Paul Gable: Aunt Sharon enslaved

But no. He was turning to where the tits, bridles and riding crops were. Studying them for a moment, Billy chose a black leather crop, testing it by whipping the thongs against the barn wall, then back to her. Immediately, Diane knew what he was going to do with it. She cried out again through the gag, writhing in her bonds, then stopping as she found herself choking herself with those moves.

Helpless! She was completely helpless, unable to defend herself against her crazy cousin. He snapped the crop against the side of his pants, watching her jump at the cracking sound. Then with a broad motion, he swung the crop up, the leather thongs crackling against one another. Diane's eyes followed them on their inevitable course, hissing through the air until they sliced hotly into her belly flesh.

The teen shrieked through her gag, snapping her head back and feeling the hot, stinging blow radiate through her body.

Billy savored her first scream, drawing the leather around her neck, tightening one of the thongs around her throat, then bringing the handle down to her tits. Diane loathed him more than ever, wishing she could scratch that ugly, hateful face. She sucked in another lungful of air, feeling the straps seem to tighten around her cunt and nipples as she tensed for the next blow.

Diane squealed again, the hot, biting pain stinging its way from her nipples to her cunt and shitter. Billy had brought the leather thongs clown hard across her tit tips, the whip crushing the sensitive nubs and sending more pain and heat crushing into her brain. Her feet jerked back, tugging at the rope running down her spine and pulling the dog collar against her throat.

Diane screamed, feeling her lungs burst for lack of air. No. No. She had to be careful. She had to control herself, her movements or she would strangle herself! Looking down, she saw silly smiling grimly at her. He seemed about to say something, then stopped, setting his jaws firmly together. He looked as if he were readying himself for work, getting ready for the big attack.

Diane felt her muscles tensing, bulging against her sweaty flesh. Her right nipple felt as if it were half-torn from her tit while the muscles of her belly quivered. Billy stepped back, lightly tapping the crop against his leg again. Then he sprang into action, snapping the thongs back, then slashing across her lower belly.

Diane's face grew red and pinched as she trembled under the cutting blow. She looked down, half-expecting to see blood oozing from the wound. Another blow, this time across her face, brought the teen back to reality. She screamed through the gag. Another blow aimed at her belly once more made her snap back in the harness.

Moving around quickly, Billy jerked his arm back, then struck the leather just under her left kneecap with the middle of the crop. The shattering pain made her scream. Diane tried drawing her legs back a little farther and felt that move increase the smooth, warm pressure of the leather straps against her cunt. She shuddered, wobbling back and forth in the harness, feeling the leather now worming its way into her asshole.

How strange it was, suffering under his blows while feeling that delicious rubbing touch against her body. She couldn't think about it for long, for her cousin was behind her now, making the arch of her left foot his target. Diane wailed, feeling the leather almost crushing the tiny bones in her ankle. She snapped her head from side to side, beating her face against the leather straps while her long blonde hair whipped across her flushed face.

There was another crushing blow, this one aimed at her ass-cheeks. She felt the cold leather snapping against her ass-cheeks and jerked forward, still careful to keep her legs well bent back to prevent choking herself.

The blows against her ass were warming her up in a strangely pleasant way. She felt a subtle throbbing in her shitter that ran up to her clit. Her cunt warmed even more, caressed by the smooth rubbing of the black leather harness. Another blow, this one yanking her asshole out of shape, sent stinging hot pleasure crushing up her spine and into her brain. Diane compressed the gag with her tongue, shrilling more loudly past the filthy handkerchief.

Billy beat her ass savagely, his eyes round with excitement, sweat streaking his flushed face as the leather raised large meaty welts on her reddening flesh.

Diane felt the rape slicing into her wrists, cutting her skin savagely and somehow adding to the forbidden pleasure raking across her clit. Behind her, she could hear her cousin's whistling breath that joined with the hissing of the crop through the air.

Ohhh, how her ass burned! The girl thought she could feel her skin splitting as her ass heated, reddening to scarlet. The blazing agony of her plump ass shot down to her cunt again and again. To her shame Diane could feel her cuntlips rubbing slickly over the leather and knew the juices were flowing. She felt the crop slash across her upper arms, then snap down over her bound wrists and ankles. There was soon no place on her body that hadn't tasted the cruel bite of Billy's riding crop.

Billy concentrated more and more on her ass until the teen thought she had no flesh left. With complete despair, the girl felt at her muscles give way, her ass-cheeks opening. Again Billy brought the crop down, slashing a stroke down and tearing the end of the crop through her asscrack. It was as if someone had jammed a hot poker into her asshole!

Again the fire burned through her shitter, setting all sorts of sensations off in the teen's body. The girl screamed over the gag, her body alive with fiery feelings. A flood of cunt-juice rushed from her pussy, wetting down the straps. Billy noticed the slickness of the leather and threw back his bead and laughed, bringing the crop down even harder.

Moving around to the front, he whipped the leather across the harness straps, the knotted tips of the thong biting at times against her musky rag. Diane screamed, snapping her head from side to side, feeling the sparks run into her young cunt again and again. All she could think of was the killing pain and how it made ha thrash and jerk against the leather restraining her.

Diane felt him pushing the handle of the ribbed riding crop into her pussy now. He was fucking her with it just as he had fucked her with his fingers. This time, however, she was wet down there – hot and wet, the membranes swollen with blood.

"Nice, eh baby? Nice to have somethin' growin' in you, right?"

Diane tried to deny what was burning through her body. She wanted that thing in her pussy. She needed something down there to ease the terrible heat and pressure that was singeing her clit. Billy could see the rutting heat in her eyes.

He threw the crop to the floor, opening the top of his jeans, then getting up on the overturned orange crate. Diane hung her head down, her long blonde hair shading her face. She felt him fussing with the leather straps over her shoulders. Then with one move the girl tumbled from her harness, falling heavily against her cousin.

"Whew! Nearly fell on that one," he said, struggling down with her, then throwing Diane to the floor.

She landed with a dull thud, the blow knocking the wind from her. He had her on her back now. It was a painful, awkward position, her calves cramping until she screamed once again. But Billy had other plans. He unzipped his Levi's, shoving them down.

Diane stopped her moaning and struggling for a moment, her eyes rounding as she took in the length of that enormous donkey-sized cock! She had seen pictures of naked men, of course, and her girlfriends at school told her tales of men with long thick cocks choking women half to death with their fucking.

But this… this thing was at least nine inches and easily two inches around. The head was purple, something oozing from the long slot in front. She could see her whipping had excited Billy terribly. His balls were high and tight in their sac, pressed against his porn while his black wiry cock-bush bristled. He was on her in a moment, pinning her shoulders to the dirt while knocking her knees apart. She could feel the drag of his cock-head against her pussy while Billy bent his head down, opened his mouth and bit her tit.