Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
Ginger Hathaway-the heroine of RAPED COUSIN IN BONDAGE-is an unwilling victim of a suburban subculture. Caught up in a covert world she never dreamed existed, Ginger struggles to free herself-until she comes to understand the ultimate value of her new experience.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Billy, what's wrong with you?"
Ginger Hathaway backed away from her cousin, one hand stretched behind her. She put her other hand up to her cheek; the young teen could still feel the sting of Billy's hand. He had slapped her, slapped her hard without provocation. Hot tears welled in her eyes as she looked about for some path of escape. Billy stood between her and the door, rocking back and forth on his heels while a sneering smile distorted his ruggedly handsome face.
"Been watchin' you, Ginger, and I gotta fuck you!" he said, rubbing his stiffening cock with one hand. "Gonna snap your body in two with my prick, baby!"
"No! You-you stay away! You're crazy, Billy! You don't know what you're doing!"
Ginger was really afraid now. Her cousin had always been a bit strange. She had seen some of his girlfriends-the way they came up to him and let him rub his hands all over their asses. It had made Ginger feel very embarrassed and ill-at-ease. Then Billy would turn and catch her staring at him. That look! The way his eyes bored into hers at those moments made her shiver.
"I sure know what I'm doing. But you, baby, you're fuckin' confused. Gonna take care of that now!"
Billy knocked over a small table in his rush for the girl. Ginger screamed, drawing both hands back and nearly upending herself by banging into a chair. She shrank away, avoiding his grasp. No one was at home. She was alone with this maniac!
"Come here, baby, come here and lemme show you what a hot time you been missin'! "
Billy was crouched now, both hands spread on either side of his body, blocking her escape. He was grinning at her evilly, his massive chest rising and falling. For just an instant, Ginger felt as if she were being pursued by a hound of hell. Billy laughed softly, his eyes narrowing, the black pools glittering with excitement. He was an animal in pursuit of her, wanting to crush her as badly as he wanted to fuck her.
"You're crazy, Billy! I'll scream if you touch me again."
The slap had taken her by surprise. All Ginger had done was remark coolly about one of his girlfriends. Billy had stiffened, risen from the chair and slapped her hard. The force of that blow had nearly knocked her from the couch. Stunned, Ginger had quickly regained her senses when she felt her blouse being ripped from her shoulders.
"Crazy, huh? We're gonna see just how crazy I am when I poke you, bitch! You're gonna be beggin' for cockmeat after I fuck around with you. Yeah!"
Billy wiped his mouth with the back of one hand.
"When I get through with you, you're gonna be on your hands and knees beggin' for it!" Billy lunged forward again, one hand grabbing her waist. Ginger let out a scream, struggling in his grasp like a helpless bird. He wouldn't let her go, no matter how loudly she shrieked or how hard she fought him. She felt one hand wrapping itself tightly around her opening mouth, pushing her lips against her front teeth. Ginger winced in pain, feeling her mouth forced open from the pressure. "No!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah, been thinkin' about how good you'd feel rubbin' up and down against my cock. Now I'm gonna find out for myself."
Fucked! She was going to get fucked-and against her will! Her own cousin was going to rape her here, right here in her aunt's living room. The world spun around. They moved backward, her feet striking the coffee table, the sofa. Suddenly, Ginger felt her head twisted and pressed against the wall.
"Nooooo!"
Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. Ginger felt his hand pressing even harder against her lips, stifling her screams. He was moving his crotch against her ass. Ginger's eyes widened, her knees banging hard against the wall until they felt black and blue. His booted toes pressed against the backs of her ankles as he continued to dry-fuck her.
"What an ass, man! What an ass! Yeah, wouldn't mind stickin' this ol' cock up thereshovin' it up your shitter and watchin' you freak!"
"No!"
Billy laughed, moving his hand down from her waist and gathering up the loose-fitting material of her skirt. Ginger let out a gasp against the hand covering her mouth. He was feeling her ass now, rubbing his hot fingers over her panties. He had gathered the skirt around her waist, his hands sliding around the elastic leg bands. Ginger knew he was only seconds away from touching her ass and pussy.
"Stop it, Billy!"
He was trying to pull down her panties! This was terrible! Ginger tried fighting back, clenching her fingers into fists and knocking them backward against Billy. But he was too muscular, too big to notice her pathetic attempts at escape. He had torn the waistband of her skirt, loosening it around her hips. In a moment, Ginger felt it sliding down around her knees, falling on the floor around her sandaled feet.
"No!"
He drew her back an inch or two, then slammed the girl hard against the wall. The resulting blow stunned Ginger, crushing her cheek against the plaster. Now he was pulling her away from the wall, heading her back toward the sofa.
"You're gonna take a good look at this mother, baby!"
Billy reached down and opened his fly. Ginger heard the sound of his zipper and felt her blood freeze. He was going to expose himself right there in front of her! She was helpless with terror and despair.
"No!"
"Fight me and I'm gonna piss inside you too. You don't want that, do you, baby? You don't want to have piss all over your cunt, right?"
Reaching up, Billy grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it around and around. Excruciating pain shot through her scalp and into her brain as he yanked on her long blonde hair. Ginger cried out, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt her knees give way. The pain was terrible. No one had ever caused her this much agony before. He was shoving her down onto the couch now. She fell forward on her hands and knees. Billy followed closely behind, pulling on her hair, saying all sorts of filthy things. w
"Down, baby!"
Twisting her hair around, he slapped her hard against the back of her head. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Ginger found herself on her back now, her cousin kneeling in front of her. She tried to get up, digging her elbows in the soft cushions, but Billy shoved her back down.
Then he pulled his t-shirt off his chest. Ginger saw the rivulets of sweat trickling down around his brown nipples and into his navel. Seeing him like that-aroused, big, brutal, handsome-Ginger felt a strange kind of sensation tickling around her pussy. It was the same kind of heated tingle that she had felt time and again while thinking about boys, lately.
"No, don't Billy! What if your parents come home now and find us?" '
"They'll have to wait their turn."
"No, don't do this to me!"
Again, Ginger curled her fingers into tight little balls, beating them like feathers against his chest. But Billy slapped away her hands, reaching down and shoving his pants down to his knees.
"Oh!"
Ginger stopped battling, for an instant, overwhelmed by the size of the cock bobbing up in front of her. It was huge, mammoth, larger by far than anything she had ever seen in those dumb sex education books at school. Choke a horse. The phrase came to her as she lay there, watching that long, thick, veined prickshaft jerking up and down. This hadn't been the way Ginger thought she would finally have a man take her. Filled with romantic ideas, the girl had fantasized about her husband or even a lover fucking her. But this? "No!"
Ginger tried screaming again. But Billy reached forward, his hand clamping even more tightly over her mouth. He ignored her twisting and cries, shoving her head back hard into the pillow. Ginger's mind rioted wildly as she thought about girls who had been raped then killed. Perhaps her cousin was like that! She had to stay alive. That was the one important thing. She would worry about everything else afterward. Right now, she had to keep quiet, let him take his pleasure. Then she would think about what to do. Ginger managed to stop herself screaming.
"That's better!"
Billy bent down, whispering those terrible things into her ear about being fucked and how much she was going to like it.
"Yeah, I'm gonna give you somethin' nice and hard. You're gonna love what I give you. You're gonna thank me, baby, really thank me for pluggin' you."
He was twisting her around once more, rolling her over until her buttocks were end-up. She thought about what he had said about fucking her in the ass, and a new fear rushed through her. Assfucking! But still Ginger managed to keep her emotions under control.
One of his hands still remained tangled in her hair, keeping her close to the couch so that she could hardly breathe. Then Ginger felt him moving around, shifting his position. He grabbed her ass with his thumb and right forefinger. Pinching her hard, he twisted his hand around and around until she squealed.
"Good to know you're alive."
"Uhhhhhhh."
"
If only her aunt would come home soon from the movies! Ginger tried pulling her hair back, twisting her head around so she could see the clock. Impossible. Billy had her trapped. He kept pinching her again and again, pulling down her panties finally, and exposing her ass-cheeks.
Ginger let out a squeal of horror. Stripped! He had pulled down her panties to her knees. For the first time in her life, Ginger knew a man was staring at her naked ass! And what was he doing? She felt him moving around again, his knees sliding between hers and pushing them apart. In a moment, the girl could feel his breath pumping against her ass-cheeks. His tongue! He was licking her ass-cheeks in long, upsweeping movements, his moustache tickling her flesh. There! He slipped his tongue into her asscrack, moving it up, up until he was touching her shitter!
Ginger flushed beet red, turning her head and burying her face in the pillow. She was too mortified to scream, too shamed to make a move. Her cousin was licking her ass-actually touching it with his mouth and tongue! And what was even worse was that the tingling had turned into a much warmer, urgent feeling, making her cunt muscles tighten and quiver. That tongue! The way he was lapping it up and down her ass while keeping her asscrack spread with both thumbs made her oh, so hot!
"Huhhhhhhh!"
"Gettin' there, eh, baby? You're startin' to feel alive when I touch you, eh? Yeah, that's the way, move it, move that fuckin' body around!"
He rolled on top of her, shoving her legs apart with his knees. The idea of what he was trying to do sickened her, making her shudder with revulsion. Fucked in the ass, or in the cunt, doggie style. It was the ultimate degradation for a woman, she thought. She could feel the hot hardness of his cock now against her ass-cheeks, slipping around on the saliva. He was trying to work his cock into her pussy. Fucked from behind! They would be like two dogs in the gutter!
"Huhhhhhhh!"
He held her by the hips now, his fingers digging into her flesh. Ginger felt her flesh bruising under her cousin's cruel hold. She whimpered, her ass bobbing in the air, her tits jiggling in her bra. Billy was reaching around now, pulling her jersey up from her waist and gathering the polyester material around her head. In a moment, he had slipped it off and he tossed it onto the floor. Ginger sobbed again as he bent down and licked his tongue over her ass-cheeks. Shamed. Shamed right there in front of her cousin. Confused, angry, Ginger clawed helplessly at the sofa material.
Billy was moving his hand around now, running his fingers excitedly over her body. Shuddering, Ginger drew her legs together and tucked her ass under. The move only made her cousin laugh. Glancing up, the teen caught sight of the shadow of his hand. It was raised high in the air. The girl shivered, realizing he was going to hit her once again.
"Yaghghhhhh!"
A dull smacking sound preceded the rush of hot sharp pain racing through her ass-cheeks. Again, her cousin spanked her, his fingers reddening her jiggling white buttocks.
"Gettin' that ol' hot ass a little warmer for me," Billy grunted.
"No, no!"
Ginger wept stinging, salty tears as Billy continued to hit her. There were times when his fingers stayed against her ass-cheeks for a moment, the tips lingering around her shitter or her cunt. Ginger moaned, pushing her forehead hard against the armrest of the couch while her knees remained clamped tightly together. Whenever she tried tucking her ass away, Billy tugged her back into that horrid position, smacking her even harder for her "disobedience."
"No, uhhhh!"
Billy threw himself on top of her now, hunkering down like a savage dog. Ginger felt him trying to force her thighs farther apart. She fought with every bit of strength she had, feeling the hot, disgusting jabs of his thick cock. There were times when he nearly pushed his prick in. Ginger screamed, shaking her body, nearly tossing the big stud off her back. It was then that Billy growled, twisting his fingers more tightly in her hair, pulling out strands by the fistful. Ginger howled, jerking her head back, her mouth twisted open in pain.
"Yaghghghhghhhhhhh!"
"Goddamned little slut! You don't know what the fuck you want," Billy snarled, hitting her against the back of her skull with his hand. "But once I stick this mother in you, you won't be able to stop!"
"Stop! Stop!"
Ginger squirmed and writhed, trying to pull away from the tearing pain. But the more she struggled, the more agonizing her ordeal was. And always Billy's fat cock was pushing into the special, private junction between her thighs. The only thing that kept him from fucking her right now was the way she was moving her ass around.
"Uh, no, Billy! Don't fuck me! Oh God, don't do that to me!"
Billy snarled out a laugh.
"Well, well, the little girl knows how to say 'fuck,' eh? Thought that was too dirty a word for you. Must be gettin' mighty warm down there."
Ginger let out a gasp, feeling Billy's fingers straying back to her pussy. This time, they were smoothing up and down her outer cunt lips, smearing them with the juices that had begun flowing from her pussy. Only now did the blonde teen realize just how wet she was down there! And the touch of his fingers! In spite of herself, Ginger couldn't help but feel a rush of hot excitement making her flesh break out into goose pimples.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
"Bitch! Goddamned little hot slut. And tryin' to make me think you were such a little prim miss. You ain't nothin' but a whore!"
"No, no, that's not true!"
The words stung her pride. Ginger wanted to tell him she didn't know why she was acting the way she was. But Billy was kneading her buttocks now, rubbing her ass-cheeks together while still fingering her pussy. She whimpered, shaking the tears from her eyes.
"Poor little bitch," he said mockingly. "You oughtta be all smiles. See? You're gonna get that ol' itch scratched, and by one hell of a prick to boot! Ain't many gals get a gift like that from Billy."
"Uhhhhh-"
Billy reached forward, pulling away the last shred of clothing from her body. Ginger felt her bra strap stretching back and the cups pressing into her tits. There was a tearing, popping sound. Then her tits rolled out, swinging free and nearly touching the couch. And then Billy's right hand jammed between her thighs, rubbing his cock and her pussy at the same time. Ginger let out a gasp, shaking her head, realizing she was only moments from having her cherry ripped to shreds by this maniac.
"Ohhhhhh, Pm a virgin, Billy. Don't do this, don't please!"
Ginger hoped that last bit of information would stop her cousin. But he only laughed at her again, pinching her right inner thigh, pulling with his fingers until the teen saw stars. He was going to fuck her, and fuck her brutally. And there was nothing she could do about it.
CHAPTER TWO
Billy was squeezing the round globes of her ass-cheeks now, digging his fingers into the flesh. He squeezed hard, his jagged fingernails leaving long red marks on her skin. Ginger let out a gasp, then shouted, hoping against hope someone would hear them outside.
"Shut your mouth, bitch! You're gonna be fucked. And believe me, this is probably the best thing that's going to happen to you."
To emphasize what was going to happen to her, Billy moved his hand down and curled his fingers around her cunt hair. He pulled down savagely, tearing strands from her blonde bush. The hot, rushing agony made Ginger's brain spin. The girl was hysterical with fear. No one around here was going to help. She was completely at her cousin's mercy. Sick with disgust, the teen felt her mind snap when Billy's hands began sliding up to her tits. When she felt his fingers gripping her tit-globes, pinching her nipples, Ginger let out a scream.
Billy fought back by slapping her hard across the ass, then bringing his hands down against the back of her head once again. He moved his hands down, teasing her cringing flesh. He painfully kneaded the white flesh and pulled her soft inner thighs roughly between his fingers.
Ginger, terrified of yet more pain, managed only to whimper in anguish. The sound made Billy yank her a bit farther down onto the couch. How he loved rubbing her ass-cheeks, squeezing them even harder than he had squeezed her thighs. She felt his fingers digging deeper than ever into her flesh. Ginger ground her belly solidly against the sofa, trying to move her cunt away from the man's searching fingers. If her father were here, Billy would have hell to pay!
"I'm gonna fuck you real soon, baby. You're gonna feel this cock spreadin' you open!"
Ginger's pulse was racing. Fucked. Raped! He was going to rape her right here on her aunt's favorite couch!
"Animal! Oh God, you animal! Don't do this! Please, don't!"
"Virgin, eh? Ain't gonna bloody my cock even for that thrill!"
Billy was driving his hand into her pussy. She could feel his fingers skewering her, spreading her open. Ginger felt a shame that made her cheeks redden even more. He was inside her now, touching her cuntal walls, feeling her where she thought only one or two men in her life would ever feel her!
