Niece in torment

CHAPTER NINE

"Look at 'im. Shit, he's gonna dump his load into her now!" Juan said, bending down and watching the big horse's dick jerk wildly.

"Ahh! Arrghhhh!" Faye cried out as she felt the first scalding load of cum blast into her waiting pussy. She wanted to retch! It felt as if she were being given a long, hot douche of something hot and sticky as the stallion kept on firing his jizz. She cried over and over again, screaming for help as the big animal snorted, whinnied and stomped around her. "Noo! Noooo!" Faye moaned as jizz leaked out from between her badly stretched outer labes and trickled down her thighs. She prayed God that the stallion would stop his cummmg. But the big animal seemed to have an unlimited supply of the sticky spunk.

"I think he's finishing up now," Juan said as the animal's cock jerking stopped.

"Ohhh, ohhhhhh," Faye groaned, hanging her head and swinging it slowly back and forth. She felt utterly degraded. Her pussy ached, her wrists were bruised by the tight ropes, and her pride lay in tatters around her as the three men laughed and pointed at her.

"I guess we can untie her," Al said, pulling back on the reins.

"Hey, looks like he doesn't want to let go," Juan said, nudging Mike and laughing as the stallion whinnied in protest at Al's pulling. His cock still lay imbedded in Faye's pussy, trembling slightly.

"Can't leave them here all day," Al said, pulling back again. This time the stallion gave way, whinnying loudly as he pulled back and yanked his big, flaccid black dick out of her snatch with a loud squishing pop.

"Aiihhhhhh!" Faye cried out, feeling her knees fly out from under her. She lay prone on the pile of canvas, groaning in pain and shame as Juan and Mike walked over and untied her wrists.

"Okay, baby. I don't know what he's got in store for you, but it's gonna be hard to top this one," Juan said as Faye rubbed her bruised wrists with her fingers and looked hatefully up at them. She never despised two people more than she did right now. And then there was Al! If she could only get her hands on a gun or knife – anything that she could kill them with.

"Take her and that old bitch down to the cellar. I'll think of some way we can get rid of them," Al said, chuckling softly to himself as he led the horse back to the stall.

Faye shrugged off Juan's hand, struggling to her feet and walking to the door by herself. She didn't want any help from them. If they were going to kill her, all right! But she wasn't going to have them help her along the path to – what am I saying? Kill me? Faye thought to herself as her flesh crawled with fear. Something inside her told her that that was what Al was going to do with both her and her aunt. They couldn't be left around to talk. People might not believe them if all they had to say was that Al forced them to get fucked by horses. But with the knowledge that Helen was going to cut Al off without a cent by divorcing him, people might start thinking twice.

"Hey, I think she's still kickin'," Juan said, bending down and examining Helen.

"Thank God!" Faye said as she bent down and helped the Mexican lift the older woman to her feet.

"Ohhh, what happened?" Helen moaned, shaking her head slowly as Faye brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"Faye managed to finish the job you didn't," Al said sneeringly.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry," Helen said as Juan and Mike led them out of the barn and into the bright courtyard.

Faye shook her head and squeezed her aunt's hand. Her pussy still shuddered from the violent and brutal attack she'd received from the big animal. Horse jizz dripped from her slackened cunt, oozing down her thighs. Juan and Mike led the two women up to a set of weather-beaten wooden doors that were level with the ground.

"Okay, in here with the two of you," Mike said, bending down and raising the doors.

"Careful," Faye said to her aunt as she turned around and stepped down the ladder. She felt so vulnerable, walking around in the nude like this in broad daylight. But what choice did she or her aunt have? They were at the mercy of her uncle and his helpers.

"Get down there," Mike said, pushing Helen toughly forward by the shoulders. If Faye hadn't caught her in time, Helen would have catapulted down the stairs and crashed down onto the concrete cellar floor. As it was, the blonde grabbed her aunt by the waist, then gently turned her around and supported her as she stepped shakily down the steps.

"Don't go anywhere," Juan said, breaking out into loud laughter as he slammed the door shut.

"What'll we do?" Faye finally moaned. They were in pitch blackness.

"Don't give up yet, baby," Helen said in a strangely confident voice.

"What do you mean?" Faye asked, feeling a ray of hope shoot through her. Her aunt knew something that Al and his buddies didn't. Maybe there was a way out of here after all!

"Before your uncle dragged me out to the barn, I was on the phone with my lawyers. They're supposed to be out here this morning sometime. If we can only stay alive until then," Helen said, reaching out and taking her niece's hand in hers.

"But how are they going to know we're down here?" Faye asked, feeling hope and frustration at the same time. There was a chance that the two of them could be rescued. But at the same time, they'd have to signal the men somehow. How could they do anything, locked up in the cellar like they were?

"I don't know," Helen said thoughtfully. "We'll just have to climb back up that ladder and listen for voices."

