Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
GANG RAPED COUSIN Annie Bickman finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by her cousin, degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Annie suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensitibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Stop it, Bobby! Uncle Fred...he'll get you if he finds out you've..."
"Nobody's gonna find out anything," the young farm boy said, opening his shirt and revealing a broad hairy chest. "Come on, Annie. You knew what the hell was gonna happen when you came out here."
Annie Bickman backed away from her cousin, one hand stretched out behind her, the other fanned over the base of her throat. She focused her eyes on the bulge running down her cousin's one pant leg. He was rubbing his hard-on with his fingers, a cruel smile crossing his lips as he walked closer. Cock!
Yes, he was going to fuck her. The blonde teenager could see that.
"No, I swear I didn't! Just leave me alone," she whispered, her heart pounding so rapidly she thought it was going to burst. Her cousin was cornering her in the barn, blocking her escape with his thick-muscled body. Annie felt her feet sinking into the soft hay as she backed away a little farther from the young stud. The smell of stale animal piss hung in the air like a thick perfume, making her wrinkle her nose up in disgust.
"Yeah, you didn't mean it," Bobby said, his eyes narrowing as he pulled off his shirt and flipped the top button open of his jeans. "like you didn't mean wigglin' that fuckin' ass of yours all around the dinner table. Man, if those shorts were any tighter I could see your fuckin' cunt lips."
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Annie backed against the far wall. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide any more. She was trapped by her own silly ideas about flirting. She had done those things, partly to tease her cousin innocently, partly because she just didn't know about these sort of things. Her mother had kept her so much in the dark about men and what they liked. Surely that wasn't reason enough for her to be punished like this!
"Oh, please, I won't tell anyone about this if you just stop and...and go away," she stammered, her face reflecting the growing terror she felt.
The thought of getting fucked by her cousin unleashed a storm of conflicting emotions in the young girl. She felt giddy, high at the thought that she could arouse such feelings in a man. Of course Annie had read about these sorts of things, had even heard about them from her girlfriends and teachers at school. But reading about sex was one thing. Actually being a part of it was another. And now she was a very big part of this scene and it frightened her. And Annie knew there were plenty of her friends back at school who would gladly change places with her right now. Bobby was as handsome as her uncle-six feet tall, black hair that hung rakishly over one eye, broad forehead framed by a square jaw, and eyes that seemed to pierce right through to her soul. The way he looked at her all the time-it had her flesh puckering up into gooseflesh whenever she passed him! At dinner, watching television, talking with her uncle about her mother, even while doing the dishes, Annie could sense when Bobby was around. She could feel his eyes undressing her, caressing her smooth young body, making the heat that had concentrated in her furry pussy grow worse and worse.
That was why she hadn't been thinking clearly when she had stepped out of the house after dinner and had followed her cousin into the darkened barn. Did she knew that little excursion would lead to this? One part of her mind did.
"I ain't gonna go nowhere...nowhere till I fuck that tight little cunt of yours," Bobby said, licking his lips.
Annie brushed back her blonde hair, drawing the opened halves of her blouse over her bra. It had become unbuttoned the moment Bobby had attacked her, shoving her back from the entrance after having shut the barn door. Now she stood with her ass-cheeks pressed tight against the corner, watching as her cousin pulled down the zipper tab of his pants.
"Oh, no, don't," she whispered, feeling hot tears welling up in her eyes. Should she run, scream? Surely Uncle Fred would hear her cries and come running to help her. If that were true, then why was she standing there, her hands at her throat, her eyes wide, watching his crotch while his pants slowly opened? Why was she feeling electric-like sensations rushing up and down her inner thighs, making her cunt lips move and rub against one another? There were many questions, questions that might have been answered if only her mother had been more candid with her. Now all the girl could do was stand there and guess at her feelings while her cousin undressed in front of her.
"Oh, oh..."
She could see black wiry cockhairs poking around the zipper teeth, could see the pink coloration of his muscled legs. She didn't want to see any more. Another feeling-one of humiliated morality-overcame her growing excitement. It was wrong to feel things like this, to become hot when a boy was undressing. With a sharp cry, Annie shook off the stupor that had paralyzed her and wheeled around. She started running down one wall toward a row of rotting horse stalls. Her hair streamed out behind her, her arms reaching out in front for anything to help her.
"Hey, man, you ain't goin' nowhere," she heard Bobby cry behind her.
Annie could hear her cousin's feet pounding against the hay-strewn floor behind her. He was closing the distance between them! If only she could get to a door, to a window, somewhere where she could call out, could climb out and get away from her sex-crazed cousin. Her uncle would be in the house. She could rush to him for protection, could tell him everything that had happened. Uncle Fred would understand. He was the father she had always longed for and never had...not since her father had died long ago. Yes, he would be kind and take care of her.
"OH!" she screamed.
Too late! Bobby had been faster than she, stretching out his hand and taking hold of her wrist. Annie felt her arms stiffen out behind her, pull back and nearly wrench out of her shoulder socket. The girl cried out, wheeling around, her hair splashing over her face and curtaining her eyes. Annie screamed, pitching forward off-balance and slamming head first against the wall. "UGH!"
Her head was spinning and throbbing from the blow. Her fingers clawed frantically against the splintery old wood while she felt Bobby's grip tighten around her wrist. For a moment she thought her cousin was going to break her arm.
"You ain't gonna go runnin' out to my father or anybody, baby. You're gonna play here with me. And when I'm through with you, maybe I'll give you to my friends."
Annie heard his words, felt her stomach buck, then turn over. What was he going to do to her now, beat her? She twisted her head around and peered through her hair, staring at those big black eyes of Bobby's. She could hear his heavy, gaspy breathing become more and more shallow. Her reluctance to fuck, the short chase, this little encounter was exciting the young stud all the more. Annie closed her eyes and tugged back, her feet slipping on the slick hay. She felt that sick feeling wash over her once more.
"Over here," he said, leading the girl away from the wall toward several torn burlap sacks strewn on the floor. Somewhere in the background she could hear the soft hum from w the electric milking machines in the next building. The smell of piss and shit was stronger here. The odor almost made the girl gag as Bobby pulled her down to the floor. "Oh, no, no, no!"
She had never had a man touch her this way! The boys at school almost seemed afraid of her. And then on dates they either left her completely alone or tried to rape her on the spot! In either case they got nowhere. And now...
"Yeah, you're gonna be one hell of a hot fuck. I can tell," he added, noticing the protest in her eyes.
No, no, that isn't true! she thought. She wasn't going to be a hot anything. She was a good girl, the kind of girl her mother could brag about to her friends. While others were getting abortions or giving up babies for adoption she was going to school, keeping her head straight, not letting boys and sex get on her mind. It was her studies, her wonderful studies that mattered.
"Mmmmm, nice, nice," Bobby murmured.
Annie was feeling real fear now. The flesh along her thighs, in the valley between her thunderous thirty-six-inch tits, and along her ass crack crawled. He dropped her wrist, standing there like some conquering general, his hands on his hips. The dim overhead light from the one bare bulb made her cousin look more frightening than she'd ever seen him before. His forehead wrinkled and the skin n around his eyes tightened. The girl tried backing away once more, half expecting him to start ripping at her neck like a wolf.
Bobby laughed, then laid a heavy calloused palm on her shoulder. He shoved her back with such force Annie nearly flew off the ground. The backs of her legs struck something on the ground, sending her pitching back onto the floor. Her blonde hair splashed over her face once more as she felt her ass sinking into the soft hay.
"HELP!"
"Shut up!"
Bobby looked around hurriedly, then decided his father hadn't heard the cry.
"Come on, take off them clothes...and make it fast."
Annie fought back the tears welling up in her eyes. She saw there was no escape. If she tried to shout, tried to run away again he would get more brutal, perhaps actually beat her, scar her for life. She couldn't take that kind of chance. Slowly, reluctantly, the girl unbuttoned her blue flannel shirt, feeling the smooth material sliding over her shoulders and down her arms. Then, reaching down, she unzipped her work jeans, squeezing her ass-cheeks together and raising her ass to slide the jeans down her lithe legs.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," Bobby sighed, his eyes glowing with lust as he saw her sitting there on the burlap in just her white cotton bra and panties. She was still holding her jeans in one hand.
"Don't...don't do this to me," she whispered in a little girl's voice. It was so hard not to cry, not to break down completely in front of him.
Her pleas and begging increased her cousin's sexual arousal more than ever.
"Come on, sit up, come on."
When she showed some signs of hesitation, the young man reached down and grabbed her hair, filling his hand with the blonde strands.
"UGH!"
Stars exploded behind her eyes as Annie felt him jerk her close. It was as if thousands of tiny daggers were stabbing into her scalp. Her lips brushed against his opened zipper. The girl cried out once more, jerking her hands up, feeling her fingers pressing against that horrible bulge in his pants. She pulled away only to find Bobby tugging on her hair again, threatening to tear it from her scalp.
"UGHHHHH!"
The pain was terrible! Tears oozed from her eyes, streaking her flushed cheeks. Annie thought she was going to faint from the pain. Bobby was holding her tightly now, his fingers locked behind her skull. He was rubbing her lips over his jeans, purposely sliding them up and down over his hard cock. Did he expect her to...to put that thing in her mouth? She had heard of some girls who did that kind of thing. Some of her friends had even said that it was fun, that a girl didn't have to worry about getting knocked up. But the thought of putting that long thing in her mouth and having that white stuff shooting down her throat made her squirm in panic!
"Ohhh, baby, I'd want you to take my cock in your mouth and suck on it, but I'm so fuckin' hot I'd pop off in a sec," Bobby admitted. "No way, baby. I'm gonna shoot it in your cunt where it belongs."
Annie's ass-cheeks swiveled over the dirty burlap. She blinked away the tears, her hands hanging helplessly at her sides. Once again the girl tried backing away. Her cousin growled, swore at her, then shoved her back. Annie tensed as she saw him raising his right hand again. He let her cry a little, her tears flowing down her cheeks.
"That's it, baby, that's it," he whispered, shoving one hand down to his halved jeans and pulling out the longest, the thickest, the biggest cock in the whole world-or so the girl would have guessed.
"OH!"
Annie's mouth opened, her jaw slack as she saw a man's cock for the first time! His prick was so huge, so much bigger than she'd seen in the picture books. The big blue rope-like veins twisted around his meaty cock, throbbing with lust as he advanced toward her.
"Oh, no, no, no..."
The reality of the situation crashed down on the terrified girl. She pushed her legs against the burlap, her hands pressing against her naked thighs. It was so quiet, so still, except for her cousin's hard, heavy, uneven breathing and her stifled moans.
The young girl shook her head slowly from side to side, her eyes wide, focused on his fat hard-on. The brightness of his eyes increased, became as steady as the stare of a hungry sewer rat.
"NO!"
As she trembled, terrified, he smiled, happy at her terror, taking pride in her confusion, indecision. Bobby could see that behind her fear was real excitement, curiosity, wonder at what it would be like to be fucked by his prick. He could see all this in her face and smiled even more broadly than before. This was gonna be one hell of a night! What a way to top off a good dinner!
"Oh, help me, help..."
It was a stupid move, one that angered Bobby again. He drew his hand up higher, then brought it down. Even as she flattened herself against the wall, drawing herself up into a ball, his fingers slapped against her cheek. The report of that blow and her quavering outcry echoed through the large empty barn.
"Ooooooohhhhh!"
The force of the slap made Annie's head snap violently to the left, her hair washing over her face while her body jerked to one side. Her flesh jiggled. The girl felt her head throb, a strange buzzing sound something like the hum of milking machines filling her head.
"Bitch!" he whispered.
Annie whimpered back. The smell of the barn was in her nostrils. Yes, she was a bitch, a bitch fit to be fucked in the dirty straw that crunched under her. And her cousin was going to fuck her savagely without any remorse, without having a guilty conscience. And yet somehow that knowledge struck a peculiar feeling in her, one that the girl never would have guessed existed inside. She wrinkled her forehead, feeling some odd sensation rising in her. What on earth was happening?
"Come on."
The young girl was vaguely aware of a sexual thrill building in her, one that she couldn't understand. No one in her class had ever talked about this, had even hinted at it. Pleasure and pain? Of course there were all those dirty, awful jokes about women getting off on whips and chains...that sort of thing giggled about in bathrooms and bedrooms. But nobody ever did that sort of thing...really, or did they? Was it possible that those terrible jokes had their roots in reality? Annie shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Was it possible she was one of those women who actually enjoyed men abusing her, hurting her?
"UGH!"
The thought was too repulsive, too awful for her to think of. She watched Bobby push down his pants, sliding his tight-fitting dirty jeans down to his knees. Annie saw his fat, hairy, leathery balls swing out at the base of his prick. His cock was so thick and long! The cherry color of the tip of his cock glowed like the heated end of a branding iron. His fat balls hung down, cradled in the wrinkled leathery flesh that now drew up tight to his crotch. For an instant Annie wished she had a knife, a butcher's knife. Then she'd cut off those balls so he couldn't torment her like this!
"You'll want this all the time, Annie. When I get through with you, you'll want to fuck all the time," Bobby whispered, grinding his teeth.
"You...you don't know what you're doing to me! Please, Bobby, I promise I won't tell anyone..."
"We gone too far for it, baby. Can't back down now. Man, I'd be jackin' off half the night thinkin' about you layin' like this."
It was true. They had gone too far. She knew Bobby would have to see this thing through. And she too would have to go through with it. And then that feeling, that wonderful sensation of being overpowered, of being forced to submit washed over her again. Something had happened to her, had changed her attitude the moment his trousers had slid to the floor. She had seen his cock and felt the heat in her cunt explode. Suddenly Annie wanted to touch that thing jutting out like a pole, wanted to take, his prick in her hands and touch his cock, feel his prick. Her pussy pulsed with a wild throbbing as she lay there on the burlap.
"No, no." Annie was crying more to herself, trying to stop those terrible feelings.
She sobbed, her back pressed against the wall, her fists clenched and shoved against her soft thighs. She couldn't allow herself to feel like this. She couldn't let herself feel those forbidden sensations coursing through her cunt. It was wrong-terribly, terribly wrong!
"Oh, yeah, yeah, I can feel that cunt of yours touchin' my prick now."
Bobby was rubbing his fingers up and down his cock now, slicking the flesh with pre-cum. Annie was dizzy with terror. Her cousin was going to rape her...and something deep inside her told her she was going to enjoy it. That was the awful terror, the thing she couldn't stand to think about. She was going to like what he was about to do to her. Even the thought of him brutalizing her, of him beating her, excited the girl. Sobbing, shaking her head continuously from side to side, Annie waited for the inevitable.
"Good, hot tight pussy."
He moved closer, his big cock waving, striking his belly. Annie thought about the size of his cock and felt his prick belonged more between the hindquarters of a mule or horse. And that image, that thinking about the size of his cock made her tits swell, her nipples harden, strain itchily against her bra. A sharp spasm shot through her body, making her clit rise up from the surrounding soft juicy flesh and tingle. As more fuck juice oozed from her cunt, wetting down the narrow band of nylon that pressed against her pussylips, Bobby drew closer. The girl realized that the moment was near, the moment she had both feared and welcomed.
"Fuck it out now, baby, fuck it out," Bobby said, stepping from his jeans. He was going to fuck her.
But Bobby wasn't to be put off by his cousin's hysteria. Annie was squirming back once more, tucking one leg under the other while Bobby advanced. He had that awful hand high in the air again, hanging threateningly over her head. She could hear the fingers cutting through the dark air, could see the shadow of his arm descend rapidly. Annie screamed like a frightened cornered animal, her voice high pitched, strained. It would be her last attempt to cry for help.
"OGOOGHHHHH!"
His big hand came down on her head, striking the girl hard enough to daze her. She shot back, her legs springing apart while her arms flailed like those of a limp rag doll. Her defenses were completely gone. Letting out a low wail of defeat, Annie collapsed on the floor, turning her head away from her cousin to keep from watching.
She could hear the soft sounds of his knees scraping over the hay-covered floor, could sense him approaching her, towering over her. Stubble itched along her thighs and under her arms as she lay quietly on the burlap, breathing shallowly. How strange her feelings were still in conflict with one another! Still the girl felt her initial terror, her horror at the thought of her cousin trying to fuck her.
And nearly overriding that sensation was the thought of how good it was going to be. She could admit that now, could admit it to herself now as she was about to be raped! All through junior high school and on into high school, Annie had wondered about boys, about how it would feel to have their cocks fucking in and out of her cunt. The fact that her mother had told her about the evils of sex had increased her curiosity even more!
And that was probably why her escape attempts had been so futile. Granted Bobby was stronger, faster, bigger. But she surely could have raised hell, could have screamed, could have defied the young man and probably could have stopped the scene before it had advanced to this stage. There was little doubt that Annie had encouraged the young man, had wanted him to paw her like this, to rape her, to take from her her only treasure-her cherry!
Bobby was crawling on top of her. She could feel his body pressing against hers, shoving her down into the rustling hay. He was pawing her tits, struggling with her bra strap. After swearing impatiently, he ripped the halter from her body, tossing it to the floor. As her tits sprang free, she yelped, trying to draw her hands over her tits.
"Fuck that shit, Annie. I ain't gonna chop 'em off or nothin'. Just wanna get a look at them things," he said, knocking her hands aside. "Yeah, yeah." His voice altered, became almost reverent as he stared at her high-riding tits. "Nice nipples, nice everything."
He was sliding up and down on her, rubbing his stiff hot cock over the groove separating her torso from her thighs. Annie could feel his hot, stiff hunk of prick slipping up and down, the tip edging closer and closer toward her cunt. She stiffened, wallowing her shoulders against the dirty burlap. She could feel his knees pressing against the insides of her thighs now, spreading her legs open, getting her ready for her first fuck!
There was no stopping, no ending of this awful, horrible scene. And then suddenly his method changed. Instead of fucking his prick in, instead of making her yell with pain as he tore her cherry from its anchorage, Bobby moved down. She shivered, feeling his long tongue licking her belly. Then he moved on up to her tits, sliding his tongue over the stiff, itchy tips of her tits. In a second he had clamped his lips over one nipple, sucking hard. He nibbled around her areola while flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth.
"OOOOOHHH!" she moaned.
Annie had never thought about this. That wasn't quite true. There were times while lying in bed she thought about one or two of the guys on the football team climbing on top of her and feeling her tits. She would raise one hand and close her eyes, pinching her nipples, feeling her cunt take fire as she thought about those young men. And then perhaps they'd use their mouths. The girl had never really followed through that fantasy, but now...
The girl snapped her head to one side, clenching her fists even tighter as Bobby moved from tit to tit, from nipple to nipple, sucking the rubbery ends so hard she thought he was going to tear them off.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH..."she groaned.
