Raped And Chained Cousin
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of 
war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins 
forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide 
them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience. 

In RAPED AND CHAINED COUSIN, young Debbie Asliton finds herself in just such 
a situation. Held captive by her two male cousins then degraded and forced 
to perform what she considers perverse sex acts, she nonetheless finds 
within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized 
she had. 

Debbie suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes 
through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Wh.. .where are you taking me?" Debbie Asliton asked, drawing back from her 
two grinning cousins some ten feet in front of 

The thickening forest cast its green gloom around the young blonde as she 
peered ahead, carefully picking her way through the spongy carpet of leaves 
and pine needles. It was only four o'clock but under the tall, umbrella-like 
branches it seemed much later. 

"Come on, Deb," Byron said, shoving both hands in the pockets of his faded 
jeans and grinning at her. "Just a little farther." 

"Yeah, Debbie. Come on. You said you wanted to see the stream," Jack, the 
older boy said, leaning against a tall eucalyptus and smiling sexily at her. 

"Yes, I guess so," she answered hesitantly, dropping her eyes from Jack's 
stare. 

She had wanted to see this "secret spot." It had sounded so intriguing, so 
beautiful, not at all like anything she had seen in her native Los Angeles. 
But as the three of them left her uncle's ranch near the small Northern 
California town of Gazelle and plunged deeper and deeper into the 
surrounding forest, the blonde teen became increasingly nervous and hesitant 
about following her cousins. 

They had looked over their shoulders several times as she trudged behind, 
whispering conspiratorially, then pretending they had said nothing in 
particular when she questioned them on what was going on. More and more 
uneasy, Debbie thought about turning back. But she was incredibly lost and 
that thought made her hands shake as she carefully stepped over a 
half-decayed log and pushed aside some waist-high field grass to keep up 
with her handsome cousins. 

"Just a little more this way, Deb," Byron said, a tall, thickly built 
dark-haired football player. 

His brother Jack was still a little taller with a thick mop of unruly blond 
hair continually dangling in his eyes. Both boys had been eying their 
visiting cousin more than casually ever since she arrived for her vacation 
one week ago, an occurrence not noticed by their parents, but certainly 
recognized by Debbie. 

"Oh, all right," she said, sighing and trying to cover her increasing fear. 

Byron disappeared down a small incline, the tall grass and bushes swaying 
behind him. Debbie could hear the sounds of cracking branches and sliding 
stones and dirt. Jack followed, calling over his shoulder for her to follow. 
Debbie stopped, crisscrossing her arms and wishing for all she was worth 
that she could leave. The girl was half-expecting them to attack her when 
she reached the bottom of that small, overgrown ravine. And wouldn't she be 
inviting that sort of thing? Shockingly, Debbie found one part of her 
thoughts that smiled at that idea-raped by her cousins, by those two 
handsome young studs. 

The girl shook her head, stretching out one hand and bracing herself against 
a tall pine. A light breeze from the west rustled the leaves around her, 
chilling her flesh and raising some goose-pimples under her light-pink 
cotton summer dress. She couldn't believe she was thinking these thoughts! 
Thoughts about-about fucking, about doing things with boys her widowed 
mother would have fainted at. Time and time again her mother had warned her: 
"If I catch you running around with men before you're twenty I'll throw you 
out. Men want only one thing, Debbie. And once they get it they'll leave you 
high and dry!" 

Her mother's warning words rang in her head again and again. Perhaps that 
nervousness was the reason she had sent her attractive daughter up here to 
this no-man's land. But little did her mother Lydia realize that there would 
be two healthy, lusty studs who'd be sniffing out her daughter's cherry. And 
wasn't she ready for something like that? Wasn't she ready for a fucking? 
Her cunt was red and puffy, itching and wet, ready for something to touch 
it, to rub up against her stiffening clit and squeeze down into her swelling 
cunt. 

Debbie's legs trembled as pussyjuice frothed from her cuntslit and dampened 
the surrounding feathery blonde hairs. Her entire body tensed as she 
followed slowly behind her descending cousins. Her nipples tightened, 
stiffening and rubbing up against the leaves. She could barely make out the 
forms of her two muscular cousins. They were still calling out to her, 
motioning for her to come on down. 

"Okay." 

Carefully the attractive blonde teen picked her way down, letting out small 
screams as her sandaled feet slipped more than once. Several times Debbie 
felt her dress riding up beyond her knees. Modestly she pushed the hem down, 
then began descending the steep hill once again. 

"I've got 'er." 

Byron was holding her by the upper arm, guiding her down into the ravine. It 
was much darker down here. She could hardly see the sky overhead, and the 
closely grown bushes and trees seemed to have deadened the sound. 

"You a virgin?" 

The question from Byron made her jump. She wheeled around, thinking she 
should slap him. Instead the girl simply stood there dumbly, her eyes 
broadening as he started unzipping his pants. 

"What are you doing?" Debbie gasped, an itching desire creeping around her 
sleepy cunt. 

"You think she's gonna give good head if we make her?" he said, ignoring her 
cry. 

"Yeah, got a nice mouth. You got a nice hot mouth, don'tcha? You girls down 
in L.A. do lots of things we guys up here read about. Now we wanna see 'em." 

"No, no, no," she whispered, her voice breaking as she backed away. One 
sandal came off and Debbie trembled, stumbling to catch her balance. Her 
worst fears had come true! "Don't make me do that. I don't want to. I don't, 
I don't, I don't!" 

She turned, scrambling up the steep hillside. But her panic had shattered 
her ability to pick her way up the ravine and her knees scraped painfully 
against the rocks embedded in the soft brown dirt. Twice the girl grasped 
frantically at the protruding weeds and small plants but she felt them 
tearing from their anchorage with her weight. Tumbling and sliding back, 
Debbie picked herself up from the fern-covered floor and stared once more at 
her cousins. They were going to rape her! Oh yes, she could see that in 
their eyes. 

"Oh don't.. .don't hurt me," she whispered, her quivering voice lost in the 
thick overgrowth of the forest. 

Debbie screamed, turning as if she were going to run away. She could feel 
her body explode into heat as she felt Byron catch her in his strong arms 
and pull her tightly against his body, the rod of his cock pressing into her 
ass. Oh God, he must really have something very, very long and thick for her 
to feel it through his Levi's! 

"Ohhhhh yeah, yeah, I been beatin' off a long time thinking about doing 
something like this," he groaned, dropping his face in her thick mane of 
silky blonde hair and biting the nape of her neck. 

Debbie flinched, her feet slipping along the damp earth. Twice she had 
nearly twisted away from her sex-crazed cousin. But now he held her tightly, 
his powerful fingers bruising her flesh while he kept nibbling and biting at 
her. 

"Go on, see just how fuckin' hot the bitch is," Byron said to his brother. 

"Oh no, don't touch me. Don't!" 

Debbie stared wide-eyed at Jack. He was grinning at her, wiping his mouth 
with the back of one big hand. She could see his square white front teeth 
and the image of a wolf about to bite into her throat crossed her mind as he 
stepped up to her. Debbie cried out as she saw his arm flash out and down. 
Then there was a tugging on her dress and before she knew what he had done 
she felt his hand rubbing over her thighs and up to the silken crotch band, 
dampening under the constant seepage from her cunt. 

"Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh, she's got it bad," Jack said, his smile broadening as he 
cupped his fingers and rubbed the silky material into the girl's pussy. 

The shocking sensation of the damp nylon rubbing up into her cuntal mouth 
sent thrills of pleasure rushing up and down Debbie's spine. She stiffened 
her legs, instinctively pushing back against her tormentor, her feet 
slipping over his. 

"Soppy down there?" 

"Man, she's got it comin' outta her like she's been waitin' for us for a 
long time," Jack commented wryly, wriggling one finger up around the crotch 
band and rubbing it back up against her furry cuntslit. Debbie moaned, 
throwing her head back, the cords in her neck sticking out. She shouldn't be 
reacting this way. She should be showing outrage at this treatment by 
members of her own family. But all she could do was slide her ass from side 
to side, feeling it rubbing against her cousin's crotch. Again and again she 
had images of the two studs with their long, hard cocks fucking her-fucking 
her-fucking her in the cunt, fucking her in the mouth, fucking her in the 
ass. 

"Hey, man, she's good, she's good and tight, I'll bet," Jack said, slipping 
his fingers around the furry swollen mound and tightening them. 

Debbie thought she would faint from the conflicting feelings racing through 
her mind. .Her mother's frowning face appeared once .again and Debbie 
screamed, twisting like, a mad woman against her cousin Byron. Jack stepped 
forward, cupping one hand over her . mouth, pressing it so hard he cut his 
lips against her front teeth. Worse, the girl could smell her own hot juices 
on his fingers. Oh, oh, he was right! If she had so much juice coming out of 
her she must have been wanting something like this to happen! "Uhhhhh . . . 
" 

Debbie moaned through that hand gag as ' she felt his other hand inching up 
toward her cunt. Her body was burning for that touch. When he touched her 
cunt, having shoved her damp panties down to her knees, the girl flinched 
back, pressing her ass into Byron's crotch once more. "Somethin' else, man. 
When she jerks away from your hand she's backing up into my cock!" 

"Yeah, and I'm gonna give her a few fingers up the old pussy. Ever been 
finger-fucked before, baby? Not as good as having a prick squeezin' through. 
But if I get two fingers in you, you might like it." 

Debbie pumped her ass back and forth as if she were trying to get away from 
them. Well, wasn't she? Didn't she do all she could to try to escape from 
these maniacs? But now they had her firmly in their grip and she could do 
nothing. 

Jack slid his hand back to her pussy. Her juice was frothing out so thickly 
from her hot pussy that it coated her hair and started to seep down her 
legs. 

"Man, it's so fuckin' wet down here!" 

"She's pumpin' her ass around like she's some kinda virgin. Bet she's gonna 
cry when I stick my cock in her, right cousin? You gonna cry?" 

"No, no!" 

Debbie lowered her head, shaking it from side to side, burning with shame as 
he hunched his prick into her ass once more. And then she felt Jack slip two 
fingers into her hot pussy. The feel of them gliding past the fat outer lips 
was enough to make her fall to the ground. Instead she wriggled around, 
still trying to get away. "No, stop it!" 

There was a tearing sound. Her dress! Jack was ripping it from her body! 
Debbie screamed, feeling the garment loosening immediately around her 
narrow, shaking shoulders. Byron let go for an instant so his brother could 
rip away her bra. That move was almost enough for the girl to wriggle away. 

"Help me! Oh God, someone help me!" she screamed. 

"Get the bitch!" 

Debbie grabbed her torn dress with one hand, beating down the high grass 
with the other. She managed to stumble past Jack, watching him pitch forward 
and fall flat on his face. She would have laughed if her growing terror 
hadn't been so bad. The other side of the ravine was less steep, and it was 
to that side that Debbie scrambled. Her hair flew out behind her, her tits 
jiggling in the confines of her bra as she began to ascend the hill. 

"Christ, man, get 'er before she gets away! If she tells mom and dad we're 
in for it!" Byron shouted. 

Debbie screamed again, hearing someone scrambling up the hill behind her. 
She slipped, regained her footing, then slipped again, sliding on her face 
in the dirt. She felt herself sliding into someone behind her. Oh God, her 
cousin Jack! 

"Trying to get away, huh? And all we wanted to do was tap your cherry!" 

"No, don't . . . " 

He was twisting his fingers in her hair, tearing at it, pulling and yanking 
so hard that he brought tears to her eyes. 

"Yaghghghghhh!" 

"Shut up, you fuckin' dumb bitch!" 

What had he called her? Debbie stared up in amazement, seeing him raise his 
right hand at the same time. She knew what he was going to do and flinched, 
begging him with all her strength not to hurt her. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

The fist came down quickly, cutting a broad arc in the air. She could hear 
the hissing sound, the sound of his hand cutting that semicircle before it 
smacked soundly against one cheek. The force of the blow snapped Debbie's 
head to one side. Stars exploded in her head, her legs slipping down yet 
farther on the ravine. 

"Bring 'er down here and we'll finish her off. Man, I wanna see what it's 
like fuckin' that little cunt. You think she's virgin? You said she was," 
Byron said, watching as his brother brought the girl back down to the 
ravine. 

"Don't know, but we're gonna find out fast." 

"Oh, I am. I am . . . " Both brothers looked at one another and shrugged. 

"Don't wanna mess up my cock with any cherry. I got an idea," Byron said, 
reaching around and pulling out a marlin spike. "Dad gave me this. He picked 
it up when he was in the Navy. Sailors use this for everything-" 

As he examined the long, rusty spike, Debbie's eyes focused in on the thing. 
She knew he was planning to use that horrid thing on her. But how? 

"Man, you could cut line with this, sew with it, even fish with it-in a way, 
leastwise, according to my old man," Byron continued, rubbing his fingers 
along the rusty surface, then smiling at the girl. "Let's turn her over 
after we strip her." 

Hands were at her again, tugging at her dress. Debbie struggled, curling her 
fingers into two fists and beating them against her cousins. Of course they 
prevailed, pulling her dress down and off. Next off came her bra, the straps 
loosening around her shoulders and sliding down. In a moment the girl found 
herself half-naked. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

She scooted her ass back, her asscheeks sinking gently into the forest 
floor. Another chilly breeze from the north raised goose-flesh under the 
frazzled blonde cunt-hairs of her pussy. Debbie shuddered, her teeth 
chattering as she flung her arms around her tits and held them there. Byron 
pushed her back, curling his fingers around the leg bands of her panties and 
pulling them down from her knees, over her ankles, over her toes. 

"Nice, real nice," he said, admiring her shaking, shivering cousin. 

"Yeah, gonna feel real good slippin' my cock into her," his brother added. 

"Over, over," Byron said, making a circle with the hand still holding the 
spike. 

Debbie sniffed, rubbing her nose, then rolling onto her hands and knees as 
her cousin ordered. She stared straight ahead, peering at the leaves 
rustling in front of her. Somewhere in the distance she could hear birds 
calling to one another. It was so peaceful out there. No one would have 
believed she was undergoing the ordeal of a lifetime in these Godly 
surroundings. 

Byron held the spike in an easy, accustomed grip of two fingers and a thumb. 
Debbie cringed, wishing she could sink into the middle of the earth and 
disappear. Shame overwhelmed her. She was naked, naked in front of these 
men. She had always felt a little uneasy even taking her clothes off in 
front of the other girls. They always stared at her-at her narrow waist, her 
full, high-riding tits, her curved hips and her long, lithe thighs. She was 
an attractive young woman, and she knew it. But still Debbie did her best 
not to "cock-tease," as some of the girls called it. 

Quickly Byron bent down, sliding a thin line across her right forearm. 
Debbie cried out, flinching away from the pain. Shaking the hair from her 
eyes, she saw a long red mark where the tip of the spike had cut her. 

"Why? Why are.. .are you doing this to me?" the girl stammered. 

"Don't know. 'Cause I like it, I guess," Byron said, shrugging stupidly at 
her. 

"No please, don't. Please, put that thing away," she begged. 

"Come on. Just stay there and shut up and you won't get hurt." 

"What are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes going down to Byron's 
crotch. There she could see the definite outline of something very long and 
thick and tubular pressing hard against the front of his Levi's. 

"Just do as I tell you." 

The girl was shaking with terror, fear making her stomach buck. She didn't 
dare look over her shoulder at her cousins. She could hear their feet 
crunching over the dead leaves and needles. She could hear Byron breathing a 

IS little harder. His deep, shuddering breaths filled the air around her. 

"Open up your knees, Debbie." 

He knelt behind her. The young teen wanted to sneak away, to sink out of 
sight, to die rather than obey him. But still she did as she was told, 
spreading her knees apart and feeling them rubbing against the soft dirt 
while raising her asscheeks in the air. The wet, sticky line of her pussy 
crack was exposed, naked in her cousin's eyes. Oh, oh, and her mother had 
sent her up here for the good life! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Uhhhhhh.. .oh, you're.. .you're hurting me with that . . . oh no . . . " 

Debbie moaned pitifully. She could feel him moving the tip of that spike 
across one ass-cheek, then sliding it down over her ass to the other 
ass-cheek. The arc it followed went from the outside, up toward her tits, 
then slowly down to the spot where her ass met her thigh. The pressure 
increased to a needle sharpness when he moved it up to her pussy. Debbie 
shivered, drawing her knees together protectively. 

"I said keep 'em spread apart!" 

She felt her cousin's broad hand smacking her ass several times, the 
resulting electric, dry heat racing to her cunt and making her cunt quiver. 
She cried out, blinking away several tears that were threatening to trickle 
down her flushed cheeks. 

Sucking in her lower lip, Debbie bit down hard, struggling to keep some bit 
of sanity in an increasingly insane world. It was as if monsters had been 
set loose on her body and were gnawing all the sensitive, unspeakably 
pleasurable spots on her body. She wanted to weep but she knew the slightest 
move would put the tip of the spike right through her flesh. 

"Man, she's shakin', " Byron said, barely concealing his delight. 

"Yeah, she's gonna be shakin' like crazy when we stick our cocks into her." 

"Yeah, gonna spear this bitch with more than the marlin." 

Debbie's cunt sucked in air with a whooshing sound, opening in an 
uncontrollable spasm as the spike traced the outer line of her pussy labes. 
The soft, wet vulnerability of the area made her shake with terror. Again 
the girl shook. Her eyes blinked, the lids wrinkling as Byron drew the spike 
closer to her cunt, then pulled it away. 

"Ohhhhh . . . " 

For one brief second Debbie thought she had a respite. The young teen let 
out a sigh of relief, her head sagging down, her elbows bending out slightly 
while the tenseness around her outer cunt labes eased. She thought of her 
home, of her mother, of the nice warm bed in her uncle's home. Soon, she 
hoped, she would be there, thinking of some way she could get back home 
without causing a scene. 

A bracing chill froze the center of her cunt. That spike! That horrid marlin 
spike was pressing full-length against her cunt! The rusty side was pressed 
against the wet slit from her clit to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. 
Debbie shuddered, feeling her pussy clamp down on the emptiness. 

"Man, look at 'er," Byron said, scoffing at the reaction of her cunt. 

"Christ, she's gonna snap that thing in half if you stick it in 'er." 

Debbie arched her back, curling her fingers and digging them into the soft 
dirt. 

"Yeah, a real whore, a slut," Byron said, rocking the tip of the spike back 
and forth against the girl's reddening clit. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" 

Debbie was rubbing, rutting like a mare, moving her ass from left to right. 
Slowly she became aware of the little cutting jabs her cousin was making 
with the tip of that spike, her cunt-juice dribbling across her tiny wounds 
adding a spicy sensation to the tightness between her legs. 

"Yeah, baby, yeah, bitch, come on." 

Debbie felt a hotter, more intense lust flowing from her crotch. She fought 
with herself, telling herself again and again that it wasn't right. No, it 
just wasn't right for her to be feeling things like this with her cousins, 
her own family. And yet.. .and yet there were those feelings coursing 
through her body, undeniable, very, very exciting! 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

The repeated touch and chill of the spike sent streamers of lewd chills 
rushing through the terrified teen. She bobbed her ass from side to side, 
trying to jerk it away from the offending iron. But the resulting subtle 
rubbing of her cuntal walls against one another made Debbie pant with sexual 
heat. 

"Gotta see if she's cherry or not!" 

"I am! I am!" Debbie cried, her pulse racing. 

She opened her eyes and twisted her head around just in time to see her 
cousin gripping that spike with one hand and heading it right into her 
pussy. 

"Nooooo!" The searing pain was inseparable from the electric thrill of the 
direct clit touch. "Noooo!" 

Debbie tried wrestling away from the young stud. Jack came to his brother's 
rescue, moving around and bending down. She felt her second cousin's hands 
gripping her naked shoulders and holding her down. 