Faye agreed, then climbed back up the steep vertical steps to the locked wooden doors.

"By the way, do you know a lawyer by the name of Jack Moore?" Helen asked suddenly.

"Why?" Faye asked a little guilty. Somehow, dragging Jack's name into the present situation seemed a little obscene.

"Nothing. Except I wound up talking to him. He's not on my case. But I started going on about you and how you just flew in from New York and all. Seems the two of you met on the plane," Helen went on. "He's supposed to be here with my lawyer," the woman added.

"Oh no, not Jack!" Faye cried out. "Oh God, if he sees me like this… If Al or those others say anything about what happened… Oh God!" Faye cried out, laying against the ladder and breaking into sobs. Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She could just imagine Jack's face when he walked in and found the two of them crouching in that small, dark cellar like two rats in a sewer. And when he found out what happened in the barn, wouldn't that really please him? Faye thought her trip to California was going to solve all her problems. Well, it might, if Al had his way.

"Shh, I think I hear a car," Helen whispered.

Faye choked down her sobs and pricked up her ears. The older woman was right. There was an automobile coming down the drive and turning into the courtyard. She could hear the sound of the crunching gravel.

"Wait 'til they get out. Then bang like hell," Helen said.

"I hear somebody talking now," Faye whispered down to her aunt. She could hear the sound of three male voices. As they got closer, she could make out the words. Jack and a man she'd never heard before were asking Al about Helen and her. Al was playing dumb, saying that he hadn't seen them since last night.

"Now!" Helen cried out.

Faye curled her fingers into two tight fists and banged like hell on the wooden doors. At the same time both women shrieked at the top of their lungs, screaming out for someone to help them.

"They're fighting!" Faye cried out. "I think those other two are going to help Al."

"They won't have a chance," Helen said, referring to the lawyers. She scrambled up the ladder and edged over to one side. "Come on, push up. Maybe we can break the lock on this damned thing. It's so rusty, it might give way."

Faye pushed as hard as she could, grunting as the sounds of the scuffle rang in her ears. With one last burst of strength, the two women pushed up and broke the lock.

"We're free!" Faye cried as she pushed the doors open. Faye crawled out first, turning around and helping Helen up.

"Look!" Helen cried. The blonde turned around and saw Jack and another man being held by Juan and Mike while Al threatened them with a long hunting knife. Neither of the five men saw the two women, nor did they hear the doors fly open.

"Come on," Helen said as she crawled behind Juan and reached for a pair of shears that were lying against the side of the house. Al finally spotted her. His eyes widened with surprise as he watched her grab the shears and spring to her feet.

"What the?" Juan started to say as he saw Al start to run forward. But it was too late. Helen held the shears with both hands and drove the point deep into the Mexican's back.

"Aaaarrghhhhh!" he cried, pitching forward as he released Jack. Mike loosened his grip on the other lawyer in surprise. That was all either lawyer needed. Jack sprang free and lurched forward, knocking the knife out of Al's hand, then cutting up with his right hand and sending the big man reeling across the courtyard. Juan groveled in the dirt, bleeding from the gaping wound in his back as Mike stood still with his hands in the air. Faye watched the scene, then breathed more easily. At least she and her aunt were free from the threat of Al and his cronies.

Then she turned and saw Jack staring strangely at her.

"I… I…" Faye started to say, feeling her courage fail her. How could she tell him what had happened to her?

"Better call the cops and get an ambulance," Jack said to his partner. Faye lowered her head in shame and sank to her knees. How could she tell him? How could she?

"Well, the old man's locked up. And from what I know, they'll be cooling their heels for years," Jack whispered softly in Faye's ear as he reached over and stroked her right tit.

Faye closed her eyes and sighed happily. It all turned out better than she'd hoped. Fortunately, Helen's lawyer managed to find out exactly what had happened in that barn before Jack did. He convinced Al and the others not to say anything about the horse and dog-rapes. It would only hurt their cases. The men grudgingly agreed, and the sick rape was ignored, if not completely forgotten. Helen was questioned by the district attorney and released. It was one of the clearest cases of self-defense he'd ever seen.

As for the ranch, Faye's claim to it was clearer than before. There'd be no problem in getting a quick divorce for Helen and Al. With that out of the way and Faye half owner of the ranch, the blonde's future seemed pretty well secure.

"I don't care about them right now. All I know is that you didn't invite me up here to your apartment to talk shop," Faye said a little breathlessly as Jack slid his hand lower toward her crotch. After Al, Juan and Mike had been arrested and Helen cleared, Faye drove back to San Francisco with Jack. They'd had dinner, attended the theater, and were now about to celebrate Faye's good fortune.

