Chapter 8
Two trucks rolled along the bumpy back road toward an old deserted Boy Scout camp ten miles from Ginger's aunt's home. Billy had rushed Ginger into his truck and driven off without so much as saying goodbye to his mother. Halfway to the camp, they stopped at a crossroads.
Ginger watched nervously as he blinked his headlights. Almost immediately, a responding flash appeared through heavy bushes at the side of the road. A tall redheaded boy climbed in, scooting behind the wheel and leaving Billy and Ginger to do as they pleased in the back.
Ginger had been right. There was to be more horror, more humiliation in store for her. Her cousin Billy, it appeared, was the leader of a gang of boys living in the area. They all shared his interest in inflicting pain and humiliation on the local female population, and were always on the lookout for new "tail." Those girls who enjoyed their beatings were now boring to them, while others shied away whenever one of them approached.
Ginger was a new piece of ass.
Within moments, she was naked once again, her shorts and halter lying discarded by the back double doors. Billy had forced her into a spread-eagle position, her ass hanging toward the floor, suspended by ropes, fastening her ankles and wrists to the side panels.
The short half-inch line was cutting into her arms and legs once more, drawing moans of agony from the teen. In front of her, Billy toyed with a Coleman lantern, adjusting the flame with one hand while holding the tear-shaped cover with the other.
Ginger rolled her head back, staring into the black windows behind her. The truck lurched as it hit a pothole, making her body twist against the restraining rope. "Uhhhhhh!"
Billy raised his eyes from the flame for an instant, smiling grimly at the tortured girl.
"You don't like hangin' up that way? Too bad."
"Billy, your mother's going to find out about this, and when she does, I don't know what's going to happen to you."
Billy shrugged, toying with the small brass key once more.
"Don't matter much. I'm the only kin she's got 'cept your mom in town. She ain't gonna do nothin' even if she suspects what I'm doin'. Now, we're gonna have us a little action right here in the old truck. Oops!"
Billy's friend hit another pothole, nearly spilling the stud and his Coleman lantern onto the floor. Billy steadied himself by squatting low.
"You cold? It's kinda chilly out there, you know."
Ginger eyed the lantern. She cringed, knowing he had something horrible for her. He was only playing with her, waiting for her to guess it. Then when the horror of what he had in store became apparent, he'd put his plan into action.
As she shuddered, the girl's cunt began to tighten. That awful connection between fear and pleasure and pain was being made more firm with each passing horror Billy visited on her. The more he tormented Ginger, the more she found herself looking forward to the agony.
"I'm not cold. I don't need anything," she said, setting her jaw firmly and waiting for Billy to make the next move.
"No? Bet you are. Can tell. You got them nice goose bumps all over your titty flesh. Makes them nipples right hard, you know?"
Ginger looked down. Billy was right. Her nipples were stiff, standing straight up from the surrounding flesh. And her tits were rising and falling sexily with each heaving, puffing breath she took. Her belly, when it spasmed, made her tits dance and slap softly together.
Billy saw the juice starting to bead up in her cuntal muff once more. He smacked his lips like a hungry wolf, his fingers trembling around the lantern key. The flame was bluish now, flickering in the draft as the truck lurched along the country road.
Ginger sobbed once more as the weight of her body pulled at her arms and legs. She twisted back and forth, trying to ease the strain. Already the ropes had cut into the chafed areas where the leather thongs had cut so deeply the night before. But nothing she could do could ease her plight.
"Now then, we're gonna make sure you don't get a chill tonight."
Ginger swallowed hard, curling her fingers until the nails left creases in her sweaty palms.
He adjusted the flame until it was a bright orange. Slipping the cover over the lantern, Billy pushed it carefully under her ass-cheeks, holding onto the flat base to prevent it from tipping over. Another bump sent Ginger bouncing up and down, her ass almost touching the glass lip of the lantern.
It was like having one hundred hot pins pricking her ass at the same time. Ginger let out a yelp, arching her spine and twisting away from the biting flame. The girl managed to draw her . legs up, tensing her muscles, raising her body up. But the effort hurt her legs and arms terribly. Struggling, Ginger felt her arms and wrists hurting more and more. Slowly, she sank back down, her ass growing closer and closer to the fire.
"No, Billy, no!" she cried breathlessly, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't! You'll burn me with that. No, no, don't hurt me like that!"
He turned the key a fraction of an inch clockwise, increasing the length of the flame. It flattened against the outer curve of her right buttock, licking up toward her jutting hipbone.
"Ouch!"
Wildly, the young blonde jerked her body, snapping up her thighs to get her ass away from the fire.
"No, no, take it away! Oh God, please, Billy, take it away!" Her voice shrilled through the lurching truck.
