Paul Gable: Tied up cousin

"Step it, stop it or I'll tell your mother and father!" Carol cried as he advanced.

Billy stopped, his face twitching with anger.

"Threats!" he bellowed.

Carol watched in terror as Billy stopped and jerked his hand holding the belt over his head. The young woman turned her head around, closing her eyes and waiting for the terrible burning pain.

"Ahhhhh!"

The force of his blow would have sent her heaving over the top of the sawhorse if it hadn't been for the ropes. Cool air on her inner thighs and the slow, heavy trickle down her legs told Carol the belt had broken her flesh. She tried to ignore the sharp, fiery pain radiating from her ass to her navel and cunt. Mother and another blow followed. After her initial scream, the blonde teenager tried to fight down the pain that went on and on. Her vacation, something her mother and father thought she richly deserved after a particularly difficult year at school, was to be spent on the scenic small ranch of her aunt and uncle. How little anyone realized what a maniac lived with those two wonderful people.

"Ohhhhh, God! God in heaved, help me," Carol whimpered as the belt sliced through the air and curled around her leg, the tip biting close to her cunt.

"Bitch!"

Another blow nearly peeled flesh from behind her knee. Carol writhed with the pain of the whip. Her dress stuck uncomfortably to her chest and tits as more and more sweat oozed from her pores. Ohhh, if only she could wake up from this terrible nightmare.

"Stop it, stop it!" she cried, her voice now no louder than a whisper. What was happening? What was going on in her pussy? Fighting through the cloud of pain that had settled over her brain, Carol realized her tight little cunt was on fire. She was juicing herself! The liquid she'd felt running down her thighs now wasn't blood or sweat, but it was cunt-juice – thick, bubbly, frothy cunt-juice that oozed from her tight pussy-slit.

Carol moved her buttocks subtly back and forth, and she groaned. The smooth rubbing sensation of her slick cuntal walls against one another and her clit made the girl gasp for breath. Oh, dear God, she was in heat. That beating had actually triggered something sick, something foul in her body, something that made her so hot and wet. She closed her eyes and tried to fight that electric spark that made her thighs twitch and her pussy-lips swell. She shuddered, drawing her head up between her shoulder blades. Was Billy right? Was she nothing more than a slut?

Billy stared at her, licking his lips. The tortured body in front of him aroused the young farm boy. He groaned, feeling his fat, hanging balls tighten up against his dick root. Billy jerked his cock harder, moving his callused fingers up and down the sensitive ridge of his prong while he caressed his balls with the leather belt.

"Man, you're fuckin' hot. I can see it! Shit, you're like a fuckin' bitch in heat!"

Carol closed her eyes, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard. It was true. She couldn't lie to herself. This was worse than when she lay naked in her bed at night and thought about boys. Ohhh, how her clit burned then. How she wished she could touch herself to relieve the tight, throbbing pressure plaguing her. Yet her mother had caught her once and created such a scene that the blonde girl could never jerk off again.

"No, no, it's not true," she moaned.

"Liar!"

Billy reached forward and grabbed at her cunt, twisting the hairs and her outer pussy-lips in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation blasted through the girl fiercely. No man had ever done that to her. No map had ever touched her. She cried out in offended rage and pain, trying to bring her knee up.

Billy retreated for the moment, lashing her with the belt until Carol's body sagged atop the sawhorse. Billy stopped then, throwing the leather instrument away and bending down to untie the ropes binding her ankles.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Carol felt her legs go free. She should break free once her wrists were untied and bait for the doorway. But where would she run? She was injured, weak, unable to go very far. And there was no one home, no one around the house for miles. Billy would catch her easily. And then… He was crazy! God only knows what he'd do to her once he caught her.

"I'm gonna fuck you, bitch. I'm gonna take care of that cunt of yours so you won't be able to piss for a week!" he growled, moving around and cutting the ropes holding her wrists to the sawhorse. Carol stared at the long metal blade and shivered, wondering if he would use that knife on her. Nothing would have surprised her at this point.

Billy stood up, sliding his big hands under her waist and lifting her gently from the sawhorse. Carol groaned, closing her eyes, refusing to watch what was going to happen. Her pussy was so hot, so tight, so itchy. Every move made her clit throb like a festering wound. She felt the bulge of his dick pressing against her thighs as he carried her over to a pile of straw near an abandoned stall and slid her down onto the floor.

Carol winced. The stubble bit into the welts and cuts created by the savage whipping she'd just received. Billy breathed more heavily, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders and shoving his Levi's down to his ankles. He threw himself down on top of her, burying his face in her tits, biting her smooth flesh while pawing her body shamelessly.

The blonde teenager ground her teeth together, feeling her stomach turn over with terror. No, this couldn't be happening to her. The day had started out just like all the others in her life. Nothing during the day had suggested she was going to experience one of the worst events in her young life that evening. She'd been so happy. And now…!

Carol's joints hurt from the grotesque position she'd been forced into. Billy's weight was increasing the pain, making her shoulders and hips throb with discomfort as he writhed on top of the girl. She should have been crying out with agony. But instead Carol kept silent, concentrating on the increasing heat in her pussy.

She felt his dick pushing along the groove separating her leg from her torso. He was dry fucking her, moving his ass high in the air, then bringing it down, shoving his throbbing cock along her hot smooth flesh. He groaned obscene endearments in her ear, occasionally flicking his tongue in the narrow canal while kneading her big tits.

Carol thought she'd explode when he strummed her stiffened nipples with his thumbs. She moved her buttocks back and forth, ignoring the sharp sensation of the straw and hay as it tickled across her ass and up into her cunt. The horror of the resent situation gradually evaporated under the girl's rising sexuality. Carol thought less and less of Billy as a maniac and more than as a man who could satisfy that strange itchy ache that was growing hotter and tighter between her legs.

"Mmmmm, yeah, baby, oh, man, Carol, you're somethin' else."

He moved one hand between their grinding bodies. She felt his fingers sliding down her belly, pushing through the tangled forest of her cunthairs. Every nerve-ending in her pussy seemed to be straining upward toward his hand.

"Good hot pussy, good wet cunt," he whispered in her ear, biting the lobe while continuing to dry fuck her leg. Carol was almost babbling, staring up heavy-lidded at her cousin. His palm pressed against her furry cuntal mound. Oh, she could feel her pussy actually move as he applied pressure. And then he curled his fingers and dipped them into her hot, juicy slit up to the second joint. The girl arched her back, wallowing her shoulders against the loose hay on the floor while drawing her knees up toward her chest slowly, feeling her pussy opening up more and more to Billy.

"Oh, no, no, no," Carol groaned, unable to keep pace with her body. Things were going on she couldn't understand. Her ass bounced around in frantic circles as she breathed with a wheezing, whistling sound through her nostrils. He was greedily working his fingers over her pussy, rubbing the slick slippery edges of her outer cunt-lips together while sliding his palm over her clit. Carol thought she was going to go out of her mind. She screamed, kicked out one leg, and actually moved her hands around her cousin's neck and pulled him more tightly to her body. Oh, God, what was happening to her?