Chapter 1
Melissa screamed as the loop of rope cinched tightly around her small wrists. A wiry young boy dressed in ragged overalls threw the loose end of the rope over a barn rafter and yanked down, jerking the little blonde girl's arms high over her head.
"Calvin!" she cried. "Let me go!"
The boy winced and gave the rope another hard yank, lifting Melissa until her toes barely touched the dusty barn floor.
"You call me Cal from now on," he snarled. "I'm no singing chipmunk, and this sure ain't a TV cartoon show!"
"All right, Cal!" she said, gritting her teeth. "You let me go right now, or you'll be in big trouble!"
He gave a snort of angry laughter and yanked on the rope again.
"I'm in trouble already," he said. "You told the teacher that me and Cody was smoking cigarettes behind the baseball backstop."
Melissa's toes left the floor. Her arms strained and her flesh burned beneath the tight rope.
Cal laughed as she began to turn slowly like meat on a spit, dangling helplessly at the end of the rope.
"What a stupid little bitch," Cal growled in contempt.
"You're going to be in a lot worse trouble if you don't let me go!" Melissa sobbed, tears streaming down her smooth cheeks. "My father will call the sheriff! He knows him personally! They'll lock you up and throw the key away!"
Cal's brother Cody stood back, a worried look forming on his freckled face.
"Jeez, Cal-maybe we should let her go."
"No way, little brother! Not till we're stripped her naked and relieved our cocks." Cal was older by a year, the more daring, and the leader of the mischievous pair.
"Wh-what do you mean, relieved your cocks?" Melissa asked with a shiver of fear.
"You'll see," Cal said. "You'll see real soon!"
He laughed wickedly and knotted the loose end of the rope to a rough-hewn timber in the drafty old barn which was on their family farm.
Cal and Cody were both farm boys from a family that had to struggle just to make ends meet. Melissa Brandon lived just down the road, but she came from a different world.
Her father was president of a big chemical company and raised race horses as a hobby. Vance Brandon was surely the richest, and probably the most powerful man in Clay County. His daughter wasn't kidding when she said her daddy could get the boys in real trouble.
But Cal was too angry to think much about that. He had a case of the hots for little Melissa. Cal and his brother Cody were what she and her rich friends called dirt farmers.
Cal walked back from the timber where the rope was tied and glared at her, lips curling into a wicked lewd grin. Then slowly he slid a hand down to unbutton his fly.
Melissa's face paled despite the sharp pain flowing down from her outstretched arms. The pretty, pampered little blonde was a virgin. The simmering sex juices of maturity had just started to course through her veins.
Alone in her room at night she often teased and twiddled her tiny clit, a tender bundle of nerve ends no bigger than a shirt button. She also liked to fondle her budding young tits and twirl her tingling nipples until she climaxed in rapture.
She'd become quite expert at jacking off and fantasized about having real sex with some great-looking guy. But Melissa liked teasing boys and was in no hurry to pick the one she wanted to start fucking with.
Since her lithe young body had first started to ripen, guys from all over Clay County had been chasing after her.
The McCanlon boys weren't even considered. She wanted someone older, richer and wiser. Now Melissa shuddered, swaying at the end of her rope, realizing that what she wanted did not matter anymore. Cal McCanlon was pulling eight inches of throbbing cock through the fly of his ragged overalls.
"You been thinkin' I'm not good enough for you," he said. "Well look at this, baby! Any of them guys you hang out with at the country club ever give you this much?"
"Ungh, no!" Melissa moaned, writhing with pain and shivering in disgust. "Nobody's given me anything! I'm a virgin!"
"No shit?" Cal asked, genuinely surprised. "Cody and me thought you'd been plugged lots of times. You got all them rich older guys sniffing after your cunt all the time. We thought sure at least one a them got his cock into you by now."
"Maybe the whole damn bunch," Cody said. "Never! Not one!"
Melissa winced and sobbed, dropping her head so she would not be tempted to look at the hideous, but still strangely fascinating cock Cal McCanlon stroked hard in his gnarled hand.
