Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In RAPED AND CHAINED COUSIN, young Debbie Asliton finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by her two male cousins then degraded and forced to perform what she considers perverse sex acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Debbie suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Wh.. .where are you taking me?" Debbie Asliton asked, drawing back from her two grinning cousins some ten feet in front of
The thickening forest cast its green gloom around the young blonde as she peered ahead, carefully picking her way through the spongy carpet of leaves and pine needles. It was only four o'clock but under the tall, umbrella-like branches it seemed much later.
"Come on, Deb," Byron said, shoving both hands in the pockets of his faded jeans and grinning at her. "Just a little farther."
"Yeah, Debbie. Come on. You said you wanted to see the stream," Jack, the older boy said, leaning against a tall eucalyptus and smiling sexily at her.
"Yes, I guess so," she answered hesitantly, dropping her eyes from Jack's stare.
She had wanted to see this "secret spot." It had sounded so intriguing, so beautiful, not at all like anything she had seen in her native Los Angeles. But as the three of them left her uncle's ranch near the small Northern California town of Gazelle and plunged deeper and deeper into the surrounding forest, the blonde teen became increasingly nervous and hesitant about following her cousins.
They had looked over their shoulders several times as she trudged behind, whispering conspiratorially, then pretending they had said nothing in particular when she questioned them on what was going on. More and more uneasy, Debbie thought about turning back. But she was incredibly lost and that thought made her hands shake as she carefully stepped over a half-decayed log and pushed aside some waist-high field grass to keep up with her handsome cousins.
"Just a little more this way, Deb," Byron said, a tall, thickly built dark-haired football player.
His brother Jack was still a little taller with a thick mop of unruly blond hair continually dangling in his eyes. Both boys had been eying their visiting cousin more than casually ever since she arrived for her vacation one week ago, an occurrence not noticed by their parents, but certainly recognized by Debbie.
"Oh, all right," she said, sighing and trying to cover her increasing fear.
Byron disappeared down a small incline, the tall grass and bushes swaying behind him. Debbie could hear the sounds of cracking branches and sliding stones and dirt. Jack followed, calling over his shoulder for her to follow. Debbie stopped, crisscrossing her arms and wishing for all she was worth that she could leave. The girl was half-expecting them to attack her when she reached the bottom of that small, overgrown ravine. And wouldn't she be inviting that sort of thing? Shockingly, Debbie found one part of her thoughts that smiled at that idea-raped by her cousins, by those two handsome young studs.
The girl shook her head, stretching out one hand and bracing herself against a tall pine. A light breeze from the west rustled the leaves around her, chilling her flesh and raising some goose-pimples under her light-pink cotton summer dress. She couldn't believe she was thinking these thoughts! Thoughts about-about fucking, about doing things with boys her widowed mother would have fainted at. Time and time again her mother had warned her: "If I catch you running around with men before you're twenty I'll throw you out. Men want only one thing, Debbie. And once they get it they'll leave you high and dry!"
Her mother's warning words rang in her head again and again. Perhaps that nervousness was the reason she had sent her attractive daughter up here to this no-man's land. But little did her mother Lydia realize that there would be two healthy, lusty studs who'd be sniffing out her daughter's cherry. And wasn't she ready for something like that? Wasn't she ready for a fucking? Her cunt was red and puffy, itching and wet, ready for something to touch it, to rub up against her stiffening clit and squeeze down into her swelling cunt.
Debbie's legs trembled as pussyjuice frothed from her cuntslit and dampened the surrounding feathery blonde hairs. Her entire body tensed as she followed slowly behind her descending cousins. Her nipples tightened, stiffening and rubbing up against the leaves. She could barely make out the forms of her two muscular cousins. They were still calling out to her, motioning for her to come on down.
"Okay."
Carefully the attractive blonde teen picked her way down, letting out small screams as her sandaled feet slipped more than once. Several times Debbie felt her dress riding up beyond her knees. Modestly she pushed the hem down, then began descending the steep hill once again.
"I've got 'er."
Byron was holding her by the upper arm, guiding her down into the ravine. It was much darker down here. She could hardly see the sky overhead, and the closely grown bushes and trees seemed to have deadened the sound.
"You a virgin?"
The question from Byron made her jump. She wheeled around, thinking she should slap him. Instead the girl simply stood there dumbly, her eyes broadening as he started unzipping his pants.
"What are you doing?" Debbie gasped, an itching desire creeping around her sleepy cunt.
"You think she's gonna give good head if we make her?" he said, ignoring her cry.
"Yeah, got a nice mouth. You got a nice hot mouth, don'tcha? You girls down in L.A. do lots of things we guys up here read about. Now we wanna see 'em."
"No, no, no," she whispered, her voice breaking as she backed away. One sandal came off and Debbie trembled, stumbling to catch her balance. Her worst fears had come true! "Don't make me do that. I don't want to. I don't, I don't, I don't!"
She turned, scrambling up the steep hillside. But her panic had shattered her ability to pick her way up the ravine and her knees scraped painfully against the rocks embedded in the soft brown dirt. Twice the girl grasped frantically at the protruding weeds and small plants but she felt them tearing from their anchorage with her weight. Tumbling and sliding back, Debbie picked herself up from the fern-covered floor and stared once more at her cousins. They were going to rape her! Oh yes, she could see that in their eyes.
"Oh don't.. .don't hurt me," she whispered, her quivering voice lost in the thick overgrowth of the forest.
Debbie screamed, turning as if she were going to run away. She could feel her body explode into heat as she felt Byron catch her in his strong arms and pull her tightly against his body, the rod of his cock pressing into her ass. Oh God, he must really have something very, very long and thick for her to feel it through his Levi's!
"Ohhhhh yeah, yeah, I been beatin' off a long time thinking about doing something like this," he groaned, dropping his face in her thick mane of silky blonde hair and biting the nape of her neck.
Debbie flinched, her feet slipping along the damp earth. Twice she had nearly twisted away from her sex-crazed cousin. But now he held her tightly, his powerful fingers bruising her flesh while he kept nibbling and biting at her.
"Go on, see just how fuckin' hot the bitch is," Byron said to his brother.
"Oh no, don't touch me. Don't!"
Debbie stared wide-eyed at Jack. He was grinning at her, wiping his mouth with the back of one big hand. She could see his square white front teeth and the image of a wolf about to bite into her throat crossed her mind as he stepped up to her. Debbie cried out as she saw his arm flash out and down. Then there was a tugging on her dress and before she knew what he had done she felt his hand rubbing over her thighs and up to the silken crotch band, dampening under the constant seepage from her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh, she's got it bad," Jack said, his smile broadening as he cupped his fingers and rubbed the silky material into the girl's pussy.
The shocking sensation of the damp nylon rubbing up into her cuntal mouth sent thrills of pleasure rushing up and down Debbie's spine. She stiffened her legs, instinctively pushing back against her tormentor, her feet slipping over his.
"Soppy down there?"
"Man, she's got it comin' outta her like she's been waitin' for us for a long time," Jack commented wryly, wriggling one finger up around the crotch band and rubbing it back up against her furry cuntslit. Debbie moaned, throwing her head back, the cords in her neck sticking out. She shouldn't be reacting this way. She should be showing outrage at this treatment by members of her own family. But all she could do was slide her ass from side to side, feeling it rubbing against her cousin's crotch. Again and again she had images of the two studs with their long, hard cocks fucking her-fucking her-fucking her in the cunt, fucking her in the mouth, fucking her in the ass.
"Hey, man, she's good, she's good and tight, I'll bet," Jack said, slipping his fingers around the furry swollen mound and tightening them.
Debbie thought she would faint from the conflicting feelings racing through her mind. .Her mother's frowning face appeared once .again and Debbie screamed, twisting like, a mad woman against her cousin Byron. Jack stepped forward, cupping one hand over her . mouth, pressing it so hard he cut his lips against her front teeth. Worse, the girl could smell her own hot juices on his fingers. Oh, oh, he was right! If she had so much juice coming out of her she must have been wanting something like this to happen! "Uhhhhh . . . "
Debbie moaned through that hand gag as ' she felt his other hand inching up toward her cunt. Her body was burning for that touch. When he touched her cunt, having shoved her damp panties down to her knees, the girl flinched back, pressing her ass into Byron's crotch once more. "Somethin' else, man. When she jerks away from your hand she's backing up into my cock!"
"Yeah, and I'm gonna give her a few fingers up the old pussy. Ever been finger-fucked before, baby? Not as good as having a prick squeezin' through. But if I get two fingers in you, you might like it."
Debbie pumped her ass back and forth as if she were trying to get away from them. Well, wasn't she? Didn't she do all she could to try to escape from these maniacs? But now they had her firmly in their grip and she could do nothing.
Jack slid his hand back to her pussy. Her juice was frothing out so thickly from her hot pussy that it coated her hair and started to seep down her legs.
"Man, it's so fuckin' wet down here!"
"She's pumpin' her ass around like she's some kinda virgin. Bet she's gonna cry when I stick my cock in her, right cousin? You gonna cry?"
"No, no!"
Debbie lowered her head, shaking it from side to side, burning with shame as he hunched his prick into her ass once more. And then she felt Jack slip two fingers into her hot pussy. The feel of them gliding past the fat outer lips was enough to make her fall to the ground. Instead she wriggled around, still trying to get away. "No, stop it!"
There was a tearing sound. Her dress! Jack was ripping it from her body! Debbie screamed, feeling the garment loosening immediately around her narrow, shaking shoulders. Byron let go for an instant so his brother could rip away her bra. That move was almost enough for the girl to wriggle away.
"Help me! Oh God, someone help me!" she screamed.
"Get the bitch!"
Debbie grabbed her torn dress with one hand, beating down the high grass with the other. She managed to stumble past Jack, watching him pitch forward and fall flat on his face. She would have laughed if her growing terror hadn't been so bad. The other side of the ravine was less steep, and it was to that side that Debbie scrambled. Her hair flew out behind her, her tits jiggling in the confines of her bra as she began to ascend the hill.
"Christ, man, get 'er before she gets away! If she tells mom and dad we're in for it!" Byron shouted.
Debbie screamed again, hearing someone scrambling up the hill behind her. She slipped, regained her footing, then slipped again, sliding on her face in the dirt. She felt herself sliding into someone behind her. Oh God, her cousin Jack!
"Trying to get away, huh? And all we wanted to do was tap your cherry!"
"No, don't . . . "
He was twisting his fingers in her hair, tearing at it, pulling and yanking so hard that he brought tears to her eyes.
"Yaghghghghhh!"
"Shut up, you fuckin' dumb bitch!"
What had he called her? Debbie stared up in amazement, seeing him raise his right hand at the same time. She knew what he was going to do and flinched, begging him with all her strength not to hurt her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
The fist came down quickly, cutting a broad arc in the air. She could hear the hissing sound, the sound of his hand cutting that semicircle before it smacked soundly against one cheek. The force of the blow snapped Debbie's head to one side. Stars exploded in her head, her legs slipping down yet farther on the ravine.
"Bring 'er down here and we'll finish her off. Man, I wanna see what it's like fuckin' that little cunt. You think she's virgin? You said she was," Byron said, watching as his brother brought the girl back down to the ravine.
"Don't know, but we're gonna find out fast."
"Oh, I am. I am . . . " Both brothers looked at one another and shrugged.
"Don't wanna mess up my cock with any cherry. I got an idea," Byron said, reaching around and pulling out a marlin spike. "Dad gave me this. He picked it up when he was in the Navy. Sailors use this for everything-"
As he examined the long, rusty spike, Debbie's eyes focused in on the thing. She knew he was planning to use that horrid thing on her. But how?
"Man, you could cut line with this, sew with it, even fish with it-in a way, leastwise, according to my old man," Byron continued, rubbing his fingers along the rusty surface, then smiling at the girl. "Let's turn her over after we strip her."
Hands were at her again, tugging at her dress. Debbie struggled, curling her fingers into two fists and beating them against her cousins. Of course they prevailed, pulling her dress down and off. Next off came her bra, the straps loosening around her shoulders and sliding down. In a moment the girl found herself half-naked.
"Ohhhhh!"
She scooted her ass back, her asscheeks sinking gently into the forest floor. Another chilly breeze from the north raised goose-flesh under the frazzled blonde cunt-hairs of her pussy. Debbie shuddered, her teeth chattering as she flung her arms around her tits and held them there. Byron pushed her back, curling his fingers around the leg bands of her panties and pulling them down from her knees, over her ankles, over her toes.
"Nice, real nice," he said, admiring her shaking, shivering cousin.
"Yeah, gonna feel real good slippin' my cock into her," his brother added.
"Over, over," Byron said, making a circle with the hand still holding the spike.
Debbie sniffed, rubbing her nose, then rolling onto her hands and knees as her cousin ordered. She stared straight ahead, peering at the leaves rustling in front of her. Somewhere in the distance she could hear birds calling to one another. It was so peaceful out there. No one would have believed she was undergoing the ordeal of a lifetime in these Godly surroundings.
Byron held the spike in an easy, accustomed grip of two fingers and a thumb. Debbie cringed, wishing she could sink into the middle of the earth and disappear. Shame overwhelmed her. She was naked, naked in front of these men. She had always felt a little uneasy even taking her clothes off in front of the other girls. They always stared at her-at her narrow waist, her full, high-riding tits, her curved hips and her long, lithe thighs. She was an attractive young woman, and she knew it. But still Debbie did her best not to "cock-tease," as some of the girls called it.
Quickly Byron bent down, sliding a thin line across her right forearm. Debbie cried out, flinching away from the pain. Shaking the hair from her eyes, she saw a long red mark where the tip of the spike had cut her.
"Why? Why are.. .are you doing this to me?" the girl stammered.
"Don't know. 'Cause I like it, I guess," Byron said, shrugging stupidly at her.
"No please, don't. Please, put that thing away," she begged.
"Come on. Just stay there and shut up and you won't get hurt."
"What are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes going down to Byron's crotch. There she could see the definite outline of something very long and thick and tubular pressing hard against the front of his Levi's.
"Just do as I tell you."
The girl was shaking with terror, fear making her stomach buck. She didn't dare look over her shoulder at her cousins. She could hear their feet crunching over the dead leaves and needles. She could hear Byron breathing a
IS little harder. His deep, shuddering breaths filled the air around her.
"Open up your knees, Debbie."
He knelt behind her. The young teen wanted to sneak away, to sink out of sight, to die rather than obey him. But still she did as she was told, spreading her knees apart and feeling them rubbing against the soft dirt while raising her asscheeks in the air. The wet, sticky line of her pussy crack was exposed, naked in her cousin's eyes. Oh, oh, and her mother had sent her up here for the good life!
CHAPTER TWO
"Uhhhhhh.. .oh, you're.. .you're hurting me with that . . . oh no . . . "
Debbie moaned pitifully. She could feel him moving the tip of that spike across one ass-cheek, then sliding it down over her ass to the other ass-cheek. The arc it followed went from the outside, up toward her tits, then slowly down to the spot where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased to a needle sharpness when he moved it up to her pussy. Debbie shivered, drawing her knees together protectively.
"I said keep 'em spread apart!"
She felt her cousin's broad hand smacking her ass several times, the resulting electric, dry heat racing to her cunt and making her cunt quiver. She cried out, blinking away several tears that were threatening to trickle down her flushed cheeks.
Sucking in her lower lip, Debbie bit down hard, struggling to keep some bit of sanity in an increasingly insane world. It was as if monsters had been set loose on her body and were gnawing all the sensitive, unspeakably pleasurable spots on her body. She wanted to weep but she knew the slightest move would put the tip of the spike right through her flesh.
"Man, she's shakin', " Byron said, barely concealing his delight.
"Yeah, she's gonna be shakin' like crazy when we stick our cocks into her."
"Yeah, gonna spear this bitch with more than the marlin."
Debbie's cunt sucked in air with a whooshing sound, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the spike traced the outer line of her pussy labes. The soft, wet vulnerability of the area made her shake with terror. Again the girl shook. Her eyes blinked, the lids wrinkling as Byron drew the spike closer to her cunt, then pulled it away.
"Ohhhhh . . . "
For one brief second Debbie thought she had a respite. The young teen let out a sigh of relief, her head sagging down, her elbows bending out slightly while the tenseness around her outer cunt labes eased. She thought of her home, of her mother, of the nice warm bed in her uncle's home. Soon, she hoped, she would be there, thinking of some way she could get back home without causing a scene.
A bracing chill froze the center of her cunt. That spike! That horrid marlin spike was pressing full-length against her cunt! The rusty side was pressed against the wet slit from her clit to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Debbie shuddered, feeling her pussy clamp down on the emptiness.
"Man, look at 'er," Byron said, scoffing at the reaction of her cunt.
"Christ, she's gonna snap that thing in half if you stick it in 'er."
Debbie arched her back, curling her fingers and digging them into the soft dirt.
"Yeah, a real whore, a slut," Byron said, rocking the tip of the spike back and forth against the girl's reddening clit.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Debbie was rubbing, rutting like a mare, moving her ass from left to right. Slowly she became aware of the little cutting jabs her cousin was making with the tip of that spike, her cunt-juice dribbling across her tiny wounds adding a spicy sensation to the tightness between her legs.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, bitch, come on."
Debbie felt a hotter, more intense lust flowing from her crotch. She fought with herself, telling herself again and again that it wasn't right. No, it just wasn't right for her to be feeling things like this with her cousins, her own family. And yet.. .and yet there were those feelings coursing through her body, undeniable, very, very exciting!
"Uhhhhh . . . "
The repeated touch and chill of the spike sent streamers of lewd chills rushing through the terrified teen. She bobbed her ass from side to side, trying to jerk it away from the offending iron. But the resulting subtle rubbing of her cuntal walls against one another made Debbie pant with sexual heat.
"Gotta see if she's cherry or not!"
"I am! I am!" Debbie cried, her pulse racing.
She opened her eyes and twisted her head around just in time to see her cousin gripping that spike with one hand and heading it right into her pussy.
"Nooooo!" The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct clit touch. "Noooo!"
Debbie tried wrestling away from the young stud. Jack came to his brother's rescue, moving around and bending down. She felt her second cousin's hands gripping her naked shoulders and holding her down.
"You ain't goin' nowhere, baby."
"No, oh no!"
