Tied up cousin

CHAPTER ONE

Carol Tyler sobbed, blinking away the tears as she pulled at the ropes chafing her wrists. This was obscene, perverted! Why had her cousin tied her up like this?

Draped over a sawhorse in her uncle's barn, the young woman found her wrists and ankles tied to the four roughly hewn legs of the device. The top connecting two-by-four pressed hard against her belly. Twisting her head around, the teenage blonde stared at her handsome cousin. He stood spread-legged some ten feet behind the saw, his shirt hanging loosely open against his broad chest while his Levi's were opened down to the third button.

"Why, Billy, why?"

Carol couldn't understand. She and her first cousin had been fooling around, touching one another and doing some light kissing. Certainly it wasn't anything more than she'd done back home in Los Angeles. Kissing someone as hunky and good-looking as Billy was an exciting act, especially out here in the high chaparral country. The smell of the hay, the clean air, the slight overhanging odor of animal urine – all of it seemed a kind of aphrodisiac to the young virgin.

And then all of a sudden, as if Billy had tripped out on some wild drug, he pinned her down, rolled her over as if she were some criminal, then held her there for a while calling her all sorts of dirty names. How her back and arms hurt as he pinned her to the floor with his knees, then dragged her like a common slut over the dirt floor to the sawhorse where he bound her tightly.

"You're all alike… all cunts, all alike, all wanna get a guy hot then shoot 'em down," the young man said, his voice quivering with anger.

Carol shivered. She'd never suspected her cousin was a psychopath. Blood rushed to her head, making her face flush and her brain spin. The cool air in the barn chilled her bare asscheeks. Billy had yanked down her sheer white cotton panties, bitching her dress up to her waist before finally binding her ankles to the sawhorse.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Carol cried, twisting her wrists. That movement only made the pain worse. Oh, God, this had to be a nightmare. Nothing in her life had prepared the young teenager for this. She looked at her cousin upside down. He was fumbling with his fly, stroking the fat bulge she'd noticed earlier this evening when he watched her watching the sunset on the porch. How handsome and romantic he looked to her then, standing against a tall oak, his thick muscled arms folded over his chest while he chewed on a weed and stared at her. A romance with her cousin. How that thought chilled the impressionable city girl to the bone. Of course, there wouldn't be anything too physical about what happened. It would be just like the stories in Seventeen… lots of kissing, lots of guilt mixed with happiness, then the final parting when she left her uncle's farm and went back to Los Angeles. But oh, how differently things turned out!

"No, sure you don't," Billy growled, finally unbuttoning his fly, then reaching around and puffing his thick black leather belt from the pant loops. Carol's eyes widened, watching the strip of animal bide hang loosely from his right hand. He flicked his wrists, making the belt dance across the floor toward her. "None of you fuckin' cunts know what I'm talkin' about. Well, you're gonna find out. You're gonna find out," he continued, spit flecking his lips, "find out you can't fuck with a… man!"

With that, Billy jerked his right arm back, snapping the belt over his head. Carol cried out, her body shivering with terror as she watched the leather arc in the air, snap in the middle, then slice down toward her buttocks. She closed her eyes, tensing her ass-muscles, waiting for the sharp jolt of pain that was bound to come.

"Waawwwwhhhh!"

Carol's eyes fluttered open, bugging out, while her lower jaw slackened and her head shook with pain. She snapped her body back and forth, her fingers clawing at the rough wood of the sawhorse while her leg muscles tensed and pushed against her lightly tanned flesh. The belt had cut a searing path across the center of both buttocks. Billy watched as her asscheeks jiggled from the force of that blow. A long, narrow red mark slowly appeared on her white, smooth butt-flesh, Carol felt tortured and humiliated. No man had seen her even partially naked, let alone bound up in this kind of dirty position. Now her own cousin was beating her, was possibly going to commit a more foul act.

