Darlene was still crawling slowly away from the group.
"Man, that don't mean she's finished," Jack protested, running his fingers through his red hair.
The others protested as well, still looking at Jeff to see what his reaction was. She was, after all, his property.
"I don't give a fuck what you do with her. Just that my old man's gonna be back pretty fuckin' soon. I don't want him seein' what the fuck's goin' on here. That'd spoil everything in the future, understand?"
The others nodded, their eyes still drawn to the lithe naked girl crawling on the ground. Darlene hoped perhaps they would let her go. But she could feel the electricity still in the air. No. They wanted more – more humiliation, more pain inflicted on her. She gasped as she felt a hand caress her bare ass.
"No!"
"Tie her down, man – right to the ground. You know, like they did those white guys in those Indian movies. Stakes, right here," Jack said, his face brightening from its former stupid, slack expression at the idea.
"No, oh no!"
Someone was holding Darlene to the ground with his boot. The filthy sole pressed against the back of her neck, threatening to snap her spine. She rolled her eyes up, watching as several men appeared to be rushing in and out of the barn. Someone said something about a hammer. Then there were the metallic sounds of small objects striking against one another. Someone drove something into the dirt some four feet from her face. Blinking her eyes clear, Darlene could see it was a rusty railroad spike. While one stud held it, another was using a sledgehammer and pounding it into the dirt. When it ws about five inches above the ground he stopped hammering. The procedure was repeated four times. Darlene could feel the ground shaking under her ominously as the spikes were driven in.
The booted foot was removed from the back of her neck. Jack pulled her around, dragging her ass-first on the ground to a position in the center of the broad rectangle defined by the stakes. He let go. Her cousin was standing there with four pieces of rope, slapping them gently against one leg.
"See these, baby? Remember how I roped you up last night?"
"Yeah, probably hog-tied the bitch good and proper to fuck her cherry out," Jack commented.
"Turned out probably didn't need it after I popped it. She was hot – just as hot as she was when she nearly snapped off my cock today."
"She's gonna do some more snappin' before we leave," Jack said, a threatening promise in his voice.
Darlene stared at those ropes and the stakes surrounding her. She was certain he was right.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, you're… hurting me!" They had stretched Darlene out, her ass flattened against the hard dirt while her anus and legs were in an X position. Jeff was just above her head, having cinched a two-foot piece of line around her wrist and now attaching it to one of the stakes. Darlene craned her neck upward, watching him tie the rope. Jack and one other boy were stretching her legs downward, spreading them, then slipping the rope around her ankles.
"Please."
The ropes were tight. Darlene groaned, closing her eyes while the boys finished their roping. In a moment her body was stretched taut over the hard, hot dirt. Jeff was standing up by her head, stretching his arms over his head and yawning.
"You sure know how to throw a good fuck, baby. And now looks like the boys have got something special for you," he said with a grin.
Darlene looked from arm to arm, her forehead wrinkled, her heart racing. All sorts of ideas rushed through her head. Maybe they were going to pour honey on her and watch as ants devoured her. She had heard Indians had done something like that. When Jack swaggered over to her, however, she thought of something else. He was unzipping his pants, pulling out his prick. He made no attempt at trying to get his cock hard. He just held it, aiming the cockhead right at her belly. He bent his knees slightly, arching his back while grinning down at her. A clear drop appeared at his piss-slit. It was then it occurred to Darlene that the boy was going to piss on her!
"Don't! Oh, no!"
She smiled wildly at him, her arms tugging at the ropes that pulled than high above her head. A feeling of revulsion swept over the girl as she watched Jack bend his knees a little farther. It started. She saw the first few drops of piss dribble from his prickhead. Then a small yellowish twisting stream of pies began to pour from his cock.
Darlene threw back her head as she felt the first of the hot, wet stream. The girl stiffened, her muscles bulging out against her flesh. She sucked in her breath, holding it as the yellowish, hot stream of piss splashed over her belly. Darlene had never felt so filthy before in her life! She couldn't believe they were doing this to her! Jack moved the stream back and forth on her belly, laughing as the droplets streaked up to her chin. Darlene did all she could to keep her face away from the horrid stream of piss. She closed her lips tight, tilting her head back. She would have covered her mouth if she could. But her arms were stretched above her head, making it impossible for her to do anything but endure this terrible humiliation!
He moved the stream of piss up to her tits now, soiling her nipples, laughing as the girl arched her spine once more in revulsion and wallowed her shoulder blades against the hard soil. Jack directed the stream first against the roundness of her tits, watching with interest as the hot piss spattered against her tits, then rolled down either side of her body to dampen the dirt. Darlene felt the soil getting wet under her. Piss! They were pissing on her as if she were their private toilet!
Darlene wanted to faint, to lose consciousness. The hot piss felt like some terrible greasy, scalding oil anointing her body. She blinked her eyes, turning them back in the direction of Jack. The stream of piss, was long and twisty, still going strong from his cockhead. He moved it now up, up toward her throat. The terrible idea that he was going to make her drink his piss flashed into her head. She groaned, wallowing her back against the dirt as more piss splashed over her belly.
Darlene felt him moving the piss stream back down toward her navel and sighed with relief. She could feel the filthy pin spilling over her cunt, the piss oozing into her fuck-slit. He moved the stream down a little farther, wetting down her thighs, making sure the piss played between her cunt and asshole. The stinging sensation made her clit tweak just a bit as Jack watched her shivering under his attack. He grinned sheepishly, his pin quickly diminishing to a tiny stream. When he was through, the young stud flicked off the final drops onto her belly. Darlene groaned. The hot sun was making the piss on her belly and thighs steam. She could smell the foul odor of the piss.
"Please, no more, no more!"
Again she made the plea. And again they ignored her.
"Don't go anywhere, baby."
Darlene shut her eyes, biting her lips in rage and frustration. Jack was stuffing his cock back into his pants while someone else came up to her face. It was the dark-haired boy she'd seen cheering so loudly just before her cousin had fucked her in the ass. He had his prick out now, a short, but thick prick with a wide-flared cockhead. He was holding his cock between his thumb and forefinger, directing it right at her face. There was a look in his eyes that told her he was going to pick up where Jack had left off.
"No!"
But protest was useless.
"Open your fuckin' mouth." Darlene clenched her teeth more tightly together, shaking her head. There was no way they were going to make her open her mouth voluntarily. They would have to knock her out first.
"I said, open your fuckin' mouth."
Nothing happened. Her cousins bent down, pressing his fingertips hard against where her upper and lower jawbones met. The resulting pain was terrible. Darlene let out an awful scream, her lips parting.