, cruel blonde opened the foil-wrapped closet door. She pulled out a wide leather band that glinted in the light.
Sherry brought the device closer. The long strap had a loop on each end and was studded with metal buttons like a dog collar. She tightened one loop around each of Peggy's knees, then passed the strap under the table and jerked it tight. Peggy's thighs spread wide. The tendons pointing to her crotch stood up like ropes under her skin. The tension was hard enough to spread the hairless lips of the little brunette's cunny.
Peggy bit her lip. Her eyes rolled with terror. She wanted to scream, but Sherry's threat had taken her voice away. A final golden drop of urine leaked from her pussy as the slender young captive's sphincters lost control.
"I like virgins. Pussy is so much cleaner before a man shoves his cock into it. You really look tasty, Peggy." Sherry leaned over the wooden table and stroked the slight swellings of Peggy's tit. "Your nipples are very nice. I'll bet nobody ever kissed them right."
The tall blonde bent and licked around the milk-chocolate nubbin in the center of Peggy's left breast. "Men don't know how sensitive our titties are. All they want is the nipple." Sherry moved to the head of the table. Her massive, conical jugs spilled out of the corset top. The delicately scented warmth billowed over Peggy's nose and eyes. Sherry's long, red-painted fingernails traced the base of each tender, childish mound. She washed the mildewed stink of the sail bag off of Peggy's bosom with the flat of her tongue.
"Yes, you may kiss mine," Sherry murmured. Her creamy-skinned tits rolled and slithered over Peggy's face. The trussed-up young girl, turned her head and licked timidly at the side of one heavy breast.
Peggy's breast-tips grew. The blunt points stood up from her firm boobs like rosettes on a devil's-food cake. She_ lapped gently from the outside of each corona to the base of the tiny spire, then slowly up the side. The long, fine strands of the older woman's hair tickled along Peggy's ribs.
One elegant fingernail trailed softly around the nipple Sherry wasn't kissing. The aureole set up mazes of stiff wrinkles around the miniscule tower.
Peggy's fears dissolved slowly, like honey stirred into hot tea. The warmth of lewd arousal unfolded inside her. Peggy thought of a flower opening at daybreak as her clitoris gained more and more pearly stiffness.
The little brunette raised her head an inch, burrowing into the warm pillows of Sherry's titties. The voluptuous blonde lowered her torso onto Peggy's face. She tongued one of the little girl's nipples gently, then pulled at it with her soft, full red lips.
Peggy extended her tongue and licked at the deep valley of Sherry's cleavage. It was as if Peggy were moving underwater. She felt weightless, and every movement the two women shared was slow and luxurious. Peggy ignored her bonds. She wanted to be fully exposed to Sherry's lips and tongue. Her skin crept, waiting for the touch of those razor-sharp fingernails.
Peggy's pussy dampened. Sweet, musky juices flowed from deep in her vagina. A deliciously feminine scent, not a Perfume, flowed from Sherry's breasts. The soft eroticism of the blonde's aroma made Peggy drunk.
Soft red lips covered half of Peggy's breast. The thought of the blonde's vivid lipstick outlining her stiff brown nipples made Peggy's cunny tingle. Sherry's caresses made the umber tip stand harder than it had ever done.
Sherry crawled up on the table. Her wide, creamy ass stuck up in the air. Peggy watched her tight-corseted waist move down. The ivory skin where Sherry's hips flared suggestively blazed in the purple dimness.
Peggy's nostrils flared as she gazed on the rich pinkness of Sherry's labia. The wet crease was slightly open, and the dampness shined through the darker blonde of her fine pubic floss.
Peggy recognized the Sherry-scent. The same overtones of aroma filled the valley between the blonde's breasts, but here in her crotch, the bouquet was richer. She breathed it deep and ran her eyes over the older woman's loins.
Sherry started kissing at the base of Peggy's belly. She half-shut her heavy-lashed eyes and made love to Peggy's olive skin. Sherry kissed or tongue-touched all around the center of the girl's femaleness.
The cords stood on each of Peggy's wide-flung thighs. Sherry kissed.the line of the tendon and the little hammock it formed. After cherishing every inch of Peggy's tender thighs with her red lips, the voluptuous blonde licked all the same delightful territory.
Sherry drew her head back. She leaned on her elbows. Her pussy was within inches of Peggy's face. The blonde languidly traced Peggy's outer labial folds with a fingernail.
Even in the purple light, Sherry could watch the exposed edges of Peggy's cunt turn redder. She watched clinically, as cold as a glacier. Her own blonde nest moistened. Sherry scratched a little harder. The ruptured membrane of Peggy's cherry winked open and closed again.