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BB-111 AUNT SHARON ENSLAVED by Paul Gable

FOREWORD

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The
prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands; the kidnapped
heiress who joins forces with her abductors -- all must act without
past experience to guide them. All must make decisions in a vacuum,
without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The
end result can be either a positive or a negative experience.

In this story, Sharon Farnsworth finds herself in just such a
situation. Held captive by her nephew, she not only meets his sexual
demands but, to her horror, finds herself responding to them. Sharon
is forced to indulge in acts that are not only forbidden by society,
but also by her own moral code.

AUNT SHARON ENSLAVED -- a shocking story of a young woman's reactions
under tremendous mess. Yet who are we to judge her actions?

The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

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

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

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

"Help me! God, somebody... uhhhh!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, no!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not true! It's not true!"

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

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

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

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

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

Diane opened her mouth wide, shouting out more pleas for mercy while
Billy shoved the rag in all the way. The girl lowered her head,
feeling her cheeks redden and burn with shame. The young stud was
tying a line around her jaw, making sure the material would stay in
her mouth no matter what she did.

"Now, we're gonna see, just how you hang in there," Billy said with a
chuckle.

There was more rustling around behind me.

But the girl was too humiliated and tired to look.

"Up. Get up!"

He kicked her in the ass, forcing her onto her feet. Diane looked at
the strange device dangling in front of her. She had seen her uncle
use something like this last year to haul heavy machinery and bales
across the length of the large white barn.

It was something like a harness -- two wide leather straps hanging
down from a single ring, joined at various points by cross leather
straps. There were buckles at various points that made it possible to
adjust the harness to fit a large or small object. Diane looked up and
noticed the rusty condition of the pulleys. The machine probably
hadn't been used since her Uncle Ben's death. But now...

"Move!"

Diane walked with her head down to the device, stopping when Billy
grabbed her elbows and pulled her back. She felt something fitted
across her windpipe, tightening around her neck. Tentatively she
reached up and realized it was a thick leather dog collar. The girl
closed her eyes in utter humiliation! He was enjoying this, every
degrading second of it!

His hands felt her all the time, pawing her like a piece of meat,
pinching her flesh until she squealed like a stuck pig. Something else
touched her back now. He was running something down from the collar,
pulling it taut, the pressure making the leather choke against her
windpipe.

Diane's eyes rounded, her fingers curling and pressing against her
damp palms. In a moment, she felt Billy's hands against her shoulders,
forcing her back down to the floor. She obliged, still keeping her
eyes away from him, still hoping against hope that someone would have
heard her cries earlier and would investigate.

But no one came. He reached down, slowly unhooking her bra and sliding
the halter from her shoulders. Diane wept with shame as the last
vestige of her modesty slipped from her body. He had stripped her
naked and now... and now was pushing her belly-down against the floor.
Her tits pillowed between her body and the straw, the tiny particles
of hay pinching her cunt and nipples not unpleasantly.

Billy moved behind her, bending her legs until her heels were pressing
up against her asscheeks. There was more rope, more of the sensation
of hemp wrapped around her ankles and drawing them tightly together.
Diane tried to straighten her legs once more. But Billy knocked them
back.

He kept her in that position, straddling ha ankles while attaching the
rope leading from ha dog collar to the line binding her ankles, ha
moment the girl was hog tied with the line, her ankles bound to her
neck. Diane breathed through her flared nostrils, feeling them burn as
she sucked in more oxygen to feed her bursting lungs.

She bent her legs back even more to ease the pressure of the dog
collar against her throat. Once Diane tried bringing her hands around
to slip her fingers between the collar and her neck. Billy saw the
move and quickly squelched it, stepping on her fingers once more and
bringing out a shriek from the trembling blonde teen. She bit down
hard on the filthy rag blocking her mouth, vowing she would kill him
once she was free!

"Can't have you fuckin' around while I'm havin' me some fun, right,
cousin? Nearly forgot about them hands of pours," he said with a
laugh, pulling his feet from her fingers.

Diane sobbed hysterically, her body shuddering with her cries. Billy
brought her arms back to the balls of her feet, making her keep her
hands together while he took a length of line from the floor and
wrapped it around her wrists. Using the bite of the line, Billy
secured her hands to her ankles, thus completely immobilizing the
wailing blonde teen.

He stepped back, pushing the heel of his boot up against the back of
her head and pressing down. He watched as the girl writhed helplessly
under the pressure, her flesh growing red under the rubbing of the
ropes as she tried to wriggle free. Diane was screaming through the
spit soaked gag, her ass-cheeks jiggling with every move she made as
she wriggled and writhed against the filthy floor.

Billy laughed again, moving behind the teen and raising his foot. In a
moment Diane could feel the cool, smooth sensation of his leather boot
rubbing against her asshole. She cried out, biting down hard on the
rag. Instinctively the girl jerked her legs back, finding herself
choking from the resulting pressure.

Again Diane screamed, easing the pressure against her windpipe while
surrendering to the rubbing of that boot into her asshole. She cried
more loudly, feeling the leather pressing up into her asshole, rubbing
the slick, sensitive bowel lining raw. When he kicked her, sending her
rolling end over end on the floor, Diane was almost relieved. She
tried to imagine how it would have felt having that boot fucking her,
pressing into her bowels, making her filled with that leather. The
thought, strangely brought a smile to her lips!

"Man, oh man, it's hot seem you like that. But I ain't gonna waste any
more time," Billy said, bringing one hand down and scratching his cock
through his Levi's. "We're gonna get you up there, baby, so you can
get a good view of what's happenin' around here, right?"

Diane muttered through the filthy gag, watching through tear-glazed
eyes as her cousin adjusted the harness. He pulled a few straps,
adjusting the rings until the worn leather took on the shape of a
sturdy crane. He raised ha from the floor, hauling the girl carefully
up, then rolling her forward until Diane slipped down into the leather
harness. At first she nearly pitched forward and roll out. But Billy
was careful, slipping her around until the leather crop-piece at the
bottom fit tightly on either side of her cunt.

It was another shockingly good feeling, the cool smooth rubbing
sensation of the black leather against her pussy-lips. Diane bit down
into the soft handkerchief, feeling her heart start to race and beat
against her ribcage. That itchy, concentrated feeling in the pit of
her cunt was growing more and more heated now that she hung there with
the leather rubbing against her pussy...

Billy didn't notice her reaction at first, however, adjusting the
straps around her, fitting the leather up against her nipples, then
sliding the remainder of the halter around her ass-cheeks to keep her
firmly in place. Diane closed her eyes, drinking in the sensation of
the leather moving over her tits, over her cunt, working into her
asshole. Those horrible thoughts she had tried to drive from her mind
were sneaking back in again, making her body react in a strange,
delicious, and naughty way.

Billy pulled her legs down purposely, choking the collar once more
against her windpipe. She stared down at her cousin in shock and
horror, bouncing on the straps and feeling the two bottom ones slide
an inch into her cunt. She groaned, her jaws tightening while a pulse
leaped through her throat. Tiny beads of cold sweat dotted her
forehead as the girl's mind reeled. She wondered what more her cousin
had planned for her.

"Now, you're all dressed up for me. Yeah, baby, all for me!"

He couldn't rape her like this. What was he talking about? Diane
watched him like a hawk trembling in the ropes as Billy studied her,
savage grin growing broader with every passing moment. He sighed, then
turned away, shuffling through the straw toward the door. Was he going
to leave her like this all night? Was he mad? Didn't he know someone
-- one of the hands, her mother, Aunt Helen -- would come in and find
her like this?

But no. He was turning to where the tits, bridles and riding crops
were. Studying them for a moment, Billy chose a black leather crop,
testing it by whipping the thongs against the barn wall, then back to
her. Immediately, Diane knew what he was going to do with it. She
cried out again through the gag, writhing in her bonds, then stopping
as she found herself choking herself with those moves.

