Chapter 1
Ellen Kimberly tried pulling away, the filthy sole of the engineering boot crushing her upper lip. The pretty teenager tried squirming away, her fingers curling and digging into the soft dirt beneath her for traction. But Ellen found she couldn't make a move. Her cousin Jeff was holding her captive there, increasing the weight of his foot against her skull when it looked as if she would wriggle from him.
"No, Jeff, please! I . . . I'm sorry!" she wailed, shaking the tears from her eyes and staring up at the tall broad-shouldered stud straddling her.
"Damned bitch!" he sneered, turning his head and spitting off to the side. "Knew you was nothin' but trouble when you came here. Just havin' a vacation, huh?"
Ellen felt the rough-hewn heel crushing her chin while the tip of the sole pressed in against her forehead. She jerked both hands up, pressing her fingers against his ankles and trying to push that foot from her face. Impossible.
Jeff had knocked her down from behind, stunning her before slapping her around then finally doing this. She had made a terrible mistake telling her aunt about his drinking, about all that beer and wine he and his buddies were consuming the other night. Jeff, she had thought, would be mad at her. But this was too much!
"I swear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it," Ellen pleaded, feeling the terror claw at her heart like icy fingers.
The skin between her cunt and asshole puckered with goose bumps while her heart began to pound madly. Dropping her hands, Ellen dug her heels into the soft dirt, desperately trying to move back once more, anything to lessen the pressure of that foot against her head. Jeff followed, balancing himself carefully, looking around to see if anything was near. No, there was nothing but the faint lights of the house in the distance.
"You're gonna be real sorry," Jeff said.
He bent down, taking the foot from her face and grabbing her roughly by the shoulders. She saw his bright eyes, eyes like those of a rat about to pounce from a tabletop! She shivered in his grasp, feeling her body trembling between his gripping fingers. Ellen thought of screaming. Surely someone would hear her, someone in the house. But then the girl remembered how easily Jeff had subdued her. If she tried anything more, he might really hurt her. No. She would bide her time, then escape when she could.
What a hellish country vacation this was becoming!
"Up. Get up on your fuckin' feet. You're gonna meet some of the guys you fucked up today by blabbin' to my old lady;" Jeff said, scooping her up from the ground, then shoving her forward.
Ellen stumbled, then regained her balance, pushing the hair from her eyes. It was late, very late. If it weren't for the full moan overhead silvering the rolling countryside of Northern
California, she wouldn't have been able to see a thing. As it was, it was difficult for her to walk through the uncut wheat fields without tripping. And behind her always there was Jeff, not allowing her to take a step on her own. They marched down a small hill toward the stream that ran through her uncle's property. Would he drown her in it? He was certainly mad enough.
"Over there, bitch. Come on, move it."
When she appeared confused, Jeff moved up to her, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of her hair. Ellen cried out, her knees rubbing together then buckling while her body twisted around. Excruciating agony shot from her scalp down to her toes, making the young teenager scream again. She jerked her hands up, curling her fingers into two tiny fists and beating them against her cousin s chest. They were like cotton balls against that muscular body. Jeff laughed at her vain attempts, tightening his grip on her hair.
Ellen thought she would faint from the agony. Her feet slipped along the muddy ground, sliding from her sandals while Jeff began pulling her along after him. He dragged her like a sack of dirt, ignoring her sobbing pleas, her screams. She knew it was impossible for anyone to heat her now. They were too far away from the bunkhouse and the main building. More of the white cotton swim frock tore as they lumbered through the brush, branch tearing at her dress and flesh.
"No, no, please, stop this!"
It was all Ellen could do to keep up with her cousin as they plodded forward. Once the girl slipped, her feet sliding out from under her. Jeff still kept his grip on her hair, dragging her up after kicking her several times in the ribs and knocking the wind from her. Painfully, the young girl rose from the dirt, shaking the hair from her eyes and trying to steady herself.
How she was growing to hate her cousin's boy she had once admired secretly here on the farm. He was so handsome, so... manly. In fact, up to this day she had thought he would make a pass at her, from the way he had been eyeing her at the dinner table. All that fantasy was shot to pieces now as he pulled and pushed her along the edge of the stream.
"There. Come on, bitch, we're almost there. Then you can tell 'em how you were worded about me and the others and that's why the fuck you squealed on us," Jeff said hatefully.
There was no reasoning with her cousin. He was furious with her and only wanted to hurt her. Ellen did her best to keep her whimpering to a minimum. Perhaps the others would calm him down, making him see that what he was doing was utter madness.
