Chapter 10
Killy slipped the flimsy nightie over her body, moved up to the huge mirror, and admired herself in it. The nightie was light and see-through. She touched her pink nipples-all spikey because of Cora-with her fingertips and heaved a big sigh of pleasure. Her tits rose up with the sigh, and they lifted the hem of the short nightie about an inch. Her pussy peeked out.
"Why don't you lie down?" Cora suggested, so Killy did. She stretched out in the center of the large, comfy bed because that was where Cora had piled two big pillows, one on top of the other.
Propped up and looking pretty, Killy waited for Cora to get on the bed with her, maybe to lick her pussy nice.
But that wasn't what Cora did. She went to the door, opened it, admitted Roger and two men, and left, closing the door behind her.
Killy was struck speechless when she saw the two men with Roger. They weren't hunks; they were hulks! They were both over six feet tall, both had blonde hair, both were perfectly tanned, and both wore nothing but bikini briefs! They had bulging biceps and chunky crotches!
"Oh," Killy squeaked in a little voice, and her pouty lips made a cute O. Her blue eyes were wide.
"Killy," Roger said with a grin on his face. "Meet Bob and Bill. They're my trainers."
Killy found her voice and rasped, "What do they train? Police dogs?"
Bob got on the bed with her, on her right, smiled with even white teeth, and said, "Hello, Killy."
Bill did the same on her left, and said, "Hi, Killy."
"Oh, God," she rasped. She felt like a book between two large bookends.
Her tits acted up and her pussy tingled. Her eyes darted from hulk to hulk, and she was highly aware of their cocks right next to her hands.
"A kiss," Bob said in a voice so husky that Killy turned her face to him and parted her lips.
He pressed his strong mouth to her lips and tongued it as if he were eating pussy. She caught her breath and just had to give his nice tongue a few licks and sucks.
"A kiss," Bill said, just as huskily, and Killy turned her wet mouth to him and let him tongue it for a while.
As Bill occupied her hot mouth, Bob caressed her right tit and teased her little nipple. Then Bill teased her other one. Killy wriggled on the bed when her tits caught fire. The flames licked right down into her pussy!
As if he knew that, Bob moved his hot hand down to her thigh, stroked it up and down a few times, just until it quivered like crazy, then teased her pussy.
Bill stroked her other thigh and then shared her pussy with Bob. A thousand big fingers aroused her cunt so good that she spread her legs wide.
"Lift your nightie way up," Bob said thickly.
So she did. Her fingers trembled as she drew the sheer nightie all the way up to her chin, and her hard young tits heaved.
Bob and Bill both placed their sexy mouths on her tits and sucked them so good that she squirmed her hot pussy for them.
"Have fun," she heard Roger say and, through glazed eyes, she watched him walk away. That was curious. She thought he'd want to stay to see this. Little did she knew that he- and a dozen other voyeurs-weren't going to miss a thing.
Then she forgot all about Roger as the men with her drowned her in a sea of cummy pleasure.
They sucked her tits. They licked her all over.
They stroked her pussy a lot, teased her ass even more.
They took turns eating her pussy. Bob drilled his powerful tongue in and out of it as Bill ate her tits like he was starving.
Then he ate her pussy while Bob sucked her tits. In no time at all, Killy was a whimpering mass of hot female flesh on the bed, aching for cock.
When her hot pussy heaved like her horny tits, Bill teased, "What do you want?"
Killy gazed homily at them and panted, "Do you know what a fuck sandwich is?"
Bill laughed heavily. Bob chuckled and shot a glance at the mirrored wall. He knew that the men behind it could hear every word and sound from this room. So they heard Killy's desire.
The big, muscular beach boys stripped off their briefs and there they were, right before Killy's hot, hungry eyes.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. "On second thought, maybe you can't!"
But they had done this before, many times, to girls a lot smaller than Killy.
"Leave it to us," Bob said in a strong, com- forting voice. Killy felt less threatened.
They drew her off the bed, removed her nightie, and sandwiched her between them. She was breathless and hot.
Bill kissed her open mouth and eased her body forward a little. He toyed with her tits as Bob soaked his cock up her pussy, then wedged it up her ass.
Killy gasped and choked on Bill's tongue in her sucking mouth all the while that Bob inched his enormous cock into her stretched little asshole.
When it was well-lodged up her tight ass, he told Bill to go ahead. He grasped her by the shoulders and brought her back on his rigid cock, then Bill got his swollen, throbbing cock up her pussy.
Killy gasped and choked her way through his entry, too, and then she had both giant cocks pulsing in her belly. She could only gasp and whimper as they double-fucked her.
