Patty was shouting more at herself than at her hot cousin. Scrambling weakly to her feet, she stumbled toward the barn door, desperately trying to cover her tits and cunt. Her ass jiggled as she ran for the bolted door.

"Bitch!"

Jack recovered from his surprise. Shooting up from his kneeling position, the young man bolted after her, catching up with Patty. She pounded her fists wildly against the door.

"Help! Oh my God, somebody help me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Nobody's here, bitch. Dad's too fuckin' cheap to hire help that stays around this area," Jack muttered.

Patty felt his strong hands slide around her neck, his fingers pressed tightly against her windpipe. He was choking her, trying to strangle her. Desperately Patty fought for air, twisting around, kicking back, jerking from side to side, doing anything to fight her cousin off.

Moving her hands up, Patty curled her fingers and drove her sharp nails into his wrists. Jack muttered something but kept his hold on her, pulling her away from the door, tightening his grip on her throat until Patty was seeing stars in front of her eyes. The room began spinning around while a dark film blurred her vision. She was going to die. Jack was going to kill her!

"Slut!"

Jack wheeled around, hauling Patty off the dirty floor. Her legs flew out and apart. He turned a half circle, then let her slip from his grip. Patty flew forward, her toes striking the floor hard and upending her, sending her sprawling face forward onto the pound.

"Ohhhh!"

She clawed at the loosed dirt of the barn floor, digging her knees into the filthy surface, trying to crawl away from her mad cousin. She sucked in air, holding her throat with one hand and feeling her body and mind come back to life. Her mouth opened, drawing in more oxygen.

"Still tryin' to get away, Patty?"