Chapter 6
The unmarked police car rolled silently to a stop a few hundred feet beyond the gigantic old house. Dave and Mac slipped out, careful not to make any noise shutting the car doors. They ran hunched over along the grassy shoulder until they were squatting beside the house itself.
''Shall we try just knocking?"
"Better not. He's had plenty of time to do a job on the poor kid. And don't forget, the guy was a magician. He might have the place booby-trapped but good!"
"Shit."
"For now, let's just look around. But keep your ears peeled. If we hear the kid scream, we're going in like gangbusters!"
"OK, buddy!"
The two cops began peering into the lower level windows. Mac took the front side, and Dick took the rear of the house. They met in the driveway.
"Can't see anybody inside. You?"
"Nothing. Very quiet."
"Too fucking quiet, if you ask me."
"Damn! Want to try going in?"
"Yeah, I want to! But we haven't got warrants for diddly-shit, let alone breaking into a private citizen's house."
They looked at each other.
Suddenly, they grinned.
"There's always the old Jesse James!"
Both men quickly pulled out handkerchiefs and tied them around their faces, like the bandits of yesteryear about to rob the westbound stage.
This way, if they found nothing, they couldn't be accused of unlawful entry. They would only be assigned to investigate the break-in themselves.
"Ready?"
"Yeah. Let's do it!" no Dick tried the side door. Locked. He pulled out his pistol, grabbed the barrel, and cracked the window glass with the butt of the gun. It shattered quietly to the rug just inside the doorway.
He shoved his arm through the hole and fumbled inside for the handle. He twisted, and the door clicked open. He yanked it wide, and both men leaped into the narrow entry way, one aiming his gun down the stairs, one aiming upward.
There was a door at both the top and the bottom of the long flight of stairs.
"Down. We didn't see anything on the first floor. He's got her down there, or on one of the upper floors."
"Keep a sharp eye out, and a sharp ear!"
They crept down the stairs and took up positions on either side of the door, pistols at the ready.
From the other side of the door, they heard a strange sound.
"What the fuck is that?"
Mac cocked his head, pressed his ear directly against the door.
"It sounds like somebody's sawing wood!"
Instantly, the same horrible image flashed into each man's mind!
Leslie was crying hard. Her whole body ached. The chains dragging at her ankles and wrists had cut off her circulation, and her hands and feet were throbbing with pain.
But her full attention was on the moving blade of the saw.
It dug into the wood, spraying her naked wet tummy with bits of sawdust. It slid back, filling the tiny coffin-shaped box with dust that was making Leslie gag!
Sobbing and gagging, Leslie sucked her tummy in as hard as she could, trying to see in the darkness of the tight box how close the blade was to her flesh.
She could feel it.
Within seconds, it would bite into her skin!
Only one or two strokes remained, before the poor little teen-age birthday girl would feel the terrible stinging teeth of the saw blade slice into her quivering belly.
The blade stroked backward.
It rushed forward, scattering another load of sawdust over her sweaty skin.
It ripped backward.
It started forward, and Leslie felt the hot steel of the blade press into her tummy. She couldn't hold her stomach in another second. She sucked in a lungful of dusty air and screamed.
Her voice was so hoarse, it came out as a gasp.
The blade jerked. It jerked again. It was stuck.
And suddenly, there was a tremendous, ear-shattering blast. Another. Another. And silence.
Then, something heavy thudded to the floor, very close to the coffin.
Leslie couldn't hold her tummy sucked in any longer, and when she relaxed, she felt the soft wet skin of her belly move up against the sides of the blade.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. She shuddered and shook, pulling on the chains that bound her in place. The next stroke of the saw blade would rip deep into her soft tummy.
She sobbed quietly, unable to fight.
She wanted desperately to faint, but she couldn't. She just wanted to go to sleep, and never wake up.
But a new sound shattered the darkness and the stillness of her coffin.
The slamming of a hammer-head against the lid.
The shrill squeaking and squealing of nails being pulled from wood.
Nail after nail was pried loose. She could hear them being dropped to the floor.
New voices!
Have I been sold again? Leslie asked herself.
Suddenly, the coffin was filled with blinding light, and two human-shaped shadows reached down into the box. She tried to cringe away from the hands.
"Nooooo!" she howled, twisting from side to side.
"Good thing you took that saw blade out of there, Dick. She'd have sliced herself up good, jerking around like that!"
"Yeah. Let's just get her the hell out of that fucking box!"
