What's Sauce For the Goose...  Chapter 2

By JimBob Copyright 2010

Mg, semi cons, oral, mmmm+,M, non-cons, oral, rape

  Amanda and Annie had an exciting trip home from school when
they were accosted by two drunken Mexicans, and had to fight them
off.  The sheriff was called to pick up the Mexicans, and now
Amanda is going to find out if ten year old Annie has been raped
by their Uncle Bob, as she was when she was ten.

  After their daddy had finished quizzing them about the Mexican
encounter, the girls got changed to do their chores.  Amanda held
off questioning Annie until they retired to their bedroom.

  “Hey Annie, You said you were driving Uncle Bob's convertible.
I used to drive it too.  Does he ever ask you for a thank you
kiss? Amanda could see by Annie's blush and guilty look that she
had a winner, but it made her feel sick.

  “Sometimes.”  Annie mumbled.  “Please, don't tell Daddy about
the driving.  I wasn't supposed to tell anyone yet...”

  “You might as well tell me, Annie, because I know all about
Uncle Bob and his kisses...  And other things he does to girls..”

  Annie burst into tears.  “Oh, Amanda, I'm so ashamed.  I've
really been bad!”  She wailed.  She fell on the bed, face down.

  Amanda sat on the bed and took her little sister into her arms.
 “you haven't been bad, Uncle Bob has been bad.  You're just a
little girl and I'll bet you were younger when he started in on
you.  Tell me about it, Annie.”

  Annie sniffed and wiped her eyes and runny nose on the tissues
Amanda handed her.  “I don't know where to start.”

  “Start with the first time.  Just tell me, Annie.”

And here is Annie's story.

  Seven, almost eight year old Annie was going to town with her
sister and Uncle Bob.  He had told her she should wear a dress,
so she had changed into a short, light summer dress.  Uncle Bob
came back from asking Amanda all alone.

  “Amanda says she is busy with her new colt,” Uncle Bob said as
he came up.

  Annie's face fell.

  “Wait Annie!  You and I can go anyway and we will just bring
her a treat.  Let's go honey.  You get to ride up front with me.”

  Annie smiled happily at this turn of events.  Amanda was
usually the one to take care of her and she was very protective,
so Annie was pleasantly surprised to be allowed to go without her
sister.  She hurried to jump into the convertible before anyone
changed their mind.

  As soon as the car got out of sight of the driveway, Uncle Bob
told Annie to unfasten her seat belt, and scoot over into his
lap.  “It's time you learned how to steer a car, Uncle Bob said.
Annie gripped the wheel in both hands.  Uncle Bob drove slowly
with one hand lightly on the wheel as the little girl learned how
it worked.

  “You are doing real good Annie.”  Uncle Bob dropped one hand
off the wheel and onto Annie's bare leg.  He rubbed the leg
lightly as they drove slowly along, causing Annie to giggle a few
times.

  “That tickles, Uncle Bob!”   She said when his fingers wandered
up under the hem of her skirt, and onto the tender, ticklish
spots between her thighs.  She was sitting with her legs on the
outside of his, so she couldn't close her legs to trap his
wandering hands.

  “You have such soft, smooth skin, baby.  Is it alright If I rub
your soft skin while you drive?”

  “I guess so.  Just don't tickle too much, Okay, Uncle Bob?”

  Bob rubbed with a little firmer touch.  “How's this, Annie? 
Better?”

  That didn't tickle as much so Annie nodded.  She was
negotiating a sharp turn, so she had to concentrate on turning
the wheel.

  Uncle Bob ran his free hand far up her leg, almost touching her
panties in between her legs.

  Annie giggled shrilly.  “Ooh!  That is ticklish there!”

  “Aha!  I found a tickle spot on Annie.”  Uncle Bob sang.  Now
he took his other hand away from the wheel, and put it on Annie's
shoulder and upper arm.  His fingers began to rub around up there
too.  “Oh, you are such a smooth, soft little girl, he whispered,
his breath hot on her ear.

  All too soon, they came to the main highway, and Uncle Bob took
over and pulled to the side of the road.  Annie had to get into
the passenger seat and buckle up for the main highway ride.

