JENNY By Tommy Part 2 A strange sound dragged her from her peace. The car again. She was in a car! She opened her eyes. Was it…. Must be! Her arms and legs were still tied together. The realization that it hadn't all been a cruel dream hit her hard and the tears started. She'd been in a boat, yes? Now a car? For a few seconds the images that had accompanied her drug-induced slumber returned, and she grasped desperately at the theory that had previously seemed so certain. Any moment now and it would all be over. The man had mixed her up with someone else. He must be a policeman! After all, she'd heard her daddy say how stupid the police could be sometimes. They stopped. Where? She felt the door being opened and forced herself to keep quiet while she was bundled out and slung over the man's shoulder. She had to stay calm. He'd soon take the thing off her head, then she'd tell him her name and he'd understand. Everything would be fine, just …. A large hand patted her bottom and she flinched. A policeman shouldn't do that – surely? To her consternation, the hand stayed there, gently squeezing her buttocks. A finger slid between her thighs and prodded her swimming costume, now completely dry. "Right, let's get you inside, shall we" she heard the man say. Tom gave the girl's thigh one last squeeze and carried her down into the cellars, past the chamber containing the boat, down a narrow corridor before nudging open a door on the right. Jenny felt herself being lowered onto a soft surface. A bed? The sack over her head was slowly pulled off. "Open your eyes slowly" whispered Tom. "Give them time to get used to the light." Through her eyelashes, Jenny saw bright fluorescent lights in the ceiling. Yes, it was a bed. A double bed. Moving her head slightly, she saw she was in a large room. A bedroom? Certainly seemed that way. But why were there all those cupboards and tables along one wall? So messy! The man's head came into view and she felt tears forming again. His thin lips were smiling, but there was something about his eyes. Green eyes staring at her. The bright lights seem to exaggerate his angular features and made his cropped brown hair appear spikey. "P…please, I…" The man put his finger to his lips. "Ssshh little girl! I'll explain everything shortly. I'm going to untie you now, and I don't want you to speak or move till I say so!" Tom saw her lip trembling and gently unfastened the Velcro straps binding her wrists together. "Rub the skin" he instructed her, starting on her ankles. "It'll help the circulation." He stood up and surveyed his prize. Not the best he'd ever got, but close. The girl's tight fitting swimming costume was light green with wavy white lines and fitted snugly over her puppy fat. Straight light brown hair down to her shoulders. A pair of chestnut eyes gazed up at him, tears in the corners. Tiny freckles on her nose made her appear younger than suggested by her small breasts. Shame the swimming costume wasn't a bit thinner though! He did so like to see a well outlined pussy! Never mind, plenty of time for cameltoes later! "I'm sure you have lots of questions" he said in a friendly tone, slipping the straps in his pocket. "How do you feel? Any headaches?" Jenny rubbed her ankles, one of which had been chafed sore by the Velcro. She shook her head. "No, but…." Her voice trembled and two more tears ran down her cheeks. She had a high pitched but rather quiet plaintive voice. "Why did you bring me here? Why…" Tom raised his hand and shook his head. "First things first." He stroked her arm and she froze. Poor thing, he thought. Absolutely terrified. "Hungry?" She nodded. Yes, hungry, thirsty and… Behind the man, she could see a bathroom. Suddenly she realized that she needed to pee. Very badly. In fact… Tom followed her eyes and laughed. "Yes, I'm sure you need the bathroom. Well, I tell you what, I'll come back and see how you are in thirty minutes." He looked at his watch and pointed to a clock next to the bed. "Let's say at eight thirty." Jenny looked at the clock, then back at the man. Was all this really happening? "A few things I want you to do now." He pointed to a large plate on one of the tables. "There are some sandwiches and bottles of juice over there. Eat as much as you want." He nodded towards the bathroom. "Take a shower and change out of your swimsuit . You'll find some clothes on the chair inside." He paused. "When you're ready, go to the corner over there" He pointed to the far wall. "When I come back, I want to see you facing it, hands on your head, legs well