Paul Gable - Cousin in bondage

"Look around the yard. Shit, my old man's gonna be on my case if she starts talkin'!" Jack shouted.

Patty ducked behind a clump of bushes. She could see the men running around the yard, some of them heading into the barn. When most of the young men disappeared from the yard, Patty backed away, turning around slowly and starting to run once more.

"Oh!"

She tripped on some thick ground cover, and she pitched forward, sprawling on the ground. The sound of her cry echoed through the night. She felt her courage slipping when she realized someone had heard her.

"Hey, I heard somethin' out there!"

Patty felt her flesh crawling. Desperately she struggled to get her feet untangled. But the vine-like plants held onto her. Gasping, tearing at the leaves, Patty felt panic rising quickly in her chat when she heard pounding footsteps.

"Over here!"

It was Jack! With a wail Patty finally managed to disentangle herself and scramble to her feet.

"Hey, shit, come over here!"

Patty left her dress behind, stumbling an all fours. They had spotted her! There was little hope she could get away.

"Let's fuck 'er here!" someone shouted.

"No!No! Help!"

Her feet slipped along the dewy pound, her hair streaming behind her.

Jack stretched out one hand, curling his fingers around several blonde strands of her hair and yanking back.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Jack brought his cousin screaming to her knees.

"Try to get away from me, eh, cunt?" The sudden fall knocked the wind from her. Patty would have pitched forward again on her face if it hadn't been for Jack pulling on her hair. She knelt there, panting through flared nostrils like a terrified animal. She shivered both from the cold and the fear penetrating her like a knife. A breeze rustled her hair, making her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. Behind her, she could hear the others running up, their heavy leather boots stomping on the ground. One or two of them had bright flashlights.

"Come on. Come on and dance for us, baby," Jack said.

He let go of her hair and bent down, slipping his hands under her arms.

Patty sucked in her lower lip and bit down, straightening her legs, feeling as if she were going to faint from fright as she gradually stood in front of the chuckling, drunk crowd.

"Nice, nice," someone muttered.

A bright light flashed in her face. She turned her head, squinting her eyes and putting up one hand defensively.

"Come on, we wanna see her naked… just like you did."

Naked! They were going to strip her!

"No!"

Patty backed away and found herself running into one of the men. She felt his fingers toying with the elastic legbands of her panties. Jerking forward, she slapped back with one hand, her face reflecting the, anger and fear she felt.

"Come on, baby come on," Jack said, circling his arms around her waist.

"No, no! Leave me alone!" she cried, clutching her fingers into two fists and beating his chest. For the moment he laughed. Then, his face darkening, Jack moved his hands up and gripped her tiny wrists tightly.

Patty winced, her mouth opening and letting out a scream. She felt pain shooting down from her hands to her shoulders, then radiating to her chest and cunt. Her knees bent and she rested against her cousin's body.

"Don't cross me, bitch. You had a good time last night, don't lie about it. Now you're gonna have a better one if you play your cards right."

Jack reached around her and slid his fingers under the elastic band of her bra. With several deft moves, Jack ripped her bra off. Then her panties were torn off and thrown to the ground by her feet.

Patty cried out as the cold wind slashed between her thighs.

The men were gathered around her in a tight circle, some of them playing flashlights up and down her body. At first Patty searched desperately for some opening, some hole she could dash through and escape. But, of course, that was impossible. All of them were careful now, waiting for her to try to get away. And even if she could bolt, she'd be naked, running stark naked through this farm country. It would be hard to explain to people how she got this way without ruining her aunt and uncle. She shuddered, throwing her arms around her tits. Closing her thighs, Patty crossed her legs to warm her cooling pussy. The wind increased in intensity, whipping her hair behind her. Even her cuntal curls rustled in the breeze.

"No, no," she murmured, brushing stray strands of hair away from her face.

The men were all leering at her, their eyes glowing with excitement. She knew what was on their minds. It was the same thing that had driven her cousin to rape her the night before. Breathing hard, she turned from left to right, her eyes widening, her breath shortening as her terror increased.

"Oh yeah, baby, we're all gonna have you one way or another," Jack said, laughing softly as he enjoyed her growing fear.

Then her cousin gripped her shoulders. His voice cut through the night air as he gave her a rough shove toward the encircled men. She stumbled, her arms flailing out to regain her balance.

"Now, walk in front of 'em, baby. Go on, walk and show off your fuckin' cunt… the one I fucked with my dick last night."

Patty felt shame and humiliation. If there were a hole in the ground, she would have crawled into it.

As it was, she could only fold her arms tightly around her tits and cower in front of them.

"Come on," Jack said, shoving her forward again and laughing as she fell.

The pound was getting colder. The wind chilled her nipples and her cunt. Fear was overwhelming her.

Jack was muttering, his footsteps crunching closer. She turned, throwing up one arm to protect her head.

"I said get up!"

He grabbed her by the arm, jerking her up. Patty cried out, her hair flying in front of her face while she swayed back and forth, fighting for her balance again.

"Move it!"

Pushing her hair back, she stumbled, got her balance, then stopped. She was feeling confused and terribly naked and shamed in front of all these young men. They were Jack's friends, all of them just as brutal as he was, if not more so.

"Oh!"

Someone reached out, then laughed as she barely eluded his grasp. Another blast of cold wind made her shiver. She bent over slightly, rubbing her arms again.

There was more laughter and obscenities as Jack chased her toward the center of the circle. When she turned and tried to move away, he raised a fist. She dodged and ran back toward the center, her feet slipping along the wet grass.

"Oh, no! No!"

Her mind was whirling around. Nothing seemed to stay in one place. It was as if the entire world were suddenly on casters, wheeling around her as she fought the tightness in her chest for air. Whimpering, whining, Patty had managed to escape their clutching fingers so far.

"Oh!"

Her tits bobbed, her ass and belly and thighs jiggled as she zig-zagged in the circle of men. Gooseflesh exploded on her body. At one point she back away just in time to escape the grip of a particularly ugly man who grinned a yellow-toothed smile at her. Backing away, she felt something warm trickle on her thigh. Oh, she was pissing on herself! She was fouling herself in front of these horrible men!

"What's the matter, Patty? Didn't you ever learn to use the toilet?" Jack asked.

She flashed her cousin a look of hatred, then she heard the others laughing.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

She couldn't stop running. The men wouldn't let her. They slapped at her asscheeks, tried grabbing at her tits. They threw clods of dirt, hitting her shoulders and her ass. Patty spun around, not certain which way to go. She was like a terrified, cornered animal. The cold air, the men, the shouting, the animal lust rising in her nearly brought her to her knees more than once.