"It ain't the start, baby, just ain't even the start. You're gonna put out for me the way no broad's put out," Jeff growled.

He was puffing his hands on her asscheeks now, splitting them. How his fingers made her body jerk and convulse.

"Good tight cunt. That's the way I like it," Jeff murmured.

For what seemed like an eternity, Darlene lay there, her blonde hair fanned around her head like a halo. Then he pulled her asscheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide and spread. Her flat belly ground against the floor. Darlene could feel her nipples scratching over the splintery wood. It was a sheer living hell for her. Jeff was fucking his finger back in again. This time there would be no cherry to stop him. Darlene screwed up her eyes, feeling a throbbing pulse leap at her throat. She wanted to cry out again. But her mouth was as dry as cotton.

"Na more, Jeff… oh please, I can't take anymore of this," she sobbed, tears of humiliation staining her flushed cheeks.

"Sure, you can. You're so fuckin' hot down there, baby. You just ain't listenin' to your body. It wants my prick right up there."

"No!"

Darlene drew her legs together and kicked back. She felt her bare soles striking something – Jeff's leg, she guessed. He swore, wrapping his fingers around her ankle and holding her steady. Darlene screamed, beating the floor with her fists while trying to twist away from her swearing cousin.

"Gotta hog-tie you like some Goddamned animal," he growled, tightening his grip around her ankle until Darlene thought he would break it with his bare hands. "If that's what you dig, that's what you're gonna get."

"No, don't!"

He let go, assuring Darlene there was no way she was going to get up and rush out of the shed now. Immediately the girl regretted having attempted to push her cousin away. He was rummaging around there in the semi-darkness. And then she felt something slip around her, left wrist. Rope! The rough hemp chafed her flesh as Jeff tied a double figure-eight knot around her wrist, then pulled the rope taut. Darlene winced, her forehead wrinkling as she let out a grunt. She felt him pulling the rope harder, forcing her to bend one knee and scoot to the left to keep him from pulling her arm out of its socket. The blood pounded in her ears.