Chapter 5
"Owwwww! Oh, you're hurting me!" The pain was awful, as if she were being ripped in two. Her cousin was relentless, bracing his hands on her shoulders and digging his knees painfully into the backs of her legs. He was fucking her mercilessly, driving his cockmeat in steadily up her asshole. Jeff used the full weight of his body to farce his fucker in. She thought she could feel her interior organs moving around to accommodate that massive prick slipping obscenely into her shitter and plowing through her ass guts.
"Yeah, that's a good hot-assed baby, give it to me, bitch!"
The pile-driving, mad force of his cockmeat in her shitter drove Ellen wild. Time and time again, she begged her cousin to stop fucking her ass. There was too much pain, too much agony throbbing up through her thighs into her cunt and making the young, sobbing girl scream in terror. His hands gripped her tits, mashing them, squeezing her nipples until she thought he was going to tear them off. He was a mindless, savage devil raping her back there, at times fucking his cock in so hard she thought he was surely tearing the small delicate ring of her asshole.
And then she felt him sliding his fingers around her hipbones, digging them into her cunt, tearing at the smooth lining and exciting her terribly. In seconds she was as bad as he was, rutting, gasping, fucking back, flattening her ass against his belly and pumping back and forth while his fingers fucked deep into her cunt. She could feel the repercussions in her clit when Jeff started firing his cum-load in her ass.
She could feel his spunk spitting into her ass guts as if it were hot water from an enema bag. And all the while he was fucking his cockmeat more slowly in and out while flailing her clit with his fingers.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she gasped.
Ellen couldn't hide her pleasure any longer. She let out long gasps of joy as Jeff settled onto her, moving his hips more slowly against her asscheeks. She felt his fucker stirring her insides around like a giant spoon, and Ellen had to admit to herself the sensation wasn't-all that bad.
She drew her hands up to her mouth, biting her knuckles. What kind of whore was she turning into? Her cousin had called her all those names. She hadn't believed them up until now. But her reaction to this savage ass-fucking was something she had never guessed would happen. She liked it! She really liked it! And what was worse, Ellen had the feeling her cousin Jeff saw that.
"Man, this cunt's too fuckin' much! Drained my balls out."
"Let us have a crack at her now, man," some of the boys were shouting.
"Sure. Later, maybe, but it's gettin' too late now. My old lady's gonna freak if Ellen comes in like this. She's got a big part to play, right?" Jeff said, rearing off her and pulling Ellen's head up from the dirt. "You're gonna play an. act like you never played before.
You're gonna tell my old lady somethin', and if you don't pull it off right, you're gonna wind up right back here with morel understand?"
"Yes, oh God, yes!" Ellen sobbed.
Pulling her hands in front of her, Ellen rose shakily to her feet, noticing the men were disappointed they couldn't all rape her tonight. She should have been grateful to her cousin for holding them off. But it was only for the purpose of her lie.
That began to bother her now as her cousin threw the remains of her clothes at her and ordered her to dress. How could she lie like that to her aunt, to a woman who had been so kind to her? And it would be a terrible lie! She would be admitting to having framed her cousin and causing so much trouble for nothing. And that would be a lie. Ellen trembled at the consequences. Would Aunt Helen tell her mother? Would she send her packing? It was something Ellen wouldn't have minded at all at this point. The thought of hanging around here with her cousin and his friends watching every move she made horrified her. She would be better off back in L.A. fighting the traffic and smog rather than running for her life in the clean country air.
Besides, Ellen thought as she drew her panties up over her thighs and reached for the remnants of her dress, she needed time to sort out what had happened to her. Why had she responded so readily to this attack? Why had she climaxed so many times when all she should have been doing was screaming for her life?
"Come on, baby, this ain't no pajama party. Let's get outta here and get gain'. Remember, tomorrow morning," Jeff said, pointing a warning finger at her as she gathered the torn dress around her body and stepped from the cabin.
Jeff led the way, holding her hard by the wrist, purposely twisting it now and then to send a reminding twitch of pain through her arm.
It was over. At least for now, it was over. Ellen stepped wearily through the high weeds, feeling her cousin's jizz still oozing from her asshole and wetting down her panties. The lights of the house appeared over the top of the hill. Jeff stopped, turning to his cousin and holding both her wrists.
"We'll go up the back outside stairs. The old lady won't see you like that. You change and come back down, and you don't act freaky or nothin', you understand?"
"How can I? You've just raped me, and then. .and then they. . ."
Jeff threw back his head and laughed, straightening suddenly and giving her a terrifying look of hatred. He gripped her shoulders, his fingers squeezing them so hard the girl shuddered in pain.
"So what? You been fucked. You liked it. Sure you did, so don't gimme that rape shit," Jeff spat out, shoving her backward. "You just act natural, then you tell my old lady what we talked about tonight, understand?"
