John Fine - Sexy little sister

The search parties were out and doing their job effectively. But there was lots of ground to cover and very little time. Big Daddy was staring glumly at a map. His patrol cars had covered the roads in the vicinity, but found no leads.

Early, one had gotten to the abandoned bridge, but the clues of Cindy's wreck had been well covered. From the road they could not see the large house that held the two girls. Pressed for time, they had returned to the main body of the search.

Liddy poured herself a cup of bitter black coffee. Unobtrusively she sat by the window and gazed blankly out into a beautiful clear warm day. "Lovely day for a picnic," she mused irreverently, escaping for a moment the feelings of fear and guilt that taxed her mind,

Restless she stepped out into the warm sunshine. In spite of a chill wind she felt comfortable. She breathed fresh air deeply. Unable to face the horror that surrounded her she absentmindedly began to daydream. She dreamed of just such a lovely day years before when she had gone on a picnic with a very special guy. It had been a very special day too, for near an old deserted farmhouse she had given him her virginity and experienced for the first time the joys of her sex.

But suddenly something began to tug at the young blonde's thoughts and bring her out of her revelry. It had not been just a farmhouse, but a large deserted mansion. And it had been so very isolated that even as bashful as she had felt at that early age she had not hesitated to romp naked with her boy friend in the deserted field. And it had been somewhere near here. It would be a perfect place for a group of perverts to hide her friends.

Liddy felt exhilarated for a moment, but quickly again fell into a depression. There were undoubtedly many places just as good in the area and Big Daddy's men were doing a systematic job of finding and investigating them. Eventually they'd find the same old house if it still stood. But eventually of course might be too late.

The teenager felt in her jacket pocket for her car keys. It was a ridiculously small chance that her friends had been taken to just that same place. And she was not in the least certain she could find it again. But she could do nothing here but get in the way and she would have felt guilty if she did not at least try.

Inside the building the Sheriff heard the car start and saw Liddy wheel it about and head back toward Hazelville. His first impulse was to go after her and bring her back to safety. But he hesitated. He sensed how badly the girl felt and realized her need to try to help-no matter how futile. And there were plenty of patrols out that she could reach in case of trouble. She had already proven once she knew how to use the police radio the two sisters had mounted in her car. Dismissing her from his mind, Big Daddy again turned his attention dutifully to the map in front of him.

About noon two of the men fetched Cindy from her room and brought her to the main hall. She gasped when she saw her sister. Some depraved expert in bondage had made a centerpiece of the fourteen-year-old. The captors sat at a large table with Suzie in the center, enjoying a heavy lunch.

The child stood precariously in a crouched position. She had been bound severely so that she could not move and additional lengths of rough rope had been stretched tightly across her breasts and tender cunt, cutting deeply into her flesh. And to both breasts and her pussy had been attacked lit candles. Molten wax now covered her burning genitals.

The fourteen-year-old was obviously in great discomfort but she made no effort to move. Alt of her energies were exerted in just keeping her precarious balance.

Cindy reacted automatically. With surprising speed she turned and kicked one of her captors firmly in the balls. As he doubled over in pain she eluded the grasp of her other escort and ran quickly to the table. But her efforts were futile. Two others grabbed her white another quickly joined them and helped wrestle her to a chair at the edge of the room. Roughly they stripped off her clothes and in a matter of moments her hands and feet were securely bound so that she too could not move.

In desperation she sobbed and begged them to have pity for her sister. But it did not take long for her to realize that this only increased their sadistic pleasure. Finally she fell silent. As her sister had done earlier, Cindy realized their only hope was to try and endure until Big Daddy would find them.

When their noon meal was finished Suzie was finally released. Two of the women helped her walk around the room until some of the numbness left her limbs. Then, once again revived, the orgy continued.

Suzie was led to where Cindy was bound and allowed to sit in her lap. At the insistence of her captors she related her story of pain and degradation to the older girl. "And they made me come, Cindy," she concluded in tears of disgrace, "I had an orgasm with every damned one of them. I couldn't keep from it no matter how bard I tried." Her sobs continued to break the stillness of the room.

"I'm sorry, sis," said Cindy sympathetically, turning to kiss her wet cheek, "it's all right. Just hold on. It won't last forever."

"It'll last until you come at least once more with Bruno," broke in the pale blonde librarian, leading in a huge mixed breed dog. Suzie broke into louder tears as she looked at the huge animal in front of her. "Ever fucked a dog before, Suzie?" asked the librarian solicitously.

"No and I won't," replied the shaking teenager angrily. She was disgusted at the thought of copulating with the animal in front of them and afraid if she did she'd once more climax in spite of herself.

"Yes you will and you'll come too," promised the librarian simply. "But first I'll show you how." With that she crouched beside the dog and gave him a firm hug. Bruno responded with a warm lap on her face. They had obviously been together often. The two sisters watched with revulsion as the blonde put her mouth to the dog's, washing her tongue slowly between his jaws, licking his teeth and tongue affectionately. For several minutes, they French kissed and it was obvious the hound was well trained in his role. The blonde left off her kiss at last and looked up at the two girls, a broad smile on her face.

"Then, Suzie, when you've French-kissed Bruno you reach over and suck his dick. Watch me." Expertly she felt back and found his cock, stroking it gently until its pink tip emerged from its sheath. In a moment her lips covered it, her tongue slowly working the rough hard flesh.

"And finally," she smiled again, "you do this. Quietly she lay back on the floor and spread her thighs. Instantly Bruno straddled her, his paws on her breasts. The dog worked his rear down, hind legs moving nervously, trying for penetration.

"No, not yet, Bruno," called the slender blonde, "the first one's for Suzie's treat. I'll throw you a good fuck later, big boy." Affectionately she patted him on the sides, but had to work to get him off her. The hound was hot and ready to go. He didn't understand this postponement of his pleasure. Nut finally the librarian stood up and beamed at the girls.

"Your turn now, Suzie. French kiss, suck, then fuck. That's your orders."

"I won't," whispered the fourteen-year-old. "You can't make me. I won't do it."

"Oh Charlie, our resident sadist, can make you do anything, Suzie. There's nothing you won't do if he persuades you," replied the pale blonde softly, full of confidence. "But you'll really like Bruno. If you came for Harry and the others, you'll climax your brains out with my dog. And it's a lot more fun than being whipped and tortured."

"I'd rather do anything than screw your mangy hound," the little brunette spat out angrily. "Beat me and I still won't do it." At this the woman frowned, incensed by the girl's insult of her pet.