His teeth were tearing at her tit tips, sending shocks of fear rushing up and down her spine. She was going to lose her cherry, and it was going to feel good! She could feel the burlap material gathering around her ass-cheeks as her cousin tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties, trying to pull them off. Annie twisted her body, one leg folding over the other. Something told her it would be more fun, more of what Bobby expected from her if she fought him. Raising both arms, she pushed her palms flat against his chest, trying to shove him away while shoving her ass down hard against the barn floor. "Move it, Annie."
With that the young stud slapped her lightly across the face, backhanding her, then slapping her once more. Her head snapped from side to side from the series of blows. Her cries stopped, her cheeks feeling heated then numb from the slapping. Bobby stopped his beating, listening to her muffled sobs with pleasure, then started to pull down her panties once more.
"Ohhhh..."
Was it a nightmare or a dream come true? Annie didn't know. She felt the waistband sliding down, down past her thighs, over her knees, her ankles, gone. Now she was naked, unprotected, open to his attack. Once more the girl cried out softly, feeling the icy grip of fear on her heart.
"Fuckin' bitch, you trottin' that ass of yours around the fuckin' house all the time. Now you're gonna get what you deserve for all that cock teasin', " Bobby said, working himself up into a frenzy.
"I didn't mean anything by it...I swear it. I just...I don't know what I mean. Please, don't..."
Bobby threw himself onto her heavily, his fingers digging painfully into her sides, his knees spreading her thighs farther apart. She could feel her puffy cunt lips peeling back stickily from the position of her legs. More fuck juice oozed from her crack, trickling maddeningly into her ass crack. Bobby was holding onto her tightly, sliding one hand around her ass. He smoothed his fingers over her firm ass-cheeks, kneading her resilient flesh, his breath catching while his prick kept sliding back and forth over her legs.
"No, oh, no, no..." she moaned weakly.
He trailed one finger along her narrow ass crack until she felt it straying over her ass-hole. Annie felt his body tensing, felt more sweat trickle down from his body onto hers. He was applying more and more pressure, his finger straightening, stiffening, his jagged nail pressing harder against her sensitive ass-hole. He was going to try to finger-fuck her ass-hole! Annie's mouth opened wide, a rush of air escaping in place of a cry. Her ass-hole! He was actually going to fuck her in the ass-hole with his finger!
"STOP IT!" she screamed.
Desperately the young blonde teen tried to squirm her ass away from his offending hand. But Bobby's weight kept her pinned to the burlap. Annie straightened both legs, then bent them at the knees, hitting him hard with the balls of her feet. She wallowed her shoulders against the burlap, squirming like a snake as his finger eased deeper and deeper into her spasming ass-hole. "UGHHHHH!"
Annie tensed, jerking her ass away, feeling her wrinkled ass flesh puckering shut as his jagged fingernail slipped away.
"Stay put!"
With that the young man moved his hand a little to the left, finding her ass-hole again with his index fingertip and fucking his finger in with one sharp jab. He had it jammed up to the second joint! The girl let out a guttural yell, her legs straightening, her spine arching into a broad curl while Bobby wiggled his finger back and forth. How odd it felt having his finger scraping the silky lining of her ass-hole.
"Man, I could fuck you in the ass, know that? Some girls really dig that, gettin' fucked in the ass! They don't have to worry about gettin' knocked up and all that shit!"
"No, no, don't...don't do that," Annie moaned.
Hot needles of pleasure radiated out from her pierced shitter and made her clit tingle more maddeningly than before! She squirmed less frantically, feeling the sexy rub of her cunt lips against her clit. She was moving in a counter rhythm to Bobby's ass-fucking finger!
She was starting to feel really good. Now she could understand what the stud was talking about. Some girls would probably enjoy getting his prick up their ass and then later maybe he would fuck them in the pussy and...but what could she be thinking of? She was acting the part of a slut, a whore! This was no lover's tryst. She was being raped, forced against her will to submit to these degrading sexual acts!
"Stop...stop doing this to me," she stammered, closing her eyes and turning her face away from her cousin's sneering stare.
"Poor little girl," he said, shaking the sweat from his eyes and laughing at her. "You want it bad, so bad you don't know what to do. But you still gotta put on that fuckin' virgin act, huh?" He grit his teeth. "I'm gonna make you beg for my cock. When I get through with you, you're gonna be screamin' down the walls for cockmeat...and you're probably gonna be screamin' for more when I get through."
"No, no, no I won't. You're an animal, unnatural...awful. If you were a good man you wouldn't be doing this to me," she shot back.
"Hell, baby, you're just one of them broads built for fuckin'. I met a couple like that on the cheerleading team. Man, they couldn't keep their eyes off a guy's crotch. And when you got 'em in the sack...whew!"
Annie blushed. She wasn't one of those, wasn't a nymphomaniac. Until now she hadn't done anything more irregular than most of her friends.
"I could fuck you in the ass, in the mouth, in the cunt and you'd want more no matter what the hell I did. Yeah, you're just built for fuckin', " he whispered, smoothing his fingers over her tits.
Annie shivered at his touch. There was something in his stinging words that touched some truth in her mind. She'd think about that later, after this horror had passed. Right now she concentrated on the fear that made her flesh glisten with sweat. Ohhh, she could feel his sweat running down her belly, the wetness running into her cunt crack and mixing with her fuck juices. That sudden hot, wet sensation was like an electric shock on her pussy. It was so hot, so exciting it knocked the wind out of her. Her thighs flexed, the tendons pushing up against her flesh while her ass-cheeks tensed and danced frantically over the burlap. It was wonderful as much as it was awful. This brutal rape was exciting! God forgive her, but her cousin was right. She was wanting this, needing this fuck. It was hard for her to catch her breath as she felt her brain simmering with lust. Her chest was tightening, her mouth growing dry while her cunt-juice flowed freely onto the burlap.
She wanted to feel his mouth now all over her body. No part of her body was sacred. She wanted him to touch her all over, wanted to feel him all over. She pranced her ass high in the air, rubbing the soles of her feet back and forth over the dirty sack material.
"Yeah, yeah, you want it bad, don'tcha? Don'tcha?" Bobby asked, his eyes burning.
"No, no, you're lying," she whispered, the truth stinging what little pride she had.
But he was right. She wanted him as she'd wanted nothing else in her life before. And the terror of being hurt by her cousin made her want to hold more tightly onto her tormentor for dear life.
"No..."
She tried to pull back. But of course it was impossible. Bobby held her too tightly between his legs for her to do anything but submit. Holding her wrist with one hand he jammed the palm of the other against her cunt. He was forcing her legs farther apart, cupping her crotch, actually milking the rubbery edges of her cunt lips apart while pressing his palm against her furry pussy mound. That combination of sensations was driving her wild! For the first time in her life Annie was having her cunt stimulated by another person...and what he knew, what ways he had to make her pussy tingle with delight.
" Mmmmmmmmmm!"
Without thinking, she shoved her hips up, imbedding one thumb in her hot, wet pussy. God in heaven forgive her but it felt good to have something like that in her pussy. What could it be about herself that made her enjoy this, that made her actively go out and seek someone like her cousin to do this to her? She stopped for a moment, the thought acting to quell her emotions. Bobby noticed her sudden lack of enthusiasm and gave her a slap across the face.
"Move that ass! Come on, you ain't gonna just lay here and let me do all the work. It's your fuck, baby, and you're gonna work for it!"
He was wiggling his thumb down into her hot pussy, scraping it over her clit. Annie thought the world exploded in front of her. She cried out, arching her back, beating her feet against his sides while pounding her fists hard on his chest. He was touching her clit, making it wiggle from side to side, sending showers of sparks into her clutching pussy. She never knew she was capable of having such powerful explosions inside her cunt.
"OOOOOOOHHHH!" she moaned.
Twice the girl tried closing her legs. But Bobby's body was in the way.
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped, unaware of what she was saying.
Bobby grunted, satisfied that he had turned his cousin completely around. From the screaming young girl out for a lark, he had made her a gasping, grasping bitch, hungry for his touch. He pulled his thumb out of her sucking, furry cunt, watching as her face slackened at the sensation of something withdrawing from her.
Then with a hard jab forward he shoved his thumb back, finding her swollen clit once more. Then with another twist the young man crushed it under his nail. "AIYEEEEEEE!"
Brilliant stars exploded behind her eyes as a mixture of pleasure and pain shot through her body and mind. Annie kicked out her left leg while both hands flailed out to either side of her body. She arched her back once more, rubbing her belly up against his as the pain corkscrewed higher up to her brain.
"Stop it...oh, God, stop..."
Annie couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop the pain from becoming worse and worse between her legs. Then finally the young man pulled his thumb out once more. Annie sagged back to the burlap sack, her breaths coming in soft pants. The veins in her neck were distended, pushing out against her wet, glistening flesh. She stared at him and suddenly felt herself wanting him more than ever.
"Dumb bitch."
He couldn't wait anymore. Annie could see this in his eyes. She clenched her thighs, knowing this was the moment she had both waited for and dreaded. Terror receded under her growing lust.
Was there someone outside the barn? She didn't know. The girl thought she could hear footsteps out there. Perhaps it was just her confused mind whirling about while this stud reamed out her cunthole with his prick. She wasn't sure. All she knew for certain was that her cousin was prying her legs apart with his fingers. She sucked in a deep breath, bracing herself for the first fuck of her life. Her mother had warned her about the pain, about the bleeding. Some of her girlfriends who had gone to bed with guys hadn't made much about it. But Annie was never sure if they were telling the truth or were just acting a part for her and her giggling friends.
"Get ready for it, baby. You're gonna get what you been askin' for since you been here for the visit."
He had her legs pushed up, bent back at the knees and spread way apart. Spasms of hot lust shot through her cunt once more, making her want to snap her knees together. The way he was rubbing her cunt lips against one another made the girl groan with ecstasy. If only this could last. If only there weren't the fucking part, the part that would bring pain, bleeding!
"Noooo!"
"Take it, you stupid little bitch. Take...my...cock!"
With that the girl braced herself, holding her breath while digging her fingernails into her palms. This was the first time, the very first time she was doing this. And her own cousin was raping her!
Annie felt his cockhead sliding up, up past the bottom junction of her puffy cunt lips and stopping about the middle of her wet crack. She could feel his knees and thighs bracing against the backs of her legs, could feel his big fingers fanning out against her shoulders and holding her down while his prick pressed against her cunthole. Sweat dripped off his forehead and onto her face and throat as the girl readied herself for her first big fuck.
CHAPTER THREE
"Wawwwwwhhh! Oh no, no, no! Take it out! Take it out!"
Annie was screaming, her back bowed out, her fists beating Bobby violently on the chest while she tried to squirm her ass away from his cock. The pain! Oh, God, it was worse, far worse than any of her friends had told her! Stars popped in front of her as she kept trying to pull away from the grunting fucking stud.
"Shut up, damn you!"
Bobby was worried his father might hear the frantic screams of his cousin. Moving one hand up, he clamped his palm over her lips, pressing down so hard the girl felt her lips peel up and cut against her teeth. It had been so good, so much fun the moment his fat prick-head had wormed its way into her cunthole! She shivered with delight when her pussylips peeled back, stretched thin to make room for his cock. Inch by thick, throbbing inch his prick had fucked in sending hot chilly flashes racing through her body.
But then came the moment of truth, the moment when his prickhead tried to smash through her cherry. The pain had been scalding, taking her breath away.
"TAKE IT OUT!" she screamed again, digging her fingernails into his chest.
"Damn it!"
Bobby was having a hard time shutting her up. She jerked her head to one side, sliding away from the offending hand and screaming out for help. He backhanded her, temporarily dazing the girl for a moment. At the same time, the young man pulled back, easing the pressure against her cherry for a second.
Had he given up? Was he going to pull out, leave her a virgin? Looking up through her long blonde lashes Annie could see that wasn't true. He was only relaxing for a moment. He'd be back doing it, trying to burst her cherry!
"Oh, please, please don't...it hurts so much . . .oh, you're going to kill me!"
"Ain't nobody died from fuckin' yet," Bobby said, shaking more sweat off his forehead.
Waiting a few moments longer, Bobby tensed his thighs, shoving down hard, putting more and more pressure on his fat cock. Annie could feel this, could feel his body shuddering with the effort of breaking her cherry. Again she screamed, arching her back, beating her fists on his chest while trying to pull her ass away from the pain. It was awful! She could hardly draw a breath through her flared nostrils! Her lungs burned, her chest tightened as if some animal were sitting on it, clawing at her lungs. She was beating his lower back with the balls of her feet, crying at her cousin to stop this madness before it was too late.
"No, no, take it out...ohhhhh God, don't do it, don't...do...do it!"
"Yeah, yeah, you want it out. You'd probably kill me for pullin' away right now," he laughed, drawing back a second time, then flexing his thighs and sending his prick fucking back into her pussy.
Annie thought the world had exploded around her. The pressure against her cherry was overwhelming. Gradually she felt the puckered flesh giving way, ripping from its holding and bowing in.
"NOOOOO!" she cried.
And then it happened! There was a tearing sensation, followed by a stabbing pain that took her breath away. It was as if she'd just fallen into the ocean and was drowning. Her arms stiffened, her legs going into spasms while her eyes fluttered spasmodically. Torn! Fucked! Her cherry was gone, ripped away by that huge cunt-splitter. Frantically the young blonde teen sucked in air to feed her plunging body, twisting from side to side as much as she could, her hipbones grinding against her cousin's. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Slowly the fight ebbed from Annie. She relaxed, sagging back onto the burlap, feeling completely defeated. And what a feeling she had now between her legs! It was so strange having her cousin's cock jammed all the way up to the hilt! She felt as if her body were coming apart. Thank God he'd stopped fucking her in and out. She needed some time, some time to get used to being filled like this, to having her itchy cunt walls spread so far apart by this big thing. Wriggling her ass a little, she could feel his hot balls rubbing against her ass-cheeks, the drag of his balls sending little shivers of delight racing up and down her spine.
"That's it, baby, that's it," Bobby said, listening to Annie sob quietly. "I didn't think there were any virgins left...'cept kids and that shit."
"You...you...bastard!"
She had never used that awful word.
"Who knows? I ain't checked my old man to see if he was my real father," Bobby quipped, moving his hips back and forth.
Annie shuddered, feeling his cock stirring gently inside her cunt like a giant spoon. She was breathing more easily now, the pain having subsided, turning into something far more pleasurable. Bobby recognized the change in her attitude and started pulling back, easing his weight off her once more.
Annie tensed, arching her back like a startled cat as his fat cockhead slipped past the spot where her cherry had been anchored. There was some pain, but not nearly the amount she had suffered. Her cousin was right. The pain was going away, replaced by an odd, pulsing itch that was growing more and more intense as the seconds ticked away.
When his fat prickhead rested at the mouth of her cunt, Annie found herself jerking her ass-cheeks up and down, silently begging Bobby to fuck his cock back into her. She had to have that feeling, that sensation of pressure against her cunt walls, that feeling of his balls dragging over her cunt lips. Chilly itches raced up and down her pussy, making her clit tingle more maddeningly than before. She thrashed wildly on the sacks, sending little puffs of dirt and hay in the air. Both of them were dirty now, covered with the stuff as they rolled in the darkened barn, fucking their teenaged brains out.
Tensing his thigh muscles once more, Bobby fucked his cock back into the moaning girl. Annie thought she was going to come unglued!
Her cunt muscles contracted, relaxed, then contracted again, forcing her pussy walls to milk her cousin's fucking cock. She felt Bobby shuddering against her, felt his chest heave mightily up and down while his legs pressed harder against her upturned ass-cheeks. He was high, as high as she was. Perhaps he had better control of his emotions at this point, but he was close to cumming. Cumming, orgasm! How she and her girlfriends used to laugh about that, wondering how they would sound when that moment came.
He was all the way in her clutching cunthole now, fucking the full eight inches of his prick into her pussy. Bobby left his cock in there for another moment, rocking his hips from side to side, stirring his prick around so she could feel his cock better. She loved that slipping sliding feeling, the sensation of his cock trenching out her cunthole, loved the sound, that sexy sound of his cock squishing through her pussy. It drove her wild. Annie found herself clawing her fingernails against Bobby's back, trying to draw him closer, deeper.
"OH, OH!" she moaned.
Annie rolled her head from side to side, stray strands of blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks and forehead. Her eyes were closed, her mouth partially opened, emitting soft groaning sounds. Her flesh glistened with perspiration while her cousin began fucking her once more. Up and down, up and down his hairy ass rose, his cock pushing aside her moist, dark-pink squiggly cunt tissues again and again.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out. Man, you need this as much as me!"
It was true. There was no need to hide the facts from her cousin. He would see through any masquerade. She needed him, needed him badly.
His belly rested against hers, his hands kneading her tit flesh while his cock continued to fuck out her cunthole. Bobby was fucking her harder and faster. And as he kept fucking her, the scalding pleasure grew more and more intense, quickly becoming the greatest sensation the groaning teen had ever experienced in her young life. He was fucking her hard, his hips pounding hers like pile drivers while his balls swung forward and slapped wetly against her ass-cheeks. Instinctively the girl knew Bobby was reaching the end of the line, coming close to orgasm. He was breathing unevenly now, his face streaked with perspiration, his eyes half closed while his jaw was set firmly with determination. He was going to cum, going to shoot that white sticky stuff in her cunthole. Annie thought about that for a second and went wild, tossing her ass around in tight, frantic circles, not caring about the fact that only a few moments ago she was a reluctant virgin, screaming for help, trying to drive her cousin away from her pussy.
"Good, right? Good?"
"Oh, yes, yes, it's soooo good..."
Annie couldn't lie, had to admit the truth. She heard the thick, throaty sound of her voice and blushed once more.
"Yeah, told you, you'd dig it. You want me to pull it out, want me to stop?"
With that the young man started withdrawing his prick from her cunthole, holding the thrashing, kicking girl down by the shoulders.
"No, no, NOOOOO!"
"Yeah, fuckin' bitch. I knew you'd be beg-gin' for it."
Bobby was panting heavily now, his thighs working faster and faster. The two of them collided over and over. Soon the cries coming from Annie's mouth were those of greedy lust. She wanted his prick, wanted and needed his cock. How strange for her to be thinking in terms of need! She was only a teen. This was her very first time with a man...her own cousin. And yet she knew about needs, about what her body had to have. She shook her head violently, feeling her pussy become hotter and tighter, her slick cunt walls grasping at Bobby's fucking cock.
"OHHHHHHHH!" she cried.
The beating, the insults he had thrown at her were all forgotten. She wanted him to hurt her now, to make her submit to him. How like a whore she was acting, her feet banging against the big stud's ass-cheeks while her thighs spread farther apart for his prick. Closing her eyes again, Annie held onto him tightly, rubbing her belly against his, loving the sensation of fucking her cunt on his hard cock.
