Niece in torment

CHAPTER THREE

"Ohhhh," Faye moaned, feeling a delicious warm glow spreading over her box and titties. Jack was still kissing her neck and face, tickling her titties with his fingers while he hunched down with his powerful thighs and churned his softening dick around in Faye's squishy, cum-filled twat.

"Told you you'd like it," Jack said, raising his head and gazing softly down into Faye's eyes. The blonde sighed happily and smiled weakly. It had felt so good to be fucked like that! Why hadn't she? Then the reason flashed suddenly across her mind. Her uncle! That filthy, foul-mouthed man who'd raped her in the barn ten years ago. It was a horrible, humiliating experience that nearly taken her life. And now she was flying from New York to the West Coast to see him again!

"Something wrong, babe?" Jack asked, noticing her smile slowly fading into a frown.

"Uh? No, just thinking," Faye said, forcing the unpleasant thoughts out of her mind.

"Hope it wasn't about me," Jack said, kissing her lightly on the lips, then hunching back and dragging his long, flaccid dick out of her slackening pussy.

"Ohhhh!" Faye cried out as she felt his big cock-head slip out from between her snatch-lips. It had felt so good to have a man's dick stuffed in her. She suddenly felt so empty now.

"We'd better get dressed," Jack said, glancing down at his wristwatch as he scrambled to his feet and pulled his trousers off the seat. "We'll be landing in a half hour. The stews usually come around to check to make sure everybody's belted in."

"Will we have a chance to get together again?" Faye suddenly blurted out as she staggered to her feet and looked around for her panties.

"Can't get enough of me, huh?" Jack asked, laughing as he playfully slapped her on the ass. "Sure. I'll give you a business card. Say, where are you gonna be staying?" he asked, pulling on his shirt.

"Out at my aunt and uncle's ranch in Mann County. It used to be a farm. But now they raise horses and sell them to riding schools. In fact, that's why I'm out here," Faye admitted a little sullenly as she stepped into her panties and pulled them up over her creamy thighs.

"To learn how to ride? I thought you did pretty well myself," Jack said as he buttoned up his shirt and reached down for his tie.

"No. My aunt's terribly ill, and she wanted to see me right away. I think she's going to will the place to me instead of to my uncle. You see, it's really hers," Faye said as she zipped up her skirt and started to pull on her blouse.

"But if they're married, you might have a hell of a lot of trouble in court. I might be able to help you there, baby. You see, I'm a lawyer. We work on divorce and probate all the time," Jack said, pulling on his vest, then reaching back for his wallet.

"I might need that help. My uncle's really not my uncle. I mean, he's my aunt's second husband, and it's a marriage that didn't turn out to be made in heaven, if you know what I mean," Faye said sourly, surprised that she was talking so openly about all this to an almost perfect stranger.

"Here it is," Jack said, puffing out a rectangular white card from his billfold and handing it to Faye.

"Hmmmm, you've got an office on New Montgomery Street. Business must be good, counselor," Faye said, smiling at him as she read the gold embossed business card.

"Not bad. People always dying and getting divorced in California," Jack said as he finished dressing. Faye reached up and smoothed down her long, silky blonde hair, then stepped in front of him as she was about to climb down the spiral stairway to the first-class cabin.

"Hey, wait a second," Jack said, putting his arms tightly around her waist and drawing her back into him. Faye felt her pussy flutter teasingly as the big man's crotch bumped against her rounded ass-cheeks. "Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"

"After all that, you want a kiss too?" Faye asked, laughing lightly as she turned around and slipped her hands around Jack's back. Her lips parted as she saw him bending down. The blonde moaned with ecstasy as she felt his thick tongue drive between her teeth and push down over her tongue toward the opening of her throat. Spittle sloshed back and forth as the two of them rubbed their heating bodies together.

"Uh, excuse me, but the captain's turned on the safety-belt and no-smoking signs. We're about to land at San Francisco International," a stewardess said a little embarrassedly from the top of the stairway.

Faye broke away from Jack immediately and spun around, feeling a hot flush of shame redden her cheeks. She thanked the girl and started to walk down the stairs, ignoring the curious stare of the stew as she sniffed the air and picked up the distinct odor of stale cum and cunt juice.

"That was humiliating!" Faye said under her breath as the two of them took their seats and buckled in.

"What? What the girl said?" Jack said, smiling broadly at the stew as she passed by and winked at him.

"It's not so much what she said. I know she knows," Faye grumbled as she saw the runway suddenly appear under the 747.

"We're all adults around here. Don't be so uptight, baby," Jack said, reaching over and patting her right knee lightly with his hand as they touched down.

Faye didn't say anything during the landing and taxiing to the terminal. Her mind was growing more occupied with her uncle. She'd phoned her Aunt Helen and told her not to tell the man she was coming. Faye didn't want him knowing anything about her arrival until the last possible minute.

"We're here," Jack finally said, getting up and helping Faye out of her seat as the crew announced tat they could leave the craft.

"I'll call you if I have any trouble," Faye said almost mechanically as she walked toward the exit of the cabin.

