Bob Hawkins

Daughter gets the goat

CHAPTER ONE

Dawn was reading to herself, resting her back against the trunk of a tree. She'd pulled her skirt up high on her thighs to let the sunlight warm her legs. It took her a moment to realize something was casting a shadow on her. When she looked up, a boy was standing there.

"Hi," she said casually, smiling at the young boy.

He was a kid, dressed in a brand-new cowboy outfit. He was packing a pair of silver-handled pistols, and carrying a long rope. His cowboy hat rested at a cocked angle on his head.

He looked at the girl suspiciously.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice stronger and much more masculine than Dawn would have expected.

"My name's Dawn. I live over there, beyond that other grove of trees. Who are you?"

"Jim," the boy answered with a nod. "We just moved in. Back there." He pointed with his coiled rope toward the house at the bottom of the hill, barely visible through the dense woods.

"Well, Jim, that's quite an outfit you've got there," Dawn said, just to make conversation. She really wasn't up on the latest in talk with little boys.

"You seen my dog?"

"Your dog?"

"Yeah. Tonto. He's my dog. He came in here."

Dawn shrugged as she looked around.

"Sorry," she said. "I haven't seen a dog. What's he look like?"

"He's big. He's black. And he's got a kind of white band around his head."

"Oh, like an Indian headband?"

"Yeah. That's why he's called Tonto," Jim said. He squatted down beside Dawn and peered at the book she was holding.

"You like that mushy stuff?"

"Yes. But it's not mushy, it's romantic."

The boy snorted and made a face. Then, casually, he reached out and took Dawn's left hand. He looped the circle of the rope around her wrist and drew it tight.

"What are you doing, little boy?" Dawn asked, cocking her head and watching him secure that knot so it wouldn't slip, amazed at his boldness.

"Tying you up," he said.

"Oh," Dawn said, nodding her head slightly. "Uh, suppose I don't want to be tied up, sonny?"

"Don't you want to play with me, lady?" Jim asked, looking at Dawn as though she'd slapped him for something he hadn't done. Dawn almost laughed at the look of distress on the young boy's handsome face.

"Well, for a few minutes, OK?" she agreed.

Jim didn't say anything back. He stood up and walked around behind the tree, pulling on the rope so that the girl had to twist her arm down behind her back and around the tree trunk. He came around to Dawn's other side, then squatted down again.

"Well?" he said.

"Well what?"

Jim gave the girl a disgusted look, grabbed her right wrist.

"Wait a minute. This is a library book." She shook her wrist free of the boy's grip and set the book down beside her on the grass. "Only for a few minutes, OK?" she said. The young boy simply held out his palm, and Dawn sighed as she laid her wrist in it.

Jim took it with a grunt. He tugged on the rope, tightening it behind the tree. Then he pulled Dawn's free hand back behind the tree and began wrapping the loose end of the rope around her slender wrist. The trunk of the tree was fairly thick. As the boy tied her wrist, Dawn felt her shoulders drawn back firmly against the trunk. This little boy sure knows how to tie a girl to a tree, she thought, trying to ease the strain that was already growing in her shoulders.

"Not so tight, huh?"

"It has to be tight. You can get loose if it ain't tight."

Dawn tossed her head slightly. A soft mass of her loose blonde hair slipped down over her face. She pursed her lips and blew hard, trying to flip the hair off her cheeks and nose, but it didn't work.

"Would you brush the hair out of my face, Jim?"

"No."

Bastard, Dawn thought. She felt him give a test pull on the knotted cord around her wrists.

"It's tight, it's tight," she complained. "You don't have to hurt me."

Jim muttered something to himself that Dawn couldn't quite hear. Then he crawled around in front of her.

"Now that you've got me all tied up, what do we do next?" Dawn asked, shifting her shoulders against the rough bark of the tree. She could feel a couple of high ridges of bark digging into her back.

"You ain't all tied up, lady," Jim told her.

Dawn grunted. "No? I feel all tied up. What else is there?"

