"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.