Chapter 6
Jack dragged her back like a sack of shit. The men were all catcalling, some of them wanting to fuck her, some of them simply wanting to watch as the two men continued to humiliate the screaming teenager.
"Oh, no, no, don't do this!"
She looked up, her body streaked with dirt and perspiration. Jack was snapping his belt, holding the leather at both ends while cracking the material sharply. Each report made her flesh quiver. She shuddered, rubbing her palms briskly on her upper arms and slowly began to slide away.
"Hey, baby, come on over here, come on and we'll fuck the shit outta you."
She heard men crying out other obscenities as Jack approached. Again she wiggled away from the foreman. As long as she kept out of his reach, Annie felt she was safe. She couldn't let him touch her with that belt. It had hurt her too much before. Her body twisted to one side as she thought he was about to bring the weapon down on her.
"Come here, baby, come here," he crooned.
She could see his cock straining in his jeans. His hand was shaking. It was a nightmare, a horrible nightmare of images she didn't even want to think of. The wind picked up again, whipping her hair in front of her eyes, blowing loose dirt in her face. Jack stood there, monster that he was, snapping the belt, threatening her with more pain. She could see brutality in his eyes. She knew what he wanted to do first. When he was finished, she would be turned over to the others.
"No...no..." she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he came up to her.
"No what? From what your cousin tells me, you dig bein' worked over. Some cunts are like that...they keep tellin' you they don't like pain, but they sure keep beggin' for it," Jack said, his voice tightening as he stared at the blonde pussy hairs waving in the wind.
"Please, oh please, don't...don't...I'm not like that," she sobbed, wiping the tears from her eyes with her knuckles.
Nothing in Annie's past experience had prepared her for this, for any of it-to be used as a whore by her own cousin, to be paraded naked in front of these strangers, then to be beaten and fucked was beyond any horror she could have previously imagined! And yet it was coming true.
"Noooo..."
Annie slid backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the big advancing man. He gained on her, snapping the belt so loudly and so close to her ears that Annie half jumped to her feet. Her tits hung down, her stiff nipples nearly touching the dirt as she scrambled on all fours like an animal. She had to run, run like a fox, an animal to escape from this horror.
"Look, man, look...fuck, she's like a Goddamned bitch!" Jack called.
Annie brushed aside the humiliation, speeding away from the cracking belt. Her tit tips brushed again over the uneven ground while her fingernails broke against the rocks. The wind whistled around her jiggling tits, her firm ass-cheeks bouncing and jiggling with her four-legged running efforts.
Her eyes were wide, focused on a hole in the circle. The men were so amused by her present state that they hadn't thought she might try to make an escape attempt. There was just enough space in the line. If she could fool them into thinking she was going in one direction, then bolt for the other she might break through. And then what? She would come to that later. Right now Annie's mind was tuned to one thing only-escape from Bobby, from Jack, from the men who would turn on her the moment the others were finished.
Annie slipped, her arms buckling under her and sending her pitching and rolling forward. She let out a frustrated groan, tucking her legs under her ass once more and scrambling back to all fours. Her hair curtained her face as she scampered around the circle, panting like a frightened animal. Jack was closer now. She could hear his footsteps pounding the dirt behind her.
She bolted to the right, listening to him laugh at her attempts of escape. He was playing her, playing her the way a fisherman plays his catch, giving her ground, then moving faster. That made her move faster, made her jerk around the circle, making the others laugh, deride her futile escape tries.
"No, no, no!" she whimpered.
Her mind was whirling around, spinning about in confusion. The men all became a blur, an indistinct barrier in front of her as the cracking belt snapped louder, more threateningly behind her. Annie stopped, her eyes searching for that hole. It was gone, the men having closed it the last time she'd stumbled and rolled over. Another blast of wind whipped her blonde hair from her shoulders. The girl cried out, bolting to the left, then falling down and rolling over several times like a tripped horse. She felt strands of her hair snagging on something and the girl turned to see what she was caught on.
Barbed wire!
"Oh, no, no! Help me!"
She was frantic, raising her arms over her head and fumbling frantically at her caught hair. The yanking sensation was painful. She was trapped, caught by her own body, betrayed by her hair! There was nowhere to turn, nowhere for her to run. She sat there, her eyes wide with fear, her face streaked with sweat and dirt as the wind toyed with her hair, tangling more of her hair in the metal barbs. Annie wished she could die at this moment, sink out of sight and die.
As she turned toward Jack, she saw the belt unravel, saw the tip snap close to her face, then shoot up into the sky as he readied the belt for a blow. Desperately Annie jerked her arms in front of her face, protecting herself as best she could from the leather weapon. Just at that point Jack snapped his hand down, bringing the belt to a point along her ribs, just below her left tit.
