Chapter 5
The wind blew her hair around her throat, tangling the strands. The sun blinded the girl as she tried to shade her eyes. How strange it was to be naked like this, naked in the open with the breeze wafting through her pussy curls, stirring the tightly kinked hair. She backed away from the men, hot dirt burning the soles of her feet. Criss-crossing her arms, the girl tried to hide her tits from their view while covering her pussy at the same time.
They all leered at her, called her names, rubbed their fingers at times over their rising cocks. She knew what they wanted to do and trembled at the thought.
"The boys ain't been out for a while," Bobby started to explain, a cruel smile crossing his lips.
Annie knew that smile, the smile he flashed her the moment he'd stripped her in the barn and started hammering away at her with his fists.
"And you're available. Man, you dig something like this, anyway," Bobby said, sneering at her.
Yes, he was hot, as hot as they were. But he was going to have his pleasure this time in watching her humiliated, degraded by these dirty, filthy ranch hands and their horrible cocks! A gust of wind blew her hair across her face. Annie let out a shuddering groan, curling her toes into the hard dirt. She cried out, her eyes searching out one friendly face, one kind expression, someone she could call out to for help, beg for mercy.
But there was no one. All of them had the same savage, hungry look on their faces. She shivered, throwing her hands around her body more tightly than before, wishing she could sink into the ground, away from these awful leering men.
"Anybody comin' out here from the Jones' place?" Jack wondered out loud.
"Doubt it. They usually don't like comin'
'round when they know we're here...'specially since the last court case we won. Betcha we don't get nobody out here for a while," Bobby said meaningfully.
Another breeze whipped her pussy hair, raising gooseflesh underneath. Annie knew now she would be raped brutally by these men. They didn't care if she was the boss's cousin or not. In fact they probably relished the idea of fucking her in front of her cousin. That was the added spice to this hot situation.
Jack gripped her shoulders, his voice loud and harsh, making her shrink away from him.
"Can you take us all on, baby? You think you can crawl in the dirt and take us all on?"
"No, no, you're...you're crazy. Lemme go, please, please," she whimpered.
What a nightmare this was becoming! All twelve of them to fuck her? She would be nothing but a piece of raw meat by the time they finished! Again she looked at Bobby, praying to God there would be some sign of support, some sign of mercy. But her cousin was only laughing at her.
"Come on, baby, walk in front of 'em. You show 'em how good you are, what kind of stuff you're made of," Bobby called.
"Yeah, come on, baby, strut your stuff. The whores in town do it...show off, let us know what they got to sell before we buy it," Jack agreed, shoving her away.
Annie stumbled over her feet, regained her balance, then stumbled over the uneven ground once more. She pushed her hair back and stared at the men who had widened the circle for her. They were hot to fuck her, to make her suck their cocks. She could see it in their eyes. They hadn't come out here expecting this little show. But while it was on they were going to enjoy it. She took a step, then drew back, avoiding a hand stretched out for her.
"Come on, Burt, leave 'er alone for a while. Let the bitch move around, show off her pussy, her ass. Man, she's got a tight little ass you'd kill for," Bobby said, leaning against the dirty pickup and chewing on a weed.
Her nipples were hard. Why were they so hard, so stiff? She should be cringing in guilt, wallowing in humiliation. These men are forcing her to commit a degrading act, one which any normal woman would rather have died than commit. And yet there she was, feeling a hot tingle racing up and down her pussy, radiating out like a fever to all parts of her body. She straightened her back and threw out her shoulders, feeling every square inch of her aroused flesh ripple with fresh excitement.
"Yeah, yeah, man, she's somethin' else," Jack said, unbuckling his belt and slowly drawing it out of the pantloops.
"Give it to 'er, man. She deserves it," Bobby said, eyeing his foreman and watching him closely as he gripped the long black leather belt by the buckle.
"Yeah, deserves it."
Annie, meanwhile, was moving slowly around the circle, her tits jiggling with each step she took. Now that the breeze had died down she could smell the air reeking of dung, fertilizer for winter wheat that would feed the cattle. It was the barn all over again-except this time they were out in the open and she was threatened with a massive violation.
In another moment fear overwhelmed her. Twelve men, all of them aroused by her naked body. Quickly she dropped one hand to her cunt. God, she was only a teen, still in high school! Annie still felt herself a virgin. And then the thoughts of what had happened last night crashed down on her. How could she call herself a virgin when she'd acted like that!
It was all so confusing. She stopped in the middle of their little circle, holding her head in both hands.
"Come on, bitch, move it, move, I told you to keep movin', " Jack snarled.
He reached out and pushed. Annie stumbled, then regained her balance. She stopped, feeling confused and terribly naked and exposed in front of these men.
Annie saw another hand shoot out for her. She screamed, jerking back. More hands stretched out for her. The girl kept screaming, keeping inches away from the reaching hands, listening to their laughter and obscenities. Turning to the right and running, the girl found herself face to face with Jack. He was holding the belt in his hand, raising the other threateningly at her. Annie stopped, her eyes widening with fear. Putting one hand at the base of her throat, she drew back, her ass pushed out, her tits slapping together while her feet shuffled over the ground.