Billy kept the flame there, moving it back and forth, the fire licking up into her ass-hole, then lapping down her inner thighs. Her cousin laughed softly, watching her reaction to the pain. Yes, she was a good fuck, and an even better victim.
Ginger sobbed as the weight of her body pulled at her muscles. She twisted back and forth, trying to ease the pain, trying to escape the flame. But nothing could be done.
Again, Ginger begged her cousin to loosen the bonds, to take the Coleman lantern away from her. But he only moved it closer to her pussy. She heard something crackling. He was burning her cunt-hairs! Screaming, snapping her body to one side, the young teen managed to jerk her pussy away from the orange flame. "No!"
The ropes pulled at her wrists and ankles as Ginger saved her pussy momentarily from the flame. Billy watched, moving the lantern up a little bit and keeping the tip of the fire nipping at her cunt lips.
"Aaaaah!"
He was singeing her cunt-hairs again, letting the narrow flame lick into her fuck-hole. Ginger cried out, snapping her body from side to side. The only thing preventing her cunt from being burned was the amount of juice flowing from her cunt-hole. Ginger felt it flowing from her pussy, wetting down the hairs, preventing the fire from doing more damage than it already had.
Turning the key clockwise a little more, Billy raised the flame. It began to look like a blowtorch as he moved it around to her ass one more time. Ginger could feel the searing heat on the underside of her right leg now. Oh God, he was going to burn her to death here in the back of this truck!
"No!"
"You like the heat, baby. You shoulda been born in Florida or somethin'. You're gonna feel that heat up your ass now."
Billy braced himself carefully, moving the lantern back and forth. Her screams rose and rose. Ginger thought he was branding her ass, raising blisters with that horrible flame. She writhed and twisted, jerking her hips up again and again to escape the licking heat.
"Uhhhhhh!"
The flame flickered up into her pussy, then moved down to her ass-hole. It was like having a hot poker screwed into her bowels. Ginger thought she would shatter her spine as she jerked her body away from the heat once more. Her cries became gurgles as the pain increased. And what was worse, the young girl felt a mountain of pleasure building in her. Yes, she was growing sexually aroused, her nipples getting hard and stiff and wanting to be frictioned by something hard and rubbing.
Ginger closed her eyes, keeping her ass away from the hot fire, thinking about how wonderful it would be if Billy started fucking her now, touching her all over, hitting her all over!
"Ughghghhhhhhh-"
The fire was almost like a lover's caress now.
Her clit tingled, slowly rising from its tight-hugging sheath and throbbing madly. Her cuntal lips opened, leaving a jagged sticky line from which more and more juice flowed into her pussy-hairs. Her thighs ridged and tightened again and again while the fire lapped into her cunt and shitter. Ginger cried out against her cousin, against the fire, against herself as she rutted in the throes of her agony. "Oh! Oh!"
The blonde teen strained at her bonds. Billy, as if he could read her mind, reached over with one hand while balancing himself with the other. Ginger cooed happily when she felt his fingers rubbing against her nipples. A particularly hard spasm made her cuntal walls buckle at the touch. Oh, oh, it was so delicious! Oh, how she wanted him. How she wanted to feel her cousin fucking her, sticking his cock into her while the fire burned her alive! That would be the ultimate, her confused, overloaded mind thought as she bounced and jerked over the flame.
"Ughghghhhhhh!"
Ginger bit her lip, twisting and turning and jerking her hips around shamelessly with all the abandon of a nympho whore. Billy pinched her nipples, watching her, his prick getting harder and thicker.
"Gonna open that pussy, baby, gonna open it up and make you feel good."
When he jerked her outer labia apart, Ginger groaned, her head snapping from side to side. The touch of his fingers against her slick cunt-meat nearly set her off into climax. The fire raked her plump ass-cheeks now, making it feel like the playful slap of a lover. She started to sob. Billy let her go, stepping back a bit to admire her humiliation. Laughing to himself, he turned up the flame even more.
Ginger stared wildly at the truck ceiling with rounded, glassy eyes. Her body trembled under the awful attack.
Billy grabbed her by the hips and started swinging her from side to side, her ass passing over the flame. Ginger thought she could feel her flesh blistering under the high flame each time she passed over it. He kept swinging her. She screamed more wildly as the fire seemed to sear her flesh more deeply.
"Oooooh!"
"Come on, baby, come on, where's your fun? You dig this, remember."
"No, no, no!"
It was all she could do to keep herself from passing out. No, she had to maintain consciousness. Ginger shuddered.
"No, what? You wanna cut this shit out and get down to serious business?"
Billy held her steady over the flame, prying her tight cunt lips apart.
"You've fucked with my prick. Now fuck my finger."
He shoved his right forefinger into her cunt. His strong grip kept her ass over the fire while he stuck his finger into the dark red meat of her pussy. Ginger twisted and raved with pain and excitement.