"Nope. You're right about that," Jack said, chuckling as he rolled on top of her. He stuck out his long, pink tongue and started licking her hot skin, lapping at the quivering flesh and sliding down lower until his tongue touched the first hairs surrounding her juicing snatch.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh," Faye groaned, digging her head into the pillow and squeezing her ass-cheeks together. It felt so good to have someone as big and powerful as Jack straddling her bucking body. She felt a sexual shock sear through her snatch as he dipped his tongue deeply into her sunken navel.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Faye cried out, lifting her ass high off the bed in a silent plea for more licking. Jack ran his tongue teasingly up the insides of her thighs, darting back and forth from one to the other. He lifted his face for a second and smiled sheepishly at her, then dove back between her trembling thighs.

"AHHHHHH!" Faye gasped loudly, reaching down and grabbing his hair and yanking his head into her pussy. She started to push her pussy against his face. "Ohhh, do that to me again! Oh gooooood!" she sighed.

Jack parted the swollen lips of her pussy and shot his tongue straight in like an arrow. He lapped up the salty juices, pushing further and further inside her sucking hole until his jaws ached. Her pussy grabbed at his tongue while she fucked his face harder and harder. Fresh hot pussy juice ran onto his tongue, almost drowning him in the thick, foamy fluid that bubbled out from between her puffy hot labes.

"Ahhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmm!" Faye groaned, lifting her ass higher and higher off the groaning bed. "Do it, do it!" she sighed desperately.

Jack didn't say a word. He licked out and up until he soaked her clit with his hot spit. That tiny piece of sex-flesh felt like a stiff piece of wax as he lapped teasingly at it. Then he grabbed that wet flesh between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth while he shot his tongue into her hole once more. His chin and nose were soaked with the mixture of her hot juices and his spit. Jack was having trouble staying inside her. Faye kept hunching and twisting, moaning louder and louder as Jack squeezed her trembling clit harder.

"Nooo! Noooo!" Faye cried out, feeling as if she were going to piss on the bed from the excitement that gripped her pussy.

Jack let go of her clit and grabbed her ass-cheeks, forcing her to move around the bed the way he wanted her to. Every time he jabbed his tongue inside, the blonde groaned and hunched back.

"Fuck! Fuck M-m-meeeeee!" Faye cried out, bucking straight up at him. She held tightly onto his hair and yanked so hard that it nearly pulled out by the roots.

"Ohhhh, hurry! Hurry!" Faye cried out urgently. Her head rolled from side to side and her lungs screamed for air. She reached up and grabbed her stiff nipples, pulling and pinching them until it was almost painful.

"Right on, baby," Jack moaned, pulling back and letting Faye calm down a bit. Finally her ass sank down on the bed. Jack stayed between her legs for a second or two, then slid up suddenly and tossed her legs high in the air. Faye cried out in surprise as the balls of her feet slid up on his broad shoulders. In a flash his big dick was squishing into her pussy, pushing the fat lips wide apart and forcing her cuntal flesh into a round tunnel.

"Ohhhh! Yess! Yessss!" Faye cried out as Jack's big dick crushed her clit. He started rocking back and forth, fucking his throbbing rod in and out of her hot hole. The friction of his thickly-veined pole rubbing against her stiff clit was too much for her. She started screaming louder and louder. Her head dug deeper into the pillow, and the veins stood out in her throat. Her belly heaved wildly for several seconds. Then her body froze.

"Ahhhhhh! Now! Noooowwwwww!"

Faye shrieked wildly as her cunt clamped down tightly on his sliding dick. First one spasm, then another shook her mushy snatch. Then the blonde felt something hot and wet spray into her gut. He was cumming, dumping his hot load of rich male cum into her rumbling cunt.

Jack clenched his teeth tightly together as spray after spray of jizz shot into Faye's bucking pussy. She couldn't seem to get enough of his cum. She kept begging to be fucked harder. Faye wanted to be crushed by him, completely swallowed up under his muscular, hunching body. She spread her legs out as far as she could, flattening her plump ass-cheeks on the mattress as he fucked and fucked her stretched pussy.

"Ohhh, that was good," the blonde finally said as the final spasms rumbled through her jizz-filled snatch.

"Baby, as far as I'm concerned, there's gonna be a lot more times when this happens," Jack said in a husky voice, kissing her lightly on the neck.

Faye sighed happily and closed her eyes. She wondered just how loving he'd be if he knew the truth about what happened to her on her aunt's ranch. No man could be that understanding! She felt a bolt of shame and humiliation run through her body when she thought of that big dog and the black stallion towering over her. Faye still had nightmares about what happened, and she knew that she'd probably have them for a long time. No woman could endure something like that without a lasting impression being made.

"Something wrong, babe?" Jack asked, sensing a change in her attitude.

Faye looked back into Jack's eyes. She felt her body melt under his, and knew that whatever happened in the past, it was dead and buried.

"Nothing wrong at all," Faye said, smiling happily as she drew him closer to her and pressed her lips to his.