Leslie felt hands working on the chains, releasing her ankles and wrists. Slowly, she drew her arms down over her tummy, feeling the skin for cuts.
"You're all right, honey. We got here in time."
"Just in time!" Mac added, throwing the ankle chains down hard.
Leslie whimpered quietly as she felt her trembling body slowly and gently lifted from the coffin.
"Jesus! What's this damned thing around her waist?"
"I don't know. But I can just imagine what it's doing to her down there. Look!"
Dick saw what his partner meant. The strap not only cut deep into the little girl's belly, it went down between her thighs as well.
"Good God! The maniacs!"
Leslie nodded slightly as she felt herself lowered to the couch. Yes, they were maniacs. All of them. She muttered under her breath.
She winced as she felt fingers working at the front of the biting belt around her waist. Suddenly, the belt flew free. She could breathe. She sucked in a tremendous deep satisfying lungful of air.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she sighed in pleasure!
Mac checked the belt that dug into her cunt lips. He quickly saw that it held something large, rammed deep into her cunt.
"Damn!" he whispered. He grasped the belt right over her sore pussy mound and worked his fingers under the edges of the strap. He gritted his teeth. He glanced at his partner, then at Leslie's face. She was paying no attention to what was happening to her. She was babbling to herself, her pretty eyes puffy and red as she squinted at the ceiling.
He yanked the rubber prick from within her cunt channel, pulling it out of her body in one swift jerk.
Leslie twitched, and nothing more.
But the huge fat prick drew out great thick cold sticky gouts and strings of pussy-cum.
Both men raised their eyebrows.
Well, it hadn't been all torture!
Mac saw that the strap hadn't come fully away from the child's cunt. He peered down along the strap, under her cunt crack.
"It's up her asshole, too!" he gasped.
He worked it out of her shitter carefully. Leslie suddenly cried out, jerked hard and high off the couch.
"Ouch! Owwwwwww!" she cried as her asshole slammed shut.
Mac took the belt, dripping with little girl cum and shit, and dropped it distastefully into the coffin. He looked down at Paul Irving's dead body and snorted, shaking his head.
"Call it in, partner. I'll find the kid something to wear. One of us can ,stay here until the team arrives, and one of us can drive the kid home."
"Think we should remove her from the scene?"
"Think we shouldn't?"
They both looked at the teen-ager. She was crusted with sweaty dust and filth, her long hair caked with sawdust, matted to her scalp with sweat and piss. Her whole little body was shaking violently, and she was staring vacantly into space.
But her nipples were hard as hell.
And her cunt oozed a steady stream of thick white fluid, giving off the heady odor of young lust.
Against his will, Dick felt his cock rising hard and ready in his pants.
"I'll, uh . . . I'll drive her home, Mac. You call it in. OK?"
Mac, with a teen-age daughter about Leslie's age at home, didn't even think about it. He nodded to his buddy, then turned away to find a telephone and report.
He didn't see Dick's hand drop down and give his prick a nice hard squeeze.
"Hold on, boy!" Dick whispered. "Let's get her into the car, first!"
Dick drove, his cock throbbing insistently against the zipper of his pants. Beside him on the seat, sitting up, was the lovely young girl. She was clad in a thick white robe they had found in a closet.
Dick licked his lips. He glanced sideways at Leslie. Under that robe, the kid was stark naked. And she was a fucking beauty.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
Leslie was staring straight ahead. She had insisted on sitting up front. She'd spent too many long hours lying down this evening. She was slowly coming around.
"Huh?" she asked.
"I just wondered what your name was, honey?"
"Leslie."
"Pretty name for a pretty girl." Leslie rested her head back against the seat, and rolled her head toward Dick. She licked her lips and cleared her throat.
"Thanks," she whispered. "But I must really look awful right now."
"Nan!" Dick said, eager to talk to the child. This was his first case of horniness over one of the victims he'd saved. His prick was swollen and aching in his pants, longing to get out and dive into this kid's sloppy cunt.
"Nah!" he repeated. "You just look like a pretty young lady who's been through hell."
"Yeah. Well, thanks. What's your name?"
"Dick."
Leslie gave the man a nice smile, then rolled her head back. She stared silently and thoughtfully out the windshield. Dick wanted to start up the conversation half a dozen times during the ride back to Leslie's house. But he didn't want to disturb the girl too much. His fucking cock was acting on its own. He hadn't planned on getting the hots for this little bitch, after all. It just happened. Suddenly. Without warning. It wasn't his fault.
