"Five thousand dollars is what I will pay you. We all owe more to my friend in Brazil than I can tell you. I don't feel that a gift is out of order. This is a windfall, pure good fortune. Besides, you have told me over and over that the police have no chance to apprehend us." Raoul shed his suit coat and Sherry rushed to pick it up. The bright floodlight made every hair on her pussy stand wetly distinct from every other.
"Beside, Bill, I don't expect you to sell such a pretty child to someone you don't know. Oh, anything but that, eh?" Raoul stopped unbuttoning his shirt long enough to caress Peggy's nipples. He traced the fine contour of her high cheekbone with one well-manicured finger.
Peggy was glad her bladder was empty. She thought, I'd wet myself for sure if I had any in me. He's scary! He does dye his hair, though. He must be a lot older than he looks, and he looks like he's fifty. A heavy grey thatch sprang wirily when the man opened his shirt.
"Who-what are you going to do?" Peggy asked. Her lively brown eyes were perfectly round. Her thick lashes curled up past her eyebrows and her lips quivered.
"There's nothing to worry about, Margarethe," he said softly. "You are going to be very happy, and you are going to make a very nice gentleman enjoy his life once again." He looked as sadly as a basset hound into her eyes. A tiny smile played around the corners of his full lips and traveled up. "No one could harm a little dove with a broken wing."
Peggy shook like a leaf. I don't like that part about a broken wing. Any grownup who says it's not gonna hurt always lies. I wish I could believe him!
Raoul watched the trapped fluttering in Peggy's eyes. "Mr. Green, will you please do the honors? My fascination with maidenheads died many years ago."
"I-uh, I suppose." Bill paused. "I don't know about a public exhibition like this, though. It kind of take the starch out of me to have you all watching."
"The child will be watching in any case, no? Is it this crowd, or me?" Raoul asked softly. "I will have to watch in any event. I wish to know as much as possible about my gifts before I give them."
"Well, I can't promise anything," Bill said.
"That's no surprise," his lovely redheaded wife sneered. "I wouldn't mind showing off with this girl at all" Janet Green slunk over to the table and repeated, "Not at all." She bent to kiss Peggy's cheek. Her wide-set green eyes signaled passionate heat. The slightly slanted orbs glistened and her pupils dilated when she touched Peggy's face.
"No. Bill will have to deflower her. You must be convincing later tonight." Raoul touched Janet's wrist. The curvaooous woman stood back and let him 'undo the bonds. 'Would it help your performance to watch us, Janet?"
"If I don't think so, I'll leave," she replied.
Raoul detached the knee straps first, then loosed Peggy's wrists. Putting one strong arm under her shoulders, he helped her to sit up. "Don't worry, little one. You'll come to enjoy it all," he whispered.
"Could I have some water?" Peggy asked timidly. "I'm awful thristy."
"Sherry," Raoul said. His voice flicked as quickly as the buggy whip. The busty blonde scurried out of the room. She was back with a glass of water before Raoul had finished unbuckling the wide, soft leather cuffs on Peggy's ankles..
"Thank you," Peggy said. She drank the water slowly and looked around the room. Her muscles ached pleasantly. She still felt the luxurious looseness of cuntal satisfaction, despite the rapid turns of events. The little brunette still didn't know who the thick-set, commanding Raoul was or how he led the Green menage. She handed the tumbler back to Sherry and decided not to worry about it. "I'm kind of cold, Mr. Raoul. Could I have my clothes back?"
"The name is just 'Raoul'. Not Mister," he said. The basset-hound smile showed again. "I'm afraid you cannot have any clothing just now. You understand what Mr. Green is going to do?" She nodded. "He must have all the stimulation you can give him, so putting your clothes on is out of the question."
Peggy sat on the splintery table and rubbed her ankles. Her stomach sunk. I'm not going to get out of here. They really are going to keep me here all night. These people are going to make me into some kind of sex slave! Peggy's lower lip trembled and a tear welled in one eye.
"Can I turn on the heater for her?" Janet asked. Raoul nodded and. the red-haired woman spoke up again. "I've a discipline bra that might fit her." She looked at Peggy and licked her lips. "Would you like a brassiere, darling?"
The distraught little brunette nodded dumbly. "Please, anything!" She wrapped her thin arms around her torso, trying to hide her breasts. Peggy felt more naked and more vulnerable than she ever had in her young life.
Janet reappeared with a black garment that wiggled in her hand as if it were a living thing. Raoul looked at it and smiled, then nodded in response to Janet Green's silent question.
The round-assed Mrs. Green stepped behind Peggy and said, "Lift your arms, honey." Peggy unwrapped her slender limbs from her torso. The sudden shock of the rubber made her skin crawl. It was the gummy, stretchy latex that monster toys are molded from.
Janet deftly slipped the bra around Peggy. She put the girl's gooosebump-covered arms through the straps and set her pink-brown nipples through the holes in the cups. The back band stretched tight across Peggy's spine, and the velcro strips held it tight as a bandage.
The flat black triangles in front pressed her titties almost flat. Janet pulled the straps tighter and the little brunette's nipples sprang through the holes like two fat grapes. Just a little swelling bulged the sticky rubber cups. All the internal pressure of Peggy's titties forced her nipples to extend painfully far through the holes. She felt the blood pounding through the twin turgid masses.
Peggy felt nakeder with the bra on than she had without it. She looked straight ahead. Her eyes were downcast. Her shoulders hunched. Peggy's long, slender legs dangled lifelessly over the edge of the table. She ignored the slivers that prodded into the sensitive skin of her young buttocks.
"Are you ready to start, Mr. Green?" Raoul asked. Without waiting for a reply, he helped Peggy off the table and led her to a spot right in front of the floodlamps.
The heater warmed her shins. The photofloods heated Peggy's torso. Her tortured nipples felt like they were baking. She didn't have any will to resist when Raoul lifted her arms over her head. Even when Sherry helped him fasten the manacles, Peggy stood mute. The twelve-year-old girl had switched off her mind.
Bill Green dropped his pants. Only a pathetic little half-hard stem showed where the assreaming cock had been so proud. "Now what, Raoul?" he asked.
The swarthy foreigner, surprisingly hard muscles rippling in his chest and shoulders, looked at Bill. His expression said, "I should have hired a Billy goat. At least a goat is always ready to fuck." He turned back to his slender hostage, naked save for her rubber bra. "Would you turn around, please, Margarethe?"
Peggy tiptoed around. The handcuffs held her arms stretched over her head. She could not sink down far enough to rest on her heels. Every muscle and tendon in her olive-skinned body was sharply defined. The flowing brown hair continued her vertical line. Peggy looked like a Dali oil, strained to a thread for art's sake.
"Isn't she beautiful, Bill? She is completely defenseless. She is completely ours." Raoul picked up the buggy whip. He traced the fine line of Peggy's arched ribs with the end. Five feet of limber, silk-wrapped spring steel terminated in a whisker of lash less than two feet long.
It was the tool of the animal tamer, and bare-chested Raoul stalked around his prey. His feline movements surprised the watching trio. He popped the thin lash once in the air, and Peggy cringed. She tried to pull away from him, but her tiptoe effort only set her chain to twisting in the floodlit arena.
Raoul flicked the lash again, scoring an exquisitely painful touch on Peggy's breast. The tight-stretched rubber seemed to amplify the noise and. the pain. The little brunette's inhalation turned to a sharp sob. She cut off the noise, biting her lip.