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"You try anything like jumping out, and I'm gonna make sure these tires redecorate your fuckin' face."

"I won't," she promised, folding her arms over her tits and hugging her chest.

The truck bounced from the yard, turning away from this main road and ambling in the opposite direction. The headlights picked up clumps of sagebrush and juniper trees as they climbed a steep hill.

"Where are we going?"

"Someplace… a place me and some of the guys put together for gettin' away. We do some heavy drinkin' there at times. Some heavy fuckin', too. That way, the folks don't find out about it and get all bent."

Darlene settled back in her seat, her hand resting on the door handle. More than once she thought about throwing it open and tumbling from the truck. But then that other part of her mind, the dark part, kept her seated.

They drove along, the narrow dirt road for nearly ten minutes. When they rounded a sharp curve, Darlene saw the lights pick up a small shack at the end of the road. Trees surrounding it made it difficult to spot from most angles below.

"We're here alone?" Darlene asked, hoping that at least she would only have her cousin to contend with.

"For right now." Jeff pulled up to the cabin, shutting off the engine and opening her door. "Get out."

Darlene stepped from the truck, feeling her cousin again damping his strong fingers around her wrist and pulling her in the direction of the cabin. She winced at the harsh touch, stumbling over the front steps and pitching onto her face once. Her hand stretched out, the fingers nearly breaking as she tried catching herself on the porch. All around them, Darlene could hear the stirring night sounds of the countryside. There was something dreadfully ominous about them.

"Inside."

He pushed her in roughly, slamming the door and locking it behind her. There was a musty odor about the place. She stood in the middle, hugging her body again while Jeff fumbled behind her for the light switch.

Darlene's eyes widened as she looked around at the walls. There were all sorts of devices hanging from the hooks. Some resembled the harness they had forced her to wear the other day. There were whips, riding crops, huge screws, other metal devices, and long pink-and-white things that looked like cocks. If this had been Hollywood, Darlene wouldn't have been too surprised. But never would she have expected something like this out here in God's country! "Some of the boys ain't used to workin' with this kinds shit around. Freaks 'em out, still," Jeff said, pocketing the key, then walking up to one of the riding crops and smoothing his fingers over it.

"And you're not?" she ventured, her eyes again taking in the weird assortment of torture devices.

"Not so much," he said, shrugging after examining the other devices. "We got together and pooled our money. Some of the shit we sent away for. Some of the others we managed to get in Frisco or L.A."

It was a medieval torture chamber, and her cousin was the custodian of it!

Jeff had grown' tired of the talking and was ready for action. He approached her, his hands wiping on either side of his trousers. Darlene stepped back, facing something like the original terror that had assailed her earlier when he first attacked her and raped her with his knife.

"Now, we're gonna cut this crap and get down to business." He slapped her.

"Ugh!"

It was not nearly as hard as the slaps she had endured earlier. Her head snapped to the left while her body twisted and fell to her knees. Jeff snarled at her to stand. When she didn't move as quickly as he liked, he kicked her in the ribs, sending her sprawling to the round. Crawling on top of her, he began tearing her clothes from her body. Darlene hadn't bothered with panties and a bra, knowing full well they would be torn away.

He stood back, looking at her one more time before turning and pulling out some cord, tucking it into his rear pocket. He pulled the naked girl up from the floor, spinning her around and slamming her up against the wall. Darlene did all she could to keep from sliding back to the floor. She knew her cousin would be displeased if she fainted now and would beat her savagely.

Manacles! Manacles attached to the wall! He had worked on this place, turning it into a torture chamber! He locked her wrists and ankles into those metal hoops.

"No, no," she protested.

Jeff left her for a moment, her body rubbing up against the rough wooden walls. Flashes of the horrible memory of being roped down on the pound came to her as she watched her tormentor playing with more instruments on the wall.

"Why… why have you done this to me?" Darlene gasped, staring into his eyes.

Jeff paused for a second, grinning hellishly at her. She trembled, fearing the answer.

"Just because. When I first saw you, I knew you and me was the same."

"No, no, that's not true! You're lying!" she screamed at him, tears starting to well in her eyes.

"You can whine all you want, baby, but the proof's right here," he said, pointing to his prick, then moving his finger to point at her pussy. "And that tells me a whole fuckin' lot."

"Ohbhhh!"

Jeff chuckled sadistically, reaching out and taking one of her big high-riding tits in his hand. Darlene pushed her head back, closing her eyes and still trying to deny the statement Jeff had made. She felt him squeezing that tit, pinching it as if he were testing the resiliency of the tit flesh.

"No, oh God, Jeff, no, no!"

He fastened his lips to one of her nipples and started sucking hard. The girl rolled her head from side to side. It was when he started biting the long nipple that she started screaming.

"Aghhhhhh! Oh, you're… oh, God!"

"Just the two of us, bitch. Right now, ain't nobody around to stop me."

Darlene shrieked again. He had bitten into her tit just above the areola. She kit those sharp teeth digging into the soft flesh of her tit. A lancing pain shot through her body, making her ass slam against the wall again and again. Darlene jerked forward, pulling wildly at the manacles, trying to tear free of her bonds. It was impossible. Again Jeff bit into her tit, waking the young teenager shriek. She thought he was going to tear the nipple from her tit.

"Ohhhhh."

Jeff drew his head away and smiled at her reaction.

"That's the way, baby. Keep on screamin', nobody's gonna come here and help you. But you keep on screamin'. That's why I thought about punkin' this place up. The more you shout it out, the more I'm gonna dig it."

"No, oh God, no, don't do this, don't." She felt more helpless, more terrified out here in the country alone with her cousin than she had with the other guys back at the farm. Here, there wasn't even the slightest suggestion of any limits. Jeff could do what he chose and there would be no one to stop him.

"Please, Jeff, I haven't done anything to you. I swear it, and I promise I won't do anything."

"Shut up! Damn, I don't mind it when you yell. But this fuckin' beggin' shit's gotta stop."

With that he reached around, pulling out a small dirty white handkerchief. Darlene stared at it, her face wrinkling with disgust. With one move, the young stud shoved it into her mouth, fucking it back until Darlene felt it touching her tonsils. She gagged, swallowing the spit gathering in her throat. Jeff finished pushing it down her mouth, then stepped back and nodded approvingly.

"That's the way it's gonna be from now on. You ain't gonna fuck me up with all that damned mouthin' off."

Jeff took some cord from a table and started binding her tits with them. The thick line was twisted around her soft tits in a tight circle. Darlene shivered, her body torn with the gagged sobs coming from her throat. She pleaded for mercy, but the handkerchief blurred all her words. He finished binding her tits, cinching the rope so that her nipples stood out all the more from the surrounding tit flesh. Jeff rubbed the flat of one palm over the sensitive flubs, making Darlene wince with horror and revulsion.