"Call me for any kind of trouble," Jack said, reaching forward and giving her butt-cheeks a little squeeze before they moved down toward the door.

Faye ignored the mocking stare of the stewardess and walked briskly to the baggage claim area. Jack kept talking to her, trying to get a definite date when he could see her again. But this was the wrong time to be asking that kind of question. Right now her mind was on Aunt Helen and Uncle Al – Uncle Al, that animal who had raped her three times that one July night and dammed up her sex life for ten years after that!

"There it is," Faye said, pointing to a large blue suitcase that just slid onto the carousel.

"Got it," Jack said, pulling it off. "Now, where to?"

"What about your bags?" Faye asked.

"Don't have any. I keep a place in New York as well as San Francisco. I do a lot of business in both cities. Too much trouble carrying bags back and forth," Jack said, as Faye walked toward a rent-a-car counter.

"Of course," Faye said, impressed with Jack's obvious success in life. Well, maybe she'd have similar success. Up to now, she hadn't done all that well. Graduating from Cornell University with a teaching credential, Faye had floated from one part-time teaching job to another. When her aunt phoned and told her that she was going to leave her the ranch in a will and in fact wanted Faye to come out now and start taking it over bit by bit, the woman was ecstatic. She didn't much like thinking about Aunt Helen dying. But the possibility of taking over a business like that – and of giving Uncle Al the shaft she'd been dying to slip him for all these years thrilled her beyond belief.

"How about next Monday?" Jack asked as Faye picked up the keys to her car and started walking toward the terminal exit doors.

"I don't know, Jack. I really don't. But I do want to see you again," Faye said, smiling gently as she reached out and took her suitcase from Jack's hand. "It's alright. It's not that heavy, and I can walk myself to the car. I've got a lot on my mind right now. Once I get that straightened out, I'll give you a call."

"Have to wait, eh?" Jack said, holding the door open for her.

"Sorry, but them's the rules," Faye said, turning back and waving as she headed for the brightly lit parking lot. Tossing her suitcase in the rear seat, Faye climbed into the car and started it up.

As she pulled out of the lot and onto the freeway that would take her across the Golden Gate Bridge and into Mann County, the blonde started thinking about that horrible night ten years ago. It had started innocently enough. She was staying with her uncle and aunt for the summer while her parents were off on a vacation in Mexico. And while Uncle Al seemed to look at her with other than fatherly eyes, he seemed kind and considerate enough, even if he wasn't her real uncle.

Then one night it all changed horribly in a few seconds. Aunt Helen was sick and couldn't cook. Faye had offered to prepare a meal for her uncle, who'd just gotten back from the railroad yards. They were then in the process of converting their farm into the stud horse ranch. After dinner, Uncle Al had invited Faye to accompany him to the barn. He wanted to show her the new stables he'd constructed for the horses and some other equipment he had. Faye couldn't see anything wrong with the suggestion, and hurriedly finished washing the dishes.

Wiping her wet hands on her jeans, the young girl practically skipped out to the barn. It was late at night – about eleven o'clock – when the two of them entered the dark, musky-smelling building.

Faye thought it was strange that Uncle Al didn't flick on the lights as soon as she stepped in. It didn't take her long to figure out the reason why. That slamming barn door still echoed in Faye's ears. She remembered how she wheeled around when she realized that she was trapped in that barn. The young girl just was barely able to make out her uncle's silhouette as he started coming for her. Faye pleaded with him not to hurt her. But he just laughed, gripping both of her arms tightly and forcing her into a pile of hay next to a newly constructed stall.

The smell of fresh cut wood, stale hay and horse piss and shit filled her nose as her uncle crawled on top of her struggling body. She fought him with every ounce of strength she had. But he was too powerful. With quick, jerking movements he ripped open her blouse and tore off her bra, clamping his lips on her titties and sucking that spongy flesh. She screamed, and was rewarded for that with a loud slap across her face. That open-handed punch dazed her. For a while, all she could feel was something hot and wet lapping at her titties. Then there was that horrible, ripping-like sound of her zipper being forced down. Faye remembered hunching down her ass, trying to keep her jeans on as Al pulled down on the opened Levi's. It was hopeless. He peeled off the pants and threw them into the corner. Before she knew it she had her legs in the air, resting on her uncle's shoulders as he reached down and unzipped her fly.

"Oh God!" Faye cried out in the car, almost driving off the road as she approached the Golden Gate and remembered her uncle's cock. It was long and skinny, looking like a knife of some kind sticking out of his pants. She pleaded with him not to fuck her. She was still a virgin!

But her uncle just laughed and pinned her down tightly with his big body. His rancid breath filled her nostrils as he hunched forward, digging his dick-head into the virgin folds of her pussy. The pain was agonizing. Her snatch membranes were pulled open for the first time by a dick, stretching wide into a tunnel as Uncle Al hunched and hunched.