He twisted his fingers around as if they were a screwdriver, feeling her all over. Then she felt his fingertips touching her cherry!
Billy grunted with approval, pulling his fingers back a bit, then sliding them forward and pushing them hard against her cherry. Ginger felt a resulting pain that made her mind go blank. She jerked forward, her mouth twisting open once more.
"Aaagh! Oh, it hurts! Oh God, you're hurting me!"
"That's the whole fuckin' point, bitch!"
Ginger let out another cry. It was excruciating, pure agony! The teen shivered as if touched by a live electric wire. The fingers inside tore through her cherry, ripping it to one side.
"Yeah, man, sweet little Ginger. OV Ginger-snap was tellin' the truth. You ain't gonna die," he sneered, looking down at the sniveling teen.
"You-you animal! Oh God, God, what've you done to me?"
Billy only laughed at the question, wiping his fingers on the sofa, then slipping them back into her cunt. Ginger's body jerked and convulsed in a wild attempt to wrench itself from his probing finger. Her flat belly ground against the sagging sofa cushions. She tried to escape the invading fingers once more. And all the while, her ass-cheeks clenched together, jerking high in the air.
"No, man, you're gonna get fucked and fucked hard. Christ, you're gonna be real tight when I stick my cock in you!"
Billy wormed his finger in deeper, meeting continued resistance as her cuntal walls clenched tight around the invading digit.
"Yeah, good, man, good-that's the way I dig it."
Ginger twisted around again, feeling the juices flowing faster from her pussy. Billy slid his thumb up around her clit, sliding the flat end of it up and down, up and down over the stiff fuck button. The girl groaned, pushing her hands in front of her and burying her face in the pillow once more.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
"Now you just shut up," Billy whispered in her ear, jamming three fingers in her near-virgin pussy and twisting them around and around.
Ginger could feel his nails cutting into her cuntwalls. The feeling, to her surprise, wasn't all that disagreeable.
"Just shut the fuck up and maybe you'll enjoy this like I am!"
Billy moved his fingers from her cunt, curling them and gripping the inner curves of her ass-cheeks. She could feel her ass-cheeks spreading apart, her ass-hole stretching. A draft made her shitter lips tense from the cold. She pulled her knees farther apart, digging them into the resilient sofa cushions. Her stiff nipples scratched teasingly against the brocade sofa material while strands of her long blonde hair hung over her eyes.
"Yeah, move that ass!"
Billy tugged her ass-cheeks a bit wider apart, keeping them spread while rubbing his thumbs up and down over her inner cunt lips. The movement of his fingers made her overheated cunt lube more and more. A puff of air escaped from her pussy, making the teen's cousin laugh at her high state of excitement.
"Blowin' farts outta your pussy. Man, if that ain't gettin' hot and high, I don't know what is."
"Oh, ohhhhh!"
Billy wasn't waiting any longer. He was twisting her hair like a wild man, ignoring her shrieks of pain and her pleas for mercy. Ginger thrashed wildly against the couch, feeling his blunt-nosed prick jabbing blindly at her pussy. Her cousin was right up against her now, his legs pressing against the backs of hers. Ginger felt his hand looping around her tummy, hitching her up, angling her ass high in the air.
"Yaghghghhghhhhh!"
With one powerful forward lunge, Billy shoved his cock in. He buried his cock to the hilt, his balls slapping wetly against the girl's ass.
"Oh! Oh!"
He was tearing her in two, ripping her apart as if she were a thin piece of paper! Ginger felt as if she were being skewered all the way up to her heart. The giant pole of cockmeat had lodged itself inside her, taking over as if it were some horrid wild animal. Ginger held her breath until her eyes swam. It was so weird, so terribly strange having something that big and hard inside her.
"Ohhh, yeah, that's good! Man, thought you were hot enough to take me all at once."
"No, ohhhhhh no!"
Ginger felt her cunt muscles cramping painfully, cinching down on the thrusting cock. She grimaced, wrinkles forming on her forehead while her pulse leaped in her throat. Turning her head to one side, she pressed one cheek against the pillow, her ass still riding high in the air. Billy was smoothing his hands along her boyish hips then moving his fingers up to her pillowed tits. In a moment, the teen felt his hands rubbing up against her tits, pinching the nipples, rolling them around between his thumbs and forefingers. And through it all, his cock was inside her, thrusting, plunging, nudging up against her cunt walls.
"Ohhhhh, no, no!"
It was hard for her to believe that her body could hold so much cockmeat.
Billy was relishing his triumph, his fucking of his cousin. He moved his hands back to her ass, smoothing his fingers over her hips then slapping her ass-cheeks again, hard. Ginger let out a grunt, her body shaking under the violent blow.
"Yeah, I can feel your pussy workin' up against my cock, baby. You dig it, dig havin' your cunt split right up the middle with my prick, right? Man, you fuckin' little lyin' whore-you can't have enough cockmeat!"
He stopped for a second, trying to worm a finger into her shitter. When Ginger let out a whooping yelp and started crawling madly for the other end of the couch Billy stopped and pulled the offending digit out.
"Okay, baby, later on that one. But don't think I'm gonna miss fuckin' that hole."
The words meant nothing to the girl now. All she cared about was the fat thing in her pussy. And now he was starting to move it. She could feel the tight-fitting outer cockskin forcing through her cunt, brushing up against her clit. It was making the tiny sex organ stand up again. Ginger sighed, rubbing her chin against the couch cushion. She writhed deliciously under the big stud on top of her, agonizing and yet delighting in the pressure of the hot, searing sensations racing through her cunt. "Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Ginger flexed her crotch muscles tightly together, trying to force out the intruder. But it was obvious there would be no possibility of getting rid of that cock. Her cousin was hooking his fingers around her hipbones now, bringing her ass up to his lower belly while fucking down deep and hard. In a moment, Ginger felt her cuntwalls clutching at the fat, long, ten-inch invader.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, God, God!" Ginger gasped, her words lost in the material of the sofa.
Billy was slowly pulling his prick out. It was so weird, feeling her itchy cuntal walls shrinking back together behind the retracting cock-head. Ginger drew her shoulders up around her head while clawing her fingers against the sofa cushions.
"Fuck it out, baby! Come on, move that ass! That's right, move it around so I can feel your pussy better against my prick. Yeahhhhh, just like that," Billy said, rubbing his hands greedily over her ass-cheeks. "You sure know what the hell you're doing, baby, for some fuckin' virgin. You're cock-happy, baby, glad I found that out now."
"No, no, that's not true!" Ginger cried out. "Uh! Uhhhhhhh!"
Billy stopped again, his fingers clawing her sides, leaving long red marks on her flesh. Again, he slipped his hands under her belly and raised her from the sofa.
Ginger whimpered softly, feeling his hot fingers fanning out over the flatness of her belly. Billy's hands kept on crawling up along her tummy, making her wriggle furiously against his fucking cock. Billy stopped, drew his cock out, then worked it back in. The hot, wet, squeezing sensation made the blonde teen gasp in delight once again.
"Ohhh!"
"Like that, baby? like having your cunt stuffed up with my fuckmeat."
"Oh, no, no!"
Billy slapped her hard against the back of the head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling so hard the teen let out a baleful yelp.
"Don't lie to me, bitch! I know what the fuck's goin' on down there. You're practically cummin' your brains out with my roddin' prick.
So don't you try to tell me no different, understand?"
The tearing sounds of hair ripping free of her scalp frightened Ginger.
"Y-y-y-yesssss," the girl sobbed, shaking the tears from her eyes.
"Better."
His hands were down, massaging her nipples once more, squeezing her large tits.
He manipulated his fingers harshly against her rubbery nipples, letting her know he was getting a thrill from touching her tits.
"You were always so fuckin' high and mighty about them tits-paradin' around the dining room, wigglin' them in front of me. Now you know I'm touchin' 'em, pinchin' 'em, havin' a ball. And there ain't no fuckin' thing you can do about it, right, bitch?"
He squeezed the right nipple especially hard at the end of the question, making Ginger gasp from the pain. She had to answer, however, or there would be worse to follow.
"Yes!" she cried, her voice reverberating off the walls surrounding them.
"That's good, baby. You're gettin' the point of all this shit. Keep up the good work and you'll have a good time too."
"Never!" she gasped.
But Billy only laughed at her denial. He began concentrating fully on his fucking, flattening out her ass-cheeks against his groin while pumping his cockmeat into her cunt. In and out, in and out.
The teen shivered under the constant fucking attack of her cousin. She finally felt her mind sinking into a kind of dim red haze, as her cousin lifted her ass yet higher for his fucking.
"Uh, uh, uh!"
He stroked into her more brutally, his balls swinging free and slapping her crotch again and again. His fat cockhead slid back and forth inside her heated fuck-hole, forcing apart her cuntwalls again and again. There were times when Billy purposely rode high, rubbing his cock against her clit. It was those times when Ginger thought she would surely come unglued.
Ginger tossed her head back and forth, feeling her long blonde hair tangling around her throat, splashing over her white-knuckled fingers. It was so wonderful, so overwhelming, having her cousin's cock doing all these wonderful things to her!
"That's the way, Ginger-baby! That's the way, movin' that ass around. Yeahhhh!" Billy sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. "That's the way to make ol' Billy feel real good!"
He had stopped fucking again, letting his cock jerk around inside her without making a move. It was weird, having that thing twisting and shaking against her cuntwalls without Billy doing a thing.
Ginger let out a sigh, feeling her pussy blow out another overheated fart. Billy laughed, slapping her lightly across the ass, then began fucking her once again.
"Ohhhhhhh-"
Ginger gasped, tears running down her cheeks as she felt his cock swell even more. Instinctively, the teen knew he was going to shoot his cum inside her. She felt his cock sliding faster and faster in her, heating her up, nudging hard against her pussy walls.
"Ohhhh, please, Billy, no, no, no!"
The intensity of his fucking was becoming greater. There was no control. He fucked like a man possessed, clutching at her, slapping her, tugging at her hair until she cried out in horror and shame. Yes! Yes! Yes! Ginger thought to herself, the hot, tight feeling in her crotch rising to an incredible peak. She thought she would pass out from the intensity of feeling coming from her clit.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Billy sighed, his hands still flat against the underside of her hips.
He was spreading her thighs farther and farther apart. Her cunt moved down a little lower. Billy grabbed hard and tugged her back up, pounding his cock even faster. The girl knew he was ready to explode. Oh, oh, if only he would hold off until she were ready to cum!
It was only a few seconds before Ginger felt her own climax slam into her.
"Nooooooo!"
It hit her like a freight train. Billy had begun fucking high again, rubbing his cock up against her silky clit. That had been too much for the girl. She went insane with the sensation, twisting around, jerking her body against Billy and then against the couch. She should have been howling in shame and pain. Instead, she yelped with the abandon of a bitch in heat, backing up into her rapist, rubbing her ass-cheeks up and down against his hairy belly while she waited for the final moment, the feeling of his cum spattering against her cuntal walls.
"Baby, this-oh yeahhhhh!"
Billy's fingers clutched at her ass, nearly breaking skin as he shoved down and in as hard as he could.
Ginger felt him holding on tight while hot white squirts of his cum shot into her pussy. Ginger's climax intensified at that sensation. The itchiness of her convulsing cum became an ache, her muscles clamping down again and again on his cum-shooting hunk of prickmeat. The throbbing sensation in her cunt banged into her head, nearly splitting her skull with its intensity. Billy howled like a maniac, holding on tight, filling her cunt with more and more of his jizz.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
In the end, the two collapsed on the couch, his body still pressing into hers as his cock finally stopped making its chugging movements.
"Too good, baby, too good! There ain't no way I'm gonna let somethin' this good get away from me. No way!"
Ginger shivered.
CHAPTER THREE
Ginger lay curled in her bed, her knees drawn tightly to her chin. One tear escaped from her eyes, moistening her long blonde lashes. This was to have been a relaxing vacation. Her mother had told her what a wonderful time she would have on her uncle's farm. Fucked! Raped! Beaten! The fun, such as it was, had all been her cousin's.
"Oh God, God, help me!"
The sound of a car driving up shook the girl from her tormenting thoughts. Pushing her long hair back, Ginger rose from the bed and looked out of the window. Peering down through the lace curtains, she saw her uncle driving his pickup to the door. No! Oh God! They weren't going to leave her alone! "Aunt Helen!"
Ginger raced from her room, her hand steadying herself as she rushed down the curving stairs to the living room. Her aunt was just placing a hat on her head. She turned around and smiled at Ginger. She seemed completely oblivious to the girl's obvious panic.
"Oh, Ginger, I'm so glad to see you're up. I was going to wake you, but I felt you needed your rest."
Aunt Helen glanced up at the wall clock and clicked her tongue.
"Oh dear, we're late, I'm 'fraid."
"Late? Where are you going?" Ginger asked in a panic.
"Oh dear, we just won't make it in time! That frets me so. And you know how your uncle gets when he's late for anything!"
Aunt Helen wasn't listening to her. Ginger dropped her arms in despair, feeling a cold chill of terror rush through her. Looking around, she found no sign of her cousin Billy.
"Don't worry about being left alone here, dear. Billy's just outside working on some equipment in the barn."
"Here?" Ginger replied in a weak voice.
"There, there, I know he can be a little intimidating. But he's really a sweet boy."
The beeping sound of the horn made Aunt Helen's face freeze in disapproval.
"I do wish he'd stop doing that whenever I'm talking. It's so annoying. We're off to a church meeting, dear. We'll be back after ten. Enjoy your rest."
Aunt Helen blew her a kiss before disappearing through the rear door.
Ginger wanted to rush to her aunt, wrap her arms around her and beg her to stay, or at least, let her go to the meeting. Instead, Ginger did nothing, she simply stood there and watched her aunt and uncle drive away. Behind them, a swirl of dust hid the departing pickup truck, and in a moment they were gone, leaving her completely alone. Billy, she knew, had seen his parents drive away. He would approach her now, he would want to rape her again. Desperately, the girl looked around for something to defend herself with. The knives in the drawer! Quickly, Ginger rushed to the cabinet, and pulled open the center drawer. There was a variety of cutting knives lying neatly side by side.
Her lips turned up in a thin smile. Billy wouldn't dare touch her if she threatened him with violence.
Just as Ginger gripped the longest of the cutting knives she heard the distinct heavy sound of his boots over the outside gravel. Ginger pulled the knife from the drawer. There were the sounds of him crossing the porch, then the outer screen door opening. Ginger felt something like triumph when Billy walked into the kitchen and stopped, his eyes on the knife.
"So, you're fuckin' around with shivs, eh? You'd better be careful with that thing. Could get hurt."
He wiped one hand across his forehead, sneering at her as if she had nothing to defend herself with. This wasn't the attitude Ginger had expected to find. It unnerved her.
"Don't touch me, Billy. I won't let you do to me what you did last time."
"Come on, baby, why don't you say the word. You didn't like gettin' fucked last time?" Billy said, sneering at the last words.
He began moving toward her. Ginger tensed, holding the knife away from her and pointing the sharpened tip at her cousin. Billy relaxed again. "No!"
"That's a fuckin' lie. You were so hot you cried when I stuck my cock in."
"No! That's a lie! I didn't! I didn't!" Ginger shouted.
"Come on, Ginger, we're gonna have us some good hot playtime. That's what you want, ain't it? You wanna get some good stiff cockmeat into you. That's gonna make you more cooperative."
"No. You stay away from me!"
Billy began circling the table, curling his fingers, laughing at her with his eyes. She turned slowly keeping the blade always pointed at him.
"You-you-"
Billy's right hand shot out quickly, his fingers clamping down around Ginger's wrist. She screamed, the knife wavering in her hand for a moment, then dropping to the floor.
