a groan, Carol sank to the floor.
The blonde teen had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. Slowly she awoke, stifling a groan when she thought she heard movement nearby. Even though she was awake Carol wanted them to think she still slept. Let her have a few more minutes rest before they go at her again.
Carol lay quietly for several moments, then slowly opened her eyes and looked around. No one was there. She lay where she'd fallen – naked, shivering, partly covered with stubble. In a flash the girl thought of escape. Certainly her aunt and uncle would soon be on the road back here. They could find her as she ran down toward them. But would they believe her story? It sounded wild, strange. How could they believe her, a near stranger, especially when she told them about their own son?
Carol drew one hand up to her mouth, stifling the sobs. She was alone, abandoned here. People would laugh at her, accuse her of making up stories, of trying to put the blame on her cousin for what she started.
Then she thought of all the pain she'd endured at the hands of men. They were the ones who beat her, humiliated her.
CHAPTER NINE
The boys teased Carol mercilessly for the next half-hour. Billy yanked her from the floor and forced her to parade around than while they beat her asscheeks, shoved her down, then kicked her, calling her all sorts of vile names.
Carol sobbed, begging them to stop, knowing full well they wouldn't.
'Goddamned little slut,' Billy snarled, stopping his beating and staring hotly down at his cousin. Carol fought back the tears, wiping the few that oozed from her eyes with her clenched fists. Oh, God, how she ached all over. When would this end? When would her aunt and uncle come in from town and put a stop to this night? The young girl hung her head, clawing desperately at the loose straw on the barn floor, letting her hair fall over her face and touch the ground. She was in a crouching position, crouching like a bitch, like the bitch everyone was calling her.
She looked up and saw the swell of his hot cock-meat inside his Levi's bulge out. He was ready to put her through hell once more.
'Hey, man, we really ain't got into the fuckin' bitch,' Ron protested.
Billy raised his eyebrows. This was something new. Usually his buddies went, along with everything he said and did.
'Okay, okay, we got time. Ma and pa ain't gonna be back for a while. Hey, bitch, you gotta take care of my buddies.'
Carol saw she was being passed around like some piece of meat. They were all having their bite.
Carol felt her scalp crawl. Tucking her feet under her ass, the girl struggled up, tearing loose of Ron and backing away. She shook her head slowly from side to side, her eyes wide with fear. Carol held her hands tightly to her belly.
'No, no, you're not going to do that to me. Oh, God, you've pushed me too far,' she said in a low, trembling voice.
Her sudden defiance took Billy and his friends by surprise. Carol saw this and decided to take quick advantage of it. Twisting around, she made a break for the door.
'Get 'er!'
Carol lifted the heavy bar locking the door and slid it to the ground with a grunt. She pressed her naked shoulder to the door, shoving with all her might. When she felt cool air strike her forehead, she smiled, knowing escape was only seconds away.
'Man, she's gonna make it!'
The warning sounded like music to Carol's ears.
The whole process of attempted escape had taken only seconds… perhaps less than that. And yet she was still far from safe. The dog! They could sic him on her, tear her to pieces before they even got near her.
When she slipped out from the barn and started running full speed, the girl decided that would have to be a chance she'd take. Carol thought she couldn't take much more of the beating and humiliation.
Where should I run? There was fog everywhere, obscuring the most familiar of landmarks. Carol felt the damp air settle on her flesh, leaving tiny droplets on her skin as she ran blindly in the dark. Behind her she could hear the boys shouting and the Doberman barking. Thank God for the fog. They were just as blind as she was. And as the wind was at her back, the dog wouldn't be able to pick up her scent.
Carol had just finished congratulating herself on outwitting the boys when she stumbled over a pail, pitching forward and crashing to the ground with a scream. The loss of time and her noisy fall alerted her pursuers. She saw their shapes coming through the fog.
'Oh, God, no, no!' she screamed hoarsely, holding her hands to the sides of her head. 'Why did you let me get this far?'
She smelled a foul breath and turned. It was Jack, grinning at her with his glazed eyes. He grabbed her arm and pulled her away from where she'd fallen. Carol kept screaming and twisting, clawing at the young man's fingers, trying to get away again. Mother pair of hands pawed her body. Jack? Billy? It didn't matter anymore. Let them fuck her again and again. Let them string her up from the trees and beat her. What was the difference?
Jack threw her on the ground, shoving a knee on her belly and slapped her hard across the mouth.
'Maybe we should carve out her pussy. That'd take care of her problems,' the young man said, reaching in his back pocket and pulling out a switchblade. He pressed a small button on the top of the ivory handle and a long silvery blade shot out with a snap.
'NO!' Carol screamed, her eyes bugging out. She could sense a growing insanity among the three boys as they stood in the fog, their hair getting wet from the heavy damp air.
'Let's get 'er outta here. Don't want my folks seein' what we're doin' if they get back early,' Billy warned.
Jack and Ron dragged her kicking, biting and screaming from the area where she'd fallen into a ditch. Carol still twisted around, trying to get away as they pulled her beyond the area, dragging her finally into the brush back near the barn. The prickly weeds tore at her face and snagged her hair. Carol shut her eyes, wondering what they were going to do next.
'Help! Oh, God in Heaven, help!'
'Shut 'er up!'
The two boys dropped her near a fallen tree, one of them jamming a foul-smelling handkerchief in her mouth. Carol struggled, hitting Ron in the face. The young man struck back, knocking her to the ground with a muffled curse.
'Man, she's a fuckin' prize. Even though we've been fuckin' the shit outta her, site's still better 'n most of the cunts up here,' Jack said, his voice thick with emotion.
They were both squatting down next to her, holding her by the knees and shoulders. Carol's eyes were wide and unblinking. A pulse erupted in her throat. She could feel her cunt getting hot again, spilling out more juice. Ron and Jack each took a tit and squeezed and fondled it. She was going to take on both of them… that she was certain of. Of course, when Billy made her blow him, the two friends jacked off in her hair. But that was different. Now she was, going to feel both cocks in her… possibly at the same time! The thought of that made her boil with anticipation.
'Fuckin', baby, that's all that matters,' Jack said, getting up and unhitching his pants. Ron followed suit, Billy standing guard over the girl and fingering his swollen dick through his trousers. Once more the girl scrambled to her feet and darted backward on her knees. She fell back into the brush, stumbled, pitched down on her ass. The men laughed and got hold of her, pulling her back into the small clearing.
'Get 'er over the fuckin' tree.'
The boys shoved Carol down over a fallen trunk, pulling her hands behind her back and holding them there while they shoved her crotch against the rough bark. The young blonde twisted her head around to see what was happening. Her eyes were wide with lust and terror. Sweat made her bare ass glisten under the dim moonlight.
