"Oh God!" Faye cried out in the car, almost driving off the road as she approached the Golden Gate and remembered her uncle's cock. It was long and skinny, looking like a knife of some kind sticking out of his pants. She pleaded with him not to fuck her. She was still a virgin!
But her uncle just laughed and pinned her down tightly with his big body. His rancid breath filled her nostrils as he hunched forward, digging his dick-head into the virgin folds of her pussy. The pain was agonizing. Her snatch membranes were pulled open for the first time by a dick, stretching wide into a tunnel as Uncle Al hunched and hunched.
The rest of the incident was still a blur for the blonde. She remembered the awful pain of her cherry bursting; the feeling of blood trickling out of her pussy as her uncle ignored her cries and pleas and fucked himself into a hot cum. Then, when she tried to crawl away from the exhausted man, he grabbed her around the waist and rolled her over on her belly. Faye remembered sobbing and begging with him to stop as he crawled on top of her and dug his fingers in her shitter. It took her uncle a while to get his dick stiff. But once he did, the man was plowing it into her virgin shitter, making Faye shriek that he was ripping her body apart. While he grunted, sweated, and thrust his stiff cock into her ass, the girl groaned with pain as pieces of stiff hay crunched into her stretched, bloody pussy. Then there were those terrible grunts of satisfaction as he fired another load into her stretched shitter.
When Faye tried to crawl away a second time, Uncle Al rolled her over again, finishing her off with a second fuck to her bloodied cunt. After it was over, he climbed off the sobbing, violated girl and fell asleep at the bottom of the pile of hay. Faye remembered lying there for what seemed like hours, trying to decide if she should tell her aunt or her parents. They'd never believe her. They'd figure, if anything, that she tried to seduce her own uncle and he'd merely given in. Ever since her folks caught her petting heavily with the student body vice-president, they were suspicious of every move she made.
Finally Faye decided not to say a word. She stifled her sobs and crawled off the pile of hay quietly, careful not to wake up her snoring uncle. She found her bra, shirt and jeans and gathered them up in her trembling arms. She wanted to get out of the barn as fast as she could.
"Oh God!" Faye said out loud as she felt her skin crawling with revulsion and disgust. She remembered staggering across the moonlit barn yard with her tattered clothes in her hands. Her cunt ached; her tits were sore from all that pulling and scraping; her legs were streaked with cum and dried blood. She walked into the darkened house and felt like screaming. Nothing seemed different from the time when she walked out of the kitchen with her Uncle Al. But in reality everything had changed. That night Faye Madden had lost her innocence. She'd been brutally fucked three times by her own uncle, right under his wife's nose. The horror of what happened finally crushed the young girl to the floor. Everything spun wildly inside her head. She didn't know how long she'd knelt in the middle of the living room with her clothes still clutched in her trembling hands. Suddenly she heard dragging sounds outside and knew that her uncle had woken up and was coming into the house. The girl shot up and ran through the living room, feeling her heart beat wildly against her ribs as she heard the front door squeak open.
"Faye," he called out sleepily.
The young girl crouched on the first step of the long stairway in terror. Would he fuck her again if he found her? Even though she was in her aunt's house and her aunt was sleeping just above her, Faye didn't put anything past that animal.
"Faye?" he called out again, stumbling past the cringing girl and staggering blindly into the kitchen.
When she was sure that he couldn't see her, Faye shot up the stairs and ran into her room, shutting the door as quietly as she could and bolting it tight. She leaned against the closed door and shut her eyes, panting heavily as her hands dropped limply to her sides.
"Ohhhh," the girl moaned, feeling safe for the first time. The aching in her pussy was nothing compared to her sense of disgust and horror that filled her head. Her fingers curled into two tight little fists as she swore from that moment on that no man would touch her. No man!
"No man," Faye said to herself, laughing lightly as she cruised over the Golden Gate Bridge and drove into Mann County. Well, she hadn't ever planned on meeting a stud like Jack Moore. Wasn't it Robert Burns who said something about the best-laid plans? Well, it didn't matter. For ten years she'd fought men and now she found out she'd actually been fighting herself. Jack had showed her that. Now, all she had to do was get through the next few days at her aunt's ranch. Then she could leave all that hate and ugliness behind her and start remaking her life with Jack.
Mill Valley, Faye read as she turned off the freeway and drove down the dark, winding road toward her aunt's ranch. She felt her pulse quicken as the car shot past familiar old landmarks. At night, under the glare of the headlights, those landmarks took on a grotesque flavor. There it is. Get yourself together, girl, Faye said to herself as she spotted the big sign spanning the entrance road to her aunt's ranch. Bar-G Ranch the sign stated. Faye inhaled sharply as she turned the wheel and pulled into the entrance of the horse ranch. It was a good mile drive up the pitch-black road to the cluster of buildings that made up the main ranch area. The eucalyptus trees hung threateningly over the road, swaying in the light breeze as he car sped on through the night. There was something wrong. Faye could feel it as she headed down the road. As soon as she turned in, she felt a kind of heavy sickness crushing down on her.
"Thank God!" Faye said out loud in relief as she rounded a curve and saw the bright lights of the main ranch house. She could never understand why her Aunt Helen had bought this place right after her first husband died. She'd always been a horsewoman. Born and raised in Montana, Helen Pohl knew horses better than she knew people.
But she never was a businesswoman. She knew how to raise and breed homes. But when it came down to the dollars and cents of the operations, Helen was adrift; it didn't take her too long to run through the money from her first husband's insurance policy. Faye remembered her mother and father talking about "poor Helen" and how she'd have to sell the business. Then came Al, the marriage, and business success.
Some success, Faye thought wryly as she drove into the courtyard of the ranch and stopped the car. Turning off the lights, the blonde inhaled sharply and mustered up all the courage she could as she stepped out of the car and got ready to meet the man who'd raped her three times ten years ago.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Aunt Helen?" Faye called out in a nervous voice as she slammed the car door behind her and started walking toward the two-story wood-frame ranch house. The blond could see that the lights were on in the living room, kitchen, and one upstairs bedroom. But there wasn't a sound coming from the house, or from any other part of the ranch for that matter. It sounded incredibly quiet to Faye.