"Little cunt!" he sneered, coiling the buckled end of the belt tighter around his hand and looking slant-eyed at the young woman. Carol sucked in a ragged breath holding it, waiting for the next painful blow mid-strike. Her bare feet moved uncomfortably over the hay-strewn barn floor while splinters dug into her wrists and ankles. Her belly hurt from the constant pressure of that connecting two-by-four of the sawhorse.

"Ahhhhhawww!"

The belt sliced into her buttock just above her thigh, drawing a large purple welt up from her flesh. Carol's hair whipped across her face as her body thrashed in its bonds.

"Little slut! You're all alike," Billy said in a low voice, his breath becoming shallow and uneven. He was examining the belt now, drawing the smooth leather across his cheek while staring at his cousin's white, plump buttocks. Carol was a virgin – a young, athletic, blonde teenager whose body had only recently matured. Her full rounded tits with their long red nipples, her boyish hips, those rounded asscheeks, and her long, tapered legs all called attention to her as she passed by groups of staring men on the street.

But the blonde teen didn't quite realize the stir she caused in men's crotches. She was still teetering between the days of her childhood and those of the woman she was to be. As a result, Carol said and did things men took to be a sexual invitation, but that turned out to be nothing but childish teasing. Billy had been one of those victims… a victim who was now fighting back in his own fashion.

"Oh man, you ain't gonna tease me no more," Billy said, pushing his Levi's down past his jutting hipbones. Carol twists her head around, blinking away the tears to clear her vision. Ohhh, he was stroking a… cock… his dick, something that should have been hanging between the hindquarters of a donkey.

"Help! Ohhhh, God, help!" Carol shrieked, feeling her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. He was going to rape her. He was going to stick that thing up her pussy. Carol pulled hard at the ropes binding her to the sawhorse. Blood started oozing from her wrists and ankles while her belly scraped across the top board. She clawed at the rough wood, actually moving the apparatus several inches by her violent body motions. But the bonds held, keeping Carol's ass high and tilted up for easy entry from behind.

"Man, it's gonna feel real nice shovin' my dick into you," he said, licking his lips while moving his fingers up and down the hot hunk of his cockmeat. Drops of pre-cum oozed from the fat head. Billy smeared them over his prong, using the sticky jizz as a lubricant to enhance the feeling of his fingers over his cock.

Carol stared in horror. She watched as Billy closed his deep-blue eyes and shuddered. A line of saliva trickled from between his tightly closed lips. She could hear him grinding his teeth together. Oh, yes, he was going to rape her. The young blonde had no doubt of that. And there was no one home. Her aunt and uncle had left earlier that evening for a movie in town some ten miles away. The few hands they hired never stayed the night. She was alone, alone with this savage animal of a man.

"Billy, you're my own cousin! Please, how could you do this to me?" she whined.

"You were doin' it to me and you're my cousin," he said, cruelly imitating her terrified voice.

"Step it, stop it or I'll tell your mother and father!" Carol cried as he advanced.

Billy stopped, his face twitching with anger.

"Threats!" he bellowed.

Carol watched in terror as Billy stopped and jerked his hand holding the belt over his head. The young woman turned her head around, closing her eyes and waiting for the terrible burning pain.

"Ahhhhh!"

The force of his blow would have sent her heaving over the top of the sawhorse if it hadn't been for the ropes. Cool air on her inner thighs and the slow, heavy trickle down her legs told Carol the belt had broken her flesh. She tried to ignore the sharp, fiery pain radiating from her ass to her navel and cunt. Mother and another blow followed. After her initial scream, the blonde teenager tried to fight down the pain that went on and on. Her vacation, something her mother and father thought she richly deserved after a particularly difficult year at school, was to be spent on the scenic small ranch of her aunt and uncle. How little anyone realized what a maniac lived with those two wonderful people.

"Ohhhhh, God! God in heaved, help me," Carol whimpered as the belt sliced through the air and curled around her leg, the tip biting close to her cunt.

"Bitch!"

Another blow nearly peeled flesh from behind her knee. Carol writhed with the pain of the whip. Her dress stuck uncomfortably to her chest and tits as more and more sweat oozed from her pores. Ohhh, if only she could wake up from this terrible nightmare.