"God damn," he said to Cody. "She's still cherry. One of us could be first to rip into her tight little cunt. Show her what you got, Cody. Then we'll let her pick the cock she wants to fuck her first."
"No, please! I don't want to look at either of you."
"Aaawww, shit," Cody said. "Don't you want a big one? My cock's an inch longer than his. I ain't Cal's little brother in all ways."
Melissa kept sobbing, her eyes clamped tightly shut. She shook her pretty blonde head in despair.
"If she ain't gonna pick, I guess we'll have to decide some other way," Cal said.
"How about a high pissing contest?" Cody asked. That was something they often did out in back of the barn when they had to take a piss, strain to see who could spray a mark highest on the wall.
"Sure enough, little brother! The way I gotta piss right now, I could shoot a stream clear over the top of her head."
"We'll see," Cody said doubtfully. "Right now I'm gonna wet her pussy."
The younger boy pissed a yellow stream that splattered the front of Melissa's short skirt. The wet heat soaked through to her panties and then through to her skin.
"Aaagggh!" she groaned, jerking and twisting, starting to sway in an arc.
"Kinda hard to hit a moving target," Cal said with a shrug, "but here goes!"
He strained and pissed higher, splattering hot, foul smelling piss on the front of her frilly white blouse.
The stinking yellow stain molded the cloth to her tits, cupcake-size cones so trim and firm that her nipples seemed to thrust toward her chin. Melissa writhed and squirmed, screaming in horror as piss drenched her clothes.
Cal angled his cock higher and sprayed her face, mixing his rank yellow piss with her bright salty tears. Melissa sputtered and started to scream, but then caught the foul taste of piss and clamped her mouth tightly shut.
"First time I seen her with nothing nasty to say about us dirt farmers," Cal said. He kept pissing high, drenching Melissa's long blonde hair as the twirling rope turned her back toward w him.
Cody strained as his stream of piss weakened but he could not shoot higher than the tip of her quivering chin. Melissa shuddered and moaned. She felt sick to her stomach when forced to give up holding her breath and suck in the stench of their hot piss.
"I guess you get to go first," Cody said with a shrug.
"Yeah, boy-and I can't wait to see this little bitch naked!" Cal came forward with his drained cock still hanging out. He snagged a hand in the front of Melissa's drenched blouse and yanked down.
Coarse rope chafed her bound wrists and sent fiery shocks of pain racing down both arms. She sobbed and squirmed in seething disgust. Cal ripped her blouse wide open then reached around her back and broke the clasp of her lacy white bra.
"Oooh, no!" the girl wailed as her perky little tits burst free.
"Well," Cal; said, prolonging the word. "If I'm gonna be locked up, it ain't gonna be for pissing on you, bitch! I'm gonna bloody your cherry cunt. Then Cody's gonna fuck you while I ream your ass. And then you're gonna get down on your knees and suck both our dirty cocks!'
Cal laughed at Melissa's sick look of fear and cringing horror. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her skirt and yanked down, ripping it off. Then Cal snagged a hand in her silky white panties and gave another cruel yank.
Melissa made a wrenching motion, trying to drop her hands to cover her naked pussy-mound. The trim, supple little dome was just starting to sprout hair.
Cody stared at her naked, lightly frizzed cunt.
"Please," Melissa begged him. "Don't fuck me. Let me go now and I won't tell anyone what you've done to me."
"Hhhmmm," Cal said thoughtfully. "You won't tell that I felt your little tits?"
He clamped his hands on her jutting tits and kneaded them roughly.
"Aaaggghhh! No, I won't tell if you stop right now!"
"What if I wiggle a finger into your cunt?"
"Hunnngh! All right, as long as you don't really fuck me!"
"What if I was to stick my finger up your ass?" Cody chimed in.
"Nungh, that would be awful! B-b-but I won't tell. Not if I'm still a virgin when you let me go."
"Gonna be hard to do that," Cal said. "The way your slinky little cunt squiggles and squirms around my finger makes me want to ram my cock in."
"N-n-no, please! Unnnhhh! Ohhhh, my God! You're making me cum!"
Cal's cunt-teasing finger made her go wild.
