Chapter 4
'This-this is crazy!"
Billy had pulled the gag from her mouth before draping her over a saddle bench. It was something like a sawhorse, several nubs driven into the main A-frame assembly where saddles were once hung. He told her gruffly to spread her legs and bring her toes up against its wooden legs. It was then he produced two lengths of half-inch line, bending down and looping one of them around her right ankle and the saddle horse leg.
"No, baby, just fun."
Billy finished cinching the rope around one ankle, then moved to the other, securing the line with a double figure-eight knot.
Ginger pushed herself up, twisting her head and looking down her long white thighs. The ropes were pinching her flesh, making her wince. Billy reached up and shoved her back down between the shoulders. Ginger draped over the horse once more, her long hair brushing across the floor.
"Gotta get more rope."
Billy pulled out more line from a nearby shelf and strode back to the frightened girl. He pulled her right arm down to the floor. Ginger whimpered, feeling the rope around her wrists, securing them against the wood. In a moment, the young girl had been pinioned, her body tied hand and foot to the saddle horse.
"Now, gonna see just how much you dig knives, especially when they're used on you."
Ginger gasped. "What do you mean?"
She looked up at her cousin. Billy only laughed again, reaching around and pulling out a black-handled knife. At the touch of a button, the blade swung out with a click. Ginger stared wildly at the knife, her knees knocking against the wooden horse legs. Her flesh began to crawl and the skin between her asscrease shivered.
"No, Billy, oh I swear, I was just going to protect myself by scaring you, that's all," Ginger stammered.
"Yeah, sure. What the fuck you think I am, some moron or something?"
"No, Billy, please, don't-"
Bending over, he ran the point of the knife along the back of her right leg. Ginger let out another cry, her toes curling.
"Yeah, you do that real nice. Just like all the other things you do," Billy said, slapping her ass lightly, then pressing the flat of the blade against her ass-cheeks.
Ginger arched her spine, biting down on her lower lip. He was moving the knife up and down, leaving small red marks with the tip wherever he pushed it. Ginger groaned, trying to inch away from the touch of the blade. At any moment, she thought, Billy would turn it to one side and slice her open. And when he touched her ass-hole with the point, she thought her sphincters would fail.
"Please, put the knife away, Billy. Please, don't do this to me!"
The farm stud licked his lips as he watched her pussy shivering in front of him.
"Ain't doin' nothin' like that."
"What are you going to do?"
Ginger twisted, her body restrained by the ropes holding her prisoner.
"You're gonna do as I say, baby. And right now, from where I stand, you ain't got much of a choice to do anything but that."
"Billy-"
Ginger moved as much as she could, twisting her wrists about to get blood back in her hand. The ropes had been tied too tightly for proper circulation. But she could see Billy wasn't about to loosen them. He was in another world, licking his lips, watching her like some kind of demon while he toyed with her pussy.
"Billy-"
The knife had been drawn away. Ginger shook with complete terror. Not daring to look back at her cousin, she saw his reflection in an old cracked mirror that had been left leaning against the stall. She tried closing her eyes, but it was impossible. More juice rolled from her cunt, the warm cream filling the folds around her clit.
Billy let out a long whooshing sigh, staring at the firm, round swell of her smooth ass-cheeks. The quivering in her sphincters made the smooth white ass-globes tremble. They tightened and relaxed, a movement Billy appreciated very much.
"Yeah, bitch, move that ass-just like you did when you fucked your brains out the other day."
"Oh, no, you raped me! You raped me!" Ginger shouted, her fingers clawing at the wood.
"Right, fuckin' bitch liar!"
Ginger wanted to sink out of sight. She wanted to disappear. But all she could do was bend over, her hot, sticky cunt crack exposed to her cousin. She could almost feel his eyes fucking her as he moved his fingers along the outer curves of her ass-cheeks. Then the knife was back, the flat of the blade rubbing up against her ass-cheeks a second time. Ginger sucked in a short, sharp breath and held it. Her legs trembled again, her ass-hole winking open and shut. The young teen closed her eyes in total shame.
"You dig it, baby? You like havin' your pussy scratched this way."
"No, no!"
Ginger shook as if she were having a fit. The tip of the knife slid cross-ways over her right ass-cheek, the sharp blade nearly cutting into her flesh. The arc it followed went from the outside, then up toward her tits, then slowly down to the sensitive spot where her ass met her thigh. Billy purposely increased pressure when the blade neared her thigh. Ginger again thought he was going to cut her open.