"Bitch!" he shouted, then fell on top of her, his body jerking and squirming violently. He was cumming, shooting his load into her cunt.
Annie could feel something very hot and wet and creamy spattering against her cunt walls. Cum, beautiful, awful cum spurting out of his piss-slit, filling her up. She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, concentrating on this still-new sensation in her cunt. The thought of what was happening between her legs drove her wild, higher up the sexual plane.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Bobby shouted.
Bobby was still pumping his hips, fucking his cock into her. Annie could feel his balls slapping against her ass-cheeks, could feel his cock spurting out squirt after spurt of hot cum. Her back was raw from rubbing against the scratchy burlap, and yet she still wanted more of his fucking, more of his cum. Bright lights popped in front of her eyes once more as she held tightly onto his shoulders and scissored her legs tightly around her cousin.
As more and more bursts of cum burned like acid into her cunt walls Annie cried out like a mad woman, kicking her legs high, then flinging them once more around the big stud. She rubbed her ankles against her cousin's hairy flesh, loving that scratchy sensation. She was fucking him like a hot slut, not acting at all the way she imagined herself behaving during her first fuck. Those childhood fantasies were all wrong, something dreamed out of romantic magazines. Somehow Annie thought it was going to be all so dreamy...certainly not so athletic.
But the girl couldn't stop herself from moving, from thrashing around as if her body were being touched by live electric wires. She needed movement, had to feel touched, stimulated by the man on top of her!
Annie felt herself near that point of no return, that moment when she would reach the pinnacle of her sexual heights. Cumming, climax, orgasm! The words chased one another around and around in her head as Annie worked herself up to that point.
"OOOOOOOOOHHH!" she wailed.
Then the moment passed. The girl felt her cunt snap shut on Bobby's fucking prick. She heard her cousin say something about what a whore she was, about the kind of tricks she was using to turn him on. There were no tricks. She was doing nothing planned. This was her own body, her own instincts guiding her. Perhaps she was a natural whore, a natural slut. The thought made her shiver more than before. Crying out, she held tightly onto her cousin, feeling her body rocketing off the barn floor.
"OHHHHHH!" she cried.
Annie felt herself cumming and cumming again and again, her cunt walls slapping together. The jizz oozed freely from her slit, trickling down into her ass crack, mixing with the cunt-juice and perspiration that had already slicked down the tight crevice. The girl didn't know how long her orgasm had lasted. Minutes, hours, it didn't matter. She thrashed and kicked and bit and screamed, not caring if the whole world heard her climax.
Then finally it was over. She was lying quietly on the sack, her body drained of all energy. Bobby grunted his satisfaction, pulling his cock out with a pop and rolling heavily onto his back. He lay there, his eyes staring straight at the overhead beams while he smoothed his fingers over his chest.
Annie propped herself up on her elbows and looked down between her legs.
"Gosh, I'm a mess!" she whispered, feeling a little spacey still.
"There's some rags over there. Wipe if you wanna," Bobby said, motioning vaguely in the direction of several horse stalls.
Annie felt bitter, humiliated. She had always thought that a guy would take her in his arms, pet and soothe her after her first fuck. After all, it was traumatic having a cherry torn away, especially so violently. The least Bobby could do was kiss her, tell her everything was going to be okay.
"No, it's okay," she said haltingly.
Annie found her panties and pulled them on. They were still damp with her fuck juices and sweat, nearly as damp as her cunt-hairs were sticky with his cum. Stretching out the elastic leg bands and adjusting the wet nylon, the girl wished she would run somewhere, anywhere she could hide her shame, her humiliation, her degradation.
For a moment the girl felt as if her cousin were actually laughing at her. He was watching the girl now, lazily rubbing the backs of his bare legs against the wrinkled burlap, breathing regularly, easily. He didn't seem to have a care in the world. The way he looked at her-it didn't even seem as if moments ago he was thrashing around on top of her, filling her pussy with his jizz! She blushed furiously, turning away from his easy stare and looking around for her bra.
"Listen to me," he began, sitting up and rubbing his bare thighs with one hand. "You say one word about this and I'm gonna make sure you'll be sorry for it, understand?"
"I...I won't say a thing," Annie answered, finding her halter and holding it protectively over her tits. She guessed her cousin was quite capable of anything, even of injuring her permanently if she were to say something to her uncle. What kind of vacation was this turning into? Her mother had thought that a few weeks in the high country near L.A. would be good for her. But her mother could hardly have guessed it would turn into this kind of horror!
"Just make sure you don't."
To underscore his point the young man reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair once more, shoving her face against his. Annie winced, crying out in pain, dropping her bra as she pitched forward and banged her forehead against Bobby's. She could feel his heavy breath against her cheeks. Was he getting excited again? The girl guessed that pushing her around turned him on. Perhaps he was going to fuck her again. .
"I swear I won't...I swear it...I won't say a word to anyone," she whispered in terror, her eyes rounded with fear.
"Good," Bobby said, breathing more normally and relaxing his grip on her hair. "Now just get dressed nice and easy and get back to the house."
Annie scooted away from her cousin, putting on her halter quickly, then sliding fast into her jeans and shirt. She saw Bobby eyeing her once or twice, shooting her warning glances that told her he meant business.
When she finished tucking her shirt back into her jeans, the girl scampered to her feet, moving quickly from the barn out into the cool night air. It was so good, so wonderfully good to get away from there.
Brushing the loose chaff from her shirt and jeans, Annie found herself running across the small compound, past the machinery sheds, past the humming milking building and generator to the rear of the house. Rushing into the kitchen, the girl heard the television droning on in the living room. It was her uncle. Perhaps she should break her vow and tell him everything, tell him what a monster his son was. Maybe he wouldn't believe her and would tell Bobby and that would mean he'd hurt her again and...
Covering her mouth with both hands, the girl tiptoed up the stairs, ran into her bedroom and locked the door behind her. Still feeling the slick rub of her cum-smeared cunt lips against one another, Annie flung herself onto the bed and cried herself to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Haven't you been feelin' well, honey?"
Annie pushed her fork listlessly around the breakfast plate, staring at the brightly colored cloth while Uncle Fred sipped his coffee.
"Must be a cold or something," she mumbled, daring to stare at Bobby. He shot her a warning glance, then bit hard into his toast.
"Can't have you gettin' sick out here. Your mother would never forgive me. She sent you out here to have a little fun, to get outta the city before you went back to school. But you've been here for nearly a week and ain't even been ridin'. "
"Oh, I don't think I'd be very good at that," Annie demurred, shuffling her feet uncomfortably under the chair.
"Dunno. Bet she'd make one hell of a rider. Bet she could ride better'n half the gals in the county," Bobby said pointedly, winking at his cousin.
Annie blushed furiously, feeling her cunt walls buckle at the thought he was hinting a!. She knew what he meant, felt the warmth of his comment as she slipped her orange juice.
"Why don't you take her riding today? Ain't got much goin' on. The hands'll take care of most of the milkin' and repairin', " Uncle Fred said, dabbing the napkin over his mouth and smiling again at his niece.
Uncle Fred was so handsome and nice, so un-like his son! Of course the man couldn't know what Bobby had been up to, about the girls his son had fucked around the country, about his own niece who had been raped by this maniac. Uncle Fred just wanted her to have a nice time out here, enjoy herself to the fullest. If he knew what his son had done to her...well, there would be a scene she didn't like to think about. No, she wasn't going to break up a family...not over something she found herself enjoying as much as Bobby. But he'd better understand that she wasn't going to do that again. She wasn't going to let him touch her with his cock.
"Dunno. Got some fence mendin' near the county road today. Thought I'd take care of it before it gets too hot," Bobby countered.
Father and son talked about ranch matters while Annie pushed her food around the plate and thought about what had happened the night before. She had enjoyed it immensely. But it couldn't happen again. How could she face herself if she were to throw herself back at Bobby's feet? He wanted to hurt her, hurt all women, humiliate them before fucking them. She sensed this in the boy, sensed his need to crunch things into the dirt before enjoying them. And if she actively sought out his attention that meant she enjoyed being hurt, enjoyed being stomped on. And that wasn't true! She was a person, a human being who needed love and warmth and affection.
"Maybe me and the boys'll teach her then. Can combine the two things...fence mendin' and ridin'. "
Annie snapped from her reverie. They were both looking at her, expecting some sort of answer.
"What?"
"Bobby thought it's be all right if you tagged along...you know, watch him work out for a while, then he'd teach you some riding...good riding, not like the stuff you learn in Los Angeles."
Annie felt panic rising in her. She couldn't let herself go out with her cousin again. God only knows what would happen. The girl dropped her fork with a Clatter to the plate and wiped her palms against her shorts.
"I don't know, Uncle Fred. I thought I'd stay around here for a while...maybe until the cold goes away. Then later-"
"Nonsense," the older man said, throwing his napkin down on the table and rising. "Best thing for a cold's to get out in the dry heat. It'll dry you right up, drive out those damned germs. Come on, girl, you're gonna go out riding with my boy. Damned good idea you had, son. She's gonna find out something about ranchin' and ridin' at the same time."
"Come on," Bobby said as his father disappeared into the living room. "You're gonna mount up and meet some of the boys."
Annie found herself cringing under his stare. And what was his meaning behind meeting some of the boys. There was an insinuation in the tone of his voice she didn't like.
"And be back for dinner. The cook don't like to be kept waitin'. I'll be in town for the day," Fred said, adjusting the cowboy hat on his head, nodding good-bye to his frightened niece, then stepping out into the porch. Annie could already feel the rising heat of the day.
"Come on out back. I've got a couple of horses already saddled. You can ride a horse, right?"
Annie hadn't been able to look her cousin in the eye all morning. Now she raised her head and stared him back squarely in the eyes. How handsome he was, even though he had that awful trait of hurting people.
"Y...yes. I learned in summer camp," Annie said, wiping her hands nervously on the sides of her jeans. She could hear her uncle's truck starting up. Glancing down the road, she saw clouds of dirt swirling together behind the retreating pickup. Annie's heart sank. Yes, she had enjoyed her cousin's fucking the other night. But now she wasn't sure if she was ready for another round...not ready until she had managed to sort out all those conflicting emotions and feelings she had experienced with Bobby.
"Good. Let's go then."
He didn't make any moves, didn't even imply anything as to what had gone on between them the other night. Annie walked behind the young boy, keeping her eyes cast down modestly, feeling shame burn through her like a torch. Why should she feel such humility, such guilt with her cousin? After all, he was the one who had made the first move, threw her on the ground and raped her. It was only during the final part of the fuck when Annie felt herself becoming carried away, getting so hot she could hardly breathe! It was only then that she had held onto him tightly, swiveling her ass around like a whore, begging him for more cock, for more stimulation while her clit vibrated like a struck tuning fork.
These and other related thoughts swirled around in the young girl's head as she shuffled out of the house and into the back courtyard.
There were two horses out back, both fully saddled. Annie kept watching her cousin for some sign, some signal that would let her know what was going on in his mind. Several times she thought about backing out, complaining about a headache or something that would leave her at home. But somehow that was too cowardly. It rankled something in her, ran against her grain to come up with an excuse like that. "Come on," he said.
Throwing one leg over the animal, Annie eased her feet into the stirrups and grabbed the reins in one hand, turning the big black stallion around and following closely behind her cousin.
What does he want of me? the teen thought, letting the animal slip into a slow trot behind Bobby's horse. The subtle rocking of the animal, the sliding of her firm ass back and forth against the warm leather saddle was exciting her, making her think more warmly about the other night. How exciting Bobby's breath had felt against her cheeks and her throat while his hands smoothed up and down her legs. Even now she shivered, rubbing her hands up and down her forearms, feeling herself teetering in the saddle. Annie shook her head and held on more tightly.
Fucking! Yes, they had done that last night, fucking their brains out! Man and woman, cock and cunt! How many times she'd thought about that at home...about how it would feel to have a guy pawing her, squirming on top of her, easing her legs open while slipping his rock into her cunt! Then it had all been harmless fantasy. She had lain in bed with her fingers working greedily over her cunt lips, sometimes slipping a finger into her hot cunt-hole and wiggling it around, trying hard to imagine what a man's prick would feel like fucking in and out of her pussy.
Now she knew. And riding gently along the barren countryside toward the north fields, Annie wished with one part of her mind she could fuck again. She wanted her cousin once more In spite of his brutality, or perhaps because of it, the girl wanted him to fuck her as violently and as overwhelmingly as he had fucked before!
A small series of spasms rippled through her cunt, making her lean forward and hold onto the saddle's horn. Glancing up and seeing Bobby hadn't turned back once to see if she was there or not, the girl slid forward, rubbing her damp crotch against the long, hard piece of reinforced leather. It felt so good. Her ass was hot, warmed by all that sliding on the saddle. Her knees were pressing against the sides of the horse. A stallion. Yes, she needed a stallion, needed to be fucked.
"Mmmmmm..." she moaned.
Her teacher had told her that authors used horses as symbols of male sexuality. She could believe that now! The way the animal moved under her excited her, made her pussy all hot and tight and wet, turned her thoughts to nothing but fucking.
A partially sharp spasm passed through her cunt. Annie hunched her head between her shoulders, her fingers turning icy and barely able to grip the leather reins sliding in and out of her hands. Again the girl kneed the panting horse, feeling herself fall forward. Annie closed her eyes, fighting down, or trying to fight down, the sensations racing through her body. Opening her eyes, she saw the horse's pointed ears, saw the black leather harness moving easily around his big beautiful head, felt his sides panting easily in and out as he kept the slow pace. Another spasm, this one more powerful than the first. Annie sighed, snapping back her head and nearly losing her hat. Her tits were jiggling in her bra, her stiff nipples scratching sexily against her bra. God in heaven help her, she was turning on again, turning onto the horse, onto anything that would arouse her.
In this condition, the girl rode behind her cousin, wanting to stop several times but not daring to widen the distance between her and Bobby. Reaching the crest of a hill, Annie saw several workers near a pickup truck some thousand yards away. Bobby stopped for a second and stood up on his stirrups, taking off his hat and wiping the perspiration from his forehead with his hand. He waved, then sat back down in his saddle, clucking to his horse and disappearing over the ridge.
Annie followed, her body swaying easily in the saddle. She had to fight down those awful feelings, those sensations that were turning her cunt into hot mush. There would be others there, men who could probably detect the heat in her pussy. Why had she decided to go on this little ride? Had one part of her mind secretly hoped that the two of them would be alone and Bobby would fuck her again? She didn't know, didn't particularly want to know, as she rode over the top of the ridge and started making her way down the side of the hill.
"Hey, who's the girl?" one of the men asked as Bobby dismounted and inspected some of the fence repair.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, my cousin Annie...from L.A., " he muttered, running his hands down several stakes, checking for their stability.
"Nice girl?"
Bobby stopped, catching the tone of his foreman's voice. Jack Beddingfield had one hell of a reputation for fucking women, sometimes more than one at a time. He and the boys would go into town sometimes and raise hell-raise it to the point that some of the hookers around wouldn't go to bed with them any more. Jack, Bobby and several of the others had the reputation of pushing women too far in some of their sexual escapades. All they would do when confronted with accusations would be to grin sheepishly and go back to work.
"Nice how? In the sack?"
Jack grinned, wiping his thick mustache with the back of one of his leather gloves. Annie was ambling down the side of the hill, her body reflecting the easy movements of the big horse.
"Well, you fuck 'er, or is she one of them nice little gals you leave alone till you marry 'em?" Jack asked, his eyes examining Annie as she approached the small gathering of men.
Bobby turned away for a second, shading his eyes with one hand to check out the alignment of the newly repaired fence. It was good.
"Done well, Jack, and did it in a fuckin' hurry. The Joneses won't be fuckin' botherin' us any more about the boundary. I'll check it with my dad tomorrow, but it looks like it follows the old line damned well," he said, about to turn away again. "And yeah, I fucked 'er."
"What's she doin' there then? Thought you'd be ridin' her in the sack all the time. Looks like she puts up one hell of a ride," Jack commented, rubbing his fingers over the front of his jeans.
"Yeah, she's one hell of a fuck in bed...or anywhere, I guess," Bobby said.
He was getting hot and horny. The young man hadn't really thought about trying anything with Annie today. He had his father's work to do and wanted to get on with it. But Jack's talk about fucking and about his cousin was turning him on. Annie, he saw, had stopped her horse about a hundred yards from them and was trying to decide whether to dismount or not.
"Come on, Annie, want you to meet some of. the guys. You can check out something about ranchin' too," Bobby said, his hands on his thighs.
Annie thought about how wise this was. There was something about the way Bobby and the others were looking at her that made her cringe. Still, she couldn't think of a reason why she should turn tail and run. It would make her look more ridiculous than ever.
Annie dismounted, throwing the reins over the animal's head and approaching the men a little cautiously. She felt shaky, out of focus as she passed them. No one spoke, the only sound being their heavy breathing and the whining of the wind from the east. Brushing back her hair, she walked up to Bobby's side, her eyes studying the twelve men surrounding her in a tightening circle.
"Fence here runs along the south boundary of our property. Been havin' some trouble with the ranch next door and..."
Bobby went on for several minutes about boundaries and fences, his eyes never leaving his cousin's face. Annie was growing more and more anxious by the moment. She thought she noticed the men moving closer to her. Perhaps it was her imagination. Again she tried clearing her head, tried listening to what her cousin was explaining to her.
"What you think of that, little lady?"
The husky voice behind her made her jump. Annie let out a little cry, wheeling around and finding herself staring right into Jack's eyes.
"It's...it's a little confusing, but I think I understand," she stammered, feeling her heart nearly jumping out of her throat.
He was tall, much taller than her cousin. His face was wrinkled and leathery though still handsome, the result of years out on the open range. That all-too-familiar heat rose again in her crotch. Annie felt her pussy trembling in anticipation-but in anticipation of what? Surely they wouldn't try something out here-not in the open, not in front of these men with the possibility of being discovered by someone from the next ranch. Suddenly Annie felt terribly exposed and vulnerable. She was alone with all these men who were still staring hotly at her.
"Something wrong?"
Annie had turned to go and found herself running into Bobby.
"Uh, no, no, I just thought maybe I should go back home. I'm tired and-"
"Come on, Bobby. We ain't had cunt for a long time. And she's here."
The words cut through the air like lightning. Annie felt her breath catch the moment she heard cunt pronounced by the big foreman behind her. A trap! She was in a trap! As soon as Jack spoke, the girl could feel the atmosphere change around her. Suddenly she was like a piece of raw meat in a school of sharks! "No,-Bobby, no."
"Yeah, Annie. Think it'd be fun watchin' them having a little time over you."