He looked over at the quiet girl. Her long hair was clinging to her shoulders and face. They'd asked her if she wanted to get herself cleaned up before she left, but she had told them no!
Dick sighed quietly. Too bad. Well, he'd go downtown later and pick up Betty and fuck the shit out of her. Still, he'd really like to slam it home into this kid's cunt.
"It's just around the next corner, sir," Leslie said suddenly.
"Yeah. I know," Dick told her. He pointed to the address on the call sheet hanging near the girl's knees.
She smiled quickly at him. "Of course," she whispered.
He pulled the car all the way up into the driveway, and shut the motor off. He looked the house over closely.
"No lights on, Leslie. You want to wait until somebody gets home?"
"No, sir. My mother and father have gone away for a couple of days. They won't be back until the day after tomorrow. I'll just go in now. Thank you," she said, opening the door and slipping off the seat. She bent down and peered back inside. "I mean, thank you for ... for saving my life. Dick."
Dick smiled at her. He gulped. He didn't want to lose the chance to fuck this little princess.
"Maybe I better just wait out here tonight, so you can feel safe. You know, until morning?"
Leslie straightened up. She glanced at the house. It did look dark and lonely. And she was still shaky from all the terror. She bent back down and looked at the man.
"No. Come in with me."
Dick leaped out of the car and locked it. He escorted the teen up the walk and opened the door for her. None of the kids at her birthday party had thought of locking the place up.
She flicked on the light.
The living room was all decorated for her party! Streamers of brightly colored paper swept all over the room. Hundreds of red and green and blue balloons hung from strings taped to the ceiling and walls. It was like a technicolor cavern in the large room.
"How beautiful! Oh! They went to so much trouble for me!" Leslie said, delighted.
"Looks like they had a lot of presents ready for you, too, Leslie."
"Oh!"
On the table were dozens of gaily wrapped packages. All sizes and shapes.
Leslie walked over to the table and touched the pretty packages tenderly. Tears burned in her reddened eyes. She felt them flow over her lids, trickle down her cheeks, and drip onto the paper around the packages.
She began sobbing hard, cupping her face with both palms.
And Dick stepped up behind her, took her shoulders firmly but gently, and turned the little girl toward him. She let her body fall against his. He hugged her hard, stroking the matted smelly hair as though it were silk.
"You're safe now, Leslie. It's all over. You're safe."
Leslie sobbed hard and long against Dick's chest, feeling his comforting hands hugging her, stroking her head and back. She slowly felt the need to sob slip away, and sniffled a bit, then pulled back from the man's body.
She looked into his eyes.
She sniffed.
He looked so compassionate. So concerned. So worried about her.
And he had saved her life.
The enormity of it all suddenly hit the girl. She began shaking hard. Her little fists clawed at Dick's sleeves. Her eyes went wild. Suddenly, she flung herself forward, lifting upward and throwing her arms about the man's strong neck. She twisted her face, and mashed her lips hard against his.
Dick was stunned.
He kept his lips tightly pursed, letting the child kiss him. Leslie kissed hard! She mashed and rolled her full wet lips against his, kissing the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, his chin, in wild rapid nibbles.
Her tiny body clung hard to his powerful masculinity.
"Kiss me!" she urged, jerking her head back only long enough to gasp out the words.
She crushed her lips back against his, and this time Dick responded as the youngster wanted him to. And he wanted to. He kissed her back. Hard. His tongue poked against her lips, and she parted them wide, letting him thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She eagerly sucked on his tongue.
Dick was startled by the girl's reaction, but let himself relax after a few minutes, and enjoy her eagerness.
She really wanted this.
She thrust her own hot tongue between his teeth and he began sucking on it. So fucking soft and sweet. He pulled on her tongue, sucking it like a straw, pulling so hard it made her wince.
But the slight sharp pain felt good.
She pulled her head back, working her tongue out of his mouth. She was gasping. She was sweating. She let her mouth hang wide open and panted hard.
Dick just watched her.
It was her move.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Leslie began whispering loudly, over and over again. She stepped back away from Dick. She turned and looked all about the gaily decorated room, at the pile of presents on the table. She began turning in a tight circle, whirling around, her eyes darting everywhere.
And she untied the cord around the waist of her robe.
She shrugged the robe from her shoulders. She let the robe slip down her arms and fall in a loose heap around her bare feet.
