Chapter 5
"Stop, ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck-" Ginger's sweat-slicked body twisted against the ropes while Billy's belly slapped against her ass. She felt the wiry hairs of his cockbush against her ass-hole, stimulating the nerves there. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass drove her crazy. Ginger shoved back against the pounding cock like an animal, her ass swiveling and weaving. "Uhhhhhh-"
Billy was clawing at her sensitive tit tips. Ginger cursed and slavered, her head rolling as the swelling, spinning knot of tension began sweeping over her. She drove her shoulders forward, rutting, feeling her head exploding while her cunt grew hotter and hotter. She felt her big-tipped tits rubbing up against Billy's callused palms. She loved the twisting, scratching pain in her nipples. It was as if hot fire ran through all her nerves. Ginger imagined her pussy growing so hard, so hot and so tight that it would snap off her cousin's cock. That would teach him. That would show him he couldn't break her that way.
"Fuck it out, bitch, fuck it out, you goddamned little whore! Yeah, that way!"
Crazed with hate and lust, the girl jerked her body again, wanting to grind off the prick from her cousin's crotch. The soft firmness of her ass tensed, her asscrack grabbing at his cockhairs. The pile driving thrusts of the stud's body and the bucking agony of Ginger's body made the saddle horse scrape and creak. The girl thought she heard something in her shoulder pop. She didn't care. There was only the incredible way Billy was fucking her, the way he was sending her up the wall with those fuckthrusts while the ropes held her bound.
Ginger growled, a low, harsh noise that ripped at her throat. Soon, very soon, the whirling knot of lust in her crotch was going to explode. She hated and loved that excitement. She hated the cock and hands that hurt her, and the young stud who rode her with those vicious fuckthrusts. Ginger let out another howl, throwing her head from side to side and striking her forehead against the wooden supports.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Ride with it, baby, come on, ride with it and cum with me!"
Billy was grunting now, slapping her sweaty ass-cheeks and sending droplets of perspiration arching into the air. He grabbed them and pulled viciously at her ass, nearly tearing her ass-hole open.
Ginger loved it, loved it all. She tried to hold off. The immense blast furnace of sexual heat in her cunt grew more and more. She could hear that slick sound of Billy's cock squeezing into her fuck-hole.
"Uhuhhhhhhh-"
The teen knew her clit was hard, as hard as the cockshaft itself. The tension in her cunt built more and more, until clamping tighter was impossible. "Oh, ohhhhhh-"
"Yeah, baby, work it on out, come on, work it, slut!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"
Ginger was a wild woman. The tension in her belly flared, rippling through her muscles. Ginger knew his cock was ready to go off now. Billy was hitting her harder. But the girl felt only pleasure. Even the hard slapping of his blows was thrilling as she rutted wildly under him.
"Huhrhhrhrhhrhrhrr!"
Billy howled, his back arching, his hands slapping her wildly across the ass. The pounding beat of his thrusts slowed down for an instant, then they resumed, harder and faster than before. His breathing filled the room while his knees pounded the girl again and again. Ginger heard him grunting. She readied herself.
"Now, you dumb bitch! Gonna drive this cock into you right now!"
"Aaaagh!"
There was a furious, savage jab. His cockhead banged against her cunt. Ginger felt the blunt point bouncing off her pussywalls, slip back, then shove back in once more. She held on, waiting for the first sensation of his jizz splashing into her. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Billy gripped her hard. An explosion rocked through the girl, sending her nearly crashing to the floor. He was cumming, shooting hard.
Ginger gasped, blowing out the breath she had held. Her cuntal walls crashed in, gripping his hard, firing fuck-rod.
The first massive fuckjolt shattered the girl entirely. Her hips swiveled about while she heard herself screaming. Each climax was harder, more intense than the last. The skin around her pussy and ass-hole was on fire. It was overwhelming. After each shivering throbbing of her cuntal walls, the ripples left an echo which lasted until the next internal explosion. Ginger sobbed, knowing that the spurting, gut-spraying prick-shaft was attached to her sadistic cousin.
"Oh! Ooooooh!"
Ginger exploded and collapsed, sobbing in defeat.
As reality began to return, she was terribly aware of her awkward, bound position. The ropes hurt her more than ever and she wondered when her cousin would tire and let her go.
"Good, good fuckin', Man, cleaned me out!" Billy said, shaking himself and patting
Ginger on the ass.