He had one hand on her shoulder. Jack was behind her smoothing his fingers over her shirt, working the material over her bare flesh underneath.
"No, no!" she yelled.
Her eyes were wide with terror. Wheeling around, the girl kicked hard at Jack's ankles, then jerked one knee up, hoping to catch him in the balls. But the foreman had been ready for some resistance and backed off, moving in and pinning her arms tightly to her lower back.
"She's a feisty bitch, Bobby! Shit, gonna have to rope 'er before we fuck 'er."
Fuck? Oh, God, they were going to gang bang her. She could imagine them lining up, their cocks sticking straight out of their groins, their balls tight and hard up against their prickroots, all of them waiting their turn to fuck her. She screamed, lifting one leg off the ground while twisting to one side for leverage and trying to kick Jack again in the balls.
"Strip 'er!" he ordered.
Hands were everywhere-ripping, tearing her clothing until there was nothing left on her. They had stripped her, torn away her clothes in a mad orgy of group sex. And now they were all going to fuck her.
CHAPTER FIVE
The wind blew her hair around her throat, tangling the strands. The sun blinded the girl as she tried to shade her eyes. How strange it was to be naked like this, naked in the open with the breeze wafting through her pussy curls, stirring the tightly kinked hair. She backed away from the men, hot dirt burning the soles of her feet. Criss-crossing her arms, the girl tried to hide her tits from their view while covering her pussy at the same time.
They all leered at her, called her names, rubbed their fingers at times over their rising cocks. She knew what they wanted to do and trembled at the thought.
"The boys ain't been out for a while," Bobby started to explain, a cruel smile crossing his lips.
Annie knew that smile, the smile he flashed her the moment he'd stripped her in the barn and started hammering away at her with his fists.
"And you're available. Man, you dig something like this, anyway," Bobby said, sneering at her.
Yes, he was hot, as hot as they were. But he was going to have his pleasure this time in watching her humiliated, degraded by these dirty, filthy ranch hands and their horrible cocks! A gust of wind blew her hair across her face. Annie let out a shuddering groan, curling her toes into the hard dirt. She cried out, her eyes searching out one friendly face, one kind expression, someone she could call out to for help, beg for mercy.
But there was no one. All of them had the same savage, hungry look on their faces. She shivered, throwing her hands around her body more tightly than before, wishing she could sink into the ground, away from these awful leering men.
"Anybody comin' out here from the Jones' place?" Jack wondered out loud.
"Doubt it. They usually don't like comin'
'round when they know we're here...'specially since the last court case we won. Betcha we don't get nobody out here for a while," Bobby said meaningfully.
Another breeze whipped her pussy hair, raising gooseflesh underneath. Annie knew now she would be raped brutally by these men. They didn't care if she was the boss's cousin or not. In fact they probably relished the idea of fucking her in front of her cousin. That was the added spice to this hot situation.
Jack gripped her shoulders, his voice loud and harsh, making her shrink away from him.
"Can you take us all on, baby? You think you can crawl in the dirt and take us all on?"
"No, no, you're...you're crazy. Lemme go, please, please," she whimpered.
What a nightmare this was becoming! All twelve of them to fuck her? She would be nothing but a piece of raw meat by the time they finished! Again she looked at Bobby, praying to God there would be some sign of support, some sign of mercy. But her cousin was only laughing at her.
"Come on, baby, walk in front of 'em. You show 'em how good you are, what kind of stuff you're made of," Bobby called.
"Yeah, come on, baby, strut your stuff. The whores in town do it...show off, let us know what they got to sell before we buy it," Jack agreed, shoving her away.
Annie stumbled over her feet, regained her balance, then stumbled over the uneven ground once more. She pushed her hair back and stared at the men who had widened the circle for her. They were hot to fuck her, to make her suck their cocks. She could see it in their eyes. They hadn't come out here expecting this little show. But while it was on they were going to enjoy it. She took a step, then drew back, avoiding a hand stretched out for her.
"Come on, Burt, leave 'er alone for a while. Let the bitch move around, show off her pussy, her ass. Man, she's got a tight little ass you'd kill for," Bobby said, leaning against the dirty pickup and chewing on a weed.
Her nipples were hard. Why were they so hard, so stiff? She should be cringing in guilt, wallowing in humiliation. These men are forcing her to commit a degrading act, one which any normal woman would rather have died than commit. And yet there she was, feeling a hot tingle racing up and down her pussy, radiating out like a fever to all parts of her body. She straightened her back and threw out her shoulders, feeling every square inch of her aroused flesh ripple with fresh excitement.
"Yeah, yeah, man, she's somethin' else," Jack said, unbuckling his belt and slowly drawing it out of the pantloops.
"Give it to 'er, man. She deserves it," Bobby said, eyeing his foreman and watching him closely as he gripped the long black leather belt by the buckle.
"Yeah, deserves it."
Annie, meanwhile, was moving slowly around the circle, her tits jiggling with each step she took. Now that the breeze had died down she could smell the air reeking of dung, fertilizer for winter wheat that would feed the cattle. It was the barn all over again-except this time they were out in the open and she was threatened with a massive violation.
In another moment fear overwhelmed her. Twelve men, all of them aroused by her naked body. Quickly she dropped one hand to her cunt. God, she was only a teen, still in high school! Annie still felt herself a virgin. And then the thoughts of what had happened last night crashed down on her. How could she call herself a virgin when she'd acted like that!
It was all so confusing. She stopped in the middle of their little circle, holding her head in both hands.
"Come on, bitch, move it, move, I told you to keep movin', " Jack snarled.
He reached out and pushed. Annie stumbled, then regained her balance. She stopped, feeling confused and terribly naked and exposed in front of these men.
Annie saw another hand shoot out for her. She screamed, jerking back. More hands stretched out for her. The girl kept screaming, keeping inches away from the reaching hands, listening to their laughter and obscenities. Turning to the right and running, the girl found herself face to face with Jack. He was holding the belt in his hand, raising the other threateningly at her. Annie stopped, her eyes widening with fear. Putting one hand at the base of her throat, she drew back, her ass pushed out, her tits slapping together while her feet shuffled over the ground.
Her heart was pounding fast now, threatening to break right through her rib cage. Fear knifed through her, killing all thoughts except those of terror and the wish to escape from them. In the background, the girl could still hear the men calling her all sorts of names, still trying to touch her, slap her, beat her.
"No, no, no," she cried.
This couldn't be happening! It was something out of a bad movie, a silly fuck book. People just didn't do this sort of thing to other people. Then Annie remembered reading time and time again about girls who disappeared or who were found beaten and bruised, having been raped time and time again by some crazy gang. There were all sorts of bizarre stories about sex crimes against young women. But that was in Los Angeles. That was in the city. Her mother had sent her out here to get away from that. And instead Annie found herself simmering right in the center of a sex stew pot!
"NO!"
The girl eluded another hand by shrugging away, nearly toppling forward on her face. Turning around and dashing to the right, she found herself facing Jack once more, this time seeing his belt raised in the air like a whip. Yes, he was going to use it on her, mark her body with that leather! She backed away once again, nearly tripping over her feet. Her tits bobbed, her ass-cheeks and belly and thighs jiggling from her violent movement. Gooseflesh exploded on all parts of her body. When someone slapped her hard on the ass-cheeks she screamed, feeling a warm trickle on her thigh. She was pissing on herself, losing complete control!
"Hey, man, she wet her bed? Man, she's pissin' on herself," someone called out.
"Yeah, man, means she's really hot! She wants it bad, wants a cock up that pussy of hers," Bobby said, pointing at the yellow stream oozing down her right inner thigh.
"Oh, no, no, stop it!" she demanded.
She couldn't stop running. They were pawing her, hitting her, calling her all sorts of terrible, awful names. Once they had her going she couldn't stop. As she got closer to the uneven circle, the men slapped at her ass-cheeks and tits. Some of them were throwing dirt at her, laughing as they hit her body and made the young girl cry with fear and pain.
"OOOOWWWWWWW!"
She stopped short, her tits flying out and hitting one another. Some of the men were unzipping their jeans, getting their dark-pink cocks out and fingering them while watching the girl try desperately to escape their grasp.
Footsteps! Someone was behind her. It was a tall red-headed ranch hand, his prick wagging from side to side and striking the sides of his jeans. She screamed again, her eyes focused on his big cock, running to one side. It was no use. Bobby and Jack were standing there, grinning as they watched Annie try desperately to escape.
The ranch hand rasped something to her. Annie didn't understand, didn't want to understand. She felt him grab her hair and pull back, nearly snatching the strands from her scalp. The girl's head jerked back, her arms stretching out in front of her while her knees buckled. A cry tore from her throat while tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. Her back bowed back, her legs nearly collapsing under her. Annie had to give in to the humiliation that was bound to follow.
"Come here, baby," the ranch hand said.
She felt his shirt and pants against her back and legs. His prick was rubbing over her ass-cheeks, edging toward her ass crack. There wasn't even the modicum of passion Bobby had shown for her in the barn. Here it was just raw animal lust, the excitement of one beast overpowering another. And that, in spite of her training in morality, was touching something dark and pleasant in Annie.
He was holding her tight, pulling back on her blonde hair until her head was pulled as far back as it could be. Still holding onto her hair, he reached around and jammed two fingers into her cunt. It was awful! The girl jerked to one side, her right leg bending and kicking out while her other buckled once more. If the hand hadn't been holding onto her tightly, she would have tumbled into the dirt. "NO!" she begged.
She felt his calloused fingers scraping along her cunt walls. It was so brutal, so degrading. And yet she felt her belly muscles convulse, felt her cunt muscles spasm, then cramp shut, forcing her cunt lips to snap shut on the invading digits. Annie was yelping with pleasure. She found herself grinding her thighs hungrily against this man's hand while he fucked his fingers into her cunt. The others gloated as the girl threw herself against him. It was as before. Something terribly dark, something she had never come face to face with until her fuck with Bobby, now rose again, turning her into a mindless slut.
The others stopped shouting for a moment, concentrating on what the big redhead was doing. His fingers were probing her pussy, fucking in and out, slipping in to the second joint. Annie closed her eyes and let her head sag back against the big man's chest. It was awful, horrible to be acting like this. But try as she might, the girl couldn't shake off the feeling that had overwhelmed her. To be fucked by all of them, to be trounced in the dirt as she deserved-that was what she needed. As much as the thought horrified her, one part of her mind demanded that kind of sacrifice. Annie trembled at her own thoughts as the big ranch hand behind her rubbed his hot cock back and forth over her ass-cheeks.
"Make 'er eat it, man. Make 'er eat her own cunt-juice!" Bobby called.
Annie felt more piss spurt out of her cunt hole onto the big man's hand. She heard him swear something. Then he jerked his fingers out, trying to shove his fingers into her mouth.
"NNGNHHH!"
She wasn't going to taste that, wasn't going to suck on a piss-slicked finger. But when she refused, the girl felt him moving behind her, raising one knee and shoving it hard into the small of her back. The pain was excruciating. Annie opened her mouth and let out a long high-pitched yelp, pitching forward. In the distance she could hear the horses neighing nervously in response to her tortured cries.
"Suck it!"
The smell made her retch. But there was little she could do. The girl groaned, her mouth opening wider for the animal behind her. She licked the awful fingers in her mouth, choking on the taste and smell. Her piss, and she was licking it! The thought made her faint with disgust and horror. The man behind her, however, was laughing, pleased at the way his little joke turned out.
"Ugh!"
He let her go the moment Jack started to step up in front. Annie held her stomach, trying to keep from vomiting as she spat out the vile mixture of piss and spit. Rolling her eyes up, she saw the foreman with that awful belt in his hand. Bobby was behind her, unbuckling his belt, drawing the long piece of brown leather out from his jeans. He was going to beat her too, both men whipping her senseless before they fucked her! "Oh, no, no!"
This was too much! The girl shook her head from side to side, tears freely streaming down her cheeks now. She backed away, senseless to the cheers and shouts and laughter, conscious only of those two men holding leather belts in front of her.
Someone behind her slapped her ass hard, making her ass tingle, making her ass-cheeks dance up and down as if she'd just jumped to the ground. Annie wheeled around, not daring for a moment to take her eyes off Jack and Bobby.
"No, no," the girl whimpered again.
"Gotta get you warmed up...gotta warm up that hot little ass of yours," Jack muttered through his teeth.
"Yeah, as if she needs any warmin' up," Bobby added, tapping the doubled belt against his leg.
Jack was the first to hit her. The girl flinched, seeing his right arm jerk high above his head, the leather snapping like a pistol shot in the still air. Her body quivered as the black leather slicked toward her.
"UGHHHHHHH!" she grunted.
He struck her just above the hipbone. Annie cried, shouting loudly as thousands of hot needles prickled her flesh. Another blow. The girl whimpered, gagging as her head snapped back, making her long blonde hair sweep over her shoulders and the upper portion of her back. She started to stagger back to the line of men behind her, then caught herself. They would be just as cruel, perhaps worse if they got their hands on her. She stayed her ground her eyes desperately searching again for some path of escape from the hurting blows.
"UGH! OWWWWW! OWWWWWW!"
Annie screamed again and again after each slicing blow. She felt her strength and will disintegrating. No, she couldn't let herself completely go. She had done that with Bobby and he'd used her as his toilet. These circumstances were far worse. There was no control here, no uncle she could call out to. Only these men were here, and each of them was wishing he could be in Bobby's or Jack's place with those whipping belts.
"OGHHHHHHH!"
The belt came down hard in her ass crack, raising curving red welts. With each stroke her belly quaked. Again Annie gagged, feeling the sour taste of her bile rising in her throat. Someone gripped her shoulders as she pitched forward from the last blow and shoved her back toward the two men. Annie stumbled, twisting around just in time to receive a particularly sharp belt across the stomach.
"OOOFFFFFFF!" she puffed.
The wind sailed out of her, leaving the girl white faced, gasping for air. She bent over, felt her knees buckling. In an instant Annie was on the ground, her head bowed down, her back bared for more beating. She covered her tits protectively with her upper arms, feeling the heat of the ground against the tops of her feet and her knees.
"Come on, come on, stand up," Bobby said, advancing menacingly toward her.
She should have stood up before he came on top of her. Annie knew that. But she couldn't. Instead the girl knelt there helplessly as Bobby walked up. He was yanking at her hair now, pulling her back ignoring her as she screamed and clawed his awful, offending hands.
"No, no, no, leave me alone, you animal...leave me alone!"
He dragged her away from the men, her heels digging small trenches in the dirt. Annie struggled, her heart and pulse racing madly. Dirt crusted on her damp flesh as the wind increased around her.
Her cousin dragged her some twenty feet away from the men, then let her fall on her back. Dragging the tip of his belt along her belly, he slid it down to her cunt mound, his eyes narrowing while he watched her shiver. Would he touch her cunt with the belt, snap it against her pussylips, damage her forever? That would be too cruel, too much against his purposes. The young man smiled, guessing her thoughts.
"Okay, Jack."
Her cousin backed away, making room for the foreman. Annie shifted her eyes away from Bobby. She saw the big man brandishing his belt once more. He snapped the weapon, making the leather crack in the still air. Behind him, she could hear the men laughing in approval.
Terror hit her again like a bomb. Putting both hands down on the dirt, she wiggled away, her bulging eyes still fastened on the snapping belt. Dirt wormed into her ass-hole and cunt as the big man slowly advanced, his boots crunching on the loose dirt.
"Oh no, you can't...no more, I can't take...can't take it," she stammered, certain that Bobby and Jack would continue to torment her until they were tired.
CHAPTER SIX
Jack dragged her back like a sack of shit. The men were all catcalling, some of them wanting to fuck her, some of them simply wanting to watch as the two men continued to humiliate the screaming teenager.
"Oh, no, no, don't do this!"
She looked up, her body streaked with dirt and perspiration. Jack was snapping his belt, holding the leather at both ends while cracking the material sharply. Each report made her flesh quiver. She shuddered, rubbing her palms briskly on her upper arms and slowly began to slide away.
"Hey, baby, come on over here, come on and we'll fuck the shit outta you."
She heard men crying out other obscenities as Jack approached. Again she wiggled away from the foreman. As long as she kept out of his reach, Annie felt she was safe. She couldn't let him touch her with that belt. It had hurt her too much before. Her body twisted to one side as she thought he was about to bring the weapon down on her.
"Come here, baby, come here," he crooned.
She could see his cock straining in his jeans. His hand was shaking. It was a nightmare, a horrible nightmare of images she didn't even want to think of. The wind picked up again, whipping her hair in front of her eyes, blowing loose dirt in her face. Jack stood there, monster that he was, snapping the belt, threatening her with more pain. She could see brutality in his eyes. She knew what he wanted to do first. When he was finished, she would be turned over to the others.
"No...no..." she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he came up to her.
"No what? From what your cousin tells me, you dig bein' worked over. Some cunts are like that...they keep tellin' you they don't like pain, but they sure keep beggin' for it," Jack said, his voice tightening as he stared at the blonde pussy hairs waving in the wind.
"Please, oh please, don't...don't...I'm not like that," she sobbed, wiping the tears from her eyes with her knuckles.
Nothing in Annie's past experience had prepared her for this, for any of it-to be used as a whore by her own cousin, to be paraded naked in front of these strangers, then to be beaten and fucked was beyond any horror she could have previously imagined! And yet it was coming true.
"Noooo..."
Annie slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the big advancing man. He gained on her, snapping the belt so loudly and so close to her ears that Annie half jumped to her feet. Her tits hung down, her stiff nipples nearly touching the dirt as she scrambled on all fours like an animal. She had to run, run like a fox, an animal to escape from this horror.
"Look, man, look...fuck, she's like a Goddamned bitch!" Jack called.
Annie brushed aside the humiliation, speeding away from the cracking belt. Her tit tips brushed again over the uneven ground while her fingernails broke against the rocks. The wind whistled around her jiggling tits, her firm ass-cheeks bouncing and jiggling with her four-legged running efforts.
Her eyes were wide, focused on a hole in the circle. The men were so amused by her present state that they hadn't thought she might try to make an escape attempt. There was just enough space in the line. If she could fool them into thinking she was going in one direction, then bolt for the other she might break through. And then what? She would come to that later. Right now Annie's mind was tuned to one thing only-escape from Bobby, from Jack, from the men who would turn on her the moment the others were finished.
Annie slipped, her arms buckling under her and sending her pitching and rolling forward. She let out a frustrated groan, tucking her legs under her ass once more and scrambling back to all fours. Her hair curtained her face as she scampered around the circle, panting like a frightened animal. Jack was closer now. She could hear his footsteps pounding the dirt behind her.