Debbie felt her cuntlips catch fire. The constant rushing of her pussyjuice across the tiny cuts in her flesh created more heat. Her pulse exploded in her veins while her temples pounded. No, no, he was going to stab her with that thing, tear her to pieces with it!
"I . . . I . . . "
The notion that he was going to hurt her even more with the spike somehow made her more excited. Her cunt-juice flowed faster. Debbie felt a strange kind of rising warmth on her cheeks, her tits, and even in her belly. The fiery burning in her cuntlips and the terror of that awful spike wound her excitement higher and higher. How she hated those two boys for doing this to her. And yet at the same time she loved them for it all!
"Oh baby, baby, wanna fuck you real bad!" Byron said, his fingers trembling around the rusty marlin spike.
"Stick it into her first and see if she's still got her fuckin' cherry," Jack encouraged, trapping his cousin's head between his knees.
"Uhhhhh . . . "
Byron held her more tightly with one hand, dragging the tip of the spike back, stinging a groove down to the edge of Debbie's cunt-mouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit slackened off a bit now. But the terror of having her cunt ripped open by that thing still held firm. What was worse, Debbie thought she heard one of them talking about sticking that spike into her pussy. They were going to fuck her with that thing, tear out her cherry with it!
"No, don't hurt me with that.. .that spike. Don't touch me with it!" Debbie shoved her ass back at her cousin, the tip of the spike slipping around the rim of her cunt. As much as she hated to admit it the young girl felt more and more aroused at the thought of having her cunt pierced by that horrid steel thing. "Uhhhhh . . . "
She pushed her ass back again, raising her jiggling reddened asscheeks up a bit. Debbie was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for her cousins, even for that rusty steel thing bobbing up and down in Byron's hand. She wanted to have him jab his cock into her. But if he had to, he could stab her with that spike first. Maybe it would be better, taking care of her cherry with the spike before sticking his prick all the way into her!
"Oh God!"
The spike poked at the rim of her asshole. Debbie's jaws slackened, her face blanching as she gasped from shock. The stabs forced the gray rubbery ring of her asshole inward, barely breaking the skin. And after this Jack and Byron were talking about fucking her in the ass! Were they serious about that?
"Uhhhhhh . . . "
Turning around again, Debbie watched as Byron unzipped his Levi's all the way. She swallowed down a lump of fear and excitement. Only in pictures had Debbie seen a man's cock. Even those photos had excited her with thoughts too lewd for words And now.. .now her own cousin was stripping, pulling out his.. .his thing and.. . "Oh God!"
Debbie flinched away, rubbing her head hard against Jack's legs in front of her. It was big, way bigger than anything she had seen in those picture magazines her friend Kathy had brought her. And he was going to stick that thing into her? It was nearly eight, no, maybe nine inches long and at least one-and-a-half inches thick! And the head! It was purple, slick with his own juices. The very sight of that fat, long cock made her faint with fear.
"Ohhhh yeah, yeahhh . . . "
Byron was panting now, jacking at his cock. His fist moved faster and faster on the slippery shaft while he poked the tip of the spike into the puffy outer edges of her cuntlips. Then he moved it back to her ass. In spite of herself the girl began rolling her hips from side to side, arching and thrusting her asscheeks back at him.
"She's turnin' onto it, man. She really digs it, havin' her ass cut up like that."
The entire area around her pussy blazed with a glowing heat she had never known in her life. Debbie's nervous, aroused sweat trickled into her pussy, making it burn and itch. At times when she moaned hard Byron slapped her ass, making long, red marks on her white flesh. They called her all sorts of things while that dreadful spike jabbed and knifed at her all-too-sensitive flesh.
"Uhhhhh . . . oh my God!"
Byron was going a little wild now, blindly stabbing that thing against her asscheeks. Then it stopped, the steely rod sliding up to her cuntlips and in, her outer labia spreading to accommodate it. Again the frantic blonde teen lurched forward, trying to escape the inevitable.
"Stay right there, baby. Right there," Jack said, holding her firmly with his legs.
Debbie rolled her eyes back, feeling that cold, rusty spike edging its way down deeper into her body. Her cuntal folds trembled at the rough touch, the muscles clenching, relaxing, then clenching again in a sexy milking movement. A cock, yes, that's what her pussy thought it was, a fat, hot cock sliding into her body. Debbie moaned, dipping her ass down and then jerking it back into the air. How she wanted it, wanted that cock her cousin was jerking around behind. But he was only screwing that spike into her body.
"Ow! No, no, don't . . . oh please don't try to . . . oh no!"
Byron only laughed, swallowing hard, then pushing the spike against her cherry with one quick jab. "Yaghghghghhhh!"
The explosion of pain in her crotch made her head snap up while her knees slid apart farther, threatening to pitch the girl face-down in the mud. Jack held her up by the shoulders while Byron finished the unnatural fucking, stabbing the spike in a little farther, then drawing it out.
"Man, yeah, she was cherry all right," he said, examining the pink froth on the brown, rusty surface.
"Oh, oh, owwwww!"
Debbie gasped and cried, desperately trying to catch her breath from that awful attack. How her cunt burned and ached from that dreadful fucking. And they were laughing, just laughing at her!
"Come on, let's fuck the shit outta her now," Byron said, wiping the spike on some tall grass and slipping it back into the leather case on his belt.
"Yeah, good and hot fuckin'. "
"No!" she screamed as Jack slipped both hands under her shoulders and dragged her up to her feet.
"No use fighting us, baby. We're gonna get you one way or the other."
Byron clamped one hand over her mouth, dragging her kicking, biting and writhing over to the other side of the ravine. The pain between her legs had disappeared under the growing fear of more pain being visited upon her. Debbie begged them to let her go, hoping against hope with one part of her mind that they had finished with her.
They dragged her into one clump of brush, the prickly overgrowth whipping her face, snagging her long, blonde hair. Debbie kept her eyes shut, tears oozing out from under her lids. Byron finally dropped her, the fall knocking some wind from her. Before she could recover Jack jammed a filthy handkerchief in her mouth.
"She's real nice, nice and soft," Jack said, smoothing one hand over her ass.
"Yaghghhhfhhffff!"
He slapped her hard after that comment, his fingers like five stinging whips, sending shivers of pain/pleasure racing to her overheated clit.
"Man, she's in heat, really in heat like half the real dog-bitches we got around here." Byron pinched her ass and made the girl squeal once more.
They were both squatting down, holding her by the knees and shoulders. Her eyes were big, unblinking, staring at them as she awaited the worst. Jack had tugged down his trousers as well and she turned and saw a prick just as big as his brother's. Two big cocks, swollen and red with lust, were ready to fuck her. She struggled once more, managing to pull one arm away from them. But then Debbie lost her balance and fell on her ass. They laughed and got hold of her once more, pulling her into a clearer area.
"She likes to fight. We can't have that," Byron said.
"I've got a little rope here."
Jack pulled out a twenty-inch piece of hemp from his rear pocket.
"Yeah, that'll do."
Byron flung her against an ash tree, the hard bark scratching her bare thighs and belly hard. One of the cousins was forcing her hands around the trunk while the other tied her wrists together. Debbie moaned, pressing one side of her face against the rough surface of the tall tree. Her knees scraped painfully against the surface while she cracked one of her toenails against a jutting root.
"We can't fuck her in the cunt tied up like that," Byron commented, stepping back.
"No. Guess we'll have to fuck her in the ass."
"Maybe she's got termites in the ass."
"Then how . . . "
"Yeah, I see a way."
Her curiosity was aroused in spite of the fear. The very thought of being raped stoked her lust. She was being taken and used by these smelly animals, her own cousins!
"Hey, Deb, come on, fuck the tree. Come on, move around and pump your cunt against the bark."
"No, you're crazy!" she shot back, twisting her head around, wanting to spit in their faces. "Do it, baby, do it!"
Debbie heard the hiss of leather being scraped along the rough fabric of their Levi's. Blinking away more tears, the blonde teen saw Byron pulling his belt out from the restraining loops. He was going to beat her!
"No!"
She twisted her head back, pressing her cheeks against the bark, looking dazedly in front of her while beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. She could feel her scalp crinkling under her mane of golden hair while her ass tensed, tightening, waiting for the first stinging blow of the black leather belt.
"I said fuck that tree!"
Debbie shook her head from side to side, chewing down on the gag that had long-since wadded down with her saliva, enabling her to speak.
"I won't, I won't . . . "
The girl heard the snap of leather being doubled. Then she heard the crunch of a purposeful step behind her on the leaves and dead twigs. He was behind her-Byron with his belt, snapping it near her head, threatening her with it. She heard his heavy breathing.
"Then I'm gonna make you fuck it."
The leather hissed, cutting through the air, arching toward the frantic girl. There was a moment's silence. Then the belt chewed into the soft, white resilient flesh of her right ass-cheek. The shocking, hot blow made the teen's body snap. Debbie let out a high-pitched yowl, tightening her ass as the heat exploded through her and radiated up to her clit. Her knees tightened around the tree trunk, her cunt rubbing up against the rough bark. Yes, she was doing it now, doing what they had told her to do. She was fucking the tree.
"That's it, Debbie. Fuck the tree nice. Move your pussy up and down."
She tightened her ass, raising her buttocks up. Goose-flesh erupted. Her cunt closed and her clit tingled, waiting for the next blow. It came with a savagery that took her breath away. Debbie clawed at the ropes restraining her wrists as more and more glowing sparks showered against her clit.
"Uhhhhhh . . . "
Another blow, this one tearing into her other ass-cheek. The recoil sent hot, piercing lightning bolts of delight stabbing into her clit. How wet her cunt-hairs were again, the juice trickling down her thighs.
A third blow snapped down right into her ass, the leather burning the inner rounded curves of her asscheeks. Debbie's body bowed in, her nipples scraping over the tree bark.
"For a girl who's never been fucked, this one's sure goin' for it," Byron commented, wiping the perspiration from his forehead.
"Yeah, and she's just startin' with us," Jack said, rubbing his cock and staring at the roped, helpless teen in front of him. "Just startin'. "
CHAPTER THREE
"Ooooffff!"
The gag slipped from her mouth, falling to Debbie's bare feet. Byron picked up his speed once more, slapping his leather belt again and again against her ass. The girl groaned, rubbing her chin against the rough bark, drawing her knees together. She was dizzy as swirls of light exploded in front of her eyes. The two brothers were calling her all sorts of names, their litany of hate slowly fading, pushed out by the throbbing in her confused mind.
"Ughhhh.. .ayghghghgh!"
Another tearing blow ripped into her right ass-cheek, the recoil punching through her cunt into her clit. Debbie chewed her lower lip, shame and guilt matching the agony racing through her injured asscheeks.
"Ughhhhh!"
Another smack forced the girl to jerk her thighs forward. Then she felt something, a shred of loose bark perhaps, enter her cunt, scraping against her pussy walls. Byron stopped his whipping, stepping behind her and sliding his hands down to her asscheeks. Debbie moaned, feeling his fingers kneading the injured, reddened flesh. He was forcing her asscheeks up and down, moving them forward, rubbing her pussy against the tree.
"No, oh God," she moaned, throwing her head back. "You're sick, an animal . . . "
He squeezed her ass hard, making her wince in pain. It was as if his hands were pounding her into the ash and rubbing her cunt against it. And she was loving it! Oh God, she was enjoying her humiliation. It was as if she had to have something in her cunt, in her ass-just as long as it was stiff, pumping, demanding, tearing her apart. Debbie jerked her head back once more, letting out a groan of defeat.
"Bring that fuckin' log over here before I cum all over myself."
Jack grunted.
"Come on, gimme some help. Can't do this fuckin' thing by myself."
Debbie sighed, hanging from her bound wrists. She heard the belt fall. The young studs moved around behind her and she felt the ground jarring as the log was rolled to where she was roped. Something knocked against her heels and from the rough feel of it against her ankles the young girl guessed it was that piece of heavy dead wood.
"Get 'er up so I can get this damned thing in place," Byron grunted.
She felt Jack bending down against her, grabbing her by the ankles and pushing her up. The log rolled against the base of the tree, right-angled so her knees rested against the other end. The odd angle strained her tied wrists. Debbie guessed she must have been at least three feet off the ground. The big log was broad enough to support both knees even when they were spread wide open.
"Man, she's all wet in there. Just like a fuckin' cunt should be," Byron commented.
"Leave 'er where she is right now. Help me get this stone over."
Both brothers dragged a large slab of gray rock and placed it behind her. Debbie stared down, wondering what further hideous crimes her cousins would commit against her. Byron was first.
"I'll get 'er ready. Then you'll come in and take over," he said, standing spread-legged on the rock while his brother held Debbie's legs to the log and steadied her.
Byron reached forward and pulled her closer to his hard, throbbing cock. The girl gasped; feeling his spongy cockhead slipping up and down the wet, feathery-curled crack between her legs. This time it was a cock, a real man's cock that was going to penetrate her. The young teen gasped, her jaws parting as she felt the fat prickhead rubbing up and down against her pussy. When the head brushed against her clit, Debbie tightened her grip around the tree, her arms knotting with tension. He was fucking her, really fucking her! "Uhhhhhh . . . "
Byron slipped his prick in fast, the wet, swollen lips cushioning his hard-driving upward thrust. Debbie snapped her head from one side to the other, throwing her long hair back and forth, letting the blonde strands tangle with the branches, pulling her hair free and not feeling the tug.
"Like gettin' fucked, baby? You like having your pussy filled up by my cock?"
Debbie couldn't answer. A riot erupted between her leg, taking all sane thinking from her mind. Her big, high-riding tits jiggled against her body while her pert little ass wiggled against Byron's belly. Her belly muscles slid downward to match the upward rhythm. She shook her ass more and more as the fucking rhythm increased. The movement made her heavy ass muscles dance and jump, driving the young stud behind her wild with lust.
"Jesus Christ! She's good, really good. Man, she's clinching them muscles around my prick. Yeahhhhh, Goddamned fuckin' bitch, she's.. .ughhhhhh . . . "
Byron threw back his head, arching his spine while driving his knees hard into the backs of her legs. Debbie screamed too, matching him sound for sound. Fucking in this position after the belt whipping was driving her to dizzying heights.
"Uhhhhh . . . "
The teen just couldn't understand it at all. The savagery of these past few moments had turned her into an animal, the same kind of rutting, horrid animal her cousins already were. She had lusts as strong as theirs, apparently, and just as kinky too. Byron kept on fucking her, drilling her, sending out a torrent of his white-hot jizz into her convulsing pussy, his spunk oozing down her shivering thighs.
"God . . . "
He drew out, steadying himself, then glancing down at his brother.
"Sloppy seconds. But she's so damned tight there you won't even notice."
"Ohhhh, please . . . oh God, no, no, no," Debbie cried, closing her eyes and shaking her head from side to side.
The rough bark chafed her thigh flesh. Her tits rubbed teasingly up and down against the side of that tall ash while the ropes reddened her wrists. Twice the girl pulled down at the thin piece of restraining line, trying to break free. Her long hair flipped back and forth against her shoulder blades while her knees dug hard at the tree. More than once her feet slipped along the wet dirt near the ash's roots as Debbie tried to break away. These , awful young men were doing such terrible things to her. And what was worse was that she was secretly enjoying them! "Is she good?"
"Go on, Brother, feed her, feel her gobble your cock up," Byron answered, throwing back his handsome head and laughing loudly.
Debbie burned with shame. They were talking about her as if she were some kind of gutter slut. She was their cousin, their own flesh and blood, and they were doing this to her!
"No!"
From the distance she could hear a plane droning far overhead. A faint breeze started up again, rustling the leaves and pushing some grass against her thighs. Jack came over, running his hands over her body. Debbie tensed, holding her breath and rolling her eyes as she tried to get a better look at her tormentor.
"Oh yeah, yeah, and to think we're the first ones to fuck her. No wonder she's so Goddamned hot! Probably been thinking about all those guys she wanted to have on top of her drillin' her cross-eyed, and not havin' a one! Well," Jack said, bobbing his head up and down and smirking at her, "you're gonna have more 'n your share before we get through with you."
Debbie breathed with whistling sounds through her nostrils, wondering what further degradation would be used against her. She felt his rough hands on her hips, moving her ass out and up. He was positioning her. The girl heard his breathing becoming more irregular. He was saying something to his brother about what a nice ass she had and about how he couldn't decide whether to fuck her in the cunt or up the ass! "No, no, no!"
His hands grabbed her hip bones roughly. Debbie stiffened, chewing against the tree as she felt his long hard cock drilling into her. If anything Jack was larger than his brother. Debbie shrieked, feeling as if her cousin were tearing her body right down the middle. She felt as if she were being shish kebabed all the way up to her pounding heart. The giant pole of flesh and muscle tugged at her cuntal lining, pulling back, making her outer cunt labes pucker out, then shoving back in inch by thick, pulsing inch!
"Uhhhggg.. .yaghghghh!"
Her cuntal muscles tightened, clenching down on the fat invader. The cramping sent painful throbs racing through her body, taking Debbie's breath away. She cried out, snapping her head from side to side, the pain growing worse. Jack only laughed more loudly at her, biting her neck as his brother had done and pressing his knees hard up against the backs of her legs. And all the while that awful tree was driving splinters into her belly.
"Aghghghhghh!" the girl screamed again, the pressure of her tightening cuntal walls releasing only for a moment, then chomping back down on the invading cock.
"Man, she's.. .uhhh.. .she's goin' nuts," Jack said, tossing his head from left to right, shaking off the excess perspiration. "Her cunt's chewin' on my cock."
"Told you she was one hell of a fuck," Byron said, scratching his head and grinning at the two locked in a fucking embrace. "She's gonna go nuts by the time we fuck her Goddamned brains out."
"Oh no, no!"
Jack's cock slipped in more. Debbie could almost feel the thick, blue rope-like veins pressing out against the tight-fitting cockskin. He was chugging that thing through her cunt, pulling back, then sticking it in deeper. All the time his thumbs and fingers bruised her flesh, shoving her body against the tree, pulling it back, then shoving it forward once again.
The girl writhed helplessly under him, agonizing to the pressure of the hot, searing pain in her cunt. Several times Debbie flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together in an attempt to force out the intruding prick. Byron's cock had for some reason caused her less distress than Jack's. Tears of pain oozed down her cheeks as Debbie felt every fleshy ridge of his cock-rod.
"Man.. .man, I could cum right now, shoot my load into this fuckin' bitch," Jack groaned.