  “Was that fun, Annie?”

  “Oh, Yes Uncle Bob!  Can we do it again coming home?”

  “Yes, but you have to promise me something.”

  “What, Uncle Bob?”

  “Promise me you won't say anything to Daddy or Amanda, or
anyone about your driving lessons.”

  Annie was a little disappointed that she couldn't brag to
Amanda. But she promised.  “Okay, Uncle Bob.  I won't tell
anyone.”

  “Perhaps after you are big enough to drive it without sitting
on my lap, you can tell Amanda then.  When you are ten.”

  When she was ten was too far off for Annie to even think about.
“Okay.”  She said.  She would do anything to get that excitement
of driving a real car, and not the baby ones at the fair.  Amanda
was driving them to and from the school bus stop in the Jeep, and
Annie could hardly wait until it was her turn.  She wanted to be
exactly like her twelve year old sister.

  Uncle Bob took Annie with him to complete some bank business,
and then to get some permits, then for a big banana split, and
shopping for a new western skirt with a fringe that caught her
eye.  She found Amanda a new Kerchief she thought Amanda might
like, and Uncle Bob bought it.

  The ride home was fun.  Uncle Bob let her try out all the fancy
gizmos on his new car.  When they turned off the main highway,
Uncle Bob stopped the car, and patted his lap.  Annie quickly
unfastened her seat belt, and slid over.  When Uncle Bob pulled
Her skirt out from under her as she sat on his lap, she accepted
his explanation of, “so it won't get all wrinkled.”

  As soon as she started driving, Uncle Bob's hand was on her
bare leg. She did not find it so ticklish now, but it did give
her thrills and a warm feeling that was between her legs.  On
some of the straight stretches, both of Uncle Bob's hands would
roam her upper thighs. Then one hand found her panty clad crotch,
as if by accident.  His fingers remained still for a moment,
while Annie felt herself blushing and her ears burning, all not
entirely from embarrassment. Her feelings were mixed.  She knew
it was wrong for Uncle Bob to touch her THERE!  But darn it, it
felt good.  The gradual way he had built up to the final touch,
had let her meet all her objections and all her sister's
admonitions about good touch/bad touch, and put them aside. 
Nobody had told her anything about the thrills and warmth a girl
got from two big arms around her and two big warm hands on her
body in forbidden spots.  So she said nothing, and acted like
nothing  was happening as she waited to see what Uncle Bob was up
to.

  Uncle Bob was up to seeing how far the little girl would let
him go before she stopped him.  He had touched her on her panties
already. His next step was going to be to stroke the parts he
knew would bring her those good feelings little girls gave
themselves.

  Annie did not say anything, or even wiggle as Bob rubbed her
inner thigh just below her panties, occasionally touching her
slit through the material.

  She didn't know the names for any of that stuff down there,
just private parts.  Her Sister and her Daddy told her to wash
her private parts good when she showered or bathed.  Some times
she did, sometimes she didn't, depending on if the bath was for
bedtime or for cleaning up to go visiting.  Then a few months
ago, she had found that she had a bump down there hat felt good
if it was rubbed. Curious, she had taken a hand mirror into the
bathroom, and sat on the stool and examined herself down there,
very carefully.  She looked up sex, and private parts on Google,
but even in Wikipedia, she could not find out anything about sex
for humans.  It talked about plants and animals, and animals she
knew about.  Private parts seemed to be a movie from a couple
years earlier.  She did not get the connection, she had her
private parts as long as she could remember, so that certainly
didn't help either.  She needed pictures, and names.

  Bob gently traced up the soft mound and the cleft he could feel
in Annie's panties.  As he did, he felt her spread her legs to
open herself more for him.  It was unconscious on her part, but
it enabled him to feel just the tip of the tiny hood peeping out,
and he stopped his search and concentrated on that spot.

  It was hard for her to do so, but Annie held herself still as
her thrills and heat flared in ker pit of her stomach.  That just
plain felt wonderful! But the little nagging voice of Amanda
telling her not to let men, and here she had mentioned the hired
hands, visitors, and she had even mentioned Uncle Bob by name! 
What if Amanda asked her?  Guilt finally made her drop one hand
from the wheel, and push Uncle Bob's hand away from that part.