apart and on your tip-toes." He enjoyed the look of confusion on her face. "That's standard practice here. I'll explain later." Patting her tummy, he winked and walked out, closing the door carefully behind him. Left alone, Jenny looked around her. Was it really a bedroom? But why no windows? The floor looked like just bare concrete, yet in one corner there were white rugs, cushions, mirrors and shiny robes hanging from the wall. A few black tripods with video cameras were only a few feet from the side of the bed. Her hands shook and she wiped her eyes, the hunger in her stomach and need to pee reaching fever pitch. She raced to the bathroom and jumped on the toilet, yanking back just enough of her swimsuit to allow her to pee. Oh that was good! The bathroom was larger than she'd thought it would be. For a few seconds, she wondered what was different. Yes, there was no door! Why not? Her bladder now satisfied, the pangs of hunger had her full attention. Not bothering to flush or wash her hands, she rushed to the plate of sandwiches and devoured them as if in a race, pausing occasionally to take a few frantic gulps from the bottle of juice. Now what? Shower? Her swimsuit was itchy. She'd change clothes, then ask the man to call her parents. He must realize by now that it was all a mistake, surely? Trying hard to dismiss the niggling fear at the back of her mind that she might be wrong, she sped back to the bathroom, briefly answered another call of nature, and turned her attention to the shower. Yes, it was easy to work –fortunately. Warm water ran over her body and she pulled off her swimming costume, face turned up to meet the delicious jets streaming from the shower head.. One minute later, she stepped out of the bath and dried herself with one of the large thick towels draped neatly over a rail. Now then, clothes? She picked up one of the garments lying over a small wooden chair next to the towel rail. A white teashirt. Too small surely? Though very stretchy material. So thin! She pulled it over her head and pulled a face. It only just reached her waist. Not exactly uncomfortable though. What on earth? She held up a pair of red knickers in one hand and a short white skirt in the other, eyes going from one to the other. The skirt had an elasticated waist, so should be quite easy to put on, though it did seem a bit too short. As for the knickers! Gingerly, she slipped them on. Even tighter and more stretchy than the tea shirt, the thin red material slid smoothly up over her thighs, tucking itself into all her crevices like a second skin. Yuck! They felt strange! She pulled the tiny skirt up and went to look at herself in one of the large mirrors at the far end of the room. Her mouth dropped. She looked awful! Perhaps if she pulled the skirt down a bit… No, that looked worse. Why so short? You could almost see her knickers! Oh no, look at the tea shirt! Her small boobies! So well outlined, and the nipples straining hard against the tight material! At school, she was proud of her rather precocious breasts, after all, only about half the girls in her class had started 'developing' in the last year and she had, without doubt, the largest. Well, almost. Beverley had the biggest, but ….. Down to earth thoughts of her schoolmates jolted her into reality and she buried her head in her hands, sobbing hysterically. She wanted Mummy! Please! She didn't want to be a young lady. She was only twelve! All that pretence at being so very grown-up. She was still a little girl! Just let all this be finished! Let the man come back, tell her it had all been a terrible mistake, take her home and…. What had the man said? She glanced round at the clock. Almost eight thirty and… What did she have to do? In the corner, hands on head? Why? No, better do what he said. That way, he'd probably see how good she was. Stepping past the mirror, Jenny placed her hands on her head and stood still, looking up at the ceiling. A solitary strand of spiders web hung down and reached almost to her nose. The warmth and humidity in the room was already causing a thin layer of sweat to creep up her back. To one side, past the wardrobe, stood a large fan. Perhaps the man would switch it on when he came back. "On your toes please. Legs further apart!" She hadn't heard the man come in. Her mouth felt suddenly very dry. Any second now, and it would all be over and she'd be going home. Wouldn't she? But she had to let him know! She turned her head. "I…I think there's been a …" "Face the wall and be quiet!" The words were said softly but