Bound and raped cousin

CHAPTER FOUR

When Darlene opened her eyes again sunlight was streaming into her upstairs bedroom. She lay naked on the narrow bed, staring at the ceiling. Was it a dream? She groaned, rubbing her naked thighs against the smooth white cotton sheets. Lifting her head, Darlene looked at her wrists and ankles. No. It had been no dream. There were the red marks that told her the ropes, the beating, the burning, the fucking had all been real.

"My God!"

Darlene raised herself slowly from bed, pushing her legs over the edge and standing up shakily. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in front of her. No, there were no real outward changes in her body. Oh, there were the whip-marks on her ass and the red areas on her wrists and ankles. Otherwise, everything was the same. But how differently she felt! She had been fucked, really fucked. Her own cousin had torn her cherry away, and in that most foul way. She thought about telling her aunt, then remembered the warning Jeff had given her.

Of course, she could always go home. But then something else tugged at her, something the girl couldn't understand. Just as she was about to turn and draw her suitcase out from under the bed, she felt a chill of excitement. Jeff. The way he had treated her had turned her on. Something dark and devious in the young teenager responded to his battering kind of fucking. She pushed the suitcase back under the bed and rummaged around in her drawers until she found the freshly washed bikini. She would show him. She would show him that what he'd done to her hadn't pushed her into the ground.

With a grim little smile, she took the bottoms and tied the tiny strings around each hip. She snugged the nylon crotchband against her cunt, feeling a tingly sensation prickle her pussy.

Darlene remembered the way Jeff's cock had fucked her cunt to climax, and she shuddered. Though she had an orgasm not so long ago, her body felt expectant, seething to the touch.

What kind of whore was she turning out to be? Her cousin had used her like a thing, beating her, abusing her. And there she was, dressing up purposely to provoke him. She would have to stay close to her uncle. Yes, that was it! She would stay close to her uncle and aunt while she taunted him with her near-naked body. That would show him. Darlene smiled, slipping the tips onto her body and snugging the triangular pieces over her large pink nipples. She could see the ropes poking against the satiny material.

Yes, Jeff would notice her tits. He'd be licking his chops like some damned wolf, wanting to get his mouth back on those tits. And she wouldn't let him. No, sir. She would swing by and make him drool, then run back out her aunt's side. Then and only then would Darlene consider going back to L.A. But she would have her revenge first.

Pulling an old white shirt she'd taken along over her narrow shoulder, Darlene gave herself another last look in the mirror. She turned, sucking in her flat stomach until it made a cave under her ribs. She realized how really small she was. Darlene passed a brush through her hair until the blonde curls fell smoothly over her shoulders. Then she smeared on a tiny dab of pink lipstick. Her lashes were so long she never used make-up on them. Moving away from the mirror Darlene drew a shirt around her tits, buttoning it up modestly so her aunt and uncle would surely not have any objection to her dressing this way for breakfast. It would only be when she was outside with Jeff that she'd remove the shirt and tease him with her body, the body he had so cruelly abused.

"Oh, hello, dear," her Aunt Helen called from below as Darlene descended the stairs. "Jeff told me the two of you had a nice talk the other night. I'm glad. Your uncle's in town getting some supplies, by the way. I've got breakfast all ready for you."

Aunt Helen wan dear, apparently unaware of the monster she'd raised. Darlene slipped into her chair, more than barely aware of her cousin's presence at the other end of the table. Purposely, Darlene let the top button of her shirt become undone. When she bent forward to reach for her fruit juice, she knew he'd be able to see her tits.

"I'm afraid I'm going to be busy today. I'm glad the two of you are talking. You'll keep Darlene entertained around her until we can spend more time with her, won't you, Jeff?"

Darlene felt a tremble of black excitement rush through her.

"Sure, Ma, no problem. We see a lot alike, her and me," Jeff said with a grin.

"She and I," Aunt Helen corrected, shaking her head and wagging a finger at him. "I don't know what I'm going to do with him," she said, serving breakfast.

Darlene ignored her aunt's complaints, barely able to concentrate on her breakfast. She pushed her fork lazily along the plate, always aware of her cousin's eyes boring down into her. In a moment he had wolfed down his food and mumbled something to his mother about repair work in the barn. Darlene finished, helping her aunt clear the table and wash the dishes. All the time, the girl was feeling that hot tingle in her pussy. She couldn't tear herself away from the idea of teasing her cousin to a frenzy, then leaving him high and dry.