  Bob did not resist.  He had made a great stride in breaking the
ice, and they were almost back to the ranch house anyway.  He had
Annie pull into the turnout.  “Annie,I need to talk to you.”

  “What, Uncle Bob?”  Annie was buckling her belt after sliding
off his lap and over to her side.

  “Well Annie, I think we should keep it a secret that you are
learning to drive.”  If you keep riding with me, I will keep
giving you lessons, and when you get big enough I will let you do
the whole thing. How would you like that?”

  “Oh, Uncle Bob, That would be great!  Annie unfastened her
belt, and crawled over to Kiss Uncle Bob on the cheek.  “I won't
say a word.”

  “Uncle Bob put an arm around her and hugged her and then patted
her butt.  “Good girl, Annie.  And you did an excellent job
today.  You showed that little distractions don't bother you. 
That is a sign you will be a good driver!”

  Annie felt a rush of pride.  That was just a test Uncle Bob had
been giving her, and she did pass!  A good thing she didn't say
anything or tell him to stop.  She would be ready not to be
distracted next time too.

  So Annie did not tell her Daddy, or Amanda about driving,
though she thought it odd that Amanda asked her if Uncle Bob had
tried anything? Annie just told her no.

  The next time Uncle Bob visited the same thing happened.  And
the next several times.  Annie had birthday number eight.  Then
Birthday number nine.  In school, the girls and boys had separate
Sex Ed. Classes.  She learned the name of her parts.  She learned
the name of boy parts.  She learned slang words for both girls
and boys parts, in English, and in Spanish.  She even got a
booklet from Amanda that showed drawings and diagrams and told
her about the way her body would soon change.  But her lessons
from Uncle Bob continued.  She was about to learn about how boy
parts looked.  And tasted.

  Annie was now nine, 'going on ten.'  She was sitting on uncle
Bob's lap and getting ready to start her second driving lesson
since she had turned nine five months ago.  She was wearing the
short skirt Uncle Bob asked her to wear to town, and she was
excited, because she could already feel the lump in Uncle Bob's
pants.  She waited for Uncle Bob to tell her to shift into drive.

  “Aren't you forgetting something, Annie?”

  “Huh?”  Annie checked , both hands on the wheel, legs spread
slightly wider than necessary to clear Uncle Bob's legs, turn
signal on, Car running, everything she had to do.  “I don't think
so.”

  For his answer, Uncle Bob tugged at her skirt.

  “Oh yes!  Sorry, Uncle Bob.”  Annie managed to lift herself
slightly by clutching the top of the wheel.  Uncle Bob pulled the
skirt up and out from under her bottom, so she no longer sat on
it.

  “Okay.”  Uncle Bob slipped his hands under her skirt and
started to caress her thighs.  All pretense had been dispensed
with.  The drive was a sensual thing for Uncle Bob, and more and
more for Annie too, though she still tried to conceal her
enjoyment of some of his touches.

  Annie steered the fancy car out into the road as Uncle Bob
applied some gas.  Annie was bigger now and a much better driver.
 The last time, she had lobbied Uncle Bob to let her both drive
and steer, and he had said, “perhaps next time.”

  Bob didn't waste much time.  He loved the feel of Annie's firm
little thighs, almost as much as he loved to touch the smooth
cotton panties over the soft mound of her pussy.  His fingers
traced a path up the inside of both thighs.  The fingers of one
hand traced the cleft up the center of her mound, and found the
little lump.  But this was too tame for him now.  The fingers of
one hand curled over the panty leg hem, and pulled it out and
over to the side, exposing the fat lips and he slit to the
fingers of the other hand.  Those fingers traced up in the slit
to the little clit in its swollen hood.

  Annie always gasped and flinched slightly as the fingers
started to massage her clit.  It took almost all her
concentration to steer the car on the narrow, winding road, with
the distraction of the hand under her panties.

