Ted Leonard: Captive niece

"Come on," her uncle said, taking her by the hand. "Let's go out to the barn."

"Th-the barn?" Diane stammered in wonder, tagging along with him. "But-but why? Uncle Ben, you're sure acting funny today. I thought you wanted me hot and horny! Why don't you rape me?"

"All in good time, kitten, all in good time," he said, guiding her across the yard and into the big barn. He looked around. "Where did they tie you up?" he asked.

"Right here," Diane said, pointing to the big past she'd been tied to.

"What did they tie you with?"

"That leather strap," she replied.

Ben pulled her to the post and placed her back against it. He raised her hands high above her head and wrapped the strap around her wrists and tied them to the post.

"Like that?" he asked, stepping back and gazing at her stretched body.

"Yes," Diane replied uncertainly, frowning deeply. "Uncle Ben… what are you up to?"

He grinned at her and said, "Now we can begin."

"Begin? Begin what? Uncle Ben. Please, stop acting so funny. I don't want my hands tied. I wanna hold your prick. Don't you understand? I wanna play with your big balls and give you real nice feelings. I wanna make up for all the cock teasing I did."

"Oh, you're going to make up for it," Ben said evenly.

A shudder ran through Diane's body. She looked up at her tightly tied wrists. She looked back at her uncle. His eyes looked wild – the way she wanted them to look. And his hard-on was highly visible in his pants – also just what she wanted. But something wasn't right.

"Uncle Ben," she said nervously, "what are you doing? I thought you wanted me willing and sexy."

"I want more than that, you little cockteaser," he said. His face turned grim and his eyes bored into hers as he explained his position. "You've been cock teasing me for years, you fucking bitch. You wouldn't fuck. You wouldn't suck my prick. You wouldn't do anything a nice girl would do for her uncle. No, you wanted to hurt me, make me lust like crazy for you, cocktease me. Now you're horny out of your mind, and you think all you gotta do is snap your fingers."

"But – I thought…"

"I don't give a shit what you thought! You've been a lousy, rotten little cockteaser who ought to be whipped within an inch of your life!"

"Uncle Ben! No! Oh, God – you wouldn't beat me!"

"Don't worry your pretty head, bitch. I'm not going to whip you, although that's what you deserve. I'd love to take my strap to your luscious little tits. I'd love to whip the hell out of your hot ass and cunt. But I won't. I have something else in mind for you, something more like what you did to me for years."

"Uncle Ben," Diane rasped weakly, her eyes wide with fear, "you-you frighten me."

He chuckled. Now he would get his revenge. With evil intent, he picked up a long piece of stiff straw. He twirled it between his fingers and gazed at it as if it were something special. Diane thought he'd gone crazy.

He reached out and pulled Diane's halter right off her body. "So your pretty tits are horny, huh?" he sneered through gritted teeth.

"Yes, yes!" she gasped. "Ohhh, Uncle Ben, they're yours! Lick them. Suck them! Bite them! Chew them! Ohhh, anything!"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he sneered. "Now that you're ready to fuck. Well, let's see how you like this!"

Thus began the greatest tortures Diane ever experienced. Her lust-driven uncle used only the stiff, scratchy tip of the straw to torment her tits and to tease her nipples into bursting agony.

Right from the start, Diane screamed and wept, for her tits were very sensitive now and aching for a mouth, hands, teeth. But Ben chuckled continually and spent a whole half hour torturing her aching, thrusting, writhing tits until his sexy young niece was out of her head with need.

Then he produced his pocket knife and cut away the small crotch of her tight little shorts, exposing her furry cunt. She gasped and sobbed as he deliberately knelt before her and tantalized her pussy with the piece of straw. He scraped the torture instrument across her puffy pussy-lips, tickled her quivering little clit with it, even slipping it up into her cunt, and making the end of it twirl around deep in her humping, scrunching belly.

Chuckling obscenely, he forced her body around and worked the straw up into her asshole. Her asshole clenched and twitched in agony as he tormented her. He pressed the straw between his rough hands and made it twirl at a rapid rotation that drove the girl crazy. She screamed for help, the agony of pleasure got so bad. Ben laughed lewdly and continued the torture until she was a quivering, weeping, sobbing mass of hot flesh.

She hung suspended by her wrists, her whole body shuddering, her pussy trying to leak with orgasmic fluids, but unable to. Ben had teased her pussy until it was always just on the brink of a gratifying orgasm. But he withheld that pleasure from her and tortured her with her own fuck-needs. Just as she had once tortured him.

Then he cut her down suddenly, and she crumpled at his feet. He grinned obscenely at her and dropped his pants. Glaring at her, he bared his teeth in a horrible smile.

"Get up here and suck my balls," he ordered.

Diane lifted her tear-stained face to him and her blue eyes registered understanding and surrender. "Yes… yes… Uncle Ben…"

Gasping and whimpering, she struggled up onto her trembling knees and grasped his might cock. Holding his prick up, she ducked her mouth under it and licked his balls lovingly, then sucked on them, one at a time, according to his raunchy instructions.

He gave the orders, and Diane followed them out to the letter. "Now lick my prick," he commanded, and she sobbingly obeyed. "Suck it! Fingerfuck your cunt while you eat me. Now fingerfuck your asshole and eat my jism. Lay down and get yourself off on two fingers. Squeeze your tits… suck my cock again."

He sat on her tits, crushing them beneath his heavy ass, and he made her suck his prick to rigidity. Then he tossed her over onto her belly and yanked her ass up to fuck her there. She screamed for him to wet it first with her cuntjuices, but he laughed and shoved his prick into her asshole with a vengeance and fucked her brutally, using her the way she had used him.

On and on the torture and brutal fucking went until Diane was a submissive, willing young girl, anxious to do anything her depraved uncle required of her. And when he was finally satisfied for the time being, having fucked her mouth and cunt and asshole several times, he stood over her like a king and sneered down at her.

"This is how it's gonna be," he said. "You're gonna get what you deserve before you get what you want."

"Yes, Uncle Ben," Diane rasped, shuddering and staring up at him fearfully. "Anything you say."

He subjected his niece to a series of humiliating experiences in the privacy of the barn. The first day seemed like a year to Diane, the tortures were so excruciating. The second day was like two years, and the third day like three years. It wasn't until the end of Diane's vacation that her uncle felt appeased and finally gave her what she wanted.

The night before she was to leave the farm, he stole into her bedroom and slipped into her bed with her. There, he held her gently and kissed her tenderly. And there, she turned to him with hot tears and felt his immense prick growing. And she reached down and guided his powerful cock to her pussy and fucked him with all the love she had in her. It was the most glorious night of her life, and they sucked and fucked until dawn.

The next afternoon, he drove his wife and Diane to the railroad station in town. There, Diane pressed up against him, and with stars in her beautiful eyes, kissed him with great love and admiration. She was already looking forward to next summer on the farm with her uncle.