His hands slipped up her body, the fingers reaching for her hard, rubbery tit nubs. Debbie groaned, grinding her teeth against one another as he pinched her tit tips between his thumbs and forefingers. He was squeezing them, rolling them around and around, digging his jagged nails into their rounded tips.
The girl thought she would piss from the pain and the excitement he caused. She backed up, rubbing the tops of her asscheeks against his hairy belly while her feet slipped again against the protruding ash tree roots. She took a deep breath and held it until her head spun as Jack shoved the fat cock deeper into her pussy.
Jack flexed again. Debbie went limp, giving up fighting him. She still held her breath, feeling that fat cock-rod slowly pull out, sucking out her guts with the resulting vacuum. It eased back, letting her feel the extent of her soreness inside. And then, when she thought he was going to pull all the way out, he stopped, tensing his leg muscles against hers, shoving his cock back in. Now it began. He was easing it into her, finally fucking her.
The slow, rhythmic pounding commenced as he stuck it in again and again. Debbie groaned, feeling his hips rotating from side to side against her full, soft, sweat-stained ass. He was forcing her cunt to stretch more and more, making it wider with every solid fucking thrust. And there was nothing the girl could do to stop him. Her fingernails scratched against the tree, peeling more bark away from the ash as the horrible rape went on.
"Man, this bitch is hot! Christ, she's gonna cook my cock the way she's goin' at it," Jack said, slowing down for the second time. She felt his fingers reach up again for her nipples, tearing at them, squeezing the nubs cruelly.
"Eeaaagghghghg!"
Savage, awful rape! And then Jack was slipping his left hand down to the small of her back, his fingers pinching her, then slipping down to her-her asshole! She groaned, snapping her hips forward, nearly pulling free of that drilling cockmuscle. He had her pinned against the tree so she couldn't move any more! And that finger, that awful finger was circling around her asshole, the nail trailing along the wrinkled gray /pink flesh.
Debbie stiffened, her mind following the slow, teasing trail of that offending digit.
Then she felt his finger stiffen, the nail moving over to the center of her puckered, tiny asshole. The girl opened her mouth, letting out a rush of air while her face took on an expression of terrified concentration.
She stared beyond the ash tree into the dark green forest cocooning them, feeling that jagged nail slipping beyond the folds of her ass, slipping down, down into her shitter. She cried out, snapping her thighs to the left, then jerking them to the right, shifting them, tearing her flesh against the harsh tree bark while Jack slipped his finger into her asshole.
"Hurt, baby?"
"Oh yes, yes," she foolishly confessed, shaking the tears from her face.
"Then try some of this!"
"Ughghh.. .yaghghghg!"
He slipped his finger into the second joint, fucking her with that horrid digit as if it were a tiny cock. Involuntarily she felt herself flexing the muscles in her ass chute. She felt that finger moving in and out, in and out while his knuckles rubbed steadily against the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks.
"Man, man, she digs gettin' fucked up the ass as well as her cunt!" Jack groaned, closing his eyes and catching his breath.
Debbie heard him moan and felt his body shaking and shuddering against hers. He was touching her lightly now with his chest, pulling back and keeping his cock steady inside her pussy. She could feel it jerking around, twitching and writhing. Even in her inexperience the girl knew he was close to shooting off and he wanted to keep his load as long as he could.
"Yeah, better," he sighed.
"Ohhhhhh
Jack kept reaming his finger in and out of her asshole, starting to fuck her cunt at the same time. Fucked at both ends! Her cousins had said something about that earlier and now Jack was doing it! Debbie clawed her nails against the tree once more, feeling several of them break from the pressure as her stud cousin fucked her mindless.
Then Jack pulled his finger out of her ass, pushing his hands back up, squeezing her nipples, making her belly tighten from the pressure against her nubs. Debbie gasped, her mind settling into a dim, red haze of semi-consciousness. He was stroking his cock into her more brutally, the plum-like head sliding back and forth inside her heated cunthole. His soft balls kept on slapping against her clit, making it tingle while his fingers kept twisting and wrenching at her nipples.
Debbie cried out, tears running down her cheeks as she felt his cock swell up inside her. Her soft whimpering became loud sobs as she started fully enjoying what her cousins were doing to her. Oh yes, yes, she love it now, felt it become better and better as the seconds ticked by. Yes, yes, she thought to herself, the brutal stabs of her cousin's cock were driving her higher and higher up the wall. She moved her ass around, stroking up against every one of his fucking thrusts.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jack gasped at her, his hands still flat against her hips. "That's the way, Debbie baby. Come on, move that fuckin' ass. Yeah, move it, move it like that!"
Jack didn't have to tell her how to move now. Instinct, pure animal instinct, took over. She felt the endlessly moving cock chugging through her cunt, sliding back and forth, pressing against her clit and driving her into a wild state of excitement.
"Come on, fuck it out, fuck it out!"
Jack pounded his cock even faster, the white jizz boiling in his dangling nuts. Debbie was just as ready as he was, her body tensing, tightening up against the rodding cock. The girl was going wild with sensation. She felt explosions starting up in her seething cunt while Jack's hands gripped her ass all the more tightly. He was squeezing, kneading, pulling, tugging hard. And then once more, wild with excitement, he shoved that offending forefinger back into her sweaty asscrack, digging hard and cruelly into the tiny pucker of her ass. "Nooooo!"
Debbie felt her body coming unglued. Jack was muttering something, his groans turning into near-screams of joy as he hosed his jizz into her cunt. Again and again she felt her cousin's spunk spatter into her, burning like acid into her pussy. Again and again the girl felt her cuntal muscles clenching down on the fat cock, holding it tightly while more and more jizz filled her pussy. Debbie cried and sobbed, her fingers flailing away at the tree bark. If only she could hold her cousin, throw her legs around him and strap him against her body.
"Uhhhhh . . . "
She sucked in her breath and jerked her head up while thrusting her shoulders back, straightening her spine. At the same time Debbie stretched her tits and ripped them along the rough bark. Oh, how good it was. And all the while his cock drenched her, drilled her, filled her cunt to overflowing.
"Uhhhh, baby, baby," Jack groaned, leaning heavily against her.
"Come on, Brother, we gotta fix it so she ain't gonna squeal on us," Byron said, putting one hand on his brother's shoulder and pulling him away.
"Hey, man, I'm still shootin'. Gimme a break," Jack snapped, shrugging away from the hold.
"Okay, okay," Byron said, holding one hand up. "But it's gettin' dark and we'd better get home before the folks wonder where the fuck we are."
"Yeah, yeah," Jack said, reluctantly pulling free of the girl.
Debbie shivered, feeling the steady withdrawal of that softening prick. What next? Oh please God, let them let me go, the blonde teen prayed as Jack staggered back and hoisted his Levi's.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Wanna slit her tits?"
Debbie shivered, twisting her head around and seeing with horror both boys with knives in their hands! She wanted to scream, but her vocal chords were paralyzed with terror.
"Maybe we can carve our initials on her ass.. .you know, on each ass-cheek?"
Debbie stayed numb, calm. She wouldn't let herself become hysterical. They wouldn't hurt her, would they? After all, she was family. They were just trying to scare her.
"Hold her down, Jack. I want to be first."
Byron and his brother pulled the rope free around her wrists, taking the struggling, whimpering girl down from the tree and flipping her down onto her back.
"No, no, stop! Oh God, you've already raped me!" she sobbed, still feeling that stretched, wet sensation inside her. "Don't do anything more."
They only laughed, knocking her back down to the ground. Byron struck her hard against the chin, stunning her into submission for a moment. Byron was first crawling over her and sitting on her belly. It was awful, especially the way he was holding the knife to her throat.
"Maybe I want to hear you squeal.. .you know, like a gutted pig."
Debbie raised her head, her eyes wide and focused on the knife, her lower lip quivering. Her cousins had gone mad! After having raped her in that foul way, they were now terrorizing her with knives!
"No, oh please," she whispered, perspiration once again shining over her flesh.
Debbie was afraid to make a move as she felt the blade moving as if by its own power. The shining blade lightly shaved flesh from just below her chin to the hollow of her throat. He was moving it toward her right tit. She could feel the slight pressure in her cleavage. The edge cut lightly, creating a narrow groove without drawing any blood.
"Yaghghghghghh!"
Debbie threw her head back, screaming from the tension that was driving her mad. She could have died having them do this to her. And still they kept on, still they taunted her with their cruelty!
"How do you know we're not one of those people who kill girls for kicks and then bury them somewhere?" Byron said, holding the knife against her windpipe, pressing the flat of the flesh-warmed blade against her skin. "We could kill you and then dump the body somewhere around here. It'd be years before so anybody found you."
"You wouldn't!" she gasped. "Why not?"
Byron laughed, making a tiny slit in her smooth, rounded tit. Her heels beat down against the earth, the movement scattering the gnarled brown and gray twigs surrounding them. Her asscheeks stirred the dust, the motion squeezing mud into her asscrack. Again the girl screamed, her voice dulled by the surrounding forest. She just couldn't free herself. She felt that horrid knife tracing a winding path to her nipple. Byron was taking his time, enjoying her increasing terror, the sensation of her body writhing under him.
"You gonna tell anything about this to anyone?" Byron said, hissing through his teeth.
"No, no, I swear!" she panted, her eyes wide with terror.
"You're not gonna spill this out to my old man or old lady?" Jack said, peering over his brother's shoulder, enjoying this little game.
"No! I promise!" She groaned.
"You believe her?"
"Yeah, guess so," Jack said reluctantly, laying another hand on his brother's shoulder. "Oh God, no, no!"
Byron kept the blade tip pointed at her nipple. It advanced, triggering a myriad of pleasure/pain sensations throughout her body. The blade didn't even pierce the flesh. But that sharp blade was turning her on, making her hot all over again. She beat the ground with her ass, squeezing, bearing down on her bloated clit, surprised and shocked at the feelings racing through her and yet floating along with them. The more her cousin tormented her, the more she secretly wanted.
"She likes it," he said with contempt. "We can't have that, huh? We gotta teach this little bitch a lesson, as well as know she ain't gonna talk."
Debbie's face was red and contorted. Her eyelids were clenched, her cheeks sunken, her lips drawn tight across her teeth. Her jaw dropped and saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth. Byron paused for a second, taking in a deep breath, pricking that nipple with the razor-sharp blade. Debbie drew her knees tightly together, squeezing and bearing down hard, feeling another orgasm exploding between her tightening thighs. She was cumming!
"Uhhhhhhh .
"Okay, man, the bitch ain't gonna talk, are you, baby?" Jack said, bending down and curling his fingers around several strands of her blonde hair. He yanked up, tearing several hairs from their roots. Debbie groaned, her eyelids blinking rapidly as she shook her head.
"No, I promise, I promise . . . "
"Okay, man, okay, let 'er go. We gotta get 'er dressed and back to home. Another thing, baby," Jack said as his brother climbed off her. "We're gonna be callin' on you more 'n once. You'd better come fast."
"Yeah, fast . . . like a dog, a bitch dog," Byron said, his voice registering the disappointment of having to let her go early.
"Yes, yes, anything . . . "
Debbie drew herself up, drawing one leg over the other, feeling Jack's and Byron's cum oozing from her violated cuntal slit.
"Okay, get dressed, Debbie. And remember," Byron said, folding the knife away and sliding it into his back pocket. "You keep that fuckin' mouth of yours shut or you'll pay, and pay hard."
The girl nodded her head, stretching her right hand out and pulling her dress toward her. She dressed quickly, drawing her garment over her body, leaving her bra and panties to her cousins who were stuffing them in their jeans like trophies. Picking herself up, Debbie climbed back up the ravine, feeling Jack's hands against her ass. More than once he stuck his fingers into her juicy cunt, laughing when she squealed and her feet slipped madly along the wet ground. Once she fell back, her ass settling on his face. She felt his tongue squeezing into her asscrack while two fingers jammed into her pussy up to his knuckles. It was all she could do to keep climbing.
When they reached the grounds of the house, Jack took Debbie by the hand, holding her hard.
"Remember, not a fuckin' word. Now you climb into your room through the back way and clean up. You look like hell," he said, pushing away strands of her blonde hair and kissing her lustily along the back of her neck.
Debbie shrank away, crossing her arms over her tits and walking from her cousins. The lights in the two-story white frame house looked so inviting! Inside her aunt was preparing dinner, bustling around while her uncle read the evening paper. Everything was as it should be-except neither knew what kind of devils their sons had turned out to be.
Debbie reached her room by coming in through the rear parlor, tip-toeing past the kitchen where pleasant aromas of dinner attracted her nostrils. Rushing up the stairs, she made it unseen to her room, closing her door and flinging herself belly down on the big queen-sized bed. She curled her fingers and beat them again and again against the bed. She had done it, fucked a man, fucked two men-and she had enjoyed it! The worst things of all were the feelings those brutal . rapes had stirred with in her. Finally she stopped crying, resting one side of her flushed face against the pillow while curling her knees up to her tits in the fetal position. Rubbing the tears from her eyes, Debbie stared into the graying darkness surrounding her.
Now, in the privacy and safety of her room she could think about it, think of the pleasant feelings that Jack's beating, Byron's fucking, and that awful knife had created. Was she that depraved, that self-destructive? It seemed so. It seemed the rougher and more brutally they had treated her, the more excited she had become.
"My God, help me . . . "
Debbie hugged herself more tightly as she thought of the two cousins roping her to the tree, flogging her, then fucking her like a wild woman. How she had loved it, loved the sensation of being helpless, of having her naked body pummeled again and again by that tree, by their bodies, and by the black burning leather that seared her flesh over and over. And all the while her clit had swelled, burst, then swelled again, overflowing with lust. Jack and Byron had exploited her perverse feelings and as she lay quietly there in bed, shuddering with emotion, Debbie knew she would want something like that to happen to her again soon.
Dinner that evening went quietly, her eyes cast modestly down. She had excused her silence, telling her inquiring aunt she was feeling a bit under the weather, possibly the flu. It was a good enough excuse, and one that brought smirks from Byron and Jack sitting opposite her.
The next two days went along deceptively quietly enough. Both boys were busy with chores in her uncle's fields to the north. Debbie hardly saw them as she helped her aunt around the house, catching a glimpse of the two studs only late at night when they trundled in from the fields with her uncle Jim looking hot and tired. She sat there curled before the droning television set, wondering when they would notice her again. And wondering if she shouldn't thank her lucky stars that they were too tired to try anything. Four more days and she would be back in L.A., safely away from those two who had raped and beaten her.
On the third day the work in the fields stopped because Uncle Jim and Aunt Martha had to go into town. It was something about a buyer for the property, a course of action the boys vigorously disapproved of but her uncle pursued in spite of their objections.
"You'll be fine here, dear," Aunt Martha said, patting her on the cheek. "The boys are around here to keep you company. If we're late just pop something in the oven. Plenty of leftovers in the fridge."
And then Aunt Martha was climbing into the car and closing the door tightly behind her. Debbie hesitated, wanting to climb in with her aunt and uncle, only restraining herself at the last moment. No, she was going to stay here, stay here with her cousins and-and do what?
"I'll be all right," she said, smiling and stepping back as the car wheeled about and left in a small cloud of dust.
Debbie pushed back her hair, reaching around and tugging up the tight-fitting halter she'd donned earlier. It was growing very, very hot and the electric-blue shorts clinging to her thighs were already starting to dampen from her sweat. She turned around, shading her eyes against the sun and peering forward. No, no sight of Byron and Jack. But she knew they were there.
Debbie walked slowly, her sandaled feet kicking up small puffs of dust to either side of her body. Again she thought of the boys, of the way they had treated her, beating and fucking her. Her flesh chilled in spite of the heat as her memory drifted back three days. She could still feel Bryon's heavy hand against her body, his cock drilling her. And that savage way he'd stared at her! She shrank even to think of it now as she walked back to the house. "Oh!"
Debbie stopped short of the porch, two shadows suddenly cast in front of her. Byron and Jack! They were standing there wearing their straw cowboy hats pushed back on their heads. Both were grinning at her. She knew what they wanted. Neither had to say a word.
"I'm going in," she said, not believing for an instant that they were going to let her pass into the relative safety of the big house.
"Not for a while."
"What?"
"Think this little girl needs a little cock to straighten her out. You don't say no to me or my brother when we wanna fuck you. Remember what we told you out in the ravine?" Byron said, pointing his finger behind him. "When we call, you jump."
Debbie lowered her eyes in shame. She had turned into their private whore. Her cheeks flushed. Looking up again, she could see her uncle's car disappearing on the horizon. How she wished she had gone with them!
"Now you're gonna jump, baby, and we're gonna give you the stuff to leap with!" Byron concluded, sniggering at her increasing discomfort.
"Let's take her downstairs to the cellar.
That way we can see if mom and dad come back sooner 'n we thought," Jack suggested, nodding at the opened slanted double doors resting against the house.
"Yeah, good idea. Come on, bitch. Come on, hot cunt. We got somethin' down there for you."
Byron pushed her roughly between the shoulders. She stumbled, caught her balance, then stumbled again when Jack purposely tripped her. Steadying herself, Debbie climbed down the narrow wooden cellar steps sideways, the darkness engulfing her until Jack switched on a small yellow bulb fastened into the ceiling.
It was pleasantly cool and damp down here and the smell of vegetables filled the air. Byron followed the two of them, closing the doors, then switching on another bulb.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered.
Trembling with anticipation and fear, Debbie did as she was told, unhooking her halter and skinning it down over her shoulders. She gasped, enjoying the shockingly good feeling of letting her tits swinging free.
"Yeah, those tits feel real good, 'specially them nipples against my fingers," Byron said, rubbing his fingers together in remembrance.
"Nice ass too. Remember how good it felt fucking her, them asscheeks rubbin' up against your belly?" Jack followed, rubbing his fingers over his cock and squeezing the meaty head through his Levi's. "Yeah, and it's gonna happen again-later," he added.
Debbie hooked her icy fingers around her briefs and pushed down, stepping from the shorts after having slipped from her sandals. There, they had want they wanted! She had taken off her clothes and now stood before them, her hands modestly folded in front of her, the fingers covering her pussy.
"Over here."
Byron pushed her forward again. Once she bumped her shins painfully against an overturned crate. Debbie winced and bent down to rub her injured ankle only to receive a slap on her ass for slowing down.