She suddenly stopped moving, stood still, facing Dick! Utterly naked.
She took a deep breath. She brushed the stringy strands of blonde hair away from her cheek, back off her bare shoulders.
Leslie was no longer herself.
She was the lead in some wonderful movie.
She looked at the policeman. He was extremely attractive. He had saved her life. She owed him her life. She owed him everything!
She lifted her arms slowly.
"Fuck me," she said, quietly.
Dick stared at her, his cock curled tightly in his pants, just waiting to leap out.
"Fuck you?"
Leslie nodded, kicked the robe aside, and stepped toward Dick, her arms going up around his neck again.
"Fuck me! Take me! Fuck me!" she told the man, begging him with her voice, her eyes, her body!
She was playing a part.
She was reacting, over-reacting to the horrors of the evening. But she didn't realize it. She didn't care. She only knew she had to be fucked by her hero.
"Come on, Dick! Fuck me!" she pleaded, pressing her cheek against his.
Dick's arms came up over her back, tightening. His heart thudded hard against his rib-cage, and his cock grew so hard it felt like a hundred pounds of iron. His balls bloated and hurt.
Her skin was so smooth.
He kissed her throaty and clutched her hard when she moaned. She did want it. She was begging for his cock!
He reached down between their bodies and pulled his zipper down, reached inside, and hauled out his prick!
Leslie felt his hard cock spring to life against her skin.
"Oh!" she cried out.
Dick wrapped his arm about her body again, and pulled her tightly against him, feeling her thighs clench at his rigid prick.
"Oh, please! Fuck me with it! Put it inside me!" Leslie whimpered wildly. She was writhing against him. Her thighs parted and she tried to climb his body, tried to squat her cunt down on his fucking prick.
"Hey, baby! Calm down, will you! Let's take this nice and slow!"
Dick wanted to be gentle with the poor teenager, but Leslie had other ideas. She was hot for it. She needed the real thing. She had been tormented and teased all night long. Her cunt was on fire. But she didn't want some stupid rubber dong inside her cunt channel, she wanted the real fucking thing! She wanted Dick's cock!
"Nice and slow?" she said, as though the words were in a foreign language and she didn't understand them. "Nice and slow? Nooooo! Not slow! Not nice! Hard and fast! Fuck me, Dick! But you fuck my cunt hard and fast, do you hear me?! Hurt me! Hurt meeeee! Fucking hurt meeeeeee!"
She leaped at him, clawing at his face with her fingernails. Dick grabbed her wrists and shoved her backward! But Leslie came at him again, grinning and growling! Her fingernails were sharp and ragged, broken. Lethal little knives, ready to slice Dick's face but good. She jumped. He grabbed and dodged aside. Good God! She was fighting him. Fighting him so he'd fuck her hard and hurt her good.
"OK, you little bitch! If hurt is what you want, hurt is what you get!" he gasped, forcing the child's wildly flailing arms down to her bare sides.
Leslie sucked air like a huge cat fighting for its life. She was so damned hot!
"Fuck me, Dick! Fuck me if you can!"
She grinned at him, showing a row of perfectly straight and bright white teeth. She gnashed them wickedly together!
"I'll chew your cock right off if you don't fuck me!"
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, baby!"
"Not if you don't rape me for it, baby!"
Dick and Leslie stood close, his hands gripping her thin wrists, pressing them tightly to her naked hips. She stared into his face, grinning and gritting her teeth.
Slowly, she felt his strength press her arms behind her back and cross her wrists. He took her thin frail wrists in one hand, and brought the other to her bare chest-and began stroking her tits!
"Let me go, you fucking bastard!" Leslie shouted. She kicked at his shin.
"Ouch! Why you rotten little bitch!"
She kicked him again, with her bare foot.
"Next time it'll be your fucking nuts!" Leslie laughed.
"No next time for you, Baby Boobs!" Dick said. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his handcuffs. Leslie struggled hard in his grip for a few seconds, her strength quickly leaving her exhausted young body.
Dick made quick work of slipping the cuffs over the child's wrists, then he shoved her hard and she stumbled across the room to the couch, landing hard on her belly.
"There! Is that good enough for you, little girl?"
"I'm not a little girl, you big ape! I'm a woman! And I want your cock! Shove it into me! Hurry!" Leslie cried, laughing as she threw herself off the couch and darted away from the man's reaching hands.
Her tiny tits bounced delightfully as she jumped and darted away from him.
