"That's not net," she shouted back, her face reddening with shame.
"Lyin' slut!" Jeff shouted.
He raised his fist, threatening to bring it down on her head. Darlene screamed, dodging him and running back toward the men. Her tits bobbed, slapping together while her thighs jiggled from her frantic moves. Darlene was panting heavily, her vision blurred.
They all seemed to be chasing her at once. Someone was slapping her ass, then another guy hit her across the face. A fist narrowly missed crashing into her chin while another succeeded in landing squarely against her lower back. The young teenager shrieked in pain, her body snapping backward while her knees gave way from the pain. Jeff held her around the waist, leaning back for balance and whirling her around and around. Her arms and legs flew out in front of her, her long blonde hair splashing across her face and blocking her vision. She felt sick from the violent spinning. Then he let go, sending her into a twisting, spinning movement. Darlene finally tumbled to the pound. More dust flew into her nostrils and mouth as she felt a sharp jolt of pain take her breath away. For a moment Darlene thought she had broken her arm. Struggling up from the hard dirt and rubbing her shoulder, the girl heard running behind her.
"No, oh no!"
Scrambling about like an animal, Darlene found herself running on all fours. In a second the redhead was an tap of her, one hand tearing at her hair whie another was beating her savagely across the back. Screaming and twisting around like a wild woman, Darlene felt all rational thought evaporate as she fought with all her strength for survival.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Uhhhh, no, no, stop!"
Jack was pulling her up from the round, twisting her wrist around so hard she thought he was going to break her arm. Darlene's knees bent, her breath going out from her lungs while stars popped in front of her eyes. Jack dragged her back to the group, making sure his grip on her wrist was firm. With a wide sweeping thrust he swung her around, letting the girl go. Darlene let out a little cry, stumbling around, and finding herself finally crashing back into Jeff.
She was so confused. It was difficult for her to tell up from down. They were screaming at her, pushing her, yelling at her. And all the while there was the threat of more pain, of more fucking.
"Ugh!" Jack was back on top of her, circling one hand around her waist and jerking it in hard. "Oooohhhhh!"
Her ribs ached from that move. He pulled her backward, jerking her legs off the ground. When Darlene kept screaming, he fucked two fingers in her pussy. The move was so surprising the girl let out a yelp, piss spurting from her pussy and wetting down both his hand and her thigh.
"Goddamn bitch! She's pissin' on my fingers," Jack muttered angrily.
"Then make her lick it off," Jeff suggested, laughing loudly with the rest of them.
"Yeah, come on, baby, lick it good," Jack said.
When Darlene refused to do as he ordered, the big redhead squeezed her ass with one hand while pushing his right knee hard into her lower back. The pain resulting from that move was crushing. Darlene opened her mouth and let out a mournful howl. Seeing her reaction, Jack quickly jammed his fingers into her mouth, pushing them down until the tips were brushing against her tonsils. Darlene gagged. The taste of her own piss was overwhelming. But there was nothing she could do. Jack kept telling her to lick, and his fingers were gagging her. Reluctantly, the girl did as she was told, licking his fingers, choking on the taste and smell. All the men laughed, obviously pleased.
Jack let her go, wiping his hands on his Levi's while Darlene stumbled forward. She bent aver, holding her belly while spitting out the terrible mixture of piss and spit onto the ground. More footsteps behind her. She turned, pushing back her hair only to find her cousin Jeff standing four feet behind her. He had that belt again, his knuckles turning white from the tight grip he had on the buckle. He was going to beat her, whip her in front, of his friends!
"Oh no, don't, not again! Oh, my ass is too sore. Please, Jeff, please…"
She could see there was no way out. The belt cracked out, then slapped her ass. Darlene squealed, jumping away as if she'd just been stung by a bee. She reached back, rubbing the red, injured spot, then she rushed toward the group of men. Anything would be better than having to withstand another belting. But the young studs only pushed her away, shoving her back in Jeff's direction.
"No!"
The belt came down again on her ass, raising, curving, red welts on top of the old white stripes. Someone gripped her shoulders, shoving her forward, thrusting her ass at Jeff.
"She's gonna shit if we keep this up," someone in the crowd shouted.
Another blow, this one across the side of the face. Darlene sobbed, covering her cheeks with one hand while struggling to keep her balance.
"Goddamned slut."
Jeff cracked her hard across the back of her head with one hand, knocking her to the ground. His buddies roared with approval as the girl groveled in the dirt. He was soon dragging her back, her heels scraping in the dust. Darlene let out another moan, wondering where he was taking her. She struggled, her heart racing. The wind had increased from the north, raising her fine blonde hair from her shoulders. It was growing cooler. Perhaps her aunt and uncle would return soon and stop this madness.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Jeff dragged her to the barnyard's center then let her fail on her back. She lay there for several seconds, staring unblinkingly at the sky. It was all so peaceful, serene. It was hard to believe someone would be doing something like this to another person on such a beautiful day.
The crack of leather just above her nose brought Darlene to. She snapped up, turning halfway around and seeing her cousin was wielding that awful belt again. He snapped the weapon, making it crack uext to her right cheek. The girl let out another groan, scooting back, feeling some of the gritty dirt working into her shitter and cunt.
"No, no, no!"
The same terror that had attacked Darlene earlier overwhelmed her now. She wiggled away from him, her fret sliding on the hard hot dirt. The men backed away, watching with muted interest as the two cousins confronted one another. Jeff kept snapping the belt, letting the end strike the ground just in front of the girl.
"No, oh no."
Darlene stretched back one hand for balance. She could see his prick straining in his pants. Oh yes, Darlene could well make out the big, broad cockhead pushing up against the faded blue Levi's material. She shuddered, remembering the first painful time he had fucked her!
"Come here, baby. Come here and show these guys how much you dig leather."
"No!"
This had to be a nightmare, the worst she had ever had in her young life. Sheer animal fear was making her heart beat rapidly. She thought that once he had finished abusing her he would turn her over to the other guys. And then they would probably turn her over to the dogs. Dogmeat. That was all she would be at the end of the day.
"Jeff, please, please, lemme go! I…" Darlene continued to whimper for her safety, her cries growing more desperate, louder as he approached her. She watched his booted feet as they crunched over the hard dirt. She could imagine them cracking over her cheeks, pressing down against her mouth while he beat her.
"Slut. You're gonna be taught some respect. When I get through with you, you're gonna jump even when I just look at you," he growled.
The other guys roared with approval. "Too many of you cunts think you got it made just 'cause you got some laws or somethin'. That don't matter out here, slut. You gotta jump when a guy says frog, or he's gonna beat the stilt outta you."
It was like being propelled back into the Middle Ages. Darlene sobbed, covering her mouth with both hands and still backing away from him. It was as if her cousin had gone mad.