Chapter 3
Ellen had heard women talking about climaxes, about how their cunts itched and ached and throbbed while they writhed like snakes under the boyfriends before they "came." She had listened carefully to their descriptions, blushing furiously as she doubted she could ever perform like that.
Now, sitting in this small closet, her legs tucked under her ass, her eyes blurred with tears of shame, Ellen knew full well what those women had meant. It was worse with her, she thought. At least they had been involved in an act of love, of mutual respect. She had been beaten, shoved, fucked in the mouth, then flipped over and raped cruelly in front of those jeering men, stripped of her pride and self-respect just as she had been shorn of her clothing.
She huddled in the corner of the closet her cousin Jeff had thrown her into, drawing her knees up against her chin and licking the salty flesh. Her thighs and calves cramped from the small space she cringed in.
On the other side of the door she could hear the men laughing and drinking, one occasionally kicking a boot against the wood and making her nearly jump from her skin. Just the thought of having to go through something like that, once more, as her cousin had promised, brought chills racing up and down her spine. Raped. Fucked like that, like some animal from the fields brought in for the slaughter! If only her aunt could see this. Surely she would grab her son and throw him out, rescuing her from more humiliation.
"Oh!"
The door flew open suddenly, the yellow light knifing into Ellen's eyes and temporarily blinding her. She shaded her face, narrowing her eyes and immediately recognizing her cousin Jeff standing there before her. She cringed from his silhouetted body. Already she could feel his boot kicking her, the rough sandy touch of the heel pressing against her forehead, threatening to crush her brains onto the floor. Ellen felt her tummy tighten into painful, cramming knots as she trembled before him.
"Now, you're gonna be a good bitch, fight? You're gonna tell the old lady you was makin' all that up about me and the boys, okay? You understand?"
Jeff WSS leaning in, bracing himself with both hands against the door's molding. Ellen could tell from the smell of his breath he had been drinking heavily again. At this point, she was ready to agree to anything. Hope rising in her heart, she nodded her head quickly up and down, wiping a stray tear from under one eye.
"Oh yes, Jeff, yes! I'll tell her! I'll tell her anything you want," she whispered, hardly believing her ordeal was about to end.
"And you'll take the consequences, even if she throws you out?"
"Yes, anything," Ellen agreed, feeling uneasy now that she could discern the expression on his face.
He was sneering at her, looking down as if she were some sort of unspeakable filth.
Ellen rubbed her fingers briskly up and down her arms, wishing there were some way she could get out of this quickly. The girl had the suspicion that the longer she remained in this horrid shack, the greater her chances were of being abused and maltreated by Jeff and his drunken, rebellious friends.
"Good. Then you're gonna come on out and dance for the boys. . . dance really pretty like for 'em, and we even got some help for that."
She begged her cousin not to touch her. Ellen even flattened her ass against the rear wall of the small cabinet, wishing she could somehow disappear in one of the cracks and escape her cousin's touch. But Jeff wouldn't be put off. He stumbled drunkenly in, swearing at her, kicking one boot hard against the wall near her knee, then sliding his hands under her armpits and jerking her up to a standing position.
Ellen trembled. He leaned back a bit, staring at her naked body, admiring her nipples and taking in the teeth marks that still encircled both tit tips.
"Owwwww!"
Ellen cried out as he pinched both nipples, squeezing them in his fingers until they nearly crushed beneath his calluses like ripe berries.
The girl threatened to collapse to the floor once again, the small confines of the space preventing her from doing anything except falling forward against her cousin.
Jeff laughed softly, embracing her, sliding his fingers down her sides, tracing her slim, boyish hips while letting his hat; slip down to her ass. Ellen squawked the second two digits dug roughly into her asshole, burying themselves up to the second joint. She squirmed back, her shoulders striking the back wall while her cousin kept on rotating his offending fingers back and forth, around and around in her tight little slitter.
"Some ladies like it in the butt," Jeff said, sliding a third, then a fourth finger into her asshole and moving them back and forth like a cock.
"Won't hurt much, once you get used to havin' a dick slidin' all the way up your asshole. Pretty darned spicy, from what other ladies have told me"
"No, awwwww! Take em out, Jeff! Don't!" Ellen cried.
She could hear the men in the room laughing, guessing what her cousin was doing to her.
"Fist her, man. Get that damned hand of yours all the way up her shitter. She won't have no trouble with constipation for years."
That was Curly's voice. Ellen recognized it as the hot, cutting agony racing through her ass targeted into her cunt.
Jeff was biting her neck now, his teeth threatening to cut through her flesh as he kept fucking his fingers in and out of her asshole. The agony raced to the outer curves of her asscheeks, making her belly muscles knot up and cramp while her body pitched against Jeff. His knees knocked hers apart while those fingers fucked deeper into her asshole.
For a moment, Ellen thought she would disgrace herself and shit right on his hand. She could well imagine the punishment she would receive for doing something like that to her cousin, although he richly deserved it.
"Oooooo! Stop it, Jeff! Oh God, no!"