"Bitch! Trying to stop me with that? I'm gonna teach you a lesson that's gonna make you think twice before fuckin' around with me again!"
"No, owwwwww!"
Billy had her by the wrist, twisting it around until Ginger thought he was going to break her arm. Her knees buckled and she sank to the floor, moaning in pain as Billy's fingers bruised her flesh. Again, she caught sight of the knife, but there was no way she could get hold of it. He knocked her against the kitchen table with one knee, the back of her head striking one of the legs. Billy brought one boot down swiftly into her belly, kicking in hard.
"Ooooooff!"
Ginger let out a whoosh of air, the pain from her belly searing her brain. Doubling over and falling, the young teen rolled onto her tummy. She brought her hands around to her stomach, rubbing the bruised, inflamed area.
"No, stop-oh, not again, not-"
"Yes, again and again and again, 'til you get it right. You're gonna be my fuckin' slave around here, understand? When I say 'fuck!' you're gonna get them legs up and lemme do my thing."
"Never! Never!"
Billy smiled. "We're gonna see 'bout that."
Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of Ginger's hair, pulling on it. The girl yelped, coming back to life quickly. He was dragging her by the hair toward the kitchen door.
Ginger struggled, trying to get back on her feet, but he pulled continually and hard, making that impossible. She slid backward on the tiled floor, her legs kicking out and striking the stove and refrigerator. Behind her, Ginger could hear the screen door opening.
"Outside, slut!"
He dragged her down the porch stairs, her ass-cheeks shivering over the wooden steps and finally striking the graveled courtyard. Pebbles and pieces of stone worked under the leg bands of her panties, brushing up against her ass-hole and cunt.
Ginger let out another howl, her eyes blurring with tears. Billy was pulling her like a half-dead animal toward the barn. The double wooden doors yawned open ominously. She struggled, her sandals slipping from her feet while her shorts ripped under the constant friction with the gravel. Billy said nothing, grunting at times, then finally hauling her into the barn. Only after he had bumped her ass savagely over the doorway did he let go, kicking the doors shut and bolting them.
Ginger lay exhausted on the hay-strewn floor, panting, trying to regain her breath. Her left leg was skinned badly from all the struggling against the gravel. Billy kicked her lightly on the ass, then scooped her from the floor, holding the frightened teen at arm's length.
"Got your first lesson already, baby. You impressed?"
Ginger stared into his dark eyes, feeling as if she were looking into the depths of hell. She said nothing, her body shaking with fear.
"Yeah. You learned. And you're gonna learn a whole hell of a lot more before I'm through with you."
"No, no, please, don't," she said in a small voice.
"Don't have to worry about nothin'. OP Billy's gonna take care of you real good."
"Oh, God, help me!"
Billy guided her forward, holding her by the wrist until they stopped by one of the many unoccupied stalls.
"Come on, baby, come on. We're gonna fuck, and fuck hard!"
"Billy!"
He knocked her down with one blow, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
Ginger cringed, watching as the ominous bulge in his pants grew longer and longer.
Reaching in his pocket, the boy pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapping one out and watching her shiver under his steady, hard gaze.
"This is gonna be lots of fun-just you'n me."
He lit the cigarette, blowing a circle of smoke around Ginger's head. She coughed, turning her head away. The acrid smell of the burning cigarette offended her. Billy shoved the cigarette in his mouth, then reached down and curled his fingers around her white blouse. There was a tearing sound and the sensation of two buttons striking her cheek. The blouse ripped open, hanging like a useless rag on her shoulders.
Immediately, Ginger drew her hands to her tits. It was another useless gesture. Billy knocked her fingers away, tearing her bra open, then stepping back and admiring her full, high-riding tits. In spite of herself, Ginger felt her nipples starting to tingle. She flushed beet-red. Billy saw her nipples growing excited as well, and smiled knowingly.
"Now the shorts. You gonna take 'em off, or am I gonna have to strip 'em?"
Ginger shuddered, sliding her thumbs under her briefs and shoving them down. Billy indicated with a gesture that her panties were to go as well. Wishing she could die, Ginger finished taking off her clothes, laying them down neatly to one side. Billy pulled the cigarette from his mouth slowly, blowing a stream of blue gray smoke into her face. She coughed once more, choking on the stinging air.
"Now, shit flower, we're gonna see just what you like."
Billy was bending down, both knees on her thighs in a moment. His weight felt as if it were crushing her bones. Ginger lay back on the hay, staring up at her sadistic cousin. He had the cigarette down by her left inner thigh now, only two inches above the stretched tendon. The glowing tip was starting to redden her skin. When Ginger started whimpering, Billy reached down and grabbed her wadded panties.
"This'll stop your fuckin' moanin'. "
Shoving the cigarette back in his mouth once more, Billy pushed the panties past Ginger's front teeth, wadding them tightly down in her throat and threatening her with more beating if she tried to take them out. Then he went back to moving the burning tobacco over her flesh, watching as the ashes left a dark pink line on her skin. A little sob slipped past the spit-soaked panty-gag in Ginger's mouth. Her eyes widened as she waited for the inevitable burning pain.
"Nice and red. You know, your cunt's that way when it gets real hot!"
"Ohhhhhhh-"
Ginger's heart pounded. Her ass-cheeks tensed, the crease between her buttocks glistening with sweat. She tensed, waiting for the inevitable shock of pain from the cigarette. He touched the tip of it to her skin.
She shook, her head snapping back. A low growl escaped from her lips. Determined not to let out a sound, Ginger held back the scream. She chewed down on the panties stuffed in her mouth as Billy dragged the cigarette farther and farther up her leg. She could feel the agony now much more as he let the cigarette linger in certain spots. There were times when she thought he would burn a hole right through her leg. Another stifled sob escaped from around the panty gag.
"Oh! Oh!"
He naked legs thrashed against the hay, small pieces of stubble scratching her cunt and ass-hole. Billy pulled the cigarette away from her thighs, took another puff, then let it drop back down to her legs once again. Ginger jumped, her head snapping to one side and her nostrils flaring with the pain. Curling her toes, the young teen moaned. Billy was pleased with her reaction.
"That's good, baby, real good. I dig seein' you twist around like that."
The line of hot, searing pain moved closer and closer to her cunt. With a whispering crackle, the first curly hairs on her pussylips burned. Singeing hair added to the smell of the burning tobacco. Again and again, Ginger hoped she would pass out from the pain. But still she remained conscious, struggling against the burning agony of that trailing cigarette.
"That's good. You really dig this. Most girls are yellin' their heads off. But you like it."
He started humming a country and western song. He removed the burning cigarette from her belly, puffed on it, then dropped it directly between her swelling cunt lips. The shock made her open her mouth and scream into the spit-soaked panties.
"Aaaagh!"
The cords stood out on her neck. Struggling upward, Ginger beat her fists against Billy's hand, trying to knock the cigarette from his fingers. He laughed at her move, holding the hot butt away from her for a while, then bringing it down to her pussy once again. This time, Billy knocked his hand hard against her chin, sending the teen crashing back to the floor.
The agonizing touch of the smoldering tobacco against her cunt brought Ginger around. Screams and moans escaped from her gagged mouth while her arms beat savagely in all directions. With a tearing pain in her throat, her breath went out. No, no, she could no longer stand the pain! Please, God, please, let me die now! she thought, as the juices from her pussy began putting out the fire. In a moment, the cinders were hard and black, extinguished by the teen's own juices.
Billy looked down in surprise, then smiled. "Man, you're hot, baby. You put this out with your fuckin' cunt-juice."
He brought one hand down to her pussy, rubbing his knuckles heavily over her cunt. In spite of the pain, Ginger responded to the touch, her knees jerking up, then flopping back down to the floor.
"Yeah, real hot, hot enough to burn up this cigarette, I bet."
Ginger lay back limp, sobbing. She lay there as Billy threw the cigarette away, straddling her body.
"And all that shit with the knives. You dig that, huh? You thought you were gonna carve me up for dinner or somethin', huh?"
He reached down, grabbing her chin between one thumb and forefinger. Ginger winced, feeling the pressure turn into savage pain. For a moment, the girl thought he was going to shatter her jawbone just with those long, thick fingers of his.
"No!"
"Yeah, just party-play," he snarled, throwing her back to the floor. "I'm gonna show you somethin' about party-play. You don't try nothin' like that 'less I let you."
Billy bent down, grabbing Ginger by the arm, and hauled her to a standing position. The young teen swayed from side to side, fighting for balance. Billy led her from the stall, deeper into the bowels of the large, cavernous barn. Ginger stumbled, her tits slapping together while juice continued to run in tiny rivers from her pussy. She was so ashamed, stumbling around like this, stark naked, dragged about by her cousin.
CHAPTER FOUR
'This-this is crazy!"
Billy had pulled the gag from her mouth before draping her over a saddle bench. It was something like a sawhorse, several nubs driven into the main A-frame assembly where saddles were once hung. He told her gruffly to spread her legs and bring her toes up against its wooden legs. It was then he produced two lengths of half-inch line, bending down and looping one of them around her right ankle and the saddle horse leg.
"No, baby, just fun."
Billy finished cinching the rope around one ankle, then moved to the other, securing the line with a double figure-eight knot.
Ginger pushed herself up, twisting her head and looking down her long white thighs. The ropes were pinching her flesh, making her wince. Billy reached up and shoved her back down between the shoulders. Ginger draped over the horse once more, her long hair brushing across the floor.
"Gotta get more rope."
Billy pulled out more line from a nearby shelf and strode back to the frightened girl. He pulled her right arm down to the floor. Ginger whimpered, feeling the rope around her wrists, securing them against the wood. In a moment, the young girl had been pinioned, her body tied hand and foot to the saddle horse.
"Now, gonna see just how much you dig knives, especially when they're used on you."
Ginger gasped. "What do you mean?"
She looked up at her cousin. Billy only laughed again, reaching around and pulling out a black-handled knife. At the touch of a button, the blade swung out with a click. Ginger stared wildly at the knife, her knees knocking against the wooden horse legs. Her flesh began to crawl and the skin between her asscrease shivered.
"No, Billy, oh I swear, I was just going to protect myself by scaring you, that's all," Ginger stammered.
"Yeah, sure. What the fuck you think I am, some moron or something?"
"No, Billy, please, don't-"
Bending over, he ran the point of the knife along the back of her right leg. Ginger let out another cry, her toes curling.
"Yeah, you do that real nice. Just like all the other things you do," Billy said, slapping her ass lightly, then pressing the flat of the blade against her ass-cheeks.
Ginger arched her spine, biting down on her lower lip. He was moving the knife up and down, leaving small red marks with the tip wherever he pushed it. Ginger groaned, trying to inch away from the touch of the blade. At any moment, she thought, Billy would turn it to one side and slice her open. And when he touched her ass-hole with the point, she thought her sphincters would fail.
"Please, put the knife away, Billy. Please, don't do this to me!"
The farm stud licked his lips as he watched her pussy shivering in front of him.
"Ain't doin' nothin' like that."
"What are you going to do?"
Ginger twisted, her body restrained by the ropes holding her prisoner.
"You're gonna do as I say, baby. And right now, from where I stand, you ain't got much of a choice to do anything but that."
"Billy-"
Ginger moved as much as she could, twisting her wrists about to get blood back in her hand. The ropes had been tied too tightly for proper circulation. But she could see Billy wasn't about to loosen them. He was in another world, licking his lips, watching her like some kind of demon while he toyed with her pussy.
"Billy-"
The knife had been drawn away. Ginger shook with complete terror. Not daring to look back at her cousin, she saw his reflection in an old cracked mirror that had been left leaning against the stall. She tried closing her eyes, but it was impossible. More juice rolled from her cunt, the warm cream filling the folds around her clit.
Billy let out a long whooshing sigh, staring at the firm, round swell of her smooth ass-cheeks. The quivering in her sphincters made the smooth white ass-globes tremble. They tightened and relaxed, a movement Billy appreciated very much.
"Yeah, bitch, move that ass-just like you did when you fucked your brains out the other day."
"Oh, no, you raped me! You raped me!" Ginger shouted, her fingers clawing at the wood.
"Right, fuckin' bitch liar!"
Ginger wanted to sink out of sight. She wanted to disappear. But all she could do was bend over, her hot, sticky cunt crack exposed to her cousin. She could almost feel his eyes fucking her as he moved his fingers along the outer curves of her ass-cheeks. Then the knife was back, the flat of the blade rubbing up against her ass-cheeks a second time. Ginger sucked in a short, sharp breath and held it. Her legs trembled again, her ass-hole winking open and shut. The young teen closed her eyes in total shame.
"You dig it, baby? You like havin' your pussy scratched this way."
"No, no!"
Ginger shook as if she were having a fit. The tip of the knife slid cross-ways over her right ass-cheek, the sharp blade nearly cutting into her flesh. The arc it followed went from the outside, then up toward her tits, then slowly down to the sensitive spot where her ass met her thigh. Billy purposely increased pressure when the blade neared her thigh. Ginger again thought he was going to cut her open.
"That's a good girl, Ginger. You're gonna have a lotta this for a long time."
"No!"
Ginger felt her cunt wink shut, sucking in air. It was opening and closing in uncontrollable spasms as the knife traced the outer line of her cunt lips.
Ginger bit her lower lip, her face twisting into a mask of terrible concentration. The blade toyed with her, drew close to her clit, then down her thighs once again. There were moments when Billy twisted the knife around, pricking her outer cunt lips with it, and watched as her ass bounced up and down. It was then Ginger went hysterical, twisting against the ropes, trying to break free of the restraints. Her tits flattened against the wood, rubbing painfully up and down while Billy kept the awful blade up against her body.
"Uhhhhhhh-"
"Come on, baby, move on up and love that feelin'. You're gonna dig it."
"No, no, never!"
The blade pulled away a third time. Ginger shuddered, then relaxed completely, leaning heavily against the horse. For a moment, she thought Billy was through with her. But movement behind her told the girl otherwise.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
The knife! It was back again, pressing up against her pussy. It was kind of shocking chill that froze her blood. The flat of the blade pressed against her wet cunt-slit from her clit to the lower junction of her pussylips. Ginger's pussy clamped shut on the hard cold blade, the sharp edges of the blade slitting her labia.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ginger wanted to die. She could feel her cunt lips stretching, then snapping shut on the steel. Tiny cuts appeared along her labia. Billy laughed as he watched her reaction, carefully rocking the knife down, pressing the tip harder against her clit. Ginger cried out. The pressure on her half-erect cum center shocked the breath from her. She arched her spine, twisting her wrists and ankles against the restraining rope.
"Yeah, you slut. You're a fuckin' whore, you know that? This whole family's fucked up. And man, you're the prize of 'em all."
"No, no!"
The continual touch of the blade sent streamers of incredible delight through her. Slowly, she found herself succumbing to the tiny slits she was getting on her labia. The stinging cunt juice dribbling across the little wounds made her clit swell. Ginger discovered a hotter, more intense lust flowing out from her crotch.
"Move it, baby, that's it, move it around, move it for ol' Billy."
"Uhhhhhhh-"
Ginger couldn't help moving her ass the way he was telling her to. Her pulse raced, her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst. Opening her eyes, Ginger saw Billy hovering over her. He had dropped his pants, and now he stroked his long, thick cock, watching her pussy. She could see the movements of his right arm while he slid the knife up and down her body.
"Ohhhhhh!"
He touched her clit again with the knife, sending more Shockwaves exploding through her cunt. And now the tip of the knife threatened to pierce her clit folds.
"Yeah, baby, that feels real good, right? You dig havin' that knife movin' around your pussy and ass-"
"No, no, no!"
Her cunt lips were on fire. The constant seepage of her cunt fluid across and into the tiny cuts was like salt rubbed into whip stripes.