"Lots of things," Jim said. He reached behind him and hauled a big red scarf out of his hip pocket.

"Now, wait a minute, Jimmy." Dawn twisted her wrists in the tight cord, testing how quickly she could get free if she had to. She was surprised at how expertly she'd been bound. She might not be able to free herself at all. She stopped struggling. She looked at the red scarf. "Just what do you think you're going to do with that?"

"Gag you."

"Oh, no, you're not. I think this had gone far enough, little boy. Now, you untie me."

"I'm not a little boy," Jim told the girl sternly, sticking his face out toward her and glaring at her. Dawn was shocked at the age and anger she saw in those dark glittering eyes.

"I know you're not, Jim. I'm sorry. But my hands are beginning to hurt, so could you untie me now?"

"No."

"Please? We can play this game some other time, honey. I'll let you tie me up like this again. I promise."

"No."

"Well, it's going to be getting dark pretty soon, you know. Untie me, and I'll help you find your doggie. What's his name?"

"No."

"Jim, I want you to let me go, now. Right now. You hear me?"

"No. And it's not getting dark, either. It's not nice to lie."

Dawn sighed heavily. How do you reason with a child's mind? She had no idea. What could she do? She fought the cords around her wrists again, but gave up quickly. It was useless. He had really tied her tight. She wasn't going to get away until he decided to free her. But maybe if she went along with the kid, he'd get bored. She would let him get his little jollies tying her up, then he'd get bored and let her go.

"OK," she said. "You win. You're in charge, Jim. What are you going to do to me?"

Jim stared at her without saying a word. Dawn watched his dark eyes rove over her face. He started to reach out to brush the hair from her face, but he stopped.

"No," she said. "Go ahead. Please. Brush it behind my ear." Dawn turned her head to make it easy for the boy to do it, but he didn't move.

Dawn looked at him.

He was staring at her chest. With her shoulders pulled back against the trunk of the tree, Dawn's tits were forced up high and pushed outward, making them look even larger than they were. She had beautiful tits for a girl her age, large and round and firm, riding high on her chest, needing no support. Now, bound as she was, her tits looked gigantic. The young tits strained against the material of her blouse, pulled it taut across her chest.

"Don't be naughty," she said, growing embarrassed as the little boy continued to stare at her tits. She squirmed uncomfortably. Her back felt like it was being gouged by the rough ridges of bark, and her shoulders hurt like hell from the strain of being pulled so far back. "Uh, could we get this over with, please?" She saw the little boy's dark eyes widen as he dropped his gaze lower. Frowning, she glanced down at herself, and with a loud groan she shifted again, quickly, and slapped her thighs together. In her struggle to get comfortable, her skirt had ridden up very high on her thighs, exposing the white cotton crotch of her tight panties.

Jim licked his lips, his eyes burning.

"Now you're getting nasty," the blushing girl scolded.

Jim eyed the young girl strangely, and Dawn felt a twinge of apprehension sweep up from her guts and clutch her heart. Much too late, she realized just how far out of hand things had really gotten.

"I'm not nasty," Jim said at last. "You are." He looked deep into Dawn's bright-blue eyes. Her pretty face was partly hidden behind a soft cloud of her blonde hair, but Jim could see how hard the girl was glaring back at him.

"I've really got to be going home, now, Jim," she said through gritted teeth, speaking the words very slowly, as though they were a threat.

Without saying a word, the boy started searching the ground for something. When he found a stone, Dawn pressed her head back against the trunk of the tree.

"What are you going to do with that?"

Jim moved closer to the girl's head, his eyes squinting as he looked carefully at Dawn's pretty mouth.

"Oh, God. Please don't do this," Dawn pleaded, suddenly understanding exactly what the little boy had in his diabolical young mind.

Jim lifted the large stone to her lips, rubbed it lightly against the sensitive soft moist pink flesh. The stone was dirty.

"No!" Dawn sputtered, twisting her face aside. "No! You're not putting that filthy thing in my mouth, damn you! Let me go!"

