"I did, too," Tommy said.

They stepped back, giggling in an evil sound.

Janice shivered, feeling the come juice dripping down her flesh. It felt hot on her, almost like scalding water. Yet, there was something exciting about the sensation, something she couldn't describe.

"Now what are gonna do to her?" Freddie asked.

"Let's really tie her up," Tommy replied.

They untied Janice's wrists, letting her feet go flat on the garage floor. When she lowered her arms, they ached as feeling returned to them. She sobbed quietly, head down to conceal the shame burning on her pretty face.

Janice gave a muffled cry as her hands were jerked behind her back. She would have fallen if Freddie had not been holding her upright. She felt ropes being wrapped around her wrists again, and she wished they would turn her loose. She promised herself she would not tell on them if they would let her go right now. She wanted to tell them that, but the tape prevented any sound other than moans. She felt Tommy's cock brushing against her hands as he tied her wrists securely.

Freddie and Tommy were taller and bigger than her, and so much stronger. She was, after all, just a tiny little girl, and her cunt was as bald as the day she had been born. Tommy and Freddie at least had a little hair on their cocks, she had seen. That fascinated Janice as much as those cocks and balls had.

She wondered if she would let them play with her without being tied up this way. It was naughty, she knew. Her mother had told her many times how nasty it was to let a boy see under her skirts and it was especially nasty if they touched her there. But Janice didn't know if it would be nasty or not. Sometimes she wanted it and sometimes she didn't.

"Sit down, Janice," Tommy said. "Sit down here."

Janice sat down awkwardly, drawing her knees to her chin as a means of concealing her nakedness. But that was just what the boys wanted.