Chapter 3
Ginger lay curled in her bed, her knees drawn tightly to her chin. One tear escaped from her eyes, moistening her long blonde lashes. This was to have been a relaxing vacation. Her mother had told her what a wonderful time she would have on her uncle's farm. Fucked! Raped! Beaten! The fun, such as it was, had all been her cousin's.
"Oh God, God, help me!"
The sound of a car driving up shook the girl from her tormenting thoughts. Pushing her long hair back, Ginger rose from the bed and looked out of the window. Peering down through the lace curtains, she saw her uncle driving his pickup to the door. No! Oh God! They weren't going to leave her alone! "Aunt Helen!"
Ginger raced from her room, her hand steadying herself as she rushed down the curving stairs to the living room. Her aunt was just placing a hat on her head. She turned around and smiled at Ginger. She seemed completely oblivious to the girl's obvious panic.
"Oh, Ginger, I'm so glad to see you're up. I was going to wake you, but I felt you needed your rest."
Aunt Helen glanced up at the wall clock and clicked her tongue.
"Oh dear, we're late, I'm 'fraid."
"Late? Where are you going?" Ginger asked in a panic.
"Oh dear, we just won't make it in time! That frets me so. And you know how your uncle gets when he's late for anything!"
Aunt Helen wasn't listening to her. Ginger dropped her arms in despair, feeling a cold chill of terror rush through her. Looking around, she found no sign of her cousin Billy.
"Don't worry about being left alone here, dear. Billy's just outside working on some equipment in the barn."
"Here?" Ginger replied in a weak voice.
"There, there, I know he can be a little intimidating. But he's really a sweet boy."
The beeping sound of the horn made Aunt Helen's face freeze in disapproval.
"I do wish he'd stop doing that whenever I'm talking. It's so annoying. We're off to a church meeting, dear. We'll be back after ten. Enjoy your rest."
Aunt Helen blew her a kiss before disappearing through the rear door.
Ginger wanted to rush to her aunt, wrap her arms around her and beg her to stay, or at least, let her go to the meeting. Instead, Ginger did nothing, she simply stood there and watched her aunt and uncle drive away. Behind them, a swirl of dust hid the departing pickup truck, and in a moment they were gone, leaving her completely alone. Billy, she knew, had seen his parents drive away. He would approach her now, he would want to rape her again. Desperately, the girl looked around for something to defend herself with. The knives in the drawer! Quickly, Ginger rushed to the cabinet, and pulled open the center drawer. There was a variety of cutting knives lying neatly side by side.
Her lips turned up in a thin smile. Billy wouldn't dare touch her if she threatened him with violence.
Just as Ginger gripped the longest of the cutting knives she heard the distinct heavy sound of his boots over the outside gravel. Ginger pulled the knife from the drawer. There were the sounds of him crossing the porch, then the outer screen door opening. Ginger felt something like triumph when Billy walked into the kitchen and stopped, his eyes on the knife.
"So, you're fuckin' around with shivs, eh? You'd better be careful with that thing. Could get hurt."
He wiped one hand across his forehead, sneering at her as if she had nothing to defend herself with. This wasn't the attitude Ginger had expected to find. It unnerved her.
"Don't touch me, Billy. I won't let you do to me what you did last time."
"Come on, baby, why don't you say the word. You didn't like gettin' fucked last time?" Billy said, sneering at the last words.
He began moving toward her. Ginger tensed, holding the knife away from her and pointing the sharpened tip at her cousin. Billy relaxed again. "No!"
"That's a fuckin' lie. You were so hot you cried when I stuck my cock in."
"No! That's a lie! I didn't! I didn't!" Ginger shouted.
"Come on, Ginger, we're gonna have us some good hot playtime. That's what you want, ain't it? You wanna get some good stiff cockmeat into you. That's gonna make you more cooperative."
"No. You stay away from me!"
Billy began circling the table, curling his fingers, laughing at her with his eyes. She turned slowly keeping the blade always pointed at him.
"You-you-"
Billy's right hand shot out quickly, his fingers clamping down around Ginger's wrist. She screamed, the knife wavering in her hand for a moment, then dropping to the floor.
"Bitch! Trying to stop me with that? I'm gonna teach you a lesson that's gonna make you think twice before fuckin' around with me again!"
"No, owwwwww!"
