Chapter 10
They dragged her along the uneven damp ground, Bobby still holding her wrists while Jack talked to some of the others who had accompanied him to this deserted spot. When they neared the sagging porch of the old farmhouse, they stopped. Annie shook the loose hair from her eyes, watching as two men approached her with something in their hands. Rope! She stiffened, feeling them slide once piece around her right wrist, folding it over into a figure eight, then attaching it to her other hand, joining the two wrists together finally in a double square.
"Oh, it's too...too tight!" Annie cried, her face wincing as the rough hemp chafed her wrists.
"Too bad. We'll be more gentle...next time," Bobby said, watching the two hands finish with their binding.
"Love workin' for you, Bobby," the first man said, tying off the last knot.
"Yeah, sure beats workin' for old man Jones. He don't do nothin' like this," the second man piped up, flashing a sheepish grin at Annie's cousin.
"Just stick around, boys, just stick around," Jack said, checking the ropes.
"Come on up," Bobby said, taking her by the bodice of her dress and pulling her up the stairs.
Annie followed like a zombie, hearing the boards of the porch floor creaking menacingly under her shuffling feet. They entered the rundown house. Glancing up, the girl could see the sky through several places in the sagging roof. For a moment Annie thought the whole place was going to crash down on them as they all entered. A small lantern on the floor cast an eerie yellowish glow over the small living room.
"What..."
She looked around. Hanging on the walls were some old yellowed pictures and what appeared to be buggy whips. The scene frightened her, reminding the girl of some kind of horror film. Then her attention was directed to a large wooden keg pushed to the middle of the room. The dim light reflected off a small brass spigot that apparently was drilled to the center. It was a beer dispenser, Annie guessed.
"No," she whimpered, drawing back. The girl didn't know what they'd planned for her. But the young woman was more than a little sure that it would be something awful, something more horrible than what she'd had to endure. She could smell it in the air, see it in their eyes as they shoved her forward, tugging at the ropes to make sure they held her wrists tightly.
Annie groaned as Jack pushed her reluctantly to a series of boards nailed together to one side of the keg. On closer inspection the girl saw it was a crudely made pillory. There was the smell of freshly cut wood in the air. This thing had recently been assembled, put together for her convenience. Annie felt a little sick.
"Oh, don't, don't..."
But the men weren't to be reasoned with. While Bobby held her, Jack opened the top board. The two men grabbed her legs and slid them over the bottom half of two holes drilled into the structure. There was a clicking sound as Jack let the top board fall back in place, trapping her legs just above the knees. Her legs were trapped tightly in those holes while her hands still remained tightly bound together by the cutting rope. Annie cried out, twisting helplessly against her bonds, tears streaming down her face. Her pretty blue-and-white dress was getting dirty, torn by these men. How happy sheM been dancing in it, whirling about the barn while the music made her pulse leap with joy. Now she was in this filthy hole with her cousin torturing her!
"I could leave you like this...not even support you and..."
To illustrate his point Bobby started backing away, letting her body sag back. Pressure was put on her legs, the rough-hewn wood scratching her bare flesh painfully as she began to bow down to the floor. She feared her back would break.
"NO, NOOOO!"
"Thought so," Bobby said, holding her back in position.
Annie was having trouble catching her breath. She looked over her shoulder and saw two men bringing something over. It looked like a stool. "Have a seat."
What had turned her cousin into this kind of animal? Why was he doing this? Again Annie asked the question and once more she couldn't find an answer. Leaning a little to the right, Annie narrowed her eyes now and saw the stool, saw what was fastened to its center-a six-inch dildo, a long thick pink-colored thing sticking up with short thin nails poking up around from its base! Annie stared mutely at the object, not believing what she saw!
"Oh no, no, NO!" she whispered tightly, shaking her head from side to side.
Jack and Bobby didn't give the girl time to think of what was happening. Her cousin reached under the dress, tearing an opening in her panties, shredding the briefs while the two ranch hands slid the stool under her. Annie felt that plastic cock touching her cunt lips, felt it center over her pussy-hole. She stiffened, tensing her arm and legs muscles, trying hard to wiggle away from the awful object.
"No, no, don't do this...oh, don't!" Annie screamed, her wailing cries bouncing off the walls.
She stared wide-eyed at the men, sweat oozing from her pores and slicking her flesh. She could hear Bobby pushing the stool a little farther under her. Annie jerked her ass up once more, her leg and thigh muscles cramping from the strain of trying to keep her ass up high. The nails at the base would tear her flesh, mutilate her for life!
"NOOO!"
The blonde teen jerked maniacally, trying to shake off the hands that were trying to keep her in place. Someone had his hands on her shoulders now and was pushing her down, down onto the dildo.
"OOOOHHHH!"
