Paul Gable: Bound and raped cousin

His finger was snaking in, the skinny digit slipping between her clenching hot pussylips like some kind of crawly little animal. Darlene quivered, raising her ass up again, her knees digging into the floor. She tried crawling away. But Jeff held her firmly with his free hand, telling her awful things about how she felt down deep inside her pussy.

"Nice and hot. Man, you're hot and wet down there just like a woman should be. And there you are talkin' me down, not wantin' it."

"Shit!" Jeff laughed, shaking his head. "Probably been fucked half to death up there in L.A. by the kids."

Darlene wanted to protest her innocence. But she said nothing. She knew he'd find out soon that she was still a virgin.

Her cherry! He was shoving the tip of his finger against her cherry. Darlene smiled. Now he knew! Maybe now he would leave her alone, and let her go back to her room so she could sob out her shame in private. But the finger snaked back in, pushing up against her slick, warm cuntal walls until the jagged nail was rubbing up against her cherry once more. Only this time Jeff was pressing up harder. Darlene slapped back at the offending hand and was rewarded with a sharp blow against the back of her head.

"Ohhhh," she gasped.

"Goddamned!" Jeff whistled through the gap in his front teeth, cocking his head to one side. "Wouldn't 'ye believed it, baby. You was tellin' the truth about still havin' that cherry."

"See?" she sobbed, feeling something like hope rising in her breast. Maybe he would leave her alone, send her back to her room rather than have to put up with the mess of fucking through her cherry.

"Don't make much difference," Jeff said, shrugging his shoulders.

There was movement again behind her. It seemed her cousin was fumbling around in his downed trousers. Darlene looked around once more, peering over her left shoulder just in time to see Jeff puffing out a long pocket knife from one of his pockets. Jeff opened the weapon and pointed it directly at her.

"No!"

Darlene drew her knees up, pushing down with the balls of her feet against the floor. Had he gone crazy? Was he going to stab her to death?

Moving quickly, Jeff tackled her again, forcing her onto her belly once more while holding her narrow shoulders flat with one arm.

"Help me! Oh God, he's going to kill me! God in heaven, help me, somebody!" she cried again and again.

This time Jeff did nothing to silence her. He was more intent on stabbing through her cherry with that four-inch pocket knife.

Darlene cried out again and again for the help that would never come. In another horrible moment, she felt the flat of the blade pressing against her cuntlips. He was twisting the weapon around until the tip was poking up against her inner cuntlips. Thank goodness the sides were dulled and weren't slicing into her cuntlips.

"Uhhhhhh!"

"That's it, baby, ain't nothin' you can do. So just lay back and enjoy."

"No more, no more," she sobbed with renewed terror and humiliation.

As if to emphasize what he was going to do, Jeff pulled her asscheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide apart while both thumbs caressed the inner lips of her dripping cunt. And then that blade drew in deeper. The cold metal made her hot cuntal walls cramp inward, knotting around the invading blade. It was awful! She felt the full length of her cuntal sheath itchily clutch around the knife as if it were… as if it were her cousin's prick!

"Uhhhhhhhh!"

It moved down just as his forefinger had until the sharp tip touched her cherry. And then Darlene felt a pain such as she had never felt before.

It was a sharp, concentrated pain that shot right to her brain. Darlene let out a shriek, and flashing lights filled her mind. That awful knife was tearing through a part of her body, piercing her cherry? Jeff turned it a little, then brought it back all the way. The sliding of the cold blue steel against her cuntal walls sent more shivers of pleasure-pain racing through her body. It was that odd combination – the sharp throbbing agony of her torn cherry mixed with the sexy withdrawal of the blade – that made her shiver like that.

"Sweet young bitch. Too bad you didn't get fucked before this," Jeff said, pulling the blade all the way out and examining the pink froth on the metal. Wiping it against his Levi's, the young stud closed it and began caressing her thighs.

Darlene sobbed, her mind still awhirl with the agony of having had her cherry sliced away. "No, no, don't… oh, don't do anymore to me!"

"It ain't the start, baby, just ain't even the start. You're gonna put out for me the way no broad's put out," Jeff growled.

He was puffing his hands on her asscheeks now, splitting them. How his fingers made her body jerk and convulse.

"Good tight cunt. That's the way I like it," Jeff murmured.

For what seemed like an eternity, Darlene lay there, her blonde hair fanned around her head like a halo. Then he pulled her asscheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide and spread. Her flat belly ground against the floor. Darlene could feel her nipples scratching over the splintery wood. It was a sheer living hell for her. Jeff was fucking his finger back in again. This time there would be no cherry to stop him. Darlene screwed up her eyes, feeling a throbbing pulse leap at her throat. She wanted to cry out again. But her mouth was as dry as cotton.

"Na more, Jeff… oh please, I can't take anymore of this," she sobbed, tears of humiliation staining her flushed cheeks.

"Sure, you can. You're so fuckin' hot down there, baby. You just ain't listenin' to your body. It wants my prick right up there."

"No!"

Darlene drew her legs together and kicked back. She felt her bare soles striking something – Jeff's leg, she guessed. He swore, wrapping his fingers around her ankle and holding her steady. Darlene screamed, beating the floor with her fists while trying to twist away from her swearing cousin.

"Gotta hog-tie you like some Goddamned animal," he growled, tightening his grip around her ankle until Darlene thought he would break it with his bare hands. "If that's what you dig, that's what you're gonna get."

"No, don't!"

He let go, assuring Darlene there was no way she was going to get up and rush out of the shed now. Immediately the girl regretted having attempted to push her cousin away. He was rummaging around there in the semi-darkness. And then she felt something slip around her, left wrist. Rope! The rough hemp chafed her flesh as Jeff tied a double figure-eight knot around her wrist, then pulled the rope taut. Darlene winced, her forehead wrinkling as she let out a grunt. She felt him pulling the rope harder, forcing her to bend one knee and scoot to the left to keep him from pulling her arm out of its socket. The blood pounded in her ears.

"What… what are you going to do?"

"Making sure you ain't gonna bolt away from here."

Jeff slipped the half-inch line around the handle of the door, securing it with a slip knot. Darlene's arm was raised high over her head at this point. She half-sat, her back against the wall of the shed. Jeff moved around and took another piece of rope, circling it around her right wrist and attaching it to a small eyelet near the door hinges. Darlene now found both arms high over her head and spread to either side of the door. Her ass barely rested on the floor while the muscles and tendons in her arms stretched painfully. Her tits trembled on her chest as she looked with rounded, terrified eyes at her cousin.

"Now, just to make sure you ain't gonna kick." He studied her for a moment, scratcing his chin as he thought. Never once did his long cunt-splitting prick soften. Darlene watched him like a frightened, cornered mouse, feeling helpless. "Fuck, can just tie thy ankles to the legs. That'll get your fuckin' ass up in the air so's I can fuck you. And it'll keep your feet away from [missing text]."