Helpless! She was completely helpless, unable to defend herself
against her crazy cousin. He snapped the crop against the side of his
pants, watching her jump at the cracking sound. Then with a broad
motion, he swung the crop up, the leather thongs crackling against one
another. Diane's eyes followed them on their inevitable course,
hissing through the air until they sliced hotly into her belly flesh.

The teen shrieked through her gag, snapping her head back and feeling
the hot, stinging blow radiate through her body.

Billy savored her first scream, drawing the leather around her neck,
tightening one of the thongs around her throat, then bringing the
handle down to her tits. Diane loathed him more than ever, wishing she
could scratch that ugly, hateful face. She sucked in another lungful
of air, feeling the straps seem to tighten around her cunt and nipples
as she tensed for the next blow.

CHAPTER TWO

Diane squealed again, the hot, biting pain stinging its way from her
nipples to her cunt and shitter. Billy had brought the leather thongs
clown hard across her tit tips, the whip crushing the sensitive nubs
and sending more pain and heat crushing into her brain. Her feet
jerked back, tugging at the rope running down her spine and pulling
the dog collar against her throat.

Diane screamed, feeling her lungs burst for lack of air. No. No. She
had to be careful. She had to control herself, her movements or she
would strangle herself! Looking down, she saw silly smiling grimly at
her. He seemed about to say something, then stopped, setting his jaws
firmly together. He looked as if he were readying himself for work,
getting ready for the big attack.

Diane felt her muscles tensing, bulging against her sweaty flesh. Her
right nipple felt as if it were half-torn from her tit while the
muscles of her belly quivered. Billy stepped back, lightly tapping the
crop against his leg again. Then he sprang into action, snapping the
thongs back, then slashing across her lower belly.

Diane's face grew red and pinched as she trembled under the cutting
blow. She looked down, half-expecting to see blood oozing from the
wound. Another blow, this time across her face, brought the teen back
to reality. She screamed through the gag. Another blow aimed at her
belly once more made her snap back in the harness.

Moving around quickly, Billy jerked his arm back, then struck the
leather just under her left kneecap with the middle of the crop. The
shattering pain made her scream. Diane tried drawing her legs back a
little farther and felt that move increase the smooth, warm pressure
of the leather straps against her cunt. She shuddered, wobbling back
and forth in the harness, feeling the leather now worming its way into
her asshole.

How strange it was, suffering under his blows while feeling that
delicious rubbing touch against her body. She couldn't think about it
for long, for her cousin was behind her now, making the arch of her
left foot his target. Diane wailed, feeling the leather almost
crushing the tiny bones in her ankle. She snapped her head from side
to side, beating her face against the leather straps while her long
blonde hair whipped across her flushed face.

There was another crushing blow, this one aimed at her ass-cheeks. She
felt the cold leather snapping against her ass-cheeks and jerked
forward, still careful to keep her legs well bent back to prevent
choking herself.

The blows against her ass were warming her up in a strangely pleasant
way. She felt a subtle throbbing in her shitter that ran up to her
clit. Her cunt warmed even more, caressed by the smooth rubbing of the
black leather harness. Another blow, this one yanking her asshole out
of shape, sent stinging hot pleasure crushing up her spine and into
her brain. Diane compressed the gag with her tongue, shrilling more
loudly past the filthy handkerchief.

Billy beat her ass savagely, his eyes round with excitement, sweat
streaking his flushed face as the leather raised large meaty welts on
her reddening flesh.

Diane felt the rape slicing into her wrists, cutting her skin savagely
and somehow adding to the forbidden pleasure raking across her clit.
Behind her, she could hear her cousin's whistling breath that joined
with the hissing of the crop through the air.

Ohhh, how her ass burned! The girl thought she could feel her skin
splitting as her ass heated, reddening to scarlet. The blazing agony
of her plump ass shot down to her cunt again and again. To her shame
Diane could feel her cuntlips rubbing slickly over the leather and
knew the juices were flowing. She felt the crop slash across her upper
arms, then snap down over her bound wrists and ankles. There was soon
no place on her body that hadn't tasted the cruel bite of Billy's
riding crop.

Billy concentrated more and more on her ass until the teen thought she
had no flesh left. With complete despair, the girl felt at her muscles
give way, her ass-cheeks opening. Again Billy brought the crop down,
slashing a stroke down and tearing the end of the crop through her
asscrack. It was as if someone had jammed a hot poker into her
asshole!

Again the fire burned through her shitter, setting all sorts of
sensations off in the teen's body. The girl screamed over the gag, her
body alive with fiery feelings. A flood of cunt-juice rushed from her
pussy, wetting down the straps. Billy noticed the slickness of the
leather and threw back his bead and laughed, bringing the crop down
even harder.

Moving around to the front, he whipped the leather across the harness
straps, the knotted tips of the thong biting at times against her
musky rag. Diane screamed, snapping her head from side to side,
feeling the sparks run into her young cunt again and again. All she
could think of was the killing pain and how it made ha thrash and jerk
against the leather restraining her.

Diane felt him pushing the handle of the ribbed riding crop into her
pussy now. He was fucking her with it just as he had fucked her with
his fingers. This time, however, she was wet down there -- hot and
wet, the membranes swollen with blood.

"Nice, eh baby? Nice to have somethin' growin' in you, right?"

Diane tried to deny what was burning through her body. She wanted that
thing in her pussy. She needed something down there to ease the
terrible heat and pressure that was singeing her clit. Billy could see
the rutting heat in her eyes.

He threw the crop to the floor, opening the top of his jeans, then
getting up on the overturned orange crate. Diane hung her head down,
her long blonde hair shading her face. She felt him fussing with the
leather straps over her shoulders. Then with one move the girl tumbled
from her harness, falling heavily against her cousin.

"Whew! Nearly fell on that one," he said, struggling down with her,
then throwing Diane to the floor.

She landed with a dull thud, the blow knocking the wind from her. He
had her on her back now. It was a painful, awkward position, her
calves cramping until she screamed once again. But Billy had other
plans. He unzipped his Levi's, shoving them down.

Diane stopped her moaning and struggling for a moment, her eyes
rounding as she took in the length of that enormous donkey-sized cock!
She had seen pictures of naked men, of course, and her girlfriends at
school told her tales of men with long thick cocks choking women half
to death with their fucking.

But this... this thing was at least nine inches and easily two inches
around. The head was purple, something oozing from the long slot in
front. She could see her whipping had excited Billy terribly. His
balls were high and tight in their sac, pressed against his porn while
his black wiry cock-bush bristled. He was on her in a moment, pinning
her shoulders to the dirt while knocking her knees apart. She could
feel the drag of his cock-head against her pussy while Billy bent his
head down, opened his mouth and bit her tit.

Diane thought he was going to rip it apart. Her nipples throbbed from
the attack as it was crushed between his teeth. She bounced her ass
against the floor. His cock-head was nudging her, rubbing against her
clit, making that tiny organ seep sexual electricity to her aroused,
reddened cunt.

"Man, oh, man, fuckin' you is gonna be great, baby, real great!"

Diane strained back, feeling his body squirming over hers. The ropes
hurt her terribly, drawing her legs back, making her spine ache while
Billy mounted her. He purposely manipulated her so she would feel the
maximum amount of pain while he fucked her.

The young stud reached into her cunt, sticking in a skinny forefinger
and wriggling it up her tight wet cunt-channel until he jabbed his
nail against her cherry. Diane screamed, her body shaking as if
someone had touched her with a live wire. Her thighs ridged while the
cords stuck out from her neck. He was going to tear her cherry!

He was going to rip through that taut little membrane with his finger!
Diane screamed through her gag, whipping her head from side to side,
her long blonde hair splashing over her throat. Sweat streaked her
tits and thighs as that finger pressed harder against her cherry.

Diane felt a pain she had never, ever felt in her young innocent life!
Her eyes bugged from her head while her nostrils flared. It was a
sharp, terribly concentrated agony in the pit of her body! Billy
studied her, watched, her as a hawk watched a doomed mouse as he
pushed in harder, then finally ripped through!