"You ain't goin' nowhere, baby." 

"No, oh no!" 

Debbie felt her cuntlips catch fire. The constant rushing of her pussyjuice 
across the tiny cuts in her flesh created more heat. Her pulse exploded in 
her veins while her temples pounded. No, no, he was going to stab her with 
that thing, tear her to pieces with it! 

"I . . . I . . . " 

The notion that he was going to hurt her even more with the spike somehow 
made her more excited. Her cunt-juice flowed faster. Debbie felt a strange 
kind of rising warmth on her cheeks, her tits, and even in her belly. The 
fiery burning in her cuntlips and the terror of that awful spike wound her 
excitement higher and higher. How she hated those two boys for doing this to 
her. And yet at the same time she loved them for it all! 

"Oh baby, baby, wanna fuck you real bad!" Byron said, his fingers trembling 
around the rusty marlin spike. 

"Stick it into her first and see if she's still got her fuckin' cherry," 
Jack encouraged, trapping his cousin's head between his knees. 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

Byron held her more tightly with one hand, dragging the tip of the spike 
back, stinging a groove down to the edge of Debbie's cunt-mouth. The 
buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit slackened off a bit now. But the 
terror of having her cunt ripped open by that thing still held firm. What 
was worse, Debbie thought she heard one of them talking about sticking that 
spike into her pussy. They were going to fuck her with that thing, tear out 
her cherry with it! 

"No, don't hurt me with that.. .that spike. Don't touch me with it!" Debbie 
shoved her ass back at her cousin, the tip of the spike slipping around the 
rim of her cunt. As much as she hated to admit it the young girl felt more 
and more aroused at the thought of having her cunt pierced by that horrid 
steel thing. "Uhhhhh . . . " 

She pushed her ass back again, raising her jiggling reddened asscheeks up a 
bit. Debbie was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for her cousins, even 
for that rusty steel thing bobbing up and down in Byron's hand. She wanted 
to have him jab his cock into her. But if he had to, he could stab her with 
that spike first. Maybe it would be better, taking care of her cherry with 
the spike before sticking his prick all the way into her! 

"Oh God!" 

The spike poked at the rim of her asshole. Debbie's jaws slackened, her face 
blanching as she gasped from shock. The stabs forced the gray rubbery ring 
of her asshole inward, barely breaking the skin. And after this Jack and 
Byron were talking about fucking her in the ass! Were they serious about 
that? 

"Uhhhhhh . . . " 

Turning around again, Debbie watched as Byron unzipped his Levi's all the 
way. She swallowed down a lump of fear and excitement. Only in pictures had 
Debbie seen a man's cock. Even those photos had excited her with thoughts 
too lewd for words And now.. .now her own cousin was stripping, pulling out 
his.. .his thing and.. . "Oh God!" 

Debbie flinched away, rubbing her head hard against Jack's legs in front of 
her. It was big, way bigger than anything she had seen in those picture 
magazines her friend Kathy had brought her. And he was going to stick that 
thing into her? It was nearly eight, no, maybe nine inches long and at least 
one-and-a-half inches thick! And the head! It was purple, slick with his own 
juices. The very sight of that fat, long cock made her faint with fear. 

"Ohhhh yeah, yeahhh . . . " 

Byron was panting now, jacking at his cock. His fist moved faster and faster 
on the slippery shaft while he poked the tip of the spike into the puffy 
outer edges of her cuntlips. Then he moved it back to her ass. In spite of 
herself the girl began rolling her hips from side to side, arching and 
thrusting her asscheeks back at him. 

"She's turnin' onto it, man. She really digs it, havin' her ass cut up like 
that." 

The entire area around her pussy blazed with a glowing heat she had never 
known in her life. Debbie's nervous, aroused sweat trickled into her pussy, 
making it burn and itch. At times when she moaned hard Byron slapped her 
ass, making long, red marks on her white flesh. They called her all sorts of 
things while that dreadful spike jabbed and knifed at her all-too-sensitive 
flesh. 

"Uhhhhh . . . oh my God!" 

Byron was going a little wild now, blindly stabbing that thing against her 
asscheeks. Then it stopped, the steely rod sliding up to her cuntlips and 
in, her outer labia spreading to accommodate it. Again the frantic blonde 
teen lurched forward, trying to escape the inevitable. 

"Stay right there, baby. Right there," Jack said, holding her firmly with 
his legs. 

Debbie rolled her eyes back, feeling that cold, rusty spike edging its way 
down deeper into her body. Her cuntal folds trembled at the rough touch, the 
muscles clenching, relaxing, then clenching again in a sexy milking 
movement. A cock, yes, that's what her pussy thought it was, a fat, hot cock 
sliding into her body. Debbie moaned, dipping her ass down and then jerking 
it back into the air. How she wanted it, wanted that cock her cousin was 
jerking around behind. But he was only screwing that spike into her body. 

"Ow! No, no, don't . . . oh please don't try to . . . oh no!" 

Byron only laughed, swallowing hard, then pushing the spike against her 
cherry with one quick jab. "Yaghghghghhhh!" 

The explosion of pain in her crotch made her head snap up while her knees 
slid apart farther, threatening to pitch the girl face-down in the mud. Jack 
held her up by the shoulders while Byron finished the unnatural fucking, 
stabbing the spike in a little farther, then drawing it out. 

"Man, yeah, she was cherry all right," he said, examining the pink froth on 
the brown, rusty surface. 

"Oh, oh, owwwww!" 

Debbie gasped and cried, desperately trying to catch her breath from that 
awful attack. How her cunt burned and ached from that dreadful fucking. And 
they were laughing, just laughing at her! 

"Come on, let's fuck the shit outta her now," Byron said, wiping the spike 
on some tall grass and slipping it back into the leather case on his belt. 

"Yeah, good and hot fuckin'. " 

"No!" she screamed as Jack slipped both hands under her shoulders and 
dragged her up to her feet. 

"No use fighting us, baby. We're gonna get you one way or the other." 

Byron clamped one hand over her mouth, dragging her kicking, biting and 
writhing over to the other side of the ravine. The pain between her legs had 
disappeared under the growing fear of more pain being visited upon her. 
Debbie begged them to let her go, hoping against hope with one part of her 
mind that they had finished with her. 

They dragged her into one clump of brush, the prickly overgrowth whipping 
her face, snagging her long, blonde hair. Debbie kept her eyes shut, tears 
oozing out from under her lids. Byron finally dropped her, the fall knocking 
some wind from her. Before she could recover Jack jammed a filthy 
handkerchief in her mouth. 

"She's real nice, nice and soft," Jack said, smoothing one hand over her 
ass. 

"Yaghghhhfhhffff!" 

He slapped her hard after that comment, his fingers like five stinging 
whips, sending shivers of pain/pleasure racing to her overheated clit. 

"Man, she's in heat, really in heat like half the real dog-bitches we got 
around here." Byron pinched her ass and made the girl squeal once more. 

They were both squatting down, holding her by the knees and shoulders. Her 
eyes were big, unblinking, staring at them as she awaited the worst. Jack 
had tugged down his trousers as well and she turned and saw a prick just as 
big as his brother's. Two big cocks, swollen and red with lust, were ready 
to fuck her. She struggled once more, managing to pull one arm away from 
them. But then Debbie lost her balance and fell on her ass. They laughed and 
got hold of her once more, pulling her into a clearer area. 

"She likes to fight. We can't have that," Byron said. 

"I've got a little rope here." 

Jack pulled out a twenty-inch piece of hemp from his rear pocket. 

"Yeah, that'll do." 

Byron flung her against an ash tree, the hard bark scratching her bare 
thighs and belly hard. One of the cousins was forcing her hands around the 
trunk while the other tied her wrists together. Debbie moaned, pressing one 
side of her face against the rough surface of the tall tree. Her knees 
scraped painfully against the surface while she cracked one of her toenails 
against a jutting root. 

"We can't fuck her in the cunt tied up like that," Byron commented, stepping 
back. 

"No. Guess we'll have to fuck her in the ass." 

"Maybe she's got termites in the ass." 

"Then how . . . " 

"Yeah, I see a way." 

Her curiosity was aroused in spite of the fear. The very thought of being 
raped stoked her lust. She was being taken and used by these smelly animals, 
her own cousins! 

"Hey, Deb, come on, fuck the tree. Come on, move around and pump your cunt 
against the bark." 

"No, you're crazy!" she shot back, twisting her head around, wanting to spit 
in their faces. "Do it, baby, do it!" 

Debbie heard the hiss of leather being scraped along the rough fabric of 
their Levi's. Blinking away more tears, the blonde teen saw Byron pulling 
his belt out from the restraining loops. He was going to beat her! 

"No!" 

She twisted her head back, pressing her cheeks against the bark, looking 
dazedly in front of her while beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. She 
could feel her scalp crinkling under her mane of golden hair while her ass 
tensed, tightening, waiting for the first stinging blow of the black leather 
belt. 

"I said fuck that tree!" 

Debbie shook her head from side to side, chewing down on the gag that had 
long-since wadded down with her saliva, enabling her to speak. 

"I won't, I won't . . . " 

The girl heard the snap of leather being doubled. Then she heard the crunch 
of a purposeful step behind her on the leaves and dead twigs. He was behind 
her-Byron with his belt, snapping it near her head, threatening her with it. 
She heard his heavy breathing. 

"Then I'm gonna make you fuck it." 

The leather hissed, cutting through the air, arching toward the frantic 
girl. There was a moment's silence. Then the belt chewed into the soft, 
white resilient flesh of her right ass-cheek. The shocking, hot blow made 
the teen's body snap. Debbie let out a high-pitched yowl, tightening her ass 
as the heat exploded through her and radiated up to her clit. Her knees 
tightened around the tree trunk, her cunt rubbing up against the rough bark. 
Yes, she was doing it now, doing what they had told her to do. She was 
fucking the tree. 

"That's it, Debbie. Fuck the tree nice. Move your pussy up and down." 

She tightened her ass, raising her buttocks up. Goose-flesh erupted. Her 
cunt closed and her clit tingled, waiting for the next blow. It came with a 
savagery that took her breath away. Debbie clawed at the ropes restraining 
her wrists as more and more glowing sparks showered against her clit. 

"Uhhhhhh . . . " 

Another blow, this one tearing into her other ass-cheek. The recoil sent 
hot, piercing lightning bolts of delight stabbing into her clit. How wet her 
cunt-hairs were again, the juice trickling down her thighs. 

A third blow snapped down right into her ass, the leather burning the inner 
rounded curves of her asscheeks. Debbie's body bowed in, her nipples 
scraping over the tree bark. 

"For a girl who's never been fucked, this one's sure goin' for it," Byron 
commented, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. 

"Yeah, and she's just startin' with us," Jack said, rubbing his cock and 
staring at the roped, helpless teen in front of him. "Just startin'. " 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Ooooffff!" 

The gag slipped from her mouth, falling to Debbie's bare feet. Byron picked 
up his speed once more, slapping his leather belt again and again against 
her ass. The girl groaned, rubbing her chin against the rough bark, drawing 
her knees together. She was dizzy as swirls of light exploded in front of 
her eyes. The two brothers were calling her all sorts of names, their litany 
of hate slowly fading, pushed out by the throbbing in her confused mind. 

"Ughhhh.. .ayghghghgh!" 

Another tearing blow ripped into her right ass-cheek, the recoil punching 
through her cunt into her clit. Debbie chewed her lower lip, shame and guilt 
matching the agony racing through her injured asscheeks. 

"Ughhhhh!" 

Another smack forced the girl to jerk her thighs forward. Then she felt 
something, a shred of loose bark perhaps, enter her cunt, scraping against 
her pussy walls. Byron stopped his whipping, stepping behind her and sliding 
his hands down to her asscheeks. Debbie moaned, feeling his fingers kneading 
the injured, reddened flesh. He was forcing her asscheeks up and down, 
moving them forward, rubbing her pussy against the tree. 

"No, oh God," she moaned, throwing her head back. "You're sick, an animal . 
. . " 

He squeezed her ass hard, making her wince in pain. It was as if his hands 
were pounding her into the ash and rubbing her cunt against it. And she was 
loving it! Oh God, she was enjoying her humiliation. It was as if she had to 
have something in her cunt, in her ass-just as long as it was stiff, 
pumping, demanding, tearing her apart. Debbie jerked her head back once 
more, letting out a groan of defeat. 

"Bring that fuckin' log over here before I cum all over myself." 

Jack grunted. 

"Come on, gimme some help. Can't do this fuckin' thing by myself." 

Debbie sighed, hanging from her bound wrists. She heard the belt fall. The 
young studs moved around behind her and she felt the ground jarring as the 
log was rolled to where she was roped. Something knocked against her heels 
and from the rough feel of it against her ankles the young girl guessed it 
was that piece of heavy dead wood. 

"Get 'er up so I can get this damned thing in place," Byron grunted. 

She felt Jack bending down against her, grabbing her by the ankles and 
pushing her up. The log rolled against the base of the tree, right-angled so 
her knees rested against the other end. The odd angle strained her tied 
wrists. Debbie guessed she must have been at least three feet off the 
ground. The big log was broad enough to support both knees even when they 
were spread wide open. 

"Man, she's all wet in there. Just like a fuckin' cunt should be," Byron 
commented. 

"Leave 'er where she is right now. Help me get this stone over." 

Both brothers dragged a large slab of gray rock and placed it behind her. 
Debbie stared down, wondering what further hideous crimes her cousins would 
commit against her. Byron was first. 

"I'll get 'er ready. Then you'll come in and take over," he said, standing 
spread-legged on the rock while his brother held Debbie's legs to the log 
and steadied her. 

Byron reached forward and pulled her closer to his hard, throbbing cock. The 
girl gasped; feeling his spongy cockhead slipping up and down the wet, 
feathery-curled crack between her legs. This time it was a cock, a real 
man's cock that was going to penetrate her. The young teen gasped, her jaws 
parting as she felt the fat prickhead rubbing up and down against her pussy. 
When the head brushed against her clit, Debbie tightened her grip around the 
tree, her arms knotting with tension. He was fucking her, really fucking 
her! "Uhhhhhh . . . " 

Byron slipped his prick in fast, the wet, swollen lips cushioning his 
hard-driving upward thrust. Debbie snapped her head from one side to the 
other, throwing her long hair back and forth, letting the blonde strands 
tangle with the branches, pulling her hair free and not feeling the tug. 

"Like gettin' fucked, baby? You like having your pussy filled up by my 
cock?" 

Debbie couldn't answer. A riot erupted between her leg, taking all sane 
thinking from her mind. Her big, high-riding tits jiggled against her body 
while her pert little ass wiggled against Byron's belly. Her belly muscles 
slid downward to match the upward rhythm. She shook her ass more and more as 
the fucking rhythm increased. The movement made her heavy ass muscles dance 
and jump, driving the young stud behind her wild with lust. 

"Jesus Christ! She's good, really good. Man, she's clinching them muscles 
around my prick. Yeahhhhh, Goddamned fuckin' bitch, she's.. .ughhhhhh . . . 
" 

Byron threw back his head, arching his spine while driving his knees hard 
into the backs of her legs. Debbie screamed too, matching him sound for 
sound. Fucking in this position after the belt whipping was driving her to 
dizzying heights. 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

The teen just couldn't understand it at all. The savagery of these past few 
moments had turned her into an animal, the same kind of rutting, horrid 
animal her cousins already were. She had lusts as strong as theirs, 
apparently, and just as kinky too. Byron kept on fucking her, drilling her, 
sending out a torrent of his white-hot jizz into her convulsing pussy, his 
spunk oozing down her shivering thighs. 

"God . . . " 

He drew out, steadying himself, then glancing down at his brother. 

"Sloppy seconds. But she's so damned tight there you won't even notice." 

"Ohhhh, please . . . oh God, no, no, no," Debbie cried, closing her eyes and 
shaking her head from side to side. 

The rough bark chafed her thigh flesh. Her tits rubbed teasingly up and down 
against the side of that tall ash while the ropes reddened her wrists. Twice 
the girl pulled down at the thin piece of restraining line, trying to break 
free. Her long hair flipped back and forth against her shoulder blades while 
her knees dug hard at the tree. More than once her feet slipped along the 
wet dirt near the ash's roots as Debbie tried to break away. These , awful 
young men were doing such terrible things to her. And what was worse was 
that she was secretly enjoying them! "Is she good?" 

"Go on, Brother, feed her, feel her gobble your cock up," Byron answered, 
throwing back his handsome head and laughing loudly. 

Debbie burned with shame. They were talking about her as if she were some 
kind of gutter slut. She was their cousin, their own flesh and blood, and 
they were doing this to her! 

"No!" 

From the distance she could hear a plane droning far overhead. A faint 
breeze started up again, rustling the leaves and pushing some grass against 
her thighs. Jack came over, running his hands over her body. Debbie tensed, 
holding her breath and rolling her eyes as she tried to get a better look at 
her tormentor. 

"Oh yeah, yeah, and to think we're the first ones to fuck her. No wonder 
she's so Goddamned hot! Probably been thinking about all those guys she 
wanted to have on top of her drillin' her cross-eyed, and not havin' a one! 
Well," Jack said, bobbing his head up and down and smirking at her, "you're 
gonna have more 'n your share before we get through with you." 

Debbie breathed with whistling sounds through her nostrils, wondering what 
further degradation would be used against her. She felt his rough hands on 
her hips, moving her ass out and up. He was positioning her. The girl heard 
his breathing becoming more irregular. He was saying something to his 
brother about what a nice ass she had and about how he couldn't decide 
whether to fuck her in the cunt or up the ass! "No, no, no!" 

His hands grabbed her hip bones roughly. Debbie stiffened, chewing against 
the tree as she felt his long hard cock drilling into her. If anything Jack 
was larger than his brother. Debbie shrieked, feeling as if her cousin were 
tearing her body right down the middle. She felt as if she were being shish 
kebabed all the way up to her pounding heart. The giant pole of flesh and 
muscle tugged at her cuntal lining, pulling back, making her outer cunt 
labes pucker out, then shoving back in inch by thick, pulsing inch! 

"Uhhhggg.. .yaghghghh!" 

Her cuntal muscles tightened, clenching down on the fat invader. The 
cramping sent painful throbs racing through her body, taking Debbie's breath 
away. She cried out, snapping her head from side to side, the pain growing 
worse. Jack only laughed more loudly at her, biting her neck as his brother 
had done and pressing his knees hard up against the backs of her legs. And 
all the while that awful tree was driving splinters into her belly. 

"Aghghghhghh!" the girl screamed again, the pressure of her tightening 
cuntal walls releasing only for a moment, then chomping back down on the 
invading cock. 

"Man, she's.. .uhhh.. .she's goin' nuts," Jack said, tossing his head from 
left to right, shaking off the excess perspiration. "Her cunt's chewin' on 
my cock." 

"Told you she was one hell of a fuck," Byron said, scratching his head and 
grinning at the two locked in a fucking embrace. "She's gonna go nuts by the 
time we fuck her Goddamned brains out." 

"Oh no, no!" 

Jack's cock slipped in more. Debbie could almost feel the thick, blue 
rope-like veins pressing out against the tight-fitting cockskin. He was 
chugging that thing through her cunt, pulling back, then sticking it in 
deeper. All the time his thumbs and fingers bruised her flesh, shoving her 
body against the tree, pulling it back, then shoving it forward once again. 

"Stop this . . . oh God, you're.. .you're hurting me!" 

The girl writhed helplessly under him, agonizing to the pressure of the hot, 
searing pain in her cunt. Several times Debbie flexed her cuntal muscles 
tightly together in an attempt to force out the intruding prick. Byron's 
cock had for some reason caused her less distress than Jack's. Tears of pain 
oozed down her cheeks as Debbie felt every fleshy ridge of his cock-rod. 