with a firmness that made the girl shudder. She bit her lip. The tears were starting again. "I have to ask you some questions now" explained Tom, taking a pen and notebook from the table. "Won't take long, then I'll explain everything. Meanwhile…" Jenny felt his hands at her waist and squealed in terror. What…? "Skirt is way too low. Should be up a bit more. There, that's better." Tom regarded the small girl and rubbed the aching bulge in his pants. Shit, she was sexy! Much better with a bit of her knickers showing. A large pair of pert buttocks pushing up the back of her skirt! Beautiful! His questions were asked with an official-like urgency. Name, age, address, school, illnesses, medication used. He paused. "When you answer me, I'd like you to say 'Sir'. Is that clear?" A short pause. "Y..yes sir." "Have you started your periods yet?" Jenny felt her cheeks turning red. What a question! "Er..no. No, sir." She squirmed. Yes, her mummy had told her about periods, and they'd learned about them at school, but nobody else had ever mentioned them. To her knowledge, only a few girls in her class had started. "Hmm, pussy should be nice and tight. Good!" For a few seconds, Jenny's head felt as light as a balloon. What had he said? What? No, surely… "Okay Jenny, you may turn around. Put your hands behind your back please. The girl turned and Tom exhaled slowly. Oh yes, she was lovely! Not skinny, but not quite plump. Just firm and meaty! "I'll just slip these on and…" Jenny felt the man putting some kind of small straps – leather perhaps – around her wrists. There was a small click as they fastened together. She felt a lump of fear in her tummy. No! Not again! Her voice shook. "P..please sir, I think there's been a mistake. I'm Jenny Simpson. I think you're looking for someone else. I…" Tom smiled. "No mistake Jenny. You're here because I want you here." Ignoring her desperate, scared and confused expressions, he sat down and regarded the girl as if she were a piece of obscure modern art, and only he could appreciate it. I'm going to explain why you're here Jenny." He looked at the bottles of juice on the table. She'd drunk two. Two caffeine tablets in each one. Good! Should be a bit perkier now! "I sell pictures and videos of young girls and you're going to help me make some more." He waited for her to digest this, and continued. "The fact is Jenny, you're going to stay here and help me, whether you like it or not. It should take about a week, but maybe longer. I guess that depends on how good you are." Jenny felt dizzy. Photos…videos…what? "There are four types of pics and videos we make: Lolita, Schoolgirl CP, BDSM and last but not least, Hard core." He grinned. Of course she didn't really understand. Never mind. She would! "But…but you mean..you mean you're not a policeman?" croaked Jenny, a cold numbing realization creeping over her. "I.. I thought that…" "No Jenny, I'm not a policeman" laughed Tom. "I'm a dirty old man who likes making rude videos of little girls and that's why I've kidnapped you. You'll do exactly what I say and if you work well, you'll be allowed to go home in one or two weeks." He sighed. He'd found it best to tell the truth, warts and all, right at the beginning. "Now then, I'm sure you have a lot of crying to do, so back in the corner please while you get it out of the system!" Jenny, eyes already brimming with tears, felt herself guided gently back to her corner. "If you feel you're going to be sick, go to the bathroom." The world dissolved around Jenny. Her whole body shook, both from her sobbing but also from the intense fear she felt. Oh mummy, where are you? It can't be real, just can't! Tom relaxed in his chair and watched the girl's shoulders shaking. He'd give her ten minutes, then get started. Something easy to begin with. "I'm going to unclip your wrist straps now" he said quietly, after a few minutes. Go to the bathroom and blow your nose. Jenny ran gratefully to get some paper, tears still flowing hard. The sound of the young girl blowing her nose made Tom laugh. "Wash your face as well, please Jenny!" She returned after a minutes, a picture of abject misery, wiping her red eyes and still crying. "Back to the corner, hands on head please!" Jenny buried her head in her hands, her sobbing growing louder. "No, please! I want to go home! I want to go! Please..! I want to go home!!" Tom put the tips of his fingers together. Always the same routine. He checked his watch. Shit! Already nine o'clock. Perhaps time for a snack and a few beers? Leave her alone for a bit