"Love that ass, man! Could plug that ass-hole in a sec. Bet you never thought about a guy doin' that eh? Shovin' his meat right up the ol' ass-hole? "
Ginger was half in a daze, lying draped over the saddle horse. The wooden top beam was starting to cut into her belly. Her wrists and ankles throbbed terribly, and the tiny cuts in her cunt lips were pulsing. She wanted him to let her go. She wanted Billy to untie the bonds and let her leave the barn. Instead, he strutted around, reaching down and gathering her hair in one hand. He tugged her face up against his crotch, rubbing her nose up against his ball sac. Ginger made a face, smelling the hot, pungent aroma of a man's crotch.
Billy laughed at her surprise and obvious displeasure. Her nose flattened against his left thigh while her lips rubbed up and down over his prick. She had heard about men who liked women taking their thing in their mouths and sucking. Ginger wondered if Billy was going to have her do that.
"You know, the old lady ain't gonna be back for a while. They dig those church shit things," Billy said, turning something over in his mind.
"I think I'll have you suck me up hard. That's what I want, a good suck job.
Twisting her hair around again, yanking it hard until Ginger let out a sharp yelp, Billy kept rubbing her face against his groin. The hairs tickled her nostrils.
Ginger sneezed then coughed, feeling the hot, rubbery cockflesh sliding over her lower lip. She tried turning her head away, but each time she tried shrinking away from Billy's cock, the young stud hurt her more. He pulled out more and more hair, kneeing her, slapping her ass. In the end, he threatened her once more with the knife.
Surrendering, Ginger opened her mouth and shut her eyes. She would block this from her mind. It would be like eating a wiener, sucking on a lollipop.
"Better! You sure take a long time to learn, but when you do, man, you're the star pupil," Billy laughed, turning around and shoving his cockmeat into her mouth.
Ginger had to raise her head and twist it to the right in order to take the full length of his soft cock. At first she thought it wasn't too bad. Her jaws hurt a little from stretching open so wide, but the soft roll of warm cockmeat resting on her tongue didn't seem so threatening.
Then Billy told her to move her tongue back and forth, massaging the sensitive underside. She did the best she could, her cheeks puffing out. It was some seconds later when Ginger realized he was getting hard. The fat prick was growing thicker and longer, forcing her jawbones farther and farther apart.
"Oh!"
Ginger felt beads of perspiration gathering on her forehead. Billy was growing hard, her sucking and tonguing apparently arousing him once more. His hands cupped her head, his fingers pressing her head hard against his crotch. Vainly, the teen tried pulling her mouth off the thickening fuck-rod.
Billy drew his knees together, bending them for more power. Hunkering power, just like he had done when he fucked her from behind, doggie style. He was throating her now, shoving his hard, hot prick all the way in.
When Ginger felt his cockhead rubbing up against her tonsils and blocking her air passages, she panicked. The girl cried out again and again, feeling the oxygen being blocked from her lungs. She grew frantic, her eyes widening, her wrists twisting savagely in the harsh bonds.
Billy reluctantly drew back, letting his cockhead rest on her writhing lower lip. He smoothed his fingers around her mouth, stretching her lips like rubber bands around his cock.
"Man, there ain't nothin' like watchin' a woman give a good blowjob. You ain't been around dudes much, maybe, but, man, you got one hell of a trained mouth, bitch," Billy commented.
Ginger spat out his prick, twisting her head around and spitting onto the floor. The flavor of his cum made her swallow, his jizz coated her mouth and throat. Billy stood in front of her, his prick long and hard as a steel rod.
"Got somethin' better for you than all this shit. Come on."
Billy reached around and loosened the bonds holding her wrists and ankles to the saddle horse. Ginger sighed in disbelief, feeling her circulation return. She slowly rose from her bent-over position, her lower back aching. Dizzy from the change in attitude, Ginger nearly fell to the ground. Billy held her up, rubbing his hands around her thighs.
"Good and strong, man. Our whole family's that way. Bet you could do anything, baby, and I mean anything."
Ginger rolled her eyes, feeling a tremor shudder through her soul.
He moved her in front of him, directing her to the front. Billy slapped her on the ass, then shoved her forward harshly between her shoulder blades. Ginger stumbled ahead, her feet scraping painfully over the barn floor. They moved to the front where Billy told her to halt.
"Come on, we're gonna see you in action, baby, real action!"
An old black leather harness rested on a long peg driven into the wall. Billy took it down, fingering the well-worn leather, then smiled up at Ginger.
"Here. Try it on for size. Dad ain't used this since we gave up plowin' with horses a long time ago. Keeps it around for a souvenir, kind of. Bet he'd fuckin' die if he knew what I was doin' with it."
Billy threw the harness around Ginger's head without warning. She backed away, the heavy leather tugging at her shoulders. Reaching up, the girl tried to push it off. Billy did nothing stop her, watching as she became entangled in all the straps and buckles.
"Oh, oh!"