  The trip to the main road passed all too quickly for Bob.  As
he stopped the car,and the little girl put the gearshift in park,
 he took the hand holding the panties out from under her skirt,
and turned her face to one side as he leaned her toward the door.
 He gave the little girl a French kiss as he massaged her
clitoris. Annie moaned and sighed into his open mouth.  He broke
the kiss, and said to her, today on the way back, you are gonna
cum!  With a final tweak of her clit, he let the girl go and she
straightened her dress as she crawled over to her side of the
seat.

  The trip into town, the shopping and lunch, and the trip back
were all routine and for the trip back, Uncle Bob put the top
down.  They put the top up at the turnoff, because of the dusty
road.

  Uncle Bob reached into the back and put a pillow on the front
seat. “Get in and try that,” Uncle Bob told Annie.

  “Oh goody!  I get to really drive!”  Annie was almost happy
enough to jump up and down, but she got in and as Uncle Bob
adjusted the seat, she found she could both see, and touch the
gas pedal and brake.  “Yes!”  She crowed.  She pressed the gas
petal to race the engine, and then the brake a couple of times. 
She was ready, Man!

  Uncle Bob got into the passenger seat.  He could reach the
emergency brake if any trouble developed.  The first five miles
were fairly straight and level.  He let the girl start. “Hold the
speed down around twenty five until you are used to this,” he
cautioned. She did very well.  Bob did not touch her until he saw
that she was doing a very good job.  Then he had ro feel the
smooth thigh skin again.

  Annie felt Uncle Bob shift even closer to her, and felt his
soft hand creep under her skirt and onto her right leg.  She was
used to the feel, and her left leg spread over automatically. 
The big hand slid slowly up and down her inner thigh, caressing
it.  'Enough already, Uncle Bob,' she thought.  'Get up to my
panties!'  She had been carefully groomed to believe it was
perfectly okay for Uncle Bob to touch and rub her and make her
feel good, and for her to keep this touching and rubbing to
herself.  She was a big girl, Uncle Bob told her that all the
time.  Lately his touches had become more demanding, but that was
because she was growing up.  He had told her that too.

  Bob caressed his way up Annie's soft and smooth inner thigh
skin to the hem of her panty leg.  His fingers crept under the
material, as they so often did lately.  They felt the smooth
pussy lip, and then delved into the moist little cleft.  Uncle
Bob smiled as he felt the slippery moisture on his fingertip. 
Little Annie was hot to trot! She was ready for a trip up the
hill.  She was doing such a good job of driving that he was even
going to let her drive up the narrow winding road.  There were no
new tracks going up, so they would not meet anyone.  He found her
clit, and with his slippery finger, he rubbed and caressed it
until they reached the turnoff.

  Thrill after thrill shot up and down Annie's body as Uncle Bob
finger reached her panties and expertly dipped underneath.  When
he touched her clit she pushed her pelvis up into his finger as
much as she could.  Uncle Bob had stopped the car and caressed
her to an orgasm a few times.  She hoped he would do it today. 
She was going to encourage him by her body language and little
sighs and cries of pleasure.  She knew he liked that.

  “Slow down Annie, I want you to turn up Wthe hilltop view
road.”  Uncle Bob removed his hand after a final little squeeze
of Annie's clit to promise her there was more to come.  “You need
to go slower and watch the curves.

  “Oh goody!  Thank you Uncle Bob.  I'll be extra careful.”

  “I know you will, Hon.  You're a natural born driver if I ever
saw one.”

  Annie basked in his praise.  She watched the road very
carefully, and did her best driving.  As She reached the
turnaround on the top of the hill, Uncle Bob told her where to
stop.  She expertly put the car in park, and set the brake, and
turned off the ignition.

  But Uncle Bob did something different this time.  He unzipped
his pants and pulled them and his shorts down by his knees.  Then
he took Annie's hand and overcame her slight resistance to pull
her hand over and wrap it around his big shaft.  Her little hand
hardly managed to encircle it.  Bob showed her how to stroke his
shaft before touching her.

  Annie was a little scared.  Uncle Bob seemed a lot more
forceful this time.  She had glimpsed his cock before, when he
had gone behind a bush to pee, but never up close like this.  And
she had never touched it before.  This was all new.  What next?