"That's a good girl, Ginger. You're gonna have a lotta this for a long time."
"No!"
Ginger felt her cunt wink shut, sucking in air. It was opening and closing in uncontrollable spasms as the knife traced the outer line of her cunt lips.
Ginger bit her lower lip, her face twisting into a mask of terrible concentration. The blade toyed with her, drew close to her clit, then down her thighs once again. There were moments when Billy twisted the knife around, pricking her outer cunt lips with it, and watched as her ass bounced up and down. It was then Ginger went hysterical, twisting against the ropes, trying to break free of the restraints. Her tits flattened against the wood, rubbing painfully up and down while Billy kept the awful blade up against her body.
"Uhhhhhhh-"
"Come on, baby, move on up and love that feelin'. You're gonna dig it."
"No, no, never!"
The blade pulled away a third time. Ginger shuddered, then relaxed completely, leaning heavily against the horse. For a moment, she thought Billy was through with her. But movement behind her told the girl otherwise.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
The knife! It was back again, pressing up against her pussy. It was kind of shocking chill that froze her blood. The flat of the blade pressed against her wet cunt-slit from her clit to the lower junction of her pussylips. Ginger's pussy clamped shut on the hard cold blade, the sharp edges of the blade slitting her labia.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ginger wanted to die. She could feel her cunt lips stretching, then snapping shut on the steel. Tiny cuts appeared along her labia. Billy laughed as he watched her reaction, carefully rocking the knife down, pressing the tip harder against her clit. Ginger cried out. The pressure on her half-erect cum center shocked the breath from her. She arched her spine, twisting her wrists and ankles against the restraining rope.
"Yeah, you slut. You're a fuckin' whore, you know that? This whole family's fucked up. And man, you're the prize of 'em all."
"No, no!"
The continual touch of the blade sent streamers of incredible delight through her. Slowly, she found herself succumbing to the tiny slits she was getting on her labia. The stinging cunt juice dribbling across the little wounds made her clit swell. Ginger discovered a hotter, more intense lust flowing out from her crotch.
"Move it, baby, that's it, move it around, move it for ol' Billy."
"Uhhhhhhh-"
Ginger couldn't help moving her ass the way he was telling her to. Her pulse raced, her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst. Opening her eyes, Ginger saw Billy hovering over her. He had dropped his pants, and now he stroked his long, thick cock, watching her pussy. She could see the movements of his right arm while he slid the knife up and down her body.
"Ohhhhhh!"
He touched her clit again with the knife, sending more Shockwaves exploding through her cunt. And now the tip of the knife threatened to pierce her clit folds.
"Yeah, baby, that feels real good, right? You dig havin' that knife movin' around your pussy and ass-"
"No, no, no!"
Her cunt lips were on fire. The constant seepage of her cunt fluid across and into the tiny cuts was like salt rubbed into whip stripes.
"Beg for it, baby. Come on, beg for it, beg for my cock!"
"Never, never!"
Ginger could hardly speak. Her voice was almost inaudible. All she could do was pant heavily, her throat was so tight from all the fear and excitement. She thought about that knife, about how it could really hurt her. And the notion made her cunt juice flow even faster. Something was responding in her, something that was very positive. She wagged her ass again. But this time there was something lewd in the movement. Billy saw it and laughed at her.
"Oh yeah, yeah, good nice ass. Gonna plug that ass-hole!"
"Stop it, Billy, you don't want to do this to me, please!"
Ginger couldn't keep her hips from moving around. She was clutching at the saddle horse as if he were her lover. And there was her cousin, dragging the tip of the blade back. He was stinging a groove down to the edge of her cuntal mouth. She sighed, gulping lungfuls of air. But the fear of having her pussy slashed by that awful knife still hovered over her.
Billy-don't do this!"
And yet she was shoving her hips out at her cousin, offering him more of her ass while still twisting helplessly against the restraining rope. She could feel the tip of the knife slip around the rim of her cunt, then up to the puckered ring of her shitter. With a sudden flash of terror Ginger wailed, jerking her body back and forth, nearly upending the saddle horse.
"Hey, baby, ain't gonna carve out your guts, if that's what's worrying you. Just playin', " Billy said, pressing the flat of the blade against her shitterlips and rubbing it up and down.
Ginger thought she would lose control of her bowels at the touch. It was horrible!
