Chapter 9
It was hard not to say anything. Fortunately Uncle Fred was still in town when she and Bobby ambled back to the house. She had to dismount, feeling as if she could hardly move. Her shoulders ached, her legs threatened to buckle under at any moment. Somehow she managed to lead the horse into the barn, ignoring the derisive stares of the few ranch hands who had returned with them. Annie considered herself lucky none of them tried to mount her, corner her, back her into the barn and fuck her as hard as Bobby and Jack had. But her cousin had told them to lay off. Doubtlessly he and the foreman had other plans for her and didn't want the girl "used" unduly.
Annie climbed to her upstairs room, throwing herself over the bed and crying herself to sleep. It was a troubled sleep, one filled with dreams of her cousin and the foreman. How they loved fucking her, drilling her, fucking their cocks in and out. Several times she awoke, finding herself sprawled over the bed. How her body ached.
She rose when she heard her uncle's truck rattle in, then limped to the bathroom and stripped off her dirty clothes. Ugly blotches appeared on her ass-cheeks and backs of her thighs, signs of the belting she'd received. Gingerly she touched them, blinking back tears of pain as her flesh quivered in response. Oh, damn him, damn them all for doing this to her! She steadied herself against the sink, resting her forehead against the cool glass, wondering how she could get out of this situation without arousing the suspicion of either her mother or uncle.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned.
Slowly, carefully she filled the tub, easing her bruised body into the tepid water and closing her eyes. How good, how soothing it felt to relax like this. Thoughts of her cousin and friends drifted in and out of her confused mind. She would think about it in the morning. Thoughts were always more cohesive in the morning.
Toweling herself off, the girl called down to her uncle that she was too tired to eat. They were down there, both of them, her cousin joking with his father, acting the part of the dutiful son while all the while he was a crazed sex maniac, loving to hurt things, destroy things.
Annie jammed her knuckles in her mouth and rushed down the upstairs hall back to her room, closing and locking the door behind her. She didn't ever want to see her cousin Bobby again. She would stay up in her room, pretending to be sick-the flu or something. When she was better she would phone her mother and beg to come back home. Surely by then she could have an excuse, something Uncle Fred and her mother would swallow, something that wouldn't throw suspicion on her and her cousin.
With these and other related thoughts, the girl sank into a deep sleep, her mind still tortured by images of fucking.
The next few days were difficult ones for Annie. Several times her uncle came upstairs, insisting on calling the doctor. If she was sick enough to stay in bed, she was sick enough for a doctor. It was all she could do to keep her uncle from calling for medical help. The doctor would see she was faking. And what was worse he'd see all those bruises that were finally healing. There would be questions that would inevitably lead to her and Bobby's exposure. She couldn't risk that. So Annie pretended to be getting better, thinking of ways she could ease herself out of this present situation without making her uncle question her more.
On the fourth day, the young woman decided it was time to slip out of the bedroom. Any longer in bed and she would be considered a basket case. That morning she had bustled around the kitchen, setting the table for three although Uncle Fred later announced that Bobby had risen early to deal with some grain dealers in Riverside.
"Yes, sir, that boy's gonna be a fine rancher some day, you know, honey?" Uncle Fred said, sipping his coffee while Annie cleared away the dishes. She closed her eyes, biting down hard on her lower lip. "He knows about everything I can teach him."
And a few more things, Annie thought to herself, scraping the leavings into the sink and turning on the disposal. If only she felt she could confide in her uncle. But the girl sensed he wouldn't believe her. He was so proud of Bobby, so glad that his son had shown a flair for ranching that he would consider her accusations nothing but hysterical ranting.
"And I'm real glad you got outta that bed now, honey. Ain't right for a healthy girl like you to be sick that long. Besides, tonight we got something good goin', somethin' you city gals probably heard about. A real barn dance, kinda a mid-summer celebration of sorts," Uncle Fred said, pushing back his cup and smiling up at her.
Annie stopped her cleaning and eyed her uncle with surprise. A barn dance? For a moment her face brightened. She remembered seeing movies about them-brightly colored dresses swirling around, handsome cowboys dancing around in circles while the catchy rhythm of western music filled the air. Then she thought of Bobby and Jack and the others. They would all be there probably, clapping their hands and dancing and sneering down at her, remembering the way she'd clawed the ground while two men fucked her in the dirt. She wasn't going to expose herself to that kind of ridicule.
"Something wrong, honey?" Uncle Fred asked, noticing the expression on her face.
"Uh, no, no, just gotta think of what to wear," Annie said, brushing away the dark thoughts. No sense in telling him she wasn't going to go now. There would be arguments, pleading. She would wait until he was out of the house and call her mother, arrange for a pick up this evening. Then it would be too late for Uncle Fred to protest. Then she could sort out her thoughts, her injured pride.
"Good. I know Bobby'd be happy to take you and introduce you to his friends," he said, pushing back from the table and wiping his mouth.
