"Oh, no, no!"
The girl turned around and plodded through the storm toward the barn. Could she find safety there? No, no, she had to go beyond it, keep running, run for town, for the next farm, run anywhere to get away from these brutes. For something told the blonde teen that Billy and his friends would put her through the worst if they ever got their hands on her. Her aunt and uncle would doubtlessly be away for a long time, helping out with the disaster in town. The boys must have seen the car drive away and waited for Carol either to go to bed or race from the house.
"The barn!" Billy cried.
One of the taller boys moved in front of the others, his boots squishing in the mud. Carol heard him getting closer, the sounds of his racing feet drowning out the slackening storm. Then she felt his hands down her back. He missed her once, twice, then finally grabbed onto her.
"Lemme go!" Carol screamed, her feet twisting around one another in the mud while the wind blew her wet hair in ha face.
"A fighter!" the tall, dark-haired young man said, shaking the water from his eyes. He held her tightly, his fingers pressing into her upper arms while his legs knocked hers apart. What was he planning to do, fuck her right there in the storm with rain and hail pelting them both? Carol threw back her head and let out a hellish scream of terror and revulsion. The dress she wore clung to her body wetly.
"Billy said you were a hot little number. Let's see just how hot you are."
The young man pawed the girl's tits, moving one hand up front and ripping the top buttons off her dress. He tore the garment, found her bra strap and pulled. Carol struggled futilely, grunting, clawing, kicking, scratching as best she could while trying to keep her balance on the wet dirt. Then there were more tearing sounds and the bra ripped loose from her body. She was naked from the waist up, her tits swinging free.
"No… no," she whispered, managing to pull one hand up, dragging her fingernails across his cheek.
The young man screamed, jerking back and dropping his hands from Carol's body. The young woman turned, desperate, holding up her torn dress, stumbling forward. But the boy wasn't about to be put off. While Billy and the other friend stood to one side, he lunged forward, grabbing one hand and hauling Carol to the ground.
"Ohhhhh!"
"Stupid slut!" the young man said, holding his cheek as Carol lay in the mud, her hair hanging in front of her eyes while wet dirt covered her legs and part of her belly.
"Hey, Jack, she too much for you?" Billy shouted over the wind.
The dark-haired youth said nothing, reaching down and dragging her by one arm toward the barn. Her heels dug trenches in the mud while the girl still struggled. Carol's heart raced. The wind had increased again, raising gooseflesh all over her body. The damp chill cut to her bones.
Jack dragged her to the doorway of the large old wooden barn, Billy and the other boy following close behind. He dropped her in the dirt. Carol looked up. He was soaked to the skin as she was, his dark blue Levi's clinging to his flesh, revealing a bulge between his legs that promised as much cockmeat as her cousin had.
"Open this fuckin' thing up and let's get goin' on her," Billy said, nodding at the door.
"Oh, no, no!" Carol cried, wiggling desperately.
Jack advanced slowly while Billy and the other boy pushed the door open with a loud rumbling sound. His boots squished in the mud as the girl scooted backward.
"Please, leave me alone, let me go back to the house. I haven't hurt you," the girl whimpered. Rain pelted her, cleaning some of the mud off her legs and arms.
"Don't care. Let's go," Jack said, hauling Carol off the ground and dragging her screaming into the barn.
CHAPTER FOUR
"No, don't… don't," Carol cried, her pleas growing louder as Billy approached her. She was standing against the stall where he'd raped her the first time. She shivered, rubbing her palms up and down her arms while keeping her knees pressed tightly together. Her dress clung to her upper chest, still protecting her tits from view.
"Hey, Ron, you wanna get into her? Man, she's got a nice, tight little pussy. I know, I'm the only one who's fucked her."
"Hey, Christ, with that fat rod you got between your legs, she's about as tight as a tunnel," the smaller of the three young men laughed, running his fingers through his long blond hair.
Carol stared from one to the other, brushing the wet hair from her eyes. For a second, at least she was out of their reach. Oh, how good and warm the barn was… compared to that awful damp chill outside. The storm seemed to be letting up. The howling wind had stopped shaking the old wooden building. Maybe her aunt and uncle would be coming back soon. How good that would be! Then Billy and his friends couldn't torture her anymore.
"Come here, baby."
Carol stared at Jack's outstretched hand, her eyes then dropping to his crotch. She could see his dick straining against his wet Levi's, tenting up the material. Her body trembled. This was a nightmare… a terrible, horrible nightmare. Terror knifed through her mind. This was no dream, no illusion. She knew what her cousin was capable of and could only guess at what the others would do at his suggestion. The girl could only imagine what he told the others laughingly… that when he was through with her he'd turn her over to his buddies the way a cook tosses an old piece of meat to the dogs.
"No, you're going to hurt me!"
"Not… much."
That wasn't very reassuring to the young girl.
She moved back, away from the three young men who stood like hangmen in front of her. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Her terror-stricken eyes were wide and focused on the advancing hulk of Jack's body. He reached out and Carol shivered, turning her face away and letting out a low groan.
"Oh, no, no," she moaned.
Jack sucked in a deep breath, moving his hand sharply to one side, then drawing it back across her face. The force of that slap knocked the girl to her knees. Stars exploded in front of her, as her brain reeled from the blow. Carol cried out, scooting past Jack on all fours like an animal. The three boys watched, fascinated at the blonde teenager's reaction. The top of her tarn dress fell away from her body, letting her huge tits hang down low. The stiff red tips brushed over the hay. Jack moved behind her, raising one leg and kicking out.
"Uhhhhghhhh!"
Carol pitched forward as the booted foot smacked hard against her big asscheeks. Her hands flew out in front of her while her knees left the ground. Landing on her belly, the blonde teenager quickly scrambled back to her crawling position. Useless, futile! They closed in on her now, standing in a tight circle, advancing on her. Carol sobbed, covering her mouth with one hand, choking down a rifled scream as she backed into the stall.
"The race's over, baby. Come on, Carol, give 'im your paw." Billy shouted.
The girl shook her head slowly from side to side, watching in horror as her cousin slowly unbuckled his dreadful black leather belt and drew it through the loops of his soaked Levi's.
"Don't… don't!" Carol cried. She twisted around, her arms flailing as she tried to cover bawl! Billy brought the belt down, the tip slicing the flesh just below her tits.
"Aggghhh!" Carol squealed, her body snapping to one side. She rolled over, feeling hands on her body, hands tearing at her dress, pulling the wet material away. She felt the dress rip from her sides. Now only her panties were left.
"Just warmin' you up for more."
Billy swung the belt over his head. Carol twisted around. She saw him, standing spread-legged in front, seeing him as she'd seen him days before when he fucked her si brutally in the same spot. The belt chewed the flesh along her hips. She was still screaming a mindless babble of sound, crawling along the hay, trying to get away from this man.