And now… she shivered to think of how this was going to end.

"Billy, please, I haven't done anything to you," she said, blinking the hot, burning tears from her eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He stood there, scratching his chin thoughtfully, nudging her ass with the toe of one boot. She could feel her dress starting to inch up from that pressure and moved one hand around to pull the hem down. His face darkened.

"'Cause it's just the way I am. I wanna fuck you. You try to push me away. Nobody pushes me away and gets away with it!"

Diane couldn't believe what she was hearing. Never, never would she have believed her cousin could act this way. He was so well-mannered. Even her mother, who was staying with them, was impressed with the way he helped around the farm. At eighteen he had taken on the responsibilities of a man, since her uncle had died last year.

And now he was beating on her, telling her vile things, insisting he was going to rape her. And when he bent down, curling his fingers around the collar of her dross, Diane shuddered, flinching away from his touch. That move pleased Billy a lot.

He laughed cruelly, tightening his grip on her dress, then pulling down. She heard a loud tearing sound, then felt a draft up and down the back length of her body. He had stripped her to her bra and panties!

Instinctively, Diane rolled onto her back, throwing her arms over her cunt and tits. Billy was holding the dress in his hand, smelling the material, making Diane cringe with horror. When he tossed the torn garment to the side and came after her, she let out a small animal cry.

Turning around, the girl found herself scrambling on all fours, her tits jiggling in her halter. There it was! The door, just in front of her! It couldn't be more than fifteen feet, twenty at the most! If only she could get her hands on the handle, she could race across the courtyard, screaming her lungs out for help.