"Beg for it, baby. Come on, beg for it, beg for my cock!"
"Never, never!"
Ginger could hardly speak. Her voice was almost inaudible. All she could do was pant heavily, her throat was so tight from all the fear and excitement. She thought about that knife, about how it could really hurt her. And the notion made her cunt juice flow even faster. Something was responding in her, something that was very positive. She wagged her ass again. But this time there was something lewd in the movement. Billy saw it and laughed at her.
"Oh yeah, yeah, good nice ass. Gonna plug that ass-hole!"
"Stop it, Billy, you don't want to do this to me, please!"
Ginger couldn't keep her hips from moving around. She was clutching at the saddle horse as if he were her lover. And there was her cousin, dragging the tip of the blade back. He was stinging a groove down to the edge of her cuntal mouth. She sighed, gulping lungfuls of air. But the fear of having her pussy slashed by that awful knife still hovered over her.
Billy-don't do this!"
And yet she was shoving her hips out at her cousin, offering him more of her ass while still twisting helplessly against the restraining rope. She could feel the tip of the knife slip around the rim of her cunt, then up to the puckered ring of her shitter. With a sudden flash of terror Ginger wailed, jerking her body back and forth, nearly upending the saddle horse.
"Hey, baby, ain't gonna carve out your guts, if that's what's worrying you. Just playin', " Billy said, pressing the flat of the blade against her shitterlips and rubbing it up and down.
Ginger thought she would lose control of her bowels at the touch. It was horrible!
"Uhhhhhh-"
She felt a hard spasm in her ass-hole that made her cunt unclench. The air inside her overheated cunt-hole blew out. A cuntal fart! Billy had made fun of her about that before.
She shot a quick look into the mirror. Billy still was stroking his long prick, oblivious to her noisy cunt-hole. "Uhhhhhh-"
Ginger knew she was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for that prick. She could feel her cunt-hole tightening for it. The muscles were raw and itchy, spasming while more and more juice seeped out, dotting her pussy-hairs with fluid.
Billy was panting now, still jacking his cock. His fist moved on the cum-slippery cock faster and faster. Ginger could hear the slick clicking of his fingers over the tight-fitting cockskin. How she wanted to feel it jabbing into her, spreading her open, scratching all those itches he was creating.
"Uhhhhhh-"
The cuts were like tiny fires in the flesh of her most sensitive zones. The entire area was on fire with heat and the stinging pain. She could feel the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cunt-juice. Even in the faded mirror, her body glistened. Rivers ran from her armpits, leaving shiny, snake-like trace on the sides of her tits. Billy looked up and saw Ginger watching in the mirror.
"Man, and you tell me you don't like it.
Fuck, you dig watchin' it in mirrors too, eh?"
She squirmed uneasily, dropping her eyes.
"Too late, baby. You've seen it, man, and you like what you see!"
Ginger knew he was going to fuck her now. His breathing was unsteady and the knife was rubbing up across the tops of her ass-cheeks in a frenzy. After a bit, she heard a dull thud of something heavy against the floor. Billy had dropped the knife and was thrusting blindly against her cunt lips. He was going to fuck her, and fuck her hard. The salty drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock set her clit on fire. It burned like acid, but it was a pleasant burning.
Ginger rolled her hips upward as much as she could, curling her toes until they cramped. There was a moment's pause. Then Billy shoved in, burying his cockhead in the wet, rich mess of her pussy.
"Oooooooooh!"
Ginger wasn't even trying to hide her obvious delight in this fuck. It felt as if his thrusting would tear the knife-pricked skin of her cunt away and jam it all into her. Ginger gasped, staring at the image of the two of them in the mirror. He was holding her now, mounting her the way one dog mounts another. Ginger shoved up to ease the penetration. Her cunt walls hurt and itched and spasmed delightfully all at the same time. Billy leaned forward a little more, putting both hands on her hips. "Uhhhhhhh-"
His long, thick cock slipped into her cunt-hole like a greased finger. Ginger let out another yelp as the muscles spasmed her fuck-hole shut, cinching the walls against the invading cock.
"Ohhhhhh, no, no, no!"
"Beg for it, bitch. Come on, beg for it!" Billy shouted, striking her across the back of the head, then slapping her ass with both hands. The blows nearly knocked the girl over the horse. Only the restraints chafing her wrist and ankles flesh pink kept her from pitching over.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck-"
His fingers moved around, digging into her tits and kneading them. Ginger felt an aching heat explode in them, telegraphing more lust into her tortured cunt.
"Uh! Uh!"
Even though she was crying out for more, Ginger felt hatred for the young stud whose cock slid deeper into her cunt. The doggie position made her feel degraded, like a bitch.
"Ohhhhh-"
He was on her like an animal. He had roped her in this obscene position and then made her fuck him. Any decent woman, Ginger thought, would die rather than let this happen.
"Fuck-oh God, fuck me!"
Ginger hunched back against her cousin as hard as she could. The full length of his thick cock was in her cunt-hole now, stretching into her belly. The girl felt his prickhead move around inside her. No! no! she thought to herself, trying for the last time to fight down the feeling. But she felt her cunt-hole, clenching, tightening, getting ready for the big cum.
"Yeah, man, yeah-"
Billy closed his eyes, driving his cock harder and harder into her hole. At times, he draped himself completely over the teen, biting her neck and nearly breaking the skin with his large square front teeth.
Ginger sobbed. The bruising fingers on her nipples made every ounce of her big, heavy tits ache. She wished he would tear the aroused tit-tips off. That would stop the heat they sent racing to her pussy.
"Uhhhhhhhh-"
More! Ginger wanted more! She rotated her ass around once more, perspiration blinding her.
She raised herself as much as she could from the horse, the constant swiveling of her ass continuing. There was no way she could escape the feelings of pain and wonder burning into her body.
"Fuck it out, bitch, fuck it out!" Billy would fuck her into oblivion, then fuck her again. Oh, what a night this was going to be!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Stop, ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck-" Ginger's sweat-slicked body twisted against the ropes while Billy's belly slapped against her ass. She felt the wiry hairs of his cockbush against her ass-hole, stimulating the nerves there. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass drove her crazy. Ginger shoved back against the pounding cock like an animal, her ass swiveling and weaving. "Uhhhhhh-"
Billy was clawing at her sensitive tit tips. Ginger cursed and slavered, her head rolling as the swelling, spinning knot of tension began sweeping over her. She drove her shoulders forward, rutting, feeling her head exploding while her cunt grew hotter and hotter. She felt her big-tipped tits rubbing up against Billy's callused palms. She loved the twisting, scratching pain in her nipples. It was as if hot fire ran through all her nerves. Ginger imagined her pussy growing so hard, so hot and so tight that it would snap off her cousin's cock. That would teach him. That would show him he couldn't break her that way.
"Fuck it out, bitch, fuck it out, you goddamned little whore! Yeah, that way!"
Crazed with hate and lust, the girl jerked her body again, wanting to grind off the prick from her cousin's crotch. The soft firmness of her ass tensed, her asscrack grabbing at his cockhairs. The pile driving thrusts of the stud's body and the bucking agony of Ginger's body made the saddle horse scrape and creak. The girl thought she heard something in her shoulder pop. She didn't care. There was only the incredible way Billy was fucking her, the way he was sending her up the wall with those fuckthrusts while the ropes held her bound.
Ginger growled, a low, harsh noise that ripped at her throat. Soon, very soon, the whirling knot of lust in her crotch was going to explode. She hated and loved that excitement. She hated the cock and hands that hurt her, and the young stud who rode her with those vicious fuckthrusts. Ginger let out another howl, throwing her head from side to side and striking her forehead against the wooden supports.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Ride with it, baby, come on, ride with it and cum with me!"
Billy was grunting now, slapping her sweaty ass-cheeks and sending droplets of perspiration arching into the air. He grabbed them and pulled viciously at her ass, nearly tearing her ass-hole open.
Ginger loved it, loved it all. She tried to hold off. The immense blast furnace of sexual heat in her cunt grew more and more. She could hear that slick sound of Billy's cock squeezing into her fuck-hole.
"Uhuhhhhhhh-"
The teen knew her clit was hard, as hard as the cockshaft itself. The tension in her cunt built more and more, until clamping tighter was impossible. "Oh, ohhhhhh-"
"Yeah, baby, work it on out, come on, work it, slut!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"
Ginger was a wild woman. The tension in her belly flared, rippling through her muscles. Ginger knew his cock was ready to go off now. Billy was hitting her harder. But the girl felt only pleasure. Even the hard slapping of his blows was thrilling as she rutted wildly under him.
"Huhrhhrhrhhrhrhrr!"
Billy howled, his back arching, his hands slapping her wildly across the ass. The pounding beat of his thrusts slowed down for an instant, then they resumed, harder and faster than before. His breathing filled the room while his knees pounded the girl again and again. Ginger heard him grunting. She readied herself.
"Now, you dumb bitch! Gonna drive this cock into you right now!"
"Aaaagh!"
There was a furious, savage jab. His cockhead banged against her cunt. Ginger felt the blunt point bouncing off her pussywalls, slip back, then shove back in once more. She held on, waiting for the first sensation of his jizz splashing into her. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Billy gripped her hard. An explosion rocked through the girl, sending her nearly crashing to the floor. He was cumming, shooting hard.
Ginger gasped, blowing out the breath she had held. Her cuntal walls crashed in, gripping his hard, firing fuck-rod.
The first massive fuckjolt shattered the girl entirely. Her hips swiveled about while she heard herself screaming. Each climax was harder, more intense than the last. The skin around her pussy and ass-hole was on fire. It was overwhelming. After each shivering throbbing of her cuntal walls, the ripples left an echo which lasted until the next internal explosion. Ginger sobbed, knowing that the spurting, gut-spraying prick-shaft was attached to her sadistic cousin.
"Oh! Ooooooh!"
Ginger exploded and collapsed, sobbing in defeat.
As reality began to return, she was terribly aware of her awkward, bound position. The ropes hurt her more than ever and she wondered when her cousin would tire and let her go.
"Good, good fuckin', Man, cleaned me out!" Billy said, shaking himself and patting
Ginger on the ass.
"Love that ass, man! Could plug that ass-hole in a sec. Bet you never thought about a guy doin' that eh? Shovin' his meat right up the ol' ass-hole? "
Ginger was half in a daze, lying draped over the saddle horse. The wooden top beam was starting to cut into her belly. Her wrists and ankles throbbed terribly, and the tiny cuts in her cunt lips were pulsing. She wanted him to let her go. She wanted Billy to untie the bonds and let her leave the barn. Instead, he strutted around, reaching down and gathering her hair in one hand. He tugged her face up against his crotch, rubbing her nose up against his ball sac. Ginger made a face, smelling the hot, pungent aroma of a man's crotch.
Billy laughed at her surprise and obvious displeasure. Her nose flattened against his left thigh while her lips rubbed up and down over his prick. She had heard about men who liked women taking their thing in their mouths and sucking. Ginger wondered if Billy was going to have her do that.
"You know, the old lady ain't gonna be back for a while. They dig those church shit things," Billy said, turning something over in his mind.
"I think I'll have you suck me up hard. That's what I want, a good suck job.
Twisting her hair around again, yanking it hard until Ginger let out a sharp yelp, Billy kept rubbing her face against his groin. The hairs tickled her nostrils.
Ginger sneezed then coughed, feeling the hot, rubbery cockflesh sliding over her lower lip. She tried turning her head away, but each time she tried shrinking away from Billy's cock, the young stud hurt her more. He pulled out more and more hair, kneeing her, slapping her ass. In the end, he threatened her once more with the knife.
Surrendering, Ginger opened her mouth and shut her eyes. She would block this from her mind. It would be like eating a wiener, sucking on a lollipop.
"Better! You sure take a long time to learn, but when you do, man, you're the star pupil," Billy laughed, turning around and shoving his cockmeat into her mouth.
Ginger had to raise her head and twist it to the right in order to take the full length of his soft cock. At first she thought it wasn't too bad. Her jaws hurt a little from stretching open so wide, but the soft roll of warm cockmeat resting on her tongue didn't seem so threatening.
Then Billy told her to move her tongue back and forth, massaging the sensitive underside. She did the best she could, her cheeks puffing out. It was some seconds later when Ginger realized he was getting hard. The fat prick was growing thicker and longer, forcing her jawbones farther and farther apart.
"Oh!"
Ginger felt beads of perspiration gathering on her forehead. Billy was growing hard, her sucking and tonguing apparently arousing him once more. His hands cupped her head, his fingers pressing her head hard against his crotch. Vainly, the teen tried pulling her mouth off the thickening fuck-rod.
Billy drew his knees together, bending them for more power. Hunkering power, just like he had done when he fucked her from behind, doggie style. He was throating her now, shoving his hard, hot prick all the way in.
When Ginger felt his cockhead rubbing up against her tonsils and blocking her air passages, she panicked. The girl cried out again and again, feeling the oxygen being blocked from her lungs. She grew frantic, her eyes widening, her wrists twisting savagely in the harsh bonds.
Billy reluctantly drew back, letting his cockhead rest on her writhing lower lip. He smoothed his fingers around her mouth, stretching her lips like rubber bands around his cock.
"Man, there ain't nothin' like watchin' a woman give a good blowjob. You ain't been around dudes much, maybe, but, man, you got one hell of a trained mouth, bitch," Billy commented.
Ginger spat out his prick, twisting her head around and spitting onto the floor. The flavor of his cum made her swallow, his jizz coated her mouth and throat. Billy stood in front of her, his prick long and hard as a steel rod.
"Got somethin' better for you than all this shit. Come on."
Billy reached around and loosened the bonds holding her wrists and ankles to the saddle horse. Ginger sighed in disbelief, feeling her circulation return. She slowly rose from her bent-over position, her lower back aching. Dizzy from the change in attitude, Ginger nearly fell to the ground. Billy held her up, rubbing his hands around her thighs.
"Good and strong, man. Our whole family's that way. Bet you could do anything, baby, and I mean anything."
Ginger rolled her eyes, feeling a tremor shudder through her soul.
He moved her in front of him, directing her to the front. Billy slapped her on the ass, then shoved her forward harshly between her shoulder blades. Ginger stumbled ahead, her feet scraping painfully over the barn floor. They moved to the front where Billy told her to halt.
"Come on, we're gonna see you in action, baby, real action!"
An old black leather harness rested on a long peg driven into the wall. Billy took it down, fingering the well-worn leather, then smiled up at Ginger.
"Here. Try it on for size. Dad ain't used this since we gave up plowin' with horses a long time ago. Keeps it around for a souvenir, kind of. Bet he'd fuckin' die if he knew what I was doin' with it."
Billy threw the harness around Ginger's head without warning. She backed away, the heavy leather tugging at her shoulders. Reaching up, the girl tried to push it off. Billy did nothing stop her, watching as she became entangled in all the straps and buckles.
"Oh, oh!"
It was like becoming entangled in some horrid large spider web. The more she fought to get out of the harness, the more firmly the leather straps seemed to hold her. In the end, she gave up, looking hopelessly at her cousin.
Billy shook his head, then moved up to her, fitting the collar around her neck, then drawing back two long black leather straps along her sides. It was the kind of hauling harness used years ago by milk farmers and other ranchers who used animals for hard labor. There were straps all over-some that fitted around her throat and neck, drawing back to another loop Billy snugged around her waist. Some adjustments had to be made. In the end, Ginger had been fitted out like a young mare to be trotted out to do spring plowing.
"Billy. No. No, this is it-"
She wanted to say "crazy." But the whole scene had been insane.
"Okay, outside."
Ginger stumbled through the door, cringing at the way the leather harness hurt her shoulders and waist. Billy moved her several feet away from the barn. The gravel pinched and bit at her bare feet.
