John Fine - Sexy little sister

Certain that her companion was capable of ruthlessness and murder. Suzie knew exactly where she stood. Her only hope now was to play along and wait till help arrived, if it arrived. Somehow she gathered courage to face what was within the old mansion.

Inside the gaily lit front room the people were obviously not photo technicians. Six women and five men dressed in deep red robes, their fronts generally open to expose the nakedness of their bodies. Suzie said nothing as she took in their surroundings.

In the middle of the room was a long, low mahogany table, stained with blood, as were the guests robes. It was obviously an altar and the people there were the butchers. There was no question who the victim would be. Suzie shuddered as she wondered what Sally Donalds and the other girls had thought when they first entered these strange surroundings. And how long it had taken them to realize they'd never leave here alive. The fourteen-year-old choked back a sob for her dead playmate-the not too bright little virgin, Sally.

The twelve malicious men and women that surrounded her gazed on her sadistically. "Wait just a moment," Nate commanded and disappeared briefly into another room. When he returned he, too, wore a red robe open at the front. Suzie could not suppress a gasp when she spied his cock completely lax, with no sign of erection, it was well over a foot long. Grotesquely it dangled almost to his knees.

"One thing about it, you bastard," the teenager whispered hoarsely, "you're hung."

"Don't talk like that," spoke up a gray haired, fatherly looking man. "Young girls shouldn't use such language." Quickly he stepped forward and slapped her sharply on the face.

Suzie stepped back, startled. But she showed no other emotion. Grimly she waited, knowing she'd suffer a lot more than a slap before she got out of this.

"We've got a real brave girl with us this time," spoke up one of the women. "The others were all in tears by now."

"Real brave, real pretty and real smart," responded Nate, eyeing her coolly. "But she should be brave, she's the Sheriff's daughter."

Suzie stared at him in surprise. "How did you know?" she gasped.

"Any man who lives around this part of the country very long and has an eye to young girls as I do knows the two Smith girls. Your sister's too grown up and well developed for our tastes, but with your beautiful small bottom and still underdeveloped breasts you meet our specifications perfectly. And the reputation is that you're still a virgin."

At this the small girl raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. Her best course would be to keep silent except when told to speak.

"Put this on," commanded a man beside her, offering her a pure white, terrycloth robe. It was brand new. Suzie figured they probably bought them by the dozen so each victim could have one free from blood stains. She took it mechanically and headed for the room where the abductor had changed.

"No, strip in front of us, Suzie," said Nate, "we like to watch."

Obediently the girl stopped and laid the robe over a chair.

She pulled her sweater up over her head. She had worn no under clothes and her small but perfectly young breasts jiggled into view. To hushed comments of praise and admiration she unbuttoned her tight old blue jeans and slid them down her long slender legs. She wondered momentarily whether she'd ever be able to put the worn pants on again.

As Suzie was stripping naked in front of the greedy eyes of her abductors, Sheriffs cars were already screaming full siren from every part of Normasburg County. All had a single destination: Cross Corners. Liddy had finally called in Big Daddy.

An Big Daddy himself was speeding at a reckless pace from the capitol. His own siren howled piteously as he streaked to join Liddy. In his eyes were tears of anger, passion and fear. As a trained policeman he knew instinctively that a thorough search would take days, and then it would be too lath for his young, virgin daughters.

At least, he comforted himself, they had enough sense to see that Joey was well taken care of Miss Kuim-excellent choice. No sex crazy young girl.

Back at the old mansion the fatherly looking man was exploring Suzie's quim. "Damn," he grunted loudly, "she's not virgin."

"You're kidding," said Nate Tower flatly, stepping up to take a look. "You're right and more than once. This furrow's been plowed many times." There was a general murmur of disappointment and anger from the twelve kidnappers. "And at your age, Suzie," Nate continued moralistically, "you should be ashamed."

"And with your reputation, too," added a slender blonde in her thirties, whom the young victim recognized earlier as a librarian at the Normasburg City Public School System.

Suzie sat without comment on the corner of the altar, her legs spread well apart so that they could examine her pussy with ease. When their anger at her early promiscuity had settled, all the men and woman alike came forward to feel and explore her genitals and breasts. She shuddered involuntarily as uncaring fingers shoved into her cunt and asshole, pulled at her breasts and pinched her nipples.

But surprisingly, the fourteen-year-old felt no embarrassment or even anger. She kept cool. The only thought in her mind was survival. Ironically, if these people had asked her to do these things freely, she would have agreed eagerly. She had dreamed of an orgy for years, even before she lost her virginity. She would have loved it, and there would be no need for murder. When the guests had finished, Nate helped her off the altar and guided her to a huge chair. It was like a throne, resting on a raised platform at one end of the huge room. Yet it wasn't comfortable, made of hard flat boards without any sort of padding. Her hands and feet were shackled to it so that she could not move. A woman approached her and spread Suzie's virginal robe fully open, exposing all of her body but her shoulders and arms.

"Don't be afraid Suzie," said Nate, "tonight you're our Queen. You symbolize the eternal rebirth and variety of sexuality for us. We don't hurt you tonight, Suzie. In fact, you'll receive the very best of whatever we have to offer." The well hung stud sat down quietly before her. "I imagine you'd like to know what's going on, wouldn't you Suzie?"

Shackled to her chair, the young girl nodded her mute affirmation. At least she'd like to know why, if she had to die. Easily the handsome young man launched into his explanation.

"Each of us here has a particular sexual variation or deviation. John here," he pointed to the fatherly looking man who had slapped her face and been so disappointed at her loss of virginity, "John likes to fuck extra young girls. Even mere children if he can get them. Especially he wants virgins, and that's why we're so disappointed in you Suzie."

"At least I had a tight one last time," commented John gruffly. Suzie winced, realizing he referred to her friend, Sally Donalds.

"Then we have a male and a female homosexual, a hermaphrodite, another who loves to bind and fetter female victims, one who likes to be beaten, a girl that has a fetish for breasts, one who likes to fuck and watch others fuck animals, another who likes to whip and torture women. And myself," he paused a moment, "I like women to admire and suffer from my beautiful pendulum." Tenderly and lovingly he lifted the gigantic dong that hung soft between his legs.

"Limp like this it measures twelve inches, and when it's hard-a full eighteen." He smiled proudly down at his enormous tool. "It's the largest penis I've ever heard of Suzie, a real mutation. And you'll feel every single inch of it Suzie-every inch." His eyes took on a malicious twinkle. Suzie swallowed hard, realizing that in other circumstances she would love to try it.

"And of course there's Otto here who is a cannibal." He paused a moment to let this sink in. Otto stood up an abnormally fat man in his late twenties, with a jolly and amiable face.