Cody flashed an excited smile and reached between her legs. He wet his long middle finger with honey Cal had stirred from her clenching pussy-slit.
"Yeee-yowwww! Ungh!" Melissa wrenched and moaned, caught between two thrusting fingers, one in her heated wet cunt, the other deep in her tight little ass.
Exquisite shocks of lewd pleasure jangled her nerves, fanning out to her fingers and toes. She hated the boys and what they were doing, but that did not stop her instinctive responses.
Wild twisting and jerking in the spasms of climax ground the rough rope deeper into her delicate wrists. Thin trickles of blood started to wind down her raised arms, but Melissa was too deep in climax to feel the pain.
A full minute passed in mind-blanking spasms of eerie bliss. Melissa had orgasmed many times with her own teasing fingertips, but that was nothing like what the two boys did to her.
"Hhhooo," she sighed, blinking and bleary-eyed as the last rippling tremors subsided. "Now let me go, please?"
"Gee, Melissa-I'd like to, but feeling your hot little cunt convulse made my cock so damn hard. Look at it."
Melissa let her curious blue eyes flash down. His cock looked like some kind of cruel beast with a mind of its own, twitching and pulsing with rampant desire.
"Mine's harder than his," Cody said. "Your ass-hole is so tight, it nearly strangled my finger. I can't wait to feel it wringing my cock!"
"N-n-no, please. I know I've been a little bitch b-b-but I haven't done anything bad enough to deserve this."
"Hell you haven't! We got our asses whipped when they found out we took our dad's cigarettes."
Melissa felt desperate. The thing she feared most was going through life knowing she'd been fucked the first time by a lowly dirt farmer. Her mother said a girl never forgets her first time.
"All right," she sobbed. "Whip my ass if you want, but please don't stick those awful cocks in me!"
Cal and Cody exchanged sly glances and grinned at each other. Things were going just as they planned. They were both afraid to fuck Melissa now that they knew she was still cherry. She'd tell her father if they did, and he would raise all kinds of hell. But they still wanted to shame her, scare the shit out of her, and get even for all she'd done to them.
They were all in the same grade at school. Cal was a year older than the other two, but he'd been held back once. When Melissa heard that, she told her friends.
Cal and his brother weren't really ugly. Someone casting a movie would have thought they were perfect for the roles of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. They had that impish look, but now it had turned mean.
"Get the paddles," Cal told his younger brother.
"Yeah! I can't wait to give her cute little ass a good whack!"
Cody went to get two wooden canoe paddles they had specially prepared. Each boy carved his name deep into one of the paddle blades. But Cal and Cody were carved backward, like writing held up to a mirror.
Cal took his paddle and fanned the air just inches from her sparsely-haired pussy-mound. Melissa cringed and jerked back, still puzzled by the carving on the paddle blades.
"What's the matter?" Cal asked when he saw her tight look of fear. "Change your mind? Would you rather fuck than get your ass paddled?"
"Nnnooo," she sobbed. "I don't want you to fuck me."
"Then what do you want."
"I want my ass paddled!" Melissa moaned. "Say it louder."
"I want my ass paddled!"
"Okay, baby. Just remember, you asked for it!"
Cal swung his paddle like a baseball bat. The broad blade whacked her ass with a loud crack, and then both boys could see their careful wood carving had worked just as planned. In the center of a fiery red welt blazed across one ass-cheek they could see Cal as though it was written in white ink.
"Let me brand her other ass-cheek," Cody said anxiously, holding his paddle cocked back and ready to swing.
Melissa sobbed, gritting her teeth, not wanting to cry and give them the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt.
"Wh-what do you mean, brand my ass?"
"You'll see," Cal promised. "You'll see real soon!"
As she whirled with her back toward him, Cody took a swing that would have knocked a baseball clear out of a park. This time Melissa could not stay silent. She let out a loud wail, spinning from the force of the blow.
Cody saw his name in stark white on her red ass-cheek as she spun around sobbing.
"You're marked now, baby," Cal said. "Your ass belongs to us!"
"W-w-what do you mean?"
Hearing that she'd been marked sent icy shivers up Melissa's spine despite the rising heat of her painful welts.