Wincing, Ginger turned around, hoping against hope her cousin would have tired of this horrid game. Instead, she found him pulling what appeared to be a small cart from around the side of the barn.
"Used to put seeds and shit in this a long time ago. Guess we're gonna have another use for it."
Two long shafts projected from the front. Attached to the rear were two large rubber wheels, the treads of which had rotted away a long time ago. Taking two of the straps dangling from Ginger's harness, Billy attached them to the wood, then turned the girl around so she was facing the house.
"Now, you pull me along, baby. Come on, pull me along like a good horse."
He had to be crazy! He had her trussed in this outfit, attached to the cart, and now he wanted her to play this game with him?
Ginger felt the straps jiggling. Billy was getting into the cart, jacking his cock while dangling his long legs over the front edge. When she didn't move, the girl felt a foot kick her hard in the ass. Stumbling forward, Ginger pulled the cart a few feet with a jerk.
"Hey! Take it easy. I know you wanna get goin' on this. But if you knock me over, man, I'm gonna beat the snot outta you!"
Ginger swallowed down her hate and fear, straining and starting to pull the cart over the graveled courtyard. The strain of the leather straps against her shoulders increased, forcing the restraints to cut into her flesh. She leaned forward, grinding her teeth together. She struggled against the pulling weight, grunting as perspiration began sheening her body.
Twice, she slipped, nearly falling to her knees. Billy knocked his feet against her ass then, threatening her with savage curses. Straightening herself, Ginger continued to pull him forward.
"Okay, back to the barn!"
Groaning, Ginger changed direction, stretching her arms in front of her as if that would somehow ease the pulling weight. Her sides and lower back began to hurt her now as she hauled the cart in a broad circle, turning back to the barn. Her breath came with difficulty as the leather straps pressed into her tits. She shook the perspiration from her face, clawing at the air in front of her as if she could grab onto something that would help her.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Ginger fell, her knees scraping over the gravel painfully. The front of the cart dropped suddenly, nearly sending Billy spilling from it. He cursed, bracing his body with one foot and kicking Ginger in the ass with the other. She could feel his toes stiffening, bruising her ass-flesh. How she loathed him! How she wanted to scratch out his eyes. And all she could do was catch her breath and rise from the dirt once again.
"Oh, Billy, I can't!"
He struck her savagely across the back of .her head with his fist, sending blue and white stars exploding in front of her eyes.
Ginger shook off the pain, struggling once more and starting her long haul. The wheels turned, grinding over the gravel as she kept pulling her cousin in a circle.
"Okay, back to the house!"
Ginger stopped, heaving a long sigh. He was going to do this until she dropped. Why even bother playing along? There would be nothing except exhaustion and pain in the end. She might as well accept her punishment now, whatever that would be.
"No! I won't!"
Ginger tensed. She expected a savage rain of blows, kicks that would send her reeling into the dirt. Instead, all she heard was silence.
"Okay, baby, you been doin' a good job. Guess you're a might tired, eh? Gotta take care of that. You can't be tired out here, not with your ol' cousin wantin' to fuck you all the time."
"Billy"
Billy climbed out of the cart, pushing his fingers through his black hair and staring at her with amusement. He ran his fingers along the leather straps, tugging at them, making Ginger wince.
At any moment, the girl expected a blow. Instead, Billy moved around and unhitched the cart, leading her back to the barn by the bridle.
Ginger followed, shuffling her feet through the gravel and feeling blisters starting to pop out already. When they returned back to the barn, her cousin closed the door. More! Oh God, he was going to do more to her! As if the bridle and harness weren't enough, he was going to humiliate and hurt her more!
"Billy, please, oh God in heaven, don't hurt me any more!"
Billy said nothing, carefully removing the harness and tossing it back on the hook in the wall.
"Over here!"
Ginger wanted to say no. Instead, she found herself following him meekly, her head lowered, her arms at her side.
CHAPTER SIX
"Uhhhh-oh, they hurt, Billy, they hurt!"
Ginger shook the long hair from her eyes, looking from outstretched arm to outstretched arm.
Billy had taken her to the rear of the barn. There, he made her stand quietly while he threw a length of inch-thick line over an overhead beam. Ginger watched as he dug out a pair of leather cuffs from an old cabinet tucked in one of the abandoned horse stalls. Clamps on the ends made it easy for him to attach them to the line. Securing the overhead rope temporarily around a winch-type device, Billy slipped the leather around Ginger's wrists, moving the straps an inch or two above the chafe marks.
Ginger watched, tears gathering once more in her eyes as he walked to the winch and removed the rope. His cock still stood out straight as an arrow, bobbing up and down with each move he took. Gripping the rope, he pulled down.
In a second, Ginger felt her arms shoot up over her head. The small, lean muscles in her arms stretched as Billy kept tugging down at the rope. In a moment, she felt the straps tightening around her wrists, stretching, then finally hauling her feet from the floor.
Ginger was hanging from the rope, her feet swinging in a circle. Letting her head fall back, the girl looked up, staring at the rope, at the ceiling where bats fluttered nervously. One nearly swooped into her face. Ginger shook her head, feeling her hair splashing around her throat and shoulders. How her arms and shoulders were aching.
"That's real good, baby. Gotta make you understand I don't give a shit how tired you are out there," Billy said, pulling what appeared to be a cat-o'-nine-tails from that wooden cabinet.
"Wh-where did you get that?"
It was medieval! Where on earth had he brought all these things?
"Made it-in shop class. Lots of guys fuck around. The teacher don't give a shit what we do most of the times as long as we don't bug 'im. That's fair. So I put this thing together along with the other crap. Nice, eh?"
A sneering smile snaked across his lips as he held the weapon to her face. Ginger closed her eyes and turned away, feeling her heart constrict with fear.
Ginger tried to overcome her horror, putting every ounce of her remaining effort into being calm. Billy was walking around her. His voice came from one side, then the other. She felt his hands pulling at her, smoothing around her thighs, pinching her ass-cheeks. Oh, oh, why was she always so excited when her cousin did that to her? She hated herself for that, hated herself for letting him arouse her this way. She could still feel the tugging of that cart against her shoulders, and now hanging from the ceiling was aggravating the discomfort. But still her cunt winked shut, the walls seeping more moisture as Billy ran the backs of his fingers over her pussy. "Aaaaaah!"
Her reverie was broken by a savage blow across her ass-cheeks. Ginger kicked her legs out while her eyes rounded and her nostrils flared. The dry, smacking sound of the black leather against her flesh mixed with her wailing cry.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
She shuddered, drawing her knees together and folding one thigh over the other, protecting her cunt. There was no guessing what he would do now. She gagged, shaking her head as she watched Billy's hand draw back. In a moment, it swung forward, the myriad of black leather straps stretching out like tentacles, ready to suck pain from her young body.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The crop bit into her lower belly, the smacking blow sending pain throughout her body.
Ginger thought for a moment she would surely pass out. Throwing her head back, the teen let out a scream that ripped her throat. Her legs kicked out again while her body bobbed obscenely on the hanging rope. Her tits slapped together.
She stared at her cousin, her mouth still opened wide. He stood there, his cock in one hand, the crop in the other. She grunted, panic and horror showing in her sweat-stained face.
"Now you're gettin' to understand. My daddy always told me that was the only way to get a good horse to listen-whip 'im once or twice. Then he's gonna do just what you tell 'im. Guess that goes for you. Sure hope it does, for your sake. Don't wanna get strung up at all the time, do you?"
Ginger hung there, horrified, watching Billy slowly move to a position behind her. She twisted her head around, watching nervously, expecting that awful blow at any time. The leather straps on her wrists were starting to cut into her flesh.
"Aaaaagh!"
He lashed out against the soft spots behind her knees. Ginger hadn't expected that blow. She let out a cry, kicking her legs forward and bobbing up and down even harder. That movement hurt her terribly. She cried out, tears running down her flushed cheeks.
In a second, he was in front of her once more, bringing the leather across the tops of her tits, and finally her chin. Ginger screamed. Was he bent on scarring her for life? A blow snapped her head to one side, hard, making her feel incredible pain around her neck and shoulders.
"No, no, no!"
"Don't tell me no, bitch!"
The crop came down yet again, this time, the leather biting into her hard nipples.
Ginger yelped, her body jerking and bouncing and twisting violently on the groaning rope. She thought he had ripped her tit tips from the surrounding flesh. She snapped her legs up, the knees nearly touching her jiggling tits. She ground her teeth together, hating her cousin more and more.
"Yeah, that's it, that's real good. Bouncin' your ass that way."
"Aaaah!"
The beating crop came down again, slashing across both nipples.
Ginger squealed sharply, her eyes nearly starting from her head. How her tits throbbed and ached! More tears stained her face. The blonde teen thought she had screamed and cried herself dry, but each new stinging blow, each new attack, brought more and more cries of agony from the girl. The pulled-flat muscles of her belly tensed and quivered as she sucked in a deep breath, waiting for the new horrid blow to fall.
"Yeah, nice!"
Billy smiled at her. He smacked his lips, rubbing his cock, then dropping his hands to his sides. Cocking his arm back once more, he brought the leather down hard across her lower belly. Billy slashed a broad X, the red marks crisscrossing just below her navel.
Ginger let out a long groan, drawing her legs up once more. The vulnerable muscles under her belly contracted in a wild spasm of agony. She curled her back until her ass-cheeks spread widely apart. Something popped again in her shoulder. Oh, oh, oh, this was going to kill her! Surely it would kill her!
"Aaaaaah!"
Billy struck the crop against her knee, then brought it down once more over the tops of her feet.
Ginger let out another shriek, jerking from left to right. She was swaying like a pendulum, her body puling and jerking and bouncing against the rope. How her wrists hurt! The leather thongs were pulling and cutting into her flesh. Her feet stretched out, slamming against one another, then jerking out at both sides.
Billy moved around, always certain where to bring the leather crop down to cause her the most pain. Ginger kicked her legs out again when she felt the whip slam down hard against her ass-hole. Oh, oh, the force of those hot, stinging blows! They made her feel as if he had yanked out a handful of her assguts!
Billy concentrated, on her ass now, beating the crop again and again over her ass-cheeks. There were times when Ginger thought surely he would tear the flesh from her thighs. But still he hit her, grunting, puffing with the effort. She dangled helplessly, the leather cuffs slicing into her wrists. Her fingertips were growing numb.
"Aaaagh!"
Billy brought the crop across her back, letting the leather sting the sensitive area between her shoulder blades. Ginger jerked forward, throwing her neck muscles into spasms as she moved violently. She heard Billy whistling as he worked hard at injuring her.
"Ohhhhhh, no, no more, no more!"
Ginger thought of stories of people having the flesh flayed from them while still alive. The blazing agony in her ass made her believe the same was happening to her. Stripes appeared on her ass where the crop cut into her. Billy had lost all reason, it seemed. The only thing he cared about was beating that crop into her, watching her twist and jerk on the ropes and cry for mercy.
"No, no, don't-have mercy on me, Billy! Oh God, I'm your own cousin!"
"Don't make a fuckin' bit 'a difference to me, bitch!"
The stripes across her lower back hurt her terribly. The ends of her hair dragged along the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks. She felt so vulnerable.
And still the leather smacked against her sweaty-damp flesh, making the girl wonder if she had any skin left. She swung out again on the rope when her cousin slashed a particularly hard blow against her. The thwacking sound mixed with her hoarse shrieks.
In total despair, Ginger let herself dangle to the floor, her head hanging back. Her ass-cheeks relaxed, opening. It was the moment Billy had been waiting for. Swinging the crop up, he brought it down again, tearing right through the narrow valley between her ass mounds and stinging the wrinkled pink flesh of her shitter.
Ginger thought she would go mad with agony. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't scream. The pain shot to her brain, nearly blowing off the top of her head. Again, Billy brought the crop down, stinging her shitter. She could feel her assbud snapping shut as she thrashed like a mad woman on the rope. "Oh! Oh!"
Never, never had Ginger thought someone could suffer this kind of agony and remain sane. Jerking convulsively, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat, Ginger swung from side to side.
Another sharp attack of the crop against her ass did something different. The incredible pain of the assault on her ass-hole sent her cunt into spasms. It was an involuntary reaction, one that took the girl by surprise as the delicious pre-orgasmic spasm mixed with the throbbing pain in her shitter.
"Yeah, twist around on it, slut, twist around on it!"
Billy's laughter sounded mad. He was jamming the end of the crop up against the stretched ring of her shitter now, screwing it clockwise, trying to jam it in her ass-hole.
Ginger let out a sharp cry, her knees jerking up and apart toward her hanging tits. She howled and yelled, snapping her head from one side to the other. Oh, oh, it felt as if he were tearing her body in two! The dull throbbing ache soon turned into something far more concentrated and intense when Billy jammed at least one inch up her shitter. Ginger remembered what he said about fucking her in the ass. She had thought then he was just talking. But now with him toying with her shit-chute, the young teen feared the worst!
"No, not there-oh, my God, Jesus in heaven, not there!"
The muscles in her arms knotted as Ginger tried climbing the rope overhead. Her nails broke against the hemp as Billy screwed yet another two inches of the crop into her ass-hole.
She began panting heavily, her chest rising and falling while her tits rolled up against one another. Oh, oh, he would tear something in there, she knew it!
"Dig havin' somethin' up your ass-hole, baby? It's real good takin' it all the way, ain't it? Makes you feel real warm and full inside."
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ginger shut her eyes in rage and disgust. Fucked in the ass-and by that hideous instrument! She felt herself whirling around and around. The abused ring of her ass muscle felt as if it were being torn loose and driven up into her belly.
She clawed upward again, her muscles tensing so much they hurt. A strange kind of fire started around the injured rim of her ass-hole as he started moving the crop in and out. Yes, he was fucking her, slipping that thing in an inch or two, then twisting it around and around and pulling out at the same time. It was worse than fucking. Her ass-hole wasn't loosening up. Each time Billy screwed the leather handle into her shitter, Ginger felt her belly tense until it ached.
"Oooooh!"
Billy snapped the crop in suddenly, wanting to jam the full length of the handle into the girl's shitter.
Ginger screamed, managing to tighten her muscles enough to prevent him. The force of his shove pushed her body out forty-five degrees, her shitter bracing itself against the stiff, long riding crop handle. Billy liked her show, twisting the handle around and around, keeping her out at an angle as the teen screamed and screamed and screamed!
"Enough!"
Relenting, he jerked the crop out from her ass-hole with a sucking pop, letting Ginger swing back and forth. Each swing pulled at her arms and shoulders more. Ginger was certain she would never feel a thing in her fingers again. The leather thongs around her wrists had surely separated her nerve endings.
"Now, now for the fun part, baby. You ain't seen nothin' yet 'til you've had this whanger shoved up your ass."
"No, no!"
Raped, roped, forced to parade around with that harness, then strung up and beaten! And now-and now he had every intention of fucking her in the ass with that prick of death! Ginger kicked back, twisting and bobbing obscenely on the ropes.
"No, Billy, no, you'll hurt me with that thing. Oh God, please, don't do it! Do anything else, but don't put it-there!"
The more she pleaded, she more determined Billy was to fuck her blue. He pulled a small crate behind her, giving him more fucking leverage.
She could hear her cousin panting behind her. In a moment his fingers were gripping her hips, hooked around her hipbones. The hot brush of his cockhead made the young teen tremble for her safety. She would surely die under this assault.
"Nooooo!"
The flutter in her cunt was still there each time his cockhead slipped up into her asscrack. The girl tried to twist her head around to see what her cousin was doing. When she felt his knees brushing up against the backs of hers, and his prickhead rubbing into her violated ass-hole, Ginger prepared herself for the worst.
"No!"
He beat the leather thongs of the crop twice against her ass, then threw the weapon to the floor.
