Tied up cousin

CHAPTER NINE

The boys teased Carol mercilessly for the next half-hour. Billy yanked her from the floor and forced her to parade around than while they beat her asscheeks, shoved her down, then kicked her, calling her all sorts of vile names.

Carol sobbed, begging them to stop, knowing full well they wouldn't.

"Goddamned little slut," Billy snarled, stopping his beating and staring hotly down at his cousin. Carol fought back the tears, wiping the few that oozed from her eyes with her clenched fists. Oh, God, how she ached all over. When would this end? When would her aunt and uncle come in from town and put a stop to this night? The young girl hung her head, clawing desperately at the loose straw on the barn floor, letting her hair fall over her face and touch the ground. She was in a crouching position, crouching like a bitch, like the bitch everyone was calling her.

She looked up and saw the swell of his hot cock-meat inside his Levi's bulge out. He was ready to put her through hell once more.

"Hey, man, we really ain't got into the fuckin' bitch," Ron protested.

Billy raised his eyebrows. This was something new. Usually his buddies went, along with everything he said and did.

"Okay, okay, we got time. Ma and pa ain't gonna be back for a while. Hey, bitch, you gotta take care of my buddies."

Carol saw she was being passed around like some piece of meat. They were all having their bite.

Carol felt her scalp crawl. Tucking her feet under her ass, the girl struggled up, tearing loose of Ron and backing away. She shook her head slowly from side to side, her eyes wide with fear. Carol held her hands tightly to her belly.

"No, no, you're not going to do that to me. Oh, God, you've pushed me too far," she said in a low, trembling voice.

Her sudden defiance took Billy and his friends by surprise. Carol saw this and decided to take quick advantage of it. Twisting around, she made a break for the door.

"Get 'er!"

Carol lifted the heavy bar locking the door and slid it to the ground with a grunt. She pressed her naked shoulder to the door, shoving with all her might. When she felt cool air strike her forehead, she smiled, knowing escape was only seconds away.

"Man, she's gonna make it!"

The warning sounded like music to Carol's ears.

The whole process of attempted escape had taken only seconds… perhaps less than that. And yet she was still far from safe. The dog! They could sic him on her, tear her to pieces before they even got near her.

When she slipped out from the barn and started running full speed, the girl decided that would have to be a chance she'd take. Carol thought she couldn't take much more of the beating and humiliation.

Where should I run? There was fog everywhere, obscuring the most familiar of landmarks. Carol felt the damp air settle on her flesh, leaving tiny droplets on her skin as she ran blindly in the dark. Behind her she could hear the boys shouting and the Doberman barking. Thank God for the fog. They were just as blind as she was. And as the wind was at her back, the dog wouldn't be able to pick up her scent.

Carol had just finished congratulating herself on outwitting the boys when she stumbled over a pail, pitching forward and crashing to the ground with a scream. The loss of time and her noisy fall alerted her pursuers. She saw their shapes coming through the fog.

"Oh, God, no, no!" she screamed hoarsely, holding her hands to the sides of her head. "Why did you let me get this far?"

She smelled a foul breath and turned. It was Jack, grinning at her with his glazed eyes. He grabbed her arm and pulled her away from where she'd fallen. Carol kept screaming and twisting, clawing at the young man's fingers, trying to get away again. Mother pair of hands pawed her body. Jack? Billy? It didn't matter anymore. Let them fuck her again and again. Let them string her up from the trees and beat her. What was the difference?

Jack threw her on the ground, shoving a knee on her belly and slapped her hard across the mouth.

"Maybe we should carve out her pussy. That'd take care of her problems," the young man said, reaching in his back pocket and pulling out a switchblade. He pressed a small button on the top of the ivory handle and a long silvery blade shot out with a snap.

"NO!" Carol screamed, her eyes bugging out. She could sense a growing insanity among the three boys as they stood in the fog, their hair getting wet from the heavy damp air.

"Let's get 'er outta here. Don't want my folks seein' what we're doin' if they get back early," Billy warned.

Jack and Ron dragged her kicking, biting and screaming from the area where she'd fallen into a ditch. Carol still twisted around, trying to get away as they pulled her beyond the area, dragging her finally into the brush back near the barn. The prickly weeds tore at her face and snagged her hair. Carol shut her eyes, wondering what they were going to do next.

"Help! Oh, God in Heaven, help!"

"Shut 'er up!"