Diane arched her body even though the ropes cut deeply into her flesh.
She nearly fainted, the pain from her torn cherry throbbing up to her
brain.

"Yeah, man, that's the way. You're fuckin' game for any dude in town
now," Billy said, licking at her ears. "Now you're gonna fuck, and
fuck good!"

In a moment, he was back on top of her, rubbing fresh life into her
cunt. Diane could feel the heavy, thick juices flowing from her cunt
in spite of her pain and humiliation. In a moment, to her shock and
dismay she felt her pussy hot enough to wink wide, then snap shut on
thin air. Every move of her sphincter coaxed more fluid from her
pussy.

Billy rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the top of her cunt-
mound. She felt the small muscles knotting up in tension while her
clit seeped more electricity. Oh yes, his cock-head was pressing right
over her clit. Diane sighed in spite of herself, rocking her hips,
feeling the greasy slide of his cock into her cunt. He was going in!
My God, he was fucking her, just as he said he would. He grabbed at
her hair, pulling it to one side while he sucked and bit at her neck.
Brutalizing her, Billy was shoving his nine thick inches of cock-meat
into her cunt, and making her like it!

"Unghhhffff!"

"That's it, baby, beg for it! Beg for it!" be growled.

How she loathed him! How she hated what he was doing to her. But still
she couldn't deny what her body was doing. All the pain, all the fear
had triggered something in her. She needed the warmth of another
human, even if it was someone like Billy. Her cousin bit at her lips,
slapping her with his open hand, then sliding his mouth down until he
was chewing on her nipples. She screamed through the handkerchief gag
again and again until her throat was raw and pulsing. Still she felt
that cock sliding down into her, giving the teen the steamy, belly-
filling tension she instinctively knew she needed.

Billy grunted again, sliding his hands up and cupping her tits. He
milked them, rubbing the stiff nipples against one another like while
jerking his prick into her fuck-hole. Diane felt herself melting,
opening her mouth instinctively as if that would make her cunt stretch
more widely for his raping prick. The rising heat down there between
her splayed thighs made her move against her bonds, relishing the
cutting, slicing sensation of the ropes against her wrists and ankles.
There was no longer fear and pain. No. Oh God, all that remained was
the delight of being fucked while roped and gagged in this hideous
way.

Billy fucked down another inch, making the girl forget for a moment
just where they were and what her cousin had done to her. She swiveled
as best she could, pressing her belly against his.

Billy jerked his hips, stirring his prick inside her like a trowel
while pinching her tits even more. Diane breathed with long, raspy
breaths, feeling as if her mind were reeling out of control. Diane
could hear herself sobbing through the gag, wanting more humiliation,
wanting more of what her cousin was feeding her. The roar of her pulse
deafened the teen as she ground against Billy harder, feeling the long
bar of cock-meat reaching deeper and deeper inside her.

Billy slid his fingers back down around her boyish hips, moving them
until they were cupping her ass-cheeks. He milked them, bruising the
flesh. He bumped his cock again and again against her womb now, his
fuck-thrusts shaking her body. She was dripping sweat now, the salty
stinging sweat that made the chafe marks on her wrists and ankles
sting even more.

"Oh!"

Billy had his fingers down around her asscrack now, digging two of
them into her asshole. She felt the stiff, intrusion. How her shitter
throbbed itchily against those wriggling fingers, snapping shut on
them while they screwed up into her tight plump ass! He was fucking
her in two holes, driving his cock into one while sliding his fingers
into the other. How that ass fucking sent sharp stinging sensations
racing up to her clit, making that thumb-like organ throb even harder
than before.

Diane dug her fingernails into her sweaty palms as she felt him
dragging his chest against her nipples. She pushed down with her
burning asshole. Her ass-cheeks flexed, softened, then flexed again,
contracting against her cousin's brutal caresses. There was no way in
heaven she could disguise how she was reacting to this rape.

She loved it, loved the way all her nerves in her ass-cheeks came
alive to his touch.

The insides of her thighs alternately chilled and burned while her
cunt-juice seeped out. It squished from her cunt-hole, dripping onto
his swinging balls.

"Man, oh man," Billy sighed, shaking the sweat off his face.

Diane felt the perspiration splash onto her, mixing with her own sweat
as she rolled and thrashed as best she could under him.

He had another finger into her shitter now, three of them fucking in
and out in time with his cock plowing through her hole. Diane's eyes
rolled. She was going to cum! She could feel those electrical sparks
growing more and more intense, more concentrated, more urgent.

She thrashed against her bonds, thinking she could tear them with her
bare hands in a moment while Billy plowed his prick through her more
savagely than before. He was grunting like an animal, biting her neck
until Diane thought he would tear her flesh open. Her entire belly
seemed to bulge with cock-meat, swelling up with excitement as she
grunted, feeling his ramming cock bang her cunt again and again.

"Fuck, bitch!"

Billy shouted at her, then held on. She felt it, the cum spattering
against her cunt-walls, squishing down into her body. The hard, heavy
jolt of his climax blasted against her cunt-walls. Diane wept and
struggled. Her eyes shut, the girl almost chewed the gagging
handkerchief into rags, her muscles bulging and straining against her
sweaty flesh. The massive spurts from his cock seemed to last forever.
Diane thought she could feel her cunt-walls grip down on his prick for
every hot wad of jizz that shot from his cock-head!

Her mother had never told her about this, about how climaxes affected
a woman! Diane felt herself become all cunt -- all hot and wet and
clenching in every cell of her body. She milked at the jerking hunk of
meat, bouncing up against him, then landing down on her roped, bound
body. She lost all control, feeling nothing but his cock-meat
squirming in her pussy. It was some time before the teen calmed,
regaining her breath and loosening her grip on her cousin's cock.

"Christ! Haven't had a fuck like that for a damned long time," Billy
said, shaking his head and slowly pulling his softening prick-meat
from her cunt.

Diane grabbed at it greedily with her cunt muscles. But Billy wasn't
to be disobeyed. He gripped her shoulders and pulled out, smearing his
cock-juice over her thighs, then getting back onto his feet. Pulling
up his Levi's, Billy nudged his cousin with his boot, drawing a long,
low moan from her. He started untying the ropes. "Now you listen,
bitch. You're not gonna tell nobody about this! This is gonna be our
little secret. You play it right and nobody's gonna get hurt. Might
have a little fun too, like now," he said with a sneer, loosening the
rope around her wrists. "But you say somethin' to anybody and you and
your old lady could get hurt."

The threat was enough. No. She would be quiet. She would say nothing.

CHAPTER THREE.

"No, and that's final!"

"But, Mother..."

"Diane, I told you. We're not going back to the city until I'm sure
your aunt is doing well. She hasn't been... well, herself since your
uncle's death. She's my sister, and I'm not going to leave her. You'd
understand if you had a sister, believe me."

Diane shuffled her feet, pouting, fighting back the tears burning in
her eyes. How could she tell her mother the real reason why she wanted
to go into town and catch the first bus back home.

How could she tell her mother her own cousin had raped her... raped
her and then had beaten her and made her enjoy what he'd done to her?
Even now as she sat there on the long couch, her pert little ass
sinking into the overstuffed cushions, Diane felt her flesh puckering
up into goosepimples. Diane smoothed her fingers over her pleated
white tennis skin, feeling her nipples starting to swell and itch
invitingly against her bra. This kind of reaction had to stop. How
could she be feeling that tingly sensation between her legs when her
cousin had beaten her so savagely? How could she be thinking these
thoughts about Billy, thoughts that made her cunt sweat and swell
against her crotch, when he had roped her like an animal, then raped
her? It was all she could do to disguise the chafe marks on her
wrists, hiding the beating marks from her mother and aunt.

"And besides, Diane, I think being out here is good for you -- good
for both of us."