Her eyes rolled. Her tits strained up. Her fingers clawed at Bill's huge arms. Her asshole squirmed on Bob's slip-sliding cock. And her cumming pussy sucked on Bill's cock.
Both men bent their knees and lunged their big cocks up into her wrenching belly. Killy saw stars. Then they did that again and again until in the end, her feet left the floor and she was suspended on two huge, thick, gushing cocks.
Her whole body quivered and quaked between them, then it shivered and shuddered as big waves of cummy pleasure engulfed her. She came so much that she passed out on the cocks.
When she came to, just a few moments later, she found herself writhing on the bed with the men standing by, grinning.
Her glazed blue eyes moved from smile to smile and she panted, "A girl could get hooked on that! After a fuck sandwich like that, how could she ever be satisfied with just a husband?"
It wasn't just an expression of her mind-boggling pleasure; she really wondered about that.
So Bob said, "Now you know why they don't want girls to fuck for fun. No girl would want to stick with one guy, and marriage would go down the drain."
"Oh," Killy said, but rubbed her purring pussy. "That's okay with me."
There was a beeping sound in the room and Bill said, "I have to go. Why don't you show her the play room."
"The play room?" Killy echoed.
"Put your nightie on and come with me," Bob said.
"Just my nightie?"
"Sure. Nobody will see us," he lied. There were hidden cameras all over the place.
He tugged on his briefs and Killy stared at the meaty bulge his cock made up his belly, almost to the waistband.
He took her downstairs in a small, carpeted elevator, and as they descended, she felt his bulge, still fascinated with it.
"You must be proud of that," she purred, and rubbed it up and down, squeezed it, fondled it. His wet cock-head peeked over the edge of his briefs.
The elevator stopped and he took her to some big doors, which he opened. It was really dark in there. It took Killy a few minutes to focus her eyes. Then she gasped.
The walls were lined with all sorts of chains and cuffs, whips and lashes. Chains and cuffs hung from the ceiling everywhere, and the cuffs weren't fur-lined like in Fred's barn. There were a number of tables with shackles on the four corners.
"This is the play room?" Killy rasped. "It looks more like a dungeon!"
"This is where Mr. Blane makes his horror movies," Bob told her. "All in fun."
"Oh," she said, and breathed easier.
"Come here," Bob said, and took her by the hand. "I'll show you."
He got her up on a table, shackled her wrists wide apart, and her ankles spread open.
"Make believe you're a captive," he said. "And I'm going to drive you wild."
He ate her pussy and sucked her clit and tongue-fucked her hot cunt so long and so hard that she didn't have to pretend. She went wild.
Her tits strained and her ass jumped and her pussy jerked when she came. Her whole body arched and tossed and twisted up in the air.
Then Bob shoved his briefs down under his big, hot balls, climbed onto the table with her, stuffed his huge cock into her pussy, and fucked her like an animal.
That was when all hell broke loose. Not in his horny balls. In the room. The doors flew open and a whole bunch of policemen barged in. Then Killy could hear sirens outside, and screaming and yelling upstairs. Two big policemen pulled Bob off her writhing young body and his cock left her pussy with a sudden slurpy sound.
All of a sudden a young woman appeared out of the crowd of policemen. She looked like Lois Lane to Killy.
She tore at Killy's shackles and rasped, "I'm Tina Barrett. You poor kid. Don't worry. Everything's going to be all right now."
She helped Killy down off the table, saw her shiver and thought she was cold and put her own coat around her shoulders.
"You come with me," Tina said protectively. "The other girls are already taken care of."
What other girls? Killy wondered as the woman led her out of the mansion and into her car. She drove in silence for a long time.
Finally, she asked, "What's your name?"
"Killy."
"Kelly what?"
"Killy. With an i. Killy Banner."
"Well, Killy, I'm a social worker, but I have to take you to Captain Owens so he can ask you some questions. Now, don't be intimidated by him. His bark is worse than his bite. And I'll be with you every minute."
When Killy sat in a big office with another whole bunch of policemen, feeling small in the big chair, she didn't know what to make of the questions Captain Owens asked.
Right off the bat, he asked a very silly one. "Were you gagged and handcuffed in a black van and driven here?"
Killy sipped the cup of water Tina had given her and said, "No. I came here on a jet plane."
Captain Owens took the cigar out of his mouth and stared hard at her. "Weren't you beaten and dragged into that place?"
"No," Killy said. "A chauffeur took me there."
"But you did see the dungeon!"
