"This is crazy! Oh please, no, no, don't, don't touch me again!"
Jeff only laughed at her protest.
"Sink that leather back into her body, man. I dig listenin' to that sound, especially when it's commin' from a bitch like her," the redhead roared.
"Yeah, she sure moves around real nice and fast once I get to beltin' her good!"
Jeff cracked his belt again. Darlene thought she would faint from the sound. She slid backward, her toes curling into the dirt. The belt came down against the back of her neck, the rough edge nearly cutting into her windpipe. Darlene screamed, reaching up and pulling the leather off her as if it were some terrible snake. Reeling backward, the girl turned and found herself running once more on all fours. The tips of her tits brushed over the ground.
"Get 'er, man – beat the little slut," someone shouted.
Darlene had no idea where she was running to. She only knew she had to keep away from that awful belt cracking just behind her. She scrambled forward, plunging headlong into Jack's legs. He slapped her, taking her by the chin and shoving her back so she fell on her spine. Jeff was right there, bringing down the belt again and again across her thighs. Screaming, Darlene scrambled to her feet once again and began rushing this way and that.
"Help! Oh God, somebody help me!"
Jeff was standing spread-legged in front of her now, bent over slightly at the waist as if he were a football lineman ready to charge. Darlene gulped, looking around her, streaks of perspiration straining her dust-covered cheeks.
"Please, no, no more, no more!"
But her sobbing voice only provoked her cousin more. He snapped the belt down hard, the tip nipping her toes. Darlene yelped, jumping back. The wind blasted against her bare asscheeks now. Her asshole puckered from the touch as she jerked back, rubbing her injured feet. Someone threw a clod of dirt at her, striking her face. She lost her balance and fell to one side. She tried crawling faster away from her approaching cousin. But she found she could barely move. It was as if she were trapped in some hideous dream, the kind where it was impossible to get away from some approaching evil no matter how hard she tried.
"God in heaven, help me!"
But no heavenly aid came either. Jeff purposely took shorter steps now. He didn't want to overtake her yet. He played with her the way a wolf might play with prey. Darlene found herself moving slower, mesmerized by her cousin's strange movements.
"It's a game, baby. Come on and play it with us," Jeff suggested.
"No, no, I won't!"
Darlene reeled backward toward the barn, falling again and again, but always regaining her balance just as it appeared her cousin would fall down on her and beat her senseless with the belt. Then the young blonde teenager felt her hair snagging on something behind her. She turned to see what it was. A roll of barbed wire! She couldn't move now without tearing half the hair from her scalp. Looking up at her cousin, Darlene saw the triumph in his eyes. He was standing there, his prick clearly visible in a broad tubular outline against his Levi's. The guys drew closer, wanting to see what Jeff would do.
"Looks like you came to the end, baby. You gave a good show. And now you're gonna get a good reward for it," Jeff sneered.
"Oh no, no, don't!"
Darlene looked with mounting terror at the broad black leather belt hanging limply to his side. She brought both hands up to her face and tits, fearing the worst. Jeff snapped one arm up, bringing the belt up over his head like a snake. Darlene trembled, hearing the leather hissing through the air. It came down quickly, biting the flesh along her ribs, just below her left tit.
Darlene snapped forward, that move tearing more strands of her hair from her scalp. The young girl screamed, falling back. She felt her spine rubbing up against the sharp barbed wire and moved cautiously to one side. She didn't want to have the awful metal cutting her flesh. Another blow, this one slicing over her thighs. She was still screaming in a mindless torrent, scooting away from the awful blows. Darlene felt the hot tearing sensation in her scalp. But at this point didn't care. She rubbed her scalp with one hand while trying to balance herself with the other. Again the belt sliced into her asscheeks. But at least she was freed of that terrible barbed wire tearing at her hair.
Darlene found herself running into a fence post. She was helpless, completely unable to protect herself. There was nothing to fend off those dreadful, skin-tearing blows. It seemed all too useless. He was going to beat her to death anyway. Why should she fight him? She would die in the dust.
"Aghghhghhh."
The belt came down again, the leather slicing into her tit tips. It was as if he had set her tits on fire. Her body snapped upward like a jackknife. Wheeling around on her ass, Darlene rolled away. She exposed her ass with that move. Jeff wasn't slow to take advantage, moving right in and bringing down the leather belt onto her ass. Darlene shrieked at the hot pain, writhing on the hard dirt and struggling to get back up on her feet again. Jeff shot out one booted foot, kicking her in the lower back.
The belt swung in the air with a continual hissing sound now. Darlene pushed the hair from her eyes, staring with hatred and terror at the awful thing. She wanted to take a knife and plunge it in her cousin's heart. That was what he deserved, a knife in the heart for having betrayed a family trust and having turned her into some kind of sideshow for his buddies. "No, oh God!"
The tip caught the lower swell of her asscheeks again. She screamed, turning to face him. The dust in her nose and mouth made her cough and gag. Jeff paused for a second. Was he quitting? Or was he thinking of something yet more horrible for her?
"Bitch. You're probably cummin' your fuckin' head off right now. And all the time, you're moanin' about how terrible you think I am."
"You animal! I hate you," she hissed. "Yeah, that's what you say now. But when I start fuckin' you, you're gonna snap them legs around me and fuck your brains out."
"No, no, never!" She wanted to claw him like a beast in the jungle. But all Darlene could do was try to keep away from him and his belt. "Aghhh!"
Again and again the belt came down, making her dizzy with pain and terror. It chewed the flesh along her inner thigh. It was close, so close to her cunt. Oh, it was happening again! He was exciting her with the leather, beating her up to a climax. Her body was turning her into a whore.
"No, no, no!"
But there was a change in her voice, a change the men and Jeff noticed. The pleasing warmth from her clit started spreading to all parts of her body. Again the belt bit into her flesh just around her clit. Again Darlene whimpered then screamed. But the cries now weren't just those of pain and terror. There was something soft in them, something that aroused the men more as they watched her squirming in the dirt.
Jeff glared at her, bringing down the belt one more time against her back.
"Okay, you had your chance, baby. Now you're gonna get the full blast."
What was he talking about? Was he going to use some other form of torture? Darlene found herself eagerly waiting, facing down in the brown dirt. Her legs were spread, and her asscheeks flexed as if she were awaiting another hot kiss from the black leather belt. The bloodied stripes streaked over her asscheeks, contrasting with her white flesh. Some of the young men were licking their dry lips. They would have given anything to have mounted the full-titted youngster right now. But Jeff was running the show. He always did. They knew that and kept their respectful distance while be contemplated what next to do to his cousin.
"Gonna be my turn first, slut. Gonna be my turn in your pussy before I turn you over to them," he said, jerking his head at his buddies.
Her worst fears had been confirmed. She would be meat for the dogs, something to fuck to death. She didn't move, however, knowing full well what would happen to her. She watched him unzip his fly, reaching in with his right hand to pull out that long fat prick that had fucked her the other day.