Diane had the creepy feeling that her mother was going to suggest they
live here. She squirmed her hot little ass against the sagging sofa
cushions.

"Now, I don't want to hear any more about this," Sharon Farnsworth
said, trying to put a note of severity in her voice. "And, one more
thing," she added as Diane got up sullenly and started for her room.
"Sit down, dear."

Diane thumped back down.

"I wish you'd dress in something more... conservative," Sharon said,
nodding at the short-short tennis skin. "This isn't L.A. There are men
around here, including your cousin Billy, who might think you were
another kind of girl."

Diane flushed to the roots of her hair. It was as if her mother had
directly accused her of fucking her cousin. Her fingers grew icy and
trembled.

"Everybody dresses like this, Mother. It's the style."

"It leaves you... exposed. Something more conservative."

"Well, then maybe I could go around with no panties at all. That
should excite everyone around here," Diane said, getting up quickly
and rushing from the room.

"Diane... please..."

Sharon stood there in the living room, clenching and unclenching her
fists. Oh, she had done everything wrong! Biting her lip, she wondered
where it was she was going wrong with the girl. They had been so close
once, especially when her husband passed away. And now a wail was
there, blocking her from her own daughter. She could have screamed,
smoothing her fingers over her dress. Still, Sharon regained her calm,
sighing and turning.

Perhaps it was because of the strange feelings she had been having
lately when her nephew was around that had put her on edge. She was a
mature woman, a woman who knew in her mind that love-making was just
out of the question for her. She had a daughter to raise still, and
neighbors and family to contend with. But suddenly when she arrived
here and saw Billy, she saw an image of her late husband flash before
her. Again and again she tried to put his image from her mind. But
Sharon found her eyes wandering to him, drinking in his muscular form.

She closed her eyes until the tickling, burning itch that had been
there all through the interview with her daughter had faded some. When
she moved her hip slightly, the velvety surfaces rubbed together and
more hot juice seeped out. No! This had to stop! Perhaps Diane was
right. Perhaps they should leave and go back to L.A. There would be
fewer complications, less temptations for her.

"Aunt Sharon. You wanna come down to the barn? I've got some things
you might be interested in."

Billy had exploded into her thoughts suddenly like a bomb. Sharon
nearly jumped from her skin, barely hiding her arousal from the young
stud. He was wearing a thin white cotton shirt opened to his navel.
Sharon could see the sheen of sweat on his chest and shoulders through
the material.

"Well, your mother is coining back from town soon and..."

"Come on," he insisted, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her
toward the front door. "Nobody's gonna complain. I think you'd really
like this, a kind of surprise and all that."

There was something in his voice that sounded strained, Sharon
thought. But he was so handsome, so like her husband had been when she
first met him. Past and present fused, confusing the attractive thirty-
six-year-old. She followed Billy, looking nervously over her shoulder,
to make sure Diane didn't seem them. HOW foolish, she thought, rushing
down the porch steps and shaking several strands of hair from her
face. She was doing nothing wrong.

Billy talked little, picking up his pace. They passed the first barn,
the one used more frequently. Right now her handsome, muscular nephew
was going to show her something in that strange, deserted building her
sister had mentioned was rarely if ever used.

"See? I've fixed it... well, me and some of the boys around here,"
Billy said, stopping at the top of a small hillock and pointing to the
freshly painted building.

Shielding her eyes from the setting sun, Sharon did notice fresh paint
on the barn. Some of the chinks in the walls had been repaired as
well. How odd! And yet none of the fields surrounding the building
were cultivated. What on earth could Billy be using this for? Helen
had said nothing about this.

"Come on."

He helped her down the steep incline, his fingers feeling terribly
warm, almost scalding hot against her wrists. Sharon thought about
going back. Thoughts of her and Billy doing something rather carnal in
the barn flashed through her mind frequently as they approached the
building. There was a padlock on the front doors, a lock that had been
opened earlier.

Sharon looked at her nephew, then walked in, smelling the sharp,
pungent odor of gasoline and fresh paint. It was rather dark in there.
At first, she could barely make out anything except Billy behind her.
Then, as her eyes opened to the dim light, Sharon realized something
was terribly amiss.

There were strange, frightening-looking instruments on the wall --
whips, riding crops, straps. There were pulleys screwed into the
overhead crossbeams.

The door slammed shut behind Sharon, making her wheel around and look
at her nephew with large, frightened eyes. Billy was smirking at her,
standing there, his hands on his hips.

"I know you've been wantin' to fuck me. I've seen it, Aunt Sharon.
I've seen you lookin' at my crotch, probably wonderin' how hung I am,"
he said with a laugh.

Sharon went white with humiliation. She shook her head from side to
side, opening her mouth to speak. But her embarrassment was so great
nothing came out.

"That's okay. You don't have to talk. I know what you want, you're
gonna git it... in spades."

"No, you're wrong!"

He was laughing at her, pointing and laughing at her as if she were
some kind of freak! Flushing red, Sharon angrily strode toward the
door, her fingers clenched into fists. She expected him to step aside,
to let her by. But instead, Billy grabbed her by the wrist, wheeling
her around and striking her hard across the cheek. Sharon screamed,
stunned by the violent blow. Reeling back, she rubbed one hand over
her injured flesh, staring wildly at her nephew. Billy was still
smiling. But the smile had turned into an evil grin. She could tell he
had enjoyed hitting her, and would enjoy doing more of the same.

"Billy, don't. You don't know what you're doing," Sharon stammered,
her eyes darting about the building, searching for someway out. She
was losing control quickly. "I'm your aunt! If you've got a problem,
we can talk about it like family."

Billy came at her like a whirlwind, his fingers gripping her shoulders
and pushing her back. Sharon stumbled, her legs becoming entangled.
She fell with a scream, her hands breaking her fall. Sharon felt Billy
tearing at her dress, ripping the bodice, then tearing the sleeves
from her shoulders.

In another moment she found herself stripped to the waist, her sandals
having slipped from her feet in the process. Screaming, beating at him
with her fists, Sharon kicked her feet back and forth, hammering her
heels into his shoulders.

Billy liked her wildness, ducking from her blows while pulling the
remains of her torn dress from her writhing body. Sharon squealed,
finding herself in her bra and panties. She reddened even more,
embarrassed horribly at the knowledge that she was being stripped by
her own nephew.

Regaining some strength, the woman scrambled to her feet, crouching
down and rushing toward the barn door once more. Billy grabbed her
again, wheeling her around, then twisting her arm back against her
spine until her elbow felt as if it was going to crack apart. Sharon
screamed, the hot shot of pain racing up her arm and blasting into her
brain.

Her knees buckled and she sank to the floor, tears welling up holly in
her eyes. What was he going to do to her? She was his own aunt. And
now... now he was stripping her, indicating he was going to... to fuck
her! Her fantasies were coming true, Sharon realized, but not quite in
the manner she thought they would.

Billy eased the pressure on her elbow, turning her around like a
puppet dangling from a string. With one move, he stripped the bra from
her body. Sharon screamed again, throwing her arms around her naked,
pendulous tits while backing away from her nephew.

How could she run out of there, almost naked? What would her sister
say if she saw her? It would break Helen's heart -- if she were to
believe her! Sharon shivered, closing one leg over the other. She had
to reason with him in spite of what was happening now.

"Billy, please, for the family's sake, don't do this to me," she said,
a tear running down one cheek.

"It's just 'cause of the family I'm doing it." Sharon felt a draft
chill her, rustling through her cunt-hair, raising gooseflesh
underneath. He would hurt her. She could tell that from the way he had
stripped her. She had to get away. Billy walked up to her, knocking
her hands from her tits, sliding his warm fingers up and down her
thighs. It was happening now. She had to break away! She just had to.

"No!"

Wrenching free, Sharon lunged for the door yet again. Billy laughed at
her, grabbing the woman by her hair and pulling to slow her down. He
held her tight, pulling her blonde hair until her head was drawn back
as far as it would go. She screamed wildly, throwing her arms back,
clawing at her nephew with her nails like an wildcat.