Billy saw to his pleasure just how wet his cousin was. Smiling, he fucked deeper, pushing the invading finger in until his knuckles were up against her ass-cheeks.
"Billy, no, no, no, take it away! Oh God, take it away!"
"The fire or the finger!"
"Fire, fire!"
Her voice was hoarse again, breaking as she screamed out the terrible word. Again, there was that whispering crackle, the sound that indicated just what the flame was doing to her pussy. Billy ignored her pleas, twisting and corkscrewing his finger while hitting her clit again and again with his thumb. "Uhhhhhhh!"
And all the while, the flame was burning her ass, nearly blistering her pussy and shitter. Ginger writhed helplessly as the fire burned her deeper. It was like the lust stalking in her body clawing at her cunt. The painful delight made her dizzy with sensation. Her whole body strained as the flame chewed into her ass-cheeks. Bouncing her ass up and down wildly, hearing her cunt-hairs burn and the echo of her own cries pierce her ears, Ginger found herself almost needing that fire pinching into her pussy.
'That's it, baby, fuck the finger, fuck the fire. Man, you'd fuck anything, eh?"
"No, hurts, hurts, take it away!"
Billy saw the glazed, fixed expression on Ginger's face. He knew what her problem was, what she needed. Bracing himself a little more, still keeping one hand firmly fastened around the base of the Coleman, Billy crawled between her shivering white thighs. He moved closer, gripping her hips with one hand, digging his fingers into the fleshy folds around her thighs. Raising himself up, the young stud gripped his cock, shoving his prick all the way into Ginger's hot, wet pussy. "Oooooh!"
Ginger hadn't expected this! Oh, what a reward it was, the scratching of her itch made worse by that damnable flame still stinging her ass. She squealed and gagged as the massive cock tore into her tight cunt. Once more, he was splitting her in half, shoving that heavy hunk of cockmeat into her waiting pussy. Ginger loved it, rutting and writhing and twisting up onto his fucking cock. She nearly forgot about the fire that moved down toward her lower spine now. Billy ignored the lantern, concentrating now on the tight, wet sensation of her pussy as the walls clamped down and sucked in on his fucking prick.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Ginger sighed as the cock plunged ahead, shoving aside the tightly packed muscles.
"Man, oh man, still tight, even after all the fuckin' we done. Gonna loosen that up a little with the boys after I get through with you."
As her cousin's cock shoved ahead, her ass bounced, raked by the orange flame erupting from the Coleman. There was no stopping the force of her own private lust as it made her belly swell and her tits bloat out. Her cunt closed on the driving fuckshaft. How Ginger loved having her cunt clogged with cockmeat, her cousin's cockmeat! Her clit ripped again and again against the fucking prickshaft. "Uh! Uh! Uh!"
The lantern slid down a little more, the fire licking up into her shitter once more. That was all Ginger needed. She let out a howl, jerking her thighs up, feeling her clit split apart. She was cumming! Oh yes, yes, she was cumming, climaxing with Billy's cock stuffed in her cunt and that awful flame singeing the wrinkled flesh around her shitter. Fucked at both ends and at the same time-or so it seemed.
"Fuck it out, you Goddamned little bitch. Come on, fuck it out," Billy snarled, close to cumming, himself.
He slapped her hard across the face, back-handing the young girl as he chugged his cockmeat through her cunt.
Ginger's climax was nearly as painful as it was pleasurable. She replied to his taunts with a hoarse, guttural growl. How delicious it was, having the fire flickering over her ass-hole, burning her lower cunt lips, then kissing her ass-cheeks. And all the while, Billy kept fucking her, his body slamming again and again against hers. When she thought she would surely die from all the fucking, her cousin announced he was about to shoot.
"Gonna make it, you fuckin' slut. Gonna blow my load!"
Somehow, Billy managed to keep his balance even though the truck lurched heavily. He didn't miss a beat, his fat prickhead gouging her cuntal walls while his balls slapped up against her ass. Her passion climbed higher and higher, the climactic spasms taking her breath away.
Ginger screamed the cry of the damned, the throbbing spasms echoing all through her body. Cumming. She was cumming, and cumming hard.
"Ughghhghghhhh!"
Cock and fire, biting her flesh and prodding her clit at the same time. Yelping, jerking her hips around, Ginger suddenly felt the now-familiar spurting sensation of Billy's jizz spattering against her pussywalls. She writhed again, babbling at her cousin, wanting him and hating him at the same time.
"Ohhhhhh, damn, damn, damn!"
He fucked her cunt again and again, finally slowing the shoving, thrusting movements as the truck came to a halt. Billy pulled out, reaching around and turning down the lantern. The truck was filled with the odor of fucking.
"We're here. Hope you're up to it."
Ginger groaned.