Bound and raped cousin

CHAPTER FIVE

"Uhhhh, no, no, stop!"

Jack was pulling her up from the round, twisting her wrist around so hard she thought he was going to break her arm. Darlene's knees bent, her breath going out from her lungs while stars popped in front of her eyes. Jack dragged her back to the group, making sure his grip on her wrist was firm. With a wide sweeping thrust he swung her around, letting the girl go. Darlene let out a little cry, stumbling around, and finding herself finally crashing back into Jeff.

She was so confused. It was difficult for her to tell up from down. They were screaming at her, pushing her, yelling at her. And all the while there was the threat of more pain, of more fucking.

"Ugh!" Jack was back on top of her, circling one hand around her waist and jerking it in hard. "Oooohhhhh!"

Her ribs ached from that move. He pulled her backward, jerking her legs off the ground. When Darlene kept screaming, he fucked two fingers in her pussy. The move was so surprising the girl let out a yelp, piss spurting from her pussy and wetting down both his hand and her thigh.

"Goddamn bitch! She's pissin' on my fingers," Jack muttered angrily.

"Then make her lick it off," Jeff suggested, laughing loudly with the rest of them.

"Yeah, come on, baby, lick it good," Jack said.

When Darlene refused to do as he ordered, the big redhead squeezed her ass with one hand while pushing his right knee hard into her lower back. The pain resulting from that move was crushing. Darlene opened her mouth and let out a mournful howl. Seeing her reaction, Jack quickly jammed his fingers into her mouth, pushing them down until the tips were brushing against her tonsils. Darlene gagged. The taste of her own piss was overwhelming. But there was nothing she could do. Jack kept telling her to lick, and his fingers were gagging her. Reluctantly, the girl did as she was told, licking his fingers, choking on the taste and smell. All the men laughed, obviously pleased.

Jack let her go, wiping his hands on his Levi's while Darlene stumbled forward. She bent aver, holding her belly while spitting out the terrible mixture of piss and spit onto the ground. More footsteps behind her. She turned, pushing back her hair only to find her cousin Jeff standing four feet behind her. He had that belt again, his knuckles turning white from the tight grip he had on the buckle. He was going to beat her, whip her in front, of his friends!

"Oh no, don't, not again! Oh, my ass is too sore. Please, Jeff, please…"

She could see there was no way out. The belt cracked out, then slapped her ass. Darlene squealed, jumping away as if she'd just been stung by a bee. She reached back, rubbing the red, injured spot, then she rushed toward the group of men. Anything would be better than having to withstand another belting. But the young studs only pushed her away, shoving her back in Jeff's direction.

"No!"

The belt came down again on her ass, raising, curving, red welts on top of the old white stripes. Someone gripped her shoulders, shoving her forward, thrusting her ass at Jeff.

"She's gonna shit if we keep this up," someone in the crowd shouted.

Another blow, this one across the side of the face. Darlene sobbed, covering her cheeks with one hand while struggling to keep her balance.

"Goddamned slut."

Jeff cracked her hard across the back of her head with one hand, knocking her to the ground. His buddies roared with approval as the girl groveled in the dirt. He was soon dragging her back, her heels scraping in the dust. Darlene let out another moan, wondering where he was taking her. She struggled, her heart racing. The wind had increased from the north, raising her fine blonde hair from her shoulders. It was growing cooler. Perhaps her aunt and uncle would return soon and stop this madness.

"Uhhhhhh!"

Jeff dragged her to the barnyard's center then let her fail on her back. She lay there for several seconds, staring unblinkingly at the sky. It was all so peaceful, serene. It was hard to believe someone would be doing something like this to another person on such a beautiful day.

The crack of leather just above her nose brought Darlene to. She snapped up, turning halfway around and seeing her cousin was wielding that awful belt again. He snapped the weapon, making it crack uext to her right cheek. The girl let out another groan, scooting back, feeling some of the gritty dirt working into her shitter and cunt.

"No, no, no!"

The same terror that had attacked Darlene earlier overwhelmed her now. She wiggled away from him, her fret sliding on the hard hot dirt. The men backed away, watching with muted interest as the two cousins confronted one another. Jeff kept snapping the belt, letting the end strike the ground just in front of the girl.

"No, oh no."

Darlene stretched back one hand for balance. She could see his prick straining in his pants. Oh yes, Darlene could well make out the big, broad cockhead pushing up against the faded blue Levi's material. She shuddered, remembering the first painful time he had fucked her!

"Come here, baby. Come here and show these guys how much you dig leather."

"No!"