But Billy wasn't to be put off, bring her down, then reaching around
and tearing open the front of her panties. She felt the shredded
briefs sliding down her thighs, around her ankles. She was naked,
stark naked in front of her own nephew! The thought horrified her)
more than the possibility of what he was going to do with her next.

"No, don't!"

He reached around, sticking two fingers into her cunt. Startled by the
rude finger-fuck, Sharon screamed, her knees shaking against one
another. Her belly and thigh muscles clenched, cramping while she felt
those invading fingers plow deeper into her. Throwing back ha head,
the woman felt something else take over in her body.

Oh God, God, she was feeling that hunger that had stirred in her
earlier. In spite of the horror, she found herself grinding her thighs
against his hand and spearing fingers. Billy laughed, lowering his
head and biting down hard on the nape of her neck. Sharon threw her
head back like a wild mare in rut, her knees failing her completely.
It was only because Billy was behind her that she didn't collapse to
the floor. Again he jerked his fingers down into her cunt-hole,
twisting them around while rubbing his knuckles against her clit.
Sharon became so excited she spurted piss onto his hand.

"Damn!"

He cursed, jerking his fingers out and shoving them against her lips.
Sharon gagged, turning her head away while trying to lunge from her
nephew. When she refused again, he squeezed her ass, shoving a knee
into her back. Sharon groaned, opening her mouth. Billy shoved his
piss-soiled fingers into her mouth, making her lick them. Sharon
choked on the taste, feeling her belly turn over and over while the
sour bile rose in her throat. The taste and smell made her retch.
Billy laughed, obviously pleased things had turned out that way.

"Goddamned toilet; that's what you are, and that's what you're gonna
be."

Grabbing her hair, Billy pulled her forward. Sharon followed,
stumbling haltingly, her hands still beating against his fingers. She
half-ran behind him, her head down, her hair tearing painfully from
her scalp. Her tits jigged and dangled, slapping together while her
nephew pulled her toward the center of the barn.

He had switched on a yellow overhead light that barely illuminated the
space around them. Pushing her down to the floor, Billy stepped
forward, pressing one heel on her wrist and pinning her to the floor.
Rolling her head to one side, Sharon saw a long pole resting on the
barn floor. Reaching down, Billy rolled the pole under Sharon's head,
then ordered her to stretch out her hands. She did as she was told,
trembling with fear as she felt her wrists resting against the rough
ends of the rod. Billy kept an eye on her, backing to one stall wall
where several lengths of hemp hung from wooden pegs.

Taking two lengths, he returned, slipping the first around her left
wrist and cinching Sharon's hand to the pole with a double knot. He
moved to another hand, securing it to the rod similarly. Moving her
head about, Sharon felt a cold and metallic rubbing against her neck.
It was, she discovered, an iron eyehook driven into the wood.

"Now, you ain't gonna be so anxious to run around and get away,
right?"

"Billy..."

Tern blinded her. Blinking them away, she saw the pulleys overhead.
Billy was busy threading a longer length of rope through the double
met, bringing down the bite end until it was brushing against her non.
Sharon moaned, turning her head away as he slipped the free cad into
the metal hook of the rod, securing it firmly. He said nothing
further, pulling on the other end and slowly drawing Sharon and the
pole up from the floor.

"Uh!"

She scrambled to her feet, soon finding herself standing on tip-toe.
Still Billy pulled the rope near the wall, raising the pole until
Sharon found herself swinging over the floor. Her tits flattened, her
arm muscles tensed and stretched weight of her dangling body. Sharon
let her head fall back as Billy secured the rope on a metal rod driven
into the barn wall, making her legs kicking slowly back and forth. He
had her like a trapped animal now, hanging there like a piece of meat
in a butcher shop. What was he going to do?

He came up slowly, his boots shuffling through the hay. Billy stood
there, examining his naked, hanging aunt. A tremor twitched in his
cheeks as he swallowed hard, his eyes narrowing with lust. Sharon
could see a definite outline against the front of his faded Levi's. He
was growing hard just looking at her hanging there helplessly, her
wrists roped to the ends of the pole.

Reaching down into his pants pocket, he pulled out a small silver
lighter, flipping open the top and flicking the tiny flint wheel.
Sparks flew out several times before the wick finally caught fire. The
orange flame shivered in the draft, bending forward toward her.

"No, don't... don't burn me, Billy," she whispered.

Billy walked up to her, stopping within two feet and raising the
lighter to her cunt. Sharon could feel the heat curling into her
pussy, pricking at her clit while her blonde pussy-hairs tinged black
under the flame's attack. Throwing back her head, the woman let out a
shrill, her cries bouncing off the barn walls as her torture began.

CHAPTER FOUR

"No, no, don't... don't burn me, Billy! Oh God, don't..."

Sharon's voice trailed off into a whimper, her teeth biting into her
upper lip until she could taste blood. Her nephew was laughing at her,
moving that fire up her belly, burning the fine blonde hairs furring
her skin. She felt the hot kiss of the cigarette lighter flame over
the under swells of her tits.

Screaming, Sharon kicked forward, snapping her head back while she
felt the cruel ropes cutting into her flesh even more. He was out of
his mind, crazy to be doing something like this to her. And now he had
the fire back over her cunt, the orange fire brushing back and forth
over her pussy-hairs. The stench of burning cunt-fur filled her
nostrils and made Sharon scream again. What could he be wanting from
her? What more did he need to see?

She shrieked and kicked again, her muscles bulging, her voice
shrilling while her tits danced and slapped together. Billy moved the
fire up to the top of her cunt-mound, letting the flame burn away her
pussy-hair, then tickle over her clit. Sharon shrieked louder than
before, kicking her feet at him, growling at her nephew as if she were
an animal.

The pain shot up from her cunt and into her brain. Twisting and
turning on the ropes, the woman felt her flesh crawling with revulsion
and a strange kind of excitement that had begun in the pit of her
belly and now radiated throughout her body. Billy brushed the flame up
and down her ridged inner thighs. He was humming a tune, not paying
any attention to her pleas for mercy. He was quite happy torturing her
in this way, degrading her while listening to her screams.

"No, no, I'll do anything. Please, anything... I'll fuck you!
Anything, but -- eaghhhh!" Billy had the flame back up to her nipples.

He burned one of them, letting the fire singe the pink tit tip to a
dark red. Sharon thought she would pass out from the pain! How
helpless she felt, unable even to slap her hands protectively around
her body while this maniac injured her! The fire moved down to her
belly button once more, burning her skin red there. She set her jaw
firmly, whimpering, staring down at the moving flame.

"Don't wanna use you all up at once," Billy said, flipping the lid and
extinguishing the flame.

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief, feeling her muscles relax and her
body sag. She closed her eyes, letting out yet another breath and
considering herself lucky he hadn't really ruined any part of her.
Gradually Sharon came to her senses and dared to open her eyes.

That savaging had nearly killed her. What horrible things did he line
planned for her? Why wouldn't he let her go? What was he doing
rummaging around in the darkness there? Not seeing him made the woman
nervous, rivulets of perspiration rolling down her tits and sides.
Sharon squeezed her cunt muscles together, feeling an itchy kind of
orgasm ripple through her swollen pussy-meat. How odd she should feel
something like that when she had been victimized this way!

Billy came back, a small black box with wires trailing from behind it
in both hands. He set it down on a nearby stool, untangling the wires.
Small silver damps or pincers were attached to the cads. She studied
the clamps with growing apprehension. Billy had returned, picking up
two of the clamps and holding one in each hand. He reached up, opening
the pincers and rubbing them against her sore nipples. Sharon knew
immediately what was going to happen and wailed, kicking back at the
young boy. Billy turned, laughing at her vain attempts to bit him.
Opening the clamps wider, he pushed them onto her tit tips.