"Man.. .man, I could cum right now, shoot my load into this fuckin' bitch," 
Jack groaned. 

His hands slipped up her body, the fingers reaching for her hard, rubbery 
tit nubs. Debbie groaned, grinding her teeth against one another as he 
pinched her tit tips between his thumbs and forefingers. He was squeezing 
them, rolling them around and around, digging his jagged nails into their 
rounded tips. 

The girl thought she would piss from the pain and the excitement he caused. 
She backed up, rubbing the tops of her asscheeks against his hairy belly 
while her feet slipped again against the protruding ash tree roots. She took 
a deep breath and held it until her head spun as Jack shoved the fat cock 
deeper into her pussy. 

Jack flexed again. Debbie went limp, giving up fighting him. She still held 
her breath, feeling that fat cock-rod slowly pull out, sucking out her guts 
with the resulting vacuum. It eased back, letting her feel the extent of her 
soreness inside. And then, when she thought he was going to pull all the way 
out, he stopped, tensing his leg muscles against hers, shoving his cock back 
in. Now it began. He was easing it into her, finally fucking her. 

The slow, rhythmic pounding commenced as he stuck it in again and again. 
Debbie groaned, feeling his hips rotating from side to side against her 
full, soft, sweat-stained ass. He was forcing her cunt to stretch more and 
more, making it wider with every solid fucking thrust. And there was nothing 
the girl could do to stop him. Her fingernails scratched against the tree, 
peeling more bark away from the ash as the horrible rape went on. 

"Man, this bitch is hot! Christ, she's gonna cook my cock the way she's 
goin' at it," Jack said, slowing down for the second time. She felt his 
fingers reach up again for her nipples, tearing at them, squeezing the nubs 
cruelly. 

"Eeaaagghghghg!" 

Savage, awful rape! And then Jack was slipping his left hand down to the 
small of her back, his fingers pinching her, then slipping down to her-her 
asshole! She groaned, snapping her hips forward, nearly pulling free of that 
drilling cockmuscle. He had her pinned against the tree so she couldn't move 
any more! And that finger, that awful finger was circling around her 
asshole, the nail trailing along the wrinkled gray /pink flesh. 

Debbie stiffened, her mind following the slow, teasing trail of that 
offending digit. 

Then she felt his finger stiffen, the nail moving over to the center of her 
puckered, tiny asshole. The girl opened her mouth, letting out a rush of air 
while her face took on an expression of terrified concentration. 

She stared beyond the ash tree into the dark green forest cocooning them, 
feeling that jagged nail slipping beyond the folds of her ass, slipping 
down, down into her shitter. She cried out, snapping her thighs to the left, 
then jerking them to the right, shifting them, tearing her flesh against the 
harsh tree bark while Jack slipped his finger into her asshole. 

"Hurt, baby?" 

"Oh yes, yes," she foolishly confessed, shaking the tears from her face. 

"Then try some of this!" 

"Ughghh.. .yaghghghg!" 

He slipped his finger into the second joint, fucking her with that horrid 
digit as if it were a tiny cock. Involuntarily she felt herself flexing the 
muscles in her ass chute. She felt that finger moving in and out, in and out 
while his knuckles rubbed steadily against the rounded bottoms of her 
asscheeks. 

"Man, man, she digs gettin' fucked up the ass as well as her cunt!" Jack 
groaned, closing his eyes and catching his breath. 

Debbie heard him moan and felt his body shaking and shuddering against hers. 
He was touching her lightly now with his chest, pulling back and keeping his 
cock steady inside her pussy. She could feel it jerking around, twitching 
and writhing. Even in her inexperience the girl knew he was close to 
shooting off and he wanted to keep his load as long as he could. 

"Yeah, better," he sighed. 

"Ohhhhhh 

Jack kept reaming his finger in and out of her asshole, starting to fuck her 
cunt at the same time. Fucked at both ends! Her cousins had said something 
about that earlier and now Jack was doing it! Debbie clawed her nails 
against the tree once more, feeling several of them break from the pressure 
as her stud cousin fucked her mindless. 

Then Jack pulled his finger out of her ass, pushing his hands back up, 
squeezing her nipples, making her belly tighten from the pressure against 
her nubs. Debbie gasped, her mind settling into a dim, red haze of 
semi-consciousness. He was stroking his cock into her more brutally, the 
plum-like head sliding back and forth inside her heated cunthole. His soft 
balls kept on slapping against her clit, making it tingle while his fingers 
kept twisting and wrenching at her nipples. 

Debbie cried out, tears running down her cheeks as she felt his cock swell 
up inside her. Her soft whimpering became loud sobs as she started fully 
enjoying what her cousins were doing to her. Oh yes, yes, she love it now, 
felt it become better and better as the seconds ticked by. Yes, yes, she 
thought to herself, the brutal stabs of her cousin's cock were driving her 
higher and higher up the wall. She moved her ass around, stroking up against 
every one of his fucking thrusts. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jack gasped at her, his hands still flat against her 
hips. "That's the way, Debbie baby. Come on, move that fuckin' ass. Yeah, 
move it, move it like that!" 

Jack didn't have to tell her how to move now. Instinct, pure animal 
instinct, took over. She felt the endlessly moving cock chugging through her 
cunt, sliding back and forth, pressing against her clit and driving her into 
a wild state of excitement. 

"Come on, fuck it out, fuck it out!" 

Jack pounded his cock even faster, the white jizz boiling in his dangling 
nuts. Debbie was just as ready as he was, her body tensing, tightening up 
against the rodding cock. The girl was going wild with sensation. She felt 
explosions starting up in her seething cunt while Jack's hands gripped her 
ass all the more tightly. He was squeezing, kneading, pulling, tugging hard. 
And then once more, wild with excitement, he shoved that offending 
forefinger back into her sweaty asscrack, digging hard and cruelly into the 
tiny pucker of her ass. "Nooooo!" 

Debbie felt her body coming unglued. Jack was muttering something, his 
groans turning into near-screams of joy as he hosed his jizz into her cunt. 
Again and again she felt her cousin's spunk spatter into her, burning like 
acid into her pussy. Again and again the girl felt her cuntal muscles 
clenching down on the fat cock, holding it tightly while more and more jizz 
filled her pussy. Debbie cried and sobbed, her fingers flailing away at the 
tree bark. If only she could hold her cousin, throw her legs around him and 
strap him against her body. 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

She sucked in her breath and jerked her head up while thrusting her 
shoulders back, straightening her spine. At the same time Debbie stretched 
her tits and ripped them along the rough bark. Oh, how good it was. And all 
the while his cock drenched her, drilled her, filled her cunt to 
overflowing. 

"Uhhhh, baby, baby," Jack groaned, leaning heavily against her. 

"Come on, Brother, we gotta fix it so she ain't gonna squeal on us," Byron 
said, putting one hand on his brother's shoulder and pulling him away. 

"Hey, man, I'm still shootin'. Gimme a break," Jack snapped, shrugging away 
from the hold. 

"Okay, okay," Byron said, holding one hand up. "But it's gettin' dark and 
we'd better get home before the folks wonder where the fuck we are." 

"Yeah, yeah," Jack said, reluctantly pulling free of the girl. 

Debbie shivered, feeling the steady withdrawal of that softening prick. What 
next? Oh please God, let them let me go, the blonde teen prayed as Jack 
staggered back and hoisted his Levi's. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Wanna slit her tits?" 

Debbie shivered, twisting her head around and seeing with horror both boys 
with knives in their hands! She wanted to scream, but her vocal chords were 
paralyzed with terror. 

"Maybe we can carve our initials on her ass.. .you know, on each ass-cheek?" 

Debbie stayed numb, calm. She wouldn't let herself become hysterical. They 
wouldn't hurt her, would they? After all, she was family. They were just 
trying to scare her. 

"Hold her down, Jack. I want to be first." 

Byron and his brother pulled the rope free around her wrists, taking the 
struggling, whimpering girl down from the tree and flipping her down onto 
her back. 

"No, no, stop! Oh God, you've already raped me!" she sobbed, still feeling 
that stretched, wet sensation inside her. "Don't do anything more." 

They only laughed, knocking her back down to the ground. Byron struck her 
hard against the chin, stunning her into submission for a moment. Byron was 
first crawling over her and sitting on her belly. It was awful, especially 
the way he was holding the knife to her throat. 

"Maybe I want to hear you squeal.. .you know, like a gutted pig." 

Debbie raised her head, her eyes wide and focused on the knife, her lower 
lip quivering. Her cousins had gone mad! After having raped her in that foul 
way, they were now terrorizing her with knives! 

"No, oh please," she whispered, perspiration once again shining over her 
flesh. 

Debbie was afraid to make a move as she felt the blade moving as if by its 
own power. The shining blade lightly shaved flesh from just below her chin 
to the hollow of her throat. He was moving it toward her right tit. She 
could feel the slight pressure in her cleavage. The edge cut lightly, 
creating a narrow groove without drawing any blood. 

"Yaghghghghghh!" 

Debbie threw her head back, screaming from the tension that was driving her 
mad. She could have died having them do this to her. And still they kept on, 
still they taunted her with their cruelty! 

"How do you know we're not one of those people who kill girls for kicks and 
then bury them somewhere?" Byron said, holding the knife against her 
windpipe, pressing the flat of the flesh-warmed blade against her skin. "We 
could kill you and then dump the body somewhere around here. It'd be years 
before so anybody found you." 

"You wouldn't!" she gasped. "Why not?" 

Byron laughed, making a tiny slit in her smooth, rounded tit. Her heels beat 
down against the earth, the movement scattering the gnarled brown and gray 
twigs surrounding them. Her asscheeks stirred the dust, the motion squeezing 
mud into her asscrack. Again the girl screamed, her voice dulled by the 
surrounding forest. She just couldn't free herself. She felt that horrid 
knife tracing a winding path to her nipple. Byron was taking his time, 
enjoying her increasing terror, the sensation of her body writhing under 
him. 

"You gonna tell anything about this to anyone?" Byron said, hissing through 
his teeth. 

"No, no, I swear!" she panted, her eyes wide with terror. 

"You're not gonna spill this out to my old man or old lady?" Jack said, 
peering over his brother's shoulder, enjoying this little game. 

"No! I promise!" She groaned. 

"You believe her?" 

"Yeah, guess so," Jack said reluctantly, laying another hand on his 
brother's shoulder. "Oh God, no, no!" 

Byron kept the blade tip pointed at her nipple. It advanced, triggering a 
myriad of pleasure/pain sensations throughout her body. The blade didn't 
even pierce the flesh. But that sharp blade was turning her on, making her 
hot all over again. She beat the ground with her ass, squeezing, bearing 
down on her bloated clit, surprised and shocked at the feelings racing 
through her and yet floating along with them. The more her cousin tormented 
her, the more she secretly wanted. 

"She likes it," he said with contempt. "We can't have that, huh? We gotta 
teach this little bitch a lesson, as well as know she ain't gonna talk." 

Debbie's face was red and contorted. Her eyelids were clenched, her cheeks 
sunken, her lips drawn tight across her teeth. Her jaw dropped and saliva 
oozed from the corners of her mouth. Byron paused for a second, taking in a 
deep breath, pricking that nipple with the razor-sharp blade. Debbie drew 
her knees tightly together, squeezing and bearing down hard, feeling another 
orgasm exploding between her tightening thighs. She was cumming! 

"Uhhhhhhh . 

"Okay, man, the bitch ain't gonna talk, are you, baby?" Jack said, bending 
down and curling his fingers around several strands of her blonde hair. He 
yanked up, tearing several hairs from their roots. Debbie groaned, her 
eyelids blinking rapidly as she shook her head. 

"No, I promise, I promise . . . " 

"Okay, man, okay, let 'er go. We gotta get 'er dressed and back to home. 
Another thing, baby," Jack said as his brother climbed off her. "We're gonna 
be callin' on you more 'n once. You'd better come fast." 

"Yeah, fast . . . like a dog, a bitch dog," Byron said, his voice 
registering the disappointment of having to let her go early. 

"Yes, yes, anything . . . " 

Debbie drew herself up, drawing one leg over the other, feeling Jack's and 
Byron's cum oozing from her violated cuntal slit. 

"Okay, get dressed, Debbie. And remember," Byron said, folding the knife 
away and sliding it into his back pocket. "You keep that fuckin' mouth of 
yours shut or you'll pay, and pay hard." 

The girl nodded her head, stretching her right hand out and pulling her 
dress toward her. She dressed quickly, drawing her garment over her body, 
leaving her bra and panties to her cousins who were stuffing them in their 
jeans like trophies. Picking herself up, Debbie climbed back up the ravine, 
feeling Jack's hands against her ass. More than once he stuck his fingers 
into her juicy cunt, laughing when she squealed and her feet slipped madly 
along the wet ground. Once she fell back, her ass settling on his face. She 
felt his tongue squeezing into her asscrack while two fingers jammed into 
her pussy up to his knuckles. It was all she could do to keep climbing. 

When they reached the grounds of the house, Jack took Debbie by the hand, 
holding her hard. 

"Remember, not a fuckin' word. Now you climb into your room through the back 
way and clean up. You look like hell," he said, pushing away strands of her 
blonde hair and kissing her lustily along the back of her neck. 

Debbie shrank away, crossing her arms over her tits and walking from her 
cousins. The lights in the two-story white frame house looked so inviting! 
Inside her aunt was preparing dinner, bustling around while her uncle read 
the evening paper. Everything was as it should be-except neither knew what 
kind of devils their sons had turned out to be. 

Debbie reached her room by coming in through the rear parlor, tip-toeing 
past the kitchen where pleasant aromas of dinner attracted her nostrils. 
Rushing up the stairs, she made it unseen to her room, closing her door and 
flinging herself belly down on the big queen-sized bed. She curled her 
fingers and beat them again and again against the bed. She had done it, 
fucked a man, fucked two men-and she had enjoyed it! The worst things of all 
were the feelings those brutal . rapes had stirred with in her. Finally she 
stopped crying, resting one side of her flushed face against the pillow 
while curling her knees up to her tits in the fetal position. Rubbing the 
tears from her eyes, Debbie stared into the graying darkness surrounding 
her. 

Now, in the privacy and safety of her room she could think about it, think 
of the pleasant feelings that Jack's beating, Byron's fucking, and that 
awful knife had created. Was she that depraved, that self-destructive? It 
seemed so. It seemed the rougher and more brutally they had treated her, the 
more excited she had become. 

"My God, help me . . . " 

Debbie hugged herself more tightly as she thought of the two cousins roping 
her to the tree, flogging her, then fucking her like a wild woman. How she 
had loved it, loved the sensation of being helpless, of having her naked 
body pummeled again and again by that tree, by their bodies, and by the 
black burning leather that seared her flesh over and over. And all the while 
her clit had swelled, burst, then swelled again, overflowing with lust. Jack 
and Byron had exploited her perverse feelings and as she lay quietly there 
in bed, shuddering with emotion, Debbie knew she would want something like 
that to happen to her again soon. 

Dinner that evening went quietly, her eyes cast modestly down. She had 
excused her silence, telling her inquiring aunt she was feeling a bit under 
the weather, possibly the flu. It was a good enough excuse, and one that 
brought smirks from Byron and Jack sitting opposite her. 

The next two days went along deceptively quietly enough. Both boys were busy 
with chores in her uncle's fields to the north. Debbie hardly saw them as 
she helped her aunt around the house, catching a glimpse of the two studs 
only late at night when they trundled in from the fields with her uncle Jim 
looking hot and tired. She sat there curled before the droning television 
set, wondering when they would notice her again. And wondering if she 
shouldn't thank her lucky stars that they were too tired to try anything. 
Four more days and she would be back in L.A., safely away from those two who 
had raped and beaten her. 

On the third day the work in the fields stopped because Uncle Jim and Aunt 
Martha had to go into town. It was something about a buyer for the property, 
a course of action the boys vigorously disapproved of but her uncle pursued 
in spite of their objections. 

"You'll be fine here, dear," Aunt Martha said, patting her on the cheek. 
"The boys are around here to keep you company. If we're late just pop 
something in the oven. Plenty of leftovers in the fridge." 

And then Aunt Martha was climbing into the car and closing the door tightly 
behind her. Debbie hesitated, wanting to climb in with her aunt and uncle, 
only restraining herself at the last moment. No, she was going to stay here, 
stay here with her cousins and-and do what? 

"I'll be all right," she said, smiling and stepping back as the car wheeled 
about and left in a small cloud of dust. 

Debbie pushed back her hair, reaching around and tugging up the 
tight-fitting halter she'd donned earlier. It was growing very, very hot and 
the electric-blue shorts clinging to her thighs were already starting to 
dampen from her sweat. She turned around, shading her eyes against the sun 
and peering forward. No, no sight of Byron and Jack. But she knew they were 
there. 

Debbie walked slowly, her sandaled feet kicking up small puffs of dust to 
either side of her body. Again she thought of the boys, of the way they had 
treated her, beating and fucking her. Her flesh chilled in spite of the heat 
as her memory drifted back three days. She could still feel Bryon's heavy 
hand against her body, his cock drilling her. And that savage way he'd 
stared at her! She shrank even to think of it now as she walked back to the 
house. "Oh!" 

Debbie stopped short of the porch, two shadows suddenly cast in front of 
her. Byron and Jack! They were standing there wearing their straw cowboy 
hats pushed back on their heads. Both were grinning at her. She knew what 
they wanted. Neither had to say a word. 

"I'm going in," she said, not believing for an instant that they were going 
to let her pass into the relative safety of the big house. 

"Not for a while." 

"What?" 

"Think this little girl needs a little cock to straighten her out. You don't 
say no to me or my brother when we wanna fuck you. Remember what we told you 
out in the ravine?" Byron said, pointing his finger behind him. "When we 
call, you jump." 

Debbie lowered her eyes in shame. She had turned into their private whore. 
Her cheeks flushed. Looking up again, she could see her uncle's car 
disappearing on the horizon. How she wished she had gone with them! 

"Now you're gonna jump, baby, and we're gonna give you the stuff to leap 
with!" Byron concluded, sniggering at her increasing discomfort. 

"Let's take her downstairs to the cellar. 

That way we can see if mom and dad come back sooner 'n we thought," Jack 
suggested, nodding at the opened slanted double doors resting against the 
house. 

"Yeah, good idea. Come on, bitch. Come on, hot cunt. We got somethin' down 
there for you." 

Byron pushed her roughly between the shoulders. She stumbled, caught her 
balance, then stumbled again when Jack purposely tripped her. Steadying 
herself, Debbie climbed down the narrow wooden cellar steps sideways, the 
darkness engulfing her until Jack switched on a small yellow bulb fastened 
into the ceiling. 

It was pleasantly cool and damp down here and the smell of vegetables filled 
the air. Byron followed the two of them, closing the doors, then switching 
on another bulb. 

"Take off your clothes," he ordered. 

Trembling with anticipation and fear, Debbie did as she was told, unhooking 
her halter and skinning it down over her shoulders. She gasped, enjoying the 
shockingly good feeling of letting her tits swinging free. 

"Yeah, those tits feel real good, 'specially them nipples against my 
fingers," Byron said, rubbing his fingers together in remembrance. 

"Nice ass too. Remember how good it felt fucking her, them asscheeks rubbin' 
up against your belly?" Jack followed, rubbing his fingers over his cock and 
squeezing the meaty head through his Levi's. "Yeah, and it's gonna happen 
again-later," he added. 

Debbie hooked her icy fingers around her briefs and pushed down, stepping 
from the shorts after having slipped from her sandals. There, they had want 
they wanted! She had taken off her clothes and now stood before them, her 
hands modestly folded in front of her, the fingers covering her pussy. 

"Over here." 

Byron pushed her forward again. Once she bumped her shins painfully against 
an overturned crate. Debbie winced and bent down to rub her injured ankle 
only to receive a slap on her ass for slowing down. 

