Chapter 6
"Uhhhh-oh, they hurt, Billy, they hurt!"
Ginger shook the long hair from her eyes, looking from outstretched arm to outstretched arm.
Billy had taken her to the rear of the barn. There, he made her stand quietly while he threw a length of inch-thick line over an overhead beam. Ginger watched as he dug out a pair of leather cuffs from an old cabinet tucked in one of the abandoned horse stalls. Clamps on the ends made it easy for him to attach them to the line. Securing the overhead rope temporarily around a winch-type device, Billy slipped the leather around Ginger's wrists, moving the straps an inch or two above the chafe marks.
Ginger watched, tears gathering once more in her eyes as he walked to the winch and removed the rope. His cock still stood out straight as an arrow, bobbing up and down with each move he took. Gripping the rope, he pulled down.
In a second, Ginger felt her arms shoot up over her head. The small, lean muscles in her arms stretched as Billy kept tugging down at the rope. In a moment, she felt the straps tightening around her wrists, stretching, then finally hauling her feet from the floor.
Ginger was hanging from the rope, her feet swinging in a circle. Letting her head fall back, the girl looked up, staring at the rope, at the ceiling where bats fluttered nervously. One nearly swooped into her face. Ginger shook her head, feeling her hair splashing around her throat and shoulders. How her arms and shoulders were aching.
"That's real good, baby. Gotta make you understand I don't give a shit how tired you are out there," Billy said, pulling what appeared to be a cat-o'-nine-tails from that wooden cabinet.
"Wh-where did you get that?"
It was medieval! Where on earth had he brought all these things?
"Made it-in shop class. Lots of guys fuck around. The teacher don't give a shit what we do most of the times as long as we don't bug 'im. That's fair. So I put this thing together along with the other crap. Nice, eh?"
A sneering smile snaked across his lips as he held the weapon to her face. Ginger closed her eyes and turned away, feeling her heart constrict with fear.
Ginger tried to overcome her horror, putting every ounce of her remaining effort into being calm. Billy was walking around her. His voice came from one side, then the other. She felt his hands pulling at her, smoothing around her thighs, pinching her ass-cheeks. Oh, oh, why was she always so excited when her cousin did that to her? She hated herself for that, hated herself for letting him arouse her this way. She could still feel the tugging of that cart against her shoulders, and now hanging from the ceiling was aggravating the discomfort. But still her cunt winked shut, the walls seeping more moisture as Billy ran the backs of his fingers over her pussy. "Aaaaaah!"
Her reverie was broken by a savage blow across her ass-cheeks. Ginger kicked her legs out while her eyes rounded and her nostrils flared. The dry, smacking sound of the black leather against her flesh mixed with her wailing cry.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
She shuddered, drawing her knees together and folding one thigh over the other, protecting her cunt. There was no guessing what he would do now. She gagged, shaking her head as she watched Billy's hand draw back. In a moment, it swung forward, the myriad of black leather straps stretching out like tentacles, ready to suck pain from her young body.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The crop bit into her lower belly, the smacking blow sending pain throughout her body.
Ginger thought for a moment she would surely pass out. Throwing her head back, the teen let out a scream that ripped her throat. Her legs kicked out again while her body bobbed obscenely on the hanging rope. Her tits slapped together.
She stared at her cousin, her mouth still opened wide. He stood there, his cock in one hand, the crop in the other. She grunted, panic and horror showing in her sweat-stained face.
"Now you're gettin' to understand. My daddy always told me that was the only way to get a good horse to listen-whip 'im once or twice. Then he's gonna do just what you tell 'im. Guess that goes for you. Sure hope it does, for your sake. Don't wanna get strung up at all the time, do you?"
Ginger hung there, horrified, watching Billy slowly move to a position behind her. She twisted her head around, watching nervously, expecting that awful blow at any time. The leather straps on her wrists were starting to cut into her flesh.
"Aaaaagh!"
He lashed out against the soft spots behind her knees. Ginger hadn't expected that blow. She let out a cry, kicking her legs forward and bobbing up and down even harder. That movement hurt her terribly. She cried out, tears running down her flushed cheeks.
In a second, he was in front of her once more, bringing the leather across the tops of her tits, and finally her chin. Ginger screamed. Was he bent on scarring her for life? A blow snapped her head to one side, hard, making her feel incredible pain around her neck and shoulders.
"No, no, no!"
"Don't tell me no, bitch!"
The crop came down yet again, this time, the leather biting into her hard nipples.
Ginger yelped, her body jerking and bouncing and twisting violently on the groaning rope. She thought he had ripped her tit tips from the surrounding flesh. She snapped her legs up, the knees nearly touching her jiggling tits. She ground her teeth together, hating her cousin more and more.
"Yeah, that's it, that's real good. Bouncin' your ass that way."