She looked ahead, seeing that old cabin she'd spotted earlier on the banks of the river. It had been a makeshift home for some white trash several years before. Not it just stood there, leaning more and more toward the river with each passing day. Now there were several motorcycles parked behind it, and lights shown from inside. Ellen's courage failed as they climbed up the two rotting stairs to the door. Finally Jeff let go of her hair, doubling his fists and pounding against the wall.
"It's me. I've got the little slut with me. Come on, lemme in..
Ellen wrinkled her nose as the door opened and she smelled the stench of stale wine and beer and smoke. There were crushed cans on the floor, several skittering away from her bare feet as she moved into the small, crowded, dirty house. They were all there, Jeff's friends, all looking at her silently as she moved slowly forward. Modestly, the girl crossed her arms, trying to hide her tits that were becoming exposed from the rips in her dress.
"What do you think, Curly?" Jeff asked, indicating with a sharp hand signal for Ellen to stop. "She's blown the whistle on my drinking, and that means my old man's gonna come down hard on the whole fuckin' country. This place is gonna go fast." His eyes were glowing with anger as he turned and looked from man to man. "And then what? We ain't gonna have no place to drink, to bring the ladies for a fuck, nothin'!" He glared at her, his face reddening far a minute. "And who helped all this along?"
The girl shrank back from him, feeling as if he had just struck her again. The others were glaring at her just as sharply as he was. There would be no mercy from this awful crowd.
"Let's beat the livin' shit outta her!" someone shouted from behind.
"Naw! The whip, man. Take care of the bitch!" someone else cried out from the other side of the room.
"We're gonna make her pay. Come on. Let's get started. When she's through, she ain't gonna talk to nobody for a while."
"No!" she cried.
She knew Jeff had given some kind of signal, a sign that they could all have at her right now. She put her hands up over her face as she saw general movement throughout the room. Jeff was first on her, grabbing her hair and spinning her around the room.
In a moment Ellen felt the back of her head striking a wall hard, the blow dazing her. Hands were gripping her bodice, tearing the dress from her body. She could feel fingers crawling on her flesh, pinching her tummy, the sliding down to her panties.
"Fight me, bitch, and I'm gonna piss all over you. My bladder's almost as full as my balls."
"No! No, what are you going to do?"
Her question brought out more shouts of laughter from all around her. Ellen choked and gagged with growing terror as he prayed to God that none of this would go any further. Perhaps someone would come along and break up this mad orgy of revenge. But even as she prayed, Ellen knew it would do no good. Jeff was going to fuck her, then turn her over to the mob. The pretty blonde teenager had heard of things like this happening to other women, girls who had been picked up along the highway or something and tortured by maniacs. But this was her own family, her own flesh and blood doing this to her. It wasn't natural, just wasn't natural for Jeff to be doing this to her.
"No, help, help me!"
Her cousin stopped her screams by clapping one hand over her mouth, the pressure forcing her lips to cut against her front teeth. Ellen tried calming herself. All this twisting and shouting would only make things worse for her. She had to keep calm, no matter what happened. Later, when it was all over, she would have her revenge. But now... now Jeff would have the upper hand, and there was nothing in the world she could do about it.
"That's better," Jeff whispered, noticing her gradual calming. "Now if you don't fuck around so much, you might even get to like this."
But her protests were growing weaker now. Ellen felt hot tears of shame and frustration roll down her flushed cheeks as she submitted to her cousin. He was on top of her, murmuring something to her while unbuckling his trousers. Behind him, she could hear the other men saying awful things about how he- should fuck her. But Jeff just kept touching her all over, moving both hands now around to her ass and squeezing the soft, white asscheeks until Ellen squealed from the painful pressure. His hard muscled body pressing up against her was doing. something more than simply crushing her into the wall. Something else was starting up, Ellen realized, something she couldn't understand.
She shook her head, unable to comprehend why her cunt was starting to warm and shiver under the constant attack of her sadistic cousin. The stench of his breath nearly overwhelmed her, the smell of tobacco and beer. But there was something in the way he stared at her, something in the way he was abusing her that made her heart pound with something more than fear and terror..
Jeff moved his hands around once more, ripping the dress completely from her body.
Ellen screamed, throwing her arms around her and trying to hide her tits and cunt. More hands were moving over her flesh, clawing at her thighs, her ass, her tits. She cried, slapping them away, turning and turning as the men laughed and swatted her smartly.
"No, stop it! No, don't do this to me!" she cried out, tears rolling down her face.
"She's mine first."
"Awwkkk!"