Straightening up quickly, she moved up near the white water heater. Jack 
told her to stop, moving over toward an old beaten-up wooden chest. Pulling 
open the second drawer, the young man fished out what appeared to be a cross 
bar. Byron had dragged out a set of chains stowed apparently under the water 
heater, handing them to his brother. The two boys worked quickly, attaching 
the bar to a small hook screwed into one of the rotting overhead beams of 
the cellar. Debbie watched silently, wondering how the boys could have 
gotten away with all this without their parents noticing. "Over here." 

She blushed, her eyes downcast from the shame she felt at her growing 
arousal. Even without knowing exactly what they were going to do, the 
dangling cross bar overhead and its accompanying chains told her enough. 
Byron pulled the bar out and secured it more tightly to the overhead hook. 
As Debbie approached him, he adjusted the bar, lowering it to fit her small 
five-foot-four height. 

"On your back," he ordered. 

She hesitated just a second. Then Jack slapped her hard across the right 
cheek, back handing her, the force of those blows nearly dislocating her 
neck. She staggered from those slaps, tears springing to her eyes as she 
rubbed her injured cheeks with both hands. There was no time for tears. If 
she hesitated again they would beat her more. Fighting back the sobs, Debbie 
did as she was told. 

"Spread your legs.. .come on, I said spread 'em! You ain't no virgin no more 
so I can't see why you're so fuckin' modest." 

Again the girl did a she was ordered, cringing as the cold cement floor 
bruised her shoulders. Byron was jerking her legs up, brutally twisting her 
ankles to fit the manacles attached to the cross bar. They had created a 
miniature torture device right here on the ranch, right here under the 
unsuspecting noses of their mother and father! Debbie was flabbergasted by 
their boldness. "Uhhhhh!" 

Byron purposely hurt her legs, clamping the manacles shut. Debbie felt a 
tugging feeling at her thighs and calves. They had her in that awkward 
position purposely. Both brothers stepped back and grinned at the hanging 
girl, Byron finally moving once more and raising the cross bar until the 
weight of her body was balanced on her shoulders. Debbie felt the weight 
tugging at her thighs, hurting her all over. Her ass clenched and her tits 
rolled up against her chin. 

"Think she's gonna need a hotter pussy than she's got?" Jack inquired, 
arching his eyebrows and grinning knowingly at his brother. 

"Yeah. A girl can always use a little help," Byron shot back, reaching in 
his back pocket and pulling out something he'd obviously planted there 
earlier. He held them in front of her, two small slim cylinders. Debbie 
focused her eyes on the brightly colored things then nearly screamed as she 
realized they were firecrackers! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Holy Mother, no, no, no." 

Debbie trembled, appalled at the very idea of what they were going to do to 
her! She strained against her rattling bonds, beating the floor with her 
fists and jerking her legs back. They would tear her cunt apart with those 
things and ruin her for life. 

"Oh God, don't do that to me! Oh please, don't hurt me with those . . . oh 
no!" 

Debbie bawled and sobbed, her face reddening in terror and the effort of 
twisting in the chains. Byron ignored her pleas for mercy, jamming one 
cylinder in her clenched cunt. 

The sharp thrust made her wince with pain and then he twisted it around and 
around, purposely moving it up until the dampening paper rested against her 
clit. Debbie felt something stewing oddly in her. Could she be feeling 
arousal, feeling sexual excitement stirring inside her from these awful 
things? 

Putting one hand down around her hip bone, Byron jammed the second cracker 
in her asshole, twisting it down until it was fitted tightly into her. 
Pulling a gold packet of matches from his right pocket, the young stud 
flipped out one match and struck it against the front cover. A bright blue 
flame appeared, making Debbie cringe. The frightened, horrified girl felt as 
if she were being led to her death. 

"Oh no, no, don't . . . " 

Her cries died in the thickening atmosphere of the tiny room. Byron said 
something about her having a hotter cunt after this was over, then lit both 
firecrackers. The fuses were slow-burning and she lay there and prayed, the 
flames drawing nearer. She could hear the firecrackers sputtering and felt 
the burning pieces of paper singeing her flesh on her cunt and asshole. 

"No, no!" 

The girl jerked back, moving her hands up as if to pull out those horrid 
things. But Byron stepped on her fingers before she had a chance to move, 
warning her that he'd break her hands if she tried anything. Debbie knew 
what that meant and resigned herself to the inevitable. She tugged at the 
cross bar, feeling it swing slightly from the move. The more she tugged, the 
more those manacles dug into her ankles. There was nothing more she could do 
except feel the growing heat penetrating her cunt, her ass. Then the powder 
exploded, sending showers of sparks into her. 

"Eayygghghghhghghhahghgh!" 

Thousands of burning needles jabbed into her pussy and ass. Debbie jerked 
her body backward violently, her legs tearing at the clanking, rattling 
chains. She screamed over and over again, her hands jerking immediately to 
her pussy. She rubbed her palms over the injured cunt, smelling her burning 
pussy-hairs and wondering if those horrible things had ruined her. 

She jerked her hips and ass, her shoulders beating against the floor. The 
young girl tightened her crotch and ass, trying to smother the fire with her 
moist cuntal sheath and asshole. But still those fires raged, scalding her 
until she lost consciousness. Oh, how good it was to faint, to pass out. But 
in the moment before unconsciousness overtook her Debbie felt movement in 
her pussy while her clit flinched. It wasn't exactly an orgasm but it was 
close. 

"God, oh my God," she moaned, passing quickly into a faint. 

Byron threw water over her body several moments later and Debbie awoke with 
a start, coughing and sputtering, shaking with terror and pain. For a moment 
she had forgotten the terrible ordeal she'd undergone. Then the burning 
sensation made itself known again and Debbie groaned with agony. 

"You wanna send some current up her cunt?" Jack asked, nodding at the 
suspended girl. 

"Not yet, man. Gotta save somethin' for later. Let's hose the pig down 
before fuckin' her," Byron suggested, kicking his empty pail to one side. 

Debbie felt them open the manacles on her ankles and her legs fell to the 
floor with a thud. Mutely she thanked them, feeling Jack slide his hands 
under her arms and haul her up from the wet, concrete floor. 

"Back upstairs, baby. Back up the stairs," he said, swatting her hard on 
both asscheeks. 

Debbie fought down the squeal, her bare feet slipping on the wooden steps. 
Byron gave her no quarter, slapping her again and again until she scrambled 
to her feet and stumbled into the blinding brightness of the mid-afternoon 
sun. Debbie covered her eyes with one hand, feeling so vulnerable, and naked 
out here as a breeze lifted her long, silky hair off her narrow shoulders. 

Byron flung her halter and shorts into her face and she held them gratefully 
to her body, peering around, wondering if any of those casual laborers her 
uncle had hired to help were around anywhere. Oh, what a scene that would 
cause! How would her dear cousins explain something like that to their 
parents? 

"There!" 

Jack was pointing to a spot just behind the house. Carefully Debbie picked 
her way past her aunt's small flower garden, eying her cousins warily. Byron 
was holding the large green plastic garden hose, directing the nozzle at 
her. She stopped and turned, facing her cousins as if they were a firing 
squad. 

Her eyes widened, her mouth opened and a sharp cry shot out as a blast of 
cold water hit her squarely in the belly. She dropped her clothes, flinging 
both arms around herself and hugging her body. It was such a contrast to the 
exploding heat that had shocked her flesh earlier! Debbie stumbled back, her 
feet sliding in the dirt that quickly turned to mud under the onslaught. 

"Thought we'd cool you down now, since that fuckin' firecracker stoked up 
your cunt." 

Debbie twisted her face away as the spray stung into her eyes. Her hands 
shot up to her face, the fingertips pressing against her eyelids as Byron 
moved the stinging spray up and down from her chin to her forehead. She 
staggered back, her feet slipping once more. With a groan Debbie felt 
herself falling to the wet ground below. 

Gallons of mud slopped up around her body and she felt like a rutting pig, 
her hands sinking into the filth. Both boys laughed, aiming the spray in 
front of her and sending a shower of filth into her face. The girl pitched 
back, her asscheeks falling hard into the slime. She groaned, feeling the 
cold, wet mud oozing into her asscrack. 

"We wash cows like this for shipment," Byron said, hosing down her thighs 
then directing the stream back at her face. 

The power of the water distended her lips and shot into her nostrils, 
driving out any air. Debbie screamed, twisting around on her belly, afraid 
they were going to drown her. She pressed her belly against the slimy 
ground, crawling, her hair tangling around her throat. She had never been so 
shamed in her life! 

"Right up the old asshole," Byron said, squinting as he moved the nozzle 
slightly to the right and shot the stinging spray into her ass. 

"Eaghghghghhg!" 

The girl's knees shot out, her legs kicking to either side as the spray 
puckered her asshole in. It was like getting a super-powered enema! Debbie 
crawled forward, her elbows sinking into the mud, her tits dragging over the 
ground as she tried wildly to get away from the awful spraying water. 

The brothers were laughing at her, moving around in front, kicking the green 
hose around to give them more room. When she reached her aunt's flower 
garden again, Byron shot the hosing water back in her face, the force of it 
knocking her backward. She tumbled around, her flesh caked with mud, her 
head spinning around and around as the two boys continued to torment her. 

"No, oh.. .ughhh . . . oh please, don't . . . oh don't do this!" she 
screamed. 

The mud sucked at her feet as she wallowed forward. Another blast-this one 
right past her asshole and into her cunt. The shocking chill of the water 
made Debbie jerk as if someone had shocked her. She rolled over onto her 
belly, her tits slapping wetly together. Byron took advantage of that move 
and dropped the spray down, centering it directly on her pussy. 

"No, oh God no!" 

Debbie stared wide-eyed at the brothers, shooting her hands down over her 
cunt, covering it with her fingers protectively. But something weird was 
happening, something that made her rub her fingers up and down, pressing her 
palm against her clit. 

"She likes it. You can see it, man, she's goin' for it!" Byron said, 
swallowing hard as he moved the spray up and down with soft, almost fucking 
movements. - 

Debbie curled her fingers, tracing the tips along her rubbery cunt labia as 
the droplets stung against her clit. Byron was hosing down her thighs now, 
purposely keeping the main stream of the water away from her pussy. Debbie 
ground her teeth together, hunching up, trying to get that stream of water 
back against her pussy. What had they done to her? She had run from them in 
the first place and now she wanted more of their torment, more of their 
degradation! "There, baby." 

The water dropped back into her cunt, the stream making her cuntal walls 
flutter while the droplets stung heavily against her clit. Debbie screamed, 
her knees jerking apart, her hands flying to either side of her body. She 
pranced her ass into the mud, her heels dragging over the ground. She was 
climaxing on the water, fucking the stream, throwing her head from side to 
side while Bryon kept that stream directed at her pussy. 

"Ughghhhh . . . " 

She moved backward, dragging her legs in front of her, hardly able to crawl 
as the cold water kept on splashing against her thighs. She couldn't take 
much more of this. She was close to the point of exhaustion, her head 
throbbing so hard it hurt! 

"You ain't gettin' away with this so easy, baby." 

Byron put down the hose, his brother rushing over to the side of the house 
to turn it off. Debbie climbed to the edge of the mud hole Jack and Byron 
had created, pulling herself from the slime, feeling as if her world had 
just come to a crashing halt. She was exhausted and her knotted muscles 
ached from the tension. Those firecrackers! And then finally that awful 
stream of water! 

She had to get some rest, some sleep, some escape from these animals. But 
they had only begun their torture. It was early and everyone knew her aunt 
and uncle wouldn't be back for hours. By that time Byron and Jack could 
flail her alive! 

"Jump, baby," Byron said, clapping his hands near her ear. 

Debbie shrank away from him, her forehead furrowing with fear and anger. 

"I can't. I'm too tired," she whined, drawing farther away. 

"I told you before, when I say jump you do it!" Byron said, his voice 
trembling with anger. Debbie watched with growing apprehension as she saw 
Byron turn and smile grimly to his brother. "Looks like we ain't taught her 
right." 

"Aw, that's a shame," Jack said with mock disappointment. "After all the 
crap we've put her through I thought she'd pay better attention to us." 

"Too bad, baby. You still got a long way to go before you're trained." 

Debbie scooted back, shaking the last of the mud from her body, looking from 
one brother to the other. 

"Why are you doing this to me? In the name of God, why?" she wailed, wiping 
the tears from her eyes and staring hotly at Byron and Jack. 

Neither answered her, taking one step, then two, toward her. The girl 
panicked, turning around and running like an animal on all fours. Her supple 
ass jiggled while her tits nearly dragged on the ground. She slipped and 
grunted, scraping her knees before picking herself up once more and running 
on two legs toward the house. One of the boys picked up a stone and hurled 
it at her, the sharp chip striking her naked left thigh hard. 

"Owwwwww!" 

Debbie slipped off balance, her body twisting around and rolling. Pushing 
the hair from her eyes, coughing from the dust sifting into her throat, she 
saw Byron and Jack approaching her once more with their doubled leather 
belts in their hands. 

It was a nightmare! 

Terror knifed through her just as it had earlier. There was nothing she 
could say or do to prevent them from pursuing her. 

"No! No!" 

Debbie shrieked, drawing her hands over her face and tucking her legs under 
her ass. Every inch of her was exposed. She could almost felt the burning 
kiss of the leather as both Byron and Jack approached her. 

"Don't do this . . . oh please, don't do this, don't hurt me," Debbie 
begged. 

But the more she pleaded, the more excited the brothers became. Her mind 
simply couldn't understand the depths these two young men could sink to. 

"No!" 

She slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the two 
boys. Again she bolted, her fingers clawing at the loose dirt, her legs 
slipping, catching, then slipping once more over the damp ground. Byron was 
playing with her, throwing another stone and knocking her to her face. He 
took shorter steps so he wouldn't overtake her too quickly. He played her 
the way a fisherman plays his catch, giving some ground, then moving in 
faster. 

A light breeze blew the hair in her face. She choked, pushing the offending 
strands away, searching wildly for some path of safety. She was breathing 
faster, her lungs burning and threatening to burst. When Byron snapped his 
belt in the air, Debbie jerked away, rolling around and finding suddenly 
that her hair seemed snagged on something. She turned her head to see what 
it was. Her aunt's rose bushes! She was hopelessly trapped in front of them. 
Wildly she pulled and tugged but the strands held firm, tearing slightly but 
not giving way. 

Byron laughed. 

"It's all over now. All over." 

He snapped his belt, raising his right arm in the air. At the same time Jack 
followed suit, standing on the other side of the trembling girl. Debbie 
wailed, her arms flailing as she tried to cover herself all over. But it was 
impossible to hide her ass, her thighs, and her tits while Jack and Byron 
flailed her. Byron was first, bringing the belt down. It snapped hard, 
burning the flesh along her ribs. 

"Agghghhgh!" 

Debbie squealed loudly, her legs jerking away from the leather weapon. Again 
the girl tried pulling her hair free of the bushes, and again she failed. 
Rolling her eyes up, she watched as those belts jerked in the air, snapping. 
Jack's belt came down next, the end snapping just below her left tit. The 
resulting hot pain was too much. With another sharp cry Debbie pulled free 
of the rose bushes, scooting away only to be stopped by a low fence post. 

"No, oh no!" 

Debbie was helpless. Her fright registered that fact, but left her unable to 
protect herself. It was useless, almost a joke for her to try to cover 
herself with her hands. Jack and Byron were going to do anything they 
pleased with her, and all the protection in the world she could muster now 
couldn't help. 

Byron's belt lashed down against her right ass-cheek, making the resilient 
white flesh jiggle. She screamed, rubbing the injured spot with one hand. 
Jack took advantage of this moment and brought the belt down on her other 
ass-cheek. Byron and Jack. Byron and Jack. Alternately they beat her 
asscheeks, their belts reddening her white flesh quickly, making Debbie sob 
and beg for mercy. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh no, don't.. .uhhhh.. .yeeeyyeaghghhh . . . no, stop it!" 

Rhythmically the leather slapped and bit into her thighs and ass, sending 
bolts of hot, piercing pain/pleasure rushing through her body. At the same 
time a kind of tensing warmth exploded in her cunt, spreading through her 
body, making her wonder how far the sensation would travel and how she was 
going to react. 

"Ughhh . . . " 

Again the tips of the belts caught the lower swells of her asscheeks as she 
turned on her face. Panic swelled as the two brothers paused. Were they 
stopping only for breath or was this something else, a new change of attack, 
something more hideous for her to endure? 

Byron grunted and his belt came down, tearing across her lower back. Debbie 
screamed, recoiling. For an instant she felt dizzy, holding one side of her 
head, still keeping her eyes on the swinging leather belts. 

"Turn around, baby. You heard me, turn around and get on your ass." 

Wiping more tears from her eyes, Debbie did as she was told. She could feel 
the dry dirt working into her asshole as she rolled about, watching as jack 
and Byron positioned themselves in front of her. Jack was first this time, 
snapping the belt near her ear then bringing it down just to the right of 
her cunt. The sudden hot stinging sensation made her pussy muscles contract. 
It was as if someone had sprayed a fine mist of burning gasoline right into 
her cunt. Debbie winced, scooting back a little, her fingers curling and 
sinking into the soft dirt. 

Jack was next, bringing the belt down just above her clit. Debbie thought 
the world had blown to pieces. She yowled, hunching her thighs up and 
drawing her knees together, rolling onto her left side. Sparks of incredible 
goodness showered into her cunt, taking her breath away. 

"Oh no, no, no," Debbie pleaded, covering her pussy with both hands. 

Then the boys rested again, throwing down their belts. In a way Debbie was 
glad. But this pause only meant that soon there would be some new horror for 
her to contend with. How she wished she could just sink into the earth 
forever! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

They had done so many things to her this time. They had tortured her with 
firecrackers, hosed her down like a pig, then dragged her outside only to 
beat her half senseless with leather belts. Now as she lay prostrate on the 
ground, staring helplessly up at her cousins, Debbie could only wonder what 
new hideous torture they were cooking up for her. 

She didn't move one inch. Eyes unblinking, her pulse was rioting, scorching 
her veins even though she didn't dare speak one word. She felt that odd 
excited sensation, that came each time they humiliated her, take over her 
body. The sensation was like the first time Byron had fucked her, tearing 
her cherry with that dreadful spike. That had been an awesome, terrifying 
experience. This time the fear was much greater, the pleasure more 
satisfying, deeper, touching every inch of her cunt, it seemed. Every muscle 
and every nerve in her body seemed tensed, eager for some new degradation. 
Debbie held her head, unable to fathom why this was happening to her, why 
her body was reacting in this way! 

"Uhhhhhh . . . " 

"Finish up with the enema before we fuck the bitch," Byron suggested. 

"Yeah, that's a good one. We just thought it up a couple of weeks ago, 
before you came here," Jack added, scratching his cock and balls through his 
Levi's. 

"What?" 

They picked her up again, scraping her from the ground as if she were some 
kind of vermin. Back down into the cellar, the tops of her toes scraping 
along the splintery wood. Her knees banged several times against the cellar 
walls as they shoved her roughly down the stairs. They had made her feel 
worthless, like a sack of shit. When she reached the bottom of the stairs 
again, Debbie stopped, holding her arms across her body. The hosing and her 
sweating had made her feel cold. Now in the damp underground room she 
shivered, her teeth chattering as Byron and Jack descended and locked the 
double doors once more. "Over there . . . by the cross bar" Not again! Oh 
please, not again! Were they going to string her up and beat her once more, 
her body hanging like a piece of unwanted meat? She hesitated, then moved 
quickly, fearing another beating. Jack pulled out a long piece of half-inch 
line and told Debbie to put her hands around a cement support pole just to 
the right of the still-hanging cross bar. She did as she was told, feeling 
him secure her wrists in much the same way he'd used to rope her to the ash 
tree earlier. She pulled several times, hoping the boy's tying skills had 
diminished somewhat. But no luck. He had secured her hands to the pole well 
and there she would stay until they had finished with her. 