Straightening up quickly, she moved up near the white water heater. Jack told her to stop, moving over toward an old beaten-up wooden chest. Pulling open the second drawer, the young man fished out what appeared to be a cross bar. Byron had dragged out a set of chains stowed apparently under the water heater, handing them to his brother. The two boys worked quickly, attaching the bar to a small hook screwed into one of the rotting overhead beams of the cellar. Debbie watched silently, wondering how the boys could have gotten away with all this without their parents noticing. "Over here."
She blushed, her eyes downcast from the shame she felt at her growing arousal. Even without knowing exactly what they were going to do, the dangling cross bar overhead and its accompanying chains told her enough. Byron pulled the bar out and secured it more tightly to the overhead hook. As Debbie approached him, he adjusted the bar, lowering it to fit her small five-foot-four height.
"On your back," he ordered.
She hesitated just a second. Then Jack slapped her hard across the right cheek, back handing her, the force of those blows nearly dislocating her neck. She staggered from those slaps, tears springing to her eyes as she rubbed her injured cheeks with both hands. There was no time for tears. If she hesitated again they would beat her more. Fighting back the sobs, Debbie did as she was told.
"Spread your legs.. .come on, I said spread 'em! You ain't no virgin no more so I can't see why you're so fuckin' modest."
Again the girl did a she was ordered, cringing as the cold cement floor bruised her shoulders. Byron was jerking her legs up, brutally twisting her ankles to fit the manacles attached to the cross bar. They had created a miniature torture device right here on the ranch, right here under the unsuspecting noses of their mother and father! Debbie was flabbergasted by their boldness. "Uhhhhh!"
Byron purposely hurt her legs, clamping the manacles shut. Debbie felt a tugging feeling at her thighs and calves. They had her in that awkward position purposely. Both brothers stepped back and grinned at the hanging girl, Byron finally moving once more and raising the cross bar until the weight of her body was balanced on her shoulders. Debbie felt the weight tugging at her thighs, hurting her all over. Her ass clenched and her tits rolled up against her chin.
"Think she's gonna need a hotter pussy than she's got?" Jack inquired, arching his eyebrows and grinning knowingly at his brother.
"Yeah. A girl can always use a little help," Byron shot back, reaching in his back pocket and pulling out something he'd obviously planted there earlier. He held them in front of her, two small slim cylinders. Debbie focused her eyes on the brightly colored things then nearly screamed as she realized they were firecrackers!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Holy Mother, no, no, no."
Debbie trembled, appalled at the very idea of what they were going to do to her! She strained against her rattling bonds, beating the floor with her fists and jerking her legs back. They would tear her cunt apart with those things and ruin her for life.
"Oh God, don't do that to me! Oh please, don't hurt me with those . . . oh no!"
Debbie bawled and sobbed, her face reddening in terror and the effort of twisting in the chains. Byron ignored her pleas for mercy, jamming one cylinder in her clenched cunt.
The sharp thrust made her wince with pain and then he twisted it around and around, purposely moving it up until the dampening paper rested against her clit. Debbie felt something stewing oddly in her. Could she be feeling arousal, feeling sexual excitement stirring inside her from these awful things?
Putting one hand down around her hip bone, Byron jammed the second cracker in her asshole, twisting it down until it was fitted tightly into her. Pulling a gold packet of matches from his right pocket, the young stud flipped out one match and struck it against the front cover. A bright blue flame appeared, making Debbie cringe. The frightened, horrified girl felt as if she were being led to her death.
"Oh no, no, don't . . . "
Her cries died in the thickening atmosphere of the tiny room. Byron said something about her having a hotter cunt after this was over, then lit both firecrackers. The fuses were slow-burning and she lay there and prayed, the flames drawing nearer. She could hear the firecrackers sputtering and felt the burning pieces of paper singeing her flesh on her cunt and asshole.
"No, no!"
The girl jerked back, moving her hands up as if to pull out those horrid things. But Byron stepped on her fingers before she had a chance to move, warning her that he'd break her hands if she tried anything. Debbie knew what that meant and resigned herself to the inevitable. She tugged at the cross bar, feeling it swing slightly from the move. The more she tugged, the more those manacles dug into her ankles. There was nothing more she could do except feel the growing heat penetrating her cunt, her ass. Then the powder exploded, sending showers of sparks into her.
"Eayygghghghhghghhahghgh!"
Thousands of burning needles jabbed into her pussy and ass. Debbie jerked her body backward violently, her legs tearing at the clanking, rattling chains. She screamed over and over again, her hands jerking immediately to her pussy. She rubbed her palms over the injured cunt, smelling her burning pussy-hairs and wondering if those horrible things had ruined her.
She jerked her hips and ass, her shoulders beating against the floor. The young girl tightened her crotch and ass, trying to smother the fire with her moist cuntal sheath and asshole. But still those fires raged, scalding her until she lost consciousness. Oh, how good it was to faint, to pass out. But in the moment before unconsciousness overtook her Debbie felt movement in her pussy while her clit flinched. It wasn't exactly an orgasm but it was close.
"God, oh my God," she moaned, passing quickly into a faint.
Byron threw water over her body several moments later and Debbie awoke with a start, coughing and sputtering, shaking with terror and pain. For a moment she had forgotten the terrible ordeal she'd undergone. Then the burning sensation made itself known again and Debbie groaned with agony.
"You wanna send some current up her cunt?" Jack asked, nodding at the suspended girl.
"Not yet, man. Gotta save somethin' for later. Let's hose the pig down before fuckin' her," Byron suggested, kicking his empty pail to one side.
Debbie felt them open the manacles on her ankles and her legs fell to the floor with a thud. Mutely she thanked them, feeling Jack slide his hands under her arms and haul her up from the wet, concrete floor.
"Back upstairs, baby. Back up the stairs," he said, swatting her hard on both asscheeks.
Debbie fought down the squeal, her bare feet slipping on the wooden steps. Byron gave her no quarter, slapping her again and again until she scrambled to her feet and stumbled into the blinding brightness of the mid-afternoon sun. Debbie covered her eyes with one hand, feeling so vulnerable, and naked out here as a breeze lifted her long, silky hair off her narrow shoulders.
Byron flung her halter and shorts into her face and she held them gratefully to her body, peering around, wondering if any of those casual laborers her uncle had hired to help were around anywhere. Oh, what a scene that would cause! How would her dear cousins explain something like that to their parents?
"There!"
Jack was pointing to a spot just behind the house. Carefully Debbie picked her way past her aunt's small flower garden, eying her cousins warily. Byron was holding the large green plastic garden hose, directing the nozzle at her. She stopped and turned, facing her cousins as if they were a firing squad.
Her eyes widened, her mouth opened and a sharp cry shot out as a blast of cold water hit her squarely in the belly. She dropped her clothes, flinging both arms around herself and hugging her body. It was such a contrast to the exploding heat that had shocked her flesh earlier! Debbie stumbled back, her feet sliding in the dirt that quickly turned to mud under the onslaught.
"Thought we'd cool you down now, since that fuckin' firecracker stoked up your cunt."
Debbie twisted her face away as the spray stung into her eyes. Her hands shot up to her face, the fingertips pressing against her eyelids as Byron moved the stinging spray up and down from her chin to her forehead. She staggered back, her feet slipping once more. With a groan Debbie felt herself falling to the wet ground below.
Gallons of mud slopped up around her body and she felt like a rutting pig, her hands sinking into the filth. Both boys laughed, aiming the spray in front of her and sending a shower of filth into her face. The girl pitched back, her asscheeks falling hard into the slime. She groaned, feeling the cold, wet mud oozing into her asscrack.
"We wash cows like this for shipment," Byron said, hosing down her thighs then directing the stream back at her face.
The power of the water distended her lips and shot into her nostrils, driving out any air. Debbie screamed, twisting around on her belly, afraid they were going to drown her. She pressed her belly against the slimy ground, crawling, her hair tangling around her throat. She had never been so shamed in her life!
"Right up the old asshole," Byron said, squinting as he moved the nozzle slightly to the right and shot the stinging spray into her ass.
"Eaghghghghhg!"
The girl's knees shot out, her legs kicking to either side as the spray puckered her asshole in. It was like getting a super-powered enema! Debbie crawled forward, her elbows sinking into the mud, her tits dragging over the ground as she tried wildly to get away from the awful spraying water.
The brothers were laughing at her, moving around in front, kicking the green hose around to give them more room. When she reached her aunt's flower garden again, Byron shot the hosing water back in her face, the force of it knocking her backward. She tumbled around, her flesh caked with mud, her head spinning around and around as the two boys continued to torment her.
"No, oh.. .ughhh . . . oh please, don't . . . oh don't do this!" she screamed.
The mud sucked at her feet as she wallowed forward. Another blast-this one right past her asshole and into her cunt. The shocking chill of the water made Debbie jerk as if someone had shocked her. She rolled over onto her belly, her tits slapping wetly together. Byron took advantage of that move and dropped the spray down, centering it directly on her pussy.
"No, oh God no!"
Debbie stared wide-eyed at the brothers, shooting her hands down over her cunt, covering it with her fingers protectively. But something weird was happening, something that made her rub her fingers up and down, pressing her palm against her clit.
"She likes it. You can see it, man, she's goin' for it!" Byron said, swallowing hard as he moved the spray up and down with soft, almost fucking movements. -
Debbie curled her fingers, tracing the tips along her rubbery cunt labia as the droplets stung against her clit. Byron was hosing down her thighs now, purposely keeping the main stream of the water away from her pussy. Debbie ground her teeth together, hunching up, trying to get that stream of water back against her pussy. What had they done to her? She had run from them in the first place and now she wanted more of their torment, more of their degradation! "There, baby."
The water dropped back into her cunt, the stream making her cuntal walls flutter while the droplets stung heavily against her clit. Debbie screamed, her knees jerking apart, her hands flying to either side of her body. She pranced her ass into the mud, her heels dragging over the ground. She was climaxing on the water, fucking the stream, throwing her head from side to side while Bryon kept that stream directed at her pussy.
"Ughghhhh . . . "
She moved backward, dragging her legs in front of her, hardly able to crawl as the cold water kept on splashing against her thighs. She couldn't take much more of this. She was close to the point of exhaustion, her head throbbing so hard it hurt!
"You ain't gettin' away with this so easy, baby."
Byron put down the hose, his brother rushing over to the side of the house to turn it off. Debbie climbed to the edge of the mud hole Jack and Byron had created, pulling herself from the slime, feeling as if her world had just come to a crashing halt. She was exhausted and her knotted muscles ached from the tension. Those firecrackers! And then finally that awful stream of water!
She had to get some rest, some sleep, some escape from these animals. But they had only begun their torture. It was early and everyone knew her aunt and uncle wouldn't be back for hours. By that time Byron and Jack could flail her alive!
"Jump, baby," Byron said, clapping his hands near her ear.
Debbie shrank away from him, her forehead furrowing with fear and anger.
"I can't. I'm too tired," she whined, drawing farther away.
"I told you before, when I say jump you do it!" Byron said, his voice trembling with anger. Debbie watched with growing apprehension as she saw Byron turn and smile grimly to his brother. "Looks like we ain't taught her right."
"Aw, that's a shame," Jack said with mock disappointment. "After all the crap we've put her through I thought she'd pay better attention to us."
"Too bad, baby. You still got a long way to go before you're trained."
Debbie scooted back, shaking the last of the mud from her body, looking from one brother to the other.
"Why are you doing this to me? In the name of God, why?" she wailed, wiping the tears from her eyes and staring hotly at Byron and Jack.
Neither answered her, taking one step, then two, toward her. The girl panicked, turning around and running like an animal on all fours. Her supple ass jiggled while her tits nearly dragged on the ground. She slipped and grunted, scraping her knees before picking herself up once more and running on two legs toward the house. One of the boys picked up a stone and hurled it at her, the sharp chip striking her naked left thigh hard.
"Owwwwww!"
Debbie slipped off balance, her body twisting around and rolling. Pushing the hair from her eyes, coughing from the dust sifting into her throat, she saw Byron and Jack approaching her once more with their doubled leather belts in their hands.
It was a nightmare!
Terror knifed through her just as it had earlier. There was nothing she could say or do to prevent them from pursuing her.
"No! No!"
Debbie shrieked, drawing her hands over her face and tucking her legs under her ass. Every inch of her was exposed. She could almost felt the burning kiss of the leather as both Byron and Jack approached her.
"Don't do this . . . oh please, don't do this, don't hurt me," Debbie begged.
But the more she pleaded, the more excited the brothers became. Her mind simply couldn't understand the depths these two young men could sink to.
"No!"
She slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the two boys. Again she bolted, her fingers clawing at the loose dirt, her legs slipping, catching, then slipping once more over the damp ground. Byron was playing with her, throwing another stone and knocking her to her face. He took shorter steps so he wouldn't overtake her too quickly. He played her the way a fisherman plays his catch, giving some ground, then moving in faster.
A light breeze blew the hair in her face. She choked, pushing the offending strands away, searching wildly for some path of safety. She was breathing faster, her lungs burning and threatening to burst. When Byron snapped his belt in the air, Debbie jerked away, rolling around and finding suddenly that her hair seemed snagged on something. She turned her head to see what it was. Her aunt's rose bushes! She was hopelessly trapped in front of them. Wildly she pulled and tugged but the strands held firm, tearing slightly but not giving way.
Byron laughed.
"It's all over now. All over."
He snapped his belt, raising his right arm in the air. At the same time Jack followed suit, standing on the other side of the trembling girl. Debbie wailed, her arms flailing as she tried to cover herself all over. But it was impossible to hide her ass, her thighs, and her tits while Jack and Byron flailed her. Byron was first, bringing the belt down. It snapped hard, burning the flesh along her ribs.
"Agghghhgh!"
Debbie squealed loudly, her legs jerking away from the leather weapon. Again the girl tried pulling her hair free of the bushes, and again she failed. Rolling her eyes up, she watched as those belts jerked in the air, snapping. Jack's belt came down next, the end snapping just below her left tit. The resulting hot pain was too much. With another sharp cry Debbie pulled free of the rose bushes, scooting away only to be stopped by a low fence post.
"No, oh no!"
Debbie was helpless. Her fright registered that fact, but left her unable to protect herself. It was useless, almost a joke for her to try to cover herself with her hands. Jack and Byron were going to do anything they pleased with her, and all the protection in the world she could muster now couldn't help.
Byron's belt lashed down against her right ass-cheek, making the resilient white flesh jiggle. She screamed, rubbing the injured spot with one hand. Jack took advantage of this moment and brought the belt down on her other ass-cheek. Byron and Jack. Byron and Jack. Alternately they beat her asscheeks, their belts reddening her white flesh quickly, making Debbie sob and beg for mercy.
"Oh! Oh! Oh no, don't.. .uhhhh.. .yeeeyyeaghghhh . . . no, stop it!"
Rhythmically the leather slapped and bit into her thighs and ass, sending bolts of hot, piercing pain/pleasure rushing through her body. At the same time a kind of tensing warmth exploded in her cunt, spreading through her body, making her wonder how far the sensation would travel and how she was going to react.
"Ughhh . . . "
Again the tips of the belts caught the lower swells of her asscheeks as she turned on her face. Panic swelled as the two brothers paused. Were they stopping only for breath or was this something else, a new change of attack, something more hideous for her to endure?
Byron grunted and his belt came down, tearing across her lower back. Debbie screamed, recoiling. For an instant she felt dizzy, holding one side of her head, still keeping her eyes on the swinging leather belts.
"Turn around, baby. You heard me, turn around and get on your ass."
Wiping more tears from her eyes, Debbie did as she was told. She could feel the dry dirt working into her asshole as she rolled about, watching as jack and Byron positioned themselves in front of her. Jack was first this time, snapping the belt near her ear then bringing it down just to the right of her cunt. The sudden hot stinging sensation made her pussy muscles contract. It was as if someone had sprayed a fine mist of burning gasoline right into her cunt. Debbie winced, scooting back a little, her fingers curling and sinking into the soft dirt.
Jack was next, bringing the belt down just above her clit. Debbie thought the world had blown to pieces. She yowled, hunching her thighs up and drawing her knees together, rolling onto her left side. Sparks of incredible goodness showered into her cunt, taking her breath away.
"Oh no, no, no," Debbie pleaded, covering her pussy with both hands.
Then the boys rested again, throwing down their belts. In a way Debbie was glad. But this pause only meant that soon there would be some new horror for her to contend with. How she wished she could just sink into the earth forever!
CHAPTER SIX
They had done so many things to her this time. They had tortured her with firecrackers, hosed her down like a pig, then dragged her outside only to beat her half senseless with leather belts. Now as she lay prostrate on the ground, staring helplessly up at her cousins, Debbie could only wonder what new hideous torture they were cooking up for her.
She didn't move one inch. Eyes unblinking, her pulse was rioting, scorching her veins even though she didn't dare speak one word. She felt that odd excited sensation, that came each time they humiliated her, take over her body. The sensation was like the first time Byron had fucked her, tearing her cherry with that dreadful spike. That had been an awesome, terrifying experience. This time the fear was much greater, the pleasure more satisfying, deeper, touching every inch of her cunt, it seemed. Every muscle and every nerve in her body seemed tensed, eager for some new degradation. Debbie held her head, unable to fathom why this was happening to her, why her body was reacting in this way!
"Uhhhhhh . . . "
"Finish up with the enema before we fuck the bitch," Byron suggested.
"Yeah, that's a good one. We just thought it up a couple of weeks ago, before you came here," Jack added, scratching his cock and balls through his Levi's.
"What?"
They picked her up again, scraping her from the ground as if she were some kind of vermin. Back down into the cellar, the tops of her toes scraping along the splintery wood. Her knees banged several times against the cellar walls as they shoved her roughly down the stairs. They had made her feel worthless, like a sack of shit. When she reached the bottom of the stairs again, Debbie stopped, holding her arms across her body. The hosing and her sweating had made her feel cold. Now in the damp underground room she shivered, her teeth chattering as Byron and Jack descended and locked the double doors once more. "Over there . . . by the cross bar" Not again! Oh please, not again! Were they going to string her up and beat her once more, her body hanging like a piece of unwanted meat? She hesitated, then moved quickly, fearing another beating. Jack pulled out a long piece of half-inch line and told Debbie to put her hands around a cement support pole just to the right of the still-hanging cross bar. She did as she was told, feeling him secure her wrists in much the same way he'd used to rope her to the ash tree earlier. She pulled several times, hoping the boy's tying skills had diminished somewhat. But no luck. He had secured her hands to the pole well and there she would stay until they had finished with her.