Sharon screamed and shrieked, choking on her own cries as the biting
pain of those metal pincers tore through her nipples. It was as if
someone were trying to tear her nipples away! The woman snapped her
head from side to side, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks while
her blonde hair swept over her face. Sharon was afraid to look down,
terrified she would see blood streaming from her bitten, distended
nipples. But Billy didn't give her a chance to think twice about her
nipples. He was rubbing another clamp over her burned cunt, opening
the pincer and letting it bite down just below her clit!

She let out a short scream, her body stiffening. No. No. She had to
stay in control. Concentrating, Sharon knew she had to keep what wits
she had about her. Fighting down the tearing agony in her curt and
tits, she blinked her eyes clear, watching as her nephew took the
final clamp and walk slowly behind her.

She could feel his thumbs spreading her plump ass-cheeks, could feel
his fingers caressing the inner swells of her ass-cheeks until one of
them poked offendingly against her asshole. Sharon opened her mouth
wide, her eyes rounding as she felt the cold steel clamp being fed
into her shitter. She felt it shaking up into her bowels, the steel
quickly warming until it felt like a long skinny finger wriggling its
way deep into her body.

Billy had finished. She hung there, wired to the black box sitting on
the nearby stool.

"It's a transformer, Aunt Sharon. It's a little more sophisticated
than the slut you get in a train set." He picked up the black box and
sat on the stool. He grinned up at her, folding his legs one under the
other while placing the transformer on his lap. "I worked on it so you
won't get any fuckin' surges or that shit. Thought about doin'
somethin' like this to a lota' of girls. But man, you're the first.
Big time, huh?"

Electricity? He was going to electrocute her! Sharon shook her head
violently from side to side, her eyes begging him not to touch her
with that current. She felt the weight of the heavy black wires
pulling on her nipples, distending her tits now. The clamp biting into
her moist pink cunt-flesh seemed to nibble closer and closer to her
stiffening clit. The wire in her ass seemed alive, a snake working its
way along her bowels into her belly!

Un muscles stiffened again, her cheeks trembling while her eyes
focused hard on that little black box. Sharon noticed every move Billy
made, every motion his fingers played over the tiny dial at the top of
the transformer. Any moment he could twist it and said a surg of
amperage into her flesh! She pound her teeth, readying herself for the
assault.

"I guess we'll start off real slow. That's the best way," Billy said,
tightening his grip on the dial and turning it up one notch.

Sharon stiffened. And when the first tingly pulse erupted from the
pincers, she let out a tiny gasp, her fingers curling against the
restraining pole while her legs shivered. The sensation wasn't
unpleasant. She closed her eyes, her head falling back, her long hair
sweeping over her jutting shoulderblades. Images of her daughter
flashed through her mind as the faint pulse dug at her tits and cunt.

The wire in her ass became more and more alive, making her shitter
open and shut. Sharon bit her lower lips, hoping against hope she
wouldn't disgrace herself by shitting on the floor. Her belly
tightened while a hot, itchy tingle grew like a blossoming flower in
her cunt. She didn't want Billy to see what was happening to her. She
would be calm, presenting a facade of indifference while he tried to
torture her. That would infuriate him and perhaps frustrate him.

Another notch! She felt the increase, the pulse turning into something
with a far sharper edge. Her body jiggled against the ropes holding
her above the floor. Sharon could feel the clamps more severely now.
The teeth seemed to come alive on her nipples, cutting into the sore,
burned flesh, biting into her tits. And the electricity surging
through her cunt made it ache so from the tension of desire.

Lust? Could she feel something like that while enduring this kind of
honor? Sharon knew she could. She could feel her own hot juice
bubbling from her jagged cunt-crack, oozing down her thighs. The clamp
was sending more and more voltage into her darkening cunt-flesh,
opening the woman's cunt as if she were getting ready to receive a
lover's prick.

Sharon groaned, her head lolling. The wire in her ass seemed to be
sparking, sending showers of electricity into her belly. Her asshole
burned, spasming in time with her clit. She was amazed that the
electricity was doing this to her, turning her into a rutting slut
right in front of her nephew! She couldn't deny the thrilling spasms
starting up in her cunt, making her clit shiver. Sharon found herself
shamelessly grinding her thighs together, rubbing one leg against the
other as she tried to pinch off another orgasm.

"Like it, Aunt Sharon? Man, you got juice commin' outta you! You gotta
be real hot if you've got that shit squirtin' out that much!"

Billy remarked, his fingers twisting the dial another notch.

Sharon bounced like a puppet, her body jerking from side to side, then
bobbing up and down. The pulley assembly overhead groaned from the
woman's maniacal movements. She felt her flesh blushing from the added
current. Her tits swayed and slapped violently against one another,
the banging nearly dislodging the pincers that continued to bite into
her nipples. Spit frothed from the corners of her lips, drooling down
her chin while her cunt itched maddeningly.

Sharon thought her belly was going to explode, the current making it
swell so. She was certain her asshole was burning, on fire, melting
from the voltage searing her bowels. Weak and dizzy, she tried once
more to call out for mercy. But Sharon found her vocal chords
paralyzed by the increased electricity. All she could do was make
guttural grunting sounds, sounds made more unintelligible by the spit
frothing from her mouth.

Agony soared through her body now. Billy had turned the transformer on
nearly all the way, sending surge after surge of flesh-melting voltage
into her body. Sharon bobbed up and down, her legs kicking from side
to side. She went mad for a moment, yowling and shrieking while her
body thrashed against its bonds.

Every organ in her body seemed to be exploding or melting under the
onslaught while her cunt was cumming with a ferocity that took
Sharon's breath away. She hung there, suspended between agony and
delight.

More electricity! She kit her heart thudding violently against her
chest, expecting it to burst from the increased voltage. Sharon
shrieked, writhing while her lips turned purple. Surely this was going
to kill her. Surely she would die like this, dangling from the
ceiling, her body ripped to pieces by the burning voltage. She laughed
and shrieked, her head whipping from side to side. Spit stood on her
lips, poised, about to spit while the cunt-juice speckled and dried on
her ridging thighs.

The agony inside her was awful. She could feel her cunt erupting into
climax again and again. She was helpless to control the jerking in her
pussy and the ripping in her clit. Her climax showered her thighs
while the smell of burning flesh was an overpowering aroma.

Billy played with the transformer, turning down the voltage and
watching his aunt's body sag toward the floor, then switching it back
up to full power and seeing her dance and jiggle against the ropes.

"No more!"

Suddenly the pain was gone. Sharon kept screaming, her body dancing
obscenely on the wire while Billy ripped the pincers from her tits,
her cunt, her asshole. She felt the ropes, the pulleys groan as he
lowered her back to the floor. Still she couldn't keep herself from
thrashing like a mad woman. She sobbed and screamed. Her tits still
spumed while her cunt came again and again.

Without saying another word, Billy threw the transformer back into the
darkness, slapping his aunt several times until she came around. Her
arms were still stretched above her head, the wrists bound to the
pole. At least, Sharon sighed to herself, her ass was on the ground.
For the first time in nearly an hour she felt relief in her throbbing
shoulders.

"Around we go."

Billy grabbed her thighs, twisting her around until she lay belly-down
on the barn floor. Her cunt still itched and throbbed, the tiny pieces
of hay pricking her clit back into life again and again. Her thighs
rippled while Sharon bit down once more into her lip, trying to
control her reaction. It was painful now hanging this way, her arms
jerked back behind her while her tits hung down from her chest. What
was Billy doing?

"No!"

She heard him pushing his pants down over his legs, then felt him
crouching behind her. In a moment she could feel something very hot
and very stiff brushing up against her ass-crack. He was going to fuck
her in the ass! Sharon could feel him holding her hipbones while his
knees were knocking hers apart. It was too awful for words! Gulping in
another lungful of air, she protested as violently as she could,
shaking her thighs from side to side, trying to draw her knees
protectively together, clenching her ass-cheeks together. But Billy
wouldn't be put off.

