Paul Gable
Trained, chained cousins
Chapter 1
Abbey Williams pushed her long chestnut-colored hair from her face, smoothing her dampened palms on her dress. She had noticed more than four or five boys following her from the convenience store. The teenager hugged the brown paper sack to her tits, quickening her pace down the deserted country road. Abbey recognized two of the boys. Her cousin had warned her about them, calling them trouble-makers, when she first arrived for her three-week country vacation.
There were only two behind her now. Where had the others gone? Abbey felt her heart quickening as her sandals scuffed along the hard dirt road. She looked again over her narrow shoulder and walked more quickly. Just over the next hillock, she'd be able to see her Aunt Helen's small white clapboard house and she'd be safe.
There they were, the other three boys. They strolled out of the thick pine woods to her right and stepped onto the road. Abbey nearly crushed the milk carton in the sack. Al, the tallest and the oldest boy, came up to her slowly, his thumbs hooked in the front pockets of his faded Levi's.
"You and your cousin weren't so nice to us the other day," he said, wiping his nose with the back of one finger.
Abbey said nothing. He was smiling that crooked smile at her, making his long nose seem more ridiculous than it was. The big red ripe pimples on his face seemed to shine in the dimming light. He wasn't handsome by the longest shot, and the ugly stare he was giving her now made the pretty blonde teen shiver with revulsion.
"I… I didn't say anything," Abbey returned, trying to appear confident.
"We kinda like you and your cousin.”
“Yeah," piped up a tall, red-headed boy. He moved up behind his buddy, grinning so widely his freckles seemed to narrow all over his face.
Abbey wrinkled her upturned nose, wishing he and the others would go away. She could hear his two friends coming up behind her. Surely someone would be driving by soon and spot this suspicious-looking group.
"Lemme go. I have to get to may aunt's," Abbey said.
She lowered her eyes and started moving, feeling her heart clawed by the icy fingers of terror when Al refused to move. She felt one hand slip around her waist, tightening around her body and drawing her toward him. The bag fell from her right hand, the milk carton striking the ground and splitting open.
"Oh, see what you've done?" she gasped, staring at the broad white splash on the dirt. "So what? I'll fork over some coins for another carton-after I've finished.”
"What do you want from me?" she shot back, her eyes rounding with fear.
"What I usually get from the other girls around here." Al laughed, throwing back his head and revealing that crooked double row of white teeth again.
"You're crazy!" she gasped. "My uncle'll kill you if you try anything with me!”
"Not if you don't tell.”
Al’s eyes narrowed as he dropped the one hand from around her waist for a second. She watched him rubbing his fingers along his fly. She could see the thick, long outline of his cock! A small dark stain appeared at the tip, and Abbey knew they were thinking of fucking her, of raping her right here. The thought made her crawl with revulsion.
"Oh, you… you don't know what you're talking about… any of you!”
She looked around desperately, but saw nothing, nothing but the trees to one side of the road and a gentle downward sloping open field to the other.
"I'll scream!”
She was about to open her mouth when Al moved quickly. One hand wrapped itself tightly around her waist again while his other slipped over her opening mouth. Abbey was really terrified now, her arms flailing to either side of her body. Al quickly dragged her off the road into the woods, the other boys cat-calling and laughing.
His coarse, filthy palm rubbed over her mouth, pressing the girl's lips hard against her front teeth. She felt the balls of her feet dragging against the dirt, her sandals, slipping off. Someone was tugging at her skirt while another hand slipped into her blouse, squeezing her left tit. They were carrying her through the tall grass now. She felt the cool, damp blades caressing the backs of her legs. Looking over Al's fingers, the girl saw the towering pines on either side of her.
Suddenly Al twisted her head, tangling his fingers into her hair and pulling backward. Abbey yelped and jerked her hands up, her fingernails clawing at Al’s fingers as he pulled her hair harder. The girl could feel strands tearing from her scalp. Al was pulling back, back until she found herself bending over and tumbling to the ground.
"Oh man, come on, fuck 'er, fuck 'er!" the others chanted.
When Abbey tried scrambling around to get up, the tall redhead grabbed her face with both hands, covering her mouth with his lips and sticking that long, slippery hot tongue into her throat.
Abbey nearly vomited! No one, no one had ever dared to kiss her like that. Even the guys she liked didn't dare touch her like that! The girl screamed into his mouth, her legs kicking out in front of her. The boy laughed, moving back then jerking one hand high over his head.
Abbey's terror-stricken eyes followed, watching as the hand arched down. There was a rush of air followed by the dry, smacking sound of flesh against flesh. Abbey felt the blow on her left cheek, the fingers leaving long red-hot marks on her skin. Her head snapped to one side, her fine hair sweeping over her face. The girl let out a muffled scream, bracing herself to keep from falling over.
"That's good, Paul. Can't keep the little bitch thinkin' we're gonna let 'er get away with too much.”
"You… you… " Abbey sputtered, putting one hand to her injured cheek and blinking the hot tears from her eyes.
"For a little bitch who put us down the other day, you sure don't have much to say now.”
Al stood in front of her, still rubbing his long cock through his Levi's. It had seemed to grow bigger!
"You like what you see, eh? You wanna see what I'm gonna stick into you?”
The other boys murmured in agreement as Abbey tensed, scooting her ass back over the smooth, grass-covered ground. Above her, the pines whispered excitedly as a breeze stirred from the north.
"No, no… ”
Al watched her, never taking his eyes off the trembling girl as he unsnapped his jeans, pulling open the zipper then shoving his trousers to his ankles. Abbey saw the cock better now, the fat long thing pushing the elastic red and white band of his jockeys out from his muscled belly. The young farmboy shoved his shorts down, his eight-inch cock swinging out long and thick, pointing right at Abbey.
Abbey turned away, her heart nearly jumping into her throat. Surely something like that would hurt her for good!
"Come on, baby, I know you want a little action. Bet you're good and primo hot for me right now.”
"You're disgusting," she spat back.
"You won't feel that way later.”
While smoothing one hand up and down the length of his cock, Al used his free hand to grip her long brown hair once more, jerking her head forward and forcing her to take a long look at his cock and balls.
"Unhhhh! You're… you're hurting me!" she wailed, smelling the sour odor of his unwashed crotch.
He had her face up close to his groin. The long black hair protecting the thick root of his prick brushed against her cheeks and nose. Her heart was pounding like mad while her blood scorched her veins. Never in her life had she done something even near to this. Her mother had told her how bad girls always wound up "in trouble." But now the cringing teen found herself in this horrible spot, and there was nothing she could do.
"Take a good look at it, Miss Abbey," Al said mockingly, twisting his fist more tightly in her hair. "Take a good look at it. Fight me and I'm gonna piss inside you. My fuckin' bladder's almost as full as my balls.”