Paul Gable - Aunt Sharon enslaved

Diane Farnsworth stumbled back against the overturned crate of oranges, her arms flailing to either side of her. When she saw her cousin Billy lunge at her once more, she screamed, regaining her balance and rushing away from his clutching hands. Her cheeks still stung from the slap he had given her.

"No! No! Don't touch me!" she screamed. Her blue eyes were wide and rounded while her feet stumbled through the thick layer of straw on the barn floor. She had to get out! He was crazy! He had torn away the front of her dress, shouting that he was going to… to fuck her right now!

Diane stumbled again, pitching forward onto her knees. It was all the dark-headed stud behind her needed. Cursing, he reached down and grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair. Diane shrieked, her eyelids fluttering while her arms shot out to either side of her body. A pulse leaped through her throat as she felt him pulling her back, her hair tearing from her scalp.

"Help me! God, somebody… uhhhh!"

Jerking her head up, Billy brought his fist around in a broad arc, smashing his knuckles against her chin. Diane's head snapped back, her body jerking to one side as she tumbled to the filthy barn floor. Still conscious, the young blonde scratched her nails against the floor, desperately trying to crawl to the door and get out. But her cousin was fast, crushing her fingers with the heel of his black leather boots. Diane screamed, her body twitching against the floor as she felt the dirty leather crunching the tiny bones of her fingers.

"Try shoutin' out again and I'll throw you in the threshing machine," Billy growled.

Diane groaned with relief as he pulled his boot off her hand. Drawing her fingers against her belly the girl pulled her knees up to a fetal position. She didn't want to look at her cousin. She didn't want to see that handsome face, at one time so placid, now red with hatred. What had set him off that way? At dinner this evening he was as polite as usual – even more so.

And now… she shivered to think of how this was going to end.

"Billy, please, I haven't done anything to you," she said, blinking the hot, burning tears from her eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He stood there, scratching his chin thoughtfully, nudging her ass with the toe of one boot. She could feel her dress starting to inch up from that pressure and moved one hand around to pull the hem down. His face darkened.

"'Cause it's just the way I am. I wanna fuck you. You try to push me away. Nobody pushes me away and gets away with it!"

Diane couldn't believe what she was hearing. Never, never would she have believed her cousin could act this way. He was so well-mannered. Even her mother, who was staying with them, was impressed with the way he helped around the farm. At eighteen he had taken on the responsibilities of a man, since her uncle had died last year.

And now he was beating on her, telling her vile things, insisting he was going to rape her. And when he bent down, curling his fingers around the collar of her dross, Diane shuddered, flinching away from his touch. That move pleased Billy a lot.

He laughed cruelly, tightening his grip on her dress, then pulling down. She heard a loud tearing sound, then felt a draft up and down the back length of her body. He had stripped her to her bra and panties!

Instinctively, Diane rolled onto her back, throwing her arms over her cunt and tits. Billy was holding the dress in his hand, smelling the material, making Diane cringe with horror. When he tossed the torn garment to the side and came after her, she let out a small animal cry.

Turning around, the girl found herself scrambling on all fours, her tits jiggling in her halter. There it was! The door, just in front of her! It couldn't be more than fifteen feet, twenty at the most! If only she could get her hands on the handle, she could race across the courtyard, screaming her lungs out for help.

Again he grabbed her hair, yanking the teen back until she fell to her knees. Billy swore, jerking her to her feet, then reaching around and cupping his right hand around the crotch other panties. Diane's mouth dropped open air nostrils flared. She had never had a man touch her there. Not like this! He was rubbing the thin material into her cunt, panting like an animal against the back of her neck while his knees were pressing up against the backs of her legs.

When she tried drawing back from the touch, she realized she was shoving her ass up his crotch. She could feel something very hot and hard back there moving against her asscrack. Diane's eyes rounded and she jerked forward, her face blanching at the thought of how she was exciting her cousin.

"Yeah, feelin' that nice ass of ours up against my cock's nice. You ain't too shy, are you? You wanna get fucked."

"No, no!"

How she bated that word! He kept whispered to her as if it were a chant. His tongue snaked in and out of her ear while those terrible fingers were smoothing across her panties, playing with her, teasing her cruelly.

And then Diane felt two fingers slip under the leg band and begin to plow through her cunt thicket. She fought harder against her cousin, twisting and turning while hunching his groin up against her ass.

"No! No! God, help me! Somebody out there, help me!"

Diane's voice cracked as the finger-fucking grew more intense. For a moment she thought he was going to pop her cherry with his jagged nails. But no, that would be too simple for her cousin. She began to feel instinctively that he had something more planned for her – something far more painful, more creative.

He shoved another finger into her cunt, stretching her outer lips thin while rubbing his thumb against her clit. The sensation was shocking! Diane shivered, her white flesh breaking out into goosebumps while her feet slipped back over the floor. Her ass jiggled sexily in her panties while her tits seemed to swell in the confines of her bra.

To her shock, Diane felt her nipples starting to harden – to grow itchy and hot while an odd kind of pressure began to throb between her legs. No! No! This couldn't be exciting her! This was sick, something that should make her retch!

Diane struggled to throw those thoughts from her mind as much as she fought to free herself from Billy's fingers.

"Man, I can feel you startin' to get warm down there. Thought you were nothin' but a slut 'specially the way you waged that as around me all the time," he breathed.

"Not true! It's not true!"

Billy pulled his fingers out suddenly, letting her go and spinning the teen around. Before Diane could get her bearings, she felt his hand slap her hard across the face. The girl stumbled back, then tumbled to the floor. She was ma daze, her hair curtaining her. It was what Billy wanted. Reaching down, he ripped her panties from her with one move, exposing her blonde cunt-bush.

But surprisingly, Billy didn't throw himself onto her body as Diane had expected. He slipped both hands under her arms, dragging her back away from the door toward the center of the barn. Diane blinked her eyes clear, feeling still a little woozy from the beating. She looked down at her pussy and felt a warm glow spread over her cheeks. She was nearly naked.

No man had ever seen her this way. Even at school she shied away from the other girls in the showers at the gym, feeling they were all staring at her fully developed body. Only her mother had seen her nude, and then for a brief moment. But now her cousin was familiar already with her body, and would become more so as the moments ticked by.

"Lie still, and it won't hurt so much."

Hurt so much? What was he talking about? Diane twisted her head around in time to see Billy pull out a filthy handkerchief from his pocket. Wadding it tightly into a ball, he brought it up to her lips. Diane nearly retched from the smell and taste of the vile thing. She tried turning her head away from it. But Billy was insistent, pressing his fingers against the junction of her jaws and making her scream with the pain.