her, cleaning some of the mud off her legs and arms.
'Don't care. Let's go,' Jack said, hauling Carol off the ground and dragging her screaming into the barn.
CHAPTER FOUR
'No, don't… don't,' Carol cried, her pleas growing louder as Billy approached her. She was standing against the stall where he'd raped her the first time. She shivered, rubbing her palms up and down her arms while keeping her knees pressed tightly together. Her dress clung to her upper chest, still protecting her tits from view.
'Hey, Ron, you wanna get into her? Man, she's got a nice, tight little pussy. I know, I'm the only one who's fucked her.'
'Hey, Christ, with that fat rod you got between your legs, she's about as tight as a tunnel,' the smaller of the three young men laughed, running his fingers through his long blond hair.
Carol stared from one to the other, brushing the wet hair from her eyes. For a second, at least she was out of their reach. Oh, how good and warm the barn was… compared to that awful damp chill outside. The storm seemed to be letting up. The howling wind had stopped shaking the old wooden building. Maybe her aunt and uncle would be coming back soon. How good that would be! Then Billy and his friends couldn't torture her anymore.
'Come here, baby.'
Carol stared at Jack's outstretched hand, her eyes then dropping to his crotch. She could see his dick straining against his wet Levi's, tenting up the material. Her body trembled. This was a nightmare… a terrible, horrible nightmare. Terror knifed through her mind. This was no dream, no illusion. She knew what her cousin was capable of and could only guess at what the others would do at his suggestion. The girl could only imagine what he told the others laughingly… that when he was through with her he'd turn her over to his buddies the way a cook tosses an old piece of meat to the dogs.
'No, you're going to hurt me!'
'Not… much.'
That wasn't very reassuring to the young girl.
She moved back, away from the three young men who stood like hangmen in front of her. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Her terror-stricken eyes were wide and focused on the advancing hulk of Jack's body. He reached out and Carol shivered, turning her face away and letting out a low groan.
'Oh, no, no,' she moaned.
Jack sucked in a deep breath, moving his hand sharply to one side, then drawing it back across her face. The force of that slap knocked the girl to her knees. Stars exploded in front of her, as her brain reeled from the blow. Carol cried out, scooting past Jack on all fours like an animal. The three boys watched, fascinated at the blonde teenager's reaction. The top of her tarn dress fell away from her body, letting her huge tits hang down low. The stiff red tips brushed over the hay. Jack moved behind her, raising one leg and kicking out.
'Uhhhhghhhh!'
Carol pitched forward as the booted foot smacked hard against her big asscheeks. Her hands flew out in front of her while her knees left the ground. Landing on her belly, the blonde teenager quickly scrambled back to her crawling position. Useless, futile! They closed in on her now, standing in a tight circle, advancing on her. Carol sobbed, covering her mouth with one hand, choking down a rifled scream as she backed into the stall.
'The race's over, baby. Come on, Carol, give 'im your paw.' Billy shouted.
The girl shook her head slowly from side to side, watching in horror as her cousin slowly unbuckled his dreadful black leather belt and drew it through the loops of his soaked Levi's.
'Don't… don't!' Carol cried. She twisted around, her arms flailing as she tried to cover bawl! Billy brought the belt down, the tip slicing the flesh just below her tits.
'Aggghhh!' Carol squealed, her body snapping to one side. She rolled over, feeling hands on her body, hands tearing at her dress, pulling the wet material away. She felt the dress rip from her sides. Now only her panties were left.
'Just warmin' you up for more.'
Billy swung the belt over his head. Carol twisted around. She saw him, standing spread-legged in front, seeing him as she'd seen him days before when he fucked her si brutally in the same spot. The belt chewed the flesh along her hips. She was still screaming a mindless babble of sound, crawling along the hay, trying to get away from this man.
The belt came down again. Carol rolled away, straw sticking uncomfortably to her body. Again and again the belt whipped down. But instead of pain, gradually the young woman began to foci a odd bright warmth explode in her cunt, spreading to all puts of her flesh. At times, the belt smacked the old wounds from two days ago. Carol wondered briefly how much more heat could explode in her? What terrible thing had Billy unleashed in her body earlier and was now resurrecting? That strange force and now the pain from the actual whipping terrified Carol.
'Okay, okay, man, don't turn her into ground meat,' Jack said, putting a restraining hand on his buddy's arm.
'Yeah, you're right,' Billy said under his breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of one hand. Carol curled into a tight ball, sobbing hysterically as she covered her face with both hands.
'Man, let's put her through her paces now, you know what I mean?' Ron said, winking at Billy. 'Let's see if she's as good as Betty Randall.'
The three young boys smiled.
'We got Ranger in the car out back,' Jack said. The three boys watched Carol. She pulled her head from between her arms and looked curiously at them. What were they talking about? Betty Randall? Ranger? Was there someone else around to torment her?
'Come on, let's get it over with,' Jack said, shrugging his shoulders as Ron and Billy left the barn. Carol rubbed her fingers tenderly over the injured spots on her body. God, she thought, must be very angry with her. How could He allow this sort of terrible thing to happen to her otherwise? Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she turned away from the young man in front of her. Shame, guilt, and a growing fear of those three men gradually began to overpower her thoughts. Something told the young woman her ordeal was far from over.
CHAPTER FIVE
'No, no, no!'
Carol rolled her head from side to side, feeling pieces of straw clinging to her dampened cheeks. She rocked her ass around like a boat tossed in a storm.
'Not bad, honey. Too bad we don't have a camera. We could make bucks taking shots of you in town,' Ron said.
'Come on, let's clean 'er up. I'm kinda tired of her already,' Billy said with a touch of disgust in his voice.
'Hey, man, we ain't even got started with this one,' Jack protested, rubbing his dick.
'Yeah, man, it's so fuckin' dull around here. The only thing we got iss cunt… lots of it… hot, juicy… like this one here.'
Billy scratched his chin, thinking over what he should do. Glancing out the barn door, he noticed the storm had abated. He'd heard about the tornado in town and knew his parents would be leaving to help out. That was why he'd mustered his friends together even in the driving rain to have some 'fun' with his cousin. And yet now that the dog had gotten to her, Billy felt some doubt as to doing anything more with her. She was his first cousin, even though she was – in his twisted mind – a woman who was just a cock-tease and deserved the degradation