This had to be a nightmare, the worst she had ever had in her young life. Sheer animal fear was making her heart beat rapidly. She thought that once he had finished abusing her he would turn her over to the other guys. And then they would probably turn her over to the dogs. Dogmeat. That was all she would be at the end of the day.

"Jeff, please, please, lemme go! I…" Darlene continued to whimper for her safety, her cries growing more desperate, louder as he approached her. She watched his booted feet as they crunched over the hard dirt. She could imagine them cracking over her cheeks, pressing down against her mouth while he beat her.

"Slut. You're gonna be taught some respect. When I get through with you, you're gonna jump even when I just look at you," he growled.

The other guys roared with approval. "Too many of you cunts think you got it made just 'cause you got some laws or somethin'. That don't matter out here, slut. You gotta jump when a guy says frog, or he's gonna beat the stilt outta you."

It was like being propelled back into the Middle Ages. Darlene sobbed, covering her mouth with both hands and still backing away from him. It was as if her cousin had gone mad.

"This is crazy! Oh please, no, no, don't, don't touch me again!"

Jeff only laughed at her protest.

"Sink that leather back into her body, man. I dig listenin' to that sound, especially when it's commin' from a bitch like her," the redhead roared.

"Yeah, she sure moves around real nice and fast once I get to beltin' her good!"

Jeff cracked his belt again. Darlene thought she would faint from the sound. She slid backward, her toes curling into the dirt. The belt came down against the back of her neck, the rough edge nearly cutting into her windpipe. Darlene screamed, reaching up and pulling the leather off her as if it were some terrible snake. Reeling backward, the girl turned and found herself running once more on all fours. The tips of her tits brushed over the ground.

"Get 'er, man – beat the little slut," someone shouted.

Darlene had no idea where she was running to. She only knew she had to keep away from that awful belt cracking just behind her. She scrambled forward, plunging headlong into Jack's legs. He slapped her, taking her by the chin and shoving her back so she fell on her spine. Jeff was right there, bringing down the belt again and again across her thighs. Screaming, Darlene scrambled to her feet once again and began rushing this way and that.

"Help! Oh God, somebody help me!"

Jeff was standing spread-legged in front of her now, bent over slightly at the waist as if he were a football lineman ready to charge. Darlene gulped, looking around her, streaks of perspiration straining her dust-covered cheeks.

"Please, no, no more, no more!"

But her sobbing voice only provoked her cousin more. He snapped the belt down hard, the tip nipping her toes. Darlene yelped, jumping back. The wind blasted against her bare asscheeks now. Her asshole puckered from the touch as she jerked back, rubbing her injured feet. Someone threw a clod of dirt at her, striking her face. She lost her balance and fell to one side. She tried crawling faster away from her approaching cousin. But she found she could barely move. It was as if she were trapped in some hideous dream, the kind where it was impossible to get away from some approaching evil no matter how hard she tried.

"God in heaven, help me!"

But no heavenly aid came either. Jeff purposely took shorter steps now. He didn't want to overtake her yet. He played with her the way a wolf might play with prey. Darlene found herself moving slower, mesmerized by her cousin's strange movements.

"It's a game, baby. Come on and play it with us," Jeff suggested.

"No, no, I won't!"

Darlene reeled backward toward the barn, falling again and again, but always regaining her balance just as it appeared her cousin would fall down on her and beat her senseless with the belt. Then the young blonde teenager felt her hair snagging on something behind her. She turned to see what it was. A roll of barbed wire! She couldn't move now without tearing half the hair from her scalp. Looking up at her cousin, Darlene saw the triumph in his eyes. He was standing there, his prick clearly visible in a broad tubular outline against his Levi's. The guys drew closer, wanting to see what Jeff would do.

"Looks like you came to the end, baby. You gave a good show. And now you're gonna get a good reward for it," Jeff sneered.

"Oh no, no, don't!"

Darlene looked with mounting terror at the broad black leather belt hanging limply to his side. She brought both hands up to her face and tits, fearing the worst. Jeff snapped one arm up, bringing the belt up over his head like a snake. Darlene trembled, hearing the leather hissing through the air. It came down quickly, biting the flesh along her ribs, just below her left tit.

Darlene snapped forward, that move tearing more strands of her hair from her scalp. The young girl screamed, falling back. She felt her spine rubbing up against the sharp barbed wire and moved cautiously to one side. She didn't want to have the awful metal cutting her flesh. Another blow, this one slicing over her thighs. She was still screaming in a mindless torrent, scooting away from the awful blows. Darlene felt the hot tearing sensation in her scalp. But at this point didn't care. She rubbed her scalp with one hand while trying to balance herself with the other. Again the belt sliced into her asscheeks. But at least she was freed of that terrible barbed wire tearing at her hair.

