Paul Gable - Cousin in bondage

"Come an, baby. Come on and suck my dick," someone said next to her.

Wheeling around, she saw a man unzipping his Levi's and pulling out a rigid seven-inch cunt splitter. Patty jerked away, staring wide-eyed at the cock jerking in his hand.

"Come on, Patty. You've seen something like that before. Shit, I thought you'd be down on your knees swingin' on that mother in a sec," Jack said.

The men roared as most of them unzipped their pants, getting out their huge cocks. Their dicks were erect. Patty looked around in horror as what seemed to be a sea of cocks threatened her.

"Oh no! No, I can't do this. It just can't be happening to me," she said, too frightened to move.

They were all going to fuck her. She thought of them falling on her, each man fighting the other for her pussy, all those dicks sliding over her body. First one, then another, would slip into her pussy, reaming her out, fucking her until she was nothing more than a piece of meat!

Suddenly Patty heard someone behind her. It was that ugly, filthy man who had nearly grabbed her moments ago. He rasped something she couldn't understand. He grabbed her, holding her tight, yanking at her blonde hair. Still holding onto her hair, he reached around and rammed three fingers into her cunt.

"Ohhhhh!"

The sudden invasion was too much for Patty. Her knees gave way, making her rest her ass against his crotch. She could feel his dick pressing against her asscheeks, actually sliding back and forth, working toward her sweaty butt crack. Her eyes widened, her arms shot back as she tried to fight off her attacker.

"Nice, nice," he whispered.

Something strange was happening to her, something very unusual was making her respond positively to this attack. Besides the terror and revulsion she felt toward this man and his friends, Patty felt excitement, a sexual arousal as they chased her around the circle. Especially now when those fingers moved up and down her slot.

"Oh!"

Patty yelped hungrily, her thighs grinding against his hand. While the men gloated, Patty found herself throwing her body against the man. "Yeah, yeah, you dig it! Just like you dug your cousin fuckin' you last night, eh?"

He was ugly, foul, dirty. She winced when she took a good look at him. And yet his very repulsiveness was an attraction. While his fingers probed her hole, she found herself spurting piss onto his hand.

Cursing, the big man jerked his fingers away and shoved his hand into her mouth. When Patty groaned, twisting her head away and refusing to take his fingers, he squeezed her asscheek hard with his free hand, shoving a knee into her belly.

Patty groaned, her mouth opening. Taking advantage of her, he shoved his fingers in her mouth.

"Ughhhh!"

Patty could taste her own piss. She licked his fingers instinctively, choking on the taste and smell. He laughed.

"Man, baby, you're hotter 'n most of the cunts around here," Jack said, his hands on his hips.

"Must run in the family," someone commented. Patty was holding her belly with both hands, bending over and spitting out the foul mixture of piss and spittle. Looking up, she recognized the man who spoke. It was Bobby, one of the occasional helpers her uncle hired to work the fields. So he was in on it too! Oh God, probably half the county was here, everyone down from central Ohio to take part in her degradation.

She spat out the last of the ugly mixture and straightened.

Jack stepped behind her. He reached down and unbuckled his belt. He slid the leather through the loops, doubling the buckled end in one fist.

Patty saw him undressing. Her eyes focused on the belt now dragging along the ground. He was going to hit her. She'd, heard about women who enjoyed this, enjoyed being tied up and hung like pieces of raw meat while men beat them with whips and belts. But that was something only for porno books and movies… or so she thought. Now stripped naked and cringing in front of these men in an open field, Patty realized those so-called fantasies could become real.

"Oh, Jack. Jack, don't do that to me. Please, you'll hurt me. Please, I… I didn't do anything to do you harm," Patty whispered, her eyes growing wider and wider as she stared fixedly at the thick black belt. "I didn't tell Aunt Martha about anything. I swear I won't, if you just… just don't hurt me."

Jack wanted her to beg, wanted her to plead with her hands clasped in front of her. He was breathing heavily, his big chest heaving. His fingers tightened around the buckled end of the belt, his arm muscles tensing as he readied himself to beat his cousin.

"Ohhhhh!"

The night air was filled with Patty's sharp cry as Jack slapped her ass with the belt. She stiffened, stumbling forward, her eyes closed while she rubbed the red, injured area of her whipped asscheeks. Patty turned around to face her attacker.

Jack was so big, so threatening, more threatening than last night.

"Oh no! No!"

He snapped the belt like a whip over his head. Patty twitched, throwing her arms around her tits protectively, backing away. Jack moved quickly to one side, bringing the belt down again, hitting her asscheeks.

"Ahhhhh!"

It was as if he'd lashed her ass with a thousand hot needles. A strange sensation raged through her cunt. As he struck again and again, Patty's knees buckled. Whimpering, gagging, she threw her head back, making her long blonde hair sweep past her shoulders. With each stroke, the belt drained more and more strength from her.

"No, no!"

She fought Jack, she fought herself. She couldn't collapse entirely.

"She's pissin' on herself again!" someone shouted.

It was true. Once more Patty was fouling herself, the warm flow of urine trickling down her thighs and legs. Enraged, frustrated, she rose to her feet, her fingers clutched in a fist.

"Go on, go on, walk around again," Jack said, slipping the belt back through his pant loops.

Patty straightened her back, brushing her hair away from her face, trying to ignore the chilling wind still raising goosebumps on her flesh. The men grew silent, their fingers moving slowly up and down the lengths of their cocks, their balls tensing, rising against their cock roots as they watched her approach.

"Damn you all," she muttered, throwing her shoulders back.

The cold air made her stiff nipples even harder, making them turn a darker red. Someone was training a bright light on her jiggling tits. Yes, yes, let them see her, let them suffer. She wanted to tease them. Instinctively she knew this was the worst torture a woman could give a man – arouse him, then leave him high and dry.

She walked closer to the men, making her hips swing, making her tits bob while her ass jiggled seductively. One or two tried touching her. But she backed away successfully. Only peer pressure and respect and fear for Jack kept them from pouncing on her all at once.

"Look at that fuckin' slut. Man, it's like she's been workin' the streets all her life," Jack commented to Bobby.

"Yeah. I watched her all the time at your place and in town. She's a born whore, man," Bobby whispered back, his fingers running along the sides of his rigid, thick cock.

Just then one of the men bolted from the circle, grabbing her around the waist. She wanted this young man, wanted to feel him all over her, feel his cock slicing into her, feel his balls rubbing over the bottom of her cunt. And at the same moment she wanted to scratch his face off. Screaming wildly, she dug her nails into his cheeks.

At first stunned, he threw her off, kicking at her.

"Goddamned slut! Gotta teach you manners. You don't act like that with buddies of mine and get away with it," Jack snarled.

He moved forward, dragging her back. Patty struggled, her heart and pulse racing. The wind had increased now, blowing her hair all about.