"I'll fuck you, baby! But first I'm gonna give you a very badly needed bath!"
"Never happen, fuzz!"
Leslie screamed merrily, her hands cuffed behind her back. Dick made a lunge toward her and she ducked aside. She rushed through the doorway into the dining room, then leaped up the stairs two at a time.
Dick was right on her heels, and he tackled her in the hallway. Leslie was just too tired to fight for long. She lay still under his heavy body.
"You weigh a ton and a half, Dick," she gasped.
"All of it cock. And all of it just for you, beautiful!"
The pretty teen looked up into the man's handsome face, her chest heaving hard with her efforts. She sighed. Dick smiled at her. She liked being called beautiful.
"Am I beautiful?"
Dick gave his cock a nudge against her pussy.
"Ugjy as sin itself!"
Leslie spread her legs wide under him.
"Fuck me! Right now! Here!" she whispered urgently. She humped her cunt against the head of his prick.
But Dick slid off her sticky body.
Leslie groaned in frustration. She lay on her back, her arms under her, the wrists cuffed tightly together.
Dick rested up on his elbow beside her on the hallway rug, and cupped her small tits one at a time, very gently.
Leslie moaned, and licked her lips.
Dick watched her face. And suddenly, he thought he knew what was going on inside her skull. She was getting back up on the horse.
If she'd fallen off a horse, she'd have to get right back up there, immediately, and try it again. Or she'd lose her nerve. And that's what she was doing now.
Leslie had been badly mistreated by men. She had been bound and hurt. She was frightened. She considered herself to be a woman. Yet tonight she'd been through more than most women go through in a lifetime.
She had to get back up on that fucking horse. She had to prove to herself that she could take it. That it wasn't really as bad as it seemed.
So she was begging for the same kind of treatment, but making a game out of it. A game she could control.
Dick smiled tenderly at the pretty girl.
She smiled back.
"Ready for your bath, Leslie?" he said. "Think you're man enough to give me one?" she said, grinning, pumping her cunt against his forearm.
"YEAH!" Dick laughed back. He reached under her body and scooped her up in his arms, kissing her quickly on her lips.
"Which way to the bathroom, lady?" he asked.
"Fuck me, then I'll tell you!" Leslie challenged.
Dick just shrugged, and started down the hallway, peeking into each room as he passed. The bathroom was at the end of the hall.
Dick set his bundle down on the John. He gripped the cuffs by the short chain between her wrists while he bent over the tub and turned on the hot water tap. He waited until it was blasting steaming hot water and then cooled it with the cold water tap.
Leslie struggled a little bit, but only for effect. Just to let him know he'd better hold onto her, or else.
The tub filled slowly.
Dick used the time caressing Leslie's beautiful little tits, enjoying her hard nipples with his lips and teeth.
But he kept one hand on the cuffs.
Leslie loved it.
She arched her back, grinding her tit mound into Dick's sucking mouth.
She purred loudly, working her hands in the cuffs, shifting her bare shoulders as she mashed her firm little boob against Dick's lips, delighting in the electric thrill of his tongue wiggling and tickling over her swollen nipple.
"Oooooooooo! Fuck me!" she begged in a husky whisper of lust. Her cunt sizzled. Her clit burned. Her nipples throbbed in Dick's hard suctioning mouth.
She squirmed on the toilet seat, purring and moaning. Her fingers clawed at Dick's tight fist around the cuff chain.
"Bite me! Bite my breasts! Hurt my nipples! Please, Dick!" Leslie pleaded, her voice trembling.
Dick did as she told him to. He ground her tit between his teeth and pulled her whole nipple away from the apple-sized globe of her breast.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Yes! Ooooo! Ouch! Uh! Ohhhhhhh!"
Dick nipped her breasts, sucked giant hickeys into her soft skin.
"Hey! The water!" Leslie suddenly called, gasping.
Dick reluctantly left her tits for the quick moment it took to shut the water off in the tub. He stood up and looked at the teen-ager.
"Time you had a bath, young lady!" he told her.
Leslie looked at him, her eyes all soft and yielding. She felt excited. Her whole body yearned to feel this man's cock ramming in and out of her tight cunt hole, fucking her to the heights of pleasure.
Yet she felt a little scared, too.
Scared and excited, Leslie didn't struggle as Dick lifted her naked body and lowered her carefully into the steaming water in the tub.
And gave her whole body a real bath!