Cousin in bondage

CHAPTER NINE

"She's a little whore. She really is," Bobby said, zipping his pants back up and tucking his shirt in.

"Yeah, guess it runs in the family. Wonder what happened to our folks," Jack commented wryly, slipping her shirt over her shoulders.

That was all she was good for, Patty told herself. Jack and Bobby said so over and over again – fucking machine. She was a woman who could never get enough. She was always going to chase men, always going to beg them to fuck her. No matter how many times they fucked her, she'd always ask for more. A bottomless pit. She nearly laughed as she slipped her Levi's back on and zipped up, walking to the truck. Just a few days ago she wouldn't have believed this possible.

"Let's go. Lots to do," Jack said, opening the door and sliding in.

Let them fuck her to death. Right now she didn't care if she lived or died.

"Let's go, man. We're late," Bobby said, checking his watch.

Jack turned on the ignition, then drove the car back onto the road, rubbing his crotch all the way. Once or twice he glanced over at Patty and smiled. Something was in the wind, something that would be the capstone in her sexual escapades.

"There they are," Jack said, slowing down while leaning forward and peering through the windshield.

Patty looked too. There was no hay truck or wagon! She saw several cars and motorcycles. As they approached, the girl recognized one or two of the young guys who had tormented her earlier.

"What's going on around here?" Patty asked as they slowed down.

"Just another friendly party. My mom still thinks we go on hayrides," Jack snorted, pulling his truck up next to a station wagon.

Several girls came running up to the truck, putting their elbows on the window ledge and peering in.

"This her?" one perky redhead asked, jumping up and down. "She the one you fuck all the time?"

Patty was shocked at the language, at the openness of these girls.

"Yeah, maybe she can teach us something," a brunette added, peering in.

Patty felt as if she were on display.

"She doesn't talk much," the redhead commented, poking Bobby playfully in the ribs. "Maybe she has to have a little encouragement."

"It's just a place where we get together," Jack explained, nodding at a cabin tucked away at the opposite end of the clearing they had pulled into. He was getting out, slipping one hand under Patty's arm and pulling her across the seat.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, glancing nervously around her.

"Hey, don't think you're all that important," Jack said, nodding around him.

Patty looked about. There were some couples on blankets, apparently fucking. One girl was half naked, crouched over a boy. She held her tits together, rubbing them over his cock while tonguing him shamelessly.

"The folks don't come out here much, especially at night. It's great. It's just the kinda place you need to get off."

"Hey, come on, maybe she likes to make it with girls, you know?" the redhead said, following them toward the cabin.

Patty was puffing back, having seen enough. Everything was a lie, everything around here! She was going to leave, to call her parents.

"No!" Patty shouted.

At the same time she swung around with one hand and caught the young redhead hard in the ear. The force of the blow knocked her down.

"Oh, she hurt me!"

"You stupid cunt," Jack muttered. "I come out here and show you a good time, and this is the way you act, eh?"

Some of the couples broke apart and stared up at Patty curiously.

"Hey, brand the bitch!" someone shouted.

"Yeah, make her pay for this," the redhead said, holding the side of her face and sneering at Patty.

"She thinks she's so fuckin' good. Let's show her what we do to her kind."

Patty looked around for help. She tugged at Jack's firm grip, trying to back away. Some of the people were suggesting all sorts of terrible things. The redhead was the loudest, still holding the side of her face and staring angrily at her while saying she should be beaten up by some of the guys.

"Looks like you're real popular," Jack said, twisting her wrist until Patty thought it was going to break. She winced, twisting to one side, her knees giving way. She bent back her arm in an attempt to ease the shooting pain. Her feet sliding back, she cried out for mercy.

"Here! Let's see if she's hot enough for this!"

One of the guys who had watched Patty get fucked by Jack and Bobby that night came running through the gathering crowd. He pushed aside the redhead who squealed with delight when she saw what he had in his hand. It was a large, furry spider. Patty's eyes widened and she drew back. What in God's name were they going to do with that? The spider looked as big as a tarantula.