  Bob took the girl's skirt and pulled it up to her waist.  He
pulled downward on her panties, indicating she should lift up so
they would come down.  Though it dislodged her hand from his
cock, he bent over and pulled her panties clear off her feet. 
Then he pulled her upper body over so she was leaning over him. 
He wrapped his big hand around the back of her head, and slowly
forced her face down toward his big erection.

  Annie didn't know what to think.  What did Uncle Bob want her
to do? Why had he taken her panties off?  Why was he forcing her
head down? She began to resist as her face got close to the big
purple head, and she picked up the odor of stale sweat and urine
and male musk.

  “Kiss it Annie.  Take it in your mouth.”

  “No!  Uncle Bob, please!  Let me go!  NO!  NO!”  The last no
was shouted out as the head, slick and slimy with precum, touched
her lips.

  “Take it in your mouth, Annie!  You owe me!”  Bob shifted his
hand to the little neck and held her lips against the head of his
cock as he rubbed the tip against them with his other hand.  He
began to squeeze the slender neck as he forced her lips against
his cock.  “Open! Your!  Mouth!  Annie!”  He Shook her by the
neck with each word.

  Annie opened her mouth to cry out with the pain, and the head
was inside her lips.  Annie tried to move her head and spit him
out, but Uncle Bob pressed his advantage, and forced the whole
head of his cock into her mouth and then held her head still with
his other hand, so she could not shake it from side to side.  The
pain on her neck was making the tears flow.  Annie surrendered. 
She quit fighting.

  “That's a good girl, Annie,  just suck it and swirl your tongue
around the head.  Now DO IT!  He squeezed her neck and her head
to emphasize his command, and prove his mastery of her.

  Blinded by tears of pain and shame and frustration, Annie
complied with his orders.  She sucked, swirled, almost gagged,
and repeated it when she got another squeeze and shake.

  As the girl sucked him, Uncle Bob began to move her head up and
down. “Like this Annie.  Suck and lick and up and down.”  As
Annie completely surrendered, he relaxed his grip on her neck,
and just held one hand on the back of her head to guide her
movements.  He fumbled at the front of the seat for the buttons,
and hit the recline seat buttons.  Soon he was lying on his back,
with Annie leaning over him, her head bobbing up and down,
pleasuring his cock.  He began to buck his hips, fucking his cock
deeper into her mouth.  The girl gagged from time to time.  He
pushed her up on her hands and knees, and ran his hand down
between her legs and began to finger her bare little pussy.

  Annie began to feel the old familiar fire blossom in her belly.
Uncle Bob tickled her clit until she began to respond, and then
he coaxed her body around until she got the idea.  Uncle Bob
wanted her to straddle his head.  She lifted one knee over, and
managed to get her pussy over his mouth without losing his cock.
The first touch of his tongue on her clit was like a cattle prod,
she came right up off of there!  But it also enticed her right
back down on it.

  Uncle Bob curled his tongue and stuck it up in between Annie's
inner lips.  He took both hands away from her head, and putting
them on either side of her pussy lips, he spread them open and
stuck his tongue right up through the finger sized perforation in
her hymen, into her vagina.  He tasted her sweet essence.  He
wiggled it around, touching as much area as he could.  Finally he
applied too much pressure and Annie flinched away from him.

  “Ouch!  Uncle Bob!”  Annie lifted her head to speak, and then
as he did not pursue her opening, but went back to her clit, she
resumed her sucking and slurping on his cock.  As long as he was
giving her all the pleasure with his tongue, she could forgive
him for forcing her head down on him.  She did not find his cock
nearly so repulsive now, and as she found she had some control
over his body, she was happy to experiment with what she had to
do to please him.  She found that when he would suck her entire
clit into his mouth it brought her a small orgasm.  She also
found that when she took his entire cock, until her lips touched
his pubic hair, he reacted by sucking her clit in.  So she would
hold her breath and deep throat him and he would suck in her clit
in response.  Each little climax built up to a bigger one.

  Bob saw the pattern right away, and rewarded her each time she
took the head into her throat, and slid all his shaft into her
mouth.  He would suck her clit in between his pursed lips.  Annie
would shudder in her little orgasm, then have to come up for air,
while he would stretch the clit and let it snap back and lick it
rapidly until she would deep throat him again.