The two boys dropped her near a fallen tree, one of them jamming a foul-smelling handkerchief in her mouth. Carol struggled, hitting Ron in the face. The young man struck back, knocking her to the ground with a muffled curse.

"Man, she's a fuckin' prize. Even though we've been fuckin' the shit outta her, site's still better 'n most of the cunts up here," Jack said, his voice thick with emotion.

They were both squatting down next to her, holding her by the knees and shoulders. Carol's eyes were wide and unblinking. A pulse erupted in her throat. She could feel her cunt getting hot again, spilling out more juice. Ron and Jack each took a tit and squeezed and fondled it. She was going to take on both of them… that she was certain of. Of course, when Billy made her blow him, the two friends jacked off in her hair. But that was different. Now she was, going to feel both cocks in her… possibly at the same time! The thought of that made her boil with anticipation.

"Fuckin', baby, that's all that matters," Jack said, getting up and unhitching his pants. Ron followed suit, Billy standing guard over the girl and fingering his swollen dick through his trousers. Once more the girl scrambled to her feet and darted backward on her knees. She fell back into the brush, stumbled, pitched down on her ass. The men laughed and got hold of her, pulling her back into the small clearing.

"Get 'er over the fuckin' tree."

The boys shoved Carol down over a fallen trunk, pulling her hands behind her back and holding them there while they shoved her crotch against the rough bark. The young blonde twisted her head around to see what was happening. Her eyes were wide with lust and terror. Sweat made her bare ass glisten under the dim moonlight. Her cheeks were clenched. She pressed her crotch against the wide, dead trunk. The rough trunk scratched her cunt pleasantly. How good that sensation was of bark scratching against her hard clit. She bent her knees, opened wide enough to get her clit against the rough exterior.

"Man, this cunt is fuckin' unreal," Ron said. "She's fuckin' the Goddamned tree!"

"Can't have that!"

Billy slapped her hard in the butt, backed up, then aimed the toe of one boot right for her asscrack. Carol tensed, waiting for the blow. It came with a terrible force, knocking the wind from her, making her cry out in pain and frustration. When would this horror end? Once more she thought of her aunt and uncle, of their devotion to their only son, and the cruel deception fate played on them! He had taken her, an innocent virgin, and in the space of less than one week turned her into a screaming sex maniac. Every square inch of her young body had been cruelly violated. She had been subjected to the worst kinds of sex imaginable. And still he kept at her, kept degrading her, humiliating her, hurting her until she was almost mad with terror.

"She's all wet in there," Ron said, sticking one finger up her cunt. Involuntarily her pussy snapped shut, trapping the young man's finger up to the second joint. Carol ground her teeth together, moving her crotch more carefully back and forth over the trunk. Yes, oh, how good it felt to have those sharp wooden shards piercing her clit, making her juice run all the more heavily out of her slot. She felt Ron's finger move around inside like a tiny worm, his dirty fingernails scraping the sides of her cunt.

"Fuck 'er so I can get a crack at her pussy," Jack said impatiently.

Ron moved in position, running his hands up and down her spine, tucking his knees under her buttocks and centering his drooling cock-head over her fuck-slit. He drove in, the wet lips cushioning his hard driving upward thrust.

"Unnnghhhh!"

Carol twisted her head, throwing her long hair back and forth. She felt the strands tangle with the branches in front of her. A wild riot erupted in her pussy. Never before had she been so easily aroused. Time and time again this evening she'd felt her pussy rise to the occasion, heat up and juice only minutes after the last sexual outrage. But now her cunt seemed to be in a continual state of heat, flaring up from a slow simmer whenever a man touched her cunt or looked at her in a certain way.

Had they turned her into an insatiable nymphomaniac?

As Ron pummeled her snatch, digging his fingertips hard into her butt and thighs, the girl felt her tits flopping back and forth, scraping against the tree trunk. Everything in her body exploded with lust. Her belly muscles contracted, matching the throbbing rhythm of her stimulated pussy. She shook her ass, making the heavy muscles dance and jiggle. She was driving herself wild, driving the young man behind her wild.

"Man, she's good, she's… unnnghhh!"

Oh, no, no! Carol had secretly been hoping that both of them would fuck her at the same time. She wasn't brazen enough yet to beg for that. But still she'd hoped that somehow one of them would read her mind, would throw her on the ground and shove his dick in her cunt while the other tried to fuck her in the ass.

"Fuck, gonna… shoot!"