"I'll show you, sweetheart," Cal said. He took another hard swing with his paddle and printed Cal on her belly just above her pussy-mound.
She howled, tossing her head and swirling her long golden hair. It was half a minute before Melissa could open her tightly shut eyes. Then she looked down and saw Cal's name blazoned across the top of her cunt-mound.
"Oooh, no!"
Melissa had seen cattle branded. This looked and felt much the same. Sharp, hot pain burned into the depths of her pussy. The sleek walls of her virgin pussy seethed and simmered up a fresh flow of musky cunt-juice.
Cody blazed his name across one smoothly tapered thigh. Cal hit the other and grinned as the girl bucked and whirled in writhing agony.
"Let's mark her little tits, too," Cal said with a vicious smirk.
"Nnnooo!"
"It's that or get fucked," Cody warned. "Bastards! All right, beat me to death. I don't care!"
They laughed and swung at her tits from opposite sides. Melissa screamed and sobbed, burned by the flashing hot pain and tortured even more by having two nasty names branded all over her most personal places.
"You must feel real hot by now," Cal said. "Y-y-yes!"
"Want something to soothe your skin!"
"What? she asked warily, suspicious of anything the boys might offer.
"A lotion," Cody said.
"Oh, yes! That would feel so good right now!"
"No catch," Cal said with a slyly innocent grin. "It's just that your hands are tied, so we'll have to rub it in."
"Rub it all over your body," Cody added.
She dreaded the thought of them touching her, running their rough, calloused hands all over her body, but Melissa was desperate for anything to dull the pain of her blazing welts and thought a soothing lotion might help.
"All right," she sobbed wearily. "But you can only touch you with your hands, not your awful cocks!"
"Hey," Cody said as though deeply offended. "We aren't going to fuck you, and you aren't going to tell what we did."
"We aren't going to fuck you this time," Cal said sharply. "You make trouble for us, call us dumb farmers or do anything else we don't like-then you get it, little girl! You get it good!"
"I won't do anything wrong," she wailed. "Now please, rub me with lotion like you promised. My skin feels like it's on fire!"
"We're gonna take care of that right away!" Cal said, fisting his throbbing hot prick, pumping it hard and fast with his gnarled hand. Cody was doing the same, hand-jacking his cock while smiling into her startled blue eyes.
Melissa gawked in shock, both sickened and excited by the sight of two smirking boys staring at her while they jacked off.
"W-w-why are you whipping your cocks?" she asked fearfully. "You swore not to fuck me! My daddy will kill you both if you do!"
"Relax. We're just warming the lotion."
Cody smiled and kept stroking his awesome cock.
"Y-y-you're not going to-"
"Oh, yeah, we sure are! We're gonna cum all over you."
"Then we're gonna rub our jism into every pore," Cody added.
"Gonna be nice having our hands slip and slide all over that luscious body of yours."
Melissa cringed and started the rope swaying again. She shut her eyes to stop the flood of tears and clenched her small fists in sullen rage.
Being tightly bound, her arms stretched high over her head, Melissa could feel her fingers getting numb and cold. But the rest of her body tingled with an odd kind of anticipation.
Melissa had let a few boys she really liked feel her tits through her blouse and bra. And she'd let one put a hand under her skirt to finger her hot wet cunt through her panties. It was exciting for her, and fun when she made them stop. They almost went crazy.
But it did no good to tell Cal and Cody to stop. They ignored her threats and laughed at her sorrowful pleadings. The McCanlon kids were going to rub jism all over her.
She shivered and felt her skin start to tingle, part from shame and seething disgust, part from delighted anticipation. When their anxious young cocks started squirting, Melissa let out a thin scream.
Hot globs of sticky cum splattered her soft cunt-hair. Melissa's pussy pulsed and surged as the heat of their vile cum seeped into her.
Gushing spurts shot high enough to warm her shivering little tits. She could feel the white slime dribble down and bead on her nipples like dangling pearls. Melissa began to moan, imagining four hands gliding all over her body.
But then the barn door swung wide and glaring light filled the big room. The boys' mother, Amanda McCanlon, stood framed in the doorway, blinking in horrified disbelief.