It was like becoming entangled in some horrid large spider web. The more she fought to get out of the harness, the more firmly the leather straps seemed to hold her. In the end, she gave up, looking hopelessly at her cousin.
Billy shook his head, then moved up to her, fitting the collar around her neck, then drawing back two long black leather straps along her sides. It was the kind of hauling harness used years ago by milk farmers and other ranchers who used animals for hard labor. There were straps all over-some that fitted around her throat and neck, drawing back to another loop Billy snugged around her waist. Some adjustments had to be made. In the end, Ginger had been fitted out like a young mare to be trotted out to do spring plowing.
"Billy. No. No, this is it-"
She wanted to say "crazy." But the whole scene had been insane.
"Okay, outside."
Ginger stumbled through the door, cringing at the way the leather harness hurt her shoulders and waist. Billy moved her several feet away from the barn. The gravel pinched and bit at her bare feet.
Wincing, Ginger turned around, hoping against hope her cousin would have tired of this horrid game. Instead, she found him pulling what appeared to be a small cart from around the side of the barn.
"Used to put seeds and shit in this a long time ago. Guess we're gonna have another use for it."
Two long shafts projected from the front. Attached to the rear were two large rubber wheels, the treads of which had rotted away a long time ago. Taking two of the straps dangling from Ginger's harness, Billy attached them to the wood, then turned the girl around so she was facing the house.
"Now, you pull me along, baby. Come on, pull me along like a good horse."
He had to be crazy! He had her trussed in this outfit, attached to the cart, and now he wanted her to play this game with him?
Ginger felt the straps jiggling. Billy was getting into the cart, jacking his cock while dangling his long legs over the front edge. When she didn't move, the girl felt a foot kick her hard in the ass. Stumbling forward, Ginger pulled the cart a few feet with a jerk.
"Hey! Take it easy. I know you wanna get goin' on this. But if you knock me over, man, I'm gonna beat the snot outta you!"
Ginger swallowed down her hate and fear, straining and starting to pull the cart over the graveled courtyard. The strain of the leather straps against her shoulders increased, forcing the restraints to cut into her flesh. She leaned forward, grinding her teeth together. She struggled against the pulling weight, grunting as perspiration began sheening her body.
Twice, she slipped, nearly falling to her knees. Billy knocked his feet against her ass then, threatening her with savage curses. Straightening herself, Ginger continued to pull him forward.
"Okay, back to the barn!"
Groaning, Ginger changed direction, stretching her arms in front of her as if that would somehow ease the pulling weight. Her sides and lower back began to hurt her now as she hauled the cart in a broad circle, turning back to the barn. Her breath came with difficulty as the leather straps pressed into her tits. She shook the perspiration from her face, clawing at the air in front of her as if she could grab onto something that would help her.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Ginger fell, her knees scraping over the gravel painfully. The front of the cart dropped suddenly, nearly sending Billy spilling from it. He cursed, bracing his body with one foot and kicking Ginger in the ass with the other. She could feel his toes stiffening, bruising her ass-flesh. How she loathed him! How she wanted to scratch out his eyes. And all she could do was catch her breath and rise from the dirt once again.
"Oh, Billy, I can't!"
He struck her savagely across the back of .her head with his fist, sending blue and white stars exploding in front of her eyes.
Ginger shook off the pain, struggling once more and starting her long haul. The wheels turned, grinding over the gravel as she kept pulling her cousin in a circle.
"Okay, back to the house!"
Ginger stopped, heaving a long sigh. He was going to do this until she dropped. Why even bother playing along? There would be nothing except exhaustion and pain in the end. She might as well accept her punishment now, whatever that would be.
"No! I won't!"
Ginger tensed. She expected a savage rain of blows, kicks that would send her reeling into the dirt. Instead, all she heard was silence.
"Okay, baby, you been doin' a good job. Guess you're a might tired, eh? Gotta take care of that. You can't be tired out here, not with your ol' cousin wantin' to fuck you all the time."
"Billy"
Billy climbed out of the cart, pushing his fingers through his black hair and staring at her with amusement. He ran his fingers along the leather straps, tugging at them, making Ginger wince.
At any moment, the girl expected a blow. Instead, Billy moved around and unhitched the cart, leading her back to the barn by the bridle.
Ginger followed, shuffling her feet through the gravel and feeling blisters starting to pop out already. When they returned back to the barn, her cousin closed the door. More! Oh God, he was going to do more to her! As if the bridle and harness weren't enough, he was going to humiliate and hurt her more!
"Billy, please, oh God in heaven, don't hurt me any more!"
Billy said nothing, carefully removing the harness and tossing it back on the hook in the wall.
"Over here!"
Ginger wanted to say no. Instead, she found herself following him meekly, her head lowered, her arms at her side.