Ron Smith - Marina girls

"Ripping off this kid's folks was!" Bill snapped. "Now tie her up and we'll put her in the forepeak." Sherry squeezed past him, and Bill Green added, "Don't forget to gag her. Her folks will be back any time and we don't want her making any noise."

Sherry said, "Cross your arms in front of you. That's right." The voluptuous blonde moved Peggy away from the door and reached through for a coil of hemp rope. Her left breast brushed against Peggy's bare arm. It was hot and solid beneath the striped tank top Sherry wore, and her bell-shaped nipples were standing out, hard as pine cones.

Peggy watched wide-eyed as the blonde lashed her wrists together. Sherry's china-blue eyes gleamed. She licked her wide, sensuous lips and showed even white teeth in a lecherous smile.

"Those little tittiebumps are growing some, aren't they, honey?" Sherry asked, tweaking one of Peggy's nipples. "I bet you're scared to death some man will notice them and try to kiss one, hey?"

The blonde woman wadded a handkerchief and stuffed it into Peggy's mouth. "Anybody kiss those titties for you yet, honey?" she asked as she tied the gag in place. "Little girls your age are just ripe for sucking and fucking, even if you don't know it yet."

Peggy was frightened and very uncomfortable. Bill Green smiled as he watched his sister tie Peggy, and the little brunette watched the lump in his crotch grow longer and thicker.

Sherry's long blonde hair swept over Peggy's bare feet when the busty woman knelt to tie her ankles. Peggy looked down at the twin hemispheres of Sherry's butt. The tight shorts outlined her voluptuous moons, and Bill grinned at the cunty bulge showing beneath.

"That's good enough, Sis," Bill growled. "She won't be going anywhere." He put the long barreled pistol down on the bed. "You go get Janet and have her bring the truck. I'll put this little cunt in the forepeak and get all the gear we're taking along ready."

"Save some of her for me, Bill. I haven't had a pretty little thing like her for years." She pulled Peggy's sweatshirt up to her armpits. Peggy's firm little breasts bounced. Her nipples had crinkled with fear, standing in sharp, hard points. Peggy ducked her head, trying to hide, when Sherry slurped her long pink tongue over the brown pebbles.

Sherry yielded to Bill. The buxom blonde looked back over her shoulder as she left. She opened her sensuous lips wide and made a pussy-licking swirl with her tongue. Peggy blushed and squeezed her eyes shut.

Bill bent over and picked Peggy's eighty-four pounds up. He kneed the door open and carried her through two other compartments before setting her down.

The forepeak was a small triangular space at the bow of the boat. It was filled waist-high with sail bags and coils of thick rope. It was musty, the bulkheads close and painted a mildewed white. Peggy landed on her back. A two-foot-square hatch was sealed tight above her. The only light came from the portholes in the compartments further aft.

The coarse canvas of the sail bag she'd landed on rasped her back. Peggy was grateful for the brief decency the toss had given, pulling her sweatshirt down to cover her titties. Water slapped at the hull. It sounded as if she lay below the waterline.

The air was damp and cool. Bill stood over her, looking at the helpless child. Peggy tried her best to be defiant, but there was no way the trussed-up little girl could pull it off. The man was surveying her slender form coolly.

Peggy was glad she couldn't see his face. She had felt the snap of her shorts give when she'd landed. Half of her buttocks felt naked, with the clammy coarseness of the canvas chilling her tender skin.

"I've always thought that little children should not snoop. Do you agree?" Bill asked musingly. "It doesn't matter if you do or not. You're in deep shit, Peggy Gibson, and you walked right into it. We don't have any reason to hurt you. In two days, Janet and Sherry and I will be well out of reach, though, so we don't have any reason to treat you nicely."

Peggy shivered and closed her eyes. Bill undid his belt and she heard the heavy crumpling sound of his jeans hitting the floor. "Look at me, little girl. How old are you? Ten? Twelve?" Peggy nodded convulsively.

"When my sister Sherry was twelve, she knew what this cock felt like. She knew what every cock in town felt like. Are you a virgin, Peggy?" She nodded again, more vigorously.

"Really?" Peggy opened her eyes. She nodded again, pleading with the big brown saucers of her eyes. "Too bad. That means I'm gonna have to save your cunt for my wife and my sister." Bill reached down and unzipped Peggy's tight cutoffs. He raised his eyebrow, when he saw that the pretty brunette wore no panties.

"Well, well. A horny little virgin," he said, clicking his tongue. "And such a pretty little snatch you have, Peggy. You do look tasty-just what the girls ordered." Bill grabbed Peggy's shoulders and rolled her over roughly. He yanked her shorts down to her knees.

"Good ass, for a kid. Getting real juicy and rideable. And that's what I'm gonna do, Peggy."

The canvas stunk under her. Peggy breathed in the mildewed stench of ill-kept sails. She didn't know if it was the reek or Bill's manner that nauseated her. The girl's stomach hurt. Her shins scraped on the coaming of the forepeak hatch.

Bill pulled his jersey off over his head. He tossed the garment over his shoulder. Peggy's pale ass gleamed in the afternoon dimness. Bill pulled a thick coil of hemp rope from the clutter. He put his hand on Peggy's snatch and lifted her, jamming the rope under her naked belly.

The rough fibers scratched her, hurting almost as much as the undignified handling. Peggy was about to cry. The callused hand on her pussy made her feel violated, filthy with a stain that was not her fault.

Bill worked his fingers on her hairless mound. Peggy's holes were both presented to him, defenseless. With her hands bound in front of her and her ass elevated by the rough hawser, there was nothing the pretty child could do.

Bill pressed his face to her asscleft. His long tongue cleaned the puckered ring of her rectum, then plunged inside.

Peggy gasped in spite of herself. Through she was revolted by his sweaty smell and the vile, filthy surroundings, the sensation sent a thrill up her spine.

Bill grinned when he felt the quick twitch of Peggy's rosebud. He knew that enough asssucking would get the coldest of his victims horny for his cock, and this one was going to get more than enough.

Bill's fingers pawed rudely at the tight skinned bubbles of Peggy's buttocks. His tongue ran up and down the smooth, slightly sweaty valley between her cheeks. Bill spread the dual globes with his thumbs and held the little brunette captive with his fingers splayed over her hipbones. He lifted her ass with his strong hands and pressed the pink ring with his lips and tongue.

Peggy was horrified and disgusted when Bill started tonguing her asshole. A thick lump of loathing rose in her throat, but soon the helplessness of her position began to work a change on her feelings. She started to unwind. Her rectum puckered less tightly. Relieving herself of responsibility, Peggy justified her captive, displayed position.

It's not my fault-I only dressed like this so he would ask me onto his boat. Besides, I'm only here because I wanted to help Daddy and Mom. How was I supposed to know that Bill and that icky Sherry would find me here? Now I'm tied up, and I can't do a thing about it-I can't even keep him from licking me back THERE!

Peggy turned her head. She rested on her chin, looking at the inside of the bow. The slender young girl settled herself to endure the degrading actions Bill wreaked on her bottom.

Peggy tried to make herself a little more comfortable. The harsh fibers of the thick rope scratched her belly and the soft skin of her cuntal mound. She moved her abdomen from side to side, and her ass poked further into the air. Peggy heaved a big sigh. Her sphincter relaxed under the constant probing of Bill's tongue. With an effort of will, Peggy detached her mind from the intimate caresses Bill lavished on her asscheeks.