Chapter 4
"No, no, not again! Jeff, I told you I would talk to your mother. . . please, no, no, no!"
Ellen rattled on hysterically, finding herself in yet another dilemma. Her cousin hadn't trusted her promise to absolve him of her accusation. He wanted to make certain his lesson was well-ingrained in the girl.
After having taken her down from the wall, Jeff had Curly and sonic of the others bring in what appeared to be a kind of cross. Two six, foot pieces of old wood and been fastened together at the center to form a broad X. It was to this that Jeff dragged his moaning cousin, instructing her to lie down on it. Ellen had no intention of disobeying Jeff. Quickly, she crawled onto the wood, feeling the sharp splinters biting into her palms.
"On your back. It's a position you're gonna get used to if you stay around," Jeff remarked.
Again, Ellen did as she was told, keeping her arms at her sides while spreading her legs and letting them rest on the bottom of the stand. Curly were busy, starting at her ankles and. looping half-inch line around and around her legs.
Ellen soon found herself bound, each of her legs fastened with six loops to the rotting wood. Jeff brought one piece of line up around her ass, cinching it between her cuntlips and rubbing it back and forth until his cousin let out another cry. Ellen felt the rough hemp stimulating her cunt, rubbing up against her slick cuntal walls after halving her pussy mound. When Jeff brought the rope up and touched her clit with it, the girl shivered, rubbing her shoulderblades against the splintery wooden cross. Curly continued the roping, looping the line several times around her waist, then stretching it around her tits like a harness and tightening it around her chest so her tits stood out even more.
"Get her neck, and then we've got 'er good." Curly agreed, grabbing more rope and fastening it to the line just under her tits.
Ellen gasped, feeling the hemp lightening around her throat as Curly criss-crossed the line on either side of her neck, bringing it down around the backs of her arms and fastening it finally to the line cinched around her waist.
Ellen was roped all the way now, fastened to the cross that leaned against the wall at a forty-five-degree angle. It was impassible to move, to even shiver much while roped this way. Trying to move her ass a little, the girl felt the line cutting teasingly into her cunt, sending delightful yet dangerous sensations racing through her overheated cunt.
Jeff walked up to her, trailing one finger up her tits, stopping at her left nipple. His eyes were laughing at her as he surveyed her situation. Curly had just finished cinching the ropes tight around her body and was standing back, admiring his sadistic handiwork.
"Got that skinnin' knife? I like that fucker," Jeff said, stretching out his hand in Curly's direction and taking the knife. "You can really take the flesh off a rabbit real fast with one of these. You understand?"
The girl felt her body flash hot all over as she eyed the weapon with tenor. Nodding her head rapidly, Ellen swallowed her terror, acutely aware now of the ropes holding her prisoner to this horrid, splintery wooden cross.
"And I've been told you can do the same thing with people you know, take the skin off real fast with one of these numbers. Of course," Jeff said, his voice lowering ominously, "they gotta be tied up and all that, or they'll move around too much when you start. You know, just like you.
He wouldn't do something like that. No. He wouldn't try to do something like that, not in front of these witnesses, not in front of the others. Yet that was an uneasy knowledge Ellen had as she pressed up against the ropes, feeling them cut horribly into her flesh.
A little sob escaped from her lips as she looked from the glinting knife to her cousin s eyes, then back at the knife. His eyes were glittering savagely, just as they had before he began working on her with that awful belt. There would be no help coming from the others, who stood quietly around now, drinking their beer, watching with amusement as Jeff began approaching his terrified cousin.
"Nice skin. Real nice skin. Bet it would make a real nice lampshade or something. How about a wallet, just like the kinds you get from cows."
Sick! He had to be sick to be saying such awful things. But Jeff was holding the blade against the top of her nose now, the flat end pressing against the top bone while the tip dug teasingly at her flesh. She crossed her eyes to keep watch on the awful thing, feeling that Jeff would cut her if she made the slightest sound or indication she was going to scream. Beach of sweat broke out on her forehead while her mouth tightened into a thin-lined scar. A tremor passed along one tight cheek, that being her only movement. Ellen knew one false move would have terrible consequences.
Then she felt the blade crossing her face, sliding down her cheeks, pressing against the flushed skin. Next, the knife was at her throat, right up against her windpipe. Ellen coughed instinctively, terror gripping her heart as she wondered if that movement would push the cutting edge of the blade into her windpipe.
But Jeff was careful, moving the knife away and sliding it down, tracing a thin white line along her pink flesh, touching the tips of her tits and making the red, rubbery nipples tingle at the cold sensation of metal against flesh.
"Yeah, nothin' like skinnin' a good animal and roastin' it nice and proper over a fire. You don't want that to happen to you, do you?"
