Chapter 1

"Wh-what do you think you're doing?"

"Just havin' a little fun with you."

"Get away from me, Davey!"

Karen Adams backed away from her cousin, her eyes wide with fear. His two friends, Greig Finney and Hank Jensen were standing there on either side of the tall handsome blonde farm-boy, grinning from ear to ear. One had already unzipped his Levi's, while the other was fondling himself right there in front of her. She pulled the straps back up from her summer dress, recalling the feel of David's fingers gripping her and trying to rip the dress off. Oh, if only her Uncle Billy were here. She'd have someone to scream for help. But he was in town for the afternoon, and her cousin had lured her into the barn, for this.

"You wanna get fucked bad, baby. I seen it in your eyes," he said, smacking his lips like a wolf.

"No! You're lying. Get away from me!"

"Ain't nowheres to go. Ain't gonna go into town. My old man's there. But you're here, nice and pretty and ripe for fuckin'. "

"Yeah, good and ripe for fuckin', " Greig said, pulling at his cock through his trousers.

Karen shook her head, pushing her fingers through her hair. "This was some nightmare; some horrid, terrible dream from which she'd awaken. But as her feet sank in the soft straw covering, the girl knew it was no dream. Davey had been looking at her strangely the past few days.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Same thing I get from half the girls around here," Dave shot back, his eyes narrowing with lust.

"Oh, no, no!"

Her eyes searched the barn wildly for some escape path. There was none. The boys had now formed a semi-circle in front of her, their bodies blocking any chance for getting away. Karen felt herself breathing hard, her chest tightening and her scalp crinkling with terror. A pulse leaped at her throat and perspiration dotted her forehead.

"Your father'll kill you if you do anything to me!" she gasped.

"I don't think so," Davey grinned, wiping his dirty hands on his jeans.

"Yeah, come on, let's fuck the shit outta this one. Man, she's hotter'n shit," Hank said, reaching into his Levi's and stroking his cock.

Karen stared in disbelief at the tall redhead. She had come into the barn as a favor to Davey, something about helping him with one of the horses. And now she realized that Davey was out here with his friends only to thrift her.

"No, oh, why don't you go away and leave me alone!" she cried.

"You talk too damned much."

Davey reached out, wrapping one hand tightly around her waist, while his other hand slipped over her mouth. Karen screamed, her legs kicking out. Her sandals slipped off, flying into the air and landing in a nearby pile of hay. The other boys quickly slammed the barn doors shut so no one happening to pass by could hear the girl's screams. Karen tried screaming again, feeling her lips being pressed cuttingly against her front teeth. Davey was swearing at her, dragging her back and twisting her around. In a moment Karen felt her head being twisted painfully around and shoved back against a wall behind her.

Nothing anywhere had prepared her for this brutality. Having lived in Los Angeles nearly all her life, the young teen had heard about stories of violence. But they were things that happened to other people. Her mother and father had shielded her from the real world in their Beverly Hills home. Now she was suddenly exposed to it on the farm, on the one place her parents had assumed she would be safe.

"Noooooffffffff!" she gasped.

Davey shoved her against the wall even harder, moving one leg around so his knees

Were-pressing against hers. Karen heard' the heavy breathing of the others as they surrounded the struggling couple. The girl tried jamming her knees protectively back together, but Davey was too strong. Her full ass-cheeks flattened against the boards while the backs of her legs rubbed hard against the splintery barn wood. Hank was saying something about getting her fucked standing up, while Greig was moaning about getting his cock sucked.

"Shaddup, man. I'm gonna fuck this one. She's my cousin. I get first dibs."

The arm was gone around her waist. Karen felt her spine tingle when she heard a metallic rubbing sound. It was Davey's zipper opening. Again, the girl struggled against his grip. Was he going to rape her like this?

"Can tell she's hot one hot pussy, man," Davey said, reaching down into his pants. "Can tell by the way she's moanin' even now."

Karen felt nothing but sheer terror, being pressed up like this against the barn wall. And those hideous boys around them, saying terrible things! Half of the terms, Karen had no idea what they meant.

"Take a look down here and see what's gonna be sawin' through her cunt."

Karen knew Davey's pants had slipped down to his knees. She had felt the warmth of his legs pressing up against hers. The front cotton panel of his Jockey shorts was very hot. She knew instantly that it was his prick warming up the thin soft material. And how he was twisting his fingers in her hair, jerking her head down and away from the back wall. Through tear-blurred eyes, she could see the bulge in his shorts. The piss-flap was opened slightly from the pressure of his prick pressing against the material. She could see several dark hairs curling out from around the white-ribbed material. Karen inhaled sharply. She was looking at a man's prick for the first time in her life. And he was going to fuck her.

"No, oh, God, no, Davey, no, please, I'll do anything. Don't-don't do it!"

Someone else was grabbing her hair, tearing at it, pulling several strands from her scalp. Karen yelped, screaming hard. Davey jerked his hand back up to her mouth, pressing it and threatening to knock out her teeth if she yelled again.