Her heart was pounding fast now, threatening to break right through her rib cage. Fear knifed through her, killing all thoughts except those of terror and the wish to escape from them. In the background, the girl could still hear the men calling her all sorts of names, still trying to touch her, slap her, beat her.
"No, no, no," she cried.
This couldn't be happening! It was something out of a bad movie, a silly fuck book. People just didn't do this sort of thing to other people. Then Annie remembered reading time and time again about girls who disappeared or who were found beaten and bruised, having been raped time and time again by some crazy gang. There were all sorts of bizarre stories about sex crimes against young women. But that was in Los Angeles. That was in the city. Her mother had sent her out here to get away from that. And instead Annie found herself simmering right in the center of a sex stew pot!
"NO!"
The girl eluded another hand by shrugging away, nearly toppling forward on her face. Turning around and dashing to the right, she found herself facing Jack once more, this time seeing his belt raised in the air like a whip. Yes, he was going to use it on her, mark her body with that leather! She backed away once again, nearly tripping over her feet. Her tits bobbed, her ass-cheeks and belly and thighs jiggling from her violent movement. Gooseflesh exploded on all parts of her body. When someone slapped her hard on the ass-cheeks she screamed, feeling a warm trickle on her thigh. She was pissing on herself, losing complete control!
"Hey, man, she wet her bed? Man, she's pissin' on herself," someone called out.
"Yeah, man, means she's really hot! She wants it bad, wants a cock up that pussy of hers," Bobby said, pointing at the yellow stream oozing down her right inner thigh.
"Oh, no, no, stop it!" she demanded.
She couldn't stop running. They were pawing her, hitting her, calling her all sorts of terrible, awful names. Once they had her going she couldn't stop. As she got closer to the uneven circle, the men slapped at her ass-cheeks and tits. Some of them were throwing dirt at her, laughing as they hit her body and made the young girl cry with fear and pain.
"OOOOWWWWWWW!"
She stopped short, her tits flying out and hitting one another. Some of the men were unzipping their jeans, getting their dark-pink cocks out and fingering them while watching the girl try desperately to escape their grasp.
Footsteps! Someone was behind her. It was a tall red-headed ranch hand, his prick wagging from side to side and striking the sides of his jeans. She screamed again, her eyes focused on his big cock, running to one side. It was no use. Bobby and Jack were standing there, grinning as they watched Annie try desperately to escape.
The ranch hand rasped something to her. Annie didn't understand, didn't want to understand. She felt him grab her hair and pull back, nearly snatching the strands from her scalp. The girl's head jerked back, her arms stretching out in front of her while her knees buckled. A cry tore from her throat while tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. Her back bowed back, her legs nearly collapsing under her. Annie had to give in to the humiliation that was bound to follow.
"Come here, baby," the ranch hand said.
She felt his shirt and pants against her back and legs. His prick was rubbing over her ass-cheeks, edging toward her ass crack. There wasn't even the modicum of passion Bobby had shown for her in the barn. Here it was just raw animal lust, the excitement of one beast overpowering another. And that, in spite of her training in morality, was touching something dark and pleasant in Annie.
He was holding her tight, pulling back on her blonde hair until her head was pulled as far back as it could be. Still holding onto her hair, he reached around and jammed two fingers into her cunt. It was awful! The girl jerked to one side, her right leg bending and kicking out while her other buckled once more. If the hand hadn't been holding onto her tightly, she would have tumbled into the dirt. "NO!" she begged.
She felt his calloused fingers scraping along her cunt walls. It was so brutal, so degrading. And yet she felt her belly muscles convulse, felt her cunt muscles spasm, then cramp shut, forcing her cunt lips to snap shut on the invading digits. Annie was yelping with pleasure. She found herself grinding her thighs hungrily against this man's hand while he fucked his fingers into her cunt. The others gloated as the girl threw herself against him. It was as before. Something terribly dark, something she had never come face to face with until her fuck with Bobby, now rose again, turning her into a mindless slut.
The others stopped shouting for a moment, concentrating on what the big redhead was doing. His fingers were probing her pussy, fucking in and out, slipping in to the second joint. Annie closed her eyes and let her head sag back against the big man's chest. It was awful, horrible to be acting like this. But try as she might, the girl couldn't shake off the feeling that had overwhelmed her. To be fucked by all of them, to be trounced in the dirt as she deserved-that was what she needed. As much as the thought horrified her, one part of her mind demanded that kind of sacrifice. Annie trembled at her own thoughts as the big ranch hand behind her rubbed his hot cock back and forth over her ass-cheeks.
"Make 'er eat it, man. Make 'er eat her own cunt-juice!" Bobby called.
Annie felt more piss spurt out of her cunt hole onto the big man's hand. She heard him swear something. Then he jerked his fingers out, trying to shove his fingers into her mouth.