"No, noooo!"
Ellen held her breath, feeling tingly sensation breaking out all over her cunt. Her pussy was starting to spasm, whether in excitement or terror Ellen couldn't tell yet. She felt her cousin bring the knife down in a curving line, stopping just inches from her cuntlips.
Jeff moved the blade down until the cold flattened end pressed against the full length of her pussy mound. He began rocking it, making sure the tip touched her clit. Ellen stiffened, her legs pressing up against the restraining ropes while she stared wide-eyed at her cousin. Was he going to tear out her pussy, rip it to pieces with that knife?
Just that thought made her shake with more terror. Turning her eyes away, Ellen felt she couldn't look at her cousin without coming unglued altogether. Besides, she didn't have to look at him to picture her cousin, lean, hard muscled, handsome, but his face marked with savagery that disfigured the pleasant features. She felt more of her cuntal juices oozing from the soft, velvety lining of her pussy and wondered if Jeff was realizing just what kind of forces he was unleashing in her.
Tiny orgasms exploded in her pussy, making the pussy walls quiver and slide against one another as her thighs tensed, released, then tensed once more.
It was hell. It was heaven. It was a mix of both as the knife seemed to do all the work. She felt it spreading the pussy lips now, entering her cunt. Oh, it was a miracle Jeff wasn't cutting her with that thing as he played with her pussy. How wet her cunt and thighs were, tingling hotly while her cousin threatened to cut her open with that skinning knife.
He was pushing the knife against her clit again. It was a gentle, steady touch, exerting enough pressure to make Ellen climax. Her orgasm spurted softly, like a baby's kiss. Rolling her thighs as much as she could, the teenager let out another cry.
"Man, nothin' keeps this broad down. She's gonna cum no matter what happens," Curly said, watching as Ellen rutted shamelessly in front of him.
"Yeah, thought she was that way, the way she's been eyein' my prick all fuckin' week. You're a cock-happy bitch, you know that?"
Jeff had pulled the knife away. That was all
Ellen cared about. He could call her all the names in the book for all she cared. The knife was gone. Thank God, the knife was gone. Ellen relaxed in her bonds, not even caring about the cutting sensation the ropes made.
"Gettin' hot in here. Let's drag the bitch outside and finish her up," Jeff suggested.
There was movement behind her. Ellen let out a cry, feeling the cross being slipped from the wall, then dragged across the room and outside. She turned her head around as much as she could, watching as the old cabin disappeared from view in the darkness. She smelled the fresh air immediately as they dragged the cross toward the river. She could smell the musky, clean air of the outdoors and smiled with relief. It was good to be out of that fetid, sick atmosphere. Ellen inhaled sharply, filling her lungs with the clean air as they lay the cross down flat on the pound. Jeff approached her, swaggering with of triumph, raising one foot and pressing it against her lips, crushing them against her front teeth.
"It started out this way, remember, slut? You were screamin' and carryin' on and I had to knock you down and step on your face.
Remember? "Yes, yessss!"
Ellen could feel him wiping his boot across her cheeks once more and wondered if he would kick her in the head and knock her skull to pieces, as he had promised before. Instead, Jeff pulled the knife from his pocket once again and sliced through the ropes holding her to the cross. Ellen let out tiny cries as the cold metal flashed through the air, fearing each time he would cut through her flesh. But her cousin was careful, obviously skilled in what he was doing. Several minutes later he had sliced through all the line holding her prisoner, reaching around and slipping the knife back into its holder.
"Get up."
Ellen rose from the cross, looking warily around her, rubbing her arms and wrists and ankles briskly before tucking her legs under her ass and standing unsteadily in front of Jeff and the others. She knew they had something planned for her. A mass rape? A fucking spree that would make her turn her brains out? Awful, terrible images drifted through her mind, images that made her cunt tingle and made the heat rise once more in her crotch.
Jeff spat onto the ground then took her by one arm, leading her along a few more feet. Then he stopped, turning her around like a puppet dangling from a string. With one backhanded slap, he sent the girl stumbling back ward, arms flailing at the air for balance.
The men roared as she struggled for support. Ellen knew she would be tortured. Jeff stepped forward, gripping her shoulders. He pushed her at she silent rank of men surrounding her. Curly was till drinking his can of beer. He lowered the can from his lips, watching as she stumbled and regained her balance.
"Come on, baby, walk around, walk around these guys. Strut your stuff. We're gonna see which one wants that hot little pussy."
Ellen shrank away from the men. She knew they all wanted to fuck her. Jeff was throwing her to the dogs after he had satisfied himself with her. He was still stroking his cockmeat, pulling and tugging on it while watching her naked body move along before his buddies. Curly lunged for her, Ellen getting away by shrugging him off and reaching the other side of the circle.
