'Eeeeeeeee!' she squeaked.
The horrid thing had thumped her clit with its wiry hind legs. The sensation of that touch shot through her pussy, telegraphing along all her nerves. Patty felt her clit vibrate. The spider still probed around blindly. The legs were like tiny, sharp, hot needles digging into her clit. Oh, oh, she couldn't take this much longer. It was going to drive her insane!
'Agghhhhh!'
Her sharp cry echoed through the moonlit night. Rearing back, she bounced her ass on the ground. Cupping her fingers, she dug at her tits, creasing her nipples with her nails to increase the intensity of her orgasm. The wild thrashing of her body knocked the insect off. Turning around, she rolled onto her belly, moving one hand down to her cunt and jamming three fingers into her squishy hole. She was making sharp, violent movements with her thighs, fucking her fingers, her ass jiggling with the force of her motions as her fingers pierced the swampy hole and touched all the slick, sensitive folds and hollows of her cunt.
'Ughhhhhhhh!'
Patty collapsed, feeling herself losing consciousness from the ordeal. People trotted off merrily to some bush or tree and fucked.
The young girl seemed to float, completely unaware of what was going on around her. Someone had dragged her inside a room. Vaguely she sensed her legs being dragged over wood. It felt safe and warm inside. No one like that vicious redhead was taunting her, calling her all kinds of names, making the guys do those terrible things to her. No one put spiders on her thighs, forcing her to make love to insects while others watched. No, none of that would happen in here. Then she thought of her aunt and uncle back in the farmhouse, watching television, safe and secure, thinking of how she was enjoying an innocent hayride with their son. Patty laughed at the idea. Oh, if they only knew!
'Nothing to laugh about in here, honey. We're gonna give you one hell of a reminder of this place,' Jack said.
Patty opened her eyes. She was on her back. Someone had tied her wrists together, having drawn them high above her head. The ropes on her wrists were attached to a hook driven in the side of the kitchen table on which Patty found herself. Her legs were fastened in the same way. The ropes chafed her ankles and wrists as she rolled her head from side to side, trying to find out what they were going to do to her.
'Nothin' seems to stop your cunt, does it, baby?' Jack asked, his face twitching with excitement. Their eyes met. At once she knew he could read her mind. They were cut from the same cloth. They were more than cousins: they enjoyed the same kind of sex, the same kind of violence and humiliation that peaked their sense of lust.
She saw Jack holding a tapered piece of iron at least two feet long and one inch wide. The handle was dark, wrapped in leather, ribbed to fit a man's hand. She'd seen her uncle brandishing a thing like that. It was used to brand animals, or so her uncle said. It didn't take the girl long to figure out what Jack as going to do. Her cunt tightened once again. A cockhead. A dildo. He was going to drive that awful thing into her, up to the handle. Oh, it would be just like the time he and Bobby fucked her with the liquor bottle.
Rolling up her eyes, she saw Bobby standing near by, firing up a small flame in a portable iron cookstove. Patty's nostrils flared, her body twisting slightly in the bonds as she moved her eyes back to the iron poker.
'I wanna see just how much you can take, baby… how much we all can take from you.'
There was a mixture of lust and hate in Jack's voice, the same kind of mixture coursing through her mind and body. It was overpowering, something that made her want to make love to her cousin as well as kill him.
'Ohhhhh!'
Time seemed to stand still for her. Patty felt as if she were the only woman on this cold planet. Her only company was Bobby, Jack, and that awful cold-looking piece of iron about to touch her.
'Look, man, she's really hot,' Jack said, dropping the poker and hefting one tit. 'Look, she's about to blow up again.'
Bobby murmured in approval, staying in the shadows for the moment.
Jack hefted the iron, swinging it back and forth as if to test the weight. Patty cringed, her body trembling, as she watched the weapon slice through the shadows. Then suddenly he brought it down, down to her cunt. The disc at the end was cold against her hot flesh. She shuddered and moaned, turning her head away. Her fingers clawed at the ropes while her legs moved back and forth in an undulating fashion.
'Mmmmmmmm!'
Jack reached down and grabbed at her cuntal thicket. He jerked some of the hair away, watching more pussy juice spill out. Patty screamed, arching her back and shaking as if someone had touched her with a live wire.
'Oh yeah, this is gonna be one hell of a fuckin' hayride,' Jack said ironically, winking at Bobby as he began Patty's torture.
CHAPTER TEN
Patty screamed. The chords stood out against the flesh of her throat while her eyes widened. The young woman cried out again and again, her body trembling, the muscles stretching and pressing against her slick skin.
Jack had reached down and grabbed another handful of her cunthairs, yanking them out with a ripping sound. The blonde teen thrashed in her bonds, yanking her chafed wrists and ankles against the ropes, feeling them tear her flesh, hear ing them rub against the wooden table. Nothing gave. She was tightly bound, stretched out naked in front of them, ready for the ultimate agony branding!
'Look, man. She's gonna be beggin' for it. Shit, she's juicin' all over herself,' Bobby observed with a laugh.
Jack joined his buddy in laughing, then reached down and forced her cuntlips apart. Shoving the iron bar in, he moved the rod in a broad circular motion. As she adjusted, the young man pushed in harder.
Patty let out a groan, raising her ass from the wooden table, balancing her body on her shoulders and heels. More juice flowed from her cunt, wetting down her tensing thighs. Her heart raced, her mind spinning dizzyingly around and around. That horrible cold thing was going deeper and deeper into her cunt. Looking up through narrowed eyes, she saw Jack's lust-bloated face, his mouth tense, trembling, as he watched her pussy gobble up the poker.
'Ohhhhhhhh!'
The girl closed her eyes and let out another yell. Patty screamed, but this time not from pain. Jack kept twisting that thing, making sure all her pussy could feel the rod. It was, as if he were stirring a giant spoon inside her. She thought she was going to cum! The poker was raping her, gutting a new path into her musky cunt.
'Unnghhh…'
Jack moved the poker back, making the bar move over her clit. The girl screamed, feeling herself go over the edge. Her climax flushed out from her cunt, shooting all over her body. She curled her fingers and dug them against her palms. Her ass bounced on the table. Oh yes, yes, she had to cum, cum with that awful thing fucking her swampy cunt with sucking sounds. She could already feel her muscles tensing even when Jack pulled out the rod and examined the slick bar that dripped with her hot juices.
'Hot, hot pussy,' he moaned, sniffing at the round piece of iron.
'Yeah, hot enough to fry cock,' Bobby agreed, smelling the rod as well.
'Let's give 'er that mark, man. Let's do it,' Jack insisted.
Bobby arched his eyebrows, nodding, then turning around, he adjusted the flame of the portable stove.
Patty tilted back her head, rolling up her eyes. She watched the flame become a brilliant blue, hissing and popping while Jack shoved the poker into it. Her flesh crawled! Groaning, she twisted her body, once more tugging at the ropes that wouldn't give an inch. She jerked with all her strength, making the table move an inch or two over the filthy cabin floor. Her nostrils flared with the effort. But the ropes held firmly, keeping her arms and legs in place, while the teens waited for the poker to heat up.
'Oh please, please, Jack! I've never done anything to deserve this,' Patty pleaded as the young men watched