"AGH!" Annie squealed, her body jerking as if someone had touched a live electric wire to her. The girl rolled over to her right side, her legs snapping up, then slowly sinking back down to the dirt. Looking up, Annie saw the belt swinging around like a lasso over Jack's head. His eyes were bright, glittering with arousal, his jaws set firmly. He was enjoying this, loving it. She stared at his crotch once more, stared at the long, thick prick that was pressing out against the front of his jeans. He looked bigger than her cousin, though the girl couldn't be certain of size at this point. As the belt began another downward journey, Annie wondered for a moment why she was thinking of prickmeat at a time like this. Her fingers fanned out along her throat protectively once again as she jerked her knees up to her belly.
The tip of Jack's belt chewed the flesh along her hips. She was screaming in a mindless torrent of sound, her head snapping from side to side as a series of leather blows reddened the flesh along her thighs. With one massive forward movement, Annie tore her hair from the barbed wire, rolling forward and coming to rest on her belly. The warmth of the dirt against her bare pussy and tits felt strangely good. The young girl paused for a moment, working her fingers into the soil as Jack panted heavily above her. She heard again the sound of leather whistling through the air and braced herself, feeling every muscle tensing.
This time the belt snapped against her ass-cheeks, coming down again in a crisscross fashion. Annie dug her fingernails into the dirt and started crawling forward, the belt lashing away steadily at her ass-cheeks. She felt her ass-cheeks jiggling with each blow, felt sparks of heat showering into her pussy. They were sparks of lust, created by these painful blows. Again the girl crawled forward, spitting out the dirt that had seeped into her mouth. Jack was nearly on top of her. At times she felt what she guessed was his spittle spray on her back as he shouted at her, called her all sorts of filthy names. Then he brought the belt down hard on her ass!
"UGHHH!" she grunted.
A particularly hard blow came down between her jutting shoulder blades. Crying out, the young girl managed to get back onto her hands and knees, scooting away blindly, finding herself running once more into the fence. She felt so helpless, misdirected. It seemed all so useless her attempts to get away. Jack was going to flay her alive, going to peel the skin from tit to cunt. Why fight him? What was the good of all her escape attempts? She was only amusing the men, making them laugh at her as she ran around like a terrified cat. She would submit to them, let them take her.
She saw once more the belt coming down. Flattening herself against the ground, Annie rolled away, hearing the leather strike the dirt inches from her shoulders. Jack swore, raised the weapon once more, then brought it down hard on her ass-cheeks. Instead of sheer pain, a bright warmth exploded, spreading through to her pussy and making her Clit stand on end.
"Man, I can't take much more of this,"
Jack said, wiping the sweat off his forehead, then bringing his free hand down to his crotch. The men were gathering around him, silently staring at the young girl, then moving their eyes to him. They were wondering if he was going to fuck her or give the girl to them. Annie imagined being tossed to these men. It would be like tossing her to mad dogs. They would paw her, fuck her until she was nothing more than a hunk of raw meat. The young woman wanted to plead with her tormentors, but she knew no words she could say would have any bearing.
Another blow. This time the tip caught the lower swell of her ass-cheek. She turned to face him, her face contorted by lust and pain. For an instant, Annie felt dizzy. Again the feel of the belt brought her around. The needle-sharp heat was piercing her cunt, making her very warm and moist down between her legs. It was a kind of stroking coil of heat that was caressing her clit, feeling almost pleasant in this nightmare of pain.
Jack threw down the belt and started unzipping his jeans. Annie supported herself on both hands, staring at him, panting like an animal, waiting for him to throw himself on top of her and ravage her, fuck her the way her cousin had violently fucked her the night before. That had been an awesome, frightening experience. This time the fear was greater. The pleasure, she guessed, would be more satisfying, deeper, touching every inch of her cunt-every muscle, every nerve ending. The beating, the whipping, the humiliation had aroused her to a fever pitch. Even the thought of her cousin watching this, of having the men jerking off around her while their foreman fucked her made Annie gasp with unbridled excitement. Morality, her mother, society, everything faded under the intensity of her arousal.
"Now it's my turn, slut," Jack barked, coming up to her.
Annie didn't move. She couldn't. She stared up at the big man, her eyes unblinking, her pulse rioting as she watched him open his jeans.
Jack's prick was bigger-not in length, but in thickness-almost twice as thick as her cousin's. The shock of seeing that cunt-splitter wagging in front of her made the girl shrink back, her eyes widening even more while her jaw slackened.
"Fuck her good, man, fuck her!" the men were saying.
Some of them had their cocks out, jerking off while others stayed behind, coolly fingering their cocks through their cum-stained jeans. Bobby was coming up to Jack. He put one hand on his shoulder and smiled.
"Why don't we both fuck 'er? She's ripe for a double fuckin', don'tcha think?"
Jack stopped, a smile slowly crossing his lips. He stared down at the confused girl who was trying to understand her cousin's satisfaction. Both fuck her? Both of them fuck her at the same time? They couldn't do that! She couldn't take both men...she was too young, too inexperienced. Annie doubted if most whores would sink to that level-two men fucking at the same time? It was impossible!