"NNGNHHH!"
She wasn't going to taste that, wasn't going to suck on a piss-slicked finger. But when she refused, the girl felt him moving behind her, raising one knee and shoving it hard into the small of her back. The pain was excruciating. Annie opened her mouth and let out a long high-pitched yelp, pitching forward. In the distance she could hear the horses neighing nervously in response to her tortured cries.
"Suck it!"
The smell made her retch. But there was little she could do. The girl groaned, her mouth opening wider for the animal behind her. She licked the awful fingers in her mouth, choking on the taste and smell. Her piss, and she was licking it! The thought made her faint with disgust and horror. The man behind her, however, was laughing, pleased at the way his little joke turned out.
"Ugh!"
He let her go the moment Jack started to step up in front. Annie held her stomach, trying to keep from vomiting as she spat out the vile mixture of piss and spit. Rolling her eyes up, she saw the foreman with that awful belt in his hand. Bobby was behind her, unbuckling his belt, drawing the long piece of brown leather out from his jeans. He was going to beat her too, both men whipping her senseless before they fucked her! "Oh, no, no!"
This was too much! The girl shook her head from side to side, tears freely streaming down her cheeks now. She backed away, senseless to the cheers and shouts and laughter, conscious only of those two men holding leather belts in front of her.
Someone behind her slapped her ass hard, making her ass tingle, making her ass-cheeks dance up and down as if she'd just jumped to the ground. Annie wheeled around, not daring for a moment to take her eyes off Jack and Bobby.
"No, no," the girl whimpered again.
"Gotta get you warmed up...gotta warm up that hot little ass of yours," Jack muttered through his teeth.
"Yeah, as if she needs any warmin' up," Bobby added, tapping the doubled belt against his leg.
Jack was the first to hit her. The girl flinched, seeing his right arm jerk high above his head, the leather snapping like a pistol shot in the still air. Her body quivered as the black leather slicked toward her.
"UGHHHHHHH!" she grunted.
He struck her just above the hipbone. Annie cried, shouting loudly as thousands of hot needles prickled her flesh. Another blow. The girl whimpered, gagging as her head snapped back, making her long blonde hair sweep over her shoulders and the upper portion of her back. She started to stagger back to the line of men behind her, then caught herself. They would be just as cruel, perhaps worse if they got their hands on her. She stayed her ground her eyes desperately searching again for some path of escape from the hurting blows.
"UGH! OWWWWW! OWWWWWW!"
Annie screamed again and again after each slicing blow. She felt her strength and will disintegrating. No, she couldn't let herself completely go. She had done that with Bobby and he'd used her as his toilet. These circumstances were far worse. There was no control here, no uncle she could call out to. Only these men were here, and each of them was wishing he could be in Bobby's or Jack's place with those whipping belts.
"OGHHHHHHH!"
The belt came down hard in her ass crack, raising curving red welts. With each stroke her belly quaked. Again Annie gagged, feeling the sour taste of her bile rising in her throat. Someone gripped her shoulders as she pitched forward from the last blow and shoved her back toward the two men. Annie stumbled, twisting around just in time to receive a particularly sharp belt across the stomach.
"OOOFFFFFFF!" she puffed.
The wind sailed out of her, leaving the girl white faced, gasping for air. She bent over, felt her knees buckling. In an instant Annie was on the ground, her head bowed down, her back bared for more beating. She covered her tits protectively with her upper arms, feeling the heat of the ground against the tops of her feet and her knees.
"Come on, come on, stand up," Bobby said, advancing menacingly toward her.
She should have stood up before he came on top of her. Annie knew that. But she couldn't. Instead the girl knelt there helplessly as Bobby walked up. He was yanking at her hair now, pulling her back ignoring her as she screamed and clawed his awful, offending hands.
"No, no, no, leave me alone, you animal...leave me alone!"
He dragged her away from the men, her heels digging small trenches in the dirt. Annie struggled, her heart and pulse racing madly. Dirt crusted on her damp flesh as the wind increased around her.
Her cousin dragged her some twenty feet away from the men, then let her fall on her back. Dragging the tip of his belt along her belly, he slid it down to her cunt mound, his eyes narrowing while he watched her shiver. Would he touch her cunt with the belt, snap it against her pussylips, damage her forever? That would be too cruel, too much against his purposes. The young man smiled, guessing her thoughts.
"Okay, Jack."
Her cousin backed away, making room for the foreman. Annie shifted her eyes away from Bobby. She saw the big man brandishing his belt once more. He snapped the weapon, making the leather crack in the still air. Behind him, she could hear the men laughing in approval.
Terror hit her again like a bomb. Putting both hands down on the dirt, she wiggled away, her bulging eyes still fastened on the snapping belt. Dirt wormed into her ass-hole and cunt as the big man slowly advanced, his boots crunching on the loose dirt.
"Oh no, you can't...no more, I can't take...can't take it," she stammered, certain that Bobby and Jack would continue to torment her until they were tired.