Chapter 1
Cyndi Dorn was not looking forward to her visit to the Dorn Ranch. School was out, and she had the whole summer to spend in the city. But Daddy wanted her to come to Texas to visit her cousins. Normally, of course, her pouting or whining would get her out of anything she didn't want to do, but she had been surprised to find it didn't work this time.
She hadn't seen her cousins in several years. They had lived close together when they were kids and had gotten along okay Heather Dorn, Cyndi remembered, had been very popular, especially with the boys. Heather would just shake her thick mane of black hair or slyly wink her bright-blue eyes, and the guys came running. And even in grade school, Heather had been more developed in a female way than her classmates.
Cyndi considered her cousin a bit trampy. Cyndi's own popularity was due to Daddy's money. She was Daddy's only little girl and spoiled rotten.
Cyndi had grown into a tall girl, just under five-ten. She had long blonde hair that she carefully kept tied up and back. It gave her an aloof, almost cold look. Her emerald green eyes added to the haughty, insolent aura she wanted. She generally intimidated all the guys she met. Cyndi didn't have much use for guys, anyway. No, she often told herself, she was above all the disgusting things that some of her friends bragged about.
Cyndi was a virgin, and proud of it.
"Hey, space cadet, Earth is calling," a cheerful voice said.
Cyndi was standing next to her luggage at the terminal glancing to her left, she saw two people approaching her. She immediately recognized Heather. Her cousin had really filled out since grade school! A tight halter top barely concealed Heather's big tits, and the thin material seemed in danger of being punctured by her pointed nipples. She might as well have worn no top at all, Cyndi thought disapprovingly. And the faded jeans that looked painted on were inches below her exposed navel. Cyndi couldn't believe anyone she knew would ever wear such an outfit in public.
Cyndi didn't recognize the guy with her cousin. He was just over six feet tall with black boots, a mangy pair of jeans, and a red tank top that showed off his darkly tanned arms and shoulders. He also wore a leather cowboy hat with a blue feather in front. Dark eyes stared at Cyndi from his hard, tanned face.
"Hey, Cuz, howya been?" Heather exclaimed, giving Cyndi an enthusiastic hug. "You've really shot up there since I saw you last."
Cyndi was a bit taken back by her cousin's aggressive greeting.
Laughing, Heather put her hands on her hips, thrust out her tits and asked: "Do I look like I've grown any?"
Embarrassed, the blonde girl nodded.
"Hey," drawled the guy with Heather, looking at Cyndi's dark blouse and skirt. "Why does she dress like she's going to a convent?"
"Oh, eat your shorts," Heather chided him, playfully hitting his arm. "This is Billy. He worked with Derrick and another guy at the ranch."
Derrick was Heather's older brother. There was, Cyndi recalled, a younger sister named Lisa.
Pointing to the suitcases, Heather told Billy: "Get those and put them in the truck, so we can be going."
"Okay, but I'll need the keys," Billy said, smiling mischievously.
The set of keys hung from the low waistband at the front of Heather's jeans. Billy thrust his right hand deep inside Heather's pants to retrieve them. The cowboy pushed his fingers down and left them there for several seconds as his hand pressed against Heather's lower belly. When he finally pulled the keys out, he put them between his teeth, but not before licking the metal ring. His dark eyes glared wickedly at Cyndi as he reached for her suitcases. She turned away, blushing.
"Oh, don't mind him," Heather said quickly, pulling her cousin toward the parking lot, "he's just in heat, as usual. C'mon, we're going to have lots of fun this summer. Trust me!"
During the long trip out to the ranch, Cyndi began to feel more and more uncomfortable. She had the strange feeling that Heather and Billy were sharing some secret joke at her expense. Once, when she was looking out the window, she thought Billy had put one of his hands between Heather's legs, but she wasn't sure.
As they finally pulled into a long lane leading to a large ranch house, Heather admitted: "Yeah, we're kinda far from town. But then there's no one to bother you. You know what I mean?"
"Not yet, she doesn't," Billy whispered, just loud enough for the blonde girl to hear.
Heather gave Billy a quick slap on the leg but didn't say anything.
The truck stopped in front of a large brick house. But before Cyndi could even get out of the pick-up, two of the biggest dogs she had ever seen charged out from the yard. Both dogs leaped up against the door and barked wildly. Automatically, Cyndi screamed, covered her head and leaned away from the door. She was terrified of big dogs. Billy quickly got out of the driver's side and went around to the animals, grabbing their collars and puffing them down.
Heather had put her arm around the blonde and comforted her. "Hey, honey, that's just Prince and King. They wouldn't hurt you. At least, not as long as you're with us."
After Billy had pulled the dogs out of sight, the girls got out of the truck. Heather wanted Cyndi to see the house and its other occupants.