"Noooo!"

Sharon screamed, feeling the hot, hard cockhead pressing against her
shitter. The tiny muscles protested, aching painfully while Billy
huffed behind her. His fingers scraped over her flesh, his nails
digging into her skin while his cock-head pressed harder, more firmly
against her shitter.

Sharon felt the tight ring of her asshole being driven up into her
guts. She felt the tearing, stretching agony increase more and more,
her humiliation growing when she felt Billy's fingers grip her
convulsing quit. He knew, he could tell just how hot she was while his
cock was threatening to plow into her ass!

The pressure let clown on her asshole for an instant. Sharon let down
her guard for a moment, relaxing while she strained outward as if she
were taking a shit. Billy slapped her ass several times, bringing down
now both hands and spreading her cheeks like two halves of hot bread.
She felt his thumbs stretching her asshole, tearing open the wrinkled
gray/pink flesh while his cock-head lay back just a few inches, ready
to ram down.

"You're gonna take it, you damned bitch! You're nothin' but shit, and
you're gonna feel my cock plowin' down into your shit," Billy growled,
creaming her bowels with his jagged thumbnail and drawing yet another
shrill shriek from the offended woman.

Billy moved his hands back. She felt his fingers reaching up to her
bruised tits. She squirmed, moving her ass back against the haired
belly rubbing against her. Then once more the head was up against her
shitter, this time making progress. Sharon let out another cry, her
body stiffening as if Billy had seat n)on electricity shooting through
her flesh.

He was shoving his cock in now, inch by excruciating inch, the wide-
flared head burrowing deep into her ass! It was splitting her wide
open, tearing her in half as if she were a piece of tissue. Sharon let
out more yelping cries, her body jerking and twisting under hers while
her shoulders ached from the awkward roped position he had bound her
in. The woman screamed for him to at least untie her from the overhead
pole.

But Billy liked his aunt bound that way. He pinched her sore nipples,
twisting the aching nubs round until her brain was nearly numb with
the agony. Sharon finally felt her small sphincters easing as half of
her nephew's cock eased into her ass. Her legs and arms spumed as
Billy pushed in the remaining few inches, rubbing his crotch against
her ass while his balls dragged over her cunt.

Sharon bit her lip. She couldn't even sob now, not with the insistent
movements of that bar of cock-meat in her ass. She pushed her ass
toward him, looking for some relief from the obscene sucking in her
shit-chute. Billy stopped for a moment, then pulled out. Sharon shook
her head from side to side, not believing how her body was reacting.
She squeaked, her cunt going into itchy tremors of need.

Billy massaged her tits, then pulled his fingers down until he was
rubbing the tips against her cunt-lips. He knew how hot she was, how
much juice oozed from her cunt. The woman was groaning now, feeling
the hot sliding of his cock as it chugged deeper in her guts sending
hot, shivery thrills through her body.

"Uhhhh!"

"That's it! That's it! Move that ass around so I can really feel you
steamin' my cock!"

There weren't any more thoughts of her daughter, or of the fact that
it was her own nephew fucking her in the ass. All that mattered now
for Sharon was the hot, sliding feeling in her ass, a feeling
spreading to her clit.

CHAPTER FIVE

He was fucking her in the ass faster now, his hips driving down, each
forward fuck-thrust making her white ass-cheeks jiggle against one
another. Sharon was a mindless whore once more, grunting and growling
while her cunt-lips folded over one another. She couldn't stop the
rush of wild sensations burning through her body, blanching her mind
until all she could think of was that cock plunging through her bowels
while her cunt sparked again and again in climax.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Sharon thought her belly would explode from indulging in so much cock-
meat in her ass! She felt shocks of a strange kind of need rush
through her as her nephew fucked deep into her ass. Then he pulled
back out again, keeping his cock from her body for a moment while she
squirmed and thrashed like a bitch dog in rut.

Oh! Back in again! Her insides were trying to follow his cock all the
way down. Sharon thought the lewd suction in her ass would drive her
insane, especially when Billy began increasing the tempo of his ass-
ripping cock. She squeezed her shitter tight around him, trying to
drag out more sensuous tingles. She didn't care how much he hurt her
now. She just wanted that cock to drive into her again and again until
that spinning golden ball of heat exploded in her ass.

Billy was strong, working his hips back and forth, thrusting back in,
pulling out, gradually speeding up his strokes. The hot friction in
her dry ass was like burning gasoline! And as the ramming length and
speed of Billy's fuckstrokes grew, she could feel her cunt-lips
milking more juice from her pussy. He was grabbing at her, pinching
her, working his fingers greedily over her pussy while the jabbing
piston of his prick burned into her. Sharon couldn't think any more.
Heat burned into her clit while the feeling built more and more,
becoming as important as the cock in her skitter. She grunted with the
effort of keeping up with his strokes, sweat burning into her eyes.

The stretched, tearing ring seemed to draw all the sensation from her
body. Sharon panted, her mind going blank. She knew she was being
fucked, fucked hard and fast in the ass. But the way her cunt acted
she could have been on her back taking Billy up her pussy all the way.

The rigid bar of cock-meat in her ass seemed to slow for a moment.
Then she felt him shuddering on top of her, his fingers grabbing
greedily over her greasy cunt-meat. He was going to cum! She could
feel by the way his chest was sliding up and down against her back,
the way his fingers were pinching her clit that he was going to cum in
her ass! She pumped her body, feeling the bowel lining all but tearing
away from her asshole. She wanted it all to happen at once, the
piercing, reaming, circling fuckthrusts of his cock drilling deep into
her whole.

Billy growled behind her, pulling his cock almost out. Only the head
of his prick stayed in her asshole. Sharon felt the flaring end of his
cock-head tugging at her bowels and cried out, hunching her ass back
and forth in fluttering strokes.

He growled again, slamming his cock deep into her slitter. Bending
forward, Billy bit hard into the nape of her neck, nearly drawing
blood while his cock exploded in her bowels. Sharon thought the wire
was back in her shitter, burning through her bowels. She could feel
the burning blasts of jizz spatter into her body, filling her up like
a hot enema. The jolts of heat in her cunt magnified the spasming
sensations in her ass. Every fading motion of Billy's cock increased
the wrenching torture in her thighs until she felt him pulling out.

"No!" Sharon protested. She needed to have that cock staying in her
ass until the whole incredible process of her cum was finished. The
sliding cock paused for a second, then slipped out farther. Sharon
wept. The move disrupted the rhythm of her orgasm. She fought to keep
his cock up her asshole. She had to have it, had to have that cock up
there while she came hard.

"Man! You're one fuckin' buckin' mare!" Billy held on as best he
could, keeping on her while watching his aunt rut like a wild woman.
Sharon ground her teeth together, feeling her cunt clench again and
again on nothing while sparks burned through her clit. A bubble of air
escaped from her cunt while her nephew's jizz oozed from her shitter.
God in heaven, it had been wonderful!

Sharon closed her eyes, feeling the warm glow of climax wash over her
flesh. It had been good. In spite of everything that had happened to
her -- or perhaps because of it -- this had been the most overpowering
climax she had ever experienced. Sharon sighed happily, not even
caring now that the upper part of her body was bent back in an awkward
position.

Billy had pulled out, smearing his cummy cock-head over her ass, then
rising shakily from the barn floor. He hitched up his Levi's,
strolling to the wall and releasing the ratchet holding his aunt
prisoner to the bar. Sharon thudded to the floor, writhing against the
hay stubble. Yes, she had enjoyed herself. But now she had to deal
with the fact that her lover -- if she could call Billy that -- was
also a sadist and her own nephew!

"Now, you ain't gonna say nothin' about me to my mom, are you?"

Sharon shook her head, feeling the ropes finally slide from her chafed
wrists. She lay there unblinking, staring up at the young man who had
put her through the delicious, forbidden mill. How could she tell her
sister anything of what had happened? It would kill Helen and destroy
the family. No, she would have to be very careful.