"Oh God," she gasped, throwing her head back and feeling a wave of fatigue sweep over her.
"Keep callin' out for God," Byron said, smirking at her. "I like hearin' that, hearin' you beggin' for me to stop. Makes me feel good."
Debbie stopped her twisting, feeling her head pounding violently, her heart racing. The girl was having trouble catching her breath. She twisted her head around, peering over one shoulder and gasping when she saw Byron rolling a large wooden cask toward her. What on earth were they going to do with that thing?
"Please . . . "
Debbie's body shivered again, her flesh puckering up into goose-pimples. She felt the skin tighten around her cuntlips while her asshole throbbed in time with her pussy. Debbie watched with fascination as Byron attached a long black rubber hose to what appeared to be a brass faucet, then attached a clamp near the tip of the faucet. There was a long steel nozzle at the other end of the hose, so making the whole assembly look something like an enema. Debbie found out soon enough that that was what it was!
"Gonna have a cool drink. Looks like you could use somethin' like that after bein' put through the paces," Byron said.
Debbie groaned, turning her head around and resting her forehead against the cool cement of the pillar. At the same time she realized to her dismay that her cunt was still hot, still creaming. And over what? No man had touched her-at least, not in any way a normal woman would feel excited about. And yet, Debbie felt that familiar itch of lust deep in her pussy.
"You're.. .you're all crazy," she panted, watching as Byron took the nozzle and began rubbing the cold metal against her flesh.
"Not me, baby. I ain't the one who's gettin' beat up and creamin' like crazy," he said.
To prove his point the young stud reached around and rubbed the tips of his fingers around her cunt. Debbie flinched, feeling the hard ends rubbing up" and down the sensitive ribbon of pussy flesh separating her outer cunt labes from her smaller, inner ones. He groaned, hunching into her, then pulled his fingers away, pressing the wet tips against her nose. He didn't have to do that. Debbie already knew the horrid truth-that she was very, very hot and very aroused.
The blonde teen pulled away, tugging at the ropes holding her wrists tightly against the cement pillar. Her feet slipped against the concrete floor, the coldness aching through her bare soles. She could smell the sour aroma of her aroused pussy on his fingers. Byron rubbed her face in it, laughing at her discomfort and shame, then finally pulling away from her.
Byron twisted that cold steel nozzle up into her asshole, shoving it down, down until only the bottom screw could be seen protruding from her pouting asscheeks.
"All the way," Jack said, taking over and pushing that thing in a little farther.
"Owwwwww!"
Debbie's legs jerked out, her knees striking the concrete pillar so hard she thought she might have broken them. Twice she tried tucking her ass away from the awful metal screw. But Byron and Jack had shoved that thing so far in only a shit would remove it. And Debbie wouldn't disgrace herself in that way.
"Gonna eat the little bitch for a while, while we fill up her bit," Jack said, sliding down, easing the girl's body away from the pole as he wedged himself between her thighs and the support column.
Debbie cried out, feeling his mouth, a man's mouth on her pussy while that hose dangled out from her asshole. And then she felt his hands pressing against her thighs, the thumb racing up to her clit where it strummed and played, turning her more and more into a sex machine.
Her chest rose up and down mightily as Jack began burrowing his tongue into her cunt, moving his head from side to side to increase the sensation of tongue-fucking. Through eyes blurred with hot, stinging tears the young girl felt something cold, something cold and wet start to rush in her ass.
"Beer, baby. Dad's been storin' this shit for a long time. He ain't gonna miss it-just part of one barrel."
"Beer?"
"You got it, baby. That's the way you're gonna get your drink-right through the old asshole," Jack said, pulling up from her cunt just for a second to see the horrified expression cross her face. And then he was back down, his hands grabbing her just below the knees, holding her legs apart while he growled and grunted.
"Ughhhh . . . no, stop it, stop!" But Debbie didn't really want him to stop eating her cunt. Oh no, no, it could have gone m on for hours, for all she cared. All thoughts of morality and decency had long since slipped away. Now she felt those moist lips sucking at her pussylips, that tongue burrowing down into her cunt, the nose pressing against her clit while Jack's fingers tugged and pressed against her clit. It was all too wonderful. Even that cold, rushing sensation of beer racing into her asshole was adding to the concentrated itchy ache pulsing through her cunt. She kept moaning, begging them to stop. But that was more a part of some game, something that really meant nothing while Jack ate and munched and sucked at her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Her body jumped, her ass jiggling as Byron increased the flow of the cold beer.
"That's it, baby, suck it up, gobble it down," he encouraged.
The girl's wrists were glowing red from the chafing and pulling against the restraining ropes. But her movements now weren't those of escape. They were of a young woman highly aroused, wanting to enjoy the feelings rushing through her and burning her mind and body as much as she could. Debbie drew her knees together once more, rubbing them against Jack's chin while he drilled his tongue into her hot, sucking pussy.
"Man, she's goin' for it. She's a slut-a
M super-hot slut wantin' a good hot cock again to take care of that itch. Right, baby?"
"Uh, no, no, you don't understand. You just don't understand," Debbie chanted.
He was right, of course, but she couldn't let him know. She just couldn't! She moved her body back and forth as much as she could, acquiring an erotic rhythm. The lips and tongue against her pussy were driving her up the wall, taking all rational thought away from her. She felt her inner flesh give way before the advancing tongue and fingers, She cried out again, bouncing against the pillar and Jack, then jerking her ass back as more and more beer began filling up her bowels.
She was becoming hottai and tighter. Debbie growled almost as loudly as Jack now, that tongue doing all sorts of things to her pussy. His mouth was making wet, sucking noises against her throbbing cuntmeat and she began making soft, fucking movements against his face, her ass jiggling with the motion. And all the while the pressure in her belly was increasing, getting more and more intense as the beer chugged down into her bowels.
Somehow it was all making her high, making her feel a little drunk. Jack tightened his grip around her thighs, digging his tongue into her and swirling it around and around while panting into her sweaty cuntal thatch. Debbie as thought she would die from the resulting sensation-fucked in the ass by that steel nozzle, her cunt rimmed by that wonderful tongue, her belly filled by the potent beer that kept on spilling into her bowels. "Ohhhhhh God!"
Debbie was high, dizzy with lust, the beer making her drunk. Her thin arms knotted while her legs swung back and forth, striking the pillar and Jack. But she didn't feel a thing, no pain as the pleasure of being fucked and sucked overwhelmed her. She could feel herself getting off with a maddening slowness, just the kind of slowness that she wanted. To be perched like this, teetering on the brink of orgasm and yet not pitching completely over was a wild, wonderful experience. Debbie sucked in more oxygen to feed her wriggling body, her nostrils burning.
"No, no!"
"Fuck it out, bitch!"
Debbie felt herself cumming with a fury now. She could feel the suction of her pussy trying to nurse Jack's wriggling tongue. She was drooling, tossing her head from side to side, feeling her long blonde hair sweeping over her jutting shoulder blades. Jack was fucking her with his fingers now while sucking her clit between the gap in his front teeth. She moved around like a maniac, loving the sensation of him eating her body. "Ughghhhh . . . "
Debbie groaned as the burning chills exploded through her. She curved her spine down, rubbing her belly and pussy against Jack, then jerking back and rubbing forward again. She wanted it all-his tongue, his mouth, his lips, everything playing with her pussy. And all the time his fingers fucked her and that beer fucked her ass, filling her to the bursting point.
"Nooooo!"
Each peaked explosion tore at her senses in slow motion. Debbie panted, biting her own flesh, throwing her head back and screaming obscenities. At the same time the girl squeezed her ass muscles around the enema nozzle, feeling the pleasure fade away only to return with even greater force.
The climax seemed to go on for hours. When it was through, the girl hung limply from the pole, her ass muscles relaxing. The nozzle was starting to slip out as beer sprayed out around her asshole and the steel tip.
"Take it out."
Byron reached around and tugged at the nozzle. At first it refused to slip away. Then gradually it slid out, making her asshole lips pucker out. There was an out rush of warm beer trickling down her thighs, warming her ankles, rushing over the tops of her feet. Debbie shuddered, closing her eyes and feeling that now-familiar rush of shame encase her.
"Now we fuck the bitch."
Someone was fumbling with the ropes, pulling her down from the pillar, dragging her half lifeless across the concrete basement floor and flinging her on a near-by old sofa. Opening her eyes, Debbie caught half-glimpses of Byron and Jack pulling their clothes off. Cocks, two cocks. She was half-dead from all the beating and they were going to fuck her!
"No, oh God!"
They waited-ten minutes perhaps, twenty-rubbing their cocks into her face, jacking off while rubbing strands of her hair against their cocks and balls, calling her hideous names and telling her what a cheap slut she was. Debbie winced at the insults, knowing that in a way they were true and yet fighting them for all she was worth.
"You've rested enough."
Byron was the first to climb in the saddle. Jack drew back, watching his brother slide on top of the protesting girl, watching Debbie disappear under those thick-muscled thighs.
"That's it, man, go in and fuck her," Jack whispered, throwing one arm across his brother's back as if to lock him in place. Moving in close, he stuck his cock between m
Debbie's and Byron's bodies. "Uhhhhh . . . "
The girl went wild. Nothing, she had thought, could possibly turn her on after her last climax. But the sensation of having two cocks probing their way over her body made her wild. She felt Byron's prick come to a halt on her thigh while Jack's was moving on up to her silky-haired cunt. Pushing up with her hips, she found the younger brother inching down to her pussy. As she rose up a little she spread her legs. The fat cuntlips were clenched tightly together, the crack where they met seeping rich pussy oil.
Debbie couldn't control herself, she just couldn't. She felt her cousin's knees spreading her open, shoving her apart. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth as Jack began playing with her asshole. Byron dropped his mouth onto hers, digging his tongue down her throat while nudging his cock at the juicy cuntal crack. The thick, spongy head rubbed back and forth, soon becoming slippery with his pre-cum and her juices.
"Oh yeah, baby, good, good pussy. Just like the last time, maybe even better. Yeahhh, and your ass . . . oh fuck, yeah, Deb, you're one hell of a fuck, and you dig bein' knocked around," he groaned in one ear, biting down on the lobe so hard she thought he was going to tear it away!
Debbie arched her spine, digging her head into the pillow behind her. She felt the cock jabbing at her fat cuntlips. The swollen labia were being forced apart by that bulbous wedge. Debbie sucked in her breath as she felt the thick hunk of cockmeat shove into her juicy cunt crack. Her cunt tingled and the pink, moist tissues squiggled together. And all the while inch by hard, throbbing inch of Byron's cock was going in, forcing into her pussy tunnel.
"Good?"
"Uhhhhhh," the girl moaned back, still ashamed to admit just how turned on she was.
"Ram it in the bitch, man!" Jack encouraged at their side. "Shove that hard cock in her cunt. She wants it bad, Byron."
"Can tell that," he grunted back. "She's gonna cook my cock up with that pussy if I'm not careful."
"Nooooo!"
The talk was driving her mad. Her cries of pleasure and pain sounded loud in the quiet cellar. It sent chills over the brothers and made their cocks throb all that much more.
"Now, baby, gonna tear you open with my fat cock," Byron promised.
"Oh God!"
He pressed down hard, bearing into the girl.
Her pussy was fitting tightly around his cock-rod. How good it was to feel her sensitive, slippery walls stretching apart to accommodate the throbbing inches of his meat. And at the top of her spread-open cunt her clit was pulsing, throbbing and jerking away as if someone had touched it with electricity. Byron kept screwing his cock down, churning it, making more and more cunt oil bubble out and dribble over her thighs. " Yghghghhghghhh!"
As Byron came to the end of his downstroke, his hairy groin ground into the nerve-rich clit. Thrills and tremors shot through the girl's cunt and tits. She tightened down on his cock-rod, twisting her hips from side to side, drawing her nails over his thighs.
"Tits, man, feel those tits," Byron panted into her ear, drawing back from her face for a while. His hands cupped her high-riding tits, squeezing her nipples until they ached with his touch.
"Oooooooo!"
"Give it to her, man, give it to her!" Jack called out.
He got into the act by crawling down between their legs. Flat on his belly, he shoved his head up to her cunt, stretching his tongue out and tickling her pussy through the hairs. Debbie went crazy, hunching and grunting, feeling her cunt boil over. And still they weren't through with her!
CHAPTER SEVEN
As her body was stretched open wider and wider, Byron gave a hard shove forward, burying his cock up to the hilt in her cunt. He nearly blew his balls when he felt his brother's head brushing up against his nuts.
"Hey, man, take it easy! You wanna lick her cunt that's okay but keep away from me," he warned.
"Sorry, man, this chick's really got me goin' for it."
"You wanna eat her out, okay. Just wait till I'm out."
Byron pulled his ass up, drawing his throbbing red cock-rod out of the grasping clutch of Debbie's furry cunthole.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Debbie was going wild, hunching up against Byron's crotch, not wanting him to take his cock from her cunthole. She couldn't stand it, not after having gone through all this madness, all this torment, without getting her reward. That's what this fucking was, a wonderful prize, a reward. And now he was taking it away from her, snatching it from her cunt.
But what was happening? Even as he pulled out, she felt something else, something rough and wet touching the stretched rubbery edges of her sensitive pussy. He was doing it. Jack was licking her, darting his tongue into her pussy meat.
"Go for it, Brother, go on. Make this little bitch pump for it!"
Debbie went wild, tightening her thigh muscles and working her hips up, grinding them against Byron's thighs. She wanted him back in, back in fucking her, filling her up with his meat. But the young man purposely kept his cock from her, leaving only the tip embedded in her juicy meat. And then he pulled out, his throbbing meat finally springing free, trembling wildly.
Debbie's drawn-out plea broke the silence.
"Huhhhrhhrrr! Huhhrrr! Hmmmmm!"
The crazed teen grunted frantically as she felt the stretched meat of her cunt being licked and lapped by Jack's tongue. She tried snapping her legs shut, anything to end the teasing sensation, and get back to the hard hot fucking that made her feel so good. But Byron kept his cock out of her cunt and Jack pressed outward on her thighs, holding her open for his licking attack.
"She taste good down there."
"Yeah, man. Good and hot! Christ, she's juicin' like crazy down here."
"Yeah, it felt real good against my cock when she got that wet. Just like havin' some grease down there or something."
"Come on, Debbie, come on and throw that meat around like you were doin' for my brother."
"Yeah, come on, baby, move that ass, come on, hunch it up against his mouth."
Byron slapped her ass, pinching, then stretching and distending the cheeks while keeping that precious cockmeat away from her cunthole.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," she moaned, struggling against both of them.
She felt her clit being teased by that rough-licking tongue. She kept chanting and moaning as her clit throbbed mightily.
"Please do it! Do it! Eat me!" she cried, unashamed of what she was begging her cousins to do to her. She wanted them in her, fucking her, tonguing her.
"Shove it down to her now, man. Shove it in," Jack growled.
Byron grunted in agreement, fitting his swollen cockhead into her pussycrack and shoving himself down. His thick, hard inches shoved into her again. As the slippery meat curled around his sinking cock-rod, he moved from side to side. That was more than the wild girl could stand. She slipped her arms around her cousin's back. Byron was no longer her tormentor, her adversary. He was her lover, the man making her feel so very hot and tight and good down there between her white, shivering thighs. She raked her nails over his back, tearing at his flesh as he ripped at hers.
"Ughghhhhh."
"Do it," Debbie groaned.
Grunting, half in pain, half in pleasure, Byron gave her a series of short, quick strokes. His cock slid down into her tight cunthole again and again. His body slammed and ground into her, drawing up sensations that took the teen's breath away. She knocked her knees against him, calling out for help, for something that would pitch her over the edge yet again on this day of horror.
"Told you that'd drive the bitch outta her mind," Jack laughed.
"Too much, man. This hot bitch practically ripped my back apart. She's gotta get under control or she's gonna drive us both nuts."
"Shut up and fuck!"
More orders, more fucking. Debbie didn't care. They could have ordered her to the center of the earth and she would have gone down. She strained her ass up, shoving her tight cunthole onto that throbbing cockshaft. She felt Byron's body tense and tremble with pleasure. He shoved back down yet again, sending his prick rod steaming through her pussy.
"Good," she moaned, moving her body in frantic little hunches around under him.
She could feel his prick slipping around in her pussy with each movement they made. The throbbing head of his cock probed deep in her cunthole. How good it was to be fucked by a man, a real man. Only now Debbie realized just how much she had wanted something like that to have happened to her. All her young life she had been fantasizing about that. And now it was all happening, actually happening!
"Uhhhhhhhh . . . "
He was crushing her, overwhelming her. And that's exactly what the girl needed. As they drew closer and closer together, every square inch of her became alive. Debbie thought of his cruel smile, of the way he'd beaten her, of the way he was curling her skin into small balls between his fingers now and pinching it until it turned blue. He was hurting her. He loved to hurt her, and to hurt others, she suspected. The boot and the whip were important to her cousins, especially to Byron. But that was fine by Debbie because she loved it too. How good it felt to be fucked after having suffered through a hell of pain!
"Man, don't shoot off yet," Jack whispered as he listened to them fuck together. "I wanna eat up her pussy before."
Byron ignored him, becoming more and more involved in Debbie's clutching, hunching body.
"Man, pull up."
He shoved his head down between their legs once more, his tongue lashing up and running around the tense, straining edge of the girl's cunt. Byron grunted, pulling his cock-rod out once more and letting it throb. Again Debbie thought she was going to go wild with frustration. Then that tongue lashed up and fitted down deep into her pussy. She felt her muscles convulsing, clutching at that wriggling thing.
"Man, I can't stop it. Just can't.. .can't stop it," Byron said, determined to fuck her now.
"Just a sec, come on."
Debbie felt the elastic, itchy membranes of her cunt drawing together. Jack did all he could to keep her open, slipping his tongue in and out, stabbing two fingers into her cunthole. The girl couldn't believe the sensations rushing through her body, blowing her mind to bits. She threw her hips into the air as he licked his way back inside her cunt. Her clit throbbed against his upper lip as Jack shoved his tongue into the juicy cunthole once again. She held tightly onto Byron, grunting like a stuck pig, jerking her hips this way and that, wanting to cum.