The young girl felt the cold plastic cock spreading her cunt walls apart. She cried out again, tensing her legs and thighs, trying to jerk up. Once she succeeded in actually raising her ass high enough to escape the dildo. But the effort, the pressure on her legs was too much to stand. In the end Annie found herself sinking, sinking back onto the dildo, shivering with revulsion as the smooth dildo speared into her body.
Her thighs shot apart as far as they could go, the legs trapped by the splintery pillory. Annie snapped her head back, her shoulder-blades jutting out while she let out another cry of humiliation. They were fucking her with that plastic cock, laughing while that awful dildo fucked into her moist, young pussy. And what was worse was that she was getting excited. Annie felt her cunt actually tightening around that plastic prick, her pussy walls growing warmer, wetter, starting to grip that dildo as if it were a man's cock. The young blonde turned her head and looked pleadingly at her cousin. As her ass-cheeks danced and twitched above the stool seat, the dildo fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Man, gettin' hot, real hot," Jack muttered. "Could fuck that little slut again. Man, you can tell she wants it, wants it bad." He studied the young woman as her ass slipped closer and closer toward the stool seat. All the while, inch by slick inch of the dildo disappeared, slipping into Annie's cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh..."
"Let's get 'er at both ends...she digs that, right Annie? You dig gettin' it at both ends, right?" Bobby sneered.
What was he doing? She turned her head around, watching as her cousin gripped the long black rubber hose that led from the keg. He examined the brass nozzle, then scraped the cold metal along her thigh. Annie felt her heart faint, guessing what he was about to do.
Her arms jerked, the wrists twisting frantically against the ropes that bound them while her legs pulled against the pillory. This couldn't be happening! The young man knelt down to one side of Annie, took the brass nozzle and shoved it up her ass-hole! Annie screamed, jerked her body from side to side until her violent movements threatened to overturn the whole assembly. Her face was red, contorted with pain and shame while tears flowed from her eyes. The horror of her situation! She should have kept trying to get her mother, insisted on staying home. All the fun she'd had at the barn dance now came back to mock her. She was a prisoner, her body filthy with dirt and sweat, her pretty blue dress torn and stained while she jerked and twitched in this awful pillory. And now her cousin was shoving that brass thing up her ass, laughing at her while she sank farther down on the dildo.
"UGHHHHH!"
Annie stiffened once more, fanning out her toes until they cramped. The places between them tingled strangely as the dildo fucked in deeper. Her pussy walls trembled, then folded in, gripping the fake cock until a cry of greed and despair ripped from her throat.
"WAWWWHHWHHHHHH!"
She was nearing the seat of that stool. Instinctively the girl knew the base was only an inch or two away. At the base were those tiny sharp nails, needles to torture her pussy with. What kind of men were these? Why were they doing this to her? Again the girl tensed her leg and thigh muscles, using every ounce of strength and will in her to shove up, up from the threatening nails. Annie groaned, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip as she felt the dildo sliding out of her pussy. She was keeping herself up away from those nails. But how long could she stay like this, her muscles already cramping, already stiffening with fatigue? Bobby and Jack did nothing to force her back down. They knew in a short while Annie would tire, her muscles would break down and she would sink back to the base of the dildo.
"OOOOHHHHHH!"
"And maybe she'd like to suck a little cock, huh, Annie? Maybe my cousin'd like to swing on some hot prickmeat, get it down her throat," Bobby said, his fingers already on the zipper tab.
"Suck...suck cock?"
It was the only thing they hadn't done to her. She watched as her cousin unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. She stared at the black wiry prickhairs curling around the teeth of his fly, saw the heavy hanging balls rising up against his cockroot. Bobby spread his legs, slowly working his fingers back and forth along the length of his rod, slicking down the tight-skinned prong with the pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit. The girl let out another moan, drawing back as far as she could, feeling herself sliding down yet another inch on the dildo. Any second Annie expected to feel the awful bite of those tiny nails against her cunt lips.
"No, no, no..."
"Fuck you, bitch. You're gonna take care of my cock now, baby. Gonna give you a hot roddin' in the mouth," Bobby said thickly.
Annie felt as if she were suffering in hell as her stretched young cunt slid down farther on the plastic cock. The pink latex was being slowly warmed by her cuntflesh, growing slippery with each passing second. It was degrading and at the same time exciting. And all the while, her cousin's cock was edging closer and closer to her mouth.
"No, don't, don't..."
Her tensed muscles caused more pain in her thighs and legs. It was impossible not to move down on the dildo, not to move down toward those nails. Sucking in a deep breath, Annie smelled his crotch and cringed. The odor of his aroused cock, of his tightening balls. She was going to suck his dick, suck cock while the men around her watched her tear herself to pieces!