"Stop it, stop it!" she cried, her voice now no louder than a whisper. What was happening? What was going on in her pussy? Fighting through the cloud of pain that had settled over her brain, Carol realized her tight little cunt was on fire. She was juicing herself! The liquid she'd felt running down her thighs now wasn't blood or sweat, but it was cunt-juice – thick, bubbly, frothy cunt-juice that oozed from her tight pussy-slit.

Carol moved her buttocks subtly back and forth, and she groaned. The smooth rubbing sensation of her slick cuntal walls against one another and her clit made the girl gasp for breath. Oh, dear God, she was in heat. That beating had actually triggered something sick, something foul in her body, something that made her so hot and wet. She closed her eyes and tried to fight that electric spark that made her thighs twitch and her pussy-lips swell. She shuddered, drawing her head up between her shoulder blades. Was Billy right? Was she nothing more than a slut?

Billy stared at her, licking his lips. The tortured body in front of him aroused the young farm boy. He groaned, feeling his fat, hanging balls tighten up against his dick root. Billy jerked his cock harder, moving his callused fingers up and down the sensitive ridge of his prong while he caressed his balls with the leather belt.

"Man, you're fuckin' hot. I can see it! Shit, you're like a fuckin' bitch in heat!"

Carol closed her eyes, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard. It was true. She couldn't lie to herself. This was worse than when she lay naked in her bed at night and thought about boys. Ohhh, how her clit burned then. How she wished she could touch herself to relieve the tight, throbbing pressure plaguing her. Yet her mother had caught her once and created such a scene that the blonde girl could never jerk off again.

"No, no, it's not true," she moaned.

"Liar!"

Billy reached forward and grabbed at her cunt, twisting the hairs and her outer pussy-lips in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation blasted through the girl fiercely. No man had ever done that to her. No map had ever touched her. She cried out in offended rage and pain, trying to bring her knee up.

Billy retreated for the moment, lashing her with the belt until Carol's body sagged atop the sawhorse. Billy stopped then, throwing the leather instrument away and bending down to untie the ropes binding her ankles.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Carol felt her legs go free. She should break free once her wrists were untied and bait for the doorway. But where would she run? She was injured, weak, unable to go very far. And there was no one home, no one around the house for miles. Billy would catch her easily. And then… He was crazy! God only knows what he'd do to her once he caught her.

"I'm gonna fuck you, bitch. I'm gonna take care of that cunt of yours so you won't be able to piss for a week!" he growled, moving around and cutting the ropes holding her wrists to the sawhorse. Carol stared at the long metal blade and shivered, wondering if he would use that knife on her. Nothing would have surprised her at this point.

Billy stood up, sliding his big hands under her waist and lifting her gently from the sawhorse. Carol groaned, closing her eyes, refusing to watch what was going to happen. Her pussy was so hot, so tight, so itchy. Every move made her clit throb like a festering wound. She felt the bulge of his dick pressing against her thighs as he carried her over to a pile of straw near an abandoned stall and slid her down onto the floor.

Carol winced. The stubble bit into the welts and cuts created by the savage whipping she'd just received. Billy breathed more heavily, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders and shoving his Levi's down to his ankles. He threw himself down on top of her, burying his face in her tits, biting her smooth flesh while pawing her body shamelessly.

The blonde teenager ground her teeth together, feeling her stomach turn over with terror. No, this couldn't be happening to her. The day had started out just like all the others in her life. Nothing during the day had suggested she was going to experience one of the worst events in her young life that evening. She'd been so happy. And now…!

Carol's joints hurt from the grotesque position she'd been forced into. Billy's weight was increasing the pain, making her shoulders and hips throb with discomfort as he writhed on top of the girl. She should have been crying out with agony. But instead Carol kept silent, concentrating on the increasing heat in her pussy.

She felt his dick pushing along the groove separating her leg from her torso. He was dry fucking her, moving his ass high in the air, then bringing it down, shoving his throbbing cock along her hot smooth flesh. He groaned obscene endearments in her ear, occasionally flicking his tongue in the narrow canal while kneading her big tits.

