Diane blew kisses at the three men as they left the barn. She had expressed the wish that they could stay and be her friends now, but Hank carefully explained to her why it was out of the question.
"Your uncle hired us to teach you a bitter lesson about cock teasing or turn you on," he said, fondling her cute tits. "But part of the bargain was that we'd be long gone by the time he got home."
"But why?" Diane asked, jerking Lenny's and Ralph's stiff pricks. "I mean, if he trusts you enough to rape his own niece you must be his friends."
"No, not really," Lenny said, petting her furry cunt. "This is business. There are no friends in business."
"I'll never understand men," Diane pouted. "Look at it this way," Ralph advised, inching his middle finger up into her asshole. "Here you are, a pretty, teenaged nymph, all hot and horny and eager to fuck. Why would the old geezer want to share that with us?"
Diane thought about that for a second. Then her eyes brightened and her sensual lips formed a sexy O. "Ohhh," she cooed, smiling. "Now I get it! He wants my ass all to himself!"
"Exactly!" Hank laughed.
So Diane finally understood about men, but it didn't make her feel any better when Hank, Lenny and Ralph left her all alone at midnight. She walked over to where her dress had fallen hours before and picked it up. She slipped it on and zipped it up in back. Then she took the three twenty-dollar bills from the bale of hay where the men had placed them and ambled out of the barn.
The sky was full of bright stars, and the air was balmy. Diane had, spring to her steps as she made her way to the house. She felt marvelous, her every fuck-hole well satisfied and still tingling from all the cocks she had devoured.
She stretched out on her bed to await her aunt and uncle's return, but she fell asleep, content and smiling. In the morning, she awoke at dawn, feeling refreshed and strangely happy. She couldn't remember ever feeling this good before. She felt alive, vibrant – and sexy.
A new excitement gripped her as she came fully awake, and she pranced into the bathroom as happy as a lark. She got naked and jumped into the shower. Her body came alive under the stinging spray of the forceful shower, and she hummed a happy tune as she let the water jet against her furry cunt and quivery little clit. Her nipples stood up, too, as she recalled the erotic events of the night before. She stepped out of the shower eager to see her raunchy uncle.
Fifteen minutes later, looking as fresh as a daisy in her brief halter and too-small shorts, she found her uncle in the living room in his recliner, reading the newspaper. Her clit and nipples tingled when she saw him. Her aunt was in the kitchen so Diane couldn't do what she wanted to. She felt like running to her uncle and perching her cute ass right on his lap, making his prick real hard.
But she sat on the sofa and said good morning. Ben Saunders looked up and gazed at her. His gaze traveled up and down her luscious body, and he felt his prick begin to rise. But he kept a straight face and returned her greeting.
Then, as cool as a cucumber, be murmured, "How did things go last night while we were gone?"
Diane suppressed a giggle and replied, "Marvelous."
"Marvelous? That's a pretty strong word to use. What did you do? Watch TV?"
"No."
Ben shot a careful glance at the kitchen door and lowered his voice. "What then? Play with yourself?"
Diane did giggle then, tickled by his little game. She decided to end it. "Oh, Uncle Ben," she cooed, "you know darned well what I did last night. You devil you!"
Just then, Sarah poked her head into the room and greeted Diane warmly. Diane, responded appropriately, and the old woman left the house by the back door to hang out some wash. Diane's bright blue eyes returned to her uncle.
Ben was waiting on pins and needles. So it happened! The boys did their work! He had been wondering about that. When he first saw Diane come into the room, she looked awfully happy and refreshed for a girl who was supposed to have been brutally raped. He had begun to doubt that Hank, Lenny and Ralph did what they'd been paid to do.
Diane put his mind at rest with a big smile and a titter as she purred, "Lenny, Ralph and Hank told me to thank you for the work. Oh, by the way… here."
She got to her feet and moved to his chair. She dug her fingers inside one of the triangles of her little halter and brought out a small packet of money. She passed the bills to her wide-eyed uncle and laughed.
Ben stared at the money in his hand and looked dumbfounded. "I-I don't get it," he said.
"But they did!" Diane giggled.
Ben looked from the money to his niece. She looked so Goddamned sexy and too happy. He couldn't believe his own thoughts. "You mean they fucked you and returned the money?"
"Not exactly," Diane said, leaning down so he could view her jutting tits. "I couldn't let them take your money for something like that. After all, they got a lot for nothing. Besides, Aunt Sarah has been wanting a new dress. Now you can buy her one!"
"I'll be damned," Ben groaned, glancing at her rite, half-naked tits. "You liked it!"
"Not at first," Diane said. "Golly! They did such terrible things to me! I mean, I thought they were terrible. They tied me up and completely raped me! It was horrifying! I thought they were going to kill me! But that wasn't what they were after. You know that, you demon."
