Duncan Fox: Daddy_s darling daughter

"On the count of three," Jimmy panted. "One… two… three!"

At "three", the boys dropped Judy's feet with a thud. As she struggled to stand, strong hands wrapped around her wrists and jerked her upright. Judy's feet ran right out from under her, her legs flying out in front of her as the boys lifted her arms and dragged them backward. Before she could regain her feet, she slammed back against the rough bark of the tree and her arms were forced back around the trunk.

"Here's the rope," Jimmy panted, and Judy felt him wrapping it around one of her wrists. Then he captured her other wrist in a loop of rope and in seconds her arms were immobilized, her back pressed against the rough bark of the tree.

"What about her feet?" Billy asked. "Shouldn't we get them tied up, too?"

"Yeah," Jimmy agreed, still working on the knots on Judy's wrists. She couldn't tell for sure, but there seemed to be a gap of about a foot and a half between her wrists because of the bulk of the tree. The rough bark scraped harshly against the tender skin on the insides of her arms, and her shoulders were pulled sharply back.

"Gimme one of her feet," Jimmy said, and Judy looked down. Billy grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her off balance by jerking her foot out from under her.

"Hey, take it easy," Judy urged, struggling to avoid falling by putting her full weight on her already overstressed arms.

"Sorry," Billy apologized, holding Judy's ankle while Jimmy wrapped a few turns of rope around it. Judy's knee was bent, and she was almost standing on her toes the way her leg was bent around the tree.

"Now the other one," Jimmy said.

"Hang on, Judy," Billy said, grabbing her other foot.

Awkwardly, Judy managed to keep her balance as Billy dragged her foot around the tree. As Jimmy tied her ankle with the last few feet of rope, she managed to regain her balance. She was wrapped around the tree, her back pressing against the big trunk. One end of the rope was secured around her left wrist, dragging her arm back around the tree1 Then Jimmy had looped and tied the rope around her right wrist, also putting it behind her. From there the rope led down to first one ankle, then the other.

"There," Jimmy sighed, satisfied. Judy heard him get to his feet, then dust off his hands.

"Let's see what we got, Chief," Billy urged, a tremor of excitement in his voice.

The two boys came around from behind the tree and stared at Judy's naked body, strained around the big trunk. Judy blushed and hung her head, feeling her hair trail down over her bare shoulders and brush the tips of her breasts. With her arms dragged back, her breasts were thrust out prominently. Her nipples were pert, bard pink buds in the fresh air, pointing outward from the arch of her body. Below, Judy's belly was stretched taut, and her legs were spread wide.

Her sex, with its first tentative wisps of curling blonde hairs, was totally exposed. Judy bit her lip with excitement as the boys surveyed her. She looked at them, her eyes raking over their nearly naked bodies to rest on where the Indian loincloths concealed their sexes. There were growing bulges under both of the minimal garments.

"Wow," Jimmy breathed. "She's beautiful."

"Yeah," Billy agreed. "She sure is pretty."

Judy flushed with pleasure at their obvious and flattering admiration, and her nipples hardened further. She knew it was supposed to be wrong to be naked in front of boys. But she was helpless. There was nothing she could do. After all, it wasn't her fault that they had ripped all her clothes off her. And now she was tied up, completely helpless, completely at their mercy. It was exciting, and Judy felt her insides heating up as she hung there, trapped against the tree. It was the same, thrilling excitement she had felt when she had spied on her parents, the same excitement she had felt straddling the limb of the tree.

Her heart began to pound harder, and little, involuntary ripples of excitement made her muscles wiggle under her skin. She held her head up and stared at the two boys boldly with her direct blue eyes. The sun felt warm on her bare skin, especially where it struck those areas normally covered by her bathing suit.

She was tanned a beautiful golden brown from long hours by the swimming pool, but her breasts and her crotch were highlighted, un-tanned, pale white in the summer sun.

Jimmy's Adam's apple bobbed convulsively as he swallowed. "Heap pretty paleface," he observed, his voice shaking.

"What we do with her now, Chief?" Billy asked, his words coming out in little jerks.

Judy fell in with the game, holding her head up defiantly, curling her lip in scorn at her two captors. Her eyes raked over Jimmy. Older than her by a year, his muscles were just beginning to fill out into maturity. His skin was deeply tanned; his hair, straight and brown, was filled with bits of leaves and twigs from the wrestling match. His glowing eyes were a deep, dark brown. "You don't dare do anything to me. The cavalry will save me," Judy taunted them.

"Quiet, squaw," Jimmy snapped, pacing around her nervously. He was sweating slightly as he clenched and unclenched his hands. The bulge in his loincloth was immense now, straining the flimsy garment to the ultimate. "Damn, these things the Indians wore aren't very comfortable," he observed.

"Nope," Billy agreed nervously, following the lead of the older boy.

Judy transferred her attention from Jimmy's more mature body to Billy's. He was twelve, the same age as Judy. His limbs were more slender, and his skin less tanned than Jimmy's. His hair was blond, almost the color of Judy's straw like and straight. His eyes were a pale blue, almost gray, and his nose, instead of being tanned, was both freckled and sunburned at the same time. There were a few wisps of dried and peeling skin on it. As Judy watched, he picked at the shreds of skin idly. Her eyes flickered down to his crotch. The bulge in his loincloth was as impressive as Jimmy's. Something big was pushing out at the cloth, and Judy wanted to see what it was. She'd seen boys naked before-babies, anyway. But this was different. Her own excitement was urging her to get them to uncover what was so thinly veiled by the loincloths.

"If you're so uncomfortable, why don't you take off your breechcloths?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Oh, yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, squaw?" Billy sneered, trying to bluster it out.

"Why not?" Judy challenged him. "I'm naked. I bet the Indians went naked sometimes."

"They did not," Billy retorted nervously. "I bet they never went naked."

"They did so," Judy argued. "Remember the picture in that book we found in the library?"

"She's right, Billy," Jimmy said, his fingers toying nervously with the beaded belt which held up his only piece of clothing.

"Aw, she is not," Billy shot back.

"What's the matter, you chicken?" Judy challenged boldly, her pulse pounding in her ears. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the bulge in Jimmy's loincloth.

It seemed to swell even further as she stared.

"I ain't no chicken," Jimmy said. "Come on, Billy, let's take 'em off."

"I will if you will," Billy agreed, his voice squeaking.

"Well, I'm going to," Jimmy stated. His hands were shaking, but he still did not strip away the concealing cloth.

"You're both chicken," Judy snorted. She was getting, used to her nudity now, though the excitement still burned deep down inside. Her goal now was to find out what was under those loincloths.

"Come on, Billy, let's take 'em off," Jimmy said, trying to steady his hands.

"Okay, okay," Billy agreed. "On the count of three, all right?"

"Jeezus," Jimmy swore. "Okay. On the count of three."

"I'll do the counting," Judy volunteered. "You both ready?"

"Ready," the two boys answered together, their hands on the fastenings of the belts. Their voices shook with excitement.