“Seriously, Ben. Do you really find me that attractive?” It might have been possible for any other woman to be fishing for compliments. In Amy’s case, though, she found it almost intimidating to be loved as much as Ben seemed to. Ben gave his answer some thought for a minute or two before he replied.
“To be honest, Little One?” he started, “yeah, I really do. You’re young, you’re very pretty in my opinion, and you’re one hell of a great lover. But there’s more to it than just that.” Ben paused to regroup his thoughts before he went on. “A month ago, I wasn’t even aware that I had a niece. Now, here I am, sharing my life with her, and finding myself very much in love with her. A lot has changed for me, quite quickly and dramatically. But the best part? You love me as much as I love you. I can feel it in the way you act, the way you carry yourself, and definitely in the way you make love with me. There are times, and many of them, when I can’t seem to get enough of you to satisfy my amazement at how beautiful you are, and how beautiful you make my world seem.”
Amy inhaled slowly as she tried to understand exactly how her uncle felt, and the warmth of her face told her she was actually blushing.
“Oh Ben! You say the nicest things to me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” Amy got up and walked to Ben’s side of the table, encircled his shoulders with her arms, and kissed his cheek, holding her lips to his skin for the longest time. Ben reached up and clasped her head to him, then felt something warm and wet splash on his skin. Amy was crying tears of happiness and joy, and his own tears threatened to spring forth. “I love you, Uncle Ben. More than I thought I could ever love anyone” she whispered in his ear.
“I love you too, my precious Little One” Ben whispered back to her as he continued to hold her head against his.
Amy kissed her uncle one more time, then returned to her breakfast, but the lump in her throat made eating difficult. She gazed across the table towards Ben, while the feelings of loving and being loved rose to the surface of her very soul.
They would have remained in that lost state if it hadn’t been for the alarmed whinnying of Amy’s horse from the barn. At first, the noise didn’t register with either one of them. As the horses cried more and more insistently though, their distress swept over Amy, and she became alarmed.
“What the hell is Sunshine so upset about?” she voiced. “Let me go check on her, because something’s wrong. She never gets that wild.” As she said that, she got up from the table and ran towards the kitchen door, stopping only long enough to slip her feet into a pair of her sandals, then dashed out into the yard and towards the barn. As she ran, she could hear not only her mare whinnying in fear, but also her foal, and Ben’s stallion, Dryden. Their cries of fear were accompanied by the stomping of hooves on the stall’s wooden floors. Whatever had spooked them must be a real threat.
Flinging open the man-door to the barn, Amy could only hear the panic of the horses in her mind. She headed for Sunshine’s stall, which was the closest. Expecting the worst, fire, she inhaled deeply, but there was no smell of smoke. In fact, there were no odours that indicated anything wrong with the building. In as soothing a voice as she could muster, she called to her mare, trying to reassure the animal that everything would be alright. As she opened the stall gate, a hand grabbed her by the hair, pushed her into the stall, and slammed her against the rear wall. The impact nearly knocked the wind right out of her lungs. Then another hand covered her mouth, pulling itself tightly to her face so that she couldn’t make a sound.
In self-defence, Amy bit one of the fingers of the hand that muffled her screams of horror, as hard as she could. For a second, she tasted blood, and the knowledge that she had inflicted damage on her assailant gave her hope. A second later, she felt the powerful slap of something hitting her head. The blow almost made her lose consciousness. The pain in the back of her skull was unbelievable as she reeled from the force. As if all that wasn’t enough, she felt hot breath on her neck, and a voice growling at her.
“You bite me, leetle beetch, I pull your hair out for souvenir! You wiggle dat white ass in my face all day! Now I gonna fuck you white ass til you beg for more!” With that, the hand that had been holding her hair, and that had struck her, moved down her back and under her robe. Amy was shaking in terror and fear. She felt someone grab the waistband of her panties, then rip them to shreds and pull them from her body in one swift movement. In desperation, Amy tried to bite the first finger she could get her teeth on. As soon as she had a momentary opportunity, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“B-e-e-n-n-n!”
Her head was immediately slammed against the barn wall again. Shooting pain ripped through her face as it made violent contact with the wooden sheathing of the barn wall, and blood trickled from her nostrils.
“Doan bite me again, leetle beetch!” the voice growled its demand. “Eef you does, I smack you again, hard!”
