Chapter 4
"Haven't you been feelin' well, honey?"
Annie pushed her fork listlessly around the breakfast plate, staring at the brightly colored cloth while Uncle Fred sipped his coffee.
"Must be a cold or something," she mumbled, daring to stare at Bobby. He shot her a warning glance, then bit hard into his toast.
"Can't have you gettin' sick out here. Your mother would never forgive me. She sent you out here to have a little fun, to get outta the city before you went back to school. But you've been here for nearly a week and ain't even been ridin'. "
"Oh, I don't think I'd be very good at that," Annie demurred, shuffling her feet uncomfortably under the chair.
"Dunno. Bet she'd make one hell of a rider. Bet she could ride better'n half the gals in the county," Bobby said pointedly, winking at his cousin.
Annie blushed furiously, feeling her cunt walls buckle at the thought he was hinting a!. She knew what he meant, felt the warmth of his comment as she slipped her orange juice.
"Why don't you take her riding today? Ain't got much goin' on. The hands'll take care of most of the milkin' and repairin', " Uncle Fred said, dabbing the napkin over his mouth and smiling again at his niece.
Uncle Fred was so handsome and nice, so un-like his son! Of course the man couldn't know what Bobby had been up to, about the girls his son had fucked around the country, about his own niece who had been raped by this maniac. Uncle Fred just wanted her to have a nice time out here, enjoy herself to the fullest. If he knew what his son had done to her...well, there would be a scene she didn't like to think about. No, she wasn't going to break up a family...not over something she found herself enjoying as much as Bobby. But he'd better understand that she wasn't going to do that again. She wasn't going to let him touch her with his cock.
"Dunno. Got some fence mendin' near the county road today. Thought I'd take care of it before it gets too hot," Bobby countered.
Father and son talked about ranch matters while Annie pushed her food around the plate and thought about what had happened the night before. She had enjoyed it immensely. But it couldn't happen again. How could she face herself if she were to throw herself back at Bobby's feet? He wanted to hurt her, hurt all women, humiliate them before fucking them. She sensed this in the boy, sensed his need to crunch things into the dirt before enjoying them. And if she actively sought out his attention that meant she enjoyed being hurt, enjoyed being stomped on. And that wasn't true! She was a person, a human being who needed love and warmth and affection.
"Maybe me and the boys'll teach her then. Can combine the two things...fence mendin' and ridin'. "
Annie snapped from her reverie. They were both looking at her, expecting some sort of answer.
"What?"
"Bobby thought it's be all right if you tagged along...you know, watch him work out for a while, then he'd teach you some riding...good riding, not like the stuff you learn in Los Angeles."
Annie felt panic rising in her. She couldn't let herself go out with her cousin again. God only knows what would happen. The girl dropped her fork with a Clatter to the plate and wiped her palms against her shorts.
"I don't know, Uncle Fred. I thought I'd stay around here for a while...maybe until the cold goes away. Then later-"
"Nonsense," the older man said, throwing his napkin down on the table and rising. "Best thing for a cold's to get out in the dry heat. It'll dry you right up, drive out those damned germs. Come on, girl, you're gonna go out riding with my boy. Damned good idea you had, son. She's gonna find out something about ranchin' and ridin' at the same time."
"Come on," Bobby said as his father disappeared into the living room. "You're gonna mount up and meet some of the boys."
Annie found herself cringing under his stare. And what was his meaning behind meeting some of the boys. There was an insinuation in the tone of his voice she didn't like.
"And be back for dinner. The cook don't like to be kept waitin'. I'll be in town for the day," Fred said, adjusting the cowboy hat on his head, nodding good-bye to his frightened niece, then stepping out into the porch. Annie could already feel the rising heat of the day.
"Come on out back. I've got a couple of horses already saddled. You can ride a horse, right?"
Annie hadn't been able to look her cousin in the eye all morning. Now she raised her head and stared him back squarely in the eyes. How handsome he was, even though he had that awful trait of hurting people.
"Y...yes. I learned in summer camp," Annie said, wiping her hands nervously on the sides of her jeans. She could hear her uncle's truck starting up. Glancing down the road, she saw clouds of dirt swirling together behind the retreating pickup. Annie's heart sank. Yes, she had enjoyed her cousin's fucking the other night. But now she wasn't sure if she was ready for another round...not ready until she had managed to sort out all those conflicting emotions and feelings she had experienced with Bobby.
"Good. Let's go then."
He didn't make any moves, didn't even imply anything as to what had gone on between them the other night. Annie walked behind the young boy, keeping her eyes cast down modestly, feeling shame burn through her like a torch. Why should she feel such humility, such guilt with her cousin? After all, he was the one who had made the first move, threw her on the ground and raped her. It was only during the final part of the fuck when Annie felt herself becoming carried away, getting so hot she could hardly breathe! It was only then that she had held onto him tightly, swiveling her ass around like a whore, begging him for more cock, for more stimulation while her clit vibrated like a struck tuning fork.