"Oh God," she gasped, throwing her head back and feeling a wave of fatigue 
sweep over her. 

"Keep callin' out for God," Byron said, smirking at her. "I like hearin' 
that, hearin' you beggin' for me to stop. Makes me feel good." 

Debbie stopped her twisting, feeling her head pounding violently, her heart 
racing. The girl was having trouble catching her breath. She twisted her 
head around, peering over one shoulder and gasping when she saw Byron 
rolling a large wooden cask toward her. What on earth were they going to do 
with that thing? 

"Please . . . " 

Debbie's body shivered again, her flesh puckering up into goose-pimples. She 
felt the skin tighten around her cuntlips while her asshole throbbed in time 
with her pussy. Debbie watched with fascination as Byron attached a long 
black rubber hose to what appeared to be a brass faucet, then attached a 
clamp near the tip of the faucet. There was a long steel nozzle at the other 
end of the hose, so making the whole assembly look something like an enema. 
Debbie found out soon enough that that was what it was! 

"Gonna have a cool drink. Looks like you could use somethin' like that after 
bein' put through the paces," Byron said. 

Debbie groaned, turning her head around and resting her forehead against the 
cool cement of the pillar. At the same time she realized to her dismay that 
her cunt was still hot, still creaming. And over what? No man had touched 
her-at least, not in any way a normal woman would feel excited about. And 
yet, Debbie felt that familiar itch of lust deep in her pussy. 

"You're.. .you're all crazy," she panted, watching as Byron took the nozzle 
and began rubbing the cold metal against her flesh. 

"Not me, baby. I ain't the one who's gettin' beat up and creamin' like 
crazy," he said. 

To prove his point the young stud reached around and rubbed the tips of his 
fingers around her cunt. Debbie flinched, feeling the hard ends rubbing up" 
and down the sensitive ribbon of pussy flesh separating her outer cunt labes 
from her smaller, inner ones. He groaned, hunching into her, then pulled his 
fingers away, pressing the wet tips against her nose. He didn't have to do 
that. Debbie already knew the horrid truth-that she was very, very hot and 
very aroused. 

The blonde teen pulled away, tugging at the ropes holding her wrists tightly 
against the cement pillar. Her feet slipped against the concrete floor, the 
coldness aching through her bare soles. She could smell the sour aroma of 
her aroused pussy on his fingers. Byron rubbed her face in it, laughing at 
her discomfort and shame, then finally pulling away from her. 

"Uhhhh.. .oowwwww! Oh, you're.. .you're hurting me, hurting.. .me! 
Ughhhheayyghhgh!" 

Byron twisted that cold steel nozzle up into her asshole, shoving it down, 
down until only the bottom screw could be seen protruding from her pouting 
asscheeks. 

"All the way," Jack said, taking over and pushing that thing in a little 
farther. 

"Owwwwww!" 

Debbie's legs jerked out, her knees striking the concrete pillar so hard she 
thought she might have broken them. Twice she tried tucking her ass away 
from the awful metal screw. But Byron and Jack had shoved that thing so far 
in only a shit would remove it. And Debbie wouldn't disgrace herself in that 
way. 

"Gonna eat the little bitch for a while, while we fill up her bit," Jack 
said, sliding down, easing the girl's body away from the pole as he wedged 
himself between her thighs and the support column. 

Debbie cried out, feeling his mouth, a man's mouth on her pussy while that 
hose dangled out from her asshole. And then she felt his hands pressing 
against her thighs, the thumb racing up to her clit where it strummed and 
played, turning her more and more into a sex machine. 

Her chest rose up and down mightily as Jack began burrowing his tongue into 
her cunt, moving his head from side to side to increase the sensation of 
tongue-fucking. Through eyes blurred with hot, stinging tears the young girl 
felt something cold, something cold and wet start to rush in her ass. 

"Beer, baby. Dad's been storin' this shit for a long time. He ain't gonna 
miss it-just part of one barrel." 

"Beer?" 

"You got it, baby. That's the way you're gonna get your drink-right through 
the old asshole," Jack said, pulling up from her cunt just for a second to 
see the horrified expression cross her face. And then he was back down, his 
hands grabbing her just below the knees, holding her legs apart while he 
growled and grunted. 

"Ughhhh . . . no, stop it, stop!" But Debbie didn't really want him to stop 
eating her cunt. Oh no, no, it could have gone m on for hours, for all she 
cared. All thoughts of morality and decency had long since slipped away. Now 
she felt those moist lips sucking at her pussylips, that tongue burrowing 
down into her cunt, the nose pressing against her clit while Jack's fingers 
tugged and pressed against her clit. It was all too wonderful. Even that 
cold, rushing sensation of beer racing into her asshole was adding to the 
concentrated itchy ache pulsing through her cunt. She kept moaning, begging 
them to stop. But that was more a part of some game, something that really 
meant nothing while Jack ate and munched and sucked at her pussy. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Her body jumped, her ass jiggling as Byron increased the flow of 
the cold beer. 

"That's it, baby, suck it up, gobble it down," he encouraged. 

The girl's wrists were glowing red from the chafing and pulling against the 
restraining ropes. But her movements now weren't those of escape. They were 
of a young woman highly aroused, wanting to enjoy the feelings rushing 
through her and burning her mind and body as much as she could. Debbie drew 
her knees together once more, rubbing them against Jack's chin while he 
drilled his tongue into her hot, sucking pussy. 

"Man, she's goin' for it. She's a slut-a 

M super-hot slut wantin' a good hot cock again to take care of that itch. 
Right, baby?" 

"Uh, no, no, you don't understand. You just don't understand," Debbie 
chanted. 

He was right, of course, but she couldn't let him know. She just couldn't! 
She moved her body back and forth as much as she could, acquiring an erotic 
rhythm. The lips and tongue against her pussy were driving her up the wall, 
taking all rational thought away from her. She felt her inner flesh give way 
before the advancing tongue and fingers, She cried out again, bouncing 
against the pillar and Jack, then jerking her ass back as more and more beer 
began filling up her bowels. 

She was becoming hottai and tighter. Debbie growled almost as loudly as Jack 
now, that tongue doing all sorts of things to her pussy. His mouth was 
making wet, sucking noises against her throbbing cuntmeat and she began 
making soft, fucking movements against his face, her ass jiggling with the 
motion. And all the while the pressure in her belly was increasing, getting 
more and more intense as the beer chugged down into her bowels. 

Somehow it was all making her high, making her feel a little drunk. Jack 
tightened his grip around her thighs, digging his tongue into her and 
swirling it around and around while panting into her sweaty cuntal thatch. 
Debbie as thought she would die from the resulting sensation-fucked in the 
ass by that steel nozzle, her cunt rimmed by that wonderful tongue, her 
belly filled by the potent beer that kept on spilling into her bowels. 
"Ohhhhhh God!" 

Debbie was high, dizzy with lust, the beer making her drunk. Her thin arms 
knotted while her legs swung back and forth, striking the pillar and Jack. 
But she didn't feel a thing, no pain as the pleasure of being fucked and 
sucked overwhelmed her. She could feel herself getting off with a maddening 
slowness, just the kind of slowness that she wanted. To be perched like 
this, teetering on the brink of orgasm and yet not pitching completely over 
was a wild, wonderful experience. Debbie sucked in more oxygen to feed her 
wriggling body, her nostrils burning. 

"No, no!" 

"Fuck it out, bitch!" 

Debbie felt herself cumming with a fury now. She could feel the suction of 
her pussy trying to nurse Jack's wriggling tongue. She was drooling, tossing 
her head from side to side, feeling her long blonde hair sweeping over her 
jutting shoulder blades. Jack was fucking her with his fingers now while 
sucking her clit between the gap in his front teeth. She moved around like a 
maniac, loving the sensation of him eating her body. "Ughghhhh . . . " 

Debbie groaned as the burning chills exploded through her. She curved her 
spine down, rubbing her belly and pussy against Jack, then jerking back and 
rubbing forward again. She wanted it all-his tongue, his mouth, his lips, 
everything playing with her pussy. And all the time his fingers fucked her 
and that beer fucked her ass, filling her to the bursting point. 

"Nooooo!" 

Each peaked explosion tore at her senses in slow motion. Debbie panted, 
biting her own flesh, throwing her head back and screaming obscenities. At 
the same time the girl squeezed her ass muscles around the enema nozzle, 
feeling the pleasure fade away only to return with even greater force. 

The climax seemed to go on for hours. When it was through, the girl hung 
limply from the pole, her ass muscles relaxing. The nozzle was starting to 
slip out as beer sprayed out around her asshole and the steel tip. 

"Take it out." 

Byron reached around and tugged at the nozzle. At first it refused to slip 
away. Then gradually it slid out, making her asshole lips pucker out. There 
was an out rush of warm beer trickling down her thighs, warming her ankles, 
rushing over the tops of her feet. Debbie shuddered, closing her eyes and 
feeling that now-familiar rush of shame encase her. 

"Now we fuck the bitch." 

Someone was fumbling with the ropes, pulling her down from the pillar, 
dragging her half lifeless across the concrete basement floor and flinging 
her on a near-by old sofa. Opening her eyes, Debbie caught half-glimpses of 
Byron and Jack pulling their clothes off. Cocks, two cocks. She was 
half-dead from all the beating and they were going to fuck her! 

"No, oh God!" 

They waited-ten minutes perhaps, twenty-rubbing their cocks into her face, 
jacking off while rubbing strands of her hair against their cocks and balls, 
calling her hideous names and telling her what a cheap slut she was. Debbie 
winced at the insults, knowing that in a way they were true and yet fighting 
them for all she was worth. 

"You've rested enough." 

Byron was the first to climb in the saddle. Jack drew back, watching his 
brother slide on top of the protesting girl, watching Debbie disappear under 
those thick-muscled thighs. 

"That's it, man, go in and fuck her," Jack whispered, throwing one arm 
across his brother's back as if to lock him in place. Moving in close, he 
stuck his cock between m 

Debbie's and Byron's bodies. "Uhhhhh . . . " 

The girl went wild. Nothing, she had thought, could possibly turn her on 
after her last climax. But the sensation of having two cocks probing their 
way over her body made her wild. She felt Byron's prick come to a halt on 
her thigh while Jack's was moving on up to her silky-haired cunt. Pushing up 
with her hips, she found the younger brother inching down to her pussy. As 
she rose up a little she spread her legs. The fat cuntlips were clenched 
tightly together, the crack where they met seeping rich pussy oil. 

Debbie couldn't control herself, she just couldn't. She felt her cousin's 
knees spreading her open, shoving her apart. She tilted her head back and 
opened her mouth as Jack began playing with her asshole. Byron dropped his 
mouth onto hers, digging his tongue down her throat while nudging his cock 
at the juicy cuntal crack. The thick, spongy head rubbed back and forth, 
soon becoming slippery with his pre-cum and her juices. 

"Oh yeah, baby, good, good pussy. Just like the last time, maybe even 
better. Yeahhh, and your ass . . . oh fuck, yeah, Deb, you're one hell of a 
fuck, and you dig bein' knocked around," he groaned in one ear, biting down 
on the lobe so hard she thought he was going to tear it away! 

Debbie arched her spine, digging her head into the pillow behind her. She 
felt the cock jabbing at her fat cuntlips. The swollen labia were being 
forced apart by that bulbous wedge. Debbie sucked in her breath as she felt 
the thick hunk of cockmeat shove into her juicy cunt crack. Her cunt tingled 
and the pink, moist tissues squiggled together. And all the while inch by 
hard, throbbing inch of Byron's cock was going in, forcing into her pussy 
tunnel. 

"Good?" 

"Uhhhhhh," the girl moaned back, still ashamed to admit just how turned on 
she was. 

"Ram it in the bitch, man!" Jack encouraged at their side. "Shove that hard 
cock in her cunt. She wants it bad, Byron." 

"Can tell that," he grunted back. "She's gonna cook my cock up with that 
pussy if I'm not careful." 

"Nooooo!" 

The talk was driving her mad. Her cries of pleasure and pain sounded loud in 
the quiet cellar. It sent chills over the brothers and made their cocks 
throb all that much more. 

"Now, baby, gonna tear you open with my fat cock," Byron promised. 

"Oh God!" 

He pressed down hard, bearing into the girl. 

Her pussy was fitting tightly around his cock-rod. How good it was to feel 
her sensitive, slippery walls stretching apart to accommodate the throbbing 
inches of his meat. And at the top of her spread-open cunt her clit was 
pulsing, throbbing and jerking away as if someone had touched it with 
electricity. Byron kept screwing his cock down, churning it, making more and 
more cunt oil bubble out and dribble over her thighs. " Yghghghhghghhh!" 

As Byron came to the end of his downstroke, his hairy groin ground into the 
nerve-rich clit. Thrills and tremors shot through the girl's cunt and tits. 
She tightened down on his cock-rod, twisting her hips from side to side, 
drawing her nails over his thighs. 

"Tits, man, feel those tits," Byron panted into her ear, drawing back from 
her face for a while. His hands cupped her high-riding tits, squeezing her 
nipples until they ached with his touch. 

"Oooooooo!" 

"Give it to her, man, give it to her!" Jack called out. 

He got into the act by crawling down between their legs. Flat on his belly, 
he shoved his head up to her cunt, stretching his tongue out and tickling 
her pussy through the hairs. Debbie went crazy, hunching and grunting, 
feeling her cunt boil over. And still they weren't through with her! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

As her body was stretched open wider and wider, Byron gave a hard shove 
forward, burying his cock up to the hilt in her cunt. He nearly blew his 
balls when he felt his brother's head brushing up against his nuts. 

"Hey, man, take it easy! You wanna lick her cunt that's okay but keep away 
from me," he warned. 

"Sorry, man, this chick's really got me goin' for it." 

"You wanna eat her out, okay. Just wait till I'm out." 

Byron pulled his ass up, drawing his throbbing red cock-rod out of the 
grasping clutch of Debbie's furry cunthole. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" 

Debbie was going wild, hunching up against Byron's crotch, not wanting him 
to take his cock from her cunthole. She couldn't stand it, not after having 
gone through all this madness, all this torment, without getting her reward. 
That's what this fucking was, a wonderful prize, a reward. And now he was 
taking it away from her, snatching it from her cunt. 

But what was happening? Even as he pulled out, she felt something else, 
something rough and wet touching the stretched rubbery edges of her 
sensitive pussy. He was doing it. Jack was licking her, darting his tongue 
into her pussy meat. 

"Go for it, Brother, go on. Make this little bitch pump for it!" 

Debbie went wild, tightening her thigh muscles and working her hips up, 
grinding them against Byron's thighs. She wanted him back in, back in 
fucking her, filling her up with his meat. But the young man purposely kept 
his cock from her, leaving only the tip embedded in her juicy meat. And then 
he pulled out, his throbbing meat finally springing free, trembling wildly. 

Debbie's drawn-out plea broke the silence. 

"Huhhhrhhrrr! Huhhrrr! Hmmmmm!" 

The crazed teen grunted frantically as she felt the stretched meat of her 
cunt being licked and lapped by Jack's tongue. She tried snapping her legs 
shut, anything to end the teasing sensation, and get back to the hard hot 
fucking that made her feel so good. But Byron kept his cock out of her cunt 
and Jack pressed outward on her thighs, holding her open for his licking 
attack. 

"She taste good down there." 

"Yeah, man. Good and hot! Christ, she's juicin' like crazy down here." 

"Yeah, it felt real good against my cock when she got that wet. Just like 
havin' some grease down there or something." 

"Come on, Debbie, come on and throw that meat around like you were doin' for 
my brother." 

"Yeah, come on, baby, move that ass, come on, hunch it up against his 
mouth." 

Byron slapped her ass, pinching, then stretching and distending the cheeks 
while keeping that precious cockmeat away from her cunthole. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes," she moaned, struggling against both of them. 

She felt her clit being teased by that rough-licking tongue. She kept 
chanting and moaning as her clit throbbed mightily. 

"Please do it! Do it! Eat me!" she cried, unashamed of what she was begging 
her cousins to do to her. She wanted them in her, fucking her, tonguing her. 

"Shove it down to her now, man. Shove it in," Jack growled. 

Byron grunted in agreement, fitting his swollen cockhead into her pussycrack 
and shoving himself down. His thick, hard inches shoved into her again. As 
the slippery meat curled around his sinking cock-rod, he moved from side to 
side. That was more than the wild girl could stand. She slipped her arms 
around her cousin's back. Byron was no longer her tormentor, her adversary. 
He was her lover, the man making her feel so very hot and tight and good 
down there between her white, shivering thighs. She raked her nails over his 
back, tearing at his flesh as he ripped at hers. 

"Ughghhhhh." 

"Do it," Debbie groaned. 

Grunting, half in pain, half in pleasure, Byron gave her a series of short, 
quick strokes. His cock slid down into her tight cunthole again and again. 
His body slammed and ground into her, drawing up sensations that took the 
teen's breath away. She knocked her knees against him, calling out for help, 
for something that would pitch her over the edge yet again on this day of 
horror. 

"Told you that'd drive the bitch outta her mind," Jack laughed. 

"Too much, man. This hot bitch practically ripped my back apart. She's gotta 
get under control or she's gonna drive us both nuts." 

"Shut up and fuck!" 

More orders, more fucking. Debbie didn't care. They could have ordered her 
to the center of the earth and she would have gone down. She strained her 
ass up, shoving her tight cunthole onto that throbbing cockshaft. She felt 
Byron's body tense and tremble with pleasure. He shoved back down yet again, 
sending his prick rod steaming through her pussy. 

"Good," she moaned, moving her body in frantic little hunches around under 
him. 

She could feel his prick slipping around in her pussy with each movement 
they made. The throbbing head of his cock probed deep in her cunthole. How 
good it was to be fucked by a man, a real man. Only now Debbie realized just 
how much she had wanted something like that to have happened to her. All her 
young life she had been fantasizing about that. And now it was all 
happening, actually happening! 

"Uhhhhhhhh . . . " 

He was crushing her, overwhelming her. And that's exactly what the girl 
needed. As they drew closer and closer together, every square inch of her 
became alive. Debbie thought of his cruel smile, of the way he'd beaten her, 
of the way he was curling her skin into small balls between his fingers now 
and pinching it until it turned blue. He was hurting her. He loved to hurt 
her, and to hurt others, she suspected. The boot and the whip were important 
to her cousins, especially to Byron. But that was fine by Debbie because she 
loved it too. How good it felt to be fucked after having suffered through a 
hell of pain! 

"Man, don't shoot off yet," Jack whispered as he listened to them fuck 
together. "I wanna eat up her pussy before." 

Byron ignored him, becoming more and more involved in Debbie's clutching, 
hunching body. 

"Man, pull up." 

He shoved his head down between their legs once more, his tongue lashing up 
and running around the tense, straining edge of the girl's cunt. Byron 
grunted, pulling his cock-rod out once more and letting it throb. Again 
Debbie thought she was going to go wild with frustration. Then that tongue 
lashed up and fitted down deep into her pussy. She felt her muscles 
convulsing, clutching at that wriggling thing. 

"Man, I can't stop it. Just can't.. .can't stop it," Byron said, determined 
to fuck her now. 

"Just a sec, come on." 

Debbie felt the elastic, itchy membranes of her cunt drawing together. Jack 
did all he could to keep her open, slipping his tongue in and out, stabbing 
two fingers into her cunthole. The girl couldn't believe the sensations 
rushing through her body, blowing her mind to bits. She threw her hips into 
the air as he licked his way back inside her cunt. Her clit throbbed against 
his upper lip as Jack shoved his tongue into the juicy cunthole once again. 
She held tightly onto Byron, grunting like a stuck pig, jerking her hips 
this way and that, wanting to cum. 