She bolted to the right, listening to him laugh at her attempts of escape. He was playing her, playing her the way a fisherman plays his catch, giving her ground, then moving faster. That made her move faster, made her jerk around the circle, making the others laugh, deride her futile escape tries.
"No, no, no!" she whimpered.
Her mind was whirling around, spinning about in confusion. The men all became a blur, an indistinct barrier in front of her as the cracking belt snapped louder, more threateningly behind her. Annie stopped, her eyes searching for that hole. It was gone, the men having closed it the last time she'd stumbled and rolled over. Another blast of wind whipped her blonde hair from her shoulders. The girl cried out, bolting to the left, then falling down and rolling over several times like a tripped horse. She felt strands of her hair snagging on something and the girl turned to see what she was caught on.
Barbed wire!
"Oh, no, no! Help me!"
She was frantic, raising her arms over her head and fumbling frantically at her caught hair. The yanking sensation was painful. She was trapped, caught by her own body, betrayed by her hair! There was nowhere to turn, nowhere for her to run. She sat there, her eyes wide with fear, her face streaked with sweat and dirt as the wind toyed with her hair, tangling more of her hair in the metal barbs. Annie wished she could die at this moment, sink out of sight and die.
As she turned toward Jack, she saw the belt unravel, saw the tip snap close to her face, then shoot up into the sky as he readied the belt for a blow. Desperately Annie jerked her arms in front of her face, protecting herself as best she could from the leather weapon. Just at that point Jack snapped his hand down, bringing the belt to a point along her ribs, just below her left tit.
"AGH!" Annie squealed, her body jerking as if someone had touched a live electric wire to her. The girl rolled over to her right side, her legs snapping up, then slowly sinking back down to the dirt. Looking up, Annie saw the belt swinging around like a lasso over Jack's head. His eyes were bright, glittering with arousal, his jaws set firmly. He was enjoying this, loving it. She stared at his crotch once more, stared at the long, thick prick that was pressing out against the front of his jeans. He looked bigger than her cousin, though the girl couldn't be certain of size at this point. As the belt began another downward journey, Annie wondered for a moment why she was thinking of prickmeat at a time like this. Her fingers fanned out along her throat protectively once again as she jerked her knees up to her belly.
The tip of Jack's belt chewed the flesh along her hips. She was screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, her head snapping from side to side as a series of leather blows reddened the flesh along her thighs. With one massive forward movement, Annie tore her hair from the barbed wire, rolling forward and coming to rest on her belly. The warmth of the dirt against her bare pussy and tits felt strangely good. The young girl paused for a moment, working her fingers into the soil as Jack panted heavily above her. She heard again the sound of leather whistling through the air and braced herself, feeling every muscle tensing.
This time the belt snapped against her ass-cheeks, coming down again in a crisscross fashion. Annie dug her fingernails into the dirt and started crawling forward, the belt lashing away steadily at her ass-cheeks. She felt her ass-cheeks jiggling with each blow, felt sparks of heat showering into her pussy. They were sparks of lust, created by these painful blows. Again the girl crawled forward, spitting out the dirt that had seeped into her mouth. Jack was nearly on top of her. At times she felt what she guessed was his spittle spray on her back as he shouted at her, called her all sorts of filthy names. Then he brought the belt down hard on her ass!
"UGHHH!" she grunted.
A particularly hard blow came down between her jutting shoulder blades. Crying out, the young girl managed to get back onto her hands and knees, scooting away blindly, finding herself running once more into the fence. She felt so helpless, misdirected. It seemed all so useless her attempts to get away. Jack was going to flay her alive, going to peel the skin from tit to cunt. Why fight him? What was the good of all her escape attempts? She was only amusing the men, making them laugh at her as she ran around like a terrified cat. She would submit to them, let them take her.
She saw once more the belt coming down. Flattening herself against the ground, Annie rolled away, hearing the leather strike the dirt inches from her shoulders. Jack swore, raised the weapon once more, then brought it down hard on her ass-cheeks. Instead of sheer pain, a bright warmth exploded, spreading through to her pussy and making her Clit stand on end.
"Man, I can't take much more of this,"
Jack said, wiping the sweat off his forehead, then bringing his free hand down to his crotch. The men were gathering around him, silently staring at the young girl, then moving their eyes to him. They were wondering if he was going to fuck her or give the girl to them. Annie imagined being tossed to these men. It would be like tossing her to mad dogs. They would paw her, fuck her until she was nothing more than a hunk of raw meat. The young woman wanted to plead with her tormentors, but she knew no words she could say would have any bearing.
Another blow. This time the tip caught the lower swell of her ass-cheek. She turned to face him, her face contorted by lust and pain. For an instant, Annie felt dizzy. Again the feel of the belt brought her around. The needle-sharp heat was piercing her cunt, making her very warm and moist down between her legs. It was a kind of stroking coil of heat that was caressing her clit, feeling almost pleasant in this nightmare of pain.
Jack threw down the belt and started unzipping his jeans. Annie supported herself on both hands, staring at him, panting like an animal, waiting for him to throw himself on top of her and ravage her, fuck her the way her cousin had violently fucked her the night before. That had been an awesome, frightening experience. This time the fear was greater. The pleasure, she guessed, would be more satisfying, deeper, touching every inch of her cunt-every muscle, every nerve ending. The beating, the whipping, the humiliation had aroused her to a fever pitch. Even the thought of her cousin watching this, of having the men jerking off around her while their foreman fucked her made Annie gasp with unbridled excitement. Morality, her mother, society, everything faded under the intensity of her arousal.
"Now it's my turn, slut," Jack barked, coming up to her.
Annie didn't move. She couldn't. She stared up at the big man, her eyes unblinking, her pulse rioting as she watched him open his jeans.
Jack's prick was bigger-not in length, but in thickness-almost twice as thick as her cousin's. The shock of seeing that cunt-splitter wagging in front of her made the girl shrink back, her eyes widening even more while her jaw slackened.
"Fuck her good, man, fuck her!" the men were saying.
Some of them had their cocks out, jerking off while others stayed behind, coolly fingering their cocks through their cum-stained jeans. Bobby was coming up to Jack. He put one hand on his shoulder and smiled.
"Why don't we both fuck 'er? She's ripe for a double fuckin', don'tcha think?"
Jack stopped, a smile slowly crossing his lips. He stared down at the confused girl who was trying to understand her cousin's satisfaction. Both fuck her? Both of them fuck her at the same time? They couldn't do that! She couldn't take both men...she was too young, too inexperienced. Annie doubted if most whores would sink to that level-two men fucking at the same time? It was impossible!
"Come on, let's do it," Jack said. Bobby had already pushed down his pants. Annie's eyes flashed from one stud to the other. Jack reached down and pulled her up, roughly brushing off her body. His hands lingered around her pussy, straying over her cunt mound, the tips pressing into the hot flesh. Annie gasped, her jaw slackening the moment two fingers dipped into her tight fuzzy cunthole.
"Whoooo! Hot pussy," Jack whispered, fucking his fingers back and forth, in and out of her clutching hot little cunthole.
"Yeah, man, she don't stop till her cunt's satisfied. Man, it'd take a horse to do that." Bobby said, laughing when he saw the insult had stung his cousin's pride.
"Oh, no, no, don't...not both, not both..." she whimpered.
Jack meanwhile had dropped in front of the girl, shoving his face in her furry pussy. The young girl stiffened, her face registering the incredible surprise and shock at having someone actually touching her cunt with his mouth. Eating her out! She had thought about it, about having a man touching her pussy with his tongue, licking her out. But it had only been fantasy. Again her fantasy was coming true-but true in a way she hadn't dreamed of. She felt his unshaven face scratching her thighs, felt his tongue trailing along the tense, rubbery edges of her outer cunt lips while his mouth made chewing, sucking movements against her pussy-hole. The girl stiffened, throwing her shoulders back, leaning against her cousin. Someone was smoothing his fingers over her tits. She opened her eyes and saw that some of the men had gathered around them. Someone was touching her nipples, squeezing the hard tips while another man was gingerly touching her belly. Bobby flashed them an angry look and they backed off. This was his prize, his cousin, his fuck that he was sharing only with his foreman.
Annie felt her knees trembling, felt her toes curling until they cramped, the tips of her toes pressing hard against the warm ground. It was good, shamelessly good to feel that tongue going round and round her cunt lips, reaming out her pussy, then fucking in and out like a tiny cock. And all the while she felt him sucking her cunt, felt him lapping up her fuck juices as if they were water. The girl felt her pussy spasm, felt her thighs moving in against his cheeks, rubbing against his ears while his hands held her hips so tightly that Annie thought he was bruising her flesh. That sound! That awful, wonderful gurgling sound his mouth was making against her cunt drove her wild! Shivers of delight raced up and down her flesh as the young foreman ate her pussy.
Annie was squeezing her ass-cheeks together, hunching forward as Jack chewed hungrily at her pussy. She loved having this done to her! It was shameful, she knew.
The men were still staring at her, wishing they could be doing this to her. Then she thought of all those hot cocks near her, aching to be touched, to be shoved into her pussy. Hot pricks, inches and inches of throbbing cockmeat near her, wanting to rub against her. The girl snapped her head back, overwhelmed by the thought.
A whore, a mindless silly teenaged whore! That's what she was turning into. Annie felt herself spinning to the very destruction her mother had hoped a trip to the country would prevent. God in heaven help her, she was going to love this.
"UMMMMM!" she moaned.
Behind her she could feel Bobby's cock sliding up and down. His fat prickhead was edging dangerously close to her ass-hole. Both men fucking her at the same time! She doubted Bobby and Jack would be wedging themselves between her thighs. No, someone was going to take her ass, was going to try to fuck his cock up her ass! Some girls did that to satisfy their boyfriends and not worry about getting pregnant. But the thought of having a prick up her ass frightened Annie more than it excited her. She tried twisting away, hunching her pussy harder onto Jack's face.
"MMMFMMFMFFFFFF!" he groaned between her legs.
She loved feeling his front teeth slide that way over her cunt lips! He was mouthing her now, sucking hard while wiggling his tongue rapidly back and forth. Annie thought she was going to go out of her mind. She felt his nose pressing up against her clit, touching her tiny sex spindle, making her think the sky was going to crash down. All the while, his tongue kept fucking in and out, in and out, fucking her while his hands held her legs in place. She was starting to make short, small fucking movements, her hips sliding back and froth, her cunt moving wetly across Jack's face while her ass-cheeks tensed and relaxed rhythmically. She was fucking his tongue, actually fucking his tongue. The thought chilled and heated her at the same time.
"Come on, man, can't take much more of this," Bobby said impatiently.
"Yeah, fuck 'er, and we'll take care of her later," some of the men said, pawing the girl's tits.
Jack put both hands up higher and pulled down while Bobby shoved the girl toward the ground by the shoulders. Annie tried to stay up but it was impossible. Jack was on top of her in a second, her body quickly disappearing under his thick-muscled thighs. Again the girl cried out, curling her fingers into fists and beating them hard against his chest as she felt his cockhead working between her soft thighs. His prick was inching toward her cunt, getting ready to fuck her.
Not again, not this way again! Annie thought, tears squeezing from her eyes as she readied herself for another brutal rape.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, no, no, no!"
The big foreman was twisting and grinding on top of her, his fingers pinching her nipples so hard the girl saw sparks in front of her eyes. He shoved his pants down to his ankles and opened his shirt so that his hairy chest scratched over her body. Bobby, meanwhile, was squatting down over his cousin's face, jacking his cock off over her nose, rubbing his prickmeat over her forehead and along her eyes. Annie groaned, trying to jerk her head away. But he had his knees braced on either side of her head, his balls dangling in her long blonde hair.
"Smell it, baby? Smell a man, a man's cock? You wanna take a man's prick in your mouth?"
In her mouth?
"No, no, leave me alone!" she cried.
Bobby only laughed at her distress, rubbing his cock freely along her forehead, then edging his prick down the side of her nose until his cock was inches from her mouth. Annie felt his hot cockflesh, smelled the slightly sour odor of his crotch, felt his balls trailing along her forehead. For an instant she thought seriously about what he'd said, about sucking his cock. She couldn't let herself sink to that level. She wasn't going to take his prick into her mouth. He could do what he wanted with her cunt, but she wasn't going to let him fuck her in the mouth!
"NO!" the girl shouted again, jerking her head away. Annie swore she'd bite his prick if he tried anything funny-bite his cock and suffer what consequences there would be.
"Too fuckin' much, man, too much," Jack whispered, working his cock back and forth over her belly.
It was happening all over again! Only this time there were two men, two men fucking her.
"Gonna make it fast," Jack groaned.
Annie felt his thick throbbing cockhead center over her cunthole and fuck in. It was so fast, so quick, so unannounced. Her legs kicked out, her shoulders wallowing in the dirt while her fingers clawed at the big man's shoulders.
It was so good, so good even if it was a fast and brutal fuck. God in heaven help her, but Annie loved the way her cunt walls were being stretched apart by his prick. The big man was moaning, grinding her hips against hers, pinching and clawing her tits while he buried his face in the tangle of her blonde hair. She felt his knees bumping up against the backs of her legs, felt his hairy chest sliding over her tits, felt his weight pressing her into the ground. There was no technique, nothing to prepare her for this. And yet she was prepared, readied for this violent fucking.
Jack held her tightly by the shoulders, arching his back and fucking her like a crazy man. His thick cock fucked in and out between her pussylips. He was giving her short, rapid strokes, groaning each time his cockhead fucked in and slid along her clutching cunt walls. The girl's body shivered with the force of his forward fucking strokes.
"NOOOOOO!" she screamed.
Annie could feel his balls nestling between her thighs, those nuts filled with hot cum. Cum, jizz! Again she was going to have her cunt filled with the sticky white stuff! The girl opened her eyes, smoothing her fingers along the big man's shoulders. Fucking, fucking! They were fucking in public and she loved it.
"Ughhhh...fffuuuuuuccckk!" Jack cried.
"Hey, gonna make it?" Bobby asked.
Jack couldn't answer, couldn't talk. He was too high, too excited. He was holding the girl tighter, giving her a couple of more hard fucking strokes. Then he started moaning, his body twitching and convulsing as if he were having a fit. Annie cried out, knowing instinctively what was going to happen. He was going to shoot off, going to dump his load of spunk in her, and she wasn't even close to orgasm! The young teen closed her eyes tightly, crying out again in frustration as the young stud started his climax.
"UNGNHHH!" he grunted.
The cry made Annie's flesh crawl. She could feel his cock fucking deep into her cunt, then holding there. His prick was moving, actually jerking and moving around inside her pussy like a frightened animal. The world, it seemed, was blowing apart around her. She was having a mini orgasm, a small climax while Jack went crazy on top of her.
She threw back her head, ashamed and angry at her body's reaction, confused as he twitched and groaned. Cry after cry escaped from her lips as she beat her fists against the stud's chest. Her legs jerked around, flailing against the ground.
"Go for it, man," Bobby encouraged, working his cock through his cousin's hair.
Jack fucked his prick in once more as far as he could. His balls were cutting loose, pumping jets of creamy jizz into her pussy.
Annie could feel those knots of jizz spattering against her cunt walls, filling her pussy up while his cock jerked hard and fast. The girl moved her body from side to side, working her clit against his prick, trying to make herself cum harder with him. All she could do, however, was ride out her small orgasm and hope for better later. Her cunt clutched Jack's fat prick and worked all the hot jizz out. She was milking her pussy against his cock, helping him cum, begging him for more while he kept fucking her.
"Oh God, God," she whispered, turning her head away from the leering men.
Annie still felt her clit vibrating warmly, halfway to a mind-blowing climax. She felt Jack shuddering on top of her, holding onto her for a few more seconds, then finally loosening his grip. The shooting stopped. He was through for the moment. But then there was still her cousin Bobby and all the men around her.
"Too fuckin' much, man. It felt like bein' sucked off and fucked at the same time," Jack said, pulling out of Annie's cum-filled cunthole.
"Yeah? Well, my turn now. Gonna see if the bitch still can move her ass around...like she did when I popped her cherry last night," Bobby said tensely.
Annie rolled her eyes up and saw Bobby's big long fat cock glistening with pre-cum. She saw his prickhead-fat, cherry red, ready to shoot jizz. He moved around after Jack rolled off the girl.
Annie was exhausted, beaten into the dirt. They'd done what they'd wanted-defeated her, humiliated her until she felt lower than the lowest lizard crawling from under the rocks. And still it kept on. Still they tormented her, pawed her, fucked her! She drew her hand over her eyes, feeling the jizz spilling from her violated pussy. Bobby was asking someone for a handkerchief to clean her off. Clean her off? She would have laughed bitterly if she had had the energy. Nothing could clean off the filth her cousin and the others had heaped on her head this afternoon.
"Noooo!" she moaned.
It was a useless, weak protest. She was spread open like some cheap Hollywood slut, thinking only about her cunt and how she could satisfy her desire to fuck. In spite of the degradation she felt, Annie still concentrated most of her thoughts on her half-satisfied cunt, wondering if Bobby would take care of that ache Jack had started with his prick. Again and again the girl tried to throw away those thoughts, those awful thought assailing her. But they stayed, making her cunt a roaring furnace of unholy lust while her clit burned like a glowing lump of charcoal.
"Man, man," Bobby whispered, wiping off some of the jizz that had streaked her thighs. The girl groaned at the touch of the cotton, pulling her knees halfway up, then letting them fall back to the ground as he pulled the handkerchief away.
"Careful, man, she might snap your cock off," Jack said.
Bobby grunted, sliding his jeans down past his knees and opening his shirt. He was lowering himself onto her, touching her tits. It was wrong to feel things like this between her legs, especially with her own cousin. But it was happening all over again. Annie felt a flush of excitement race through her pussy, felt her ass-hole pucker up while his hands smoothed over her thighs.
"Sloppy seconds, man," Bobby muttered.
His humiliating remarks didn't touch her now. Annie was too worked up to listen to him. She could feel the hardness of his warm body pressing against her as he grabbed her hard, pulling her against his firm-muscled naked body. Annie didn't try to pull away this time. What was the use? More belting? More beating, more torment? No, she wasn't going to go scampering around the dirt again. Let them do to her what they would!
Bobby slid his mouth on top of hers, gluing it down tightly with his spit, shoving his tongue down until it touched the back of her throat. He kissed her violently, scraping his front teeth against hers while jabbing his cockhead at her sloppy cunt. Annie felt his hot hard prick snaking through her cunt hair. Again she was going to get fucked. Again she was going to feel a cock fuck through her pussylips. The young blonde teen shivered, raking her fingernails over her cousin's broad shoulders. In the background she heard the men catcalling again, commenting on the way she was wiggling under her cousin, the way she was rubbing her legs against his while holding onto him. Every one of them wished he could be on top of her now, fucking her brains out. She laughed at them all, laughed at them while her cousin humiliated her in front of them.
"UHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned.
He fucked his cock in. Annie felt his prick gliding past her tense, eager cunt lips, felt heat drilling into her cum-smeared pussy. Her itchy pussy walls were being spread widely apart again. She was sore from the last fucking. But that soreness seemed to add to the fury of this fuck.
Shivering, the young woman felt her cousin's cock hit the load of cum from Jack's cock, then slide quickly down farther. The thickness and hardness of his prick thrilled her sensitive cunt walls. Bobby's cock shoved hard against her pussymeat, angling up to touch her clit. That delicate, firm touch made the girl cry out.
"Take my cock, baby, take it!" Bobby whispered.
Bobby's tight-skinned cockmeat slid in on her thin film of fuck juice. His hairy ass paused for a moment, then shoved down fast, sending his prickmeat fucking into the girl's i waiting pussy.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.
Annie nearly passed out from the riot of sensations exploding in her mind and body. Jack had worked her up halfway. Her cousin was taking her the rest of the way, holding her down, keeping her flailing legs in line while he fucked his cock in and out of her cunthole.
"Slow down, man, don't shoot off like I did real fast," Jack warned, kneeling next to them and watching.
Annie could smell his pussy-soaked cock near her face. He had moved into Bobby's old position, watching her as he dangled his prick in front of her. As she felt her cousin fuck his cock deep into her body, she turned her head and stared up at Jack's heavy piece of prickmeat. If only she had the courage to take his cock in her mouth! Now the thought of king cock wasn't so repulsive. How strange it was! Sexual excitement could change minds so quickly!
"Take it, take it all!" Bobby grunted.
Annie was thinking horrible thoughts, thoughts about what she wanted these men to Koto her. She felt her cunt tightening up more, her slick pussy walls squeezing his cock while trying to split her body in two.
"Hey, gimme a chance. I'm gettin' fuckin' hard watchin' you two," Jack said.
He was moving next to them, scooting around while Bobby rolled onto his side and took the girl with him. Her ass was exposed, left naked to the young foreman behind her.
"NOOOOOO!" she protested.
She tried wriggling away from the men but it was impossible. Jack slid down until his unshaven cheeks were wedged between her ass-cheeks. The girl felt his tongue sliding along her asscrack, slipping down, down until his tongue touched the pink, wrinkled flesh of her ass-hole. He was slicking her ass-hole down, shoving the tip of his tongue against her ass-hole until her ass finally relaxed and admitted a part of his tongue.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned.
No one had ever done this to her. He was licking her ass-hole, moving his fingers up to that sensitive area while her cousin fucked her more rapidly than before. Annie snapped her head back, pumping her hips wildly, grunting like a stuck pig the moment Jack shoved one finger up her ass, wriggling it around and around until the girl thought she was going to go out of her mind.
"No, no, take it out, out..."
But there was no conviction in her plea. Jack grunted in satisfaction, slipping his finger out and edging up until his knees were pressed up against the backs of hers.
"Shaddup!" Jack snapped.
Jack hit her hard across the back of her head, stunning her momentarily while jamming another finger up her shitter. The girl screamed, then fell limply against Bobby. For several seconds she lay heavily against her cousin, panting raspily as the foreman behind her reamed out her ass-hole with his fingers. Then she felt the big man twisting his hand around and around, corkscrewing his fingers, then slowly pulling them out. Annie sighed with relief, her flesh crawling the moment his fingertips slipped out, making her wrinkled ass-hole pucker for a second.
"Man, she's goin' nuts with this," Bobby said.
Annie shook her head, telling herself it would be over soon. Soon they would leave her alone, leave her to sob out her misery alone. Surely her cousin and the foreman couldn't go on for much longer. They were both breathing with shallow, uneven gasps. Jack was holding her by the shoulders, pressing his knees hard against the backs of her legs while rubbing his fat prickhead over her ass-cheeks. The terrified girl felt his knees sliding up a little farther, pressing against her a little harder. She could feel his cock slipping up, up until his prick rested against her ass crack. He was going to ass-fuck her, fuck his prick into her shitter while Bobby kept on fucking her cunt.
"No, no, you'll kill me...please, don't, don't..." Annie cried.
Dirt was caked on her face, legs and hands as she squirmed on the uneven hot ground. Her hair clung together in wet tangles, hanging in her eyes as the men surrounding her laughed at her discomfort.
"No, God, no!" she cried in desperation.
Annie found herself clawing at anything, curling her fingers into fists and pounding at her cousin's chest as Jack held his cock in his hand. He was centering his prickhead over her spit-slicked ass-hole, teasing her by shoving his cock against the wrinkled flesh, then pulling back. He slapped her ass-cheeks several times, growling with pleasure as he saw her reddened ass jiggling after each blow.
Annie groaned with fear and humiliation, her moans often changing to gasps of delight as Bobby slowed down his fucking and started playing with her clit with his fingers. She felt as if she were going to die from all this stimulation.
The wind increased again, blowing dirt in her face, bringing the sounds of the neighing horses to her ears. Behind her Jack was breathing heavily. She felt his hands move down to her ass where he was slowly spreading her ass cheeks apart. The girl shivered, feeling air blowing into her ass-hole. Then there was the smooth, hot touch of his prickhead, his smooth hard cock pressing against her ass-hole.
It won't hurt. I'll just concentrate on relaxing and it won't hurt! the girl thought, closing her eyes and trying to think only of Bobby and what wonderful things he was doing to her pussy. Then the pressure increased, and with that increase came a strong pain that made the girl arch her back and cry out.
She felt as if someone was stabbing her in the ass with a spear. She jerked forward, her knees striking Bobby's. It was impossible. Again she tried to wriggle away from the increasing pain. But Jack's hands had moved up and were now hooked around her hipbones. He was holding her in place, having wedged his prick comfortably between her jiggling ass-cheeks.
"No, no, no!" she screamed.
Annie's face reddened, her nostrils flaring while her eyes registered the fear and pain coursing through her young body. He was biting the back of her neck, swearing at her while tensing his thighs and fucking forward. To Annie's horror and dismay, she felt him making progress. Slowly, painfully Jack's cockhead was fucking into her shitter. The pain increased, radiating quickly to all parts of her body. It was like a violent cramp, making every muscle in her body contract. Even her cousin's hot and heavy fucking and clit-playing couldn't take away the pain of Jack's prickhead fucking into her ass-hole.
"OOOOOOWW AWWWHHHHH!"
Her sharp cry of agony startled the horses. She could hear them screaming, hear them pounding the ground as they strained against their reins. And the pain only seemed to increase. Jack had to be fucking a fist up her ass! His cock was so big, so awfully big. Surely her ass would split in two. Surely he was going to cause some damage with that fat cock of his fucked up her ass-hole. Again the girl cried out for mercy, jerking from side to side like a speared fish.
Please, please God, stop this horror before it was too late! she begged silently.
"OOOOOOOOHHHH!"
The pain increased to a fine point as the small sphincter muscles of her ass continued to stay tight.
"No, no, no!"
Annie twisted around, her eyes widening as she felt Jack's fat cockhead making yet more headway, sliding past her tight ass ring, spreading her ass-hole. Annie felt Jack trying to spread her knees farther apart, angling her ass up, trying anything to ease that awful pain threatening to knock her out. Her nipples were scratching against Bobby's chest while her cousin eased his fucking, watching her face whiten and contort with pain. It was something he enjoyed watching, something that was worth even more than the hot and heavy fuck he was getting from his cousin.
It was the first whole sentence she had managed to get out since Jack had fucked his prick into her ass. Blinking the tears away, she saw her cousin's merciless face, that awful smile that was more like a sneer.
If only she had stayed at home, gone with her uncle into town, called her mother and begged to come back to L.A. Now she was wriggling in the dirt like an animal, fucked in the gutter like a bitch by these perverts while others hooted and shouted around them. "Ohhhhh!"
Jack's fat cockhead slipped past the tense ring of her ass-hole muscles. Annie sighed, her head falling forward. Jack stopped, resting his head on her shoulder blades. He was panting, breathing hard with the effort of fucking the girl's virgin ass-hole. It was so strange that pressure-that strange, odd pressure pushing out against her ass-hole lining! She could feel the puffs of breath against her back and neck, feel his fingers still holding her tightly around her hipbones while his cock was only a few inches embedded in her ass.
Instinctively the girl pushed back as if she were taking a shit, forcing her ass muscles to shove out against Jack's fucking prick. Jack felt it and warned the young woman not to try anything funny. He was going to fuck her so hard his cum would be shooting out of her mouth.
Jack pushed down, fucking another inch of prick into her ass and making Annie's teeth rattle with the resulting pain. Her belly was swelling with prickmeat, ballooning out it seemed as both men fucked more and more cock into her.
More cockmeat in her ass! How many inches had he left to go? And then he was pulling out, withdrawing his prick, making her ass-hole pucker out with the friction. It was as if someone had turned on a vacuum against her ass-hole! The girl felt as if he were yanking out a handful of assguts. She cried out, shaking her head violently from side to side, cursing at the young foreman, spitting at her cousin. She was torn both in body and in mind.
She pressed her tits against Bobby's hands, feeling the pain from her shitter now start to drive a strange heat into her crotch. It was the same kind of heat she'd felt earlier when Jack was licking her ass, fucking his tongue into her ass while massaging her ass-cheeks. Now he was creating the same kind of sensation with his prick. But this was far more intense, more concentrated, far hotter. The pain was ebbing, replaced by a stretching sensation actually intensifying the hot flashes between her legs. Bobby noticed this slow gradual change in his cousin's attitude and started fucking her harder.
"Take my prick, bitch! Go on, man, you can't have enough cockmeat in you, can you?" he spat, laughing at the cringing girl. "You gotta have both holes plugged with cock...lots of fuckin' prick. Well, man, you're gonna have so much dick today you won't be able to walk for a fuckin' week!"
He was pawing her tits hard, pulling at her pert nipples until they ached! At the same time Annie felt her ass-cheeks flexing against Jack's crotch. Could it be she was actually looking for more sensation, actually begging him for more cock up her ass? That had to be it! In her overheated confused mind the young woman wanted to have more cock, wanted to have him split her ass wide open.
They had succeeded. They had turned her into a fucking machine, a mindless whore who cared only for her cunt and the cocks that could satisfy her. She was on fire, every inch of her body tingling with delight as the two young studs fucked her senseless. The sliding of Jack's cock as he fucked deeper into her bowels sent shivery thrills through her ass and cunt. Annie felt her guts filling with the foreman's cock. His prick felt like a growing load of iron ore in her bowels. She thought his cock would surely have to stop.
He stopped for a moment, then shoved down once again. Annie shoved her ass against him, arching her back. That strange fullness inside her bowels excited the hell out of her now. And to help her along, there was Bobby's cock fucking in and out of her pussy. She was milking her cunt walls around his cock now, enticing him to climax, exciting the young man to the limit.
"Goddamned fuckin' bitch. You're...ughhh...you're gonna make me cum you keep doin' that, you mother fuckin' shit!"
Annie didn't care what he called her now. She only wanted to float on that golden cloud of feelings, wanted to have those two pricks fucking in and out of her twisting body.
"OHHHHHH!" she moaned.
Jack's cock fucked even deeper, past where the last stroke had ended. His cock was going deeper, deeper. Annie inhaled, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. The head of his prick went up and up, filling her ass until she felt his cock buried to the hilt. He was all the way inside her ass.
The incredible stretching of her entire ass made her belly seem full, bloated to the point of bursting. She kicked out, her toes stubbing against a stray rock while the wind blew up more dust and threw it into her face.
Something was giving way in her, something breaking as the two pricks fucked in a sympathetic rhythm. In and out, in and out, back and forth until the young woman was crying out for more. She wanted to be shredded by those cocks, torn to pieces by them, filled with cum. Annie couldn't control her mind any more than she could control her body. Their brutality had done something to her, changed her way of thinking. Now pain was pleasure, humiliation heaven. The more she thought of her present humiliating position-when she could think, that is-the more excited she became.
"UGHHH!" she grunted.
In spite of her pain, Annie wanted more cock in her ass, more prick in her cunt. She wished Jack really had a fist he could shove up her ass, stretch her ass-hole wider and wider while her cousin Bobby kept on fucking her cunt, playing with her clit, pinching and stretching her clit cruelly with his fingers. Then she would take on all of them-all the hot, horny ranch hands who were now jerking off near her, shouting at her, laughing at her as the two men pinned her to the ground and fucked the shit out of her.
Close, very close. Annie felt herself pin-wheeling toward the edge, teetering on the brink of a mind-blasting orgasm. No one could have described the delicious, wonderful feelings shooting through her ass and cunt right now. Annie found herself kicking and clawing at anything, stretching her young body against Bobby first, then backing into the fucking foreman behind her, rubbing her fucked ass against his belly. The blonde teen didn't care how much they hurt her now, didn't care about the pain at all. She just wanted those cocks to fuck into her until the spinning ball of sexual heat in her ass and cunt exploded with atomic fury.
"OOOHOOHHH!" she wailed.
And both young men had the stamina to drive Annie up to that point. Bobby arched his back, angling to one side and tugging back on his cock until only his prickhead remained between her clutching, milking, juice-smeared cunt lips. He fluttered his fingers at the rounded bottom of her clit at the same time, driving the young woman wild. Annie cried through her clenched teeth, flashing her cousin wild-eyed animal looks while grunting and thrusting forward. Behind her, Jack was speeding up his cock-strokes until the girl thought her ass flesh would melt. It was like having burning gas thrown on her shitter. As the length and speed of Jack's ass-fucking strokes increased, Annie felt the drag of her cunt lips milk more fuck juice from her pussy-hole, then clutch desperately at her cousin's prick.
Bobby grunted, then tensed his thighs again and slowly fucked his cock back into her gurgling cunthole. It was almost more than Annie could stand. She twisted and writhed in their grip, banging her fists harder against Bobby, kicking him, then shoving her ass against Jack's groin in a silent plea for more cock. Annie wasn't that sweet kind girl from L.A., the girl who had known next to nothing about men only a few days ago. Now she had experienced more than the most sluttish girl at her school. She snaked along the dirt, gasping and wheezing as the two young studs neared their climax.
Sexual heat slicked up the sides of her stiff clit. The feeling in her cunt built up quickly, mixing with that odd sensation whirling around her assguts. Annie grunted with the efforts of keeping up with Bobby's and Jack's strokes. She was at the point of no return now.
Images blurred in her mind as she felt her clit twitch. Behind her, the stretched tearing ring of her ass-hole muscles clamped down instinctively on Jack's fucking cock, milking his prick much in the same way her cunt lips milked Bobby's cock. She was cumming at both ends, reaching climax in her ass as well as cumming in her pussy. Screaming, the young blonde teen felt her cunt walls buckle, felt them grasp Bobby's cock and hold tightly while Jack was fucking her hard and fast from behind.
"Man, go for it now! Fuck, I'm gonna cum. This fuckin' broad's too much. Must run in the family," Bobby panted, tossing his head from side to side.
The rigid bar of fucking cockmeat in her ass seemed to slow for a moment. Then, with a sweaty slap of his belly against her ass-cheeks, Jack shoved down hard. Annie felt him hit something deep in her. The kink of her ass walls hurt as if a dozen knives had suddenly fallen on her. She felt all the sensations in the world at that point. She wanted it all, wanted it all to happen at once. The pain in her tits, the juicing sliding of her cunt lips against her cousin's cock, the piercing, reaming thrusts of Jack's cock up her violated ass-she wanted it all!
Blinding flashes of light exploded in front of her. Annie found herself hunching her ass back and forth with fast fluttering strokes. With a bestial grunt, Jack fucked his cock deep into her ass. The girl screamed, her jaw slackening as she felt the lining ripping. He was fucking her like a freight train. She screamed again, feeling lusty fire shooting into her ass. no
Jack was cumming, firing his load of jizz up her ass. Jack twitched behind her, hitting her with his toes and knees while lowering his head once more and biting the back of her neck hard.
"FFFUUUUUCCCCK!" he cried, jerking again and again against the young blonde.
Annie was beside herself. She felt him running his hands around her body, grasp her tits and pinch the nipples until they were bruised. Both Bobby and Jack seemed to be fighting for her body, jerking and thrashing against her, sandwiching the poor girl between their cumming cocks.
"Man, dumpin' it now!" Bobby screamed, his head thrown back. "Makin' it...ughhhhh!"
Both of them were sending streamers of hot thick jizz into her! She wanted those cocks to stay in her, to stay hard and hot and shooting in her. She thrashed more wildly than before, nearly tearing loose from their grip while her clit finally exploded. It was wonderful, wild, unimaginable. Annie stopped moving for a second, nearly blown away by the power overwhelming her pussy. She felt the first gigantic rush of spasms sweep over her like a giant tidal wave. The pleasure was so intense it was almost pain. Her eyes widened more, a strange choking sound coming from her opened mouth. She stared in wonder at Bobby, then closed her eyes and gave into the rushing sensation of her convulsing pussy and ass-hole.
"WAWWHWHWHHHH!" she screamed.
The world could have come to an end and she wouldn't have known. Her cunt convulsed again and again, her pussylips slapping loudly against Bobby's cock while Jack kept fucking his cum-smeared cock into her ass-hole. Jack paused for a second, fucking his prick in to the hilt, then pulled back. Annie wept. It was disrupting the smashing rhythm of her orgasm, sending too many hot signals up her spine. Her overloaded brain shattered. The gasping young girl cried out again and again, then let out a long shuddering moan when she felt the wide flare of Jack's cockhead slip out of her ass.
"Oooohhhhhhh!" .
Bobby was working his hips quickly back and forth, making them swivel, stirring his prick around like a big spoon, keeping his cock in constant contact with her clit. Annie had never felt so stimulated in her life. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt, making her shiver again as the wild dual fucking spree ground to an end.
"Ohhhhhh..." she moaned.
Annie thought she would faint. Jack sat up, brushing the clotted dirt from his sweaty arms, then turning around and grinning down at the girl. She lay lifeless on the ground, her damp tangled hair curtaining her face. The only sign of life was her slow breathing, making her tits move gently up and down. Bobby had also pulled out and was studying his half-conscious cousin. Annie wished she could disappear.
Cum was oozing out of her ass-hole and cunt, trickling down her thighs to the dry ground below. The wind died down as some of the men around her muttered softly about not being able to fuck her now. They shuffled off, slipping their cocks back into their pants while Jack and Bobby stood up shakily and began dressing.
"You'd better get dressed too, bitch. And I don't want you saying nothin' about this, understand?"
Annie moaned. She would agree to anything at this point. All she wanted to do was to be left alone. She didn't want to think of how she had acted, to think of how she had fucked these two animals! A mindless whore couldn't have done better!
