Jon Reskind - Doggie farm

"Who told you to come in here?" he demanded, all handsomeness gone from his face now as he stood rigidly confronting his niece who could only blurt out: "Oh… oh, Uncle Milt… I… was only going to clean."

"And who told you to do that?"

"N… Nobody… but I thought I should since…"

"Since you wanted to snoop in my office and find out about kinky Uncle Milt, is that it? Find out if all those stories that clap-trap mother of yours has been telling the relatives is true, heh?" He grinned lewdly to himself and finished off the rest of his drink that he held in his hand. "Okay, you wanna see what Uncle Milt does for a living? You might as well know, because it's gonna help in the days to come, little girl."

Toni watched saucer-eyed as her uncle retraced his steps, going back to the sliding door and closing it, then bolting it on the inside! A new tightness constricted her belly, and her wide green eyes followed his broad back until he was facing her again. He was still half-grinning when he set about making himself another drink from the bar in the corner, near the potted palms.

Once again, Toni felt the icing of her bloodstream. "What do you mean, Uncle Milt? You… you mean…" She couldn't speak… only stood there petrified gaping at him, while he continued to grin at her.

"Would you like a drink to brace your nerves, Baby?" he invited calmly, leaning forward on the bar, his glass in hand.

Numbly, Toni shook her head in the negative, struggling for the proper words that might help improve her situation. "What did you want to show me?"

"I don't think I have to… you already know." His eyes fell on the disarrayed folders. "You've already seen those pictures… and the letters… what's left to tell?"

Toni felt as if her legs were made of stone, immobile, and she stood there awe-stricken as his massiveness closed in on her, his empty hand reaching out to take her small, trembling one inside it possessively. He went on, his handsome face beaming down at her. "We sell dogs to women who need to get fucked. We train our dogs to fuck and suck women, is that clear? Nobody gets hurt and everybody wins in the end. We make good money and they get their rocks off. Does that make sense, little girl?" He stood now with one alligator shoe on the leather chair, hands crossed over his knee.

"Oh, my God… that's… that's awful!" Toni gasped in horror at the shocking filth spewing from his half-grinning lips, not only his use of the lewd words, but the shameful, graphic meaning behind them. Now she knew why Diana and Sharon never left the premises.

"And as for you, my cute little niece, I've watched you and that candy-ass boyfriend of you making love… or try to… too bad he can't make you come!" Gingerly, he set his glass down on the desk top and sprung his hand out to catch her tiny one.

Desperately, she tried to jerk her hand free as tears of shame and rage streamed down her cheeks, but his huge, powerful hand was like a vise clutching at her own. She struggled with him, knocking the glass from the desk to spill onto the carpet, even knowing it was useless as she remembered the locked door, but in her panic she could think of nothing else but being free of his bestial touch, and abruptly, she sank her sharp teeth into the hairy flesh of his imprisoning hand.

"You little cunt!" Milt roared, jerking his hand away to brutally grasp her arm, then with the other open one he slapped her hard, knocking her backward and down onto the desk. She started to get up again, but as she did, he raised his hand once more, and she decided against it, slumping helplessly and burying her sobbing face in her hand. "Okay… that's better Baby," he said, breathing heavily as he examined the teeth marks she'd left in his flesh. He'd caught her just in time, before she could break the skin with those white little fangs of hers. Still, it hurt like hell. She'd pay for it!

"Now, let's get back to business, okay?" he shook his hand in the air to ease the pain. "We can either be friends, which'll make it easier on you… or enemies, and I'll rape you! It's up to you, doll. If you're not nice to me, you'll end up like Diana and Sharon in those pictures… fucked by a dog. Now which'll it be? Me or the dogs…?"

Toni's head swam from the force of his stinging blow, but the terrifying repugnance his loathsome proposition sent nauseously sweeping through her was far more staggering than if he had beat her senseless! She could only gape up at him in sickened panic!

"No… you wouldn't do that to me! I'm your niece! That's… that's incest!" she sobbed. "Oh, please let me go, just let me go home and I won't tell anybody…"

"It's too late for that, honey," Milt replied with a leer. "It boils down to this… if that punk boy friend of yours can fuck my wife, then I can fuck you… and that's exactly what I intend to do."

"He didn't… Jeff would never make love to anybody but me!" she wailed, staring at him in further confusion at his night-marish accusation.

"Oh, yeah? It's time you grow up, little one. What do you think they've been doing out there near the kennels all this time? Pickin' daisies? Boy," he said, scratching his head, "you're as lame as your mother."

Toni had closed her ears to his disrespectful talk. Somehow, if what he said was true about Jeff and Aunt Claudia, she felt certain that Claudia had coerced Jeff into the horrible act. How, she had no idea but he would have an explanation, and she had to keep the faith… they loved each other too much!

"Where do you think you're going?" he questioned, his hand gripped her upper arm as she started to rise from the desk.

"Never mind… I… I just have to get out…"

"No you won't!" he hissed through clenched jaws, his flinty eyes raking over her hungrily. "Now, you sit right here while I make us both a nice soothing drink, then we'll discuss the situation sensibly, eh?"

Toni leaned slowly back against the desk, but rigidly so, the idea of something to brace her nerves not exactly repulsive to her.

Milt grinned, patted her on the knee and walked to the portable bar. "You're really in love with that punk, aren't you?" Toni nodded her head, unable to speak. Uncle Milt chuckled, while a nervous trembling ripple over took Toni's nerve-wracked young body. Dear Lord, what was going to happen now? She hadn't time to reason it out before Milt was coming back carrying two glasses of a milkish appearing concoction…

"Absinthe, Baby… great for what ails you," he said, handing one to her and dropping down beside her on the desk. "So cheers," he said in a raised toast.

Toni nodded, half responding, then lifted the glass to her lips, tasting carefully and finding its liquorice flavour pleasing, taking a second, deeper draught that immediately began to warm her stomach. She sensed his big arm moving up behind her and she twisted around to distract him and said: "I really am in love with Jeff, Uncle Milt. I want to marry him some day, but Mom and Dad don't think I'm old enough."

Wheels turned in the lecherous man's head. "They don't know he's here, do they?" he asked in a mellifluous voice, that took her off guard for a reckless moment.

"No, they don't, and if they did I would be in trouble. Man, they'd never let us see each other again."

The big man smiled. "Sounds as if I win, sweetheart. Here it is; either you let me fuck you, or I'll phone your mother and tell her about Jeff. Simple as that. Because if your boy friend can fuck my wife, I see no reason why you and I should be left out in the cold."

"Oh… please… oh, Uncle Milt!" she whimpered. "How can you even think of such a horrible thing? Have you no morals?" Dear God, she couldn't, she just couldn't submit her body to her uncle. Suddenly she tilted the glass to her lips and drained it, holding to the top of the desk, then abruptly tried to gain her feet once more.