Aunt Sharon enslaved

CHAPTER ONE

Diane Farnsworth stumbled back against the overturned crate of oranges, her arms flailing to either side of her. When she saw her cousin Billy lunge at her once more, she screamed, regaining her balance and rushing away from his clutching hands. Her cheeks still stung from the slap he had given her.

"No! No! Don't touch me!" she screamed. Her blue eyes were wide and rounded while her feet stumbled through the thick layer of straw on the barn floor. She had to get out! He was crazy! He had torn away the front of her dress, shouting that he was going to… to fuck her right now!

Diane stumbled again, pitching forward onto her knees. It was all the dark-headed stud behind her needed. Cursing, he reached down and grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair. Diane shrieked, her eyelids fluttering while her arms shot out to either side of her body. A pulse leaped through her throat as she felt him pulling her back, her hair tearing from her scalp.

"Help me! God, somebody… uhhhh!"

Jerking her head up, Billy brought his fist around in a broad arc, smashing his knuckles against her chin. Diane's head snapped back, her body jerking to one side as she tumbled to the filthy barn floor. Still conscious, the young blonde scratched her nails against the floor, desperately trying to crawl to the door and get out. But her cousin was fast, crushing her fingers with the heel of his black leather boots. Diane screamed, her body twitching against the floor as she felt the dirty leather crunching the tiny bones of her fingers.

"Try shoutin' out again and I'll throw you in the threshing machine," Billy growled.

Diane groaned with relief as he pulled his boot off her hand. Drawing her fingers against her belly the girl pulled her knees up to a fetal position. She didn't want to look at her cousin. She didn't want to see that handsome face, at one time so placid, now red with hatred. What had set him off that way? At dinner this evening he was as polite as usual – even more so.

And now… she shivered to think of how this was going to end.

"Billy, please, I haven't done anything to you," she said, blinking the hot, burning tears from her eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He stood there, scratching his chin thoughtfully, nudging her ass with the toe of one boot. She could feel her dress starting to inch up from that pressure and moved one hand around to pull the hem down. His face darkened.

"'Cause it's just the way I am. I wanna fuck you. You try to push me away. Nobody pushes me away and gets away with it!"

Diane couldn't believe what she was hearing. Never, never would she have believed her cousin could act this way. He was so well-mannered. Even her mother, who was staying with them, was impressed with the way he helped around the farm. At eighteen he had taken on the responsibilities of a man, since her uncle had died last year.

And now he was beating on her, telling her vile things, insisting he was going to rape her. And when he bent down, curling his fingers around the collar of her dross, Diane shuddered, flinching away from his touch. That move pleased Billy a lot.

He laughed cruelly, tightening his grip on her dress, then pulling down. She heard a loud tearing sound, then felt a draft up and down the back length of her body. He had stripped her to her bra and panties!

Instinctively, Diane rolled onto her back, throwing her arms over her cunt and tits. Billy was holding the dress in his hand, smelling the material, making Diane cringe with horror. When he tossed the torn garment to the side and came after her, she let out a small animal cry.

Turning around, the girl found herself scrambling on all fours, her tits jiggling in her halter. There it was! The door, just in front of her! It couldn't be more than fifteen feet, twenty at the most! If only she could get her hands on the handle, she could race across the courtyard, screaming her lungs out for help.

Again he grabbed her hair, yanking the teen back until she fell to her knees. Billy swore, jerking her to her feet, then reaching around and cupping his right hand around the crotch other panties. Diane's mouth dropped open air nostrils flared. She had never had a man touch her there. Not like this! He was rubbing the thin material into her cunt, panting like an animal against the back of her neck while his knees were pressing up against the backs of her legs.

When she tried drawing back from the touch, she realized she was shoving her ass up his crotch. She could feel something very hot and hard back there moving against her asscrack. Diane's eyes rounded and she jerked forward, her face blanching at the thought of how she was exciting her cousin.

"Yeah, feelin' that nice ass of ours up against my cock's nice. You ain't too shy, are you? You wanna get fucked."

"No, no!"

How she bated that word! He kept whispered to her as if it were a chant. His tongue snaked in and out of her ear while those terrible fingers were smoothing across her panties, playing with her, teasing her cruelly.

And then Diane felt two fingers slip under the leg band and begin to plow through her cunt thicket. She fought harder against her cousin, twisting and turning while hunching his groin up against her ass.

"No! No! God, help me! Somebody out there, help me!"

Diane's voice cracked as the finger-fucking grew more intense. For a moment she thought he was going to pop her cherry with his jagged nails. But no, that would be too simple for her cousin. She began to feel instinctively that he had something more planned for her – something far more painful, more creative.