"Oh!"
But there were more hands grabbing for her. Laughter and obscenities chased her across the yard the way the men did, stinging at her pride as she ran for her life. Ellen panted heavily, brushing the hair from her eyes as she stared wildly for some path of escape. The wind blew from the north, raising the hair from her shoulders and chilling her flesh. In the distance, she could hear dogs baying at the full moon overhead. Everything conspired against her, the resulting scene resembling some horror film in which she was the star.
Ellen cried out as Curly stepped forward with raised fists, beating her savagely on the head. She covered her face, one leg tripping over the other as she stumbled backward and wildly searched for balance.
Her tits bobbed against each another, her ass and thighs jiggling as she ran from side to side. Goose flesh exploded on her arms and chest while she slipped on the soft dirt and fell to her knees.
"Ow!"
Someone had struck her ass with a belt. Ellen jumped up, swatting her hands defensively behind her as she moved quickly from the offending touch. Another slap, this one across the face, made the young girl stumble. It was all so confusing, terrifying; She felt a warm trickle on her thigh and knew she was pissing on herself.
"Hey, man, she can't stop peein' on the ground! Guess we got too much for her!" Curly shouted, pointing and laughing at the hysterical girl.
They were throwing clods of dirt now, hitting her face, her belly, her ass. It was as if the entire world had turned upside down and was assailing her. There was no place to run, no place to bide.
Ellen screamed, spinning around, unsure of which way to go. She was a terrified, confused animal, cornered, spinning around, waiting to be killed. The girl covered her face for a moment, sobbing wildly into her hands as she felt her knees giving way.
The guys were roaring now, the increased sound making her drop her hands from her face and look around. Oh, God! Some of them had pulled their cocks out and were jerking off, watching her the way her cousin was. Then she heard running behind her. It was Curly. He grabbed her hair, pulling back to slow her down as she sped away. He rasped something, words she couldn't understand. He held her tight, pulling her blonde hair back until her head was as far back as it could be.
Still holding her hair, twisting it until she could hear the strands tearing from her scalp, he reached around and shoved two fingers in her clit. Twisting them around and around, he made her yelp with pleasure. Ellen found herself grinding her thighs hungrily for pleasure while his fingers fucked in and out, in and out like a cock.
"Man, she wants my dick bad.., just like she did when I had it in her mouth. You want me to fuck you, baby? You want that meat sawin' through your pussy?"
"Nooooo!"
Curly spun her around, reaching up and cupping her chin between his thumb and forefinger. He was still finger-fucking her with one hand, tightening his grip on her chin and making Ellen feel he would shatter her jaw with that grip. He was forcing her back, down to the ground. Suddenly he punched the teenager in the belly, laughing as she doubled over and collapsed to the ground. Gagging, fighting for breath, Ellen held one hand to her throat while ignoring for the moment the sound of someone coming up behind her.
Then, turning around, she saw it was her cousin Jeff, his fists raised. Scrambling to her feet, Ellen screamed, covering her face as he rained blows on her head. She was sinking once more when the attack finally subsided.
"Oh please, Jeff. . . please, don't do this ... please leave me alone!" Ellen begged.
She backed away as Jeff stretched out his hands, his prick protruding from his Levi's like some horrible monster. He was going to rape her again, rape her after having tormented her this way. Lunging forward, he grabbed her by the wrists, spinning her to the ground with a dull thud.
Stunned by the sudden fall, Ellen did nothing to protect herself for the moment. He was on her instantly, slapping her back to the pound when Ellen tried pushing herself up.
"Now I'll get you really good," he snorted. "Now I'll fuck you 'til you taste my dick all the way up' in your throat."
Jeff grabbed her hair, a wad of jizz lodged in his pins-slit. He was ready now, his balls hurting. Pushing down his pants to his ankles, Jeff sank to the ground, looking bigger than he had moments ago. Ellen thought she would like to give him something for his trouble, a knife, an exchange of gifts at this kind of devil's celebration. He bent forward once more, back-handing her moth, making her shudder. A second boy left a red palm print on her ass.
"All the way overall the way," he said, grabbing her fleshy asscheeks and forcing her down onto her face.
Ellen tightened her asscheeks. He was going to fuck her in the ass as if she were some mindless thing whose only reason for living was to satisfy him.
He was on her now, his weight crushing Ellen, forcing her face into the dirt. She wriggled under him, fighting to breathe, struggling to be free of the crushing weight. Through the pounding in her head, she could hear the shouting of the young men around her. Then there was pain, a pain far more awful than the pain she had felt when he had fucked his fingers into her asshole. And there would be more. Of that, poor Ellen was sure. .