Annie cringed at that remark. Her cousin had already done just that, stretching her out naked in the fields and fucking her half to death with his foreman while the others hooted in approval. Annie had to turn away from her uncle, holding back the hot tears welling up in her eyes. She steadied herself against the sink, thinking of anything but Bobby so she wouldn't break down and have to tell him about the horror she'd endured.
"Now you take care of yourself, honey. We don't want you gettin' sick before the dance," he said, hugging her playfully from behind, then stomping out the kitchen to the back yard.
"Oh, God, God, how did I ever get mixed up in this?" Annie whispered, holding her hands to her face and rocking back and forth.
She felt pangs of guilt and shame rush through her as she stood by the sink, staring at the farm scene outside the window. It seemed so settled, so peaceful. When she first came here, Annie thought it was so innocent, so simple.
"My God!" she whispered through her fanned fingers, feeling every inch of her body alive. What was worse was that she had enjoyed nearly every moment of her torment. Even the beating had somehow intensified the sensations rushing through her pussy. She thought of that leather belt often, thought of how it looked hanging in the air above her head, then coming down at her, snapping loudly, crashing toward her as if in slow motion. She remembered the sneer on Bobby's face, the look of animal triumph on Jack's as the belt chewed into her flesh, making her scream and roll around on the ground. She'd begged them to stop, pounded the dirt with her fists and kicked savagely at them. But, all the time, her pussy was on fire, her clit twitching while they kicked and beat her.
None of her girlfriends had ever told her about this sort of thing. Nothing at all had prepared the confused teen for the feelings she was now experiencing. And with all this in her mind, her uncle expected her to go to a dance with her cousin? Never! Never would she expose herself to the kind of shame she'd experienced several days ago in front of those ranch hands.
Making sure her uncle was occupied outside, Annie rushed to the kitchen phone and dialed home. Nothing. Her mother might be shopping, any one of a number of things. She was trying to keep busy, trying to keep her husband's, Annie's father's death off her mind. She would try later. There was still time to pack, time to get away from this horror.
But again and again there was no answer. As the afternoon passed, Annie began to worry. Her uncle had come in around four and told her she'd better start getting ready. She couldn't feign sickness again, and it was getting difficult to sneak back into the kitchen and phone Los Angeles. Finally she saw Bobby rattle into the back yard in the old pickup. Her heart stopped as she watched the handsome young stud leap out of the truck and wash his hands quickly near the pump. Annie couldn't deny it. In spite of what he'd put her through the last few days, she still felt attracted to him! She still felt her cunt tighten, her pussylips actually move against one another as she stared at him standing by the flowing water.
Was she turning into some kind of nympho? Guiltily the young blonde turned around and peered over her shoulder, making sure her uncle wasn't noticing the way she was staring out the window. The old man had no suspicions, no idea of what kind of man his son was. Again she bit her lower lip, feeling panic overwhelm her as Bobby started for the house. He caught sight of her white face peering through the window and stopped for a moment, smiling craftily. Running his fingers through his hair, he started up again. Annie backed away from the sink and started to turn where the kitchen door squeaked open and Bobby entered.
"Pass the day all right?" he asked, brushing her by with that same ironic smile.
"Y...yes, okay," Annie stammered, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks all over again. She'd promised herself she'd be cool or try to be. But how could she be cool when her heart was beating so fast? How could she pretend he didn't bother her when her tits were itching like crazy, when her pussy walls were buckling with heat, when every inch of her flesh was sensitive to any touch? Annie swallowed hard, curling her fingers and digging her nails into her thighs. She wasn't going to let him get to her again. She would think of some way to stay at home-read a magazine, anything rather than expose herself to her cousin and his friends all over again.
"Feelin' better then, huh?"
He turned and smiled at her, his eyes narrowing. For a second she thought he was going to laugh sarcastically. Then the sound of her uncle shuffling into the kitchen changed them all. Annie managed to regain control of herself while Bobby acted as usual.
"Sure gonna look pretty for that dance tonight," Uncle Fred said, clucking his tongue against his cheek and shaking his head. "Your cousin's been lookin' forward to takin' you ever since I told him you'd go this morning."
Annie nearly fell through the floor.
"Oh, I don't know if I want to go. I mean," she said, noticing her uncle's face darkening, "I don't know much about square dancing and all that and...and I'm afraid I'd just be boring."
"Oh, you wouldn't be boring, cousin Annie," Bobby said, his lips curling into that awful smile once more. Annie blushed furiously, casting her eyes down and feeling herself defeated.
"You don't want me tellin' your mom that you been havin' a bad time out here, do you?
She was so countin' on you gettin' to know folks out here. And the best way's meetin' 'em at a dance, right?"
Annie nodded, unable to speak for a moment. She'd been cornered, cornered like a rat. Her uncle was sending her off to the sacrificial block and he didn't even realize it. She wished she could tell him, tell him what was going on in his own house, on his farm. But instead she kept quiet, turning and climbing the stairs like a condemned woman.