longer, then… "I want to go home!!" A hysterical scream filled the air. Jenny ran to the door, tugging hard at the handle. Tom watched her for a few seconds, laughing at her futile attempts to open it. "Jenny?" He spoke her name a bit louder. "Jenny?" The young girl looked round, desperation on her face. "Jenny, you will not leave without my permission. Even if you did open the door, there are two more locked doors to get through. Each door has a keypad with a different code. Besides, outside, if the guard dogs don't get you, the other men will!" The last part was said in a tone designed to leave the girl no doubt as to her chances of escape. "They don't speak English so they'd most likely think you were some kind of dirty gypsy immigrant. Believe me, they wouldn't be very nice to you. Not nice at all!" "Let me out! Please, let me out!" screamed the girl, now pounding on the heavy wood. She collapsed in a small heap on the flour, sobbing, tears flowing down her face. Tom waited a minute, then rose. "Back to the corner please Jenny! This is the last time I will ask nicely." He walked past her and unlocked the door. "I'm going out now, and when I come back in thirty minutes or so, I want to see you in the corner as before, legs apart, on tip-toes and hands on your head." He lowered his voice. "Listen carefully Jenny! We can do this the hard way or the easy way. From now on, you will obey every order I give you without question. With luck, we may finish in one week." He paused a few seconds, ensuring that she was listening. "Each time you are disobedient, you'll be punished!" Jenny heard the door close and for a second, wondered if she should try and push it open again. No, what was the point? She'd never get past him. The floor was hard and cool. For a few minutes she lay flat against it, eyes shut tight, body shaking. Why, why? Why her? Please let Mummy and Daddy come! Please!! The shaking stopped, the sobs replaced by low moans. She crossed her arms and hugged herself, rocking back and forth in an attempt of self-reassurance. Why, oh why? One week, two weeks? Longer? What if… What if she did everything the man said, no, really everything? Would he let her go home earlier? Perhaps after a day or so? Perhaps… Through the fear and crying, a small part of Jenny's brain tried to make itself heard. 'Do what he says! It's the only way you'll get out!' This thought, gathering in momentum, caused a fresh bout of loud sobbing, but refused to go away. He'd be back any minute! Hands still trembling, Jenny rose unsteadily to her feet and went back to the corner. Please..please let him keep me just for a day..please! She clasped her hands together on her head and rose on tip-toes, her feet about two feet apart. Please let him be nice to her! Don't let him him hurt her..please! The tears fell. Her lip trembled. Must do as he says! Must keep him pleased! Maybe she'd be home soon… just maybe… Remembering what the man had done before, she hesitantly pulled her skirt up a few inches. Why did he want her skirt higher? In her naivety, she raised the skirt a bit more. After all, he seemed to think it was important. She heard the door open. "Oh good girl!" The words were spoken kindly, nevertheless, Jenny felt her legs trembling. Tom shook his head in surprise. Bloody fantastic! Much better than the last one! She'd taken almost two days to break in. For a second he felt a little disappointed. After all, breaking her in had been fun. A lot of fun! Oh, but look how this one was showing a bit of her knickers! So sweet and innocent. "So Jenny, are we agreed that you'll be a good girl while you're here?" "Y..es sir" replied the girl, her voice shaking. "You're going to be obedient? Do what I say?" Silence for a second. "Yes sir." Tom sat down and placed his beer- his third – on the table. "Well let's see if you're telling the truth shall we?" He pulled one of the camera tripods from the wall. "Turn round!" Jenny obeyed, her eyes moving between the man and the camera pointing at her. Tom smiled reassuringly. "I'm going to take some simple photos now Jenny." He tapped the camera. "Tell me Jenny, do you do PE at school?" Jenny nodded, confused. All the children did PE! "Yes sir." "Ah good. Do you like it?" She nodded again. Why was he asking her about her PE lessons? "Yes sir." "Well, I want you to do some exercises now and when I say 'Freeze', I want you to stop and stay absolutely still while I take photos. Okay?" Jenny felt confused again. Photos of her doing PE? Why? "Yes sir." "I mean really still Jenny. You don't