"Huhhrhhrhrrr!"
"She's gonna go, man. Get outta the way and let me get my cock back into her."
Byron was warning his brother, his voice hoarse and cracking.
"Just a second more."
"Move your fuckin' head so I can get my cock back inside! My balls feel like they're gonna blow apart. Fuck, if I cum it's probably gonna hurt more than feel good."
Jack kept lapping and licking while shoving his mouth roughly onto her cunt.
"Fuck it, Jack. I told you to move it. I gotta take care of this cunt. She's goin' outta her mind," he growled as he fought with Debbie, trying to keep her wedged under him.
She was going wild. The girl threw her hips up into Jack's face with desperate hunching motions. Her pussy spread apart with every wild hunch as she tried to get the older brother's tongue working deeper into her cunt. Her soft legs were fighting close to his head, trying to trap it hard against her pussy. Jack had to strain with his hands to keep them from trapping him against the fleshy labia. The hotter she got, the more he liked it. The feel of her tender cunt lifting up to get licked, sucked and fucked sent tremors through his prick.
"Man, if you don't get outta the way, I'm gonna shove your tongue outta the way with my cock."
The warning took hold. Jack pulled back, giving a quick suck to Debbie's clit. Hearing the two brothers fighting over her cunt sent the girl into spasms. Her cunt trembled, trying to clutch onto the wriggling tongue. Urging him on, the girl shoved her thighs up harder, driving her furry cunthole into his mouth again and again. At the same time Debbie started raking her nails over Byron's spine. She had both men grunting at a fever pitch, both of them very hot for her body.
"Do it, oh God!"
Flames of goodness burned her clit and singed her pussy.
"Good pussy, good and hot pussy," Byron whispered in one ear, licking his tongue into the waxy canal.
"Uhhhhh . . . "
Debbie couldn't take much more of it. She groaned as she felt those hard inches of Byron's prick finally slam down into her cunt. She felt the relief of having the tense, itchy pussywalls being stretched apart and scratched so deliciously. The hard steely core of his cockmeat filled her cunt with one long shove. The girl felt Byron's body pound down onto hers, shoving her into the couch. The feel of his body pressing on hers, drove her to a climax.
"Fuck! Oh no!" she cried, her senses reeling from the power of her orgasm.
Debbie panted out obscenities once again, her clit blowing to pieces. She locked herself so tightly around Byron that he raised her up off the couch when he pulled back for a down-stroke.
"Noooooowwwww!"
It was the last thing the girl remembered as she felt her cuntal walls clenching down on those eight throbbing inches of cockmeat. The world had suddenly turned a golden color, shot through with bolts of red. The power of her spasms had knocked her senseless. With that spine-tingling cry Debbie fell back on the bed, her legs flying wide open so her squishy cunthole was open for Jack's final lunges.
"Good fuckin, Deb, good fuckin', " Byron gasped, letting the last of his jizz shoot down into her still-clutching cunthole.
Debbie had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. When she opened her eyes, she found herself stretched across the bed. She was still naked but someone had cleaned her up. She lay there like that, enjoying the feel of the silken coverlet pressing against her warm body. She wriggled one toe, then the other. No, she hadn't been damaged. Slowly she rose, feeling a distinct ache in her shoulders.
That cross-bar! It was all coming back to her now. The stretching, the hanging from the ceiling, the way her body had swayed while those horrible men belted her. And then there was the hosing. And then.. .and then that awful enema while she was eaten out! It all culminated with-ohhhh, how her cheeks burned with shame! She had behaved like a whore, a slut.
Slowly rising from the bed, Debbie examined her body. Some of the red marks had vanished. Others stayed, turning an ugly blue and purple. They had truly worked her over well, slicing their leather belts over her body time and time again. Debbie shook her head, holding it in both hands, wondering if this were some obscene, filthy dream or if it indeed was reality. Sounds of her aunt bustling around in the kitchen downstairs told her that what had happened was all too true.
She stretched one hand around the back of her neck, rubbing the sore spots just above her shoulder blades. What had happened to her? What had made her into what she was now, a rutting, horrid . . .
"My God!"
The young teen dropped her head in her hands once more, sobbing freely, throwing herself onto the bed and beating her fists furiously against the mattress until the headboard shook against the back wall. Waves of shame and self-incrimination shook her as she saw the depravity festering in her heart. Clawing the silken material of the blue coverlet and pressing her hot cheeks against the pillowcase, the young girl continued to cry, alternately wishing she could die, then wishing the two brothers would sneak up here and fuck her once more. "Debbie. Dinner!"
Her aunt, calling her cheerily from below! She froze, rolling on her bare ass, covering her tits and cunt as if Aunt Martha had peeked in and discovered her fucking Byron and Jack. She had to be a little hypocrite, lying to her aunt and uncle, pretending she was having the innocent time of her life when all the time all she could think of was fucking-fucking their sons, fucking and having them hurt her as well.
"Debbie, come on!"
Her uncle. Debbie rose from the bed, flicking on the near-by light, then turning and looking at herself in the mirror. She could see where the cuffs had chafed her wrists. Those she could hide from her aunt and uncle. The red marks on her ass and the welts on her thighs would be no problem covering, of course. But it was such a nightmare-one that, secretly, the young teen was enjoying to the fullest.
Dressing modestly in a high-collared blouse and long skirt Debbie left the safety of her room, stepping down into the brightly lit living room where Byron and Jack were dozing before the television set. She stopped halfway down the stairs, feeling a sharp contraction in her belly. Just for a second Debbie expected them to leap up and grab her, committing yet another outrage on her. But of course Aunt Martha and Uncle Jim were in the kitchen talking merrily about one thing or other, completely oblivious to the horror taking place under their roof.
"Remember, baby, not a word to 'em," Byron said, blinking his eyes open and stretching his long, muscled legs. He looked like a lion about to pounce. Debbie caught her breath, feeling the blood drain from her face.
"No, I won't, I swear," she whispered back, her fingers grabbing at the railing.
"Yeah, so come down and act natural," Jack said, yawning, stretching his arms over his head.
Act natural. Debbie would have laughed if her nerves hadn't been so taut. She endured dinner, pushing the pork chops around with her fork rather than eating them. More than once her aunt commented about how the country air was supposed to increase one's appetite, not kill it. It was then Debbie would steal a glance at the brothers wolfing down their food, grinning at one another, then staring wide-eyed at her.
That night Debbie slept poorly. She tossed and turned, her pussy burning. More than once, she woke up, feeling her clit throbbing and itching as if Byron or Jack had come up and started sucking on her pussy. In fact at one time the confused teen thought she'd seen one of them sneaking about her room.
"This can't go on like this. It just can't," she whispered to herself, her bedclothes sticking uncomfortably to her wet flesh.
Just before dawn Debbie fell asleep, thinking about Byron sticking his cock into her. The last few hours of her rest were disturbed by dreams of the two naked brothers working her over, making her cum so hard she lost consciousness.
The next morning Debbie breakfasted early, staying close to her aunt while Byron and Jack trundled out to one of the north fields with their father. Before they left, Byron cornered Debbie in the kitchen, his hands fumbling clumsily up for her tits.
"Stop it!" she hissed, darting a warning look at him then peering over his shoulder into the hall. She could hear her aunt humming, fishing around for the keys in her shoulder purse.
"Every fuckin' time I see you, baby, I wanna stick my cock in your pussy. Maybe next time I'll get spunky and give you one hell of an ass-fucking," Byron whispered, squeezing her nipples through her bra.
"Get away from me," Debbie retorted in a harsh whisper, emboldened by the nearness of her aunt.
Byron frowned, his face darkening as he moved away and wiped his lips with the back of one hand. Debbie sighed, feeling the tension ease a bit. Leaning against the sink, her hands behind her, grasping for the counter's edge, the young girl felt her heart beating a mile a minute.
"For now," Byron said, crooking a warning finger at her.
"Oh, there you are, dear," Aunt Martha said, all smiles. "Your father's probably waiting for you. Don't keep him waiting."
"Don't worry, Ma," Byron said, giving Debbie another sidelong, angry glance before turning on his right heel and stomping out the back door. The screen clattered behind him.
The girl stayed where she was, listening to his retreating steps crunching over the back path gravel. She shouldn't have angered him like that, she knew. But yet the teen was glad she had.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Debbie phoned her mother, telling her she wanted to come back to Los Angeles. Her mother had expected just such a call, feeling her daughter would be bored with the quiet life in the country. Debbie didn't dare tell her what was really going on, hoping her mother would sense something in the tone of her voice, in what she didn't say. But it was hopeless.
"Just have a good time up there, dear. Martha and Jim are good people. They'll take care of you."
"Yes, Mother," Debbie said sadly, feeling the world darken around her.
Back in her room she thought of running away. But that would solve nothing. Her aunt and uncle would want to know why and God only knows what her mother would say. The scandal of her daughter fleeing from her sister's house would shock her to death. And in the end there would be Byron and Jack, still there, waiting to attack her again when the time was ripe.
In the end Debbie said and did nothing, hoping with one part of her mind that the boys had had enough of her, and praying with the other half that they hadn't. Another day passed with Debbie jumping at every sound and shadow. Byron and Jack had stared at her hotly over dinner, rubbing their crotches whenever her aunt and uncle weren't watching. Debbie flushed brilliantly, wanting to run and hide. She had never felt so vulnerable, and yet so excited in all her life!
That night in her room those awful dreams came back-but with new touches. She dreamed about having the boys roping her and tying her to a tree or a fence, binding her wrists and ankles together in some grotesque position then flailing her within an inch of her life with whips. She could almost feel the leather sizzling through her flesh, making her jerk with agony, her cunt creaming all the while. Twice she spoke, her pussy throbbing. What was happening to her? The sensations were getting worse, her lust growing day by day.
The next day late in the afternoon Debbie left the house. Her uncle was in town again while her aunt was quietly dozing in front of the television set before getting up to prepare dinner. It was a lazy day, the sky a mellow blue and yellow as the sun began arching down behind the surrounding mountains. There was just the hint of chill in the air as Debbie strolled down the road, hands behind her back. She hadn't seen the boys at all today.
She sniffed, closing her eyes and feeling the breeze cool her burning flesh. The more time that went by, the more she wanted them touching her, fucking her, beating her. Debbie stopped, grimacing as a particularly potent spasm rippled through her cunt, making the tiny muscles snap around thin air. The flesh of her thighs tightened while tiny fires seemed to glow in her pussy. She caught her breath, struggling, feeling the juices oozing from her cuntslit and wetting down her cuntal curls. "God!"
She strolled a little farther, the spasms having passed for the moment. When she just passed the east wall of the barn, the girl looked through the tall green sea of field grass surrounding the decaying old building and saw the familiar shapes of her two cousins. Both were standing there watching her.
Debbie stopped, feeling her heart stop. She stared at them, stepped back, and turned to look at the house. Of course she could have run for the house and made it before the brothers could catch her. But instead she stood there, hesitating, feeling the burning, itching feeling between her shivering legs growing more and more intense.
"Come over here, baby," Byron said, barely raising his voice, the breeze carrying it to her ears.
It was wrong, so wrong. She knew she had to start somewhere, somewhere to fight off these terrible feelings, those terrible boys. But instead of running away Debbie turned and walked carefully through the tall grass, avoiding the various cans and debris tossed carelessly about. When she neared the boys, she watched as Jack turned and began heading for the barn.
"Inside the building," Byron said, jerking his head in the direction of the barn.
"Yeah, it's the kind of place you'll like somethin' you're fitted for."
Jack had opened one of the double doors, standing to one side as Debbie stepped in. She hesitated, her feet sinking into the filthy old straw. The sour odor of stale piss and shit filled her nose, making her wrinkle her nostrils in disgust. They wanted her here? She balked, going in only when Byron shoved her hard between the shoulders.
"Uhhhhh . . . "
She stumbled and quickly regained her balance, stepping forward a little then stopping, folding her arms over her tits. Her heart was beating very quickly while she felt her tits itching around her nipples. Her furry cunt was generating more and more heat as the swollen lips rubbed deliciously together.
Goosebumps broke out all over her as she watched Byron closing the door behind his brother. For a moment they were bathed in the no graying gloom of the interior. Then Byron switched on an old yellow bulb overhead and an eerie light flooded the big old barn. Something-rats, perhaps-was running about, scurrying away from the three humans suddenly intruding on its domain. Debbie felt another shudder of disgust ripple through her body as she stared at the dreary surroundings.
"You know what's gonna happen here, don'tcha?" Byron said, his hands on his hips.
She knew! A knot of tension formed between her stomach and her cunt, throbbing and pulsing in time with her beating clit. Shaking her head from side to side, playing dumb, Debbie nearly screamed from the tension building quickly in her soul. Her pussy swelled up under its forest of curly hair, more frothy juice dampening her nylon crotch panel. It was happening again and there was nothing she could do about it!
"Yeah, she knows, all right," Jack said, slipping one hand down over his crotch.
Debbie felt an answering sensation buckle the walls of her hot cunt as she remembered how he'd fucked her, eaten out her pussy, beaten her. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch as he pulled his hand away. There was an unmistakable outline of a cock running down his right leg.
"Don't . . . "
"You know," Jack said, laughing at his cousin. "She keeps tellin' us she don't want it. But, man, she's so fuckin' hot right now I can smell her from way over there."
Debbie's eyes widened. He was right. Oh God, he was right! She hated herself for being so weak. But she couldn't control the tremors running through her cunt. She tried to force her mind to think of other things but being alone with her two cousins made her think only about one thing-her need to have hot cockmeat running through her pussy. Her cheeks were burning a bright-red.
"Maybe she needs a little cock in her mouth to get her goin' this time," Byron said, fumbling with his zipper tab.
"What?"
"You heard me, baby, a little cock in your fuckin' mouth," Byron repeated.
His voice thickened as he opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. Debbie flinched, her eyes dropping to that fat cunt-splitter. The head was even bigger than she'd imagined it. She stepped back, her nostrils flaring, her cunt driving her crazy with its itchy heat.
"Hold her down. I wanna fuck her mouth before I stick this thing in her."
Suck that thing? Debbie cried out as Jack took hold of her wrists, pulling her down to the soft, filthy straw around her.
"No, no, I won't, I won't," she whimpered, clenching her teeth tightly together until her jaws ached from the tension.
"You ain't got a choice," Byron said, walking slowly up to her.
His fat cock swayed teasingly from side to side, his balls pulled up tight against the hairy, thick base. Debbie swallowed a lump of fear. She could smell his sweaty, unwashed groin, and that door triggered something lewd in her. Her cunt knotted up with sexual tension one more time, juice wetting down her thighs. She had never thought that much about sucking cock.
Of course she had heard about this sort of thing. Lots of girls in school did it, it seemed, to satisfy their boyfriends and keep from getting knocked up. They kept talking about the salty taste of the cum and how hard it was to swallow it all when the guy "shot off." Now Debbie was going to find out about it firsthand.
"Suck!"
Debbie still had her jaws clenched together. When she didn't move quickly enough, Byron struck her across the jaws, knocking her to the floor.
"Ughhhhhh . . . "
There was another blow, this one across the side of the head. She rolled half onto her side, knocked back onto her ass by a third slap across the face. Her cheeks stinging, Debbie drew one hand over her eyes, fighting back the hot tears that threatened to erupt from her eyes. Byron, satisfied that he'd subdued the girl, dropped to his knees, having slipped off his Levi's.
Kneeling on her upper arms, the young stud angled forward, rubbing his greasy cockhead over her nose, her cheeks, her lips. Debbie made a face, struggling helplessly against those knees, that cock.
"And if you try somethin' funny like biting I'm gonna make you sorry you ever lived, understand? Now open up that fuckin' mouth and swallow my cock! Come on, baby, swallow it," Byron urged.
Debbie sobbed, feeling the slippery hot tissues of her cunt knotting up. She let out a moan of pleasure and pain, opening her lips, peeling them back as Byron slipped forward and shoved his cockhead between her parted lips.
It was so strange, so odd having something that hard and hot in her mouth! The moment she tightened her lips around the double flanged head, Byron let out a shuddering moan, his body pressing hard against her face. She nearly sneezed, the prick hairs tickling the insides of her burning nostrils. He was fucking her mouth with jerky movements now, burying only the first two or three inches. Debbie could feel the gentle rubbing of his leathery nuts against her neck and throat right now while those awful knees were cutting the circulation from her arms. Again Debbie struggled to get him off her arms. But Byron was too intent on fucking her mouth to worry about her discomfort.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, move that fuckin' tongue around. Uhhhhh, like that, stick that tongue into my piss-slit and.. .uhhhh, oh fuckin' Jesus, yeahhh!"
Debbie was sucking as hard as she could, her cheeks caving in while her tongue laved and licked at the thick scar just under his cockhead. Byron liked that. She could tell from his happy grunts as he fucked yet more prickmeat into her mouth.
"Uhhghhfffff!"
Debbie's tongue laved around and around the thickly veined cock-rod, sliding back and forth over the super-sensitive underside.
"That's it. Ohhhh, yeahhhh, tongue that mother. Suck it down, all the way. Yeahhh, I wanna feel it hittin' the back of your fuckin' throat!"
Debbie felt the big head pushing back over her tongue, sliding over her molars, going us deeper and deeper toward the back of her throat. Debbie inhaled sharply and let her cousin shove his cock into her tight throat. It was all she could do to keep from gagging on the fat thing. She twisted her head to one side, opening her jaws as widely as she could to suck in some oxygen. She was drowning in cock-meat and Byron was feeding her more, stuffing her mouth with it. "Ohhhhh, baby!"
He was going wild, fucking her all the way now, rubbing his groin so hard against her nose that he flattened it. Byron threw his head back, pumping his thighs rhythmically against her head. It felt so nice inside her mouth! Debbie liked it now. She rolled her tongue over and under the fat prick, sucking on it as if it were a piece of candy.
"Mmmmmmm.. . "
Byron slapped her face continually as she sucked and tongued, his beating adding some zest to everything. The girl was enjoying this fucking of her mouth almost as much as she'd thrilled to the way the boys had fucked her earlier. The full length of that thing was sliding in and out now, forcing her lips to pucker out as it withdrew.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Byron chanted.