There wasn't anyone in the front rooms, so they~ ended up at the pool behind the house. Two guys and Heather's younger sister were sunbathing. Derrick, Heather's brother, stood and walked toward them as they came from the house. He was six-six, maybe seven, deeply tanned, and quite muscular. He bad a head full of dark curly hair and the same blue eyes as Heather. Smiling, he affected Cyndi strangely.
She felt somehow excited and fearful of him, but she couldn't pin down exactly why. Derrick extended a huge hand to her.
"Hello, Cyndi. We've been looking forward to your visit~ How's your father?"
"Oh, he's fine. Do you know him well?" Cyndi seemed taken aback by Derrick. She wondered how well he knew her father.
"Yes, we have mutual business from time to time," Derrick told her, gently leading her to the others. "It was his idea that you come here, wasn't it?"
Cyndi nodded, wondering what had been said about her.
The other guy at the pool watched Derrick and Cyndi approach. Derrick introduced him as Tom; he and Billy were the ranch's two hired hands. When Tom stood up, he was almost as tall as Derrick. He had a sleek, easy way of moving that made him seem cat-like. He looked too cocky or sure of himself to suit Cyndi. Tom's body was as tanned as Derrick's, but he looked stronger and somehow meaner. He stared openly at Cyndi for several seconds, then turned to Derrick.
"So this Amazon is your cousin? Great, I like a lotta woman in a single tail."
"So, what the fuck am I, chopped ham?"
The voice had called from behind the two guys. Cyndi glanced around them to see a slim, petite teenager-Heather's sister, Lisa. Lisa was just under five feet tall and had smaller tits than her sister. But, for someone her age, she had developed a nice set of tits. And since she wasn't even wearing a top to her bathing suit, it was very easy to judge them.
Like Cyndi, Lisa had long blonde hair, but the younger girl's hair was not tied up. It fell down on her shoulders and along her back. Her young, fight tummy was splendidly displayed in the tiniest bikini bottom Cyndi had ever seen. The swimsuit looked more like a pair of blue vinyl panties, and there were small tufts of golden pussy hair peeking out the edges.
"Damn broad looks like a fucking horse to me," Lisa said with a sneer.
"Now, Lisa, behave yourself," Derrick warned good-naturedly, "or I'm going to have to punish you."
"Is that a promise, big brother?" the teenager teased, turning and wiggling her tightly clad ass.
But when Derrick playfully moved toward her, his kid sister leaped into the pool, squealing.
Everyone laughed. Except Cyndi, who really didn't think the little tramp had any proper breeding at all. And Cyndi had thought Heather was awful! Lisa was much worse.
Cyndi was aware that Derrick had been watching her with special interest, and it was beginning to make the blonde visitor uneasy. Finally, Derrick turned to the other guys.
"Tom, you and Billy go out and make sure everything is shut down for the night."
Immediately, both young men left to do as they were told. Derrick then turned to his youngest sister, who was climbing out of the pool.
"Get Heather and go down to the basement. The rest of us will be down there soon."
There was a strange kind of excitement in the younger girl's eyes as she nodded to her brother and went inside the house. When Lisa passed Cyndi, she gave her cousin a mocking, haunting look that frightened the tall blonde.
"Did your father ever tell you anything about what we do here?" Derrick asked Cyndi.
"Not really," Cyndi replied, feeling uncomfortable being alone with her handsome cousin. "He said you trained animals. I guessed you train them for shows or as security pets or something like that."
Derrick smiled mysteriously. "It's a bit more complicated than that. You see, in addition to horses and canines, there are more exotic pets. And the more exotic the beast, the more exotic the training. King and Price are our prizes, though. They even help in the training at times. There are people who have some very eccentric requirements for their animals, requirements that are not necessarily made public. Your father, for instance."
"My father?" Cyndi seemed confused.
"My father doesn't own an animal."
Derrick smiled strangely. "No, but he will. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to put some more clothes on."
Derrick went into the house, leaving the tall girl alone at the pool. Cyndi felt uneasy. Why was she here? She had nothing in common with these people, especially the two sisters. Both of them acted like whores.
"It's time you saw our basement. We have a lot of work to do," Derrick called from the house.
He had put on some jeans and a shirt. His confident, knowing look disquieted his young cousin as he slowly walked over to her. Instinctively, the girl felt a strong impulse to run, but Derrick stared at her in his uncompromising way. Without knowing why, Cyndi was suddenly afraid ,of going to the basement.
Her cousin's powerful right hand was suddenly on her arm, pulling her into the house.
"Ow! Don't be so rough," Cyndi complained, stumbling alongside her huge cousin. "Who do you think I am?"
"I know exactly who and what you are Cyndi," Derrick told her mockingly.