"And you leave her to me right now, man. You can get sloppy seconds-if you're good," Davey said to Hank, pressing his fingers harder against Karen's mouth.

The girl choked and gagged, fearing she would suffocate on her own saliva. Still the hand stayed on her mouth, keeping her from yelling out her terror.

Karen prayed nothing would happen. But even as she prayed, the girl knew it would do no good. It was going to happen, no matter what she wished. This was going to be her first sexual experience, and it was going to be a violent one. The thought brought the girl to near madness. She fought her cousin again, kicking and screaming through his fingers. When he moved his hand around slightly, the teen bit down hard, chewing into his forefinger.

"Ow!"

"Oh, God, help me, somebody help-uhhhhhh!!"

Davey had acted quickly, bringing the injured hand down while cocking his other hand up. With one sweeping movement, the boy slapped his opened palm hard against her cheek. The stinging blow stunned Karen, its force snapping her head sideways. She groaned, her knees giving way, while the barn seemed to swim around her. Davey caught her, pinning her back up against the wall and slapping her once more with the back of his hand.

Karen let out another yelp of pain. Hands were pawing her, pulling up her dress, drawing it up over her ass, caressing her ass-cheeks through her soft cotton panties. Karen groaned again, tears of shame and humiliation coursing down her flushed cheeks. She kept on shivering, fighting back against the big farm-boy pinning her to the wall. Another hard slap across her cheek stunned the girl into submission. She realized now that a cry would only mean more pain, more slaps! Karen stopped screaming.

"Better," her cousin said.

Davey was whispering awful things into her ear, his wet mouth slobbering all over her ear. At times she could feel his tongue flicking in, tickling her ear as his hands kept on pawing her all over. His fingers were clutching her dress once more, hiking it up until the hem was gathered around her waist.

"Oh, yeah, that's a lot better. Man, she's gettin' good and hot, just like I thought she was," Davey sneered triumphantly. "Told you she was starin' at me kinda hot and real sexy the other day. And man, she wants it bad now, real bad-right baby? You can't wait 'til I stick my prick in your pussy."

"Oh, no, Davey, don't! You're my cousin! Oh, how can you do this?"

He only laughed at her, slipping his hands down around her ass-cheeks. Karen groaned, letting her head fall back. Her long blonde hair swept over her shoulder blades as she felt his strong, long fingers pressing against her ass-cheeks. He was rubbing the damp material against her ass-cheeks, kneading the soft, resilient flesh. There were times when Davey rubbed the cotton up between her ass-cheeks, poking his fingers into her ass-hole. Karen moaned, shaking her head from side to side. The feeling was shockingly awful, and yet strangely good at the same time. The dread and terror of what was going to happen to her remained. But now there was another feeling stirring deep in her, aroused by her cousin and his awful friends. It was making her cunt feel strangely tingly and warm and moist all over. Karen screwed up her eyes, wondering what on earth was happening to her.

"Oh, baby, Karen, this is good, yeah, real good. Nice soft ass, man."

"Soft and good enough to stick a cock up?" Hank asked, bubbles of saliva frothing around his large, sensuous mouth.

"Yeah. This one would be good for ass-fuckin'. But, man, I wanna get a good taste of that pussy first."

Karen felt a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly as Davey shoved himself against her body. The sweat seemed to seep through his shirt onto her dress. His two hands now rested firmly on her ass-cheeks. He was reaching up, his fingertips brushing along her naked back. He had worked her panties down, stretching the broad elastic waistband down until it was halfway down her ass-cheeks.

Karen felt her knees shivering against her cousin's. His fingers were rubbing against her ass-cheeks now, squeezing them like two ripe melons, rubbing them against one another while hunching into her crotch! Karen closed her eyes in defeat, her mouth becoming a tight scar while the cords stood out in her throat. Davey had her panties slipped down to a position just below her ass. His hands cupped her ass fully and firmly now, at times pushing her ass-cheeks together, at others spreading them apart. It was when he pulled them away from one another that Karen felt the most exquisite sensation of her cunt lips rubbing against one another. It was a wet feel that made her pulse run wild.

"That's it, baby! Oh, yeah, that's it. Come on, rub on up against me and get fucked!"

Karen thought she would surely faint. Her heart was pounding hard, while her breathing came in short, sharp pants. There was a strange kind of hot stickiness that surrounded her body. Every square inch of her flesh seemed extraordinarily aroused, sensitive to the slightest touch. Then Davey was wrestling her down, down onto the ground. The other boys followed, fingering themselves, watching with lust-glazed eyes. Davey had her on her knees now. The hand that had pinched her now began to move around her waist. It was running excitedly over the side of her body, then moving around to the front of her pulled-down panties. Karen cried out, twisting away from her cousin with tears falling more freely down her cheeks. She rubbed the tears from under her eyes, shaking the loose hair from her face.

"No, don't! Oh, please!"

