Hank Borden - Hot virgin niece

Uncle Roy then grabbed her arm again and dragged her over to the bench. He forced her to lie face down on the hard wood and then fastened her down with the straps. Bobbie Joe groaned as the leather bit into her back and legs. In no time she was made totally powerless.

"This is what I should have done to my wife," said Uncle Roy as he crossed the room towards the metal chest. "If I had this room then, I could have turned her into a good girl."

"Yes, but your wife is gone now, Uncle. You don't have to worry about her anymore." She watched him open the chest.

"Shut up, bitch! Don't tell me what I don't have to do."

"But don't you see? You're trying to punish everyone for what your wife did to you. Why don't you just forget about her? You're still a young man and you're real handsome. You can find another woman. Just forget about your wife."

After rummaging through the chest for several seconds. Uncle Roy pulled out a black object. Seeing it, Bobbie Joe choked on her words. It was a leather handle, and from the handle dangled a multitude of thin leather strands. He returned to her, his lips curled up in a sly grin.

"You're all the same," he said. "All bad girls!"

"But Uncle Roy!" she cried. "I'm your niece!" That fact didn't stop him from ripping her panties off, tearing the flimsy thing from her body in three separate pieces. Bobbie Joe, her arms pinned to her sides, could only groan.

"You've got a nice ass, bitch," said Uncle Roy. "Let's see how quickly I can turn it red."

Bobbie Joe shivered as her uncle raised the whip. She knew now that he was not joking. She wished that she were back on the farm where things were nice and peaceful.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw her uncle strike. The whip smacked her on her ass, and the pain immediately raced up to her brain. She screamed loudly then tested the strength of the straps.

Again her uncle raised the whip and again he brought it down hard on her bare ass. The numerous strands tore into her soft flesh wickedly. It was as if someone were biting her on the ass. She screamed again as fire swept through her body.

"How does that feel, little niece? That should warm your ass up a little."

The whip struck Bobbie Joe again and again, the leather strands tenderizing her soft meat. Her ass began to throb and burn. She could do nothing to avoid the whip, the straps prevented her. She could only howl her displeasure.

Uncle Roy made the small room resound with loud screaming and whip cracking. He punished his niece severely. Her ass was red as beet now, with dozens of long, thin whip marks.

Bobbie Joe soon lost her voice and her screams turned to sobs and whimperings. She could feel a trickle blood running down her thigh. Would this mad man ever stop? She knew she couldn't much more. Even now her whole body was throbbing.

"Ohhh," she moaned as the whip cracked against her ass. "Uncle! You're going to kill me!"

Uncle Roy paid her no mind. His hand continued to rise and fall as he whipped the hell out of her big ass. The red hand now turned a deep purple. He knew she was on fin.

Then, after giving her two extra-hard strokes, he ceased the whipping and began to hit her with the palm of his hand. The bottom of his hand slammed into her big asscheeks with a loud crack. He saw the big mounds shake, and he heard her cry out. It pleased him to see her in agony.

"Uuuungh," groaned Bobbie Joe, finding no relief in the change from his whip to his palm.

Uncle Roy made the big red assmounds quake. He slapped her so hard the room was filled with the sound of flesh against flesh. Her big ass was too inviting a target for him to show mercy. He intended to pound the shit out of it.

And that's just what he did, slapping her nude asscheeks again and again until he was too exhausted to continue. When he was finished, he undid the leather straps and pulled her to the floor.

"That's just the beginning," he told her. "I'll teach you not to disobey me if it's the last thing I do!"

Bobbie Joe stood on shaky legs as her uncle scolded her. Her ass was on fire and she knew it would be sometime before the flame died down. Her tits were also throbbing from being pressed into the hard bench for so long. What else was in store for her? She wondered.

Uncle Roy next dragged her over to the bed where he threw her onto the mattress on her back. Though the mattress was soft, it was still murder on her sore ass. While she groaned in agony, he shackled her wrists and ankles to the four posts. Then he sat down at her side, still holding the whip.

"You're spread wide now, little niece," he said, stroking her shapely thigh. "You couldn't close your legs now if you wanted to. I think I'll try a little experiment."

Bobbie Joe yanked at her chains, but they held fast. The iron shackles pinched her soft skin and made her very uncomfortable. Uncle Roy had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to assemble this room and she had a feeling that he wasn't going to waste the opportunity to use it.

With her arms and legs spread wide, the farm girl looked up into her uncle's eyes, wondering what to expect next. Was he going to fuck her? Hell, he needn't have gone this far, she would have given him a tumble any time he wanted. But no, he wasn't going to fuck her. She guessed that he intended to abuse and humiliate her a while longer.

"So you like to fuck, huh?" He waved the whip in front of her eyes. "Well, now, let's see if you do."

Hearing his words, she expected him to undress and climb on top of her. But instead, he simply leaned over and poked the handle of the whip between her legs, his fingers gripping the end where the leather strands were fastened. He worked it right up against her cunt lips.

"Aaagh!" moaned Bobbie Joe. "You wouldn't!"

"Oh, wouldn't I?"

Uncle Roy worked the leather handle in between the girl's wide-open cunt lips. There was a knob on the end of the handle that resembled a cock head, and it took him some time to get it past her cuntlips. After pushing and twisting, he finally got it into her fuck hole and then began to push it deeper.

"Aagh!" moaned Bobbie Joe, shaking her head from side to side. "It hurts! Please stop!"

Uncle Roy only laughed as he continued to push the leather handle up into the girl's hot pussy.

Bobbie Joe liked to fuck, but not like this. The big knob, as well as the rest of the handle, was causing her too much pain.

Her uncle wiped the sweat from his brow as he kept pushing the leather handle deeper into her cunt. Her pussy walls were being stretched wide, and her cunt was being devastated. She groaned loudly as the pain shot up into her brain.

When the leather handle was very deep, Uncle Roy began to work it in and out of her cunt with slow, easy strokes. She gasped at the intense friction, wishing that he would use his cock instead. As it was, her pussy was jolted with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The leather seemed to tug at her delicate membranes, pulling them out and then pushing them back inside her. She felt as if she were being turned inside out. The accompanying sensations made her drool and wince at the same time.

"Uuungh!" she grunted, wiggling her still-red ass. "Why don't you just shove your prick in me? That whip handle hurts too damn much!" She wrinkled her face in pain.

Laughing at her facial contortions, Uncle Roy kept up his assault. After shoving the leather handle in deep once again, he began twisting it in circles. This stretched and pinched her cunt walls and made her cry out.

Bobbie Joe rattled her chains to protest the treatment of her pussy. Her uncle was twisting her pussy meat as if it were cotton candy. She bit her lower lip as the pain/pleasure raced up into her guts.

"Aaagh! Oh, Uncle!" she cried. "I'm your niece! Stop hurting me!"

"You're not my niece. You're a bad little girl. Just like my wife used to be. I'll teach you."