  Each climax Annie felt led her towards a bigger one.  Finally,
She sucked Uncle Bob into her throat and as he sucked her clit
in, she felt a spate of hot thick fluid slide down her throat, as
Uncle Bob gave her the hardest suck yet and her hardest yet
orgasm exploded upon her.  She finally gagged, and had to spit
his throbbing, spewing cock out to catch her breath.  Her orgasm
went on and on.  Finally Uncle Bob relaxed his lips, and her clit
slipped out, as did his still spitting cock from her lips.  She
felt the warm, sticky liquid spew over her lips, nose and cheeks.
 Her arms and legs went all watery and weak and limp, and she
collapsed forward onto Uncle Bob.

  Bob Stroked and patted the bare butt of his niece.  He kept his
knees close together o prevent any semen running onto his car
seat.  He only let Annie lay on him for a few moments before
making her roll off him onto her back, then he sat up and cleaned
first her face, and then himself with a supply of tissues.  He
reached down, and picked up Annie's panties for her.  As she sat
up, and started to turn, she gave him a wide open view of wet,
swollen little girl pussy, and he had her pause there until he
had examined it to his content.  That hymen with its little
perforation was going to be the next thing he would take care of.


  When Uncle Bob released her leg he had been holding, Annie
turned her feet toward the wheel, and then pulled her panties
over her sneakers and up her legs.  Only then did she notice the
wet sticky stain on her blouse where she had been laying on his
cock.  She wiped it with some of Uncle Bob's tissues.

  “We'll just tell them you spilled your milkshake, if anyone
even notices.”  Uncle Bob said.

  That stuff sure didn't taste like milk shake, Annie thought. 
She had been in the middle of her best orgasm yet when that cock
had spewed down her throat, and then into her mouth.  She wasn't
too crazy about the taste or the slimy texture.  She opened the
door and spit out a couple of times.  Uncle Bob opened the glove
box and gave her a bottle of water, and she rinsed her mouth out
and spat.  That felt better.

  “Listen, Annie, I'm sorry I was so rough, but you have to trust
me that I know what is best.  You liked what we did, didn't you?”


  Annie rubbed the back of her neck as she slowly nodded.  Uncle
Bob had reenforced the concept that the molester was always
right, no matter what the victim felt.  After the seats were back
in place, she started the car, and drove carefully down the hill
and to the ranch.  At least she could concentrate on her driving
as Uncle Bob was satiated for the moment.

  Uncle Bob cautioned the little girl to keep the driving a
secret as they changed seats just short of the ranch driveway.

  During his visits that year, Annie and Uncle Bob had two more
sixty nine encounters, and one where she had to give him head at
the side of the road.  Amanda was too busy with training her calf
roping horse, and with cheer leading practice to pay much
attention to her kid sister.

Until Annie's little slip of the tongue.

  When Annie finished her story, both girls were crying.  Amanda
told Annie her similar story of her seduction at the hands of
their Uncle. The girls went to the cook the next day.  Consuela
told them little Maria had told her that she had been molested
too.  They hatched a plan.  Of the three girls, Annie was still a
virgin.  Uncle Bob had not visited the final indignity upon her
yet.  But he was coming to visit soon, and then...  Revenge would
be theirs!

  Two weeks later, Uncle Bob drove up in yet another new
convertible. And the very next day, he asked Annie to go to town.
 Annie tried to put him off for a day, because Amanda was not
home.  She had cheer leading practice at the school football
field. Annie told Uncle Bob she had to check with Consuela to see
if the cook needed some special spice.  Bob told her not to
bother, he would just buy it.  Annie felt trapped.  She had to
go.  Maybe Uncle Bob wouldn't do it this time, Maybe she could
contact someone by phone.  Maybe...

  They drove off down the road.  Annie got to drive the new car,
but she was very nervous, and almost ran off the road once. 
Luckily, Uncle Bob blamed it on the finger he was trying to
insert into her wet vagina at that moment.  They made the trip
into town.  There was no chance for her to call the school to
send someone to the foot ball field.  Annie was resigned to her
fate.  She was very likely going to be raped by her Uncle Bob
today, and she didn't know any way to alert her Sister or
Consuela to put their plan into action.