Darlene found herself running into a fence post. She was helpless, completely unable to protect herself. There was nothing to fend off those dreadful, skin-tearing blows. It seemed all too useless. He was going to beat her to death anyway. Why should she fight him? She would die in the dust.

"Aghghhghhh."

The belt came down again, the leather slicing into her tit tips. It was as if he had set her tits on fire. Her body snapped upward like a jackknife. Wheeling around on her ass, Darlene rolled away. She exposed her ass with that move. Jeff wasn't slow to take advantage, moving right in and bringing down the leather belt onto her ass. Darlene shrieked at the hot pain, writhing on the hard dirt and struggling to get back up on her feet again. Jeff shot out one booted foot, kicking her in the lower back.

The belt swung in the air with a continual hissing sound now. Darlene pushed the hair from her eyes, staring with hatred and terror at the awful thing. She wanted to take a knife and plunge it in her cousin's heart. That was what he deserved, a knife in the heart for having betrayed a family trust and having turned her into some kind of sideshow for his buddies. "No, oh God!"

The tip caught the lower swell of her asscheeks again. She screamed, turning to face him. The dust in her nose and mouth made her cough and gag. Jeff paused for a second. Was he quitting? Or was he thinking of something yet more horrible for her?

"Bitch. You're probably cummin' your fuckin' head off right now. And all the time, you're moanin' about how terrible you think I am."

"You animal! I hate you," she hissed. "Yeah, that's what you say now. But when I start fuckin' you, you're gonna snap them legs around me and fuck your brains out."

"No, no, never!" She wanted to claw him like a beast in the jungle. But all Darlene could do was try to keep away from him and his belt. "Aghhh!"

Again and again the belt came down, making her dizzy with pain and terror. It chewed the flesh along her inner thigh. It was close, so close to her cunt. Oh, it was happening again! He was exciting her with the leather, beating her up to a climax. Her body was turning her into a whore.

"No, no, no!"

But there was a change in her voice, a change the men and Jeff noticed. The pleasing warmth from her clit started spreading to all parts of her body. Again the belt bit into her flesh just around her clit. Again Darlene whimpered then screamed. But the cries now weren't just those of pain and terror. There was something soft in them, something that aroused the men more as they watched her squirming in the dirt.

Jeff glared at her, bringing down the belt one more time against her back.

"Okay, you had your chance, baby. Now you're gonna get the full blast."

What was he talking about? Was he going to use some other form of torture? Darlene found herself eagerly waiting, facing down in the brown dirt. Her legs were spread, and her asscheeks flexed as if she were awaiting another hot kiss from the black leather belt. The bloodied stripes streaked over her asscheeks, contrasting with her white flesh. Some of the young men were licking their dry lips. They would have given anything to have mounted the full-titted youngster right now. But Jeff was running the show. He always did. They knew that and kept their respectful distance while be contemplated what next to do to his cousin.

"Gonna be my turn first, slut. Gonna be my turn in your pussy before I turn you over to them," he said, jerking his head at his buddies.

Her worst fears had been confirmed. She would be meat for the dogs, something to fuck to death. She didn't move, however, knowing full well what would happen to her. She watched him unzip his fly, reaching in with his right hand to pull out that long fat prick that had fucked her the other day.

"Uhhhhhh!"

"She likes it, man. She digs gettin' worked over before gettin' fucked. You're cock-happy, baby, real cock-happy. That means you'd do anything to get a prick in your pussy."

"That's, sure true with this one," Jack said, nodding his head in agreement.

Jeff appeared larger than life to her, magnified by her terror. There was something more severe about him than before, something that told her life might be in danger. Darlene came to life once more. She watched as Jeff's hands clenched and unclenched. They were the movements of a murderer! But still, she didn't back down from him as he approached her. He grabbed her left wrist, pulling her along the ground. With his back to her, he couldn't see the smile that curled her full, pale lips. He couldn't know the extent of the turmoil in her. He couldn't possibly know just how hot she was for him now.

"Now I'm gonna get you," he snorted over one shoulder. "Now I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna taste my corn in your mouth."

"Man, we gotta see this. He's somethin' else when he fucks a broad in this mood," the tall blond guy shouted.

"Yeah, he's gonna pound her cunt into nothin'," Jack agreed.

The words excited Darlene. Could she actually say she wanted them all to do their worst? Looking up, Darlene could see a drop of jizz lodging in the large slit at the tip of Jeff's cockhead. He stood there in front of her, his prick looking much larger than it had when he'd fucked her the first time.

He bent down, backhanding her mouth. Darlene shivered, the force of the blow snapping her head back. The second blow left a red palm print on her ass. He grabbed her ass and forced her over onto her face again.