Tied up cousin

CHAPTER FIVE

"No, no, no!"

Carol rolled her head from side to side, feeling pieces of straw clinging to her dampened cheeks. She rocked her ass around like a boat tossed in a storm.

"Not bad, honey. Too bad we don't have a camera. We could make bucks taking shots of you in town," Ron said.

"Come on, let's clean 'er up. I'm kinda tired of her already," Billy said with a touch of disgust in his voice.

"Hey, man, we ain't even got started with this one," Jack protested, rubbing his dick.

"Yeah, man, it's so fuckin' dull around here. The only thing we got iss cunt… lots of it… hot, juicy… like this one here."

Billy scratched his chin, thinking over what he should do. Glancing out the barn door, he noticed the storm had abated. He'd heard about the tornado in town and knew his parents would be leaving to help out. That was why he'd mustered his friends together even in the driving rain to have some "fun" with his cousin. And yet now that the dog had gotten to her, Billy felt some doubt as to doing anything more with her. She was his first cousin, even though she was – in his twisted mind – a woman who was just a cock-tease and deserved the degradation she was getting.

"Yeah, what the fuck," he said in a low whisper.

Jack and Ron smiled.

"Come one and let's get this bitch cleaned up," Ron said, bending down and taking one of Carol's legs. He dragged her out of the stall. Carol groaned, feeling the straw building up against her cunt, some of the stubble working painfully into her snatch and asshole. They were driving away the relaxing golden glow that had settled over her.

"Clean 'er up my way," Billy said, motioning for his buddies to stop pulling her toward the door. Ron and Jack moved back as the big farm boy strutted up to his cousin, smirking down at her. "I'm gonna show you just what the fuck I think about you."

"You don't have to," Carol said softly. "I already know."

"Man, you don't have any idea," Billy said, angry at her presumption. He moved above her, his legs pressing against hers. Carol leaned back, fear leaping to her throat. Hadn't he done enough to her? Hadn't he ruined her utterly by that last foul act? What more did he want to put her through?

"Just don't move, honey."

Billy was unbuttoning his fly, pulling out his dick. Carol stared at it, big, thick and yet limp between his fingers. What did he want? Was he going to make her suck him?

"Man, he's really tripped out," Ron whispered to Jack.

"I… uhhhhhhhh!"

Carol felt revulsion sweep over her, sucking in her breath as the hot yellowish piss suddenly shot from his piss-slit and splashed over her belly. The urine spilled down into her cunt-mound, filling the slot up to her tiny inner pussy-lips. She felt the hot oily piss dribble over her hips and finally wet the pound just under her ass. She shivered, her eyelids blinking. Oh, God, what an awful thing to do. Her hips wiggled, instinctively trying to shake free of the hot, disgusting droplets.

"Man, I said don't move a fuckin' muscle," Billy warned with a growl.

Carol shut her eyes and bit her lips to keep from crying out with frustration and disgust. The thin hot spray splashed across her nipples, washed down over her dirtied tits and down her chest. She felt the urine spray over her chin. Carol couldn't help herself. She jerked one hand up and covered her mouth, trying to hide her gagging.

"What's the matter, can't you understand English?" the young man barked, raising his hand threateningly while directing the thin stream of piss across her tits. Carol forced down the vomit rising in her throat, trying to ignore the foul droplets splashing up from her tits to her face. He was pissing on her.

"Get 'er in the mouth!"

Billy smiled broadly, directing his piss up to the young blonde's lips. Carol groaned, twisting her head away. She felt the stream rush into her ears, dirty her hair, trickle down her sides to her asscheeks. She was sticky with urine, covered with piss. And still more shot out of the young man's prick-head.

She brought her hands down to her sides, curling her fingers and digging her nails into her thighs.

Finally the stream stopped. Billy looked down, flicking off a tiny drop that struck one eye.

"Come on, man, piss on 'er. Let 'er know just where's she's comin' from."

Jack looked at Ron, shrugged and grinned.

"Sure, why not. She's your cousin," he said, stepping up in front of the growing puddle of urine and unzipping his Levi's. Carol watched the young man pull his flaccid cock from inside his Levi's and hold it between his thumb and forefinger, aiming the fat head right at her face. She closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the onrush of piss. Already the stink of her cousin's urine rose like steam from a sewer. She didn't know how much more of this foul treatment she could take. What had happened with her cousin was one thing. A fuck, even though it started out as a rape, was relatively natural. Everyone did it, even though Carol hadn't planned on having a man until after marriage. Yet she could still live with that, could find some way to deal with Billy's savagery. But the dog, and now… now this horror!

Jack positioned himself much as did Billy, his legs spread widely apart on either side of her body. He looked down at her big tits, at her stiff, red nipples still erect.

Carol stared up, watching his fat balls tighten against his cock-root. The girl swore she could, see them twitch with excitement. For a moment, Carol wasn't sure if he was going to piss on her or make her blow him. Her doubts were resolved in a moment.

"Open your mouth."

Carol considered for a moment what would happen if she refused. She glanced up at her cousin and Ron and the dog. No, she didn't want them to hurt her, to scar her for life. And she was sure none of them would think twice about permanently maiming her beautiful body and face if it pleased them. Reluctantly, she closed her eyes and took in deep breaths. Her tits rose and slapped together with each breath.

Jack looked down and licked his chops. He could feel blood slowly rushing to his cock, making it warm, pulsating, stiff. He wouldn't be able to on her in a second. Rolling his eyes around, he saw Billy staring at him impatiently. No, it was best not to go against the handsome tall farm boy. He'd seen Carol's cousin permanently cripple two other boys in a fight just outside the high school grounds. Jack had forgotten what the battle was about – nothing, he was sure.

Billy was almost psychopathic jumping on people at the slightest provocation. He enjoyed imposing his will on others, watching them twist and bend to his liking. Jack sometimes resented this. But he would rather be on Billy's side than oppose him. So, even though the young dark-haired teen would have preferred to have taken Carol sexually, he fought down his rising desire and reined his groin muscles, feeling the piss slowly boil up to his dick-head.

The urine started. Jack shuddered, directing the stream along her lips, down to her chin, then up to her eyes and hairline.

"Uhhhhhh!"

Carol grunted, her pulse leaping in her throat. The stink spread, grew more intense. The terrible warm stream cascaded down her body. She was drowning in this piss. Every square inch of her body, it seemed, was drenched in foul urine. Carol was choking, gagging, unable to hold back her revulsion any more. Her panties reeked of piss. Jack sprayed her body in an up and down motion, watching the droplets splash off her thighs, her elbows, her tits, her chin. The young blonde teenager kept her eyes closed tightly, her torso now swaying slightly back and forth as she folded her hands in front of her and waited for the stream to end.

"Man, I'm empty." Jack said, flicking the last few drops off the head of his prong, then stuffing it back into his Levi's.

"Hey, your turn, Ron."

The short blond was ready, holding his small dick in one hand, directing the thick yellow stream right at her crotch. That sudden wet pressure nearly knocked Carol off the floor. She opened her eyes and sobbed, drawing her hands over her crotch. The piss splashed off her knuckles and fingertips.

"Okay," the young farm boy said, grinning sheepishly at his buddies.

"Whew, you're a regular shit-bowl, you know that?" Billy said, wrinkling up his nose. The other followed [missing text].

"Let's hose 'er down," Jack said.

Carol let them scoop her from the floor and take her outside. She was as limp as a rag doll. Her will had been stripped from her by this last unspeakable act. Let them do to her what they would!