Ellen sniffed, rubbing her nose and keeping her thoughts to herself. The house in front of her looked so secure, a fortress against anything untoward. And yet, cringing the way she was behind her cousin, Ellen knew differently, She had been maltreated horribly, abused, then threatened. And the only way to extricate herself from this awful mess was to lie to someone she respected and loved.
"Go on, get upstairs. Maybe I'll call on you later and give you a good-night fuck," Jeff said, slapping her hard on the ass.
She started to climb the stairs. It was a long haul as Ellen dragged herself up the stairs, hearing the television droning from the family room downstairs. Reaching the top landing, the girl rushed into the hall, not daring to look back. She hurried to her room and shut the door quietly behind her. Standing there, eyes closed, her arms wrapped around her body, her shoulders shaking against the door, Ellen thought she would stay there for the rest of her vacation. She would pretend she was on, anything to keep from seeing her cousin and his dreadful friends once more.
"Oh, God in heaven, sweet Jesus, what have I done?" she said, covering her face and sinking in defeat to the floor.
She could still feel the kiss of the leather belt against her flesh, the sound of the guys roaring as she struggled to her feet, the horrid sound of a cock tearing through her asshole while she crawled like some animal in the dirt. Still on all fours, the teenager crawled to the bed, stretching her body over the mattress and lying there on her back. She closed her eyes finally, still seeing Jeff, still feeling his body squirming on top of hers while he hurt her so much...
The following morning was dreadful for the girl. Jeff was there at the breakfast table, watching her the way an eagle might watch his prey. Ellen came down sullenly, saying very little while her uncle wolfed down breakfast and rushed out to go to town.
It was only when her aunt began a lecture on drinking once more that Ellen stood up and "confessed" to her lie. Jeff was pleased, grinning at her behind his coffee cup while his mother stared open-mouthed at her niece.
"I never, never would have thought you capable of doing something like that, Ellen. Why would you tell such a tale to hurt your cousin?"
Ellen fumbled for an answer, curling the napkin again and again in her fingers, keeping her eyes from her cousin Jeff. Thinking it might be "fun" to watch him twist in the wind under parental scrutiny was about the only thing she could drum up. Aunt Helen dismissed her with some dismay, apologizing profusely to her son and warning Ellen that she had to think over the possibility of sending her back to Los Angeles.
Ellen felt herself deflate with relief as she left the kitchen. Leaving the farm. That would be fine with her. She would rather face her mother's confusion and shaking finger than go through another evening with her crazy cousin and his rowdy buddies.
Climbing the stairs to her room, Ellen was about to think of how to pack when Jeff came running up to the foot of the steps.
"Not bad. Real good, in fact. My mom's all bent outta shape about you. Doubt she's gonna send you home, though. Come on down to the barn in a couple of hours," Jeff said, checking his watch and raising his eyebrows as he noticed the time. "Got some chores to do, but I'll be free by then."
Ellen turned on the stairs, clutching the dark oaken hand rail. She trembled with indignation. How dare he tell her to come to him? Especially considering what had happened and what she had just done!
"No. I won't. Your mother's going to send me home and Jeff's face darkened. He held up one hand and scowled at her.
"I ain't got no time to argue with you," he said, keeping his voice soft as he checked over his shoulder to make certain his mother wasn't there. "You'll come because you wanna come." He grinned menacingly.. "I can get you any time I want, drag you outta bed if I have to."
"But... but you promised, you said... I did this, you'd leave me alone," Ellen protested, her face flushing red as she felt her hopes sinking.
"So, I lied," Jeff said with a grin, shrugging as he backed away, flipped on his cowboy hat, then stamped out the front door.
Ellen stood there on the stairs for a while, feeling as if she could pitch herself from the landing to the living room below and end all her problems. He had made her do this horrid thing, and then lied to her, breaking his promise, telling her she had to. . . no, she wouldn't do it!
Turning, Ellen rushed on up the stairs, catching sight of the grandfather clock and seeing she had plenty of time to pack, get out and flag a bus, if she could dare to do such a thing. She had money. Her mother had given her some before she left. She could explain partially what had happened later.
Ellen's mind was a whirlwind of confusion as she rushed into her room and pulled the things from the closet, stuffing them in her suitcases.
She had packed nearly half when the futility of the whole affair settled on her mind. They would laugh at her, condemn her, even blame her for what happened if the whole truth came out. Women always took the blame, Ellen thought with despair, sitting calmly on the bed and looking at the white-faced alarm clock. She would have to listen to Jeff, perhaps plead with him later on, beg him not to do this to her. She was family, his own flesh and blood.
Slowly Ellen replaced her things, eyeing the clock and seeing it was nearly noon when she had finished. She would avoid seeing her aunt. She was too ashamed to come face-to-face with the woman.