"Got somethin' better to warm that ass up. Man, you're gonna be smokin' tonight, baby. You ain't gonna have one fuckin' virgin pore in your Goddamned body by the time ol' Billy boy gets through with you."
Ginger gritted her teeth as the stabbing cockhead rubbed up against her shitterlips. There was a pause, then the definite steady pressure of his cockhead against her ass-hole.
She could feel the pressure increase, the small muscles guarding her shit-chute starting to tense, then relax as Billy rubbed them with his thumbs. Her legs spasmed, the muscles tensing, ridging against her thigh flesh. She curies her toes, feeling the pressure in her ass becoming more and more extreme.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Take it, slut! Go on, take my cock. You're gonna feel me rubbin' right up against you, baby, stickin' all the way in your ass!"
"No!"
Ginger thrashed wildly, screaming louder and louder. Nothing would stop him. Nothing would keep his cock from ramming its way in. He dug his dirty fingernails into her thighs for more support.
"Uhhhhh-oooooh!"
Billy eased the pressure against her ass-hole for an instant, then pushed in once more. like a huge baseball bat, his cock drove in.
Ginger opened her mouth, screaming at the top of her voice. It was far worse than having that awful riding riding crop shoved up her stutter. The muscles all around her ass-hole felt as if they were tearing.
The girl bucked forward, strangled gagging sounds coming from her mouth. No, no, no, he was killing her! He was tearing her apart, and there was nothing she could do about it! The rope overhead starting groaning as her jerky movements tugged harder as the strained hemp.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Billy let go of her hips. She felt his hand reaching up to her tits, squeezing the nipples, rolling them around like peas. She squirmed, moving her ass back toward the hairy belly rubbing against her ass.
'That's it, baby, that's it! Hey, man, the little bitch digs gettin' butt-fucked!"
Ginger only wanted to bring him off as quickly as she could. Once soft, Billy's prick wouldn't pose a threat to her body. Wriggling, letting the tears flow from her eyes, Ginger sobbed and resigned herself to being fucked in this most degrading way.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ginger felt his cock screwing deeper and deeper into her ass. At times she jerked her knees up, spreading them apart in an attempt to make his entry easier.
Billy jabbed his cock in cruelly, enjoying the fact he was splitting her wide open. Ginger felt the pain of his slow fuck reaching higher and higher in her ass. Her belly tightened, spasming as the young stud slipped more of his ten-inch killer in her shithole.
"Uhhhhh-oh, Billy, no, no!"
Ginger felt the fat cockhead slipping up into her body, spreading her ass-hole until she thought something was tearing down there.
"Oh, man, this is great. Almost better 'n fuckin' you in the pussy, bitch. Yeah, you're real tight and hot down here!"
Ginger cried out, snapping her head from right to left. Billy was rubbing his belly up against her ass-cheeks, indicating he had nearly buried all his prickmeat into her shitter. Ginger opened her mouth once more. She could hardly believe it! He had fucked her, fucked her all the way with that horrible thing. She had been able to take it!
The girl closed her eyes, trying to imagine just what it must look like-her hanging there from the barn ceiling, her hands roped together while her cousin was standing behind her, feeding her his cockmeat. Just the thought of it sent hot, shivery ripples of delight racing through her cunt. Ginger couldn't help herself, but she wished that fat prick were in her pussy now. Oh yes, yes, there, there, and not in her ass, splitting her apart.
"Uhhhhhhh-"
Billy gripped her hard again, slowly easing back. Ginger's arms and legs spasmed, jerking out. Billy was grunting, biting the sore spot on her neck where he had bitten her before. The reverse tugging was like a big sucking mouth pulling at her guts. The vulgar, outward stretching of her ass-hole made her worry she might be shitting or something, while he was fucking her.
Ginger bit down on her lower lip. She shoved her ass back at him, seeking some relief from the obscene sucking in her ass-hole.
"Want more, eh? You don't want me pullin' out and leavin' you high and dry?"
Ginger shook her head, grinding her teeth as the prick kept its outward sliding movement. She could feel her body contracting, fitting back together behind the retreating fat prickhead. Ginger yelped, her legs kicking out again while spasms raced through her pussy, ricocheting up to her ass-hole and making the sphincters contract.
Billy grunted, slapping her ass and telling her to relax. Ginger ground her teeth again, trying desperately to make her ass muscles grow flaccid once more. The spasm was hurting her. And then Billy reached around, tweaking her clit, tugging at the blonde cunt-hairs now so very wet with her juices. The brutal move did the trick.
Another powerful spasm shot through her like a cannonball, the resulting chilly heat relaxing her muscles. "Uhhhhhhhh!"
Billy was all the way in now. Ginger could feel his wiry cockhairs tickling the stretched outer rim of her ass-hole. His fat balls pillowed up against her ass-cheeks. His hands traced her swollen outer labia, then moved up to her tits. Fucked, fucked all the way up the ass!
Her arms ached from the strain of being pulled continually by the heavy rope overhead. Only Billy's hard, heavy fucking prevented her from feeling the full pain of her awkward position.
"Uhhhhhh!"
He was doing it, achieving a regular fucking movement now. Slowly at first, then with increasing stabbing length and speed, Billy started fucking Ginger's ass-hole. Her body shivered on the rope with each forward fuck-thrust, gasps of air escaping from her mouth at each jolt. In and out. In and out. Soon the sliding of his prick as it moved deeper in her guts sent more of those delightful shivery thrills racing through her. It was like having a steady, growing load of iron-hard heat in her ass.
"Man, oh man, this is real fuckin', babe. Man, you're one hell of a hot bitch!"
Billy bit her ear, pumping his cock faster and faster. There were times when Ginger thought he would fall from the crate. She heard his feet slipping around, felt his hot, pumping breath against the back of her neck.
"Ohhhhh-"
How that strange fullness in her shitter excited her!
His cock seemed to be going deeper and deeper. Ginger let out another groan, her cries shuddering deep in her chest. The head of his prick seemed to go up, filling her until she thought it would come out her mouth! Ginger thought her belly would swell to the bursting point.
And still she took his fucking, her body jerking and twitching like a speared fish. In spite of the pain, in spite of the degradation, Ginger knew she had to have that cock up her ass now. As horrible as it might seem, the fucking had triggered some weird need in her. And as his cock sawed hotly tnrough her ass-flesh, spreading her ass-cheeks wider and wider, the drl knew she had to have that ass fucking as much as she had to have air!
Billy shoved forward hard again, sawing back and forth. He increased his cockstrokes in speed until Ginger through her shitter would catch fire from the friction. The ramming length and speed increased, knocking her body more violently back and forth against the rope. Heat was slicing into her stiff little clit.
Ginger ground her thighs backward, wishing there were something in her cunt, something that would ease the hot pressure building around her clit. That emptiness was in its own way more torment than the ropes and beatings she had had to endure.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Ginger couldn't take much more. The cunty feeling was building quickly. She knew she would be climaxing soon, with or without something in her cunt. The leather thongs were chafing her wrists badly now, as perspiration ran down the sides of her face and tits. She grunted with the effort of keeping up with her cousin's fuckstrokes. Billy stopped at times, striking her across the ass, then pinching her ass-flesh until she squeaked. It would only be then that he'd start his fucking again.
"Fuck it out, bitch! Come on, fuck it out, shove that ass back!"
Ginger panted, her mind empty of all thought. She knew she was being ass fucked, fucked hard and fast. Her cunt was reacting so strongly, so wildly. She didn't care any more what was happening in her shitter. The fat, rigid bar of shoving cock in her ass seemed to swell up.
"Nooooo!"
"Yeah, baby, pop it! Come on, pop it out! You know you're gonna cum. Don't hold back on me, you fuckin' slut! Let it out!"
Rutting like a mare in heat, the girl let out a sharp cry the moment Billy shoved two fingers in her cunt. She was so excited she nearly pissed on his hand. He twisted them around, shoving them in until they were knuckle-deep. Her cunt muscles cinched down on the invaders, nearly pulling his fingers out of joint.
Billy laughed, pushing them in deeper, rubbing his callused thumb up against her clit at the same time. Ginger cried out in despair, kicking her legs out and feeling his fat fuckrod slipping into her ass. She hunched her ass back and forth in fast, fluttering strokes, hoping to bring both herself and her cousin off.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Man, thataway, baby. Thataway! Yeah, move that butt, move that ass!"
Billy grunted, ramming his cock deep into her ass. Ginger thought she could feel her skin tearing. She bounced up and down, her wrists hurting wildly now from the constant rubbing of the restraints against her flesh.
"Fuck it out, baby, gonna-uhhhh-gonna cum now!"
There was a moment when Billy stopped again. Then she heard his breathing increase rapidly and catch. He was going to shoot. She knew he was going to shoot! She screamed, her shrill cries mixing with his grunts. She could feel him squirting up her ass. He was cumming inside her, shooting that thick load of jizz up into her bowels.
Ginger let out a wild cry of joy, the thick, spurting masses of jism burning into her with a vengeance. She convulsed, her dangling body bouncing around, jerking against the restraining rope.
"Baby, that's the way. Feedin' my cock up your ass. Can you feel the jizz, bitch."
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Ginger couldn't talk. All words failed her. She could feel herself nearing that second of madness. She was poised, teetering, her clit throbbing and beating like a feverish wound. The tension was awful in her belly. The golden ball of sexual arousal was taking her breath away. The girl let out another cry, wanting that prick to stay in her ass all the time as she came and came and came. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Billy mashed her tits under his fingers, clawing at the nipples while more thick white jizz spurted into her fuck-hole. Ginger felt the whole world crash into her mind. She was cumming, yelping and screaming and twisting while snapping her body back against Billy's. It was a hard, hot cum, one that brought stinging sensations to her clit. She was kicked back, nearly upending the crate her cousin was standing on. Billy remained with her through her violent cum, hunching into the girl, clutching hard at her nipples.
"Yaghghgh!"
The violence her body was doing to itself took her breath away. The climax just wasn't slackening off. The girl kept feeling the wonderful itchy, throbbing aches race through her again and again.
Billy started pulling out right in the middle of her spasms. Ginger went wild, begging him to stay.
"No, no, don't! Oh, Billy, don't do it, don't pull out, please!"
It was incredible! She was actually begging him to keep fucking her in the ass. Now she wanted that cock to stay up her ass-hole until the whole incredible process of her cum was finished.
The withdrawing cock paused for a moment, as if Billy were considering what to do. Then it drew back farther.
Ginger wept. The movement disrupted the smashing rhythm of her orgasm, sending too many signals up her spine. Her overheated brain shattered. She fought wildly to keep the cock up her ass-hole.
"Can't stay here all night, no matter what you fuckin' want," Billy said dryly.
"No, not-uhhhh-not all night. Just-oh more fuck, more fuck-more-uhhhhhhh!"
Billy had made up his mind. While she hung there jerking and convulsing in the middle of her climax, the young stud pulled the wide flare of his cockheat out from her shitter.
Ginger ground her teeth, silently cursing her cousin. Her ass-hole still fluttered, clutching at nothing. Ginger jerked and twitched, kicking her legs around, trying to grind her ass-cheeks against one another to pinch off the still mind-blowing orgasm. How awfully she was behaving, especially in front of her sadistic cousin. But he had touched something in her, pulled some trigger that set her off this way. "Uhhhhh!"
Slowly, Ginger straightened her arms as the teen felt her climax relaxing, growing less and less violent. She blinked away the tears, her clit throbbing less and less.
Now the girl could feel something wet and warm dribbling down the backs of her legs. Billy's cum, oozing from her shitter. She shivered, hunching her shoulders up as much as she could. The hanging weight of her body seemed to pull more painfully at her wrists now. She hoped, twisting her head around, that Billy was through with her.
"Yeah, bitch, that was good, fuckin' good. Ain't had a fuck like that all damned year!"
Ginger felt her toes brushing the floor. Her whole body started sagging. She was relaxing completely now, the tension of the climax having given way to a kind of golden glow. Still, she had wished Billy had kept his cock in longer. She felt deserted, hanging there, empty, cum dripping from her shitter. How nice it would have been to have her cousin still there, his body pressing against hers, his cock up her ass!
"The old lady's gonna be home pretty fuckin' soon. Can't have her and the old man seein' you like this," Billy said.
He stood up on the crate once more, unfastening the thongs strapped to her wrists. Ginger felt them suddenly release her. She tried to stand up. But all she had suffered had taken the strength from her. She crashed to the floor in a crumpled heap, curling into a fetal position as Billy pulled the rope down and stored it back in the cabinet.
"Come on. Can't stay in here all night like some fuckin' dog."
He raised her from the floor, gathering her clothes together and dressed her. Ginger thought at times he was going to fuck her again. She felt his fingers lingering around her cunt. But no, he was apparently concerned about his parents discovering them this way.
Somehow, Ginger managed to get out of the barn on her own. One foot after the other. Sucking in a deep breath, Ginger shuffled up the porch stairs, pushing the hair from her eyes. Behind her, she could hear Billy running.
She turned, stretching out one arm to steady herself against the porch pillar. Billy stood below her, panting, his hands on his hips.
"You don't say word one about this, understand? You do, and I'm gonna make you pay, and in spades, understand?" he said, pointing a warning finger at her.
Ginger shook her head. "No, I won't say anything. I'm as guilty as you. Just leave me alone."
She thought about a shower, about the bed, about the safety of her room. Dragging her shadow upstairs, Ginger thought also about the way Billy had mistreated her and about how she had loved it. The more he threw at her, the more she was able to take. It had been a wild game and she loved playing it.
"God!"
Throwing herself across her bed, Ginger gathered the coverlet in her fingers, pressing one cheek against the mattress.
"My name is Ginger Hathaway. My name is Ginger Hathaway!"
Again and again, the girl repeated this until sleep finally overtook her. It had been a wild day. And for all she knew, there would be many that would follow.
The next day, Ginger walked timidly into the kitchen, hoping she wouldn't find her cousin Billy there. An empty plate and pushed-back chair indicated he had just left.
Aunt Helen was singing softly to herself, washing off several used breakfast dishes in the sink. Bright sunlight streamed in through the half-opened windows, brightening the already cheery kitchen. It all looked so-normal! It was difficult for Ginger to believe the horror she had endured had occurred only a few feet from where she stood.
"Oh, there you are, dear. My, you're sleeping late now. Can't have too much of that, you know. This is a farm, and we rise early," her aunt chided, setting Ginger's place. "But you can be forgiven. Billy says you and he talked a good deal last night about Family. That's good, Family's so important, you know. I've even thought about doing some genealogy on my own. Milk, dear?"
Ginger could hardly concentrate on what her aunt was saying. She ate her meal quietly, feeling like a zombie. It was when her aunt said something about Billy taking her out this evening that Ginger started, putting down her fork and staring at the woman.
"I'm sorry. What, Aunt Helen?"
"Oh, well, dear, he said you two had so much fun the other night he was going to take you out-probably to the movies or something. He wasn't all that specific. But, you know, there's not that much to do out here that's worth mentioning."
"Oh, no, I couldn't impose. He's-I mean, I don't really feel like going out and-"
Ginger's protests were broken by the sound of the screen door squeaking open. It was Billy coming in, his t-shirt soaked with sweat.
Wiping his forehead with the back of one hand, he sauntered over to the sink, never taking his eyes off Ginger. The girl felt as if she were being pinned to the seat and she finished her meal in silence.
"Ginger says she might not feel like going out with you tonight, Billy. That would be a shame."
"Yeah, a real shame."
He put down the water glass with a loud crack. Ginger jumped in her chair at the sound. She knew that was a warning.
"Well, maybe for a little while."
