Tied up cousin

CHAPTER EIGHT

The force of that last orgasm had knocked Carol almost unconscious. She lay on the table, moaning for minutes after Billy had slipped his dick from her snatch and wiped it off with an old towel handed to him by Jack. He hitched up his Levi's looking around and smiling at the drooling snatch in front of him, pulled wide apart by the ropes holding her knees apart and by the screws still clamped to her labes.

"Untie her fuckin' legs, and get those screws off her cunt!"

Jack and Ron worked quickly, slipping the loops from her knees, then unlacing the thinner ropes holding her wrists tightly to the table.

When they were through, Ron and Jack slipped their arms under Carol's and scooped her up off the table, feeling her tits, working their fingers over her wet cunt, making lewd suggestions as they lowered her to the floor.

Carol rolled over on her belly, clawing at the dirt, trying to get away. But she had no energy left. She wanted to sleep, sleep deeply as if in a coma. And yet she knew the boys weren't about to let her relax. They still wanted a show. No pleas, no reasoning would deter them from that path.

"Get on over," Billy growled, slipping one toe under her sides and kicking her onto her back.

"Stop it! Oh, God, let me go! I'm not gonna do your filthy things!"

Then suddenly everything went black. Even later the girl wasn't sure if she had fainted or if someone had sneaked behind her and knocked her out. All she realized was that the sleep she'd been wanting finally came. With a groan, Carol sank to the floor.

The blonde teen had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. Slowly she awoke, stifling a groan when she thought she heard movement nearby. Even though she was awake Carol wanted them to think she still slept. Let her have a few more minutes rest before they go at her again.

Carol lay quietly for several moments, then slowly opened her eyes and looked around. No one was there. She lay where she'd fallen – naked, shivering, partly covered with stubble. In a flash the girl thought of escape. Certainly her aunt and uncle would soon be on the road back here. They could find her as she ran down toward them. But would they believe her story? It sounded wild, strange. How could they believe her, a near stranger, especially when she told them about their own son?

Carol drew one hand up to her mouth, stifling the sobs. She was alone, abandoned here. People would laugh at her, accuse her of making up stories, of trying to put the blame on her cousin for what she started.

Then she thought of all the pain she'd endured at the hands of men. They were the ones who beat her, humiliated her.