Chapter 4
"He-told you?"
Karen was amazed. Davey actually had the guts to tell his father what had happened? She was going to use the threat of exposure against her cousin if he didn't leave her alone. Only now she realized just how foolish something like that would have been. Davey confessed the whole thing. And Uncle Billy didn't seem particularly upset by it.
"It wasn't very smart of him to fuck you like that in the barn-not in front of all those boys who could spread the word around."
"What?"
Karen sat there in shock. Her uncle sat there calmly, expressing not one word about outrage or anger. Maybe he didn't know the full story.
"Did he tell you about-about what he really did to me?"
Bill cocked his head boyishly to one side, his thick sensuous lips curling into a sardonistic smile.
"Of course. My son and I don't have any secrets from one another."
"Oh, no!"
Karen sank back in the chair, feeling her hair stand on end. This had to be some horrid dream. She couldn't really be hearing her uncle saying this to her!
"Oh, yes. You see, after Aunt Mary died I went through several-eh, phases, for lack of a better word," Bill said. He was leaning forward, his hands folded together as he explained this horrible thing to her. "In the end, I found I liked bondage, you know? Or maybe you don't like the sort of thing Davey put you through."
"Horrible!" Karen gasped, folding her arms against her tits.
"For some people," Bill admitted, his smile growing broader. "But for us, well, I learned my son shared the same feelings I had. You can guess what kind of thing we've had going here for a while. He'd bring one of his girlfriends over and we'd both put her through the paces. Of course, with a couple of pictures, she wasn't going to say anything to anyone. You came along right in time, Karen. I've got to thank your mother for sending you. Although," he added, with a wink, "she won't know why both Davey and I were so grateful to her."
Karen felt that sick feeling churning in her tummy once more. She had expected help and aid from her uncle. Now she discovered he was worse than Davey.
"Please, Uncle Billy. Just tell me it's a joke or something. I-I don't know if I can deal with this," Karen stammered.
"You don't have to deal with it. You just don't have a choice."
"Oh, no, no!"
Uncle Billy was getting up, and that long thick bulge down his leg throbbed up against the dirty, faded Levi's material. Karen sank back in the chair, wishing she could just drop out of sight. He stood there with his legs spread widely apart v One hand dropped casually down to his prick now, the fingers rubbing the bulge lightly. Karen's gaze dropped a little and she could make out the ridge of his prick crown through the blue material. She gasped, one hand fluttering to her throat. Her ass sank into the soft material and her nipples twitched excitedly.
"Davey says you like to suck cock. That true?"
"No! No!"
She shook her head violently, still not believing this horror.
"That's not what he says. And Davey's pretty damned good about telling the truth. He says you sucked one of his buddies dry, then wanted to take on another dude. It was just because you climaxed along with him that Greig, I think was his name, didn't get a chance to fuck you. That true?"
She stared up at her uncle with disbelieving eyes, wishing she could run somewhere and hide. But where could she go? He would kick the door down of her room. There were no other farms in the immediate area, and Karen was unsure just what was where in this countryside. She pleaded with her uncle, begging him not to hurt her.
"You know, I'll bet Davey wouldn't mind missing dinner for another crack at you, you know? Father and son with niece?"
"No!"
Karen's long hair bounced over her shoulders as she rushed from the chair, slipping behind the couch protectively. Her slender fingers sank into the white soft covering as she stared like a hunted animal at her uncle.
"There's nowhere you can run," Bill said, shrugging his shoulders simply. "Davey's coming up the stairs now-hear him? And you've got nothing but wild country for miles around here. It's perfect!"
"No, no!"
Karen felt herself choking. It was a trap, a terrible, horrible, incestuous trap.
"Hey, Dad, I-oh, yeah, you're onto her, huh?" Davey .said, his hands in his rear pockets.
"You got it, Son. And you're right. She's one hell of a spunky one. You can tell that right now," Uncle Billy said, his eye's narrowing.
"Man, and she's got one helluva tight, hot cunt. Wait 'til you get her goin'. "
"I got plans for this one. You got the rest of the stuff downstairs, like I said?"
"Yeah, it's all set up. Didn't think we'd be using it so soon. I was going to ease her into it, so to speak," Davey said, laughing softly. "But sometimes the best way to get into something's right away, right into the cold water, so to speak."
Karen couldn't believe that they were talking about her as if she were a piece of meat. She backed away as Bill moved to one side of the couch. Davey blocked her escape path through the front door. Karen crisscrossed her arms over her chest, doubling over at the waist, nearly numb with terror.
"Don't!" she wailed.
Davey lunged for her, his hands missing her wrist by only inches. Karen sucked in a ragged breath, scooting away from the young man, only to find herself near her uncle. She moved backward slowly, putting both hands up in front of her protectively.
"Please, just leave me be! Oh, please!"