"Come on, let's do it," Jack said. Bobby had already pushed down his pants. Annie's eyes flashed from one stud to the other. Jack reached down and pulled her up, roughly brushing off her body. His hands lingered around her pussy, straying over her cunt mound, the tips pressing into the hot flesh. Annie gasped, her jaw slackening the moment two fingers dipped into her tight fuzzy cunthole.
"Whoooo! Hot pussy," Jack whispered, fucking his fingers back and forth, in and out of her clutching hot little cunthole.
"Yeah, man, she don't stop till her cunt's satisfied. Man, it'd take a horse to do that." Bobby said, laughing when he saw the insult had stung his cousin's pride.
"Oh, no, no, don't...not both, not both..." she whimpered.
Jack meanwhile had dropped in front of the girl, shoving his face in her furry pussy. The young girl stiffened, her face registering the incredible surprise and shock at having someone actually touching her cunt with his mouth. Eating her out! She had thought about it, about having a man touching her pussy with his tongue, licking her out. But it had only been fantasy. Again her fantasy was coming true-but true in a way she hadn't dreamed of. She felt his unshaven face scratching her thighs, felt his tongue trailing along the tense, rubbery edges of her outer cunt lips while his mouth made chewing, sucking movements against her pussy-hole. The girl stiffened, throwing her shoulders back, leaning against her cousin. Someone was smoothing his fingers over her tits. She opened her eyes and saw that some of the men had gathered around them. Someone was touching her nipples, squeezing the hard tips while another man was gingerly touching her belly. Bobby flashed them an angry look and they backed off. This was his prize, his cousin, his fuck that he was sharing only with his foreman.
Annie felt her knees trembling, felt her toes curling until they cramped, the tips of her toes pressing hard against the warm ground. It was good, shamelessly good to feel that tongue going round and round her cunt lips, reaming out her pussy, then fucking in and out like a tiny cock. And all the while she felt him sucking her cunt, felt him lapping up her fuck juices as if they were water. The girl felt her pussy spasm, felt her thighs moving in against his cheeks, rubbing against his ears while his hands held her hips so tightly that Annie thought he was bruising her flesh. That sound! That awful, wonderful gurgling sound his mouth was making against her cunt drove her wild! Shivers of delight raced up and down her flesh as the young foreman ate her pussy.
Annie was squeezing her ass-cheeks together, hunching forward as Jack chewed hungrily at her pussy. She loved having this done to her! It was shameful, she knew.
The men were still staring at her, wishing they could be doing this to her. Then she thought of all those hot cocks near her, aching to be touched, to be shoved into her pussy. Hot pricks, inches and inches of throbbing cockmeat near her, wanting to rub against her. The girl snapped her head back, overwhelmed by the thought.
A whore, a mindless silly teenaged whore! That's what she was turning into. Annie felt herself spinning to the very destruction her mother had hoped a trip to the country would prevent. God in heaven help her, she was going to love this.
"UMMMMM!" she moaned.
Behind her she could feel Bobby's cock sliding up and down. His fat prickhead was edging dangerously close to her ass-hole. Both men fucking her at the same time! She doubted Bobby and Jack would be wedging themselves between her thighs. No, someone was going to take her ass, was going to try to fuck his cock up her ass! Some girls did that to satisfy their boyfriends and not worry about getting pregnant. But the thought of having a prick up her ass frightened Annie more than it excited her. She tried twisting away, hunching her pussy harder onto Jack's face.
"MMMFMMFMFFFFFF!" he groaned between her legs.
She loved feeling his front teeth slide that way over her cunt lips! He was mouthing her now, sucking hard while wiggling his tongue rapidly back and forth. Annie thought she was going to go out of her mind. She felt his nose pressing up against her clit, touching her tiny sex spindle, making her think the sky was going to crash down. All the while, his tongue kept fucking in and out, in and out, fucking her while his hands held her legs in place. She was starting to make short, small fucking movements, her hips sliding back and froth, her cunt moving wetly across Jack's face while her ass-cheeks tensed and relaxed rhythmically. She was fucking his tongue, actually fucking his tongue. The thought chilled and heated her at the same time.
"Come on, man, can't take much more of this," Bobby said impatiently.
"Yeah, fuck 'er, and we'll take care of her later," some of the men said, pawing the girl's tits.
Jack put both hands up higher and pulled down while Bobby shoved the girl toward the ground by the shoulders. Annie tried to stay up but it was impossible. Jack was on top of her in a second, her body quickly disappearing under his thick-muscled thighs. Again the girl cried out, curling her fingers into fists and beating them hard against his chest as she felt his cockhead working between her soft thighs. His prick was inching toward her cunt, getting ready to fuck her.
Not again, not this way again! Annie thought, tears squeezing from her eyes as she readied herself for another brutal rape.