Jeff had thrown something around her neck. A rope or rag or something that felt terribly rough was pressing around her windpipe, choking the air from her lungs. Ellen's eyes bulged out while her fingers worked at the rope. Her screams were choked off while her nostrils flared and her tongue slipped uncontrollably from her mouth, licking at her lips. The girl felt her knees buckling as she sank to the floor. Everything began to grow dim and fade away. Ellen felt her knees touching the hardwood floor as she began to pass out. A last-second reprieve brought her back to reality once again. Her cousin had thrown away the rope and knocked her to the floor.
"Let's get those panties off her," Jeff suggested, dropping down next to her.
She felt her cousin's hand jamming between her thighs, rubbing over the crotch panel of her panties, then turning and pinching her white thigh flesh. Ellen grimaced, throwing her head back and yelping loudly in pain. And then she felt him finally grab her panties, tentatively pulling them, then finally tugging them completely from her body.
"Hey, man, nice pussy. She cherry?"
"Don't know, Curly, but we're gonna find out soon enough," Jeff said, smacking his lips in delight as he saw the blonde cunt hairs covering her pussy mound.
"Please don't... don't touch me," Ellen said.
"You mean, fuck right? You don't wanna say the word 'cause it ain't ladylike, fight? Christ, by the time we get through pokin' you, you ain't gonna want to say nothin' but fuck." Ellen trembled at his words. She thought again of all the men in the shack. There had to be at least ten, maybe more. And they were all going to fuck her? She would be dead by morning. Again Ellen struggled against her cousin, twisting up against his body while he worked her panties off, then moved one hand down to her hot cuntlips. He was grinning, working his fingers greedily over her pussylips, squeezing them against one another while slowly slipping his forefinger into her cunt.
Ellen stopped the wriggling, concentrating on the new, exciting feeling going on down there between her split thighs. She was getting fucked, finger-fucked by that awful young man straddling her. That man, her cousin, was staring down at her cunt now while he slipped the invading digit up to the second joint.
At that point, Jeff ran into something firm and unyielding. Ellen jerked, her hands fanning up against his chest while her ass fucked back. Her cherry! He had touched that firm, sensitive wall of cherry flesh. Jeff smiled cruelly, working the tip of his finger back, the moving it back hard against the small membrane.
Knowing what was going to happen, Ellen started moving around and yelling, striking out with her arms and leg, at anything she could. "Shut up or I'll break your arms and ribs, baby. I'm gonna get in there, and so is some of them. And there ain't nothin' you can do to stop it."
As if to emphasize what was going to happen, Jeff tugged her short, curly pussy hairs. The teenager squealed in pain, jerking her legs out as if she had been touched with electricity. The young blonde girl was hysterical with fear now, knowing the moment when someone would tear through her cherry and fuck her was near. Her mind raced with the certainty of what was about to happen. Again Ellen cried out, and again she received a sharp smack across the face.
Jeff was back on top of her, playing games with the squealing teenager. At times he teased her naked flesh, painfully beading the white skin into tight little balls, clenching them in his rough fists and keeping them like that until Ellen screamed out in agony. Moving down, Jeff pinched her soft inner thighs with both hands, reddening the flesh with his fingers. Then when he gripped a handful of her cunt hairs and yanked up sharply, tearing them from her pussy, Ellen thought she would surely faint from the pain. The girl let out a hellish shriek, her back arching up while her feet banged against the floor.
"Eaghghghghhh!
Ellen's throat hurt from all the screaming and from the tension that racked her body.
"Hey, man, shut this little bitch up with your cock. She's gonna get some suckin' time in as well as havin' a dick up her pussy. Man, there ain't gonna be a hole we haven't filled by the time we shove you outta here," Jeff said with a sharp laugh.
There was movement to her left. Ellen turned slightly and saw the young man her cousin had referred to as Curly sliding down next to her. He had pulled his pants down. Something very long was sticking out from between his legs, something that was moving toward her face. She had heard about girls doing this sort of thing, taking their boyfriend's things into their mouths and sucking. It was a say of satisfying the boy without worrying about getting knocked up. But this . . . this was different. They were doing it to humiliate her and shut her up.
Ellen squealed, twisting her head away as she felt the fat, hard, hot cockhead brushing over her cheeks. She revolted at the thought of having something that long and thick and hard in her mouth! It ran against everything she had been taught. How her modesty was being violated by these horrible, terrible men. And her cousin was the ringleader!
"No!" she shouted again.
But Jeff and the others would have their way. Curly was grabbing her hair, twisting her head around so he could jam his prick into her mouth. Ellen felt her stomach turn over. And this, she suspected, was only the beginnin