Her voice had died to a near-whisper. She knew neither of them would let her go untouched now, not after all Uncle Billy had told her. There would have to be those incriminating pictures of her doing some unspeakable thing before they were going to release her. It all fell into place now as the girl backed away from the two men.
Her uncle was the first to grab her, tearing one hand away from her chest, pulling her toward him roughly. When she tried struggling away, Bill twisted her wrist, making her wince as her knees buckled-Karen began sagging to the floor, her face a mask of twisted agony.
"Now, you're not going to give us too much trouble, are you Karen?"
"Oh, let go! Oh, oh! You're hurting me!"
Bill kept on twisting her wrist until the girl had both knees on the floor. He let go of her wrist, quickly grabbing her hair and jerking her up against his crotch. Karen could taste the dirt on his jeans. More importantly, she felt his prick throbbing through the stretched blue material of his Levi's. He was rubbing her lips up and down his big cock-bulge, telling her how good it was going to feel having his cock fuck her throat.
"No!"
"You don't have a choice."
To emphasize his point, her jerked her up by the shoulders, facing her, then tearing the blouse from her shoulders. Uncle Billy did it easily, tearing it in half, then sliding his hands around her body She felt,the fingers fumbling with the strap of her bra. She tried to fight back, twisting around while pressing her palms against his chest. Bill only laughed at her vain attempts, slapping down her hands, then wheeling her around and draping the teen over the couch. He stood behind her, his knees digging into the backs of her legs. She could feel his hot crotch press up against her ass. When she tried pulling her head up off the sofa-seat cushion, Uncle Billy slapped one hand roughly against the back of her head, stunning the teen into meek submission.
"Uhhhhhh!" Karen moaned as she felt the bra being ripped from her body, her tits tumbling out from the cups.
"Man, and she digs gettin' them nipples pinched and torqued. She digs gettin' a finger up the ass, too, Dad. She just digs gettin' fucked around."
Bill arched his eyebrows, hunching his groin against her. "Then she's gonna have as good a time as we will. Let's take her downstairs."
Although Karen had never been in the cellar before, she instinctively knew something terrible would happen to her down there. She screamed, flailing her fists against her uncle. When Davey tried to catch her legs, the girl kicked back at him, twisting and writhing like a snake. Bill snarled at her defiance, cocking one hand back and bringing down a heavy fist against one side of her head. The crushing blow knocked the girl out, sending her slumped to the floor in total defeat.
How long she had been unconscious, Karen didn't know. It must have been only for a few moments. She awoke in the arms of her uncle. He was carrying her, her head lolling from side to side. The girl caught glimpses of the overhead kitchen light globe. Davey was saying something about some kinds of machines downstairs. Uncle Bill had banged her head against the refrigerator, adjusting her position, then hefting her down the steep wooden cellar steps. As he carried her down, Karen decided to lie loose and supple, not wanting either of them to realize she was awake. They reached the bottom. Karen wanted to look around. But Davey was still behind her. She was afraid to move.
The girl felt the dampness, heard her cousin turn on one of the light switches. The darkness turned into a yellowish dim glare. Uncle Billy carried her a little farther, finally setting her down on a chair. One hand dug into her firm ass-cheeks for a moment before finally letting her go. She slumped forward, careful not to fall from the chair onto the floor. Curling her toes slightly, she felt the cool, hard surface of the concrete floor.
"Let's put her on the table. I want to try something with this one."
Davey half-carried, half-dragged her from the chair to the table, setting her down hard on the wooden table top. Karen opened one eye, recognizing the table as a kind of workbench. She let herself dangle on it, lying with her arms half off the sides. She breathed slow and easy, hiding the constant flutter in her belly.
"Get me the screws-and don't forget the Coleman lantern," Uncle Billy said.
Karen peered to the side from one slitted eye. She saw several large chests pushed helter-skelter around the cellar. There were one or two banged-up metal cabinets, all with combination locks on them. There wasn't too much unusual around here she could see. As the girl began to meditate on her fate, she heard the heavy, raspy breathing of her uncle.
"You're right, Son. She's quite a beautiful girl. Going to see what she looks like all over."
Karen still managed to maintain her charade, lying there limply while her uncle unzipped her Levi's and pulled them with her panties from her body. He let out a low whistle, brushing her cunt bush with the flat of one hand. Her thighs rippled involuntarily at that teasing touch.
"Virgin, eh? Too bad you fucked her. I wouldn't have minded fucking this one."
"She still tight, pad," Davey apologized.
Uncle Bill shrugged, throwing her trousers and panties to the floor.
"Doesn't matter. I've got other plans for this niece of mine. First, bring the rope."
There was a moment's pause. Then Karen felt something being drawn over her ankles, her legs being roughly spread apart. Davey was looping half-inch line around her feet in figure-eights, securing the free ends to what Karen guessed were hooks or something underneath the table. The rope was snug, but did not cut off the circulation. Davey had obviously done this before.