move even a tiny bit. No matter where the camera is pointing, no matter where I am. Understand?" She blinked hard, tears still in her eyes. "Y… yes sir." "Good. Because this will be a test. Just a little test to see how well you behave." Tom saw the confused look on her face and laughed. "Okay, enough talking." He unscrewed the camera from the tripod and pointed to a spot a few yards away on a large creamy woolen rug, above which a number of spotlights were trained. "Over here. That's right. No, you can take your hands down now. Just relax." Jenny was feeling many emotions. Relaxed was quite definitely not one of them. She wiped her hands on her tight tea shirt and felt her young budding breasts through the thin sticky cotton. He wouldn't want to photograph her chest, surely? Suddenly she felt cold. Since they'd first started growing, she'd felt quite self conscious about her breasts. Yes, it was okay to joke about them with her closest friends, show them off to some of the other girls, but… well, grown- ups were different. Even Daddy had never said anything. Daddy! The thought of her Daddy's bedtime hug was vivid and she bit her lip, trying to stem the tears that she felt welling up inside her. Tom held the camera up to his eye. "Right Jenny, some jumping in the air please. Have to get warmed up first , don't we?" Her knees wouldn't move. They were frozen. Jenny felt her whole body tense up as she tried to force her legs to move. A few seconds passed. She saw the man's eyes narrowing and… "Good girl!" Tom nodded and smiled as the girl started to jump up and down. "Excellent Jenny! A bit higher? Yes, like that." Tom wiped his forehead. Shouldn't really have had a third beer. The strong ones as well! They'd gone straight to his head! He pointed the camera at the girl and took a few shots. Of course he wouldn't be selling too many pics this time. Hadn't he already made enough money? Anyway, simple Lolita pics were ten a penny these days. Oh no, the things that made money were the more 'interesting' photos and videos. He clapped his hands. "Great Jenny. Now hands on hips, and bend from side to side. Good!" He saw the young girl glance down again at her chest. He chuckled. Some of the other girls had been the same. So worried about their breasts, yet innocently unaware of other, even more interesting places. "Freeze!" Jenny, leaning over to one side, stopped her exertions. Her eyes followed the man nervously as he walked round her, taking photos, some from low down behind her. Why did he take some round there? "Good, now stretch up high and swing your arms round like a propeller. Fantastic!" Tom licked his lips and nodded encouragingly. "Tell me Jenny, do you wear a skirt when you do gym at school?" Jenny shook her head, a bead of sweat running down the side of her head. "No sir." "Just knickers and vest?" "Er.. yes sir." Tom laughed. "Thought so. Well, the photos won't be very realistic like this, will they? Put the skirt on the table please." Jenny's eyes widened in astonishment. Yes, they did gym in their knickers, but that was at school and besides…. For a few seconds she hesitated, then slowly pulled the skirt down and put it on the table a few feet away. "Okay, much better!" He changed the subject quickly. "Now some starbursts. I wonder if you know how to do those. Some girls don't! Do you?" Despite the three strong beers, his bulge became noticeably bigger. Tom felt light headed. Oh shit, this was amazing! The girl's shiny red knickers clung to her skin, outlining every curve, every crease, and stretchy enough to accommodate all her exertions. He took a deep breath. Oh fuck she was so good! He could never make up his mind which colour knickers he preferred. Navy blue, yes, essential for the schoolgirl pics, and black for some others, sometimes white but…. These red ones were just so provocative! What was the material? Some kind of thin cotton and lycra? Fortunately she wasn't in front of the mirror. He wondered if she realized how she looked now. No, still too innocent. Besides, the material was so light and comfortable, she was probably blissfully unaware of just how well her pussy was outlined. Shit, what a beautiful cameltoe! "Freeze!" Jenny stood perfectly still, arms and legs flung out wide. Tom stroked her hair. "Just a few pics. Don't move!" He crouched down in front of the nervous, sweaty girl and took a few close-ups of her knickers. Jenny looked down. Why was he doing that? Why… She suddenly realized where the camera was trained, and her face turned a deep shade of red. The front