When Darlene was certain her aunt was busy about the house, she stepped outside, shading her eyes from the brilliant July sun. All around, the brown scrub-brush hills of the high chaparral country surrounded her uncle's small farm. The sound of tractors roaring nearby filled her ears. The farmhands were all out in the fields now. Maybe her cousin was with them. Something like disappointment filled ha. Then she heard tools clanking out in the barn and knew Jeff had to be there. She smiled grimly, casting one last look over her shoulders. Then she unbuttoned her shirt completely and let it fall from her narrow shoulders. She trailed it along behind her in the dirt, walking slowly past the opened barn door. She looked quickly inside and thought she could see Jeff leaning against the front of a tractor. Did he see her? The pounding, metallic sounds stopped. Yes, she was sure he had.

She smiled again, stopping and stretching. He wouldn't dare make a move, not with his mother in the house. All she had to do was scream out and everything would be over. Even Jeff wouldn't risk something like that. Feeling power surging through her Darlene continued walking, putting a little swing to her hips and knowing her ass was bouncing sexily. Oh, what a slut she was! And that thought made her cunt itch and burn all the more!

Darlene padded barefoot a few more feet, finally realizing the hot dirt was burning her naked soles. She should have brought her sandals with her. Going past the barn door once more, she started back to the house when she saw her cousin coming out from the barn. Then she stopped, her heart feeling very heavy as it pounded against her chest.

"What the fuck you doin' out here, paradin' around like that?" he snarled.

Darlene held her breath. He seemed even more handsome, more virile in broad daylight. He was standing there bare chested, his flesh streaked with sweat.

"Nothing," she managed to say innocently enough. "It was hot and…"

"And what? Thought you'd go out for a walk, paradin' your cunt around like the little whore you are, huh?" Jeff snapped.

Jeff had gripped her upper arm, his fingers hurting her. She winced, puffing back.

"You leave me alone," Darlene threatened, looking toward the house. "You touch me, and your mother's gonna find out out…"

Her warning was interrupted by the sound of a car starting. Darlene slivered. It was her Aunt Helen, driving away with a wave of the hand out the window.

"No, no, come back!"

Somehow Darlene managed to pull away from her cousin, running after the car and waving her shirt wildly above her head like a flag. She had never thought of her aunt taking off this way. She wouldn't have gone this far if she'd known she'd be left alone.

"Meant to tell you. When dad's gone into town, my old lady goes in lots of times to have lunch with him. The farmhands are good about their work, and I'm always around. Even got some of my buddies in there," Jeff said in an even voice. "Told 'em about you, about how you performed for me. They wanna see you dance around for 'em, too."

"No!"

Darlene stood in the middle of the dusty barnyard, the sun burning her flesh. The tables had been, turned in an instant. She looked around for some help. No one was there to intercede for her. The hired help were over the hills now in the outer fields. They wouldn't be able to hear a thing. They were too far away, and their equipment was too loud.

"C'mon inside, baby. It's fuckin' hot out here. We got some plans for you."

Just at that point five young men strolled from the barn, all of them stripped to the waist and looking hungrily at her.

"Boys from the Valley. They all wanna fuck you. But I told 'em you only take on the best, me," Jeff said, jutting a thumb at his chest.

"Na!"

Darlene turned and began running as fast as she could from the group. The shirt dropped from her hand as her naked soles pounded the hard, hot dirt. Jeff took off after her, his friends cheering him on from behind. Darlene let out another sobbing cry, her hair streaming behind her.

"You ain't gonna go far. You don't know this area, and I'm fuckin' faster than you are."

Darlene still didn't care. She had to run for her life, run as fast as she could. Jeff grabbed her hair several seconds after the girl had taken off. He yanked back, pulling her head back and finally giving her a hard tug. The pull knocked the girl off balance. With a cry of despair Darlene found herself stumbling over her feet, tumbling forward and rolling over and over until she finally came to rest on her belly.

"Oh God!"

She was choking on the dirt as a cloud of dust puffed up around her. Jeff stood above the trembling girl, one boot on either side of her body.

"That was a Goddamned stupid thing for you to do. Should've left with my old lady or somethin' – unless you wanted more of the same. 'Cause that's just what you're gonna get."

He reached down, grabbing Darlene by the left wrist and hauling her to her feet. The girl kept her eyes down. Her plan had backfired. Instead of her teaching him a lesson, the girl realized he was going to teach her one.

"Just let me go," she said, her head still lowered. "I promise I'll go back to L.A. today."

"You ain't goin' nowhere, and I don't think you wanna go nowhere. You like this, baby. You like the game. And you're gonna play it with me."

He marched her back to his buddies. Darlene shaded her eyes again. The sun was terribly hot.

"C'mon, Jeff, let's see some action."

"Yeah, we came out here to work, but we got some fun commin' our way."