Uncle Billy moved behind her, taking one arm, stretching it behind her head. Karen felt him loop the rope twice around her right wrist, then pull back until her elbow was draped just over the back of the table. The hemp cut lightly into her flesh. Her uncle moved to the other arm, also looping a short length of line around her wrist, then fastening it to the table leg. In moments, Karen felt stretched taut across the table top, her muscles aching from the tension. No longer could the girl keep pretending she was still unconscious. Groaning, Karen fluttered her eyelids open, turning her head to one side. Uncle Billy was there, having stripped the shirt from his body. His big pecs, thick-muscled arms and hairy chest were all plainly visible.
"You said she's real tight, Son?"
"Yeah, Dad. Man, thought she was gonna break off my prick or something the first time I fucked her," Davey said, his lips twisted into a sneer.
"Then we're gonna have to loosen her up before I fuck her."
Karen felt the splintery wood knifing into her naked ass, and a sheen of nervous perspiration glistened over her body. Her tits lay flat on her chest, her nipples long and red and tempting to the two men. Karen moved her thighs a little, feeling her cunt lips rubbing up against one another. She tried pulling her wrists up a little, but the rope kept them tight against the table.
"Open the trap door just under her ass, Davey."
The young stud scrambled under Karen. There was some fumbling. Then she felt the wood directly under her ass disappear. Karen let out a little gasp as the cool damp basement air kissed her hot ass-cheeks. Her ass-hole winked shut as she straightened her legs.
"Sometimes a little persuasion does the trick along with the leather," Uncle Billy said, unfastening his black leather belt, then sliding it from the pant loops.
Karen's eyes widened as she watched him doubling the belt, them smacking it lightly and rhythmically against one thigh. The resulting cracking sound sent shivers racing up and down her spine. Again, the girl twisted against her rope bonds, feeling the line chafing her flesh.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she stammered.
"What you went through in the barn today's nothing, baby. Trust me. We're going to make you one of us, one big happy family."
"Never! I'll never love doing-doing things like that!" she spat back, half in anger, half in fear.
Bill laughed.
"They all say that one time or other. We'll see."
There was the sound of more movement under the bench. Karen cocked her head as best she could to one side, hearing the rattling sound of glass against metal. The two men were talking about something. She overheard the word, "matches."
"You're a girl from Los Angeles, Karen. You appreciate the heat. I think you'll appreciate this."
Karen whimpered, stopping her wild thrashing movements. She smelled something-gasoline? No, it was something stronger, the smell of burning sulphur, a struck match. What was happening down there under the table? The draft made her ass-flesh pucker into goose bumps as her ass-cheeks hung down through the trap door. There was the sound again of glass against metal. Then Karen remembered them talking something about a Coleman lantern. It must be there under her table, but why?
In a second Karen knew what was going to happen. She felt the smooth brush of the glass lip of the lantern against one of her ass-cheeks. Immediately the cool that had caressed her ass now switched to searing heat. The girl screamed, her mouth twisting open and her eyelids fluttered wildly. Karen curled her fingers, her muscles bulging against her flesh as she wallowed her shoulder blades against the splintery wooden table top. It was awful, hideous! The girl tried desperately to jerk her ass up from the licking flame. By tightening her thigh and calf muscles Karen was able to pull her buttocks inches up from the table. But the resulting pain and tension in her shoulders and thighs were too much for her to keep her butt raised. In a moment she had to relax, letting her ass sag back down into the square-cut hole.
"Yaghghhghghghghhh!" Again the teen jerked her buttocks up. Her tits rose and fell sharply, her nipples becoming harder. Her belly spasmed, making her tits dance then, slap softly together. Davey was underneath, moving the glass cover now to the other ass-cheek. Karen screamed again, the flame and superheated air singeing her ass-flesh. Her tendons strained, her body shivering mightily as she struggled against the chafing, biding ropes. Again and again, Karen begged her uncle to stop the pain, to let her go. She sobbed, her words drowned in a river of tears. But Bill only watched her with growing arousal, his prick twitching against the front of his Levi's.
"You enjoy the heat, just like I thought."
Bill squatted down, watching his son moving the Coleman lantern from ass-cheek to ass-cheek.
"Take off the glass. Let her feel the fire."
"Right, Dad."
He was going to brand her ass. Karen jerked her head back, her eyes bugging out while she screamed out her lungs. The cords stood out from her neck while her tongue whipped against her teeth. Davey moved the fire back up to her ass, at times letting the blue-orange flame flatten against her flesh. He moved it away before the fire had a chance to raise any blisters.
Karen writhed and twisted against the table, jerking her hips up to try to move her ass away from the licking heat.
"Oh, oh, you're going to kill me with that! Oh, God, God!"
Karen wished her uncle would hit her now, knock her unconscious and do what he would with her. But Uncle Billy only watched and smiled, his niece's screams a sweet music to his ears while his son let the fire dance over her shivering ass-cheeks.