His fingers seemed to tear at her ass guts, making her shiver and nearly faint with pain. Her cousin only grinned, twisting his fingers around a little more before pulling them out quickly and backing from the small closet.
"Come on. Outside here, out here where the guys can see you."
He pulled the reluctant teenager from the closet, dragging her back into the room where she had undergone her fucking ordeal. Ellen kept her eyes down, her feet dragging over the floor as she heard the guys make all sorts of obscene remarks about her and what she had done. The girl wanted to beg her cousin not to hurt her. But she knew that would only make the men laugh and taunt her. There was nothing to do except wait until their fury was spent.
"She says she ain't gonna fuck around with us anymore. She's gonna tell everybody she lied about me. We'll see," Jeff said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "But I'm gonna make sure she knows what's gonna be down the road for her if she doesn't follow through."
Jeff had removed the cuffs before flinging her into the closet. He had then in his hand once more, dangling them from his fingers like a toy.
Ellen drew her hands to her mouth, choking down a scream as she watched him approach her.. The girl wanted to hide her hands, remembering the tight, painful grip on the cuffs on her wrists. But instead she stood there, hands in front of her while her cousin slipped the black leather cuffs over her hands and cinched them.
Drawing her forward, he pulled her toward the opposite wall, toward what appeared to be two small eyehooks driven into the wall. Tugging ha arms up, Jeff fixed time cuffs to the devices, locking the two small brass clamps that had been stitched into the cuffs just under the top.
Ellen tugged in vain, testing the strength of the hooks and clamps. They held firmly, keeping her facing the wall as Jeff moved behind her once more.
There was silence, a quiet that unnerved her. She knew her cousin had something terrible in mind. She could see it in his eyes. The leather cuffs were cutting off the circulation in her fingers once more, making them terribly icy and itchy. That was when she felt his fingers against her ass, creating the inner curves of her asscheeks. Some of the men around him were panting heavily, watching with rounded eyes as Jeff sank to his knees and spread her ass open like the halves of a ripe melon.
Ellen let out a gasp, her head falling back while her mouth opened wide. She could feel his jagged thumbnails rubbing painfully against the wrinkled grey-pink flesh of her shitter. Her cousin's breath panted hotly against her asscheeks as he drew closer, burying his face in her ass.
Ellen fell forward, her knees knocked against the plaster wall while all her leg muscles seemed to fail. Her cousin was slopping his tongue over her shitter! Oh, God in heaven, he had his mouth down tine! She ground her teeth together, falling against the wall and tightening her asscheeks around Jeff's face.
Never, never had she guessed something like this could have such a devastating effect on her cunt. Again Ellen groaned, shaking all over, ashamed of the hot, racy feelings she was experiencing as she hung there from the wall. How her cousin licked into her ass, stiffening his tongue, touching the slick lining of her bowels while keeping her asscheeks spread wide for his sucking mouth. The teenager tensed her thighs until they ridged, prancing her ass up, standing on tip-toe as if that could somehow move her away from the licking tongue.
Still, her cousin kept concentrating on her asshole while moving his fingers around to her pussy. He was stroking her now, moving his fingers deftly through her pussy hairs, then sliding than up through the seeping cuntal oil, up to her clit. How the sparks flew the moment Jeff had touched the tiny organ, rubbing it with one finger while sticking another into her cunt hole!
Ellen drew her legs together, rubbing her knees against one another while tightening her ass once again. Oh, oh, this was wild, completely perverted! And yet now much she loved having her cousin's tongue licking up her as shale while he finger-fucked her cunt in front of these gaping men.
"You dig that don'tcha, baby? You like havin' your butt tongued that way while I fuck you. Hey, guys, she's gain' for it!"
"Beat the shit outta that little slut," Curly suggested, reaching around and starting to loosen his belt.
Jeff saw the move and held his hand out as a signal to stop. He was having too good a time right now licking her ass out, humiliating her right here in front of the other men. Ellen wished she could die or sink out of existence, feeling his tongue lick up one asscheek then down the other until long silvery streaks of spit appeared on her lightly tanned flesh. It was then when she heard something that made her tremble, the sound of leather against cloth, the sound of her cousin's belt sliding from his Levi's. Ellen pulled her head from the hall, looking over her shoulder. Both Curly and Jeff had taken their belts from their pants and were holding them like whips right now.
"No, please... please, don't touch me with those things!"
Jeff only grinned back at her, doubling the belt and snapping the halves right in her face. Ellen screamed, flinching away from the black leather. She could almost feel its hissing kiss against her flesh as she eyed the belt, then moved her glance to slowly. He had his belt completely, unfurled, trailing it over the floor, staring at her spit-slicked ass. She knew what he wonted to do. But he was waiting for Jeff s first move. Her cousin would call the shots. The others would follow.
Ellen pulled wildly at the restraining cuffs, feeling the bonds tightening even more around her wrists and making her fingers numb. Her toes curled against the hard wooden floor while tiny dots of perspiration beaded her face and upper arms. Her nipples began to stand out, small red nubs sticking up from her surrounding tit flesh. Every sense in her was aroused, was sharpened as the girl waited for the first blow.