These and other related thoughts swirled around in the young girl's head as she shuffled out of the house and into the back courtyard.
There were two horses out back, both fully saddled. Annie kept watching her cousin for some sign, some signal that would let her know what was going on in his mind. Several times she thought about backing out, complaining about a headache or something that would leave her at home. But somehow that was too cowardly. It rankled something in her, ran against her grain to come up with an excuse like that. "Come on," he said.
Throwing one leg over the animal, Annie eased her feet into the stirrups and grabbed the reins in one hand, turning the big black stallion around and following closely behind her cousin.
What does he want of me? the teen thought, letting the animal slip into a slow trot behind Bobby's horse. The subtle rocking of the animal, the sliding of her firm ass back and forth against the warm leather saddle was exciting her, making her think more warmly about the other night. How exciting Bobby's breath had felt against her cheeks and her throat while his hands smoothed up and down her legs. Even now she shivered, rubbing her hands up and down her forearms, feeling herself teetering in the saddle. Annie shook her head and held on more tightly.
Fucking! Yes, they had done that last night, fucking their brains out! Man and woman, cock and cunt! How many times she'd thought about that at home...about how it would feel to have a guy pawing her, squirming on top of her, easing her legs open while slipping his rock into her cunt! Then it had all been harmless fantasy. She had lain in bed with her fingers working greedily over her cunt lips, sometimes slipping a finger into her hot cunt-hole and wiggling it around, trying hard to imagine what a man's prick would feel like fucking in and out of her pussy.
Now she knew. And riding gently along the barren countryside toward the north fields, Annie wished with one part of her mind she could fuck again. She wanted her cousin once more In spite of his brutality, or perhaps because of it, the girl wanted him to fuck her as violently and as overwhelmingly as he had fucked before!
A small series of spasms rippled through her cunt, making her lean forward and hold onto the saddle's horn. Glancing up and seeing Bobby hadn't turned back once to see if she was there or not, the girl slid forward, rubbing her damp crotch against the long, hard piece of reinforced leather. It felt so good. Her ass was hot, warmed by all that sliding on the saddle. Her knees were pressing against the sides of the horse. A stallion. Yes, she needed a stallion, needed to be fucked.
"Mmmmmm..." she moaned.
Her teacher had told her that authors used horses as symbols of male sexuality. She could believe that now! The way the animal moved under her excited her, made her pussy all hot and tight and wet, turned her thoughts to nothing but fucking.
A partially sharp spasm passed through her cunt. Annie hunched her head between her shoulders, her fingers turning icy and barely able to grip the leather reins sliding in and out of her hands. Again the girl kneed the panting horse, feeling herself fall forward. Annie closed her eyes, fighting down, or trying to fight down, the sensations racing through her body. Opening her eyes, she saw the horse's pointed ears, saw the black leather harness moving easily around his big beautiful head, felt his sides panting easily in and out as he kept the slow pace. Another spasm, this one more powerful than the first. Annie sighed, snapping back her head and nearly losing her hat. Her tits were jiggling in her bra, her stiff nipples scratching sexily against her bra. God in heaven help her, she was turning on again, turning onto the horse, onto anything that would arouse her.
In this condition, the girl rode behind her cousin, wanting to stop several times but not daring to widen the distance between her and Bobby. Reaching the crest of a hill, Annie saw several workers near a pickup truck some thousand yards away. Bobby stopped for a second and stood up on his stirrups, taking off his hat and wiping the perspiration from his forehead with his hand. He waved, then sat back down in his saddle, clucking to his horse and disappearing over the ridge.
Annie followed, her body swaying easily in the saddle. She had to fight down those awful feelings, those sensations that were turning her cunt into hot mush. There would be others there, men who could probably detect the heat in her pussy. Why had she decided to go on this little ride? Had one part of her mind secretly hoped that the two of them would be alone and Bobby would fuck her again? She didn't know, didn't particularly want to know, as she rode over the top of the ridge and started making her way down the side of the hill.
"Hey, who's the girl?" one of the men asked as Bobby dismounted and inspected some of the fence repair.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, my cousin Annie...from L.A., " he muttered, running his hands down several stakes, checking for their stability.
"Nice girl?"
Bobby stopped, catching the tone of his foreman's voice. Jack Beddingfield had one hell of a reputation for fucking women, sometimes more than one at a time. He and the boys would go into town sometimes and raise hell-raise it to the point that some of the hookers around wouldn't go to bed with them any more. Jack, Bobby and several of the others had the reputation of pushing women too far in some of their sexual escapades. All they would do when confronted with accusations would be to grin sheepishly and go back to work.