"Why, that's nice, dear. Now you see, just a little persuasion goes a long way." no
"Yeah, that's all she needs. Just a little persuasion." Ginger shuddered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Two trucks rolled along the bumpy back road toward an old deserted Boy Scout camp ten miles from Ginger's aunt's home. Billy had rushed Ginger into his truck and driven off without so much as saying goodbye to his mother. Halfway to the camp, they stopped at a crossroads.
Ginger watched nervously as he blinked his headlights. Almost immediately, a responding flash appeared through heavy bushes at the side of the road. A tall redheaded boy climbed in, scooting behind the wheel and leaving Billy and Ginger to do as they pleased in the back.
Ginger had been right. There was to be more horror, more humiliation in store for her. Her cousin Billy, it appeared, was the leader of a gang of boys living in the area. They all shared his interest in inflicting pain and humiliation on the local female population, and were always on the lookout for new "tail." Those girls who enjoyed their beatings were now boring to them, while others shied away whenever one of them approached.
Ginger was a new piece of ass.
Within moments, she was naked once again, her shorts and halter lying discarded by the back double doors. Billy had forced her into a spread-eagle position, her ass hanging toward the floor, suspended by ropes, fastening her ankles and wrists to the side panels.
The short half-inch line was cutting into her arms and legs once more, drawing moans of agony from the teen. In front of her, Billy toyed with a Coleman lantern, adjusting the flame with one hand while holding the tear-shaped cover with the other.
Ginger rolled her head back, staring into the black windows behind her. The truck lurched as it hit a pothole, making her body twist against the restraining rope. "Uhhhhhh!"
Billy raised his eyes from the flame for an instant, smiling grimly at the tortured girl.
"You don't like hangin' up that way? Too bad."
"Billy, your mother's going to find out about this, and when she does, I don't know what's going to happen to you."
Billy shrugged, toying with the small brass key once more.
"Don't matter much. I'm the only kin she's got 'cept your mom in town. She ain't gonna do nothin' even if she suspects what I'm doin'. Now, we're gonna have us a little action right here in the old truck. Oops!"
Billy's friend hit another pothole, nearly spilling the stud and his Coleman lantern onto the floor. Billy steadied himself by squatting low.
"You cold? It's kinda chilly out there, you know."
Ginger eyed the lantern. She cringed, knowing he had something horrible for her. He was only playing with her, waiting for her to guess it. Then when the horror of what he had in store became apparent, he'd put his plan into action.
As she shuddered, the girl's cunt began to tighten. That awful connection between fear and pleasure and pain was being made more firm with each passing horror Billy visited on her. The more he tormented Ginger, the more she found herself looking forward to the agony.
"I'm not cold. I don't need anything," she said, setting her jaw firmly and waiting for Billy to make the next move.
"No? Bet you are. Can tell. You got them nice goose bumps all over your titty flesh. Makes them nipples right hard, you know?"
Ginger looked down. Billy was right. Her nipples were stiff, standing straight up from the surrounding flesh. And her tits were rising and falling sexily with each heaving, puffing breath she took. Her belly, when it spasmed, made her tits dance and slap softly together.
Billy saw the juice starting to bead up in her cuntal muff once more. He smacked his lips like a hungry wolf, his fingers trembling around the lantern key. The flame was bluish now, flickering in the draft as the truck lurched along the country road.
Ginger sobbed once more as the weight of her body pulled at her arms and legs. She twisted back and forth, trying to ease the strain. Already the ropes had cut into the chafed areas where the leather thongs had cut so deeply the night before. But nothing she could do could ease her plight.
"Now then, we're gonna make sure you don't get a chill tonight."
Ginger swallowed hard, curling her fingers until the nails left creases in her sweaty palms.
He adjusted the flame until it was a bright orange. Slipping the cover over the lantern, Billy pushed it carefully under her ass-cheeks, holding onto the flat base to prevent it from tipping over. Another bump sent Ginger bouncing up and down, her ass almost touching the glass lip of the lantern.
It was like having one hundred hot pins pricking her ass at the same time. Ginger let out a yelp, arching her spine and twisting away from the biting flame. The girl managed to draw her . legs up, tensing her muscles, raising her body up. But the effort hurt her legs and arms terribly. Struggling, Ginger felt her arms and wrists hurting more and more. Slowly, she sank back down, her ass growing closer and closer to the fire.
"No, Billy, no!" she cried breathlessly, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't! You'll burn me with that. No, no, don't hurt me like that!"
He turned the key a fraction of an inch clockwise, increasing the length of the flame. It flattened against the outer curve of her right buttock, licking up toward her jutting hipbone.
"Ouch!"
Wildly, the young blonde jerked her body, snapping up her thighs to get her ass away from the fire.
"No, no, take it away! Oh God, please, Billy, take it away!" Her voice shrilled through the lurching truck.
Billy kept the flame there, moving it back and forth, the fire licking up into her ass-hole, then lapping down her inner thighs. Her cousin laughed softly, watching her reaction to the pain. Yes, she was a good fuck, and an even better victim.
Ginger sobbed as the weight of her body pulled at her muscles. She twisted back and forth, trying to ease the pain, trying to escape the flame. But nothing could be done.
Again, Ginger begged her cousin to loosen the bonds, to take the Coleman lantern away from her. But he only moved it closer to her pussy. She heard something crackling. He was burning her cunt-hairs! Screaming, snapping her body to one side, the young teen managed to jerk her pussy away from the orange flame. "No!"
The ropes pulled at her wrists and ankles as Ginger saved her pussy momentarily from the flame. Billy watched, moving the lantern up a little bit and keeping the tip of the fire nipping at her cunt lips.
"Aaaaah!"
He was singeing her cunt-hairs again, letting the narrow flame lick into her fuck-hole. Ginger cried out, snapping her body from side to side. The only thing preventing her cunt from being burned was the amount of juice flowing from her cunt-hole. Ginger felt it flowing from her pussy, wetting down the hairs, preventing the fire from doing more damage than it already had.
Turning the key clockwise a little more, Billy raised the flame. It began to look like a blowtorch as he moved it around to her ass one more time. Ginger could feel the searing heat on the underside of her right leg now. Oh God, he was going to burn her to death here in the back of this truck!
"No!"
"You like the heat, baby. You shoulda been born in Florida or somethin'. You're gonna feel that heat up your ass now."
Billy braced himself carefully, moving the lantern back and forth. Her screams rose and rose. Ginger thought he was branding her ass, raising blisters with that horrible flame. She writhed and twisted, jerking her hips up again and again to escape the licking heat.
"Uhhhhhh!"
The flame flickered up into her pussy, then moved down to her ass-hole. It was like having a hot poker screwed into her bowels. Ginger thought she would shatter her spine as she jerked her body away from the heat once more. Her cries became gurgles as the pain increased. And what was worse, the young girl felt a mountain of pleasure building in her. Yes, she was growing sexually aroused, her nipples getting hard and stiff and wanting to be frictioned by something hard and rubbing.
Ginger closed her eyes, keeping her ass away from the hot fire, thinking about how wonderful it would be if Billy started fucking her now, touching her all over, hitting her all over!
"Ughghghhhhhhh-"
The fire was almost like a lover's caress now.
Her clit tingled, slowly rising from its tight-hugging sheath and throbbing madly. Her cuntal lips opened, leaving a jagged sticky line from which more and more juice flowed into her pussy-hairs. Her thighs ridged and tightened again and again while the fire lapped into her cunt and shitter. Ginger cried out against her cousin, against the fire, against herself as she rutted in the throes of her agony. "Oh! Oh!"
The blonde teen strained at her bonds. Billy, as if he could read her mind, reached over with one hand while balancing himself with the other. Ginger cooed happily when she felt his fingers rubbing against her nipples. A particularly hard spasm made her cuntal walls buckle at the touch. Oh, oh, it was so delicious! Oh, how she wanted him. How she wanted to feel her cousin fucking her, sticking his cock into her while the fire burned her alive! That would be the ultimate, her confused, overloaded mind thought as she bounced and jerked over the flame.
"Ughghghhhhhh!"
Ginger bit her lip, twisting and turning and jerking her hips around shamelessly with all the abandon of a nympho whore. Billy pinched her nipples, watching her, his prick getting harder and thicker.
"Gonna open that pussy, baby, gonna open it up and make you feel good."
When he jerked her outer labia apart, Ginger groaned, her head snapping from side to side. The touch of his fingers against her slick cunt-meat nearly set her off into climax. The fire raked her plump ass-cheeks now, making it feel like the playful slap of a lover. She started to sob. Billy let her go, stepping back a bit to admire her humiliation. Laughing to himself, he turned up the flame even more.
Ginger stared wildly at the truck ceiling with rounded, glassy eyes. Her body trembled under the awful attack.
Billy grabbed her by the hips and started swinging her from side to side, her ass passing over the flame. Ginger thought she could feel her flesh blistering under the high flame each time she passed over it. He kept swinging her. She screamed more wildly as the fire seemed to sear her flesh more deeply.
"Oooooh!"
"Come on, baby, come on, where's your fun? You dig this, remember."
"No, no, no!"
It was all she could do to keep herself from passing out. No, she had to maintain consciousness. Ginger shuddered.
"No, what? You wanna cut this shit out and get down to serious business?"
Billy held her steady over the flame, prying her tight cunt lips apart.
"You've fucked with my prick. Now fuck my finger."
He shoved his right forefinger into her cunt. His strong grip kept her ass over the fire while he stuck his finger into the dark red meat of her pussy. Ginger twisted and raved with pain and excitement.
Billy saw to his pleasure just how wet his cousin was. Smiling, he fucked deeper, pushing the invading finger in until his knuckles were up against her ass-cheeks.
"Billy, no, no, no, take it away! Oh God, take it away!"
"The fire or the finger!"
"Fire, fire!"
Her voice was hoarse again, breaking as she screamed out the terrible word. Again, there was that whispering crackle, the sound that indicated just what the flame was doing to her pussy. Billy ignored her pleas, twisting and corkscrewing his finger while hitting her clit again and again with his thumb. "Uhhhhhhh!"
And all the while, the flame was burning her ass, nearly blistering her pussy and shitter. Ginger writhed helplessly as the fire burned her deeper. It was like the lust stalking in her body clawing at her cunt. The painful delight made her dizzy with sensation. Her whole body strained as the flame chewed into her ass-cheeks. Bouncing her ass up and down wildly, hearing her cunt-hairs burn and the echo of her own cries pierce her ears, Ginger found herself almost needing that fire pinching into her pussy.
'That's it, baby, fuck the finger, fuck the fire. Man, you'd fuck anything, eh?"
"No, hurts, hurts, take it away!"
Billy saw the glazed, fixed expression on Ginger's face. He knew what her problem was, what she needed. Bracing himself a little more, still keeping one hand firmly fastened around the base of the Coleman, Billy crawled between her shivering white thighs. He moved closer, gripping her hips with one hand, digging his fingers into the fleshy folds around her thighs. Raising himself up, the young stud gripped his cock, shoving his prick all the way into Ginger's hot, wet pussy. "Oooooh!"
Ginger hadn't expected this! Oh, what a reward it was, the scratching of her itch made worse by that damnable flame still stinging her ass. She squealed and gagged as the massive cock tore into her tight cunt. Once more, he was splitting her in half, shoving that heavy hunk of cockmeat into her waiting pussy. Ginger loved it, rutting and writhing and twisting up onto his fucking cock. She nearly forgot about the fire that moved down toward her lower spine now. Billy ignored the lantern, concentrating now on the tight, wet sensation of her pussy as the walls clamped down and sucked in on his fucking prick.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Ginger sighed as the cock plunged ahead, shoving aside the tightly packed muscles.
"Man, oh man, still tight, even after all the fuckin' we done. Gonna loosen that up a little with the boys after I get through with you."
As her cousin's cock shoved ahead, her ass bounced, raked by the orange flame erupting from the Coleman. There was no stopping the force of her own private lust as it made her belly swell and her tits bloat out. Her cunt closed on the driving fuckshaft. How Ginger loved having her cunt clogged with cockmeat, her cousin's cockmeat! Her clit ripped again and again against the fucking prickshaft. "Uh! Uh! Uh!"
The lantern slid down a little more, the fire licking up into her shitter once more. That was all Ginger needed. She let out a howl, jerking her thighs up, feeling her clit split apart. She was cumming! Oh yes, yes, she was cumming, climaxing with Billy's cock stuffed in her cunt and that awful flame singeing the wrinkled flesh around her shitter. Fucked at both ends and at the same time-or so it seemed.
"Fuck it out, you Goddamned little bitch. Come on, fuck it out," Billy snarled, close to cumming, himself.
He slapped her hard across the face, back-handing the young girl as he chugged his cockmeat through her cunt.
Ginger's climax was nearly as painful as it was pleasurable. She replied to his taunts with a hoarse, guttural growl. How delicious it was, having the fire flickering over her ass-hole, burning her lower cunt lips, then kissing her ass-cheeks. And all the while, Billy kept fucking her, his body slamming again and again against hers. When she thought she would surely die from all the fucking, her cousin announced he was about to shoot.
"Gonna make it, you fuckin' slut. Gonna blow my load!"
Somehow, Billy managed to keep his balance even though the truck lurched heavily. He didn't miss a beat, his fat prickhead gouging her cuntal walls while his balls slapped up against her ass. Her passion climbed higher and higher, the climactic spasms taking her breath away.
Ginger screamed the cry of the damned, the throbbing spasms echoing all through her body. Cumming. She was cumming, and cumming hard.
"Ughghhghghhhh!"
Cock and fire, biting her flesh and prodding her clit at the same time. Yelping, jerking her hips around, Ginger suddenly felt the now-familiar spurting sensation of Billy's jizz spattering against her pussywalls. She writhed again, babbling at her cousin, wanting him and hating him at the same time.
"Ohhhhhh, damn, damn, damn!"
He fucked her cunt again and again, finally slowing the shoving, thrusting movements as the truck came to a halt. Billy pulled out, reaching around and turning down the lantern. The truck was filled with the odor of fucking.
"We're here. Hope you're up to it."
Ginger groaned.
CHAPTER NINE
Ginger saw the boys all together for the first time as she climbed naked from the truck. They were catcalling, telling Billy that he'd taken an unfair advantage by fucking her in the truck. Ginger kept her head down, shuffling her feet over the tall grass.
Looking up every now and then, she could see they were somewhere in the high chaparral country. In the near distance the girl could make out several buildings that looked deserted.
"C'mon, let's take 'er down inside where she can't be heard so much."
Ginger followed her cousin, feeling several fingers pawing her ass and slapping her across the backs of her thighs. They climbed onto the porch of the largest building. Billy fished out a key and opened the door. The place hadn't been occupied for years, Ginger guessed as she moved through the dark, abandoned room.
Billy said nothing, threading his way through the musky dark toward another door. She was taken down the rickety stairs into the basement. The smell of stale air was thick, nearly making her choke. Billy switched on several lights that barely seemed to cut through the gloom.
As her cousin flicked on more lights, she noticed chains with manacles dangling from the ceiling and heavy iron rings projecting from the stone walls.
"This is probably gonna be the longest night of your fuckin' life, and my mom thinks we're at the movies," Billy laughed, shoving her forehead.
To the left there was something that appeared to be a mummy's case. The other boys, four in all, gathered around, hands on their hips, waiting to see what Billy was going to do.
"No!"
"Inside, now!"
When her cousin opened the hinged lid, Ginger noticed immediately there were large strips of shiny metal inside the walls. Looking down to her left and right, she also saw wires leading from the coffin. She was about to ask what they were when a hand shoved her roughly forward.
Gasping, the girl stumbled over her own feet, pitching herself into the box and banging her head against the back of the coffin. She tried to push her way out, but the door slammed shut too quickly and trapped her there.
"Oh, you'll suffocate me in here! Please, Billy don't do this to me here!"