of her knickers? So rude…please not there! Tom walked behind her and felt his bulge leap in his trousers. "Oh fuck" he whispered under his breath. The girl's knickers accentuated her large pert buttocks perfectly, hugging each cheek tightly before disappearing deep into her crack. Shit, they fitted so well! Oh, and he had exactly the same design in other colours as well! For a few seconds he imagined how she was going to look for the schoolgirl videos. Unbelievable! "Okay Jenny, er… great. Let's have something a bit different. Lie down on your back. Now lift your hips and support them with your hands. Yes, like that, good. Riding a bike. Good for your leg muscles. Faster! That's better. Great. Now Lift them a bit higher and see how far you can pull them over your head. You've seen those Russian athletes do this, I'm sure. Not easy though. Hands further under your back. Legs further apart. Further! Good…freeze!" A headache slowly growing in intensity was the only thing that stopped Tom's throbbing member from exploding in his pants. He groaned in discomfort. The view down between the girl's legs was pure paradise! What a great idea it had been to make her wear red knickers. Her young plump pussy lips were outlined to perfection, knickers caught deep within their moist crease, competing for his attention with a most provocative bum that just seemed to fill the room. Jenny held her position. The man was taking photos from all around her. What were so special about them? After all she was just a girl, just a twelve year old girl! She glanced between her legs and gasped. With her bum being held up so close to her head, she could see just how tight the knickers were at the front. What on earth…? Yes, knickers often looked a bit like this, but never this much! She hadn't realized how much the material had been pulled inside her private bit. She blushed. Had the man been taking photos of her like this? It can't possibly look nice, surely? Why didn't he mind? Tom crouched down closer and winked. "A few close-ups now." Jenny squirmed with embarrassment. The camera was pointing right… there! Her fingers, busy supporting her hips from underneath, itched to pull the thin material out of her crease. It just didn't seem right! In her naďve innocence, she saw the current state of her knickers as decidedly ugly, no more. How could anybody enjoy looking at something like that? She swallowed and watched aghast as the man moved even closer. She could almost feel his breath between her legs. "Okay Jenny, that's all for now. We'll carry on tomorrow." Tom's headache had worsened and he desperately needed some aspirin. "In the corner please!" Anxious to please and get herself away from the man's camera, Jenny quickly scurried away, adopting the position that by now seemed to be the norm in these situations. Tom groaned both with pain and frustration. All ideas of administering another rohypnol tablet and using her while heavily drugged had vanished. Always best to do it like that for the first few days – until they'd been trained. Far less traumatic. He'd learned that from bitter experience! He sighed and took the memory card from the camera. It was always funny when the girls woke the next morning with no recollection of anything, yet their bumholes as sore as hell. Shit, he was looking forward to fucking that arse! Yes, give it a few days, then he could look forward to a nice evening with her little hands round his cock, learning quickly – very quickly – to use her mouth as well. Plus, of course, the fact that fucking that beautiful bum would be far more enjoyable with her wriggling and crying! He loved the way the girls behaved after their first 'real' buggering. They would employ all sorts of tricks to avoid a repeat performance, realizing very quickly that relieving him with their mouth was far less painful. Proper little whores some of them! Oh, that little eleven year old two years ago! How did she learn that trick with her tongue? He still remembered the look on her face when, tongue working furiously and lips tight around his cock, thinking he was going to come, he'd suddenly picked her up and turned her around. What a lovely tight arse! How she'd screamed! Then ….then the final de-flowering. Oh yes, he'd make sure that this was filmed properly. How to do it? Part of a nice BDSM scene? Schoolgirl scene? Or a nice romantic build up, put some make-up on her, sexy lingerie, music, kissing, undressing, her mouth and hands getting him nice and hard, and then…. Naturally, she'd have to be tied down for the actual