"Aaaah!"
The beating crop came down again, slashing across both nipples.
Ginger squealed sharply, her eyes nearly starting from her head. How her tits throbbed and ached! More tears stained her face. The blonde teen thought she had screamed and cried herself dry, but each new stinging blow, each new attack, brought more and more cries of agony from the girl. The pulled-flat muscles of her belly tensed and quivered as she sucked in a deep breath, waiting for the new horrid blow to fall.
"Yeah, nice!"
Billy smiled at her. He smacked his lips, rubbing his cock, then dropping his hands to his sides. Cocking his arm back once more, he brought the leather down hard across her lower belly. Billy slashed a broad X, the red marks crisscrossing just below her navel.
Ginger let out a long groan, drawing her legs up once more. The vulnerable muscles under her belly contracted in a wild spasm of agony. She curled her back until her ass-cheeks spread widely apart. Something popped again in her shoulder. Oh, oh, oh, this was going to kill her! Surely it would kill her!
"Aaaaaah!"
Billy struck the crop against her knee, then brought it down once more over the tops of her feet.
Ginger let out another shriek, jerking from left to right. She was swaying like a pendulum, her body puling and jerking and bouncing against the rope. How her wrists hurt! The leather thongs were pulling and cutting into her flesh. Her feet stretched out, slamming against one another, then jerking out at both sides.
Billy moved around, always certain where to bring the leather crop down to cause her the most pain. Ginger kicked her legs out again when she felt the whip slam down hard against her ass-hole. Oh, oh, the force of those hot, stinging blows! They made her feel as if he had yanked out a handful of her assguts!
Billy concentrated, on her ass now, beating the crop again and again over her ass-cheeks. There were times when Ginger thought surely he would tear the flesh from her thighs. But still he hit her, grunting, puffing with the effort. She dangled helplessly, the leather cuffs slicing into her wrists. Her fingertips were growing numb.
"Aaaagh!"
Billy brought the crop across her back, letting the leather sting the sensitive area between her shoulder blades. Ginger jerked forward, throwing her neck muscles into spasms as she moved violently. She heard Billy whistling as he worked hard at injuring her.
"Ohhhhhh, no, no more, no more!"
Ginger thought of stories of people having the flesh flayed from them while still alive. The blazing agony in her ass made her believe the same was happening to her. Stripes appeared on her ass where the crop cut into her. Billy had lost all reason, it seemed. The only thing he cared about was beating that crop into her, watching her twist and jerk on the ropes and cry for mercy.
"No, no, don't-have mercy on me, Billy! Oh God, I'm your own cousin!"
"Don't make a fuckin' bit 'a difference to me, bitch!"
The stripes across her lower back hurt her terribly. The ends of her hair dragged along the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks. She felt so vulnerable.
And still the leather smacked against her sweaty-damp flesh, making the girl wonder if she had any skin left. She swung out again on the rope when her cousin slashed a particularly hard blow against her. The thwacking sound mixed with her hoarse shrieks.
In total despair, Ginger let herself dangle to the floor, her head hanging back. Her ass-cheeks relaxed, opening. It was the moment Billy had been waiting for. Swinging the crop up, he brought it down again, tearing right through the narrow valley between her ass mounds and stinging the wrinkled pink flesh of her shitter.
Ginger thought she would go mad with agony. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't scream. The pain shot to her brain, nearly blowing off the top of her head. Again, Billy brought the crop down, stinging her shitter. She could feel her assbud snapping shut as she thrashed like a mad woman on the rope. "Oh! Oh!"
Never, never had Ginger thought someone could suffer this kind of agony and remain sane. Jerking convulsively, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat, Ginger swung from side to side.
Another sharp attack of the crop against her ass did something different. The incredible pain of the assault on her ass-hole sent her cunt into spasms. It was an involuntary reaction, one that took the girl by surprise as the delicious pre-orgasmic spasm mixed with the throbbing pain in her shitter.
"Yeah, twist around on it, slut, twist around on it!"
Billy's laughter sounded mad. He was jamming the end of the crop up against the stretched ring of her shitter now, screwing it clockwise, trying to jam it in her ass-hole.
Ginger let out a sharp cry, her knees jerking up and apart toward her hanging tits. She howled and yelled, snapping her head from one side to the other. Oh, oh, it felt as if he were tearing her body in two! The dull throbbing ache soon turned into something far more concentrated and intense when Billy jammed at least one inch up her shitter. Ginger remembered what he said about fucking her in the ass. She had thought then he was just talking. But now with him toying with her shit-chute, the young teen feared the worst!
"No, not there-oh, my God, Jesus in heaven, not there!"
The muscles in her arms knotted as Ginger tried climbing the rope overhead. Her nails broke against the hemp as Billy screwed yet another two inches of the crop into her ass-hole.