"Nice how? In the sack?"
Jack grinned, wiping his thick mustache with the back of one of his leather gloves. Annie was ambling down the side of the hill, her body reflecting the easy movements of the big horse.
"Well, you fuck 'er, or is she one of them nice little gals you leave alone till you marry 'em?" Jack asked, his eyes examining Annie as she approached the small gathering of men.
Bobby turned away for a second, shading his eyes with one hand to check out the alignment of the newly repaired fence. It was good.
"Done well, Jack, and did it in a fuckin' hurry. The Joneses won't be fuckin' botherin' us any more about the boundary. I'll check it with my dad tomorrow, but it looks like it follows the old line damned well," he said, about to turn away again. "And yeah, I fucked 'er."
"What's she doin' there then? Thought you'd be ridin' her in the sack all the time. Looks like she puts up one hell of a ride," Jack commented, rubbing his fingers over the front of his jeans.
"Yeah, she's one hell of a fuck in bed...or anywhere, I guess," Bobby said.
He was getting hot and horny. The young man hadn't really thought about trying anything with Annie today. He had his father's work to do and wanted to get on with it. But Jack's talk about fucking and about his cousin was turning him on. Annie, he saw, had stopped her horse about a hundred yards from them and was trying to decide whether to dismount or not.
"Come on, Annie, want you to meet some of. the guys. You can check out something about ranchin' too," Bobby said, his hands on his thighs.
Annie thought about how wise this was. There was something about the way Bobby and the others were looking at her that made her cringe. Still, she couldn't think of a reason why she should turn tail and run. It would make her look more ridiculous than ever.
Annie dismounted, throwing the reins over the animal's head and approaching the men a little cautiously. She felt shaky, out of focus as she passed them. No one spoke, the only sound being their heavy breathing and the whining of the wind from the east. Brushing back her hair, she walked up to Bobby's side, her eyes studying the twelve men surrounding her in a tightening circle.
"Fence here runs along the south boundary of our property. Been havin' some trouble with the ranch next door and..."
Bobby went on for several minutes about boundaries and fences, his eyes never leaving his cousin's face. Annie was growing more and more anxious by the moment. She thought she noticed the men moving closer to her. Perhaps it was her imagination. Again she tried clearing her head, tried listening to what her cousin was explaining to her.
"What you think of that, little lady?"
The husky voice behind her made her jump. Annie let out a little cry, wheeling around and finding herself staring right into Jack's eyes.
"It's...it's a little confusing, but I think I understand," she stammered, feeling her heart nearly jumping out of her throat.
He was tall, much taller than her cousin. His face was wrinkled and leathery though still handsome, the result of years out on the open range. That all-too-familiar heat rose again in her crotch. Annie felt her pussy trembling in anticipation-but in anticipation of what? Surely they wouldn't try something out here-not in the open, not in front of these men with the possibility of being discovered by someone from the next ranch. Suddenly Annie felt terribly exposed and vulnerable. She was alone with all these men who were still staring hotly at her.
"Something wrong?"
Annie had turned to go and found herself running into Bobby.
"Uh, no, no, I just thought maybe I should go back home. I'm tired and-"
"Come on, Bobby. We ain't had cunt for a long time. And she's here."
The words cut through the air like lightning. Annie felt her breath catch the moment she heard cunt pronounced by the big foreman behind her. A trap! She was in a trap! As soon as Jack spoke, the girl could feel the atmosphere change around her. Suddenly she was like a piece of raw meat in a school of sharks! "No,-Bobby, no."
"Yeah, Annie. Think it'd be fun watchin' them having a little time over you."
He had one hand on her shoulder. Jack was behind her smoothing his fingers over her shirt, working the material over her bare flesh underneath.
"No, no!" she yelled.
Her eyes were wide with terror. Wheeling around, the girl kicked hard at Jack's ankles, then jerked one knee up, hoping to catch him in the balls. But the foreman had been ready for some resistance and backed off, moving in and pinning her arms tightly to her lower back.
"She's a feisty bitch, Bobby! Shit, gonna have to rope 'er before we fuck 'er."
Fuck? Oh, God, they were going to gang bang her. She could imagine them lining up, their cocks sticking straight out of their groins, their balls tight and hard up against their prickroots, all of them waiting their turn to fuck her. She screamed, lifting one leg off the ground while twisting to one side for leverage and trying to kick Jack again in the balls.
"Strip 'er!" he ordered.
Hands were everywhere-ripping, tearing her clothing until there was nothing left on her. They had stripped her, torn away her clothes in a mad orgy of group sex. And now they were all going to fuck her.