He shoved another finger into her cunt, stretching her outer lips thin while rubbing his thumb against her clit. The sensation was shocking! Diane shivered, her white flesh breaking out into goosebumps while her feet slipped back over the floor. Her ass jiggled sexily in her panties while her tits seemed to swell in the confines of her bra.

To her shock, Diane felt her nipples starting to harden – to grow itchy and hot while an odd kind of pressure began to throb between her legs. No! No! This couldn't be exciting her! This was sick, something that should make her retch!

Diane struggled to throw those thoughts from her mind as much as she fought to free herself from Billy's fingers.

"Man, I can feel you startin' to get warm down there. Thought you were nothin' but a slut 'specially the way you waged that as around me all the time," he breathed.

"Not true! It's not true!"

Billy pulled his fingers out suddenly, letting her go and spinning the teen around. Before Diane could get her bearings, she felt his hand slap her hard across the face. The girl stumbled back, then tumbled to the floor. She was ma daze, her hair curtaining her. It was what Billy wanted. Reaching down, he ripped her panties from her with one move, exposing her blonde cunt-bush.

But surprisingly, Billy didn't throw himself onto her body as Diane had expected. He slipped both hands under her arms, dragging her back away from the door toward the center of the barn. Diane blinked her eyes clear, feeling still a little woozy from the beating. She looked down at her pussy and felt a warm glow spread over her cheeks. She was nearly naked.

No man had ever seen her this way. Even at school she shied away from the other girls in the showers at the gym, feeling they were all staring at her fully developed body. Only her mother had seen her nude, and then for a brief moment. But now her cousin was familiar already with her body, and would become more so as the moments ticked by.

"Lie still, and it won't hurt so much."

Hurt so much? What was he talking about? Diane twisted her head around in time to see Billy pull out a filthy handkerchief from his pocket. Wadding it tightly into a ball, he brought it up to her lips. Diane nearly retched from the smell and taste of the vile thing. She tried turning her head away from it. But Billy was insistent, pressing his fingers against the junction of her jaws and making her scream with the pain.

Diane opened her mouth wide, shouting out more pleas for mercy while Billy shoved the rag in all the way. The girl lowered her head, feeling her cheeks redden and burn with shame. The young stud was tying a line around her jaw, making sure the material would stay in her mouth no matter what she did.

"Now, we're gonna see, just how you hang in there," Billy said with a chuckle.

There was more rustling around behind me.

But the girl was too humiliated and tired to look.

"Up. Get up!"

He kicked her in the ass, forcing her onto her feet. Diane looked at the strange device dangling in front of her. She had seen her uncle use something like this last year to haul heavy machinery and bales across the length of the large white barn.

It was something like a harness – two wide leather straps hanging down from a single ring, joined at various points by cross leather straps. There were buckles at various points that made it possible to adjust the harness to fit a large or small object. Diane looked up and noticed the rusty condition of the pulleys. The machine probably hadn't been used since her Uncle Ben's death. But now…

"Move!"

Diane walked with her head down to the device, stopping when Billy grabbed her elbows and pulled her back. She felt something fitted across her windpipe, tightening around her neck. Tentatively she reached up and realized it was a thick leather dog collar. The girl closed her eyes in utter humiliation! He was enjoying this, every degrading second of it!

His hands felt her all the time, pawing her like a piece of meat, pinching her flesh until she squealed like a stuck pig. Something else touched her back now. He was running something down from the collar, pulling it taut, the pressure making the leather choke against her windpipe.

Diane's eyes rounded, her fingers curling and pressing against her damp palms. In a moment, she felt Billy's hands against her shoulders, forcing her back down to the floor. She obliged, still keeping her eyes away from him, still hoping against hope that someone would have heard her cries earlier and would investigate.

But no one came. He reached down, slowly unhooking her bra and sliding the halter from her shoulders. Diane wept with shame as the last vestige of her modesty slipped from her body. He had stripped her naked and now… and now was pushing her belly-down against the floor. Her tits pillowed between her body and the straw, the tiny particles of hay pinching her cunt and nipples not unpleasantly.

Billy moved behind her, bending her legs until her heels were pressing up against her asscheeks. There was more rope, more of the sensation of hemp wrapped around her ankles and drawing them tightly together. Diane tried to straighten her legs once more. But Billy knocked them back.

He kept her in that position, straddling ha ankles while attaching the rope leading from ha dog collar to the line binding her ankles, ha moment the girl was hog tied with the line, her ankles bound to her neck. Diane breathed through her flared nostrils, feeling them burn as she sucked in more oxygen to feed her bursting lungs.

She bent her legs back even more to ease the pressure of the dog collar against her throat. Once Diane tried bringing her hands around to slip her fingers between the collar and her neck. Billy saw the move and quickly squelched it, stepping on her fingers once more and bringing out a shriek from the trembling blonde teen. She bit down hard on the filthy rag blocking her mouth, vowing she would kill him once she was free!