"Huhhrhhrhrrr!" 

"She's gonna go, man. Get outta the way and let me get my cock back into 
her." 

Byron was warning his brother, his voice hoarse and cracking. 

"Just a second more." 

"Move your fuckin' head so I can get my cock back inside! My balls feel like 
they're gonna blow apart. Fuck, if I cum it's probably gonna hurt more than 
feel good." 

Jack kept lapping and licking while shoving his mouth roughly onto her cunt. 

"Fuck it, Jack. I told you to move it. I gotta take care of this cunt. She's 
goin' outta her mind," he growled as he fought with Debbie, trying to keep 
her wedged under him. 

"Huhhhrrr! Oh cum, cum, oh God, God!" Debbie screamed. 

She was going wild. The girl threw her hips up into Jack's face with 
desperate hunching motions. Her pussy spread apart with every wild hunch as 
she tried to get the older brother's tongue working deeper into her cunt. 
Her soft legs were fighting close to his head, trying to trap it hard 
against her pussy. Jack had to strain with his hands to keep them from 
trapping him against the fleshy labia. The hotter she got, the more he liked 
it. The feel of her tender cunt lifting up to get licked, sucked and fucked 
sent tremors through his prick. 

"Man, if you don't get outta the way, I'm gonna shove your tongue outta the 
way with my cock." 

The warning took hold. Jack pulled back, giving a quick suck to Debbie's 
clit. Hearing the two brothers fighting over her cunt sent the girl into 
spasms. Her cunt trembled, trying to clutch onto the wriggling tongue. 
Urging him on, the girl shoved her thighs up harder, driving her furry 
cunthole into his mouth again and again. At the same time Debbie started 
raking her nails over Byron's spine. She had both men grunting at a fever 
pitch, both of them very hot for her body. 

"Do it, oh God!" 

Flames of goodness burned her clit and singed her pussy. 

"Good pussy, good and hot pussy," Byron whispered in one ear, licking his 
tongue into the waxy canal. 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

Debbie couldn't take much more of it. She groaned as she felt those hard 
inches of Byron's prick finally slam down into her cunt. She felt the relief 
of having the tense, itchy pussywalls being stretched apart and scratched so 
deliciously. The hard steely core of his cockmeat filled her cunt with one 
long shove. The girl felt Byron's body pound down onto hers, shoving her 
into the couch. The feel of his body pressing on hers, drove her to a 
climax. 

"Fuck! Oh no!" she cried, her senses reeling from the power of her orgasm. 

Debbie panted out obscenities once again, her clit blowing to pieces. She 
locked herself so tightly around Byron that he raised her up off the couch 
when he pulled back for a down-stroke. 

"Noooooowwwww!" 

It was the last thing the girl remembered as she felt her cuntal walls 
clenching down on those eight throbbing inches of cockmeat. The world had 
suddenly turned a golden color, shot through with bolts of red. The power of 
her spasms had knocked her senseless. With that spine-tingling cry Debbie 
fell back on the bed, her legs flying wide open so her squishy cunthole was 
open for Jack's final lunges. 

"Good fuckin, Deb, good fuckin', " Byron gasped, letting the last of his 
jizz shoot down into her still-clutching cunthole. 

Debbie had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. When she opened her 
eyes, she found herself stretched across the bed. She was still naked but 
someone had cleaned her up. She lay there like that, enjoying the feel of 
the silken coverlet pressing against her warm body. She wriggled one toe, 
then the other. No, she hadn't been damaged. Slowly she rose, feeling a 
distinct ache in her shoulders. 

That cross-bar! It was all coming back to her now. The stretching, the 
hanging from the ceiling, the way her body had swayed while those horrible 
men belted her. And then there was the hosing. And then.. .and then that 
awful enema while she was eaten out! It all culminated with-ohhhh, how her 
cheeks burned with shame! She had behaved like a whore, a slut. 

Slowly rising from the bed, Debbie examined her body. Some of the red marks 
had vanished. Others stayed, turning an ugly blue and purple. They had truly 
worked her over well, slicing their leather belts over her body time and 
time again. Debbie shook her head, holding it in both hands, wondering if 
this were some obscene, filthy dream or if it indeed was reality. Sounds of 
her aunt bustling around in the kitchen downstairs told her that what had 
happened was all too true. 

She stretched one hand around the back of her neck, rubbing the sore spots 
just above her shoulder blades. What had happened to her? What had made her 
into what she was now, a rutting, horrid . . . 

"My God!" 

The young teen dropped her head in her hands once more, sobbing freely, 
throwing herself onto the bed and beating her fists furiously against the 
mattress until the headboard shook against the back wall. Waves of shame and 
self-incrimination shook her as she saw the depravity festering in her 
heart. Clawing the silken material of the blue coverlet and pressing her hot 
cheeks against the pillowcase, the young girl continued to cry, alternately 
wishing she could die, then wishing the two brothers would sneak up here and 
fuck her once more. "Debbie. Dinner!" 

Her aunt, calling her cheerily from below! She froze, rolling on her bare 
ass, covering her tits and cunt as if Aunt Martha had peeked in and 
discovered her fucking Byron and Jack. She had to be a little hypocrite, 
lying to her aunt and uncle, pretending she was having the innocent time of 
her life when all the time all she could think of was fucking-fucking their 
sons, fucking and having them hurt her as well. 

"Debbie, come on!" 

Her uncle. Debbie rose from the bed, flicking on the near-by light, then 
turning and looking at herself in the mirror. She could see where the cuffs 
had chafed her wrists. Those she could hide from her aunt and uncle. The red 
marks on her ass and the welts on her thighs would be no problem covering, 
of course. But it was such a nightmare-one that, secretly, the young teen 
was enjoying to the fullest. 

Dressing modestly in a high-collared blouse and long skirt Debbie left the 
safety of her room, stepping down into the brightly lit living room where 
Byron and Jack were dozing before the television set. She stopped halfway 
down the stairs, feeling a sharp contraction in her belly. Just for a second 
Debbie expected them to leap up and grab her, committing yet another outrage 
on her. But of course Aunt Martha and Uncle Jim were in the kitchen talking 
merrily about one thing or other, completely oblivious to the horror taking 
place under their roof. 

"Remember, baby, not a word to 'em," Byron said, blinking his eyes open and 
stretching his long, muscled legs. He looked like a lion about to pounce. 
Debbie caught her breath, feeling the blood drain from her face. 

"No, I won't, I swear," she whispered back, her fingers grabbing at the 
railing. 

"Yeah, so come down and act natural," Jack said, yawning, stretching his 
arms over his head. 

Act natural. Debbie would have laughed if her nerves hadn't been so taut. 
She endured dinner, pushing the pork chops around with her fork rather than 
eating them. More than once her aunt commented about how the country air was 
supposed to increase one's appetite, not kill it. It was then Debbie would 
steal a glance at the brothers wolfing down their food, grinning at one 
another, then staring wide-eyed at her. 

That night Debbie slept poorly. She tossed and turned, her pussy burning. 
More than once, she woke up, feeling her clit throbbing and itching as if 
Byron or Jack had come up and started sucking on her pussy. In fact at one 
time the confused teen thought she'd seen one of them sneaking about her 
room. 

"This can't go on like this. It just can't," she whispered to herself, her 
bedclothes sticking uncomfortably to her wet flesh. 

Just before dawn Debbie fell asleep, thinking about Byron sticking his cock 
into her. The last few hours of her rest were disturbed by dreams of the two 
naked brothers working her over, making her cum so hard she lost 
consciousness. 

The next morning Debbie breakfasted early, staying close to her aunt while 
Byron and Jack trundled out to one of the north fields with their father. 
Before they left, Byron cornered Debbie in the kitchen, his hands fumbling 
clumsily up for her tits. 

"Stop it!" she hissed, darting a warning look at him then peering over his 
shoulder into the hall. She could hear her aunt humming, fishing around for 
the keys in her shoulder purse. 

"Every fuckin' time I see you, baby, I wanna stick my cock in your pussy. 
Maybe next time I'll get spunky and give you one hell of an ass-fucking," 
Byron whispered, squeezing her nipples through her bra. 

"Get away from me," Debbie retorted in a harsh whisper, emboldened by the 
nearness of her aunt. 

Byron frowned, his face darkening as he moved away and wiped his lips with 
the back of one hand. Debbie sighed, feeling the tension ease a bit. Leaning 
against the sink, her hands behind her, grasping for the counter's edge, the 
young girl felt her heart beating a mile a minute. 

"For now," Byron said, crooking a warning finger at her. 

"Oh, there you are, dear," Aunt Martha said, all smiles. "Your father's 
probably waiting for you. Don't keep him waiting." 

"Don't worry, Ma," Byron said, giving Debbie another sidelong, angry glance 
before turning on his right heel and stomping out the back door. The screen 
clattered behind him. 

The girl stayed where she was, listening to his retreating steps crunching 
over the back path gravel. She shouldn't have angered him like that, she 
knew. But yet the teen was glad she had. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Debbie phoned her mother, telling her she wanted to come back to Los 
Angeles. Her mother had expected just such a call, feeling her daughter 
would be bored with the quiet life in the country. Debbie didn't dare tell 
her what was really going on, hoping her mother would sense something in the 
tone of her voice, in what she didn't say. But it was hopeless. 

"Just have a good time up there, dear. Martha and Jim are good people. 
They'll take care of you." 

"Yes, Mother," Debbie said sadly, feeling the world darken around her. 

Back in her room she thought of running away. But that would solve nothing. 
Her aunt and uncle would want to know why and God only knows what her mother 
would say. The scandal of her daughter fleeing from her sister's house would 
shock her to death. And in the end there would be Byron and Jack, still 
there, waiting to attack her again when the time was ripe. 

In the end Debbie said and did nothing, hoping with one part of her mind 
that the boys had had enough of her, and praying with the other half that 
they hadn't. Another day passed with Debbie jumping at every sound and 
shadow. Byron and Jack had stared at her hotly over dinner, rubbing their 
crotches whenever her aunt and uncle weren't watching. Debbie flushed 
brilliantly, wanting to run and hide. She had never felt so vulnerable, and 
yet so excited in all her life! 

That night in her room those awful dreams came back-but with new touches. 
She dreamed about having the boys roping her and tying her to a tree or a 
fence, binding her wrists and ankles together in some grotesque position 
then flailing her within an inch of her life with whips. She could almost 
feel the leather sizzling through her flesh, making her jerk with agony, her 
cunt creaming all the while. Twice she spoke, her pussy throbbing. What was 
happening to her? The sensations were getting worse, her lust growing day by 
day. 

The next day late in the afternoon Debbie left the house. Her uncle was in 
town again while her aunt was quietly dozing in front of the television set 
before getting up to prepare dinner. It was a lazy day, the sky a mellow 
blue and yellow as the sun began arching down behind the surrounding 
mountains. There was just the hint of chill in the air as Debbie strolled 
down the road, hands behind her back. She hadn't seen the boys at all today. 

She sniffed, closing her eyes and feeling the breeze cool her burning flesh. 
The more time that went by, the more she wanted them touching her, fucking 
her, beating her. Debbie stopped, grimacing as a particularly potent spasm 
rippled through her cunt, making the tiny muscles snap around thin air. The 
flesh of her thighs tightened while tiny fires seemed to glow in her pussy. 
She caught her breath, struggling, feeling the juices oozing from her 
cuntslit and wetting down her cuntal curls. "God!" 

She strolled a little farther, the spasms having passed for the moment. When 
she just passed the east wall of the barn, the girl looked through the tall 
green sea of field grass surrounding the decaying old building and saw the 
familiar shapes of her two cousins. Both were standing there watching her. 

Debbie stopped, feeling her heart stop. She stared at them, stepped back, 
and turned to look at the house. Of course she could have run for the house 
and made it before the brothers could catch her. But instead she stood 
there, hesitating, feeling the burning, itching feeling between her 
shivering legs growing more and more intense. 

"Come over here, baby," Byron said, barely raising his voice, the breeze 
carrying it to her ears. 

It was wrong, so wrong. She knew she had to start somewhere, somewhere to 
fight off these terrible feelings, those terrible boys. But instead of 
running away Debbie turned and walked carefully through the tall grass, 
avoiding the various cans and debris tossed carelessly about. When she 
neared the boys, she watched as Jack turned and began heading for the barn. 

"Inside the building," Byron said, jerking his head in the direction of the 
barn. 

"Yeah, it's the kind of place you'll like somethin' you're fitted for." 

Jack had opened one of the double doors, standing to one side as Debbie 
stepped in. She hesitated, her feet sinking into the filthy old straw. The 
sour odor of stale piss and shit filled her nose, making her wrinkle her 
nostrils in disgust. They wanted her here? She balked, going in only when 
Byron shoved her hard between the shoulders. 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

She stumbled and quickly regained her balance, stepping forward a little 
then stopping, folding her arms over her tits. Her heart was beating very 
quickly while she felt her tits itching around her nipples. Her furry cunt 
was generating more and more heat as the swollen lips rubbed deliciously 
together. 

Goosebumps broke out all over her as she watched Byron closing the door 
behind his brother. For a moment they were bathed in the no graying gloom of 
the interior. Then Byron switched on an old yellow bulb overhead and an 
eerie light flooded the big old barn. Something-rats, perhaps-was running 
about, scurrying away from the three humans suddenly intruding on its 
domain. Debbie felt another shudder of disgust ripple through her body as 
she stared at the dreary surroundings. 

"You know what's gonna happen here, don'tcha?" Byron said, his hands on his 
hips. 

She knew! A knot of tension formed between her stomach and her cunt, 
throbbing and pulsing in time with her beating clit. Shaking her head from 
side to side, playing dumb, Debbie nearly screamed from the tension building 
quickly in her soul. Her pussy swelled up under its forest of curly hair, 
more frothy juice dampening her nylon crotch panel. It was happening again 
and there was nothing she could do about it! 

"Yeah, she knows, all right," Jack said, slipping one hand down over his 
crotch. 

Debbie felt an answering sensation buckle the walls of her hot cunt as she 
remembered how he'd fucked her, eaten out her pussy, beaten her. Her eyes 
flicked down to his crotch as he pulled his hand away. There was an 
unmistakable outline of a cock running down his right leg. 

"Don't . . . " 

"You know," Jack said, laughing at his cousin. "She keeps tellin' us she 
don't want it. But, man, she's so fuckin' hot right now I can smell her from 
way over there." 

Debbie's eyes widened. He was right. Oh God, he was right! She hated herself 
for being so weak. But she couldn't control the tremors running through her 
cunt. She tried to force her mind to think of other things but being alone 
with her two cousins made her think only about one thing-her need to have 
hot cockmeat running through her pussy. Her cheeks were burning a 
bright-red. 

"Maybe she needs a little cock in her mouth to get her goin' this time," 
Byron said, fumbling with his zipper tab. 

"What?" 

"You heard me, baby, a little cock in your fuckin' mouth," Byron repeated. 

His voice thickened as he opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. 
Debbie flinched, her eyes dropping to that fat cunt-splitter. The head was 
even bigger than she'd imagined it. She stepped back, her nostrils flaring, 
her cunt driving her crazy with its itchy heat. 

"Hold her down. I wanna fuck her mouth before I stick this thing in her." 

Suck that thing? Debbie cried out as Jack took hold of her wrists, pulling 
her down to the soft, filthy straw around her. 

"No, no, I won't, I won't," she whimpered, clenching her teeth tightly 
together until her jaws ached from the tension. 

"You ain't got a choice," Byron said, walking slowly up to her. 

His fat cock swayed teasingly from side to side, his balls pulled up tight 
against the hairy, thick base. Debbie swallowed a lump of fear. She could 
smell his sweaty, unwashed groin, and that door triggered something lewd in 
her. Her cunt knotted up with sexual tension one more time, juice wetting 
down her thighs. She had never thought that much about sucking cock. 

Of course she had heard about this sort of thing. Lots of girls in school 
did it, it seemed, to satisfy their boyfriends and keep from getting knocked 
up. They kept talking about the salty taste of the cum and how hard it was 
to swallow it all when the guy "shot off." Now Debbie was going to find out 
about it firsthand. 

"Suck!" 

Debbie still had her jaws clenched together. When she didn't move quickly 
enough, Byron struck her across the jaws, knocking her to the floor. 

"Ughhhhhh . . . " 

There was another blow, this one across the side of the head. She rolled 
half onto her side, knocked back onto her ass by a third slap across the 
face. Her cheeks stinging, Debbie drew one hand over her eyes, fighting back 
the hot tears that threatened to erupt from her eyes. Byron, satisfied that 
he'd subdued the girl, dropped to his knees, having slipped off his Levi's. 

Kneeling on her upper arms, the young stud angled forward, rubbing his 
greasy cockhead over her nose, her cheeks, her lips. Debbie made a face, 
struggling helplessly against those knees, that cock. 

"And if you try somethin' funny like biting I'm gonna make you sorry you 
ever lived, understand? Now open up that fuckin' mouth and swallow my cock! 
Come on, baby, swallow it," Byron urged. 

Debbie sobbed, feeling the slippery hot tissues of her cunt knotting up. She 
let out a moan of pleasure and pain, opening her lips, peeling them back as 
Byron slipped forward and shoved his cockhead between her parted lips. 

It was so strange, so odd having something that hard and hot in her mouth! 
The moment she tightened her lips around the double flanged head, Byron let 
out a shuddering moan, his body pressing hard against her face. She nearly 
sneezed, the prick hairs tickling the insides of her burning nostrils. He 
was fucking her mouth with jerky movements now, burying only the first two 
or three inches. Debbie could feel the gentle rubbing of his leathery nuts 
against her neck and throat right now while those awful knees were cutting 
the circulation from her arms. Again Debbie struggled to get him off her 
arms. But Byron was too intent on fucking her mouth to worry about her 
discomfort. 

"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, move that fuckin' tongue around. Uhhhhh, like that, 
stick that tongue into my piss-slit and.. .uhhhh, oh fuckin' Jesus, yeahhh!" 

Debbie was sucking as hard as she could, her cheeks caving in while her 
tongue laved and licked at the thick scar just under his cockhead. Byron 
liked that. She could tell from his happy grunts as he fucked yet more 
prickmeat into her mouth. 

"Uhhghhfffff!" 

Debbie's tongue laved around and around the thickly veined cock-rod, sliding 
back and forth over the super-sensitive underside. 

"That's it. Ohhhh, yeahhhh, tongue that mother. Suck it down, all the way. 
Yeahhh, I wanna feel it hittin' the back of your fuckin' throat!" 

Debbie felt the big head pushing back over her tongue, sliding over her 
molars, going us deeper and deeper toward the back of her throat. Debbie 
inhaled sharply and let her cousin shove his cock into her tight throat. It 
was all she could do to keep from gagging on the fat thing. She twisted her 
head to one side, opening her jaws as widely as she could to suck in some 
oxygen. She was drowning in cock-meat and Byron was feeding her more, 
stuffing her mouth with it. "Ohhhhh, baby!" 

He was going wild, fucking her all the way now, rubbing his groin so hard 
against her nose that he flattened it. Byron threw his head back, pumping 
his thighs rhythmically against her head. It felt so nice inside her mouth! 
Debbie liked it now. She rolled her tongue over and under the fat prick, 
sucking on it as if it were a piece of candy. 

"Mmmmmmm.. . " 

Byron slapped her face continually as she sucked and tongued, his beating 
adding some zest to everything. The girl was enjoying this fucking of her 
mouth almost as much as she'd thrilled to the way the boys had fucked her 
earlier. The full length of that thing was sliding in and out now, forcing 
her lips to pucker out as it withdrew. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Byron chanted. 