Bobby bent down and grabbed her by the hair. He started jerking her head up, tearing out the blonde strands by the roots. But Annie by this time had been pushed so far that she didn't resist. In fact she could hardly feel the pain in her scalp as she lay quietly in the dirt.
"Hey, man, leave her alone or she's gonna be a zombie. Don't want that, 'specially with a hot cunt like that around. Can use her later, right?" Jack reasoned, laying a restraining hand on Bobby's shoulder.
The young man stopped and wrinkled his forehead thoughtfully, finally loosening his grip on Annie's hair. The girl fell back to the ground, moaning and digging her fingers into the loose dirt around her.
"Yeah, leave her here for a while. Fuck, she won't be able to ride back," Bobby said, buttoning his jeans and ambling back with Jack toward the fence.
Annie had no idea how long she'd lain there. Her mind whirled around with obscene images, images of all those men around her jerking off, their cocks long, hard, pink, oozing with cum, their balls rolling forward, packed hard with cum. And between two men, she thrashed and clawed, screaming and yowling, a bitch in heat. And no matter how they treated her, no matter how hard they fucked her, she still wanted more.
The humiliation, the degradation was perhaps worse than the actual physical abuse she received. The thought that she'd shown such a display of animality in front of all those strangers and in front of her cousin drove her half mad. She would never be able to show her face again in public, never be able to look at herself in the mirror without remembering the awful way she'd acted there in the dirt. In dirt! She didn't even have the decency to do it in a bed. She had to crawl in the dirt, wiggle her ass around and entice them to fuck her and...
She wouldn't think of it, couldn't think of it now! It would drive her crazy! She had done wrong, had committed a terrible sin for which she would surely be punished. Right now all she could do was recover and go home, get away from these terrible men who would lead her astray! in "
An hour, perhaps two, passed, and Annie still lay in the dirt. Bobby came over, stood by her, then kicked loose dirt in the girl's face. When she choked, covering her face with both hands, he laughed at her.
"Eat dirt, bitch. It's no worse than what you'd wanna eat...dickmeat, lots of it, right?"
His laughter was derisive, cutting.
"Why, Bobby, why? Why are you doing this to me? I've never hurt you, have I?"
The young man paused, folding his arms across his thick-muscled chest.
"Ain't no reason why. I just dig it, dig pushin' chicks like you to the limit. Most of 'em back off. But you, baby," he said, chuckling obscenely, "you want more, keep beggin' for more." He bent down and ran one finger over her body. "You and me, we're cut from the same cloth-members of the same family. But me, I like to hurt and you, well, baby, you dig gettin' hurt. That's why." He stood back up and tucked his shirt into his jeans. "Now get the fuck dressed. You been restin' enough. Time to get home. And remember, no tricks, nothing to my old man, understand?"
Annie pushed herself up off the ground, brushing the hair from her eyes. She looked up at her cousin towering over her. He was so strong, so big, so terribly overpowering. He was right. They were cut from the same cloth. That was why she had to get away from him before she ruined herself.
"Yes, I promise I won't tell Uncle Fred. Nobody," she added, kneeling now and gathering up her torn, discarded garments.
Fighting back the sobs, Annie dressed, buttoning her shirt slowly, feeling every muscle in her body cramp with pain. Only now did she realize just how much the two men had put her through. The welts were beginning to make themselves felt, especially when she drew her jeans back onto her ass and tried buttoning them. And then there was that long ride back to the ranch house. She winced at the thought of it. And she was so tired.
"Come on, and remember, not a word!"
CHAPTER NINE
It was hard not to say anything. Fortunately Uncle Fred was still in town when she and Bobby ambled back to the house. She had to dismount, feeling as if she could hardly move. Her shoulders ached, her legs threatened to buckle under at any moment. Somehow she managed to lead the horse into the barn, ignoring the derisive stares of the few ranch hands who had returned with them. Annie considered herself lucky none of them tried to mount her, corner her, back her into the barn and fuck her as hard as Bobby and Jack had. But her cousin had told them to lay off. Doubtlessly he and the foreman had other plans for her and didn't want the girl "used" unduly.
Annie climbed to her upstairs room, throwing herself over the bed and crying herself to sleep. It was a troubled sleep, one filled with dreams of her cousin and the foreman. How they loved fucking her, drilling her, fucking their cocks in and out. Several times she awoke, finding herself sprawled over the bed. How her body ached.
She rose when she heard her uncle's truck rattle in, then limped to the bathroom and stripped off her dirty clothes. Ugly blotches appeared on her ass-cheeks and backs of her thighs, signs of the belting she'd received. Gingerly she touched them, blinking back tears of pain as her flesh quivered in response. Oh, damn him, damn them all for doing this to her! She steadied herself against the sink, resting her forehead against the cool glass, wondering how she could get out of this situation without arousing the suspicion of either her mother or uncle.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned.
Slowly, carefully she filled the tub, easing her bruised body into the tepid water and closing her eyes. How good, how soothing it felt to relax like this. Thoughts of her cousin and friends drifted in and out of her confused mind. She would think about it in the morning. Thoughts were always more cohesive in the morning.
Toweling herself off, the girl called down to her uncle that she was too tired to eat. They were down there, both of them, her cousin joking with his father, acting the part of the dutiful son while all the while he was a crazed sex maniac, loving to hurt things, destroy things.
Annie jammed her knuckles in her mouth and rushed down the upstairs hall back to her room, closing and locking the door behind her. She didn't ever want to see her cousin Bobby again. She would stay up in her room, pretending to be sick-the flu or something. When she was better she would phone her mother and beg to come back home. Surely by then she could have an excuse, something Uncle Fred and her mother would swallow, something that wouldn't throw suspicion on her and her cousin.
With these and other related thoughts, the girl sank into a deep sleep, her mind still tortured by images of fucking.
The next few days were difficult ones for Annie. Several times her uncle came upstairs, insisting on calling the doctor. If she was sick enough to stay in bed, she was sick enough for a doctor. It was all she could do to keep her uncle from calling for medical help. The doctor would see she was faking. And what was worse he'd see all those bruises that were finally healing. There would be questions that would inevitably lead to her and Bobby's exposure. She couldn't risk that. So Annie pretended to be getting better, thinking of ways she could ease herself out of this present situation without making her uncle question her more.
On the fourth day, the young woman decided it was time to slip out of the bedroom. Any longer in bed and she would be considered a basket case. That morning she had bustled around the kitchen, setting the table for three although Uncle Fred later announced that Bobby had risen early to deal with some grain dealers in Riverside.
"Yes, sir, that boy's gonna be a fine rancher some day, you know, honey?" Uncle Fred said, sipping his coffee while Annie cleared away the dishes. She closed her eyes, biting down hard on her lower lip. "He knows about everything I can teach him."
And a few more things, Annie thought to herself, scraping the leavings into the sink and turning on the disposal. If only she felt she could confide in her uncle. But the girl sensed he wouldn't believe her. He was so proud of Bobby, so glad that his son had shown a flair for ranching that he would consider her accusations nothing but hysterical ranting.
"And I'm real glad you got outta that bed now, honey. Ain't right for a healthy girl like you to be sick that long. Besides, tonight we got something good goin', somethin' you city gals probably heard about. A real barn dance, kinda a mid-summer celebration of sorts," Uncle Fred said, pushing back his cup and smiling up at her.
Annie stopped her cleaning and eyed her uncle with surprise. A barn dance? For a moment her face brightened. She remembered seeing movies about them-brightly colored dresses swirling around, handsome cowboys dancing around in circles while the catchy rhythm of western music filled the air. Then she thought of Bobby and Jack and the others. They would all be there probably, clapping their hands and dancing and sneering down at her, remembering the way she'd clawed the ground while two men fucked her in the dirt. She wasn't going to expose herself to that kind of ridicule.
"Something wrong, honey?" Uncle Fred asked, noticing the expression on her face.
"Uh, no, no, just gotta think of what to wear," Annie said, brushing away the dark thoughts. No sense in telling him she wasn't going to go now. There would be arguments, pleading. She would wait until he was out of the house and call her mother, arrange for a pick up this evening. Then it would be too late for Uncle Fred to protest. Then she could sort out her thoughts, her injured pride.
"Good. I know Bobby'd be happy to take you and introduce you to his friends," he said, pushing back from the table and wiping his mouth.
Annie cringed at that remark. Her cousin had already done just that, stretching her out naked in the fields and fucking her half to death with his foreman while the others hooted in approval. Annie had to turn away from her uncle, holding back the hot tears welling up in her eyes. She steadied herself against the sink, thinking of anything but Bobby so she wouldn't break down and have to tell him about the horror she'd endured.
"Now you take care of yourself, honey. We don't want you gettin' sick before the dance," he said, hugging her playfully from behind, then stomping out the kitchen to the back yard.
"Oh, God, God, how did I ever get mixed up in this?" Annie whispered, holding her hands to her face and rocking back and forth.
She felt pangs of guilt and shame rush through her as she stood by the sink, staring at the farm scene outside the window. It seemed so settled, so peaceful. When she first came here, Annie thought it was so innocent, so simple.
"My God!" she whispered through her fanned fingers, feeling every inch of her body alive. What was worse was that she had enjoyed nearly every moment of her torment. Even the beating had somehow intensified the sensations rushing through her pussy. She thought of that leather belt often, thought of how it looked hanging in the air above her head, then coming down at her, snapping loudly, crashing toward her as if in slow motion. She remembered the sneer on Bobby's face, the look of animal triumph on Jack's as the belt chewed into her flesh, making her scream and roll around on the ground. She'd begged them to stop, pounded the dirt with her fists and kicked savagely at them. But, all the time, her pussy was on fire, her clit twitching while they kicked and beat her.
None of her girlfriends had ever told her about this sort of thing. Nothing at all had prepared the confused teen for the feelings she was now experiencing. And with all this in her mind, her uncle expected her to go to a dance with her cousin? Never! Never would she expose herself to the kind of shame she'd experienced several days ago in front of those ranch hands.
Making sure her uncle was occupied outside, Annie rushed to the kitchen phone and dialed home. Nothing. Her mother might be shopping, any one of a number of things. She was trying to keep busy, trying to keep her husband's, Annie's father's death off her mind. She would try later. There was still time to pack, time to get away from this horror.
But again and again there was no answer. As the afternoon passed, Annie began to worry. Her uncle had come in around four and told her she'd better start getting ready. She couldn't feign sickness again, and it was getting difficult to sneak back into the kitchen and phone Los Angeles. Finally she saw Bobby rattle into the back yard in the old pickup. Her heart stopped as she watched the handsome young stud leap out of the truck and wash his hands quickly near the pump. Annie couldn't deny it. In spite of what he'd put her through the last few days, she still felt attracted to him! She still felt her cunt tighten, her pussylips actually move against one another as she stared at him standing by the flowing water.
Was she turning into some kind of nympho? Guiltily the young blonde turned around and peered over her shoulder, making sure her uncle wasn't noticing the way she was staring out the window. The old man had no suspicions, no idea of what kind of man his son was. Again she bit her lower lip, feeling panic overwhelm her as Bobby started for the house. He caught sight of her white face peering through the window and stopped for a moment, smiling craftily. Running his fingers through his hair, he started up again. Annie backed away from the sink and started to turn where the kitchen door squeaked open and Bobby entered.
"Pass the day all right?" he asked, brushing her by with that same ironic smile.
"Y...yes, okay," Annie stammered, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks all over again. She'd promised herself she'd be cool or try to be. But how could she be cool when her heart was beating so fast? How could she pretend he didn't bother her when her tits were itching like crazy, when her pussy walls were buckling with heat, when every inch of her flesh was sensitive to any touch? Annie swallowed hard, curling her fingers and digging her nails into her thighs. She wasn't going to let him get to her again. She would think of some way to stay at home-read a magazine, anything rather than expose herself to her cousin and his friends all over again.
"Feelin' better then, huh?"
He turned and smiled at her, his eyes narrowing. For a second she thought he was going to laugh sarcastically. Then the sound of her uncle shuffling into the kitchen changed them all. Annie managed to regain control of herself while Bobby acted as usual.
"Sure gonna look pretty for that dance tonight," Uncle Fred said, clucking his tongue against his cheek and shaking his head. "Your cousin's been lookin' forward to takin' you ever since I told him you'd go this morning."
Annie nearly fell through the floor.
"Oh, I don't know if I want to go. I mean," she said, noticing her uncle's face darkening, "I don't know much about square dancing and all that and...and I'm afraid I'd just be boring."
"Oh, you wouldn't be boring, cousin Annie," Bobby said, his lips curling into that awful smile once more. Annie blushed furiously, casting her eyes down and feeling herself defeated.
"You don't want me tellin' your mom that you been havin' a bad time out here, do you?
She was so countin' on you gettin' to know folks out here. And the best way's meetin' 'em at a dance, right?"
Annie nodded, unable to speak for a moment. She'd been cornered, cornered like a rat. Her uncle was sending her off to the sacrificial block and he didn't even realize it. She wished she could tell him, tell him what was going on in his own house, on his farm. But instead she kept quiet, turning and climbing the stairs like a condemned woman.
"And you dress real pretty, now, you hear?" Uncle Fred called after her.
Annie wanted to scream. Instead she showered, picked a frilly blue dress with white trim and slipped it on, turning from side to side and examining herself in the mirror. For a moment she felt a rush of hope. Her mind brightened. Perhaps there would be nothing but innocent fun tonight.
Perhaps her cousin...then the thought of Bobby and what he enjoyed doing crept into her mind. She remembered his cock, his balls, the look in his eyes when he fucked her, beat her, watched someone else fucking her. There was no way he'd leave her alone tonight. Annie knew she would end up flat on her back, legs in the air, Bobby's cock fucking her.
The rest of the evening passed quickly. Bobby took her to the dance in his car, not saying much, keeping both hands on the wheel as they snaked their way through the darkened roads to the town community center some twenty miles to the south of the farm. Every time the car slowed, the girl expected to feel his hands on her thighs, expected him to pull over and feel him stripping her.
But not once did he make reference to what had happened during the week. Once or twice he talked about the farm, but that was it. Soon they were at the dance where no one was around who had witnessed her shameful double rape of several days ago.
As time passed, Annie felt herself enjoying herself. One or two of the boys had even offered to teach her to square dance. Forgetting about her cousin, Annie tried to join in, laughing for the first time in days as she skipped along the edge of the dance floor with her newly found friends.
It was a little past eleven when Bobby sidled up to her and suggested they leave. He had to get up early to tend to some fence mending and was tired. Annie actually felt sorry she had to leave the dance she had formerly dreaded. Slipping a sweater over her narrow shoulders, she bid good-bye to the smiling dancers and walked out in front of her cousin.
Again Bobby said little, holding the car door open for her, then closing it gently behind her. Annie settled down in the passenger's seat, feeling the smile still on her lips. The catchy music filtered through the night air, reaching her in the darkened car and making her tap her toes against the floor boards. This was nice, really nice. This was what her mother had hoped she'd be doing all the time. Maybe it was all over. Maybe her cousin was tired of tormenting her. She could never look on him as just a family member. But perhaps now he'd leave her alone and he could have some pleasant memories of her summer vacation.
They traveled back along the same road, Bobby being less talkative then he was coming out. Once or twice Annie tried talking to him but received only affirmative or negative grunts.
They were about halfway home when he slowed down the car. At first Annie thought there was something on the road. Leaning forward, she squinted through the windshield, examining the uneven pavement for an animal or a log. Then the girl realized they were turning onto a small dirt path that wound to the east of the house. Immediately she felt her flesh break out into cold sweat while her heart beat like a triphammer. This wasn't going to be a peaceful, pleasant night. It was going to be like all the others with her cousin. Immediately Annie let out a cry, jerking one hand to the door and starting to pull open the handle.
"Leap outta here and I'll catch you. Believe me, I'll catch you, and when I do..."
The threat was real. Annie moved her hand away from the handle, letting her hand fall to her lap and sitting quietly in the seat. She bounced with the car, wondering where they were going. The girl knew it was useless to plead with her cousin. He was silent, tight lipped, already determined to fuck her. He was going to fuck her.
They bounced along the narrow winding road for fifteen minutes, finally stopping at hat looked like an old farmhouse. The main building was woefully in disrepair, the walls caving, partially collapsed while the roof had sagged down. Several out buildings were leaning in various directions while the remains of a wood fence marked the immediate boundaries of the place.
"Think of it as a kinda after-dance gift," Bobby said, stopping the engine and pulling out the key. "Get out."
Opening the door, Annie saw there were others there. She leaned against the front fender, recognizing Jack's shape as he approached the car. One or two others walked behind him, their boots making wet crunching sounds in the damp grass. Annie felt herself growing faint. She clutched the sweater protectively to her body, her eyes widening, watching the men as they came toward her.
"The little princess enjoy her dance?" Jack asked, stepping up to her and trailing one finger along the collar of her dress. Annie trembled, shrinking back from him. Jack noticed her movement and smiled with approval.
"Yeah, the real belle of the ball. Now it's time for us to ball the belle," Bobby said, coming around the car and edging up to
Annie.
"No, no, leave me alone. You had...yo had me enough. Just leave me...ughhhh!"
Bobby grabbed both her hands, pinning them hard behind her back. Spinning her halfway around, he jerked up one knee and shoved it hard against her spine. The result was a sharp pain knocking the wind from her. Annie lurched forward, being kept from falling on her face by Bobby's calloused fingers holding her wrists tightly and that awful knee braced against her lower back. Her head fell forward, her blonde hair splashing into her face. It was starting all over again!
The good time, the party mood, everything faded. Bobby had set her up, let her have a good time at the dance, biding his time until he could get her away to this place where Jack and a few others would play with her. She wished she could die!
CHAPTER TEN
They dragged her along the uneven damp ground, Bobby still holding her wrists while Jack talked to some of the others who had accompanied him to this deserted spot. When they neared the sagging porch of the old farmhouse, they stopped. Annie shook the loose hair from her eyes, watching as two men approached her with something in their hands. Rope! She stiffened, feeling them slide once piece around her right wrist, folding it over into a figure eight, then attaching it to her other hand, joining the two wrists together finally in a double square.
"Oh, it's too...too tight!" Annie cried, her face wincing as the rough hemp chafed her wrists.
"Too bad. We'll be more gentle...next time," Bobby said, watching the two hands finish with their binding.
"Love workin' for you, Bobby," the first man said, tying off the last knot.
"Yeah, sure beats workin' for old man Jones. He don't do nothin' like this," the second man piped up, flashing a sheepish grin at Annie's cousin.
"Just stick around, boys, just stick around," Jack said, checking the ropes.
"Come on up," Bobby said, taking her by the bodice of her dress and pulling her up the stairs.