Awwwwww!" Ellen screamed, her body snapping as she felt the first stinging kiss of leather.
Sparks seemed to fly into her flesh, making the teenager scream and throw her head back, her long blonde hair sweeping over the top curves of her ass. Ellen twisted her wrists in the cuffs, her knees banging against the wall. The horrid sound of the leather smacking dryly against her flesh filled her ears.
But I won't let him see me cry, she vowed to herself, grinding her teeth.
Ellen looked again to her right when some time had passed. She saw Jeff's shadow there on the floor, saw his arms cocked, the belt dangling from his right hand as if it were a snake. She trembled, feeling time itself freeze as she waited for the thing to came hissing through the air once more and slap against her body.
His arm jerked forward, the belt snapping up, then slicing through the air with a whistling sound. Ellen jerked her head forward, pressing her nose against the plaster and tensing her arms and legs as the belt slapped down once more, this time criss-crossing over the ugly purple welt rising from the first blow. Once more Ellen did her best to keep the tears flowing, clawing at the soft plaster before her. Behind her, she could hear the others laughing and encouraging Jeff.
"Come on buddy let's both have at 'er. She's gonna find out what the fuck's gonna go down if she opens that yap one more time," Jeff said.
That was all Curly needed. Stepping forward, he put one foot in front of, the other for support, snapping back one arm, then bringing it forward, the leather belt unfurling like a black leather whip. Ellen could hear the hissing behind her and tensed for the blow. It came like a whirlwind, slicing into her flesh like a knife, cutting her right between the shoulder blades. Ellen nearly fell to the floor from the force of that blow, her head bobbing around while her arms shuddered. Another hard, smacking blow of the belt against the back of her skull straightened her out.
Whimpering, she waited to feel the next blow. But it didn't come. Instead Curly stepped up to her, sliding the belt around her throat and tightening it until she choked. Vainly, Ellen tried pulling her wrists front the cuffs. But still the bonds held, cutting into her flesh while the belt tightened against her windpipe. Ellen arched her spine, trying to lessen the tension of the leather against her throat. But Curly only laughed at her attempt, moving back with her, drawing the leather around and twisting it up against her neck until she thought she was going to die from strangulation.
Then the belt was gone! She coughed, closing her eyes and feeling the blessed oxygen rushing in to feed her lungs. Her relief was so great the girl didn't even feel the next few blows against her ass and the backs of her thighs. But when the tip of Jeff's belt caught her shitter, yanking it out of shape, Ellen screamed, standing on her toes once more and throwing her body against the wall in front of her.
"Go for it, baby. Come on, you're gonna make it again, right?" And this time it's gonna be with the ol' belt. Yeah," Jeff said, his lips curling into a cruel smile, "she's gonna make it with this fuckin' belt, and we're gonna help her along."
Curly stepped in once more, snapping the belt between her thighs, letting the beveled tip cut into her cunt.
Ellen thought her pussy was on fire as the leather burned her cunt. Her clit popped up, sparks seemingly flying into her pussy and making the cunt walls convulse against one another. Another blow, also breaking into her cunt after cutting through her thighs, brought out more seepy fluid from her pussy. She could feel the soothing pussy juice trickling through her cuntal hairs, oozing down her inner thighs as the blows against her pussy, and ass became more and more frenzied.
Jeff stepped in, joining Curly as he brought the belt down hard across her back. Two belts! There were two belts now striking her, slicing into her flesh, welting her young body. When her cousin called her a bitch once more, he brought the belt down hard across her tits, making sure the leather flattened against her nipples.
Ellen screamed until her throat hurt, certain her tit tips had been ripped from her flesh. Another blow, more savage than the first, bit into her nipples a second time, turning them a deeper red. Ellen twisted and turned, trying to bide the most sensitive parts of her body from the slashing belts. But with two men tormenting her, there didn't seem any way she could keep them from hurting her.
When she named her back to Jeff, Curly came around and had a clear shot at her cunt. When she tried to side-step Curly, her cousin zeroed in for the kill.
It was at that point when Jeff dropped his belt, reached forward and grabbed at Ellen's cunt. He was twisting the hairs and her cuntlips in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation shot through the teenager like a hot, scaring knife.
Ellen screeched, her knees knocking together, her body swaying drunkenly against the wall. The pain was nearly overwhelming. Ellen thought it was a miracle she hadn't passed out from shock. Jeff did it again, pulling out more cunt hairs, then pushing them into her mouth. Ellen turned her head away, spitting out the vile curls, staring with growing hatred at her sadistic cousin.
"You're gonna go back, you hear? You're gonna go back and tell 'em you were a fuckin' bitch liar, understand? You're gonna tell my old lady you ain't nothin' but scum, understand?"
"Yes, yes, anything. I promise," Ellen panted, ready to sign her soul away just to be rid of these terrible men. Jeff must have recognized this. He nodded his head slowly, motioning to Curly and another boy to take her down from the wall. Ellen moaned in relief, hoping this was the end of it.