Davey was on top of her in an instant, not wanting to be put off any longer. He twisted some hair in his fist, tugging at it painfully until Karen was screaming again. This time the boy did nothing to stop her cries.

"Go ahead, baby, yell your fuckin' head off. I dig listenin' to you scream out. And man, I'm gonna make you scream down the fuckin' walls by the time I get through fuckin' you."

"No, no!"

Looking up, she saw Hank kneeling behind her, his prick starting to slip from his pants. She watched in horror, seeing a man's cock for the first time. Karen struggled, her gaze darting from her cousin to Hank, who was now rubbing his fingers up and down his long, thick, prick.

Karen blushed furiously, her heart beating like a wild bird against her rib cage.

"Get that fuckin' dress off her-and them panties, too," Hank whispered. "I wanna see

'that cunt. Man, she's probably runnin' with juice."

Davey grabbed the top of her dress, tearing off some of the buttons, pushing out several others until he had loosened the garment from around her bodice. Karen did nothing to stop him. The boys were all around her now. She felt them pulling and tugging her dress in all directions. Some of the material ripped. Someone was raising her back from the barn floor, while another tugged her dress over her head. In an instant, the summer frock was gone. Her panties had been pulled down over her ass in back, but the front crotch panel was still covering her pussy.

"Oh, man, get a load of this. You can see her pussy right through the panties!"

Davey had pulled back, now sitting on his heels, while the others moved around.

"Yeah, nice, real nice," they murmured.

"Yeah, good pussy. Fuck, she's gonna make me cum right in my fuckin' shorts just starin' at her."

Karen lay on her back now, her legs raised slightly at the knees. She could feel the rough stubbly sensation of the hay tickling her ass, working into the sweat-warm crack between her ass-cheeks. Davey moved one hand down to her crotch panel, his fingers moving like warm feathers along the ribbed elastic leg bands of her briefs. He slipped one finger, under the right leg band, pushing it up until his dirty jagged nail brushed against one cunt lip. Karen winced, cringing back from the sexy touch.

"Yeah, hot and ready," he breathed.

The girl lay quietly as her cousin pressed the flat of his hand against her cunt-mound, rubbing the soft cotton material of her panties against the swelling flesh. She tried not to show any emotion. Sucking in her lower lip, the girl bit down, fighting back the desire to moan. But she couldn't hide the shiver of delight the pressure of Davey's hand brought from her.

"Uhhhhhh!"

"Ripe 'n' ready."

He was working the material around against her furry cunt-mound now. Karen couldn't help herself from moving her ass around a little, becoming more and more excited by the prickly touch of the hay stubble. Davey worked some of the cotton up between her puffy pussy lips, and the heat that had concentrated in her cunt exploded into a forest fire. Karen tensed her muscles, the tendons bulging against the lightly tanned flesh of her thighs.

"Man, she's no fuckin' virgin," Hank said, his eyes rounding at her latest reaction.

"Don't matter. Gonna fuck the little slut, anyway," Davey said.

"Oh, don't!" she pleaded.

"Poor little girl," Davey said mockingly, his eyes narrowing with lust. "You don't look so comfortable. You oughtta be smilin' all the time now. You're gonna have a good time-and so am I, baby."

He reached up from her panties to cup his hands over her bra. Karen shuddered, feeling the pressure against her tits. Then he pulled, snapping her halter apart. Her full, round tits tumbled out, lying high and hard-tipped on her heaving chest. Davey stared down in triumph, then caught one hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Karen groaned, her knees jerking up, then falling back down to the barn floor. That touch against her tit-tip had taken her breath away. She moaned as he began rubbing her nipple, pinching it, then finally bringing down his mouth on her dark-red tit-tip to suck on it.

"Oh, man, man, she's a fuckin' hot little slut. The more you give 'er, the.more she wants," Greig commented, having also taken his prick from his trousers and now slicking it down with spit and pre-cum.

"Yeah, hot."

He had stripped her naked now. Her clothes had been torn from her body and lay useless to one side. Davey was looking at her cunt, rubbing his fingers on either side of her swelling pussy lips. Once he squeezed them together, sneering when juice seeped from her hot fuck-hole and began trickling through her blonde hairs. It was when he slipped his forefinger into her cunt up to the first joint that Karen felt the full force of her terror. They were going to rip away her cherry, and then fuck her into oblivion. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. "Oh!" she gasped.

Davey had pushed her back and was on top of her once more, squeezing the rounded cheeks of her ass. She felt his fingertips sinking into her fleshy assglobes, pulling her asscrack open sexily. Karen bit her lower lip again. It was so awful, and yet so good. She groaned, rolling her eyes up once more and seeing his prick dangling close to her mouth. What was Hank planning to do?

"No!"

"Maybe you can shut 'er up with your cock. Come on, Hank give it a try. Yeah, maybe she'll dig swingin' on cockmeat, right baby?"

"Oh, God!"

The sound of Hank kneeling down behind her filled her with terror.