The girl was being forced to squat down on something sharp. The picture was a tight close-up of her wincing, agonized, but very beautiful face.
Julie winced with her, suddenly feeling again the terrible sharpness of the sawhorse against her cunny – that day two years ago, when she had just turned ten years old, when Frank and Sam…
"Bang! Bang! You're dead!"
"I am not! You missed!"
Running and dodging wildly through the trees, Julie outraced the nearest boy and ducked quickly into a tiny grove of bushes that hid her from his sight.
He passed nearby, calling, "Hey, Julie! Where are you? Aw, come on! That ain't fair!"
He was joined by Frank, who stood waving his cap pistol menacingly at waist height. Julie liked Frank a lot. He moved next to Sam and called out, "Come on, Julie! The Indians gotta tie you up so the cowboys can save you!" And since that statement seemed entirely logical to Julie's ten-year-old mind, she simply stood up and waited.
Sam caught sight of her first.
"Okay, paleface! Hands up!"
Julie, who didn't think it was slightly strange that the Indians would have pistols and be wearing cowboy outfits, slowly raised her slender arms straight upward over her head, then stepped timidly out from the center of the bushes.
She was wearing a very short yellow skirt with cowgirl tassels around the hem. Her blouse was red and fitted very tightly over her unformed little chest, clearly outlining her two sweet little nipple nubbins, those small pre-pubescent swellings of dark brown that showed so invitingly through most of her thin blouses. She didn't wear a bra yet, but her mommy had promised her that very soon they would go shopping for her first training bra!
"March!" Frank commanded her, jabbing the barrel of his gun hard into the little girl's back.
"Ouch! Not so hard!" Julie protested.
She marched in the direction Frank had shoved her. As the children neared the huge, weather-beaten double doors at the back of the barn, Julie began to wonder what was going on. Usually, they just wrapped some long clothesline around her waist, pulling her tiny body back against the nearest tree.
She turned and started to ask Frank why he was taking her into the barn. Her daddy had warned her a lot of times about going into this place. It was dark and dangerous, and sometimes people used it for doing awful things! She knew a lot of terrible stories about this dark old barn, and even if none of them were true, the building was very old and unsafe. It could fall down any time at all.
But Frank gave her a stern look that told her not to argue with him, and she was a very good little girl, and she did like Frank so that she turned back to the door and kept her fears to herself.
She trusted Frank completely.
After all, wasn't he the cowboy who saved her most often?
She started to lower her arms because they were hurting from being held so high for so long, but Frank jabbed the small of the pre-teen's back with his gun again, pushing her ahead of him through the doors and into the dusty smelling interior of the scary barn.
"Find something we can tie this cowgirl to, Sam!"
Both boys looked all around, but it was hard to see the objects in the barn until after their eyes got used to the dim light. It was Julie herself who first spotted the sawhorse over in the corner.
"How about that thing?" she asked quietly, lowering one arm long enough to point at it, then raising the arm high again.
"Huh?" Sam said, but Frank was already pushing Julie toward it, and Sam followed, fiddling with the trigger on his pistol, which was threatening to fall off.
"Okay, you!" Frank growled, once again poking Julie's sore back with the barrel of the gun. "Pull that thing out away from the wall so we can tie you up to it!"
"Yes, sir," Julie said calmly, taking hold of one end of the huge wooden sawhorse and trying to pull it around.
"Help her, Sam!"
Sam grunted, started to re-holster his gun, but lost the trigger somewhere in the litter of straw on the wooden floor. He said something nasty and shoved the gun into the leather holster, then grabbed the other end of the horse and easily swung it around so it stood several feet out away from the wall.
"Good," Frank said, obviously satisfied. He was walking over toward a pile of rolled baling twine. Sam dashed over beside his buddy, eager to be of help.
Both boys had to climb up onto a low platform made out of standard cement blocks to reach the twine, and it was then that Frank developed his plan to its fullest. He eyed the rope, the heavy cement blocks, the sawhorse and Julie!
He nodded to himself in the cool darkness of the barn, and smiled a smile that was not that of a little boy!
Julie stood quietly, submissively, while Frank came back over to her, carrying a long length of baling twine.
"Okay!" Frank shouted directly into her lovely face. Julie cringed perfectly. "Turn around!"
Julie turned as ordered.
"Put your hands behind your back and cross your wrists!"
Frank was shouting into her ear, and that hurt!
But Julie dutifully obeyed his orders, and instantly felt the roughness of the twine as Frank somewhat over-eagerly wrapped it around her thin wrists, pulling it so tight it cut deeply into her unblemished skin.
"That's too tight, Frank!" she whimpered in protest.
"Shut your mouth, paleface!"
"Okay," the ten-year-old cowgirl whined, sniffing a little and twisting at the rope with her wrists to ease the slightly painful tightness. But it didn't work.
"Now, get up on that horse!"
Julie tried. She walked around the huge thing several times, trying to find some way up by herself, but she couldn't do it, though she lifted her long leg a couple of times to try it.
The sawhorse was gigantic. It had flat wooden sides that extended halfway to the floor, making a huge inverted vee with the point at the top, level with Julie's chest. The angle of the point was very sharp, and the top edge of the point had been made rough and full of splinters from long years of misuse. There was absolutely no way for the little girl to climb aboard the thing with her hands tied behind her back.
Frank and Sam each took one of her arms and lifted her small lightweight body up and over the end of the horse, then set her down, one long leg on either side, her inner legs resting down along the wooden sides.
"Oh!" she gasped as they released her full weight onto the point of the horse!
The sharp wood dug directly into the pretty little girl's taut little cunny, making her moan with the strange sensation.
"Oh! I don't think I want to do this!" the child gasped down to the watching cowboys.
The whole of her slight weight was resting on the point of the sawhorse, and was being borne by her tender virgin countless! She felt like she was going to be sliced in half! And yet it wasn't pain. It was… well, it was… hummmmmm?
Nice?
Julie cocked her head to her shoulder and consciously felt her weight on her cunny. She shifted a little and winced. "Ouch!"
But she didn't ask to be taken down. Her legs were held wide apart by the slant of the boards on the sides of the horse, and this gave the point plenty of room in her crotch to move around, from slicing directly into her body between her two puffy little hairless countless to resting over toward the joining of either leg to her hips. She shifted around on top of the thing, trying to find the most comfortable position. But what she found instead was a truly wonderful pleasure growing down there, down there!
And she found that it was not the most comfortable position that gave her the greatest pleasure in her pussy, but the position that brought the sharpest twinges directly between her lips!