"You were doin' it to me and you're my cousin," he said, cruelly imitating her terrified voice.

"Step it, stop it or I'll tell your mother and father!" Carol cried as he advanced.

Billy stopped, his face twitching with anger.

"Threats!" he bellowed.

Carol watched in terror as Billy stopped and jerked his hand holding the belt over his head. The young woman turned her head around, closing her eyes and waiting for the terrible burning pain.

"Ahhhhh!"

The force of his blow would have sent her heaving over the top of the sawhorse if it hadn't been for the ropes. Cool air on her inner thighs and the slow, heavy trickle down her legs told Carol the belt had broken her flesh. She tried to ignore the sharp, fiery pain radiating from her ass to her navel and cunt. Mother and another blow followed. After her initial scream, the blonde teenager tried to fight down the pain that went on and on. Her vacation, something her mother and father thought she richly deserved after a particularly difficult year at school, was to be spent on the scenic small ranch of her aunt and uncle. How little anyone realized what a maniac lived with those two wonderful people.

"Ohhhhh, God! God in heaved, help me," Carol whimpered as the belt sliced through the air and curled around her leg, the tip biting close to her cunt.

"Bitch!"

Another blow nearly peeled flesh from behind her knee. Carol writhed with the pain of the whip. Her dress stuck uncomfortably to her chest and tits as more and more sweat oozed from her pores. Ohhh, if only she could wake up from this terrible nightmare.

"Stop it, stop it!" she cried, her voice now no louder than a whisper. What was happening? What was going on in her pussy? Fighting through the cloud of pain that had settled over her brain, Carol realized her tight little cunt was on fire. She was juicing herself! The liquid she'd felt running down her thighs now wasn't blood or sweat, but it was cunt-juice – thick, bubbly, frothy cunt-juice that oozed from her tight pussy-slit.