Billy had her by the wrist, twisting it around until Ginger thought he was going to break her arm. Her knees buckled and she sank to the floor, moaning in pain as Billy's fingers bruised her flesh. Again, she caught sight of the knife, but there was no way she could get hold of it. He knocked her against the kitchen table with one knee, the back of her head striking one of the legs. Billy brought one boot down swiftly into her belly, kicking in hard.
"Ooooooff!"
Ginger let out a whoosh of air, the pain from her belly searing her brain. Doubling over and falling, the young teen rolled onto her tummy. She brought her hands around to her stomach, rubbing the bruised, inflamed area.
"No, stop-oh, not again, not-"
"Yes, again and again and again, 'til you get it right. You're gonna be my fuckin' slave around here, understand? When I say 'fuck!' you're gonna get them legs up and lemme do my thing."
"Never! Never!"
Billy smiled. "We're gonna see 'bout that."
Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of Ginger's hair, pulling on it. The girl yelped, coming back to life quickly. He was dragging her by the hair toward the kitchen door.
Ginger struggled, trying to get back on her feet, but he pulled continually and hard, making that impossible. She slid backward on the tiled floor, her legs kicking out and striking the stove and refrigerator. Behind her, Ginger could hear the screen door opening.
"Outside, slut!"
He dragged her down the porch stairs, her ass-cheeks shivering over the wooden steps and finally striking the graveled courtyard. Pebbles and pieces of stone worked under the leg bands of her panties, brushing up against her ass-hole and cunt.
Ginger let out another howl, her eyes blurring with tears. Billy was pulling her like a half-dead animal toward the barn. The double wooden doors yawned open ominously. She struggled, her sandals slipping from her feet while her shorts ripped under the constant friction with the gravel. Billy said nothing, grunting at times, then finally hauling her into the barn. Only after he had bumped her ass savagely over the doorway did he let go, kicking the doors shut and bolting them.
Ginger lay exhausted on the hay-strewn floor, panting, trying to regain her breath. Her left leg was skinned badly from all the struggling against the gravel. Billy kicked her lightly on the ass, then scooped her from the floor, holding the frightened teen at arm's length.
"Got your first lesson already, baby. You impressed?"
Ginger stared into his dark eyes, feeling as if she were looking into the depths of hell. She said nothing, her body shaking with fear.
"Yeah. You learned. And you're gonna learn a whole hell of a lot more before I'm through with you."
"No, no, please, don't," she said in a small voice.
"Don't have to worry about nothin'. OP Billy's gonna take care of you real good."
"Oh, God, help me!"
Billy guided her forward, holding her by the wrist until they stopped by one of the many unoccupied stalls.
"Come on, baby, come on. We're gonna fuck, and fuck hard!"
"Billy!"
He knocked her down with one blow, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
Ginger cringed, watching as the ominous bulge in his pants grew longer and longer.
Reaching in his pocket, the boy pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapping one out and watching her shiver under his steady, hard gaze.
"This is gonna be lots of fun-just you'n me."
He lit the cigarette, blowing a circle of smoke around Ginger's head. She coughed, turning her head away. The acrid smell of the burning cigarette offended her. Billy shoved the cigarette in his mouth, then reached down and curled his fingers around her white blouse. There was a tearing sound and the sensation of two buttons striking her cheek. The blouse ripped open, hanging like a useless rag on her shoulders.
Immediately, Ginger drew her hands to her tits. It was another useless gesture. Billy knocked her fingers away, tearing her bra open, then stepping back and admiring her full, high-riding tits. In spite of herself, Ginger felt her nipples starting to tingle. She flushed beet-red. Billy saw her nipples growing excited as well, and smiled knowingly.
"Now the shorts. You gonna take 'em off, or am I gonna have to strip 'em?"
Ginger shuddered, sliding her thumbs under her briefs and shoving them down. Billy indicated with a gesture that her panties were to go as well. Wishing she could die, Ginger finished taking off her clothes, laying them down neatly to one side. Billy pulled the cigarette from his mouth slowly, blowing a stream of blue gray smoke into her face. She coughed once more, choking on the stinging air.
"Now, shit flower, we're gonna see just what you like."
Billy was bending down, both knees on her thighs in a moment. His weight felt as if it were crushing her bones. Ginger lay back on the hay, staring up at her sadistic cousin. He had the cigarette down by her left inner thigh now, only two inches above the stretched tendon. The glowing tip was starting to redden her skin. When Ginger started whimpering, Billy reached down and grabbed her wadded panties.
