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The belt came down again. Carol rolled away, straw sticking uncomfortably to her body. Again and again the belt whipped down. But instead of pain, gradually the young woman began to foci a odd bright warmth explode in her cunt, spreading to all puts of her flesh. At times, the belt smacked the old wounds from two days ago. Carol wondered briefly how much more heat could explode in her? What terrible thing had Billy unleashed in her body earlier and was now resurrecting? That strange force and now the pain from the actual whipping terrified Carol.

"Okay, okay, man, don't turn her into ground meat," Jack said, putting a restraining hand on his buddy's arm.

"Yeah, you're right," Billy said under his breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of one hand. Carol curled into a tight ball, sobbing hysterically as she covered her face with both hands.

"Man, let's put her through her paces now, you know what I mean?" Ron said, winking at Billy. "Let's see if she's as good as Betty Randall."

The three young boys smiled.

"We got Ranger in the car out back," Jack said. The three boys watched Carol. She pulled her head from between her arms and looked curiously at them. What were they talking about? Betty Randall? Ranger? Was there someone else around to torment her?

"Come on, let's get it over with," Jack said, shrugging his shoulders as Ron and Billy left the barn. Carol rubbed her fingers tenderly over the injured spots on her body. God, she thought, must be very angry with her. How could He allow this sort of terrible thing to happen to her otherwise? Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she turned away from the young man in front of her. Shame, guilt, and a growing fear of those three men gradually began to overpower her thoughts. Something told the young woman her ordeal was far from over.

CHAPTER FIVE

"No, no, no!"

Carol rolled her head from side to side, feeling pieces of straw clinging to her dampened cheeks. She rocked her ass around like a boat tossed in a storm.

"Not bad, honey. Too bad we don't have a camera. We could make bucks taking shots of you in town," Ron said.

"Come on, let's clean 'er up. I'm kinda tired of her already," Billy said with a touch of disgust in his voice.

"Hey, man, we ain't even got started with this one," Jack protested, rubbing his dick.

"Yeah, man, it's so fuckin' dull around here. The only thing we got iss cunt… lots of it… hot, juicy… like this one here."

Billy scratched his chin, thinking over what he should do. Glancing out the barn door, he noticed the storm had abated. He'd heard about the tornado in town and knew his parents would be leaving to help out. That was why he'd mustered his friends together even in the driving rain to have some "fun" with his cousin. And yet now that the dog had gotten to her, Billy felt some doubt as to doing anything more with her. She was his first cousin, even though she was – in his twisted mind – a woman who was just a cock-tease and deserved the degradation she was getting.

"Yeah, what the fuck," he said in a low whisper.

Jack and Ron smiled.

"Come one and let's get this bitch cleaned up," Ron said, bending down and taking one of Carol's legs. He dragged her out of the stall. Carol groaned, feeling the straw building up against her cunt, some of the stubble working painfully into her snatch and asshole. They were driving away the relaxing golden glow that had settled over her.

"Clean 'er up my way," Billy said, motioning for his buddies to stop pulling her toward the door. Ron and Jack moved back as the big farm boy strutted up to his cousin, smirking down at her. "I'm gonna show you just what the fuck I think about you."

"You don't have to," Carol said softly. "I already know."

"Man, you don't have any idea," Billy said, angry at her presumption. He moved above her, his legs pressing against hers. Carol leaned back, fear leaping to her throat. Hadn't he done enough to her? Hadn't he ruined her utterly by that last foul act? What more did he want to put her through?

"Just don't move, honey."

Billy was unbuttoning his fly, pulling out his dick. Carol stared at it, big, thick and yet limp between his fingers. What did he want? Was he going to make her suck him?

"Man, he's really tripped out," Ron whispered to Jack.

"I… uhhhhhhhh!"

Carol felt revulsion sweep over her, sucking in her breath as the hot yellowish piss suddenly shot from his piss-slit and splashed over her belly. The urine spilled down into her cunt-mound, filling the slot up to her tiny inner pussy-lips. She felt the hot oily piss dribble over her hips and finally wet the pound just under her ass. She shivered, her eyelids blinking. Oh, God, what an awful thing to do. Her hips wiggled, instinctively trying to shake free of the hot, disgusting droplets.

"Man, I said don't move a fuckin' muscle," Billy warned with a growl.

Carol shut her eyes and bit her lips to keep from crying out with frustration and disgust. The thin hot spray splashed across her nipples, washed down over her dirtied tits and down her chest. She felt the urine spray over her chin. Carol couldn't help herself. She jerked one hand up and covered her mouth, trying to hide her gagging.

"What's the matter, can't you understand English?" the young man barked, raising his hand threateningly while directing the thin stream of piss across her tits. Carol forced down the vomit rising in her throat, trying to ignore the foul droplets splashing up from her tits to her face. He was pissing on her.

"Get 'er in the mouth!"

Billy smiled broadly, directing his piss up to the young blonde's lips. Carol groaned, twisting her head away. She felt the stream rush into her ears, dirty her hair, trickle down her sides to her asscheeks. She was sticky with urine, covered with piss. And still more shot out of the young man's prick-head.

She brought her hands down to her sides, curling her fingers and digging her nails into her thighs.

Finally the stream stopped. Billy looked down, flicking off a tiny drop that struck one eye.

"Come on, man, piss on 'er. Let 'er know just where's she's comin' from."

Jack looked at Ron, shrugged and grinned.

"Sure, why not. She's your cousin," he said, stepping up in front of the growing puddle of urine and unzipping his Levi's. Carol watched the young man pull his flaccid cock from inside his Levi's and hold it between his thumb and forefinger, aiming the fat head right at her face. She closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the onrush of piss. Already the stink of her cousin's urine rose like steam from a sewer. She didn't know how much more of this foul treatment she could take. What had happened with her cousin was one thing. A fuck, even though it started out as a rape, was relatively natural. Everyone did it, even though Carol hadn't planned on having a man until after marriage. Yet she could still live with that, could find some way to deal with Billy's savagery. But the dog, and now… now this horror!

Jack positioned himself much as did Billy, his legs spread widely apart on either side of her body. He looked down at her big tits, at her stiff, red nipples still erect.

Carol stared up, watching his fat balls tighten against his cock-root. The girl swore she could, see them twitch with excitement. For a moment, Carol wasn't sure if he was going to piss on her or make her blow him. Her doubts were resolved in a moment.

"Open your mouth."

Carol considered for a moment what would happen if she refused. She glanced up at her cousin and Ron and the dog. No, she didn't want them to hurt her, to scar her for life. And she was sure none of them would think twice about permanently maiming her beautiful body and face if it pleased them. Reluctantly, she closed her eyes and took in deep breaths. Her tits rose and slapped together with each breath.

Jack looked down and licked his chops. He could feel blood slowly rushing to his cock, making it warm, pulsating, stiff. He wouldn't be able to on her in a second. Rolling his eyes around, he saw Billy staring at him impatiently. No, it was best not to go against the handsome tall farm boy. He'd seen Carol's cousin permanently cripple two other boys in a fight just outside the high school grounds. Jack had forgotten what the battle was about – nothing, he was sure.