Annie followed like a zombie, hearing the boards of the porch floor creaking menacingly under her shuffling feet. They entered the rundown house. Glancing up, the girl could see the sky through several places in the sagging roof. For a moment Annie thought the whole place was going to crash down on them as they all entered. A small lantern on the floor cast an eerie yellowish glow over the small living room.
"What..."
She looked around. Hanging on the walls were some old yellowed pictures and what appeared to be buggy whips. The scene frightened her, reminding the girl of some kind of horror film. Then her attention was directed to a large wooden keg pushed to the middle of the room. The dim light reflected off a small brass spigot that apparently was drilled to the center. It was a beer dispenser, Annie guessed.
"No," she whimpered, drawing back. The girl didn't know what they'd planned for her. But the young woman was more than a little sure that it would be something awful, something more horrible than what she'd had to endure. She could smell it in the air, see it in their eyes as they shoved her forward, tugging at the ropes to make sure they held her wrists tightly.
Annie groaned as Jack pushed her reluctantly to a series of boards nailed together to one side of the keg. On closer inspection the girl saw it was a crudely made pillory. There was the smell of freshly cut wood in the air. This thing had recently been assembled, put together for her convenience. Annie felt a little sick.
"Oh, don't, don't..."
But the men weren't to be reasoned with. While Bobby held her, Jack opened the top board. The two men grabbed her legs and slid them over the bottom half of two holes drilled into the structure. There was a clicking sound as Jack let the top board fall back in place, trapping her legs just above the knees. Her legs were trapped tightly in those holes while her hands still remained tightly bound together by the cutting rope. Annie cried out, twisting helplessly against her bonds, tears streaming down her face. Her pretty blue-and-white dress was getting dirty, torn by these men. How happy sheM been dancing in it, whirling about the barn while the music made her pulse leap with joy. Now she was in this filthy hole with her cousin torturing her!
"I could leave you like this...not even support you and..."
To illustrate his point Bobby started backing away, letting her body sag back. Pressure was put on her legs, the rough-hewn wood scratching her bare flesh painfully as she began to bow down to the floor. She feared her back would break.
"NO, NOOOO!"
"Thought so," Bobby said, holding her back in position.
Annie was having trouble catching her breath. She looked over her shoulder and saw two men bringing something over. It looked like a stool. "Have a seat."
What had turned her cousin into this kind of animal? Why was he doing this? Again Annie asked the question and once more she couldn't find an answer. Leaning a little to the right, Annie narrowed her eyes now and saw the stool, saw what was fastened to its center-a six-inch dildo, a long thick pink-colored thing sticking up with short thin nails poking up around from its base! Annie stared mutely at the object, not believing what she saw!
"Oh no, no, NO!" she whispered tightly, shaking her head from side to side.
Jack and Bobby didn't give the girl time to think of what was happening. Her cousin reached under the dress, tearing an opening in her panties, shredding the briefs while the two ranch hands slid the stool under her. Annie felt that plastic cock touching her cunt lips, felt it center over her pussy-hole. She stiffened, tensing her arm and legs muscles, trying hard to wiggle away from the awful object.
"No, no, don't do this...oh, don't!" Annie screamed, her wailing cries bouncing off the walls.
She stared wide-eyed at the men, sweat oozing from her pores and slicking her flesh. She could hear Bobby pushing the stool a little farther under her. Annie jerked her ass up once more, her leg and thigh muscles cramping from the strain of trying to keep her ass up high. The nails at the base would tear her flesh, mutilate her for life!
"NOOO!"
The blonde teen jerked maniacally, trying to shake off the hands that were trying to keep her in place. Someone had his hands on her shoulders now and was pushing her down, down onto the dildo.
"OOOOHHHH!"
The young girl felt the cold plastic cock spreading her cunt walls apart. She cried out again, tensing her legs and thighs, trying to jerk up. Once she succeeded in actually raising her ass high enough to escape the dildo. But the effort, the pressure on her legs was too much to stand. In the end Annie found herself sinking, sinking back onto the dildo, shivering with revulsion as the smooth dildo speared into her body.
Her thighs shot apart as far as they could go, the legs trapped by the splintery pillory. Annie snapped her head back, her shoulder-blades jutting out while she let out another cry of humiliation. They were fucking her with that plastic cock, laughing while that awful dildo fucked into her moist, young pussy. And what was worse was that she was getting excited. Annie felt her cunt actually tightening around that plastic prick, her pussy walls growing warmer, wetter, starting to grip that dildo as if it were a man's cock. The young blonde turned her head and looked pleadingly at her cousin. As her ass-cheeks danced and twitched above the stool seat, the dildo fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Man, gettin' hot, real hot," Jack muttered. "Could fuck that little slut again. Man, you can tell she wants it, wants it bad." He studied the young woman as her ass slipped closer and closer toward the stool seat. All the while, inch by slick inch of the dildo disappeared, slipping into Annie's cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh..."
"Let's get 'er at both ends...she digs that, right Annie? You dig gettin' it at both ends, right?" Bobby sneered.
What was he doing? She turned her head around, watching as her cousin gripped the long black rubber hose that led from the keg. He examined the brass nozzle, then scraped the cold metal along her thigh. Annie felt her heart faint, guessing what he was about to do.
Her arms jerked, the wrists twisting frantically against the ropes that bound them while her legs pulled against the pillory. This couldn't be happening! The young man knelt down to one side of Annie, took the brass nozzle and shoved it up her ass-hole! Annie screamed, jerked her body from side to side until her violent movements threatened to overturn the whole assembly. Her face was red, contorted with pain and shame while tears flowed from her eyes. The horror of her situation! She should have kept trying to get her mother, insisted on staying home. All the fun she'd had at the barn dance now came back to mock her. She was a prisoner, her body filthy with dirt and sweat, her pretty blue dress torn and stained while she jerked and twitched in this awful pillory. And now her cousin was shoving that brass thing up her ass, laughing at her while she sank farther down on the dildo.
"UGHHHHH!"
Annie stiffened once more, fanning out her toes until they cramped. The places between them tingled strangely as the dildo fucked in deeper. Her pussy walls trembled, then folded in, gripping the fake cock until a cry of greed and despair ripped from her throat.
"WAWWWHHWHHHHHH!"
She was nearing the seat of that stool. Instinctively the girl knew the base was only an inch or two away. At the base were those tiny sharp nails, needles to torture her pussy with. What kind of men were these? Why were they doing this to her? Again the girl tensed her leg and thigh muscles, using every ounce of strength and will in her to shove up, up from the threatening nails. Annie groaned, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip as she felt the dildo sliding out of her pussy. She was keeping herself up away from those nails. But how long could she stay like this, her muscles already cramping, already stiffening with fatigue? Bobby and Jack did nothing to force her back down. They knew in a short while Annie would tire, her muscles would break down and she would sink back to the base of the dildo.
"OOOOHHHHHH!"
"And maybe she'd like to suck a little cock, huh, Annie? Maybe my cousin'd like to swing on some hot prickmeat, get it down her throat," Bobby said, his fingers already on the zipper tab.
"Suck...suck cock?"
It was the only thing they hadn't done to her. She watched as her cousin unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. She stared at the black wiry prickhairs curling around the teeth of his fly, saw the heavy hanging balls rising up against his cockroot. Bobby spread his legs, slowly working his fingers back and forth along the length of his rod, slicking down the tight-skinned prong with the pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit. The girl let out another moan, drawing back as far as she could, feeling herself sliding down yet another inch on the dildo. Any second Annie expected to feel the awful bite of those tiny nails against her cunt lips.
"No, no, no..."
"Fuck you, bitch. You're gonna take care of my cock now, baby. Gonna give you a hot roddin' in the mouth," Bobby said thickly.
Annie felt as if she were suffering in hell as her stretched young cunt slid down farther on the plastic cock. The pink latex was being slowly warmed by her cuntflesh, growing slippery with each passing second. It was degrading and at the same time exciting. And all the while, her cousin's cock was edging closer and closer to her mouth.
"No, don't, don't..."
Her tensed muscles caused more pain in her thighs and legs. It was impossible not to move down on the dildo, not to move down toward those nails. Sucking in a deep breath, Annie smelled his crotch and cringed. The odor of his aroused cock, of his tightening balls. She was going to suck his dick, suck cock while the men around her watched her tear herself to pieces!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"like the smell? Turn you on? Fuck, everything turns you on!"
Annie was confused, humiliated, degraded. Inhaling a second sharp breath, the young girl turned away, shaking loose the stray blonde hair from her eyes.
"Come on. Come on, you got a mouth. Open it," Bobby growled.
Jack said something, then reached over and twisted the brass knob at the base of the keg. Annie heard a gurgling noise, followed by something rushing from the wooden barrel.
Then the young girl felt something very warm and wet flowing into her bowels, filling her up like an enema! She stiffened, throwing out her shoulders while her eyes widened. Annie jerked her legs in their bonds. Something awful was happening back there, something that made her sick. She twisted around on the dildo, feeling her cunt slip yet another inch down on the latex prick. For a moment the young girl thought she could feel the nails brushing over her ass-cheeks.
"Beer, baby, left over from another fuckin' dance we had. It ain't the best," Jack said, backing away from the large keg, "but I thought you might still like a drink, up the ass..."
The other men laughed, watching with fascination as Bobby and Jack continued to humiliate the helpless teen. Annie felt the stinging spray of the beer fill her bowels, making the lining stretch to the tearing point. The strange feeling of fullness, of the liquid continually flowing into her ass was almost painful. It was like taking a shit in reverse! The young woman jerked from side to side, her face a reflection of the discomfort she felt. For a moment Annie had forgotten about the nails at the base of the dildo spearing her in two. That was a mistake. She slid down yet another inch, her ass-cheeks and cunt lips making contact with the tiny nails surrounding the dildo.
Her legs and arms jerked spasmodically again. She was sliding her ankles back and forth against one another, her upper legs nearly torn by the splintery pillory while her wrists pulled at the ropes binding them. The awful needle-like nails were piercing her flesh just enough to cause a heated, prickly pain. Annie twisted to the right, then to the left, stiffening her legs and thighs again, desperately trying to raise up off the dildo. And all the while, the cold beer sprayed into her ass, filling her up, making her burp with the pressure building in her belly. Bobby and Jack were standing to one side, their hands on their hips, laughing at her distress as she bounced and twisted on the dildo.
"OH, OHHHHHH!" Annie groaned, her wrists and legs aching.
Through her tears she saw Bobby's eyes were glowing with lust. He had taken out his cock and now was working his fingers back and forth over his long prick. He didn't care what those nails were doing to her, didn't care what the beer did to her ass and belly. He was thinking of his cock, thinking about how tightly her lips were going to fit around his prick as he fucked in and out of her mouth! Annie felt a rush of anger ripple through her. She wished she had a knife, anything to slip into his belly, cause him the pain he was making her suffer now.
There was the sound of liquid spattering on the floor. The beer was flowing out of her shitter as quickly as it flowed in. It was a filthy, obscene feeling. It was almost as if she were pissing and shitting in public at the same time. Somehow the girl had managed to squirm up the dildo once more, keeping her cunt lips away from the biting nails. Every inch of her body seemed to ache with a dull throb as Bobby swaggered up to her.
"Come on, baby, suck my cock while you're gettin' fucked," he said.
"Suck it!"
She opened her mouth, feeling the plastic dildo rubbing over her clit now. Had she turned her body in a certain way to make that contact? Had the boys done something to change the angle of that plastic cock? Annie didn't know, didn't really care. All the while that beer enema was bloating her, making her feel dizzy, perhaps a little sick.
"Take it!"
He had one hand around her head. Was he standing on something? He had to be. It didn't matter. Annie found herself opening her mouth as if she were about to give a kiss, her lips sliding over her front teeth. She closed her eyes and held her breath, squirming on the dildo, feeling those nails once more trying to pierce her flesh, feeling her cousin's cockhead come to rest on her tongue.
"Yeah, that's it!"
Annie made choking, gagging sounds as the young man began fucking his prick in and out of her mouth. The back and forth movement of his cock made the girl twist around, raise herself off the dildo for a moment, then made her lower herself down, down toward those awful nails. She was getting wet now. The beer was still spraying into her ass-hole, and her fuck juices flowing hotter and faster with every passing second.
"Yeah, move that tongue around, suck it!"
Annie was a robot, a sucking machine as she'd been a fucking machine earlier. She flicked her tongue around his fucking cock, trailing the tip along a ridge that ran along the underside of his prick. She could already taste the salty-flavored cum that oozed from his cockhead. Was he close? Was her cousin about to shoot in her mouth?
"Man, she's born to it, born to fuck," Bobby groaned, locking his fingers behind her skull and whipping her head back and forth against his groin. His breath was coming in short, raspy pants now.
The beer was doing its worth. Annie was starting to feel really sick. The whole thing was bizarre, crazy. She was fucking herself on the dildo, bouncing her ass up and down while having her shitter filled with beer. And, all the while, her cousin was fucking her in the mouth, spreading her lips and fucking his prick down her throat while holding her tightly behind the head.
Annie started to move forward, feeling herself become more and more aroused, high on her own perversity. She felt her cunt muscles growing tighter, cramping, milking that juice-slicked dildo. The sound of that beer spraying out of her ass and trickling onto that old wooden floor excited her. She was feeling more and more high, actually starting to enjoy that dildo reaming her out, that cock fucking in and out of her mouth.
"UMMMMMFFFF!" the girl cried around the hard prick moving over her tongue.
Bubbles of spit frothed around the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin as Bobby edged up to climax. He was starting to moan as the girl moved her tongue faster and faster up and down his cock. The big young stud was pitching from side to side, fucking his prick against the back of her throat, making her cheeks puff out at times then sink in with the action of his fat, hard hunk of cockmeat. The young blonde moaned, feeling that fat dildo fucking in and out of her cunt. Her fuck juices frothed around the furry lips of her cunt, trickling down her ass-cheeks, mixing with the spraying beer.
And as her excitement mounted, the movements of her tongue became more and more frantic, her mouth sucking hard at the rod. Annie thought she was coming apart at the seams. Were the nails touching her again?
There were so many odd sensations between her thighs now the girl didn't know, didn't care. Somewhere in front of her she heard a loud groan. Her cousin was cumming, shooting his load into her mouth.
She started making swallowing motions with her mouth and throat, feeling gush after gush of cum spraying into her mouth, flowing down her throat to her bloated belly. Cum, lots of it was filling her mouth, making her choke and gag. Bobby held her face pressed hard against his belly, moaning, his fingers threatening to crush her skull while his balls squeezed up against her chin. Annie was breathing as best she could through her flared nostrils.
"That's it, baby, that's it..."
Annie felt her blood boiling in her veins. Her ears seemed to ring with the hot pleasure now coursing through her body. Her belly was ballooning, the whirling ball of sexual hunger mixing with the swelling feeling of beer filling her bowels.
She cried out, her head sliding back now on the softening cock, her nostrils filled with the smell of his sweaty groin while more spittle flecked her lips and chin. Annie could feel her hair splashing over her face. She whipped her body from side to side, not caring about the nails, not caring about anything except that growing hot itchy feeling between her thighs. Every square inch of her body was alive with sexuality. And then with a blinding flash and roar the girl came. She felt her cunt muscles cramp hard around the plastic cock, felt them milk the dildo. She snapped her head to one side, sliding off Bobby's cock, throwing back her head and letting out a long low shuddering moan as she bounced up and down on the dildo, her tits jiggling and slapping together.
"Aiyyyyyyeeee!" Annie squealed, her hips pumping in wild, jerking movements. She bounced up and down like a crazed puppet, fucking her cunt over and over again on that long pink thing. The steel nails added to her feeling of satisfied lust, their hot poking sending shivers of ecstasy up and down her spine.
And then, finally, it was over. Annie sagged, spitting out the mixture of spit and cum while her pussy still held tight around the dildo. Beer continued to flow up her ass.
"Come on, Jack, then you too Ray, Bill. We're gonna give this little girl enough cock to suck to last her for a month."
Annie was too high, too confused to fight them. And how could she, tied like this? The rest of the evening at the farm was something of a blur. There were more pricks, more men holding her head while fucking their long, hard cocks into her mouth. Annie didn't know how many times she sucked them off. Four? Five? Ten? It seemed to be one long progression of cocks.
All she knew was that finally it was over. They were tired, played out by her mouth. Someone turned off the beer and unstrapped her, pulling her off the dildo while yanking out that horrible brass spigot from her ass-hole. They were all laughing at her, dragging her outside, making her pee in front of them when she begged to go to the bathroom.
Moments later she found herself back in Bobby's car, the vehicle turning down the road and heading toward his father's ranch. Annie was slumped down in the seat, her cunt sore, stretched, her ass-hole throbbing in time to her pussy. And all the while there was that salty, bleachy taste in her mouth from all that cum she'd swallowed. They had done their best that evening, had pushed her all the way. Annie felt as if she had nothing to live for, nothing to hold her head up for. The girl groaned, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the window as they turned onto the main road and sped back to the farm.
"Good, hot pussy, man, good and hot mouth. Ain't too many broads like you around. You're gonna have one hell of a fine vacation here," Bobby said, gripping the wheel tightly.
Vacation? Here? Was he crazy? He had nearly turned her into a piece of meat with his vile sexuality. She was going to hide herself again for several days, recuperate, then call her mother. She didn't think what her damned Uncle Fred thought. If he wanted to he'd learn the truth. She'd tell him, tell him everything about his awful son and...but of course she wouldn't say anything. Annie pushed the tangled hair from her eyes, staring at the slowly passing countryside, at the way the full moon silvered the rolling hills and groves of trees lining the road. She wasn't going to say anything, go anywhere. As awful as it might have been, Bobby and his friends had touched something inside her, deep inside, perhaps something that would have been better off left alone. But there it was now, glaring at her, grinning at her, and the young girl simply couldn't ignore it...at least not with Bobby so close to her. She should get away, run for her honor. But instead Annie sat there quietly, staring at the peaceful country scene, smiling weakly at her own perversity as the car roared through the night.
"Ohhhh," she sighed.
Where would it end? How could she explain it? She couldn't. That was some comfort. Annie felt herself flowing with an odd stream, one she simply couldn't fight. There was something reassuring about that feeling of being overwhelmed, a feeling of relief from guilt.
She settled back in the seat, closing her eyes. There would be no more conversations with God, no more struggling with her conscience. She would finish up her vacation here, perhaps extend it. This night had pushed her over the edge, had revealed to her what she was capable of. In spite of the pain, in spite of the degradation, Annie wanted more-more of Bobby, of Jack, of what they all had to offer.
Annie shivered at the thought, then hunched down into her sweater. Yes, she thought with a smile, its going to be a long, wonderful summer vacation, more wonderful than my mother could have ever thought possible!