"This'll stop your fuckin' moanin'. "
Shoving the cigarette back in his mouth once more, Billy pushed the panties past Ginger's front teeth, wadding them tightly down in her throat and threatening her with more beating if she tried to take them out. Then he went back to moving the burning tobacco over her flesh, watching as the ashes left a dark pink line on her skin. A little sob slipped past the spit-soaked panty-gag in Ginger's mouth. Her eyes widened as she waited for the inevitable burning pain.
"Nice and red. You know, your cunt's that way when it gets real hot!"
"Ohhhhhhh-"
Ginger's heart pounded. Her ass-cheeks tensed, the crease between her buttocks glistening with sweat. She tensed, waiting for the inevitable shock of pain from the cigarette. He touched the tip of it to her skin.
She shook, her head snapping back. A low growl escaped from her lips. Determined not to let out a sound, Ginger held back the scream. She chewed down on the panties stuffed in her mouth as Billy dragged the cigarette farther and farther up her leg. She could feel the agony now much more as he let the cigarette linger in certain spots. There were times when she thought he would burn a hole right through her leg. Another stifled sob escaped from around the panty gag.
"Oh! Oh!"
He naked legs thrashed against the hay, small pieces of stubble scratching her cunt and ass-hole. Billy pulled the cigarette away from her thighs, took another puff, then let it drop back down to her legs once again. Ginger jumped, her head snapping to one side and her nostrils flaring with the pain. Curling her toes, the young teen moaned. Billy was pleased with her reaction.
"That's good, baby, real good. I dig seein' you twist around like that."
The line of hot, searing pain moved closer and closer to her cunt. With a whispering crackle, the first curly hairs on her pussylips burned. Singeing hair added to the smell of the burning tobacco. Again and again, Ginger hoped she would pass out from the pain. But still she remained conscious, struggling against the burning agony of that trailing cigarette.
"That's good. You really dig this. Most girls are yellin' their heads off. But you like it."
He started humming a country and western song. He removed the burning cigarette from her belly, puffed on it, then dropped it directly between her swelling cunt lips. The shock made her open her mouth and scream into the spit-soaked panties.
"Aaaagh!"
The cords stood out on her neck. Struggling upward, Ginger beat her fists against Billy's hand, trying to knock the cigarette from his fingers. He laughed at her move, holding the hot butt away from her for a while, then bringing it down to her pussy once again. This time, Billy knocked his hand hard against her chin, sending the teen crashing back to the floor.
The agonizing touch of the smoldering tobacco against her cunt brought Ginger around. Screams and moans escaped from her gagged mouth while her arms beat savagely in all directions. With a tearing pain in her throat, her breath went out. No, no, she could no longer stand the pain! Please, God, please, let me die now! she thought, as the juices from her pussy began putting out the fire. In a moment, the cinders were hard and black, extinguished by the teen's own juices.
Billy looked down in surprise, then smiled. "Man, you're hot, baby. You put this out with your fuckin' cunt-juice."
He brought one hand down to her pussy, rubbing his knuckles heavily over her cunt. In spite of the pain, Ginger responded to the touch, her knees jerking up, then flopping back down to the floor.
"Yeah, real hot, hot enough to burn up this cigarette, I bet."
Ginger lay back limp, sobbing. She lay there as Billy threw the cigarette away, straddling her body.
"And all that shit with the knives. You dig that, huh? You thought you were gonna carve me up for dinner or somethin', huh?"
He reached down, grabbing her chin between one thumb and forefinger. Ginger winced, feeling the pressure turn into savage pain. For a moment, the girl thought he was going to shatter her jawbone just with those long, thick fingers of his.
"No!"
"Yeah, just party-play," he snarled, throwing her back to the floor. "I'm gonna show you somethin' about party-play. You don't try nothin' like that 'less I let you."
Billy bent down, grabbing Ginger by the arm, and hauled her to a standing position. The young teen swayed from side to side, fighting for balance. Billy led her from the stall, deeper into the bowels of the large, cavernous barn. Ginger stumbled, her tits slapping together while juice continued to run in tiny rivers from her pussy. She was so ashamed, stumbling around like this, stark naked, dragged about by her cousin.