Once more she used the back stairs shading her eyes in the brilliant noonday sun and going down to the yard. There in the near distance she could see her cousin Jeff standing alone by his father's blue Chevy pickup, wiping the sweat from his forehead with one hand while holding his hat with the other. He had just noticed her coming down. She could tell that from the way he stiffened and put on his hat.
"God, help me," she murmured.
"Thought you'd be right about on time," Jeff said, checking his watch, then scanning the horizon. "Pop's not back. Figured he wouldn't be. Come on, baby, I'm hot to trot with you."
Ellen paused, lowering her head while feeling her feet become planted in the round.
"I don't want you. . . hurting me, Jeff. It's not right."
Her cousin laughed and shook his head, grabbing her by the elbow and pulling her after him.
"You ain't got a choice, really. You gonna shout your fool head off right now? Huh?"
Ellen lowered her eyes, knowing she would stay quiet.
"Thought so. Come on."
Jeff pulled her around to one side of the pickup, pushing her in and slamming the door behind her. Ellen settled in the seat. Jeff climbed in and started the truck up, shifting gears quickly and jerking the car forward.
Ellen looked at the house in her rear-view mirror, wishing she had the courage to throw open the door and jump out. Instead, the teenager sat there, hands folded modestly in her lap, feeling the nipples of her tits rubbing ticklishly against her bra as the truck lurched and bounced over the twisting dirt road. A tornado of dust swirled behind them as Jeff guided the truck down through the south pasture, along the river, and past the small shack where he and the others had raped her.
Ellen looked back, then stole a glance at her cousin. Where was he taking her? She settled back in the seat, her heart starting to pound more furiously as the cab rocked and rolled along the country road.
They must have driven nearly five miles when he pulled to the left and slowed down. Leaning forward over the wheel, Jeff narrowed his eyes and peered through the windshield, looking satisfied at what he saw.
"Good. They ain't there yet. Got some time to ourselves, just like I planned," he said with satisfaction, stepping on the gas and guiding the pickup carefully off the road into a grove of towering elms. "Come on, get out."
She opened her door, swinging her lithe legs out and wondering where on earth they were going. She could see no structure in the area. There were plenty of open fields and groves, but no homes. He got out and came around.
"This way," he said.
He took her by the elbow again, his fingers bruising her flesh. Ellen panted, shaking the loose hair from her eyes as she tried to keep up with her fast-walking cousin. They threaded their way through the field, finally topping one hill and stopping, "Right over there. We've been gettin' shit together for a long time for somethin' like this. You're the first one to try it. Real nice, real nice," Jeff said, letting one hand slide down the small of her back and cup her ass.
Ellen swung around, slapping his fingers away. Jeff wasn't offended, laughing as he grabbed her hand and pulled her down the bill. Ellen now saw where he was taking her a two story rotting farmhouse that looked as if it hadn't been touched for several years. Part of the roof had already fallen in while the porch sagged badly toward the ground. Weeds and tall grass had grown up along the stone foundation, so that the white clapboard house seemed to be floating on top of the grass.
They nearly ran through the weeds, Jeff pulling her, swearing when she stumbled and fell. She half expected him to kick her. But she realized he was anxious to get her into the house and wasn't about to waste valuable time mistreating her out here.
He dragged her up the stairs by one arm, wheeling her around and slamming the girl against the side of the house. Ellen pressed one cheek against the rotting wall, trying to catch her breath as she watched her cousin fishing a key from his pocket and opening the front door.
"Inside!" he barked.
Pushing herself from the wall, Ellen stepped inside, smelling the odor of rot and neglect while she saw clouds of dust swirling at her feet. Jeff stepped in behind her. He pushed her through the living room, not saying a word as they entered the kitchen and turned around where she guessed the stove and refrigerator had once stood.
"Down the steps. It's cooler down there in the basement."
As she reached the top of the stairs, Jeff grabbed both her arms, drawing them roughly behind her and twisting her wrists until Ellen thought he would break all the small bones in her hand. She screamed, doubling over, her knees giving way while her feet slipped dangerously over the top step.
Spittle frothed from her mouth while her cousin guided her down the first few steps, purposely banging her forehead against the gray cinderblock wall. He was pulling her arms farther back now, increasing the pulling, tearing ache in both shoulders while his fingers continued to twist her wrists around.
Ellen thought she felt something pop and break in both hands while the agony in her shoulders throbbed to a burning ache. Her legs wouldn't obey her any longer. The girl felt herself falling down the stairs, prevented from pitching headfirst only by her cousin's strong hands.
"Go for it, bitch."
Then he let go, thrusting her forward.
Ellen shrieked, her arms suddenly freed, but her body falling through the air, arms and legs kicking out and flailing. She was falling into the darkness, her right ankle striking the steps and the handrail several times. Somewhere in the distance was the floor. And then, with a crashing thud, everything went black for the young blonde teenager.