"And you dress real pretty, now, you hear?" Uncle Fred called after her.
Annie wanted to scream. Instead she showered, picked a frilly blue dress with white trim and slipped it on, turning from side to side and examining herself in the mirror. For a moment she felt a rush of hope. Her mind brightened. Perhaps there would be nothing but innocent fun tonight.
Perhaps her cousin...then the thought of Bobby and what he enjoyed doing crept into her mind. She remembered his cock, his balls, the look in his eyes when he fucked her, beat her, watched someone else fucking her. There was no way he'd leave her alone tonight. Annie knew she would end up flat on her back, legs in the air, Bobby's cock fucking her.
The rest of the evening passed quickly. Bobby took her to the dance in his car, not saying much, keeping both hands on the wheel as they snaked their way through the darkened roads to the town community center some twenty miles to the south of the farm. Every time the car slowed, the girl expected to feel his hands on her thighs, expected him to pull over and feel him stripping her.
But not once did he make reference to what had happened during the week. Once or twice he talked about the farm, but that was it. Soon they were at the dance where no one was around who had witnessed her shameful double rape of several days ago.
As time passed, Annie felt herself enjoying herself. One or two of the boys had even offered to teach her to square dance. Forgetting about her cousin, Annie tried to join in, laughing for the first time in days as she skipped along the edge of the dance floor with her newly found friends.
It was a little past eleven when Bobby sidled up to her and suggested they leave. He had to get up early to tend to some fence mending and was tired. Annie actually felt sorry she had to leave the dance she had formerly dreaded. Slipping a sweater over her narrow shoulders, she bid good-bye to the smiling dancers and walked out in front of her cousin.
Again Bobby said little, holding the car door open for her, then closing it gently behind her. Annie settled down in the passenger's seat, feeling the smile still on her lips. The catchy music filtered through the night air, reaching her in the darkened car and making her tap her toes against the floor boards. This was nice, really nice. This was what her mother had hoped she'd be doing all the time. Maybe it was all over. Maybe her cousin was tired of tormenting her. She could never look on him as just a family member. But perhaps now he'd leave her alone and he could have some pleasant memories of her summer vacation.
They traveled back along the same road, Bobby being less talkative then he was coming out. Once or twice Annie tried talking to him but received only affirmative or negative grunts.
They were about halfway home when he slowed down the car. At first Annie thought there was something on the road. Leaning forward, she squinted through the windshield, examining the uneven pavement for an animal or a log. Then the girl realized they were turning onto a small dirt path that wound to the east of the house. Immediately she felt her flesh break out into cold sweat while her heart beat like a triphammer. This wasn't going to be a peaceful, pleasant night. It was going to be like all the others with her cousin. Immediately Annie let out a cry, jerking one hand to the door and starting to pull open the handle.
"Leap outta here and I'll catch you. Believe me, I'll catch you, and when I do..."
The threat was real. Annie moved her hand away from the handle, letting her hand fall to her lap and sitting quietly in the seat. She bounced with the car, wondering where they were going. The girl knew it was useless to plead with her cousin. He was silent, tight lipped, already determined to fuck her. He was going to fuck her.
They bounced along the narrow winding road for fifteen minutes, finally stopping at hat looked like an old farmhouse. The main building was woefully in disrepair, the walls caving, partially collapsed while the roof had sagged down. Several out buildings were leaning in various directions while the remains of a wood fence marked the immediate boundaries of the place.
"Think of it as a kinda after-dance gift," Bobby said, stopping the engine and pulling out the key. "Get out."
Opening the door, Annie saw there were others there. She leaned against the front fender, recognizing Jack's shape as he approached the car. One or two others walked behind him, their boots making wet crunching sounds in the damp grass. Annie felt herself growing faint. She clutched the sweater protectively to her body, her eyes widening, watching the men as they came toward her.
"The little princess enjoy her dance?" Jack asked, stepping up to her and trailing one finger along the collar of her dress. Annie trembled, shrinking back from him. Jack noticed her movement and smiled with approval.
"Yeah, the real belle of the ball. Now it's time for us to ball the belle," Bobby said, coming around the car and edging up to
Annie.
"No, no, leave me alone. You had...yo had me enough. Just leave me...ughhhh!"
Bobby grabbed both her hands, pinning them hard behind her back. Spinning her halfway around, he jerked up one knee and shoved it hard against her spine. The result was a sharp pain knocking the wind from her. Annie lurched forward, being kept from falling on her face by Bobby's calloused fingers holding her wrists tightly and that awful knee braced against her lower back. Her head fell forward, her blonde hair splashing into her face. It was starting all over again!
The good time, the party mood, everything faded. Bobby had set her up, let her have a good time at the dance, biding his time until he could get her away to this place where Jack and a few others would play with her. She wished she could die!