He was shouting, slapping her face, the blows hot, stinging against her 
flesh. And yet there was the usual amount of pleasure with that pain. The 
harder he slapped her, the more pressure her mouth exerted and the more 
wildly her tongue curled and licked around his fucking cock. 

"Man, she's goin' at it," Jack commented jealously, watching as frothy 
saliva bubbled out around the stretched corners of her mouth. 

"Yeah, man, like she ain't eaten for days," Byron added. 

Debbie found her mouth sucking more and more furiously, increasing the 
pressure around that pistoning cock-rod. Byron slowed down for a moment, 
bracing himself against the floor with both hands working his hips from side 
to side, stirring his prick inside her mouth. She could feel it slipping 
against her teeth, rubbing against the roof of her mouth, the insides of her 
cheeks. She was swallowing down his cum now, tasting it as it ran freely 
from his cockhead. Byron shuddered, watching her throat muscles contract, 
knowing exactly what she was doing. He groaned, then crammed his cock right 
down to her tonsils. The young teen under him groaned, gasping for more air. 

"Oh, baby, baby, suck on that mother, suck on it and make it cum! Fuck, 
gonna untie her hands so she can work on my prick. Hear that, bitch, work on 
it with everything you got." 

He was moving back, adjusting his kneeling position, freeing her arms for a 
second. Debbie felt the tingling sensations come back to her fingers, 
thanking God Byron had moved to one side and let the blood continue to her 
hands. She moved her fingers up to his cock now, cupping his balls, 
squeezing them gently and pumping them now. She was doing something entirely 
experimental for her but it must have been right because Byron kept cooing 
and gasping, telling her to keep doing it. 

"Oh, shit, this little bitch's got me so fuckin' hot I could dump my load 
right now down her throat!" Bryon threatened. 

"Man, don't lose it yet. We got a long way to go. We been talkin' about 
fuckin' her ass off for the last day. Don't wanna lose it now, do you?" 

Byron shuddered, slowing down his fucking once more. 

"No, man, but she's so fuckin' good," he groaned, sliding all the way down 
and pressing his groin against her flattened nose once more. 

Debbie's lips were like leeches, clinging tightly to his prick rod. Her 
tongue kept teasing the underside of that hard cock, making Byron shudder 
violently on top of her. There were moments when she thought he might be 
about ready to shoot his cum into her throat. But then he caught himself, 
shivering with restraint, rubbing his cock against her tonsils but keeping 
his load in his balls. 

Byron enjoyed this, nearly strangling the girl with his cock, feeling her 
throat constrict around the double-plumbed head. The burning heat in her 
pussy was getting worse and worse. Byron withdrew slowly, reaching back, 
rubbing his knuckles over the dampened crotch band of her panties. Debbie 
moaned, her knees jerking up from that light pressure, slowly sinking back 
to the barn floor. She could feel her cuntal walls slapping together, 
knotting up again as Byron touched her panties lightly with the back of his 
hand. 

"Man, lemme suck her pussy," Jack said, smacking his lips hungrily after 
watching how the girl reacted to his brother's touch. 

"Not yet." 

Byron shuddered, regaining control of himself. He sat up suddenly, yanking 
the full length of his cock-rod from the girl's mouth. Debbie smacked her 
lips, shaking her head, closing her eyes and wondering how much more of this 
humiliation she was going to have to endure. Byron held his fat cock with 
one hand, drawing back, using his prickhead to draw circles around her 
mouth, leaving trails of the colorless oil that seeped from his piss-slit. 

Debbie wondered how her mind allowed her to feel anything good. And yet it 
had. She wanted Jack and Byron, wanted them more than anything in her life! 
And now she was going to get both of them-in spades! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

They had stripped her, pulling off her jersey and bra carefully so as not to 
tear the material, skimming her short black skirt down over her toes, 
leaving only her panties on, clinging to her dampened thighs. 

"Ohhhh," the girl moaned as Byron reached behind and slid two fingers and a 
thumb under one stretched leg band. He was pinching her clit, rolling it 
between his thumb and forefinger the way he had rolled her nipples earlier. 

"Nice and hot.. .like she always is," Byron commented. 

"Yeah, just like the time when you ripped her cherry with that spike." 

Byron smiled in return, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at the helpless 
girl. 

"Man, this bitch.. .she's one hell of a fuckin' whore. Man, you do this 
before?" 

He bent down, sucking her nipple into his mouth. He bit down on the swollen 
tip, chewing on it. He kept chomping until Debbie screamed. The thrill of 
his teeth chewing on her nipple sent wild thrills shooting through her, 
rising waves of overwhelmed delight that swept over her, pounding her into 
the dirt. Stubble and straw worked into her asscrack, tickling her asshole 
mercilessly, sifting into her pussy as Byron continued to torment her. 

"Man, had enough of this shit. Come on, let's get goin' on the bitch." 

Byron pulled off the girl, wrapping his fingers around his cock to keep from 
shooting off. Debbie lay there lifelessly, her stretched jaws aching from 
the fullness of that rod. 

"Rope her." 

Those two words sent shivers up and down her spine. The dreams, those awful 
dreams she'd been having for the past few nights, were going to come true! 
She had dreamed about the boys tying her up, rendering her helpless and 
then.. .and then doing unnamed hideous things to her. It was going to happen 
now! 

"Oh no, no . . . " 

Byron kicked her face, the tip of his boot catching her in the chin and 
sending her pitching back into the hay. Her head throbbed, the dimly lit 
room spinning around as if she had taken some potent drink. Jack was 
rummaging around the barn, picking up this piece of rope and that. 

"Over, baby." 

Jack slipped a fifteen-inch piece of line around her ankles, drawing it 
tightly around her flesh and cinching it with a double figure-eight. Debbie 
groaned, curling her fingers into fists and drawing them over the hay. The 
rough hemp chafed her flesh, making her gasp again against the straw. 

Next came her wrists. Byron tied another piece of line around them, securing 
her hands just below where the marks from the manacles could still be seen. 

"We got some things here.. .rings and things. You like wearing jewelry, 
don't you, Debbie? You like havin' earrings and things like that, right?" 

The girl didn't say a word. There was no need to. These weren't questions to 
be answered. Byron and Jack were only taunting her, making fun of her. They 
were going to do as they pleased with her body, and there was nothing she 
would be able to do about it. 

"Roll the cunt over." 

Jack slipped one toe just under her lowest rib, jerked his leg up and rolled 
Debbie onto her back. The girl cried out as he raised his booted foot again, 
putting the pointed end right against her windpipe. She looked cross-eyed at 
the foot in front of her, feeling the pressure cutting off her wind. 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

It was as if he'd put a knife against her windpipe! It was getting harder 
and harder for her to draw a breath, far worse than when Byron had been 
choking her with his cock. 

Jack rubbed the filthy sole against her throat, pressing the dirty black 
leather against her chin, then pressing down on her throat once more. The 
girl's face reddened then began turning a light shade of blue. At that point 
Jack eased the pressure against her neck, moving his worn heel up to her 
mouth. "Lick it, cunt." 

He was nearly kicking that heel against her front teeth. He would knock her 
toothless unless she obeyed. Twisting against the ropes binding her, Debbie 
stuck out her tongue and began licking that awful stuff, twisting her head 
around and spitting out the filthy mixture of dirt and saliva. 

"Tongue, tongue it, lick it just like you was lickin' my brother's cock." 

Debbie drew her tongue along the length of the heel, feeling the tiny nails 
rubbing up against her tongue. Up and down, around and around she pushed her 
tongue while Jack pressed the rubber down hard against her front teeth. 
There was a point once when she thought he was going to push in her 
incisors. It was only when Byron held him back that Jack moved his boot back 
to her throat, giving Debbie a light kick before drawing back. 

"Uhhhhhh . . . " 

She felt her body grow lush and warm, relieved from the killing pressure of 
that choking boot. But her joy was short-lived. The ropes still remained 
tightly bound to her wrists and ankles, keeping her from moving away. She 
spat, ridding her mouth of that awful, acrid taste of dirt and rubber. When 
Byron bent down to scoop her up, she flinched, telling him how much she 
hated him and his brother. 

"So, you haven't had enough, eh?" he growled, bringing the flat of his left 
hand hard against her right cheek, then back-handing her left cheek. 

Debbie felt the force of his slaps but there was no longer any pain 
connected with them. His brutal mouth-rape and Jack's kicking had taken care 
of that. Now there was a wonderful, searing heat flaming through her, the 
tip licking at her clit. It was happening all over again and it was 
wonderful! How odd to feel the flames of hell turn into tongues of delight! 

"Leave me alone!" she cried, not believing a word of her own plea. 

"She wants to play games," Byron said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. 
"Okay, we play games." 

He threw himself on top of her, his fingers tearing at her panties, skinning 
them down over her knees. Debbie struggled against him, her wrists tearing 
at the ropes restraining them, her ankles wanting to separate, to fold 
around his powerful body. But the ropes held, keeping her firmly pressed 
against the barn floor. It was exquisite torture being held captive like 
this and having a stud like Byron stimulating her. 

Her body squirmed and strained under his hands. She felt his fingers tearing 
at her nipples, pinching them until she screamed her throat raw. And the 
boys loved it, loved the sound of their cousin's wails. 

"Oh baby, baby, good to have a fuckin' hot cousin like you comin' up here 
from L.A. all the time," Byron groaned into one ear. 

"I'll never.. .never come back here again, I swear," she gasped, rills of 
delight punching her cunt shut tight. 

"Yeah,, yeah, bet you're up here in a month," Byron countered. 

With that he dipped his tongue hard into her mouth, forcing it down to her 
throat, touching her tonsils while sucking up her spit. 

"Hey, come on, Bro', you ain't gonna fuck her again and leave me hangin' out 
to dry." 

Byron pulled away from Debbie's sucking mouth. How her head rattled from the 
tension and lust racing through her. Byron was still on top of her, but Jack 
had knelt down behind, gripping her long hair and pulling at it until she 
moaned. Byron was reaching under her and squeezing her firm ass, separating 
the full, fleshy mounds, squirming his fingers into the warm crack until 
they touched her asshole. Debbie let out a rush of air, wondering what on 
earth he was doing down there. "Nooo . . . " 

Byron was kissing her once more. She could taste his spit in her throat. 
Flames built inside her more and more. Her body knew nothing about family, 
about incest, about the feelings she should have concerning her cousins 
Byron and Jack. All she knew was the pain and the wonderful erotic 
sensations that pain brought with it. Her body wanted more and more agony 
and brutality. And if her cousins were the means for her to receive it, then 
by all means the girl was going to do what had to be done. Feeling his hot 
breath in her nostrils, Debbie thought about that fucking coming up, that 
beating and reveled in it! 

"Uhhhhhhh . . . " 

"Get them screws over here." 

Jack moved quickly, coming back with several U-shaped rings in one hand. 
They were at least two inches long and had screws at one end. Byron climbed 
off the girl, rubbing his fingers over her furry blonde cuntal patch, 
noticing how her outer labia puckered inward and quivered each time he 
touched her. 

"You know, you're so fuckin' hot you probably won't even feel these. But I'm 
gonna put 'em on you anyway. We picked 'em up last time we was in Frisco. 
Ain't really used 'em for a long time. Girls around here freak out when we 
come up with somethin' like this," Byron said, holding one of the screws up 
and examining it. 

"Pretty damned nice," Jack commented. 

"Yeah, and wait till they're on her," Byron added. 

Debbie shuddered as her eyes focused on the horrible things. Byron gripped 
one of the rings hard as his brother tugged her white thighs apart. She felt 
her cuntlips unsticking from the resulting pressure as Byron made her bend 
her knees as best she could. Debbie shuddered, feeling the younger brother's 
fingers pulling one of her cunt labes away from the center of her sloppy 
slit. He was screwing that thing on her, actually screwing and tightening it 
around her sensitive flesh. The girl threw back her head and wailed. 

"Good," Byron commented. 

"Oh, ohhhhhh!" 

Debbie gritted her teeth in pain. The pulling sensation was painful and 
tantalizing at the same time. She rolled her head from side to side, her 
flesh growing hot, damp, excited and sensitive from the pulling sensation. 
Byron took another screw from his brother's hand, tightening it around her 
other outer cunt lip. 

The way those screws were pulling her cuntlips apart the girl thought 
someone would be able to drive a car through her pussy! "Now, the tits." 

Smaller yet still heavy rings were brought out. Byron took them, rubbing 
them clean against his shirt, then began screwing them onto her nipples. 
Debbie groaned, arching her back, wallowing her shoulders against the 
stubble that itched and scratched across her spine. She tugged again against 
the ropes, chafing her flesh as Byron tightened those horrid rings hard 
around her nipples. She clenched her teeth, fighting down a tearing scream 
in her throat. 

"Uhhhhhhh . . . " 

"Let's fuck 'er this way-both of us," Byron said, grinning at his brother. 

"Yeah, man. And I'm gonna get the ass. I like the end piece of anything," 
Jack said, grinning back. 

Byron rolled her over in spite of her violent protests. Pulling off his 
shirt and Levi's, the young man slipped down next to her, trailing kisses 
and licks down her body, letting his mouth linger around her nipples. He 
tugged at the heavy rings with his lips, making Debbie quiver with the 
resulting pulling agony. 

"Man, hot cunt.. .hot and runnin' with lots of juice, and pulled open with 
them rings. 

Yeah, baby, pulled open and ready for a cock again." 

"Ready, ready," the girl chanted, unable to hide her feelings any longer. 

"Yeah, man, and her ass is gonna be ready too," Jack added. 

Byron moved his way down to her belly, biting her sweat-dampened flesh, then 
continued down toward her hips where strands of her pussy-hairs caught in 
his teeth. His mouth kept moving lower and lower until it reached the 
wide-open gap of her cunt. The screws around her cunt labes still held her 
inner cuntlips peeled back, leaving plenty of room for his mouth to work. 

And work it did. Like a deadly needle his tongue shot out and stabbed into 
the girl's creaming cunt. Debbie shuddered with delight, feeling the 
pressure of those rings mix with the pressure of Byron's licking tongue. It 
moved up and down, stirring her insides and making her gasp at every move. 

"Ohhhhhh.. .ahhghghhhh . . . " 

Debbie gasped out groans again and again, feeling sensations she didn't 
believe existed as the wet tongue worked in and out of her seething cunt 
with continued hard, hot strokes. It was completely different from being 
fucked. But oh, how good it was. 

"And now, baby, we go for it." 

Byron raised his head, pulling out several long strands of her blonde 
cunt-hairs from between his teeth. He nibbled at her nipples once more, 
feeling her cunt with his right hand, making her tuck her ass in away from 
that exciting lewd touch. 

"Oh God, God . . . " 

"You wanna get fucked by this, baby?" Byron asked, rubbing the full length 
of his cock against her pussy, making sure it touched her clit. 

"Oh yes!" Debbie gasped, throwing her head back. 

It was at this time that she realized that Jack was behind her, feeling her 
ass and rubbing his cock against her asscheeks. He had stripped down as well 
and now was hunching his cock into her hot sweaty asscrack. Two men fucking 
her at once! Debbie remembered them talking about doing something like that 
and now they were going to do it! 

"Fuck her, man, fuck her." 

Jack was biting on the back of her neck, holding her now by the shoulders so 
hard his fingers caused bruises on her skin. 

"Goin' in," Byron warned. 

She felt his prick pressing up against her cunthole, the fat head spreading 
the ringed lips gradually. Byron shivered, saying something about not being 
able to hold back any more. lit 

Then with one single lunge he sank his beating, aching cock-rod into her 
gaping cuntal maw. " Yaghghgghghhhh!" 

It was as if he had slipped more exploding firecrackers into her pussy! 
Debbie thought the world had exploded all around her, tingly sensations 
erupting all around her. She tensed, her pussy muscles tightening around the 
invading prick. 

"Man.. .uhhh.. .she's so fuckin' tight now she's gonna strangle this thing," 
Byron said, his face pale from the milking, tight chewing sensations 
Debbie's cunt was making. 

"Good, man, gonna fuck her ass.. .gonna ream this little bitch out till she 
turns blue," Jack threatened from behind. 

Debbie loved it when they talked that dirty, threatening her with their 
filthy mouths and fucking her with their filthy cocks". Oh, oh, she was 
tight, still so very, very tight, despite the horrors the brothers had put 
her through. 

"Huhhrhhrhrrrr!" 

Byron was halving her again with his knifelike cock, splitting her in two 
while grasping at her screwed nipples. It was as if someone had shoved a 
metal ramrod into her, stiffening her for a moment. His cock felt so long, 
so damned long! For one mad second Debbie wondered if she'd soon be sucking 
on the head of his hard prick as it came up through her belly and into her 
mouth. "Goddamn, baby!" 

Byron was groaning, clamping his mouth against hers for an instant and 
sucking hard, sticking his tongue all the way down her throat. Even with his 
cuntlips peeled back by those horrible screws her cuntal walls still 
squeezed tightly together, clinching like two sheets of elastic convulsing 
and grasping at that thrusting cock-rod. How her hot cunt clutched at that 
prick! 

"Uhhhhhh . . . " 

And then there was Jack behind her. She could feel his rough fingers pulling 
her asscheeks apart and she knew what he was going to do to her when she 
felt his finger working up between her asscheeks, the tip touching her 
asshole. Her sore, beaten ass rubbed up against his belly while Jack pinched 
the sensitive flesh. 

"Fuckin' good ass. Gonna have my cock splittin' it now." 

Debbie groaned into Byron's mouth, grabbing a hold of his shoulders as Jack 
fitted his cockhead up against her ass. The young woman cried out again, 
feeling the pressure building against those gray/pink lips. Jack was 
pressing his knees against the backs of her legs, working his hips up and 
down, holding her around the back while sliding that cock in. 

"Oh. Oh, Ohhhhhh!" 

Debbie pulled away from the spitty kiss, creaming as loudly as she could. It 
hurt! Dear God, how it hurt having his cockhead sliding into her ass! A 
throbbing, sharp ache shot through her ass, making her slip her cunt forward 
onto Byron's prick and hold it there. She grappled with the young stud in 
front of her, her fingernails scratching his chest while Jack kept 
pile-driving his prick up her tight-fitting asshole. 

"Man, she's.. .uhhhhh, I mean real tight down there," he commented, shifting 
his hips once more, trying to push yet another inch into her bowels. 

"Uhhhhhh.. .no!" 

Debbie cried out in protest, her face reddening and wrinkling as the pain 
radiated out to the curve of her ass. She tried pushing back, forcing her 
asshole to contract as if she were taking a shit. But Jack was stronger, 
countering her squeezing with hard, stinging slaps across her asscheeks. In 
the end he won out, cork-screwing his cock-rod into her until nearly two 
inches were buried in her ass. 

"Hurt.. .hurts," the girl gasped, tears rolling down her face. 

Yes, it hurt her. And as Debbie guessed there would be far more pain to come 
before she staggered out of the barn. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

Debbie cried out, her fingers clawing hard across Byron's chest. Jack was 
fondling her asscheeks cruelly, spreading them apart with both hands while 
squeezing more of his cockmeat into her ass. His cock seemed to go on and 
on, taking her breath away as each inch slipped past her wrinkled asshole 
lips. He stopped for a moment, slipping his hands around her shoulders and 
pinching her neck, making her cry out once more. 

"Man, oh man, she's one hell of a tight fit for my cock," Jack groaned. 

"She's good and tight all over, man, good and tight," Byron agreed, shutting 
up the girl's latest moan with another spitty kiss. 

He wriggled his tongue back and forth, sliding it over hers, touching her 
molars while pinching her nipples hard with his thumbs and forefingers. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" 

Debbie felt her brain simmering with pain and pleasure, the two opposites 
merging to somehow produce a mind-tingling sensation. 