de-flowering. Maybe a ball-gag as well? They did tend to make an awful lot of noise, especially if they hadn't started their periods. Oh, and that lovely moment, that delicious feeling when, with his cock only an inch inside them, he told them to get ready! That part of the film was great! The look on their faces when he started pushing his cock all the way in! One hand to his head, Tom went over to one of the cupboards and opened it. Any experienced clothes store manager would have been extremely envious if presented with the choice on offer. A stickler for organization, it took Tom only a few seconds to select what he wanted. "I've put your night clothes on the chair" announced Tom. "There's a small fridge near the door with more sandwiches, juice, milk and water. Eat what you want, then take a shower and go to bed." He looked at the clock and massaged his temples, suddenly feeling a wave of exhaustion washing over his body. A good night's sleep. That's what he needed. He yawned. "Put your knickers and vest in the small basket" he continued, walking to the door. "They have to be washed. I'll be back in just under an hour to check you're comfortable." Jenny heard the door close and for a few seconds, just gazed at the wall. A single tear signaled the first of many. She turned. The sight of the strange room was the signal her brain needed. A strangled cry reverberated from wall to wall and she sank to her knees in anguish. Why her? Why had he taken her? It wasn't fair! She'd always been good. Why couldn't he have taken someone else? Mummy! If only Mummy and Daddy would suddenly come and put their arms round her. Say it had all been a dream. Please let it happen. Please! How long had she cried? She got to her feet and went to the bathroom. Okay, shower! Her tear glands practically empty, emotions exhausted, she switched to automatic pilot. The warm water was comforting. At least the night dress looked nice. She'd seen her cousin wearing one a bit like that. She'd called it 'sexy'. It felt so soft! A bit funny. Thin black material – so smooth and silky. But it was so short! It just about reached the top of her legs. Where were the knickers to wear with it? There weren't any! Rather self- consciously, she hung up the towel and went back into the room, gripping the hem of her night dress to ensure it stayed as low as possible. In the fridge she looked at the sandwiches, took one, changed her mind and put it back. A few sips of water. At least it was cold. Oh yes, that was nice! She drank more. The bed was comfortable. Very comfortable! Somehow, this didn't seem right. Here she was, a prisoner in a strange house and her bed was so soft and welcoming. She pulled the covers up to her chin and cried her eyes out. The strong lights above her were no match for her exhausted state. Slowly the tears dried up. She was asleep. "Shit, I forgot to dim the lights!" Tom saw the small outline under the bedclothes. He froze. Was she asleep? Hope so! Poor kid! Must be exhausted. A quick turn of the dial, and the room became darker. A closer inspection revealed the girl to be sound asleep, her pillow still moist from the many tears she'd shed while slowly succumbing to the sandman. Oh yes, she was a beauty, this one! Those freckles on her nose! Yes, and that mouth! What would those lips be doing in a day or so! Shit! Stop it! Tom tried to keep his imagination quiet. His headache was slowly ebbing and he didn't want it back. His eyes narrowed and he grinned. Sweet girl or not, she had to learn who was in charge. He didn't want to wake her – though if she did wake, then tough! In fact, she didn't stir at all. The soft leather straps were easy to put on her wrists, and since her hands were together anyway, it took only a second to clip them together. It wasn't hard to see that the girl was in a very deep sleep. Tom eased the cover down over her young body and bound her ankles in the same way. Comfortable leather bindings with small metal self-closing clips attached. He chuckled. Should be interesting if she wakes up to pee! Her short night dress had ridden up a few inches. Tom felt his pulse increase. Just move her leg slightly to one side and maybe savour the delights of a plump pre-teen pussy! What better way to end the day? The throbbing in his head increased. No! He needed to sleep. Besides, it would be something to look forward to later. Gently, he pulled the sheet back over the little girl and walked to the door as quietly as possible. What a day! But it was worth it! Oh yes, it was most definitely worth it!