"Good. I didn't think you would. Now, you'd better get up, Aunt
Sharon," Billy said, irony thick and heavy in his voice.

"Oh, why have you done this to me?" Sharon wailed, pushing the blonde
hair from her eyes. Her arms and shoulders hurt her so, while her ass
still throbbed achingly from the wild fucking she'd received.

"You're hot. I thought you were," Billy explained, kicking up her
dress and then throwing it into her face.

Sharon grabbed the garment, sniffing as she tried to put it on. It
hung around her shoulders in rags. Her bra and panties likewise had
been torn to pieces during the rape. Still she knew she had to get out
of this horrid place or he would have second thoughts and rope her to
the wail again. Stumbling to her feet, Sharon gathered the shreds of
her dress about her, her tits falling free and naked over the torn
bodice. Billy watched, then turned and picked up and old horse blanket
that had been lying in the dirt.

"Here. This'll keep you covered, Aunt Sharon. I've gotta clean this
place up."

She took the foul-smelling blanket and threw around her shoulders,
gathering what remained of her dress in her hands and walked quickly
to the door. Every muscle in her body ached. She could still feel
those dreadful clamps as they showered her cunt and tits and asshole
with voltage. And then... and then how her ass had hungered for his
cock!

"Oh God!"

Sharon fell to her knees, covering her face with both hands and
sobbing freely. She rocked back and forth, her ass flattening against
her heels as she relived the last few hours with her nephew again and
again. She could still feel the steely bite of the pincers, the
sensation of the electricity burning through her body, the feel of
Billy's cock as it plowed through her ass while his fingers worked her
slippery cunt-lips against one another!

She groaned, rolling onto her back, raising her legs, bending her
knees as she thought of her nephew and the way he had treated her.
Thrilling spasms of lust rocked her body. She was rolling around like
a whore, feeling a little wild and insane. Sharon giggled and sobbed,
ashamed of herself, and yet unable to do a thing about it.

Just as she forgot everything once more, a pounding rage of release
reached its peak. Sharon yelped, jerking her body as if Billy were
beating her across the belly with a strap. She pushed her hands down,
her fingers reaching in to plow through the mushy, throbbing heat of
her cunt.

"Noooo! Oh it's so good... it's going to kill meeeeeeee!"

Sharon kicked and scratched, biting her lip while the fire that burned
through her cunt exploded throughout her body, making the woman buck
and thrash against the furniture around her. Sharon cried and groaned,
not caring if anyone in the hall could hear her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she found herself on the floor. She
was breathing regularly now, her chest rising and falling rhythmically
while her fingers played faintly over her swollen cunt. Slowly Sharon
pulled herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed for a moment and
regaining her sense of balance. There were no other sounds in the
house. Where was Helen? Where was her daughter? She would find out
later. Right now she had to shower, had to get cold water rushing over
her head to clear out her mind.

Cracking open the door, Sharon peered down the hall. No. No one was
around. Padding naked down the corridor to the bath, she shut and
locked the door behind her. If there were no one in the house, Billy
might come into the bathroom and attack her there in the shower stall.

Turning on the water, she concentrated the spray over her cunt, her
tits, her throat. She was thirty-six -- still very good looking and
attractive to men. Why was she doing this to herself, letting her
nephew, of all people, rope her and fuck her? She should tell her
sister, or tell the police. But the thought of the resulting scandal
sickened her. No. Perhaps Diane was right. They should leave this
place and go back to L.A. Billy couldn't touch her there.

With a sigh, Sharon worked the warm soap over her cunt, feeling the
suds bubble into her pussy. She found herself smiling. Billy had done
all those things to her, and still she was smiling! How odd, Sharon
thought, ducking her head under the water and trying to wash away all
her emotions as she finished her shower.

The next few days were relatively quiet, mother and daughter saying
little to one another while Aunt Helen did all the babbling. There had
been some problems in the lower pastures, and Billy had stayed there
during the last three days. Diane shuffled uneasily, trying to occupy
her time watching television. But it was so boring. There was nothing
for them to do here except breathe.

Worse, Diane was feeling anxious about Billy. She wasn't sure whether
she was afraid he'd return and do the same thing to her he'd done
before. Or that he would simply ignore her and leave her alone. The
anxiety was driving her crazy, and there was nothing around to take
her mind off it.

On the fourth day Diane was sitting on the couch watching the news.
Her mother and aunt had gone together to examine the raspberries in
the patch to the rear of the house. Diane was fighting off another
attack of mind-numbing boredom when she heard the front door squeak
open.

"Any berries worth while out there?" she asked, not turning her head.

"Don't know. Don't pick 'em."

Diane nearly jumped from her skin. It was Billy! She turned around and
found herself eye to eye with her cousin. He was filthy, his Levi's
caked with dirt while his skin was creased with long black lines of
grime. His boots were caked with mud.

"Mom's out back with your old lady," Billy said, nodding in the
direction of the kitchen. "That's good. Man, I'm so fuckin' horny I
could have you suck my cock right here."

He drew his fingers on either side of his fly. Diane flinched back,
drawing her legs up on the sofa while pressing her spine against the
soft backing.

"Don't talk to me like that... not here, not while your mother..."

"They're in the back, too involved to be listenin' to you and me."

Diane eyed his crotch warily, feeling a fire start up between her
trembling legs. It was getting so warm, so wet, so itchy there as she
studied the increasing bulge against the front of his Levi's.

He had her by the arm, pulling her from the couch. Diane looked at him
with wide, frightened eyes, staring back. Diane didn't cry out for her
aunt or mother as she slipped her feet back into her sandals,
straightened her shorts and followed Billy out the front door. He was
still holding her wrist, but his fingers weren't particularly tight
around her flesh. She could have jerked away, turned and bolted back
to the house screaming for help. He wouldn't have dared to follow her,
not with her mother and aunt nearby.

Diane followed immediately, her legs rubbing against the tall grass.
They walked into the nearest field, Diane wondering where on earth
Billy was going. She rushed to catch up, not wanting to be dragged
through the dirt. They mounted a small bill, stopping for a moment.
Diane shook the hair from her eyes, spotting an old barn with its new
finish.

"But, Aunt Helen said there's nothing down there," Diane protested.

"That's the surprise," Billy said, pulling her down after him.

She fell once, her knees scraping over the ground painfully. Cursing,
Billy dragged her to her feet. Diane struggled to keep up, her sandals
slipping from side to side. She fell again, this time on the gravel
just in front of the door. Billy pulled her the final few feet, rocks
of gravel skinning her knees and calves. He dropped her to the ground,
pulling open the door, then dragging her into the large building.

Her knees were bleeding. Diane sniffed, rubbing her fingertips
gingerly over the injured flesh while looting around at the dark
interior. She shivered, wondering why she had so meekly come along,
almost letting Billy take her here. Billy slammed the door behind her,
turning a bolt and locking the two of them inside. "Come on."

She rose shakily, leaning heavily against Billy as he pulled her along
the barn floor. She could see things hanging on the barn wall, things
that made her skin pucker up into gooseflesh. But the darkness
gratefully hid their true shape from her. They stopped just under the
pulley assembly that had held her mother so firmly days ago. When she
felt his fingers fiddling with her waistband, Diane started to pull
back. She received a sharp blow across the chin, the force knocking
her back against the wall.

Turning her head, she saw a long black leather bullwhip curled
ominously over two pegs driven into the board. Remembering the kiss of
Billy's riding crop against her flesh, Diane calmed quickly. He could
do to her what he wished. If she fought back, he would surely beat her
and whip ha. The thought of enduring more pain, more of the biting
whip made the teen shiver in revulsion. Keeping her hands to her
sides, Diane signaled her cousin that she was ready.

"Good!"

Billy beckoned her to move forward, stopping her at arm's length when
she approached.

[continued in part 2]

    

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