Paul Gable - Aunt Sharon enslaved

Diane opened her mouth wide, shouting out more pleas for mercy while Billy shoved the rag in all the way. The girl lowered her head, feeling her cheeks redden and burn with shame. The young stud was tying a line around her jaw, making sure the material would stay in her mouth no matter what she did.

"Now, we're gonna see, just how you hang in there," Billy said with a chuckle.

There was more rustling around behind me.

But the girl was too humiliated and tired to look.

"Up. Get up!"

He kicked her in the ass, forcing her onto her feet. Diane looked at the strange device dangling in front of her. She had seen her uncle use something like this last year to haul heavy machinery and bales across the length of the large white barn.

It was something like a harness – two wide leather straps hanging down from a single ring, joined at various points by cross leather straps. There were buckles at various points that made it possible to adjust the harness to fit a large or small object. Diane looked up and noticed the rusty condition of the pulleys. The machine probably hadn't been used since her Uncle Ben's death. But now…

"Move!"

Diane walked with her head down to the device, stopping when Billy grabbed her elbows and pulled her back. She felt something fitted across her windpipe, tightening around her neck. Tentatively she reached up and realized it was a thick leather dog collar. The girl closed her eyes in utter humiliation! He was enjoying this, every degrading second of it!

His hands felt her all the time, pawing her like a piece of meat, pinching her flesh until she squealed like a stuck pig. Something else touched her back now. He was running something down from the collar, pulling it taut, the pressure making the leather choke against her windpipe.

Diane's eyes rounded, her fingers curling and pressing against her damp palms. In a moment, she felt Billy's hands against her shoulders, forcing her back down to the floor. She obliged, still keeping her eyes away from him, still hoping against hope that someone would have heard her cries earlier and would investigate.

But no one came. He reached down, slowly unhooking her bra and sliding the halter from her shoulders. Diane wept with shame as the last vestige of her modesty slipped from her body. He had stripped her naked and now… and now was pushing her belly-down against the floor. Her tits pillowed between her body and the straw, the tiny particles of hay pinching her cunt and nipples not unpleasantly.

Billy moved behind her, bending her legs until her heels were pressing up against her asscheeks. There was more rope, more of the sensation of hemp wrapped around her ankles and drawing them tightly together. Diane tried to straighten her legs once more. But Billy knocked them back.

He kept her in that position, straddling ha ankles while attaching the rope leading from ha dog collar to the line binding her ankles, ha moment the girl was hog tied with the line, her ankles bound to her neck. Diane breathed through her flared nostrils, feeling them burn as she sucked in more oxygen to feed her bursting lungs.

She bent her legs back even more to ease the pressure of the dog collar against her throat. Once Diane tried bringing her hands around to slip her fingers between the collar and her neck. Billy saw the move and quickly squelched it, stepping on her fingers once more and bringing out a shriek from the trembling blonde teen. She bit down hard on the filthy rag blocking her mouth, vowing she would kill him once she was free!

"Can't have you fuckin' around while I'm havin' me some fun, right, cousin? Nearly forgot about them hands of pours," he said with a laugh, pulling his feet from her fingers.

Diane sobbed hysterically, her body shuddering with her cries. Billy brought her arms back to the balls of her feet, making her keep her hands together while he took a length of line from the floor and wrapped it around her wrists. Using the bite of the line, Billy secured her hands to her ankles, thus completely immobilizing the wailing blonde teen.

He stepped back, pushing the heel of his boot up against the back of her head and pressing down. He watched as the girl writhed helplessly under the pressure, her flesh growing red under the rubbing of the ropes as she tried to wriggle free. Diane was screaming through the spit soaked gag, her ass-cheeks jiggling with every move she made as she wriggled and writhed against the filthy floor.

Billy laughed again, moving behind the teen and raising his foot. In a moment Diane could feel the cool, smooth sensation of his leather boot rubbing against her asshole. She cried out, biting down hard on the rag. Instinctively the girl jerked her legs back, finding herself choking from the resulting pressure.

Again Diane screamed, easing the pressure against her windpipe while surrendering to the rubbing of that boot into her asshole. She cried more loudly, feeling the leather pressing up into her asshole, rubbing the slick, sensitive bowel lining raw. When he kicked her, sending her rolling end over end on the floor, Diane was almost relieved. She tried to imagine how it would have felt having that boot fucking her, pressing into her bowels, making her filled with that leather. The thought, strangely brought a smile to her lips!

"Man, oh man, it's hot seem you like that. But I ain't gonna waste any more time," Billy said, bringing one hand down and scratching his cock through his Levi's. "We're gonna get you up there, baby, so you can get a good view of what's happenin' around here, right?"

Diane muttered through the filthy gag, watching through tear-glazed eyes as her cousin adjusted the harness. He pulled a few straps, adjusting the rings until the worn leather took on the shape of a sturdy crane. He raised ha from the floor, hauling the girl carefully up, then rolling her forward until Diane slipped down into the leather harness. At first she nearly pitched forward and roll out. But Billy was careful, slipping her around until the leather crop-piece at the bottom fit tightly on either side of her cunt.

It was another shockingly good feeling, the cool smooth rubbing sensation of the black leather against her pussy-lips. Diane bit down into the soft handkerchief, feeling her heart start to race and beat against her ribcage. That itchy, concentrated feeling in the pit of her cunt was growing more and more heated now that she hung there with the leather rubbing against her pussy…

Billy didn't notice her reaction at first, however, adjusting the straps around her, fitting the leather up against her nipples, then sliding the remainder of the halter around her ass-cheeks to keep her firmly in place. Diane closed her eyes, drinking in the sensation of the leather moving over her tits, over her cunt, working into her asshole. Those horrible thoughts she had tried to drive from her mind were sneaking back in again, making her body react in a strange, delicious, and naughty way.

Billy pulled her legs down purposely, choking the collar once more against her windpipe. She stared down at her cousin in shock and horror, bouncing on the straps and feeling the two bottom ones slide an inch into her cunt. She groaned, her jaws tightening while a pulse leaped through her throat. Tiny beads of cold sweat dotted her forehead as the girl's mind reeled. She wondered what more her cousin had planned for her.

"Now, you're all dressed up for me. Yeah, baby, all for me!"

He couldn't rape her like this. What was he talking about? Diane watched him like a hawk trembling in the ropes as Billy studied her, savage grin growing broader with every passing moment. He sighed, then turned away, shuffling through the straw toward the door. Was he going to leave her like this all night? Was he mad? Didn't he know someone – one of the hands, her mother, Aunt Helen – would come in and find her like this?