Carol thought she'd explode when he strummed her stiffened nipples with his thumbs. She moved her buttocks back and forth, ignoring the sharp sensation of the straw and hay as it tickled across her ass and up into her cunt. The horror of the resent situation gradually evaporated under the girl's rising sexuality. Carol thought less and less of Billy as a maniac and more than as a man who could satisfy that strange itchy ache that was growing hotter and tighter between her legs.

"Mmmmm, yeah, baby, oh, man, Carol, you're somethin' else."

He moved one hand between their grinding bodies. She felt his fingers sliding down her belly, pushing through the tangled forest of her cunthairs. Every nerve-ending in her pussy seemed to be straining upward toward his hand.

"Good hot pussy, good wet cunt," he whispered in her ear, biting the lobe while continuing to dry fuck her leg. Carol was almost babbling, staring up heavy-lidded at her cousin. His palm pressed against her furry cuntal mound. Oh, she could feel her pussy actually move as he applied pressure. And then he curled his fingers and dipped them into her hot, juicy slit up to the second joint. The girl arched her back, wallowing her shoulders against the loose hay on the floor while drawing her knees up toward her chest slowly, feeling her pussy opening up more and more to Billy.

"Oh, no, no, no," Carol groaned, unable to keep pace with her body. Things were going on she couldn't understand. Her ass bounced around in frantic circles as she breathed with a wheezing, whistling sound through her nostrils. He was greedily working his fingers over her pussy, rubbing the slick slippery edges of her outer cunt-lips together while sliding his palm over her clit. Carol thought she was going to go out of her mind. She screamed, kicked out one leg, and actually moved her hands around her cousin's neck and pulled him more tightly to her body. Oh, God, what was happening to her?

"Kiss, kiss," Billy said thickly, moving his face to hers and cementing his lips tightly against her mouth.

Carol felt his tongue lashing against hers, felt it sliding down to her throat. She fought back, feeling spittle ooze down her cheeks, chin and throat. She moaned through the spit-slicked kiss, feeling him squirm more wildly on top of her. The thick muscled, hairy hardness of Billy's chest, legs and belly excited her more and more.

"Noooo!"

The blonde teen pulled away from his hard kiss, her head throbbing after the wild thrusts of his tongue. She spread her legs even farther apart, shamelessly inviting her cousin to finger her naked pussy harder. Billy accepted, sliding his hand deeper into her crotch. The sliding, rolling fingertips moved from the top of her cuntal mound to the wet slippery area down below. She was being raped, raped by her cousin's fingers. Rashes of guilt and terror shot through the confused young woman's mind as she pitched and tossed under Billy's body.

Carol felt the long, thick ridge of Billy's dick slide up across one leg toward her cunt. Yes, he was getting ready to fuck her. She tensed, folded one leg over the other, and tried to twist away from the young man's cock.

But Billy was too strong for her, kicking her legs apart. She groaned, feeling the hands on her cunt move up and down. He was squeezing her pussylips together, rubbing her inner cunt-lips against her clit. Carol sighed with relief, feeling a mini orgasm take some of the pressure from her spasming cunt. But still she knew there was something more, something better in store for her.

Billy was breathing harder against her, their bellies pressed tightly together. The girl could feel his cock rubbing a new, strange kind of life into her pussy. Heavy, frothy juices flowed from her cunt, wetting down both her thighs and her cousin's dick. Ohhh, how hot she was! The young man rolled his hips, his prick shoving against the top of the girl's cuntal mound. His hands now moved to her small shoulders, pinning her down. Carol involuntarily moved her thighs toward him.

"Ummmmmmmmm!"

The knob of his prick pressed against her clit. Carol stiffened. She felt an electric charge seep from her tiny clit. She rocked her asscheeks from side to side, feeling his cock touch one cunt-lip, then the other. Oh, my God, I'm going crazy! the girl thought as she prepared herself for her first fuck.