"Uhhhhhh . . . " 

Jack eased off a bit, stroking her asscheeks, rubbing one fingertip along 
her puckered asshole, caressing the nearly torn sphincters. At the same time 
his brother Byron was flexing his hairy ass, sending his hard cock jerking 
back into the girl. And as his cock stabbed into her tight, bubbling cunt, 
his tongue licked back into her mouth, muffling more of her cries. Debbie 
jerked her ankles against the ropes once more, wishing she could throw her 
legs around the big stud and hug him more tightly to her body. But by now 
Debbie knew better than to ask for anything from her cousins. 

She bubbled and gurgled with that heady mixture of pain and lust, arousing 
more animal-like feelings in Byron and Jack. Her sounds gurgled into the 
young man's mouth while her hands gripped his shoulders, her long nails 
digging into his flesh. 

"Ahhhh, fuck! She's one hell of a wildcat!" Byron exclaimed. 

"Yeah, man, she's movin' her ass around here like there's no tomorrow." 

"Agghghhhh . . . oh no, no, no!" 

A hot flash rushed through her body, her clit throbbing and pulsing as if 
he'd touched it with a live wire. Byron was rubbing his cock hard now 
against that tiny finger, sucking up more feeling from it as the seconds 
ticked by. 

"Man, she fucks like a mink when she gets good and hot." 

"Ohhhhhh . . . " 

Debbie knew she couldn't hold back much longer. She felt more of that horrid 
prick slapping into her ass, spreading her cheeks farther apart. She gasped, 
held in her breath, then let it out with a loud whoosh. Jack was saying 
something about being almost there. Could he have stuck that much cockmeat 
up her ass? It was so weird feeling that extra bit of heat in her belly. It 
was as if he were taking over everything inside her, his cock stirring up 
her insides and making her gasp for air. 

"Fuck it, fuck me, fuck . . . " 

Debbie couldn't think straight. She tried twisting around and around, adding 
to the wild sensations already burning through her body. There was no way 
she could turn without finding herself trapped by those two pricks. How good 
it was! Her tits were being flattened by Byron's chest while Jack's thighs 
pressed against her soft ass, forcing the cheeks to balloon up against his 
lower belly. And all the while his prick was sinking in between those 
resilient white globes, spreading them apart until Debbie again thought her 
body was going to come unglued. 

"Ughghghhh . . . " 

"Gonna go for it, baby? Gonna make it this time with both of us in you, 
Deb." 

"Yes, oh yes, gonna, gonna cum, gonna . . . " 

The young blonde teen slammed her body back, feeling her ass being impaled 
completely by Jack's cock-rod. Oh yes, yes, he had all of it in her now. She 
could feel his cock hair rubbing against her asscheeks, the balls flattening 
up against her ass. 

"Ohhhhhh, God, God, you're all the way in me, all the way.. .way in me!" 

"Yeah, baby, and we're both gonna steam out cum into your fuckin' body," 
Jack growled. 

"Oh, I can't take this, just can't . . . " 

Debbie felt close to panic as her passion began to peak. Byron was twisting 
his ass around, making her cunt convulse steadily now. She couldn't help her 
climax. It came rushing down at her like an avalanche. Two men were fucking 
her! She had two cocks in her, two pricks throbbing and hot and ready to 
explode! She twisted and jerked and bucked and scratched, going wild. 

"Ohhhhhh, do it, do it, do it!" Debbie cried as she felt the two pricks 
sliding in and out of her. 

She hunched forward, sinking onto one slippery prick shoving into her pussy. 
Then, moving backward, Debbie could feel Jack's prick all the way inside her 
ass. 

"Fuck her, man!" Byron cried, holding onto her shoulders. 

"She's gonna pop, Byron. Yeah, I can feel her ass muscles grabbin' me hard. 
She's gonna go," Jack warned, fucking the girl more wildly. 

"Uhhhhhhh . . . " 

"Hurry, man," Bryon called out to his brother. 

Debbie felt her ass and pussy threatening to tear apart. And then she could 
feel Byron's prick twitching crazily inside her. Thick rich cream was 
bubbling out, spraying into her pussy and soothing the itching ache that was 
driving her up the wall. Debbie's eyes widened, her lips parted and she let 
out a wail of delight as those crazy spasms took over. Debbie's back curled 
and her hips jerked back while her ankles struck Jack's. 

The ropes around her feet added to the spice of her climax as Byron shouted 
something and kicked his toes against her ankles. Acid burned through her 
shit-chute, spreading her bowel lining as Jack grappled for her tits and 
hunched hard into her ass. Globs of his lava-like jizz exploded in her ass 
as Debbie came and came and came. 

Her head spun around even as the jerking of Byron's prick faded away. The 
tremendous climax that had followed her cousins' had shaken her to the core. 
Now she lay there wedged between the two studs, cemented to them by the 
white glue oozing from her pussy and asshole, smiling dreamily as more waves 
of satisfaction lapped through her mind and body. 

"Man, that was one hell of a fuck," Byron finally gasped, kissing her on the 
throat while tugging at the rings still attached to her nipples. 

"Yeah, man. Christ, could fuck this number all damned night." 

Debbie silently agreed, nuzzling her chin just under her cousin's cheek. 

"But we got one more thing for this bitch. Yeah, she's gonna trip out on 
it," Byron said, sighing deeply, then putting his finger on her tits and 
slowly pulling out of her cunt. 

"Noooo.. .ummmmmm . . . " 

Debbie fought him, clinching down her pussy muscles, trying to keep him from 
withdrawing. She needed that cock up her cunt, needed it the way her lungs 
needed air! She struggled against him, hating the sensation of her cuntal 
walls shrinking back together behind the retreating cockhead. Bubbles of air 
escaped from her cunt, adding to the shivering sensation of her cousin's 
prick being pulled . from her pussy. 

"No, no!" 

Again she clamped down, her teeth chattering at the uneasy feeling of a cock 
sliding from her pussy. 

"Come on, Deb. He's gonna be fuckin' you again and so will I," Jack said, 
hunching his semi-rigid prick up her ass once more. The girl groaned, 
arching her back, hunching into Byron once more. 

"Fuck.. .need fuck," she whispered. 

Just the head of his cock remained inside her now, the spongy head tugging 
at her outer labia. The screws rattled against her thighs as Debbie 
valiantly tried to keep his cock-rod buried in her moist cunt meat. Again 
another teasing spasm rippled through her cunt, the walls knotting up with 
tension. Byron was insistent, however, pressing his fingertips against her 
tits again and hunching his hairy ass backward. With one shove the young 
stud withdrew from her pussy completely. The girl moaned as she felt her 
pussylips snap shut on thin air. 

Jack was next, smoothing his fingers over his cousin's back then slowly 
pulling from her ass. Jolts of hot/chilly flashes attacked her asshole, 
sending unspeakable delight rushing up and down her spine. 

"Oh no, please . . . oh please, don't leave me like this, don't . . . " 

Debbie was begging them, actually begging them to keep their cocks in her! 
She hunched from front to back, straw tickling her nose, threatening to make 
her sneeze as Jack kept pulling his cock-rod from her ass. 

"Uhhhhh, man, she still wants it," he groaned, stopping for a second and 
shaking the sweat from his forehead. "She's clampin' down on me, practically 
cuttin' me off. Come on, Deb, ease up." He struck her against the back of 
the head, then started his withdrawal once more. 

"Yeah, man, she was like that with me. Can't believe she was a virgin just a 
few days ago," Byron said, smirking at the wincing blonde teen. 

"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me . . . " 

Yes, it was difficult for even Debbie to imagine herself several days ago. 
She had had no experience with men other than some innocent kissing and 
fondling. But her cousins had changed all that, raping her, showing her the 
delights of pain and degradation. The girl curled her spine once more, 
trying desperately to keep at least one cock in her body. But it was 
hopeless. 

"Uhhhhh . . . " 

Debbie felt Jack's cockhead pause for a moment at the puckered entrance to 
her ass, then tug hard. Again she cramped down on his prick rod, feeling her 
big ass muscles aching from the tension. Jack slapped her several more 
times. When she failed to let go, he reached down and pinched her ass, 
squeezing harder and harder until Debbie was squealing like a frightened, 
pained pig. With another howl she relaxed her ass muscles, feeling her 
cousin's prick rod slip from her asshole with a sexy pop. 

"Man, this bitch is too much," Jack said, rolling onto his back and sliding 
his hands under his head. 

Debbie rolled onto her belly, feeling the stubby straw scratching her moist 
cuntlips deliciously. What a whore she was turning out to be! If she 
couldn't fuck a man, she'd fuck anything, even hay! 

"We turned her on, man, and now we can't turn her off," Byron added, 
watching Debbie's gentle fucking movements, her ass rising and falling 
slowly while she rubbed her pussy against the dirty floor. 

"Let's finish 'er up, then. Maybe we can throw something at the bitch she 
can't take. Might be interestin' to find out anyway," Jack said, shrugging 
at his brother. 

"Yeah, good for science," Byron agreed, his smirk broadening into an evil 
smile. 

Debbie only lay there, hoping that whatever the brothers were cooking up 
would hold another climax for her as large as the former. How sluttish and 
yet how wonderful she felt! 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Byron opened the barn door again, checking to make sure no one had overheard 
the cries and moans of delight escaping from Debbie's lips. The grounds were 
deserted. Closing and locking the door once more, the young man padded back 
to his brother and Debbie. 

"Coast's clear. We can finish 'er up now. And this is the best part," he 
added, rubbing his lips with the back of one hand. 

The best part? More fucking! More ropes? Debbie didn't care. All she wanted 
was that crazed, hot sensation of her cunt convulsing and cumming as a cock 
spat out that lovely white spunk. There couldn't be a feeling more wonderful 
than that! 

"She got any limits?" Jack wondered out loud, helping his brother with a 
large gray machine that had a thick coating of brown dust on its top. 

"Don't know. Ain't never.. .damn it!" he exclaimed, hitting his bare foot 
against a support beam. "Ain't never met someone like her," he continued, 
helping his brother position the thing near Debbie. 

The blonde teen pushed the hair from her eyes, staring at the two naked men, 
their flaccid cocks wagging and wiggling around like elephants' trunks. 
Tearing her eyes from their cocks, Debbie examined the gray thing the two 
boys had pulled in front of one section of the barn. At first she thought it 
was a small cabinet. But then the girl realized that there were dials or 
meters on the side and several black short wires dangled from the back. Two 
switches appeared on the opposite side. 

"In case you're wondering what the hell this is," Byron began, positioning 
the gray box on its stand next to her, "it's dad's emergency generator. Not 
much. Won't power the house or the barn all the way, but he got it for a low 
price." 

"That's dad," Jack said, laughing as he uncurled the rear wires. "Always 
lookin' for a deal." 

"And like a lotta his deals, they wind up here in the barn. But," Byron 
said, a mysterious smile crossing his lips, "we got some use for the thing 
now." 

"What.. .use?" 

Debbie's lips trembled as her eyes darted from one brother to the other and 
back to the machine. A terrible picture was forming in her mind, one that 
made her shiver at the prospects. They were going to electrocute her! Yes, 
they were going to attach those things to her body and send currents of 
electricity rushing through her tits and cunt. That's why they were looking 
at the rings still screwed to her cuntlips and nipples. They were going to 
attach wires to those things and turn on the generator, watching to see just 
how much torment, how much pain she could stand! 

"Oh no, don't. Oh, this is too much," Debbie began. 

Byron back-handed her, his knuckles bruising her chin, the blow sending her 
reeling back into the straw. She struggled to get up. 

"Pick 'er up and tie her back up. Yeah, over there against the column." 

Jack did just that, picking up the moaning girl like a sack and dragging her 
to a tall wooden column that disappeared in the shadows overhead. Bats 
rustled overhead as Jack threw her against the pole then drew out more rope 
and fastened her wrists tightly together. 

"Oh, you're crazy. Crazy!" Debbie moaned. 

Jack said nothing, turning her around and pushing her hard against the pole 
until her spine was flush with the wood. 

Debbie was being tied to that support beam as if they were going to scatter 
straw at her feet and burn her alive. Next came her ankles, also bound to 
the column. Splinters dug at her ass as she struggled to untie the firm 
knots Jack had made. Cum still oozed from her pussy and asshole, trickling 
down her trembling white legs. 

"Good," Byron said, pulling out more attachments, then shoving the generator 
up to Debbie. 

"Open your mouth," Byron barked. 

She did as she was told, seeing him holding a brown rubber wedge. He shoved 
it into her mouth, sliding it over her tongue until it was shoved between 
her white teeth. 

"I don't want to have you bite your fuckin' tongue off. If you did, then we 
wouldn't know just how much you like havin' us fuckin' you all the time. I 
like hearing you moan out about how much you need our cocks." 

"Mmmmmfmfffff!" 

"When we're finished, your pussy's gonna be hotter 'n when we were both 
fuckin' it." 

God, how much more could she take? Perhaps this was it, the limit her 
cousins had been searching for. She watched as Byron pulled the wires fully 
from the generator, looking at the rusty pincers. Then he pulled one wire up 
to her right nipple and attached it to the ring still distending her 
tit-tip. The added weight of the wire made Debbie shiver, her body rubbing 
against the splintery wooden column behind her. What was interesting as well 
was the fact that her lust was being aroused once more. 

Perhaps it was the expectation of more pain, of more pleasure, of the 
unknown sexual experience just around the corner for her. Debbie didn't 
know. All she knew was that a distinct tingle was developing in her cunt, 
and so soon after that hard fucking! It was amazing! She'd never quit. The 
boys were right. Her pussy was a kind of sexual bottomless pit. How she 
loved all that was happening to her and prayed there'd be more. 

Another clamp, this one attached to her left nipple via that awful screw. 
Debbie peered down, seeing her pouting tits wired to the machine. She 
trembled as Byron hummed some western tune, pulling out yet another clamp 
and attaching it to the right ring of her cuntlips. A fourth wire was 
stuffed into her ass, pushed all the way, greased on its journey by Jack's 
still warm cum. 

Debbie felt as if she were some convict about to be electrocuted. Fear, 
coupled with a perverse lust, licked through her cunt like some unholy 
flame. More juices flowed, wetting down the clamps and wetting down the wire 
dangling from her pussy. 

Jack had shoved the wire as deep as he could get it up her ass. The cold, 
curled stiff piece of metal felt so weird up there in her asshole. She was 
taking shallow, puffing breaths to keep from choking as the girl felt him 
pushing the 

Ml wire up more. "Okay, that's it." 

There was something else in her feelings, something that made her screw up 
her eyes in confusion. Impatience. That was it! She was impatient for this 
to get going. That added weight in her ass pulsed like a finger while the 
tugging weight on her nipples and cunt sent more pleasurable feelings 
through her cunt. 

Byron turned toward the willing victim. Her face was flushed, her eyes 
glazed while spittle frothed her forced-open mouth. He reached over and 
threw a switch. The machine hummed immediately, the dials brightening from 
the flow of electricity. He switched on the indicator and a faint pulse dug 
into her tits, cunt and ass. Debbie jerked, her fingers clawing at the 
rotting wood behind her while more splinters knifed into her bare asscheeks. 
The jolt was hardly strong enough to do much more than raise some 
gooseflesh. She tensed, waiting for what was surely more to come. 

"Ughhfhhfhff!" 

How her cunt itched and throbbed so! And then Byron was moving the dial to 
the next setting. As the electricity surged through her body, Debbie jerked 
and bit down hard on the rubber wedge. Yes, now he. was doing it, feeding 
her the current. Her temples throbbed while a ringing filled her head. Her 
nipples swelled against the tight screws while the muscles in her body 
tensed and knotted. Her cuntlips tightened, feeling raw, hurting and 
throbbing. 

"Ughhhhfffff!" 

Byron watched with interest, then let out a coarse laugh as he moved the 
dial one notch higher. 

"Huhrhrhrrrr!" 

Debbie felt an aching sting all over her body. The shocks were like blunted 
glass bits scratching her distended nipples and clit. How her ass throbbed, 
ached and pained as if someone were repeatedly stabbing her in the asshole! 
Her asshole recoiled and a fist of air burst out, nearly dislodging the 
clump of wires shoved up her ass. 

Another notch higher! 

Debbie felt as if a bus had struck her. Her tits and belly and cunt and 
asshole throbbed, feeling as if fiery daggers were tearing at them. Her 
cries and sobs were choked behind that awful wedge. 

And yet another notch higher! 

Debbie writhed, spit and cunt juice gushing out. Her lips were turning 
purple while her jiggling movements nearly knocked the wires from her body. 
The pain was incredible. But in spite of that agony the girl felt a climax 
erupting, countering the power rushing into her 

ISO body. She clawed wildly at the wooden pole behind her, shuddering and 
jerking in her bonds. 

Byron watched, his dick hard, hot, just like Jack's as they watched the 
helpless girl frying up before them. He cranked the power a little higher. 
Debbie's face was a blur, her body writhing as much as it could against the 
pole while her cries turned into a steady wail. How her climax increased, 
remaining steady, the pulsing throbs tearing through her pussy increased by 
the flowing electricity. 

Byron's nuts were full once more. He couldn't keep from touching the girl. 
With a quick hand movement he shut the machine down. 

"Uh, ohhhhhhh!" 

Debbie groaned, sagging in the ropes. Byron pulled the wedge from her mouth 
and she shouted and screamed, shaking her head from side to side, her long 
hair fanning over her tits and belly. Jack moved quickly, untying the ropes 
behind her. She sobbed, tremors erupting in her cheeks. 

Without saying a word, Byron slapped her several times until she came 
around. While his brother took the last piece of rope from around her 
ankles, he pulled her forward roughly, shoving her down to the floor and 
pinning her shoulders to the dirty ground cover. 

"Oh, ohhhh!" 

He was taking her there, fucking her like a wild animal after having put her 
through such hell! 

"Noooo!" 

Debbie threw her shoulders against the floor, feeling him impaling her with 
his cock. The girl retched at the double torture-electricity and 
double-fucking. But oh, oh, how one part of her loved it! Byron held her 
hard, his hands squeezing her tits as his hips drove quickly, forcing his 
cock deeper and deeper. It tore through her bruised cunt, stinging her clit. 
The stinging force of her climax spread through her pussy as Byron's prick 
drilled like a jack-hammer out of control, filling her and spreading her 
wide open. 

He was tearing her cunt apart, enjoying her agony, his joy. Soon Debbie got 
into the act, her lust boiling over, her clit stung by another wave of cum. 
He ground his cock into her, the bruising attack rocketing her into another 
climax. 

"Ohhhhh . . . " 

Dizzy, half-faint from this ordeal, Debbie was forced to endure Jack's rape 
as well, the older brother pummeling her cunt just as hard as Byron. When 
the two were through with her, they unfastened the screws, tossing her a 
dirty towel to clean herself with while they pushed the generator back into 
the shadows to wait for its next victim. 

Awful, terrible, she thought, dabbing the material over her savaged pussy. 
And yet she found herself smiling. Tightening her ass and sawing her pussy 
from side to side for an instant, she wondered what she could be smiling at. 
Fucking was no joke. It was serious business. 

She laughed silently at the thought, her hand dropping to her clit and 
giving the tiny nub a tweak. Yes, it was a serious business. Fucking was 
everything, she thought, feeling her pussy tingle at the touch of her finger 
and the towel. Fucking was the only reason for being. 

"Come on, bitch. Don't hang around here or we'll kick you out," Byron 
snarled, drawing his jeans up over his thighs. 

No, she wouldn't be going back to L.A., not just yet, at any rate. She'd be 
out here in the country. Yes, out here where her mother felt she'd be with 
good, clean folks. Again the girl nearly laughed, watching the two boys 
dress. Yes, she'd like it out here from now on. The good life in the 
country! Oh, if mother only knew! 


THE END