He was shouting, slapping her face, the blows hot, stinging against her flesh. And yet there was the usual amount of pleasure with that pain. The harder he slapped her, the more pressure her mouth exerted and the more wildly her tongue curled and licked around his fucking cock.
"Man, she's goin' at it," Jack commented jealously, watching as frothy saliva bubbled out around the stretched corners of her mouth.
"Yeah, man, like she ain't eaten for days," Byron added.
Debbie found her mouth sucking more and more furiously, increasing the pressure around that pistoning cock-rod. Byron slowed down for a moment, bracing himself against the floor with both hands working his hips from side to side, stirring his prick inside her mouth. She could feel it slipping against her teeth, rubbing against the roof of her mouth, the insides of her cheeks. She was swallowing down his cum now, tasting it as it ran freely from his cockhead. Byron shuddered, watching her throat muscles contract, knowing exactly what she was doing. He groaned, then crammed his cock right down to her tonsils. The young teen under him groaned, gasping for more air.
"Oh, baby, baby, suck on that mother, suck on it and make it cum! Fuck, gonna untie her hands so she can work on my prick. Hear that, bitch, work on it with everything you got."
He was moving back, adjusting his kneeling position, freeing her arms for a second. Debbie felt the tingling sensations come back to her fingers, thanking God Byron had moved to one side and let the blood continue to her hands. She moved her fingers up to his cock now, cupping his balls, squeezing them gently and pumping them now. She was doing something entirely experimental for her but it must have been right because Byron kept cooing and gasping, telling her to keep doing it.
"Oh, shit, this little bitch's got me so fuckin' hot I could dump my load right now down her throat!" Bryon threatened.
"Man, don't lose it yet. We got a long way to go. We been talkin' about fuckin' her ass off for the last day. Don't wanna lose it now, do you?"
Byron shuddered, slowing down his fucking once more.
"No, man, but she's so fuckin' good," he groaned, sliding all the way down and pressing his groin against her flattened nose once more.
Debbie's lips were like leeches, clinging tightly to his prick rod. Her tongue kept teasing the underside of that hard cock, making Byron shudder violently on top of her. There were moments when she thought he might be about ready to shoot his cum into her throat. But then he caught himself, shivering with restraint, rubbing his cock against her tonsils but keeping his load in his balls.
Byron enjoyed this, nearly strangling the girl with his cock, feeling her throat constrict around the double-plumbed head. The burning heat in her pussy was getting worse and worse. Byron withdrew slowly, reaching back, rubbing his knuckles over the dampened crotch band of her panties. Debbie moaned, her knees jerking up from that light pressure, slowly sinking back to the barn floor. She could feel her cuntal walls slapping together, knotting up again as Byron touched her panties lightly with the back of his hand.
"Man, lemme suck her pussy," Jack said, smacking his lips hungrily after watching how the girl reacted to his brother's touch.
"Not yet."
Byron shuddered, regaining control of himself. He sat up suddenly, yanking the full length of his cock-rod from the girl's mouth. Debbie smacked her lips, shaking her head, closing her eyes and wondering how much more of this humiliation she was going to have to endure. Byron held his fat cock with one hand, drawing back, using his prickhead to draw circles around her mouth, leaving trails of the colorless oil that seeped from his piss-slit.
Debbie wondered how her mind allowed her to feel anything good. And yet it had. She wanted Jack and Byron, wanted them more than anything in her life! And now she was going to get both of them-in spades!
CHAPTER NINE
They had stripped her, pulling off her jersey and bra carefully so as not to tear the material, skimming her short black skirt down over her toes, leaving only her panties on, clinging to her dampened thighs.
"Ohhhh," the girl moaned as Byron reached behind and slid two fingers and a thumb under one stretched leg band. He was pinching her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger the way he had rolled her nipples earlier.
"Nice and hot.. .like she always is," Byron commented.
"Yeah, just like the time when you ripped her cherry with that spike."
Byron smiled in return, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at the helpless girl.
"Man, this bitch.. .she's one hell of a fuckin' whore. Man, you do this before?"
He bent down, sucking her nipple into his mouth. He bit down on the swollen tip, chewing on it. He kept chomping until Debbie screamed. The thrill of his teeth chewing on her nipple sent wild thrills shooting through her, rising waves of overwhelmed delight that swept over her, pounding her into the dirt. Stubble and straw worked into her asscrack, tickling her asshole mercilessly, sifting into her pussy as Byron continued to torment her.
"Man, had enough of this shit. Come on, let's get goin' on the bitch."
Byron pulled off the girl, wrapping his fingers around his cock to keep from shooting off. Debbie lay there lifelessly, her stretched jaws aching from the fullness of that rod.
"Rope her."
Those two words sent shivers up and down her spine. The dreams, those awful dreams she'd been having for the past few nights, were going to come true! She had dreamed about the boys tying her up, rendering her helpless and then.. .and then doing unnamed hideous things to her. It was going to happen now!
"Oh no, no . . . "
Byron kicked her face, the tip of his boot catching her in the chin and sending her pitching back into the hay. Her head throbbed, the dimly lit room spinning around as if she had taken some potent drink. Jack was rummaging around the barn, picking up this piece of rope and that.
"Over, baby."
Jack slipped a fifteen-inch piece of line around her ankles, drawing it tightly around her flesh and cinching it with a double figure-eight. Debbie groaned, curling her fingers into fists and drawing them over the hay. The rough hemp chafed her flesh, making her gasp again against the straw.
Next came her wrists. Byron tied another piece of line around them, securing her hands just below where the marks from the manacles could still be seen.
"We got some things here.. .rings and things. You like wearing jewelry, don't you, Debbie? You like havin' earrings and things like that, right?"
The girl didn't say a word. There was no need to. These weren't questions to be answered. Byron and Jack were only taunting her, making fun of her. They were going to do as they pleased with her body, and there was nothing she would be able to do about it.
"Roll the cunt over."
Jack slipped one toe just under her lowest rib, jerked his leg up and rolled Debbie onto her back. The girl cried out as he raised his booted foot again, putting the pointed end right against her windpipe. She looked cross-eyed at the foot in front of her, feeling the pressure cutting off her wind.
"Uhhhhh . . . "
It was as if he'd put a knife against her windpipe! It was getting harder and harder for her to draw a breath, far worse than when Byron had been choking her with his cock.
Jack rubbed the filthy sole against her throat, pressing the dirty black leather against her chin, then pressing down on her throat once more. The girl's face reddened then began turning a light shade of blue. At that point Jack eased the pressure against her neck, moving his worn heel up to her mouth. "Lick it, cunt."
He was nearly kicking that heel against her front teeth. He would knock her toothless unless she obeyed. Twisting against the ropes binding her, Debbie stuck out her tongue and began licking that awful stuff, twisting her head around and spitting out the filthy mixture of dirt and saliva.
"Tongue, tongue it, lick it just like you was lickin' my brother's cock."
Debbie drew her tongue along the length of the heel, feeling the tiny nails rubbing up against her tongue. Up and down, around and around she pushed her tongue while Jack pressed the rubber down hard against her front teeth. There was a point once when she thought he was going to push in her incisors. It was only when Byron held him back that Jack moved his boot back to her throat, giving Debbie a light kick before drawing back.
"Uhhhhhh . . . "
She felt her body grow lush and warm, relieved from the killing pressure of that choking boot. But her joy was short-lived. The ropes still remained tightly bound to her wrists and ankles, keeping her from moving away. She spat, ridding her mouth of that awful, acrid taste of dirt and rubber. When Byron bent down to scoop her up, she flinched, telling him how much she hated him and his brother.
"So, you haven't had enough, eh?" he growled, bringing the flat of his left hand hard against her right cheek, then back-handing her left cheek.
Debbie felt the force of his slaps but there was no longer any pain connected with them. His brutal mouth-rape and Jack's kicking had taken care of that. Now there was a wonderful, searing heat flaming through her, the tip licking at her clit. It was happening all over again and it was wonderful! How odd to feel the flames of hell turn into tongues of delight!
"Leave me alone!" she cried, not believing a word of her own plea.
"She wants to play games," Byron said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Okay, we play games."
He threw himself on top of her, his fingers tearing at her panties, skinning them down over her knees. Debbie struggled against him, her wrists tearing at the ropes restraining them, her ankles wanting to separate, to fold around his powerful body. But the ropes held, keeping her firmly pressed against the barn floor. It was exquisite torture being held captive like this and having a stud like Byron stimulating her.
Her body squirmed and strained under his hands. She felt his fingers tearing at her nipples, pinching them until she screamed her throat raw. And the boys loved it, loved the sound of their cousin's wails.
"Oh baby, baby, good to have a fuckin' hot cousin like you comin' up here from L.A. all the time," Byron groaned into one ear.
"I'll never.. .never come back here again, I swear," she gasped, rills of delight punching her cunt shut tight.
"Yeah,, yeah, bet you're up here in a month," Byron countered.
With that he dipped his tongue hard into her mouth, forcing it down to her throat, touching her tonsils while sucking up her spit.
"Hey, come on, Bro', you ain't gonna fuck her again and leave me hangin' out to dry."
Byron pulled away from Debbie's sucking mouth. How her head rattled from the tension and lust racing through her. Byron was still on top of her, but Jack had knelt down behind, gripping her long hair and pulling at it until she moaned. Byron was reaching under her and squeezing her firm ass, separating the full, fleshy mounds, squirming his fingers into the warm crack until they touched her asshole. Debbie let out a rush of air, wondering what on earth he was doing down there. "Nooo . . . "
Byron was kissing her once more. She could taste his spit in her throat. Flames built inside her more and more. Her body knew nothing about family, about incest, about the feelings she should have concerning her cousins Byron and Jack. All she knew was the pain and the wonderful erotic sensations that pain brought with it. Her body wanted more and more agony and brutality. And if her cousins were the means for her to receive it, then by all means the girl was going to do what had to be done. Feeling his hot breath in her nostrils, Debbie thought about that fucking coming up, that beating and reveled in it!
"Uhhhhhhh . . . "
"Get them screws over here."
Jack moved quickly, coming back with several U-shaped rings in one hand. They were at least two inches long and had screws at one end. Byron climbed off the girl, rubbing his fingers over her furry blonde cuntal patch, noticing how her outer labia puckered inward and quivered each time he touched her.
"You know, you're so fuckin' hot you probably won't even feel these. But I'm gonna put 'em on you anyway. We picked 'em up last time we was in Frisco. Ain't really used 'em for a long time. Girls around here freak out when we come up with somethin' like this," Byron said, holding one of the screws up and examining it.
"Pretty damned nice," Jack commented.
"Yeah, and wait till they're on her," Byron added.
Debbie shuddered as her eyes focused on the horrible things. Byron gripped one of the rings hard as his brother tugged her white thighs apart. She felt her cuntlips unsticking from the resulting pressure as Byron made her bend her knees as best she could. Debbie shuddered, feeling the younger brother's fingers pulling one of her cunt labes away from the center of her sloppy slit. He was screwing that thing on her, actually screwing and tightening it around her sensitive flesh. The girl threw back her head and wailed.
"Good," Byron commented.
"Oh, ohhhhhh!"
Debbie gritted her teeth in pain. The pulling sensation was painful and tantalizing at the same time. She rolled her head from side to side, her flesh growing hot, damp, excited and sensitive from the pulling sensation. Byron took another screw from his brother's hand, tightening it around her other outer cunt lip.
The way those screws were pulling her cuntlips apart the girl thought someone would be able to drive a car through her pussy! "Now, the tits."
Smaller yet still heavy rings were brought out. Byron took them, rubbing them clean against his shirt, then began screwing them onto her nipples. Debbie groaned, arching her back, wallowing her shoulders against the stubble that itched and scratched across her spine. She tugged again against the ropes, chafing her flesh as Byron tightened those horrid rings hard around her nipples. She clenched her teeth, fighting down a tearing scream in her throat.
"Uhhhhhhh . . . "
"Let's fuck 'er this way-both of us," Byron said, grinning at his brother.
"Yeah, man. And I'm gonna get the ass. I like the end piece of anything," Jack said, grinning back.
Byron rolled her over in spite of her violent protests. Pulling off his shirt and Levi's, the young man slipped down next to her, trailing kisses and licks down her body, letting his mouth linger around her nipples. He tugged at the heavy rings with his lips, making Debbie quiver with the resulting pulling agony.
"Man, hot cunt.. .hot and runnin' with lots of juice, and pulled open with them rings.
Yeah, baby, pulled open and ready for a cock again."
"Ready, ready," the girl chanted, unable to hide her feelings any longer.
"Yeah, man, and her ass is gonna be ready too," Jack added.
Byron moved his way down to her belly, biting her sweat-dampened flesh, then continued down toward her hips where strands of her pussy-hairs caught in his teeth. His mouth kept moving lower and lower until it reached the wide-open gap of her cunt. The screws around her cunt labes still held her inner cuntlips peeled back, leaving plenty of room for his mouth to work.
And work it did. Like a deadly needle his tongue shot out and stabbed into the girl's creaming cunt. Debbie shuddered with delight, feeling the pressure of those rings mix with the pressure of Byron's licking tongue. It moved up and down, stirring her insides and making her gasp at every move.
"Ohhhhhh.. .ahhghghhhh . . . "
Debbie gasped out groans again and again, feeling sensations she didn't believe existed as the wet tongue worked in and out of her seething cunt with continued hard, hot strokes. It was completely different from being fucked. But oh, how good it was.
"And now, baby, we go for it."
Byron raised his head, pulling out several long strands of her blonde cunt-hairs from between his teeth. He nibbled at her nipples once more, feeling her cunt with his right hand, making her tuck her ass in away from that exciting lewd touch.
"Oh God, God . . . "
"You wanna get fucked by this, baby?" Byron asked, rubbing the full length of his cock against her pussy, making sure it touched her clit.
"Oh yes!" Debbie gasped, throwing her head back.
It was at this time that she realized that Jack was behind her, feeling her ass and rubbing his cock against her asscheeks. He had stripped down as well and now was hunching his cock into her hot sweaty asscrack. Two men fucking her at once! Debbie remembered them talking about doing something like that and now they were going to do it!
"Fuck her, man, fuck her."
Jack was biting on the back of her neck, holding her now by the shoulders so hard his fingers caused bruises on her skin.
"Goin' in," Byron warned.
She felt his prick pressing up against her cunthole, the fat head spreading the ringed lips gradually. Byron shivered, saying something about not being able to hold back any more. lit
Then with one single lunge he sank his beating, aching cock-rod into her gaping cuntal maw. " Yaghghgghghhhh!"
It was as if he had slipped more exploding firecrackers into her pussy! Debbie thought the world had exploded all around her, tingly sensations erupting all around her. She tensed, her pussy muscles tightening around the invading prick.
"Man.. .uhhh.. .she's so fuckin' tight now she's gonna strangle this thing," Byron said, his face pale from the milking, tight chewing sensations Debbie's cunt was making.
"Good, man, gonna fuck her ass.. .gonna ream this little bitch out till she turns blue," Jack threatened from behind.
Debbie loved it when they talked that dirty, threatening her with their filthy mouths and fucking her with their filthy cocks". Oh, oh, she was tight, still so very, very tight, despite the horrors the brothers had put her through.
"Huhhrhhrhrrrr!"
Byron was halving her again with his knifelike cock, splitting her in two while grasping at her screwed nipples. It was as if someone had shoved a metal ramrod into her, stiffening her for a moment. His cock felt so long, so damned long! For one mad second Debbie wondered if she'd soon be sucking on the head of his hard prick as it came up through her belly and into her mouth. "Goddamn, baby!"
Byron was groaning, clamping his mouth against hers for an instant and sucking hard, sticking his tongue all the way down her throat. Even with his cuntlips peeled back by those horrible screws her cuntal walls still squeezed tightly together, clinching like two sheets of elastic convulsing and grasping at that thrusting cock-rod. How her hot cunt clutched at that prick!
"Uhhhhhh . . . "
And then there was Jack behind her. She could feel his rough fingers pulling her asscheeks apart and she knew what he was going to do to her when she felt his finger working up between her asscheeks, the tip touching her asshole. Her sore, beaten ass rubbed up against his belly while Jack pinched the sensitive flesh.
"Fuckin' good ass. Gonna have my cock splittin' it now."
Debbie groaned into Byron's mouth, grabbing a hold of his shoulders as Jack fitted his cockhead up against her ass. The young woman cried out again, feeling the pressure building against those gray/pink lips. Jack was pressing his knees against the backs of her legs, working his hips up and down, holding her around the back while sliding that cock in.
"Oh. Oh, Ohhhhhh!"
Debbie pulled away from the spitty kiss, creaming as loudly as she could. It hurt! Dear God, how it hurt having his cockhead sliding into her ass! A throbbing, sharp ache shot through her ass, making her slip her cunt forward onto Byron's prick and hold it there. She grappled with the young stud in front of her, her fingernails scratching his chest while Jack kept pile-driving his prick up her tight-fitting asshole.
"Man, she's.. .uhhhhh, I mean real tight down there," he commented, shifting his hips once more, trying to push yet another inch into her bowels.
"Uhhhhhh.. .no!"
Debbie cried out in protest, her face reddening and wrinkling as the pain radiated out to the curve of her ass. She tried pushing back, forcing her asshole to contract as if she were taking a shit. But Jack was stronger, countering her squeezing with hard, stinging slaps across her asscheeks. In the end he won out, cork-screwing his cock-rod into her until nearly two inches were buried in her ass.
"Hurt.. .hurts," the girl gasped, tears rolling down her face.
Yes, it hurt her. And as Debbie guessed there would be far more pain to come before she staggered out of the barn.
CHAPTER TEN
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Debbie cried out, her fingers clawing hard across Byron's chest. Jack was fondling her asscheeks cruelly, spreading them apart with both hands while squeezing more of his cockmeat into her ass. His cock seemed to go on and on, taking her breath away as each inch slipped past her wrinkled asshole lips. He stopped for a moment, slipping his hands around her shoulders and pinching her neck, making her cry out once more.
"Man, oh man, she's one hell of a tight fit for my cock," Jack groaned.
"She's good and tight all over, man, good and tight," Byron agreed, shutting up the girl's latest moan with another spitty kiss.
He wriggled his tongue back and forth, sliding it over hers, touching her molars while pinching her nipples hard with his thumbs and forefingers.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Debbie felt her brain simmering with pain and pleasure, the two opposites merging to somehow produce a mind-tingling sensation.
