Ted Leonard: Captive niece

After three days of this kind of treatment, Diane felt miserable. It was no fun to be a beautiful girl with perfect tits and a juicy cunt without an audience. Diane needed an audience to make her feel good. She missed her uncle's stiff prick, missed seeing it big and hard for her, aching for her. She needed that. But Ben wasn't giving it to her any more.

One day in the front yard, he actually told her why. "It's time you grew up, you little cockteaser," he said. "I've been waiting for you to grow up and give me what you've been promising with all your fucking cock teasing."

Making sure her aunt couldn't hear her, Diane whispered in shock, "You mean – you want to fuck me!"

"Of course," he replied.

Diane didn't understand that. "But, Uncle Ben," she whined. "We've been having so much fun. Why ruin it?"

Ben just grinned at her before walking off. And he murmured, "You'll fuck, all right. When you're horny enough."

"I will not!" Diane blurted. "If I ever want to fuck, it won't be with an old geezer like you. There are a lot of handsome boys back home just dying to fuck me!"

To her surprise, her uncle chuckled and walked away. Diane didn't like the sound of his laughter. What did it mean? He wouldn't rape her, would he? No, of course not. He didn't have the balls! No, she was safe enough around the farm. Yet – he seemed awfully sure of himself for some reason. What made him think she'd ever fuck him? He was so old!

The day passed as drearily as the others for her. She began to regret coming to the farm this year. Uncle Ben was no fun at all any more. He wanted to fuck too much. It was hard to cocktease a man who wanted to fuck. So her day was dull and boring.

But the next day was worse for her. It was pure hell, because it was the third Friday of the month, the day Ben and Sarah always went to town for dinner and a movie. In summers past, Diane loved this day. It was the one day that she got to run the farm by herself while she let her aunt and uncle enjoy themselves. She had looked forward to these Fridays, but that was because she was usually satisfied. On this Friday, she was frustrated and burning with pent up, thwarted desires.

She had to pretend to be happy for her aunt as the old lady cackled excitedly about riding into town. "It's so good to have you here," she told Diane as she hugged the girl. "It's selfish of me, but I look forward to your summer visits so Ben and I can do this."

"You just go have a good time," Diane cooed sweetly. "I'll take care of everything here."

But her heart sank as she watched the pickup truck drive down the dusty road. She shaded her eyes against the bright morning sun and waved goodbye with her other hand as they drove off. When the truck disappeared over the distant rise, she bent and picked up the basket used to hold the eggs. She walked listlessly to the hen house, seriously considering cutting her summer vacation short. Why not go back to the big city where there was plenty of action?

She didn't know that she was being watched by three unshaven, dirty men. The trio of men came out of the woods below the farm and made their way to the back of the barn. They, too, saw the old couple leave in the truck. They, too, knew Diane was all alone. And that excited the hell out of them.

They looked at one another and grinned lewdly as their pricks stiffened. Diane looked delicious in her short little minidress, so low across her luscious tits, so high on her curvy white thighs. And what a cute little ass she had!

Diane went to the barn with the milk pail, as usual. But there was nothing usual about what happened to her there. The first thing she noticed as she entered the warm barn was that the rear double doors were closed. That struck her as odd, because her uncle never closed them. Idly mulling that over, she moved past four stalls, each containing a cow. She had named the cows.

"Hi, Elsie," she cooed. "Hello, Bessie."

She smiled to herself when she greeted the big cow she had named Eleanor – after her history teacher! She moved then toward the huge milk machinery at the rear of the barn.

A sudden noise stopped her in her tracks. She turned toward the rear doors. There was a man standing there, looking at her.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped.

"Don't panic," a voice said cheerfully, but the voice came from behind her.

Diane whirled, already gasping for breath, only to see a horrifying sight: two more men! They were grinning at her, closing the front doors of the barn. The scraping of the great wooden doors sent chills up and down her spine. She was being closed in, and every fiber of her being knew that.

"Who-who are you?" she choked.

Shafts of light, filled with dust particles, streamed in from the high, windowless slats in the walls of the barn. Diane happened to be standing in one of them, and it worked like a spotlight on her. She looked young and fresh and delicious in her short, body-hugging minidress. The men looked pleased.

The two men started toward her. She caught her breath and the pail dropped from her fingers. Instinct told her to run. Her head swung this way and that, but there was nowhere to go, no escape. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that the man behind her was approaching, too.

A strange weakness assailed her legs, and she thought she'd faint. Her heart raced. She instinctively brought her thighs together. The men grinned lewdly at her.

One man came up behind her. Another stood right in front of her. And the third stood just to her left. All three ogled her, and their gazes ran up and down her curvy body. There was no doubt in Diane's mind as to what they wanted. So it was not a question of what, but when and how.

Feeling the combined lust of the three dirty men, she quivered where she stood under their hot gazes and whimpered, "Please… don't hurt me."

The three men grinned broadly. Her plea told them a lot. She knew the score. She knew what they wanted. And she knew it was going to happen.

Hank Stearns glanced at his partners, Ralph Turner and Lenny Trout. He winked. They nodded, Hank was the leader of the small band of horny rapists.

"Nobody's gonna hurt you," he said to Diane. He moved up behind her as he spoke slowly. He placed his large, grimy hands on her upper arms and gently rubbed his hard-on against her ass. Simultaneously, Ralph and Lenny closed in on her.

Lenny, in front of her, stepped up and touched both her tits at the same time, grinning. "We wouldn't hurt a sweet thing like you," he muttered. His gaze fastened on her luscious tits as his dirty fingers kneaded them.

Ralph pressed up against her hip, and he licked into her cute little ear. "Not if you're nice to us."

"He means naughty," Lenny chuckled.

Diane panicked. Just smelling these men and feeling them so close to her body was enough to turn her stomach. Fear ripped through her and clenched her heart like a fist of ice.

"No!" she screamed. She tore away from the men.

Big hands reached for her, but she screamed again and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She made a mad dash for the rear doors, panting and gasping as she ran. She crashed into them and clawed at them to open one. Laughter followed her every step. And the race was on.

Diane quickly and fearfully glanced over her shoulder to see the three men coming after her, laughing and joking about her luscious body. She screamed. There was no time now to open one of those big doors. Feeling dwarfed and threatened by the trio of males, she turned and tried to make it to the wooden ladder leading up to the loft.

Ralph Turner jumped to the foot of the ladder and opened his arms to her, laughing hotly. There was a huge cock bulge in his filthy pants. Diane screeched and avoided colliding with the chuckling man. She darted past him and rushed the length of the barn. Hank and Lenny, giving chase, watched her cute ass wiggle and swing as she ran. They laughed heartily and enjoyed chasing the pretty girl around the barn.