The mummy's case was dark and nearly airless. She fought down the rising panic as she noticed how flat her tits were being pressed against the back wall. Her ass-cheeks were against the door while her hips brushed either side of the box. There was no room to move, no room to twist around and escape whatever her cousin and the boys had planned for her.
"Comfy, baby?"
"Billy, let me out of here!"
She would have pounded her fists ag 'nst the wood if she could. There were scuffling sounds outside the box. They were dragging something heavy to the box. There were whispers, then the sound of something humming, something just turned on.
It was getting warmer in the coffin. She had to take small breaths to conserve the oxygen inside. Billy was laughing. She could hear that awful chuckle of his. And then she felt something very warm and tingly against her flesh. It only took the girl a second to realize it was electricity! They had hooked her up to a generator. Those iron plates were conducting current, sending the voltage into her body. They could electrocute her in here!
Ginger screamed, throwing back her head and yelling in a mindless torrent of terror. "No, no, no, no! Oh, stop this, stop this! God in heaven, stop doing this!"
The young teen screamed more loudly as she felt the current increase. Her mouth frothed and her knees banged hard against the back of the coffin.
"Hey, man, she's gonna knock the fucker over if she keeps doing that!" one of the boys shouted.
"Lay 'er down, then."
Ginger felt the coffin pitching forward, her body weight pressing hard against the back. There was nothing she could do. She felt the box upending, falling down onto the floor. The sudden jolt nearly knocked her out. But the constant buzzing of electricity against her cunt, her ass and her nipples kept her awake.
"Get the needles in 'er!"
Ginger fought through the dim haze of shock that dulled her senses. The electricity was now almost comforting, a warm, sucking mouth against her shitter and pussy. Again, the girl could feel her nipples getting hard, aroused by the current. A faint scraping sound brought her attention around to a point at her side. A distant trickle of air was coming through small openings all around her. Ginger could see dots of light coming through from the small openings.
Then the girl felt something very sharp touching the side of her throat. She coughed, backing away as much as she could. The thing withdrew, only to be replaced by another one sliding into her belly. The current increased, making her pussy muscles spasm and her plump ass-cheeks dance against the electrodes. Against her will, Ginger felt herself moaning half in pleasure.
How warm, how tight, her cunt was, even after that burning and fucking she had received in the truck. More needles began sliding in from the bottom and managed to prick her clit. The sensations coupled with the electricity to produce a powerful spasm.
Ginger cried out, snapping her thighs back only to have her ass-cheeks speared by three sharp needles. One entered her shitter, almost piercing her bowel lining.
"Uhhhh, oh stop, stop! Billy, you're going to kill me!"
The electricity shot up another notch. Ginger thrashed in the tiny coffin, her fists beating against the heavy pine wood. The drumming nearly deafened her. She cried out for the boys to shut off the "electricity, to stop piercing her with the needles. But the current surged through her body, making her hair stand on end while the needles pricked her cunt, ass-hole and tits. When one touched the tip of her clit, Ginger thought she would pass out. A sharp jolt of current through her nipples brought the teen back to life.
"Uhhhhh!"
Then suddenly, the current died down to a gentle buzzing. Ginger sighed, her body growing limp against the front edge of the cabinet. Two needles suddenly slipped into the box, pressing hard against each ass-cheek. For a moment Ginger thought they were going to pierce her flesh. She bawled again, punching her fists against the sides of the box, beating her forehead into the back. "Nooooooo!"
Someone kicked over the box. She rattled around in the coffin like a rag doll, her body bruising against the hard, splintery wood. She lay on her back now, panting heavily. More needles followed, some puncturing her nipples. It was a steady attack of pain and terror-needles that tore into her cunt, belly, ass and tits. Ginger felt her ass muscles tensing while her knees banged up against the front door of the coffin. It was becoming increasingly difficult for the teen to breathe. Those needles were probing deeper and deeper, making her perspiration rush out and wet down her cunt-hairs.
"Noooooo!"
The searing, dizzying agony made her body shiver violently. Then the current came on again, the electrodes sending an incredible amount of voltage surging through her body.
The pain was so intense, so concentrated and yet so much everywhere in her body that Ginger couldn't scream. Her vocal cords were paralyzed with agony as her body sizzled under the growing current. When another powerful rush of voltage shot into her cunt and tits, the young teen shrieked as loudly as she could. "Aaaaaagh!"
Spittle frothed around the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin while her eyelids flickered and her pupils contracted. Ginger thought she could smell her body singeing.
"Give the bitch more!"
"Yeah, fry 'er up in there. Man, she's gonna burn the box up."
"Okay, man, she's gettin' the max."
Ginger shrieked again, feeling the bones in her body rattling from the pressure of the surging current. Giant sharp claws were tearing at her body, pulling it apart as the electricity kept on pulsing through her. Ginger shrieked, realizing at the same time that she was becoming more and more aroused by this agony.
When Billy cranked the current up to full voltage, the young girl exploded. Cunt juice rushed from her pussy, slicking down her shivering thighs. Her clit seemed to swell to a bursting point. And then it exploded over and over again. The more agony she endured, the more she came. Ginger screamed at the pain, at the boys, and at herself as her orgasm erupted with the force of a bomb.
"Uhhh ... ahghghgh!"
She jerked wildly, shuddering in the box, feeling the climax go on and on and on. It was an endless hard itchy pulse developing into a mind-blowing ache that sapped her strength and will.
"Ooooohhhhh!"
Then, just as quickly as the current had surged, it stopped. Ginger collapsed, her mind falling to pieces as the throbbing sensation peaked, then slowly went away. She cried out again. Several needles continued probing her body. The young teen moaned, fighting back the tears that still came.
"Uhhhhh-"
"Okay, man, open 'er up."
There were scuffling sounds all around her. In a moment she felt a blast of cool air against her ass and the backs of her legs. Someone was manhandling her, jerking her up from the coffin.
"You're all hideous. How-how could you do something like this to me?"
Ginger couldn't stand. Her knees gave way and she fell to the floor. Someone kicked her from behind, the booted foot knocking her onto her hands and knees. As she tried to crawl away, someone jabbed a finger up her shitter.
Her mouth opened, a scream coming out while she turned around to face her attacker. A sharp blow across the back of her head and a kick in the ribs let her know everyone around her was her attacker. Ginger fought back, flailing her fists, grunting and screaming at the young men incoherently while her long blonde hair hung over her face.
"Hey, man, she's goin' nuts. Come on, let's get some cock in her to calm her down," Billy suggested.
"Yeah, hard fuckin'! "
"No,, no more of that!"
"You ain't got a choice," Billy shot back.
And Ginger knew he was right.
CHAPTER TEN
"Stop it, Billy! Oh God, don't, don't!"
He had her in a large porcelain bathtub, her legs over the side. Someone had thrown cold water in her face moments ago, making the young blonde shiver with icy fear. Two young men were standing to the side of the tub, rubbing their pricks, grinning cruelly at her.
"Gotta show you what you are, baby. You're gonna see it right now."
The cold porcelain made her flesh pucker into goose pimples. Ginger rubbed her fingers briskly over her upper arms, drawing in her shoulders to help hide her naked tits.
"Lemme piss on 'er first!"
Ginger froze, her eyes rolling up toward her cousin. Billy had already unrolled his flaccid hunk of cockmeat, squeezing the fat prickhead between his fingers. She could see he wasn't hard. But the boy still had that shit-eating grin on his face, that smile that told her he had plenty in store for her.
She shrank back, her spine touching the cold bathtub surface. Billy approached, his legs straddling the front of the tub. In a moment, Ginger saw a droplet of piss bubble up from the broad slit running across his cockhead. The young teen shuddered, shaking her head slowly.
"You ain't got a choice, baby. Come on, take it, take it. It's gonna be fun!"
Ginger shuddered, her naked legs beating against the tub's bottom as she felt the first touch of his yellowish stream. The droplets hit her ankles and lower legs, slowly moving up to her thighs. Ginger tried climbing out of the tub. Reaching back, she gripped the cold, slippery sides. But the piss made traction along the bottom impossible. With a groan of disgust and defeat, Ginger slipped back, her heels sliding along the oily, smelly liquid now gurgling down the drain.
"Man, she's somethin' else!"
"Uhhhhhh-"
Ginger covered her face, biting her fingers to help ease the revulsion she felt. His piss spilled up into her navel, then up to her tits. The urine filled her navel, spilling over her cuntal mound and slicking down her blonde pussy hairs. Ginger wanted to retch, but somehow managed to keep down the bile. Billy moved the stream up and down her body. Ginger felt his urine spattering her nipples, then moving up to her throat only to wind up hitting her clit. With a groan, the young teen moved her hands down to her pussy. No, no, she wouldn't let him defile that!
"Goin' dry."
The stream slowly thinned, the last few drops hitting the girl's hips. Ginger shivered, instinctively trying to wriggle free of the droplets.
Someone gave Billy three glasses of water while a tall, redheaded boy stepped up and pulled out an eight-inch prick. It was the young man who had driven the two of them. He aimed his fat meaty red cockhead right at the teen, rolling it the same way Billy had.
"Oh no, no, not again! Oh God in heaven, not again!" she sobbed.
A thin stream began, twisting around and around, broadening as it sprayed. Ginger shut her eyes, biting her lips in disgust and frustration. The thin hot spray began stinging her nipples now, slicking down toward her belly button. Then she felt the piss on her chin. He was going to shoot it in her mouth! With a cry, Ginger clapped her hands over her mouth, staring with hatred at the young man.
"Hey, baby, you ain't supposed to move," he said, stopping the spray.
Billy was frowning as he strode up to her. "They wanna see you takin' it all the way, slut. And you ain't gonna try this gettin' away shit with my buddies here, understand?"
"But Billy!"
"But nothing!"
With that, he slapped her hard across the face, backhanding the teen and knocking her half-senseless to the floor of the piss-stained tub. The others roared with approval while the redheaded boy took up his position again. Shaking the hair from her eyes, Ginger stared up, only to be met by the thick twisting stream of yellow piss once more. "No!"
She kept her hands down. Her face was calm. Calm. That was the trick, Ginger thought, as she withstood the new assault.
"Hey, man, she's gettin' into it. Yeah, she's really diggin' gettin' pissed on," the redhead said, nodding toward Billy.
"She ain't nothin' more than a fuckin' machine and a toilet!"
"No, no!"
"Shut up, bitch. You're showin' me and them just what kind of shit you are."
Billy moved up next to the redheaded boy, still holding his cock with one hand.
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
Ginger knew in an instant what was going to happen. Two men pissing on her. It would be a double feature, her cousin making up the second half. She closed her eyes again, taking deep breaths. No, no, this couldn't be happening. All of it was a terrible nightmare.
But then she felt the second stream playing over her throat. Droplets began spraying her lips and nostrils. The stench of the piss wafted up to her nose. It was as if she were sitting in some sewer. Again, Ginger reached back and tried hauling herself from the filthy tub. It was impossible.
"No, nooooo!"
"Lemme go in."
Billy had a savage look in his eye as he slipped off his pants and boots, keeping on only his t-shirt. The redhead still kept on pissing on Ginger, motioning with one hand for one of his buddies to come up as he was about to go dry.
"Just don't piss on me, man, or you're gonna have your face rearranged."
The others moved up closer, watching with interest as the teen waited for more horror. Billy moved up, bending his knees slowly, guiding his prick forward. For a moment, Ginger thought he was going to make her suck it. And then the urine started once again. He directed the intensity of the stream right at her lips, her nose, her eyes. Ginger wanted to move her hands up to her face again. But remembering the hard blow, she stopped.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Come on, baby, open up. Open up that mouth and take it."
Ginger shivered once more, tilting her head back and parting her lips. Almost instantly, he shot the piss into her mouth. She felt it splashing over her tongue, spattering against the back of her throat, washing around her tonsils.
"Uhfhfhfhhfffff!"
"Yeah, yeah, good piss-drinker!"
"Do it, man, do it!"
Billy moved the piss up to her hair, then back down to her eyes, her lips, her nose. Ginger felt herself drowning in filth. But then she felt something that took her breath away-climax! She was having a climax, feeling her clit throbbing just as Billy went dry! More piss shot against her face. But she needed it there, down there against her clit! Billy saw her eyes blinking and her breath increasing as she fell back against the tub.
"Little slut's cummin'. Can you believe it, man? We use her like a toilet and the bitch's cummin'! Here, baby, lemme help."
Ginger was whipping her hips, throwing her head back. It was too much. She pressed her shoulder blades back while screwing her eyes into a squint. Her hands dropped down to her cunt while she peeled her slippery taut cunt lips back with her fingers.
"Yeah!"
Billy pressed one big toe into her thighs. Through a red fog, she saw him laughing down at her, guiding his toe into her cunt and kicking her into a higher climax. Her ass-cheeks danced and banged against the tub, sliding around in the filth.
"Come on, shit on 'er. Yeah, she deserves nothin' but shit," the redhead shouted.
"No!"
Ginger somehow found the strength once more to pull herself up from the tub. Billy gripped her tits, twisting them around. Her nipples ached as he flung her back, making sure the girl's head struck the tub hard.
Stunned, Ginger lay there, watching her cousin turning around. He belched, backing up onto her with a hands-on-hip pose. He was a foot away. She saw the hairs wriggling on his ass crease, she watched his muscles working. He was going to shit on her and there was nothing she could do. Her climax was still going, taking away her strength while her cunt convulsed and buckled under its ever-increasing sexual arousal.
"Uhhhhhhhhh-"
"No more, no more, baby. This is it. And it's gonna be good."
He braced both hands on the sides of the tub to keep from slipping on the piss. She smelled him as he farted and coughed, knowing what was about to happen. Once again, more fear and anger swelled. Self-hatred racked her as she strained to keep silent. Half in a daze, Ginger raised her knees. She parted her thighs while her belly muscles tensed. Opening wider, she felt the first pieces of shit fall. Her belly tightened even more. It was the ultimate degradation. Hot cream dripped along the inner side of her right knee as the semi-solid waste fell from his ass-hole. The boys cheered. "Uhhhhhhh!"
As the last of the shit left his body, Billy reached for his cock, jerking it fast into a hard-on and wheeling around. Careful not to stop onto his own shit, the boy cut loose with rope-like streamers of hot jizz. Ginger felt them splashing her across her face. Red-faced, moaning with pleasure as she peaked in another orgasm, Ginger urged him on, feeling as if all moral barriers had been kicked down.
That hot, pinching sensation, the sensation of a powerful cum! How it took her breath away as she wallowed freely there in her cousin's filth. When it was over, Billy told the others to hose her down "Like the pig she was" before bringing her over to his truck.
She was raped twice during the hosing action, the redhead having backed her against a wall and screwed his cock into her after the first hosing. Another boy slapped her against the exposed water pipes in the metal shower stall, taking her from behind and making Ginger cum twice with his prick and fingers.
The tub was cleaned and pushed back in the corner and they led her back to Billy. She stood there before him, a shadow of what she had been before. She knew what she was-his slave, his partner in all this. And how she loved that feeling!
"Billy"
"You ain't gonna say nothin' to me. You ain't got nothin' to say. This is all to show you, you only got me, and that's all, understand? Understand?"
He put his hand under her chin, pinching her hard. How could she resist? The last shitting incident told her she was no better than that. She nodded her head. Billy smiled grimly.
"Good, then get back in the car. Time to get back. And later-that's my biz, understand?"
Again Ginger nodded. Climbing back into the car, the girl watched as the boys disappeared one by one, the lights flickering out in the horrid cabin. Billy said nothing, driving quickly along the narrow country road. Ginger was silent. She had so many things to think about. For in spite of it all, Billy could see the sly smile on her face as she thought of what he had said back at the camp. How pleasant her vacation would be from now on! How very pleasant!