Killy shook her head. "That's not a dungeon. That's where Mr. Blane makes his horror movies. It's his play room."
"Oh, great," the captain groaned. "A ding-a-ling!"
"Captain!" Tina snapped. "Please try to be civil. Can't you see she's in shock? If you saw the traumatic situation I found her in ... " "Okay, okay," he growled. To Killy, he said, "Weren't you assaulted by two big guys named Bull and Bruno?"
"No," Killy said. "I only met Bob and Bill." She didn't know they had used false names.
"Shit!" the captain grumbled, and bit his cigar. "Get her out of here. She'd make a lousy witness!"
But Tina had been listening carefully and watching Killy closely. "I don't agree, Captain," she said. "If you would release her into my custody, I think I can be of some help."
"Always saving the underdog, huh? Well, go ahead. See what you can do with her."
"Come with me, Killy," she said.
Out in the car, Killy asked, "Where are we going?"
"I'm taking you home with me for a few days," Tina said. As they walked up to the door of Tina's house, Killy noticed the man next door. He was kind of fat, wearing shorts, and watering his lawn. Killy stifled a giggle. The way he held the hose, it looked like he was holding his cock and pissing like a horse!
"Well, counselor," he called to Tina. "I see you've got yourself another runaway. A real doll this time."
"Ignore him, Killy," Tina said, and ushered her into the house. "He's just a dirty old man who ought to be locked up."
She took Killy right to her bedroom and said, "You must be tired. Why don't you lie down for a while?"
She took her coat and Killy lay down in her cute little blue nightie. Tina's eyes ran up and down her young body, paused on her jutting tits, then on her cute little pussy.
She smiled and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were a virgin."
"I know!" Killy giggled. "Isn't that neat?" She sat up and looked down at her pussy. "It always looks brand new!"
Tina sat on the edge of the bed and, since Killy's thighs were wide open, she pet her pussy gently. Her eyes met Killy's.
"You wanted that man in the dungeon to fuck you, didn't you?" she asked.
"In the play room? Yes! I was so hot!"
"Did he make you hot?"
"Yes!"
"How?"
So Killy told her how Bill and Bob had ravished her with a fuck sandwich and how Bob later shackled her to that table and ate her pussy so good that she had to fuck.
Just hearing that much told Tina all she needed to know about this horny young teen. Sure of herself then, she got her face between Killy's thighs and gave her pussy a few licks.
"Do you mind?" she asked.
"No!" Killy rasped. "Don't stop!"
So Tina got naked on the bed and ate her pussy real nice-then and later, and the next day. On the second night, when they were real good friends and Killy loved being there, Tina got on the bed naked with her.
She licked Killy's pussy and said, "Tell me how you got to Florida. Where did you fly from? Who paid for the tickets?"
Killy thought she was just being friendly and wanted to know all about her so, as she humped her cunt on Tina's delightful tongue, she talked and talked and talked.
She squirmed her pussy and told Tina how Fred had sent her to Roger Blane, how Ben Stoner had sent her to Fred, how Carl Anders had sent her away with Ben, and how she met Carl when she was hitchhiking. She told all.
And Tina got it all on tape. Killy had no idea that the small black thing on the nightstand was a miniature recorder.
After several hours and a lot of cums for Killy, Tina had the whole story. She licked and asked. Killy came and answered-over and over again.
After Killy dozed off, Tina went into the other room and typed up her report. After she edited out all of Killy's moans and gasps and squeals and cries and pleas for more, she had several pages of valuable information for Captain Owens' computer.
When she turned in the report, Captain Owens was elated.
"Good work, Barrett!" he roared like a bull.
"All those girls had been blindfolded and transported at night. They don't know half of this stuff! Great job!" And he slapped the report happily.
Thanks to Killy, a nationwide dragnet went out and swept up every member of the sex ring. It even swept up Killy's foster parents, who were arrested for child abuse.
But Killy knew nothing of all that at the time. All she knew was that Tina had a loving tongue and kept her cumming a lot.
So when she was with Tina a few days and Tina asked her if she'd like to live with her permanently, Killy hugged her and kissed her and squealed, "Yes, yes, yes!"
Starting that very night, they did sixty-nine a lot, and Killy was very happy-and cummy!
The next morning, when Tina woke her up with her tongue up her pussy, Tina said, "I have to go to work now. Will you be all right?"
"Oh, yes!" Killy exclaimed. "I'll be fine. You go ahead."
When Tina was gone, Killy rubbed her pussy and thought about the dirty old man next door. Since she would be living here now, she thought it would be nice of her to go over and get to know him better.