The rest of the incident was still a blur for the blonde. She remembered the awful pain of her cherry bursting; the feeling of blood trickling out of her pussy as her uncle ignored her cries and pleas and fucked himself into a hot cum. Then, when she tried to crawl away from the exhausted man, he grabbed her around the waist and rolled her over on her belly. Faye remembered sobbing and begging with him to stop as he crawled on top of her and dug his fingers in her shitter. It took her uncle a while to get his dick stiff. But once he did, the man was plowing it into her virgin shitter, making Faye shriek that he was ripping her body apart. While he grunted, sweated, and thrust his stiff cock into her ass, the girl groaned with pain as pieces of stiff hay crunched into her stretched, bloody pussy. Then there were those terrible grunts of satisfaction as he fired another load into her stretched shitter.

When Faye tried to crawl away a second time, Uncle Al rolled her over again, finishing her off with a second fuck to her bloodied cunt. After it was over, he climbed off the sobbing, violated girl and fell asleep at the bottom of the pile of hay. Faye remembered lying there for what seemed like hours, trying to decide if she should tell her aunt or her parents. They'd never believe her. They'd figure, if anything, that she tried to seduce her own uncle and he'd merely given in. Ever since her folks caught her petting heavily with the student body vice-president, they were suspicious of every move she made.

Finally Faye decided not to say a word. She stifled her sobs and crawled off the pile of hay quietly, careful not to wake up her snoring uncle. She found her bra, shirt and jeans and gathered them up in her trembling arms. She wanted to get out of the barn as fast as she could.

"Oh God!" Faye said out loud as she felt her skin crawling with revulsion and disgust. She remembered staggering across the moonlit barn yard with her tattered clothes in her hands. Her cunt ached; her tits were sore from all that pulling and scraping; her legs were streaked with cum and dried blood. She walked into the darkened house and felt like screaming. Nothing seemed different from the time when she walked out of the kitchen with her Uncle Al. But in reality everything had changed. That night Faye Madden had lost her innocence. She'd been brutally fucked three times by her own uncle, right under his wife's nose. The horror of what happened finally crushed the young girl to the floor. Everything spun wildly inside her head. She didn't know how long she'd knelt in the middle of the living room with her clothes still clutched in her trembling hands. Suddenly she heard dragging sounds outside and knew that her uncle had woken up and was coming into the house. The girl shot up and ran through the living room, feeling her heart beat wildly against her ribs as she heard the front door squeak open.

"Faye," he called out sleepily.

The young girl crouched on the first step of the long stairway in terror. Would he fuck her again if he found her? Even though she was in her aunt's house and her aunt was sleeping just above her, Faye didn't put anything past that animal.

"Faye?" he called out again, stumbling past the cringing girl and staggering blindly into the kitchen.

When she was sure that he couldn't see her, Faye shot up the stairs and ran into her room, shutting the door as quietly as she could and bolting it tight. She leaned against the closed door and shut her eyes, panting heavily as her hands dropped limply to her sides.

"Ohhhh," the girl moaned, feeling safe for the first time. The aching in her pussy was nothing compared to her sense of disgust and horror that filled her head. Her fingers curled into two tight little fists as she swore from that moment on that no man would touch her. No man!

"No man," Faye said to herself, laughing lightly as she cruised over the Golden Gate Bridge and drove into Mann County. Well, she hadn't ever planned on meeting a stud like Jack Moore. Wasn't it Robert Burns who said something about the best-laid plans? Well, it didn't matter. For ten years she'd fought men and now she found out she'd actually been fighting herself. Jack had showed her that. Now, all she had to do was get through the next few days at her aunt's ranch. Then she could leave all that hate and ugliness behind her and start remaking her life with Jack.

Mill Valley, Faye read as she turned off the freeway and drove down the dark, winding road toward her aunt's ranch. She felt her pulse quicken as the car shot past familiar old landmarks. At night, under the glare of the headlights, those landmarks took on a grotesque flavor. There it is. Get yourself together, girl, Faye said to herself as she spotted the big sign spanning the entrance road to her aunt's ranch. Bar-G Ranch the sign stated. Faye inhaled sharply as she turned the wheel and pulled into the entrance of the horse ranch. It was a good mile drive up the pitch-black road to the cluster of buildings that made up the main ranch area. The eucalyptus trees hung threateningly over the road, swaying in the light breeze as he car sped on through the night. There was something wrong. Faye could feel it as she headed down the road. As soon as she turned in, she felt a kind of heavy sickness crushing down on her.

"Thank God!" Faye said out loud in relief as she rounded a curve and saw the bright lights of the main ranch house. She could never understand why her Aunt Helen had bought this place right after her first husband died. She'd always been a horsewoman. Born and raised in Montana, Helen Pohl knew horses better than she knew people.

But she never was a businesswoman. She knew how to raise and breed homes. But when it came down to the dollars and cents of the operations, Helen was adrift; it didn't take her too long to run through the money from her first husband's insurance policy. Faye remembered her mother and father talking about "poor Helen" and how she'd have to sell the business. Then came Al, the marriage, and business success.

Some success, Faye thought wryly as she drove into the courtyard of the ranch and stopped the car. Turning off the lights, the blonde inhaled sharply and mustered up all the courage she could as she stepped out of the car and got ready to meet the man who'd raped her three times ten years ago.