Her uncle's eyes came alive, and his fingers trembled against the money he was still holding. He still looked dumbfounded.
Diane giggled. "That has to be the most wonderful thing an uncle could do for a girl! Oh, Uncle Ben – I love you!" And she planted a nice moist kiss on his mouth. She used her tongue.
When her uncle's mouth didn't respond the way she expected it to, she broke the kiss and stood back. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Aren't you glad that I'm sexy now?"
"Are you?" he asked.
"Golly! Can't you tell? Look at me! I'm all turned on!"
"You are?" he asked calmly, narrowing his eyes on her.
"God, yes! I feel like a new girl! I wanna be naked! I wish I could just tear my clothes off and gobble up your cock! My nipples are standing up like crazy! See?"
She yanked the triangles of her small halter away from her tits and displayed them to her uncle's gaze. Her pink nipples were indeed standing up, as if they wanted to be sucked fiercely.
"Hmmm, interesting," Ben muttered.
Diane's mouth fell open, and she blinked several times. "Is that all you have to say? I don't understand you. I thought you'd be tickled pink! Maybe you don't know what I mean. Uncle Ben, they fucked me like mad. Look at me! I'm not cock teasing you! Not now! Or if I am, it's only to get your prick nice and big. I wanna give it all to you!"
"You do, huh?"
"Yes! My God, aren't you happy about it? My tits, my cunt, my asshole – anything! It's all yours! I want to make it up to you for all the cock teasing I did. Golly, you seem so dull!"
Ben looked at the money in his hand and said, "Your aunt hounded me again last night for that damned dress. I think I'll give this to her and let her drive into town for it."
He got to his feet, and without another glance at his niece's jutting naked tits, he walked into, the kitchen and out the back door.
Diane stared in disbelief as he left the house. Why didn't he just wait for Sarah to come back inside? Why didn't he use the time to play with her? He could be right here, feeling her up, playing with her tits and cunt, and she could be jerking his marvelous cock! Now she was dumbfounded.
She heaved a sigh and covered her ripe tits. Maybe he just wanted to save his aching cock for later when they'd be alone, she thought. Of course. That must be it. Surely he's aching to fuck me! she thought.
Ben returned with his wife, who was grinning from ear to ear and bubbling over with excitement. "Diane!" she exclaimed. "Look! Your Uncle Ben gave me this money so I could buy myself a new dress! Isn't he a wonder?"
Diane's blue eyes sparkled, and she readily agreed that he was a wonder. She smiled a secret smile at him as her aunt bubbled on about going to town.
"You can come with me if you like," she said.
Diane graciously declined and thanked her for asking. "Me and Uncle Ben will be fine while you're gone," she murmured innocently.
She couldn't wait! Her blood was running hot in her veins. She could think of little else but fucking. She kept thinking about last night, especially those fantastic triple-fucks! She wanted to fuck.
By the time her aunt left for town, Diane was a bundle of nerves. She stood at the door waving to her aunt as innocently as a virgin, yet her nipples tingled and her clit buzzed and her fuck-holes burned with lust. She practically slammed the door when her aunt was gone. She whirled, breathless and anxious.
"Uncle Ben!" she gasped, tearing at her halter. "Oh, God, I wanna be naked with you! Show me your cock!"
Her tits burst into view, rising and falling rapidly with her labored breathing. Ben rose to his feet slowly and gazed at her.
"Calm down, kitten," he said, moving up to her. He covered her tits with the triangles of her halter. Diane peered down at what he was doing.
"Uncle Ben," she sighed hotly. "What are you doing? Don't you wanna squeeze them? Golly, my nipples are so stiff! I feel so horny! My cunt's on fire."
"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.
Ben looked forward to it too. When the train pulled out of the station, he put an arm around his wife's waist and muttered, "I've been thinking, Sarah. The farm needs some animals on it."
"Animals, dear?" Sarah murmured, waving to Diane. "What kind of animals?"
"Oh, a goat, I think. And a pony. Maybe a stallion."
In the truck on the return trip to the farm, Ben stared, unseeing, through the windshield, thinking of his luscious young niece.
"I've got some work to do in the barn when we get back," he said.
"You do? That's nice," Sarah said.
"Yeah. I gotta build something."
He spent most of the winter preparing for Diane's next summer visit. He erected a special wooden structure in one of the stalls. If Diane was naked, he imagined, and bent over with her head trapped in a yoke, he could get a big male animal to place its front hoofs on the contraption and fuck the living hell out of her. This erotic vision kept him busy all winter.
Miles away, Diane spent many a cold night in her bed, fingerfucking her asshole and cunthole, and dreaming of next summer. Her uncle she was sure, was dying to see her again.