"Uhhhhhh-"
She felt a hard spasm in her ass-hole that made her cunt unclench. The air inside her overheated cunt-hole blew out. A cuntal fart! Billy had made fun of her about that before.
She shot a quick look into the mirror. Billy still was stroking his long prick, oblivious to her noisy cunt-hole. "Uhhhhhh-"
Ginger knew she was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for that prick. She could feel her cunt-hole tightening for it. The muscles were raw and itchy, spasming while more and more juice seeped out, dotting her pussy-hairs with fluid.
Billy was panting now, still jacking his cock. His fist moved on the cum-slippery cock faster and faster. Ginger could hear the slick clicking of his fingers over the tight-fitting cockskin. How she wanted to feel it jabbing into her, spreading her open, scratching all those itches he was creating.
"Uhhhhhh-"
The cuts were like tiny fires in the flesh of her most sensitive zones. The entire area was on fire with heat and the stinging pain. She could feel the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cunt-juice. Even in the faded mirror, her body glistened. Rivers ran from her armpits, leaving shiny, snake-like trace on the sides of her tits. Billy looked up and saw Ginger watching in the mirror.
"Man, and you tell me you don't like it.
Fuck, you dig watchin' it in mirrors too, eh?"
She squirmed uneasily, dropping her eyes.
"Too late, baby. You've seen it, man, and you like what you see!"
Ginger knew he was going to fuck her now. His breathing was unsteady and the knife was rubbing up across the tops of her ass-cheeks in a frenzy. After a bit, she heard a dull thud of something heavy against the floor. Billy had dropped the knife and was thrusting blindly against her cunt lips. He was going to fuck her, and fuck her hard. The salty drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock set her clit on fire. It burned like acid, but it was a pleasant burning.
Ginger rolled her hips upward as much as she could, curling her toes until they cramped. There was a moment's pause. Then Billy shoved in, burying his cockhead in the wet, rich mess of her pussy.
"Oooooooooh!"
Ginger wasn't even trying to hide her obvious delight in this fuck. It felt as if his thrusting would tear the knife-pricked skin of her cunt away and jam it all into her. Ginger gasped, staring at the image of the two of them in the mirror. He was holding her now, mounting her the way one dog mounts another. Ginger shoved up to ease the penetration. Her cunt walls hurt and itched and spasmed delightfully all at the same time. Billy leaned forward a little more, putting both hands on her hips. "Uhhhhhhh-"
His long, thick cock slipped into her cunt-hole like a greased finger. Ginger let out another yelp as the muscles spasmed her fuck-hole shut, cinching the walls against the invading cock.
"Ohhhhhh, no, no, no!"
"Beg for it, bitch. Come on, beg for it!" Billy shouted, striking her across the back of the head, then slapping her ass with both hands. The blows nearly knocked the girl over the horse. Only the restraints chafing her wrist and ankles flesh pink kept her from pitching over.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck-"
His fingers moved around, digging into her tits and kneading them. Ginger felt an aching heat explode in them, telegraphing more lust into her tortured cunt.
"Uh! Uh!"
Even though she was crying out for more, Ginger felt hatred for the young stud whose cock slid deeper into her cunt. The doggie position made her feel degraded, like a bitch.
"Ohhhhh-"
He was on her like an animal. He had roped her in this obscene position and then made her fuck him. Any decent woman, Ginger thought, would die rather than let this happen.
"Fuck-oh God, fuck me!"
Ginger hunched back against her cousin as hard as she could. The full length of his thick cock was in her cunt-hole now, stretching into her belly. The girl felt his prickhead move around inside her. No! no! she thought to herself, trying for the last time to fight down the feeling. But she felt her cunt-hole, clenching, tightening, getting ready for the big cum.
"Yeah, man, yeah-"
Billy closed his eyes, driving his cock harder and harder into her hole. At times, he draped himself completely over the teen, biting her neck and nearly breaking the skin with his large square front teeth.
Ginger sobbed. The bruising fingers on her nipples made every ounce of her big, heavy tits ache. She wished he would tear the aroused tit-tips off. That would stop the heat they sent racing to her pussy.
"Uhhhhhhhh-"
More! Ginger wanted more! She rotated her ass around once more, perspiration blinding her.
She raised herself as much as she could from the horse, the constant swiveling of her ass continuing. There was no way she could escape the feelings of pain and wonder burning into her body.
"Fuck it out, bitch, fuck it out!" Billy would fuck her into oblivion, then fuck her again. Oh, what a night this was going to be!