She began panting heavily, her chest rising and falling while her tits rolled up against one another. Oh, oh, he would tear something in there, she knew it!
"Dig havin' somethin' up your ass-hole, baby? It's real good takin' it all the way, ain't it? Makes you feel real warm and full inside."
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ginger shut her eyes in rage and disgust. Fucked in the ass-and by that hideous instrument! She felt herself whirling around and around. The abused ring of her ass muscle felt as if it were being torn loose and driven up into her belly.
She clawed upward again, her muscles tensing so much they hurt. A strange kind of fire started around the injured rim of her ass-hole as he started moving the crop in and out. Yes, he was fucking her, slipping that thing in an inch or two, then twisting it around and around and pulling out at the same time. It was worse than fucking. Her ass-hole wasn't loosening up. Each time Billy screwed the leather handle into her shitter, Ginger felt her belly tense until it ached.
"Oooooh!"
Billy snapped the crop in suddenly, wanting to jam the full length of the handle into the girl's shitter.
Ginger screamed, managing to tighten her muscles enough to prevent him. The force of his shove pushed her body out forty-five degrees, her shitter bracing itself against the stiff, long riding crop handle. Billy liked her show, twisting the handle around and around, keeping her out at an angle as the teen screamed and screamed and screamed!
"Enough!"
Relenting, he jerked the crop out from her ass-hole with a sucking pop, letting Ginger swing back and forth. Each swing pulled at her arms and shoulders more. Ginger was certain she would never feel a thing in her fingers again. The leather thongs around her wrists had surely separated her nerve endings.
"Now, now for the fun part, baby. You ain't seen nothin' yet 'til you've had this whanger shoved up your ass."
"No, no!"
Raped, roped, forced to parade around with that harness, then strung up and beaten! And now-and now he had every intention of fucking her in the ass with that prick of death! Ginger kicked back, twisting and bobbing obscenely on the ropes.
"No, Billy, no, you'll hurt me with that thing. Oh God, please, don't do it! Do anything else, but don't put it-there!"
The more she pleaded, she more determined Billy was to fuck her blue. He pulled a small crate behind her, giving him more fucking leverage.
She could hear her cousin panting behind her. In a moment his fingers were gripping her hips, hooked around her hipbones. The hot brush of his cockhead made the young teen tremble for her safety. She would surely die under this assault.
"Nooooo!"
The flutter in her cunt was still there each time his cockhead slipped up into her asscrack. The girl tried to twist her head around to see what her cousin was doing. When she felt his knees brushing up against the backs of hers, and his prickhead rubbing into her violated ass-hole, Ginger prepared herself for the worst.
"No!"
He beat the leather thongs of the crop twice against her ass, then threw the weapon to the floor.
"Got somethin' better to warm that ass up. Man, you're gonna be smokin' tonight, baby. You ain't gonna have one fuckin' virgin pore in your Goddamned body by the time ol' Billy boy gets through with you."
Ginger gritted her teeth as the stabbing cockhead rubbed up against her shitterlips. There was a pause, then the definite steady pressure of his cockhead against her ass-hole.
She could feel the pressure increase, the small muscles guarding her shit-chute starting to tense, then relax as Billy rubbed them with his thumbs. Her legs spasmed, the muscles tensing, ridging against her thigh flesh. She curies her toes, feeling the pressure in her ass becoming more and more extreme.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Take it, slut! Go on, take my cock. You're gonna feel me rubbin' right up against you, baby, stickin' all the way in your ass!"
"No!"
Ginger thrashed wildly, screaming louder and louder. Nothing would stop him. Nothing would keep his cock from ramming its way in. He dug his dirty fingernails into her thighs for more support.
"Uhhhhh-oooooh!"
Billy eased the pressure against her ass-hole for an instant, then pushed in once more. like a huge baseball bat, his cock drove in.
Ginger opened her mouth, screaming at the top of her voice. It was far worse than having that awful riding riding crop shoved up her stutter. The muscles all around her ass-hole felt as if they were tearing.
The girl bucked forward, strangled gagging sounds coming from her mouth. No, no, no, he was killing her! He was tearing her apart, and there was nothing she could do about it! The rope overhead starting groaning as her jerky movements tugged harder as the strained hemp.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Billy let go of her hips. She felt his hand reaching up to her tits, squeezing the nipples, rolling them around like peas. She squirmed, moving her ass back toward the hairy belly rubbing against her ass.
'That's it, baby, that's it! Hey, man, the little bitch digs gettin' butt-fucked!"
Ginger only wanted to bring him off as quickly as she could. Once soft, Billy's prick wouldn't pose a threat to her body. Wriggling, letting the tears flow from her eyes, Ginger sobbed and resigned herself to being fucked in this most degrading way.