Then, holding her roughly, he led her through the kitchen to the doorway at the top of the basement steps. Cyndi had no choice, so she went down the stairs.
The basement was large but contained only a few pieces of furniture. A couch and two easy chairs formed a semi-circle at the center of the room. There was also a small wooden stool near the couch. The floor was covered with bright tile, except in front of the chairs and couch, where a large blue mat had been placed. Cyndi noticed that several chains hung from the beams above the mat.
In one corner of the room, a tall brown case contained several whips, straps, and some animal collars. In another corner, a doorway led into a room that Cyndi couldn't see. There was a light in the other room, and Cyndi thought she saw shadows moving inside. The basement also had a cleaning stall, undoubtedly for washing the animals.
Derrick led his cousin to the center of the room. He then pointed to the small wooden stool. There were several leather loops attached to the seat and at the bottoms of the legs.
"Sit there," Derrick ordered.
Cyndi frowned, thinking how much more comfortable the couch and chairs looked. Her cousin, however, didn't look as if he wanted to debate the matter. Reluctantly, Cyndi sat down on the stool.
Immediately, Derrick grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. Cyndi heard two clicks and felt leather manacles closed around her wrists. Instinctively, she pulled at the locks.
She found she couldn't move her hands! Derrick reached down and pulled her ankles back also, locking them to the legs of the stool. CyndI was trapped on the stool. Her legs were pulled apart and the tension on her arms pushed her tits upward.
"What is this? Let me go!" Cyndi screamed, twisting and pulling at her bonds.
Derrick stood silently behind her and began removing some of the pins that held the girl's long blonde hair in a tight bun.
"Let me go immediately! I demand it!" the tall captive shouted, trying to turn and face her cousin.
Derrick silently continued removing the pins, freeing the frantic girl's long soft golden strands so that they flowed down her back. He pulled his fingers through them, obviously pleased by the length and texture. He ran his hand through the delicate yellow mane and began stroking Cyndi's face with it. Then, without warning, his fist twisted in the hair and painfully puI1ed his cousin's head back, holding It directly under his face. He stared coldly at the beautiful, frightened girl who looked up at him with terror. He bent over her so that his face was just inches from hers.
"You will learn to obey as you have never imagined possible," he growled, turning his fist and pulling her hair even tighter. "Kiss me, you pretty little bitch."
Cyndi shook her head wildly, tears starting to flow down her cheeks. "N-no, please! What have I done to you?" she pleaded.
His hand pulled tighter, the grip threatening to snap her fragile neck. Weakly, she closed her eyes and opened her lips, readying herself.
"Open your eyes!" he commanded angrily, yanking on her hair.
Instantly Cyndi obeyed. Her green eyes and their long lashes shone wetly, the tears soaking her cheeks. Grinning savagely, Derrick closed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue deeply past her soft, helpless lips. There was nothing gentle about the violation. It was savage and lustful. Finally, not even realizing it, Cyndi began to squirm up against him. Her tongue began to come alive against his. With his free hand, Derrick tore open Cyndi's blouse and brutally caressed her bra-covered tits. The thin bra was a lacy silk piece of underwear that Cyndi had never intended anyone else to see, let alone touch. Derrick's hand ripped the fragile material and pulled it off the terrified girl, exposing her tits.
"You won't need this, now," he laughed, pulling his mouth from hers so he could savor the delicious sight of her big firm tits peeking from beneath the torn blouse.
His palm pressed painfully against her left tit, flattening it against her chest. Then he pulled her tit outward while using his other, hand to pull her hair even harder in the opposite direction. Then his fingers pinched brutally at the hardened nipple of his cousin's tit. Again, he pressed his mouth against hers.
Cyndi's head was so tightly held, she couldn't even shake it or turn away. A thousand seemingly terrible things began happening to the young girl's body as it was handled so harshly. She pushed her nails into her palms, trying to fight the sensations that were beginning to control her. She could feel her belly heave and her pussy start to become damp and warm. Her lips pressed themselves against his as her sensitive tits were squeezed and kneaded harshly. She tried to convince herself that she was only acting out of terror, being too afraid to resist.
Then Derrick abruptly pulled away from her, taking his hand from inside her torn blouse and holding his face inches above hers.
"Damn," he said, almost with admiration. "You're already hot for it."
"No! No'! I'm not, it's not true!" Cyndi cried, turning her face from his knowing gaze. She shuddered, hearing him laugh.
"No matter" he said, loosening his grip on her hair and running both hands along her neck and across her shoulders., "By the time we're done with you, you'll beg for it."
"Never," Cyndi claimed, trying to sound braver and more confident than she felt.
Then she heard the basement door open behind her. She felt a spark of hope. Maybe the others had come to release her from this madness.