Before Taylor’s head even began to clear she realized that she couldn’t move her arms or legs and, was in fact, tied face down in a cushioned lounge chair. It soon became apparent that she was also completely naked, and that this wasn’t the house she grew up in. Things started coming back to her. Her parents death and being sent to Bumfuck Kentucky to live with her sole living relative, creepy old fuck Uncle Elvis. For weeks she had constantly reminded him and anyone within hearing distance how ugly and disgusting he was and bluffed that she couldn’t wait to be old enough to move out of this shithole house and state. What it really was, was her cry for help, acting out her pain. The last thing she could recall was drinking her morning tea and that it tasted ‘off’. Taylor then was able to focus on two things: A video camera pointing at her and Uncle Elvis entering the room, looking uglier and more disgusting than ever. He was also unzipping his pants. Realizing her predicament she pleaded to be untied. The pleads were quickly muffled as he stuffed a rag in her mouth. It would be the last thing she would ever say.  He calmly replied to fuck her fake apologies and that he was first going to give her a long overdue lesson in attitude adjustment and that everyone would believe him when he told them that she had run away and hadn’t heard from her since. As the meaning of his words dawned on her she panicked and began to struggle, pulling at her bonds to no avail. She felt him kneel behind her. Her sobbing muffled pleads for the truth were drowned out by the soaring sounds of Lynard Skynard. Taylor's body instinctively shuddered and her pussy clenched when his heavy fingers roughly penetrated her. Over the next three days and nights nothing that followed would be pleasant. And it was indeed true. No one in the town of Bumfuck gave a second thought when he told them that the brat girl Taylor had run away.

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