"Found it out back. Get 'a naked and let's watch," the guy said.

Jack smiled, reaching around and once again pulling her shirt from her pants.

"You got a new boyfriend," he said, opening the front of her shirt and slipping it off her shoulders.

"Oh no! No, please…"

It was useless to struggle. Patty stood there, the light evening breeze blowing back her long hair as Jack undressed her. She felt the top button of her jeans open, then felt the Levi's sliding down her legs. Soon she was naked, watching that spider wriggling and kicking in that disgusting guy's hand.

"Come on," Jack said, putting his paw-like hands on her shoulders.

Patty meekly obeyed, keeping her eyes down and bending her knees. This time no one bothered to throw down a blanket or towel. She lay on the cold grass, shivering.

"There," the guy said, putting the insect down on her belly.

"Play with your tits, baby, play with 'em," Jack muttered, starting to enjoy this.

The offended redhead started giggling harder when she saw the large spider walk on Patty's white flesh, his spindly legs tentatively moving forward, up toward her tits.

Patty was moaning in revulsion, feeling the bile rising in her throat. She fondled her nipples, squeezing the caps to raise the tit tips. The cold air made them hard. She shivered.

Oh, it was moving down, down toward her pussy. Patty folded one leg over the other, trying to hide her cuntal mound from that vile insect. The light feathery touch of his thin legs, however, was doing something strange to her cunt. She cringed and flattened her ass against the uneven ground. And yet at the same time the girl felt her pussy responding to the light touch of the spider's legs.

"Ughhhhhhh!"

"Yeah, yeah…" Jack muttered.

The spider crawled up her belly and hesitated for a moment in the valley between her mammoth tits. She felt those legs feeling in various directions. Patty's nipples rose higher, became fatter. Oh, it was moving, moving up toward her face! Soon Patty knew she would be able to lay here, the butt of a very bad joke for all these staring people.

Patty tensed. Her skin crawled. Even as she felt shame and nausea, her clit responded to the steady pressure on her tits. The sight of Jack's, fat cock now slipping from his fly excited her even more. The young stud was turning onto this latest bit of humiliation, his fingers slipping back and forth, tugging at the tightly-drawn skin of his cock. He watched, spreading his legs farther apart to accommodate his rising balls.

Patty was becoming less and less horrified. She was almost a willing participant. Oh God, what kind of beast had she become?

The girl raised her head, her eyes wide and focused on the crawling spider. She watched the insect as it toured her body, climbing from tit to tit, then moving back to her belly.

She whimpered with disgust as the insect returned and circled her left tit. She gasped at the feathery pressure that produced such powerful feelings in her pussy. The spider crawled down her belly, following the rivulets of sweat and the aroma of her aroused pussy.

"It's going down there, baby, goin' down to your cunt," Jack teased.

Patty knew, knew very well what was about to happen. She held her breath as the horrible thing advanced toward her cunt. The fat, hairy insect slowly and steadily moved through her pussy hair. She clenched her teeth, snapping her head back and groaning as those wiry legs moved carefully through her cuntal thicket. It was awful, terrible! Patty was pawing at the loose ground, breaking her nails, while her buttocks moved slowly, subtle, back and forth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Come on, baby, open up," Jack said, putting one boot down on her legs and nudging her legs apart.

Patty shivered, wrinkling her forehead while she did as she was told. Almost immediately the spider started heading for her hot, drooling hole. She quivered. The spider crawled along the moist dark red meat of her snatch. He was getting closer and closer to her clit. The girl tensed, her body trembling. Sweat made her flesh glisten under the moonlight. The others watched in fascination, their breaths shallow and uneven. Even the red-headed girl who had started all this had fallen silent, one hand on her tit as she stared at the groaning, writhing blonde teen below her.

"Eeeeeeeee!" she squeaked.

The horrid thing had thumped her clit with its wiry hind legs. The sensation of that touch shot through her pussy, telegraphing along all her nerves. Patty felt her clit vibrate. The spider still probed around blindly. The legs were like tiny, sharp, hot needles digging into her clit. Oh, oh, she couldn't take this much longer. It was going to drive her insane!