"This the little slut you been tellin' us about? Man, just lookin' at her makes my prick hot and hard. C'mon, honey, you wanna fuck?"

Someone reached out and patted her on the ass. Darlene let out a cry, shrinking away from the touch. They were attacking her in a circle now, rubbing their pricks, leering at her as she cringed. Jeff came up behind her, slipping both hands under the strings barely holding up her bikini then jerking them down.

With one move, he'd stripped her naked. Darlene let out a cry, throwing both arms around her tits while folding one leg over the other to try to hide her cunt. The men whistled and laughed at her. Jeff moved in, turning her around and around like a puppet dangling from a string.

"Oh no, no!"

Were they all going to rape her? Darlene had read stories in the papers about gang rapes – how groups of men cornered one girl and fucked her into madness.

"Hot pussy. Man, you can smell it," he said, tossing the suit to one of his buddies.

"Yeah, real little cunt… man, that's a good smell," a tall redhead stud murmured.

Darlene shuddered, feeling so vulnerable standing there naked under the burning California sun.

Jeff gave her a push, this time punching her squarely between her jutting shoulderblades. Darlene stumbled. The girl could barely keep her balance.

"Now you show them bitch. You show them how proud you can walk. Parade that ass around just like you was doin' before in front of the barn door – when you thought you were so fuckin' safe!"

His words taunted her, Darlene sniffed, rubbing her nose with the back of one hand as she observed the group of men staring back at her.

Had she really believed she could get back at her cousin for having humiliated her? Perhaps she was secretly hoping something like this would happen. That curious thought flitted across her confused mind only for a moment. Then she felt someone slap her ass hard with the broad part of his hand. She squealed, turning around while trying to slap away the offending hand. She had no idea how long her aunt and uncle would be away from the farm. It was like it had been the other night, only worse. Then she had had only Jeff to contend with. Now, there was the whole gang!

A cloud of dust swirled into her face, making her cough and choke. Someone was purposely kicking dirt up at her. She turned her head, falling to one side while covering her nose and mouth with her left hand. Fear swept over her like a giant ocean wave. Jeff was right behind her. She turned, flinging an arm to protect her face. He jerked her to one side, his fingers tightening around her upper arm.

"Now, march, around here, march."

He shoved her, watching as Darlene stumbled, got her balance, then stopped. She felt confused and terribly naked in front of his friends.

"Maybe we should throw her in the combine," someone shouted from the crowd.

"Yeah, take the slut out in the field and throw her in that thing. Be just the thing for a bitch like her," the redheaded stud added.

"Yeah, but I don't wanna get her chopped up like same fuckin' piece of straw – yet, anyways. She's good fuckin' material, man. Just wait till you stick your cock in her and you'll find out."

Her cousin's remark brought murmurs of approval from his buddies. Darlene watched as one man made a grab for her. It was the redhead, the depraved one who had suggested they kill her. She shrank away from him, drawing her arms close to her body. Someone slapped her ass again. It was Jeff, pinching her ass, squeezing the flesh until he made it black and blue.

"Hey, we can see how you belted the slut!" the redhead shouted.

"Yeah, Jack, she really dug in. Man, squealin' and screamin' while I was knockin' her around, and all the time she couldn't pop her ass up high enough for the belt," Jeff said, throwing back his head and laughing.

"That's not net," she shouted back, her face reddening with shame.

"Lyin' slut!" Jeff shouted.

He raised his fist, threatening to bring it down on her head. Darlene screamed, dodging him and running back toward the men. Her tits bobbed, slapping together while her thighs jiggled from her frantic moves. Darlene was panting heavily, her vision blurred.

They all seemed to be chasing her at once. Someone was slapping her ass, then another guy hit her across the face. A fist narrowly missed crashing into her chin while another succeeded in landing squarely against her lower back. The young teenager shrieked in pain, her body snapping backward while her knees gave way from the pain. Jeff held her around the waist, leaning back for balance and whirling her around and around. Her arms and legs flew out in front of her, her long blonde hair splashing across her face and blocking her vision. She felt sick from the violent spinning. Then he let go, sending her into a twisting, spinning movement. Darlene finally tumbled to the pound. More dust flew into her nostrils and mouth as she felt a sharp jolt of pain take her breath away. For a moment Darlene thought she had broken her arm. Struggling up from the hard dirt and rubbing her shoulder, the girl heard running behind her.

"No, oh no!"

Scrambling about like an animal, Darlene found herself running on all fours. In a second the redhead was an tap of her, one hand tearing at her hair whie another was beating her savagely across the back. Screaming and twisting around like a wild woman, Darlene felt all rational thought evaporate as she fought with all her strength for survival.