She took a deep lungful of air, twisted her face sharply to the other side to avoid the stone, and started to scream as loudly as she could. But Jim was too fast. He grabbed a fistful of Dawn's silky hair and yanked her head hard, forcing the side of her face against her shoulder. At the same time, he ground the dirt-crusted stone against her lips, crushing the soft flesh against her teeth. She'd gotten her mouth closed just in time, but it did her no good. The stone hurt. If he kept grinding it against her lips, he would break her teeth. She had no choice. She whimpered, and opened her mouth wide. Jim shoved the stone roughly between her lips, behind her teeth. The heavy filthy object rested directly on the young girl's wet tongue. She moaned as Jim wrapped the big red scarf around her head, fitting it carefully over her mouth and lips so she couldn't spit out the dirty stone. She sat still, not fighting the boy while he tied the scarf in a tight knot under her ear. When he finished, he sat back away from her and looked at her like she was a newly trapped animal.

Dawn sighed through her nose. She was truly at the boy's mercy now. But at least he hadn't broken any of her lovely teeth.

Jim sat there, eyeing his handiwork. Slowly, a huge grin spread across his young face. Dawn sighed again and let her shoulders sag as much as they could. She was here for the duration. The less she responded, the sooner the boy would get bored with her. Then he would let her go.

Jim stood up. Dawn watched him through the cascade of her blonde hair over her eyes. He seemed to be enjoying her utter helplessness. He moved around behind the tree, and Dawn winced as he tested the knots near her wrists. He had tied that fucking cord tight. Her hands must be blue by now. They were numb and cold. She worked her fingers to try to restore circulation, but all she got for her trouble was a pair of painfully tingling hands.

Jim came around the front of her again. He looked her over from head to toe, pausing for a long moment at her bare thighs.

Dawn was beautiful. As beautiful as his sister, Susan. He felt a pleasant stiffening in his prick, and a knot of harder pleasure twisted his guts. He remembered how pretty the girl's panties had looked, so taut and full and pure white against the tanned flesh of her bare thighs, hidden just under the hem of her skirt. Not hidden well enough. He wanted to see Dawn's panties again.

Dawn knew exactly what the boy was thinking, exactly what he wanted. She gulped around the huge stone in her mouth, felt herself begin drooling. She kept her eyes on the young man in front of her, worried about what he might do next to reach his goal.

Maybe it would be better if she did it for him. If she opened her legs and let him look, maybe that would satisfy him and it would be over.

She felt her warm saliva spill over her lower lip, where the scarf had slipped up into her mouth, and drip down onto the front of her blouse. Her arms and shoulders ached, and her jaw was beginning to hurt.

She grunted to get his attention. When he looked at her face, she nodded her head slowly, then lowered her eyes. Then, slowly, she stretched her legs out straight and parted them. She lifted her knees, spread them, drew her heels up toward her ass, spread her knees wider, opening her thighs and fully exposing the stark-white crotch of her cotton panties.

Jim gulped so hard that Dawn heard it. She closed her eyes for a moment and actually felt a rush of pleasure at the young boy's reaction to her body. She watched him as he took in the view of her beautiful crotch.

He was actually quite a good-looking young man. He was going to grow into a real hunk, that was for sure. Already, Dawn noted with appreciation, Jim had a powerful little body.

His face didn't have the puffy fullness of most boys his age. Or the innocence, either. He looked strong, willful, even manly.

Dawn took pleasure in letting the boy look at her panties. She relaxed as much as she could. She was astonished at how sexy she was beginning to feel.

Jim stared and stared, fascinated by the taut crotch of the young girl's unstained white cotton panties.

He had to touch her. He had to feel her. His heart pounded violently in his chest as he stood there. He shivered with a strange sensation and sank to his knees in front of the girl. He moved forward, up between her feet. He had to see under her panties, touch, feel…

Dawn shook her head hard. She saw the boy reach out with his hand. She slammed her legs together and shifted to the side. He could still see the underside of her thighs and her panty-clad ass cheeks, but her cunt was protected.

But not for long.