The terror in Amy’s mind was compounded by the realization that something was pushing itself between her ass cheek; something hard and warm, like a man’s . . . cock! Shit, whoever it was had all intentions of fucking her up the ass! Amy clenched her ass cheeks together as tightly as she could in an attempt to prevent the intrusion. Ben had taken her there, softly, slowly, gently, and with feelings of love. But this wasn’t Ben. There was no gentleness in the assault on her body. As the realization that she was about to be raped sunk into Amy’s brain, she became panicky, trying to twist and turn in order to free herself from her assailant’s grip, but with no success.
“Oh God, where’s Ben? Where’s my uncle, the man I love, that I need, that’s supposed to rescue me from this torture?” Amy’s mind screamed.
As tightly as she squeezed her cheeks together, she couldn’t hold the overpowering advance of that invading cock for as long as it might take Ben to come to her rescue. The tears welled up in her eyes and poured down her cheeks. Amy felt helpless, and powerless to stop the threat to her young body. Slowly but surely, the pressing phallus forced its way past the barrier that her clenched cheeks tried to put up, until she felt a cockhead against her rosebud, and the continuing pressure as it demanded entrance to her ass. God, she would rather die than allow this . . . bastard . . . to take her this way!
Ben had heard Amy’s scream, and jumped up from the table, knocking the chair backwards onto the floor. Running to the door, he slipped his feet into his own sandals, then reached for the door handle. Something stopped him from turning the knob; something in the back of his mind that he couldn’t put into words. That same ‘something’ compelled him to grab his Browning from the wall rack before he flew out the door and over to the barn. As he ran through the man-door, the sounds of scuffling in one of the horse stalls made him slow down enough to assess the situation. Cautiously, he approached the open stall gate, sensing, more than seeing, his niece being pinned to the wall as a male figure tried to violate her.
Ben’s rage almost blinded him with fury. There was only one thing that prevented him from using the Browning to shorten his niece’s assailant’s lifespan, and that was the possibility of Amy being hit by a stray or ricocheting bullet. His aim would have to be dead-accurate, and with his current frame of mind, he wasn’t so sure of his marksmanship.
Walking as quietly as he could manage, Ben advanced towards the man that had captured his niece. At first, he couldn’t place the figure. As his rage subsided and he became a little more rational, it dawned on him that he was looking at Pedro, the Mexican that had left him with such an un-good feeling earlier. The son-of-a-bitch was standing with his pants down around his ankles, the evidence of his attempted violation on Amy manifested by the tenseness of his thrusting ass muscles. The temptation to give him a second asshole washed through Ben like a tidal wave, and it was all he could to to keep his anger in check.
Pedro’s concentration was focussed almost exclusively on the ass of his intended victim. If it hadn’t, he would have heard the click of the rifle’s safety catch being released. What did divert his attention was the feeling of cold steel harshly shoved against his asshole. His first instinct was to explore the nature of his invader. Ben’s quiet but insistent directives stopped him as he froze like a deer caught in a pair of headlights.
“Move one millimetre, Buddy, and you’ll have your very own cunt!” Ben growled. “Chances of having a cock to shove into it aren’t good though. I’m tyring to think of a good reason not to blow holes in your ass, or shoot your nuts off, and I’ll tell you right now, I’m not doing too well.”
The result was a bit of a stalemate, in Ben’s opinion. Pedro had ceased pushing himself between Amy’s butt cheeks, but the pressure of Ben’s rifle against his backside kept the Mexican fearful of pulling away from his current perch. Slowly, he eased his grasp over Amy’s mouth, then moved just enough that she could twist her body from his grip. As soon as Ben saw the caked blood on her face and the tell-tale bruises, his rage grew to a limit that was almost uncontrollable. With eyes as big as saucers, Amy looked at her uncle, the fear and terror in her broadcasting itself like a radio signal. Now that she was freed from her captor, the thought that Ben might actually shoot and kill the swarthy Mexican surfaced in her mind.
“Ben! For God’s sake, don’t kill him! He’s not worth it!” Amy screamed as she voiced her fear.
“No, I won’t Little One” Ben answered with that same soft and controlled tone he’d used earlier. “But I’m seriously considering maiming him in a way that the son-of-a-bitch will never forget. I’ll tell ya, if he so much as thinks about moving, I’ll shoot his cock off, though.” There was a deep breath from Ben that both Amy and Pedro could hear, indicating that Ben still had a decision to make as to what part of Pedro’s anatomy would be first to undergo a major alteration. That there would be one was no longer in question; it became a matter of where Ben might start first.
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