Paul Gable
Bound and raped cousin
CHAPTER ONE
"Why are you doing this to me?" Scalding tears rolled down Darlene's cheeks as she stared wildly at her cousin Jeff. Her feet shuffled back in the dirt while the tall dark-haired eighteen-year-old rubbed his cock with one hand. Darlene Mitchell had never had anyone slap her like that before in her young life. Tentatively she put one hand up to her right cheek, still able to feel the hot sting of her cousin's fingers against her flesh. Why, oh, why weren't her aunt and uncle home yet?
"I seen the way you been starin' at me ever since you got here," Jeff answered, leering at her. "Something's going to happen to you if you go around dressed half naked like that. I think that's what you want."
"That's not true," Darlene denied hotly, shaking her head from side to side.
Her long blonde hair slipped over her shoulders as she backed away once more. Jeff took another step forward, effectively blocking her escape from the tool shed. Why had she followed him out here? Why had she listened to him? Hadn't she caught something odd in his voice, a tone that should have warned her he had something more than familial interest in her? The young girl looked wildly around for something to use a a weapon – anything to prevent what she guessed Jeff had planned for her.
"I was just trying to be friendly," she said nervously.
Jeff snorted a laugh.
"Paradin' that tight ass around in those shorts till I'm goin' nuts, and you call that friendly. Well, you're gonna be mighty friendly, all right. By the time I get through pokin' your pussy, you're gonna be my best buddy."
The words sent chills rushing up and down Darlene's spine. Drawing one hand to her mouth, she stifled a scream, bending her knees slightly and bolting forward. It was a desperate move. If she could only get around her cousin, she'd be safe. Then Darlene would hide somewhere, wait for her aunt and uncle to return from their church meeting and throw herself at their mercy.
"No, don't… don't touch me!"
Jeff had been too quick for her. Darlene screamed, her knees buckling under her as she felt her cousin's fingers gripping her right wrist.
"Stupid bitch! Think you could get away from me?"
"Don't, Jeff… please leave me alone!" Her cries bounced off the wooden shed walls.
Outside, Darlene could hear the German shepherd barking. Her feet slipped on the dirty wooden floor as Jeff struggled to gain complete control of her.
He backhanded her, his knuckles bruising her chin. Darlene saw stars as she felt the numbing blow knocking her backward. Hands stretched to either side of her body, the young teenager reeled past her cousin. With a thud, Darlene crumped like a useless pile of rags to the floor. Jeff stood spread-legged above her, his thick muscled arms folded over his chest. Darlene pushed back her hair and stared pitifully at her cousin. A strange sensation of sheer terror began coursing through her as she waited far him to make his next move.
"If you ain't been fucked before by them city studs, you been askin' for it for a long time," he sneered, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Can smell it. Could smell your fuckin' pussy all the way across the dining room tonight."
"Jeff!"
"And it ow I'm gonna get me some of that hot little cunt right now… after I warm you up a little."
Darlene's rounded eyes watched in fear as he criss-crossed his arms and pulled off his sweat dampened white cotton T-shirt. She had seen her cousin bare-chested before, working around the shed with his father. Only now did he seem overwhelmingly threatening – as if with just his sheer will he could crush her into the ground.
She tried to get up, pushing her body up with both hands into a sitting position. Jeff raised one foot, pressing the tip of his boot against her forehead and knocking her back to the floor. Darlene's head struck the rotting floorboards as she flattened out.
"Gonna suck my cock too… gonna do all those fuckin' things I make my old ladies do around here."
"No!"
Again Darlene tried getting up. Again Jeff kicked her, this time sending the toe of his right boot smashing into the place just below her left lower rib. The force of the painful blow knocked the wind from her. Darlene's face reddened, her cheeks puffing out while the top of her body snapped forward.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Falling to one side, the girl curled protectively into a fetal position, drawing her knees up to her tits while pressing her knees together. Jeff raised his leg yet a third time, bringing his foot down between her legs and forcing her knees apart. Darlene complied, gnashing her teeth as she waited for the next blow.
It didn't come quite yet. His lips had curled into a hellish grin, revealing how much he enjoyed inflicting this pain and humiliation. He was there – her cousin, her own flesh and blood, booted, an emissary of horror sent to plague her. Darlene scooted back, her shorts riding up, the crotch panel pressing into her cuntal flesh. It was only at this point that Darlene realized an increasing feeling of sexual pleasure was mingling with her fear. He laughed, seeing that confusion in her eyes.
"Oh, Jeff, I won't tell anyone about this if you let me go now," Darlene pleaded, nearly as afraid of her own reaction as of her cousin's.
"Don't matter, nohow."
Jeff stepped forward. The girl's breath quickened while her flesh became prickly. The sweat on his cheeks made his stubbly chin glisten oddly.
"Oh, how can you do this to me?" she sobbed, her fingers curling into her thighs. She nibbed a tear from under one eye, praying God something would happen to prevent her certain rape.
But it was already happening. The girl could see the outline of her cousin's prick. Jeff kept rubbing the fat cockhead with the tips of his fingers until a dark blue stain began spreading over the crotch of his jeans. His breath was short and panting as he moved closer to her.
Darlene again tried to escape, twisting around and scrambling to her feet. Jeff stretched his arm forward, sliding his fingers around in her hair. Darlene felt him pulling back, yanking at her hair. A shock of pain raced over her scalp. Her head snapping backward, the girl gave a shriek of pain.
Screaming again and again, Darlene fell to her knees, her arms stretched in front of her. Jeff kept on pulling, tearing her hair from its roots. The blonde teenager could hear it ripping from her head. Horrified, Darlene sobbed and screamed, beating her palms against Jeff's hands. He only laughed at her wild efforts, dragging her halfway across the shed floor, then letting go.
Darlene sank to the floor, rubbing her fingers over her injured-scalp. When he began rubbing his Levi's, Darlene knew it was all over. He stopped halfway, bending down, then throwing himself on top of her as if she were a mattress. The sudden weight knocked the wind from her. The girl let out a shriek.
"Damn!"
Tiring of her cries, Jeff clapped one hand over her mouth, pressing his hand down so hard he cut her lips against her teeth. She squirmed madly, feeling his cock-bulge pressing up against one of her thighs. No! No! It couldn't be happening to her. She was a good girl, a nice girl! Darlene had never disobeyed her very strict mother. She had been a very proper young lady. Why was this happening to her? She felt her cousin's jeans pressing against hers, spreading her legs open while his breath panted heavily against her throat. For a moment she pictured him tearing out her windpipe with his bare teeth. And somehow that image caused a weird kind of excitement that was already making her cunt feel funny.
"Oh yeah, you want it bad, but you're fuckin' afraid to admit it. Right, baby?"
Darlene had no idea what he was talking about. All she knew was that he was hurting her again, his hipbones bumping painfully against hers while his hand shoved her head back hard against the floor.