Billy retreated for the moment, lashing her with the belt until Carol's body sagged atop the sawhorse. Billy stopped then, throwing the leather instrument away and bending down to untie the ropes binding her ankles.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Carol felt her legs go free. She should break free once her wrists were untied and bait for the doorway. But where would she run? She was injured, weak, unable to go very far. And there was no one home, no one around the house for miles. Billy would catch her easily. And then… He was crazy! God only knows what he'd do to her once he caught her.

"I'm gonna fuck you, bitch. I'm gonna take care of that cunt of yours so you won't be able to piss for a week!" he growled, moving around and cutting the ropes holding her wrists to the sawhorse. Carol stared at the long metal blade and shivered, wondering if he would use that knife on her. Nothing would have surprised her at this point.

Billy stood up, sliding his big hands under her waist and lifting her gently from the sawhorse. Carol groaned, closing her eyes, refusing to watch what was going to happen. Her pussy was so hot, so tight, so itchy. Every move made her clit throb like a festering wound. She felt the bulge of his dick pressing against her thighs as he carried her over to a pile of straw near an abandoned stall and slid her down onto the floor.

Carol winced. The stubble bit into the welts and cuts created by the savage whipping she'd just received. Billy breathed more heavily, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders and shoving his Levi's down to his ankles. He threw himself down on top of her, burying his face in her tits, biting her smooth flesh while pawing her body shamelessly.

The blonde teenager ground her teeth together, feeling her stomach turn over with terror. No, this couldn't be happening to her. The day had started out just like all the others in her life. Nothing during the day had suggested she was going to experience one of the worst events in her young life that evening. She'd been so happy. And now…!