Paul Gable: Bound and raped cousin

She could feel the hot, massive squirts of his cum as he finally blew his load into her cunt. Jeff kept cumming in her pussy for what seemed like minutes. When he finally stiffened and pulled his dripping cock from her pussy, Darlene could still feel her hot cunt throbbing from the fucking.

Slowly he backed away and began dressing. When he had finished tucking his T-shirt into his trousers, Jeff kicked her clothes up to her face.

"Dress. Gonna get you back to the house now. You're through for the night."

She felt like a whore being dismissed from the bedroom. Well, what else was she? She had let her cousin drag her down into this, and she had loved every downward inch of her journey. She could leave now. But Darlene knew she wouldn't. Watching him put away the pillory, the generator and all the tools that went along with it, Darlene could only feel something like diminished excitement. She wanted more. Not now, perhaps, but in the future. She would want him to abuse her, to fuck her, to try all sorts of delicious kinds of hurtful torture on her.

"Come on," Jeff said, looking down at his wristwatch and frowning. "I ain't kiddin'. I'm gonna drag you behind the fuckin' car with a rope if you don't get some of that shit on pronto!"

Darlene began meekly putting on her skirt and blouse and zipping up. She walked in front of him, hearing the door close and lock behind her. She climbed into his car and shut the door.

"You're gonna have lots of fun around here, baby. I can see that," Jeff said, patting her knee as he started the engine and pulled the vehicle back onto the road.

Darlene turned her head, masking a smile creeping over her thin lips. She was sure she would. Some new, dark world had been opened to her. She had tried to fight it, but in the end submitted to its forces. Fucking. Fucking like this. There could be nothing like it, nor a guide quite like her cousin Jeff. She watched the silhouetted pines pass her window as Jeff drove back to the farm. Yes, Darlene Mitchell was going to like the country.