"Agghhhhh!"

Her sharp cry echoed through the moonlit night. Rearing back, she bounced her ass on the ground. Cupping her fingers, she dug at her tits, creasing her nipples with her nails to increase the intensity of her orgasm. The wild thrashing of her body knocked the insect off. Turning around, she rolled onto her belly, moving one hand down to her cunt and jamming three fingers into her squishy hole. She was making sharp, violent movements with her thighs, fucking her fingers, her ass jiggling with the force of her motions as her fingers pierced the swampy hole and touched all the slick, sensitive folds and hollows of her cunt.

"Ughhhhhhhh!"

Patty collapsed, feeling herself losing consciousness from the ordeal. People trotted off merrily to some bush or tree and fucked.

The young girl seemed to float, completely unaware of what was going on around her. Someone had dragged her inside a room. Vaguely she sensed her legs being dragged over wood. It felt safe and warm inside. No one like that vicious redhead was taunting her, calling her all kinds of names, making the guys do those terrible things to her. No one put spiders on her thighs, forcing her to make love to insects while others watched. No, none of that would happen in here. Then she thought of her aunt and uncle back in the farmhouse, watching television, safe and secure, thinking of how she was enjoying an innocent hayride with their son. Patty laughed at the idea. Oh, if they only knew!

"Nothing to laugh about in here, honey. We're gonna give you one hell of a reminder of this place," Jack said.

Patty opened her eyes. She was on her back. Someone had tied her wrists together, having drawn them high above her head. The ropes on her wrists were attached to a hook driven in the side of the kitchen table on which Patty found herself. Her legs were fastened in the same way. The ropes chafed her ankles and wrists as she rolled her head from side to side, trying to find out what they were going to do to her.

"Nothin' seems to stop your cunt, does it, baby?" Jack asked, his face twitching with excitement. Their eyes met. At once she knew he could read her mind. They were cut from the same cloth. They were more than cousins: they enjoyed the same kind of sex, the same kind of violence and humiliation that peaked their sense of lust.

She saw Jack holding a tapered piece of iron at least two feet long and one inch wide. The handle was dark, wrapped in leather, ribbed to fit a man's hand. She'd seen her uncle brandishing a thing like that. It was used to brand animals, or so her uncle said. It didn't take the girl long to figure out what Jack as going to do. Her cunt tightened once again. A cockhead. A dildo. He was going to drive that awful thing into her, up to the handle. Oh, it would be just like the time he and Bobby fucked her with the liquor bottle.

Rolling up her eyes, she saw Bobby standing near by, firing up a small flame in a portable iron cookstove. Patty's nostrils flared, her body twisting slightly in the bonds as she moved her eyes back to the iron poker.

"I wanna see just how much you can take, baby… how much we all can take from you."

There was a mixture of lust and hate in Jack's voice, the same kind of mixture coursing through her mind and body. It was overpowering, something that made her want to make love to her cousin as well as kill him.

"Ohhhhh!"

Time seemed to stand still for her. Patty felt as if she were the only woman on this cold planet. Her only company was Bobby, Jack, and that awful cold-looking piece of iron about to touch her.

"Look, man, she's really hot," Jack said, dropping the poker and hefting one tit. "Look, she's about to blow up again."

Bobby murmured in approval, staying in the shadows for the moment.

Jack hefted the iron, swinging it back and forth as if to test the weight. Patty cringed, her body trembling, as she watched the weapon slice through the shadows. Then suddenly he brought it down, down to her cunt. The disc at the end was cold against her hot flesh. She shuddered and moaned, turning her head away. Her fingers clawed at the ropes while her legs moved back and forth in an undulating fashion.

"Mmmmmmmm!"

Jack reached down and grabbed at her cuntal thicket. He jerked some of the hair away, watching more pussy juice spill out. Patty screamed, arching her back and shaking as if someone had touched her with a live wire.

"Oh yeah, this is gonna be one hell of a fuckin' hayride," Jack said ironically, winking at Bobby as he began Patty's torture.