"Uhhhhhh . . . "
Jack eased off a bit, stroking her asscheeks, rubbing one fingertip along her puckered asshole, caressing the nearly torn sphincters. At the same time his brother Byron was flexing his hairy ass, sending his hard cock jerking back into the girl. And as his cock stabbed into her tight, bubbling cunt, his tongue licked back into her mouth, muffling more of her cries. Debbie jerked her ankles against the ropes once more, wishing she could throw her legs around the big stud and hug him more tightly to her body. But by now Debbie knew better than to ask for anything from her cousins.
She bubbled and gurgled with that heady mixture of pain and lust, arousing more animal-like feelings in Byron and Jack. Her sounds gurgled into the young man's mouth while her hands gripped his shoulders, her long nails digging into his flesh.
"Ahhhh, fuck! She's one hell of a wildcat!" Byron exclaimed.
"Yeah, man, she's movin' her ass around here like there's no tomorrow."
"Agghghhhh . . . oh no, no, no!"
A hot flash rushed through her body, her clit throbbing and pulsing as if he'd touched it with a live wire. Byron was rubbing his cock hard now against that tiny finger, sucking up more feeling from it as the seconds ticked by.
"Man, she fucks like a mink when she gets good and hot."
"Ohhhhhh . . . "
Debbie knew she couldn't hold back much longer. She felt more of that horrid prick slapping into her ass, spreading her cheeks farther apart. She gasped, held in her breath, then let it out with a loud whoosh. Jack was saying something about being almost there. Could he have stuck that much cockmeat up her ass? It was so weird feeling that extra bit of heat in her belly. It was as if he were taking over everything inside her, his cock stirring up her insides and making her gasp for air.
"Fuck it, fuck me, fuck . . . "
Debbie couldn't think straight. She tried twisting around and around, adding to the wild sensations already burning through her body. There was no way she could turn without finding herself trapped by those two pricks. How good it was! Her tits were being flattened by Byron's chest while Jack's thighs pressed against her soft ass, forcing the cheeks to balloon up against his lower belly. And all the while his prick was sinking in between those resilient white globes, spreading them apart until Debbie again thought her body was going to come unglued.
"Ughghghhh . . . "
"Gonna go for it, baby? Gonna make it this time with both of us in you, Deb."
"Yes, oh yes, gonna, gonna cum, gonna . . . "
The young blonde teen slammed her body back, feeling her ass being impaled completely by Jack's cock-rod. Oh yes, yes, he had all of it in her now. She could feel his cock hair rubbing against her asscheeks, the balls flattening up against her ass.
"Ohhhhhh, God, God, you're all the way in me, all the way.. .way in me!"
"Yeah, baby, and we're both gonna steam out cum into your fuckin' body," Jack growled.
"Oh, I can't take this, just can't . . . "
Debbie felt close to panic as her passion began to peak. Byron was twisting his ass around, making her cunt convulse steadily now. She couldn't help her climax. It came rushing down at her like an avalanche. Two men were fucking her! She had two cocks in her, two pricks throbbing and hot and ready to explode! She twisted and jerked and bucked and scratched, going wild.
"Ohhhhhh, do it, do it, do it!" Debbie cried as she felt the two pricks sliding in and out of her.
She hunched forward, sinking onto one slippery prick shoving into her pussy. Then, moving backward, Debbie could feel Jack's prick all the way inside her ass.
"Fuck her, man!" Byron cried, holding onto her shoulders.
"She's gonna pop, Byron. Yeah, I can feel her ass muscles grabbin' me hard. She's gonna go," Jack warned, fucking the girl more wildly.
"Uhhhhhhh . . . "
"Hurry, man," Bryon called out to his brother.
Debbie felt her ass and pussy threatening to tear apart. And then she could feel Byron's prick twitching crazily inside her. Thick rich cream was bubbling out, spraying into her pussy and soothing the itching ache that was driving her up the wall. Debbie's eyes widened, her lips parted and she let out a wail of delight as those crazy spasms took over. Debbie's back curled and her hips jerked back while her ankles struck Jack's.
The ropes around her feet added to the spice of her climax as Byron shouted something and kicked his toes against her ankles. Acid burned through her shit-chute, spreading her bowel lining as Jack grappled for her tits and hunched hard into her ass. Globs of his lava-like jizz exploded in her ass as Debbie came and came and came.
Her head spun around even as the jerking of Byron's prick faded away. The tremendous climax that had followed her cousins' had shaken her to the core. Now she lay there wedged between the two studs, cemented to them by the white glue oozing from her pussy and asshole, smiling dreamily as more waves of satisfaction lapped through her mind and body.
"Man, that was one hell of a fuck," Byron finally gasped, kissing her on the throat while tugging at the rings still attached to her nipples.
"Yeah, man. Christ, could fuck this number all damned night."
Debbie silently agreed, nuzzling her chin just under her cousin's cheek.
"But we got one more thing for this bitch. Yeah, she's gonna trip out on it," Byron said, sighing deeply, then putting his finger on her tits and slowly pulling out of her cunt.
"Noooo.. .ummmmmm . . . "
Debbie fought him, clinching down her pussy muscles, trying to keep him from withdrawing. She needed that cock up her cunt, needed it the way her lungs needed air! She struggled against him, hating the sensation of her cuntal walls shrinking back together behind the retreating cockhead. Bubbles of air escaped from her cunt, adding to the shivering sensation of her cousin's prick being pulled . from her pussy.
"No, no!"
Again she clamped down, her teeth chattering at the uneasy feeling of a cock sliding from her pussy.
"Come on, Deb. He's gonna be fuckin' you again and so will I," Jack said, hunching his semi-rigid prick up her ass once more. The girl groaned, arching her back, hunching into Byron once more.
"Fuck.. .need fuck," she whispered.
Just the head of his cock remained inside her now, the spongy head tugging at her outer labia. The screws rattled against her thighs as Debbie valiantly tried to keep his cock-rod buried in her moist cunt meat. Again another teasing spasm rippled through her cunt, the walls knotting up with tension. Byron was insistent, however, pressing his fingertips against her tits again and hunching his hairy ass backward. With one shove the young stud withdrew from her pussy completely. The girl moaned as she felt her pussylips snap shut on thin air.
Jack was next, smoothing his fingers over his cousin's back then slowly pulling from her ass. Jolts of hot/chilly flashes attacked her asshole, sending unspeakable delight rushing up and down her spine.
"Oh no, please . . . oh please, don't leave me like this, don't . . . "
Debbie was begging them, actually begging them to keep their cocks in her! She hunched from front to back, straw tickling her nose, threatening to make her sneeze as Jack kept pulling his cock-rod from her ass.
"Uhhhhh, man, she still wants it," he groaned, stopping for a second and shaking the sweat from his forehead. "She's clampin' down on me, practically cuttin' me off. Come on, Deb, ease up." He struck her against the back of the head, then started his withdrawal once more.
"Yeah, man, she was like that with me. Can't believe she was a virgin just a few days ago," Byron said, smirking at the wincing blonde teen.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me . . . "
Yes, it was difficult for even Debbie to imagine herself several days ago. She had had no experience with men other than some innocent kissing and fondling. But her cousins had changed all that, raping her, showing her the delights of pain and degradation. The girl curled her spine once more, trying desperately to keep at least one cock in her body. But it was hopeless.
"Uhhhhh . . . "
Debbie felt Jack's cockhead pause for a moment at the puckered entrance to her ass, then tug hard. Again she cramped down on his prick rod, feeling her big ass muscles aching from the tension. Jack slapped her several more times. When she failed to let go, he reached down and pinched her ass, squeezing harder and harder until Debbie was squealing like a frightened, pained pig. With another howl she relaxed her ass muscles, feeling her cousin's prick rod slip from her asshole with a sexy pop.
"Man, this bitch is too much," Jack said, rolling onto his back and sliding his hands under his head.
Debbie rolled onto her belly, feeling the stubby straw scratching her moist cuntlips deliciously. What a whore she was turning out to be! If she couldn't fuck a man, she'd fuck anything, even hay!
"We turned her on, man, and now we can't turn her off," Byron added, watching Debbie's gentle fucking movements, her ass rising and falling slowly while she rubbed her pussy against the dirty floor.
"Let's finish 'er up, then. Maybe we can throw something at the bitch she can't take. Might be interestin' to find out anyway," Jack said, shrugging at his brother.
"Yeah, good for science," Byron agreed, his smirk broadening into an evil smile.
Debbie only lay there, hoping that whatever the brothers were cooking up would hold another climax for her as large as the former. How sluttish and yet how wonderful she felt!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Byron opened the barn door again, checking to make sure no one had overheard the cries and moans of delight escaping from Debbie's lips. The grounds were deserted. Closing and locking the door once more, the young man padded back to his brother and Debbie.
"Coast's clear. We can finish 'er up now. And this is the best part," he added, rubbing his lips with the back of one hand.
The best part? More fucking! More ropes? Debbie didn't care. All she wanted was that crazed, hot sensation of her cunt convulsing and cumming as a cock spat out that lovely white spunk. There couldn't be a feeling more wonderful than that!
"She got any limits?" Jack wondered out loud, helping his brother with a large gray machine that had a thick coating of brown dust on its top.
"Don't know. Ain't never.. .damn it!" he exclaimed, hitting his bare foot against a support beam. "Ain't never met someone like her," he continued, helping his brother position the thing near Debbie.
The blonde teen pushed the hair from her eyes, staring at the two naked men, their flaccid cocks wagging and wiggling around like elephants' trunks. Tearing her eyes from their cocks, Debbie examined the gray thing the two boys had pulled in front of one section of the barn. At first she thought it was a small cabinet. But then the girl realized that there were dials or meters on the side and several black short wires dangled from the back. Two switches appeared on the opposite side.
"In case you're wondering what the hell this is," Byron began, positioning the gray box on its stand next to her, "it's dad's emergency generator. Not much. Won't power the house or the barn all the way, but he got it for a low price."
"That's dad," Jack said, laughing as he uncurled the rear wires. "Always lookin' for a deal."
"And like a lotta his deals, they wind up here in the barn. But," Byron said, a mysterious smile crossing his lips, "we got some use for the thing now."
"What.. .use?"
Debbie's lips trembled as her eyes darted from one brother to the other and back to the machine. A terrible picture was forming in her mind, one that made her shiver at the prospects. They were going to electrocute her! Yes, they were going to attach those things to her body and send currents of electricity rushing through her tits and cunt. That's why they were looking at the rings still screwed to her cuntlips and nipples. They were going to attach wires to those things and turn on the generator, watching to see just how much torment, how much pain she could stand!
"Oh no, don't. Oh, this is too much," Debbie began.
Byron back-handed her, his knuckles bruising her chin, the blow sending her reeling back into the straw. She struggled to get up.
"Pick 'er up and tie her back up. Yeah, over there against the column."
Jack did just that, picking up the moaning girl like a sack and dragging her to a tall wooden column that disappeared in the shadows overhead. Bats rustled overhead as Jack threw her against the pole then drew out more rope and fastened her wrists tightly together.
"Oh, you're crazy. Crazy!" Debbie moaned.
Jack said nothing, turning her around and pushing her hard against the pole until her spine was flush with the wood.
Debbie was being tied to that support beam as if they were going to scatter straw at her feet and burn her alive. Next came her ankles, also bound to the column. Splinters dug at her ass as she struggled to untie the firm knots Jack had made. Cum still oozed from her pussy and asshole, trickling down her trembling white legs.
"Good," Byron said, pulling out more attachments, then shoving the generator up to Debbie.
"Open your mouth," Byron barked.
She did as she was told, seeing him holding a brown rubber wedge. He shoved it into her mouth, sliding it over her tongue until it was shoved between her white teeth.
"I don't want to have you bite your fuckin' tongue off. If you did, then we wouldn't know just how much you like havin' us fuckin' you all the time. I like hearing you moan out about how much you need our cocks."
"Mmmmmfmfffff!"
"When we're finished, your pussy's gonna be hotter 'n when we were both fuckin' it."
God, how much more could she take? Perhaps this was it, the limit her cousins had been searching for. She watched as Byron pulled the wires fully from the generator, looking at the rusty pincers. Then he pulled one wire up to her right nipple and attached it to the ring still distending her tit-tip. The added weight of the wire made Debbie shiver, her body rubbing against the splintery wooden column behind her. What was interesting as well was the fact that her lust was being aroused once more.
Perhaps it was the expectation of more pain, of more pleasure, of the unknown sexual experience just around the corner for her. Debbie didn't know. All she knew was that a distinct tingle was developing in her cunt, and so soon after that hard fucking! It was amazing! She'd never quit. The boys were right. Her pussy was a kind of sexual bottomless pit. How she loved all that was happening to her and prayed there'd be more.
Another clamp, this one attached to her left nipple via that awful screw. Debbie peered down, seeing her pouting tits wired to the machine. She trembled as Byron hummed some western tune, pulling out yet another clamp and attaching it to the right ring of her cuntlips. A fourth wire was stuffed into her ass, pushed all the way, greased on its journey by Jack's still warm cum.
Debbie felt as if she were some convict about to be electrocuted. Fear, coupled with a perverse lust, licked through her cunt like some unholy flame. More juices flowed, wetting down the clamps and wetting down the wire dangling from her pussy.
Jack had shoved the wire as deep as he could get it up her ass. The cold, curled stiff piece of metal felt so weird up there in her asshole. She was taking shallow, puffing breaths to keep from choking as the girl felt him pushing the
Ml wire up more. "Okay, that's it."
There was something else in her feelings, something that made her screw up her eyes in confusion. Impatience. That was it! She was impatient for this to get going. That added weight in her ass pulsed like a finger while the tugging weight on her nipples and cunt sent more pleasurable feelings through her cunt.
Byron turned toward the willing victim. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed while spittle frothed her forced-open mouth. He reached over and threw a switch. The machine hummed immediately, the dials brightening from the flow of electricity. He switched on the indicator and a faint pulse dug into her tits, cunt and ass. Debbie jerked, her fingers clawing at the rotting wood behind her while more splinters knifed into her bare asscheeks. The jolt was hardly strong enough to do much more than raise some gooseflesh. She tensed, waiting for what was surely more to come.
"Ughhfhhfhff!"
How her cunt itched and throbbed so! And then Byron was moving the dial to the next setting. As the electricity surged through her body, Debbie jerked and bit down hard on the rubber wedge. Yes, now he. was doing it, feeding her the current. Her temples throbbed while a ringing filled her head. Her nipples swelled against the tight screws while the muscles in her body tensed and knotted. Her cuntlips tightened, feeling raw, hurting and throbbing.
"Ughhhhfffff!"
Byron watched with interest, then let out a coarse laugh as he moved the dial one notch higher.
"Huhrhrhrrrr!"
Debbie felt an aching sting all over her body. The shocks were like blunted glass bits scratching her distended nipples and clit. How her ass throbbed, ached and pained as if someone were repeatedly stabbing her in the asshole! Her asshole recoiled and a fist of air burst out, nearly dislodging the clump of wires shoved up her ass.
Another notch higher!
Debbie felt as if a bus had struck her. Her tits and belly and cunt and asshole throbbed, feeling as if fiery daggers were tearing at them. Her cries and sobs were choked behind that awful wedge.
And yet another notch higher!
Debbie writhed, spit and cunt juice gushing out. Her lips were turning purple while her jiggling movements nearly knocked the wires from her body. The pain was incredible. But in spite of that agony the girl felt a climax erupting, countering the power rushing into her
ISO body. She clawed wildly at the wooden pole behind her, shuddering and jerking in her bonds.
Byron watched, his dick hard, hot, just like Jack's as they watched the helpless girl frying up before them. He cranked the power a little higher. Debbie's face was a blur, her body writhing as much as it could against the pole while her cries turned into a steady wail. How her climax increased, remaining steady, the pulsing throbs tearing through her pussy increased by the flowing electricity.
Byron's nuts were full once more. He couldn't keep from touching the girl. With a quick hand movement he shut the machine down.
"Uh, ohhhhhhh!"
Debbie groaned, sagging in the ropes. Byron pulled the wedge from her mouth and she shouted and screamed, shaking her head from side to side, her long hair fanning over her tits and belly. Jack moved quickly, untying the ropes behind her. She sobbed, tremors erupting in her cheeks.
Without saying a word, Byron slapped her several times until she came around. While his brother took the last piece of rope from around her ankles, he pulled her forward roughly, shoving her down to the floor and pinning her shoulders to the dirty ground cover.
"Oh, ohhhh!"
He was taking her there, fucking her like a wild animal after having put her through such hell!
"Noooo!"
Debbie threw her shoulders against the floor, feeling him impaling her with his cock. The girl retched at the double torture-electricity and double-fucking. But oh, oh, how one part of her loved it! Byron held her hard, his hands squeezing her tits as his hips drove quickly, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. It tore through her bruised cunt, stinging her clit. The stinging force of her climax spread through her pussy as Byron's prick drilled like a jack-hammer out of control, filling her and spreading her wide open.
He was tearing her cunt apart, enjoying her agony, his joy. Soon Debbie got into the act, her lust boiling over, her clit stung by another wave of cum. He ground his cock into her, the bruising attack rocketing her into another climax.
"Ohhhhh . . . "
Dizzy, half-faint from this ordeal, Debbie was forced to endure Jack's rape as well, the older brother pummeling her cunt just as hard as Byron. When the two were through with her, they unfastened the screws, tossing her a dirty towel to clean herself with while they pushed the generator back into the shadows to wait for its next victim.
Awful, terrible, she thought, dabbing the material over her savaged pussy. And yet she found herself smiling. Tightening her ass and sawing her pussy from side to side for an instant, she wondered what she could be smiling at. Fucking was no joke. It was serious business.
She laughed silently at the thought, her hand dropping to her clit and giving the tiny nub a tweak. Yes, it was a serious business. Fucking was everything, she thought, feeling her pussy tingle at the touch of her finger and the towel. Fucking was the only reason for being.
"Come on, bitch. Don't hang around here or we'll kick you out," Byron snarled, drawing his jeans up over his thighs.
No, she wouldn't be going back to L.A., not just yet, at any rate. She'd be out here in the country. Yes, out here where her mother felt she'd be with good, clean folks. Again the girl nearly laughed, watching the two boys dress. Yes, she'd like it out here from now on. The good life in the country! Oh, if mother only knew!