"Can't have you fuckin' around while I'm havin' me some fun, right, cousin? Nearly forgot about them hands of pours," he said with a laugh, pulling his feet from her fingers.

Diane sobbed hysterically, her body shuddering with her cries. Billy brought her arms back to the balls of her feet, making her keep her hands together while he took a length of line from the floor and wrapped it around her wrists. Using the bite of the line, Billy secured her hands to her ankles, thus completely immobilizing the wailing blonde teen.

He stepped back, pushing the heel of his boot up against the back of her head and pressing down. He watched as the girl writhed helplessly under the pressure, her flesh growing red under the rubbing of the ropes as she tried to wriggle free. Diane was screaming through the spit soaked gag, her ass-cheeks jiggling with every move she made as she wriggled and writhed against the filthy floor.

Billy laughed again, moving behind the teen and raising his foot. In a moment Diane could feel the cool, smooth sensation of his leather boot rubbing against her asshole. She cried out, biting down hard on the rag. Instinctively the girl jerked her legs back, finding herself choking from the resulting pressure.

Again Diane screamed, easing the pressure against her windpipe while surrendering to the rubbing of that boot into her asshole. She cried more loudly, feeling the leather pressing up into her asshole, rubbing the slick, sensitive bowel lining raw. When he kicked her, sending her rolling end over end on the floor, Diane was almost relieved. She tried to imagine how it would have felt having that boot fucking her, pressing into her bowels, making her filled with that leather. The thought, strangely brought a smile to her lips!

"Man, oh man, it's hot seem you like that. But I ain't gonna waste any more time," Billy said, bringing one hand down and scratching his cock through his Levi's. "We're gonna get you up there, baby, so you can get a good view of what's happenin' around here, right?"

Diane muttered through the filthy gag, watching through tear-glazed eyes as her cousin adjusted the harness. He pulled a few straps, adjusting the rings until the worn leather took on the shape of a sturdy crane. He raised ha from the floor, hauling the girl carefully up, then rolling her forward until Diane slipped down into the leather harness. At first she nearly pitched forward and roll out. But Billy was careful, slipping her around until the leather crop-piece at the bottom fit tightly on either side of her cunt.

It was another shockingly good feeling, the cool smooth rubbing sensation of the black leather against her pussy-lips. Diane bit down into the soft handkerchief, feeling her heart start to race and beat against her ribcage. That itchy, concentrated feeling in the pit of her cunt was growing more and more heated now that she hung there with the leather rubbing against her pussy…

Billy didn't notice her reaction at first, however, adjusting the straps around her, fitting the leather up against her nipples, then sliding the remainder of the halter around her ass-cheeks to keep her firmly in place. Diane closed her eyes, drinking in the sensation of the leather moving over her tits, over her cunt, working into her asshole. Those horrible thoughts she had tried to drive from her mind were sneaking back in again, making her body react in a strange, delicious, and naughty way.

Billy pulled her legs down purposely, choking the collar once more against her windpipe. She stared down at her cousin in shock and horror, bouncing on the straps and feeling the two bottom ones slide an inch into her cunt. She groaned, her jaws tightening while a pulse leaped through her throat. Tiny beads of cold sweat dotted her forehead as the girl's mind reeled. She wondered what more her cousin had planned for her.

"Now, you're all dressed up for me. Yeah, baby, all for me!"

He couldn't rape her like this. What was he talking about? Diane watched him like a hawk trembling in the ropes as Billy studied her, savage grin growing broader with every passing moment. He sighed, then turned away, shuffling through the straw toward the door. Was he going to leave her like this all night? Was he mad? Didn't he know someone – one of the hands, her mother, Aunt Helen – would come in and find her like this?

But no. He was turning to where the tits, bridles and riding crops were. Studying them for a moment, Billy chose a black leather crop, testing it by whipping the thongs against the barn wall, then back to her. Immediately, Diane knew what he was going to do with it. She cried out again through the gag, writhing in her bonds, then stopping as she found herself choking herself with those moves.

Helpless! She was completely helpless, unable to defend herself against her crazy cousin. He snapped the crop against the side of his pants, watching her jump at the cracking sound. Then with a broad motion, he swung the crop up, the leather thongs crackling against one another. Diane's eyes followed them on their inevitable course, hissing through the air until they sliced hotly into her belly flesh.

The teen shrieked through her gag, snapping her head back and feeling the hot, stinging blow radiate through her body.

Billy savored her first scream, drawing the leather around her neck, tightening one of the thongs around her throat, then bringing the handle down to her tits. Diane loathed him more than ever, wishing she could scratch that ugly, hateful face. She sucked in another lungful of air, feeling the straps seem to tighten around her cunt and nipples as she tensed for the next blow.