  They reached the turnoff to the ranch road, but this time Uncle
Bob didn't stop to let Annie drive.

  “It's the first time I had a chance to drive this car on back
roads,” Uncle Bob said.  “I want to drive it up to the hill top,
you can drive it down.”  He said in answer to her questioning
look.

  “Gosh, Uncle Bob.  Do we have time?”  Annie tried.

  “Oh yeah.  I cut the shopping short.  We are back early.”

  Annie was pretty worried, but she could not think of what to
do.

  Uncle Bob whipped the car into the dusty road up to the hill
top, and Annie despaired of getting any help.  When they got to
the turn around, Uncle Bob parked, set the brake, and turned to
Annie.

  “I have to go pee, Uncle Bob.”  This was in the script, but
Annie didn't think it was going to save her now.  She opened her
door and got out, and she headed for the agreed on sage bush. 
She stepped behind it and looked for the box.  It was there!  She
opened it and took out the pistol, and the air horn.

  Uncle Bob was busy reclining the seats and getting things ready
for little Annie.  By golly, he had waited almost three years for
this little pussy to be ready, and he was going to enjoy it.  He
turned to see Annie walking up, with a pistol trained on his
middle. “What the...  Annie!  What are you doing?  Give me that!”
He took a step toward her.

  Annie put a bullet into the rear view mirror right by his side.
 “Stay right there, Uncle Bob.”  She dropped the air horn.  After
the shot, she wouldn't need it.  She heard the faint sound of
engines starting.

  Uncle Bob looked at his mangled mirror and almost bawled. 
“Annie! Give me that gun!  What the Hell are you doing?”  He
started to reach for the door handle

  Amanda stepped around the back of the car.  “She's doing
whatever she has to do to keep from getting raped, Uncle Bob. 
Like you did to me!

  Maria stepped out next to Amanda.  And me, Cabron!

  Uncle Bob turned pale, and dropped his hands to his sides. 
Three pistols were pointing at him now.  “What the Hell are you
girls talking about?”  He tried.

  “You know what you have done to us, and what you were going to
do to my little sister,”  Amanda said.  “You are done pulling
your dirty little games with girls on this ranch.  Daddy knows,
and he said if he sees you around these parts again, you are dead
meat!”

  “All right!  I'm outta here!”  Uncle Bob turned toward the car
door, and three guns came up toward his head.  He froze.

  As the pickups cleared the edge of the arroyo, the roar of
their engines crashed over the four by the car.  Three of them
were expecting it.  The fourth almost collapsed as his knees grew
week.  Five pickups, loaded with big, husky boys of all colors,
some in foot ball jerseys converged on the convertible.  The boys
hopped out and unloaded a funny looking saw horse looking
contraption.  It had straps on all four legs.

  In spite of his protests, Uncle Bob was led to the saw horse
and his legs were strapped to the legs on one end.  His belt was
unfastened, his pants and shorts were dropped to his knees.  Then
he was forced to bend over, and his wrist were strapped to the
other legs.  The boys gathered around as a tube of KY jelly was
produced and applied to Uncle Bob's anus as he howled out his
protests.  One of the bigger black boys slapped Uncle Bob on the
ass.  “You all ready for this, Honey?”  He asked sweetly.  Uncle
Bob yowled as he was penetrated non too gently by the big member.
 Another player stepped up to his head and lifted it up by his
hair, and the cries became garbled and muffled.

  As soon as Uncle Bob's punishment started, Amanda's boyfriend
loaded the girls into his truck and they started back for the
ranch.

  “Boy, was I glad to see you guys!”  Annie said.  “How did you
know to come? I couldn't tell anyone...”

  “Maria saw you guys leaving.  She called me.  We had plenty of
time to get ready.”  Amanda told her.

  “Gee, thanks, Maria!”  Annie said, giving the girl a hug.

  “Si si.”  Maria said.  She giggled shyly.

Uncle Bob was never seen around those parts again.

The End.

My stories are all fantasy.  All people, places and events are
figmenti of my imagination.  Do not try this at home or anywhere
else.