Carol screamed, matching his strangled sound of triumph. The ferocity of his lust was matched by hers. Fucking this way in this obscene, doggie-like position drove her to wild sexual heights. Oh, yes, she enjoyed being raped and beaten this way. All her complaints evaporated under the heat of her raging pussy. The humiliation was a small price to pay for the wonderful sensations burning her. Ron had fucked her quickly, his cum scalding the sides of her cunt and spilling out onto her thighs. His jizz caked on her thick pussy-hairs, the force of his attack wrinkling her cunt-lips. He drew out his cock, grunting like a satisfied animal.

"She good?"

"Man, like nothin' you ever fucked before. She milks your cock, milks it!" Ron said with surprise.

Carol groaned. It was true. She felt her pussy muscles contracting, relaxing, then contracting again, grabbing at the hammering dick, letting it go, then clenching at it again. She was so hot she couldn't control what was happening down there. Her cunt had taken on a life of its own.

"She gobbles it up."

Ron laughed, pushing his dick back into his Levi's. Now she was the subject of derision, something to be used, laughed at and thrown away.

"Okay, man, get outta the way. I'm next."

Somewhere in the distance Carol heard the birds singing. It was the calm after that terrible storm that had driven her aunt and uncle into town to help the less fortunate. A faint breeze came up, fresh and clean, bringing in the smell of the wet grass and ground ahead. The fog was breaking up. Everything was deceptively peaceful.

Jack came over. Carol gasped and tensed, breathing deeply through her nose. She wondered what more degradation would be worked against her.

As with Ron, Billy's other friend took Carol quickly, holding onto her butt, drilling his cock into her with little ceremony. With each fucking thrust, the blonde woman imagined how big his dick must be. Neither of the men had anything the size of Billy. Still their cocks had stirred up a morass of emotions, making her pant for more dick-meat.

"Man, gonna shoot!"

The strained quality of his voice told Carol the young man was near orgasm. She clenched her thighs, wiggling them back and forth, feeling the hard bark scraping her flesh as bursts of hot jizz spattered against her cuntal walls. Ohhh, she was being stuffed with cum. Billy laughed as he watched Jack's spunk drive out Ron's. The young girl shivered as she felt the hot liquid burn down the backs of her legs.

"Man, hot little twat!" Jack said, pulling his cock out with a squishy sound.

"And she's still ready for more," Billy observed. He raised one leg and pressed his toe against her cunt. They watched as Carol shivered, moved her ass back and tilted it up as if she were ready for more cock.

"Man, she'll take on anything any time!" Ron commented dryly.

"How about that knife?"

Jack had shoved the switchblade back in his rear pocket. But when Billy made that suggestion he grinned, reached back, and pulled out the ivory handled instrument. Pressing the button, the young man smiled more broadly, twisting the blade back and forth, staring at the cutting edge, then moving his eyes down to Carol's butt.

"Oh, no!" she moaned, her eyes bugging out when she saw what was going to happen. She tried to fight down the new surge of growing terror. Being fucked and beaten with a bolt was one thing. But this, this could kill her. She had been so close to mutilation so many times that for a few seconds the threat of this blade did little for her. Then the thought that the instrument could do far more damage than a belt or whip scorched her mind.

"Let 'er squeal, just like the pig she is," Billy said.

Carol raised her head, eyes wide, and focused on the knife. Her lower lip pouted and quivered, Jack let the blade move almost as if it had its own power. Down it went, shaving the tiny body hairs growing out of her buttocks. Carol let out a shivery moan, her flesh puckering up into goosepimples. Then Jack let the blade cut the girl's asscheeks, drawing a faint trickle of blood.

Carol screamed, throwing her head back. Jack laughed and bore down harder, making a tiny slit in her smooth rounded buttocks. Her hands beat the earth, scattering the brown and gray twigs. Her legs stirred dust. Caked mud flew up in all directions as she struggled with her tormentors.

The blonde teen screamed again, twisting, trying to break free. But it was futile. The knife traced a circular trail down to her pussy. Carol tensed, waiting for the blade to cut out her snatch. That was what they'd threatened to do to her, and she was certain they would carry out their threat.

"Ohhhhh!"

The difference between the cold cutting blade and her hot pussy-lips made her snatch tremble, then snap shut. The edge of the knife cut into her trembling outer labes, leaving tiny silts that burned as her snatch-juice trickled over them.

"Stop it!" Carol pleaded. Her chest hurt from the growing terror. Her breath came in gasps. Soon, soon it would be all over. Soon they would kill her and she would be at peace. Death, Carol began to think, would be the only way she could escape.